Suikoden II - The Pantsu Brigade

Author's Note: Hello everyone! So. It's been a while since I continued the fic. This chapter STILL isn't finished despite its length, though the last part when I write it probably won't be very long. Firstly, to those of you reviewing, thanks very much for your reviews. I used to respond to them with my own review-responses, and I had one for GoldenDragon especially, but then I got a warning from AFF staff that I can't do it anymore, and if I do then my fic will be hidden. Anyway, I hope all of you enjoy this new part.


Leona sauntered into Jeane's store. Tinkly shop music, common all through the newly rebuilt North Window, flooded her with memories of ice cream carts, back in her innocent playful days as a little girl licking coned vanilla scoops. She looked over to Jeane as she remembered the taste of nice, thick, creamy spoo-

No. She waved the sparkling pink Charm Rune magic from her face, reminding herself not to beg the rune mistress for a chance to taste her delicious puss.

"Teehee, you're a rude group. Have you never heard of knocking?" Jeane giggled.

"Don't... don't pretend to have modesty, Jeane. We need to talk."

Leona whimpered. As a bar matron, she developed womanly charms to draw men and particular women to her business. The elegance of a tight black hair bun and long smoking pipe mingled the maturity of wisdom and vigor of youth into a wrapping of long red dress. Through wide hips, she lured the eyes of lusting drunk men into another mug's worth of her brew. In the art of seduction, she was a master... and yet she stood before a true artist of the craft like some naive child playing house before her mother's watchful gaze.

Calm, cool and collected, Jeane lounged against her countertop. Her elbow supported the bored resting of her palm against her cheek. Her svelte and sleek frame cascaded perfection, curved and filled like a goddess chiseled from runestone. There was something hypnotic in the way she poised in feline grace, her high ponytail of volumed silver hair flowing like a cascade waterfall past her shoulders. Her bosom, small and tender, peeked jiggling undercleavage in her scandalous white dress. Leona caught one of Jeane's purple-gloved hands inching along the sweat-shining expanse of bare midriff.

Like a deer observing torchlight, the bar mistress stared in calm, aroused confusion. Objectively, logically, the finer features of Jeane's body underperformed in every field next to the likes of Oulan's gargantuan bust or her own shapely behind. That knowledge availed Leona little in calming the thump in her heart, the heat in her breath, the twitch in her loins. Jeane's mysterious soul poured forth in her delicately supple, ethereal charms, the wonders of a spirit from beyond made manifest. She was a titan, a sexual goddess of curves and kinks, connoisseur of all the cleanest and dirtiest little secrets known in the bodies of women and men.

"Aww, you're no fun," Jeane exaggerated her playful pout. "Then again, you're more fun than this boring lay Richie is giving me. I've had bee stings bring me closer to an orgasm."

Leona's perception widened into the act she should have spotted from the moment she set foot in the rune shop, grunts and groans and moans shaking the surrounding glassware.

A drawn-out yawn from Jeane mocked the shaking nervous frustration of the man behind her: Richmond. The private investigator's green trenchcoat hung agape, and he bit on his burnt-out cigarette stub as he fumbled his hands along the rune mistress' hips.

Bizarre, that was the word Leona thought as she watched this expert investigator and sex goddess mate. His eyes said what his lips could not. He was out of his league. The comical failings of a pudgy man seduced by Jeane's charms played endlessly behind the counter through his scraggly short hair, drenched pink shirt and the wide trembling pools of his dark eyes as he stared down at the woman whose loins squeezed tight around him like a shark's jaws.

"S-s-s-s-sorry mistress!" Richmond stammered. A drop of his sweat stained Jeane's luscious bare back. He thrust deeper with withering tired force as she giggled, picked up his gold coin - HIS gold coin - and took it as her own with a high thumb-flip.

"Teehee, it's okay. Not every man can be Johann. Keep trying. If four hours couldn't do it, surely you'll get the hang of it by the five hour mark." On her fourth coin toss, Jeane snatched it in midair and set her eyes squarely on Leona. "Why did you bring Sierra here? Is it because you know children and old hags can resist my charms?"

Sierra and Leona scowled. The vampire's eyes glowed with a rise of bloodlust. "OLD HAG?! How old are you again? Five thousand?"

