Author's Note: I present chapter three of The Lumberjack. I can stress it out enough for any story, review, review, review.

Shelly watched the blonde touch him. It was more than touch. Desire was written all over her eyes. Those eyes were no longer blue like the ocean of the Caribbean but were now etched with a demanding darkness. This darkness kept its distance from him. Her hands were touching his crotch for quite some time. She knew when he was close to a release and firmly gripped his shaft in such a tight manner, his climax would think nothing ever happened to begin with. Her touch was stimulating but she was making it more towards torture, she was trying to dominate him. Shelly ran the idea through his head. The Lumberjack couldn't believe he was being controlled by this pathetic girl who's ass would definitely fall off once he got the chance to be in control, or if she deserved it. This short American thought she had power but she would soon lose it all to the Canadian.

Shelly finally found his opportunity as the girl finally moved on to licking his punished cock. His right hand brushed her hair appreciatively and before she could realize, his newfound ramrod had slammed into the back of her throat. It wasn't just once as the process continued several times until she figured out what to learn and to stop resisting. His cock was redder than before as it crawled furiously towards a climax. Apparently the unexpected punishment was the taste of the white fluids that escaped the long shaft and into her mouth. It was quite salty due to whatever he ate and it was such a large amount, Valkyrie struggled miserably. Shelly made sure his cock was as far as he could go into her mouth while fluids still poured out onto her chin and down her neck. The Canadian gave her an evil grin and couldn't wait to move on.

There was some transition between the two as the etched darkness of her eyes now went to his. The girl coughed as her eyes went back to the innocent ocean blue they started off at. She obediently and somewhat nervous sat down on her calves. Each hand was at a knee as a few fingers tapped her kneecaps. Shelly held out his hand. Valkyrie accepted and was pulled forward. He wasn't a cold heart, he was a warm and welcoming one that gave her a hug. He nuzzled his nose against the side of her neck puzzling Valkyrie. He gave an almost unnoticeable lick which was followed by a kiss. The kiss was masking the action of his teeth until Valkyrie felt a bite like sensation in the area. The Canadian left a mark that would hopefully disappear. They both finally found the urge to speak again.

"What was that for? I thought you said no biting."

"If there really were rules then you probably should have followed them yourself Meghan."

"I was just teasing you Shelly?"

"Teasing? Do you know how many times grabbed my cock like that."

"It was just a few times, big deal."

"You're really asking for it aren't you?"

"That's the whole fucking point for being naughty. You're the big dog in the dog park now, prove it."

"Oh there's going to be enough of that." Shelly watched the girl who used her eyes to beg. She wanted him badly and she was really going to get it. Shelly still felt angry, he wasn't sure why but it was probably better for him and her. He made the girl lay flat on her back and stripped her of what remained on her person. She grabbed his forearms as he forced his length inside of the hole that apparently wasn't as tight as he expected. Apparently she screwed around with more boys on the team he was thinking of and he only knew how many were bigger than him to make such an snug fit for his cock. For all he knew, she was probably double fucked quite a few times, for the record, she really was. Shelly had already reached a climax inside of her in a few thrusts as his formerly abused cock could finally spill the load it had to offer freely. It wasn't a normal amount by any means as it was several monstrous ejaculations all in one. He had clawed her buttocks but then apologized with hair play.

The Canadian noticed that the American tightly wrapped her legs around his lower back which was a bit annoying since her feet were cold and probably found pleasure in his warmth. There was a noticeable temperature difference between the two. She fingered herself to acquire a sample of the warm fluids Shelly shot into her. Shelly was making slow thrusts while she demanded him to go faster, much faster. This speed was stopping her from her ability to reach release. The Lumberjack really needed to jack his lumber a lot better than what he was doing right now. The lumber proved its presence inside of her but it clearly wasn't satisfying enough, warmth or no warmth.

Valkyrie studied the Canadian. Just like any boy of his type, broad shoulders made his waist look small. His muscles past defined but hugged his military status and badass lumberjack side. It was that type of build where she would definitely tease just about any part. She noticed the darkness was gone now as a more hero like Shelly was treating and stuffing her sexual desires. Team Rainbow was made of unique people with unique qualities. At least from every image she saw on Google, she was sure she hadn't seen some blonde lumberjack who just apparently seems to have a 12 pack but fights like a wuss unless he's armed. Well Thermite was a powerful fighter but Shelly could've done a lot better or maybe love distracted him that day. Shelly should probably carry a tree to be the defensive version of Sledge. For some reason, the boy looked perfected enough to sense where he should grow out his hair.

There was enough studying, the education part of her life was well past done. If there was anything else, Shelly had a light amount of body hair and looked just as good without a beard. Now that she thought about it, there had to be a few more thoughts to go by. She couldn't imagine Shelly any other way with his blue eyes. Any shade of brown, or any other of the standard colors wouldn't make Shelly who he was and continued to be. He dressed up in a likeable manner. His flannel collection interesting not to mention he wore jeans with flannel mesh at times.

Valkyrie noticed that the boy stopped and dearly wondered why. The process wasn't finished yet. If his lumber needed some jacking, she should probably go ahead and do that. He now moved on to what seemed to be cuddling. It was now time for Shelly to think and see where such a relationship could be heading. He appreciatively stroked Valkyrie's tomboy haircut. He could smell her odor of being unsatisfied but she would have to deal with his control, in his cabin at least.

Author's Note: Sorry if it's a bit open ended and not feeling like it should end where it should but I needed to get this story out of the way. I'm turning focus towards other stories in which I'm thinking about carving out most of the homosexual relationships on the team with the exception of our dear Mute and Glaz. Yes, there is more OC's on the way and most importantly, I'd love requests on which operators you guys want me to write about. With refreshed interest in The Detective, that's the main focus for now. Fall is starting to get busy as the workloads increase, we'll see how it goes.