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Aug 15

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ Heavenly Angel ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ NSFW 18+

(NSFW Erwin Rommel X Fem! Reader)

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀: No protection, little bit of gore, misogyny mentioned, creampie, praise, teasing, smut

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀Summary: When denied entry into the military, you decided to secretly join as a female in disguise of a male. Serving in the Afika Korps, 15th Panzer division with a famous commander nicknamed, “Desert Fox.” You, alongside every other soldier, adored him. During a fierce intense battle you were surrounded by the enemy, alone. Having no choice but to desert your position. Rommel, angered by your actions got a search party to find you and execute you.

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Walking to the recruiting station confidently, as a girl. Wanting to join so badly after hearing that they are recruiting soldiers.

When making your way through you only saw men, no women. You shrugged it off, thinking that women just aren’t interested in joining. All of the men stared at you with confusion, laughter, disgust, and in disbelief of seeing you inside the recruiting station.

You on the other hand, paid no mind. They stared, so what? But it was getting hard as you tried to ignore it, you heard chuckles from other men, whispers, and looks that were full of lust and some of them making you feel like you were some sort of weird species that didn’t belong in this place.

While patiently waiting it was finally your turn. Walking to the front desk as the man sitting in the chair looked at the paper, not bothering to stare up after having to endure this for hours.

“What is your name, age, address, and your current job?”

Grabbing his pen, getting ready to write down the words of what you were asked by him.

“My name is _____, I’m ___ years old, my address is at _____, and currently my job is being a waitress.”

He paused hearing that feminine voice. Thinking he must’ve heard wrong he lifted his head up to see who it was.

His face looked at you, stunned with his jaw half open from shock of what he was seeing. A girl here? What was she exactly doing in this place?

Placing down the pen as he looked around, thinking something was entirely wrong. Clearing his throat before speaking, seemingly confused and unable to understand why someone like her was here.

A realization suddenly came to him, thinking why she was accidentally inside this place.

“Miss, you’re in the wrong place.”

Chuckling at you, thinking to himself that you were just lost and went in the incorrect direction.

“The Deutsches Rotes ekruez is outside, taking the left corner and going straight. In there you can enlist in becoming a nurse”

Expecting for you to just go, you stood there. Your face is full of confusion and of misunderstanding.

“Nurse? Who said I wanted to be a nurse? I came here to enlist in becoming a soldier.”

You could feel yourself getting annoyed. But the moment you said those words there was laughter around the room.

The men were uncontrollably laughing at you, thinking you were pulling a prank and being unserious. You turned your attention back to the man at the desk, feeling more nervous and worried than before.

You began to feel something stuck in your throat, and your eyes suddenly felt watery. You looked away, unable to contain the humiliation and rejection.

Immediately you ran out the door, trying to hold yourself together from crying in public. Their mocking stares made you want to hide in a safe place and never get out.

Arriving home as you ran to your room and slammed it loudly behind you, laying down on the bed as endless tears streamed down your face. This was unbelievable, just unbelievable.

Lowering your head down as you kept sobbing, trying to hold yourself together. You stood up, wiping the tears of your face deciding to maybe become a nurse, despite it not being your actual interest.

Looking at yourself in the mirror you tried to see what you could do to join. Maybe make some changes to your hair or face. You were scrambling for ideas in your head until one popped up.

Disguise yourself as a man.

The idea was surely risky, something that will get you in deep trouble if figured out by the higher authority in the military. But that was only if they knew, which you weren’t careless about.

Quickly you ran down the kitchen as you grabbed scissors and went inside the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror as a bit of hesitation hit you, but the need to become a soldier was stronger. Taking a deep breath as your hands move.

You could hear the scissors cutting your hair, like paper. It was a bit difficult but you managed. Once finished you held the hair that was yours now gone. You were truly upset that you had to cut it, disappointed but you knew this was necessary.

Looking away as you threw it in the trash, turning back to the mirror as you went back to cutting your hair. After finishing you took a long look at yourself in the mirror. It was still you but you looked strange. You’ve never cut your hair like this before so you weren’t quite used to it.

