There is sex in this chapter, in detail. That's the only warning I got for you.

Enjoy.

Chapter 3:


This morning we were off to a great start.

We made another sweep of the empty bank where Mute and Pulse said we may have missed a 3rd enemy. There was blood at the site, but no other sign of whoever we were looking for. He was even careful not to leave footprints or a trail of blood. So that was a bust.

But what we did find is Sledge.

We found him alone, just outside of the bank amongst some rubble. He had been searching. I'm not sure where Caveira was… maybe that's who he was looking for? Or was he looking for their missing partner? It doesn't matter now. When we tried to take him captive he fought tooth and nail. He got a hold of me, but as soon as he did, they opened fire on him. He fell down to the ground, nearly taking me with him. I have to admit, he had been really intimidating. He was a really big guy. But I wasn't hurt. We all would have preferred to take him alive, but none of us are sad to see him lifeless on the ground at our feet.

I was ecstatic.


We returned to base and celebrated with champagne. Doc had stayed to tend to Blitz. I was so excited about telling him the news.

I carried two glasses of the champagne with me as I headed to the medical room. Doc was there, as I suspected, and I caught him pulling the tube out of Blitz's mouth. I stood in the doorway, curious, "Doc?"

He looked up at me, a little surprised. Once the tube was out, Blitz shuddered and wheezed. I gasped and watched fearfully until Doc said, "Don't worry, it's a normal reaction. He just needed a moment to learn to breathe on his own again. It's very good news." I light up, "That's great! Is he breathing okay?" I walk up to the bed and look at Blitz, who now seems to be breathing normally.

"Yes, his breathing is fine," he removed his stethoscope and pulled his facemask down to his neck, "What's that for?" He looks at the glasses in my hand. I'm so happy to see Blitz one step closer to recovering that I nearly forgot.

"Here," I offer him a glass, "We're celebrating. Now we have to reasons to celebrate today," I smiled wide at him.

"Oh?" he reluctantly takes the glass from my hand. He looks completely uninterested in it.

"Sledge is dead," I blurt out. My adrenaline is still up from it. Doc's eyes widened, "Sledge is…? How did this happen?"

"We found him at the bank in the other city. We tried to bring him back but he fought to the death. But now we don't have to worry about him anymore. It's a huge weight off my shoulders," I take a sip of my champagne, "Oh!" I look at Doc, "Let's do cheers?" I lift my glass towards him. He doesn't move, just stares at me. He looks stunned.

"You're sure he's dead?"

I lower my glass and look at him curiously, "Yes, I'm sure… he was riddled with bullets. His heartbeat wasn't on Pulse's sensor anymore. We don't have to worry," I assure him, "It's okay."

He bit his lower lip and looked away. He looks troubled, "Doc?"

He ignores me for a moment. I just watch, at a loss.

He looks back at me, staring into my eyes with a serious, almost angry look. It's the first time he's maintained solid eye-contact with me without acting nervous. Slowly, he walks around the bed and steps up close to me until he's got me backed up against the wall. I look up at him, meekly, completely confused. He's taller than me. He's too close. I can hear him breathing. I blush, but feel a little nervous.

"Did he hurt you?" He asks with worry in his voice. His eyes don't stray from mine.

"No… none of us were hurt. Why?" He smells like latex gloves and lavender soap.

His eyes wander, looking me over. His expression was now only concern, without the hint of anger I saw just moments ago. He's blushing now. There's an anxious silence between us for what feels like forever.

"I must make sure you are all safe," he says as he steps away and turns to look down at Blitz. I see him bite his lip, nervously.

I step up beside him and look up at his face. He doesn't look at me. I can see him purposely trying not to.

"Hey, can I ask what your real name is?" I watch his face with hope.

I see him clench his jaw for a second, "It's Gustave…"

"Gustave…" His name doesn't come out as nice when I say it, "Your accent is beautiful, Gustave," I admit, honestly.

Now he looks back at me. I can see him thinking.

"Thank you…" was his response. I smile. He still looks troubled. Maybe I'm bothering him.

"If you want, you can join us. We're having a little celebration in the main room. I'll leave you alone for now." I give him a small, playful wave and head to the door, but I stop when I hear him call my name,

"Ela?"

I turn to look at him, taking another drink of my champagne.

