delight NOTE : I am reposting this story. I am the archetype writer of the original posting. I had to repost the narration as I edited the story on the internet site post-publishing it. The history has been in"editing mode"for several solar day and now it has been denied for some understanding. ALSO, I have made a few changes to the torso of the story, and I have seriously amended the original cliffhanger, so I would strongly recommend anyone who previously read the story to re-read it.

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Annabeth Lily Moore, or simply Beth to her kin and friends, sat alone in the darken moving fomite. Her pulse was racing and she could palpate her breather coming in raggedly. She had been excitedly looking forward to this day for years, but now that it had arrived, she was terrified. The fomite started jostling and jumping under her and she knew that they had left the road and was now in scratchy nation.

'' Not too much longer '' she whispered to herself in an endeavour to solace her tattered mettle. She tried to calm herself by thinking of a happy memory, and her thoughs drifted to her eighteenth birthday a few months back. She smiled to herself.

***

Beth had grown up in a military family, as did most kid these years. Most of the world had been at war with itself for almost 13 twelvemonth. The parts of the human beings that was n't either under water or bombed to rat, that is.

Beth had been lucky being born in the relative guard of Cuba to the Commander and his wife, a chieftain, in a top secret US military machine installation. What came to be known as `` The War '' broke out 3 old age after Beth 's birth, in 2122.

The entirety of Republic of Cuba had been evacuated by the UN after the radioactive release in 2072. cypher officially went to Cuba anymore. What came to be known as Fort Purgatory was established roughly 5 geezerhood after the incident by the US Government to serve as an elite training reason for the future propagation of soldiers, as well serving as a secret bunker for the Leaders of the US politics in the effect of an emergency.

When The War broke out, 17 country, including all of the body politic belonging to the United realm, Japan, Iraq, Persia and several US states were reduced to smoking rubble within 6 calendar month.

The Leaders of the US Government became residents in Fort Purgatory a calendar month after The War started, and are to this day.

Fort Purgatory and the entirety of Cuba was unaffected by The War, being declared a no-man's-land and uninhabitable since the incident. The US government ensured that the UN never attempted to change this condition before The War broke out. After War was declared, no one really cared enough to have closer feel at the island.

garrison Purgatory was home to the most advanced military engineering science and the most grueling and undivided education camp in the human beings, far away and hidden from the prying heart of the opposition of the US, as well as Her own citizens.

Beth had been born and had grown up in the out of sight underground `` fort ''. She saw the light of day for the number 1 time when she turned 7.

Her education, which formally started when she turned four, started with literacy, maths, science and casual socio-economic class in mitt to hand combat. She was one of seven girls in a `` class '' of 28 children her age. As the children matured, they were introduced to technology, medical aid and fundamentals of construction. The tyke 's official weapons training started when they turned 9, starting with round, hanker knives, pistol and finally reaching ravishment rifles by the age of 12. All of the children were required to deliver mastered all of the banner issue weapons by the age of 14. The children that did n't take a shit the cut were either enrolled for other military professions such as piloting, engineering or, in extreme type of failure, reduced to the administrative or sustainment faculty of the fort.

Only tike with exceptional abilities, intelligence operation and attainment were accepted to go forward, in their 14th year of age, with training for the elite group screen primer coat military group simply known as The Xs. The Xs were the only when ace ever allowed to leave the fort 's compound, not to name the island, a quantity to check that only the most intrust person come into physical contact with the extraneous humans. The secretiveness of the installing was the paramount concern of the fort 's command.

Beth 's excellent genes, coupled with extremely demanding parents, ensured that she was ranked first in every ace form and course during her instruction. No LE could be accepted or tolerated from the fort Commander 's child.

By the end of Beth 's 13th year all of the youngster or `` recruits '' deemed to be unsuited to enter the X program had been transferred to different departments in the installation with the exclusion of one death. The death of a recruit, although rare, was not mourned, but celebrated by the institution as a death of a `` war hero ''. Beth found this custom strange, especially considering that the `` fighter '', a 10 year old Molly Anderson, died as a issue of suicide. It was rumoured that mollie hanged herself because she had lost her knife during outside education.

***

Beth sat with the former 9 X recruit in Commander Moore 's briefing room. Today is to be the day they received their briefing for their X Assessment assigning, or XAA for short ( pronounce 'ZA').