Your parents weren’t here at this moment, and wouldn't be coming back until next week since they were busy working. This only meant that you had enough time to make your plan to work.

Going to your parents room as you scattered through your fathers wardrobe and closet. Grabbing some of his clothes that were close enough to fit you. When you picked the perfect outfit you thought for a second, what about a birth certificate?

That one you didn’t think much about. With not much to lose you went through every wardrobe until you, for some reason, found your cousin's birth certificate. He was one year older than you but it didn’t matter.

Putting it in your pocket as you muttered to yourself,

“He won’t mind.”

Before leaving you left a note, saying you joined the Red Cross. This way they won’t question where you are nor why you’re gone.

Instead of going to the station you left a few hours ago you went to a different one. In there nobody looked at you funny. Thinking you were just another young man enlisting just like them.

As you walked to the man in the desk, trying your must not to sound too nervous nor too girly.

“Let’s see… What is your name, age, address, and your current job, sir?”

Inhaling deeply as you opened your mouth.

“My-my name is…Hel-Helmut, I’m ___ years old, my address is____, and I have no current job.”

Your voice was shaky, but not enough that he could hear it. He only nodded, focusing on what you were saying and on writing. When he finished he called up the next person.

Relief and excitement coursed through you. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, probably looking stupid to others. Some time passed by and needed to go through physical and ideological evaluations.

When doing the physical evaluations you took half the money your parents had in their savings. When going inside with the doctor you admitted what you were, bribing him with money that he would only earn in one or two years.

Seeing the amount of money you were offering, he was uncertain for a second, but took it in the end. Shoving it in his pocket as he wrote everything down to allow you to pass.

“Seems like everything is working fine. Nothing bad… You can go now.”

You were a bit regretful in having to steal money from your parents, though you shook away that thought. Not having time to feel sentimental about it.

With the ideological evaluation you were able to pass with ease. Not like it mattered, you just wanted to join already. Thinking you were finished you were informed that you had to go through the Reichsarbeitsdienst.

Knowing you’ve gone through so far you knew you couldn’t quit. While in the labor service, you hated nothing but the heat. Oh how horrible it was. This was basically just free labor and it was stupid.

Although, at least you kinda built up muscle. Six months went by and you successfully passed. Grateful that no one hasn’t suspected a thing about you. Nonetheless you knew that you now had to go through real military training.

During your time in training it was more difficult than what you thought. Sometimes you were left behind, causing you to get yourself into trouble without intended.

Almost getting caught of your identity, twice. One: Someone barging in while you were the only one showering, no clothes on. The second: your shirt ripping close to your chest, almost revealing the bandages you wrapped around your breast.

You could tell that some of the men in there suspected you, but overall almost all thought you were unusual and sorta odd for how you sometimes acted and carried yourself.

In those 16 weeks you have never felt so scared as much as before. It already felt like you were going through combat. The moment it finished you thought of crying tears of joy from how relieved you were that you were able to pass through it.

Inside the barracks everyone was grouped separately around, you didn’t think why but every person was waiting anxiously for where they were gonna be in.

You could feel yourself getting nervous too, sweating more than usual and your heart beating faster with every minute going by. The air inside felt thick, as if breathing too much would cause everyone to suffocate.

The Company Commander walked in, making everyone stiff. He went in the middle in order to talk to everyone. Looking down he had papers in his hand. Ready to inform everyone where they are bound to go.

“Listen up! Hear for your name and where you will be transferred.”

Your mind ignores everyone else's name, only focusing on hearing yours. You began to fidget without stopping, the background noise going quiet within your head as your thoughts uneasily awaited.

Thinking your heart was gonna explode, you heard your name be called from his mouth.

“____, you will be transferred to North Africa, the company you will be in is Afrika-Marschkompanie Nr. 14.”

You felt your heart sink. North Africa, seriously? Was there anything interesting in that place? Looking around, there were others trying to process the theater they were going to be sent to.

Hearing other people talk how being sent to the Eastern front was worse than anything else made you slightly relieved of not having to go there.

You spotted the group that were to be transferred to the Eastern front and all their faces only showed disappointment, distress, and acceptance. But mostly everyone in that group was sad.