"I am uncomfortable around the others. But I wouldn't mind your company…" He looks at me, almost with puppy eyes. He is very handsome, and I can't figure out what's bothering him so much without directly asking. I thought it was me, but…

"Let's drink together, then," I grin and hold my glass up again, "Cheers, Doc?" He smiles briefly before gently tapping his glass against mine. I take the last swig of my drink as he takes his first.

"Should I go get a bottle?" I look at my empty glass.

Immediately, he answers, "Yes."

"I think it's a good call. I'll be right back," I exit the room quickly, feeling rather giddy that Doc wanted to spend time with me. I thought for sure he hated me, or at least hated me being around him.


We had finished almost the entire bottle. We were both sat on a bench by the door of the room, talking about some of the toughest training we've gone through. He was still rather quiet for being drunk, but he was much more relaxed.

"I watched a man drown during training," He said, "We were instructed not to help him; he had to learn how to stay afloat."

"Really? But you're supposed to take care of your teammates!" I exclaimed, not sure if he was making it up or not.

"Oui, we look out for each other," his accent is thicker after lots of booze, I notice, "But eventually he was pulled out and I was instructed to revive him. It was the first time I have done CPR on a real person." He took a drink out of his bottle of water.

"Did it work?" I ask.

"Oui—yes," he corrects himself. He's been trying not to slip into his native tongue, "He coughed up water into my mouth."

I grimaced, "Not fun… but you saved him. That's amazing." He shrugs in response, "I've also lost a lot of people I was supposed to save," he says and looks down at he's fiddling with in his hands.

"You're only human. I think you're doing great here, with us," I smile at him, hoping to get one in return. I don't.

After a few minutes of silence, I ask, "Do you have a girl waiting for you at home?" I realize after the question left my mouth that he may think I'm hitting on him, but that's not what I meant!

He shakes his head no, "Do you?" He looks at me. I also shake my head and say, "No. I don't really think about it much." I always took pride in my independence. I guess I never felt like I needed a boyfriend.

"I don't either," he says, "I've always been busy with medical and military training… all of that," he scratches his neck, "and I'm sure you can tell I'm rather shy."

I chuckle, "It's cute."

"I don't think it is," he responds.

"It is!"

He smiles a little and looks at me, "What's cute about being socially awkward, hm?"

I try to think of an answer. I smile and say, "You're just cute, Gustave."

"So are you, Ela," he says softly. The mood becomes more serious now. We look at each other, wordlessly. My heart is fluttering and I can't help but look at his lips and hope he has the courage to kiss me.

I swallow nervously and put my hand on his. He looks down at it and pulls his hand away to lift it up to my face. He strokes my cheek and I feel my face heat up. And then he kisses me, soft and slow but applying a little more pressure when he realizes I won't pull away. His hand is on my neck, stroking my jaw with his thumb. My arms wrap around his neck and with his assistance I find myself straddling his lap on this uncomfortable bench.

As we sit there, gently exchanging tongues and passionate kisses, I can feel his bulge grow under me. I grind against it to encourage him, causing him to grunt into our kisses. His hands slowly feel over my sides and hips before he finds the bottom of my shirt and starts to lift it up. I stop him and break the kiss for a moment, remembering we're in the same room as Blitz, "I don't want to do this in here… My room?" He nods and we kiss again before hastily heading to my bedroom. The others had already retreated to bed so we got to my room without being spotted. I'm glad, I didn't want to explain myself in the morning…

Once we got to my room we removed all of our clothes and got under my covers to resume our kisses. When he had removed all of his clothes I was really impressed with his body. He had some small scars over his lean body, and he was big… Maybe 8 inches, and so thick that I honestly become nervous to think of him penetrating me. But I was so turned on and squirming in anticipation that I didn't care if it hurt.

He became rough after we got under the covers. He was on top of me, pinning my wrists down while we made out deeply, our tongues dancing together and our mouths panting. I moaned into his mouth as he rubbed himself against me. I was so wet and desperate for him. I wanted this to last forever, but I also wanted him to just take me.

He sat up and spread my legs wide apart, looking down at his large cock throbbing against my hot opening. I whined a little, wanting him so bad. When he reached down and thumbed at my clit I cried out and covered my mouth, afraid the other may have heard. Gustave didn't seem to care, or rather, he seemed to enjoy the response and continued thumbing over my clit rapidly. I squirmed and tried to push his hand away with my other hand but I couldn't. I was still moaning and whimpering too loud!

