Maid-Squire Varrot

Author's Note: First, a BIG thank you to those of you who have voted, reviewed and given me feedback on 4chan's /v/ section. It gives me motivation to keep going with my writing. This chapter is a major change of pace for the story. I've had these events in mind since chapter 3. I'm a little uncertain how this will be taken, and I feel like I could've written it better but don't know how. Anyway, I CAN tell you that the tone here shifts back to what the previous chapters have made familiar if this isn't your thing. If you need them, I'm placing story codes at the bottom of the chapter.
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"Your Grace, our first attack against the Gallian forces at Naggiar Plains was a success. With the exception of one base, we have defended our own strongholds and taken-"

"Enough, Selvaria. General Jaeger has already apprised me of how the battle fares." Maximilian sat at the head of the conference table, his two remaining generals seated at its sides. "The soldiers in his unit whisper of a new factor in this war. What can you tell me of this mascot the Gallians have adopted?"

Selvaria minced opinion with fact. "Maid-Squire Varrot, as they call her, adds nothing to their might. She enters the battlefield wearing scraps for clothes and uses sex, not strength, to entice Gallian troops to fight. Her sudden appearance on the field is a sign of how desperate they are to maintain their numbers in a losing battle. She deserves none of our concern."

Maximilian hid cold, barren perspective in his elaborate tone. "Don't act naive. You of all people should know the power of symbols and mascots. General Jaeger tells me we have unprecedented levels of desertion in our own ranks. I want you to take care of this Maid-Squire before she can pose a greater threat."

Momentarily aback with silence, Selvaria stammered, "She wields no weapon and wears no armor. Killing her would be like killing a civilian."

"She wields the mightiest weapon of all. As a symbol, she inspires confidence in her forces and encourages dissent in ours. I don't want you to kill her, Selvaria. I want you to make an example of her. Show the Gallians their new symbol is nothing more than a weak whore."

"Your Grace!" Selvaria cried. "I must protest this decision. What you're asking of me... I am forever grateful to you for taking me under your wing, but-"

"Selvaria," he said sharply. "I trust you with all my heart. All I ask is that you trust me in return. I would not ask this of you had I another option. You believe in my cause, do you not?"

Some part of her wanted to speak out against his statement... but ultimately, her loyalty won out. Slouching back, she nodded. "I will do as you ask, Your Grace."

"Good. Please ready the troops for our next assault."

His gaze followed after his Valkyria general as she made her exit. The length of her flowing silver hair drew his eyes to her leather pants, hugging her rump without the slightest rumple. A wry smile almost replaced the stoic, half-hearted expression he normally bore.

"The way you use her emotions toward you sickens me," General Jaeger said.

The Imperial prince answered, "I have every right to use her as I see fit. She may not know it, but she has me to thank for that generous bosom she would so gladly pierce for my cause."

"Are you suggesting-"

"I'm not suggesting. I'm saying. Without my orders, she could never have realized the full potential of her Valkyria body. I admit some of the experiments may have served... other... purposes, but without my influence, she would be nothing."

"How could you do that to her?"

"I could because I have the authority. The same authority to lay waste to your country if you tell a word of it to another soul. Do you understand, General Jaeger?"

His dissatisfied, uneasy grumble gave Maximilian the confirmation he sought.

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The Edelweiss rumbled onto Naggiar Plains. Explosions rocked the ground. Mortar fire scattered troops, or at least pieces of them, about the field. Soldiers in mid-rush toward enemy lines fell to their knees at the precision aim of snipers atop their makeshift towers. Lancer rockets zoomed through the middle, turning tanks on both sides into burning metal scraps. Amid this chaos, Varrot straddled the Edelweiss' cannon barrel as it blasted out another tank shell into the Empire forces.

By General Damon's command, she entered battle clad in a downgrade to her court-ordered maid-squire uniform. The frilly white lace on the fringes didn't change how what she wore amounted to a skimpy black bikini. Her stocking-covered legs led down to simple strapped black shoes. Armbands of like composition to her bikini wrapped her biceps, while white wristcuffs and a collar adorned with a black bow served as unnecessary decoration. A white frill in her hair and the tiny belt-sized apron miniskirt added to the outlandish sight.

The moment the Edelweiss came to a halt, Varrot slid back and stood over the tank's hatch, setting one foot before the other as she pointed toward the enemy.

"Gallians, fight with all your might! Show the Empire our resolve!" Varrot's voice crackled over the radio. No sooner had she said that, the blast of a grenade next to the Edelweiss knocked her off her feet.

"Captain Varrot! Are you okay?" Welkin sent over the radio link.

