I could hear the telltale sound of deafening rotor blades of the Blackhawk choppers closing in on our position. Parker cries out to the rest of the unit to move their asses as I shoulder his weight. The creatures already overran our defensive lines. It was down to fighting hand-to-hand with these abominations. Only our custom-made havoc suits gave us enough of an edge against them not to be completely wiped out, advanced combat suits that increased strength, speed, and armor. Hundreds of them came out of that hell-forsaken mountain we were tasked with clearing—an infestation of nightmarish proportions.
Alvarez pops smoke as the rest of the unit covers the Captain, and the others retreat. The gunships came in first, roaring overhead. Aiding in suppressing fire around our locations. Colt and Eddie pulled in as many wounded team members as they could. It was a shit show going sideways by the second.
"Watch out, Thomas!" Ben yelled from somewhere.
I bring my rifle up just in time to spray a couple of demons bearing down on me. Parker caught another pair flanking us. We were in danger of friendly fire at this point.
"Chopper's inbound!" Alvarez yelled.
The sight of the Blackhawks descending was welcome, but we weren't out of the woods yet. A massive quake knocks Parker and me off our feet. Something behemoth breaks thru the ground just a hundred yards away. A loud, ear-piercing shriek fills the night. A renewed horde of demons exits with that damned monstrosity. All the gunships focus on that giant behemoth wrecking the battlefield. I heard a loud crash as I spotted Jets flying over our position.
"Thomas, get the other's out of here!!" Captain Hison yelled.
I pick Parker up and hobble to the chopper. A blinding wall of fire engulfs everything, hitting both of us like a freight train.
In the middle of the night, I woke up in a cold sweat, sitting up on the couch. The dream of the last moments of Aedan is fresh in my mind. It's been years since I had any nightmares about that time. My heart raced a mile a minute. The napalm dropping was the last thing I remember from that night. I was told that Ben carried damn near everyone to the evac choppers as Hison and a few others held the horde off. No one ever found out what happened to them after the helicopters left.
A rumbling in the kitchen drew my attention. I spotted Charlotte bend over, rummaging through the fridge. Her peachy bottom looked nice and ripe. The track shorts she was wearing from earlier rode up her backside, giving them a thong-like appearance. I wanted to approach and squeeze her tush with both hands before burying my face in her bottom. Her peach looked wet as I could faintly see the wet circle where her cherry lips would be.
I recall having many surprising encounters that way with Camilla during the early morning hours. We would go for hours; her moans of pleasure were fond memories. That was one thing about Camilla that I missed. She was so erotic and sensual in the bedroom. The sound of a door opening caused me to reflexively lay back down. Hannah appeared in nothing but a pink tank top and white panties. Her tush was even more delicious than I'd realized. The next thing I see is her bending over beside her sister. Their rumps were high in the air as if beckoning me to come and pound the lights out of them. My heart skipped a beat when I saw just how wet Hannah was. The white panties looked soaked by her feminine juices. Camilla was the same way when she was ready to receive a pounding from me. 'Were they having wet dreams tonight?' My mind wandered to the image of Camilla being wet too, and my junk sprung with erotic desire. Just as I had that thought, my wife appeared in the small kitchen too. The three women exchanged a few words while searching the fridge. To my shock, Camilla's rump was in the air, bent over too. Almost wiggling her tush, calling to me to ravish the three of them the rest of the night. No doubt she was wet, too; it was plain to see, even in this low light of the dark apartment. There was enough moonlight to illuminate the erotic scene.
The ladies were debating what late-night snack they would eat. An overwhelming need to eat their wet cherries nearly overtook my judgment. Camilla and I were separated, and from what Lorelei told me, she was ready for a divorce. Hannah was my partner, and with her on the chopping block with the top brass, I was the last partner she was probably getting. Her career as New York's finest was hanging on threads. Then it came to the reason for that situation. Her sister Charlotte hated my guts. Blaming me for the state of her sister's career. A group of men stalked her during her first and second years of college. Hannah arrested them the moment she found out. Even with ample evidence, the group of six were released. That didn't stop Tate from going after them for two years. Ultimately, she couldn't put them away for good due to the wealth of the six stalker's families. Tate was blacklisted by the department. Finally, landing with me. The final stake in her career. So, I knew it was just fantasy, thinking I'd get Charlotte or Hannah simultaneously. I close my eyes as the three foxes fix a tasty aroma-smelling snack. I forced myself to think of something else. When I heard Camilla's voice again.
"I know you're awake. Here, at least have something to eat with us," Camilla said.
She pushed my hanging feet off the couch, a typical move she had to do if she wanted to sit down around me. She offered a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches with bacon and grilled onions. I take the plate and dig into the tasty food. The next thing I knew, Camilla lifted the blanket onto my lap.
"Oh gosh, figures you have a hard-on," Camilla whispered. "Were you gawking at us while we were fishing through the fridge?" Camilla asked.
She covers my lap as Hannah comes and sits by her on the couch. Charlotte takes the recliner on the other side of me.
"Since we're all up, we might as well watch a movie or something," Hannah said, turning the tv on.
"Can't sleep?" I asked, trying to hide the hard-on I had.
"Ewww, OH MY GOD?! How can we sleep with a giant in the living room?" Charlotte snarked. "Why can't he stay at some dinky motel or something?" she added.
"Give it a rest Charlotte; it's just for a few nights," Hannah said calmly.
"Well, he shouldn't be here for Camilla's sake. She's got enough to deal with already," Charlotte countered.
"It's okay, really. We're on good terms, sweetie," Camilla stated.
Charlotte drew her legs to her chest, not realizing how it made her cherry sandwich between her legs. Her cheeks hung out as the track shirt rode up between her legs. It was evident now she was actually wet. A lot more than I had estimated. Her perfectly blue manicured toes wiggle as she eats her food. 'Was she oblivious to how she was presenting herself?'
"Charlotte put your legs down. You're flashing your lady parts in front of Thomas. We don't need his heart exploding tonight," Hannah said calmly as she ate.
Charlotte's eyes widened, and she quickly complied with her older sister's request. Her face turns rosy red, contrasting her milky white skin. All she did was puff and look away. I could still see she had a cameltoe visible between her legs.
"You're one to speak, Sissy!" Who's the one wearing panties in front of him?" Charlotte countered.
"What?? I'm not…," Hannah said but stopped.
Her face turns a bright red as she realizes she is in her panties too.
"Don't worry, Tate, I didn't see anything," I said hastily.
"Sure, buddy! You probably watched everything right here from the sofa," Charlotte stated. "Right in front of your wife too. I bet you have a hard-on with your small penis, watching all three of us!" she added.
I shot up in an instant. It was like my body acted on its own. The moment I did, it was instant regret. The blanket fell to the floor, revealing my huge junk in a very erect state. Pointing straight out like a signpost, stretching my tight boxers to their limit. Charlotte gasps before covering her mouth. I heard Hannah gasps, too, from her spot beside Camilla. The form-fitting blue designer boxers mixed with my exposed bare chest caught everyone but Camilla off guard. The two sisters sat speechless while Camilla remained quiet. After all, she wasn't the least bit surprised by my size. She'd enjoyed many nights because of my size. If that was all, it took to prevent her from leaving. I sat down quickly, hoping the shock would wear off and they'd ignore what they'd seen.