Suikoden V: Relations

---Author’s Note---

So, the Belcoot and Marina saga has come to a satisfying close! Well, at least I hope it was satisfying. I was getting a bit sick of it, to be honest. I adore both Marina and Belcoot, and you’ll definitely see them in the continued background, but its more liberating to get back to a more free-rolling format.

This story should be pretty good: I’ve a lot of yummy ideas bouncing around, and it’ll be less…intense as the other ones. Well, unless lesbian domination is intense—oh, but that’s spoiling the surprise.

Read on!

---End Author’s Note---

Here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson…


The clear waters of Eldritch Castle shone brightly under the noonday sun. The shipping boats were mostly gone, the Raft Fleet crews going up the Feitas in order to investigate a rather large trout spawning location. Only the larger ships remained, and Kisara’s private vessel was the only one still in Eldritch’s docks.

Logg had gone with the other fisherman, soloing it with the Beavers, trying to outdo Subala and her gang. Lun was down with a cold, and unable to go, much to her chagrin. Murad was having a great deal of difficulty keeping her in the infirmary. The poor doctor had remarked that “if I am called a ‘dirty old codfish’ one more time, I’ll resign!”

Murad hadn’t resigned, but neither had Lun. Kisara had the boat to herself, and since much of the campaigns had been in Sable of late, she hadn’t really been needed. It was a relief to have some time to herself. Catch up on her reading. It was a real pity that Logg was away. He wouldn’t get much chance to enjoy her newfound freedom.
Not that she needed him.

“Uhhhhn!”

The ship rocked in the water, splashing the still surface some. It creaked noisily as it bucked back and forth.

“Ahhhh!”

The cries, mostly a feminine grunting, echoed out of the door, which was only covered by a heavy tapestry. The glass windows were coated in steam, fogging up the interior. Shapes could be seen, just barely, one bouncing on another. The sound of slapping flesh could also distantly be heard.
“Ooooogh!”

The burning coals sizzled in the small, soil-lined cooking pit. Every Raftfleet boat had one. Long voyages down the river meant that you’d have to prepare your own fish. Logg, after visiting the Island Nations three years ago, had decided to upgrade his fire-pit. It now doubled as a very effective sauna. Steam had clouded up the windows now, the coals burning full bore.

Kisara’s hands ran up the Prince’s bare back, her delicate fingers kneading his flesh. She grunted in exertion as she pushed down onto him, her strong legs clenching his hips as she straddled him. Sweat glistened off both their bodies, Kisara having stripped down only to a green cover and the typical tight, black shorts of Raft Fleet women.

Her hair had been let down partially, the large hat and scarf that held it in place knocked loose from the intensity of the back massage she was giving. It stuck to her face here and there, partially covering her dark brown eyes, which were narrowed in concentration. She pushed especially harder on the lower part of the Prince’s back, letting out a grunt of exertion.

“Ahhhhhhn!”

The Prince gritted his teeth, and a loud crack filled the room. He relaxed suddenly, heaving a deep sigh of relief. The pain was gone! Kisara giggled, not bothering to move from her position, still straddling him.

“Well, your Highness, feel any better?”

He couldn’t respond, but he managed a weak nod. Kisara grinned ruefully, a grin that was obviously inherited by her daughter, and hopped off his back, tending to the coals in the middle of the room. The Prince himself was only wearing his pants, loose-fitting.

He sat up, letting out a deep sigh, enjoying the relaxing steam of the sauna. Kisara relaxed on a nearby stool, and it took him a moment to realize how casual she was, despite wearing very little. The older woman reached up slowly, popping the large hat off her head and placing it on the floor. The blue scarf that covered her hair had been shook loose from the intensity of the massage, and she let out a sigh of relief as she uncoiled it from her head.

Dropping it slowly onto the floor, where it neatly piled into her hat, she smiled warmly at the Prince.

“I am glad you are well again, your Highness. All these battles must have taken their toll on your back. You mustn’t do so exerting thing!”

