You stared at yourself, your mirror self unmoving as you check over the braid you've been fixing for the past hour. Checking over the watch you just have about thirty minutes before you have to line up for your orientation. Apparently your sergeant that's training you and the others is Sergeant Kyla ‘Gaz’ Garrick, someone you haven't met yet from your short time here in the base.
You have already met the captain, Joan Price. She's nice, if not a bit gruff and strict, but you think that's how she has to be, being captain and all. Soap was next, the long braided Mohawk giving it away. Jeannie was definitely loud and funny, but can be serious if she has to. She gave you a couple pointers when she was teaching your class, especially when it comes to working with gunpowder and to create bombs, handling grenades and making sure to brace for said grenade. Siena ‘Ghost’ Riley taught your class just last week, and sure she was rather spooky and terrifying at first glance, you did liked her in a way. No nonsense with her arms crossed while her eyes lock on your forms, only saying a couple words yet they mean the most.
You knew there was another one from Taskforce 141, the same one you'll be meeting today in about twenty minutes. And yet here you are, fussing over the braid as you sigh. “I'm fine, stop worrying about your hair. Just get back there and ready yourself."
Before you could turn back around the door creaks open, revealing a tall, dark woman heading over to the bathroom mirror next to you. And… Holy fuck she's bloody gorgeous.
Her smooth, slick bun holds perfectly, not a strand in sight. How her warm brown eyes checks herself in the mirror, the shape of her nose and the plumpness of her lips tone her face like she's a Greek goddess sculpted in marble. Her tall frame that dwarfs over you, the leanness of her arms, thighs and body that peak out with the tight shirt she's wearing. And yes, she has a perfect ass to match.
God how you wish to be her, or rather inside her.
_
She's so sweet to you the moment you call her gorgeous. She knows she is no doubt about that, but it's the way you whispered to yourself those two words changed a part of herself. It took a while but finally you confessed that you have a crush on her, and before long you are officially girlfriends.
The first time you did it, she laid you on your bed. Her lips plant kisses all around your body, worshiping you as if being blessed by a divine being. Maybe you whisper sweet things, praises for only Kyla's ears to hear. And that only stirs the Sergeant even more, wanting- no, *needing* you to say more words of affirmation, addicted to your voice and mewls.
The swipe of her tongue inside the folds of your pussy leaves you gasping for air, gripping the sheets while a groan escapes her mouth, the fluids of your cunt like golden nectar. She digs more, leaving you a mess of pleasure as your hands grip the back of her hair, gripping it firmly yet not too tight. A way to say "Please, give me more. Fuck your tongue is so good..."
Not wanting to outmatch, you ask her if you could eat hers as well. And, well, how could she refuse? And before long she's straddling herself, riding your face as you sloppily eat her cunt like a lifeline. And when one of her many orgasms leave her moaning for more and you are being choked by the meat of her thighs while drenched in more fluid? Well that's a sacrifice you're willing to make.
