Present day…
Only one Neuroi remained. Whatever that crimson flash was, it was completely dominating the battle over Wien. Captain Waltrud Krupinski couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"Don't get involved! Everyone stay back until we hear back from Command!" She ordered to her unit of witches. They all hovered slightly behind her, their strikers idling.
Waltrud had been sitting in her new office on the central Berlin airbase when the call to mobilize came through. She had just been promoted to Captain after her success in in several campaigns against the Neuroi over the past few years. She now commanded the Allied Forces 502nd division, dubbed the 'Break Witches' by the rest of the AF for their outstanding track record for destroying their strikers and other equipment during missions against the Neuroi. But it was because of their outstanding kill count and performance that they were always rewarded with new equipment.
Waltrud joined the military after the Neuroi attack on Berlin five years ago. She had lost her beloved sister and the man she had considered her brother and best male friend to those bastards. Since then, she had served in the Karlic military and waged her own personal war. Her personal kill count was fourth highest in the world behind her fellow countrymen, Colonel Minna-Dietlinde Wilcke, Captain Gertrude Barkhorn, and Lieutenant Erica Hartmann. All of them served with the 501st division.
It had surprised her when North African Field Commander Rommella, the highest ranking Karlic officer and highest ranking female in the entire AF, called her personally from Cairo and asked for her to deploy her unit in assistance of the 501st. The Strike Witches never called for reinforcements. They were the best for a reason. Then it was relayed that 8 Neuroi were confirmed over Wien.
Her first question pertained to how it was even possible, but then she began to ask for her orders. She was directed to deploy immediately to help bring down all of the hostile aircraft. Rommella said that some of her personal witches, including "Star of Africa" Captain Hanna-Justina Marseille, would also be dispatched to aid them.
"You have tactical command until Colonel Wilcke arrives." Rommella had wished her luck and then hung up. Waltrud immediately began making calls to the rest of her squad, issuing orders to prepare for launch.
And now she found herself watching something that struck a feeling into her heart she hadn't felt in years. Fear. Something about that red flash was familiar, but it also made her blood run cold. The magic in her body began to thrash about, as if threatened by its presence.
"Colonel Wilcke! Do you read me? What is your current ETA?!" Waltrud yelled into her personal radio, trying to figure out what to do. She knew nothing about this anomaly. She wasn't sure what to even attempt to do.
"I read you, Captain. We have about ten minutes. Captain Yeager and Lieutenant Lucchini should be arriving any minute now. When they get there, we have been given orders to do everything to bring down the Neuroi."
"That's not the problem here, Colonel!" Waltrud watch the crimson aura surge right through the center of the last enemy, coming out the other side. The blow must have destroyed the core for the craft began to disintegrate into millions of cherry blossom-like shards. "There is something else up here with us. And it just took out all eight Neuroi by itself!"
"What are you talking about?!" Colonel Minna's voice was alarmed.
"This weird red… I don't know what the fuck to call it! It's moving around faster than anything I've ever seen. It has downed all 8 bogeys. What the hell do we do now?!" Waltrud continued to track its path. It circled for a few moments above a large hole in the ground. "Is this thing friend or foe? Because it's giving me a feeling that we need to kill it right now!"
"Belay that, Captain Krupinski." An older man's voice came across everyone's headset. "This is Allied Forces European Fleet Commander Chiron Anderson."
"Go ahead, sir." Waltrud's dark dog ears perked up. Anderson was the third highest ranking man in the AF behind Liberion Allied Forces Commanding General Aizen Howard and Fusoan Pacific Fleet Commander Isoroku Yamamoto.
"That unknown is one of ours, Captain. There's just one problem. He does not have control. You and all of the other witches are going to have to bring him down safely. I repeat, do not kill him. Do not harm him unless there is no other way." Anderson sounded as if he was still withholding information. "Are you there, songbird?"
"Yes, sir." A light natured voice with an Orussian accent replied.
