Suikoden V: Relations
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Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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52
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Magical Meetings
Chapter Two: Magical Meetings
The Prince stood near the edge of the tower, staring at the ocean below, grimacing wryly. He looked back at Belcoot, standing nearby with a similar expression, then returned to looking back down the tower. The inn behind him had sweet smells rising from it, which helped stave away the Prince’s annoyance at the scene below.
Josephine, the boisterous, obnoxious “fashion diva” was chasing Jeane, the mysterious rune mistress who’d recently come to the castle, shouting at the top of her lungs.
“Intolerable! That outfit is utterly awful! How can you even LIVE with yourself to show that much flesh? I understand the need to be alluring, but YOU are a harlot! A hussy! Why, just seeing you fills me with righteous indignation! Such a travesty should never have to be endured by a FASHION DIVA like myself! Off with you!”
Jeane blinked in surprise, not quite sure how to reply, backing slowly away as the crazed woman in pink slowed her chase, panting some.
“Ugh…so…tacky…losing…breath…”
Jeane tittered nervously, brushing her silky locks from her beautiful blue eyes and smiling softly. She spoke, her voice playful, sultry, and intoxicating.
“Now…now, dear Josephine, there hardly needs to be any such harshness between us. I’m just a Rune Mistress, I have no ill-will towards”-
“You’re a fashion NIGHTMARE! You are a disgrace to any and all who are fashionable! You offend every sense of being I hold dear!”
As Josephine’s screeching grew louder, Belcoot and the Prince shrunk away more and more, their winces growing larger. Belcoot looked towards the Prince.
“Y’know, I think her outfit looks fine.”
The Prince nodded in agreement, then stepped aside as Jeane came up the large ramp leading up the inn, not looking at all angry, and brushed past the two, an audible sigh being heard. Josephine stormed up, stopped as Jeane crossed the large bridge and headed into the main tower of the castle, then stormed away to her room, muttering a variety of curses and fashion terms.
Belcoot let out a deep breath.
“Glad that ended well.”
He looked back towards the Inn, than nodded at the Prince.
“I should go. Marina wanted me to help her carry a few boxes of new quilts we ordered. She always is worried about me, wanting me to take my shirt off so I don’t overheat, watching me carefully so that she can help me better…its very sweet, but kinda strange.”
The Prince nodded again. It was odd to be that concerned. Who would want to see the Kanakan swordsman lifting heavy boxes without a shirt anyway?
Belcoot vanished into the Inn, and the Prince headed back towards the castle, wondering why all the women in this place wanted to argue so much. A passing Egbert tried to answer his unspoken question.
“All these arguments, your highness, are obviously the work of those FILTHY GODWIN DEVILS! As such, you should make sure you placate all the women folk involved so that they don’t BECOME FILTHY DEVILS! Like those DESPICABLE GODWINS! I HATE THEM SO”-
The Prince gave a slight agreement and dashed across the bridge, as Egbert shouted off rambling curses to thin air. Again, the Prince wondered if bringing him here was such a good idea…
Still, Egbert had a point. He should go make sure Jeane wasn’t offended. As a Prince, he had to make sure his followers weren’t unhappy…
* * *
In the main plaza, a few new shops had opened. The trader, Sairoh, impressed by the Prince being able to recruit his son and also lower the price of salt in Raftfleet, had set up a trading post, and was busily telling a passing Raja of the exciting stories he had when he was trading wines up in Kanakan. He somehow managed to rope everyone nearby into hearing this particular story, the Prince had been forced to endure it three time already.
“And there I was…four boxes of salt when I should have had five! Oh, the accounting nightmare! I was deep into Kanakan, there was no way I could find another box of Falena salt. So, I did the one thing all traders do: I lied, and said that the four boxes of salt were very, very valuable in Falena, and if they sold those four, they’d make as much as ten times the profit! Of course, on my way back, I had to make sure this happened, so I bought every box of salt from Estrise to Stormfist and hoarded them. The Kanakan traders were so impressed by the profit they made that they gave me a share and went off. I sold all the salt and the wine for a profit and made an absolute killing! Now, as for the actual numbers…”
The Prince walked by hurriedly, not wanting to hear any more math from the old man. He spied Jeane’s rune shop at the other end of the plaza and rushed over. She wasn’t tending the counter, so he tried the door to the back, and found it unlocked. He quickly slipped inside.
