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| Tweet Topic Started: May 5 2015, 05:36 AM (794 Views) | |
| Gatz | May 5 2015, 05:36 AM Post #1 |
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Sitting in his office at Final Heaven, the android terror looked at the documents that were handed to him by Chi-chi. His glare darkened with hatred at the shit he was reading. There were a bunch of dead bodies gone missing at the diablo desert. These bodies having to be the cadets he sent to go testing out there. His girl was bringing it up because none of the cadets were able to survive the harsh elements in the desert meaning that 100 percent of the green wusses he sent out there for the field test were not coming back. He didn't give a fuck about their lives, but knowing how his girl was, he was going to have to check it out. There was something or someone out in the desert making the terror lose investments. The terror didn't like losing money. He looked the papers over with a scowl on his face realizing that he would have to take care of business in an isolated area. Glancing at his wife and knowing he couldn't leave her alone, he was taking her with to keep her close to him. He wasn't letting her out of his sights. The recent events proving as to why he couldn't. The body guards he hired weren't trustworthy enough to handle his prized possession.![]() Bora was gone and the dumb fuck was not the most reliable body guard. The freak was tough, but there was nobody better at protecting his girl than the ultimate beast. His glare settled on his girl who was waiting on his answer. She didn't know that he already made his mind the instant she walked through the door with those innocent, pleading eyes of hers. He had other reasons for taking her and one he wasn't going to say out loud. He like spending time with her without the wusses or freaks to bother them. Her having and taking care of his offspring was tiresome because taking care of two beasts was a hell of a task. She did it like a pro and when thinking of how she took care of him, he licked his lips devilishly having pictured her body bent over his desk in a submission position. His mind imagining how he'd forcefully lift her skit up and remind her who was boss. Her innocent eyes kept looking at him for an answer and he was feeling power from it. He could take her whenever he wanted, and she couldn't say no because she had no fucking choice in the matter. She was his. He kept thinking about doing it to her right there and then with his testosterone pumping into his balls. He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt when his eyes scanned down to her legs. She was teasing him, but she'd get what was coming to her soon enough. He smirked at her with cruel intentions in mind. Going on a adventure mission with her, would be the quality time he was looking forward to. He'd get to show off and make her ass happy at the same time by checking out the problem himself. There was another reason he was heading out west. Cracking his hand knuckles, the terror thought of all the mother fuckers that were testing the waters of the android terror. They were stupid. There were tons of freaks he could snap necks of. Feeling the need to get going, he glanced at his wife with a sneered expression. "Get dressed. We're heading West." Giving an order, he was ready to get going with her. He didn't go into specifics and expected her to listen or else he'd make her ass listen. WC: 650 Edited by Gatz, May 5 2015, 05:38 AM.
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| Bel Zephyra | May 5 2015, 06:01 AM Post #2 |
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The title that was given to her was the Secretary of War. The Secretary of War entered into the General's office and plopped the reports she was given by their technology expert Emmie who had tagged all the cadets that entered into Final Heaven. The pink haired teen was responsible for reporting the cadets that were either missing, kidnapped, or killed. Chi-chi, who felt it necessary to keep track of the cadets who came and went, searched through the files that morning. She found a startling discover. In recent months, the cadets, who were sent on field tests to the Diablo Desert, vanished without a trace. There were cadets who had gone to other locations and were also missing in action. However, the main difference was that there were success rates in all the field tests except for the diablo desert. This meant whatever student was sent to the horrible desert were sent to fail their field test one hundred percent of the time. There was an issue with the success rate at the Diablo Desert being zero percent. Typically, the success rates at other locations were higher.![]() "Emmie showed me reports this morning. I looked at them, and I was unhappy with the results. There are too many of our young cadets missing when they go to the Diablo Desert. Gatz there needs to be something done about this. We send our cadets to this horrible place, and they do not return. There is a problem with that when most of those young boys go missing and do not have a chance to succeed. You promised me that all these cadets would be given a chance." Innocently, her onyx eyes rest on her husband to await his reaction and answer. Her hands rested against her waist after she tossed the files onto her husband's desk. He appeared to be in a bad mood by the news she gave him and whether he cared or not did not matter. They needed to go investigate the cause of their youthful cadets' disappearances. If it were her children, she would want the same. In a way, the cadets were like children to her. She wanted them to be safe and provide them a better life. They were not guaranteed success at Final Heaven because of the dangers that they faced, but the opportunity was there. She guided them when she could. For this reason, she wanted them to have a fair chance, and why she pleaded with her husband to give them the best chance to succeed in their trials. ![]() "I know you might not care about them Gatz, but I do. I see them everyday. If it was our daughter, I would want the same. We owe it to those boys. My gut tells me they are in need of help. There must be some despicable monster or a troublemaker who knows where the cadets are from and purposely attacks them. What if it is those Black Bow Delinquents? This has to be it. Please, I beg of you." Her voice softened to reveal the sincerity behind her words. Their eyes met. His intense glare rest on her beseeching one. Upon their eyes locking, he gave her a demand she could do without hesitation. "Get dressed. We're heading West." "Yes, sir! " She saluted him with a playfulness. ![]() Then, being excited about the trip and the fact that he wanted to check on the cadets regardless if it was only for her, she ran around the desk. (How she bumps into Gatz and then kisses his cheek) ![]() She hugged his shoulders and squeezed with affection. In delight, she kissed his cheek. "Thank you! You're the best. I will get packed at once. I must make sure to pack everything. It might be a long trip if there are delinquents everywhere." Her excitement died down when she remembered what the adventure would be about. The cadets could be in danger, hurt, or worse dead. She nodded in seriousness when she recalled what it was they were to do because the trip would not be a vacation. It would be a business trip and perhaps a rescue mission too. ![]() WC: 744 Edited by Bel Zephyra, May 6 2015, 11:19 AM.
