The luckiest teenager in the world part 5
I hope y'all like it, it was fun for me to write. Come to think of it, it might not really fit in with the story but I just loved writing it so here she is. Enjoy :)
The feeling was one not unlike that of walking along a lonely sidewalk as a thunderstorm brews above you. The air, scented with roasted almonds, fills your very soul with a dry crackling energy. Each heartbeat pulses pure adrenaline through your veins, an icy blue fluid that gives the most mild mannered man the most extreme of power on a moment's notice. Erik was taught like a bowstring, eyes squinting as he scanned over the edge of the deep trench. There was a screech, metal scraping against metal, followed by silence so thick you could feel it. Erik looked to his right and left before down upon his own weapon. M16 series rifle, accompanied by a whole host of ammunition strapped to his torso. He heard the soldier to his right gulp and breath deeply, a shaky and nervous breath. "Easy, kid, I'll make sure you get out of here alive," The other fighter looked to him, fear flickering through his eyes briefly before disappearing.
"Uh, thanks I think?" The young Moose said, tipping the visor of his helmet towards Erik. Noah smiled and let out a nervous laugh. He stood in the silence for a minute, awaiting their impending doom when it struck him. He placed a finger on the button of his walkie talkie, speaking in a low voice.
"Shelley, play us some music over the PA system, the troops need some morale boosting," He heard a faint response over the small microphone, moments later CCR's Run Through the Jungle was blaring over the intercom. The men all looked up, one even firing a shot in surprise. "Hold fire!" Erik shouted, looking over the group of soldiers as they all checked their weapons and looked forward once again. They were all noticeably more loose and relaxed, and some even bobbed their heads as the music really started going. He looked back out across the wide kill field ahead of their small fort, when he heard the anti-aircraft weapons open up suddenly. There was a screaming sound as one of the wounded fighters spiraled to the ground, landing in a huge ball of flame on the ground several hundred yards outside the perimeter. The quad .50 caliber machine guns were blazing through ammunition, yellow streaks zipping through the air before colliding with the purple craft of their enemy. Erik cracked his neck, mumbling to himself, "Here we go, now or never," He set his stance a little bit more backwards, bracing himself against the cold dirt of the trench wall. The AA thundered in the background, and Erik's heart nearly exploded when he saw the first dragon step over the flaming wreckage of the downed fighter, it was almost as if it were in slow motion. Erik looked it straight in the eyes before raising his rifle to his shoulder and sending a lone bullet careening out of the weapon. The small metal projectile spun through the air, shell crumpling upon hitting the armored shell of the beast. The jacketed round worked flawlessly, outer layer stripping away and thrusting the hardened armor-piercing projectile through the armor before the bullet blossomed inside the skull of the serpentine monster. It shuddered for a moment, looking drunk before it shook it's head and stepped forward. The soldier next to Erik inhaled sharply, but the dragon fell to the dirt in a magnificent display of blood and gore as such materials dripped down the front of the beast. A mighty cheer arose from the fighters, and Erik even let his guard down for a second. Then there was a return cry and a veritable sea of purple and red dragons flooded past the bright flames with guns blazing.
"Shiiiiiiiiittttttt!" Erik heard somebody yell as the entrenched men opened up. Erik flipped his weapon onto full auto, just hosing lead death down upon the mighty hordes of dragons. Enemy rounds zipped past all around him, igniting grass and sending dirt up in little violent puffs of energy. Erik dropped the magazine from his weapon, ducking as he reloaded. A machine gun crew set up a .30 caliber machine gun on a tripod and started feeding ammo through the receiver and down range into the constant stream of hostile warriors. Erik cocked his weapon and stood back up, loosing another entire magazine out of the trench and onto them. There was a tumultuous boom behind them, and a shell shrieked down from the heavens into the midst of the dragon armies, followed by three similar shots and explosions.
