World War IV (open to one woman)

[Douglas Lee]

Derrin's heart beat hard and fast as he fucked Lydia harder and faster, obviously trying to catch up with his heart-beat unconsciously.

"Oh my God," he moaned, gently fondling her breasts and clit. "Upsy daisy, eh?"

He lifted her up, almost off of his cock, and brought her back down, burying himself to the hilt again.

He was pounding into her harder and harder, fondling only her breasts now, hoping to God that this didn't result in the conception of a baby.

"This is a LOT better than masturbation," he moaned into her ear at that moment, as he shot his load in her pussy, screaming in pleasure along with her.

Intercourse was completed.

 

[Douglas Lee]

OOC: We gonna continue this RP?

 

[Mimsy_Borogove]

OOC: Yes!

Lydia was lifted and dropped back over him mid-orgasm, sending yet more firework streaming. As she slowly began climbing down from her climax, she felt his member convulsing inside of her, depositing seed deep into her love channel. She herself felt no concern over having a child. Lydia had undergone a (reversible, mind you) surgery to prevent any deposited seed from being sewn. She wasn't irresponsible, and damned if she wasn't going to wait for a trustworthy man!

Leaning back against him in the tub, she panted softly, perspiration adding more to that musky scent. "Good heavens. Thank you, sir. Just what the doctor ordered." Huffing, she moved forward, prying herself from him. She was sticky and slick between the thighs, and that simply wouldn't do. Time for another bath!

Lydia sank down into the water, taking the soap and beginning to wash herself. "Well, we probably ought to get some sleep and keep moving. We're not out of the danger zone yet. Enemy territory, you know. I'll bandage you up and you sleep first. I'll stand guard. Suits?" She peered over her shoulder at him, a pleasant glow in her cheeks and a grin on her face.

 

[Douglas Lee]

Still naked, Derrin nodded and got up, going to the nearest closet and searching through it, pulling on a black T-shirt.

"I'm just glad that this," he said, tapping his shoulder gingerly, "was just a flesh wound."

He searched for pants in the closet, very aware that he was still naked below the waist and that Lydia was gazing at his member and grinning.

"Settle down," he said with a grin of his own. "Enough sex for now."

Derrin, for one, was shocked to hear himself say those words.

"Shit!" he muttered as he was unable to find pants. "Oh, well it matters little now. I can just go to sleep and find some pants in the morning. Or I could just wear my original pants, but they're covered in blood and dirt and shit like that, so I'll wait."

He gazed at Lydia, watching the sticky semen running down her inner thigh and along her netherlips, dripping into the bathwater.

"I'd better go now," he observed.

He didn't move.

 

[Mimsy_Borogove]

Lydia frowned slightly, a tad puzzled. She followed his gaze downward, spying the semen he seemed to worry over. And suddenly, it clicked in her mind.

"Oh! Darling, don't worry. I can't get pregnant. I've had a lovely little operation to keep me child-free!" she giggled softly as she continued to wash herself. When she was clean and fresh, she stepped from the tub and drained the water, as it was looking quite murky. Moving naked and dripping wet to her medical bag, she pried it open and pulled out a roll of gauze, antibiotic ointment, and medical tape.

"Here we are. Now come here and hold still. I still have to bandage that. Don't want an infection on your hands, do you?"

 

[Douglas Lee]

"No," he agreed as he came to her. "You know, it's funny? We just got done screweing, and now you're bandaging my shoulder. What a relationship, isn't it?"

He reached over, rubbing her crotch.

"Well, you keep on with your bandaging, and I'll keep occupied as well, if you know what I mean."

 

[Mimsy_Borogove]

Lydia widened her stance as she smoothed ointment over his wound, allowing him full access to her womanhood. She hummed throatily as she worked, her brows furrowing in concentration. "Randy thing that you are. I'll wear you out yet!"

As he stroked her sex, she coiled the gauze around his shoulder, binding the wound away from open air. At last, she secured it into place with medical tape.

"Good as new," she sighed, leaning her weight against him.

 

[Douglas Lee]

Derrin got down in a squatting position, parting her legs a bit more and running his tongue along her sex's lips.

"A few minutes ago, we were making it in the shower, now I'm performing cunnilingus on you. What a day, eh?" he asked, his voice muffled by his mouth now fully on her sex.

 

[Mimsy_Borogove]

Lydia's cheeks were flushed as she lurched forward, hands grasping tightly at his shoulders for balance. It was all she had to hold onto! Electricity shot up her spine, her nipples immediately growing taut and firm.

"Mm...and..ah! And not even a first date, you cad!" she mewled in delight.

 

[Douglas Lee]

Derrin was about to reply through his mouthful of cunt when an armor-piercing round burst through the wall, narrowly missed Lydia and smashed through the porcelain tub and continued on through the bathroom wall.

"Get down!" screamed Derrin as three men in commando garb charged in, obviously enemies.

Grabbing his sidearm, Derrin shot a man in the head, blowing his brains all over the other two, the bullet continuing on as well to crack the bathroom mirror fantastically.

Ducking the return of enemy fire, Derrin threw the near-naked Lydia into the bathtub and dived in himself, closing the shower curtain, in his panic absurdly thinking that would stop the bullets.

"Son of a bitch," he whispered, checking the load in his pistol. Only five rounds left.

Then he ducked as a shotgun fired twice through the shower curtain, blowing two more separate holes through the bathroom wall and wounding Lydia in the leg.

"God damn it," yelled Derrin, leaping through the demolished shower curtain and raising the pistol, burning lines of pain shooting through him as his wound reopened.

The remaining two men raised their assault rifles and shotguns. Derrin held his pistol. They all waited.

"Fuck!" said one of the men, turning to run, and got shot in the back by Derrin's gun.

