Suikoden V - Alpha Prince

Oulan took advantage of Leona’s momentary surprise at Mr. Dragon’s size to step in very close, slipping her hands around the black haired woman’s waist to take possession of her full rear.

Leona let out a strangled, “Hey! Oulan! Stop thi-mmmmph” The red head silenced her by pressing her voluptuous lips to hers, forcefully thrusting her tongue into Leona’s mouth. A warm sensation began to well in her stomach and the area between her legs began to tingle with a not unpleasant sensation. Despite her inebriation and how good Oulan’s kiss made her feel, the bartender gathered her wits and roughly pushed away from Oulan.

Or tried to anyway, while she broke the kiss, the martial artist’s grip on her ass was unrelenting and their hips remained locked together. Struggling, Leona pressed her hands up the red head’s torso trying to shove herself away as Oulan watched her with a smile.
In her frantic attempts to escape her hands moved up and before she knew it she found her palms pressing against soft yielding flesh. She jerked her hands off of Oulan’s breasts but her sluggish inebriated mind remained fixated on them. They were so big and beautiful…bigger than her own….and there was no sag whatsoever as the perfectly round orbs seemed to defy gravity jutting off Oulan’s muscular torso amazingly.

“Mmmmm…that felt nice, Leona.”, commented Oulan breaking Leona’s fascination with her breasts.

“Oulan. Stop. I’m not…a lesbian…” said Leona continuing to struggle.

“Neither am I….just relax I’m going to make you feel good.”

“Noo..” said Leona as Oulan gently forced her over the bar. Despite her anger her body was starting to give in and she brought her hips up suggestively in the air. The red head leaned one arm on her back holding her down as the other hand stroked her ass. She felt Oulan lift her dress up around her waist.

“No panties!” exclaimed Oulan

Leona couldn’t believe this was happening…the drunken crowd was oblivious to her situation and as much as she’d like to call out for help all that would do is draw attention to herself and with the way these sods were acting all she’d probably get was a cock thrust in her mouth for her troubles.

“Such a full meaty ass, Leona…you shouldn’t hide it behind this bar…”

Leona jerked as Oulan slapped her ass and she flushed with embarrassment. The redhead switched tactics and her hand gently explored the bartender’s rear. She kicked apart Leona’s legs and smiled as her petals became visible, she gently played her fingers on the outside of her pussy teasingly. Her body was responding with ever increasing movement from her hips and torso, as she tried to squirm from her grasp. On one hand, she was totally stunned by the situation, but on the other hand, she could not help but feel totally aroused by Oulan’s touch.

As the night wore on Valeria kept drinking and she was really starting to think Anita had the right idea. She was now sandwiched between the two big men as they’d seen how lonely she was on this bench by herself. Mmmmm…..and they were big men, she thought as she ran a hand along Rikimaru’s massively broad chest…his pecks were rock hard and so imposing. And running her hand down she could feel the ridges of his abdomen…

And Amada….he wasn’t so dramatically huge as Rikimaru but his muscles seemed to bulge with even more vitality if that was possible. She spent equal time feeling up his firm body as well.

She was along way into believing Amada. There was no way that little shrimp of a boy could be sporting such a member. The very idea was laughable! The Prince’s waist was about at thick around as one of Rikimaru’s thighs!

Rikimaru and Amada had quickly found out that the oh so proper general was just as big a slut as Anita once you got enough alcohol into her. The secret was exactly the one that made the already simple process of spreading Anita’s thighs even easier. Amada demonstrated…

Valeria jumped a little as Amada’s big hand palmed her breast through her red dress, sluggishly she tried to remove it but then he said, “Oh nice! Your tits are much nicer than Anita’s.”

The swordswoman’s hand froze and instead of pushing it off she started encouraging it to feel her bosom. “Really?” she smiled.

“Oh yea!” remarked Rikimaru’s deep voice as his massive hand joined Amada’s capturing her breast between his thumb and two fingers, “Bigger and much firmer too”
That was a lie well at least the bigger part…Anita had a surprisingly hefty rack underneath her armor but Valeria didn’t need to know that. Besides her apples sized titties were amazingly firm. Now if only they could get her out of that dress…

They spent much of the evening like this…very touchy feely as they bragged. Valeria wasn’t all that interested in Amada’s boating stories but his firm grasp on her thigh captured her attention very effectively. Rikimaru was a little better as he was a fellow sword user. Of course, sober Valeria would have laughed at even calling him that as he relied on pretty much strength and the size of his giant blade alone. In a fight she’d have him carved up a thousand different ways before he’d even managed to lift his sword. However, all drunken Val could think about was whether the weapon between his legs was as big.

She was just about to investigate that very mystery when across the room she caught sight of her Faroush look a like climbing up on top of the bar. Amada noticed too and she nodded and laughed out loud at his twig comment. But she quickly fell silent as she watched him dance on the bar following the movements of Karen. It should have been comical but Valeria found herself staring her mouth slightly open.

Amada and Rikimaru were somewhat dismayed with her sudden lack of attention but they took advantage of it becoming even more blatant in their fondling as Valeria didn’t even seem to notice. Their attention was caught when Faroush started stripping Karen of her clothing and he earned some respect in Amada’s book.

