Captain Derwin entered the prince's tent. He unbuckled his helm and wiped sweat and sand from his brow that had accumulated under the metal, blown there by the hot, dry nagrandian wind. His body was sore from fighting, and it was with stiff joints that he unbuckled his armour, allowing it to drop to the floor. It wouldn't do to sit in the boy's lap in full plate.
There were two men in Edward's company already, enjoying their daily rations fresh from the prince's generous breasts. The Captain dawdled awkwardly for his turn, grateful that there was not a queue this day, but Edward noticed him with some relief and ushered the soldiers away. They left, wiping their mouths.
"Captain Derwin, how wonderful to see you again. I was wondering how my war progresses," Edward beamed, readjusting his clothing to support, though not conceal, has vast breasts now that they were no longer being held up by the hands of the soldiers. "You, uh, look hungry. Fighting must be hungry work."
The two men were blushing. Strange, they had been going through this routine every day, ever since the rations ran out weeks ago, though it never become normal for either of them. Derwin's stomach rumbled as he stared at the boys majestic bosom, and he found himself licking his lips involuntarily.
"That it is, my la-lord," Derwin grumbled, awkwardly taking a seat beside the prince. Despite his station, he always felt uncomfortable within the presence of nobility, even more now that the young man's swollen breasts were rubbing against his arm. Edward sensed the uncomfortable situation and his body reacted instinctively to sooth the man, wrapping its angelic wings around the shoulders of the tired soldier. Derwin felt himself engulfed in a gossamer-soft cocoon.
"The campaign goes well. We have pushed deeper into these godless lands than anyone has ever before, even the lost 7th legion. The men are in good spirits and good health, largely thanks to you-" His eyes flickered down. "-contributions. Normally our supplies would have been exhausted by now, and the men would be succumbing to any number of maladies. An army marches on its stomach, after all..."
"Or my chest," Edward sighed, considering his lot in life and the sacrifices to his pride he had made in the name of the Goddess. With a resigned tone, he said, "well there's no point standing on ceremony here, Captain. I do have ten thousand men to feed today after you."
"O-of course, your Highness," Derwin nodded. He leaned down, his head almost swallowed up within the prince's vast tits, fortunately concealing the young man's face such that they were not required to make eye contact as he maneuvered his mouth about one of his nipples. All at once, Derwin felt the hot, invigorating manna begin to flow into his mouth and sensed the shiver of pleasurable release pass through Edward's body that he always tried to hide and which the Captain always pretended not to notice.
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