Kvar/Lloyd challenge fic
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+S through Z › Tales of Symphonia
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,305
Reviews:
4
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0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Tales of Symphonia, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Hi 123, lol, it is funny that Lloyd would stand there exposed for a very long time until I updated this. I can't believe I wrote thisO_o Definately an NC-17, uh, graphic but short. Lloyd and Kratos are too related, I don't think I can write another. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
I beheld the ravishing being before me, the very image of grace without effeminacy, a wise and ancient creature a knight from long ago. I felt idiotic standing here in the rawness of my exposed arousal. I wanted to die before this majestic creature, my Kratos.
“Calm down,” he said simply, a gentle smile curling in the corners of his lips.
He showed affection to no one but me. What’s this unspoken soulful bond that joins us, Kratos and I?
“It’s okay,” he continued, running his hand along the nape of my neck, brushing hairs across it that make me even harder, I cringe feeling my stiff manhood press up against my belly.
It was times like this that made me jealous I wasn’t a woman, I could be aroused without anyone knowing alone in the intimacy of my own melting wetness. I sniffled wanting to cry.
“I know you have feelings,” Kratos stated softly, pressing my face against his powerfully muscled chest, exposed with only a towel around his waist, as he was ready to soak in the hot springs like me.
My twitching member caught sandwiched between us, driven even wilder by the heat of his body into a throbbing frenzy, I bit down on my lower lip and cried. “Kratos, I’m sorry,” I sniffled, tearing myself away.
“Please, Lloyd, calm down,” the gorgeous seraph said evenly, refusing to let me go, his iron tight grasp strong as well as comforting.
I just wanted to melt in his arms, drowned in sweet sensation, for this love I always dreamed of in the arms of an angel, my angel, my Kratos, my lover.
“Its common people have feelings.” Kratos cupped my cheeks; blush rising brightly in them, pulling me close.
He has such a subtle way of saying things without hurting me directly. Why he is afraid of breaking my heart? I’m just a hormone driven teenager who needs to get laid, but is afraid to be a man and grow up. Score with the girls, isn’t that what all our peers say? I don’t want to be like that. I want to have respect. But greatest, I want him, Kratos. My feelings, my hormones, emotions, everything has built up in me since I met him making me mad.
“There’s no need to feel sorry,” Kratos’s gentle musings continued. He angled my face up so we met eye to eye. “It’s natural when you like someone, your body reacts the way it does.”
Stopping acting like my father, I’m just a stupid teen, Dirk and I never discussed those things, I wanted to say.
“So just accept what you feel.” Kratos lowered me in his arms, placing my feet into the hot spring’s soothing water.
He ran his hands across my forehead, tracing my eyebrows, down the bridge of my nose lightly pinching its tip, drawing circles around my cheeks, outlining my lower lip, his fingertips along my jaw made me shiver. Arching my back up, head cocked back, I let sensations overtake me.
His playful fingers trailed down my neck, over my Adam’s apple, resting in the dip between my collarbones, darting left to capture my left nub, seizing it in his mouth, teeth lighting grazing, I gasped falling down on the gravel behind me. Moving to the right, he alternated hard teeth with met tongue, swirling around as if he licked a lollypop teasing my hardening flesh.
Chest heaving, pulse pounding, soft moans escaping, I let him overtake me pushing up against his powerful manly frame. His breathing deepening, he moves lower, his skillful fingers sliding down below my stomach over the smooth skin above my groin. Stomach muscles tightening, my hips coiled back, my body wanting to come as if his hand really grasped my intimacy.
Smiling mischievously, he let me think I would, then his fingers maneuvered like a thief in the night around the base of my shaft, wrapping up around its tapered form, teasing the underside as up it played, twitching, throbbing, maddening. It felt like an entire blanket of lava was thrown around me when he grabbed my length fully, pumping in a stately measured rhythm, sliding down and up, up and down, fondling my fleshly sac beneath in sync.
I felt myself hurled in ecstasy, a world of pure pleasure with every thrust his hot hands gave. Then came delightful torture with his warm wet cavern parting, soft silken lips melting around the tip of my length, clear liquid forming. My fleshly sac tightened, blood rushed through, I groaned taken up by his mouth to the hilt of my pulsing length. He bobbed his head lazily up and down, quite adept without choking, taking me fully in.
My hips thrust foreword in unison with his bobbing, my palms turned up gently supporting the weight of his moving head.
“Goodness!” I cried feeling myself loose control.
He released the fullness of my length dripping with saliva just as I came, muscles coiled in the lower regions of my body releasing in orgasmic spasm, waves of pleasure cresting and crashing through, I unleashed a primal growl from the back of my throat moaning in sweet satisfaction, god, it felt so good.
I saw my hot sticky white essence hit him on his chest.
“I’m sorry!” I cried, blushing, grabbing the towel around his waist to wipe him off.
