The General - S01 E58

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The General - S01 E58

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 58

JOAN

The sound of skin meeting was like a ripple. I fall to the ground; the dirt kicking up and covering my nice top.

Three weeks ago, everyone would have laughed at me, but now they know better. I'm War's chosen, and most of the camp wants to be on my good side. So instead of laughter, I hear gasps.

I scramble to my feet and I take multiple steps away from the enraged woman to make sure she doesn't hit me again.

"I don't know what I did to offend you." I shake my head slowly. "But I won't let anyone abuse me. Being War's mother will not exclude you from that."

She shakes in anger, and her husband stands tall beside her.

I knew this meeting would be bumpy. I just didn't expect it to knock me on my ass.

She doesn't reply. No words can squeeze past her anger. It's like a mountain, and she's in the dark valley.

"Yenni, show them to an empty tent. Make sure they have everything they need to be accommodated."

"I want to see my son. Now!" War's mother screeches. "Who are you to direct me to go anywhere?"

"I am your son's and General's soon-to-be-wife."

She shouts to the skies for mercy and complains about how unfair it all is. She calls me a curse, a mistake.

"Save it, lady," I toss over my shoulder. "I've heard it all."

Her insults aren't even that creative. What happened to the days when I was called a devil-mutant that not even maggots deserved to eat?

Yenni stays behind to carry out my order, and I retreat to War's tent. I'll wait for him there. It's only a matter of minutes before he barges in and demands to know what happened.

I sit on our bed and rub my cheek. War doesn't disappoint. He comes in, tearing the entrance flap off the tent, and kneels in front of me.

"Let me see!"

"It's fine, War. It doesn't hurt."

"That wasn't a request," he counters.

I give up and let him examine my cheek.

With tender knuckles, he caresses my skin. "Damn it," he curses. "She must have lost her gold-loving mind. I apologize, Joan. My mother was out of line. I don't know why my parents are here. I didn't call for them."

I stay silent, because only he knows how to navigate this mess.

He stares at me for a long time before standing up. "Change into new clothes. Wear your best."

"What? Why?"

"We're going to the City. We will stay at a Hotel for two days. I didn't invite my parents here, so they're not staying in my camp."

Back to the City? Where the Queen that we insulted lives? I don't know if this is a good idea. Last time War went to the City, he tore it apart. The palace is probably still recovering.

"War..." I draw out warningly. "They're your parents. They should be able to stay in the camp, even if uninvited."

He tosses his head back and laughs. "I didn't give a fuck about invading the Queen's palace. You think I'll care about these two spoiled, bored, old people? Parents or not, I've been taking care of them with my blood and sweat since my teenage years. I have paid them back ten times over for raising me. I do what I want, and what I want is you."

It warms my heart and stinging cheek to hear him choose me over his flesh and blood, but I didn't ask him to do that for me.

"Get dressed," he repeats. "We're riding out in an hour. I have to wrap things up with my men and inform them of my absence."

I know that tone. He's not changing his mind, so I nod my head and dig through my dresses.

Nothing in there is extravagant, although Yenni has repeatedly told me it would be within my rights to ask for a new wardrobe. I'm okay with my old dresses, because unlike what War's parents think, I'm not with him for his money.

I find my nicest dress. It's brown, halter-style, and free of holes. It fits me a little tighter, since I've been gaining weight, but it's appropriate.

After a quick bath, I slip into it, and tie my hair in a high bun. I have no jewelry or hairpins, although glittery things would be expected to be worn by a woman of my status.

I dig through my coin pouch and find five Zols. I earned them last month when Masters came to me to stich their torn uniforms. Maybe I can buy a wooden hairpin in the city.

I take my coin pouch, a few changes of clothes, my stitching box, and I ask a Master to watch over Yippy in my absence. He is confused by my request, but agrees to feed Yippy when he visits camp again.

War returns in no time. His mood is sour than ever. He makes quick work of changing and packing his clothes and weapons.

"Ready?" he takes my hand.

I squeeze it, and his frown melts. With a little tug, he has me against his chest.

"You do these small Alien gestures sometimes, like what you did just now. They are endearing."

I duck my head, feeling embarrassed, and press my forehead against his hard chest.

War kisses the top of my head. "Let's go."

We walk outside. To my relief, his parents are nowhere to be seen.

"Where are your parents?" I ask.

"I sent them ahead of us. I'll gut myself before I travel with them. My mother heckles over every little thing— the heat, humidity, smells. Gods, she'll complain that I have too many scars."

We walk to the other side of camp, where the animals are kept. War easily finds his beast, who is excited to see him. After a few pats, he ties our belongings on its saddle bags, and lifts me on top.

I'm silent as we ride out of camp.

"Think of this as a vacation. It will only be two days since I can't abandon camp for too long, but I'll make sure you enjoy it." He leans in and licks the tip of my ear. With a whisper, he adds, "I'll make sure you thoroughly enjoy it." His lips find my neck. I arc my head sideways, welcoming more.

