Panties and portals - a Kaos Army erotic short
Story by TheFieldmarshall on SoFurry
General Warlock has been up all night working and has now woken up alone, missing his special someone, who is already busy at work herself. He needs a shower. He needs to sort his laundry. But even in this world of futuristic marvels there are technical difficulties.
Panties and portals
A Kaos Army erotic short
General Anarchy Warlock, aardvark commander of the Kaos Army, Black Planet, woke with a soft snort as his hand brushed the cool, unburdened sheet on the other side of the bed. It was never easy, being up all hours of the night dealing with emergencies in other time-zones, tiredly climbing under the duvet mere hours before the breaking dawn, being careful not to disturb his sweetheart as she slumbered deeply, before a busy day of her own.
The thick, blackout curtains were glowing around the edges; the sun was high in the sky as the day carried on steadfastly without him. Rumbling and shouting could be heard from below, trucks coming in and going out – supplies and ammunition and troops, all being directed by various Sergeants in the traditionally calm, efficient military way.
He stretched and groaned, flexing his toes, kicking away the thick layer of blankets. Winter here in the desert of the Lowlands could be brutal, even if the heating system did run from a portal positioned in the core of a collapsing star. As always, he would start his day with a shower. It was good to have a routine, especially with a schedule as erratic as his. Even if it meant taking one in the afternoon and going down for breakfast at dinnertime. He’d had dinner at breakfast time, before, too, the clock wasn’t the boss of him.
A dragon was.
Dragons; those mysterious, untrustworthy creatures that were built from pure, magical essence, with no restrictions or limitations of the mortal kind. Time and space were their playground. If Anar was sent hurtling across the galaxy timeline, back when it was shiny and new, to have his men bring back big heaps of rare space rock before it got obliterated by a meteor, then so be it. Dragons collected things from the past, present and the future. They also liked having someone else do all the work for them.
His feet touched the cool, wooden floor of his quarters and he sucked his teeth; it really was chilly today! It was tempting to climb back in under the duvet, but he had stuff to do, and besides it was no fun without cuddles from his girl. He steeled himself and made a beeline for the thermostat, giving it a twist to warm up the room, before opening the bathroom door.
He slapped the pump into life and the shower unit hummed, primed and ready. Their water came from a thundering waterfall on an unimportant planet somewhere across the far reaches of space, a portal opened within, much like all the others they used for their convenience, syphoning the things they needed from an almost inexhaustible source.
He pulled at his nostril hairs with a pair of tweezers while squinting at his reflection in the mirror and made himself sneeze. He smartly brushed his teeth, rinsed and gargled with mouthwash, and centred up his dogtag that had wound its way round to the back of his neck.
He pulled down his soft, black shorts and tossed them to the lid of the laundry chute where they landed and stayed because the portal was closed.
He flipped the activating switch. Nothing.
Sometimes, relying on interdimensional space gates to get everything done didn’t quite work.
They had landed next to a pair of pale pink, lace-edged pretty knickers that belonged to his partner. She had been for a shower before heading to bed and had also failed to get her dirty washing cleaned. He would have to chase that up. Hopefully it was only his end that was at fault; if the destination link was broken, that could be calamitous. When you had hundreds of soldiers to keep on top of, one day without getting any washing done was a big deal! Especially with the stinkier species such as skaven.
He flipped the switch once more just in case. Couldn’t hurt. There was a small vibration and the underwear dropped to the floor.
He smiled to himself, remembering how lovely his human girl looked in those knickers, and the matching bra she wore with them. It was always a treat to undress her and see what she had been wearing beneath her shirt and fatigues that day, even more of a treat when you took her lingerie off too, and she was all bare and blushy and giggly, leading him to bed.
He missed her delicate, peach-toned skin close to his, the feel of her feminine hands running over his strong body, the gentle aroma of her sexual excitement as he played with her pert, perky nipples and nibbled her shoulder while she snuggled up to him, grinding against his raging erection.
Carefully, he picked up the thin, silky, pink panties and rubbed his thumb over the crotch where there was a faint pale mark from sitting so close to her intimate area.
Her private perfume wafted to his large, cavernous aardvark nostrils and he breathed it deeply.
He sighed, his ears drooping, his loins beginning to ache as he brought the item of ladies underwear closer to his long face, drowning his senses in the erotic fragrance that was now surrounding him.
