. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. Messages from the Stars . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. NSFW 18+
(NSFW Hans-Joachim Marseille x Fem! Reader)
⊹ Gun, blood mentioned, fighting, praise, no protection, creampie, marseille gaslighting the reader, smut
⊹ Summary: You were in the desert, enduring the extreme heat with no water left after an unsuccessful battle. After hours of walking you collapsed to the dry dirt, thinking it was finally your time until you woke up in a tent. Finding out it was the enemy who has saved you. Wanting to thank him for saving you, you offer him anything he wants. Unaware of how it will end for you.
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Blood running down your face and nose. The landing wasn’t very soft, and you could tell from how wrecked your plane was and how injured you were. You weren’t exactly sure how you even lost that dog fight, all you knew was that you were alone in the desert.
Deciding to try and find your unit you began walking towards what you guess was the right direction. In a matter of minutes of walking you would’ve thought you were on fire, with the scorching heat giving you no mercy. Your sweat was making you uncomfortable, sliding down through every part of your body and making it cling into your clothes.
Having no water left and knowing that the chances of being rescued in the desert were slim. At this point you weren’t sure whether or not you were going into the enemy's line, you weren't even sure where you were at. All you knew was death was waiting for you over the horizon.
You couldn’t bear it any longer. It must’ve been hours now from the constant walking. Lips already dry and chapped, feeling lightheaded, alongside your throat desperate for some water. Even daring to lift your head up made things worse.
“Bloody hell…How long do I need to endure this heat?”
Panting from exhaustion and the warm atmosphere hitting your dry blooded face. You just hoped to at least find a village, it didn’t matter which one you just wanted to get help from somebody.
“The heat will surely kill me before the Germans do.”
Whispering to yourself, feeling death loom over you. It was suffocating, felt endless, and it was driving you insane. You would think there was a pile of water to your right, just to get closer and find out it was an illusion from the heat.
You heard stories from other men in different units of how they started hallucinating while standard in the desert, almost dying of dehydration, and some even saying how they experienced sand storms.
How the desert is the only real enemy apart from Germany and Italy.
You didn’t believe their stories. It sounded ridiculous and you only assumed they were being dramatic, or rather crazy. Thinking it was the war taking a troll on them and affecting the way they thought and saw things.
It truly never crossed your mind whether or not you would ever crash into the middle of the desert, all alone and with no clear direction to which path to take. In this place It was a gamble, really. Take the left direction, might end up in enemy lines, take the right direction, might just be an endless walk and eventually die from the endless heat or lack of water.
You wondered what they did to female prisoners of war. They did get shot? Sent to a POW as well? Or left to die in the middle of nowhere? You were kinda aware that there were women serving in the Soviet army, but you weren’t sure what happened to them when captured.
But that was taking place in the East, whereas you were in North Africa. You were sure you were the only woman allowed in combat in this place. It was a surprise when they allowed you to join the RAF, after being caught being a female and thrown into jail for 5 months.
It was a scandal when the public found out. A young woman, dressing herself as a man to be in combat? How insane, irrational, and foolish of you to do such an act. Many had mixed emotions and opinions towards you being in combat, to a woman joining a battlefield.
After so many court hearings and reports from government officials and the military, they ultimately authorized you to be the first female pilot in combat. There was some protest against you joining, but you didn’t care how they thought of you. You just wanted to prove yourself that you were useful to others.
You were a bit displeased with the fact you were to be sent to fight in North Africa, but your position didn’t allow you to be picky.
In all honesty, the RAF were generous enough to give you a nice hurricane hawker instead of a used one. The only thing you were grateful for. But now it’s destroyed. Left somewhere for it to be discarded.
“If it wasn’t for that pilot, I wouldn’t have ended up in this situation at all.”
The memories of that one pilot slowly started to appear in your head. Although anger was flaring up, you just couldn’t help but think of how he flew his plane and was able to take you down so easily.
Those deflection shootings, and his tactics were one I haven’t seen before. Unique it was, but annoyingly astounding.
