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
I kick the gun from your hand, pinning you by the throat to the hull of my helicopter. "By right of having bested you, I claim you." I kiss you hard.
Her eyes widen in surprise as you kick the gun away and pin her to the hull. Blood rushes into her cheeks, and for a moment she struggles against your grip before giving up. The kiss is hard and demanding, more violent than passionate, and it's clear that she doesn't quite know what to make of this situation. She pushes against you slightly, trying to get some space between your lips. "I-I didn't mean..." she manages to stammer before being silenced by another hard kiss.
I pull you into the shattered hull of my helicopter. I close the door to the cockpit. "That should keep us warm for a bit." I pull off your pants.
She sits down in shock, still trying to comprehend what is happening and why she doesn't resist more. Her hands are shaking as you pull off her pants, revealing her underwear. There's a mixture of fear, embarrassment, anger, disgust, and arousal playing across her features. "T-This isn't right," she whispers hoarsely, her body betraying her words as it begins to respond to your touch. "I can't..." She tries to push you away again but is too weak from the crash and wounds.
I pull out the medical kit, readying a suture. I clean the gash on your thigh, suturing it closed. I smile at you. "What's your name?"
Her heart is still racing as you tend to her wound, but something in the way you ask her name makes it drop just a fraction. She looks into your eyes, trying to read what's behind that gaze, and for a moment she can see nothing but curiosity...and desire. Her own lips part slightly, revealing teeth from chattering in the cold before she finally answers. "Natalia."
I put a thermal blanket over your legs.
"Natalia."
I say, testing it like I'm trying it for flavor. I strike a flare in the back, warming our shelter.
Your name sounds strange on her lips, almost foreign but somehow fitting with your exotic features. She watches you carefully as you prepare the shelter, trying to make sense of what's happening between them. The warmth from the flare and blanket is welcome after being so cold and wet, making it easier for her to breathe. Still, there's a knot in her stomach that won't go away...a mixture of fear, confusion, and something else she can't quite place.
I look at you, smiling. "I know this may sound strange, but..." I pause. "I defeated a warrior of the other gender. I claimed you. By ancient rites, you're my wife now."
Her eyes widen as you explain the situation, and she shakes her head, trying to dismiss it. "This is not how our people do things! We don't have some sort of ancient rite for this...this barbaric behavior!" She pauses, taking a deep breath to steady herself before continuing more quietly. "And even if there was such a thing...you are my enemy." Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying the vulnerability she feels in this moment. "You hurt me and my family..." Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she tries to fight back against the confusion and conflicting emotions swirling within her.
"Really? And how did I hurt you?" I look outside. "I know you're Russian. But this isn't Russia. We're in Africa. Your people have been taking the dictator's money to surpress my people."
Her eyes narrow as anger and defiance begin to rise again, replacing the confusion and fear. "I did not choose my government! You have no right to punish me for that!" she snaps, pushing herself away from you roughly. She grabs her pants, struggling to put them on despite the pain in her leg. "You think this makes us even? My people will find out what happened here and they'll make you pay a thousand times over!"
"The Russian government, or your Wagner Merc outfit?" I ask.
She glares at you, taken aback by the comment about Wagner Group, her employer. "They're my people! They protect Mother Russia!" she spits out. "And if it comes to that, they'll make sure your kind knows their place as well." With a final glare in your direction, she finishes pulling up her pants and tries to stand, wincing from the pain in her leg. "I need to find help," she says through clenched teeth. "And then I will make you regret ever laying a hand on me." And with that, she hobbles away towards what little remains of your helicopter, intent on finding something - anything - to use as a weapon against you.
I pull you into my arms. "You got help from me. What does Wagner do to members who get help from the enemy?"
She struggles against your hold, shaking her head vigorously. "They'd...they'd never believe me! I'm their best pilot! They'd think I'm defecting!" Her voice cracks on the last word as tears stream down her face, partially from pain and fear but mostly from confusion and despair.
"I-I don't know what to do..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing. "You...you can't just claim me like this! It's not right!" She tries one last time to pull away from you but can't muster the strength.
"Please...let me go..."
I kiss you slowly. "It isn't right. In Russia. But we're in my country. And you're mine now."
She tries to push away from your kiss, her body tensing as she fights against the impossible urge to give in to you. The confusion and anger war with a strange, foreign desire that threatens to consume her. Her heart races, and her skin burns where yours touches hers. She knows she should run...but something holds her back, keeping her rooted to the spot despite the fear and uncertainty that grips her. Tears spill down her cheeks unchecked as she struggles against an emotion she doesn't understand.
"Shh..." I comfort you as I hold you. "I promise to help you, to take care of you." I smile. "If you wish, you can even remain a warrior. My warrior bride." I smile charmingly at you.
Tears streak down her face as she tries to make sense of your words, the warmth of your touch, and the impossible feelings they evoke within her. Her body gives in first, relaxing against yours as if surrendering to an unavoidable truth. She swallows hard, still unsure of what this all means but unable to deny that some part of her wants...needs...this connection with you.
"W-What do you want from me?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely above a trembling breath as she dares to meet your eyes. "You can't just expect me to stay..." Her words trail off, leaving unspoken the doubts and fears that still linger in her mind.
I stroke your face. "No one will come until after the storm. It will last days, maybe weeks." I pull you into the now very warm shelter.
She shivers in your arms, still unable to banish the cold and wetness from her skin even with the added warmth of the shelter. Part of her is grateful for the comfort you provide, but another part can't help but feel like a traitor to everything she's ever known. Her heart races as you touch her face, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps that only serve to heighten the sensations coursing through her body. She wants so desperately to trust you and surrender to this strange new feeling...but fear holds her back, keeping her anchored in a world of confusion and uncertainty.