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| Gatz | May 6 2015, 08:38 AM Post #3 |
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His girl started smiling when she heard the order about them heading west to check on military business. Watching her bounce around, the android terror was looking on with a menacing glare. It was hard being rough when she did silly shit like that. She saluted him with a smile on her face and that shit wasn't allowed. She wasn't allowed to be fucking happy while saluting him. Seeing her laugh and do other chick stuff, he was having a hard time being serious about what he was saying when she was acting like a kid. It didn't bother him none because there was a reason she was smiling. He was the one who got her smiling because he agreed to going on West to check on the cadets he didn't give two fucks about. ![]() "The hell? Who said you could smile while saluting. Stop..that." Seeing her run over, she threw his arms around his neck and kissed his cheek causing his glare to darken and his expression to look like he was mad, but he wasn't. He was liking every second of it. Taking in her scent, he kept his arms on the desk allowing her to praise him and stroke his ego. ![]() Damn right he was the fucking best. He wasn't complaining that she was showering him with kisses or giving him the attention that he only wanted from her. He was the android terror and admitting he liked mushy shit wasn't going to happen. He smirked arrogantly feeling a surge of power going through his veins because she was in need of her big beast. This was the shit he talked about when it came to his girl. She could get him doing anything with just one look from those pure eyes of submission of hers. Seeing how sexy she was and sniffing her in heat, he was in the mood to get a quick one one before heading out. She was the only being on the fucking planet who could get him almost blushing while at the same time making him feel like he could rule the whole Universe. He was in control of everything including her. Him in charge and in control was how it should be. Unable to resist his girl in anything, he grabbed her waist and placed her on his lap before she could think she was getting away from him. There was no fucking away. This was her doing getting him turned on. His thick arms wrapping around her tightly so she couldn't get away from him. She was the one hugging onto him and provoking him before. Her walking around not doing anything was enough to get him provoked so again being her damn fault. It was her sexy innocence that always had him thinking of claiming her to remind her who she belonged too. It was a constant job that he was willing to do and the only one capable of. Keeping a girl like her sticking around, required constant reminding who possessed her especially with the fucks who were always trying to challenge and take her from him. He was too powerful to be beat. Her divine status was begging for a beast like him to keep her protected from the mother fuckers who shouldn't even be breathing the same air as her. He took care of it. She didn't want anybody touching her except for him. There was no one else who fucking could. He was the only one allowed too and if anybody else tried....oh they suffered cruelly and died. Tracing his finger along her cheek, he was taking every inch of his prized possession. He pushed her long hair to the side revealing the red, territorial hickie he gave to her on the first night he dominated her. Giving it a small peck, he growled against it possessively. "Gotcha now. You ain't going anywhere unless I say." Saying it in a demanding tone, his hands rest along her waist and he forcefully slid her soft ass onto his groin. He was hungry for her. "Mine.." He kissed her neck while his hands slid down her slender waist and then along her widening hips that were grabbed by him. He kept on going knowing that he could. She had no idea why he bought her the skirt and that was just where his fingers were headed. Grasping the skirt he bought for her for these specific purposes of marking his territory, he pulled it up just above her thigh. His chest rumbled with a primal snarl when he saw the bareness of her female thighs that were asking to be touched. Grabbing her thighs and squeezing once, he then went to devouring. His fingers grasped her chin. He turned her face so that she was forced to be half turned on his lap. His eyes burned with lust when he saw her pleading eyes that were trying to resist, but couldn't because she wanted it too. Turning her face, he took her lips without asking because he didn't need to ask. She was his. Kissing her aggressively and his nostrils sucking in her scent like a crazed psychopath, his hand gripped her slender arm to keep her from moving. His scent was on her making the territorial beast growl again with sanctification. Sliding his hand up her arm, he then grasped the side of her face to force his tongue into her sweet, pure mouth. He kept his eyes opened while kissing her because watching her close her eyes during it was a thrilling and empowering experience. He smirked seeing her close her eyes while she whimpered into his mouth knowing that he was the only who could get her feeling this good. His tongue savored the taste of his girl's tongue and lips for a couple seconds before pulling back to give her a breather and before dominating her fully in the office. He was the King, the General, the Ultimate Beast, the Lord of the fucking Universe with her sitting on his lap. Smirking devilishly, he was ready to have his way with her. Her being on his lap just proved how powerful he was. He was daring one mother fucker to try to take her from his lap so that he could turn the world into a graveyard to remind the trash on the planet who the terror was and nobody fucked with what was his. WC: 1,140 TWC: 1,789 Edited by Gatz, May 6 2015, 11:21 AM.
