Nothing Unusual at the Barracks.

The barracks, the beating heart of femininity in this castle, barely eeking out front of the armory for the title. If there was a temple of femininity, the martial centers like the barracks were where women would congregate, though from the imposing figures of the statues of past countesses standing in the Vance heirloom armor to either side of the doors, you’d be forgiven for thinking it was the castle chapel instead of the barracks.

Just crossing the courtyard, you could spot it from a mile away from the aspiring young girls of the castle wrestling under the watchful eyes of the guards and their fathers, there were also some of the castles maids wrestling against guards trying to impress the few male servants who weren’t taken.

A past time overlooked by any noble allowing the common folk to follow traditions.

In an eruption rousing cheering rose from the women in the crowd as a maid who’d stripped down to her underwear as was normal that in an upset had her opponent a guard into a headlock with her legs, in their struggle the guard’s mouth was covered the maids mound.

And from the maids reddened cheeks that undermined her fierce expression it was clear her opponent's struggles were having an embarrassing effect on her, despite that she fought on as the guard refereeing counted down to her victory.

Even Marcus had to admit that toned body, with her flat stomach with its defined muscles glossy with the sweat of her struggle was rather attractive.

“Always knew she was a carpet muncher, but I never thought she’d have so little control!” Shouted one guard to the laughter of her friends.

You could no more take the battlelust from a woman than you could take the urge to fly from a bird.

But, he didn’t have time to join in the fun right now, he had to gather his soldiers and squire for the mission, which behind those doors to sacred feminine ground was where they were hosted.

"Hey captain."

Marcus slowed his stride and stopped, turning as his second joined him, "Romasha."

She cupped his sack respectfully but quickly, mindful of having interrupted his walk. As they continued side by side, he mused about his fortune in having her. She was a serious competant woman-at-arms who respected his command and didn't outwardly show any of the close-mindedness of most female warriors. Not that she wasn't a natural lusty lass. He had overheard her refer to his member as 'basically a python with no teeth' once and go on about how she'd set about taming it. But that had clearly been an example of her building report with her women as she'd been nothing if not professional when in his presence. He was well aware of how physically attractive he was to the opposite sex and knew most women, and particularly soldiers, couldn't help their coarse nature.

"I've got everyone supplied, their gear checked, and horses requisitioned." Romasha told him as they approached the barracks. She was a beautiful woman twenty years his senior, feathery red hair framing her tanned face to fall upon the oversized pauldrons upon her shoulders. She wore more armor than most, a breast-plate that covered all of the front of her torso with leather straps across the bare skin of her sides to the matching plate on her back. She was modestly chested but the plate was sculpted with steel tits complete with large lewd nipples that gave her a boost in size. She had a chain-mail skirt, her long legs covered in thickly armored graves that left flashes of bare skin at the tops of her thighs as she walked. Her swords clanged gently against the metal joints at her knees as she strode along beside him.

"That's good. Thank you." he told her with a firm nod as he met her eyes. She really was worth her weight in gold, a veteran in half a dozen campaigns in the Count's service, even more as a mercenary before that, she was a wealth of experience. Marcus was a bit conflicted though, because half the time he couldn't tell how much people trusted him as a leader or that they simply trusted that Romasha could step in should he mess up.

"Um... did you want me to run interference on Anko or were you needing to take the edge off before we head out?" she asked with only the slightest hint of discomfort.

Marcus felt his cheeks heat much to his annoyance as he told her quickly, "No, I definitely need to...uh. Thanks for the offer." Ugh. Why had he felt the need to say 'definitely'. He just knew Romasha was wondering when the last time he's drained his balls right this very instant.

She said nothing in response thankfully as they walked into the barracks.

Romasha stepped up to the shrine first, the large portrait of the Divine Duchess and Grand Marshall Monza was floor to ceiling on the inner wall of the vestibule. He waited patiently, standing at parade rest with his hands clasped behind his back and his legs spread as Romasha stood at attention and saluted. Then she knelt and genuflected fully. Marcus happened to glance over and found out that his second was without undergarment at the moment. Back curved towards the floor, bottom raised, her skirt had lifted to reveal both her pussy lips and her asshole. He gazed at her holes thoughtfully, feeling blood begin to fill his groin. He wasn't about to do anything with his second but he couldn't help but be aroused by it, knowing that she would be more than willing was... nice.

