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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Fullmetal_Alchemist:_Brotherhood_&_Manga
  Character:
      Riza_Hawkeye, Selim_Bradley
  Additional Tags:
      Consensual_Underage_Sex, Underage_Kissing, Lactation, Voyeurism,
      Exhibitionism, Romance, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Slow
      Build, Pregnancy, Watersports
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      Published: 2018-03-24 Words: 5691
****** Amestrian Nights 1 ******
by KallutoCeleste
Summary
     Riza Hawkeye is a hostage. She's a pawn in a larger game, and her
     friends can't help her. Working for King Bradley by day was almost
     manageable. Its when she comes home that everything starts to unravel
     for her.
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Maybe she was going mad? Her paranoia was justified though. After seeing what
she was up against, after being shown the cold hard truth, it was unfair to
expect cold calm rationale from her anymore. No, she would allow herself that
much. The situation was not one that she’d ever trained for, let alone
imagined.
So she didn’t feel any misgivings about sitting up straight in her chair in her
empty apartment, the lone light casting shadows around the table...and saying
loudly, ‘I know you’re here.’
Silence, like an enveloping blanket. It wasn’t right.
Riza had an uncanny facility for such things. It wasn’t quite a sixth sense,
and maybe it was really just luck. But so far she’d found more success relying
on her gut than anything else. And her gut told her she wasn’t alone.
‘Fine. Don’t show yourself. That’s all right by me’, she said to the thin empty
air. It wasn’t true of course. She would give anything to know if her
suspicions were true. If that...thing was truly watching her, or if she was
simply just shaken. She’d been fooled by external appearances, just like the
rest of Amestris.
So was that it? Was this her existence now? To sit alone in the half-darkness
in her apartment, feeding her paranoia and yelling at shadows? To spend her
waking moments as a glorified secretary and definite hostage to evil incarnate?
She wondered just how long. How long had Pride been hiding inside that boy? Or
was the boy a fiction entirely? Had he been a homunculus from the very
beginning? Was there anything human about him?
If he was here, even a tendril of his existence, she should be able to cajole
himself into revealing it. There might be consequences, but the intelligence
she’d gain would be far too valuable. But if he wasn’t...she was just a
defeated woman talking to ghosts.
‘Are you seriously just going to watch me all day and night? Don’t you have
anything better to do?’
The utter silence was deafening. The shadows never moved. The room was exactly
how she remembered it being. Perhaps she really was alone? Or perhaps Pride
didn’t think it worth his time responding to her.
An exhalation. Frustration. Her shoulders sagged. She could spend hours here
thinking, rethinking and agonizing over it. She opened her eyes.
Or she could just get on with her life. It felt weird to ignore a potential
enemy so close to her...but she’d have to get used to it.
It was nine pm. She wouldn’t be able to sleep well tonight, but that was a
given. With a sigh she made her way to the bathroom.
Her mind was a fog of thought. Was it worth forcing Pride’s hand and revealing
him? What would become of her? And how would she communicate with Mustang while
the homunculus was breathing down her neck? Of course, these were all
hypothetical questions. Pride might not even be aware of her existence anymore.
It would befit his name.
She kept every part of her apartment well-lit. It made sense to. For now. If
the homunculus wanted to make a move, she would be well aware of it. She looked
at herself in the mirror. The worried look that peered back at her…
This wouldn’t do. She was letting fear get to her. There was no point in it.
She might as well relax.
A deep breath. And then another. By the third, she was feeling better already.
The sound of running water filled the bathroom, steam misting the mirror as she
began to undress. She cleared her mind as her clothes crumpled to the floor at
her feet. The mist of warmed water graced her skin.
A shower was what she needed. Banish the sweat, the remnants of the day’s
exertions and every source of her frustration away, if only for a little while.
It was almost an act of rebellion, of freedom.
She smiled as she slipped into the warm deluge of water, sighing as she
immersed herself in the shower water.
There was a sound on the other side of the bathroom door. A creak of
floorboards? Something brushing against furniture? It was the barest whisper of
a sound, there one second and gone the other. But Riza immediately pulled back
the shower curtain to focus on the bathroom door. Her heart thudded at her
chest.
