¤¤¤¤This chapter contains a little bit of violent sex. Reader discretion is advised.¤¤¤¤
“Yes, my lord… harder!” The whore with huge tits moaned out loud as the General pounded into her from behind, her eyes closed in pleasure. He was rough, very rough, but being one who took delight in such rough play, a complete submissive with a never ending thirst for kink and pain, she found that she had quite met her perfect match.
General Alaric Macintyre did exactly as his whore for the night had asked, finding himself quite close to his relief himself.
He did this every eve of his battles— spent an entire night fucking instead of sleeping, or doing anything else. You could almost call it a tradition of sorts, for he had found that that was exactly what seemed to work for him.
You see, the General wasn’t one of those who slept much… rested much, for he seemed to hear these never ending cries and wails whenever he did, almost like people being slowly tortured to death. Morgana claimed they were the voices of all those he had killed during his many wars, and perhaps, they truly were, but he did not quite believe that himself, for he reasoned that perhaps they were figments of his imagination instead, voices that his conscience had put in place to perhaps scare him?
If only they were working.
Indeed, they were not, for if they were, he would not have been setting up in readiness for his next battle? He would have been holed up in some temple instead, seeking atonement for his sins… for all the blood shed that was on his hands, all the innocent men, women and children he had killed.
But no.
One thing greatly fueled him on, filled him with excitement as the days of battle drew nigh and nigh.
He was finally going to see Kendra Sullivan again after all that time.
After Morgana had oh so treacherously helped her escape. The only thing in his life that had seemed good and pure and true. But she was going to be back in his life soon.
He was going to finally see her again without the auspices of a fake alias and more lies, for the General found that he still wasn’t quite ready to forgive her for besting him like that. it was an admirable feat, yes, for he was seldom made a fool of like that, but it still didn't stop anger from fuelling his heart whenever he thought about it.
A gleam filled his eyes as he thought of all the ways he was going to punish her for fooling him so.
First, he was going to kill all the people in that stupid town she was holed up in, if he knew her quite like he thought he did, he was pretty sure she had made some nice friends by now.
Good.
That was going to make the thrill of their death an even more sweeter victory for him.
After he was done with them, he was going to move on to that Alpha of hers, Silvercrest. He was going to slowly torture that brute of an Alpha that she had left him for and them kill him right before her very eyes.
Then finally, he was going to claim her all to himself, exactly as Aphrodite had planned.
Oh yes, he had heard all about her Alpha’s Curse, and how she was his saving grace. But she belonged to him, and he was going to die before he saw some stinky, disgusting wolf claim his property.
As for her being a wolf, it was just but a malady, an ailment if you wanted to call it that. Once he got her all to himself, he was going to do whatever it took to rid her off that horrendous curse, and then they were going to live happily ever after.
But why was he thinking about this now when he had a very willing woman arched under him?
Could it be that perhaps, it was Kendra that he wanted under him? Could it be that it was only her sweet pussy that he wanted tightly squeezing his cock in this very moment?
The General shook his head angrily. Damn the beautiful bitch for occupying that much space in his mind like so.
Wanting to get the thoughts off his mind, he grabbed his plaything by the waist and roughly flipped her over, thrusting into her even harder than before, but she only moaned some more in pleasure, the action hardening the General’s cock even further as he imagined her to be the woman that plagued his dreams, his reality and his thoughts. Alaric grabbed her by the neck and viciously claimed her lips even as he squeezed, cutting off her air supply, “Who do you belong to? Fucking answer me, who do you belong to?” He asked gruffly.
“You my lord, I’m all yours.” The ample bosomed woman shrieked, not caring that everyone on the camp could literally hear her. She wanted them to hear her actually, hear her scream out her pleasure for the whole world to listen. He really was good… really good, but even she knew that she could never have him all to herself. That she couldn’t lay any sort of claim on him, even though she oh so desperately wanted to, for he was the one who called on her whenever he needed her, and never vice versa.
Who was she anyway?
She was no one. Just a whore charged to do her lord’s bidding whenever it pleased him.
And so the least she could so was enjoy this moment while she was living it. That seemed like a plan, right?
She was close.
So close to attaining that high that could only come from being pushed off that orgasmic edge.
But even she knew that it wasn’t her pleasure they were seeking today but his. It was the reason why she had been summoned from the brothel she normally worked at in the first place after all.
It certainly was their usual thing. Most of the time she was the only one he called, and other times, two other ladies were summoned in addition to her. They pleasured the General, who truly was insatiable all night on the eve of his battles… and then if they were lucky, and I do not say this lightly, they were rewarded for their diligence.
The ample bosomed whore heard a loud groan emanate from the General as he continued to pound into her, his mouth roughly latching onto one of her huge tits, suckling hard as though he wanted to completely drain her off any juices she had to offer… a loud groan that told her everything his words hadn’t.
He was close at well.
This time, rather than help him attain that pleasure, that erotic high he so much sought, the whore, Serai, decided to be selfish and seek hers first instead. Grabbing his huge hands, she palmed her tits, urging him to squeeze them… hard. Luckily for her, he yielded, pushing her right over the edge, joining her a few moments later with a grunt of his own as that now familiar high claimed him as well.
“You have been disobedient,” He said, not waiting for her to even catch her breath after such an exhilarating experience. “For that, I’m going to have to punish you,” He declared, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he stared her down, relishing in the brief look of panic that flitted across her countenance before it just as quickly disappeared.
She was scared of him.
Well good. For she had every right to be. He was still far from being sated, and the night was still too young after all.