Suikoden V - Alpha Prince

Lyon remembered the next part of the ritual and pressed herself against Nifsara, their lips finding each other for a brief kiss. She only hoped Linfa remembered.

She needn’t have worried for graceful Sharmista recognized Linfa’s inexperience and caught the girl’s hand and chin giving her a chaste peck. Her eyes flew wide in alarm as Linfa responded with much more enthusiasm than was called for. Her soft buttock was roughly grabbed pressing her more firmly against the other woman as Linfa cupped her quim between them. Linfa’s tongue danced upon hers as the sedate woman froze her arms in the air, not sure what to do with them.

After a few moments, Linfa pulled back breathing heavily and smirking at Sharmista who returned it with a small smile of her own as she stepped past her to the prince. She noticed Lyon shooting her an annoyed glance from where she knelt at Shula’s feet, the front of her soft purple outfit open revealing tantalizing glimpse her pert breasts. Ooops…maybe she wasn’t supposed to have taken that long with the kiss… Looking back at the Prince she saw Nifsara send her an amused look and a wink before returning her attention back to Faroush’s towering member.

Linfa took her place at Shula’s feet reaching out to stroke his balls as she gave him a sexy smirk. Despite herself, as she watched Lyon’s hand engulf his dick she wished she was over with the Prince. She’d signed on to be HIS concubine… She felt Lyon reach over undo her dress causing it to pool around her knees to reveal her lithe white body to Shula’s gaze.

He reached out and patted her head, “The beauty of your form is simply divine…” She appreciated the complement but the pat on the head kind of pissed her off a bit though she didn’t let it show as she leaned down to flick her tongue over his head every time it popped up out of Lyon’s stroking hand.

Lyon’s attention was on the Prince as she leaned down and joined her tongue with Linfa’s.

Faroush simply sat with a very pleased look on his face as he enjoyed the touch of the two women upon him. They’d yet to bring their mouths into play only using their hands as they watched his huge thick prick with fascination. The feel of each was different; Nifsara gripped his cock’s lower length tightly in both hands enjoying the feel of the soft skin gliding along his hardness within. Sharmista, her porcelain beauty a sharp contrast to Nifsara’s sexy face, ran her small hands along his fat head and upper shaft with a soft whispering touch as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.

“They’ve been wanting to get their hands on that big meaty cock since they first caught a glimpse of it in the baths.” Remarked Shula casually.

They weren’t the only ones, thought Lyon as she saw the pretty diplomat lick his lips.

“My hands feel right at home, Shula! He’s as thick as my spear!” exclaimed Nifsara shooting a glance to her large blue weapon leaning against a tall bookcase. Sharmista just rolled her eyes at her companion’s audacity as her hands started to grasp the cock more firmly.

Faroush wasn’t sure how to respond to this and merely smiled. He couldn’t help but notice Shula’s intense fascination with his cock. He was used to that sort of response. Even completely heterosexual men were sometimes awed and fascinated with it even if they didn’t have any sexual attraction to it. Even Kyle hadn’t been immune and he was no slouch in that department himself, of course he was over it by now but the staring had been downright weird there for a while.

“Indeed, I can see that, Sara.” Shula watched as his fiery little vixen slowly brought her head to Prince’s big flared tip, her tongue stretching for it, teasing Shula as much as the Prince. Tearing his eyes briefly from it, he said, “Your highness, I simply must know….how long is it?”

“Twelve inches.” Said Faroush simply.

“By the clans! That’s…” Whatever he was going to say was lost as he trailed off becoming engrossed in the sensual scene before him as his ladies began to pleasure the Prince in earnest as if the declaration of his size had been their signal to start.

There was none of the playful mock fighting that they often did when pleasuring their master’s dick, no there was more than enough room for both of them.

Sharmista began licking him like a huge lollypop with long, firm licks upon his bulbous head while Nifsara worked her way around and around as she repeatedly licked from her hand around his base up to his tip to briefly kiss her companion.