‘Who’s there?!’ she called. What a stupid question, she thought to herself.
Like they would actually identify themselves. She wasn’t dealing with Alphonse
Elric.
The sound. Was it just her imagination? It was hard to hear anything over the
sound of water but she’d still managed to. She stared at the door for a good
minute more, waiting for...something.
Nothing. She shook her head. This was beyond stupid. She leaned into the
gushing spray of water again, letting it pour over her face and matte her hair.
Would she never be able to relax? Or was it precisely because she’d relaxed
that the enemy had made a move?
Assuming that Pride was actually here, it didn’t make any sense for him to move
now. He could’ve done anything he’d wanted to at any time, given how much more
powerful he was. He had the tactical advantage all the time.
She was overthinking things. Cmon Riza. Just enjoy your damned shower.
The sound, yet again. This time Riza didn’t move, and pretended not to have
heard it. Was it just her imagination or was the bathroom door open just a
hair’s width more than she’d left it? She ran her hands through her hair,
luxuriating in the water. She wasn’t going to let Pride steal this moment of
bliss away from her.
Her hands slipped down her body, to her breasts.
She opened her eyes wide. Riza had very little actual evidence to support her
fears… until know. The sounds were unmistakably real. But why now? She’d
wondered why the homunculus would make a move now, when he’d had more than
ample opportunities before.
She looked down at her own body. Cupped in her hands, were what might well have
been the answer. Pride was a homunculus...but Selim was a human boy. How long
had the former pretended to be the latter? Riza gave herself a little squeeze,
inhaling sharply as the familiar touch of her hands on her own breasts sent a
spark of sensation down her spine.
It felt strange to even consider it, but Riza tried to put herself in Pride’s
shoes. An insular life, to be certain. Most likely, whatever master he had kept
him on a tight leash. Though his shadows gave him incredible mobility, Riza
wondered whether he’d feel more free in his human body.
For what felt like the first time in ages, she let herself the slightest hint
of a smile. She ran her hands through her hair again and let the water cascade
off her body...while saying, ‘I hope you’re keeping to yourself there. It’s
rude to peek on a lady in the shower yknow?’
Did she imagine it or did she feel movement in the corner of her eye? It was
gone by the time she’d glanced over. Funnily enough she found herself less
scared or frustrated...and more amused. It felt like her words had made the
invisible presence jump. There wasn’t so much of a palpable tension in the air
anymore.
She shook her head and continued to enjoy her shower, now lathering herself up.
Her hands travelled all over body, not sparing a square inch. She had genuinely
no intention to put on a show, of course not. But then again…
Maybe pretending to be a boy rubbed off on Pride. Or maybe he’d always been a
boy. It was...a cute idea. How much was she going to push this?
‘I bet you’ve been watching me for a couple of days now huh? I suppose it’s
natural. Boys are always interested in these kind of things’, she mused out
loud.
There was no response, but the tension was back. As though something was trying
its best to be nothing. An attempt at concealment so intense that it was
noticeable.
And that just about confirmed all of Riza’s hunches. At the same time, it felt
like a load was being lifted off her shoulders. She leaned into the warm water
and let it wash away the soap….and said, ‘The least you could do is say
something. Well. I’m almost done here so it’ll have to wait till next time.’
In content silence, she finished rinsing herself off, tied a towel around
herself and made preparations for bed. He was an immortal monster...but he was
also a boy. Knowing what she was up against made her feel so much more at ease.
In bed, she let a little smile play on her lips as she said, ‘Good night.’
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It was the next evening. Riza had just finished a dinner she wasn’t all that
into. She’d felt the faint hint of his presence again a few minutes after she’d
returned. He wasn’t waiting for her. She’d not expected him to. Waiting would
be spent energy on his part, and it would mean that he was doing it for her.
No, something named Pride wouldn’t stand for that.
She hadn’t said anything since she’d returned home. But as she finished up with
the dishes, she said, ‘I hope you’ve already eaten. I just realized, I must
seem like a poor host. Not that you’d accept anything from me.’
Sharp silence hung in the air. Riza continued, unperturbed, ‘I daren’t ask what
a homunculus eats. I’ve seen the Fuhrer drink tea, so I suppose you must be
capable of the same.’
