Arriving back at the camp, the general dismounted his horse, and beelined towards his great tent. Barely paying attention to his page, who took his horse to be fed and watered, he strode into his tent, pushing away the heavy curtains that served as a doorway with a single sweep of his arm. The interior of the tent was dimly lit, a giant red rug lined the floor, with lion and tiger skins strewn about. Other than the rugs and skins, it was a relatively sparsely decorated tent, designed for comfort and ease of transportation. What caught the general’s eye, however, was the sight of his favorite pleasure slave, Jani, fully naked save for an iron collar with three glistening topazes, and oiled with scented lavender from head to toe.
The slave was a petite blonde, presumably from some northern barbarian tribe, as her features aren’t broad and sharp enough for her to be a Kaskarian. She kept her hair long, knowing her master liked to keep a tight grip on it while pounding her from behind. Delicate features, foxy eyes with dark eye-colors around them, making her look like a wanton slut. A small but well shaped nose, and a small, pouty mouth adorned her almond shaped face, which tapered to a small, pointed chin. She delighted in serving her master, and knew that he was especially savage with her when his blood was high after a day’s battle. The general was indiscriminate with his usage of her holes, and she kept both of them well lubricated in anticipation of a hard fucking.