Suikoden V - Prince's Tactician

The Prince was in Lucretia's room for a strategy meeting. However, he seemed to have trouble focusing on why the current formation of spearmen was more effective and would have less losses against cavalry. He was fidgeting in the chair, looking this way and that and obviously thoroughly distracted.

"Is something the matter, Prince?" Lucretia asked, having observed his uncomfortable air.

"M--no, no," he replied, and even then his gaze drifted.

Lucretia went to the window and opened it, letting more sunlight and fresh air of the Ceras lake in.

"If you would stand up and breathe some fresh air, it might help, my Prince," she noted.

"M--no, no," he repeated.

"Ah," she said. She closed the window and opened the door, where one of Lucretia's sworn protectors, Lelei, was standing guard.

"Lelei, we're going to take a little longer than I thought. Also, there are some serious matters we need to handle. Please don't let anybody through."

Lelei looked a little disappointed, and something else, but let little of it show in her formal stance. "Yes, Lady Merces," she acknowledged. However, there was somebody else outside her door, the Prince's bodyguard Lyon, and she was a lot more anxious.

"Aww, I was hoping you were done! Fa--The Prince has lots to do, not just some lectures!"

"I'm afraid this will take some time still. Might I suggest a bath with Miakis now that you're free for a while?"

"Oh, but he was supposed to come with us!--" she said, and quickly fell silent.

Lucretia nodded plainly, as if it had been the most innocent thing to say. Lelei was taken just slightly aback, but Lyon wasn't looking at her. The cute bodyguard contemplated for a moment.

"Alright, I'm coming back later," she said with some regret, and turned away.

Lucretia then turned and closed the door, somewhat amused at the situation. It made sense. Or at least, the premise did. She faced the Prince, sighed, and started undoing her sash. An expression of surprise replaced his uncomfortable look. Suddenly he was intrigued, and focused.

And then with a quick motion, the brilliant tactician dropped her colorful robe and was standing naked in front of the Prince. She was covering her nipples with her fingers, pressing them to her pretty breasts. Her expression had softened into something else... a little embarrassment?

"Please, Prince... our time here is useless if we can't relieve that tension. I'm-- I can help."

She was suddenly looking incredibly cute and sexy. Faroush's eyes went from her eyes and the inviting expression to her body, and the hard-on in his tight pants got even more painful. The sight of his tactician's naked skin and the curves of her body seemed to drive him insane, the bubbling hot feeling in his body was now focused completely on her. Yet he was stunned, mouth open, and some saliva involuntarily dripping from the corner of his mouth.

She then approached, circled around the table and climbed over him on the chair.

"Please don't drool on only my behalf, it's quite unbecoming of your highness," she said, naked on top of him, and then she pressed her mouth to his.

He was completely overwhelmed. Her bare, sexy body over him, their mouths in a wet kiss, her soft scent filling his sense of smell, her legs and crotch rubbing on his erection through the pants. He felt her soft skin with his hands, going down her back and then circling to the front, making her breathe heavily when he touched her pert breast.

"Lucretia," he muttered, and then their lips pressed hungrily together again. Soon they removed the Prince's loose orange shirt, and Faroush watched eagerly as the beautiful tactician kissed her way down his lean chest, each touch of her sexy colored lips on his skin leaving a pleasurable impression that rippled through his body.

Oh yes, I'm going through with this, she thought, when she reached his half-naked waist and the hard straining lump in his black pants. The Prince sighed with impatience, and then again with excitement as she kissed the hard organ through the fabric. Then she continued undressing him by dragging his tight pants down, and his eager erection sprung into the open air of her room. Not for long though, since she wrapped her lips around it, and licked the precum from the head with her tongue, making the Prince gasp.

"Mnow mlet'hm maef thim imterestmm," she said and slid her lips down the Prince's shaft. He breathed heavily and watched with a spark in his eyes as Lucretia's pretty lips and exotic face went up and down his cock, covering it with saliva. Apparently the tactician had underestimated Faroush's enthusiasm and ability for restraint, because he suddenly took hold of her hair, and forced her head even quicker up and down in his crotch. Faroush was fucking her mouth, and surprised even himself at how good it felt... until she managed to break off.

"P-Prince!" she sputtered, her own face now wet with drool. "I can't--"

"Get up," he demanded. Lucretia was surprised, but followed through. He stood up after her quickly, the chair clattering down behind him, but he was already kissing Lucretia on the mouth. Their bodies were actually not very different in height, Faroush was just leaner and more muscled, and his body was of a much lighter complexion than the exotic Lucretia. His hard, wet cock was pressing against her pubes and lower stomach as he kissed her and fondled her smooth skin and tits.

Then, with another quick motion, he turned her around and bent her over the table, making her exclaim loudly. However, it wasn't entirely clear if she was protesting his roughness or various charts, quills and books dropping onto the floor because of it.

"What did you call me?" he asked.

"Prince?"

Faroush slapped her hard on the butt.

"Ow!"

