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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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