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Heavy metal music filled the inside of the hangar, the crew inside running around trying their best to look busy. Not that a normal day wasn't usually so, military aircraft maintenance was practically a 24/7 job, but today especially people were doing their best not to be idle. In the center, inside a broken down troop helicopter, stood the primary reason: their commanding officer. She herself wasn't actually watching anybody, instead being more interested in the repairs she was making.
Some of the newer crew were initially surprised to see someone of her rank doing something so menial, until it was explained in hush voices from the veterans that it was something she would do to cool off from her normal duties. For both types, however, the busywork had a secondary benefit: helping them keep their minds off of staring at the woman.
This last bit was particularly difficult, considering how her grease-stained jumpsuit was barely containing the shapely blonde dream Viking demigoddess. Not helping was the open top displaying the deep valley underneath, nor was the wiggling of her hips to the music.
Fortunately for everyone's sanity, a phone on the nearby table rang, prompting the officer to stop and pick it up. She spoke briefly, before listening intently. A smile appeared on her beautiful face before she thanked the person on the other end. She then turned to leave, giving orders for someone to contact one of their newer troops to meet her in her office after a visit to medical. Some of the veterans gave each other a knowing look.
In the center of the training room stood a circle of women, all themselves prime examples of everything Amazon through, heh, Valkyrian. Within that circle were two participants, one their sister, the other a rough muscly man. As the circle watched, the participants continued there dangerous dance with their blades, neither side having drawn much blood as of yet, instead mainly focusing on dodging and re-directing each other's strikes.
Watching through a window from her office over the training room, the officer watched intently, only looking away when a knock was heard at her door. Turning, she thanked the doctor. The cute brunette woman nodded before picking up the air tank and walking out, opening the door for the person waiting outside.
The officer smiled again as one of her fresher soldiers walked in. Not only for the punctuality of her orders, but because the officer was genuinely happy. Few fighting women, for various reasons, were able to rival the blonde's full shapely figure, which was more than alright since many made up for it in other ways. But the redheaded vixen standing in the doorway was more than an even match, her bust even larger despite the leaner muscle, built for precision over raw toughness, underneath, her flared thighs combining with her slimmer waist for a lovely hourglass shape.
"Thank you, Command Sergeant, for coming to my office," the officer licked her lips as her eyes looked the soldier over,
"I have an update that you might be interested in.
The sergeant's face lit up at this, and the officer could see hope budding behind those sharp green eyes.
"Before I give you it, however, I must ask a question," the blonde turned to the window, beaconing the redhead over with the wave of a hand,
"This man you are looking for. Once we have hired him, will you two be partaking in the ritual?"
The soldier stepped over next to the officer, looking down at the knife fight happening below.
With only a moment's thought, the sergeant shook her head.
"Seems kind of excessive to me," she said.
The officer nodded with a
hmm.
"Things like that often seem that way from the outside," the blonde said,
"But for those on the inside..."
The Vikingess stepped closer, and wrapped her arm around the vixen's waist.
"...the ones that allow the emotions stirred by the moment to wash over them, to drive them further in... " she ran a finger along the shapely bust of the redhead, before gently poking a spot on the side, the blonde leaning in to whisper in the ear,
"then it can feel like it's never enough."
The sergeant bit her lip, a soft moan escaping as her busom started to swell. The officer ran a hand down the vixen's thigh, noting it too was thickening in a pleasant fashion, before reaching up and poking the side of her own chest. Soon her own top was straining to contain the mounds growing beneath, as she pressed them against the sergeant's.
To be fair to the sergeant, the vixen fought through the sensation as their figures stopped growing, coming in at just over a 1/2 increase.
"Still," the redhead gasped, her face flush,
"All of this just so the guy can 'claim' her? That seems very... Red Sonja-ish, don't you think?"
The Vikingess lightly laughed, the vibrations working its way across,
"It's a bit more complicated than that."
She indicated the surrounding circle.
"See what the people of the circle are doing?" the blonde asked.
The redhead quirked an eyebrow,
"Nothing?"
"Precisely," the officer said,
"Nothing. They aren't tripping him up, or using their own blades to damage him."
The woman in the center finally landed a hit on the man's arm, a light strike, barely enough to draw blood. Pausing, the man wiped some of the blood with his off hand. He then licked the blood from his fingers, before smiling. Flipping his knife around, he shifted his pose, and went back to fighting the woman, who was equally smiling, flirtation mixing in with her smooth movements.
"He is an experienced Alpha Squad team leader, who has fought in many battles," the blonde continued,
"And during that time he has gained the trust and respect of every one of them. Staying back and watching is their way of giving permission."
Once again the center woman drew blood from the man, but he pushed through, pulling off an impressive throw maneuver before kneeling over her with his knife to her throat.
"Gotcha," they could make out him saying, before he turned and grabbed the leg she attempted to use to kick him off,
"Nah ah ahhh. Do you give in?"
