Suikoden - Turning Tides

Author's note: I re-reviewed the timeline, and there's a little issue with Tengaar's age: chronologically, she's in her teens at the time of this and the last story. To finish the story, I'm sticking with the perception I had that she was older, because her age range isn't the kind that interests me but her character does.

She peered out at the crowd, eyes blinking at where she found herself. Five days later, five days fighting followed by clean-up to end with the everyday bustle of Gregminster. Her allies had decimated the Imperial Guard in the city, advanced to the castle... and left her.

Not that they meant to. She glared the fire from her face out toward her captor to her left, gnashing into Mina's shawl at the soldier showing her grimy, cum-caked body to Gregminster's people like a trophy.

"Look, people, at the true face of the rebel army," the soldier announced to his audience. "The identity of this wench remains obscured by the sign of her misdeeds, but believe me when I tell you that beneath the layers is the face of Tengaar, daughter the Warrior Village chief. She sought to defame our people by offering sex to the Imperial Guard, and we punished her justly."

Her throat ached with the shouts of disapproval muffled by her gag, the judgment of Gregminster's people cast down on her and the false picture painted by the soldier. The midday sun beat down on her through the dried second skin, her eyebrows frosted and brilliant bright red twintails turned into the appearance of goopy stalactites from her head. The soldier's mockery of her situation persisted since the day he found and hid her from her allies, using a simple white bedsheet to keep the truth about his 'art exhibit' a secret. Yet again, she felt him tug on one of her braids to show how well it stuck to the stone beneath her.

A rush of shame fuzzed her senses into confused softness precisely as she saw her familiar daily visitor scuttle up to her, licking the ends of her braids as the collar's tag audibly jingled.

The soldier took this chance to once again degrade the rebel army. "If it isn't Lepant's bitch, cleaning the scum off one of her rebel masters. People, the rebel army's women are a mannerless bunch of whores that belong in the farthest reaches of the wild, not here in the civilized city of Gregminster. What do you think this says of the rebel army itself?"

Questioning glances and cautious whispers passed between the populace gathered around the spectacle of Tengaar and Eileen, shamed before their eyes. Debate churned, minds were made, until one voice boomed out in the back that made the crowd cleave in two.

"It says that the rebel army fights against the abuses of a corrupt military filled with weak, evil men too lowly to deserve the honor of staining my sword with their blood."

Gasps rose from the civilians as Sonya Schulen approached the stocks. An agonizingly slow draw of her sword sent the cowardly soldier running back toward the castle. He nearly made it out of sight from the stocks, stopped short by Kasumi. His armor fell to pieces at his feet, and faster than a flash, the man slammed unconscious into the side of a shop, a spurt of his cum splashing onto the ninja's lips.

"Ick," she said after wiping away enough of the thick gob. "Perv. All I did was touch him."

A half-truth.

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Five days ago....

"You can thank your commander for THIS new attack," Kasumi teased. She appeared to be everywhere, her speed undaunted by the sweaty self-love she gave herself minutes ago in the city. Any keen observer would have spotted the white trails streaming after her, showing every twist and turn she took. Few had the chance to try it. Within fractions of a second, any individual soldier would feel his erection explode with orgasm before he even became aware of his pants down to his ankles. The criss-cross of Kasumi's precision speed-jerks hid her path where it fell.

"Ha! Easy." She took a few breaths, senses dulled. She didn't hear the blade until it was too late. The tip crept into the flesh of her neck...

"Come on boys," Jeane cooed.

Surprisingly, Kasumi heard the sword clatter by her feet. A slight turn of her head, she used her peripherals to see the soldier amble toward the cum-drenched runemistress.

"You go on ahead, these ones are ALL mine," Jeane assured as men huddled around her with their members exposed. She smirked, ogling Kasumi's alluring pose paired with sheets of spunk cascading down the ninja's back and ass like waves of rain down a window.

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"I see you found her for me," Kasumi remarked, joining the other girls near the stocks.

"I thought you were an expert tracker." Sonya whispered.

Kasumi replied, "Hey, finding someone when they're living in the wild is tough. Everywhere I went, Eileen was one step ahead of me. Last time I found her, she was having sex with a large pack of wild boars. They defended her, and by the time I defeated the ones that attacked me, she had run off with what was left of them."

The thought occurred to her of what might happen next, and acting fast, Kasumi grabbed hold of Eileen's rope leash. "You're not getting away this time!"

