War on a French Countryside

[AmbrosiaCaress]

(OOC: This story is CLOSED for ChrisWard and I)

~ she wiped the dirt from her hands... it was official now.. she was alone.. alone to try and keep the home.. and the farm.. together .. in the middle of the hell that is war.. she had just buried her younger brother.. He had barely turned 18 and already he was dead... shot... as he tried to defend her and their home.. thank the lord he had managed to kill the soldiers first.. 4 of them.. all dead... she had even buried them.. as much as she hated the germans.. she did not want bodies on her land.. not rotting bodies to attract attention.. so she buried them far out in the field.. in one grave.. her brother was given a place under the large willow tree.. a favorite spot for both of them... ever since they were young..

Emmaline wiped the tears from her eyes... she trying to keep hold of the emotions that threatened to overtake her.. she had to be strong.. she was no good to herself if she let herself break down... but... she was alone.. so very alone now... her Father had gone missing in the war... she was sure he was dead... but had no body to bury... no place to mourn.. and that weighed heavy on her... her mother had been gone for many years.. Emmaline was the woman of the house.. ever since she was 13.. she had taken care of her pappa... her brother.. and her cousin.... now her bother was dead.. as was her cousin.. he had been killed early in the war...shot down... dead.. never recovered... her fiance had also gone to war... He was buried under the same willow.. next to her brother's fresh grave... she still cried.. even tho it had been almost 6 months now since he had been killed.. she was just glad that they had returned his body to her... "Nathanial.. I miss you" she whispered to the other grave.. where a heart made of stone rested... it was just her now... she had no one...

She marked the new grave with a cross of stone.. and said a quiet prayer.. before turning away from the grave.. the sun was setting.. it would be night soon... she needed to get inside... and she hoped that those 4 germans were the only ones in the area...

The barn was locked up.. the animals secure.. and she returns to her home for the night... letting the emotions take hold.. she crying herself to sleep...

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Emmaline (Emma ) DeFluer
21 years old
shoulder length sable brown hair.. the color of warm chocolate...
Deep amber eyes
5'5"
120 pounds
Nice curves.. not overly top heavy... round hips and a gorgeous curve to her ass..
Virginal.. was to be married that summer.. but her fiance is now dead.. a casuality of war..

 

[ChrisWard]

BIO

Johan Webber
23 years old
dirty blonde hair…military cut
Blue eyes
6’
190 lbs.
A fit young soldier, tall and straight shouldered. Taken off a farm near Hamburg to serve in the Kaiser’s army. Has seen more than he had ever hoped to see in his life. Now cut off in enemy territory. Wants nothing more than to go home.

The foul and stinking trench had become a muddy home to the troop. The mud and the constant shelling, the rations and the cramped quarters a detested habit. Fifty percent of the day was passed in abject boredom and the other fifty- percent in stark terror. Men broke into deadly quarrels over nothing at all. Others broke down in tears for no immediate reason. Many men simply broke physically. He thought that he could hate nothing as much as this cursed trench. For six months he had lived, no subsisted here.

Then to his chagrin Sergeant Schmidt had sloshed through the trench tapping four men on the shoulder. “You are to come with me,” he spat. “The five of us are going on a commando raid into the country side beyond their trench. Command wants to know about the roads and bridges beyond the trenches. As if we will ever move from this godforsaken hellhole. We go tonight. No moon. We reconnoiter and return tomorrow night. Return, that’s a laugh.”

Johan slunked back against the trench wall when the sergeant left. None of his fellows had returned from one of these sorties and he, for the first time in his short life felt affection for the trench. He wrote letters home to his dad to his girl and hardest of all to his mom. She was French born and the war had torn her to pieces and subjected her to much maltreatment at home. She had lost her first son and now her second was on a suicide mission. He couched all his terms in brave non-challant language. But he knew of her famous intuition.

Getting behind the lines was surprisingly easy. They found a break in the British embankment and were in enemy territory with no fuss and no fighting. Schmidt slit the throat of a French farmer who was bringing in two skinny cows and gave the clothing to Johan. “ You speak perfect French. That’s why you’re here. Work your way into town gather as much information as you can and meet us in those far fields in the afternoon. We will secure some farms and send out a party.

When Johan returned, they were gone. He waited for two hours. Then hid himself in a nearby barn. He hid as a beautiful young girl fed the animals and locked the barn. He was too terrified to notice too much about her. That night he would find out how many of them were in the house and try to find some food.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Emma woke up in the middle of the night.. she was unsure why.. maybe because she was alone and heard every creak.. every slight sound.. the old house made... she missed her brother.. her dreams had been filled with images of him...

She slips out of bed.. peering out the 2nd floor window into the darkness.. now.. now that she was awake.. all she heard was silence.. not even the distant sounds of battle that sometimes came to her on the breeze.. what would she do if the battle came here? That was a worry she did NOT want to think about...

