Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ The Right Words ❯ The Right Words ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Anne Packrat 
Falman, the oldest of Mustang's posse (and the one with the largest vocabulary) finds himself unable to find the right words to describe his hot night with a woman named Lust. Het. Falman x Lust, Sexual scenes and dialogue, profanity.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Hentai / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.23.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 774 | Status: Completed
Falman, the oldest of Mustang's posse (and the one with the largest vocabulary) finds himself unable to find the right words to describe his hot night with a woman named Lust. Het. Falman x Lust, Sexual scenes and dialogue, profanity.
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Hentai / Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.23.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 774 | Status: Completed
[Fullmetal Alchemist was created by Hiromu Arakawa and is distributed by Viz, Funimation and Square-Enix.]
Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of two consenting adults having sex along with profanity and sexual language. If this bothers you or you are not of age, please discontinue reading this now.
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"The Right Words"
Fullmetal Alchemist Smut
(Starring Lust & Falman)
by Anne Packrat
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It was hard to miss the woman who was making her way through the bar. Every male's head swiveled to look at her. Some of the men were far enough gone to be seeing two of her...
I envied those drunkards.
She was smoking hot, drop dead gorgeous, a vision of loveliness, a hottie, a babe, a- (Oh, excuse me. My friends say my stories tend to be rather boring, so I'll be attempting to "spice" this one up with some colorful euphemisms I found in this slang dictionary.)
That long slinky black dress wrapped her curves in a tight bearhug (never in my life have I more wished to be a textile). Her beautiful.... er, what was that word? Oh yes "booty".... Her "booty" was full and round, but not too overly large, just enough to sit comfortably in your hands. Well, I suppose that's objective, I mean, her ass would be rather small if the hands in question belonged to Major Armstrong, but if it instead belonged to Edward Elric then the rear might indeed be considered too big.... Let's say that bum was a nice size for an average man's hands.
I couldn't take stock of her legs since they were almost entirely covered by the dress, but I didn't mind since I've always been a breast man myself. And good god did she have wonderful, er, "hooters". Large, pert and gorgeous, and her nipples....
(But, well, I'm getting ahead of myself. At this point in the story I hadn't seen her nipples, merely some enticing cleavage.) She had an odd red tattoo which only served to draw attention to her bosom as if to say "Look at these ginormous melons! Aren't they wonderful?"
She had long wavy black hair that would teasingly hide and reveal her face as she moved. Her full wet ruby lips curved upward in a sultry smile....
Oh god, that smile....
Had I been twenty years younger, that smile would have made me cum in my pants in an instant. As it was between her smile and "funbags" I was already getting hard. When that smile turned on me I froze like a deer caught in headlights... And that's precisely what I was, a person caught in the glare of her enormous bouncing headlights....
When she began heading toward me I almost panicked. Talking to women in social situations was not my strong suit. I am not the member of our little group who was known for getting the girls, no the Colonel, Breda or even Havoc generally got that honor. Hell, even young Fuery went on more dates then I did. Women were just not interested in graying forty-something bachelors. I had made peace with that fact, even if I wasn't entirely happy about it.
She sauntered over to my table and paused with one well-manicured hand over the seat across from mine. "May I?" she asked, her voice low and husky.
My throat dry and the capacity for speech apparently having left me, I simply nodded in response. Her smile widened almost imperceptibly and she slowly slid in the chair allowing me ample time to stare at the cleavage that was now at my eye level.
At some point I managed to regain my voice enough to order to order her a drink (she seemed to prefer red wine). We talked for awhile, and I only managed to learn three new things about her: 1. Her name was Lust (the most apt name I've ever heard!) 2. She wasn't from Central (Though actually one look at her exotic features could have told you that) 3. And she was extremely accomplished at playing footsie.
It was number 3 that was currently making my pants incredibly uncomfortable. Despite my, er, "stiffy" I was still careful in what I told her. Years of work in the Investigations department made me cautious with my words in public. I told the woman I worked for the government then dropped the subject. She arched an eyebrow when I told her of my profession, but didn't question me further on it.
Eventually she stared at me with hooded eyes, over the top of her glass. The crimson liquid swirled languidly in the container. I froze as I felt her foot trace the inside of my thigh and ever so lightly caress my crotch. It took almost all my control not to mess my pants right then and there. It took ALL of my control to not cum at her next words.