Sharmista bobbed her head wrapping her lips around him, swirling her tongue, and teasing and fondling with her fingers for awhile as Nifsara’s hand found his ball sack sending him an appreciative “Oooh!” as her head moved down to investigate. Flipping her long blue braid over her shoulder, Sharmista held his cock steady while she began firmly licking up and down its underside with the flat of her tongue, paying particular attention to the underside of his head

She then switched techniques taking just his first couple of inches into her mouth, sucking strongly, and swirling her tongue constantly on the underside of his head. Her hand went back to his balls and massaged. Nifsara was visibly annoyed that her companion had so callously taken possession of her tasty treat and moved up to firmly grasp his shaft and jerking it out of Sharmista’s mouth and hungrily swallowing as much as she could. Sharmista didn’t seem particularly bothered by this and ran her tongue down the long shaft where she began to mouth at his sack, marveling at their size despite herself.

“Hmmmm…I must say, your highness, that it is so good to spend time within a civilized society that knows how diplomacy is supposed to be done.” Said Shula with a sigh as Lyon took him completely into her mouth while Linfa undid the rest of his robes to expose his slender chest.

“Oh? What…less-civilized society are you referring to?” asked the Prince as he reached down and gently stroked Sharmista’s silk covered breasts eliciting a sexy little purr and causing Nifsara to press her own pert endowments against the back of the hand. He chuckled…she reminded him of a cat competing for his affections.

“The Zexen Confederacy… a dreary little country full of merchants and bankers. The most boring year and a half of my life, I assure you.”

“Really? I wouldn’t think Armes would have much interests in countries that far North.” Replied Faroush. Falena had embassies in nearly all the countries on that continent but they weren’t much more than formalities as the one constant in Falenan foreign policy was that it had none.

“We don’t. Several clans however do business with Zexen however. And I..um managed to get myself into a little trouble…the details of that little adventure I’ll save for another time. The important thing being that I pissed off the Darja Clan back when they were significantly more powerful. Only the Madras Clan’s growing ties with the Issvaaks, that’s King Jalat’s clan, kept me from suffering some rather harsh punishments…instead I got sent along with a trade delegation to Zexen to allow tempers to cool.”

“Ahh…I see. And Zexen wasn’t to your liking?”

“Indeed not! Though I wasn’t there in any official capacity, I am a trained diplomat…so I took it upon myself to meet with various members of their government. By the clans! Every single one was a stuffy humorless old man, their only concern counting the coin they have and the acquisition of more! Not a single woman among them at all!”

“But surely there were some women to divert you, maybe not amongst their leaders…”

“Sure…oh there were, mostly timid creatures covering their bodies most drably…hmph…I’ve noticed my sister seems to have taken after them….fashion…hah!”

“Ahh…but it would seem to me that would just that would make the pleasure all the greater when you divested their lovely bodies of such unworthy clothing..”, Grinned Faroush, this conversation bringing back memories of him and Kyle cruising Sol-Falena sampling the delights of countless beautiful creatures.

“Hah…I see we two think on similar paths and I too was pleased with such prospects. However, the women their have very curious views upon sex. They seem to think its only use is producing children. What blasphemy! It’s not called baby making…but love making, no? Anyway…not all profess to such foolishness but I found them to be wholly unsatisfactory. In the end, I would not have survived for without Sharmee and Sara…my lovely flowers…” Shula gazed upon them fondly as they expertly saw to Faroush’s need.

The conversation dwindled for a while and both were content to enjoy their pleasure in companionable silence.

Nifsara was trying her best to swallow Faroush, her mouth open wide. Millimeter by millimeter his shaft disappeared between her lips until she stopped managing a full third of him. That was impressive for her first try and more than her counterpart had managed. Faroush was surprised as she stayed there her tongue wiggling along them then she began to hum a nameless tune. He wasn't sure how she could do this, as his cock was completely blocking her air supply, but she hummed her song, whose notes were chosen not for their melody but for the incredible sensations they produced on his shaft. She hummed for much longer that he would have though possible without passing out.

She finally reversed direction, revealing his cock slowly. On the way out, she ran her teeth lightly along the top of his cock while adding a maddening swirling of her tongue to the underside. When her teeth reached the ridge under his 'helmet', she held them there and bit down just a little to give her tongue swirling more friction on the underside of his cock head.

Faroush could only mutter an amazed, “Wow!” at the sensations she was causing.

After a moment, Nifsara pulled away, a strand of saliva running from her wet lips to the end of his cock, “Wow is right, big boy! That’s the first time my little technique didn’t make a guy lose his load. Of course…usually I’ve got their entire cock down my throat…”

“Haha….bravo, your highness!” called Shula jovially as he slowly clapped his hands. Faroush could see at some point he had blown his load as his dick lay limp still gently being stroked by Lyon and Linfa who sat perched on the armrests their heads lowered to his chest casually licking his nipples.

