Suikoden V: Relations

--Author’s note---

Wheee! I’m back! Miss me? Hehe!

At any rate, its time for more sexing! So, I suppose there ain’t much to say. Hopefully this will get me even more reviews! Thanks for all the support, and now…for smut!

---End Author’s Note---

Backroom Antics Part One

Prince Faroush yawned loudly, sitting near the edge of the large tower where the Inn was, staring at the crystal clear water’s slowly, his mind traveling back to memories long ago. It hadn’t been long since his family had been killed, his sister kidnapped and these madness thrust onto him. Trying to dissuade those sad thoughts, he thought back to a more…happy thought.

He remembered it well…his mother had called him in for a heart-to-heart talk…


FLASHBACK-O-VISION

Arshtat smiled at her son, her immaculate, angelic face lit up in a kind, maternal smile. Faroush grinned sheepishly as he walked over to her, and was taken by surprise when she engulfed him in a sudden hug. He found himself pulled into her large breasts, and he felt warm…safe.

She smelled sweet, like a rich perfume, kind of like flowers. Her jewelry tinkled as she moved, making it seem as if she was making music all the time. She kisses Faroush lightly on the forehead, smiling.

“My darling son…I want you to know, above all else, how proud of you I am.”

He choked back a tear, nodding, unable to say anything, but nothing need be said. It was as if she was saying goodbye…but…why would she be saying goodbye? She stepped back now, smiling serenely at him.

“You’ve grown so much now…a big, handsome young man.”

Moving closer, she stood before him, leaning down some, her hands moving down his chest. He blinked in confusion.

“Hmmm…its not right to do this…but…”

She grabbed his crotch suddenly, and he gasped. What the fuck? His mother’s hands moved up and down the length of him, growing harder in his pants, and he could do naught to stop it. She grinned enchantingly.

“I don’t know why I’m doing this…I feel compelled. I need you to accept this…if you feel its wrong, if you don’t want me…then we shant. But…I desire this, don’t ask me why…”

She moved forward, her lips meeting his, and they kissed, long, but soft, a minute seeming to last forever. Finally, she broke away, and Faroush let out a breath. Arshtat then actually blushed, something he’d never imagined the Queen of Falena doing. She stepped away, looking down.

“Do you want to leave?”
Faroush paused, then slowly shook his head, moving closer to his mother. He too, couldn’t understand it, but it felt that they had to do this. Some higher power compelled it. He kissed her back, this time roughly, lust and energy in the kiss, and they moved backwards.

Falling onto the large, opulent Throne, he kissed her passionately, his tongue dancing inside her mouth with hers. She raked her hands down his back, and before he knew it, his clothes were falling away one by one, leaving his bare, lean and muscular chest in plain view. She kissed down it, her skilled and experienced tongue toying with his nipples, eliciting quick, soft moans from her son.

His hands were not idle, caressing her silken bosom, opening the intricate royal outfit and freeing her large, bountiful orbs from their prison. Bouncing free, Arshtat giggled in delight, her large, erect nipples dark against the paleness of her fair skin. Faroush gasped, suddenly shy.

Arshtat kissed him again, and his mind melted. This was no amateur attempt at a lustful kiss. This was a long, deep kiss that spoke of years of passionate love-making, of pure seduction, of love, everything. He almost fainted, unable to do anything but take the magical kiss.

His arousal was obvious, but Arshtat wasn’t about to let him go at it yet. She pressed his head down, in between her monstrous breasts, chuckling. “Go ahead…bring back some old memories…”

His lips found her nipples, and his tongue slowly began to flick against the hard, erect nubs, his mind unable to conjure words, just colors or images. He suckled on her large breasts, squeezing and kneading the wonderous orbs, his hands and tongue eliciting soft, musical moans from Arshtat. Pressed against the Throne, sweat glistened off her fair body as he young son sucked and kneaded her breasts, her body shuddering in want.

Faroush pulled away finally, panting, looking up at his mother’s lust-clouded eyes. She smiled, her hands moving down her body.

“Do you want to taste the true power of Falena, my Prince?”

The Prince gasped as he saw his mother letting the remains of her outfit fall away, revealing a neatly shaven pussy, glistening before him. He swallowed, feeling almost awkward. She spoke, her voice quiet.

“Please…you…you know what I want…”

He moved closer, kissing her silken, smooth thigh, his tongue darting out to tease at her moist pussy, eliciting a soft moan from Arshtat. He lapped up her juices eagerly, her sweet taste exciting him…and the thought of how forbidden this act was even more so.

