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Chapter 326 - Inadequacies

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Chapter 326 Inadequacies

Claude was quickly beginning to regret his amorous adventures. He had woefully underestimated the succubus’ drive. He was certain that were it not for the need for secrecy he would be tied to the bed the entire day. A cow for the milking.

He had done far less than he had in his previous world, but he still had his fair share of conquests. He gave his virginity to Baroness Vaskiri. She had not sought out sexual encounters since her husband’s death years earlier, and was very passive in bed. Sheila had been his second woman. They’d shared sweet summer love, which, as all summer romances must, had come to an end, though they still frolicked on the bed, the floor, the couch, the table, and against the walls, well, and nearby trees, in his dreams. Kefnie was his third, though he would of course never tell her that. His first was passive by nature, and the other two had been completely inexperienced and so easy to dominate. His entire life, both lives, in fact, he had been the dominant one, he had been the driver of when and where copulation happened, and in each event he dictated the rhythm.

Now, however, he was the submissive one. Doris had taken complete control. She decided when, where, and how they hopped. The two barely spoke two words when they weren’t naked and sweating. In front of others she completely ignored him, even glancing at him coldly. Once the clothes went, however, she was a succubus, a mistress, at times even a dominatrix. For the first time in Claude’s two lives, he was the one hesitating when new positions and scenarios were brought up. Worse than her adventurism was her amorosity. She ripped his clothes off every chance she got, and once they were off, they usually didn’t come back on until sunrise. Over the last week she had drained him so much he had to support himself as he walked, and couldn’t stand for more than a couple of minutes at a time.

Claude had finally drummed up the courage to tell her enough was enough when she appeared to have finally sated her pent-up lust. For the first time since they had started their debauchery, she was done after a single expulsion. A couple days later, she stopped coming all together. Apparently her time had come. Claude praised the heavens for giving him a couple days’ reprieve.

He had not let their escapades go to waste, however. He had pushed the succubus to reveal more about her past and why Zasrak was so cautious about her being around males. He learnt that, while she was the old bastard’s son’s wife, she could not go with him to the capital because she was a fugitive. She had eloped with him from her previous husband, a butcher in the capital, which was a crime. If she returned, she would be imprisoned.

She said it had not been her choice to marry the man. She had been just sixteen when she was given to the butcher in payment of the debt they couldn’t pay. Selling people into slavery was illegal, but the informal collateral, which became a marriage upon recall, fell through one of the loopholes. She could not wed him until she was eighteen, but that didn’t stop him from bedding her on the first night she lived with him, still just sixteen.

She was his wife in name only even after the marriage. He treated her like a slave. She was often beaten over the smallest of mistakes and sometimes for no reason at all. The only thing the butcher wanted from her was children, which he never got. He blamed her for the infertility, yet another reason to beat her every time he saw her.

The butcher was the primary supplier of the royal guard barracks’ meat and Wilkney, Zasrak’s son, was usually the one to come pick it up. The connected quickly, though they never loved each other, or were even attracted in any way. Their marriage was a transaction, much like the one that had gotten her with the butcher, though this one she entered voluntarily. She got her freedom, or at least she got rid of the butcher, and Wilkney got a pretty wife.

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Their marriage was not legal, of course, since she was already wedded to the butcher, but everyone in town, everyone who mattered, at least, considered it as binding as any other marriage. As such, her frolicking with Claude was fornication, adultery. She cared little for such things, however. She’d already broken one marriage, and her current one, while far from unpleasant, was a business transaction, and agreement between individuals that benefitted both, not a vow between parties in love.

Wilkney saw it exactly the same way. He wanted a pretty wife for the sake of having one. He had absolutely no interest in bedding her. He much preferred to be bedded himself. He was not part of the royal guards logistics department. His running frequent errands for them, such as picking up the meat, was just an excuse to spend more time with his lover, the commander in charge of the department.

Neither of his parents knew of their son’s proclivities, hence his need for a wife. They very much hoped the two would give them a grandchild soon. On the few occasions their son returned, however, he never so much as set a toenail in her bed, much less penetrated her. Things had been like this for five years now, and she could hold it no longer. She’d not been penetrated by a male in all that time, not even once, and it was driving her insane..

Batting for the other team was very much a sin on Freia. A world constantly in need of youth to replace the elders killed by illness or war could not tolerate any players not doing their part. They were, in a very pragmatic and practical sense, a plague on the species. Society protected, raised, fed and clothed its members so they could make offspring. Anyone that couldn’t, or wouldn’t do that was a waste, a parasite draining valuable resources that could be far better spent on someone else. In such an age, few people articulated the situation in such straightforward terms, of course. Instead homosexuals were pathologised as demon-tainted. Few people, however, knew the full extent of homosexuality amongst the uniformed. It was understandable, when all one had to work with was male, one made it work, and learned to like it. Or perhaps it was the other way around; perhaps those already batting in that direction sought out the military for the abundance of candidates it offered.

Regardless, many made arrangements similar to this pair’s. A wife at home, perhaps a baby in the belly from an unseen third party, was good cover, enough to satisfy those too curious for their own good that the man was doing his part, leaving him free to give, or take, his homoerotic love as he saw fit.

Claude’s guilt vanished when he learnt of their arrangement. He felt nothing for the parents, but he did feel bad for her husband. He would not be happy if he were to return to Kefnie and learn some other f*cker had been plumbing her depths in his absence. Given this husband’s proclivities, however, he doubted he would have a complaint. He might even be grateful to Claude for filling in. His last reservation gone, he fully enjoyed his rainy season at home, making lots of his own rain.

The rainy season quickly came to a close and Claude once again had his meals on campus. He was happy to do so, too; the old woman didn’t have much of a repertoire in the kitchen, and he had grown tired of the same bowl of soup or porridge after the fifteenth time eating it.

His report found itself on General Miselk’s desk on the first day of classes as well. Claude took a few minutes to explain some of his main arguments with the general and a couple other officers also there to hand in their reports before heading to the cafeteria.

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Despite classes having started, the first couple of days were quite leisurely, until General Miselk brought five other generals with him on the 7th. They took their place by prepared chairs on the platform and Miselk dove right into the reports without introducing them. Much of the day was spent reviewing their reports and running scenarios on the sandtable.


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