It was incredibly hot inside the shop, as the boxes of runes glowed with intense heat. It suddenly made sense why Jeane wore so little: fire runes alone generated incredible amounts of heat when not equipped, and to spend any amount of time here would mean boiling to death if you didn’t wear very loose or very…well…Jeane-esque outfits.
There was a back storage room at the far end of the rune shop. He heard some strange noises and moved to open the door, hoping to find Jeane quickly before he passed out from the heat. He slid the door to the side suddenly, walking into the room.
And stopping very suddenly.
His eyes widened as he saw Jeane, leaning against the wall, sitting on a box of Water Orbs, her top lying on the box next to her, as she fanned herself vigerously. She stopped for a second as the Prince walked in, his eyes wide, his face flushed with heat and embarrassment. She smirked slightly, standing and walking towards the young Prince.
“Why, your Highness, you look like you’re about to melt! What could have possibly driven you to come seek me out, at such risk to yourself?”
Her delicate, yet fast-moving fingers quickly undid the straps to his top and it slid off his shoulders, falling to the floor with a dull thud. His bare, thinly muscular chest was dripping with sweat, his six-pack abs and sleek arm and shoulder muscles glistening in the dim light. He gasped, opening his mouth to speak, but not quite able to, his mouth dry from the muggy heat.
Jeane moved close to him, feeling his forehead in concern…her amble breasts pressing against his chest, soft, with hardened nipples pressing into him. He gasped, and she spoke.
“You seem ok…it’s a good thing we got you out of that hot armor…your Highness…what brings you to my shop?”
He managed to, in broken words, stammer out his wanting to make sure she had not been terribly offended by Josephine’s words. Jeane laughed out loud, her body, and breasts, shaking with mirth. She moved back close to him.
“Oh dear Prince, you came all the way here just to apologize? Oh, my, I hardly deserve such wonderful treatment…mmm…”
She gave him a very friendly hug, her whole body pressing against his as her slender arms wrapped about his bare waist, her head resting against his chest. He willed himself not to, but it was much, much too late. His arousal desperately wished to be free of the confining black pants he wore, sticking out like a sore thumb, or at the very least, like a very large sore thumb. Jeane noticed.
“Oh, Prince, you should have told me you had such discomfort…here…let me show you some gratitude for coming all this way…”
Oh thank the Sun.
She kissed him lightly on the chest, her arms holding his waist a little tighter and squeezing his ass playfully. She kissed down and down, moving lower, her tongue darting out and sliding across his smooth abs, nipping at his flesh and stopping at the hem of his pants.
She kissed her way down to the huge bulge and took it, still covered by the tight pants, into her mouth, suckling gently on it, her tongue running over the tip of his cock.
“Mmm…such tension you must have…you can help yourself, Prince. No…mmm…need to play games anymore.”
He gasped, panting as he gripped the hem of his pants and slide them off slowly, letting them fall into a pile at his ankles. His hardened cock burst free, and Jeane giggled girlishly at it.
“Oh my, yes, I was right…hmmm…now, where was I?”
She took it eagerly into her mouth, her soft lips closing around the tip of the shaft and suckling slowly. Moving forward bit by bit, she took more and more of the throbbing cock into her mouth, purring softly. Soon, she had the full nine-inch member in her mouth, sucking faster at it, her breasts jiggling as she moved forward and back.
The Prince panted hard, gasping in pure delight as she went down on him, his body shuddering with pleasure as she licked and nibbled on his cock. She began to hum, her tongue vibrating on his cock, and he shuddered, throbbing inside her mouth. Orgasm was approaching.
She chuckled, despite herself, and sucked faster, fondling him with one soft, delicate hand, the other tracing up his thigh, and then moving behind, grabbing his ass playfully. He groaned, shuddering still, and gripped a nearby box, cumming hard, his hot, sticky cum spraying into her mouth. She pulled away, as it splashed all over her face, she laughed jovially.
His seed dripped down her face, and she held out her cum-covered tongue to let more drip onto it, lapping it up hungrily. She winked at him, standing up and sitting back down on her box, giggling some more.