“The way he performed aerobatics- it was like seeing a ballerina. So gracefully and yet so-”
Your head suddenly felt so woozy it made you completely stop talking. Lifting your hand towards your head to try and keep yourself steady. The heat was getting to you, and didn’t know how long you would be able to endure this.
Taking another step forward made the world look like it was spinning. Your breath started getting more frantic by the second. Your legs even began to shake from how tired your body was.
Closing your eyes for only a few seconds and abruptly hearing a loud thud. Opening them up to realize you have collapsed onto the floor. Wanting to keep moving forward you put all the strength you had left to try and lift yourself up, but it was no use. You ended up tumbling for a bit and dropping back down.
“I…I can’t stand up any longer!”
Grunting out loud, doing everything to at least crawl. To make your body move. But the only thing it did was dirty your clothes more than they already were. You let out a tired breath, wishing it would randomly rain.
Feeling slightly uncomfortable from how you were positioned you rolled on your back as the light started hitting your face. Making your eyebrows furrowed from the sun's bright illumination.
“My legs feel too sore and it hurts every time I try making my body stand up.”
Allowing yourself to go completely limp, putting your head back to the ground to look at the sky. It didn’t help with anything but bring you comfort as it was the only delicate color that you could stare at.
“This is helpless. After what I went through and experienced in my life- there's absolutely no way I’m gonna die like this! Not only will my efforts go to waste but bring shame to my death!”
Biting your lip to the point it started drawing blood. You couldn’t even feel the pain, you felt numb. Yelling and crying out wouldn’t be heard for miles away, and it will only tire your body more.
Squeezing your eyes shut, as tears started to flow down on both sides of your face. You were incapable of telling whether you were crying from frustration or regret. All you knew was you started to uncontrollably sob.
You opened your eyes once more to admire the only thing you could see. The sky. It made you feel small and somewhat uneasy. It wasn’t helping so you decided to look to your right, perhaps hoping to see a truck coming, a jeep, a camel, a person. It didn't matter. Just someone to come and rescue you.
And all there was was endless dirt and sand. Trying to look further away was impossible, as the heat made it look hazy and odd looking. You started to feel disappointed that the pilot didn’t shoot at you instead of your plane, which would've saved all the despair and hopelessness that you’re currently dealing with.
Your eyes started to feel heavy, no longer capable of keeping them properly open. Opening your mouth to let out a loud cry only to be met with silence. Not even a noise could come out, only your breath getting slower and more calmer.
“I was never fond of the desert…”
Lightly mumbling to yourself as your eyelids began lowering, covering the view from your eyes. This dreadful feeling was fading, and so was your fury.
“I would do anything to get a message from someone that rescue is coming. And not let me die alone. Even if it was a star sending me it.”
Darkness started to swarm around you, knowing that this was gonna end. With one last soft, and shaky breath you allowed yourself to let go. Your thoughts and soul fading, leaving nothing behind.
…
There was movement surrounding you. Not understanding what was going on as you still couldn’t fully open your eyes. Although you could feel the presence of someone hovering over you.
You so badly wished to speak, but your mouth wouldn’t open on command. Curiosity was nailing through your mind, wanting to know who it could possibly be. Your own ally? A person passing by? Or the enemy?
Suddenly you could feel the texture of someone's skin touching you. It was their hand. They began to inspect your face. Possibly interested to know why someone like you was in the middle of the desert, all beat up.
Incapable of moving or speaking, you could hear their voice. It sounded like a young man’s voice, a bit of roughness in it but mostly gentle. You couldn’t make out what he was saying, whether it was English or another language you did not know. Your mind was foggy at the moment and your thoughts were jumping everywhere.
You tried to move but the tiredness was too much, but overall you were relieved someone found you. You didn’t know what you were exactly gonna do if it was the enemy, but what mattered the most now was you were saved. With relief washing you, you went out of consciousness once more.
