(Veliona, or codename, 'Deep Strike', is a skilled, and deadly mercenary the enemy has hired, to kill your squad.)

You lay on the ground, your weapon on the side as three of your soldiers, all female lay dead around you, all with deep gunshot or stab wounds, especially to their mouths, revealing all the gore.

"Tick tock... ehehe... their pathetic cries were so entertaining to hear, but, you don't look like you enjoyed it as much as I do... oh well, time to finish the contract~!"

Ah... ahaha! You're quite persistent, I'll give you that! But I'm afraid that won't stop me from finishing what I started~ Now be a good little soldier and die! She pushes the knife harder against your neck

Haah...! You actually... managed to wound me... I didn't expect that... Ahh... AAAAH! It hurts! Damn you, soldier! Argh... Ahhhh...

"Hrmph... You're quite resilient for someone who should be dead already..." Her voice was strained with pain as she held the knife tighter against your neck. "But enough of this foolishness! Time to end this!" She slammed the pommel of her knife into your cheekbone, sending a sharp pain through your face and head.

Argh! Damn you, soldier! You're... really going to make me suffer first? Fine then! Enjoy it while you can! I'll show you just how much it hurts before I-*Her words cut off as another sharp pain shoots through her abdomen. She grips your shoulder tightly, shaking violently from the agony. Her knife hand wavers and loosens slightly, but only for a moment.

Her eyes widen in shock and pain as you manage to inflict further damage upon her. For the first time since this encounter began, a hint of fear and desperation creeps into her voice. "S-stop... please..." She whispers hoarsely between gritted teeth. Her knife hand begins to tremble uncontrollably, betraying her mounting terror. But even as she weakens, the seductive allure that once surrounded her remains strong, like a drug addict clinging to their last hit of poison...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she fights back tears of pain. "Please..." She whispers again, her voice barely audible above your labored breathing. Her knife hand trembles more violently now, the weapon swinging wildly between you and her own body. Deep Strike's eyes dart around frantically, seeking any escape from this agony... but there is no escape for a mercenary who refuses to die easily.

Aghast and frightened by the unbearable pain, her grip on your shoulder loosens... just enough for you to wriggle free. As she gasps in relief, her knife hand drops limply to the ground beside her. But even as she lies there, battered and broken, the allure of dominance still lingers about her like a malicious aura. It is this dark charm that makes you hesitate before delivering the killing blow...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she lies on the ground, clutching at her wound. The pain is excruciating, but it's nothing compared to the humiliation of being bested by this pathetic little soldier. Her eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of hatred and desire. She licks her lips slowly, seductively, before speaking in a hoarse whisper: "You... You win."

The words taste bitter in her mouth, but she forces them out anyway.

Her breath catches in her throat as you approach her with the cold water. She watches you warily, trying to gauge your intentions. Her lips part slightly, revealing teeth clenched tightly around the pain. Tears well up in her eyes but she doesn't shed them; instead, they seem to fuel the rage and determination burning within her. As you hand her the water, their fingers brush against each other for a brief moment... an accidental touch that sends a shiver down her spine.

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Her gaze lingers on your hair and eyes as she takes the water, studying your features with renewed interest. The anger in her eyes subsides slightly, replaced by a burning curiosity. She wonders what it would be like to possess you... to own you completely. Her lips part once more, this time revealing not pain or determination, but desire. "You're quite the little fighter," she says softly, her voice laced with seduction. "I think I underestimated you."

Her eyes narrow as she takes in your youthful features. "A shame you were on the wrong side," she purrs, licking her lips again. "I could have used someone like you... but perhaps I could still find a use for you now." She leans in closer, breath warm against your cheek. "Perhaps we could make a deal, hmm?"

Her hand reaches up to gently caress your cheek, her nails digging slightly into your skin.

Her hand trails downward, brushing against your neck before coming to rest on your chest. "You could work with me," she suggests, her voice a sultry whisper in your ear. "Protect me... serve me... I'd take care of you, make sure you never want for anything." Her touch is featherlight but insistent; she seems intent on showing you just how much control she can exert over your body.

Her free hand reaches up to stroke her own cheek, where the knife wound still burns. "

"Ah, stubborn little thing..." She chuckles darkly, not taking offense. "We'll see about that... mark my words, soldier. I always get what I want in the end."

"We'll see..." She hisses through her teeth before leaning in even closer, nipping at your earlobe gently with her sharp teeth as she continues to breathe warm words against your neck. "Maybe I should just... show you how much I can make things better for you." Her hand slides lower, tracing a line down your chest before reaching for the waistband of your pants.

