Suikoden V - Alpha Prince

Valeria took a sip of her kanakan wine carefully ignoring Anita slur her way through an account of her one victorious duel. She could point out the extenuating circumstances involved with that fight but at this point in the short blond haired woman’s drunkenness that would assuredly cause her to challenge Valeria right here in the tavern. Besides, she could afford to be gracious as she had defeated Anita a total of ten times before after all.

Her eyes roamed across the tavern crowded as it typically was this time of night. Every manner of person could be found here from warriors, laborers, farmers, fisherman, and shopkeepers all here to either drown their sorrows, sooth their aching bodies, or generally be merry. The ladder seeming to be the theme for tonight she thought, as she watched an inebriated Viktor bellow out a horrendous song as he enfolded two giggling serving girls in his massive arms. In his fists he clutched two mugs of beer that he was getting all over the girls as he did some kind of jig, not that they seemed to mind.

Karen had somehow been convinced to dance upon the bar and now did so much to the delight of the half a dozen men hooting and hollering on the stools beneath her and to the chagrin of Leona behind the bar who looked livid as she smoked her long delicate cigarette.

She watched Oulan enter the tavern her arm wrapped around a silver haired young-

Her thoughts skittered to a halting stop as she recognized him.

“Bloody Runes! It can’t be.” She swore.

The uncharacteristic swearing got her table’s other occupants’ attention.

Anita, draped casually across an equally inebriated Rikimaru, asked, “Oooh! What’s got the great general’s panties all twisted?”

Amada sitting next to her guffawed at her words.

Valeria looked at them and wondered if she should even bother but the excitement she was feeling was too strong and she just had to share this with someone.

“That..that boy over there at the bar with Oulan…I mean it can’t be him…really, he’s too young…but seriously, he looks just like Faroush Falenas!”

The three looked at her blankly.

Valeria couldn’t believe they didn’t know who he was. “Faroush Falenas. Prince of Falena. Fa-le-na. You know the great big country on the Southern Continent.”

Amada laughed, “Hah! This prince must be a girly-man then! Whole country full of wimpy men crying to their mommies!”

Valeria flushed with anger and slightly inebriated herself blurted out, “No he’s not! His cock’s bigger than yours!”

Amada stared at her for a moment seeming shocked at the usually so proper woman’s language, then he burst out laughing slapping his meaty palm upon the hard wood of the table.

Anita leaned in, very interested in this new development, as Rikimaru chuckled as well, “Really? How do you know, Val? Did you see it?”

Oh she should really just shut up but the alcohol was doing its job and Valeria found herself spilling her guts, “Yes…I mean no…Oh Bloody Runes…When I was a girl, he visited Gregminister. He um…had quite an effect on the female population…I mean he’s charming and handsome yes…but um, well the rumors are that several high born powerful women ended up…spreading their legs for him.”

She had their full attention now.

Anita wiggled on Amada’s lap (she’d switched seats again as she’d done all evening). “Ooooh….I wouldn’t mind spreading my legs some…”

Valeria rolled her eyes at the lush’s comment, “Anyway, I didn’t actually see it really but…um…some paintings surfaced.”

Rikimaru blinked at her through the glass bottom of his mug, “Paintings?” His voice was muffled but she understood.

“Vincent De Boule was another of the Prince’s admirers and he somehow managed to get his hands on several paintings of the Prince. He actually had a public exhibit of it. There was some controversy now that I think about it. The Falanen embassy demanded them returned as they were priceless royal family artifacts that had been stolen. De Boule, however, insisted he’d commissioned them from Ivanov himself.”

“Boring!” wailed Anita now draped across both Amada and Rikimaru as she threw back another entire glass of kanakan wine. “Cock! I want to hear about cooooaaaack!”

This proclamation garnered the drunken woman several odd looks as well as appreciative hoots from those at nearby tables as Valeria continued, “Alright, calm down. I saw the exhibit…and the paintings were of him nude and um his cock was huge!”

The blond stared at the red head blearily, “How huge?”

Valeria held her hands a foot apart.

