This is it, it all boils down to the great invasion. Battleplan was drawn up, the blueprints a caricature from exaggerated war tales and clinical scientific precision. The headquarter has been running a battle of attrition with the other side, using subterfuge and intelligence warfare to set for the final battle. It has been done by many people before them, it is a rite of passage for men and women, but even then, fear grips the heart of the two nations involved.
"I…this is my first time…So…"
It is a battle that has been anticipated and rumored to happen for ages. It was like Europe during the build-up for the First World War; it is expected, anticipated, and received with both terror and joy. Years of laying down the foundation now bore fruits as the young general peered on the battlefield of silk and cotton. Marisa has been a tenacious opponent; her assets desirable for suitable parties and her defenses strong and confident. Her walls against other men has been eroded bit by bit, slowly being chipped away by Alexander's suave wooing effort. He dug underneath the barrier of uncertainty with the shovels of familiarity, and strengthened the passage with the foundation of love. Now that her wall has been breached, it is time for him to fully commit to the assault.
"I'll try to be as gentle as I can be"
By tradition, the battle happened at night under the sight of the stars and moon. Away from prying eyes and deep inside the comfort of her home, no outside party will interrupt the invasion. the cotton mattress provides a very stable foundation for the miracle of creation, where boys become men and girls becomes a woman. More experienced general would've been able to fight anywhere, but Alex knows how important it is to keep the structure safe and unharmed.
The grizzled gunman of Gensokyo scanned the engagement area, noting the ample twin missile launchers to the North and the prized bunker down South. His eyes trailed upward, noticing the natural field of gold that adorns her head. He recognizes the look in the eyes of the young magician, seeing the familiar signs of defiance in her gaze. Even then, it wasn't harsh. Alexander's heart-and-mind campaign is a success and it shown in how much support was seen in the very depth of her core.
Alexander did one final equipment check. Once he dives in, he will not come out the same man. he has to prepare, for this is the cusp of history, the turning point of his life. The war drums played a frantic tune, spurring the blood and passion to unseen heights. Alex could hear her war drums, knowing that the upcoming battle is going to be bloody and painful. He felt sorry for the defenders, knowing that the upcoming storm is inevitable. Normally, he would've let the talk of armistice continues, delay the inevitable until she is truly ready. Now that fateful day has come, he knows he must use every tool and equipment he needed to conquer this bombshell once and for all.
The war drums whipped the blood into frenzy, almost overriding his basic decency with primal desires. A lesser man would've charged down the gates of hell if spurred by half of what the preacher inside his mind is roaring now. The crowd bays for war, their appetite for conquest bottomless from being denied for years. Alex is no lesser man. No lesser man could've stolen the heart of a notorious love witch with efficiency and grace.
His eyes, the ocular orb of detection scanned the area for target of interest. Its capability was proven once again as it detected three main targets of interest; the twin missile launcher over the heart, the communication mouthpiece up North, and the secret bunker at down south. The data alone is enough to excite the white battalion down there, but the word of Sun Tzu rang through his brain as his trusted shock troops silently glided across her thighs.
Know yourself, know your enemies, a hundred battle, a hundred victory. Alex knows what he's capable of, but he knows nothing of his opponent whom lain seductively open on the soft mattress. He deployed his most capable commandos to scout the area, his trusted left and right hand that never fails their duty and served even in the hardest of condition. They trekked across the creamy white plain, carefully prodding and testing the possible reaction of his opponent, searching for weakness and strength, gazing down the tunnel to see the wall of redshirts ready to die for their mistress, affirming the credibility of the twin missile launchers, making contact with collaborators within Marisa's heart HQ, and have rappelled down the thick jungles of the golden field. The wealth of data is insurmountable; the battalions are restless and endless, the war chants grew louder, the target is wide open, the invasion plan clear as crystal. The time for talk and observation is over, now is the time for action.
The couple exchanges a passionate missive to each other through their lips, their saliva wrote a formal declaration of war on the pink table with vigorous message of glory and assured victory. Their lips finally parted, the formality has been sealed with a kiss and the invasion inevitable. The clear bridge of saliva that formed after the ceremony were cut by gravity.
Alex took the initiative and started the invasion in the embassy, the Crown Jewel easily passed through the mouth and already jostling to take over the area. Alexander's plan is to weaken the defenses inside the mouth first before deploying the white-clad shock troop onto the neck and chin area to provide overwatch over the assault on the mountain ridge below.
But Marisa has lain a trap in the maw where the war declaration was written. A strong vacuum sucked the troop deep into the throat, letting them fall to their doom into an acid bath inside her stomach. The troops have no chance of escaping as the teeth and lips held the troop dropship firmly inside and her tongue thrown all the poor soldiers into the maw with the help of slippery saliva that breaks down all opposition with ease.
