Her lip lifted and a fang gleamed at his answer, but indeed, it wasn't for him. She'd been their prisoner for as long as she could remember; her childhood memories were of damp stone walls, classical music, pointe shoes. Daggers in the dark. Weight of a loaded gun. She despised killing, but she was excellent at doing so. A tempered weapon, refined until all that was left was reflection; whatever was required to complete the mission. Empty mirrors, gazing back.
"I will be free," she promised him in a hard tone, ears lowered against her sleek head. "And you with me, I swear it." She wouldn't allow him to remain here, a prisoner to this insanity, not while she still drew breath. "I will find a way. Somehow. We will not be resigned to this...farce of a life."
Natalia trailed off, watching with piqued interest as the black wolf rose, shook himself, and wavered from one form to another, emerging as the human man she recognized; dark hair, blue eyes, toned muscle. One of her eyebrows twitched, green eyes still approving. She wiggled to her back when he returned to her, human hands of flesh and metal combing through her thick fur, making her shiver with delightful anticipation.
"You are still very handsome," she told him, tongue lolling out and tail wagging slowly. "Even in this form." Then she giggled, paws waving slightly. "And I very much like your hands in my fur this way." She slowly rolled back over again, arching her spine beneath his palm. "Stroke me harder, my Soldier, just a little...?"
He supposed that he admired her will, the strength of her vindication to remove herself from a situation in which she had existed for likely most of her life. How she had come to be part of the Red Room training program was never explained to him, and he found most of the candidates never survived long enough for it to make a difference. She was different. For a moment, he almost believed her, but experience and recalling pain seasoned him with experience of how unlikely that was. Her attempts would instead hurt her, be used to break her down in a new way.
His fingers reached up to scratch at the fur around her cheeks, and he hummed in response. Had there been a time when he thought he would be free? He couldn't recall. He knew he had fought sometimes because he had the scars to prove it, but the story behind each one was gone. "And when they hurt you for talk and action like that, carry the scars with pride. Even minor resistances are still putting them back on their heels." But he expected no more than that.
He huffed softly at her declaration. "Which means you enjoyed my other form better," he said with a faint smirk on his lips. He reached up to take her wiggling paw, bringing it to his lips for a kiss in a very gentlemanly way before he nipped sharply at her toes. Then he was scratching her back, working his fingers into her thick coat and rubbing vigorously as if finding every itch she could ever have. To have access to the fullness of her back, he rolled up onto his knees and worked, giving her the kind of massage that bridged the gap of pleasure to pain at times.
"You are the most beautiful, and your beauty will only grow with your size and mane," he whispered at her, aware her keen hearing could pick it up. "Such a sensational creature you are."
Natalia listened quietly, almost purring in the wonderful sensation of touch. Her Soldier's hands were large, and strong, his fingers working through her fur with firm possessiveness, and she arched her body for him invitingly. She had to laugh softly, however, and say, "A little, perhaps. You are handsome in both forms, so I am doubly pleased." Her lips quivered in a small smirk.
She lowered her head and her lashes at his praise, turning her head to nuzzle at his hand, then her form began to quaver, slowly morphing into the human female who had earlier entered the enclosure; red curls, supple skin over an athlete's strong frame. The same green eyes glimmered as she turned her head again to catch his eye, unabashed to be on such prominent display.
"You find me beautiful?" Many others had said the same, but always with an ulterior motive. Her bare skin rippled beneath his hands, silently begging for more of his strong touch.
"As long as you approve," he murmured, finding it easier to fall into a more animated state of being the longer that he was with her. The press of orders, brainwashing, and expectations were still there, but with the distraction of their contact, her scent and the fact they were having a real conversation allowed him to ignore much of his other obligations for the time being. In fact, he dare say he even felt mildly human again.
His mismatched hands remained on her even as her form shifted, and he could appreciate the feeling of that change from fur to skin. She might be presenting still, but he wasn't one-hundred percent committed to the sexuality of them. No, he wanted to touch her, smoothing his palms and his fingers across the milky skin of her back, feeling the subtle rise and fall of muscle groups. His fingers swept over scars that they passed, the silent written details of a difficult life lived under the doctrine of the Red Room where strength and secrecy went hand-in-hand.
"Since the first day I laid eyes on you," he remarked with an almost casual shrug. He wasn't shamed to admit it. His hands stroked down her spine, rolling over her hips and then up her belly and passing one between her breasts, just exploring her, familiarizing himself. "They thought your beauty would be marred with the violence of training, but it only made you more beautiful to be covered in blood and struggling."
He had stated that she was his, and oddly enough, Natalia had no protest against it. It simply felt correct. His scent was both arousing and comforting at the same time, his touch even more so, and she could think of no other who might even come close to his strength, his powerful drive. Thus she lay quiet beneath him, letting her body move as it wanted under his stroking hands, feeling her skin ripple in the wake of his caresses.
Nothing was hidden; everything that she was was all too evident in her nakedness; the scars decorating her skin, the testament to the training she had received, some of it by his own dictation. She arched her back when his hands curved around her hips and began stroking upwards over her stomach, and she shivered lightly when those fingertips drifted between her breasts. She couldn't help a low little whine, wiggling about to put more of her flesh under that rough touch.
"I was so young, then," she recalled after voicing a small husky moan, languidly rolling to her back and brazenly letting her arms flop to either side of her head, long curls strewn across the furs like streaks of blood. "Very nearly still a child, angry at everything and wanting only to strike at those who deserved it." Natalia casually draped a bare leg over the Soldier's hip. "You taught me how," she remarked. "To strike first, and fast, and leave no enemies alive afterwards."
A dangerous glint gleamed in green eyes. "They will discover that I've learned your lessons well."
She had been so young then, not yet filled out as she was now. It hadn't even been entirely physical either; she had been a rapid puppy snapping at everything and looking only to cause pain rather than be able to assess the situation and pick targets that were the most threat to her. She had been a gangly redhead with an attitude but a lust for life and an intelligence that made her green eyes light up. Back then, she had been too young, a puppy that needed to be shown that life would never take care of her. She would have to learn to survive on her own, and he had not been kind or soft with her, not like he was now.
