Craving and Resistance by seta_suzume (Suikoden, Sasarai)
Title: Craving and Resistance
Author: seta_suzume
Words: 1,233
Theme: Table 1, #5 shut up
Fandom: Suikoden series (this one takes place during II)
Rating & warnings: R-ish for, um, sexual activity and intent. One-sided Luca/Sasarai.
This was the little girl who had once been suggested as a possible bride for him. Luca Blight was surprised to hear it. She had grown up to be infinitely more appealing than she had first appeared to him as a white-robed, tomboyish child. She was attractive and small and he could easily imagine the benefits of allying with her, both in bed and at war.
"Bishop Sasarai," he nodded toward her brusquely as they were officially introduced by Leon.
"Your Highness," she bowed politely. Despite her layered robes, Luca could make out the smooth curves of her breasts.
The number of soldiers that had accompanied her was disappointingly small in the Highlander's eyes. It was clear that Harmonia was giving them only token support. ...But if he were married to Holy Hikusaak's daughter, they would find renewed faith in their vassal state's cause. If only he had known so many years that it would come to this. He needed her. He wanted her. And Luca was not a man to be denied his desires.
The bishop waved away her young blond assistant to trouble Culgan for some maps of the local terrain. Seeing her standing alone in the fading daylight, the mad king made his move. He strode pompously, taking wide, swaggering steps and managing to purposefully bump against Sasarai's side. "Oh! Oops!" she said automatically, even though it hadn't been her fault.
Luca wrapped his arm around her waist from behind and placed his hand on her hip, holding her securely beside him. "Hello Sasarai. I hear that you're still unwed. I am single as well. But every king needs an heir, doesn't he? And for that, he needs a wife." He looked down at her as he spoke, his voice gradually gaining a vicious, predatory edge. His fingers gripped her hip more tightly, pressing the blue fabric close to her enticingly pure body.
Sasarai met his gaze coolly, her tightly pursed lips the only sign betraying her fear. She resisted the urge to bolt after Nika amidst the tents to her own loyal troops. The prospect of a chase threatened to fully awake the beast inside this fearful man.
Luca fought his own instincts as well, itching to force himself upon her here whey they stood and allow her to deal with the consequences later. There was the chance that such a move would irreparably sever Highland's ties to Harmonia. Of course, there was also the possibility that a high-ranking Harmonian woman would accept marriage to the one who deflowered her over living as spoiled goods. How could this little witch even consider doing otherwise? He was rarely interested in women, even when it came to indulging his most lustful urges. She should be honored to have caught a king's eye!
Weighing the options in his mind, he shifted her to face toward his personal tent, and still holding her tight, bullied the little bishop into the tent as he spoke. "I have a proposal to discuss with you that would profit both our nations. Let's sit down and talk it over. I'd love to hear what you think of it."
The tent flap flipped closed behind them as Luca tossed Sasarai down onto his bed. Like all the furnishings brought by the royal family while on the field, it was strangely out of place on a military campground. With both arms on the bed, one hand placed on each side of Sasarai, Luca leered menacingly at his intended bride. He had long known the power a man could wield over a woman. He had seen firsthand his mother's rape and her loss of sanity.
Sasarai's large green eyes grew rounder and wider at this quick turn of events. She was swiftly losing ground to the ally who had become her captor. "T-tell me about your proposition," she shuddered, hoping to keep the focus on words, not deeds, until the atmosphere had lightened.
Luca pulled off his gauntlets and the gloves beneath them. "You marry me and bring a greater number of Harmonian troops down here to fight the war. We'll win with any substantial Harmonian support and when we do, we'll split the city states with you." His dark eyes were piercing like knives, "Your lot would love to have Tinto, wouldn't you?"
"I-I'm not in a position to make that kind of decision," Sasarai answered, her words barely above a whisper as Luca, kneeling over her, his legs astride her hips, easily untied her sash.
