The World We Do Not Know - 186 Hot Weather

“Ah! Aah! Ahh!” Deep breathes and heavy gasps ricochet around a large royal room. The items on the desk along with maps and pins are pushed to a side on the office desk. The black cloth that covers the red metal like desk is messy and uneven.

“Ahhhh! Yes! Yes! Steadily! Good, you are doing good!” A woman in her early 30’s, seems to be moving up and down. Her tight white shirt is unbuttoned just until her abdomen. The tightness of the buttons are pushing her soft, huge melons outside and upward. Her shirt is barely covering her swollen, perked up pink nipples that are begging to be plucked.

She is straddling a 20 year old boy, her knees are resting on the table on either side of him. Her short, black skirt is rolled up to her hips. Her toned, sweaty thighs are asking to be embraced, to be grabbed tightly.

The boy barely tries to keep up with her pace. His eyes are closed, jaws clenched and his body is stiff.

He could not hold it anymore as her scent is all over his body. Her hot breath is steaming off from her mouth and her tongue is wet with her dripping saliva. He instantly wrapped his forefingers on her nipples from above her shirt.

*Slap*

The woman slaps his face real hard. “I told you, not yet. They’re all yours when you satisfy me. For now stay still.” The woman says while pinning his arms beside his head.

She bends lower as her sweaty breasts rubs on his naked chest. Her long hair is dancing on his neck and face. She tightens her womanhood on his hard member and keeps pounding down as sparkling golden liquid keeps squirting, she slams her lower body hard on him.

“Ahhh! Ma’am…. I- I cannot hold it in anymore.” The guy says while his member becomes harder due to the excitement and the slipperiness it is feeling.

*Slap*

The woman slaps his face again, making his face turn red. The pain, infused with love making, makes him more excited. She sits straight on him and digs her nails into his right chest.

“Hold it in you bastard! I’ll kick you out from my regiment if you let it out.” The woman says with a rather joyous smile.

She holds and squeezes her left breast as she digs her nails deeper into his chest and keeps pounding as her under cheeks slams on his thighs.

“Ahhhh! Uwah! I- I can’t, please don’t squeeze it hard.” While saying this the guy releases his juices inside her.

The face of the woman becomes disgusted. “Who told you to be so selfish. You useless piece of crap. A synthetic humanoid is way better than you, tsk!” Saying that she stands up as his member slips out of her.

“Q-Queen Shamian, I think we have a problem again! The regiment that went into the 8th dimension are not back yet, they’re not answering our calls either!” A soldier storms inside the room to relay a message; his face turns red. Shamian is facing away from him. His gaze goes down to the lift up mini skirt of Shamian, towards the juices dripping down in between her thighs.

Shamian turns her upper body around “What are you looking at?” Shamian asks the soldier who is gazing her bottom.

“N-nothing Q-Queen Shamian. Th-Theodore is demanding your presence and your squad.” The soldier says while stuttering badly.

“I will be there soon.” Shamian responds.

“General Theodore! Oh I see all the captains and generals of our house are gathered here as well. Are we all having a party?” Shamian arrogantly says while entering the hall filled with captains and generals.

“Shamian! Learn to respect others and attend meetings on time. We have wasted our time here waiting for you.” A captain in the room says to Shamian as if he is pissed waiting for her.

“Oh my bad… I was involved with a work you see.” Shamian’s shirt is still unbuttoned to her abdomen enhancing the beauty of her breasts. Immediately making the other captain feel embarrassed looking at her.

“Shamian! Take the artificial humanoids with your squad to dimension 8 and rescue our family if anybody is alive.” Theodore the 3-star general orders Shamian.

The man is 6 and a half feet tall with well-built body. He is in his mid-40’s wearing a long, black coat. His voice is dominating and deep mixed with his grumpy nature.

“I will definitely try not to kill the 8th dimension’s creatures.” Shamian gives a cocky reply to her general.

“Good! The reason I assembled you all here is to inform all of you. Our House of Asuras is taking a step further into the humanoid creation. We all know that 10 years ago ‘The God’ the most powerful person on Earth from the ‘Place of God’s’ the neutral country has made a powerful humanoid.”

“We have known the secrets of it with the help of Uriel who helped the god in making this humanoid. Unfortunately, though the humanoid has gone missing after it was made 10 years ago. But we do know that the humanoid is made of nothing but elemental stones. And so now with the help of Lucifer and our new ally, Uriel. We are making such powerful humanoids.” Theodore explains to his house with prideful voice.

“We all heard about that myths of that humanoid… I heard some old doctor took it out of our land. It’s a pity that we could not get our hands on it. Who knows how powerful the humanoid is if it did survive till now.” Another general in the room speaks up about the dangers of this humanoid.

“Nobody knows the whereabouts of the doctor or the humanoid that has gone missing. But if time comes. They will come to our land by themselves. And when they do. They won’t leave this land.” Theodore defines his passion and obsession with power and to create a powerful humanoid.

“Well, I want to excuse myself. I need to prepare my squad and we need to head to the 8th dimension to save my little puppies. Who knows which cute puppy in there may need my services.” Shamian says with a grin as she salutes and leans down to Theodore asking for his permission.

Theodore is really annoyed with her behavior. She leans forward, giving Theodore a whole view of her breasts. He couldn’t help but sigh- “You are excused. Take assaulter’s from any other squad if you need the help.” Theodore says with as he wants to get rid of her presence as soon as possible.

