Soldier's Pay

by Iron McGalley

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Alternate Universe, Romance
Length: 2744

A man can only take so much punishment without rewards. Cray Night is one such man. Having dedicated his life to the defense of his Empress, Cray feels dejected when recognition eludes him. Little does he know, he's about to get it.

A man can only take so much punishment without rewards. Cray Night is one such man. Having dedicated his life to the defense of his Empress, Cray feels dejected when recognition eludes him. Little does he know, he's about to get it.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-09-27 06:31:23 UTC

Firm Against the Foe!

Firm Against the Foe!

Soldier's Pay

Grey stood atop the ramparts of Nightcastle's outer defenses. The night was cool and the moon shone brightly overhead. The stars were aligned to display coded messages and strategies for the soldiers of the Domain to keep themselves updated on the changing tides of war. Victory was near, Grey knew. Mother Empress had battled her way into the heart of Equestria with the force of an earthquake, and all that had once stood against her now lay beneath.

The lone soldier lit his cigar and smoked against the chill of the midnight air.

Grey was a Governor of the Domain and leader of its secret police. He was tasked with maintaining political security and overseeing the well-being of the Domain's integrity. He was also a soldier; a brave warrior that would not falter in his resolve to his Empress; a man that would sooner see his blood spilled than hers. Yet, he was also that. A man. One that felt the bite of the wind beneath the shining, silver satellite cruising the heavens and shivered in dejection.

A man he was, and as a man he hated, but also loved. It was love that burned inside him and turned the sight of the fields beneath the walls into a sour and bitter display. He felt his eyes fixate on the ground and he wondered just how low a man's spirit can fall before the world loses its sense and beauty becomes a painful reminder of what could not be.

Grey spat the cigar and shivered against the growing cold. In his thoughts he saw the encampment asleep and resting from battle, but he also pictured the path that led to the castle gates, and the corridors covered in precious carpets that ran through the fortress to one lonely room with the object of his affliction inside.

Shaking his head, the soldier abandoned hope once again. It was meaningless.

Grey walked down the walls with the bitter cold his companion, and the endless darkness his mantle against the lonesome feeling that crawled up his throat and threatened to choke him. He took step after step with his head down and his mind in the clouds. Once more he walked down the steps to the inner yard, and then traveled the path to his quarters.

Inside he found a bed and all the comforts a man could wish for, except for the one that mattered. He slipped from his armor and donned a robe. He let his thoughts slip and forwent the precautions and barriers he'd forced himself to place. Slowly and with a saddened sigh, his mind wandered to her eyes. Her lips.

In his mind he pictured her the first time she walked down a golden corridor surrounded by beauty and glory. He saw her body surrounded in silks and her smile against the full moon, and a heart-wrenching wave of despair tore through his chest. Perhaps it was the world that denied him her company, or it was his own making that she could not laugh beside him and hold his arm. It could be the machination of fate that she'd never look into his eyes as they lay covered by nothing but moonlight.

With a heavy heart, Grey took to the solace of wine and sleep. If he could not dream, he'd count himself lucky and smile for one less night of torturous thoughts. He'd be glad to be dead to the world for one night. One night without her twisting the blade in his heart.

Yet he dreamed. A twisted mockery of the world, or so he thought. As the moon sailed across the sky his doors were opened and a letter was delivered by a yawning page. It could not be, Grey thought. It was a dream; cruel and disastrous to his sanity. He would have screamed in anger; he would have torn the letter to pieces and burned them all if it were not for the signature at the end of the parchment.

Kate...

Not Empress. Not liege. Not unreachable. Kate. Simple as that, as though it were so simple. That a soldier and a goddess would meet upon such terms, it was mind numbing. His hands trembled slightly and he could not speak or dismiss the page. He was not aware of him leaving, nor was he sure of the time he spent without believing his eyes and branding them for liars and deceivers. His heart was beating. Truly beating. It was no longer the slow pumping of hopeless blood coursing through a half-corpse. Now it was fire rushing through tunnels of steel. Now it was incandescent to a fiery grade that made him smile with something he had not felt for a lifetime of knowing the Empress.

Confident.

