Suikudoen III: Hugo Ch. 01

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Because the game is set as a trinity, with three main characters, I will write my stories in the order I play the game. I will concentrate on Hugo Chapter 1 to start, dividing it into stories based on main events.

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Suikoden 3 Hugo: Chapter 1 Part 1 Leaving Karaya

The green grassland opened wide before him. It was like the Earth Spirits made the land only for him, so he could race and hunt over it. The blue sky looked beautiful this morning. This was the type of day where nothing could go wrong.

Hugo spurred his green pony, and the horned beast charged forward. He was followed by Sergeant Joe, a duck soldier from the Duck Clan village (like Howard the Duck only he’s wearing a military jacket and hat), and ever faithful, Fubar, his griffon. Fubar was a bit jealous that Hugo wasn’t ridding him this morning, but Hugo ignored the beast.

As they neared the Karayan Clan village, Hugo was once again reminded how he didn’t want to go back yet. He had gone out ridding this morning before the sun had even risen because he had been feeling bored and trapped in his home village. The race across the grasslands had freed him for a few hours, but he knew it couldn’t last. Besides, he was hungry. He could already smell the aromas of the cooking fires. His mother was a great cook, though preparing meals wasn’t her only talent.

As they entered the village the guards, and other villagers who were going about their daily business, greeted them. After stabling his horse, Hugo told Fubar to go hunt for his own meals, and the griffon flew off with a parting screech, while Hugo and Sgt. Joe went to Hugo’s hut.

Hugo couldn’t help staring at some of the village girls as they walked by. The girls would pretend to not see Hugo, but when they were passed, they would always glance over the shoulders, their well-formed hips swinging seductively. The smiles they gave the young hunter promised secret desires later on when they could have a few moments together. Privacy was never a big deal here, the village so small that it consisted of less than 10 huts yet over thirty villagers; so many huts often shared more than one family.

Hugo almost tripped over a rock as he followed one girl, his eyes pulled hungrily to her large breasts and firm ass. Like all Karayan’s, she was tanned copper-brown from a lifetime spent outdoors. Her hair was reddish-brown and cut short, like most of the village girls, and she had brown eyes. Hugo couldn’t remember her name at the moment, but he was sure she was the girl he fucked last night. Or was it her sister? It didn’t matter, by the hungry looks she gave him, he knew that he could call her any name he wanted, she would get on her hands and knees for him at any time.

Like right now. “Sergeant, will you excuse me for a moment. I need to go see someone.”

Sgt. Joe rolled his eyes and watched as the young girl led Hugo to one of the huts. He still couldn’t believe how open this clan was with their sexuality. He could swear that everyone was related to each other. That’s probably why a lot of them looked so similar. He sighed and found a wall to lean against while Hugo started stripping. The duck soldier had come to understand that this was so common for everyone that the villagers barely slowed to watch when ever anyone did this. But what really surprised him was how the girls never became pregnant from affairs like these.

“You were really good last night Hugo. I don’t remember when I came so hard.”

“So where you.” He threw his leather vest to the ground and unlaced his black pants, letting them drop before he fell on top of the young red head and undid her orange top, and slid her cotton skirt up to her waist. Like all Karayan’s, neither one wore any underclothes. That was something left for the Iron Heads. The Clan folks could never understand the concept of wearing clothes underneath clothes. Aside from being uncomfortable, it made it harder to have sex – just more to remove.

The girl leaned back against the hut wall and bunched up her skirt so it wouldn’t fall back down. Hugo crushed her against the wall and pushed his cock into her waiting pussy. She moaned in pleasure as the thick meat entered her, but as it slid out and then back in, out and in, getting faster with each stroke, she soon started crying out. “Yes, yes, harder, faster.” Her ass was being rubbed raw again the wood hut, and she’d probably have new splinters that her parents would have to extract, but she didn’t care. That would be fun for latter.

“Yes, Hugo, suck my tits.” Hugo had dived down between the succulent breasts, taking one of the dark nipples between his teeth and biting. “Oh by the Spirits, yes.”

The young hunter slid his hands down and grabbed onto her ass, pulling her up into the air in order to pounding her down harder onto his cock. She assisted by spreading her legs out wide around him.

Hugo had to pull his mouth off of her nipples as he started grunting like an animal. He buried his fingers in her asshole, spreading it open along with parting her cheeks as he fucked faster.

“Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes! YES!” The girl came with a loud cry, soon joined with that of Hugo’s as he shot his cum into her. He kept pumping his cock in and out of her while they came, enjoying the feeling of her pussy squeezing his incredibly sensitive cock head.

When they finished, Hugo lowered her to her feet and they shared a kiss, before they put their clothes back on and left to their own businesses again. The thought that she might now be pregnant never even crossed his mind. Their clan had been blessed ages ago so that their women only became fertile after being married, and then only to their husbands. This kept their clan from becoming to large, as well as preventing the problem of their blood thinning resulting and resulting in malformed offspring.

Hugo rejoined Sgt. Joe and they continued their trip to his place. It wasn’t a long walk to his hut, and when they got inside he was greeted by Lulu, his best friend since they were children. A few years younger than him, Lulu had had big brown eyes that were always open wide with wonder. He had dark black hair which he dyed bright red at the top. Hugo always found it ridiculous looking, but Lulu would point out that they couldn’t all be pretty boys like him.

Hugo couldn’t argue. He had definitely inherited his mother’s good looks. Trained to hunt since before he could walk, Hugo had a strong muscular build. Though not tall yet, he still had some growing to do. His thick hair was a mix of blonde and black, with spiked bangs. His roots were black, but as his hair moved upwards, it turned blonde, like his mother’s, only to become black again at the points.

“So how was the ride today Hugo? You were out long this time.” Lulu asked excitedly. “You should have taken me with you.”

Hugo really liked Lulu, but sometimes he needed time away from him. He could be too excitable at times, like an annoying dog.

“I just needed to stretch my legs and get some air.”

“So where’s the host to show us to our table?” Sgt. Joe asked as he came in. “I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry,” Lulu said, not understanding the “host” and “table” comment.

“The food is ready outside for you boys,” came a seductive voice from the other end of the hut.

The three heads turned to see a young looking woman walking towards them. Although she was over 30, you could never tell. Her blonde hair, cut short above the nape of her neck, still glowed under the sun, and her tanned skin was free of any wrinkles. She was still in incredible shape, her muscles toned from hours of sword practice and hard working. She wore a tight leather dress, dyed in patterns of white, black and purple colors, that clung to every curve of her body, and caressed her large, supple breasts like a lover’s hands. You could always see her hard nipples pushing out against the material. The dress only went down her right leg, exposing the tight black pants she wore underneath. A large gold buckle covered the leather belt wrapped around her waist, finished her outfit. She walked over to them, her movements both commanding, yet alluring. No matter where she was, she would always draw every eye in the room. Worshiped by allies and enemies alike, it was no wonder this woman was the Clan Chief.

“Hey Mom, sorry about all the noise last night.” Hugo greeted Lucia as she approached.

“That’s okay Hugo, I could barely hear you over Beecham and Jimba anyway. But I take it you and Suzy had a good time?”

“Suzy, that’s her name.” Hugo snapped his fingers as he remembered.

“Really Hugo, the Chieftain’s son should remember everyone’s name in the clan.” She tried to be stern, but she couldn’t help but shake her head and laugh.

“Must you Karayan’s be so open with who you take as lovers?” Sgt. Joe asked. “We Duck’s at least close our doors at night when we mate.”

“I don’t remember hearing you complaining much the other night Sergeant.” Lucia purred, referring to the night that she had caught the duck soldier alone and finally managed to seduce. “And you were quite happy to tickle me with those lovely feathers of yours.”

“Err hum, you said the food was outside?” Sgt. Joe asked to change the subject. Not waiting for a response, he went outside, followed by Lulu.

Hugo, who had been doing his best to not burst out laughing at Sgt. Joe’s embarrassment, was going to follow when Lucia stopped him. “A moment of your time son.”

Hugo looked to her questioningly. “What is it mom?”

Seeing the look of hunger (for food) on his face, she couldn’t help but smile. “It can wait. Come see me after you have eaten.”

Hugo gave her a confused glance, but went after his friends. Lucia knew from the tent in his pants that food wasn’t the only thing he had been hungering for. She sighed wistfully, wondering once again if this was the right thing to do to him.

*****

After they had finished eating they found out that Lucia had gone over to Lulu’s house. They walked over there and found Jimba, Lulu’s older brother, sitting outside polishing his metal armor again. Hugo still found it hard to believe that Jimba and Luly were related. Then again, it was hard to believe that Jimba was from their village. Taller than any of the other men by at least 3 inches, Jimba was also broader in size and just plain bigger, then anyone else here. He was also not as dark as the other villagers. Though his skin was tanned bronze, it looked more from being outside for many years, instead of him being born with it like the rest of them. His hair was also a lighter shade of blonde than anyone else’s. At first glance he appeared to be in his late 20s or early 30s, if you looked in his eyes he looked much older. Then there was the fact that Luce, Lulu’s mother, was only in her low 40s, but considering most of the girls in the village had their first child by around 13 or 14, it wouldn’t be to difficult to see Jimba as being her son.