"Why don't we move this somewhere else?" she asked with that sultry smile of hers. "Maybe we could go to your place....?"
Oh good lord.... I swallowed around the sudden knot in my throat and nodded, my ability to speak again impaired.
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And so we came to be in the entrance hall of my apartment with hands roaming all over each other. She kissed me long and hard and somehow managed to shove her tongue down what felt like half my throat. I've never known a woman with a tongue that long, but at the moment, I wasn't complaining in the least.
With expert care she used her long pointed fingernails to pop off all the buttons on my shirt, which then hung open to her touch. I flushed a bit as she stepped back to examine my bare chest. I'm not a real attractive guy to begin with, and fifteen years of office work in the military didn't help matters at all.
Thankfully my would-be lover didn't seem to find much wrong with my chest. She quickly raked her fingernails down it, making a curve to the left midway and rubbing a sharp nail lightly over my nipple. The jolt of sensation this shot through me caused me to gasp. I never knew men could get such sensations from their inoperative nipples. I suppose it's never too late to be a student...
And god, was I hot for my teacher.
Maybe this would be a good time to interject and mention my sexual history... or lack thereof. I'm not saying I'm a virgin. No, I have been around the block a few times, but let's just say I'd never really strayed far from the neighborhood. Of course, making love to the woman in front of me was the equivalent of being dropped unprepared in a foreign country after being smeared with honey and put in a tutu...
Not that I've ever thought of that happening to me, of course.
By this time she had divested me of all my clothes but my briefs (and thank god I wore the new pair and not one of the ones with holes in the ass). At that point I stopped her. "Don't you think it's your turn now?" I tried to say in a low sexy voice, but my nervousness caused it to come out sounding like a kid going through puberty instead.
She smiled and a chuckle emerged from deep in her throat (the sound making my cock twitch in anticipation). She reached for the back of her dress and unzipped it, the garment falling to the ground and pooling at her feet. It was then I noticed that she hadn't been wearing underwear at all, and now this luscious creature was naked before me.
I'm sorry, but I have been through this slang dictionary twice, and there are no words in it to describe just how amazing Ms. Lust looked like naked. She was a goddess, she was beauty incarnate, she was.... Well she was really fucking hot. And that night the fucking part belonged only to me.
I quickly divested myself of my remaining raiment when she ran her fingernails again down my chest, this time not stopping halfway. No this time she continued on past my belly button and waist. Soon she lightly stroked my length, causing me to moan. She put her other hand on my stomach and pushed me backwards until the back of my knees hit the couch. One more push dumped me unceremoniously on it. She went down on her knees and a sudden moment of clarity clued me in on her intention...
Well the fact that she was lowering her head onto my penis also might have had something to do with it...
She took the entire length in her hot wet mouth, and lightly dragged her teeth along it as she let it go again. Then sucking on the head, she swirled her tongue around the captured flesh, before bobbing back down again. Her ministrations were so intense, that I was very quickly brought to the edge. When she stroked my balls with those long fingernails of hers I quickly went off it. Heat washed over my skin and white exploded in my vision as several waves of my cum escaped from my over-stimulated "man-meat." Oddly, she had absolutely no problems swallowing all of my semen, and even seemed to enjoy the taste of it.
Dimly I knew I should be doing something for her, but I was overcome with fatigue, and my limbs felt too heavy to move. Guiltily I knew I was pretty much done for the night. One huge ejaculation a day was all most guys my age can manage. I opened my mouth to tell her so, but stopped when I noticed her stroking my, er, "purple-hatted warrior of love." Even stranger my "rod of manly deeds" was responding to her touch.
Once I was fully erect again she straddled me and slipped me into her "honeypot." Being as drained as I was, I could do no more then groan at the sensation. Thankfully, she did most of the work, bouncing and squealing on my lap. After a few minutes she suddenly dropped down heavily and stayed there, her back arching, and every muscle in her torso taught. Her muscles clamped down on my cock in a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure that caused my own climax to wash over me.
Oh, did I mention the sound she made when she orgasmed? It started so low I felt rather than heard it. An exquisite vibration that left my toes and fingers numb... Then it steadily increased in volume until I was sure my glassware wouldn't survive another second. Then it stopped as abruptly as it had started, and she collapsed on top of me panting, with her long black hair draped over the both of us.