Brave. Like a young lad surrounded by heroes in battle. He felt strong once again, as the bull beneath the sun. His hands and the muscles in his arms were renewed. The chill of the air had been replaced by the scent of roses and perfumed scents, and the moon shone ever brighter than the most fearsome star. With steps that echoed the thunder of his heart, Grey departed his room and made his way to the Empress' chambers.

Blood never felt hotter. Breaths were never so deep. Hope was never so grand.

He stood before the great doors with both its guards missing. He pressed a hand to the wood and felt it vibrate. It was full of energy; the air itself was charged with something more than just desire. It was a power that commenced at the tips of his fingers and traveled up his arms into his chest, up his throat and inside his head. A tingling that made him gasp and demanded he laughed. But he didn't. He was too nervous for that. It had been too long. Not enough to break him; barely sufficient to keep him alive.

Grey opened the doors, and entered.

The room smelled of incense and roses. It smelled of her.

"My Empress?" He asked into the darkness.

His reply was the rustling of silk against bare flesh, and the sound of steps on stone.

She appeared from the darkness as a blazing fire is born from the dry leaves of desperation. Feelings that were abandoned and forgotten suddenly became alight with fiery passion. She smiled timidly from behind the silken robe that covered her nude body.

And let it fall.

If love has a meaning, a definition, even an invented lie for an explanation. Then that was it. Her body, bare and in his presence. No more lies. No more waiting. No more suffering. She was there, she was real. It was true, even if it was a lie. It would be a merciful one.

She walked to him without speaking a word and stood before him under the candlelight. His words failed him.

"My Empress..."

She took his head in her hands and drew him towards her. He knelt and his hands rose to hold her, but couldn't. They stayed away from her body; fearful that it would all disappear should he touch her. She pressed his head to her breasts and held him there under the loving gaze of the moonlit skies. His hands raised as if in prayer; his soul at rest at last. She leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"I love you." She said, and the world would not move forward. "I always have."

If she did, if she didn't. If it was a lie or if it wasn't. It did not matter. He'd lived and taken lives. Now he could lose his without remorse.

His hands met her flesh and pulled down the silk that separated him from the deliverance she offered. His hands caressed her body, and he rose to stand before her.

"All this time... I was afraid you'd forgotten." His hands held her shoulders. "I was afraid you'd forgotten me."

She leaned in to kiss him. Their lips grazed each other barely, but it was enough. The fire was burning.

He pressed her to his body and kissed her the way he'd wanted to for years. He pressed her lips to his with violence, unleashing the anger, the love, desperation of endless nights cursing his luck. He lifted her from the ground and kissed her harder. He held her as she moaned into his mouth. He only let go when his desires asked for more.

She retreated with a playful smile. Her breasts swaying with her gait and the curves of her body taunting him as she edged towards the bed and sat down on it with her legs spread. Long, slender and the object of his lust. He tore his robe off and followed her. A tortured soul would not want dead the way he wanted her. Fire would never burn with the strength of his lust.

He cupped his breasts in his hands and pushed her down unto the sheets. His hands toyed with her body the way she had toyed with his mind. His hands traveled the mounds of her being as he had traveled the world under her banner. No longer a soldier of her wars, he was an explorer of her pleasure. A madman in search for fulfillment.

She gasped and moaned and held him tight as he reached down to her sex and plunged a finger into her. Her eyes were wild and she pushed back against the thrusts of his hand. She bit her lip and purred under him. He massaged her breasts and kissed her again, while her nectar leaked unto his hand and the sheets of the bed. She sighed and gasped and moaned until he heard her heart thump in rhythm with her thrusts, and her sex clenched on his finger.

She growled and scratched his back, leaving red trails of blood that screamed of need. Her hair fell in front of her face and her breath misted between them. He wanted her more.

She sat up and took his length in her hand. She stroked his shaft with one hand while extending her pleasure with the other. He groaned and looked into her feral eyes. Her disheveled hair, her smile. She sped her ministrations and added to it her other hand, slick with her own arousal. Grey moaned and climbed onto the bed, kneeling down before her. His erect member throbbed inches from her mouth.

She extended her tongue and ran it across the head of his penis. Grey panted and ran a hand through her hair, looking into her eyes as she ran her tongue across the underside of his member. With one hand she stroked him, as the other reached further and cupped his testicles. She gently kissed the tip of his cock and suckled on it.

"Empress..." He whispered adoringly between heavy breaths and labored exhales.

