Medinan Encampment, The Forest Of Sorrows, Contested Region, 540 B.C....
Music and song filled the air as the exhausted but elated warriors of the Mendian province of Macedonia enjoyed their much-labored victory and the knowledge that they were to finally return to their glorious homeland following a long and grueling six-month campaign to rid the province of the barbarian menace that had threatened their great kingdom was indeed something to celebrate. The fires lit up the night sky as many a man joked and jeered at the events that took place leading up to that one glorious moment when Lycidas had put an end to their troubles with one swing of his impressive sword.
Lycidas had his fill of drink and stories as his mind turned to more tangible things. He had been missing his family a great deal and despite the glory of combat and the triumph of having been the victory in this war, he wished to return home as soon as possible. The six-month campaign was quite difficult for all the men but they knew the King had entrusted them to ensure the safety of all of Medina.
When the barbarians stormed the land and attempted to leave a bloody haze in their wake, King Myron entrusted his most skilled son with the task of ensuring the safety of their kingdom. Lycidas had not been one to disappoint and thus took up the role of protector of the people for the sake of his homeland and that of his aged father who could not readily do battle in his later years.
The men continued to celebrate well into the night which had been of no interest to Lycidas who had elected to retire to his tent for the evening. He could hear the ongoing stories of his men interpreting what occurred in the heat of battle and his thoughts once more turned toward home, the familiar walls and the well-organized shops of every sort that lined the main roads as well as the laughter of happy children and beautiful women greeting him and his war-weary men upon their return was like a pleasant dream during his waking hours.
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First General's Tent, Medinan Encampment, The Forest Of Sorrows, Contested Region, 520 B.C....
Lycidas took off his armor letting it fall to the ground as he entered his tent pleased to have some time alone despite being the direct reason for all of the fanfare outside of it. He threw his bracers that lined his arms along the ground as well and ventured toward his makeshift bed fashioned with various animal hides and furs for the duration of his stay here in the encampment. Altogether, it had been a long day and they still had a ways to travel before they could see the looming gates of Medina again but the end of the war was a start in the right direction.
The battle-weary warrior stood naked in the center of his tent, his well-toned body exposed the the elements as a biting cold seemed to creep through the exterior of his tent and the pale light of the moon could scarcely be seen bursting from the flap that was extended for him to make an entrance and exit at his leisure. The cold air had little effect on him as the lingering bloodlust from the end of battle seemed to have an effect on his enormous cock that dangled from below his waistline and down to the top half of his knees. He had been given to neat chest hair that also extended to his forearms after the onset of puberty. By way of tradition, he wore a neatly trimmed beard of thick black hair that seemed to come to a point at the end of his chin. He spent a good deal of time growing it out wishing to be like his father in that regard and was quite pleased with the results.
While he was well aware that his impressive features were a desired trait among women and men alike, but he never dwelled on his looks like his elder brother seemed to beguiling young women and men fool enough to want to be in his company for ill-gotten gains.
Physically, Lycidas was quite the specimen a mix of genes from his half-Greek and half-Roman father which attributed to his dark complexion as much as the blaring beams from the sun had as well as his dark-colored hair where his mother's enticing blue eyes were inherited, but none of her vibrant red hair. The muscle tone that defined his young and powerful-looking body was from head to toe but not imposing on his features. His days and nights of difficult and brutal training had made him a keen force to be reckoned with when it came to combat and it always showed when he found his way to many a victory. The naked general seemed at peace on his own as the bloodlust from battle began to finally recede and he thought more and more of the life he was to return to.
As the contemplating Lycidas stood in the center of his tent lost in thought due to visions of homeland flooding his already weary mind, a young whelp of a foot soldier found his way into his tent as if by mistake. He'd been quite a young thing with a fair complexion and smaller than most men who had made the journey by all accounts when it came to a thin and quite frail-looking frame. He wasn't quite at the age to sprout even a chest hair but he'd been sent to war just the same. While he lacked combat experience, he was useful in passing messages and seeing to the needs of his fellow soldiers. If he was capable of nothing else, he was an addition to the numbers and a possible source of amusement from the older more experienced men looking for a laugh or something else to get them through the grueling days and nights when they'd been away from home.
