Lost and Found [GreysmithxSaid-The-Raven]

[Wuffie]

The air was so fresh, so free of the acidic burn of artillery, the bloodcurdling cries of dying men, one could be forgiven for thinking that the war was put on hold. The sweet southern atmosphere of France had seen little bloodshed or battle, spared from the bombings and the like. Naturally, given this hospitable terrain, many Jews had taken to hiding up in the mountains, thinking they might be forgotten. However, Karl was not about to forget the reason his battalion had been sent there… to round them up, no matter the cost, or the time it might take.

“Looks like we are here sir.” Karl barely looked up from the paper grasped firmly in his hand, trying without much luck to read some of the letters his daughter had sent to him from Berlin. He kept reading the same lines over and over again, forever losing his place and feeling the twangs of motion sickness with each jolt the jeep took over the rocky terrain. Glancing up he removed his officers cap, running long fingers through short, bright blonde hair, enjoying the cool kiss of the light breeze.

‘Here’ did not seem like much of a place at all, small cobblestone streets and Victorian style houses fanned out in all directions, sometimes almost a mile between each one. There was what looked to be a shopping district nearby, though it was essentially empty of goods, given how little provisions must have made its way up here. Though the people seemed content enough, though he could see the fear on their faces as the roar of jeeps and supply trucks came through their quaint streets. People spilled from their homes, following the procession; most likely looking for answers he was sure.

Not long passed before a large crowd had gathered in the town square, which was now entrenched with army green vehicles. Karl took a deep breath, climbing out of the jeep and taking a few steps closer to the crowd, raising his hands and smiling gently to calm them.

“Monsieur, Mademoiselles, please…” He started, waiting until they had quieted down before he continued. “We are not here to cause any disturbances, or trouble. Our outfit has been given the task of sniffing out any hiding Jews, or any Jewish sympathizers whom might be harboring fugitives. Therefore, we will be occupying this town until further notice. We have brought with us many supplies and rations, which will be issued in the following days. For now, please go about your usual business, and we will get to each of you accordingly.” Karl finished, turning on his heel and returning to the other soldiers. Get more flies with honey, they always say… there was no reason to become hostile, and the village was not a known Jewish area…. One might consider it a vacation amongst all of the calamity.

“Alright boys, we will set up camp here, and begin our investigations on Monday. For now, I’m fairly certain I saw a pub not far from here!” The men laughed, beginning their unpacking and organizing. They had become apt at building a tent village in only a few hours, and given how many lovely ladies he had seen in the crowd, something told Karl that many of them wouldn’t be spending too many nights in their own cots.

 

[Said-The-Raven]

The villagers quietly walked away from the Germans, talking among each other nervously. In the crowd, a young woman, Charlotte with long brown hair watched the German commander speak. She had peach skin, that looked soft and gentle, her slender neck turned into a pair of strong shoulders and an hourglass form. She had always been told she had 'a few extra minutes' on her hourglass form... but was not fat. She had a full bosom and hips, and an ass that men would drool over every time she walked by.

With this war however, had caused her so much stress that she'd lost some weight. She walked over to her father who was coming out of the butcher's shop. "They are here for the Jews?" He asked softly, she shrugged, "Probably..." He snorted and said, "Rotten business, but you stay clear of them. Keep your nose out of trouble and trouble will not come to you." Charlotte nodded and touched her father's arm. "Come along father, lets go get a glass of wine at the pub... we can relax before going back home." He sighed and nodded, walking with his doctor into the local watering hole.

They sat down at a table and ordered a glass of wine, speaking to each other about the crop that was coming in. "With any luck the wheat will come in early and we can start harvest earlier. Get it out of the way and start tending tot he cows." Said her father. Charlotte nodded and smiled at him, "We should try to buy a few horses this year... it would be nice to have a mare and stallion... we could start breeding." Her father nodded, "We should have some left over money.."

They froze as Germans walked into the shop. Her father looked at her and said, "No eye contact, put on your cap." She nodded and put her hair up quickly, putting a cap over her head. She was wearing overalls and a nice shirt today, since she'd been helping out in the barn before coming to town. "Keep your head down..." He glanced at the men and took a sip of his wine. "Try to finish up your wine and we shall leave."

Her father was nervous, but she understood why... women could easily become used by the germans.... she did not want to be some man's whore. She spoke to her father, trying to calm him down. The three Germans that had come in seemed to mind their own business, occasionally casting glances at a few other ladies. They were just lower officers... nothing to be concerned about. "I need the restroom." Her father got up and walked away from the table, leaving Charlotte sitting alone. She kept her head down a bit and her gaze away from the men, hearing the door open again.

