Once he established a rhythm he let go of her hips, where he'd been anchoring himself with an intensity, and, with one hand, started playing with her clit and, with the other, with her nipples.
She was just laying back, too exhausted to move, content to stay on her back and still be looking into his eyes, happy to let him do all the work and just enjoy the waves of pleasure he kept giving her from those 3 different sources and from knowing that it was HE that was doing it to her, that it would be HIS baby that she would carry and give birth to, that HE was the one that survived with her, that HE was the only human left with her on this barren planet.
Soon, his hands abandoned their posts and he stilled, just being still in her body, while he started undoing the remnants of her uniform.
By now she'd regained enough strength to help him and she did so.
Finally she was naked and he transferred his attention to his own clothes, soon being naked from waist up.
Then he slowly slid out of her, causing her to issue a protesting whimper at the sudden feeling of emptiness and loss. He quickly shed the rest of his clothes and was back with her in a flash.
With a gentle nudge he had her turned over on all fours and suddenly she was filled to bursting with him again. This time her eyes rolled in their sockets at the depth he achieved in this position.
Then he started thrusting inside of her, but this time it was not as gentle as before, it was more primal and their grunts and the slurping sounds of him sliding in and out of her well lubricated sheath were loud in the still evening mountain air.
Maybe it was the circumstances, maybe it was the feelings that the knowledge that they were alone on this planet, that they were trying to create a baby, that she was the only woman on the planet left (privately he was glad that he'd been left with a woman, especially with this woman, than with a guy, otherwise he was sure he would've eventually killed himself from loneliness, from missing what only love can give), that she'd been one of his closest friends in the previous world too (he couldn't imagine being left with anyone else, to have to do what they were doing, to do this with a stranger), maybe it was the feelings that he'd had for her even during 'before', but had suppressed, it didn't matter what, but it had never before felt like this, he had never before felt like this while engaging in this physical past-time, never before had this activity felt this delicious, fantastic, fulfilling, great.
He admired and caressed her flawless back, her perfect, smooth, supple and firm skin, glistening with sweat in the dying light, with her moans echoing in the night.
Moments before he would've climaxed he pulled most of the way out and pinched the root of his erection, preventing his ejaculation. After a minute or a two to recover he started again. As she'd already climaxed 2 times, it was taking her longer this time, so he was planning on crossing the finish line with her.
He closed his eyes and just let himself submerge in her sounds of passion, in her cries of 'more' and 'harder', her words of love, her heavy breathing and the kinky sounds her body made as he moved within her, so turned on she was producing copious amounts of her natural lubricant.
To distract himself from ending too quickly he thought back to the events that had led them to this.
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The conspiracy theorists had been right. The government had been hiding things.
Ugly things.
Things that eventually became fed up with this planet and came one day, while he and the woman who was now his life-mate were travelling home from an assignment through these mountains; and then these hostile forces had oblitterated all human life on the planet. They were the only two left alive of more than 6 billion people.
The reason why they hadn't been killed was unknown to them, but he theorised that the aliens could not detect them due to some exotic minerals this area was famous for. They were lucky they'd just been crossing this part of the country, of the planet, at the exact moment when the sky came down on Earth. Or unlucky, because they were left alone on an entire planet.
That was 10 months ago.
It'd taken them a month of searching for any survivors, a month of disappointment, grief over losing their friends, their whole planet, a month to come to terms with the horrifying truth that they were alone, completely alone.
It was a relief, however, when they'd realized that the aliens had taken all major power sources with them. The planet had been liberated of the danger of nuclear powerplants and anything powered by nuclear reaction, which included submarines and carriers and such and all nuclear warheads. The bastards apparently needed the radioactive materials. No reactor would melt down because it's handlers were not alive anymore, the planet would eventually revert back to it's pristine form and nature would overgrow what were once great cities and infrastructure.
Nature has a way of healing itself, but it still needs an outside force to help it.
And if they, and their descendants, were to survive, then they would need nature recovered, if not for anything else, then at least for the food forrests can provide.
In the end they'd decided to come back to this mountain that had protected them, that had saved their lives, even though they still weren't sure whether to be thankful for it or not. The question whether to stay together or part their ways hadn't even come up, they had automatically chosen to stay together. Their chances of survival were better when together, and only the other's company was able to battle the loneliness.
And now, ten months later, they had finally come to terms with their situation and were forced to face with the fact that they had a duty to fulfill. A duty of greater proportions than any before. Contrary to their previous duty as members of a military that did not exist anymore, their end duty was no longer to take lives, but to give life. They'd been given a duty of proportions that no other human being had ever had before. Except for the first two homo sapiens sapiens, of course. It was also doubtful that those two had even realized the enormity of their situation, given that they still weren't capable of much thinking past their instincts and urges. That would only come later, as the species progressed.
It was left to them to repopulate this planet with humans, giving the human race a new start and hopefully a smarter start with a future where it wouldn't commit the same stupid mistakes.
Which led to their finally having to face their feelings for each other, feelings that had been hidden for so long, even to themselves. It had made the whole thing easier, the idea of becoming sexually involved, because it meant it wouldn't be just sex with the intention of repopulating Earth, but it would be making love with the intention of creating a baby, a progeny that would make them immortal. Something which would've been their intention also had human life not been destroyed, once they'd faced their feelings for each other in their previous lives.
Which is how they came to be making love on their mountain, in their uniforms, as a way of saying goodbye to what they'd once been. They would be making a visit to the local (abandoned) base soon to stock up on everything they would need. But until then, they had something important to accomplish.
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Finally he sensed that she was near and he turned her around urgently, needing to look into her eyes as they went over the edge, his hand again going to her clit and the other pulling at her nipple, stretching her breast, adding just enough pain to her pleasure that her arousal sky-rocketted.
When he sensed she was at the thresh-hold and he could hold on no more he pinched her clit once roughly and then she went off like the big bang, screaming so loudly that he was sure people in the next valley over could hear her, had there been any people but them left.
With her muscles milking him he could hold on no longer and he heaved a mighty push, pushing past her cervix and started spraying thick ropes directly into her womb.
Just before he collapsed on top of her he managed to ball up his shirt and put it under her hips, propping them up, to help with keeping his sperm inside her so it could do it's job. Then his muscles and joints all turned to puddle and he collapsed on top of her, still lodged within her, as the millions of microscopic sperms raced towards her fertile egg to create the next generation, the progeny of a new world.
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