The king will see you
When a king needs his lead officer, the battle turns out differently.
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Based on the pic that he commissioned, found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/18754863/ and by the artist: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/jiandou
The King will see you
*Clang! Clunk! Smack! Slash!*
"For honour and glory! We fight!" This followed by a thunderous echo of an army of warriors, shield and fighting gears at ready, they charged.
They moved forward and charged with their might, slashed and butted heads with the enemy as hard as possible. Dead bodies were found and scattered everywhere, some barely alive while others keeping it together but one thing was for certain: it was a death battle. Spears on bodies, blood shed all over, men dying for their country; it was literally death waiting at their door steps.
The captain of the platoon charged once more and gave in with all of his might. Knocked over several horses and pachyderm along the way but cared less about their safety. Instead, he didn't care if his band of brothers didn't make it to the end; all he cared about was fulfilling his orders to the king and reign victory. The head of the commanding officer of his opponent must roll or he would be rendered useless. For a bull his size, it wasn't a surprise that he managed to split the sea of soldiers like he was cutting through an apple.
Of course, he wasn't alone because his brothers in arms were always behind him but most of all; he knew someone else was watching. His muscles underneath that heavy armour flexed and sweat profusely, clearly getting far too hot for his own good. From the corner of his eye, he saw someone standing right at the hill top, arms akimbo with his armour gleamed under sunlight; Red, a stalwart white tiger leader to those who served under him and an unorthodox tactician to all who tried to retaliate. The most distinctive difference between him and the usual stripped felines were his horns. Some had mistaken the man for a bull but many describe him as a demon. Red may looked like a demon but underneath his devious physique, he was different.
Body matched the same with Bastion, the white feline had muscles packed the same as he had. Only difference was their species but that didn't deter him from portraying their hard earned stature. The man had seen many great battles in his life and this was going to be placed in one of his most historical moments. He was basically the king of this land and his goal and ultimate dream was to conquer as many lands as possible without the interference of Julius Caesar. That dictator was as cunning as he looks and he would never bow down to the likes of him. Thus, he needed to prove his prowess by using force. It may not be the best method out there but it yielded results and Bastion was the man for the job.
"Bastion!" One of his right hand men shouted as he pulled his sword out from an enemy. "Commander Bastion! This is dangerous! We are completely outnumbered and our men are falling behind! We need to retreat!"
"Argh!!!" The dark furred bull roared and kicked over another. "We are not retreating! This is our only chance! The king is counting on us!"
Just as he was about to refute, an uproar or rather, a chant from the back was heard and what he saw had his eyes bulged wide open like dinner plates. They were practically flanked from the back when another army had taken them by surprise. It was not within their expectations and if this goes on, there's no telling if they'd live to see the sun rise tomorrow. Bastion was sweating and nervous right now, heart pounded in his chest, running out of ideas with all of this commotion.
"I'm sorry, commander but this isn't the plan. We need to regroup!" He continued to shoot and snarled heavily as another came running towards him, quickly defended and speared right through him.
Bastion wasn't exactly happy with the outcome. Perhaps, he may have underestimated the enemy and they were quite trained compared to his previous conquest. Yes, they lacked behind and this was basically manslaughter but there was no other way around it. He needed to make his king proud, proud that he was able to fulfil his command. "Are you mental?! The king is watching us from above!"
That was when he made a mistake. As if time slowed down, he saw an enemy soldier lurched towards him from the sky with an axe right above him, obviously clambering in for the kill and the first thought that came to the bull was 'death' but something far unexpected came about. He froze in place but the assailant was quickly dealt with when a white shadow appeared in front of him and slashed the incoming enemy.
The body fell on to the ground with a loud thud, lifeless as his vital organs were destroyed. Bastion stood rooted, unable to move as his breathing got heavy, his heart raced like a marathon runner. "S-Sir..."
Red glared towards the bull and sheathes his sword, "Call the troops back. I've seen enough blood shed for one day. We are losing men quicker than we can kill theirs." As if on cue, a battle horn blared, a signal to indicate retreat and as they did so, the other side stopped in their tracks but never letting their guard down. Out of the mist of their enemy's troops, appeared a valiant horse, obviously injured from the battle as well. He smirked and pointed his sword towards Red, who wasn't intimidated at all by his taunt.
"I see you are retreating, pray tell why? Have your troops gotten lazy or better yet, inadequate or - "
"Enough!!" Red snarled with claws out. "I will not stand here and take insults about my men. They fight for their lives, for the kingdom and I will not allow someone like you to insult them in this manner. We retreat and will take this land, one way or the other, I promise you that."
