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"Before we begin dining, I propose a toast! A toast to working together to keep our nation safe! To the Stasi, AND to Griffin!"
A man in a red coat, his raven's nest of hair topped with a red beret raises his glass, and responds.
"To all of us! And to Germany!"
A white-haired lady raises hers in response, with the rest of the table following suit.
"Well said, Commander Schnee! To all of us indeed!"
They drink, then sit down, beginning their meal. Some at the table, such as Sabrina tuck in quickly, scoffing away at their food the moment the toast is over. Others are more hesitant to begin their consumption, with Amaris taking small cuts of Sauerbraten, whilst looking across the table at her sister, eyes narrowed. Aliana returns the gaze, staring across as she puts a forkfull of gravy-topped potato in her mouth. The commander takes a break from his meal to write something down.
"Note to self, although they're no longer trying to kill each other, the two could improve when it comes to being around each other."
He resumes eating, enjoying the succulent beef cuts provided. To his left, 416, clad in a tight fitting blue tuxedo, downs her glass of wine.
"It's wine, not beer, try not to drink it too fast."
She turns to him, a tipsy grin on her face.
"I can get drunk however I want to, Dummkopf."
A short man to the right of the commander pipes up.
"Look who's all loose, Miss Grumpy Pants."
"If you want a Miss Grumpy Pants, you're going about the right way to get one, Dier."
"Fine, just don't blame me when I add a few surcharges your next maintenance."
Dier then takes a sip of his own drink, appreciating the rich, strong flavour, before resuming his meal, whilst thinking about the past week.
------ Hamburg, 4 days ago ------
An E60 M5 rolls into an underground car park, inconspicuously rolling along until they stop nearby an unnasumming white van.
"Target sighted."
"Copy. Cleared to engage."
At that point, multiple figures dressed in a mix of black and camo burst out of the vehicle, guns raised in the direction of the van. They spread out surrounding it, cutting off every direction.
"This is the Federal Police! All in the white van, exit the vehicle with your hands raised."
The doors of the VW swing open, a pair of gunmen raising their firearms in an attempt to resist. They can barely get a shot off, the operators fire several rounds into them before they can do anyhting of worth, and they crumple, one falling out of the back. The vehicle begins to reverse in an attempt to evade capture, an officer jumping out of the way, the open boot door narrowly missing her.
"Plug the driver!"
A few shots burst through into the the driver's side of the van, and the van stops steering, instead bumping into a pillar behind it. A pale-haired operator rips the door off of the passager side and pulls out the last surviving terrorist, attempting to restrain her.
"You are under arrest for conspiracy and attempted murder. Anything you say can be used against you in court."
Another officer taps her on the shoulder, issueing her an order.
"416, get her locked and secure till the backup arrives. We've got a bigger issue to deal with."
Apon this second statement, the officer points to inside of the van, a bomb now clearly visible.
She adheres, her and another policeman dragging the would-be bomber. Meanwhile, the shortest of the enforcement team walks up to the van with a toolkit, whistling a tune. He steps up into the rear of the vehicle, then adjusts his rifle, taking the sling over his shoulders and putting it to the side.
"Right, let's see what we have here..."
He examimes the device, checking over it with a torch whilst being careful not to move anything. A few wires sticking into an old cellular phone draws his attention.
"Dier, have you found anything?"
The EOD technician responds as he reaches for a pair of wire cutters.
"Yup. Since they didn't want to risk the bomb going off during transit, there's not really much anti-handling measures applied to the device itself. It's just a old cellphone wired to a few bricks of PE, and reason has had me figure out that it's supposed to go off with a phone call... However, if there's no current, then no boom. So..."
He holds the wires of the device together, then cuts them at once.
"That'll do it. Putty's safe, since there's nothing to set it off now."
"Good work."
--------- Stasi-Griffin Dinner, present ----------
Everything continues as standard, with desert being served, and the conclusion of the dinner. Dier turns around and stands up, on his way out of the extravagant dining hall. After some walking, he ends up in the lobby, where many of the attendees are either leaving the hotel, or going off to their own rooms. He eyes M4A1 exchanging words with a Filipino commando, the pinoy leaning towards her. Whilst they flirt, Aliana crouches down next to them, rubbing under the chin of one of her Belgian Malinois, whilst the other sits by her side, wagging his tail.