The last man raised his pump-action shotgun, a double-barrel 12-gauge shotgun to be precise.

"No more bloodshed has to be exacted," Derrin cautioned, four rounds left in the pistol aimed at the man.

 

[Mimsy_Borogove]

Lydia was terribly unhappy.

One minute, she was enjoying a most delightful bit of attention to her womanhood, the next she was lying in a cold, ceramic tub with a profusely bleeding leg.

The killing of the other two did not disturb Lydia. In the medical profession, one learned to have strong nerves and a stomach of wrought iron. Especially when one took one's medical knowledge with them to war! Tourniquets for missing limbs, amputation for those that required it, men vomiting and stinking with fear, dellusional fever victims...all in a day's work and quite commonplace for Doctor Madison.

But her leg really did sting. The trouble with shotguns was that cone-like way in which they spread out at targets. Lydia kept her head down, silently grinding her teeth as she examined her wound through moistening eyes. She hadn't caught the full spray, but it had caught her over the side of her leg and knocked out several chunks of flesh, several little black beads embedded in her flesh. She clamped her hands down over it, as it was all she could do to stifle the bleeding with her medical supplies out of reach.

Looking up at Derrin, she winced, waiting for what seemed like an eternity. She was not afraid, though. For some reason, Lydia had full confidence that he would pull them out of this mess.

Still...Lydia was terribly unhappy.

 

[Douglas Lee]

Derrin looked down at Lydia to make sure she was alright, and the remaining attacker took the chance.

He lunged forth, firing his automatic weapon wildly. Derrin whirled and shot the man through the side, but he kept coming, catching Derrin in a flying tackle and knocking him through the bathroom wall where it had been weakened by the gun battle's stray shots.

They fell through into the living room, sprawling everywhere, knocking a couch and a LaZBoy flying. They brawled into the dining area, fisticuffs wearing them both down.

Derrin raised his gun to shoot the man in the head, but he heard the gun clicking empty and cursed, dropping it and punching the attacker in the face to no avail. This guy was tough, even while he was bleeding from a gunshot wound he was brawling with the best.

He saw the swastika on the man's vest and suddenly knew that this man was part of the New Nazi Party, a faction of German deserters that had proclaimed West Germany independent and started this whole entire fourth world war thing.

"Damn you and your shithole country," the German spat in accented English as he wrenched a table leg off the kitchen table, circling Derrin ominously waving the weapon.

Derrin drew his hunting knife in response.

"No, damn you!" yelled Derrin, and stabbed the shoulder of the man with the knife.

The man was about to retaliate with the table leg when Lydia fired a forty-five caliber slug through the back of his head and he dropped like a chopped-down tree.

Derrin, panting and bruised, looked at Lydia, shocked.

 

[Mimsy_Borogove]

Lydia kept her head down as the men grabbled and toppled through the wall. Pain throbbing in her leg, she grit her teeth. "Fuck!" she cursed in a low hiss, peering over the edge of the tub at the men. They were absorbed in their combat. It seemed as though she'd been completely forgotten.

Well, why not take advantage of that?

Lydia pulled herself from the tub, refraining from setting any of her weight on that bleeding leg. Stumbling, she fell forward, hands shooting forward to brace the fall and keept her from busting her chin open on the floor. What a damn nuisance this was!

In front of her nose where she'd fallen, lay a dead man. And how convenient that his weapon was unattended? Snatching up the weapon, Lydia used the tub to assist her to her feet.She climbed back into the tub. She knew this rifle had some kick, and she really didn't want to get knocked over due to that bothersome, wounded leg. So she used the resources available. She sank into the tub carefully, bracing herself against it with her good leg.

Taking aim, she waited for the perfect opportunity. After all, how embarssed should she feel if she accidentally shot poor Derrin? The opportunity came, and Lydia squeeze the trigger. The weapon kicked back hard, and she was sure to have a bruise in her shoulder. But she hit. Right where it counted, too! Back of the head.

At Derrin's shocked expression, she grit her teeth. "Oh, don't look at me like that. You'll give me a complex."

 

[Douglas Lee]

"Well, we might need some body bags around here," Derrin commented as he got to his feet, staring down at the now-dead German, glad that Lydia had so efficiently taken him out with the bullet to the back of the head.

He calmly walked across the living room and stepped through the hole in the wall into the bathroom, smiling at Lydia as he stood beside the bathtub in two inches of water from the pipe sburst from the gunfight.

"And you might need a bandage or two," he added, winking.

He felt at the gash on his forehead and the numerous bruises and scrapes and near misses from bullets and smiled again.

"And I might need some doctoring, as well."

Holstering his pistol, Derrin quietly gathered up all the weapons from the attackers and then his own, amazed at the quantity and the quality of the guns and knives, and was glad to have such an arsenal.

"Get up," he ordered Lydia gently, taking her hand and the rifle and helping her up out of the bathtub. She was soaked in water and blood but still managed to look tempting sexually.

The pair walked-limped across the bathroom floor, splashing through water and shuffling through the waves of spent cartridge casings.

"You know, I think I'm getting to like this little routine we have," Derrin told her quietly, squeezing Lydia's shoulder before kissing the girl.

 

[Mimsy_Borogove]

Laughing through clenched teeth, Lydia was all too happy to receive assistance in getting out of the tub. The damnedest thing about it was that she was not upset about being shot, their hideout ruined, or the pain. She was upset that she was dirty again so soon after having a bath.

The pair supported each other in limping from the flooded bathroom, Lydia being sure to snatch up her belongings in that black bag and tucking it under her arm.

She kissed him back rather enthusiastically, leaning heavily on him. Her leg was still bleeding quite badly, and the loss of blood was already making her dizzy.

"Ugh...I need to take care of this leg. I'm losing too much blood."