There was absolutely no response, just the dull heavy tension on the back of
her neck. She waited, and then said, ‘I don’t know why you insist on hiding. I
know you’re here. But then again...you *are* named Pride.’
Drying her hands, she made her way to the bathroom again. ‘I would say don’t
peek...but I can’t really stop you, can I?’ she said offhandedly, like she was
talking to herself.
She began to undress again, sighing as she worked herself out of the rather
stifling uniform. Her blonde hair fell down onto her shoulders, as she hooked
her thumbs into the waistband of her lace black panties. ‘Can you even peek? In
your current form? Or do you need to be Selim to do that?’
She imagined she could feel him bristling, as though every one of her words
were hitting home. ‘Well, I don’t expect you to answer’, she said as she threw
her bra into the hamper...and stretched. Her scars had mostly healed. She was
athletic but her body was soft where it mattered. Where a boy would look. She
could feel his eyes on her.
It felt good to have her hunches confirmed. But more than that...it felt good
to be appreciated. Nothing about Amestris’s situation had changed, but right
now it felt like the storm had subsided for a bit. Some sort of neutral ground.
She closed the door and ran the shower. For a moment the tension receded. Had
he grown embarrassed? Had she pushed him away? But a couple of minutes into her
shower, she felt that now-familiar sensation of being watched. The bathroom
door was ajar again. She smiled wanly and shook her head. ‘What am I going to
do with you?’, she mumbled
But Riza was businesslike under the shower. If the boy wanted to watch, she
supposed he could. She couldn’t stop him. But she wasn’t here to dance for him.
She scrubbed herself like she always did, uncaring if she was being watched or
not. ‘Now where did I put that bottle of shampoo?’
There was a flash of movement behind her. The bottle was perched at the tiny
shelf on the edge of the shower. As though it had always been there. Except it
hadn’t been there when Riza had entered. She remembered now that she’d left it
closer to the sink
Was she supposed to assume that she’d just not realized it was there? He’d
probably hoped to have moved it closer to her fast enough that she’d be forced
to assume that she’d just overlooked it. She couldn’t let that slide though.
She wasn’t named Hawkeye for nothing, and she had pride of her own. Instead,
the woman smiled and said, ‘Thank you.’
She scrubbed herself in silence for a while. And then she said, ‘I guess you’re
not such a bad kid, huh Selim?’
The tension of his presence was still there but...it felt a little softer
somehow.
She left her mind wander and surrendered to the shower.
A while later, she was on her bed, folding some clothes, wearing her pajamas.
‘I sincerely hope that you haven’t been doing anything untoward while I’ve been
sleeping’. As usual, her tone was casual, that of idle chatter.
But the sense of indignation she felt suddenly radiate into her from all around
surprised her. ‘Oh? You’re a gentleman then, are you? I’m sorry Selim, but
that’s not exactly convincing.’
‘Why? You continue to refuse to show yourself. Maybe you’ve orders from your
superiors or you’re embarrassed… but you should realize it makes it hard for me
to trust you.’
Silence. Riza sighed and collapsed back on the bed. Her blonde hair cascaded
over the pillows. ‘Though I suppose in your shoes I might do the same’, she
said tiredly and stifled a yawn.
The silence was thoughtful, unhurried.
‘I don’t suppose you could turn the lights off for me?’
There was no response. The woman sighed and made to get off the bed, when
suddenly the room was suddenly bathed in darkness. She smiled. ‘Thank you
Selim. Good night.’
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Three nights later.
Riza was curled up on her couch, reading a book. Things in Amestris were taking
an interesting turn. It didn’t seem as bleak as it once did. But that only
meant that it was probably a false sense of security. Still, it wasn’t
unwelcome.
There were two cups of tea laid out on the center table. Riza occasionally took
a sip from one. The other was untouched. A pack of biscuits was opened too. But
apart from the one Riza’d taken, it too was undisturbed.
Riza turned a page and said, ‘Cmon, atleast take a sip. It’s going to get
cold.’ The empty couch beside her didn’t say anything. This continued for a few
more minutes. Eventually the tea did get cold. Riza glanced at the pack of
biscuits. Two were missing. She suppressed a smile and went back to her book.
