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As I was becoming more and more certain in my decision to start a solid relationship, the rest of the world was having its own set of issues.
One by one, the less developed nations in Africa, Asia, the Middle East, South America, and southeastern Europe began to fall. While it could be said also that they put up the greatest fight.
This is because the less democratic and more dictator-like nations responded harshly and found a surprising amount of success. Though it didn't last for long.
Their militaries didn't have the overwhelming advantage over the populus that first world countries did. If you add the fact that newer weapons and even brand new weapon designs were being deployed in greater numbers for the resistance, then you can see the result.
Soon, these backwards nations went dark, with them only coming online as a part of the Knights growing force.
As more of the world fell under their banner, the United States was one of the last main bastions of resistance to the Knights. Quick deployments of the Juggernauts along with a highly specialized and modern fighting force lead to a stalemate.
But that stalemate wouldn't last for long.
"I can't believe they took Kansas City, we had that place defended well."
Danzer looked over the holographic map, a faint green area slowly growing smaller with each passing minute.
The overall success of the Knights and their offensives are really due to numbers more than anything. In one on one fights, resistance fighters were almost always able to take out the enemy.
Yet, when dealing with odds that favor the enemy heavily, there isn't much that can be done.
Overall, the steadily push on all sides meant that a losing battle was being fought, and everyone knew it. Fathers were preparing shelters for their families, escape routes were commonly planned out in the notes of soldiers phones.
Hell, there was even a report documenting a shuttle that could accommodate over 200,000 people and sustain them.
For those that wished to try their luck among the stars, well, that was they're plan.
"While the loss is significant, we do have good news…"
Everyone present, all of the Juggernaut pilots and Handlers were together within the briefing room. We were awaiting our next orders, yet it seemed to drag on, the map consuming most of our attention as people grit their teeth at the knowledge that their homes were under enemy control.
I looked to Lena, her sharp blue eyes and cascading silver hair seemed to glow in the dim room. A soft squeeze of her hand, a reassurance, brought a small smile to her face.
Her smile calmed my own nerves, yet… they weren't totally gone.
"Falling Iron is almost completed. Within the next few days, satellites will be launched as we launch a feint missile attack on Knight supply lines. This should distract the majority of their air defenses. A total of 25 satellites will be launched, along with another 50 resupply satellites."
Project Falling Iron, my personal brainchild.
As nukes were more likely to get shot down and the risks of radiation causing mass disarming in recent years, only a few nations still possessed them.
North Korea got ballsy one year and attempted to launch one of theirs at Tokyo.
Safe to say it backfired.
The missile was shot down 50 miles from the Japanese coast by US made missile defense rockets. The North Korean dictator couldn't believe it, and he immediately claimed some bullshit excuse of losing contact during a test.
That was seen through pretty clearly, and an assassination later, North Korea finally became a democracy.
So now only the US, Russia, China, and the UK have nuclear weapons. However, the stock is leagues below where it was when my parents were growing up. Instead of thousands of missiles and thousands of bombs, only a dozen or so for each country.
While the world rejoiced at the thought of being relatively free from nuclear threat, it left a lot of nations wondering.
'With nukes gone, who wields the biggest stick?'
With little answer to that, well, realistic ones anyways, plus the worldwide revolution occurring, not many spent a whole lot of time developing a new superweapon.
That's where Falling Iron came into play.
When submitting the Juggernaut design, I also submitted a satellite based platform that could easily convert the existing unlaunched civilian satellites into kinetic rod satellites.
Using a base of tungsten and platinum, and a few other components, these rods when released would reach a speed approaching Mach 7. Far faster then any missile or jet in existence at the time. They are also magnetic as in adding an extra pull to the Earths molten core.
The impact would be the equivalent of the Russian made Tsar Bomb… just on steroids.
While I didn't think it would be possible, they thought it was a marvelous idea. As it would only take modification and not a ground up design. Now, apparently… it is ready for use.
"Tomorrow, at 0900, we will launch a ride targeting a convoy of enemy troops making their way towards Lincoln, Nebraska. Intelligence places 3 high value targets within this convoy."
Danzer cleared his throat and continued, "They are, Abigial Winters, Nolan Smith, and Elon Wolf. Those three are confirmed as being present as they led the conquest of Kansas City. We will be sending in the Juggernauts to complete the mission along with direct fire support from artillery…."
After hearing those names, the rest of the speech seemed lost to me. My mind was consumed by the knowledge that those I once called friends… were the targets of this mission.
While there was no love lost, nor was there an excessive amount of anger or vengeful joy… I seemed indifferent.
As we received our orders and were sent home for the night, Lena could tell that something was wrong.
Immediately after we got home, she instructed me to wait for her in the bedroom while she bathed.
Absent-mindedly nodding my head, as I had showered before the meeting, I made my way to the bedroom.
Tossing a fair bit of my clothes on the floor, I sat on the edge of the bed. My mind seemed to race a million miles a minute, the thoughts of what tomorrow would bring… weighing down on me.
I didn't even hear her get out of the shower, nor her bare footsteps walking into the room.
The only thing that made me notice her, was the soft sound of her voice.
"Ayden… come…"
My eyes gazed upon her naked figure, not a towel in sight. Pale skin that seemed unblemished by the sun, legs that were soft yet firm. Her hips prominently angled to give a slight look at her well endowed rear. A toned stomach traveling up to perky, milky breasts with cute pink nipples poking out.