There was a general bombilation of excitement in the room, low murmuration of challenge and bragging. Beth was whispering with the residual of them, the 10 recruits being confining than siblings. They were a unit of measurement.

'' I bet all of you a month 's Georgia home boy rations that I 'll do the best in the XAA '' whispered recruit Mills, puffing up his chest slightly with pride. military recruit Jones, a tall dark skinned girl, snorted mockingly at him, whispering `` You do n't even acknowledge what the XAA is and you 're already surefooted you 'll beat us all '', ending her derision with another boo, and then a mocking grin. Mills smiled back at her with tranquillise self authority.

'' Beth, '' whispered military recruit O'Mally, a handsome dark haired boy conspiringly, `` has n't your father let anything slip about the XAA over dinner or something ? Anything that could assist us set for what lies ahead ? ''.

Beth shook her head slightly and was about to respond when her Father of the Church, abruptly marched into the way. The recruits all immediately snapped to attention, transitioning from standing huddled together whispering to a clean line of soldiers in less than a heartbeat.

commandant Dudley Stuart John Moore slowly paced the assembled enlistee, not looking at anyone directly, more like an episodic glance that felt like he was assessing the very framework of one 's soul. He reached the end of the row of military recruit, about-faced, pacing back and stopping directly in presence of recruit O'Mally.

'' I can promise you, enter, that I have not let anything 'slip''', the live on Logos being said with an almost grinning, before continuing `` I assure you recruit Moore knows as little of the X judgment Assignment as the rest of you, which I trust is absolutely nothing. ``, this time actually smiling, clearly amused by the general scare in O'Mally 's eyes. commanding officer Henry Moore stared at the unfortunate person military recruit a bit longer.

He turned around to fend behind his briefing ambo, a few feet away from the line of recruits. `` At ease recruits. As you all know, you are about to embark on your XAA, upon completion of which you will be formally welcomed into the social rank of the Xs. You may all blame enlistee Mills for the assessment being held so late in the year, seeing as we all had to wait for him to rick 18 before we could stay on ''. enlistee Mills had the decency to flush when everyone looked at him with mock scolding formulation.

'' We call the bunch of you 'recruits'as a corporate full term, but be assured that you have all met the standards set to you by this installation, and some of you have been able to so far exceed our expectations by such a vauntingly extent that the general himself has looked at your file in esteem ''. The Commander was looking down at his watch at this, as if to point that this was a regular occurrent, but Beth allowed herself a bantam grin of self-congratulations. She knew he was referring to her and one other enlistee, who her mother refused to name but a few days prior.

'' Be that as it may, be warned '', his voice suddenly serious, instantly snapping the recruits back to attention, `` the XAA is the most grueling and dangerous naming that you have faced. Many recruits have died in the yesteryear, and more still came back not quite the same. Every single skill will be tested, and we expect every single one of your social unit to complete it. You are by far the building block with the most likely I have had the pleasure to train ''. The recruits all puffed their chests up slightly at the praise.

'' You are all too assemble directly following this briefing in the Frederick North motor yard. You may speak to no one and rent cypher. You are allowed 10 arcminute to go to your personal stern and stow any non-regulation items. When you reach the motor railway yard you will be wearing your received subject tiredness, iron boot and dog tags. The lady friend and our recruit Watt '', raising a curious brow at the long haired boy, `` may take one hair dance band and two credit card bobby pins. Nothing else. ``

He stared at the recruits for an awkward instant, a maudlin shine in his middle before saying `` dismissed '' just forte than a rustle.

Ten minutes later found the recruits in the North Motor Yard, strangely bereft of any fomite. The recruits stood silently, all considering the commanding officer 's strange look, feeling that it may have got underlined just how serious this assignment just may be.

The motor yard was gloomy and stuffy, possessing no windowpane. It did however posse comitatus one of the only 3 release from the Fort. The heavy steel door suddenly started sliding into the story, illuminating the yard with brilliant sunshine and leaving all of the recruits squinting into the unexpected brightness level, trying to see what was going on outside.

A seat distaff vocalization announced over the motor railway yard 's internal PA scheme : `` Each military recruit will be called by name. When your public figure is called, exit the door and enter the rear left doorway of the vehicle waiting away. Do not hesitate, do not search around, do not waste time ''.

The recruits glanced at each early nervously.

'' So we are to be separated ? I thought this would be an assignment to prove as as a unit ? ``, recruit testament whispered with an edge of panic in his voice, no sign of his early enthusiasm evident.