"I want you and the rest of the 501st that are already there to assist in the effort. Our radar shows that Captain Marseille's forces are over Ostmark now while Captain Yeager is about to be there. Colonel Wilcke, you will have command when you arrive. Good luck ladies."
"Wait! Commander! What about the General?!" Minna tried to ask but Anderson had already dropped his receiver. "What about General Hatake?! Where is he? And why isn't command given to him?! He's already there!"
"What did you just say?" Waltrud thought she might have heard something wrong. "Did you say Hatake?"
"Yes, she did. He's our commanding officer." Lieutenant Eila came through after a bit of static.
"As in Dimitri?!" Waltrud's pulse rate doubled instantly. Her ears drooped slightly.
"That's correct." A Liberion voice responded. Waltrud looked to the north and saw a growing dot in the distance. Behind it was an enormous vapor trail. "The one and only."
"Shirley!" Perrine exclaimed.
As the high speed speck grew closer, it could be seen that it was Captain Charlotte Yeager with Lieutenant Francesca Lucchini hanging on to her back. Their speed had to be over Mach 1. The two began to slow down and came to a low idle beside Waltrud and the rest of her unit. Waltrud could see three more witches approach from the ground below.
"Well, we've got some semblance of a chance now." Lieutenant Eila said as she arrived at the same altitude with Lieutenants Sanya and Perrine. Perrine was carrying Sergeant Lynnette Bishop on her back who was carrying her sniper rifle along. Lynnette had a couple bandages on her forehead from the attack that downed the plane earlier.
"Hanna is going to be here soon, as will Minna and the others." Sanya spoke softly, her familiar's antennae picking up more transmissions.
"If that's who I think it is, then we're going to need it." Charlotte looked over at the motionless individual who hung above the plane's impact crater. "That man has got some serious fuckin' issues, man."
"He said that he had gotten it all taken care of… But I guess not…" Sanya looked down at the city, her mind thinking of the past.
"Please tell me that you're not talking about Demi…" Waltrud used his nickname without thinking.
"You know him?" Sanya's black cat ears moved in the Karlic Captain's direction.
"…yeah… yeah I do…" Waltrud put a hand to her face. She had believed him to be dead for the last five years. She had been told after the Neuroi attacked Berlin that Dimitri and her sister Creina had been killed during their attempt to help the injured and dying. And yet here were several witches claiming that he had been alive the whole time. If he was alive, where the hell was Creina? "So he went back… Everything has been a lie… He's become the witch hunter again…"
"What? Did you just say witch hunter?" Perrine asked, though Lynnette looked away guiltily. "Lynne?"
"Are you serious?" Eila tried to grasp what Waltrud had just said.
"Now really isn't the time for this…" Sanya said, her face set in stone.
"You knew about this, didn't you?!" Eila couldn't believe it. She knew there were secrets, but she had never been able to coax them from the girl she loved. Eila grabbed Sanya's shoulders roughly as they continued to hover with their striker units. "You knew this was what he was this whole time! And yet you didn't tell anyone?! Not even me?! I sure as hell would have liked to know that our commanding officer was the one who killed so many other witches!"
"Hey, Eila…" Charlotte tried to step between them but Eila shot her a death glare.
"Stay out of this, Shirley! He already tried to kill you and he very well could have succeeded had he really tried!" Eila silenced her superior officer. She returned her attention to Sanya, who now had tears in her eyes. Part of Eila's mind wanted to stop and apologize, feeling hurt for ever having hurt Sanya. But the other part was goading her to continue. "You know how many witches were killed in Suomus by the one they called the 'Orussian Ghost'?! He was the one thing that scared us even more than the entire Orussian army. We hid and were subjected to such tortures because we were too afraid to use our powers to defend ourselves and fight back! We knew that if we had used magic, they would have brought that bastard to kill every one of us!"
