Fan Fiction ❯ Chrono Trigger - Far Off Promise ❯ Chrono Trigger - Far Off Promise ( Chapter 1 )

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The Video Gamer's Sex Stories
Volume 29 - Chrono Trigger - Far Off Promise
(m/f, first, f-solo, preg?)


Crono had always felt a little guilty with the affection Marle
occasionally showered upon him since they left their own time, knowing
that the princess' emotions were certainly jumbled from something as
life-altering as a bitter departure from her home. Still, he was only
human, and unable to resist the temptations of the flesh.

It began in Bangor Dome, where the adventuring trio ended up after
escaping Guardia. At first, Marle's blossoming sexuality manifested
itself in the smallest of gestures. Upon realizing that the current
predicament would require a radical change from her royal past, she
adapted admirably. Within just a day of arriving in the year 2300,
Marle had no problem undressing alongside Lucca to wash down with the
meager water they managed to scrounge up. As a true gentlemen, Crono
always managed to resisted the urge to peek in on them, his discipline
eventually proving to be well rewarded.

Upon defeating their first adversaries -- a contingent of Octopods,
she hugged her new acquaintance so tightly he could feel the points of
her nipples driving most delightfully into his chest. She prattled on
about how brave and strong Crono was, much to Lucca's chagrin, and had
succeeded in beguiling the teen boy so well that he almost didn't
notice her bend over right in front of him to collect the contents of a
treasure chest. The sight of a princess' taut behind made him nearly
salivate, but yet more was to come.

Before taking leave of Doan to vanquish the stock room guardian of
Arris Dome, Marle leaned forward just before descending down the steep
ladder. She whispered a brief "good luck" to him and flashed a devious
smile, as if totally mindful he could see much of the view down her
loose top. Later on, after proving victorious, she noisily rearranged
her dress in front of him after flaunting how the battle had left her
in disarray, sweat causing the material to cling to her body and leave
very little to the imagination.

Both Crono and Lucca at first thought these were merely lonely
displays of misguided tenderness, but that quickly changed as soon as
Marle understood her new beau was too bashful to pick up on her overt
sexual advances. As the three ripped across the landscape in Johnny's
jet bike, she made sure to sit right behind the spiky redhead and grind
her crotch against his backside so noticeably that the bespectacled
scientist behind her could only boggle in surprise. Every time he
turned back, risking the race to try and figure out just what the
blonde was doing, she only smiled innocently back. Later on, he could
have sworn that the front of her robes had gotten slightly damp, even
in such a cold clime.

Upon finally reaching Proto Dome and the discovery of the totaled
robot which immediately caught Lucca's consummate focus, Marle decided
the time was at hand. After waiting a few minutes for their companion
to really settle into the repair work, she curtly pulled Crono away
with the promise of a quick respite in the enertron, although all by
now knew what her real intentions were.

Wearing a huge smile as he walked off to lose his virginity, the
mute boy allowed himself to be dragged across the high catwalk to a
raised island they had just cleared of monsters. There, concealed in
only the slightest respect by a tall column which powered the enertron,
Marle pressed her lover's hand to her crotch, making it quite clear
that his wildest desires were about to be fulfilled.

"It's okay, Crono..." she begged, breathing hard as he drew her
head into his shoulder. "I'm want to be a *woman*..."

***

Though still vestal and chaste as could be, Marle was not at all
inexperienced in her own libido. She had to repress it of course, and
limit her outlets to marathon masturbation sessions in the privacy of
her own chambers. Both her guards and handmaidens became aware of the
boisterous practices from the sounds of moaning alone, eventually
finding out that their majesty's favorite position was to simply
straddle the bed and rub her bare cunny across the sheets until she
creamed all over the place.

Of course, the King was promptly informed of this. He knew well
enough that to try and punish his daughter for blowing off a little
steam would only backfire. Such a spitfire like herself would probably
have ended up running off into town, only to have her legs pried open
and precious cherry popped by the first band of horny brigands she
passed. Still, he had to take a good many knights down to the dungeon
for some 'disciplining' once realizing that a few of them were thinking
about opening that door and taking some unwarranted liberties.

