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Tales of the Europan War	By : JPR Category: +S through Z > Valkyria Chronicles Views: 19809 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This a non-profit erotic fan parody, I do not own Valkyria Chronicles. All rights to Valkyria Chronicles are owned by SEGA and its corresponding subsidiaries.

Chapter List
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Author's Notes: I was in fact going to make the entirety of the Kloden arc one part and as a single chapter, but a few things got me thinking otherwise. One; I bought more alcohol, so I released this first part as it was to see if I wasn't starting to saturate the chapter with too many sex sequences. I had even had a sexual encounter involving Oscar and Cherry which we'll forever dub a deleted scene since I neglected to save that part after deleting it. I was mostly curious if I was overdoing it. Two; I introduced a number of new characters here. Selvaria and Audrey Gassenarl were a couple that have been awaiting appearances for a while now, and before committing to my attempt at them I wanted to see if I failed to grasp them correctly by letting you guys sample how I work with their characters. Lastly; I'm not sure how long it's going to be until I get you guys another chapter. Work and personal projects are starting to get in the way. Plus games. Lots of games. Lolz. Damn Steam sales!!! Other than that there is a sexual encounter involving Edy. Did I do this too soon? Or is this alright?
As usual, I leave my complete author's notes here:
http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/64676-tales-of-the-europan-war-reviews-questions-suggestions-etc/#comment-407052
I encourage you to go through them and even reply there if fits your fancy, most of my thoughts and inquiries about the future of this project go there. For anyone seeking reply to review and it's not there, you likely just checked too early I'll be posting this story then responding. Anyways without further ado I present, "Kloden Wildwood" ....Pt 1.
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Undisclosed Time, Ghirlandaio Fortress
The Triumviri sat emotionlessly before Prince Maximilian Gaius Von Reginrave with nothing but the sound of Major General Berthold Gregor’s impatient tapping upon the council room’s strategy table. Just moments before Maximilian had dismissed all but the Triumviri leaving the room almost barren. It was hard to tell if Maximilian was upset or not with the usual scowl he carried, but the topic was clear; news that the Imperial Force holding Vasel Bridge had fallen and were being pushed out from the city, a topic that had brought about nothing but silence for several minutes. Major General Radi Jaeger sat opposite of General Gregor and on the same side as Brigadier General Selvaria Bless; this was something he learned to do after the Blue Witch caught his eyes wandering to the more plush regions of her body on several occasions. Prince Maximilian had not spoken and despite his iron will Gregor’s patience was limited when it came to blaming those responsible. He ceased his tapping.
“Gallia’s mongrels have reclaimed Vasel Bridge.” It was just like Gregor to find any being not serving the emperor as nothing better than filth. Gregor eyed the young Valkyrur general to make known who he was accusing with his next question, “Are the men of our defensive units cowards? This is a stain on the Emperor’s honor. Useless fools…”
Selvaria, who had taken a couple of broadside salvos only a few days ago at the very city in question was not pleased by Gregor calling her a useless fool. She had done her best to avert her gaze away from the blond general until he had insulted her, but Gregor was one of the few souls on this Earth that did not cower from the anger of the Valkyrur. The red eyes of Selvaria met Gregor’s blue and lightning was in the air. Sensing the tension, Jaeger decided to be the one to refute Gregor’s accusations by speculating what he found to be true.
“I hear the enemy crossed the river in tanks.” Jaeger was leaning in his chair with his legs crossed and his eyes closed as he imagined the Gallians assaulting the riverside with submersible armor, “And whoever’s leading them is no fool.”
“On the contrary, this was a fluke.” Gregor forgot that he was trying to blame Selvaria for this travesty due to Jaeger egging him on. Gregor preferred the Gallians stay fools more than accusing a fellow Imperial to be one, “These are peasants, nothing more. Peasants and barbarians. How can they be anything else?”
“If birthright is all it takes to win a battle, you must find war so very boring.”
Gregor adjusted his glasses and averted his gaze from the Valkyrur’s glare to face off with Jaeger now that his anger was successfully redirected. Jaeger on the other hand just grinned and pretended not to notice that he had angered Gregor, already considering this battle won now that he had reached his objective.
Of course Gregor wasn’t entirely wrong concerning the matter of Vasel Bridge; Selvaria was indeed in charge of the Central Gallian invasion and was initially scheduled to reach the Gallian capital almost a week ago before the bridge had fallen. Before Gregor was trying to pin the blame on her she observed Maximilian closely to assure she had not upset him with her failing to hold the bridge. She kept telling herself that if she reached the city just a little sooner she would’ve used her blue flame to beat the Gallians back before they ever had time to conjure a plan to take the bridge. Keeping her composure he mind raced frantically to search for a way to convince her master that this was not her doing, but could only redirect the issue. She stood up from her seat to emphasize her presence and position.
“The issue here is Gallia’s resistance and how to end it, swiftly and decisively.” Selvaria figured that doing so would remove any questions concerning her loss at Vasel. After all, if the Gallians fell in a decisive battle then the country would be theirs to command.
“Exactly,” Jaeger liked to stay on the Valkyrur’s good side; convinced that he could beat Gregor in any battle, and lose to Selvaria on all occasions. “They’ll use their victory at Vasel Bridge as footing for a counterstrike in central Gallia.”
Maximilian valued Jaeger’s input on strategy more than any other member of the triumviri and had made his decision on that alone. Selvaria, who had been by the prince’s side for many years, sensed this and hoped that it didn’t involve scolding her for her failure at Vasel. She tried her luck.
“How should we proceed? What says Your Grace?” Selvaria anticipated the voice of her master.
“We will extinguish these flames. Our course is clear. The Gallian army must be crushed.” The resolve in his voice was enough to make Selvaria melt and the other two know it was a time or action. Maximilian stood from his desk and so too did Jaeger and Gregor rise, “We will require reinforcements. They will be sent to central Gallia. Now then, the route of supply through Kloden has to be made unshakeable.”
Maximilian walked up to the maps laid on the strategy table and pointed towards the Kloden region to emphasize its importance. He also understood the importance of holding the Gallians back at Vasel and saw to it that he who despised the problem most would take charge.
“Gregor, see to a… restructuring of our central forces, then you will continue to press northward.”
“Sir!” Gregor knew a restructuring meant taking the lives of a few incompetent officers. Gregor only regretted that one of those incompetent officers wasn’t His Grace’s Valkyrian whore.
“We will head to Barious. Selvaria, be so kind as to accompany Us there.”
“With pleasure.” Selvaria used her sweetest voice as she relished in his, “And to the ends of the Earth, Your Grace.” Their exchange was only convincing Gregor that her body was the only thing giving her this position.
“The Kloden base and supply lines, see to them Jaeger. They need protecting. Gallia may have already dispatched troops to the south. Therefore make haste to Kloden” This final order by Maximilian was absolute, and Jaeger knew it had to be done without fail. Jaeger was a skilled general and had been running the equally skilled Gassenarl in circles at Kloden, convinced that even if the base at Kolden would fall, the supply lines won’t. Because of this he thought that his skills would be more useful leading the central forces than in Kloden if the Prince was just going to waste his time at Barious.
“Of course, leave it to me Your Grace.” Whatever qualms Jaeger had he kept to himself.
Gregor and Jaeger immediately left the room knowing there was very little time to waste since it would take time for the orders given to them to travel down the chain-of-command. Selvaria and Maximilian however, stayed put. Maximilian had a way of communicating with his eyes and what he was ordering to do right then was to stand fast until the others left the room. As soon as the door closed behind the backs of the departing generals Maximilian backhanded Selvaria across her cheek. Selvaria was not a frail woman, and despite the force behind the strike she stood true. Only her head was now hanging knowing she had angered her master.
“The finest military education money can buy and you still have the nerve to fail me where it matters most… Kneel before me.” Selvaria did as she was told and held an arm across her chest as per the Imperial custom when acknowledging royalty.
“My apologies Your Grace. I tried to rush the bridge as soon as I arrived, but the Gallian Navy proved steadfast.”
“I did not ask your excuses nor grant you permission to speak.” Maximilian circled his servant, “Yet daily you ask for my touch. As if an unruly and incompetent servant deserves my touch.”
Maximilian undid part of his garb and freed his dick from the fabric’s constraints in front of Selvaria. The Valkyrur couldn’t help but blush from her desire at pleasing him in more ways than one.