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| Bel Zephyra | May 6 2015, 09:41 PM Post #4 |
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"The hell? Who said you could smile while saluting. Stop..that." She giggled at Gatz's rough and tough attitude when she saluted him. "I do not need permission to smile now too do I General? It is not like I follow orders anyway." It was a taunt to get him riled up like he often did to her. At the same time, she was thankful for his kindness and his willingness to accept her proposal to find out what happened to those poor cadets. She was happy with him and with her happiness came playfulness. The warmth in her heart, and the butterflies in her stomach erupted into a child-like amusement with her husband's rugged exterior. "Why so serious?" She kissed her husband's cheek a second time. He wrapped his arms around her waist and grasped her before she could toy with him any further. She was placed onto his lap forcefully. The raven haired beauty tried to get up, but she was not as eager or determined to do so. He was able to keep her steady on his lap. Despite how inappropriate the interaction was within the office of Final Heaven and the fact that he told her that she could not go anywhere, they were alone together. Secretly, there was no where else she wanted to be. She was too excited to be mad at him. Her slight annoyance and narrowed eyed expression changed when he said "mine." The thickness of his arms made her feel safe and warm. "Gatz!" Her voice squealed at how he gripped her hips and slid her curved frame upward until she was seated directly onto his lap. She gasped when his big hands ran up her body. Her hands rested on his forearms first, but then let them fall to his legs. His broad chest along her back and the sensation of his powerful legs beneath her body caused her cheeks to redden with shyness. He kissed her neck when he pushed her long, luscious locks to the side. The moment between the two became more passionate. Instinctively, she tilted her head to the side because her heart raced for his affection. While he caressed her sides and then grasped her thighs, her hand rest on his forearms. She closed her eyes the moment his hand touched her skirt. He pulled her skirt up to her upper thigh. In bliss and timid anticipation, she arched her back while she was seated on his lap. His chest vibrated and with it a husky growl sounded from his voice. He turned her until she was seated halfway on his lap. When she saw his face, his large hand gripped her slender arm. Her free hand slid to his chest. In his lap and in his grip, her shallow breathing became pants of desire. "Gatz..." She whispered his name needly. Her trembling fingers unbuttoned his white shirt and as she did this, her innocent eyes gazed at him. She was only able to unbutton his shirt halfway when his extreme glare set on her. Their eyes locked and when this happened, she lost herself in his passion for her. He burned for submission and she ached for his dominance. He was the only man she allowed this behavior from because she was his. While she never said it out loud, the fact that he was able to touch her was the proof he needed that she was his and his alone. She did not permit anyone else to touch her in such an intrusive manner, and if they tried, she was well capable of reminding them why she was the Ox Princess. Gatz was a beast within the palm of her hand, yet she was clueless to what power she had over him. She did notice how he tended to listen to her ideals and treat her as his equal. Her mother's necklace the raven haired beauty wore around her neck was a demonstration of how far her husband would go in order to make her smile. The hunger in his dark pupils were an indication that she pushed him too far and that to him she was irresistible. His strength and drive were like no other. He was overprotective and possessive. Despite these qualities that were seen as negative by most, he was there for her even in her darkest hours. He never asked anything in return except for her loyalty and herself in entirety. His obsession to keep her pure nature safe and her need to keep him on the right path is what made them destined for one another. What they had together was impossible to stop once it started. Roughly, he kissed her lips, and her eyes closed from the surge of euphoria that he evoked within her. She whimpered his name into his mouth when her lips were taken. His kisses, though possessive and rough, were essential to their balance. Her soft lips allowed his to take control. As his took the lead, hers followed which caused their session of kisses to be in unison. Every time they kissed it was as if she were being kissed for the first time. It was