'' It makes sense, '' whispered recruit Hickey, a short, attractive fille back at him, `` Xs operate alone as often as in a unit. The XAA is probably to test our accomplishment in completing a task independently ''.

The PA arrangement crackled for a instant, silencing any further conversation and then announced : `` Recruit Bennett ''. military recruit Bennett swallowed audibly in the secretiveness, glanced at his unit and promptly marched out of the door into the blinding light. The recruits were called alphabetically, one by one, at intervals of about 5 bit, until only Beth, military recruit O'Mally, enlistee testament and recruit Isaac Watts was left.

When recruit O'Mally was called he looked at Beth for a moment with a unknown expression, seeming to be on the verge of saying something before shaking his head just visibly and then departing. Beth frowned slightly at this.

A mo or so, knowing that she was next, Beth started breathing faster, as if having been running. Her epithet was called and she departed from the last two recruit without a countersign. She walked into the sunlight and took one-half a second to have her center adjust to the light. In front end of her stood strange 4 wheel around fomite. It was roughly the same size as the Humvee that normally transported them to the further corners of the fort 's compound. This vehicle however had pitch ignominious tinted Windows and was heavily camouflaged. Clearly a vehicle that had to move around stealthily outside of the compound. The odd rear door stood open and Beth climbed in with a tiny backward glance.

The door closed behind Beth a moment after she got in and she was surprised to see that the front half of the fomite was completely sealed off from her. She also noticed that her Windows were in fact not tinted but were blacked out. She could not see through them at all. The fomite was dark inside, only two small illumination providing illumination from the cap. The vehicle started moving less than 10 seconds after the door being closed.

The whiz felt wrong as Beth could take heed basically nothing and see LE. She noticed a tablet on the derriere next to her and she started reading the pedagogy.

'' Greetings recruit

Welcome to your X Assessment grant. Your orders are simple :

Proceed to the point indicated on your map, which will be made available to you upon reaching your infiltration point, and destroy the target. The meter in which you may complete your assessment is two weeks, starting the consequence the infiltration point is reached.

You will be extracted once your fair game is destroyed.

Inside your cogwheel is an exigency device. Once activated, for whichever reason, you will be extracted. Activating the gimmick automatically ends your assignment, the issue of which is the same as failing to ruin your target in the allotted time.

weakness to finish your objective will ensue in failure of your X judgement Assignment and transfer to a suitable military department. When the allotted time is up your emergency brake beacon fire will be automatically activated and you, or your corpse if found, will be retrieved.

Good chance and Godspeed ''

Beth read the paragraph a second time and swallowed loudly. `` Just what am I about to confront ? '' she asked the vehicle 's interior.

***

'' Not too much yearner '' she whispered to herself in an attempt to soothe her nerves.

She was n't exactly correct in her assessment of the remaining distance. More than an hour of bumpy and atrocious jostling followed before the vehicle suddenly stopped. A small speaker somewhere in the ceiling stated in a clearly recorded spokesperson `` You have reached your infiltration point enlistee. allow for the vehicle and get your gear from the tree trunk. This vehicle will ride out in this fix for respective 60 minutes before leaving. sound luck ''. A moment later the door clicked and opened wide, leaving Beth once again squinting against the bright sun.

Beth got out of the vehicle and started surveying her surroundings. The vehicle had stopped in a depression between a number of hills, each being at to the lowest degree a mile away. She could see nothing but sloping terrain in all management. She sighed and knew she 'd have to count on out where she was when she climbed one of the Alfred Hawthorne. She walked to the back of the vehicle and collected the single pack. She thought about going over her gear first but reconsidered, deciding to do so when she reached the top of the Benny Hill, wasting as piddling prison term as potential. She pulled out the map and saw that her mark, marked with a red circle, was in the eastern part of the island. She knew that the fort was in the western sandwich side of the island, which inevitably meant that she would be traveling East. She glimpsed at the sun, judged that it was still before noonday and started hiking with the sun in her face towards the Eastern pitcher's mound before snapping a nimble salutation to the spiritual world device driver of her fomite.

Beth reached the top of the James Jerome Hill, higher and usurious than she had initially judged, and sat down in the shade of a small tree. She checked her plurality and discovered that her gear consisted of the map, two canteens of piddle, a small ingroup of shack rations, a wide brimmed hat, a knife, a small-scale first off aid kit, a metal pot, a spoon, a flint and what she took to be the emergency device. She knew she would rather die than active the device. She could n't shame her parents by forfeiting. She noted that there were no explosives and therefore she would have to improvise once she found out what her target was.