He hardened, rising with a jolt like electricity, his thick grey cock growing and stiffening, as he longingly recalled how encouraging his lady love had been the first time he had buried his snout in between the delicate folds of her beautiful pussy, ready to show her what amazing things his long tongue could do. She’d squealed and writhed and begged as he’d licked in long, slow strokes from her small hole up to the hood of her clit and then ran it back down again just as attentively. Her sweet juice had flowed copiously, making her slick, and the rich, honeyed taste of her had brought with it a frenzy of kinds, as his heart had thumped and his pulse raced with a burning desire he’d never felt before. He’d pushed his long tongue inside her, penetrating her with the length of it, listening to her almost screaming with joy as her delicate hands had clenched the sheet tightly beside her and her body had quivered in measureless ecstasy. Again and again he had pushed his entire tongue inside her wet, velvet depths, tongue-fucking her until it hurt his mouth muscles.
He let the underwear rest on his snout, lace dangling off his round nose as he closed his eyes, thinking about that moment when she had firmly grabbed his head and pushed his lips tight to her as she climaxed with a filthy moan, begging for his big, grey dick and he’d immediately climbed up on top of her soft, curvy body to oblige, slipping in every rigid, pulsing inch until his balls slapped noisily against her dripping sex.
Tugging himself off with his firm grip, he snorted lustily as a dribble of precum spilled from his tip, his shaft pulsing and throbbing from the motions of masturbation. His balls ached, feeling full, not having been sufficiently drained in a short while. His chest heaved as he breathed deeply, huffing in need, wishing it was her lips and tongue he could feel rubbing against his cock and not his hand. With a fluid motion, he snatched the panties off his grey snout and wrapped them around him, sliding the shiny fabric up and down rapidly, getting faster and faster as his excitement grew.
He looked down, opening his eyes, watching the pale lace edging bounce about every time his fist slammed down on top of his balls. Could he cum on Sarah’s underwear? What if the laundry chute portal wasn’t fixed and she came back in, and noticed they were sopping wet from his semen? Would she think he’d been wearing them?! Would she realise how much he’d missed making love to her and climb on his lap to give him what he desired? He loved it when she took control, when she sharply tugged on his metal, special-issue dogtag while her hips rocked rhythmically on his and she claimed him as her own, when she used him as her favourite sex toy, when she flashed her sparkling blue eyes and tossed her auburn hair as her round, perfect breasts captivated his gaze while they bobbed tantalisingly close to his face.
“My General,” she would purr, riding his dick with mounting urgency, “you know your orders.”
“I live to serve,” he would gasp in reply, readying himself for the final triumphant, upward thrust of his hips to finish his mission, and satisfy his lady and her filthy demands.
Sometimes she would insist on him wearing his officer’s jacket when he passionately fucked her, his medals tinkling and jangling as he buried himself in her and pounded that tight pussy good and proper. His gold stars would shimmer in the lamplight as she kissed his bare chest and ran her hands over the jacket’s fine black linen and red satin hems, murmuring on his smooth, grey skin words of praise and adoration as her juicy thighs gripped him tight, keeping him wedged between them, not willing to let him go until he had serviced her thoroughly.
“Anar, you’re so big,” she would moan.
“Oh fuck…” he would groan as he came inside her, spurting his hot, milky, fertile seed in great quantity until it dribbled out onto the bed.
His rigid cock twitched and jerked as he reached a peak of pleasure, his hand making smaller, swifter movements as the pretty, lacy panties got damper with his sticky dribbles and he panted, feeling his knees buckle and his gut tighten. He wished this was inside her. He so badly wanted to spread her open and mindlessly rut like a stag in spring.
The fabric felt so good, so smooth, so erotic against his searingly hot shaft as it throbbed, until finally he pushed it down firmly in lacy pink folds and he erupted, throwing thick ropes of cum to his taut stomach and down to Sarah’s knickers where it pooled in the creases. He snorted, loudly, his orgasm powerful, lasting in waves as smaller spurts followed. He blinked, rapidly, seeing stars as his chest panted.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d jacked off this successfully, it was usually a quick dab of moisturiser on his palm and a weak spray of watery cum mixed into the shower water.
Straightening up, he rolled his shoulders and cricked his neck, carefully placing the soiled garment on the top of the chute again. In a moment of post-nut clarity he gave it a sound kick with his foot and in a blue blur the portal reappeared, taking the items of clothing with it to wherever the dirty laundry went to be cleaned.
He'd forgotten about his go-to method of problem solving. It had worked on the behemoth of a photocopier down in the depths of Hell’s offices, too, back in the day. One good jab of his New Rock’s and all the error messages mysteriously vanished and it started running again.
Feeling happy and glowing, General Warlock stepped inside the shower and turned the power dial.
A freezing cold blast hit him square in the chest and he yelped, hopping back to safety. Maybe for the winter months they could get some warm water from hot springs? It was a thought. After all, portals were the answer to everything, weren’t they?