Suikoden V - Alpha Prince

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Sialeeds leaned back savoring the sensations of the hot bubbly water upon her bare skin and the feel of Oellia’s big soft breasts compressed against her shoulder blades. She especially enjoyed the girl’s magical hands upon her own bobbing mammaries. They were in a small tub in Sialeeds room that she sometimes preferred to the baths for its nearness. Not to mention snugness she thought as she wiggled her ass upon the girl’s lap.

She hadn’t bothered to summon Alenia. All she wanted to do was enjoy the innocent companionship of Oellia and the red haired bitch’s presence would have brought out the worst in Sialeeds. She remembered how she’d encouraged Oellia to humiliate Alenia as she plunged Faroush into her asshole. She recalled the flash of hatred in Alenia’s eyes as Sialeeds had told Oellia about her little obsession with her stallion.

Sialeeds cast such thoughts a way and returned to the present…

“Oooohh…your hands feel so good, honey.” Crooned Sialeeds.

The girl giggled musically into her ear, “Oh, my lady’s breasts feel amazing. I just wish mine were as nice.”

Sialeeds reached down in the water and playfully pinched the side of Oellia’s fleshy rear eliciting a squeal of surprise.

“Someone’s fishing for a complement…” said the silver haired beauty as she turned over and straddled Oellia, with her knees on the bottom of the tub and her luscious rear upon the girl’s lap. Palming the wet jugs from beneath she pushed her face between them, her tongue flicking out occasionally.

Coming up for air, Sialeeds captured Oellia’s lips with hers for a moment before saying, “Yours are much better…bigger...fuller…tastier…Mmmmm…remind me of Arshtat’s...”

Oellia gasped, “You…the Queen…did-” her eyes flickered down between them.

Sialeeds grinned lazily, “Uh huh…does that surprise you?”

“Well…ur…yes and no…we hear tales of Sol-Falenan debauchery in Stormfist…I mean…your sisters!”

Sialeeds brushed her long hair out of her eye for a moment as she gazed at the pretty girl. She knew there was no malice behind her use of the term debauchery…that would just be the standard wisdom passed down from countless old wives to the younger generation. It amused her that the little differences between Stormfist, bastion of the ‘sexually repressed’ and Sol Falena, din of lust and depravity, created such a stir, especially considering that citizens of the Northern Continent would find the difference between the two groups to be pretty miniscule in terms of ‘depravity’.

“Oh and what’s wrong with that? Lovemaking is so good for the soul. Two people coming together to show how much they care for each other…making each other feel good.” Oellia’s lips quivered as her lady punctuated her words by slipping a hand down between them and gently stroking her warm folds.

Sialeeds continued, here eyes getting a far off look, “Besides I’m not sure we could have made it through those trying times without each other.” She smiled softly, “Of course, Arshtat would have. She was always so strong…”

Her eyes focused upon Oellia, “I see that same strength in you…” Among other things, she thought, as she gazed down upon the girl’s voluptuous body. The same full firm rear but though her breasts were as big they didn’t have anywhere near the gravity defying awe inspiring shape Arshtat’s had.

Oellia was stunned at the comparison, “M-ee…the…”

Sialeeds nodded but shushed her one finger to her lips. Then she cupped her own only slightly less generous breasts and brought them to Oellia’s. She grinned as she lightly rubbed their hard nipples together, Sialeeds’ tiny pink nips against Oellia’s fat soft brown nubbins.

“How could you deny us this? These feelings…these sensations…this love… If I was your sister…your mother would you be able to deny this?”

She didn’t wait for a response, “We needed this, Arshtat, Haswar, and I. If we hadn’t came together. If we hadn’t had this love between us we would have been torn apart by the jealousies and hatreds that caused those terrible times. The Queendom would have fallen if we hadn’t been able to come together and sacrifice our own ambitions so that Arshtat could rule. If we hadn’t had that love and trust for her…well, I’d like to say we wouldn’t have as good of times that we do but unfortunately we don’t. The damned-“

She got a hold of her unwanted anger by suddenly pressing her lips to Oellia’s and running her tongue along the girl’s. The brunette responded eagerly awash with strong emotions of her own as she slipped a finger down between them to slip into Sialeed’s hot depths as her other arm pressed the older woman firmly against her.

