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Title: The New Empire (Chapter 3)
Author: Elise Olisbos
Keywords/Codes: futanari/dickgirls, incest, fantasy
Summary: A general is caught in political and sexual
machinations, both within and without her royal house.

Chapter 3 - The General

Praxe usually awoke before the dawn; if she was out on
patrol-duty with the army, she would have strode out of her tent
to join the rest of the soldiers as they went about their duties.
Even though she was at home, the same rule applied:
weapons'-training, sparring and checking that all the available
battallions had their proper allotment of supplies.

However, this morning she was awoken by someone licking her cock.
She went up on her elbows and then lifted the furs covering her
body, raising her eyebrows at Sixa, who was kneeling between her
legs, holding up Praxe's half-hard cock in one hand. When Praxe
opened her mouth to speak, Sixa put one finger to her own full
lips, beseeching her to be quiet. She tilted her head to one
side, and Praxe glanced over at her sleeping sister. All of
Naxe's limbs were spread wide in slumber, and the hard, mutinous
expression she had worn all of last night was smoothed out by
rest. The rays of the morning suns streamed through the high
windows, and particles of dust floated lazily in the air above
her.

Praxe glanced back down at Sixa, who looked back up at her with
those large, dark eyes. Praxe could relate to that wariness the
girl carried around, with a sister such as Naxe. She remembered
when she was about sixteen or so, she had been deeply enamoured
with a courtesan named Tixan, who was a few years older. They
would meet in abandoned corridors or hidden gardens, enjoying
each other's company and lithe bodies. Praxe wasn't sure how
Asterex had found out, but possibly a week after the First
Sister's discovery, Tixan had been sent away; to where, Praxe did
not know, and Asterex had refused to say. Praxe could only hope
that Tixan had been simply sent to a far location and not
something worse.

Asterex was capable of worse.

"Come," Praxe murmured now, and slid out of the bedding. She
moved quietly as she wrapped one of the furs about her body and
Sixa followed suit, padding quickly after her as Praxe went into
her bathing-room. Tecuxi was already there, monitoring a few
other servants as they poured water out of large clay pots into
the large double-bath.

"Good morning, General," Tecuxi said with a wide smile as the
other servants trooped out. One hand rested on the large curve of
her belly as she pushed some wisps of hair from her brow and gave
Sixa a small nod. Sixa, who had been hovering nervously at
Praxe's side, returned a deep and respectful bow. Tecuxi appeared
quite taken aback. Praxe hid a smile; Tecuxi should be used to
that by now.

"I hope you haven't been lifting any of those pots, Tes," Praxe
said, her voice stern. "We don't want anything to happen to the
baby."

Tecuxi shook her head, her red hair whipping from side to side
with her exasperation. "I haven't been doing any lifting,
General, nor have I been running down stairs or walking with
sharp implements or anything that the birthers caution against. I
can barely move without Sumnix creating a great fuss. I had to
sneak out of our chambers to attend to my duties today!"

At that, Praxe had to laugh. Sumnix was a fine Captain in the
Army, but although she was an admirable soldier, she was quite
fretful over the woman she had impregnated: as powerfully built
as the Yaldixians appeared, the strain of the pregnancy on their
convoluted sex organs made childbirth fairly risky. Their good
medicine, and some innate magic, went a fair way, but
unfortunately it was not unusual for a Yaldixian and their
newborn to die in child-birth. Their extended life-span and great
strength balanced out the equation, but it was a bitter pill to
swallow.

Praxe composed herself and fixed Tecuxi with a serious look. "As
amusing as your antics are, I must echo Sumnix's concern. You are
too close to your time, and you need the rest. Do not return to
your duties after the next moon-cycle."

"But, General--" Tecuxi began to protest, but Praxe shook her
head.

"Hear my will," she said, using a highly formal mode of their
language to communicate how serious she was. Tecuxi pouted, but
nodded in compliance. "I will arrange for someone to take your
place until you are ready to return. Don't worry," she said,
returning to the casual form with a smile. "You'll still have
your place with me, I'll make sure of it."

"I hear your will, General, and I obey," Tecuxi answered in the
formal speech, and then spoilt the regal effect by muttering,
"It's not as if I'm going to break."

