For the people and the land (lust)

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I bounced up, leant over the captain, and whispered into his ear. "Just let me get your bath ready, Sir.

" I gave him the tiniest little growl. I walked seductively back to the log cabin. I was going to drive these men mad if I could.

When the bath was ready, I went out to call the captain, and found him hanging right outside the door of the log cabin.

I pulled him into the cabin and kissed him passionately. I could feel him against me, he kissed me back hard. He led me into my room. I started undoing his belt, but he shuddered and stood back from me.

"Uh, hang on, there's a couple of things we need to talk about first."

I had never imagined seeing the great captain flustered but he definitely was right then. Nearly the only time I ever saw him flustered, actually.

"Yes, Master, anything you want." I was nearly purring, pulling the hem of my dress up. How hard could I push him?

He shut his eyes. "Stop that — let us talk, then I will have you."

I let go of my dress.

"Are you up for this? You only came back to us today."

"Just try and hold me back."

He nodded. "OK, just checking that you are ready."

I was ready, no doubt about that. Finally, I was going to get my hands on him.

I undressed the captain. Oh, he was everything I imagined. There was such power in his body. It wasn't just his physical appearance, though that was as good as you could imagine.

His muscles were hard and clearly defined, his stomach flat, his bum wonderfully tight. Some men, when they are naked, don't radiate the raw strength they can appear to have when they are clothed.

But with the captain, the way he moved and stood radiated his power and commanding attitude perfectly, no clothes required. This is the true mark of a powerful man.

I ran my hands over him. He had a normal amount of hair on his chest, and he was normal sized, I was reassured to see.

I like normal sized man. Too small or short, or if they are fat, and I have to work hard to give them what they want, and there's nothing left over for me. Too big, and I have to manage the way they use me, and often it goes to their head too.

But normal or slightly bigger, then if the man knows how to use it, I can really enjoy myself.

I led him over to the bath. While he got in the bath, I removed my sundress.

Under it I had a wrap bunched around my waist, covering enough to create a desire to take it off while not covering anything at all.

I wondered how long the captain would let me keep it on. I leaned forward in front of him, so that my breasts were right in front of his face, and took hold of his shoulders.

"I am going to wash your back, and then your hair, and then I will get in there with you, and finish washing you." He just nodded. I could see he could barely control himself, it was time to back off a little.

I sat on the end of the bath and washed his back. I sought for and found the tension in his shoulders.

Such powerful men who drive themselves hard for their goals, they usually have such tension, and ignore it. He would feel wonderful when I finished with him.

"Scar tells me you were romancing the daughter of the commander" I said.

The captain seemed surprised that I brought it up. But men often like to talk about their loves to me.

Once he opened up, he was happy to talk of her. Their relationship was rather deeper than I had thought from what Scar had said.

He described her to me, and she sounded a lot like myself in my daydreams before I became a healer.

Tall and elegant, with long straight hair, Holly was considered one of the prize catches of the kingdom, and many eligible men had attempted to win her heart.

But she felt trapped in the palace, playing the role of elegant debutante, and would much rather have been exploring the country and racing her horse.

The captain had met her once in the forest, several years ago, and they often met outside the city. He described her as his burning flame.

The king had given him a great reception when he returned from his last mission, and they had declared themselves at the feast.

Her father, one of the most powerful barons in the kingdom, had been very angry, as he wanted her to marry for the family.

She had threatened to run away and publicly repudiate the family name, so he had backed down, and instead sent the captain away to give other suitors a chance.

But Holly and the captain had given each other their pledge, and Holly had given him her heart and soul, though not yet her body, so he wasn't worried that she would change her mind.

They had crossed hearts with blood the night before we left, after he had given me the seed. He showed me the scar on his ring finger. I was touched by the beautiful story.

I hoped that what we were doing wouldn't ruin the story, but it was the captain's story and his decisions that had led me to here.

I had kept washing the captains hair during this story, for fear of interrupting it if I stopped, and his hair was now beyond clean. I climbed into the bath between his legs.

He was silent while I lifted his legs and arms out of the water and washed them. I looked at all his life marks.

They told the same story that I had already plainly seen, that the captain was a man of great strength and resolution.

His hands were rough and calloused from the weapons he worked with. He had various assorted scars across his body.

Most of them were training or combat injuries, he told me, but a few on his feet and legs were from stinger fish or octopi from when he had worked on his father's fishing ship.

He had to explain to me what an octopus was. His explanation made me laugh, and this kept him somewhat distracted while I finished cleaning him.

Even so, by the time I finished, he was fully erect and struggling to control his breathing, close to coming.

"OK, out", I said. He stood, and I dried him with a blanket. I got him to kneel while I stood in front of him to dry his hair.

While I was doing this, he pulled my wrap down so he could look at me. I opened my legs so he could see more.

He ran his finger through my patch, along my slit, and gently rubbed me. Wow.

I dropped to my knees with my eyes shut, and he chuckled. "Gotcha!" I was surprised, now it was me who had nearly come. If I hadn't been standing up, I probably would have. Waves of pleasure coursed through my body.

I took a deep breath, and asked him to stand. I stood and dried him, rear and front. I finished with his dick.

I knelt in front of him and gently dried it, then kissed the end of it, and licked it with my tongue. I could feel his pulse on my lips, and I knew he was very close to the point of no return.

I guided him to the bed. He was aroused enough and fit enough that I was sure he'd be good to come more than once, so I got him to lie in his back, and stood next to him, with the wrap still on and still pulled down at the front.

I leant over and took him in my mouth. I was good at this, but no skill was needed at this point. He breathed in sharply.

I took his balls in one hand, and gently caressed them. I could hold him back, but this wasn't the right time for that; we both needed him to come.

One of this hands grabbed my hair and the other took hold of the top of my leg and bum, with his fingers reaching right in to my slit.

It felt good to be held like that, like I was owned, and he pulled my head up and down. After only a few movements, he started to come.

I think it had been a while for him, he spurted into my mouth, many times, and even after all my practice, I still struggled to swallow it all. He tasted good. Good, because I would surely be doing that again.