Feeling a bump every few seconds as your fingers softly touch the leather that you were on top of. There was motion in whatever object you were in. With no doubt you were inside a vehicle, or rather a jeep? Slightly unsure, but confident it was a jeep, as it was commonly used around here.
You were capable of moving your body more than before, glad that your body was starting to function. Squeezing your eyes tightly as you slowly opened them. Only allowed to squint as you started to slowly process your surroundings
There was no one inside the jeep except a man in the driver's seat. It must’ve been that man who has saved your life! You couldn’t quite see his face, as his back was turned against you.
All you could see was the back of his dark blond and slim body. Didn’t expect someone scrawny looking like him to be the one who saved you, but who were you to complain? He was helping you.
The moment you were about to open your mouth to cry your eyes out and thank him, you heard his voice and this time you were able to comprehend what he was saying.
“Ich hätte nie gedacht, dass sie die Pilotin war, die ich geschossen habe! Bei ihrer Schönheit wirkt es fast so, als hätte ich einen Engel vom Himmel geholt.”
He was German. The words were stuck in your throat. You didn’t actually expect to be saved from the enemy! Nor even planned out what to do if so. You began to slightly move to get more comfortable, instead your foot accidentally made an object fall to the ground causing a loud noise.
With a quick reaction you closed your eyes acting as if you were still asleep. He stopped for a few seconds, looking back at you to see what happened, only to find you still unconscious.
Shrugging it off he went back to the steering wheel, deciding not to think too much about it since most people move or flinch while they’re asleep. As he turned his focus back to driving, your heart beating felt so loud, and your mind was swirling with thoughts of being sent off a camp- or worse, shot!
You tried organizing yourself, trying to take some consideration on what to do in this situation since you didn’t have any weapons to defend you. Wondering if he also had a gun or not you titled your head a bit up, and from the corner of his hip he seemed to have a luger.
To your misfortune. There were no other objects to use against him, and you started to feel like you were running out of time before he arrived back to his base.
Deciding to just accept your situation an idea went on in your head. Knock him out, take his luger and his car! You can drop him off in a village as a way to still show your gratitude. It was an awfully cruel act, but what other choice did you have?
Though if being realistic it was a dangerous idea so the chances of being able to succeed were low. Either end up with a bullet behind your head or live for another day back in your unit.
Biting your tongue, terrified if it goes wrong. But it was better to risk it than to not know how it would’ve gone if you didn’t do it. You glanced both ways at the windows, trying to see whether he was already nearby his unit.
As some minutes passed by you didn’t see any tents nor any other person closeby. There were only you and him. Every minute mattered, and so you needed to react before anything got in your way.
Once again you glanced over at his luger, hearing your heart pound so loud in your ears you wondered if he could hear it too. Slowly and as calmly as you could, you stretched your hand towards his luger.
Your hands started to shake uncontrollably, it was making it more difficult to grab it without him noticing. Sweat forming all over you, and this time from fear instead of the heat.
As quickly as you could you grabbed the luger from him, the feeling in your hand was heavy, metallic and cold. The moment you snatched it from him he turned around towards you, startled by your unexpected action.
He stopped his jeep, turning towards you and trying to get a hold of your hands. You backed away, attempting to knock him out with his own luger without getting caught by him.
He reached out towards your right hand that had his luger, while you were about to dodge him he grabbed your left hand, pulling you to the front seat as your face slammed the metal of it.
“Beruhige dich!”
He yelled out, doing everything he could to avoid being shot but to also stop you from getting him killed by your ridiculous attempts.
Groaning in pain as you realized you were bleeding from your nose. Not having enough time to react you quickly lifted yourself up as you turned to him. When getting to shoot him, you were taken back from such strong force, grabbing your right wrist as he compressed it, twisting it so tightly you wondered if he was trying to break your arm.
“Ah- Bloody hell! You’re twisting my arm too harshly!”
In a state of panic you pulled the trigger, causing a loud bang to echo. Your ears ringing from the gunshot. You looked up to see you had completely missed him. Shot at the ceiling instead of his chest.
