Suikoden II - The Pantsu Brigade

Author's Note: Hi everyone! I know, it's been way too long since my last writing, about a month and a half. I've been busier lately, plus I had a lot of the ideas in my head for this chapter bouncing around in my head for a month and couldn't write them, and when that happens you have problems getting into writing it. That doesn't mean I've been completely stagnant; I have a few other fics in different stages of completion. Also, I didn't respond to reviews because I thought I'd have this up sooner. I already responded to GoldenDragon and Streti elsewhere, so to Darktom, thanks, I seem to be having a fair bit of fun playing with Lucia and "Karayan customs" here. Keeping in mind, of course, that I'm going mostly by the vagueness of characterization Suikoden II provides. I hope you guys like what you see here!


"Are you certain we should accompany you?" Jillia asked. "We will understand if you wish to discuss such a delicate matter in private."

"It's okay, I intended to introduce you to her during your tour."

Click, click, click, her high heels tapped the stony roads of North Window Castle's outer market as she passed Jillia's royal carriage. As expected, the queen's dress was lost to them the moment they left, snatched up by some enterprising collector or thief. It was strange to think that such a bustling, energetic community formed on the ruins of a town ravaged by Neclord. Yet, the busy crowds of regulars and tourists alike passed her on their business through the shopping hotspot. So many people...

Staring....

The cause of their attention dawned on her only when she looked back at Queen Jillia's brazenly displayed bosom. Even at rest, the soft heave of the Highland queen's breath brought an enticing jiggle. The woman whose heart and body framed such a treasure accented their sophisticated curvature with her dazzling black eyes. Their slow rise and fall beckoned like a siren call for a kiss to match the pretty pink of her nipples. Leona licked her lips... and blinked the idea from her thoughts.

"Queen Jillia, would you mind covering your breasts? We're drawing too much attention from the townspeople."

Jillia smiled, calm and demure. It made what she said all the more peculiar, a rare forward moment for the queen. "If you do not mind, I would prefer to bear them out in the open. It's not often that I can walk about so freely. If we are to worry about appearances, does Lucia's nudity not warrant some concern as well?"

"Lucia's a very... special case, your highness. I doubt she would draw eyes from you even if you wore a potato sack."

"What are you implying?" Lucia asked.

"Nothing, nothing..." Leona tip-toed around the question. The light, agitated crease in the Karayan's brow wasn't a very positive sign for truth-telling. "We should hurry to the shop, word spreads quickly when it reaches Stallion's pointy ears."

She led her guests onward, down the street, past the curious leers and heated sighs of Dunan army supporters. A teeming, wide array of people grew into a slow gathering, from uniformed soldiers to dutiful housewives to energetic young children. The lifeblood of a community slowly trickled onto the sidestreets, watching in silent awe and wonder. Leona quickened their pace toward their destination. It was but a few feet from the shop door that she heard her name.

"Hello Lady Leona."

She looked aside, into the alley and saw him. Short black hair, notebook in hand, but above all she recognized him the moment she saw his closed eyes. "Oh, hi Klaus."

She took a few more steps and backtracked. Jillia and Lucia pressed against her back, halted by her sudden return to give the man another look. She puzzled over his presence in the unkempt realm of litter and refuse, darkness creeping out where the sun refused to shine. "... Klaus? What are you doing out here?"

He raised a letter into view. "I received this message from Lord Riou. He said it was absolutely urgent that I meet him here. Do you know why he wanted me to bring napkins?"

"Klaus, Lord Riou is busy preparing to meet with Culgan. Can I see the letter?"

As he passed the envelope into Leona's slender digits, Klaus' gaze passed over her guests. The dusty dark-skinned Lucia towered behind Leona, her barefoot height impressive next to the bar mistress' high-heeled stature. Observing Lucia's sunbaked nudity, full body tattoos and weeks of grime built upon her warrior toned flesh, Klaus drew the most natural of deductive conclusions.

