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JOAN

"Stand up, bend down, and grip the bars, Joan. I still need to punish you for attacking that Entertainer with a punishment of my own."

My desire for War shrivels. He is an enormous man. I don't think I can ever keep up with his stamina, and the last thing I want is to disappoint him.

I stand as instructed, and I bend down to grip a single wooden bar with both hands. I'm usually only in this position to pick something up while cleaning. But here I am, offering my ass to my boss.

A hand pushes onto my lower back, making me arch my back more. I obey. My skirt is lifted, and although it's humid in here, goosebumps lick my flesh with every inch that is exposed. War takes his time undressing me, savoring every second.

I want this. I want to be fucked by him so badly, but my insecurities seem interested in a three-some. I'm a nervous wreck.

Will we enjoy this? Last time we had sex, I ended limping in pain. Does my sex look attractive? Zolan doesn't exactly have razors or trimmers, so I have a forest between my legs.

His large palm presses into my lower back. Thinking that he wants me to expose more, I arc my body.

"Love, you are shaking. Why?"

I'm not surprised that he picked up my discomfort. What takes me off guard, however, is the nickname. It has been a long time since I was addressed with affection.

I focus on his question.

"I'm just nervous. You're not exactly small, and last time we did this, it er— it hurt." I try to spare his feelings, because I was also at fault for my pain that day.

"I will not shove myself into you like an idiot again. I will prepare you. I will take care of you."

I open my lips to reply, but my southern lips are plugged when his mouth descends on them. He drags his tongue from my clit to my entrance, flattening it to blanket every crevice.

My nails dig into the wood. I'm tense with intimidation and thrill. The mouth that has issued thousands of commands is slurping the molten desire that is pooling out of me. His hands cup my hips as he drinks from me, and I don't think he realizes he has picked me off the floor and my feet are dangling in the air.

With every lick and press of his tongue, he charges my clit. There's so much in my mind that I'm sure it will take me a while to let go and orgasm, but War suckles on me with so much enthusiasm that he seems willing to hold my hips and eat until the end of time.

His sounds of approval make me shut my eyes tight. They're embarrassing, but not as much as the wet sounds coming from my groin. Embarrassing or not, I shamefully love them.

He swirls his tongue around my entrance, earning himself a squeal when he delves into my butt. I clench my cheeks, and he chuckles before diving back to my clit. My eyes are hooded as every swipe of his tongue lulls me to serenity, but I still dare to look between my legs. I find a strong throat tipped upward, the strong muscles in it working every time he swallows. It's the most erotic thing I've ever seen— my lover holding my ass in the air, kneeling behind me, and flicking his tongue so furiously that my clit pulses with life.

Fifteen minutes in, and he hasn't slowed down. Half an hour in, and my vaginal muscles relax, ready to welcome his cocks in, ready to welcome his offspring out.

I hmm and gasp, and he remembers every little reaction. He's mapping my pussy, learning how to conquer it. This is what he does for a living. Even now, between my thighs, he's a General determined to invade and dominate.

He puckers his lips around my clit and sucks a few dozen times— a trick he learned drives me crazy from how loudly I gasp. Something is different about this, though. He's using more suction than usual, sucking faster. He's done playing around and mapping me. He wants me to come, now, and it's his voiceless demand that takes me over the edge.

My passion thrums harder in my clit, and I let go with a moan and a rush of wetness that doesn't get to meet the light of day because War slurps it right out of my pussy.

There is no time to recover from my boneless state. War sets my feet on the ground, turns me, and lifts me until my legs are wrapped around him.

I'm confused, but I trust him, and so does my vagina, which is clenching with a morse code that spells 'marry me.'

I didn't get to see his groin, but I'm sure his cocks are pointing right at me, indicating where they want to go.

Gentle fingers massage my relaxed entrance, circling it from the outside. My muscles tense instantly, because I know he doesn't have slender fingers.

With his lips peppering my face and one hand cupping my ass, he prods me with the tip of a wide finger.