Looking down at him again he slammed you to the seat causing you to drop his luger. Appalled at the fact that his stick looking figure was able to somehow overpower you. He lifted his leg up, attempting to shove it behind your back.
As you were on the floor you turned at him and kicked him in his face. Causing him to stumble back and fall to the front seat. You looked over at him for a few seconds, noticing as he now had a busted lip and a bloody nose.
Thinking he was unconscious for a little while until he began to lift himself up, his hand covering his face from where he was hit.
“Argh! Oh Gott, meine Nase! Meine Nase!”
You began to try and search for his luger before he grabbed it first. Your eyes scanning everywhere, unable to find it only to realize he now has it in his hand. You didn’t even notice him grabbing it, possibly getting a hold of it the moment I dropped it.
Your plan was a failure. Nothing went how you thought it would go. You weren’t able to knock him out with his luger and escape. And the fact he was strong despite his light figure.
His appearance was like a trap, thinking you would easily win only to be easily taken down in seconds. With so many disadvantages and not enough opportunity to succeed in your plan.
Your only thought was to escape.
Grabbing the door handler as you ran out. Stumbling a bit when exiting but able to pull yourself up in order to keep going. Hot wind hitting your face, wanting nothing but to get away as far as possible.
You turned your head to him, as you saw him get out of his jeep. Tripping from a few steps as he composed himself, now holding high his luger, aiming it towards you.
Before you could even try avoiding his shot, you heard a loud bang.
You felt yourself falling to the floor, landing with such force it almost knocked out the air of you. Laying on the dirt with your eyes closed, terrified to even look over your body. He for sure didn’t shoot you in the head, you were still aware.
Perhaps in your back is where he aimed. Maybe it was the andrelina that was making you not feel it. You didn’t know, but you were for sure terrified. You began touching your chest, hip, arm, none of those parts were shot.
He missed!
Smiling at yourself as now you knew you could get away from him. The first plan didn’t exactly work out, but your second one seemed to have finally gone the way you wanted it to be.
You lifted your upper body up with your hands, ready to flee. Standing up with your left leg, and as you were about to take another step with your right you suddenly fell to your back onto the floor again.
“Damnit!”
A sharp, unbearable pain shot through you. You wondered what was causing you so much pain, as you lifted your head up to look at your leg to only discover that you’ve been shot in your right leg.
“Argh…Aahhh!!”
You cried out from the pain, pushing your head backwards as tears fell from your face. There was blood spouting out, your hands shaking as they reached to your wounded leg, holding to it as you kept groaning in agony.
“Fuck! Fuck! My leg!”
Trying to stop the bleeding but had nothing around you to stop it. You couldn’t really see him since your eyes were blurry, filled with tears. But could hear him sprinting towards you
A thought ran through your mind, is he finally gonna finish you off? Shoot you in the head as he meant to do so? After thinking you have escaped, only to end up shot in the leg and soon with a bullet through your skull.
The pace of your breathing quickened. You felt dizzy, vision suddenly blurring and darkening. You just couldn’t believe it was now actually happening. Laying your head to the ground.
“Alles in Ordnung. Du wrist schon zurechtkommen…”
His voice felt like he was distance away from you. You didn’t know what he was saying but it was calming and soothing. Though echoing through your ears.
The only thing seeing before closing your eyes were his shoes beside you. Seemed like he wasn’t going to do anything, at least for the moment. Probably thinking you’re already dying.
Slowly glancing up to him, you couldn’t see his face due to the bright light covering his face, but it him look like an angel. So beautiful and unable to look away.
As he got closer to you, your eyes began to close by itself. Hearing only the loud wind hitting all around you.
…
There were muffled voices around you. Whatever you were on top of, it was comfortable and squishy. Your hand tugged at the soft blanket that was on top of you.
Were you in a hospital? Perhaps the townspeople people found you and took you in? Slowly you began to touch your face, a bandage was put around your forehead.