“Mmm, very tasty, prince. Maybe…you’d like a snack too? I heard you liked sweet things…”
She moved her draping loincloth aside, unbuckling and letting it slip down her hips, revealing a shaven slit, moist and dripping. She used two fingers to spread her pussy open, and beckoned to the Prince with the other hand.
“Come here, your Highness. You want your reward?”
He nodded dumbly, moving down to his knees and kissing at her thighs, his tongue dragging out across her smooth, silken flesh as it slid towards her waiting pussy. Teasingly, he licked at, kissing the moist flesh softly, not yet entering her. Jeane moaned softly, her voice melodic, like a sensual song, echoing around the store room.
With gusto, he slid his tongue into her dripping pussy, lapping up her moist juices and caressing the soft, velvety folds within, her ever-louder moans giving him rhythm. He gripped her hips, his tongue diving in deeper, licking and lapping at her dripping honey, and she ran a soft hand through his hair, letting him know he was doing a good job.
He found her swollen clit and took it into his mouth, sucking gently on it, hungrily getting as much of her sweet cum juices off it as he could, biting it gently, his teeth pinching it, eliciting more cries of pleasure from the beautiful Rune Mistress. She gasped out words.
“Oh…oh…Prince…ahh…I’m cumming!”
And she did. An explosive orgasm rocked her body, and the Prince eagerly licked up her sweet cum, moaning softly, her taste driving him wild with desire. She shuddered, falling back against the wall, and the Prince stood up, his cock hard again. She didn’t speak, simply giving him a nod.
He plunged his throbbing cock deep into her shaven pussy, hilting the nine-inch behemoth into her soft, warm pussy, gasping in pleasure. He pushed in harder and harder, pounding her inviting pussy eagerly, their moans mixing and echoing together in the small room. The runes in the boxes all began to glow and light up, flashing brilliant rainbows of light and symphonies of sound as the two grew faster and with greater intensity. He fucked her mercilessly, hammering her soft pussy, his huge cock filling her to the brim.
Throbbing inside her, they both began to cry out, screams of pleasure filling the air, accompanied by the runic symphony.
“OHH! Prince…PRINCE! Y…yes…I’m…I’m going…to cum…again! AH!”
He said nothing, words beyond him, his cock exploding into a huge climax, the runes and the Rune Mistress letting out bursts of noise, and the two climaxed together, falling against the boxes in a sweaty, satisfied heap. The runes soon stopped glowing,, and they lay still for awhile, catching their breaths.
Kyle tapped the Rune Mistress’ counter impatiently, waiting for her to show up to help him with a problem. There was weird noises coming from the back, and just as he was about to go forward and see what was happening, Jeane appeared, floating in gracefully and smiling, leaning forward so that her breasts squeezed together invitingly.
“Gonna buy something, handsome?”
Kyle blinked, trying to speak, but soft, inaudible squeaks were all that came out, until he finally shook his head and walked away, his face red. Jeane giggled as the Prince came out from behind her, one more dressed. She winked at him.
“You know…under the counter, there may be some more sweets for you…if you’re not in a hurry…”
He grinned roguishly, kissing her on the back of the neck and sliding to the floor. There was a pause, then she fell forward some, grasping at the counter, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
* * *
The Prince yawned, walking back towards his room, stopping to look at the comment box.
--To Prince, From Lun—
Hey there, yer Highness! I got my boat into the castle fer repairs, I was wonderin’ if you’d like to take a personal inspection?
XOXOXO
Lun
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---To Prince, From Jeane---
Anytime you need some of my specialty runes, stop by the back room. Bring anything you think you may need.
-Jeane
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End of Chapter Two
---Author’s Note---
Well, this was actually a lot more fun to write then I thought it would be. Hmm…this could be a problem if I’m doing more fanfics then my regular writing…
At any rate, thank you very much for your reviews, they really prompted me to write this. Its still lacking some on the Castle aspect, but I don’t think anybody will complain about simply Jeane smut, right?
Right.
Remember, you can also request types of sex, or situations if you want. I’m eager to hear what kind of unique ideas YOU can come up with. I have a few pairings I plan to do later, but in no particular hurry:
PrincexSubala
PrincexLuserina
BelcootxMarina
PrincexMarina
PrincexRoyal Family Member (It’s a secret who)
Anyway, Read and Review! Gimme your thoughts!
