Suikoden V: Relations

---Suikoden V: Relations---

Hey! Author here, just givin’ an update. This chapter is gonna introduce the ever-so-useful “Flashback-O-Vision”, allowing me to do a non-Prince related sex scene! And it’s gonna be wonderous!

Or not. Anyway, I’m just tellin’ you all that I really, absolutely love the reviews. They’ve kept me writing this dumb thing, so…um…KEEP THEM UP! A BILLION REVIEWS! MWHAHAH!

Ending that…um…well, enjoy. Secret what the pairings are, ya just gotta see. XP

---End Author’s Note---


Belcoot grunted in exertion, his face twisted in a mask of pure concentration. He groaned and pushed forward harder. Marina gasped out loud, her eyes widening in surprise. He groaned again, sweat dripping down his muscular chest, causing his well-toned body to glisten with his thrusts and pushes. Gritting his teeth, he made one final push and sighed, the task over.

Marina swallowed, speaking slowly, breathily.

“W-wow…I…I didn’t think…you’d manage to…pull it off.”

The Kanakan Swordsman blushed, looking away.

“Ah…it…it was hard…but fun. I’ve never done something that big before.”

“Hey! Are you saying I’m overworking you? You promised”-

“No, no, sorry, its fine. Well…how do you feel about it?

“I think it looks good.”

They both nodded, staring up at the large statue Belcoot had finishing moving across the inn. From one wall to the other, the monstrous good-luck deity had been the heaviest thing they dragged out of storage, and Belcoot had been having a great deal of trouble moving it, hence the grunting and Marina’s alarm at whether he’d injure himself.

Marina’s fair face lit up in a smile as she dusted her dress off, watching Belcoot do the same to the pair of tight pants he wore, licking her lips despite herself as she watched him bend over to tie his shoe. He was, in her eyes, perfection. A barrel chest, washboard abs, sinewy arms, a nice, squeezable ass-ack!

She interrupted her own fantasy with a start. Bad thoughts. She let out a dejected sigh. Not since that one time…she’d never gotten the courage to actually tell him how she felt…and the one time she showed him…he…was…well, inebriated…that was a long time ago, or so it felt.

Back in Stormfist…at the Sacred Games…

FLASHBACK-O-VISION

*Georg Prime muttered something about Belcoot’s inability to hold his liquor as he left the room, along with his young, Princely charge, but Marina was hardly listening. Settling the swordsman into bed, she stared at him from the bedside, a small smile on her face.

He was, in a word, hot.

That was really all that her mind could focus on. Ever since she’d been in this damnable city, all the stuck-up prudes had been absolutely terrible to her. She’d been called fat, ugly, a whore, the whole lot. She was in a bleak state of depression, seeing no hope.

Until Belcoot had come.

Coming from far-off Kanakan like a character from a romantic novel, swinging his sword for justice and overturning the racial prejudice that infested the Godwin stronghold…he was her dream man.

And now, he’d win the games and she’d lose him forever. She’d go back to being a sad, lonely virgin in this hellish town.

But wait…

A soft smile crept onto her lips. She could fix one of those things. She had him here, all night…and…what was to stop her from…?

No. It wasn’t right. Yet, that made it even more appealing. She groaned softly, her face red.

What if he woke up? What if he rejected her? What if…what if he didn’t? He’d have to give up the Games, and his dream of freed Gladiators. She…

She couldn’t resist. Standing slowly, she gripped her skirt and lifted it up slowly. Her blue-bunny print panties were soaking wet, practically dripping. She was so horny it was burning her up, like a fire inside her.

She needed him. NOW.

Gingerly, tenderly, almost shyly, she reached a soft hand towards his crotch and touched it. Feeling him not even stir, his drunken breathing heavy, light snores coming from him, she grew bold, seizing his crotch in one hand. She gasped deeply, feeling the shaft, moving her hand down, tracing it through his pants.

It was bigger than she thought it’d be. She gasped, fumbling with his pants and undoing them, letting the now semi-erect cock slide free. She licked her lips, eyeing his smooth manhood wantonly, touching her sopping crotch with one delicate finger. She slid that finger around the hem of her panties and pushed down, letting them slide down her shapely legs.

