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For two warriors there's one only moment for their love to fully reveal itself... the first battle together

Chapter 5: swords and rifles

The noise of the bursts was almost intolerable, meanwhile at least a dozen of heavy machine guns were shooting all around the fortress. The gunners hadn't really an idea of where their targets were, and most of them were even unaware of what was their target, actually... the chaos was almost total and every weapon was shooting on the plain, lighting up large parts of the large meadow around Mottram with their drawing-projectiles in an answer of an order of the king. And Riaku, watching from the balcony the long lines of luminous bullet travel across the plain in all the directions, was well aware that probably all the operation was only a waste of munitions... Killer and Alexis were incredibly fast, smart and often lucky, and probably two both were already in the forest, almost out of range, hidden behind a thick wall of huge trees. What pity have made deforest only three miles around the fortress...

The two tigers in question are effectively already hidden in the thick vegetation, panting hard with two wide smiles, one for the other. He had impressed her, she had impressed him. Two both had run fast than never before, devouring three miles of high grass in record time, wish of live bigger, now that they have to live one for the other.

And now, in a secure position, they can almost laugh of the enemies and of their gunshots at random. But when they were still running in the open plain, that roar and these bursts are frightening... when a burst of heavy machine gun shatters yours body, is not important if it was aimed on you or shot at random.

"They are a bit pissed off." Exclaimed playfully Alexis, giving an affective punch on the shoulder of the huge male at hers side.

"So seems, at least... Riaku should invest in projectors. Lighting up a plain with drawing-projectiles is a bit too expensive and unlikely." He answered playfully.

"I can hiss easily a few machine guns, from here... I have only to aim at these flames." She exclaimed, a hand running to hers heavy sniper rifle placed on her shoulders.

"No, let's going on. It will be useless, and probably someone is already on ours footprints." Said Killer shaking softly his head. But Alexis placed her rifle and moved with impressive mastery hers hand on the little lever of the scary bolt action gun, arming the first projectiles.

"Just one shoot, my love... is too time that I wait of do this to my jailers." She said embracing perfectly the weapon, lying down in the grass, hers beautiful eye fixed on the great optics...

"Ok. But just one." He answered with a smile, watching at folded arms the love of his life prepare a perfect shot with definite interest.

Alexis smiled, and in her optics she searched a target, moving slowly hers rifle, following the walls of the fortress... and then she saw Riaku, still on the balcony, his furious expression perfectly visible on the powerful glass... Alexis smiled evilly.

Then the female pulled the trigger and the frightening rifle shot with an impressive rumble, sending with incredible precision the bullet between two little columns of the marble parapet of the balcony and between the legs of Riaku.

The black male trembled, feeling the big bullet run between his legs and hit an unlucky soldier that was running towards him behind his back, almost removing to him a leg, leaving the poor male dying in terrible shivers on the floor. Riaku was safe and sound, but scared stiff, even if he was still impassive on the balcony, pretending to be lacking of emotions... they hadn't wished of kill him, only of frighten him... He turned back and watched the soldier die rapidly in terrible suffering, in the middle of a scary puddle of blood, the hit leg still attached at the rest of the body only with an inch or two of flesh, with a disgusted face, heart running in his chest. And then the rifle roared another time in the night with a rumble so terrible to overcome the noise of the machine guns, and Riaku known immediately that one of his soldiers was surely dead.

The black lighting closed his eyes, exasperated and leaved the bedroom, getting around the dead and the large lake of dark blood, stopping the first soldier that he met on his way in the corridor.

"Cease fire. Is only a useless waste of munitions, and they can kill ours gunners easily aiming at the flames of the shooting guns... Bring my orders to the others."

Alexis stand up and placed again the huge rifle Grifon on her shoulder with a wide, predatory smile. She could kill easily the same Riaku... but she had understood that the black male was the rival of Wyvern, and that only Killer was the one with the right of kill him. But at least frighten him was been an irresistible temptation.

"These were two shots, not one." Noticed Wyvern with an amused smile.

"Really? I've gave up to the enthusiasm... details, in any case. We want to go or you want to punish me here?" She answered playfully, reaching him and giving to the male a slow lick on his muzzle, brushing hers crotch against his with a predatory smile.

"Don't tease me, Alexis... I've already more than enough desire of give a lesson to you, but we have an escape to do." He answered firmly, but with a wide smile.

"Fine, general... if you say so, I will follow yours orders right to the Hell, if necessary. Just... if you can go towards a nicer place, it's better." Said her playfully.

When you are burnt, by now without a cover and with the enemy on yours footprints, you have much less attention for avoid cities and villages in yours march. Sure, if you can, you try to leave behind yourself less signs as possible, but without make large deviation for every group of houses or for every crossroad... In a night and in some hours of daytime march, Killer and Alexis had grinded rapidly a lot of miles, following a more direct way for reach the border. Around midday, they had covered the same distance that at the outward had request two days, without be involved in fire contacts.

But they were followed. Both Killer and Alexis had spotted not one but two squads of "specialists" in shadowing behind themselves, always at discrete distance. They weren't really so specialized, after all... or maybe were too able the supposed preys, used to the hardest battlefields. In any case, in different moments, the two squads that Riaku had sent against them had reveled their presence with little but dangerous errors.

The first squad was always maybe at six-seven hundred feet behind the two fugitives, and regularly a soldier established a direct visual contact, maybe a time every half hour of still less, and another, with a radio, informed Riaku. The second team had the same task and the same tactics, but they worked from a major distance, as a sort of reinforce. But often, during the establishment of the visual contact, they had betrayed theirs presence.

"Why we simply don't kill them? They are powerless!" Exclaimed Alexis, watching with a sneer with the corner of hers eye the usual maggot that was watching them hidden, and neither so well, in a brush.

"Nah... not now. You have said... they are powerless, but they are sure of have the upper hand on us. They are sure of know ours position and of not are been spotted, they are relaxed and they are committing ever more errors in their shadowing. They have surely orders of inform Riaku regularly on our position, and some big unit of soldiers is probably a mile or so behind them. Behind us."

"I've understood, general. If we kill them, the soldiers will spurt forwards, comb the entire zone and turn upside down also the trees for find us, probably cutting ours way of retreat. Rather, if we kill them when we will be near at the border, we will have the time of run in yours territory before be surrounded." Said Alexis with a smile.

"The idea is that. We can't prevent the enemy from prepare a line of resistance at the border, but we can realistically run out from the sack with a rapid assault instead of be surrounded and have to open our way between a wall of soldiers and projectiles." He answered with a nod and an appreciative smile for her.

So their travel along the empire of Riaku lasted still a good few hours with the irritating company of the enemies and they don't talked so much. They had no need of words between them for say how much they loved one the other, even if they are together only from a day scarce... But they had a great wish of talk, instead, of hear the voice of the other, of know more of the other. She had a furious wish of know more on his life of general and of king and especially of solitary dark soul on the battlefields of all the world during the years when she had thought of has lost him. He had a similar wish of hear hers wonderful voice tell to him more of her.

Killer personally had a huge wish of reach finally his territory and spends with her every moment of his day without worries and complications, Alexis had simply the desire of ride again him as soon as possible and try to tame the legendary Wyvern, with the addition of a great wish of see him fight. Of see him covered of blood, of see him crush under his feet his enemies as in the more furious moments of the male as general... a thing that had always excited her to no end.

Riaku placed again in his place the little radio and went away a bit worried. "All regular, still at least an hour of march to reach the border. Sector K 1." It had been the last message of the officer of the first squad that he had sent on the footprints of his rival. But it was possible? After 36 hours and some minutes of escape, the terrible Wyvern hadn't really spotted his men, yet...? He was scared, admittedly... and worried. The Wyvern that he knew, was too astute and expert to be shadowed in that way... The black male was unfortunately almost sure that it was impossible. The temptation to launch earlier the operation and use the unit in second line to surround the two fugitives was huge... he was sure that something was wrong with the shadowing.

