Tales of the Tenkai Star: On The Feitas

Tales of The Tenkai Star: On The Feitas

By Golden Dragon

This is my second story inspired by Jace’s artwork:

http://rule34.paheal.net/post/view/463148#search=Jace


Faroush was brooding as he looked out across the waters of the Feitas. His palms clutched the ship’s rail but he hardly needed the support, his legs were long accustomed to the rock and pitch of the boat as its water rune propelled it steadily upriver.

Lyon made a soft noise to get his attention and he turned to see Lun approaching. He gave his beautiful bodyguard a smile and a nod of thanks; she wouldn’t let him be surprised if she could help it. She arched one delicate eyebrow in question. He took a moment to study the pretty Raftfleet girl and noted how nervous she seemed yet he could also sense excitement just barely held back, which given her normal exuberance was probably quite the struggle for her. He also noted a certain look in her eyes that he would recognize anywhere. Desire. Arousal.

Lyon hadn’t missed any of these signs and she was seeking his preference now. Should she effortlessly redirect this overture before it could even begin, saving the girl some embarrassment? Or was Faroush now ready to play? Should she quietly retreat to provide a bit of privacy or would he like her to remain?

That she needed to ask spoke of how distant he’d been of late. He chided himself. Whatever his issues and insecurities, he should never let it come between him and his best friend.

He gave her a smirk, signaling his desire for her to stay and take the lead and Lyon’s face was a burst of sunshine in response. This would be the first time he’d really let loose since Rainwall and Luserina. Ever since the coup he’d not been his normal amorous self and with good reason. Of late he’d only been having sex three or four times a day and generally exclusively with Lyon and his aunt.

Lun was right in front of him now, closer than was generally polite. One of her hands anxiously played across the ship’s rail while the other tugged at a lock of brown hair that slipped out from under her colorful hat just across her right ear, “Um, Hi Prince! I mean, yer highness!”

He smiled, “Good afternoon, Lun. And you can call me Faroush. Formality is best saved for boring ceremonies and official nonsense.”

Lyon stepped in close to his side, “What can we do for you, Lun?” she asked pleasantly.

“Oh! Well I…. Well I was just talking to Lady Sialeeds about how much I owed the Prince...er um Faroush. I mean, me and my dad would have been in prison for sure if someone else had caught us back in Lunas! And with what them awful Godwins went and did, we could have been killed! I just…I just really wanted to show my gratitude!” she chirped enthusiastically.

At the mention of Sialeeds a pointed look had passed between Lyon and Faroush. If Lady Sialeeds had a hand in this, no doubt she would be distracting Lun’s father below in the way only she could.

Faroush spoke, “It was nothing to be concerned about, Lun. And certainly whatever debt there could be is paid with your help in getting us into Agate Prison.”

Lun looked flush and shook her head, “No! It’s a matter of honor and um… proper royal protocol! Lady Sialeeds said! I’m sorry, Prince. I didn’t know!” She stomped her foot and grabbed his tunic causing interesting reactions underneath the bandages straining around her chest.

Faroush was slightly taken back by the vigorousness of her display but Lyon smoothly slipped in disengaging Lun’s hands, she spoke soothingly, “Well Lun, it was a bit rude but it’s not as if you were brought up to know the proper dos and don’ts of court life. But I take it you’re prepared to make it up to the Prince?”

Lun nodded her head eagerly as she allowed herself to be guided back a few steps. Lyon was ever if not careful about her charge’s safety no matter how innocent a person might seem.

“Well then. The prince and I were just discussing what a beautiful body you seemed to have. Perhaps you’d like to show it to us? That might be a good start.”
The Raftfleet girl’s eyes widened, “Really? You guys liked my body? What this old thing?” she continued coyly, twisting one foot back and forth. She looked past Lyon to see Faroush nod and smile.

“Really.”, Replied Lyon seriously as she moved her face in close. Her fingers tickled Lun’s cheeks as they slid up under the brim of her hat pushing it up and off as she leaned in close and breathed in the scent of the girl’s neck. “Mmmmm….”

