CHAPTER 7
The lush green fir trees and endless green fields stretched to either side as far as one could see, detracted not in the least by the dichotomous presence of the road that wound through it. The only end to the greenery as one looked in any direction were the equally endless brilliant blue sky dotted with the occasional wisp of cloud. And in the horizon in almost all directions, forming a divide between the sky, trees and fields, were the mountain ranges, of all shapes and sizes; some covered entirely in grass as green as the fields on either side of the road while others displayed a perfect blend of life and strength with grass and shrubs covering their base, reaching up nearly half way before relenting to the immovable rocky masses to finish their reach towards the sky. Much of the grayish-white rock of the mountains, were beginning to dress in soft cloaks of snow near their summits and it was only a matter of time before the surrounding green give way to splendorous white.
A pure beauty, never within human reach thought SS-19 as her gloved hands gripped the steering wheel of the black P2 Kapitän she drove, effortlessly manoeuvring the vehicle along the clean meandering white road. As the almost chalk white band of the road swept by, SS-19 allowed part of her mind to enjoy the splendorous natural beauty of the land through the panoramic windscreen of the P2 allowing it to soothe away some of the compartmentalized distraught that plagued her, as smoothly as the road slid underneath the car and on either side of the windows.
The calm only deepened as the rolling green fields gave way increasingly to taller grasses, then shrubs and bushes before reaching upwards into 20-30 foot trees that lined the road on either side. The green, brown and white mountains flickered in between the trees as she kept her foot steady on the accelerator. They lingered in her peripheral vision through her veil pleasantly until the flickering ancient rock formations more eternal than those in Colorado were replaced by a blur of green and brown as the road proceeded into deep forests. Very soon, the woods became so dense on either side of the road that they meet overhead, almost cutting out totally the brilliant sun except for multiple dazzling blasts through the interlocking branches. This threw irregular patterns down and transformed the white band of the road to a land of long carpet of shadow infused with brilliance that stretched into the darkening forests; the road as it appears now, always reminded SS-19 perfectly of the life she lived—a perfect balance of shadows and light; secrets and truth.
Her mind eased into calm and peace as it always did at this point and she allowed herself to enjoy it while sufficient portions of her mind remained vigilant and alert as always to almost every sight and sound around her, limited as they may be. An hour or so later, the road began to narrow and behind her veil, her eyes locked onto the narrow side road ahead on the right.
Her gloved hands turned the steering wheel and the P2 obeyed her commands, veering smoothly onto the dirt road. It was small and narrow, just slightly wider than her car and most drivers would miss as they sped along the shadowy main branch, even if they were looking.
The P2 cruised along the narrow dirt road that reached deeper into the forests at a slant and SS-19 was virtually invisible in the near pitch darkness of her vehicle. The road was rugged and caused the P2 Kapitän to jerk and wobble slightly but the vibration only sent a burst of joy through SS-19 for she could see, about 200 yards ahead, a brilliant spot of light as though she was travelling through a tunnel. The light grew, almost as brilliant as the sun, due to the shadows that the forest had cloaked the dirt road in as she approached.
SS-19 held her breath slightly as she always did as the brilliance grew to binding proportions until for a split second all she saw was white before it was replaced with the view that finally brought unbidden comfort to her.
The dirt emerged abruptly from the forests into an enormous clearing. The ground had been finely manicured and trimmed into fine green turf. The clearing was roughly a large forest surrounded oval. At the far end from the dirt road the P2 was on was a large, flat roofed garage, large enough for 3 to 4 vehicles, built with it's back against the impenetrable forests behind it. Just before the garage on the forest wall to the north was a path that led to a garden.
And more or less, in the centre of the turfed clearing, was the 4 storey mansion Gründerzeit style mansion with it's multiple red A-Frame roofs from which protruded dormers of various shapes. The low first and higher second storey was composed of solid red bricks while the white façade of the 3rd and 4th floors were criss-crossed with steel and metal struts.