All the border of the sector K 1, a vulnerable tract of direct contact with Kendrew, was heavily fortified and supervised. Knowing their rough position, he had sent all his forces available in the zone for reinforce the line of defense and create an insurmountable obstacle. Behind the fugitives and the shadowing-squads there was a big unit of soldiers, ready for surround Killer and Alexis joining the soldiers already on the border and creating a deadly sack around the two rebels. Other soldiers were in movement from a base in the south, and other will be mobilized as soon as possible. But Riaku was still worried. Sometimes he had the thought that was better leave they go...

He was worried for the crucial moment of the operation, when his soldiers must surround Wyvern for cut to him every way of retreat. Was still too early for launch the operation... the distance was still to big, and his soldiers behind Killer weren't sufficient for create a credible trap in a so vast zone, without can establish a contact with the bigger force ready at the border.

But lose the contact in the last phase will be a disaster, compromising almost surely the operation, and leaving the lonely soldiers on the border in front of the scary general. And Riaku had really this fear. If Wyvern was conscious of be followed, he was surely decided to break the contact at the last moment and charge like a tank the border-post. Probably defeating every resistance.

Riaku walked along the corridors of the fortress absently, head full of thoughts and uncertainties... then he growled, remembering suddenly that, apart from have lost the nicer female of the fucked world, apart from have lost her for vantage of his rival, also his females were getting excited about the idea of the daring general...

Not confirmed voices had reported to Riaku that one of his maid, busy together with other in arrange the devastated room that was been of the princess, had found the shirt of Wyvern, and that simply piece of fabric was already begun a sort of idol for the excitation of a lot of females, impressed by the mess leaved by the white male and aroused by the idea of a huge warrior in their rooms. Irritating thing. Much irritating.

He had obviously ordered a search, but the maids and the females have hidden the thing of the offence really well and saved it with touching zeal. Riaku had only received from the maids a few big magazines of grenades that Wyvern had lost (probably because them were in customized pockets on the shirt, he had thought bitterly) and a promise that there was absolutely nothing else that was been of Killer in the fortress and that all the suspects in that direction were absolutely unfounded.

Riaku entered in one of his living rooms and reached a comfortable golden throne, sitting down with an irritated sigh. Two females reached him immediately with a deep curtsy and wide smiles, one placing on a table at side of the throne a bottle of champagne and some goblets. Riaku smiled, trying to erase from his mind the painful thought that they too have probably already drooled on the Killer's shirt dreaming of be rammed by him instead of theirs king...

The first female reached the back of the throne and begun immediately to massage the strong shoulders of the king with a wide smile, while the other poured to him a goblet of champagne. Riaku closed his eyes and smiled with a soft nod of thanks, drinking slowly the golden liquid and convincing himself that all was going well, that the military operation was going to be a complete triumph and that the females around him wanted only him, the legendary black lightning and no one else, hissing the voice that in his mind was screaming the name of the other legend.

He teased the first female, scratching softly under hers muzzle with a single claw and caressing slowly hers hip with one hand. The female almost closed her eyes with a complacent purr, moving slowly one hand on the powerful body of the huge male under the interested eyes of the other girl.

"You like it, huh, baby? Come here... is time for a little gift from the king." He said with dominant voice, driving the female on her knees between his legs and beginning to undo his pants with a predatory smile.

The female smiled and placed her hands on his bulky flaccid cock, caressing and then squeezing the great pole of still soft flesh and Riaku released a soft murr, his shaft beginning to grow in one of his majestic erection.

The male lowered his pants, freeing his rapidly hardening cock and the female grasped the huge pink shaft, beginning to rapidly stroke it with a purr of pleasure and desire, watching pettishly him directly in his eyes.

Sure... he was the legend, he was the big male, here. He was huge and strong, an able lover and he had a cock easily twice the size of the other males. Obvious that she wanted him, obvious that all his females wanted him, wasn't so?

He watched the female place hers mouth on his fully erected pink shaft, his venous cock towering in all his three feet abundant of hard, hot flesh, feeling with a wave of pleasure the tongue of the girl work slowly around his girthy length, hearing her moan of pleasure and noticing a shiver of lust in her body. The other female was still massaging his large shoulder, and now she was licking his neck, sometimes kissing him shyly on his muzzle... Riaku grinned, placing one hand on the head of the female that was working lovely on his huge penis and thinking with more conviction of be always the best. Yeah, the real male, the bigger one.

Riaku growled softly, beginning to pump slowly but firmly his massive cock in hers mouth and his mind depicted him victorious on Wyvern... then he had a new, great idea, feeling the DVD still in his pocket. The first night of Killer and Alexis, the betrayal of the female that he had so badly wanted as queen. The proof that the legendary white tiger was not so much, after all, in bed...

Somewhere in his mind a worried voice told to him that the things were not really so, and it was better watch that video alone... remain so, with the warmth mouth on his massive cock and the other female in anxious waiting for give to him the same treatment, enjoying the submission of the two nice girls... but his roaring spirit of dominative male was ordering to him of humiliate his rival, watching the video of his modesty in company of the two females that were worshipping him and his huge virility. Of give to his females the proof that he was the best and that also Wyvern, as all the other, was some steps under the great Riaku.

"Put this on, bitch... I want to see what has made mine rival with that cheeky bitch of Glacial." He said with a sneer, placing in the hand of the female behind him the little, shinning DVD.

The female walked slowly towards the huge television in front of him, a luxurious, last-model plant full-optional with a high definition flat screen big almost as the entire wall. The images were almost big as the real.

Riaku watched with interest the sensual femme walk forwards, following the movements of her firm buttocks and the lazy dance of hers tail, licking his muzzle when she collect herself in a crouch and opened the little door, inserting the shinning disk in and starting the system before return at hers place behind him with a wide smile.

Even the other girl, that was playing softly with the massive balls of the black male, rocking hers head back and forth along the thick shaft, moved herself a bit for can watch with the corner of the eye the images on the huge screen. Riaku let her do, a bit irritated of not have all hers attention but thinking that after all was better so... she too must see that he was the big male and not that impertinent half breed of Kendrew.

Riaku watched with infinite interest on the screen the princess of Glacial, impressed another time by hers divine beauty, his glance rummaging hungrily every coat of hers short, shinning white fur, every curve of hers perfect body and he speeded up instinctively his movements in the mouth of the female, ignoring the sounds of her gagging. The two females instead stared with tangible interest at the huge white male, one speeding immediately up hers pumping on the massive Riaku's cock and the other licking slowly hers muzzle almost without be conscious of what was doing.

The black male watched drooling Killer thrown away the bra of the princess, his eyes bulging in desire and admiration for hers wonderful breast, not noticing that his two females had begun to slowly move her hands on their vaginas, eyes fixed on the Alexis's hand that was squeezing the impressive abs of Wyvern and especially on the one that was slid in the obviously choke full pants of the white male... then they moaned when Alexis leaved the huge male at naked torso, following impressed every powerful muscle of his potent body.

Then Riaku growled, seeing for the first time the beautiful female naked, watching hers pink, wonderful gate still closed and amazingly tight losing saliva from his open mouth and beginning to furiously strike his huge cock in the moaning female between his legs... and then he watched with suspense the purring Alexis lower slowly the boxer of his rival, feeling the females around him breathless, in waiting...

The first thing that he noticed was been an insanely thick piece of black as the night flesh with a vein big as a finger on. He felt immediately himself uncomfortable, moving himself a bit on the throne, nervously, the pessimistic voice in his mind screaming again, stronger, that he was an idiot.