There was a an easy silence in the air. For once Riza felt at home in her
apartment. She actually let herself get engrossed in the book...Until she was
jerked out of it by the sound of a door creaking open. The bathroom door.
She glanced at the clock. 9PM. ‘Mmm thanks for reminding me. I should shower
now before the landlord shuts off the hot water’, she mumbled and made her way
over.
Of course, she knew that he’d been looking forward to this. Like he did every
day she was home. It felt rather nice.
She stripped off her clothes easily, in front of invisible eyes. She’d never
been one to be too aware of her nakedness, but any final interest in modesty
was cast away as she took off her panties with the bathroom door wide open. It
didn’t make sense to hide herself from him, in Riza’s mind at least.
‘Still not going to show yourself?’ she asked casually, lifting and cupping her
breasts after getting rid of her bra. ‘Jeez. These things are starting to
chafe. I think I might need to get a new bra.’
Silence.
‘What do you think?’
Silence.
‘You don’t think my breasts are too big do you?’
Silence.
‘Dyou like them? You must’ve peeked at hundreds of pairs…’
‘I did not!”
It was the first voice she’d heard in her apartment that wasn’t her own since
she’d what felt like forever. It came from the doorway, and it was as
otherworldly and alien as she’d expected. But it was also indignant, childish
and somehow innocent.
She didn’t call attention to it, and instead pressed on.
‘Oh cmon. You’ve had these powers for ages. You weren’t tempted?’
Silence.
‘That won’t work anymore yknow. I’ve heard you now.’
‘....I didn’t peek at anyone else. I wouldn-’
‘Relax Selim. I believe you.’
With that, Riza hummed to herself and slipped into the shower. She continued,
naked in front of the invisible boy, ‘I don’t think you’re the kind to perv on
just anyone. But you must have been curious. For a long, long while.’
After a long pause, a sullen reply echoed in the small bathroom, ‘I wasn’t. I
was just bored.’
Riza tilted her face up into the stream, letting the warm water pour down her
neck and down between her breasts. ‘Oh? So you’re not at all interested in
watching me shower?’
Silence again. She felt like she could feel his stare of half-anger, half-
confusion. She gently tugged at her own nipple, more out of idleness than
anything else and continued, ‘You don’t really have to explain yourself to me.
But you know, curiosity is a sign of an advanced mind.’
After awhile, the voice mumbled, ‘Ive never seen a girl before. Like that.’
Riza shampoo’d her hair as she said, ‘Most boys your age haven’t. And most
won’t till they’re older. But it’s not all that special. Now that you’ve seen
it, it’s nothing really remarkable right?’
‘...I...I guess.’
She rinsed herself off. ‘You’ve practically seen everything of me so far.
Curiosity sated, right?’
‘Yeah...I suppose.’
‘Can you fetch me that blow dryer? Thank you Selim.’
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Later that night.
Riza was in bed but she wasn’t asleep. Thoughts mulled in her head. What if
she’d miscalculated? What if she’d overdone it?
And then she heard his voice.
‘Are you asleep?’
She took her time before responding, smiling inwardly at giving him a taste of
his own medicine. ‘What is it, Selim?’
The silence was of one marshalling their thoughts. And then he finally spoke.
‘I… don’t know. I don’t understand it. I was curious. I really wanted to see.
But then I wanted to see more. And more. And again and again and I still want
to. ‘
‘You’ll have to say it a little bit more clearly Selim. What do you want?’
‘I...I wasn’t lying. I haven’t peeked on anyone else but you. I was only
supposed to monitor you when you were on the phone.’
‘Selim. Do you like looking at me? While I shower?’
‘Not...Not just when you shower.’
‘Then that’s all that matters. If you like it and you have the power to...why
wouldn’t you?’
‘Because I’m not like that! I wouldn’t just… I don’t want to be like…’
‘Selim. Maybe this would be better if it was face to face.’
‘I….okay.’
Though the room was dark, Riza could clearly see the pool of darkness collect
at the foot of her bed. It was empty like the abyss, the darkness only dreams
are capable of. From within it rose the head of a boy. When his entire body was
through, the dark emptiness dissipated.
