"She Hits Like A Girl"

[Alice2015]

"She Hits Like A Girl"

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The movement approaching Delal from behind made a familiar shift in sound, from soft steps upon the hard ground to slithering through the recently scythed corn. A moment later, one of the Fighting Falcons slid up beside her, saying, "My watch, you're relieved. What do I need to know?"

"How to tell time, for one," she snapped. "You know--"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, gotta be back before the sun sets," he cut in, snatching up the powerful field glasses laying in the grass beside her. As he put the glasses to his eyes and looked toward a distant grove of trees, he said with a derisive tone, "God commands it."

He lowered the binoculars and looked her in her eyes, squinted by her fury, "What religion is this again...? Vampirism? Gotta be back by dark so you can don your cape and fly around-- Oww!"

Delal had slugged him with painful force before looking off toward the trees, gritting her teeth. She wasn't angry that the young man -- 21 years of age to her 20 -- was making fun of her family's unorthodox religion. She was used to that. All her life, even before she could understand that she was being mocked and ridiculed, Delal had known that she and her Tribe were different from anyone else and that they would face discrimination because of it.

No, she was angry because his tardiness would mean that she wouldn't be back inside the family's covered, gypsy-like wagon before sundown, which in turn would anger her father, which in turn would again lead to yet another discussion about her involvement with the Fighting Falcons.

Although she had been trained from a young age to handle herself -- with her hands, with knives, with fire arms, with anything she had available -- Delal had crossed a line with her father when she began standing watches and going on missions with the Falcons. It was one thing to protect the Tribe, her father had told her time and time again. It was a whole different thing -- an inappropriate thing -- to get involved in anti-Greeve insurgency and inter-militia squabbling with this militia.

"Dozen men, all armed," she began her SitRep for the young man. "Three vehicles. One Hummer, original military issue, not Oh, I gotta have one in my drive 'cause the Joneses have one."

She didn't honestly know what that meant -- the battle with the Joneses next door was fought before her birth, before the Greeve. But she'd heard the stories all her life about how people in the first half of the 21st century had been rabid consumers, always having to have the newest, the biggest, the best. Now, people were happy to have food in their belly and a roof over their head.

She continued, "Hummer's got a gun on top. Fifty cal' looks like. An old jeep and a one ton flat bed with barrels. Fuel maybe."

He asked some more questions, and Delal answered them with bare tolerance. She edged backwards until she knew she could withdraw unseen by anyone down in the grove who might also be doing some observing, then headed down the hill. She looked over her shoulder and caught the last bit of the sun as if fell behind the hill. She cringed. I'm SO gonna get it.

What she got, however, wasn't her father's fury but one of the Falcon's disapproval. As Delal entered the militia's camp, one of the fighters -- already drunk -- began teasing her about nothing and everything all at the same time. She tried to ignore him. Although many of the Falcons respected her and her Tribe for being survivors and contributors to the militia's continuance, others thought of them only as tagalongs who were taking advantage of the Falcons' protection.

She was almost through the camp proper when a second Falcon -- not as drunk but still smelling of poorly brewed sorghum ale -- stepped directly in her path and started flirting with her. When she said she wasn't interested, he spouted back, "C'mon, little girl. You're old enough now. And you owe us. I think that maybe--"

He'd been reaching out for her as he spoke, and Delal slapped his hand away. His smile disappeared for a moment at the strike, then reappeared as he obviously took the young woman's reaction as a challenge. He laughed, then looked past her to the half dozen other men who had begun to near them and said, "She hits like a girl."

The others laughed -- then suddenly ceased to do so as Delal landed a fist to the man's throat. He coughed and grasped at his neck, backing away from her. He wasn't going to be a problem for a while, so she turned to look at the others, hoping the incident was over. It wasn't. Two of the men started toward her as one of them taunted, "Oh, little girl wants to play rough, huh?"

He sped up just as he got close. Delal simply stepped aside, driving a kick to his chest, then a slashing karate like chop to the back of his neck. He went down like a sack of potatoes, not that the Falcons had had a sack of potatoes recently. They wouldn't know it until later -- when he regained consciousness -- but Delal had broken one of the man's ribs and he would be out of commission for a couple of weeks as he recovered.

The second man's fate wasn't as lasting but it resulted in great laughter. Also drunk, he entirely missed Delal as he lunged and she side stepped, and when he turned around for a second go, her swiftly moving foot caught him with great force between his thighs. He emitted a comical oooof, dropped to his knees with his hands clutching his package, then continued forward to slam to the packed ground as his eyes filled with tears.

Delal turned to face the other men. None were coming her way, but all were studying her intently, some with impressed looks, others with desire to teach her a lesson or two, in and out of her worn, dusty clothes. As she looked to the unconscious man who would never again risk this with her, Delal confirmed, "Yes ... I hit like a girl." She looked to the others and advised, "And if you ever want to learn how to hit as good as a girl ... just ask. I'd be happy to teach you."

There was some laughter, and some sexist comments. Some of the men turned back to the fire, while others just watched her. Then, that one man who always has to be the outsider began to walk slowly toward Delal. He said in a soft but threatening tone, "Maybe you should teach me what it means to hit like a girl. But ... if you can't ... I'm going to teach you what it means to hit like a man."

He reached one hand down to cup his package obviously, as a short club began to slide downward into sight in the other. Delal's heart began to pound even harder as she realized she'd gone too far and was about to get her ass kicked.

That didn't happen though, for behind the man, another figure appeared and brought an end to the confrontation.

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[Elvenoff1]

Ten years now, View attachment 1790012 has been leading the fighting falcons in a resistance movement against the Greeve. The first eight years the falcons made a considerable difference in disrupting the supply chains of food and slave transportations across the northeastern sector of the country but the last two years they seen more set backs than making any progress in slowing down the increasing growth of the Greeve insurgency. Now his resistance is focused upon dealing with increasing Para-militia’s that are popping up like dandelions whom feeds upon human settlements for all sorts of things raging from sexual entertainment to appropriating supplies that the settlements work hard to build up.

Tom pushed himself back from the table with a gruff escaping over his chapped lips. His eyes felt like balls of fire while he made a small attempt to relieve them by rubbing them with the pads of his thumbs. “Fuck,” he hissed, his head began to pulsate like a man’s cock while staring at three willing whores. He slightly staggered from the pain shooting across the space between his ears to the medical chest that was just a few feet from the map table. Opening the oak chest he grabbed a few bottles and began looking at the labels, letting the ones that he had no fucking idea what they should be used for to fall back into the chest. Finding what he was looking for he popped the lid and grumbled when there was only one damn pill in the bottle. “Shit!” he tossing the bottle back into the chest not giving a damn if he came across the empty bottle at a later date.

He popped the pill and took a swig of his lukewarm water. Can this day get any fucking worse! He mumbled to himself while making his way back to the map table. Tossing the bottle over to the several others that littered the ground on the other side of the table. He looked down at he map once more, ‘Okay, were the hell are we?’ his little break disrupted his train of thought that he held just moments ago. His scouting teams reported finding a small band of raiders that has been tormenting a small farming community just over the hills a few walking days away from their current location and they have been tracking this band of hooligans hoping to get to the lager cell of the riffraff’s.

They have been on this band’s trail now for two days now and still no sign of the larger group. This was a little disturbing for most bands stay within a days travel from the cell their associated with. He leaned forward, putting his chin into the palms of hands while staring at the map. He wondered if the band knew that the falcons were on their trail and was leading him away from the cell so it could move without being harassed by the falcons. This could be, but he could be sure until his recon teams returned from their six-mile radius sweep of the area.

He moved a peg pin up the ruler he had placed upon the map and reinserted it. He pulled a notepad from his shirt pocket and flipped it open to read his notes, red pin was recon group three, he put the pad back into his shirt pocket. Then repeated the steps of the red pin with the blue one, which was recon, group one. “Damn it where the hell was groups two and four! They haven’t sent a runner back in hours! He didn’t like using radios on recon missions for everything a recon unit does is suppose to be clandestine and quiet. He sighed heavily as he would have to send out runners to find them. He knew of one that was damn good at her job, but she was with one of his tracking units, well he just realized it was coming dark and she should be back in camp now.

He pushed himself up from the table and proceeded to go outside to find her. He noticed some uncommon noise coming from his left as some distance away from his tent. He slowly moved that way to see what the above noise level was all about. This was very uncommon for his unit to be so loud. He wondered if one of the Tribe members was walking thought camp. This ridicules emotions about the tribe was getting a little out of hand. Tom never had this problem when they were dealing mostly with the Greeve, but now with them dealing with the raiders, peoples moods were changing, for now they were killing humans instead of taking care of the invading aliens.

What he saw and heard brought up from the debt of his gut a tremendous anger that burned into his eyes. He found the tracker that he wanted to use to go find recon teams two and four. He also found why the noise level was higher than what it should be because support teams five had other ideas of how to entertain themselves this evening. He watched as the female tracker kicked some of the support team goons asses but then one man, the commanding officer of the support team angered because she bested his men stood up and began to walk toward her spouting off about teaching her how to hit like a man. Then pulling and extending a small police baton.

Tom walked up with his head tilted a little, “Well, first before you teach her how to hit like a man you must know how to hit like a man first don’t you think Lt? I mean how in the hell can you teach something you have no fucking idea how to do yourself? Huh? Well your in luck Lt, for I’m going to show you how to hit like a man. Now, turn your sorry ass around and face me with that damn baton!” Tom voiced angrily.

“Umm, Sir we were just having a little fun with the lady. We meant no harm to her.” The Lt stuttered,

“Really!” Tom looked at the men on the ground then back to the Lt. “Well, my recon of the area says differently Lieutenant, so once again come and let me teach you had to hit like a man.” Tom ordered him, “Lt, that wasn’t a request it was an order.” Tom’s eyes flared with anger.

The Lt knowing that it was a banishment for disobeying an order and that was pretty much a death sentence or becoming a slave which was just as bad. Taking a deep breath the Lt lunged forward pulling back baton to strike.

