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Akari’s Tale: Lost in Hisui	By : AdamOfTheWest Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1414 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Akari had slept terribly. On the rare occasions she did fall asleep, her dreams were disturbed, either by images of Leaf pleading for help and accusing Akari of abandoning her, images of Rei towering over her like a giant, telling her to obey, or by a strange figure made entirely of light, telling her that one day she'd "understand."
All the same, she found herself being roused from an uneasy slumber by Professor Laventon once more, the usual golden light of morning replaced by a pale, grey hue, the smell of moisture wafting inside and the patter of rain on the roof above them.
"Breakfast," he said yet again. And yet again, Akari recoiled at the sight of his massive, veiny penis looming above her.
She didn't want to speak to Laventon. She didn't even want to look at him. The memory of his silhouette pleasuring himself as she was abused by his son mere hours ago was burned into her mind. She sat up, and the blanket fell from her. She had forgotten she was naked. She held an arm over her chest as she got up, shying away from Laventon's imposing figure. Her stomach felt dry and crusted. She had forgotten to wipe away Rei's seed. She sighed and bent to pick up her clothes.
She slid on her shirt, all the while painfully aware that Laventon was watching, and went to put on her shorts when she paused. She held the shorts out in front of her. There was the stain, still present against her black shorts, of Rei's semen from the morning before. But there, on the front now, was an entirely new stain, twice as large as the first. And what was worse, it still appeared sticky.
She turned to face Laventon, holding the shorts in her hands, entirely forgetting that she was still not wearing any bottoms, exposing her ass and vagina to the old man.
"What... is this," she demanded.
"What?" Laventon asked, puzzled. "What did you expect me to clean myself with?"
This confirmed the worst of Akari's fears. He could only mean one thing. Last night, while Laventon pleasured himself to the sight of his son pinning her down and having his way with her, Laventon had erupted his own seed directly onto Akari's shorts, using them as a rag to clean himself with.
She felt tears form again, but wiped at them angrily, her hatred burning her chest. "Why you?" She said, thickly. "Why do you have to be awful, too? I thought I could trust you, at least," she whispered, hoarsely.
"What on earth do you mean, Akari," he said, sounding genuine. "I'm a man, aren't I? I have needs as well. It isn't right to let things build up. I needed a release, and seeing my son attack you like he was, it made me long for the touch of a woman as well. So, I relieved myself as best I could."
"Why don't you have a woman of your own?" Akari spat. "Doesn't Rei have a mother?"
"Of course he does, you fool. Or at least...," and Akari was surprised to hear that his voice had become heavy, "at least, he did. My Union. I had been with her for years. I wanted her to have my first child. We tried. For years and years, we tried. I was so elated. Nine months later, our Rei was born. But... there were complications with the birthing. My Union bled out. She died, giving birth to him. I haven't much felt like trying my hand with a new Union since then. At least, I told myself I wouldn't, until Rei had matured." He trailed off.
Akari was shocked to hear Laventon speak with such affection for a woman. But she felt no sympathy for the creep.
The two stood there, not speaking for a moment, Akari still unable to put her shorts on in disgust.
"That's why, last night, I decided that I would join the Selection, too."
Akari was stunned. "But... isn't that just for boys who have come of age?" She asked, shocked.
"Oh no," he responded. "It's for everyone that wishes to be Unioned, any able-bodied person who desires a mate. As you can see, I still have desires, and the energy to fulfill them," he chuckled, regaining his composure and indicating to his penis, still staring directly at her.
This was awful news. Akari trembled. That meant Laventon, if he so desired... could choose her as his Union? And what was more, this meant other old men who could still produce semen and maintain erections would surely also enter Selection.
"How is the order of Selection determined?" Akari muttered darkly.
"Each man drops their name into a bin. And the officiate draws them randomly."
So, that was it then. Akari's fate rested entirely in the hands of luck.
Based on her life in this village thus far, she did not like her chances.
She held her shorts in front of her. Begrudgingly, she slid them on. They felt cold and wet, and Akari grew nauseous. She climbed down the ladder and began to cook.
It was five days until Selection.
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The days passed with little event. The three were largely stuck inside by a massive thunderstorm that had been wreacking havoc on the village for four of the five days, leaving everything outside miserably wet and muddy.
