TITLE: The Survival Of The Human Species
AUTHOR: Vid Z.
PAIRING: NOT Harm/Mac
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc of the TV show JAG are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this fic. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Believe it or not, this actually has a plot.
!!!WARNINGS: graphic sex, explicit words, NC-17 material. If you're not supposed to read this, then scram!!!
SUMMARY: the world was black with the sound of destruction and they were the last two standing on a shattered world. NOT Harm/Mac. NOT a death fic.
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They hit the ground roughly, the impact triggering grunts of pain from both of them.
But it didn't stop them.
Sounds of passion were growled into each other's mouths as hands tore at their clothes, removing the obstacles.
The sound of ripping buttons filled the air as the two halves of her blouse gave way, revealing her generous satin-clad bosom to his heated stare.
His hungry mouth attached itself to her nipples through the material, drawing a gasp from her throat and causing her to arch her back, pushing her ample breasts into his face.
Passionately he tore her bra apart and wasted no time in finding his prize, his wicked tongue flattening and dragging over her hard and extremely sensitive nubs, causing her to cry out in pleasure. He alternated between licking the nipple, licking the areola and bitting her engorged button. Soon, he switched to her other breast, leaving the first one glistening with his saliva and her perspiration.
She was being overwhelmed by sensation and the realization of their desperate situation, knowing it was their sworn duty to do this.
And then she could think no more as his hand stole down her body, lifting up her uniform skirt, pushing the crotch of her panties aside, but leaving them in place and whole, and plunging his finger deep inside her body, causing her body to shatter in an explosion of light, sensation and sound.
He continued thrusting, making her orgasm longer, but finally slowed down and stopped, because she was so over-sensitised that it was becoming painful.
Finally, he crawled up her body and took her into his arms, just holding her as her body shook from the after-shocks of her climax and murmuring words of love to her, as they were laying in the high-mountain grass.
10 minutes later, when she recovered, a small, soft, gentle hand crept down to the zipper of his pants and quickly undid it, releasing him from his cotton prison.
She stroked him strongly a couple of times, using her thumb to spread the moisture, that had appeared out of the slit, all over the head of his member.
Then, in a swift move that surprised him, she turned around, went on all fours, straddled him and took him into her mouth.
Harm closed his eyes at the feeling as her hot mouth pulled him in, groaning as she continued down his length until her nose hit his testicles, having taken him in fully, deep into her throat, past her gag reflex.
Then he opened his eyes and saw her blood-filled lips before his eyes, dripping with her delicious juices, intoxicating him with the heady scent of her arousal.
He raised his head and, with his hands on her firm, muscular hips, got her to spread her knees, thus lowering her rump towards his lips.
He took a few seconds just to fill his lungs with her intoxicating scent and then dove into her, his moan at her taste echoing hers at being eaten by him.
They pleasured each other this way, until he was near the brink himself.
Then he gently lifted her mouth off of him, lest it be over too soon, and continued his assault on her pleasure centre. She lifted her upper body, so she was straddling his face, and started pulling and pinching her nipples, aiding him in his quest.
He brought her to the edge repeatedly, but then stopped, leaving her whimpering in disappointment and need.
Finally, he lifted her off his face and, once he himself rose to his knees and turned around to face her, guided her on her back in the middle of the mountain meadow.
Then he moved between her muscular thighs and, after stroking himself one more time to insure he was hard enough, he locked his eyes with hers and finally pushed inside her body.
As the bulbuous head slipped inside of her, followed by the rest of him until he was seated in fully, she errupted with the strength of a supernova.
Having been brought to the brink and then stopped so many times over, she'd been extremely aroused and sensitive, and the simple experience of him breaching her tight channel, her feeling every vein and every ridge of his member sliding against her snug walls, was enough to send her into orbit.
He waited, gritting his teeth to prevent himself from ending too soon, and just enjoyed the uncontrolled pulsing and squeezing and releasing of her inner muscles as they milked him, trying to get him to release his potent seed, to milk it out of him and send it up to her fertile, waiting egg, where his sperms would complete their ultimate assignment.
It was a big effort, but he waited until her release was finished and she was coherent again.
He wanted her to feel every second of their first time together, it was important to him and she had the right to remember every moment of their first time, the first time that ultimately ended with them creating their first child, she had the right to remember how they made their baby.
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