A Taste of Bliss

A/N: Don't own Suikoden. That's property of Konami. I use their characters without their permission, but with the utmost respect.

Tags: Yuri, Pedophilia, Incest, Oral, HJ.

Spoiler-Free! This fic is set in a bubble in time, where the game skips over some time in the beginning. I'm going to stretch it out most likely. Hope no one minds.

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Things were, well, rather awkward between the Prince and the Princess. A chance meeting in a hall here or there would find the prince spinning on his heel and picking another path through the castle, and the princess flushing deeply and becoming despondent and unwilling to meet anyone's eyes for the better part of the rest of the day. Of course, being the ever vigilant bodyguards they were, Miakis and Lyon noticed.

Miakis decided to do something about it however. Lymsleia was brushing out her hair somewhat late one night, as Miakis sat on the bed behind her. The Princess's mind was, for once clear and free of thoughts of her brother. Unfortunately, Miakis had decided to get to the bottom of the tension between her ward and the Prince.

As she had done a hundred times before, Miakis stood up and walked over to the Princess, idly running her fingers through Lym's chestnut locks. A brief shared glance in the large mirror mounted on the wall was all it took for Miakis to get her point across. Lymsleia calmly set the brush down on the bureau in front of her, and stood up, hair cascading down her back. Miakis' fingers went to work and a moment later the sleeping gown Lym wore also slid down her back. Miakis leaned in close, and pressed a soft kiss to Lym's bare right shoulder, brushing a few stray strands of hair away beforehand.

"You're beautiful, Lym." Miakis whispered in her charge's ear. "You don't regret this right?" Miakis asked, the realization that maybe the age difference between them had created a strange power balance, and that Lym felt pressured coming to her mind.

Lym tilted her head back, resting it softly on Miakis's chest, freed as it was from her armor this late at night, and smiled up at her bodyguard. "Nope." Lym answered softly. Miakis couldn’t help herself. She leaned down and captured the Princess's lips in a soft kiss that quickly escalated leaving both girls flushed and panting when they finally separated.

"The bed?" Miakis asked softly, arousal shining in her eyes. The Princess nodded, and stepped towards Miakis, pressing herself softly against her guardian's clothed form. Miakis wrapped her arms around her ward, intending to carry her to the bed, but Lym stopped her with a whispered command.

"Wait." Miakis felt Lym's hands working behind her, and suddenly cold air tickled her back as Lymsleia loosened the ties to Miakis's padded shirt. The bodyguard pulled away, and let Lym slip the shirt off of her. A quick intake of breath through clenched teeth as the cool night air brushed across her chest, and then Lym was pressing against her again, fingers insistently working on the clasp of her skirt.

Miakis reached behind herself and cautiously removed Lym's fingers, before swiftly undoing the catch on the skirt. Lym's fingers slid across Miakis's toned rear-end, perfectly sculpted thanks to years of peerless exercise and training. Miakis bent down and lifted Lym into her arms, then carried her to the bed, ignoring her small squeak of surprise at the sudden move, and smiling into her hair when she snuggled against the older woman's chest.

Miakis's free hand came up and gently brushed a loose strand of hair from her Princess's face. "Time to let go." Lym sighed into her bodyguard’s chest, but released her hold from around Miakis's neck obediently. Miakis set her down on the bed, and then knelt on it, sitting slightly to Lym's left.

"Still nervous?" Miakis asked. "You always are, but I can't help but think you love it every time anyway."

Lym blushed and looked away slightly. "Yeah." she whispered in response.

Miakis shifted on her knees, sliding onto her elbows, and starting a slow crawl behind her princess. She sat up and pulled the curious girl into her arms, nuzzling the base of her neck and kissing her collarbone lightly.

Lym's inevitable question was cut off as Miakis's gentle caress pulled a soft sigh from her throat. Then Miakis brought her tongue into play, gently lapping at the hollow in the Princess's collarbone. The princess groaned, letting her head loll to one side to allow her lover better access to her shoulder.

Miakis's other hand was gently stroking the princess's soft skin, providing just enough pressure on the flesh over her stomach to keep from tickling her.

"Thought we'd try something different tonight." Miakis explained, her hand drifting lower and lower.

"I- ah..." Lym gasped as Miakis hand softly grazed her damp womanhood. The bodyguard's other hand began to gently tease and massage Lym's left nipple.