a magical feeling that coarse through her. She heard how his breathing intensified from their kisses. Her long locks of black hair rubbed along his arms and his cheek while her hand rubbed his bare, solid chest. The more she rubbed his chest the more he growled and the more primal he became. His tongue pushed into her mouth after her hands rest on his abdomen. The feeling of belonging and safety brought the Ox Princess to her Final Heaven. The kiss came to an end when he pulled away. Her eyes remained closed even seconds later after it stopped. The europium was hard to contain. Slowly, her benevolent, large onyx eyes opened. Her hands, which were rested on her husband's solid abdomen outside his shirt, slid up to his bare chest once again. His ruffled shirt was no longer tucked and halfway undone. Breathlessly, she whispered while her pure gaze rest on him. ![]() "Wow...w-what came over you Gatz?" She asked naively as if she did not know. In the heat of the moment, she let herself be vulnerable to unintentionally provoke Gatz's overprotective nature. Her hand continued to rest on his chest while her delicate, glimmering stare met with his more combative one. He was invading and attentive with her. She let her heart guide her words and momentarily tossed her pride aside. His ego liked to be stroked and all it required was her to admit that she needed him. Cutely, she talked to him and like he did often to her, she poked at him to get him to overreact. "I feel like nothing can hurt me when I am with you. Do you think whatever is out there hurting the cadets will come after me too? I am not worried. I know with you there I will be safe." Her genuine eyes looked down at her hands which rest along his rock hard chest. ![]() WC: 1,259 TWC: 2,003 Edited by Bel Zephyra, May 6 2015, 10:04 PM.
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| Gatz | May 7 2015, 08:18 AM Post #5 |
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Shifting her body and forcing her face forward so that her legs were spread apart while sitting on his lap, he heard her breathless wow causing him to smirk like a champion. Her tiny hands touching his pecks like a shy school girl was getting him worked up. The way she was whimpering for his touch before stayed fresh in his memory. He unbuckled his belt to loosen the pressure that built up. He was making her feel good like the fucking beast he was and when she was feeling good, the Universe was his playground. She started questioning the wild west and while doing it stroking his ego. Damn right he was the only man beastly enough to keep her safe. Tugging her closer until their chests were touching, his mouth gaped open so that his hot breath hit her face. She was making him go psychotic with her begging eyes and how she was clinging onto him for protection. Doing her a favor, he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt so she had his ripped body to touch if she was feeling scared. The thrilling part was watching her touch him with a sexy shyness. His sneering glare studied what she was doing. He was thinking she wanted him flexing his authority so all the things that went bump in the night didn't get to her. He was too powerful to let that happen. She'd be able to feel the power pumping through his veins and while she was feeling around, she mentioned something about getting attacked. His primal instincts and manhood turned demented with raged at her words.![]() "I'll fucking break them." Snarling with a murderous wrath, he used his arm to trash everything off the desk to show how enraged he was at picturing some bitch daring enough to touch her He didn't know she was poking him on purpose and didn't give a fuck either. Messing with what was his, was a guaranteed death. ![]() His grip tightened on her hip keeping her still on his lap. She wasn't going anywhere. He grasped the back of her head and consumed her lips hungrily before grunting. His grunting made his words and actions more barbaric. It was time. Standing up with her on his lap, he slid her silhouette figure slowly down his overpowering body until she was forced to look up at him. He took a step forward to her until her back was pressing against the edge of the table. Pushing her up against the table, he was ready to ravage her. He caressed her cheek and kissing her one last time while reminding her what the law was. ![]() His savage glare methodically took in her divine beauty. Tilting his head dementedly whole strumming his finger down to her chest, he talked with no emotional remorse for what he'd for for her. " Nobody touches what's mine." He growled lowly causing his chest to vibrate against her hands. She got a glimpse of how fucked up and dark he was without her keeping him in check. His extreme, erratic behavior and his manic glare came out of hiding when it came to her. Going on need and instincts, he turned her body around, bent her over the desk, lifted her skirt, unbuttoned his pants letting them slide down to his ankles, clasped her ass cheeks in each hand, and drilled her into submission. The sound of bestial roars of territorial victory and the innocent whimpering of devoting pleasure echoed in unison throughout the corridors of the Final Heaven headquarters. The scene went black. WC: 639 TWC: 2,428 Edited by Gatz, May 7 2015, 08:31 AM.