The hat fell backwards to the deck as Lyon’s fingers ran luxuriously through Lun’s thick gorgeous brown hair teasing it out to its full length. “There. That’s better. You’re so beautiful.”

Lun’s response was to kiss Lyon full on the lips, overwhelmed by the sensuality of the moment.

Her eyes exploded open as she felt the bandages across her chest snap apart starting from the bottom. Her boobs jumped out exuberantly pressing against Lyon. She pulled back a bit in surprise to see Lyon effortlessly return her sword to its sheath at her side, an impressive feat given how little room there was between the two girls. Lun couldn’t believe she hadn’t felt a thing!

She felt a small hand briefly tease her left nipple before Lyon pulled away and turned to the side to give Faroush an open view.

Lun reddened as she saw him still standing against the railing watching with a smile. His calm eyes drank in her exposed breasts and Lun felt her already moist cove start to leak even more.

Lyon remarked, “So bountiful! You definitely take after your mother!”

Lun giggled, “Then you really ain’t seen my mum!”

Lyon was gently helping the girl out of her clothing, starting with the maroon sash wrapped tightly around her waist.

Faroush walked closer, coming around to lean back against the wall of the main cabin to put the lovely tableau of two beautiful young ladies upon the backdrop of the Feitas and the green hills and forest beyond.

Lun looked at him over Lyon’s shoulder a little shyly, “Do you like them, Prince?” She pressed one hand into a breast lifting it a bit and grazing her fingers over the thick thimble like nipple.

He nodded.

“My friend Subala says they make me look like a cow with udders!”

“No!” gasped Lyon as she pushed Lun’s blue top off of her shoulders, “A generous bosom is a true sign of womanhood!” She gave Lun a sly look, “Plus the Prince loves big boobs.”

“Is that true, Prince?”

“Indeed. With the ladies of my family, it could be said I’ve been affected with an unfair expectation when it comes to a woman’s physical charms. But I must say, you don’t disappoint… so large and yet so perky.”

Lun grinned in response as she stood in only her tight black shorts hugging her rounded hips and curved mons snuggly, Lyon’s hands stroking her sides. The Queen’s Knight leaned in and whispered into her ear. She giggled and nodded.

Faroush watched with interest, wondering what his Lyon had in mind. He rubbed his crotch absently, his hard-on beginning to strain most uncomfortably. Lun soon turned with a mischievous smirk, bending over the ship’s rail at Lyon’s direction. Lyon knelt down and her fingers grasped the hem of the girl’s shorts on either side of her wide hips. Turning to look over her shoulder, with a small smile of her own for Faroush she slowly pulled them down. Lun shook her voluptuous ass a bit to help the process along.

Slowly but surely, the pale moons of Lun’s cheeks came into view. Faroush’s eyes were glued to it as the shorts came down exposing her cute pussy lips peeking out from between her thighs. Lyon pulled them just beyond and stopped, whispering something into Lun’s ear before standing fully.

Lun felt a little awkward standing there pretty much completely naked and there was something particularly embarrassing to have her shorts still on pressed down like this. She looked back at the handsome prince and tried to give him a sexy innocent look like Lyon had asked for. She wasn’t sure what that would be so she settled for just gazing at him with a small mysterious smile. She tossed her mane of hair a bit, trying to get a bang out of her eyes.

She felt Lyon’s fingers entwine with hers and draw her hand back to rest on her fleshy butt. The Queen’s Knight leaned in and looked into her eyes, softly saying, “Show him everything, Lun.”

“You mean?!”

Lyon nodded, “Mmmm hmmm…” Her fingers slipped between Lun’s and dug deeply into her round cheek. “He’s a Falenan Prince. It’s every Falenan woman’s solemn duty to show him their most private precious places.” The black haired girl gave Faroush a wink and he rolled his eyes at her story.

Lun’s eyes widened, “Oh! Really! I’m sorry, Prince. I didn’t know! Honest!” Her own fingers dragged her cheek apart showing Faroush more of her bare pussy lips while also revealing her tiny puckered hole just above. The Prince appreciated the view and shot Lyon a grateful look. She really knew him far too well.

Lun’s face was a bit red, “Is it…is it okay?”