About 50 feet from the woods, the dirt road she drove on came to an abrupt end on the grounds of the manor, pointed towards the front left corner of the structure. She veered left immediately towards a rectangle of bare concrete at the west side of the house which served as a parking area.
SS-19 eased the P2 at the far end of the car park and the 2.6-liter-inline six engine of the vehicle hummed to quick stop as she turned off the ignition and yanked the hand brake. The sounds of birds, barking hunting dogs in the surrounding forests replaced the sounds of the car that had surrounded her for the last few hours as the flat outsole of SS-19's knee high, gleaming black kid leather boot touched the concrete as she emerged from the Kapitän. The black satin veil hung from her matching turban, encircling her entire face and back of her head, resting on her broad shoulders, back and slopes of her chest over her black mid-thigh length knee length ulsterette which revealed her matching knee length flare skirt of black wool. Her black stockinged legs moved with sharp cloppings of her boots over the concrete as she moved around the back of the P2 to remove a heavy black canvas bag from the trunk.
Walking with the bag past the multiple windows on the low first storey brick walls, she arrived at the semi-circular brick staircase which led up to a large landing before access to the last 5 steps leading to the wide porch that cut across the entire south side or front of the manor. SS-19 stepped through a large brick arch before reaching the porch and the front entrance.
The 12 foot door built from solid wood harvested from the surrounding heath, swung open before she had to knock and she was greeted by the tall frame and puffed, saggy lined face of the Oberführer. SS-19's heart quickened as always as she saw his light blue eyes, glittering with effortless focus and intelligence, the right one from behind his monocle. As always, his eyes belied the age reflected in his sagging facial features, stocky 6 ft 2 frame and graying blond hair, slit back and gelled to reveal his sharp widow's peak.
"Nineteen!" were the first words he spoke and his eyes widened with such shock, SS-19 giggled inwardly at how he managed to keep the monocle in place.
His arms were reaching out next and SS-19 stepped into the comforting warmth of their embrace beyond the threshold, turning her veiled face to press it against his broad chest and breathing out softly as his growing belly pressed into her hard form. As she allowed herself a few moments to relish the heat of the Oberführer's form, the door closed behind her and SS-19 opened her eyes behind her veil to see the straight backed, perfectly lean figure walking up to stand off to their sides.
SS-19 finally stood back lowering her one arm that she had held von Graf in to gaze up at his lined face before giving her formal greeting of a curt nod.
"Oberführer." Then turning her veiled face to the other figure she greeted. "Udo."
Udo's emerald eyes beneath the sharp outlines of his cheek bones and sleek jawline nodded smartly as always in return, and the vision of him made SS-19 tremble ever so slightly but happily while a warm glow began moving down from her stomach.
"Nineteen!" von Graf exclaimed softly, holding her by her steely deltoids and gazing with his light blue eyes into her veil. "Vhy deednt' you TELL us you vere early?! I vould have sent Udo to fetch you!"
"Eet ees no trouble. I enjoy zer drive." SS-19 assured as she stepped back again for some space before lifting the bag up between them. "Zer X-Ten."
Von Graf immediately flicked his hand at Udo and SS-19 smiled behind her veil at his quirky dress sense for despite being at home, he was still wearing his black leather gloves complete with his SS uniform of flared-hip breeches—the black vicuña wool ones for the cold weather they were in now—tucked as always into glossy knee high form-fitting jack boots of patent leather. But as a concession to being home, in place of the uniform leather tunic, over the uniform shirt, he wore a mid-thigh length smoking jacket of plush black velvet with shawl collars of glossy, rich brown mink fur, secured around his heavy stomach with a tie belt.
"Schnell Udo!" von Graf commanded as Udo took the bag from SS-19. "Get eet ready for dispatch to owver scientists! Also lunch! Brathering und smoked cod!—" he looked back at SS-19's veil smiling broadly. "—owver favorite!"
