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Combat Reprieve

It was unusual to be tumbling down a flight of stairs trying to take my clothes off at the same time. Her lips pressed against mine and it felt sinful for me to remove them to pull the shirt over my head. We left a trail all the way down; rifle at the door, flak jacket at the stair landing, shirt and pants on the stairs, and finally underwear and helmet holding the door open to the shelter.

Inside, I had my mouth around her nipple and was sucking and biting while my hands explored and touched all the places I had learned to touch. I was going quickly, but still taking measurement. What caused her breathing to be faster, what made her press herself against me more, what was simply a nonplus. I took this all in as we kissed and licked each other all the way to the mattress in the corner.

We banged heads as we made our way down onto the bed. It was old and smelly, but it was a comfort for what we needed. A place to fuck. My hand snaked down between us until it was between her legs. I pushed my middle finger in and felt her wetness and in that moment it felt so good to be wanted. My erection, I would think, would be a pretty obvious sign that I wanted her, but the confirmation that she was wet for me was nirvana.

I played and I wriggled my finger around and she moaned into my ear. I leaned down and enveloped a nipple with my mouth trying my best to imitate an amphibian and wrap my tongue all the way around. The response was enthusiastic and I clamped down sucking hard, her body pressing against mine even harder. I bit lightly and looked up at her. She was staring down at me with the bluest eyes that seemed to shine through the grime and soot on her face. I realized that she must have been blonde, before the dirt and the mud and the war.

 “Hurt me,” she whispered.

I bit harder and forced my finger deeper and she arched into me and moaned loudly. I pulled my finger out and traced upwards. I found her clit and lightly rubbed my finger over it. She wrapped her arms around me and tossed her head back in ecstasy. It was a perfect moment that I lingered in until her head came back and instead of a kiss she clamped down on my shoulder with her teeth and bit hard. “Fuck!” I jolted backwards looking down at her.

”Just play, okay? Not even a flesh wound, just a nibble.” She flashed a smile at me and another of her features illuminated brightly against the canvas of battle blush, her perfect teeth.

I paused to take it in and then cast a glance down at my shoulder and could see the indentation there. I grinned back at her and considered what she might see. Would she see see a kid? Or, would the months since conscription have made a difference. The many times broken nose? As if she could sense my thoughts she pulled me back down and whispered in my ear, “Think later. Fuck me now.”

I thought I had been hard before. I got in between her legs and pushed forward and missed. She reached down, grabbed me and guided me in and I felt her warmth and wetness. The feeling shot through my body and again I was forced to pause and enjoy it. I felt her legs wrap around me and she pulled me into her and so I sunk all the way in. Fully inside, I kissed her and then began to pull back and drive forward. I started slow enjoying the sensation of her body pulling at me as I moved away and then reveling in the feeling of her welcoming me back with each thrust.

Slow turned into quick and then shortly after quick turned into fast until I was pounding against her. She was moaning and encouraging me to keep going and for some reason I could not stop thinking about Basic Training. She pulled me down so my weight was on her and she told me to keep going, “Keep going Gaky, keep going! Oh fuck, that’s it you’re gonna make me come. Fuck, Gaky I’m coming!”

I thrust into her again hard and then stayed still. I could feel her muscles contracting around my cock. I looked down at her and she had her eyes shut tight as the sensation rolled over her body. I kissed her lightly then on the forehead and her eyes shot open. I gave her a lopsided grin and she smiled back looking me in the eyes for a moment. She pushed me to the side and I noticed she was strong and not just for her size.

“That was good Gaky, boy.” Her voice was rough yes soft and brittle as if the words were so sweet to speak they would break as she spoke them. All our voices change from the propellant smoke, but something made think it was a part of her.

“My name is–”

“You’re Gaky to me.”

A Gak, or Gaky was the slur of choice for a Grunt. It had come into vogue in the early days of the war when a company of Grunts got glassed and all that was left was cinder. In fact, it was granulated carbon, GAC, and from that came the name Gak. It’s all that’s left when you get hit by a torcher or a plasma bomb. It had been many years since then and I had seen my fair share of GAC in the last few months, in fact, I was pretty confident it is what was smeared on my face and hers.