Seeing them like that made you feel more grateful for being sent to the North Africa theater than to the Eastern front. Focusing back on where you were gonna be transferred you wondered if you would be able to see exotic animals you’ve never seen before.

Or, maybe even meet the famous field marshal whose name is Erwin Rommel. When you first saw a picture of him you had to admit he seemed very attractive. Even so, just seeing a picture of him alone got you turning red.

Having to go through medical procedures and training in order to get used to the extreme heat in North Africa. The amount of vaccines and testing to see whether your group, alongside you, were able to endure it.

You saw as a few men in the group were taken off due to being unable to deal with the extreme heat. It really made you wonder how bad the heat temperature was over there. And just how could someone be inside a tank with that kind of heatness?

After succeeding through all of it you afterwards got your uniform. It was dark green just like how you expected, and looked well fitted for being in the desert. You just hoped it didn’t get too dirty.

In deployment you were inside a ship, with another hundred men alongside. Pretty suffocating with not much space, and everyone doing their own thing to keep themselves occupied.

While sitting in a bunk bed, playing cards with three men, you've heard that one ship has already been destroyed by the British RAF. It was terrifying, could probably be your ship next. Though you shook off that thought, rather be entertained by playing cards than worrying about it.

When arriving your group were immediately rushed out, since air strikes were a common threat. Once in your base you saw men with their own tents. Resting in the shade from the heat.

While observing you were given a tent where it was already full of men. It reeked of sweat and extreme odor. It made you wonder if they showered at all.

If truthfully, you wondered when you would be able to take a shower. Could possibly be today or tomorrow. Didn’t matter, as long as you didn’t smell like them you were fine.

As you settled your things down you realized that your Field Marshal was Erwin Rommel! There was so much going on and your thoughts filling your head that you completely forgot!

A bit impatient you headed out of the tent, walking around just to spot him talking with other commanders. You stared at him, admiring how he looked among the others.

You must’ve been staring at him so long that you caught his eye and made eye contact with you. You, taken in surprise, quickly looked away and made your way to another place.

Your checks were possibly extremely red from how others were looking at you. One even asks if you're gonna have a heat stroke. Inside your tent your mind kept running back to that moment.

Couldn’t even think of anything else but him, the way he stared back at you, his focus being completely on you only made you want to kick your feet and giggle uncontrollably.

Though knowing if you did so, you would only get weird stares from the men inside the tent and you didn’t want that. Deciding to just take a walk outside you left your tent, curious to know how things work in this tropical place.

The heat seemed to have calmed down as it was less hot than before when you came. Noticing the tanks you quickly ran up to it, admiring how they looked.

Whilst busy you heard the voice of a man behind you. Turning around you were met with Erwin Rommel. He looked way more attractive close up and you couldn’t help but smile.

It was a surprise which made you panic for a moment but that feeling quickly left when you looked at his face. He was taller than you, your head basically touched his lower lip.

“Feeling well? I know the heat can be quite overwhelming at times but you'll eventually get used to it. Just need more time.”

His smile was gentle and his voice sounded so smooth. You were hoping your face wasn’t turning red again from how he lightly raised an eyebrow at you.

“Ye-yes. It’s been a lot for me. I’ve never experienced this type of heatness before, and so it feels like it’s melting my skin. It’s humidity is also terribly killing me.”

Laughing lightly at your words. “Couldn’t agree more. And the fact that we will be inside these tanks,” wavering toward them behind you.

“For hours in high temperatures while in combat.”

“How long do high temperatures last for? And do we often get showers sir?”

The last words made him laugh. As if what you said was completely a joke.

“Apologies for my sudden laughter, but we barely have any access to clean water, and so rarely shower at all. Another thing you will have to get used to.”

Realizing you would be smelling bad for days on end made you rethink your decisions of being here at all.

Noticing your dissatisfaction he patted your shoulder, trying to at least make you feel less disappointed.

“Don’t think of it as a bad thing, you’ll just have to go on with it like the soldier that you are. And eventually deal with it like every man here.”

You were taken back from him calling you a soldier, but you remembered that you were one, to them. Of course they didn’t know you were a woman, how could they?

