Suikoden V: Relations

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So…hi…I’m back. I think. I may be back. You NEVER KNOW. At any rate, more sex for you, and more attention for me. BATHE ME IN ATTENTION.

…yeah…

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

Well…if she offered…

The Prince didn’t feel at all awkward as he stripped. Marina was worthy of getting a good fucking, and Belcoot…well, hell, they’d almost been brother’s-in-law. He undid the waist-strap, tossing the heavy leather waist-strap aside. He stepped closer, moving up to the bed, where Marina quickly moved to meet him, her hands moving to his hips, grinding her hands against them.
The slender fingers grasped at his orange tunic and lifted, pulling the cloth higher and higher, his pale skin revealed inch-by-inch, tantalizing Marina’s lust-clouded eyes. His defined abs, toned chest…soon, she had him down to just his pants, her tongue sliding across her red lips as she stared with burning desire. His frame was thin, almost feminine, yet had a beautiful quality to it, a kind of beauty that most men didn’t possess. She breathed in sharply, almost hissing out words.
“Prince…y…you’re beautiful.”
He blushed, a flush of color filling his cheeks. A definitive bulge pushed against his pants, the loose white fabric. As Marina leaned forward, Belcoot leaned back, sliding his hand up Marina’s dress, grabbing her ass roughly. She let out a girlish shriek, grasping at the Prince’s pants hurriedly.
“Oh…fuck…Belcoot, you’re…very naughty…”
She pulled down the Prince’s pants, down to his thighs, freeing the nine-inch shaft from within. Her mouth pushed against it quickly, taking the tip of the cock into her mouth, sucking teasingly. Her hands moved up and down his thighs, her face as flushed as his as she began to earnestly suck him off.
Belcoot had done away with her bulky dress, his teeth clasping the hem of her plain cotton panties and slowly easing them down, revealing to his eyes for the first time her dripping sex. She was unshaved, but ridiculously wet. Belcoot tenderly, innocently stroked his finger along her slit, eliciting a long moan from Marina.
The Prince gasped at the sudden blowjob. Her tongue ran up and down the throbbing shaft like she was hungrily licking at a lollipop. It darted around the head and slide lower, coating the back of the shaft and the front, sending waves of pleasure up his body.
Belcoot leaned in and licked at Marina’s pussy, his tongue teasing her moist slit. She cried out in excited pleasure, sucking even harder on the Prince’s throbbing cock. Soon they were in an entwined trio of oral sex, Marina on the Prince, Belcoot on Marina. Belcoot nibbled playfully on his lover’s swollen clit, and she cried out once again.
The Prince shuddered, feeling his orgasm approach. Marina sucked playfully at his cock head, and he was unable to stop his release. He unleashed a torrent of hot, sticky cum sprayed all over her face. She gasped out, swallowing what she could eagerly. The taste was so new, so exciting…she felt herself let go as the heat of the moment took control, and she cried out louder.
“Ohhhh gaaaawwwwwd…B…Bel…Belcoooot!”
She shuddered, cumming hard, her thighs clutching at Belcoot’s head. He grunted at the sudden movement, flailing about in surprised panic. Her breathing, fast and excited throughout, calmed a little, and she managed to speak.
“Oh…oh yes…that…that was good…”
She turned slowly to face Belcoot, her lips quivering softly. He didn’t speak, instead pulling her into an intense kiss. The two lovers pressed against each other, their tongues pressing against each other, Marina’s pale hands caressing Belcoot’s muscular tanned chest. Her lips moved down his chest, kissing up and down his chest, her tongue sliding down to his erect nipples. She flicked them playfully with her warm, wet tongue, bending over to get better access.
Her firm rump was an irresistible target for the Prince. His hands moved up her cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh teasingly. Marina moaned softly, her hands moving down to grasp Belcoot’s throbbing, ten-inch cock. Her hand moved up and down the thick shaft, exploring it lovingly.
