Suikoden V - Genso Freyjadour

The Queen was a complete cummy mess. Thick strands of her husband's and her son's sperm were trailing down her face, down from her the royal ridge of her nose to both of her cheeks, like several haphazard lines of a triangle, drawn erratically with thick white lines. At her chin the image melted away, with ropes of spooge hanging, drooling and dripping down... onto her already splattered heavy round tits, resting in the likewise cum-sovered hands of her son's bodyguard and lover, Lyon. The two sloppy royal cocks which had caused the whole mess were still squeezed between the Queen's breasts, twitching and still futilely dripping a few last drops of cum.



"Ah... see what I have to put up with, Lyon?" said Arshtat. "Constantly getting loads like this on my breasts, on my face, in my hair..."



Lyon only had a few strands and splatches of cum on her face and tits. "Oh, the Prince is just the same," she said nervously. She was addressing the Queen, who was covered with cum, and her hands were still on the Queen's tits. At the same time, she was thinking back to all the times Faroush had completely coated her and the bedsheets with cum before they were done, with her body sizzling with pleasure.



"Good. So you're used to cleaning up. Now do it for me, with your hair."



"Uh... what?" she replied, stupefied. Arshtat's expression was unchanged, and authorative even when decorated with sperm.



"Y-yes, Your Highness," Lyon then said.



She looked at Faroush, who was waiting with bated breath, his eyes shining. And then to Ferid, still heaving from the ordeal and watching with interest.



"Well?" said Arshtat, rising a little and letting the softening cocks from between her full breasts. Her big hanging tits glistened with glops of cum, and as she spoke, a strand hanging from her chin snapped and fell, hit her cleavage and slowly ran down the curve of her breast.



As Lyon started to move, the men disentangled and pulled themselves back to allow her more room. Faroush sitting up and Ferid leaning back also gave them a better view.



Lyon leaned over and started with a kiss on the Queen's sloppy mouth, tasting Faroush and Ferid's mixed cum, but that was not what Her Highness had requested, so she moved aside and pressed the side of her head against Arshtat's cheek, rubbing the cum there onto her hair, as well as her ear and cheek. Then she moved her head down along Arshtat's chin, catching the jizz there on the hair on top of her head, and onto the other cheek, likewise rubbing the cum there with the side of her head.



Ferid was still leaning casually up, resting and watching the show. Faroush wasn't content with just watching, with the sight of Lyon using her hair to clean his mother of his and his father's sperm stirring an anxious passion within him. He was breathing heavily and he was hardening again, but rather than disturb the scene, he spread his legs and leaned back a little, and started stroking himself. As he took his hand up and down the slimy member, his lean frame arched in the position, each pulse made him harder, and he almost felt like he could spurt another load right there.



Lyon wiped Arshtat's mouth on the bangs on her forehead, and then lifted her head to look at the Queen. She was mostly clean, or at least looked cleaner than before, even though there were some white spots and stray strands, and her skin was glistening with a sheen of semen.



Her own face was now wet with with a cummy sheen, and her black hair was wet and crisscrossed with white strands of spunk.



"Mm... well done. But there's more," said Arshtat, and looked down at her cum-covered tits.



"Yes," said Lyon with bright eyes, and tongue-kissed the Queen excitedly.



Eventually, Arshtat detached and rose up on her knees, and walked over to Ferid. With a glance to the masturbating Faroush, she said, "Are you going to let your son get the best of you?"



Then she bent down, offering Ferid a close view of her beautiful cum-splattered breasts, and he rose a little to lick and kiss one cummy nipple.



"U-uh," she goaded, shaking her finger at him, and as she left, he grabbed his resting member and started coaching its upwards-leaning tendencies.



Arshtat approached Faroush, whose gaze went up and down her body and then focused on her tits, before coming back to her face, and he never stopped stroking his hard, wet shaft, where her gaze went. "I did not think I would someday actually see my son like this. Naked, legs spread and displaying his hard cock without shame as he jerks off to me... though I have often thought about it."



"You should have just asked, Mother," said Faroush in his lusty haze. Then Arshtat hung her tits down for Faroush again, and without question, he hungrily licked and kissed his mother's sperm-coated mounds.



"Oh Faroush, leave some for Lyon," she said and rose, to look back at the petite bodyguard. She was helping out Ferid, bent down to suck his cock, which was almost standing up again. On Arshtat's call, she immediately came back to her, and Ferid was back to stroking his now thicker than before meat.



