Nothing Stops Conflict
Phesx Caolia woke up early in the morning. Not as early as 4 or 5, but near 6 AM. He immediately sensed a hot body in front of him, with a butt rubbing on him. He realized he had been humping a little before waking up. After realizing and thinking about it, he went back at it again for a few minutes before his eyes darted to the back of Priscila's head.
Half a minute later, her body seemed to grow stiff for a moment, and her breath relaxed, changing rhythm. She softly turned her head to look at Phesx Caolia’s face as he kept lightly doing that. Smiling, Priscila hugged his neck and lazily wiggled her ass on him. “Here I thought you gave up after not getting it last night.”
“Hm,” Phesx Caolia hummed before ‘thrusting’ hard a few times, and finally stood up. Although it felt better each time, insanely even, he wouldn’t want to get a boner when they had to move. He was followed outside by Priscila, as he met with the other 4 standing around a dry campfire.
“Good sleep?” Paul spoke as he drank from something with steam coming out of his cup. Priscila tapped Phesx Caolia’s left shoulder and walked ahead, taking a cup from Paul and drinking it.
Walking forward, Phesx Caolia received a hot cup from his female comrade, who hurried him. “Drink it up, come on.”
“What is it?” Phesx Caolia asked, but he was also already lifting his cup politely to drink it. Paul smirked, saying, “The elixir of life.”
‘It’s just hot water.’ Phesx Caolia drank a third immediately, realizing. Then, he looked at his teammates before drinking the rest, slowly. When he was done, and cleaned his mouth, his male comrade offered to pour him more, which Phesx Caolia accepted.
“We’re returning to the encampment a little later than at this hour tomorrow. Let’s get ready to search the outskirts then. Hellcat, you’ll be at the front. Clear the areas. You’ll also investigate the distances. There’s not much to confirm from just written records, but anything will do. Keep it cool and report it to me, so that no one has to do your job for you.”
Phesx Caolia nodded, not giving out a verbal response. The older soldier rolled his eyes a little with crossed arms, but the others didn’t mind it. It wasn’t mandatory, but it was the same as unspoken rules; such as not insulting the elderly and standing up to greet someone.
“Let’s go!” Paul lightly exclaimed, grabbing Phesx Caolia’s shoulders as the older soldier kept the cups and returned them to his bag. Phesx Caolia heard his pal try something again, “You see, being an instructor lets me ‘rule’ over an older soldier like him. It does feel really good, y’know?”
“That is… I’ve barely just started my military career, and this is my first assignation. Don’t you think it’s… too early to be talking about that?” Phesx Caolia looked at Paul with fully open eyes, but the latter just shrugged before heading to the back of the truck.
“Nothing waits for nothing and no one. If you wanna wait, others won’t. It’s up to you, ‘kitty’.”
“…” Kitty, no, Phesx Caolia fell silent while Priscila entered the truck, along the female soldier. Getting into the car, his comrade nodded at him, slapping his thigh approvingly, making Phesx Caolia almost blush again.
Once the teasing was over, the truck drove off to the northeast. They wouldn’t enter the worker districts, not even the extremes of their perimeter, but the middle between the west’s western and eastern halves. The eastern was more ‘fancy’ and with elegant or lack of ‘non-rich’ residences, while the west had it all.
In between was a road, a place that ‘is’ somewhat protected by the government. Of course, it was now filled with destroyed tankettes, smoked spots, and a few pieces of weaponry here and there. Phesx Caolia looked at a rather modern-looking fallen helicopter while Priscila drove through.
That was weird, as Preut never had an advanced military to speak of. They only had the weapons they took from the criminal groups, and some situations every decade where Lýmoca ‘donates’ some so they can defend themselves.
Clearly, all those weapons need maintenance and even new parts to be fixed, yet increasing the ‘emotional cost’ of the government so they could be sent to the military.
Preut opted for numbers in the army rather than industrializing a military production. This made them become even richer, but now, it had become their awful downfall.
No matter how one put it, 3 million soldier units, 1 million per section more or less, and no decent machinery, would have led to a disastrous bloodshed like it was still in the first SO century. However, here and there, and in some records, each section showed they somehow had war vehicles of high technology. Very few, but they had them. Wasn’t that weird?
It didn’t matter, be it Phesx Caolia or any other person in Preut, military or civilian, wouldn’t care about it. Their lives were all that mattered, not some conspiracy.
About an hour later, driving through some complex debris and destroyed flora, Priscila stopped the truck at the accorded spot, and everyone exited the truck. Phesx Caolia readied up his rifle, with his bag on his back, and his pistols checked just before coming out.