Udo nodded curtly and strode off with the canvas bag while von Graf helped SS-19 out of her ulsterette revealing the black polo neck she wore underneath, which despite being comfortably loose fitting, augmented the graceful, alluring curves of her hips and breasts.
The Oberführer with a big arm over her broad shoulders, ushered SS-19 quickly down the hall way till they came to a door on the left. They both entered into a lavish study with the far wall being the west side of the house, featuring a double glass door that led out onto a veranda. Shelves of books lined the wall south wall to the left of the door and the east wall.
Mounted on the north wall, overlooking the Oberführer's large desk and seemingly everything else in the study, was a 6 ft plaque of the menacing vulture with partially spread wings, talons grasping a globe of the earth, within an inverted pentagon with longer sides and a jagged top with the large bold alphabets in red stretched across the plaque at the chest level of the vulture stating "KAOS". Below the plaque, set against the wall was a white headless mannequin over which was draped the Oberführer's shiny black leather M43 field tunic with the glossy material and the silver twin oak leaves on the gorget patches on the wide collar and the swirling patterns on the shoulder boards catching the light in the room just as well as his monocle did. The red armband on the right arm featured the KAOS emblem as usual. Hanging from the neck of the mannequin was the shining utility belt with belt suspender and holstered Luger P08.
Next to the tunic draped mannequin was a tall glass display case, inside which held a number of items, the two most distinctive being a red and white ribbon holding the gray Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross bearing Oak Leaves with a pair of cross swords soldered to their bases and vertically, held by a padded clip at the top, the long black ceremonial baton, studded with silver Wehrmacht eagles and Iron Crosses. The paragons decorating the ornate silver endcaps glittered more intensely than any other metal in the room.
With the vulture seeming to stare down at them, von Graf faced SS-19 again in front of the desk, with his gloved hands on her shoulders, leaning in with his blue eyes wide to arch his grayish blond brows as he asked.
"Are you alright Nineteen? Vere you harmed at all?"
"Nein." SS-19 assured in her tempered alto tones while focused through her veil at von Graf's sagging face and crystal blue eyes. "I am uninjured Oberführer."
"Gut! Gut!" von Graf gasped as he straightened, still holding onto her shoulders and his eyes blazed in fury as he continued. "Zhat SHTUPID SHMART! ALVAYS mezzing up EVERYthing!"
"You are right Oberführer. He ees zer vun factor no vun can plan for." SS-19 confirmed with her gloved hands clasped behind her back, appearing as a black silhouette in the bright room as the gravity in her tone increased. "Mister Big ees no doubt displeased at owver final objective's failure."
"Failure?! Failure?!" von Graf cried out backing a step from her shadowy form, throwing his head forward so hard SS-19 again was amazed how he kept his monocle in place. "Eef Mister so-called-BEEG zhinks zhis ees a failure I vill PERSONALLY show eem just how geschrumpft ees HEAD ees!"
"Nevertheless." SS-19 inclines her head, her veil sliding over her breasts as she did. "Eef owver leedar demands a reckoning, tell eem, zer responsibility ees mine alone und you are not to be blamed."
"Nein! Noch nie!" von Graf declared, his eyes bulging and the monocle catching the light from the veranda windows as he raised a gloved fist and squeezed so hard his knuckles popped and clicked. "Eef Mister Big or any ov ees feelthy henchmen DARES lay a hand on you, I vill SQVEEZE zheir Fleischklößchen eento strudel!"
A sound like a winter's breeze issued from behind the veil as SS-19 turned her head up towards von Graf.
"I am ever grateful, my Oberführer. Und as ever—" placing a gloved palm over her chest above the slopes of her breasts, SS-19's moderated alto voice washed over von Graf like a revivifying winter breeze. "—zhis life und body vas pulled by your hands, from the shattered remnants and ashes of a conquered civilization, demonized und condemned vy zer vorld. Eet ees your's to forfeit or preserve as you vish."