“You are to ready the Batomys. While doing so you will think on why my concubines will have the pleasure of feeling by presence in them, and why you will not.”
“With pleasure, Your Grace.” Just as before her voice was soft while accepting his wish and she departed as the concubines arrived. After closing the door behind her the frustration and anger gradually began to grow as she made haste to her office. Slamming the doors open she turned to her assistant and screamed at him.
“I want you to scour every bit of intelligence we have and find the unit responsible for reclaiming Vasel Bridge! I want to know who leads them! I want to know their whereabouts!”
“Y-yes, ma’am!” The assistant ran out of the office in fear with the goal to do everything she asked.
Selvaria leaned over her desk for a moment before sliding her arms across it and making a mess of its former contents on the floor.
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May 1, 1935 – 2317 Hours, Downtown Randgriz
After Squad 7 had received its orders to depart for Kloden, it did what every other squad in 2^nd Armored was doing, crashing a bar to drink. Randgriz had no shortage of jazz and swing clubs as well as more traditional bars for those that didn’t particularly like to dance. Squad 7 of course, with its variety of lively personalities agreed on a large swing club not too far from the gates of the Castle di Randgriz that was easily able to accommodate all of 3^rd Regiment. The night opened up with a quick toast by Varrot accompanied by her staff officers before the live band got to electrify the crowd with some of the best music of the time. All men were of course required to wear the dress uniform while women had the option to wear a civilian dress which many of them opted for save for a few exceptions, particularly Aisha who wore her dress uniform to convince the bartenders she was at least sixteen despite their disbelief. Opting to wear a uniform or a civilian dress during these “formal” social events was one of the perks of being a woman in the Gallia Militia.
As it were, when many men and women gather with music and alcohol in the mix things progressively get more and more intimate. Corporal Gina Sellers sat in one of the stalls of the women’s restroom to pee when she heard the door slam open raising the volume of the music and chatter outside for a quick second before the door closed and the sound of couple kissing stormed inside the stall next to hers. Curious, Gina quietly took off her heels and stood on the lid of the toilet to peer over into the next stall. She was shocked to find that it was in fact three people in the next stall, one man, two women, and one of them was her sister Fina clad in beautiful white dress. The other woman was Aika and she was aggressively kissing Fina as well caressing her left tit and right thigh. Aika was wearing a black dress that contrasted Fina’s beautifully and her hands bore black gloves to match. Behind Fina was Vyse, who thrust his clothed dick against Fina’s soft ass while kissing her softly on the neck. Fina, whose hands were guided by Vyse onto Aika’s ass, was in utter bliss from the advances of her two new lovers.
‘What?!’ Gina thought to herself, ‘Fina is getting laid already and I’m not?!’
Sighing softly to herself under the sound of three lovers in the next stall she decided she may as well watch her sister get fucked since the sound of her exiting the restroom may startle those in heat. Despite Gina being the flirtier of the triplets it seems that her sister still had her beat. She mused at joining the action before her eyes, but decided against that as well after realizing that would just make for a cramped space.
Aika and Vyse forced Fina down to her knees and Aika pulled Fina’s head under her dress so she could have her eat out her panty-less pussy. Meanwhile Vyse unzipped the white slacks of his dress uniform and expertly pulled out his impressive cock before placing it on the medic’s delicate head. Fina slurped the juices of Aika’s snatch like a pro causing the lusty adventurer to shudder from a climax before she too was forced to her knees by the only man in the restroom. For Vyse traveling the world in search of adventure also meant sampling the women of the world too, and now Aika and him were about to claim a blonde Gallian as their very own.
“Now do the same to him.” Aika grabbed Both Fina’s hair and Vyse’s dick as she guided the two objects closer together. Eventually they met and she forced the young medic to take the entirety of the length on the first without letting her pull back despite Fina’s audible gags. Not until she heard a groan from Vyse did Aika allow Fina to finally get some air.
“Not bad,” Vyse commended the petite blonde, “But show me what you both can do.”
With that said, Vyse was now living the dream as two young girls fought to give him the best head they could manage. The three seventeen year-olds had bonded over the course of the war so far and it seemed that a tad bit of competition for Vyse’s affection had led to some sultry dancing on the dance floor. It wasn’t long before the childhood friends decided that Fina was ready and passionately smuggled her into a restroom to show them their true relationship. Aika was quicker and the first to consume the adventurer’s dick whole while Fina begrudgingly accepted this and pulled the young man’s balls out of his slacks deciding to play with these jewels instead. Gina, who had taken the role of voyeur could feel her own juices starting to flow and ducked just in time to remain hidden from the lucky shock trooper next door. Vyse looked up and took a deep breath from the expert fellatio of Aika who had been playing with his dick since a very young age. With his hands free he decided to pet his lovers in order to express his appreciation.
Getting a feel of their silky hair Vyse decided Aika needed to share and pulled on her hair until her lips popped off the head of his cock and Fina took over. Fina was surprisingly skilled with her mouth and the sensation of another woman working her tongue around his sensitive regions would’ve sent him over the edge if not for his iron will to see things through. Rather than force Vyse over the edge, Aika got more of a fill from Fina by nibbling her ear and squeezing her breasts with a powerful grip causing the blonde to moan on the hard member invading her mouth. Aika noticed this pleasure and snuck one hand under the medic’s white dress and circled her fingers around the moist clit through Fina’s wet panties.
“I don’t think she needs the foreplay. She’s ready, Vyse.”
“Really?” Vyse pulled the blonde off his dick with a pull of her hair, “It’s always the quiet ones that love cocks the most.”
Vyse pulled Fina up and kissed her neck before forcing her back to the stall’s wall and lifting her dress up so his rigid member could find her willing cunt. Her panties were in the way so he couldn’t penetrate her right away, but noted that he would teach her how to come to him in the future. He pulled the fabric of her wet underwear aside and put the tip of his cock inside Fina only to be stopped by a barrier of flesh.
“Fina?! I had no idea you were so innocent with a blowjob like that.” As he commented on this Fina was practically screaming from the size of the appendage trying to fit in her. He was almost too big for her virgin pussy. She never had a man fuck anything but her mouth before now and was too excited to have him stop.
“No way!” Even Aika expressed her shock as she came up to embrace Vyse from behind, “I guess we’ll just have to mold her unused slutty pussy into the shape of your dick.”
‘Of course Fina’s still a virgin,’ Gina thought to herself, ‘Both my sisters are just prudes that tease boys with their mouths.’ Although even Gina had to admit that she was impressed with Fina’s technique. Gina, in fact, lost her virginity a couple years ago to an upperclassman of hers in high school. Her attention went back to the threesome in front of her when she heard her sister scream.
Aika gradually put her weight on Vyse causing him to slowly rip the blonde’s hymen and enter her completely. Being a girl herself Aika pulled a flask out of her purse and took a big swig before kissing the moaning Fina putting the warm whiskey down her mouth to help with whatever pain she was feeling. Vyse was so large for Fina’s tight pussy that when he began to pull out Fina could feel her insides being pulled with dick. She gasped in vain for breath all the way until only the head sill remained before Vyse greeted her with another thrust to his hilt. From then on Vyse relentlessly forced his cock in and out of her as hard as he could manage so that the medic could feel her insides be forced in and out of her cunt.
Meanwhile Aika undid the zipper of Fina’s white dress and forced the fabric down to expose her beautiful perky breasts to her childhood friend. Vyse didn’t even spare a moment before diving to have those succulent nipples inside his mouth. The overwhelming sensations caused Fina to climax forcing her back to arch and her legs to shake while the spasming of her pussy tried to milk Vyse dry in vain.
“Vyse! –Oh, fuck!” The blonde wrapped her convulsing legs around Vyse’s back in shear ecstasy while her own juices splattered audibly on the floor. Vyse continued to ride out her orgasm with even faster thrusts until she finally came down from her bliss and tossed her on the toilet. Aika leaned over the disheveled medic with her ass up and her own perky breast exposed.
“Play with them.” Aika commanded the blonde as if she were her bitch and the eye-patched sky pirate lifted her black dress and placed his rod and her entrance. Like an obedient dog Fina obliged and played with Aika’s breasts.
“You can play with yourself too while he fucks me like a whore on top of you!”