His hand slips over my right thigh, slowly, the speed screaming his intentions. I'm soaked before he reaches my pussy. Soon, my wetness will pool on the scales of the beast we're riding.

I arc my back and prepare for War's ministrations. My eyes are locked on his huge hand, hooded. When he curves away from sex and grabs the reins of the beast, I huff with frustration.

"War, what are you doing?"

"Hmm?" he replies, angling the reins to turn the beast. "What do you mean? I had been reaching for the reigns."

He teased me!

I cross my arms over my chest, feeling as frustrated as a wet Yippy during bath time.

We haven't had sex since he plowed me in public, because he has been so busy that he comes home late at night. I've been wanting him since I got a taste of his fat cock.

"I apologize if you got the wrong impression," he chuckles.

Oh, I'm fuming.

I slump my arched back, but keep an inch away from his chest. Whenever he brushes against me, I shift away. An hour later, I've shimmied a foot away. My glaring eyes remain in the distance, and I'm grateful that I don't see his parents' carriage.

"Joan."

"What?" I grumpily reply.

"Why are you inching away from my touch?"

I stubbornly inch away again, but his heavy hand cups my belly and drags me back until my ass is cradled by his thighs.

He brings the beast to a stop. "Is this about me teasing you?"

"Yes. That wasn't nice."

In a swift move, he lifts me by the hips and turns me so we're facing each other. I grip his forearms, afraid I'll slip off because I've never ridden like this before.

A grinning War rubs the small of my back. "My pouty princess."

"I'm not a pouty princess," I look away from his amused eyes and glare at the nearest tree. "I work hard for a living. You know that."

He slips two fingers under my chin and lifts my face. "You do work hard, don't you? I should reward my princess."

"Reward? What does that— hey!"

He swings off and takes me with him. I'm only on the ground for seconds, because he wraps his arms around my thighs and lifts me until our faces are leveled. He kisses me, and I'm too much of a sucker to resist him.

The beast behind us huffs with confusion. We're in the middle of a field, trying to devour each other, and I'm a very happy woman as I dangle in his hold.

When he sets me down, he tugs my dress so roughly that I lose balance.

"War! This is my nice dress!" I whine.

"I'll get you another one."

My dress is pooled at my hips, and my right leg is wrapped around his waist. He reaches between us, and I'm practically bouncing on my leg in excitement. I look at him with hopeful eyes, because if he pulls away from me now, then I'll die.

His tip kisses my entrance— as warm and thick as usual, and then it's parting me with its unforgiving girth. I'm so wet that the first half of his length slides in easily, as if it belongs in there.

My eyes widen with every inch he adds.

He stares at me and pecks my lips ever so often. "Relax, princess. You can take it."

I groan. He's stretching me to my limits, taking all I have to offer.

When I dip my hips to pull him further in, a heavy hand cracks down on my ass.

"No," War scolds. "I set the pace."

I open my mouth to protest, but all I can manage is a groan. As he demanded, he sets a pace, feeding me half of his dick and emptying me with firm, fast, strokes. Fuck, I don't think I'm going to last.

I grip onto his shirt. His pants, weapon belt, and the mix of our my wetness and his pre-cum are on the grass below.

"War..." I moan, tasting his name just like my pussy tastes his thick cock.

He shoves his face into the crook of my neck and fucks me to his heart's desire. I have one leg wrapped around him, and the other dangling in the air as he ruts me like his personal sex doll. My breasts, hair, and ass bounce as slams me to and from his pelvis. The steady plop-plop-plop of our slapping skin sends birds into the air and goosebumps to my skin.

"Fuck. I can feel your heartbeat through your cunt," he grits, fucking me harder now. My thoughts become scrambled eggs to match the eggs in my ovaries that he's dizzying.

He's drilling into my soul with his veiny, dripping cock. This man was built to rule me.

I feel pressure in my rear hole when he presses his free cock against me. The thought of two dicks in me makes me panic. "No! I'm not ready."

The day I get fucked by both of his dicks, I'll need to be near a hospital.

"Soon." He licks my neck. "Soon, I'll fill both of your holes. I'll imprint myself into your skin, and then you'll be fully mine."

He holds me up with one hand and slips his free one to my front. When he finds my clit and rubs it, I cling to his wrist. He's giving me too much, too fast. His hand on my clit plus his dick lost inside me is a recipe for disaster.

"War!" I scream my war cry, and I come so violently that my ass clenches and liquid explodes out of me. It's not much, but it's enough to shock me into an extended orgasm.

Fuck. Did I just squirt a little?

War seems to be a fan of it, because he sets me on my feet and cums on my panting belly with an angry grunt.

I'm exhausted and humiliated all in one. Squirting is something I've only seen in online pornography from Earth. I never experienced it, but I guess fucking an alien will have any woman's ovaries glitching out.