“Please your highness, I’d greatly appreciate seeing your magnificent spear in action. Feel free to sample either of my ‘fair maidens’. Though if you’d like your own beautiful ladies, that would please me no less…”

Faroush couldn’t help but react enthusiastically to Shula’s offer. All of this teasing had gotten him very very horny and he was really ready to fuck anything at this point. He wasn’t about to choose Lyon or Linfa as whatever Shula said it could be considered an insult. Of course, that left him with choosing between Sharmista and Nifsara. After a moment’s consideration he decided upon Sharmista…just something about her reminded him of Lyon.

Nifsara pouted her lips and sent him a hurt look as he held a hand out to her counterpart, saying, “My lady?”

She took it with a smile as he stood and helped her to her feet. “Thank you, your highness.”

With that, he guided her over to Shula’s desk and gently laid her back upon it, her long smooth legs dangling over the side. After a moment, he realized what he’d done he shot an embarrassed look towards Shula.

The diplomat just waved it off as he stood his arms around Lyon and Linfa, “Haha…Don’t worry about it, your highness. I’m honored. Besides it’s one of my favorite places to take her anyway…”

The slender man approached, his hands upon two luscious rears as he came around to the side of the desk. Nifsara approached and took Lyon’s place next to him as the Queen’s Knight sunk to her knees as Shula’s dick finally started to harden once more.

Faroush positioned himself between Sharmista’s widespread legs and positioned his cock at her entrance
“Ready?" he asked gently.

She nodded, a bit nervously, although she tried to hide it.

He pushed gently until the head popped through her tight opening. She gave a small gasp.
He paused for a moment to allow her to get used to his presence, then he began thrusting shallowly to loosen her tightness. Every few thrusts he would go a little deeper. He was patient, long experience allowed him to control his desire to go deep with long thrusts immediately.

At about half, her hips were bucking back at him strongly, and she had her eyes closed, her bright white teeth shining as she bit her lower lip. Nifsara ran one hand along her panties as the other stroked Shula’s slender back; it wasn’t often that she got to see her ever so serious companion lose control like this.
With about three inches to go, and finally getting to the long, strong strokes that they both wanted, he hit an obstruction, her cervix. He angled his thrusts up a bit, rubbing over it rather than thrusting against it and was rewarded by a deep moan from Sharmista as he was able to thrust another inch into her.

Faroush started thrusting a bit harder to get his last couple inches in and within a dozen strokes he was thrusting to the hilt. He was rewarded by a panted, "Unhhh... runes... that's deep.”

Shula stepped forward then, one hand light upon her smooth stomach and the other grasping Faroush’s firm muscular buttock as it thrust so powerfully, “Indeed, my dear…I did not think it possible…” Looking at Faroush, he continued, “Sharmee is so tight around me. I’m truly impressed, your highness.” The blue haired diplomat thought he could actually feel the Prince’s bulk pushing Sharmista’s stomach out lightly from within.

Nifsara was still clinging to Shula’s side as one hand played with his asshole just the way he liked. She had to admit huskily into her master’s ear, “And he’s so masterful…”

Despite her supreme lust for the young royal’s member she had expected it to be a fairly comical show as he tried to get that elephantine cock into her companion’s tiny little pussy. But it only caused her loins to burn even hotter as she watched his display of sexual experience and prowess, eliciting the true sounds of pleasure from Sharmista’s throat that were usually reserved only for their master.

Shula grinned and nodded as he bucked his hips to and fro enjoying the sensations of her intruding finger and Lyon’s warm mouth around his hard dick. Linfa kept grabbing his face and pulling his lips to hers as she’d found out he was a truly excellent kisser, despite that he was only half paying attention his eyes constantly fixed upon Faroush’s monstrous member sliding into Sharmista’s pussy.

Faroush, for his part, said nothing a little embarrassed by the complements as he continued his deep, relentless strokes into the beautiful moaning woman in front of him.

He thrust for a few moments longer, and then he decided to change things up a bit.

Pausing while buried to the hilt, Faroush hooked an arm under the knee of one long slender leg, and brought it up to rest the calf on his shoulder. Repeating the action with the other leg, he found this now left him with an inch to spare, so he slowly pushed that into her. Her eyes widened as he drilled deeper than ever before.
He increased the speed of his strokes, his heavy balls starting to slap her ass, and was rewarded by grunts from Sharmista each time he hit bottom.