She gasped, grasping at the arms of the throne, letting out strangled gasps every so often and closing her eyes tight from pleasure and shock at how skilled he was. A reflex kicked in, and she clasped her silken legs closed against his head, like a vice. He gasped, but kept on, knowing only orgasm would prevent her from doing any sort of serious damage.

Orgasm soon came too, quite literally. She cried out, biting her lower lip and yelping as waves of pleasure rolled over her, and she relaxed her vice-like grip on her young son’s head, much to his comfort. He sat back, panting some, and she smiled warmly at him.

“Now…you must finish this…eh?”

He nodded, standing shakily to his feet and disrobing slowly, nervous now. After all, he was about to commit some sort of irreparable sin, and make himself something of a comical character. He was going to fuck his mother.

Freeing his throbbing, nine-inch manhood from the confines of his stately garb, he moved fast, to dismiss the nagging of his conscience, and grasped her hips, entering her in one fast motion.

Arshtat’s loud cry of pleasure was cut off by a hot kiss, as their two lips met and electricity of a nervous excitement flooded between them. He pressed her had against the throne, hammering away at her like a beast possessed, her silken robe trailing behind her, like a white, shimmering cloth. She groaned, silently mouthing his name and kissing at his smooth neck softly, grunting along with him.

Their bodies writhed, shaking in each other’s grasp, and with a might cry, she climaxed, along with her son, and the rune atop her forehead flashed bright white, engulfing the room…

And he’d awoken in his room. Things had…changed…before he could talk to her. He had no clue whether it had happened, whether it was a dream, or some combination of the two. In a way, he was glad that he didn’t have to learn the truth…one way, or the other.

END FLASHBACK-O-VISION


Faroush shook his head, dismissing the strange memory from his mind. Well, fuck. Now he was horny. Wonderful way to spend an afternood, lusting for his dead mother. He sighed, falling back and staring up at the ceiling, noticing some lewd grafitti that seemed to be calling Lun a goat. Subala’s handiwork, no doubt.

Down below, he could hear Egbert saying something about how water was in league with the “FILTHY GODWIN DEVILS” and whatnot, along with splashing and the sound of Byakuren growling in amusement. Faroush couldn’t help but chuckle at the strange background noises his castle was producing.

He stood up and turned back to the balcony, seeing Shigure, the Private Detective’s aide, go flying from a nearby window into the water, blasts of light launching after him, and Zerase yelling elaborate incantations and curses in whatever prose she spoke in.

Just a normal day. Or, so it would see, but while Faroush was admiring the scenary of the mishaps of the castle, Marina was admiring a different kind of scenary.

This scenary was, of course, Belcoot’s taut ass, which she’d been having a very much unrestricted viewing off for over an hour as he had been fixing the bed posts in all the rooms. She had complaints or refusals of his kind offer, of course. She just wished these beds would be squeaking for a…different reason.

She picked up the small bottle of Kanakan Supadry, a “rare” drink from Kanakan sold to her by Sairoh, the clever old Trading Post man. She had a feeling she’d been ripped off, but the drink was delightfully intoxicating, and she was in a mood to be intoxicated. Taking yet another long drag, she watched Belcoot finish screwing in another peg.

She muttered under her breath.

“Yeah…screw that peg like the dirty whore it is…”

Belcoot turned his head slightly, his voice muffled by the dust kicked up from under the bed.

“You say something?”

“Nooo~thing…”

She giggled, taking another long drag. Almost empty now, the bottle. Odd, it was full just a minute ago…

She felt emboldened, excited, heated…like some fire inside her had been lit up. Something was jumpin’ around, and she needed to release it, some how. So, she did the first thing that came to her mind. She slapped Belcoot, smack-dab on the rump. His reaction was to, of course, leap in surprise, causing him to strike his head on the bottom of the bed with a loud thunk.

“OW! What on”-

He never got a chance to finish, because as soon as he pulled himself out from under the bed, he found himself pinned down on top of it, by the surprisingly strong Marina, who had a hungry glint in her eye.

“M-Marina, um, are you all right?”

He let out a yelp as she began to violently throttle him, grinning like someone crazed.

“I’m just PEACHY! But, enough of pleasantries, Belcoot! We’ve played around this for FAR too long. Now its time to finally time to STOP playing and start…”

He whimpered, trying to decide if she was trying to kill him or rape him.

“Start…dating?”

“FUCKING!”

She laughed madly, pushing him against the wall, her lips meeting his in a rough, near-explosive kiss. There was a brief lull in time, as Belcoot went through a minor crisis of conscience: should he kiss her back and risk being killed by the girl he loved, or should he push her away, and almost certainly get killed by the rejected-feeling girl he loved? Deciding to listen, for once, to his manhood, he chose the option that would get him laid.

