The General part 39

JOAN

My nails bite into my palms, and my clenched teeth fight each other.

With my eyes shooting daggers, I walk past War and the Entertainer, who straightens and looks at me with displeasure. Meanwhile, War looks amused.

I glare at him too for not kicking that bitch on her ass. I don’t care that she’s doing her job of satisfying Masters. War is my man, and she knows that by now.

Feeling jealous, I blurt as we pass by. “Yenni, remind me to get some candles. It reeks of desperation around here.”

The silly jab is the only thing I can offer. I’ve learned my lesson, and I can’t attack the Entertainer again. I don’t want to bring War any more trouble.

“Joan,” War calls for me.

My vagina— the traitorous bitch, clenches at the call of its Master.

Me, though? I’m feeling childish.

“Sorry, General. I have things to tend to.”

With that sassy response, I go on about my business. It’s not like War will be angry at me over the comment. That king of men is too confident to feel emasculated by being ignored. He’s probably smirking right now.

“You did well, Miss,” Yenni tells me when I enter our tent.

“Yenni, please call me Joan. I’m not above you.”

She takes the bag of spices I hold, which we previously argued about who gets to carry it, and sets it down.

“Of course you are. The General chose me to serve you, and I will do this job to the best of my ability.”

She smiles sweetly. I’m sure we’ll become close friends. I have yet to find out which Master she’s in love with, but I hope it works out for her because she’s a nice person.

She helps me to a bath. It still feels incredibly awkward to be looked after as if I’m some princess, so I often urge her to sit down and take a break.

When I’m done with my bath, I toss a robe that Yenni passes me. The material is so nice that I feel like hanging it up and never wearing it. Beside my hesitance, Yenni makes me slide it on.

“Why don’t you take a bath too?”

She looks at me as if I’ve suggested murder. “I can’t sit in The General’s bath tub!”

“Of course you can. It’s just a tub. I promise he won’t mind. This tent could catch fire and ruin everything in here and that goof would probably get mad at me for tossing a bucket of water into the flames.”

Her discomfort darkens. “You cannot call The General a goof. He would feel disrespected.”

I’m often surprised at how terrified everyone is of War. He’s so soft on me that I got comfortable quick.

“Come on. Sit in the tub and I’ll scrub your back.” I push my sleeves back and gesture to the tub.

“I am your maid, not the other way around,” she argues.

"Please, Yenni? It would make me thrilled. Hurry in, the water is getting cold.”

She looks at me, and back at the tub. “Can you not tell The General about this?”

“I won’t.”

She hesitates, but undresses. I’m happy to fold her dress aside and grab the cleansing oils. Yenni rushes through her bath, beside my warnings to slow down. I take my time to wash her back. We speak little, but I chuckle whenever she reminds me to hurry up.

This intimate exchange helps me bond with her. I’ve never been this physically close to an Entertainer; never got a chance to admire their beauty because so many of them only showed ugliness.

Yenni’s skin is flawless. She has no moles or birthmarks like humans do. Her chest is flat as Entertainers don’t have breasts, but her waist is nicely defined.

Some of my disdain for Entertainers is washed away as I cleanse Yenni. A weight is lifted off my shoulders as I close another door in my life. I’m moving on.

“Miss…” Yenni says nervously for the umpteenth time.

“Almost done!” I insist, determined to do a good job. “Let me get your hair.”

Outside, I hear War’s voice. "Go speak with the sergeant on the souther pasture. You two have a job to do. I’ve explained it all to him already.

"Yes, General,” a master replies.

A panicked Yenni rushes to her feet, sloshing water all over the ground. Afraid that she would slip and fall, I take her forearm. She loses balance and goes down, taking me with her. I land on a pool of water and flesh.

Yenni groans from my weight, and I open my mouth to apologize when the flap tent opens. To cover Yenni’s nakedness, I flatten my chest against her.

I look at War with widened eyes.

He’s frowning. Carefully, he asks. “What is this?”

“I slipped and fell on her,” I blurt.

“Yenni, you’re dismissed.”

Yenni squirms from under me. “Yes sir. Sorry, miss. Excuse me.”

I shift aside, and although Yenni is bare beside me, War’s eyes remain locked on mine. Yenni throws her dress on backwards. She isn’t even out of the tent before War scoops me off the ground single-handedly and presses me to his side.

“Tell me you weren’t about to fuck your maid.”

His dagger presses against my thigh. I reach down to re-adjust it, only to find that’s no dagger. His dick is out to hunt, and it’s hungry for me.

“Of course not. I’m not attracted to women.”

He tugs at his weapon belt with his free hand until it drops to the floor, and then he heaves me up until my legs are wrapped around his waist.

“I will finger-fuck you now.”

It’s unexpected, but not unwelcomed. I silently send gravity a thank you for throwing Yenni on top of me as I hug his neck and lock my hands in his hair.