Then the boxer traveled slowly down along the muscular legs of his rival, and Riaku surprised himself lost on inches and inches of that black, huge cock, thinking that it was really too big... "Now it ends... now it ends"... But the cock of his rival finally become completely visible, a sight impressive and frightening. Still completely flaccid, Wyvern was much bigger than him fully erected...

Riaku fallen backwards against the back of the throne with a sound of rage, fury, exasperation and incredulity all mixed together, the time now passing again at normal speed after a few moments when he had had the feeling that it was motionless...

The male watched disbelieving and impressed Alexis pass a finger on the scary pulsating cock of his huge rival with a shiver along his spine and surprised himself whispering "Fuck" in the same moment that the female on the screen said the same. Female...

He shaken himself as he was just awakened from a nightmare, remembering suddenly that two females were with him and finding unsurprisingly them dumbfounded and with their hands immodesty placed on their special points.

Riaku growled, more against himself than everything else, and the females immediately turned towards him with worried glances...

"Go away, out from here, bitches. I will punish you later... you are obliged to the silence."

The two females leaved immediately with a deep curtsy and a last forbidden glance on the screen, leaving the furious male alone. Wyvern had forgot him, but also Riaku had forgot something of the huge white tiger... the black lightning stared at the immense growing black shaft on the screen, remembering painfully how many times he had seen the general in action. How he had could be so stupid?

Riaku growled, watching his two enemies on the screen go towards more serious things... and despite how much it hurts him, he can't stop the video and leave. Also if his spirit is screaming in painful rage, he can't remove his glance from the lovers. The black male finally sighed, watching the two fuck as he had never seen anyone else fuck, taking care by himself of his painfully hard, massive cock.

"It's time? You are going to show to me how you fight, now, after have convinced me so well on how you fuck?" Asked Alexis with a predatory smile for the huge male at his side, that was watching his little GPS receiver with a sneer of satisfaction on his beautiful features. The usual moron behind their shoulders had established the last visual contact just a minute before and Killer had growled irritated for this unwanted company... but now was coming the revenge.

"Yes, finally is the moment. You keep go forwards on this path, same rhythm and same direction... We are at less than twenty minutes of walk from the border. I'm going to run silently on the side and take care before of the arrears team of enemies and then of the nearer... as soon as I will have finished the work I will reach you and we will run forwards, bending 45 degrees south-west. With a bit of lucky, whit our rhythm will be out of this hell in a quarter of hour, exiting from their trap. All clear, colonel?"

"As the sun, general." She answered with a wide smile, kissing him on his cheek. "Make it bloody and spectacular, Wyvern... you know, I love you. And bloodstained, I love you more"

"You are insane." He answered playfully before run away across the forest for his maneuver.

"Fuck you, beautiful bastard."

"And so? Can you see them or not? I've a report to do!" Snarled the soldier sat down on a big root, in front of his radio, the receiver in his hand and his irritated glance fixed on the back of another soldier that was scanning the horizon with a binocular. Another soldier was at the side of the man with the glass and the officer, with a still more furious sneer on his muzzle, was walking back and forth nervously, the hands sunk deeply in the pockets of his dark green uniform.

"No, I can still see only the femme."

"Fuck you! The orders are clear: maximum attention, especially in the last phase... we can't transmit if we can't see also the male." Growled the officer waving a punch in the air threatening.

The other tiger watched again in the binoculars with a sigh. "Sir, probably the male is only cut off from my sight by some damned tree... the female is still on the same path and she doesn't show any sign of worry and I afford to say that just a few minutes ago the first team has reported that the two were still together."

The officer snarled, and then teased the soldier imitating his voice and repeating in a girlish tone his last words. "Find him. The first team is shit and his report is shit, too. I want only a certain visual contact of ours and no other else. Find him! I want to know where the huge bastard is!"

"Here is a good answer?" Asked a powerful, ironic voice behind them.

The soldiers shivered as if a freezing wind had hit theirs backs, but they don't fled. The two soldiers in the brush removed rapidly the safeties from their automatic rifles and turned immediately back. In front of their eyes, they found the giant Wyvern with a scary, 8 feet long sword in the right hand and the head of their officer in his left.

The officer, a muscular male in a dark green uniform absolutely perfect for order and elegance, was already dying, moving furiously but ever weaker his body for try to free himself. Killer had grasped his head like an apple and lifted the twelve feet tall military in the air without effort, leaving the unfortunate hanging from his hand, helpless. The frightening claws of the white tiger were sinking in his head, fine streams of blood already straining down along the cheeks of the officer, that was trying in vain with his hands of remove the fingers of the enemy, that was kicking the huge body without any result...

And then the soldiers closed their eyes in terror and disgust when the white hand closed, destroying literally the head of the officer with a frightening sound and an explosion of dark red blood. Then things become suddenly much faster, with the radio operator that jumped on, unsheathing his sword, ready for fight the white tiger that was at his side. But immediately a spiked, huge elbow flashed in front of his face like a lightning and smashed his muzzle like a fragile mask, long bone-spikes penetrating in him like knifes in the butter, emerging from the other side of his head and nailing him against the tree behind his back in another scary wave of blood.

The other two soldiers had received on their bodies the corpse of their officer commander, throw as a rag doll, and now they were rising again, still decided to at least try to fight, their bloodstained hands still ready on their rifles. But again they fail, too slow, the precious, fleeting moment already lost, and they found immediately in front of them Killer launched in the charge, the radio crushed under his foot, the sword ready for hit.

Matter of seconds. In the same, lonely charge, Killer thrown a sabre cut with a strength sufficient for cut down a big tree like a blade of grass, and the eight feet sword traveled across the neck of the first soldier, cutting easily his head. Wyvern landed with all his huge weight on the other military, his fangs infallibly aimed at the throat in a kill bit perfect in his bloody, scaring mastery.

Killer stood up with an amused snort, one bloodstained hand running to move away some tuft of his rebellious mane from his eyes. He tried to deny to himself that he was been much more vicious than the usual and he had made it much more bloody than the necessary, but he was too loyal for deceive someone. Especially himself... the feeling of the still hot blood was all over his muzzle, on a large part of his muscular chest, on his elbow and down his arm and obviously all over his right hand, where it was strained from the red blade of his sword. No, it was too obvious. He smiled a bit with himself thinking on how much easily Alexis was able of manipulate him... on what he was ready to do for see her smile.

Wyvern advanced again, careful but fast on the ground, Cobra ready in his hands, decided to be faster with the other team. He found it rapidly: other four soldiers that were shadowing from distance the wonderful silhouette of Alexis, advancing with a perfect formation. "Tactical column" for the military's manuals... a single file with a notable distance between a man and another for reduce the vulnerability of the team.

Killer snorted silently, erasing immediately the idea of use a grenade. Useless send a bomb in the middle of a tactical column for see maybe die one or two soldiers, but the other run behind the first cover, shooting furiously around.

Wyvern slid silently between the trees, eyes fixed on the four enemies, one hand running over the long silencer of his huge assault rifle for check if all was ok... and then, reached a favorable position on their side with the same stealthness of a shadow, Killer removed the safety and risen the weapon. Four shots rapidly fired one after the other and placed with admirable coldness in their heads and all was end. They had tried to disperse, but not fast enough.

Time was not on his side. He hadn't information on the position and the consistence of the enemy troop that was somewhere behind him... for be sincere, he wasn't neither really sure that there was an enemy unit. He had supposed his presence thinking on how he would act in a similar situation. Trying to enter in the shoes of Riaku. And he hadn't absolutely the intention of remain and wait for discover if he had imagined well or not. Wyvern ran immediately forwards, reaching soon the beautiful Alexis.

"Follow me!" He exclaimed without stop, brushing his hand on hers shoulder. He had just the time of notice with pleasure she lick slowly hers muzzle with a hungry glance on his body covered of blood. The two bended from the original direction for complicate the operations of the enemy, hoping of exit from the trap.