Oellia loved Sialeeds. She didn’t know how it had happened so rapidly. She only met her yesterday! But she couldn’t deny it. The older woman was so wise, so caring, so naughty, so funny….Oellia couldn’t believe her fortune. What did she do to deserve such a wonderful woman?

After twenty minutes of enthusiastic lovemaking, smooth wet bodies sliding against each other as hands wandered eliciting untold pleasure as they worked with each other, Sialeeds found herself on her back in the tub with Oellia on top of her, their breasts squashed together obscenely.

After a few moments of basking in the moment Sialeeds said, “Continuing our conversation….to put this whole matter in perspective, consider how most people from the Northern Continent would consider what we are doing right now to be wrong.”

“What? Because you’re a noble and I’m a commoner?”

“First of all, don’t think like that. You’re Oellia and I’m Sialeeds. We’re equals.” Oellia knew that wasn’t true but didn’t say anything, it’s why her lady was such a great person after all. “What I was referring to was that we’re both women.”

Oellia stared, “So?”

“In places like Harmonia and Scarlet Moon the very notion of two women or two men having sex with each other is repugnant. To them it goes against the natural order of thing and should never happen.”

“But…that’s crazy!” exclaimed Oellia. It was hard to get her mind around such a thing.

“Indeed, so think about that and remember to keep and open mind about things, alright?”

“Yes, m’lady” said Oellia seriously. She was so wise….

Oellia started placing light wet kisses in a line upon Sialeeds smooth cheek. After a moment she drew herself back slightly she ran a hand up the older woman’s face lifting the large mass of long silver hair away.

“You’re so beautiful. Why do leave half your face covered?” She asked as she stroked the lines of Sialeed’s jaw.

Sialeeds playfully nipped at the finger before saying, “Because it’s so stylish! Not to mention it gives me this air of mysteriousness…and…”

She reached up and gathered a mass of Oellia’s dark tresses. With some quick movements she had it hanging over one eye in a decent approximation of her own style.

“Ha! I like it! We’ll get you all fixed up…no more servant dresses either! I’ll make up something simply stunning for you!”

While excited about the idea of the clothes, she was somewhat less enthusiastic about the hair cut, “Um….but I won’t be able to see out of this eye!”

“Hmmph…some things must be sacrificed for style!” responded Sialeeds channeling her own fashion diva.

Oellia suddenly had a flash of inspiration on how to redirect her love’s attention, “Oh…oh…wait…I just had the best idea….We should…we…” She was having trouble holding back the laughter at the image, “We should do it to Alenia!”

Sialeeds eyes widened, “Oh…True Wind! That’s brilliant, Oellia. This is going to be simply delicious….and speaking of delicious you deserve a reward for that one.”

And with a squeal of excitement, Oellia found herself bent over the side of the tub her breasts swinging in the coolness of the air as Sialeeds pressed her nose into the crack of her ass, her tongue flickering upon the girl’s lips as her fingers plunged deeply into her wet snatch.


Yuber pounded down the dirt road on the back on his huge steed that matched the pitch black darkness of his armor.

The fact that he was suffering the indignity of being jounced along like this fueled his fury to an even greater froth. He’d attempted to open the Pathway but Windy had intervened. So instead of the journey back to Sol Falena taking several minutes it was going to take days. She of course hadn’t deigned to let him know why and it would have pleased him to no end to tear her oh so secretive head clean off. Not that he couldn’t guess why…either Leknaat or Hikusaak or some other pathetic human she was afraid of was paying attention…and she hoped her involvement would remain secret for the time being.

Fortunately, he was able to summon a shade from the World of Shadow and Blood before she closed the Pathway which is why he was riding rather than walking, though it was little better.

The shade took the form of a massive horse but only barely. Mortals who stared at it closely would notice something wasn’t quite right about it. It was either the glowing eyes with blue energy flowing like smoke, the razor sharp horn extending from its forehead, or its giant clawed paws not to mention the thick muscular tail capped with a very deadly looking stinger. People who watched it pass quickly obtained headaches as their minds tried to resolve the two conflicting images of horse and demon. They’d have nightmares for weeks of a demonic steed slowly but inevitably hunting them down before finally feeding on their flesh.

