Desire and Sacrifice

INTRODUCTION: The second chapter of this story contains some yuri and continues building up towards Chris's journey to the sacrificial site where Yun died. Thanks for reading!

RATING: NC-17 (for explicit descriptions of sex, hints of non-consensual activity, some underage sexual activity, etc.)
PAIRING: [ Suikoden III ] Chris x Yun (Primarily), Chris x Others
SUMMARY: After the Second Fire Bringer War, the death of Yun plagues Chris Lightfellow with guilt and sorrow. She travels to Alma Kinan village to confront the reality and tragedy of the young girl's death. However, when a being resembling Yun appears in the forest, will the years of training and discipline save Chris from the temptation that lurks in her heart?

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" . Desire and Sacrifice . "

Chapter II :: Zexen Woman No More

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"Is that...?" Chris squinted at a dark pool as the trees parted before them.

"A natural spring that has existed since the birth of the Alma Kinan tribe," Yuiri answered, setting her pack near the edge of the water.

Without the interference of trees, moonlight bathed the small clearing, outlining smooth stones and grass in nocturnal light. Chris approached the spring, amazed to see steam rising from its surface, the water so misty that she could not penetrate its depths with her eyes. During her many visits to the hot bath at Budehuc Castle, she had discussed these natural hot springs with Goro, but never thought she would encounter one herself.

"You'll need to strip those garments off and get in," Yuiri commanded firmly. When Chris seemed to hesitate, she added, "There are barriers protecting our village from outsiders. You can be assured that there are even stronger barriers protecting our sacred sites, including this spring. No one will see you unclothed except Yumi and me."

As Yumi drew soap and other items from her pack, she attempted to concentrate on her assigned task. However, she couldn't help but stare with mixed concern and agitation as Chris easily slipped her shirt off, exposing muscled shoulders that still maintained a womanly elegance. Initially she had resented being forced to assist in the ritual, but later realized that her presence could interrupt any sort of intimacy that might develop between Chris and her lover.

"So this spring is used only for ritual purposes?" Chris asked as she unbuckled her belt and let her pants drop to her ankles.

"Yes," Yuiri said. "We will bathe you with our hands, cleansing you of all the impurities of the outside world. After you have been cleaned, you can be considered one of the Alma Kinan."

Chris took a breath, attempting to relax her muscles. Despite the moon overhead, the darkness of night did provide some comfort as she stood completely naked near the pool. Admittedly she also had Louis bathe her on several occasions when she had been too worn and bruised from battle to take care of hygiene alone. This ritual wouldn't be any different, right?

Yuiri soon joined Chris near the spring, her own clothing removed to reveal a small frame muscled from exercise and combat. Compared to Chris, Yuiri's breasts were more modest, her hips lacking a defined feminine form. Yuiri paused a moment to examine Chris. In the moonlight, Chris was truly the "Silver Maiden;" midnight radiance of the moon kissing the smooth ivory skin of her neck, breasts, and stomach, her hair glowing softly as it hung to her waist.

Returning to her duty, Yuiri slipped one toe in the water, searching until she found a flat stone surface. "Here it is. Chris, there's a stone placed underwater here. You'll need to sit on it while we bathe you."

Nodding, Chris stepped into the water, sitting on the stone as though it were a chair, her feet brushing the earthy bottom of the spring. Warm water rose to the middle of her stomach, and she closed her eyes in preparation of what was to come, attempting to enjoy soaking in the heated pool.

Yumi appeared at Yuiri's side, carrying the items they required for the ceremony, her own clothing gone as well. Yuiri took soap and washcloth from her hands, immediately working a lather with the water. As she brushed away Chris's hair and began scrubbing her back, Yumi stiffened, aware that her lover had not paused to look at her as she had with Chris.

"Yumi, please take care of washing Chris's legs, won't you?"

The woman stiffened at the command, watching as Yuiri bent over her work, her breasts bouncing with the force of her scrubbing. Sliding into the water, Yumi bent on her knees in front of Chris, so that the heated water rose to her shoulders. As she began pressing Chris's calf with her washcloth, she looked up, the sight offending her eyes. From where she sat, Yuiri could not see Chris's face, but she must surely know what her touches were doing to the Zexen maiden. Her hands circled under Chris's arms, and were grabbing at the soft flesh, rubbing the nipples of her breasts with the cloth.

Chris's cheeks burned a red that could be seen even in the dim light of the clearing. "Is that really necessary, Yuiri?" Her voice had grown hoarse, a whisper that hinted at passion more than fear.

As a soldier and leader of the Zexen army, Chris Lightfellow had rarely been afforded the opportunity to engage in such personal contact with others, much less think about it. She distanced herself from intimacy, never even thought she would have time or energy to wed a man. With shame and regret, sometimes she allowed her own fingers to touch herself at night, but her own hands were nothing compared to the pleasure of another person molding her breasts, brushing the tender undersides of her mounds with soapy hands.

