1 . Name: Aillia @ 2011-06-05 08:12

So, today I woke up and said "Bitch, I'mma write me a TF2 fanfic." Here it is.

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The REDs had been staring in disbelief the first time Assist showed up on their doorstep, believing it to be some BLU scheme to have them drop their guard around a pretty face. However, she held some convincing documents and a portable monitor displaying their beloved Administrator's pointed mug.

"Good morning, gentlemen. I trust you slept well." The Cruella de Vil-esque woman began. "If you haven't already turned her into Swiss cheese, I've a surprise for you. Meet Assist, your new assistant." The brunette holding the screen smiled.

"I trust you'll treat her well. She'll be tending to your…needs during the war: cooking, cleaning, and the like." There was a small smile on the woman's face as she drew from her cigarette and exhaled. "Try to get along." The screen went black. This was an experiment the Administrator had devised to see if eliminating distraction from the REDs would increase productivity (death rate) among the BLUs. The devilish woman hadn't been blind to the distraction sending a woman would cause, but this was all part of the experiment. Very scientific.

"Bom dia!" Assist continued to smile, but was met with suspicious glances. She extended a hand to shake with anyone who was willing. "It's Portuguese. It means good morning. I'm looking forward to working with you all."

Soldier was the first to firmly grasp the young woman's hand. "Welcome to the ranks, MAGGOT. I wouldn't have a woman fighting a man's war, but if you're doing woman stuff in the base all day, it can't hurt."

Assist quirked a brow. "Coma a sujeira, imbecil." Soldier's confused stare caused her to clarify. "It means I'm looking forward to ‘doing women stuff'." Soldier nodded and patted her back, not even noticing the incorrect translation as he carried on about the war and how she'd needed to be debriefed immediately.

Scout jabbed Sniper with his elbow, catching the taller man by surprise as the jolt shifted his hat to an odd angle. "'Ey, I'd like to debrief her, if you know what I'm sayin', eh wombat?" Scout laughed at his joke and headed back into the base after Assist and Soldier. He was excited to pass the news along to the team members that hadn't gotten up yet. Sniper didn't say anything. He adjusted his hat and made for the kitchen.

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In the beginning, things were rough. Assist continually got lost in the labyrinthine structure of the base. The giant red arrows and RED insignias did little to help. She had to adjust to Soldier's continual barrage of insults and yelling, Scout's come-ons, Demoman's drunken bouts, and Pyro's muffled babbling. (Honestly, how could anyone understand him? …or was it a her?) Eventually, things smoothed out and Assist felt that the team accepted her, despite her being female. The only real issue was the daunting tasks Assist took on: the laundry, the cooking, and the cleaning. Have you ever had to do the laundry of ten people, of which nine spent their days getting bloodied and beaten up in the hot sun? It does more than stink; it's lethal. This was a weekly, almost bi-weekly, chore for Assist, depending on how bad the battles got. Everyone, even for Pyro, entrusted Assist to laundry duties. Even the dubious Spy had finally given in to the temptation of having his suits cleaned for him, but not before giving Assist meticulous instructions and threats if a single thread on his Italian suits should be out of place.

Though these were tasks that the REDs were perfectly capable of handling, the Administrator had made it very, very clear to Assist that the men were to be focused on their fighting and not the menial chores of day to day living. The only downside that the men could find with their situation was that Assist made it damned hard to keep their minds on the battle that inevitably loomed around the corner. Today in particular, it was the way Assist was going about making dinner. Before Assist had shown up, making dinner was a chore. Each man wanted to make something that they were accustomed to. Scout usually wanted some kind of chowder (not that he could cook it very well), Medic frequented sauerkraut and Polish sausage (stank to high heaven), and the rest of the team made some kind of unholy mess that could barely pass as palatable, let alone edible, thanks to the hodgepodge of military-grade foods.

Assist had changed that entirely. Each night the men devoured something delicious. The Administrator had seen to it that Assist was able to make excellent meals. Tonight, they were having Moqueca, a tasty Brazilian seafood dish. And here Assist was, playing some fiery jazz that she softly moved her hips to, tasting the bubbling dishes on the stove-top. She'd never made 3 pots of it at once, but it'd be required to feed 9 hungry men. So far, the men had piled up at the door, waiting for Assist to cue them that it was time to eat.