Tom just did a forward lunge strike with a fist to the man’s adam apple which stopped the mans advancement instantly but then Tom did a strong round house kick that sent the men twisting in the air before falling to the ground. “Well, that seems to have ended this lesson of the day. Do I hear any complaints or disapproval that this is over?” He looked over to all the men at the fire, none said anything but stared into the flame. “I thought so.” He turned to Delai, “Now, tracker if you are done kicking everyone’s asses, I have a big favor to ask of you.” he had that look that he know her father didn’t approve of her being out at night but this was needed to save some good men’s lives. “We have lost contact with Recon two and four. I need you to find them.” He asked in front of everybody so that they would know whom was going to save the recon teams asses…

 

[Alice2015]

Though she shouldn't have, Delal smiled broadly at the sight of the third man slamming to the ground. Serves you right, asshole.

Delal's education in how to protect herself had begun long before the Fighting Falcons. Her Tribe's members -- who traced their heritage back to half a dozen Middle Eastern and Central Asian nationalities -- had included pre-Greeve era refugees from Israel, and Delal had begun her lessons in their self defense specialty even before she'd clearly pronounce the words Krav Maga. But before the Falcons, she'd never actually used her knowledge.

She'd been allowed to train with the militia members by their commander, now standing over his three downed men. That permission had been what first drew her to him. What good could come from teaching a girl to use her hands and feet in this way and then tell her not to use them? Delal loved her father dearly, but there were times when she wished it had been him who had died on the Tribe's trek and not her mother.

“We have lost contact with Recon two and four," Tom continued his explanation. "I need you to find them."

"I need to ask my--" Delal ceased her response quickly, chastising herself quickly as she realized she was about to tell the Fighting Falcon's commander that she couldn't go on an important mission -- potentially a life saving mission -- without first asking her daddy for permission. She cleared her throat, stood a bit taller -- prouder, more grown up -- and said firmly, "I need to inform my father, sir ... so he will know not to come looking for me."

She spun on a heel and walked, then ran into the darkness toward the Tribe's encampment. Although associated with the Falcons -- not unlike the support wagon trains that used to follow the armies of old as they conquered foreign lands -- the Tribe had maintained a level of separation from the militia. They always camped 100 yards away from the nearest Falcon tent, unless of course there was an immediate security threat. Their six wagons were parked in a tight, closed circle, within which the horses and mules that pulled them were contained. The other animals -- goats, alpacas, and llamas -- were typically tied to trees or staked to the ground. Well, except for the one that was occasionally harvested, and it was typically hanging -- skinned and gutted -- vertically from a tree limb or horizontally over a hot burning coal fire.

"You're in trouble," a man shouted as Delal flew by.

"I know!" she responded, slowing to take the steps of the wagon, bursting through the wooden door. Her father and his new wife and their child had heard her coming and were staring at her, certain of what was coming. Breathing hard, she said excitedly, "Tom needs me for a mission--"

"Tom...?" her father cut in with a surprisingly soft voice.

Delal went silent, staring at the man. Her face, already red from the sudden burst of energy, blushed further. She clarified, "Commander Nightland."

She remained quiet for a moment, confused by her father's mirroring silence. Was he more angry about her having been late to their customary family time...? Or about her taking such a familiar tone about the militia leader? It wasn't as if Delal was a little girl anymore. She'd turned 20 years old a few months back, for crying out loud. Her own mother had birthed her at the tender young age of 16! So, why had her father insisted on treating her like a little girl?

"Commander Nightland has lost communication with some of our brave fighting men," she began when it became obvious that her father -- now having returned to his meal -- was not going to speak. Delal liked to remind the Tribe's patriarch of why the Tribe had stayed with the Falcons when she asked to participate with them. She continued with an obvious expression and tone of pride, "He has asked me to go look for them."

A long moment of silence passed, during which Delal's father's attention remained on his meal and his wife's attention remained on him. Delal's hands began to tremble with fear as she realized that he might tell her she couldn't go. She would have to do as he said. Delal had never outright disobeyed her father. It would mean instant banishment from the Tribe, not unlike that which the now unconscious Falcon had faced minutes earlier. He'd allowed her to act as a perimeter watch, as she'd been doing earlier. But to go on a recon and rescue mission into a certain dangerous situation...?

She couldn't take the tension any longer and openly begged, "Please, father." After another moment of silence, she continued, "I'm the best person for the job. Tom-- Commander Nightland ... he has faith in me. Please, father ... have faith in me."

Another agonizingly long moment passed before her father looked up -- not at Delal, but at his wife -- then looked back to his food and picked at it. The younger woman smiled broadly and looked to her husband's daughter with a knowing look. The patriarch couldn't openly give her permission, for is she -- a member of the Tribe, not just his daughter -- was to get killed while performing a non-Tribe duty, it would be he who suffered the Tribe's punishment.

Delal rushed the man, throwing her arms around him and kissing him wildly. What remained of his wrap scattered all over his lap, and as she ran for the door he just shook his head. Before she slipped out, he mumbled barely loud enough for her to hear, "Don't get dead."

As she disappeared into the dark she hollered, "I promise!"

 

[Elvenoff1]

Tom arched her brow when Delal mentioned her father but smiled to her quick resolution. His gaze followed her as she faded into the darker shadows of the night. He turned to look at the three men on the ground then to the ones at the fire. “Get these sorry excuses as men out of my sight!” he yelled at the rest of the support unit. “If this shit happens again, you all will be packing your shit up and heading out of our protection. Do you understand?” He got the nod’s he wanted and that was that, the event was over and it was time to move on. He passed a few members of the support team A, whom came over to see what all the noise was about, but was in the process of going back to their area when they spotted Tom in their mist.

He stopped at the flaps of his tent and reflected upon what he just did. He hated to do that but in this time and era strength had to be shown to keep law and order. AHhhh it did not matter, if the rate of losses keep as they are the fighting falcons won’t have the manpower to keep this up. Things were getting tougher with all these roving bands of social outcasts that keep picking one or two of his men off with each hostile encounter. He was thinking that if he could get this unit to the Midwest he could have them disband at the Mississippi river given them many options on what they would want to do or go.

He entered his tent and looked down upon the map. His eyes looked over the area and just couldn’t think of what they could have run into unless they ran into the fucking Cell! He smacked the water bottle sending it flying across the tent. Maybe the cell split up and that is why the east recon teams were not returning. Fuck! We are being surrounded! He grabbed the map and took a closer look at the terrain and what advantages they or he could take to get the upper hand.

He slowly headed out of his tent when he saw her coming toward him. “Come with me Delal we have a possible greater problem. He started to walk toward the support team A unit. “I may have to put you with the support team A unit if my fear is correct.” he talked while heading to the area. Can you tell me anything different about that band of thugs we have been following? Have they dug in or made hasty fighting positions?” he asked her of it they did they were the backdoor guards.

 

[Alice2015]

Delal was so excited that she couldn't keep her lips from repeatedly spreading in a smile. She'd been allowed to stand post or survey settlements, towns, and militias, sure. But she'd never been sent on an actual mission before. Her heart was pounding with excitement, and she hadn't even begun!

"A dozen men, all armed," she began almost word for word as she had with the young man out on the hill. "Three vehicles. One Hum-Vee. Military issue, not civilian."

She was making that judgment on what she'd been taught about pre-Greeve American military equipment. The vehicle she'd seen had what appeared to be additional armor on the sides, rear, and front; and atop it, there was a protected swivel mount with a big gun, which she'd been taught was likely a .50 caliber automatic machine gun.

"I saw AR-15s like my own," she continued, raising the weapon that had been passed down to her when her older cousin was killed a few years back. "AKs, maybe some M-16s. There was a guy with one of those things you carry."

The Falcon she looked to asked, "RPG?"

"Yeah! RPG," she confirmed. Delal realized that she hadn't seen the man lugging the shoulder fired rocket launcher around for a while, and she couldn't help but wonder whether they were out of ammunition for it. After all, with the exception of a few underground manufacturing locations run by the US's shadow government, RPG ammunition hadn't been mass produced since before she was born. She pointed off toward an unseen point, then pointed to the road on the map that was just over the hill and continued, "Another vehicle left earlier in the day ... troop transport, maybe ten men ... another big gun on top, fifty cal'. They didn't come back, but ... that doesn't mean they won't."

She looked to Travis with the excitement obvious in her eyes. "Whaddaya want me to do, T-- Commander?"

 

[Elvenoff1]

Tom listened to the sitrep and it went from worse to worse each time she added more information. It was obvious that going west would be running to the back door, a move they figured he would take and so they were heavily fortifying it. He wish he had time to send out feelers to see if they were doing that up and down the front but he just didn’t have the time. If the east secretors weren’t taken he would gotten a sitrep from the Ne and Se recon teams but nothing so he just had to say they were lost and no passage is available that way. That leaves only south that was here he had to send Dalel he had to know if here was a way that way if not, they were surrounded.

Dalel, I need you to go south first. See if you can detect any troop movement that way then work your way to the east and get me a sitrep and find my recon units.” He looked at her, “Your ready for this. Just keep your head down and think… Ahh hell you know what to do.” Tom muttered He took a deep breath for there was one more way and that was to go north. Which he didn’t want too for the winter seasons were only a month away and if they got trapped up there without winter supplies he would just be killing his men for nothing.

He just had to wait for Dalel and her support units to get back. He hated waiting, his mind could never take a break from thinking about if something went wrong and how many more men did he have to bury. He sent her on her way, but he wasn’t going to wait for he went and grabbed his gear and headed east. He would meet up with her somewhere in that sector. He just hoped that the east sector recon teams were alive and just hanging low till the enemy moved and gave them an opportunity to get out of there.

He slowly followed the same path that the NE teams were to take. His mind continued to go over the map and the terrain. All the good advantage points on the east side where mostly the thick hilly sides, but with just infantry that didn’t matter unless they were mechanized. Well time will only tell as he darted off into the darkness.

 

[Alice2015]

“Your ready for this?" Tom asked.

Delal nodded enthusiastically. She had no doubt that she was ready for anything. She'd been training for this all her life. And the cherry on the top of the cake was that she would impress Tom when she came back with his missing troops or, at the very least, information about where they were and what their situation was.

