Chapter#210

He remembered going out to see her on his assessment tour of the troops. A shiver went over him, he put his arms around her hips, gathering them close to his breast. He kissed her scarred back in the dim flickering firelight. "Oh my own heart," he murmured.

She lay completely relaxed in his arms. When he looked up, her eyes were drifting shut. He lay still, watching her drift to sleep.

After a moment, she opened her eyes, snorted herself awake and said: "Come on!"

"You are so tired," he said gently.

"el Gaiel, of your courtesy!" she pleaded. "Just to lie in me a little short while, is it so much to ask?"

"My darling, surely it would be better to wait till the morrow."

"Sweet Hell!" she moaned. "I have said it! I want you now! You can be quick, you need not lie there all night, we can do that the morrow. Hear me - you can take me from behind."

"Um oh alright!" he said. This was a fuck she was asking for then, the first time he would enter her in months and to do it with her face turned from his loving gaze but the cheeky dog, she knew this would be irresistible to him. His cock was already swollen and the blood had started pumping into his loins in excitement.

There were a number of reasons why he found it so exhilarating to go into her from behind. In his ignorance he had always imagined this was how man-lovers did it so it was how he thought fellow officers did it - until he was enlightened by a sniggering conversation Tashka was having with some of the others round the fire on night-sentry duty. It still felt like some naughty forbidden activity, as if he were illicitly fucking his junior officer. (He remembered with a shy grin that he was fucking his senior officer now!) The angle at which he went in meant that he got pressure on the tip of his cock, sending his senses reeling, and hit on Tashka's sweet spot in a manner that made her scream so excitedly that Dar had forbidden them to do it again in his encampment. Tashka rarely let him do it unless he had managed to bring her to orgasm two or three times first without coming himself, which was never, because it meant she had to be submissive and he loved that too. It was difficult to beat her at wrestling so it was lovely fun to pin her down with your cock sunk deep into her in the bed.

Tashka was still lying unusually passive over the bed, her long thin body completely relaxed in exhaustion. "Come on then," she said impatiently. "Get on with it, do I have to give you an order expressed in writing?" Her blue eyes sparkled round her shoulder at him.

"No sir!" he said in excitement. "You shall have me then, my General." He put his head down and kissed her buttocks, his lips caressing the hard muscular curve of them.

He slipped an arm under her hips and pulled them up. She was so tired that she could barely move to raise herself to him. He knelt back and caught his breath up in a gasp. He knew she was desperate to get him into her before she succumbed to the extremes of exhaustion and fell asleep but the view he was getting was too wonderful for him not to pause to admire it.

Her strong small buttocks rose up above the crack in which lurked her arsehole and below it the bush of dark hair through which he could see glistening the rose-petal lips of her cunt. He started whimpering with anticipation of pleasure as he looked around for a condom - he found one in her breeches' pocket and hurried to get it on but his fingers were shaking with excitement so much now that he was fumbling it. He began to fear she might actually have fallen asleep. She was so still, there with her arse raised up for him. He began to think he might not care if she fell asleep, he might go into her all the same but he caught the flash of a stern blue eye, the military glare steadied his nerves and he managed to get the condom on.

Remembering that it had been some time and she would be unaccustomed, he put a finger to her wet cunt and eased it in. She was too tight to comfortably take his cannon of an organ so he eased the finger about to get her looser. She started to moan and spread her hips for him - now he was fearing she would go off into orgasm just for his finger and without him. Ordinarily this would just have been more exciting but he knew that if she went over, she would drop like a stone into sleep and he felt he could not bear not to go off inside her.

He leaned over her back, reaching round to grasp one small breast in his hand. His lip was caught up in his teeth in anxiety as he tried to judge it right, to get her excited enough for him to slide into her but not so much that she went over. He decided not to flick at her nipple. He grasped the small breast with a grunt of pleasure at the feel of the soft little mound of flesh in his hand, his finger pushing softly gently about in the sticky wet hole of her cunt.

"Tell it me," he gasped, "if it hurts!" but she only moaned as he drew out his finger. He knelt up, grasped his turgid rigid hard cock and lifted it to her, pressed the head hesitantly at her vulva. She gave a long groan, her hips spreading to him, he pushed and thrust deep in.

He gripped her at the hips as he thrust down but she was rising, her shoulders were rising up. He leaned over her back and pressed an arm on her shoulders, pushing her down into the bed as he was rarely able to do on the wrestling mats, pinning her down easily because she was so exhausted and he was above her and so much stronger than her after what she had been through.