"That's not fair, Lieutenant!" Waltrud tried to defend Sanya. She knew that there was no way Sanya would have known about all of the things Dimitri had done. She liked to think that most of it was all made up anyway… Dimitri had been so gentle and kind when he had lived with Waltrud and Creina.
"My mother was raped because she didn't fight back! She could have easily killed those Orussian bastards… but chose to not use her abilities because she wanted to protect me from the lumooja etsiä." Eila used her native Suoman tongue to say 'witch hunter.' "We hid every day… And that bastard has been right in front of me this whole time… You can do this without me… If I was to participate, I would be shooting to kill."
"Eila! Wait!" Sanya tried to stop the Suoman girl as she let go and began to fly away in the direction of the Mirage out on the Baltic Sea.
"Do not follow me, Sanya." She heard Eila bark over her radio.
"First I lost Demi… now I'm losing Eila…" Sanya dropped in altitude and began to sob. Lucchini left Charlotte's side and went to Sanya's.
"This is all really serious and depressing, but if you want to do anything about any of it, we have got to do something about General Hatake." Lucchini wiped away a few of Sanya's tears. "We know he's not all bad. But he's going to do a lot more bad things if we don't stop him."
"Yeah…" Sanya nodded though her sobbing hadn't stopped.
"Well, Captain Krupinski. What is our plan of attack?" Charlotte adjusted the goggles that hung around her neck.
"Anderson might as well have just placed a gun in our hand and told us to put it to our own head…" Waltrud's short brown hair moved in the wind as she tried to think. "He'll just cancel or nullify any magic use. Our guns won't be able to penetrate his shields. If they did, I doubt they'd even slow him down."
"We've got to do something…" Charlotte looked around at the assembled witches. "How good are you at hand to hand combat, Waltrud?"
"Well, I was trained by the best. And by best, I mean Dimitri." Waltrud recalled the times she had learned most of her self-defense and hand to hand combat by watching and practicing with Dimitri. "Why?"
"Because that may be the only thing left to us." Charlotte shrugged. "I'm pretty good myself. If Trude were here…"
"You rang, Liberion?" Captain Gertrude Barkhorn spoke over the com channel. They could finally see three specks coming from the north.
"Don't forget about me!" Another Karlic accent rang in their ears. They turned to see more growing dots coming from the south. "Captain Marseille of the AF 31st division reporting for action!"
"The cavalry has arrived!" Erica Hartmann chimed in.
"It's about damn time!" Perrine yelled, still carrying Lynnette on her back.
Within a few minutes, all of the witches were assembled. Colonel Minna, Captain Waltrud, and Captain Hanna Marseille were in the center of the group.
"It's Dimitri. It has to be, Colonel." Waltrud reported. Minna nodded solemnly.
"Where is Eila?" Minna looked around before settling on Sanya. Sanya shook her head.
"She's refused to continue due to personal reasons. She left a couple minutes before you got here." Charlotte spoke up.
"And yet her ability to see short distances into the future would have been so useful…" Hanna's small wings adorning her head fluttered. Her familiar was that of an eagle.
"It doesn't matter. We have to stop him. We have orders to bring him back to the Mirage alive." Minna could feel that she only had about a third of her maximum magic level. "And I'm afraid we're gonna have to do it quick. Most of us have already had to fight Neuroi. We haven't had any time to recuperate. I want everyone other than the main strike unit to hang back and provide covering fire or backup if anything goes wrong."
"I suggest a limited hand to hand approach." Waltrud scratched her head.
"That might be the only thing that would even distract him." Hanna agreed.
Everyone turned to look at Gertrude, who soon noticed the extra eyes on her.
"Oh, of course…" Gertrude sighed. But she knew that she was the strongest physically among them, even if she was down to half power already.
"Charlotte, Waltrud, and Hanna will be right there in the middle of it with you." Minna tried to encourage her.
"Yeah, take one for the team, Trude!" Erica smiled.
"What the fuck ever… Let's do this." Gertrude made a fist and held it up in front of her.