The Prince’s finger found Marina’s tender asshole, and without warning, he slid it inside, causing Marina to cry out in surprise and pain. Before she could speak, he pushed his digit in further, pushing in and out, and her cries of pain soon turned to murmurs of pleasure, and she continued jacking Belcoot off, exchanging unbalanced, rough kisses with her Kanakan lover as often as she could. She sucked at his lower lip, groaning against him as the Prince slid in a second finger.
As the Prince fingered her asshole, pushing in and out roughly, she wrapped her long, silky legs around Belcoot’s waist, her dripping pussy hanging millimeters above his cock. She gasped out words, her voice ragged and wanton.
“F…fuck me Belcoot…fuck me…now…!”
He gasped, nodding silently, and he bucked his hips up. His huge cock slid easily into her sopping pussy, the warm, velvety lips swallowing him. He grunted, gritting his teeth and letting out a soft moan. She was incredibly tight, and her juices ran down his throbbing shaft as he eased himself in inch by inch. Her voice grew stronger as more of him filled her.
“Oh…ohhh…uh…uh…uh! Uhh! UHN! UHN! AHN! AHHHN!”
He hilted himself inside her, mimicking her cries as his throbbing shaft filled her tight pussy. The Prince was hard again, his throbbing cock pressing against another hole, even tighter then the treasure Belcoot was enjoying. Marina gasped in alarm.
“W-wait…ohh Prince…please…I…I don’t…there…is it ok…to put…AHHHN! Oh Belcoot!”
The Prince stroked her cheek, and she looked at him, their eyes locking. She sucked softly on his index finger, and nodded. She trusted him. Belcoot bucked into her, and the Prince slid his hand down, coating two fingers in the sweat and cum juices dripping from between her legs and coated his throbbing cock in them, lubricating it for his entrance. Still, he did not want to hurt her…
He leaned closer, taking a page from one of Luserina’s “lessons” that she’d been going over with him and slid his tongue slowly into her tender pucker, causing Marina to groan softly. THIS was a new experience for her.
As the Prince went to work rimming the oversexed innkeeper, Belcoot kept up his astounding pace, grunting and gasping as he pushed her up and down on his monstrous cock, his naked body glistening with sweat, the tan muscles gleaming in the dim light. He kissed her every now and then, and they whispered I-love-you’s in hasty, sex-filled breaths.
The Prince pulled his tongue out of her, feeling that she was lubed enough, and slowly, but certainly, slid his member inside her asshole. Marina, in response, clenched her muscles against the Prince’s cock tightly, her legs pulling Belcoot into her even deeper. Unable to stay silent, she cried out in such a voice, you would think the whole castle would hear it.
“OHHHHHH GOD! Oh my FUCKING GOD! Let…let the Sun have mercy! AHHHHH!”
She writhed and moaned against her two lovers, their thick, throbbing cocks penetrating her, stripping her of her innocence and all her virginities—and she loved every second of it. She was so close to the biggest climax of her life, and all she could think of was Belcoot…and his majesty, the Prince.
They were all close, their naked bodies thrusting against one another, like one living creature of lust, their cries all mixing into a symphony of desire. The heavy musk of sweat and lust and cum filled the air, and in one final climactic scream, Marina came.
“OHHHHH BELCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!”
All three came simultaneously. The Prince filled her asshole with his hot, sticky cum, and Belcoot did the same to her pussy, his seed gushing out of her as it overflowed, and she fell onto the bed in an exhausted heap, the three of them unable to speak for a long, long time. They lay, naked, in their own sweat and cum, for at least two hours, sleep unable to claim them.
Marina, finally, spoke, her voice heavy, husky and weary, but with a stronger emotion then those three: lust.
“So…who wants to do it again?”