As the Prince’s shirt came off Valeria swooned. He may be slender but he was cut in all the right ways….the litheness of his frame was appealing to her, especially the way he moved. If either of these two oafs tried to dance they’d just look ridiculous. But Faroush was sexy…. Oh fuck….

And then his pants went down. Amada having taken a big gulp of beer suddenly spat it out. By this point Valeria wasn’t so much as thinking but reacting and her reaction to the painting in the flesh every bit as big as she remembered it, was to stand and stagger her way through the crowd much as her rival did before her.

Rikimaru and Amada were too trashed themselves to manage anything so proactive as to go after her. Instead they just sat back and watched Karen still dancing around now completely nude except for the little cloth still covering her face.

Faroush had acquired his own group of admirers pressing themselves up against the bar as they reached out to him. He teased them dancing just out of reach which was saying something when you had a big piece of meat sticking out way in front of you. As Valeria approached she recognized some of the women, Hilda, Millie, Lo Wen, and Emilia.

To say that she was surprised to see some of them in this position was an understatement but they were all obviously as drunk as she was. Calm quiet Hilda had lost her dress at some point and now wore only her short chemise clinging tightly to her skin glistening with sweat from the heat. She now sat at the bar, not hooting and hollering or reaching for him like the other women, no she simply stared at him in wonder as she pinched her erect nipples through the thin material of her slip.

The stacked brunette Lo Wen leaned over the bar and more than made up for Hilda’s passiveness as she gyrated, shouting and cheering for Faroush as that gigantic cock of his bounced and whirled as he shook his hips. The bandit queen’s purple robes had fallen down around her waist displaying her slim shoulders and her expansive breast flesh gathered just below her fine collarbones and then catapulting outward spectacularly. A truly amazing amount of cleavage was apparent as the white bandages crisscrossing her stomach and torso only covered the bottom halves of her big jugs, even now one cherry red nipple was making a break for the freedom of open air.

Seeming to be in competition with Lo Wen for sheer exuberance was Millie wearing that cute little blue dress of hers though she’d lost her white hat. She bounced with glee as Faroush danced before stopping and shaking her hips back and forth, her hands behind her grasping the cheeks of her cute little but under her dress. “Oh oh oh oh so big!” she cried.

The blonde librarian sat perched on her chair wearing only bra and panties as she went crazy along with the half dozen other women in the area. Drunk, Emilia painted quite the different picture and her glasses were no where to be found.

Valeria forced her way through the crazed crowd of women to reach the bar between Lo Wen and Millie. She stared up at the slender boy his amazing cock swinging… so incredibly huge, so much longer and thicker than she thought any man could be! Though its size terrified her, she wanted grab it and wrap her lips around his giant cock-head. Her inhibitions and ability to reason were drowned in alcohol much as the rest of these ladies however her reflexes remained and as Faroush leaned out teasing the women once more her arm whipped out and her hand closed around the firm mass of his shaft before he could do anything.

Faroush wasn’t anywhere near as drunk as the majority of people in the room but dancing around on a bar naked was definitely not something he’d be doing sober. As he moved he couldn’t help but feel satisfied at all the beautiful women who were going wild with lust below. What thoughts he had were focused on which one he wanted to fuck and being the tit man that he was, that brunette in purple with her jugs was starting to look pretty good, especially the way they bounced as she shook her fist at him.

Earlier he had had thoughts of doing the mysterious dancer but after an initial amount of playing with him she’d danced down to the other end of the bar and remained there. Faroush got the feeling she hadn’t appreciated the way the crowd had begun only paying attention to him.

He shouted a greeting as an equally nude Viktor suddenly hopped up on to the bar and began doing his earlier jig to the excitement of his own smaller crowd of ladies. The big warrior didn’t hear Faroush, obviously trashed as he helped his two barmaids up on the bar as well both as naked as he.

As Faroush contemplated how he was going to go about fucking the busty brunette he noticed a beautiful woman with voluminous red hair approaching. Her movements were reminiscent of a cat….well a drunken cat anyway. He continued to tease the women as the red head approached forcing her way between big tits and the girl in the blue dress.

He was surprised but not exactly put off when her hand lashed out and captured his cock. Grinning, he thrusting enjoying the feel of her hand wrapped around his member as she stared apparently overcome with the idea that she was actually holding him. Faroush let her stroke for a bit before stepping back and escaping her grasp.

She was beautiful but that brunette with titties rivaling Oulan’s was all he could think about, moving to her he squatted down and grasped his cock around the base.

Lo Wen didn’t immediately grab the protruding member. Her arms flew out to either side keeping the ravenous women back as he leaned forward. Everything about him was so hot including his super-sized equipment, it created a feeling of awe inside of her, as though he was too good to be real and yet he was real...

She gasped as he leaned forward the fat head of his cock pressing firmly into her cleavage. Lo Wen watched as he dragged the huge cock down her ravine pressing against the cloth that held them, which held for a moment only and then her generous mammaries were exposed in all their glory.

Faroush let out a yelp as the girls to either side slipped past Lo Wen’s defenses and he was dragged off the bar.