"But you can decide to marry, can you not? And to accept a gift of land from your future husband as a kind of wedding present, correct?" He pulled her white robe up to her hips, then to her waist, and slipped his hand beneath the smooth fabric, his fingers running across her cool skin to touch her firm breasts. "You'll ask your mother for a dowry of troops and military supplies, won't you? I'm sure she'll find all of this completely reasonable." He stroked the tender areolas, feeling Sasarai's breast swell with excitement against her will. "I might think your mother would be glad for you to have found such consummate happiness." He stressed the word "consummate," his lips moving in sensuous slow motion.
"Shut up," Sasarai told him, firm in her feeling, despite her growing fear.
Luca continued to caress her breasts. "I see. You wish to proceed in silence. I understand completely. Words have never done much to arouse me either." He moved his hands lower to rustle through her undergarments.
Sasarai raised her arms and pressed her hands against his shoulders. "Stop. I mean it. I came south to serve as your ally in war, not your consort in bed."
Like a ravenous beast, he was not to be quieted so easily, his large fingers probing beneath the silken fabric to explore and enter her despite her protests. Sasarai shivered, digging her hands into Luca's shoulders, between his neck and the thick-armored plates, as she went rigid, her spine curving despite herself.
"Now, you see, I can pleasure my bride," Luca laughed. The ten was growing ever darker as the sun faded away over the hills. Luca kept her engaged with one hand as he used the other to free the hardened and anxious body part Sasarai could only glimpse as a threatening silhouette in the gathering shadows.
"No," she repeated, "Let me go."
"Oh, continue," he moaned, his voice dripping with desire, "Your struggles serve only to engorge me further and increase my lust for your chaste little body. I only hope your feistiness predicts your strength in bearing sons!"
He drew his hand away to pull aside her slips and undergarments, holding her apart to direct his arrow to its target.
"You cannot have me," she smacked his brawny chest with her tiny hand. "I will not marry you! I will condemn you and head back to Harmonia the instant I am able!" Her fear had sharpened into one last burst of ferocity. "If you stop now we can still be allies! Stop now and I will speak of this to no one. Luca. Stop." The last hard words were hammered down as an irrevocable command.
She looked as though she were about to say more, but whatever she was about to do, Luca did not want to hear it. "You shut up, Sasarai," he silenced her.
Author: seta_suzume
Words: 1,233
Theme: Table 1, #5 shut up
Fandom: Suikoden series (this one takes place during II)
Rating & warnings: R-ish for, um, sexual activity and intent. One-sided Luca/Sasarai.
This was the little girl who had once been suggested as a possible bride for him. Luca Blight was surprised to hear it. She had grown up to be infinitely more appealing than she had first appeared to him as a white-robed, tomboyish child. She was attractive and small and he could easily imagine the benefits of allying with her, both in bed and at war.
"Bishop Sasarai," he nodded toward her brusquely as they were officially introduced by Leon.
"Your Highness," she bowed politely. Despite her layered robes, Luca could make out the smooth curves of her breasts.
The number of soldiers that had accompanied her was disappointingly small in the Highlander's eyes. It was clear that Harmonia was giving them only token support. ...But if he were married to Holy Hikusaak's daughter, they would find renewed faith in their vassal state's cause. If only he had known so many years that it would come to this. He needed her. He wanted her. And Luca was not a man to be denied his desires.
The bishop waved away her young blond assistant to trouble Culgan for some maps of the local terrain. Seeing her standing alone in the fading daylight, the mad king made his move. He strode pompously, taking wide, swaggering steps and managing to purposefully bump against Sasarai's side. "Oh! Oops!" she said automatically, even though it hadn't been her fault.
Luca wrapped his arm around her waist from behind and placed his hand on her hip, holding her securely beside him. "Hello Sasarai. I hear that you're still unwed. I am single as well. But every king needs an heir, doesn't he? And for that, he needs a wife." He looked down at her as he spoke, his voice gradually gaining a vicious, predatory edge. His fingers gripped her hip more tightly, pressing the blue fabric close to her enticingly pure body.
Sasarai met his gaze coolly, her tightly pursed lips the only sign betraying her fear. She resisted the urge to bolt after Nika amidst the tents to her own loyal troops. The prospect of a chase threatened to fully awake the beast inside this fearful man.