Not that he could blame them. Marle was a real looker, and His
Majesty knew well the history of his esteemed land. In the Middle Ages,
Guardia's ancestors had taken strongly to the notion of preserving the
family line. Queen Leene, in fact, had been conceived by her father's
sister, and happily put out for her brothers while growing up until
siring a child by her very own daddy. It was the natural way at that
time, and the current King had to fight his libido every day to chase
the desire off.


Lucca was in a very similar position to her golden-haired rival,
having attained a rather prudish reputation by refusing to put out for
anyone. It wasn't that she didn't care for boys -- far from it. She
was, however, much too busy to spend time in a relationship that would
detract from scientific discovery. Well, that, and the understanding
that most of her suitors would probably only stick around as long as
she was willing to spread wide.

Not that she was still a virgin either, though. A trip down to
Porre a month or so after her seventeenth birthday had put an end to
that rather quickly. She had only been down there to acquire some metal
alloy that had been shipped in from Medina, but something made Lucca
visit the Snail Stop for a quick bite to eat before the journey home.
After accepting a drink from a tall drink of water, the next thing she
remembered was lying on her back at the inn while he pumped away at her
muff. The man was gone, naturally, by morning, leaving her to trot back
to Truce with his semen rubbing shamelessly between her legs.

For awile, the shock of busting her hymen had actually let her slip
into a daze of sexual immorality. While building Gato for the Millenial
Fair, she'd needed a guinea pig to test his strength and abilities. One
of the newlyweds living in the house adjacent to the Truce market had
gladly offered as long as she let him bop her at will, of course. She
actually didn't mind at all -- he was a decent lover who always pulled
out, and she even came a couple of times as he pounded her twat in the
bushes behind her alloted square.

And naturally, going all the way down to Porre for cheaper supplies
became a thing of the past once Lucca figured out what a bind the Truce
shopkeep's son, Fritz, was in. His sister was an absolute fox, and got
as many stares from the ladies as she did from the men, including our
purple-haired intellectual. Unfortunately, she was too busy getting
shagged by the mayor's son for him to imbibe any. For the price of a
teeny bit of shoplifting from his pop however, Lucca allowed him to do
her any way he pleased, although the young man was far less competent
than his competitor. He squirted inside her more often that not with
just a sheepishly apology, and the only way to get her rocks off later
would be to take care of things personally.

Most recently, while waiting for Crono to come visit her booth at
the fairgrounds, Lucca was suddenly overcome by a doubt of severe
thirst from working in the hot sun. Unwilling to trek all the way home
for a drink and leave Gato unattended, she sautered over to the soda
table and casually propositioned herself for a cold one. The man was at
least as old as her father, but knew how to take care of a lady. She
lost count of how many times he made her climax before erupting into
her depths, but it was so unforgettable she was begging for him to
finish properly by the end. Even later while meeting Crono and Marle
with her undergarments still drenched in semen, her clitoris had still
been buzzing faintly.

Ironically, such a memorable bang had actually been the turning
point that drew Lucca away from her rapidly-degrading lifestyle. She
had no choice but to break off her current entanglements once they all
got dragged into the past, although did recidivate once and let a group
of the castle's soldiers get her drunk in the mess hall before mounting
the poor lass on a table and chain-fucking her tight slot sore. Once
the humplust had been quenched, though, she'd stayed remarkably sober,
shaming even Marle by comparison!

Instead of risking another such lapse in judgement, the teenager's
attention turned to her natural talents and the pleasures the fruit of
labor could provide. With the invention of a distinct handheld device,
all of Lucca's longings were instantly solved, waiting to be gently
extinguished at a moment's notice. Life was good for a time, at least
on the surface. Crono's best friend had increasingly been musing
whether or not to probe the depths of their relationship and test the
waters for the introduction of romance. Plainly aware she was risking
losing him to some floozy from town, the reserved scientist battled
over to make her move and risk everything.