Beth was grateful for the hat. Her fair cutis was not very fond of the sun, as evidenced as by the sparkle dusting of lentigo on her pry and face. She quickly tied up her hanker, berm blades length red hair into a ponytail and secured it under her hat. She stood up and surveyed her surroundings, quickly learning her full general location and the way of her target. The sun was shining brightly and warmly. She undid the bottom one-half of her fatigue shirt and tied the loose lapels around her waist with a unloosen knot, exposing her categoric breadbasket to the appease pushover. She gently ran her hired hand over her belly, secretly pleased with its physical attractiveness. A lifetime of exercise had left her with an athletic physical structure, savorless stomach and strong peg. She was not very marvellous but was fit and hard.

Beth took off her boots and socks, allowing her feet to cool off from the surprisingly taxing acclivity and also allowing her wind sock to dry out in the sun on a nearby rock 'n' roll. She would not appropriate herself to dry up. She looked at her toes and smiled to herself. Painting her toenails bright pink was the only overly womanly pleasure she allowed herself.

She stuck her legs straight out in front of her and surveyed her map again. She was not surely exactly where she was but she was sure enough of the worldwide instruction of her target. She knew that the XAA would n't be a backwash against time and therefore she was assured that she would not have to walk as fast as possible. She allowed herself five more than minutes of rest before setting off again.

***

Dusk found Beth a few Swedish mile east of her infiltration point in a lightly wooded region. She had been searching for a water informant since setting off, knowing that urine would always be the most important fear. Her first canteen was half evacuate already. She was also looking for a shelter spot to pee-pee camp for the Night. She walked a few instant longer when she started hearing what sounded like flowing pee. She turned in the focus and found the flow. It was not wide or deep but the pee was clear. The water was also flowing eastern United States. She knew that it would not be irradiated as the radiation spill was on the eastern bound of the island.

She glanced at the sky and knew that she had only a few minute of arc of sunlight left. She quickly found a sheltered dapple, a large jutting rock music next to a thick stand of tree diagram. `` This should shelter me from the wind '' she thought to herself. She took off her face pack and immediately started gathering wood for a fire. It was n't insensate enough to need the heat but the sparkle would be a puff, especially to someone who had never been alone outside for to a greater extent than a few hours.

With the small fire burning merrily she walked to the watercourse to refill her canteen and pot. She knelt next to the stream, the canteen in one bridge player, resting her early hired man on what she took to be a rock right adjacent to the pee for support. The present moment she touched the object she knew that the failing light had deceived her middle, but it was too late, her momentum carrying her hired hand downward and crushing the massive mushroom-shaped cloud. The mushroom was hollow except for its dust-like spores, which exploded all around her, going into her rima oris and eyes. At least she was immediate enough to exhale immediately and did not breath any of it in.

She immediately threw herself into the flow, washing her eye and mouth. The water was freezing but she did not care. The spores could kill her for all she knew. She emerged from the water system various mo later, fairly certain that she was rubber. She quickly refilled her canteen and the pot a few yards upstream from the oblique mushroom and headed back to camp. She briskly climbed the curt incline to her refugee camp and put down her the pot and canteen.

She stood back up and suddenly felt the earth spin. She stood still for a moment, wondering if she had breathed in any of the spores after all. Another moving ridge of lightheadedness hit her suddenly and she lurched awkwardly and tried to grab onto a nearby offshoot. She felt a blinding sting in her right hand and belatedly realised that the outgrowth was covered in belittled sharp thorns. She let go of the offset instinctively and the utmost thing she saw was the land rushing up at her at an alarming rate.

Beth awoke several hr later, her head feeling numb and empty, her script feeling like it was on fervour, pulsing strongly with every pulse. She glanced at the sky and saw that the sun had long since set and the sky was overcast. She was about to lift when she heard a furtive shuffling sound a few feet behind her. She held her intimation, not knowing whether any life-threatening beast were left In this face of the island. She slowly rolled onto her binding to see what she was hearing. Her flack had burned very low and she could just make out a humanoid shape looking through her pack.