Lyon gave Arshtat an adoring look as she looked up at Arshtat, and she gave an approving smile. Some of the cum in her hair was already drying, but that was about to been seen to. Lyon raised her hair with her hands and started rubbing it onto Arshtat's sperm-smeared tits, mopping the cum into her hair.



Then Lyon turned around and sat in Arshtat's lap, surprising her. This was so that the Queen's loyal servant could lean her head back between the partially cleaned cleavage, and clean the rest with the relatively clean back and underside hair. She moved her head between Arshtat's tits and aided the cleaning with her hands, using her black mane as a mop until the Queen's bust was mostly clean, but with a telling sheen making her breasts shine with what was left of the cum.



Lyon's hair only barely in anything resembling its normal form, disheveled and starched with the cum. White stripes were crisscrossing her sperm-soaked black hair, but most of the sticky stuff had already seeped in and could only be seen in the wet look of her hair. It was as if she had been given a hairdo from a different era, with enough gel to last in a storm.



"Well?" she said and turned her bright, cute eyes up at the Queen. Her face was glistening wet with a coating of cum, with some stray strands picked up here and there.



"Lyon, I applaud your thoroughness," she said back to her. She was casually caressing the more petite girl's body, slowly moving toward her black teen bush.



"No, Your Highness, please... I want Faroush..."



Arshtat stopped, but only for a second, then she continued and gave Lyon's nether regions a soft caress with her fingers. She gasped softly.



"You want Faroush's what?" asked Arshtat.



Lyon glanced at the object of her desire, the excited Prince, eagerly stroking his erect member. "I-I want his hard cock," she heaved, as Arshtat brushed close to her clit.



"And you want Faroush..?" the Queen continued, and softly stroked her hooded nub.



"A-ah... I want to fuck Faroush until he makes me come!" she moaned, and then Arshtat stopped.



"Only that long? An easy request to fill, provided my son lives up to the expectations I set upon him."



Arshtat helped Lyon rise up from her lap, only for her to kneel back down after a few steps over to Faroush. His body was sweaty, and his lust-hazed eyes kept going over her disheveled, sperm-starched hair. When she was close enough, he instantly pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss, and their tongues were locked fiercely around each other until they were gasping for air. Then Lyon detached, and they gazed at each other's eyes, heaving for breath. He had stopped his stroking, and his hand was just below the swollen, wet head of his dick.



When Lyon looked down at his member, her pussy pulsed with the need to have him inside her. She moved a little and kissed his chest, licked his nipples, and moved her hand down to tug at Faroush's piece, which also got him to let go of it as he gave the shaft a few strokes. Then she rose a little, just enough to place Faroush's slimy staff of meat between her thighs, at the entrance to her cove, entrenched the rigid shaft in her warm folds, and started fucking him rapidly, staying up.



"Ah," sighed Faroush, with the pleasure of Lyon's pussy wrapping and grinding his dick, and the pleasure of watching the movement of her beautiful body, and the glowing expression on her cute, flushed face. He could also see his parents stopping and starting to move... and his mother moved toward him, on all fours, her lovely tits hanging down beautifully, jiggling and swaying with each move she made.



However, she stopped at Lyon, taking hold of her small butt and kissing it. Then she rose up and pressed her body against Lyon's, rocking with her movements as the bodyguard fucked her son, and caressed her pert breasts as her own full tits pressed against Lyon's back.



"Oh, Your Highness," moaned Lyon, her eyes becoming hazy, and whether she meant Faroush or the Queen wasn't important.



Ferid had waited back for a while, but now he was fitting his tool on Arshtat's nether lips. He managed one push in when Arshtat quipped, "Oh, not yet, Ferid," so he just pulled out, drawing some more of her wetness to trail on her slick thighs. Ferid slapped his cock on her full butt a couple of times before she moved again, around Lyon. Arshtat kissed her breasts first, then moved up to her mouth and gave her a long, wet kiss.



After that, she turned her attention to Faroush, who was obviously hazed from the pleasure of Lyon fucking him rigorously, and likewise moaning with pleasure.



When Arshtat leaned over to kiss her son like Lyon, his hands quickly found their way to her heavy tits, still slightly wet. He felt the weight of her breasts, caressed their round form, and played with her nipples as he tongue-kissed his mother. Meanwhile, Ferid wrapped his arm around Arshtat's waist as he slid his cock inside her from behind. As he started fucking his wife, his eyes were drawn to the rapturous sight of Lyon riding his son, her hair smeared with their semen and her eyes lost in unquenched lust. Then Ferid started rubbing Arshtat beside thrusting inside her silver-framed cunt.