If she had any idea what was truly ahead of her, Delal would have handed her gun to the Commander, turned around, and slinked back to her father's wagon, never again to walk into the Falcons camp.

He continued, "Just keep your head down and think… Ahh hell you know what to do.”

"I will, Commander," she said, stiffening up a bit taller. "You can count on me!"

The Falcon's Supply Chief checked Delal's AR-15, then gave her three extra clips. Her eyes bulged at the ammunition. She'd never had so many live rounds all at one time in her life! He handed her a back pack, stuffed the clips and some additional items into it, then stressed to her, "These are to get you out of trouble if you get into it. Having this stuff is not meant to boost your confidence and get you into trouble. Understand?"

She nodded and forced her smile to abate. She realized that her excitement was being perceived as ... well ... excitement! The Falcons didn't do what they did because it excited them. They did it because it was right...! and because it was the only way to survive! She chastised herself, donned the pack, confirmed that she understood, turned to give Tom one last confident nod of her head, then turned and disappeared into the dark.



"So ... are you going to use that thing ... or what?"

Delal had done as Tom ordered, following a trail, a road, and a trail once more as had been indicated on the map they'd supplied her. Because there were no marks upon it identifying where the base camp or recon teams were -- in case Delal was captured and the map confiscated -- she'd had to back track twice when she read it wrong.

She'd been traveling quickly -- probably too quickly -- for almost three hours when she'd heard muted laughter all too close. She'd crouched quickly and searched for the source of the joviality. She'd realized suddenly that her heart was pounding like a sledge hammer on tent stakes. A bright point of light had suddenly appeared in the darkness barely ten yards away. It had only taken a moment to realize it was a cigarette. It had only taken anothermoment, after the smoke drifted over her, for Delal to have realized it was marijuana.

With any luck... she'd thought, contemplating the possibility that the men had been too wasted to detect her, let alone do anything about her. Delal had gently set her knees to the dirt for comfort. She'd supposed to have been performing reconnaissance, so ... get comfortable, she'd told herself. The men had been telling stories about women, sex, nudity ... typical man stuff. She'd begun thinking maybe she should slip by and continue her quest, when she'd heard it.

"What are we supposed to do with them?"

"What ever the boss says."

A laugh. "You know what he's gonna say! Kill the man, bring him the woman."

Carlie! Delal had thought immediately. The Falcon was one of only two females under Tom's command. Delal had always respected the woman for being as much a warrior as any of the male Falcons. The woman had even trained with Delal, aiding the younger woman in perfecting the moves she'd used to clobber two of the Falcons earlier this night, as well as teaching her some techniques for better control of her AR-15, though Carlie told her, "I hope you never have to pull the trigger in that way."

Another laugh but from a different man. "That's right."

"So," the first man had sounded in again. "Why can't we have a go at the woman now?"

They'd argued and joked both, back and forth for a couple minutes, about such things as sloppy seconds and other gross topics that made Delal's face tighten in disapproval. Men...! Then, unexpectedly, one of the men had stood. Delal had seen his silhouette blocking out the distant moon.

"So ... we do her, then kill her ... and tell the boss she tried to escape ... then he'll never know we tapped her."

"I'm in."

A third man had finally spoke, "Draw straws for first spelunker."

"Spelunk-what?"

While the men dived into a discussion about cave diving and how it related to their cocks diving inside Carlie, Delal had already begun moving. She'd circled around on the trail, trying to find where it connected to the little open patch where the men had been preparing to rape her friend. She had had no idea what she could do to stop it short of shooting them men. She'd been telling herself over and over and over as she stepped carefully sideways around the trail, her automatic levels their way, that she could do this ... she could do this for her friend ... for the Falcons ... and, in an indirect way, for her Tribe as well.

That was when she heard it.

"So ... are you going to use that thing ... or what?"

Delal swung the AR-15 quickly to the left and lower, finding a fourth man who she hadn't even realized was there. He was sitting on a stump, staring at her, barely lit up by the moon. Despite the low light, Delal could make out the rifle sitting unthreateningly across his knees.

The other men realized they had company one by one and reacted in different ways.

"Who the fuck--!"

"Hey, hey, check it out...! Another pussy to get wet in."

The third man didn't speak but instead -- while staring firmly at the gun-toting female -- began to step slowly toward the log against which his own gun was resting. Delal swung her rifle toward him, commanding, "Don't move!

The man froze for a moment, but when the fourth man began talking to Delal, pulling her attention away for just a moment, the first again began to slowly move toward his own gun. Again -- with the panic beginning to show in her voice -- Delal warned, "Don't ... move!"

By now, all four men were talking, though Delal's mind wasn't absorbing what they were saying or whether they were saying it to her or to one another. All she knew was that the three standing men were widening their relative angle to her with small steps ... and that one fucker was almost to his rifle. Delal realized suddenly that not only was her heart beating like a big drum but her hands were now trembling, causing the end of the heavy rifle to shake.

And while she hadn't been comprehending anything the men were saying, suddenly her ears and brain both heard, "I getta fuck this one first."

Before she even realized she was going it, Delal was pulling the trigger back. Her training with Carlie kicked in without thought: two or three shots escaped the end of the barrel, heading for the first man; then Delal shifted and pulled again; then again; then again; then she immediately swept the weapon back to any man still moving, put two or three more in him; then moved again. She didn't sweep the weapon crazily from side to side, spraying the rounds mostly into the trees beyond. And she didn't stop pumping shots into the four until all of there were absolutely still.

The sound of the shots flowed out across the rolling hills, echoing back once, twice, three times. And then finally ... all was quiet once more. Delal was still standing exactly where she had been, gun still leveled on the now-corpses ... unsure or what to do next. Then, suddenly, she remembered why she'd just shot four men. She looked around and found two bodies laying bound in the nearby underbrush. She rushed over to them, identified the first as Hank and the second -- as expected -- as Carlie. Delal quickly untied them both, pulling off their gags, too.

"Del...? Carlie exclaimed. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Delal laughed loudly, excited to see her friend save and sound. She said confidently, "Saving your ass!"

The three of them began quickly gathering weapons, ammo, and other useful items, knowing that others not too far away would already be heading this way. And sure enough, before they were even done scavenging, the radio that one of the man had on him began to vibrate, its volume muted.

Delal headed back the way she'd come but stopped when Hank called to her. He and Carlie were ready to head up the trail the other way, with the former saying, "Tom's heading into a trap."

Delal just stared in confusion. "What are you talking about? Tom's-- The Commander is back at camp. He sent me to find--"

"No," Carlie cut in. She held up the radio, which again was buzzing. "We heard it. They got a scout somewhere near camp. Guy reported a girl left camp, then a guy ... then a minute later, they identified Tom by name. There're two squads waiting for him. We gotta get there!"

As the woman had been explaining, Delal came to realize that her heart was beating even harder now ... and it wasn't residual from the fight ... from her killing four men! She was in total panic because she was going to lose Tom. Not Commander Nightland. Not even the Commander. She was going to lose Tom! Her Tom! Oh, sure, he didn't know that he was her Tom, but ... he would! Someday when she got up the courage to reveal her love for him.

"This way!" a male voice called from somewhere far too close.

"Let's go!" Hank whispered, already heading up the trail the other way.

Delal was right behind him, passing right by Carlie with wide open eyes. Delal was ready to kill every raider fuck who got in her way now. She'd killed her first men tonight to save comrades in arms. She'd kill again ... and again and again ... if it was necessary to save the man of her dreams ... and fantasies.

 

[Elvenoff1]

Tom moved slowly once he got out of the camp security perimeter, which wasn’t as far away from camp as he would have liked but with the dwindling manpower he has to shorten the distance to keep a strong perimeter. Such as it is, you can only do what you can do with what you got. He was always fearing this day. It just seemed like every time they freed a slave train, no one wanted to join, they just wanted to run back home and act as if there is no problems in this world. Even the communities around here that benefit in what the fighting falcons do for them you’d figure that some of the population would join his ranks, but that didn’t happen either. Well except the Tribe which he was thankful for and wouldn’t have made it this far without them.

His movement was the standard zig a zag method, it took longer but prevented a straight line trail to the campsite. He wasn’t forsure whom or what was out here. Hell they more than likely have hunters with them which was equal in skill to Tom’s trackers. So even with Tom’s movement they would be able to find the camp it would just take them longer to do so. He took out his field glasses, flipped the night optics took a gander over the area. He didn’t like the looks of that.. “Fuck me!” his eyes located a heavy fog bank moving over the area coming from the northeast and heading southwest. “This just got fucking worse!” Tom was worried now for how in the hell was he to find the team up here and find Delal.

“Okay, first things first.” he muttered to himself, I have to find the team that was up here, get a sitrep of the area if they wasn’t able to complete one or no longer able to give one. His gut dropped at the thought of losing two more recon experts. Being a commander his mind automatically accessed his personal just incase he had to replace Johnson and Merez, well it would have to be Samson, and Rigmen they were his last two recon reserves he had. He dropped his head as the deaths of his men began to haunt him. One hundred and eighty seven men has died under his command since twenty thirty-seven. He was tired of losing good people to an unappreciative world.

Snapping back to the situation, he still have another mile to go before reaching their maximum range on a recon mission. He brought up his map and looked at it. He noticed that off to his left there was higher elevation. If he was going to do a sitrep he would go to that higher elevation for it would give them sight over the last mile marker. But if they stumbled upon something that point wouldn’t be good when they hit the forest line just southeast of the last mile mark so.. He thought .. If I go to the high land then have to work my way to the mile marker that fog bank would be over that forest area.. “Fuck!” he had to make a god damn decision without recon! Ok, they didn’t get information back so that means they seen something that peaked their interest. He brought up the field glasses again and took another gander of the area …. Fucking nothing!

Ok, he turned north and headed for he higher elevation. It was the smarter move without any recon and without wasting the time to get to that last mile marker that way he could get a recon look over the southeast forest before that fog bank reaches it. He scuttled up the slow increasing elevation of the land to a rather higher elevation than the map indicated. This changes things! They have to be here! The map showed it to be about a three hundred yard elevation so.. “Fuck me!” he detected movement and it wasn’t his men. ’Ok Tom, you think you’re a badass, lets just see how much you are.’ he chastised himself.