 

[Wuffie]

The camp set up had been going quickly, and before long everything was in order. Luckily for him however, the village doctor had offered his home to the officers, of which there were only two, himself and his subordinate. Karl could not help but smile at the offer, given an entire room to himself, with actual walls that didn’t flutter in the breeze. He had been so thankful that the offer of drinks eventually came up, and the pair soon made their way to the pub.

It was already quite rowdy inside, some of the troops had ‘gotten lost’ on the way back to camp it seemed, filling up on beers and singing as they sat at the bar. Karl chuckled to himself, shaking his head but preferring not to scold them yet. German money was as good as any other, and should the war turn out their way, it would be the only currency in Europe.

He was ushered to the bar, the Doctor calling to the young woman behind the bar and mumbling in French, to which she returned with two beers. Karl’s French was not very good, and had no idea what kind of concoction he was getting. Clanking glasses with his new comrade he took a swig, immediately regretting it. ‘What is this pig swill?’ he thought to himself, forcing a smile to his lips and struggling to swallow, to which he Doctor merely laughed and slapped him on the shoulder jovially. Unwilling to put the glass back to his lips he quickly excused himself, making his way to the washroom.

At that moment he watched as what looked to be a young man emerging from the ladies facilities, Karl cocked an eyebrow curiously, blocking the youngster’s path with his form. Karl was a rather imposing figure, standing extremely tall and broad shouldered, icy blue eyes gazing down upon the slender youth.

“Boy, why did you just come out of the Ladies Room?” He barked, loud enough for his soldiers to hear his voice and immediately stop their singing, a sudden hush falling over the bar as Karl confronted this supposed pervert. “Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

 

[Said-The-Raven]

The 'young man' looked up at the German officer, he lifted his hand and pulled away the cap. Brown hair, the color of fine chocolate tumbled down her shoulders. The person looked up and revealed the feminine face of a young woman. She glared at the German and said, "I was using the facilities... and I am not a boy... do I look like a boy?" She looked down at her body, the curves hidden by the overalls. "I am a woman." She looked around the bar at all the men staring at her.

"Excuse me." She pushed past the officer and walked over to her father, sitting down at the table awkwardly. The Gernan men were all staring at her, like a piece of candy among starving children. She took a sip of her wine and finished off the glass. Her father stood up and thanked the bartender. She stood up to leave as well, but one German man put an arm around her waist. "Stay with us frauline, we could use your company." She squealed and pushed away, another grabbing her with a laugh. "What are you doing? Covering up that body made to sin with?" He kissed her on the cheek. Charlotte cried out and struck him across the face, making the German men laugh at the slighted man.

She scrambled after her father and stood behind him. "Cute little frauline... come and drink with us!" She glared at all the men and shook her head, making them burst out laughing. She was hauntingly beautiful, lips that were made to kiss and hips made to hold onto during a long hard fuck. She glared at all the men and walked toawrds the door.

 

[Wuffie]

Karl was shocked, watching as luscious tendrils of russet hair fell from beneath the cap, framing the frowning but pretty face looking up at him. He grinned, unable to hold back a chuckle. “Well then, I suppose I was mistaken! You certainly don’t look like a boy, but your clothing does leave a lot to the imagination.” He joked, but she was already shoving him aside; he wasn’t feeling particularly combative at that moment, allowing the slight.

Her father had the correct idea, rushing his daughter to finish her drink and to leave with him. More soldiers were making their way inside for a drink, though many seemed to have already been tapping into the liquor they had taken with them for the trip. She was instantly noticed by the men, grasping at her hungrily, it had been months since they had been in the presence of women, especially one so delicate. He watched on as they teased her unabashedly, to which she responded most negatively, shying behind her father, whom attempted to take her out of the establishment. The soldiers seemed to be having none of it however, one of them grasping her wrist and pulling her into his chest, laughing almost giddily as she struggled.

Karl had seen enough at this point however, barking attention to the men. They immediately dropped what they were doing and stood to attention. Karl tutted as he approached, shaking his head with his arms crossed. “What a despicable display. You are Deutschland’s finest, and here you are tormenting a young girl. I want each of you outside doing laps about the camp. NOW.” He growled the last word, each of the men involved in the little upstart making their way outside to run around drunkenly in the dark. The embarrassment should be punishment enough.

Turning his attention to the young lady and her father, he smiled. “Forgive my men sir, they mean no harm, just… battle weary I suppose. Not used to civility anymore. Please, leave your daughter under my care and I shall take good care of her for the evening.” It was more of a demand than a request, and when an SS officer demands something, it was never denied.