"They got the Howitzers online in time!" Erik shouted, pumping a fist in the air. He reloaded again, shouldering the weapon and picking off targets as they got within 300 yards of them. Erik looked for a strategic advantage, but he knew that there was none to be gained. He'd known all along for the past two weeks of scrounging for supplies with the resistance that the dragons would eventually just stop playing around and just send in an actual force to crush the resistance. This was it, and there was nothing any of them could do to stop it. Erik fired his weapon to the point that the barrel was turning cherry red when the dragons slowed slightly. Erik jumped on the opportunity to send out a vicious barrage of twenty four howitzer shells within one minute from all four gun emplacements. The metal walls behind him were scarred with countless millions of shells from the dragons weapons, and as the rounds hit the earth Erik could swear he felt his teeth rattle in his own skull from the sheer proximity. "Don't let up now! We're slowing their shock charge!" Erik roared. By jove, they might actually have a chance here if they could just hold out longer than those fuckin' dragons. He heard one of the dragons roar something at a distance, and without warning they surged forward once again. Erik saw them break past the 100 yard mark, and he dropped his gun and drew his trench knife. "Brace yourselves!" He shouted before leaping out of the trench to meet the lead beast. He punched its arm away from him, injecting his blade into the monster's neck before twirling around and decapitating yet another. His men sprung from the relative safety of the trench themselves, one of his officers wielding a shining cutlass which he used to muster the rest of the soldiers and Erik's men launched their own charge. The music changed to Dick Dale's Shake and Stomp, Erik's red-stained blade flashing in and out of the serpentine soldier's armor. Blood splattered all over him, every inch of his body shimmering with silky smooth blood. His teeth were bared, muscles screaming in protest as each kill got to be more and more difficult. He felt one of the alien rounds pierce his flesh, the hot laser burning within him and he faltered for an instant. The dragon he was in the process of dismembering jumped on the opening much like Erik's men had, and bull rushed him to the ground. Erik's blade skittered away across the hardened dirt, and his eyes met those of his killed. Erik scrambled to get up, slipping on the puddle of his own blood growing beneath him. The beast raised its arms high, preparing to bring its weapon flashing down into Erik's vulnerable heart. A moose came out of nowhere, slashing at the dragon's neck with a Ka-Bar knife. Erik felt more blood spray down onto him, but he got to his feet and grabbed a weapon from the ground. It was the moose he'd earlier sworn to protect.
"Thanks, man," Erik said, the Moose looking at him.
"Get your eyes checked, sir. I'm not male," She said, Erik stunned for an instant before she pulled him down into the trench with the remaining fighters. They were losing ground, inch by inch, life by life. Erik grabbed an M60 out of the hands of a deceased soldier, shouldering it and laying on the trigger. Dragons lurched and fell all around in front of him, the bullets ripping them to shreds. Erik felt lightheaded, and when the weapon ran out of ammunition, he dropped the weapon and staggered forward. His own blood mixed with the blood of friend and foe alike in the trench beneath his boots, and he cocked his head to the side as he fell to his knees in a haze. The world swam in front of him, and he smiled slightly as he turned to look at the top of the wall behind him. Roxy stood there, hands clapped over her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks. Erik raised a weary hand, waving to her and smiling. He fell forward, face first into the puddle of mud. He rolled onto his back, his soldiers climbing out of the trench and cheering as the Moose knelt at his side. Her lips were moving but no sound came out, and Erik suddenly came out of it. He felt a searing pain in his abdomen, and clutched his hands at the scorching hole from which blood blossomed like a fountain.
"Sir! Sir! Hold on! The United States military is here!" She said, beckoning to somebody outside the trench. Erik screamed as the pain became almost unbearable.
"I've been shot before, but nothing like this!" He said, drawing the last syllable out into a throaty moan.
"You got hit by a fuckin' anti material rifle, sir,"
"The fuck is that?" Erik said, voice a much higher pitch than intended.
"Anti-tank rifle, .90 BMG slug just punched a hole in you almost as big as a dinner plate!" Erik looked down, passing out instantly. When he awoke, there were shining banks of monitors all around him, and a constant beeping sound filled his ears. He saw a dragon standing at one of the monitors, and he tried to rise. There was a rattling sound and he saw that he was attached to the table by a thick net of white spiderweb like material. The dragon turned around at the sound, her face recognizable immediately.
"Baby, you're awake,"
"Where are we, Shelley, what happened?"
"We're on one of the enemy ships. We commandeered it when it crashed, we used the medical bay to heal you up," Erik looked up at her with puppy eyes, smiling from ear to ear. She grabbed a scalpel, slicing away at the net of white film containing Erik to the table. He began to sat up when she straddled him immediately. "We've got to make sure you're at your peak," She said, pushing him down as his penis began to swell and harden. "Give it to me big boy," She said, licking the side of his face slowly and sexily. She began to grind on his body, her juices seeping onto his hips and glossing both of their groins with a shimmering fluid. At this point, Erik felt his cock nearly lifting Shelley up off of him with sheer erotic energy. She lifted herself up enough to slide down slowly onto the huge penis, the both of them moaning deeply. She sat up, one hand planted firmly on her breast, the other behind her head. Erik started to buck his hips, closing his eyes in sheer ecstasy as the two of them made hot passionate love right there on the operating table. He felt her walls close in on his cock, rippling and twitching as she came forcefully all over her lover. This sent Erik over the edge, and he suddenly strained as his own orgasm overtook him. He felt rope after hot rope of cum fire from his shaft, nearly an entire gallon spilling out from her walls onto him. The two lay, enjoying the afterglow of their earth-shattering orgasms.