Kiltering Mayhem-Chapter 82: Memories (Part 1)

Saying aloud the name of Marckza for the first time is invigorating, especially because she has reddened cheeks, burning with something that clearly is not shame.

""—I love you""...

She and I mime at the same time; And this time, Marckza’s blush is more intense, covering her beautiful face with the palms of her hands to try and hide her expression.

{She is adorable, I kinda want to mess her up now, and I am not talking about roasting her}

"—Until tomorrow Drïekvïer"; Says Marckza, turning around over her bed to sleep, giving me a clear view of her firm ass cheeks.

—Until tomorrow Marckza...

Hugging Xoulsey, I remove the black tie that is tied over her eyes, so I can partially see her beautiful sleeping face.

{*Sigh*, I want to keep going, but for some reason, I don’t find appealing keep having intercourse with a sleeping partner, I felt the same with Risteth, Is this a normal behavior?, Or just a personal preference?}

With this doubt still in my mind, I close my eyes as I press my back against the wall, giving a bit more space for Xoulsey to be comfy in this cramped bed.

•

The chilling icy breeze in this bright night ravages the tetric and dense snowy forests near the border with Northern Front.

A call for assistance from the allied nation has caused our Company to be diverted from its patrol mission to hunt down Farioth; To advance further in allied territory and delay the offensive advance of the Obsidian Lions.

Having a beautiful view of this environment thanks to the luminescent reflection coming from one of the moons that today is completely full; "Our" Company prepares for the incoming carnage, a normal occurrence when you fight against soldiers of the Obsidian Lions.

They are so full of themselves that truly believe every other Species is weak and dumb, which is why they die so fast, as there is no tactics, training or common sense in their actions, even a Tribal Warrior has a higher opportunity to fighting back a Soldier from The Kcrwlmndth Federation rather than this Nation of black kitties.

As we approach the designated area, the snow and ice around us become less and less present, and the vegetation becomes more abundant with each few kilometers we continue moving forward.

"—Contact!"; Shouts a rookie, firing his Reglamentary Rifle, shooting [Ionic Strikes] to eradicate whatever he has found.

The warnings of other Soldiers are heard, firing flashes of light towards the sky to illuminate our surroundings more before starting to shoot at our aggressors.

Creatures I have never seen before are running at high speed from all our flanks surrounding us in mere seconds.

Their gelatinous bodies are very similar to more viscous tar, but their anthropoid silhouette is loaded with four arms and they seem to have eight tentacles instead of legs.

And it is at that moment that I understand what is happening, this things are not sprinting, they are floating with incomparable speed and precision, blasting dark bullets of energy back at us.

This ammunition is made of vanta black energy coated with a dark misty grey; At first, there is no problem against them, the [Rouleaux Barriers] and the [Zöhår Membranes] do their jobs protecting us entirely from this apparently infinite amount of really fast projectiles.

But the tides change the moment our energetic defenses are surpassed for no reason at all, burning while corroding the Fake Epidermis Suit along with the plated armor that usually is sufficient to maintain the troops of The Kcrwlmndth Federation intact of most threats across all Clarattoia, obviously, omitting The Farioth.

Casualties on our side and panic on my comrades come with haste; As these creatures do; They are powerful fighting at long distances, as their Vanta black [Zöhår Membranes] seem completely impenetrable for the standard ammunition we employ, and their prowess in close combat is enormous thanks to the multiple limbs they possess on their bodies.

My patience runs out, and even though the Leader of the Company said I shouldn’t use another ammunition without permission; I ignore the order and begin to take down each of this monsters on my own with my best attack, [Vwöölth].

•

The slight wiggle in front of me draws my attention, seeing that Xoulsey is awake and moving her hips slowly to stimulate her vagina with my manhood; As I did not take my member out of her body due to how warm it feels her tender suction.

—You don’t have to be so stealthy Xoulsey, move as much as you want.

Her vaginal walls constrict closer against each other at the sudden intonation of my voice, jerking her body and stimulating my cock with a slow and circular motion.

—My Master, Can you, C-Cover my eyes again?.

—I can, But, I prefer seeing your beautiful moisten hazy eyes Xoulsey.

She tilts her head to see me, and keep her eyes locked on mine during the next minutes, time during her waist never stop moving to maintain the stimulation, reaching another orgasm and finally falling asleep.

{I didn’t thought Xoulsey could be this greedy, not like I mind, but I probably need to discipline her a bit so she doesn’t get accustomed to doing this}

I pull out my virility out of the unconscious body of Xoulsey, letting my Fake Epidermis Suit to cover me before resuming with my rest.

•

The combat finally comes to an end, whatever this monsters are or come is irrelevant, there is not a single one more of them in the vicinities.

However, the same almost applies to all my comrades; We were 63 Soldiers in total, right now, there are only eleven of us, fuve in good state, two injured and the last four are in the verge of dead.

"—How is Jumbo Goodies?"; Asks my friend spitting a mouthful of blood as he observes the resting body of our incredible well equipped Female Friend.

"—Better than you Block Head"; Her response makes him laugh, coughing more blood.

He crawls towards Jumbo Goodies, ignoring the pain and the increasing trail of blood he is leaving behind from the hemmorage of his wounds.

"—You can’t move, and this is my last wish, let me feel them Jumbo Goodies?"; His words are barely audible, and even if I can’t distinguish his face or discern the difference between the voices of my friends, I know she is about to reject him.

"—If Trektör feels me up, you can suck my nipples"; The answer petrifies me, not because I never touch a woman this intimately, if not by the meaning, she is dying.

—Trektör...

I interrupt him "—There is no need to ask, Show us your Jumbo Goodies".

As absurd and silly the phrase may sound, she obeys, showing her gigantic feminine attributes, without wasting time, I grope her left breast, while Block Head feasts on the right nipple of this "Gigantic Udders" as he calls them.

—A threesome would be good...

I don’t know who of the two say it, as I am incapable to tell the difference between their voices, but the other reply "—That sounds fun, lets do it tomorrow, you can take the back if you like Trektör"...

Their bodies do their last breath, ceasing all movement as the freezing breeze starts cooling them; And why I am not in shock, crying the dead of my comrades and Friends, simple, is the way I function.

My mind finish removing from my thoughts any residual memory I had of them, letting only the Nickname and some things related to those situations, after all, you can’t suffer what you are unaware off, and this way, you focus on the topics that really matter.

"—Your insubordination cost lives!"; Scream the Leader of the Company, he is injured, but can walk, of course, not for long.

I turn around "—My insubordination save a few lives, and if you weren’t a stupid coward, you would had ordered me to use Vwöölth from the start of this altercation!".

—This offense would be part of your permanent record Trektör, an outsider like you has no place fighting along the Soldiers of The Kcrwlmndth Federation.

"—Everyone here is an Outsider"; Comment one of the other Soldiers, and the Leader of the Company gets stunned, observing everyone with panic in his eyes.

He tries to grab his Combat Pistol, but someone who is a recent graduate of a Command School cannot be compared to a Soldier in service; Much less after fighting for more than two years on the Northern Front against the cunning and ruthless Farioth.

Another Soldier takes the gun away as I let the maroon claws with energetic cyan edge of my hands grow completely, coating them with the dark grey mist of the vanta black bullets we face a few minutes ago, causing several cuts on the Leader of the Company, and seeing how he whithers in pain as the strange mist corrodes the armor along with his body.

"— Hopefully the next Company we are sent to, has a more competent Leader"; Says another Soldier laughing as he or she makes pressure over the injury of one of our comrades.

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