Marina had always been very sensitive about how she looked. For the longest time, she’d worn bulky dresses to hide herself, too shy to show off her figure. Those who had seen it, or hints of it, teased her and called her fat or ugly, even though she was neither. True, she was naturally built bulkier then most women, she was not fat in the slightest, which did little to stem the tide of insults from the Stormfist men.

Her panties hit the floor with a wet squish and she stepped out of them and her shoes, wiggling her surprisingly dainty feet free and slowly climbing onto the bed where Belcoot lay, straddling his knees and taking a nervous breath.

She gripped his cock, blushing furiously now as she held the smooth manhood, trying to remember how this worked in the novels. Slowly, but steadily, she moved her hand up and down Belcoot’s member, her breaths ragged from nervous excitement. Responding almost immediately, his cock grew harder and harder, soon reaching its maximum hardness. She gasped in surprise, staring in awe and excitement, despite her shyness, at the monstrous ten inch cock throbbing before her. Swallowing nervously, she continue stroking a little more, squeezing it ever so slightly. Belcoot moaned in his sleep.

She hadn’t noticed till now, but her left hand was busily pushing against her crotch as her right had jacked off her unconscious swordsman. Gasping in surprise at her lust-controlled hand, she pulled it out, her sweet cum juices dripping from her long, slender fingers. She did something she’d never done before: she licked them clean. She was surprised at how sweet she tasted, and giggled despite herself, moving closer towards Belcoot’s cock.

“Do…I really want to do this?”

She shook her head, than nodded. Now or never. She gritted her teeth and slowly moved her was down onto his hard cock, her dripped, swollen pussy lips engulfing the huge cock, and she moaned aloud, despite herself. It filled her completely, she’d never felt this before, ever. Her fingers couldn’t even compare…

She moved up and down on him, not yet daring herself to push it past that one barrier. He gasped in his sleep, shaking his head as if in a dream. She nodded, watching that handsome face, contorted in the pleasure she was giving, and decided to go further.

“OW!”

She clapped her hands over her mouth and lost control, sliding herself to the hilt of his cock, breaking her cherry and pushing in further to her untouched pussy. Pain, soon replaced by waves of pleasure, came over her, and she slowly tried picking herself off of him, blood mixing with the sweet cum juices coating his cock.

She rode him now, getting more and more into it, her body shaking and quivering. She was hot, burning up now, like a fire of lust flickering deep inside her chest. She worked frantically, untying and unbuttoning her blouse to free her huge breasts, letting them bounce out of their own volition, sighing deeply as the cool air brought pleasurable relief to her. Gripping her breasts, squeezing her hardened nipples, she rode him faster, moaning softly out loud now, feeling the biggest orgasm of her life approaching.

All of this…all for Belcoot…all because of…of..

“B…Belcoot! AHN!”

She didn’t care if he’d heard, she climaxed hard, nearly falling off from the shock of it. Her body shuddered as she released all that tension, all the years of boredom, sadness and anger blasting away into a mind-altering whirlwind of emotion and feeling.

She slid off her newfound “lover”, standing shakily back on the ground, her cum dripping down her thigh, she found it hard to walk right. He was still throbbing hard, and she realized that he hadn’t cum yet. Well…since he’d done so much for her…

His cock was in her mouth before she realized it was happening, and she simply went crazy, licking up and down the hardened shaft, suckling on it like a lollipop or Popsicle, her own taste and the taste of his pre driving her forward. She fingered herself furiously with one hand and gripped his balls with the other, moving up and down his cock.

He began to pant furiously now, his body shaking, his orgasm so close…

He exploded onto her, his cum spraying into her mouth, warm, thick and gloppy. She gagged, falling back on her butt, his cum dripping from her lips, accidently swallowing the load in her mouth. She gulped, panting.

“Ugh…bitter…”*


Marina blinked, her flashback suddenly ending, and sighed, looking towards Belcoot, who was drying himself off with a towel. He looked tired. She gave him a hug, telling him how grateful she was, and told him to take the rest of the day off. Once he left, she found herself falling back into a chair, sighing heavily.

“I’ve got to tell him soon. This is wearing me out!”