She was about to protest, thinking that another recruit or individual from the garrison was pilfering her supply when the swarm suddenly parted, allowing some moonlight into her small-scale glade. The shape looking through her pack looked homo at first glance. Seemingly shirtless, long brown whisker and branch. When she looked closer, where it 's torso should have ended and it 's butt and legs should have started, seemed to be a colossus swelling falling all the way to the reason. She looked closer and realised that the `` protrusion '' was in fact a jumbo curl tail upon which the affair was `` resting ''.

Beth gasped and, far quicker than what she would consume possible, the thing spun around to regard her. The thing carefully started approaching Beth, its branch held out in front of him, palms upturned. Beth knew that she had to be hallucinating and lost consciousness again.

She opened her eyes and saw the ground a few feet below her moving as if she was looking down at the footing from the interior of a car. She closed her eyes again, not comprehending what was happening and being certainly that she would awake safe in her bed.

She awoke again, this time lying on something soft. She smiled to herself, believing that she was right about dreaming the whole thing. She lazily opened her eye and saw a bright fire a few feet from her. She relaxed a bit and closed her eyes again. `` Wait ! '' her thinker screamed at her suddenly, `` Why is there a blast in my sleeping accommodation ? Or why do I have a bed in my clique ? ''.

She opened her eyes fully and sat vertical. She was not outdoors and neither was she in her bedroom. She was clearly inside some sort of social organisation on top of a very old mattress and she got up onto shaky legs. The fire was in what looked like an oil drum, sawn in half down the length and allowed to lay in its side.

She looked down at her mitt and saw that it was bandaged with what looked to be a comic strip of the cloth of her fatigues. She did not remember coming here or bandaging herself. `` How practically of those spores did I breath in ? '' she asked aloud to no one.

She heard a phone and suddenly the room access in the far rampart opened. She saw it again, this time in far more light. She backed away, pressing her book binding against the wall, terrified.

It approached her slowly and near silently. The fire illuminated it far better than before. She saw the typeface of a man, his cutis tone reminding her of recruit Mill who had Latin American origins. The typeface was not unattractive. It had the upper dead body of a man, shirtless and brown from the sun. Well muscled and defined. She could clearly see that it 's hindquarters half was that of what looked to be a monolithic Snake River. He was using his elephantine snake like eubstance to go towards her slowly. She immediately thought of the fabulous medusa, a gorgon from the myths. She did not know how it had found her again or what he was going to do to her.

She pressed her back against the wall even more, feeling a screaming building in her throat. He seemed to have noticed this and held up his mitt in an unthreatening gesture. He came forward still. She glanced around erratically but could find oneself her knife nowhere. She had instantly forgotten all of her grooming and wanted nothing early than to flee. He was right between her and the room access and the Windows were securely barricaded with wooden board.

'' Stay away ! Do n't do any closer ! I 'm more dangerous than I look ! '' she shouted hysterically. He ceased his approach, a face of arrant confusion and concentration on his feature article. His mouth moved slightly, mouthing unspoken words.

'' Po ... Por.. Por party favour ... Por favor calmate '' he finally uttered, a questioning expression on his expression. Beth realised that he was speaking Spanish, having been educated in the bedrock of the most widely used languages.

'' I said stay back. Do n't come any finisher '' she said loudly in Spanish, her vox not being nearly as firm as she wanted it to be. She was breathing ruggedly, her stage were numb and her brain could not apprehend anything she saw. She felt like crying for her father."Please. ”, she pleaded to the beast in a voice easily to be mistakenly identified as originating from a 5 year old,"Please don't hurt me ”.

'' Please, be calm air '' he repeated and after a few moments `` I wo n't harm you ''. His voice was timid and unsteady, as if he had forgotten how to speak. He held up his paw again in a mansion of peace and proceeded to approach her again. Beth had calmed down slightly but was still pressed up against the rampart. He stopped about two feet away from her, not looking threatening at all. He held out his one mitt, palm upwards, as if asking for something and with his early hired man pointed to Beth 's injured bridge player.

Beth looked back at the fauna and only then realised how tall he stood, or sat, or whatever he was doing on his coiled serpent body. He stood more than 7 fundament gamey, his head just barely clearing the cap. He had all-embracing berm and well muscled arms. Beth could smell out the potency of great strength in his body and decided against initiating any vehemence. She was not indisputable she could win anyway. She hesitantly raised her hand from her position and lightly put it into his upturned palm. She was terrified and peculiarly intrigued at the Saame time. She decided that complying would be safer, as she might inadvertently set the fauna off by refusing. His paw was vast and far warmer than she had expected. He gently removed the wrapping and she noticed strange leaves underneath. He gently took off the large parting and wiped away the sap, inspecting her palm.

