AN:(Howdy guys and gals! I will be putting the first two chapters out in between tonight and Satrday and try to get chapter three out before Tuesday. I hope you enjoy, and this is my first erotic story so please criticize the shit out of this chapter because, you can't get better if you don't know what is wrong.)
Warning: short lemon at the end of the chapter,
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CH.1 Rebirth and Chosen
John took a deep breath of the smoke-filled California air. He had just finished Special Forces & Selection and had been granted a week of leave to visit his family. The young nineteen-year-old rubbed his sore arms as he continued his walk down the city's sidewalk, the sound of ragged coughs filled his ears and the sight of homeless people's tents filled his eyes as he got lost in his thoughts.
He had just finished a long and grueling deployment with the seventy fifth rangers and was still adjusting to life back in the states. John turned left entering a trash filled alley that he knew to be a short cut to his old childhood house. His shoes connected heavily to the dull grey cement sidewalk as he scanned his surroundings as he continued his path.
"Stop where you are right now!" a male's harsh voice ordered putting a hard object that John knew to be a gun against his lower back. John did as he was told not wanting to aggravate the man.
"Empty your pockets!" the man order spiring Austin into action, quickly turning around and facing the man striking his face and trying to grab the gun. The man panicked accidentally pulling the guns trigger.
Blood splattered on the walls surrounding the alley as a loud bang filled the air as a result of the gun firing. John grunted as he felt a sudden fiery pain in his pelvis and fell to the ground, looking at the horrified face of his attacker. Austin slowly looked down at his leg, seeing blood start to stain his cargo shorts and blood rolling down his right leg. The bullet had torn through his pelvis shattering his hip joint and severing his femoral artery. The scared teen franticly looked around before reaching into John's pockets grabbing his phone, and wallet before running off.
The young man looked up at the grey sky trying to make since of what just happened, raising a blood covered hand up towards the heavens.
'Lord please don't let me go out like this.' John prayed in his head tears welling in his eyes, 'Please allow me the honor of dying with my brothers on the battlefield, not at home.' John pleaded to a god he hoped was listening, not being able to hold the tears back any longer allowing the slaty liquid to leak from his eyes and slid down his face as darkness started to creep into his vision. 'I swear I'll do whatever you ask, I swear I'll follow your light just… let me die… with my brothe-' John thought as darkness enveloped him.
John bust straight up in his bed breathing uncontrollably as he rapidly looked around the room and felt his body for injury. He concluded that he was free of injury he then started to look around the room which was unfamiliar. A small dark brown dresser rested on the left side of his bed and the nightstand with a lamp on his right with a tall full body mirror was leaned up against a corner.
'This isn't my room.' John concluded looking down at his hands. He saw that his skin was a lighter shade of brown then it should be, and his hands looked smaller than it should be. He started to panic as he got out of the bed and ran over to the mirror to get a look at himself. He saw that he was a child that could be no older than four and was wearing a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt. His light brown skin glowed in the light coming from the mirror. His still black hair was cut short in the high and tight style that he was used to, and his eyes were still the same brown he was used to. John started to pace in his room before a voice broke through his scrambled head.
'Calm yourself!' it ordered causing a sense of calm to wash over him and stopped his passing.
'You are fine just reborn; do not squander this chance I have given you.' The voice neither male of female said confusing the now young boy.
'Why did you save me?' The boy questioned the voice while taking a seat on his bed.
'You could come in handy later, call it… an investment. Prove me right Cadian.' The voice answered causing John's head to look up slightly at the name. If he remembered correctly the Cadians were a militaristic society in the 40K universe.
'What is your name?' John questioned the voice that hummed in response.
'Prove yourself useful and worth of me and I will answer your question.' The voice replied lighting a metaphorical fire in John's heart.
The young brown skinned Cadian recruit laughed as and his platoon ran around one of the many fortresses that covered the planet in full kit and a rebreather on. He was running next to their training officer, a junior lieutenant Kasrkin who got stuck training a bunch of kids. They were on their sixth mile when most of the kids started to fall behind in the run and their instructor sped up the pace. John shook his head as he sped up slightly falling into step with his instructor who was looking at him like he just came out of the eye of terror.
The sound of heavy booted footfalls and the rustling of the other recruits' gear faded as the continued down the worn path.