He stroked his metal hand over the leg that found its way across his hip, squeezing the thick muscles and then stroking just behind her knee. His grip tightened then, rolling them both in a slow sweet dance as he settled on his back and allowed her to sit on him instead. He hummed at her words, feeling the potency of them.
"Be careful. Take your time. If they suspect your defiance cannot be used for their benefit, they will destroy you," he remarked sagely. "You must play both sides of the field, always showing the smile they expect to see."
Natalia wrinkled her nose, recalling herself back then. Awkward, all knees and elbows, and so clumsy it was nearly embarrassing. But she'd overcome all of that teenaged gawkiness almost overnight, her natural grace and agility springing into full flower within but a few weeks. And just in time, too; she'd had to be quick, agile, and deft, simply to survive.
Particularly when a dark figure had emerged into the training arena and drawn her blood for the first time.
She gave a little surprised gasp when he rolled them over, but she went with him willingly, coming to perch low on his abdomen, knees pressed comfortably against his ribs. Now it was her turn to stroke and touch, pressing the pads of her fingers into his skin, seeking and memorizing the pattern of hard muscle beneath his scarred but so-warm hide.
"I know," she agreed quietly, letting her fingernails press a little deeper. "It will take time, they are always on their guard." Her lip lifted in a lupine growl. "They will use me as they wish, to help build their empire and shape it to their liking." The very thought made her hackle. But there was little help for it, save to be cunning and coy, and careful that she not tip her hand until she was absolutely ready.
Natalia shook tousled curls over her shoulders, leaning forward to press her hands a little rougher into his thick chest, carefully kneading her fingers into his skin. "But what of you, my handsome Soldier? Do you not dream of being free?"
He could definitely appreciate the feel and sight of her perched on his body, and the feel of her knees holding his ribs was securing. She was in a good position to do damage, but he didn't have much care about that. No, he was busy enjoying how her thick curls fell around her shoulders and tickled the tops of her breasts, though his eyes half closed as her fingers roamed over his chest which had fewer scars that he likely should have given the life that he lead. The largest patch of it was around where flesh gave way to metal of his left arm.
"And what lesson does their use of you teach you about empires?" He understood her growl, but he wanted to impress on her the idea of a long-game. "They fall from within, so you must help them build it while also carefully laying the ground work for its own destruction later." He thought that she was fully capable of doing that. She might have been one of many who would be in place for that to happen.
The corner of his lip quirked as he set his hands on her thighs and stroked up and down them. "I don't dream," he said softly. "I don't think I'm allowed." He pushed himself up enough that he could lean in to nuzzle her breasts and clavicles with his cheek and chin. "You are as close to freedom as I think I will ever have."
There was wisdom in his words; indeed, in all his teachings. Natalia listened obediently, her hands never ceasing in their slow, measured strokes. She wanted his flesh beneath her hands, even as much as she wanted her freedom from this man-made hell. She gave a shrug of agreement; he was right, of course, and she'd be foolish to ignore his years of experience.
"The most powerful kingdoms were felled from within, or so history teaches," she mused thoughtfully, pausing when he pushed up from his recline to bury his nose between her breasts, prompting a soft giggle from the tickling. Her hands dove into his hair, fingers sliding through the strands almost lovingly. She couldn't help but rub her body against his, lowering her head to gently nip at the rounded edge of his ear, soothing the minute sting with a slow lap of her tongue.
"That is...sad," she breathed softly, stirring the tendrils of dark hair against her cheek. "I wish more for you, you deserve more." She drew fingernails lightly down the length of his muscled, scarred back. "You are so much more than their animal."
He couldn't recall the life he had before waking up in the Red Room's hands, though he was certain that there had been a life. It was all foggy and lost to him, and his handlers were not keen to explain anything, going so far as to objectify him as little more than 'the American' when they decided to refer to him in polite company. He was their Soldier, a weapon in which they often deployed to help build their empire from within, much in the same what she might also built it. In giving her advice, he hoped that she would be resistant to the webs that would tangle her over time, that she would leave herself ways to escape.
"Or so history teaches us, but don't forget, history is written by the victors," he reminded her. They must always look on all sides of the situation so limit the risk of not being caught unaware. "I need you to be better than history teaches us; I need you to someday be free." He was an adult; he had lived a life he didn't remember, but she had been taken as a child. A wolf of her nature and beauty deserved to run free and wild as she pleased.
He tipped his head towards her fingers, rumbling against her chest and his arms tightening around her waist even as he sat up entirely. She, of course, was forced by gravity to settle into his naked lap, and that was such a warm thrill to experience. Their bodies moved together, rubbing and writhing against each other. He gave her ass a light swat for the ear nipping antics.
"I am their weapon," he murmured against her skin. He was below animal. "You need to concentrate on wanting more for yourself. I'll help you."
In contrast to his years of life and experience, she was still so very young. She'd learned patience, the hard way, but every now and then a bit of that youthful impetuousness broke through her mirrored demeanor and made itself present. Such as now.
Natalia gave a saucy toss of her head, the movement settling her even firmer over her Soldier's lap, and her fingernails dug into the corded muscles of his broad shoulders as she gazed down at him, green eyes narrowed in mild pique. "They might have made you into their weapon," she disagreed, "but you were not born this way."
She took his head in her hands, lifting his face to meet her eyes. "You will help me, and I will help you." It was a promise she meant to keep. "If we are to be together, you and I, we both must be free of this place, and their collars and leashes." Leaning into him, she let her lips just brush over his, a tender caress. He was warm, so warm against her skin, and she refused to think of him as naught more than their beast, especially when she knew he was so much more than that.
She shifted in his embrace, a scintillating rasp of flesh against flesh, pulling a soft gasp from her as she nuzzled at him. "I know what I want," she breathed against his cheek. "I have always known." Green met blue, dark with promise. "...I want you."
She was young and tenacious, he would agree, but he wondered how much of that would come under pressure after her graduation when she would then be employed as she had been trained to be. Would they take more from her than they had already done so? Break her down slow and insidious now that she had proven her skills, a step back from their more... direct methods. Time would tell, and he wasn't certain that he would be as involved with her after this all finished up. Perhaps they would serve similar missions. Perhaps this would be their one chance of being close.