"Let's get out of here," Sonya said. Her Fire Rune made the metal of the stocks melt into a puddle with the rest of what had pooled beneath it. She raised the top portion and untied the shawl from the girl's mouth. "Are you ready to go Tengaar?"

Tengaar deliriously answered, "Eheheh... I'm so sticky. Is it time for my bath yet?"

"Yes, as soon as we...," Sonya strained with all her might against the plastered twintails, tensing her biceps sore as she roughly yanked them free, "... get you out of here. Lean on me."

Adjusting Tengaar's arm to rest across her shoulder, Sonya hoisted the girl up and took strides toward Gregminster Palace.

"You're coming too, Eileen," Kasumi said. "Tir's Blinking Mirror will take us back to Toran Castle in a flash, then we can have Jeane remove that Fury Rune and get you back to your nice, normal, squeaky clean self."

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A warp sound brought an abrupt change of scenery, from the bloodied halls of Gregminster Palace to the rocky dark dungeon of Toran Castle.

"Ugh, I'll never get used to that," Kasumi held the wall.

"Your mirror has proven invaluable again, Hellion," Sonya simply stated to the elderly woman. Without a drape to cover her, Sonya thought, the scornful gaze the sage laid upon Eileen would surely have turned to livid horror when she came to Tengaar. As a precaution, Sonya volunteered to guide the exhausted girl up the stairs ahead of Kasumi, able to catch Eileen's leash should Kasumi's dizziness impair her grip. Slow, methodical steps up each level brought them to the basement, where Sergei halted further advance.

"Four people?" His eyes seemed to gravitate toward the peculiarly stationed Eileen. "That should be an easy ferry... provided the passengers weigh the right amount. You three look small enough. Can you tell me who this mysterious figure is?"

"Tengaar," Sonya said, clear and precise.

Sergei nodded his acceptance. "I'm terribly sorry for making you wait. You understand, too much weight and the elevator needs repairs. Please, feel free to use it."

Bearing the weight of her veiled comrade, Sonya shuffled the two of them into the elevator. They waited, Kasumi leading Eileen inside when Sergei barred their passage with an arm."

"Wait a moment," Sergei read the meter he'd built outside the elevator. "Have you put on some weight, general?"

"Excuse me?" Sonya sneered.

"I keep an eye on how much different people weigh. These numbers add up to a good deal more than you and Tengaar combined. I checked Tengaar's weight five days ago. Either that person isn't Tengaar, or at least one of the two of you gained more than f-"

"It's Tengaar," Sonya cut him off. "Why are you taking measurements of women? Don't you know how sensitive we are about our body weight?"

"All in the name of science, general, all in the name of science. The elevator will work fine with all of you on it. I'm ashamed to say curiosity got the better of me. The only single person who gained more weight when she came back was Jeane."

Once aboard, the elevator doors closed with the mechanical wheeze of cogs and gears. Wires strained with the average load it carried up two floors, where the group of four exited into the hallway of stone walls and doors. They managed halfway toward the baths before confronted by the absolute last person they wanted to cross.

"Hey girls, heard anything interesting lately?" Onil asked.

"Not th-"

"Oh gosh, do I see what I think I see?" Onil's typical groan-worthy behavior of pretending to care persisted even as she delayed them, her question an empty call for an invitation to blab her latest gossip. "Why if it isn't Eileen. Aren't you adorable?"

"That's not very appropriate behavior..." Kasumi uncertainly trailed as she watched Onil completely ignore her. The gossip lady knelt before Eileen and tousled her messy mane of blonde hair like an ordinary pet.

"Yes you are, you're the sweetest looking thing I've ever seen. We had a little scare when you ran off, didn't we? Who's your owner? Lepant? Kasumi?" Onil's motor-mouth rambled on and on as she stood and spoke to Kasumi. "Have you thought of decorating her? Ribbons would look cute on her if you keep her well-groomed. I know people that can give you the best lotions and shampoos to give her skin a healthy glow and make her hair feel soft and silky smooth."

"ONIL!" Sonya shouted with force, an effort to make Onil cease long enough to dispell the convoluted gossip before it could spread throughout the castle.

She spoke unabated, "Keeping a grown woman as a pet is a mite strange, I have to say, but who am I to say what two people can and can't do? I certainly never thought I'd see a sophisticated woman like Eileen take to it. I guess it takes all kinds. Oh and who's this mystery guest?"

