In the General's Tent

When Hannah made her way to the general's tent, dusk was settling over the camp. Campfires were being lit, and some men were already well on their way to getting drunk. The troops had won a major victory that day, and a celebratory mood hung in the air. The end of the war was near.

Like everyone else, Hannah looked forward to the war's end, but she hated nights like this. Being a woman in a military camp was dangerous enough as it was, but fending off men drunk on booze and success was another matter entirely. She had spent the evening dodging the wandering hands of men hungry for female attention. All that remained was to collect the used dishes from the general's tent, and then she could finally retire for the night.

Hannah sighed with relief as she slipped inside the tent and closed the flaps behind her, shutting out the sounds of the celebrations outside. She had liked the general from the beginning. He had always been kind to her and had never behaved untoward towards her. In fact, he was often absent when she went to his tent. He usually left his quarters after supper. To meet with his fellow officers, she assumed. Or perhaps to seek the comfort of a woman's embrace. Who was to know?

"Good evening."

She was startled out of her reverie by a man's voice. It was General Beaumont, sitting on the edge of his cot bed. He was wearing pants and a loose fitted shirt, and his dark hair curled around his ears, still a bit wet. He must have just washed.

"Sir!" She curtsied. "You startled me."

"You were surprised by my presence in my own quarters?"

"No--it's just--lots of people are celebrating, that's all. I thought you might have joined them.

Congratulations on your victory, by the way. I heard today's success is largely attributed to your endeavours."

"Thank you." He regarded her silently.

"And you? Are you not celebrating my victory?" He asked.

"I haven't finished all of my chores yet." She looked at his dirty dishes and the water in the washbasin.

"Well, if it is only me standing in the way between you and a night of revelry..."

"Oh, no, sir." She started collecting the dishes. "I will clean these and then retire for an early night."

"A young and beautiful woman like you missing out on a night of fun? Do you not have a sweetheart among the soldiers?"

She laughed in surprise.

"Most of the men out there haven't washed in days and are starved for a woman's attention. Being young and beautiful, as you put it, puts me in danger around them."

"Do you feel in danger around me?"

She looked at him, and suddenly his gaze seemed hungry. Had he always looked at her like that?

"No, sir."

"Would you like to have some fun?"

"Some... fun?"

"Well, I did achieve a major victory today. That should be celebrated. And you are a beautiful woman and much better company than the boisterous drunks outside."

She put the dishes back on the table.

"Well, if the general himself invites me to celebrate his victory..." She stepped closer, her heart drumming in her chest. "I can't very well decline, can I?"

"No, you cannot." He kissed her.

He was a good kisser, she determined. His mouth was assured and firm against hers, and she willingly opened her lips to his exploring tongue. He pulled some of the pins out of her hair, and it tumbled in dark waves down her back. His hands started wandering, he quickly cupped her breasts and then moved on to grope her bottom. She groaned into his mouth.

"Do you like this?" He panted against her lips.

"Very," she whispered back.

"I need to see you naked."

He pulled impatiently at the laces of her dress and pushed it down her shoulders until her breasts spilled free. He looked at her in awe, mouth slightly agape. Then he surged forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. He licked and sucked her nipple and kneaded her other breast with his hand. The feeling went straight between her legs. She let out a moan. When he let go of her, slightly out of breath, she went to her knees in front of him. One hand cupped his hard length through his trousers and he groaned. She quickly undid his laces and took him out of his pants. Hannah slowly stroked him up and down a few times, then she closed her lips around his tip. A low moan was her reward. She moved her lips up and down his length and used her tongue to pay extra attention to the tip. General Beaumont groaned and collected her hair in his hands. He held her firmly, but still left her in control. She let go of him with a wet pop and spread the wetness leaking out of him mixed with her saliva down his length. Then she took him in her mouth again. The tent was filled with the sounds of her sucking him and his moans of pleasure. After a few minutes, he gently pulled her off him.

"I need to be inside you. Please."

She stood up and slowly undressed under his watchful eyes. He was frozen for a moment, then he remembered himself and removed his shirt and pants.

"Lie down."

She obeyed and lay on her back, her legs spread. He kneeled before her, just looked at her for a moment, then pinched her nipples. Her breath hitched. The general grabbed her thighs and slowly opened her legs a bit wider. He dragged a finger through her wetness, then slowly pushed it inside. She whimpered.

"Oh, you are so ready for me." He slung one of her legs around his waist and put the other on his shoulder so her thigh rested against his chest. Then he pushed into her in one long stroke. They moaned simultaneously. He started thrusting into her in a steady rhythm. She put one arm above her head and simply admired the view of the good-looking, well-toned man kneeling between her spread legs and pushing into her over and over again. She didn't know how good she looked to him, face and chest covered in a pretty blush, breasts bouncing with every stroke. His rhythm picked up tempo and she moaned again, quickly wondering if the soldiers outside could hear. The general slipped his hand between her legs and his thumb started circling her bundle of nerves.

"Oh yes, right there."

She started squirming and panting. Her whole body tingled in anticipation. Then her climax crushed over her and she cried out. It rolled through her body in endless waves. When she came back down from her high, General Beaumont was still relentlessly fucking her. She could see the tension in his body and he was breathing heavily. He was close, she could feel it. Suddenly, he stopped, then thrust into her again, slowly, slowly, slowly. Through his last shuddering thrusts, she could feel him spilling into her. He pulled out and collapsed onto the camp bed next to her.

After a while, he got up and cleaned himself. He returned with a wet cloth and wiped softly between her legs. She shuddered from the cold water and the rough material on her sensitive skin. He lay down next to her and pulled a blanket over both of them.

"Do you not want me... to go?"

"I would like for you to stay. Maybe we could continue our celebration tomorrow morning?" He pulled her into his chest.

She smiled into the dim light of the tent. "I would like that."