THE WAR
Kuline was feeding me her complete and total amount of all that her system could produce. Her balls tightened. Her pucker tightened, and I drank all of her cum. My ass was becoming dry as Azalea had been pounding me for near an hour. I started to complain only to hear:
"Oh Goddess! YES!" I felt her pulsating inside of me. I dropped on the pillow covered in my spit and Kuline's drippings. I had been fed from both ends with thick and pure Futah cum.
The high hit me immediately. This time I could not hide it.
"He's addicted." I heard Kuline say as she slid down next to me. Azalea laid down on the other side.
"Well he will be sharp without us by his side. Trust him." Azalea rubbed my back as I began to sleep on her shoulder.
Kuline was licking the cum from my backside. She looked up. "I do trust him." I felt her tongue soothing my gaping hole.
The next morning I interviewed Captains of the warships and the trading ships. 4 warships, and 16 trading ships. I proposed the use some of the cannon we were hauling as defense. The traders all agreed and began drilling the women and Futah on board.
While that happened I gathered all of my drawings and schematics, and went to the National University's electrical engineering building. I had my full array of guard with me, so there was some pomp to the whole trip.
I met with the head professor, and over the day explained what each paper was and how it was wired. I introduced alternating current to her, explaining how it was more reliable and with turbines in the rivers and in the windy plains we could make enough for the whole continent.
The Futah looked at me like I was from Mars...at first. Then began asking questions, taking meticulous notes on everything I said.
I finally felt like something was accomplished when she began to draw diagrams of AC wiring and transformers. I smiled, shook her hand and thought I'd be back in a year to see how things were coming along.
"Luanda, let's get home. We only have 3 days till we leave." Luanda nodded and we got into the coach.
"You went to the University today Michael?" Azalea asked in a higher pitch voice than normal.
"I did. I told you my plans."
"Yet I never gave permission for those plans to come to fruition." She said now staring at me as she shoveled meat into her mouth.
"No you gave me a glazed over look that said you were confused, and we were interrupted baby." I said quietly enough that only she could hear it.
"I don't want my world to be like yours!" She hissed quietly back.
"It won't. Trust me baby. I only gave the clean solutions."
"Next time you ask me first or I will be forced to punish you! I have to pretend I knew all about this, and I don't understand a word of it. So before you leave I will need a refresher course for when the press begins catching wind of this!!" She could barely contain her annoyed voice to slightly below, in volume, to her normal voice.
"Yes my Queen." I said as Kuline sat down late.
"What did I miss?" She smiled brightly seeing my guilty face and Azalea's frustrated one.
"We will discuss it after dinner.' Azalea was tired of it all.
The next few days had me teaching her all the details of the plans I had handed the professor. I drilled my crews and used a stopwatch to get them to load cannons faster in the event we came upon a Zulu ship. I detailed my plans to help the Natives with Azalea and Kuline. The afternoon before we left I held ship to ship battle simulations. That turned out to be a total nightmare. My only hope was to hit the Native Lands without a battle.
Luanda and Azalea greeted me at the breakfast.
"I'm going to ask you have a second body guard other than Luanda." Azalea said as I was served coffee.
"My love, not sure I will need it, I will be surrounded by troops." I said. She wasn't listening to me at all.
"Her name is Greta, she's a Nordic woman, yellow hair, tall for a woman, the whole Viking look. In her tribe they call her a "Shield Maiden." She's very attractive. When you return, if she is pregnant, you may keep her as yours. If her virginity is not taken, I will give her to Luanda." She looked up at me from her breakfast plate. "You fuck her, you own her." She said. I nodded. I was about to ask a question, but my wife cut me off.
"She's defeated 6 Futah in the fighting rings. 3 were champions. She's very fast. I hope you the two of you get along.
I've packed 4 vials of our cum for you, so when you need to relax, you can have a sip and get a bit tipsy. You can't lie to us anymore. We all know you are addicted now. Try to conserve it. In an emergency, I gave your slave permission to fuck your face or ass. ONLY in an emergency that you start losing your wits. Do you understand little husband?"
"Yes my love."
