The light from the morning sun was too bright. My head was pounding, almost as if it was beating me up from the inside for having drank so much the night before. My face hurts. Why the fuck is my face hurting? Oh right. The princess kicked me in my face last night. I sat up on the bed, and massaged my temples. And where the fuck are my clothes?
The princess was bent at her waist, rummaging through one of the bundles of clothes she packed the day before. Her torn sleeping gown hung loosely off her shoulders. I pushed myself off the bed and walked towards her, uncertain of my own intentions. Was I angry? Or was I sorry? My mind was hazy because of this fucking drubbing in my head.
She turned around, startled, and leapt to her feet when she saw me standing stark naked next to her. She stepped away from me, her eyes darting between my face and my exposed cock. I took a step towards her, reaching out my hands, unsure of what I actually wanted to say or do. She retreated. I followed her, matching each of her backwards steps with a forward step of mine until she found herself sandwiched between me and the wall behind her back.
"Please...I'm still hurting." Heaving heavy breaths, the princess reached for my cock. "L-Let me help you instead..." She started pulling on my flaccid cock. I stood in front of her, my mind muddled from the incessant drumming in my head, undecided if this was what I had set out to do when I got out of bed just moments earlier. Regardless of what my ineffective brain was thinking, my cock started stiffening from the attention the princess was paying to it. I looked down at the princess gently massaging my cock. Her long blonde hair framing her beautiful face. Her sapphire blue eyes swollen from a night of tears. Her chest expanding with each heavy breath she took, pushing her nipples against the torn fabric of her gown.
She gasped as I grabbed onto her waist and spun her around, pressing her body against the wall. I lifted up the bottom of her gown and guided my cock towards her pussy. "W-w-wait. Arthur...wait." she implored, her hand reaching back in a feeble attempt to push me off her.
I pressed my cock up against her entrance. I slid the head of my cock up and down her slit, feeling the heat from her loins and the moisture coating her folds. She was wet today. Wetter than she was last night, or at least that was how I remembered it. "Arghhhh" I groaned into her ears as I pushed into her, my cock slid into her with ease like a hot knife cutting through a block of butter.
I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her towards me with each stroke. My pelvis clapped against her ass cheeks, emitting a satisfying SMACK with every thrust. My other arm went around her chest, moved the useless robes out of the way and groped her soft breasts. I fondled her breasts and teased her erect nipples, eliciting soft but unmistakable moans of pleasure from the princess.
"Ahhh..umpphh...oohhh..ahhh" the princess's gentle moans matched the rhythm of my thrusts.
Her pussy lips clung on to my cock as I pulled out of her. I turned her around to face me and lifted one of her legs with my arm before guiding my cock back into her. I resumed thrusting into her as she brought her arms around my neck, clinging on to me as she struggled to balance on one leg. Perspiration trickling down our bodies, I moved my hips with fervent intensity, feeling my pending orgasm.
"Aaahh...arghh...ahHH... ARGHH!" I groaned. Our eyes locked as I came inside the princess. Desire. Hate. Anguish. Fear. All the emotions melded into one as we held onto each other, our sweaty bodies plastered together.
***
We moved out at noon, not a minute later. Such is the efficiency the Kastran forces pride ourselves in. I rode at the apex with Lieutenant Dylan to my left. My right, a void, conspicuously empty. We led the troops North. The mounted cavalries followed close behind, while the battle-weary foot soldiers marched on. A baggage train followed at the rear, bringing along the food, weapons and supplies that we need, along with the high-value prisoners, and the princess.
We halted our horses and paused momentarily at the fork in the road. "You sure you want to do this, General?" Lieutenant Dylan asked.
I nodded. "You are in command now, Dylan."
I gathered a handful of my best cavalry and we rode off, peeling away from the rest of the army. Lieutenant Dylan took over command over the rest of the army, leading them onto the other path.
We rode for days, through forests and plains, across mountains and rivers. The grassy plains gave way to vast scorching sands. Eventually, the shimmering lights of the Inra Empire appeared in the distance. The walls surrounding the Empire stretched as far as the eye could see, even from a distance. Beyond the walls, a marbled palace rose in the distance, shining brightly in the reflected rays of the Sun overhead.
We reduced to a slow trot and stowed our weapons as we approached the gates. Guards began to emerge on the top of walls, bows drawn. The guards stationed outside the gates advanced towards us as I gave the signal for my men to halt.
"This is General Arthur of Kastra. I'm here to request an audience with Emperor Zameer."
***
Night had fallen by the time we were ushered into the Royal Palace of Inra and led towards the throne room. The opulence of the throne room surpassed the extravagance of the palace's exterior. The doors swung open and we stepped into the throne room laid with ruby encrusted flooring. Armed guards stood at attention along columns of gold trimmed pillars. Walls adjourned with priceless art pieces and rare artifacts, multiple beautiful women lazing upon luxurious chaise lounges adorned with fine embroidery that lined the sides of the room. At the back of the room, Emperor Zameer sat confidently on an outrageously gaudy golden throne, a woman kneeling in front of him between his legs, bobbing her head up and down his lap.
"Nice to see that you are doing well, Zameer." I greeted.
"Arthur! It's been a while! How nice of you to come all the way to visit!" We exchanged pleasantries as the woman continued with her blowjob, seemingly unperturbed by the presence of a dozen other men standing around in the room. The emperor grunted as he came down the woman's throat before waving the woman off. I mindfully averted my gaze as his spent cock came into view for a brief moment before he tucked it back under his pants.
"Zameer, I've travelled here to seek your support..." I started explaining the purpose of our trip before being interrupted. "I know why you are here, Arthur. We'll talk business later. Take a seat. You must be hungry. Let's have dinner first."
We took our place in the chaises and more women entered the room carrying trays of food. The line of women paraded across the room, each draped in exquisite sheer chiffon gowns, before splitting up and joining each of my men on their respective chaises. I ogled at the two woman who were walking towards me, studying their shapely bodies on semi-display underneath their translucent dresses, leaving little to the imagination. I held my breath as I caught glimpses of their legs leaving the confines of their dresses through the thigh high slits with each step they took.
The one in the turquoise dress and dark black hair flashed me a smile and placed the tray of food on the end of the lounge chair before taking her seat on my right, placing herself between me and the tray of food. She turned towards me and smiled as she crossed her legs and placed her hand on my biceps. "Nice to meet you, General. I'm Jasmine", she introduced herself with a smooth melodic voice.
I felt the cushion sink under the weight of another body on my left and a raspy voice whispered in my ear, "And my name's Ariel". I turned around to find another lady with fiery red hair and a turquoise dress sitting on my left, her hands folded nervously on her lap.