Yuiri paused in her scrubbing. "If you want to be a woman of Alma Kinan, you should respect our rituals, Chris."

The Silver Maiden resisted the tickle of Yuiri's warm breath near her ear, the massaging of her breasts already sparking excitement from beneath her stomach.

While Yumi watched, jealousy marred her usually kind heart. Before she had Yuiri, before she had enjoyed the touch of another woman, her heart had been truly carefree and forgiving of everything. However, Yuiri had been the first to understand her, the only one to share those private emotions and physical ecstacy. Yumi had been too soft and forgiving in the past, and had lost several opportunities because of it; she could not stand to lose Yuiri.

Yumi parted Chris's knees, as though she intended to wash the woman's thighs. Whenever she placed her washcloth on the inside of Chris's thigh, however, the touch was not the rough scrubbing intended to clean, but a soft caress, light electricity that shot straight to the center of Chris. Disguising her intent with cheerful humming, Yumi wrapped the washcloth around two of her fingers and stabbed into the soft, exposed flesh between Chris's thighs.

Although she had been able to control her reactions to Yuiri, Chris couldn't help but gasp and squirm as she was penetrated by the thickness of the wrapped washcloth.

Yuiri, who had been massaged soap into Chris's scalp with her nails, frowned, assuming that the woman was reacting again to her touch. "Chris, I know this must be awkward for you. Please endure it quietly so that we do not disturb the sleeping women at our village."

"Yes, we must make sure to clean ALL of your body before we let you visit the ritual site," Yumi said, an innocent and cheerful smile playing on her face.

However, as she spoke, she began twisting her fingers inside of Chris, the ridges of the wrapped cloth grinding against her inner walls. Seeing Chris grit her teeth against the pain of being stretched by the intrusion, Yumi began pumping her fingers in and out of the woman, making the action appear as though her underwater hand was merely scrubbing hard at the skin to remove the dirt. Chris braced herself against her own arms, her body shuddering as she was violated by Yumi's fingers.

"You do get quite dirty, Chris," Yumi chided in a joking tone as Chris's legs squeezed around her arm, the speed and intensity of her breath quickening. "It's a lot of work to clean you up."

The strokes of Yumi's wrapped fingers inside of her, combined with Yuiri massaging her hair and breasts, was bringing on that intense heat between Chris's legs. She bit back a moan of pleasure, realizing that her vision had fogged, hoping that neither of the Alma Kinan women noticed her intense sexual reaction to the bathing. She squeezed her eyes shut, tried to think about something else--

Her thoughts flew to Yun. Surely that would extinguish the itching, tingling pleasure that was begging to be released inside of her. However, the usual thoughts of guilt and heartache melted into the pleasure of the present moment. The sweet smiling face of Yun in her memory... She wanted to take that face in her hands, part the girl's lips with her tongue, taste the raw heat of her mouth. She wanted the fingers inside of her to be Yun's. She wanted Yun's small, girlish hands to grip her breasts, massage the flesh. She wanted to hold that girl's frail body in her arms, explore the skin still fresh and pure and beautiful--

Her fantasy was interrupted as warm water poured over her. The sensations within her had stopped. Chris blinked.

"That should do it," Yuiri said, inspecting Chris's hair to make certain it had been thoroughly cleaned. "I know that must have been terribly uncomfortable for you, but now it's done."

As Chris's consciousness returned to reality, the blush across her cheeks grew even more intense. Did a simple bath really give her so much sexual pleasure? Had she really thought of doing those things to Yun...?

"You don't look so well, Chris," Yumi commented as she rose from her knees, water dripping off of her nipples as they hardned in the night air. "Are you sure you want to visit the ritual site tonight?"

Chris nodded intently as she also tried to stand, slipped, and caught herself with a handful of grass. Dizzy, she convinced herself that it was the heat of the water, the slickness of the stones under her feet that was causing her head to spin. She took a drying cloth from Yuiri, towling herself as her chest ached in shame. What was the real reason she came to Alma Kinan? Why was she chasing Yun's memory?

As Yumi dressed herself, she hummed, her cheerfulness more sincere. When they left the spring, she had noticed the pained, embarassed expression of Chris's face. She had tormented Chris, almost brought her to the edge of orgasm, and denied her the finishing touch. She hoped that her image would infect Chris's mind, plaguing her, and Chris would forget about any desire she had for Yuiri.

"Again, sorry for any awkwardness that caused," Yuiri apologized. "We've accepted you as a woman of Alma Kinan now. I'll take you to the ritual site where Yun died."

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

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