"I can't wait to go home," he rumbles.

I know home isn't his tent. Home is inside me.

With a squeeze to his huge shoulders, I dip my hips to allow more of his finger in me.

War pinches my cheek. "I will set the pace. I will not hurt you."

"But—"

He kisses me, and his tongue keeps me so busy that I get no opportunity to respond. Between us remains his finger, which has curled and digs for another orgasm. I feel suction inside of me, throbbing with a sweet beat. Not even biting my tongue can stop the soft sounds that come from my chest. My body wants to thank him for his attention and beg him to never stop.

"You are dripping," he groans against my neck, licking me from clavicle to throat. "My hand is soaked."

"Sorry."

His thrusting speeds up, and he's hitting different angles with every stroke. He finds something inside me— something that I, too, have just discovered. A spot that has my pelvis jerking, my eyes tearing, my throat choking with shock. It feels like he has knocked on the gates of heaven.

War doesn't miss a beat. He jackhammers into that magical spot so hard that my legs are bouncing around his hips erratically. I curl against him— my face in his neck, my spine bent as I shrivel under the pleasure of his fingering.

"I love the sounds you make. Give me more."

Entertainers are quiet during sex, but there's nothing silent about the unholy shouts coming out of my mouth and sex.

I claw at War's shoulders. My ass cheeks, legs, hair, and breasts are bouncing around wildly from how fast he's fingering me.

I tense when I'm levitated out of the planet by my orgasm. War pulls his hand out, and I'm plugged by something thicker. He has entered the tip of his cock into me, and leaves it there as I contract around him.

A thin sheet of sweat warms my skin. I swallow and try to regain my breath. I'm tired from the two orgasms he has wrung from me, but it's not fair to stop now. I want him to feel good, too.

With my pussy still thrumming, I welcome him. "You can enter me."

"No. You aren't ready. I will not rush this again."

With his tip still inside me, he kisses my forehead and hugs me tight. When my pulsing starts to die off, he raises a hand to his mouth and licks it clean. His obsession with my slick makes my pussy throb back to life.

"Time for your punishment." He sets me down on my feet.

"Get on your knees and choose one."

I instantly know what he's asking me to choose. He has two enormous cocks, both looking angry at being denied entrance into me.

I choose his main one— the top one, and I squeeze gently in a silent beg for it to let me live.

"Swallow as much as you can, and hold."

I think tonight is the day I die. Surely, I'll choke.

My lips lean in and pucker around his head. Already, I'm stuffed full. I swallow as much as I can— which isn't much. It will take months of practice before I can shelter so much cock in my mouth.

I reach my limit, and I stare up at him with tearing eyes. My oxygen is limited, and the seams of my lips scream as they're stretched to their limit.

War places a hand atop my head and he pulls my hair. "You won't ever put yourself at risk by fighting for my honor. Do you understand?"

I gag once, twice, and swallow back a surge of vomit. I nod, but it doesn't seem to be enough because he asks again, "Do you understand, Joan? No more fighting over me."

I try to say 'yes,' but I can only manage a 'yesh.' It seems to do the job, because he pulls out of my mouth.

I inhale sweet, fresh air, and then become a coughing mess. War sinks beside me and pulls me to his lap.

"You did good. So good. Everything is alright now."

I'm happy. A teary, pre-cum, saliva, coughing mess, but happy. For many minutes, I remain in his embrace.

"What happens now?" I ask, still swallowing.

"Now, I will take you home and pretend like you spent the night locked away. We can keep our relationship a secret or public. I prefer the latter, but it is up to you."

I nod.

"And then..." he continues. "Over the next weeks, I will stretch your delicious cunt until it can take all of me. Over the next months, I will bring an end to the war. By the end of the year, you will be titled as mine both legally and socially, and by the end of the decade, I will have a small army."

"A small army?" I frown. Why would he need an army if he's ending the war?

He chuckles. "A small army of children mothered by you."


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