For a second everyone just stayed where they were, unmoving. Eventually, the woman smiled, and let go of her blade.
"I do," she said.
The man grinned, letting her let go before stabbing the knife into the floor. Before he had a chance to stand up, the woman had grabbed him by the shoulders, and pulled herself up into a deep kiss, which he returned as he embraced her.
The women of the circle started applauding, some barking off
"How HOWWW!" joyfully enough to be heard through the windows. As the new couple stood up, the circle all started gathering around them before leading them off to a 'special' chamber nearby.
The vixen just shook her head disbelieving at the display she just witnessed. The blonde lightly laughed again, before leaning in closer to the redhead's ear.
"We've caught a lead," she whispered.
Green eyes brightened again as they turned to stare into blue.
"For real this time?" she asked, excitement in her voice.
Somewhat reluctantly, the officer pulled away, shuttering the windows before walking to her desk, hips swaying. She turned the monitor around.
"Wanted to wait to watch this with you," the blonde said,
"Apparently only a single agent was able to escape with his life with this. Even then, it's only a small sliver. Whomever these people are, they are skilled, and highly motivated when it comes to protecting their own. I find that rather refreshing, actually, very admirable."
She pushed a few buttons, and fragments of a video file started up. While the location was difficult to make out, it was apparent that the recording was from someone's helmet camera, the FAST model suggesting special forces of some type. Around the soldier was a gunfight raging, when the head turned to look at someone.
A bearded man in full tactical gear, wearing a beanie.
"It's him," the redhead gasped,
"When was this?"
"While he's supposed to be in Japan," the Vikingess noted as the video continued.
Suddenly some figures in the distance appeared, men with rifles taking potshots. Quick as a flash the bearded one stepped further into cover, before unleashing a volley of fire back at them with his highly customized M4. The viewpoint itself ducked before the two women could see what happened, but at least two bodies fell over before the camera was out of view.
"WOO that's tango down!" the man shouted as more return fire chipped at his cover.
He ducked a little, turning toward the camera with a grin.
"Looks like the Devil's come to play," he flashed some metal horns with his hand,
"Let's kick his teeth in! HA!!"
The video freezed just as he turned back, the file glitched out as the fragment ended.
By this time the sergeant was squatting down in front of the monitor, staring at the image on the screen.
"He's still got it," she said breathlessly, raising a hand to run a finger along his face, before shaking her head lightly before standing back up,
"Any idea where he might be now?"
A pause.
"Ma'am?" the sergeant, slightly confused, looked over to her CO.
The blonde had a hand over her mouth, the other on her hip, staring intently at the picture herself. She reached over, and moused over the video.
"...like the Devil's come to play. Let's kick his teeth in!"
Quickly she paused the file, and looked again at the bearded man. Blue eyes stared at blue eyes...
"Ma'am?" the sergeant cleared her throat, a small smile on her face,
"You been able to locate him?"
"Right, sorry," the officer snapped out of her reverie, before clicking out of the video,
"we had another op running in Florida recently that picked up on a news article from the last few days, and intel flagged it as related."
A news page popped up on screen, reporting on a train hijacking that was thwarted by the brave efforts of FBI agents that had boarded the train while it was moving. Scrolling down, they could see a picture that had been marked by the person that sent the file. The circle itself was around that of one of the tactical agents in the background. It wasn't much, since the man had his back to the camera, but what they could see... a customized M4, what looked to be blonde beard, and a beanie on top of his head.
"Now this isn't confirmed, just a possible thread to chase down," the officer admitted,
"But after seeing that video just now? I think it's in our interest to look into it. Feel like going to Miami?"
The blonde barely had time to ask before the redhead was on her, lips locking as they dived into a deep kiss.
They held the embrace for a minute before reluctantly surfacing for air.
"I shall mark down that you volunteered enthusiastically," the officer smiled,
"and I look forward to pictures of you in a bikini."
The sergeant blushed, her face getting almost as red as her hair. She bit her lip,
"I'm a little worried. Dozer's a bit on the old-fashioned side. I don't know how he will react to all of this. To... us."
The demi-goddess smirked,
"He is a man, and we are women. I'm sure that between the two of us we can wear him down."
The officer stepped up to the sergeant, and ran a hand down the other side of the voluptuous vixen's bust.
"No doubt he will find us strange. Maybe even," a press,
"excessive. But once he's inside," she then reached down, and pressed a spot on the vixen's thigh,
"and letting his emotions wash over him," her hands moved up, and pinched through the cloth at the corset underneath,
"driving him ever deeper..."
The officer stepped back and watched as the sergeant stood there gasping, previously loose fatigues increasingly tight as each breath the vixen's breasts and thighs swelled bigger. And
bigger. And bigger.
Smiling, the Viking demigoddess mirrored the pressing on herself. Soon her figure was growing in an attempt to catch up.
"Then he will find that it's never, ever enough."
Last edited September 13, 2019 9:52 pm