Bastion glared at the horse just the same. As much as he'd like to lunged forward and rip his heart right off his chest, it was best to regroup. His men had dispersed and along the way helped with any injured warriors that may need far more attention than others.
"We will meet again," the horned white tiger turned and left the battle field, accompanied by Bastion. The bull eyed at him as they walked away with tails tucked between their legs but that didn't diminished his growing anger to take this land. He bit his lips for a second and placed his paw against the feline's arm.
They stopped momentarily as Red made eye contact with Bastion. Both males were slightly distraught with the outcome of the battle but there was something else ringing in the very soul of the tiger, something that needed more than just an explanation. As everyone packed up and left, Bastion watched from the pinnacle of a hill as his enemies did the same. He couldn't fathom what had happened. His strategies were fool proof! Every nook and cranny of the battlefield was examined and those with specific skills were placed as they deemed fit but why, why did they lose.
Fist balled up and teeth seethed, anger burned within his soul. A sudden paw against his shoulder had him turned, only to meet with his king. "Sir... I am sorry."
"It does not matter, as long as we try again, we will do what we can. Make sure the troops are fully rested and healed."
"Yes sir, I will see to it," Bastion nodded but a paw reached under his chin.
"Bastion, as long as you live, you will lead my army and I assure you, we will win." Red said solemnly, as if something chocked between his words.
The dark furred bull looked straight into the eyes of his king, held on to his paw, "And I will win this battle, soon."
Red smiled at his words, fingers grazed against his cheek, not wanting to let go but he knew others were looking. "See me after you have tended to your men."
The medical wards were filled with injured warriors and each and every one of them needed attention quick. Nurses and doctors had their paws full and by the end of the night, they were exhausted from running around everywhere. Bastion walked through the rows of bed, each greeted him with a good smile. At least for now, they were content with where they are. There were some that scowled at him but that's to be expected; he couldn't please everyone.
His higher generals came to his office and discussed what went wrong, why they lost and everything seemed to come together; it isn't due to the fact that they weren't ready but because they didn't expected an ambush from the rear end. Bastion had taken into consideration on the fact that they could be taken from behind but didn't have enough to close in the gap with the enemy. At least for now, he knew where the problem lies but to have another battle like that would mean months of recovery and he doubt that some were even keen on going back into the battle field.
Several generals under him said that it was impossible to move on with how much damage they had sustained but knowing the king; the powerful tiger wasn't going to give up that easily.
"We cannot move on like this," one of his rhino generals slammed against the table, "Even with the problem identified, we cannot throw our men out like this. No, not mine. I don't know about you guys but this is not acceptable."
"General Rhine," another lion intervened, "I assure you that this is not what it looks like. If you'd like, my men will take over the rear and assist from the back."
"The hell you will!" A dagger stabbed itself on to the wooden table, general Wolf doesn't seem happy with this arrangement. "My men will sneak from their rear and fuck them up real good! Haha!"
And this went on with slurs of curses and arguments from all sides. Bastion was beginning to have a headache from all of this and quickly excused himself, stating the need of his presence under the king's command. The bull was beginning to tire himself from all of this and couldn't take it anymore. He had a rough day since this morning and with the sun down and moon high up in the dark skies, all he wanted was to lie in bed.
But along the way, he thought about Red. Both of them had a special connection but he couldn't put a finger on it. Perhaps he was interested in the feline? Yes... maybe that's how it is. Every time he approached the king, his heart leaped with joy and couldn't help but inhaled the scent that lingered around his chambers. Every now and then, his cock would jump at attention and had to awkwardly conceal his erection. It worked so far.
He finally reached towards the door that led to the king's chamber. A rap or two, Red's voice could be heard. Bastion gingerly opened the door and peeked right in, seeing if he was decent enough. He had a run in with the tiger where he was stripped naked or shirtless many times and that didn't help to quell his hunger for the sexy feline. Apologies abundant but he was told not to.
"Sir, you wanted to see me?"
Red sat at his throne, shirtless with a quizzical look while reading a book. "Yes, Bastion, I wanted to see you in private and please, Red is enough. There's no need for formalities when we're alone. My guards are outside now with the doors locked."
Bastion stiffened, "But..."
The horned feline closed his book and gently placed it on the side table, "Please come closer, I want to see you."
