Being Grand Marshal has it's perks, but nonetheless no one can be trusted.
The constant assassination attempts keeps him alert, everything was the same like clockwork.
That was until she showed up like a beautiful nightmare.
Fate is twisted and l...
Another day listening to the small circle of nervous high ranking council members, or what's left of them.
Killed two just the other day.
Thought they could sneak up on me in the dark, ha. May their souls rot in the underverse.
Every day I watch my back, wondering who's next, waiting, always ready... to kill. This place ain't no different from out there, just more cramped in here.
Ironic to feel so closed in while drifting in the never ending universe.
"Grand Marshal, shall I send dinner to your room again?"
A man who I like to call little Benny, reminds me of the holy man, but he's just some young kid, maybe 19? Don't know.
"Just like every night Little Benny" I pat the young man on the shoulder as I pass him by, he bows just as they all do.
As I approach my bedroom doors, I can already hear the ladies that await me inside. My animal side stirs, we enjoy the company. But even they can't be trusted.
But I'm not one to pass a free lay from a willing woman, or from several.
I wonder when something interesting will finally happen. This life is comfortable, always the same, everyday.
I clench my fists stopping at the door. I look down the hall behind me and spot no one in the dark. Good.
I purposefully have the hallways very dim, for most it would be difficult to see clearly but for me, well nothing gets past me in the dark.
One of the women waiting just beyond my doors says a word that catches my attention.
"Furyan.."
By now everyone knows who and what I am. Everyday I search and everyday I come up empty. Everything's been wiped, no signs of Furya or anything Furyan related on this ship.
The amount of frustration I feel is overwhelming but I'm sure the ladies inside my room won't mind helping their Grand Marshal forget about it, even if it's just for a moment.
With that i push open both the doors with enough force to silence the room.
"Ladies"... I smirk at their faces.
A mixture of shock, fake happiness and lust. These ladies may be sly foxes but their stamina and will to please is impressive.
My favorite twin redheads jump off the bed bouncing just enough for me to enjoy the way their body moves. I stop as they both take a side to begin taking off my armor.
"Morgana, Lizzie, always so eager to strip me huh?" I chuckle softly as they rush to take every piece of armor off of me.
I just play along as I always do.
"You were gone so long Grand Marshal".. Morgana replies with a fake pout.
"Don't you know how much we miss you when you're gone?" Lizzie follows.
I can't help but chuckle again, they really do commit to their acts.
The door closes behind us and Rosie, my blonde hair performer saltz's her way back to the bed as she slides her dress off her shoulders and crawls onto the bed slowly, causing me to growl low.
The twins giggle as they too begin to slip out of their gowns.
"Grand Marshal let us show you how much we missed you..." Rosie purrs as she lays her face down against the bed leaving her perfect ass ready for me.
Both the twins grab one of my hands leading me to my bed, for another night of pleasure.
I ignore the fleeting thought and feeling of not wanting to go through with this, it's just sex.
Nothing wrong with having a little fun, while it lasts.
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