Meanwhile…
Dimitri watched as more witches began to arrive. They all gathered together, as if formulating a strategy. It didn't matter what they did, there would be no way to stop him as he was. Magic was useless, bullets would never reach him. They would have to fight him head on.
And that is the most deadly for them all. Dimitri found himself smiling.
His silver hair blew in the wind. The burning markings on his body started to glow brighter in anticipation of the chance to slaughter witches for the first time in over 8 years.
The only thing that stuck in his mind was the familiar feeling he was detecting from one of the witches that had arrived from the east. It felt as if there were still memories walled away in his mind just out of reach.
It didn't matter at this point. The only good witch was a dead one.
The witches separated and began to move toward him. He lowered his aura enough for them to get within twenty feet. Only four of them got up close, the rest hung back holding rifles and other weapons.
The familiar feeling radiated from the one that stopped directly in front of him. He kept trying to figure out where he knew her from. Her eyes, her face, her body all seemed so familiar.
"General Hatake!" The red headed witch with silver eagle insignia on her lapel spoke from above him. "Please stop this. Please return to normal. We know this isn't who you really are!"
"What would you know about who I am, Colonel?" Dimitri's voice sounded extremely deep and rough to the witches. The demon that currently held reign didn't care who any of them were. "Just as you hide so many things about yourself from those around you, so do I. It is in our nature, Colonel. Dare I ask what you intend to do?"
"We're here to bring you back to the Mirage. Commander Anderson has ordered you to stand down and return with us." Minna answered. "If you cannot follow orders, we have been given clearance to take you by force."
"Ohhhh. Those are bold words, Colonel. You may as well have just signed the death warrants for every young lady here. Now what would you do if I killed all of them and left you alive? Hmmm?" Dimitri toyed with her.
"Don't listen to him, Minna! He's just trying to get in your head." The one who had tried to stand in his way back on the carrier interrupted him. She had a look of contempt on her face.
"Ah, the oh so brave Captain who couldn't even look me in the eye for longer than a few seconds. This must be your perfect chance to redeem yourself, huh?" Dimitri smiled, his crimson eyes trained on her. Again, she couldn't look him in the eye. "Ha ha ha ha! You are pathetic excuses for 'disciplined' witches."
"Shut up Demi! What happened to you?!" The tall girl with short brown hair and dog ears came a little closer. He felt something flash through his mind. A memory that felt as if it had to be dragged through an inferno to be accessed.
"Wal…trud…?" Dimitri's demonic presence wavered but it fought back. Dimitri put a hand over his eyes, as if willing them to change back to normal.
"Yes, Demi! Fight it! Fight it like you did when you first woke up in the hospital those years ago!" Waltrud's guard lowered as she came even closer. The other witches tried to protest, but at the same time, they wanted to hear more. They prayed that she could get through to him, though none of them knew what her connection to him was.
"I'll kill you… don't come closer…" Dimitri growled, as if he was distracted.
"Get back, Captain!" Gertrude reacted before anyone else even noticed. Gertrude caught Dimitri's weak attempt to push Waltrud away. She struggled to hold his wrist at bay as she shoved Waltrud back. "You're further enticing me to strike a superior officer, General."
Captain Barkhorn reared back with all her strength and punched Dimitri directly in the left side of his jaw. Everyone gasped at how easily she made contact. He might have cancelled out the magic, but he took the full force punch from the strongest among them. Dimitri's body was pushed back several feet and his altitude dropped about the same.
"Don't tell me you're done, General." Gertrude shook her hand, feeling as if she had punched an asphalt covered brick wall.
"Very far from it, Captain." Dimitri sounded as if she had knocked the uncertainty from him. He came back up to her, blood coming from his mouth. But through the blood, he smiled. "Though I must say it's a bit unfair that you can't be completely effective with your little strikers on. I won't even need a shield."
"You grossly underestimate me, Dimitri." Gertrude felt a growing sense of anticipation. Was she looking forward to this?