"A lady never reveals her age. Where have you learned your bedside manner for the past century?" Jeane lifted her wine glass, the white spunk within settling as she grinned. "Oh yes, alleys. I thought vampires were supposed to suck blood, not cock."

Sierra growled over the churn of her stomach. "What would you know about being a vampire, you ancient hussy? I've seen how you get that pathetic dye job. I can even smell it from here."

"Teehee, you're a voyeur too. How cute for an old hag." Her lilting giggle danced with a wave of her wine glass, and a touch of magic made the brew sparkle. Every move drew the coven mistress' eyes, Sierra's hunger pangs rising over the innocent shop music. "I don't need to grow white hair when I have armies of men ready to help me get much more beautiful, shining silver hair."

Sierra's playful ease with Klaus vanished in the presence of an equal... no, her better. The rune mistress indulged in the passions of men of her own free will, lazing about and basking in the afterwarmth of admiration fit for a goddess... while Sierra herself skulked in the shadows for meals her body required. Lines of men and women came for miles to enjoy even the faintest look on Jeane. Everything supplied to the rune mistress, Sierra had to hunt like some rabid dog sniffing down prey in the wilds of civilization. Sierra eyed the ambrosia in Jeane's hand and suppressed an unsated gurgle from her belly. "I wouldn't even put up with you if I didn't need to escape from Queen Jillia's admirers."

Jeane looked past the vampire stomping toward the counter, back at the softly moaning queen in their midst. Her charms fixed Jillia to the spot. She wondered if the vampire could smell the queen's own brand of cream dripping through royal hands, Jillia attempting to restrain the overwhelming burst of lust fanning in her stomach. A light squirm broke from the queen, as if loosening a pair of invisible panties bunched into her pussy. Jeane's interest upon Highland's female monarch snapped back to Sierra as the cumpire snatched the wine glass.

"Seeing how you're so content with the bumbling idiot behind you, I think I'll relieve you of this delicacy and have some for myself." Sierra proudly announced her brutish snatch and conquer tactics with a back-toss of her head. She gulped, closed her eyes, let the taste wash over her mouth... and promptly spit the whole white gooey mess across the counter. "Oh ugh, pig cum. You'll drink anything, won't you Jeane?"

"Teehee, I asked Ayda for some of this to test your so-called expertise the next time you came into my shop. I guess you're not so special after all, are you?"

"I'm a connoisseur of cum! It's just... my nose is a little off from Klaus and that aura of sex wafting off you. It's worse than the smell of horny pussy coming from Queen Jillia."

Jeane smirked. "Richmond, feel free to tell Lord Riou that Sierra is well-acquainted with the taste of swine sperm." With one victory under her belt, she dipped her arm under the counter and retrieved a new wine glass. She barely had it near her lips when Sierra again took it from her grasp. The vampire sniffed long and deep, confirming its origin before trying this new batch. Sierra gulped the warm gel in a single unending flow. It cascaded down her chin, painting the front of her purple cape and mixing seamlessly into her white dress. Smiling, she tossed the wine glass aside with a loud shatter. "Ah, men hold such delicious, miserable secrets."

"Take as much as you want, I don't need it to survive like some old hags." Jeane teased.

"Hmph. Say whatever you want, ancient hussy. I'm out of here."

She wiped the corner of her mouth and burst into a cloud of bats. Screeching and crying, they rushed through the shop door. Their teeming exit woke another of Jeane's guests from its silent rest. It rose up and leaned out from Richmond's pink shirt, breaking into a spree of ear-piercing barks. Its ears shifted and head cocked side to side as it listened to its master's master.

"Oh behave, you noisy mutt. I already told you I don't do dogs, that's Ayda's job. Unless..." A wicked gleam hid in Jeane's candy pink, glittering eyes. "Queen Jillia, why don't you show Fido here a good time. You want to make a good impression on the Dunan Army, don't you?"

Through the ruffled dress skirt, the patches of pink arousal on the queen's chest, and a spattering of red lipstick on her breast, Queen Jillia displayed all the marks of a woman loving and loved in all the wrong ways. Her breath grew heavy with the panting of her heart, and through it she showed the raw power possessed by rune mistress Jeane.