Her bare feet silent on the floor... she makes her way out into the hall.. carrying a candle for the light.. her nightgown dancing against her form as she moved... hair falling wildly down about her shoulders.. it was getting a bit long... her brother had always trimmed it for her.. who would do it now??

Once in the kitchen.. she set the candle down.. and opens the icebox.. getting herself a glass of milk.. taking a sip.. she suddenly gets a chilling feeling... that spooky feeling that someone is watching her.. the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end... ~

 

[ChrisWard]

Johan had scouted the house carefully after jimmying the window into the storage cellar. He had devoured some carrots, and turnips to ease his gnawing stomach. He slipped off his thick soled boots drew his knife and had stealthily tiptoed his way through the entire house. He had seen only one bed occupied and was summoning the courage to return to that room and dispatch with the body...... Sgt Schmidt would have reprimanded him for not doing it immediately...... when he heard foosteps on the stairs.

He ducked quickly behind the kitchen door and spied a gorgeous young woman
her nightgown clinging to and revealing a sumptuous body. He knew she was the only one in the house so he allowed himself the luxury of admiring her firm ass as she poured and drank a glass of milk.

Johan had been nearly a year without leave and without the comfort of a woman touch or even a beautiful woman to behold. Her flowing hair and delicate shoulders , the outline of her form had an immediate effect upon his cock.

The girl then stiffened and froze. He knew that she sensed his presence and he must act. Act now. He sprang at her back. A hand clasped over her mouth and the commando blade rested on her throat.

In perfect French he spoke. "If you move. If you utter a word. I will kill you."
His still erect cock pressed against the firmness of her ass and the scent from her hair invaded his hungry nostrils.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"If you move. If you utter a word. I will kill you."

~ the milk glass slips from her fingers and shatters in the sink as she is grabbed... the hand silencing her scream.. a blade resting to her throat... the french was perfect.. except He had a German accent... Oh GOD.. It had to be a German Soldier.. one her brother had missed..

Her eyes were wide and frightened.. as she processes in her mind what He said... she gave the barest of nods.. screaming .. she realized .. would not help her.. there was not another farm within a mile.. her only hope if she did scream was that a army platoon or at least someone hiking nearby would hear her.. and that was one change in thousands as far as she was concerned..

Her body trembled against Him... she could feel His chest.. against her back.. the slow rise and fall of His breathing.. she felt something pressing to her ass.. and prayed it was not what she thought it was.. His breath was harsh in her ear...

Closing her eyes.. she tries to relax a little.. trying to get ahold of her panic as she felt Him relax His hold.. but not let go.. not yet... but at least He had understood her nod.. ~

 

[ChrisWard]

It had been two nights since he had slept properly. He dragged her to the ice box and poured the jug of milk greedily down his throat .The cold liquid ran down his chin and onto her back. He stuffed a huge wedge of cheese into his mouth then shoved a half loaf of bread between his teeth. He would eat that up stairs after he took care of the girl.

He hauled her up the stairs. She kept pace carefully incase he slit her throat by accident. When they were in the bedroom he considered killing her. Sgt. Schmidt would have done it without question. He could not do it. He knew he could never do it. Perhaps if she were escaping. He was a farmer himself and there was something so reassuring, so much like home in this place.

Instead he clasp his hand tighter round her mouth and applied pressure with the knife. "Tear the sheet into strips he commanded." She complied, fearing for her life. He first tied a gag round her mouth using one of the strips. Next he bound her hands together then affixed them to the headboard. he did the same to her feet and tied them to the footboard.

He looked at her. He could discern a dark triangle between her legs and the material of her nightgown clung to her legs and accentuated her protruding pussy. She had athletic breasts. The type of breasts Johan had always admired it a girl. He reached down and took one of her breasts in his hand. He fondled it gently and toyed with the idea of raping the beauty helpless before him. He could not do it. The others would have, of that he was sure.
Perhaps he was too tired. Perhaps tomorrow.

Instead, he lay down beside her, pressed his body to her warmth his long cock against her thigh his arm across her breasts and his head nestled in her neck. Did she imagine it or had she felt a tear slide down to her shoulder.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ It was obvious He was hungry.. thristy.. as He drags her over to the icebox.. spilling the milk down her shoulders and back as He greedily drank... He still holding her aginst Him.. knife to her throat... she stayed quiet for the moment.. not wanting to anger Him.. or even startle Him as He picked out bread and cheese..her mind was numb.. after watching her brother die.. burying him.. and now.. this... a moment later His hand has back over her mouth again.. and she was being dragged from the kitchen..

