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The Wall of Moans (Suikoden I cameo project)	By : Streti Category: +S through Z > Suikoden Views: 5526 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Room of Relief
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The Wall of Moans

(Suikoden I cameo project)

by Streti, thestreti@gmail.com
Different kinds of clothes were scattered over the dressing room large benches and hanging in open cabinets. Blue robes, a few dresses, elven clothes, purple and red vests, some armor. Yet there were only a few women in the bath, plus Lotte and Meg, who were working as attendants, and had removed their clothes as well for convenience.
Esmeralda wondered about what the men's dressing room must look like. Naked men constantly going in and out, throwing their clothes everywhere, towelling their wet bodies, semi-erect cocks dangling from their muscled bodies... Esmeralda shivered a little. She was now even more nervous about going through this again, but she couldn't help herself. She had now removed her dashing pink dress and petticoat and placed them neatly in an empty cabinet. Her only garment now was a simple white, yet obviously high-quality bodice.
It had been designed to be worn with underpants, or perhaps without. Such as it was, the fabric stopped just at her hips, giving out to large airy ruffles that surrounded her body, but didn't cover the golden waft of hair on her pubic mound or the bottom part of her asscheeks in the slightest. The upper part of the bodice was designed likewise short, opening up to cups for the breasts - but leaving them completely bare. The cups supported her average-size breasts, giving them the illusion of a larger size and firmer posture, and lifted her nipples to point defiantly straight forward instead of slightly down. Clad just in that, and a pair of shoes with wide, high heels, Esmeralda stepped out of the dressing room - but not into the baths.
At the bath entrance, there were a couple of naked men going into the men's side of the baths, and insatiable as they were, they whistled at Esmeralda, who blushed a little. Then she passed Sansuke, the bathmaker, who was rapidly uttering "Thank you! Welcome! Thank you!" to the numerous guests of his bath, whether they were coming out with their clothes off or going in to clean themselves. She stepped out from the stone archway of the bath and was, however briefly, in the castle main, her practically naked body in open view for anyone in this corner of the castle going about their everyday business.
A few more men passed her, naked and clothed, glancing at her barenaked charms or silently mouthing words of appreciation, as she entered the doorway next to the bath. The entrance was much like the entrance to the baths, with two doors leading to two sides. However, neither side was marked for either sex. Between the doors was a small, elegantly designed table, and behind it on a comfortable chair of the same design sat Milich, with two bouncers to both of his sides.
"Ah, my dear friend!" called the flower general as soon as she was close enough, seemingly oblivious to her state of undress.
Just then, a naked man staggered through the door on Milich's left, wetness glistening on his skin and his lewdly bulging dick. "Th-thanks!" he stuttered, and scampered off.
Similarly unhazed, Milich just commented, "Delighted," in a casual tone to the man's back. Then he looked to Esmeralda, and seemed to glance up and down her body and choice of dress with appreciation, though his glance was so discreet that it was barely noticeable. "I take it that you are offering yourself to us again, Esmeralda."
"Oh, yes, I..." she started, but hesitated when she couldn't find the correct words.
"I am delighted that a lady of your status is so eager to loan her effort for the Liberation army," Milich politely interrupted. "Over and over again and so soon after the last time," he added with some amusement.
The door to Milich's left opened again, and Esmeralda blushed. This time, a woman came out. She was easily recognized as Sonya, and somehow still carried her usual stature. Yet the former Imperial General was in a very different state than in the fields of battle. Gone were her armor, cape and clothes, save for the short red skirt on her waist, and without the front cover as well. She was trembling, and being supported by a female attendant, a young woman with a petite body, her naked skin mostly skin. For Sonya, however, it was obvious numerous men had had their way with her. Her naked breasts were strewn with sperm, as was the front of the body all over up and down. Dried semen smeared her long blonde hair and her face was still mostly wet. The red skirt was tattered, crumpled and stained with countless splotches of seed, dried and wet, and in that condition and without the front cover, the skirt revealed her blonde bush, lewdly semen-stained, as well as the general's dripping snatch, sex fluids trailing down her thighs.
