Seeing myself through her eyes [AU Ace Combat 4: Shattered Skies Fanfic]

[Cypherxk2]

(A/N: This fanfic will be based in an alternate universe where Esmerelda DeSanto, aka, Yellow 4 actually survives the events of ISAF's second attack on Stonehenge. Ideas for scenes are welcomed, encouraged, and requested via PMs.)

Prologue

Most of the ground crew found it unsightly to see a F-15Active amongst the Su-37s of Yellow Squadron, but I'd insisted since it was the plane that had carried me out of ISAF territory all the way into the heart of Erusea. I knew I was lucky, since the people I fell in with considered me untrustworthy. I wasn't allowed much access to anything beyond the 15 by 9 feet tent that was my cell. Which was fine, since I was conscripted as a Mercenary into the Erusean Air Force as an independent support unit of Yellow Squadron. At first, I was sure that no one had held much interest in me.

Which held true, until She had come into the private shower stall I was assigned unannounced. She must have just come back from a mission, as I could smell the musk of her sweat through the faint scent of perfume she wore. Her slender frame was hidden by just a large, thin towel, leaving little to my imagination as I planted myself in a corner with my back against the wall to give her room. My eyes were averted, closed tightly to prevent myself from peeking more than I already had as I heard the towel scrap on the rail above me.

I had hoped at the time that she would handle her business and depart. Boy, was I sorely disappointed by fate. Not having any idea what to expect, a muffled gasp escaped my throat as I felt her hands close around my stiffening genitalia. My muscles seemed to lock up and give out simultaneously, leaving me partially slumped against the stall wall as she knelt before me. The shock was overwhelming for me, but it was the cool, yet entreating look in her eyes that, once I opened my own again, allowed for my begrudged surrender into her actions for the time.

She was surprised by the size of me, which I went to great lengths to remain humble about. I was easily 10 inches long, unlike most of the guy I knew. Yet, I'd never had an encounter like this before. And apparently, she picked up on that fact as her calculating gaze became softer. The stroking of my member becoming more sensual as I let out a small but noticable whimper. My knees felt locked in place as I felt one of her hands go to my hip.

"Forgive me...." I heard from her in a soft mistaken and rather musical voice, my hands clinched into fists as pleasure started flooding my mind, "I had believed you to be an arrogant flyboy like the others in my squadron..... It appears I was mistaken."

I blinked as she withdrew, taking my arms by the wrists and pulling down on top of her with her legs opened wide. I didn't really know what was happening but my brain apparently got the gist. My hands unclinched, finding my being interlaced with hers as a sudden spark of mutual lust shot the us. What happened after that spark was an unintelligible blur though I know I heard her cry out she was cumming at least twice while I helplessly writhed and bucked filling her womb with my hot seed.

"I'll help you to fly again......" She panted to me after we finished for a third time, her arms draped protectively around my neck I lay collapsed on top of her, "I believe I know what kind of man you are now...."

The water falling on us had long gone cold. Yet, as I withdrew my spent member from her lovely pink snatch, I couldn't help but want to go again. However, she forestalled any further action on my part by pushing me away and onto my back. Her actions, which I silently protected at first, were merely so she could have a turn on top, straddling and riding me like a wild race horse as we kissed for the first time in that whole encounter.

"Pleeease..... Trust meeeeee......aahhhhh!!" She wailed frantically right as another mutual orgasm ripped us both apart at the seams, her back arching with my hands gripping her ass hard enough to leave bruises as I greedily pounded her pussy into sexual oblivion.

She left after that, leaving me far more drained than I recalled ever being and feeling used. I wondered what came over me and her as I dried myself. Coming down from the high of sex I'd been on, I realized felt robbed and disappointed. I wanted to see her again. Which sucked as I could smell the fresh spitzes of her perfume lingering in the air.

"This oughta be interesting......" I breathed, looking at my bunk to see a handkerchief neatly folded on my desk, "Very interesting indeed....."