"Oh, is this your alley? I had heard some enterprising women followed after armies to ply their trade. I assure you that you can bring clients here as soon as Lord Riou and I have finished our business."

Lucia's eyebrow rose. "What are you suggesting?"

"I meant no offense. I understand that for a woman in your position, prostitution might be the only real way to make a living. If it will hurt your profits terribly, I can prepare room and board at no cost to you for the inconvenience."

"WHAT?!"

From her tone, Klaus shrank further into the alley. Darkness crept toward his back. "Oh, I have offended you again. My deepest apologies, I did not stop to think of how attached you must feel to a life on the streets after so many years of experience. Is there any other way I can repay you?"

Fury fumed from Lucia as she unfurled her whip from her shoulder. A scowl painted itself on her tan lips and peeled back to show her gnashing pearly whites. "How dare you suggest I would take part in such vulgar things! The nerve, to mistake me, chieftain of the Karaya for a lowly alley wench willing to sell her body for a few measly coins... ! I may be a guest, but I cannot let your words go unpunished. Hold still while I-"

"Oh Lucia, stop. He meant no harm." Jillia giggled, her dress skirt fluttering on the road as she stepped between the young man and his would-be executioner. "You should take more time to think about what you say to a lady, Lord Klaus."

"And take more time to read your letters," Leona said. "This isn't Lord Riou's handwriting. This looks like..."

Leona paused. There, in the forbidden dark space of the back alley, a creature made its presence known. Its monstrous gleam drained light into the black holes of its pupils, reflecting outward as a pair of glowing red eyes. They quivered age-old primality as they pierced and assessed Leona's entourage. Then, a grin, the creature's pointed fangs glimmering in the darkness it called home.

"Klaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuus..." it spoke.

"Wh-Who's there?" Klaus tossed his head about for the source, to no avail. Had he listened, he would have caught the menacing growl grow closer as its cool breath slithered from behind.

"Oh Klaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuus...."

His hair stood on end. Its wet, cold tongue ran along the back of his neck and looped to his earlobe. The sun lit upon its long silver hair. A blue hairband held its shiny locks at bay, her face pale as the moon in a night sky. She drank in the man's shivers. "Hey Klaus, wanna FUCK?"

"N-n-n-n-no thanks Lady Sierra. I just remembered I have some important documents to stamp." He lurched to sprint off, only for his body to bound back with unseen force. He bolted to the spot on shaky legs, caught like a frightened animal in a huntsman's trap.

"You're not going anywhere, cutie." She smiled at the first sign of a freshly ripened fuck. She strutted to his front. Her fangs poked over the edge of her lips as she spotted a wad of crumpled tissues in his hand. "Ah, you brought the napkins. Good boy."

"What is she-" Jillia started.

Leona responded with switch-quick timing. "Shh. She doesn't like interruptions."

Klaus' voice quivered as he begged. "P-P-Please don't drain me of blood, Lady Sierra."

"Blood? How quaint. I won't take one drop of blood from your pretty little neck... IF..." she whispered, "you can satisfy my thirst for life another way."

Dropping to her knees, the high-ordained coven mistress of bloodsuckers raised a pair of blue nail-polished hands to his waistband. The belt's leather ripped apart like paper, tossed back to land across Lucia's shoulder as Sierra whipped Klaus' shrinking member into view. She tweaked, her frigid touch further wrinkling his prodigious manhood until she worked her own special magic. The right spots, the right timing, pressuring the veins and muscles beneath his small mass forced him to an erection far stronger and more stable than the young man had ever known.

Sierra inhaled the scent of her next warm meal. "Ahh... fear. You have no idea how much effort it takes to prepare a meal worthy of my palette. Or perhaps you do know after all the times I've played with you these past weeks?"

Her teasing banter had the very effect she hoped to see, a final test of her brew. His fragrance rose stronger as terror struck. He was ready. Prepping him with one cupping hand, Sierra slid his length in her mouth, down the runway set by her sharp vampire fangs.

