"That enough for you, tough guy" Zara shouted. Her words were sarcastic but the edge in her voice was gone.
She sheathed her dagger and walked over to where John was standing with an aloof expression as if the fight was child’s play for her, which in all fairness, it was.
She could feel his eyes boring into her, and his aura rippled with distrust. His sharp gaze was so intense, it felt as if he could read her like a book and she tried her best to stay calm, but the pressure from his stare was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
It took every ounce of her being to remain composed, and just as she was about to lose it, he finally broke the silence.
"Come with me," John commanded.
He turned around and began to walk. His steps were long and swift, and it was clear that he was not used to being slowed down.
Zara could do nothing but follow behind, her face brimming with anger. She hated being told what to do and ordered around, much more when the one doing it was a man.
"Where are we going?" She didn’t like being kept in the dark and she wanted to speak with her usual snarky tone, but she could not risk angering John.
John didn’t answer, even as he stepped back inside the base. As they travelled the courtyard, John turned around when he arrived at the front door.
"You will be on duty, today. Use your Skills to look out for suspicious activity then report to me. You better pray that you find the spy."
He then disappeared inside the base, leaving her alone in the cold, empty courtyard with only the sounds of distant battle to keep her company.
Her eyes scanned the buildings around her as she began her task, trying to discern who was the spy among them.
Meanwhile, John walked back to his room and Jolene accompanied him. He laid back on the bed with Jolene’s head nuzzled against his neck, her naked breasts resting against his muscular chest and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, snuggling against him as if they were lovers, as if she hadn’t betrayed her man.
John fondled Jolene’s breasts absentmindedly while he surveyed the base with his Web of Whispers. He didn’t need Zara to keep an eye on everyone, but he wanted to see what she’d do.
As he closed his eyes, images from every angle of the base entered his mind like a 3D display, but he noticed something odd. The door of a room in the men’s building was open slightly. He inspected the hallway from every angle until he saw a heat haze coming from the door.
"That’s her," he muttered with a smirk on his face.
Jolene raised her gaze, wondering what her master was doing, "is everything alright?"
John answered by squeezing her nipple, eliciting a moan from the tanned beauty. His gaze was fixed on the woman lurking inside the building.
Jolene straddled his thigh as she rubbed herself on him, her hands groping his body and she gasped when she felt his manhood poking against her folds.
Her hand trailed down his chiselled body, caressing the ridges and crevices until it rested on his abs, her fingertips gently pressing down, her fingers sliding on the side of his erect manhood.
She began rubbing his manhood through his clothes with slow, circular motions, causing John’s pulse to race and his erection to harden as blood flowed through it.
John’s eyes focused on the woman spying on his base, ignoring the horny woman who was ready to be his sex toy.
The woman was using the heat veil to avoid detection and it was hard to tell what her face looked like since it was blurred due to the heat, but as John had already seen it in action, he knew it was Zara.
As Jolene teased his engorged cock head with licks and kisses, he gripped the back of her head like a lion gripping its prey in its mouth, but before she could protest, John pulled her in and pressed her face to his manhood.
Zara was hiding inside the room, spying on the people and her heat veil would make her undetectable.
’Does she know about my Web of Whispers?’ John wondered as he bobbed Jolene’s head on his manhood.
Zara was hidden in one of the empty rooms and she seemed to be following Marco, Maria’s ex-fiance.
John’s eyes pulled together and his lips twitched upwards into a grin as he stroked Jolene’s head gently.
Was Marco really the spy and if so, how did she find him so quickly?
John sighed as he felt Jolene’s throat tightening around the tip of his erection.
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He pushed Jolene’s head down, making her take him all the way to the base and he heard her cough and gag, her hands squeezing his legs, but he only let go after shooting a huge load down her throat.
Zara used her teleportation ability and disappeared with Marco. It was time to move. He looked down at Jolene who was struggling to regain her breath and her face was covered in semen.
"Clean my cock."
Jolene smiled and moved towards John, licking her lips as she stared at the glistening, thick cock in front of her. Her tongue swirled around the head as her mouth moved along the length, swallowing his whole member as her saliva ran down it and dribbled down his shaft.
John caressed her and pulled her back.
"Good job," he said, slapping her face gently with his softening shaft.
"Go and tell Octavia—no, tell Maria to be on high alert around the base."
Jolene nodded, wiping the semen off her face with her forearm and her eyes lit up. "You’re gonna fuck me again, tonight?" She asked expectantly.
John shrugged. "Maybe. I don’t know if I’m in the mood to fuck you later," he said, dismissing her with a wave of his hand.
She pouted, her eyes full of sadness as if she couldn’t believe that John did not want her.
John smirked, "put on your best outfit and convince me," he said with a cheeky grin.
Jolene squealed in delight as she bounced towards her room.
John’s smirk turned into a frown as soon as Jolene left. It was time to pay Marco a visit.