"Wow...." I muttered after a few minutes. I could find no other word to describe the experience then, and even now with this dictionary, I am at a loss as to a better one.
I stroked her hair, and said the only other thing running through my head. "Thank you..."
She lifted her head and looked me in the eye. Her mouth curled upward in a lazy smile. "You're welcome." Then she got off me and stretched (her breasts bouncing deliciously as she did so). "I'm afraid I have to go."
Walking to her dress and picking it up, she paused when I spoke. "Can I ask you one question?"
She didn't turn around, but I could see her nod.
"Out of all the guys in that bar, why did you choose me?"
She appeared to ponder that for a second before slipping the dress over her head. Looking over her shoulder she answered coyly, "Because you looked like you needed to be laid the most."
I frowned and what little male pride remained (after being ridden into the ground by the woman in front of me) protested this statement. I opened my mouth to retort, but was stopped by her continuing.
"Besides," she said as she zipped up her dress, "I have a thing for guys with white hair."
And with that cryptic statement she sauntered to the door and exited my life just as mysteriously as she entered it. She left me with nothing but a dripping cock, and an experience that even I, with my large and in this case, mostly useless, vocabulary, didn't have the words to describe.
And looking back on it now, and even after reading through this dictionary I still don't have the right words to properly tell the story. I'm not sure even the right words exist. Certainly with today's slang I can't adequately express the emotions and enormity of that night.
Maybe one day they will invent new euphemisms that will give the whole experience justice. Maybe then I can tell my friends the full account.
But until then I think I'll just keep this little story just between you and me.
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Author's Note
This was written in response to the fma fuh_q community on LJ. They pick a character and then list every pairing possible with the character and people claim either art or fanfic for a certain pairing, then they have a month to produce it. Oh and it has to be rated at least R.
Yeah, so I had to look for a challenge and pick one of the most obscure couples possible, Lust x Falman. Falman, in case, you don't know is the older guy who's part of Mustang's little posse. He's one of the single most minor characters in the series without being a one episode wonder. Why I actually chose to write him I still don't know.
Sigh, I'm not entirely happy with this. But at this point I think it's the best I can do with this couple. And does fulfill the requirements. It's Lust x Falman and there's explicit sex in it. Unfortunately it's just not particularly good or well-written sex.
Thanks to the creators and crew of the FMA manga and anime.
Thanks to my husband who got pissed at me for spending so much time on fanfic.
Thanks to reviewers / those who give feedback on the various sites and LJ.
And thanks to you for reading.
----
Anne Packrat (July 23, 2006)
Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of two consenting adults having sex along with profanity and sexual language. If this bothers you or you are not of age, please discontinue reading this now.
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"The Right Words"
Fullmetal Alchemist Smut
(Starring Lust & Falman)
by Anne Packrat
--------------------------------------
It was hard to miss the woman who was making her way through the bar. Every male's head swiveled to look at her. Some of the men were far enough gone to be seeing two of her...
I envied those drunkards.
She was smoking hot, drop dead gorgeous, a vision of loveliness, a hottie, a babe, a- (Oh, excuse me. My friends say my stories tend to be rather boring, so I'll be attempting to "spice" this one up with some colorful euphemisms I found in this slang dictionary.)
That long slinky black dress wrapped her curves in a tight bearhug (never in my life have I more wished to be a textile). Her beautiful.... er, what was that word? Oh yes "booty".... Her "booty" was full and round, but not too overly large, just enough to sit comfortably in your hands. Well, I suppose that's objective, I mean, her ass would be rather small if the hands in question belonged to Major Armstrong, but if it instead belonged to Edward Elric then the rear might indeed be considered too big.... Let's say that bum was a nice size for an average man's hands.
I couldn't take stock of her legs since they were almost entirely covered by the dress, but I didn't mind since I've always been a breast man myself. And good god did she have wonderful, er, "hooters". Large, pert and gorgeous, and her nipples....
(But, well, I'm getting ahead of myself. At this point in the story I hadn't seen her nipples, merely some enticing cleavage.) She had an odd red tattoo which only served to draw attention to her bosom as if to say "Look at these ginormous melons! Aren't they wonderful?"
She had long wavy black hair that would teasingly hide and reveal her face as she moved. Her full wet ruby lips curved upward in a sultry smile....
Oh god, that smile....