It seemed now that her dilemma was solved. Marle had come on the
scene, young and naive, and instantly thrust her worries and fears away
to embrace passion. Lucca wasn't foolish, and knew that Crono would be
crazy to turn down an offer from such a beautiful, virile woman. She
had bigger tits, a softer ass, and probably a dedicated sect of virgin
handmaidens to shave her bush on a regular basis. Knowing she was
dissapointing in relation to her rival, Lucca visualized her own small
boobs, second-rate buttocks, and ratty pussy with woeful sadness. She
might be able to bag most of the bumpkins in town, but there was no
contest between her and royalty.

***

Even as all these thoughts ran through her head, and the sounds of
heavy kissing and petting became more prominent, the purple-haired
female could not help but feel a certain familiar tingle at the sight
of so many shiny rods laid out in front of her. Many of them looked
strikingly similar to the one hidden in the cabinet under her
bookshelf, and she noticed with alarm a growing wetness in her panties.

"It's not like *they'll* notice anyway..." she whispered softly,
knees giving way so she could rest comfortably on her butt. Without
fanfare, Lucca extended her legs and pulled her underwear off quickly,
shivering as the cool air caressed her exposed vee. Grabbing a slender
cylinder from a nearby pile, (one of the cleaned ones, of course) she
placed it right at the entrance to her tingling muff and cocked an ear,
waiting for just the right moment to proceed.


Crono and Marle were well into each other by this time, lapping the
insides of each other's mouths at a frenzied pace. The princess' eyes
were wide open, glazed over at the thought of what was about to happen.
Soon, her partner's eager hands loosened their grip around her body,
making way upwards to her twin treasures. She let him touch there
freely, already beginning to swoon as her breasts responded.

Snaking one hand along the outside of Marle's silken white robe,
Crono deftly slipped the other one down her top, feeling up the warm
flesh unimpeded. She murmured softly as the maestro went to work,
gently kneading and folding each mound in turn while realizing how
quickly her nipples had firmed up in anticipation.

Before long, the swordsman began to slowly tug at the top half of
his girlfriend's garment. Still lip-locked with him, Marle could only
shrug her shoulders, allowing her boobs to become totally freed to the
dank air of the dome. Crono left his position with a last, regretful
smooch, moving on to feast on the remarkable protrusions as a being
possessed, assaulting every side thoroughly until she was panting
breathlessly from the treatment.

Half nude now, it was nothing to let him go on to the next step --
sparing a hand to explore the depths between her legs. Quivering in a
helpless manner as her jewels were probed rougher than she was used to,
Marle almost had to stop herself from pushing him away in a moment of
frazzled overload. Once she had bore down and really gotten used to the
intense stimulation, though, it was as if the Guardian heir were set to
glide along a column of air amongst the clouds. Utterly conversed, she
let her mouth fall open and made a sound that described how she felt
dead-on.

Eliciting the first real moan of lust from his royal mate brought a
delighted smile to Crono's face. He probed her slit again in earnest,
rewarded again as Marle's sensitive privates lit up spectacularly. For
a few minutes, he continued to dazzle her with his dexterous handiwork,
teasing her damp gash until she was simmered properly and ready for the
main event. When he finally withdrew from their passionate smooch, both
lovebirds gazed at each other to truly reaffirm the desire to proceed.
Once so assured, the princess' garment seemed to slide completely away
as if of its own volition.

Marle stood there, nearly naked except for a virginal pair of white
panties. Being male, Crono was only too happy to help her remove them,
sticking his hand deep inside the waistband to give her slit a playful
grope before grabbing the front and inching them slowly down her legs.
Guardia's heir possessed an absolutely resplendent womanhood, her rosy
slit framed perfectly by a cloud of well-trimmed blonde curls. She had
obviously been anticipating having sex for some time beforehand, as
lubrication was obscenely pasting her inner thighs and still dripping
from her wet slit.

Aroused greatly by the sight, Crono turned her underwear inside-out
and dramatically gave the crotch a whiff, provoking a grossed look from
his prim mate. Just when the sly motion had distracted her enough, he
sprang, wanting to show how much he appreciated being allowed the one
to remove her chaste status. As Marle was still standing, he fell down
to his knees and buried his face in her pelvis, inhaling deeply the
scent of her delicious muff.

