Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse

Delphi breathed a happy sigh and rolled over in the grass to face the commander.

He was lying on his side staring at her with a look she couldn't name, but it told her she wasn't getting out of jail free…

"Alright," she sighed in resignation. "What do I have to do in exchange for this promise you extracted from me while I was putty in your hands?"

"You're not going to give me trouble are you, Miss Chastain? You don't have a good track record for doing what you're told."

"A promise is a promise, Commander, but I have two conditions. First, you can't hurt me."

"I already agreed to that."

"Second, we go our separate ways afterwards. Let's call that fight between us a draw."

"It was only a draw because I can't damage you, but I agree," he said promptly.

That was easy, she thought. Too easy. It didn't bode well for whatever he had in mind for her…

His gaze was more than indecent, his eyes were so fiery she was sure he would chase her down and extract his promise by force if she even looked like reneging on it.

What was there she hadn't been taught in the art of seduction? She wasn't going to let him intimidate her. She raised her chin proudly and looked him straight in the eye, narrowing her eyes right back at him.

He raised his eyebrows slightly at her and nodded his approval at her attitude. He could see she had gathered her courage and planned to challenge him. This was a competition where if she won, frankly, so did he…

He reached out and hooked a finger between her breasts under her tank top, before letting it ping back against her chest.

"Take your top off," he instructed her.

He couldn't have been more surprised when, like a lamb, she did as he asked.

She pulled the little midriff top she wore over her head and the huge natural breasts he had seen through his binoculars bounced free. At close range, they were enormous, round and bouncy with pretty little pale pink nipples.

His already raging hard-on got even more painful, pressing against his pants, demanding to be let out.

"Take it all off," he demanded impatiently, "except the boots".

She tugged off her little skirt, leaving on just her knee-high boots.

She reclined in the grass, her long hair falling about her shoulders and across her chest, she had an itty-bitty waist with taut and toned abs, generous wide hips, and long slim legs.

"My god you're beautiful woman. No wonder the Emperor is turning over the earth to get you back."

"My breasts are too big, and they're droopy."

She tried to cover her breasts with her arms, an impossible undertaking with such skinny arms and large breasts.

"Uh, uh, uh," he shook his head. "Don't cover them up. They droop because they're natural; and they're bloody gorgeous," he growled.

He shifted back a few feet and sat himself on a rock where he could get a better view of her.

"Crawl over here Miss Chastain," he ordered. "Slowly."

She looked up at him in surprise, her eyes wide. Then, without him having to press her, she climbed onto all fours.

She started to crawl slowly towards where he sat, gazing up at him with a fierce stare, her lips slightly parted.

He was shocked in an extremely good way. His eyes darkened and he let out a guttural groan of pained desire.

Her breasts dangled and bounced as she crawled, and her nipples dragged across the grass. Her narrow waist and wide hips were the prelude to a perfect ass whose very generous curved cheeks he could just see the tops of, as she crawled towards him with her back arched and a deliberate sashay swinging her curvaceous tush from side to side.

What sweet agony she was putting him through.

She looked up with her big eyes, her expression telling him she had no lack of confidence in her body's effect on him, despite her complaints about the size of her boobs.

He pulled his cock out of his pants, and it stood at full mast, reaching well up his torso. He noticed she didn't look at it, continuing to hold his gaze as she crawled. No matter. He planned for them to get to know each other well.

He could have come just watching her, but he held himself back with some difficulty, trying to refrain from touching himself.

She arrived at his feet.

"Touch this," he said, pointing at his cock.

She rose up on her knees and grasped it, before dropping it again with shock when she felt the warm skin.

"What is that?"

He laughed, thinking she was joking with him, but she looked at it curiously and waited for him to answer. Turns out she didn't know what a 'prick' was after all, he thought.

"I take it you've never seen one before. That's my cock. And it's very hard for you."

She looked at it in wonder. "I thought it was something you were carrying. I had no idea that was a part of you. That doesn't look anything like I was expecting. I thought they were smaller and hung downwards. It's so big and straight. Is that normal?"

"Mmhmm."

He wasn't about to let her think otherwise, though the generous size of his cock was something of a joke in the men's locker-room.

She grabbed hold of it again, tentatively squeezing and feeling its firmness. Then putting her hands around it to test its thickness. She ran her hands up and down the length of his shaft, then she bounced it with her fingers like it was a toy, pushing it to-and-fro like a metronome.

He groaned in sweet agony. "Take it easy. It's not a yo-yo."

She leant forward and took his cock more gently between her hands, giving it a series of sweet kisses up and down its length and right to the tip.

"Good girl," he moaned. "Now give it a lick."

It was getting extremely difficult to hold-off now, as she licked his cock like it was a goddam lollipop; bottom to top then top to bottom, then she took it in her mouth without being asked and sucked and licked on it. The wet sound of her lips on his tip were sending him to the edge.

"That's it, sweet mother of god. No, stop woman, what are you doing, you're going to make me come."

She stopped sucking him and went back to kissing and licking his cock, but he was too far gone.

He took hold of his cock and came explosively all over her breasts which she helpfully held up for him.

She looked down at them in curiosity, running her fingers in a trail through his cum.

Jesus fucking Christ. That was mind blowing.

If that was the head job, he'd move heaven and earth to fuck her. It would be the last thing he'd get to do here on earth, but at this moment, the price didn't seem too high.

He wondered briefly if she was a natural submissive. Or was she was playing him like her friends had played Niko and Baer? Right now, he really didn't give a damn which it was.

She stood up, gathering up her sword and the kangaroo he had shot, dragging it along behind her.

She climbed up onto her horse naked, her sword in one hand, the 'roo thrown across the back of the horse, her breasts still glistening with his semen, her ass cheeks splayed across the horse's back. God, he wished he could record that image…

She kicked the brumby into a trot, throwing him a backwards wave.

"Hold on," he called. "Shouldn't we talk before you leave?"

"What's to talk about? We agreed to go our separate ways and call the fight a draw. That's what I'm doing." 

"Shouldn't we discuss what's next. Between us, I mean?"

"There's no 'us' Commander. You and I are on different sides. Let me know when you're ready to join the Rebellion and we can talk."

If by 'the Rebellion' she meant her rag-tag group of eight runaway brides, that was a venture doomed to fail.

But a plan to pretend to join it suddenly had a whole lot going for it…