Suikoden V - Alpha Prince

***Characters belong to Konami***

Faroush’s first conscious thoughts were accompanied by the pleasurable sensations of warm lips around his morning erection. He let out a long groan of pleasure as he stretched his arms out over his bed and thrust his hips up a little. Lyon let out a surprised little sound as the Prince’s swollen head hit the back of her throat. Releasing his massive cock she giggled, “Oooh, I’ll get you for that, your highness.”

“Oh will you? As my sworn protector, I fail to see how you can get back at me.” He opened his eyes and gazed at her pretty face with a mischievous smirk. She looked back into his eyes a small smile on her face as her hands continued to stroke his cock. Lyon then moved to the base of his towering erection and ran her slick tongue all the way up the long shaft to the head which she gave a very delicate kiss.

“You’re right, my prince. I could never do anything against you. I am yours body, heart, mind, and soul.” She spoke quietly with complete conviction. Faroush stifled a sigh, he truly loved the girl but she was so serious most of the time. He couldn’t banter with her like he often did with Miakis. He settled back into the bed as Lyon became more intent on her duty and bringing the prince to orgasm.

Lyon was truly amazing at giving oral pleasure. Of course, that was probably because she had been performing on him for so long that she knew instinctually exactly what brought him the most pleasure. Faroush undoubtedly preferred her to any other woman but there was something to be said for variety. And there were a huge assortment of beautiful delightful females in his service these days. Unfortunately, he couldn’t just order them to his bed as he might have done back in the palace before those bastard Godwins…

He caught himself. He didn’t need to start down that cycle of emotions. Rage and Sorrow. If he let his thoughts go down that path he would spoil the day. Lucretia had specifically made sure that the next few days would be free of most demands upon his time. Faroush hated the thought that he was resting here in the castle while others were continuing the war on his behalf but he had to admit that the past few months had take their toll on him.

He found his earlier train of thought. Yes, there were many women here that he desired to get to know more intimately. And even if he couldn’t just have them service him, the pursuit itself was enjoyable. Not to mention, it never seemed as difficult as his old partner in crime Kyle made it seem. Of course, being royalty helped not to mention that a lot of his companions realized the strain he was under and were always trying to find ways to alleviate his stress…

Faroush started to jerk and grunt as his cock began to spurt. Lyon swallowed rapidly and repeatedly as she was used to the Prince’s copious loads. He fondly remembed the first time Sialeeds sucked him off and the way those perfect cheeks of hers bulged obscenely before she lost it and covered her chin with his seed. That pleasant image shattered as another took its place. Dolph stabbing Lyon. Sialeeds ripping Lym from his grasp. The familiar rage awoke once more…

After a few moments of fighting back his emotions that he feigned as his reaction to the orgasm, he sat up. Lyon had already moved off the bed to bring his clothes over. She was already completely dressed in her Queen’s Knight Uniform having gotten up before him like usual. He got to his feet, the still very significant length of his flaccid cock slapping the insides of his thighs pleasantly. Striding across the room, he entered his washroom.

Lyon was at his side immediately and as he stood over the Sindar toilette, she placed her small hand around his soft length and proceeded to aim it. A jolt of guilt and pleasure coursed through him while he relieved himself. When Lyon had first been assigned to be his bodyguard, Faroush had been quite a little tyrant. He had enjoyed his power over his servants perhaps too much. As a way of getting a rise out of the diffident girl, he had told Lyon that it as it was her duty to help in all ways, she was required to assist him pee. Instead of righteous outrage, she had responded with a solemn little nod. Half thinking she was playing him; he had decided to go through with it. And so had she.

As his stream finally stopped, Lyon preceded to gently shake the last drops from his cock. “All done, Prince?”

“Yes, thank you.”

The rest of their morning ritual went as usual. Once Lyon had carefully dressed him in his elaborate clothing, they were out the door and on their way to the war room to for lessons with Lucretia. It amazed Faroush that he could be the leader of a revolution to restore the kingdom and yet he still had tutors. Of course, he didn’t know everything and he realized the importance of it but it was still a bit annoying. At least Lucretia was an infinitely more entertaining teacher than some his others had been.

As they walked through the vast Sindar castle, they were greeted cheerfully by many of its denizens. In one long hallway they came across Kisara, Logg, and Retso discussing something as they walked. Logg shouted cheerfully to them and Faroush greeted him in return as he headed straight for Kisara his eyes traveling across her beautiful face and down to her enormous bosom. He said, “Hi Ki!” Arms open wide the slender prince enfolded Kisara in a fierce hug which she returned only slightly hesitantly.

She responded, “It’s good to see you and Lyon both.”

Their height difference allowed Faroush to press his face firmly into her cleavage, one cheek pressed into her left breast and his nose against the right. They were so big and firm. Even bigger than Arshtat’s had been and Faroush had guiltily taken advantage of hugs with his mom the same way. His royal blood rushed into his royal member below.

Kisara looked sheepishly at her husband. Ever since the young prince had sought shelter with Raft fleet after his parents had been murdered, he had become very close to Kisara. She and Logg figured that in some way he saw her as maybe a surrogate mother. And however uncomfortable she and Logg were about his familiarity, he was still very young for the responsibilities placed upon him. If excessive hugging and wandering hands were helping somewhat to make up for his terrible loss, then they were prepared to let it go.

She just wished her own body would react in a motherly way. It frustrated her to no end but even now she could feel a very hard very large lump pressing against her. Her stomach was fluttering, her nipples were erect, and her pussy was getting very wet. The prince caused feelings that she hadn’t felt since her first time with Logg. By the sun he was only 16! He was delicate almost feminine in appearance but there was no denying he was a man. She’d seen him in the baths and it was almost ridiculous considering his slender frame.