He took what the voice said seriously spending as much free time as he was allotted in the strict confines of a Cadian fortress, to get even stronger.
"How are you keeping up with me? Weve been almost sprinting while wearing a hundred pound of armor and a rebreathers." The lieutenant deadpanned, her voice garbled but understandable. John only shook his head as he started to speed up making the Kasrkin chase after him.
"Don't you know ma'am?" John questioned chekely while sparing a glance at the instructor, "Mile six is just for kicks." He joked letting out a hardy laugh. John started to get smoked as soon as them got back to the base, do a circuit of pushups, fluter kicks, and suicides. He had done so many pushups that he had lost count and his hands bled, so many flutter kicks that his legs burned and he could barely stand, so many suicides that he felt like his lungs were going to collapse. But he kept pushing, kept kicking, and kept, running.
"That's ten thousand trooper!" A drill sergeant yelled in his face as an exhausted to John rolled over on to his back and began to flutter kick.
"Sir, no sir!" John shouted earnestly having mustered enough energy to produce the shout. The face contorted into a look of rage as he got red in the face and raised his leg and dropped it down onto one of John sore legs. "Hooah drill sergeant! Feels good!" John cried out trying to mask his pain.
"Why you insolent-" The drill sergeant started raising his foot again when a voice cut through the crowd had formed in the hours that had long since passed.
"Hold fast sergeant!" The lieutenant ordered pushing her way to the front of the crown. The sergeant stopped his foot just inches from John's leg before taking a step back, "stand up." she ordered looking down at John's form. The young recruit scramble to his feat standing tall at attention, or as tall he could only being five foot one. The lieutenant towered over him and just looked at his face for what seemed like an eternity before finally speaking.
"You truly don't know why you are being punished?" she questions still in full kit.
"Ma'am, no ma'am!" He called back confusion shining in his eyes. She only shook her head and looked at the cadet.
"You left your platoon behind on our run." She said. John only nodded in affirmation.
"Why?" she questioned again. John knew that this could be a trap but he answered honestly.
"Ma'am, falling back during an advance or charge will bee seen as an act of cowardice and treason according to the Imperial Guard code of conduct ma'am!" John answered in a military fashion before he took a deep breath, "And I was under orders to leave them ma'am." cringing as the sound of outrage coming from the crowd.
"Who gave you such orders?" the lieutenant questioned, her voice clearly angry even through the rebreather.
"You did ma'am." John replied stumbling as the lieutenant grabbed him by the collar. The air was tense and John waited for the officer to speak.
"I gave no such orders." She growled out making him gulp. John took in a huge gulp of air before responding,
"At the beginning of the run you ordered the platoon to, 'Keep up,'. I would not have been able to complete this task if I were to have fallen back with the rest of my platoon ma'am!" he shouted causing the lieutenant to go ramrod straight. She did remember saying that but she didn't think anyone would take her literally. She only shook her head before speaking.
"Dismissed." She said in a softer tone. John managed to give her a salute before he let sleep take hold of him falling forward into the officer.
The two got along well after that night with John coming to be the top of his class thanks to a small push from the instructor putting him on an entirely new level. John once again came in the top of his class when it came to marksmanship scoring a perfect on the qualification. As the yeas went by He and the instructor became close , close enough for John to think of her as a friend.
While he had plenty of skill and talent when it came to training, friends were something he had very little of, only really having one in the form of the instructor. He didn't know if it was due to jealousy or just disdain for his literal way of thinking, or maybe it was the way that he never seemed to try at anything, which he didn't thanks to years of practice earlier, in this life and his last.
John hadn't felt more proud in this life than when he was placed into the Whiteshields, more over when he was given a team leader position. He had gone out with his team when they ran into another team from their platoon.
John didn't particularly care for his fellow team leader. He had been trying to undermine John since they started training. Austin sat in the corner booth with a drink in his hand and a content smile on his face. He would have stayed there if one of his team members hadn't waved him over.
The young guardsman was trying to keep his cool as his fellow team leader started speaking about their instructor.
"I thought I wouldn't survive that hardass' training." He complained taking a drink from his glass, "I mean really just because she fucked up in the field doesn't mean that she has to take it out on us." He finished ranting, about to start again when a glass broke. John had been squeezing his glass a little too hard apparently as he looked at the ranting guardsmen.
"You shouldn't talk about her like that." John interjected moving all the glass shards into a pile on the bar.