 

[Said-The-Raven]

Her father looked at the German with anger, then to his beautiful daughter, standing there, innocently gazing around the room. He knew he could not rebuke this SS officer, it would mean suspicion and possibly an investigation on the family. He turned to look at Charlotte and spoke to her, "let him buy you one drink then come straight home." he whispered and she nodded. He kissed her on the forehead then with a nod left her in the care of the German man.

Charlotte turned to look at him with cautious eyes, glancing him over slowly, before saying to him, "You are part of the Gestapo? Why have you come to this town? We are quiet people who do not bother others." She looked up at him with a pair of dark brown eyes with golden flecks in them. Her full pink lips fit onto her face in a way that made her look like a model. An image of beauty tucked away in rural France, wearing overalls and loose shirts. A girl like her would look beautiful in Paris or Berlin, wearing the newest fashions... dancing, going out to eat. But she was content here in her little village, far from the troubles of the world.

The village had avoided the war for the most part. They knew what was happening, they knew about the dangers of the war, the invasions. But, the village of Laschal kept to itself and did not bother with the troubles of the world. Unfortunately, it seemed that Nazi Germany had a bone to pick with Laschal. Charlotte could only give the Nazi officer a look of disdain and distrust. She had been to college, and had newly returned to the village after war broke out. But she could play stupid - which was probably best when dealing with the Gestapo.

 

[Wuffie]

Karl stood silently, a hang tucked into his pocket nonchalantly as the girl gazed at her father, heeding his words as the older man released her into his care. Another smile plastered itself onto his face, watching them struggle with what to do in the situation. It would have been a lie to say he did not enjoy his position of power, and all the things that came with it. Normally women would throw themselves at him, given the position he held, but he rarely found much interest in such folly for more than an evening.

Watching the pair say their goodbyes his gaze returned fully to the girl, who looked back at him with a burning gaze. Her words were blunt, and somewhat shocking; it was not the norm to have a battery of questions thrown at him… indeed, it was usually he who did the interrogating.

“Tsk, come come now, let’s not talk of such things, this is supposed to be a pleasant affair.” He purred, placing a hand on her back and encouraging her to sit with him at a small table in the corner of the pub. Once he had sat the bartender rushed over, placing two tumblers and a bottle of whiskey on the table. “Please, sir… a gift. Enjoy.” The man’s German was not very good, but Karl smiled and nodded, opening the bottle and pouring a small amount of the golden liquid into each glass, pushing one in her direction.

“I am an officer of the Fuhrer, that is all.. I merely want to cleanse you’re quaint countryside of its illegal inhabitants, and I have it on good authority that we will find what we are looking for.” Raising the glass to his lips he peered at her with sharp blue eyes, feeling the burn of the liquid in his throat. “I’m sure you have nothing to worry about, you seem like a good girl.”

 

[Said-The-Raven]

She looked him in the face and said softly, "One could argue that you are the illegal inhabitants." She reached for her drink, "You came across our borders, unwelcomed and have no French issued documentation of staying." She gave him a teasing smirk, but under it lied the truth of what she meant: he was not welcomed here.

She took a sip of her drink then said in perfect German, "We are peaceful in this village, we do not cause trouble among others or each other. I hope you come with true tidings of peace? French farmers have a knack for being vengeful if you cross them. They don't like soldiers walking through their fields or ripping apart their barns. And in a small town like this, if you offend the wrong person it could result in you not being able to buy bread, meat or drink anywhere in town." Her German had a French accent to it, but was understandable.

She looked him over, waiting for his surprise before she continued in his native tongue, "Forgive my bluntness, but, it seems odd that you would be in charge of this detail if you can not speak the local language fluently." Her brown hair fell around her shoulders and teased at the swells of her breasts, hidden beneath the loose shirt. She took another sip and looked over at the men as they talked among each other and sang German songs. The French villagers in the pub looked uncomfortable, squirming a bit, finishing their drinks before walking out quickly. She was about to become the only French civilian in this bar, with the exception of the Pub owner. "I must go... I am a farmer, I must tend to the cows tomorrow morning. Thank you for the drink." She said as an excuse, beginning to stand up, leaving her drink half full, hoping she could slip out of the pub before things became to roudy.

 

[Wuffie]

Karl had been shocked at her words, but did not make any sign of it, merely raising an eyebrow and continuing to nurse his glass. He could feel the anger boiling up inside of him, not liking to be told no in any sense of the word.