"Oh…fuck…"
His body shuddered at the sudden loss of men in such a potent trap. The war drums echoed through the hallways, its maddening rhythm brought each microscopic cells into frenzy. The tale was relayed throughout the grid, stifling the overwhelming support of the war they wanted at first. The barge was finally released from the death trap, drooping low as if mourning the loss of good men in the battle. Marisa shuddered at the taste of death inside her maw, the cost of war bitter to swallow.
Alex groaned softly to himself. The promise of victory and glory sounds hollow in his ears as the news of the troop's loss casted the nation in deep mourning. All hope seems lost, until he sees a miracle in Marisa's grin. There, stuck between the crushers and lips is a lone squad of white troopers who has escaped the massacre. Its position is buffeted by a river of saliva and the hard wall of teeth, yet it fought tooth and nail to keep its position.
The bravery of the small squadron brought hope into his body once again. It wasn't their job to ask why, its their job to do and die. He realizes that if he throws in the towel now, he would've wasted years of relationship-building and the sacrifice his shock troop has paid. The passion of the martyred soldiers flows into his heart, and the nation once more reinvigorated.
Expecting an easy victory, she wasn't fully prepared to see the barge fully back online with fresh troops from down south. Then she remembered who she is dealing with; while her body is reinforced by magic, he chose to build his strength the old-fashioned way. His is a body forged for war, a hard marble in with the texture and color of hardened clay. His strength has served him well during Danmaku matches and actual blood-soaked battlefield in the service of the charismatic daughter of the scarlet devils, and it shall serve him well in this intimate battle as well.
Alex produces a bottle full of petroleum jelly from the small table beside the bed, a commodity smuggled from the outside. Logistics wins all wars, and he came prepared. With that said, he gently poured the slippery lubricant in the valley between the ample missile launcher base, creating an artificial river in the valley between the mountains for his troopship to land. The landing is a complete success despite the small size of the mountain region unlike one would see in other areas, and the barge proceeded to weaken the defenses by constantly moving up and down in the valley, preventing Marisa from intercepting the slippery barge. Alexander's trusted commandos applied pressure in the mountain ranges, pressing the missile base together.
The opposition in the valley has been completely shattered, the troopship finally released the soldiers into the valley to secure the mountain range. The white-clad infantry has some problem holding their ground on the slick ground, and they decided to take refuge on the hillside, clinging stubbornly as their other brethren are scooped up and thrown into the maw once more.
The upper region has finally been secured, paving the road to the prized bunker down South. Public sentiment demanded him to swoop in and deploy the troops to conquer the sacred tunnel, but commands will have none of it. "Be patient" it whispered to the reserve troops. "You'll have the honor of storming the bunker itself, but we needed to follow the rule dictated by the embassy itself"
Marisa stared at Alex longingly, the public's approval of their invasion is through the roof. There was also a tinge of fear for the destruction that will come in her way. Alex remembered the rules and guidelines that was established before the tryst, knowing how stupid it is to break it simply due to his own lust. True, it would satisfy his almost overwhelming appetite, but this carefully-laid plan of war hinges entirely on the support garnered from his hearts-and-mind campaign. To destroy more than what was agreed on would do more harm in the long run for both parties. He needed to keep the support strong, or else peace talks would be more grueling than normal and her allies would come and ask for compensation, and not in currency he can pay with.
He needed to continue this campaign as long as he can, all the way to the end. Diplomacy is the name of the game, and he led a surprise diplomatic interview inside the relegation in the bunker, carefully creating treaties to make it much easier for the invasion. It was much harder than he expected, but he manages to trick the troopers inside the tunnels to turn the formerly dry area into a wet marsh as a natural obstacle against Alexander's troopers. Knowing how dangerous will it be to deploy his barge into unknown territory, Alex deployed his trusted commandos once more. There's a reason they were called the left and right hands of Alex; they successfully infiltrated through the slit, sabotaging weak points with surgical strikes and methodical efficiency. By the time the fingers have done their jobs the tunnel is positively flooded.
Alex looked upward, seeing the state of his opponent's command sector. They're deep in the red, their minds clouded with overload of data coming from the sacred tunnel. Alex sighed softly to himself, hoping that the state of confusion and pleasure lasted longer. There're more things he needed to do.
Alex passed her a simple morphine pill, hoping that it'll dull the pain. He sanitized the landing beachhead with alcohol pads, cooling the already hot skin to make it much bearable for both parties in the invasion, and he doused his troopship with every ounce of his petroleum jelly available. This is it, he's going over the trenches and into No Man's Land.