TTFN!
The Prince stood near the edge of the tower, staring at the ocean below, grimacing wryly. He looked back at Belcoot, standing nearby with a similar expression, then returned to looking back down the tower. The inn behind him had sweet smells rising from it, which helped stave away the Prince’s annoyance at the scene below.
Josephine, the boisterous, obnoxious “fashion diva” was chasing Jeane, the mysterious rune mistress who’d recently come to the castle, shouting at the top of her lungs.
“Intolerable! That outfit is utterly awful! How can you even LIVE with yourself to show that much flesh? I understand the need to be alluring, but YOU are a harlot! A hussy! Why, just seeing you fills me with righteous indignation! Such a travesty should never have to be endured by a FASHION DIVA like myself! Off with you!”
Jeane blinked in surprise, not quite sure how to reply, backing slowly away as the crazed woman in pink slowed her chase, panting some.
“Ugh…so…tacky…losing…breath…”
Jeane tittered nervously, brushing her silky locks from her beautiful blue eyes and smiling softly. She spoke, her voice playful, sultry, and intoxicating.
“Now…now, dear Josephine, there hardly needs to be any such harshness between us. I’m just a Rune Mistress, I have no ill-will towards”-
“You’re a fashion NIGHTMARE! You are a disgrace to any and all who are fashionable! You offend every sense of being I hold dear!”
As Josephine’s screeching grew louder, Belcoot and the Prince shrunk away more and more, their winces growing larger. Belcoot looked towards the Prince.
“Y’know, I think her outfit looks fine.”
The Prince nodded in agreement, then stepped aside as Jeane came up the large ramp leading up the inn, not looking at all angry, and brushed past the two, an audible sigh being heard. Josephine stormed up, stopped as Jeane crossed the large bridge and headed into the main tower of the castle, then stormed away to her room, muttering a variety of curses and fashion terms.
Belcoot let out a deep breath.
“Glad that ended well.”
He looked back towards the Inn, than nodded at the Prince.
“I should go. Marina wanted me to help her carry a few boxes of new quilts we ordered. She always is worried about me, wanting me to take my shirt off so I don’t overheat, watching me carefully so that she can help me better…its very sweet, but kinda strange.”
The Prince nodded again. It was odd to be that concerned. Who would want to see the Kanakan swordsman lifting heavy boxes without a shirt anyway?
Belcoot vanished into the Inn, and the Prince headed back towards the castle, wondering why all the women in this place wanted to argue so much. A passing Egbert tried to answer his unspoken question.
“All these arguments, your highness, are obviously the work of those FILTHY GODWIN DEVILS! As such, you should make sure you placate all the women folk involved so that they don’t BECOME FILTHY DEVILS! Like those DESPICABLE GODWINS! I HATE THEM SO”-
The Prince gave a slight agreement and dashed across the bridge, as Egbert shouted off rambling curses to thin air. Again, the Prince wondered if bringing him here was such a good idea…
Still, Egbert had a point. He should go make sure Jeane wasn’t offended. As a Prince, he had to make sure his followers weren’t unhappy…
* * *
In the main plaza, a few new shops had opened. The trader, Sairoh, impressed by the Prince being able to recruit his son and also lower the price of salt in Raftfleet, had set up a trading post, and was busily telling a passing Raja of the exciting stories he had when he was trading wines up in Kanakan. He somehow managed to rope everyone nearby into hearing this particular story, the Prince had been forced to endure it three time already.
“And there I was…four boxes of salt when I should have had five! Oh, the accounting nightmare! I was deep into Kanakan, there was no way I could find another box of Falena salt. So, I did the one thing all traders do: I lied, and said that the four boxes of salt were very, very valuable in Falena, and if they sold those four, they’d make as much as ten times the profit! Of course, on my way back, I had to make sure this happened, so I bought every box of salt from Estrise to Stormfist and hoarded them. The Kanakan traders were so impressed by the profit they made that they gave me a share and went off. I sold all the salt and the wine for a profit and made an absolute killing! Now, as for the actual numbers…”
The Prince walked by hurriedly, not wanting to hear any more math from the old man. He spied Jeane’s rune shop at the other end of the plaza and rushed over. She wasn’t tending the counter, so he tried the door to the back, and found it unlocked. He quickly slipped inside.