Up he went and as he reached over to the king, he was still on his throne, not showing signs of getting up. Red leaned back and stared at the bull, scrutinized the built that he had obtained from years of training under his army, several men trained under him. Through all that, he had shown much calibre in leading an entire army with help from several higher generals. It was no easy task but the bull had shown potential. From then on, the feline knew where he would go in the future but to come to this stage where he had some feelings for him, it was different.
Red knew from the get-go that he liked the bull. Every training sessions were truly an eye candy for the king. His muscles developed overtime and as this went on, so did his bull features. Big and large, grown to the same as his and now, they were on equal par. He licked his lips as he watched from afar, wanted very much to feel his chest and grope against his crotch. At some nights, he would stay in his chambers masturbating to the thoughts of him. However, at that time, he too was in training to take over the throne from his father as he had passed away and with minimal knowledge of ruling the country, he was on probation. Who knows what would happen if he called upon the bull forcefully into his chambers.
Now, it was a different story. They had endured years of battle together and through them all, he was beginning to fall for the man even more. "Bastion, perhaps you'd like to remove that armour off."
He smiled and agreed. "Thank you, Sir. No, I mean, Red." Formalities out.
Bastion breathed deeply once his metal plating was taken off, upper torso exposed as well and with the last armour off from his hips, the bull only had his shorts to cover for modesty. Red was happy with what was presented to him but he knew he had to clear off an important agenda first. "So tell me, have you found the reason for today's battle?"
Bastion sighed. He knew this was coming. "We were attacked from the rear, a surprised attack and as much as I have taken that into consideration, we were inadequate the fight."
The feline sat up right, his eyes still on to the shirtless bull. "I see. So that means in the next battle, you would require my assistance."
"No sir! I just need more time!" Bastion was taken aback.
He stared at him, glares pierced through his soul. "Bastion, come closer."
The bull gulped and closed his eyes but did what he was told to, knelt in front of him. "Red... I'm so sorry about today. Please, forgive me."
Forgiveness was what he was known for as he reigned over the people of this kingdom; merciful but somewhat stern. The people loved him still regardless and he planned to make it stay that way. Now, he wanted the bull to take him in his paw. Caressed over his cheeks like he did at the end of their lost battle, at the hill top, he wanted nothing more than to keep him safe.
The bull's heart fluttered as he did so and wanted to stay where he stood. This went on for a while. "Do you forgive me...?"
Red leaned forward and kissed at his lips for a second, "Does this say anything?" He whispered.
Bastion breathed in heavily, unable to comprehend what just happened. Lost for words, he stood his ground with nothing more than a surprised expression. Another graze of their lips, Red opened up and kissed against the bull, this time, harder with passion. He finally mellowed down the bull and he relaxed through their kiss, still down on his knees as they lip locked. It lasted not for long as the white horned feline removed his lips. "As long as you are safe, I will forgive you. Do not die in the battlefield."
Bastion sighed. All this time, his emotions were buried deep inside but without knowing as so, the feline pretty much did the same as well. Now it was opened up, he wanted to fully enjoy the man that he had longed for since the day he was given this position. The bull got up and leaned in closer to the throne, his paws against white chest, whispered softly that only two could hear. "As long as I have you, there is no death."
Red wrapped his arms around his neck, "You're such a sweet talker."
"Oh please, the king is the one that sweet talks his men into throwing their lives for his pleasure."
"Oh I resent that," Red grazed his paws against the bull's broad chest, felt up the hardened muscle and travelled all the way towards his abs. "I have other pleasures in life. Like the pleasures of the one standing right in front of me."
Doesn't matter; it was still sweet talking him to a night of sex and Bastion wasn't going to throw away an opportunity like that. This was the first that he'd ever laid eyes on him so closely. Strong and powerful, filled with determination and exhilaration, the eyes of a lover that wanted nothing more than a man to hold him tight and yet, if you look deeper, you'll see the soul of a sad man. Perhaps he was a bad judge of character but behind those deep black eyes, he was losing something.
Being king definitely had its perks coming along the way but it also tagged along with problems. This morning's battle was one of them. As the king has once said, as long as he was on the throne, he will spread his influence and name across the land for everyone to hear and chant out loud. To be a king that was not only feared but exalted, that was his dream. The bull tilted over and kissed his lips once more, "What are you afraid of?"
He said not a word but let his paws do the talking. His eyes yet to break contact and it didn't occur to them how long they've been gazing into each other. Red couldn't help but wrapped his arms around the large male, "I am afraid of nothing."
"That's a lie," Bastion retorted.