Sonya slapped Onil's hand when the gossipy woman went to raise the cover used to hide Tengaar's appearance. "None of your business."

"You can tell me, I can keep a secret."

"...."

"...."

"Onil, about Eileen, she-"

"Oh my, what ever am I thinking? I have to meet with a few of the other girls. Not Jeane, she's been sleeping for days don't you know. Had sex with men all week, doesn't even have the decency to wash herself." Onil again disrupted Kasumi, leaning down to Eileen and patting her head. "You be a good girl to Kasumi, you hear? No more running away. You don't want to become a lonely stray, do you? Stay where it's safe and your master can play fun games with you." She headed toward the elevator, giving a final farewell as the doors closed after her.

"...She's becoming a serious problem, and crazier to boot. Is she going senile?" Kasumi proposed.

"No matter how hard I try, I can't get her to be quiet long enough to correct her. I've petitioned Tir several times to have her removed from the castle, but outside all that terrible gossip, she brings a lot of vital intelligence. Sometimes I think the only way to get through to her would be a slap to the face. Damn my hesitation to strike a comrade-in-arms."

"We should hurry to the baths."

"Hiya ladies!" Sansuke cheerfully exclaimed. "The bath's hot and ready."

"Thank you Sansuke. Can you have someone tell Hix to wake Jeane and bring her and some clothes for Tengaar and Eileen down to the bath?"

"Absolutely!"

As they entered, Sonya closed the curtain for privacy. "We're at the baths, Tengaar."

The sheet she used to hide herself slid away. Crusted over, Tengaar slipped into the steaming water, its heat bringing out the ache in her body. After the past days' ordeal, she thought nothing of Sonya disrobing and saddling up behind her. The rough scrub pad hardly triggered her sense of touch at first, the layers of dry spunk dulling the pressure as Sonya rubbed the pad against her shoulder.

"You... too Eileen..." Kasumi grunted and hefted her in. Water splashed, smacking Sonya and Tengaar with a tiny wave. Kasumi's quick spin sent her clothes flying about the room, her perfect stance visible to her blinking allies for a split second before Kasumi, too, leapt into the waters.

"Can you hand me some shampoo, Sonya?" Kasumi asked, obliged by the general. Squeezing a dollop onto her hand, she rubbed circles into Eileen's luxurious long strands, her golden sheen escaping in the brilliant bright lighting of the room.

Chunks fell off Tengaar, the girl wincing when the pad hit raw flesh.

"Let me know if I'm getting too close, Tengaar," Sonya said.

"Damn them..." Tengaar snapped from her delirium as the layers left her, pulling away what she could. "How could you let them do this to me?!"

"We didn't know Kraze could be so cruel," Sonya said as she began scrubbing away at her hair. "Krin told Apple that the most he would make us do in public was disrobe, and that our forces would break through the gate before he could even think of raping anyone. Nobody expected such evil from him."

"I'll make them pay."

"I'll help. Hix will too." Sonya rubbed away the last of what remained in Tengaar's hair and gasped. "Wow."

"What? What is it?" Tengaar's voice pitched.

"Your hair, it's beautiful."

"Really?" she grabbed a hand mirror and raised it, marveling at what she saw. "It never looked THIS good before. What happened?"

"What do you think happened?"

The bath curtain swayed back to stillness after Jeane. Pale-faced shock ran through the four at her appearance. From toe to crown, the layers of dry cum astounded Kasumi with how far in excess they went beyond what she saw on Jeane nearly a week ago. Her blue eyes served as the single distinguishing feature to make her look more than the vague shape of a woman, the gap of her vagina obscured and her bosom stable in a firm shell. She held the clothes up into view.

"Tengaar's boy Hix got me and I knew I needed to step in when the clothes he picked out were all wrong," Jeane said. She presented the clothes as she said them. "Nothing fancy for Tengaar, I found a cute red one-piece for her. And for Eileen... ribbons!"

"Jeane!" all three said in protested alarm.

"I'm kidding, kidding! I ran into Onil and I couldn't resist. No, I brought a bikini for Eileen. Would you mind if I put the ribbons in Eileen's hair anyway?"

"For gods sakes Jeane, get in the bath!" Kasumi said.

"I can't do that, the water's too dirty. I'll need to go to the men's bath a-" she plunged face first into the bath from a sharp tug by Kasumi. She resurfaced with a gasp. "That wasn't very nice."