"Nothing a little cover fire can't fix. I'm surprised there are so few attacks on the Edelweiss to begin with. It's like they're missing on purpose."

Unsettled, Welkin's thoughts on the risk posed by Varrot's position refused to fade."Rrgh, this is insane! What kind of general orders someone under his command to expose herself to the enemy? One bullet and-"

"That's enough, Lieutenant Welkin," she surprised even herself with the return of her authoritative voice. "We must obey the chain of command."

"At the cost of your dignity, maybe your life?"

She swallowed the lump of pride raised by Welkin's concern. "A good soldier follows orders. I wouldn't be in this position if I had respected the chain of command. I will not go over this with you again."

Getting back on her feet, Varrot moved her hands to the tiny knot of her bikini top, prepared to slip it loose when she paused, looking out at the enemy lines... and the general who led them.

Selvaria stood at the fore, poised for action. Her shield spun, her spear at full extension. An aura of blue cascaded from her like ripples in a lake, flowing upward to kick her hair behind her in a ragnite mimick of a strong breeze. Resolute, unflinching, the Valkyria deflected another tank shell with ease and literally flew into the Gallian front.

"Look out!" Welkin shouted over the radio, his ill-fated words reaching the other units mere seconds before a long line of explosions unbuckled the treads on every tank in sight. The second Valkyria assault came sooner than the famed lieutenant could see its start, the blue light of Selvaria's lance shooting from left to right inches from the hull.

"Major damage sustained!" Welkin assessed. "Captain Varrot! Are you okay?" The creeping radio silence brought fears of the worst, panels sparking inside the tank. "Captain Varrot! Come in!" He went to turn open the hatch to the tank and look for his unresponsive troop, yet as the smoke of a half-busted engine thinned out, he got a clear view of the battlefield's middle ground and froze.

"I demand you release me at once!" Varrot said sharply. Held high by Selvaria's unshakable arm, Varrot's constant squirming only made her bikini bottom dig up into a well-defined wedgie. The force of gravity bunched the cloth at her groin into the width of string, baring her dark pubes and the inner rim of her vaginal lips. Legs kicking, she could do naught but dangle helplessly while the Imperial general mocked her in the echoic, tingy voice of a Valkyria.

"This is your mascot? What a pathetic wretch. I've had more trouble with toddlers than this poor excuse for a soldier. Though I must say, she looks as all of Gallia should be: proud servants to the Empire."

Selvaria released Varrot, only to grasp her by the neck and turn her around. Face to face, the maid-squire put up a concerted effort of prying herself loose through several failed kicks, a tight grip on Selvaria's arm used as leverage for weak shoves. For all Varrot's efforts, the Valkyria remained as steadfastly unmovable as a tank, whipping the maid-squire every which way she desired like a rag doll.

"By the rules of war, I order-"

"Order?" Selvaria interrupted. "You're a puppet. You even dress like one."

"How I dress is none of your concern!"

"Do you really think a woman with your figure and at your age should be wearing these clothes? You look ridiculous. You don't have the chest for it."

Looking on at the spectacle Selvaria was making of his former captain, Welkin shook himself out of it and called down to his new engineer. "Kreis, prep the Isara Smokel, give our scouts and shocktroopers the cover they need for an attack."

"We can't," Kreis answered. "Her attack damaged the main gun, and with the treads busted, we're sitting ducks."

Welkin's good reason grated on him as he stood by, helplessly watching the Valkyria rip away Varrot's bikini top and toss it aside to blow away with the wind. The maid-squire showed the natural sag of her years, pendulous endowments bare to view as Selvaria raised her higher. The critical eye given to them made Varrot scowl, a single breast groped for size and firmness in her enemy's remaining hand.

"Not a wrinkle or blemish," Selvaria remarked. "I'm impressed. I thought a woman with your years of experience would show more than a few."

"Release me!" Varrot demanded once more, brought back down to eye level with the enemy general.

"You take orders from me." Purely by Selvaria's choice, Varrot fell to the ground, knees sinking in the mud. "Show your service, maid. Clean my boots. If you perform to Imperial standards, we may have a place for you in the Empire. Fail, and you will dangle helplessly at the end of my spear for all of Gallia to see."

Varrot glanced upward, her attacker's face hidden beyond the enormous swell of a clothed bosom. Lying at Selvaria's feet, her view occupied by the sight of mud and grime caked on black leather boots, she gave the obvious answer. "No."

The Valkyria bent forward, glaring down. "What did you say?"

Intimidation failed, the Gallian maid-squire repeating herself more steadfast than before. In the time it took her to blink, Varrot felt herself hoisted up by the back band of her bikini bottom. The fabric dug in deeper, nearly disappearing into the rift of her cheeks and the folds of her sex. By force of habit, she pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose at the same time she opened her eyes, surmising her position by the head-on view of the Empire's forces. Her bare stomach pressed against her enemy's knee, Selvaria's other arm prevented her from tipping too far forward.

