Disclaimer: Suikoden II and its characters are property of Konami and I do not own them, nor do I do this for profit. Any similarity to actual people, names, and/or events is coincidental and unintentional. This story contains situations and scenes not suitable for minors so if you are not yet an adult then stop reading.
This story was originally requested by Terpfen at the Greyarchive forum. Terpfen also supplied ideas for the storyline.
Comments? Ideas? Requests? I would welcome them; contact me at [ninjaxgaijin@yahoo.com]. Enjoy your reading.
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Irresistible
A Suikoden II Fanfic
By: Ninja Gaijin
Jeane knelt in front of the white-haired wolf-dog and stroked the beast’s fur. Shiro looked quizzically, first at the silver-haired runemistress in front of him, and then to his master, who had just put back his pants with a guilty look on his face.
JeaneThe bowman Kinnison smiled uncomfortably at Jeane, trying to keep up his composure after one of the most shocking yet pleasant moments of his life. He was at loss with words, but Jeane would likely pay no heed to whatever he might want to say, as her attention had drifted to Shiro.
The temptress savoured the feel of Shiro’s fur against her skin. She wondered if the wolf-dog would understand. His animalistic face showed no emotion, but at least Jeane could sense that Shiro did not mind her.
These guys could see through her, after all.
Unlike humans and most sentient beings.
A flash of blue some distance away reminded her of something she had not yet achieved.
She left Shiro and his master after throwing a most beautiful smirk at them, sauntering on the cobblestone path towards the marketplace at Dunan Castle. She saw Gordon’s trading post on her right and Lebrante’s appraisal shop on her left. As she passed, she glanced through the windows and saw the two proprietors doing their business in their own shops. She remembered Gordon’s smooth-talk and glittering gifts, as if those were actually necessary to persuade her. She recalled Lebrante’s delicate touch and admiring eyes, as if she was one of those trinkets the appraiser loved so much.
She had enchanted them both with her charms, and that was enough.
She’d had people throwing themselves at her feet ever since time immemorial.
She was irresistible.
Well, almost. From time to time, there were always some who were harder to attract.
He was one of them.
Flik stood in front of the doorway to Jeane’s rune shop. At first glance he saw that the runemistress was not in; so he turned, and that was when he bumped into her and almost knocked her to the ground.
Agile and ever-chivalrous, Flik managed to catch Jeane’s falling body before she hit the cobblestones.
“Oh! I’m so sorry, Miss Jeane. I didn’t know you were there… um…”
Flik instantly realized that one of his hands was holding Jeane’s hand, while his other hand went around her lean waist. A most awkward position…
Well, if you deliberately stood so close to the back of another person who was going to turn around, there would be a good chance that the person would incidentally bump into you and knock you down. But ‘deliberately’ and ‘incidentally’ does not go well in one sentence.
“Tee hee hee,” Jeane just chuckled like she always did. “Careful there…”
After making sure Jeane won’t fall if he let go, Flik pulled his hands as fast as he could from Jeane’s body, as if he had just handled hot metal.
“I uh… I was going to check my Lightning Rune but uh… I…”
“Hmmm…” Jeane hummed as she stared at Flik. “Come on in, then…”
Jeane walked past Flik through the doorway. Her skin brushed his as she went past. Again, deliberately.
The runemistress sat behind her desk. Flik sat in front of her, keeping cool despite the previous incident.
“Now let me see your hand…” Her voice was pure seduction. Men through the ages went crazy just by hearing her speak.
This one, however, was a tough nut to crack.
If the word ‘seduction’ were to manifest in some being, it would resemble Jeane. With her sultry silvery hair, enchanting emerald eyes, smooth silky skin, and faultlessly fine figure. With her playful yet seductive attitude. Draped in a dangerously diaphanous dress.
Her heavenly face rarely betrayed any emotion, besides the ever-present smile, so it was always hard to fathom what was on her mind.
If she had been thinking about various methods of persuasion as she faced Flik, it was not apparent.
Flik held out his hand, showing Jeane his Lightning rune. Jeane ran her hands over Flik’s, examining the rune.
“Uh-huh… This is still the same rune from two years ago, isn’t it…?”
“Um, yeah,” Flik said, with an uncomfortable tone after having Jeane’s hand all over his hand in a manner that can be described with the adverb ‘lovingly’. “It was… from Odessa.”
