Flora, daughter of the regiment

You watch the three women as the recruits file past, each dropping a pebble in one of the pots to add their mite to the choice of the new Phoenix Company's Mistress of Quarters. Flora stands confidently. Her ginger-gold hair and fuller curves, perhaps, draw some soldiers' eyes. Merrimay stands tall, quiet, surveying the men, the noble lines of her face marred by the pink scar above an eyebrow. Will the company choose her for their queen? Phaedra holds herself with the taut attention of the soldier she was, before she was maimed and captured. As Flora said, even lacking half an arm, Phaedra looks more than equal to most of the recruits.

A few recruits press their pebble into a fellow soldier's hand, saying "You choose."

As your turn approaches, you watch Pinch make his choice. With his smock tented out in front of his member, his cheeks pink and his eyes shining, he drops his pebble into Flora's pot. You affirm Pinch's choice. Flora.

When the pebbles are counted, the Phoenix Company's choice is clear. With half again the count of pebbles of the others, the woman who grew up with the King's Own is to be the company's Mistress of Quarters.

"Women of Phoenix Company, three cheers for your commander!" the company sergeant calls. "Hail, Mistress Flora!"

The women of the company raise their voices in chorus for Flora. "Hail, Mistress Flora! Hail, Mistress Flora! Hail, Mistress Flora!"

"Men, your Mistress of Quarters! Three cheers!" the company sergeant calls.

The men cheer Flora in loud and lusty voices, but more raggedly.

"I can't hear you, men!" the company sergeant calls. "This is your COMMANDER in Quarters!"

The second round of cheers meets the sergeant's satisfaction.

With the evening growing late, the final ceremony is conducted quickly under the eyes of the regiment's officers and senior barrackswomen, including the Mistresses of Quarters for the regiment's other companies. The soldiers of Phoenix Company are married to the women of Phoenix Company, all to each, each to all, under the rule of Flora, Mistress of Quarters, and First Wife of the Company. Each man pledges faith and obedience to Flora's rule in quarters and among the women.

"And now begins the wedding night," the company sergeant announces. "I discharge you to the rule of Mistress Flora for the night. Honor your wives in love, as they desire, with never **** nor anger. The punishment is dire."

"Flora's the best," murmurs one recruit. "My brother had her, he said so."

In the next room are pallets, towels, and all that is needful for the men and women of Phoenix Company to consummate their wedding together. Off come the smocks and slippers. There seem like acres of skin glowing in the lamplight, pink, pale, gold, and dusky. You've never seen anything like it. So many male members, short and long, fat and slim, at every firmness and angle from low and soft to high and hard. So many naked women, smiling boldly or shyly, searching the men's faces, standing with their stature, posture, and figure in every combination. Some are as young as the recruits. Others are old enough to be their mothers. With Flora herself born to the regiment, you wonder how many men born to a company's wives return as soldiers in a later year. More than one woman shows the firm, prominent round belly of pregnancy.

You're a little bewildered by it all. It's the first time you've seen other men's pricks in action. You've barely had a start in that way yourself. But Pinch seems in his element here. "Just follow me," Pinch tells you. And so you do.

Flora takes Pinch's hand with a grin. "Well, hello handsome," she says. "Shall we start things off together?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Pinch says, giving her a brisk nod. "Me and Rex are going round together. He's new to all this."

She laughs. "All right, then, boys." She kneels on a pallet and leans away, presenting her broad, pink rear end. To your surprise, Flora has a stiff little tail rising up above her butthole. Covered with short, ginger-gold hair, it wags with excitement. Her feminine folds are pink, wet, and swollen open. "Show him how it's done, Pinch."

Pinch steers his member, of which you envy his greater length and girth, so the tip is poised between her swollen lips. "Can I c'min, ma'am?" he asks.

Flora reaches back, steadying Pinch's shaft, and thrusts her rump back onto him with a satisfied groan. Pinch's member is swallowed up in her body. "There!" she says. "It's been WEEKS!" She sighs. "You're a big boy, Pinch. Oh, how good that feels. Husband." She laughs, tasting the feel of that word in her mouth. "I'm the fucking queen of the Company. Well, husband, let me have it."

You watch, fascinated, as Pinch gives Flora his all. Her buttocks ripple with his thrusts. Her stiff little tail wags back and forth, raises, droops a bit. Her big, pink-tipped breasts shake as she and Pinch rut their hardest. A long, wild thrust misses, and Pinch's shaft slips out. It seems even bigger now, swollen, and gleaming with Flora's juices.

"Kneel up, Rex, we'll trade off," Pinch says. "Ma'am?"

"Get him in!" she says.

You get in place. Flora reaches back, points you in the right place, and you're in. "Ride me, boy, fast!"

You give Flora a flurry of fast strokes. It's warm and wonderful. The sounds of lust and joy from all around make everything feel like a dream. Somewhere to one side, a young soldier spills his seed before he can get inside. Off to another side, you see Phaedra posting up and down, riding atop a soldier, her dark hair flying, until a spasm of pleasure seizes her body, shaking her back and forth with a loud cry. Another young soldier, fascinated, rubs the pregnant belly of a woman old enough to be his mother. She laughs, rolls back onto a pallet, lifts her legs high, and guides his prick into her.

"Back, Rex," Pinch says. "Don't spill yet."

You ease back and Pinch takes your place. But this time he leads with one hand.

"Watch," Pinch tells you. Two fingers plunge into her tunnel, his thumb slides into the folds below and tickles her hooded pink pearl.

"Oh, Pinch, you lovely devil, yes!" Flora says. Her stiff little tail rises high as his fingers work her.

With his hand alone, Pinch tickles out a shivering, moaning peak of joy out of Flora. She screws her face up in a grimace and whines with pleasure. A spurt of clear liquid springs forth from between Flora's lips, splashing Pinch's wrist and splats onto the floor.

"Ha-ha, she squirts like a man!" Pinch says. "Quick now, Rex, on her!"

You plunge back into Flora as she writhes in pleasure. Tight, now, squeezing down on you. Her voice rises higher as you thrust in deeply, becoming a full-throated yell. Her rolling climax triggers yours, and you spurt your hot seed deep inside her.

Pinch eases you back and mounts Flora again. His larger member fills her more fully, and your seed dribbles out as he starts thrusting. His balls are tight, his own excitement is high, and he lasts only a minute before he spends his seed in Flora atop yours.

"You two are keepers," Flora says. She wraps an arm around each of you and gives you a squeeze. "Husbands!" Then she gives you a push. "Now find me my next man."

Perhaps one day you will find a Queen, but you promise never to give up this joy, this heat, this wonderful pleasure of coupling. You hope your Queen will share it with you, and if not? You're already married to a double dozen jolly and willing women of the King's Own.

The rest of the company's wedding night is a blur. You stick by Pinch, doubling three more of your new wives, until you curl up under a blanket in a corner. Fleetingly you wonder if Merrimay had a good night. She had given up so much, it seemed.

Sometime in the dark, Lanks finds you, rousts you, and bundles you back to the palace through a secret tunnel. After dreams that the wedding night continues on and on, you wake in your bed, your head bleary and your member throbbing and reeking with a mixture of male and female juices. You have a day at Court, and then your Royal Progress to begin.