But a few minutes later they reached the end of the forest and slid silently behind some huge trees and lush brushes, lying down in a ditch with a silent curse under their breath.

The border was a wide canal, and on the side of Mottram, Riaku had made place a high electrified fence, so high that even Killer doubted of be able of overcome. But he could always open a way across it with a grenade against one of the high pier of steel. No, the real problem was another... on the road at side of the fence there was a huge convoy of enemies, motionless.

Wyvern traveled with his glance along the column. In last position there was a platoon of soldiers perfectly lined up, in waiting, each with a simple dark green uniform and an assault rifle. Then there was an imposing armoured vehicle, motionless but with the engine turned on, ready for move. It was a vehicle of at least thirty tons, tracked and with a body short, with the muzzle and the sides accurately tilted for increase the protection offered by the armor. Over the body, the vehicle had a remote-controlled turret with a Gatling operated, seven barrels cannon with a caliber of at least thirty millimeters. The gun was mounted on the top of the turret, his systems of elevation/depression and rotation under the barrels, protected by heavy plates of steel. Under the threatening mouths of the gun, the turret had a great, circular optic of aiming, probably with a thermo sensor or at least an infrared nocturnal view system and still under there were six pneumatic grenade-launchers, each armed with a smoke or a frag bomb.

Killer had quite a few vehicles of that kind in his army, and was more than conscious of their terrible fire-power: the Gatling gun was able of shoot about 4900 projectiles in a minute, each with the power of impact for perforate quite a few tens millimeters of steel. Besides, in the rear of the tank's body there was space for carry six soldiers fully equipped or a long tape of munitions for integrate the almost 1500 projectiles normally placed in the turret.

Immediately ahead the tank were in column two huge, eight-wheels armored trucks, each with a load of at least twenty soldiers. Fortunately, they hadn't windows for shoot from inside the vehicle. It was only a protected vehicle for troops transport. In any case, each truck was also equipped with an heavy machine gun that a soldier was maneuvering, torso out of the vehicle from a door in the ceil.

Lined up at side with these vehicles there were a dozen of steel monsters. Soldiers with on bulky armoured uniforms of steel and Kevlar with complete ballistic protection. These were probably on loan from the units of EOD, Explosives Ordnance Disposers and surely able of protect also from slivers of grenades and explosions near. These soldiers were obviously slow and clumsy and armed only with a light machine gun pistol, but they were really die hard soldiers, with that armor on.

Ahead the truck was a six wheels light armoured jeep with a strange structure of bullet-proof glass in the rear section, covered of aerials. Obviously a mobile command post... a few radio operators were working furiously on some radios inside, talking with an obviously impatient and irritated colonel across a carelessly open door of the jeep. The officer was leaned on the side of the vehicle with his back and was visibly furious. Killer understood immediately that they were trying to get information about the two destroyed teams of advanced observation... the trap was activating, even if with troubles and uncertainties. Time was running.

At the head of the column there was another tank with the same Gatling gun of the other. Killer cursed silently, hand running for removes the safety of the Cobra, eyes on Alexis.

"I've never thought of find a similar army ready for us." He whispered. "And I don't knew that also Riaku has combat-vehicles and high military technologies in his army." For the tigers, in fact, usually wars were fight only with infantry and often only with swords, spears and similar weapons.

Armoured vehicles, tanks, artillery and all the modern warfare hardware was often considered dishonorable, because was a widespread thought that it reduces the warrior's spirit and most of the beauty of a battle, placing a moron with a gun at the same level of a huge tiger with impressive mastery with swords. In any case, years and years ago, ever more often challenged by other species perfectly equipped with fire arms and decided to establish their superiority, also the tigers had introduced the use of the fire arms. Is not so real that they level every difference between the warriors... the proof is that tigers are still owner, and that there are huge differences also between tiger and tiger.

Vehicles and high war technology are another story. There were still only a few kingdoms equipped with those sections of the army, and all the others were still convinced that there was no honor in fight from behind a thick wall of steel or bullet-proof glass. Killer too had thought this for a lot of time, even if he was well conscious of the huge potential of tanks and technology.

But when he was still general he had begun studying it for learn how to fight victoriously against them, then he had accrued a passion and he had ended up founding the First Armoured Cavalry Regiment of Kesteven, a new unit that he had cuddled like a son and modeled for be decisive on the battle field. With the time, he had then founded also the Second Regiment and used them at the sides of his infantry in every battle with impressive effects. And he had learned that when yours enemy has heavy anti-tank guns, tanks and missile-launchers, tank-crews must have the same bravery of the infantry and theirs mode of fight the war is honorable in the same way, too. So, also as king of Kendrew, he had immediately introduced all the better equipments also in this compartment.

"He can seem an idiot, Wyvern, but he is not so much, actually." Answered Alexis with an amused smile. She was peaceful and self confident... and she was watching him amused, with deep interest. Killer was sure that she was happy of can see him fight in a so bad situation, without any worry about the risk of die. Not for him and neither for herself... the huge male smiled a bit, thinking ironically that he had found someone still madder than himself. He had always loved the desperate battles and the hardest duels... loved the challenge of smile at the Death for see how many times he was able of seduce her and go away alive.

"Ok, Alexis. I'm going to shoot mine grenades along the convoy for create chaos and panic and then I'm going to charge all these nice peoples and try to open a way for a clean retreat. I want you for give to me a strong cover of fire... make they keep their heads low, ok? Especially, place a bullet in the optics of these Gatling guns. At least they will shoot at random, without see what's happening around." He whispered in her ears, watching her nod slowly with a smile.

"Sure... it's my pleasure." She answered with a predatory smile, lining up in front of her all hers magazines, the heavy sniper rifle Grifon ready in her hands, the machine gun pistol placed at hers side.

"Well, it's my duty remember to my soldier that there are huge probabilities that we are going to die. If you want to leave, I will let you... let you also if you decide to return to Riaku." Said firmly Killer, with a bit of hesitation well hidden.

"I don't slap you only because I love you too much. I've never leaved and I'm surely going to fight this time especially. And if we have to die, if we must die... better die so." She answered firmly with a proud glance.

"Honored of have had you at my side, Alexis." He said with a serious face, watching the vehicles from a hole in the brush... but then he smiled largely, with a soft laugh. "And under, and over and... you know... everywhere."

Alexis kissed him on his cheek with a grin. "Honored of have had you with me, Killer."

"Let's going on, then. The show must go on."

"What means "we have no contacts"?" Asked furiously the colonel, throwing an irritated punch in the fender of the huge jeep and a threatening glance at the radio operator inside the dome of 5 inches thick bullet-proof glass across the open door.

"The first team has done his last report in perfect time, but the second has missed the appointment. No reports from the second squad from forty minutes... when they were supposed to do theirs report ten minutes ago. We have tried to contact the first team, but no one has answered. We are still trying." Reported quietly the other.

"They are dead?" Asked the officer with a cold voice.

The other opened his mouth for answer, but then the two noticed with a shiver a little dark object fly between them and enter with admirable precision in the vehicle from the door. They know immediately what it was... but too late in any case.

The grenade exploded inside the jeep, killing immediately every man inside and destroying everything. The dome imploded, and the thick panels of bullet-proof glass fell away, on the ground, completely full of cracks but still intact.

Immediately after, seeming almost in the same moment, a grenade exploded precisely against the little turret on the ceil of the first eight-wheels truck, killing the gunner and sending burning slivers inside the armoured vehicle, bending the steely plates and opening also some holes. Probably the grenade had killed also some soldiers inside, across the light armor.

The same happened with the second truck, and then another grenade hit one of the huge pylons of the trench and the explosion broken it in two parts, the upper section falling in the canal with a metallic, hateful whimper and hitting heavily the calm water. The thick electrified cables snapped, opening a large passage and hissing in the air like deadly whips before hung down powerless and no longer threatening.