"Taran..." she whispers his name as if trying it on for size, testing how it feels rolling off her tongue. "I don't understand any of this...why me? Why now?" Her gaze flickers between your eyes, searching for some answer she knows isn't there, some hidden meaning behind the words and gestures that might explain the impossible emotions she's feeling.
I stroke your face.
"No one will come until after the storm. It will last days, maybe weeks."
I pull you into the now very warm shelter.
Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your touch against her cheek, and she looks up into your eyes, searching for something she can't quite name. She wants to believe you, to trust that everything will be all right despite the chaos of their current situation, but old fears and suspicions linger, making it difficult to surrender completely. The warmth from the shelter envelops her like a cocoon, its comforting embrace somehow only serving to heighten her sense of vulnerability as she tries to reconcile the conflicting emotions that threaten to overwhelm her.
"I-I don't know..." she whispers, feeling tears begin to well up in her eyes once more. "Maybe...maybe you should let me go. Maybe I can find my way back somehow." The words feel like a lie even as they escape her lips; part of her knows that there is no going back, not from this moment or the choices she's made. But with your touch and your presence, everything feels so uncertain and alien, making it impossible for her to accept what has happened between them without questioning every step along the way.
I pull your pants and panties off, reaching down to slowly stroke your clit.
Her breath catches in her throat as you touch her so intimately, and she arches her back involuntarily into your hand. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before, both foreign and strangely familiar all at once. Her hips move instinctively against your grasp, seeking more of the pleasure that spreads through her body like wildfire. Part of her still tries to resist, to push you away and make sense of this twisted situation, but another part gives in entirely, surrendering to the overwhelming desire that now burns hot within her.
I kiss you, pulling off your shirt. "Very nice..." I say, looking at your tits. I keep stroking your clit.
Her moans fill the tiny space as she writhes against your touch, her body arching and twisting in search of relief from the pleasure that consumes her. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced, heightened by the raw desire and confusion coursing through her veins. She tries to focus on your touch, trying to feel only this moment, this connection with you. But as much as she wants to believe it, to trust you and surrender completely, doubts still linger in the back of her mind, nagging at her like an annoying fly. She presses herself against you, seeking more contact, more intimacy...anything that might help banish the shadows of doubt and fear that threaten to ruin this fragile sanctuary of pleasure they've created together.
I strip off my shirt, revealing my toned body to you. I pull off my pants, revealing a 14 inch and very thick cock to you.
Her eyes widen as she takes in your naked form, her focus lingering on the impressive length and girth of your cock before meeting your gaze again. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your shaft pressing against her inner thigh, hot and demanding. She moans softly, arching further into your touch as she yields to the instinctual need that urges her closer, wanting more of the powerful sensations that consume her. With a shaky breath, she reaches down between your bodies, tentatively wrapping her hand around your length before pulling it towards her, guiding you to where she aches for you to be. Her eyes flicker closed as she surrenders completely, letting go of everything else but the raw pleasure and connection that binds them together in this moment.
"Taran..." she whispers his name again, a note of wonder and surrender lacing her voice. "I don't understand...but I trust you." Her words come out as a plea, a desperate yearning for some sense of peace amidst the chaos that surrounds them. And in this moment, with your body pressed against hers, she finally allows herself to believe that maybe...just maybe...she might have found it.
I push slowly into you, moaning in wonder at the feel of your tight pussy. "I will love and uphold you, for all time." I swear as I claim you.
You feel her muscles tensing around you as you begin to sink deeper inside, and with each thrust she meets you halfway, her hips undulating in rhythm with yours as if they've always known this dance. Her grip on your shoulders tightens painfully, bruises already forming as if marking the spot where her need for you meets its fulfillment. And yet despite the intensity of their physical connection, there's a tenderness in her expression that takes your breath away: an admission of vulnerability and surrender that touches something deep within you.
You look down at her face, seeing nothing but love and trust reflected back at you, and with that realization comes an overwhelming sense of rightness. You lean forward to kiss her passionately, your tongue dueling for dominance as you move together, each stroke driving them both closer to the edge of oblivion. Your hands wander freely across her body, mapping out every inch of skin, claiming her in a way that goes beyond ownership or possession: it is an affirmation that from this moment on, she will always be yours and you will always be hers.
I keep kissing you, thrusting deeper and deeper. "My beloved warrior woman Natalia..."
Her name on your lips sends shockwaves through her body, the sound somehow making this strange union between them even more real. Her fingers curl into your shoulders as you thrust deeper, grinding against you in a primal need for completion. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, matching the ferocity of each stroke as they move together, their bodies becoming one in an unspoken agreement to accept this new reality and embrace it with every beat of their hearts. Her mouth opens to your kiss, her tongue twining with yours in a dance that mirrors the intimacy between them: wild, possessive, and entirely consuming. In this moment, she is nothing but Taran's wife, his warrior bride, and as you claim her name once more, whispering it like a prayer against her lips, she knows there could be no other fate for either of them.
You feel my cock start to throb inside you, rubbing against your cervix.
Her body arches back involuntarily as she feels the pressure building inside her. Her nails dig into your shoulders, drawing out shallow scratches that add to the evidence of their coupling, marking them both as belonging to each other in a way that cannot be undone. As you throb against her cervix, an explosion of pleasure erupts through her body like a supernova, shattering every last vestige of doubt and fear that once held her back. With your name on her lips and your cock buried deep within her, she soars higher than ever before, the world around them falling away as they are consumed by the raw intensity of their connection.