“Is he using his rune?” asked Raura from her place upon the table in front of Jeane, her feet pressing firmly against the runemistress’s hips as the silver haired beauty’s fingers continued to work their magic on her hungry little cunt. They were in one of the booths in private little alcoves along one side of the tavern but they hadn’t drawn closed the curtains. Any of the bar’s denizens could look in and see Jeane munching away on Raura’s hot little box but none would actually see. No, the runemistress and her friend would seem to be both quietly seated sipping their drinks.

“Hmmmm….no, dear. If he was we’d both be crawling across a sea of naked wriggling bodies to get to him. No…it’s simply the lovely effects of alcohol, the prince’s natural sex appeal, and okay…maybe just a hint of charm rune to nudge things in the right direction. Oh… I do so love alcohol, makes my fun soooo much easier…Ooooooh! Careful with the teeth…that’s a very sensitive place…”

Jeane’s last words had been directed to the pretty bar maid who lapped at her pussy under the table. Raura remembered how the girl had gotten there. She had come to refill their drinks not noticing the red head sitting on the table completely nude from the waist down.

Jeane had giggled, “No thank you, tell me my dear. Have you ever tried Rauras Kun’t? It’s truly a delicious wine.”

She had shaken her head.

“Oh how awful! Everyone must try it at least once….I simply insist.” She retrieved one of her fingers from Raura’s sopping pussy and held it out to the blonde girl, “Here’s a little taste.”

Rebecca stared at the finger that she’d just seen the beautiful rune mistress stir in her glass of wine. Oh…this wasn’t proper…she couldn’t suck it right off her finger, could she?

However, with a look into Jeane’s deep eyes, Rebecca found her self leaning down and taking the slender digit in her mouth. Her eyes widened at the explosion of flavor…this was like no wine she’d ever tasted!

“Hee hee…I can see by your expression that you enjoy it. Hmmm…perhaps you’d like to try another flavor straight from the source?”

Rina struggled under the combined weight of Oulan and Faroush. Of course, she wouldn’t even be able to manage that if she hadn’t happened along Kasumi in the hallway. Why the ninja was up wandering the castle at this time of night was a mystery but Rina wasn’t the type to pry not that she was in any condition to be asking questions as she strained…True Wind Oulan was heavy! She hadn’t taken part in the orgy but she had watched it in fascination. And once everyone had finally either went back to their rooms or passed out in exhaustion she just couldn’t bring herself to leave Oulan and Faroush behind.

Hunched over from the weight, she found herself staring at Faroush’s flaccid cock slapping against her dress as she helped him along. She couldn’t really believe that she’d seen two cocks this big in one day

She and Eilie had entered Riou’s room to find him at his desk behind two tall stacks of books. As she watched him concentrate so hard on his studies that he didn’t even notice them come in, Rina was struck by the incongruence of the image. He was such a cute young boy to be such an important leader of warriors and the hope for thousands of people.

Eilie walked around and plopped into his lap before he finally noticed. He grinned, “Why hello there, Eilie….and Rina… I have to say I was hoping for a reason to take a break though I didn’t think I was going to be this lucky…”

Eilie pulled him into a kiss which he hesitantly returned. As they pulled away and he glanced at Rina his face red, she could tell he was uncomfortable with showing his affection in front of others, something Oulan and her boy toy didn’t share at all, thought Rina the image Faroush’s impressive package emblazoned in her mind

“Riou, remember what we talked about…you know with Rina?”

If possible, his face reddened even more as he looked between Eilie and Rina, “Um…I didn’t…You were serious? I thought you were joking!”

Rina was torn from her memories as Oulan suddenly slid out of her grasp.

It quickly became apparent that the martial artist wasn’t quite as unconscious as she had seemed when Kasumi cried out, Oulan having relieved her of her panties on her way to the floor. The ninja was not going down with out a fight however and she clung desperately to her underwear around her knees trying to break the red head’s vice like grip on them.

Rina stood there supporting the Prince as she watched the tug of war between Oulan and the Ninja. Runes…it was a weird night.

Faroush came awake then and she had to appreciate his ability to assess a totally new situation and take action decisively. He only took a moment to groan and rub his head before he was kneeling next to Oulan, “Honey! Oulan…let go of the panties….let go of the panties...”

Oulan just ignored him giggling to herself as Kasumi fought valiantly to defend her panties but also very aware that the boy had a good view up her skirt.

Faroush voice sounded sharply, “Oulan!”

The tone got her attention but she didn’t let go.

“Did you earn those panties?” he asked patiently.

She shot him a disappointed look, “No…”

Her hand let go and Kasumi hurriedly pulled them back up, getting to her feet and looking thoroughly embarrassed.

Rina spoke up, “Thank you, Kasumi. I think they can manage the rest of the way on their own.”

Kasumi nodded and silently disappeared down the hallway.

Placing her hands on her hips and staring down at the two naked people she said, “Now what am I going to do with you two?”


Oulan tightened the shoulder straps of her pack as she followed her nine charges down the main avenue of the castle towards the main gate.

She’d left Rina’s room early, leaving Faroush still unconscious after placing a gentle kiss upon his lips. She knew he would have wanted her to wake him up before she left the castle but she couldn’t bring herself to say good bye. If she had to look into those beautiful eyes of his she wouldn’t be able to bring herself to leave. And whatever her desires she had given her word that she would safeguard these pilgrims on their journey to their small community east of South Window.

