"We Who Have Seen War, Will Never Stop Seeing It...
In the Silence of the Night...
We Will Always Hear the Screams."
Joe Gallaway
Sounds of war, faint at first, soon grow louder...
With echoing screams that accompanied them
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"...ON THE RIGHT!"
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"WATCH YOURSELF!"
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"JAP PATROLS...TAKE COVER!"
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"MEDIC!"
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"MAMA! MAMA! IT HURTS SO BAD!"
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"GRENADE! TAKE COVER!"
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"I DON'T WANNA DIE, I DON'T WANNA DIE!"
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"NEVER SURRENDER! FIGHT TO THE END!"
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"DAX ON YOUR LEFT!"
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DAX!
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Dax!
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"Dax!"
In an instant, Dax shot up at the sound of his name being urgently whispered in his ear. In another instant, Dax grabbed hold of the hand that had a firm grasp of his shoulder as it shook him gently. The next instant, Dax was straddling the unseen person's chest, hand raised with claws out and ready as a snarling growl escaped his muzzle.
"DAX!" a frightened feminine voice screamed in the darkness, actually making the silver-furred wolf pause in his actions.
"IT'S ME BABY!"
After taking a moment to steady his breathing, Dax then took the time to allow his mismatched eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room he was in. Before long Dax was able to take in the familiar surroundings of the New York hotel he was staying in to kick of a lavish shore leave that the rogues and their three co-squadrons were staying at, the Waldorf-style wallpaper popping from the sudden light that flooded the space from the lamp on the side-table.
However, the light also provided Dax a view of what he could only describe as a cursed sight...
Sweets, his lovely girlfriend, her gorgeous cream-colored body half-naked in a simple bra and pair of panties, pinned to the bed as he straddled her waist, tear-filled eyes wide in terror...
And upon noticing the claws protruding from his fingertips, Dax was hit with the horrifying realization of what he had almost done.
Quickly moving himself off of Sweets, Dax moved to the edge of the bed they were sharing, sitting his tail end down as he did. With that, his exposed back, his only for of cover on his body being a pair of boxers, slumped over as his arms fell limply across his thighs. But, from where Sweets sat, having pulled herself up from he previous position, she could see Dax bring his hands up to his face.
Then she heard...
The pained sobs of her love.
Moving quickly, Sweets crawled over to her hurting love. When she reached him, she gently circled her arms around his neck, her chest pressed against her back as she began to shush the tormented pilot, his shoulders shaking with each sob as big, salty tears stained the fur on his cheeks.
"I'm sorry," he finally spoke through his sobs.
"SHHH," Sweets cooed as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, "it's not your fault...Now breath with me."
Sweets had realized from the moment Dax first lashed out of the deck of the Enterprise that he was dealing with Shell Shock. But it wasn't until after Iwo Jima that she and the others found out that he had frequent episodes of war-flashbacks, his mind making him relive each horrifying memory of what eh experienced. But luckily, Sweets had develop a copping mechanism for Dax...
Meditation.
Before long, Sweets guided Dax through their regular practice when he had an episode.
Breath in through the nose for eight seconds...
Release for ten...
Breath in...
Breath out...
And so it went for five minutes.
Before long, Dax's sobs had subsided, a calm expression sweeping over his face as his eyes drifted to the special woman in his life, from her caring brown eyes to her creamy fur, to her fierce determination on battle, and to her caring personality.
In an instant, Sweets found herself pulled into a deep passionate kiss as her boyfriend turned around. Before long, the female pilot found herself on her back as Dax hovered over her. At that moment, all Sweets could do was moan as let her hands roam over Dax's muscular figure, all while his hands caressed her womanly curves.
Then Dax pulled away...
And uttered three words that made tears of join fall from her eyes.
"I Love You."
And to Dax's surprise, Sweets rolled them over, allowing her to straddle his waist as she planted her lips hard on his, putting all she had into this one embrace, before pulling away and giving a response.
"I Love You Too," she began with a loving smile, a smile that soon became quite...
Devious.
"...My Big HANDSOME Daddy."
