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Graeber stands up, his eyes glossing over as his vision blurs. Natasha— or Alicen, he supposed, got to her knees to become eye-level with his cock as it throbbed inside of its fabric prison. Her green eyes fixated on it almost longingly before remembering she was supposed to be scared of her aggressor. She screwed her gaze upward and locked onto his eyes. She gulped, her throat bobbing before she spoke.

“What are you going to do to me?” Her Russian was flawless and rolled off her tongue like every other language he heard her speak.

“I’m going to use you,” he growled, grabbing her soft red hair with one hand. He then **** her face against the bulge. “And you’re not going to do anything about it.”

Her eyes were locked onto his as she opened her mouth and panted on the lump. Her tongue stuck out and slithered around the outline of his shaft, tasting more dirt and gun smoke than anything else. However, Graeber found this oddly satisfying, especially since his actions put her there.

It took him less than a minute to become bored with his interaction. He **** her to undress as he parted ways with some of his heavy equipment. The spade, the bullet pouches, the mask canister filled with goodies, and loose items all came off with his Y-straps. He started to unbuckle himself as the Russian bitch before taking the place of his hands to get his little Luger out of his trousers.

Graeber took himself by the base to begin pleasuring himself. The girl's eyes watched his tip as it grew and grew. She moistened her lips, nervous by the overall girth and length of the German who captured her. He pressed himself forward, and she found his balls near her mouth.

Graeber didn’t question why he seemed more “impressive” between his legs or why it looked like he had been able to maintain civilian hygiene standards. Clean, shaved, and still full of energy.

Graeber was too distracted by the devilish tongue lavishing his genitalia. Alicen, or Natasha if you’d rather, cleaned his balls better than any scrub. He actually gasped at first when he felt his left nut get sucked into her tongue’s cave. His grip tightened, and his motions quickened in an instant. He would have pushed himself over his limit in less than 5 minutes, but Natasha slowly suggested (with a gentle takeover) that she jerked him off as she licked him clean.

Natasha’s hand slowly rode him his length as she took his other ball into her mouth and cleaned that too. She wasn’t adored in the enemy's uniform anymore but was now in a simple set of white panties and a bra. Her skin looked imperfect, with freckles speckling her shoulders, some blemishes around her belly and inner thighs— a mole on her collarbone. And despite all that, Graeber begrudgingly found her attractive!

He swallowed and pulled on her hair again, making her gasp and release his package from her eager cleaning. Her mouth bobbed like a fish out of the water. Sloppy with spit, wet with pointless lipgloss. Her eyes burned with lust. He pressed himself against her again, and she renewed her active cleaning role more vigor than before!

She lashed, sucked, licked, and lolled— teasing, sweaty, and getting a nose full of his masculine musk. She thoroughly enjoyed his taste, his smell, and even the grip she kept a handful of her hair. Her nose was hovering close to his gender, tickling him whenever she breathed in or out. Natasha’s hand worked its way up and down his shaft, twisting slowly as it pumped, stimulating all-around pleasure for every nerve involved in his manhood. She wildly twisted near the top, teasing the glands with warmth only felt during intimacy.

Graeber pulled Natasha’s hair again when he felt her take in his whole package into her washer. It was unreal— the pleasure which was touched when she did that. Her tongue moved sideways, licking both balls no matter which direction it traveled. Her mouth was full, and soon her sloppy actions dropped off her chin and to her pert chest, wetting itself with salvia.

Graeber lets himself get washed for a few more passes before he finally grabs both sides of her head— pulling her hairstyle into a makeshift farmer's girl hairdo; her **** pigtails make perfect handles for the raw throat-fucking Graeber drives into Natasha’s mouth at a lightning quick pace.

Natasha gags, but her throat closes around him, Massaging his cock better than any hand ever could. Being already drenched with her spit, he was surprised to feel more heat wash around him as he dived in. He tried to think of the words to describe the pleasure he felt but faltered as his mind swelled with bliss.

He thrust in, making his balls slap against her chin. The subtle noise was hardly audible beneath the gagging and retching, however. Graeber refused to let the noises she was making stifle his pleasure-seeking. He ran himself so deep into her throat that it bulged with the shape of his manhood.

Then, just before his limit could be reached, she pulled out and pressed his wet balls against her again. Natasha promptly took them back into her slutty mouth and sucked them all over again. It was just as sloppy, but it felt even better now that he was worked up to an erection hard that he was flexing without command.

