I hurried the last bit of the way to the house yard gate. Nothing stirred, but then Robbie barked and came lumbering from the house and I relaxed.
I eased inside the gate and let myself pet Robbie affectionately for a long moment before turning to look back over the way I had just come. Things were getting bad in town.
Bad wasn't really the word for it actually. The situation was unsustainable.
The increasingly odd proclivities of the town's populace had taken a turn for the worse. Several children had gone missing and they'd been missing for a while. Not orphanage children, but outside townsfolk children.
I'd noticed right away several days ago that there weren't as many children around, but not a soul had made mention of the fact of there being an absence of any note worthiness. In fact, everyone had seemed almost sedated as if enjoying something of hidden significance.
The notion of what could've happened made my stomach churn. Pastor had met my knock at the door today with my loaned gun tucked behind his back. He knew as little as I did about the missing children and yet I could tell that he was refusing the inevitable conclusion that one must surely come to and yet he knew something was very wrong just the same.
The fact of the matter was that the inhabitants of the town just weren't themselves anymore. I blamed the government food primarily, but there were many factors to consider, but chiefly it all boiled down to one thing. The children needed to get out of town!
Pastor had agreed wholeheartedly to that and to that end he was readying them even now to slip out of town tonight. It was a full moon and so there would be plenty of light to see by.
It would be a harrowing march all the same for the kids, which is why I was going back. I'd had to leave for appearance's sake, but also because it was needful in order to once more don the trappings of a past that I'd wanted nothing else but to leave behind for forever. It was time to be a warrior again.
Going to the house I stepped inside to see JaLin bringing something out of the oven. Her face was beaming as she viewed the contents of the dish before her.
I smiled wryly at the look of pleasure on her face. I'd never seen a woman make do with so little to go on in terms of food to cook. Nevertheless, she somehow derived pleasure from just the simplest recombination of the bland vegetables I was able to get to grow.
She glanced up and her smile for me was truly heartwarming, but then it faded as her eyes studied me more closely. She set the hot dish down and coming to me she queried softly to me in her language.
Though I didn't understand her words I still got the question of them. I gestured with a thumb over my shoulder towards the town and said, "It's bad. Kids are missing and it's not good. The kids from the orphanage need to come here." I said, pointing to the floor and she nodded emphatically.
Being in agreement was good. Very good and I relaxed a little, but not much as the prospect of tonight and the days afterward were wearing on me heavily. JaLin came to me and her face wore a look of commiseration that soothed my worries enough for me to confess, "I've got a bad feeling. It might be over for us soon. I just don't know what will happen. Sometimes I think it's just the memory of former years, that's all that keeps the people in town together. Right now, though they frankly scare me. I'm not ashamed to admit it either! I've been in war and I've seen something like this before. It's not good and I don't like where I think it's going to end. I'm only one man and there's a whole town full...."
Her hands stilled my lips from speaking further. She shook her head negatively and pressed against my heart with one hand before jumbling out, "You able to fight good."
Despite the situation, I smiled and said, "I understood that!"
She smiled, but her seriousness came back and taking her hand, she smashed her fist into the palm of the other one in a surprisingly violent action and then pointing to me she surprised me further by saying with heavy inflection, "Warrior!"
A warm glow suffused throughout my entire being as her words coursed through me like a wave of warmth. She believed in me and I loved her all the more for it.
She came close and rising up on tiptoe, she kissed me. I kissed her back as I slid my hands around her tiny waist to hug her to me.
My kiss upon her upturned lips was hungry, but I pulled back with surprise as I felt her hands undo my pants only to then wrap around my thick shaft possessively. I glanced down to see for myself only to witness her glide down to her knees before me until her face was directly poised in front of my cock.
This was something new for her. I wasn't really expecting it, but at the same time I was silently begging for it to go further and then it did.
Her pretty lips kissed the head of my shaft that her hands held and then they separated apart to envelop over the head of my cock as she encased the tip of my cock in the honey warmth interior of her wet mouth.
This was a new progressive step for her forward and silently I basked in the moment. I closed my eyes and gripped my hand over the back of a nearby chair as her lips glided back and forth upon me.
I'd wanted this from her, but I hadn't wanted to ask and now it was all the more special because she was giving it of her own free will. I slid my eyes open only to behold her almond shaped gaze fixed upon me as she played with my cock in her mouth.
"I really like what you're doing JaLin. Thank you!" I said meaningfully.
Somehow I felt her smile as much as I saw it as her mouth closed over ever more of my shaft than it had before. One of her hands came up to massage and lightly squeeze upon my balls and I moaned and swelled even thicker into her mouth.