"Disobedience must be punished." At once, Selvaria's hand thundered.

Varrot's cheeks jiggled from the blow, a red flush already rising to the surface. Clenched teeth bit back tiny whimpers that the maid-squire knew would admit her weakness to the enemy general. Her whole body shifted with the string of hard swats, bosom swaying in synch with the motion. A blush of rage threatened to fill her face when redness of an entirely different type took the lead.

Arousal.

Every smack Selvaria left went lower and lower, inching toward her vulnerable loins. Against her wishes, Varrot felt herself moisten with her growing lust, nipples perking to tipped points. She hid her face down and heaved. Nearing the brink of no return, the spanking screeched to an abrupt halt to leave the maid-squire wanting.

Selvaria wiped her gloved hand on her uniform, Varrot's excess spreading over her chest. "You're a disgrace. Let's end this farce and show you for the whore you are."

"Ahh!" Varrot cried out as two digits prodded around the string of bikini and into her glistening sex. Balling her hands into fists, she trembled the desire starting to burn within, a raging ragnite fire of deep need for the ministrations forced on her. She wouldn't give the Valkyria the satisfaction of response, withholding her moans as best she could. Her legs crooked inward and her toes curled, slowly forgetting the line of Gallian troops witnessing every second of her public shaming. Gunfire sounded in the distance, her thoughts consumed with sensations that made her heart pound.

"Rrgh, I can't take it anymore," Welkin shouted. Taking up his rifle, he opened the tank's hatch and rose out, ready to join the other soldiers in a failing rush to stop this spectacle.

"Welkin, don't! You're no match for a Valkyria," Kreis reminded.

"I don't care! I'm not going to stand by and watch someone I care about get treated like that. Not after..." Pushing past that dark memory, he leapt out and slid off the Edelweiss' side, dashing toward middle ground.

Wrapped in a cocoon of her agonizing pleasure, Varrot clawed her hands at the ball of arousal pulsing in her womb. Her juices dribbled down her inner thighs, dark pubes damply matted as Selvaria pistoned away with all the strength and speed of a Valkyria. Though she held on for all she could, Varrot couldn't fight against the will of Selvaria and a body willing to comply. The last barrier of resistance broke, her hips buckling to the digits' movements and head jerking up as she loudly moaned.

"I knew you couldn't resist," Selvaria mocked. "In the end, you're nothing but a... what?!"

Suddenly, the Valkyria found herself frozen in confused awe as a brilliant yellow glow enveloped the maid-squire's body. The black of Varrot's hair turned to a starkly contrasting blonde with generous, occasional strands of pink. Between the newly colored pubes, the soft pink glow accented her sex, and as she rose up to face Selvaria, she revealed a like change to her nipples. Behind the unnatural pink tint of her eyes, Varrot looked on the Valkyria with blank fascination.

"What.. Who..."

Wrought with thick confusion, her natural instinct to fight back squelched, Selvaria's pondering lasted only the time it took for her to feel a strange energy surge through her. It started in the pit of her stomach and circled outward, a wave that made her nipples stiff against the tight, form-fitting fabric of her uniform. Heat rose from her chest, loins soaking the groin of her pants. Unbridled passion burst from years of containment, sex-starved want and the fantasies of a woman disallowed intimacy by her Grace's order all flowing out into the open. Unable to withstand the onslaught of sensations, she tore her black shirt open, exposing her enormous breasts and the ruby red nipples that capped them. A tattoo of the Imperial standard showed at the her cleavage, marking her undying allegiance to its cause.

"Aaaaggh! What are you? What are you doing to me?!" she growled at the expression-less Varrot, driven by lust to lower her pants and rub the puffed, dark red wetness between her legs. Reverted to using her great Valkyria power against her own lovelorn folds, Selvaria huffed and groaned to the finger-hump. Yet as she progressed, not even that seemed enough to sate her, an endless burn ravaging her mind. Out of desperation, she snatched Varrot and tugged. Lying on her back, Selvaria shook the maid-squire hovering over her.

"Make love to me! Now!" For a moment, Selvaria thought her words had reached through to the maid-squire, Varrot's eyes regaining a trace of sentience. However, her hopes were deftly dashed when Varrot declined her request and sat back, turning toward the Gallian lines. Following Varrot's lead, Selvaria sat up and gazed over both sides of the battlefield to see soldiers ambling toward them. She reached for her spear and shield, stopping short when she noticed Gallia's men dropping their weapons to the side. A moment of reflection and she surmised an agenda to Varrot's disinterest.

