Areas of Desire (No Time to Cry)

Lieutenant Grant, the leader of a 101st Ranger team, was returning from a patrol in the outskirts of Mosul, hungry for a cup of coffee and donuts, listening to First Sergeant Novak's laughter with Corporal Wellington's repeated jokes, thinking about how nice a home-cooked barbecue, a few beers, and female company would be... Grant was a calloused, seasoned military man who had made the military his reason for living long before the events of 9/11. Now, he was thinking seriously about the offer made by a fellow cadet to retire from the Armed Forces and work for the world's largest private security company, ACADEMI; after all, it had been years of fighting, patrols, ambushes, a medal, and a few injuries... it was something to think about. The HUMVEE advanced into the gates of the <unk>Green Zone<unk>, and finally everyone relaxed a bit; many cups of coffee later, Grant was relaxing in his quarters, shared with his teammates, still thinking about the pending offer. At the Command Center, the intelligence officer, surrounded by a "DELTA" graduate and another Marine, began his explanation; they had news that a group of government-allied militia had been ambushed in crossfire in the northernmost region of the city. Novak chewed the stick he had between his teeth and looked at his commander with that expression of "Sorry for us!" Grant asked how many were in that militia, and "DELTA" answered: - There were about six... but, as far as we know, there are only three left, and with little ammunition. -Well ..., here we go! <unk> commented Novak, spitting out the stick <unk> After all, there is no easy day ..., easy day was yesterday! Within minutes, Grant and his team were outside the "Green Zone", heading north from Mosul; the city, by then, was just a heap of rubble, empty buildings, survivors walking like zombies and menace growling in the corners. And in this climate they were greeted as they entered the conflict zone: with machine gun fire and shrapnel grenade explosions. Derek, responding with his machine gun under the roof of the vehicle, as Wellington searched for precise sights to shoot down the enemy. Grant looked at the tablet with the locator on and didn't take long to point the direction for the rescue of the militiamen. They parked behind a pile of rubble and descended in 5X1 formation, with Grant in the front, followed by Fridge, the weapons specialist, carrying his M-4 rifle with a feeder shell; they fired their night vision goggles and advanced carefully; on the way some enemies of the Islamic State were shot, and soon they were inside the ruined building that had once been a hospital; Grant turned on the radio and called for the militiamen. "We are in the morgue; follow the west wing and you will find us", answered a voice, apparently female. Inside the morgue, Grant found the small group sharp and almost out of ammunition; their leader, a tall, bearded Arab named Aziz greeted Grant and introduced the rest of his team: another strong fellow and wearing an old royal guard uniform, was Kalil ..., Aziz pointed to the other member and said: <unk> This is Laila ..., and do not be fooled by her apparent fragility ..., she is the deadliest of us!<unk>. Grant looked at the woman and was amazed by her beauty; Laila was a very beautiful woman; even wearing a campaign uniform and hijab, it was impossible not to be enthralled by those big, deep, intriguing dark eyes and sober face that did not smile but exuded confidence. Coming out of the brief daydream, Grant prepared the group's retreat; asked Aziz if there were any vehicles they could use; he replied that behind the building they had spotted a TOYOTA utility but did not know its status; Grant called Derek and had him check; asked Fridge to check the perimeter while he and Novak prepared a safe escape plan. By radio, Derek warned that the utility was ready for use; the group withdrew from the hospital, circling the inner courtyard area, until they reached the vehicle; Grant ordered Derek to drive and only move forward after his team returned to the HUMVEE. Minutes later, the assault vehicle advanced behind the debris, until positioning itself near the utility; the convoy continued on, led by the HUMVEE; more machine gun blasts tore through the air, hitting both vehicles. Performing defensive steering maneuvers, Wellington managed to deflect the more precise shots, managing to escape the red area of attack and heading for the old radial highway that pointed to the Green Zone. All seemed well, until a barricade emerged with serious threats to the group; Wellington turned the direction by performing a lateral drift and braking, serving as a head start for the utility that was coming right behind; everyone jumped and began a long exchange of fire with the enemy. Fridge advanced to a pile of barrels and from there managed to shoot some of the opponents; Grant, in turn, tried a maneuver on the other side, but a rifle shot hit his left shoulder, causing him to go to the ground; with a throbbing pain, the Lieutenant Ranger tried to stand up, but could not. Suddenly, a hand grabbed his right arm. "Come on, let's go to that elevation ..., there we'll be safer", Laila