Anita didn’t seem as surprised as she should while Rikimaru and Amada just laughed some more.
Amada stabbed a finger at the sliver haired boy at the bar, “Bullshit, girl. No cock like that’s gonna grow on a little stick of thing like that. Paintings! Hah! Just like them girly Falenan men to paint things like that to make them feel better about themselves. Bet one of those there pictures had him hugging his mommy…”

Valeria stared at him…several of those paintings had actually included the equally naked Arshtat doing things to her son which had been another source of controversy in Scarlet Moon.

Anita’s empty glass shot into the air, “I believe her! Lord Riou’s got one just as big!”

Valeria glared at the idiot, “What are you talking about? You’ve never seen the-“

“Yes I have too!” responded Anita vigorously. “Why do you think I joined? Bar in Banner was just as good as this one! Boy was obsessed, I tell you. Kept saying how be-yootifull I am…and how I was such a great swordmistress…He even mentioned how he knew I’d defeated the oh so great and ugly Valeria….anyway I was like-“ Anita began poking the air and talking to an imaginary person, “Boy! You gotta put up or shut up…Now come here…I gotta room…and that’s when I…” She stared off into space for a moment.

Then she continued but on a completely different tangent, “Hah! One way to find out boys!”

She then managed to crawl off Amada and Rikimaru and then stagger off into the crowd towards the bar. The two big men looked crestfallen but soon began trying to impress Valeria. She knew she was drunk when she actually began contemplating going home with one of them.

Faroush had spent a very enjoyable day with Oulan.

He had a few more matches with Nanami and he’d even beat her the third time finally getting used to the differences between the ‘flower rods’ and his tri-nunchaku. Then Oulan had challenged the girl hand to hand. Faroush had known the outcome of that immediately. Nanami was skilled but Oulan was even more skilled and quite frankly ridiculously strong.

Faroush had known she was going to be strong when he fought her but he had had no idea. She’d mopped the floor with him easily and he was pretty sure she’d been holding back. He got the feeling she could bend him into pretzel with ease. It hadn’t bothered him all that much. He was used to being around strong women having grown up with them, though none were anywhere near as physically strong as Oulan. Besides once she’d completely trounced him they’d gotten to more enjoyable pursuits. Of course that’s when Nanami arrived.
Fighting Oulan, Nanami found herself in much the same situation. Oulan enjoyed toying with her and Faroush watched in awe as she bent the pretty girl through several very erotic seeming positions all the while making it seem like they were simply fighting. As much as Nanami struggled, it did her no good. Nanami had finally given up as Oulan lay on top of her, the bigger woman’s face pressed to her crotch and her own head squeezed between Oulan’s powerful thighs.

They’d left the dojo then after Nanami gave Faroush her old weapon after finding out he’d lost his. Oulan’s little display with Nanami had turned them both on so much that they found an out of the way place for a good fuck. After that, Oulan had taken him rope climbing off the cliff on the back of the castle. That had been an experience as the cliff seemed to be almost a thousand feet tall and it looked out over a huge brilliant blue lake, not unlike his own castle. And again Oulan’s freakish strength was displayed as she ascended rapidly past him using only her arms.

They’d worked up quite an appetite from all the physical exertion and they went to Hai Yo’s Restaurant. However, upon arriving Faroush found himself dragooned into some time kind of cooking competition. He wasn’t really sure what was going on in the whirl of people but he’d ended up on a long table apparently supposed to judge the food. It was something called pizza and Faroush couldn’t get enough giving it the highest score possible before joining Oulan at a table in another part of the restaurant.

He had asked her about the conflict this castle was involved in.

Oulan told him she wasn’t quite interested in politics but gave him the gist of the conflict between Highland and the City States. She told him about the lack of strong leaders on the Jowston side and how the few they’d had were assassinated. The various cities squabbled and didn’t come to each other’s aid and how city after city had fallen. That is until Lord Riou arrived. The people of Jowston were fed up with losing and they rallied around the son of the Hero Genkaku bearer of the Bright Shield Rune.

