A Taste of Bliss

A/N: Don't own Suikoden. With that said, here we go folks. Chapter Three.

Tags: You've read this far right? You should know that almost nothing is sacred by now.

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The Prince was boggled. One moment, he'd been enjoying quite the racy dream. Unfortunately the details escaped him, save for the fact that, like all his recent dreams, it included his sister. Not that he was boggled in a bad way.

Oh no. Having the girl of your dreams quite literally in your arms was always preferable to having them solely in your sleep. But still, there were questions that needed to be answered.

"Lym, what are you talking about?" He asked, not believing his ears.

Lymsleia hugged her brother tighter, wearing a smile from ear to ear. "I'm sorry brother." She said. "I've been silly this past month. Avoiding you, and acting strange. Can you forgive me?"

The prince swallowed. Avoiding him? She had been avoiding him. A smirk danced across his features, one which he quickly banished.

"I'm sorry Lym, but I can't forgive you."

Lym's face fell, and she moved to pull away. The Prince was having none of that though, and quickly held her immobile. Tears began to gather in the corners of Lym's eyes.

'Funny.' She thought. 'In the past two days, I think I've cried more than I have in the rest of my life.'

"Lym." The Prince soothed. "You'd have to have done something wrong for me to be able to forgive you." The prince wore a shit-eating grin, as Lym rapidly blinked away her tears.

"Huh?"

The Prince couldn't contain his laughter at Lym's befuddled response, the chuckle welling up and causing Lymsleia's confusion to be banished.

"You were just playing around with me!" Lym accused, face growing hot with anger.

The Prince laughed, a mirthful smile on his face, gently holding onto his sister by her hips. Lym wasn't having any of it though, still so consumed by her anger. Small fists rained ineffective blows down upon her brother's chest. While her strikes were ineffective, the sheer strength of her anger gave the Prince pause. He pulled her down and kissed her, holding her against him until he felt her relax totally.

When he pulled away, he smiled at her. "I'm sorry." He said softly. "That was mean of me."

Lym sniffed indignantly. "Yes it was." She pouted. She leaned in for another kiss, her previous illicit behavior forgotten. She had made up with her brother, and all was right with the world.

"Lym, if there's something between us, we've got to take it slow, don't you think?" The Prince asked, seemingly unable to rid himself of his smile. He saw the confusion in his sister's eyes, and continued, hoping to clarify.

"While I certainly appreciate the particular morning I'm sure we're both thinking of, don't you think we should be careful about this? Who knows how mother and father would react." The Prince reasoned.

Lym nodded. "I still don't understand the point though." She complained.

The Prince smiled. "I'm saying I'd like to court you first, dear sister, before we jump into the sheets."

Lymsleia's eyes went wide, before her smile easily eclipsed her brother's. "Of course."

The Prince let his hand slide around her hip to the small of her back, and then kissed her again. Her hair fell down across her shoulders and shrouded the two of them in a chestnut curtain.

Lyon watched from the door, a bitter smile on her face. She swallowed back the lump in her throat, and suddenly found her vision blurred with tears. She turned to walk away, and Miakis was there, sliding an arm around her. Lyon turned in towards Miakis, hiding her face as her tears spilled over. Miakis patted the girl comfortingly on the back and led her away.

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The Prince gently moved Lymsleia to one side, rolling out of bed afterwards. He looked over his shoulder at his sister. "I think you should get moving young lady. Lyon should be here in a moment, and while it may be appropriate by an incredible stretch for a sister to be in the room with her brother while he's changing, it certainly isn't appropriate for a girlfriend!" The Prince joked, smiling.

Lym simply rolled her eyes, but rose off the bed anyway, and headed out of the room, first looking both ways to make sure the coast was clear.

"Lym." The Prince's voice caused her to stop. She turned around, throwing him an inquisitive glance.

"Dress nice, and we'll go out somewhere, huh?" The Prince asked.

The smile on the Princess's face would have dwarfed the Sun Rune.

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As the Princess dressed for her outing with her brother, Miakis was trying her best to console Lyon. The girls had retreated to a vacant guestroom, normally used to house close friends of the royal family. Lyon was currently sitting next to Miakis, although draped across her would have been a more accurate description. For all the tears rolling down her face, Lyon made not a single sound.