It was, it was a blatant lie. He knew what he wanted but at the same time, knew what he was afraid of. There was once an old sage that kept by his side and constantly reminded him that the time is now. If you do not take hold of the present, the past will haunt you forever and the future unknown. Rather cliché but there was truth to it. If so, he would seize the day, right here, right now.
"I want you." Red replied and tugged at him closer, kissed deeply once more. Passion running its course and both sported quite an erection in between. Bastion's pants were loose to begin with and his cock poked dangerously towards the feline. While that happened, Red was in no position to decline his advances. Followed along his actions, his own was taken off when their kiss broke apart.
They grinned like idiots when that happened. Downwards, both were naked and felt the caress of the night wind against their pelted fur. "You're a horny king," he joked. "I hope that wasn't too harsh."
"These horns aren't just for display, you know." He smiled while patted against his horns.
Bastion rolled his eyes but was amused nonetheless. "That makes both of us, sweet king."
Stood back up, the bull groped against his shaft while giving his hanging sac some love. Red took this as an invitation and sniffed at the pointed cock. Slightly musky but the same scent of him still prevailed. He recognizes it immediately but gingerly gave the tip a small lick, taste of pre lingered on his tongue. King he may be but sexual encounters were extremely rare and even if that happened, he wasn't one to join in. Watching from the sideline was good enough but to actually participate, he was a complete virgin.
Red sniffed at it once more before his muzzle opened up and engulfed the tip of it, tasted fresh meat of bull. Bastion shuddered, chills running up his spine as the pleasure of another muzzle was wrapped around his most sensitive regions. The bull had several encounters with males, unlike the king but none of them were actually lovers. This was the first in his entire life that he had some sort of heart tugging sensation when he was with the feline. To have him like this, muzzle around his cock, it was sensational.
With another male, Bastion usually loved to talk dirty to them but this was the king, he couldn't say that. Albeit different but the sex was the same. By now, the feline got used to his length and started moving forward, engulfed more and more of his thicker spear. Deeper he went and pulled out, gagged a little along the way but with small words of encouragement, Red managed to take it all in. For a first timer, it was an amazing feat. He wasn't small to begin with but not overly hung like a horse; just enough to get all of his males to moan his name.
Once he fucked a horse like there was no tomorrow. Despite being hung - at least eighteen inches in length - he still took it up in the back like a champ. Fuck, he came more than three times that night and each cum was just as much as the first. He grinned as well when Red started getting far more comfortable in his position. One paw diligently rolled around his ball sac, felt the heavy orbs like they were gold while the other stroking himself. He was hard and dripping pre, his eyes closed shut while gagged again and again while going down on him; it was a sight that would never leave his memory.
The king pulled out for a breath of fresh air and wiped saliva off his lips with the back of his paw, looked upwards to the bull. "Different from what I've imagined."
"Oh? What did you imagined it to be?"
"Somewhere along the lines of you cumming or moaning in heat." This time, he blushed.
Bastion chuckled and held the tiger up, bringing him back to his feet and sat the man against his throne. "Why don't you do that instead, hrm? I'm sure you'll like this one." Legs hoisted up as he yelped at the sudden move, both paws held on to the arm chair, afraid of falling forward. "Just relax; this isn't going to hurt... much that is."
Red wanted to protest and yelled out loud but time and time again, he trusted the bovine and being so vulnerable to him, he would just let this pass. He tried to relax but with his heart beating rapidly, it isn't working so well. However, the sudden contact of something wet and hot had his fur stood on end. It lapped and pried his ass, was he really doing that? The horned feline looked below and the sight of Bastion down on his knees while worshipping his ass was uncalled for.
Not once did he ever laid a finger or paw against his tight taint and didn't intend to do so any time soon. The sudden infiltration of his hole was uncalled for and yet, he hadn't fought back. He lapped and tried to fit in a finger. Resistance at first but as this went along; Red was beginning to relax and allowed to go with the flow. Tongue slurped him up, nose bumped against his ass and what more, a finger finally managed to prod inside. He didn't went in too far, afraid that he might break anything but the king was durable, enough to handle such treatment from him.
Bastion had something else planned. Who knew that the king of this very kingdom was a bottom in disguise? Though that may be, that didn't gave him the right to take over or manipulate the man. No, Bastion didn't want that. He just wanted something else from him and for that; he would pleasure Red until he wanted this no more. Would he? The bull continued his ministration until he found the love nut that had the tiger squirmed and drizzled pre all over his torso.