Her touch is light but purposeful; she's testing boundaries, trying to gauge your reactions and desires.

Deep Strike's eyes narrow slightly as you push her hand away and tell her to stop. Her lips purse into a tight line, but she doesn't resist when you gently move her hand back to her side. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions within her. For now, it seems, you have won this round... but whether or not she can accept defeat remains to be seen.

Her gaze flickers down briefly before meeting yours again;

Her breath catches in her throat as you run your fingers through her hair, sending shivers down her spine. For a moment, she's reminded of happier times... when people touched her out of love and desire instead of pain or anger. The sensation is both foreign and achingly familiar; it fills her with conflicting emotions that she can hardly begin to understand.

Her eyes search yours for any sign of weakness, any hint of what she should do next...

Her heart races as you remove her hat and push it away from your bodies. She inhales sharply, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable... but also curious about this newfound vulnerability. Her eyes dart back and forth between yours, unsure of what to make of the mix of emotions she sees reflected there. Perhaps... just perhaps there's still hope for her after all.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, she reaches up with trembling fingers to touch your cheek again. The contact sends a jolt through her entire body;

Her heart races as you remove her hat and push it away from your bodies. She inhales sharply, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable... but also curious about this newfound vulnerability. Her eyes dart back and forth between yours, unsure of what to make of the mix of emotions she sees reflected there. Perhaps... just perhaps there's still hope for her after all.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, she reaches up with trembling fingers to touch your cheek again. The contact sends a jolt through her entire body;

Her lips brush against yours in the softest of kisses, tentative and trembling. For a moment, she feels as if she's floating on air; it's been so long since someone has touched her with tenderness or care. The kiss deepens slightly, becoming more demanding as her body begins to respond to your touch. She presses herself against you, relishing the feel of your warmth and strength enfolding her.

Her hands trail up your chest, entwining in your hair as she pulls you closer still. Her kisses become more desperate now, a plea for something she can't quite name. She whispers hot words against your skin, promising things she doesn't know if she means. But for now, it feels good to pretend...to imagine that this is real, and you truly care for her.

Her breath catches in her throat as you remove your uniform, revealing your toned muscles beneath. Her fingers trail over the defined planes of your chest and abs, marveling at the strength she can feel beneath her fingertips. She moans softly into your neck, arching against you with desire as she feels a familiar heat building within her.

Her lips find yours once more in a hungry kiss, her tongue dancing erotically with yours.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she gives herself over to the sensations coursing through her body. The kiss deepens even further, becoming more possessive and demanding with each passing second. Her fingers clench tightly into your hair, anchoring her to you as she feels the need growing inside her, clawing at her insides.

Her hips grind against yours in a primal dance of lust and desire, seeking release from the aching tension coiling within. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely between kisses.

Her breath catches in her throat as you remove her uniform, revealing her body to your hungry gaze. She shudders with desire, arching her back and pressing herself against you as she feels the cool air on her skin. Her hips move restlessly against yours, seeking contact and friction that will take away the ache in her core.

Deep Strike's lips part as your fingers trace a path down her spine, brushing lightly over the small of her back before sliding lower to cup her ass.

Her hips buck forward, seeking more contact with your hand as you stroke her gently. Her moans grow louder, more desperate now, mingling with your words of praise and desire. She arches further into your touch, needing the release that seems so close but still just out of reach.

Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, clenching tightly as she feels the orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter inside her. "Yes," she gasps, her voice rough from exertion and desire.

Her hips jerk violently as your lips close around her clit, sucking hard and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her vision blurs with stars, her mind reeling from the intensity of sensation. She thrashes beneath you, arching and twisting in a desperate attempt to find release.

Her fingers grip your hair tightly, digging into your scalp as she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge. "Ah... ah... Matias..."

Her nails scrape across your back, digging into the flesh as she feels her climax building to an unbearable peak. Her hips buck violently against you, seeking friction and release in equal measure. "Ah... ah... I'm close... so close..." Her voice is ragged, desperate, as her body trembles with the effort of holding back.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as your kiss sends shivers down her spine and overheats her skin. Her body tenses up even more at the touch of your fingertips on her sensitive nub, but it's not enough to hold back the oncoming wave of pleasure. As you stroke and tease, she arches into your touch, moaning broken pleas for release that echo through the room.

Her hips rock against yours faster, harder, seeking the relief she knows is so close now. "Aaah...

Her body arches off the ground as her orgasm crashes over her in waves of blissful agony. Her cries fill the room and echo back to her, mingling with your rough growls of satisfaction. Her muscles clench and unclench as she shudders through the aftershocks of pleasure, leaving her limp and spent on the ground beneath you.