“Odessa…? Tee hee… I see…”
Odessa. Another woman.
Two years ago, during a previous war, Jeane had worked with another set of 108 heroes led by Tir McDohl, and Flik had been involved too. This Odessa had been the leader of the resistance movement in the Scarlet Moon Empire, and when she died, Tir replaced her.
But for Flik, Odessa was irreplaceable. Jeane figured out that much.
Mortals… It was always fun to see them try so hard, making the best of their short lives. At the same time, she felt pity because of their evanescence. No matter how hard they’ve worked, some of them did not live long enough to enjoy the fruits. Others wasted their limited chance pursuing meaningless things. And there were those who squandered their precious existence by getting stuck in past regrets.
Could he be one of the latter?
Most likely, Jeane thought. As she remembered him two years ago, Flik had always carried around a hint of sadness. Sadness of losing Odessa and being unable to do anything about it.
Just then, Flik frowned when he heard Jeane giggle at the mention of the name ‘Odessa’.
The runemistress kept smiling.
“Uh-huh… still working as fine as ever, this lightning rune of yours. I guess you’d rather keep it on your hand as long as possible, hmm…?”
Flik nodded without saying a word. Jeane remembered, only two years ago Flik had been a hot-headed boy; now the blue-clad swordsman seemed to have matured and mellowed, but he was still haunted by the sorrow of losing Odessa.
Such a waste, Jeane thought. As Flik was not like herself, he had a smaller window of opportunities, and brooding for too long won’t do him any good.
Jeane leaned back on her chair, after letting go of Flik’s hand. She had been sitting with her legs crossed. The low table did not obstruct Flik’s view of her beautiful legs at all, and Jeane knew that. She knew Flik was inadvertently watching as she uncrossed her legs and crossed them again, her legs exchanging positions.
“Tee hee… are you watching something?” she teased.
“No!!” Flik immediately turned red, realizing that he had been unconsciously following the movement of Jeane’s lovely legs. “E-excuse me, I… I got to um… go meet my men at the barracks!!” He sprang up and bumped the runemistress’ working table, almost knocking over her crystal ball. Jeane was still all smiles as Flik put some potch on the table without even looking at her.
“Tee hee… do come again…”
The flustered Flik sprinted out of the runemistress’ shop without any parting words. But Jeane could still catch a glimpse of his bulging nether regions as he swung by… a sign that his defence had started to crumble.
“Tee hee hee…”
*****
-Later, at the same day-
For some reason, Shiro was with the kobolds Gengen and Gabocha and the gypsy sisters Eilie and Rina in front of the door to Hilda’s inn and Leona’s tavern that evening. It was almost sundown; Eilie was practicing tricks with her knives while the two kobolds watched in awe, whereas Rina sat on the ground, leaning her back against a wall and petting Shiro, who curled beside her. Kinnison was nowhere to be seen.
When Jeane passed by, Eilie stopped her practice and the two kobolds gave a friendly wave. Jeane waved back and smiled; Eilie blushed as she cannot help but admire the runemistress’ ethereal beauty. Rina returned the smile, while Shiro cocked his head and stared.
JeaneJeane looked meaningfully at Rina. She knew the gypsy fortune-teller had many things in common with her. It could be said that she and Rina were pursuing a similar trade; but not in runes or card reading…
She chuckled as she saw Rina’s hand stroking Shiro’s furry head. The combination of Rina’s elegant hands and Shiro’s fierce fangs seemed… scandalous. She wondered if Rina had the same ideas as herself concerning the white wolf-dog…
Jeane opened the door and walked into the building. Right in front of her were the stairs leading up to Hilda’s inn; she should visit the innkeeper sometimes… or better yet, the proprietor of the general store next to the inn, who happened to be her husband?... but that’s for later. Jeane turned left and entered Leona’s tavern. It had been a noisy scene with the half-drunk Amada and Tai Ho singing offbeat songs, and Viktor and Rikimaru gulping glass after glass of beer in a drinking contest in front of Leona, and Anita and Valeria talking to each other in a manner that can strangely be described as ‘friendly bitching’, and Humphrey drinking in silence, but all noise died down as Jeane made her way through. Her presence alone had that magical effect of mesmerizing everyone in the tavern into silence with the exception of Rikimaru, who hollered out to her instead, “Care to have a drink with us, Miss Jeane? We could always appreciate more female company!”
