Yet… first impressions don’t always stick. For, two days later, here he was–fighting shoulder to shoulder with her. After only a few scant hours of combat, she felt she’d known him for years. And in that time, she had learned that he was not only a man of useful talents, but also one you could rely on when the chips were down.
Abruptly, a crazy notion popped into her head. She nearly dismissed it… but then thought–why not? Tomorrow we may all be dead. “So, Dani,” she tossed off with a boldness she didn’t quite feel, “are you just going to watch? Or do you want to have a go too?”
The man didn’t need to be asked twice. Smiling broadly, he undid his fly and pulled his dick out of his trousers. He’d obviously enjoyed the show the other two had put on, and was raring to get in on the action. And although his brownish-red pole may have been on the shorter-side, it more than made up for it with a mouth-wateringly impressive girth.
Standing, Taliya beckoned Danilo over. Fortunately, Olek didn’t seem to have any problem sharing. He was content to lean against the wall and watch them, prick damp and flaccid now, a dreamy look pasted on his face.
Danilo approached, exuding an easy assurance. Deftly, he unfastened her kevlar vest and slid it from her shoulders. Then, unzipping the front of her fatigues, he reached inside. She was transported by the feel of his fingers running over her taut flanks and shapely back. The sensation of skin on skin was especially electric when set against the cold, inhumane backdrop of war.
Soon he pushed her sports-bra up, allowing him to massage her breasts as well. This sent a fresh thrill of excitement buzzing through her nerves. Next, he kissed her, lingeringly, assertively. As their lips remained locked, tongues lunging and parrying with athletic grace, his fingers kneaded her tits beguilingly, and traced tingling circles around her generous, pale-pink areolae.
Suddenly, Taliya was too hot to wait any longer–she needed him inside her. Tearing free, she turned and got down on hands and knees. Shamelessly, she presented the round curve of her ass to the man, tilting her pelvis so that her cunt was as accessible and enticing as possible. She knew she must look like a bitch in heat, but she didn’t care a bit. It was exactly what she felt like at that moment. She didn’t even care that Oly was there to take in the whole lurid spectacle.
“Well Dani?” she said, with a growl that was more command than request, “Let’s go!”
That was one order that he was happy to follow. Moving fluidly, he crouched behind her, and pressed his cock into her opening. Even though she was slippery and relaxed, the man was a tight fit. He was so wide, in fact, that he would have stretched her in any position; and at this angle the friction was even greater. The feel of it was heavenly, though. Somehow, his thick, meaty pole seemed to rub all the right parts of her canal–including parts she wasn’t sure she’d even known about before.
Adroitly, rhythmically he fucked her, and her body ground back against him in time. She lowered her head and set her shoulders as he thudded exquisitely up against her ass. Each time he hammered home, her dangling teats wobbled and swayed, his ball-sac slapped impudently against her clit, and the ache of desire between her thighs grew more intense.
After a while, he reached below her torso to roll her nipples aggressively between his fingers. This sent a jolt of energy running down her spine, merging into the cacophony of sensation at her crotch. And that’s right about when Taliya lost it–her consciousness overwhelmed by a sharp, jangling, uncontrollable rush of orgasm. Her muscles shook, and her eyes rolled back in her head, and a rasping animal groan escaped from deep in her throat. “Oh… oh God… oh ah ah ah ah… oh yessss Dani…”
For a minute or two longer he managed to hold out, penetrating her with an ever-increasing tempo and urgency, each thrust serving to sustain and amplify the cymbals crashing in her brain. Then he tipped over the edge too–abruptly jamming himself as deep in her as he could go, and spraying every last drop of sperm that he had into her uterus in a rapid staccato of short, sharp lunges.
At last they both came down. She flopped to the floor, and he collapsed onto her back, both of them sweaty and panting. He remained hard for some time, and her vagina continued to clutch on to him possessively. Every so often a series of light, pleasant contractions rippled through her crotch.
At length, Danilo roused himself to stand and pull up his breeches. Taliya sat up, still feeling a little dazed. Dani chucked her affectionately under the chin. “Damn, kokhana,” he said softly, “you make a man want to believe in something.”