“Stay just like that, Lun.” Ordered Lyon as she strode up to Faroush her hips sashaying gently as she took in the bulge he was currently rubbing.

Faroush found Lun to be a stunning sight as she bent over the rail, her back arched in a supple curve. Her lovely heart shaped ass thrust out, her hip cocked towards him. She really was a true beauty, in a way that wasn’t as readily apparent when her hair was hidden under her hat. Her big brown eyes seemed huge in her supple face. Her large right breast hung deliciously in profile, her thick nipple poking out exuberantly.

He grunted a bit as he felt Lyon’s hands untying the ribbon that held the red and gold cowl wrapped around his waist. Lun arched her back more, trying to see over Lyon’s kneeling form to get a peek. Faroush just smiled at her, knowing she was going to be a bit disappointed. Given his the elaborateness of his clothing, the revealing of his endowment would be a few moments yet. Lyon was standing behind him now, undoing the hidden snaps and fasteners back there and he felt his chest plate loosen. He felt her slip the red cloth from around his neck and moments later her small hands slipped under his arms to lift the plate away to reveal his bare chest. Lyon was soon squatting behind him and her hands were soon undoing his skirts and pulling them away so that he was now standing there in only his sandals and black tights.

He smirked at Lun’s widened eyes and soft “Oooooh!” as something provocative was finally revealed. The thick mass of his hardened cock was easily discerned through the skin tight material as it ran along his hipbone to the side, safely out of the way for easier movement. Lyon’s fingertips slipped into the hem of his tights and dragged them down. He sighed with relief as his cock bounced out into the open air finally released from its tight confinement.

Lun exclaimed, “It’s huge! Feitas! Dragon-horse huge!”

“Larger than that.” Quietly replied with a satisfied smirk Lyon as she knelt at his side and began to work him with both hands, squeezing it firmly and stroking him with easy familiarity.

“Yer not serious!” scoffed Lun even as she remained at the railing, her body frozen by the way the Prince’s eyes continued to linger upon her.

The Queen’s Knight ignored her for a moment as she slurped upon the Prince’s fat purple head, her lips stretched around the knob as large as her fist. With a wet pop, her mouth came off and she looked over her shoulder even as she caught his tip against her neck while she palmed a testicle in each hand, rubbing gently. “T’is true. Such concerns are beneath me but I have a friend who engineered a little contest one day. Miakis always has been a little odd.”

Faroush chuckled, “Such lofty objectivity, Lyon. But if I remember correctly, it was you who so vehemently declared, ‘No low beast is more man than the Royal Falenan Prince!’”

Lyon’s cheeks reddened at his teasing but he didn’t earn any retribution like he’d receive had her purple haired companion been in her place. Instead she gamely agreed, “It’s true. I was quite enthusiastic in my Prince’s defense. But he needed it not for reality speaks far louder than words as Miakis soon found out.”

Faroush enjoyed the flash of fire and satisfaction in his guardian’s eyes. He hadn’t the heart to tell her she’d been completely outmaneuvered by Miakis. Yes, the crazy Queen’s Knight had lost the bet but spending three days as Faroush’s ‘cock ornament’ wasn’t exactly a punishment. The prince practically rolled his eyes as he realized his aunt’s ridiculous term had entered his lexicon.

Lun was arching her back a lot trying to maintain the position even as she craned her neck to try and see past Lyon, “Um… can I.. uh join in?” The girl wiggled her butt a little, clearly yearning to get a closer look at the Prince’s cock but still held in place by her awkward unfamiliarity with being around royalty. Despite the group’s mostly casual manner, some part of the girl still obviously thought she could be thrown in a jail cell for the slightest misstep.

Lyon looked up at her Prince’s face to discern his desire while the tip of her tongue pressed evenly inside the hole at his tip. She decided he was enjoying the girl’s adorable antics and she paused her ministrations long enough to turn her head, “No, stay just like that for us, please. Are you aroused?”

Lun wailed, “YEEES! I’m super horny! Feitas! I don’t think I’ve ever been this randy in my entire life. Not even that time during the Spring Festival when Subala and I did eight guys!” The girl’s brain caught up with her mouth and she quickly cupped one hand over it in horror, “Oh! I can’t believe I just said that! You prolly think I’m a total slut now! Damn!”

