Lloyd yawned as he zipped open the door to his tent. "I'm tired, guys," he said, slipping off his boots by the door. "I'm going to hit the hay. Kratos, make sure that Genis gets to bed by his bed time.
Genis looked up quickly, embarrassed. "Hey!" he shouted, offended. "Lloyd, I'm not a little kid anymore." Kratos laughed a rare thing for him. "Don't worry, Lloyd. I would never let you down," he said with a smile.
Genis slipped off his shoes, too. "Whatever. I'm just going to go to bed now," he said. Before going into his tent, he poked out and added, "And it's not because you wanted me to," and then left.
Colette stared down at the fire, her eyes blank. Kratos looked over at her, a bit concerned. "Colette? Is something the matter?" he asked. She looked up at him. A moment of silence passed. She then walked over to him and leaned in, her mouth very close to his ear. "Meet me in the center of the woods, near the red boulder, in ten minutes," she said, walking away.
Kratos flushed. He wondered what was wrong. He had thought that he knew everything about the Chosen. Was there something that she was hiding? He waited his time out, and then walked off to find the red boulder in which Colette spoke of.
"Colette?" he asked, moving a bush out of the way. What he saw next made his heart skip a beat.
There, in the middle of an empty patch of grass, was Colette completely naked.
Her face is so young, he thought, but her body is all woman.
He quickly, shook the thoughts away, remembering how young Colette was. She was only sixteen. He put a hand over his eyes and turned away. "Colette⦠what are you doing?" he asked, his voice higher than usual.
"Kratos, I want you to make me a woman," she said, walking towards him ever so seductively. Her young body pressed against his back and her arms wandered over to his stomach, where her hands massaged his inner legs.
Kratos moaned lightly, and let her do so for a few seconds, then stepped away.
"No," he said firmly. "One, I'm much too old for you. And two, don't ruin a good thing, Colette." She stared at him blankly. He sighed. "Lloyd. Don't you know how he feels about you?" he asked.
"I know," said Colette, "But he's not as mature as you are." She began walking towards him again, "You're a man, Kratos."
By now his nether region was rock solid. He licked his dry lips and gulped, his heart pounding, and sweat trickling down the side of his face. "No, Colette. It's just... wrong," he said.
Colette smiled. She knew that she was getting to him. She saw the bulge in his pants. She swiftly skipped over to him and wrapped her leg around his, her breasts rubbing against his chest. He moaned, and couldn't help himself any longer. His mouth was against hers, and their tongues were dancing together.
Within seconds they were both on the ground, naked. Kratos' hands were on her shoulders, and he forgot where he was, who he was, who she was. All that was important was her face. He closed his eyes.
Soon, his eyes opened again. Her hand was on his manhood and he pulled away from her. Her guiding hands led it to her pussy, rubbing it gently on it's lips. Kratos' heart couldn't stop beating. "Colette, are you sure?" She nodded, and soon he was inside of her. At last, he was at one with her.