Miakis was always amazed at how sensitive Lym was. She wondered how the young girl would cope when she entered puberty. Her body was already incredibly sensitive. A vision of a gorgeous Lymsleia, eighteen years old, and leaning hard on Miakis as the bodyguard whispered in her ear rushed through Miakis's mind. Somehow the girl knew the Lym in her vision was coming, and just from the sound of her voice alone!

Miakis's mind was brought back to her current situation by a soft whimper from the princess, who was leaning backwards, rather heavily against her.

"Princess." Miakis prompted, her fingers finding the small sensitive bundle of nerves and rolling it between her finger and thumb. She received a throaty groan in return. "Answer me." Miakis said.

"Wha-AH!" Lym cried as Miakis lightly squeezed her clitoris, making her jump and stiffen in her arms.

"About your brother." Miakis began. She felt Lym stiffen in her arms and try to pull away, but a gentle massage of the princess's jewel turned her muscles to rubber and ceased her struggles.

"There's nothing to say." Lym growled out. Normally the reply, especially from Lym would have set Miakis on her heels, but holding said person and touching them as she currently was took a lot of the sting out of it.

"That's a bald-faced lie, and you know it." Miakis said simply. "Now quit making that face. It makes you look like a tomboy. And, just incase you didn't know, I happen to like girls." Miakis finished with an air of superiority.

Lym grinned. "Oh, do you now? What *other* girls might you be interested in, hmmm, Miakis?" The young Princess teased, temporarily forgetting her position.

Miakis thought quickly. "Mmmm, I dunno. Lyon's kinda cute." Miakis whispered in her young lover's ear. "What do you think she'd be like in bed?" The bodyguard asked. Lym rolled the idea around in her head for a while, doing her best to ignore the gentle stroking of her womanhood.

"I think she'd be shy and quiet. Mmmm. She'd resist, but not forcefully. But, once we got into it, I think she'd be hooked." Lym said, sighing softly at the continued touch.

Miakis giggled into the shell of Lymsleia's ear. "Just like you and your brother, hrm?"

Lym froze up, her world abruptly coming to a halt as her mind raced.

'She knows.'

That singular thought kept running through Lym's mind, even as Miakis tried to reassure her that it was all right, that she just wanted to know why they'd been avoiding each other.

Lym couldn't handle it anymore. She turned in Miakis's arms and flung herself tight against the older girl, heedless of their states of undress and wept against her shoulder.

Miakis was shocked at the feel of warm tears splashing against her skin. If Lymsleia was this distraught about the issue, then she'd certainly chosen the wrong tactic to get her to open up. Thinking fast, she wrapped her arms around Lym's slender form, shaking as it was with sobs and attempted to console her.

It was only then she realized Lym was talking, whispering in a soft voice, her breathing uneven and hitched with sobbing gasps for air. Just her tone wrenched at Miakis' heart. Her words made the Queen's Knight's heart stop.

"Please don't leave me. Sorry, so sorry. Must hate me, but please don't leave me..." Lym was chanting over and over, her speech broken by sobs.

Miakis nuzzled the tops of Lymsleia's head, tears coursing their way down her cheeks as the words hit home. Miakis rocked the small girl back and forth, murmuring into the crown of her head.

Lymsleia clutched her like a lifeline, and sobbed openly. Miakis held her throughout the night.

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Miakis had pried the story out of the princess in the early morning, after the girl's tears had finally run dry.

Lym had explained how she'd been asleep, in her brother's bed. How she'd woken up to use the restroom, and had returned to find her brother pitching quite the tent, at least, that's what Miakis had inferred from Lymsleia's description.

From there on, her natural curiosity had taken over, and with her awakened sexuality courtesy of Miakis, she'd treated her brother to quite the fantastic wake-up call. Miakis had smiled when Lym had described how her brother had turned the tables on her. The Prince had been too young for Miakis to really get involved in developing his sexuality as she had with the Princess. Miakis had seen the look in her Princess's eyes when she was talking about her encounter with her brother. The girl was head-over-heels in love, with her own brother. Miakis wasn't really surprised.

The problem was that Lym was convinced her brother hated her after what had happened, and how she'd snuck out upon waking without staying to talk things over with him. This triggered a whole new deluge of tears from Lymsleia.