"Jeane, you look gross. Don't you hate it when people think badly of you?"

".... Heh. I guess I got carried away..." Jeane sheepishly laughed. "With Viki asleep, I knew I couldn't return to Toran and come back to the palace easy, so I stayed there to fight for a few days. After I came back, I passed out in my room for a couple more days until Hix woke me, and... oh hell. That doesn't sound believable at all, does it?"

"Nope," Kasumi said.

Jeane groaned. "Would you believe a rune did it to me?"

"Tell everyone your Charm Rune was damaged and they might believe it," Sonya advised.

Jeane sunk into the bath, "That was close. I'm never letting THIS happen again. Keep it a secret between us girls, okay?" Her hands couldn't work fast enough, ripping away the leavings of the many men she'd subdued through her rune. Her silver hair began to peek out, and she snatched the mirror from Tengaar to look. "Ah, there's my hair. I see it has more shine to it. Ever wonder how my hair color changed from pink to silver?"

"I never knew it WAS pink..." Tengaar said.

Abruptly taking control of the conversation, Sonya asked, "Jeane, can you remove Eileen's Fury Rune?"

"Sure thing. Why? Don't you think she makes an adorable pet?" Jeane's teasing laughter sounded like the soft tinkling of ice into a glass cup. "Sorry again. Yes, I can remove it, but there are a few things I want to do first."

Kasumi reluctantly accepted in nod, unaware of the spectacle she was about to unleash.

"Look what I have for you, Eileen!"

Kasumi sighed. "Okay, you can have your fun."

The tying of ribbons into Eileen's hair took a mere few seconds under Jeane's supervision. Admiring this image of the blonde woman, Jeane took her hand. "It's time to get out of the bath."

Water splattered along the floor as Eileen bounded out. Jeane gingerly took the steps, her exotic curves again on full display for any eyes that fell upon her. The runemistress stared into the eyes of the Fury Rune bound wife of Lepant, speaking at last after a brief pause.

"Roll over."

"Jeane!" Kasumi shouted at the runemistress.

Eileen obeyed, bare breasts spilling out to the sides and sagging against her chest as she rolled left. Soon enough, she was on all fours again, listening intently.

"Turn around." Jeane watched with intrigue and amusement as Eileen repeated what she said, the unusual rune making her turn around in a circle once and return to how she has been. "Kiss," this time, Jeane leaned down, smirking when she felt a peck on the lips. "Lie on your back." As Eileen's tag jingled, Jeane knelt down to her and rubbed a hand over her stomach vigorously.

"Jeane, stop this instant!" Sonya commanded.

"I'm testing the rune. It's a very strange Fury Rune. Normally, all it does is make the person attack enemies in a blind rage. I've never seen one used for sex or to make someone act like an ordinary house pet."

"I said that's enough."

"I was almost done anyway," Jeane said. With Eileen splayed out in front of her as she was, Jeane took the bikini and slipped the bottom through Eileen's legs, wedging under for it to fit snugly against her. "One last command. Beg."

Eileen squatted back against her heels, arms upraised to Jeane. The runemistress used this to set the bikini top onto her, adjusting Eileen's boobs to settle in the cups before tying it on. "Good girl. I'm going to remove the Fury Rune. Be nice." A faint light glowed from Eileen's hand, the mark fading from her skin as it fell to where Jeane could hold it. Eileen rose to her feet for the first time since she'd acquired the rune.

"Welcome back, Eileen. Do you remember anything?"

SMACK!

"OW!" Jeane held her throbbing red cheek from a distance, her hand passing over it as if running against the outer edges of heat emanating from an oven.

"Bitch," the word sounded unnatural coming from the oft reserved and gentle Eileen. She turned toward the bath. "Thank you for hunting for and washing me, Kasumi. The past several days have been dreadful. I feared I would be trapped living in the wild like a common beast for the rest of my life. I will find some manner of paying you back for your hospitality."

Kasumi smiled, "It's nothing, go see your husband. He's been worried sick about you."

"I will, good day."

"Wait, Eileen!" Kasumi called after her too late. "She could have dried herself off with a towel."

"She could have used the cloth we had to hide Tengaar on the way up here," Sonya added.

"She's still wearing the ribbons and collar..."

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"I heard Onil spreading some nasty rumors about you... are any of them true?" Sonya asked.