He leaned down over top of me again and silenced me with his mouth, shoving his tongue deep inside. I happily returned his kiss. He stopped for a minute and looked into my eyes, breathing hard, "Do you have condoms?" I shook my head no and we continued our lustful kisses and sweaty grinding. Between kisses I said, "Just… pull out, okay?" He mumbled 'oui' into my mouth and snuck his hand down between us. He rubbed his dick head hard against my clit and entrance. I squirmed, trying to get him to push inside me.

He looked into my eyes again and sat up a bit, "What do you want?"

I stared at him, flushed, "I want you to put it in?"

"Beg me, Ela," he growled. Demanding I beg him just turned me on even more. But I toyed with him, "I don't beg," I grinned at him. He wasn't amused, and instead flipped me over to my stomach and shoved a pillow under my hips. He wrenched my arm behind my back and pushed it upwards, causing me to hiss in pain, but not too much. I was enjoying being handled roughly, which is not what I ever expected I was into.

As he held my arm painfully behind my back, keeping me from struggling or rolling back over, he rubbed his dick up and down between my ass and my pussy. He was teasing me, driving me insane.

"Please…" I break. I wiggled my hips to encourage him.

"Please what?" He asks firmly.

I close my eyes tight. My pussy is needy and throbbing.

"Please fuck me, Gustave," I genuinely beg.

He responds immediately, placing his dickhead between my pussy lips and slowly pushing in. I was so wet, lube didn't even cross my mind. But the more he pushed in, the more I realized it was really going to hurt. But I need him inside me.

Once he's halfway in, he gives a hard shove, filling me up all the way to the base. I feel his balls rest against my clit as he sits there, my pussy gripping tightly on him as I adjust to his size. It hurts more than I expected and I'm clenching my teeth. He lets go of my arm and demands, "Get up on all fours." I obey, wincing as I move with him stretching me out. As soon as I'm in position, he grips my hips and starts thrusting in and out of me, slow but hard. I say 'ow' a few times, quietly, but I adjust rather quickly. Soon enough, I was in absolute Heaven and he was fucking me fast and hard, filling the room with occasional slapping sounds.

He let go of my hips and slowed his pace, leaning forward over top of me until I collapsed back down under his weight with my ass propped up by the pillow. Somehow this felt even better. I gasped in pure bliss as he fucked in and out of me steadily, weighing me down with his large body. His fingers intertwined with mine and he breathed heavily into my neck and ear. I cried out the whole time, trying my best to stay quiet, but he wouldn't let me cover my mouth. I tried biting at my sheets but it didn't help at all.

"Make those sounds for me, Ela…" His voice was so smooth and commanding. He fucked into me harder, eliciting more of those sounds from me that he was enjoying.

"You like how I feel in you?" he asks.

"Yes," I pant out, "I love it!"

He groaned and fucked into me faster. He adjusted so that we could kiss in our current position, though it was a little awkward. Throughout our make-out I moaned and cried out into his mouth and he grunted into mine, quietly.

While we kissed deeply, he moved his hand down between me and the pillow, finding my clit. He stroked over it like he had done before. It didn't take long until it drove me over the edge, making me moan long and pathetically as my pussy tightly spasmed around his dick and my body shuttered for a good minute. He continued rubbing my clit and fucking me hard. While I was still enjoying my orgasm, I could tell he was about to cum soon. He picked up his pace and fucked me roughly, pinning my head down to the bed and gripping my hair. I loved it.

I felt his large cock throb inside of me and I squeezed even tighter around him, trying to catch my breath. Suddenly I was flipped over again, onto my back, and he was straddling my chest, rapidly stroking his cock over my face.

"Open your mouth for me," he demands breathlessly. I open wide, then he adds, "And touch your breasts while I cum." My hands massaged my large, pale breasts, while my fingers teased and pulled at my nipples.

"Fuck," he breathes out, and mumbles something in French before he came hard over my face and tongue. He aimed as he jerked off so that most of it would shoot down into my throat and onto my eyes. It was hot, really thick, and tasteless, and there was so much of it. I thought he would never stop cumming.

After he was drained, he looked down at my face and admired his work. He was trying to catch his breath. Even though he had just shot his load into my mouth and over my lips, he leaned down to taste my tongue and kiss me one more time before he got out of bed and went for his clothes.

I was so relaxed and enjoying the afterglow as I watched him get dressed. I would have liked to sleep with him for the night, but I already know we've already done something bad. After he finished dressing he walked up my bed and leaned down to my face, "You're beautiful," he said softly. He placed another kiss on my lips before saying goodnight and exiting my room.

I must have fallen asleep right after.


More to come.