That made Arshtat get off from Faroush, saying, "Oh! Yes! Darling, yes..."



"Are you -uh- sure those things you said to Lyon didn't excite you more? You're pretty -hmh- wet down here."



"Just fuck me!" she urged.



"That would be a yes then," he commented under his breath, and thrust vigorously into Arshtat, making her actually squeal.



Lyon moved rapidly back and forth, bumping Faroush's hard staff inside her. It felt good, fantastically good. She opened her eyes and looked at the others. Faroush's face was alit with the pleasure they were sharing, and bent over him was the Queen, the round curves of her body shining with a sheen of perspiration. Behind her was Ferid, fucking her and making her moan with pleasure, just like Lyon realized she was doing as she rode Faroush ever quicker.



Then Arshtat moved, offering her boobs over Faroush's mouth again. As her son's mouth latched on to her tits, her husband moved behind her and offered his thick cock back into her needy pussy. Faroush licked and kissed her mother's impressive jugs hungrily, feeling their curve with his lips and her erect nipples with his tongue, lathering them wet again. Lyon also caressed her, taking her hands across her upper back and reaching out to caress her left breast, then she moved her hands back to Faroush's body.



The teen bodyguard was in a haze of pleasure, her body filled with heat and her cove filled with Faroush's shaft. "Touch me," she pleaded, and lowered her body closer to Arshtat's. Even with his vision obscured by the Queen's bust, Faroush quickly found Lyon's body, and started caressing her breasts and skin, sending shivers through her. The fire building inside her was about to consume her, she was about to--then Arshtat yelped. Loud. Eyes suddenly wide, Lyon realized the Queen was coming. Her full body writhing in front of her, Faroush almost getting smothered by her tits as she moved quickly back and forth against Ferid, who was grinning like the biggest Island Nations stereotype possible.



Suddenly it all hit Lyon, and her loud and shrill cries of pleasure joined Arshtat's trembling, passionate moans. Ripples of sensual release went through her, emotional and visible, making her lean body shiver and writhe. Faroush's touch on her skin, his hard shaft deep in her, the Queen climaxing with her, Ferid's look, the dried cum in her hair, her naked body, sensations and thoughts pulsed in her mind and completely overwhelmed her, and she kept riding Faroush, in total and utter ecstacy.



The sight of his mother releasing all her pent up sexual tension on top of him, and Lyon coming behind her, grinding his dick ferociously in her climax, enflamed Faroush's lust ever higher, and he wanted nothing more to devour and grope his mother's breasts as she came, and to shoot his load right into Lyon and fill her with his cum, but even though he was so hungry for Arshtat's tits that he couldn't breathe well he couldn't get enough of them, and despite letting go of all blocks, he wouldn't climax, Lyon just grinded his shaft and eventually stopped, and he still hadn't come. However, his mother had, and lost her support, exhausted, pressing on Faroush.



Finally, out of breath and out of steam, Lyon collapsed on top of the Queen, who had collapsed on top of Faroush, who was trying hard to breathe.



"Wow! Nothing like two moaning and panting women on top of you, right son?" called Ferid, and topped it off with loud laughter and appreciative slap on Arshtat's round, reclined butt.



Faroush managed to extend his head out from the jumble of flesh, and drew deep breath.



"Uhh, I guess..." he said, somewhat underappreciating the feel of the two shivering, sweaty female bodies pinning him down. Then Arshtat opened her eyes slightly, smiling with bliss, and moved just enough to kiss Faroush again. Lyon rose up a little, slipping off from Faroush's shaft, and lazily moved beside Faroush to kiss him, too. Ferid wasn't about to get left out, and kneeled down to share a long kiss with his wife. Then he moved around the others and gave Lyon a quick kiss and a feel of her breasts, while Arshtat pressed her lips on her son's again. When he rose back up, Lyon responded by slipping her mouth on his slimy, erect shaft, tasting Arshtat's fluid on his meat.



"You -mm- mustn't let this -ah- go to waste -slp-," she said.



Ferid reached out and grasped her cum-starched black hair, now striped with white.



"You want more?" he asked.



"Yes..." she said with a hazy, surrendered look, and both Ferid and Faroush's members instantly dispensed a big glop of precum, Ferid's right on Lyon's tongue.