As the young man scans the room, he feels a hand on his shoulder. Standing tall about him in an easily-recognisable maroon coat, it's a commander from Griffin, specifically the same raven-haired hunk he'd been working with in Hamburg.
Wait, why did he just mentally call him a hunk?
"Dier."
The technician turns to face his superior.
"Yeah, Schnee?"
As the commander speaks, 416 leans to Dier's opposite side, looking at him whilst smiling lightly, not completely drunk, but not exactly sober either, a blush evident.
"416 and I are going to my room to have a little... private celebration of ours. I think you'd enjoy yourself a fair bit if you joined us. Care to come with?"
The bluenette holds his arm, her breasts gently pressing against him. She speaks, both her tipsy state and her lust being barely concealed, her breah husky.
"Come on, come with us, Dummkopf, it'll be great. We'll treat you good, real good."
Slightly intimidated by the prospect, but also curious, Dier silently nods, heading with the pair towards the elevator. On the way, Dier pulls 416 in his direction, just about preventing her from tripping over the leg of a very, very fat man, two paramedics standing over him, little rainbow-coloured candies scattered all around them.
"There's no pulse. He's gone."
Schnee makes a remark regarding this news as they wait for the lift to come down.
"Ah well, never liked the bastard anyways."
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The trio walk into the room, with 416 starting the after-festivities, walking in front of the two men, her shirts' buttons clinging for dear life in her sky-blue tuxedo. She smiles, before relieving the buttons of their plight, each undone cuff revealing more skin, until all that covers her bossom is a pair of lace cups. Following this, she removes her jacket and shirt in one fell move, casting them onto the bed.
Changing her focus of area momentarily, she undoes her trousers, sliding them down to reveal her smooth, plump thighs. Her shapely, round ass then comes into view as she turns, unhooking the back of her bra, only gor her to face them once again as she slides it off, fully displaying her ample bust, her peachy, round breasts punctuated by her erect nipples.
She then steps back, as the commander then takes his turn stripping off. He's far less subtle, tossing off his maroon coat in a single movement, before lifting his shirt over his head, revealing his muscular torso. After this, he yanks down his trousers and boxer shorts, exposing every in of his flesh.
Dier gazes up his boss' firm, practically-bursting chest, seated neatly above a solid, bulging set of abs, then glances down at his thick, well-built calves, before returning his gaze upwards. The commander turns his head to the engineer.
"Hey, Schlüssel, you gonna keep staring, or are you gonna take your kit off too?"
Taken slightly aback by his superior's directness, he jumps slightly, then begins to strip. His shirt comes off, revealing a pair of small shoulders and a rather petit chest, with two slightly puffed, perky nipples poking out. After that, his trousers slowly descend, revealing slim but slightly-toned legs.
"You're looking splendid," the commander remarks.
"Thanks..." Dier mumbled, now his attention currently directed at 416, who's staring at him expectantly, whilst pointing to her crotch.
"How about you take these off?" she asks, steam seemingly rolling off her tongue.
He kneels, and his fingers advance to her panties to do as commanded, only for the commander to put a hand between the two, convoying the message to halt.
"Not with your hands."
Dier looks up at him confused, before he issues a second request.
"Use your teeth."
He moves his head closer, leaning towards her thigh gap, before his nose meets her tummy. He moves his face around, trying to get his mouth to her pantline, before finally catching hold of the lace with his teeth. He tugs down, feeling her flesh against his face as he pulls down her underwear, slowly exposing her damp, tender slit. After some more tugging, he slides it off her legs, then looks back up at her fully-on-display cunt. The commander crouches down next to him, palcing a hand on his shoulder.
"Well, you enjoyed your meal downstairs... Here's desert."