"My dear Sonya!" exclaimed Milich. "Still I do not see why--"
"Ahh... Some more of my debt is now payed to the Lord Tir and the Liberation Army," rasped Sonya with a dry voice.
"Oh, but Lord Tir--" tried Milich again.
"He has enjoyed my services as well. Obviously, he approves," she cut in again. "Let's go," she then said to the attendant, and the utterly used general started to move to the baths. Esmeralda imagined herself in lady Sonya's place, including the part about being exhausted with pleasure, and looked back to Milich. She just wanted to get in already.
"Well, you're just in time... gentlemen! Excuse me!" he suddenly exclaimed, and bolted up from his seat. Esmeralda turned around, and noticed four completely naked men, fairly built, trying to act inconspicuous despite their hardened erections. Thrilled, Esmeralda blushed a little more. It was lucky her skimpy bodice did not have a crotchpiece, or it would have started wetting already.
"Damn, we just missed lady Schulen," one of them was saying, a black-haired soldier called Jyrki.
"Please," said Milich in a stern voice, "we do not allow you to meander back and forth from side to side, as you four have been doing. Pick your side and stay there, or you will be disciplined!"
"By you? Eww, no thanks!" said another, a blonde named Tino.
"Or escorted out," uttered the Flower General turned pimp through gritted teeth.
They turned to each other, and a bronze-skinned one named Aubin said, "Alright, we gotta split. What about Sarah? She's the last one in the row."
"Wish Cleo was there..." sighed a broad-shouldered man with brown hair, Raad.
"Lorelai's there! What do ya say?" said Heck, a normally solemn redhead.
"How many was it?" asked Jyrki.
"Fifth," replied Heck.
"Awright, it's settled then! Make sure ya blast her good while we nail her!" triumphed Aubin, and slapped Heck.
And off the men went, splitting between the two doorways, and Esmeralda looked at them from the sides and behind while Milich looked down at some notes on the table. As he was standing up, it was easy to take in the full effect of his costume. He was wearing a zebra-striped overcoat over a bright blue shirt, gaudy rose-red trousers and a green hat with a big yellow feather. Esmeralda thought he displayed excellent fashion sense. Then he extended his hand to her.
"Fine, let us enter."
They went in through the door on the right, normally on Milich's left, and entered a room somewhat similar to the design of the baths - but much different in purpose.
The heady smell of sex permeated the air. Moans, grunts and hollers were heard all over the room against the echoing slaps of flesh against flesh. The mood was by all senses rowdy, and exhilarated.
"I give you... La Palace d'Amour!" proclaimed Milich triumphantly, and not for the first nor the last time. The sight before them would have been incredible even for the seediest as well as the most expensive brothel. The room was in the shape of a half circle, mimicking the form of the spire into which it had been expanded. The curve of the circle was lined with sofas, where a few women and some more men were copulating. But the most stunning sight of the room was the straight wall, where women's behinds were lined up, and all seen to be eager males fucking the females. In the wall, there were wooden clasps, rather like stocks, that wrapped around the midbody of the women, so that only their lower body was available for roaming eyes and hands. Between the sofas and the wall were numerous men, all naked, some masturbating and some not, most waiting for their turn with one of the women strapped to the wall.
"Tina, would you please see to lady Esmeralda?" asked Milich.
An attendant approached, not nude but in a nurse's outfit, and despite the blush on her cheeks, it was not for the purposes of the room. She was an actual nurse. Tina guided Esmeralda to the one empty place at the wall, which was being hastily cleaned by a few more attendants in not much clothing, a brunette woman and a man with a telling bulge in his loincloth.
"Would you like to be up or down?" asked Tina. Esmeralda, heart pounding, watched around the room, and the harnesses above her, and decided to lie down on her stomach this time. There was a small platform which went through the wall, and Esmeralda placed herself on it, its height just right to leave her legs stretched but firmly on the floor. She wiggled her butt a little, then she squeezed in through the hole in the wall, and was met with the sight of the another room. Now she could see the other women to her sides. To her left was was Lorelai, on her stomach, and completely naked, and giving blowjobs to some of the men from before. To her right was Camille, apparently wearing a leotard and on her back. There were also numerous men on this side as well, looking to her eagerly. But before them, an attendant approached.
