Hansel and Marion Ch. 27

Well I got to a stopping point with this, but then I went on with it. So it’s not too long but it’s a good amount of reading. Hmm there’s a straight line down of posts now on the calendar. Was it intentional? No I didn’t mean so but I find these events interesting but back to what yall want here’s some more HaM. Well it’s actually Irish and E only.

Chapter 27

Irish ducked under the camouflage net draped over E for the train ride to the harbor. He watched the rising moon dawn over the tree line whizzing by at full train speed with a sense of home and comfort awakening deep inside, oh how long he hasn’t felt that. He moved through the net at E’s side silent under the track’s and train car’s rattle and clatter then made himself known to E once he was by her driver compartment’s side.

“Oh, hey Irish. Why are you here?”

“Why not? No one else to talk to around here.” There was a pause. “Relax E, come on lower yourself onto the bed.”

“No, I can’t.”

“Yes you can, you had a long journey and now it’s your time to relax. Now lower,” she lowered herself a tad bit, “lower,” she complied, “all the way down, till your belly’s on the floor.”

“I can’t lower any more than this.”

“I call bullshit.”

“What do you not know how my suspension works?” She remembered he’s used to torsion bar, she’s torsion bar with hydraulic cross bars that limit her depression. She didn’t feel like explaining it, though. “Just look, you’ll see.” He shook his head and glanced at her.

“Better have something otherwise you’re a guy.” Then he ducked down and peered through and saw her hull resting on horizontal bars. “So you’re not a guy. That’s good.”

“Why would you say I’m a guy?”

“Well they don’t like to lay on their bellies because of their thing.”

“Mmm that thing sure sounds good right now.” She closed her eyes and smiled wide. Irish sat down and leaned into the net then rushed forward onto his knees and glanced into his lap.

“Ah that’s great.” She moaned again, Irish figured she might have been fingering herself. “Why do you share this sex shit with me?”

She didn’t answer him.

There was only the noise of the train on its tireless journey to their destination. Irish looked at E’s hull with the glistening moon light, admiring her clean, new look that he admired on Jäger back when she was new. He studied over her edges and angles, the curves and turns, the bends and breaks, the shapes and forms. He admired it all passionately. He scanned her over again and again and again taking mental notes of different key features like her sixty degree sloping bow, then her huge glacis plate at least twenty centimeters thick without the angle boost, then her mantle with its six fume extractors that went around her bell mantle that reminded him of a loaded revolver with the bullet heads sticking out, and her cheese grater gun muzzle break, her rangefinder bulges on her turret sides, her thick faceplate that’s thicker than her glacis, her drive sprockets put at the front and rear of the tracks with no idler wheel, her eight huge road wheels per side, her engine exhaust system peeking over her hull stern, her thick and wide treads. He had a keen eye for detail and loved looking at machines, especially the one in front of him then.

“How do you know so much about guy tanks?” She blurted out after a while of Irish scoping her out.

“Me and Fritz are closer friends than it looks.” She closed her eyes again. Irish sighed and murmured “A lot closer.” She went back to her moans and fantasies. Irish listened and couldn’t stop the grin from forming on his face. His mind was on its strange journey of thought; no one really got his thinking process right or could make sense of it unless they thought long and deep, trying to venture into his mind, to understand him more. He was always quiet and when he is quiet he’s thinking, just thinking. “You’re pretty bent on a tank. Why?”

“They’re big, strong, lasting, tough, and filling. Planes are too frail, trucks are too needy and tiny and frail, ships are too big and cumbersome and can’t last like a tank.”

“Have you thought about men? They’re easier to come by.”

“They fail at it all. They’re small, weak, needy, flimsy, quick, and couldn’t come close to my size.”

“You know it changes size, right?”

“Hard or soft it doesn’t matter, still not big enough.”

“That’s not it.” He dropped his head into his lap again then rested for a while, listening to the train’s noise. He picked his head up and rested it in his usual L hand shape. “Edwards is into trains.” She opened her eyes and looked at him.

“He is? That must be kinda boring.”

“Yeah he’s into American trains more. What’s boring?”

“The sex.”

“What’s with you and sex? It’s like every other topic involves sex.”

“What’s so bad about that? And you said he was into them right after talking about sex partners.”