“I think you misunderstand your place here, my dear. We are the Nazi’s, and you are a French farm girl. We have been occupying your country for quite some time now, if you haven’t noticed. And with that comes every possible right to search and seize whatever we want. Should I have said the word, this could have been a much more bloody occupation of your village. So I suggest you keep that pretty mouth of yours closed on such matters, or someone might find something to fill it with.” His threat was lewd and rough, but she was beginning to irritate him. Taking a deep breath he finished his drink, grabbing the bottle and beginning to pour himself another.

“We came here in good spirits, and plan on leaving as such. Though there is much land to search… we will be here for quite some time. You may wish to change your attitude, or someone might think that with such abrasiveness that you have something to hide.” His treat was fairly idle, more of a warning than anything, but still the unpleasantness lingered in the air. She made haste to leave, murmuring excuses. Karl frowned, grasping her wrist tightly in his strong hand, allowing her to feel exactly how much more powerful he was than her. It quickly turned more gently however, grasping her hand instead and raising it to his lips, pressing them gently against her knuckles, stark blues burning up to her visage.

“Please then… allow me to walk you home.” He offered, standing and unbuttoning the top two clasps on his uniform, allowing a breeze against his neck, the bar had become stifling with soldiers. “I promise to get you home safely.” He said with a devilish grin, allowing her to lead him out.

 

[Said-The-Raven]

She looked shocked as he spoke to her in such a manner - a French farm girl indeed! She listened as he explained the state of things, letting out a cry of pain when he grabbed her wrist roughly. She looked at him with big eyes and looked at him as if he was insane. "Let me go.." She yanked her hand away from him and said, "It is not necessary for you to walk me home, no one in this town would lay a hand on me... at least... no French person would."

She glared at him and pulled a coat around her body as she lead him out of the pub. "It is perfectly fine, I can get home by myself..." She looked over at him cautiously as she put the cap back on her head and softly asked, "Is there a Miss Nazi at home in Germany?" She had no idea what his name was, and frankly, she didn't care. Hopefully after this evening she would not see much of him.

The sky lit up with lightening and she paused, glancing up and looked at him. "It is going to rain..." She bit her lower lip and looked at him, pausing as the rain fell down upon the world. "Shit! The turkeys need to be taken in..." She sighed and put her hair up and pulled her cap back on, then took off running, not caring if he kept up with her or just went home. She moved quickly in the overalls, working on a farm had given her strong muscles. She ran down the dirt road towards her home in order to take the stupid birds in to the shelter before they drowned themselves.

 

[Wuffie]

“Indeed, no French person. If you have not noticed by this time, there are a lot more villagers tonight than usual.” He spoke sarcastically, but had already decided that he would be taking her home tonight. There were a lot more townspeople than soldiers, and he wasn’t really looking to start a conflict. They had sent him and his troops there for some easy work, and that was exactly what he was planning on doing.

He followed her out of the pub, ignoring her denial of needing his attendance, having already decided to walk with her. Taking out a battered packaged of cigarettes he pulled out a matchbook, scratching it along the rough edge and watching it spring to life, pressing the flame to his smoke and puffing a few times before giving it a shake and tossing it to the ground. He nearly choked on his inhale when she asked about “miss nazi”. He laughed while exhaling, shaking his head and adjusting his cap.

“No, no… many years ago yes, but she passed. Leaving me with a daughter, whom is schooling in America.” He didn’t go into much detail, not wanting to speak of his family. “I am SS Captain Karl Heiss, by the way.” He added, extending his large hand to her in a much more gentle fashion than he had before. “And yourself, miss? Do you have a mister? Or a name?” He was feeling much more friendly now, the effects of the alcohol making him feel a bit more pleasant.

It was with that question that he felt a few drops of rain, looking up to the sky and frowning. Of course, it had to rain now. He sighed, realizing that she had taken off down the path ahead of him.

“Hey!” He called to her, tossing his smoke and running after her, the sudden downpour hitting them both. She was fast, but eventually he did catch up with her, peering through the rain as she rounded up massive turkeys into their home. A small smile crept over his lips, she reminded him of the girls of his youth, before all the uniforms and political campaigns. Removing his hat and jacket he laid them on the fence of the turkey’s enclosure, assisting her in herding the dumb birds to safety.

He was well muscled beneath his uniform, the simple white shirt beneath his jacket quickly became soaked in the downpour, clinging to his skin. It wasn’t long before all of the bird were out of the rain, and breathing heavily he looked to Charlotte. “Any other creatures we need to rescue?”

 

[Said-The-Raven]

She turned and finally said, "I am Charlotte Dumonde. I have no husband." She turned back and closed the pen for the turkeys looking at them as they stood under the roofed pen. "You join the SS? Why? To hunt humans like animals?" The rain made the shirt cling to her body, showing her full chest , the rain running down her face and making her hair cling to her face. She pushed some hair away from her face and walked over to him, picking up his uniform jacket and pushed it into his hands.