Hit the two tanks was absolutely useless. They were too armored for being damaged by simple HE frag grenades, even in the more vulnerable part, the turret with the Avenger Gatling operated guns. Instead, the other two grenades landed in the middle of the platoon of soldiers that were running for reach a cover and begin a defensive action, still surprised and without a clear idea of what was happening. The two explosions caused still more chaos, killing a good number of warriors and hurting with a rain of burning slivers...

The finger of Killer runs expertly on the little lever ahead the trigger, pushing it with a soft and easy touch while he lowered his head under the cover of the brush. Immediately, the empty magazine of transparent plastic fell on the ground from his position in the advanced handle, and the hand of Wyvern was already on his chest...

"Fuck..." He exclaimed with low voice, closing shut his eyes for a moment, remembering, when his hand grasped only a few white coats of his mane... The other magazines of grenades were in some customized pockets on his shirt... that was somewhere in Mottram.

Immediately, the two turrets of the tanks begun to turn towards their position, shooting furiously. A downpour of huge piercing projectiles begun to hit the wall of trees at the side of the road, at head's level.

Killer and Alexis gathered themselves still more near at the ground, trees and brush of every size seeming to explode around and over them as in a self destructive complete irrationality, throwing slivers of wood and foliage everywhere. The male covered immediately affectively her, parrying with his muscular back every branch or trunk, sustaining his heavy body with his arms, not weighting on her that was aiming with hers rifle.

"Now is really not the right moment, Wyvern." She exclaimed playfully, shooting rapidly two bullets precisely in the circular aiming-optics under the threatening Gatling, destroying completely the vulnerable eyes of the two steely monsters. Killer, with his arms at her sides and his body hanging as in a bending over hers, snorted amused.

"With you is always time." Answered him rolling away on his hip, the enemy's guns shooting at random, without a sight and by now firing on a zone some meters away from their position, destroying uselessly a good part of the forest.

In the convoy, the phase of chaos was end. Soldiers were reaching covered positions on the other side of the armoured vehicles, shooting on the thick vegetation and searching the contacts, rummaging with their eyes the shattered forest.

Alexis grasped a grenade from hers belt and torn easily the safety with her claw, launching the small metallic cylinder with a perfect, elegant parabola just between the feet of the soldiers that were running down from the open armored door of the first eight-wheels truck. The vehicle was on fire, smoke and flames exiting from the door on the ceiling, where was abandoned the corpse of the gunner. The femme watched with a predatory sneer the explosion and the soldiers mowed down on the blood stained road.

But Killer noticed immediately that the specialists with the bullet-proof armors were advancing towards the trees for search them. From behind, the other soldiers and the two tanks were giving a heavy support-fire, even if still at random. That was really a nasty thing... even if from so near, even his heavy machine gun was almost powerless against the slow, awkward armored soldiers.

But then he noticed a last grenade on the belt of Alexis. A little green cylinder with initials well known... "White-phosphorous grenade. Excellent." He exclaimed with a smile, grasping the lithe object and preparing the launch. "You are able of hit this when I will say to you?" He asked with a glance across the foliage of the brushes, on the steely armors ever nearer.

Alexis nodded silently, eye already on the optic of hers rifle, finger ready on the trigger... Then he suddenly launched the grenade and it flew over the advancing enemies...

"Now!" He exclaimed, and Alexis shot a single bullet with scary accuracy in the deadly can... it immediately exploded with a blinding light, throwing all around a wave of fire. The sticky phosphorous landed on the soldiers, on their armors, in flames, burning like hell and heating up in intolerable way the unlucky tigers inside, entering in the small spaces of intersection between a plate and another and beginning to kill or put ko the enemies.

Exploding perfectly over their heads, the grenade had watered with fire almost all the advancing soldier. Killer watched them fall on the ground screaming, someone already dying, other trying ridiculously to run towards the canal... a few reached the river and without think jumped in the water, drowning rapidly for the weight of the armor, the few unhurt hesitating, surrounded by comrades died, dying or in agony for the fire and by puddles of flames in the grass.

"Now we must play at the old way..." Growled Killer with a fast check on his assault rifle. He was lacking of grenades, but the transparent magazine was still full with the tape with one hundred golden projectiles, the safety removed and the selector pointed on "Three shots burst". Other two magazines were attached at his belt together with his scary swords. "Give to me all the support-fire than you can! Oblige them to keep low their heads!" He ordered firmly at the female that was already shooting with hers machine gun pistol against some soldiers behind the first tank, ignoring the bursts of the enemy all around.

Killer rolled away in the low ditch and jumped out from the brushes quite a few meters away on the left of the Alexis's position, not giving at the enemy information about her position. Immediately, furious bursts begun to hiss around him, all the soldiers immediately attracted by the enemy finally visible, only the tanks still shooting at random, moving their Gatlings from side to side in short but deadly bursts.

Wyvern ran forwards, shooting with the Cobra against the long column of vehicles, zigzagging for reduce his vulnerability... and noticed with pleasure three careless soldiers expose too much themselves for try to hit him being mowed down by a perfect burst of Alexis.

The huge male ran directly towards the survivors in armor and faced them growling, shooting furiously with the Cobra, the long projectiles hitting the steely plates from just a few meters and then from a few feet of distance, with scary little explosions of smoke at every impact... the soldiers fell on their backs for the violence of the shots, almost all killed, surely badly wounded, and then Wyvern reached them and knocked down one of them with a furious kick on the side of the legs, using the few survivors as living shields, a tempest of "friendly" bullets in their armored backs as well than in their chests...

Alexis changed fast another magazine and killed immediately another soldier, hitting the head that he had exposed from behind the muzzle of the second tank for aim at the white male... Goddamn, Wyvern was impressive. Scary. Fast and apparently fearless... he had charged with incredible cheek the slow, heavily armored warriors, facing their machine gun pistols as they were toys, shooting like a Vulcan and then knocking down the remaining, kicking and punching the thick plates of steel like beating on a paper's sheet, sending them immediately to hell with a one way ticket.

And then she watched him enchanted meanwhile Killer ran again forwards a few steps with a speed absolutely amazing for a similar giant, shooting... and then with a somersault he landed elegantly abdominals down on the road, Cobra already against his shoulder and shot three bursts before be again on his feet, running forwards like a tank.

Shooting furiously against some soldiers that were trying to exit from the second damaged truck, she watched him with the corner of hers eye, impressed. She was been trained for that move. She had trained other soldiers to do it... but damn, she had never seen a similar thing. When his instructor in the Glacial's army had explained her the "Reaction of Effectiveness at the Enemy Fire", she had found it easy. You run forwards a few steps, lie down on the ground for exit from the aiming sight of the enemy and shoot before run again. But hers thought was changed brutally already in the exercise, when she had must do it against a shooting heavy machine gun. With real bullets. But that was training...

Especially in hers first real battles, she had fought for try to do it... but nothing is like being shot. When projectiles run all around you, hitting the ground around your feet and filling up your head with their noise, all what you can think and wish is take a teaspoon and dig a hole where hide yourself... so, as almost every other soldier in the armies of the world, she often had thought that the REEF was only an incredible bullshit, even if she had used it more than a time and trained also hers soldiers to do it. Now she was cold and strong enough for do it correctly...

But he was different, incredible... he seems to be absolutely fearless, cold as the Death even under that flow of burning bullets. She knew that neither he wasn't fearless... bravery isn't don't have fear. Is dominate the fear and use it as an additional fuel for yours capabilities. Who haven't fear is only a reckless, not a daring. He, as her and maybe a few others in the world, was able of enjoy... of adore the feeling of challenge the Death, the feeling of the bullets in the air, the whispering of the swords all around, of love also the fear. Able of feel the thrill of the fight run in the coldest blood in his veins.