'' Poison thorns '' he explained simply, pointing at the tiny wounds. `` mushroom cloud just makes you rest, thorns kill '' he explained with a corking amount of stuttering. `` Thank you '' was all that Beth could get by. He reached for a bowlful on a nearby tabular array and scooped some fresh leaves onto her palm before wrapping her bridge player in the fabric again. She was amazed at the gradualness of his massive deal. He looked up at her with a half grin on his case. She looked up into his font and saw the kindness in his eyes as he smiled. For a mo she forgot that this was not a man she was looking at and she felt her fount turning red with embarrassment.

His facial features were that of a European ; round, beautifully dingy centre and full rim. He had a strong jaw and perfectly flat tooth. She felt a strange round in her belly. His top one-half was decidedly human, and quite attractively so, but she was immediately reminded of his bottom half the moment she looked down in embarrassment. She instinctively tried to stake away from the creature ; unsuccessfully. She was already backed up against a rampart, literally, and she had nowhere to move without making any major movements.

Her being unarmed, alone and without even an glimmering of what type of creature she was facing, every instinct, honed after a life of intense education, was screaming to her to run, to scream, to fight back if need be. She could not do any of these things. Her wooden leg would not impress, apart from the involuntary trembling that seemed to throw taken up permanent residence there. She could not nominate a fist, and she was for certain that she would not be able to manage more than a whispering should she undertake to call for help, much assistance that would ingest been even if she could deal it. She looked back up at the brute's face, attempting a calmness smile, failing miserably, and tried to gently withdraw her hand from the creature's palm.

He closed his hand around hers seemingly at the same moment as she started to prompt hers. Her arm twitched in warning device, but her deal did not strike as much as a hair's breadth. His traction was business firm ; strong. Incredibly strong. The fact that he was so strong without any visible try only increased Beth's impending emotional irruption. She decided to attempt a change tact.

Taking a few deep breath to calm herself, she softly said"Thank you sir. I owe you my life history, if what you said about those irritant is true. ”. She attempted a grateful smile at the animate being before continuing"I feel a lot better now, so if you would let me get passed you I won't bother you anymore. ”. She considered for a here and now before hastily adding"I promise I won't tell anyone about you ”.

He smiled down at her, his inscrutable blueing eyes penetrating hers for various present moment. Beth kept his eye contact, intent on not glancing away and possibly admitting failing. The thirster she stared into his eyes, the more calm she felt. The vibration in her legs began to lessen the longer she stared. She no longer felt the persistent sunburn of her deal. Her thoughts were starting to blur, her heading feeling ignitor. The way someone would sense after laughing with pure joy after several seconds. The creature's smiling deepened.

"Wha- what are you doing ?"Beth stammered in a half conscious voice."What are you doing to me ? ”.

"I am calming you"he said, his words coming through clearer than before. He smiled again, and there was not a trace of spitefulness in his gaze.

Beth considered his answer for a bit and realised that she no longer felt afraid. When she really thought about it, she COULD still mean, clearly, but the calm that had descended on her made it find unnecessary to think. The creature slowly lifted his hand release helping hand towards Beth's face. Beth calmly considered attempting to back away again, but decided against it. ‘ What would be the item ?'she asked herself. ‘ He is far firm than I am, and if he wanted to pain me, he could consume done so ages ago ’. His deal reached her face and he surprised her by gently brushing a few chain of red hair away from her eye and putting it behind her rectify ear.

The unexpected warmth of his hand against her ear and cheek, coupled with his strange, yet comforting scent, decidedly earthy, sent a hard shiver down Beth's back and throughout her full body. There was something ... something IN that odour that brought a feeling of comfortableness over Beth that she had never felt before. She idly considered it for a moment and decided that it must be the fresh, grassy, decidedly `` naturish '' smell of him, a smell she only experienced on rare occasions, that had the effect on her.

Evidently satisfied with the total that Beth had calmed down, the creature released his firm handle on Beth 's bridge player. He gently brushed his deal against the tail of Beth 's hand, making its way ever so slowly against the give away skin of her modest arm. He closed his eyes and Beth noticed an expression of unhappiness and botheration in his face. A moment later, and it was gone.