This was a common reaction when anyone saw the first wonder of the world, standing behind such a disgustingly common wooden shop counter. With such beauty, one would think the woman would sit on a throne of gold and diamonds, Queen Jillia kissing one foot and the late Queen Arshtat licking her other foot, an endless procession of lords and kings eager and failing to prove themselves as men that could handle her sexual might. Such was the woman's charms, that Leona drew another puff of smoke from her pipe, nipples hardened by the sudden erotic thought of herself and every other woman dressed as maids and jesters ready to serve and amuse the one true queen of this world.

"Y-y-yes mistress!" Jillia answered.

"Jeane!" Leona stepped forward and pressed a delicate halting hand against Jillia's bare chest, causing an abrupt bounce from the pair. "This is the Queen of Highland for god sakes. Treat her with some respect."

"Oh come on, you know she would love sex with dogs. Isn't that right, queenie?" Jeane winked.

Jillia blushed. Her hands rose to play with her loose breasts, squeezing, kneading, pinching her pretty pink nipples as desire to please the runemistress overflowed and pulsed in her womb. "W-well, I asked Ayda to send a golden wolf to Highland Castle because they remind me so much of my brother. I'm not interested in sex with animals but I can make an exception for you..."

"How scandalous! I have a great idea, why don't you go get your favorite golden wolf from Ayda and bring it back here so you can have sex with it in front of the Dunan Army? You could name it after your brother and pretend you're having sex with him. Bestiality AND incest!"

"Jeane!" shouted Leona.

"Teehee, it was worth a try. So what brings you here?"

"As I told you, there are a few things we need to discuss. I saw Millie while I introduced Queen Jillia to Ayda." Leona shivered at the memory of Millie running off for Greenhill, belly bulging with Bonaparte inside. The girl's fake pregnancy already had rumors whispered in the streets of the clueless motormouth's apparent misdeeds. "You know better than to take advantage of Millie like that. We both know she's a very... special, young lady."

"That she is! Doesn't she make a cute mother?" Jeane giggled again. A twist of her hips made Richmond spasm in another orgasm. His jaw dropped and his eyes rolled to the back of his head in a fleeting instant. "Bonaparte kicks when you put a hand over her stomach and everything. When she gets back, I'm thinking I might have her 'give birth' to the little fuzzball."

"That's enough!" A creak in her pipe's shaft warned of a pressure strong enough to snap it in two. Leona restrained herself. "You're not a goddess, you're a grown woman. You can't play with the lives of other people like that, it's unethical. If you can't treat members of the army right, I'll have to take action against you."

Jeane responded to this very serious threat with all the wisdom and respect it deserved: she leaned forward and exposed her slight cleavage all the more, looking through a portion of her transparent silvery bangs to throw a tempting gaze at the bar matron. "Is that so, Madam Leona?"

"Madam Leona?! I don't run a whorehouse, Jeane."

"Oh really? Is that why you recruited me to keep the Pantsu Brigade a dirty little secret from Lord Riou?"

The color drained from Leona's face. When she recruited Jeane into their fold, she had the perfect sleeper agent for her purposes. The rune mistress was a powerful sexual influence throughout the entire castle, commanding attention from all who saw her. With her aid, every hint of their secret pleasure army remained out of sight and mind of the real power in the Dunan Army. A misplaced pair of panties or a long line of cumdrip down the road became the work of that promiscuous shopkeeper who looked so sultry and desirable while selling runes and surely much more behind her counter. Leona knew she gave the woman power by bringing her on board, but the rewards always outweighed the risks.

That changed when Jeane took out the single most powerful weapon in her arsenal: Richmond's notepad. She flipped through the pages, smirking like some vengeful demon as she stopped on a page and read its contents aloud. "Teehee. Leona, how would you like Lord Riou to know you put an aphrodisiac in your pipe because you can't get yourself wet and horny for little boys without it?"

"You wouldn't!" Leona cried.

"Why not? You won't fall for my charms like a good little girl without that pipe, it's the only way I can keep you in line. Say, what else can I tell Lord Riou!" Jeane hummed a jolly tune and blocked out the annoying dog's yips and Richmond's tired grunts. "Oh Richie, you're such a naughty voyeur yourself. The way you describe it, I wouldn't mind seeing sweet Yoshino's 'Meat and Potatoes' myself. What awful nicknames, too. It's like she WANTS people to pass her on the street and make bad jokes about mashing her potatoes and pounding her meat."