He smiled softly, I saw the full beauty of his exposed arousal, seeing he was ready for the same treatment he gave me, my angel, my Kratos.
End.
Chapter 2
I beheld the ravishing being before me, the very image of grace without effeminacy, a wise and ancient creature a knight from long ago. I felt idiotic standing here in the rawness of my exposed arousal. I wanted to die before this majestic creature, my Kratos.
“Calm down,” he said simply, a gentle smile curling in the corners of his lips.
He showed affection to no one but me. What’s this unspoken soulful bond that joins us, Kratos and I?
“It’s okay,” he continued, running his hand along the nape of my neck, brushing hairs across it that make me even harder, I cringe feeling my stiff manhood press up against my belly.
It was times like this that made me jealous I wasn’t a woman, I could be aroused without anyone knowing alone in the intimacy of my own melting wetness. I sniffled wanting to cry.
“I know you have feelings,” Kratos stated softly, pressing my face against his powerfully muscled chest, exposed with only a towel around his waist, as he was ready to soak in the hot springs like me.
My twitching member caught sandwiched between us, driven even wilder by the heat of his body into a throbbing frenzy, I bit down on my lower lip and cried. “Kratos, I’m sorry,” I sniffled, tearing myself away.
“Please, Lloyd, calm down,” the gorgeous seraph said evenly, refusing to let me go, his iron tight grasp strong as well as comforting.
I just wanted to melt in his arms, drowned in sweet sensation, for this love I always dreamed of in the arms of an angel, my angel, my Kratos, my lover.
“Its common people have feelings.” Kratos cupped my cheeks; blush rising brightly in them, pulling me close.
He has such a subtle way of saying things without hurting me directly. Why he is afraid of breaking my heart? I’m just a hormone driven teenager who needs to get laid, but is afraid to be a man and grow up. Score with the girls, isn’t that what all our peers say? I don’t want to be like that. I want to have respect. But greatest, I want him, Kratos. My feelings, my hormones, emotions, everything has built up in me since I met him making me mad.
“There’s no need to feel sorry,” Kratos’s gentle musings continued. He angled my face up so we met eye to eye. “It’s natural when you like someone, your body reacts the way it does.”
Stopping acting like my father, I’m just a stupid teen, Dirk and I never discussed those things, I wanted to say.
“So just accept what you feel.” Kratos lowered me in his arms, placing my feet into the hot spring’s soothing water.
He ran his hands across my forehead, tracing my eyebrows, down the bridge of my nose lightly pinching its tip, drawing circles around my cheeks, outlining my lower lip, his fingertips along my jaw made me shiver. Arching my back up, head cocked back, I let sensations overtake me.
His playful fingers trailed down my neck, over my Adam’s apple, resting in the dip between my collarbones, darting left to capture my left nub, seizing it in his mouth, teeth lighting grazing, I gasped falling down on the gravel behind me. Moving to the right, he alternated hard teeth with met tongue, swirling around as if he licked a lollypop teasing my hardening flesh.
Chest heaving, pulse pounding, soft moans escaping, I let him overtake me pushing up against his powerful manly frame. His breathing deepening, he moves lower, his skillful fingers sliding down below my stomach over the smooth skin above my groin. Stomach muscles tightening, my hips coiled back, my body wanting to come as if his hand really grasped my intimacy.
Smiling mischievously, he let me think I would, then his fingers maneuvered like a thief in the night around the base of my shaft, wrapping up around its tapered form, teasing the underside as up it played, twitching, throbbing, maddening. It felt like an entire blanket of lava was thrown around me when he grabbed my length fully, pumping in a stately measured rhythm, sliding down and up, up and down, fondling my fleshly sac beneath in sync.
I felt myself hurled in ecstasy, a world of pure pleasure with every thrust his hot hands gave. Then came delightful torture with his warm wet cavern parting, soft silken lips melting around the tip of my length, clear liquid forming. My fleshly sac tightened, blood rushed through, I groaned taken up by his mouth to the hilt of my pulsing length. He bobbed his head lazily up and down, quite adept without choking, taking me fully in.
My hips thrust foreword in unison with his bobbing, my palms turned up gently supporting the weight of his moving head.
“Goodness!” I cried feeling myself loose control.
He released the fullness of my length dripping with saliva just as I came, muscles coiled in the lower regions of my body releasing in orgasmic spasm, waves of pleasure cresting and crashing through, I unleashed a primal growl from the back of my throat moaning in sweet satisfaction, god, it felt so good.
I saw my hot sticky white essence hit him on his chest.
“I’m sorry!” I cried, blushing, grabbing the towel around his waist to wipe him off.
He smiled softly, I saw the full beauty of his exposed arousal, seeing he was ready for the same treatment he gave me, my angel, my Kratos.
End.