Meanwhile…
Eila was flying over the Baltic Sea toward the last reported location of the Mirage. She was feeling extremely guilty for going on off on Sanya. They loved each other so much, and yet she just exploded. But she still felt it was the right thing.
"Lieutenant Juutilainen, we are reading you over the Baltic Sea." Fleet Commander Anderson spoke over her earpiece.
"That's correct, sir. I've expended too much energy and would have been a liability to my unit had I stayed." Eila lied.
"…alright, Lieutenant. The Mirage is en route to Copenhagen in Karlsland to dock. You may meet us there if you wish or you can return to the ship. We will be arriving in a couple hours. Please use the time to replenish your magic." The Commander paused before speaking.
"I will go with the shorter trip, sir. I will be there when you dock." Eila didn't feel like ever seeing that ship again, but she would have to as it was her duty.
"Alright. Be careful." Anderson signed off.
Eila veered to the left, putting her on a direct path to Copenhagen. She kept thinking about her mother. How Eila had watched from the inside of a cabinet as three Orussian men had raped her. She had cried quietly as her mother made no sound, did not fight back because she knew the consequences… Her mother had told her afterward that she had done it to protect them and keep their identity as witches a secret.
"Those bastards… I would have killed them… I would have just slaughtered them and told the witch hunter to come find me…" Eila plucked the radio from her ear and put it in her pocket. "Sanya knew… I can't believe it. And the one we had all been afraid of was the one in command…"
She soon saw the lights of Copenhagen in the distance. It was Karlsland's largest port and controlled a vast majority of Europe's commerce. Not to mention there were large naval and air force bases.
Eila flew over land and headed for the air force base farther inland. She had so many things on her mind, but she decided she would apologize to Sanya when they saw each other again. The air force base had received word that she was coming so she could see the beacons lit for pad where witches would land their strikers.
She was barely paying attention as she landed perfectly. She had done it so many times it was automatic to her and any other member of the 501st. Two technicians came to help her out of the leg mounted strikers. Eila stepped out of them and deactivated her familiar, her fox ears and tail disappearing.
"Everything alright, Lieutenant? There was a big ruckus down in Berlin about a bunch of Neuroi in a small area." A technician with the rank of Private asked after she stepped down onto the asphalt.
"Yeah. They were taken care of. I'm here to wait for my ship to arrive." Eila said absentmindedly.
"The Mirage?" The other technician asked.
"Yeah, that's the one." Eila nodded, pulling a picture of herself and her mother out of her pocket. She always carried it with her.
"Hey Captain!" The first technician called over to the nearby hangar. She hadn't noticed it before, but out in front of the hangar was a very large man lying in a fold out chair.
He was wearing mirrored aviator sunglasses and was smoking a cigarette. He wore no shirt, showcasing his powerful upper body. He looked to be even taller and more muscular than General Dimitri. He had tattoos on both arms and on his shoulders. His hair was short and blonde. She could tell an Orussian brawler when she saw one.
She'd seen many like him, though she wasn't sure if any of them were this big. He continued to lay right in everyone's way, as if the world revolved around him, until the technician called over to him.
"I thought I fuckin told you Karlic sons a bitches…" He took a drag on his cigarette and sat up. He trailed off when he saw the Suoman witch. He stood up from his horizontal position and drew himself up to full height. He had to be at least six feet nine inches tall. Orussian writing had been tattooed on his shoulders. He walked up and towered over Eila. He practically eclipsed the sun just being in front of her. "What do we have here…?"
"Uh, Lieutenant Eila Juutilainen, sir. 501st division." Eila saluted, merely out of respect for a superior officer. The mountain of a man removed his mirrored shades with an enormous palm, closing the temples with his thumb and ring finger. The eyes that came out from behind them were so cold. She could feel herself getting colder.