Every night was the same routine. Akari stripped, and Rei molested her while Laventon watched. Akari told herself that it would get easier, but it did not. She cried herself to sleep every night. Rei's loads had somehow been maintaining their size despite the repeated use of Akari, and what was worse, he had learned to stroke himself as he finished, learning that he could direct where he shot his heavy loads. This new discovery had thus guaranteed that every inch of Akari had now known the displeasure of being coated in semen. The second night, Rei had even commanded Akari to flip onto her stomach, where he then proceeded to unleash himself all over her bottom.
On one particularly terrible night, the fourth night of enduring such abuse, Rei had unfortunately, or more likely, intentionally, positioned his penis toward Akari's face when it erupted. Akari was so caught off guard from this that she had no time to react before the first string launched, hitting her directly in the eye. It had burned for hours, and Rei, gripping a fistful of Akari's hair at the top of her head, had held her head in place until the last of his pumps had emptied onto her face. She had pursed her lips shut tightly, but she could still slightly taste the salty bitterness of his semen. She cried much longer that night.
All the while, Laventon had been blowing loads of his own, directly into Akari's shorts or tank top, to the effect that both were now severely stained, crusted, and wreaked of stale semen.
Each night, before she drifted to sleep, her mind thought of Brock. She told herself, if she just endured, that he would save her.
Finally, the morning of Selection had arrived.
"Breakfast!" Laventon said, prodding Akari awake with more energy than usual.
Akari opened her eyes. She was beginning to get used to the throbbing mass of Laventon's erection at this point, although it still made her shudder every time.
This was it. Selection Day. The day her Brock would whisk her away, would save her from this prison.
Rei had decided to shower her breasts with his seed the night before. As she sat up, they felt crusted and disgusting as the stains of the dried load cracked.
Laventon surveyed her. "After breakfast, you'll bathe," he said, commandingly, but he didn't have to tell her twice. The house stank with the scent of moisture and semen, and she knew she could smell no better, and was likely the epicenter of such scents - or at least of the scent of the semen.
Once again she picked up her clothes. Laventon had decided to unload into her shirt last night, leaving a fresh, wet stain right on the front if it. She sighed. Her clothes were becoming stiff and hard after so many loads. All the same, trying to focus her mind on Brock, she gritted her teeth and slipped them on, the massive wet stain cold and disgusting on her breasts, and went to make breakfast.
As she cooked, Laventon had also chosen to bathe, followed shortly after by Rei, who had awoken not long after Akari had climbed downstairs. After Laventon had finished bathing, he walked back through the door, and Rei exited for his turn in the tub. Akari turned and nearly gagged, as Laventon stood there in the same Selection attire as Rei, with a comedically large leaf covering his manhood, which, Akari supposed, was necessary given its size, but it was no less disturbing a sight. Akari had never seen something less appealing. At least, not until Rei followed him, shortly after, in his ridiculous tiny leaf. She stifled a vindictive chuckle, remembering Brock's mockery of such a puny leaf.
She handed the two their plates, having made nothing for herself. She wasn't hungry, her stomach turning over in knots knowing what was coming. It had to be Brock.
She bathed quickly, and slipped on her absurd leaf bra and thong, feeling ridiculous once again, and walked back inside as the two finished their breakfast. She collected their plates and washed them. And then, it was time.
"Well, I think that's quite enough dawdling. Let's head to the ceremony, shall we?" Laventon said, boyantly. They stood. Akari was once again disturbed to see Rei's penis poking out from behind its leaf at the sight of her near-naked form. They walked out the door, and headed toward the ceremony.
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For the first time in days, the sun had at last shown itself. It was a glorious day, although quite damp and humid. Akari walked behind the two as they spoke, Rei, to her surprise, looking nervous.
She looked around. There were many men, women, boys, and girls, walking the streets toward selection. Some were apparently parents escorting their children, as the adults stood clothed while their child wore the familiar Selection apparel. Some older men walked alone, wearing a greedy smirk and assessing the candidates, while lone Undesirables walked along trance-like, their faces solemn. Some of the kids, even some of the girls, looked excited at the prospect of finding their Union, while others looked just like Akari did - apprehensive, and afraid.
At last, they had made it to the center of the village. There were abundant decorations; this was clearly a time, for most, of celebration. As they walked up to the clearing, they saw that there were offiates shuttling the Selection attendants to their designated places. "Females this way, and males, over there!" A man yelled, loudly.