Camille scoffed, "You mean about me turning to prostitution? Ha! That old bat has a few screws loose. Earlier today, she told me Eileen became Kasumi's pet."

"I thought it would be odd of you to turn to prostitution."

"There's a good chance she saw me after our last big battle and got the wrong idea. At least we got something good out of it. How's your drink?"

"A little too much alcohol for my taste. Then again, I think I'll need it."

"Why ARE we watching Mina tonight?"

"She said she changed her dance routine because she was inspired by our last battle. I'm checking on everyone who participated, and I want to see how it inspired her."

"I'll give you two guesses."

It wasn't much of a shocker. As soon as she took to the stage, Mina began the inevitable strip-down.

Her bare feet guided her across the stage, her arms trailing behind her in her swan jumps. A pirouette gave her a chance to raise her leg and tease the crowd with the sight of her toned calf. More intrepid viewers could look past the long skirt of her blue dress to see the white panties she wore past them. Her hair breezed almost like a dreamy after-image akin to that of expert ninja. Turning her back to the crowd, her fingers grasped the ends of her yellow ribbon and tugged them in unison.

Whistles were her mid-dance applause as her dress fell to the wood stage. A deceptive kick of them teased eyes away from her precisely as she made her turn to face her audience. Though far from being of world-record size, Mina's bosom had the tender appeal of a swan of the dance, stretching with poise as she did. She sashed her hips with sexy allure as she moved to the stage-front and took the microphone, speaking with an uncommonly enchanting voice.

"Alright boys and girls, here's where the fun begins. If you can hit me here," she patted her ass, "before the song ends, you get to have the special encore. Don't fail me."

Sonya raised her brow when a tomato sailed through the air, splattering on the stage where Mina's feet once had been. "What is the purpose of this?"

"She said she wanted to turn tradition on its head," Camille said, an amused scoff evident under her breath.

"By letting herself be pelted by tomatoes?" Sonya stared dumbfounded at Mina as the dancer spun and leapt across the stage, tomatoes scattering everywhere. One would explode a few feet away from Mina, another would careen off the mark and hit a hapless audience member too close to the stage. Occasionally, one would burst against her chest or on her back, and rather than ruin her performance, Mina followed the motion into a new step. When one hit her breast from in front, she leaned back and spun with her hands as her legs scissored. When another exploded by hitting her squarely on her crotch, she brought her legs together. Tomato juice ran down her skin. The pulp slipped away from her shoulder and hung in her hair. About five minutes into her dance, the fated tomato hit its mark.

"We have a winner," Mina froze, her audience cheering as she stopped and presented the messy wet creation they'd made of her. "You get my special encore performance. Don't be shy, we're all adults here."

Sonya wrinkled her nose as Mina's performance took a more perverse tone. From the very start of this new dance, Mina showing off her soaked behind led to one man's spurt splattering onto her left butt cheek. The sight reminded her of the events during the final battle, Mina's body slithering about in sleek waves into each dance step as cum mingled with the tomato strewn about her.

"I think I've seen enough," Sonya rose from her seat, leaving Mina to her dance routine as they exited into the hall.

"Was it all you expected?" Camille asked.

"Why do women like to do that to themselves?"

"Beats me. I gotta go train some, are you coming?"

"No, I must check with the others," Sonya maintained.

"If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

She watched her red-haired ally take the stairs and thought briefly on the order she should take from here. Her decision made, she took the elevator up a floor and journeyed down the small hall to reach the room. Her eyes went wide as she saw the unexpected play out like a vivid dream.

"Th... th... the dog.... ch... umm..." Kimberley eeked out in strains, her brain a storm of thought as she did her best to comprehend the words.

"Chased," Templeton corrected.

Kimberley smiled, "Chased...the... ball?"

"That's right."

"YAY!" Kimberley cheered and hugged Templeton tight, her chest straining in her purple robe against his small body. "I did it! I finished a whole book!"

"Stop... you're hurting me..." Templeton gasped.

"Oops, sorry, I was just so excited," her vice hug loosened, letting him drop to the ground.

"Don't get too excited, tomorrow I'm going to bring a TWENTY page book."

"Thank you, my young tutor," Kimberley gave him a peck on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Sonya followed Templeton with her eyes as he passed her and left. Stepping into the room, she brought her attention back to Kimberley and froze, instinctively closing the door.