"Jeane, stop!" Leona protested, unwittingly fueling Jeane's dark glee. When the rune mistress reached the next page, she grinned ear to ear.

"Teehee, and Lo Wen thinks she has any right to be mad at Neclord for calling her a nasty thing when she's doing stuff like that. Hey Richie, deal's off, zip yourself up and go tell Lord-"

"Okay, okay, I get it! You've made your point." She was defeated, completely and utterly defeated. She took another drag of her pipe to calm her nerves, lightly dampening her panties with a new wave of arousal. "You can send Millie on your... mission. But stop tormenting the poor girl when you get your runes back, letting her walk around pretending to be pregnant with Bonaparte in her womb is creepy."

"I'll think about it," was Jeane's toying answer to the deflated command. "What were your other reasons for coming to see me?"

Leona took the queen's hand into hers. Guiding Jillia to the counter, she ran a finger over the gap between Jillia's green corset and red skirt before taking a rune stone from a concealed pocket in her sleeve. "I'd like you to attach this rune here, affecting Jillia's groin."

"Oh, THAT rune? How thoughtful of you, Leona." Another incessant giggle from Jeane marked her amusement as she pored over the glowing glyph in its safe-keeping medium. "Can I play with the queen's nipples?"

"What?! What does that have to do with attaching a rune?"

"Attaching that rune comes free of charge, but it comes with a complimentary, and mandatory, boob reading!"

A sweatdrop ran down Leona's cheek at the demand. "Again... why?"

"Teehee. It'd be fun to watch queenie squirm as I play with her!"

"... That's it?" She rubbed her furrowed, frustrated eyebrow.

"No, a rune like that is very complex. You need to know more about the person and their body before giving it to them." Jeane went to touch the bounty of Jillia's breasts, but the blushing dazzled expression on the queen's face said enough that she pulled away. "It looks like your gal pal likes me too much for a boob reading from me, so I'm going to call on a professional to take care of her." Jeane stretched back and glanced below her. "Hey Raura, you've got work to do."

A voice called from the hidden abyss below. "Aww, can't it wait? This is so good!"

"If you don't do it now, you're grounded from eating out my pussy for a month."

"A whole month? That's so mean!" An interlude of light slurping came to a stop seconds later as the woman caved. "Fine, hold on."

Following a few final licks, a redhead ascended from the unknown pit under Jeane's counter. She wiped her mouth of the sloppy excess of Jeane and Richmond's mixed carnality. White specks dotted her crown and blue dress. She planted her elbows to get a better look at the two who so rudely interrupted her fun. "This is Queen Jillia, then?"

"Teehee, yep! Have a little fun with her for her reading. She makes such beautiful whimpers, I'd love to hear her moans."

"Very well. Come with me." Raura took control over the slightly dazed and confused queen as they moved to the nearby table. A tug of a cord dropped a hidden velvety purple curtain around them, and a few blinks returned Jillia from a pit of lust into the wakeful present.

"Huh? Why did we walk away from that beautiful woman?" Jillia made a move to leave, only to be yanked back and into a chair by the new figure who slunk to the other side.

"Hush, you'll see her again soon." Raura tried to hide her slight disdain for the gadfly of her affairs and set two cards down before Jillia. As they glowed white, Raura set her hands alongside them. "Now then, hunch down and rest your bosom on the cards."

"O-okay..." Through hesitation, she jerkily placed her breasts over the bright fields and witnessed a sudden flash. When it cleared, a pair of runes throbbed power on top as if they burned from the cards and through her like paper. She moved to sit up, only to find her breasts locked down by some unseen force. "What is this?!"

"I bound your bosom to the table. It's a way to keep you from squirming too much for me to read them, or to keep you from slapping me in the face like some others have done."

"I would never do that!"

"That's what they all say."

Raura's placed her hands over the queen's majestic mamms. While not the beacons of beauty from her mistress, she had to admit their soft, lightly quivering appeal. "You have very nice breasts, Queen Jillia."

"They're nothing special next to what Jeane has. If only I could have breasts that look as big and soft as hers."

Outside the flimsy curtain enclosure, Leona puzzled as she looked down at the slim and slender pair on the rune mistress, comparing them to Jillia's full endowments. Stranger still was the way Richmond's wandering hand groped thin air, his ministrations echoed with invisible fingers on Jeane's bust.

