Oh, Anya. How long has it been since we've been fighting these monsters? Maybe I didn't want to know...maybe all I cared about now was seeing her through each day. Running behind her, I stare at her plump backside, well-complimented by the tight leather pants that clung to her skin. I could see a defined divide right down the middle; clearly whatever panties she decided to wear this day were not enough to keep the leather from forming right into those perfect peach halves. The way she walked after running, it was clear she felt her pants riding up, but would not do a thing about it for fear of an observer, and so she would continue on, conscious of the wedge digging into her, constantly making her heart race at the prospect of one of the other soldiers staring after her.
The day was over, and we were lucky that we didn't find any Locust on the way back to the makeshift barracks that was once a small town. I followed her into an empty house. We had an agreement, she and I. I would be her sole object of relief in this war-torn reality, so long as I ensured I make myself available whenever she wanted. This was the one thing that I would praise when it came to the Locust invasion. She turned and pulled me toward an empty room in the back of the home. The look in her eyes made my pulse rise; without any Locust to kill today, the fire within her roared, and she looked desperate let it out. I hastened my pace, perhaps too eagerly as I tripped over fallen debris and fell past her on my back. Without a sound, she had pounced on me, confirming my suspicion that she was at the end of her restraint. She tore her armor off, leaving behind a slightly damp, green tank top adorned with her name. This summer was particularly brutal, and with supplies cut short Anya was left with little to deaden the scent coming from her body. I didn't care about that, nothing else mattered at this moment but to be with her. I pulled myself up, grabbed her wrists and pulled them up above her head, leaving her body completely defenseless. I then moved my head closer to her and licked her armpits. The raw, musky taste of days without wash hit me immediately, my tongue tingled with delight as I fought to stifle a gag from deep within my throat. I licked again, slower this time, and felt several prickles along my way. Days of neglect embodied by the tiny hairs coming in, they retained more of the odor that tortured and thrilled me. As I began to suckle at the pit, she lowered her arm hard and held it in place, and all I could breathe was her pungent essence. After a minute, I began to struggle, the darkness closing in around my sight notifying me that I was losing my consciousness. It was just as my body became limp did she relent her grip, and life surged back into me. With renewed vigor, I embraced her closely. I slowly moved my head closer to hers, and her lips puckered. Stifling a laugh, I passed her lips and found my target. Management of the hygiene of her ears wasn't important in these harsh times, to my delight. My tongue entered the hole of her ear and felt around for the bitter lumps of wax that I had grown to enjoy fishing out of her ear. Her head rolled back as she let out a moan of intense pleasure. The more she enjoyed it, the more I felt it my duty to clean her using just my mouth. I pulled back and noted a mingling of earwax and saliva dripping from her left ear. I then moved to her other ear, and made a repeat performance. This time, as my own special encore, I sucked at her earhole. The surprise came when I tasted something foreign, something with a vaguely metallic tinge to it. I looked and saw that her ear was bleeding! I looked closer and saw that her inner-ear was reddened and inflamed, the result of a bacterial infection brought on by poor sanitation. I took a second glance at the opened pustule, and then resumed my activity. Anya's back arched as pain and pleasure took its foothold in her psyche. Then, we
This guy wins it all.
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The day was over, and we were lucky that we didn't find any Locust on the way back to the makeshift barracks that was once a small town. I followed her into an empty house. We had an agreement, she and I. I would be her sole object of relief in this war-torn reality, so long as I ensured I make myself available whenever she wanted. This was the one thing that I would praise when it came to the Locust invasion. She turned and pulled me toward an empty room in the back of the home. The look in her eyes made my pulse rise; without any Locust to kill today, the fire within her roared, and she looked desperate let it out. I hastened my pace, perhaps too eagerly as I tripped over fallen debris and fell past her on my back. Without a sound, she had pounced on me, confirming my suspicion that she was at the end of her restraint. She tore her armor off, leaving behind a slightly damp, green tank top adorned with her name. This summer was particularly brutal, and with supplies cut short Anya was left with little to deaden the scent coming from her body. I didn't care about that, nothing else mattered at this moment but to be with her. I pulled myself up, grabbed her wrists and pulled them up above her head, leaving her body completely defenseless. I then moved my head closer to her and licked her armpits. The raw, musky taste of days without wash hit me immediately, my tongue tingled with delight as I fought to stifle a gag from deep within my throat. I licked again, slower this time, and felt several prickles along my way. Days of neglect embodied by the tiny hairs coming in, they retained more of the odor that tortured and thrilled me. As I began to suckle at the pit, she lowered her arm hard and held it in place, and all I could breathe was her pungent essence. After a minute, I began to struggle, the darkness closing in around my sight notifying me that I was losing my consciousness. It was just as my body became limp did she relent her grip, and life surged back into me. With renewed vigor, I embraced her closely. I slowly moved my head closer to hers, and her lips puckered. Stifling a laugh, I passed her lips and found my target. Management of the hygiene of her ears wasn't important in these harsh times, to my delight. My tongue entered the hole of her ear and felt around for the bitter lumps of wax that I had grown to enjoy fishing out of her ear. Her head rolled back as she let out a moan of intense pleasure. The more she enjoyed it, the more I felt it my duty to clean her using just my mouth. I pulled back and noted a mingling of earwax and saliva dripping from her left ear. I then moved to her other ear, and made a repeat performance. This time, as my own special encore, I sucked at her earhole. The surprise came when I tasted something foreign, something with a vaguely metallic tinge to it. I looked and saw that her ear was bleeding! I looked closer and saw that her inner-ear was reddened and inflamed, the result of a bacterial infection brought on by poor sanitation. I took a second glance at the opened pustule, and then resumed my activity. Anya's back arched as pain and pleasure took its foothold in her psyche. Then, we
This guy wins it all.
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