"M-M-Mi-Lady Sierra, I must protest this..."

He clutched her silvery locks. The threat of a nick or bite encroached with every pass of the vampire's teeth over his thin flesh. Sierra's blood red gaze chilled his bones still, yet his muscles quivered like jelly.

Sierra fought a moan. The trembling mess she made of cutie Klaus left a hum on her lips that wouldn't quit. She licked her warm popsicle from its underside and savored the salty offing in her cold undead mouth. As she nipped at his bud's tip, a naughty idea came to her, and she released his lively member to take it.

"If you go limp, I'll..."

Her eyes pounded magical power that impressed upon his frail spirit. There was never a danger of his erection slacking. Her centuries-old expertise in sucking cock ensured that he'd be stiff for a good hour after she was finished playing with her latest boytoy. The real payoff came as his fear rose to flood her senses with his concentrated life's essence. Every drop of delicious white spunk contained a whole pint's worth of the same raw energy as blood. A fact no mortal man would ever know from her lips, as she descended upon his shaft once more.

Klaus seized up. His tremors weakened him, body and soul, his hips urged into thrusting back by the same raw instinct as his sex-sire. A muted groan brought his mouth into a perfect O. A blush formed as he remembered his unwanted audience. Leona, Jillia and Lucia witnessed the passing of his virginity like some seedy stage show. Jillia fondly smiled. Lucia coldly studied. Leona blew a chimney's worth of black smoke from her lungs. He fixed on the bar mistress' growing addiction, dragging on her long thin pipe in longer bursts. The wag of Leona's tongue echoed the ministrations of the coven mistress at his feet.

His eyes shot open as he felt a building swell in his loins. It was coming. Oh god, it was coming. "M-Miss Sierra, if you do not stop, my body will..."

"That's the idea, cutie." That phrase cost her half a minute's worth of time, or would have if she didn't use one of her vampire tricks.

Her afterimage clipped through and behind Klaus, reversing direction to press against his back. Two Sierras, possessed of the Blue Moon Rune, catered to the boy turned man. The one behind stroked down from his untrained abs and into his curly brown pubes, massaging the base of his virgin pole. The original, true Sierra again took him in her mouth whole, seeming to take almost every inch of him simultaneously even when pulling back. Her hand and head maintained the timeless blur of her magic. Blue halos, pale as moonlight, grew in size as their energy flowed into Klaus to sap him of his last resistance.

For a man of learning, a man of upper crust upbringing, Klaus clamped his mouth tight to rein in the urge to groan. He failed, calling out like some lower creature as he spasmed. His hot streams spurted into the vampire's eager mouth.

Sierra gulped hungrily at the feast like a vat of wine poured from above. The whites of her eyes showed as they rolled toward the back of her head, and she dripped her own darker lust between her squatted legs. It puddled around her feet as she drank him like a reverse straw. She learned long ago the trick to savoring her treat. Her lips took to the small crest between the bulb and length of his shaft. The texture, sinful. The taste, orgasmic. After one full minute, his seed waned, and his spent body slumped. His member slipped free of Sierra's mouth and dragged a line of cum down her chin as he fell to his knees.

"Aw, that wasn't as filling as I thought it would be. It appears I will need to find another source of food." Sierra stood, dispelled her magic-double and snatched the napkins from Klaus' weak hand. Wiping away his cum-string, she lifted her skirt. The thought of Klaus staring straight at her silvery bat-shaped tuft meant nothing to her as she rubbed her clear, sopping wetness from her pussy.

As the sloppy remnants of Klaus' spurts rubbed into her privates, the process of regrowth began. Her hair shimmered a silver-bluish hue as the Blue Moon Rune glowed its sigil beside her. Cum, the young man's lifeblood, cascaded its innate power from the warm tingling center of her belly to every outer inch of her deceptively slender physique. Her faux-moonlit strands dulled in their brilliance for but an instant, exposing the most remarkable of her post-feed changes. Second by second and inch by inch, Klaus' white seed lengthened the vampire's full head of hair. What started as a brush of the shoulder length descended downward, over her purple cape and down her white gown. It halted at last at her skirt.