Von Graf smiled and stepped up to SS-19 again placing his gloved hands on her shoulders through which he could feel the power and strength there as well as her heat beneath the glacial voice. Gazing directly at her veil, he declared.
"You are zer ONLY thing zhat means more to me zhen zer Third Reich. You-ARE-my life."
SS-19 inclined her head silently in acknowledgement while the Oberführer's expression suddenly broke into a joyous, happy blabbering as he shook a gloved finger.
"Und don't you vorry avout Mister BIG! Vee may not have obtained zer fuel or zer antidote to Shuper Shleep, vut vee have zer X-TEN! Owver scientists vill reverse engineer und mass produce eet to sell for MILLIONS a piece! Alveady, vee have various buyers behind zer Iron Curtain UND South America just lining UP for hundreds of units eech!—" von Graf paused for a moment, tilting his grayish blond head causing light to bounce off his monocle as he thought. "—Course, owver sales department had better move fast, bevore zer next generation of missile detectors are veady und zer X-Tens depreciates een market value."
He again brightens immediately, raising a gloved finger as he continued.
"Even so! Vord has veached EVERY dark corner of KAOS of zer millions een cash YOUR operations have already earned! Jerry Dobring haz been going verrückt at you steeling ees verk! Look! Look!—" the Oberführer paused to reach across the large desk to grab a thick red file with the KAOS vulture symbol on it as well. He flipped it open to reveal numerous documents of a similar template."—Zhese have been coming een non-shtop, since your mission at zer diamond fair! Vritten requests from EVERY KAOS division, cell und unit, vequesting for funds! ALL addressed to KAOS' financial genius Mister K who zent zhem to me for my recommendations und concurrence!"
Von Graf began reading piece after piece of the documents with an increasingly intense blue sparkle from his eyes with each before passing them to SS-19.
"Oh, zhis vun! Vequest two million dollars to set up chain of Chinese laundry shops across zer United States as front for…data smuggling ring— Promising! Promising!—from zer Claw!—Oh, he's out zhen. I must vemember to zend eem a Happy Escaped from Prison card—" the Oberführer paused looking up at the ceiling with his gloved hand holding the document on his hip as he pondered. "—vait, ees it…zer CRAW?...Zer Crawl?...Clraw?—" von Graf sighed shaking his and brings up the document again to continue reading. "—P-S. Estimates contribution of five percent eencreese to KAOS gross annual income eef utilize second hand detergent und starch!—" The Oberführer passes the document to SS-19 who looks at it as he nods approvingly. "Very good business sense! I'll be recommending Mister K to proceed vith zhis but do remind me not to send my uniforms to zhem."
SS-19 nodded as she perused the document while von Graf reads the next one just as enthusiastically.
"Request five HUNDRED thousand dollars for vesearch, development und perfection of formula for explosive—PAINT—detonated via wide spectrum of ordinary stimulus incluzing kinetic impact, vibration, variation een room temperature ecetera..vith accuracy of a time bomb! Vith a skilled artist vee can produce verks of art targeted for purchase by embassies, consulates, zer Pentagon und Vhite House, BRILLIANT!" the Oberführer declared as he continued. "Zhis from—aaaahhh—Rex Savage! Vun of KAOS' most brilliant chemical engineers! Oh, vut a career he vut have had during zer var eef vee had him on owver side zhen! Zhere ees nothing hee cannot do vith chemicals! I happen to know Mister Big ees vatching him vith most interest, UND—" von Graf paused, leaning his head towards SS-19 and giving her a slight wink. "—from vhat I have seen, Rex ees a MOST dashing und boyishly HAND-some young man! Vould you like ees number? Or should vee give eem YOUR number? I could put you een charge of overzeeing ees vesearch? Give you two zer opportunity to get better aqvainted? He haz a most successful gallery vhich brings een…"
The Oberführer trails off as SS-19's veiled visage turned towards him and he could just feel the frost curling around him from her hidden gaze prompting him to nod with a pout.