But Rikimaru was straightforward like that, and Jeane did not mind; she knew the hefty swordsman was not immune to her charms yet he was brutally honest in expressing what was in his mind. Quite unlike another swordsman who was usually clad in a darker shade of blue… and was not around the tavern at that time. So she just blew a kiss to Rikimaru and left the tavern through the door near the bar.
Jeane did not turn back to see noise and life returning to the tavern, with Amada and Tai Ho now singing rather lewd songs about loose wenches and Anita and Valeria bitching about Jeane’s unrealistically good looks and Leona smacking Viktor’s head because the ‘bear-man’ literally drooled at the previous sight of Jeane. Only Humphrey continued drinking in silence.
Flik was found not far from there, speaking with Barbara in front of the warehouse. Perfect; she was going there too. It was a short walk from the tavern to the warehouse but she was stopped by Meg who was looking for that barrel-robot of hers, Gadget, and asked whether Gadget might be hiding somewhere near the rune shop. After Jeane gave a short noncommittal chuckle as an answer, Meg interpreted it as a positive hint and ran towards the rune shop. By the time Jeane reached Barbara, Flik was nowhere to be seen.
“Your stuff’s arrived, it’s somewhere in there but I don’t know where exactly ‘cos I got tons of stuff coming in today. Flik’s in there too, perhaps he could help ya,” Barbara boomed.
“Tee hee… thanks,” she replied. Barbara was loud and feisty, and she would speak like that to everyone, but Jeane knew the warehouse keeper’s words were always reliable. She entered the warehouse and found her quarry there.
“My my… what a coincidence to bump into you again here…”
It was an actual bump indeed, because Jeane had sneaked to stand very close to Flik again without him noticing, waiting for him to turn back. This time Flik did not knock her down, but he managed to bump into her glorious breasts as he turned to check a different pile of crates.
“Oh!?” Flik let out a startled yelp as his arm suddenly met soft mounds of flesh. “I… I’m sorry again, miss Jeane.”
“Tee hee… it’s okay… I’m glad to see you here, actually. I need to get that box there, but as you can see, it’s so high above…”
Flik turned his head to see a crate Jeane pointed her finger at. It wasn’t actually that hard to get, given that there are some barrels one can step on in order to reach it. But of course, a lady should not have to do such indelicate tasks like climbing onto a barrel and hauling a crate. So it was inevitable that Flik would offer to help.
Flik stepped onto one of the barrels and reached up to the box Jeane was trying to get. It was not that big, about the size of a shoebox, and Flik concluded that it must be a shoebox or something similar. Just as he tried to get his hands on the box, he heard Jeane’s call.
“Flik…?”
“Yes?” He turned around and looked down to Jeane, standing behind him with her arms folded just underneath her magnificent boobs, propping up the succulent orbs so that they look as if they were going to spill out of her décolletage. Flik found his concentration forcefully seized by the spectacular view of her cleavage, as he failed to notice that she was trying to warn him—
“…you might want to be careful with your footing there, the barrel is…”
“WARNING. WARNING. EXCESS WEIGHT DETECTED ON UPPER SURFACE. COMMENCE REMOVAL TO PREVENT INTERNAL DAMAGE.”
“What the—“ Flik’s outburst was cut short as wheels and a pair of mechanical arms sprung out from the barrel he stood on. The barrel was in fact Gadget, who had been hiding from Meg in the warehouse, and apparently his programming considered that being stepped on was not an acceptable procedure. Gadget’s mechanical arms immediately grabbed the offender on top of him and proceeded to throw the unfortunate interloper off his upper surface. Said interloper tumbled off the barrel-robot; he still managed to drag the box he was going to get, but without a good grasp the box fell out of his hands and crashed onto the warehouse floor. The box was made of light cardboard, so it was just slightly damaged by the fall, but its lid fell off and its contents of intimate outfits spilled out. Obviously the contents, being inanimate objects made of soft material, fared better than the person thrown by Gadget to the floor. Well, maybe it was not that bad for him, because he did not hit the floor right away, as he fell into another person who had been standing behind him…
“Uhh…” Flik groaned, more from the shock of being tossed by a barrel than the pain, because, strangely, hitting the warehouse floor should be more painful. And there was something unusual about the floor. He tried to feel the floor with his fingers. It was too soft and fragrant… and it should not have this bouncy texture…
“Oh no!”