It had become an unspoken rule that they weren't allowed in the kitchen until everything was ready. (This was due to an incident involving an individual devouring food meant for 10 people. You know who you are. Don't do it again.) Anyone who was stupid enough, or hungry enough, to violate this rule was pelted with a slew of Portuguese cursing. But hungry eyes were staring at more than just the simmering pots. This was a war and if there was one thing men were missing during wartime, it was the company of women. And out here in the desert, you didn't stumble across a woman very often. This isn't to say that the men gave her a hard time. No, they were happy for the help and the company of fairer sex. And though the temptation had waned considerably since they first met her, now that they considered her a teammate and not just a woman, the temptation was still there.

Assist hailed from Marilia, Brazil, and it showed. The music, food, and especially her accent reflected her homeland. She wore simple dark red pants and a lighter red racer-back tank with a lifesaver (the symbol for her class) emblazoned on the back. Assist had demanded that if she was going to be living with the men, she would dress like them too, despite the Administrator's urging that she wear some kind of dress or skirt. Long, wavy black hair was kept in a messy bun as she went about her duties, usually smiling – tonight was no exception. She wiped a little sweat from her face in the hot kitchen as she cooked. Satisfied with the way things looked and tasted, she called over her shoulder. "Venha comer!" Dinnertime. The men piled into the room, eager to eat after a hard day's fighting. The food was good and helped to lighten the mood as it always did.

It was the same thing day in and day out. While the men were fighting, she would be cleaning and laundering. When the men came home, after being patched up by medic (and sometimes before), they would be ravenous. Tending to each man's needs made her feel as though she'd popped out 9 fully grown, very dangerous kids.

One day, however, something snapped. It could have been the mess that had been left behind by last night's festivities. Something from Soldier about this being the 100th day in battle. It could have been the particularly nasty smell coming from the laundry room. She'd looked for the source, but just couldn't place it. It also could have been the fact that when she got to the kitchen, she didn't feel like cooking a thing. Not a damned thing. Hands on her hips, she tapped her foot. Something was off. Assist never felt this way. She'd been trained not to! It was a feeling of sheer, consuming rage.

"Yo, Assist! What's for dinner?" Scout had come along and was talking in his usually brazen manner. The question was normal for the kid. He asked it often when he felt like dicking around when other people had relieved themselves of his company.

"Nothing, if you don't get your scrawny Bostonian ass out of my kitchen." She practically spat the words. Scout didn't see it coming.

"Whoa whoa, what's eatin' you? I was just talkin'." The boy got defensive. Sure, Assist was a girl, but he didn't let people walk all over him, especially if he hadn't done anything to deserve it. Yet.

Assist exhaled. "I don't know, Scout." She emphasized the last word with deadly venom. He wouldn't like where this was going. "I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about it." The kitchen being her home turf, Assist picked up an impressive looking knife. She picked at dirt beneath her nails with the knife. "We wouldn't want you losing it, would we?"

Scout didn't like where this was going, in fact. He headed slowly for the door. "Wait, wait. Lose what now?"

Assist smiled. The knife sailed across the room and landed with a sickening thud into the door frame at eye level next to Scout. "Your head, dear boy. Call your teammates. We're all going to have a chat." He quickly bolted.

Chat was the last thing this train wreck could have been called. In fact, train wreck is exactly how it should be framed. First, there was some talking, followed by yelling, followed by screaming, and ended with Assist leaving the kitchen in a huff. No one followed. The men were stunned. It wasn't like her to go on a rampage. It wasn't like her to even get all that miffed. She had made it clear, however, that she wasn't going to be doing her duties for some time.

Engineer was the first to speak after the barrage of cursing. "Ah hate to play the role of typical male here, but," he removed his hard hat and smoothed out his hair. "You fellas think she's on the rag?" The Texan sighed, looking at the door Assist had just stormed out of.

"Ja, dat is a possibility…" Medic straightened his glasses. He hadn't been opposed to having a female team member, but now he was starting to wonder the logic in his choice. "However, ve must consider zhat she has never done zhis before." He sat for a moment more before standing. "Gentlemen, I suggest zhat ve vait it out." He was met with murmurs of agreement. What did that lot know about soothing women in a state of emotional distress anyway? It was best to let nature take its course and stay out of the way until it was done.