He’d asked her more about this Lord Riou when a stocky scarred fellow suddenly appeared next to their table apparently having overheard.

“Lord Riou is a great man! I wouldn’t be standing here today if it wasn’t for him!”

Faroush asked, “He saved your life?”

“More than saved my life! He brought me back to life! I was dead… One of them damned Highlanders fucking ran me through with his spear. I was out…ask any of my comrades…I bled out as the battle raged. My friend Mo stood over my body later when Lord Riou raised his hand and his rune healed and brought back to life all those around him. I was lucky enough to be close enough. There was nothingness and then there I was again good as new!”

“I tell you there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for Lord Riou!”

After much more praising of Lord Riou the fellow eventually moved off.

Faroush was amazed at the apparent power of Lord Riou’s rune. He remembered how hard it had been to heal Lyon and Faylen and how he’d nearly died with Faylen. To heal and bring back to life hundreds of people….it was unimaginable to him.

After eating they’d continued touring the castle.

As good a time as he was having, there was a nagging feeling in his mind. Somewhere out there was Lyon and he had no idea what condition she was in while he was enjoying himself here. And thinking about Lyon highlighted the feelings he was having for Oulan…feelings that mirrored the way he felt about Lyon. Not that he couldn’t love two people but it seemed wrong to have such strong feelings so quickly.

Throughout the day he’d told Oulan exactly how he’d gotten here. Her first reaction had been, “Oh…ho…..handsome, strong, perfect lover, gigantic cock…plus rich and royalty! Damn me…”

Later she’d looked at him confused, “Wait….Viki’s been serving you at your castle for the last eight months?”

“Yea….I meant to ask you more about that earlier when you called her Lord Riou’s sorceress?” he asked.

“Huh…I haven’t been here long but she’s definitely been around here the last couple of months…” replied Oulan.

In an attempt to solve the mystery they’d stopped by Oulan’s room and found Viki still sleeping and softly murmuring to herself. She’d still resisted their attempts to wake her and after another round of intense love making Oulan decided they should head to the central chamber of the castle.

There they found her mirror.

Running his hand along it he remarked, “Huh….this is exactly like the one in my castle…”

“Mysterious…” replied Oulan.

“Yea…mysterious, that’s one of her defining features.” Said Faroush.

Eventually the sun had set and she’d taken him to the castle’s tavern which seemed to be a raucous party.

They forced their way through the hot crowd up to the bar and ordered some drinks enjoying the multitude of beautiful females present. They paid particular attention to the dancer on the bar wearing a pink Armes concubine outfit. As he appreciated the way her hip swayed seductively and the rolling enticing motion of her smooth stomach, he wondered if she was from Armes as that certainly was reminiscent of the way Sharmista and Nifsara danced.

Oulan ordered them some drinks and they relaxed enjoying the festive atmosphere and the pleasure of each others company. He was deep into describing some of the beautiful women back at his castle when a very drunk blond woman suddenly thrust herself between them.

Leaning over him and poking his chest, she said, “I heard you gotta big one! Do y-” She hiccupped and looked down between them. In an instant she collapsed onto her knees as she stared at his thick erection pressing against the material of his pants running over halfway down his thigh. Seconds later her hand were running up and down it as she pressed her mouth to the fat head through his pants.

Oulan laughed, “Ha…and you didn’t like those pants!”
He smiled, “I liked them fine.” He tried to get the woman’s attention but she seemed totally focused on his cock, “You wouldn’t happen to know this fine lady’s name would you?”

As Oulan answered she slid off the stool and squatted behind the blonde her hands slipping beneath her skirt, “Yep! She’s Anita. A great lay. She’ll fuck just about anyone and anything when she gets a bit of alcohol into her. Annoying thing is she tends to be all uppity when’s she’s sober, totally denying everything.” As she pulled down Anita’s panties she couldn’t resist and slipped two fingers in her sopping warm pussy.

Faroush called the woman’s name but she still didn’t respond as she began moistening his pants with her tongue. Oulan had to lean down enjoyably pressing her big boobs into Anita’s back to slide her green silk panties past her knees and finally off. Standing up once more she sniffed and licked at the crotch of the panties before carefully smoothing them out upon the bar.

