"Fine. I'll take you right here, right now."

My eyes widen. Being fucked by him in public isn't what I had in mind. I thought he would carry me to a private space, but The General surprises me yet again.

Sure, I want War, but I was thinking he would clap my cheeks in the privacy of our home, not out here where all of camp and the Gods can see. Do I back out? Or do I follow through with this mess I set up for myself?

"Uh, War..." I raise my head and try to look past my hair.

He keeps his hand under my skirt as he huffs, "say it."

He's expecting me to tell him to stop; to back out of this and yield to him. He wants to be the one who dictates where and when he fucks me because he's used to leading everything.

I won't. I'm not surrendering. This is a battle I'm going to see through the end, even if I'll lose.

"Fuck me onto my knees," I say loud enough for the camp to hear.

Malik told me The General deserves a warrior as his female. Today, I will show everyone that I am that woman.

I hear cloth shift and metal clank. I hear Yenni's breath hitch as she watches. I feel the warm air swirl between my legs, signing words into the air.

War slips a hand underneath my skirt and latches onto my pussy. He finds it wet and ready to battle with him. I know I'm going to lose the fuck-fest. War will knock all coherent thought out of me with every thrust, but my sex is still looking forward to its demise.

He cups my pussy and tugs my skirt up. I tense. Although my butt and sex are covered, I know everyone is watching me get unwrapped by The General.

My skin warms with embarrassment, or maybe it's from the glare of rejected Entertainers.

Something thick prods me from behind. It's not a finger. It's too huge to be confused for anything other than a mean cock. Even the most artistic dildos on Earth can't measure up to what War is packing.

A bead of wetness trickles down my inner thigh. I open my eyes to look at it, but find something so lewd that I'm tempted to close them again. Underneath my skirt are two pulsing, pre-cum drenched, red-ripped dicks ready to please and impregnate. Maybe it's because blood is rushing to my brain, but they look bigger from this angle.

I watch as War grips his base and prods my entrance. It is then that I realized no amount of fingering will ever prepare me to be penetrated by him.

He pushes his tip in, and there is instant resistance. My sex stretches and burns because these aren't fingers. I grit my teeth and hold on to my legs tighter. I'm not going anywhere but the ground when War pounds me two feet into it.

Thoughts of being watched are soon batted away by the huge cock entering me. I can't focus on anything but War.

Whimpers cook in my belly, but I don't release them because I know pleasure is close. My pussy can taste it as War feeds it inch by inch.

His fingers gently massage my clit as he settles himself in, as if rewarding it for good behavior. He's not even half-way when I feel ready to burst. The heavy balls under his cocks sway when he pulls back a few inches and thrusts back in. Although I'm dripping in lubrication, his entrance feels rough because my puny human pussy wasn't made to accommodate alien dick— much less two of them.

He's escalating to a steady rhythm. Thrust after thrust, clap after clap. His balls have shrunk by now, as if lock, loaded and ready to shoot.

The resistance in my pussy comes closer to defeat with every cock-full my lover shoves into me. My throat aches from the sounds I'm holding back, my spine throbs from the way I'm bent over, my legs burn from the nails I'm digging into them, my breasts tingle from their bouncing. But my sex? There's a party in there— the attendants being War's dick and the millions of sperm in his pre-cum.

I accept defeat. Embarrassment and shame become a distant memory as I voice my enthusiasm. I moan when he pulls out, because my channel shrinks every time it's deprived of his girth, and I gasp when he enters me since the stretching surprises me every time.

I'm sweating, because although War is the doing the thrusting, staying strong to take his thrashing is an exercise in of itself.

A dull throb of pleasure beats like a drum inside me, and the master of the instrument is War.

"Fuck. Look at the way your ass claps for me, female."

I can't see it, but I'm sure the camp, elements, animals, and Gods above us can.

I can't see it, but I sure can feel his pelvis slam into mine.

It soon becomes impossible to distinguish our sounds. There's the crack of our wetness, the slap of our flesh, our groans, and the distant platter of rainfall.

Pain sparks deep inside me when War's tip reaches too deep into me. I tense, and he stops mid-stroke.

"Do I stop?"

"No!"

The rain falls stronger now, kicking up mud up my legs, and wetting the few parts of me that aren't dripping in slick. Beads trickle down my hair to mix with the sweat on my forehead.

"Wa—ar!" I moan. My teeth are violently clashing in beat to the raindrops that bounce from my rippling, bare ass.

He's maintaining a momentum that no human male could ever keep up with. His thrusts are angled at the same spots, delivered at the same timing and strength by thighs that have run thousands of miles and ridden many beasts.

It's up to my body to keep up with what he shoves into it. A weaker woman would have tapped out a long time ago, unable to handle the pressure of stares and the pressure of a monster cock.

I'm bullied down to my knees by his unrelenting pace. Even when I'm on my hands and knees, he doesn't break strides and fucks me with the same pattern.

War brings war to my pussy, and he wins. He isn't fucking me— that's too human, too civilized. What he's doing to me is animalistic.

He pinches my clit and teases my butt with the tip of his second cock. The thrill, fear, and pleasure make me look up at the sky. I look back down, and I meet the eyes of an Entertainer. With our eyes connected, with mud all over me, with a cock pummeling pleasure into me, I orgasm with a gasp.

War bottoms out, and he stays still to enjoy the contraction of my vaginal muscles. After a few seconds, he pulls out. I hear him beat his cock with a few strokes before splashing my back with cum. His orgasm is less conservative than mine. It's loud, unashamed, satisfied. He roars loud enough that I feel the vibrations in my chest.

With his cum pooled on my back, and the rest of me soaked in mud, rain, sweat, and slick, I look up and examine the camp.

I can't see a single Master in sight. It's like they knew better than to watch their boss pound their female onto the dirt. There are four Entertainers lingering around, and although it's a small crowd, I know the entire planet heard the sounds of our rutting.