"What do you want, general?" Kimberley had by this point opened her robe and spread her legs wide as she could, fingers of one hand pistoning into her sex harder than a blacksmith's hammer to molten metal as she accompanied it with pinching one of her nipples into a deep purple.

"That's not suitable behavior for a guest, Kimberley..."

"General, I haven't frigged myself in two days, and I haven't had sex with a man for three days more than that. You can either deal with it, lick me, or leave."

"Why?" The tail end of Sonya's question transferred in the context, alerting Kimberley to what she meant.

"That commander had a great idea. Every time I finish a book, I get to frig myself. Once I can read this book," she raised into view the very same one issued by the library in Gregminster, "I'm going to woo a smart, sexy man and have sex with him."

"...." Sonya saw the glisten on Kimberley's sex and, deciding she'd had enough, opened the door a crack. "You look busy, I'm going to-"

"URGH! Nothing fits!!" a voice boomed from the adjacent wall.

"Check on Ronnie!" Sonya said. "She sounds like she's having trouble with her clothes."

Kimberley moaned, "Mmmm. Nice talking to you, general."

Shutting Kimberley's door behind her, Sonya heard a loud wail come from her room right as her hand touched on the knob to Ronnie Bell's. She turned it and pushed it forward.

"AH! What the hell are you doing in my room!" Ronnie shouted.

The sight was... a sight. And definitely not a problem with finding clothes that fit. Ronnie Bell was slumped against the front of a desk, legs splayed apart with the safe end of a spear embedded between the petals of her flower.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" Sonya stuttered.

"GET OU-" Ronnie paused her reflexive rage when her eyes took in the glass bottle she'd plucked from the desk to throw. She lowered her arm, hanging her head in silence.

"... Ronnie. Are you okay?" Dead silence... peculiar from one of the most vocal women of the army. Sonya chanced something dangerous. "Giant woman?" The lack of Ronnie's usual threats cued a problem lurking beneath the surface. Moving with caution, Sonya entered and shut the door behind her, kneeling and leaning against the wall opposite of Ronnie. "Is there something you want to talk about?"

Instead of answering, Ronnie ignored the encroaching general and yanked the spear from, replacing it with the thick end of the bottle. After sliding it in to the bottleneck, she pulled it out and smashed it into pieces on the floor. "This is hopeless! I'm never going to find the right one."

"Ronnie, what are you talking about?" she pretended not to notice the running theme.

"Size!" Ronnie shouted at Sonya. "Everyone always called me 'giant woman' and I threatened them not to repeat it, but five days ago those soldiers made fun of my..." she wouldn't say it, unwilling to breach that mental wall. "They never forced sex on me, they only made me look like the rest of you, but what they said continues to haunt me. What if I can't find someone that fits? What if no man has the right size? Will I be alone forever?"

"That's ludicrous," Sonya said, wishing she had a softer side. "Size doesn't matter."

"Yes it does! It's like a key and a keyhole. If he doesn't have a penis big enough to fit in this canal of a vagina that I have, I'm doomed."

"Ronnie. I'm going to ask something that might be a little... insulting. Promise not to get mad at me?"

"I promise."

"...Have you ever had sex?"

When Ronnie shook her head, Sonya knew with certainty what kind of dilemma faced her ally. "Sex isn't like a key into a keyhole. Size really doesn't matter. At least not THAT much."

"It doesn't?"

"No, and a man doesn't need to stretch you all the way. You see..."

~An hour later~

"Gee, thanks Sonya!"

"Glad I could be of help. Next time, talk with someone first... and lock your door. It might not be me who comes in when you have another outburst."

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Sonya read the sign pinned from wall to wall, barring her way to the roof with a length of rope. Over the course of the day, she'd traveled about the castle, talking with different women who took part in Apple's flawed tactic. After assessing each one, she had one more to see before returning to her room. One last person, waiting at the top of the stairs. She ducked under the rope and walked through the black cave, taking the steps and emerging onto the roof with high wood fences, nary a soul around except...

"Ahhhh" Milia moaned, lazing on the ground as her dragon roared. His seed coated her much like it had five days prior, orange-ish blonde hair coated in a veil of white. It oozed down her length into a pool, splitting like gloe as she sat up and stood. She tenderly licked the tip and unwittingly coerced a massive blast from his sack, clamping her eyes shut just in time to keep the harsh blast from splotching her vision. Undeterred, she stretched the rim of her lips wide as she could to take Thrash into her mouth. Successive bursts from him too immense strength to resist the knockback, grappling onto his scaly shaft with all her might.