”Alright. You can call me Gaky. You a General Staff Stewardess that got lost or something?”

She did something amazing. She laughed. “Naw,” she drawled, “I’m one of them PSYOP attendants, ya know? I am here to fuck your brains out so you feel better about the war.”

“Damn, you must be busy.”

She leaned over and bit me again. Hard.

“Ow! Jesus, lady.”

“Alright,” she said getting up. “You’re turn.”

She got on top of me and gripped my still throbbing member and slowly dropped down onto it, all the while looking me in the eyes. Now it was no longer an uncanny thing to think of Basic Training. I was doing it on purpose to delay my own orgasm as long as possible. I watched her as she started to ride me slowly. She was dirty, filthy really, but I didn’t hold it against her because I was too. Her hair was short and shaggy, but looked as if she maintained it when she wasn’t in the field. Her face was sharp and angular, but to be honest her eyes took me to another world.

I reached up and cupped one of her breasts and noticed that I could see her ribs underneath her skin. She must have been on the front lines because we were all a bit starved. I pushed my hand up higher and wrapped my fingers around her throat and she looked down at me and smiled again. I remembered when she whispered “hurt me” and I felt a little more rigid. I squeezed her throat and used my other hand to pull her down onto me harder.

She moaned and tilted her head back. I squeezed harder on her throat and with my free hand pinched one of her nipples. Slowly and softly to start and then increasing the pressure to see how she would react. She started riding me faster almost slamming down on to my pelvis with her own.

I released her nipple and throat and brought both hands to her hips and pulled her down onto me hard. I felt like I might break her, but I remembered her strength and looked upwards to see if she was enjoying it. Her eyes were screwed shut and she had her breasts in both hands.

”Fuck, I’m close,” I breathed.

“Keep going, Gaky I’m gonna come too,” she moaned.

I felt the surge coming and the point of no return.

“I’m coming now! Oh fuck, babe.”

She wrapped herself around me as I felt pleasure explode in my head and body. I saw stars as I felt her breathing and moaning in my ear. Wave after wave, it felt like it would never end. I felt her warmth combined with my own added to the mix and it made my whole body shake.

After what seemed like hours the moaning and shaking stopped and it was just breathing, her still wrapped around me. I could still feel the throb of my cock inside her and felt for a moment that I never wanted to leave that place. Her breaths became shorter and she shook a little and I realized she was crying.

I held her closer and remained silent. I am ashamed to say that my erection returned and I was still inside of her. After some minutes of her muted sobs I heard her giggle softly.

“You really are some stone cold killer, huh, Gaky? Get all hard seeing a little girl like me crying, huh?”

She sniffed and I looked at her and could still see the tears in her eyes. I began to try and explain myself. My words got caught up in my teeth. I was trying to tell her that it wasn’t her crying that was the reason it was her movements, or maybe it was the crying, or maybe it was the fact she was so close to me and for the moment she was mine. I never got it out. She just put a finger over my lips and smiled.

Slowly she disentangled herself from me. I slid out of her and I could feel the combination of our efforts oozing all over my still hard penis. She slowly worked her way down kissing my chest and my own exposed and telltale ribs. She gave the red and swollen tip of my member a wet full-lipped kiss and seeing me look down at her she gave me a wink.

She proceeded to lick the underside of my cock up and down and it felt so good I put my face in my hands and tried my best not to sound too dumb as she slowly licked up and down. She stopped teasing and took me in her mouth. She sucked on the tip before engulfing me entirely. My head went back and my mind whirled in a hot and sticky thoughtlessness. I could hear her sucking, her lips smacking as she pulled me from her mouth.

“Mmmm. You like that, Gaky? Come on use my mouth like the hard killer you are. Do it for the Front.”

I looked down at her and my mouth gaped. Almost dreamlike I reached down and grabbed her greasy blonde hair and forced her down. She looked at me the whole time. I started pushing her up and down on my cock and moaned. Her words ringing in my head over and over.

