The Next Crusade Part 1

By Matthew Chapel

Knight’s job is very simple. Manage drone logistics so the local pilots can keep dropping warheads on insurgent foreheads in the remote Kharuk countryside. Aside from the brutal weather and his less-than-comfortable digs, Knight can’t complain too much about getting paid a handsome sum for sitting around on his ass watching a laptop monitor.

Things get complicated however when a local ally reveals she’s no-holds-barred thirsty for some western invader dick. But complicated in a sexy way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matthew Chapel
• Release date: Nov 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005961770

Matthew Chapel

Matthew Chapel isn’t like the average writer who writes erotica for well rounded and educated reasons. Matt’s just an immature pervert who talks in third person sometimes.All my story proceeds go towards obtaining the vital life-juices that sustain my mortal coil, thus perpetuating the production of literary smut for your morbid entertainment...This is my life now...My business card: https://mattchapel.carrd.co/

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A contractor is stationed in the remote Kharuk countryside, double tapping the local insurgents and tapping the local women.

THE NEXT CRUSADE: PART 1

Matthew Chapel

Copyright ©2021 Matthew Chapel

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are of legal age of consent.

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It was bloody hot. So, it was no surprise the flight control tower’s windows had been thrown open and at least eight fans were blowing on full tilt to circulate the dry desert air.

But what made Knight break out in a sweat more than the heat was the tea lady. Just the sight of her made Knight feel warm and it had nothing to do with the all-covering black robe covering her body from head to toe.

He’d always wondered how the local women didn’t die of heat stroke in those things. Knight wore little more than a t-shirt and board-shorts under the weighty plate-carrier pressing