You might, Praxe thought, but did not speak this worry aloud. The
risk for Tecuxi was high, and Praxe hoped that she would live
through it. She had been Praxe's personal servant from they had
been children, and Praxe considered her to be a sister...at
least, a sister like Bexla.

"Just be careful," Praxe said.

Tecuxi sighed, but gave her a shallow bow before departing. When
Praxe glanced at Sixa, the girl was staring after Tecuxi's
waddling form with concern in her eyes.

"I hope she and the baby will be all right," Sixa said,
discarding her fur-wrapping and looking on expectantly as Praxe
did the same.

"They'll be fine." Praxe took her by the wrist and led her
towards the shallow bath, where they soaped, scrubbed and rinsed
quickly before going into the second bath, as was the Yaldixian
habit. Yaldixians loved water, and liked to have as much of it
around as possible. However, to conserve this resource, the
scented water in the deeper pool would be used the next day in
the shallow one.

The deeper pool wasn't steaming now, for Praxe preferred her
morning-wash to be refreshingly cold. Sixa shivered as they
stepped into the water, goosebumps rippling across smooth brown
skin. She didn't complain, though, and actually grinned when
Praxe splashed water at her. Playfully, she cupped some water in
her hands and threw it at Praxe, turning to dash away. She almost
got to the ledge of the bath at the deeper end before Praxe
grabbed her, picked her up and dunked her bodily.

Praxe leaned against the high tiled wall, elbows up on the ledge.
She grinned as Sixa surfaced, sputtering and laughing at the same
time. At this part of the bath, the water lapped just underneath
Praxe's breasts. Sixa had to tilt up her head a little, since the
water was at the level of her chin.

"Come here," Praxe said and watched as the girl obeyed with shy
eagerness. As soon as Sixa was close enough, Praxe grabbed her
around the waist and lifted her up and out of the water, settling
her on the ledge of the bath. Praxe smiled up at her and then
focused her attention on the girl's crotch; her small penis
hardened under Praxe's regard, and when Praxe bent to give it an
affectionate kiss, Sixa let out a quiet little moan.

"Lie back," Praxe told her. "I will feast on your cunt and cock."

Sixa moaned again at this declaration, but did as she was told.
She pulled her feet out of the water and placed them flat on the
ledge so that her knees drawn up. She parted them, breathing in
sharply as Praxe pulled her forward so that her ass was hanging
almost off the edge, and pressed her legs back even more, until
her heels were up in the air, thighs pressed back on either side
of her chest.

"Hold yourself open for me," Praxe said and Sixa grabbed onto her
bent legs. Praxe gazed down again at the girl's genitals. The
slender cock, a few inches in length, stood erect at the top of
her cunt-lips. She had a bare smattering of pubic hair, unlike
Praxe's thick bush. Praxe placed her hands on Sixa's inner
thighs, feeling the slight tremble in them before she sampled
Sixa's pussy. She let her tongue roam over and inside the folds
of flesh, stroking up to lick around the twitching cock even as
her own prick hardened at the girl's taste, and at her low moans
and sighs. Praxe swallowed Sixa's prick whole; it wasn't too much
of a feat, but the little scream the girl let out as Praxe sucked
was quite worth it.

When it seemed as if Sixa was about to release into Praxe's
mouth, far too quickly, Praxe squeezed the base of her dick to
stave it off. Sixa's groan was mingled relief and despair, so
Praxe returned her attention to the folds of her pussy, parting
them with her other hand so her tongue could lick right up inside
her. Sixa's hips twitched up as if she wanted to get more of that
tongue deeper inside, and Praxe tried to oblige her, digging in
as far as she could.

Praxe drew back, letting the girl come down a bit. The girl's
juices were already smeared over her chin and lips, and she wiped
at her face with the back of her hand. Sixa was panting rapidly,
her nipples standing out on her chest. Her hair dark was awry and
her expression dazed. Praxe slipped down her hands so she could
part Sixa's buttocks, considering the tightly furled skin.

"Has anyone ever taken you here?" Praxe asked, her thumbs rubbing
slow circles near the girl's asshole, watching it barely wink
open and close.

"Oh...no, General." Sixa gasped when Praxe teased that opening
with the tip of her tongue. "Oh...oh!"

"No one at all?" Praxe murmured against her skin. "I'd like to
feel my cock in there, Sixa."