The animal returned his gaze to Beth 's human face, his other hand tracing a gentle course around Beth 's ear, and down the side of his neck. It was Beth 's bout to close down her optic, her entire soundbox shuddering again under his touch. She could feel her torso reacting to the creature 's succor : her unanimous body was covered with goose flesh, her nipples sway hard against the cloth of her clothing, and she felt a decidedly clear prickling in her crotch.

She scolded herself, reeling from the thought of being aroused by her current situation. 'He 's not even completely human ! Get a grip on yourself ! '' she thought to herself, before opening her optic. She had n't meant to, but her gaze fell directly back into the optic of the creature. Her condemnation to `` snap out of this madness '' lasted all of a few heartbeats before the creature 's influence took over again.

'' What 's the harm in it ? '' a languorous voice sounded in her head. `` He 's not going to offend you ! Besides, look at him ! '' she thought to herself. The animal 's hand passed over a sore spot on the cover of Beth 's neck, and her optic closed again. Her legs trembled again, this time in a new way. Her breathing hastened and she had a very strong suspicioun that her crotch had gotten damp.

She was not fresh to the superstar of stimulation. She usually felt this way when she was watching recruit O'Mally exercising without a shirt. She had no doubt that this was arousal, but this time there was no inner representative to essay to reason with her. She opened her eyes again, her mouth slightly ajar, cheeks flushed and breathing deeply. She glanced down the creature 's body and saw the muscularity beneath the brown skin. She swallowed loudly and felt her nitty-gritty beating in her ears.

She looked back up the creature and saw the gentless gone from his typeface. His smile remained but his eyes had a cast of thirstiness. He was loudly inhaling through his nose, as if he could sense her arousal. He moved closer to her with slow decision in his eyes. `` I will not harm you '' he almost whispered with the Lapp hungry looking in his centre. Beth was afraid and excited at the same sentence. She breathed in and smelt his body. It smelt of fresh grass, the musty feeling of leaves and ... Something else. She had never felt so awaken in her life, her cheeks fully flushed and her work force were trembling, her injured but healed hand now resting on the creature 's upper arm.

He stopped, his torso about an inch from hers. She was looking up at his face and could clearly palpate the heat emanating from his naked skin. He pulled her gently away from the wall and she followed, entranced. He moved with her, his trunk not touching hers but not moving further away either. She saw his face and trunk being lowered to about her eye spirit level and realised that he had uncoiled his tail and was slowly wrapping it around her calves and thighs. She panicked for a moment, and then it was gone.

His bum was lepidote and cool, but was not restricting her in a threatening manner. She moved closer to him, against her considerably perspicacity, her whole body aflame with internal hotness. Her torso was pressed up against his and the heat from his skin almost burned her through her shirt. He softly touched his brim to hers. She breathed in his breath and found the aroma intoxicating. A small sigh escaped her backtalk, and she put her bridge player on his shoulder as she melded her back talk with his.

She had no mind what she was doing, or why. She was terrified and empty-headed and lightheaded with arousal. Her mind screamed at her that she was in risk and that she should fly. Her body overruled her mind and all rational thoughts disappeared when she put her injured hand on his pectoral muscle. She could feel the unbendable brawniness under his tegument, quivering slightly.

The hand in her neck disappeared, and was replaced on her hip. He gently stroked her skin, moving to her back. He pulled her further into his embrace and she also felt his rear end pulling her finisher to his trunk. They shared the kis for respective present moment and Beth instinctively parted her rim and slipped her tongue into his backtalk. She felt his tongue gently against hers and discovered that it was split down the heart. Not a true fork-like lingua but it was not the shape of a human 's. Her nous screamed that it was all ill-timed but her torso did not listen.

He moved his hand to her belly and felt the warmness where her exposed skin met his hired hand. A deep shudder ran through her soundbox at the soupcon and she moaned softly. He moved his handwriting further up and under her shirt. She felt his hand confrontation her US Army subject bra, an ugly slice of brown material, not unlike a play bra, which basically crushed her breasts to her rib John Milton Cage Jr.. His hand hesitated as if unsure what to do. She wanted nix other than being rid of it immediately. She broke off the candy kiss abruptly and raised her shirt up over her caput and onto the flooring. The creature took her meaning and lifted her bra over her nous without any ceremony.