The Followers of the Proven Way as they called themselves had been on this journey for months from their monastery in some country in ‘The Nameless Lands’ when they’d found their route closed to them as the war between the City States and Highland spread. After weeks of being stuck in Greenhill as the Highland army occupied it, they hit a stroke of luck when Lord Riou liberated it. From there they were able to take advantage of a brief window when the New State Army controlled all the territory between Greenhill and the New State’s HQ at North Window. Once arriving at Genkaku they hired Oulan as they hadn’t been ready for the ferociousness of the wildlife in the area.

Which Oulan found strange, she couldn’t really imagine traveling through the countryside without having to worry about being attacked by some animal or another. An entire industry was based on safeguarding those who couldn’t defend themselves from the beasts. The pilgrims hadn’t been able to afford the proper number of guards necessary and Lord Riou couldn’t really spare the troops to chaperone every wayward group of non combatants through the war zone. And quite frankly, they couldn’t afford Oulan’s normal rates but she had a soft spot for the helpless. Being pacifists they certainly fit the bill.

Passing through the gate, the group started down the dirt path leading into the vibrant fields of green grass. Further to the east was the lake and to the west were sparsely wooded forest. Oulan paused at the threshold allowing the pilgrims to get ahead of her bit as their walking pace was rather slow compared to the strides her long legs were capable of. That’s what she told herself anyway…

After a moment, she ambled down the trail with a sigh.

“Oulan!”

She swiftly turned and her heart leapt as she saw Faroush running down the cobbled avenue towards her, a flustered looking Viki doing her best to keep up as her dress kept her from doing anything more than speed walking.

Oulan felt a bit of irrational anger that Faroush had thwarted her attempt to sneak away. As he arrived, she crossed her arms over her chest and said, “Come to say good bye?”

He gave her an equally standoffish stance, “Nope.”

They stared at each other for several long moments silently.

Then Viki arrived huffing and puffing before collapsing on the ground, her arms and legs outspread, “Oh my…we’re not going that fast the whole time are we? Such a horrible way to travel…”

Faroush cracked a grin as the light dawned in Oulan’s face.

“You’re coming with me? But…why aren’t you teleporting back to Falena?”

“Well, Viki tells me she’s still too weak to cast the spell. And while I really do need to get back I must admit that part of me is happy about that.”

Oulan smirked, “And which part of you is that?

Shooting a glance downward, he responded, “While Mr. Dragon is a heavy proponent of the idea, you could refuse to play with him the entire trip and I’d still want to spend as much time with you as possible.”

“Well, alright then…come along then…” She turned and started walking as if she couldn’t care less.

Faroush hurriedly helped Viki to her feet and moved forward to walk next to Oulan.

They moved in silence for a while, finally Faroush asked, “So um really no Mr. Dragon?”

The red head smirked at him but before she could say anything, Viki’s voice came from behind, “Oooh! Yay! More funstick for me!”

They looked at each other then back at the sorceress. Oulan asked, “Wait…how do you know about Mr. Dragon?”

Viki tilted her head and looked up, “Well I think that’s what you were referring to when you both were on top of me.” She threw her head back and did a decent imitation of Oulan’s sex voice, “Ooooooh! Miiiisteer Draaaaagooon….Oh! Fuck…Fuuuuck me Mr. DRAGon!”

As the two stared at her stunned, she continued more normally, “And really I didn’t mind the first time…you’re boobies felt nice on my face…but the next time….really! I was trying to sleep!”

“You were awake?!” exclaimed Faroush “Why didn’t you say something?”

“I was sleepy. And you two were so cute!” came the reply and after a few moments she quietly added as if it was a secret, “I played with myself later.”

And with that Viki found Oulan’s arm wrapped around her. “Really? Do tell me all about it!”

As Viki responded with an excited, “Okay!” Faroush couldn’t help but feel a little bubble of happiness well up inside. Something about this just felt right.

He wasn’t feeling quite so happy five minutes later when they caught up with the pilgrims.

“They can’t come! They have runes!” exclaimed one extremely agitated plump woman.

“Calm down, Mishka! We’ve spent the past week in a castle full of rune users and we’re none the worse for the proximity.” Said a tall extremely thin brown haired man.

“You don’t know that, Myotr! The sins have yet to surface! We’ve just escaped that infernal place and you’d saddle us with runes the rest of the journey…bring them to the village?!”

As the argument heated up Faroush turned to Oulan, “Um…if our presence is going to be a problem…”

Oulan held up a hand, “Oh no…I do not think so. They hired me to protect them and they are damn well not…” The rest was unintelligible as she stalked over to the group.

Oulan raged, growled, and yelled for several minutes and a thoroughly cowed group of pilgrims started off once more with no more complaints.

Turning to Faroush and Viki she smiled sweetly gesturing them to continue. They did so though Viki was watching Oulan like a hawk as if at any moment she would explode. Which meant Faroush got to watch as Oulan tried to make the girl comfortable with her again…He had a feeling this was going to be an enjoyable trip.

It was a two day journey and the first day was pretty uneventful as they walked through the beautiful grasslands of the Dunan region. Oulan was every bit as good a traveling companion as he had expected as she was smart and funny not to mention full of entertaining stories. She also loved hearing about his conquests. Oulan was also a good partner in trying to weasel information out of the mysterious sorceress, not that they managed to actually get anything. Viki was an interesting addition just because of the odd things she ended up saying as well as her very different point of view on pretty much any subject.