"Right then. See you inside!" Laventon beamed.
"O-okay," Akari said, her ears ringing and her heart thundering. She followed the instructions of the officiates until she found the queue for females. She fell in line. She looked up and down the line, taking everything in. There were women as old as Laventon, but Akari could tell at a glance that she was among the youngest. That being said, there were many girls that looked to be roughly her age. Some wore the collars of Undesirables, while others, like Akari, were clearly attending for the first time. She glanced at the queue of males, and saw their age range was far more scattered, and it wasn't even half as long as the female queue.
Her heart fluttered. There, several spots ahead of Laventon and Rei, stood Brock. She tried to catch his eye, but he was staring resolutely forward. She once again surveyed the other girls, deciding where among them she ranked. Akari was a modest girl, but even she could not deny that she was attractive. She hoped Brock thought so, too. "And," she thought, her anxiety seeming to grip her heart and squeeze it tight, "I hope Brock is picked before them," glancing significantly over at Rei and Laventon at the back of the line.
Finally, she was at the front of the queue.
"Step forward," the old man shouted gruffly.
Akari did so. The man dipped a long brush into a pot of what looked like black paint. Without warning, he painted a number in the nape of her chest, just above her cleavage. She grimaced at the feeling of it. She looked down, and saw a glistening, black, number 87. Akari did not understand its purpose, but was ushered through before she could even ask.
She stepped past the entry gate and gaped. She was standing in the middle of a large, open pavilion. There were snack and beverage tables all around the side, and everywhere she looked there were men speaking with women, some one-on-one, while more attractive girls were holding audiences of several men, some standing confidently and others shying from the attention. She saw that each girl, like herself, had a number painted in the same place as her 87. She also saw that all the men were carrying a sheet of paper and a small brush of their own.
She was already overwhelmed. Women and girls alike were still streaming in from the gate behind her while the queue of men seemed to have finished, the gate shutting behind an officiate.
She had just decided she was going to search for Brock, and had taken one step forward, when her path was impeded by a man who looked even older than Laventon.
"Well, ain't we a pretty little bird?" The man said, smiling. His teeth were yellowing and rotting, and his stomach bulged in front of him, sagging from the weight. Akari could not even tell if he was wearing a leaf. And the smell...
"Um... h-h-hello," Akari stammered, already terrified. The man was a giant, and his scent overwhelmed her.
"Don't be afraid little birdy, I ain't gonna bite," and he flashed his teeth again, "at least, not unless you want me to." And he lifted the rolls of his stomach to reveal his leaf. He moved it to the side in a flash, revealing his manhood, a stunted, repulsive thing that was thicker than it was long, and buried in a mass of curly black hair. Akari nearly gagged. She was thankful she had skipped her breakfast.
"N-n-no, thank you," Akari was not sure what else to say, but walked away quickly. To her horror, she saw him write the number "87" in large print on his sheet of paper.
"Please Brock, where are you... save me." Akari mumbled under her breath.
As Akari walked around the pavillion, her eyes alert for Brock, she noticed that many of the men appeared equally as creepy as the man she had just been flashed by. Her heart sank deeper. The odds of Brock being picked before any of these men seemed lower and lower in her mind.
At one point, her eyes caught sight of a large group of both men and boys, gathered around one girl in particular. She had incredibly long, brown hair, with two large hairbuns fashioned to either side of her head and a length of hair flowing beneath them. She was doe-eyed with large, innocent, blue eyes. Aside from that, her body was quite the same as Akari's in many ways, but shorter. Akari, who may have been around 5ft 2in, looked to be slightly taller than the girl, possibly 5ft tall. Despite her shorter stature, her breasts were a touch bigger than Akari's. She was beautiful, and she lacked the collar of an Undesirable - this was clearly her first Selection as well.
It was obvious that the males of Selection had noticed her beuaty, too, for a wide age-range consisting of anywhere from young boys to old men surrounded her. Despite her obvious beauty, she did not seem entirely too confident, and was grinning nervously around at the men, speaking softly as they asked her questions. She had a large 33 painted above her chest. Akari noticed, too, that even Laventon and Rei had joined the circle. Alone, this girl, 33, was commanding the attention of a large number of the males. She was relieved to notice, however, that Brock was not among them.