"Says the bitch's pet." The aggravated teen replied earning a cold glare from John.
"I'm just calling it how it is unlike a naïve bastard I know. 'you say jump I jump, you say get low I get as low as possible,'. He said mimicking Johns voice at the end.
"Don't ever call her that again." John said sternly causing the Whiteshields around them to back away slowly.
"What, I'm just saying she is a bitch. Besides what are you going to do about it?" the Whiteshield asked shoving John causing him to stumble off the stool. The Whiteshield attempted to strike John but he caught it and shoved the team leader out the door.
An older fourteen-year-old John growled as he drove his fist into the face of his fellow Whiteshield outside of a bar his team had been drinking at. While he was usual against fighting a brother or system in arms but this one had crossed a line. He had called him naive for his, 'blind faith', and went as far as to shove him off his bar stool. He could let those slides but, he called his only true friend a bitch, and he could not let that go unchallenged.
The other young Whiteshield was not expected John's punch to break his nose or the follow up strike to connect solidly to his chin knocking him out cold. John knew that this action would probably get him in some sort of trouble but instead of worrying about it he simply walked back into the bar and took a seat.
A tall and burly man looked at the assembled group of equally big men and women. On a projector was a picture of John standing at attention.
"So the kid finally had his first bar fight. Good I was starting to think he was a little too perfect." A man with a shave head said getting nods or sounds of agreement from the the other people spread around the room.
"We still want him?" the man questioned looking at the rooms occupants
It was almost unanimous that he was still wanted amongst the group.
John stood at attention in front of a lieutenant who was sitting behind her desk the name plate reading, 'Samantha Greer'. She was rather attractive in John's opinion looking to be in her early to mid-twenties with chestnut brown hair that was pulled into a small ponytail and bangs that covered most of her forehead. Here brown eyes wore a hard look as she examined John. She had a splash of freckles across the bridge of her nose, high cheekbones, and her full lips were pressed together in a thin line. Her face was scared with a jagged scar running over her lips on the left side of her mouth, and another running over her right cheek. She shifted slightly, moving her head and revealing the Casucades sea eagle brand on her neck. With a sigh she stood and put her hands lightly on the desk.
John tried to conceal the fact that he was checking her out and if she noticed she didn't say anything. The front of her olive drab uniform was decorated with multiple combat ribbons and meddles and was worn with the expected grace of a Cadian officer. She was tall almost five-ten and he could see her uniform was straining against her moderate muscles and considerable bust maybe a 36D and her pants hugged her figure showing round hips.
"Trooper John Thorne reporting as ordered ma'am!" John reported giving her a crisp salute. She looked him over one more time her eyes softening before speaking.
"At ease." She said her voice firm but kind allowing John to move his hands behind his back and spreading his legs shoulder length apart.
"You have been selected." She said with a small smirk at John's reaction. He looked stunned his jaw dropping before he regained his composer.
"Thank you, ma'am I'm honored." John replied with a small smile on his face.
"You're being bumped up to full shock trooper and are deploying to the ware front. Try not to die." She said shooing him out the door.
John knelt in front of a brazier the coals burning an angry orange as the brand started to glow in the fire. He knelt bare in only a loin cloth exposing the extreme muscle growth from spending two years on the front lines. He was now six-five and about two-hundred and eighty-five pounds of muscle. Samantha approached the brazier, the grass crunching under her boots. She had a kind smile on her face as she grabbed the branding iron's handle and lifted it out of the coals. The lieutenant slowly approached John grabbing his head and pushing it to the left before jamming the brand into his neck and held it there.
John tried not to scream out in pain as he felt the searing pain on his neck and the smell of seared flesh. The previously silent crowd of Kasrkins cheered when Samantha pulled the brand off of his neck showing the brand. The sixteen-year-old guardsman stood with a smile on his face leaving to put his clothes on and meeting with the group as they dragged him to a bar. The group of Kasrkins laughed and partied and eventually all turned in for the night.
The young guardsman was walking towards his barracks when a pair of strong arms grabbed him and pulled him into a dark room before closing the door and locking it with an audible click.
"Hey there trooper." Samantha greeted her voice cheery as always turning on the office's lights. John turned around to see his lieutenant her uniform top partially open and her face flushed. She slowly approached the confused teen her hips swaying as she moved.