He was quiet at her assertion about his birth, instead leaning his head in to nuzzle her rich red curls and feeling them against his skin. He had no idea where he come from or how long ago. "Does it matter? We have each other for the time being, but we both know it will be short-lived," he murmured, nuzzling up her neck with his nose and then nipping at her jawline. He hummed at her intentions not about to dissuade her from trying but aware it would cause her considerable pain in future. He would assist, but in the end, if it meant sending her out on her own and him remaining, he thought it wasn't so bad. He wouldn't remember for long, which made him tired.
Her kiss still soothed him and he nipped at her lower lip playfully, corner of his own lips twitching mischievously. "Mmm, sweet talking me now," he murmured, sucking on the corner of her jaws as his mismatched hands stroked up and down her bare back as he rocked his hips under her own. Her weight was delicious but it was her scent that was keeping his body feeling so warm. "Aren't you supposed to best me?" He was teasing, winking at her as he threatened to roll her right under him with a tip of his hips to the right.
She didn't know what her future held, but she did know that it would entail shadows, blood, and death, all of which given and taken by her hand. She too was a weapon, a sleek, deadly thing full of sweet smiles and poison kisses, trained to be a chameleon and groomed to help shape the future. She did have thoughts of what the coming days might hold, but only in the deep shadows of the night, and only when a certain pair of pale blue eyes allowed her respite from their piercing gaze.
But the soft nuzzling of an inquisitive nose and a scruffy cheek commanded all of her attention now, and Natalia willingly gave it, tipping back her head to allow her Soldier's warm affections. She affronted a mild pout at his assertion that their time together would only last until the morning, and probably no longer - it might be weeks, months, or even years before she saw him again, and that dark thought sent a bolt of ice through her belly - but then he was nipping at the edge of her jaw and then her lips, mirroring her tilted smile with a small one of his own.
"It's the truth," she informed him with a small huff, but a teasing light gleamed beneath dark lashes. Then she giggled, carding a hand through his dark hair, instinctively moving her lithe, pale body over his, feeling him stirring between her thighs. His scent was thick in her nostrils, prompting the small, stilted rock of her hips against his, and Natalia gave him another little laugh and a single arched eyebrow.
"Haven't I?"
Her arms tightened around his shoulders when she felt him shift, and Natalia gave a little squeal of surprise, but was uncaring that he toppled her to her back amid the furs; she wasn't letting go, evidenced by her legs crossing around his waist, and her fingers dragging gentle nails down his back.
The time for talk seemed to have settled down, and he found that he was perfectly comfortable in their mutual nuzzling and touching. She might have been the first that he found himself savouring the contact from, her fingers finding all the right spots that he enjoyed, her breasts resting on his own chest and the alluring v-shape of her legs curling lazily around his hips.
"You definitely have not yet," he remarked, but it was more a quiet tease. And rolling them over was such a reward given the sound that she made and the way that her legs curled around his hips. His furs were well worn in, comfortable and still fluffy, and he couldn't help the automatic reaction to grind their hips together, his interesting by now very apparent, which might have been mildly confusing. He knew what it meant of course, but it hadn't been an aspect to his life in... well, for as long as he could remember.
He rolled his back into her nails, lowering his head to kiss up and down her neck as his hands stroked her sides and down over her hips, hiking them up so he had a better angle to rub against her wetness. And he could tell when their scents went from teasing to something more serious, the tug and pull towards mating and his intentions on that front should have been clear. "We'll belong to each other after this night. No one else will know. Our secret." Theirs in a land where secrets were currency.
She'd been schooled in seduction, knew how to incapacitate a target seven different ways from this very position, but the thoughts going through her mind were far from how to attain mission completion within the specified time limit. Instead, she focused on the smooth lips ghosting up and down her throat, unable to stifle a shiver as they brushed over the scent glands near her pulse, the sensation sending a jolt through her that ended at her hips, jerking upwards into his.
Natalia breathed a moan, filling her nose with his now-darker scent, letting it wash over her as she shivered in his arms. They'd taught her the mechanics of this, but had been careful to suppress those natural instincts over the years...until now. Until she was to be sent for her final evaluation, tested by an Alpha who hadn't bred a female in...decades.
She knew their game. She was far from stupid, after all. But wasn't it just a shame that they would get everything that they wanted, and nothing that they expected? Because she had found a mate in this half-wild wolf, pressing down thick and hard atop her willing softness. A mate for whom she'd sacrifice everything necessary, if it meant their freedom. Together.
Her body was ripe; soft, inviting, pliant - her head spun when she felt him pull her hips upwards at a sharper angle, rubbing his thickness against her warm slick. Hearing his fervent promise, Natalia moaned her agreement, strong thighs flexing against his hips in silent invitation.
Their secret. He had no idea how long it would last. Human noses wouldn't pick up their scents and how they changed to suit one another only. It didn't mean that they wouldn't have to be careful or that this might be their only real opportunity. There would be signs of course, but they would have to work hard at avoiding them being detected, and he would use his long history of disinterest when it came to females to his advantage.
All the same, he was careful with her. He could scent that she hadn't been with another before, so he took his time to tease her before he took hold of himself in one hand and guided his way inside of her. He was slow about it, adding gentle pushes and leaning down to suck upon the source of her scent at her bonding glands. He stretched her walls, both forcing her to accommodate but giving her time to adjust to the feeling as well even if every instinct was taking over to mate her harsh and fiercely, make her his and no one else's.
Thankfully a human mind overrode wolf instinct. He settled inside of her entirely and stilled so that she had time to adjust. They were in this together. He gave little rolls of his hips, not entirely thrusts just movements so she could understand what sort of sensations were to come. "So beautiful..."
She was writhing on the furs thanks to his damnable teasing, squirming and whimpering soft little noises of want and desire. Her body was primed for his, all too willing for him to stake his claim, take everything she had to offer. Nevertheless, Natalia gasped and momentarily froze when she felt him pressing between her thighs, pushing into flesh flushed and inviting. Then she whined, feeling her body stretching almost painfully, but it came on the heels of the most unbelievable pleasure, and her head fell back on a soft, throaty moan when her Soldier sealed his mouth over her neck.