Arshtat rose up and took Lyon off from Ferid's cock to kiss her again, bending her head backward with a firm grip on her disheveled hair. Her curvaciousness pressed her lips hungrily on the cute bodyguard's mouth, and probed the sex fluids on her tongue. When Faroush used the chance to rise up, Arshtat broke off from Lyon's mouth to get a different taste of her - by mouthing Faroush's cock. She licked her son's hard-on mostly clean of Lyon's juices, then kissed Lyon again to give her a taste of her own nectar.



"They're at it again," said Faroush and started stroking his member.



"I never thought Arshtat and Lyon would look this hot kissing each other," commented Ferid and also started stroking away.



"I... uh--nevermind," muttered Faroush.



"That mess in her hair," started Ferid, moving away from the topic instead of asking if Faroush had fantasized about him ejaculating on his girlfriend. "The palace hairdresser can handle it discreetly and easily."



"Yeah, we know," said Faroush. "We always wondered why he was so good at it. It's because of you and mom..."



"And Sialeeds, of course," added Ferid.



Then Arshtat detached from Lyon. "And Haswar was quite the wild one in her teen years."



"Really?!" asked both the teens.



"She was more Sialeeds than Sialeeds. Often we would find her naked on her bed at midday, still sleeping, her body covered with dried semen and the sheets starched with it. And other days she would be awake, but only because she still had company, not even minding us to stop midway."



"Wow," gasped Lyon.



Arshtat grabbed the sides of her face. "And you like to get covered with my son's sperm, Lyon?"



"Yes..." she admitted.



"And you like to cover sweet Lyon with your cum, Faroush?"



"Yeah," he gasped, heaving from his excitement.



"Welcome to the family," said Arshtat back to Lyon.



"Mom, Lyon, could you go like you were before--?" asked Faroush.



After one more kiss, Arshtat rolled to the side and then helped Lyon lay down in her lap, placing her head between the Queen's plump pillows.



The men moved closer, beating off rapidly, and the expectant Lyon catched some drooling strands of precum from their cocks. Arstat was caressing her body all over, from her wet pussy to stomach to breasts to shoulders to even her armpits.



Ferid grunted. "Ready to come, son?"



"Yeah. Let's spray Lyon's face white with our cum, dad!"



Hearing the Prince talk like that sent Lyon over the edge, and in heated lust she begged, "Yes! Prince, Commander, I'm your servant! Bathe me with as much of your jizz as you like! Glaze my face white with your sperm! Spray your cum in my hair! Use my body as you like!"



The two men were in position, ready to spurt their spooge on her, and after an encouragement like that, both went over the edge.



"Lyon!" groaned Ferid, and spurted his first thick rope as he reached release of his straining tension.



"Lyon! You're--so--beautiful!" exclaimed Faroush and lost himself to orgastic bliss.



Father and son groaned, roared and heaved in a choir of male orgasm, their bodies shuddering as shocks of pleasure went through them. Their cocks were pointed straight at Lyon, and she was getting sprayed with a neverending shower of spooge. In her excitement, she kept moaning and yelping, "Ah!--Oh!--Mm!" as the strands of royal seed splashed on her skin. They had aimed at her forehead, which got quite a few spurts, but despite that, their cum was flying haphazardly in every direction on its own laws. Thus the Queen got to enjoy a spurt or two, and a few more, on her mouth and face, and much more on her chest and breasts around Lyon's head.



After only a short while, Lyon's visage was completely changed, and the two men were heaving with exertion, hard cocks still dripping cum down on mostly Lyon's body. Numerous strands had splashed across her forehead and hairline, and the cum had trailed down from there along her face. Thick, white trails went across her eyebrows and closed eyelids, down her nose and over her cheeks, and there were more loads splattered everywhere on her face, especially all over her slightly open lips. Cum was dripping from her chin to her chest and her pert, now sperm-decorated tits. There were several strands running over or down to Arshtat's voluptuous tits as well, but most of the cum that wasn't on Lyon's skin was in her hair. Strands of fresh sperm hung down from her hair and clung to it, and crisscrossed with dried strands of the previous load. More of her locks were being glued together with sperm or joined by a thread hanging between them. She was a complete cummy mess, and Ferid and Faroush could hardly believe her beauty when they recovered enough to look.



"Well, well, isn't this a nice family get-together?"



The voice had come from a little farther away, and they all turned to look, even Lyon who kept her eyes closed.



"Sialeeds!" exclaimed Ferid.



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