The Followers of the Proven Way were much less companionable. Most just answered his queries with brief answers making it clear they wanted nothing to do with him. Faroush found their instant dislike to be disconcerting. To not want have anything to do with a person just because they bore a rune was alien to him. Runes were just a normal part of life….like wearing shoes or breathing. It was so strange…and of course that just fueled his desire to know more about them.

Finally one of them did talk to him, a young man named Ithan. After some small talk Faroush asked about the pilgrim’s religion, a question he’d been itching to ask ever since they’d left the castle that morning.

Ithan, moderately handsome if a little timid, looked up at the sky as if trying to find out how best to answer such a far reaching question, “Well, it’s complicated but I assume you’re most interested in why we don’t like runes?”

Faroush had noticed the way Ithan’s eyes seemed to linger on the back of his hands as he moved them. He nodded eagerly.

“I’m not very good at explaining things but here goes… You understand that the True Runes are god-like entities, right?” asked Ithan.

The prince nodded though he would have used the term god rather than god-like entity.

“Well…we, the Followers of The Proven Way, want to live our lives completely separate from the machinations of the True Runes. Because all evil in man is a result of the True Rune’s effect on us.” He paused.

“Really? All evil? So any time a person does a bad thing like um…murdering or stealing it’s not their fault but the True Runes?” asked Faroush.

“Not completely…Um….The way of looking at it is that the True Runes are the source of the desires that lead to murder and theft. A person can still fight the impulses. But we just choose to divorce ourselves from this source to be safe.”

“Alright….so in your communities there isn’t murder or theft or any of that sort of thing?”

“Rarely…when that sort of stuff does happen a True Rune must have somehow come into contact.”

“I see.” Faroush wasn’t buying it but it certainly was an interesting point of view. “So if I understand this right, Mishka believes that our presence here is going to um…contaminate you.”

“Pretty much…it’s more complicated than that but yea…”

Oulan spoke up, “Alright, but there aren’t a whole lot of True Runes in the world. The chances of actually running into a True Rune are pretty slim. Of course, you’ve beaten the odds recently but now you’re seriously unlikely to ever see another in your lifetime. Why the complete seclusion?”

“You don’t understand. The True Runes work through all runes. When you have a fire rune or whatever attached to you, you might as well have the True Fire Rune sitting right on your head! They control you…runes are everywhere, your society uses them for everything, not just war…people attach runes to themselves so they can light candles,
to air the bad smells from their homes, to make the dirt easier to plow…”

Ithan continued, “I mean, how do think this war started?”

Faroush was startled by the sudden leap but said, “Highland attacked…that’s about all I know about it.”

“Highland has a True Rune.” Said Ithan simply.

The prince looked at him, “That’s hardly evidence. Just because Highland has a True Rune doesn’t mean that they wouldn’t have attacked if they didn’t have one. Believe me…people don’t need a rune to kill or do the wrong thing…that’s what people do….sometimes people just fuck up.”

Even as he spoke part of Faroush thought back to his mother, certainly the Sun Rune had affected her, made her do horrible things…things that had set the stage for the Godwin’s coup and all that had happened afterward. And Sialeeds….she’d betrayed him…the idea that it hadn’t been her that her rune had affected her mind was an appealing one. He glanced down at the runes adorning his hands. No….he couldn’t believe that…people had to be responsible for their own actions….But his treacherous mind forced the image of the harsh woman the Sun Rune had turned his mother into….

Ithan broke him out of his reverie “Well then what about Lord Riou and his friend…Jowy, I think.”

Faroush recognized the name that was who Nanami had mistaken him for, right?

“I don’t know anything about that, Ithan.” Replied Faroush.

“That’s something…that’s like the third most popular story in Genkaku…I think I heard it almost ten times while I was there.”

Faroush smiled, “I guess that means you were a little more social then the rest of your people.”

Ithan looked embarrassed, “Yea…Mishka says I’m too curious for my own good.”

Oulan chuckled, “Oh there’s nothing wrong with curiosity.” She thrust out her chest, “Why I bet you’re curious what my boobs feel like?”

Ithan stared his face going red, “Um…No….yes….I…um”

Faroush grinned and slapped him on the back, “Awe go ahead Ithan…she won’t mind…”

Ithan’s eyes widened but after a few moments, he just shook his head, “Ah…I’m sorry…” He strode off hurriedly to join the rest of his fellows.

“I bet he thinks are runes our runes are corrupting him.” Said Faroush.

Oulan laughed, “Bullshit, runes have nothing to do with it…my rack is the only thing corrupting him…well that and the thing between his legs…”

He merely nodded smiling as he asked her about the Riou and Jowy thing. She told him what she knew of it and he had to admit it certainly was intriguing. Childhood friends as close as brothers both in the same predicament cast out from their country as traitors yet after receiving the two parts of the Rune of Beginning one would betray the other and become his enemy. The story had him thinking of Sialeeds but she hadn’t bore the Twilight rune when she turned against him. Of course, if you believed Ithan the Twilight rune could have controlled her through her wind rune…maybe drawing her into a position where she would eventually bond with it as she had.