I’m naked under my robe, so he’s quick to find my flowered pussy. He rubs my clit with a whisper’s touch, beckoning it to drool for him.

His face furrows into my robe until finding my left breast and latching on. For twenty minutes, he teases my clit and sucks on my chest. I don’t know if he can breathe against me or if his arms ache from holding my weight for so long, but he doesn’t break a sweat.

He’s slow with his caress, even when I drip down his fingers.

“War,” I groan. “Please.”

I’ve said these words many times, but he refuses to be rushed. I’m ready to die with frustration when he finally slides a thick finger into me.

“Faster, please.”

“Who does this cunt belong to?”

“You. You, of course,” I reply quickly.

My eagerness is awarded by a curl of his finger and faster thrusts.

I’m a happy girl as I hang from him and get my insides massaged by his thick, wet finger. So many hormones are raging inside me that I wouldn’t be surprised if milk came out of the tits War is currently devouring— although I’m sure he would drink that in fascination instead of showing disgust.

I moan here and there, and he maps out every spot that makes me sing.

For another fifteen minutes, he toys with me. Even if he has made me come twice in the past 24 hours, I’m still pulsing as if this is my first orgasm of all time.

“My cunt,” War snarls, the worlds slurred because his mouth still full of my breast.

He plunges a second finger in, and I’m a goner. I yell out, and become vaguely aware that he has lifted me up onto his shoulders to drink what leaks out of me.

Fuck. He’s a wild man.

His licks on my sensitive sex become too much, so I pull at his hair. “Please… I can’t anymore!”

He groans, and the vibrations that enter me make me crush his head between my thighs.

He seems to understand that I’m one lick away from passing out, so he kisses my inner thigh and draws patterns with the tip of his tongue.

I’m boneless.

He pulls me off his shoulders and hugs me to his chest. I snuggle into him, and try to remember what planet I’m on. Is this Earth or Zolan?

“I need more,” I rasp. “Take me, War. Please.”

He walks us to our bed, and I mentally prepare to welcome that monster length into me. I hope the healer is ready to tape me back together.

He sets me on the bed, and then he lies beside me.

“War?” I ask when he hugs me to his chest and remains still.

“Sleep.”

“What? But I want— I want—”

“You aren’t ready. I haven’t stretched you.”

“Yes, you have! I want it now.”

A large hand cracks on my ass. “Watch your tone with me,” he warns.

I whine. “Please?”

“I already told you I won’t rush into this. Sleep, love.”

Fine. If I have to seduce him, then so be it. I wonder if Yenni has transparent dresses like the ones Entertainers wear? I’ll have to ask her tomorrow.

A/N: About 7 chapters remain! I will start writing Ni’ev’s story afterward! Description:

Rosa POV

Hay, dios mio (oh my God)

If I have to spend another Valentine day alone, I’ll jump into the nearest volcano. That’s the closest I’ll get to being hot and bothered in a long time because while every human woman is in the jungle getting their spine shrunk by their alien husbands, I’m babysitting.

I’m the last unmarried woman on Ezron. Kira, Nebula, Lamara, Layla, Sarah, Elizabeth, and all the others have a man-- even bitchy Janice has one. I’m 28 years old, and I’ve spent the past four valentines eating fruits with toddlers and babies.

It’s not that I don’t have alien hunks chasing me-- trust me, Ezron is a jungle of eggplants and I’m the last peach available. I’ve gotten invitations from young Ezronians that are built thicker than the pyramid and hung longer than the swords they carry.

The issue is me. I’m a curvy, awkward, bilingual accountant and according to my calculations, I’m going to die alone. Sola. I can’t stand the presence of men. They make me blabber, blush, and blurt. Last time Kira set me up on a blind date, I nearly went blind myself from many times I blinked at the guy. I’m convinced I had been trying to blink fast enough to take flight and get out of there.

I’m not insecure. I’m confident with my body and get along with the girls well, but men are my kryptonite. I’ve had enough of this. I’m grabbing my fear of men by the horns, and then I’m grabbing an Ezronian by the dick.

My mission will be to dive into an environment full of men. I don’t think sneak into a spaceship full of Ezronian men is what the girls meant when they advised to get more exposure to them, but it’s the best idea I came up with. I’ll study them from afar, convince myself there’s no harm, and then I’ll try dating when I return to Ezron.

I’m sure I’ll be fine if I get caught spying. Ni’ev -- the quiet, older brother of Vrox, is the captain of the expedition. I don’t know much about him other than his dick is longer than my forearm, but he seems alright. I’m sure he won’t be pissed to find me crawling around the vents of his spaceship-- that is, if my damn hips fit in them.

a/n: Ni’ev’s book will be about 20 chapters (unless you guys convince me to write an extra 20 as usual 😭)