She walked on. On the side of the pavillion, a strange movement had caught her eye. She turned, and her heart stopped. There was another fat, disgusting old man, quite like the first one Akari had seen. He was sitting cross-legged on the cobbled ground, and in his lap, he was restraining a young, blonde girl. He had forcibly sat her on his lap and was, as Laventon surely would have put it, "exploring" the poor girl to his heart's content. He had lifted her nimble leaf bra up and was pinching her tiny nipples and, what was worse, he had slid his other hand down and underneath her leaf thong, and appeared to be rubbing something vigorously. The little girl was squirming, uselessly trying to remove herself from his lap, the man's penis erect and pointing upwards, so large it had reached up all the way to the girl's belly button. Akari noticed the number 102 painted across her chest. There were tears falling down her face and she whimpered helplessly as the man had his way with her, a large grin splitting his horrid face, before he clamped his mouth down on her neck and begin to lick it up and down. It was like watching a horrible accident - Akari could not look away. Finally, she managed to pry her eyes off of the scene, shuddering.
Shortly after this, she saw another young girl with dark hair and pale skin standing in the middle of several older men. They were laughing and passing her around the group of them, each one toying with whichever part of the girl they got their hands on first. The girl's face was solemn and resigned - she did not cry. She merely looked defeated. These men... they were all animals.
She walked on, hoping no man would notice her and "explore" her, as well. She glanced around and shuttered, noting that there were men and boys positioned all throughout the pavillion, stealing glances at the number on Akari's chest and scribbling it down on their papers. This happened often. She tried to casually conceal her number, but there was no way of doing this discretely, and sheknew that if she held her hand over her number, it would prompt the men to approach her and ask her for it directly.
After another few moments of wandering, she finally saw him. There Brock stood, beautifully sculpted, tall, dark, and majestic. A light seemed to eminate from him as Akari watched. Her savior had come for her. She noticed, with a pang of anxiety and jealousy that Brock had, of course, drawn a large crowd of girls and women alike to his side, forming a circle around him quite like the girl from earlier.
"But he'll choose me," she told herself, resolutely, walking up to the crowd.
All around Brock, there were girls smiling up at him, speaking with him animatedly, and competing for his attention, displaying their bodies for his approval. Brock simply stared around at all of them, answering their questions when asked, and smiling warmly as he spoke. Akari walked up to the back of the crowd and was trying to catch his eye. Finally, Brock had turned to look her way. There eyes met.
Brock's face lit up with recognition at the sight of her. "Excuse me, ladies," he said to the crowd, kindly. "I need a moment." The girls and women sounded disappointed as he stepped out from the circle, and the crowd began to disperse. Akari's heart was fluttering, her face bright pink once more. She noticed, with some satisfaction, that many of the girls were giving her angry, jealous looks as they watched Brock approach her.
"H-hello, Brock," she mumbled, blushing, staring up at him and batting her eyes.
"Hi, Akari," he said, once more looking deeply into her eyes. Her heart skipped another beat. He had remembered her name.
The two spoke casually for a moment, discussing how strange the Selection ceremony was, how gross the older men were - it was the first normal conversation Akari had had since she awoke on the shore of the lake. She noticed, with another pang of satisfaction, that Rei was watching the two speak from a distance, looking bitterly at Brock.
"Let him watch," Akari thought to herself, bitterly. "Let him watch while my hero whisks me away."
Finally, a loud voice from behind a podium, atop the stage that was lining one end of the pavillion, spoke up. "Attention all Selection attendees!" The man's voice called out. "Attention, please!" He asked again. The ringing of voices from around the pavillion slowly died out, until all was silent. "I hope you have enjoyed your time mingling and exploring your potential future Unions!" He said, happily. "Now that you have all had sufficient time to mingle, we will now begin the Selection!" There was an excited buzz across the crowd as the anticipation grew. Akari's heart was in her throat. "Will our male Selection attendees please join me on stage?"
There was movement amongst the pavillion as the male attendees made their way through the crowd, to the side of the stage, where they began walking up, single-file. As Brock turned to leave, he took one last look at Akari and, grinning warmly, wrote a large "87" at the top of his paper. Her heart soared. "Please," she thought, "let Brock be picked first."