* * *

The morning sun shone over the placid lake, its shimmering light dancing as a tribute to the dawn on the water’s surface. Byakuren, the ancient water guardian, splashed loudly in the water as it began its morning swim. The castle awoke slowly.
The Prince left early, leaving Belcoot and Marina to sleep on the broken bed. The two needed the time alone, and he didn’t want to interrupt that. Plus, all the activity…and the fact that he got the more awkwardly placed part of the bed… had left his back completely screwed up.
He walked slowly, purposefully across the large wooden bridge, watching the beavers set to work building larger scaffolds and stairs, upgrading the docks, and generally keeping busy. Life bustled and returned to the castle. He decided to try to walk off his pain, and headed up towards the Destiny Tablet, on the roof. It would do him some good.
Lyon walked past him on her way to breakfast, blushing slightly as she bowed at him.
“Oh-oh! Your highness! You didn’t come to your room last night, I was really worried, but…it looks like you’re ok…I…I won’t ask where you were, it’s not my business…”
It’s quite all right. Where’s Sialeeds, he asked.
“Lady Sialeeds is asleep, your Majesty! Kyle volunteered to wake her, but she hurt him real bad! Dr. Murad is keeping him in intensive care!”
Why didn’t Lyon try to wake Sialeeds?
Lyon gasped, backing away slowly, a look of fear crossing her eyes.
“M-me!? No no no…I-I mean…remember…remember Stormfist? She said that the next time I tried, it’d only be worse!”
The Prince ruffled her hair, grinning and walking past. He believed in her. If anybody could wake Sialeeds, it would be Lyon. The young bodyguard blushed, watching him go up the stairs. Her eyes narrowed in determination, and she clenched her fists.
“Alright! The Prince is depending on me, and I won’t let him down! Even if my arms are broken, and my legs put on backwards, and my head spun off, and my body bruised and violated, I will not rest until Lady Sialeeds is awake! Lyon AWAY!”
She charged down the stairs, towards Sialeed’s room. What would happen there?
Nothing good, I just know it…

* * *

The uppermost chamber of the castle was one of the more beautiful. Runes and symbols adorned the walls, layer upon layer of ancient texts depicting all manner of events and stories of the ancient Sindar could be found here. The huge stone tablet, with the names of the Stars of Destiny, was the centerfold to the room, staunchly guarded by the ever-grumpy Zerase.
Zweig sighed, closing the dusty tome he’d been reading through in disgust. Ever since they’d take control of this blasted castle, he’d been struggling to decipher the bizarre writings in this room. Unfortunately, they eluded him still, and Lorelei hadn’t been able to conjure up any better understanding either. It infuriated him to no end.
He stood, stretching his arms over his head, his muscles popping. All that reading had left his neck in an awkward angle. He crouched slowly, his knees, apparently, also out of order from the long hours of sitting, and he winced as he crouched. He reached slowly, laboriously, towards his fallen red scarf. He clutched in, and sighed. Then he reversed the process, wincing and grunting in pain as he struggled back to his feet, his back cracking as he straightened himself. He gritted his teeth to the pain, and turned to face Lorelei.
“What did you find out, Lorelei?”
Lorelei, who’d started an hour before Zweig, hopped to her feet easily and lightly, spinning on the back of her heel to face him, her face a frown.
“Nothing. None of the previous alphabets correspond to this one. On top of that, I’ve found thirty different inconsistencies with the old Sindar alphabet, which means that all of our notes and translations may be wrong!”
Zweig groaned audibly, letting out a huge sigh. He turned away, heading for the door.
“I’ll go recheck our notes then. Blasted Sindar—why’d they have to be so fascinating?”
He walked out the large double doors, holding them open to admit the Prince, who slowly, painfully walked into the room. Lorelei smiled warmly as he entered, and bowed politely.
“Hello Prince. You look…tired. Back problems?”
He nodded weakly, and she grinned.
“You’ve obviously overworked yourself. You should take to being a scholar: less pain in your back, more in your knees. It’ll do you good, methinks. I won’t bother asking how your back got busted up—those martial arts stances you do look really hard.”
She reached into her bag, pulling out a small, sealed container and handing it to him.
“Here: it’s the last of my herbal tea. I brewed it with some Zexen Roots, really rare around here. It can wake you up from the deepest sleep, and eases pains. Just return the cup to me when you’re done: I’m moving into one of the unused rooms into the basement, so by tomorrow I should have my stuff there.”
She smiled and bowed again, patting him sympathetically on the shoulder.
“Well, I’m off to recheck my study notes as well: Zweig is too arrogant to find any flaws with his. See you tomorrow: you’d better bring my cup back!”
She bounded off, her energy renewed by the prospect of showing up her rival researcher, leaving the Prince alone in the chamber. He unscrewed the top of the cup, sipping the warm tea, and sighing. This was really, really good tea. He’d have to thank Lorelei much better later one. He looked at Zerase. She sent him a look that would wither grass and spoke, her voice as sympathetic as a foot is to a bug.
“No, I don’t know any cures for back pain, don’t bother asking. Shouldn’t you be doing something useful, like studying strategy or learning how to control your Dawn Rune, highness?”
She spoke the last title with such biting sarcasm that the Prince didn’t bother responding. It was clear that Zerase was in a foul mood, and nothing would fix that. The Prince turned to leave…and walked right into Kisara!
“OOMPH!”
The older woman stepped, back, chuckling as the Prince fell onto the floor, groaning as his back popped again, new pains shooting through it. Kisara squatted in front of him, her face amused, by sympathetic.
“Back problems?”
He nodded, in too much discomfort to speak. Kisara smiled warmly.
“I know how to fix back problems. Let’s get you to my boat: I hope you don’t mind if I carry you? You look like you’d have trouble walking.”
She scooped the Prince in her arms, lifting him up easily and walking out of the chamber, whistling an upbeat Raftfleet tune, the Prince somewhat surprised by how easily she could lift him.
Zerase sat alone in the dim room. A moth floated past idly, and she sighed. Being the mandatory grumpy bitch was hard work.