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| Bel Zephyra | May 7 2015, 08:30 PM Post #6 |
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The early morning came and went. The Final Heaven headquarters was closed and vacant due to a direct order that the General issued. It was for the better. After the two shared an intimate moment, she desired the privacy. The manner in which was taken was barbaric, but instinctive. She was placed in a vulnerable, submissive position. She could not move even if she wanted too. Her stomach lay flat along the table after her husband cleared it. He bended her curved frame for his liking. A tender gasp escaped her lips when he clutched her behind. Her husband's intensity was hard to resist and one she did not deny. In a moments notice, their bodies became as one before she could even begin to complain about the state the office was in. He hungered for her. She ached for him. His devotion to her and her protection was unparalleled. He made her feel like a beautiful, sensuous, divine, wanted, safe, precious, strong, and proud to be herself. These private moments with her one and only were where she allowed herself to set her pride aside. She gave herself to him entirely. Her feelings erupted with ecstasy when he did not hold back his furious passion for her. His faithfulness and devotion to her penetrated her pure soul. He was her guardian beast. He was her champion, and she was not afraid to let him know it too. ![]() "Oh Gatz!" Her feminine cry was drowned out by her husband's grunts and growls. There was not one complete without the other. He took her from behind, and she did not fight back because a heavenly bliss is what awaited their destined unity. The Ox Princess clenched the edges and closed her eyes tightly while the desk underneath her stomach shook fr from her husband's might. Her long locks of hair shifted to the side of the table when she turned her face so that it was her cheek that rubbed against the smooth, fine oak. Being caught up in the rawness of their heated passion, she forgot where she was. The moment was savage and beautiful at the same time. The whimpering sounds of pleasure and roars of triumph echoed throughout the halls like a well orchestrated symphony that should always continue to play. ![]() She panted heavily after the session of passion she both cherished and endured. Her eyes were closed, thus, she caught no glimpse of what her husband did or didn't do during his moment of victory. With her husband's aggressive nature and how obsessed he was with marking her as his, she was well aware that the furniture in the room was not safe if they got in his way to her. There was a mess of books, papers, and trinkets on the floor. She lay flat on the desk with her legs crossed from a warmth that lingered within and throughout her body. Her forearm rest along her forehead in exhaustion. The sensation she felt was one of wholeness and bliss. Her attention did not concentrate on the mess because her mind was elsewhere. Her mind raced with the vivid images of what transpired between her husband and herself In a bent over position, she only recalled the feeling of euphoria that mingled with the pain from her husband's tyrannical lust for dominant affection. ![]() In soreness, she lifted herself off the desk and scooted forward until she sat at the edge of it. Her long locks of hair fell along her shoulders while her hands lowered the scruff of her skirt. She shifted her clothing and tidied them so that it did not appear that she had been ravaged. As for her husband, he had his back turned to her with his eyes set outside the window. His arms were folded across his back as if he were in deep thought. What was going through his mind? ![]() "We should leave Gatz. I am in need of a shower and what we need to do is extremely important. Those kids might need us. If they are suffering, I do not want them to be anymore than they are." She reminded him with a gentle tone. WC: 743 TWC: 2,740 Edited by Bel Zephyra, May 7 2015, 09:09 PM.