"What did you call me?"

"Prince, I... ow!" she yelped, as another slap came.

"I'm ready to fuck you, Lucretia, and still so formal. Try again!"

"Lelei! Ow! Faroush!"

Her initial mistake and the resulting slap were understandable, as Lelei had quickly slipped in from the door and was now staring at them with mouth and eyes agape.

"Are you... all right... I thought... you might..." said the tactician's aide, but the words were already dying out as their intent was befuddled.

"Ah. Lelei," said Lucretia, in a suddenly very neutral tone. This despite the fact that the tactician was naked, bent over her work desk, with Faroush standing behind her with his hand still held up, and his hard cock resting over Lucretia's smooth buttocks.

"Lady Merces--"

"Ow!" she yelped. Even despite her complexion, her other buttock was now obviously reddened.

"It seems our P--Faroush wishes us to be less formal. And we should appease his wishes, should we not? If you would call me just Lucretia..."

"Lu--Lady Lucretia," uttered Lelei.

"That will do," said Faroush and rubbed his hard-on between Lucretia's buttocks.

"Now, you can just as well stand guard on this side of the door," she said to Lelei. "But if you do that, I hope you will lower your pants and show us your lovely pussy."

Lelei blushed at the sudden suggestion, but she did as asked, lowering her straight pants and her underpants just enough to show the Prince and her mistress her snatch, framed with reddish-brown pubes.

"Now, to appease me and Faroush... play with yourself," she instructed, while Faroush was poking her pussy lips with his cock.

Wordlessly, her mouth just slightly open, Lelei leaned against the door and thrust her pelvis out, spreading her legs more, as much as she could with her pants in midthigh. Gingerly, she took two fingers in a caressing position to her crotch, and started exploring the area around her nether lips, and fondling her uniformed body with her other hand.

"Oh yes... fuck me Faroush!"

And with that, Faroush entered her to both's satisfaction. He started fucking her fast, making her moan as she watched Lelei, the tactician's tits rubbing against some hills on the chart under her.

Lelei was also getting into the heat of it, frigging herself more brazenly and sweating in her uniform, but not caring enough to strip it off. Seeing the show Faroush and Lucretia were putting up for her was helping, and mixed fantasies flashed in her head, from being there, fucked by the Prince, and Lucretia watching them, or her lying on the table, licked by Lucretia, to... being Faroush, but her, with a cock, fucking Lucretia. She loved the expressions of pleasure on her lady's features...

Faroush was eagerly taking in the sight of Lelei's masturbation, but it was Lucretia that filled most of his senses, seeing her beautiful body unlike he had thought he ever would, hearing her sensual moans, the feel of her buttocks as he held them, her scent wafting up to his nose, and the most wonderful pressure on his cock as he kept driving into her tight, wet quim again and again and again... he couldn't take much more of it.

"Ung... I'm going to come. Where do you want it, Lucretia?" he groaned, his full balls slapping against her thighs one last time before he pulled out. The tactician's thighs were wet with sex fluids, and some of them had dripped down to the floor under her pussy.

"Where do you want Faroush to ejaculate, Lelei?"

"Ohh... on your face, mistress..." she whimpered, still caressing herself, and panting a little.

"Then help him with it," she said as she rose up and walked around the table, not minding the fallen chair. She kneeled on the floor, and the naked Faroush walked in front of her, his slimy jutting cock almost hitting her nose.

As both Faroush and Lucretia looked expectantly at Lelei, she regretfully removed her now sticky fingers from her pussy and then tasted them out of habit. Then she walked behind the Prince and grabbed his cock, wet with Lucretia's taste.

"Your... Ah, I'm not very familiar with these things, but enough I hope," she said softly into his ear, and started stroking his dick, right in front of Lucretia's face, and she closed her eyes. "Ah," she sighed, looking over Faroush's shoulder to her lady's expectant face. The Prince's cock was slippery, as hard as it could be, and pulsing already, spilling a gob of precum, and when he urged her to stroke faster, she did.

It didn't take long for the Prince to climax, and he hunched against Lelei's body as his pulsed hard, ejaculating its first loads on Lucretia's face. Lelei did her best to keep her aim, and spurt after spurt of white spooge splashed on her lady's exotic features, and unavoidably some in her dyed hair. Sticky strands of the Prince's slime soon covered most of the tactician's face all over, from her eyebrows to the ridge of her nose, on her colored lips, over her eyelids and running down her cheeks. Some of the cum had dropped or was dripping on her shoulders, chest and breasts and legs. Her face was a total mess of sperm, plastered with big and small strands of semen, running in every direction over her features. Then she opened her mouth, licked some of it in and asked,

"How do I look?"

The heaving, post-orgasmic Faroush was in no condition to answer, his spent cock still in Lelei's hold, and neither was Lelei, apparently too stunned for words. Lucretia chuckled, sending some of the cum drooping from her chin down.

"Good. Now clean it up, Lelei. It's your fault I'm such a mess..."