said as she stared at the officer's face; Grant returned the look and felt something different ..., something intense! With help, he got up and they ran to the elevation; at this point, Derek and Novak managed to shoot more enemies, and Fridge fired accurate shots. Recovered from the assault, they all ran to Grant. He was being cared for by Laila who stopped the bleeding with a kind of tourniquet, improvising a type. They returned to their vehicles and set off, always on the lookout for new threats. It was a long road to the "Green Zone". As they got out of the vehicles, Laila helped Grant, and together, they went to the infirmary where he received proper care. Later, in the quarters, the lieutenant fraternized with his comrades, and they all poured beer on their faces. "Lieutenant..., never do that again!" said Novak in his voice soaked with alcohol. Grant stared at his first sergeant's bearded, scarred face and smiled. -If you continue to fail to protect my ass, you will regret Ranger <unk> he replied with a cheerful tone. Everyone laughed and relaxed. However, a tap on all cell phones called them back into action. In the JSOC room, Commander Taylor was present, accompanied by the liaison officer, the same DELTA as before, but without the Marine. "Have a seat, gentlemen ... Lieutenant, how's the wound?" asked the commander in a formal tone. "I'm all right, sir, ready for another one". Grant replied that he'd already gotten rid of the guy. "In fact, I think that's why we're here, isn't it?" - Yes, indeed, Lieutenant <unk> answered the commander, initiating his exploration <unk> Well, gentlemen, the rescue that you have just carried out, had a crucial reason ..., the militiaman that you have brought has very important information that we need to analyze. - But, that information cannot be transcribed here <unk> amended the DELTA <unk> It needs to be taken to a safe place ..., it needs to be removed to Baghdad and handed over to the Intelligence personnel. "And for that, they need us, don't they?" added Novak, chewing on the stick as usual. Commander Taylor nodded in the affirmative as Delta looked away. "And when did we leave, sir?" asked Grant, rising from his chair. The commander looked at Delta who made a sign to someone who was in the corner of the room and had not been noticed until now. The person stood up and revealed his presence to everyone. Grant opened a huge smile upon seeing the face of Sarah, an Army intelligence analyst he had known for some time. She smiled back and made her presentation, as well as the militia transport mission, which would take place the next morning. At the end of the meeting, Grant went to greet Sarah and they talked animatedly. "Grant, I have to tell you something ..., the two guys ..., Aziz and Kalil ..., don't trust them ..., much less the girl ..., I have doubts about her loyalty to her nation! So be very careful! ", she said in a sober tone. Grant was touched by the words of the intelligence analyst, and thanked her with a kiss on the face. On the way to his accommodation, the Lieutenant observed Laila leaning on a lamppost looking at the sky. "That sky is breathtaking, don't you think?" he asked as he approached the young Iraqi woman. -Yes, it's beautiful ..., and you, Lieutenant, how are you? <unk> she returned turning her face to him. - Better ..., much better! <unk> replied he, staring into those beautiful eyes <unk> In fact, I forgot to thank you for your support ..., if it wasn't for him, I would be dead now. "I did what had to be done, Lieutenant", she replied assertively. "In fact, I believe I did it to ensure that you returned safely to your wife". -I don't have one! And if she did exist, she would probably have already filed for divorce! <unk> he jokingly retorted <unk> And you..., do you have someone in your life? Laila stared at the soldier's face and remained silent for a while; Grant resented having asked the question, as it seemed to be something very delicate for her. <unk>Aziz's brother, Khaled, was my husband ..., he was killed by ISIS men ..., they attacked our village, killed the men, raped the women and took the children ...<unk>, she said, some time later. Grant was left not knowing what to say; he had felt that talking about that subject was something delicate for Laila, and he did not know how to deal with her narrative, limiting himself to bowing and head lamenting the event. -You don't have to feel sorry for me, Lieutenant! <unk> she went on in a harsh tone <unk> When my turn came, I managed to emasculate one of them, open the belly of another ..., until they stopped me ..., I was not raped, but, in compensation ..., I got this scar! Saying these words, Laila removed the veil and displayed a huge cut I came from the top of the head to behind the ear. Grant was outraged to see that wound healed. "You wretches! How can they? They are really animals!" he grunted, grinding his teeth. Laila was thoughtful, for the soldier's words of revolt touched her heart like she had not felt for a long time. For a moment, she had an impulse to embrace that man and feel safe in his arms ..., even knowing that she could not do it, Laila did not deny this desire. -Lieutenant ..., I