"I-I'm sorry." apologized the lad trembling as he realized his folly.
Lycidas took notice of him but had not been angry in the least. He came to the conclusion that the lad merely mistook his tent for one with his fellow soldiers inside due to having consumed much too much mead before heading off to bed. He judged from the looks of him that the boy wasn't at all experienced with the side effects of too much drink if he'd even taken a drink at all before that day.
"Go easy on the bottle lad," he replied with something of a smile before approaching the stumbling younger soldier. "That stuff isn't for the faint of heart and could get you in a world of trouble if you are not careful."
The lad seemed quite shaken but at the same time, he couldn't very well keep his eyes from wandering over the other man's impressive body. When the young soldier's eyes fell upon Lycidas' cock however he couldn't contain his shock and unabashed admiration.
The naked General smirked knowing all too well that the lad seemed infatuated with him be it from the effects of drunkenness or otherwise, but he wasn't the sort to lie with just anyone no matter how long he'd been far from home.
"As flattering as this is, lad I'm afraid I'll have to steer you in another direction as there is only my wife for me," said Lycidas evenly.
He directed the now visibly disappointed lad toward his own tent and climbed into his makeshift bed tossing the animal fur over his body and looking up at the roof of his own tent as his mind once more traveled back to his homeland.
Lycidas was the first of his brothers to have been married, with Nicodemus being but a boy and Basilius being heir apparent and having his pick of any who would spread their legs for him. It was quite a shock for his parents as he found his wife during one of the more bloody campaigns for Medina's protection.
She was a captive from a far distant land and held via the binds of an enemy faction. The first time he saw her, was when he'd allowed himself to be taken prisoner to get passed the enemy ranks. The first thing he noticed about her was the mocha-colored complexion and the warm brown eyes that accompanied it. She was a tall thing, slender with tantalizing hips and large, but well-formed breasts. They had her on display like some sort of prize bound at the wrists and pulled via a rope into the center of their town.
The barbarous men jeered and shouted obscene things in her direction in their vile native tongue and she stood proud and defiant even in the face of utter humiliation as she'd been stripped bare and many a man vile in nature put in a bid for her flesh despite her feisty attitude. She managed to get free due to the carelessness of one of the men handling her rope and strangled him with it in front of everyone in attendance.
It was an impressive move that forced Lycidas to accelerate his plans as he soon found himself getting free of his binds as well and stealing a blade from a lazy soldier who had come to apprehend him. With swift movements of the newly acquired blade and quick feet, Lycidas had managed to fell a good number of his own able-bodied men behind enemy lines in time to distract them all from the oncoming wave of his own men who had infiltrated the city while the vast majority of it's men were busy falling over themselves for the exotic woman they sought to recapture.
Lycidas made a show of cutting down even more soldiers and a couple of their generals in front of the frightened but still dangerous woman who seemed to be a good deal out of her element. He wouldn't learn that her name was Mira and that she'd been from an offshoot province of Africa before being captured following a raid on her city, via the very men who had held her captive, and taken by boat from her lands and brought to this place.
The wolfish general slaughtered even more foes as they attempted to recapture her and by the time the city had fallen and most of the men had fled or been slain, Lycidas approached the woman he'd come to know as Mira and offered her refuge under his authority. She was shocked at the gesture he made in treating her with respect and eventually warmed up to him.
Mira was a foreign daughter who had been vastly educated and spoke several languages. Lycidas was well versed in many languages as well due to his education as a result of his station as the second Prince Of Medina. Once they'd settled on a means of communication, Mira grew to trust Lycidas and joined him on his return to Medina where they fell in love and she agreed to be his wife over the course of their year-long association following their first meeting.
As he began to drift off into a contented slumber, Lycidas was once more reminded of his beautiful wife and the life he shared with her and his firstborn son Milo, who was about six at the time and seemed to take after him in looks especially with his blue eyes and dark hair, along with his two-year-old daughter Mirna whom was getting to be as beautiful as her mother and shared similar features as well.
While his men were out for honor and glory when engaging in combat. Lycidas had been more interested in keeping Medina's enemies at bay for the sake of his family back home and the life he'd managed to build for himself as a result of his various military victories.