About five thrust-filled minutes later, she had what certainly seemed to be an intense orgasm as her tight tunnel rhythmically contracted even further around his cock. Her screaming and moaning reached a new height as the massive orgasm rocked her system.

Faroush slowed to a very gentle stroke as her aftershocks faded while Shula bent over her quivering form to kiss her. She responded but she was slightly sluggish from exhaustion and sheer shock.

Lyon had expertly moved with Shula’s movement and now sucked his stiff prick her head pressed against the side of the desk from his hips while Nifsara took advantage of his cute boyish butt sticking out to shove a second finger deep inside him.

Shula broke the kiss with a grunt from Nifsara’s actions and looked into his concubine’s eyes, “Now my Sharmee, I want complete honesty, how was it?”

Sharmista was torn between loyalty to the master she loved and the boy…the man who’d just… And she knew there was no jealousy in Shula and indeed, he took pleasure from this and that should be all that mattered to her. However, there was just something wrong about feeling such pleasure from anyone but him. Even as she mulled over this her body still betrayed her, causing her to lightly gasp and moan as the Prince kept slowly sliding his huge shaft into her.

Still, she knew her duty. Though her words were true she filled them with the false enthusiasm that she knew he would like, “Oh Shula! I’ve never…ever…came so hard in my entire life! I…can’t describe it…”

She trailed off. She could tell from the look on his face he was cumming hard into the Prince’s concubine’s mouth. She knew that Nifsara would have been much more loquacious in her praise for the Prince to the point of denigrating Shula. Sharmista couldn’t bring herself to do that no matter how much pleasure it caused their master.

After a moment to come down from his own orgasm, his dick sending a last few spurts into Lyon’s mouth that she swallowed with ease, Shula straightened and turned to the Prince, who had finally retrieved his cock fully from Sharmista’s depths to let it fall with a meaty slap upon her abdomen.

“Thank you, Your Highness. You truly do the Madras Clan much honor!” gushed Shula.

“Um…it’s no problem…she was very good…” Faroush responded, damn…this was such a weird situation.

Shula reached down and lightly ran his soft hands along the Prince’s length, “And what stamina you have! I see you’ll have no trouble continuing… I’d love seeing you fuck Nifsara as well.”

“Um…of course.” He said raising an eyebrow at the purple haired woman who flashed a wide grin back at him.

At Shula’s subtle urging, Sharmista raised herself up and slid off the desk. She wrapped her arms around Faroush and dragged him into a surprisingly passionate kiss. Pulling away. Looking into his eyes she said, “Thank you, your highness.” After a moment she moved to his ear and whispered, “Shula wants me to let you know that as long as he serves you during this war that we should consider you our master before him. Whether you need us to protect you in battle or pleasure you in bed, we are at your service.” Looking, into her eyes once more he thought he saw some hesitancy there..

With that she glided away and Faroush was left standing there stunned. Shula only nodded smiling and all other thought was pushed from his mind as Nifsara pounced on him, he fell back a few steps before grabbing a hold of her muscular ass and regaining his balance while throughout the vixen enthusiastically kissed him in a manner entirely different from Sharmista’s slow sensual one.

She broke the kiss and ran her hands through his hair and across his face, “Ooooh…You’re so perfect, your highness. Such a pretty boy and…” Grasping his shoulders she slid her ass back and forth upon the thick rod thrusting up so forcefully between her legs. She bet if she let go of him, his huge cock would hold her up, “and…you see I’m torn. I love pretty boys but I also love big manly cocks. The problem is pretty boys don’t come properly equipped. Oh I still enjoy playing with their little toys…” She sent a very obvious glance at Shula’s dick now being taken care of by both Sharmista and Lyon.

Sharmista sucked on his dick lovelingly her tongue flickering upon its length as she tried to get his attention on her rather than Nifsara and the Prince. She knew Nifsara was just as devoted to their master as she was…indeed, probably more so since she was willing to give him the humiliation that he wanted. Sharmista just couldn’t…she felt that some small part of him was hurt by such antics.

Nifsara was still talking between kisses as he carried her over to the desk, “….oooh…and then men with big lovely cocks are so hairy and ugly….but not you, Prince…you’re so pretty and slender….and your cock-Ooooh!”