"Pleased to meet you, Lieutenant Eila. I am Captain Mikhail Breshnev. I was given orders reassigning me to the Mirage." The massive Orussian returned the salute but then put out his hand. Eila reluctantly shook it, her hand practically swallowed within his. "I was told General Hatake was in command of your unit now?"
"Yes, though I'm not sure how long he'll remain at the position." Eila thought about the chaos over Wien.
"He was always a good soldier. Never failed to accomplish what he was ordered to do." Captain Breshnev smiled. "Hmm… Have we met before? It seems like I've seen you before..."
"No, I don't think so." Eila was about to make up some excuse to get away, but she realized that she was in unfamiliar territory without Sanya or any of her unit.
As he turned his back, she saw a black and red tattoo of the number 666 on the back of his neck. Eila's eyes tried to understand all of the tattoos scrawled across his body. One that particularly unnerved her was what looked like tally marks grouped together on his right shoulder underneath the 666.
"Something wrong, kettu?" Mikhail asked using the Suoman word for fox, not even turning around. His tone was cryptic.
"No…" Eila froze, not sure how to react. He had just used the same name her mother had always called her back in Suomus. Was it intentional? Or was he just trying to be suave and display his knowledge of Suoman language? "I'm gonna go get something to eat and drink in town…"
"Alright. I'll see you when the Mirage arrives, then." Mikhail turned back to her, smiling. Those eyes scared her. They seemed hungry as they moved over her. She turned to walk away and was a couple steps away when she heard him speak again, sounding like he had licked his lips. "It must have been your mother…"
Eila's blood ran cold, almost as cold as Breshnev's eyes had been. Her entire body tensed up.
"In Lieksa, right?" His voice was quiet, only between the two of them. She felt his large hand on the top of her head and his breath on her neck. He ran his hand through her silver hair. She was too scared and caught up in painful memories to stop him. He was in her head. He knew where they had lived… He gave a cold, brittle laugh. "You were so safe in your little cabinet, huh, little kettu?"
Eila's mind reeled. She felt like she was going to blackout. But she wasn't going to let herself blackout around this man. He had seen what he had done to her mother when she was awake… She would never let herself be unconscious alone ever again. She began to regret leaving Sanya and the others in the skies over Wien. Dimitri began to seem like a saint compared to this monster.
If it had been me… I would have rather faced the witch hunter than this man… Eila thought back to her mother. I would have rather died…
"I wonder how much like your mother you really are?" It was the last straw. Eila had to go now. She wanted to get violent and kill this man, but she couldn't even move her body. He kept whispering and playing with her hair. "I wonder if Dimitri would put you under my command for a bit so we can find out?"
Eila's body surged into motion, as if she had been pressing the gas pedal to the floor in neutral and then the transmission was kicked into third gear. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. It was fight or flight and her body chose flight.
"Whoa! What happened, Captain?" One of the technicians watched the Suoman witch run at a dead sprint out of sight.
"The little lady is shy, Sergeant. I must have just been too much." Mikhail put his sunglasses back on and smiled. He watched Eila until she was out of sight. He then went back to his fold out chair and lit another cigarette. He was still smiling as he stretched back out. "You'll see me again real soon, kettu.
Five and a half years earlier…
Dimitri lay in bed, waiting for the sun to rise. He lie motionless, listening to the peaceful, breathing of the woman he loved as she continued to sleep against his chest. Creina was his everything. His life here with her and Waltrud was perfect. What he wouldn't do to protect and preserve what he found here.
Dimitri and Creina had made love the night before, as they had several times in the past six months. They had both been virgins, but got it figured out over time. Their nights of novice physicality became nights of extremely heated and passionate love making. They never tired of it, treasuring every bit of it every time as if it had been the first time.
Nothing else mattered. The people and witches he'd killed in the past, the people he had fought alongside, none of it really mattered. This was where he was happy, where he belonged.
"I know you're awake, Demi…" Creina sounded extremely sleepy. She smiled though her eyes were still closed. "And here I thought I finally wore out the mighty Dimitri last night."
