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Advance Wars DS - Kindling Hawke	By : Streti Category: +A through F > Advance Wars Views: 3249 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Well, I said there should be more straight AW smut, and I was finally able to write something myself. Great games, needless to say, and deserving of more stories. If you have an idea, do write!
Advance Wars Dual Strike

Kindling Hawke by Streti, thestreti@gmail.com

His muscles strained a little from pushing the bar up from his chest again, and the small sheen of sweat on his skin reminded of itself, apparently gaining a little more volume.
"Ever the dutiful commander, aren't you? If not drafting strategies on your free time, seeing to your physical fitness."
Hawke pushed the weights up one last time onto the handles and sat up to see what Kindle had in mind.
"Besides, aren't you supposed to have someone with you when lifting those?" she asked.
"Not when there's so little."
Kindle looked at the number of weights stacked on the bar, and it didn't seem like little to her. She couldn't have lifted them, but Hawke looked like he had only barely broken a sweat. His tank top, hugging his muscled upper body, looked dry.
Hawke had already taken note of Kindle's casual air. She was leaning against the doorframe, bending her head a little and letting her full lips pout. A little earlier, she had dyed her hair turquoise, and the result was surprisinly fitting. She wasn't wearing her usual blackish or dark grey dress either, but a light grey, silvery one. The light tone somehow managed to highlight her curves, especially her round behind, standing out from the slim yet womanly curve of her upper body...
With a little shake of his head, Hawk told himself not to get distracted, especially with her. "What is it that you came her for?" he inquired.
"I came here for you," Kindle stated quickly, as a plain fact, ever so self-confident. She closed and locked the door of the small gym, and approached Hawke.
"I saw you looking at me... and I've seen you before. I'm so pleased that you appreciate my fashion sense... this dress is a personal favorite of myself as well. You have good taste."
Hawke was a little surprised, but instead of reacting, he wanted to wait and see how the situation would unfold. Kindle soon sat on his lap, sideways due to the tight constraint of the silvery dress, her arm wrapped around him.
"All this tension between us, my dear Hawke. I'm afraid it could hinder our ability to work in concert for our cause. We need to find a way to relieve that tension."
With that, she pressed those full, pouty lips to his mouth, and after a little hesitation, he joined the kiss. Her heart was pounding with the excitement of what she was doing. She couldn't quite trust Hawke, which made her feel at risk, but despite that, she also genuinely wanted him, and was unsure of how he would react. Also, the kiss was rather good. They were proceeding carefully and enjoying the situation, their kisses surprisingly tender, soft touches of lips and tongues making the surroundings of their mouths moist, their noses rubbing together. Finally, they detached, and looked each other into their eyes.
Hawke's features always held a sort of uncertainty, so he was a little hard to read even now. Her own change was more visible, with a flush on her milky face, and her eyes opened up a little from their usual cold, distant and judging gaze.
"This dress... you're now going to have to take it off," she instructed. This time without hesitation, Hawke snaked his fingers to the hidden zipper of the dress, and started carefully to draw it down. Slowly, the opening dress revealed more and more of Kindle's naked, milky skin, soon coming to the round mounds of her chest, held in a stylish black lace brassiere, and going below, revealing her lean stomach, and as he went lower, Kindle started kissing him again. Soon after her matching black lace panties were uncovered, the zipper was at its end. Kindle stood up, noticing the longing in Hawke's gaze, and lowered the rest of the dress down. Hawke watched with admiration when Kindle stood before him, barenaked save for the bra, panties and elegant high-heel shoes, which added to her height.
Ever few of words, Hawke still felt the need to state the obvious. "You're beautiful."
"I know," she said with a wink, her full lips ever pouting.
Hawke only had the time to peel off his tank top from his skin when Kindle was back in his lap already. The kisses continued with their hands roaming each other's bodies. Kindle was not surprised to feel Hawke's large hands on her breasts, and not either when he brushed the straps off from her shoulders and the cups down, revealing the full form of her swells and their jutting rose-red nipples. Meanwhile, she felt up his upper body, with its form usually hidden under Hawke's uniform. The broad shoulders and strong chest weren't just the design of the uniform, as she was now able to verify, well, firsthand.