Then it was his turn and she left the vestibule to no doubt ensure the squad was ready for his imminent arrival.

He took his place before the Divine Duchess and Grand Marshall Monza, taking a deep breath and making sure he was in the proper reverant state of mind. He held his body stiffly at attention and saluted as he looked upon her visage. She was beautiful, though it was a harsh pitiless beauty. Her eyes were black and diamond hard, like she was able to see into his very soul and found him forever wanting. He rarely met her gaze. Her face was porcelain white, high cheek bones, and full expressive lips that didn't quite seem to go with the hard line they were always pressed into. She had lustrous black hair always in a tight braid, a few loose strands perpetually obscured her left eye and brow. She wore no jewelry save the same golden jagged shaped earrings in every shrine he'd ever encountered.

Born over a thousand years ago, she wore armor that covered her from neck to toe. Marcus had always found that odd, if there was one woman who truly needed no armor on the field of battle it was she. She had conquered the entire world and no warrior had been able to stand before her might. She could move faster than the eye could follow and just an exertion of her indomitable will could **** an opponent to throw down their weapons in despair. Once she had forged the entire continent into her personal duchy she'd moved on from this life, to conquer both heaven and hell and worlds beyond!

Marcus knelt, lowering his head and raising his hips. He sent her his prayers, wishing them to aid her on whatever far off world she was conquering even now. One day he would die and be reborn as a soldier in her army, provided he was worthy.

"Oh hoh! And what do we have here?!"

"Sabrina! That's-"

"Look at those tight buns- oooh! What I- Oww! Fuck, Jesta! What was that for?"

"Idiot! That's Sir Marcus, not the lumberjack's son!"

Marcus sighed and remained still for a moment before straightening. He took out some coins and dropped them into the collection box. The Duchess always recieved her due. Then he bent down to kiss the tip of Gloom Blade, or at least the replica of the divine relic that was perched in a frame so that it looked like the figure in the portrait was holding it out towards the floor, the Dusk Saber forever ensconced upon Monza's back, the hilt sticking up over her left shoulder.

He stood up and stepped aside so that the two women-at-arms could perform their own ritual honoring of the Divine Duchess. They had the presence of mind to look embarrassed, the blonde with the halberd over her shoulder suddenly blurting, "Yea, those hot buns were so delicious! What I wouldn't do for a whole tray of 'em to myself! That baker is my hero!"

"Ladies." He softly intoned and left the vestibule to head to his squad's area.

Entering the crowded room with ten beds, trunks at the ends of each, and an assortment of his subordinate warriors, naturally all women, he found the majority were fully equipped and ready to go under Romasha's appraising gaze. A frantic Jyn was hastily putting on her steel bikini top. She was nude otherwise, her steel pelvic piece on the bed beside her along with her leg guards.

He couldn't help but furrough his brow, wondering why the irascible young woman had been fully nude in the middle of the day. Then he remembered how horny fighting women were and their propensity to find pleasure with each other when a man wasn't readily available and then he found himself eyeing the rest of the squad to determine which lady she'd been lying with.

Romasha turned to look at him, "Apologies, my captain. The majority of my little butterflies were ready but that hardly excuses my continuing failure, young Jyn."

Marcus waved it off, chuckling as he watched the slight brunette, rippling with tight corded muscles pull up her tiny steel bikini bottom, "Nonsense. I'm sure my unstoppable squire is to blame and that's my responsibility."

Romasha's lips quirked upward, "As you say, captain. Anko's in your room, readying your armor, sir..."

"Thanks." He nodded and crossed the room, studiously ignoring the women ogling his swelling bulge.

Entering his room, he found the full rounded cheeks of Anko's bottom on display as she knelt, knees upon the edge of his bed, her hand slipping out between her thick thighs to tend her needy honey-pot. This erotic sight had his unruly prick grow fully erect in his pants. Anko's hips began to shake saucily before the hand between her legs formed a V, spreading her pussy open lewdly showing that she was well aware of his presence.

Marcus had been assigned a squire when he'd arrived here. He was not exactly happy that special accommodations had been made for him. He wanted to be treated like a woman would be! He was a loyal knight who was just as strong and skilled as any woman! Well, not every woman. Lady Claudette had been the one who'd commanded that he take Anko as his squire to 'ensure you can stop thinking about making babies for at least some of the time'. On the other hand, as much as it rankled him to admit it, the illegitimate daughter of the count had a point. Unlike most men, he had a powerful sex drive that nearly rivaled a woman's if he went long without release. With the way his squad lusted after him it would be all too easy for things to devolve into constant orgies that would put any harvest festival to shame.