Lyon and Faroush exchanged looks. The Queen’s Knight earnestly replied between licks, “Well, a decent slut anyway. The Prince is totally a bigger slut than that. And of course, there’s no one sluttier than Lady Sialeeds.”

Terms like that were usually either a sign of Harmonian influence or just the product of backward provinces where reactionary males managed to spread their hateful ideology. That that sort of thing had infected a healthy young Raftfleet girl’s speech patterns spoke of how important the Royal Family’s Falanen Culture Promotion efforts truly were. Reclaiming slut as a positive word was just one of those initiatives.

Lyon was rubbing Faroush’s thick length along her face, looking up at him lovingly, “I’m afraid I’m not much of a slut at all. I only occasionally play with anyone other than the Prince and a few select others. I try my best…”

He looked down at her, his own face filled with affection, “You’re absolutely perfect just the way you are. Hmmph… it’s not as if everyone can be as slutty as I!” he added mock haughtily.

Lun just took in the interplay, not sure how to react except that it was totally making her even hornier. The hand upon her rear started to slip closer to her pussy. She paused wondering if she was supposed to remain still, “Um…can I…?”

Lyon didn’t need to look to understand the question and replied from underneath Faroush’s shaft as her tongue worked across his balls, “Of course, Lun. Go ahead and touch yourself. The Prince will like that.”

Faroush decided to speak up finally even as he shuddered and jerked a bit in response to his lover’s excellent ministrations, “Are you wet, Lun?” He could see the answer in the glistening lips of her pussy but he wanted to hear her say it.

Lun replied with a low moan as her fingertips drew open her lips and she leaned down further pressing her stomach down upon the rail and arching her back, thrusting her ass up to give him a better view, “Oh True Runes, Prince! I’m so weett! I’m leaking!”

Seeing the girl’s utter arousal and her pink inner folds sent a pulse of thrilling pleasure through his mind and he had to wrap his fingers in Lyon’s hair. She reacted immediately and his tip was soon at her lips. He could barely wait and pressed on the back of her head, knowing she’d be ready. Lyon had shifted her position so that her neck was in line with her head and now she swallowed eagerly. Faroush moaned loudly as her throat’s gyrations drew him down. As he plumbed her gullet he slid one hand down to cup her neck and he thrilled to feel himself there.

He turned his attention back to the Raftfleet girl and he liked what he saw. She was clearly going a bit crazy with lust as four fingers of one hand were plunging quite vigorously into her cunt from behind. Her other hand had slipped down under her stomach and was similarly gyrating across her clit and pussy lips, even as she continually craned her neck back to see what Lyon was doing. Faroush felt a bit sorry for her, it was a bit cruel but he couldn’t deny the hotness of the situation nor could he fault Lyon’s reasoning. The girl’s passage needed to be well lubricated to take a member of his size and this would be her first time.

Lyon drew back from his member and he could see she’d coaxed her saliva into a thick lather upon his shaft. Her hands stroked up and down his full length and he could tell by the look upon her face that she was satisfied with her efforts to prepare him. He was ready and by the loud wet noises being made by Lun’s fingers, she was too.

Lun practically squealed in excitement as she watched Lyon stand and the two slowly approach, the Prince’s intimidating cock swinging and swaying wildly with each step. She couldn’t help but bounce and gyrate in anticipation and she wasn’t unaware of the effect this had upon her exposed rear.

The prince smiled at the girl’s reaction. As he approached he slowed her bouncing butt with his hands upon it and he savored the first feel of his fingers plunging into her soft warm flesh. His erect member fit nicely along the cleavage of her ass and he moaned a bit to feel her smooth skin around him. Clutching her cheeks, he manipulated the fleshy mounds pressing them around him alternately.

Lun, for her part, was practically swooning from the Prince’s attentions. She couldn’t believe the size of the hot hardness pressing against her ass, nor could she fault the delicious tingles of sensation his grasping fingers were causing in her.

