Author's note: This is a re-upload of the first chapter. The first time I wrote this chapter, I just threw it up to Literotica without any real care, and didn't do any editing. I figured now that I'm committed to making quality content, I should probably re-upload the first two chapters. Thanks a lot to everyone who has supported me, and rated my chapters so highly!
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General Kalman
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General Kalman Volk, brother to the King, looked out over the field after the battle. The broken spears and shields were solid black silhouettes against the dusk sky, bright red like blood on porcelain. Wispy clouds, dyed purple by the sinking sun, decorated the sky like the torn banners that flapped listlessly from the broken spears. The day had been won after a glorious day of battle, the general had led the troops personally, the godless barbarians fell beneath his great glaive by the droves, like so many stalks of wheat.
Not even a challenge
, thought the general. His men stood around him, sitting astride his gigantic chestnut warhorse, looking up at him expectantly. The general was a giant of a man, with a messy red mane and a wide, spiky beard of the same color. He was the greatest martial talent ever produced by the realm, and was the one the King sent whenever he needed someone to get things done quickly. The Kaskarian barbarians to the west had been increasingly brazen with their raiding parties, and the King, now old and bedridden due to illness, sent his brother to the front as a show of force in order to secure the border quickly so as to avoid showing any weakness to their neighbors.
Not satisfied by the battle, the general's blood still roared in his veins, he turned his horse, leading his men back towards camp. He eagerly broke his horse into a canter, knowing what awaits him back at camp, but then slowed once he heard his tired troops groan as they had to run in order to keep up.
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Arriving back at the camp, the general dismounted his horse, and beelined towards his great tent. Barely paying attention to his page, who took his horse to be fed and watered, he strode into his tent, pushing away the heavy curtains that served as a doorway with a single sweep of his arm. The interior of the tent was dimly lit, a giant red rug lined the floor, with lion and tiger skins strewn about. Other than the rugs and skins, it was a relatively sparsely decorated tent, designed for comfort and ease of transportation. What caught the general's eye, however, was the sight of his favorite pleasure slave, Jani, fully naked save for an iron collar with three glistening topazes, and oiled with scented lavender from head to toe.
The slave was a petite blonde, presumably from some northern barbarian tribe, as her features aren't broad and sharp enough for her to be a Kaskarian. She kept her hair long, knowing her master liked to keep a tight grip on it while pounding her from behind. Delicate features, foxy eyes with dark eye-colors around them, making her look like a wanton slut. A small but well shaped nose, and a small, pouty mouth adorned her almond shaped face, which tapered to a small, pointed chin. She delighted in serving her master, and knew that he was especially savage with her when his blood was high after a day's battle. The general was indiscriminate with his usage of her holes, and she kept both of them well lubricated in anticipation of a hard fucking.
The general approached Jani, stripping off his light leather armor which he preferred for its superior comfort and maneuverability, and lowering his breeches to reveal his already hardening erection. Jani smiled, recognizing the familiar hunger and the hint of savagery in her master's eyes. She crawled slowly towards her master across the thick furs on the tent floor, arching her back, coming to a stop and kneeled with her face directly under her master's member, licking at his balls gently.
"Mmmm master, you taste so manly..." Jani cooed as she lapped with her tongue, tasting and smelling her master's scent.
Kalman closed his eyes, lifted his head towards the ceiling and groaned, enjoying his slave's loving ministrations. On a more leisurely day, he might've let her continue, and spent an hour or two enjoying a thorough blowjob; but unsatisfied with the day's battle, and with his blood still pounding through his veins, he needed to unleash his frustrations and the tension in his body.
The giant of a man growled and flipped his slave around, facing away from him and with her pert ass pointing up towards him. Jani squealed, a cute little sound that only served to inflame him further along with her fragrant lavender aroma. He fingered her pussy, noting how wet it was already, and then moved his fingers up to her pink, puckered asshole. With some surprise and amusement, he realized that she had lubricated her asshole in preparation as well.
Feeling his master's fingers around her rear entrance, Jani smiled, looking back at her master, she purred. "I made sure I'm ready for you, Master. Take any hole you like, pound your little fucktoy..."
Kalman smiled back. "Mmm... This is why you're my favorite little slave, Jani. You always know what I need..."
He tweaked her asshole with his thumb, then moved back down to her soaking wet cunt.
"Since you're always so considerate of me... I think... Just for today, I'll spare your little asshole."
"Aww...." Jani crooned, feigning disappointment, but breathed a sigh of relief on the inside. She had prepared herself beforehand, like she always have, but seeing the savage glint in her master's eyes when he walked into the tent, she had already regretted it. Although if Kalman had wanted her ass, there was nought she could do to stop him, and if he
had
decided on her rear hole, she knew she would not be able to walk the next day.
