Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 28: Crawl Over Here [R18]

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]

Delphi breathed a happy sigh and rolled over in the grass to face the commander.

He was lying on his side staring at her with a look she couldn’t name, but it told her she wasn’t getting out of jail free...

"Alright," she sighed in resignation. "What do I have to do in exchange for this promise you extracted from me while I was putty in your hands?"

"You’re not going to give me trouble are you, Miss Chastain? You don’t have a good track record for doing what you’re told."

"A promise is a promise, Commander, but I have two extra conditions."

"Mm," he grunted sceptically.

Here we go... he knew she wouldn’t do as she was told!

"First, we go our separate ways afterwards. Let’s call that fight between us a draw."

"It was only a draw because I can’t damage you, but I agree," he said promptly.

"Second, I’m not going to touch you, and you can’t touch me."

"What the hell! But I just touched you?" he pointed out the obvious.

"That was consensual. I’d never experienced anything like that before in my life, and I’ll admit I lost my mind; but I’ve got it back now."

He knew she would renege on that promise!

Well, he would make the most of the tattered promise she was going to keep...

"Alright," he said begrudgingly.

That was almost too easy, she thought. It didn’t bode well for whatever he had in mind for her...

His gaze was more than indecent, his eyes were so fiery she was sure he would chase her down and extract his reduced promise by force if she even looked like reneging on it.

What was there she hadn’t been taught in the art of seduction? She wasn’t going to let him intimidate her. She lifted her chin proudly and looked him straight in the eye, narrowing her eyes right back at him.

He raised his eyebrows slightly at her and nodded his approval at her attitude. He could see she had gathered her courage and planned to challenge him.

This was a competition where if she won, frankly, so did he...

He reached out and hooked a finger between her breasts under her tank top, before letting it ping back against her chest.

"No touching," she reminded him.

"That was your clothes not your skin, so I’m within the rules. Take your top off," he instructed her.

He couldn’t have been more surprised when, like a lamb, she did as he asked.

She pulled the little midriff top she wore over her head and the huge natural breasts he had seen at Swan Lake and through his binoculars, bounced free. At close range, they were enormous, round and bouncy with pretty little pale pink nipples.

His already raging hard-on got even more painful, pressing against his pants, demanding to be let out.

"Take it all off," he demanded impatiently, "except the boots".

She tugged off her little skirt, leaving on just her knee-high boots.

She reclined in the grass, her long hair falling about her shoulders and across her chest, she had an itty-bitty waist with taut and toned abs, generous wide hips, and long slim legs.

"My god you’re beautiful woman. No wonder the Emperor is turning over the earth to get you back."

"My breasts are too big, and they’re droopy," she said matter-of-factly, trying to cover her breasts with her arms, an impossible undertaking with such skinny arms and such large breasts.

"Uh, uh, uh," he shook his head. "Don’t cover them up. They droop because they’re natural; and they’re bloody gorgeous," he growled.

He shifted back a few feet and sat himself on a rock where he could get a better view of her.

"Crawl over here Miss Chastain," he ordered, "slowly".

She looked up at him in surprise, her eyes widening as she considered her options. There were none, she decided.

Well, in classes they would have said to tease him, so she would have a red-hot run at that, she decided. In all things in life it was a case of go hard or go home!

Without him having to press her again, she slid down onto all fours.

She started to crawl slowly towards where he sat, gazing up at him with a fiery stare, her lips slightly parted.

He was shocked, but in an extremely good way.

His eyes darkened and he let out a guttural groan of pained desire.

Her breasts bounced as she crawled, and her nipples dragged across the grass, drawing little mewls from her.

Her narrow waist and wide hips were the prelude to a perfect ass, whose very generous curved cheeks he could just see the tops of, as she crawled towards him with her back arched, swinging her curvaceous tush from side to side.

What sweet agony she was putting him through.

She looked up with her big eyes, her expression telling him she had no lack of confidence in her body’s effect on him, despite her complaints about her boobs.

He pulled his cock out of his pants, hiding it under his uniform.

He assumed she had never seen one before so he would reserve that meeting for the future. He planned for them to get to know each other well...

He could have come just watching her, but in the end he had too much difficulty trying to refrain from touching himself and his hand snuck under his shirt.

She arrived at his feet, watching what his hidden hand was up to with studious interest.

"Dance for me," he growled.

She rose up slowly from her knees, standing between his legs without touching him.

She turned her back to him, letting her long hair cascade down her back where it rested just above her curvy ass that she was now wiggling seductively, dangerously close to his groin.

Those cheeks were ridiculous. They were so round and firm it looked like you could eat off them. He wished he was...

She turned to face him, using her hair to hide her breasts and placing a delicate hand over her smooth honeypot.

She leaned towards him, giving him a close-up glimpse of her delightful breasts through her long hair, which he wished would blow away in a sudden gale, so he had a clearer view of them.

She teased him as she danced languorously to an unknown song she was clearly playing in her own head.

Then she gradually took a few steps away from him, lifting her hair up in her hands and holding it on top of her head, baring her gorgeous body in all its wonderous glory, as she danced dreamily like she was alone in this field.

That brought him completely undone and he groaned in sweet agony as he couldn’t hold back any longer, despite wanting this show to go on much longer.

"My God woman! Are you from planet Earth?" he moaned.

She looked at him in curiosity, wondering what the male equivalent of her intoxicating experience was like.

Holy fucking hell, Alton put his head in his hands. That was mind blowing.

If that was the lap dance, he’d move heaven and earth to progress to third base.

It might be the last thing he’d get to do in this world, but at this moment, the price didn’t seem too high.

He wondered briefly if she was a natural submissive with the way she had responded when he’d touched her. Or had the Emperor done something to her? Then again, maybe she was just playing him like she had at the lake, and like Loveday had played Baer.

Right now, he really didn’t give a damn which it was.

She stood up, gathering up her sword and the kangaroo he had shot, dragging it along behind her.

She climbed up onto her horse naked, her sword in one hand, the ’roo thrown across the back of the horse, her breasts just visible behind her long hair, her ass cheeks splayed across the horse’s back. God, he wished he could record that image...

She kicked the brumby into a trot, throwing him a backwards wave.

"Hold on," he called. "Shouldn’t we talk before you leave?"

"What’s to talk about? We agreed to go our separate ways and call the fight a draw. That’s what I’m doing."

"Shouldn’t we discuss what’s next. Between us, I mean?"

"There’s no ’us’ Commander. You and I are on different sides. Let me know when you’re ready to join the Rebellion, and we can talk."