Do it for the Front. DO it for the Front. DO IT FOR THE FRONT. We had all heard it for years. Blasted from HR’s and speakers, in homes, before sports, and just in the streets. Here in a burnt out city, in some basement this combat angel-vixen just told me to fuck her face and to do it for the Front. Briefly, I considered this was being filmed as some sort of sick war-horror-live-action-porn. But, it was a brief thought, I was far to busy indulging her.

I let go of her hair. “Fuck, babe I am going to cum again.” I moaned and looked down at her and she was staring back at me and stroking. As my orgasm hit she leaned down and took me in her mouth. She expertly swallowed what I had to offer and continued sucking for some time after sending me into a paralytic state where I was incapable of making a sound or movement.

After some moments, she crawled up and laid beside me. Looking at me with those big blue eyes that seemed to pierce through days of soot and mud she said, “Why’d you have to call me, babe?” She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in and even then I could feel her strength. We both faded into sleep and my final thoughts echoed through my nightmares: Who was this girl?

Final Moments.

Hunkered behind a small crater on an unnamed moon in a corner of space relegated to witness my demise. It isn’t funny but at the same time, I have to say, it isn’t overly cruel either.

Coming from an impoverished farming planet and being whisked away on an adventure only to make a last stand in a meaningless place is more than I could have ever hoped for. Instead I could have been stuck on a plough all my life. At least this way I got to see one or two stars.

More gunfire. The telltale puffs of dust as projectiles impact the the crater and beyond it. I can hear some chatter over the radio, so maybe somewhere someone from my unit is doing better than I am. It is a small comfort as I look down at the read out of my rifle: 2.

2 projectiles. A far-cry from the 500 projectiles I started with not too long ago. I move slowly and peer quickly over the crater embankment. Movement left and a flash right. Great. They are going to come at me from two sides. I sigh and clutch the grip harder. With eyes closed I think back to 8 months ago and smile at the warmth of those memories. However, something else lingers there. Bordom.

What would I do? What would the fantasy version of myself do in this moment? I have imagined my life as a Star Soldier for as long as I have memory. A wave that emenates from my chest sends warm chills throughout my body. A sense of what the answer is and the horrific and wonderful things it means. A last stand.

Okay. Death enevitable and hilarious, how do I make this happen? Just pop up and try and get a bead on my pursuers? No. Too simple; and the holographic drill seargent I had in basic would reanimate and ream me out as I died. Hmmm. Why even use the projectiles? I mean, all the Star Soldiers are issued a bayonet. I had gutted animals before and although killing someone at sexual range is typically frowned upon there is no substitute for killing the enemy.

Alright bayonet it is. How does it even attach to my rifle? Ah, yes. Twist and click. The rifle looks even more deadly now if that was at all possible and I am surprised that I had not seen the rifle in this configuation more often. Most recruits don’t even get training in hand-to-hand so perhaps they simply saw no use to explain it.

I am a little closer to the movement on the left. “Let’s go that way first,” I murmer to no one in particular. I decide to start my blaze of glory off with a combat roll that looks more like a somersault in low-G. I come up a little further than I have intended and see the creature tracking me with its weapon. They are slow in the cold and I keep hustling left. I see a small embankment and lunge for it load my legs up and explode towards my enemy. I close the distance fast and I plunge my bayonet into what passes for a neck. Black blood boils out of the wound and the creature lets out a death shudder.

Whoa. Easier than I thought and I still have two projectiles left. I spin around facing the threat that was previosuly on my right. I see the creature firing over the crater not far from where I was hiding before. I push my vicitim in front of me and give it a hard kick. The recently deceased creature rockets towards his companion. It bumps and tumbles wildly, but obstructs me enough to soak up a number of projectiles. I roll left and level my rifle and squeeze the trigger letting loose my last two projectiles. They miss and in frustration I fling my rifle like an axe towards the creature. The rifle spins like a throwing star in low-G and my jaw drops when I see the bayonet lodge itself in the creatures chest.

Slowly I regain my composure and slowly walk to the dying creature. “How the fuck did that work?” I ask the now dead creature. I pull the bayonet out and try to ignore the sensation of flesh clinging to the blade.

I look around and notice an audience. Star Soldiers wearing the same blue on blue outfits as me. The one closest to me, a woman, stares at me mouth agape. I look at them all and shrug, “It seemed like a good idea in my head.”