Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 124: Dang Washboard Abs! [R18]

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]

Brenner started to jog with Delphi in his arms as the victory lap participants all picked up the pace with their winning female passengers.

They were carried in all sorts of holds, Winter in a piggyback, Indy, princess carry, Delphi, koala-style, Arrie, on the shoulder, Loveday, sack of potatoes, all the styles were represented...

The jogging proved very troublesome for Delphi as the koala-carry meant that Brenner had his hands under her ass in that miniskirt and her clit was being rubbed, through her barely there thong, up and down over the curves of Brenner’s rippling six pack, which immediately started to tip her into a state of arousal.

She bit her lips, her eyes widening and her pupils dilating as her breath quickened.

Brenner tilted his head and looked into her face sideways, wondering what was going on with the woman.

As the victory lap morphed into a victory race among the men, who just had to compete in everything they did, the pace of the rubbing intensified exponentially for Delphi.

A tiny gasp escaped from her lips.

Brenner’s gaze latched onto Delphi like a homing missile, his eyes lighting up like it was Christmas morning and he’d been a very good boy.

"What was that, Delphine?" he growled into her ear. "I guess you’re not immune to my charms after all," he chuckled happily.

"You’d better stop running," she gasped, "or I won’t be held responsible for.... Oh!" she gasped again.

"Fuck Delphine, you’re not going to come undone on me, are you? Slow down. You’re giving me a hardon!"

"Put me down Brenner," she groaned through closed eyes.

She let out another little gasp of pleasure and he felt his cock jerk in reply.

He glanced over at the General and saw that the man looked like he might come and rip Delphi from his arms.

In fact, he looked like he might have an apoplexy at any moment.

What to do, what to do? Brenner thought in a panic, tightening his grip on Delphi possessively.

"Come on victory lappers," shouted Brenner, "bring your women and we’ll race around the silo on the Nude 100 course. That’s a much more fitting prize for our talented winners!"

"Yeah!" shouted Baer with great enthusiasm.

Here was a race he could win using his strength and stamina.

"I’ll take you down man!" yelled Niko. "Indy and Niko to win!"

"None of you have the advantage I have with Araminta," skited Wolf. "She only weighs one hundred pounds."

"Don’t tell everyone my weight Wolf!" she scolded him.

"Why not? You’re so light, it’s a good thing, you should tell everyone. Show-off about it."

"A woman never discloses her weight."

"You don’t need to disclose it. I can feel it in my arms. You weigh either one hundred or one hundred-and-one or two pounds."

The devil was right, but did he have to be so unromantic about it?

"To the tunnel!" shouted Brenner, running as fast as he could for the door of the training room.

"Oh no you don’t private Gray!" roared General Meyer. "Stop right there!" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Brenner had made it out of the training room door and a few steps down the hallway with Delphi still in his arms. Should he keep on running and pretend he didn’t hear the General?

"Stop Brenner," Delphi panted through gritted teeth. "The General will chase you down."

But will he catch me? he thought; that’s the real question...

Brenner slowed his run and rested against the wall, trying to ’calm’ himself before the General reached them.

He realised Delphi had something interesting going on with either her physiology or her psyche. Something he desperately wished he could explore in more detail...

Delphi’s dilated eyes fluttered back into place as he stopped and rested. "Put me down Brenner!" she hissed urgently.

He deliberately hoisted her first up and then slid her down his torso, making sure there was just the right amount of friction, and giving her ass a final squeeze for good measure before setting her free on more than slightly wobbly legs.

Alton strode down the hallway.

"Keep on with your race the rest of you," he shouted at the soldiers. "Take a dragon Niko."

When the other pairs had run past them, Alton pressed his chest against Brenner’s, shoving him up against the wall and pushing his face inches from his.

Delphi left the scene to slip into a nearby bathroom. Much as she wanted to make sure Alton didn’t injure Brenner, right now she needed to take a few deep breaths somewhere on her own.

She wondered if this was normal, or if something was wrong with her. She had no experience of men, so she had no idea and no one to ask.

"What the fuck was that private Gray?" Alton barked.

"What General? I was racing the other soldiers carrying General Chastain as my punishment for losing the revue. I’m not sure why I’ve been singled out to be yelled at."

"Is that so private? Well you can keep your hands to yourself. So far as General Chastain is concerned, she’s completely off limits to you."

"I think that’s for General Chastain to decide, don’t you agree General?"

"No. I don’t. She’s your superior officer. It’s a no fraternisation policy," he snapped.

"Since when? That’s the first I’ve heard of it. I think that’s very convenient because you’ve got the hots for her and you’re trying to get rid of me," snarled Brenner.

Little shit, thought Alton.

"You’ll do as your ordered private, or you’ll be punished for insubordination," Alton growled.

"You’re going to punish me for fighting you over a woman’s affections? In the end, it’s her choice. You can’t force her General; and if you try, you’ll lose her."

"Get out of here before I act on my strong desire to wipe that insolent look off your face," Alton roared at him.

Brenner stalked back into the training room with a face like a thunder cloud.

Alton stormed down the hallway and banged on Delphi’s bathroom door.