Thread: Seeing myself through her eyes [AU Ace Combat 4: Shattered Skies Fanfic]

AN This fanfic will be based in an alternate universe where Esmerelda DeSanto, aka, Yellow 4 actually survives the events of ISAF's second attack on Stonehenge. Ideas for scenes are welcomed, encouraged, and requested via PMs. Prologue Most of the ground crew found it unsightly to see a F-15Active amongst the Su-37s of Yellow Squadron, but I'd insisted since it was the plane that had carried me out of ISAF territory all the way into the heart of Erusea. I knew I was lucky, since the people I fell in with considered me untrustworthy. I wasn't allowed much access to anything beyond the 15 by 9 feet tent that was my cell. Which was fine, since I was conscripted as a Mercenary into the Erusean Air Force as an independent support unit of Yellow Squadron. At first, I was sure that no one had held much interest in me. Which held true, until She had come into the private shower stall I was assigned unannounced. She must have just come back from a mission, as I could smell the musk of her sweat through the faint scent of perfume she wore. Her slender frame was hidden by just a large, thin towel, leaving little to my imagination as I planted myself in a corner with my back against the wall to give her room. My eyes were averted, closed tightly to prevent myself from peeking more than I already had as I heard the towel scrap on the rail above me. I had hoped at the time that she would handle her business and depart. Boy, was I sorely disappointed by fate. Not having any idea what to expect, a muffled gasp escaped my throat as I felt her hands close around my stiffening genitalia. My muscles seemed to lock up and give out simultaneously, leaving me partially slumped against the stall wall as she knelt before me. The shock was overwhelming for me, but it was the cool, yet entreating look in her eyes that, once I opened my own again, allowed for my begrudged surrender into her actions for the time. She was surprised by the size of me, which I went to great lengths to remain humble about. I was easily 10 inches long, unlike most of the guy I knew. Yet, I'd never had an encounter like this before. And apparently, she picked up on that fact as her calculating gaze became softer. The stroking of my member becoming more sensual as I let out a small but noticable whimper. My knees felt locked in place as I felt one of her hands go to my hip. Forgive me.... I heard from her in a soft mistaken and rather musical voice, my hands clinched into fists as pleasure started flooding my mind, I had believed you to be an arrogant flyboy like the others in my squadron..... It appears I was mistaken. I blinked as she withdrew, taking my arms by the wrists and pulling down on top of her with her legs opened wide. I didn't really know what was happening but my brain apparently got the gist. My hands unclinched, finding my being interlaced with hers as a sudden spark of mutual lust shot the us. What happened after that spark was an unintelligible blur though I know I heard her cry out she was cumming at least twice while I helplessly writhed and bucked filling her womb with my hot seed. I'll help you to fly again...... She panted to me after we finished for a third time, her arms draped protectively around my neck I lay collapsed on top of her, I believe I know what kind of man you are now.... The water falling on us had long gone cold. Yet, as I withdrew my spent member from her lovely pink snatch, I couldn't help but want to go again. However, she forestalled any further action on my part by pushing me away and onto my back. Her actions, which I silently protected at first, were merely so she could have a turn on top, straddling and riding me like a wild race horse as we kissed for the first time in that whole encounter. Pleeease..... Trust meeeeee......aahhhhh!! She wailed frantically right as another mutual orgasm ripped us both apart at the seams, her back arching with my hands gripping her ass hard enough to leave bruises as I greedily pounded her pussy into sexual oblivion. She left after that, leaving me far more drained than I recalled ever being and feeling used. I wondered what came over me and her as I dried myself. Coming down from the high of sex I'd been on, I realized felt robbed and disappointed. I wanted to see her again. Which sucked as I could smell the fresh spitzes of her perfume lingering in the air. This oughta be interesting...... I breathed, looking at my bunk to see a handkerchief neatly folded on my desk, Very interesting indeed.....