Lyon could smell the girl’s excitement as she perched her rear upon the rail next to her. She slipped her hands down to stroke and pull at Lun’s generous breasts, even as she slipped a thigh between her legs to press evenly upon her mound. The girl’s copious juices ran down her leg. Yes, she was ready…

Faroush shifted his hips backward, dragging the head of his cock down her ass. For a moment he rubbed it across her asshole, enjoying the squeak of surprise that elicited but then he continued downward. Grasping it just behind the tip, he rubbed it across her lips, covering it in her juices.

Lun craned her neck to see, “Oh! Is it going to fit?”

Lyon smiled and kissed the girl’s neck, “Relax. You have wide hips. You’ve nothing to worry about.”

The Raftfleet girl squawked, momentarily distracted from the fat head pressing at her nether lips, “Hey! Are you calling me fat?!”

The Queen’s Knight emphasized her words by stroking one hand along Lun’s flat work-tightened stomach, “Of course not! I meant that you share a trait with the women the Prince prefers to be with. Women like the Queen and Lady Sialeeds have wide child bearing hips that make them just perfect for accepting the Prince’s magnificent member deep inside.”

“Really?” enthused Lun, surprised to be compared to such amazing women. Her focus returned to the cock that Faroush was still lazily dragging back and forth across her soaking pussy lips, she gasped a bit every time it bludgeoned her clit with its spongy mass.

She bent forward at the waist and he cupped her large, dangling breasts with his hands and probed at her drenched pussy with the tip of his big cock.

She cried out sharply and loudly as she felt him enter her, not prepared for how quickly he’d spread her wide.

Her trembling hands grasped the ship’s rail and she gritted her teeth as the pressure overwhelmed her. It hurt a bit but intense pleasure was there too.

Faroush pushed inside of her, the wet walls of her vagina wrapping tightly around the head of his cock.

"Ohhh Feitas!'" she cried out, and then her moaning grew louder as she pushed back a bit to take more of him in. "Go slow... go slow," she whispered, her breath catching. "You're... so... big..."

His long thick shaft plowed open her slick inner walls. There was the tightness, a grip around him that he usually felt his first time with a girl before she got used to his size, and the feeling intensified with every added centimeter that she absorbed. Although he wanted to move his hips to speed up his penetration, he remained consistent, carefully setting the pace at which she could take in the hulk of his member.

"Ohhh fuck you're huge...

Lyon cupped the underside of each of Lun’s breasts and pushed them towards her mouth. They were so big and pliable that it must be an easy thing for the girl to suck on her own nipples and Lyon was a bit jealous. But it was her lips now that sought out these pleasure-points, and she sucked them each in turn, tonguing them gently as Lun drew more of her Prince’s meat inside of her body. Lun’s moans became longer and louder with every passing second.

Her hips were gyrating again, his cock drawing tight circles below him as it slipped farther and farther into her.

Then Lun felt his motion change, his cock moving in reverse direction, then being forced into her more quickly and deeply. She cried out as her hands wrapped around Lyon for support drawing the small girl in close her face smothered in her breasts. She had little time to enjoy the bodyguard’s soft face upon her skin before the in-and-out movements of the Prince’s cock continued, and with each repetition she felt him plunging in farther than the time before. She wasn't sure, but she thought that she had about two-thirds of his length inside of her now. Would she be able to take all of him...

In a sudden rush, she did. She screamed as she felt the head of his penis rush past more of her wet interior until it pushed hard against something. He quickly drew him out an inch or two and then slammed back in even more forcefully, she was screaming again and then crying out in joy, and this time she felt his cock buried to the hilt inside of her with no obstructions.

Lyon knelt down in front of Lun, her head pressed back against the ship’s rail. She licked and slurped upon the girl’s distended pussy lips and clit while her hands cupped and massaged Faroush’s sack as it bounced back and forth. With each thrust of her Prince’s hips the Raftfleet girl’s body pressed forward, smothering the Queen’s Knight’s face with her wet mons rhythmically.

Faroush moved in close, his body pressing down upon Lun’s back as he brought his hands to her breasts, cupping them and squeezing lightly. His pistoning hips moved slower now a concession to both Lun’s for all intents and purposes virgin pussy and to protect Lyon’s head from being smashed into the ship’s rail.