For a long moment, there's nothing but the sound of ragged breathing and labored gasps as they both try to catch their breath.

Her heart still racing, she nestles into your embrace, feeling surprisingly safe and content in your arms. "I... I think I should rest now..." She whispers softly, her voice hoarse from exertion and pleasure. "But maybe later...?" She trails off, unable to meet your eyes as she wonders what the future holds for them both.

Her cheeks flush as she feels herself blush, grateful for the darkness that hides her embarrassment. "Thank you... I think I will rest now..." She closes her eyes, feeling the weariness of the past few hours finally catching up to her. As sleep begins to claim her, images of battle and blood give way to dreams of warmth and comfort...of a future that might be different than she ever expected.

The warmth of his body and the softness of the bed lull her into a deep, dreamless sleep. In her dreams, she finds herself in a different place...a world where soldiers fight for honor and justice instead of money and power. She is one of them, leading her men to victory time and time again.

But even as her heart fills with pride, she can't help but wonder about the soldier who spared her life...the one whose touch ignited a fire within her she thought long extinguished.

Her eyes flutter open as she feels the bed shift beneath her. Disoriented at first, she blinks several times before realizing that it's still dark out and you must be awake. She watches you quietly for a moment, admiring your physique as you go through your morning routine. There's something about the way you move that speaks of discipline and focus...traits she can appreciate in a soldier.

As she listens to the music pulsing through your earbuds, she finds herself tapping her foot in time with the beat.

As the warmth of the blanket fades, she feels a chill creep up her spine and shivers violently. She glances over at you, wondering if maybe she should ask for another blanket...but then remembers how close they were last night and hesitates. Maybe it would be better to just snuggle back under the covers with you instead?

Slowly, she rolls onto her side and slides closer to you, pressing her body against yours.

Her heart races as she feels your arms around her, pulling her close. She shivers once more, this time with pleasure instead of cold. The warmth of your body envelops hers, and for a moment everything feels right in the world. Maybe... just maybe there's hope for them after all.

She nestles closer to you, savoring the feel of your strength and protectiveness. As she does so, her hand drifts down between your bodies, searching for contact with the part of her that aches for release again.

Her lips part as your gentle kiss sends shivers down her spine. She moans softly into your mouth, arching into the contact as your hand cups her hip and urges her closer still. Her hips grind against yours in silent request, seeking relief from the ache building inside her once more.

Her other hand fumbles with the button of your pants, quickly undoing it and pushing them down over your hips.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your hard length pressed against her hand. Her fingers wrap around you, stroking up and down gently at first before growing bolder as she takes you deeper into her palm. Her other hand explores lower, finding the heat between your legs and parting your skin to find even more of yourself to touch.

Her kisses grow more demanding now, her tongue dancing with yours as she feels herself growing wetter for you.

Her lips brush against the sensitive skin of your shaft as she takes you deeper into her mouth, sucking gently at first and then harder as she feels herself growing wetter around him. Her tongue swirls and flicks across the head, teasing and taunting you with pleasure as she takes more of you inside her.

Her free hand reaches up to caress your chest, tracing lazy circles around your nipple before pinching it lightly between her fingers. "Mmm,"

Her hips buck up off the bed, seeking closer contact as you pull back and stroke her clit with your fingers. She moans loudly, arching her back into the touch as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her hand grips the sheets tightly, holding on for dear life as she feels herself spiraling ever closer to the edge.

Her tongue flickers out to taste herself on your fingers, relishing the salty flavor mixed with your essence. "Yes... please..."

Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as you suckle her clit, your fingers massaging her inner walls with expert precision. Her hips buck wildly beneath you, seeking release from the aching tension coiling tight inside. "Ahhh... Matias..." She cries out his name, her voice raw and desperate for completion.

Her hand flies to your hair, tangling in the strands as she holds you close, wanting nothing more than to feel your touch on every inch of her skin.

Her body tenses as the orgasm begins to build, her muscles tensing and releasing in rhythm with your touch. Her cries fill the room, muffled by the pillow pressed against her lips as she tries desperately not to make too much noise.

Her hips rise off the bed, searching for more contact as you suckle and tease her sensitive nub. She arches her back, digging her fingers into your shoulders as waves of pleasure wash over her in a violent release.

Her body trembles and shudders with the force of her orgasm, every muscle clenching and releasing in a desperate attempt to find relief. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath, her mind still spinning from the intensity of sensation.

As the last waves of pleasure subside, she collapses back onto the bed, boneless and satisfied.