"You're vight. He DOES have a veputation as a ladies man und all hees ladies vound up dead from chemical-related causes. Maybe not zer best idea. Vight next! Oooh zhis vun from my gut friend doktor Myron Braam! You remember eem—he came over for dinner last Weihnachten! Let's see...vequest for design und development of enhanced-sensitivity audio vecording device enabling unimpaired vecording from hidden position, ov military secrets from high vanking officers ov zer military during psychiatric sessions! Ja! Ja! Myron ees very clever!" Passing the memo over to SS-19, von Graf reads the next one. "Zhis vun eeees…oh, it's ALSO from Myron! Vequest for design und construkshion of…" the KAOS President of Espionage and Communications squints bending slightly as though he could not believe what he was reading before looking up at SS-19. "…auto-sealing, vater tight, flooding-phone boothe vith shatterproof glass to DROWN counter-espionage agents und over-curious secretaries."
As SS-19 looked up at von Graf, he sighed handing her the memo.
"Myron may be a devoted KAOS agent, my gut friend und unparalleled master ov zer human mind vut—he needs help. Alvight, next! Vequest one hundred tventy thousand dollars for design und construksion ov atomic bomb to be detonated een Blue Mist Mountain near P.D.Q Missile, oh ja, I know of zhis vun—zer Soviets hired us to frame zer amerikanisch for breaking zer nuclear test ban, so zhis ees a go. Und zhis vun—oh! Vequest thirty thousand dollar upgrade to sonic detonator from zer Blaster. ALSO from zer Blaster, vequest for FIFTY thousand dollar upgrade to...his yatch's upholstery.—" von Graf grimaced as he hands the memo to SS-19. "Ja to zer first und zer dummkopf can pay for ees OWN shtupid upholstery! Unleeeeez—" the Oberführer pondered looking over at SS-19. "—vould you be interested een Carioca? I understand vomen looove zer dark Spanish types. I'm villing to pay for ees couches und carpeting eef you vould be partaking of zhem on your evenings vith eem und things turn EXTRA romantic, cause you know I vunt you to be COMFortable vhen you're on your back on saaaay, your knees und hands or on TOP, I don't vunt you to get friction burns on your knees…"
Again SS-19's veil slowly turns towards von Graf cutting him off as he finds icy tendrils sliding around his wrinkled neck and tightening till he feels the chill down his spine, urging him to the only conclusion acceptable.
"…Carioca can pay for ees OWN upholstery! Und I'm very sure he ees not simply POZING az a playboy! On vee go! Next a vequest from zeeeeer—Guns, Bombs, Poisons und Knives Division. Vee hereby vequest seventy thousand dollars for purchase of more…" von Graf pauses, then sighs and finishes as he hands the memo to SS-19. "…guns, bombs, poisons und knives. Vell ZHEY'll never be out of verk! Oh, zhis ees more interesting, from zer Contrived Accident Division! Eeeeh, lets see…vequest one hundred thousand dollars to vesearch, develop und produce een sufficient qvantity, synthetic—ONION?—composed of chemical agents to serve as catalyst vhen combined vith different alcohols to produce explosions—atropine infused soap…battery deactivator infused—LIPSTICK?!—" von Graf looked up squinting with perplexity as he handed the memo to SS-19. "—I assume Mrs Neal means to SMEAR it on a battery, reactor, generator or vhatever power source zhey intend to deactivate and not KISS eet! Vut zhen—she ees English!"
The Oberführer again sighs tiredly shaking his head going back to the file.