This, of course, was easier said than done. For days, Assist rampaged, far longer than a week. Everyone avoided her as best they could. Soldier and Demo rocket and sticky jumped as far from her as possible. Scout ran. Spy cloaked. Everyone attempted to make themselves look busy and faraway to avoid feeling the brunt of her wrath. Everyone except Sniper. It wasn't that he didn't want to avoid Assist, it was just that he wasn't going to go out of his way to do it. It was silly for a bunch of full grown men to be afraid of a girl who was barely knee-high to a grasshopper. (Assist of course is a robust 24 year old who stands 5'8".) He'd been fortunate enough not to run into her until now. Now he was in for it.

They'd met in the kitchen, an area that used to be pleasant for the both of them. It was pleasant for her because she got to help her comrades. She liked doing that. He knew she did. It was pleasant for him because it meant he got a decent meal every night. It was beginning to be something he painfully missed. Going back to his feeble cooking wasn't cutting it. So, Sniper bit the bullet. "'Ey, Assist." How could someone so pretty stare such frightful daggers? "You feelin' awroight? Noticed ya' ain't been as chummy as you usually are."

He'd gone in for coffee. She'd gone in for something else. He didn't know what as she had just arrived as he was stirring in a little cream. She looked a mess, like she hadn't been sleeping well: hair a mess, clothes wrinkled, eyelids looking a bit heavy. "I'll be a lot better once you get out of my sight." Ouch. The girl didn't mince words lately.
Sniper took it in stride. This had gone on long enough. Her fits had thrown the entire team into a state of upheaval. The REDs had been on a losing streak and any time they would win, it would be by the skin of their teeth. He sipped his drink, swallowed, and continued. "Yeah, how's about you just tell me what's makin' you feel so bad?" He leaned against the kitchen counter now, making it clear he wasn't leaving. This may not have been the brightest idea.

Assist had been standing with her eyes closed. She looked irritated, really irritated. A hand rose to scratch her bun softly before returning to her side. Her eyes opened. "Listen, you kangaroo humping, vegemite sucking, Crocodile Dundee wannabe. If I wanted your help in figuring out what's wrong with me, I'd ask you. That is, if anything were wrong in the first place. And if you really think that an imbecile like you could do anything about it, you've got another thing coming. You can't even hold your fucking rifle steady. So." Assist had taken the moment to give her shoulders and neck a roll, eliciting a sickening popping sound as she righted her head, indicating that she was more than ready for a fight. "Kindly get out of my face."

Throughout her rampage, a crowd of teammates had gathered to see what the commotion was about and see which unlucky teammate had to face Assist's wrath. Sniper had been quiet through the barrage. He'd even had time to finish his cup of coffee. He set it down gently, looked at Assist. "I think that's enough of your bloody nonsense. You're comin' with me." The Australian leant forward and hoisted Assist up and over his shoulder like a rag doll. The act had caught her by surprise, but didn't stop her from screaming.

"What the fuck, Sniper? Put me down! NOW!" She kicked. She screamed. She punched his back until she was sure he was bruised, but the gunman held on just the same.

"If you'll excuse us..." Sniper side stepped his teammates with his struggling cargo. "Someone needs a bit a' disciplinin'." No one argued. No one had seen it coming. Of all of them, Sniper seemed the least likely to do what he was doing.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Assist screamed at the rest of the group as she was being carried off. "Help me!" Needless to say, no one helped.

"He.. uh.. he ain't gonna hurt her, is he?" Scout piqued as the duo rounded a corner. Sniper was no doubt taking her back to his nest.

"Regardless," Spy placed a hand on Scout's shoulder. "'e looks as zough he intends to finish what ‘e ‘as started. Let zhem be." Spy hadn't the foggiest what the Aussie was up to, but he didn't intend to stand in his way.

-

The walk to Sniper's nest had been a long one, but he held a tight grip on Assists knees, his shoulder digging into her side to keep her from slipping off. "Awright now, Sheila. I'unno what's gotten into you, but I aim to get it out." Assist was struggling over his shoulder as he ascended the ladder to his nest, unafraid of the very real threat of him losing his grip and having her fall in this King Kong-esque scene. "Yeah, keep strugglin'. I promise ya, you'll be comin' out as meek as a lamb." He grunted with effort as he threw open the hatch and tossed Assist inside. Before she had even had time to right herself he'd closed the hatch and placed a heavy trunk on top of it as he usually did before battles started. Made it a lot harder for spies to get in that way. To add to how serious he was, he sat on the trunk, folded a leg up so his ankle rested on his knee, and sat there, arms folded. "Now wot's gotten you in such a pissy mood?"