“Hey Jimba, still playing with that armor eh?” Hugo asked as they approached.

“Beats playing with myself like others do.” His gaze passed over to Lulu, who started jumping up and down in rage.

“You were watching?”

“So what’s the story with that armor Jimba? You treat it like treasure, but you never bring it inside out of the bad weather.”

“Luce doesn’t like the smell of metal in the hut, so I have to leave it outside. As for its meaning, an old soldier friend gave it to me.” He said no more on the subject.

“Forget it Hugo,” Lulu grumbled, still upset about the previous comment. “He won’t even tell me about it, his own brother.”

“One day I will Lulu, when you’re older.”

The subject was dropped when Lucia and Luce came out of the hut. “You’re here, good. I want you to bring the final documents to the Zexen capital.” Lucia said to Hugo.

“The truce?”

“Yes. We will be meeting the Zexen representatives but we still need to deliver the paper work to the Zexen Merchant Council, and it would look best if they were to arrive by an official carrier.”

“As the son of the chief, that would be you.” Jimba added in.

Hugo stood tall and proud, basking in the praise. “I accept.”

“I want to go too.” Everyone turned to look at Lulu.

“Spirits, no!” Luce shouted. “Hugo is going as an official representative of Karaya. How do you fit in?”

“I’ll be fine mom. Sgt. Joe and Fubar will be there as well to keep me safe.”

“It’s okay with me Luce,” Hugo added.

“I promise I won’t be any trouble Hugo.”

“Well … only if you promise to stay out of trouble.”

“Hugo, you should start getting ready,” Lucia said. “You leave first thing tomorrow morning.”

Hugo took the official letter and left Luce’s hut and returned to his own. However, he wasn’t ready to start his preparations just yet. His time with Suzy had been fun, but he was still horny.

“What’s the matter, don’t you want to prepare for tomorrow?” Sgt. Joe asked him.

“Um, not yet.”

“Okay then. But don’t say I didn’t warn you if you forget something,” the large duck replied as they left the hut. He turned to the end of the village and ran to the tavern.

“Oh no,” Sgt. Joe said as he realized the destination.

Lulu started jumping up and down as he also understood. “We going to see Anne?”

“I am, you’re too young.”

Lulu started pouting. “Oh come on, that’s not fair.”

Hugo just shook his head as he pushed the flap aside and entered the hut that was used as a tavern by Anne. As always, Anne stood by the entrance, ready to greet everyone who came in. At around 21, she was only a few years older than Hugo, and next to Lucia, Anne was the best looking woman in the tribe. This was do to the fact that she kept her blonde hair long and curly, as opposed to short and straight. She had a perpetual pleasant look over her beautiful face, having no family to worry about, and never going out hunting.

Anne was wearing a tight brown leather V-top, the open tied together with a few leather strings, but wide enough to expose the sides of her round breasts. Not as large as Lucia’s, they where still a good handful. A white skirt, and a white cloak, fastened around her neck finished her ensemble.

When Hugo walked in, Anne turned her light blue eyes towards the young hunter and smiled. “Hi Hugo.”

“Hey Anne. How’s the tavern working?”

“It’s such a good feeling being able to run my own business. This’ll be great!” She was so excited. “So what can I do for you today?”

“That’s a good question.” He pressed his body up against hers, his right hand reaching around her waist.

“Sorry sweetie, can’t right now. I’m expecting Jimba at any minute.”

Hugo’s eyes opened wide in disbelief, and he backed away. “What? But I’m heading out tomorrow on an important mission. I have to deliver the treaty papers to the Zexen Council.”

“Ohh, how exciting.”

“I might not make it back. There are a lot of dangerous monsters out there.” Head held high, he said this as if he was the only one brave enough to go.

Anne leaned back into Hugo and ran her fingers over his hardening cock, through his pants. “You brave, brave boy.”
Hugo started to sigh from her hand job, but at that moment Jimba entered, and she stopped. “Jimba!” she cried out excitedly.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready to leave Hugo? Tomorrow is an important day, and you know how you tend to forget things.”