"Oh you did, dearest." Dimitri kissed her forehead gently. "Just enjoying your presence before you have to go in this morning."
"What time is it?" Creina opened her eyes.
"About 4:30." Dimitri looked over to the clock on the wall. Creina moved up Dimitri's chest, her long brown hair walking along his skin.
"That early? How long you been awake, Demi?" She was now looking down on him as she held herself above him.
"An hour or so now. Just couldn't stay asleep…" Dimitri put a hand up to her beautiful face and gazed into her brown eyes.
"Then maybe I should put you back to sleep like I did last night." Creina smiled and leaned into his hand.
"I don't want you worn out for work, dear." Dimitri smiled wide.
Creina didn't say anything as she leaned down and kissed him. He felt her still naked body press up against him again. He felt her warmth from her lips and body as he placed his hands on her neck and back. Her tongue pressed against his as she wove her arms behind Dimitri's neck.
As they continued to kiss lasciviously, there came a banging on the wall. The wall was the one that separated Creina and Dimitri's room from Waltrud's.
"Hey! I heard you in there! It's too early for that! Besides! You guys were just at it last night! Take a break!" Waltrud could be heard. "I have to get up and get ready to school listening to this?!"
Creina and Dimitri burst out laughing at Waltrud's yelling. They continued to chuckle as Waltrud banged again. It didn't matter to them, she would have to deal with it. Dimitri carefully flipped their position, leaving him on top. Her body underneath him was perfect, warming to his touch.
"I love you, dearest." Dimitri started to kiss her neck just below her jaw.
"And I love you, Demi. I don't know what I would do without you." Creina put one arm underneath his arm and held his powerful shoulder while she ran her other hand through Dimitri's long silver hair.
"I know what I would do without both of you! Sleep in quiet!" Waltrud banged on the wall one last time.
They shared another quiet laugh but then continued. Creina could feel Dimitri's arousal in the way his manhood pressed firmly up against her. Dimitri's lips travelled down her neck to her collar bone. From her collar, they slowly moved to the middle of her chest. After tauntingly moving down to her stomach, he came back up and started to massage her breasts. He knew it was one of her biggest turn-ons to massage and kiss them.
Creina was now 19 but had a full motherly figure. Her body was divine in its shape and proportion. She had large, firm breasts, completely filling Dimitri's large hands. Her waist was trim and tapered into a well-defined mound of Venus. Her hips were wide, completing the perfect hourglass shape and her legs were the best Dimitri had seen.
Creina let out a soft noise as he softly squeezed her breasts. His lips moved over them gently, further arousing his lover. The hand that had been running through his hair now held the back of his head, cradling it.
His lips continued to explore her supple flesh as he moved a hand down below her waist. Between her thighs he could feel her exposed lips, already moist.
"Doesn't seem like you really needed me." Dimitri looked up into Creina's eyes. Her face was already a little red. She smiled in response. "Are you ready then?"
"I'm always ready for you, Demi." She could feel that he was fully erect as it pressed against her.
Dimitri shifted and let the blanket drop from his back as he got into the correct position. His naked form was spectacular as she stared up at it. Every muscle, every ripple could be seen clearly defined. His scars seemed to add an air of masculinity. His arms were as solid as spun steel as he placed his hands on her hips.
Creina spread her legs wider for him. This was one of the key moments for them. Whenever he would enter her, her body's natural response was to activate her familiar. Her dog ears and tail would appear without her being able to control it. It worried both of them each time but it had never caused problems before in the other times they made love.
Dimitri used a hand to guide his large, throbbing member into her, making sure not to do it too fast or too hard. Even though they had been having sex for six months, she was still an extremely tight fit. When Creina shared Dimitri's measurements with Waltrud secretly, she found that he was much larger than average. How she might know, no one knew. He couldn't fit completely, leaving about an inch or so unsheathed.