Even if they did you would be faced with five guns facing you, your hands tied behind you and probably blindfolded.

It felt so odd and shocking, but you would have to get used to it. Though hearing him trying to at least comfort you made you more madly in love with him.

“I guess I will need to deal with it, it’s not like my whining will do anything about it. And now that I’m a soldier, I truly need to act like…”

Seeing your expression lighten up from his words, he only smiled and patted on your shoulder one more time before leaving you alone.

The moment he left you you couldn’t help but think of his smile. You hid behind the tanks just giggling to yourself and already thinking so highly of him.

You already feel head over heels for him and it hasn’t been a day. You wanted to see how he was during action! Hearing how he fought with his men, hoping he would be next to you while in combat.

Walking back to your tent you were once again hit by the amount of cigarettes being used and of the bad smell. You had to remind yourself this is how it would be for the rest of your days here.

Laying down on your bed you hoped that you would somehow bump into him or interact one more time, since he’s a busy man and definitely talks to more officers or lieutenants, your hope of talking to him was low.

Closing your eyes, the only image popping up was him and the sound of his voice allowing you to sleep peacefully.

When waking up you were met with two large scorpions on top of you. You let out a loud screech that was probably heard from the British line. Quickly getting out of bed and throwing away your blanket to the floor.

Some men ran to the tent to see what the commotion was, only to see you on top of a desk like a scared cat. Looking around they spotted the two huge scorpions scattered around.

Trying to see what they could kill it a voice you recognized was heard behind them.

“What's with all the commotion? And who was the one that just screamed like some scared little girl!?”

One of the soldiers surprised by him quickly tried explaining.

“Sir-! Uhm, one of the new men got woken up by two large scorpions on top of him,”

Looking back at you and towards Rommel.

“And he was the one who let out that scream, sir”

He heavily sighed as he peeked inside the tent.

“You’ll see more of them later on, but since you’re a newcomer I’ll allow you to react like that. Come down, I promise those scorpions are gone.”

As slowly set a foot down as you hurriedly out of the tent.

He turned at you, seeing how you were terrified from those two insects.

“Try killing the scorpions instead of causing a whole scene. Next time, don’t let out a loud scream. Made me think for a second you were a girl instead,”

You nodded at every word of his, trying to calm yourself down more.

“Absolutely sir. I’ll just kill them instead of acting so silly just for bugs.”

When you heard him say he thought you were a girl for just a few seconds made your heart stop beating. The only thing you did was nod, nervously laughing as you looked around.

“Now go join the other men in cleaning your rifles, wouldn’t like it to look dirty.”

“Yes sir.”

You quickly went inside the tent, putting your shoes on as you grabbed your rifle and a towel.

Days flew by and as you expected, everything was horrible. The humidity, its heat, the bugs, its smell, and everything. The only good thing here was Rommel himself, but sometimes you rarely saw him.

While bored out of your mind and resting inside your tent, you were informed by your commanders of soon having to be in combat.

You’ve never experienced or seen any fighting lately, only a few bombs being dropped around but that was mostly it. The idea of fighting filled you with dread and a bit of excitement.

The men around you were talking about how Rommel fought with his men, a respective and one who was thought highly of.

“It always brings me some sort of joy whenever I’m fighting because I know Rommel will be there also joining the battle.”

One man told, as the other joined in.

“Rommel is very experienced, and his strategies are one to admire. Also, what I’ve seen firsthand of him in combat has made me respect him more than anything.”

Hearing this made you realize how much his men loved him. And this only filled your ideas of being with him. Of him being so respective and one go trust.

Deciding to know more, you involved yourself in the conversation.

“Does he always fight alongside you?

Hoping he would say the words you wanted to hear.

“Of course, he always does. In every battle. If more officers or commanders were like him, I would’ve respected them just as I do with Rommel.”

“Though, unfortunately most are so arrogant, they can't seem to do anything that isn’t stupid.” The man reading a newspaper muttered.

Wanting to know more you further asked more questions of him.

“Is it difficult to fight beside him? Heard he usually doesn’t go easy on them- and is it true he eats the same rations as us? I don’t think I’ve heard any commander do such a thing.”