Yuber’s anger and hatred just cycled constantly as he went over the battle in his mind once again. He’d had them….He’d completely dominated the Stars of Destiny, tossing aside their pathetic efforts with ease as he toyed with them. And yet they’d escaped….

Damn it! He’d been careless… That fucking wind rune…..a fucking RUNE had bested him. Not the Tenkai or any of its minions….he’d been thwarted by a half retarded rune…

And now with the Pathway closed he had to immediately return to Sol Falena if he was to join in on the attack on time instead of enjoying himself with the lovely citizenry of Sable. Fuck….

He came around a bend in the road and smiled…

There were soldiers at some kind of checkpoint wearing the red uniforms of the Prince’s army. Four stood in the road while the rest lounged to the side amongst some tents.

Yuber didn’t need to spur the shade on. It smelled the warm flowing blood and increased its speed into a sprint.

The soldiers drew their swords as it quickly became obvious that the newcomer was going to try to break through their checkpoint. It was only within the last few meters that they realized the horse was decidedly not a horse and the soldier shouting for the dark armored man to halt, started screaming as the creature reared up and unhinged its jaw like a snake revealing row after row of razor teeth. Its mouth gaped impossibly wide distorting the horse like head obscenely. The soldier just stood their frozen in shock and fear as the apparition slammed down and swallowed him to the waist before it jaw clamped together ripping him apart in a shower of blood.

His companions to their credit actually reacted and closed in upon the beast’s sides. The one to the left received a whistling blade descending to slash into his torso from the neck for his efforts while the one to the right found himself pierced through the stomach by a giant curved stinger. He was flicked contemptuously off by the muscular organ as his body went into shock from the toxins pumped into his abdomen. He landed crashing into a tent his body shaking rapidly and his eyes rolling back into his head as his insides literally melted.

Yuber grimaced as the shade bent over its prey and continued to swallow its large meal. He leapt off its back and landed right in front of the soldiers charging from the little camp. There were five but it didn’t matter. He smashed the spear contemptuously aside and stepped in close to the one in the middle, counting on his armor to block any lucky strikes. He slashed his sword through the bearded man’s stomach before bringing his blade back out to slide along the man to the left’s flashing blade where he briefly bounced his sword around the man’s cross guard and cut through his hand. The soldier cried out in pain even as Yuber kicked the dying body of the first soldier into the other two men giving himself enough time to finish off the now one-handed warrior.

It was all over in less than four minutes. Yuber stood amongst their scattered corpses with a cruel smile upon his face as his arms stretched out, just generally enjoying life for this brief moment. The shade continued to devour a screaming man upon the road.

After a couple of minutes of meditation, Yuber walked back over and climbed on top of the shade as it finally let the soldier die.

“You know if we stop to kill everybody we meet on the road this is going to take a looong time.” Remarked the shade casually as it used the claws of its front paw to pick out a piece of shattered bone from where it was lodged in its teeth.

Yuber slammed his gauntleted fist into the side of its head, “What do you care? You enjoy the bloodshed almost as much as I.”

The shade snorted blue flame in anger but merely said, “Yes well the sooner we get there the sooner I can return to my domain.”

Yuber grinned cruelly from under his helm, “And who says I’m letting you go when we get there?”

“YOU did in the contract! You better not-”, the rest of its words were lost as a terrible wail came crashing out of its throat as Yuber held the Eightfold Rune next to its head. The creature’s entire body shook with the intense psychic pain inflicted before Yuber finally released it.

Yuber didn’t bother to say anything as he sat back, momentarily satisfied as the cowed demon once again began galloping down the road.

Faroush turned to begin walking down the beach.

“Hey! Aren’t you going to wear this?” asked Viki quickly stepping up to him.

“No Viki, I’d rather go naked than wear that ridiculous thing” he muttered before reaching down and palming his balls from underneath and lifting them out from between his legs. With his other hand he captured his hanging flaccid length cradling it against his stomach. Sun…he must look like a freak….