The amount was copious enough that both of them had mistaken the spurts as cum but Red knew better... he needed more control. With both of his paws clenched against the arm rest, it was hard to move anywhere else. If he let go, there's no telling how much he would have to beg for that man to do him more. No, he would have some sort of composure, something that would still retain his title as king, something that... No, that's not it.... He's really doing something!
"B-Bastion! What are you d-doing... oh fuck..." Red finally succumbed to the pleasure and flopped on to the seat of the throne, completely soft with eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Don't stop... ungh..."
At that, the dark bull was happy to hear the grateful moans of his king. No way was he going to stop any of this. For the pleasure of his king, he would obey. Legs hiked up even higher with his tail droop below, Bastion practically had full access to that kingly rump and what better ways than to give it a tantalizing lick. Right at the first contact of lips and a low resounding slurp, Red's eyes snapped open and squirmed for a bit, unable to comprehend the sudden pleasure that came from just a simple rimming. Bastion was an experienced sex bull and knew several ways to bring a man like him to his knees.
The cat continued to squirm with claws etched on to his throne, damaged the property for a bit but incomparable with this wonderful sensation that coursed through his body. If anyone where to see him in this position, Red would have been thrown off his high seat before he could even yell out 'fuck me'. Yes, he was submissive and his elite commanding officer was here to give him his all. This went on for several more minutes with the bull showing no sign of stopping. Rather, his other paw had decided to traverse into a familiar area.
Large calloused paws wrapped along the feline's cock and with both sensations surged through his body, he was at the brink of letting loose. Red's breathing was laboured and hard, gulped several mouthful of air but that was added in with a sudden scent of male arousal. Eyelids fluttered like butterfly wings, he was over the top. "Please stop! Argh!!"
Bastion immediately pulled his paws off from that cock but his tongue has yet to pry itself off from that sweet rump. Deeper he licked and with his hole slick and wet, he managed to slot a finger in. Red jolted and dug his claws into his chair. Despite the sudden intrusion of a single digit, his legs were spread open even more. "Hah... is that... all you've got?"
He was bluffing. "You seem confident."
Red licked his lips, clawed away from the arm rest and started groping his feline pecs, pinched over his nipples as he displayed his true lust for the bovine. Bastion chuckled and stood back up, loomed over the feline before giving him a kiss. Their cock matched with each other's throbbing and with all of that teasing, there was enough pre to lube up both cocks. Hips gyrated upwards gently, faking a thrusting trance. "Where's the oil? I know it's here somewhere."
"It's over to the cupboard to the left," Red gives off his most sinister look while arms wrapped around the bovine's broad shoulder. "How do you know I have oil for this sort of situation?"
Bastion grunted and went over to the said cupboard, found what he needed and inspected the bottle in fascination. "Please, I've seen you ogling the guys outside from this very room while we were training. I must say, you do have the best oil that I've ever seen. Must cost a fortune,"
"Oh it's nothing compared to the pleasure that I would have while using that," Red repositioned himself. His back down on to the chair completely with legs still spread apart but this time, he was brave enough to finger himself. "Yes, I do masturbate while looking at my men train but not just any men, the man that stands right in front of me... he's the best."
The bull poured a pawful of it before he lathered himself up. "Strange methodology to release yourself. Peculiar and yet, flattered."
"It may be but it works well enough and it fuels my need... my need for you," Red blushed this time.
"Oh my king..." Bastion headed over to the feline and kissed him once more, "I've longed for you but I am afraid... at times and - "
"Shhh..." A finger against his lips, "Do me and the king will return what is yours."
If that was true, he would have Red wrapped around his finger but what would the kingdom say...? He turned his gaze upon the man that he was about to mate in to, the one that had completely submitted himself to the power and strength of another man; the king was his. Their lips met again but this time, muffled with a sudden intrusion of a cock head penetrating through the walls of a virgin tail hole.
Red winced and held on to the bull tight like his life depended on it. "Please, gentle."
Gentle? Will he? Bastion couldn't help but bury his muzzle on to the king's neck, unable to hold back his desire. After years of being under his command, he had finally understood why he was so harsh on to his subjects. That hard and dominating demeanour was all a façade to hide all of this... a tail lifter that takes in a cock at any given moment. The horned feline was truly a submissive character and Red liked it. It was only through his ministration that he was able to show his true colours, one that he hadn't regret for a single second.
With the cock head in, it felt like a wooden pole had struck his rear, gained entry into the depths of his anal muscles. Red clenched like a vice, hindered the bull's thrust. Tried as he might to relax, the abnormal penetration through his rear was unpleasant. Bastion reminded the king that once he was buried inside, pain would be replaced by pleasure but in order to achieve that height, he needed to let him in.