She slowly walked towards me, straddling my lap as her hands cupped my face, planting a gentle kiss on my lips.
"I'm done waiting… I love you, and tonight… I'll prove it to you."
Each word playfully danced in my mind as if a succubus had spoken them, tempting me to corrupt this not so innocent woman playfully running her fingers through my hair.
"I love you too Lena…"
(R-18 Start)
Slipping my pants off, my tent was painfully noticeable as it pointed straight and true. Her hands cut to the chase, slipping down my stomach and past the last defense of my waistband.
Warmth.
That is what I felt when her hand gripped the base of my shaft, slowly stroking me as if to say, 'this is mine now'.
I let out a deep breath as soon, my underwear were sacrificed for the greater good, falling to my ankles as my body began to heat up. Her sweet, sensual curves within my grasp as she gracefully feel to her knees.
Wordlessly, she planted a simple kiss on my tip that set off serious alarm bells in my head. A seductive smile before slowly, yet surly, she took the head of my throbbing cock into her mouth. Little back and forth movements, accompanied by small licks and playful swirling of her tongue brought forth even more moans from my lips.
Being vocal was something that I found gave women a better view on sex and how it was going. It also encourages more effort and brings a better experience.
And that it did.
For within a short amount of time, she had taken almost the entirety of my length within her mouth, light choking noises suppressed by the tightness of her lips. Deepthroating me like her life depended on it, her head became a bobbing mass of silver hair and leaking drool.
Lewd sounds of her sucking filled the room as every muscle in my body tensed up, fighting back the urge to not let it all go right then and there.
Thankfully, she had been watching my reactions, a loud popping sound as she released my cock.
Giving the tip another playful kiss, she stood pressing into me. Her breasts, perfect mounds of softness that any man would kill to fondle, gently flattened against my chest as she reached her mouth to my ear, whispering the words that completely made me through caution to the wind.
"Make me pregnant… my love…"
As if I was consumed by primal lust and desire, my hands gripped her ass, tossing her body to the center of the bed. A seductive smile graced her lips as she spread her legs, giving me full access to her hairless forbidden garden.
Her lower lips drooled in anticipation as I crawled between her legs, my cock slowly grinding over her clitoris. That earned me a few sweet moans that only added to the lustful haze in my mind.
Bringing my hips back, lining up my tip to her entrance, I slowly pushed myself in.
And the feeling, was indescribable.
Her hot, wet walls instantly collapsed on me, trying to pull me in further and push me out at the same time. While contradicting, I paid no heed to it as the pleasure I felt overwhelmed any response. All I could do, was keep going.
After I had gotten a couple of inches in, I hit a wall. A thin membrane only meaning one thing…
"Virgin?"
She nodded, and surprisingly, wrapped her legs behind my waist, applying pressure with them.
"Take me… I am yours… and you are mine… it is only fair that you take my first…"
Like a good soldier, I followed orders and pressed forward. Instantly, I broke past the thin barrier, the proof of her purity, now gone. A loud moan/gasp came from her lips as I bottomed out inside of her, the pressure on my cock reaching an insane amount as it took every ounce of my being to not cum right away.
After waiting for a few moments, allowing her to get ahold of herself, I slowly began to thrust.
Shallow at first, my hips moved at a slow and deliberate pace, letting her get used to the shape and size of my cock. Soon enough, soft moans escaped her lips as an indicator to increase the speed.
Our lips found each other's as the pound became faster and faster. Lewd smacks and slapping sounds echoed throughout the room as the sheet bore witness to our love.
Sure enough, even though I tried my hardest, I could feel myself on the edge of completely losing it as my orgasm was close. But thankfully, she spoke up, "I'm close, keep going!"
Knowing she was close as well, I picked up the pace again. This time, my lips latched onto her tantalizing nipple as it earned a light gasp in between her moans. My tongue danced around her nipple, suckling on it as if I were looking for milk.
Not leaving her other breast lonely for too long, I switched over, giving it the same loving care.
This along with the soft and marvelous caress of her insides were sending me over the edge. As I prepared to reach my orgasm, her insides tightened around me suddenly. A shriek of pleasure left her lips as her orgasm arrived.
This in turn sent me into heaven as the dam burst. One powerful thrust, my tip hitting her descending womb, climaxed my release as shot after shot of my hot cum flooded her insides.
The pleasure was mind bending and overwhelming, completely robbing the both of us of our senses for a moment.
When I looked down, her beautiful gaze met mine and a long, slow kiss was shared.
Without having to say another word, we went at it again.
For 4 hours, alternating positions from doggy to cowgirl to everything we could think of, we went at it like rabbits.
At the end of it, we laid on the bed. Thankfully, we had been smart enough to change the sheets after the last go. I looked down to the silver haired minx, peacefully sleeping on my chest I couldn't help but give a soft smile.
Tomorrow morning, tomorrow in general, I have no idea what it will bring. But I know one thing, this woman laying across my chest…
She's worth it… every damn second of it.
As I drifted off to sleep, my dreams were filled with a white light and images of an unknown woman, her silhouette offering no help as dreams of Lena seemed to drown them out.
In the morning, going for a quick round and getting ready for the day, we told each other I love you.
It seemed as if life had given me a second chance at love. Little did I know however….
That second chance would end on a far off battlefield… where the quiet embrace of death would soon surround me… and soon after that… the rest of the world.
(Introduction Arc: END)