The Prince blushed a little, thinking back to exactly what sort of “exerting things” he had been doing. He nodded in agreement, opening his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Kisara again.

“Though, it’s really very, very boring having nothing to do around here. All the
downtime we’ve had in the past week has really been quite dull. Logg has been gone almost the entire week!”

She pouted, puffing her thick lips out and biting on her lower one as she thought. Her voice became a little lower as she spoke, barely noticeable.

“I do love my husband, truly I do. Logg may be a bit of a scatterbrain and an oaf, but he’s a very…very lovable man. I don’t doubt his integrity in the slightest.”
She sighed heavily, leaning back and closing her eyes.

“I just wish he wasn’t so…meek. You’ve seen him: he lets me order him around willy-nilly! It sure looks fun, and truly it is nice to have him so obedient but…it leaves something to be desired. He doesn’t take risks, he’s not…edgy enough.”

She looked over at the prince dully, her eyelids half closed. She chuckled throatily, watching him.

“Oh, look at me now, just going off like a young girl to a confessional. I’m sorry your Highness, I’ve no right to be tellin’ you all my troubles.”

His eyes moved up to her face, blinking with recognition. Oh, no, it wasn’t any trouble. He smiled reassuringly at her, and she got the message.

“You know, I’ve always liked you, Highness. You’re quiet, but you’ve got a fire in your eyes. I can see why Lun is so smitten with you—not that I told you she was.”

Kisara winked at him secretively, and he turned bright red, suddenly finding something interesting at his feet. She laughed, leaning forward.

“I imagine you could be quite a lady’s man if you wanted to be, like ole Kyle. But you play best to your more modest charm.”

Modest charm?

“Mmm…you’re so young! Only 17…got that…innocence to ya…like a nimble…nubile…built young lamb…”

She stood up to attend to the fire, bending over lower, and with her loose-covering on, the Prince got a very good view at her cleavage—a view she happily shared. She picked up a small cup of water, bringing it to the Prince.

“Here, Highness. All that…sweat on your…mmhm…chest, it’s gonna be dehydratin’ you…don’t want that…drink up!”

He took a long sip from the cup, unable to take his eyes of her breasts. They were huge, glistening mounds. A bead of sweat slid down her neck and sloped over her leftmost breast, down the center…trickling into the shirt…disappearing into the fabric, her erect nipples pushing against the green shirt.

Wait a minute…

“Having such a…subdued…lover, your Highness…it leaves you with an itch. It started off as a small itch…but after 16 years…that kind of…itch…grows bigger and bigger…”

She was pressing against him now, and the cup fell from his hands, clattering onto the floor. Her breasts pushed against his chest, and he could feel her against him. He swallowed hard as he face moved closer to his.

“Maybe...you…”

She giggled, her lips to his ear, whispering.

“I’ve got an itch to scratch…I need assistance…”

The Prince shivered lightly, and their lips met. Kisara kissed him aggressively, her arms draping over his shoulders as she pushed herself on top of him. He lay onto the bed, his tongue bravely pushing past her lips to deepen the kiss.

Their tongues danced in a lustful dance, and she straddled him once again, this time on the front side. She broke the kiss only long enough to pull her shirt off, tossing it aside unceremoniously, her monstrous breasts bouncing free. Her half-naked body glistened with sweat, the temperature in the room rising as she moved back down.

For a woman pushing forty, she was remarkably flexible, easily bending over to kiss at the Prince’s chest, her tongue sliding up his built chest, tasting him eagerly. She met him in another passionate kiss, and sucked hungrily on his tongue, her hands moving down to his hips, toying with the hem of his pants.

“Oh, your Highness…I’d forgotten how good that taste was…the taste of youth, of hot, sweaty, lusty youth…”

She grinned, taking his hand in hers and bringing it up to her breasts.