“Aww…” said the sorceress disappointed but Faroush just ignored her.

Walking alongside him, she noticed him holding himself as they walked, “Um…what are you doing?”

Faroush sighed as he glanced at the fully dressed sorceress, “I’m walking as comfortably as I can. While I’m sure you’d agree there are a lot of pluses about getting much more than my fair share of cock and balls there are some rather practical drawbacks. In any event, its one thing to walk the little bit that is usually involved with sex it’s completely another to walk 600 meters or so…Chafing, to say the least… Anyway, I normally wear undergarments that provide….support…”

Viki exclaimed, “Like a bra!?”

“No!” responded Faroush heatedly, “It just does what I’m basically doing now…oh True Fire….lets just drop the subject okay?”

“Okay!”

After a few moments, she continued, “But won’t this help?” She held up the thong.

Faroush sighed once again, “No! Puh-lease let’s talk about something else.”

He thought about something to talk to the enigmatic girl about, “Hey…I remember one of your messages in the comment box….you said something about a magical land, is that where you’re from?”

She brightened, “Oh yes…Waff-ur…” Her manner changed, “I mean no...um just forget that message, please…I must have been confused oh wait! I mean… I meant I wished there was a magical land where you could forget everything…yea!”

He eyed her but said nothing. He wouldn’t have thought she had it in her to actually try deception. But if she didn’t want to talk about it, he wasn’t going to pry.

Still, now that he was thinking about it she had mentioned something about seeing Jeane in many places before. And he was certainly interested in the ever so sexy rune mistress, “So where have you seen Jeane before?”

Viki held a finger to her chin thinking, “Um…the Toran Republic….and the Dunan Republic…and the Grasslands and um…the Island Nations….”

Faroush’s eyebrows came together. Geography had never been his favorite subject but… “Wait…Grasslands…Island Nations Federation, I gotcha. Toran Republic? I’ve never heard of that…Toran Lake sure, but that’s completely surrounded by the Scarlet Moon Empire. And I certainly would have remembered a republic in the Dunan region.” Republics weren’t all that common….

The sorceress absently said, “Oh….I guess they’re not around yet….”

“What?” he asked staring at her.

“Oh! Huh? Nothing, nothing…um Hey!” She pointed to Faroush’s hands below, “Do you want me to do that for you?”

An image flashed in his mind of him walking along with Viki pressed against his ass her arms wrapped around his waist cradling his manhood. Oh that would make this just perfect….

“Yea…No thanks, Viki…” he responded well aware of her attempt at changing the subject. Huh…there was more to the strange sorceress than meets the eye. What was her secret? Whatever… he had more important concerns at the moment.

They walked in silence for a few steps before the brunette spoke up, “Oh! I have a question!”

Faroush had to grin at her enthusiasm, “Alright…”

“I expected there to be a lot more women leaders in a Queendom. But all I ever hear about are Lord Godwin this and Lord Barrows that…”

“Well…compared to any other country we do have a lot more women in high positions. I know the whole Godwin and Barrows thing is kind of misleading and now that I think about it… many of the cities that have been playing key roles in this war also seem to have male representatives… In reality however, 60 percent of the Senate are female. Actually, the heads of the Godwin and Barrows factions were originally the wives of Marscal and Salun. Though it was more of a partnership in the Godwin case. Hmmph…I wonder if this would all have come to pass if Lady Godwin hadn’t died and Lady Barrows hadn’t had her break down….”

Faroush mused, “See just like the old saying…let the males start to take over and chaos will descend….Bullshit, of course… My grandmother Shahrewar and grandaunt Falzrahm were no better…”

He grinned ruefully, “Sorry, kind of side tracked there…”

Viki just nodded.

Finally they were approaching the ship wreck and he could see the figure was a skinny brown haired guy only a little older than him. His clothes were dirty as if they’d been soaked and now dried. He was puttering about in the water with the wreckage.

As they got closer Faroush returned his hands to his sides. He could take the discomfort for a bit and that was better than this person thinking there was something wrong with him. First impressions were key, as Sia- as someone used to say.