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| Gatz | May 8 2015, 07:37 AM Post #7 |
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Standing in front of the tall window in the office, the android terror had his arms folded behind his spine. His tux jacket open leaving his upper body bare. His belt hanging unbuckled. His hollow glare fixated on the outside of the base scanning every inch of it for potential threats that may come after his girl. Being protective and territorial, he was waiting for some dumb fuck to come in so he could show his girl how powerful he was. ![]() He wore a cocky smirk remembering how he did his girl beast style rendering her helpless against his power. B ) His nostrils sucked in her scent picturing every inch of her bare ass in his grasp and how the table rocked with his strength. She cried, whimpered, yelped, and begged for him. It was him she was calling and nobody else. It was his name she was saying. Right now he was the Lord of the Universe having spread his seed inside of her. He observed how she always crossed her legs together after he busted his territorial semen within her. Watching her do it, was addicting. He couldn't get enough of how she made him feel. Killing before he met her, felt pleasure seeing freaks suffer and cry out, but it was nothing compared to how he got when killing to protect her. The way she looked up at him needing him. Feeling needed from her, was the only fucking thing he required. Having seen how fucked up his future self was, he got why. Losing her, was not an option. She was the other of his offspring, and the one who kept pushing him to be better. His two prized possessions made him feel fulfilled because he was killing with a purpose and that purpose was gaining more power to protect them both. Not admitting it openly, what he wanted was to mate and be with her every second of the day just to hear her divine voice begging in need for him. It's all he wanted to do all the fucking time. It was how it should be. She was his...forever. She had no fucking choice about it either. ![]() Watching her squirm and have her innocence beneath him, got him smirking devilishly. Her tiny frame taking every inch of of the ultimate beast with no choice, but to do so. The room was wrecked, but he was wishing someone walked in just so he could wreck faces too. During his dominance over her, he yelled out a direct order to get all the freaks out the building. All it took was one word and they did whatever the hell he said just proving he was the beast with the balls to keep her feeling safe meaning she didn't have to go on worrying. Turning to her when she talked, he kept smirking deviously because he was wondering how she was able to move. He saw her wincing from the soreness he caused her when he was drilling hard from behind. Causing her soreness, got his ego soaring. She was still panting and getting him worked up again by how fucking fine she was looking sitting at the edge of the table like she was wanting to go another round. Then she got to mentioning about showering. He ignored the other shit she was talking about. The cadets were useless to him if they couldn't save themselves. Getting her to the shower, was the primary object and the other shit he would pretend to care about later. "You shouldn't be moving. You know how your tiny frame gets when I take it." Keeping his smirk, he was stepped to her. She was sitting at the table making her eye level with him. Buckling his belt right in front of her just to mock her, he left his black tux open with intention of getting her to feel his ripped chest liking the surge of power that pumped into his veins and balls when she did. They already tested out the showers before cadets started joining to make sure it was safe. It was a solid test with her being there with him. Remembering how hot she looked with water dripping down her curves, got him wanting to see it again."Lemme carry you to the showers we got. We'll get cleaned first and take care of business later. You don't got to worry about freaks being in the public showers either. I gave the wuss cadets here the day off. Nobody should be in the showers unless they want me ripping their fucking face off. We got the whole shower to ourselves. Only the best for my girl." His killer eyes were hoping some freak would be in the shower just so he could let loose his violent tendencies while displaying to his girl his might. He was fantasizing about choking a freak while having his girl pinned against the tiled wall with her legs spread for him. It was a done deal. Giving her no chance to answer, he couched by her legs and scooped her feather weight body into his arms. He carried her outside the office and started making his way to the warehouse where the trash showered. WC: 941 TWC: 3,370 Edited by Gatz, May 9 2015, 10:36 PM.
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| Bel Zephyra | May 9 2015, 11:00 PM Post #8 |
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"You shouldn't be moving. You know how your tiny frame gets when I take it." Gatz turned to her and approached her while she sat at the edge of the desk within the messy room. The mess was caused by him truly. When he closed the gap between them, he buckled his pants in front of her. She sighed because his arrogance was evident on his face. He smirked which further proved her point about him and his ego. It was through the roof. Though she cherished their moment together and felt pleasant because of it, the cocky attitude was not what she looked forward to. He was a man, and it was too be expected. Nevertheless, she would not allow him to annoy her after the sweet moment they shared together. Her soft hands rest along his bare chest when he got close to her. After his rude response, she replied with determination. Her soreness caused her to cringe when she slid forward because she wanted to stand on her feet to prove him wrong. ![]() "I may be sore, but I am fine. I can assure you. It is nothing I cannot handle" She reassured him with a feisty attitude. Her hands continued to rest along his chest. As she rubbed his chest to keep him calm, she slid forward. Her body was caught in his arms before she could get the chance to walk. The soreness throughout her body was