Calamity Affection

Disclaimer: I thought I already put this in... anyway, I don't own any of Namco's creations. The only character who is really mine is Ikanser, whatever thats worth.

Author's Notes: For those of you waiting, yeah, there is sex in this chapter. Its M/F/F/F and a bit of nonconsent on Ikanser's part. Like it matters to much what he thinks though eh?

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Chapter 2:
Ikanser vs Rock


It was a longer trip than he was generally used to. He figuired it was just the beginning. Soul Edge was likely not to be anywhere near where he was. He was generally a lucky guy, but to think that it would be right were he began was foolish to say the least.

When he arrived at the arena, he was greeted by a large man being thrown into the bars by a giant. Even he had heard of the 'White Giant', and he had no wish to see the man's strength first hand. He was there for information, not a fight. So thats how he proceeded.

Not surprisingly, most fighters and spectators thought he was chasing after a children's tale. Most laughed at him straight out, calling it a fools errand. He expected this. Soul Edge was, after all, considered to be an Excalibur type weapon. Meaning, a lot of people knew of it, but most thought it was a faerie tale. It wasn't until he met with more openminded fighters that he began to get rumors rather than snickering.

This was a bit more of a run around, however. Three rumors held prodominant. The first was that it was weilded by an undead pirate who ate the souls of unwary sailors. The problem with this was that the pirate story was very similiar to old tales about monsters and of Kraken. He couldn't trust it to much, but he kept it in mind. The second rumor was a bit more blood curdling in his opinion, and more believable. It was that an Azure Knight, drenched in blood, and stinking of souls, held the weapon. Even he, a vagabond thief, had heard of such a man. The various towns razed proved that, a man, or thing, had destroyed many cities in Europe. A creature of that power could consievable weild Soul Edge. The question there would be if he found this Azure Knight, could he do what an army could not? Finally, he heard of a third rumor about a man in Spain who knew about Soul Edge. Apparently this had come from second hand information handed down from Rock, the 'White Giant'. Few of the details were known by these individuals, meaning he had to ask Rock personally. With a sigh, he proceeded into the Arena.

Rock eyed him as a challanger, which hardly surprised the young thief. But, raising his hands to show he heald no weapon, he made it obvious he didn't want to be in the same category. While Rock did lower his weapon, and even took on a friendly demeanor, Ikanser still saw a little bit of readiness to a fight. Still, he didn't want to antagonize that aspect. The two talked friendly enough... at least until Ikanser mentioned he was looking for Soul Edge. Big mistake.

While Rock had been docile enough, as soon as that damned blade was mentioned, the 'White Giant' nearly took his head off with that weapon of his. Ikanser had only a small amount of time to duck down, and even then, he felt breeze over the top of his head. Apparently people became violent when they heard of the blade. Stepping back, and unsheathing his two, wicked and curved swords. He heard the larger man say something, but at the moment, his eyes were locked on that mace. He had confidence in the damage his blades could inflict, but that thing would crush his head if it landed. His asparations in life didn't involve getting turned into ground meat. 'I don't seem to have a choice in this. If I don't fight, he's liable to crush me before I can make it to the gate. Even if I made it to the gate, odds are, i'm already locked in.'

Dodging out of the way of another shot from that hammer. he used his agility to move out of the way of those blows. A blow from Rock was death, but small woulds could get the job done. Besides, he still needed information about Soul Edge, and a dead man didn't tell him anything at all. Proceeding with that plan, he managed to drag his blades along one of the giant's bisceps, inflicting a sharp, but relatively shallow cut... He realized it was a mistake a bit to late.

While he had been mentally congradulating himself, he hadn't moved far enough away to escape from the large man's hands. The weapon didn't strike him, but Ikanser felt his feet leave the ground as the giant of a man picked him up. The wind left his lungs as he hit the ground, and he wondered how many ribs were broken as Rock landed on top of his chest. Raising his mallet high, Rock was planning on ending the fight right then and there. There was a whistling noise as the mace was brought down...

... and met nothing but ground. Rolling out of the way as far as he could, Ikanser shakily raised to his feet. His body couldn't take another blow like that. A bit more carefully, he implimented his strategy. While he did manage to avoid a majority of the blows, a few grazed him, causing bruises he would regret later. However, in the end, Rock was unconscious from loss of blood, bit still alive. Ikanser fell to his knees, letting the pain wash over him now. That was also a mistake, as soon enough, unconsciousness washed over him as well.


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'Am I dead?' He thought, still a dark haze. He felt light, and there was a pleasent feeling around his crotch. It felt like something soft and wet was encircling his cock. Maybe this was some sort of reward. Hearing a soft moan in the distance, pain visited him. As consciousness visited him, he was well aware that the feeling of the wet feeling around his dick was increasing. "Mmm?"

What greeted him was the sight of a busty dark haired woman in a state of undress. She was at the bottem of the rather ornate bed, laping his cock almost furiously while her hand jacked him off. He wasn't complaining, it felt damned good! Noticing he was a wake, a coy smile came to her face. Raising her mouth from his staff. she continued to jerk him off. "Good, your awake. We were getting afraid you might not 'come' to."

