Graeber gets an unexpected visitor.

Graeber and the rest were **** inside of a building that they called a “barracks,” but was hardly even a shack for the amount of men they **** inside. To make matters worse, it started to rain an hour before they were filtered inside.

Graeber kept the man in the stretcher close by, but was likely recovering well, despite the circumstances. It helped that he wasn’t completely blind, but one of them would be running out of bandages sooner or later. Despite that, the energy drained from Graeber’s body allowed him to fall asleep within a few minutes of laying down. He slept soundlessly for at least 3 hours before someone came in.

“Samson,” a girls voice said above him. It was Natasha.

Graeber pretended to be asleep. Then he was struck. “Samson,” the woman said louder.

“What do you want, witch?” He hissed in response. Then he felt her hand clamp down on his collar and yank out of the bottom bunk. He dragged out, almost effortlessly even though he fought and pulled back on the sniper’s tight grip.

The tugging didn’t stop even as they stepped outside. He pulled and pulled and pulled! He slide on the mud and even slipped a few times, but the sniper had no problem keeping her nimble feet securely grounded, even in the muck that slopped down tanks and horses.

Finally, they reached the entrance and they were both let out. Graeber was taken to a tent, warm and well-lit. There was food and wine prepared on the table. When Graeber saw this, he suspected that he was going to be **** to watch the Russian sniper dine on warm food.

Graeber stood defiantly at the entry, but was admittedly confused to see that they were alone. He swallowed as watched Natasha walk around him and sit at the table with the food displayed on top. She winked and grabbed a fork and knife. She ate, staring at Graeber expectantly. When he failed to say anything, she wiped her mouth.

“You amuse me,” she said flatly. “I’ll grant you a wish without the others knowing.”

Despite hearing her speak perfect German, Graeber was so furious he said nothing to her, so she continued.

“I’ll grant you any desire within my power,” her eyes, now purple, went to his wounded shoulder. The bleeding had stifled since he his haphazard repair job, but was likely to get infected if left untreated. “It doesn’t have to be for you either. I’ve noticed you’ve taken another man under you watch. Josef, yes?”

Still. He said nothing. She removed her cap and Graeber saw horns. He gasped. “Alicen?”

She grinned playfully, but there wasn’t much friendliness behind the tight curve of her lips. “What gave it away?”

“You must get me out of here,” he said, rushing over. “Get every willing member of the Wehrmacht out here and in the arms of the army again!”

Alicen ate, making a big show of her crossing her legs. The Russian uniform made her look hideous in his eyes, and saw no attractive attribute in the she-devil in her. He grunted. “Or kill all these Russians! Something!”

She chewed while she shrugged. Then she drank. “You’re losing this war, Samson. I’m sorry to say. It doesn’t matter if I make every man here mad and blood thirsty. It would have been interesting to see what future your Fuhrer would have brought, but I’m not God Almighty. The cards have been dealt for you idiots. Now you have to play.”

Graeber grunted with angry, but then deflated. “I— what do you want with me then? Did you just bring me here to berate me?”

She cut another piece of meat to eat. She studied Graeber while chewing. “I can still grant you a wish,” she said with her mouth full. “Would you like some ideas?”

“One fucking wish?”

She nodded. “Ideas?”

“Ja, ja, bitte…” They had been speaking German this entire time and he didn’t even realize it until just then. He blinked and also noticed he was rocking a hard-on the size of an 88c,m barrel.

“I could repair you entirely,” she started with. “Send you back to the army and the Russians will assume you ran away somehow. But, what are they going to do?”

“What else?”

“You could take your entire camp as it is, including yourself, and simply appear outside the nearest base. You’ll all be back in rotation!” Alicen continued. “Or, you could…well, you get the idea. Use your head. Think for yourself.”

“I get it,” he sat across from her and grabbed a knife of his own, now eating with her off the same plate. “What’s the catch?”

Alicen dramatically rolled her eyes. “We have to fuck for it, of course. Do I look like a servant of God? We’ll fuck until I’m satisfied.”

“Do you have to look like that?” He gestured to her. The Soviet uniform over the sniper he hated.

“Oh,” she winks. “This is a bonus! But, more on that later. Don’t you worry! I had a little bit of an adventure with one of you, uh, friends and it gave me a whole lot of ideas!!”

Graeber’s cock throbbed, despite his kinks being not-at-all-tickled. “Right.”

He thought about all the people inside the barrack that were unwilling to fight anymore. “Can I cherry pick the ones that want to fight still?”

“Nein,” she smirks. “It’s all or nothing. This won’t be a perfect deal if you try to be kind. You’re either thoughtful or thoughtless. There’s no easy solution.”

“Just me and Josef then?”

“Nein!” She cackled. “It’s just you or everyone!”

“Will you promise me that he’ll at least survive and go home?”

Suddenly, her expression softened. “What's with you and Josef?”

Graeber’s face felt warm now. “I greatly pity him.”

Alicen’s kept to herself for a moment. “Pick your wish. I might pity you, too.”

Graeber’s eyes dropped, becoming aware of how stiff he was. “Fuck. How many other men would rather be in this situation right now?”

“Pick your wish,” Alicen demanded before drinking from the bottle of wine.