by J. E. Keep
“Lha,” she cursed to her Goddess, her body going lax as she almost lost a grip on Saghar’s rigid shaft. His cock fell against her thick lower lip, but she wouldn’t let herself stop so easily. Her tongue pushed out again, licking off that smear of precum as her red pussy contracted tightly around Ramtok. He was so huge and her body was protesting, but she was too wet for it to make a difference.
The mighty warrior grasped her by her breast and hip, and whenhe’d gotten a few inches of his girth into her, he began to tug back a bit then force himself in just a bit further. He repeated this motion again and again, pushing more and more of himself into her with each new thrust of his dick. All the while he grunted his pleasure and never ceased to squeeze and tend to her flesh.
Saghar, meanwhile, kept his place, and only his pecs and abs moved, twitching as her mouth moved along his rigid cock. The sensations prompted such uncontrollable reactions in him as he watched her lips move against him, and his brother rut her with increasing intensity.
They were subtle, but she watched through lidded eyes while moaning lewdly. She felt so full, her entire body still buzzing with energy, and her legs pressed back further towards her chest.
Her tongue whorled around Saghar before she dove down, her mouth spreading open nearly so wide as her cunny, feeling both of the Kron throb in her body.
Ramtok was so much larger and physically stronger than his brother, and he couldn’t help but begin to ram that thick dick of his into her a little harder than the more slender Saghar ever had. Those thick, ridge like veins on his cock providing such stimulation to her stuffed quim as he plowed into her again and again with an increasing speed and force.
All the while, she supped at the other brother’s cock with her mouth, those dark eyes of his, so strange and different — so keenly aware, as if they held more cunning secrets than his brother ever could — locked on her. She could almost read it in his gaze then. How strange it was for him to have a matron suckle at his dick like that. And how much he liked it. If she doubted her eyes, the little spurt of creamy seed affirmed it for her as her body was jostled by Ramtok’s thrusts.
Her body flushed with the awareness, with that strange pleasure that their cocks contained, but she never stopped. Even as she was fucked so hard, her body screaming with such delight, she didn’t stop licking Saghar’s dick, massaging it with such interest. Every time her tongue swept over those bulging veins she had to quiet a moan, the hum traveling through his flesh.
Her hand grasped his thigh, held him to her tighter as her cunny massaged Ramtok’s pounding flesh, her slickened sex beginning to drip down onto the bed.
The loud slap of those heavy balls striking her pale, honey-wet ass filled the longhouse. Ramtok’s grunts and groans as he did his best to angle that thick girth into her pleasurably, it all added to the sound to produce a musical number unlike any she’d heard.
All the while Saghar’s eyes held to hers, and they glimmered with something unseen. As if dark secrets were hidden there as she worked his cock with her mouth and hand. That thick cock twitched in her hand, and his brother’s throbbed wider in her cunt, one then the other in quick succession as the glistening muscles of Ramtok heaved over her.
She surrendered herself to them, to the ecstasy they promised, and she sucked Saghar harder, more purposefully as she felt herself topple over the peak.
Already her body was exhausted from the intensity, but it didn’t matter. Aleena still wanted more, to experience more, and her hand pumped his cock as her tongue begged for his release, for the three of them to share in something so special.
Yet all the while Ramtok hammered into her, and as her tight quim responded with a flood of honey at his satisfying thrusts, he toppled over that precipice. He bucked erratically and had thrown back his head to let loose a roar of pure ecstasy as he unleashed his creamy load into her. “Mokrata!” he yelled in his native tongue, as he pumped that seemingly endless load into her.
Kron men weren’t accustomed or built for oral pleasures. Saghar didn’t know the satisfaction of sweet, attentive lips working his cock. But they did such a number upon him that his eyes couldn’t help but roll back into his head, forcing him to tear his gaze away from her. He grunted lewdly and she tasted that obscene flood of creamy seed stream into her mouth.