Flik’s eyes almost leaped out of their sockets when he realized that he was lying all over Jeane’s body, and that means Jeane was the one that took the brunt of the impact, and moreover, during the ruckus her boobs somehow popped out from her dress, and his hand was grabbing one of them. Jeane looked as if she’s out for the count, her eyes closed, her luscious lips slightly open, her magnificent chest heaving lightly with her breathing, her white thighs tangling with his legs…
Flik slapped his own head, trying to reorganize the messed-up priorities in his mind.
There is a woman lying unconscious in the middle of the room, and now is not the time to admire her beauty! Wait, why was I admiring her in the first place!? I should get her to Dr. Huan, stat! But her boobs are exposed! Wait, why am I bothering to consider her boobs anyway? I shouldn’t be doing that! Just cover her chest and get her to the doctor’s!
In the end, it was the sound of Barbara’s heavy footsteps and her shouting that helped Flik calm his nerves.
“Ya guys okay in there!? Think I heard stuff crashing in there. Oh my…” Barbara showed up just as Flik managed to cover Jeane’s chest, but not before he can get his hands off the hem of her dress. Barbara shot him a suspecting glare.
“She all right?”
Flik rambled, trying to explain that he fell down onto her while reaching for a box above, because he did not notice he was standing on Gadget, and Gadget pulled him down. All the time, the oft-mentioned barrel robot had quietly morphed back into being another unremarkable barrel among others. Barbara looked as if she had a hard time believing Flik’s confused explanation.
“If you don’t mind, I think she needs to be taken to Dr. Huan now. She might have bumped her head or something, I hope she’s all right but I’m not taking any chances, excuse me, coming through!”
After finishing the explanation—which Barbara still find unconvincing—Flik lifted the seemingly unconscious Jeane in his arms and dashed past Barbara, straight out through the door.
“What the…” Barbara saw them leave in a hurry. She heard Flik said something about Gadget though, so she looked around to check if Gadget was actually around, which might make Flik’s explanation more plausible, but it was not Gadget she discovered first.
“Wait a minute… Is that a thong I see there?”
*****
Flik raced across the great hall carrying Jeane in his arms, past Viki who was not quick-witted enough to ask why he was carrying her, past Luc who was not concerned enough to care about them. He almost bumped into Adlai who had just emerged out of the elevator. He went through the corridor that connected the main building to the barracks where Dr. Huan’s infirmary was located, rushed straight to the infirmary door, kicked the door open and startled Dr. Huan.
Flik“Dr. Huan!” Flik screamed, “Please check if she’s okay. She fell down—I mean I fell down—I fell down on her and I think she might’ve knocked her head or something—just check her, please!”
“Relax,” Dr. Huan said calmly. “I think you’re exaggerating a bit, Mister Flik. Look, it seems Miss Jeane is all right.”
“She—what?”
Just then Flik realized that one of Jeane’s arms was wrapped around his neck, and her eyes were wide open, and her lips were smirking, and one of her breasts squeezed against his chest—wait, that’s one unnecessary observation…
“Tee hee…” Jeane chuckled, still in the cradle of Flik’s arms.
“Y-y-you’re…”
Keeping her arms around Flik’s neck for support, Jeane swung her leg to get off Flik’s embrace and stand. She still had her arms around him when she had managed to get both of her feet to the ground, while Flik had been frozen on the spot.
“Tee hee… I really appreciate your concern… that was very gentlemanly of you…”
Before he could do anything about it, Jeane kissed Flik’s cheek.
“Ah…”
“I shall take my leave… see you later…” Jeane spoke to Flik, and then she smiled to Dr. Huan and left the infirmary. Dr. Huan replied with a courteous nod, as if unaffected by the previous incident.
Flik was still frozen by the shock for some time, but eventually he came round and left the infirmary.
*****
-That night-
Flik was just getting ready to sleep. He had exchanged his usual combat gear with a white shirt, which he wore unbuttoned, and light blue slacks—an outfit that burdened him less, but his mind was not yet free of burden. He’d had more stuff happening to him than he wanted during the day, and almost half of it had something to do with her…
…Jeane.