“Yeehaw!” In one swift movement Vyse penetrated the experienced dick-milker between his friend’s legs. This quick penetration along with the increasingly frequent thrusts of a large cock earned a pleasurable moan from Aika coupled with a moan from Fina as she remembered the very same sensation she experienced just minutes ago.
While Fina continued to masterfully play with Aika’s breasts, Vyse pulled on his friend’s hair and twisted one of her arms while his dick kissed the entrance of her fertile womb. The sound of flesh making contact and fluids churning was all that echoed under the lustful moans inside the bathroom. Gina watched mesmerizingly after getting her first real clear look at the size that Vyse was packing and fantasized about being in the place of Aika. It was really getting her going and she had been playing herself just like sister while Vyse fucked Aika like a whore just beneath her. As Vyse felt a torrent of cum ready to burst through the gates of his cock he doubled his efforts and pulled harder on his friend’s hair.
“You’re close?” Aika asked only getting to see him nod from her peripherals.
“I want to come on your face!”
“Vyse, I don’t want my makeup and dress ruined, just my pussy.” Aika paused to bite her lip trying to mask her pleasure. It was always a competition with the friends, “So knock me up, or knock it off.”
“Your pussy it is then!” Vyse shouted excitedly as his torrents of cum filled her womb. The warm fluids filling her up caused her to reach her own limit and came as well.
“Mmmmm!” Aika held in her voice as her climax hit and their combined juices spilt on the floor of the restroom. Both friends were panting while a blushing Fina merely shook on top of the toilet seat patiently waiting her turn. They waited for their high to come down for a few moments.
“Clean us both up and then you can have him to yourself.” Aika as usual was giving orders to Fina. If Fina was serious about going on their adventures with them after the war, then Aika wanted her to know who came first in Vyse’s life as a woman. Fina of course did exactly that sucking everything she could out of both their love holes. Aika walked out of the stall to use the mirror and clean herself up and then left just as she heard the first sounds of Vyse taking the frail blonde for a second time.
“V-Vyse!” Fina was being fucked just like Aika was, “You can cum on face! You can cum anywhere you want!”
Vyse fucked the blonde for another quarter hour before he unloaded all over her exposed breasts just after she passed out. A few girls came in to use the restroom during that time only to giggle do their business and walk out. Vyse listened to make sure the restroom was empty before walking out of the stall and clean himself up, but in the reflection of the mirror he saw a stall open.
“Mina?” The sister of the triplet he just came on grabbed his sensitive post climax dick as she backed him into a sink.
“You guessed wrong. That’s quite some baggage you carry with you.”
“Um…thanks!”
“If I was you though I would’ve taken her into the men’s restroom and fucked like that, then left the stall open so every man that comes in could get a turn with her before the night is over.” As Gina made her suggestion Vyse grew hard again, “Not satisfied? Go fuck her like you just walked in and found her like that.”
Vyse took her advice and it wasn’t long before the sounds sex filled the restroom once again. Gina had come a couple time just watching and decided not to clean her running juices and let it soak into her stockings.
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May 4, 1935 – 1123 Hours, Kloden
“Push, dammit! Am I the only one fuckin’ tryin’!?” Largo and several others consisting of Walter, Hannes, Musaad, Salinas, Jane, Edy and Karl were trying to push a military truck out of a mud pit. Despite all their muscle the loaded vehicle was not making it anywhere. Mica was in the driver seat of the truck which housed numerous pounds of rations and other essential supplies such as the water buffalo it had in tow. He stomped his foot on the gas pedal splashing mud on those trying to push. After about fifteen minutes the muddy personnel of Squad 7 decided to take a break.
“This sucks!” Walter whipped his arms in an attempt to remove the globs of mud stuck to his uniform. Meanwhile an infantry company in Army uniform began road marching past the militiamen and stopped on the side of the road near Squad 7.
All of 3^rd Regiment was traveling down this uphill road leading into the mountains of Kloden and multiple vehicles had gotten stuck forcing the entire regiment to halt. It appeared the rainstorms that plagued Vasel had also made an appearance at Kloden, but all the vegetation had prevented the water from immediately evaporating. So it was not only hot, but also humid. An Army captain stepped out from the company road-march formation which merely consisted of two columns as they traveled down the road.
“You Militia boys need help?” The captain appeared to be in his late twenties and housed a handsome face with well-kept auburn hair.
“Excuse me!” Edy stomped her foot into the mud causing the dirty water to splash.
“Um… You ladies need help?” This time Edy smiled.
“You didn’t exactly make that better for us.” Salinas tried convincing Edy that she didn’t exactly help and probably shouldn’t be smiling.
“It’s better for me.” Edy retained her smug look.
“Right…” The Army captain couldn’t help but smile either, “You want my advice: tow the water buffalo with your tank and avoid the roads. Not only are they bogged for miles, but they’re also littered with AT mines and the like. Then grab whatever you can out of that truck and haul it on your back.”
Everyone in Squad 7 looked at the infantrymen and noticed that each one looked to hauling a backpack that weighed at least eighty pounds. This was evident since as soon as they stopped all but a few of them dropped to take a seat and relieve their backs if only for a moment. Suddenly all of them were hoping that when Welkin returned from Varrot it wouldn’t be to ditch the truck.
“I know how you infantry boys work!” A muddy Largo got up to dispute the captain’s suggestion, clearly upset that one so young could be leading a company, “You always complain about doing the dirty work and heavy lifting, belittling every soldier that ain’t doin’ the same! How about you wipe that smug look from your face and let us do our part in the war the way we want!”
“Suit yourself.” The captain tipped his hat for Edy, earning him her smile “But you’ll be forced to do it sooner or later. You schoolboys may remember that life in the forest ain’t easy. By the columns and if you suspect enemy movement fan out into a wedge. All right guys let’s get the hell out of here!”
Without ceremony or so much as a groan the men and women of the infantry company got up and helped those that had a hard time doing so before marching further down the road.
“I don’t remember learning anything like that in school.” Alex was the first to question the captain’s advice.
“Probably because you didn’t choose Infantry as your military elective.” Mica was wiping the mud from his uniform frantically during the whole exchange. In fact the only one that had yet to clean themselves as best they could was Edy.
“Seems like you’re enjoying this,” Salinas pointed at Edy’s muddy uniform and laughed.
“W-“ Edy blushed before crossing her arms and kicking mud his way. “Why would I enjoy playing in dirt?!”
“Delta Battery, fall in!” The call came from the Edelweiss, where Welkin and Squadron 8’s CO, Markus Hartmann, stood upon. It seems they’ve just returned from a short meeting with Varrot and the other officers of 3^rd Regiment. So like ants scouring a drop of soda, both squads closed in to receive the news.
“All right listen up!” Lieutenant Hartmann was doing the yelling while Welkin stood beside him, it made sense since Welkin rarely ever raised his voice, “You’re to attach the water buffalos to the tanks and gather whatever you can from the trucks. We’re to ditch the trucks and get off this damned road! From here we hike!”
Upon announcing their new orders all Hartmann was able to hear was groaning while each and every member of both squads got to work doing what they were told.
“It seems they aren’t too happy about that…” Welkin smiled trying to figure out why anyone would hate a good hike.
“Yeah, I’m just going to pretend it was just your squad that cried about it.” Hartmann scratched his head and got off the Edelweiss. “A lot of the weight can be stowed on our tanks in saddlebags. I’m going to get to work on that.”
Welkin nodded off his fellow officer and got to work with loading supplies on the Edelweiss as the squad brought them. 3^rd Regiment was to head east deeper into the mountainous forest of Kloden in pursuit of imperial supply bases and routes, meaning that they would have to get around the frontline. This task wasn’t particularly easy when you had the sound of engines and caterpillar tracks giving away your position all the time; it was likely they’d have to pierce the line instead. Just another day at the office.
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May 2, 1935 – 0036 Hours, Welkin’s Living Quarters
Isara was working all day to help load the Edelweiss on the train before the Division’s departure which was scheduled to happen later in the morning. Many of Squads 7’ members were just getting back from their night of debauchery at the club and Isara found it better to use her brother’s restroom to wash up before going to bed. Around the time they both joined the Militia Welkin had approached Isara to grant her permission to use his bed and bathroom whenever she wanted, and without the Edelweiss to sleep in, and the showers at the Barracks being full, tonight was the night she took him up on the offer. Being around the Edelweiss and actively trying to help the rest of the R&D department with special projects like weapons and armor development, she had no choice but to adhere to the typical Darcsen stereotype of being dirty and smelly. Because of this Isara took good measure to wash herself in Welkin’s shower as well as she could. When she arrived Welkin was out, no doubt with the rest of the Squad to make sure that they were well-behaved at the club. Or so Isara thought.
