Smoke rose high into the air from the burning ships in the harbor. The setting sun glowed as red as a blacksmith's forge through the smoke as dragons spun and wheeled, their scales shining with blasts of flame and lightning.
"The west wall is breached, general," the runner said, gasping for breath and thankfully drinking from the water flask Laurana handed him.
"Good, tell Lord Cutter to advance through the city towards the citadel," Laurana said as she looked towards the besieged city from her command camp.
"Yes, ma'am!" the runner said and snapped off a salute before sprinting back towards the front lines. From somewhere above the smoke a dragon roared in pain or anger. The north wall of the city was visible from the camp but the breach in the west was hidden behind the curve of the city walls.
A plume of dust frose from where a team of dwarven mercenary engineers had undermined and collapsed the wall. A second, human, team of engineers were working on the east wall but despite their expertise they had lost the race and a keg of dwarf spirits to the dwarves.
"Send my congratulations to the dwarven engineers," Laurana said to a runner as she ran a hand through her golden hair. It gleamed in the blood red light of the sun as she climbed the steps of the observation platform and took the offered spyglass from the elven scout standing there.
"Advance the fifth, eighth, and eleventh brigades towards the breach. They're to secure Lord Cutter's rear and flanks," she called down to the knights gathered around the maps table below the tower. "When the human engineers are ready to collapse the wall, have them hold until my signal."
"Ma'am?" Lord Iroth said, looking up from the maps. "You want them to wait? Surely we should-"
"-wait until the Dragonarmy commander has pulled forces from the eastern wall to fight Lord Cutter's forces, yes," she said without looking at Iroth. "Thank you for confirming my orders."
Lord Iroth flushed and puffed his mustaches before bending back over the map table. Laurana ignored the smirk on the Qualinesti scout's face as she raised the spyglass to her eye.
The north gate was still holding despite two attempts to batter it down. But the attempts to scale the wall were going well, she could see four ladders secured and a vanguard of knights were forcing back a mixed rabble of draconians and humans.
With a twist, the enchanted spyglass brought her view close enough to make out the faces of her soldiers as the battered and shoved the Dragonarmy troops. As she watched, one of the minotaur mercenaries fighting for the Whitestone forces jerked a knight back off his feet. A draconian's spear narrowly missed the skewering the knight and the minotaur shoved the knight behind him before grabbing the draconian's spear and hauling its wielder into a bear hug.
The minotaur snarled silently and Laurana felt a shiver run through her body as he tossed back his head and lifted the draconian off its feet. With a squeeze that bulged the muscles and veins in the minotaur's bare shoulders, the draconian's back snapped visibly.
Laurana frowned, the draconian would soon explode taking the minotaur and the first rank of troops on both sides of the battle raging across the battlements. But then the minotaur lifted the draconian's smoking corpse above his head and heaved it far back into the pressing ranks of Dragonarmy troops.
The blast barely reached Laurana's pointed ears but she could see the effect even without the spyglass. A massive gap had opened in the Dragonarmy ranks and the survivors staggered deafened and stunned, easily cut down or thrown from the wall by the Whitestone forces.
Laurana's heart hammered in her chest and she bit her pink lower lip with gleaming white teeth as she watched the minotaur strut across the wall, his fists pumping in the air as cheering soldiers rushed by him. A few seconds later she saw him lower his head and charge through the mob towards one of the north gate's towers. He rose and backed off a few meters and charged again, this time she saw splinters of wood from the tower door exploding outward as the minotaur rammed through it.
Laurana gasped and leaned heavily against the observation tower rail at the thought of the strength needed to batter down a reinforced and armored door. She could imagine that strength between her parted thighs, the minotaur's muscled body crouched over her, his rough hands mauling her heaving breasts as she writhed and gasped, delicate hands cluthing at his arms, her mouth parted, eyes wide with pleasure as he ravished her.
The scout's polite cough brought her back from the fantasy and she saw the minotaur burst from the tower's roof trapdoor, part of a Dragonarmy soldier in each hand. He threw the now stone remnants at one of the soliders manning the two ballistae on the roof, sending the soldier flying over the edge.
The remaining soldiers charged the minotaur with sword, spear, and shield. Laurana watched and breathed heavily, one hand pressed against her breast as if to muffle the sound of her rapidly beating heart.
Soldiers flew as they were battered aside or lifted and thrown by the minotaur. And armored officer darted to the side and struck at the minotaur from behind, only to have his sword parried by a heavy forward curved machete that leapt to the minotaur's left hand from a waist sheath. With two heavy strikes the officer's shield was cleaved in two and a third strike removed his head.
"Get me that minotaur's name," Laurana said, trying to steady her voice, as the minotaur was handed a Whitestone standard from through the trapdoor and began to wave it over the tower.