He saw the movement at three pm moving counterclockwise. He looked over to the eleven am direction, nothing ok well eleven o’clock it is. He moved that direction keep low and using he heavier shadows of night to conceal himself. What he wouldn’t do for a fucking dead suit right about now! He continued to move, not wanting the movement to flank him. He got to the position and held fast, ’where the fuck did they go too!’ he scanned over the area, surely they seen him and was trying to flank him, then it hit him.. Fuck! This word has been used more this night than in the past week! He always says that word when things go fubar! They weren’t flanking him, they were flanking the end mile marker! That means they were the nine am flank oh he didn’t like this at all. There were more than a few men here!

Ok, Tom you have Delal coming up from the south, to the end mile marker, so from my point that would be .. He gazes over to his right side that would be my three o’clock/four o’clock. He looked over the land with his glasses, ok there is a strange looking tree that looks like it comes out of one of those Halloween books a witch tree. Ok, I got my distance bearing. He began to move out of the area toward the direction Delal will be coming. Whom ever was moving about out here was standing strong on that market which told him that he lost these men to the cell. “I’m sorry guys I will come back and bury you one day. “To my honored dead, thank you for your devoted service.” he gave a salute to the mile marker . “Its time to get the fuck out of here.”

He kept moving fast, wanting to get to Delal before she got to close to this up here. Then it also pointed out that if the south wasn’t clear the falcons were surrounded. He knew one of them had to make a scene to be seen. So since she would have the trees to use for elevated recon, he will be the one that makes the scene. So that is what he did .. Pushing bushes, wiggling the smaller trees, pushing more bushes, and wiggling smaller trees he headed for the spooky tree…

 

[Alice2015]

Hank had been leading the two women on a slow but consistent trek through or along the tree lined gullies for almost an hour, stopping only when the break in the trees or a crest of a hillock called for a moment of surveillance. Even though Delal had just shot down four men -- her first kills, despite having carried a firearm in this dangerous world for a decade and half -- she was still the Rookie in the trio, so she just stayed between the two veterans, followed Hank's every foot step, obeyed Carlie's every whispered warning, and hoped not to get dead.

After the adrenaline rush had waned following the fire fight -- If only I shot, is it a fire fight? -- Delal's mind caught up with the evening's activities, and she realized suddenly that tonight ... she had grown up! And ... she wasn't entirely certain that that was a good thing.

I killed four men! her brain kept reminding her. This isn't training anymore! I'm not sparring with Carlie. I'm not fending off the horny Falcons. I killed ... four ... men! Oh sure, it had been the right and necessary thing to do. And sure, the men had deserved it. And yes, if Delal hadn't gunned down the militiamen, Carlie, Hank, and she would have died.

And Tom! she reminded herself. If she hadn't freed these two, she wouldn't have known about the ambush about to take place on Tom. He would be surrounded, helpless, caught, shot down, maybe tortured, hung from a tree for the crows and buzzards. To the Falcons, these militiamen were vultures of a different type, running rough shod over helpless communities. But to these militiamen, the Falcons were usurpers, here to upset the balance the assholes were establishing through fear and fire power. When they caught Tom -- which Delal was certain was about to happen -- they wouldn't treat him any better than the Falcons would treat one of them. Well, actually, they would treat Tom far worse.

Of course, as the trio trekked north toward where Hank thought they'd find their Commander, Delal had no idea that Tom had already deduced his troubles, calculated the odds, made a plan, and gone to work. And, though they didn't know it, it was working.

Hank slowed again, scouted over the top of the hillock at the end of another gully-lining row of trees, then waved the two women forward. Carlie had moved very close to him, then pulled the rookie hard into the two of them. Delal didn't understand, until Hank turned and put his face so close to both of them that she could smell his need to brush his teeth.

"Big tree," he whispered, jerking his head but not turning to look at it. Delal and Carlie both peeked past him to see the ominous silhouette beyond which was the nearly full moon, now low on the horizon. A light fog made the thing frightening to Delal, and a shudder ran up her spine. He continued, "The other team was heading just beyond it. We're--"

Suddenly the night exploded with gun fire!

All three of them hit the ground, with Carlie unnecessarily clutching Delal and pushing her harder into the wild grass. She growled, "Keep flat! Keep flat!

A second gun almost immediately joined the mix, then a third and a fourth. Delal's heart was once again pounding fiercely. She'd trained, she'd beat up drunk men, she'd shot assholes. But she'd never been shot at! Suddenly, she wondered whether she should have stayed back in the wagon with her father, learned to sew from his wife, taught letters and numbers to her little brother.

Carlie clutched at her again and pulled her forward to her as Hank crawled ahead up the rise. She whispered, "They aren't shooting at us!"

Delal should have been relieved, but she knew immediately that that meant--

"Tom!"

"Shhh! Carlie chastised. The woman jabbed a finger at the dirt, commanding, "Stay here! Watch our backs! Make sure no one crawls up our asses from down hill. Understand?"

It took a moment for Delal to respond. All her mind's eye could see was Tom down in a gully being shot at from every direction! When Carlie repeated her one word question, Delal nodded. She watched the woman crawl after Hank, then -- once she saw the woman disappear over the small rise and realized she was alone on a battle field -- she turned, still on her belly, and scooted through the grass to a huge rock. She rose to her knees and began searching the night for more enemy, wishing she had a pair of the night vision goggles Hank had been using on and off again over their trek.

Every time a gun fired over the hill, Delal's heart leaped. She tried to convince herself that Tom was holding his own, or that maybe he wasn't even there, that it was someone else being set upon. Maybe it was the Falcon patrol that was doing the shooting. Delal didn't know the sound of Tom's chosen weapon or the nature of his shooting. Carlie had told her once that you could tell who was firing by the way they fired, that some people had a distinct firing rate, and matching that to the weapon type could keep you from accidentally shooting one of your own people.

All Delal knew was she was alone here and Tom was being -- maybe being -- ambushed over that hill. And suddenly ... she was about to cry. She pulled her Keffiyeh up to her face and wiped away the tears building in her eyes, chastising herself. You're a Falcon! she told herself, despite the fact that she really wasn't. Falcons don't cry! They ... KICK ass on bad guys! Stop crying you little baby!

She leaped again as one, then two more guns erupted, this time closer. She knew it was Hank and Carlie, joining the battle. To her surprise, Delal even smiled: she recognized Carlie's firing style and weapon sound from the practice they'd had together. That buoyed her spirits a bit, as she wiped the last of the tears away.

That was when she saw them!

Hurrying up the same trail she and the Falcons had ascended, one, then two, then three, four, Oh God five figured were lit up before her in the moon light that was cutting through the trees. They were coming fast, with little care ... rifles before them.

Make sure no one crawls up our asses from down hill. Understand?

Yes! Delal thought confidently to herself as she rose from her knees to take a crouched stance behind the big rock. She watched the men approach as she pulled out an extra clip and set it beside her, then checked that her AR was on full auto again. As she leveled the rifle -- still behind the rock -- her chest began rising and falling quickly, her heart pounding in her chest so hard she could hear it in her ears as well as the fire fight over the hill. As she rose up enough to point her rifle at the first man -- who now was barely twenty feet away -- she unknowingly hollered "Falcons...!"

The AR jumped in her hands, spitting out a half dozen rounds before she lifted her finger. The first and second men both jerked and fell to the ground, and Delal quickly pulled the trigger again. Another man twisted and simply collapsed straight down to the ground. The others stopped suddenly, and one of them began hollering words that Delal didn't hear as she again was pulling the trigger. Three or four rounds at this figure, three or four rounds at that one, the same at another, and another. One man opened fire but was himself dead before he'd ever really even gotten a bead on her.

Delal continued to mow men down, not contemplating their true numbers -- there would turn out to be nine in all -- but only firing at them with surprising skill until all were on the ground before her or scurrying for the trees. When she pulled the trigger and nothing happened, she dropped down to her haunches behind the rock, and -- without hardly thinking about it -- kicked out the depleted clip, shoved in the new one. She slammed a round into the barrel, and quickly rose again to spray a quick dozen rounds from the trees to her right to the open field on her left.

"Falcons...!" she again screamed in pride.

She snatched up the empty clip -- Waste not, want not was the rule of this new world order -- and then turned and ran for the top of the hill. She had just crested it when the still living men behind her opened fire. She immediately dropped to the ground, spun around, and ... just waited. She knew that in the deep grass at the crest in the dark clothes she was wearing, she would be almost invisible to the men who would be lit up by the moon behind her. Of course, she hadn't considered night vision goggles, but that was the adrenaline pumping through her.

As she waited one, then two, then three men came into view, hurrying up the hill in almost single file. Delal waited until they were less than fifteen feet away from her ... and unloaded her entire clip!

(OOC: Sending you a PM. Read it before you write.)

 

[Elvenoff1]

Tom continued to make his way toward the unique tree that he marked awhile back. He moved at half couch wanting to make the smallest target possible but have enough speed to get to his desired location at a decent time. He knew there were hostile opponents around but that was all he knew at this moment. He was about half way to his target when all of a sudden the world lit up in front of him. There was something unmistakable about a weapon fired on full automatic and that was the sound. It also showed the inexperience of the one using the weapon, for your trained personal would only fire on semi-auto sending three rounds down range with a single complete pull of the trigger. Instead of wasting ammo, most of the time unless there is close quartered multiple targets.

The battle seemed to go from his eleven o’clock, which he estimated from the flashes that there were four targets firing at targets that were almost on top of them. Tom could see the burst were no more than fifty feet away from each other indicating that they were both behind hasty fighting positions.

Tom lowered himself down and watched as each side exchanged volleys of rounds toward each other but then more flashes flared up coming down the slope at his one o'clock. More mercs? "Fuck Me." however, The more he though about what was going on and how things were being played be believed that he has just found Delal and she must have found recon four which would be Hank and Carlie. That would fit what was going on, right number, right direction from which they would come, but he wondered who in the hell was at the top of the crest using full automatic! There must be more hostiles trying to flank and the back anchor of the two recon teams must have had to react with their weapon of full auto. "Damn that would be Delal. His heart pinged for even if he doesn't let his feelings slip as she does he cared for her too.