"Hmm..?" Her eyes looked up, smiling and laughing while shining beneath the moonlight. She massaged his testes and took more of his length into her mouth. Grey trembled at the feeling of her warm tongue swirling around his member, coaxing a steady flow of precum to fall into her eager mouth. She started to bob her head back and forth, frowning; concentrated as her hands continued to massage and stroke his genitals. Grey shuddered and began to thrust against her bobbing. Rhythmical. Intoxicating and divine beyond normality. Grey felt his knees grow week after a while.

"Kate, I'm... I'm going to..." She grinned with her eyes and gave a long, sensual hum while slurping and sucking on his cock. Her hand pulled on his testicles and fondled them roughly. Grey growled and took a hold of her head with both hands. He felt a great pressure in his genitals, a feeling that spread to his entire groin area and then traveled up his shaft until it burst out in a spurt of semen that gushed into Kate's mouth. She swallowed it down as fast as she could while trying to keep her bobbing and massaging going, but she had to pull back eventually. She sighed contently as spurt after spurt of semen landed on her face, her breasts and her mouth. She moaned and licked any that fell near her lips. Grey groaned and stroked himself to get the rest out.

"Great going." She said, wiping a strand of white from her cheek. "Let's do some more, eh." She sucked her finger clean.

Kate and Grey lied down on the bed. She stroked his limp cock. suckled and kissed his scrotum while fondling her breasts and spreading the semen on them. He watched her, mesmerized. His penis began to harden swiftly and she purred while dragging her tongue across his testicles.

"Looks like we're having more fun." She giggled and gave his flaring head a swift kiss and suck. "I'm top, eh."

"Whatever you want..." He replied.

She smiled and sat on his legs. Still smearing the remaining semen on her breasts, she took his shaft with one hand and rubbed it against her moist lower lips, dragging it back and forth while giving slow, gentle strokes. "Do you like that?" She asked. He nodded. "How about this?" Her hand pressed the red head of his penis into her opening, and she sat down on his cock. Kate gasped and groaned, pinching and pulling her nipples. "Fuck!"

She panted and began to bounce up and down on Grey's erect member. She smiled as the bed creaked under their fucking. Her breasts moved with her as she raised her ass and let it fall back down to have her vagina penetrated deeper and deeper with each fall. Grey moaned and began to thrust up against her falls to impale her deeper.

She was sweating and purring with his cock deep inside her. The room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the creaking of the bed, and their moaning and panting. Their breaths were visible, and that was the only reminder they had of the cold. They couldn't feel it. With her breasts swaying and bouncing in front of him, and his cock buried as deep as it could go inside her wet sex, neither could notice the chill in the air. It was gone.

"Fuck! Fuck me, Grey..." She half-screamed and half-growled. He complied. Eliciting a gasp from her, Grey sat up and grabbed her in his arms. He tossed her unto the bed and towered over her with his cock aimed at her. He pressed her head down against the bed, pulled her ass up, and stuck his member inside. Kate moaned and screamed as he pounded away at her with raw strength. His hands left red marks on her ass where he held her, and the wet sound of her cunt slamming against his pelvis drove him to further heights of pleasure.

There he was, he thought between thrusts. The soldier had the empress ass-up and face down on the bed while he fucked her senseless in her own chamber. Kate's hands clutched the bed sheets and Grey stood on his feet, knees bent as he outright slammed into Kate's pussy with complete abandon. She was still screaming his name when he felt his release approaching. He grunted and thrust into her with more brutality. Her ass-cheeks were red from the pounding and her knees were shaking badly. He didn't stop. His balls slammed against her sex time and again. His inflamed member went deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust, forcing her walls apart and clearing the way to her womb. He felt his release nearing, closer and closer. Kate was lost to the pleasure, moaning madly while drool left her mouth along with her screams of pleasure.

Grey felt the all too familiar pressure building up once more, and he pulled back almost entirely, only to force himself back in with all the strength his arms could muster. Kate moaned loudly one last time as her fluids ran down her legs once more, and Grey joined her screams with one of his own as his cock exploded inside her. His seed filled her until it began to drip out.

Both of them fell unto the bed, exhausted. Morning found them holding each other as semen and Kate's own fluids leaked out of her sex, and sweat permeated the air.