What was she after?
Flik could not answer.
Could she be…?
His mind replayed all the ‘wonderful’ sights he had witnessed that day.
Her legs uncrossing and re-crossing.
Her low-cut dress and her cleavage.
Her voice… so tempting yet so full of sweet poison.
Oh. Damn.
His recollection of her had just caused a hard-on.
No. No. No no no no no. I will not go down that road.
He glanced towards his sword in its sheath.
It wasn’t called ‘Odessa+’ for nothing.
I have made up my mind.
I shall only dedicate my undying love to her.
I shall forever hold only her in my heart.
And that’s that.
Flik lay back on his bed, hands behind his head, as he tried to flush images of Jeane out of his head with his memories of Odessa.
He just wanted some sleep…
*****
“Wind of Sleep…”
Being a very experienced runemistress, Jeane knew how to modify runes and spells cast using runes. She had just tweaked a wind rune so that its Wind of Sleep spell—normally inflicting sleep—would give a more subtle effect of inducing a state of half-sleep. She remembered that some time in the past, a poet had fantasized about “the place between sleep and awake”. She managed to find the right settings to make Wind of Sleep take its target there, to the place the poet had dreamed about, somewhere in the margins of consciousness…
“Tee-hee-hee…”
*****
Flik heard a woman’s giggle.
He had heard it a few times today.
She was there, in his room.
A dream. This must be a dream. Or maybe a nightmare.
Her divine figure seemed to radiate silvery light, as she walked slowly towards his bed, smiling, her hips swaying, her steps like a tiger’s, ready to pounce on her helpless prey…
But was it really her? Flik blinked and the goddess in front of her seemed to assume the shape of an auburn-haired woman, one he so longed to see…
A dream. This must be a dream.
This HAS to be a dream. Who would’ve thought she would visit him…
Well, he did thought about her a lot before drifting off to sleep—
But is it really her?
The woman’s image changed back and forth between the original form, the silver-haired diva, and the red-haired form, a likeness of Odessa, as she got closer and closer. Which one was her? Odessa? Jeane?
Why?
This must be a dream, dammit.
Flik tried to force himself to wake up. Somehow he could not.
As if he had already woken up.
But he was not sure. Odessa could not be there in the world of the awake. And the alternating image of the woman—that looked much more like something in a dream.
She climbed up to his bed in the form of Odessa, and immediately he shrunk back, partly because in his mind, this woman’s actions contradicted his notion of Odessa, so she could not be Odessa. But her face is exactly Odessa’s as he remembered it.
She crept closer towards him, until their faces were just inches apart.
It was her body that messed up Flik’s imagination further. Hers was tall, slender, buxom, draped in a white long dress, with a very low neckline—
Odessa would never wear something that revealing, but—
Those… breasts…
No. This is wrong. This is wrong! She is definitely not her! Odessa is not a—
Even in his thoughts, he was still too gentlemanly to continue with that rather unflattering word. But one thing was certain: the woman in front of him had enthralled him. She had been taunting him the whole day and somehow he felt too tired to ignore her this time.
Wait. That means…
He realized that it was her, after all. The witch. The seductress. The walking wet dream.
The runemistress.
And unlike earlier in the day, he no longer wanted to run away.
Her upper body was hovering just slightly above his line of sight, and those magnificent orbs of hers hung alluringly like a pair of luscious fruits, her nipples almost touching his chest from behind the flimsy fabric of her dress…
“Tee hee… do you like them… my lord?” Her words make him dizzy. Of course! What sane man would reject such delectable offering!? He nodded weakly. The seductress giggled and lowered her body until her tits rested on his chest. She continued by rubbing and mashing her breasts against his bare chest, creeping slowly towards his lower body. Those succulent orbs sprung out of their silken cage, inducing pleasure and passion with every contact.
At that point, Flik sensed his member going hard.
And she knew it.
She lifted herself off him, and peered downward to a growing bulge behind his slacks. She gave him a mischievous smile.
“Tee hee… I guess you do like them, don’t you?”
He felt too embarrassed to answer. But Jeane did not wait for an answer; she lowered her upper body again, getting closer to his erection. Flik swallowed hard.
“Hmm… I can feel it… so hard and hot…” Jeane said. That should not be a surprise, since she had her breasts grinding on Flik’s raging boner then. “Tell me… have you done this before?”