"Naxe tried once," Sixa said, stammering as Praxe's tongue jabbed
gently into her. Her hole was clenched so very tight, probably
from the memory of Naxe's invading member. "It--it hurt, so she
stopped."

"Because she tried to take you dry." Praxe was assuming, but Sixa
nodded. "I'll use the right slick potion, and a lot of it, so it
won't hurt you."

"Now?"

"No." Praxe licked at her asshole again, which quivered and
relaxed just a bit, but not quite enough for Praxe's peace of
mind. "But soon, when you're ready."

"I can be ready now, General," Sixa said, quite bravely.

"I thought I told you to call me by my given name," Praxe said,
distracting her by sliding two fingers up inside her warm, wet
cunt.

"Praxe," Sixa breathed out and then whimpered as Praxe began to
fuck her with those fingers. She was still holding her legs open,
and Praxe tugged at her prick with her other hand. Sixa came
suddenly, almost violently, release spattering out of her cock
and onto her flat belly and breasts, and the walls of her pussy
tightened and trembled around Praxe's fingers. Sixa released her
legs and lay there, breathing hard.

"Mmm." Sixa sighed out as Praxe climbed out of the pool and
kneeled over her. Sixa had to shuffle back a bit, since she was
almost slipping back into the water, and she did so sluggishly as
Praxe jerked off over her, hand stripping over her rock-hard
cock. "Put it in me," Sixa said, shifting back some more.
"Please, General--Praxe, I mean--"

She broke off as Praxe grabbed her legs and opened them wide once
more, and the large cock slid up inside her waiting cunt. Praxe
only paused long enough to drape the girl's slender legs over her
shoulders, and brace her hands on either side of her head before
fucking her in earnest. Even though she was bent nearly double,
Sixa managed to arch up enough to press her mouth to Praxe's in a
fumbling kiss, one hand wrapped around the General's neck.

"Next time," she said, each word pushed out of her with Praxe's
forceful thrusts, "please...fuck me... up, up there."

Praxe growled, and the pistoning of her hips became erratic right
before she buried herself so deeply in the girl with one final
shove, her whole being caught up in emptying into the willing
body beneath her. Sixa writhed, and shuddered as Praxe's release
flooded inside her. Praxe's softened cock slipped out, and she
rolled onto her back beside Sixa, trying to catch her breath. It
was unusual for her to come that fast nowadays; it had been the
same with Tixan, the overwhelming urgency which blotted out
nearly everything else. The enticing smell of their mingled spent
rose up in the air.

"General?" Sixa said, probably concerned at how Praxe had her
eyelids shut.

"Praxe," she corrected, in as bland a tone as she could manage in
this state.

"Praxe," Sixa repeated dutifully. "Are you all right?"

Praxe laughed, and opened her eyes to look at the girl. Sixa was
kneeling beside her, biting her bottom lip in concern.

"It takes more than a slip of a girl to consume me," Praxe said.
She reached up and cupped Sixa's cheek. "Although, you have come
very close."

"I'm glad," Sixa said, blushing so much that her skin felt hot
against Praxe's palm. "I do not want to be the one to defeat the
great General. It would be too much of a loss for all of Yaldix."

"Flatterer," Praxe said, and they both got to their feet. They
would have to scrub off again, but that wasn't a dire prospect at
all. "You will go far."

"With you, I hope." Sixa ducked her head, endearingly shy even
though they had been fucking only moments ago. Praxe smiled at
her.

"Let's get some clothes on."

Tecuxi had laid out Praxe's hardy outerwear before she'd left,
knowing her schedule of training with the troops; because she was
efficient, and probably a last attempt at service to her mistress
for now, she had located some robes in Sixa's size and placed
them on the hanging racks as well. Of Naxe, there was no sign,
and the bed-coverings had been straightened.

"Is Naxe with the First Sister?" Sixa asked as they dressed.

"It is likely."

"Will she be hurt?"

Praxe buckled on her freshly polished arm-bracers and sat down on
the bed to pull on her boots. "Yes."

"Oh." There was a long silence, and then: "Could you...ask that
she's not hurt too badly?"

Praxe looked at Sixa, who was standing in her nice, new robes,
her hair pinned up in a fashion which made her look older than
she was. Praxe braided her own hair and wrapped it around her
head so her helmet could fit securely.

