Breath of Fire IV; Fou-Lu/Mami
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kristinmachinaRating: NC17
Warnings: Strong sexual content
Word count: 1789
Summary: There was something about humans that Fou-Lu never understood, until he met Mami.
A/N: For the following claim:
Breath Of Fire IV, Fou-Lu/Mami: first times - "I've never met anyone like you before."
Fou-Lu had done many things as emperor. He had conquered every city and village in the western continent and united them into one kingdom. He had gathered the greatest artists and scholars of his time and built the wealthiest, most advanced culture in the world. He was the world’s most feared warrior and the mightiest ruler who had ever lived.
Fou-Lu had done many things, yet he never indulged in the pleasures of the flesh. Being a dragon, an immortal god, his kind saw sexual intercourse as a crude means of perpetuating a mortal race. Humans died, dragons did not, so there was no need for Fou-Lu to pass on his blood by pushing himself physically into another body.
Not that there was any shortage of beautiful women in Fou-Lu’s court. Ladies from the various noble houses, dressed to the nines, were willing to do anything for their handsome, youthful, mysterious emperor. Not one of them made an appearance in Fou-Lu’s bed.
Centuries later, he met Mami. The peasant girl in a tiny farming village of Sonne was like no one Fou-Lu had met before. Someone of her caste would have never been allowed to enter his palace, except maybe as a servant. Her simple dress of cotton was nothing in comparison to the elaborately embroidered silk robes of the palace ladies. No string of pearls or lockets of jade decorated her throat. The weather-worn leather shoes that wrapped her feet were not the silk slippers the ladies of court glided about in. Mami’s dark hair was not pleated or braided with gold, or held in place with jeweled pins of diamonds or rubies. There was not a drop of fine white powder or charcoal eyeliner on the peasant girl’s face, whereas the ladies of court were always painted to resemble porcelain dolls.
A girl like Mami would never catch the eye of an emperor, but there was something about her that fascinated Fou-Lu. There was a softness about Mami’s features–her sun-kissed, rounded cheeks required no artificial blush, although her cheeks seemed to turn a deeper pink when she looked at Fou-Lu. While noblewomen avoided sunlight from burning their delicate skin, Mami was tanned from working in the fields, her skin like soft, honey-colored leather. Unlike the delicate, slender frames of the noblewomen, Mami was made of heartier stock. She had lean muscle in her arms, rounded hips and sturdy, long legs. She was a creature of the earth, thought Fou-Lu, like a wildflower in the fields.
She was kind to him, as well–a peasant girl who had not the slightest idea what the First Emperor looked like. Mami offered her sparsely furnished home as shelter, and shared what little food was available. She told the villagers, and her suspicious landlord, that Fou-Lu was a cousin from the city, just to head off the scandalous rumors that was already surrounding the pair. Fou-Lu cared not for peasant’s gossip, yet being a wanted fugitive made him appreciative of Mami’s protection and generosity.
"Why wouldst thou aid me, a stranger?" Fou-Lu asked her, as they dined on stew after a hard day working in the fields.
"Why not?" Mami replied simply, as she held her soup bowl to her lips, barely hiding her blushing cheeks.
It did not escape Fou-Lu’s notice that Mami stared at him the entire time they ate. Fou-Lu was used to being adored and worshiped by millions of his subjects, but this generous, lovely young lady’s gaze made the dragon rather uneasy.
At the palace, Fou-Lu had slept on fine silk sheets with mattresses of down, but he had to made do with Mami’s woven cotton mat, draped over a pile of hay. Fou-Lu removed his shirt and was about to settle himself in for sleep, when he felt something shift next to him.
Mami knelt next to Fou-Lu and said, "You’ve done so much for us. I wish there was more I could give you than my little shack."
Fou-Lu grinned appreciatively, "Thou hast shown me kindness, something that is sorely lacking in this world."
She was still staring at him, Fou-Lu observed. She smiled shyly, yet she looked as if she wanted to ask something, say something, but was afraid to.
"Is there something thou needest of me?" Fou-Lu asked her.
Mami said not a word. Her gaze shifted to Fou-Lu’s bare chest, as her hand lightly brushed his arm. Her fingertips, as delicately as one would touch a butterfly’s wings, glided up and down from his wrist to his shoulder, over lean muscles and pale skin. Her fingers fanned, as they ran across one side of his chest
Fou-Lu recognized this ritual. The ladies of court would feign accident as they brushed against his face, arms, chest and back with their feathered fans or silk scarves. Some were bold enough to stroke Fou-Lu with their lacquered nails, in a vain attempt at seduction. They would soon have their hands removed from his person, and given a threat to have those hands removed from their wrists if they ever attempted it again.
Fou-Lu made no attempt at stopping Mami, however. She did not know he was an emperor, so there would be no chance of her wanting to seduce him, or was there? Fou-Lu questioned to himself, as Mami straddled his hips.
The peasant girl began to massage his arms and shoulders, working up his neck and back down to his waist. The emperor had been massaged before by his servants, but he never before took notice of round, soft bosoms peaking over the bodice of his masseuse. As Mami’s hands moved lower on his body, she bent over him, her chest barely on his stomach. Fou-Lu could see all the way down her dress, between her breasts and down to her stomach. Between the softness of her hands, the strength of her fingers, the glow of her skin and the friction of her body against his, Fou-Lu began to feel a strange, new sensation. He was feeling feverish, his breathing began to quicken, and something in him had become aroused.