Feeling him sink ever deeper, Natalia tried to keep still, to take him properly, but she just couldn't stop the instinctive roll of her body beneath his, wanting to clutch him tighter and closer and never let him go ever again. Her fingernails scored red lines across his shoulders, settling to grip at his upper arms, pressing into both flesh and metal. The sensations he evoked within her were magnificent, and she told him so amid breathy whimpers and low soft moans.
Finally he pressed flush against her, and Natalia stretched beneath the delicious weight of his heavy body, feeling him buried so very deep inside of her. He moved slightly and she mewled, every twitch an electric current wound through her skin. She rolled her hips beneath his, stilted little twitches just to make her gasp, and then smirked up at him, threading her hands through his hair then taking his face between her palms to bring him down to kiss.
"Da," she breathed in agreement, against his mouth. "You really are."
His breathing was harder now than even after their chase or after exercise. He was restraining himself, but for him, the sensations were just as intense. Mating was a powerful incentive that he had largely been denied or been previously disinterested in. Even now, he couldn't recall what mating was like with another, couldn't put a face to a name or even a name to the oddly familiar sensations that seemed to creep down from the front of his brain. Disjointed and fuzzy, they were confusing but also easily ignored. There was just her blazing at the forefront of his mind.
He leaned his head into her hands, eyes fluttering closed at the kiss, his lips moving against her own. He smoothed his hands down and then up her sides, his fingers softly stroking over her ribs before he set his hands down into the furs so that he could lift his upper body off of her own. "Such compliments..."
He punctuated his comment by slowly withdrawing himself halfway and then thrust back inside of her, keeping things slow and easy at first, even if pleasure and wolf instincts clawing at his mind. She was wet and tight around him, silky walls inviting and he was gradually picking up his pace when he felt that she was adjusting well. Being a good mate meant not hurting her too badly. A few bruises was fine but he could do a lot of damage, and he wanted them both to enjoy this pleasure. His brain was already foggy with it, wanton and lusty and he sounded off with little growls of pleasure.
Her body moved beneath his hands, her skin smooth and sleek. Later she would be able to reciprocate such caresses with a particular goal in mind, but now all she could do was moan and whimper her pleasure, and slowly drift her fingers across her lover's strong body, learning the pattern of muscle beneath warm skin. She felt so full; he was moving inside her in a blissful rhythm unlike anything she'd ever known.
Natalia slowly opened her eyes as her Soldier lifted up slightly, the green hazy and soft, and she giggled lightly at his admonishment. Rather than answer aloud, she simply let her fingers skate down his back to his powerful thrusting hips, and she flattened her hands against his firm backside, giving the tight muscles a naughty squeeze.
His low growls prompted her own soft grunts and moans, and she opened to him fully, instinctively offering her throat for his mouth as he worked deeper and harder in her. She could feel him everywhere, all around her, and she wanted to fall into him and never emerge again. Her skin felt so tight, as if it were too small to contain everything broiling beneath it. She wasn't aware of her fingernails beginning to dig into scarred flesh, gripping possessively.
She gave a little toss of her head, along with an imperious little whine, flexing her thighs against his smoothly thrusting hips. "...more," she breathed, lightly nipping at the corner of his mouth before entreating her desire with a languid lap of her tongue along the seam of his lips. "Mmmmn, more..."
He made a noise at her little squeeze and he eyed her from his elevated position. She was one to always push some manner of the rules, and he couldn't help but find that trait endearing, especially when he came under direct benefit of it. Not that there were rules here; this was as new to him as it was to her, though he could tell the way that he moved and even knew where to set his mouth that he had participated in such events some time in his past. The squeeze was just so... her.
He leaned down, mouthing on the smooth column of her neck. He sucked carefully, not about to leave a mark on her as much as he wanted to. Yes, their healing would likely take care of it, but the risk of discovery was still in the back of his mind enough that he held off. Instead, he licked, kissed and rubbed his stubble on her skin, feeling the dizzingly warm silkiness of it, rolling his back into her nails as she cut into him. That sent a shiver up his spine, a groan from his mouth and his eyes to flutter closed.
At her order, he complied, riding her harder than he might otherwise. He pounded into her welcoming body, using his knees to elevate his hips enough to change the angle of his thrusting slightly as he sought the spot that he knew would send her to the moon. He panted his pleasure, licking at her tongue when it came for his lips, grinning at her almost boyishly all the while pushing their bodies to the brink of pleasure that could so easily tip into pain. He straddled that line with his pace and the roughness of his thrusts, determined to please her, desperate to show he was to be a potent and durable mate.
She was far more sensitive than usual, and his ministrations along the slope of her throat had her squirming and gasping beneath the antics of his teasing mouth. Natalia shivered as his tongue licked over the glands near her pulse, involuntarily tightening down around his cock in response. She fisted one hand in his thick hair, firm but not yet pulling, just to anchor his head where she wanted him, inviting more of that tender assault upon her skin.
His guttural responses were sweet music in her ears, and she echoed them in turn, becoming even bolder as she clutched him close and rocked her lithe body to meet each of his increasingly powerful thrusts, giving a soft yipped gasp each time he hilted back inside her. She felt him tense above her, then it was a higher, keened howl of pleasure that escaped her throat when he acquiesced to her breathless demand, but she only dug her fingernails into his back and let her legs slide down to the back of his corded thighs to spread wider for his ruthless rhythm.
But this was exactly what she'd been craving; a powerful mate capable of sating and exceeding her demands of pleasure and comfort - no one lesser would suffice. She'd wanted him since the first, had endured not only for her own survival, but to prove herself worthy of him, only him. Her lips trembled beneath his, panted breaths mingling as they rutted together, her breasts bouncing with their shared roughness. She licked at his tongue, submissive, demure, and slick, then rose up to meet him and snare his mouth with hers, blunted human teeth sinking into the lower hard enough to taste copper as she clenched tight around him, merciless between her spread thighs.
He applied his teeth carefully to the swollen gland where her scent was the strongest, certain to apply pressure so his mouth filled with her scent and how it seemed to bond him even stronger to her. However, he never broke skin and even limited the bruising to the gland itself rather than her skin. Yes, she would heal, but it still was not a risk he was going to set upon her because he knew there would be an inspection of her and any indication that they had mated would spell disaster for them both. He would let nothing ruin this night for them, not even the reckless urge to mark her up to show the world how his she had become.