With the newly arrived figured out, that left the four at the eleven o’clock as some of his unfriendly mercs. He reached down, took hold of his pistol, and began to make his way toward his forward two recon experts. He cursed himself for not being properly equipped before coming out here but his fear for his people was more pressing on his mind than taking time to grab the right equipment. He continued to watch the two locations as they were moving two by two cover toward the four enemy locations. He slowly began to turn his movement toward the merc location, falling into an arc with his recon team.

Shifting his attention toward the mercs for now, he was out of the line of fire from his recon members he could concentrate on the enemy’s locations. He moved a little fast thanks for the firing skill of his recon team for they were keeping them pinned down giving Tom an advantage of getting in close. Which that would only help with one at the moment for once he opened fired with his pistol they would know his location. He continued to move until he was awful close to the action which forced him down to a quick pace crawl. His teams pinning down fire kept the enemies attention so Tom’s approach was unseen. He got within pistol range, observed, and spotted the nearest target that was to his approach.

Tom took aim and waited for the flash of the man weapon, once seeing that he squeezed off three rounds. He heard the weapon fall upon the ground, but instead of running over to that area, he waited for he knew that the other closest enemy position would have seen his flash and would send rounds down this way and sure enough, the rounds spattered across his path just a head of him. Well at least his recon team knew there was a friendly close to them now.

He moved up and took control of the man’s weapon. Ah, an AK-47 how sweet of them to given this great weapon to me Tom admired it. Tom muttered as he joined the battle. The fighting now changed as the three enemy locations had two fronts. Tom pushed rounds down the front, knowing that Hank would now shift their pinning down shots to controlled aim shots at the locations. It wasn’t long before all the flashes stopped and Tom slowly made his way to the positions.

“It’s nice of you two to come and join the party by the way.” Tom voiced to the approaching recon team. “I take it that Delal is up there on the crest. You know Delal saved all of our asses up there, lets to see heat damage she did” Tom continued to the locations picking up the weapons and gear, greeted his other two recon members and headed up the crest to where Delal waited.

 

[Alice2015]

After he was sure the last enemy was down, Hank stood a bit taller and gestured signals to Carlie. She acknowledged the order, turned, and headed back up the hill toward Delal. Hank looked for Tom, then headed his way. As they were talking, a whistle sounded from within the approaching fog, and after he replied in code to the sound, the other recon unit appeared. Underwood was hit and bleeding, but not seriously.

"Harden's back in the trees," he explained. "Broken ankle. Reason we couldn't come in."

Hank looked to the Commander, saying, "I'll help with Harden. You check on Delal. She will want to know you're still alive."

He didn't explain to Tom the panic the young woman had had when she thought the Falcon's leader was not long for this world. He looked back up the hill, which was quiet after at least two clips from Delal's AR and begun to worry about whether Tom should be wondering whether she was still alive, not the other way around.



Carlie slowed as she reached the top of he hill, finding an ancient stump to hide behind before she gave the appropriate whistle. She got no response. She repeated it again, knowing that Delal knew the signals and would respond if she could.

Carlie knew that if the young woman wasn't there to respond to her, the enemy might be instead. She backed down the hill thirty yards, then began circling around from a different direction. When she thought it safe, Carlie ascended again, and just as she reached the crest, she found the first body. She checked it: 4 shots, center mass. Nice shootin', Tex.

She looked toward where she'd expected to find Delal and found the second body, and moving forward found the third, then the fourth. Each was bloodied by multiple bullet holes and very, very dead. My God, girl ... nice job.

But there was no sign of that girl, and Carlie was beginning to worry. She crouched for safety, then repeated the whistle, then again. Finally, she called out, "Delal?"



"Carlie...?"

Delal waited a moment, then repeated, "Carlie! Is that you?"

"Delal?" the Falcon called, her voice still low. "Where are you?"

"Down here!" she called. "In the gully! I can't get out!"

She could hear the other woman moving quickly through the crackly grass, then caught sight of her in the last moments of moonlight. She called, "Down here! Help me!"

"Where?" Carlie called, moving carefully downward between the trees, through the underbrush. When the Falcon cut through the last of the shrubs and reached the narrow creek's edge, she asked with obvious confusion, "Delal! Where the hell--"

Carlie's face lit up with surprise at the sight of her friend, who was flat on her back in the creek bed, with a huge dead raider laying solidly atop her. As she hurried down to the other woman, Carlie asked, "What the fuck!"

"I kept ... shooting..." Delal managed between labored breaths. "...but ... he just kept ... coming. Is he ... dead?"

Carlie started laughing as she struggled to push the 270+ pound goliath off the little woman. She couldn't help it. "Oh yeah, girl. This sucker's dead."

They worked together and finally got Delal free. Carlie stood the new warrior to her feet and looked her up and down. Delal was covered in blood from head to toe. "Are you hit...? Is any of this your blood?"

"No ... I, I don't think so," Delal said, joining Carlie in checking her torso and limbs for wounds.

"Get this off," the Falcon told her, stripping her pack, coat, and sweater off, then checking her again for wounds. She urged Delal out of her top and under shirt, leaving her in no more than her bra, dungarees, and boots. Carlie tossed the horrific clothes aside and began splashing the creek's minimal flow onto the young woman's face, hair, and upper body. She gestured to the bra, saying, "Get rid of that nasty thing."

Delal hesitated, but when she realized that the nasty thick red fluid had soaked all the way through to it, too, she popped it loose and took the rag Carlie had wetted for her. She wiped herself down from top of skull to waist line as the Falcon pulled out an extra top from her pack. She shaking down to her bones, from the fight or the cold she wasn't sure. But she wanted to cover herself against the weather and was about to don the top when she heard scrambling on the hill above them, followed by "Je-sus! What the hell happened here?"

Delal looked up to find one of the northeast recon team members atop the hill looking about at the dead she'd left behind ... and Tom, standing just ten feet away at the edge of the underbrush.

(OOC: You'll notice I didn't say how long he'd been there or whether he'd been watching her get naked. )

 

[Elvenoff1]

Tom turned and looked at Hank, “Am I missing something?” His hands come up and rest on his hips while waiting for answer, but when Hank put his hands up and a leave me out of this gesture. Tom looked away and headed up the slope, his mind now drifting over all the times that Delal and he were in contact with each other, the only thing he notices was she would call him by his first name instead of his rank or last name until she realized what she was doing and corrected it. Something he had to correct before this gets out of hand, for if Hank thinks there were more between them than there were bound to be others and he just could not allow this to go unchecked.

He got about twenty yards away from Hank when he heard the whistle, from atop the slope. He stood and waited to see if someone would answer the call, but when nothing was returned he looked over to Hawk for a moment before turning back toward the hilltop. Then he heard the whistle being issued again and the same silence was the response. He got worried for that was where Delal was supposed to be. He quickened his pace to get up there when he heard the next whistle came from his left and about thirty yards away. He stopped completely and waited for now the worry was now a lump in his throat for he expected the worst. Then his mind began the quilt trip for sending her out on this mission without the experience it required. He lowered his head and took a deep breath to fight back the feelings that was clawing at his chest.

Then he heard Carlie calling out Delal’s name, which was out of procedure but he could hear the panic in Carlie’s voice and decided not to push the subject, He made his way over to where she was, but she was already on the move. That is when he heard Delal’s voice claming to be in the gully. He followed the noise and the silhouette of Carlie’s talented from thought the bush. He ended at the edge of the creek bed some ten feet away from the underbrush.

Tom watched as Carlie pulled a body off the pinned down form of Delal, He fought hard not to bust out laughing, but he was able to keep it down to a chuckle. However, his face got stern when he seen all the blood over her so he stood watching Carlie begins to peel the clothing off looking to see if Delal suffered a wound. Still not seeing any, she continues to peel more clothes off until Delal was down to her undergarments. Tom was going to look away, but she was just too gorgeous. Forget being a gentleman that was so outdated anymore in a land like this at least that was his excuse to his inner voice, which told him to look away.

Then when the water was being tossed upon Delal and her skin began to glisten in the moonlight Tom’s cock was at full attention, his eyes were glued to the action and his heart was pounding against his chest. He had to swallow several times for his salvia to flow over the lump in his throat. Then when the bra come off his mouth was already in overdrive with the salvia release, he looked like a doodling horn dog on the Fifth avenue expressway in the hunt to buy a whore.

Scott did not even hear the remark the recon member made, his attention was all on Delal. He did not even try to look away when their eyes met. He just smiled at her and nodded. “It’s good to see you well!” He spoke out, and then realized how open that statement was.

 

[Alice2015]

Delal lifted Carlie's extra shirt to cover her breasts at the sight of Tom above her. She felt the blood flood away from her face in panic. How long had he been there? Had he been watching her undress? Had he seen her ... her... Well, of course he saw them, silly!

“It’s good to see you well!" Tom said.

Suddenly, the blood that had abandoned her face flooded back in once more. She smiled embarrassed, suddenly feeling like a little girl as she thought See me naked, you mean!

Delal tried to turn a bit, but Carlie was still trying to wash away the blood. She shrugged the woman's assistance away, turned her back to the man -- men above her, she recalled, remembering that there were two men up there -- and tried to slip the shirt over her head.

"I'm not done, Del," Carlie said, preventing the shirt from moving lower than the younger woman's neckline as she wiped at the blackness on her otherwise fair skinned body. "Je-sus." She looked up to her Commander, flashed a hand at Delal's body, and asked, "Are you seeing this?"

"Thanks!" Delal growled lowly. Why don't you just ask him if he wants me to take my pants off, too ... look for blood there! She shrugged Carlie's help off again and pulled the shirt down her body before turning to smooth it down. She asked annoyed, "Can we go...? Is it over?"

She easily found her back pack near her feet, then began to search the moonlit gully for her AR-15. The Falcon at the top of the ridge -- somehow recognizing it as hers -- had already found it and informed her he had it. Delal climbed to the top of the ridge, marching past Tom without making eye contact. She took her weapon and, without even thinking, dropped to her knees, opened her pack, rammed in a fresh clip, jerked a round into the chamber, donned her pack, and stood to face Tom.

