🔥 The General: Spicy Epilogue part 2

I’m lifted off my feet effortlessly by a man that has had me many times, but can’t get enough. I’m convinced he wants to fuck me until I forget about planet Earth and Zolan, and my only world becomes him.

He lays me on our bed, although not with the gentleness of our first wedding night. No. He throws me on the blankets, the impact emptying my lungs. Then, before I can recover, he’s between my legs, licking the mess of wetness that strings bridges of slick between my thighs.

My engorged pussy becomes engulfed by his hot, shameless mouth. He licks every unspeakable crevice he can find— my belly button, my vagina, my star, until my entire pelvis glistens with his saliva.

I’ve never thought my pussy was perfect. It’s lightly hairy, colored with mixes of pinks and browns, and textured with uneven skin, but this alien between my legs eats it like it’s a pretty, sweet cake with a cherry on top.

I’m moaning and grabbing onto his enormous shoulders for dear life because I suspect the orgasm that’s coming will kill me.

He hasn’t lifted his face for a single breath, too busy slobbering his face with my slick. All he does is suck and lick like he can’t seem to get close enough to me.

This is filthy. This is Raw.

He takes my hips, and without separating his face from my pelvis, lifts me off the blankets so my ass is off the bed. My head tips back onto the blankets. I look at the ceiling of our tent and smile at whatever Zolanian gods are watching me get devoured by the most powerful mortal— my General.

Even as he holds me against gravity with my hips in the air, I can’t stop leaking. He’s there to catch it all, though. Lapping, kissing, nipping. He shakes his head into me like a common animal, wetting his beard and cheeks. For being a good girl that sates his thirst, he growls and moans into my pussy, sending vibrations shooting through me.

He circles my clit with his tongue, making me wiggle under his unyielding grasp. That small little nub is enough to turn my body into a rocket ship and launch me into space. He knows this, and that’s why he likes to tease it with tantalizing gentle pressure. I half-heartedly fight him, trying to escape the paradoxical feelings of unease and pleasure, but he keeps me there because he knows what’s good for me. He grips my hips besides my wiggles and shrieks, and reminds my pussy that he’s the only man alive that can make me feel this way.

After enough delicious torture, he abandons my clit and sucks my whole labia into his mouth, pressing his face to and from me to create friction.

He releases my puffed, pulsing flesh from his mouth. “Ride me, Queen,” he growls.

I whimper and try to re-arrange myself so I straddle his hips, but he flips us over and makes me straddle his face. He keeps his mouth wide open and slaps my ass, beckoning me to ride his face until my orgasm is dripping down his throat.

I look down at him as I move my hips. My eyes are hooded, and my body overheating. My release is coming. I can feel it at the tip of my tongue, just like the man under me can feel my pussy on the tip of his tongue.

I must have not been riding his face fast enough, because he takes my hips and drives me up and down his face. The speed, pressure, and the unholy sounds of my wet skin slapping his tongue drive me over the edge. I arc my back. A cry comes from my mouth, and a tsunami comes from my pussy.

He consumes everything I drip, and when he’s satisfied, he puts me aside and rises. His cheeks are wet, and his beard is webbed with my slick. It’s a little embarrassing and arousing all at once.

“Get on your hands and knees, Joan.”

There’s a storm in his voice. He took all I had to give him, and now he’s ready to give. He’s going to give me the two hard cocks that are now pressing against his abdomen, pulsing with anger because they have been awakened. They demand release from the woman that did this to them.

My ass clenches in fear. I stare at his cocks in a post-orgasmic haze, and wonder what the fuck I got myself into.

Part 2:

I crawl on my hands and knees like a good little wife, hoping that if I behave, Raw won’t completely re-arrange my guts. I’m nervous, thrilled, and still orbiting around my out-of-body experience. That orgasm was one of the best he’s given me— so fulfilling that I’ll still feel a tingle in my toes a week from now.

My pussy is swollen and battered, but I still bear it for my husband. I want to welcome him inside and please him.