Right before Marle was about to gently bonk Crono for reveling in
his fetish instead of getting down to business, the clever lad made
sure his tongue was wedged into the base of her slick crack and then
ran it all the way up in a broad swatch that touched off sparks of
pleasure along every precious nerve ending. The blonde vixen melted
instantly, nearly losing her balance before stepping back to steady
herself as he ran the fleshy projection in circles around her clitoris.

Stifling her cries of passion so Lucca wouldn't be *too* distracted
while she relinquished her virginity, Marle snapped a hand up between
her breasts, instinctually moving to caress her creamy mounds from
years of associating the two stimulations together. The other fluttered
down to Crono's head, softly grasping and releasing his spiky hair as
the energetic youth munched away at her tasty snatch. Within a matter
of seconds, she was horny and ready to be fucked, letting her lover
know simply by flooding his face with torrents of feminine pre-come.

Desiring greatly to buffer the inevitable pain he would have to
inflict on her later, Crono devoured Marle's loins with a veritable
frenzy of lapping at her privates. At first she feebly pushed him away
from her slit, panting and moaning, but even the thought of having
their first orgasm together as one could be silenced by the allure of
discovering how a large member would feel stuffed up inside her.

Sensing his current task was completed, Crono stood up again and
embraced Her Highness with endearing tenderness. She reciprocated
gladly, wrapping her arms around his back and locking lips again with
no qualms about tasting her own cream on his lips. Marle was far too
hot and bothered now to even think of worrying about wetting her beak
with a less-than-fairy-tale-like experience. Breaking away after an
eternity of togetherness, the Princess looked deeply into her hero's
eyes before making her last rasping plea as a maiden.

"No more..." she begged huskily, holding pleadingly onto Crono's
shoulders. "I want it *now*..."

***

Lucca had pulled out her Sight Scope by now, reasoning that if they
were going to be so blatant about screwing each other, she had every
right to watch and get off herself. She had worked the thin shaft into
her cunt some way already, unable to resist juicing herself up a bit
and warming the metal by her body heat once her friends had started.

In that short amount of time, Marle had pinned Crono to the far
wall, putting their every move within full view of their peeping
voyeur. Displaying characteristic celerity, the regal beauty undid her
partner's jerkin and almost ripped it off his arms, grinning fiendishly
as she undressed him. Quite willing to let her do as she wished, the
powerful swordsman simply leaned back as his pants were lowered to the
dirty floor, followed by the rest of him. Too anxious to wait any
longer, she paused just long enough to make sure his spine was resting
conformably against one of the few unbroken wall panels, then straddled
him as soon as she could muster.

Nearby, the purple-headed scientist sighed gratifyingly as she gave
her quim a few quick pokes with the makeshift dildo, watching Marle
with all due interest. The stunningly nude teenager had already gripped
Crono's penis firmly and brought her pussy directly over his sizeable
cock, letting her rosy petals gently kiss the bulging head while
steeling herself for the crucial moment.

The loving pair looked deeply into each other's eyes as Marle
slowly lowered herself onto her partner's shaft, feeding it into her
pristine hole with a hand turned white from gripping the meaty flesh so
fully. The crown popped inside without fanfare, prompting grit teeth
and a short gasp from the focused girl, but no sign of reservation. She
was still perfectly intent on seeing the whole thing through without a
shred of regret.

As her tender nether lips parted ever-so-succulently to accept the
hungry spike that would break her chastity asunder, Marle looked down
at their slowly-joining bodies with full concentration, desiring very
much to meet this most important moment in her life with all faculties.
Her gingerly pace prevented Crono's lengthy pole from rushing inside
right away, allowing the two lovers to meander their way into complete
union together.

Panting emphatically as her vestal chamber easily became filled,
the Guardian Princess placed both palms atop Crono's chest, watching
intently while her slick hole noisily consumed his firm rod. With great
finesse, she lowered herself bit by bit until a gentle restricting
sensation indicated that they had arrived at the point of no return.