Why hadn't He killed her yet.. she had to wonder.. she had heard the stories.. about the brutal germans.. and she got a chill in the pit of her stomache.. rape... he was going to rape her first and then kill her... oh gods.. and she was a virgin... she felt the tears well up in her own eyes.. sliding down her cheeks in a warm wet path...

He indeed did take her upstairs..

"Tear the sheet into strips"

She did as He commanded... ripping the sheet into long slender strips... it was this He used to gag her.. and bind her to the bed...

"He's going to rape me.. oh gods... what do I do" she frantically thought to herself.. as His eyes roamed down over her prone form.. she was quivering... her chest rising and falling slowly with her breathing... heart pounding.. When He reached down to fondle her breast.. she tries to cry out behind the gag.. but all that came from her lips was a muffled moan... her eyes looking up at Him.. scared.. begging... defenseless.. she shook her head weakly... and He actually did withdraw His hand.. she had no idea what He was thinking.. but it was obvious something was going thru His mind as He stared at her..

He ate the bread He had brought up.. then laid down beside her in the softness of her bed... nuzzling against her throat.. His body pressed to hers.. He did not try to strip her... and only loosened His belt and shirt before laying down.. His arm draping over her..

As she lay there with this .. strange.. German soldier against her... her own tears wet her cheeks.. and she swore.. she felt one of His... against her skin.... she wondering if she were imagining things...

The night wore on.. His deepening breathing told her He had fallen asleep... she could not move... tied tightly to the bed... but she worked at the gag in her mouth.. pushing at it with her tongue.. working with her lips.. He had not tied it as tight as He could have.. not as tight as what bound her wrists and ankles... It took her the better part of the rest of the night... but she got the gag out of her mouth... it falling down around her throat.. she took a deep needed breath... and she did not scream... again that would only be pointless and this she knew...

As dawn broke.. the sun rising.. tendrils of light filtering into the room...she was staring at the ceiling.. her mind thinking... she had not slept..

She felt Him stir... and whispers in her soft french accented voice... "it's dawn.. Soldier"....

her eyes look to Him as He slowly gains consciousness.. the sunlight was just beginning to illuminate the room... and He could get a good look at her in that light.. ~

 

[ChrisWard]

Her rich brown hair shone in the morning light and her amber eyes rivaled the rising sun he thought as he looked at this maiden in the first light of day. He would have wooed her relentlessly were she in his village he thought. In the haze between sleep and awake he spoke to her. “What do they call you?” He asked

Emmaline she breathed in the same magical voice he had heard as he awoke.

He was amazed that a voice could touch him that deeply. Was it his mothers language that touched him. Was it the absence of female company . Was it the particular charm of this woman. The curve of her hips, the sope of her stomach, the petite upturned breasts, all grasped his heart.

He took her face in his hands and kissed her. He kissed her like he believed his last kiss. She was tied down and was surprised first by the impetuousness of his decision and then with the ardour and length of the kiss. He stopped , looked deeply into her eyes and repeated the kiss. This time as he kissed her his hand went to her right breast. With his thumb he traced and massaged her nipple and with his fingers he gently kneaded her breast.

Just as quickly, obviously battling with himself he leapt up and stormed out of the room, muttering in German.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“What do they call you?”

~ She allowed herself to look at her captor... she was glad He was asking her name.. that made her less of an "object" and more of a person to Him... at least she hoped...

"Emmaline.. " she breathed.. her voice as soft as a the fleeting touch of butterfly wings... "may I ask by what name You are called?"

He did not answer.. at least not at first... He was staring at her.. her eyes meeting His... then.. she was shocked when He grasped her face.. gentle... His touch was amazingly gentle.. and kissed her... she was caught in mid gasp.. His lips pressed to hers... His tongue slipping within her mouth... her tongue touching.. entwining with His.. she unable to control what was happening.. the kiss passionate .. something she had not shared with anyone since... Nathanial.. almost a year ago.. just before He went to war...

When He pulled back.. she was gasping slightly... her eyes lidded.. yet finding His as He stared deeply within hers... She was just as surprised with the 2nd kiss.. deeper.. more passion-laced than the first.. His hand finding and resting upon her breast.. she arching under HIm.. squirming.. struggling... trying to pull back.. away.. anything..a whimper escaping her.. her nipple swelling to a peak as His thumb glides over... "nooo" she tries to whimper.. silenced by His kiss....

A moment later and He was off the bed... His demeanor changing.. He storming away... cursing in German.. at least she thought He was cursing.. leaving her tied to the bed... she did not even know His name to call to Him... to beg Him not to leave her bound like this...

