Sex and war. Can they go together? Well, maybe, if you take a well-trained Special Ops who happens to be female and beautiful, trained to kill with almost any weapon on the board but who loves her J2000 best of all. Add the heat of…well…the heat of a curse placed on a four hundred year old warrior who can make parts of his body show up at weird times, along with flames, and you get fights of every kind. All of them hot, hot, hot.
She didn’t believe in God or the devil. She did believe in evil men and injustice. She wasn’t sure she believed in true love, even though she had seen some people who said they were in love. She saw the movies and read the books. She believed in her H & K’s, her knives and her J2000 that did a great job.
Now she had to believe in an invisible man who had a curse. A man who claimed he was four hundred years old and who had already proven he could help her in tight combat situations.
“So you are stuck in this weird, what do you call it, immaterial type of life until something happens. What is suppose to happen to release you?”
This time she heard a deep sigh. “Well it sounds simple, she told us to learn, and believe me, watching the world in this type of existence I have really learned. But in order to become real again I must perform an entirely selfless and good act for someone else. The catch is how do you do something for someone with only one hand or one foot or your cock or your mouth?”
She couldn’t suppress a laugh. “Sounds like she didn’t want you to escape. Sounds like she gave you an impossible task. I don’t think the lady liked you at all.” She took another sip of coffee and added. “Well you can do some amazing things to make me feel good.”
She was thinking of the times he had given her orgasms, so many times. She thought it had been her own imagination because she hadn’t had good sex with any other man. Great, it figures, she had good sex with a man who was four hundred years old and only partially in the room. This was getting worse.