The moment he received a nod from Paul, he nodded in return and headed to the immediate outskirts of the west’s half worker districts. His male comrade followed him as his shadow. They went deep into the semi-urban concrete jungle, with several buildings 20 meters tall at most or so destroyed, leaving only fashionable remains.
Phesx Caolia moved nimbly, stopping never and checking everywhere, with his rifle remaining solid and stable against his chest’s upper section, ready to pull his small pistol if needed. His head turned and tilted as he crouched and ran up and down through solid debris, ignoring the loose ones.
He didn’t have to stop and check if some pile of walls was safe to walk on, his military training took care of that. The knowledge that military officers had gained during the past few hundreds of years, despite separating from Lýmoca, was good enough for Preut to maintain its military relevance.
After 15 minutes of navigating through the streets, Phesx Caolia chose a tall one that used to be a parking lot with multiple upper and underground floors. His male comrade followed him, taking a few stops, sweating and breathing, before rushing up to meet with Phesx Caolia.
When his comrade arrived at the uppermost floor, Phesx Caolia was finishing scouting the west with a binocular. Phesx Caolia’s left eye saw most things were a cyan, sky blue color, with only a bit of ‘melting’ brown spots and stains, indicating where explosions might’ve occurred.
When he was done with checking the north and south, and not a source of movement was detected, he stored his binocular and looked at his comrade. The soldier was playing with his feet and sitting atop the roof’s entrance, smoking a good piece of cigarette while keeping his bubble gum tasty and warm inside a little box.
“Got bored,” he said, making Phesx Caolia blow air out of his nostrils with a small smile before joining him. Phesx Caolia shook his head when he was invited a cigarette, hating them all his life. But he took his own bubble gum out and chewed it in delight. It was pure sugar, nothing else, no flavor or smell, just gum and sugar.
Looking at the empty, lifeless outskirts, which had some hidden refugees and criminals they couldn’t just search around, they noticed how insanely calm everything was. Before, even a part like the worker districts’ outskirts will be filled with hundreds of employees walking out of their homes and collectively going to work.
Many Preutian influencers would record a livestream of these things, just wanting to show it to the people of the world, and the rest of Preut. It was tranquil, and some even let the real audio loud and on instead of rain or crackling fire, resulting more peaceful and comforting.
All of that was gone now…
“Your stamina is really good. Even a girl of your batch can beat your ass, but you definitely outrun even some of the soldiers with a couple of years in service. You’ll be a glad, new delicacy of the ladies, kit.” The soldier said, breaking the silence.
“Thanks, I suppose.” Phesx Caolia looked down at his beloved rifle, liking how clean and well-repaired it had become after a couple of months working on it. It was the same as before, with other rifles’ parts installed on it.
“How good’s your aim anyway?” The soldier puffed a good, long smoke into his lungs before saying, letting it all out in the opposite direction of Phesx Caolia. The latter simply responded, “Better than mediocre at long distance, it gets a little better nearer.”
“Mn, not bad. There’s no trick to it, either you learn it your way or you rely on luck. Good luck, though.” The soldier calmly conveyed, enjoying the sight, although it was all destroyed rubble.
Phesx Caolia didn’t speak anything more, but he gladly accepted those words from his superior. It’s just, ever since he joined the military, he no longer acts to please others at his self’s cost. Maybe to respect authority, but not to undermine himself.
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“I never saw these places when they were with people,” Phesx Caolia commented out of a hidden corner of his heart. The soldier chuckled and pointed at a certain direction where a large ‘circle’ was filled with the same kind of rubble.
“Over there, I once met a 12-year-old whom I lost my virginity to. I was only 14, but she was almost half taller than me, and her proportions were stupidly mature. It was like heaven for me…” The soldier said. Phesx Caolia frowned, looking at his comrade’s body, and rapidly ‘calculating’ his tall body with his ‘precise’ eyes.
“My family has always been filled with tall people. Our proportions might not be… ‘plentiful’, but we’ve always gotten our way around the world together, and life… I was a drug addict before joining the military. Finding something that wasn’t hurtful was innovative and… ‘better’ than all.”
“One day, around my 17s, over there,” the soldier pointed elsewhere. Feeling comfortable, the silent young boy looked where a ‘square’ load of rubble, ‘somehow’ making out a large precinct, was located.
“I found a little girl from Lýmoca.” The soldier lifted his chin, looking in that direction. Phesx Caolia could see the strong emotion behind this story. He continued, sounding somewhat rebellious, “Even with all the words the governments give to their people, the times when we obey them unquestioned are far gone. No warnings stopped some Lys from coming here.”
“She showed me a book. When she told me about how kids were all protagonists, one of those that could’ve become a digital success in the past, but would now become an uninteresting choice to gain money from; I wanted to refuse it. But she kept explaining it to me with such passion in her eyes that I couldn’t tell her no. So I took the book.”
