Reincarnated to the Past 35: Good and Bad (3) (Patreon)

Reincarnated to the Past
Chapter 35: Good and Bad (3)

-VB-

I stared at the panting messenger as he greedily drank from the offered cup of clean water after having finished his story.

It really never ended, did it, this ancient world of warfare?

Bronze Age Collapse truly didn’t hold back on me.

I took a deep breath in and released it slowly. It was only after a few moments afterwards that I noticed the high strung tension in the room where the chief, my wife, and other leaders of the tribe were looking at me.

Even Ghigari looked to me, although his stare was not that of a follower waiting for orders but an elder waiting to see what the next generation would do in this situation.

“We march to fight, but when we get there, we will attempt to entreat with them,” I ordered. “They are those who trade a lot with the south, yes? What can you tell me of their military capabilities?”

Ghigari’s approving nod made me feel good about choosing as I did, but even as I listened to the people around me for details I did not know, I accessed my memories of what the future knew of this time of the Greeks.

First off, an odd tidbit of information: boar tusk helmets were symbols of wealth.

Second, while hoplites weren’t a thing yet, the Greeks of this time still preferred to fight with heavy infantry, though this wasn’t due to any standardized method of tactic and war but because being a heavy infantry was how a soldier showed his and his family’s wealth on the battlefield.

It was odd. A battlefield of this time was similar and yet very different from the ones I was familiar with back home. I have been part of some battles, yes, but I knew that the first was an extraordinary clash of cultures and the siege had been just my adoption of the future's art of war into … something extraordinary.

Being self aware of how odd and different I was conducting war made this very awkward for me. I didn’t know how or why people would accept how I do things or not accept it.

Because this diplomacy thing I was going to attempt with those besieging my city might come off as weak to both the attackers and the defenders.

Of course, this was why I was bringing my troops with me. I was going to show them all that I had the upper hand in this, not the other way around like diplomacy might suggest to the people of this era.

… Actually, diplomacy in this era was just people exchanging messages through merchant caravans and messengers between city-states and nations.

“Prepare the troops. I want this mess done and cleared within the week.”

The two commanders inside the house with me paled as they realized what I wanted.

We were going to march all the way down to Istria.

Fun.

-VB-

Her husband was due to leave within this phase of the sun, or within a few “hours” as he called his “measurement unit” of time.

She’d seen the frustration in his eyes and tense shoulders, and did what she thought was best for the situation. She gently held his hands, led him into their bedroom, and let him relieve himself with her.

It was the only thing she could do as his woman, but it was he who ended up leaving her numb with pleasure.

Ureya bit her lips as her husband held her up by her legs. He's hooked her legs over his arms while his hands groped her tits. His fingers squeezed her boobs and pinched her nipples at the same time while pulling at them. His hands felt hot and good over her skin.

But Alan wasn’t rough with her. No, if anything he teased her too much.

She whimpered as her hot body began to sweat and her pussy throbbed with need. But he wouldn’t stuff her already!

“W-What are you waiting for?!” she demanded angrily as she whipped her head over her shoulder to glare at him.

He just grinned lecherously at her. “I just want to hear you moan, Reya,” he whispered into her ear, briefly biting her ear lobe before he pushed the head of his dick into her pussy’s opening before pulling back out.

“J-Just fuck me already…!” she hissed at him even as her hips bucked with need. Pregnant she may be, but he’s spent the last ten minutes just pushing her towards the edge!

“Okay.”

Ureya choked as he suddenly penetrated her on his shaft, and she sat impaled on his dick and her body trembled as she orgasmed to the sudden thrust.

“You’re cumming,” he whispered into her ear as he tightened his embrace. Her pussy squeezed and twisted as her vision went back and forth between blackening, whitening, and normal. She didn’t even realize she was moaning like a bitch until well into the orgasm.

When he pulled her up, she mewled for a moment before getting cut off by her own choking gasp as he slammed her back down on his dick. She did this again and again with each penetration, and the deeper her husband dug into her, the more debased she sounded.

She wasn’t sure she was speaking anymore, just spewing incoherent gibberish as her mind tried to cope with the numbing pleasure that had her curling toes and begging.

Begging her husband to make her cum.

She moaned pathetically as she came again, and this time, she felt Alan’s dick pulse inside her as he shot his seeds into her.

He slowly set her down on the bed on her back, and stood to leave.

She reached out and grabbed his hand.

He stopped and looked back.

Even though she was in her post-coital high, she needed to say this.

“Please come back soon.”

He smiled softly, leaned down, kissed her on the forehead, and spoke quietly.

“I will. I’ll miss you too much to stay away for long.”

She pulled him down for a deep passionate kiss, and let him go. She drifted off to sleep after he covered her up with their bed blanket, and dreamed of a large and happy family.

-VB-

I honestly hadn’t expected Ureya to pull me in for a fucking, but I realized that I’d needed it. I felt calmer, surer, and steadier about myself.

It was … wonderful to know that I had someone who trusted me and had my back, even if she could only offer her body for a momentary relief.

Ureya was not a woman who could support me fully, and this fact hurt me. She was wonderful, once we got over her past, and supportive. And yet, simply due to how she was raised in this era, she held neither the tactical, strategical, nor intellectual mind to help me. I wanted to help her with this, but I kept being forced away from home from these constant battles.

I hated my situation.

So what could I do to change it?

As I rode out with two hundred warriors of the tribe, I knew my answer.

I would have to bend the world.