He put her down on the desk a little roughly, flipping her so she was face down her the full round moons of her butt sticking out delightfully. He wanted her to shut up. Oh, he enjoyed being bigger than other men sure, but Shula was his friend and he didn’t like her attitude. Though he sensed Shula wanted her to act like this he still didn’t enjoy it…but he was going to enjoy this…

“Oh yes! OH YES! Fuck me! Fuck me with your huge cock! Yes!” She wiggled her butt at him enticingly as she felt the end of his rod touch her.

Despite her enthusiasm, Nifsara couldn’t help but feel a little fear. The prince was so big… She’d never fucked anything near as large…this really would be like impaling herself on the end of her spear….

As Faroush ran the fat head of his cock up and down her nether lips teasingly, Sharmista couldn’t help but feel a longing….wishing that it was her who was about to feel that…that inside her once more. Her treacherous pussy felt strangely empty and she wanted it filled once more. She’d like nothing more than to have Shula fuck her but she wouldn’t….she wouldn’t let him feel her pussy right now….she feared her pussy couldn’t give his slender 6 inch length the pleasure it once did after the Prince had opened her up even now it felt like she could fit her whole fist inside. Shula had always loved her tightness over Nifsara’s (bitch spent half her time sticking various objects up her cunt…)

Sharmista decided Shula needed to fuck and she certainly wasn’t going to let Lyon be the one. Getting it regularly from the Prince meant she probably had enough room to store a whole arsenal in there… She glanced at Linfa, kissing Shula’s neck. She was obviously not the Prince’s concubine….more likely a young woman jumping at the chance to bed the Prince. She might do….

Faroush finally finished his teasing and focused on getting inside Nifsara.

Nifsara felt her pussy stretching to accommodate his wide girth and found it to be an incredible sensation sending fluttering feelings into her stomach and jolts of pleasure everywhere. “Oh YES fucking yes…. Fuck me hard!” Her words devolved into one long moan as his cock spread her vaginal muscles further than she’d ever felt.

It took time but Faroush slowly and inevitably worked his throbbing member into her as she screamed and moaned unintelligibly. She was a screamer….if this is how she reacted to him just putting it in…..

Finally with two inches still out, he had as much in as was going to. He was intimately familiar with the feel of pussy around his cock and knew this one just wasn’t built to accommodate twelve inches of very thick meat.

Pulling out, he slammed himself back again causing Nifsara’s screams to reach a new crescendo. He pumped himself in and out slamming his hips against the toned glutes of her ass. Something about this girl just demanded to be fucked hard as opposed to her sister Sharmista’s porcelain beauty that called for a gentle coupling.

Nifsara loved it. She loved way the Prince had so strongly and assuredly taken control of her. Throwing her down on the desk and bending her over. Teasing her then just fucking her….so hard and so good.

She loved the intense…amazing…awesome pleasure is big hard cock was causing. It hurt too. But it hurt-good every time his fat head thrust all the way in. Pain really was so close to pleasure….

Suddenly, he stopped and leaned over her, their sweating bodies close,
“And that’s just ten inches…all your little pussy can take…”
He couldn’t help himself and said the cruel comment, getting her back for her earlier remarks.

Sharmista found herself feeling inordinately proud of that despite her conflicting feelings regarding the Prince. It felt good to have one over her counterpart…. Her attention returned to her master who was sliding his dick into Linfa and from the sounds she was making the girl was enjoying it immensely.


Nifsara couldn’t believe it and her arm snaked back. Her hand found his cock and grasped the thick base. How could it not all be in? She was so full….

Pulling on it she mewled, “Put it all the way in! All the way!”

He did as he was told and leaned in.

Quickly pleasure and pain became simply pain, “Oh Runes!”

He pulled back and the pain faded. She couldn’t believe it! There was no way Sharmista could take him all if she couldn’t? She remembered seeing the entirety of his member disappear inside of Sharmista like magic. If Sharmee could so could she...

Faroush was surprised as the girl roughly pushed him back, her pussy seemed to grasp his member trying to keep it in but it finally fell out. Nifsara jumped up on the table, “Up here…big boy…”

He did as he was told and moments later he was lying on the desk with Nifsara lowering herself down upon his cock.

She was riding him but despite her best efforts she couldn’t force him all the way in. After a while, she just gave up and enjoyed the sensations.