One of the soldiers slid beside you, he looked a bit older and was probably more experienced than half of the men in here.

“Well, I wouldn’t say it’s hard, but you would have to keep up with him. He isn’t a man who likes to waste time. He doesn’t hold himself back either.

“For ration one, it is true. Eating the same thing as we do instead of using his advantage to get luxurious food that would be like a wet dream for a man.”

They all seemed to be enjoying talking about Rommel. Looking like middle schoolers jabbering about their favorite baseball player.

“Well,”

Said the man who was beside you, standing up as he stretched his arms.

“We need to go to sleep. Tomorrow we need to fight somewhere in Tobruk.”

Softly nodding as you stood up and walked towards your bed, feeling relief you could finally lay down and rest. Though, your stomach was twisting around.

Excited to be in action and with Rommel, you also knew you could possibly die. And that feeling was just so dreadful to even think of. All you could do is just hope luck and the training you have been through will do the work.

…

Screaming, shouting as the sound of tanks exploding and shooting were heard at every turn. Rommel was yelling out commands, trying to keep everything together.

You tried keeping up with him, but one of the artillery from the British tanks came in your direction, making you fall and crawl away like a scared dog.

Looking at your side you saw a young man, perhaps your age or younger whose jaw was dislocated and his legs out of place. Hearing him try screaming out the words mom, but his jaw didn’t allow it.

Most blood that was on you wasn’t even yours. Seeing how this was the reality of what you were experiencing was too much, causing you to hunch down and vomit.

The blood and the insides of the other men that were scattered around was too much to handle. Coughing uncontrollably as you keep trying to hold yourself together.

Instead of moving for you serif, you had to be forcefully dragged over.

“What are you doing?! Hiding like some scared animal, go fight back and make yourself fuckng useful!!”

Shoving you forward as you followed the other men. Your hands gripping tightly around your gun as you began to shoot back.

Must’ve been three or five men you shot, all dead and bleeding on the floor. It was a disturbing sight, a disgusting feeling. You’re ears were ringing and it wouldn’t stop.

Peeking over your shoulder as you saw some men screaming in a such horrific way, burning alive as they tried but failed miserably to escape from the tank they were inside.

You only keep going forward, not even knowing where you were, but to just shoot the British soldiers. To kill them.

The fighting didn’t get any better, it was getting more complicated and chaotic than before. It was obvious this wouldn’t be won, and it was gonna be a loss.

Taking a look around, you soon came to a realization that the enemy was surrounding you.

Your only way out is getting through that gap that shows the endless land of the desert.

The way of avoiding getting shot or captured was to desert your position.

Desert.

Saying it felt like dirt getting in your mouth. You took a second glance around, refusing to accept that was your only choice of escape. There were British tanks at every side, and they were increasingly getting closer by the second.

And your division were retreating, getting further away from your view. The distance was impossible to get through without risking getting shot. The situation felt lost, felt helpless.

Looking at them again, hoping they would for some reason come back again so you could go and take the opportunity to go back to your division. But you knew better than to hope for something that was not possible.

Turning your head around to be met with Rommel looking at you in the distance. His face almost looked like he was pleading for you not to desert. No words were needed, his expression was enough for you to feel like he was yelling at it to you.

Refusing to keep looking at him, you turned your back at him and ran to that open space. The moment you did so, you were now seen as a deserter in Rommel eyes. Not a soldier who he would be proud of, but a coward.

One he would find repulsive to look at, to only be looked down on.

You could feel tears falling down your cheek, knowing the situation didn’t allow you many options, now knowing that you were no longer a part of them, now only considering you a deserter.

One who committed treason.

One who must be shot.

You ran, not caring how your legs were burning and aching. Not caring how thirsty you were. You only wanted to get away from the British as far as possible.

You finally stopped, collapsing to the floor as you panted breathlessly. Chest rising so fast, heart beating that felt it was gonna jump out of your chest. Holding your chest with your hand, doing the best you could to keep your breath at a steady pace.

Once you were able to calm yourself down, you couldn’t help but let the anger of tears flow down on your face. You couldn’t believe it. After everything you have done, went through, and yet ended up deserting your place.

