>>40205481I want to be a fantasy Alexander the Great and face warlord Giri on the battlefield. Though her army is physically stronger I'd win through a combination of superior tactics and a well timed cavalry charge into their back lines, with Giri herself being captured during the resulting rout.
I'd then have a feast to celebrate with my war council. Giri would be strapped naked to the table with the food laid out across her washboard abs. Despite them being perfectly flat the food would still shift and move as she trembles with rage and embarrassment at the sheer indignity of her predicament. I would have of course talked to my council before hand, no one would mention her being there, they'd just gently pluck whatever they wanted off her and chat amongst themselves while ignoring her many insults.
Eventually someone would notice the wetness on her thighs and her breathing growing ragged, her body betraying how she really felt about being treated like this. I would then announce our desert, oni warlord. At this everyone would finally do what they've yearned to do all night and would pounce on her. No inch of her surprisingly soft skin would be safe as she's licked, bitten and manhandled, everyone growing bolder by the second as her yells of defiance quickly give away to soft moans and then shameless begging for more, to be utterly dominated by her conquers. Thus the most infamous warlord of her generation would be tamed, not by sword but by her own debased desires.
