To return to his unit in perfect health

Alicen grinned ear-to-ear. “That’s more like it!”

Graeber felt guilty, but he had a sinking feeling that not everyone in that barrack deserved to come back with him. Was that the wrong choice? It felt like he barely thought about it. However, before she could ask for a moment, she stood up.

“Now, here’s the catch,” she got up, walked behind him, and started to give a glorious massage. He gasped, feeling his whole body ride up with excitement. “You have to fuck me while I look like this. Your most hated enemy ever! For now, at least.”

Alicen’s fingers rode Graeber’s shoulders like she was fucking him somehow, and his throbbed hopelessly in his pants, eager to be touched and teased— at the very least seen and admired by someone. “Haven’t you ever hated someone so much you wanted to FUCK them, Graeber?”

Honestly speaking, Graeber hadn’t. But as Alicen said it, it felt like it had always been a dark fantasy of his to live. Without realizing he was nodding, Alicen giggled and traced her finger between his chest and his belly button. She drew her mouth close to his ear and lolled it over his lobe. “How badly would you like to fuck the shit out of Natasha?”

“Horribly,” he muttered with a shaking breath. He could feel her fingers close the belt of his uniform and tremble. “I’d fuck her into submission and make her apologize for everything.”

“I love that sound of that,” she grabs his cock through his pants and jerks the outline. “Would you like to show me how badly you’d do it? How hard you’d fuck her?”

Graeber nodded. Before he knew it, the world around him melted, and he fell forward.

…

…

Suddenly, he was back in the forest, and he knew that it was during the **** to find the sniper outside of the tree line. Only this time, he was where he wanted to go before. He broke into a spirit when he heard one of the grenades pop off where he was she was, where Natasha was.

He jumped and saw Natasha, relatively unharmed but stunned by the concussion of the grenade. Graeber, already forgetting his run-in with the succumbs, jumps on top of the sniper and forces her wrists to the earth.

“You fucking— I’m going to—!!” The two struggled for a few moments, but ultimately, Graeber was stronger than the girl and overpowered her. He straddled and looked down. Her eyes flashed purple for a few seconds before returning to a pale green and dark green. “Alicen? You shot— but how could you.”

The sniper, Alicen, narrowed her eyes. “_You really do hate this bitch, don’t you? You were honestly going to try to kill me without even thinking!" Alicen scoffed. "You know I'm not her, and I just have her form, don't you?!"_

He fell back, confused still. Alicen grabbed and **** him back on top of her. “We just talked about this— now hate fuck me. Hate ****! Fuck me because you hate me!”

Graeber suddenly pulled his hand back and slapped her. “Shut up, woman!”

The slap was solid, and if his hand was closed, he might’ve knocked her teeth out. Despite that, she let out a horny moan, which made his senses tense. Graeber paused and looked at Alicen with surprise. “What was that?”

“You’re so strong~!” Alicen said, her voice all different now. “What are you going to do to me now that you’ve got me in your grip?”

He wanted to get up again, but he stopped. There was a primal instinct itching at his loins as he saw her. Her uniform seemed more form-fitting this time, and her features seemed magnified. Her breasts were more plump, her curves more pronounced, her complexion and eye color much more allusive. He took it all in at once and found himself incredibly horny. Graeber didn’t have to command his body to disrobe the sniper; his fingers were already working on it.

More and more of the sniper's clothes ended up on the side in unfolded piles. Before long, Natasha was wearing nothing besides her underwear. White panties with a matching bra. There were little imperfections all over her hairless body. A mole close to her belly button, freckles on her shoulders— minor cuts on her wrists.

Graeber’s cock was as hard as the steel on his bayonet. A stronge surge of lust came over him, and he tore off her bra in one swift motion. Her pert chest greeted his gaze, and he saw that her nipples were erect, pink like bubblegum, and hard like the tips of her bullets. He kneaded them, making her cry out like a whore in use. He felt the warmth of her breast penetrate his palms, and he started to drool. He leaned in and gave each nipple a long lick before latching his lips onto each one, sucking on them harshly as she was wretched in unspeakable guilt— she was experiencing pleasure too, but not carefree. Her mind swam in bliss, the kind you only get when you enjoy something wrong.

Graeber slid his hand between her legs, finding her patchy pussy damp with anticipation. In fact, after feeling her up, he found the girl hopelessly wet against the pads of his fingers. He took the same fingers and dived them into her mouth. She sucked on them gingerly while staring up. She sucked them so eagerly he wondered what else she’d lick clean…