Finally having everything in your hands, having Rommel beside you just to lose it all in one day in a battle. All you could as exhaustion was eating you alive was to kick your feet onto the dirt and cry from disappointment.

If the British weren’t gonna get you, then the heat of the desert was. You didn’t think this straight through. Your mind wasn’t at its right place, you didn’t know what to do once in the desert.

You just wanted to survive and not end up dead like the others.

Wanted to impress Rommel, only to gain his hatred in the end.

…

It has probably been two days now that you haven’t tried going back to your division. Too ashamed to even appear in front of their faces after cowardly scrambling away like an insect.

Thankful that some of the locals were able to lend you a hand, giving you a place to sleep, food, and water. They were far too generous despite your country literally trying to take over theirs.

You were sure they were searching for you. It was a treason after all, one you have just committed and wouldn’t be forgiven. If they’d only known the situation you were in, they probably would’ve understood.

Even Rommel would’ve understood. At least, you think. You weren’t sure if he was merciful in this situations. You’ve never even asked, neither thought of it. Not like you were thinking of deserting until the situation demanded it!

Walking mindlessly through the desert, not knowing what else to do, knowing you couldn’t go to the Italians, they would hand you over to them. The British…you knew how it would end up for you.

From afar you could hear something coming closer, an engine? Or a plane? It sounded loud and fast, speeding through the dirt of the dried desert. Blinking for a second you were suddenly surrounded by two jeeps.

A soldier got out of the vehicle, realizing you tried making a run for it but instead got tackled down by one of the men. Grabbing you from the collar as he held you from a gunpoint, yelling at you to get into the jeep.

You didn’t wanna go inside, but with the gun in his hand pointing at you, you didn’t have much choice, and so stepped inside it. All of this made you sick from fear.

Knowing death was awaiting for you made you want to vomit, your heart was racing so much, this was the exact same feeling like in the battle. But this time you knew what your fate was.

Once arriving back to the base you were shoved inside a tent where Erwin Rommel was in. Two men were beside you, making sure you didn’t try to make an escape.

“You two can leave now.”

Gesturing towards the two men. You hadn’t even realized he was standing near his desk. Obediently they both left the tent, leaving you with him alone with no one else in the room.

The silence was so heavy and loud even breathing made you feel uneasy. You kept your head low, looking at your two feet in shame. Embarrassed and terrified to even look at him.

“I never expected you to desert us. To leave me.”

His words made you want to wince in pain. Felt like knifes poking your sides. You wanted to tell him the truth. Why you had to leave your position. Why you left and didn’t come back.

But instead your mouth was completely shut. A lump in your throat was overwhelming, and fearing that if opened, would only be met with endless tears and shame.

The sound of a stack of papers slammed in his desk. Confused what they were. Not quite understanding why he put a bunch of papers on his desk, and not understanding why you were feeling so anxious.

“Not only did you desert…”

His voice made you jump. He was speaking slowly, as if he knew something else about you that you refused to admit. Something you thought wouldn’t be known to anyone.

“You lied about being a man.”

The words you didn’t wanna hear ran through your ears. He…knew? How did he know? He couldn’t have known. You made sure all the documents given were classified. With no mistake in it.

You also didn’t tell anyone of what you were doing- apart from the doctor. But you paid a large amount of money there's no way he ratted you out like this.

Your mind was full of questions, who was the one that exposed you?

The beating of your heart went faster, you felt lightheaded and could feel your body sweating more than before. Even your hands started to shake from the fear.

You looked everywhere but at him.

“Your birth certificate was proven to not belong to you.”

Biting your lower lip, trying to avoid the panic in your face as you inhaled deeply from your nose. You tried to muster up the courage to defend yourself, act like everything he was saying was false.

“No- I swear, that’s my birth certificate- it…it belongs to me!”

Your voice was shaky, it was unbearable to keep your posture together from how overwhelming everything was.

Rommel exhaled deeply, clearly not taking your word for granted. He stepped away from his table, now circling around you. Staring at you like you were the most vile creature his eyes laid upon.