"NONE OF YOUR DAMNED BUSINESS." Assist was livid. "Let me out!" She stomped over to Sniper and shoved him. At least that's what she would have done if he hadn't caught her wrists mid-shove and shoved her back twice as forcefully. She fell. Hard. She looked up at him, frustrated.

"If it's a fight you're wantin', I'll oblige, but since you insist on actin' like a child, I'll treat you like one." He continued to sit, looking as unamused as she was. "There's things I could be doin' with my time other than foolin' around with some Sheila who's off her rocker." He tilted his head, looking over the rim of his shades at her. "Start talkin'."

Assist started talking. With her fists. The struggle that followed was of massive proportions. Sniper's room was thrown into a state of upheaval. His coffee maker had crashed to the ground and shattered. Weapons that were safely mounted on the wall had fallen. One of his rifles had even been discharged when he had failed to get it out of Assist's hands in time. Jars of piss had broken and lay dangerously shattered in a corner of the room. Meanwhile, on his bed, Assist was sitting pretty. He'd had to resort to binding her arms behind her back and her legs together as well. The only thing he hadn't been able to take care of was that mouth of hers.

"É filho de uma puta vadia! Desata-me! Que raio lhe dá o direito de fazer isso? Soldado! Escoteiro! Espião! Ajudem-me!" She quickly snapped back to English. "Fucking untie me, you piece of shit! I'm going to fucking kill y--"

Sniper had been looking around the room for something /something/ to stuff in her mouth to keep her quiet. The entire time her mouth had been going a mile a minute and he had to have some peace. One of his spare gloves saw to that. There she lay, fuming, mumbling, and struggling against her bonds. He'd no idea how much time had passed, but he'd been effectively worn out. And his room was a mess. "Y'know, you're just goin' to hafta clean all this up when we're done." He chuckled at her intensified struggles and made a calming gesture. "Calm down. I'm kiddin'." He took off his hat and stroked his short hair back, leaning his head to scratch at his neck a little. What was he going to do with her now?

What was he going to do to her now? Was this all some sick game of his? She had no idea. Her chest was heaving from all the effort she'd made to escape, but she'd lost that battle. How the hell was she going to win the war now? She mumbled something.
Sniper had just gotten around to scratching his chin stubble and looked up. "Wot's that? Want me to take out the glove?" She nodded. "Oh, no. We're not doing that again. You'll get that glove out when I think you're calm."

Damn. Well, that didn't work. She rolled her eyes and turned from him. Surely he'd be giving up soon. It was starting to get dark. Instead, he began to pace. He was staring at her intently all the while. It was starting to give her the creeps. She mumbled again.

"Oh, don't you mind me," he began. "Just thinkin' of wot's the matter with you." He stopped pacing for a minute and sat on the edge of the bed. "I s'pose if Medic thought anything was wrong he'd've prescribed something by now." He looked over at her and smiled. "Or maybe you're just beyond the help of medici--" He suddenly looked at her very curiously.

Assist gave him a quizzical stare of her own, one laced with red-hot fury. She gave a miffed mumble. What the hell did he want now? What was he doing? Was he.. /sniffing/?
He was. He was sniffing the air rather intently, brows furrowing at what his nose picked up. He was looking around confusedly before looking down at Assist. "..wot in the bloody hell..?"

She stared at him incredulously. She mumbled and shook her head. Whatever it was he was thinking, she hadn't done it. For a moment she laid there, eyebrows furrowed in distrust as he stared at her.

His hands lurched out to grab her knees, quickly splaying them apart as his head lowered and his nose took in the scent of the area around her crotch. "Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle." The Australian's gaze met Assists and he smiled at her shocked expression. "You're randier than a ‘roo in heat."

She shook her head angrily, mumbling accompanying it. Did he REALLY think the cause of her anger was not getting any? He was a daft fool. Too many days spent glaring into the sun, she supposed. Kicking her legs in unison, she snapped her knees back together, starting to make an effort to sit upright.

Sniper merely continued to sit on the edge of the bed, smiling broadly. "Don't believe me, do ya?" He chuckled, realizing what he'd have to do. "Ya know, before I was a snoipah, I spent a lot of toime in the outback huntin', livin' off the land. And there's somethin' about livin' by ya'self that makes ya edgy. The slightest movement in the brush could be a predator tryin'a ambush ya. Leaves rustlin' in the distance could be a potential meal walkin' roight past ya'. But most of all..." He tapped his nose as he stood. "...a person's sense ‘a smell heightens." He had taken off his sunglasses and hat, setting them on nearby crate. "'Cause a nose alerts you to danger outside of your eyes and ears." He sauntered back over to Assist. "I know what you're thinkin', love. You're thinkin' I'm a daft fool."