He was exactly as Riza remembered seeing him last. His schoolboy shoes, his
immaculate sweater, that neat tie. But the blush on his face was new. He didn’t
meet her eyes either, and there was a bit of a sullenness to him.
‘You know...even though I know so much more about you...it’s really hard for me
to think of you as anything other than the cutest little boy ever.’
The boy shot her a look as though he was regretting showing himself to her,
causing Riza to giggle. ‘Okay okay...Cmon, sit over here. I want to tell you
something.’
Dejectedly, half-heartedly, he sat down crosslegged on the bed, facing her.
‘What is it?’
Riza took a breath and looked into the boy’s eyes. ‘I like being looked at.’
The silence between them was a mutual thing this time. Riza let it sink into
him, even as the words struggled to make sense to even her.
The Riza Hawkeye that had been on the verge of paranoia seemed like an alien
creature now. She couldn’t relate to her, after living with her mostly-silent
roommate for a week.
‘I...I…’
‘Shush’, she silenced him. ‘I’m glad you want to keep watching me’, she said,
reaching out to ruffle his hair. He almost flinched away, before succumbing and
just sitting there, letting Riza play with his hair. ‘You’re a good boy Selim.
Don’t forget that. Now I’ve got to get some shut eye. I’ll see you tomorrow,
okay?’
‘Okay Riza. Good night.’
‘Good night’
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Two days later.
Selim’s eyes tracked every movement of Riza’s hands as they moved over her own
body. It was a little different for the markswoman , now that there was a
physical presence inside her bathroom, sitting crosslegged on the floor,
watching her. But it was in many ways, the same. It felt even nicer now
actually, as she could glance over to see the pure wide-eyed rapturous
attention he was giving her. He really liked her body, it would seem.
Before she asked for the soap, a dark tendril had it in its grip, offering it
to her. ‘Thank you sweetie’, she said with a smile, before beginning to lather
herself up.
The boy blushed and mumbled a barely audible ‘Your welcome’. He gulped as he
let his eyes wander over her body again. From her soapy breasts down to her
toned thighs...and that luscious patch of blonde hair between her thighs. No
matter what , his eyes seemed drawn to it whenever Riza’s bathing exposed her
crotch to him.
She wasn’t doing it on purpose. Well, not entirely. He was here to see her
naked...and she was obliging him. Or was was she the one who wanted this? To
have his eyes ravage her? She couldn’t deny it felt divine.
The question sounded so stupid in his head, but it had been stuck in his throat
for far too long. Finally he mumbled it. ‘Are all girls like that, down there?’
Riza was beginning to rinse. She smiled at him and said as she washed herself
clean of the soap, exposing her body to him more clearly, ‘I suppose all girls
are a little different. But the general shape is the same.’
‘Oh. You mean it’s unique?’
Riza laughed a little. ‘I suppose it is. It’s a woman’s most sacred place after
all.’
‘Oh.... yeah’
The woman took a breath and brushed matted hair out of her face. ‘Would you
like to see it?’
‘Huh?’
‘Up close. Would you like to see it up close?’
‘I...I guess.’
With a bite of her lower lip, Riza walked up over to where Selim was sitting.
The boy was short enough that when sitting down, his head came up to just above
her knee. She towered above him, naked and dripping.
Her cheeks blushed red as she squatted just a little, spreading her legs wide.
The boy’s eyes were wide like saucers, his lips in a perfect ‘O’, his breath
catching in his chest. She reached down to spread her pussy lips apart, her
blonde fuzz like a wreath around her labia as she exposed her pinkness to the
boy.
No one said anything for a good couple of minutes. Until Riza took the
initiative. With one hand holding her petals apart, she gently began to point
at various parts of herself with the other. Her voice was a little hoarse, her
breath unsteady. ‘This is what I call my mound. And this is my clit. These are
my lips. And this is the entrance. That’s where….well that’s where a penis
would go.’
His face was a scant few inches away from her beautifully spread , plump lips,
her natural scent filling his lungs. Timidly he pointed up at the display. ‘W-
What’s that?’
‘Which o- oh that? That’s the uh...That’s where I pee from.’
