The Sexual Battles of the Civil War

No harm will come to me The words reverberate in my foggy brain. I lower my head a bit trying to think clearly. I force back the tear that longs to spill down my cheek. I am sad not for my safety but for fear that I may lose my newfound love. I cannot fathom the reason for my feelings. He is the enemy and I have but one mission in this war -- to discover the plans of the Southern Army. I think of all the runaway slaves that I have aided in the years before the war and during the onset of the bloodshed. How can I tell this man -- this enemy -- this lover -- that I have betrayed him before we ever met.

"Does love have to ask such questions, General? Is love not blind? Does my confession of earlier mean nothing? I believe in you as a man, as a lover and as a soldier. But first and foremost I trust you. If I am what you suspect, would it change anything between us?" I raise my head and look into his eyes, searching for something other than doubts. I see puzzlement and maybe a twinge of sadness in his once bright eyes, eyes that are now clouded with concern.

"Let me just say that I think that our love is doomed; murky with suspicion. If I tell you that I believe in your cause, I am but a coward and a liar. Love me for this moment. Make love to me for this precious little time we are afforded. Forget that we are in the midst of slaughter and agony. Let us leave the real world behind us if only for a few brief, ecstacy filled moments."

My lips brazenly capture his mouth, not wanting his judgement of me and my cause to escape from his lips. My hungry mouth grinds, almost painfully, into his own, trying to erase all other worries from our world.
 
General Thor

her mouth on mine....hard and needy - drove the suspicion out of my mind. I decided that I did not care who or what she was. I only wanted her...now and forever.

My tongue probed - and then found - her lips. I pushed it, hard, into her mouth and lost myself in her.
 
His tongue searches my mouth; perhaps looking for the truths. This time his hands a bit rougher, maybe from frustration of the unanswered questions. I relish in his rough hands playing along my body. I too am frustrated; annoyed at a war that may keep us apart, angry that our world may end due to causes that don't seem to matter to me anymore.

He guides my body to the edge of the river and lies my body down in the shallow water. Standing above me I look into his eyes, and see the hunger and yet also the almost sadness. He kneels down and all of his weiht presses against my body as his mouth retakes my lips in another passionate kiss. My moans echo inside of his mouth, needing to be captured by him totally.
 
General Thor

my mouth plundered hers - much like Sherman's rapacious hordes in fair Georgia. For a few moments I kissed.....and kissed. Then my mouth moved....rapid....quick kisses...all over her wet body. Quickly I pulled Katherine to her feet and turned her so her back was pressed against my chest. My cock - with a mind of its own - slid between her legs. I could not tell the difference between the river water and her flowing juices. My lips buried themselves in her soft neck....kissing at the nape. My hands slid around her and captured her lush breasts. I pulled her nipples gently....savoring the hard nubs between my fingers......
 
I can feel his erection poking into my backside and I know he is as hungry as I am. Strong arms envelop my small body, stroking my nipples. I rub my ass against his cock, teasing him with slow purposeful movements. It must have been too much for him to bear for I feel his cock at the edge of my aroused sex. His teeth nip at the nape of my neck as I lower my head to allow him better access.
 
General Thor

Katherine dipped her head and bent - slightly - from the waist. The tip of my cock was rubbing against the soft folds of her nether lips. With a slight twist of my hips my cock slipped into her softness - about four inches. I stopped, rotating my hips with a slow, sensuous movement. I thought, "She is incredible. We must be together - damn the war."

I began to move my hips....only half of my cock slipping in and out. I felt her nipples hardening even more as I played with them; brushing, pulling, teasing.......
 
The slow half strokes are teasing me to an ultimate hunger, the need burning inside of me. After every fifth stroke, he rams the entire length inside of me and then slowly retreats. His hands spread my cheeks to gain better access to my wet hole. I reach my hand between my legs to rub my clit and then lightly squeeze his taut balls. I hear his moan at the intrusion of my fingers. We dance this slow waltz for a seemingly eternity.
 
I am saying farewell to Lit SRP! (for a while anyway!) I wish you all well!!
 
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