"I am home Captain Heiss, thank you." She gave him a look to say, "why aren't you gone yet? She put a hand on her hip and looked him over carefully as thunder rattled the sky. She was walking towards the gate and opened it up, "Do you know the way back to the village? Just follow the road." She pushed some hair from her face again.

"Charlotte! Is that you?" Her father walked from the house with a lantern and told her to come inside. "Did you bring him home?" she sighed and looked at him, "He followed me like a dog." Her father walked out a bit and gestured for the officer to come in. "Its raining, we can not let him walk home... what if he gets sick, then we will eb in trouble." The house was opened up to the officer. "Take his jacket and shirt... we have soem extras in the spare room. Hang his things to dry by the fire."

Charlotte sighed and looked up at the handsome German officer and said, "May I have your shirt, Captain Heiss?" She looked up at him with irritation, but a look in her eyes, her stance, was submissive. She waited for his reaction, not knowing if he would give her the damn shirt to dry off. She herself was soaked, the shirt almost see through from the rain.

 

[Wuffie]

She was certainly a feisty one, Karl thought to himself, nearly slipping in the muddy ground as she pushed his belongings into his hands, urging him to leave, he resisted however, not entirely sure why he felt so compelled to keep tormenting her… perhaps it was how she resisted, and he had always enjoyed a challenge.

“I joined the army to feed my family, my new wife. You seem a well-educated girl, surely you must know what things were like in Germany before the Fuhrer…” He stopped, Opening his mouth to speak again he was silenced by her father’s voice, urging the pair inside. He followed, cheeky grin intact. She couldn’t have been too happy at that moment but he thanked her father nonetheless.

“You are very kind sir, thank you. It really just poured from the heavens out there. I promise not to overstay my welcome.” He chuckled a bit, knowing his presence might have been tolderated by her father, but definitely not by Charlotte. He rose an eyebrow when her father mentioned his clothing, looking down to his soaking wet uniform, dripping onto their floor.

“Oh… I apologize, and thank you.” He removed his boots, laying them by the doorway as to not track anymore mud into the house, beginning to undo the buttons of his shirt. His gaze fell to her, not removing his azure orbs from her as he unbuttoned each of his closures, standing before her with his shirt undone as he fussed with his cufflinks.

“My my… do I detect a hint of color in your cheeks?” He spoke very softly, so that only charlotte would hear. He could not be sure if she was merely so angry her face was red or if the color was for the sudden revealing of his skin. He finished with the links, removing the shirt completely and handing it to her. “You might want to change yourself….” His wolfish gaze followed over her shirt, which was clinging most pleasantly to her chest. Averting his gaze he looked over to Charlotte’s father, whom ushered him into the living room and sat him by the fire. The room was comfortable, warm, the only light being that from the fireplace. In that moment he might have been happy with it raining forever, so comfortable the little farmhouse was.

 

[Said-The-Raven]

She pushed some hair from her face and stalked to her room. Pushing hair from her face again she pulled off the shirt, then changed. She sighed and looked herself in the mirror, she'd put on a simple blue dress. Turning she walked from her room and looked around, pausing for a moment as she hung up his clothes in the kitchen, then finally came into the living room with a dry shirt.

Charlotte looked at her father, than sat down in a chair and looked at the officer, the three of them sitting quietly. She was waiting for the rain to end so she could toss this soldier out onto the road. "Charlotte, where are your manners? You should make the captain a cup of tea." He said softly and looked at his daughter. She looked at her father and sighed, getting up to make him a cup.

"She has her mother's temperament, so much rebellion inside her and attitude. I remember the day I met her mother, she wouldn't even give me the time of day. There was no way to please that woman." He said with a chuckle. "It was only one evening like this, when her horse threw a shoe in the mud that I helped her. She had no choice but to speak to me then..." He smiled sitting back. "And two years later, Charlotte came along."

Charlotte stood in the kitchen and listened to them talk. She made a hot cup then carried it out to the living room and put it on the small table next to the captain looking him over. Her father stood up for a moment to use the restroom, leaving them alone. Her full pink lips pressed together in a look of dismay. Slowly the farmer's daughter stood up and placed another log on the fire. "You are looking at me oddly." She said in German.

 

[Wuffie]

Karl accepted the shirt, pulling It over his head and adjusting it slightly. “Merci.” He said simply, glancing over her curiously before returning his gaze to the flame, enjoying its hypnotizing effect. He glanced back to her when her father scolded her, urging her to prepare tea for him. Karl did not question it, merely giving him a nod and a smile as Charlotte begrudgingly made her way to the kitchen. Her father must have noticed his smirk, speaking fondly of her mother.