‘Oh’, he mumbled, cheeks reddening considerably deeper.
And then, without thinking, he asked, ‘Dyou need to pee right now?’
Riza took a couple moments to process the question. For it to sink in. She
could see the regret on his face, a few inches from her spread pussy. But she
felt a smile on her lips...and excitement growing inside her.
‘I guess I do’, she mumbled and stood up, and walked over to the toilet bowl.
She primly seated herself on it...and spread her legs.
‘You can come closer if y-’ she began, and then amended herself. ‘Come closer
Selim,’ she said.
The boy gulped. Soon he was on his knees in front of the bowl, watching with
rapturous attention. Riza couldn’t believe she was going to do this. She’d
never been one to be ashamed of her body, yes. But Selim was quickly becoming
witness to intimate parts of her life that no one else ever would be.
Clear water bubbled out of her lips, the trickle soon fountaining into a steady
stream that tinkled against the toilet bowl. He watched wordlessly, wide-eyed
and open mouthed. Riza thought that he never looked more like an innocent,
curious boy than that moment.
As her stream gushed, the boy found his voice and mumbled softly, ‘Are you
going to...spread yourself again?’ desperately wanting to see her liquid come
out from that small orifice. She smiled softly, and reached out to ruffle his
hair as she pee’d. ‘I don’t think so sweetie. It would splash everywhere. I
don’t want to get you wet.’
‘Oh. Okay.’
When she was done, a shadowy tendril was holding some toilet paper out for her.
She giggled and wiped herself clean, saying, ‘A woman could get used to this
kind of service. Thank you Selim.’
If she’d just ended it with that quip, the boy would’ve shot something back at
her. He would’ve maybe teased her or denied the whole thing, or explained
himself. Most likely he might have insulted her. But when she thanked him all
he could do was look away from her eyes, blush and mumble, ‘You’re welcome.’
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Three nights later.
Riza was folding her clothes away before bed. It was not unusual. What was
unusual was that she was doing it naked. Selim was lying down on the bed on his
belly, head propped up on his palms, watching her. Every time she bent over to
get something and then back up, her breasts would jiggle in the most
tantalizing way.
He was glad he was belly down.
‘I wish I could speak for the others’, he said, watching her breasts.
‘Do you really think you can help change anything?’
‘I...don’t really know what I can do. I’ve never even let the thought enter my
mind. I think maybe I should talk to Greed.’
‘I don’t want you getting hurt.’
‘They won’t be able to do anything to me. Well…’
‘I would tell you not to be over-confident but…’
‘Yes, my name is Pride and all that…’
‘It doesn’t have to be. Selim is-’
‘A human name.’
‘And what’s wrong with that?’
‘I… Have you heard the expression ‘Pride comes before the fall’ ?’
‘Mhm.’
‘It’s kind of like a prophecy. I keep expecting the moment to come. When I
fall. Like it’s inevitable. And it’s scary. I didn’t think a higher being such
as me should feel fear. I didn’t think I should be afraid of failing or dying
or anything else. I thought...And then you do these things for me. You’re so
nice to me and….and I can’t help but look up at you. You make me think
everything I know is wrong.’
‘Would it be so bad if it was? You’ve been told you were the greatest all your
life. I can’t imagine how much pressure that must be. But no one can tell you
what greatness is. No one but you…
Selim, what do you think is the greatest moment of your life?’
The boy took a little while to respond. He stammered, ‘T-this. This
moment...watching your ...uh watching you.’
Riza smiled. ‘You say the nicest things Selim. Now...my advice is this. You
should take this moment, and keep it at the heart of every thing you do. Do
whatever will bring you the same happiness or more. Don’t let anyone else tell
you otherwise.’
She sat down on the bed beside him, still naked, and ran her fingers through
his hair.
He leaned against her instinctively. She held him close.
He mumbled, ‘I think I understand, I just-’
Without warning Riza pulled him closer, tilting her body to face him, and
hugged him. His face was pressed in between her breasts, her arms hugging them
around him as she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.
When she let him go, his face was flushed red, and his eyes were unfocused. She
whispered, ‘Dyou like my breasts that much?’
He nodded quickly, without hesitation.