"Come kiss me, then see to your other wife who is currently scaring the hell out of your 20 Captains." Azalea smiled. I got out of my chair and walked up the table to where our Queen sat. I knelt as a sign of respect and love and kissed her romantically for a solid ten minutes. One of my hands on her ample breast, the other on her thick cock.
"I love you Michael. Make sure he comes back to me Luanda, or I will kill you very slowly!"
"I will bring him home my Queen. If he doesn't come home it will only because they killed me first!" Luanda stood and reported.
"I love you Dearest. I'll get home as fast as I can!" I said. I waved Luanda to me and she followed me out of the dining room, then out of the palace. The ride was short to the docks. Luanda looked out the window not speaking. I didn't have a lot to say either. Neither of us knew what we were in for.
The salt air washed over my face like a welcome. I was not a sailor, per-say but I had learned to like it since I had arrived in this strange timeline. The sun was out, the seas were calm, and once I got past the harbor I would catch a decent wind to get me north.
Kuline greeted me on the pier next to the Flagship of my convoy. She was dressed in full regalia, as was I. (Though I had not earned half of the medals and rank on my uniform).
"Baby!" She dropped all decorum, and hugged me tight. The crews looked to find something to look busy, trying to ignore what was happening.
"Do you have all the vials me and our wife saved up for you?" She asked. I nodded.
"Where is that yellow haired girl that our wife asked me to take?" I asked.
"In your chambers. Cleaning I think." Kuline muttered. "Luanda kiss me before you go you sexy little Futah!" Kuline nearly yelled. I was quite embarrassed this was happening in front of my crews.
"You better keep my husband safe or.." Kuline started.
"I know slow death. Your wife threatened me plenty." Luanda smiled at the larger Futah. Kuline leaned down and whispered something into Luanda's ear. Luanda stepped back and away from her as Kuline kissed me passionately. Tears were streaming from her eyes.
"You come home to me husband. I love you and I need you. Do the job and come home okay?" She said in a shaky voice.
"I will. I love you." I said as I let go of her hands and walked up the gang plank to the N.N.S. Albatross.
(Bite me Samuel Taylor Coleridge, I'm gonna make this work.) I thought to myself.
"What did she say to you?" I asked Luanda as we got on board.
"I'm not allowed to say."
"I'm your Master."
"I will tell you when we are under sail Master.'
"Fine." I sighed. I headed directly to my quarters to see this new bodyguard that was female.
"Large white woman." They had said. She was damned near Futah sized. Easily 6-4", and ripped with solid muscles. If not for her heavy breasts, and breeder hips she'd have looked like a man,
"My Prince? Err Captain? What do I call you, and why are you looking at me like that?" Greta asked. I was staring at her bare tits.
"Master in private, Captain topside and on land in front of others. I own you. You are to keep me alive if Luanda here," I pointed next to me to the military dressed futah to my right, "falls."
"Queen said you don't own me yet. Gotta put a babe in my womb." She said quietly.
"We'll start that process after we are on the way home. I am still your Prince! Know that if we will survive, I will own you, so just get used to it now alright!" I hadn't realized I was speaking so forcefully, till Greta lowered her head.
"Yes Master."
"Excellent, what weapons are you proficient in, and..." I talked to her through the night as we had set sail.
That night I put the cum vials away in a chest that was going to stay on the ship. I brought Luanda to my bed and had her fuck me. After a drink or two and some conversation I fell asleep after she fed me a second load. I woke next to her cock which was hard again. I didn't need any cum this morning. I needed food. Greta woke from the floor of my chambers and dressed in her traditional garb. I was fascinated by her chain-mail armor. I had never seen the real thing. I also caught a handful of her very firm ass as we walked to the officers mess hall.
I kept Luanda with me, and she knelt, then ate on the floor as breakfast was served.
"Captain is it true that this is your first war mission on a ship?" My quarter-mistress asked. She was a fine black woman, small built, but had a sharp look in her eye.
"Ms?" I asked.
"Sorry, Lt. Ugina Habibi, I'm your quarter-mistress."
"I have sailed in ships you cannot imagine. I have a ton of stratagems I have learned from 6000 years of history. Let me assure you, that I will not fail." I said looking down at my plate.