They traveled and it was pretty uneventful. At one point, Viki started complaining about having to walk so Oulan had the girl ride on her back. Within moments the sorceress was sound a sleep softly snoring against Oulan’s shoulder. Faroush just shook his grinning as he carried her staff.

Eventually night fell and they set up camp. The nine pilgrims huddled in their bedrolls around the fire as the warmth of the day had fled.

Faroush, Oulan, and Viki set up about ten meters away where they would be able to keep an eye on things, although only the Prince was actually scanning the area as the two women were focused completely on something else.

Faroush leaned back in the grass propping himself up on his elbows as Oulan and Viki lay to either side sucking his cock. Eventually he very enjoyable made love to both of them before it became time for sleep. Oulan had first watch and he had the second.

In the morning they started out again and it was again pretty uneventful.

That is until about noon when they were attacked.

“Get down and huddle together.” He told the frightened pilgrims. With only Oulan and Viki to help him defend, he needed them as close together as possible. It would be hopeless if they scattered as the creatures could just avoid the fighters and run down the pilgrims.

Seeing them obey reacting to the calm authority in his voice, he turned to Viki, “Stay behind us. Only use your magic if anything gets past us, okay?”

She nodded. Despite how easily she often became frightened he didn’t notice any fear in her eyes now.

Turning back to the dark forms race across the field towards them he readied his weapon. They were low to the ground and almost seemed to be hopping but it wasn’t the nice hoppity hop of a cute little rabbit. No, they seemed to flicker across the ground as their powerful legs lifted them into the air at high speeds before landing gracefully and going airborne once more immediately. He saw something shiny on their backs…did they have weapons?

Oulan next to him casually remarked, “You’re so cute when you’re all leadery…”

He smirked even as the creatures drew ever closer with every second. “Cute?” He sent her a hurt look. The care free banter was a tried and true method of calming one’s nerves before a battle.

As she settled into her preferred fighting stance, she replied, “Ooops…I meant to say sexy…”

“Uh-huh” He said, “So you’re not worried?”

Oulan made a face, “Dark Bunnies?! Pshah! Okay, actually the number would be rather daunting if it was just me. Not that I wouldn’t crush them all into oblivion but some would probably get past and hurt my little pilgrims. But with you here-Careful! These two look like they’re gonna jump high!” She rapidly warned him as the lead bunnies launched themselves into the air.

It was a good thing she’d said that as Faroush wouldn’t have expected the great height these things could jump as they’d been sticking close to the ground on their way over. Hearing her words he quickly brought up his weapon up and as the bunny flew past overhead, he sent it slamming back into the ground as his rod smashed into it. As it and its little axe hit the grass, he kept the momentum of his swing now causing first the end rod to blur before grasping just one rod and creating an even bigger circle of death as he readied himself for the next bunny.

Oulan had simply snatched her rabbit right out of the air, crushing its neck before it even had a chance to think about using its axe on her. She threw it into a rabbit about to pounce as Faroush sent another rabbit flying into the air.

A pair of rabbits stopped right in front of Faroush and out of range of his weapon. He watched them rise up on their back feet and take their axes off their backs. Faroush suddenly felt like giggling at the strange sight but that was squelched as they charged one leaping, the other sprinting along the ground, intent on hacking apart his legs.

That was a fine tactic for someone with a weapon like a sword but Faroush had something else. He simply shifted around bringing his whirligig of death facing them, it didn’t matter that they struck at the same time, his tri-nunchaku moved so fast, it sent one then two ferocious rabbits flying through the air bones crushed. Oulan herself was a blur as she moved acrobatically crushing bunnies with just one blow from her powerful limbs whether it was her fists, legs, or even her head.

In the end only two of the rabbits slipped past, one miraculously surviving the whirlwind of destruction that was Oulan and Faroush while the other in a show of more than usual brains for the creatures, snuck around them in the tall grass.

Viki was the only thing between their sharp axes and the pilgrims and she shuddered as she realized they weren’t very cute bunnies at all. The rabbits charged at the sorceress and she blinked.

Both rabbits vanished and then Viki fell over for no particular reason.


She crept through the tall grass towards the humans. She was slowly working her way around to the side opposite of where the R’chas were attacking. They were charging stupidly straight at them but that was to be expected. Unlike herself, the influence of the True Beast Rune drove them mad with bloodlust, their smart little minds, that allowed them to build such nice contraptions like the crossbow she cradled in her arms, completely lost to their furious aggression.

As she crawled towards the pathetic humans cowering behind their warriors her bushy tail swishing back and forth as she anticipated the taste of warm flesh. She was once like them, a weak useless little girl her head full of trivial notions. Glancing at the Beast Rune glowing lightly on the back of her clawed hand, she grinned. Not anymore… Now her body had grown strong, her teeth sharp, her nose hyper sensitive…no longer were her thoughts pointless….now she knew the true reality was the thrill of the kill…the taste of blood flowing sweetly down her throat.

Finally in a good position, she hefted her crossbow aiming it. As much as she wanted to run down there and leap among the huddled humans, tearing and rending them apart with her claws and teeth, she was too smart for that. The possessed R’chas only knew aggression and bloodlust in the grip of the rune but she knew there was more…survival…the strongest, the smartest, the best adapted, the one who fought and destroyed all challengers…that was the one the True Beast Rune favored.