Had I been twenty years younger, that smile would have made me cum in my pants in an instant. As it was between her smile and "funbags" I was already getting hard. When that smile turned on me I froze like a deer caught in headlights... And that's precisely what I was, a person caught in the glare of her enormous bouncing headlights....
When she began heading toward me I almost panicked. Talking to women in social situations was not my strong suit. I am not the member of our little group who was known for getting the girls, no the Colonel, Breda or even Havoc generally got that honor. Hell, even young Fuery went on more dates then I did. Women were just not interested in graying forty-something bachelors. I had made peace with that fact, even if I wasn't entirely happy about it.
She sauntered over to my table and paused with one well-manicured hand over the seat across from mine. "May I?" she asked, her voice low and husky.
My throat dry and the capacity for speech apparently having left me, I simply nodded in response. Her smile widened almost imperceptibly and she slowly slid in the chair allowing me ample time to stare at the cleavage that was now at my eye level.
At some point I managed to regain my voice enough to order to order her a drink (she seemed to prefer red wine). We talked for awhile, and I only managed to learn three new things about her: 1. Her name was Lust (the most apt name I've ever heard!) 2. She wasn't from Central (Though actually one look at her exotic features could have told you that) 3. And she was extremely accomplished at playing footsie.
It was number 3 that was currently making my pants incredibly uncomfortable. Despite my, er, "stiffy" I was still careful in what I told her. Years of work in the Investigations department made me cautious with my words in public. I told the woman I worked for the government then dropped the subject. She arched an eyebrow when I told her of my profession, but didn't question me further on it.
Eventually she stared at me with hooded eyes, over the top of her glass. The crimson liquid swirled languidly in the container. I froze as I felt her foot trace the inside of my thigh and ever so lightly caress my crotch. It took almost all my control not to mess my pants right then and there. It took ALL of my control to not cum at her next words.
"Why don't we move this somewhere else?" she asked with that sultry smile of hers. "Maybe we could go to your place....?"
Oh good lord.... I swallowed around the sudden knot in my throat and nodded, my ability to speak again impaired.
-------------------
And so we came to be in the entrance hall of my apartment with hands roaming all over each other. She kissed me long and hard and somehow managed to shove her tongue down what felt like half my throat. I've never known a woman with a tongue that long, but at the moment, I wasn't complaining in the least.
With expert care she used her long pointed fingernails to pop off all the buttons on my shirt, which then hung open to her touch. I flushed a bit as she stepped back to examine my bare chest. I'm not a real attractive guy to begin with, and fifteen years of office work in the military didn't help matters at all.
Thankfully my would-be lover didn't seem to find much wrong with my chest. She quickly raked her fingernails down it, making a curve to the left midway and rubbing a sharp nail lightly over my nipple. The jolt of sensation this shot through me caused me to gasp. I never knew men could get such sensations from their inoperative nipples. I suppose it's never too late to be a student...
And god, was I hot for my teacher.
Maybe this would be a good time to interject and mention my sexual history... or lack thereof. I'm not saying I'm a virgin. No, I have been around the block a few times, but let's just say I'd never really strayed far from the neighborhood. Of course, making love to the woman in front of me was the equivalent of being dropped unprepared in a foreign country after being smeared with honey and put in a tutu...
Not that I've ever thought of that happening to me, of course.
By this time she had divested me of all my clothes but my briefs (and thank god I wore the new pair and not one of the ones with holes in the ass). At that point I stopped her. "Don't you think it's your turn now?" I tried to say in a low sexy voice, but my nervousness caused it to come out sounding like a kid going through puberty instead.
She smiled and a chuckle emerged from deep in her throat (the sound making my cock twitch in anticipation). She reached for the back of her dress and unzipped it, the garment falling to the ground and pooling at her feet. It was then I noticed that she hadn't been wearing underwear at all, and now this luscious creature was naked before me.
I'm sorry, but I have been through this slang dictionary twice, and there are no words in it to describe just how amazing Ms. Lust looked like naked. She was a goddess, she was beauty incarnate, she was.... Well she was really fucking hot. And that night the fucking part belonged only to me.
I quickly divested myself of my remaining raiment when she ran her fingernails again down my chest, this time not stopping halfway. No this time she continued on past my belly button and waist. Soon she lightly stroked my length, causing me to moan. She put her other hand on my stomach and pushed me backwards until the back of my knees hit the couch. One more push dumped me unceremoniously on it. She went down on her knees and a sudden moment of clarity clued me in on her intention...