The men had assembled in a long row behind the podium. Akari guessed there may have been 50 of them, compared to what was likely well over 200 girls. She hoped she had blended into the crowd, unnoticed.
"I will now begin the drawing!" The announcer said, excitedly. "Men, when your name is called, please approach the podium and call your Selection number! Women, when you hear your number called, please approach the podium so that we may finalize your Union! Best of luck to all Selection attendees!" His last word hung in the air. The crowd had gone deathly silent. Akari could barely hear a word over the sound of her racing heart.
The announcer reached into the bin containing the names of all the male attendees, and drew out a single piece of paper. He read the name aloud. "Edmond!" The name rang out clearly across the pavillion. Akari's heart stopped. She clenched her teeth and looked up at the stage. It was the man she had seen openly molesting the young blonde girl from earlier. Her body tensed as he approached the podium.
"102!" He blurted out in a deep, thick voice that sounded as though it belonged more to a troll than to a human. There was a stir in the crowd. Akari saw the tiny frame of the blonde girl from earlier walk slowly, hauntingly, toward the stage, her hands clasped together in front of her, her eyes staring widely at the ground as she walked, her face pale. She stood next to Edmond and faced the crowd.
"Congratulations to our new Union!" The announcer called, and the crowd cheered, happily. Edmond had already grabbed the wrist of the little girl harshly and was walking off stage, the girl stumbling and struggling to keep up behind him, whimpering as she walked. The two walked through the crowd and out of sight. Akari once again felt a pang of guilt as a cruel sense of relief flooded her that Edmond had not called her number.
Before Akari could even dwell on this, the announcer was already rummaging through the bin for the next name.
"Laventon!" The name rang out. Akari's ears began to ring. Her hair was on end. Her heart was fit to burst.
"No." She thought. She had started to tremble. "No. Please." Her eyes found Brock in the crowd. He was watching Laventon take the podium. "Brock, please..." the tears already welling.
Laventon walked up to the podium and stopped. He looked around the crowd, taking it all in. Then, he consulted his paper.
"33," he said calmly. Akari's relief flushed over her so quickly and immensely that for a moment, she felt light-headed. Many of the men grumbled and sounded disappointed as they watched the small yet lustful frame of the girl Akari had seen earlier amongst the circle of men. She walked up to Laventon, her cheeks red, grasping her left arm with her right hand as she walked, her arm reaching across her chest, which pressed them and highlighted her cleavage.
"Congratulations to our new Union!" The announcer called again, Laventon and 33 turning to face the crowd, waving, although the applause were much less enthusiastic from the men behind them this time around.
Laventon held out his hand and 33 tentatively grasped it, as he guided the two of them gently off the stage.
Akari's head was still swimming from the relief when, yet again, all too soon, the announcer was fishing for the next name.
The Selection went on for several minutes. Names were called and numbers were chosen. When the name of the man she had first seen upon entering the pavillion was called, Akari trembled, but the number he called out was not her own. It belong to another young girl, who was short, with black hair and pale, almost porcelain skin. This was particularly disturbing, because when her number was called, a frantic shrieking erupted from the crowd as the girl, number 166, begged to be chosen by someone else. She attempted to flee, but before she could move a foot, two officiates were grasping either arm and practically dragging her to the stage. Her body went limp as she was held next to the man, whose name was apparently "Rowan."
"Congratulations to our new Union!" The announcer called out, as though there had been no disturbance what so ever. Rowan walked off the stage, smiling, as 166's small frame was lead behind him.
With each name, Akari's relief flooded as any man but Rei's was announced, coupled with anxiety and fear that Brock's name had not yet been called, followed again by relief when any number but hers was read by whichever man stepped forward. Clearly, she had done well at remaining hidden from most of the men, and clearly the ones that had noticed her had fancied another female over her regardless. Finally, somehow, all but two names had been called, and Akari still stood amongst the now dwindling number of female attendees.
There the two stood. Rei, and Brock. The final two boys on the stage. Rei was squirming anxiously in his spot, looking irritated that his name had not yet been called.
Akari shut her eyes. She couldn't stand to look.
Author's Note:
I will be moving this story and my account over to Archive of Our Own from here on out! I won't be updating the story on here. If you wish to keep up with the story, simply head over to their site and search my username, AdamOfTheWest, or the story, under the same name as it is here. Thank you for reading thus far, and I hope you'll join me on the new site!
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