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Lost in the moment, Acacia felt pressure build within her. Each touch, each kiss, each thrust fed her own desires and pleasures. She had little awareness of anything else, just living and sharing in this moment until she felt the pressure break through and overwhelm her. She moaned loudly, but didn't hear herself. Her body was rocked by the tide of sensation that flowed through her, into her, and over her. Her skin felt everything, both inside and out, and the sensations overloaded her. Some part of her realized that the tendrils that were part of the genetic experiment that was conducted on her began to stir, but the pressure of her back against the ground prevented them from releasing. That was always the great fear at moments like these, but they were trapped and the danger was minimized.

Acacia's mouth opened for him, hungry with desire and need that she hadn't realized was there. Her breasts swayed with each thrust and she reached up to feel his body, caress him, pull him into her. Despite her inexperience, her body knew what to do and she let it. Her body accepted Leinus and she began to pull him fully onto her, wanting to feel his weight and heat upon her, flesh against flesh. Her mouth and tongue sought his, and her nipples tingled with anticipation. She moaned with desire and pleasure.

Jen leans back into the lounge chair, stretching out her legs as her small hands cup the hot mug of coffee. She closes her eyes briefly, breathing in the scent of the coffee as it warms her hands. She had tossed on some ragged jeans and a tank top, then grabbed a large sweater as she left her apartment. The air had a chill to it and a fine misty rain made everything damp. No deep thoughts floated through her head as she relaxed. Rather, she was thinking of nothing and just existing in that moment for the first time in awhile. The loss of her scholarships and adapting to a new life in a new city had plagued her for months and it was nice to just relax and be and not think too much.

Acacia had practiced self control for her own survival, but it quickly slipped away under Leinus's practiced and controlled attention. She grasped the grass in her fingers and dug them into the ground as he penetrated her, and a whimper escaped her lips. She looked up at his calm and serene face and bit her lip, pleading with her eyes to continue. As he obliged, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, letting the sensations fill her, envelope her, please her. She had not let go like this for some time and some part in the back of her mind was afraid, but it was weak and dim and had no strength. Acacia's breasts were soft mounds that moved gently as her body pressed into the ground. A strand of her dark hair had broken away from her braid and provided a stark contrast against her porcelain skin. The hair was tickling her, but it was one sensation of many she was feeling and it went unnoticed. Her whimpers and moans grew louder in the open air of the garden.

Dahl takes a swig of the wine and sloshes it in his mouth before gulping it down. "Ah, refreshing!" he exclaims, offering the bottle to Marie as he takes another bite of his sandwich. It was a nice day to be out, even if it was the jungle. The bugs weren't bad yet, which was always nice. The one thing that Dahl hated most were spiders. Something about spiders always got to him.

Liana feels Kat's hands on her skin and she leans back into her owner, ready to please or be used as she desires.

Dahl waits to see if Marie will take a swig of the wine before extending his hand for the bottle.

Dahl took another bite of his sandwich then cut some goat cheese which he quickly consumed. Still watching Marie, he wondered at the stubbornness of mercenaries. Were they all alike in this way? He wasn't one to think too deeply about anything, but sometimes a thought or two would pop into his head. He was getting thirsty though... Dahl continued grinning his stupid grin and said, "You think you'll get that anytime soon? Hate to die of thirst out here in the jungle."

Liana leans into Kat as she felt her arm wrap around her.

Dahl grinned and waved his hands in the universal sign of surrender and grabbed one of the sandwiches. He took a big bite and chewed it while watching Marie struggle with the cork. His grin never wavered, and amusement glinted in his eyes.

Dahl glanced as Marie worked on getting the cork out of the bottle, then reached out to take it. "Here, grab some food and I'll do that."