“Come now, you like my tits doncha? Everybody does…you think I haven’t noticed those lusty stares? I’ll tell ya a secret: they still turn me on, if only a little. They worship my body, fantasize about it…its invigorating…do you appreciate my beauty? Don’t tell me in words…actions will speak SO much louder…”

His hands dug into her soft flesh, kneading her breasts lovingly, his fingers moving over to her erect nipples. He pinched them lightly, and Kisara moaned softly, her eyes rolling back as he continued to pinch and squeeze her nipples, his fingers circling around her sensitive nubs. Her nipples were large, dark saucers against her milky white skin. They looked so inviting so…deliciously inviting.

He moved his mouth to her breasts, his lips closing around her nipples. Kisara gasped, her eyes widening as he suckled on her wonderous breasts hungrily, his tongue flicking at her hardened nubs.

He bit down gently, nibbling her nipples, causing her to arch forward, her body shaking. She hadn’t expected him to be this…good. She hadn’t expected that at all. She grasped at the bed sheets, her voice filling the ship’s cabin.

“Ohhhhhh! Fuck…fuck…FUCK!”

In one fluid motion she ripped the Prince’s pants off, tossing them away in a hasty rush of lust, his erect nine inches throbbing at attention before her. She licked her lips hungrily as she slid a finger up and down his throbbing shaft. Grinning ruefully, she took her breasts and slid his shaft between them, purring as her mounds engulfed the Prince’s cock.

They both groaned as she bobbed her breasts up and down onto his cock, pressing them hard against his hard shaft. As his head pushed past the upper curve of her tits, she tenderly licked it, teasing him with her hot, wet tongue. The Prince groaned loudly, his face flushed red. He was so close already…the pure sexuality of the older woman was too much to…

He cried out in alarm as he came, spraying his hot, sticky cum all over Kisara’s face, groaning loudly. The Raftfleet woman licked the cum from her lips, unbothered by it.
“Ohhh my…so long since ah’ve had a facial, I can tell you…thanks for the…mmm…tasty experience.

She leaned back, and the Prince took the initiative. He slide up between her legs, grabbing the sides of her hips and easing the shorts off her. They came easily, and he found himself at eye level to her holiest of holies.

She didn’t say a word, holding her breath as she watched him. His tongue slowly pushed against her moist entrance, his hands moving up her thighs, spreading her legs apart easily. She gasped softly, her eyes rolling back into her head as he began to eat her out.

His tongue caressed her velvety folds, eliciting higher and shriller cries of passion from her. His lips found her swollen clit, and he sucked on it noisily, forcing even louder cries from her.

“Ohh! Oh! OH! Prince! Oh your fucking MAJESTY!”

Her cries spurred him onwards, and he slid his tongue inside deeper and deeper, lapping up her sweet juices eagerly. She couldn’t believe how GOOD he was. Her body was quivering and she could feel him growing more aroused as well.

“Ohhhh gawd! Prince…Prince, we…we must…make it fu-fucking official now…f…fuck me!”

She pushed him back, his cock hardening again in an instant. She dragged her hips up his thighs, rubbing the base and back of his cock against her pussy, grunting and groaning as she hefted herself up, sliding her pussy over and onto his throbbing shaft. She cried out as he entered her, groaning in pure happy pleasure.

“Oh-ho-HO! Prince! Uhhhn…”

She grinding and bounced against him, bending over again for a heated kiss. Their tongues danced, and the boat rocked back and forth with the fury of their lovemaking. She felt so heated!

The ship continued to rock back and forth roughly. Their cries of passion echoed out of the boat, and Kisara bounced harder and harder on the Prince’s throbbing cock, her breasts bouncing with her. Sweat stuck her hair to her forehead, her eyes closed with exquisite pleasure. The heat in the room grew and grew, she felt as if a fire was blazing inside her. Orgasm was so close! So…HOT!

Her eyes flashed open as she realized that, in her haste, she had thrown the Prince’s pants onto the coals in the center of the room. Flames were consuming the garment, and now threatened to engulf the ship. Kisara pushed herself forward, grabbing at a bucket of cooking water.

Unfortunately, the Prince, who was still inside her at the time, ended up getting dragged with her, and they fell into a naked heap on the floor, the water bucket flying free of Kisara’s hands.

