The General - S01 E22

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The General - S01 E22

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22

The General ducked his head back into the tent, still erect but his expression no longer light. He's in business mode. There's no more time for fun and games.

"I don't want you to leave the tent. The situation is getting intense and I won't be here to look after you." He walks to his stack of clothing and tucks his erect cocks into his pants, securing his weapon belt at his waist.

Don't go.

I want to say those two small words, but they can't make it through the block at my throat.

I don't want him to go to an Entertainer. It would hurt me if he slept with another female, but that wound wouldn't compare to the pain of him rejecting me, so I stay quiet with the black blanket of security covering me.

He can't say no if I don't ask him to stay. Besides, the camp always comes first. My silly feelings don't keep it safe.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes," I whisper, clutching the blanket tighter. "I'll stay here."

I'll stay here and be useless for longer.

"Be safe. I..." I struggle to think of the word Zolanos use to wish good luck. "I will worry for you." That's not quite how the saying goes, but I still haven't mastered the language.

The General looks bewildered by my wish. Does he think I don't want him to return?

With a last look at me, he takes more weapons and leaves me behind. I peek outside, where bodies fill the field. Masters and Entertainers move with a purpose. Some are already fucking in public, preparing for war. My eyes remain on The General as I wait for a female to approach him.

He disappears from sight and I stay in my little safety bubble; the boring bubble that renders me worthless.

There's nothing I can contribute other than jealousy.

The General doesn't return for one, two, ten hours. I've paced for so long that my legs ache. My skin is still itchy from clutching my wet clothes for so long.

Is he safe? Is he fucking? Is he thinking of me?

When did I go from wanting to matter to Zolan to only mattering to him?

I change my clothes to get a momentary distraction from my hunger. Not only do I not want to be a bother by asking for food, but I don't think I can stomach anything but nerves.

The scuffing of boots is louder than usual as patrol circles camp, and the hushed whispers of Entertainers give life to the otherwise tense cemetery.

Everyone is suspecting an invasion. Things have been teetering at the forefront for a long time. The General is leading the army under the rule of Queen Rusha. Zolan's civil war has been raging for years, but the hostility has never gotten this bad.

I never paid too much attention too the politics, being too busy fighting the civil war inside myself. That all changed when I was accepted into the military as a servant. I applied because deep down, I've always sought society's approval. I hoped Zolanos would overlook my foreignness if they saw my patriotism.

I stop by a set of swords The General has stored on a chest. They're neatly organized. The intricate blades are polished, although they've cut plenty of men down. Gently, I caress the tip of one.

I hope he's safe. Freshly fucked by another female or not, I don't want him dead. The planet needs him. He's a good man— overwhelming and demanding, but there's few like him in the Universe.

Movement from outside makes me stand and approach the entrance. The Masters are back, but I only have eyes for one. The General nears the tent with a naked female at his side. I don't look at her. My empty stomach and my full mind wouldn't be able to take her.