He had given up finally and now just relaxed enjoying the sensation, looking at Oulan’s prize he asked, “Another for your collection?”

“Yes, she managed to escape my lair with out leaving her donation, the naughty girl…”

Leona set down a full mug for Oulan and raising one eyebrow at the pair of panties on her bar. The red head laid a hand upon Leona’s and said, “I’d love a donation from you, beautiful. I bet you’ve got a lovely pair over that pretty pussy of yours.”

The brunette just slipped her hand out from under Oulan’s and shook one finger at her, “Ah ah ah…” She was used to being hit on by the inebriated denizens of the bar though it was a little strange coming from a woman. Oulan frequently was at the tavern looking for companionship and Leona’s most vivid memory was the time she’d kicked her, Meg, and Millie out. She’d been fingering the girls right there at the table!

Looking around the tavern now she realized if things got out of hand now she wouldn’t be able to do much about it. Seeming to emphasize her point, at that moment Viktor tossed off his shirt revealing his impressively muscular torso and Leona felt a familiar shiver of desire. Managing to tear her eyes away from him before her brain turned to mush, she caught sight of one of Karen’s admirer’s slipping a potch into the waistband of the girl’s billowy pants. She gracefully moved her leg over her collection tin as the coin raced down her pants and hit with a loud clang.

Leona sighed and moved to fill another person’s drink.

Watching the Prince and his little lap dog, Oulan said, “You want to quit teasing her, Faroush and whip Mr. Dragon out?”

He looked at her surprised, “Should I? I thought you said these prudes don’t take kindly to sex in public?”
“They don’t. But this place is so far gone no one is going to care. Runes! Victor’s got his shirt off already, I give it another five minutes and the pants are following…”

Faroush thought about it but the point became moot when Anita suddenly fell backwards unconscious, a line of drool escaping her mouth.

Oulan laughed as she squatted down and picked up Anita, leaning her over the bar. “Well…she’s a good lay except for her tendency to pass out…”

He grinned, “She’s not the only one…”

Signaling Leona, she growled at him, “Yea uh huh…see if any of these other girls can stay awake after 15 consecutive orgasms you bastard….”

He just smirked as the bartender arrived and sighed, “Anita…of course…” Turning she shouted, “Kinnison!”

The tavern’s front door opened and someone entered. Eventually the person made their way through the crush of people and turned out to be a young man with tousled brown hair and a white wolf at his feet.

Seeing Anita he smiled, “Won’t even need Shiro’s nose! I remember where her room is.”

Leona replied, “Thanks, Kinnison.”

He gathered Anita up and hefted her over his shoulder. With Shiro nipping at heels, he managed to escape the bar.

Responding to Faroush’s questioning look, Leona said, “Shiro’s sense of smell allows me to get some of these drunks back to their rooms before I have a whole pile of them in the morning.”

“I see.” He replied taking another drink as Leona continued her way down the bar.

“Hey, look over there.” Said Oulan nodding towards where Rina sat at a table with a couple of craftsman by their clothes. She was laying out some cards on the table as she spoke to them.

“Aha…Rina…You-”

He was interrupted by a familiar high pitched voice.

“You two are going to get it, now! Swift retribution is at hand. My knight is here!” said Nina her hand grasping that of a tall man decked out in blue, the two most prominent pieces of clothing being a bandanna and a cape. He looked distinctly uncomfortable as if he’d rather be any place else.
“Um…” He lifted his arm seeming to try and shake Nina’s grip off but her grasp was unrelenting.

Oulan leapt on to his hesitation with glee. Turning she stuck out her full butt and flipped her skirt out of the way. Looking back over her shoulder, she playfully said, “Ooooh…I was bad….I guess I need to be spanked. What do you think, Faroush?”

He nodded grinning.

Flik’s face reddened. The one time he gives in to the insane girl in hopes of getting just a little peace and quiet and this happens.