Regretfully averting her gaze away from the arousing sight of her
abdomen swelling with a fat cock, Marle cast her eyes into Crono's, the
lock of paired souls taking only a moment's time to assure her this was
something she really wanted to do. Smiling faintly with all the trust
she could muster, the contented teenager released the force keeping her
arms stiff against his chest and sank down into his crotch with a rush.
She cried out slightly as the dark pang exploded in her sacred place,
burying her face into her partner's while riding out the unpleasantness
with a spat of furious tongue-dueling.


Watching her good friend get poked for the first time combined with
the currently excellent view of Crono's dick deeply embedded in the
blonde's dripping honeypot turned Lucca on immensely. The short, rough
pummeling that usually got her off within minutes no longer seemed to
satisfy the ingenious scientist. Spreading her legs wider, Taban's
daughter gripped the metal cylinder and drove it into her womanhood
*hard*, grunting most uncharacteristically as the steel piston pressed
almost painfully against her cervix. The natural high of being so rough
with her body was too much of a turn on to ignore, however.

Knowing any sounds she made would surely be drowned out by Crono
and Marle's shameless lovemaking, Lucca began frigging her wet box with
aggressive fervor, sweat streaming off her forehead and splattering on
her glasses as she violently masturbated. Cheeks puffy and red from
rapture, she was almost ready to settle in to a rhythm that would send
her careening off into orgasm when a sparkling, golden gleam caught the
edge of her vision.

Craning her neck to decipher the elusive scintillation was rather
difficult giving her compromising position, but Lucca still managed to
strain her eyesight enough to glimpse the shiny implement. It was
another of the robot's parts, placed dutifully away from the others
once she had cleaned it of the centuries of dirt and grime. Without
warning, the licentious scientist was stricken by a sudden and wicked
urge. Grasping it with her fragile fingers, the resplendent teenager
licked her lips and edged it deftly towards her rear end.

In both Lucca's few forays into sexual intercourse and her many
others in solo pleasure, the notion of anal stimulation had never even
been a consideration to the reasonably-inexperienced girl. However, in
the heat of her current passion, the urge came swift and unexpectedly,
wooing her over with pervasive appeal.

Holding the original metallic phallus firmly inside her dripping
slot, she leaned forward and rested her entire weight on the shaft,
groaning in effort as the not-too-well-thought-out change of position
forced the probe far deeper into her body than she normally cared to
let it. Plodding on determinedly, Lucca raised her rear end high and
withdrew it, sighing wonderfully at the giddy feeling of her juices
running out and spilling waywardly onto the floor.

Unable to bear any reconsideration that might change her mind, the
tomboyish female took the lubricated piston and inserted it directly
between her buttocks without delay, huffing with exertion as her anal
sphincter returned furious protest. Undaunted, Lucca pressed in harder,
hips bucking uncontrollably as the tight ring loosened, then finally
relaxed, allowing her to slip enough of the dildo inside to provide a
pleasant filling sensation within her hind passage.

Deeply desiring to attain the level of intense gratification she
had previously attained, the ravenous machinist rapidly anchored the
second gilded lance directly below her dribbling pussy and fell down
atop it with obvious delight. Erupting into a an untamed outburst of
erotic glory, she sank happily down its length until her nether lips
came to a satisfying halt just above where her trembling digits were
white-knuckled to the steel.

From there -- the magnificent point where our bespectacled beauty
was crammed to utter capacity with two fake penises lodged securely in
her -- it was all downhill until she reached what could only be a
fantastic climax. Humping her crotch fervently onto one slick pole
while plowing her butt with the other awoke completely new sensations
in the studious intellectual. Soon, she was happily bopping her crotch
to and fro, desperately seeking her own joy and forgetting entirely
about the nearby frolicking pair that she had previously been so intent
on studying.

***

Crono, of course, knew Lucca had been watching him getting ready to
screw Marle silly. He'd seen her curious gaze from between the pillars,
but said nothing that would risk losing the intimacy of the moment. Not
that it mattered now, though, with his manhood driving straight into
her warm orifice faster than she could even moan. He had completely
disregarded the fact that his inaugural coitus had a secret voyeur as
well, focusing all attention on his lovely mate to ensure she gave up
her cherry for a truly memorable orgasm.