It was incredibly hot inside the shop, as the boxes of runes glowed with intense heat. It suddenly made sense why Jeane wore so little: fire runes alone generated incredible amounts of heat when not equipped, and to spend any amount of time here would mean boiling to death if you didn’t wear very loose or very…well…Jeane-esque outfits.
There was a back storage room at the far end of the rune shop. He heard some strange noises and moved to open the door, hoping to find Jeane quickly before he passed out from the heat. He slid the door to the side suddenly, walking into the room.
And stopping very suddenly.
His eyes widened as he saw Jeane, leaning against the wall, sitting on a box of Water Orbs, her top lying on the box next to her, as she fanned herself vigerously. She stopped for a second as the Prince walked in, his eyes wide, his face flushed with heat and embarrassment. She smirked slightly, standing and walking towards the young Prince.
“Why, your Highness, you look like you’re about to melt! What could have possibly driven you to come seek me out, at such risk to yourself?”
Her delicate, yet fast-moving fingers quickly undid the straps to his top and it slid off his shoulders, falling to the floor with a dull thud. His bare, thinly muscular chest was dripping with sweat, his six-pack abs and sleek arm and shoulder muscles glistening in the dim light. He gasped, opening his mouth to speak, but not quite able to, his mouth dry from the muggy heat.
Jeane moved close to him, feeling his forehead in concern…her amble breasts pressing against his chest, soft, with hardened nipples pressing into him. He gasped, and she spoke.
“You seem ok…it’s a good thing we got you out of that hot armor…your Highness…what brings you to my shop?”
He managed to, in broken words, stammer out his wanting to make sure she had not been terribly offended by Josephine’s words. Jeane laughed out loud, her body, and breasts, shaking with mirth. She moved back close to him.
“Oh dear Prince, you came all the way here just to apologize? Oh, my, I hardly deserve such wonderful treatment…mmm…”
She gave him a very friendly hug, her whole body pressing against his as her slender arms wrapped about his bare waist, her head resting against his chest. He willed himself not to, but it was much, much too late. His arousal desperately wished to be free of the confining black pants he wore, sticking out like a sore thumb, or at the very least, like a very large sore thumb. Jeane noticed.
“Oh, Prince, you should have told me you had such discomfort…here…let me show you some gratitude for coming all this way…”
Oh thank the Sun.
She kissed him lightly on the chest, her arms holding his waist a little tighter and squeezing his ass playfully. She kissed down and down, moving lower, her tongue darting out and sliding across his smooth abs, nipping at his flesh and stopping at the hem of his pants.
She kissed her way down to the huge bulge and took it, still covered by the tight pants, into her mouth, suckling gently on it, her tongue running over the tip of his cock.
“Mmm…such tension you must have…you can help yourself, Prince. No…mmm…need to play games anymore.”
He gasped, panting as he gripped the hem of his pants and slide them off slowly, letting them fall into a pile at his ankles. His hardened cock burst free, and Jeane giggled girlishly at it.
“Oh my, yes, I was right…hmmm…now, where was I?”
She took it eagerly into her mouth, her soft lips closing around the tip of the shaft and suckling slowly. Moving forward bit by bit, she took more and more of the throbbing cock into her mouth, purring softly. Soon, she had the full nine-inch member in her mouth, sucking faster at it, her breasts jiggling as she moved forward and back.
The Prince panted hard, gasping in pure delight as she went down on him, his body shuddering with pleasure as she licked and nibbled on his cock. She began to hum, her tongue vibrating on his cock, and he shuddered, throbbing inside her mouth. Orgasm was approaching.
She chuckled, despite herself, and sucked faster, fondling him with one soft, delicate hand, the other tracing up his thigh, and then moving behind, grabbing his ass playfully. He groaned, shuddering still, and gripped a nearby box, cumming hard, his hot, sticky cum spraying into her mouth. She pulled away, as it splashed all over her face, she laughed jovially.
His seed dripped down her face, and she held out her cum-covered tongue to let more drip onto it, lapping it up hungrily. She winked at him, standing up and sitting back down on her box, giggling some more.