The incredible sensations emanating from Lun’s pussy had been growing for several minutes now but the added stimulation from Lyon’s mouth, tongue, and lips plus the Prince’s manipulation of her nipples caused answering tinglings of pleasure that sent her over the edge.

She screamed and thrashed her body as an astonishingly intense orgasm washed across her system.

The Prince was surprised by the strength of the girl’s vaginal muscles as they furiously clenched and unclenched around his member. The squeezing sensation almost felt as if her hot sloppily wet pussy were milking his prick, trying to draw out all of his cum. Surprisingly, he felt his own orgasm suddenly approach and fought to hold it back.

Lyon had other ideas however, her Lun-moistened finger plunging into his butt, the surprising stimulation sending him over the edge. He grunted and thrust his hips one final time, his ass cheeks clenching and unclenching around her finger as his prick swelled and fired his first blast of cum deep inside the girl’s pussy.

Lun’s cries changed in tenor as she felt the hot semen suddenly washing across her deepest places.

Faroush’s hips jerked as his cock spat load after load of his baby batter into the healthy Raftfleet girl’s womb. He felt a familiar rush of pleasure as he did so, his instincts rewarding him for possibly knocking her up even if intellectually he knew it wasn’t true. Water Rune contraceptive spells were widespread in Falena but even if Lun didn’t have any, the Royal Family’s versions were second to none.

Lyon’s finger had been removed but now he felt her pinching his ass a bit and he knew what she wanted. His lovely bodyguard was his Aunt Sialeed’s most zealot convert into the belief that the rather abnormally large amounts of cum he produced with each orgasm were solely for lewdly branding his every conquest. It was a bit silly, but he could deny Lyon nothing and he quickly drew himself completely from the girl, his next load blasting across her already wet and messy pussy. Gripping his cock just behind the head, he tugged upon it, firing more gooey white cream all across her tanned round ass as it thrust out so nicely.

Lun barely registered the cum now spraying across her curved back and even soaking into the hair on her head as she gently shook from the aftershocks of her orgasms. She did, however feel the liquid issuing from her now unstuffed cunt and she couldn’t help but note that the amount of man-cream spraying out from her own body was an ocean compared to the puddle that any of the men she’d been with before had ever produced. She felt Lyon’s strong hands maneuver her around and she went along meekly, still totally in a world of bliss.

Faroush grinned as the beautiful Raftfleet girl now faced him her body splayed out as she leaned against the rail. She had an almost inebriated looking smile upon her face. Lyon had taken charge of his member and she now directed his flow across the girl’s body. She urgently jerked his tip, depositing a thick gooey amount directy in the girl’s belly button before lifting it and firing a volley into the generous hills of the girl’s breasts, his issue sliding down the valley they formed then running down her flat stomach before finally running between her legs to join her still leaking pussy.

His orgasm finally coming down, Lyon fired his last few lesser loads upon Lun’s pretty face, the force of his blasts having lessened enough so that some merely smeared her lips while a long string ran over one eyebrow to slide down the curve of her nose.

Faroush gently helped the exhausted girl lay down upon the deck while Lyon used the girl’s discarded top to form a make shift pillow for her head. Lun seemed content to rest for the moment, a lazy smile upon her face while one hand idly stroked one fat tit while the other meandered between her legs. She watched as with a gentle slap upon Lyon’s rear, the Queen’s Knight was directed to bend over the rail much like Lun had mere minutes before. She was a bit confused as Lyon was still completely clothed in her voluminous uniform but Faroush flipped up the girl’s skirts to reveal that her black tights only made it to the tops of her thighs. Her surprisingly voluptuous bottom was completely uncovered, her own pink dripping pussy lips were easily discerned between her athletic thighs.

Without preamble, the Prince plunged is amazingly still erect behemoth directly into Lyon. It went in without any of the struggle Lun remembered from her experience and she was a bit jealous. Especially now that she could see how much Lyon was clearly enjoying Faroush’s slow but steady strokes, the normally quiet girl starting to moan unabashedly.

Lun was content to watch the beautiful lovers but she could feel the need building within her nethers.

She was going to get another turn… Oh yes she was!