She struggles against the sheets tying her down... arching..writhing.. squirming... calling out finally "please... please do not leave me here like this... please... "

 

[ChrisWard]

Johan stormed down the stairs and threw himself into a chair beside a long wooden kitchen table. He placed his head in his hands and thought. What a fool you are Johan. She would kill you at once if she had the chance. She would kill you or she would galdly run to the nearest farm and they would come and kill you. Is that what you want? Then you kiss her like a lover. Rape her if you need a woman. Rape her or kill her. Either one. Either is acceptable in wartime. Both are acceptable. But you - you would fall in love with her....Don't kid yourself that it is because of your mother. She would not lose both her sons if she had the choice.

He thumped around the kitchen building. Chomping on more bread and continuing his argument with himself. She is alone on a big farm like this family either lost or killed by Germans. You are a hated enemy. She would place a dagger between your shoulder blades on first opportunity. You can never let her free if you do it will be a day or two at most; when you let your guard down - and she will be gone or you will have a pichfork in your chest.

Go up there. Rape her if you long for her so much. Then for God's sake be a soldier and kill her. That is what soldiers are meant to do.

He heard her calling from the room. Pleading with him. Begging. "Not to be left like this"

He climbed the stairs and re entered the bedroom.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Emmaline

~ She heard Him.. down in the kitchen.. His stomping around... she wondered if He were trashing the place.. she pulled in vain on the sheets binding her... altho her wrist was loosening.. she could not pull free.. not yet..

What would she do if she got free? Kill him.. no.. no.. she could not do that.. she was not a killer.. was she???.. He was german.. He was the enemy...but.. one thing she did not want was blood on her hands... not blood shed by herself.. she could run.. but the nearest farm was just over a mile away... and who knows if anyone was still there.. if germans had gotten as far as her farm.. they could easily be already at that farm.. they could all be dead..

Why wasn't she dead... or at least raped.. she wondered again to herself... she was GLAD he had shown mercy on her.. but as she heard Him thumping up the stairs.. and saw Him emerge back into the room... she wondered if that was about to change.. He had a far away look in His eyes... a look that scared her....

"please... mercy" she mumered in french... then she said it in german.. what little she knew... "please.. don't hurt me"

 

[ChrisWard]

He approached her quickly he would maintain his resolve. He threw back her night gown. He would rape her first. There he saw her gorgeous garden of love. She worked her thighs back and forth which only enhanced the beauty of her exposed cunt. Her cries and pleading were pitiful daggers in his heart.

He placed his hand over her mouth. He could hear no more. He peeled back the nightshirt further and there were her angelic breasts animated by her twisting and writhing. His cock raged in his trousers, screaming at him to fuck her. Do it now.

Instead thoughts of his mother, his sister, his myriad frienships, stolen kisses, held hands, the girls in his village. He fell on his knees and rested his cheek on her heaving stomach: the flesh incredibly soft and warm. "I can't do it." He lamented. He removed his hand from her mouth. "I can't do it." His hand rested on her exposed breast and he stroked it delicately." I can't do it."

He was on the verge of tears. Then he kissed her navel as he had her mouth last night, deeply, passionately, exploringly. He did this three times. She spoke throughout this but he heard nothing. His lingering kisses and ministrations over, he again stormed out of the rooom. Leaving Emmaline tied to the bed with her nightgown gathered up around her neck and her nakedness an open book.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Her eyes widened as He stormed across the room.. It seemed He did not even hear her words.. her pleadings for mercy...

He pulling up her nightgown.. "Don't.. please" she manages to say before His hand slaps down over her mouth.. His eyes staring.. her own staring back at Him.. He was going to do it.. He.. He was going to rape her... tears flooded her eyes... gliding down her cheeks.. to wet the fingers of His hand that silenced her..

She tried to fight.. writhing.. struggling on the bed.. her body arching up as she yanked at the bindings.. moaning under His hand.. trying to say something.. anything that would stop him...

the nightgown was pushed further up... exposing her breasts.. she closed her eyes then... shaking against the bed...

When He came down to His knees beside where she was bound... laying His head to her soft belly... her eyes snapped open... she was still trembling... He surely could feel the fear that was racing thru her... taking a deep gasping breath as He removed His hand from her mouth... for a moment she said nothing.. staying silent.. until His hand came to rest upon her exposed breast.. His touch again was gentle.. tender... His thumb gliding over the now swelling nipple.. she hissing in her breath.. trying to fight the pleasurable sensations that one small motion caused her... she remembered Nathanial.. He used to love just stroking her nipples so tenderly... and watching her reactions to that intimate touch...

"I can't do it."

Those words quieted her for a moment... He was not going to rape her... thank the angels...

"please .. tell me your name" she again implored.. but His answer was only to kiss her delicate belly button... the feel of His lips against such a spot was electric.. and she found herself moaning under her breath...
"please... what.. what are you going to do with me"

Again.. no answer.. Just the exploring kisses to her naval.. before He was off the bed and storming from the room.. leaving her exposed..

"NO.. don't GO" she yelled... in German....

