Soldier Captain America Novels & Stories

* Later that evening when I arrived at the training center, the captain of the soldier stood at the door with some of his top soldiers. “Alpha” They all called and lowered their heads in respect. “I came to watch my champion train” I lied and the captain orders the solders to get me into the centre. “Can you do me one favor” I said to the soldier that has ushering me to the training hall. “Yes Alpha” He said, right before we were close to centre. “Make sure you don’t allow your captain walk inside anytime soon. I have a reward for you if you can help me”

So, how the hell is this happening in the morning? "So, where are the others?" I inquired, looking at the fidgeting werewolf soldier before me. "I left them at the battlefront," the werewolf soldier replied, quickly dropping to his knees, aware that I had the power to behead him on the spot. I often questioned who had appointed him as the werewolf captain because he was hardly deserving of the position. "So, you mean to tell me that you abandoned the werewolf soldiers to fight each other to the death and saved yourself?" I interrogated the werewolf captain, who stood before me like a condemned man.

"I'm okay. Are you... Are you from the Birkham army?" "Yes," the soldier replied, a hint of excitement in his voice. "It's so chaotic here. I didn’t expect to meet someone from our country." Nina's first thought was whether she might meet Nash. But seeing the soldier in front of her, she realized he probably didn’t know her or Nash. She decided to ask cautiously, "Do you know Nash York?” To her surprise, the soldier's eyes lit up. "Ah, you know our Captain York?" Nina's emotions welled up. "Where is he?"

Even his clothing appeared different to match his new physique. Cafer turned to attempt a pass at the barricade when he came face to face with a large soldier. Although it been many years, he recognized the man as a direct subordinate of Captain Caleb, the Captain over all the palace guard. The gnome took a deep breath and prepared to defend himself. "Excuse me, ma'am," the soldier said with a tilt of his head. "Have you seen anyone resembling former Chief Cafer?" "No sir," Cafer said, realizing at once that his voice had not changed. He attempted to relax and raise his pitch. "Should I be worried?"

Naturally the Captain were also well known figure in the Minister of Homeland Security and Immigration, he is a rather large man, standing at almost 2 meter high, large muscular stature, even the Tablet that he hold in his hand looks like a small smart phone. “It seems like these time, aside from the usual Army…these time even the Knight Division and also Mage Division also attending…now that is quiet interesting…”.(Captain Carmen Ildroun) Wearing a Black with white lining Aeternum military uniform, as she seated in a relax manners, the Half-Dark Elf, from Aeternum Central Intelligence Agency, greeted the 2 rather new and also stood out from the crowds. And just like the atmosphere has turne

“What an interesting choice.” The captain was taken aback by the comment, and floundered a response. “I, er, was I mistaken?” he stammered. “I apologize… I, uh, what should I call you?” “Whatever suits you,” Lucifer said, and waved off the question dismissively. The mercenary captain looked around nervously at his officers in search of answers, but none of them had one for him. Instead, the captain cleared his throat and adjusted his stance. “I… look, I understand that you love to play games,” said the captain, “but now isn’t the time. Our fleet’s taking a serious beating. If this keeps up, we’re gonna lose our charge, and our contract’s gonna get voided. We can’t afford that.”

Instead I felt like shit, like a total failure. “It’s okay guys, you don’t need to do this” I said. “Do what?” Xyla replied, pretending like she knew nothing of what I was talking about. Just at that time, the teacher walked in and classes began, I couldn’t stop glancing over at Emory, he had his head down and barely paid attention to the class. Ofcourse no one bothered him, he was the captain of the hockey team and his grades were just enough to keep him in the team.

“That is a complete lie, sir. She blocked the door and put her hands on me first.” “I do not care who started it,” he cut in sharply, glaring at both of us with total authority. “If I see or hear even a whisper of another altercation between you two before this showcase concludes, I will personally sign the paperwork to disqualify both of you on the spot. Do I make myself crystal clear?” Mirabelle bit her lip, swallowing hard before ducking her head. “Yes, sir. My apologies.” “Yes, sir,” I muttered, pulling my jacket straight and stepping back.

He stopped abruptly when he saw the scene: me on my knees, Hero's cock buried to the hilt in my throat, saliva dripping down my chin, tears in my eyes. The soldier froze, his face turning bright red. “Capo… I… I’m sorry, I didn’t know…” he stammered, visibly shaking, his eyes wide with terror. Heros didn’t even slow down. He continued fucking my mouth with firm thrusts, holding my head in place so I couldn’t pull away. His icy eyes turned to the soldier, his voice sharp as a blade. “Say what you came to say. Now.” The soldier swallowed hard, his face pale, hands trembling so badly the folder nearly fell.

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”