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Steamy Memory	By : tormentingthunder Category: +S through Z > Suikoden Views: 1519 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Suikoden II, any of the characters, nor any Suikoden for that matter. Konami has all rights. I do not make money from writing this, although that wouldn't be such a bad thing.

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- 1-Steamy Memory
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Steam rises from the warm water, a cooling breeze carries the steam away with an aroma of nature behind it. The jet of water massages his aching muscles as his back rests against the heated stones. A clear sky watches him bathe in the newly built, open-air bath. Stone tiles are neatly placed with amazing precision. Dark stones rest on a long end of the bath, separating the bath and bamboo fence.

He who is called "Flik of the Blue Lightning" takes advantage of the temporary calmness and peace around him to relax. With Riou going to Tinto, with Viktor accompanying him, Flik can finally take it easy for a few days; who knows what Shu has in store for him. Alone, he allows his body to indulge itself to become comfortable.

Flik rests his head against the warm stones that are conveniently placed high enough for his head to comfortably rest against. His arms stretch along the stones as he takes in the soothing bath that tantalizes his muscles. Years of traveling and wielding a sword is easily noticeable through his muscular stature that peeks above the water. Deep sighs exit his mouth as memories began to play through his head. He closes his eyes and the memories begin to play. Specifically, memories of his love, Odessa.

Most recent memories are the first to surface. The scarring revelation of the death of his love to his first encounter of Tir McDohl. The memories continue in streams, and the most touching memory of all finally reach him, the first time he met his love. He exhales a long deep sigh from the relaxation mixed with the memories.

"Odessa," he breathes. He opens his eyes to find the blue sky above him. An imaginary image of Odessa faintly appears in the sky. Mixed feelings run through his head, sadness of not being able to hold the one he loves dear, happiness of knowing that she's resting peacefully, and fear of any chances that he'll forget her.

As the reminiscence of his love ran through his head, the memory that he remembers so vividly is not the first time he met his love, but the first time they embraced each other under the moonlight. He knows that to think of the first time he made love to her is a strange memory. However, he can't halt the influx of the experience and memory. His eyes close once again as the memory played out perfectly in his mind.

Her perfect figure and beauty, that could even make the moon jealous, glowed vibrantly in the veil of the night. He held her tightly, feeling her heartbeat against his. The rushing sound of the glittering river beside them soothed the mood. "Flik," she whispered in his ears. Her arms explored his naked back, tracing over scars that symbolized struggle and conflict.

He gently kissed her lips and whispered, "Odessa, is it really okay for us to do this?" Despite his urge to make love to her, he knew she had important priorities to deal with, "You are leading the soon-to-be Liberation."

She smiled and replied, "It's fine Flik. We never get any time alone, let alone any time when we're not busy." Her head pressed against his strong chest, she could hear his heart beating steadily. He embraced her tightly; the thought of letting her go was too painful to bear. Their eyes met under the moonlight as their lips drew closer to each other. Working together, the two lowered themselves onto his blue cape. She lied on her back under him, as they kissed gently and longingly. An unbreakable passion resonated from the couple as the moonlight graced them. She ran her fingers along his sculpted abdomen as he stroked through her long, silky hair. Using a single hand, he began to disrobe her as his lips continuously mingle with hers. He felt her hands untying his bandana and quickly discarding them to the side. Her hands ran through his brown hair and continued down his spine. Slow hands began to unbuckle the belt that held his trousers around his waist.

Ultimately, the pair stared at one another's natural body. His strong, firm body mesmerized her eyes. Her slender, athletic body captured his attention. Wet lips kissed her chest, trails of saliva created cold pathways on her body. Cold fingers massage the area around her damp entrance. She let out breathy moans as his fingers teased her. He gathered the fluids that exited her body on his fingers and quickly brought them to his mouth. Her arousal could easily be seen by her erect breasts and widened entrance; he continued to tease her by tracing around her entrance. His wet, cold fingers moved into her entrance with a sloth-like speed; however the moans of pleasure escaped her throat.

"You're such a tease," she let out. Her breaths began to create a slow pace. Whether his fingers gave her pleasure or pain, possibly both, she continued to moan as his fingers gradually increased speed.

