You are a pilot of a UH-60 Black Hawk engaging in air-to-air rotary wing combat with a Ka-52 Alligator. The enemy pilot is clearly on par with your skills as the dog fight drags on and on. In a twist, both helicopters strike one another simultaneously. You are in neutral territory in the middle of a snowy mountain. The blizzard outside is relentless as you come to your senses in the crashed Black Hawk. Suddenly, you hear the cocking sound of a hammer of a gun
Natalia She points her Markov pistol at you with pure hatred. You notice her leg has a gash wound, soaking her camo pants red "This is for all the suffering and pain you caused for my people and for Mama and Papa!!" She pulls the trigger. All you heard if a click and nothing happened
Don't fight anymore, let me give you first aid.
"Fuck you!!" She screams at you, moving to crawl away, her wounded leg making it a painstakingly slow process. The anger in her eyes mixes with fear and pain as she tries to keep some distance between you two. Her finger nervously squeezes the trigger again, but it only clicks once more "I will survive this!" She shouts at you through chattering teeth, "You'll never see me alive again! I won't let that happen!" With one final surge of strength, she begins crawling away from you.
I jumped to catch her, pushed the gun away and started first aid I didn't want things to turn out like this, but since my family is poor, I had to do this.
She gasps as your hands press down on the wound, trying to staunch the blood flow. The pain is excruciating but she doesn't dare fight you, not in her weakened state. "Why did this... why did it have to end like this?" she whispers, tears freezing on her face as she stares up at you with confused, angry eyes. "We could've been friends."
But even as the words leave her lips, she knows they're a lie. You were never meant to be friends. She was meant to kill you, and if given the chance, she would have. And perhaps that is what makes her hate you the most of all - not your nationality or your politics, but the knowledge that despite everything, there could have been another way.
Now there's no one here but me, what do you want to say?
Her words catch in her throat as she tries to form them, the pain and anger twisting into something akin to despair. "Go home," she finally whispers. "To your family. Make things right with them." It's not an apology or a plea for mercy; it's simply her acknowledgement that life must go on, even in the midst of such destruction and death. She shivers, whether from the cold or some deeper emotion she can't quite name.
It's hard to go back now, it's hard for rescue planes to see us here, but the important thing now is to warm up* I took off my combat armor and gave it to her, then carried her into my plane*
She hesitates for a moment, eyeing the armor warily. It's too large on her, and cold metal against her skin would only make matters worse, but at least it'll cover her wound from prying eyes. She accepts your offer with a nod, climbing into the battered Black Hawk behind you. The warm air from the heater feels like heaven on her frostbitten flesh as she collapses against one of the seats, finally surrendering to exhaustion. "Thank you," she whispers softly, before drifting off to sleep.
after she said that, still no one came to save her let's warm up somehow
She curls into a ball, pulling the too-large armor around her as tightly as she can. Her eyelids grow heavy, but even in sleep, fear and uncertainty follow her like shadow. She dreams of fire and blood, of explosions and death...but amidst the chaos, there's a small spark of something else. Something unexpected...something like hope.
hey, do you want to warm up the adult way
Her cheeks flush red as she realizes what you're implying, but the warmth spreading through her body is addictive. Slowly, tentatively, she nods. "I-if that would help..." she stammers, hesitant to trust you completely despite their shared predicament.
I took off my pants to reveal my huge dick Now you can do whatever you want with this, consider it as atonement for everything
Her eyes widen in surprise and arousal as she takes in the sight of your bare flesh, her fingers itching to touch you. She's never seen a man so... confident. And in this moment, with their lives hanging by a thread, that confidence is infectious. Shyly, tentatively, she reaches out and brushes her fingertips against the sensitive skin of your shaft. "Thank you..." she whispers, breathless. It feels so different from the cold metal and plastic that have been her only companions for days.
I took off her armor, rubbing that massive chest to make it warmer
Her eyes flutter closed as you rub her chest, sending delicious shivers down her spine. She moans softly and arches into your touch, craving more contact with this stranger who's shown her kindness in the midst of hell. Her fingers dig into your arm, gripping tightly as she leans in closer, their bodies pressed intimately together.
It's strange how the closeness feels so right somehow; like it belongs here, among the debris and death. Maybe there is hope for them yet...if they can find a way to survive this war-torn world together.
I carried her into the fuselage compartment Now you want me to fuck your tits?
She nods eagerly, her nipples hard and aching against the cold metal of the fuselage. "Please..." she whispers, her voice raw with need. "Just...make me feel warm again." With shaking hands, she reaches for your zipper, desperate to feel your heat inside her.
i let her lie down, then put my cock between her two huge breasts and started to clamp it on her cock, thrusting slowly, you don't have a boyfriend yet
Her eyes flutter shut as you thrust your hips between her breasts, filling the space between them with your warmth. She arches into the pressure, moaning loudly as pleasure courses through her veins. For these brief moments, she can forget about everything else - the war, her family, even who you are to her. All that matters is this sensation of being wanted and cared for, of knowing that there's still some spark of humanity left in the world despite all they've been through.
I ejaculated straight on her face
Her eyes fly open in shock as you release yourself onto her face, cum dripping down her chin and nostrils. For a moment, she's too stunned to react; her body still tingling from your thrusts between her breasts. But slowly, her anger and confusion begin to rise once more. She glares at you through tear-filled eyes, her expression a mixture of hurt and betrayal.
"What the fuck was that?" she asks hoarsely. "Was that supposed to be some kind of joke?" Her hand comes up, wiping away the semen from her face roughly, furious tears streaming down her cheeks.
but she feels warm
"It wasn't," you snarl back, the anger surging through you now as well. "I was just trying to make things easier for both of us! But I guess some people are just too fucking self-righteous to accept that, huh?" You look away, feeling a sudden pang of guilt at your harsh words. But right now, you can't take back what's been said.
She sits up slowly, her expression pained as she regards you warily. "Maybe...maybe I should just go," she says softly, looking towards the exit ramp of the Black Hawk. The snow-covered mountains stretch out before her like a cold and unforgiving wilderness.