Dahl grinned as Marie rolled her eyes but took his hand anyways. Once they were off the helicopter he walked over to a spot where some fallen trees made for a good backrest and put down the box. He forgot to pack a blanket to put the food on, but he rarely thought of stuff like that. Or to bring cups for the wine. He handed the bottle to Marie to uncork while he got the sandwiches and cheese out. He turned the box upside down to make it into a makeshift table and put the food on it. He did bring a table knife for the cheese, so that was good.

Dahl flew a final circle over the small clearing, checking to make sure the landing area was clear, then landed the small helicopter. He went through the shutdown procedure, flipping switches and bringing the rotors to a stop. He looked back at Marie with a big grin, then grabbed the box that contained sandwiches, goat cheese, and the bottle of French red. He crouched through to the door and hopped out, turning to see if Marie would want a hand or not.

Dahl flew the small helicopter over the jungle canopy, keeping an eye out for bot activity. Marie was manning her machine gun mounted with a clear view out the side door. He spotted a small cleared area that looked like a bot had gone through, but the damage looked old. Dahl hovered around the area, but other than the trees being cleared there didn't appear to be any activity. "I've got some sandwiches packed, want to set down for a lunch?" he asked Marie. He also had a bottle of red that the French always brought as gifts when they passed through the area.

@onearmeddruid Dahl flew over the jungle canopy in the French Skylark helicopter. Marie kept an eye out for bots, her machine gun at the ready. "You know if those bots fly?" Dahl asked over his headset. He was a bit worried they'd become more inventive since he'd last encountered them. Things looked pretty clear so far but even a small number of bots coordinating together could bring trouble.

Dahl prepped the French made Skylark, nodding to the machine gun mount he'd had installed some years before. The Skylark was a light duty helicopter that had recently become a favorite in the Foreign Legion. "You believe I won this in a card game?" he asked Marie over the whine of the engines. . He hadn't of course - he'd been on it when it crashed and been deemed unrecoverable. He'd spent the better part of a year fixing her up. With a grin, his cigar unlit but hanging out of his mouth, hit flipped a couple switches and put a headset on, and made a whirling motion with his finger indicating that all passengers should be secure as they were about to take to the air.

Acacia felt a sense of joy when she realized she could help, but blinked at the question. The men she had met had never asked her such a question and she had to think about it. She wanted to be on her hands and knees and feel the gravity pull at her, but there was a greater risk of her secret revealing itself. It was safer on her back where the pressure of the earth would help. While she considered the question, she reached out with her hand and tentatively touched his hardened sex, then gently took him in her hand and caressed him. She felt his cock twitch in her grasp and she tried to suppress a giggle, then leaned forward and kissed the tip. One of her hands cupped his jewels while she slid her tongue up and around, moistening it with her mouth. She then inserted it into her mouth and slowly took him into her. When she was comfortable, she slid her mouth up and down to try and please him while still fondling him. She continued this for some few moments, occasionally looking up at him for approval. When her jaw began to hurt she leaned back, letting the ground embrace her then spread her legs with the knees wide. "I offer myself to the earth and to you in the sharing of life and energy," she said and surrendered herself to Leinus.

"Gotta love a woman with a gun," Dahl said. "I'm thinking of taking the 'copter for a scouting trip. Want to be the gunman?"

@Anjalilesb @onearmeddruid Katyusha, Sonali, and Liana walk into the barracks. Various beds are lined against one of the walls and there are lockers for storing gear. It looks pretty unoccupied, but Katyusha has claimed one of the beds.

Dahl gave one of his goofy grins as the bullets shattered and demolished the makeshift firing range. It wasn't pretty, but that machine gun did it's job. He reloaded his pistol, then holstered it.

Dahl chewed on the end of his cigar. "Better, ja? You practice more and it'll be easy. I show you pistol, you show me that cannon of yours, ja?"

Dahl paid attention this time, and without asking he put his hands on her hips and shifted them slightly then kicked her boot so her foot turned in the right direction. Standing behind her, he put his arms around her and lifted her elbows, pulling them into her body to provide better support to her arms. "Try that," he said, removing his arms so they wouldn't get in the way.