Mami sat up, her hips still straddled around Fou-Lu’s hips, as she began to pull down her dress from her shoulders. Fou-Lu tried hard not to show it, but he was shocked. She had exposed herself to him, her breasts and navel in full view. His hands grabbed her waist and held her. Part of him wanted to toss her off, scold her for her bold, outrageous display, yet another part was curious, wanting more. But why me? Fou-Lu asked himself. He was nobody to her.
"Why me?" Fou-Lu asked out loud.
"Why not?" Mami answered like before, softly.
It suddenly occurred to Fou-Lu why humans replicate themselves like they do, as Mami slid Fou-Lu’s hands up her body to her breasts. Humans do as they do, Fou-Lu concluded, because it feels good. It felt good for Fou-Lu to slide his hands over Mami’s skin, to gently knead her breasts with his palms. It seemed to feel good for Mami, too, as she sighed, closing her eyes as the dragon’s fingers rubbed her tips.
He felt his arousal rubbing in between her legs through his trousers. Fou-Lu’s hands moved from her chest, down her back to slide underneath the dress, still draped around her hips. She had nothing else on underneath. All that was between them was the fabric of his pants. Mami cupped his hands in hers, as Fou-Lu cupped her buttocks in his. She continued to breath heavily, sighing as Fou-Lu kneaded the soft flesh of her backside.
Mami moved her hands from Fou-Lu’s, and began to unfasten his trousers. As Mami lifted her hips off of his and tried to pull the garment down his pelvis, Fou-Lu hesitated. The stroking and touching and massage was fun, Fou-Lu thought in a moment of uncertainty, but what wouldst the consequences be of doing...this?
"You’ve...never done this before, have you?" Mami asked him.
Fou-Lu hesitated in his answer, "I...I have ne’er felt the desire to..."
"Me neither," Mami said. "But...you’re special. I can tell."
"Tell what, milady?" Fou-Lu asked.
"That there’s no one like you in the whole world, that’s all I know," Mami said with a smile.
Fou-Lu smiled, and quickly lifted his hips to remove his last piece of clothing. He was willing to accept any consequence of their actions. Mami tossed the dress over her head, and lowered herself back down onto his hips. She continued to grind against him, as Fou-Lu felt her heat envelope him. He felt himself being pushed into her, and they both gasped. Her hips moved in circles, winding on top of him, as she moaned with her head tilted back. Fou-Lu could not suppress the groan that escaped his throat like a low growl. He encouraged her by holding onto her waist, bouncing her on top of him, pushing himself deeper and harder into her.
Fou-Lu grabbed Mami and pulled her against his chest, as his hips bucked against hers. He could hear skin slapping against skin. He tasted her as he licked those blushing cheeks, down her chin to her throat. One arm held Mami against his chest, as the other hand held her bottom, as he continued to plunged into her. Mami yelped and moaned, almost on the verge of screaming. He could feel her heart pounding against chest, her breasts rubbing against him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, but Fou-Lu felt no pain. He only felt the heat of her body and the softness of her skin, as they moved together, intertwined on the make-shift mattress.
Mami took Fou-Lu’s mouth in hers, as she shuddered, letting out a muffled cry into his mouth. Her whole body shook, and it was not long after that Fou-Lu felt his own body explode in a flash of heat and electric. As Mami’s cries quieted, Fou-Lu wound his own tongue with hers. Their breathing became slower and longer, as they kissed lazily but deeply, spent from their forbidden dance.
Fou-Lu understood why Mami stifled her own cry of passion–it would instantly debunk the "cousin" story of the neighbors heard the noise.
As their breathing slowed, and their naked bodies cooled down on the mat, Fou-Lu came to a strange realization. He was once surrounded in luxury, yet knew no pleasure. Here, in the most humble of surroundings, he at last found it, in the body of a human girl. Even the poorest of mortals could find pleasure in the simplest of things. Mami had little to share but herself, and it made Fou-Lu feel truly blessed.
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Date: 2008-08-20 02:51 am (UTC)Wonderful fic, too. I can so easily see this. :3
(BTW, I'm now just very impatiently waiting until the next volume of the BOF IV manga comes out--yes, there is apparently now an *official* BOF IV manga out by Comic Blade Avarus. :3 They *should* be to the start of the arc with Fou-lu and Mami by the time volume 2 comes out...)
^__^
Date: 2008-08-22 02:25 pm (UTC)Wonderful writing. I could imagine him being that way.
Re: ^__^
Date: 2008-09-11 01:30 pm (UTC)Re: ^__^
Date: 2008-09-15 04:42 am (UTC)http://fanfiction.net/~reesechan
It is called How'd we get to this
Profile on AFF.net
http://games.adultfanfiction.net/authors.php?no=24880
Story - How'd we get here
http://games.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600080604
Re: ^__^
Date: 2008-09-15 11:35 pm (UTC)And yes, there needs to be much more FouMami love :3
Re: ^__^
Date: 2008-09-16 02:50 am (UTC)Guess I need to start drawing and writing again huh?
Nora
Date: 2009-12-05 02:33 am (UTC)you are one of the few best.
I liked it.. I could barely find any on the net.
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Date: 2011-07-29 01:33 pm (UTC)