"Ma'am?" John questioned trying to back up but ran into a desk. The older woman just shook her head as she put a hand on his muscular chest and looked up at him with feigned innocent eyes.
"Call me Sam when we're alone." She said pushing him until he was sitting on the desk. The guardsman could only nod as he looked at her.
"You know I missed looking at your cute face while you were away." The lieutenant said breathily as she rubbed her hands over his thighs.
John tried to fight the erection that was developing in his pants, but Sam's ministrations weren't helping. He tried to push her away but was conflicted. He knew that he wanted too but she was clearly intoxicated, and she had experience on him and that was intimidating and there was only one thing he feared more than anything else, and that was an officer.
Sam leaned in pressing her lips to his jamming her tongue into his mouth when he gasped in surprise. Her lips were soft and sweet, but he could taste the alcohol on them as their tongues dueled for dominance. John pulled away from her looking her in her soft brown eyes.
"We can't." John tried to say but Sam went in for another kiss.
"Why not?" she questioned when she had to break the kiss to get air. She tried to lean in again, but John dodged her.
"Don't." he warned but it sounds more like a plead. She smirked smugly seeing the brand she had given you earlier that night.
"What are you going to do about it, guardsman?" she challenged before dragging her tongue across his brand before putting her lips on it. John hissed in pain, reaching up and grabbing a hand full of her hair causing her to gasp in shock and a little bit of pain before pulling her face away from his neck and pushing off of the desk and into a wall trapping her in between it and him. Austin growled slightly before using his hand that was filed with Samantha's hair to lift up her hair and slamming his lips to hers. His free hand moved down to grab one of her succulent ass cheeks giving it a firm squeeze.
Samantha moaned into the kiss pushing John back slightly so that she could pull off her shirt. She hadn't been wearing a bra underneath, so this gave John a perfect view of her large, perky, creamy breast with wide eyes his erection throbbing in his pants. Sam smiled wrapping her arms around Johns neck and pulling his head to her breast.
John immediately brought his lips to one of her nipples sucking, licking, and nibbling on it while using her hand to play with the other.
"Fuck." Sam breathed out before grabbing John's arm and pulling him towards her bedroom which was attached to the office.
"I can't wait any longer. Take off your clothes and lay down on the bed." She ordered quickly unlacing her boots and tossing them into a corner before dropping her pants and panties onto the floor in one swoop before stepping out of them exposing her trimmed pussy to John.
John looked at am in all of her beauty as he sat on the bed, his ten-inch prick twitching at the sight of her fit body. She slowly approached John putting her hands on both of his shoulders and gently pushing him into the bed before climbing onto his lap. Samantha leaned down and kissed John hungrily. He kissed her back with equally as much passion, letting out a ground when he felt Sam start to grind her hips into his member.
Sam raised up slightly adjusting his erect dick and lining it up with her entrance before sinking down on it. She let out a throaty grown as his large thick cock pushed into her spreading her pussy apart and reaching places, she hadn't felt in a very long time.
"Oh shit." John moaned when he felt her tight warm cavity wrap around his entire cock. Sam had a goofy look on her face as she started to move coaxing another moan out of John and shout of pleasure from herself. John's eyes rolled back as he felt this new sensation for the first time in his life and he felt pressure build up in his balls.
Sam started to move rapidly on top of him her breast bouncing uncontrollably on her chest. John reached out and wrapped Sam in his strong embrace pulling her down as he started to rapidly trust in and out of her earning him screams and shouts of ecstasy.
"Oh, fuck yeah right there. Keep fucking me just like that!" Sam shouted above the sound of skin slapping against skin that filled the room, "I'm cumming!" she shouted as her pussy clenching around John's enlarged member pushing him over the edge as he barred himself inside of her and shot thick ropes of hot sticky cum inside of her.
They were both breathing heavily as the cuddled-on Samantha's bed, "I haven't been fucked like that in forever." She said curling into his side.
"We can do it again if you want." John replied with a shrug as he closed his eyes.
"Don't tell me that. You might not be able to keep up." She said as they let sleep overtake them.
(Chapter one is done! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and once again criticism is always welcomed. If you have any character suggestions leave them in the comments below and if you have any OCs that you would like me to use leave a brief description of them in the comments or Email me which you can find on my profile description and I will try and get back to you as soon as possible. Other than that, have a nice morning/afternoon/evening.