He didn’t say anything. Didn't need to with Anko and he was in a hurry. He quickly unclasped his pants and got in position behind his squire. He had to crouch a bit to get the right height, but he was soon ready and he lined up his cock and fed it into Anko’s dripping wet pussy.

"Uungh... my lord! So...unh..." she grunted as she held herself firmly against his thrust. She was a short stack of curves, the sides of her fat pendulous breasts visible even from above and behind her glistening muscular back. A native of Hinomoto who had somehow found herself in Lady Maria's retinue, she had exotic shaped eyes and dark hair pulled into a puffy ball at the back of her head with two neat tendrils framing her heart-shaped face.

He tried to be as quiet as he could, very cognizant of the thinness of the barracks walls and the stereotype his subordinates no doubt held about men with big dicks and empty heads—but the air was soon full of quiet grunts and moans; the slapping of flesh, and the harsh sounds of their ragged breathing. Anko, at least, was taking their recent talk to heart and was refraining from screaming out obscenities.

He was also trying to be quick, as much as he enjoyed the carnal pleasure of this, he was frustrated to be spending his valuable time simply rutting as he had a mission to complete and every added minute of this session was only confirming everyone's assumptions about who he was.

"H-heh-heh, I think your steely weapon likes it better when I scream and sing its praises!"

The fingers of his hands plunged into the yielding flesh of her bountiful ass, "It does. You know it, but my commands still stand."

"Oooh yea...that's good! I mean, of course! Wouldn't dd-dream of it! Maybe switch positions?"

"Y-yes. On your back."

"Yes! And fuck me as hard as you want! My hot pus-say can take it!"

He pulled out and she flipped over, a riot of motion and wildly swinging jugs.

He pressed the head of his cock to her wet gaping open snatch. It went in easily and he held it there as he moved his palms up towards her ankle straightening her legs as he went. He gripped her ankles and held them to either side of his neck as he thrust his hips forward once and again and again. He watched her enormous teats, squashed between her raised thighs and her hands as they tugged and pulled at her vast pink nipples. Her face above had a huge smile as she moaned as quietly as she could. As his heavy sack slapped against her fat ass, he grunted like he was in the midst of endless drills under Old Sorsha, his mother's head woman-at-arms.

He got into a steady rhythm. Thrusting his pelvis in and out while his shoulders and head remained in place. Finally he could take no more. The powerful muscles of her womanly passage sucked out his seed, squeezing him as his balls erupted. He ground his teeth around the load groan he felt **** to exhale as sharp shocks of pleasure assaulted his groin. He heard Anko's pleased laughter as he lost all control to her powerfully spasming pussy and he frantically beat his pelvis against the backs of her thighs, his scrotum slapping her bottom in rhythm. Again and again his cum shot out of his shaft in sticky strands to drench her womb with copius amounts of virile cum. The excess was forcefully squirting out from the tight seal her pussy formed around his cock to fall messily upon his balls and his thighs.

Anko cooed happily as he bent over her, catching his breath. He allowed himself a moment or two to recover before he pulled himself off of her, his softened member sliding lewdly out of her womanhood with a long squelching sound. Anko lay on the bed limp with limbs spread like a flipped-over starfish for a few seconds, an absurd tongue lolling happy expression on her face before she abruptly flipped forward onto her feet on the floor, her features smoothed to nothing more than a cocky smirk.

Then she closed her eyes and knelt, softly murmuring to herself as her hands fiddled in the air in the usual pattern. It was only then that he caught the scent of incense in the air and saw the candles to either side of where she'd been perched on his bed. Yes, and there was the statue of a large erect phallus right there on the floor. He grimaced at the signs of her strange Eastern religion, realizing he'd once again played an unwitting part in her ritual devotion.

There was even a small wooden bowl on the floor between her legs to which the hand she had massaging her womanhood was delivering a copious amount of his seed.

"Satisfied, my lord?" She asked knowingly before opening her eyes and moving swiftly to help him put away his dangling member.

"I got it, Anko! Get the armor, would you!" His squire never missed a chance to get her hands on his assets...

She just grinned cheekily at him and pranced over to the armor on its stand, completely nude her expansive curves jiggling like crazy.

*Written in collaboration with Blankface