The door flap burst open, and a rather angry looking Lun rushed into the boat.

“Who’s playin’ with fire in”—

SPLASH!

Water splattered all over the fire, the floor, and Lun. Completely soaked, Lun spluttered in surprise, opening her eyes and blearily wiping the water from them.

“THAT’S COLD!”

She blinked, suddenly registering who was in the boat. Lun saw her mother and the Prince, entangled at the foot of the bed, the sheet wrapped around the Prince’s foot…and they were naked. It…it couldn’t be. Kisara chuckled nervously.

“Uh…this…this isn’t what it looks like.”

* *


Meanwhile, another sort of entanglement was going on, elsewhere in the castle…

Living with the Prince was a job Lyon wouldn’t have given up for all the riches in the world. She and the Prince were more then just royalty and bodyguard. They had grown up together, laughed together. Childhood friends, through and through.

They’d taken each other’s virginity at thirteen. Too young, probably, but neither had regretted what had happened. The Prince certainly didn’t complain about the almost innocent amount of sexual exploration the two did while they lived in Sol Falena.

Still, Lyon and the Prince were not “lovers.” They had once tried to be a couple, like regular teenagers their age. Unfortunately, they soon discovered that the difficulties of being a couple in a political environment. The strain, and general tension that existed when they were a couple only made things worse between them, and eventually they decided to just remain friends.

Very “friendly” friends, actually. The two of them, while no longer a couple, had both learned that the best way to relieve the enormous amounts of stress that both of their positions entailed was sexual release. And both of them were quite good at that, no question about it.

Still, while the Prince had handled their split amicably, and did his best to try to alleviate any tension. Being as busy as he was, with the war and all, Lyon had found
him spending less time, and certainly less nights, in her company. It got lonesome.

Still, she took it in stride, ignoring the obvious desire for him and instead trying to do her best to help around the castle. This was exactly how she found herself in the unlucky position of having to awaken Lady Sialeeds.

She stood before the simple wooden door, her mouth dry. This was not an enviable position. Sialeeds was well-known for her vicious temper, especially in the mornings, and Lyon had learned in Stormfist how mean Sialeeds could be. Still, Sialeeds had been very affectionate of late. Maybe she’d be lucky…

Lyon nodded her head, her eyes narrowing. It was do or die. The Prince needed it to be done. By the Sun, it would be done! Her sweaty palm clasped the door handle, and she swallowed. This was it.

The door swung open soundlessly, and Lyon slid her petite frame through the door, closing it behind her with a soft click. She cleared her throat, braving to move away from the door. She could see the dark outline of Sialeed’s bed, the softly breathing lump of the Prince’s Aunt outstretched upon it through the pink satin curtains.

Lyon cleared her throat, approaching the curtain slowly.

“L-Lady Sialeeds?”

No answer. She got braver, walking around the sheet.

“L-Lady…Lady Sialeeds!”

The sleeping Lady grumbled, purring softly in her sleep. Lyon stood over her bed now, getting cross. She put her hands on her hips and shouted.

“Lady Sialeeds! Wake up!”

It was as if she’d unleashed a typhoon unto the room. Sheets and blankets were tossed at poor Lyon with righteous fury, and she found herself entangled on the ground, Sialeeds straddling the younger girl, holding her down by her wrists. Lyon gasped, struggling to free herself.

Sialeed’s piercing purple eyes stared into Lyon’s, and she spoke in a low, primal growl.

“Do…you have any idea…what time it is, Lyon!?”

Lyon squeaked, trying to free herself, but Sialeed’s had a surprisingly strong grip. The trained Lyon couldn’t move in the right ways to get herself free, and eventually she forced herself to answer.

“Ah! Its almost 9 in the morning, L-Lady Sialeeds!”

Lyon was pulled up forcefully, pushed against the wall. As she got her bearings straight, she managed to get a good look at Sialeeds, and her face turned bright red.