A hand lowers itself onto his hair, gripping his head and bringing it towards his colleague's wet heat. He opens his mouth, latching his mouth around her opening, and sticks his tongue in. It's tight, and quite warm, and certainly leaking a tad bit. He swirls it around, rubbing it against the walls of her vagina, starting slowly. She shudders, whimpering out a few breathless moans as she looks down and makes eye contact with her pleasure-giver, electronic green optics meeting natrual orange irises below them. This only further encourages him to tease her, tickling the top of her inside with his tongue, her juices trickling down as she narrows her thigh gap around him.
Whilst she held Dier hostage in her crotch, Schnee leaned in, giving HK416 a very, very sloppy mouth-to-mouth kiss, whilst his left hand gropes at her tits, greedily grabbing at the available flesh.
As the two make out, Dier continues giving oral, alternating between paying attention to her clit and giving the rest of her womanhood a good licking, lapping and lashing at her most sensitive spots. HK416 leans back, propping herself against a wall to try and keep herself upright, bracing against the jolts of intense stimulation that would come whenever her smaller consort looped his tongue around a particularly sensitive place, shaking with each lick and trying to recover during his slower swirls, only to jut an hand behind her onto the wall as she came for the first time that night, both metaphorical and literal electricity flowing through her nerves, her senses briefly overcome with her climax, with her slowly sliding down against the wall before pushing back up as Dier pulls away, not breaking eye contact with his barely-composed colleague astl their superior gives a word of guidance.
"I think it's only fair you return the favour, 416."
She obliges, kneeling in front of Dier, gazing up at his throbbing erection, before extending her tongue out to it. She licks his shaft, her tongue trailing along his member. She slides her upper lip over the top of his cock, and begins to move down, enveloping his cock inside her throat. She lets more of his cock inside herself, Dier's meat both rubbing against the top of her mouth and pushing her tongue to the bottom of it, eventually pushing into her throat as her lips met his crotch. Here, 416 would then begin to slowly slide up, slurping as she receeded, only to gulp back down on the return, at one point going from circling his tip with her tongue to fully-throating his shaft in a matter of moments.
Her efforts did not go without reaction. Dier whimpered with each subtle movement, his breaths shaking and heavy as his colleague dripped spit from her maw onto his firm-yet-tender length, the feeling wet and slick.
"You seem to be a bit shaky on your feet, Dier, how about you take a seat?" The commander suggests, tapping his hand on his bare lap, his thick, upright cock facing in the technician's direction, his member dripping with lube. Dier obliges, shuffling back before resting his ass just above the commander's crotch, the bulbous bellend pushing lightly at his rear entrance.
A hand extends out and places itself around his thigh, slowly pulling his hips inwards and down. He whimpers, feeling his anus tighten around Schnee's shaft as he gets penetrated, the erect intruder sensually scraping against his insides as it ventures further, only encouraging his higher-up to pull in more, and to enter even deeper.
"Yes... yes... that's it..." Dier yelps out as the commander fully stuffs his ass, rubbing against his prostate.
His initial yelp morphs into a quiet scream as his other partner resumes her fellatio on him, sliding her tongue up and down his meat, the rubbing and stroking contributing to an overwhelming two-sided assault on his entire being, his pupils rolling back as the commander bounced him up and down on his throbbing cock, with new sensations only adding to his groaning state of lust, with Schnee's fingertips now teasing and toying with his perked-up nipples. Words fail to form as he shakes and shudders, physical and psychological ecstacy seizing him in it's merciless throws of pleasure.
He begins to grind against his larger colleague, his rear being slammed into by his partners' crotch, every movement visceral and delectable.
"Ahh, harder!"
A similar effect is had on the commander, with the latter groaning deeply as his shaft slides in and out of Dier at an ever-increasing pace, his loins overcome with pleasure until he starts a chain reaction, climaxing inside Dier's clenched, shivering inner walls and releasing a deluge of ejaculate.
As a result, Dier's quiet scream loses that descriptive term as he moans wildly, throws his head back when he similtaneously orgasms from both his prostate and cock, quivering almost violently as his senses explode with euphoria, this causing for him to release his seed into HK416's mouth, which she gladly accepts, gulping it down without a second thought.
The engineer then lies back against Schnee's chest, breathing deeply and heavily, the larger man cradling him, before allowing Dier to roll onto the bed.
In these few seconds of rest, the bluenette climbs up onto the bed before kneeling between the pair of men, inviting them in for a final round of carnal pleasure.
