The General - S01 E61

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The General - S01 E61

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 61

The sounds of his mother's cries eventually fade. He leads me into a lowly lit bedroom. Its four-poster bed that has chains of gold entwined with linens draping down. It's a ridiculous display of wealth.

War is in such a grim mood that the few crystals illuminating the room seem to dim.

He sits on the edge of the bed, his large palms on his knees. I examine him for the umpteenth time. He's heavy with muscle and scarred with experience. He wears grey and tanned cloth that's well-worn and dull, but he doesn't need silk and diamonds like the royals to establish his dominance. Everyone knows he's at the top of the pyramid.

My General has always been strong for so long— careless like a tall tsunami wave that defies gravity, daring like a mountain reaching for the sun.

Now he sits before me, eyes on the ground, shoulders slumped. He has fought so much— for his planet, for me.

I've given him hell, and now I see the error in my ways. I shouldn't have tried to convince myself that we don't belong together. From the moment I saw this intimidating hulk, I should have fought tooth and nail for him.

It took so many twists and turns for me to realize that I love him. My General. I love him more than I love my planet, Earth.

I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his neck, pressing his face to my chest. He sighs heavily and nuzzles his face between my breasts. We stay in that position for a long time. I rub his tense shoulders and occasionally kiss his head.

The sound of trickling makes me look at the right wall. There's a tub there, placed below to a tube that protrudes from the wall and produces water in an alien-plumbing system style.

The water flows until the tub is half-full.

"Let me wash your back," I tell War. We traveled on the road under the sun for hours. A bath is overdue.

"You go first," he returns.

I don't argue. I tie my hair in a high bun and walk to the tub, undressing on the way and knowing that War's eyes are glued to my ass.

I don't linger in the tub. I wash my important areas, lathering them clean with the ridiculous soaps that are available. When I'm done, I step out dripping wet, and B-Line for him. He's not slouching anymore. His back is straight, his fists clenching, and eyes alert. They move from my face to my breasts and sex. He can't get enough of them.

I push my hips at him, straddling his sturdy lap. The water on my bare skin saturates his shirt, and I suspect I'm wetting his thighs with something other than water. He's already hard, his cocks ready to take my challenge and ride me until I'm bobbing around, thoughts scrambled, pussy sore, lips rambling a whimsical plea for mercy.

I push at his chest, but War doesn't move an inch. I should have expected that.

He raises an eyebrow at me, and I pout because he's making me fail at being sexy.

"Can you lie on your back, please?"

He leans back slowly until he's flat on the bed. I stare at his body like it's a candy festival. There is so much flesh to this man that I don't know where to begin.

I giggle. Of course I know where to start.

Choking on those fat lollipops.

I fuss with the ties at his pants, gasping when I finally dig him out. Even after consuming these things and bouncing on them, I'm surprised by their girth. It's like War was made to impregnate all women on the planet. These cocks can fuck and satisfy a million women, and then some.

I kneel on the ground, face plant onto his lap, and lick every inch of glorious skin. I flatten my tongue on his balls and don't leave them until they're coated in my saliva. Then, I lick up one of his cocks, tracing the thickest vein that wraps around like a rope that struggles to contain the damned thing.

I slurp on his tip, cupping it with my tongue, and dip my tongue into the hole. The hole is wider than the one human males have because Zolanos shoot twice the load of semen.

I give the same attention to his other cock, switching from one to another like they have different flavors and I can't choose which one I like best. I press them together, and with a deep inhale, try to suck them into my mouth simultaneously. My attempt is cute at best, because his cocks are so fat they stretch my cheeks to their limit.

I'm no quitter, though. After all, I'm the General's woman. So I hold his cocks in my mouth and let my tongue do the work. I slide it from the base of one cock to another like a windshield wiper, except that instead of cleaning, I leave streaks of filthy saliva and pre-cum behind.

I can't see his face from this angle, but his tight abdomen is clenching and unclenching, and his cocks are jerking along with it. I'm juicing his control one suck at a time. With my lips curled around my teeth, I bob my head and press my tongue against him with measured pressure.

"Where did you learn how to do this?" he groans. "Skies, Joan. Were you a prostitute in a previous life? Fuck!"

His words are unexpected. I'm inexperienced in this art, and I'm only following my instinct. I guess it helps that I'm hungry for him and want to enjoy his cocks until they're imprinted on the inside of my cheeks.

I suckle, lick, and kiss until my mouth is tired, and make sure to show him how much I'm enjoying this by making sounds of joy. War makes sounds too, but they don't sound happy. He seems frustrated; like he wants more. I'm not surprised by this. My General has never had much patience.

I shake my head from left to right, wanting to be as wild as the male I'm tasting. My tongue becomes more frantic, licking in no particular pattern, just wanting everything all at once— his skin, his pre-cum, his warmth.

"Fuck!" He booms with a tone I'm well-acquainted with. He only sounds like this when his temper is about to snap.

I pull him out of my mouth slowly, sucking and relaxing my lips as I go. I push myself off my knees and straddle him. When I smile, I feel my skin pull from the saliva and pre-cum that's drying on my face.

War's eager hands reach for me, but I pin them down. "No," I say.

He could push me off him with a flick of his finger, but he reluctantly lowers his arms to his sides.

"Good little General," I coo.

"I am not little in any sense, female."

I know he's not. I had the evidence logged in my mouth seconds ago.

I lower my chest so it's pressed against his, and I reach behind me. I grip him and lead him to my center. Instead of slipping him into my aching pussy, though, I tease my rear hole with his tip. My muscles clench from nervousness and anticipation, so I take deep breaths because I know we won't go anywhere if I'm tense.

War's eyes light up, and I swear he becomes even harder.

I try to ease him in, but I'm too small back there, and War's girth is unforgivable.

Without warning, he sits up and takes over. One hand cups my ass. The other guides his cock into my cunt and plugs me full. I moan. The first stroke is always the most fulfilling, because I love how my walls are stretched to make way for him.

I raise myself onto my knees, and War thrusts up from below. He's gentle at first, but then his greed catches fire just like my cunt, and he fucks me harder. I'm bouncing on his lap and struggling to moan his name.

"W— ar," I groan with lips that are still stretched and glistering from his cock.

The hand that's kneading the fat of my ass reaches into the forbidden crack between my cheeks. His index finger prods me, and then it's wiggling until it's inside. With one finger hooked into my ass, he fucks my pussy raw.

Since my chest is wet, it's hard to get a grip on his shoulders. He doesn't care that I'm slipping all over his chest. He keeps his pace, plummeting in and out of my gushing pussy while keeping his finger in my ass.

His teeth find my neck and bite hard enough to leave an imprint. I don't know why he's marking me with teeth when he's stretching my cunt to the extent that no man will ever be able to fill me again.

The finger in my ass moves. Feeling embarrassed, I squeeze my cheeks. War counters by slapping my ass with his free hand.

"You deny me what's mine?"

"N-no!"

I shut my eyes and try to relax my ass. War keeps slapping me and fucking me all at once. It's impossible to concentrate while I'm being overwhelmed by him, so I fall apart. I come, and I'm fractured into tiny pieces that slice my veins and make my orgasm all the more powerful.

As usual, War keeps using my defeated body until he stiffens and spills on my belly.

We collapse on the bed in a heap of bones and flesh. Our eyes connect, and we smile like two young idiots that are lost in love.