It took a long while before the horned feline could actually take all of him in. He lets off a sigh of relief once the initial smarting had subsided, all thanks to that large bull. Big and scary he may be, especially in the battlefield but in here, he seemed to have a change in personality. Every time he tried to sooth the man, Bastion would kiss his lips gently and gazed into his eyes like a long lost lover. Over time, they've developed a steady rhythm and by now, Red practically opened up to him. Both paws spread his legs wide open; his cock throbbed in the air with free flowing of pre all over.
The bull gave a single thrust and stayed in there; appreciate the hot and warm tunnel that had successfully accommodated all of his length. He sighed and licked the feline's cheek, grinned from ear to ear. "My king, I have never bred another man as fine as you. I've heard rumours of how rounded your ass was but to experience this first hand, it is an honour."
"Nghh... The rumours... are true then," Red turned to him, "It's all yours if you would take me every single night."
Bastion chuckled and his paw held on to the feline's cock. "Like this?" Up and down his strokes went and the effect was immediate. The king cried out in lust, gave voice to his sexual desire for not only the bull, not only to cum like he hadn't in days but to cry out his sudden love for this captain. There was no turning back now, he needed this big bad bull, he needed this kind of love from him and not only that, he needed this man to be safe.
The thought of his body sprawled in the battleground was terrifying. No, he couldn't do that... No he just couldn't...
"Bastion, fuck me, harder!" Red roared and turned his cheeks to the side, Bastion going in full force as he licked and groomed the man as he mated away. His paws hadn't stop for a single second. As much as he'd wanted to torture the poor feline, he was on the brink of explosion.
Muscles tensed up, shook underneath each other, Red was the first to release. He came like a hose and the effect of that had him clenched down on to the bull's cock. Despite the sudden tightness, he continued to ravage that man. Deeper and deeper, more and more as he inhaled an air full of tiger musk. The smell definitely had an effect but what really made him go crazy was the mixed scent of sex and cum from this male. Every part of his body trembled and instincts kicked in like a feral bovine. His voice matched in synch with Red, cock tensed right up and pumped that ass full with fertile seed.
Both males trembled in desire and held on to each other like loving couples and with their seed splattered all over, it was more than enough to gain each other's attention. Bull paw had yet to release its captive as that hard cock still bounced and leaked cum after it has subsided. Perhaps once wasn't enough. Bastion pumped in again but this time, the feeling was different. The tightness of that tail hole increased tenfold but the slickness inside was pleasurable enough to have him hard all over again. The horned feline chuckled and started to feel the man's paw up, stroked up and down over his still erected cock.
"Again, let's do it. Felines tend to be tenacious, if you know what I mean," Red grinned and pulled the bull downwards, whispered softly that only both of them could hear. "Fuck me all over and claim the one that you want, it's all yours."
At that, Bastion whined and closed both eyes as his lips connected to the tiger. Passion mixed with lust, his hips gyrated in and out, his cock tensed and pummelled into the tiger; it was all too much. Breathing got heavier again, thrust getting quicker and sporadic, unable to contain his much needed desire. This went on and on, not a single word muttered as he did so. The only words that they acknowledged were each other's moans and trembling of need for one another; they were bonded.
After that ordeal, day in day out, the captain of the kingdom's army constantly had personal meetings with the king and their discussions were... effective, to say the most. None of them knew but behind closed doors, strategies of getting back against the enemy weren't the only one that was brought up. Red did have his doubts but he remembered the words of a once wise sage: never doubt what you can do but doubt what others cannot.
A month rolled by and their plans were brought into play. Once again, they met their old foe but with a different outcome. Bastion reigned victorious after that fight but men lost were doubled. The bull blamed himself for pushing his men like this but for the sake of the kingdom, they knew what their fate was if they were to pursue such position. A commanding officer of a unit was lost that day as well.
Red watched from above, he was wounded as much as the rest were but received treatment quicker than others. He wasn't a king that only led his men but joins in for battle but he had to thank another individual for protecting him since the start; a bull without armour walks towards him and watched the scene from below. "We did it."
"Why does it taste bitter?" He balled his fist and sighed.
Bastion turned towards the feline and kissed his lips, "Perhaps it's because you were cranky this morning?"
Red rolled his eyes but was slightly amused at his remark. "Please, this is serious."
"And so am I," the massive bull said as his arms wrapped around him, "So am I."
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