The war against the Neo-Magatsu Empire had reached its climax. To break the stalemate of the past few months, the allied nations, led by Aisha, had launched a full-scale offensive.
I, too, had been dispatched to the front lines by direct order of the Queen. Thanks to our efforts, the battle was progressing in our favor.
“Just a little more…”
The enemy, who had been skillfully evading our advances, could no longer maintain their defensive line and had begun to retreat.
I had been holding off Dibahha and Hazel, former Elysion Octa members, who were positioned in the center. They were no longer able to withstand our assault and had just fled. The Sixth Squad and Seventh Squad were engaging the enemy forces on the right and left flanks, respectively.
“We have the advantage, Commander-in-Chief Abel.”
I received this battle report at the command post set up deep within our territory.
“The enemy has begun to retreat, so I have ordered a brief respite for our troops.”
The report came from Beatrice, the captain of the Seventh Squad. Currently, the Seventh Squad was attacking the right flank.
“I see, well done, Captain Beatrice.”
Beatrice smiled at my words. The ageless beautiful witch of a captain exuded a captivating aura even on the battlefield.
“And how is the Sixth Squad?”
“My squad is in a similar situation. The enemy has already begun their withdrawal.”
Gaston, the captain of the Sixth Squad, who was attacking the left flank, replied to my inquiry. In contrast to Beatrice, he was a stern-looking middle-aged man.
“Captain Gaston, you have worked hard as well.”
I offered my words of encouragement.
“To avoid depleting our forces, the Second Squad will replace the right flank and the Fourth Squad will replace the left. The Sixth and Seventh Squads will stand by in the rear. Order your members to rest.”
“Understood.”
Beatrice and Gaston spoke in unison, bowing their heads respectfully.
“You two should rest as well. That is all.”
I nodded with a dignified air.
My demeanor as Commander-in-Chief was becoming quite natural. Although they were my subordinates, many of them were older than me, which had been a bit difficult at first… But I had learned to separate my professional attitude from my personal feelings.
About thirty minutes after they left, Beatrice returned.
“Is something wrong, Captain Beatrice?”
I narrowed my eyes, wondering if a problem had arisen.
“Can I ask you something, Abel?”
Beatrice smiled. The way she spoke indicated it was something personal. While she used polite language with me during duty, she reverted to her usual casual tone when we were off duty.
“What is it, Beatrice?”
I switched to my casual tone and asked again.
“I’ve ordered the soldiers to rest. I want to recuperate myself before the next battle.”
Beatrice leaned closer, her alluring perfume mingled with potent pheromones, igniting my primal instincts.
“Recuperate…?”
We had known each other for quite some time. I understood what she meant by that. But this was a battlefield, after all…
“There won’t be any fighting for a while, so it’s fine, isn’t it?”
Beatrice slowly licked her lips, a gesture that sent a tremor through my lower abdomen.
“I worked hard too. To live up to the orders of my beloved Abel. So… Can you give your diligent subordinate a reward?”
“W-well, I am grateful for your achievements in battle, but…”
“It will be over quickly. Please?”
Beatrice sealed my reply by pressing her lips against mine.
“Mmmph…”
The hot, moist sensation of her lips ignited my desire. It was daring, considering we were still in the midst of a war, even if the enemy was retreating. I found myself somewhat exasperated, yet…
Beatrice smiled and pulled me by the hand towards a thicket behind our main camp.
After casting a simple barrier spell to ensure our privacy, I embraced Beatrice and pushed her down.
“Ah…”
With her soft sigh, a wet sound echoed from her intimate parts. Even with light caresses, Beatrice was already thoroughly wet. Had she been holding back for days on the battlefield? Well, so had I. My blood was rushing to my lower body, and my penis was throbbing.
Pulling down my pants and underwear, I exposed my stiff penis and spread Beatrice’s slender legs, thrusting my hips forward. I lifted her knightly skirt, pushed aside her alluring purple panties, and entered her in one go.
Her ripe, moist flesh was hot and soft, clinging to me as I penetrated deeply, welcoming me.
“Ngh, it’s been a while… Your cock is still amazing!”
Beatrice writhed her hips lewdly, a smile of delight on her face. She caressed my cheek with her fingertips, her eyes crinkling with joy.
“Heh, you’ve certainly become more robust since we first met.”
“Have I? I don’t think so—”
As I blushed, Beatrice arched upwards and kissed me. Our tongues tangled passionately as she ground her hips against mine. Her vagina contracted irregularly, squeezing my penis with tender force. The fluid undulations of her flesh spoke of her immense experience. The exquisite tightness sent my arousal soaring.
“You protect many people and interact with many others, changing little by little… You might not realize it yourself, but I believe these experiences are shaping you into the magnificent Commander-in-Chief you are becoming.”
Beatrice must have sensed my doubts when I first took command, wondering if I was truly worthy. Her words gave me courage, though I knew there was still much to learn.
“Besides, you’ve certainly gotten more impressive in *this* regard too.”
“…And that’s the punchline?”
“Oh, it’s no fun to be all serious during lovemaking, is it? Now, no more words are needed. Give me more pleasure.”
“Then, I’ll meet your expectations!”
I thrust myself into Beatrice with renewed vigor. We continued our passionate, intimate embrace, devouring each other. Having made love many times before, both Beatrice and I knew each other’s pleasure points. We focused on stimulating those areas, escalating the intensity of our pleasure. This was sex focused purely on maximizing pleasure, rather than confirming affection. It was perhaps the most fitting way for us to be together.
“Ahhh! I can’t take it anymore! I’m coming! I’m coming!”
Beatrice cried out, her voluptuous body trembling.
“You too! Pour your hot semen inside me!”
“Then, here it comes! Ooh!”
With a sharp cry, I convulsed with ecstasy, ejaculating my potent semen into her stimulated acupoints. My throbbing penis unleashed a torrent of semen deep into Beatrice’s vagina.
“Phew, that was good. Very good.”
After ensuring every last drop had entered her uterus, I withdrew, savoring the lingering afterglow of our passionate encounter.
“I enjoyed that immensely too. You’re still the best, Abel.”
Slowly, a clear, milky fluid flowed and dripped from her crimson acupoints, carrying a faint, fishy odor.
“Well, with so much… I might get pregnant, even at my age.”
Beatrice smiled suggestively. The hint of pregnancy sent a shiver of thrilling transgression through me.
“Heh heh heh, if it’s your child, I might consider bearing it. A child conceived on the battlefield… might become a hero in the future, just like you?”
Her words, a mixture of seriousness and jest, sent another shiver down my spine. What kind of feelings does Beatrice have for me…? Honestly, I don’t even know if she’s single or married. Beatrice’s private life is a complete mystery. Is our relationship purely physical? She called me “beloved Abel” before inviting me to make love… But her smile gave no clue to the answer. Perhaps it’s better to leave some mysteries unresolved. The nature of our relationship…
“Hey, it’s not over yet, is it? Give me more inside me.”
Urged on by Beatrice, I once again embraced her alluring body, ready to continue.
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