The General's Love
#1 of Revalations
General Stephan Gondalin stood calmly, staring off into the distance remembering the events of the past day. His bloody cloak covered his scarred and aged body keeping out the bitter cold of the climate. His arms hung, resting at his side with a sword at rest in his right hand and a battered shield in his left. The blood surrounding him came up to his knees and mangled limbs of allied and enemy men floated past as a gentle breeze blew across this man made lake. Each breath he let out collected in the cool air and froze to his white beard. His skin burned as the cold of the air passed across his wounds. The ground beneath his feet quaked again as it had since the split of mount Elaia. The valley in which he stood housed thousands of dead soldiers, and would soon see more. He turned his figure around slowly to face his force. He looked each furre in the eye. He could smell their fear. The sun finally topped the crest of the hill, bringing it's heat and light to every furre's face. Each creature in this huddled mass of furres carried a personal scar. Each one had seen the pain and torture of bloody war. Armageddon had begun to take its tole. Gondalin's army was still 5 million strong, but the soldier's morale was depleting. Fourteen days of battle had eaten away at the hearts of each one, and Gondalin himself began to feel the effects of fatigue. The faces of his soldiers resonated the pain that each was in. Gondalin was full of sorrow and tried to raise their morale. "My dear furres, today will be no different than the past few, but why do you fear? Once you give your life and the blackness of death falls over eyes, you won't know the difference, for you will be dead. Do not fear pain. Do not fear this enemy. We still have the advantage. You are all men of great tactics and skill. We will win this battle today and we will win this war. Today is a great day to die. We are not dieing for our country, we are dieing to protect our families and friends. Remember your wives and fiancées. Fight for them!" With those words he raised his sword into the air with each muscle in his arm rippling with the weight of the metal. His sword fell until it pointed to the opposing general. Parallel to the ground, his sword aimed to the eye of General Helanous. A great cry rose from both armies, and the two masses closed the gap between them. The blood they waded in flew out in waves from their legs and sides. No soldier was thinking of his pain now, each had one thing in his mind; killing the enemy. Focus. You have to keep focused. Make it happen. Don't give up. The space between each army grew smaller and smaller until, as blood splashed onto each soldier's face, the two masses met. Swords clashed and the screaming stopped for a moment. As the men rushed into each other, all sound ceased. Only the moving ocean was heard, until finally the first death occurred. Come on. This is important. Make this work. It all depends on you now. As he fell, his cry filled the ears of both armies. He was one of Gondalin's . A captain at that. Moral and hatred raised in the furre's hearts, and the battle began. The gurgling spurts of blood were heard from every direction. Gondalin thrust his sword into a muscular looking wolf. This creature was another nameless face that Gondalin had taken the life from. He began to feel sorry for this poor wolf. Did he have a family back home? It didn't matter, he had to keep his mind on fighting. Pulling his sword out of the dying man's chest, a great pain rose across his back. He had been hit. Damn it. It doesn't matter. Keep trying. Make your money. Focus. He didn't scream. He didn't fall to his knees. He didn't flinch. He turned around using the weight of the sword as a force and watched this furre's head fall off of his shoulders. It was a clean cut. Almost like glass. Blood spewed from what remained of the fox's neck, but there was no time to watch. Already another furre was coming at him. There are people everywhere. I can't focus. No. Stop thinking about it. Just do it. Swords crossed until the sun finally fell below the top of the mountainside. The clanging of metal ceased, and only the moans and muffled screams of dying soldiers could be heard now. Another day was over. It was time to catch some rest and prepare for tomorrow. Ergh. I can try again tomorrow. It is time for rest. Gondalin started to think of Ivory. She was a tigress of 22. Rather young for a white tiger of 46, but she was willing every night to make him feel the love he longed to feel. She was a perfect creature. He pictured himself running his hands down her sides, feeling her curves. Her white hair flowed around her shoulders like an angels hair. Her green eyes pierced his thoughts, but there were men waiting for orders. No time to think about this yet. "You fought well today my friends. Come let's back to camp. It is time for us to forget about this battle and be with our relievers." The faces of the soldiers showed that they knew he was thinking about something other than their current situation. It was time to go back to camp. The relievers would be soft and silky as always and their smooth warm bodies would bring some comfort to the soldier's scabbed and scarred bodies. Each furre turned to head back. Three shouts were heard, and they marced in perfect step all the way back to camp. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After twenty minutes of hard marching, camp finally came into view. The female relievers were huddled around the court fire and their faces lit up as they saw their temporary mates comming to greet them. Although their slavery was not something to be proud of, they enjoyed making love. At least most of the soldiers were gentle and they never ended up with the same male two nights in a row. None except for Ivory. Gondalin always got to pick his night partner first, and he had been picking her every night since the beginning of Armageddon. She didn't mind Gondalin. He could still get up and his size was something to be proud of. He pleased her every second she was with him, but there were younger, more beautiful furres that she lusted for. She knew Gondalin loved her, and she was beginning to feel the same for him, she hoped. The army finally reaced the camp, and the males huddled around the court fire with their female partners. Only Gondalin got to pick first, and he looked at ivory's perfect face. Her green eyes pierced him, and he could almost feel her soft fur. "Ivory." He pointed his sharp finger. He couldn't retract that claw anymore. "Fellow soldiers, I bid you all goodnight." He smirked and the soldiers laughed. Ivory gave Chris a peck on the cheek and reassured him that eventually she could sleep with him. He nodded and Ivory walked over to Gondalin. He put his arm around her and led her to his tent. Incense smoked in the corner and spashing of water was heard as Stephen washed the blood from his face. Ivory went over to the lushous skins and sat, crossing her legs. "Am I going to be your personal reliever?" "What do you mean by that? Do you not enjoy me?" He was always hard like this. "Of course I do sexy, but all of the other girls get to see the variety." Maybe she shouldn't have said that, but it was too late, and who knew? Maybe it wouldn't anger him. "Well as long as you aren't bored..." Not too angry of an answer. "Of course not baby." His smile was refreshing. She stood up and moved between Gondalin and his washing bowl. He liked a pushy female. He looked at her eyes. They looked greener than ever tonight. She saw his Blue eyes piercing her. Those were eyes full of love. He licked her cheek. The taste of her fur filled his mouth. She tasted like a godess. She wrapped her arms around his neck like a child would a parent. As long as she always did something unexplainable, he would be happy. Her paws moved down his side as he reached out for her torso. She unlatched the leather bindings holding his breastplate on and lifted the heavy metal off of his body. He was drenched blood and sweat, but she kind of liked it. She filled her paw with water and rubbed the dried blood away from his chest and stomach. Each finger of her right paw rubbed over his right nipple as she moved her paws over his body to wash the blood away. For an old soldier, his fur was soft. She felt the lust rising in her. She wanted him. She needed him. "I wan't you" A deep laugh was the reply. "I need you" He raised his eyebrows and made that smirk. He wasn't bad looking for a fourty six year old white tiger. He unlatched her shoulder pins and watched the satin silk clothing drop slowly off of her body. Her body was so beautiful. Her breast were firm and her nipples were hard as diamonds. He touched every part of her body he could grasp. He ran his his paws over every inch of her sides, feeling every perfect curve. She untied his right and left gauntlet and let them fall clanging on the floor. She unlatched his greaves, luckily his boots were already off. That would ruin the moment. His greaves fell to the ground and his member began to grow. She reached out and ran her paw under his shaft. The touch of this angels fingers caused him to grow hard. She licked his body. She started at his neck, kissing his ear lobes, and moved down his neck to his chest. He really was very good looking. She let her tongue cross both nipples. Slowly she worked her way down his stomach, crossing each rippling muscle. Her hands moved down his body to his knees and she let his member enter her mouth. There was something magical about a hard shaft in her mouth. She let her tongue cross over his tip all the while pulling him further in. He was totally turned on. He was so smitten at this point she could make him do just about anything. She slowly moved her head back from his gigantic penis and stood up again. They embraced. He pulled her to him and her breast moved against his. Her body was so warm and soft. It felt so good on his callused body. The two tigers, in the heat of passion stood as one. Their faces were perpendicular and as they made out, they slowly moved over to the skins. First to their knees, then they both laid on the furry skin. It was soft, but not as soft as them. Her fur especially. She moved to lay on her back and spread her legs. He moved over her, propping his body up with his arms, he positioned his lower half in between hers. She didn't have to lead him in, he was good. He let the tip of his penis rub across her vagina. She loved the tease. He put the tip of his member right at the vaginal opening, and let himself flow into her. She moaned with pleasure. He was so huge. Had she been a virgin she would be bleeding. Thank God for Chris. He moved in and out and in, deeper and deeper each time. Her soft wet pussy felt so good on his shaft. She wrapped her paws around his perfectly round butt and pulled him in with every bit of strenth she had. He put his wrist under her shoulders, and with his paws, he pulled him self in. She let out a scream now each time he moved in. He was so wonderful. If only they could screw forever. The pleasure rose. Each was nearing the climax. She had his timing down to a science now. He began to moan, and a few more strokes went by. The feeling grew to great to control. She screamed at the top of her lungs. He pulled with all of his might and his penis exploded in her. Me moaned and began to slow. "No keep going." She loved the feeling of his cum in her. He went as long as he could, until the nerves could take no more. He pulled out slowly and each let out a sigh. He turned and laid on his back, she turned over on her side and laid her outer arm across his chest. "I love you Ivory." "I know Stephen." The two looked at each other for a long while until sleep crept over their eyes. The two bodies breathed and the only movement now was the chest as each breathed the others breath.