“Flik! You finally decided to join the party?! And with the little woman in tow? Good for you!” shouted a shirtless Viktor exuberantly as he forced his way over.

Nina yelped as Flik’s lightning rune sent a shock into her hand and he quickly escaped into the crowd.

The blonde school girl was crestfallen as Oulan started to grin evilly.

Nina turns to flee but the red head’s hand snakes out like lightning capturing her wrist once again. In a flash, she found herself over Oulan’s lap, her panties around her thighs.

“Help! Hey you people! Help me!” she shouted but those that were close enough to hear over the noise of the crowd just laughed and cheered in their drunkenness.

“Alright, Nina….you’ve been a bad girl once again…” said Oulan.

Nina squeezed her eyes shut her butt wiggling as she steeled herself for the coming blow.

“Wait. Put her down, Oulan.” Said the Prince his voice full of reprimand.

She sent him a shocked look but she let the girl go.

Faroush took Nina’s hands in his, “I’m sorry. You were right. It was rude of us to kiss in the hall like that. And Oulan shouldn’t have spanked you. I hope you can forgive us.”

Nina drew herself up her head held high, “I can…just see that it doesn’t happen again.”
After a moment she smiled at him then started off only to land on her face her pretty behind waving in the air. One drunken reveler couldn’t resist and gave her a smack. In a flash she was up, pulling her panties up and yelling at the drunk with fury.

Turning back to Oulan he found her smiling at him and he was suddenly roughly grabbed and drawn in for a lusty kiss.

Releasing him after several minutes he tried to catch his breath as she laughed, “Hahah…perfect, I didn’t even have to warn you and yet you didn’t miss a beat.”

He grinned and nodded. Quite frankly the idea had only occurred to him right as Oulan began spanking Nina and it hadn’t occurred to him that she had done so for the very purpose of setting up the groundwork for an eventual plucking of the pretty if annoying young girl.

Taking another gulp of her beer, she asked, “Still…that one’s going to take time. I don’t suppose that means you’re going to be staying longer?”

He was about to respond when a blonde young man in green slipped between him and Oulan.

She rolled her eyes as Sheena said, “Was your father a thief? Cause someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes.”

She laughed, “No, he was a cobbler and you really need to work on your technique, Sheena.”

He leaned in taking a long look at her cleavage as she did, “Oh but I don’t as the hopelessly bad line got you to laugh. Such a musical sound is well worth my time. Can I buy you a drink?”

Stepping around him she pressed herself up against Faroush wrapping her arms around his chest, “You can definitely buy me a drink but I’m spoken for this night and if I had my way every night for the foreseeable future.” She placed a kiss on his cheek.

Sheena muttered, “Lucky chit….” He stumbled off into the crowd.

As the night wore on the party got wilder and the participants drunker. Even Leona started drinking against her better judgement as Viktor’s bulging muscles glistening with sweat kept insisting she take shots with him.

Faroush didn’t escape the joyful mercenary’s clutches either. He suddenly found a massively built arm wrapping around him, “Hahah! Faroush, glad to see you here! Leona! Get this guy another drink he deserves it after his impressive showing this afternoon. Eats like a true champ!”

Viktor had been the judge sitting next to him at the competition and despite his words he had eaten five times as much as Faroush had managed. Taking a shot with Viktor he soon found himself torn from Oulan’s grasp and drawn into a song. He had no idea of the words so he just sang random things and was drowned out by Viktor’s bellowing anyway. Eventually three of Viktor’s mercenaries joined in and Faroush managed to slip back to Oulan at the bar.

She straddled his lap and they spent an enjoyable few minutes making out. Feeling Faroush’s hands playing upon her breasts, she reached back and undid her top.

Mmmm….breasts…he thought as he buried his face in them capturing one fat nipple between his lips. He was feeling awfully good and not just from sucking on a beautiful sexy woman’s tits. He was definitely buzzed…

After a while, they sat back and relaxed as they gazed around the very entertaining crowd in the bar. Oulan didn’t seem bothered that her full bosom was on display and Faroush certainly wasn’t troubled. Leona sent a baleful gaze their way but she didn’t do anything about it.