Ouch. Nail on the head. Assist had to avoid his gaze at that.

"But this daft fool knows what's ailin' ya." He smiled at her gently. "And he's about to make it roight." Sniper leant down over Assist, his hand moving toward her mouth. "Now, I'll take this outta your mouth. I wanna hear what ya have to say ‘bout all this." His fingers delicately started to pull the glove from her mouth. "No screamin', now."

Assist welcomed the action. Her mouth was starting to get very dry. When the glove came out, she moved her jaw a little, easing the stiffness she felt in its hinges. After, she stared at Sniper for a moment. "I think.. you should untie me and let me go. Let me go now and I won't tell anyone this happe--"

Sniper quickly placed the glove inside Assist's mouth. He could see exactly where this was headed and had no interest in continuing. "Well, nice to know how ya feel, love. Now I'm gonna give ya somethin' to really scream about." He went to untie her legs. He'd need them wide open for what was about to happen.

Assist's chest heaved as she panted. This couldn't be happening. This shouldn't be happening. And here was Sniper getting himself comfortable between her legs as she kicked and screamed for him to stop. He'd be dead after this. She'd make sure of that.
Sniper didn't mind the kicking. In fact, he welcomed it. Females in the outback were always testing the strength of male suitors. Nature's way of getting the best genepool, he guessed. Either way, the females were more accepting after they were good and tired. "Here we go." He had managed to tie one leg to the foot of the bed. "And here's the otha'." The second followed soon after.

Assist's screams were doing nothing to deter him. Was that...was that a smile on his face? The bastard was enjoying this! She was feeling a little tired after struggling for so long. When had it gotten so dark? She glanced about the room madly trying to find something to tell her what time it was. How long had she been missing? Why hadn't anyone come to check on her?

"If you're wonderin', love, it's about 8:30. Been at this too long, but from the way you been actin', I think we'll be here a while longer still." With her feet and hands restrained, he crawled up her body from the foot of the bed.

She froze, wide eyes locking with his. The way he moved, the way he stared, there was something animalistic about it. It was frightening and infuriating at the same time.

"'Ey, love, don't look at me like that. I'm just tryin' to hel--augh!" Had she just headbutted him? Sniper rubbed his pained forehead. She had! He exhaled and nodded. He deserved that under the circumstances, but this job was one that was going to be done.

Assist saw stars after that last brazen attempt to stop Sniper. Regardless, the mercenary had hooked his fingers into the sides of her pants, slipping them down her waist until they bunched at her knees. She felt so furious, so hurt. How could someone on her own team do this to her? She clenched her eyes shut.

"Work with me, love. It'll be over soon." Sniper wished he had the option to shut his eyes and have this all be over. Instead, he slid a hand between her thighs. She flinched. ‘God, I'm an asshole,' he thought to himself as he gently carresed her inner thighs. She was tense and wasn't likely to relax.

He shifted himself to kneel between her legs, both hands going to work on one firm thigh. Damn, she was toned. The muscle was firm not because she wanted to knee him in the face, but because she was fit. Working to keep so many mercenaries happy does that, he guessed. He glanced up to gauge her reaction. Still cold.

Oh god, why did it have to feel so good? He was just massaging her thigh. The muscle was getting close to melting in his hands as he eased the tension away. Assist held her face expressionless, there was no way she would give him the satisfaction of her enjoying the sensation.

Skilled hands lowered to her knees now, stroking the soft expanse of space behind her kneecap. As he looked at her, smiling, he thought he saw the smallest hint of a smile. He knew it had to tickle. From there, he massaged her calves and then her feet, trying to make the experience as enjoyable as possible before he crawled back up her body, staring at her intently. "Love." He waited for her to open her eyes. "I know this.. ain't exactly what you want, but try to enjoy yourself, awright?"

There was less hate in her eyes now. She was tired and confused and refusing to be aroused by his administrations. She looked away.

