Shemale

Inside our own homes, the husbands are free to impose whatever they want. Brant is very good to me and I have a lot of freedom compared to most sima, sometimes even allowed to be free of the chastity belt, but even so, it is still very restrictive. I stay in the sima quarters, and I’ve never seen the rest of Brant’s home as leaving the company of other sima mean being in public and so I’m in the simarobe. But our quarters have its own gardens and facilities, a self-contained house within the main house.

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Brant got promoted, and he came back from a short mission with another sima. Now there’s four of us, and he’s talking of selling the house and moving out into the south country. It is pretty crowded in our quarters now, and he says he’ll look for bigger gardens, maybe an orchard, and I like the sound of that.

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“You feel good, murmured Brant, and squeezed me hard enough to make me squeak. Nice and tight.”

I sat in his lap, his cock deep inside me. I didn’t speak, I rarely did, as the ability to speak or think was one that left me every time we fucked. He was so big, long and thick, and taking him inside always hurt but I loved it. I loved him.

He thrust up hard, and I grunted, holding on to his muscled biceps. There was a scar there, a new one, and it made me worry again. Hopelessly, of course. He was a soldier, a renowned one, and he led from the front. Scars were nothing new.

Jolise tweaked his nipples, and he moaned, turning his head to kiss her. We were in the gardens, celebrating his safe return home from a long tour in the Western regions. He was a Vanguard Commander now, one of the Seven, the only Killian higher in rank than him being the Emperor. I am so proud.

Suddenly I was on my back, ankles by my ears, and Brant was thundering in, grunting and cursing, sweat dripping from every pore. He was always like this, voracious, after a long time away from us, even though he had slaves tending to his needs whilst on the field. It made me happy knowing we were missed.