not one she could not handle. Since she was a fighter, she was accustomed to harsh beatings and tough workouts. The fact that he babied her was because he wanted to boost his ego further. He was set on annoying her in the process. Her cheeks puffed when he caught her. She wanted to demand he put her down until he had to add a compliment that immediately melted her heart. Her cheeks burned pink. She did not know whether to hit him or to hug him. "Lemme carry you to the showers we got. We'll get cleaned first and take care of business later. You don't got to worry about freaks being in the public showers either. I gave the wuss cadets here the day off. Nobody should be in the showers unless they want me ripping their fucking face off. We got the whole shower to ourselves. Only the best for my girl." "Ugh, what am I going to do with you Gatz. You cannot rip faces off of people even if it is for me. You know how I feel those comments." She wrapped her slender arms around his neck when he carried her out the office door. Her long locks draped along the sides of her body. They brushed against his arm. His solid frame made her feel secured as he carried her. She was relieved that there was no one in the Headquarters especially because the unified moment between her husband and herself was intimate. She realized how inappropriate it was to do what they did in the office. Unfortunately, she let her feelings get the best of her. It was hard to resist the heart. As for Gatz, he appeared to have no problems with what they did. In fact, he looked like he was eager to please her in any way with his comments in regards to proving her the best. Noticeably, his facial expression gave the impression that he had more in mind which did not consist of the business trip out west to check on the lost cadets. For the time being, she trusted his judgement, and she was in need for a shower before they headed out to business. She pecked his cheek with affection as he carried her out the headquarters exit towards the cadet area where they got dressed and showered. The last time Gatz and her were at the cadet locker rooms was before the Final Heaven base was opened. She was pregnant at the time, and as she recalled, Gatz had her try out the shower unwillingly. Her cheeks burned pink again when she remembered how careless he was because someone could have seen them. Fortunately, there was no one at the base. The private moment they shared together was another sweet one to add to her memory bank. He did not have many sweet, romantic gestures, but when he did, she never forgot them. Her thoughts fell on the cadets once more. The ones that were lost in the field tests out west were on her mind because of how all of them went missing. There must have been a terrible circumstance behind their disappearances. Emmie notified her that the cadets' trackers did not indicate they were dead either. While in the arms of her husband, she questioned him about them to get his take on their whereabouts. "Gatz do you think those cadets are alive? I know you said we would talk about this later, but I cannot wrap my mind around how they seemed to poof out of thin air. Emmie told me she would know if they were killed. It is odd that all of them went missing out there, yet none of them were killed according to the documents Emmie showed me. I am afraid that we will find out something terrible. It is always the case. I would much rather be here in your arms, but it is our duty to find out. I hope they are okay or we at LEAST find out why they went missing. I want these cadets to have a fighting chance." She asked and said in concern. Being a mother of three, she was bound to worry. Her nose pressed into Gatz's cheek when her mind tried to picture what happened to them. WC: 1,019 TWC: 3,759 Edited by Bel Zephyra, May 9 2015, 11:01 PM.
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| Gatz | May 10 2015, 06:56 PM Post #9 |
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"I rip faces for you, and I'll keep ripping them off by the millions if they keep messing with my girl." Walking out of his Final Heaven headquarters while carrying his wife in his arms, he stepped out into the dark military base that he called home. His infrared sensors were scanning the area for potential mother fuckers who were thinking of attacking him. He was hoping one of them would because his violent tendencies were yearning to snap a couple necks. Remembering why he moved his girl to the base in the first place, there were freaks everywhere trying to take what was his. They were jealous of the android terror and his prized possession. He moved his family to the military base to keep them safe because fucking with the terror's territory was a direct attack on the terror himself. He thrived on terror and destruction. Having his girl in his arms, he was in control and she was fucking safe from whatever shit was scaring her. Looking down at her, his mind was on what he wanted to do to her in the showers. His devilish thoughts were on ravaging his prized possession a second time. The office ravaging wasn't enough. He wanted more. Every time he saw her he thirst and hungered for more. She was the fuel that kept the hell storm fire in him burning. Seeing her in his arms, he could control the Universe with a single look. He had all the power he needed to succeed in taking the Universe if he fucking wanted too. The base was quiet at night having set an order out for the cadets to take the day off. The base was kept well lit by the heavy duty lights around it. He was told that one could see his military base from miles away even in pitch darkness. Smirking at the information, he wanted mother fuckers in the world to know where he was at because a only bitch wusses hid. He didn't hide. If someone wanted to come attack him, they knew where he was at. Attacking the android terror, the ultimate beast, was known throughout the world to be the stupidest decision anyone could make. The only shit that was making sounds on the base were the crickets chirping and the lightning bugs glowing around him. His darkened glare looked down at his possession when she got to talking about the cadets and business again. Walking to the warehouse where they'd get showered, he wanted to keep