Isara was the kind of person that washed top down, and she lathered a friendly dose of shampoo in her hair a couple of time before starting to work on the rest of her body. The warm water ran down her body complimenting her pale skin exquisitely while she soaped the more sacred parts of her body. Exploring every inch of her body she did her best to clean so that no residue of oil, iron or sweat remained as she relished in the sensation of hot water flowing down her back. It was almost painful to turn the knobs of the shower to the off position and step out. The bathroom mirror was all fogged up and she wrapped a towel around her torso before steeping out of the bathroom. She didn’t bother turning on the light in the bedroom and stopped in track when she heard noises coming from the office. Isara was confident that it was Welkin and poked her head to the door separating the two rooms only to retract it back almost immediately. She spotted Welkin, but he was locked in a passionate kiss with Juno, who had a red dress on.
Isara didn’t know what to do. Despite growing up with Welkin she had never been in this particular situation of her hiding while her brother was romancing a woman in the next room. It was however clear to her that they didn’t know of her presence, but she wasn’t exactly sure whether to keep it that way or not. While she debated the options in her head she kept an eye out the crack of the doorway and watched as the two began to let their hands explore each other. Welkin was massaging the blonde woman’s ass with one hand while grasping hard her breast with the other and Juno stroked his bulge through his dress uniform while rummaging his hair with the other. Isara grew more impressed as time went on, she had no idea her brother was so skilled in this type of thing and wondered if his time in Randgriz University may have had something to do with it. It wasn’t long however when the couple Isara was watching began to make their way to the bedroom and Isara panicked. She sought a place to hide and dove into it so quickly that her towel came loose and fell to the floor. It was too late to go back for it and three people were inside the room.
Isara hid herself behind a dresser and with Welkin slamming the door as the two of them came in the only light that illuminated the room was the soft moonlight penetrating the curtains. Isara was naked and hugged her legs closely to her chest to prevent any chance at being seen because one of her limbs was sighted. Juno and Welkin were standing by the foot of the bed helping each other remove Welkin’s top half while still trying to keep their lips glued with limited success. After his jacket, shirt and tie dropped to the cold ground he spun Juno around and used his right hand to play with her breasts while undoing the zipper on her back with his left. Welkin was necking the beautiful blonde intellectual while slowly letting gravity drop his hand to unfasten the only thing keeping her dress on. When the zipper was down Welkin carefully moved the straps around her shoulders and the dress dropped around her ankles as majestically as a curtain revealing a grand prize behind it. Welkin spun her around again then pushed her on the bed getting a cheerful giggle out of Juno as he did so. Rather than jump on top of her he pulled her body closer to the edge and ate out her pussy with vigor. Juno kicked off her shoes and trew her head back from Welkin’s professional work.
Isara recalled the times Salinas had come late to the R&D hangar to masturbate atop the Edelweiss and cursed herself for always being stuck in these awkward situations, at least until she saw her bother going down on Juno. She was confused and amazed at the same time. Isara didn’t know that a man and a woman could make love in this way and shuddered when she felt the sensation of a hand on her own pussy. She had involuntarily started to play with herself and began conjuring fantasies in her head. It was clear as day in her mind; Salinas catches her watching him masturbate and forced her down so he could do the same thing Welkin was doing to Juno this instant. Isara’s fingers played with her clit while Welkin’s tongue played with Juno’s and his middle finger invaded the entrance of her pussy. Juno was pulling on Welkin’s hair to get his hot breath close to her juicy cunt and Isara’s hot breath was masked by hers as Isara’s juices fell to the hardwood floor.
“Wel… Welks! I’m cumming!” Hearing Juno call her brother ‘Welks’ like she does sent Isara over the edge at the same time as Juno. They were both squirters it seemed. Welkin didn’t stop his feast and continued to please his subordinate and former underclassman as she rode out her climax while calling out his name in blissful moans, “Oh, YES! WE-WELKS! Please, D-DON’T STOP!”
Welkin didn’t stop, but Isara had to, or else her own voice would’ve raised and she would have to explain herself to the lovers on the bed. When she finally came down Juno was sweating and panting like she had just finished a marathon. Welkin took this opportunity to stand up and take off his pants before lying down on the bed. His dick was only semi-erect and Juno’s eyes widened when she caught a glimpse of his size, but she was a smart and persevering young woman. She rolled over and was on her hands and knees right between Welkin’s legs before she took his cock into her mouth. Juno wasn’t exactly ‘experienced,’ but she had been the object of many boys’ desires since she started high school, even Faldio had made passes at her as recently as the swing club, but she had a lot of book smarts since she had been reading books concerning the topic of sex since she entered high school. She was a quick learner and observed Welkin’s reactions closely as she experimented with his large phallus being sure to duplicate actions that made his toes curl and his breaths deepen. In five minutes she could feel Welkin growing even more despite him being fully erect, knowing he was close she stopped her fellatio prematurely.
She crawled over him and position herself to go cowgirl on him having to use her legs to position herself higher than she normally would due to his length. Welkin prepped his dick vertically and Juno took a deep breath before she sat herself around it exhaling until every inch was inside of her. Isara, who had witnessed the whole scene, was amazed by the size of her brother as well. She had never actually seen her brother’s lower half, only his athletically built upper body, as they respected each other’s privacy while growing up. Tonight though, Isara just couldn’t believe that something like that could fit inside of a woman with as much ease as Juno made it seem. So Isara did something she never had before, she stuck some of her finger into her pussy. Juno however didn’t hesitate to start riding Welkin leaned in to engage in the same sultry kisses that started their kinky night. Meanwhile Welkin kept his hands glued to her ass to guide Juno’s tight pussy to his own rhythm, it wasn’t long before their thrusts were in sync and Juno was feeling the waves of another orgasm washed over her. She screamed into his mouth and her body shook from the convulsions of her pussy’s attempt at milking Welkin dry.
The couple was still for a moment, only making the effort to kiss while Juno recovered from her high. Welkin sat up moving her body with his and he sat on the bed with Juno on his dick while he kissed her neck roughly. She began to piston herself on this rigid cock once again and before long they were fucking each other at blistering speeds. They embraced each other tightly and while Welkin rested his on her shoulder he saw his naked sister in the corner with a finger in her mouth. Both their eyes grew as soon as they noticed each other’s stare but neither sibling moved nor spoke. Welkin took the time to look to nature as the answer to this somewhat bizarre situation only to conclude that sexual relationships involving incest were quite common among certain species of animals. For one second an image of him and Isara being intimate went through his mind. In that one second he hit his climax and released volumes of cum inside Juno without him realizing due to his imagination. Juno came again after swearing she could feel her very Oocytes being penetrated from the warm Gunther seed filling her womb entirely. With nowhere else for the fluid to go it forced its way around Welkin’s cock and spilt generously onto to the sheets.
Welkin’s ejaculation would’ve tired out any other man since Juno’s snatch was being greedy and tried to take everything he had, but he was still hard and ready to go despite knowing his sister was watching. He rolled Juno on her back and fucked her for another period of time before he was ready to come again. Occasionally he shot a glance at Isara who was leaking volumes while watching quietly. When Welkin came a second time he pulled out and showered Juno with his creamy sperm. The first shot went as far as her neck while the rest gradually went further with the majority of it cumulating on her stomach. Welkin grabbed the towel Isara dropped and used it to clean Juno off before helping her dress. Afterwards he saw her off with a kiss and an exchanging of a few words. Welkin grabbed a clean dress shirt from his closet and held it out to the still stationary Isara with his dick at her eye level.
“Sorry you had to see that, Is.” While he waited his sister’s response a dribble of remaining cum dropped from his penis.
“It’s all right, Welks.” Isara grabbed the shirt and got up to put it on, “I should’ve told you I was staying here tonight ahead of time.”
“This isn’t your fault, Is. I should’ve made sure no one was here before doing something like that. I’m sorry.”
