The War Woman

TouchofFever

She wasn't perfect; admittedly she was quite pretty, but her title as a 'princess' meant less than her title as a 'general.' He loved to torture her with comments on her body as he stripped away her clothes, insulting her in ways that made her burn with anger and shame.

"You look like you're wearing a clay mask and gauntlets with that ugly tan," Judal whispered against her neck. "Look, it's even making more freckles on your ears. This one wasn't here last time."

The last time he stripped and played her, he made her scars glow black with the rukh, until she looked like a cracked ceramic doll, just on the verge of breaking all to pieces. The little scars from tripping as a child and the big scars from near-death experiences as a soldier webbed together to create an unsightly visage that he burned into her memory by fucking her in front of a mirror, by tracing them with his tongue and fingers and guessing at their causes. She was surprisingly free of them in certain places; her neck and throat, the insides of her wrists, and her lower belly.

At that time he said, "Looks like people spared your womanhood. Let's see if Magi can have kids~."

After that, he proceeded to pour himself into her over and over and over again, their late night fading into early morning before she even knew the sun was rising. She remembered biting her lip until it bled as she stumbled down the halls to the bathhouse, hiding from everyone, ashamed of her ravaged body dripping with cum and colored with bites and bruises.

Despite his teasing about her sunburnt skin, he traced the edges as if they were enticing; she could almost hear him whisper, "This is all your subordinates ever see, but look how dirty you are. What the hell would they think of you if I showed them this little display, you sprawled out over my lap with your legs open and ass in the air?" Even if she said he was raping her, no one would care; likely she would remain as a useless figurehead in the army whose subordinates would not even heed her commands. It would entice them to take her themselves, regardless of how many others joined in.

She shivered at the thought, and Judal's husky laugh echoed in her ear. "What're you thinking about, princess? You're so tight tonight~."

His hand stroked over her thigh, down to rub the sensitive nub between her legs so briefly and lightly that it was frustrating more than anything else. It stroked up, over the jet black curls of her womanhood to the hardened planes of her stomach, one finger hooking into her bellybutton and pulling in a painfully sensitive way. After a moment, his sharp thrusts came to an abrupt halt, his hand flattening against her stomach and pressing until she thought he was trying to collapse her insides. She could feel an evil sneer pulling his lips taught against her neck. It made her heart go cold, filled with a sudden terror as he finally told her what he was thinking.

"Unless you've been stepping out on me Hakuei, looks like Magi can have kids." Her heart jumped at the implication, and sank as he pressed his hand on her even harder.

"I always wanted to see what a miscarriage looked like."

Even when she screamed, as suspected, no one came. No one would save a war woman.

AN: Brief, dark little thing that I highly suspect could happen. Opinions and critiques always welcome. I'm not making light of any of the subjects mentioned here; they aren't light at all. I simply perceive these two as those types of people.