"Would you like hands up?" she asked and pointed at the harness above.
"No thanks, I'm fine!" chirped Esmeralda. At the same time, she felt the stock close around her midbody. There was also something being spread on her wet labia and inside her, likely Tina and the medicinal, contraceptive solution. It had been deemed that the herbs were not enough for situations such as this, although Esmeralda thought only about how warm and nice it felt. The feeling helped soothe her excitement. Now that the stock was closed, she was really into this, again. It was like one of those catapult benches at fairs that the commoners liked, once you were strapped in and you were about to blast up, the excitement and anxiety fought the hardest, and when you were that far, the excitement always won.
No sooner was the spreading of the medicinal solution stopped when a pair of hands already gripped Esmeralda's buttocks and a hard cock plunged between her nether lips. "-ooh- that was quick!" she moaned, and soon she had a few men approaching her in this room, as well.
"Ohhoho! Aren't you a princess!" laughed one of the men, and bent down to plant a nasty, wet kiss on her lips. He was big, about the same size as Viktor, but much less of his weight was in muscles rather than around his stomach. He was a man Esmeralda had never met and probably never would meet again, as he was a lowly bandit reduced to working under the likes of Kessler and Ledon.
"Now eat up!" the bald bandit roared, and slapped his short but thick prick against Esmeralda's face. To his surprise, she moaned in delight and took the meat between her lips, tasting its heady aroma, and followed by wrapping her delicate hands around a few more erect members to her sides.
Farther to her side, Camille was moaning slightly against somebody fucking her. With the wall between them, there was no way of knowing who it was, and he was not the first one either. Her thighs and stomach felt wet from several loads, and her pussy welt sopping wet from several loads already shot into her. At the same time, she was trying to handle the men around her, and even when one cock surrendered its load, another soon took its place. Instead of her normal purple one, she was wearing a cheap, thin, black leotard, which from the looks of it, might be completely ruined when she was finished (no, she definitely wasn't yet).
The black leotard was stretching tight around her supple breasts and their pointing nipples, and perhaps that was such an aggravating sight that several of the men had blasted their loads all over them. Now the fabric around her tits was soiled with cum, its white color sticking out from the black. Of course, she had received generous loads on her face and her red hair as well, though her mouth was a prime target and thus the surrounding of her eyes were still dry.
She had a feeling that might not last. The one who's cock she was sucking right now had an unpleasant air. He had an athletic build, but his olive-toned body was rather hairy, and for his supposedly noble background, he had long, tangled black hair and beard. What Camille didn't know that he did have some noble blood, being a distant relative of Kasim Hazil. However, the youth did not have an ounce of the Great General's battle prowess, and thus was delegated to standard troops, with a small rank of captain to appease some of his boastful ego.
"Suck it!" he whined. "Suck it like the whore you are!" This was just one of the many similar comments Camille had received from him. Without hesitation, he grabbed her breast, the leotard fabric wet with cum, and sneered, "Wouldn't have me before, would you? But here you are, where you belong, like all of the women!"
Some of the men around him were giving him dirty looks, so he decided to change his tactics, and took his cock out of Camille's mouth. "Tell me how big it is. Tell me you want it, wh... love!"
"Oh yes, mister! You have such a nice dick! I bet you make a lot of women happy with it, besides being so handsome and considerate!" snapped Camille in a sarcastic tone, making the men around him snigger.
Fahim didn't catch it, and took her words at face value. "That's more like it," he sneered, then turned his attention to her breasts, and seemed to notice him cum-sticky hand for the first time. He wiped it on a relatively clean spot on Camille's leotard, then suddenly took both his hands around the fabric and stretched it over her mounds into the cleavage between them.
"Immequitely fine teats such as a peasant or commoner will often have," he rambled, showing his poor grasp of big words, and then latched on to one pert nipple, sucking on Camille's tit. Exposing her tits was actually one good idea he had, and Camille had an idea, urging the men around to come on them, now that the cum-soiled fabric was cleched in her cleavage.