They exchanged a few more apologies both trying to put the blame on themselves before they were satisfied. They stayed silent and standing for a few seconds before they broke into laughter. Finally the comic factor of the situation had hit them.
Welkin put on a pair of boxers and they got on the bed to finally get some sleep before the long day of travel tomorrow to Kloden. Isara felt cold fluid on her leg, but pretended not to notice.
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May 5, 1935 – 0950 Hours, Kloden
3^rd Regiment was marching into the forest in search of a route that could give access to the tanks that were straggling way behind. It was an occasion that forced the usually armored Welkin to be in Scout gear as he led his squad deeper into the forest. 3^rd Regiment was walking in a very wide line and suspected that the Imperial line was very close. Knowing full well they’d have to breach the line in order to get to one of three locations where the enemy supply base was expected to be, everyone was on high alert. Most of the crews of Squad 7 stuck together, but Theold was with Catherine’s crew to talk his poker buddy, Cezary. The two had plenty of time to bond on the train ride to Kloden playing cards and gained a liking for each other due to their mutual hatred for Darcsen. Theold was doing little talking while Cezary was going on about how much Kloden sucked.
“Tall trees, muggy air, hot as balls, and the most serious case of swamp ass I’ve ever experienced. Not even mentioning the fact that I’m literally being eaten alive by mosquitos!” Cezary slapped his neck in an attempt to catch one while it was feeding but failed, “But guess what, Blondie?”
Cezary was obviously referring to Theold when he said Blondie.
“What’s that?”
“I could deal with it all; not a single complaint to ever come out of me, if not for the stench of the filthy wildlife!” Cezary spit on Nadine’s face forcing a shiver down her spine as she wiped it clean with her glove.
“Mind your manners!” As usual Wavy was near Nadine and rose to her defense only to be shoved down by Theold.
“It’s you that has no manners, Darcsen pig! Know your place.” Another reason Cezary liked having Theold around was his sheer size and ability to put the filth of the squad in place.
“Knock it off.” This time it was Catherine who spoke up, but she didn’t bother to turn around nor halt her advance toward the front line with the rest of 3^rd Regiment, “Theold return to your crew, I’m sure they miss you.”
Theold shoved Wavy aside once more and did as he was ordered.
“You too Wavy, can’t have a fight breaking out until we hit the enemy.” Despite the situation Catherine never dropped her soft smile.
“Yes… of course.” Wavy had much respect for Catherine and willingly obeyed as well.
With Cezary having nobody left to talk to Ted decided to take another shot at trying to make Marina laugh. His jokes were pretty good and were able to make the more lighthearted members of Catherine’s crew laugh such as Vyse, Aika, Alex, Fina, and Nadine; but Marina’s ability to scare him away as soon as she got annoyed made them laugh just as much. Even Cezary would get a smile out of it. Marina was someone he would never mess with especially after seeing her take that nearly impossible shot back at Vasel. Coincidentally it was the shot that Marina made that created a misunderstanding between him and Nadine, which was his only reason for being harsher on her recently. Every time he tried to convince Nadine it was Marina that took the shot Cezary would get chased away by the very same look she gave Ted.
“Hehe… I guess you heard that one too, huh?” It wasn’t long before Ted gave up, but he’d be back at it again in another fifteen minutes. It was almost like clockwork.
The regiment made up a frontline easily half a mile long and all seemed to be progressing at surprisingly fast speeds until the regiment met a hillside with relatively little vegetation and thick shrub near its base. Welkin and Hartmann were the first to exit the shrub and enter the clearing before they suddenly stopped and signaled their squads to do the same.
Alicia motioned for the Squad the stop too, just in case a few of them missed the cue to do so. She ran around and told some of the newer recruits to take a knee and reduce the size of target they were to any potential ambushers. She then found herself a tree to kneel behind and watched the two officers point at certain sections of the hilltop ahead of them discussing something no one could make out. It didn’t feel right for Alicia, they were approaching enemy lines and two officers sat in the open.
“Lieutenant Hartmann! Call from Regiment!” An engineer originating form Squadron 8 ran out to Hartmann to deliver the phone of his short-range radio to the older of the two officers. Hartmann grabbed the phone.
“Delta Battery here, What’s up?” Welkin listened as best he could to the phone call, but the cries of cicadas made it nearly impossible.
“Imps spotted on the ridge! Halt your advance and seek a defensive position!” Upon hearing his orders Hartmann spun around and shouted louder than Largo ever could while also pushing Welkin and his engineer down into the earth.
“Take cover!” As he screamed this a bullet pierced his back and out his chest with droplets of blood following behind. Putting others before himself he failed to get himself out of harm’s way in time.
“Suppressing fire!” Alicia shouted as she ran out into the open field. Within seconds the peaceful forest had been consumed by a hailstorm of bullets being exchanged by two regiments; one Gallian, and one Imperial.
“Medic!” The Squadron 8 engineer shouted as he pulled a Ragnaid injector form his backpack and stabbed it into the wound of his commanding officer.
Alicia continued her sprint towards Welkin, who had already gotten up to a kneeling position and was returning fire to the Imps above. Jane rushed in right behind her and upon the duo’s arrival Jane helped Welkin fire back at the Imperials while the engineer and Alicia each grabbed an armpit of Hartmann’s and dragged him back to their side of the line.
“Medic!” Alicia shouted again just as all the exposed infantry including Welkin and Jane made it back to the cover of the shrub and trees. Mina rushed towards them and examined the fallen officer while Welkin grabbed the receiver from the Squadron 8 engineer.
“Enemy engaged! Requesting information on their unit composition!”
Without waiting for orders Alicia started to run down the line and shout.
“Return fire! I want fire superiority! Look for muzzle flash and moving shadows!” While she traveled down the line she had to remind some of the newer recruits to get down and find cover and with some to even return fire. After making a decent way down the line she slid behind a tree and started to shoot back at the enemy herself. That’s when she noticed the enemy had set up a machine gun placement and it wasn’t long before the torrent of bullets from it was ripping into trees.
“Elysse!” Alicia shouted to the nearest Lancer, “Get your lance and set up a mortar over there! Hit that machine gun!”
Once again Alicia ran down the line dodging bullets to relay that same order to every other lancer in Squad 7 and 8. Mortar fire began to rain down on the enemy until the limited mortar ammo from the lancers ran dry, but their goal of hitting the machine gun was accomplished. Welkin motioned for Alicia to come to him and she did so without question.
“We’re to hold the line! Relay to all crews in Delta Battery! The rest of the regiment will be doing the same!”
“Leave it to me!” It wouldn’t be the last time during the gunfight that Alicia would run through the forest giving orders and fighting the enemy in between.
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May 5, 1935 – 2250 Hours, Kloden
The gun fight lasted all day, and the night was quiet. So much lead was taken downrange that the Engineers of 3^rd Regiment were forced to bring as much ammo as they could fit inside the available APCs and rush it to those fighting. Everyone who stayed to fight was sore from the sheer amount of bullets that they sent down range. Their shoulders bruised from the recoil of their rifles and their bodies sore from the intensity of the fight. Regardless of their efforts it was clear that the gunfight was at a stalemate and both sides had no other choice but to dig in for the night. A buddy system was implicitly established with about two per foxhole with the exceptions of the crew chiefs which had a buddy and an engineer with a short range radio on their back. The moon had set early and there wasn’t any visibility or fires to give away positions, just the sound of distant gunfights echoing across the mountains of Kloden. The fight here was silent though, both sides have had a day’s worth of action and each awaited orders from their higher-ups. Under the cover of night the only soldier about were those disturbing ammunition with the threat of being fired upon, for now.
Edy and Salinas shared a foxhole as per the buddy system; the only issue is that they barely had a foxhole. Both of them were the only two in Squad 7 that opted out of packing a collapsible shovel when the order went out to ditch the trucks a couple days ago and were forced to find a nice mortar crater instead. As a result the two of them were practically on top of each other while keeping their guns pointed at the enemy. Luckily for the both of them the temperature dropped considerably when the sun went down as a steady wind began to kiss the mountainside.
“This sucks.” Edy’s spoke in a hushed whisper.
“I know you don’t think that poorly of me.” Salinas assumed it was their situation Edy was referring to.
“No not this. I have to pee!” Edy shifted under Salinas to emphasize her predicament, “And there’s no room to do it.”