Flik hesitated. He did not want to admit it, but the answer was no… He loved Odessa all this time, but apart from a few friendly touches, he never got further to know her body. His love of her was rather idealistic, after all. It was closer to adulation or reverence than passion. But the presence of the sensual creature before him forced a reinterpretation of his understanding of love. What is love? What should a man do in situations like this?
Were Odessa still alive today, would he do it with her?
Somehow, the thought frightened him a little. True, among others, he was fond of her beauty, but he could not remember if he had ever thought of Odessa sexually. To do so would seem blasphemous… for she was more than a woman, she was like a divine entity to him.
But what if goddesses are willing to grace mortals with their physical blessing?
One of them was there, in front of him, doing such a worldly gesture of pulling down his slacks and releasing his erect member out.
He could say nothing. She did not need words.
She darted quickly forwards and caught his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He’d never kissed so lustfully before—he hardly ever kissed before—and it felt unlike anything he’d experienced before.
She went down again, crushing her breasts against his skin, dragging the mounds of meat down his body, back towards his groin. Soon his erection was trapped between two mountains of sensitive flesh, and she began to squeeze and grind them, torturing his member with exquisite pleasure. His breathing became short gasps as she kneaded her breasts around his cock. She then started to suck the excited tip of his member while it stuck helplessly between her tits. The stimulation proved to be too much and he was pushed over the edge.
“AAH!?” His penis went rigid and he ejaculated suddenly all over her breasts. Almost everything that had been done to him by her that night was a new experience, and he hardly knew that he would come just by that. She smiled at his naivety; she knew that young, inexperienced ones sometimes lacked control like that.
Then again, almost everyone was young and inexperienced, from her point of view,
“Ahhh… oh… I… I’m so sorry!!” He apologized to her, thinking that he did something she did not want. She giggled; it’s not like he did anything wrong. His seed was mostly splattered over her huge bust, and she was dreamily touching and playing with the sticky ejaculate.
After an unexpectedly early discharge, his cock lost its stiffness; it began to wither and slump back lifelessly. She giggled again. That won’t be for long.
“Follow my ministrations… okay?... Hee hee…” She grabbed each of his ankles with her hands and pushed them lightly so his legs are spread with his knees up in the air and his feet was nearer to where his buttocks are. And then she went further down, placing her face in front of his exposed crotch. He could only see her silver-haired crown and ponytail, but he immediately felt something wet and hot touched his balls.
She was licking his balls!
And she did more than that!
After a few licks, her tongue left his balls for another target. Her vast experience told her that there were stimulation points rarely known by most people, but proven to be very sensitive and potent in giving life back to a man’s penis.
He felt her fingers pry open a region he never thought anyone would ever consider to venture into.
And then her tongue followed.
She was licking his arsehole.
Flik could not believe she would do such a thing. Such a… dirty thing. Yet somehow his body reacted to her lapping, and with every wipe of her tongue, he realized that his previously limp dick began to harden again. He was confused but excited at the same time…
…and on one occasion, she jabbed her tongue into his hole, and she managed to get a shallow penetration. His cock had stood erect and the shock caused by her tongue’s intrusion made his hips buck and his cock waved around, slapping her forehead lightly.
He felt he was going to lose it again right then, but Jeane quickly pulled her tongue out and grabbed the base of his cock real tight, blocking his coming ejaculation. He whimpered in pain as Jeane denied him release.
“Ahah…”
“Hee hee… not yet…”
She kept his member in a death grip for some time until he seemed to have calmed down. Flik was breathing hard, struggling to keep his mind in one piece as the silver-haired minx in front of her flashed him a mischievous smile.
She went back to his crotch again, this time taking his balls inside her mouth, holding them inside her oral cavity while her tongue darted to and fro, playing with his testicles. She let them go and then stuck her tongue out, lapping the base of his nut sack, and then dragging her tongue upwards, with her upper lip clearing the way, along the lower surface of his stiff rod, slowly, wiping fluids that were dribbling down the shaft. She ended with a flick of her tongue, giving a final tease near his urethral opening. But that was not the end. She immediately took his erection in her mouth, wrapping her crimson lips around his cock, and then—
“Tee hee… I’ll make you feel good, baby…”
Without any warning, she rapidly thrust her middle finger in his asshole.