So instead she would strike the warriors from behind. True, she could have sent a bolt at them from the other side, but some humans were so fast they could dodge or even block a bolt. But not if they didn’t see it coming, she thought with a growl.


Ithan had watched the creatures attack in horror unable to look away. He watched stunned as Oulan and Faroush somehow destroyed every creature that got close, except for those last two and then he’d watched as they just disappeared in a shower of green light.

When he saw Viki fall down, he thought she must have been hurt somehow and despite his fear he stood up to help her.

The world seemed to explode with pain as he was thrown forward into the grass.


She snarled in frustration. The stupid wretch had stood up at exactly the wrong time. She sent two more bolts flying towards them but she knew it was too late. The warriors had finished off the R’chas and had turned to their wounded pack mate. She retreated back to the forest.


Faroush turned to find Ithan lying on the ground a crossbow bolt sticking out of his back and blood flowing liberally. Viki was already at his side and he moved forward only to be slammed to the ground by Oulan, her generous breasts smashed into his back.

“What?!” he exclaimed before his mind caught up…crossbow bolt means sniper.

Her weight was suddenly lifted off of him and he looked up to see her sprinting in the direction he assumed the bolt had come from, “Faroush! Stay here!”
He crawled over to the wounded pilgrim, “Ithan! Ithan” He called he replaced Viki’s hands with his own around the bolt buried in his lower back.

Ithan responded with a groan. “It’s okay, Ithan. I’m going to heal you, alright. The pains going to go away and you’ll be good as new. Just hold on, Ithan. Hold on!”

Faroush took a deep breath and focused on the Dawn Rune, if he could heal Faylen’s terrible wound then he should certainly be able to handle this.

His hand started to glow…it was coming easier…

“What…what are you doing?! Stop…stop it right now!”, Mishka was suddenly there and she pushed his hands away before covering Ithan’s body with her own.

“Are you insane?” Despite her having removed his hand it still glowed and he could feel it’s healing power flowing into Ithan but it was slowing down, “I’m healing him!”

She glared at him, “Stop it! I won’t have you mark him with your sin!”

“Listen to me very carefully. If I don’t heal him he will die. Do you understand that?”

“Yes! He will die but his soul will remain clean. Your foul rune would deny him the afterlife!”

“That’s crazy! I’m going to save his life and you can sort out your beliefs later.” With that he leaned down and roughly pushed her away. He then grasped the bolt as his hands glowed brighter, the healing rapidly speeding up.

“You would decide his fate then. Realize the consequences of your actions. To have his body so violated by the rune he would be forever marked. He would be a wellspring for the rune’s infernal aura as you are. He wouldn’t be allowed among us.” She said her voice filled with hate.

“Fine then! You would cast him aside so easily…he deserves better than that!” he said heatedly as he suddenly jerked out the bolt, something inside telling him the time was right. He watched as the wound healed becoming smooth unbroken skin once more.

Sitting back on his haunches, he watched as Ithan pushed himself up and then sat back, his hand reaching back to idly touch his back. Faroush could see the conflicted emotions cross his face and he said, “I’m sorry if that went against your religion, Ithan. But I couldn’t accept that…I couldn’t just let you die when I could prevent it.

Ithan looked at him but he said nothing, Faroush thought he saw gratitude in his eyes. The boy looked at Mishka but the woman turned and stalked away without a word. Faroush could see the rest of pilgrims standing around staring with various expressions of horror and sadness on their faces, two were openly weeping.

Faroush stood and glared at them, “What’s wrong with you people?! He’s alive…you should be happy. Runes! He hasn’t fucking changed he’s the same person he was five minutes ago.” None of them met his eyes.

Then Oulan came striding in carrying a naked female….thing. It looked mostly like a girl but with animal parts as well. She laid the unconscious girl on the ground and looked around taking in Ithan whole once more, “Oh thank the runes you’re alright!” She quickly grabbed the boy and pulled him into a hug.

Standing up once more she said, “What’s with all the long faces?”

Faroush waved it off, “Long story, what’s this?”

“Tough little bitch… I’ve run into her kind only once before. The slang term is ‘Target Lady’ cause they somehow communicate with the beasties, making’em attack smarter…though I can’t see how this one helped the bunnies though I guess she’s why there were so many.”

“Where do they come from?” he said as he squatted over her.

“Beats me…” said Oulan with a shrug.

Faroush noticed something on the girl’s hand, “Look at this!”

As Oulan leaned in Viki decided to come over and see what was so interesting. She squealed, “Ooooh! She’s got bushy tail! Neat.” The sorceress stroked the furry tail between the girl’s legs oblivious to everything else.

Oulan’s finger’s stroked the symbol on the hand, “It’s a rune…I don’t recognize it…”
“A beast rune.” He’d seen it before on Ernst, the cheetah. Apparently the rune’s effects were very wide ranging.

Viki wrinkled her nose, “She smells.”

Then she sneezed.


The battle of Shasarazade raged.

Rain poured down slashing into the faces of the thousands of soldiers who pressed their boots into the mud as they maneuvered and counter maneuvered across the battlefield. To the tacticians and leaders the movements might make some sense but to the common man it was just chaos.