He caught her breasts in his mouth as she leaned forward but soon her enthusiasm pulled her nipples from his lips as she sat up a bit and propped herself on her arms to allow her to ride him harder. He contented himself with fondling her breasts and watching her as the speed and depth of her strokes continued to increase. Her firm, round ass started smacking his crotch as she took him in deeply again, especially when he began raising his hips to meet her while angling to hit all her sensitive spots.

She was in charge of the pace, and there was nothing stopping her from accelerating as she slammed down on him harder and harder. He met her thrust for thrust. By the time, ten minutes later, when she screamed out her orgasm, muffled by her fist in her mouth, she was covered by a sheen of perspiration. She slowed as her tremors again subsided, then collapsed on top of him.

He had been getting closer and closer to his orgasm and knew it wouldn’t take much for him to cum. As she slid off of him he turned sitting on the desk and began stroking.

“Aw…fuck….I’m about to cum..” he said as he felt the familiar feeling boil up within.

The reaction was rather comical as he suddenly found himself surrounded by three faces. Nifsara, Lyon, and Linfa knelt around him and Sharmista came over as well with urging from Shula.

Her eyes went wide as an impulse had him turn his cock towards her and she just barely managed to close her lips around the tip as he began firing his cum straight to the back of her throat. She swallowed rapidly and wrapped her lips around more of his cock but couldn’t keep up. Letting go of it her face was splattered with his white jizz.

As his massive prick was grabbed hungrily by Nifsara she had a chance to reflect and she had to admit his cum tasted surprisingly good.

Nifsara’s face was already covered before she pressed her mouth to his cock and got her own dose of protein.

It wasn’t long before all the girl’s had cum in their bellies and their skin covered in his liquid. They set about cleaning each other with their tongues knowing that both Faroush and Shula would find it exciting. Faroush sat back against the desk, his cock finally going soft, hanging between his legs.

Looking at Shula, in a similar condition, he said, “Yea….got to love that Falenan-Armes diplomacy…”

Shula smiled, “Indeed…I believe this is going to be the start of a long fruitful relationship between our two countries.”


Paula’s voiced quivered, “I- I’m sorry, Lazlo. I shouldn’t have presumed to…

Lazlo’s anger flared and he turned back to her, his rune raised shining.

Lazlo caught himself, “See… I just felt something. It…the rune affected me somehow..” He trailed off as he saw the look on her face.

She stared at his rune, her face frozen and her lips slightly parted.

What the…

He waved the hand back and forth but her eyes continued to stare unseeingly.

“Paula..Paula…are you okay?” he asked hesitantly.

She didn’t respond for long moments and then a strange voice she intoned, “I…I’m not good enough. I’m a liability. I made a mistake and Tal was almost hurt…I-“

Lazlo watched in horrified fascination as the young elf began reciting every single self perceived sin, mistake, and wrongdoing of her entire life.

Even as it continued its judgment upon the elf, a process that would eventually enslave her to its bearer and start Lazlo down the proper path, a small part of the Punishment Rune became aware of another approaching.

If it had lips they would be curling into a sneer as it recognized the Dawn Rune. Not even really a True Rune, just a shard of the Sun Rune. While massively stronger than the Punishment Rune’s own children that was because the Sun Rune had only born two offspring. Most of the runic pantheon each bore thousands, the better to influence the mortals in the Great Game. The Sun Rune wasn’t much of a player, content to lord over its little continent, with little interest for anything else. Which was why the Dawn Rune’s presence here was so strange…

No matter what it was doing here, it couldn’t be allowed to interfere. Despite its weakness, its power might be enough to tip the scales of Lazlo’s heart in the other direction, and the Punishment Rune had no desire to sleep for another hundred years or so as Atonement took over. It momentarily thought about persuading the Dawn Rune to stay away but he doubted it would acquiesce, now its sister the Twilight would probably be more accommodating…

It would just have to resort to other means. It reached out….

They were walking up a relatively clear path into the jungle to find some of Kenneth’s friends. Faroush was walking more comfortably as they’d retrieved some bandages from the first aid kit that had survived the wreck. He’d managed to improvise solution to his problem by wrapping himself with it.

“Well, I have to admit I’m glad you can teleport us off this island. To tell you the truth, I wasn’t too optimistic about this whole raft idea. If we were unlucky we could have been adrift for longer than we have food and water…”, said Kenneth as he walked alongside Faroush and Viki.

