Captive of the Captain

He stood panting hard looking at her. She was degraded, messy, and utterly beautiful. He bent to touch her lavender curls reverently. She rolled over to smile up at him. She had swallowed his cum. He stared into her large green eyes, feeling himself drown in her loveliness, her eyes that had now turned so soft and welcoming. He reached out a hand to caress her cheek.

He heard footsteps trampling down the stairs outside the door. The door burst open without warning and in rushed Ruggs and Hart, followed by Commander Parson. Tristan hurriedly did up his fly and stepped in front of the girl to shield her body from their gazes.

"What is it?" He asked Parson.

"The Archers have struck, a small army of them are attacking at the Fort as we speak."

Tristan gaped at Parson in disbelief. "But, we have Talinka right here, How could they have..."

He broke off as Parson pushed past him to gaze down at the naked girl. Parson swore.

"You fool, Tristan," He turned back to Tristan, "That's not Talinka."

"She's not?" He repeated, staring at her. She was gazing back at him levelly.

"No, she's not. That's Talinkas sister- Melitha."

Melitha smiled up at him languidly.

The sounds of battle could be heard in the streets above.

And Tristan felt a sick certainty spreading throughout him that he had just fallen in love.

"Ah, Fuck." He said.