Lighting crashed in the sky but only a few bolts were natural as both side’s runecasters fought to strike past each other’s defenses to hurl death and destruction down upon the defenseless warriors. Sometimes great fireballs streaked above them other times it was hardened gusts of wind whose only warning was the terrible wailing that accompanied them. Occasionally, the magic would slip past and a squad of soldiers would find themselves suddenly obliterated. There was nothing they could do about it, just press on and hope one of the never to be sufficiently damned mages descended into the mud where they could end them with a vengeance.

The soldiers of the Empire had an additional distraction, not only did they have to worry about the enemy in front of them, or the enemy mage’s rune spells not to mention their own caster’s backfiring…no, the rebels had dragons…

Graceful formations of the huge creatures would swoop down upon the Imperial soldiers unchallenged by anything but a handful of arrows to send great gouts of flame into their ranks. It was bad enough to suddenly roast alive inexplicably as a spell exploded in your midst, at least then you were dead before you knew it, with the dragons you could see your death descending so elegantly and terribly down upon you.

Flik once again thanked the Runes; the Dragon Knights were on their side as another flight passed by overhead as his horse pounded across the ground along with those of the rest of his cavalry company. Glancing left, he considered once again trying to get Raru to tighten up his section but he decided against it. There were less than five hundred meters of open ground between them and the charging Imperial cavalry. Their numbers were too evenly matched, which ever side maintained the most cohesion would have a distinct advantage. The small amount of chaos and confusion that would occur if he tried to send an order and it wasn’t instantly understood might be just the little bit needed for the Imperials to prevail. No, he’d just have to let it go and tear Raru and his sergeants a new asshole if they survived this.

As another hundred meters disappeared under their horses’ hooves Flik focused the power of his rune as he studied the enemy for the best target. All along the line those warrior’s powerful or foolhardy enough would be doing the same with their own runes. Nothing so catastrophic that a full rune caster could manage but a well timed fireball or bolt of lightning could make the difference, blasting apart the enemy’s cohesion right before the two sides clashed. Of course, if you weren’t careful the rune would suck out all your strength and that wasn’t exactly the best way to survive the chaotic melee they’d soon be in.

“Sir!” shouted Gazen, his master sergeant.

“I see it.” Flik’s eyes focused on the shimmering green light directly ahead.

Seconds passed and the glow faded revealing four figures.


The pins and needles feeling faded and his head jerked as cold water splashed across his face. The rain muffled the noise for only a moment and soon Faroush’s head whipped around as the familiar sounds of battle crashed all around him. To his left was a line of warriors on horse back charging down upon them weapons drawn and….to the right another group wearing different colors but bearing down on them with no less speed or ferocity.

Oh this was just great…

“Viki!” he shouted.

“Huh?” came the totally expected reply.

“HEY!”, Viki exclaimed and then Oulan was sprinting away, the sorceress under one arm and Ithan over her shoulder. “Come on, Faroush!”

Faroush roughly grabbed the ‘target lady’ and threw her over his shoulder and ran after her as she shouted back.

They sprinted as hard as they could but as he took in the two waves of horseman still hurdling together, he didn’t think they were going to make it.


“Shouldn’t we do something, sir?” shouted Gazen over the heavy din of armored men and horse.

“What do you suggest? We don’t have time!” Flik yelled back continuing under his breath, “Damn it, Viki teleport back out.” This may have been the sorceress’s last accident. Bloody runes, there was nothing he could do…He couldn’t jeopardize this attack… if they could break through this cavalry they could hit Masim’s flank and roll up his whole line!

And then there was no time as they passed fifty meters and he could actually look into the eyes of the enemy pounding towards him. He scanned….

There!

With a shout he raised his sword, the rune on the hand crackling with violet energy.

A lightning bolt shot out from his hand lancing across the space between the lines in less than a second. One leaderish looking Imperial soldier and his horse incinerated as the full force of the blast emptied itself into him and the ground. The soldiers to either side were thrown to the side from the concussive force and chunks of dirt and rock went flying into the air, decapitating one warrior.

And then the two sides hit with a horrendous crash and instead of hitting a united front Flik leapt into the chaos his bolt had created, his arm blurring as he hacked left and right taking advantage of the still stunned and confused.


Faroush hated to admit it but it was looking they weren’t going to make it as the sides drew inexorably closer and they had at least another 200 meters to go before they’d be out from between the two forces. He pumped his arms and legs as fast as physically possible, his lungs burned and his muscles screamed but he kept going. Amazingly, Oulan was able to keep up despite carrying two people to his one, not that it was going to do them any good.


*****Okay... I may be adding to this chapter specifically adding the Rina sex scene and maybe some more with Leona but I wanted to get this out there. What did you all think? I gave you over 8000 words surely you can give me a few sentences and if fact I must commmend all that have recently been giving me reviews with specific things you've liked. It's helped immensely. Now of course if you'd like to leave a big meaty review that wouldn't bother me at all. And really I don't know if review is really the right word, so much as I want to know your reactions and thoughts on the story. Specific question: Does anyone remember exactly what the target ladies looked like? Haven't played the game in a while...your input will shape my description of the beast girl.******