“Yes… she is definitely fiery. I am sure finding suitors for her would be no trouble, you have a beautiful daughter Sir.” He complimented, loud enough for her to hear. “Though I don’t know if they would stick around long enough to marry her before being chased off.” He laughed, saying this in a more quiet tone. Her father chuckled as well, excusing himself as she re-entered the room proffering him a small teacup and saucer, steamy tendrils flowing from its top.

Karl extended a hand and took the delicate china from her, sipping from the cup occasionally as they sat silently. Eventually she rose, coming closer to him. His eyes could not help but roam over her form, lit gently in the flickering light of the fire. Her hair was still damp, but was beginning to fall more gently about her features, the simple dress she wore allowing for further evaluation of her physique.

She had noticed his hungry gaze, speaking her distain. He quickly averted his gaze, adjusting his position so that he sat more upright. He grasped her hand again, this time more gently.

“I am not looking at you oddly. I am looking at you lustfully, and I can assure you there is a significant difference between those two things.” He was brazen, brushing his lips along her knuckles once again as she stood before him, encouraging her to sit beside him. “Surely you must be cold, your hair is still damp, come, sit.”

 

[Said-The-Raven]

She blushed wildly when he kissed her knuckles and looked deep into his blue eyes. "Why are you pursuing me in such a manner? Do you not see I am not interested in you?" Charlotte looked him over carefully, then heard her father walk out the back door, most likely to check on the cows. Charlotte looked down at him and hissed out, "You must stop, I do not want you coming around and sniffing at me, or looking lustfully! I am not some delicate dessert for you to devour!"

She yanked her hand away from him and watched him then turning walked into the kitchen quickly, closing the door behind her. She began to busy herself cleaning some dishes, hoping he remained in the living room. What was it about this German that made him go after a woman who clearly did not like him? Did he like the idea of a fiesty woman... most men did, especially Northern European men. Or did he believe he could tame her? The ignorant bastard. She reached over and turned on a small radio letting some music drift through the kitchen.

Outside the thunder crashed, but not as loudly as before. She took a deep breath and tried to focus as she scrubbed at a pan. There was something about him though... he was handsome... and when he'd removed his shirt... those muscles... she jerked back to reality and bit her lower lip. No. She would not think about him like that!

 

[Wuffie]

She certainly had a way with words, Karl thought to himself as she pulled out of his grasp, the low light of the fire obscuring the heavy blush on her cheeks. He chuckled softly, watching as she stormed away from him, hearing the slamming door of the kitchen in the distance. He took a deep breath, wondering himself why exactly he felt such a compulsion to have her. She was beautiful, but there were plenty of beautiful girls… Regardless, it could not be helped, he was fixated and hadn’t been told no in a very long time.

He allowed her a reprieve from his attentions for a moment, finishing off the tea she had brought him before rising to his feet, carrying the little china cup out into the kitchen. He was not sure sure she heard him open the door, her back to him as she cleaned dishes. He grinned, walking up behind her, her attention fully on the task at hand, pressing his form up against her as he reached around her body, placing the teacup into the warm soapy water. “Here… I am finished with this.” He spoke simple words, but took to whispering them in her ear, letting the heat of his breath dance across the soft curvature of her ear.

He had merely been intending to tease her when he pressed against her, but the sudden rush of warmth from her body, the feel of her curves against him had a devastating effect. His hands rose, grasping both of her upper arms so she could not move, forced between himself and the countertop. “My… you are certainly hiding something quite delectable beneath those skirts, aren’t you?” He seethed his words into her ear hungrily, unable to resist. It had been so, so very long; since he had felt the warmth of a woman, so caught up in battles and politics… he had forgotten how wonderful it was. Even if she wasn’t having any of it, it didn’t mean he couldn’t have a little fun.

 

[Said-The-Raven]

Charlotte gasped, dropping the dish into the soapy water, her mouth fell open as she felt him feel her body. "S-stop... wait... my father is outside..." She turned ehr head, her lips inches from his as he touched her curvy body. She moved her hips a bit, trying to get away from him and his touch. Dear god he was going to torture her... she bit her lower lip thinking about how long it had been since she had been with a man... it had been Pierre... the boy who'd been a farm hand... in the haystack one summer night. That had been before the war, before his death.

"S-stop... you are going to begin something you can not control..." She hissed out in German and yet her body betrayed her, she arched up into his touch and let her head fall back as she moaned and whispered his name, pleading for him to touch her... hold her... comfort her. She groaned a bit and closed her eyes.

