1. Retired- Chapter Three – Praetorian Guard


    Date: 11/15/2014, Categories: Science-Fiction, Author: Brootforce, Rating: 89.3, Source: sexstories.com

    started to pull me into her harder. When her orgasm made her legs fall away, I rolled us over, putting her on top. She smiled down at me and began to control the pace. She slowly built up speed and power as she rode me like I was the last man in the galaxy. Our orgasm came together as we both moaned out our pleasure. In the afterglow of our sex, I lay spooned up against her. Her head was on my arm and I could feel the wet splatters on my skin. She must have thought I was asleep. I let her have her secret. I let her tears fall without comment. It was three weeks later when my shuttle landed on earth. This was the imperial home world. I was in my dress blacks even though I hated how people had to react to my medals. I was here to report as the newest recruit for the Praetorian Guard. The commanding officer had requested I wear my dress blacks. I immediately headed to the post command office. I watched the normal soldiers on the post as they snapped to attention and saluted. I returned each salute crisply. When I entered the air-conditioned office, the soldier behind the reception desk snapped to attention. “Soldier, we are inside a building. Saluting is not required for casual contact.” “Sir, yes, sir. Military regulation requires salute to a IMoH recipient at all times. You are displaying four of them.” I returned his salute. This is why I hated my dress blacks. “I am here to see the post commander.” “She is expecting you, sir. Her office is at the end of the hall.” “Thank ...
    you, lieutenant.” I headed down the hall returning salutes as I passed offices. When I knocked on the post commander’s door I heard a female voice call out. “Enter at your own risk!” I chuckled and opened the door. I stepped three paces into the office and saluted. “Colonel Daemon reporting for duty.” The grey haired woman behind the desk was already saluting when I arrived. “General Daemon, you are in the wrong uniform. Here pin these on.” She tossed me a small velvet box with star pins in it. “You are being given command of the Silver group. The emperor gave orders to promote you on arrival. Your primary is the Princess Astalynn Rythan Melcoir.” “Yes, Ma’am,” I said as I changed my rank insignia. “I am Grand Marshal Pralla Waynscott. Welcome to the Praetorian Guard.” “Ma’am, I request permission to ditch my dress blacks before reporting to my unit.” “Permission denied. I want some of these soldiers to see what a real soldier looks like. Most of this post are ceremonial troops and they wouldn’t know combat if it killed them. The Praetorians are the only combat veterans here. You can dress down after inspecting your group.” “Yes, ma’am,” I said, with a little disappointment in my voice. She actually laughed. “If you didn’t want to wear them, you shouldn’t have earned them.” “They weren’t my idea, ma’am.” “I have read your file. You earned every one of them. Can we drop the ‘ma’am’ and ‘sir’ thing in private? My name is Pralla. Relax and take a seat.” “Thank you,” I said, with a ...
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