Her Own Terms (Mulan AU) (Patreon)

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Themes: Rough Sex, Slutty Sex, Fucked Silly

Summary: Based on this image. A modern AU where Mulan's tomboy attitude is a lot more acceptable in the broader world. So she runs away from her very traditional home and joins up with a Private Military Company so she can make some cash and see the world while she's at it. And if she finds a guy she likes to fuck along the way... so be it~

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Mulan had always been a bit of a wild child. In fact, that was one of the nicer things they’d called her back home. ‘Untamable’ had been another that was at least relatively neutral. Then there had been the more negative titles she’d picked up by bucking their traditionalist values and fighting against their ways with every fiber of her being.

At the end of the day though, that was just who Mulan was. If she didn’t like what authority had to say, she would fight it with every fiber of her being. Heh, perhaps if she’d been born in a different time, things might have been different. If it were centuries in the past, she probably would have been browbeat into submission and forced to conform to the traditional role of womanhood that was expected of her.

… Or perhaps she would have simply bided her time until an opportunity came along and then made her move all the same.

In the end, it didn’t really matter. Mulan wasn’t born in the past, she was born in the here and now, and in modern times with the internet and television and all of that glorious global interconnectivity… her elders couldn’t keep her from learning that there was a whole wide world out there just waiting for her.

Oh, they could certainly try. And they did try too. But in the end, Mulan had gotten the hell out of dodge and gone to explore the world.

Of course, exploring the world didn’t come cheap. Everything came with a price and Mulan had little more than the clothes on her back. But she was a quick learner and eager to make her mark. Plus, she’d been training to fight right under her family’s noses for years.

Which brought her to the current day. Striding through the camp where the PMC she’d joined up with was currently stationed, Mulan has a grin on her lips and a bottle in her hand. Her hips sashay from side to side, the firearm holstered on one bouncing with her motions. She’s clad in her usual cargo pants but has stripped out of her flak vest and is wearing nothing but a black tank top and a scarf around her neck.

Her straight black hair flows down her shoulders, while her rather large breasts bounce within the tank top rather freely. A couple of men stop and stare at her, but no one calls out to her. They can tell when she’s on a mission. One new guy almost says something, but he’s stopped by an older soldier who shakes his head and whispers something to him.

Mulan doesn’t care to know what it is. She’s got her eyes on the prize, and nothing is going to stop her from achieving her goal. Reaching the tent in question, she doesn’t even hesitate to slip inside.

There, her commanding officer looks up in mild surprise at her entrance. Mark Cohill’s eyes narrow as he takes her in and he tilts his head to the side before marking his place in the book he’d been reading and setting it aside.

“Mulan. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Grinning, Mulan holds up the bottle she’s brought with her.

“Celebration time, sir. Today was your first mission as our commander… and what a successful one it was~”

Mark snorts but doesn’t immediately tell her off or kick her out or anything like that. Instead, he watches as Mulan saunters over to the table, leaning over to grab the two cups and giving him an eyeful in the process. She knows because she sees his gaze go down her top, fixating on her rock hard nipples and the fullness of her hanging breasts for a moment.

“Celebration, eh? Wouldn’t that thing normally be had with the entire squadron?”

There’s a note of knowing in his voice that tells Mulan someone has already spilled the beans about her. Ah well, that was unfortunate but didn’t necessarily mean her plans were ruined or anything. After all, if her Commander knew and still wasn’t telling her to beat it…

“That’ll happen later sir. But first… it’s something of a tradition around here that the Commanding Officer gets some personal attention after their first successful mission. Oops, and would you look at that… I’m the only girl on the squad.”

She pours him and her both a drink from the bottle, giving Mark a wicked grin as he raises an eyebrow at her and snorts in response.

“And what if I was gay, hm?”

Mulan rolls her eyes at that, even as he takes a sip from the glass. In response, she downs the entire drink she’s poured herself, taking it all in one go. Then, smacking her lips, she gives him a coy, sultry grin.

“You aren’t sir. If you were, you wouldn’t stare at me so much~”

Wiggling her hips and her tits at the same time, Mulan uses her arms to press her chest together and giggle. She likes presenting this sort of attitude… especially since she knows its deeply at odds with her battlefield persona, where she’s a no-nonsense stone-cold killer.

She can see that the juxtaposition gets to Mark a little bit. But rather than unnerve him like it would some men, it only makes him more interested.

“You know, I was warned about you and your antics, woman.”

Mulan hums, having already deduced as much.

“And yet… you haven’t kicked me out yet, sir.”

Her commander chuckles and glances at his glass speculatively for a moment.

“Perhaps I just wanted a drink.”

Mulan bites her lower lip, a little too turned on by this point to really want to keep the banter up. She falls silent… and waits. Fortunately, she doesn’t have to wait long. Commander Cohill downs the rest of his own drink, places the glass on the table, and surges to her feet. Mulan can only gasp as he yanks the bottle out of her grasp with one hand and grabs hold of her hair with the other.

He drags her over to his nearby bed, which is more of a cot with a mattress on top of it. More than most of the PMC gets though, to be fair. Privileges of being an officer… or in Mulan’s care, an officer’s slut for the night.

Sitting down and taking a long pull from the bottle, Mark drags Mulan over his lap part way, mostly pushing her face down into his crotch. Moaning, her hands quickly come up to begin unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, working them open rather eagerly as her tits and rock hard nipples press against his leg.

The Commander watches her work, right up until she gets his cock out and wraps her eager, enthusiastic lips around it. Wild child, they called her. Untamable, they said.

Little did the elders back home no, but Mulan was plenty tamable under the right circumstances. Namely, she liked it best when a man had proven himself in battle to her… and when she got to go to him rather than being ordered around.