“Awe, Jimba.” He looked longingly towards Anne, but she was already hanging onto Jimba, her hand roming over his large muscular chest.

“No excuses. Go.”

Hugo stomped out of Anne’s place, only to see Lulu standing on Sgt. Joe’s back, looking in the window.

“What the fuck!” Hugo said.

“Oh, hey Hugo.” Lulu said nervously. He jumped off of the duck’s back and both of them left the window.

“Good idea though.” Hugo said as he took their place. Looking in the window, he watched as Anne kneeled in front of Jimba, sucking on his huge cock. Her clothes lay strewn in a corner, so her ass was sticking up in the air towards the window. Hugo was able to see her wet pussy as she fingered her clit. He groaned in pain as he felt his dick stretch out, only to be bent down by his pants.

Jimba kept his hand on her head, his fingers wrapped around her curly hair. When he started to pant, he pulled his dick out and covered her face in white cum. Anne didn’t have enough time to clean herself before Jimba sat her on the table and stuffed his cock into her pussy.

“Oh Jimba, yes. Fuck my cunt.”

The blonde warrior dug his fingers into her ass cheeks as he pounded into her. He wasn’t gentle either. With a cock around 10 inches long and 3 inches thick, he was bigger than any of the other men, and almost more than Anne could take. But they had been fucking for so long she was used to him.

“Ohh fuck.” Hugo moaned, ready to double over. He was getting some serious blue balls. Looking back in the window, Anne had fallen onto her back. Jimba was still pounding into her, her tits bouncing over her chest.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Anne kept crying out.

They were going to be at that all day, and Hugo couldn’t take anymore, so he had to leave. “Maybe I can find Suzy again,” he thought, but Sgt. Joe stopped him.

“Oh no you don’t. You’ve wasted enough time, and we still have to get ready to go. You still have supplies to buy, training to do, and get some rest, because we are going to be walking a long ways.”

“But Sergeant!” Hugo complained, his dick making an obvious tent in his pants.

“No buts, get moving.”

Hugo walked (limped) back to his hut, Lulu and Sgt. Joe laughing behind his back. When he went in, Lulu left to his own place. Since Sgt. Joe was visiting, he was staying at Hugo’s place, so he stayed to help Hugo get ready.

“I must get started on packing,” Sgt. Joe said. “Do you think ten outfits will be enough?”

“Outfits? You don’t even wear pants.”

As night came, Sgt. Joe lay asleep in a corner of the hut, while Hugo lay close to his mother’s blanket. They had no need of beds, and since the hut was small, there were no separate rooms for them. Lucia hadn’t come in yet, but Hugo wasn’t worried. She was probably out drinking, or sitting with Jimba, Beecham, and Luce, talking about the Zexen Federation.

When the hut flap opened, Hugo sat up and looked towards the door. He hadn’t gotten a chance to find Suzy, and he was hopping that she would come looking for him. However, it was just his mother. She stood in the doorway, the moonlight highlighting her beautiful features. Hugo once again found his dick getting hard.

“There’s my boy,” Lucia said as she came in, the flap falling behind her, the hut going dark once again. She had been drinking a bit, but she wasn’t drunk. There was only a little wobble in her walk. Or was she purposely shaking her hips like that? Hugo knew she did that to attract the men (and women) of the village, and any visitors, but she had never done it for him. Or maybe he was just so horny he was reading into it too much.

“Mom.” Hugo hated being called a boy.

“Oh relax.” She removed her dress and pants, folding them and laying them aside for tomorrow. She gently placed her gold buckle down on the clothes, taking great care to ensure its safety. Completely naked she lay down on her bedroll, beside Hugo, but refrained from covering herself. This was again a not so uncommon event, but this time Hugo couldn’t help gawking over her.

Her legs, long and tanned, looked impossibly smooth and delicate, yet at the same time, muscular. His gaze swept up her calves to linger over her thighs. She kept her legs closed, but her thighs bulged with strong muscles. He could picture her ass lying bare before him. He couldn’t quite see her pussy, but he could glimpse the little triangle of blonde hair above it. From there his eyes wandered over her hard, toned belly with the inner navel, to her large breasts. Unlike some of the older women of the village, they were still supple and solid, able to defy gravity like a bird. They were much larger than his – or even Jimba’s – own hands, with areolas the size of a goth coin, and nipples half as large as his thumb. His eyes lingered over her breasts longer than what was proper, before moving up. By now his dick was rock hard again, but this time he did not have the cumbersome pants on.