"I will ask," she said, finally, and averted her gaze from the
grateful relief shining in Sixa's face. Even though she was the
General, there was still a part of her which was a young girl
being held down by her older, stronger sister, being sucked and
licked until she couldn't take it any more. Her only escape had
been in the army, and she had embraced it with a singlemindedness
which was fueled by her desire to get away. She wondered how Sixa
could ask for leniency for her sister, when it was obvious that
Naxe was just as domineering in her life as Asterex was in
Praxe's.

Praxe marched out of her own quarters and down towards the rooms
which belonged to the First Sister. She heard Sixa's quick
footsteps and the rustling of her robes as she hurried in Praxe's
wake.

"Wait out here," Praxe told her and stepped past the two Imperial
Guard which Asterex had demanded from the Empress. She had
claimed that as the First Sister, she was more at risk, but Praxe
thought that she just liked being seen as the
Empress-in-training. These guards were still bound to the
Empress, but Duxa liked to indulge her eldest. They gazed at
Praxe as she entered the corridor of Asterex's suite, their eyes
glittering in the shadowed depths of their cowls.

Asterex's bedroom was thick with the smell of unwilling, hard
sex: semen, blood and tears. All the wooden shutters were tightly
shut, and a few candles sputtered on a small table, barely
lighting the room. Praxe took in the tableau before her, one she
had seen many times before and experienced once: Naxe was
blindfolded and gagged tightly, her hands tied behind her back;
tears ran down the side of her face, and there were a few bloody
welts across the back of her shoulders. She was atop of one of
Asterex's favoured 'friends', a rich young Yaldixian called
Shaxi; Shaxi had a very thick cock, and she'd had some large
marbles embedded under the skin. Naxe's cunt stretched painfully
around it; the skin there was red and swollen. Asterex must have
smacked her there a few times, before pushing her on top of
Shaxi's massive penis.

Behind them, Asterex was busy pushing the handle of her short
whip up inside Naxe's rectum; the girl was shaking, making
strangled noises through her gag. Praxe could see that the handle
had not been greased in any way to aid its passage.

"First Sister," Praxe said, casually leaning against the nearest
wall and folding her arms across her chest. Asterex's head
whipped around, as fast as a snake. A slow smile pulled at her
lips.

"Do you want to take her as well? She's so tight." Asterex
laughed and Shaxi echoed the sound, like an idiot.

Praxe forced herself to remain calm. Asterex could be unstable,
but Praxe was the General. She had been through too many
skirmishes to continue carrying around this fear of her sister.
It was time she stood up against Asterex.

Praxe lifted her chin. "I'm sure she is. However, I think you've
done playing with her."

Asterex's lovely face was blank for a few beats, and then her
patented sly expression stole in. However, there was an
incredulous edge to it. Praxe's resolve firmed.

"Have I?" Asterex yanked her whip out of Naxe's ass and struck
the girl once across her buttocks, admiring her work even as Naxe
shrieked into the cloth which was stuffed into her mouth. "I
don't think I am."

"I do." This was more than what Sixa had asked, but Praxe felt
that it was right. "Give her to me, you'll wear her out at this
rate." She kept her tone very level, and did not flinch when
Asterex narrowed her eyes. She simply held Asterex's sharp gaze,
until the First Sister tossed her head and laughed.

"All right," she said. "She was starting to bore me, anyway.
She's not as feisty when tied up, I find."

Praxe stepped forward as Asterex pushed Naxe off Shaxi's
still-hard prick. The girl's pussy appeared to gape, and fluids
leaked out of it even as Praxe undid the tight knots, removing
the gag and the blindfold.

"Quickly," she murmured, not bothering to undo the ropes which
held Naxe's arms back. She simply hauled her to the girl feet and
pulled her out of the dark room. Asterex had already fallen upon
Shaxi, turning her over and fucking her with rapid thrusts,
ignoring Praxe's departure.

Praxe passed the Imperial Guard, giving them brisk nods.

"Good day, Honoured General," one of them actually said and she
hid her surprise with a mere inclination of her head. The
Imperial Guard usually did not speak to her, and Praxe had the
impression that while they were aware of her status, the level of
respect was fairly low. Possibly this rescue of Sixa's sister
would have far-reaching consequences, at least with the Imperial
Guard.