Their tongues met in a fierce dance of passion and desire, and he wrapped his strong, bare arms around her and returned her kiss with equal passion, moving her onto her back and straddling her. He broke off for an instant, to catch his breath.

“Are…are you sure you want to”-

“Oh fuck yes. Less talking, more kissing!”

She grabbed him again and pulled him down, ignoring the fact that she’d interrupted him to do this while he’d been fixing a broken bed. Coupled by the fact that she had/was throttling a rather heavy Kanakan swordsman along with herself on this bed, she really shouldn’t have been surprised when, just as she was undoing the straps of her dress, the bed broke.

CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAACK!

SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!

THUD!

“Ow.”

They both lay in a tangled web of limbs, the bed leg having snapped in two and sent the heavy bed crashing to the floor. They looked up at each other sheepishly and grinned nervously.

“I…wasn’t expecting that to happen.”
“I wasn’t expecting you to rape me either.”
“Well, are you complaining?”
“Did I say I was?”

Marina bit her lower lip and kisses him again, this time softer, and this time with true tenderness. She slid the straps of her dress off and broke away from his lips to kiss up and down his tanned neck, her tongue scraping across his smooth flesh, as his skilled hands undid the buttons to her white blouse, revealing her rather large breasts, confined to a lacy pink bra. She let out a lusty gasp as Belcoot grabbed her bra and ripped it off, her large breasts bouncing free.

She giggled and he blushed, staring hungrily at her round, luscious breasts, her dark pink nipples contrasting with the milky white of her skin. She reached forward, grabbing his hand and bringing it to her left breast.

“Go on. Take a feel.”

Feel he did. He squeezed her breasts hard, kneading it eagerly, grabbing the other and doing the same with his other hand, his long fingers digging into her soft flesh. She moaned softly as he circled his index fingers around her nipples, bringing his thumb up and pinching them softly. She groaned in pleasure again and again, kissing him hungrily on his bare chest, biting at his own nipples in response.

Soon they were back to kissing, and she began to slide off the rest of her dress, wanting more, much, much more. Her hands grasped his crotch, undoing his pants and freeing the thick, throbbing ten inch cock from within. She giggled knowingly and suddenly took it into her mouth, sucking furiously.

He groaned in pleasure as her small, wet mouth enclosed around his huge member, her teeth softly nipping into the head, her hands moving down his thighs, pulling his pants the rest of the way down, bobbing her head up and down the shaft like it was a Popsicle. Belcoot began to moan louder and louder, his hands sliding through his lover’s hair, causing her to inwardly beam.

His muscular body shuddered more and more, gasping aloud.

“AH…M…Marina…I…I’m…cumming!”

He let out a huge orgasm, spraying his thick, gloppy cum inside her waiting
mouth. She choked, pulling back and swallowing hurridly, before letting out a huge breath. He was still cumming, the thick, creamy seed dripping onto the bed.

She grinned bashfully as he moved closer, his huge length still hard. She wrapped her arms around him, resting her head softly on his shoulder, and opened her eyes…

To see a VERY surprised looking Prince Faroush Falena standing in the bedroom doorway, his eyes wide. Marina screamed, falling backwards, and Belcoot whirled around in alarm.

“AH! Y-Your Highness…what…why are you…?”

Silently, Faroush raised his arm, pointing at the broken bed. Of course…he’d heard the bed break. It had been rather loud. Marina and Belcoot looked away in embarrassment…but something caught Marina’s eye.

Mainly, the large bulging length poking out from the Prince’s black pants. From the size of it, it was almost as big as Belcoot’s…Marina, in her strangely emboldened mood, spoke words she’d never before thought she’d say.

“Would you like to join us, Your Majesty? This bed has room for one more…”

TO BE CONTINUED!


----Author’s Note---

I’m not terribly happy with this chapter. Its not the best I’ve done, and the extreme incest in the beginning got kinda awkward for me to write. I hope its still enjoyable, but that’s prolly the last time I do a mother/son pairing unless there’s a REALLY good reason for it.

At any rate, I am pleased with the BelcootxMarina. I wanted to make it comical and somewhat different, and I think I did that well, but of course, you need to tell me whether I screwed it up or not. At any rate, threesome next chapter, with yaoi! GASP

Sorry it was late. And thanks so much for the reviews, reads and (surprise) emails! I'm very much touched, which prompted me to chug this one out. R&R!

Till then, new computer on Thursday or Friday! Whooo! That means more, faster updates! Cheerio!