Illuminated by candle light and magic, the troopship deployed for the first time into the tunnel. It was a tenuous battle, the narrow barricades struggling to keep the Crown Jewel from penetrating through the initial defenses. Slowly, gently, the tip enlarged the opening furthermore, allowing the barge to slowly inch through the defenses. At this point command post of both armies are in overdrive, the data that was collected in the beachhead is overwhelming, hence relying mostly on the instinct of the field officers down in the bunker itself.
The defenders fought valiantly, but it is a losing battle. The master nation wanted the invasion and the invader is overwhelming in strength. It is September 1939 all over again; Poland under siege against an overwhelming odd that are aided by their supposedly allied forces. With a thunderous cry, the Crown Jewel broke through the barricade and penetrated deep inside the bunker.
Alex waited for a minute, letting the barge secure the beachhead for the invasion. The redcoats inside the tunnel fought furiously, but they're inexperienced and underequipped. The blood of the fallen mixed with oil and water, a brackish combination that trickled through the tight gap between the barge and the bunker's entrance. It's a bloody conflict reminiscent to the Invasion of Normandy. It was a slow, tedious process. The war is officially over the moment the barge got through, but it's not an automatic card for him to start looting furiously like Russians during Battle of Berlin in 1945.
"Are you okay?"
Marisa nodded her head in reply. "I've suffered worse. Keep going"
A nod in reply, and the battle ensues once more. It moved like the wave, going in deep and being pulled back out again. Suddenly, the Crown Jewel pushed its lever to full speed ahead. The battle grew more intense by the minutes, rocking both nation at war with furious earthquakes and passionate skirmish. Throughout the battle the diplomatic channel is in full season; whispering many promises and sweet lies throughout the ordeal to sooth the heart. As the clock ticked its way to midnight, pain turns to blessing, and pleasure soon overtake agony as the climax of the conflict grew closer.
"Permission to shoot!" Alex involuntarily shouted. It has been years since he did things like this, and this is her first time. There are some guidelines written beforehand, but in the heat of passion the words are scrambled and almost incoherent to remember. He needed the permission badly, and he is prepared to face the consequences for the rest of his life. He just needed to know if she's willing as well.
Her eyes opened fully, the bright yellow orbs that have captivated his heart is now filled with love. Both knows what will happen if the troopers were to stay, the prices that he will inevitably pay. But if she wasn't fully committed to this warfare, she wouldn't agreed to his declaration in the first place. So, with a soft smile, she gave him permission to open fire. "Go for it tiger"
As the verdict has been passed, Alexander unleashed a terrible barrage that rocked the mattress like an earthquake. Again and again the artillery fired, pounding the battlefield as hard as Luftwaffe's bombs in Britain 1940. This time, the troopers are much more impatient than the first. Buffeted by hot, slimy walls around them, the barge has no choice but to unload its troopers deep inside the bunker. Those white-clad infantry units surges through like water through a broken dam. Morale were high and human resources are almost limitless, so reserves were scrapped up down to the bottom of the barrel and sent to the meatgrinder. Waves after waves of white infantry poured through the Crown Jewel, like Soviet Soldiers during Stalingrad offensive.
A terrible war cry shook the house as the final unit left the troopship. Alex pulls out the barge and observed his handiwork albeit with a delirious perspective. The white brigade trickled out of the tunnel, crying loudly that they have risen the flag over the Reichstag. He saw his men who has died on the hills and the cave, a single drop of tear rolled down his eyes as his conflicting emotion draws even higher by the moment. He wanted to celebrate the victory, but he also cannot shake off the feeling of loss, as if he has actually lost thousands after thousands of lives all in a matter of minutes. Pointless is their deployment is, like the First World War in the Somme. Unfortunately for them, these wars will happen again and again judging by the look in her eyes.
The candle's flame has gone dim, warm wax pooled around the stubby candles inside the dish. There wasn't enough light to fully illuminate the room, but it made it enough to see the vague shape of the woman herself. Her skins glowed slightly, like houses that didn't properly dim their lights during mandatory blackout in 1916. Yet, Alex could clearly see the approval and joy inside her eyes which now droops with exhaustion. As the adrenaline wore off, his body suddenly went into shock. He has expended almost all of his troopers, and the loss of so many lives has affected him greatly.
Alex collapsed beside her, his tanned skin contrasted greatly to the paleness of his opponent's skin. Both were exhausted from the conflict and have unanimously agreed that peace talks will be done tomorrow once they have rested. As the light grew dimmer and dimmer, their eyes too grew droopier. But before both of them could finally rest, Marisa sent her last message to the victor. "I love you"
With that message delivered, she finally falls into a deep slumber. He smiled softly at her words and repeated it with equal tenderness to her ears. Alex closed his eyes in triumph, knowing that a beautiful future will be reality from this beautiful relationship.