"Gotos of the Bloody Entrails Mountains," the minotaur said hours and a day later in Laurana's tent. He stood at attention, smeared with dirt and blood, a dozen or more cuts across his arms and legs just treated by a swooning priestess of Paladine. The priestess giggled and looked abashed at Laurana's scornful gaze before bowing and backing out of the tent.
The musk of the minotaur filled the tent and Laurana had to fight to keep from swooning as the priestess had. She sat behind her desk, legs crossed, wearing only her uniform and helmet. The rest of her armor rested on its stand, still grimed from the last battle to take the citadel.
"Gotos," Laurana said, "you were instrumental in taking the north gate. Without you the gate might have held for hours, a day, longer, forcing Lord Cutter's troops to fight straight on against the citadel's defenders."
"Faugh," Gotos snorted and Laurana raised her eyebrows in surprise, her green eyes widening. "The Dragonarmy troops were broken and useless. Your knights are brave fighters, even if they fight poorly. But they would have managed to secure the tower soon even if I hadn't been there." His rumbling voice made Laurana squeeze her thighs together.
"P-perhaps," she managed to say in a moment. "But you did take the tower. I believe you should be...rewarded," she said, almost stammering the last word as she looked the minotaur in the eye.
"Aye, war leader," he said. "I fight with steel for steel. Your cause and honors matters little to me, give me my reward and I shall praise you as a generous and skilled leader to all who shall listen."
"I have your reward here," Laurana said as she stood from the desk and walked across the carpet to Gotos. She stood barely halfway up his chest and she had to crane her neck to look at his face as she lifted the heavy pouch of steel coins in one hand.
"Thank you, war leader," Gotos said with a bow of his horned head as he took the pouch and dropped it into a satchel secured to his belt. His eyes roamed across Laurana's body, boldly admring the full curves of her breasts beneath the tight jacket of her Whitestone Army uniform. With insolent, arrogant slowness, his eyes raked downwards, sliding across Laurana's belly, hips, and lean, lithe legs with a palpable force that set her trembling.
Laurana's eyes widened and she took a half step back, arms crossing across her breasts. "Would that I could have even a richer reward," he said with a smirk and turned to leave. "I shall take my leave of you and this army, I feel that there will be few chances for greater glory than this. I wish to return home before the winter storms."
The minotaur stopped when he felt the elf general's hand touching his back. "I would still have need of your, your," Laurana paused and felt her heart hammering in her chest. "Your services, Gotos."
Gotos rumbled with laughter as he turned and stepped towards Laurana. She gasped at the fire in his eyes as he seized her shoulders and propelled her back towards her desk.
"I-I meant your services as a warrior!" Laurana gasped, blushing in shame at her high, trembling voice, a shameful weakness from the Golden General. "I did not mean to-"
Her voice cut off in a sharp gasp as her thighs bumped against the desk and one of the minotaur's hands moved to cup her heaving breasts through her jacket. "No," she whispered, "I didn't- I meant- not this-"
Laurana groaned as the minotaur lifted her effortlessly and set her down on the desk. His hands pulled open her jacket, buttons flying across the tent. "No, warrior, I cannot- you cannot-" she moaned as his hands yanked her jacket down, pinning her arms to her sides as she tried to bat away his questing fingers.
"This is also part of my warrior services," Gotos chucked as he shoved Laurana back, pinning her to the desk with one broad hand on her breasts. She moaned, her golden hair tossing beneath her helmet as she shook her head.
"No, stop-" she whimpered and then her voice was muffled as he moved his hand across her mouth. She stared up at him with trembling, wide green eyes, lashes fluttering as she felt his other hand stroke her heaving breasts then roughly tear open the front of her blouse. Her breasts rose free, nipples aching and hard as his calloused palm roughly caressed her, squeezing and stroking her soft flesh.
Laurana's legs kicked feebly, her boots bouncing off the minotaur's thighs as he ran his hand over her bare stomach, fingertips brushing against her golden skin as breathed frantically. Her eyes widened again and she shook her head as Gotos seized the waistband of her breeches and hauled upwards, lifting her off the desk for a moment before the fabric tore under his incredible strength, leaving only shreds of the breeches clinging to her calfs.
Laurana cried out in shock and humiliation when she realized he had torn away her underclothes as well, leaving nothing concealing her most intimate parts from his devouring eyes.
The elven general's voice was muffled as she wriggled her arms, trying to free them from the clinging confines of her jacket. Her body arched, legs twisting as she tried to cross them, tried to roll over and hide herself from the minotaur.
But with effortless ease, Gotos thrust his hand between Laurana's shivering thighs and wrenched them apart. He seized her left thigh and raised it upward, lifting her bottom off the edge of the desk and leaving her booted left foot kicking helplessly in the air above his shoulder.
