Hello! I present to you all my first ever FINISHED commission! (Emphasis on finished) This is the first installment in a several-part fanfiction series around some of the lovely ladies from CoD: MW II! This first chapter features the lovely Roze and an OC of the commissioner! I hope you like him because this story will follow his adventures! Stay tuned for Valeria and Farah!
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As the sun gently set over the forests of the Rocky Mountains, Rozlin Helms sat comfortably in her warm cabin. She had lit several scented candles and dimmed the lights in preparation for a night of self love. Roze sat up in her soft, cozy bed completely naked, her legs splayed open as she indulged in her lust. One hand cupped her perfectly soft, round breast, moving it in small circles and pinching her stiff nipple between her fingers. Her flesh spilled out of her palm with just how much there was, but it just served to turn her on more. She loved how endowed she was, in several places! In her other hand-albeit barely-was her
cock!
Her hand couldn't even wrap halfway around it as she stroked up and down her stupendous length. Roze was taking it slow, taking the journey from the root of her meat pole to the engorged, purple tip with sensual care. Her member glistened with lube in the low light, delicious wet sounds accompanying each stroke. Precum was already gushing from her crown, running over her hand and down to her swollen balls which rested on the mattress. They throbbed in time with her powerful heartbeat, brewing up untold amounts of potent, sperm-packed cum. Roze adored nights like this, nights where she could just lay back and edge for hours on end. The nuts she would bust at the end of these were absolutely divine, despite being a nightmare to clean up. She took a moment to grab a small vibrator from her nightstand and smear it up and down her cum slit, bathing it in layers of her milky she-pre. Once she was satisfied with the lubrication of the device, she tucked her hand under her heavy balls and pushed it into her tight asshole. Roze turned it on and instantly moaned as it began humming against her oversized prostate. She hissed and pinched her nipple, pulling on it hard as her precum production only ramped up. The veins along her shaft pulsed harder, pumping more and more blood through her organ as she stroked faster. Her balls began to tighten in their overstuffed sack, pulling to her body as they prepared a monumental orgasm.
BZZZZZZT! BZZZZZZT!
"UUUGHH! Fuck you!" Roze reached over and muted the call coming through her phone, too focused on her impending climax. She growled at the fact that it had almost been ruined, and that she had to build her orgasm back up. Desperate for release now, Roze tucked her pulsating beast between her voluptuous tits, her girth enough to push them apart slightly as she began to massage herself. On top of that, she also licked and kissed her angry mushroom cap, savoring the salty seed that exuded from her cum hole. She was so close. Just a few more minutes and-
BZZZZZZT! BZZZZZZT!
"FuuuuuUUUUCK!!!" Roze let out a groan that turned into a yell. Reluctantly she let her cock fall from her tits and smack into the bed with a wet slap, sending drops of precum flying everywhere. She checked the caller ID and answered it. "What is it, Mace?!" she barked into the phone. "It's late and I'm busy!" Her cock throbbed, angrily spewing precum in protest of losing her attention.
"Sorry to disturb you, Roze, but I just intercepted a transmission from Shadow Company. They've sent an agent to your coordinates to intercept you."
"What?!" Roze leapt out of bed, her cock swinging and knocking an empty can off her night stand.
"They're approximately two klicks south of your location. You have time to evacuate."
"I'm not running, Mace. I'm making an example out of this fucker." Roze had her phone on speaker now and was struggling to don sweatpants with her now-blue balls and still-hard cock. The first thing she grabbed was a wide, vibrating cock ring. She jammed it onto her shaft and turned it to max. "Fucking Shadow bastard. You're not ruining my orgasm!"
"Orgasm?"
"Nothing!" She elected to just stuff her cock down one of her pant legs before throwing on a tank top, not even caring about a bra. She finished her outfit with her signature black mask. Despite wearing all black, her fit was much more casual than she would have liked, bits of her skin showing in various spots and compromising her camouflage. It would have to do. Roze loaded a magazine into her ISO and stuffed several more into her pockets before heading out the back door into the woods.
Sergeant Cain Irons was born for solo missions like this, and Shadow Company knew it. The young mercenary specialized in stealth infiltration missions, primarily due to his height and weight; or rather lack thereof. He was fully kitted out for this mission; body armor, night vision, the works. Not a millimeter of skin was exposed, and he blended in with the night like a melanistic panther. His earpiece crackled with interference before a voice came through from Shadow 2-1.
"Come in, Reaper. You should be coming upon the house any second now. Stay on guard."
"Don't have to tell me twice." Cain responded. "I've seen Roze in action. I know what I'm up against." He checked the safety on his P90 and continued forward, making barely a sound as he advanced up to the dark cabin. No lights were on inside the structure, but that only served to worry him further. "No lights on, checking perimeter." He aimed his firearm in front of him, scanning his surroundings through the holo-sight on top. Cain slowly paced a circle around the cabin, making sure to clear every inch of the outside. "No signs of Roze outside, proceeding to the door." He took his first step on the porch, cringing to himself as the aged wood creaked under his heavy boot. He nervously looked around before continuing toward the door, squatting down and testing the knob.
Locked.
Cain rummaged through his belt and withdrew a small lockpick. He set his gun down so he had both hands to work with and set to it.
"The key is under the mat." A feminine voice suddenly spoke above him. Cain jumped in surprise, his head snapping up in search of the voice. A black-clad feminine figure was wedged between the rafters of the porch, staring down at him like a spider on the hunt. In a panic, Cain reached for his gun, but the woman was already falling on top of him. Like a constricting snake, she wrapped herself around him, her thighs clamping down on his neck as her hands grabbed his forearms. The mercenary slammed down onto his back, his gun skittering out of his reach. "Nice try, small fry, but Shadow needs to send their best if they want to take me out!"
