The General part 21

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Yippy follows me inside, so I pick him up and carry him to the half-full bathtub where I scrub him clean.

Today I decide I can’t live another day indoors. I disobey War’s command and tidy up the tent. This place is so huge that it takes some effort to dust and sweep every corner.

My few belongings are folded and carefully stored in a corner. Although I’m sleeping in here, this still doesn’t feel like my space.

Entertainers bring food around the usual time. The meal is warm and makes my stomach feel funny. I knew this would happen. Last time I felt like this, I shrugged it off as being my nervousness around The General.

Now I know the truth. The Entertainers are poisoning me.

After dumping the food, I slip outside and go to The Healer. He’s with a patient, so I wait outside for a few minutes with a clean and happy Yippy at my heels.

It smells like lavender and burnt wood. The warm smells comfort my chest as I wait.

When the patient steps out, I can tell it’s a Master by his sheer bulk. I keep my eyes on his chest, but I don’t miss the shuffle of his feet. He’s surprised by me; maybe afraid because he knows The General is attached at my hip.

He leaves, and I wait for The Healer to welcome me.

“Come in,” he beckons.

I duck inside, and The Healer regards me with careful eyes. “What can I do for you?”

“Hello. I’ve been getting stomach aches. Please don’t report this to The General. I don’t want to…”

His eye fall to my hand at my belly. “To repeat the incident with Tantri? Yes, I’m well aware of what The General does to those that lift a hand against you. They lose it.”

I cringe, because he must have been the one that patched up Tantri after he was maimed. I haven’t seen Tantri since. I know he survived, but he was transferred off camp.

“You know I must report this to The General, right?”

I shake my head. I don’t want The General to get distracted by me again. I’ll simply have to start cooking my own meals.

“You can’t. He’ll go berserk.”

“He’ll end my life if he finds out I hid his child from him. When did you two last have sex?” he exhales. “This is odd. His medicine should have blocked any pregnancies, but I suppose there is nothing we can do about it now. Zolan will glady welcome more Masters.”

Pregnant?!

I cough. “No. I’m not pregnant. It’s food poisoning.”

The Healer blinks. “I see. From what?”

My arms cross over my belly as images storm through my mind. Sex, pregnancy, babies.

I never thought I’d be a mother. Not only because I don’t know if my DNA is compatible with Zolanos, but because I never thought I’d find a male. Much less someone as high-ranked as War.

“Uh, I’m not sure.”

“Come sit here. I will have to run tests. How has your sex been feeling? Is the oil working well?”

“Yes, thank you. I can walk normally now and I’m ready to get back to work.”

“Hmm… yes, I cannot make those calls. I only make and report observations. It’s up to The General if you can get back to normal duties.”

I sigh. “Right.”

He brings forward needles with different colored tips.

“Give me your arm and relax.”

I bring my arm forward and look away. One, ten pricks later, he cleans my arm up and sets everything aside.

“Good. It is nothing too serious, but you will need to stop consuming this food immediately.”

I touch my patched arm and slide off my seat. “Thank you. Will there be any side effects?”

“No. Is there anything else?”

“That’s all.”

His lip quirks. “Very well, then.”

Why is he so amused?

I look down at my wrinkled dress, wondering if I look silly. He seems to understand my unspoken question, because he says, “A few days ago, The General stopped by complaining about abnormalities as well.”

“What? Why? Is he sick?”

“Not physically, but he seemed convinced his metal health was falling apart because he does not react logically around you.”

Oh, fuck. The General actually came to discuss his crush on me?

"I— I should go…” I pick up Yippy and haul ass out of there. I feel more sick of my embarrassment than the spoiled food in my stomach.

I pass by the kitchen, ignoring the few people lingering outside, and slip inside. It feels almost criminal when I take a few ingredients and boil them to the usual broth I eat. I add extra spices to add flavor, burning a finger as I rush.

One servant leaves as soon as they enter when they see me inside. They probably fear getting hurt. After all, The General chopped Tantri’s hand in this very room.

I pack up and clean, making sure to bring enough food for dinner, and cover the bowl with a cloth.

“Yippy, come on!” I whisper on my way out.

A weight is lifted off my shoulders when I make it to the tent. I feed Yippy a few bites, and rise to my feet when The General enters. He’s still in a foul mood. It seems to darken when he makes eye contact with me.

“You cleaned.”