"Not on me, you idiots!" bellowed Fahim, when some cum from a soldier ejaculating next to him splashed on his cheek, in his attempt to cover Camille's beautifully heaving busts.
"You want our seed, do you?" asked the faux noble, enraged. He started stroking himself right in front of Camille's face.
"Yes, in my mouth, please," she acted, in a tempting cute voice, but Fahim was too gone too far to heed her.
"Take it, bitch!" he exclaimed with a twisted smirk on his face, and to his disappointment, Camille was able to close her eyelids before he came all over her eyes, nose and forehead. For all his shortcomings, he had a thick load, and some of it seeped into Camille's eyes even when closed.
Suddenly there was a commanding voice to the side. "Alright, you've had your share, now you're going!" One of the bouncers had come to throw Fahim out, and he had no power to resist the stronger bouncer.
However, the cum was starting to irritate Camille's eyes, and hoping whoever was on the other side would hear her, she shrieked, "Fuck me! Make me come!" over all the commotion, noise, moans and other shouts of the room.
Somehow, her voice came through to the other side of the wall. The feel of Camille's pussy was wonderful, even if it was sloppy seconds. Or sinful sixths. Perrin had almost been ready to let go, but now with the sudden, desperate urging, he felt like he had an obligation to follow through, and managed to hold on. It wasn't easy. The feel of Camille's soft thighs, her legs suspended from the harnesses above, was aggravating in itself, even without the sloppy yet tight feel of her canal, and the nasty sight of her leotard splashed with the cum of several men. Even her thick red pubic bush was a seedy mess, yet the sight of that red bush drew Perrin's attention to a detail begging more notice: Camille's erect clit, just out from its hood. Deciding his cock wasn't enough, the bouncer took his thumb to her clit and tried to handle it the best he could.
The man fucking Camille was a redhead as well, one of the bouncers of the Room, and he had been relieved from his duty just a while ago. It was a kind of job which built up tension quickly, but luckily, with the means to relieve that tension as well. He was a strong man, carrying a large axe into battle and even in his previous occupation as a ranger, with a somewhat sun-reddened skin tone a little closer to his hair than the normal pale tone. But now he needed to use technique, not strength, to achieve something he was not quite experienced in, bringing a woman off.
Luckily, the burning lust building from slamming his cock into Camille's snatch again and again was driving his hand on the right path. Camille moaned ever deeper on the other side of the wall as more men sprayed their sperm on her bare breasts and face, her eyes squeezed shut to try to reduce the stinging, the cum trailing down her tits and seeping into the leotard in her cleavage.
Perrin was surprised when Camille's pussy clamped around his cock, and he couldn't hold himself any longer, spurting his load inside her, as the woman shivered and trembled, her legs trying to move in the harnesses. He thought he could hear her moans from the other side of the wall, and it only added into the ecstacy of shooting into her, then resting his cock in her tight embrace, with some of his cum starting to spill out.
On the other side, Camille felt heavenly for having come, and called for a towel and a stop, prompting some disappointed sighs from the men around her. She wiped her eyes clean, and despite them still hurting a little, she was able to look around. Esmeralda to her right seemed to have just started. To the other side, somebody who she didn't know had left already, and replaced with a more familiar face, the elf girl Sylvina, who was looking around somewhat cautiously.
Sylvina had chosen to be bound up by her hands, which meant that she had only her mouth to please the males starting to crowd around her. Unlike some of the other women, she had no clothes, her petite frame completely revealed for the men. Her somewhat exotic look was curious enough for most, the snowy white of her skin contrasting with her violet hair and pointed elven ears, her petite body posed as willing and available against the board. A few eager men had already splashed their loads on her face, hair and back, and whoever was churning her elven pussy, had already gotten into a good speed. The man fucking her face worked at the storage, and hardly could believe his luck at having an elf sucking his cock. His meat throbbed with pleasure as he drove it into the cute elf's mouth again and again, met by her lips and tongue, while others had to settle for stroking themselves while watching.

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The Wall of Moans (Suikoden I cameo project)

The Wall of Moans