And, goddamn, he seemed to be born with an assault rifle in his hands. No matters what he was doing, jump, run or whatever... the rifle was always placed solidly against his shoulder and the eye on the aiming sight. And every time he hit his target. Every time, like a scary machine, placing his bullets somewhere on the lethal T of someone.

She seen a soldier reach the rear of the second tank and lift a receiver... she immediately understood the risk. In a little niche there was surely a phone connected with the three men of the crew buried under the thick armor of the vehicle and the soldier was trying to give to them indications on how use the Gatling in a constructive way and not wasting ammo stupidly. The last enterprise of a smart man. Alexis shattered his head with a single bullet coldly placed between his eyes. "I have my points, too." Grin the femme.

Killer rolled a last time, stopping in a crouch against the side of the first tank with an amused snort, out of the enemy's range of fire and validly protected by the accurate shots of the blond sniper. He grins and then jumped on the tank easily, using the armoured turret for hide himself, the bullets screaming furiously in their useless impacts against the steely plates on the other side, the Gatling still growling, shooting towards the forest and mowing down only trees. Wyvern grasped the turret with his hands and dueled against the power of its electric motors with his own huge muscular strength.

Alexis watched him make strength against the turret with an amused grin, eyes traveling on his huge bulging muscles with definite interest, until the turret begun to move, the engines defeated by his brutal strength. Goddamn... he was all for her. Hers love, hers erotic dream and also not erotic, strong as no one else, bastard the sufficient and... well, if she must choice a mate for a desperate mission, he was the best choice possible.

Killer snarled, forcing again forwards, and the motor under the turret probably exploded for the effort, leaving finally him free of turn the Gatling towards the trucks behind the tank with a vicious grin and a frightening roar.

The first armored truck, already on flames and abandoned, lasted just a few instants under the rain of long piercing bullets, just the time for the projectiles of break completely the muzzle of the vehicle and reach the fuel tanks, destroying all in a formidable explosion. Killer maintained the gun pointed in the same direction, watching with a cold, amused grin the hurricane of huge armor-piercing bullets thunder furiously against the second truck across the high flames of the first destroyed vehicle... and then the projectiles cross the target from side to side, screaming against the thicker armor of the last tank.

The hit armored vehicle begun to turn rapidly his turret for answer, but Killer easily grasped the Gatling, pointing it easily like an oversized machine gun directly against the moving turret. A series of holes begun to appear on the steely plates, running upwards until reach directly the gun and shatter every mechanism of the weapon, who stopped his growl, the seven barrels still rotating ridiculously for inertia, by now powerless. Wyvern growled, moving the Gatling towards the soldiers that were shooting against him from their positions behind the wrecks on fire of the vehicles, eyes fixed on the bloody massacre of that rain of steel...

But a brave soldier run forwards with a spurt and grasped the receiver of the phone in the fender of the tank, screaming madly of cease the fire. Alexis thunderstruck him with two bullets in his chest, but too late. The gun that Killer was moving ceased immediately his fire and the huge male growled furiously before torn directly apart it from the turret, destroying easily every connection and snapping the tape of huge bullets, ripping the metallic tubes of the hydraulic system like blades of grass and launching the huge cannon against the soldiers before jump again on the ground at the other side of the vehicle. "Or me, or no one else." He said with an irritated sneer.

Alexis watched Wyvern fire with his huge assault rifle from behind the tank. The enemies were only on the other side of the same vehicle, just a few meters of distance... she shot furiously, only a magazine still available apart from the one that was already inserted in hers machine gun pistol, mowing down with a sneer two geniuses who tried to turn around the tank and take his love from the side. And then she opened wide her eyes in surprise, seeing the huge male place on the ground the Cobra and grasp the thick plate of steel that was the side of the tank, a protection for the vulnerable suspension of the vehicle... disbelieving, she covered him with hers fire, seeing also from hers position the male grit his teeth, his muscle bulging frightening...

And then Killer growled, pulling with his huge strength with a smart movement, and the tank seemed to jump, suddenly... the huge vehicles flipped in the air, turning upside down like and oversized steely toy and Wyvern slide away, rolling on his side, taking again in his hands his rifle and shooting a furious burst against the frightened soldiers suddenly visible and vulnerable, chocked by that brutal demonstration of huge strength. Goddamn, that was impossible, right? A nightmare... he can't throw away a tank... no one can... or not?

Alexis had difficulty trying to follow the fast and impressive move of his male. In a second, all was end. Killer was rolled away until reach the cover of the blackened wreck of the first truck, still on flame and she had seen different enemy's legs explode in frightening bursts of blood, bodies falling on the ground before see the huge tank land with a terrible rumble on the unlucky, wounded warriors and slide a bit in the soft mud of the inclined shore of the river, crushing under his weight a few screaming men and pushing a good few others against the electrified fence in a frightening thunder of deadly high voltage current.

She watched impressed the tank, lay down on his left side, suddenly ridiculous in that absurd position and without a threatening Gatling gun on... and Killer had easily taken that huge monster of steel and overturned it like a bike! Alexis grinned, ascertaining another time that every story and legend about the general Wyvern was surely true.

Killer bended his head under the cover of the twisted steely wreck, on his back the heat of the flames still alive in the rests of the truck. He wasn't aware of how many soldiers they had already killed, but the racket of the shots and the rumble of the bullets against the steel behind him was still far too strong for think to be able of reach alive the other side of the river. These soldiers were well trained and equipped. They have absolutely no intentions of arrive at a close combat with him... they known that fight him with swords or try to defeat him in hand to hand was a suicide, no matter how many they were. And Wyvern was well aware that neither him could charge a wall of shooting rifles without be killed. He watched in the magazine... across the transparent plastic, he seen maybe fifty bullets. Probably less. And he had no other magazines. That was the last.

Alexis pulled again the trigger, but she already known the reality. The last bullet was already in the head of one enemy on the ground on the other side of the road. The machine gun, in fact, remained silent, the shutter spurting in vain... "Fuck you." She snarled, throwing away the lithe weapon and unsheathing hers two huge automatic pistols. "Hold on, handsome. I'm coming."

Killer jumped on his feet and shot another furious burst towards the other side of the tank until hear the weapon spurt in vain, starving for other bullets. Then Wyvern bended immediately down again and placed the assault rifle on his shoulders, unsheathing with a low growl his two twin swords. Then he risen his glance again and seen Alexis run out from the forest with an expression of feral determination, heedless of the numerous shots immediately sent towards her. Killer watched the femme with a worried glance, biting a bit his lower lip, ready for exit and charge for cover her... but it wasn't necessary. Alexis ran like a gazelle with a smart and unpredictable zigzag and reached finally him with an elegant somersault, finally behind a solid cover of steel.

Alexis watched him with an amused smile, taking a deep breath. "Tapes end."

Killer nodded, eyes shining of relief in having her at his side, unhurt, and he repeated mechanically hers message, gritting his fangs. Tapes end... usually are the gunners to say it, seen that are the machine guns to be feed with tapes of bullets. But in the armies of everywhere it means generically "No munitions" and is used by everyone. Is not a good thing to hear, but Killer was used to it.

Wyvern turned towards the end of the wreck that was theirs lonely shelter, swords ready for his charge, but one hand of Alexis squeezed gently his muscular left arm and he turned back to her with his eyebrows arched in surprise.

"I've liked that number with the tank. I love you." She said with a smile.

"Me too." He answered with an affective, amused smile. "Next time what you want? A bigger tank, a truck or what?" He added playfully, turning again towards the corner.

"I was thinking to a warship." Exclaimed her ironically, checking her two pistols. Killer laughed a bit, then turned back and watched the overturned tank, narrowing his eyes, thinking. "We will see, huh? Now cover me... I've another idea."