Miakis for her part was feeling incredibly conflicted. On one hand, she felt incredibly bad for Lyon. Over the course of the morning, she'd begun to come to terms with her feelings of loss for the princess. She suspected that Lyon's love for the Prince ran much deeper than her own feelings for the Princess though. On the other hand, Miakis couldn't help but notice how wonderful Lyon felt, pressed up against her, how warm she was, how soft and fragrant her hair was.

Miakis ducked her head and placed a soft kiss to the top of Lyon's head, her mind immediately drawing a parody between this and her earlier attempts to comfort the Princess. She wondered if this was becoming a signature thing of hers and a small giggle slipped from her throat.

Lyon turned questioning eyes upward, and Miakis shook her head to indicate it was nothing of importance, her expression forlorn for the poor girl.

Neither of them was sure when their lips met, but it felt like an eternity before they pulled apart. Lyon pulled away with a soft whimper that had Miakis dying to taste her mouth again, anything for that wordless murmur of worship. Lyon's eyes slowly opened, and she took in her situation, as if fully aware for the first time in the last few hours.

"Miakis, should we be doing this?" Lyon asked. "I know how you feel about the Princess. We shouldn't be using each other for comfort."

Miakis smiled impishly, the small dimples in her cheeks giving her a cherubic look. "How can we be using each other if we both want to?" the elder Queen's Knight questioned softly. Lyon's response was a soft murmur of comprehension.

Miakis's grip on Lyon changed, retaining it's softness, but promising passion as well. Lyon's hands wrapped around Miakis's waist, sliding herself fully into the girl's lap and twisting so that she straddled her legs, her shapely bottom pressed against Miakis's thighs.

Miakis's right hand gently caressed the side of Lyon's face, a finger idly winding a strand of hair around itself. "Tell me what feels right, okay?" Miakis asked.

Lyon nodded and leaned in for another kiss, this one hot and passionate. After what seemed like a moment and what felt like an eternity Miakis's tongue gently caressed Lyon's lips, seeking entrance to her mouth. Lyon turned her head, deepening the kiss and meeting Miakis's tongue with her own. Lyon became aware of a hand on her rear, softly squeezing the supple flesh. One of her own hands was pressed between them, and Lyon put it to use, sliding it under the armor and gently cupping one of Miakis's breasts, fingers finding the stiffening nipple capping the globe of flesh and lightly teasing it with butterfly strokes though the clothes that covered it.

Miakis murmured her approval into their kiss, and tangled her fingers into Lyon's hair, rubbing the silky strands between her fingertips. Her other hand slid down and found Lyon's covered womanhood. She gently rubbed her through her clothes, and both girls broke apart slowly for air as Lyon gasped harshly into the kiss, a strand of saliva stretching between their lips before breaking.

"I think we've got on too many clothes." Miakis commented. Her fingers were already working on the ties to Lyon's armor, and she quickly had it removed, the girl on her lap moving around to expedite the process.

Next went Lyon's shirt, and Miakis returned her attention to the girl's body, her eyes drinking in her smooth alabaster skin, the way her soft hair draped down across her shoulders, the way her arms crossed over her breasts...

"Your turn now." Lyon said, smirking. She wrapped her arms around Miakis, and pressed herself tight against her, working on the clasps for her armor. Miakis sighed.

"I could get used to this." Miakis said with a giggle. She noticed that Lyon's slender neck was exposed, and she leaned her head down to press her lips to it, gently sucking on the sensitive skin as she felt her armor become slack about her. Lyon worked the armor free, and Miakis pulled away slightly to allow it to be removed. Miakis reached for the hem of her shirt, and Lyon stopped her with a touch.

"Let me." Lyon said, gingerly taking the hem of the shirt in her hands and slowly raising it upwards. Miakis had to raise her arms to get the shirt off, and so couldn't see Lyon's face when her breasts finally became visible, but the harsh intake of breath was a clear indicator of the effect. The black shirt was tossed carelessly backward, and Miakis smirked at the hungry look in Lyon's eyes.

Almost as if entranced, Lyon reached forward and cupped Miakis's breasts. Miakis's ears barely picked up the sub vocal whisper. "Beautiful."

Lyon's thumbs brushed across Miakis's sensitive nipples, the whorls on the pads of the digits sending pleasurable arcs of cool electric energy down the purple-hared girl's spine to pool as liquid heat in her tummy. Miakis cooed softly, her head rolling backwards as Lyon's thumbs took up a soft circling of her nipples, rubbing and massaging them. Miakis reached out and hugged Lyon tight to her, effectively trapping the girl's hands against her chest.