"You're nice too," she interjected, but he didn't reply, instead he pressed his mouth to her soft mounds, while his hand travelled down her body and leaped on her panties. His fingers quickly found the damp spot, and she voiced a little moan of approval when he started rubbing the patch. She was aware of the lump in his jeans pressing against her thigh, but she was content to let him continue, especially when he retreated and then rerouted under her panties, brushing past her trimmed pubes (but not dyed, still their full red), and found her eager snatch. His fingers sunk in while his palm rubbed the head over her opening, and through the hood there, her sensitive nub.
After a while of that, Hawke removed his fingers from Kindle's cove, and brought them up to his mouth. Looking at Kindle, he put his fingers in his mouth to get a taste of her copious fluids. Then he offered his mostly clean fingers to him, and while she was surprised, she liked the sexy feeling she got from trace of her own aroma as she licked his digits clean.
"So you like the taste, do you?" Without awaiting a reply, Kindle stood up and removed the bra. Then she bent down to take off the panties, bemusedly following Hawke's gaze to her hanging busts when she did so. She gave Hawke a second to admire her tall, naked beauty, her form slim yet with the proper curve, her breasts falling against her arms with pear-shaped roundness, their reddish nipples standing out from her fair complexion. Then she pushed him down on the bench, and self-assuredly took his head between her legs.
"Well? Lap me up," she urged, and this was one command he was pleased to have. Her musky scent strong in his nostrils, he took his tongue to her wet folds and elicited an accepting sound from her. The tip of his tongue was soon wet with her fluid after his initial probes to her sex, and he met with more accepting sounds from the woman over him when he followed the command and lapped her flesh with his whole tongue, after which he took his probing inside her cove. Soon Hawke's face was wet with female juices as he alternated his tongue-massage from her lips and inner perimeter to surrounding her sensitive nub, which he dared not approach head-on quite yet.
Kindle, pleased as she was, took notice of the bulge in Hawke's jeans, which seemed to be straining. With a quick move of her long, shapely legs, she moved around and bent down to Hawke's waist even while he was still distracted. But soon enough, when Kindle was opening his jeans, Hawke resumed licking her enticing red-framed snatch, now turned upside down.
After opening the flaps of his jeans, Kindle caressed the straining bulge in Hawke's briefs tentatively, without provoking any obvious reaction from him, and soon released his cock from its pen. The pecker sprung up, standing proudly, the head already a little wet with precum. She kissed it, licking a drop that was forming on the tip, and this time she at least heard some sort of a sigh. When she took the jutting brown-skinned member past her full lips and into the embrace of her skilled tongue, he too grabbed her behind and immersed himself more fully in her cove, sending a shiver of weakness and pleasure through her body.
However skilled Kindle was, though, she seemed to be holding back, as her peckish licks and touches felt like they were only meant to aggravate him, promising satisfaction but leaving him wanting. "Enough!" vented the frustrated Hawke after some time of Kindle's teasing blowjob, which was adding to his pressure without promising a release. "You leave me no choice... but to fuck you."
"Oh?" she said, feigning surprise at his eagerness. He was through playing games however, and with a sudden motion, he lifted Kindle up a little and moved her waist near his aching hardness.
"So, you want to see me get serious? Very well, you asked for it!" she abruptly exclaimed, and with a quick movement of her own, she suddenly turned around and plunged herself on Hawke's strong erection, drawing a sharp and loud grunt from him, and a yelp from herself. The sudden contact of their burning sexes felt incredible, hitting them with a spike of pleasure, but Kindle was the first one to regain composure and start grinding herself against Hawke's tool, drawing wonderfully pleasurable sensations from the friction of their union.
When Hawke finally recuperated enough to look back at Kindle, he saw her beautiful light-skinned body moving in an elegant rhythm. Her visage was as sexy as ever, looking like she was self-assuredly drawing pleasure from him, and her rose-nippled breasts jiggled gently with her motions. Hawke soon found his hands on her butt, caressing her stomach and kneading her tits, while Kindle focused on rocking her pelvis in rapid succession. That's why he was surprised when she suddenly lunged at him for a hungry kiss, her loins riding his cock all the time, her creamy skin pressing against his coffee tone.
The position also gave Hawke the opportunity to wrap his arms around Kindle and lift her right off the bench in his hold, but before he could put her back down on her back, Kindle managed to unwrangle herself and was standing on her own legs again. She gave him an ambiguous look, and walked off, giving him a chance to admire the swaying of her butt.