As you were thinking of what was happening a sharp pain hit you. Whining in pain as your hands roamed to where the pain was coming from. As your hand touched it, you realized it had been bandaged up.
This surely must be a hospital-
“Weißt du, Fifi, ich habe das schönste Mädchen der Wüste ergattert. Als wäre sie direkt vom Himmel herabgefallen!”
Or not.
Whoever he was talking to the man snickered at him.
“Ich bin überrascht – wo findest du solche Mädchen? Oder hast du einfach nur Glück?”
You looked around you, you noticed you were inside a tent. As you took a peek from outside you saw pilots of the luftwaffe walking around. After a minute or two, it all came running to you.
You were shot in the leg by that man, and later passed out. And now, you were inside whosever tent this was, but assuming it was his. And now you found yourself in his base!
Your eyes scanned the tent. He had some photos of a woman, seemed kinda old. Must’ve been his mom. Looking to your right he had an album with the name, “Rumba Azul.”
A Spanish song? Does he know the language? You eyed over some bottles that were left on a table. An alcoholic? Unsurprising. The Germans barely have any self-discipline anyhow.
Taking the blanket off of you as you sat up. Slightly dizzy but able to keep yourself up. Deciding to stand up, maybe walk around the tent to see if anyone else was inside.
As you took one step forward you cried out from the aching pain of your wounded leg. You underestimated the impact you would have in trying to walk with your still injured leg.
You guessed that your cry was loud enough to be heard outside the tent. Hearing someone’s footsteps running towards the tent you were inside.
Leaning back from the table behind you, not daring to touch your right leg from how painful it felt. Even breathing was making it worse.
The flap of the tent was opened as you looked up and saw the exact same man. And this time, you could see his features.
A stunning, slim face with blue eyes that were bright under the light. Along with his hair that was blond and sorta brown too. He was good looking there was no doubt.
Realizing you were getting lost in his eyes, you quickly shook every thought in your head that was about him. Instead, focusing on what he did.
Immediately you demanded what you were doing here, why he saved you, and why did he shoot you in the leg.
“Where- Why am I here!? What was the reason for you to bring me to your tent? Why did you save me- Why did you shoot me in the leg!!?”
Your body was filled with frustration and incapable of comprehending why he saved your life. As you glanced at his face once again, he seemed calmed, even grinning at you.
This only made you more angry. You held on the table behind you, slowly standing up. Seeing you try getting up, he moved forward to you. Instinctively, you grabbed the bottle behind you and aim it at him.
“Back off!”
You yelled out. He stopped, holding his hands slightly up, showing that he was unarmed but you didn’t care. As you used your left leg to push yourself up, you moaned in pain.
“Sei nicht stur, lass dir von mir helfen.”
As he got closer, you swinged the bottle at him. Missing by a few meters.
“I said back off!”
Your voice is hoarse, filled with fury. He just ignored your words and kept getting near you. Seeing how he wasn’t listening, you decided to swing again. And in a blink of an eye he grabbed your wrist, a bit tight but not too much where it would leave a bruise.
He yanked the bottle out of your hand, setting it far away from you.
“Leg dich hin, Süße. Ich verspreche dir, ich tue dir nicht weh…”
His voice was reassuring, trying to calm you down as your temper was rising. You cursed at him, anger overwhelming you from what he did.
Seeing how you were unwilling to take it the easy way, he grabbed your wrist and shoved you to the bed as not too harsh as he possibly could.
“Warum versuchst du, dich zu wehren? Ich versuche nur, dir zu helfen!”
“I don’t need your help! I don’t want help from you disgusting Germans!”
He suddenly grabbed both of your wrist and pinned them on the bed. His voice was shaking just a little, but looked like he was trying to control himself from something.
“If you try getting out, I’ll shot you.”
He spoke English!? You didn’t expect it- he had an accent but wasn’t too visible to notice. Trying to understand what he said when the words left his mouth, he was threatening to shoot you if you tried running away- not like you could.