He broke the hug but he stayed close his hip pressed to hers and one hand light upon the small of her back. “So how goes the integration of the new naval units with Raft fleet?”

She jumped at the chance to turn her thoughts upon something else, “Good for the most part. Lordlake hasn’t been a problem whatsoever. We’ve worked with Goesch and Timar before. However, Lelcar’s forces have been problematic as expected. Despite everyone finally agreeing about the Godwins there is still a lot of bad will between them. It’s a big challenge.”

Faroush smirked and looked her directly in the eyes, “But you like big…challenges right?”

Kisara didn’t miss the prince’s emphasis on the word big and she couldn’t help but glance down at his crotch. The prince was flirting with her! She flushed and quickly looked away. She saw that Logg and Retso’s attention were upon Lyon who was earnestly discussing fishing with them. Very naughty images cascaded through her mind in quick succession. Before her better half could stop her she returned the prince’s mischievous smile with one of her own and said, “Why yes, Faroush I do. Don’t worry. I’m going to stay on top of it.”

The prince’s hand upon her back moved lower, “I’m sure you will. Just know that I’m here for you. Don’t hesitate to come. I’ll make sure the Lelcarans know that I’m behind you to the hilt on this one.”

And with a quick squeeze upon her full rear, he was walking away down the hall. Lyon quickly said goodbye and went after him.

“Excellent job as always, Lyon.”

“Thank you, your highness.” She was used to distracting people while Faroush pursued his interests. It was a challenge being the bodyguard of a prince who delighted in having sex like Faroush. There could be no privacy between them. Often he would have her join in and though she enjoyed this it made it difficult to remain vigilant in her duty to protect him. She actually preferred when he made her watch even if she had to have one hand pleasuring herself.
“What do you think my chances are of fucking Kisara?” he asked conversationally.

“Better than even.” Lyon hadn’t missed the exchange between the prince and Kisara. Not to mention she remembered how Kisara had stared at the baths. Although to be fair, pretty much everyone stared at Faroush when he was nude.

Faroush asked, “What about Logg?”

“Actually, I think the couple are pretty relaxed about sex even more so than most Falenans.” Faroush nodded. It was well known that the people of the northern continent were more prudish about sex and completely monogamous relationships than those of Falena and Armes. Of course, the Nagareans were even worse. Lyon continued, “I even think Logg wants Retso to have sex with Kisara. So the idea may actually excite him.”

“What? What makes you say that?”

“Just their body language and things I’ve heard.”

Faroush gazed at his companion. Lyon did have an amazing ability to read people but this was kind of ridiculous. And he would never understand how she ‘heard things’ that he didn’t when she was with him constantly.

Lyon said, “But your success in feeling up Kisara’s breasts all the time with your whole needy little boy routine will backfire in your pursuit of sex. You’ll have to get past the mother-son thing. I don’t doubt you’ll succeed not with the Dawn rune.”

“What about it?”

“Well, have you noticed a change in people since you received it?”

He thought back to the day he’d gotten it. The day he’d found out Falena had another nest of treacherous nobles. That fat bastard and the sniveling little son. Why if it wasn’t for Luserina…Luserina…

That was the night he’d first fucked her. She’d been so distraught over her family’s betrayal. She’d come to him in tears and he’d consoled her the best way he knew how. He fucked her until she passed out and then he had a go with Lyon. Still he was restless and had gone out into the town. He fucked the two barmaids at the inn and then the innkeeper’s wife. That had been a crazy night and he still didn’t know what came over him. All of the females had seemed especially easy to seduce. And now that he thought about it, he hadn’t really had much sex except with Lyon ever since the coup. Not until that night.

“You think the Dawn rune is affecting people around me?” It definitely seemed to make sense.

“Yes…I’ve felt it, Prince. I’ve always been attracted to you of course and love being with you. But since that day, there something new…some new charisma…something.” She was obviously having trouble describing the phenomena, “Anyway, when I was still recovering in the hospital. Mr. Alhazred visited me and showed me some of his tomes. And I’ve been interested in True Rune bearers ever since my charge became one. So I asked if he had any about them.”

“Well, one book said that true rune bearers seemed to have an unnatural ability to draw people to their cause and inspire loyalty. Another described the Rune of Punishment’s bearer back in the war that created the Island Nations Federation. It said that an orphan who was no older than you was given the crown of Obel from their current king. The king at that time abdicated for this boy! I mean there were extenuating circumstances but just the idea that this entire cause was hinged around this orphan from no where instead of a wildly popular king!”

“And there was this other book that Alhazred wasn’t too proud of because it was smutty and almost assuredly fictional. It detailed some events during this war. Describing apparent orgies focused around this boy within his army. That the women in the army were almost like his concubines. And get this; there was a woman that he had sex with quite often. A scantily clad rune mistress with silver hair who was so beautiful that men and women quivered at the sight of her.”

They had come to a stop as they were right outside the war room. Faroush stared at his guardian. This was a lot to take in at once. “Jeane? You think it was Jeane…but that was ages ago…” Still, that certainly described Jean perfectly. He still remembered the first time he’d seen her. His cock had gotten so hard so fast it had been mildly painful. And Lym…little Lym she’d fallen back against her brother after one look at the woman. She’d made little mewling noises for several moments before covering them by beginning to berate Jeane for her indecency. Once they’d left she couldn’t stop talking about how she’d orgasmed from just looking at Jeane.

Lyon shrugged her shoulders, “True Rune Bearers also live a long time…”

That was true. And that would explain her effect upon people. Not that there was a true rune to see upon her. Plus he really didn’t think anyone orgasmed from the sight of him.
“Well, we can investigate later. Now it’s time for learning. Yay!”

***This is my first attempt at a lemon, so go ahead and tell me what you think good or bad. It won’t take me long to continue it though without some type of response I might not.***