Marc and the general spend a night where tension is released in a sensual exploration that challenges their limits and redefines their desires. An encounter charged with strength and vulnerability that will mark their lives forever.
Marc knelt on the stone floor of the tent, his trembling hands holding a cloth soaked in warm water. The air smelled of iron and sweat, a constant reminder of the battle that had taken place hours before. In front of him lay the general, his muscular body covered in scars, now vulnerable and fragile. The light of an oil lamp cast dancing shadows on the canvas walls, creating an intimate atmosphere amidst the chaos of the battlefield.
Carefully, Marc began to clean the warrior's wounds, his soft touch contrasting with the roughness of his calloused hands. The general, eyes closed, breathed deeply, his chest rising and falling in a constant rhythm. Marc couldn't help but admire the strength that emanated from him, even in his weakened state. His beard, slightly disheveled, gave him an air of ruggedness that Marc found irresistibly attractive.
As he cleaned, Marc's gaze strayed to the general's cock, which lay semi-erect on his thigh. It was huge, even in its current state, and Marc felt a sudden heat in his cheeks. He had never been attracted to another man, but something about the general called to him in a way he couldn't ignore. His fingers paused for a moment, as if considering the possibility of touching it, but Marc forced himself to continue with his task.
However, the desire was too strong. Before he could stop himself, Marc leaned forward, his warm breath brushing the general's skin. With a rustle of fabric, he nuzzled beneath his testicles, feeling the weight of his virility against his face. He closed his eyes, inhaling the masculine scent that emanated from him, and without thinking twice, he kissed the base of his cock, his lips grazing the thick, dark hairs surrounding it.
The general let out a soft groan, his eyes slowly opening as Marc began to explore with his mouth. With trembling fingers, Marc pinched the hairs, feeling the rough texture against his fingertips. The general looked at him with a mixture of surprise and desire, his hand rising to caress Marc's head in a gesture of approval.
"What... what are you doing?" the general asked, his voice hoarse and charged with tension.
Marc didn't answer, his mouth too busy to speak. Instead, he brought his lips to the erect cock, feeling its hardness against his tongue. He sucked eagerly, his mouth encircling the head as his hands moved to hold it firmly. The general let out another groan, this time deeper, his body arching slightly as Marc began to move his head up and down.
The taste of his skin, salty and masculine, invaded Marc's senses, and he found himself craving more. His mouth moved with urgency, his tongue exploring every inch as the general guided him with his hands. "Like that... yes..." the general murmured, his voice a guttural whisper that sent shivers down Marc's spine.
As Marc sucked harder, the general neared the edge, his body tensing as his cock swelled in Marc's mouth. With a final groan, he came, his hot, thick semen filling Marc's mouth. Without hesitation, Marc swallowed it, tasting the bitter, masculine flavor in his throat. The general held him firmly, his hand tangled in Marc's hair as he emptied himself into his mouth.
When the general finished, Marc slowly withdrew, his mouth slick and his breath coming in gasps. The general looked at him with a mixture of awe and desire, his hand still on Marc's head as if he couldn't believe what had just happened.
"Never... no one..." the general began, his voice still husky with pleasure. "No one has ever made me feel like this."
Marc, still kneeling, looked up, his eyes meeting the general's. "I... I don't know what came over me," he admitted, his voice soft and full of confusion. "I've never felt anything like this before."
The general smiled, an expression that transformed his face in a way Marc couldn't ignore. With a quick movement, he grabbed him by the waist, lifting him and placing him in front of him. Marc found himself looking down, his body pressed against the general's as his hands moved to explore his ass.
"Now it's my turn," the general murmured, his warm breath on Marc's ear. Forcefully, he groped him, his large, calloused hands leaving red marks on his skin. Marc let out a moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure that made him arch against the general.
Without warning, the general pushed him down, placing him on the bearskin rug on the floor. Marc found himself face down, his body exposed and vulnerable as the general positioned himself behind him. He felt the general's hard cock pressing against his entrance, and without thinking, he pleaded, "Please... I need more."
The general needed no further invitation. With a firm thrust, he penetrated Marc, his huge cock filling his ass in a way that made him cry out with pleasure. Marc clung to the bearskin, his nails digging into the fabric as the general began to move intensely.
Each thrust was powerful and deep, the general's cock stretching Marc in a way that made him feel full and desired. The general grabbed him by the hips, his hands leaving marks on Marc's skin as he guided him in a frenzied rhythm. Marc found himself moaning with every movement, his body responding to the pleasure in a way he had never experienced before.
The general fucked him with a passion Marc couldn't match, his cock too big for Marc to handle easily. But despite the size, Marc enjoyed it, feeling every inch of him as the general dominated him. Their naked bodies melted into a dance of desire, their sweat mixing as the general claimed him as his own.
As the pleasure built, Marc found himself on the verge of orgasm, his body tense and ready to burst. The general felt it, and with a final groan, he increased the speed, his thrusts becoming a series of quick, deep pushes. Marc screamed, his body convulsing as he came, his semen splattering onto the bearskin.
The general followed shortly after, his cock pulsing inside Marc as he emptied himself into him. With a grunt of satisfaction, he collapsed onto Marc's back, his weight pressing him against the floor. Marc, exhausted and satisfied, lay still, feeling the general's heart beating against his back.
For a long moment, there were no words, only the sound of their ragged breaths and the pounding of their hearts. Marc wondered how it was possible for a man as strong as the general to make him feel so fragile and, at the same time, so alive. The silence that followed was eloquent, full of an unspoken connection that lingered in Marc's mind.
Finally, the general moved, withdrawing his cock and rolling to the side. Marc lay face up, his body still trembling with pleasure as he looked at the general. His beard was disheveled, his body sweaty, and his expression satisfied. Marc wondered what all this meant, if it was just a moment of passion or something deeper.
The general looked at him, his eyes meeting Marc's in a gaze that seemed to last an eternity. "I will never forget this," he murmured, his voice soft and full of meaning.
Marc smiled, an expression that felt strange on his face. "Me neither," he replied, his voice barely a whisper. And in that moment, as silence enveloped them, Marc realized that something had changed within him. The boundaries of desire had expanded, and the nature of attraction was no longer as clear as before. The general, with his dominating presence and his huge cock, had led him to a place he had never explored before, and Marc wasn't sure if he could ever go back.