His hand softly stroked her still-clothed crotch, gently running his hand across her pubic mound and to her lips. Fingers on either size squeezed to expose her clit, rubbing it ruthlessly against the cloth of her panties. Her leg twitched. Oh, he'd felt that. She was starting to break.

Had he felt it? She wasn't sure. She prayed he didn't. Her resolve was weakening and it was getting harder to keep from squirming and making noises. The glove in her mouth helped tremendously to hide her moans. She tried to move her mind onto other things to enrage her. Sniper had picked her up like a misbehaving child in front of the whole team! He insisted that her rage came from lack of sex as opposed to the work overload her body had been put through. And now here he was – OH GOD, WHAT WAS HE DOING?

Sniper had taken her clothed clit between his teeth and nibbled on it gently, tongue curling around it before he sucked on it hard. Maybe that would get her to ease up a bit. But enough teasing. He could feel himself starting to tent his pants from excitement. Her scent was driving him wild. Her panties were pulled aside as he closed his mouth over her opening.

It was so hot. How could his mouth be so unbearably hot? It was all over her now, slickening her pussy and making her insides squirm. Her knees couldn't help but shake a bit as he raked his tongue across her inner depths, fingers widening her to get more of a taste. Assist couldn't help but wonder if she tasted good.

His hands slipped underneath her rear to pull her up to him. She gave no resistance; this was a good sign. He angled his neck and gave a languorously slow lick from the bottom to the top of her cunt before he lifted his head. "For fuck's sake, Sheila, you taste amazin'." She opened her eyes at that, looking down at him. "Do you want more?"

He was giving her the option to stop? She needed to stop. She wanted to stop. There is no way in hell that she could now. He smiled and licked his lower lip. Quite a bit of her juices had made a mess of his mouth as though to say ‘Well? What's it gonna be?' She groaned inwardly and mumbled outwardly.

He slid up to lie alongside her, fingers teasing the tip of the fabric in her mouth. "Got somethin' to say, do ya?" She nodded. "Hope it's somethin' pleasant after the names you've been calling me today." She furrowed her brows. He was ruining the moment with his words, but his hand teasing a finger along her cunt kept her disposition amiable. "Gonna be a good girl?" She smiled as much as she could with a gag in her mouth, shaking her head. He chuckled. "That's wot I like to hear..." He released her mouth from its prison and quickly bent his head to recapture it. He had to.

Needless to say, it had caught her by surprise. She moaned appreciatively, however, and kissed him back, tasting and smelling herself on his lips and breath. The kiss left them both panting when it ended. "Could you untie me? I lost feeling to my hands a long time ago."

He quickly unbound her hands, wincing at the color they'd turned. Maybe he'd been too rough. He gently kissed them as warmth and color surged back into her throbbing digits. She muttered a thank you before sitting up, wrapping her arms around Sniper's neck. She whispered softly into his ear. "My legs, too, if you don't mind." It was there that he drew the line, easing her back down.

"Not now, love. Still have to tend to your needs and roight quick by the looks of things down here." Sniper smiled. "Trust me. Just enjoy yourself." He lowered his mouth onto her cunt, sucking with a ferocity he hadn't shown before. Untying her hands may have been a bad idea, but he figured he'd have to trust her a little before she would do the same for him.

"..nngh.. Meu Deus..." Assist lowered her hands into his hair, gripping it firmly. She gave little mewls of pleasure as he continued to devour her sopping wet cunt. She didn't know where or how he had learned to use his mouth like that. Maybe in the wilds of the Australian outback? It was crippling, regardless. Her toes kept curling and uncurling as the mercenary spread her pussy to taste her soft insides, one hand keeping her open while the other toyed with her clit mercilessly. She thought she'd die if this continued any longer. It had to end. "Eu quero mais! Por favor!" Please, let it end.

Sniper felt Assist begin to tense. Poor thing was ready to explode so soon? Not on his watch. He gave her one last lick before sitting up. "Need you to scoot down a bit for me, love." He hooked his hands under her knees and pulled her close to the foot of the bed. "That's a good girl. Now, pull your knees to your chest, sweetheart." Her face was blushing hotly from following his instructions. He loved it. He leaned his long body over to give her forehead a kiss. "That's me good girl."

Why did he have to talk to her like that? It was so embarassing calling her things like love and girl and Sheila. Didn't he realize? Of course he did. Assist couldn't think to fume over his games right now. She needed release and she needed it badly. "Eat me, ‘roo fucker." She smiled back at him defiantly. "I want to know what you look like with my cum all over your face." He chuckled.