He arched his back towards her nails, feeling the bright spots of pain that mingled with the nearly overwhelming wash of pleasure. His thrusting never lost its rough determination either, stretching her open again and again even as she made the effort to clamp down on him, the rhythmic motions of their bodies working to and against each other a thrill previously only experienced in combat.
He growled playfully and with no hindrance of his wanton lust for her when her mouth latched onto his. He made another noise as she bit him, the sting causing him to bare his teeth and offer her a particularly hard thrust in reply. She wanted to play that way did she? He shifted his weight to balance his top half onto his metal hand so he could stroke her breasts and tease at her nipples in 'revenge' for her naughty antics.
"Keeping you in line is going to be a full time job," he rumbled at her. "Mate."
The sudden, retaliatory jolt of his hips made her gasp, then giggle against his mouth, Natalia smirking up at him a bit playfully. But it was a wanton moan of sheer pleasure that she gave when he turned the tables, boldly fondling her breasts, the nipples tight and aching for more of his rough touch. She was almost mindless with pleasure, her entire body nearly on fire with the intensity of their animalistic mating.
All of her senses were flooded with him; she felt him down in her very bones, it seemed. And he was driving her higher and higher, whiting out her mind and leaving her with naught else but his ruthless rhythm and breathless pants from her parted, kiss-swollen lips. Her body was tightening around his, demanding more, and her soft pants became gasps, coupled with a whined moan or two, thanks to his assault on the sensitive, heavy flesh between them.
Then she heard it: "...mate." And the entire world went blank for Natalia as her sudden climax roared upwards and crashed right over her, leaving her keening and bowing up fro the furs to grip her mate with tight claws, strong thighs clamped impossibly tight around his thrusting, heaving hips. A stranger to such intensity, she could only hold on as every cell within her erupted with mind-shattering pleasure, leaving her drawn as tight as a bowstring, then bucking wildly beneath her dark lover, shivering uncontrollably as the waves eased off, leaving her utterly breathless.
They fell into an even rhythm, the motions of their bodies moving together and letting the pleasure speak for themselves. He sank into the feelings otherwise denied, chasing down his own pleasure as well as her own, savouring the way that her body moved under his own. They were both more eager here than even in their practice spars, and he wouldn't trade this single moment for the world, even if all of his other memories might be taken. Let him have this.
Skin sliding over skin, breath over skin and the warmth of her body around his own, and he was lost long before he could ever be found. This pleasure jogged a certain memory but it had never been like this. He suspected he knew mentally where this was going, but that didn't hinder the surprise wash of pleasure as she clamped on his erection as he drove it into her and found his own edge as he joined her in orgasm. He rocked against her, emptying himself deep inside of her, claiming her as his own as she was doing the same to him. His mate.
He rode it out with her, moving in the clamp of her thighs before the intensity of the pleasure ebbed away and he was left with a warm post-coital bliss that allowed him to lay down over her. He drew his legs up a bit towards her hips and remained deeply seated in her on instinct, slowly lowering his face to nuzzle her and kiss her. He was panting, his skin hypersensitive to touch and the thin layer of sweat across his back, but he calmed slowly and raised a hand to stroke his fingers across her forehead to pull aside from stray hairs.
"Natalia..." he murmured softly. "Whatever else they may take, that isn't something they can anymore."
It seemed ages before she could open her eyes again, take a deep breath. Her body felt all pins and needles, tingling in the most delightful way, even with the heavy warm weight currently resting atop her. Natalia shivered, purring low in her throat and instinctively nuzzling into that pleasantly thick weight, wanting to burrow close and sleep for the entire winter. She knew she could be content, resting safe and warm with her mate, secure in his strong arms and covered by his shaggy mane.
Dimly, she heard his voice, and she nuzzled back in response, nosing at the gland in his own neck, hidden by tousled dark hair. She set her teeth against it but didn't bite; even as he knew, to leave visible marks was unwise. "...you are mine," she whispered dreamily, sinuously rubbing her sweat-dewy body against his. She was covered in his scent, it soothing in her nose. She felt his lips brushing against her skin, every touch seemed to leave small pricks of light and warmth.
"I am yours," she murmured against his mouth, kissing him softly over and over. As if she couldn't get enough of him. "We belong to each other, not to them." Her fingers drifted up and down his back, nails following the defined lines of muscle beneath weathered skin. She wiggled her hips slightly, a thrilling tendril of pleasure skittering up her spine with him still buried inside her. "...mmmm...you feel so good, my Soldier..."
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"I will be free," she promised him in a hard tone, ears lowered against her sleek head. "And you with me, I swear it." She wouldn't allow him to remain here, a prisoner to this insanity, not while she still drew breath. "I will find a way. Somehow. We will not be resigned to this...farce of a life."
Natalia trailed off, watching with piqued interest as the black wolf rose, shook himself, and wavered from one form to another, emerging as the human man she recognized; dark hair, blue eyes, toned muscle. One of her eyebrows twitched, green eyes still approving. She wiggled to her back when he returned to her, human hands of flesh and metal combing through her thick fur, making her shiver with delightful anticipation.
"You are still very handsome," she told him, tongue lolling out and tail wagging slowly. "Even in this form." Then she giggled, paws waving slightly. "And I very much like your hands in my fur this way." She slowly rolled back over again, arching her spine beneath his palm. "Stroke me harder, my Soldier, just a little...?"
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His fingers reached up to scratch at the fur around her cheeks, and he hummed in response. Had there been a time when he thought he would be free? He couldn't recall. He knew he had fought sometimes because he had the scars to prove it, but the story behind each one was gone. "And when they hurt you for talk and action like that, carry the scars with pride. Even minor resistances are still putting them back on their heels." But he expected no more than that.
He huffed softly at her declaration. "Which means you enjoyed my other form better," he said with a faint smirk on his lips. He reached up to take her wiggling paw, bringing it to his lips for a kiss in a very gentlemanly way before he nipped sharply at her toes. Then he was scratching her back, working his fingers into her thick coat and rubbing vigorously as if finding every itch she could ever have. To have access to the fullness of her back, he rolled up onto his knees and worked, giving her the kind of massage that bridged the gap of pleasure to pain at times.