Marle herself had shown somewhat of a raunchier side to her usually
refined (if a bit teasing at times) exterior, lighting up like a Bugger
monster's jolt attack the first time he plunged in past her maidenhead
after the sting of its breach. In the beginning, he took it very slow,
hoping a ginger pace would serve to help his girl get used to having
her flower pummeled for what he hoped would be a regular basis from now
on, but she had a rather different opinion on the subject.

Immediately after feeling the hard pole bottom out close to her
delicate womb, Marle dug her nails lightly into Crono's chest, staring
contentedly off to his side while she rose up again and inexpertly let
his beautiful staff pop out. Emitting an amused giggle as it rubbed
helplessly along her pubes, matting the hair with her own sticky fluid,
the Princess lazily wrapped her hand around the throbbing meat and
stuck it back in its home.

Closing her legs snug to prevent such a gaffe from being repeated,
Marle began bouncing merrily in her partner's lap, mewing softly to
encourage him to thrust upwards to enhance both their pleasure. He
seemed to get the point quick enough -- pounding her pink twat up to
the balls and letting loose virile grunts of approval as her slick
tunnel placated his tool. In no time her smooth labia had turned a
bright red in color from being constantly stretched by penetration.

Already the two youths were beginning to feel the magical explosion
they were so urgently seeking, pangs of ecstasy flooding their loins
and passing back and forth through the thin connection between them.
Tingles of delight streaked up Marle's sides, engulfing her chest in a
rosy flush that accented her ample-sized boobs perfectly. Crono began
to feel up his royal lover's sensitive mounds again, grinning broadly
as the careful touch caused her to sough and moan most appreciatively.

Her hard nipples which had so recently been springing freely about
were now gracefully stilled by the redheaded swordsman's nimble digits,
sparks of intense energy leaping across the infinitesimally small void
that exists between any two objects in contact with each other. Soon,
the heroes were both barreling hard towards mutual orgasm, unable to
resist the wondrous felicitation quickly exhausting their vitality.

Crying and sweating without a whit of control over herself, Marle
started slapping her bottom viciously onto Crono's thighs, rapture
blossoming in her privates at the simple thought of what was about to
happen. Had she known about her spying friend just a feet away, no
doubt the Pride of Guardia would have shown just a tad more restraint,
but once the familiar rhapsodic sensations shone forth, not even a
squad of castle guards trying to defend their Lady's honor could have
stopped her.


Lucca was doing fine of her own accord, however. The science whiz
hadn't needed to bother settling into rhythm with another or even think
about adjusting her stride, simply ramming each of her holes in turn
and thinking the dirtiest thoughts imaginable. Her aureoles stiffened
while imagining riffraff aboard the Truce-Porre ferry cajoling her into
stripping down and putting out for a hot and steamy gangbang. Next, it
was the pretty teen's gleaming skin which seemed to grow wetter and
silkier from perspiration at the merest mental suggestion of bending
over and letting a few Green Imps and Roly Riders take her by force in
the forest outside Manoria cathedral in 600ad. Soon, she was so worked
up, her pussy was literally pouring forth female cream from fantasizing
about getting bending over and showing a few of the people in this
timeline the allure of fucking a healthy teenaged girl.

The two females were becoming vaguely aware of their concurrent
trysts, each hard-pressed to hide exultant shouts in the confining,
echoing space. Neither was quite ashamed enough to stop, though, at
least until they had both gotten their jollies. Marle seemed to be in
the lead for awhile, panting as she leaned over Crono and bopped her
vagina deliciously, but Lucca caught up splendidly by increasing the
tempo of her jabbing arms until her precious organs were nearly raw
from the effort.

It was quite an impressive sight. Poor, fragile Lara would have
surely dropped dead of a heart attack if she had seen her daughter
doing such nasty, kinky things to herself -- shamelessly diddling her
ass and crack with barely-sterile implements, but it was already too
late to stop the approaching tide. Releasing the bellowing roar of
womanly fury, Lucca let her crotch burst with the unique proof of a
girl's orgasmic prowess, soaking her instrument and the hand holding it
with torrents of scented goo.