He did not know why, but he realized his scream then was a few notes higher than usual. She felt his asshole tightening against her intruding finger, and the taste of his sperm pouring into her mouth. That was the case. He lost control and came violently as she violated his asshole with her finger.
He screamed, his head thrown back deeper into his pillow, his member furiously pumping his seed into the runemistress’ throat. Jeane was ready and swallowed the load, tasting his cum whilst being amused by the fact that the lad came harder when she penetrated his ass. Perhaps, she thought, he was more than what he himself realized…
Flik’s ejaculation ended a few shots later and he laid there, panting, sweating, his mind coming to a rather shameful realization: it was as if he had just been raped by Jeane, and he climaxed from that ‘rape’. What a weird realization for a man to have…
…but he felt a refreshing wind all of a sudden, which seemed to put new strength into his body. He knew this wind. Healing Wind, a spell of the regular wind rune. Yet it was not the normal Healing Wind he sometimes felt while on action. For that matter, it was the runemistress’ doing. She had been experimenting with wind runes, fusing it with other runes; this one, which she used to cast the altered Wind of Sleep earlier, had been fused with a Charm rune, one rare rune usually not found in Dunan city-states, but Jeane had acquired some from Falena some years ago. That was why the spells had a side-effect of sexual stimulation.
Flik sighed as he became the victim of yet another of Jeane’s tricks. He felt his heart beat faster, his blood racing around his body, and his mind filled with vigour. He knew what that feeling was.
Berserk.
She chose to inflict a dangerous status on him. Berserk was usually only used (or abused) in fighting, as it heightens aggressiveness, lowers inhibitions and reservations, and suppressed rational thinking for bursts of excitement.
Initially, Flik was bewildered. Normal Wind of Sleep spells did not come with a Berserk side-effect, and for that matter, it was not the time and place to be berserk, for it was not a battlefield—
His confusion ended as the surge caused by berserk wiped most irrelevant thoughts off his mind. He felt excited. Passionate. Angered.
Angered at the temptress who had toyed with him. And there she was, sitting in front of him on his bed, with a teasing smile, which erupted into yet another giggle—
“Tee hee…”
That was one ‘tee hee’ to many. He lost his cool.
With an uncharacteristic roughness, Flik grabbed Jeane’s ponytail and pulled her down to the bed, while at the same jumping to his own feet. Annoyingly, the runemistress did not seem to mind being treated harshly like that; she did not scream in protest, she just smiled and chuckled as if she did not mind. This only fuelled Flik’s fury further as they exchanged places, Jeane now pinned on the bed and Flik straddling on her, his fiery eyes met hers, his hands securing hers. In a normal state of mind, he would never do such brutish actions but… she asked for it. And he’d had enough of the teasing. If this was what she wanted, he’d give it to her. Hard.
True, he never did it with anyone before. Not even with Odessa.
But primal instincts made him know what to do.
He did not hesitate at all when he ripped Jeane’s tissue chemise away, revealing her slender waist and stomach to his eyes. He looked down and discovered that there was nothing underneath her already-indecent dress. Her breasts had been exposed ever since she teased him before, but only then he could notice their perfect balance against her sculpted torso, a pair of flawless flesh standing proud on the white pedestal of her thorax.
His cock was so stiff that it hurt. Her body slithered and squirmed under him, but she was going nowhere because his arms had secured her in place.
He would show her what she’s going to get for being such a tease. He pulled his hands away, and quickly grabbed both her thighs. She could not flee him with both her legs secure in his grasp. She felt his hard erection poking clumsily around her ass, and grinned.
“Tee hee… go ahead… you want it, don’t you?”
“Take this, whore!” He swore at her as he managed to plunge his raging cock into her cunt. The berserker effect had even broken his usual gentlemanly way of speaking. Flik the knight was nowhere around; he had been turned into a lustful beast by the seductress. Flik winced as he stuck deeper into her; he had never had sex with anyone before, and the sensation of Jeane’s hot, tight tunnel around his cock bombarded his mind with pleasure. He could feel Jeane’s walls pulsing and constricting his member, forcing it to explode deep, defiling her insides with his potent seed. It was an animalistic passion that overrides rational thought with a determination to mate and even impregnate. He was surprised by the ease of his passage into her, though; he thought it would be tight, but the inside was well-lubricated.