 

[ChrisWard]

Johan had to go outside, to breath to feel the soil, the animals. He needed to farm again if only in self-delusion. To feel normal again. He had grown to detest the senseless slaughter of the war and now he could not perform what was the soldier’s duty. Kill the enemy. Report back to his battalion. But that girl. But Emmaline. He spoke the name aloud. Again. Emmaline.

She had bewitched him. He closed his eyes and pictured her in her marvelous nakedness. He once again felt the warm pliant flesh of her belly and of her breasts. He must go out into the farm and clear his head.

He again trounced up the stairs. Emma had chosen her parent’s room for herself both for the comforting memories it held and its down filled softness. Without daring to look at the girl he found some of her father's clothing and unabashedly stripped naked before her. His body was lean, young and athletic, his ass tight and his cock and balls were proportioned to his body.
The war had removed any shame he ever felt about strolling around naked.

He dressed himself in the French farmer’s practical clothing: a little short at the arms and legs but not to be noticed from a distance. He jammed his pistol in the overall pocket. If a farmer who knew the family saw him, then he would have to use it.

The girl was trying to make contact with him. In order to make it harder for him to kill or rape her. When he was dressed he approached her again. He stared down at her loveliness. Her sleek body again called to him. He pulled her nightshirt down to cover her nakedness. It was done with the tenderness she evoked in him.

"Johan," he spoke and looked her in those hypnotic yellow eyes." My name is Johan." He could trust himself with no more than that and left her.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Again.. the thudding of His boots told her He was coming... she was silent now.. as she watched Him enter the room.. but He did not come to the bed.. to her.. instead He started rummaging thru her father's clothing.. "Don't" she cried... those were precious to her.. her last connection to her father.. but He did not listen.. and a moment later He was stripping naked before her..

What was He doing????? ... her eyes widen as she watches Him... in His nakedness... the man was magnificent.. as most soldiers were... in near perfect shape... but that was not what made her gasp.. when He had finished changing into her father's farmer's clothing.. He had turned to her and told her His name...

Johan...

It was the look she saw.. deep in His blue eyes.. he was german.. he was the enemy.. yet somewhere deep in those eyes she saw beyond that... He did not have that... killing look that she had seen before.. other soldiers had been there.. they had been killed by her brother... before this particular band of soldiers had happened upon the small farm... Her brother had soooo detested the Germans and the war.. that He had tortured several He had caught.. and even during that torture... Emmaline had seen the Killer in their eyes.. that horrible.. evil glint... she did not see that in Johan's eyes.. at least not at this moment..

He gently pulled down the nightgown to cover her.. and left the room without another word...

Sighing... Emmaline went back to working her wrists in the grasp of the sheets.. looser.. they were getting looser.. She heard the door downstairs slam as He went outside..

Shaking her head.. she wondered what He were thinking.. why had He not done what she knew.. most other soldiers would have... raped her viciously and then killed her.. Then again.. why was she not screaming at the top of her lungs for help.. or... kicking and screaming and fighthing.. she honestly did not know quite why... perhaps she was as lonely as He was...

It was hours later.. He had not returned.. altho she heard Him outside.. chopping wood.. among other things.. she finally.. with a grunt of relief.. got the sheets off from around her wrists... she was free within moments...

Quietly.. she got off the bed.. the first thing she did was put on more proper clothing.. her usual outfit .. a simple farmer's dress... in a soft flower pattern.. she pulling back her hair into a pony tail...

Now what was she going to do? Her options were to run... but she had a feeling that would only get her killed...either by Him.. or someone worse... She could attack and kill Him.. but in her eyes.. THAT was not an option... at least not at the moment.. Maybe.. Maybe she can get Him to just leave.. and leave her alone... maybe..

She snuck quietly downstairs.. in bare feet..her steps silent.. She could still hear Him outside.. He would not be happy that she was free.. and was afraid that maybe He would kill her for that simple reason.. but no.. she hoped there was more to Him than that... her life now depended on it..

She steps out onto the porch... He was again chopping wood.. as if the action were a release of pent up frustration or anger....

"Johan" she did not say it too loud.. but loud enough for Him to hear... ~

 

[ChrisWard]

Johan froze the axe over his head ready for another precise blow.The mounting pile of kindling attested to his skill at this chore. He thumped the axe into the chopping block and turned to face Emmaline. Why had she not taken off across the fields? Why had she not sunk a butcher's knife in his back. He did not know. Just as he did not understand his feelings for her.

He approached her then sat down on the stoop turning his back to her. He spoke in a plaintive far away voice. "I love farming. I am a farmer and a farmers son who was also a farmers son....... Today I held dirt in my hands again, my hands were dirty from soil not dirty from the immoral stench of war.
I milked and fed the cows. I fed the sheep in the pasture. I bundled some hay and I felt like Johan Webber again. Not corporal Webber. Just Johan Webber."