The sight of his wet fuck-rod while his package was licked, sucked, and teased added some kind of primal desire unlocked inside of him. He was overcome with want, and in less than a minute, he was again plunging into her mouth, going just as far but twice as fast.

Again, Natasha gagged against his rapid throat-fucking hips. Her eyes swelled with tears– her eyes bulged, and her tongue stuck out, massaging his underside even as he pulled out before sending it straight down her gullet. “GAAH~! GAAAH~!! GAAAAH~!!!”

When Graeber felt himself nearing his limit again, he pulled out and did what they’d been rehearsing, but this time Natasha refused to let his dick wiggle untouched in front of her. Her green eyes darted to his throbbing erection, and grabbed it with a full grip. She cranked hard and maintained constant eye contact with Graeber as she milked his cock and sucked balls.

“What have they been using for in the barracks?” Graeber groaned, feeling himself unable to keep away from his orgasm suddenly. “You fucking Russian whore~?!”

She continued sucking his testicles as his words failed to come out usually. A line of white cum shoots out and lashes her near-perfect face as her hands continually work his slick rod. All the way to the tip and then back to the base. He stifles a moan, not wanting to give her any kind of satisfaction from her oral stimulation. He is successful but otherwise made a mess of her with his spunk.

Natasha looked up at him, covered in cum like it was camouflage. She worked her lips into a weak smile and swallowed after licking the corners of her curve. “What else do you want from me now? Surely you’re–”

Unexpectedly, Graeber grabs and forces her to her back. She gasps loudly and then moans as she feels his fingers darting past her panties to find her pussy soaked. Graeber rubs over her first, petting her like a regular whore from the streets for free use. The sounds were sloppy and wet, something you might expect from lovers in heat. If Graeber didn’t know better, he might’ve suspected to be enjoying getting used up by the enemy.

Graeber used his strong fingers to thrash her while also pinning her down. He found the girl remarkably weak beneath him as he ruined her. Natasha cursed, gasped, and wiggled, sometimes unintentionally humping his busy hand as it violated her honey pot repeatedly.

Before long, his hand was drenched in her juices. Natasha’s complexion had gone completely scarlet now, and her eyes were again purple, flashing hot pink and neon green. The more he fingers her, the more her eyes change colors. He watches, fascinated with her iris as it spins out of control– like a kaleidoscope in constant rotation.

He stuffs his fingers in her mouth, and she gingerly sucks his fingers clean too. Her expression is pitiful, but she is wiggling even more under him.

“OK–” Natasha says, her voice harsh, and her eyes are still flashing, “Graeber, this is enough; we don’t have to do anymore!”

“Wir sind noch nicht fertig,” Graeber’s brain is stuck in an intense sex drive. “Noch nicht…!”

Graeber proceeds to finger Natasha, even as she tries to get out of his grip. At first, it was just his ring and middle finger, but he was stuffing her with four fingers. His experience was not perfect in his department, intimacy, but as he practically tortured Natasha, it seemed natural.

“Graeber~??” Natasha squirmed more, her voice coming out hot, heavy, and uneven. “Let go of me. I– I’m done!!”

“You don’t feel done,” he murmurs, his cheeks running hotter than her breath. “You’re so fucking wet down there. You want more, don’t you?”

“I’m–” Natasha’s form flickers. Horns, deep red hair, paler skin. Her voice falters too, and that comes out in English. “You really don’t have to do anymore with me. I got what I wanted!!”

“Nun,” Graeber grabs his cock after moving her panties to the side. “Das habe ich nicht.”

Her voice breaks into milky softness as it pitches into a tight squeal when she starts feeling her lips parting for his pulsating penis for entry. She becomes stiff while she’s penetrated. Her eyes go green, her form returns to the sniper, and the pleasure of sex returns to Graeber ten-fold. It’s what she deserves…

Gentle slapping fills the forest as Graeber starts pumping his hips into hers. She whimpers, but her tightness grows all around him. Even though he was still more sensitive than usual after his last climax, he hadn’t softened in the slightest. Their bodies mingled in heat and sweat. Both members of the party cursed but for different reasons. Alicen started to sound almost hopeless as she requested Graeber get off her one last time before she wrapped his legs around him on the ground.

Alicen’s back stiffens, and her mouth hangs open. She arches while she spasms out of control. Her form is steady as Natasha, but Graeber gasps and starts unloading another shot of sperm into her.