Not that being naked was going to score him any points. Of course if this was a girl rather than a guy, then this might be the best way to introduce himself…

Faroush stopped a few meters away the water lapping at the sand. The young man had yet to notice them as he squatted next to a particularly large piece of wreckage.

This was going to be interesting. He wondered if he should wait until the guy noticed them or if he should say something.

Viki decided that for him.

“Hi!” she called out.

The brown haired man jerked and quickly turned around getting to his feet. He looked surprised his eyes jerking from Viki to Faroush to Viki and back to Faroush, widening as he took in the Prince’s nudity.

After a moment, he crossed his arms over his chest and smirked, “Well, normally I’d be reaching for my sword right now. But you’re attempt at appearing non-threatening has completely disarmed me…” He jiggled the empty sheath at his side and nodded to the blade resting on a rock next to Viki’s foot, “Of course, since I stupidly left it way over there… I think you could have left your clothes on, buddy.”

Viki giggled.

Faroush smiled, “Nice, I’m Faroush and this is Lady Viki.

Kenneth couldn’t help but keep grinning at the surrealness of the situation. He held a hand up, “Name’s Kenneth, Pleased to meetcha. I guess this island wasn’t quite so deserted after all.”

The prince responded, “Well…we haven’t been here long. Accidentally got teleported at an….um inopportune time as you can see.” He glanced down briefly.

Kenneth chuckled nodding, “I see. Well, as you can see…ship wreck for us.”

“Us?” Faroush looked around.

“Yea, they’re around here somewhere. Were working on building a raft-Oh hey! You need some clothes?” Kenneth quickly stepped over some flotsam to a small wooden chest sitting in the sand.

He opened it and started rummaging through it. After a moment he looked downcast, “Well, I hoped Jewel packed away some shorts or something. Why she thought she was going to need a dress, I haven’t a clue…” He held up a yellow dress with subtle orange stripes.

The prince stepped forward, “I’ll take it.” It’s not like it was a whole lot different from his orange dress robes if much less elaborate and he’d prefer some pants but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

Kenneth gave him a weird look then shrugged. If he was butt naked he’d probably throw on a dress to…

Grabbing it, Faroush swiftly struggled his way into it. Looking down, he grimaced. It was shorter than he’d prefer…

Viki took it upon herself to point out why as she bent over nearly in half. “Heehee….I can see your funstick!”

The prince sighed.

Lucretia shook her head as she stared at the empty bed. Doctor Silva had quickly sent for her as soon as the Prince and Viki disappeared. Upon hearing the message, the tactician had immediately had the castle guard begin searching the premises as well as patrols sent into the surrounding countryside. She had little hope that either of these methods would succeed. They could be literally anywhere…

“Something confuses me, Doctor.”

“Yes?”

“You said Viki appeared and then started…hmm…having sex with the Prince…why did not you stop her?”

Silva was irritated at being questioned by a person who didn’t know anything about medicine, “I didn’t stop her because she was inadvertently continuing the treatment I had already proscribed for the patient.”

Lucretia’s eyes widened slightly, “What treatment exactly?”

“Relieving the built up pressure involved with the patient’s arousal.”

“Layman’s term being...fucking the patient?”

“Well, yes if you want to be crude.”

“And this is your normal treatment?” She strode over to a nearby bed with a sleeping young man, “If say this person was in a runic coma and had an erection you would…hmm…relieve it in this way?”

Silva looked at her like she was an idiot, “No, of course not.”

“And why is that?”

“That patient’s penis is not large enough to cause an appreciable imbalance of blood flow.” Responded Silva as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.

Lucretia was momentarily stumped. Something strange was definitely going on here. Despite the Falanen attitude towards sex, this was definitely way out there. And her read on Silva was that she was somewhat prudish…. So what the runes was going on here?

“Have you ever performed this treatment before, Doctor?”

“No.”

“Oh? Why not?”

“I haven’t had a patient with a penis as large as the Prince’s before. Now see here... what is the meaning of all these questions? I won’t be interrogated by someone who hasn’t the least bit of knowledge of the medical practice!” responded Silva angrily.

Lucretia gazed at the doctor impassively for a moment before saying, “Forgive me, doctor. I was only trying to satisfy my curiosity.”