"Come on, why don't we give this a proper finish?" She whispers, spreading apart her pussy lips with her fingers, dripping fluid onto the sheets.
They graciously accept her offer, shuffling across the bed until they oppose each other, with Dier then pulling himself up to his feet and placing himself behind the bluenette, whilst Schnee looks up, with HK416's bust hanging down towards him, her nips almost like a second pair of lustful, hungry eyes staring at him. Well, a third, seeing as Dier had now slipped himself into her tight behind, having her breathing quicken and thicken as she raised herself above the commander's shaft, her tight, warm sex decending gradually onto his cock as she let out a , throaty gasp.
"Ahh, Shiesse... fuck!"
Throughout his sliding up, she clamped her insides around him, the pressure increasing the higher his member rose into her vagina, her innermost parts coiling around his cock as it stirred her womanhood, whilst her rear also followed suit, tightening around Dier's throbbing length, her face contorting into various flushed and aroused expressions as she inserted and moved the two's shafts inside of her excited and waiting orifices.
She then began to move her hips, her nether tunnel gripping around Schnee's cock with a firm pressure, her internal linings clinging to his member in a fashion that was almost straight up aggressive, forcing out a low, gutteral and deliberately erotic moan out of the commander. He musters out a short statement:
"Damn... That's tight!"
The bluenette rose and fell, her crotch bobbing with her full-body movements, a metronome-like pace forming as she was pierced from either side, rolling her hips as she enveloped both cocks in her searing, glistening holes, the sensation raw and vivid. She turned her head to the right, meeting the mouth of her other partner, her tongue jousting with his as a hand from below grasped onto her breast, groping and fondling her chest.
"Ah, Dier, Schnee, you two... damn dummkopf... ahh!"
Fingers grasped with soft tissue, massaging her ample cleavage and teasing her nipples as she was penetrated from both ends, causing her to delicately whimper her sensitivity now heightened in her state of arousal, with it now being her turn to face that soul-shaking double-ended pleasure Dier recieved a few minutes ago.
The two men vigorously thrust in rhythm with her meeting their pace, Dier grabbing her shoulders and pushing her down as she clasps Schnee's hands in hers as he repeatedly bottomed out inside her inner heat, her velvet-texture pussy lining satisfying every possible pleasure-perceiving inch of his penis. The pistoning of these these thrusts made HK416 tremble in ecstacy, its effect on her only amplified due to Dier giving the exact same heartful treatment to her other cavern, with his shaft's rubbing, pulsing and grinding making it not only impossible to ignore, but also absolutely irresistible. As the stimulus increases, her eyes narrow and widen on occasion, her barely-in-focus pupils seeming to bounce in a similar matter to her tits.
Both of her openings buzz with sensation as the trio continue in their passion, the friction in her holes just at the right level to drive her absolutely crazy, her legs trembling in bliss as her sweet spots were hit in rapid, deliberate succession, the synchronous motion of the three strentching out the area of effect of this targeting and intensifying any pleasure HK416 was feeling from the sensual onslaught.
The twice-impaled doll clutched harder on the commander's hands, her hot, slippery core quivering in delight as her two companions kept giving her their desire's physical manifestation in full force, their lengths probing and pushing her depths in a way that made it impossible to resist the cascade of feeling caused by the act.
"Fuck! I'm so close..." She whimpers out inbetween uncontrolled moans and steamy breaths.
This continuous, relentless pleasure, eventually pushes all three participants over the edge, with Schnee's hips bucking as he fills her front with his seed, ropes of cum shooting inside the orgasming T-doll. HK416 rolled her head over Dier's shoulder, burying her face in his neck as her holes were filled, convulsing from the climax overloading her nerves and giving her a level of pleasure not though possible to her. It seemed as if a steamy mist were rolling off her breath as she puffed and panted, a most ridiculous expression on her visage.
She stays in that position for some time, before eventually coming off of Schnee, lying beside him. Dier joins her, also exhausted, collapsing to the other side of the commander.
The commander looked to either side, and he smiled.
Having HK416 was already great, but now? Things are about to get a lot better.