“…” Phesx Caolia continued listening, at ease. The soldier threw his cigarette away. “I read it. It was about a group of kids, with some adults showing at the beginning and every now and then. It… it was about how weak their psyche can deteriorate in a war to the point of fantasizing everything they see.”
“Ah, it comes from a tale of the Wondurs nation, from the 5th century, where all things went… worse and worse. The wishes of a government made an entire country move elsewhere, helpless and leaving whomever behind… It’s a history lecture, one of the most talked about from back then. I only recently found out it was written by the sole survivor of those children.”
‘…’ Phesx Caolia looked down at the butt of his rifle. The soldier said nothing more but looked at his clock. Seeing that there were still 20 minutes left to return, he voiced to the former, “Let’s enjoy the wide picture for 5 minutes.”
… Less than 20 minutes later, Phesx Caolia presented himself before Paul and reported his findings. Afterwards, Paul sent him to the east’s half worker districts with the older soldier. Thinking that it would’ve been with his female comrade, Phesx Caolia still went out with the grumpy grandpa. The fella wasn’t that old, only about 30-40 years old, but he was that grumpy.
During the scouting, the older soldier kept looking at him whenever Phesx Caolia echoed with a ‘pu’ from the center of his lips. He also kept up with Phesx Caolia, except for the activities that required nimble, fast actions to cross or climb to.
At last, when Phesx Caolia choose a tower-like destroyed building to scout the north, east, and south, the older soldier silently let Phesx Caolia do his job. When they returned, everyone was silent, but they all wanted to rest a little and eat something good, if possible.
They got into the truck and traveled for 2 hours before stopping, still a little far from the encampment. They searched for a near place to camp, with Phesx Caolia tasked to bring any sort of food back.
… After Phesx Caolia left, about a few minutes later, the other 5 waited near the camp, when a baby boar turned around a few tall bushes and thick trees and met them. They stayed silent, wanting to secretly watch their youngest and most inexperienced comrade bring whatever he could find. He only had 30 minutes outside, after all. It was his initiation!
They wielded their weapons, of course, and ignored the baby boar that looked at them, confused. Priscila looked at the brainless thing, whose mother shouldn’t be far away, and exclaimed to scare it off, “Aerm.”
Gurrrg. The little piggy turned tail and kicked the ground away, but after a few seconds, it stopped and looked backwards, now curious. At last, being ignored by the long things it saw, not moving towards it, it relaxingly went through another set of trees and thick bushes.
… Sush~.
When the team was still amidst waiting for 20 minutes, they watched the bushes from where Phesx Caolia disappeared into move a lot. They narrowed their eyes and took the stance, but didn’t lift their rifles. Then, a young boy wearing a military uniform and a mostly intact baby boar’s carcass running towards them abruptly appeared.
“Phesx?!” Priscila shouted, incredulous and glad. The rest of the team was awestruck silent, including the older soldier.
… While the food was getting ready, Phesx Caolia got the first turn to shower. It was at a little spring with a very gentle waterfall, about 3 meters tall, which carried lukewarm water down to his head. He stood naked with a few products by his feet, where the gentle falling water wouldn’t drive it into the water.
When he was just starting, and spent 2 glorious minutes enjoying nature’s gentle caress on his face down his back and hands, Phesx Caolia heard bare footsteps coming near him. He didn’t need to look back to know it was Priscila. She hugged him from behind.
With her shoulders against the center of his back, her hands found his navel and belly button, finding the slightly defined body of a military training, and enjoying herself rubbing him.
“Mwah, mwah, mwah,” Priscila smooched his light brown skin. She was like a warm, wet pair of soft fingers teasingly pinching him, ushering him with affection. Phesx Caolia saluted her the way only a man can without moving, before feeling her hands touching him.
“I’ve been successfully seduced. I know I said no teasing, or taste test, but can you let me? I’ll give you a heads-up.” Priscila ‘implored’, suckling on his neck and licking his ears. Phesx Caolia sighed and lowly muttered, “Mn. Go ahead.”
“Mn, you are at least gifted in these two. Okay, look here. These have to be treated… When you start playing with this part, be gentle, but very decisive. Speed and length isn’t important… Anyone can put it in and pull it out, but making these moves… different pacing… while doing this…” Priscila embarked in a lesson where nothing happened, and she just semi-showed Phesx Caolia the theory behind some actions and things to consider.
With a manly obstruction between their bodies, they ended up showering together, with Priscila nonstop growing addicted to being spooned by him while standing.
… About an hour and 25 minutes later, with Phesx Caolia and Priscila long returning to the camp, with their other teammates done showering, and finished eating. Most went to their tents, except the female soldier, who was patrolling tonight. Only Paul, Priscila, and Phesx Caolia remained to keep her company near the campfire.