“Can you change subjects easy?”

“Not sex subjects. Now I’m thinking, a night with a train could be filling.” He remembered how Marion filled the sky with her pleasured cries the night E came.

“Hansel fills Marion pretty good.”

“How do you know that?”

“Remember the night you arrived? All that screaming and moaning?”

“Oh that was a good fingering for me. You get off at all?”

“Hhhhuuuuh why do you ask?”

“Because I put myself in her place! I thought she was being hammered by a tank! Now how did you feel!?”

“God damn it woman! I was turned on, yes, but no I didn’t do anything! Are you happy now?”

“No I want some tank dick in my mouth and cunt right now!”

“Ah so you like three ways?” He switched to a taunting mood. She stopped and thought.

“…Maybe… what of it?” She asked a little surprised of herself. He chuckled softly.

“No reason. We’ve all got our ticks.” He looked in her large brown eyes and watched them close shut again. I’ve got mine. He whispered under his sigh. He looked up over her and saw the bright moon over E’s turret so beautiful and brilliant. He finally felt it again, that home feeling, and it was mixed with another; and even though E was boisterous, proud, outspoken, free minded and strong willed, he found love for her and hoped that she could hopefully see this and maybe rethink her desires to be a little more realistic. He sat and watched silently as she fell asleep where he crawled out of the net and went to his bunk for some rest. He slept straight through the morning and woke up for lunch before rejoining E to keep some company between them. Their conversations were predictable and constant throughout the days and nights; one time however it was on why Irish was selected to guide E and his short naval career on a heavy battlecruiser.

“I know the one awaiting us at port.” She said curiously. “Which one did you serve on?”

“Her name was Prinz Eugen.” He said confidently.

“Well isn’t that good for you!”

“Why’s that?”

“She’s at port for us.”

“Awesome. Why do they tell you everything and not me?”

“They trust me.”

“Why not me? I’m ain’t told jack diddly shit!”

“You don’t need it.”

“Ehh I don’t. I just do what I’m told.”

“Hmmppff.” She thought to herself blow me and was curious to his response. “Anything?”

“Probably.”

“Blow me.” He looked up dazed and confused.

“Why? How? You went from never with a human to asking a blowjob from me, how?” She was laughing. “I will-sure-but…why?” She laughed harder. He wasn’t too sure what to do.

“No, never!” She blurted in between laughing spells. “Just a joke!”

“I was thinking you were getting desperate.” He smiled and thought how close he came to going down on her. It was the last night on the train, the last of five nights. He’d gotten to know her cues as to when she was pleasing herself; she narrows her gaze and tenses up around her eyes, raises up her stern a little and rocks forward and back probably on her makeshift cock, and pulls her lips tight and wide, sometimes if she gets real into it she’ll close her eyes that usually leads her into a thin smile and her eyelids to flutter. Irish has seen this a lot on the train ride and knew she’d been doing something when she’d moan and sigh randomly when he’d be talking or eating food with her so after a few times he caught on. At night he saw that her head light would flicker as if it had a faulty wire or the bulb wasn’t screwed in all the way. When she was holding it in for a greater feel she coiled her one-twenty-eight back, clenched her teeth and spread her lips menacingly and clenched her eye shaders down in the front, her stern would shake softly then vigorously as her orgasm’s climax progressed. Then her stern would jump up and down discretely like she was humping his rod for the final chance at sending him deep into herself. He’d only seen that once shortly after they talked about various sex topics for hours on end. He guessed that she would be even more aggressive with herself if he wasn’t there. He watched her start slowly tonight, she must have been in the slow and steady mood tonight, and smiled as he predicted her clues perfectly in countless times to study in only a few weeks of knowing her.

This night was just slow and steady, relaxed, for E, and Irish was going to tell her when she finished all about her signs and routine but when she finished she threw off Irish; she lowered herself as low as she could and went right to sleep. No mumbling or checking what’s around her, she just went to sleep in front of Irish. He waited to see if she’d wake up, after about ten minutes he got up. He approached her hull and simply admired her huge body, pulled his right cheek into a grin and rubbed her cheek and whispered to her before he patted her again and went to his bunk.

“Goodnight and sweet dreams, my sweetheart. See you in the morning.”

Fin Chapter 27