 

[Cypherxk2]

Federal Erusean Air Force - Yellow Squadron
December 31, 2004
Operation Starstruck Side A
Comona Islands Airspace


"Oh hell....." I breathed, my repainted F-15ACTIVE lagging a bit behind the Charlie group of "Yellows" I found myself with as I picked up the wall of ISAF fighters inbound to the Riass Space Center, "This'll be a massacre...."

My F-15 had been repainted from the ISAF colors it had sported prior a few days ago to the matching levity of the Su-37s in formation with me. Commonsense had told me that I should have taken a Mig-29 or a Grey Su-37 but I'd been stubborn in sticking with my jet. I was regretting it now as according to my radar, I was the only F-15 in the area. That meant I was a prime target.

"Break and engage all ISAF forces. Secure air superiority until the B-2s arrive." I heard from Yellow 15, my assigned flight leader, as all the Yellows scattered and left me like a deer in headlights, "Leave none alive to run back home!!"

Both forces merged, and the massive air battle above the space center began in earnest. I mostly just skirted the battle, trying to keep myself out of the way while not really shooting at anyone. I still got harassed though by an ISAF F-16 that seemed intent on annoying the hell out of me. It was getting to the point where I was legitimately considering going offensive on him when a QAAM from a fellow Yellow tore the wing of my harasser and sent him into the drink. My savior, whom formed up with me, had a yellow 4 on their plane's nose.

"We've got your six." I heard, her voice cutting through the unbridled panic welling up in me as I see another Yellow with the number 13 on its nose slid in neatly on my right wing, "If you've got plane trouble, We'll escort you west halfway out of the combat zone."

That was my out, and I knew it. Yet, the pilot of the Yellow 13 Terminator seemed to be analyzing me. As if seeing if I would do it while judging my character. The knowledge that my mind seemed to sense that made me angry. I wasn't gonna make myself look like a coward by bugging out.

"I'm good." I say, knowing in my gut that my words were sealing my fate, "I was looking for high level threats. Don't see much worth in wasting ammo on small fry."

"Spoken like a true mercenary." An older man's voice came over my radio, chilling me to the bone as I looked over at the Terminator with the Yellow 13 on its nose, "You've got XMAAs on that bird right?"

"Yes sir, full complement." I replied, pitching up and over to my right as to replace the Yellow 13 Terminator as the trail position.

"Alright, consider yourself part of my flight." The older man spoke, the Terminator I suspected him to be in angling out into an orbit of the outer edge of the furball as I followed, "Dissuade as many new entries by the opposing side as you can but don't get careless."

"Just call if you need help." I heard her say, the Terminator to my left waggling it's wings as space started to open up between me and the leading Terminator, "We will assist you if we can."

I don't acknowledge her words, but I know she knows I understood as both Terminators seem to enter into a near simultaneous left turn with their afterburners lit. I pitch away from them, lost in my own world briefly. I hadn't fired a shot this whole time. Which I guess was a bad thing if I was trying to ingratiate with the Erusean Military. I didn't have anything to prove really until now.

My weapon stores were as such:
Guns: 900
Missiles: 78
XMAA: 22

Not bad for anti-air operations, but I had limited offensive ACM experience. The XMAAs would help but I'd be pushed into a dogfight eventually. It wasn't a concept I liked to consider. Still, if I was to hold my own, I had to do it. It was my only option.

"Alright, Yellow 9 engaging." I breathed, toggling my weapon systems as I found myself locked on a group of 3 F-18Cs and an climbing F-14A, "Fox Three, medium."

[XMAA count down: 22 to 18]

For some reason, I disabled my radio transmitter while tuning over to the ISAF's comm channel spectrum. My ears lit up with the frantic chatter of the ISAF pilots as I saw all of my fired missiles hit their marks. I immediately wished I hadn't, since I think my ears have started to ring from the clammering pilots. It's clear, despite the boasting from some of the Yellow pilots I heard earlier, that the ISAF pilots aren't willing to give this area up without a fight.

"They're braver than me...." I murmured, leaving another F-14A in my dust as I outturned his duet of sidewinders almost without me noticing he'd fired on me until I saw one go in the drink below, "Far braver than me....."