Laurana moaned as he moved between her now parted thighs, the front of his armored kilt bulging outward and brushing against her skin, sending electric shocks through her body as she whimpered and looked pleadingly into the minotaur's eyes. She felt her foot on his right shoulder and he bent forward, trapping it there as her legs were spread, one hanging off the desk and the other bent up towards her head.
With his now free hand the minotaur reached down and freed himself. Laurana's eyes sprang open and she shouted into his palm, shaking her head and pleading wordlessly as she felt the minotaur's cock pressing against the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Hot wetness oozed from the tip and her heart felt as if it would burst from her chest.
"I can feel you want this," Gotos rumbled as he leaned closer, bending Laurana's leg back. She writhed beneath him, grateful for her elvish flexibility, her trapped hands clutching at the scatter of papers on her desk below her. "Yes, you're as hot and wet as a palace whore."
Laurana moaned and closed her eyes, trying to turn her head away as she felt the minotaur's cock press against her pussy, just starting to part the petals of her flower. "The Emperor has a harem of elf sluts," Gotos whispered into her ear as he slowly, inevitably pushed into her. "Their hair and skin is of all colors, the bodies all shapes and sizes. But one thing that they all share is that they are all-" he thrust into her suddenly, snapping Laurana's eyes open as she wailed into his hand, "-whores and sluts through and-" another thrust and he was halfway in her, lifting her off the desk, "-through."
Laurana screamed and cried out into his hand as the minotaur began to rock against her, his cock slowly sliding in and out of her stretched quim. "Yes, just as wet as you are now," he said and Laurana felt the color rising even further in her flushed cheeks as she felt her own juices rising and spilling around the pounding cock.
The Golden General writhed underneath the minotaur, her eyes fluttering with each massive thrust, her hands clutching mindlessly as the minotaur's free hand mauled her breasts, pinching her nipples until she moaned like an alley whore, sliding down beneath their pumping bodies to roughly stroke her clit, then back up to her breasts to pin her firmly to the desk as he leaned forward and began to hammer into her.
Laurana screamed into the minotaur's hand as she climaxed, her free leg curling around Gotos' waist, her boots bouncing as he pounded himself in and out of her dripping pussy. Her breasts, slick with their mixed sweat, bounced obscenely as he leaned back, letting her long, lean legs wrap around his waist as he seized her waist with his free hand.
The elf princess sobbed with pleasure, shaking her head as the minotaur mounted her and rode her mercilessly towards another climax. Eyes squeezed shut, golden hair spilling across the desk like a wave of sunrise, Laurana bit at his hand as he thighs squeezed the minotaur's waist and she arched her body off the desk and into each of his battering thrusts.
Then, with a hoarse groan that filled the tent over the sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh, the minotaur threw back his head and unleashed his seed deep into Laurana's shuddering body. He continued to thrust, each pounding ram dizzying Laurana's addled mind as she moaned incoherently, her legs flopping bonelessly as she felt her whole body go limp.
Her fluttering eyes looked up at the minotaur through a mingling of sweat and tears of pleasure as he drew his hand away from her mouth, letting her gasp for breath, mouth wide. She groaned as he pulled out her and a startlingly hot blast of his seed spattered across her quivering belly and heaving breasts, one gobbet landing on her lips and cheek.
Gotos looked down at Laurana and the elven princess had to turn away, shame rising in her cheeks as she lay, their mingled juices dripping from her and tricking down her inner thighs and the taut globes of her ass. Laurana moaned and willingly opened her mouth as the minotaur rounded the desk and laid his dripping cock across her pink, lovely lips. With a groan of pleasure and shame Laurana slid her lips across his cock, stretching her mouth wide to take him deep in her mouth, tasting herself mixed with his come as she licked and sucked him clean.
Finally, he pulled himself free, himself panting with pleasure as Laurana's head dropped limply back onto the desk. She knew what she looked like, knew what a shameful and disgusting mess she was, legs still spread, her inner secrets revealed and dripping, her golden skin gleaming with sweat and great splatters of the minotaur's come.
"I'll tell the servants to heat water for you," he grunted, as spent and exhausted as any battle to the death had ever made him. The minotaur patted Laurana's head as if she were an obedient animal and stroked her golden hair before turning to leave. He paused and turned back from the entrance.
Laurana watched with bleary eyes as he took a pair of small scissors from her wash table, normally used to trim her hair. With a flush she turned her head as he took a lock of the golden hair between her thighs and placed it in his satchel.
"I believe I will be staying in your service, general," he said, bowing to Laurana as she sprawled across her desk. She watched him leave and was grateful that he carefully kept the flaps of the tent closed as he left, shielding her from the no doubt prying eyes of her servants waiting outside.
"My lady general?" a maid called from outside. "The dwarven engineers are waiting for an audience? They say you summoned them?"
Laurana stared at the ceiling of her tent for a long moment and then, in a trembling voice, called out, "Leave me be, but-" she paused. "Send them in."