Disclaimer: This is an adult story that should not be read by minors under the age of 18. This is a parody series based on the Play Station 2 Game: Suikoden III. All of the characters belong to Konami and the creators of Suikoden III. These stories are, in my opinion, the real stories that went on in the game.
Because the game is set as a trinity, with three main characters, I will write my stories in the order I play the game. I will concentrate on Hugo Chapter 1 to start, dividing it into stories based on main events.
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Suikoden 3 Hugo: Chapter 1 Part 1 Leaving Karaya
The green grassland opened wide before him. It was like the Earth Spirits made the land only for him, so he could race and hunt over it. The blue sky looked beautiful this morning. This was the type of day where nothing could go wrong.
Hugo spurred his green pony, and the horned beast charged forward. He was followed by Sergeant Joe, a duck soldier from the Duck Clan village (like Howard the Duck only heâs wearing a military jacket and hat), and ever faithful, Fubar, his griffon. Fubar was a bit jealous that Hugo wasnât ridding him this morning, but Hugo ignored the beast.
As they neared the Karayan Clan village, Hugo was once again reminded how he didnât want to go back yet. He had gone out ridding this morning before the sun had even risen because he had been feeling bored and trapped in his home village. The race across the grasslands had freed him for a few hours, but he knew it couldnât last. Besides, he was hungry. He could already smell the aromas of the cooking fires. His mother was a great cook, though preparing meals wasnât her only talent.
As they entered the village the guards, and other villagers who were going about their daily business, greeted them. After stabling his horse, Hugo told Fubar to go hunt for his own meals, and the griffon flew off with a parting screech, while Hugo and Sgt. Joe went to Hugoâs hut.
Hugo couldnât help staring at some of the village girls as they walked by. The girls would pretend to not see Hugo, but when they were passed, they would always glance over the shoulders, their well-formed hips swinging seductively. The smiles they gave the young hunter promised secret desires later on when they could have a few moments together. Privacy was never a big deal here, the village so small that it consisted of less than 10 huts yet over thirty villagers; so many huts often shared more than one family.
Hugo almost tripped over a rock as he followed one girl, his eyes pulled hungrily to her large breasts and firm ass. Like all Karayanâs, she was tanned copper-brown from a lifetime spent outdoors. Her hair was reddish-brown and cut short, like most of the village girls, and she had brown eyes. Hugo couldnât remember her name at the moment, but he was sure she was the girl he fucked last night. Or was it her sister? It didnât matter, by the hungry looks she gave him, he knew that he could call her any name he wanted, she would get on her hands and knees for him at any time.
Like right now. âSergeant, will you excuse me for a moment. I need to go see someone.â
Sgt. Joe rolled his eyes and watched as the young girl led Hugo to one of the huts. He still couldnât believe how open this clan was with their sexuality. He could swear that everyone was related to each other. Thatâs probably why a lot of them looked so similar. He sighed and found a wall to lean against while Hugo started stripping. The duck soldier had come to understand that this was so common for everyone that the villagers barely slowed to watch when ever anyone did this. But what really surprised him was how the girls never became pregnant from affairs like these.
âYou were really good last night Hugo. I donât remember when I came so hard.â
âSo where you.â He threw his leather vest to the ground and unlaced his black pants, letting them drop before he fell on top of the young red head and undid her orange top, and slid her cotton skirt up to her waist. Like all Karayanâs, neither one wore any underclothes. That was something left for the Iron Heads. The Clan folks could never understand the concept of wearing clothes underneath clothes. Aside from being uncomfortable, it made it harder to have sex â just more to remove.
The girl leaned back against the hut wall and bunched up her skirt so it wouldnât fall back down. Hugo crushed her against the wall and pushed his cock into her waiting pussy. She moaned in pleasure as the thick meat entered her, but as it slid out and then back in, out and in, getting faster with each stroke, she soon started crying out. âYes, yes, harder, faster.â Her ass was being rubbed raw again the wood hut, and sheâd probably have new splinters that her parents would have to extract, but she didnât care. That would be fun for latter.
âYes, Hugo, suck my tits.â Hugo had dived down between the succulent breasts, taking one of the dark nipples between his teeth and biting. âOh by the Spirits, yes.â
The young hunter slid his hands down and grabbed onto her ass, pulling her up into the air in order to pounding her down harder onto his cock. She assisted by spreading her legs out wide around him.
Hugo had to pull his mouth off of her nipples as he started grunting like an animal. He buried his fingers in her asshole, spreading it open along with parting her cheeks as he fucked faster.
âOh yes, oh yes, yes, yes! YES!â The girl came with a loud cry, soon joined with that of Hugoâs as he shot his cum into her. He kept pumping his cock in and out of her while they came, enjoying the feeling of her pussy squeezing his incredibly sensitive cock head.
When they finished, Hugo lowered her to her feet and they shared a kiss, before they put their clothes back on and left to their own businesses again. The thought that she might now be pregnant never even crossed his mind. Their clan had been blessed ages ago so that their women only became fertile after being married, and then only to their husbands. This kept their clan from becoming to large, as well as preventing the problem of their blood thinning resulting and resulting in malformed offspring.