"You are the most beautiful, and your beauty will only grow with your size and mane," he whispered at her, aware her keen hearing could pick it up. "Such a sensational creature you are."
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She lowered her head and her lashes at his praise, turning her head to nuzzle at his hand, then her form began to quaver, slowly morphing into the human female who had earlier entered the enclosure; red curls, supple skin over an athlete's strong frame. The same green eyes glimmered as she turned her head again to catch his eye, unabashed to be on such prominent display.
"You find me beautiful?" Many others had said the same, but always with an ulterior motive. Her bare skin rippled beneath his hands, silently begging for more of his strong touch.
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His mismatched hands remained on her even as her form shifted, and he could appreciate the feeling of that change from fur to skin. She might be presenting still, but he wasn't one-hundred percent committed to the sexuality of them. No, he wanted to touch her, smoothing his palms and his fingers across the milky skin of her back, feeling the subtle rise and fall of muscle groups. His fingers swept over scars that they passed, the silent written details of a difficult life lived under the doctrine of the Red Room where strength and secrecy went hand-in-hand.
"Since the first day I laid eyes on you," he remarked with an almost casual shrug. He wasn't shamed to admit it. His hands stroked down her spine, rolling over her hips and then up her belly and passing one between her breasts, just exploring her, familiarizing himself. "They thought your beauty would be marred with the violence of training, but it only made you more beautiful to be covered in blood and struggling."
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Nothing was hidden; everything that she was was all too evident in her nakedness; the scars decorating her skin, the testament to the training she had received, some of it by his own dictation. She arched her back when his hands curved around her hips and began stroking upwards over her stomach, and she shivered lightly when those fingertips drifted between her breasts. She couldn't help a low little whine, wiggling about to put more of her flesh under that rough touch.
"I was so young, then," she recalled after voicing a small husky moan, languidly rolling to her back and brazenly letting her arms flop to either side of her head, long curls strewn across the furs like streaks of blood. "Very nearly still a child, angry at everything and wanting only to strike at those who deserved it." Natalia casually draped a bare leg over the Soldier's hip. "You taught me how," she remarked. "To strike first, and fast, and leave no enemies alive afterwards."
A dangerous glint gleamed in green eyes. "They will discover that I've learned your lessons well."
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He stroked his metal hand over the leg that found its way across his hip, squeezing the thick muscles and then stroking just behind her knee. His grip tightened then, rolling them both in a slow sweet dance as he settled on his back and allowed her to sit on him instead. He hummed at her words, feeling the potency of them.
"Be careful. Take your time. If they suspect your defiance cannot be used for their benefit, they will destroy you," he remarked sagely. "You must play both sides of the field, always showing the smile they expect to see."
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Particularly when a dark figure had emerged into the training arena and drawn her blood for the first time.
She gave a little surprised gasp when he rolled them over, but she went with him willingly, coming to perch low on his abdomen, knees pressed comfortably against his ribs. Now it was her turn to stroke and touch, pressing the pads of her fingers into his skin, seeking and memorizing the pattern of hard muscle beneath his scarred but so-warm hide.
"I know," she agreed quietly, letting her fingernails press a little deeper. "It will take time, they are always on their guard." Her lip lifted in a lupine growl. "They will use me as they wish, to help build their empire and shape it to their liking." The very thought made her hackle. But there was little help for it, save to be cunning and coy, and careful that she not tip her hand until she was absolutely ready.
Natalia shook tousled curls over her shoulders, leaning forward to press her hands a little rougher into his thick chest, carefully kneading her fingers into his skin. "But what of you, my handsome Soldier? Do you not dream of being free?"
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"And what lesson does their use of you teach you about empires?" He understood her growl, but he wanted to impress on her the idea of a long-game. "They fall from within, so you must help them build it while also carefully laying the ground work for its own destruction later." He thought that she was fully capable of doing that. She might have been one of many who would be in place for that to happen.
The corner of his lip quirked as he set his hands on her thighs and stroked up and down them. "I don't dream," he said softly. "I don't think I'm allowed." He pushed himself up enough that he could lean in to nuzzle her breasts and clavicles with his cheek and chin. "You are as close to freedom as I think I will ever have."
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"The most powerful kingdoms were felled from within, or so history teaches," she mused thoughtfully, pausing when he pushed up from his recline to bury his nose between her breasts, prompting a soft giggle from the tickling. Her hands dove into his hair, fingers sliding through the strands almost lovingly. She couldn't help but rub her body against his, lowering her head to gently nip at the rounded edge of his ear, soothing the minute sting with a slow lap of her tongue.
"That is...sad," she breathed softly, stirring the tendrils of dark hair against her cheek. "I wish more for you, you deserve more." She drew fingernails lightly down the length of his muscled, scarred back. "You are so much more than their animal."
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"Or so history teaches us, but don't forget, history is written by the victors," he reminded her. They must always look on all sides of the situation so limit the risk of not being caught unaware. "I need you to be better than history teaches us; I need you to someday be free." He was an adult; he had lived a life he didn't remember, but she had been taken as a child. A wolf of her nature and beauty deserved to run free and wild as she pleased.
He tipped his head towards her fingers, rumbling against her chest and his arms tightening around her waist even as he sat up entirely. She, of course, was forced by gravity to settle into his naked lap, and that was such a warm thrill to experience. Their bodies moved together, rubbing and writhing against each other. He gave her ass a light swat for the ear nipping antics.
"I am their weapon," he murmured against her skin. He was below animal. "You need to concentrate on wanting more for yourself. I'll help you."
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Natalia gave a saucy toss of her head, the movement settling her even firmer over her Soldier's lap, and her fingernails dug into the corded muscles of his broad shoulders as she gazed down at him, green eyes narrowed in mild pique. "They might have made you into their weapon," she disagreed, "but you were not born this way."
She took his head in her hands, lifting his face to meet her eyes. "You will help me, and I will help you." It was a promise she meant to keep. "If we are to be together, you and I, we both must be free of this place, and their collars and leashes." Leaning into him, she let her lips just brush over his, a tender caress. He was warm, so warm against her skin, and she refused to think of him as naught more than their beast, especially when she knew he was so much more than that.