"I'm ready, Commander," she said proudly, despite the trembling that the cold, action, and embarrassment were all working on sending through her body. Suddenly, she couldn't help herself. A broad smile filled her face as she asked with great hope, "I did good?"

Through all of this, Delal never realized that the fully hardened nipples of her now-unbridled breasts were all so obvious, despite the thick fabric of Carlie's extra fatigue shirt.

 

[Elvenoff1]

Tom couldn’t help but smile upon the reaction of Delal trying to cover her body while the vet just kept washing like it was nothing, which to her, that was the case for there were many things worse than having a well developed body being displayed to a few guys. It was all part of being recon for being out here for days or even longer, taking a bath with your partner taking watch just a few feet away was some times a necessity. Something that Tom was sure that Carlie has done.

When Carlie asked if Tom seen all the blood that was over her he had to do it, “It’s a little hard to miss there Sergeant.” Tom’s brow was arched up for that was a lot of blood, he was going to make a remark that rifles are a distant weapon and didn’t have to be only used at close quarters, but figured that would just get her more rattled than what she was.

Tom nodded, “Yes, it’s over except for Carlie and Hank” Tom had that regrettable look upon his face as he looked at them. They more than already know what needs to be done now. “Have all the equipment been picked up or off the bodies?” he looked over at the other recon member standing a few feet away. His nod was all that Tom needed to have everyone start to move out. He looked at Delal with a smile as he eyed those nipples. It put a longing in his mouth and a shot of electricity between his legs. “Yes, Delal you did one hell of a job. You have saved many lives here tonight, even mine.” Tom tapped her on he shoulder.. “Thank you.” He spoke as he passed her.

“OH Carlie, can you help with shutting off Delal’s headlights before we get to camp. We don’t need a riot!” He had to walk fast so no one could hear him chuckling. He caught up with Hank. “Do you think this was the Cell?” Tom asked the highly trained Recon expert. “For if it isn’t then you know what we need to do?” Tom hated to send them out fatigued but the whole camp could be attacked if recon wasn’t done. He could send out another team, but these two were the best and he did not really want to go on another rescue mission with daylight coming soon.

He didn't talk much upon the way back to camp. He was worried about this cell for some reason. They just seemed to well equipped for your everyday traveling thugs. He allowed the others to pass for he wanted to walk next to Delal, "I owe you an apology." he looked over at her. "I should have turned but to be honest your a very attractive lady and well .. I just didn't want to turn away for I liked what I saw and I won't apologize for that."

 

[Alice2015]

"Yes, Delal," Tom complimented Delal. "You did one hell of a job. You have saved many lives here tonight, even mine ... Thank you."

Delal beamed, the widest smile she'd ever donned before the man gracing her face. She wanted to ask if she was officially a Fighting Falcon now, but she feared that his answer would be no.

As the others continued collecting weapons and other valuable gear from the dead, Tom turned to head down the trail and called, "Oh, Carlie, can you help with shutting off Delal’s headlights before we get to camp. We don’t need a riot!”

Delal's proud expression mutated to one of confusion as the other woman stepped up and offered her a non-bloodied coat taken from one of the dead. Carlie must have understood the confusion in the younger woman's face. She reached out and tweaked one of Delal's hardened nipples, causing the girl to jump and give out a quick, sharp squeak of shock before flashing her arms up over her breasts.

"Headlights," Carlie explained before laughing. "Headlights...? High beams...? Like on a..." The older warrioress laughed and turned away, finishing, "Oh never mind. Put the coat on."



Delal had helped with gathering weapons and gear, then fallen in behind Tom and
the others as they made their way to where Hank was strapping up the ankle of a grimacing Harden. Hank looked up. "He's doped up good and taped as good as if he was wearing a cast. As long as you take it easy, he should be able to get back to camp with someone supporting him."

Underwood quickly responded, "I got him. I let him get hurt, I'll get him back ... carry him if I have to."

Delal smiled broadly again. The camaraderie of the Falcons had been one of the things that had drawn her to the idea of being one. It had been hard for her to just sit by and watch so many of them lose their friends over the years that the Tribe had accompanied the militia. It had been hard to watch Tom agonize over those loses.

She listened in silence as Tom and Hank discussing the men they'd killed. The obvious concern was about whether this was the main force or just the advance teams and, of course, whether this was just the first of many fire fights. The Falcons couldn't handle another engagement like this, Delal was sure. Her chest swelled with pride and determination as she told herself But I'll be ready for the next one!



They headed back toward camp, with Tom in the lead, Underwood sometimes supporting, sometimes carrying Harden, and Delal taking up the lead. As directed, she repeatedly stopped to check their six, as Carlie had called it. She dropped to her knees in the bushes or onto her belly when there was only grass. She would spend a minute or two watching for signs that they were being followed.

While she waited, her thoughts would shift to Carlie and Hank, who had once again gone out to recon the enemy. What if they didn't return? Would Tom-- the Commander send her out to find them again? Occasionally, her thoughts shifted from the recon unit to a more personal issue: her growing interest in Tom. She'd always had a ... call it a crush on the Falcon's leader. She knew it had begun to get out of control when she found herself imagining his face when she masturbated during her baths in the creek or deep in the brush when she slipped away for that personal time.

But now, as she presumably joined his force, she was concerned. She yearned for the man to be her man, to make her a woman in the way only a man could. But, presuming that he had an interest, would he -- could he -- become involved with one of his fighters. Suddenly Delal was thinking she might have to give up the sword to achieve that goal from which she could hardly ever pull her mind: being Tom Nightland's lover.



They'd traveled for over two hours into what was now relatively safe territory, with Delal falling back, catching up, and repeating before she returned to the trio to find Tom now behind the others. She excitedly hurried to walk next to him, eager to see how he thought about the changes that had taken place in her life, in her association with the Falcons, and her relationship -- a word she was using -- with Tom himself.

"I owe you an apology," he eventually said, looing over at her. "I should have turned but to be honest your a very attractive lady and well ... I just didn't want to turn away for I liked what I saw and I won't apologize for that."

Delal didn't immediately realized that he was talking about his ogling of her when she'd been topless. When she did, her face exploded with a redness that matched that which was beginning over the mountains in the east. She was thankful that the moon had finally fallen behind the second range to the west.

She didn't respond for almost two full minutes, simply walking next to him over the now flat ground. Finally, screwing up her courage, Delal said softly, in an attempt to keep it from the men who were only thirty or so yards ahead of them, "There is no need to apologize, Commander. I ... I should feel-- No... I am flattered ... that you would want to look. I..."

She chuckled, quickly tightening her lips and glancing behind them as if she were afraid the enemy was right there, listening to her giggle. She glanced at Tom, then looked ahead again. She hesitated before finishing her thought, "I ... I don't have much to look at, so ... I should be happy that any man would want to look, let alone the Commander of the Fighting Falcons."

She had to look off away from Tom again as her face exploded in a fiery blush. Oh my God! Did you really just say that?

Delal honestly felt that she wasn't much at which to look. Her mother and her mother's mother -- even her father's current wife -- had been voluptuous women who had attracted the ogles of many a man. Even Carlie sported a DD rack under her fatigues and body armor.

The reality was that comparisons aside, Delal had a wonderful body. The only reason men didn't ogle here -- well, except when they were drunk around the Falcon's night time camp fire -- was that she typically wore very loose fitting, unflattering clothing that hid her curvaceous 34C-26-36 figure. At 5'6" and 128 pounds, she was neither skinny nor fat. She was, as her now deceased mother had told her during her pubescent years, a beautiful girl who one day will make men drool with desire.

Of course, Delal's father had done his best to make sure that that one day didn't arrive too soon, meaning that the first time a man had ever laid eyes upon her firm, perfectly rounded bosom had been tonight ... while she was covered in blood and shivering in fear.

She risked a glance up to Tom wondering what he was thinking...

 

[Elvenoff1]

Tom smiled when he seen Delal’s face turned thirty shades of red when she came to realize what he was saying to her, but then he even realized that his cheeks felt a little warm themselves. He, of all people, had to be careful when it came to allowing a relationship form between a commander and one of his soldiers. He has seen the worse outcomes when this; distraction occurs for the commander not wanting to show a bas toward their lover they send them on the most dangerous missions and something bad happens to them. Alternatively, they do not send them on the dangerous ones and just happens to seed someone that should not have been sent goes and is killed or several others, and that just was not acceptable. He chuckled to himself for that was the biggest king horse shit statement he made in the past few hours! For he already felt the burn of desire, and the pain of want develop in the pit of his stomach.

He was placid when the silence came for it gave him a few moments to get to composed. But then she came back with another statement that showed a little more of her feelings toward Tom. He slightly bushed himself upon hearing that she was flattered that he wanted to look upon her. He followed her gaze to the men in front of her when she spoke the rest to him. He swallowed hard and lightly shook his head in disbelief that they were just returning from a dangerous mission and now are talking about being flattered over a ogling moment. But no matter what is mind just spoke of, he was thinking with his cock at the moment.

He looked over at her than allowed his gaze to fall down along her body. “You’re a beautiful lady that don’t need the extra man appointed bonuses, but as a man here. You do have these extra bonuses if I may be so bold to admit” the muttered to her while returning his look forward. He felt like he was being slowly pulled under the ocean surface by a whirlpool. He looked over at her when the words she spoke about him dawned upon his cock controlled mental abilities. He noted her quick look away as he too followed her lead to look away, but then there was the small bite that told him not to look away from her. He knew he wanted her ever since seeing her body glisten in the moonlight. He turned and looked at her. “Yes, you have caught my eye and then some.” there was no need in hiding it now, life was too short especially these days.

He smiled when she looked back at him. He wasn’t hiding anymore. “When we get back and I make my rounds and make some assignments. Would you like to have a little picnic? I think I can find some apples and peaches!” He chuckled, “Maybe you could grab a hold on a cooling apple pie?” He winked at her with a smile. It was time he made a little room in his heart for happiness. He didn’t think anyone would mind him having a relationship with someone, In fact by reading Hank’s face everyone one already thought they were a couple. “Delal, I will come and find you when I have things settled to my liking.” He reached down and took her hand.. Why not…

 

[Alice2015]

Delal's eyes ballooned at the feel of Tom's hand holding her own. She had to actually look at them to ensure she wasn't imagining it. She squeezed back a bit harder than he had, excited by the simple but intimate gesture.