‘That’s my boy.’
She lifted him onto her lap, and ran a hand through his hair again. It was
quite natural that he should settle down on her sideways. Her arm cradled his
head and his back, letting him lie back against it. Her breast dominated his
view.
She brought her nipple to the boy’s lips. Instinct, primal and human, told him
what to do. His lips sealed around her areola as his eyes fluttered closed,
Riza’s breast gently pressed around his mouth. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked
on her stiff nipple, her palm gently tracing circles on his tummy.
She didn’t have to say a word. Her heart was so full. Everything about this
felt so perfect, so right. The world around her felt like it was fading away as
this innocent, soft young boy suckled on her like he was actually drinking her
milk.
She couldn’t help herself though. Her hand slipped downwards. She’d never made
mention of it before, but the boy’s shorts always had a hint of a tent when
they were together. It was no different now. She unbuckled the fasteners and
unzipped him as he suckled on her breast.
 
His boyhood was a good three inches long, and uncut. It was about as thick as a
small cucumber, and the foreskin covered the tip , ending in a cute turtleneck.
His soft young sack clung tightly to his body. It was the most beautiful thing
she’d ever seen.
Riza pushed Selim’s shorts and his underwear down to his knees, and propped the
boy’s head up a little higher. Just as her fingers gently wrapped themselves
around the boy’s erect penis, her palm completely encapsulating it. It throbbed
with heat.
She looked back at him. His eyes were open now. The flickered up from his
exposed cock up to her eyes. There was deep embarrassment in his gaze..but it
melted at her expression. She gently began to stroke him.
Her gentle hand tugged his foreskin down, revealing his pink virgin glans while
the boy suckled on her breast, the soft orb pressed against his face, the
nipple sticky with his saliva as he hungrily pressed his tongue against it.
It wasn’t long before his back arched and his body shuddered. Arcs of pure
white warmth shot through the air, landing over Riza’s breasts and her upper
chest. The virginal nectar stained her fingers and her skin, even as her own
dripped steadily from down between her thighs...while Selim shuddered and
mewled into her breast.
When the boy finally let go of her nipple and blearily opened his eyes, it was
to the sight of Riza licking her fingers clean.
‘Why did you do that?’
‘Because I wanted to taste you.’
‘...’
‘Its perfect.’
‘Aren’t you embarrassed?’
‘Aren’t you?’
‘No. I guess ‘Pride’ is a name that doesn’t suit me anymore.’
‘I never did. You’re a good boy, Selim. You don’t need any other name.’
‘I...I love you Riza.’
‘I love you Selim.’
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A year later.
Riza’s eyes were unfocused, her lips gently parted, her breath ragged. She
reached out to the radio, and pushed the antenna the other way. The static
resolved itself into the voice of a man.
‘-marks the final piece of the puzzle of the conspiracy to overthrow the
Amestrian government. All parties have been either apprehended or killed by Roy
Mustang’s taskforce, and the nation is safe thanks to the Elric brothers,
though both parties claim that it was only possible due to a last minute defe-’
The voice was drowned out by Riza’s own as she clutched the armrest of the
couch, her knuckles white as she screamed. Her eyes were closed tight as she
shuddered and convulsed, until finally she collapsed back onto the chair,
twitching gently.
She was naked, and sweat collected on her brow, glistened on her skin. Her legs
were spread wide. She could only see the boy’s hair, her view obstructed by her
pregnant belly, but she could feel his tongue. Until he pulled away from her
pussy, his cheeks blushed healthily and his lips glistening with her juices.
‘You’re getting so much better at that’, Riza gasped, as the naked boy climbed
closer to her so he could kiss her on the lips. They made out together in soft
silence, the woman’s tongue slipping into her young husband’s mouth.
When they parted, Selim giggled, ‘I got a lot of practice.’
The woman squeezed her lover to her and whispered, ‘Mmm yes you did. Well… it’s
your turn to choose. What do you want to do?’
The boy sat beside her, and reached out to fondle a milk-laden breast.
‘Mmmm….Dinner?’
‘That was a given sweetie. Cmon, what else dyou want to do?’
‘Well...I think we could use a shower.’
‘Perfect.’
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