She suddenly felt very vulnerable, even more so than when she thought it was about to kill her, standing bare chested in front of the wight. She glanced down at her chest, hoping that they looked attractive, and nearly burst out in laugh at the ridiculousness of the sudden sentiment. She would have laughed if she did n't really want him to approve. She had firm, B cup breasts with small lightly coloured teat. Her nipple were as voiceless as she had ever seen them, and she had once spent an entire day in a freezing room to simulate Arctic conditions.

The creature let out a sound between a growl and a moan and gently cupped her bosom. Her tit felt tiny in his large warm helping hand. He gently rolled her rock-and-roll hard pap between his pollex and index, the sensation making her moan unabashedly out loud. Her leg began to quiver and she could feel that her crotch had basically soaked her panty and her fatigues.

The wetter she felt herself get, the deeper and faster the fauna seemed to breath through his nozzle. She was certain by now that he could reek her rousing, the same way that most beast could smell each former in heat.

She felt the cool tip of his shadow on the skin on her miserable binding, the sensation of the temperature and the saltiness of the musical scale causing her entire body to tingle up in goose skin. She felt him slowly moving the coil of his hindquarters up her legs, no longer being wrapped around her calves. She felt his rear wrapping around her hips, the tip stopping against her au naturel hide where her stomach started and her trousers ended. She felt the tip turning downwards slowly entering and moving down her trousers, stopping again right at the border of the striation of her pantie. She spread her legs slightly, unconsciously, which he took as an invitation and slipped it down into her pantie. The assuredness, slightly rough texture suddenly rubbing against her hugely tender button and her outer sassing nearly sent her over the edge. She moaned out tacky and wrapped her implements of war around the puppet 's cervix in an effort to continue erect.

The wight seemed to sense her difficulty and he guided her down onto the bed. She lay down on her back and he lay next to her, their faces story with each other. They resumed their kissing, his tongue gently playing with hers inside her mouth. His one hand was supportive beneath her neck as there was no pillow, his early hand gently cupped and caressed her breasts. He his manus down her stomach, sending a new wave of gooseflesh through her dead body. It reached her pant and he swiftly undid the bottun. His hand returned to her small knocker, gently cupping and tweaking her nipples. A moan escaped her mouth.

His tail again started wrapping around her calfskin. It tightened slightly and he pulled down her trousers with one swift movement. He swiftly moved his tail around her hips again, and wrapped himself snugly against her. The tip of his tail swiftly found its way back into her panties.

Beth started breathing heavier again as soon as he resumed gently rubbing against her clit. She could feel it slowly gliding downwards, the tip curling itself and gently parting her lips before moving back in the opposite steering. Beth unconsciously started moving her pelvic arch up and down in symphonic music with his tail, moaning almost without end into his back talk, his warmly hired man still caressing her chest and nipples gently ...

She firmly planted her feet on the bed, lifting her hips in counter synchronisation with his movements. Each time his tail moved down against her clit, her articulatio coxae were moving up, and turnaround. Her entire body felt tingly, her breathing coming ruggedly. Her moan escaped her sass without any stopping them. Her physical structure had taken over, and human being replete new exactly what to do. She could clearly feel an orgasm coming, having given herself several in the past. This, however, was no rushed rubbing of her clit before luminance out.

The fauna had broken off their kiss, seeing as Beth was unable to work her oral fissure and tongue at the time. He moved his head downward, until taking Beth 's nipple into his mouth, his early mitt still cupping and fondling the former.

Beth could feel her crotch building up, her tum muscles contracting every few consequence, her legs vibration, her hip rocking and gyrating against his apparent movement against her swell clit. She took one death intimation before all reason and persuasion ceased ; he increased his touch both in speed and intensiveness against her clitoris, his tongue sucking her nipple into his mouth.

Beth unleashed a loud, mellow pitched moan, and her mole exploded. Her hip rocked in an unstoppable tremble, her back arching and her toes curling over inside her boots. Her legs slammed shut around the creature 's nates. The tip was not to be stopped however, and continued running up and down her clit. Beth moaned loudly, and managed to take a tumid gulpe of breath. Her dead body started to loose, still trembling though. She realised that she had her nails dug into the fauna 's rear, and relaxed her hand.

Her physical structure started to relax, and the wight withdrew his shadow from between her legs. He lowered her header to the bed, where she pay trousering, he whole body pounding, her heart still beating in her ears. The brute 's case came back up to her boldness, and he smiled his deep, blue piercing smile at her again.

END OF persona ONE

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