He massaged the inside of her entrance with scissor motions. A continuous stream of her fluids coated his fingers, allowing him easier and quicker ways to pleasure his love. He brought his head towards her entrance and began to lick around her entrance, tasting her sweet fluids. He could feel a hand gently placed on his head, softly forcing him to get closer to her entrance. Understanding her wishes, he unsheathed his fingers and began to enter her with his tongue. She moaned when he moved his tongue so slickly within her, the experience was almost unbelievable. He had one hand opening her entrance wider as his other reached her breast, kneading it gently as a finger played with the erect nipple.

Short gasps came out of her mouth, heaving breaths signified the wondrous experience she's receiving. She kept a hand on her lover's head as her free hand kneaded the unoccupied breast. Her eyes were shut as she briefly began to fantasize about her lover. Finally unable to contain her lust she pleaded, "Flik, I need you."

He obliged and removed his face away from her entrance. He got on his knees and aligned his swollen member closely to her entrance. Despite the neglect his member received, it stood straight and proud, even leaking sticky fluids to emphasize his arousal. Her long legs hooked over his shoulders as her eyes stared deeply into his. He purposely teased his love by grinding his hard member against her entrance. Her slowly stroked his member and tapped it against to tease her further. Little by little, he entered her wet entrance; he thanked her silently for leaking fluids to assist his penetration. His groans combined with her moans creating a harmonious combination of pleasure. Inching his way deeper, the pleasurable feeling intensified greatly. Once he was able to fully sheath his member within her, he lowered his face to meet her for a long kiss. As he slowly began to create a rhythm of thrusts, she wrapped her arms around his neck as the two shared an intimate kiss. Through the kiss, the moans and groans escaped slightly with sounds of pleasure. Her tight entrance felt unbelievable to him, his speed gradually grew along with his breaths. To be able to feel his entirety within herself, she moaned loudly. When the kiss broke, she held him closely as he thrusts; she bit into his neck out of ecstasy.

He created distance between himself and his love to make her shift to her side. She had a single over his shoulder with her other between his own. He reentered her and built speed once again. Her moans grew loud with each powerful thrust that entered her. Grunts exited his throat as the sensitive head of his member felt the deep parts of his love. He kissed her neck and arm passionately, yet his thrusts were filled with vigor. His speed gradually declined, the exhaustion of vigorously entering her repeatedly took a lot out of him.

She was able to sense his fatigue and gently pushed him away. She locked lips with him as she was able to bring him to rest of his back. She parted lips with him and positioned his member just below her entrance. She slid on with relative ease with their mixed fluids as lubricant. She squatted at a fast pace, creating intense tension within herself. He assisted the pleasure by thrusting in sync with her squats. The pair's hands entwine with each other, he supported her by using the strength he had reserved for his upper body. Their breaths were deep and tired, her arms began to tremble. His arms wrap around her ribs and he made her rest on his body. While still inside her and with her within his arms, he thrusts into her with as much vigor and force he could possibly give. The pleasurable cries escaped her mouth, saliva began to fly off her lips. She bit into his shoulder and her hands gripped his hair. She could feel her ultimate climax coming. His member began to twitch within her, the tension began to build starting from the base of his member and slowly making its way to the swollen head. He continued to pump into her faster and faster, their breathing became one single rhythm. She let out an intensified moan as waves of her fluids coat his member, "Flik!" Her entrance tightly wrapped around his member, despite her exhausted body slightly conscious and weak.

He couldn't endure much more as he thrusts, her tightness grew causing intimate friction. He continued to thrust into her until he would finally feel one with his love. The intensity of his member began to skyrocket, the stiffness of his member grew to stone. His pace continued to move faster as he held her tightly. Their sweat mixed together as will their fluids. His sensitive head began to feel the intense build up. His body began to grow weak as his final thrust hit her in her deepest parts.

"Odessa," he grits his teeth as the pressure around his member grew dramatically. His body grows limp as he could feel the fluids shoot out of his member with strong projection. Finally he opens his eyes from the ending memory. He finds his hand around his member and a white fluid that floats within the water. He breathes heavily and deeply as his cramping hand slowly releases his member.

He lets the soothing water massage his body for a brief moment of time before he stands up, immediately chill by the natural air. He grabs a nearby towel and wraps it around his waist and begins to move to the changing room. Remembering the memory as clear as day, he longs for it to happen again. Though, he knew something as intimate as becoming one with his passed love would be something he could never experience again. He smiles as the memory remains engraved within his heart and soul. The worry of forgetting his love is something that could never happen.
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