“Are you trying to intimidate me? Threatening to shoot me, you're insane! Must’ve lost your mind when I kicked you in the face!”
His expression somewhat hardened from your words. Squeezing more tightly your wrists. He let out a sigh, close to your neck which sent a shiver down your spine as you felt your cheeks burning.
“I promise you, I’m here to help you. I could never harm you, what I did was unintentional you know that…”
You were about to protest back, to correct him. But you second thought to yourself. It was happening so fast- and your memory wasn’t the best at the moment. He probably didn’t actually mean to shoot you, just scare you into falling to the ground.
Maybe he actually did try to help you instead of hurting you.
“B-but I saw you aiming the gun at me-!“
A soft chuckle left his mouth, as he immediately cut you off.
“Don’t be daf, sweetie. I wasn’t aiming at you, I was aiming it to the ground. I would never hurt you. I’m not the one to do so.”
A pang of guilt hit you like a wave. Could it actually be true? Were you in the wrong all this time? If being honest, he didn’t seem like he would hurt anyone. His smile felt like he had malice intentions, and at the same time one you could trust without thinking twice.
“Perhaps I was in the wrong for assuming you were trying to harm me, and for treating you so harshly…”
His face softened at your words, seeing how you were so unsure whether what happened was true, and that you were to blame instead of him.
Looking up at him, noticing his beautiful features. He was undeniably stunning and it made your stomach burn with a feeling you wanted to ignore. The way his eyes observed you made you look the other way.
Feeling self-conscious after staring at him for too long than necessary. Thinking of what to do to make it up for him, a little idea that was risky went through your head.
Thinking about it made your face red. Deciding to do it, you took a deep breath and slightly adjusted yourself. Looking at him again just for one second before opening your mouth.
“With how unwell I acted towards your generosity I could probably…kiss you as to show my gratitude…”
Your words were unexpected, so unexpected he was taken back for what you were offering. After some silence you began to regret what you have suggested. Feeling ashamed and embarrassed you quickly tried to change the offer.
As you were about to speak he chuckled. Looking at his face he was grinning so widely, with a blush in his face.
“I was gonna ask you if you could kiss me as a way for me to forgive you.”
It seemed like both of you had the same idea, causing laughter between the two of you. Surely you didn’t expect that, but at least there was something to laugh about.
Suddenly he got increasingly close to your face, lifting your chin for him to have a better look at you.
“I always accept any kiss from an angel.”
His face started to move towards you, getting closer and closer until you leaned in and touched his smooth lips. His hands moved all over your arm, shoulder, and landed on your waist before pulling you more close to his face.
The kiss was tender, slow and steady. It made you wish to never end it. Within just seconds of you two kissing, instead of your lips just touching, his tongue began to move inside your mouth.
It began to go a bit rough and faster. Trying to keep up you went at the same pace as him. Teeth now clashing and the kiss being more intense than before. You were amazed at how fast he was going. You thought you wouldn’t be able to keep going.
He pulled back for a second and started running his lips through your neck, causing a small moan to slip out of you. Leaning your head on his shoulders as he moved all over you with his kisses.
Carefully pushing you down to the bed as you saw him moving through his pants, hearing the sound of a belt coming off and a zipper sliding down. Taking a glance you could see his cock already hardened and seemingly impatient.
With help he started to pull down your pants, grabbing your panties alongside it. Throwing it aside the bed for it to not be a distraction and moving towards the bed you were on, slowly settling himself on top of you.
His hands roamed freely around your thighs, sliding all the way up until landing on your chest. He unbuttoned your shirt and took off your bra, as he leaned over and started to kiss your boobs, startled by the touch of his lips.
Nuzzling between them as he muttered some words underneath his breathe.
“So weich und herrlich zu küssen…”
Backing his head away as his hand reached beneath him, lifting his now throbbing cock between your clit. Circling around and teasing it, causing you to start to lose your mind.
Wanting to position you first he pushed your uninjured leg to your chest, moving himself in order to go in. Slowly but also quickly he pushed himself inside. You thought he was gonna put the tip first. But no, he was balls deep already making your eyes slightly roll behind your head.