Commander Cohill, much like most of Mulan’s commanding officers, would never force her to do anything she didn’t want to. After all, she might be a woman… but she was still a woman with a gun holstered at her side, another gun on her opposite ankle, and five knives positioned at different places across her body.

You didn’t survive long in the PMC life by trying to take unwanted liberties with your fellow soldiers. No, that was a great way to get shot in the head and left in a ditch somewhere.

However, when someone was as willing as Mulan was, she rapidly found that she could get the men she worked under to let go of their silly doubts and hesitation and unleash the beast within them under her in record time.

Speaking of which, Mark suddenly snarls, his hand fisting her lush black locks tightening up.

“Faster, bitch.”

He then forces her up and down his cock harder and faster, making Mulan choke and gag on his dick in no time at all… just the way she liked it.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

Nothing quite like having a real man manhandle you. Nothing quite like having a superior officer take you and go to town on you. And from the look of things, all Mark needed was some liquid courage and permission. Finally setting the bottle aside after one more long pull, Mark finally puts his other hand to good use. First, he grabs her black tank top and pulls, hard.

RIIIIIP!

The tank top tears in the front, even as Mulan’s fat tits come bouncing out, her nipples as hard and erect as ever. For a moment, Mark just fondles and gropes her chest, content with doing so while she continues to gurgle and choke upon his cock.

“Hulghk! Hulghk! Hulghk!”

Her eyes are threatening to roll back in her head at the rough treatment. Fuck is it hot to be a man’s toy… under her own terms, at least.

If her traditional family had their way, Mulan would be dolled up, painted white, and sold off to some old geezer to make them the most money they could possibly make off of her. Fuck. That. Mulan was nobody’s prize pig but her own. Not that she actually demanded money at any point.

She wasn’t a whore like her family wanted of her. She was a slut, and she freely gave her body to any man SHE felt deserved it. Commander Cohill was just the most deserving on this fine, fine evening~

Indeed, he quickly grows tired of her tits and instead reaches over her back, down to her ass. Her belt is yanked loose and her pants are pulled down off of her hips and ass. In response, Mulan gurgles on Mark’s cock, arching her back for her commanding officer and thrusting her heart-shaped behind up into the air as high as she possibly can.

He responds by chuckling and sliding a hand all the way over and then under her so he can stick two fingers up into her juicy, sopping wet cunt.

“Fuck you’re eager, aren’t you Mulan? You want me to fuck you? Is that it?”

“Mmmhmmm~”

“… Well alright then.”

She loves men as uncomplicated and raring to go as Mark. Men who know exactly what she’s about even before she enters their tent but are ready to fuck her anyways.

As he pulls her off of his cock, he doesn’t let go of her hair. Instead, using his hand in her cunt and his hand in her hair, Mark swings Mulan around on the mattress-covered cot, keeping her on all fours while facing her away from him. Then, kneeling behind her, he brings the spit-polished cock she’d just got done choking on to bear on her gushing wet twat.

“F-Fuck… fuck me, sir! Make me your bitch!”

Growling lustfully, Mark removes his fingers from her cunt and replaces them with his cock in one smooth motion. Mulan’s eyes widen and then half-roll back in her head as she gurgles happily from the sudden intrusion. Fingers were nice and all, but if she wanted to be fingerfucked she could just do that herself back in her own bunk.

She couldn’t replicate the feel of a real man’s cock though. Dildos just didn’t cut it, and there was something truly spectacular about being taken charge of by a true warrior. Mark Cohill was both of those things. Her newest Commander was a real man and a true warrior, and he’d proven himself on the field of battle today, leading them through their mission without a single casualty among their unit.

Mulan probably would have shown up in his tent even if the mission had been a failure, truth be told. She might have framed it differently, like she was comforting him instead of celebrating, but she still probably would have shown up. As mentioned before, instead of being her family’s whore and letting them marry her off, Mulan had decided long ago to be her own woman… her own very slutty, very sexual woman.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Moaning up a storm as Commander Cohill rails her from behind, Mulan shudders and shivers. Her back is perpetually arching because Mark has his hand fisted in her hair still and is dragging her head and neck backwards the entire while. He knows just how to fuck her, at the end of the day. Rough, fast, and hard.

She loses track of just how many orgasms he manages to draw out of her, even as her tits bounce back and forth and her ass grows red from the repeated smacks of his hips against her backside. But alas, all good things come to an end. And finally, at long last, her commander pulls out of her. Not because he’s tired of her or anything like that… no, if he was tired of her, he would have sent her on a way with a slap to her ass.

Mark pulls out because he’s reached the end of the line, and still utilizing his grip on her hair, he tugs her off of the bed and onto her knees on the floor next to it, forcing her to face him once more. Mulan doesn’t miss a beat. She grabs up her tits, hefts them in the air, and presents them and her face to her commanding officer. Her mouth opens wide and her tongue lolls out… and a moment later, Commander Cohill cums all over her.

Mulan moans as he does so, taking his load like the naughty, horny slut she is. The immensely aroused soldier shudders in pleasure, even as she experiences one last pussy-clenching orgasm just from being splattered in Mark’s seed.

As he finishes up, he finally lets go of her hair and sits back down on the bed with a contented sigh. Mulan bats her eyelashes at him and gives him a look as she bites her lower lip… causing him to snort derisively.

“You can stay, woman. Though you’ll disarm before you crawl into bed with me properly. Not looking to have a bullet put me in the middle of the night… unintentionally or otherwise. And clean up too.”

Mulan hums and does as she’s told, stripping naked and divesting herself of her numerous weapons. Then, she cleans her face and tits with a towel and crawls into bed with her hunky commander. Nothing quite like using her body to get a good bed, a handsome bed partner, and some extra warmth on the cold nights out here in the boonies.

Nothing quite like it at all~