Silently I stood there as if rooted to the spot as her mouth moved pleasurably upon me until there was no holding back and I spewed my seed into her mouth. Opening my eyes, I took in the sight of her looking up at me with a gleam of satisfaction within her enigmatic gaze.
Feeling lightheaded I idly watched as she pulled her mouth free of me only to then lick along my shaft to clean up what she'd missed in terms of my spewed forth essence. I so didn't deserve this woman!
Her task done, she made to stand up and I helped her. She fastened my pants back together and still a bit dreamy I let her direct me to sit down in a chair at the kitchen table.
Food was served and as was customary I prayed a blessing over it, only I added an extra note of thanksgiving this time. She gave a giggle and looking up from the prayed words I'd just said we both smiled at each other and then together took a bite of the food.
The food was awful! Struggling to not let on, I forced myself to chew it anyway.
Risking a glance her way I saw her gazing at the food on her plate in disgust. She caught my gaze and making a quite bold gesture she pointed to my crotch and then to the food in a way as to say that I tasted better than what she had to eat before her.
I half choked on the food in my mouth before gratefully spitting it out. She rose up quickly and took my bowl away.
Coming back to the table for her bowl I snared her and brought her to me as I remained seated. Glancing up into her frustrated gaze I said, "You know, I bet you'll taste even better still."
Her face flushed, but she was unresisting as I lifted her up to sit on the table's edge. I pushed on her chest and slowly she lay back upon the table, even as I eased her skirt upward.
Stroking my hands along her bare legs I admired the visual treat that she was. She was mine and possessively I lowered my mouth to taste of her feminine beauty.
She shivered in my grasp of her legs as my lips made contact with her. I smiled as I ruminated on the fact that sometimes one got to have dessert before dinner. Now was such a time and I relished both the taste of her and the sounds of her impassioned moans of pleasure more so than the finest of foods.
I spelled, "I love you." Upon her pleasure bud just forward of her sheath with my tongue and then I spelled it all over again and at long last she came. Her orgasm brought even more increased wetness, but I contented myself with spelling her name in the same fashion as I had just written out my love for her.
She responded violently and chuckling I pressed on with my lovingly done torment of her. My utter intent was to spoil this woman with pleasure. How could I not when just the sight of her breathed meaning into my life.
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Going to the wall of the shed I took off the sledgehammer that hung there. The sun had begun to sink low on the horizon and that meant it was time to leave.
Purposefully I walked towards my oldest and longest producing raised planting bed. JaLin followed along quite curious.
Staring introspectively at the dirt and its growing produce I made the finality of rediscovering the past by swinging the sledgehammer. The heavy metal head of the hammer splintered apart the wooden boards of the corner of the raised bed and without ceremony, I proceeded to the other three corners and did the same.
Dirt collapsed off to the sides in a cascade leaving in its wake the rise of a perturbed mound in the center of the old planting bed. Stepping through the dirt I began to sweep the dirt off the long crate until I had mostly unearthed it.
Grabbing a handle I pulled hard and drug the crate free of the loose dirt and out to the dry dirt of the plain. Flipping the latches up I opened the lid and exposed to the light what I had buried over six years before. At that time this planting bed had been for flowers, but now the time for flowers and vegetables was over even as war was likely to begin soon.
JaLin came close and peered in with curiosity to see what was in the crate. I watched as her eyes scanned over the weaponry, medals, uniforms, and general accoutrements of a soldier. I waited patiently until her eyes rose to mine and I asked, "Still like me?"
Her brow wrinkled and pressing a hand to my heart, she made it clear that she did. I let out a breath and turned back to the crate and said, "That's good. Because if you only knew how many of your religious sect I've put an end to things might be different."
She said nothing, and yet somehow I doubted she'd missed the meaning of what I'd said. She stayed and even helped me put on the gear of a former life as if my past didn't bother her at all. A past that was bathed in bloodshed.
There had been no respectable place for a killer in the society of past years, but now things were different. Now it seemed like I was the last truly free person left alive that I knew of.
Carefully inspecting over the Lapua 50 caliber sniper rifle that I had carried for years and made most of my kills with I discovered that it was in fine working order just as I had left it. The bolt moved easily with no sign of rust or hesitation. It was ready to kill again and so was I.
I slid the rifle over my shoulder along with my other lighter assault rifle before turning my gaze to JaLin. Tears were streaming down her face and not knowing how to make it any easier on her, I stepped forward and kissed her passionately before quickly moving away at a jog for the gate and the town beyond.
I glanced back once only to see the JaLin had fallen to her knees in the dirt of the torn apart planting bed.
"Please keep her safe, God!" I whispered even as I moved on. In just a few short weeks I'd found the love of my life and the thought of never seeing her again hurt in a way that threatened me as if it was an armed foe.