"I will never go back. If I am hunted down by French, British, German, I will run into the fields. They can shoot me in the back but I will die in an honest field not in an unnatural trench."

He had no idea what to do with her. He wanted her so. He wanted the farm and the life of a farmer. He wished she were his young wife and that they were normal. That everything was normal.

In a flash of inspiration he took her hand and began to walk her towards the barn. "The stalls need mucking badly and one is in dire need of repair. After we get that done water needs to be drawn for the livestock and there is much weeding to be done. No one rests while the sun shines on a farm." He attempted to sound matter of fact. Normal. Normal.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ She watched Him pause.. for the briefest of moments she thought He was going to turn and throw the axe at her... but He did not.. instead it sunk into the wood.. and He turned toward her...

As He was asking questions in His own mind... she was asking questions in hers... Why did He not throw the axe at her.. why did He not charge her.. grab her... bind her again...

"I love farming. I am a farmer and a farmers son who was also a farmers son....... Today I held dirt in my hands again, my hands were dirty from soil not dirty from the immoral stench of war.
I milked and fed the cows. I fed the sheep in the pasture. I bundled some hay and I felt like Johan Webber again. Not corporal Webber. Just Johan Webber."

She listened to His words as He sat on the stoop before her.. she had backed to the wall... just watching Him.. gods... He was handsome... and she felt something deep inside .. something she had not felt since Nathanial... she felt desire... desire for the enemy??!!!?? what was she.. NUTS !!!???? ... but she could not help that feeling that seemed to linger deep inside her... It had been so long since she felt the touch of a man... of Nathanial.. when Johan had.. had... kissed her... touched her... it awakened something inside her...

"I will never go back. If I am hunted down by French, British, German, I will run into the fields. They can shoot me in the back but I will die in an honest field not in an unnatural trench."

Never go back??? what.. what did that mean.. He .. He wanted to stay HERE?? ...

He was grabbing her hand... pulling her along.. speaking about mucking the stalls.. repairs that had to be made...
Water and feed for the animals...

She found herself going along with Him.. It kept Him from hurting her.. not that He would.. she thought maybe He actually would not... but at least He was letting her do something.. and she did need help now that her brother was gone... Niether of them had had any chance to do repairs and routine maintenance lately... it seemed they were under attack all the time...

under attack..

what if another regiment of soldiers came.. would he.. would he turn on her..

shaking her head.. she could not think of that at the moment.. she would do as He wished and get some of the work done that was needed ....

They worked for the better part of the afternoon.. repairing.. cleaning... getting everything done that needed to be done... it reminded Emmaline of the better days .. before the war had reached her farm.. when she worked with her father and brother.. and Nathanial...

But what of Johan... she watched Him for a moment as He fed one of the cows... He stroking the animal's neck tenderly...it looked as if He were whispering to the beast..
What would happen if more soldiers came..
what would happen if french soldiers came.. that had happened a couple of times... they coming by to check on her... altho... she had never been alone when they had.. she got the awful feeling at one time.. that had she been alone it would have been THEM she would need to worry about... her brother had saved her on those occassions...

The sun was just begining to hang low in the sky... she finished what she was doing in the stall... putting down a new bed of hay... setting the pitchfork aside... she steps out of the barn... Johan was gathering and placing the firewood on the porch...

"are... are you hungry? I can make us something" she quietly says... not wanting to startle Him.. she was starving... ~

 

[ChrisWard]

Johan’s back and arms ached from the days labour. He had become soft he laughed at himself. He had lived a day penned in heaven. The war seemed a distant memory as he concentrated on chore after chore. Familiar chores, chores he was born to perform. He had often stopped to admire and wonder at Emmaline. Her floral print dress clung to her body as she worked; the slope of her stomach, the curve of her hip, the sensuous silouette of her breast, her slender shoulders each caused unbearable longings deep in his body.

She worked like a farm girl. Steady, focused, intense. That was her he thought….steady…focused….intense. He had seen nothing worthy in months, nothing real in years. And, this beauty embodied all he had lost. “I love her.” He thought and felt better for having admitted it to himself. “I love her.”

"are... are you hungry? I can make us something" he heard her speak as he stacked wood on the porch. He turned and smiled at her for the first time. Such a straightforward question. So normal. He longed to sweep her up and kiss her for it. He ached to tell her he loved her. That it was absurd and ridiculous but he did not care. He loved her.

“I’m as hungry as a farm boy.” He replied, and followed her into the house.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ He smiled... and she saw that His smile lit up His entire face...

“I’m as hungry as a farm boy.”

Those words made her smile.. she remembering her brother .. and Nathanial.. often saying.. "I'm as hungry as a old farm hand"...