“Well, go satisfy your thirst for knowledge with a librarian. I have work to do.” And with that the doctor left in a huff.

Lucretia was lost in thought for several moments before he eyes found Lyon still lying comatose in her bed. Staring at the beautiful naked girl she felt an urge she couldn’t quite hold back. All this constant talk about Faroush’s massive prick had gotten her a bit turned on. Taking in Lyon’s erect nipples, she remembered her earlier wondering thought. Was she as turned on as the Prince in her sleep or was it just the chill air of the infirmary?

Glancing around the large empty room save for patients in various states of consciousness, Lucretia suddenly reached down and grabbed the hem of the sheet. She pulled it back to reveal Lyon’s pouting little pussy.

She had been right as she could tell from the dark moist spot on the mattress between Lyon’s legs as her pussy liberally leaked its essence. Lucretia bit her lip as she leaned down and slid one finger ever so gently inside Lyon. She shivered in pleasure at the feel of warm wet pussy around her digit. It wasn’t as tight as she was used to but that was to be expected from a girl who got it hard and heavy from the Prince every single day.

An image flashed of Lucretia bent over her desk, the Prince taking her from behind. He slammed his giant cock into her virgin cunt over and over again as she screamed out in pleasure and pain combined.

With a wet plop, the tactician retrieved her finger and threw the sheet back over Lyon. What the runes was wrong with her? She wondered as she strode quickly from the room

Even as she tried to come to grips with these feelings in her head, she brought the slick finger to her mouth and absently sucked off Lyon’s pussy juice, savoring the tangy flavor.

Lyon tossed and turned in the hazy mist trying to find him. He had been there just a moment ago. Oh she couldn’t see him…she couldn’t see anything. But she had felt his presence anyway and it had given her some comfort despite the strangeness her sluggish mind was trying to deal with.

She had flashes of another place.

The Queen’s lovely breasts bouncing as Lyon’s legs pressed rhythmically into her fleshy rear while Faroush’s cock pistoned rapidly in and out of Lyon’s wet snatch.

Flash.

Feeling the force of his powerful thrusts translate through the Queen’s beautiful body as she cupped the large breasts bringing the turgid nipples to Arshtat’s lips for her to suckle on.

Flash.

Massaging the Queen’s throat ever so gently with two fingers as she tried so hard to work as much of him into her mouth as possible. Lyon could feel his thick mass bulging out her throat through her fingers as she softly encouraged Arshtat to relax and take it all in.

The memories departed and Lyon once again floated in the cloud so alone. Her heart cried out for him. Where was he?

Different memories answered her call….


“Remember to just relax and follow my lead. The only ones who should be doing any large amount of talking are the Prince and Mr. Vayla. And it ma-“

“I know, I know Lyon.. Don’t worry. I’ll play like I’m a good little concubine.” Replied Linfa smiling.

They were walking a few steps behind Faroush on their way to Shula Vayla’s apartments. The young Armes noble had asked for a meeting with the Prince to discuss their two country’s futures. Lucretia had finally found some time for Faroush to meet with the representative though it had taken a while as it wasn’t very high on their list of priorities with the war still raging.

The tactician had stressed the importance of recognizing the rituals and traditions that were involved in typical Armes diplomacy. Even though Shula had said it would be an informal meeting, Lucretia thought it would be a very good gesture to be courteous and have the prince show his knowledge of the other country’s ways.

The problem was that the particular ceremony that was called for needed both participants to have the same number of ‘concubines’. Shula had two, Nifsara and Sharmista. The prince had Lyon of course but that was all that could be considered anything like a concubine. Before the attack upon his parents, Miakis would have fit the bill nicely but since then their spies had found she was in the palace still protecting the Princess for show at least.

So they had to find another willing woman and Lyon was sure it wouldn’t be too hard. They talked over various options. She knew Faroush had Kisara on his mind as she had been in the war room only minutes earlier her enormous breasts the center of his attention as she discussed her latest report on the navy. That didn’t feel quite right, she had thought, eventually she would find away for those two to be together but it had to be special, preferably in front of Logg…Faroush would never admit it but Lyon knew that would really get him off. She remembered the time his own father had found out about Faroush and Arshtat. They’d played it off as the sun rune taking over. Lyon could tell it had made the Prince even more turned on despite himself.