Just as it had been when Saghar had fucked her, the heavy load of virile cum dwarfed that of any man or elf she’d known. It flowed so copiously, she couldn’t keep up with it, and it spilled from her mouth to drool down from the corners of her lips as his sac continued to empty itself.
She felt their combined cum flow all around her, dripping onto the bed, but it was so sweet. She coughed and sputtered as she pulled back from Saghar’s dick to swallow his load, closing her eyes as the torrent sprayed across her nose and cheeks. She gasped as she drank the seed down, her mouth opening and catching another stream on her out-hanging tongue.
Her cunny squeezed the other man so tightly as she whimpered, the pale elf covered in Kron seed.
It was so blissfully perfect, but when Ramtok lowered his head and looked to her with his fanged face all gaped, he looked shocked. His eyes darted between the two of them, and Aleena saw the sort of guilty look on Saghar’s face as he diverted his gaze.
“Matron,” came the warrior brother’s startled voice. “You spurned his essence?” he questioned with confusion, and he tried to tug back, but those thick, rigid veins locked her in him some and he only succeeded in tugging her down the bed a couple inches.
“It is her choice,” retorted the more slender brother as she still held his cock. There was clearly some cultural significance of the situation beyond her ability to predict.
She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, though it did little to clean up the white mess on her face. Tilting her head she looked between the two, her brows furrowed in confusion. “Just this time,” she said cautiously. “Variety helps bring spice to life, after all.”
The larger brother looked confused by her explanation, but Saghar spoke up. “It is okay, brother. Elven ways are different,” he said and gave a shrug of his shoulders. “You can go take a patrol around, while I start the food.”
Even while she was a mess, the larger brother held her in place then plucked himself free to go get ready and do exactly that.
Saghar, however, kept his place and looked back to her after Ramtok left. “It is okay, matron,” he said in a low voice. “It is just the nature of Kron breeding that all males contribute to the siring of a matron’s brood. To spurn a male’s seed from her womb is” — he struggled for the word, looking aside then back to her — “an act of extreme disregard. A way of saying a mate’s cream is unworthy to help nourish the child a matron and her concubines make within her.”
For all his cultural lesson, he never moved from her side, never ceased watching her. Never quite lost his erection.
She wasn’t aware of how heavily she was breathing, but she felt a dollop of cum fall from her chin into her chest and suddenly realized how hot she was. How they’d set her on fire, and she took in a deep, cleansing breath.
“I did not know that,” she admitted. No one had bothered to inform her much on the ways of Kron breeding, if only because of the intense taboo regarding it. “No offense,” she added on sincerely, even though she knew he was excited by it more than anything, and her lips quirked into a smile. “Or should I apologize to Ramtok instead?”
The more slender brother — though still quite towering and muscular — cracked a wry smile then shook his head. “He will not understand,” he said assuredly. “He is a troublemaker in many ways, but when it comes to the ways of mating?” He chuckled gruffly. “He is set in the ways of our people. Nothing you say could change his mind that you snubbed me in front of him. If you tried you might only succeed in convincing him you’re an unfit matron instead.”
The tall Kron watched her, trailed a finger up her breast, hoisted just a bit of his pearly white cream on a finger then lofte
d it to her mouth. “I understand elven ways are different, though.”
“Quite a bit,” she murmured before accepting his offering into her mouth, her tongue whorling about it seductively as she stared at him. It was a shame she wouldn’t be able to taste the other Kron’s cock, and she felt her body throb with the thought. Her breathing was still rapid, but as she suckled his cum from the rough digit, it held in her chest.
He watched her with such delight as she consumed his seed and lay there coated in it. Though at last, and reluctantly, he withdrew. “He will be insufferable for a while, thinking he is your chosen favourite.” He bent forward though, bringing his face near to hers. “However, I know better,” he said in a conspiratorial tone, just before he leaned in and kissed her cum-stained lips, tasting the salty tang of his own seed.
She pressed into him so passionately, even as her mind whirled and her body succumbed to exhaustion. Her grip on his thigh lightened until finally she lay back on the bed. The day had been exhausting and stressful, but the evening had been so delightful.