Her glow dispersed. She shifted her fresh, fragrant cum-hair behind her.

"Thanks for the meal, cutie." Sierra tossed her soiled napkin into the alley and turned to Leona's group. "Ah, Leona. You brought some friends to watch me at work."

Leona bowed. "This is Lady Jillia of the Highland kingdom, and this is-"

"Oh, that's Lucia from the Karaya," Sierra said. "I can smell a Karayan for miles. They're the only Grasslanders that smell like wild beasts when they're away from home."

"How dare you insult my people!" Lucia shouted.

"Yeah yeah yeah, I've heard it all before from your father. Listen, if it still bothers you tonight, come see me and I'll eat you out. You may even learn a thing or two from the world's one and only cumpire."

Lucia crossed her arms and snorted, head turned aside with disdain. "I'm a proud Karayan, not some wild sex predator."

"Mmm... that's not what your father said." Sierra's fangs snuck over the edge of her bottom lip as she formed a curly smirk.

The chieftain's scowl rose to a muted thin-lipped line as she stared in disbelief at the coven mistress. "What did you just-"

"OH MY GOD, IT'S REALLY QUEEN JILLIA!"

Those screamed words echoed down the street, and within seconds, Leona's entourage was surrounded, cornered near the seedy alley from whence Sierra came. They stood in all shapes and sizes, male and female, young and old: a plague of fanboys and fangirls.

"Where did all these people come from?!" Leona assessed the crowd as she did her hostly duty, turning herself into a defense between the onlookers and her guests.

"Look at her body! Why can't mine be perfect like that?" a fair dark-haired woman asked.
"What the hell man?" said a young man. "She looks nothing like the erotic fountain statue my dad bought in Haud. Where's her giant dick?! And why isn't she shooting milk out of her nipples?"
"I want you to have my babies!" Another man cried out above the throng.
"I want to have YOUR babies, Queen Jillia!" added a woman.

"... That's not... exactly... poss... what the hell is wrong with these people?" Leona muttered.

"It's okay." Jillia patted her guide's shoulder and stepped forward, past Leona and into the eager hawk-eyes of her adoring fans. "When you become queen, you learn that your true dominion has no boundaries. Everyone needs your aid and leadership, to make the world better and set a standard for future generations."

"Ahh... Queen Jillia!" A girl swooned, caught in the arms of her brother as Jillia moved ever closer to the crowd.

The queen took in every facet of her fanbase, stopping at last at a mother holding a newborn in her arms. Smitten by the lovely sight, Jillia smiled fondly, looked into the smoke-black eyes of the mother and asked, "What's your name?"

"M-me? I'm nobody, Queen Jillia. I'm just a commoner at the moment, on leave to take care of my newborn."

"That's nonsense. There's nothing common about you... about any of you," Jillia assured. "What's your name?"

"Oh Queen, you're always perfect with your words. My name is Milia."

"Milia. What a pleasant name. Are you native to this area?"

Milia shifted the bundle of joy in her arms. An involuntary blush arose as she felt the sting of a sharp early fang from her baby's mouth, moving a curl of her little girl's blonde hair as the baby suckled a teat. "I'm visiting from Toran. I heard an old acquaintance is a member of the Dunan Army, and I need some advice from Ayda while I'm here."

"Advice from Ayda? That would be..." Jillia reflected on the names she learned that day, "the woman with a unique connection with nature, is she not? What kind of advice do you need from a woman like her?"

"That's... that's personal," Milia cautiously answered.

"Oh, of course. I didn't mean to pry. What's your child's name, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Sharon."

"Sharon. Your family comes up with such pretty names, and if your beauty is any indication, she should grow into a fine lady herself. May I hold her?" Jillia requested.