Lyon freed her hands with a little work, sliding them down and across Miakis's toned abdomen, towards the hem of her skirt.

The world slipped into a state of heightened clarity for Miakis as Lyon's fingers found her covered womanhood and slid inside her underwear, hesitating only a brief moment before gently parting her folds and sliding two of the digits inside. Miakis couldn't keep her back from arching, pressing Lyon's fingers deeper into herself. Her hands worked down the skin of Lyon's smooth back, working against the waist of her pants, and sliding it down, cupping the soft globes of her bottom, fingers probing downward, gently spreading her legs apart, and finding her warm core.

Lyon's lips found her own, her fingers slowing themselves down to a gentle stroking thrust. Miakis kissed her, hard and forceful, her own fingers sliding into Lyon's passage easily. The action provoked a hungry moan from the porcelain skinned girl, and she curled her fingers upwards, causing a similar reaction in Miakis's toes.

Miakis pulled away from the kiss, panting. Her face was flushed, and she used her free arm to crush Lyon tighter against her, pressing her fingers inward and up, her thumb teasing and coaxing Lyon's clitoris as she worked.

Lyon's gasps were soft, breathy, interspersed with soft whimpers and wordless entreaties. Miakis's voice was husky as she breathed hotly in Lyon's ear, teasing her.

"You're so close, aren't you, Lyon? You're trembling around my fingers. It's okay. Let go and come for me." Miakis instructed. She felt Lyon bury her head in her shoulder, her light voice filling the room with a trilling cry as her womanhood spasmed around Miakis's fingers, washing away the juices on her hand and fingers with a fresh wave.

Miakis for her part whispered soft, gentle encouragements into Lyon's ear as she trembled against her. Miakis's fingers never stopped working, slowly bringing Lyon down from her release. Lyon sighed heavily, and relaxed against her, and Miakis pulled her fingers out slowly, relishing the flood of warm juices that followed. She held that hand up and waited for Lyon to look at her, before sucking the coating of Lyon's juices off of her fingers, and licking her palm clean before chasing the trails of liquid that had run down her arm.

Lyon watched quietly, wanting nothing more than to throw Miakis down onto the bed and devour the girl. She was sure the thought was visible in her eyes, and that was a certainty especially when Miakis winked at her and laid down, leaving Lyon straddling her.

Lyon slid backwards off of Miakis's lap, coming to rest laying on the bed, across Miakis's legs. The girl shifted around, and found herself gazing down at the other girl's womanhood. Lyon unconsciously licked her lips. "I'm new at this." Lyon said as an apology, before leaning over and gently extending her tongue. A soft whimper from Miakis as the pink appendage made gentle contact was all the encouragement the curious Lyon needed.

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Lym smoothed an imaginary wrinkle from her skirt, picking at non-existent dust from the sleeves as she waited. She'd tried to puzzle out her own nervousness but had only come to the conclusion that it was to be expected. That hadn't stopped it, of course.

A soft knock on her door interrupted the train of thought she'd been following. She sat down, composing herself as best as she could, then spoke.

"Come in."

The door opened, revealing her brother. Clad in his standard orange tabard that was emblazoned with the royal symbol of Falena, the Prince entered the room with one of his ever-present smiles.

"Hello sweetling." He greeted, opening his arms to catch the girl who hurled herself into them. She hugged him tightly, resting against his chest. Just being close to her brother like this calmed her nerves. It always had. Her mother delighted in relating tales of just how her brother had been the only one able to calm her as an infant and a young child.

Lym's brow furrowed and she looked up at her brother. "Sweetling?" She asked.

The Prince smiled. "You don't like it?" He asked, leaning down and kissing her softly. The contact was platonic, but somehow, that was more arousing to the young princess than if it had been a more passionate advance.

The Prince took a step back, taking Lym with him. "C'mon. Let's go out and enjoy the day, shall we?"

The Princess nodded, her arm wrapped regally about her brother's as he led her from the castle.

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A/N: Bah! It's late I know. Had some issues with a family member passing away, and so we all went to attend the service. Across the country.

Work begins on chapter four. What do you all want to see? I'm tempted to put some PrinceXLym lemon in there. Nothing too serious, but I think it's been far too long.

Lemme know, and, always, read and review please.

~LZ