 

[Wuffie]

The way she struggled against him, pushing back into his hips, he exhaled shakily, unable to contain the desires she caused him to feel. She urged him to stop, though her protests were far less than they had been before, stammered, hushed breaths falling from her lips. She warned him then, their lips so close to one another he could feel the heat of her breath against his, it was intoxicating… everything inside of him screamed at him to kiss her.

“I… control everything.” He whispered in retort, a rush of adrenaline filling him up as she breathed his name, giving him penchant to the swanlike curve of her throat. Pushing her now dry tresses away be clasped his lips onto her throat, kissing hungrily along its length, his tongue darting out occasionally to taste the sweetness of her flesh.

Suddenly he heard footsteps coming toward the house, glancing to the doorway he quickly pulled back from Charlotte, adjusting his slacks as to hide the effect she had on him in those few moments of bliss. The door opened then, her father coming back into the house, Karl quickly picked up the drying towel and one of the dishes, giving him a quick smile. “I hope everything is alright with the cattle, sir?” He questioned nonchalantly, glancing to Charlotte knowingly.

 

[Said-The-Raven]

Charlotte had moaned deeply when he kissed her neck, crumpling in his arms as he sent waves of passion through her body. She felt like he was gonna melt in his arms. Moaning a bit she whimpered as he pulled away from her body, wanting him to touch her more. The farm girl looked at him shakily as he held the dish and towel. She had fallen apart in his arms, arching up and panting softly... she'd reacted like a whore.. but it had also felt good... to be held and touched.

Her father nodded, "All his well, the cows were just spooked." Her father yawned and she looked at him carefully. "Father why don't you head up to bed? I will finish up here and see the captain out when the rain stops." Her father shook his head and said, "make a bed for him in the guest room." She nodded softly and put the last of the dishes up to dry before walking to the spare room and fixing the bed. Her father wished the captain good night before ascending the stairs to his room. The spare room was decorated with beautiful quilts and had a rustic feel to it. In this room were quilts made by Charlotte's grandmother and mother. There were also baby pictures of her sitting on the shelves and an antique spinning wheel.

In the spare room, Charlotte quickly fixed the bed, biting her lower lip and let out a deep breath, hearing foot steps she said, "We must not do that again... it is a bad idea. If word gets out that an SS officer has a hard on for me, I will be ruined by my reputation. And if you were to make a mistake, like most boys do I could end up having to hide off somewhere for nine months." She pulled back the covers and looked at him. "Let me know if you need anything..." She pushed some hair back and walking over to the fireplace in the room, placing a few wood blocks in the fireplace, lighting the fire and glanced up, biting her lower lip.

 

[Wuffie]

Karl was surprised by the offer of a room for the night, though he was pleased with it none the less… especially given that it was on the ground floor, while her father slept upstairs. “Thank you very much sir, I will see to it when the rations are handed out that you get the very best.” He said with a smile, giving the man a nod as he tiredly began to ascend the stairs. Only when he heard the door close to his bedroom did Karl throw down the towel onto the countertop, making his way in the direction Charlotte had gone in, finding her bent over and fixing a bed for him, smoothing the sheets over the mattress.

Her words were to be expected, but he found himself struggling with what to do. She seemed eager to resist his advances… until his hands were upon her, then it seemed that she was most eager to join him in bed. He approached her as she spoke, pulling to borrowed shirt over his head and tossing it onto a nearby chair, rolling his shoulders as he stopped before were she stood. “ My goodness, such vulgar words to come out of such a pretty little mouth yet again. A hard on?” He tisked playfully, shaking his head. “I am not some little village boy like you are used to… rutting on you like an animal for a few moments before losing control. I am a gentleman, I assure you.” He paused for a moment, eyes gazing over her features before his smile returned, lacing an arm around her waist and pulling her body against his once again.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to… but something tells me you very much want this SS Officer to continue to have a hard on for you.” He rose a hand, curling her dark locks behind one ear gently, though his grip on her had not relinquished.

 

[Said-The-Raven]

"I.... I said hard on because it is what you have..." She pushed a hand against his chest, trying to pry herself away from him, but slowly she was melting in his arms and sighing. Her body shook as she looked into his eyes, her lips were getting closer to him.. trying to speak... "Umm... I.. ohh no... don't hold me like that!" She pushed on his chest. "No... you will rut around like a bull and leave me bored as usual..."