* * *

The Prince of Falena, along with one of his loyal knights, Kyle, stood casually in the third-floor connection hallway, watching various passerby go past. Kyle had his usual lecherous grin across his handsome features, grinning wide at every relatively attractive woman that went by.

The wide grin adorning the womanizing Queen’s Knight faded slightly as, descending regally from the fourth floor stairs, came the enigmatic Zerase, her black tresses brushing the ground behind her. Arrogance seemed to accompany every step, and a disdainful expression adorned her pale features.

Once she’d past, Kyle let out a deep breath and whispered to the Prince.

“Hey, would you tap that? I mean, I know she’s got to be older, and she’s cold, but look at those tits! I mean, I’d like to grab one and sque-ow!”

The Prince, midway through Kyle’s statement, had moved to the side, to allowed the very angry-looking Sialeeds to moved up to the blonde knight and grab him roughly by the ear. She tugged on him hard, eliciting a yelp of pain and causing him to bend over in pain. She spoke, as if scolding a naughty child.

“Kyle! What have I told you about spreading your sick perverted mind around? And what-*tug*-have I told you about talking to the Prince like he’s some horny twat friend of yours in a bar!? You-*tug*-must-*tug*-behave!”

Kyle yelped louder, trying to speak.

“GAH! Ow ow ow ow! Gittoff me! Get! Off! OW!”

Sialeeds chuckled, giving one final, very hard tug and let go. Kyle, now pulled off-balance, gasped and fell forward, hitting the wall and rolling to the left, trying to press against the wall to stand.

Unfortunately, he soon ran out of wall. With an agonized cry, Kyle fell backwards, tumbling into the dark stairwell. A series of loud, painful crashes could be heard, each accompanied by a different curse from Kyle, and it ended with a feminine “EEK!” and a loud thud.

Sialeeds and the Prince stood for a moment, staring at the stairs, then at each other, before rushing down after Kyle. He lay, unconscious, sprawled at the base of the stairs, atop of a very surprised looking Luserina. She groaned, pushing against his heavy body, trying to get him off. The Prince immediately moved forward, pulling Kyle off of her and helping the young noblewoman to her feet.

She let out a breath, dusting off her large dress and smiled shyly at him, her young, beautiful features lighting up in a wondrous smile. She looked away some, giggling.

“N-no, your Highness, really, I-I’m fine. Its…its ok…”

Sialeeds shook her head, walking over towards her and looking her up and down.

“Your dress is ripped in the back. Here, wait in the Prince’s room, I’ll send this bit over to the tailors.”

“Wha? Why…why in the Prince’s room?”

Sialeeds scowled, looking the prone Kyle.

“Its closer, more secure and private, and the Prince is much more trustworthy with you then…some other people…come on, let’s go.”

Luserina shyly moved with Sialeeds, and the Prince, realizing he wouldn’t be able to get much in speech-wise, silently trudged after. Sialeeds opened the door to his room and slid inside, beckoning Luserina and the Prince to follow.

The Prince now noticed the rip in Luserina’s dress. It was surprisingly big,
and went practically from the top to the bottom of the lower skirt portion of her outfit. Sialeeds clicked her tongue.

“I swear, that Kyle. I’ll have to punish him later. Come here, let’s get this off you.”

The Prince’s Aunt’s deft fingers quickly unlaced the skirt, and it soon fell into a silky pile at Luserina’s feet, leaving her in just her panties and blouse. Her panties were ridiculously girlishly pink, intricate and embroidered lace, like shorts, cupping her small, yet very nice rump. The Prince realized he was staring and quickly looked away.

Sialeeds helped unlace Luserina’s corset as well, tossing it aside and smiling.

“There. Now, I’m heading off to get this dress fixed up. Lock the door behind me and stay here. Its absolutely imperative nobody see Luserina half-dressed. She’s a noble, and she’s important and virginal and pure. Keep her that way. I’ll be back in a few hours, I’ll knock once and leave the clothes by the door.”

The door clicked closed behind her, and Luserina looked shyly over towards the Prince, sitting down on his desk chair.

“Ah…I’m so sorry Prince. Now you’re stuck here all day because of me. I’m really sorry!”

He shook his head. Really, it was fine, no need to worry. She could see what he meant through his eyes, and smiled.