"Hey, Boss."

Faster than she'd ever moved, Delal whipped her hand back to her side, her face going white at the sudden sound of Underwood's call. She thought for sure that the man had seen his Commander making a move and was about to comment about it. But when she looked to the huge, powerful man -- currently carrying the smaller Harden on his back -- she realized that his head was tilted back, his eyes on the heavens.

Delal slowed to a stop as well, looking skyward. For all of her life, the Milky Way had been a constant presence. Without the light pollution of the now-gone cities, the night sky was an incredible sight. But it wasn't the stars at which Underwood and now Harden, lowered to stand on his one good foot, were looking. The were watching the objects several thousand feet up that were moving across the sky, illuminated at that altitude by the sun which was still yet to rise.

"Greeve drones," Underwood said quietly, as if afraid he'd be heard. "Six ... maybe eight thousand feet."

Delal didn't understand bow the man could determine that. Her education in arithematic had ended with basic multiplication and division, used in every day life, typically in trade or cooking or other menial tasks. But because of Carlie's education, Delal knew what it meant: bombing run altitude.

"Are they after us?" shs asked, ready to reach for Tom's hand again but resisting. "Are they gonna bomb us?"

The men studied and talked and determined the answer was no. Then suddenly, both of the drones changed course, dove for the area from which they'd departed only a couple of hours earlier, and released their bombs. Two nearly simultaneous explosions occurred a couple of miles from one another. Delal had never seen a Greeve bomb explode. It was beatiful and horrific all at the same time. From the central detonation a mile over the ground, streaks of light spread out in a semi-spherical pattern, almost like a dome hovering over the ground. At the ends of those streaks were smaller bombs that fell toward the surface before exploding and showering the ground with radioactive shrappnel. On the ground, over nearly five square miles under each bomb, any one alive there soon wouldn't be.

"Carlie..." Delal murmured to herself before tearing up and beginning to sob...

(OOC: The result of this attack and what happens next is TOTALLY up to you, Elven.)

 

[Elvenoff1]

Dark blue eyes watched the bombs fall from the sky. He knew where they would be hitting in just a matter of seconds. He lowered his head and began to say a prayer for the two friends that he was about to lose. He was tired of losing so many good men in this war of survival. He asks each and every man to put his life on the line for people who don’t even know they are being protected by the falcons and if they do hear about it they don’t volunteer to join or even help sustain them. It is so much different now than it was five years ago for then we were fight an alien force, now were are just fighting the ruffians of the land.

Tom heard Delal cry out Carlie’s name while crying. He walked over to her and put his arm around her and held her close to him. He didn’t have any words that would take the pain she is feeling right now, but he wanted her to know that she wasn’t the only one hurting, for it was him whom sent them to their deaths. Something that he has been doing a lot lately. “ Delal, I’m sorry you lost a friend as well as I have this night, but they would want us to go on and continue the fight for a better world.. So lets not let them down. Lets keep fighting in their name. He slowly turned away from the smoldering black smoke which told him that the larger cell of ruffians were also dead.

He lightly pulled Delal toward the direction he was walking. He still held her close to him while they walked the path back to the campsite. His soul felt like it was just ripped out of him, and even he gave his speech. He didn’t think he would continue this fight. He just had enough of sending men to their deaths. He would gladly step down and fight for the falcons if someone else was calling the shots, but there was no body wanting that pain or responsibility. Yeah everyone knows that when you join the service you have a good chance of being killed, but the military died years ago and this was just a high spirited fighting force that wanted to keep fighting, well that was nine years ago… It’s over

He walked Delal to the path that would take her back to her tribe. He could saw the pain still strong in her eyes. “It will take time. Just remember the good times that you had with them. Keep them in your heart and they will always be with you. Now go back and try to get some sleep I will be moving the falcons out of New York, we are heading west.” he informed her before turning and walking back to the campsite. His last order to the night watch was we leave the area in the morning.

He made his way aback to his tent where he let his anger and pain out by smashing everything in his tent…

 

[Alice2015]

Delal laid face down in her bed for what seemed hours but was less than just one, sobbing then going still and wishing for death, sobbing then going still and wishing to kill something, anything, anyone, human or alien or ... anything! Her father's wife had tried to comfort her, but when it seemed simply impossible, she went to the Falcon's portion of the camp with her kit of herbs and treatments to help with the injured Harden.

Her world had changed so radically in less than 12 hours: she'd been allowed to go on a mission, had rescued Carlie and Hank, had killed bad humans, had then possibly rescued the two and others again from more bad humans, only then to lose Carlie to the second enemy, the Greeve, who had almost begun to become a distant memory in this world where the conflicts to which she'd become accustomed were always human-on-human in nature.

And to top it all off, Tom had seen her practically naked.

Delal rose up to look out the wagon's window. The sun was just beginning to announce itself in the east behind the rolling hills of southwestern New York, which -- accordingly to Tom -- would soon become a memory to her, her Tribe, and the Fighting Falcons. She didn't know how to feel about this latest development. The Falcons had lost so many people in so little time. They couldn't continue here. The Greeve had returned to the area at the same time that the human militias had become both more powerful and more brutal.

Delal knew it was time for the Falcons and their leader to make a change. As she watched the world outside begin to lighten, she told herself, You need a change as well. She went to the stove and poured hot water from the kettle into a bath pan, then made her way to the wagon's water closet. Stripped, she cleaned her body thoroughly, scrubbing away the dirt and blood. She had to dump and refill the pan four times before the water was relatively clean when she finished.

Finished, she donned a night gown that went almost all the way to her ankles, then wrapped herself with the long coat she used on cold days to do outside errands. She made her way quietly to Tom's tent, sticking to the shadows and staying out of the light of the camp fires. She hesitated before his tent, listening until she was sure he was alone, then entered.

Delal wondered what was going through his head as she tied the flap behind her, then padded across the canvas floor to his larger than normal cot. She was pretty sure -- or at least hopeful -- that she knew what his thoughts were when she dropped the coat, then the night gown, and stood before him in nothing but her birthday suit. She lifted the blankets and crawled inside, leaving the bedding pulled back to reveal her shapely and welcoming body.

 

[Elvenoff1]

Tom stopped throwing things when Delal walked in, turned, and tied the flaps ties together just moments before she whimsically moved to his cot and proceed to undress in front of him. She then without hesitation slid into his cot. When she didn’t cover herself up, Tom drifted his gaze over to orbs, asking the unspoken words if she was sure about this. He wasn’t going to turn away for as he stated before he looks at what he likes, and he liked what he was looking at.

His gaze slowly moved from her gorgeous eyes to the slopes of her ample breasts. ’My god look how gorgeous she is!’ he exclaimed. His mind uttering what his eyes already perceived. His heart was pounding from the result of his gaze upon her. His mouth watered as he took in the appealing nipples, he wondered how it would feel sliding over his lips and flicked over by his tongue. He swallowed hard as the images of him suckling upon them played before his minds eye.

He felt his cock growing, He slowly pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side, and he watched her watching him. His chest was reacting to the results of his gazing across her body. He took in the ampleness of her breasts, the soft appearance of her skin, to the fine shape of her inner thigh. He was hungry for her. He unbuckled his pants and allowed them to fall, him being in a form of commando, His long, thick cock stood up and saluted the beauty that laid before it.

His cocktip jerked and bounced with the few steps that he had to take before reaching the edge of the cot. He looked at her for a moment before sliding into the cot with her. His hand reaching up to cup her cheek as he lightly pulled her lips to his. He kissed her lightly several times before pressing his lips to hers with a little more intensity.

His hand moved down from her cheek to her chin where he helped guide where he wanted to kiss her next at. Then slowly he made his way down her jawbone to the soft flesh of her nape. He suckled the skin into his hot mouth, where he lightly tasted her skin with his tongue. He then released her flesh before moving just a hair from his last spot and again brought her skin into his mouth where his tongue worshiped the captured skin. He moaned into the mauling of her nape. “Your so beautiful!” he whispered to her before biting her nape once more…

 

[Alice2015]

“Your so beautiful!”

"I've wanted this for so long," Delal whispered quickly, running her hands over Tom's back and shoulders, rolling her head as he nibbled at her neck. It felt so incredible, even more so that she'd ever imagined. She knew he'd been with other women before, and somehow Delal was appreciative for that. He would know how to treat her ... how to pleasure her ... how to make her feel a woman ... make her woman in and of itself. She whispered further, "I've wanted you for so long."

She maneuvered her knees until she had him between her parted thighs, slid her hands down to grasp his muscular butt cheeks. She pulled him into her groin, eager to have him fuck her, rocking her own buttocks to rub his shaft against her already wet flesh. Delal knew that she should have been ashamed of how she was acting. The Tribe had very strict traditions about sex, in and out of Life Commitment. And this was most definitely not approved within their culture, which was an amalgam of conservative and progressive concepts.

Delal should have been saving herself for either a man within the Tribe's population or for a man who paid a sizable dowry to take her from the Tribe. The former wasn't going to happen, of course. The tribe was down to fewer than 2 dozen members, with only 2 single males, one of which was twice Delal's age and hideous, the other of which was half her age yet already eying her as a future wife.

She was 20 years old now. It was time for her to be with a man, physically and emotionally. it had been time ... for a long time. Delal's mother had been 14 when she married her father, birthing Delal 40 weeks later; and even her father's current wife had been an elderly 16 when she began warming the man's bed. It had been time for far too long, but ... Delal had waited. She'd been waiting for Tom, even though she hadn't truly known so until just the last year or so.

And now she had him...

"Take me, Tom," she whispered softly, shifting her body in an effort to urge him to get inside her. "Take me ... make me a woman."

 

[Elvenoff1]

"I've wanted this for so long,"

"I've wanted you for so long."