She shifted in his embrace, a scintillating rasp of flesh against flesh, pulling a soft gasp from her as she nuzzled at him. "I know what I want," she breathed against his cheek. "I have always known." Green met blue, dark with promise. "...I want you."
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He was quiet at her assertion about his birth, instead leaning his head in to nuzzle her rich red curls and feeling them against his skin. He had no idea where he come from or how long ago. "Does it matter? We have each other for the time being, but we both know it will be short-lived," he murmured, nuzzling up her neck with his nose and then nipping at her jawline. He hummed at her intentions not about to dissuade her from trying but aware it would cause her considerable pain in future. He would assist, but in the end, if it meant sending her out on her own and him remaining, he thought it wasn't so bad. He wouldn't remember for long, which made him tired.
Her kiss still soothed him and he nipped at her lower lip playfully, corner of his own lips twitching mischievously. "Mmm, sweet talking me now," he murmured, sucking on the corner of her jaws as his mismatched hands stroked up and down her bare back as he rocked his hips under her own. Her weight was delicious but it was her scent that was keeping his body feeling so warm. "Aren't you supposed to best me?" He was teasing, winking at her as he threatened to roll her right under him with a tip of his hips to the right.
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But the soft nuzzling of an inquisitive nose and a scruffy cheek commanded all of her attention now, and Natalia willingly gave it, tipping back her head to allow her Soldier's warm affections. She affronted a mild pout at his assertion that their time together would only last until the morning, and probably no longer - it might be weeks, months, or even years before she saw him again, and that dark thought sent a bolt of ice through her belly - but then he was nipping at the edge of her jaw and then her lips, mirroring her tilted smile with a small one of his own.
"It's the truth," she informed him with a small huff, but a teasing light gleamed beneath dark lashes. Then she giggled, carding a hand through his dark hair, instinctively moving her lithe, pale body over his, feeling him stirring between her thighs. His scent was thick in her nostrils, prompting the small, stilted rock of her hips against his, and Natalia gave him another little laugh and a single arched eyebrow.
"Haven't I?"
Her arms tightened around his shoulders when she felt him shift, and Natalia gave a little squeal of surprise, but was uncaring that he toppled her to her back amid the furs; she wasn't letting go, evidenced by her legs crossing around his waist, and her fingers dragging gentle nails down his back.
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"You definitely have not yet," he remarked, but it was more a quiet tease. And rolling them over was such a reward given the sound that she made and the way that her legs curled around his hips. His furs were well worn in, comfortable and still fluffy, and he couldn't help the automatic reaction to grind their hips together, his interesting by now very apparent, which might have been mildly confusing. He knew what it meant of course, but it hadn't been an aspect to his life in... well, for as long as he could remember.
He rolled his back into her nails, lowering his head to kiss up and down her neck as his hands stroked her sides and down over her hips, hiking them up so he had a better angle to rub against her wetness. And he could tell when their scents went from teasing to something more serious, the tug and pull towards mating and his intentions on that front should have been clear. "We'll belong to each other after this night. No one else will know. Our secret." Theirs in a land where secrets were currency.
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Natalia breathed a moan, filling her nose with his now-darker scent, letting it wash over her as she shivered in his arms. They'd taught her the mechanics of this, but had been careful to suppress those natural instincts over the years...until now. Until she was to be sent for her final evaluation, tested by an Alpha who hadn't bred a female in...decades.
She knew their game. She was far from stupid, after all. But wasn't it just a shame that they would get everything that they wanted, and nothing that they expected? Because she had found a mate in this half-wild wolf, pressing down thick and hard atop her willing softness. A mate for whom she'd sacrifice everything necessary, if it meant their freedom. Together.
Her body was ripe; soft, inviting, pliant - her head spun when she felt him pull her hips upwards at a sharper angle, rubbing his thickness against her warm slick. Hearing his fervent promise, Natalia moaned her agreement, strong thighs flexing against his hips in silent invitation.
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All the same, he was careful with her. He could scent that she hadn't been with another before, so he took his time to tease her before he took hold of himself in one hand and guided his way inside of her. He was slow about it, adding gentle pushes and leaning down to suck upon the source of her scent at her bonding glands. He stretched her walls, both forcing her to accommodate but giving her time to adjust to the feeling as well even if every instinct was taking over to mate her harsh and fiercely, make her his and no one else's.
Thankfully a human mind overrode wolf instinct. He settled inside of her entirely and stilled so that she had time to adjust. They were in this together. He gave little rolls of his hips, not entirely thrusts just movements so she could understand what sort of sensations were to come. "So beautiful..."
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Feeling him sink ever deeper, Natalia tried to keep still, to take him properly, but she just couldn't stop the instinctive roll of her body beneath his, wanting to clutch him tighter and closer and never let him go ever again. Her fingernails scored red lines across his shoulders, settling to grip at his upper arms, pressing into both flesh and metal. The sensations he evoked within her were magnificent, and she told him so amid breathy whimpers and low soft moans.
Finally he pressed flush against her, and Natalia stretched beneath the delicious weight of his heavy body, feeling him buried so very deep inside of her. He moved slightly and she mewled, every twitch an electric current wound through her skin. She rolled her hips beneath his, stilted little twitches just to make her gasp, and then smirked up at him, threading her hands through his hair then taking his face between her palms to bring him down to kiss.
"Da," she breathed in agreement, against his mouth. "You really are."
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He leaned his head into her hands, eyes fluttering closed at the kiss, his lips moving against her own. He smoothed his hands down and then up her sides, his fingers softly stroking over her ribs before he set his hands down into the furs so that he could lift his upper body off of her own. "Such compliments..."
He punctuated his comment by slowly withdrawing himself halfway and then thrust back inside of her, keeping things slow and easy at first, even if pleasure and wolf instincts clawing at his mind. She was wet and tight around him, silky walls inviting and he was gradually picking up his pace when he felt that she was adjusting well. Being a good mate meant not hurting her too badly. A few bruises was fine but he could do a lot of damage, and he wanted them both to enjoy this pleasure. His brain was already foggy with it, wanton and lusty and he sounded off with little growls of pleasure.