“You have such nice eyes, your highness. So…trustworthy and pure and beautiful-eep! I-I said beautiful! I meant…um…er…I’m…its not that…oh dear…”

He blinked in confusion, moving towards he and sitting in a closer chair. She sighed, looking down.

“Oh, your highness…its been so nice to be helping you in this castle. You’re like something out of a novel, with a lake castle, taking a girl away from her evil family, letting her serve you. Well, granted, those novels had different sorts of “serving”. Ack! Not…not that you’d be like that or anything!”

She blushed brightly, staring at him. Slowly, the Prince stood and moved soundlessly to the window, then came back holding a tea-kettle. He held it up and shook it, hearing the still warm tea sloshing inside. He poured her a cup and handed it to her. For having a half-naked girl in his room, he took it all very well.

About two hours had passed now, and they were laughing heartily to some old Falenan joke the Prince had told. As they were laughing, Luserina suddenly stood, setting her cup down, a strange look on her face. She slowly walked past the Prince, her hips swaying slowly with each step, as if she was flaunting her hips, her smooth, curved rump, and her pu-

Bad thoughts! The Prince shook his head, trying to dispel the images. Luserina lay down onto his bed, sliding her long, smooth bare legs up onto the silken sheets, smiling, her legs slightly spread. He could so easily look at her crotch…

She giggled, speaking slowly.

“Your highness…I have a…favor to ask.”

He stood slowly, cocking his head to the side.

“I…I want you…your highness…I want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now.”

He stepped back in shock his eyes wide. She sighed, looking down, her face bright red.

“I knew it. I’m sorry…I…its just that, with this war, and my family’s betrayal, and everything…I’m just…so lonely…there’s nobody for me to talk to, nobody who’s been all that nice to me about my family. True, everyone’s very supportive and kind, but the only friend I have here is…you, your highness. I want to repay your kindness. I want us to become…closer. I know its selfish, but could you? Make love to me?”

She did a lopsided grin, an almost rougish look in her eyes.

“I’m not exactly the pure girl Sialeeds thinks I am, your Highness. In fact, I’m not very pure at all. True…I’m a virgin…but you can fix that.”

He moved closer, unconsciously, his cock hardening, bulging through his tight pants. She tittered, leaning back, her hair falling into her face, a look of lust and desire taking over. She looked totally different…she looked…damn good. She beckoned him closer.

“Please…I’m so horny. God, I need to cum bad…so much I want to do to you…so much I want you to do to me…please…hurry!”

Her voice shook with want and emotion, her breaths were heavy, and he couldn’t help himself. He undid the strap to his top and tossed it aside, climbing onto the bed and kissing her on the lips, his tongue and hers meeting in desperate concert. Her hands trailed across his muscular back, her kisses moving down his neck to his shoulders, her teeth nibbling at his skin.

He leaned back some as her tongue moved down his chest, licking at his soft flesh. Her hands rested on his thighs, moving up and down as she found his right nipple and began sucking on it hungrily, her tongue flicking the hard nub, her teeth biting it gently. He grunted as she roughly grabbed the hardened cock bulging from his pants.

“Ooo…such a hard cock. Mmm, I’ve seen a few of these…would you like to know where?”

Fuck yes. He nodded, then shook his head, then nodded again, pulling her into a rough kiss. Lasting maybe a minute, but seeming like an eternity, they sucked at each other’s tongues, lips, the whole deal, consumed by a want to taste each other more.

She broke off, giggling and pushing him onto his back, her crotch rubbing against his as she moved her lithe body closer to him.

“Mmm, see, when I was 15, this nobleman’s son from Scarlet Moon came to visit the mansion. We spend hours together. He was such a poet, I’d watch him tell me beautiful poetry, and he’d watch me masturbate. Then I’d give him blowjobs.”

The Prince gasped in surprise…the gasped in something else as she bit down on the other nipple that she’d neglected.

“Mm, too bad I had to let him go. I caught him giving a blowjob. To my brother.”

The Prince blanched, then gasped as she grabbed his cock harder and kissed him on the stomach, kissing lower and lower. She began sliding his pants lower, freeing his already hardened cock. She giggled, stroking it slowly.