Luca fought his own instincts as well, itching to force himself upon her here whey they stood and allow her to deal with the consequences later. There was the chance that such a move would irreparably sever Highland's ties to Harmonia. Of course, there was also the possibility that a high-ranking Harmonian woman would accept marriage to the one who deflowered her over living as spoiled goods. How could this little witch even consider doing otherwise? He was rarely interested in women, even when it came to indulging his most lustful urges. She should be honored to have caught a king's eye!
Weighing the options in his mind, he shifted her to face toward his personal tent, and still holding her tight, bullied the little bishop into the tent as he spoke. "I have a proposal to discuss with you that would profit both our nations. Let's sit down and talk it over. I'd love to hear what you think of it."
The tent flap flipped closed behind them as Luca tossed Sasarai down onto his bed. Like all the furnishings brought by the royal family while on the field, it was strangely out of place on a military campground. With both arms on the bed, one hand placed on each side of Sasarai, Luca leered menacingly at his intended bride. He had long known the power a man could wield over a woman. He had seen firsthand his mother's rape and her loss of sanity.
Sasarai's large green eyes grew rounder and wider at this quick turn of events. She was swiftly losing ground to the ally who had become her captor. "T-tell me about your proposition," she shuddered, hoping to keep the focus on words, not deeds, until the atmosphere had lightened.
Luca pulled off his gauntlets and the gloves beneath them. "You marry me and bring a greater number of Harmonian troops down here to fight the war. We'll win with any substantial Harmonian support and when we do, we'll split the city states with you." His dark eyes were piercing like knives, "Your lot would love to have Tinto, wouldn't you?"
"I-I'm not in a position to make that kind of decision," Sasarai answered, her words barely above a whisper as Luca, kneeling over her, his legs astride her hips, easily untied her sash.
"But you can decide to marry, can you not? And to accept a gift of land from your future husband as a kind of wedding present, correct?" He pulled her white robe up to her hips, then to her waist, and slipped his hand beneath the smooth fabric, his fingers running across her cool skin to touch her firm breasts. "You'll ask your mother for a dowry of troops and military supplies, won't you? I'm sure she'll find all of this completely reasonable." He stroked the tender areolas, feeling Sasarai's breast swell with excitement against her will. "I might think your mother would be glad for you to have found such consummate happiness." He stressed the word "consummate," his lips moving in sensuous slow motion.
"Shut up," Sasarai told him, firm in her feeling, despite her growing fear.
Luca continued to caress her breasts. "I see. You wish to proceed in silence. I understand completely. Words have never done much to arouse me either." He moved his hands lower to rustle through her undergarments.
Sasarai raised her arms and pressed her hands against his shoulders. "Stop. I mean it. I came south to serve as your ally in war, not your consort in bed."
Like a ravenous beast, he was not to be quieted so easily, his large fingers probing beneath the silken fabric to explore and enter her despite her protests. Sasarai shivered, digging her hands into Luca's shoulders, between his neck and the thick-armored plates, as she went rigid, her spine curving despite herself.
"Now, you see, I can pleasure my bride," Luca laughed. The ten was growing ever darker as the sun faded away over the hills. Luca kept her engaged with one hand as he used the other to free the hardened and anxious body part Sasarai could only glimpse as a threatening silhouette in the gathering shadows.
"No," she repeated, "Let me go."
"Oh, continue," he moaned, his voice dripping with desire, "Your struggles serve only to engorge me further and increase my lust for your chaste little body. I only hope your feistiness predicts your strength in bearing sons!"
He drew his hand away to pull aside her slips and undergarments, holding her apart to direct his arrow to its target.
"You cannot have me," she smacked his brawny chest with her tiny hand. "I will not marry you! I will condemn you and head back to Harmonia the instant I am able!" Her fear had sharpened into one last burst of ferocity. "If you stop now we can still be allies! Stop now and I will speak of this to no one. Luca. Stop." The last hard words were hammered down as an irrevocable command.
She looked as though she were about to say more, but whatever she was about to do, Luca did not want to hear it. "You shut up, Sasarai," he silenced her.