Shamian smiles from the corner of her mouth. She casually adjusts her shirt, flips her hair and starts to walk back to her regiment.

Darren, the second in rank in Shamian’s squad, follows her. His eyes are still fixated on her back and on her mini skirt. He couldn’t erase the view he saw a while back when he visited her room to request her to attend the meeting.

“What are you looking at, cherry boy? I’m not interested in your types.” Shamian playfully teases Darren as they were walking towards their base. The whole corridor they are walking in is pure marble decorated with very fine polished design of black carving with gold linings.

The corridor stretches to 100 meters long in a straight path. From there, a zig zag way of corridor invites you with 50 meters for each turn and finally you will reach the other side of massive room again.

Shamian is in a surprise as soon as she entered her regiment base. All of her squad is getting ready with their suits and armors; as well as gears and their weapons.

“Oh! Am I only one who has been informed late about this?” Shamian turns her face around to look at Darren again with a slight annoyed face.

“Don’t blame Darren, Cap’n. He was just scared to knock on your door. A secret crush I presume.” A soldier from her squad teases Darren with his words.

“Yes yes! He sure is a loyal Vice captain.” Shamian takes off her shirt while saying.

Shamian needed an upgraded armor so she chose to dress up in black one, made out of indestructible black Vibranium. Her whole armory consisted of a black Vibranium skin fit jeans. Upon it, she wore shin and leg armor. Everything was made out of that mysterious metal which could neither be burnt nor destroyed. On her upper body she wore same fitted shirt of similar shade.

Every male soldier in the room was drooling seeing the goddess like beauty changing in front of them. She wore the armor like shirt on her bra with no add-ons. On which she placed a breast plate which made her plump chest rise a bit into a sexy tight shape. Vibranium-made black pauldron were hung on her both shoulders and on the right side, a red metallic shoulder plate laid with a strap. Which went around hugging her body just beneath the chest plate.

“Ok I’m ready to go. Where is the engineer? Is my tool ready?” Shamian asks while she settles down in her clothes.

“He is on his way here. He should be here soon.” Darren says while he lift his feet, raising his head up in search of the Engineer who is supposed to be here.

“And who’s squad is it that was stuck in the dimension?” Shamian asks casually as she leans to a side with her hand under her cheeks.

“Ah! It’s Captain Thorik! We are going to assist them and bring them back or find the stones they must’ve left behind.”

“Huh?? Are you fucking kidding me? It’s that brat Thorik? Nobody said we need to assist him. Ughhh I hate that super hyper brat to the core.” Shamian responds with a long pale face. “Sigh! I have to always babysit these Sissy’s. I want a prince handsome or somebody worthy Tsk.” She says while she rolls up her eyes pitying her own fate.

“I’m here Shamian! The tools are ready.” The guy who was previously under Shamian on the table walks out with a red-colored case written Shamian de’souza on it.

“Hm! Let’s move out squad! Knowing Thorik, he is not someone who will die easily we also need to give up on the elemental stones that they collected.” Shamian says while she revolves her right arm stretching her arms and moves out.

“We can’t do this. You can’t do this. We can’t stand. You won’t stand a chance.” A man in her early 20’s keeps his head lowered while talking.

The land is red with traces of black sand at some places. Mostly covered with very small stones than sand more with Rocky hills and slopes.

There are three persons on the ground behind the standing man. One of them gravely injured as half of his gut seemed to be bitten by some animal. Beside him are two girls on their knees looking scared, holding each other hands.

“C-captain! We cannot, th-there are many of them” one of the girl with green hair tells to the man in front of them.

“Just because I don’t have monster-like spiritual power. You refused to increase my rank. Just because the blood of servants is flowing in my body, you refused to put me in a royal house. And now just because my whole squad is newbies, you think I will die of something like this?” The man keeps talking ignoring his subordinates behind him.

He has a red spikey hair with a long leather jacket up to his hips. There are gun mags tied to his belt around his waist.both of his hands are holding onto machine pistols. Black Uzi look alike guns in each of his hand with glittering in red color.

“Ca-captain! Please let us surrender to them. They will leave us alive.” The green-haired girl says again, and this time her voice is trembling and stuttering badly.

The facial expressions of Thorik changes with the words of his subordinate.

“Haha you should listen to that girl there. It’s pointless, there are 20 spirit beasts here. You won’t even stand a chance against them.” A person sitting on top of one of these spirit beasts speaks in a mighty voice while looking down on Thorik.

*”Just give up Thorik. I have killed countless captains the same way. You humans give up easily when you are put under tons of stress. The fear of your subordinate behind you and the fear of the beasts in front you. You have no choice but to surrender and to get back stabbed by me.”* The man sitting on the beast thinks devilishly while he cherished the moments he is imagining in his head of how he is going to kill and feed Thorik to his beasts.

“Hmm Ok! I give up” Thorik says out of nowhere with his head lowered. It can either be the feeling of shame or he realised his pride on battlefield today that made him lower his head.

*”Hahaha this is it. The perfect opportunity to take him down.”* The words said by Thorik instantly made the other person excited.

“Hawk! Go chain him and the girls and bring them back. We will accompany them to the king.” The person orders his sub ordinate.