🔥 The General: Spicy Epilogue part 1

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JOAN

It’s been four months since my wedding, and so much has changed. The settlement’s population has increased to twenty-six males and eight females, and our territory has been named NOJA. At first, I didn’t see anything special about the name. The General didn’t say there was any meaning behind it. Then, I realized it was an anagram of my name. Noja is Joan.

Once I made the connection, I fell deeper in love with my hardened, thoughtful alien warrior.

The settlement is feeling more like home every day. Dozens of tents have been put up, along with a perimeter wall. I’m becoming closer with the other females and have been helping Yenni with her transition into motherhood. She is flourishing with her pregnancy. Seeing my friend’s body change has inspired a want deep within me. I’m happy for her, and the thought of giving Raw a bundle of our love thrills me.

I know he has been ready for a long time. He’s a provider. He loves to lead and care for me. A child would only give him more purpose. Still, he has been patient and spilled his seed on my legs every time he entered me.

Soon, I’ll ask him to spill inside me, but there’s something else we need to explore first. I’ve never taken both of his cocks at once. Taking one leaves me shaking and delirious, so I was convinced that two would kill me. I know it would bring him great pleasure to fill me to the brim, and I want that for him.

Although he’s the leader of our settlement, I want my body to be his home, so he finds peace and joy whenever he enters it.

He’s so good to me. I try to remind him I love him every day, but today, I’m doubling my efforts. Without him knowing, I’ve been stretching my body, preparing to take him. It was a difficult journey since exploring my body with my fingers was uncomfortable. I hadn’t touched myself in months, because my husband was always there to take care of my needs.

When he gets home tonight, I’m going to blow his mind — and probably my back, as I take all he offers.

I arrived early today to make sure everything was in place. After I cleaned the tent, I ran a bath. The water in the tub is steaming, and I’m adding odorous petals all around. I can’t stop grinning. The smile on my face is as wide as my orifices will be when he shoves me full of cock.

Most of the camp will be away having dinner, so we’ll be able to get as loud as we want. I have an hour to finalize tidying up the tent, and to change into the lingerie I bought last time I was in the city. I’ve been planning his day for a long time.

I snap to attention when I hear footsteps approach. That can’t be him. No! I’m not ready yet. My hair is in a messy, and I haven’t changed.

The entrance flap shifts aside and reveals my tall, broad, sweaty warrior. His beard is thicker, in need of a trimming. His clothes are dusty from a hard day of labor under the sun, and his boots trail dirt into the tent I just cleaned.

“Joan? What’s wrong?”

I wipe the disappointment from my face. He might be earlier than expected, but I’m still grateful that he returned home.

“Nothing. Hi, baby. I drew you a bath.” I point to the tub.

He nods. “I appreciate it.” He walks to the tub and strips, but I intervene and remove his tunic for him.

“Thank you, my soul.” He touches my face with a hand calloused from labor and smiles at me so tenderly that I nearly melt into the tub.

Don’t thank me yet.

He sinks into the tub, his large body making the water level rise. I scrub his back and glance at the penises bobbing out of the surface.

Can I do this? Oh my Earth, he’s going to tear my ass apart. Maybe I haven’t stretched enough. Maybe I should spend another month—

“Joan?”

“Uh, yes?”

“You can stop scrubbing there, love. I’m sure that shoulder is clean.”

I chuckle nervously. This is not going as expected. I needed to wear my lingerie to boost my confidence.

After half an hour of basking in the water, he gets up. He doesn’t bother to hide his erections from me. They don’t surprise me, since he easily gets aroused by my touch.

He pulls a robe over his shoulders. “I just remembered that I have to—”

I touch his hand, stopping him from tying the robe. Our eyes connect, and I put distance between our gazes by falling to my knees.

Both of his cocks jerk. I love when that happens. I’m inches away, but he’s still responsive to me. I watch in adoration as the thick, veiny, crimson cocks pulse for me, beckoning me closer.

I can’t wait to have him twitching inside me.

His hand clenches as it hangs beside him. He has never been a fan of my teasing. The big, bad, General is used to getting what he wants, whenever he wants it. I push his buttons with my teasing— sometimes too far, and that often gets me spread across his thighs with his fingers in my cunt, pleasuring me but denying me release.

I breathe hot air, and a pearly bead of pre-cum appears on his heads.

“Joan…” he warns.

He’s losing patience at the same rate he’s losing seed.

I lean closer and pull his head into my warm mouth, sucking and releasing at a slow, maddening pace. My hand finds the other cock below and massages it, occasionally stroking his balls, too. There is so much to him. He keeps me busy and entertained. I’ll never tire of this majestic body.

I speed up, slamming his head against the back of my throat until I’m fighting my gags. Heat surges up my throat as my body tries to regurgitate the liquid, but I quickly swallow it down and continue choking on his cock. I’m the happiest when I’m suffocating on his dick. My eyes tearing from lack of oxygen, saliva dripping down the sides of my mouth, my hair bobbing wildly. I find life when I’m losing it on his length.

“Stars…” he groans.

That’s my cue to slow down and return to my tantalizing speed. His groan of pleasure becomes a growl of irritation, because he knows I’m playing games.

I can only swallow half of his length, his cock being too long for any woman alive to handle it. I give all of my love to the inches I can reach, changing my sucking pressure, switching from one cock to another, licking the pearls of pre-cum from his tip.

With every pop when I pull him out of my pursed lips, every tap when I slap his length on my cheeks and tongue, every gag, I fall deeper in love with him. He’s truly a masterpiece.

I open my eyes and look up at him as I lap cock and then the other like I don’t know which I like better.

He’s scowls at me, so lost in his passion that his animalistic side has awakened.

“General?” I ask, lips pouty, making me look innocent, although the reason they’re swollen is anything but.

“Yes?” he rumbles; the vibrations going down his cocks and into my awaiting mouth.

“Will you fuck me?”

He reaches for my arms to lift me off my knees, but I palm his chest to stop him.

His fierce expression becomes confused.

“Fuck me everywhere?” I request.

“You mean…”

I bite my lip. “Fill my ass, Raw.”

He hesitates, although his cocks pulse with joy of the idea.

“You won’t be able to take them at once.”

“I wasn’t asking, General.”

He flashes his teeth. “Give me your cunt first. I’ll decide what you get depending how much juice you let me drink.”

My pussy clenches, and the General will find that I’m very, very wet, once I sit on his face.

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