She smiled up at him through tangled chestnut locks. That had been fun. But, there was still one more thing she needed to do. “Olek, dorogii,” she called to the lad, “go take over from Kyryl. Tell him I need him.”
Compliantly, he left. Dani winked. “I’ll keep the kid company,” he said, and sauntered out the doorway as well.
* * * * *
A moment later, Kyryl paced into the room, eyes alert. His features were normally impassive, but a hint of astonishment flitted across them when he spotted Taliya lying casually on the floor–fatigues draped open to reveal the luscious swell of her breasts and her hard, pink nipples; dungarees down around her ankles exposing her most intimate treasures to view; a slender hand reached between her thighs, middle finger lightly teasing her clit. “What…?”
She smiled, giving her head a coy tilt. “I thought you boys needed a reminder of what you’re fighting for. Now it’s your turn.”
He reddened. “Tal, I… You don’t need to…”
“Well,” she cut him off, “–and maybe I need a reminder what we’re fighting for too, eh?”
Acceding with a bashful bow of the head, the man undid his trousers. Of the three cocks she’d witnessed this day, this was her favorite–thick, long, well-formed, manly. If it wasn’t already evident from his demeanor, his dick made it very clear that he was attracted to her. Self-consciously, he knelt, his steely eyes turning unexpectedly solicitous. He kissed her for a long, sweet, lingering moment; then moved to trace warm, sensual lips down her neck… across her shoulder… along her collarbone… and into the gap of her cleavage.
His sturdy hands fondled her breasts with surprising gentleness, and she gasped with pleasure when he took her large, firm nipples into his mouth–first one, and then the other–massaging them softly, rhythmically, insistently with his tongue. As he gradually increased his pace and the sensations multiplied, her body began to rock of its own volition.
Then, shifting to kiss her lips again, Kyryl reached down and eased his penis into her. She was still drenched with her own wet and the semen of their comrades, and he penetrated her effortlessly, despite his impressive size. In fact, their forms seemed to fit perfectly together, like hand in glove. Maneuvering with an assertive tenderness, he began to ply her vagina, slowly, steadily, skillfully. Move for move, she matched his cadence, so that soon their two substances seemed to be working as one.
Ever so slowly, he increased his tempo. The man had flawless control of his body, and seemed to know just how to use it to rouse her up. As they continued kissing, passionately, unreservedly, he wrapped his arms beneath her. Cocooned in his firm embrace, Taliya felt sheltered and protected in a way she hadn’t for years, or maybe ever. She ran her hands up over his sculptured back and broad shoulders, marveling at the iron bands of muscle and sinew she felt rippling beneath the uniform, beneath the skin. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to simply lose herself in the man’s raw physicality.
It was impossible to say which of them lost control first. Maybe it happened at the exact same time. For her, it was a very different kind of climax than the one with Dani–less an explosion of surface sensation, and more a rising, permeating flood of ecstasy, welling up from the very core of her being. As this tide peaked and overflowed, breathy, poignant moans began to spill from her lips: “ah ah ah… uh-huh… uh-huh… ohh yes… yes… ohh fuck yesssssss…” And then she sank beneath the slow, hypnotic waves of joy, allowing them to roll inexorably over her brain and flow out across her body, one after the other, each more powerful and profound than the last…
Dimly she sensed that Kyryl had abandoned himself as well, driving his shaft into her with a desperate, ravenous, single-minded intensity. They had both surrendered to their biological imperatives–he to plant his seed in her womb; she to receive it. So, their bodies went on writhing together: not in unison, but in what felt like a perfect, heaven-sent harmony. And for a single, all-too-brief moment, there was no war for them, and time stood still…
* * * * *
Afterward, she wasn’t sure how long they lay there, contentedly twined in each-other’s arms. Eventually, though, they had to come back to Earth. Stirring and sitting up, Taliya saw that Kyryl’s face had become clouded, as the troubles of the day settled back on his shoulders. “Tal,” he said, his voice gravelly with emotion. “I want to keep you safe. I want to keep all of us safe. But this war…”
She put a finger gently to his lips. “Shhhh, lyuba. None of us know what tomorrow will bring. But as long as we are alive, we will be here for each other. You don’t have to carry it all by yourself.”