"You seem to care a lot about big size and a gentle feeling. Aren't you satisfied with what you have?" Raura pressed her palm into the chesty expanse. A warm, pillowy cushion greeted her handful grope.

"I thought I was, then I saw Jeane. She has everything I would need to be a perfect mother for my own child some day."

Raura followed her initial squeeze by trailing her finger over the queen's skin. Ripples and circles and waves, she formed cute little squares and shapes while instructing Jillia to keep her eyes closed and repeat back what she discerned.

"Triangle... rectangle... oooh a star." Jillia sucked her lips past her teeth and itched on the spot with need. She gripped her loins to assuage growing bliss every time Raura magically touched just the right spot. Goosebumps rose over her lily skin on the exact path taken by the runemistress and evened out in the wake of a new pattern. She was a plaything as Raura tweaked her buttons with simple innocent shapes.

"Very good, your sensitivity is beyond perfect." The words 'but not as good as Jeane' lurked unspoken as she allowed the queen to open her eyes again and tapped select spots on her breasts. She filed the ones most reactive into her mental log. "However, your pleasure points are suppressed. Your mind won't allow you to show your true passion to a stranger. Why do you think that is?"

Raura anticipated an answer that involved Jeane like so many others who entered into this after looking upon such a sultry vixen. She hmmed at the real answer.

Jillia smiled as she thought of him. "I'm married to a great man. I know he used me to get where he is, but he's a kind and compassionate man under all of it. He's trying to bring all our warring to an end."

"I see... you're saving your real love for him. But that can't be everything."

"Why do you say that?"

Raura proved her suspicions by tweaking one of Jillia's nipples. Their full erection hit with the slightest, smallest little touch and forced the queen into a nerve-wracking jump toward an orgasm. Even without constant stimulation, they remained at constant poking stiffness. As a final test, she rubbed a card over their pencil eraser thickness. "Because while you mute your arousal to touch across your breasts, your nipples try to give an appearance of full excitement. You're wearing a mask of pleasantries that covers your desire to get away from these sensations. Perhaps you don't truly wish to be here?"

"No!" Jillia forthrightly rejected the suggestion. Calming, she added, "I... my mother was raped by men of Muse on a trip back to Highland. I was conceived in heinous violence that drove my brother insane, and my birth killed my mother. I've been a terrible burden on the world before I was even born."

"I can see why Leona wants to give you the rune she has in mind." Raura took a trinket from her bracelet. It was simple yet effective, and a wrap of the magical string around one of Jillia's jutting peaks bound it into place.

The runes on the queen's breasts dispersed. Her eyebrow rose in confusion as she stood, her new bell announcing its presence with a jolly jingle. Raura moved one step ahead.

"Before you ask, I imbue my impressions on an object for future readers to compare with their own findings."

"Oh... oh!" Jillia exclaimed. "I understand! They listen to the sound of the bell and get a sense for what you found instantly."

Raura giggled and flicked the bell once, jostling it on Jillia's retracting nipple. "No, I thought it would be funny if people knew you were coming by the sound of your nipple bell, and it looks cute on you."

"......." Jillia resolved to have the bell removed once she returned to Highland and stepped from the curtain. Instantly, she ogled the behind-the-counter beauty and locked up. Taken by the hand, she followed Raura like a tug doll.

"Teehee, what a cute little bell!" Jeane took one look at the bell and scanned the reading. Lines, waves and ripples of energy mapped out in her mind to present her the perfect spots for attaching such a rare rune. She raised her hand and pushed on the spot Leona specified. The runestone and Jeane's hand glowed as she transferred its power. As the marking formed on Jillia's stomach, Jeane smiled. "There you are, queenie. Your very own Chaste Rune."

"Chaste... Rune?" Jillia glanced at the swirls.

"Okay Raura, I have business to take care of for Leona. Take Richie off my hands for a while and into yours."

"Of course!"

The man's thickness slid from Jeane with ease. The second runemistress took it up with glee as she bent to the floor and wrapped her lips around it.

Smiling as ever, Jeane sauntered and stretched her legs as she moved around the desk. "Well then, Leona. Let's take care of that public distraction you need so badly."