“Only a little,” I reply and brush my ponytail over a shoulder. “I couldn’t help it, and I didn’t get hurt.”

He removes his weapon belt and tosses it at the ground. Next, his boots and shirt come off. He sits on the bed and glares at his feet.

My feet inch toward him. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t act normal around you. I don’t understand it, and it is frustrating.”

I smile. I can’t help it, because he’s adorable when he gets like this. The big hunk is practically pouting as he stares at his enormous feet.

I close the distance between us and place my hands on his broad shoulders. Sinewy muscles ripple underneath my fingers, although he barely moves. Slowly, I hug his head to my belly. His hands find my hips and stay there.

“To answer the question you asked before we got interrupted, no, I did not take an Entertainer that day. My body only seems to want you.”

Joy and excitement sparks in me. It makes me happy being the one and only female in his mind; the owner of his desire.

“You must be stressed.”

He sighs a hot blow of air into my belly. “More than ever. There is work, and then there is you. I am going mad.”

A thought slithers into my mind. It includes me slithering to my knees and helping him relax.

The empowering image drives me down. I slowly lower myself, much to his confusion.

“You can play with Yippy later,” he tells me. “Let me hold you for a while longer.”

I bite my lip, thinking of a naughty response.

“No. I think I’d rather play with you.”

I study him. Did that sound awkward?

Based on the widening of his eyes, he found it anything but that.

I touch the bulge between his legs, unable to cup it with one hand, and I squeeze softly.

His groan ripples through the room and his adam’s apple bobs as he throws his head back.

With my confidence swelling along with his cocks, I tug at the ties on his pants and slip one hand inside. He’s still groaning to the skies when I grip him and pull the steely rod of destruction and creation out. He’s magnificent in his terror.

I only pull his top cock out, not feeling ready to tend to both. It’s a dark red, wine-color, pulsing along with his heart. It burns hot— hotter than his skin, and its taste… I lean forward and drag my tongue up the side of the shaft before finding his head and sucking on it.

A trembling sound I’ve never heard from him alarms me. I pull back, afraid I’ve hurt him. The expression on his face isn’t pain.

It looks like I’d be the one in pain from how hard he’d fuck me.

With my eyes on his, I get back to suckling. His tip is already wet, seeping some of his DNA down my throat instead of my aching, jealous pussy.

I try to avoid using my teeth as I pull him deeper. Of course, there’s only so many inches I can swallow before I choke. I retreat to his tip, discouraged by my performance, and stare at his abs.

War touches my jaw gently, and I look up.

“You are doing amazing.”

He swipes his thumb across my cheekbone, and I smile before ducking my head again. My attention remains on his tip. I squeeze and tug at the rest of his shaft as I lick, suck, and kiss the top of him. I notice he loves it when I simply brush his tip across my lips, so I do that until I feel him twitch particularly hard.

My lips seal around him and suck his strength, his lust, his seed, his groans. My tongue is frantically beckoning his tip to explode into my mouth.

His thighs tense, and his hand cups my jaw to pull me away.

I don’t release him. I suck hard, locking him on my lips, and take the first load. It’s so hot and thick that I cough in surprise, letting it drip all over the front of my dress.

I tried to be brave and swallow for him, but I’ll need more practice.

The General loops his hands under my armpits and lifts me to his lap so I’m sitting on the cock I was just loving.

He chuckles and kisses my lips that are still wet with his cum. “I should have beat that Lieutenant harder if he thought he would take you from me.”

Record screech.

I slide off him and stand between his parted thighs. “War…” I stay sternly. This is the first time I’ve addressed him by his first name. “Did you hurt the Lieutenant?”

He doesn’t seem phased by how I address him. “Of course I did. He disrespected me.”

Is that why he was in such a bad mood when he walked in?

“You can’t do that!” I walk away. “You can’t maim everyone that shows interest in me. Not Malik, not your coworkers. It’s not right.”

I wipe the back of my hand across my chin that’s still dripping with his semen.

“Let me worry about that,” War replies as he stands.

“Like I let you worry about everything else regarding my life? My friendships, my job?”

“Joan, get back in my arms.”

“No. I’m— I’m mad at you! Come on, Yippy. We’re leaving.”

“Female!” he steps forward.

I glare at him.

“You glare at me while still having the taste of me on your lips? Confusing creature!”

“You’re the confusing one. I’m out of here.” I pick up Yippy and stomp outside, my dress still a wet mess.

a/n: Did Joan overreact?