Wyvern rolled again towards the tank, then jumped on his feet and grasped again the plate of steel of the side of the vehicle and, with a thought for the three terrorized men of the crew that were still closed in the vehicle, too scared for try to exit, he torn away the entire plate, throwing it on the ground. Then he grasped the track and tear down that, too, snatching one of the steely elements and forcing it in the long plate, bending the steel easily with his bare hands and shaping a solid handle.

Alexis watched him return at hers side with that huge plate of steel used as an oversized shield, much bigger than him and perfectly useful for protect them both.

"That seems a rough "scutum", Wyvern. The shield of the ancient Roman legionaries." She noticed with an amused grin for the blood stained male.

"The concept is that. But scutum was wood, not a useful, thick armored plate. And then, I've said to you that we were going to play at the old manner." He answered with a soft laugh. "Remain behind me, ready. When I low the shield, shoot with your pistols. Good luck!"

Killer charged forwards with the shield, high more than twice his height, in front of his powerful body, hold with the left hand, the eight feet sword in the right and Alexis ready with two heavy handguns immediately behind his muscular back. Immediately, leaved the cover of the wreck, a frightening roar filled their ears, a rain of bullets against the shield. The two lovers answered with theirs roars... and they had at least one advantage. The soldiers were scared stiff by these two deadly warriors that had killed so many men and destroyed their armored vehicles like toys.

Wyvern ran forwards, feeling the hits of the enemy's fire against the plate of steel in his hand and then feeling an indeterminate number of bodies against it... he growled, keep pulling, and feeling with satisfaction the vain effort of the enemies on the other side of the shield for try to stop him. And then an assault rifle overcome the edge of the plate, shooting at random and he immediately answered with his sword, cutting easily the arm with the weapon and forcing a sink forwards with the blade, feeling the sharp point hit...

Immediately, he lowered the shield, tilting it horizontally instead of vertically... in front of him, a soldier were dying, Wyvern's blade sunk in his chests. Another was on the ground, almost cut in half at waist-height, a third was in the arms of a scared comrade, crying in panic, his right arm lacking of the hand and a great number was still behind, in a confused crowd.

Killer thrown a fast sabre cut forwards, killing easily some soldiers in a wave of dark blood, feeling Alexis growl, her handguns barking two times each near his ears and he saw four other soldiers falling immediately on the ground, each with a scary, bloody hole in his chest. Tilting again vertically the shield, Killer thought with a grin that she was the better mate never wished... in all the senses. Apart from be his love, his erotic dream and better company... goddamn, she was the better shoulder possible in a gunfire.

He ran forwards again, using also the heavy shield as weapon, apart from mobile shelter. For him it was light... but for the enemies it was a deadly plate of steel thrown against their bones. Against their skulls. And he repeated the same move, with Alexis another time ready at the right moment, shooting like a demon. One, two, seven shots in rapid succession. She was born with those weapons in her hands... like he was born with swords.

But the third time, the enemy was better organized. Killer got two smear shots, two bullets hissing too near at his muscular body and leaving two fine wounds, one at his right shoulder and one on his left hip. He keeps charging forwards, with a sneer of rage more than pain, Alexis shooting again and again...

Killer seen a soldier raise his rifle against him. Right in front of his eyes... in the same moment, the shutters of the Alexis's guns spurted in vain near his ears. And in a fraction of second, he was raising again his shield in defense... it will be never fast enough... the soldier smiled cruelly, his finger pulling the trigger...

And then Killer saw a huge silver pistol shatter the muzzle of that soldier, turning down the insolent, cruel smile of the small tiger that had thought of can kill the legend and sending the male knock out immediately. A moment after, the shield was again in front of Wyvern and the soldier was unconscious on the ground. Killer crushed his head like a tomato under his foot with a vicious growl.

"Tapes end." Exclaimed Alexis with a curse, grasping the rifle of the killed soldier on the ground, with a fast glance at the shattered head with the skull in crumbs under the foot of the huge male, red of blood. Her hands checked rapidly the weapon and then she leaned out from behind the right side of the steely plate and shot furiously until finish all the bullets.

They charged again, together, fighting like one only body, one only soul, gaining ground on the platoon of enemies. But their situation was desperate, and they both knew that. The enemy was well trained and despite the terrible loses, the blood and the corpses on the ground and their powerful fighting vehicles destroyed or powerless, they don't give up. A lot of enemies would run away screaming in front of a similar show of strength and lucid, cold fury... those don't.

The two lovers were still fighting with a big group of enemies while another formed two lines in front of them. The soldiers of the first line were knelled down, the second line standing on his feet, the rifles aimed, firing, one line after the other in a continuous, heavy attack.

Killer snarled, freeing his sword from the corpse of his last victim, watching the Alexis's eyes. She too had in her hand hers sword and was by now largely covered of blood. They were by now surrounded by corpses on the ground, the only sound, the metallic yells of the "shield" that Wyvern holds, hit again and again by bursts of projectiles. Far away from be a romantic situation, surely... and yet, Killer noticed how strange they were, understanding suddenly that he, seeing her fight and covered of blood, proved the same arousal that she felt every time watching him. Wyvern grinned a bit. They were strange, really. The opposite of the rest of the world. But they were together and they were happy, madly in love each for the other. What ask more?

She too watched him with a smile and Killer opened his mouth for say something, but suddenly an explosion hissed them. Wyvern felt a much stronger blow against the shield, a force that ran in his arm painfully and his glance travelled over the hundreds of bulges in the thick plate of steel. Immediately another grenade hit his shield. An enemy soldier was armed with a grenade launcher and was trying to pierce their last shelter... every bulge in the plate was a deadly sliver stopped. And just a few inches away from his head.

The two nodded, without a word, and begun to arrear. In front of fifty shooting assault rifles and at least one grenade launcher, neither they can simply charge. But furious, cruel yells of victory suddenly surrounded them. Wyvern watched careful at his left, over the wreck of the truck.

Finally they were arrived. He was right as always... and now, even if later than the predicted, the move designed by Riaku was done. They were surrounded. Another full platoon was arrived from the forest were all was begun and now the soldiers were running forwards, shooting furiously, for surround them and finish the work.

Wyvern bended down and embraced Alexis. They were behind the shelter formed by the wreck of the first truck and their damaged shield, in a still more desperate situation.

"We have reached the limit." Said Killer firmly, kissing her forehead and holding her tight against his muscular chest. She answered at his kiss, working hers muzzle against his own. They worked their tongues together for a moment, affectively.

"I've still no intention of say to you goodbye." She answered with decided voice and a determined grin. "We will live or die together. So don't neither say heroic bullshits like ."

Killer watched her with a proud smile. "Of course, I know. We will fight together. Die, together... sorry of have bring you in this shit."

"No regrets. My only place is at yours side... let's make this a page of Glory, at least."

A moment later, Killer thrown away the heavy shield, hitting precisely the lined up platoon at their side, broking the perfect formation and sending a lot of soldiers on the ground, a few badly damaged by the heavy plate of steel. Fast as lightening, Wyvern and Alexis were again on their feet, Killer with his eight feet sword and one of his twin blade, Alexis with the other twin swords of hers mate and hers own weapon. They charged forwards roaring, a frightening duo of deadly warriors covered of blood. Smiling in answer at the smiling Death.

But somewhere, behind his back, Killer heard the well known sound of a vehicle launched at full speed and then the music of two heavy machine guns and... god, how good was hear it... a grenade launcher. Wyvern turned to his right, smiling to Alexis. She smiled widely, too. She too had heard...

The two jumped on the ground, watching with furious joy a line of explosions upset the wood in front of them, destroying trees and brushes and killing the enemy soldiers, launching slivers everywhere around, causing chaos and panic and lifting a thick shield of flames, smoke and dust.