Collapsing to the ground in a pool of watery come, the sated girl
held her breasts gingerly through the thick fabric of her blouse,
breathing deeply and basking in the amazing afterglow. Nearly ready to
pass out and enjoy a well-deserved wet dream, she rolled over and just
happened to glance at Crono and Marle, who were about to consummate
their encounter as well. Forcing herself to stay roused, Lucca blinked
heartily to chase away sleep and paid rapt attention to the charming
couple.

***

Totally engaged in the embrace of passion, the adventuring duo
shrugged off all knowledge that their personal affairs were being duly
observed. Crono's hands slid all over Marle's naked torso as she
writhed merrily, wholly overtaken by her carnal lust. A few more loud
moans escaped her lips, and then it finally happened. Bliss filled
every crevice of her mind and the throes of a melodious climax devoured
her soul.

Crono was relishing the effects of his mate's siren song as well,
clenching his fists around her creamy backside and pulling her further
into his lunging prick. All of that did nothing to him compared to the
sight of the most attractive being he had ever beheld straddling him,
coming her pretty little brains out and loving every second. Knowing he
was about to spurt too reminded the lad that he was tempting some very
powerful forces and Marle could very well get knocked up by what he was
about to do. But, as she didn't seem to be in a state to realize it,
and frankly the opportunity was something he couldn't resist passing
up, the blonde's succulent twat was about to get pasted with his hot,
rich cream.

Making furious, erogenous sounds as his cock squirted semen well
within Marle's body, Crono arched his back and embedded himself as far
in as he could. Inundated with sensation, it was all he could do while
riding out waves of exhilaration without letting on that his glee was
primarily due to the fact that he was illicitly inseminating a member
of his country's monarchy.

All good things eventually fade, though, and soon his powerful
length was rapidly softening, threatening to slip out at any moment.
Just when Crono felt the thought of being separated from his beloved
again would break his heart, she brought her face in front of his and
pressed in with a pair of swollen, puffy lips. The endearing kiss was
helpful, thankfully, for easing their parting sorrow, and Marle raised
her bottom up off his lap and shifted herself down his quivering form.

Lucca smiled as she watched her regal friend freely dripping sperm
between Crono's open legs, the two adolescents squirming fondly as the
substantiation of their conjugation spilling sensually onto the metal
plates comprising Proto Dome's flooring. After all, she was perfectly
happy with her solo forays in masturbation. It was only fair that her
comrades enjoy themselves.

***

"Mmm... Crono?" the Princess asked woozily, stirring at the sound
of Lucca noisily dropping one of the robot's many parts.

Marle's quick-thinking lover silenced her gracefully, pressing a
finger across her lips and gently directing her head over yonder where
their companion was working. Realizing she was not only nude, but also
in the most lewd status imaginable, the young woman rapidly moved to
hide and cover herself, but Crono's cool head prevailed once again.
Pointing towards a tiny break through the bulkhead posts through which
they could barely see through and Lucca could definitely not, he
assured his new spouse that they were still relatively secluded.

The ravishing scientist was busy, seemingly absorbed in her own
world. In fact, the sweat accumulated on Lucca's brow could very well
have been the product of toil instead of her previous pleasure at that
point, but it was impossible to tell now that she was dressed. Marle
was beginning to have a sneaking suspicion that her and Crono's
suggestive exploits were no longer a secret, something that was a
little embarrassing. However, she at least appreciated the fact that
they were being given a little private time.

"You did it inside me, you know..." she said coyly, resting her
chin on his chest and playfully running a finger across his cheeks.

A slight flash of worry passed over Crono momentarily, but upon
seeing the regretless face staring back at him, his unease softened.
Instead, he held her closer, mastered by a mix of new feelings that
included his affection for Marle, delight in the knowledge that she was
his girl now, and a tinge of dizzying insight to the direction his life
could take if she caught. It was almost frightening, but were he was
inclined to speak, Crono would surely assuage his darling mate. Their
budding quest was growing on him, imparting courage and responsibility
he didn't know he even possessed.

And of course, her father would have to approve their union if
Marle was carrying his baby. It appeared things could only get better
the more the two of them slept together!


05/30/04 - VGSS
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