She went into the house as He followed... she was filthy.. and pauses just as she is walking into the kitchen... turning into the bathing chamber... in there she washes her hands thoroughly.. then her face... shaking out her dark hair before gliding slender fingers thru it and pulling it back once more.. into a loose pony tail tied with a bit of pink ribbon...

Emerging .. she makes her way to the kitchen.. while Johan went into the bathing chamber...

When He reappears... she is at the stove... mixing some stew she had from the day prior... she added some fresh vegtables.. stirring it as it heated over the open flame.... she set some bread to warming.. and got out some fresh honey... she sliced up some fresh tomatos.. one of her favorite things... It was not long before the meal was ready...

"sit" she whispers to Johan... and as He does.. she sets the food in front of Him... a heaping bowl of stew... warm bread.. honey... and tomatoes... a glass of cold well water to top it off...
"I hope You find it... pleasing" she says to Him.. before getting herself a smaller helping of the same dinner...

She was still wondering what was up with this particular German soldier who had proclaimed He was going to "stay"...

"I... please... Johan... I need to know what you are going to do.. how.. how did you come to be here... and why... have you not... " she stopped at that moment.... no.. she did not need to know why he chose NOT to rape or kill her... He still might for all she knew..
She looked at Him again... and she felt that licking of desire deep inside.. why was she feeling that... what was going on??? She got up suddenly and turned away.. walking to the sink.. the same place where He had snuck up on her and put a blade to her throat.. she was shaking... and trying to stop the quivering.. but it was not working... the darkness outside had creeped over the farm.. that did not help her confusion and fear.. and that deep desire that just would not fade... ~

 

[ChrisWard]

Johan came up behind Emmaline. She stood close to where she had stood only one day ago. Close to where he had first seen her. So much the same, yet, oh so different he thought. Could his life have changed so much in twenty-four hours. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her waist and pulled her back into him. He rested his chin on the top of her head shuddering at the feel of her.

"They took me from my home, from my farm, conscritpted to fight a war I did not understand. I was initially caught up in a rush of patriotic enthusiasm yet that soon waned. The privation the killing, I detested the chaos, the senseless death, the waste.

My mother is French and she spoke her beloved language to us all our lives. Learn as many languages as you can. She would say. I could never hate the French as the others did because of her. I soon sickened of the propaganda."

As he spoke he held her close and swayed back and forth. He tried to sound matter-of-fact but his emotions welled through.

"I was sent two nights ago on a raid, lost my fellows and found your barn. I also found you. There is no use in subterfuge Emmaline. But you are the only good thing the only real thing I have seen since I left my farm. This is the life I am meant to live. I will not return to the trenches. To that hell on earth. Today was heaven for me. And ridiculous as it must sound to you Emmaline. I love the life here." He turned her around. "I love the land." He took her face in his hand." Emmaline, I love you." He kissed her passionately.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ She had not even heard Him when He got up and came up behind her... but as His arms slipped around her... she leans back into Him... into HIs embrace.. the embrace of the enemy... that was what He was...right????... right????
No.. He was not.. not to her.. not at this moment.. His body felt so good against hers... it had been so long since she was held at all.. let alone like this...

She listened to His story.. and as He spoke.. she realized that He was not all that unlike her own Brother.. Lover... Father... All had been simple farmers.. ripped from home.. forced into war.. the only reason her brother was back at the farm was because He had run from His unit to come back to her and protect her.. Johan was just like them.. He only wanted to go home again... and that was impossible.. so.. this was about to become... home...

The soldiers He spoke of.. that had come on the raid.. had been the ones her brother had killed before he himself had been killed... had Johan shot her brother... she shook her head slightly.. no.. no... she would not think that way... no...

"I love the life here." He turned her around. "I love the land." He took her face in his hand." Emmaline, I love you."

She looked up and into His eyes.. a bit taken by surprise by His words... but not by His kiss... her desire came bubbling to the surface.. and when He kissed her... she opened to Him... her lips parted... she reaching up to wrap her own arms around Him... their tongues met.. and tasted of each other's mouths... she closing her eyes... lost in the passion laced connection she was making with this... german... she was sooo lonely.. and had been for soo long.. and Johan just seemed to touch something inside her.. something.. someplace.. only Nathanial had reached.. she had felt it the moment she really looked at Him... even tho she had been tied to the bed...
She rocked against His body... moaning into the kiss..before she was finally able to pull back slightly.. breaking the contact... gasping...

