No matter how hard she tried, a particular kind of rain would always bring back memories to Dana Magnussen, so far away now in time and space, yet accessible in an instant. Raindrops had pattered and spattered on the Wards of the Mages as they had charged in arrow formation towards the lines of the waiting forces of the Yellow Autarch of Carcosa. Civilized people did not fight in the rain, and they had almost been caught by surprise when they saw our lines forming up and preparing. Our horses were far more eager for the fight than their riders and the Mages could all feel their excitement. We had been shown how to hold our lances, which had been to disguise who we really were, and our Wards had been set to overlap so that they formed an arrowhead ahead of us. Connie, the Warrior, was of course at the point, just as ready to fight with sword and spells as the horses had been. Three of the Healers were on either side, with one Engineer for each to anchor. Harold and she had been on the right side, with him next to her. The rain, which had been falling lightly up to this point, began in earnest just as the trumpets blared, the infantry started banging on their shields with their swords and yelling, and the charge began.
Only an hour before, she had pulled his naked body onto hers in her tent. He had taken his time, kissing and licking his way up her belly, balanced on his right hand while his left had been gently stroking her pussy and rubbing her clitoris, then paying his respects to her breasts, giving her nipples gentle licks and a few sparks that shot directly to her brain and inflamed her even more.
"You do the same things to me every time and I still get turned on," she had whispered as he'd finally settled on her and held her head between his strong, calloused hands.
"It's something about the power of love," he had replied quietly, brushing her lips with his. "I think I'll stay here like this and enjoy the quiet intimacy of it."
"I don't think so, bub," she had replied, reaching down to grab his hot, hard cock and putting it at the entrance of her vagina. "That cock is going inside me and isn't coming out until it has delivered its load of hot, yummy cum. Oh!" He had thrust all the way into her in one push.
"You are so demanding," he had said, gently thrusting in and out as their bodies moved in the old familiar rhythm. "Maybe this will soften you up." His eyes, an odd shade of blue with hints of green that people always said reminded them of the ocean, had lost focus and she had felt little sparks tickling her already aroused clitoris, provoking an involuntary moan.
"I feel something that isn't getting softer," she had gasped in reply, squeezing him hard and feeling every bump and ridge on that wonderful cock of his. She found enough concentration to start sending a few sparks into it, making his body shake a bit and him groan quietly.
"I'm going to bring you first," he had said somewhat defiantly, pumping harder and faster, overloading her brain and sending her body stampeding towards orgasm, but he was already pulsing and then delivered several squirts of cum that had filled her up. "Oh, Dana, you've taken my cum again," he had said as they enjoyed the afterglow. "How much is too much?"
"I think that I have a fifty-gallon limit," she had replied, rolling him off, making his softening organ pop out of her with one last rub against her clitoris. "I think that we have a battle to prepare for."
"Maybe if we refused to get dressed, they wouldn't let us," he had said hopefully as they had Cleaned their fluid-saturated genitals.
"Hopper and Malone would put us on horses at sword-point, regardless of our state of dress," she had replied, "and I have no desire to do a Lady Godiva ride straight at a line of unfriendly Carcosans waving sharp and pointy things at me." She had stood up and hauled him to his feet and into her arms.
"But think of the distraction factor. Everyone's eyes would be on those magnificent bouncing breasts and flowing blonde hair of yours and they'd totally forget about the rest of us," he had said between hot, gentle kisses.
"Moser! Magnussen! If you two have finished fucking each other's brains out, we would like the pleasure of your company at the mustering area in ten minutes!" bellowed Major Hopper's all-too-familiar and unwelcome voice from outside the tent.
"Yes, master. Whatever you say, master," Harold had replied in a patently fake servile voice, making her laugh and him growl something unprintable as he'd moved off to hassle the other Mages in similar situations. As adjunct members of the Army, they weren't subject to the full range of discipline that the military could level at them, but Hopper and Malone had had their own creative and evil ways of making their displeasure known.
"After this is over, we will celebrate," she had said as they had started dressing. But as things had turned out, they had never had another opportunity to have sex. A jolt from a bump in the road caused her to awaken from her doze and look around. Her eyes focused on Mary and Charlie, who had been married long before Carcosa and were still married now. They had also apparently been woken up.
"By any chance, were you two ever Drill Instructors way back when the world was a lot younger?" she asked. They looked at each other and grinned.
"What makes you think that, after all these years?" Mary replied in her mid-range voice that had been made husky by years of shouting at unfortunate subordinates, trying to look innocent. Innocence was not a natural expression for her wrinkled, foxy-looking face, with its pointed chin, sharp green eyes, thin lips on a relatively wide mouth, and bushy eyebrows that had once been black, but now were silver.
"A few years ago, I bumped into Kate Selwin, one of the other Healers, in the Capitol, and she said that she'd had to Heal up some recruits who complained about some of the antics of their DI, which sounded just as evil and manipulative as yours were." They both laughed, startling Lakash Moto, the head of the local chapter of the Order of St. Thrimble, who had been picked up in Havisham on their way, to wakefulness.
"We may have spent a few years in the position," Charlie replied in his deep, gravelly voice. He had a fringe of gray hair around a shiny dome of a head, brown eyes that still had the power to strike terror into those upon whom they gazed, a hatchet-like nose, bushy gray eyebrows, and a neatly-trimmed mustache over a generous but thin-lipped mouth. "After a while, we decided that we needed to up our game and terrorize more than groups of new recruits. You guys were a real challenge because we had little real power over you, and you were experienced, very smart, and of course had Magic to aid in your various mischiefs."