In the end they had settled upon Linfa, a girl who peppered the comment box with lusty messages was definitely a safe bet.

And so here we are…the Prince knocking on the door.

Lyon heard a faint noise but couldn’t make it out, however since Faroush stepped forward and opened the door she could guess what it had said.

“Ahh…Good day, Prince Faroush. I’m so pleased you were able to come. Please, sit and be comfortable.” Said Shula in his soft effeminate voice.

Faroush, with Lyon in tow, crossed the room to sit in the comfortable chair across from Shula without missing a beat, however Linfa stopped short briefly surprised despite herself. The young diplomat sat relaxed with his billowy orange pants around his ankles. To either side of his chair knelt Sharmista and Nifsara who were seemingly engrossed with attending to his erect dick. Even as she watched the short purple haired Nifsara easily swallowed his penis before lifting off and allowing Sharmista to do the same, her long cerulean blue braid bobbing. The two wore very little; Nifsara wore a violet thong while her companion wore a flimsy see through outfit that Linfa recognized as the traditional Armes concubine dress.

After a moment, Linfa caught up with herself and stepped forward and took her place kneeling next to the Prince opposite of Lyon.

Lyon stroked Faroush’s inner thigh willing his member to awake as he answered Shula, “Thank you for inviting me. Though I’m not sure what we can discuss right now…” Nifsara winked at him as her tongue lashed the head of Shula’s dick.

The blue haired diplomat chuckled, “Of course…you have still to liberate your country after all… And really all I’m interested in right now is some friendly small talk to create a report that we might better work together in the future.” He paused for a moment before saying, “Please, make your self comfortable. Indeed, I feel a little silly this way.”

Lyon chided herself…Lucretia had mentioned this part of the ritual but somehow they’d both forgotten. As Faroush leaned back she worked at his waist for a few moments before finally getting his pants and underwear. Glancing to the side, she noticed Shula’s girls watching with interest as they saw to their master’s dick, and she was a little surprised to see Shula watching with no small amount of anticipation himself. So the rumors were true… She pulled Faroush’s pants and underwear down and Linfa finally decided to help as the Prince’s swiftly hardening member swung out into the air.

A small squeak slipped from Sharmista’s throat as she stared along with her counterpart, Shula’s dick momentarily forgotten.

“Oh my…truly the blood flows vitally in the House Falenas. I’m awed…your spear is magnificent! Its size and beauty are simply without equal, your highness” said Shula the awe evident in his tone and his actions as his own hand wrapped his dick to pick up the slack of his attendants.

Lyon turned her attention back to Faroush who was readying his response. Being who he was as well as beautiful and well endowed, there was no shortage of admirers among women or men. He however didn’t swing that way at least not much. The few times he’d partaken in such pleasures he had been very drunk and he was always the ‘man’.

“Thank you, your scimitar is very pleasing to the eye. Well shaped and-“ Faroush stopped as Shula held up a hand.

“Please, your highness. There’s no need to continue. The Greeting Ceremony, I believe, is more fitting when both are more average men. It’s all about outdoing each other in greater and greater exaggerations of each other’s manhoods to show mutual respect but it simply won’t do when one of the participants is the pinnacle of manhood as you are. And indeed I believe we’d rather turn to more pleasurable pursuits than go back and forth trying to outdo each other for the next twenty minutes as tradition demands. I do hope you intend to follow the next part of the ritual, yes?”

Faroush grinned ruefully as Lyon grabbed Linfa’s hand and brought her to Shula even as Nifsara and Sharmista got up to take their spots next to the Prince.


Good god! McDohl has alerted me to the fact that I've written 135 pages! Insane! My main problem being I get sidetracked and like to flesh out every little side story that pops into my head. Because really, that whole scene with Sialeeds and Oellia is probably unnessary...then again...actually describing Yuber returning to Sol-Falena isn't either....I could just have him show up....but whatever, I enjoy writing it so you'll have to put up with a story that meanders this way and that as it will. I do have a plan! The story just takes control as I'm writing it! Thanks again.