She paused and she looked deep into his eyes, "It would be terrible... you would finish soon and leave me tired..." She said trying to rationalize why their union would be terrible. "And you are an SS officer... you can't know anything about pleasure..." Her strong French accent was filtering through her German, then suddenly she said in English, "And besides, you would not know how to hold a French woman during sex... Germans can not make love like the French." She felt hands on her body and trembled. "I... no... no no..." She looked into his eyes and glanced at the door to the room and said, "If you wake up my father I will kill you." With that, the French girl kissed him on the lips, moaning and pushed a hand through his hair as she crushed her body against him.

She moved her hips a bit against him, sighing and kissed him deeply with a moan of passion. She put her hand on his chest and brought his large hand up to her breasts and sighed. She smirked at him and moved towards the bed, pulling him with her. "Not a sound, no crying out to your Furher or God..." She demanded and sighed, pushing her body against his.

 

[Wuffie]

She trembled over her words, speaking rapidly and stammering, trying her best to push her small, delicate hands against his chest, using her strength to try and break away from him. She was certainly a strong one, but petite, his much larger frame keeping her pressed against him as the serpent in his trousers was reawakened with all her struggling.

“I promise you won’t be disappointed my dear, I am under the assumption that you know nothing of German love making… I shall rectify that.” He grinned devilishly, though she continued, hissing a threat about waking her father before pressing her lips firmly to his, shocked by her boldness. He hungrily returned the kiss, wrapping his arm more tightly around her as she pushed him toward the bed, following her hand as it stroked across his chest, her digits grasping his and pressing them into her breast. He bit his bottom lip to hold back a groan, kneading the pliant flesh of her chest in his fingers, sending a surge of heat through his body.

“It won’t be me my dear who needs to keep quiet tonight.” He assured her, the hand not filled with her breast pulling down the zipper of her dress, swiftly relieving her of the loose garment, leaving her standing there in her undergarments. He eyed her hungrily, grasping her around her slim waist before laying her onto the bed, creeping over her form like a starving panther. Karl kissed along her throat and chest, desperate to taste more of her flesh, his hands gripping her hips, pressing his against her insistently. “I hope you can handle a night with a German… might be a bit difficult to walk in the morning.” He warned her cheekily, nipping at the exposed flesh of her breast playfully.

 

[Said-The-Raven]

Charlotte arched up to his kisses and touches, murmering her agreement in French, her hands coming up to his chests. She looked up into his eyes as she shook and moved her hips up towards his enticingly. "And you are going to see heaven tonight... the question is..." She opened his trousers quickly and whispered in his ear, "And since I am being such an obedient litle girl... I think I deserve a reward." She stroked his face and then slowly reached behind and undid her bra.

Charlotte listened to the rain fall outside as they touched and her soft sighs filled the room. Slowly she moved against him and softly said to him, "Do you have a condom?" She blinked and looked around the room carefully, her eyes wide with surprise at the thought of him having her without any protection. What if she became pregnant with a German baby? What would father say...

Her breasts had soft pink nipples that perked up, begging to suckled and teased. Her hips were made to be held during sex and carry children. She touched his back and her nails scratched down it as she moaned and whispered words of praise. "So.. show me German man... how big you are." She winked at him a bit and put his hands around her waist and whispered out, "Come on... lets see if you can make me cum apart in your arms and cry out to god."

 

[Wuffie]

As she undid his pants he groaned, feeling his manhood freed from the strain of his clothing, springing forward inside his boxers, still unable to feel the soft warmth of her body quite yet. He filled his gaze with her body as she leaned up to release her bra, pressing his lips to hers once again as he assisted her in pulling the offending garment off. His hands quickly filled with the newly exposed flesh, loving the feel of her warm skin in his grasp. Karl released her from his kiss, only to lower his mouth to her chest, filling his mouth with a perky nipple and flicking his tongue over it, releasing it from his mouth with an audible pop.

At the mention of a condom he furrowed his brows slightly, having not thought that he would be bedding her at this moment, and neglected to bring anything with him. The idea of not feeling her completely was not enjoyable regardless, but the thought of stopping now was even more unpleasant. “I Don’t…” He murmured, cursing under his breath in German.

The sudden pull of her nails over his back brought him back to the moment as she begged him to reveal himself, and without further ado he kicked off his pants and boxers, pulling her up on the bed so that he could press himself to her more closely. The succulent warmth of her flesh against his, it made him headlight, only separated now by her panties. His member was large, thick and throbbing, revealing all that was going through his mind in that moment.

“I want to see that pretty little French pussy of yours…” He growled lustfully, lowering himself slightly so that he could grasp her panties, pulling her legs upward and freeing her from them, tossing the swatch of cotton aside and gazing down upon his prize. He licked his lips, grasping her legs and pulling them apart, spreading her wide before burying his head between them, licking and suckling desperately. She tasted fantastic, like liquid cocaine he could not get enough.