Sialeeds was not one who wore much to sleep. Her long brown hair fell loose, untied to the small of her back. All she wore in way of clothes was the simple gray slip that she wore underneath her pink coat.

Her breasts were free, uncovered and unrestrained, the smooth, wonderfully round orbs bouncing freely as the older woman spoke, launching into a very irate lecture on the importance of sleep. Lyon couldn’t help but stare at Sialeed’s body. So perfectly built…so commanding. She bent over to retrieve a comb from the floor, and Lyon got a good look up Sialeed’s very, very short skirt. Lyon learned two things that day: Sialeeds didn’t wear underwear to sleep, and Sialeeds shaved.

Sialeeds turned back to face Lyon, still speaking.

“…and another reason, Lyon, that you should never interrupt a lady’s private chambers, is that if that lady, not me of course, but somebody else, was sharing that room with another, it’s extremely embarrassing, rude and danger…are you even listening to me?”

Lyon’s eyes snapped up from where they had been fixated, and she nodded furiously, her face flushed red.

“Ah! Y-yes Lady Sialeeds! I’m terribly sorry!”

Sialeeds’ mouth twitched, and she slowly smirked. Her posture changed. Shifting from stern and angry, she grew relaxed, sinewy. She moved closer to Lyon, shaking her hips in a very feminine way as she placed her hands back onto Lyon’s wrists. Lyon was too confused to take much thought of it, until she realized that the sheets had now been tied around her wrists, and affixed to two large hangers on the wall (designed for hanging pictures, she imagined.)

Sialeeds was especially skillful at tying knots, as Lyon found out. The young woman found herself unable to worm her way free, and gritted her teeth in frustration. She didn’t have long to be frustrated, because Sialeeds was doing something very, very different next.

Sialeeds trailed a long, slender finger down Lyon’s cheek, resting her hand under her chin. She spoke in a soft, almost motherly coo.

“My my, little Lyon is distracted by something, hm? How very interesting…”

Sialeeds pushed up against Lyon, her breasts pressing up against Lyon’s armored breastplate. Sialeeds slid her hands down Lyon’s face and caressed her shoulders, delicately playing her fingers across the black petticoat. She gently tugged at the pink ribbon that was neatly tied at Lyon’s neck, and it fell away easily. Lyon inhaled sharply as her black coat fell away.

Sialeeds licked her lips hungrily, grinding against Lyon forcefully. Lyon let out a sharp, ragged breath, unable to think of anything to say. She could feel Sialeeds’ arms moving up her legs, brushing against her ass and pushing past her skirt. She spoke, finally, a soft whine.

“S-S-S…Lady Sialeeds…ah…what…what are you doing?”

Sialeeds’ voice was still a low, throaty growl, huskily whispering into Lyon’s ear as her hands tugged away at the bow behind her leather bodice.

“You woke me up, and got a free peep-show. Now you have to return the favor. You’re so wound up, I bet nobody’s seen what you’re hiding except for the Prince. I’m just soooo curious…”

Lyon struggles, gasping in alarm as the bow fell away, and Sialeeds quickly danced her fingers up the back of Lyon’s leather breastplate, unlacing it quickly, efficiently. Lyon let out a soft cry as the breastplate fell away, leaving her in just her loose pink robe. Sialeeds stepped back, showing off her breasts again, her large, round nipples fully erect, proudly displayed to Lyon’s eyes. Sialeeds stared at Lyon, smirking coyly, as if admiring her.

“Hmmm…where should I start? I’ve been dying to see those perky little tits of yours…but maybe you’d get more of a kick if I saw what’s under your skirt…I bet your panties are soaked right now.”

Lyon gasped in embarrassment and offense. She’d have made a snappy reply, but Sialeeds was right. Lyon was incredibly turned on. While she liked the soft, sensual way the Prince and she had made love, this new brand of seduction was edgy, new and exotic. The danger excited her. Repressed memories of her time in Nether Gate flew into her mind.