“Hahaha, just grabbed it with your bare hands?” Paul, the last to shower, keeping his team contented first before himself, asked as he ate a bit of boar off a bone. He laughed, making Priscila nod repeatedly with a dumb smile on her pretty face.
“Like this,” Phesx Caolia made a motion that anyone else would’ve thought he was holding a puppy off the ground from behind. Then, he pushed his thumbs’ lower end downwards, using them to direct the rest of his thumb bones into a sharp diving motion. “I remembered where its heart is, so I tried it. Didn’t know how efficient it would’ve been, but it was.”
“With your bare hands… Damn, someone’s waist might be broken tomorrow.” Paul said, giving an obvious, solid side eye to Priscila, who innocently looked at the barely discernible tenth of a moon. Phesx Caolia innocently blinked, though. Why would he hurt her like that, too?
“Right, about my first time…” Phesx Caolia shamelessly spoke of this. Since it would’ve happened, then he would go along with it. Just like with his rite of initiation, of course he knew what was going on. Otherwise, he would’ve returned with some apples, oranges, and herbs he immediately found. Also, it did work to ‘convince’ Priscila.
“Are… you gonna be there and teach me together, or…?” Phesx Caolia lightly frowned, looking at Paul as he asked this. Paul stopped eating and looked at Priscila, she showed an ‘oops’, guilty expression with her big eyes staring back. Clearly, she had forgotten about something… or was too embarrassed to tell Phesx Caolia? Her cheeks blushed delicately.
“Hellcat, there’s something we haven’t told you about. Priscila, eh… she’s my half-sister.” Paul let it down slowly, but not so gently. It was a heavy tone, like telling someone their partner was tossed around at a party.
Hellcat: (・・) .
Immediately, images of Paul and Priscila talking about how to help him lose his virginity while together were smoked away and replaced by evil faces of the two, planning how to send him into debauchery. Paul didn’t waste much time to crackle in laughter.
“Hahahahahahahahahahaaaaa! My heavens…”
Priscila rolled her eyes after a bit. Then, she stood up, bending over before Phesx Caolia’s eyes, letting him see his dessert. She extended her left hand down. Phesx Caolia looked up before letting her hold his left hand. Then, with a sexy, delicious walk, she brought the silent young boy to his tent, leaving a ridiculous Paul laughing to himself all alone.
Made to wait outside, watching an ass fumble side by side with the entrance curtains tracing it back and forth, up and down, Priscila accommodated the sleeping bag before going in. Phesx Caolia didn’t need to be told before he stepped into his tent as well.
His gift sat before him with her legs crossed and knees up. She looked at his eyes with a mature charm that wasn’t there before and gently told him, “Open it. Unwrap me. It’s yours if you want it.”
Phesx Caolia’s breathing slowly sounded. It was calm. Its noise drowned his knees and hands sliding through his sleeping bag. He arrived before her and kissed her cheek before directly drawing her lips’ meat out. After tasting it with the tip of his tongue, suckling on them, he spread her legs and connected their lower bodies. He looked down and took her garments off, slowly revealing what he’d already seen, but dried yet getting soaked somewhere…
Returning to the kisses, he employed the techniques he recently learned, making Priscila, the kitten supreme, gasp and emit little moans. Biting his ears’ lobules, licking his neck up and down, leaving hickeys left and right, he was ready before he knew it. As for her, he could make a pool out of her body.
Phesx Caolia was thrown down with his back first. Her hands were all over him as she traced her tongue from his chest downwards, from up to bottom, not even sparing his butt, she brought him to a heavenly sensation next. But Phesx Caolia, new to this and seduced, wanted much more of that.
Thankfully, with her earned experience and resistance, she helped Phesx Caolia meet paradise a couple of times, utilizing all her soft and slow, passionate techniques to achieve it.
Soon after, with their mouths inseparable, Phesx Caolia lost his little V title, mounted by a kittenish beauty squatting with passion on him. Right now, only he and Priscila were in this world to enjoy the moment. Of course, his brain couldn’t stop thinking about everything he was doing and rapidly learning. Priscila didn’t know it yet, but she was in for a crazy night. At first, it might be mostly experimental for Phesx Caolia, but he’d also succumb to passion not too long after.
“…Oh the heavens, you’re squeezing my waist so hard!” At some point, Phesx Caolia realized what Paul meant. From man to man, he understood, a comrade seeks guidance from another comrade. He relaxed his grip on her waist while his new doggy kept ‘whimpering’. Only for her to supplicate, “Wait, no. I really liked it. I can tell you to stop if it harms me.”
Thus, Phesx Caolia put raging blazes into the locomotive, and it started roaring sharply and delicately, on and on throughout the night…
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