For now, the grateful glance Sixa gave her as Naxe stumbled into
her arms was surprisingly enough. Sixa made soothing noises as
Praxe reached down for a small knife in her boot, slicing the
ropes from Naxe's hands. The marks left in her skin were severe,
but they would fade; they were not as bad as the ones made by
Asterex's whip.

"Listen to me," Praxe said as Sixa ducked under one of her
sister's arms, taking nearly all her sagging weight. "Take her to
the Third Sister's rooms."

"The Third Sister." Sixa nodded. "Bexla."

"Very good. Tell her I've sent you, and ask for Umi. She will
care for you both." Praxe eyed the whip-marks on Naxe's body.
"Umi will relieve her pain. The marks will remain, but they will
not be very obvious. Umi is good at that."

"Thank you, General," Sixa said. "You have our gratitude for all
time."

Naxe muttered something, it might have been not mine, but Praxe
nodded at Sixa. "I'll return in the evening. You may wait for me
in Bexla's rooms." She turned on her heel and strode out,
glancing over her shoulder once to make sure that Sixa carrying
her sister in the proper direction. The whip-marks across her own
back seemed to twinge in remembered pain. The day Asterex had
done that to her had been the last time Praxe had been taken to
bed against her will. She had struggled against Asterex and
managed to slip away, her newly acquired military training coming
into good use.

Forcibly, Praxe pushed the memory aside, making her way out of
the Western Wing and past Duxa's opulent residence. She didn't
pause nor even consider entering there to converse with her
mother. Duxa was probably fast asleep at this hour. Praxe went
down to the kitchens, greeting the cooks before breaking a piece
of the thick bread which was so popular in their country, and a
hunk of cheese.

"Make sure you bring extra food when going up to the Third
Sister," Praxe told one of the servants as she chewed.

"Yes, General," the servant said, bowing so deeply it was almost
comical. Praxe patted her head, amused, and then left the kitchen
to head for the stables. Her stead was waiting for her in its
shed; Dixtopli greeted her with a hiss, its forked tongue
flickering out to stroke over her cheek. The large, slitted eyes
blinked rapidly, a sign that the animal was delighted to see her.

"Hello there, Dix." Praxe lifted the heavy bar across the
half-door and the massive reptile trotted out. She had raised and
trained Dixtopli from the time it had emerged from its egg. This
breed of drazli was prized for its size and ferocious loyalty,
capable of defending its rider with the short, clawed forelegs it
held close to its chest. The back-legs were long and muscular,
and the drazli could run at a steady pace for hours at a time,
although they were susceptible to overheating. Dix was the best
of them, according to Praxe's wholly biased opinion.

Dix's blue-green scales shone in the sunlight, and Praxe made a note
to compliment the stable-attendants on their good work. Dixtopli
rolled around in the grass happily as Praxe went inside the shed
to retrieve the woven saddle and bridle. When Dix saw Praxe
emerge with these, it came over to her and stood still so that
Praxe could throw the saddle over its broad back, and cinch it
securely underneath. She affixed the bridle with practiced ease,
making sure the straps which looped over the top of Dix's long
snout didn't prevent its mouth from opening and that the reins
would not tangle with its forelegs. When she clicked her tongue,
Dix squatted so that she could climb up, and as soon as Praxe
gathered the reins, the drazli rose up to its full height, and
set off at its loping gait towards the training grounds.

Praxe didn't have to use the reins, since Dixtopli knew exactly
where they were going. The Imperial Palace was a huge, sprawling
compound, containing nearly every aspect of the Yaldixian
ecosystem: there were lush gardens, many of which were home to
pristine pools of water and small animals. A few sand-gardens
existed as homage to the desert which dominated the border
between Yaldix and the Southern Reaches. Praxe rode past all
these, and the tall grass gave way to beaten earth just before
the open gates of the training-grounds. Inside this walled
section, Praxe noted that Funax and the other Captains were
putting most of the battalions through their paces. The best of
the Army were removed at the end of their training and assigned
as Imperial Guard, although none had yet left during Praxe's
short time as General.

Praxe slid off Dix, and the reptile stalked off to where the
other drazli were being fed, hissing out loud greetings. Funax
and Sumnix walked over to her, intending on giving their reports.

