The General ✔️ (Zolan Book 1)

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Hey, I had no plans to negotiate that with him. If he wants to place his face between my thighs again, then my clit won't rebel.

War rearranges me so my head is tucked against his neck and our chests are pressed together. I palm his biceps and enjoy the feeling of his lips rubbing the crown of my head.

"Are you cold?"

I'm a little chilled, but I know War runs hot, so I don't want to ask him to cover us with a blanket.

I snuggle deeper into his arms and reply, "no. I'm okay."

I sleep easier than I have in many, many weeks. I don't know if War got some sleep, too, but I know he's the first to wake up because his tongue is shoved up my soul, just like he promised.

First, I jolt awake. Then I drop my legs open and look at the man latched onto my lips. He's nose-deep up my cunt, and I sound so slick and wet that I worry he'll drown.

My lips slip between his vicious mouth. I'm feeding War a wet, slippery, hot breakfast. Seeing him feeding from me makes me teether on the edge of explosion, and it has only been seconds since I woke up and found him latched onto me.

My little groans become louder, digging themselves out of the sloppy crackling sounds War is making as he sucks on my leaking pussy.

His eyes look up at me as he continues to suckle. He smirks. "Your maid is outside." That's the only warning he gives before tossing my legs over his shoulders and going wild. He licks with that fat tongue of his, occasionally sucking as much as possible into his desperate mouth.

I slap a hand over my mouth to quiet my escalating moans, and I come with a tremble that has my butt cheeks clenching and my ovaries melting.

An "mmp" escapes me, but I'd choose that over the scream that was scratching my throat any day.

War chuckles and gets up. "Have a good day, beautiful. Remember to mop the floor since you've created a puddle and might slip and fall in your own slick."

He's already dressed. With his face covered in my juices, he leaves with a giant smirk on his face.

I scramble to cover myself with a blanket right as an Entertainer enters. I've seen her before, but know nothing about her.

"Greetings," she smiles.

"Hello," I reply.

"What should I call you?"

What an odd question. No one has been interested in calling me anything but my birth name and insults.

"You can call me Joan. That will do."

She shakes her head and sets a basket down. "I'm sorry, but I received strict instructions from The General. He wants me to treat you as I would him."

I have no idea how to go about this, so I turn the attention to her. "Tell me about you first."

Her smile widens. She's pretty. Her hair is cropped to her shoulders, her features are soft, and she wears a more conservative dress.

"I'm Yenni. I joined camp four years ago."

"Nice to meet you. Can I ask why you joined the military?"

I don't want to assume she's here to get a taste of Master dick like most females here.

Her eyes widen. She hadn't expected that question.

With a shy glance over her shoulder, she answers, "for... um... a Master that saved my life once. I came here to serve him."

Oh... so she has a crush on a Master. Interesting.

"Can I ask how that's going?"

She shakes her head. "He doesn't notice me. Enough about me, miss. Let me help you change."

"You can call me Joan. I insist."

She doesn't reply, and I realize I have a long road ahead of me. She unpacks a new dress from the basket and calls a Master to bring in a tub.

After a quick, awkward bath that Yenni insisted on helping me scrub through, I'm ready to go to work. Yenni is silent behind me, but she's like a shadow that everyone in camp notices.

I run through my chores with her following me every step of the way. People are curious, but no one asks.

I spot War a few times throughout the day, but I steer clear. Two Entertainers bend down for him, offering their bodies, but he War past without even looking at what they're flaunting.

I'm ready to turn in for the day when I spot him again. Another entertainer bends for him, and I instantly recognize her. She's the bitch I beat up yesterday for insulting him.

Yenni gasps beside me. "Don't, miss. Don't get involved," she warns.

I'm pissed, and my feet start moving.