Hugo rejoined Sgt. Joe and they continued their trip to his place. It wasnât a long walk to his hut, and when they got inside he was greeted by Lulu, his best friend since they were children. A few years younger than him, Lulu had had big brown eyes that were always open wide with wonder. He had dark black hair which he dyed bright red at the top. Hugo always found it ridiculous looking, but Lulu would point out that they couldnât all be pretty boys like him.
Hugo couldnât argue. He had definitely inherited his motherâs good looks. Trained to hunt since before he could walk, Hugo had a strong muscular build. Though not tall yet, he still had some growing to do. His thick hair was a mix of blonde and black, with spiked bangs. His roots were black, but as his hair moved upwards, it turned blonde, like his motherâs, only to become black again at the points.
âSo how was the ride today Hugo? You were out long this time.â Lulu asked excitedly. âYou should have taken me with you.â
Hugo really liked Lulu, but sometimes he needed time away from him. He could be too excitable at times, like an annoying dog.
âI just needed to stretch my legs and get some air.â
âSo whereâs the host to show us to our table?â Sgt. Joe asked as he came in. âIâm hungry.â
âYouâre always hungry,â Lulu said, not understanding the âhostâ and âtableâ comment.
âThe food is ready outside for you boys,â came a seductive voice from the other end of the hut.
The three heads turned to see a young looking woman walking towards them. Although she was over 30, you could never tell. Her blonde hair, cut short above the nape of her neck, still glowed under the sun, and her tanned skin was free of any wrinkles. She was still in incredible shape, her muscles toned from hours of sword practice and hard working. She wore a tight leather dress, dyed in patterns of white, black and purple colors, that clung to every curve of her body, and caressed her large, supple breasts like a loverâs hands. You could always see her hard nipples pushing out against the material. The dress only went down her right leg, exposing the tight black pants she wore underneath. A large gold buckle covered the leather belt wrapped around her waist, finished her outfit. She walked over to them, her movements both commanding, yet alluring. No matter where she was, she would always draw every eye in the room. Worshiped by allies and enemies alike, it was no wonder this woman was the Clan Chief.
âHey Mom, sorry about all the noise last night.â Hugo greeted Lucia as she approached.
âThatâs okay Hugo, I could barely hear you over Beecham and Jimba anyway. But I take it you and Suzy had a good time?â
âSuzy, thatâs her name.â Hugo snapped his fingers as he remembered.
âReally Hugo, the Chieftainâs son should remember everyoneâs name in the clan.â She tried to be stern, but she couldnât help but shake her head and laugh.
âMust you Karayanâs be so open with who you take as lovers?â Sgt. Joe asked. âWe Duckâs at least close our doors at night when we mate.â
âI donât remember hearing you complaining much the other night Sergeant.â Lucia purred, referring to the night that she had caught the duck soldier alone and finally managed to seduce. âAnd you were quite happy to tickle me with those lovely feathers of yours.â
âErr hum, you said the food was outside?â Sgt. Joe asked to change the subject. Not waiting for a response, he went outside, followed by Lulu.
Hugo, who had been doing his best to not burst out laughing at Sgt. Joeâs embarrassment, was going to follow when Lucia stopped him. âA moment of your time son.â
Hugo looked to her questioningly. âWhat is it mom?â
Seeing the look of hunger (for food) on his face, she couldnât help but smile. âIt can wait. Come see me after you have eaten.â
Hugo gave her a confused glance, but went after his friends. Lucia knew from the tent in his pants that food wasnât the only thing he had been hungering for. She sighed wistfully, wondering once again if this was the right thing to do to him.
*****
After they had finished eating they found out that Lucia had gone over to Luluâs house. They walked over there and found Jimba, Luluâs older brother, sitting outside polishing his metal armor again. Hugo still found it hard to believe that Jimba and Luly were related. Then again, it was hard to believe that Jimba was from their village. Taller than any of the other men by at least 3 inches, Jimba was also broader in size and just plain bigger, then anyone else here. He was also not as dark as the other villagers. Though his skin was tanned bronze, it looked more from being outside for many years, instead of him being born with it like the rest of them. His hair was also a lighter shade of blonde than anyone elseâs. At first glance he appeared to be in his late 20s or early 30s, if you looked in his eyes he looked much older. Then there was the fact that Luce, Luluâs mother, was only in her low 40s, but considering most of the girls in the village had their first child by around 13 or 14, it wouldnât be to difficult to see Jimba as being her son.
âHey Jimba, still playing with that armor eh?â Hugo asked as they approached.
âBeats playing with myself like others do.â His gaze passed over to Lulu, who started jumping up and down in rage.
âYou were watching?â
âSo whatâs the story with that armor Jimba? You treat it like treasure, but you never bring it inside out of the bad weather.â
âLuce doesnât like the smell of metal in the hut, so I have to leave it outside. As for its meaning, an old soldier friend gave it to me.â He said no more on the subject.
âForget it Hugo,â Lulu grumbled, still upset about the previous comment. âHe wonât even tell me about it, his own brother.â
âOne day I will Lulu, when youâre older.â
The subject was dropped when Lucia and Luce came out of the hut. âYouâre here, good. I want you to bring the final documents to the Zexen capital.â Lucia said to Hugo.
âThe truce?â
âYes. We will be meeting the Zexen representatives but we still need to deliver the paper work to the Zexen Merchant Council, and it would look best if they were to arrive by an official carrier.â
âAs the son of the chief, that would be you.â Jimba added in.