“Do it at a tree or something.”
“And risk getting shot?! It’s obvious they have snipers just waiting for one of us to get out and poke around. And I for one do not plan to let my pure idol image get tainted by dying while peeing!”
“I suppose I don’t blame you, I’ve had to pee for a while now too.”
Having a crater as a foxhole meant being at the very front of 3^rd Regiment’s frontline defenses, and being at the very front meant limited cover even in the darkness. Edy and Salinas had received the orders that if any Imps were seen advancing, to call in a flare and illuminate the field. This was mostly because visibility was limited and they would likely be the first to hear footsteps.
“If you had to go too, then why haven’t you gotten up to find a tree or something?” They were still whispering to each other.
“Because I don’t want to get shot.”
“Uugh!” Edy once again shifted under Salinas. “At least get hard or something. You are making direct contact with the only idol of Squad 7.” Edy could feel his dick through their clothes, and was upset that she hadn’t aroused him in the slightest. She was completely unaware of his strange mechanical fetish.
“All right, I’ll get to work on that.” Salinas picked up a short-range radio transmitter entrusted to them for reporting Imperial activity and whispered his inquiry into it. “What do we do if we have to pee?”
“What? …Just pee in the fucking foxhole!” Rosie replied angrily from the other end. She was maybe fifty feet behind them in the more thick part of the shrub concealing the Squad.
“She’s only saying that because it’s me.” Edy was the first to be upset, “I hate her so much! She planned this somehow.”
“Shhshh!” Salinas used his free hand to cover the silver-haired maiden’s mouth, “We don’t want them to know we’re this far away from the line.”
Edy pulled his hand off her instantly.
“’Them?’ They aren’t doing anything.”
“In any case we need to figure out a way to do our business in this foxhole.” Enough time had passed to where it was practically an emergency for the both of them.
“The only way to do that is to piss ourselves, and I’m not allowing that.”
“You sure? It might turn me on.”
“…” Silence, she was actually thinking about it, “…You’re bolder than I thought. So it’s only a maidenly idol’s bodily fluid that gets you going hard, huh? I suppose even the protagonist has to make some compromise when taking a part.”
“You’re the protagonist?”
“Obviously, it’s certainly not Rosie.”
“Whatever, we’ll just have to figure this out.” Salinas twisted his body slightly and undid his fly before promptly removing his penis. He was interrupted with an elbow to the face.
“That’s not fair. Besides, isn’t it custom for ladies to go first?”
“Okay… then how do you want to this?” Salinas didn’t bother putting away his exposed dick. It was too dark for even him to see it though, so it wasn’t a priority.
The two of them lay silently in their improvised foxhole while Edy was thinking up a solution. The main issue was so much as getting on their knees would expose them to fire and the darkness proved to be limited cover from a vigilant sniper. This fact had unfortunately been proven several times tonight against either side of the front. Tonight was the only time Edy regretted not wearing the skirt variant of the combat uniform, but she would rather go through a bunch of nights like this than wear the same thing as Rosie. Edy thought up a plan and executed it without thinking.
“Don’t look.” Edy was blushing furiously, and Salinas did his best to look only at the back of her head while she undid her belt and pulled her shorts and panties down as far as they could go. In order to do that though she had to raise her ass slightly and it pressed against the skin of his exposed cock. Despite his fetish he was still a healthy young male and his dick came to life from the unintentionally sexual gyrations of her movements. When she finished her task Salinas instinctively push forward with his hips and pierced the dry inlet of Edy. It had been so painful and unexpected that Edy almost wailed in agony if not for Salinas once again covering her mouth instantly.
“I’m sorry, it was an accident I-“ Edy pulled his hand off again before interrupting him.
“Whatever! J-just make it quick, all right!” She managed to keep her voice down to a whisper while fighting back tears.
“Wait, what?”
“It’s already inside! Just hurry up and finish it. It’s not like I wanted this or anything.”
“I can stop-“
“Just do it!”
It didn’t take any more than that for Salinas’ primal instinct to kick in and do as he was told. Unknown to Edy however, only the tip of his penis had entered her vagina, and with the permission she gave him he finished the job in one complete thrust. The massive invader made Edy leap forward and reach out to no avail with only a handful of dirt in her glove being her saving grace. She wanted to scream again, but Salinas had gotten pretty good at covering her windpipes to avoid them being caught. All Edy could think was that he was definitely bigger than Homer. Salinas was no brute either though. He refrained from any further movement and waited until Edy was accustomed to his size and got more lubricated before continuing. Edy took the opportunity to gyrate her hips and feel every inch of his cock inside her to get used to the invasive feeling.
“You ready?” There was a gentleman in Salinas despite his involuntary actions moments ago. Edy merely nodded in response and he continued.
Salinas committed to another hard thrust and the result was the same from Edy. In vain she leapt from underneath him and let out a hushed high-pitched squeal with each successive thrust into her inexperienced pussy. She bit on her free glove to negate the noise while the other was still grasping handfuls of dirt. She was starting to enjoy it though. Initially she was just about to take her good friend Salinas as nothing more than an insatiable pervert, but instead began to reason that one of the faults of being a celebrity is that every boy was going to want to fuck her. It’s not like she hadn’t done anything like this before, it was just that no one had quite plugged her up like Salinas until now. Though they were completely clothed Edy began to imagine the built muscular structure of Salinas with every hard thrust of cock and whimpered every time his dick tried to break the gates of her womb. Since he was fucking her through his fly the sound of skin slapping against skin was not audible, but rather the sound of their armor colliding and Edy’s puppy like cries. Even with their best efforts to try and limit the noise a few members of Squad 7 could hear the noise yet still remained oblivious.
“I guess they finally realized they could use their armor as shovels.” Largo suggested it and everyone believed it as a result. He had mistakenly taken Edy’s whimpers as effort and the armor impacting as digging. After all it was not uncommon to lose a shovel in the last war when they sometimes had to improvise trenches on the spot.
It wasn’t long until Edy felt like coming from the sensation of being fucked deeper into the dirt, but as her orgasm approached she began to raise her voice. Salinas opted to remove his glove and shove it deep in her mouth. The fingers of the glove tickled the back of Edy’s throat and a new pleasure was washing over her from the sensation of having more than orifice of her body invaded. Occasionally she gagged, but was silently hoping Salinas would stuff something in her ass too. She would never request it though; she still had a pure image to upkeep. She was close to coming but the hard controlled thrust of Salinas’ perfect technique was not enough to push her over, she had never come before and was praying to the Valkyrur that this would be her chance. Salinas pulled hard on one of the celebrity’s twintails and the painful pleasure finally pushed her over the edge. It was at that moment she remembered she had to pee and couldn’t hold it in. Her high-pitched muffled moaning erupted with her orgasm and the warm pee saturating the earth beneath her along with the ceaseless motions of Salinas’ cock trying to enter her womb made her body convulse for a couple minutes under the auburn haired lothario.
After a couple minutes of keeping her in bliss, Salinas stopped his hard intrusions and rested atop her while taking a deep breath. He had run into his usual problem; he couldn’t cum without any tanks nearby. So he delayed the problem by rolling Edy over as best he could without exposing any of himself over the foxhole and entered her used snatch from the front. Edy’s eyes immediately went wide upon reentry and her whimpers came back with more vigor, only this time Salinas could see her. Edy wrapped her arms around Salinas and held on as best she could for the ride. She had no idea why, but the previously hard controlled thrusts of Salinas evolved into sporadic desperate ones. Salinas was doing everything in his power to cum from imagining tanks to pulling Edy’s silver hair, but it wasn’t until he reached for her breasts that he felt his seed stirring up inside of him. Edy was wearing armor, and this was where his new found pleasure was coming from. He was imagining the self-proclaimed idol as some sort of androgenized tank and his lustful efforts began to take both of them to the brink of orgasm.
Edy could feel his cock growing inside her, she wasn’t sure, but took it as meaning he was close. The only issue was she couldn’t pull the glove from her mouth to tell him not to come inside her. Just another fault of being a famous celebrity, she told herself, every boy was going to want to impregnate you. Edy came as she imagined millions of adoring fans masturbating to a picture of her while they dreamed about impregnating her class A pussy. Her cunt attempted to drain every drop of cum that Salinas had to offer, but he pulled out and came on her pussy instead. Edy hadn’t told him to pull out, but she was glad he did when she felt what seemed like gallons of his sperm anointing the region between her legs.