"Well? I won't wait long," she called out to him, leaning against a wall, her butt held up high by her tall legs. Her pussy was in open view, dripping a long, thin string of her wetness to the floor, and Hawke soared in to fill the opening. That is, would have soared, if he had still not had his jeans on, making it look more like a penguin imitation at first. After hastily removing the jeans, he was finally free to soar, his slimy slick cock eagerly pointing up, drooling a strand of precum in its excitement. He had to sigh again when entering her, and she did so, too. They were soon enjoying each other at full again, Hawke especially, starting to grunt with the strain in his balls and meat as he slapped his crotch against Kindle's round but firm buttocks into the tight, wet and warm embrace of her lovely snatch.
As Hawke's grunts grew ever more urgent, Kindle knew she couldn't help the situation anymore even with her own hands. "Pathetic," she commented, without any noticeable reaction from Hawke, then she rose up, turned around and kneeled in front of the flustered Hawke. Without any qualms, she mouthed Hawke's member, tasting herself all over him, and started sucking him like a high society escort girl. This was very different from her earlier blowjob, not designed to wear him down, but to finish him off, and Hawke felt the full force of her assault on his aching weaponry.
Soon enough, Hawke yielded and groaned deep with defeat, his final resistance broken and his equipment tensing before explosion. He was surprised to realize it coming all over Kindle, his crank not in her mouth anymore, but then the bliss overwhelmed him and he couldn't keep watching, groaning with his ardor. Kindle couldn't watch either, her eyes closed as she was getting blasted from close range, her beautiful features getting decorated with thick strands of Hawke's spooge. "Oh my," she commented in the midst of it, getting some of the copious loads in her mouth, and he just wouldn't stop, like he had been building up a long time for it and was now sending a white wave all over Kindle.
Her face was definitely splattered with thick ropes of sperm when he was done. Her eyes were still closed with strands of Hawke's milk running over them, and her face was dripping with cum, a slimy mess on her nose, cheeks and lips, the white protein accentuating the color of her lips and flushed face. Her breasts, chest and shoulders were drenched with cum as well, from the splatters as well as the spunk dripping down her chin. Thick slimy loads were deposited haphazardly on the round curves of her busts and her red nipples, with some running down between her cleavage. "--aren't I glad there is a shower here," she continued.
With a heavy shake of his head, the sweat-soaked Hawke forced himself to recover, and met the utterly sexy sight of cum-covered, messy Kindle, with his now decidedly less slimed slab still jutting hard in front of her, the very last of his load dripping down from the head.
She took his cock back into the embrace of her spunky lips, and prompted a yelp from her.
"You look... wonderful," he said, stunned.
"Don't I? Ahaha!" she chortled. "Come now, give me some sugar," she pleaded, and Hawke could do little else than bend down to kiss her on her cum-drenched lips and mouth. Then she rose up and walked back to the bench. "But there is still something I need you to do for me!" she called.
Without even wiping his mouth, Hawke followed Kindle to the bench where she now lay, legs spread and her twat dripping with need. Soon his wet lips met hers, sperm mixing with her female fluids as he started licking her. This time, he soon learned from her strained sighs near her nub that that was just what she needed, and he started a careful approach of her button. The first touch sent jolt through her and request for more, which Hawke took as full authorization. Still a little hazy with his own orgasm, he nevertheless took to lapping and licking, sucking and nibbling her the best he could, with quick results in her increasing gasps and movements.
A while passed like that, but whenever Hawke needed more encouragement, she looked up at Kindle and saw her rubbing the cum on her tits or face onto her skin, or tasting the sperm from her fingers, or looking at him lustfully, and he pressed on. Finally, he realized she was bucking, her pussy and even her clit spasming, but he couldn't escape anymore, held tight by her legs, and from somewhere in Kindle's ecstatic gibberish came the command to continue, which he obliged until she shrieked, "No, no! Stop!". Finally, she settled down with a womanly deep groan of profound satisfaction, left a panting wreck by Hawke's service, spent and with her body glistening with sperm, dried and drying, her breasts heaving with her pants.
Feeling the exhaustion from all his exertions, and rubbing his exerted lower jaw, Hawke said, "I'm tired, must rest..."
"Done? But we haven't even started!" she teased him, definitely more exhausted than him right now. And with a little coaching, she was able to have him join her in the shower--
~The End~
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That Kindle, what a hottie. Please rate and review so I have some idea if anybody's reading the story.
It's that traditional time again when I add a line at the end of the story, asking for reviews. So here you go!

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Advance Wars DS - Kindling Hawke

Advance Wars Dual StrikeKindling Hawke by Streti, thestreti@gmail.com

Advance Wars Dual Strike

Kindling Hawke by Streti, thestreti@gmail.com