Until she managed to step on Ramtok’s toes, at least.
As Saghar pulled back, he gave her a broad grin. “Relax, matron,” he urged. “I shall prepare the meal for you. Rest and be at ease,” he said in a soothing tone, moving off to the fire to tend to her other needs.
Chapter 15 – The Front
The military camp was never quiet. The rattle of machine guns off at the front and the boom of mortars never quite ceased entirely. The Kron Confederacy, or whatever hellish name those fiends called themselves, would get daring if the Union forces ever ceased their firing. They sensed weakness like a starving animal, and conserving the precious explosives and ammo was one sign they were always on the watch for.
Some doubtlessly self-described cunning Generals and Marshals thought to use that to their advantage with somewhat regularity, though it never worked. The hordes on the other side of the trenches never seemed to dwindle, and always came back with more and more bodies to throw on the pyre.
The increased fire of the past day, however, made Sergeant Levek worry. He knew what it meant. The brass was planning an offensive. Doubtless because some fool young officer was now in a new position of authority and thought to make a name for himself by finding that breakthrough they all sought after, but could never find.
Despite what it would mean for his future, however, he knew it made for a prime opportunity to slip away, and beneath the dark skies he caught Caslian walking by the medical tents.
“Psst.” He ushered her, grabbing her attention from that usual spot in the dim alleyway. It’d been a few nights since he’d saved her from those ravenous soldiers, and he did all he could to check up on her since.
It broke his heart to see her smile shyly as she glanced around, her motions so much more cautious than before. There wasn’t the same exuberant greeting, the wide smile and the loud hello. Instead it was quiet, subdued, but still she never lost that appreciation and happiness as she looked at him.
The small woman moved towards him so quietly, her delicate limbs hidden in the plain, brown uniform. “Hi, Sergeant.”
Adherence to the formalities of rank was abysmal at the best of times usually, but between them it was a growing familiarity that was the cause, not a dereliction of duty.
He was a tall man and his thick trench coat added some bulk to the swarthy man’s frame. “C’mon.” He motioned behind him, trusting she’d follow.
He led her on through the maze of tents and off towards the spot he’d found. Nestled amongst the clutter of supplies, the lumber, packed high, formed a hidden little square nook that he had to squeeze through a narrow opening to get to. It served as a solitary getaway in the ever-busy camp, and even muted the sounds of the gunfire. Only the stars and moon to light them up there.
As she slipped through, her pixie-like form fitting so easily through the narrow entrance, he smiled. “How’ve you been, Cas?”
She shrugged, and he knew it must have been a rough day, but that smile on her beautiful tan face never faltered. Her flaxen hair was still tied back in a bun, showing off the smooth lines of her jaw and her wide, hazel eyes. “How about you?” she asked, her sweet voice so quiet.
He almost shrugged his shoulders in return, but he knew he had to be more upbeat for her. That day he’d rescued her, something beautiful and special had died from the world despite his best efforts, and he wanted to make sure no more went with it.
“I’ve been thinkin’ a lot, Cas,” he said casually, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a tinfoil-wrapped bar. “Want some?” he offered with a wry smile. Opening it up, he showed it was chocolate inside. Rare, gritty, low-quality chocolate, that was as prized as gold at the front.
She nodded eagerly and reached out her hand, her palm facing up. She was still so fresh to the front lines, but she’d already learned that niceties were in her past. All that lay ahead was bleak, grim work and death.
And fear.
“Thanks, Levek,” she said softly, moving closer to him. She hated to have any space between them, her arm brushing his. “Where’d you get it?”
Breaking off a small chunk, he then handed over the bulk of it in its tinfoil to her generously. With a bright smile he bit into his piece and shrugged his shoulders. “You don’t live along the front as long as I have without learning how to get the rare things.” He leaned back against the wooden stack and tilted towards her. He was a strikingly handsome man, and had managed to avoid the patchwork of scars most frontline soldiers got after any time in the fight. His smooth caramel skin and sleek dark hair complemented his southern look remarkably well.
