March

"Everyone ready! We are marching out of here tomorrow morning, the news just came in!"

"You men hear that! Get packing!"

Vera and the commander were standing together on a stage, the troop commander was obviously in some kind of relationship with her by his support of her. The soldiers didn't care, she still went around them alleviating stress. While she was talking his arm was on her shoulder reaching down at her breast, it kept touching her while she talked.

"The commander keeps touching her during her speech."

"I know, it's hard to focus on it."

Vera had her full focus on getting ready for tomorrow, they gathered any supplies out of the base for it. They had ten wagons worth of supplies, with three just filled with gear for digging. She diligently studied the one book on refining dark energy into power for necromancy, it was her biggest weakness.

She and the base commander got along great now they shared the same bed, the two controlled the entire army together. She explained to him everything about her trenches and with his years of actual experience already noticed several flaws.

"The idea is good for taking cover, but if they simply charge over the trenches with cavalry at cut us of on our rear we would be starved in them. You need fences that can prevent that, and trap holes in the ground to stop any cavalry charges."

"The fences won't last long, they would be blown up under intense cannon fire. We should focus solely on just digging traps."

They talked late into the night, it wasn't everynight they shared the same bed. Sometimes she had to go satisfy the soldiers, but it was a given duty she thought. All of her soldiers, including her to a extend were war veterans. So nobody was scared as they set off toward the front, they pushed the wagons full of supplies using her undead.

"I think we should arrive in about two weeks at this speed, from the reports the scouts said the enemy has pulled out entirely and is focused on rebuilding and destroying the last pockets of resistance internally."

"Good, stay sharp out there."

"Yes sir."

The two shared a wagon as they enjoyed their way to the front, she stayed in it inviting new men inside it everyday. She was paranoid about being too weak and did the natural technique every succubus had to grow. At the moment it was her and the commander sitting together, she finally stopped calling him master and said his real name.

"Brooke, can you please focus on the map and not my breast?"

"No, we just reviewed it. I already told the guys too, they know we will rest a day before moving into the new location."

She gave up stopping him and he happily kept going at it, nowadays she wore the old tight fitting military outfit Mereth once gave her. She also received a dozen spares from supplies, they were old ones but they fit. On her neck she kept the slave leather collar he liked so much, she began to like it too.

"I can't today I have to release the army's pent up energy, you should know."

"I'll get you ready for them, don't worry."

She sighed and the army heard the noises of the two, but kept walking. They knew tonight they would get their fun in too, the leader didn't have much on possessions but she was generous with herself.