Commander Cormac

A dark gloom shone inside his canvas tent. Candles had been lit and lay scattered in every corner of the tent, which was large enough to house four individuals relatively comfortably. Cormac did not share it, one of the few perks of being named commander of a battalion. Mostly it just meant more headaches. All looked to him for every answer, where to set up camp? Where to dig the latrines? Where to hunt, where to eat, where to sleep? It drove him mad. But Cormac also knew that every now again, the perks would outweigh the negatives, the gift bestowed on him just last evening was one of those. Some weaselly captain had marched up to his tent with the present in his arms and declared that it rightly belonged to Cormac, his ‘great commander’. Of course Cormac knew the man only intended to kiss his ass, but how could he possibly say no to this wonderful, beautiful gift he had been given? All night he had spent enjoying it, until the stars were high in the sky and sheer exhaustion had pushed him into a deep sleep. Yet morning had come and again Cormac decided that there was plenty of time for him to enjoy his gift once more.

The first whore, the blonde one who called herself Lissa sat on her knees between his legs on the plush, blue carpet he always kept inside his tent. Her hair was a tangled mess and yesterday evening she had looked a great deal better, something the wine must’ve convinced him off. But her skill hadn’t waned and she expertly took his hard cock inside her throat, all the way to the base. Cormac grabbed hold of the back of her head and shoved her nose roughly into the course black hair that seemed to grow all over his body. Lissa gagged, her eyes teared up, yet she refused to give in. Cormac thrust his cock a few times down her throat, feeling her swallow him and clench around the head. When he finally let her back up again, spit trailed from the tip of his cock to the corner of her mouth, where he found a satisfied smile. Lissa spit her excess drool on his dick, stroking him as she dove back down to work on his balls.

The second whore, a short, hefty girl with eyes as innocent as the fairest maiden, lay underneath Lissa, working her tongue into her soft, wet pussy. Though Lissa was clearly the prettier of the two and was most likely also the more expensive one, Beverly was easily his favorite. Cormac liked his women a little more curvaceous, a woman well fed with soft, warm features. Beverly had the sweetest softest thighs and the most delicious full tummy, which hung just over the patch of dark brown hair she had trimmed neatly around her pink cunt. Just thinking of her set his cock to throbbing, which Lissa clearly assumed was a sign of her hard work. Gruffly Cormac pushed her off of him, standing up from the edge of his bed, keeping her on her knees.

“Stick out your tongue,” he grumbled, keeping hold of Lissa long, blonde hair. Without question Lissa sat up, arching her back teasingly, pushing out her perky tits, pressing them together with her arms. Her eyes twinkled longingly as she stuck out her tongue for him, whimpering while continuously grinding her pussy on Beverly’s face. Cormac spat on her tongue, which Lissa received easily, then he let go of her hair and began stroking his cock. “Get Beverly ready for me slut, I need to use that pretty pink cunt.”

Immediately Lissa dove down, releasing Beverly from in between her legs. Laying there on her back she sported the cutest blush on her round cheeks, as Lissa’s wetness dripped from her chin. Lissa grabbed hold of her short legs, pushing them apart and returning the favor to Beverly. She spat on her hole and started working two fingers inside of her.

Beverly looked up at him while Cormac stroked his cock above her, the look of her made him want to spray her with his seed right there and then. Instead he held out, leaning down to begin groping her soft, perfect body.

“Thank you Master,” she whispered through moans, as Lissa ate her out eagerly. Cormac took one of her nipples into his mouth, grabbing a hold of her large breasts and feeling his hands disappear into them. “Please Master, I’m still so sore from yesterday, I’m not sure if my pussy can handle you again…” At first Cormac didn’t care, they were whores and would do what they were paid to do, but then he looked at her. The feigned innocence of her eyes melted the ice around his heart and he knew he couldn’t say no to her.

“Lissa, get on the bed, on your back. You, sit on her face, facing me.” If he couldn’t fuck her, the least he could do was look at her as he fucked the other one. As quickly as they could the girls hurried into the positions they were commanded to assume, Cormac’s gruff voice could direct anyone to do anything.

Lissa lay on her back, her knees up to her chest, with Beverly sitting down on her face. She was far more to handle than Lissa’s small frame and quickly it became apparent that she would be struggling to breathe. Cormac did not care however, as he slid his cock inside Lissa’s tight cunt, he looked up and met Beverly’s eyes. “Use her Master, use that dirty pussy.” Hearing those foul word come out of her pretty mouth turned Cormac on like little else could and quickly he began fucking Lissa earnestly. He heard her muffled moans underneath Beverly’s weight, who smiled and grinded her soft hips back and forth on her face. “Are you going to cum in her Master? Are you going to fill that little pussy up for me?” Cormac had been careful not cum inside either of the girls, though he had wanted to plenty. The last thing he needed was a pregnant whore bobbling around his camp. As Beverly spoke Lissa seemed to struggle underneath her a bit more, perhaps worried too about what Beverly had said. She paid her no mind however, as Cormac kept pummeling lissa’s pussy, feeling himself get closer to ecstasy. “Do it Master, cum inside her, I know you want to.” Cormac met her eyes once more and found her determined gaze. God the things she did to him, he hadn’t had a weakness like this since he was a lad.

Without stopping Cormac fucked Lissa, who twitched and moaned, kicking her feet and trying to push Beverly off of her face. Finally Beverly seemed to relent ever so slightly, lifting her hips up just a little, letting Lissa get a deep breath. “W-wait, don’t cum inside me! I-I’ll get preg-“ Beverly plopped down on her face again, grinding her hips once more, clearly working towards her own orgasm.

“Let’s cum together Master, look at me. Don’t stop, cum inside that slutty little whore for me.” That was all it took, as Cormac groaned aloud, curving his back and slamming himself as deep inside Lissa’s warm pussy as he could. His cock twitched and throbbed, pumping a load so big inside of her, it quickly began running down the sides of her legs. As he kept cumming and cumming, he hardly noticed Lissa’s continued struggle underneath Beverly, who kept his attention focused on her, whilst she too used Lissa to achieve her orgasm. The sounds she made was the most perfect music he had ever heard, Cormac could’ve filled a lifetime with naught but Beverly’s moans.

Together they rode out their respective orgasms, until they both were fully satisfied and finally let Lissa go. Beverly rolled off of her and Cormac saw her gasp for air, Beverly’s juices covering most of her blushed face. He himself was still inside of her, slowly softening, knowing that the second he pulled out, he would have to go back to being a commander again. Lissa had no more strength in her, as she weakly pushed his hips away from her, Cormac’s cock falling out of her pussy. It wasn’t until he looked down and saw his cum dripping out of her that he began to realize what he had done. Lissa ran a hand between her legs and quickly found her fingers covered in his seed. Silently she cursed as she remained where she was on the bed, completely worn out. Before he got up from the bed Cormac looked over at Beverly again, who laid sprawled out on the pillows, drinking wine from one of his cups. “Thank you Master, you’ve been so nice to us…” She spoke, rubbing her stomach absentmindedly. It surely must’ve been the first time Cormac had been called nice, though he was beginning to realize that Beverly had a knack for saying exactly what he wanted to hear. A dangerous skill, Cormac thought. Though for now he had not the strength to worry about it, instead he began getting ready for the start of his day, he was sure there were plenty of helpless sods outside his tent awaiting his command.