Well the fact that she was lowering her head onto my penis also might have had something to do with it...
She took the entire length in her hot wet mouth, and lightly dragged her teeth along it as she let it go again. Then sucking on the head, she swirled her tongue around the captured flesh, before bobbing back down again. Her ministrations were so intense, that I was very quickly brought to the edge. When she stroked my balls with those long fingernails of hers I quickly went off it. Heat washed over my skin and white exploded in my vision as several waves of my cum escaped from my over-stimulated "man-meat." Oddly, she had absolutely no problems swallowing all of my semen, and even seemed to enjoy the taste of it.
Dimly I knew I should be doing something for her, but I was overcome with fatigue, and my limbs felt too heavy to move. Guiltily I knew I was pretty much done for the night. One huge ejaculation a day was all most guys my age can manage. I opened my mouth to tell her so, but stopped when I noticed her stroking my, er, "purple-hatted warrior of love." Even stranger my "rod of manly deeds" was responding to her touch.
Once I was fully erect again she straddled me and slipped me into her "honeypot." Being as drained as I was, I could do no more then groan at the sensation. Thankfully, she did most of the work, bouncing and squealing on my lap. After a few minutes she suddenly dropped down heavily and stayed there, her back arching, and every muscle in her torso taught. Her muscles clamped down on my cock in a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure that caused my own climax to wash over me.
Oh, did I mention the sound she made when she orgasmed? It started so low I felt rather than heard it. An exquisite vibration that left my toes and fingers numb... Then it steadily increased in volume until I was sure my glassware wouldn't survive another second. Then it stopped as abruptly as it had started, and she collapsed on top of me panting, with her long black hair draped over the both of us.
"Wow...." I muttered after a few minutes. I could find no other word to describe the experience then, and even now with this dictionary, I am at a loss as to a better one.
I stroked her hair, and said the only other thing running through my head. "Thank you..."
She lifted her head and looked me in the eye. Her mouth curled upward in a lazy smile. "You're welcome." Then she got off me and stretched (her breasts bouncing deliciously as she did so). "I'm afraid I have to go."
Walking to her dress and picking it up, she paused when I spoke. "Can I ask you one question?"
She didn't turn around, but I could see her nod.
"Out of all the guys in that bar, why did you choose me?"
She appeared to ponder that for a second before slipping the dress over her head. Looking over her shoulder she answered coyly, "Because you looked like you needed to be laid the most."
I frowned and what little male pride remained (after being ridden into the ground by the woman in front of me) protested this statement. I opened my mouth to retort, but was stopped by her continuing.
"Besides," she said as she zipped up her dress, "I have a thing for guys with white hair."
And with that cryptic statement she sauntered to the door and exited my life just as mysteriously as she entered it. She left me with nothing but a dripping cock, and an experience that even I, with my large and in this case, mostly useless, vocabulary, didn't have the words to describe.
And looking back on it now, and even after reading through this dictionary I still don't have the right words to properly tell the story. I'm not sure even the right words exist. Certainly with today's slang I can't adequately express the emotions and enormity of that night.
Maybe one day they will invent new euphemisms that will give the whole experience justice. Maybe then I can tell my friends the full account.
But until then I think I'll just keep this little story just between you and me.
-----------
Author's Note
This was written in response to the fma fuh_q community on LJ. They pick a character and then list every pairing possible with the character and people claim either art or fanfic for a certain pairing, then they have a month to produce it. Oh and it has to be rated at least R.
Yeah, so I had to look for a challenge and pick one of the most obscure couples possible, Lust x Falman. Falman, in case, you don't know is the older guy who's part of Mustang's little posse. He's one of the single most minor characters in the series without being a one episode wonder. Why I actually chose to write him I still don't know.
Sigh, I'm not entirely happy with this. But at this point I think it's the best I can do with this couple. And does fulfill the requirements. It's Lust x Falman and there's explicit sex in it. Unfortunately it's just not particularly good or well-written sex.
Thanks to the creators and crew of the FMA manga and anime.
Thanks to my husband who got pissed at me for spending so much time on fanfic.
Thanks to reviewers / those who give feedback on the various sites and LJ.
And thanks to you for reading.
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Anne Packrat (July 23, 2006)