A few hours later…

Lyon exited Sialeeds room, wobbling weakly, somewhat dizzy. She looked around the castle shyly, the crowds all parting and pushing past to make it to the noontime meal. Where was the Prince?
She sighed. Today was going to be a weird, weird day…


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I’m not too sure what to make of this chapter. Starting off with a wam-bam sex scene is not a wise decision. It’s hard to make it have any decent momentum, and takes up the majority of the interest in the chapter. Still, I’m glad to be finally giving Lorelei and Zweig a decent introduction into the fic. I’ve plans for Lorelei.

In fact, I shall discuss some of these plans with all of you! The next chapter will feature some juicy tidbits with Lady Sialeeds! But wait, I thought you, Mr. Author-man, felt kind of uncomfortable with incest! That’s true…but this sex scene isn’t about the Prince! *GASP!

Let’s find out what happened to lil ole Lyon in those few hours with our favorite Royal Aunt…

Also, despite the next chapter being some one-shots, I plan to delve into another storyline, this time getting the Prince a stable GIRLFRIEND. Ok, maybe not a very stable relationship, as he’ll be fucking a lot of other women in-between, but still. Issue is, I’m not sure who she should be. Likely, if I keep writing, I’ll have him get a variety of relationships, but I’m kind of interested in pairing him with Lorelei, mostly because I love her muchly.

HOWEVER…

This is not set in stone. If you want the Prince to pair up with your favorite Suikoden Girl, then email me or leave a healthy review on whom, why, and how. If you give me plot details and other helpful items, its more likely I’ll choose your choice. Just saying stuff like “Ch00se Miak3s casue she’s hawt” simply won’t do.

I’m also still looking for critical feedback on my writing. I’m trying to go for a style where the scenes I depict are very visual, in the way that you can easily draw pictures of them. If you enjoyed a particular scene, maybe you talented artists could email me sketches too! I’ve some ideas for a project if I find a decent artist, so don’t be shy in sending me your purdy pictures. (Not stick-drawings, thanks.)

Um…also…sorry, sorry, SORRY I haven’t updated in…like…almost 2 months. Disgaea 2 and school stole my soul. My SOUUUL! But I replaced it. We cool now. Sorry for such a short chapter. I kidna fizzled in the beginning. Next one will get the momentum up again, with another two-fuck-a-chapter schedule.

See you next update. R&R!

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