Aftermath

You jerk awake in the darkness of your own tent. The horrors of war come rushing back. Your foolhardy plan to **** a victory that nearly got your men killed. Did get your men killed, you bitterly amend. Adrianna's magic and Zachary's skill not enough to stem the tide of loss. And your own, ...contribution.

You split the great mountain with your magic. Landslides crushed hundreds, maybe thousands of goblins and sealed off the tunnels. The power was... intoxicating. You felt alive, in ways you've never imagined, a whole new world opened up. A slew of alien senses, beyond what was possible had assaulted you, scoured you clean; Colors in hues so vibrant they hurt the eyes, reds and yellows and greens, unseen before. You could taste the dew still wet under the tree leaves and feel the shallow vibrations of from the winds of a bird. You hungered for more.

It wasn't the only thing you were hungry for. Your manhood is hard as stone. Pressing insistently against your flat stomach. Touching makes you shudder in ecstasy, but you have far greater plans than simply loosing your seed on the floor. You struggle into your clothes and burst from you tent into the camp.

A dark mood has settled over the men. They stare deeply into their campfires, mugs of ale sipped in silence. A few eyes rise to meet you before jerking away noticeably, their expression wary to say the least. Hushed voices, accompany stolen glances and you get the distinct feeling you know the topic of conversation. They're afraid of you.

How dare they? You clamp your mouth to keep from screaming. I saved your lives. I slew our enemies. What does it matter if magic was the means, when the cause was worthy? You pass by a burly sergeant sharpening her sword beside a cavalryman, her words rise just loud enough to reach your ears. 'His father wouldn't need fucking magic- if that is his father- his whore of a mother- have you seen that woman- I'd fuck the tits off that one myself.' Kill her, your power screams, impale her on sword and cock! You stiffen, your blade halfway out of its sheath and-

You hear a caller for the madam. Your passions war within you, but ultimately its your lust that wins out. You memorize the lines on the Sergeants face, and promise yourself that before the campaign ends, you'll fuck her hard up the ass.

For now, your cock points you to the nubile young flesh like a lodestone. Onward.