She moved with him, crowding his circle as she began to devour the chocolate, somehow managing to look like she was savouring every quick bite. “What were you thinkin’ about?” she asked, her head tilting up towards him.
Despite it all, she remained so wonderful. The only spot of purity and goodness in the foul pits of the front. Levek wanted so bad to hold her, stroke her hair, and tell her everything would be alright. He didn’t dare touch her unless necessary though. He didn’t want to sully her with his own imperfections. His own baser instincts.
“Leavin’ the war,” he said as he chewed the last of his tiny chunk of chocolate. “I’ve been out here for nearly two decades,” he said with barely a betrayal of how much that realization saddened him. His mind was on something more important anyhow: her leaving the war.
Her mouth dropped open and her head tilted, as if what he’d said shocked her. Perhaps it was his age, or maybe it was just the idea of him leaving the war, and she trembled slightly at his side. It took her a long time before she swallowed back another piece of chocolate, and somehow she’d eaten the entire bar in just moments.
“You... you wanna leave?”
Put like that, he didn’t know how to answer it. He had resigned himself to a lifetime of fighting at the front. He’d do it until he died. Technically, once he reached the twenty-year mark he could apply for a discharge, but they always managed to come up with excuses to keep people on after that. Only those with connections got out. Ever.
Mulling it over, he chewed his chocolate thoroughly until done, then at last swallowed it down. “I’m nearly at that point anyhow,” he said. “Discharge and all.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I would’ve kept on forever though, before. Felt I could do the best here for my men. But then...” He looked to her, then away in an oddly shy manner.
But then her.
Her eyes were glassy and she blinked it away, instead managing a small, struggled smile. She wanted to be happy for him, even in the midst of her presumed abandonment. “That’s... that’s great, Levek. Then you can go feed a goat for me.” She swallowed the lump in her throat, the precious young woman so forlorn and yet trying her best to support him.
He looked to her in time to detect her feelings, even in the dark of night. “There’s only one thing,” he said, pulling out a kerchief and wiping his fingers of any trace of
the lingering chocolate. He managed to make himself appear calm and cool in the face of his raging emotions. The urge to fall to his knees and beg her to come with him.
Her eyes blinked again, avoiding him for the first time since she’d met him. “You’ve done your duty,” she said, shaking her head, “anyone can see that.”
With a chuckle, he shook his head. “That’s not it,” he said with a wry smile. “I just don’t have any notion... any drive,” he corrected himself, “to go it alone.” He looked up at the starry sky, the sounds of machine guns and mortar shells exploding so distant to him as to seem from another world. “There ain’t a world out there for me by myself, Cas. My folk are all dead or gone. And everyone in the world I know or care for is here.” He looked down to her pointedly, his hazel eyes glistening in the dark of night.
Her hand brushed away a tear as she shook her head. “Levek, I can’t leave. I just got here.” Her slender body trembled and she paced from foot to foot.
“There’s ways,” he said to her, though, seeing her so upset, he bent down to her level. “Look, I ain’t gonna leave here without you.” His voice was reassuring, a smile forced to his face, because he hated to see her cry, no matter the cause, but especially when it was because of him. “I like you. I wanna look out for you, but...” He trailed off and looked aside, trying to think of how best to say it. “The thing is, Cas... this place is just hell. It’s hell,” he sighed. “You ain’t meant for a life like this. Nobody was. But especially not you.”
“But I have to be here...” She took a deep breath in. “Levek, I know I’m not gonna make it to two decades. I don’t even know if I’ll make it one, but I gotta try. My family’s counting on me.” It was one of the first times he’d ever heard her sound so dreary. So honest.
“If we run away, they’ll find me, and then it’ll be so much worse.”
There she was, worried about others, and it broke his heart. He wanted so badly to rescue her, but her mind was on those she felt she could save.