"I can see for myself that all is well," Praxe said before they
could speak. She looked over to the tents, where weapons were
being checked by the younger recruits. The bigger machinery was
further down in the yard, being cleaned and repaired by more
seasoned soldiers. "Any reports from the border?"

"Yes, General." Sumnix motioned over to a young soldier who was
waiting with her helmet in hand.

"Caxi," Praxe said, allowing herself a brief smile. The soldier
smiled in return, pleased at being recognized so easily by the
General. The smile disappeared as Praxe requested the report, and
Caxi straightened up, her short hair standing out in coppery
curls around her head.

"General, there's been another delivery. Just after Vixga and
Imirix-down, we found three babes in baskets waiting for us at
checkpoint six, with the usual message."

Praxe bit the inside of her lower lip, thinking. The great suns
Vixga and Imirix set together like stately twin-princesses, their
strong light departing around two hours before the minor sun
Nexeni sank as well. Nexeni's light was tender, a deceptive grey
dusk before true night; a person dressed appropriately could
patiently wait in the shadows without being seen by the
border-guards. This disturbed Praxe, but she had found no
solution to this as yet. Sighing, she extended her hand for the
missive; in this situation, at least, there was no great threat.

Caxi dug around in underneath her armour and produced a small
scrap of parchment, folded tightly. When Praxe opened it, she saw
large letters formed in the Mulnar style; very similar to
Yaldixian with only a few minor changes. The handwriting was
familiar to her eye, for she had seen it many times before.

Yaldix friends, the message said, here, three innocents await
your mercy. They are not allowed to live as they are in Mulnar,
as you know. Their skin and hair have been tinted to appear as
Yaldixian, and it is my wish that they enjoy a full and fruitful
life accepted as your people.

It was signed The Good Earth, just as the previous messages had
been. Whoever this Good Earth was, they were intent on rescuing
babies who were not in the image of Mulnar perfection...babies
with multiple sex-organs like a Yaldix.

Babies who would have been otherwise speedily disposed of by the
Mulnar scientists.

Praxe shook her head, and placed the message within her own
armour. "Have we persons available and willing to take these
children?"

Sumnix snorted. "General, the list is as long as your drazli's
tail. What Mulna discards so quickly, Yaldix craves."

"I'll never understand them," Funax said. Her voice was a
dismayed rumble. "They produce so easily, but if the babe is not
right, they kill it." Her mouth twisted down into an angry line.
"How cruel."

"It seems so to us," Praxe agreed, "but at least there is some
help from the Good Earth. Caxi, ensure that the ones who were
waiting longest are assigned a child. Check the records to see if
they have been properly investigated as to their suitability."

"You can depend on me, General." Caxi bowed and trotted off to
her own steed, riding quickly towards the Imperial Palace to
check on the list of Yaldixians who wanted to help raise these
abandoned children. From there, she would have to seek approval
from the Empress herself, although Praxe was sure that Duxa would
sign off on it and have her seal affixed to any documentation.
There would be celebrations in three Yaldixian houses tonight,
Praxe thought with a smile.

"Now then," she said as she turned to the captains. An attendant
ran up to her with her swords and she unsheathed them, grinning
outright. "Who will ensure that the General keeps up her
training?"

Sumnix and Funax exchanged a quick glance, and then pulled their
own swords. While Sumnix was best at the bow and arrow, and Funax
with her ever-present axe, all proficient in the use of the
sword. Praxe wielded two swords, unlike most soldiers who carried
one for their dominant hand. It gave her that extra edge during
battle, and she had been told that she presented a horrifying
prospect to their enemies, those dangerous blades whirring in
both hands.

"Come on," Praxe goaded them, spinning her swords gleefully.
While she formed her letters with her right, she had no dominant
hand when fighting. With a yell, Sumnix and Funax charged, and
Praxe met them with her own battle-cry. She was vaguely aware
that most of the other training soldiers stopped to watch them
fight, but she kept her concentration fixed on the captains.
Funax was not as fast as Sumnix, but she had a disastrously
powerful strike. On the other hand, while Sumnix's attacks were
not very strong, they were quite accurate. Between the both of
them, Praxe was hard-pressed to keep up, but she managed to hold
her own.