"Vell, zheir division has never failed yet zo I guess ve'll have to give eet to zhem. Oh, League of Impostors are vequesting anozher fifty thousand dollars for zheir ongoing international search for exact doubles of government agents, military officers und officials…I BET you, against regulations, zhey are flying BUSINESS instead of COACH! Softies! Ummm…owver scientist Schwartz ees asking for two million dollars to build more synthetic islands—vee also have…oh nein…not HIM again—" von Graf holds the next request up for SS-19 to read at the same time. "—from Dok-tor Yes! DEMAND four million dollars for electromagnetic deflector mechanism, high power generator und advanced atmospheric sensors to target American ballistic missiles, construksion of undervater base of orparations und recruitment of new KAOS personnel able to say YES een Russian, German, Spanish…Lieber GOTT! Zer cross-dressing, pompous, narcissist!" von Graf rolled his crystal blue eyes at the ceiling almost popping out his monocle. "Eef he vasn't such a big VIG vith Mister BIG I vould grab eem by ees goat beard und slam ees big HEAD eento zer table!"
Shaking his head wearily and handing the memo to SS-19 who held them neatly in her gloved hands, von Graf shuffled through some of the next requests noting with a sigh.
"Oh. Zer next few are all from zer Vice President of Public Relations und Terror—Siegfried.—" glancing pointedly over at SS-19's veil, von Graf cautioned. "—Nearly as psychopathic as Vollmar, und big on SELF-preservasion. Vut he vas also, first man out ov El Alamein! Vhich means, hee ees brilliant as vell as mad! Both Heydrich und Kaltenbrunner vanted eem een Reichssicherheitshauptamt.—" von Graf paused to roll his eyes at the ceiling as he declares. "— Danke gott for zer Czechs een zer first case und end of zer var for zer second! Also, due to my contribution to zer first case, vhich I think Siegfried knows about vy now—do vee vary of eem Nineteen. Alvight, lets see vhat ol Ludvig vants…eeeh…SIX hundred und fifty thousand dollars for vesearch, development, design und construksion of master computer to analyze tides, shipping data, currents und cargoes to facilitate piracy operations. Alvight zhat ees brilliant…I vish I had thought of eet FIRST but on vee go…two hundred thousand dollars to build secret prisoner-of-vore camp een New Jersey…" von Graf paused to grimace at SS-19. "…zumvun's yearning for zer gut-ol-days!" Turning to the next memo and looking down his nose at it through his monocle, the Oberführer continued "Vell, eet's still better zhan "undervater-base"! Und zhis vun...FIVE million dollars for vesearch, development und construksion of giant nuclear…" von Graf trails off as he reads the document, bringing it closer to his eyes in disbelief before turning to SS-19 and finishing. "...magnet to pull in U.S Navy fleets und run zhem aground!"
SS-19 gazes through her veil at von Graf as he turns back to stare at the memo in his gloved fingers for several moments before taking a deep breath and slowly tosses it aside on the table as he states.
"Oh vell, as mein Führer discovered een zer var—you can't VIN zhem all! Vee'll just put zhis under consideration for zer next one or—FIVE years."
Von Graf spun back to face SS-19 in a blur of plush black velvet and brown mink fur, flipping shut the still document crammed folder and clutching it to his chest as he declared vith wide blue eyes.
"You SEE Nineteen, vhat you have accomplished?! Through your efforts alone, you have secured sufficient financing for KAOS North American operations und beyond for zer next three to four YEARS! Und ZHAT ees vhat I vill tell Mister BIG eef he DARES to qvestion you!"
The Oberführer finishes his sentence with a flourish by throwing the folder he held down with a loud slap on his desk top. SS-19 inclines her veil and draped turban shrouded head in acknowledgement as the moderated alto tones of her response reached out towards von Graf.
"Ich bin sehr dankbar, Oberführer. My accomplishments, are possible, because of all you have taught und given me. I hope owver leedar vill understand owver contribution und allow us to continue owver verk. Een zhat respect, measurable though zer success ov zhese orparations—zer cost has been great in terms of resources. Vee have lost close to forty of owver most highly trained und experienced KAOS agents, most of zhem ex-military und intelligence personnel. Eet vill be hard to replace zhem."