“Ohh…such a nice cock…”

She leaned down, kissing it softly on the head, licking it teasingly, her toungue moving down the hardened shaft, moving up and down eagerly, as if licking some kind of candy. The Prince moaned out loud, groaning in pleasure and shuddering slightly.

She took his cock into her mouth, engulfing it with her smooth red lips. She bobbed her head up and down on the cock, grabbing his balls and rubbing the spot inbetween them and his asshole. He groaned in surprised pleasure, and she grinned wickedly.

“I learned about all that from my second lover. He had an obsession with anal sex…and I happened to learn some things…”

She pulled the Prince upright, kissing him hungrily and grabbing his hips, pulling him up against her. She moved lower, kissing him on the curves of his ass, giggling. The Prince blushed, unsure of what exactly she planned to do.

Her tongue slid up into his asshole, and he screamed out in shock and pleasure. Pinning him down on his knees, she showed off exceptional flexibility, bending over and sliding her tongue in deeper, causing him to shudder in ecstasy, this new feeling unknown to him. Her wet tongue was warm and slick inside him, and she seemed to take perverse delight in pleasuring him in this way, her hands undoing the buttons to her blouse, leaving her in only a pink, lacy bra, similar to her panties.

He felt his cock throbbing, as if an orgasm was approaching. She was jacking him off now, touching his cock excitedly, as if it were a new toy to play with, all the while her tongue pushed in and out of his ass. He couldn’t take it, and bit down on the pillow, his hot, sticky cum erupting out, coating her delicate hand with his seed.

She leaned back, panting, licking one finger clean of his cum and beckoning him closer. The thought of saying no simply never occurred to him, and he crawled to her, sucking another of her cum-covered fingers clean, grimacing at the taste. She kissed him softly, then leaned back, obviously submitting now.

“Take me. Everywhere…”

He complied, grabbing her bra and ripping it off, letting it fall to the side of the bed. He kissed her breasts lovingly, hungrily sucking on her erect nipples, his tongue hot and slick, circling around her nubs, causing loud moans of pleasure to rise from her mouth.

She turned over, getting on her hands and knees and raising her panty-covered ass in the air, letting him slide the lacy garments down easily. He was hard again, and pantig, his thin, feminine body naked, sweat glistening off his muscles as he gripped her hips, blushing some. She moaned out.

“Take me. Fuck me. My virginity is yours…”

He said nothing, but complied, his cock pushing slowly into her dripping, swollen pussy, causing her to let out a shriek of pleasure. He pushed all the way in, breaking her hymen and causing the pleasure to turn into a groan of pain, quickly replaced by raspy breaths. He moved faster, pushing in and out of her, letting her pussy get used to his cock, filling her with his hot, throbbing manhood. Luserina cried out.

“AHN! OH PRINCE! For…for fuck’s sake…more…morrrre…”

They both sped up, their bodies and minds in harmony, pleasure and lust shared between the two. Naked forms writhing together on the silken bed, they both shuddered violently. Climax was approaching.

“Oh…PRINCE! I…I’m…CUMMING!”

They both climaxed, his hot, sticky cum filling her tight pussy and her cum and his dripped onto his cock and the bedsheets, and they fell forward, collapsing side-by-side, panting hard, their naked bodies coated in a white sheen of sweat.

“Oh…Prince…”

She moved close to him, resting her head against his chest, her breaths calming, as she lay one or two kisses upon him.

“That was…pretty…good.”

He nodded, too tired to speak. He felt her hands move their way up his body, tracing his muscles. He blinked in surprise as she held up her panties, giggling.

“You know, we have mostly all day in here…with lots of privacy…why not make the most of it?”

His face lit up in a smile, which was soon overtaken by another kiss.

And, shall we say, make the most of it, they did.


---End Chapter Three---

I’m somewhat nervous about how you all will take this chapter! It was hard to write, thanks to my computer troubles, and I hope it isn’t as rushed as I feel it may be.

At any rate, this begins the Belcoot Story Arc, which may continue in either the next chapter or the chapter afterwards. One of those chapters may very well contain yaoi too, if I’m in the mood for it.

So, read and review! TTFN! All that jazz and whatnot.

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