'We?' He thought, arching his his neck slightly. To one side layed a black haired woman of asian decent. She wasn't as busty as her friend, but she still had an athletic and nice body none the less. Feeling something soft press against his biscept, he turned his face to meet with a girl who looked similiar, but different to the woman he had fought, and was still seeking. She was a medium between the two previous women, and seemed somehow more innocent. When he broke the kiss, he suddenly realized what was happening. Hell, he liked sex, had it as much as possible. However, his muscles still burned and his body ached from the fight with Rock. "H, hey! Listen, i'm a bit tired, and my body is still--!"

He was silenced as the woman went back to servicing his cock. "We saw your fight. We think Champions are SO hot! My name is Hualin."

The asian woman said, going down to the dark haired woman currently sucking his dick. "I'm Lynette, and my friend is Valeria."

The blonde giggled, pressing up against him, and once again bringing him into a kiss. He would have said 'nice to meet you', or even 'please, stop, i'm in pain', but he was to weak to. He felt soft hands grab his arm, and guide into something warm and wet. He knew well enough it was someone's, and judging by the angle Hualin's, wet sex. Giving a mental sigh, he spread his digits, and finger fucked her as we as well as he could under the circumstances. Lynette kept him to preocuppied and Valeria's heavenly tongue furthered the distraction. After a while, he felt Valeria stop her fellatio. Looking down , he saw her lower her pussy onto his shaft. She mouthed something, but it wasn't until she was bouncing on his cock that he could understand what she was saying. While she had started out mouthing the words, she was now yelling at the top of her lungs "Oh Gods!"

He had little time to see this, as Lynette had grown bored from lack of real action, and lowered her pussy onto his face. Left with no real action, his tongue stretched out, and into the hot blonde, who moaned in reply. Hualin, however, tended to her busy friend, massaging her big breasts while Valeria continued with Ikanser had started, her slender digits rapidly entering and exiting her friend. Suddenly feeling a tightning around his cock, he moaned into Lynette, the cute blonde girl gasping as he did so. When Valeria came, Ikanser was short to follow, shooting his seed deep within the shop keeper. As she raised, he grunted lightly as her sex still clung tightly to his cock.

Lynette raised off his face, and Ikanser breathed for air. He felt like he was getting raped, but was glad it was over... that was, until Hualin and Lynette lapped up his cock, his once softening member becomming rigid once more. Hualin waved her blonde friend over, and Lynette took over where Valeria had left off, mounting his now rigid cock, and causing him to moan, now in pain. Whereas Valeria had been a tight fit, Lynette felt like a vice grip. She almost made the other shop keeper felt loose in comparison. Valeria, apparently sated, layed next to him, watching her blonde friend's breasts shake with each downward motion, her hand lazily stroking her pussy.

Hualin, whom he began to wonder preferred the femal persuation to his own gender, situated herself in between Valeria's thighs, moving her friend's hands out of the way, and lapping at the mix of his and Valeria's juices from her wet sex. Moaning in pleasure, Ikanser wondered how long this would last. When Lynette came, he didn't this time. Apparently distraught, she continued to ride him, the thief could only grimace as she continued to do so. In the state he was in, a small child could keep him down. Hualin, noting that her friend came, giggled. "Hey, its my turn..."

The blonde begrudgedly raised herself off his staff. Apparently Hualin liked men and women, as she enthusiasticly monted him. Her small, pert breasts bounced. Ikanser had a feeling that this would continue for the rest of the night. At this point, he could only manage a soft whisper. "Suc.... succubuses..."

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The next morning, he found himself still in the same bed. Although the rest of his body felt a bit sore, but fine, he himself felt spent. He wondered if his cock would harden again for a month. Those women were insatiable. They had taken turns triple teaming him until he had passed out from both pain and pleasure. He wondered if he was secretly a closet masochist. Clothing himself, he exited the room. He was dumbfounded to find that he was in the Arena as he did so. He hadn't seen the room before, and it wasn't until her looked around to see the door was hidden, that he realized he had missed it. Sitting down, he immediately raised when Rock approached, and he quickly took a defensive stance. "I may hurt, a LOT, but i'll still kick your ass again!"

He threatened, although it was quite idle. "Relax! I'm here to tell you what I know about Soul Edge."

The man spoke in the once more friendly tone. This time, Ikanser kept his distance. The last time the tone had been this friendly, he had been beaten up, and raped after all. Rock did indeed tell him about Soul Edge, and fortunately, didn't decide to smash him. When it was done, Rock asked about how his wounds had healed, with a lecherous smile. By that smile, Ikanser assumed Rock had been taken by the advances of those three she demons before. Not answering, Ikanser left the Arena. Rock had told him just what he wanted to know. The man who knew about Soul Edge lived in Spain, and Rock had even told him where the Azure Knight had once dwelt, a Castle Osteinberg, which lay to the North. Deciding where to go, he began... although the limp followed him for most of the trek.

Author's Note:
Next chapter will be determined by my fans. The two choices are Castle Osteinberg or the man in Spain. Feel free to post reviews, and please email me telling me where you want this story to go.