need to tell you something <unk> the militiaman appeared, holding the soldier's hand <unk> Everything that happened to me, did not remove from me the woman, the female ..., my husband was a good provider, but in other matters, he preferred to ignore me ... Why are you telling me all this, Laila? "Because I don't even know", she said, letting go of Grant's hand and trying to move away. -Wait, please! <unk> he asked, reaching out his hand again <unk> Don't go..., there's something, isn't there? Immediately Laila threw herself into the soldier's arms, and they sealed a first long kiss. Grant felt his whole body react to the militiaman's fiery kiss; they embraced, sticking their bodies together as if they wanted to be just one. "Is there somewhere here where we can be alone?" asked Laila, in a clear demonstration of the desire that burned within her. Grant thought for a minute, weighing the consequences of an unthinking and tempestuous act. "In this military area, I think there's only one place", he replied, squeezing Laila's body against his. "But you want to take the risk? -Lieutenant..., for me, living is a risk! <unk> replied Laila, displaying the first smile in a long time <unk> let's go where you want! Grant then took Laila's hand and the two walked through the darkness; they wandered for a few minutes among the containers parked in the support area, until they reached their destination: an old shed that was used for maintenance of military vehicles. They entered and climbed to the mezzanine where the old campaign beds still used by the mechanics of the outsourced company were. Such was the state of excitement of the couple, that the act of becoming naked was overpowered by the desire for endless kisses, hugs and caresses. Seeing Laila naked, Grant was ecstatic, unable to react; the Iraqi was a beautiful brunette of sculptural body, with breasts of firmness instigating and setting baker of thousands of desires at the same time; she stood still for some time, as if allowing the American military to taste her body as a fine delicacy. Grant let himself be carried away, taking Laila in his arms and leading her to bed; as soon as she lay down, he came over to her, sealing warm, wet kisses; still insatiable, he lowered his mouth down to her breasts, sucking and licking the stuffy nipples that seemed to be asked for by an eager mouth. Laila whimpered softly as she stroked her man's hair, feeling full of pleasure at that unlikely encounter. Thirsty with desire, Grant crept in, until his mouth reached Laila's warm, wet cup; he went on to lick her vagina, amusing himself with his partner writhing like a cat in heat, dominated by the male's skilful tongue. Laila placed her feet on the soldier's shoulders, opening herself even wider to him, allowing him to scrutinize her warm, vibrant intimacy. Grant's tongue took advantage of the situation and explored as deeply as possible, reaching to take the clitoris between her lips, pressing on it, and hearing Laila groan and mock caudally. After a succession of orgasms provided by the experienced military man's mouth, Laila couldn't take it anymore, babbling a plea: "Possess me..., make me a woman once more, before the world or this war ends with me!" Grant hears the plea and gets back on Laila, whose skillful hand leads the soldier's stiff member in the direction of his burning cave. And the penetration operates as a perfect fit, so that Laila's vagina was designed to receive her partner's thick and large member. The male's pelvic movements followed each other in a frenetic cadence, penetrating deeply and making Laila have fun like never before ..., she felt woman and female again, and even if that sensual encounter never happened again, she would still be fulfilled. Grant, on the other hand, was releasing all his long-repressed sexual energy; since Suzana, he had never been with a woman and that experience with Laila revealed itself to be unique and special, showing itself to be more than just carnal satisfaction. For a long time, they copulated feverishly; at one point, it was Laila who rode the male, going up and down on the rigid member that did not give in to his harassment; Laila, on the other hand, experienced a succession of orgasms so intense that she came to think it was impossible, since she had never felt anything like it! She was also impressed by the incredible physical endurance of her partner, whose performance was somewhat unusual, showing no sign of cooling off from his male impetuosity! The end of that sexual idyll came with Grant tasting Laila's vagina again while she killed his desire to feel the male member inside her mouth. And when the soldier groaned loudly and babbled the announcement of his pleasure's arrival, she prepared to receive the load of sperm inside his mouth. As the soldier had not released his sexual energy for a long time, Laila's small mouth was not able to withstand the volume of semen that was released by Grant's vigorous ejaculation, but still, she delighted in feeling the virgin liquid licking her face. At the end of the wave of mutual pleasure, the couple fell exhausted, unable to make a single movement, falling asleep in that campfire, inside the old gallows.