When he was done he collapsed atop Edy and they tried to catch their breaths together, to do this Edy pulled the glove out of her hand slowly, and oddly, seductively. Only deep breaths filled her mouth now as they panted intensely near each other’s ears.
“You still have to pee?” Edy thought to ask her friend, and thought not much else as she came down from her orgasmic high.
“I kind of did already.”
“…Oh.” So that’s what the gallons of warm liquid was that saturated her pussy. She only assumed he came, but it was Salinas’ intention for her to make that assumption. Him pretending she was a tank didn’t work.
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Three Hours Later
Edy and Salinas were having a hard time staying awake after the round of sex they shared, but they knew it was absolutely vital that they stayed up. That being known they were still dozing off and on the verge of falling asleep. Edy was lying on her stomach once again with Salinas mostly on top of her doing the same. It was dark and the rustling of the tree leaves was a calm enough ambience to tempt them to walk in their dreams; that was until the snapping of twig was heard. Both became alert as quickly as they could, but the drowsiness of their close slumber slowed their reflexes drastically. They looked momentarily at each other and gripped their SMGs tightly as their eyes scoured the field for any movement, only to discover the entire field was moving. Edy was a panicky person, and before she could up and scream giving away their position Salinas covered her mouth. It was a skill he was getting very good at with her. He covered her mouth for a few second before she game him and assuring nod to confirm that she was composed and ready for action. Salinas let go of her and brought the radio to his ear.
“,,,” With his quietest voice he whispered into the radio, “Illuminate!”
Several flares along the entire front shot into the night sky and lit up the field along the hillside, their artificial light revealing an entire regiment of imperial soldiers sneaking across the clearing. Not even a quarter second later the muzzle flashes from every Gallian in the forest helped brighten the field even more while taking the lives of countless Imperials in their wake. Salinas and Edy shot into the advancing Imperials with hopes that their brethren would prevent any Imps behind them from getting a shot at them. Some Imperials ran back up the hill, others stood stationary and fired into the Gallian line, but many of them decided to rush only to be hit by a torrent of mass produced Gallian lead and fell in masses. Karl, who was manning his own station, was calling in mortar support to help the nearly overrun front.
“Fire! I repeat, fire on previously established coordinates. Zones: Able, Baker, Dog, and Easy.”
On the other side of the radio Claudia was relaying the info to Largo and the other lancers set to mortar mode.
“Able! Baker! Dog! Easy!” As the orders came in the lancers dropped ammo into their lance tubes fixed on the established coordinates as well as at the enemy line to prevent them from gaining fire superiority.
“Give ‘em hell, boys!” Largo shouted as they procedurally executed efficient loading of the mortars that were coached into them by a certain drill sergeant.
Dallas, who was never too far from Alicia, ran up to her with a phone in hand.
“It’s the Captain! She wants a SitRep!” Alicia grabbed the phone and provided a short report.
“Imperial advance thwarted, situation orange. Looks like they have us outnumbered and are severely overestimating our own unit size.”
“Understood, keep me posted.”
“Yes, Captain!”
Varrot hung up the phone and turned to face a number of officers, including Welkin, who had grown worried about the sudden eruption of gunfire from the front. They had returned to man their tanks and were working tirelessly to open a path to the front that vehicles could follow.
“We’re running out of time. We need to come up with a way to hasten our advance towards the front utilizing the limited resources we have.”
“What if we just litter or advance with HE shells and burn a path to the infantry?” Faldio was the one who came up with this solution.
“That only fix-” Before Varrot could even imagine carrying out the plan, a call from Regimental Headquarters came in.
“What is it?!” Varrot was suspecting the worst from the front.
“9^th Mountain rolling over to your position, the active CO wanted to speak with you.”
“9^th Mountain?” 9^th Mountain was the most recent addition to the Gallian Army 3^rd Corps that was established during the outbreak of the EWI by the request of General Gunther to specialize in the protection of Kloden. 3^rd Corps was currently under the leadership of General Gilbert Gassenarl, who was entrusted to command the southern forces in defense against the Imperial invasion.
A column of tanks, which seemed to have stretched on for miles in the darkness of a night only illuminated by quickly placed bulbs and tank headlights, rolled up on the meager looking Militia strategy meeting. One tank in particular held the crest of a Valkyrian Unicorn and the symbol for 9^th Mountain’s 1^st Mountain Infantry Brigade 4-10^th Armored Cavalry Regiment, which was more conveniently shortened to 9^th Mountain’s 4-10^th ACR; or simply 10^th ACR. Atop that tank was a young blonde with long finely braided hair clad in Gallian uniform bearing the rank of Major and an Yggdist necklace. She had an aura about her that was not far from Varrot herself, but with a more faithful driven vibe than the professional one Varrot was known for. As she walked off her mount the young officer introduced herself while the echoes of gunfire littered the mountainous forest.
“Major Audrey Gassenarl, XO of 10^th ACR. Who’s in charge here?”
“I am, ma’am” Varrot stepped up and saluted her superior and so did the Squad leaders behind her. It was unusual for them to see Varrot being the subordinate for once. Although Varrot was technically in a pay grade above the Armored XO, rank still mattered in these situations. “Captain Eleanor Varrot. CO of this regiment.”
“2^nd AI?” Audrey asked inquisitively.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“It seems I found the last of Damon’s cannon fodder then. You would do well to remind him that he should inform us before sending his Militia units into Kloden.”
“You weren’t informed?”
“Never mind that. I assume your orders are the same as the other Regiments?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Then it seems my orders are to assist you. Damon had no intention of you piercing the lines; otherwise you’d still be with your division, but rather for you to die by the lines. Fortunately my father sees no real use in wasting an entire unit like Damon without purpose. We are here to get you pass the lines. Once you’re there though, it will be up to you to rendezvous with the rest of your division and get back across.”
“Understood ma’am!” Varrot could only bite her tongue concerning Damon; this was even low for him.
“Update me on the situation.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Varrot went through the reports from the frontline and the methods they were employing to try and get their tanks to them. Audrey was in no way condescending, nor in any way mocking, but understood that the Militia was just not prepared for this fight. She analyzed the map of the frontline that 3^rd Regiment got itself into and at bewildering speeds came up with a sound plan. She presented that plan while pointing at corresponding areas of the map.
“You can take your Regimental HQ APCs along this path and that should get you to the front, unfortunately the trail will not support tanks well. I want you to get there immediately and provide real time leadership to your regiment while I take control of things here. Hold the line until morning and we’ll be there. When we do arrive go over the ridge and avoid the mountain, that’s were their forces are concentrated.”
Having no reason not to trust Audrey, Varrot saluted one more time and got to carrying out her orders.
“The rest of you man your tanks. I’ll have my unit make a road to the lines. Follow us in and when we engage take your Squadrons over the ridge. I will only engage the line long enough for you to break through, and then feign retreat.”
“Yes, ma’am!” The tank crews answered in unison and got to their vehicles. Faldio came up behind Welkin and slapped his back.
“Finally, some progress.” Faldio was ecstatic to see a new young hot officer in the mix.
“Is it though? I have a feeling whatever she has in mind for making a road will be harmful to the wildlife.”
“One track mind like always, eh? Don’t worry. I’m sure the wildlife can figure something out.” Faldio left for his tank as Welkin observed a whole new infantry battalion walking around the tanks of 10^th ACR. All of them looked dirty and like they haven’t left the field since the start of the war. Several motorcycles with large saddlebags and miles of electrical wire moved to the front of the formation followed by a tank with a dozer welded to its front. Seems 9^th Mountain’s Sappers, which engineers were dubbed in that unit, were going to line the base of the trees with explosives and shove them aside. Resources 3^rd Regiment wasn’t given before coming in.
Welkin climbed atop the Edelweiss and went legs first onto the commander’s seat. This time he wasn’t just greeted with his barely dressed sister in the driver’s seat, but with a barely dressed reporter right beside him as well. Isara was pulling the usual skirt and shawl only look, while Ellet had her entire blouse unbuttoned with no bra underneath to try and beat the heat of the tanks insides. Even with the gentle breeze outside the stagnant air of the Edelweiss was the major flaw of its design.
“Geez, how do you do it in here?” Ellet was fanning herself with some newspaper.