No, not memories…emotions…emotions that she hadn’t felt in a long time. That excitement, that devilish excitement that they had trained her to feel when she was in danger. Back when she was young, she couldn’t make the connection, but in this submissive and powerless situation, she realized how arousing this was. She got off to danger. The idea excited her further, but filled her with fear at the same time.

Sialeeds’ played the perfect peacemaker, sliding forward once more, her arms coiling around Lyon’s waist, and their lips met. She kissed the young girl softly, unforcingly, and Lyon felt good again. She kissed back, deepening the kiss, her tongue sliding into Sialeeds’ mouth slowly, but powerfully. They kissed for what felt like a long, long time before breaking off, a trail of saliva forming an arch between their mouths as Sialeeds moved away again.

Her hands grabbed Lyon’s robe, pulling at it hard. Sialeeds soon realized that it would be impossible to take the robe off normally, seeing as how Lyon was tied to the wall and all. Sialeeds grasped at the front of the robe, asking softly.
“Do you have an extra robe like this?”

Lyon blinked, confused by the question.

“Um…yeah…two or three I think…”

“Good.”

With a mighty yank, Sialeeds ripped at the robe, tearing most of it off in one pull. Lyon cried out in surprise, but was silenced by another intense kiss. Sialeeds’ moved her hands up Lyon’s belly, her fingers hot against her soft flesh, caressing her. She found the simple bra that Lyon wore and easily unhooked it, letting it fall to the floor. She broke away again, eager to take a look at the prize she had freed.

Lyon was on pins and needles with embarrassment. While never taking much interest in them, she always had felt a great deal of sensitivity about the size of her breasts. The Prince had called them “cute”, and he was probably the only person who could get away with that.

Her breasts were very round and very perky, and filled out well, despite not being as huge as Sialeeds or Kisara’s. Sialeeds didn’t seem to mind though. Her face lit up with almost child-like joy and she giggled.

“They’re so cute!”

Lyon rolled her eyes. Sialeeds smiled, bending over, her breath hot on Lyon’s hardened nipples.

“Mmm…they look delicious…maybe I can get a lick…”

Lyon turned bright red at the blunt suggestion, but did not refuse her. Sialeeds ran her tongue slowly down Lyon’s smooth, creamy flesh, the warm, wet tongue circling the younger girl’s small nipples. Lyon let out soft, continuous moans that grew in volume and intensity as Sialeeds closed her lips around the hardened nubs and sucked noisily, her tongue flicking them teasingly.

“Ohhhhh…Ohhhhh…S…Sialeeds!”

Sialeeds continued to suck on her young lover’s breasts, her hand kneading and roughly squeezing the other one, causing Lyon to let out louder, higher cries. The apprentice knight groaned louder and louder, gasping in pure ecstasy, the fact that this act was so taboo exciting her even more.

“Oh…oh Lady Sialeeds…I’m…I’m about to…cum!”

Sialeeds raised a wry eyebrow. Lyon must’ve really been hungerin’ for some love if she’s cumming to this. Still…no moment wasted…

She took Lyon by the hips, unceremoniously pulled her black tights down to her knees, not even bothering undoing the boots, nor removing the skirt. Lyon wore bright pink panties, practically sopping with her arousal. Sialeeds licked her lips, her slender fingers pushing against the obvious mound, pushing against it through the damp panties.

Lyon cried out, soft, urgent cries. Sialeeds’ finger poked and prodded, caressing her crotch up and down tenderly, teasingly, yet exploratory. The older woman had never honestly expected to get a chance to feel Lyon’s holiest of holies, and she planned to take full advantage.

Lyon was begging now, tears of want and pleasure running down her cherubic face.

“Ohhh…Ohhhh, please, its so hot…it’s so dirty!”

Sialeeds obeyed, her fingers sliding down the hem of Lyon’s panties and she eased them down, the wet undergarments slick. They went down easily, leaving trails of Lyon’s cum juices on her thighs. Sialeeds smiled.