"Johan" she whispers... her lips and breath so close to His.. "is .. is this right... ?" She was confused.. He was the enemy... yet... her desire for Him was fully engulfing her now... her heart pounding... she was trembling.. more in want than fear... "Is.. is it right that... that I want You?" she lifting her eyes to His... ~

 

[ChrisWard]

“I know the war is wrong. I know the hatred is wrong. I know the killing is wrong.” He looked earnestly into her eyes and was struck with wonder at her verbal and physical response to him. He fell into her eyes as he answered.
“I don’t care if the world thinks we are wrong. I believe the world is wrong. You Emmaline are the only good thing that I have experienced in ages. I know how I feel and I want to feel this way.” He kissed her more passionately than ever their bodies writhed together as they kissed; feeling, exploring, the newness of the other.

Her hand worked the nape of his neck and his left hand kneaded her back while his right caressed her shapely cheeks. He reached up and undid her ponytail such that her rich brown hair fell about her shoulders.

“I have experienced a lifetime today my Emmaline. Working the farm. Falling and falling for my Emmaline. I was real today. Love me my Emmaline and we will forget time. Forget the world. Forget the war.”

“We are a world unto ourselves. The world has gone crazy and we are sane. Love and tenderness are sane. I need sanity so much my Love. Come, with me. Make love to me.” Johan walked to the stairs, turned back and held out his hand to her.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ gods.. His words made sense... His body felt so good to her... His eyes called to her... His touch sent waves of desire erupting thru her... His kiss... His kiss set her on fire..

She watched His eyes when He spoke... the eyes always told the truth.. and what she saw in His blue gaze was the truth to His words... He was not a soldier at heart.. He was not a killer... he was nothing more than a farmer.. like her.. like Nathanial had been...

As He spoke He loosened her hair.. and with the slightest shake of her head she felt it fall down about her shoulders... she let her walls fall around her in that moment.. she wanted to be with Him... she did not know why.. she only knew that she needed to be with Him..

He stepped back from her.. a hand offered as He stood at the bottom of the stairs..

"Come, with me. Make love to me.”

her heart was pounding.. her skin flush with heat... she stepped to Him... curling her fingers into His grasp.. nodding to His words... "yes... Johan... yes" she whispered... following Him up the stairs.. the the same room.. the same bed... He had tied her down to...

She was not expierenced with men.. not at all.. Nathanial had been the only other who had ever touched her... and even He had never touched her as Johan already had.. she looked up at the german soldier... trembling slightly...

"I ... am a virgin .. Johan"... She felt the need to tell Him this... she needed Him to be gentle.. to guide her... she wanted Him.. that much she knew... "I was to be married this summer... until... " she stopped there.. "please... be gentle" she begged Him quietly as she felt His arms go around her... her body again pressing to His.. head resting to His chest.. ~

 

[ChrisWard]

Her head rested on his chest and she implored him to be gentle. He rocked her back and forth feeling her frail body next to his. I don’t know why I can tell this to you my Emmaline but I too have never had complete sex. The soldiers dragged me twice to a brothel. “Lets get the bumpkin laid.” They laughed. We got drunk and they spirited me off. But I sat on the bed and could only talk to the girl. I paid her and pleaded with her to pretend that we had…….. done it. That happened twice. With the same girl. We are both children my Emmaline, but I burn for you and we will both lead each other.”

He kissed her earnestly and looking gin her eyes, he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it to the floor. He did the same with the rest of his clothing and he stood naked and erect before her. She responded by reaching her hands behind herself and undoing her dress. She dropped it to the floor then continued to strip before him. They held each other at arms length drinking in each other’s nudity. They then pressed into each other. Her breasts caressed his naked skin and he gasped for breath. He had never felt this splendour in his life. His cock erect and throbbing stood straight and demanding between them pressing into her soft and subtle belly. They writhed and slid passionately against each other.

Their hands explored each other’s back and kneaded the cheeks of each other’s ass. He again held her at arms length. “My God, Emma, you are lovely.” Adoringly he covered her precious mound with his hand, then he bent to kiss her nippples. “My precious Emmaline,” he sighed.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ His body against hers felt sooo good... sooo right... even tho in her mind... deep in her mind.. she could hear her brother.. her father... her lover... all admonishing her.. what was she doing... HE WAS THE ENEMY....

But she could not stop... she did not want to stop... She felt His hands on her.. on her naked flesh.. touching.. caressing.. not hurting her.. He had not hurt her even as He had pressed the blade to her throat..

Their lips met... parted... tongues entwining.. her soft moans vibrating over His lips .. she undulated against Him.. swaying... His arms holding her... skin upon skin.. the heat building between them..

“My God, Emma, you are lovely. My precious Emmaline,”

His words melted her heart... She cast aside the doubts that were running rampant in her mind.. she cast aside the voices of her brother... father.. and Nathanial... All she could hear.. see.. feel.. was Johan...

"Johan" she whispers as the kiss breaks... "I want to feel You... inside me... please... " she had never wanted something more than she did this... at this very moment..
She lifts her shining eyes to His... her fingers touching HIs cheeks in a tender caress... a caress of trust... of desire.. of need.... "please".....