"So, you want a challenge. Very well! I will prove to you that I can withstand more men." She righted herself in time for her eyes to meet the oncoming Imperial soldiers, Ty the Immortal at the head. Yanking him by the band of his pants, Selvaria whipped off his belt and took his member to her mouth. Beset with a difficult choice, she quickly re-buttoned her shirt, popping open the buttons on her shirt pockets.

"Come to me, men!" she proclaimed. "Show me your devotion to the Empire!"

As Selvaria began her descent, filling every space she could with one of her own, Varrot took on the growing wave of Gallia's troops. A lusting blush and smile formed on her features as she took Mica Hawkins' erection in hand. Without so much as casting him a glance, she grasped Nils Daerden's member in the other, allowing an unknown to slide beneath her. The feel of the Gallian soldier's shaft rising into her folds brought a soft moan, one that prepared her as her Lieutenant's entered her line of sight. Looking up at him with a flirty grin, she wrapped her lips around his offering and began with one simple bob of her head.

"Mmmm... yes, fill in!" Selvaria called, back to serving Ty with a rough lick to the underside. The Valkyria's ability to accommodate was simply astounding, if a little strained. One man each took her rear and the seat of her sex, Selvaria straddling one as the other held up the back flap of the bottom of her shirt for access. Raising her arms high enough gave room for two on each side to enter her shirt from under her armpits, her arms brought back down to fit them snugly. Naturally, her hands took one man each, but one type of opening came as a pleasant surprise to the Valkyria. Barely reaching, the men inserted the heads of their cocks into her pockets, left to stroke themselves to orgasm. A couple dregs of soldiers settled for her long, flowing locks of silver hair, wrapping silken strands around them like a cloth sleeve.

Back to back, the two women set to pleasing their men, the glows of yellow and blue that emanated from them serving as beacons during sunset. At alternate points, they buried their noses into the base of their oral partners. Baser instincts hijacked common sense, guiding the superior officers to thrust into the the maid-squire and Valkyria.

"You're so good, Captain Varrot! I feel like a flower being drained by a Great Blue-Beaked Hummingbird!" Welkin complimented as he gripped the back of Varrot's head. Conversely, Ty remained silent as ever, savoring the prized position.

By weakness or otherwise, the other soldiers failed to hold out like their superiors. Spurts of cum shot out from their tips, splattering on Varrot's glasses and in her well-maintained bun. Opposite her, the Imperial troops lost composure on their general, coating the inside of her shirt pockets with wads of their seed. The men positioned under Selvaria's arms released on her shirt's inside, leaving a glaze on her shaved pits as they pulled out. Both women moaned on their chosen shafts, exploding in orgasm at the concerted bucking into their clenching slits.

Wave after wave of troops came at them, twin flames of passion sating the lust of two standing armies, every able-bodied man filling in to have their straining members greeted by the golden touch. Not a patch of flesh or a strand of hair escaped, Varrot especially delighting in her nose brushing against Welkin's gray thicket. She shuddered, mouth flooded, softly licking her lips for thin traces. Meeting the man under her thrust for thrust, she gave one final groan as her strength at last gave out.

Coated in gooey white, Varrot's hair faded to black, eyes shimmering their natural sky blue hue. Her mouth hung open, Welkin's cum dribbling off her chin and down the valley of her breasts. She blinked, vision fuzzed, fighting to make sense of her surroundings. With a final rise of her hips and a pump of her hand, she slumped back against the Valkyria, collapsing in sweaty exhaustion.

A ripple of emotion ran through the armies, Welkin first among the Gallians to break free of the sex-induced haze. It took him time to form words for his thoughts, staring at his former superior lying silent, her back pressed against the enemy general's. "...Captain Varrot?"

"What's wrong, maid? Too weak to hold out?" Selvaria teased her unconscious partner. "Let me show you the power of a true-"

The blue flame flickered and died out. Selvaria's mussed, cum-soaked hair fell to cover Varrot's bare bosom. Swallowing the last of Ty the Immortal's seed, she held her hand out and called for another man to step up before she joined Varrot. Motionless, the two women laid back to back, hands folded neatly between their legs in a bizarre contrast to the mess made of their sleek, nubile bodies.

Shaking himself back to the here and now, Welkin called over his headphone. "Medic!"

In an instant, the short-haired blonde girl rushed past tanks toward the scene. "Sit tight. Help's almost there."


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Story codes: spank, n/c -> cons, bukkake, F/F, HJ, Oral, Moresome, semi-MC, Other (insults, wedgie, transformation, hair sex, armpit sex, ...POCKET sex?)