The beautiful dancer, her long dark hair whirling, was suddenly on the bar right in front of them. Faroush wasn’t sure how much time had passed but it definitely seemed like she’d been up there a long time but she certainly didn’t show any signs of slowing down. With her this close both him and Oulan turned away from the rest of the party to watch her seductive movements, her eyes flashing as a pink cloth covered the bottom of her face.

After a moment Oulan leaned over and whispered into his ear.

He smirked, “Dare me?”

“You know I do…”

“Alright.” He said simply as he climbed up on to the bar slipping past the dancer as several women who’d been appreciating his beauty throughout the night cheered, Oulan the loudest of course.

Karen didn’t stop dancing as she called out to be heard over the noise, “If you want to share the stage with me, you’d better be able to keep up…”

He just grinned and with a flourish he began mimicking her movements which considering she was belly dancing was quite the image. Oulan shouted with glee as he gyrated his hips in a very good approximation of Karen. The dancer took notice and her dance became more complicated.

More and more of the crowd took notice as the Prince managed to follow Karen through a series of more complex and acrobatic movements and they shouted and cheered. Eventually, Karen was through with her test as she gyrated her way over to him and began grinding her hips into his crotch. He was even better than Lord Riou…

Leona had watched her bar be completely taken over with ever growing frustration. As she moved back and forth catching glasses that were knocked over, she fumed. It was a bar not a dance floor!

With a wink to Oulan, Faroush ran his hands up the girl’s stomach and then back around her sides. He deftly unhooked the pink brassiere and tossed into the crowd causing a wave of cheering, Victor in particular pumped his meaty fist in the air praising the Prince as Karen’s small pert breasts were uncovered, jiggling delightfully with her movements.

This didn’t seem to bother the dancer as she suddenly went spinning down the length of the bar and then back, somehow managing to maintain a straight line. Something Faroush knew he couldn’t accomplish at this point. He caught her in his arms and followed her momentum leaning her down low and planting a kiss on her lips which she returned gamely.

Breaking his hold on her she danced around behind him, peeking out his sides and fluttering her lashes as her hands played with the hem of his tight shirt. The women in the crowd cheered at this and Oulan noticed voluptuous Lo Wen doing so enthusiastically from her table much to the chagrin of Gijimu next to her.

Mmm…there was another female she’d pursued but unfortunately suffered from a case of only appreciating the cock. Which of course was why she was going ga ga for Faroush, up on that bar no one could have missed that lump in his pants. Oulan mentally patted herself on the back for that one.

And then Faroush’s shirt came off revealing his tightly corded torso and Karen ran her hands along him as she danced.

When the silver haired boy relieved Karen of her harem pants, leaving her only a pair of glittering pink panties, Leona knew it was time to put a stop to this before things truly got out of hand if it wasn’t too late already. As she strode down the bar towards them with fury in her eyes, Oulan noticed and intervened.

There was a blurr of movement and a large pair of naked breasts and Leona stopped, Oulan having jumped over the bar in front of her.

“Um….Hi, Oulan…I’d appreciate if you’d um stay on the other side of the bar.”

The buxom red head placed one finger on her chin and looked at the ceiling, “Hmm…I’ll take that under advisement.”

Leona sighed and took a long drag of her cigarette. She didn’t have time for this. “Fine…help yourself.” She tried to move around Oulan to get to the dancers…oh True Earth…the boy’s pants were coming off. Well Karen was trying…looked like his pants were glued on or something.

Unfortunately, as soon as she took a step she ran into a massive pair of breasts.

“Oulan!”

Oulan ran a hand down the front of Leona’s red silken dress, “You know you really need to relax, Leona. I’d love to help you.”

“No, Oulan. I don’t have time for this!” she yelled as she smacked the woman’s hand off. Damn it! The boy wasn’t wearing any underwear! And Holy runes…that’s a big…


****Sorry, not a full chapter...blame Bingo, that's right....Bingo and the Evil Empire...expect the rest this weeked...