Sniper didn't say anything as he went back to work. Though, this time he gave her puckered rosebud some attention, licking it intently. He adored her gasp and squirms of surprise, giving her pucker some extra-wet kisses before he looked at her from over her legs. "What's the matter, pet? Don't like it when I tease your ring-piece?"

Assist's face was red. Of course she didn't like it. It felt so foreign. Was that man ever going to stop teasing her and keeping her from what she wanted? Instead of answering, she gripped his hair and pulled him back onto her pussy, hips meeting him eagerly as her sex throbbed with need.

Sniper needed no more encouragement. His dick had been stirring to life since he'd figured out what was wrong with her. Her smell had been so strong and now he was buried in it. It was doing things to his brain was making him crazy with need. It was almost enough to break his resolve to have Assist coming first. Almost. He could hear her moaning now. It wouldn't be too much longer. He wrapped his lips around her clit again as his fingers toyed with her entrance. He wouldn't penetrate. No, she hadn't been good enough for that. For now, she'd have to do things his way. "You likin' this, love?"

She nodded. She had begun to sweat a little, hips making small thrusts every time his fingers pinched her clit just right or when his tongue rolled over an extra sensitive spot. She was getting close and she needed it badly. "Please, don't...don't stop." She was almost breathless now, one hand gripping his hair to keep him in place while the other gripped the bedsheets clawing as she felt her orgasm coming.

Sniper smiled as he licked her dripping cunt. Poor thing really needed this. His mouth latched onto her opening, thumb and forefinger on her clit, and a naughty middle finger on his opposite end pressed teasingly at her backdoor. He wanted her to come. He needed it almost as badly as she did.

"Ahn.. S-sniper!" She tensed, crying out his name as her pussy throbbed, her hand really grinding his face into her as she rode out her orgasm. "..aaahhnn." It didn't take long for the feeling to subside. Her taut legs fell to her side, releasing Sniper from his wet prison. Not that he minded. No, the man was still cleaning the mess between her legs. She smiled at that. Professionals had standards, all right. "I think you can stop now." She heard him chuckle.

Sniper hadn't thought he'd be working at her for so long, but when he did come up for air, he felt thoroughly pleased. "So." He sat up and unrolled a sleeve on his shirt, using it to clean his chin and lips. "Was I roight or was I roight?" His lip curled into a smile as he started to untie her legs, looking all the while.

Assist blushed. Was he really going to claim victory so soon? Of course, the stupid hunter. He liked his victories how he liked his kills: quick an clean. "I... You may...possibly...have been...somewhat..." She sighed dramatically. "...completely correct." Wow, her ankles were sore. How long had they been like that?

"Thank you for sayin' so." He'd gotten up to strip himself of his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. "Felt right good, didn't it?" He enjoyed her confused stare as he tossed a rag at her. "Use that to clean yourself up with." She obeyed and he watched as she did so.

She was about finished before she looked at him. The man hadn't an ounce of shame in him, did he? "Do you mind?" He smiled, shook his head, and closed the distance between him and the bed.

"Not at all, love." He pulled on the sheets, unceremoniously pulling them from under her as he climbed into it. "C'mere," he said. "Let's get comfy." Assist obliged, tossing the rag near the broken piss jars and crawled under the sheets with him. Despite the fact that the man had forced himself on her, she did feel much, much calmer.

She laid with him for a while and the two relaxed in silence. Something was wrong. Had he fallen asleep? Carefully, she cast her glance upward. He'd already been staring back and apparently her blush had caused him to smile.

Sniper sighed. "I...don't want you to be mad at me, Assist." Her hair had been bunned this whole struggle, albeit a lot messier than it was before he'd hoisted her up to his nest. He reached over to unpin it, slowly to see if she'd stop her. Allowed safe passage, he let her hair pool around her shoulders. "Just didn't want you feelin' as ornery as you'd been feelin'." He ran a hand thoughtfully through her hair. "Please don't be mad. It just hit me all at once. Didn't plan for any a' this to--."

Assist had put her hand over his mouth. "If you say another word, I'll leave this bed, bushman." His words were sweet, but far too many for now. She laid her head on his shoulder, body tired from working, tired from being pleasured. Her eyes closed as she exhaled softly. "Let me sleep."

Well, how do you like that? The gunman scoffed, wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her in close as they began to drift to sleep. "G'night, love."