“No need to make a mess of you…lemme clean up…”

She licked the sweet juices of Lyon’s leg, her hot tongue moving up both of Lyon’s spread legs, higher and higher, lapping up all of it as she got up to her thighs. Sialeeds planted a soft kiss on Lyon’s (surprisingly) neatly shaven pussy. Lyon bit her lip, whimpering in want and desire.

A finger entered her, and Lyon gasped, both in relief and in pleasure. Two more, and Sialeeds stopped playing. Pushing in and out in quick succession, Sialeeds’ three fingers were soon coated with Lyon’s sweet honey. She found Lyon’s swollen clit easily, squeezing it between two fingers, the third remaining inside her pussy.

Lyon was in heaven. She quivered under that touch, stuck in a blessed purgatory between orgasm and arousal, and she barely felt it when Sialeeds slid her tongue inside her pussy. Sialeeds slid her hungry tongue as far as she could, lapping up the nectar within hungrily and eagerly.

Caressing her soft, velvety folds, Sialeeds was enraptured. Lyon was so tight! She squealed in such an adorable way, Sialeeds couldn’t help but lick faster and deeper, just to hear more of it. Lyon, for her part, was unable to do anything else BUT squeal.

Sialeeds bit down softly on Lyon’s clit, and it drove her over the edge. Lyon was struck with the second-best orgasm of her young life, and her body thrashed and quivered as intense shocks of pleasure shot through her. She screamed out Sialeeds’ name, her voice filling the tiny room.

Lucky that Kyle had tested that theory about thick walls. It would’ve been…scandalous…if Lyon and Sialeeds had been caught.

Sialeeds quickly freed Lyon, who kissed her passionately in gratitude. They kissed for a long while, their tongues dancing together in rough, hungry passion. Sialeeds stepped back, pulling her skimpy outfit over her head and laying back into the bed naked.

“Time for me to sleep, Bon-Bon.”

Unbothered and a little flattered at the nickname, no doubt after her hairstyle, Lyon moved to grab her clothes, but froze midstep. She smiled coyly, turning her naked body around and stepping out of her boots and the rest of her clothes.

She slid up to Sialeeds’ hips and kissed her on the lips. Just not the ones on her mouth…
The next two hours were certainly very eventful indeed…


END CHAPTER

---Author’s Note---
Whew. That was a fun chapter!

I do hope you enjoyed it. I tried to drag out the sex scenes more, add more flavor and intensity to them. Wanna know what’s hard? Finding new adjectives for sex. Yeesh…how many times have I used “throbbing” in this fic? Way too many, I’m certain.

At anyrate, I’ve news for you all. So, I’ve pumped this update out really quick (though it took m longer then I thought.) All thanks to NEVER PROOFREADING!

Also, I’m really enjoying writing this fanfic. It’s a fun diversion, and I hope to write more in the future (I’ve been toying with some Star Ocean ideas, just to get rid of the obnoxious Albel/Fayt rut that its fallen into.) So, I’ll be writing other fics once I reach a good pausing point in this one. That won’t be for awhile though, especially since…
I promise you, my loyal readers, a treat for the next chapter. For the first time, ever, ever ever…you will finally get to read…a fully fleshed out…Zerase lemon!

DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN!

That’s right: the mean lady is gonna get boned. /end vulgarity. It’s actually a very cool and kind of sweet idea I’m toying with, and if I’m not too tired from classes this week, I’ll start working on it. Otherwise, next weekend as usual.

I appreciate all the reviews. It makes me feel important and special. Emails are always welcome, and nice LENGTHY reviews, offering insight, gratitude, ideas, criticism (*gasp*) or just flat out flattery are ALWAYS welcome.

Lessee, lesse…what else…

I’m still wanting any and all artists who may be interested in working on a project (one that will likely rhyme with Head Atomic) that may or may not involve naughty stories involving famous video game characters. Email me your works of art, preferably ones that are inspired by my fic, but any fanart from Suikoden or other games is ok too. Just flood me with it.

Well, I’ll keep you all updated. Thanks for reading, review after you clean up your desk, and remember:

England Prevails.

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