By the time the mid-day sunlight blazed high above their heads,
Praxe's skin was damp with sweat. She called a halt to the
training, and dismissed the soldiers to their own homes. If this
had been a time of outright war, they would have remained here on
the training-grounds indefinitely, sleeping and eating as one
unit. She was pleased with their standards; when she spoke to
Funax, Sumnix and the other captains, they received this with
pleased nods.

"We need to make sure that our weapons are up to scratch,
checking all the handles and any moving parts," Praxe said.
"Toxmi, you're in charge of that."

"Yes, General," Toxmi said. "I hear your will, and obey."

Praxe was taken aback at the formal tone and when she looked at
the other faces, there seemed to be a difference in their normal
expressions. There was a sheen of admiration added to the regular
acknowledgement of her status.

"We heard," Funax clarified. "About the First Sister and that
girl you took from her."

"How could you have heard so quickly?" Praxe was utterly bemused,
and she tried to brush it away. "It was not a very hard thing to
do."

Sumnix appeared skeptical. "Against Asterex? Well, I think it was
brave of you, Praxe."

Praxe looked down at the ground, at their booted feet. It had
been very brave of her, now that she thought of it. Asterex could
be frightening, to say the very least. She would have to tread
carefully, for Asterex would find some way to repay her
interferance.

She shrugged, and gave them a tight smile. "It's done, in any
case. I will return to these training grounds tomorrow."

"Yes, General," they chorused and Praxe left them quickly,
feeling self-conscious under their intent stares. She didn't go
directly to her own rooms when she finally arrived at the
Imperial Palace and let Dixtopli have a run in the fenced area
behind the stables. She headed towards Bexla's rooms instead,
removing her helmet along the way.

Bexla was comfortably seated in her favourite spot, a large pile
of pillows near the open doors of her balcony. The light caught
her hair, and bars of golden sunlight travelled over her brown
skin. She bore a strong resemblance to Asterex: the same shape
and colour to her eyes, and the red curls. Each feature, however,
seemed slightly softened, until the whole effect was far sweeter
and open than Asterex's sly beauty.

"Praxe," Bexla said, holding out a slender hand. Praxe knelt
close, taking her hand and patting it in an affectionate manner.
She looked around and spotted Naxe sleeping on a nearby pallet.
Umi was fussing over her, rubbing a clear paste onto her bare
back.

"You should take that whip away from your sister," Umi grumbled.
She was a squat, stocky thing, the crown of her head barely
reaching the top of Praxe's thigh. She did not possess the darker
skin tone of the Yaldixian, nor the pale shades of the Mulnar;
since she was from the Southern Reaches, she had a fairer, almost
yellowish tone. Whenever she went shopping for medicinal
ingredients in the market, she received very long, curious
stares...and some comments, of course, which Umi answered with
her characteristic sharp tongue.

Umi was about two decades older than Bexla; she had come with
cures for the Third Sister's weak constitution, and had not
returned to her own home. She was quite bossy, and extremely
protective of Bexla. For that, Praxe adored the miserable little
healer.

"She will make a full recovery?" Praxe asked and Umi snorted.

"Of course she will," she snapped. Bexla gave Praxe an apologetic
squeeze of her fingers. "I'm good at what I do, am I not?"

"The best," Bexla said. "The very best, Umi dear."

"Hmph."

"She's not very polite, that Naxe," Bexla said as they watched
Umi continue her treatment. "She reminds me of Asterex, in a
way."

Praxe said nothing in reply to this, even though she agreed.

"She called me a stupid cunt." Bexla laughed at Praxe's
incredulous and furious expression. "Don't be like that. She's an
angry, frightened girl, she can't help it."

"I should have left her with Asterex," Praxe muttered.

Bexla hummed noncommitally, and then said, "But her
sister...Sixa, is it? She's very sweet."

"Where is she?" Praxe looked around the airy, comfortable rooms
as if Sixa was hiding behind one of the curtains. When she
returned her gaze to Bexla's face, her sister had a small,
knowing smile playing across her lips.

"She went back to your rooms to wait," Bexla said. "She is eager
to please you, I would say. You deserve that, in any case."

Praxe smiled at that, and pressed a quick kiss to the side of
Bexla's mouth. "Deserving or not, I will take what is offered to
me," she said and got to her feet. "I'll take it," she muttered,
as if to herself, and then left Bexla's rooms for her own.