“Mmm, very tasty, prince. Maybe…you’d like a snack too? I heard you liked sweet things…”
She moved her draping loincloth aside, unbuckling and letting it slip down her hips, revealing a shaven slit, moist and dripping. She used two fingers to spread her pussy open, and beckoned to the Prince with the other hand.
“Come here, your Highness. You want your reward?”
He nodded dumbly, moving down to his knees and kissing at her thighs, his tongue dragging out across her smooth, silken flesh as it slid towards her waiting pussy. Teasingly, he licked at, kissing the moist flesh softly, not yet entering her. Jeane moaned softly, her voice melodic, like a sensual song, echoing around the store room.
With gusto, he slid his tongue into her dripping pussy, lapping up her moist juices and caressing the soft, velvety folds within, her ever-louder moans giving him rhythm. He gripped her hips, his tongue diving in deeper, licking and lapping at her dripping honey, and she ran a soft hand through his hair, letting him know he was doing a good job.
He found her swollen clit and took it into his mouth, sucking gently on it, hungrily getting as much of her sweet cum juices off it as he could, biting it gently, his teeth pinching it, eliciting more cries of pleasure from the beautiful Rune Mistress. She gasped out words.
“Oh…oh…Prince…ahh…I’m cumming!”
And she did. An explosive orgasm rocked her body, and the Prince eagerly licked up her sweet cum, moaning softly, her taste driving him wild with desire. She shuddered, falling back against the wall, and the Prince stood up, his cock hard again. She didn’t speak, simply giving him a nod.
He plunged his throbbing cock deep into her shaven pussy, hilting the nine-inch behemoth into her soft, warm pussy, gasping in pleasure. He pushed in harder and harder, pounding her inviting pussy eagerly, their moans mixing and echoing together in the small room. The runes in the boxes all began to glow and light up, flashing brilliant rainbows of light and symphonies of sound as the two grew faster and with greater intensity. He fucked her mercilessly, hammering her soft pussy, his huge cock filling her to the brim.
Throbbing inside her, they both began to cry out, screams of pleasure filling the air, accompanied by the runic symphony.
“OHH! Prince…PRINCE! Y…yes…I’m…I’m going…to cum…again! AH!”
He said nothing, words beyond him, his cock exploding into a huge climax, the runes and the Rune Mistress letting out bursts of noise, and the two climaxed together, falling against the boxes in a sweaty, satisfied heap. The runes soon stopped glowing,, and they lay still for awhile, catching their breaths.
Kyle tapped the Rune Mistress’ counter impatiently, waiting for her to show up to help him with a problem. There was weird noises coming from the back, and just as he was about to go forward and see what was happening, Jeane appeared, floating in gracefully and smiling, leaning forward so that her breasts squeezed together invitingly.
“Gonna buy something, handsome?”
Kyle blinked, trying to speak, but soft, inaudible squeaks were all that came out, until he finally shook his head and walked away, his face red. Jeane giggled as the Prince came out from behind her, one more dressed. She winked at him.
“You know…under the counter, there may be some more sweets for you…if you’re not in a hurry…”
He grinned roguishly, kissing her on the back of the neck and sliding to the floor. There was a pause, then she fell forward some, grasping at the counter, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
* * *
The Prince yawned, walking back towards his room, stopping to look at the comment box.
--To Prince, From Lun—
Hey there, yer Highness! I got my boat into the castle fer repairs, I was wonderin’ if you’d like to take a personal inspection?
XOXOXO
Lun
---
---To Prince, From Jeane---
Anytime you need some of my specialty runes, stop by the back room. Bring anything you think you may need.
-Jeane
-----
End of Chapter Two
---Author’s Note---
Well, this was actually a lot more fun to write then I thought it would be. Hmm…this could be a problem if I’m doing more fanfics then my regular writing…
At any rate, thank you very much for your reviews, they really prompted me to write this. Its still lacking some on the Castle aspect, but I don’t think anybody will complain about simply Jeane smut, right?
Right.
Remember, you can also request types of sex, or situations if you want. I’m eager to hear what kind of unique ideas YOU can come up with. I have a few pairings I plan to do later, but in no particular hurry:
PrincexSubala
PrincexLuserina
BelcootxMarina
PrincexMarina
PrincexRoyal Family Member (It’s a secret who)
Anyway, Read and Review! Gimme your thoughts!
TTFN!