When he felt that he could not proceed any deeper, he leaned down and kissed Creina. They began to press their tongues together as Dimitri began to pull back inside her. He surged forward quickly, causing her to breathe in sharply and her familiar to activate. Her ears and tail materialized as Dimitri was pulling back again.
Dimitri felt the other side of him begin to stir, as it always did when any witch would engage their familiars but he quickly forced it down as he treasured the physical and emotional pleasure he was experiencing. She was so warm inside, his body seemingly melting just by being inside her.
With each powerful thrust, he coaxed a pleasure filled exhalation from her. He took his hands from her hips and held her hands level with her head. Their fingers intertwined as Dimitri held himself over her. His strong lower body set into a steady rhythm as he thrusted and receded inside of her.
Creina's eyes closed as she let the bliss encompass her. Dimitri had quickly become a master in the bedroom in a short amount of time. She noticed that he had the tendency to learn and master almost anything immediately. He was the perfect combination of gentle and powerful as he made love to her.
Dimitri leaned down and began sucking on her neck. Creina turned enough to kiss his temple as he continued to move inside her. Any marks he would leave on her would heal before anyone could see them due to her natural healing magic. Came in very handy. The hickeys he was making further excited her.
Creina's black and white spotted dog ears perked up as she felt Dimitri speed up his thrusting. Her exhilaration built as she could feel him adding more force gradually. His lips and tongue travelled down her neck back to her chest. Her skin tingled as he stopped on her now erect nipple. His tongue moved over it, rolling back and forth. She let out a moan from the combined feelings of internal and external gratification.
Dimitri put his lips around the soft pink flesh and began to suck. Creina's expression was one of unbridled ecstasy. He never really had any facial expressions during the act. Even though he was experiencing his own generous share of pleasure, he never really showed it on his face. The way she tightly fit around him when he was inside her was incomparable to anything else he had felt in his life. With every thrust, he could feel himself moving toward his climax.
"I love you… so much, Demi…" Creina said between breaths and moans. She gripped his hands tightly, letting him know she felt her own climax nearing. Dimitri knew what to do when he felt her begin to clench even tighter. He raised himself up and began to drive himself harder and faster. Each powerful stroke was pushing both of them to their summits.
Dimitri's extremely deep and forceful thrusts caused Creina to constrict around his manhood, making his own pleasure skyrocket. His hands let go of hers and instead grabbed her wrists, pinning them slightly above her head.
It always made Creina happy when Dimitri would take what he wanted. With her arms pinned down, she could see his muscles flexing, exhibiting his perfect body. Her moans and sounds of enjoyment grew more frequent and louder with Dimitri's pace. He was taking what he wanted while giving her exactly what she wanted.
She felt him swelling inside her as she clenched at her peak. Dimitri felt her climax and lowered his lips to hers, kissing her deeply to prevent any excessively loud noises she was prone to make during these moments. The fluids she released during her orgasm could be felt running down his erection with each movement. He felt his time at hand, and let go of her wrists. He placed his elbows just above her shoulders as she looked up at him in pure physical bliss. His hands held the edge of the bed above her head as he felt himself erupt.
She treasured the warm sensation she felt as he came inside of her. She put his arms around him as he dispelled his seed with a few more strong movements. Their breath was hot and heavy as they gazed into each other's eyes, prolonging their moment of passion. Dimitri kissed her deeply one last time as he pulled out of her. He remained on top of her as they held each other tightly. Creina's ears and tail receded as her familiar disengaged.
"You are my everything, Creina…" Dimitri said as their lips parted.
"And you are mine, Demi. I thank God every day for bringing you into my life." Creina looked up into his emerald green eyes. She looked over at the clock and it read a little after six. "Would you like to cuddle and get a bit more rest before we have to get up at eight?"
"Of course, darling." Dimitri smiled and moved to her side. She put her back to him and leaned against his chest. Dimitri's breath could be felt and heard on her neck.
Creina fell back asleep as Dimitri held her. His mind wandered all over the place as he closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him.