He takes my hips, and I prepare to feel him slip in. Instead, he gives me a last tease by licking me from pussy-to-ass.

“Hey!” I jump. “Enough licking..”

He slaps my ass. “This is my cunt.”

I wiggle my hips. “Prove it.”

Oh, he does. His tip lodges inside me, and all of my remaining energy focuses on taking it. He always rides my pussy hard, demanding that it stretch to its limits to make space for him. Although Raw is loving and caring of me, his cocks are viciously mean, only leaving me when I’m ruined with a puffy and pulsing pussy, sticky with his seed, half-conscious with exhaustion, and delirious with pleasure.

Slowly, he sinks into me. I arc my back to take him and give him a good view of my ass. I want to remind him that there’s a second hole he has to entertain.

He circles my star with his thumb, and I shyly clench before relaxing.

“Are you sure you want to try this?” he warns as he steadily inches his cock in and out of my pussy.

“Are you afraid, General?”

I feel something wet hit my back, and I realize he spat between my cheeks. With a final slap to my ass, he wedges his second cock in my ass. It takes many minutes of re-adjusting and gentle thrusts before both of my orifices are occupied by my husband.

My pussy and ass are being stretched by alien cocks. Oh, if mother could see me now.

Raw rides me. Gentle at first, although I can feel his cocks pulsing with vitality within me.

“Fuck, Joan. You look magnificent.”

I look over my shoulder and get a glimpse of him. His shoulders bulging, his expression fierce. I smile coyly at him, and he surges deeper than ever before, wiping the smirk right off my face.

I grip the blankets beneath me as be plummets deep, slamming against the back of my thighs and driving me up the bed with every thrust. There’s a thrilling burn in my ass, a sign that it will never be the same now that Raw is staking his claim on it.

I’m a bobbing, gasping mess under him. My hair is wild, my breasts sway beneath me, and I keep losing my grip. The only reason I’m not flat on my belly is that Raw holds me up by the hips, keeping me right where he wants me as he bulldozes into me.

My entrances widen and contract rapidly as he fills and empties me. There’s a burn in my thighs, and a building ache within me.

“Fates. Fates. Fuck!” He takes one of my legs and lifts it so I’m opened at a ninety-degree angle and balancing on only one knee. He fucks me harder, and although I know I’m not taking his full length, the momentum of his thrusts leaves my brain rattled.

My pussy flutters around him, begging for more.

“Love this cunt.” He snarls, putting my leg down to reach down and tap my pussy with a firm but gentle slap.

I whine when I feel him pull out of my rear end, but quickly shut up when I feel that second cock get pushed into my cunt to meet the one that’s already in there.

My general is crazy!

I try my best to relax. He eases in with the first few inches and rocks into me while filling my empty ass with the tip of his thumb.

“Fates, Joan. You were built for me.” He groans.

I arc my back until I feel like it’s going to snap, presenting all of myself. My puckered ass, my pussy overflowing with cock, my reddened cheeks, and the slick that covers my inner thighs.

Raw suddenly pulls out with a choked sound, and the next thing I know, semen is caked on my back and ass. I collapse on the blankets beneath me, boneless.

“Fates,” he sighs, laying beside me and cupping the back of my thigh. “Why are you perfect?”

“Not so perfect anymore,” I pant. “My butt is ruined.”

“You did well. Surprisingly well, actually.”

I grin. “I’ve been stretching just for you, husband.”

“I knew you have been up to something,” he grumbles and kisses my forehead. “You’re always scheming around me. What am I going to do with you?”

“Fuck my ass harder in punishment?" I offer.

He pulls a blanket to wipe my back clean, and then guides me into his embrace. “That grin on your face tells me you wouldn’t consider that a punishment.”

I chuckle and snuggle deeper into his wide chest. “Same time tomorrow?”

He strokes my ass. “Same time tomorrow.”

“And can you come inside my ass next time?”

“Fates, Joan. Stop talking before you get me hard enough that the only way to get rid of my erection will be by fucking you into the bed.”

I giggle. “Yes, General.”

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