Wrong as it felt, Sonya couldn't turn her gaze away from this strangely majestic event. The dragon's wings beat fiercely, his roar seeming to possess the animal wills of both partners. The strands spurting from the dragon turned into a small shower when Milia slumped down, cum cascading down from her head. Wiping it from her eyes, she looked into those of her dragon.

"No silly dragon names, you hear me Thrash? If I have to be the one to go through labor and birth a dragon egg, I'm choosing the name. If it's a girl, we're naming her Sharon, and if it's a boy-"

She paused when she sensed the second presence. Turning, she saw her.

"Eep!" she yelped, Thrash hiding her nudity with a wing. "I didn't peg you for a disgusting pervert. Didn't your ead the sign?"

"S-sorry Milia! I didn't mean to intrude. I thought the most I'd find was you and Thrash speaking to each other. I didn't think"

"No, you DIDN'T think, did you? Do you want me barging in when you're with some guy?"

"It's the roof, and"

"Where did you think I should go to be intimate with Thrash? It's not like he can fit in my room."

Sonya's mixed feelings simmered, the marvel of seeing the pair of Thrash and Milia consummating their relationship traded off for how lowly she felt for invading their privacy. "Milia, I came up here to see how you were doing after our last big battle."

"Thrash and I are doing very well, as you can see," she spat with indignation. "If you're done, would you mind leaving? Before one of us MAKES you leave?"

"Sure..." Sonya said. She trudged down the stairs, when the unmistakable sound of Thrash's ice breath caught her attention. Peering back, she saw a wall of ice build over the opening, followed by Milia's heated moans.

She followed the path of stairs and elevator back to her room, closing her door and slumping against it.

"Rough day, Sonya?"

The general set her eyes to the vision of loveliness ready and waiting for her: Cleo. She unlatched armor, unclasped her cape, and otherwise pulled off or shimmied out of her undergarments, creeping on her bed beside her nude partner. "Mmm... very. You wouldn't believe some of what I saw today."

"I can make you forget all about it," Cleo held Sonya in tight, her bosom mashing against Sonya's as her knee dug into the general's quim. As a tease, she grated her knee against it, Sonya's warm pants becoming an ambrosiac elixir of sensations. She knew what was to come when Sonya pulled back from their embrace, the general's lips inching nearer to her own...

"How dare you try to kiss me with that mouth," Cleo flirtatiously reprimanded and held a finger up between them. "You and I both know there's only one place THAT mouth can go."

Sonya smiled, "I forgot, there's only one person who gets to kiss you on the lips. Could you give me a little help getting mine where it belongs?"

Once Cleo raised herself, Sonya dove between her legs and laid face-up. As her ally descended, she spread Cleo's cheeks and worked with her to align mouth to its one destined hole.

"Mmm... that feels good. Keep going," Cleo said as she felt Sonya's tongue. She rubbed her hands over her own slim but firm breasts, delving into the soothing cleanness of Sonya's tongue-lashings. Her fingers gently rubbed through the blonde hairs on Sonya's wet and waiting mound, circling around toward the center. "I was astonished the first time you came to me asking if you could do this again, Sonya. It felt amazing, but I never thought a general of your high standing would lower herself to licking the ass of a simple servant."

Sonya pushed Cleo up a little to get in a few words. "There's nothing simple about YOUR ass, Cleo. Your soft, toned cheeks feel so smooth against my face, and I can fit the gap so comfortably. I can't even begin to describe my other reasons. I could lie here all day."

"Want to give it a shot?" Cleo coyly proposed. She shifted her weight on her writhing partner, Sonya's juices soaking into the mattress. Lying back, she put her hands behind her head and savored every lick.


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Author's Note: If anyone cares about stories for games that get little attention (e.g. earlier Suikoden, Folklore, etc), please let me know. This lets me know that there is a reason to write and disseminate such stories. I currently feel like I'm wasting part of my life writing stories nobody cares about, especially when it comes to Folklore, God Hand and this. Please take the time to review or at least vote on these stories so I know that what I do matters. It doesn't matter if you love it, hate it or have no special feelings; a view only tells me someone clicked the link. Until I feel like what I write has any worth, I won't have the drive to write new stories or write continuations like this or 'Folklore - Fuckrealm'. It should be possible to anonymously review if you need to; my E-mail is in my profile if you need that.