These words would drive any man to their carnal desires with any woman. His mind went over the things he has heard coursing through the camp that they were an item. Even though it wasn’t the truth, well half-truth then, he couldn’t say that now for as far as he was concerned she was a taken woman now. He always enjoyed having her around but he couldn’t really say that he loved her, maybe he was infatuated with her but never in love, but that was going to change after this night for he now knows how she feels about him.

He moaned when she maneuvered herself so that he was squared with her, his heavy cock coming to rest upon her stomach as he was leaning down over her tasting her flesh. He smiled when he felt her hand grab his ass checks and pulled him into her. He could feel her wetness sliding up and down his shaft. Her heated juice set him on fire as the lust gripped his gut. He resumes tending to her nape but in a more animalistic fashion of softly biting her. Sucking the taunt skin into his mouth and rolling his tongue across her softness.

His cock was pressed deep into the crevice of her glistering folds. He could feel the hard nub stoking his shaft. He could hear her carnal desire to have him deep inside of her, he wanted that too, but he wanted this to be special he wanted to show a little love her way instead of just a fuck. He wanted to explore her body with his lips and tongue, to let her feel him as a man whom may want her for more than a quick fuck. He desired to know her body on the outside as well as in the inside. He was going to make love to her not a country fuck night.

He lowered his kissing from her nape down across her shoulder intimately kissing and licking across the bone then back the center of her chest where he slowly kissed and licked down from that point down between her wonderful orbs. His hands came up and cupped them. So that her nipple was offered to his hungry mouth as, he took one. His hot tongue swirled around it. Bringing the peak of her breasts to its fullness, He then gently bit into her flesh… His other hand was caressing her mound with his palm, slightly push his hand up toward the nipple when he closed his fingers at the top and captured her nipple with his fingers before giving them a lightly tug and twist to it.

He then moved his mouth across her valley and took that hard nipple into his mouth where he explored it with his tongue and teeth. His hand mimicking the same action to the now wet nipple. His hunger was obvious with his heavy breathing and the hungry way he fed upon her tits. He trembled with the wanting to take her but he wanted to explore her.

He kissed his way down from her breast. He licked over her taunt skin and kissed her abs when he crossed over them. His tongue tip swirled around her navel a few times before he continued to kiss her, licking her, he wanted to taste every inch of her. He continued to go down until he was at her shivering folds, he lowered his mouth to them and sucked them into his hot mouth. Where he cleansed them from her flowing nectar with this tongue. His hands coming down and scoping her ass into his hands and lifting and pulling her into his face. He began to rub the bridge of his nose across her swollen nub.. He love the taste and smell of her!

 

[Alice2015]

Delal had had her expectations of what was about to happen. Tom would force his swollen penis inside her, move it around until he ejaculated, then roll off her and fall asleep; after which she would sneak back to her father's wagon before the man realized she wasn't simply on watch duty with the Falcons. She'd seen and heard this more regularly in her family's wagon as the sexual relationship between her father and his wife staled, becoming less about mutual joy and more about simply relieving his stress.

That wasn't to be, however. Tom began making love to Delal, as opposed to simply fucking her. It was so surprising ... and so enjoyable. Every where he touched her, be it with fingers, lips, or tongue, sent shivers of pleasure through her being. Delal had touched herself, of course -- all women did, and she presumed all men did, too -- and she'd often driven herself to climax, leaving her body trembling throughout as she imagined the pleasure having come from Tom Nightland, Commander of the Fighting Falcons.

But Delal had never imagined it would feel like this, and when Tom's slipping down her body resulted in his lips pressing against the sensitive, wet folds between her thighs, in his tongue beginning to toy with the super-sensitive nub there, she couldn't help but snatch at his head with both hands and lift him from her, calling out, "Oh God, Tom...!"

She held him at bay for a long moment, her hands tight upon both temples as she her chest swelled up and down at the unexpected excitement he'd suddenly caused her. She stared into his eyes, the low light of the candle on his war desk flickering upon them magically. Delal didn't know what to do, how to proceed. Just a moment of his lips and tongue upon her pussy had told her she wasn't ready for this, that is was something for which she could never have prepared herself. Delal had before spied on her father with his head between his wife's thighs, but the woman's reaction had been muted in comparison to the near-shriek Delal had just released. Had they -- these two men who were so special and known to her in their own way -- been doing different things to that same place that the two woman presumably shared?

Delal dropped her head back to the pillow and stared up at the old tent's dirty top, contemplating what was to come next. If those first few seconds had felt that good ... and her own masturbations had resulted in that explosion ... what was Tom's work down there going to do to her...?

She looked at him one last time for a moment, seeing the questioning expression in his face ... then nodded to him and slowly pulled her hands up from his skull to her belly. As he returned to pleasuring her, Delal's movements became animated, she writhed atop the cot, moving with his pleasuring, and finally -- when she knew she could not contain her cries, she pulled the pillow out from under her head and crushed it into her face!

 

[Elvenoff1]

Soft hands grasped his head pulling him from the sweetness of Delal inner thigh, she called out his name as if he hurt her, but when he looked up into her eyes, what he saw was she in a state of rapture. She held him for a long moment before her head dropped back down to the pillow. His mind wondered if this wasn’t what she wanted, maybe she expected just the shove it in and wiggle it around until he shot his load. Nevertheless, he wasn’t that type of man and this was one of those moments that were special that needed to be cherished. He felt something with her ever since the river as if it was the awaking of him for her.

However, she looked at him for a moment then pulled her hands back to her stomach with a slight nod to her head. He smiled at her and kissed her stomach, then her navel, and then he sucked that swollen nub back into his mouth, rolled his tongue over it before moving down. The heat coming from her was amazing and the smell was nectar to him. He wanted to taste the sweetness that she had offered to him as he slowly pushed his tongue into her body. His tip explored all that it could, he scooped his tongue inside of her and wanted to draw all the nectar he bring out only to slide back in to explore more. He wanted every inch of her to be his, nothing to be left untouched by him. His hand moved up while he was exploring inside and began to flick and pinch that swollen nub. He even used his hand against her clit as if it was her hand pleasuring herself.

He continued to bing all that she was willing to give into his mouth just to plunge in deeper he pressed his mouth to her and extended his tongue as far as he could tasting her. When she bucked and jerked he slowly pulled out and began kissing his way back up to her. His cock jerking and throbbed something fierce, anticipating the feel of her pussy surrounding his cock. He looked down into he eyes before doing anything letting her know that she was something very special. He slowly lowered his hips into her. The mushroom tip separated her folds as they gave way for the penetrating spearhead. She was tight and he moaned as the head popped inside of her. He stopped to allow her to catch her breathe. He blew over his lips the sweet tension that his cock was getting as he rested just inside of her. His chest was heaving while his heart pounded in his ears. He moaned a deep growl as her muscles clenched around his hard shaft. Slowly he pushed deeper, “God, you’re tight!” Then it hit him like a brick wall. He was her very first! He looked down at her with his eye wide. He didn’t know if he should continue or pull out. He remembers the way she was humping him earlier telling him that she wanted him. He lowered his head and kissed her deeply and while he kissed her, he pushed his cock past her barrier… Claiming her soul to be his this very night. He slowly continued to push deeper into her until all of his cock was embedded into her pussy. He could feel her juice flowing around his girth.

He held himself there fully inside of her and slowly he began to jab into her with a slow rhythm. Her walls filled with his girth as he moans out to her. It had been so long that he has been with a woman he actually forgot how a women clenching onto him felt. He began to slowly rock himself in and out of her while still kissing her. Moaning into their kiss, His hip swayed driving him half way out before being pushed deep into her. He wanted this to last all night…

 

[Alice2015]

Tom drove Delal to a quick orgasm with his mouth, his skill upon her sensitive lips simply indescribable. She dug her heels into the cot's thin mattress, shoving her pussy into his mouth as she erupted in ecstasy, screaming into the pillow held to her face almost so tightly as to smother her. Delal had had orgasms before, but they'd never been anything like this! Her entire body trembled with delight ... and when Tom didn't stop working his mouth and tongue upon her clit and lips, she suddenly exploded yet a second time, just moments later.

Delal's chest rose and fell dramatically as she gasped, and only after she thought she could control her volume did she remove the pillow from her face. Tom kissed his way up her body. Her face was filled with an amazed and appreciative expression for the euphoria he'd caused in her. Delal had never imagined she could feel so amazing, and as their lips met, she pulled him tightly to her, not wanting him to ever leave her.

Then ... he entered her.

While Delal had toyed with her own clit -- often, and usually to fantasies of Tom -- she'd never inserted anything in her vagina. She'd never discussed how this happened with another woman -- her mother had died when she was young -- and Delal would never have discussed such a thing with her father's new wife -- so the pain of his seemingly gigantic cock intruding upon her apparently miniscule, tight hole was a shock to her. But ... she somehow knew that this was how it was supposed to feel, that Tom knew what he was doing, and that the pain he was causing her was ... incidental.

Delal buried her face into Tom's neck, kissing him between slight grunts or cries. She didn't stop him. She didn't even consider it. It'll go away, she told herself about the pain as he forced more and more of his length into her.

"God, you're tight," Tom whispered, kissing her.

He didn't ask Delal if he was hurting her. She wondered whether he knew, or whether he even cared. He CARES! her brain screamed. And Delal believed it. She knew Tom wouldn't intentionally hurt her. This had to be normal. Or ... maybe there was something wrong with her. Maybe she was doing something wrong. Delal tried to reposition herself, lowering then raising her knees, tightening then parting her thighs about Tom's body.

Nothing seemed to help, but once Tom was deep inside of her and began moving his penis back and forth within her, the pain began to wane and the pleasure returned. It felt both odd and wonderful to her, his cock sinking into her, touching her in ways she'd never considered. His male weapon felt huge within her, filling her. And once she was able to almost entirely ignore the continuing pain, Delal could feel his groin slamming against the pleasure button with which she herself had toyed so often over the years.

And while it felt good once again, Delal wouldn't cum from the intercourse. The mix of pain and pleasure was too ... confusing. She instead only grasped Tom's body and held him tightly, knowing that the grunting and moaning now coming from him meant that he was feeling the pleasure of her as she had of him.