“You’re very naive, thinking you would be able to go along and not get caught. When at first, it could be seen.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to figure out what he was trying to say.

With a halt he turned at you, now face to face with each other very closely. He could feel your heart beat if only he was a few feet closer.

“I knew who you truly were when I first met you.”

Your eyes widened, taking a few steps back from him as you held onto the little table that was beside you.

“But how!? Nobody else suspected me, I blended in just like everyone else!”

Your grip on the table tightened, tears threatening to fall down your face as your breath became more frantic. What were you gonna do now?

Your eyes finally landed at his face, in those seconds of seeing him made your heart start racing more, but not with fear. You could feel yourself getting flustered by just seeing his face.

You hated that despite the situation you were in, deep inside of yourself you still couldn’t help but love him.

“I could court-martial you for treason and send you to a firing squad, though.”

He paused making you look up at him again, nervous for what his next words were gonna be.

“I won’t do that. I could never do that to you.”

You were taken by surprise. Not court-martial you? This was unbelievable. A commander, especially him, giving you mercy after what you’ve done seemed unthinkable.

You felt hesitant to talk, but reluctantly did so fearing that you would just pour your eyes out in front of him.

“Sir, you won’t execute me for the crimes I’ve committed…?”

Your eyes filled with worry and skepticism. Was he actually saying the truth, or rather just making you feel vulnerable and instead sent you to be executed?

With more steps than you had anticipated, he got closer to your face. Nose almost touching yours. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest from the proximity of his body.

His hands caressed your cheeks as he lifted your face up to completely face him.

“I would never betray you, honest, having to leave you would be a dreadful feeling that couldn’t be repaired.”

His voice soothed you, made you really believe in him. You leaned on him, head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you closely, heart beating in rhythm with his.

Lifting your head to his face. Looking down at your form as he got closer to your lips and kissed with such gentleness it made you want to melt in his arms.

You lightly pushed, your lips clashing to his as you felt your cheeks once again going red. You never imagined getting this close to him before, it truly felt like paradise.

His hands slowly slid down your pants, passing by your panties as he began to playfully slide his hands between your clit. You let out a little moan, grabbing his uniform tighter.

“Lets try keeping quiet sweetie, would hate to be caught again.”

You nodded, your hands clasping your mouth shut. He let out a small smile as his fingers slowly slipped inside of you. Your legs were now shaking, not able to stand straight.

Unexpectedly, instead of going gently he shoved his fingers inside of you. Earning him a yelp from your mouth. His movements were slow at first, circling around your clit.

Pressing gently against it, even thrusting so carefully that it made you wanna cry. And the next, he was ramming his fingers into you like he had some personal hatred against your pussy.

You softly wailed from both the pleasure and pain you were experiencing at the same time. You could literally feel his fingers tearing through your walls, making you buckle your hips uncontrollably.

“Stay steady, I’m just going the minimum speed at the moment.”

He muttered with such a serious tone. The minimum speed? Are you serious? He was moving his hands inside of you with the same extreme speed that he does to tanks. Grunting softly, doing your best to be heard outside.

You felt something form inside your lower stomach, felt warm and full, and you couldn’t help but squirm beneath his touch. Whining softly for him to be more gentle, but obviously he just ignored your request.

Your sweet spot kept getting teased and it was getting difficult to control. In those seconds, its sensation went through you, moaning a bit too loud than expected, throwing your head back to his shoulder as his fingers were filled with your fluids.

His hand now all covered in your cream after your orgasm. Rommel looked pleased with the results. Resisting the urge to lick his fingers in front of you as he turned his head away from your direction. Having a few licks before focusing back on you.

Your chest rises up and down at a fast pace, doing what you could to control your breathing. There wasn’t much you could hear but rather something rustling behind you. A clink was heard, the metallic part of the belt.

Alongside it another sound joined in, the noise of a leather being departed from it. You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but hearing the noise made you excited you felt like you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself.

As anticipated, he was swift with his movements, disliking wasting time and preferring to be quick with removing his belt. He brought you near his table and bent you down, bringing both your pants and underwear down to your knees.