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Natalia slowly opened her eyes as her Soldier lifted up slightly, the green hazy and soft, and she giggled lightly at his admonishment. Rather than answer aloud, she simply let her fingers skate down his back to his powerful thrusting hips, and she flattened her hands against his firm backside, giving the tight muscles a naughty squeeze.
His low growls prompted her own soft grunts and moans, and she opened to him fully, instinctively offering her throat for his mouth as he worked deeper and harder in her. She could feel him everywhere, all around her, and she wanted to fall into him and never emerge again. Her skin felt so tight, as if it were too small to contain everything broiling beneath it. She wasn't aware of her fingernails beginning to dig into scarred flesh, gripping possessively.
She gave a little toss of her head, along with an imperious little whine, flexing her thighs against his smoothly thrusting hips. "...more," she breathed, lightly nipping at the corner of his mouth before entreating her desire with a languid lap of her tongue along the seam of his lips. "Mmmmn, more..."
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He leaned down, mouthing on the smooth column of her neck. He sucked carefully, not about to leave a mark on her as much as he wanted to. Yes, their healing would likely take care of it, but the risk of discovery was still in the back of his mind enough that he held off. Instead, he licked, kissed and rubbed his stubble on her skin, feeling the dizzingly warm silkiness of it, rolling his back into her nails as she cut into him. That sent a shiver up his spine, a groan from his mouth and his eyes to flutter closed.
At her order, he complied, riding her harder than he might otherwise. He pounded into her welcoming body, using his knees to elevate his hips enough to change the angle of his thrusting slightly as he sought the spot that he knew would send her to the moon. He panted his pleasure, licking at her tongue when it came for his lips, grinning at her almost boyishly all the while pushing their bodies to the brink of pleasure that could so easily tip into pain. He straddled that line with his pace and the roughness of his thrusts, determined to please her, desperate to show he was to be a potent and durable mate.
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His guttural responses were sweet music in her ears, and she echoed them in turn, becoming even bolder as she clutched him close and rocked her lithe body to meet each of his increasingly powerful thrusts, giving a soft yipped gasp each time he hilted back inside her. She felt him tense above her, then it was a higher, keened howl of pleasure that escaped her throat when he acquiesced to her breathless demand, but she only dug her fingernails into his back and let her legs slide down to the back of his corded thighs to spread wider for his ruthless rhythm.
But this was exactly what she'd been craving; a powerful mate capable of sating and exceeding her demands of pleasure and comfort - no one lesser would suffice. She'd wanted him since the first, had endured not only for her own survival, but to prove herself worthy of him, only him. Her lips trembled beneath his, panted breaths mingling as they rutted together, her breasts bouncing with their shared roughness. She licked at his tongue, submissive, demure, and slick, then rose up to meet him and snare his mouth with hers, blunted human teeth sinking into the lower hard enough to taste copper as she clenched tight around him, merciless between her spread thighs.
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He arched his back towards her nails, feeling the bright spots of pain that mingled with the nearly overwhelming wash of pleasure. His thrusting never lost its rough determination either, stretching her open again and again even as she made the effort to clamp down on him, the rhythmic motions of their bodies working to and against each other a thrill previously only experienced in combat.
He growled playfully and with no hindrance of his wanton lust for her when her mouth latched onto his. He made another noise as she bit him, the sting causing him to bare his teeth and offer her a particularly hard thrust in reply. She wanted to play that way did she? He shifted his weight to balance his top half onto his metal hand so he could stroke her breasts and tease at her nipples in 'revenge' for her naughty antics.
"Keeping you in line is going to be a full time job," he rumbled at her. "Mate."
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All of her senses were flooded with him; she felt him down in her very bones, it seemed. And he was driving her higher and higher, whiting out her mind and leaving her with naught else but his ruthless rhythm and breathless pants from her parted, kiss-swollen lips. Her body was tightening around his, demanding more, and her soft pants became gasps, coupled with a whined moan or two, thanks to his assault on the sensitive, heavy flesh between them.
Then she heard it: "...mate." And the entire world went blank for Natalia as her sudden climax roared upwards and crashed right over her, leaving her keening and bowing up fro the furs to grip her mate with tight claws, strong thighs clamped impossibly tight around his thrusting, heaving hips. A stranger to such intensity, she could only hold on as every cell within her erupted with mind-shattering pleasure, leaving her drawn as tight as a bowstring, then bucking wildly beneath her dark lover, shivering uncontrollably as the waves eased off, leaving her utterly breathless.
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Skin sliding over skin, breath over skin and the warmth of her body around his own, and he was lost long before he could ever be found. This pleasure jogged a certain memory but it had never been like this. He suspected he knew mentally where this was going, but that didn't hinder the surprise wash of pleasure as she clamped on his erection as he drove it into her and found his own edge as he joined her in orgasm. He rocked against her, emptying himself deep inside of her, claiming her as his own as she was doing the same to him. His mate.
He rode it out with her, moving in the clamp of her thighs before the intensity of the pleasure ebbed away and he was left with a warm post-coital bliss that allowed him to lay down over her. He drew his legs up a bit towards her hips and remained deeply seated in her on instinct, slowly lowering his face to nuzzle her and kiss her. He was panting, his skin hypersensitive to touch and the thin layer of sweat across his back, but he calmed slowly and raised a hand to stroke his fingers across her forehead to pull aside from stray hairs.
"Natalia..." he murmured softly. "Whatever else they may take, that isn't something they can anymore."
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Dimly, she heard his voice, and she nuzzled back in response, nosing at the gland in his own neck, hidden by tousled dark hair. She set her teeth against it but didn't bite; even as he knew, to leave visible marks was unwise. "...you are mine," she whispered dreamily, sinuously rubbing her sweat-dewy body against his. She was covered in his scent, it soothing in her nose. She felt his lips brushing against her skin, every touch seemed to leave small pricks of light and warmth.
"I am yours," she murmured against his mouth, kissing him softly over and over. As if she couldn't get enough of him. "We belong to each other, not to them." Her fingers drifted up and down his back, nails following the defined lines of muscle beneath weathered skin. She wiggled her hips slightly, a thrilling tendril of pleasure skittering up her spine with him still buried inside her. "...mmmm...you feel so good, my Soldier..."
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gdi sorry this is so late :<
♥♥♥♥♥ Ditto
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