"I would be honored!"

Milia winced as her daughter fought the separation of mouth from breast, lightly scraping sensitive skin with her tooth-tip. Milk dripped off Milia's nipple once freed, and soon little Sharon changed hands into Jillia's nurturing embrace. Nestling the girl under her own bare bosom, the queen looked down at Sharon and smiled.

"Your daughter has the most vivid red eyes," she said. "If I didn't know better, I'd say she has the eyes of a fierce drag- OW!"

Sharon chomped down for sustenance from the queen. Proving her uncommon power, the girl's lungs engulfed like a vacuum on Jillia's vulnerable nub. Though she would never admit it before the crowd, Sharon's inordinate capacity was such that Jillia felt a wave of warmth flow into her chest, coaxing for a liquid meal the queen could not provide. Gasping, she nearly fell when Lucia caught her, setting the queen back on her feet before again stepping away to watch.

"Queen Jillia! I'm so sorry!" Milia said.

"It's okay. Babes know nothing of the world, and there's another little girl in my castle who I regularly embrace into my clothed bosom when she has horrible nightmares." Yet as she said it, Jillia secretly gnashed her teeth at another tooth prick. "... But I think my body is not nearly as prepared for the rigors of motherhood as my mind. If it wouldn't be much trouble, could you..."

"Yes, of course!" Carefully, Milia eased Sharon from Jillia. A spot of drool lingered on the queen. "It's been an honor to speak with you, Queen Jillia. I may have a handkerchief on me if you wish to-"

"My turn!" someone shouted.

"Huh?!" As unrefined as the exclamation was, Jillia couldn't stop herself from letting it out as a woman leapt from the crowd and, of all things, began furiously kissing her mammaries. The perfect teardrop-shaped pair took on a flurry of warm, wet pecks across every clean dry speck, red lipstick staining against her flesh. The final destination was obvious, and quickly reached, as the redhead took the queen's nipple into her mouth and began sucking.

"Aaah..." A relaxed moan escaped Jillia, in spite of her wishes. Her air of elegance softly crumbled as she felt her long dress skirt lift, and another man's hand not-so-wanderingly dip into her loins. A third woman dove behind and buried her face in the queen's ass while the back of Jillia's skirt fell around her head. With the scene quickly transforming into a wild orgy, one thought alone crept into Jillia's mind: her mother. "Help! Lucia!"

CRACK!

Lucia's whip snapped like thunder, and with it the throng broke away like the parting of waves in an ocean. The man fondling the queen jerked his hand away, the woman at Jillia's breast released, and the woman underneath fell with the lovely sight of the queen's perspiring sex above her. The woman reached for the prize.

"Queen Jillia! Hurry! Into the rune shop!" Leona shouted.

Jillia ran into the building as the fanboys and fangirls swarmed, descending upon the establishment to reclaim their cherished celebrity for themselves.

"This is insane!" Leona said above the shouts and whistles. "The people living here have never acted this wild in the presence of an important figure, not for anyone except..."

"All of you, get inside the rune shop and keep the queen safe. I'll hold them off," Lucia offered, flicking her wrist to warn the Dunan people of her ferocious whip.

"That should be an easy task for you, filthmonger," Sierra teased.

"Don't test me, vampire," Lucia warned.

While her comrades retreated into the rune shop, Lucia kept a watchful eye on the assembled horde for any sudden movements. Among them, a muscled man stepped forward. His calmness assured reason and purpose, his graying black hair revealing the maturity of a man unlikely to succumb to the base sensations of lust. Relaxing her whip only for him, she listened as he spoke.

"Young lady, I was walking by and couldn't help but notice how awfully unkempt you are. I would expect that behavior from a man, but women should take better care of themselves. It would be a shame to let a beautiful body like yours hide under all that disgusting sweat and dirt. The name's Tetsu, come by my place some time and I'd be happy to let you have a nice hot bath free of charge."