her ass chill because she was looking at him with those pure eyes of innocence that were begging for him only minutes earlier. He let out an irritated growl at her persistence. Knowing she was stubborn and her good heart was needing an answer, he told her what he thought was going on. He checked out the reports Emmie did on the missing cadets in the West. He didn't give two fucks about them because they were seen as failures. His girl brought up the point that they were all failures. He saw this as normal knowing his cadets were bitch fucks who were weak. He hated weakness. Knowing his girl's divine softness, he let her know what he thought with no bullshit. He was straight with her. Holding her in his arms, his killer glare stared away to keep her from getting scared. She was the type of chick you couldn't lie too. He couldn't lie even if he fucking wanted too. He was the android terror meaning he wasn't ashamed of what or who he was. Keeping his voice down to not startle his girl, he spoke in a low growl of a cold blooded General. "Not going to lie to you. They are all probably dead. They were weak. Pitiful. Pathetic. We are going out there to check what the hell is up. I don't care about the cadets. If they died, it was because they weren't going to cut it anyway. These androids don't give a fuck who they kill. They just do it. I am going there to give you a peace of mind and to make sure that if some freak is out there trying to slow our progress, he gets taken out. You will sleep easier after we go out there. I know it ain't the happy ever ending shit you are looking for ,but that's how war it it is. War is ugly, bloody, and death by the millions. It's the stuff I am trying to keep you away from. " The Android Terror had to be the heartless fuck in these situations because if he wasn't they wouldn't progress. Carrying his girl, he approached the warehouse and walked up a single step that led into it. They had to compete with organizations that had killing creations being built in factories like candy. He was the ultimate beast and could destroy whole civilizations, but was still in need of a fucking army. WC: 899 TWC: 4,269 Edited by Gatz, May 10 2015, 08:08 PM.
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| Bel Zephyra | May 10 2015, 08:08 PM Post #10 |
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The raven haired beauty set her eyes on her husband after she asked him a question she wanted a truthful answer from. If anyone was always honest with her, it was him. She ignored the surroundings and set her fierce, onyx eyes on him. She waited for an answer, and she would get one. He avoided to look at her because he glared into the distance to where they were headed to next. With her in his arms, she had nowhere to run or hie from the response she was given. It was brutal answer and one she hoped had a positive spin to it, but she should have expected there to be none There was no more happy endings with the monsters that plagued the planet. The sounds of chirping crickets did nothing to soothe the harsh words that Gatz's husky tone hissed as if it were natural to him. He was accustomed to the rottenness of the world. Sadly, she had yet to see the core of evil in her lifetime. Her husband was obsessed with his need to protect her from it, but it was it even possible? The evil was closer to their front step than ever and increasingly it got stronger. "Not going to lie to you. They are all probably dead. They were weak. Pitiful. Pathetic. We are going out there to check what the hell is up. I don't care about the cadets. If they died, it was because they weren't going to cut it anyway. These androids don't give a fuck who they kill. They just do it. I am going there to give you a peace of mind and to make sure that if some freak is out there trying to slow our progress, he gets taken out. You will sleep easier after we go out there. I know it ain't the happy ever ending shit you are looking for ,but that's how war it it is. War is ugly, bloody, and death by the millions. It's the stuff I am trying to keep you away from. " She ignored her husband's brash depiction of the cadets. They might have been weak or pathetic, but they did no deserve to die. They were young, yet she understood why he thought that way. There as no way to predict when the two organizations would strike next. If Final Heaven was not ready, the world was far worse. It was how he was. Her focus was more on what they might find when they headed west. While her husband approached the warehouse where they would ge cleaned and washed, she rest her hand on his cheek to get his attention. She wanted his hardened glare to see the strength behind her vision. "How awful Gatz. War is disgusting. I don't like it. Argh, I can't help to think that if more parents disciplined their children the world might have less delinquents. I hope what you say about those cadets isn't the case, but I do believe that at least one of them survived. I know it is strange to say that. I feel it here in my heart. There has to be at least one survivor. I was here when you trained them. I witnessed it firsthand how strong they became before the field test. They had the tools to live whatever it was that might have taken them down. I know not all of them might be alive, but I am hopeful that at least one is. Who knows what information he might have? A girl can dream right?" She was not a military expert in the slightest, yet the idea that one of them might have been attacked and survived the attack could be useful. They were at the doorstep of the warehouse. In the comfort of her husband's arms, she sighed and rest her cheek against his bare chest. She was ready for a shower. The filth of the world's problems had to be washed off her skin. At the moment, she felt repulsive because of the terrible troublemakers that plagued the planet. WC: 721 TWC: 4,480 |
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The thrilling part was watching her touch him with a sexy shyness. His sneering glare studied what she was doing. He was thinking she wanted him flexing his authority so all the things that went bump in the night didn't get to her. He was too powerful to let that happen. 










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