“Ah! Thought you were gonna go in slow…!”
He nodded, completely ignoring what you just said and instead focusing on making you feel better.
With a push he began thrusting inside you, he seemed to move with such energy and force you yourself didn’t have. Looking over your stomach you could practically see a bulge coming out.
It was tight but he pushed himself further in, looking determined to fully go inside. It was too much you had to hold onto him, clenching his shoulders as you tried resisting moans.
He grunted with every push, sweat already forming from exchanging heat between the two of you. The bed started to creak, moving back and forward from how much pressure and pushing there was.
He kept shoving it inside your poor walls, having you whimpering and thinking you couldn’t take it anymore from it being too much. You wondered if anyone could hear you two, or they rather just ignored it.
Your thoughts were completely cut off as he went faster, this time making you let out moans that you tried to muffle with a pillow beside you.
He grabbed the pillow you had in your hand and moved it aside, getting near your ear as he whispered.
“Verbirg die Geräusche nicht, die du machst – sie klingen wunderschön.”
Tightly closing your eyes, letting out soft moans, trying your best to hold yourself together. You could feel yourself getting tight around his cock, making him go faster.
Before he could finish he suddenly pulled out, leaving you to whimper in desperation. You were so close and yet, he left you on the edge.
Wanting to ask why he stopped you felt two fingers stretching you out. This was a surprise attack, one you didn’t even notice. Letting out a whimpering cry as you tried your best not to squirm a lot.
His unintended hand reached towards your hair, as he cooed softly beside you, telling you what a great job you were doing, and how nicely you were taking it.
“Du nimmst das so gelassen. Ich sollte dich am besten für immer hierbehalten, was?”
Oh how badly you wanted to understand what he was saying. But incapable of doing so made you more wet. Dreamingly thinking what words he was using to talk to you.
His hands were filling up with the wetness of your clit. Pushing further in as it caused you to uncontrollably jerk from the need of cumming.
You thought you were now doing fine until he involved his third finger, shivering you deeper and stretching your cunt out. You seriously thought he was trying to shove his whole hand inside of you.
Letting out muffled screams, your head dropping back from the pain and pleasure you were feeling. He laughed a bit, kissing your tears that were forming in your eyes.
“Du machst das so gut, so gut, mein Schatz. Oh. Wein nicht ich verspreche, ich kann tiefer gehen, wenn du willst.”
You could feel something warm inside of you start to form, you couldn’t control it and it was getting worse by the second as he kept thrusting into your poor walls.
“Oh please! Don’t go any- any…!”
Not able to finish your sentence he pushed deep inside of you, causing the slightest control that you had taken away, as you felt yourself let you. Hearing the sound of something wet getting out of you, realizing you had just an orgasm. His hand was filled with your juice, playfully playing with your sore lips as you whined tiredly.
He was satisfied with the outcome, if not happy that he was able to make you fall apart.
“Aw, schau nur, wie dein Saft an deinen Beinen herabläuft. Ein herrlicher Anblick.”
You just nodded along with what he was saying, too dumbfucked to question what he was saying at all. The moment you were about to grab your pants his hands grabbed you and pulled you back down.
“Can’t let you have all the fun, now can I?”
He got on top of you, his hard length having pre-cum dropping out already. Before fully registering what he was doing he slid inside you with such ease it made you back your arch, as your fingers were digging onto the mattress.
“Augh! Try-try not…goingtomuch…”
Your words were slurred, as he shoved himself inside of you. Panting out loud as he looked down at you with such excitement in his face.
“Tut mir leid, Süße, kannst du das noch mal wiederholen? Ach, egal dann muss ich dich wohl einfach ficken, oder?”
Biting your lips as your eyes started to roll to the back of your head with his cock hitting your insides, probably reorganizing them as a bit of drool started to fall down your mouth.
With how much faster he was going you could tell he was getting at his proximity. Holding you down as with each thrust that made you move back.