Under the furious fire of two machine guns and a deadly grenade launcher MK19, able of fire 300 grenades in a minute, the yells of victory of the Riaku's soldiers died immediately, replaced by screams of fear and agony. Suddenly, no one was shooting on the two lovers, every soldier too busy in search a shelter from the deadly hurricane of bullets and grenade.

"Last call for life, Alexis." Wyvern laughed in unbelievable relief.

Killer and Alexis jumped again on their feet and ran. Ran like never before. But towards the river, this time... towards the salvation. They reached fast the large hole in the electric enclosure and with a jump they reached the soft mud of the shore. From the other side of the river, three smoke grenade landed on the water, spreading a thick, large cloud for hide their escape, a lot of soldiers now trying again to hit them, despite the Hell of fire... but the two lovers jumped in the water and reached the other shore with just a few elegant strokes, perfectly hidden in the artificial fog.

Kendrew, finally. Home. "Welcome home, Alexis." Said Killer amused when they walked finally on the sure ground, embracing one the other. The male lifted her easily in the air, and she laughed before pull him down, make him fall on his back on the grass, two both laughing, no worries for their disastrous look. Despite the short bath in the river, two both were still covered of coagulated or almost coagulated blood, obviously apart from be soaked wet.

Killer kissed her hungrily, for long time, embracing her tightly on his powerful body, hearing her purr of pleasure and relief. And of desire... Already forgot everything, they were almost on the point of pass from kisses to more serious things, but one of theirs savers reached them timidly, stopped his advancing a pair of meters away on their side and carried out a perfect military wave.

"Your majesty... is better leave, now." Called the officer after an amused, embarrassed cough, still in position.

Killer opened just one eye and after a lazy glance on the embarrassed tiger, he ended comfortably the kiss with Alexis before stand up slowly together with her.

"Thank you, lieutenant. You have saved us..." He said firmly, with an amused, thankfully smile and an as much perfect wave.

The officer nodded, babbling something like "Duty and pleasure" with a long, dreaming glance on the wonderful Alexis.

The military was dressed with the usual smart and elegant black uniform of Gore-Tex that Killer had introduced, composited by a black jacket with a basilar bullet proof element for the chest and an high collar for defend the throat, black pants with large pockets, a multipurpose belt with pockets for radio, GPS, munitions and the ordnance's sword and tall, black combat boots. On his head he had a sand-color beret with a little running horse of silver placed on, lightly towards the right side. Alexis noticed on the shoulders of the uniform an elegant arched stripe of red fabric with embroidered in gold "Kendrew" and, just under, a coat of arms with the same horse of the beret, this time in gold on the red background. The golden inscription under the horse was "1° Fast Assault Regiment". He had obviously the ranks on the shoulders and an assault rifle in his hands.

Some meters behind the officer, was motionless an huge 4x4 with imposing wheels, a minimal coachwork of fine metallic plates painted with a mimetically scheme, bundles of four smoke-grenade launchers at every corner and with the driver's seat on the right, empty. The pilot was the officer, obviously... the passenger seat was taken by a smiling, bulky and muscular tiger with the same uniform, leaned on the solid castle of an imposing heavy machine gun mounted on a special circular support for aim the weapon. In the centre of the uncovered vehicle, high over the other position on a particular circular structure of metallic tubes that given a range of 360°, was installed the powerful grenade-launcher MK19, similar to a machine gun, but much shorter and stocky, almost ugly with his short, large barrel and the huge castle with the entrance of the tape of big grenades. The weapon was in the expert hands of a standing soldier with a decided glance and a cigarette in his mouth, placed in the middle of the tubular structure, with the ring of the weapon-supporter all around him. The large load-zone in the rear, as much uncovered, has three seats, pointed towards the rear of the vehicle, the central one empty, and the other two taken by other two soldiers, each with a heavy machine gun in his hands.

The official name of that vehicle was WMKRV, Weapon Mounted Kit Reconnaissance Vehicle. Ugly and tone deaf... and also too insipid. For the soldiers, in fact, that vehicle was the "porcupine", seen his huge fire power on all the sides, or, at the very least, it was "the car". It was extremely vulnerable, only a few plates of armor in the more vulnerable places... but the car was fast, agile and it gives to his crew the possibility of shoot in every direction, with the mounted weapons and or with their personal rifles. Used in the right way, a WMKRV is really dangerous for the enemy. Two platoons of the Riaku's army have just seen and felt that.

Killer and Alexis followed easily the young officer towards the jeep, just a few steps behind, still embraced, sometimes working peacefully their muzzles together or simply giving a fast, affective lick on the muzzle of the other, smiling.

The two soldiers on the rear jumped down from the high vehicle, reached the king and the wonderful femme with him and after a perfect wave they taken off their jackets and offered them to the two lovers.

Killer and Alexis smiled sincerely in answer, the male rising one hand in a kind wave of thanks, leaving the uniform at the soldier. It would be a difficult fit on him. The king was far bigger than the soldier, even without consider the problem of the deadly spikes on his shoulders, so remain at naked torso despite the bath in the cold water was the better alternative. Used to worsen condition and born in the very cold kingdom of Kesteven, he had no problem in any case.

Alexis instead grasped gently the uniform with a kind, elegant thanks and put it on, without close the zip. On her, the jacket was a bit too large, but not too much. Instead, seen hers amazing height, it was a bit too short... but Killer found amused that it seemed wanted. The black jacket leaved uncovered a good part of hers firm, muscular abdomen, in agreeing with hers soaked shirt, perfectly tight on hers perfect curves.

"Your majesty, you can take place here. I will stand..." Offered one of the two posterior gunners when they all climbed on the huge jeep. But again, with an accomplice, smiling glance in the eyes of Alexis, Killer answered no. "For us is more than sufficient this seat."

Wyvern sat down easily on the central posterior seat and makes himself at home, before take Alexis easily in his lap, placing gently his arms around her waist and leaning softly his head on hers shoulder. The blond femme put gently hers head against his and the male whispered in hers ear gently.

"Just don't move too much... let's try at least to reach the base, before fuck, huh?"

Alexis smiled, licking his muzzle slowly. "On condition that it's not too far..." Then the two laughed of true heart, meanwhile the officer, with an amused glance towards the grinning gunner at his side, turned on the engine and drove the vehicle along the shore.

Riaku switched off the huge television, panting hard. He was exhaust... a thing he had to admit. That video was the better and more impressive porn that he had never seen, without any doubt. Masturbating himself, he was come at least eleven times, often in the same moment of his huge, powerful rival on the screen, every time wondering on how the hell Killer could be so huge and powerful. His cock was surely about six feet long and abundantly proportionally thick, with a set of balls that for all the time had made him feel himself... tiny, or even girly.

And the Wyvern's orgasms, too... these were tempests. Riaku had never seen, never imagined that a single male could be able of shoot so much cum. In the video, Killer had shot so much seed all around that the room seemed the place of a huge orgy whit who-knows-many-males, not the background of the love making of a male and his girlfriend. Riaku had seen in the film a lot of jets of cum so big and so powerful that he had wondered if they were maybe even painful for Alexis...

And especially, he was exhaust, but the video was not finished, yet. The two were still going at full power, Killer still hammering hers vagina like an oversized pneumatic drill.

Riaku walked slowly with a deep sigh towards a piece of furniture with some towels for clean up a bit himself and stopped a moment for watch himself in a mirror. His own pink cock was flaccid, but impressive, his own cum splattered everywhere on his crotch and abdomen, up to his chest... he was always been a huge male, famous for his endurance, for his big shaft and his powerful orgasms. And now, he feels like a cub... his huge cock, of almost four feet when fully erected, seemed suddenly so... small and weak. Suddenly a phone on the table in the corner rang, awakening him from his sad, irritated thoughts.

Riaku reached it with a resigned sigh and lifted the receiver, hearing the scared voice at the other side and understanding immediately.

"You are still alive, Wyvern... this evidently was not yours time to go."