It had taken quite a while, but Miakis had been able to get Lym to calm down and relax enough for her natural fatigue to take hold, and the girl had slid into a deep sleep. Miakis had carefully picked her way from the room after quietly getting dressed. She had to notify the Queen of this before things possibly got out of hand.

Surprisingly, the Queen and Lord Ferid weren't all too surprised to hear about what had happened. The Queen wore a knowing grin when Miakis came to their quarters to speak with them about their children. The Queen invited Miakis in, and Miakis was flabbergasted to hear that the Royal couple knew all about what had happened, and that they even encouraged it.

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Miakis sat in the library, her mind swimming, trying to make sense of all the information the Queen had imparted to her. That Queen Arsthat would not only accept, but condone and encourage a relationship shook Miakis. Sure, in her mind there was nothing wrong with a little fooling around, Hell, it was to be expected, but when the parents sheltered such a relationship, that threw things into a whole new light.

Granted there were several circumstances that would make an outside suitor a poor choice. With the power in Falena being recently stabilized, a union within the family would make sense. In the end, the more Miakis thought about it, the more it made sense.

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Lymsleia woke up slowly, her body tangled in her silken sheets. The sunlight broke through a crack in the curtains, and lanced across the room to irritate her eyes. She scowled at the sunlight, and then rolled over to pursue sleep once more, but found it quickly slipping beyond her grasp. She sighed and sat up, moving to sit on the edge of her bed.

Her bleary vision picked out her nightdress, and she stood and retrieved it, quickly dressing and leaving her rooms. Miakis had been right. There was no point in her avoiding her brother.

The trip to her brother's rooms was one she knew on instinct, having walked it so many times. She made it there, and slipped inside, hoping he wasn't awake yet.

The Prince lay sprawled out on his bed, arms and legs thrown every which way. His pillow was on the floor, and his head was tilted back, a loud and undignified snore rolling from his throat. Lym couldn't help but giggle at the sight.

Her thoughts sobered though, when she caught sight of her brother's morning erection, tenting up his pants. Memories came rushing back, how it felt in her hands, in her mouth, hearing her brother worship her with breathless groans...

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A soft gasp, a gentle breath on sensitive skin, and sleep was banished. The rise to consciousness was a slow, laborious process, one in which the mind failed to properly communicate the physical situation...

*Wait a minute!* The Prince's eyes snapped open, and he slowly rolled his head up to look at his sister, who was straddling his waist. This conveniently nestled his erection against her soft backside.

"Lym, just what are you doing?" He asked, eying her flimsy attire. Granted, the little nymph had been making regular appearances in his dreams as of late, and he'd forced himself to keep his distance for fear of doing something untoward.

And now here she was. Squirming. On his lap.

"Lym, you've got to stop that." He warned, gritting his teeth. Lym simply smiled at him, and laid down, her head resting against his shoulder.

"Why?" she asked. Lym wasn't really sure why she was behaving this way, but a small part of her had taken control, and her common sense was just taken along for the ride. Sure she'd just come here to talk, but sex wouldn't be a bad runner-up.

The prince simply groaned in response. His self-control was stretched tighter than a drum already, and Lym was ready to destroy it completely. He could hear his family now. "...used to be such a nice child. Now all he does is live in sin, with his own sister!"

At this point, he didn't really care though.

Lym's hot breath on his ear cemented it, as her hips rose and fell softly, rubbing his manhood against herself.

The Prince turned his head and pressed his lips softly against his sister's. He was thoroughly convinced he was damning himself to Hell, and that he'd be on his way there shortly, thanks to his taking such liberties with his sister. He pulled away and opened his eyes.

He certainly wasn't expecting to see what he was looking at. He blinked, trying to clear his vision. Lym was crying, that much he expected, but she was....smiling?

"Oh brother! I'm so glad you feel the same way!" Lym whispered fiercely, wrapping her arms around her brother and hugging him tightly.

A/N: Yeah, I know. Not much smut. Not feeling smutty right now, but this leaves a perfect opener for chapter three. I'd rather not rush it to fit it into this chapter, since I'm not in my typical descriptive style right now. I'll get chapter three out during this Fourth of July week, since I've got nothing better to do! Look forward to an addition in a few days!

Until then!