The Oberführer lets out a deep breath his face sagging even more as SS-19 places the documents she had been handed onto the desk. As she faces him again, he nods tiredly and admits.
"Ja! Indeed! At zhis rate, vee'll have to increase recruitment of disc jockeys, used car salesmen, quiz masters—und eef vee vant zer TRULY heartless, merciless, despicable, ruthless und ROTTEN vuns—TV repairmen und politicians."
With that, von Graf looks back into SS-19's veil and places his gloved hands on her shoulders momentarily before grimacing in frustration. Turning his face away momentarily as though he was caught by some blinding light, he shook his gloved hands in frustration as he exclaims.
"Nineteen, please! I know eet vas MY idea to conseal your identity from CONTROL for a tactical advantage but...there…there ees NO VUN here except me und Udo! You are home, Nineteen!"
As he gestures imploringly at her shroud, SS-19 stands immobile for a moment as she gazes up at him through black silk. Finally her melodic, glacial alto voice emerges again.
"Of course, my Oberführer."
With that, her gloved hands lift, the right one going to the back of her head while the left one reaches to her right temple. At the same time, her gloved fingers pulls at the knot of her draped turban, pulling it off while unhooking the veil at her temple and swings it aside.
As the draped turban dissolves into it's original long scarf form in a swirl of black silk, SS-19's hair falls down in a golden waterfall past her neck and shoulders till the uniform golden ends reaches the base of her back. The Oberführer smiles with deep pride as he looks over a face that seemed carved from an element one shade short of Wunsiedel Marble—a forehead not so high but not low either, partly hidden under a wispy fringe of gold, perfectly symmetrical and sculpted cheekbones, strong clear jawline tapering to a prominent pointed chin below lips of even body. Her nose was delicate, sharp and on either side of the bridge, large eyes with irises of polished crystalline blue ice, gazed upwards at the Oberführer.
As von Graf stood mesmerized by the discs of icy blue on either side of her sharp nose's bridge, SS-19 stepped up to him so that they were boot toe to boot toe, causing him to flinch visibly. He tried to lean back but SS-19's left gloved hand reaches up and grasps the back of his neck. While he did not jerk away, von Graf again flinches at her touch despite her glove and his crystal blue eyes narrows with effort as SS-19's other gloved hand pressed to his chest. He realized his heart was starting to hammer as always and already he could feel the pressure of her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him gently but inevitably to her.
The Oberführer sees her distinctive cheekbones growing larger in his field of vision along with SS-19's ice blue irises until the 2 discs of blue were all he could see. He barely shut his eyes on time just as the heat of her soft lips touched his causing his whole body to jerk. His gloved hands spasm into fists that clenched so hard his knuckles started popping and it was all he could do to keep them rigid at his sides. SS-19's right palm pressed into his chest and her lips began moving, opening and closing, caressing his. Von Graf tried to keep his lips closed but her lips were relentless, moving, grazing, rubbing and slowly coaxing his apart until finally, she seemed to surge upwards definitively as her opened mouth pressed up into his.
Von Graf groaned in his throat, and his closed eyes squeezed even harder, his brow furrowing as the heated air of SS-19's lungs filled his body and her mouth kept moving in their caress of his and now her tongue slid upwards into his mouth, seeking his.
As her tongue worked itself in his mouth, caressing the inside of his cheeks, a growl escaped the Oberführer's throat to leap right into SS-19's mouth causing her to grunt softly as she kept her mouth pressed to his and they breathed in and out of each other. Finally, von Graf's arms snapped up seizing by her lower back, grabbing fistfuls of her hair and dragging her to him as he bent forward, pressing his mouth down into her's, responding completely. And as SS-19 found herself yanked in and his heavy stomach slams into her lean abdominals while the curves of her breasts lands against his chest, she could feel the stony pillar lower down against her pelvis, as hard as the mountains she had driven by to get home and just like those eternal formations, a source of joy and later calm and peace for her.