“How did you get in here?” Welkin was asking Isara more than Ellet.
“She was… very persuasive...” Isara didn’t want to tell Welkin that she only let the blonde in because she had dirt on her masturbating to Welkin’s night with Juno and her watching Salinas masturbate to the Edelweiss almost every night.
“Don’t worry about that! You’re looking at the GBS war correspondent recently assigned to Squad 7. I actually fought to be put here, so you should consider yourself proud. I’m going to write a whole book about you and your exploits, you’re gonna have plenty. I can smell it. Meanwhile my boyfriend will publish it on my own paper, The Writing on the Wall.”
“Boyfriend?” This piqued Welkin’s interest, he had never thought a man could keep up with someone like Ellet.
“Does that make you nervous, big man?” She laid her head on Welkin’s lap while she teased, “Don’t worry he likes hearing about me with other men. It gets him off. And I can tell you he liked hearing about you taking me for a ride.”
It got Isara’s perfect image of her brother to shatter even more and got her thinking about the number of women he had actually been with.
“I’m down for another go if you are, but I need stories in exchange.”
“…” Welkin sighed and just accepted the events unfolding, “All right, just keep your head down if things get hairy.”
“I don’t mind hair either.” Ellet caressed Welkin’s crotch playfully.
“Is, start the engine and head out with the formation once it gets moving.”
“Got it, Welks.”
It was going to be a long night. If his experience in Vasel meant anything then Welkin was convinced that there weren’t any nights in combat at all, just a long day that lasted for weeks, or months, at a time. From some loudspeaker a voice echoed in the forest.
“Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole!” A loud explosion with the sound of trees falling afterward followed suit.
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May 6, 1935 – 0845 Hours, Kloden
As expected, the most sleep anyone got last night was little more than an hour at most; at least that was the case for Squad 7. Those that didn’t see much action in the Militia often accused Squad 7 of getting the best of the war, while those that found themselves serving beside them would say they were getting the worst of it. Last night was no exception to this. It seemed that the highest concentration of Imperial forces was across the field from Squad 7, and as a result they were dodging bullets and shells for a majority of the night. Salinas and Edy still lay in their foxhole; it was much larger now since at some point in the night they discovered they could use their armor as shovels when Salinas was forced to use his as a melee weapon when an imperial dived in their foxhole to avoid being shot. They kept their eyes glued to the ridge for signs of enemy movement; the battlefield had been quiet for half an hour, and according to Varrot that was suspicious.
“You see anything?” Salinas made an attempt at conversation to quell the eerie silence.
“No! I don’t understand why they just don’t give up!”
“We should be the ones giving up. They obviously have us outnumbered.”
“Yeah,” Edy leaned closer to him as if to tell him a secret, “But we’re better!”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I’m on this side, not theirs.”
The piles of dirt that surrounded their foxhole began to vibrate and they could also pick up some strange sounds within their cover as caterpillar tracks drilled heavily into the earth. The two friends redirected their attention to the top of the ridge to see faint glimpses of tanks exposing their turrets over the hilltop as they got into position. Salinas grabbed the radio and the two of them looked at each other one last time.
“Nope.” Edy expressed her disapproval.
“Nuh-uh.” And Salinas returned it.
They jumped over their foxhole and ran back toward the Gallian line with weapons and radio in tow.
“What is it!? What’re you doing?!” Rosie was the first to ask them why they would run from perfectly good cover to risk a few bullets. Salinas lid into Rosie’s foxhole.
“Call the Captain and get ready for a fight.”
“Tell me what’s going on!” The first Imperial light tanks came over the ridge and started advancing slowly with squads of infantry standing behind them for cover.
“That!” Salinas primed his weapon and started shooting at any infantry unfortunate enough to expose themselves for too long. He knew as well as anyone else that his bullets weren’t going to pierce the armor. Alicia wasn’t too far and had Dallas call in the development to Captain Varrot that stood on a hill not too far away, she was overlooking the battle with binoculars.
“Captain, armor is rolling in! Our left flank is being hit the hardest and it’s failing!” As a radioman was relaying the developing info Varrot saw Squads 2, 3, and 4 run out from the front and away from the advancing imperials.
“…” Varrot put down her binoculars and boarded an APC, “Get the lancers moved up and committed to AT warfare. Our orders are to hold the line. Get these APCs to the west flank and load AP munitions!”
“This is a HQ unit.”
“And we have guns too! Let’s get moving.” Varrot’s APC raced to the exposed flank to rally what troops were left there.
Meanwhile at Squad 7s position three tanks were advancing and shooting blindly into the shrub. Elysse was the fastest lancer and led the group of bulky men trying to keep up behind. As one of the tanks was traversing the ridge it exposed its underside and she spared no moment to get on her knees and fire at the weak armor. Her rocket-propelled lance shot true to its target and penetrated the light tank. What followed was a burst of fire that stuck like napalm to the surface of the tank and shot out from the penetration area like the breath of a dragon. An Imperial inside the tank desperately jumped out from the opening on top of the turrent and was completely enraptured by the flames of Elysse’s lance. She reloaded and shot the tread off another tank halting its advance before the other lancers finally arrived at the front.
“Hold the line! Our orders are to hold the line!” Alicia was running up and down the foxhole littered shrub that served well until this point to protect the personnel of Squad 7. After two tanks were taken down by Elysse the Imperial soldiers had no choice but to go around them and continue advancing. Alicia saw this and aimed her rifle at the masses of imperial Soldiers making their way forward.
“Come on, Faldio. We need you now.” Alicia had grown accustomed to tanks being on her side, she intentionally wanted it that way upon joining the Militia after having lost so many men to the ones at Bruhl. She only really knew what true power was when Welkin rode in on the Edelweiss to save the day. Now she was praying for any kind of armor to come to their defense. What she got instead was more infantry. Dozens of men bearing a Gallian uniform came from behind her and started reinforcing the line. They were 9^th Mountain judging by the unit patch. They came with mortar fire, and heavy machine guns that they lined the front with. It wasn’t long before they started chopping down Imperials with their advanced firepower.
“Who’re you guys?!” Alicia turned to one of them to ask.
“Don’t ask just shoot!” His point was made clear when even more Imperial tanks began to come over the ridge with more infantry in tow. Even with the new unit arriving it seemed like the fight would still be a tough one. A heavy tank was the next machine to overcome the ridge and it was advancing with the rest.
“Shit!” Alicia began to fire again down the range. Magazine after magazine she loaded into her rifle and no matter how much she shot down more imperials would take their place. This is what they meant by harnessing superior numbers on a small nation like Gallia. The tanks were beginning to get awfully close and there wasn’t enough firepower to stop them. Alicia’s prayer was not to be unanswered though, as a faithful woman did approach the battlefield on an iron horse named Narcissus. The heavy tank took five shots of Gallian 75mm AP rounds and turned its turret toward the source only to be completely eradicated by another five rounds.
“What the hell was that!?” Largo was shocked by the firepower he witnessed, knowing it wasn’t his lance that did that.
“10^th ACR, that’s what!” The Army infantry battalion began cheering and rushed the field when the enemy armor realized the new threat on their flank and began to retreat with their infantry. The immobilized tanks were swarmed by the Army and the soldiers threw grenades inside their hatches to finish off whatever remained of the crews and what used to be 3^rd Regiment’s left flank was replaced with dozens of Gallian tanks with more incoming. Audrey left Varrot and those inside their tanks with one final parting.
“We’ll take it from here. Get your unit across and into the valley.” Varrot breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the message on her radio headset. The Major was right, there was no way they were going to pierce the lines without the other regiments. Varrot took a deep breath and began issuing orders once again. There wasn’t time for rest.
“Get the utility APCs across first. Mobile HQ will escort them to a safe position. All tanks need to rally their squads and head to the valley.”
Welkin listened attentively to the orders of his Captain then hauled the Edelweiss and the water buffalo behind it to his squad’s last position. Most of them were tired and tried to climb the Edelweiss for a ride while others tried to do the same but with the water buffalo. The fair-haired Major of 9^th Mountain was kind enough to lend out some heavy APCs, and Nadine drove one with the remainder of the squad as they advanced towards their seemingly distant target; an Imperial supply base that may or may not be there.
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Part two coming whenever. Thanks for reading.
-JPR
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