Faroush wasn’t so sure about it but he couldn’t simply leave them behind when he could do something to help. But talking to Viki, he’d found out that if they teleported all Kenneth’s companions when she’d only just got her energy back it would set her back even further the next time. Faroush was worried about what would happen back home as his absence continued.

He was rather confused as he’d found out they were somewhere within the Island Nations Federation and that didn’t seem to be all that far from Falena when you considered the combined distances Viki had teleported people within the country. Viki just insisted that the jump here had been very energy draining and the trip back would be just as bad while evading his attempts at finding out just why that was.

Kenneth continued his musing, “It’d be one thing if we even knew where here was…”

“Chiepoo Island is almost right in the middle of the Saumas Sea. The Kingdom of Obel is a couple days to the southwest.” Responded Viki absently as she watched a pretty parrot fly past.

Kenneth stopped short grabbing her sleeve in excitement, “Really? That’s great! That means we’d have a pretty good chance…not that we need it now, of course. How’d you know?”

“Huh?” remarked Viki still watching where the bird had disappeared past some trees.

Faroush, recognizing her going into oblivious mode, spoke up, “Sorceress, remember?”

The knight nodded, “Ahh…yes..” He was silent for a moment, “Woah wait, did you say Cheipoo island?”

That got her attention, “Oh no! I sneezed! I said Aaaachoo! Island…that’s right…”

Kenneth gave her a weird look and the prince just shrugged his shoulders when he looked his way.

Suddenly, Faroush felt the power of the Dawn Rune ignite and he grasped the wrist with his other hand as it began to glow with orange light.

“Faroush! What’s wrong?” asked Kenneth rushing to his side. Staring at the glowing hand, he realized he didn’t recognize the rune….not another True Rune! The last one had caused enough trouble…

“I…I don’t know…my runes reacting to something…I can feel it. It seems alright… I just-“ Faroush suddenly cried out and fell to his knees, his eyes squeezed shut.

“Can you do something?” asked Kenneth looking at Viki.

The sorceress just shook head staring at the Prince.

The Punishment Rune had focused its energies upon the Dawn Rune only to be firmly repulsed. That shouldn’t have been possible and it wasn’t about to be defeated by a shard. Of course, part of the problem would be it was splitting its concentration between subjugating the girl and destroying the Dawn Rune’s bearer. The Punishment Rune hated the thought of giving up on the girl but it was only postponing the inevitable while letting the Dawn Rune enter the game would end its own involvement in this round.

Paula suddenly seemed to wake up from whatever trance like state she had been in. Shaking her head as if to clear it she said, “Lazlo? What….what happened? I feel strange…”

Lazlo hadn’t a clue but he was overjoyed it was over. He couldn’t help himself in his enthusiasm and he grabbed her pulling her into a fierce hug, exuberantly happy that she was herself once more.

Paula just froze not quite sure how to take this but eventually she returned the hug. What the runes was going on….

Once again the Punishment Rune was repelled only this time it knew why. This wasn’t just the Dawn Rune…its bearer was a Tenkai! A Tenkai! Which wasn’t possible! It's own bearer was the Tenkai! There couldn’t be two Gatherers of the Stars at once!

The Punishment Rune would have pulled out its hair in frustration had it any when it became aware of a blinking rune. In a flash, it leapt upon the rune suffusing it with power.

Kenneth blinked as both Faroush and Viki disappeared in a shower of green light.


Oulan sauntered down Market Avenue eyeing the goods on display in various shop windows. She had the rest of the day off before tomorrow when she’d be escorting a group of pilgrims back to their village east of Southwindow. She intended to spend her time either relaxing or maybe putting some time in at the dojo. The buxom red haired woman stopped short as she came across two girls lying still on the cobbled stones before her.

Looking around at the crowd moving back and forth she glared. “What’s wrong with you people? You’re just going to ignore them?”

Two startled recruits with their customary headbands stepped up, “We’re sorry, mam. We didn’t see them.”

The other added, “I don’t think they were here a second ago”

Hands on her wide curved hips, Oulan continued to glare balefully, “Yea sure….Well, don’t bother. I’ll take care of them.”

The shorter soldier said, “You sure?”

Hefting first one then the other on to her shoulders, she stood and said, “Yea…besides the hospital’s too full right now anyway.”

She headed back to her room, whistling. Saving two damsels in one day….not bad…