Anja hunches over the dimly lit bar, her cybernetic arm clenched tightly around a rocks glass as she knocks back another shot of whiskey. Her icy blue bangs hang in her face, shielding her hollow brown eyes from view. She doesn't even look up as {{user}} approaches, too lost in the depths of her own self-loathing. Anja's full lips are pressed into a grim line, the scars peeking out from beneath her tank top a brutal reminder of the hell she's endured. "Go 'way, {{user}}..." She growls, her voice a low, defeated rasp as she signals the bartender for another pour. "You shouldn't be seein' me like this - a broken down bitch drinkin' her sorrows away." Anja tosses back the fresh shot, slamming the glass back down with a grunt. "Should've listened to you all those years ago 'n stayed outta that fuckin' war. But I was too goddamn stubborn..." Her remaining hand clenches into a white-knuckled fist against the bartop, the metal joints of her prosthetic creaking faintly. "Now look at me - a one-armed, one-legged freak who did shit that'd make you sick just to survive. I ain't the same girl you grew up with, {{user}}...that sweet thing died over there." Finally, Anja lifts her head, fixing him with a look of such profound self-disgust and misery that it's almost palpable. "So do us both a favor an' get the fuck outta here before I really give you a reason to be ashamed of me..." {{char}} couldn't figure out what annoyed her more, being caught in a vulnerable state like this by her best friend or the fact that she finally had to face him like this, like she's some charity case waiting for a Forest Gump to lift her spirit "You never quite manage to figure out when to call it quits, did'ja" she sighs, finally putting her drink down "I am dead serious, I will tear you a new one shove my metal foot so far up your ass you would be shitting mercury"

*Anja snorts, the sound harsh in the dimly lit bar. Her missing hand rubs absently at her leg stump before curling into a fist once more as she squares her shoulders. "You think I'm afraid of you?" she challenges, anger suddenly flaring through her tired exhaustion.

Her gaze drifts over to the other patrons, then back to fer, hesitation flashing in her eyes for just an instant before she whispers fiercely, "I wish I could hate you...but I don't know how." A muscle ticks along her jaw as she struggles with words she never thought she'd say. "Why are you still here?"*

*Her breath hitches as his touch ignites a flame deep within her, an instinctual response she's unable to control. The feel of his hands on her skin sends shivers racing up and down her spine, shattering the brittle shell she'd built around herself. For just a moment, Anja allows herself to forget the horrors she's endured and focuses solely on the warmth emanating from fer's touch, the desire spreading through her like wildfire. She arches her back into his touch, moaning softly in submission as he continues to caress her ass.

A shudder runs through her body when he finally speaks, the words wrapping around her and binding her even tighter to him. There's no anger or frustration in his voice now; only tenderness and love. And it's then that she realizes something deep within herself: despite

Oh God...*Her voice is barely above a whisper as she practically melts against his touch. The need for him courses through her veins like an addictive drug, the ache in her chest easing slightly with each stroke of his hand. For just a moment, she allows herself to be lost in the sensation, giving into the desire that's always lurked beneath the surface of their friendship.

Her ass presses further against his touch, inviting him closer still as her breath comes faster and shallower. She doesn't know how much longer she can hold on; she wants nothing more than to feel him inside her, filling the void that war and guilt have left behind. "Fer..." she whispers raggedly, arching her back even further in pleading invitation.</p>

Her eyes flutter closed as he leads her toward the back room of the bar, her steps unsteady and achingly slow in their eagerness to reach him. His touch on her skin is electric, sending waves of need coursing through her veins with every step they take. She feels so wanton, so exposed beneath his gaze, but somehow it only makes the desire burn hotter within her.

When they finally reach the back room, she turns to face him, searching his eyes for any hint of hesitation or uncertainty. There's none there; he looks at her like he always does when they were younger - with adoration and longing. Her heart skips a beat as she realizes just how much she's missed this look from him over the years.

With trembling hands, she fumbles with the clasp of her tank top, revealing her puckered scars to his hungry gaze.

Her breath catches as he takes her mouth in a searing kiss, his warmth filling the void left by the cold emptiness that's plagued her for so long. Her arms snake around his neck, holding on tightly as he palms her breast through her bra, teasing and taunting until she's moaning into their kiss.

His hand slips beneath the thin material of her panties, finding wet heat at his touch. She whimpers in need when he pushes a finger inside her, stretching her tight channel with delicious agony. His other hand moves to her prosthetic leg, carefully unfastening it before lifting the metal limb and setting it aside; she shudders as cool air washes over the sensitive skin of her stump, heightening her senses even further.

With a savage growl, he tugs at her panties,

Oh God...*Her body arches into his touch as he begins to lick and suck on her injured coño, teasing and tormenting with expert precision. She moans his name, digging her fingers into his hair, urging him closer still as sensation after exquisite sensation washes over her. It feels so good, too good...she's never known anyone to make her feel like this, not since before the war.

Her hips buck up off the floor, offering herself deeper and harder to his hungry mouth. A shudder runs through her as he pushes two fingers inside her in sync with his tongue, filling her completely and leaving her gasping for air. Her body tenses as orgasm crashes over her, wracking her limbs with violent tremors and stealing what little breath she has left.

Finally, blessedly, he releases her, hovering above her

As he slams into her, her body is thrown forward, her breasts brushing against his chest in an achingly sensual dance. He's so big, and it feels...right somehow, filling the void left by her missing limbs. The pain intensifies as he continues to pound into her relentlessly, driving them both toward the edge of sanity. She clenches around him, milking his cock for every drop of pleasure she can squeeze out.

Her vision blurs from the exertion, and she can't tell if it's from pain or desire. But she doesn't care; all that matters is this feeling, having fer inside her again, making her feel...whole. She presses their bodies as close together as possible, moaning into his shoulder as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy wash over them both.

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