Despite his steady and fast movements, his breathing was shaky and clearly strained. With that he bought out his dick, and the nosy person you were you turned your head around to see it.

Your eyes widening at the sight, it was pleasingly long and throbbing with anticipation. You swallowed, preparing yourself for the best and worse. He grabbed your hips, somewhat lifting it up in order for you to be positioned in the perfect spot.

“Making some adjustments for you can enjoy, and so can I with your pretty little cunt.”

Rommel grabbed his now throbbing length that was releasing precum as he slid inside of you, he wasn’t even halfway through and it was already stretching your walls. You lightly jerked, biting your left as soft whines came out your mouth.

“You’re doing so good, very good. Just have to take it in more, alright? Won’t be too much trouble I doubt.”

You slowly nodded, letting out a low moan. Once he was fully inside of you you could feel a bulge in your stomach, and you knew where it was coming from. Before you could react any further he began sliding inside of you.

“I feel like I’m full, Rommel. I don’t think I would be able to contain my own voice- so why not go slow…? I’d get publicly hanged if seen with you like this.”

He let out a small chuckle, as if you were being sarcastic. He lowered down, and when he did so his dick only deepened inside of you. Your eyes were filling up with tears and your legs now shaking.

You really couldn’t hold back but let out a loud moan. The moment his chest hit your back he finally stopped. Smothering your neck with his soft kisses, moving closer to your ear.

“Even if we did, I will have someone to cover me and avoid getting into deep trouble for getting too-“

His hips accidentally buckled, his dick rubbing and hitting your sweet spot. If you could see, it was as if it was slickly inside of you. This had you scratching the table with your nails, letting out heavy breathes.

“Too close to someone who committed a crime…”

Letting out a low moan before composing himself. He straightened himself and went back to what he was doing. You could feel his length slithering inside of you, his pace going aggressively fast, and his grip only tightened beside your hips.

You could’ve sworn he wanted to rip you open. The clapping noises not stopping at any moment, not even letting your poor clit to stay rest. You were squirming too much where he had to hold you down, his palm softly landing to your back, rubbing so gently.

Meanwhile his length was rubbing so hard inside you. Any movement felt like pain, but it was so pleasant and felt so good that any agony you felt was instantly gone every time his tip touched your insides.

His breathing got more frantic, hips slamming more rapidly than before. The sound of something sloppy going in and out of your cunt echoed within the tent. It was too good that you just wanted to cry already.

He bent down to you, wrapping so tightly around your waist as he pushed inside, letting out a loud moan that was filled with relief and desperation. Burying his head at the crook of your neck.

You release a cry, feeling the sensation come flooding inside your pussy. You felt his cum fill you up. So, so much that it was dripping down your legs. He slowly let go of your waist, lazily rolling his hips, causing a sloppy and almost bubbly noise.

You both were panting like dogs, tired and just worn out. His hands landed on the table you were bent on, taking a few more breaths, hovering over you before he pulled out, letting out a little pop and a sticky line from the amount of semen he released that stretched between his dick and your clit, as if it was saliva.

You put all your weight on the table, too exhausted to even stand, also aware of the fact that any movement you did would only make you release more of his fluids that he filled inside of you.

Rommel lifted up his pants, grabbing his belt and buckling it. Adjusting and brushing any dirt he had on his uniform, having to act like everything was normal and nothing suspicious happened between the two of you.

Grabbing his cap that was on the small table, putting it on before turning around you. Seeing how much he tired you out made him a bit quilty, but found it adorable.

“You’ll want to dress before anyone comes and sees you like this. Meanwhile, I’ll handle your sentence and pull some strings in order for you to be free of your crimes.”

You turned your head towards him, hearing every single word he was saying to you. Drop your charges and not have you executed. You did everything in your power to hold your tears and control your own happiness.

Soft smiling at you before he left the tent leaving you alone in the room. Deciding to listen to him you pulled your underwear and pants up, feeling it flow inside of you but it wasn’t as uncomfortable as you thought.

Not only would you live for the next day, but also got close to Rommel. Really close, if not inside of you too. Slowly standing up as you leaned on the table, softly whispering to yourself.

“Maybe deserting wasn’t so bad.”

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