“Ich bin so nah dran. Spürst du mich nicht in dir? Schmeckst du mich? Verdammt, du liebst es einfach, mich mit diesem hübschen Gesicht von dir zu reizen…”
The only sound heard was the bed creaking and the moans between you and him. One last and deep push to the point his balls were touching your clit, he loud out a moan as he shoved his seeds inside of you. Your insides were warm with his cum, so much within your womb.
Thinking it was finally over he settled himself one more time, not even pulling out for just a few seconds.
“Ich bin sicher, dass du es verträgst mit dieser hübschen Muschi von dir wirst du mich ganz sicher problemlos aufnehmen können.”
Your tired body yelled out no, but your mind was screaming yes. You eagerly nodded, and seeing how you were accepting it he kissed your lips before pulling back and positioning himself.
As he pushed inside his seeds began to leave your body, seeing how it began to smear his cock. But seeing this sight only made him harder than it should’ve.
He went slow for a while, trying his best to have self-control and go easygoing for just this moment. Although noticing his bulge on your stomach made him lose his mind.
As you took a deep tired sigh, finally thinking you're gonna rest you felt a sudden and hard push inside of your pussy that made you on the verge of crying.
Every time he shoved his cock in it was frantic and buried, feeling his balls slap you as you let out a moan with a high pitch.
“Bloody hell- don’t you think you’re going too-too fast?”
You asked, feeling yourself on the verge of giving up as his eyes locked onto yours. You could’ve sworn you would melt by him just looking at you. Hating that he had such beautiful eyes that made you look away.
He softly laughed as your face reddened. Caressing your face and kissing all over your neck before going back to his needs. As he shoved himself again, making you let out a yelp he could feel himself getting closer and closer.
The tip of his cock just hitting your spot, causing you to let out little whines. As he kept pounding on you, moving his hips forward with no hesitation nor stop.
In a last shove he filled you up with his cum. Letting out a loud groan as he collapsed on top of you. He kept himself buried inside of you, making sure every drip of his cum filled you up.
After finally catching his breath he pulled out, causing the sound of something slimy as he left your pussy. Looking down to admire his work he noticed his seeds started to pour out of you.
Flicking his tongue as he pushed two fingers deep within you, causing you to cry in a moan.
“What exactly are you doing now?”
Waiting for his response as he looked so focused on whatever he was doing for him to be shoving two fingers inside of you.
“Ich stelle nur sicher, dass es dort bleibt. Es darf nicht verschwendet werden. Bei einer so süßen Muschi wie deiner möchte ich, dass es in dir bleibt”
“Won’t you speak English for once? Can’t understand a lick of your language!”
Giggling lightly at your comment as he stayed there just for a few minutes before finally assured that it was kept inside of you, nicely and safe. His fingers leaving your pussy.
“Sorry love, got too excited and couldn’t help myself but talk in my language.”
He laid beside you, holding you in his arms as he heard you huff in annoyance.
“My English is not good, I wouldn’t want you to hear me mess up while talking.”
The thought of it made you chuckle, him saying the wrong words would definitely cause you to laugh louder.
“True, wouldn't be so pleasant to see you stumbling with your words.”
He grabbed the blanket that was at the edge of the bed and covered you with it, kissing your forehead as his hands held you around so gently. Nuzzling at your neck as he let himself rest.
About to close your eyes until you decided to take a peek outside the tent with what you were allowed to see as the flow was half open. Lifting your head up to see what was outside.
Glancing at the planes until one caught your attention. A Bf-109 with that same number of that pilot that shot you down; 14.
Your eyebrows furrowed. Was the pilot who shot your plane down the same one as the one you were sleeping with currently?!
Trying to make sense to yourself, you let out a sigh. Again, believing that you can were just overthinking it and being wrong about him. Either way, your body and mind was too fucked to even bother to make the whole connection.
Leaning your head beside him, a tired breath escaping your mouth as you allowed yourself to relax for the first time.