She was expecting him to do that!
Furiously, Flik began to pump in and out, pounding mercilessly against her crotch. She muttered some incomprehensible words with her usual ‘tee-hee’s every now and then, but Flik could not care less. She was probably grunting and moaning in pleasure, yet the fact that she still can giggle somehow gave the impression that she never lost control to lust, unlike the enraged beast who were fucking her hard. Let him learn how it felt to force himself onto her, she thought, to treat her as just an object, to dominate and subdue a woman.
Those thoughts kept Jeane amused between her moans of pleasure.
“Tee hee… AH! OH! Yeah! You like it? Oh!”
What would change after this? she wondered. Had she corrupted yet another innocent soul by giving him a taste of forbidden knowledge? By letting him know how it feels to violate a woman? Was making him able to get over that dead lover of his her only motivation? Or was she inadvertently trying to lead him astray?
“Oh! Yes! Hee hee… Oh! Fuck me hard! You want it don’t you? You like fucking me like a whore?”
Indecent messages from Jeane lodged themselves into Flik’s mind, but for the time being, he paid no attention to them; he just continued banging her like mad. The only thoughts he entertained at the moment was about how good it felt, and how slutty she was, enjoying herself while almost being raped. Her gasps and moans fuelled his passion, while her teasing giggles kept him enraged.
Sensations of her pussy were driving him ever closer to ecstasy. And he was not the only one doing the effort. Ever since he penetrated her, she had been active as well, moving her hips against his movement, bashing flesh against flesh. She was not disappointed with his fierce performance, and she did want a taste of him as well—that was what made her start teasing him in the first place. It was hard to crack his tough, chivalrous exterior at first, but she managed to do that and unleashed the savage passion trapped inside. He was young, energetic, and hot-blooded.
But then again, he was inexperienced, after all.
And they always could not hold it as long as she preferred.
As he thrust deep, his head was thrown back and he roared. He exploded deep within her twat, his member shooting blasts of seed inside her with a vengeance. It was longer than his first and second climaxes, and he felt as if his own mind was sucked in and shot out inside her. It was just his first experience of fucking a woman but it had been really intense.
“Ahhhhh…. Yeeaahhh!”
He finished unloading every last drop left in his balls inside her. Somehow, his instincts rewarded him with a cruel satisfaction, making him think as if he had conquered this bitch. He pulled out of her cum-filled snatch and let go of her hips. She leaned to her right side, lifting her right leg while her left hand pried open her pussy lips, showing him clearly how much seed he had dumped within her. Her right hand was still playing with her breast and she licked her lips.
Jeane looked at Flik, who was sitting at the edge of his bed, panting, sweating, his member gone flaccid. It seemed that the fire that was in his eye had vanished, replaced with a weary and confused look. He was no longer in Berserk mode. The old Flik was back.
She chuckled and smiled at him. She hoped that session would help him get over his sadness. But she was not yet satisfied.
*****
None of them said a word for a few minutes. The background noise was now noticeable.
Light moaning sounds.
Jeane stood and walked nonchalantly towards the source of the sound. She paid no heed to Flik’s seed dripping along the inside of her thighs.
Flik looked as if he did not hear the noise. He just sat there, looking confused and guilt-ridden.
Jeane arrived at the door to Flik’s room—which was slightly open—and opened it quickly.
In tumbled someone who had been watching the whole incident, who had lost control and made a mess of herself.
Nina, flushed and sweaty, fell into Flik’s room after Jeane pulled the door she had been leaning onto. Her clothes were dishevelled; she still had her coat and skirt on, but her shirt was open so her breasts and erect nipples were visible. Her panties were around her left ankle and one of her hands seemed to be wet with some liquid. And there was a small puddle near her feet.
Jeane could figure out why she would be there, and what she had been doing then.
She could also see the surprised look on Flik’s face as he saw the unexpected entrance.
Before Nina could say anything, Jeane dragged her into the room and closed the door.
THE END?
Author’s notes: Thanks to Terpfen, I’ve been writing more Suikoden II stories and exploring more of its delectable female cast. I have more in mind, so if you want to suggest stuff and join the discussion, don’t hesitate! Send all feedback, suggestions, flames, angry threats etc. to [ninjaxgaijin@yahoo.com]
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