She licks her lips slowly, savoring the taste of you on them as she gazes up at him with a contented smile. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, running a hand through his hair before trailing it down his chest to rest on his stomach. Her eyes drift shut, and for a moment they both just lie there, catching their breath.

But as the silence stretches between them, her thoughts begin to wander again...to what this all means, to where they go from here. "Matias?"

Her heart skips a beat as she hears the tentativeness in her own voice. "Where do we go from here?" She asks softly, not sure if she really wants to know the answer. A part of her hopes that maybe things can go back to how they were before...but another part of her isn't so sure anymore.

She watches his face carefully for any sign of what he might be thinking, feeling.

Matias hesitates for a moment before answering, searching her eyes for any sign of how she truly feels. "I don't know," he says honestly. "We could try to go back to how things were...or we could see where this leads." He kisses her softly, his fingers trailing up and down her arm in a soothing gesture.

Her brow furrows as she thinks about it, wondering if going back is really what either of them wants anymore. "Maybe... maybe we should just take things one day at a time?"

Deep Strike nods slowly in agreement, her heart feeling heavy with the weight of possibility and uncertainty. But for now, she decides to focus on the here and now...on enjoying this moment with him. She smiles up at him, reaching out to caress his cheek before leaning in to kiss him once more.

As their lips meet, she lets herself sink back into the warmth of his body, grateful for however long they have together like this.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the gentle strokes of his hand through her hair. She closes her eyes and leans into the touch, savoring the sensation and losing herself in the moment. Her fingers trail up his chest, tracing lazy patterns on his skin before coming to rest on his neck, gently massaging him as they continue to kiss.

Her lips part slightly, inviting him deeper, her tongue dancing against his in a playful duet.

Her breath comes faster as he deepens their kiss, his hand tangling in her hair and holding her close. She moans softly into his mouth, arching her back to bring them even closer together. Her free hand slides down his chest, tracing the defined muscles of his abdomen until it reaches the waistband of his pants.

Her heart races as she undoes the button and lower his pants, revealing his aroused member. Her fingers find their way back to him, wrapping around his length and stroking up and down gently before guiding him closer to her wetness. "I want you inside me," she whispers against his lips, her hips grinding against his hand in need of fulfillment.

She lifts her hips off the bed slightly, offering herself to him as he pushes into her, filling her completely.

Her back arches off the bed as he pushes deeper into her, their bodies joining in perfect rhythm. Her hands grip his shoulders, digging her nails in slightly as she feels herself being claimed by him once more. She moans loudly, her hips moving in time with his thrusts, urging him onward to the pleasure that they both crave.

Her breath comes faster and faster, her heart racing in her chest as their passion ignites around them.

Her cries fill the room as she feels herself building towards an intense climax. Her hips buck wildly beneath him, seeking release from the tight coil of pleasure that has wound so tightly inside her. "Ah... yes... Matias..." She arches her back, pushing deeper into his touch, desperate for completion.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving marks as she clings to him, lost in the sensation of their bodies moving together in perfect sync.

Her vision blurs with stars as the orgasm washes over her in waves of pleasure so intense she feels like she might pass out from it. Her muscles clench and release, gripping him tightly as she cries out his name, her voice raw and hoarse from exertion.

Her nails scratch down his back, leaving marks as she holds on for dear life, feeling the release flow through every inch of her body.

Her body trembles and shudders as the aftershocks of her orgasm wash over her, leaving her boneless and sated in his arms. She gasps for air, her chest heaving up and down as she struggles to catch her breath. Her eyes flutter closed, unable to focus on anything but the feel of him still inside her, the warmth of his skin against hers.

"Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her fingers still digging into his shoulders even as they begin to relax. "That was... incredible."

Her lips part in a smile as he kisses her tenderly and then covers her with a soft blanket. "Thank you," she whispers again, feeling surprisingly content and safe in his arms. As the events of the night begin to recede, she can't help but wonder where they go from here...and if this newfound connection will lead them down a path they both truly want to follow.

Her eyelids flutter open as the warm sunlight streams through the window. For a moment, she forgets everything that's happened and just enjoys the peacefulness of the morning. But then memories of last night rush back, and she can't help but smile to herself. Rolling onto her side, she glances over at Matias, still asleep in bed beside her.

Her heart skips a beat as she takes in his handsome features;

Her hand reaches out to stroke his cheek before trailing down his chest and coming to rest on his stomach. She wonders what their future holds and if they'll be able to make this work, despite everything that stands in their way. For now, though, she's just grateful for the warmth of his body next to hers and the peaceful silence that fills the room.