Her prick was already hard under her armour when she went to her
bedroom and found Sixa curled up on top of the furs, deeply
asleep. The robes she had worn in the morning were gone, and she
was dressed in a long, soft shift, the lines of her young body
visible through the gauzy material. Praxe removed her gear and
clothing as quietly as she could; she was far too eager to take a
wash, and she could smell the musk of her body as she crawled
naked over the sleeping girl.

Sixa sighed quietly as Praxe rolled her onto her back, and pushed
the shift up to reveal her waiting snatch. Parting the slim
thighs with her knees, Praxe took hold of her aching dick and
rubbed the leaking head against the puffy slit; she had probably
been playing with herself before falling asleep. Using the
bulbous head, Praxe parted the soft moist flesh and pushed in a
little past her inner lips, pausing as Sixa sighed again and
twitched.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Praxe sank into the her until her thatch
of pubic hair tangled with the fine strands which adorned Sixa's
vulva. Keeping her weight mostly off the girl, Praxe bent down to
suck at a nipple through the thin material. Sixa groaned louder
as Praxe nibbled at her flesh, and when she switched her
attention to the other breast, she felt Sixa's hand sink into her
hair.

Praxe's cock throbbed inside her and Sixa murmured something
unintelligible as she woke up even more, writhing on the cock
which impaled her.

"Praxe," she said in a small, breathless voice, and bucked her
hips up, trying to fuck herself on the thick cock inside her.
"Praxe. General, please."

Praxe pulled the hand out of her hair and took hold of the other
one as well, pinning them both on either side of her dark head.
"Please what?"

"Fuck me," the girl moaned.

Praxe pulled back until her dick almost slipped right out, and
then pushed in again. Over and over again, she maintained an
unhurried beat, their breaths mingling in the air between them.
Sixa stared up at her as Praxe kept filling her cunt, her lips
parted as she arched up from time to time, trying to press their
chests together. Praxe started to go faster, wanting to fill this
tight pussy with her seed, fill it until it overflowed with her
cum, then turn her over and sink deep into her anus, burrowing
insistently past the sphincter until she could spurt deep inside
her rectum.

"Yes, yes," Sixa chanted beneath her, caught up in the increasing
pace of their coupling. When Praxe kissed her sloppily, Sixa
sobbed against her mouth, trying to yank her hands out of Praxe's
grip, but Praxe held her firm. The girl screamed and arched up,
trembling as Praxe sucked a mark into her neck. When Praxe came
inside her, she mindlessly bit down on the mark she made, nearly
drawing blood.

Sixa groaned as Praxe pulled out of her, cum dribbling out after.
Deeply pleased at this sight, Praxe slid down her languid form to
lick her own ejaculate out of the girl's cunt. Sixa pushed at her
head, her pussy probably oversensitized, and Praxe let her be,
crawling up to lie face-down beside her.

Praxe watched her as she calmed herself, her fingers fluttering
over the red mark Praxe left on her neck.

"You've marked me," she said, turning to look at Praxe with wide
eyes.

"You dislike being claimed so?"

"No! No, I do not dislike it at all. I never thought that one
such as I would be chosen by someone like you."

"You weren't exactly chosen by me," Praxe reminded her. "But it
is my choice to keep you close."

Sixa blushed at that, averting her gaze. In anyone else, Praxe
would have suspected some kind of artifice, but Sixa was not as
conniving as that. Praze reached out and stroked back her hair
from her cheek. She was about to ask if the girl would be
amenable to riding Dixtopli tomorrow, or one of the smaller
drazli, when someone called from the outer hall.

"Caxi, is that you?" Praxe asked, smirking when Sixa dived under
the furs with frantic modesty.

"Yes, General."

"Enter, with haste."

By the time Caxi marched in, Sixa was wrapped from head to toe.
Caxi gave her a curious glance; it was unusual for a Yaldixian to
be so self-concious of their body, but Praxe rather liked that
Sixa was odd in that respect.

"You're all sorted out?" Praxe asked, sitting up. "You didn't
have to come here to give me a report on that. I am fully
confident of your competency."

"I know, General, thank you," Caxi said, trying to smile; the
worry on her face, however, dominated all else. "After signing
the documents, the Empress asked me to pass on the message that
she would like to see you."

"Very well." Praxe rose up, and then was stopped by the rest of
Caxi's words.

"All of you. She wants to see all of the Three."

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