Chapter 1

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.

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.

Kalman was well and truly impatient now, grabbed Jani’s narrow but shapely hips as handholds, and plunged his cock to the hilt into her dripping cunt in one smooth motion. Jani howled in delight, gripping onto the furs with clawed hands. She felt her master’s familiar hot throbbing cock deep inside her, triggering all her sensitive places, and saw stars in her vision with how hard her master pounded into her.

The general started pounding fast into Jani’s cunt, enjoying the heat of her sopping wet tunnel, as well as the sound of her cute shrieks and squeals. The flames from the candle sconces around the tent flickered, lighting the room with a dark shade of ocre. The shadows of the general and his slave casted upon the tent walls made the general look like a wild beast in heat, hunched over and thrusting away with wild abandon.

“Ahhh! Oh Master! K-keep pounding your little cockslave! Oh by the Gods your cock feels s-so good!” Jani blubbered, making sure to stimulate her master with the sound of her voice even amidst her own fiery ecstasy as her master hammered into her, wantonly and without mercy.

The tent was filled with the moans and screams of the little fuckdoll, and the slapping sound of flesh upon flesh.

“Oh Gods Maaasterr! I love your thick cock so fucking much! Pound me! Slam your h-hard cock into my tight little cunt!” Jani wailed as Kalman used her hips as handholds in order to fuck her even faster.

“Tight? I’ve used your pussy so much lately that it’s become quite loose. Look how easily my cock slides in and out, you loose fucking whore!” Kalman laughed, teasing his favored slave and slapped her ass.

Jani moaned, her face burned with humiliation at her master’s degrading words, yet still incredibly aroused as she thrust back her hips to slam herself back on her master’s cock.

“YES MASTER! Pound my loose whore cunt! I’ll try to make it tighter for you, I promise! Punish your little slut! Fuck me Master! Pound your little fuckdoll!”

Jani felt herself losing control as the familiar wave of pleasure started to build up deep inside her. Oh Gods, this is going to be a big one, she thought. Her arms gave out under her, losing the strength to hold herself up. Sinking down with her face against the floor, she could no longer make complete sentences, and could only moan and squeal incoherently as her master pounded her relentlessly into the furs.