And just as she said this, Dax's eyes widened as he saw Sweets begin to remove her undergarments. The sight alone lit some in the silver wolf, who quickly, and with great eagerness, removed his boxers and looked at Sweets's perfect body, from her breasts, which were nice, round and firm, to her pussy was already damp from excitement.
"If you think I'm going to stay on the bottom, you're gravely mistaken," Dax smiled and with very little effort, the silver wolf was back on top of Sweets.
They kissed each other again, more passionately than before as they held each other closer, her breasts pressing firmly against Dax, he could feel her nipples getting harder as they rubbed against his course fur. In the end, this proved too much for Dax, for in an instant, he pushed his monster dick right into her pussy, leaving it there for a moment, relishing the warm and tight cavern as it engulfed his dick. He then began pumping himself back and forth into her body, first slowly to get her body used to his large erection, only to start going faster when he felt it was time to do so.
Sweets held him close to her body, her nails digging into his back, giving him small scratches, as she began to scream into his ear, saying sexually explicit things that didn't just surprise Dax, but her as well; she didn't even know she could say such things before. This only made Dax more excited and began fucking her harder and saying bad things to her as well. He never called a woman a slut in bed before, but he suddenly found himself saying it to her; he was relieved to see that Sweets enjoyed being called that.
They turned over and Sweets was now on top of him. Dax just laid there, and watched as Sweets was bouncing around his dick, and watching her big tits bouncing around. At one point, Sweet's movement s became so violent that her hands were firmly holding her headboard as she began to go faster, all while Dax's hands were holding her hips, he tried to keep her steady, but with the way she was bouncing around wildly, he was afraid she was going to bounce off his dick.
After a while, he got her on her back again and forced himself to go harder and faster than he ever has with any woman before her. Sweets was in great pain from the pounding she was receiving, but it was the best kind of pain she could feel and wanted more of it. Before she knew it, an orgasm surged through her body, and she let out an ear-piercing scream that momentarily distracted Dax from his performance. He got her to cum one more time before he started to get that feeling that he was going to finish himself. He managed to get a few more minutes of fucking before he slammed his fat knot into her tight pussy with a pop, the silver wolf finally exploding his cum right into her pussy.
"Wow, Dax..." Sweets moaned as she rubbed her stomach, the feeling of a faint, tubular bulge and the warm feeling of hot spunk flowing into her making her shudder in delight.
"I never knew you were so good at this."
He looked at her with a smile.
"I still have more left in me," he growled.
"Then lets really fuck like there is no tomorrow," Sweets replied as she rolled onto her hands and knees, sticking her perfect heart shaped ass out at him, Dax wasting no time as he quickly grabbed her hips and slammed himself into her once more.
"FUCK!" she shouted, but immediately began to slam her ass back on Dax's penis, never feeling so full, so filthy, so completely consumed. She was fucking her boyfriend! SHE WAS A SLUT!
"Fuck, fuck, fuck-oooh, Dax, you feel so good! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me so good! Oooh—"
Dax laughed and slapped Sweets's ass as he plowed her doggy-style, taking no prisoners as he slammed again and again into her tight, wet hole.
"That's it, Sweets," he grunted, reaching down to grab at her hair, pulling back until her body arched even more into his.
"The good girl bitch getting fucked while on shore leave. You know who you are now, don't you? You know this is what you want. What you need."
"YES!" Sweets cried, eyes closed in ecstasy at the feeling of Dax's huge cock inside of her, cramming her full over and over again, and her pussy clamped and spasmed around him. She was so close. So close!
"I'M A SLUT! I'm such a slut, Dax, and I need your dick and your cum! I need you to use me and degrade me and make me earn your spunk! I want to serve and fuck you for the rest of my life! I WANT IT ALL!"
"Yes, you do, you greedy bitch," Dax laughed, yanking her hair back again.
"Big Daddy Dax is going to pump you full with so much cum."
"Yes, Dax! PLEASE! My pussy needs it!"
"Look into my eyes and tell me what a whore you are, Sweets. How much you regret making… ME wait to have your pussy."
"I'M A WHORE!" Sweets babbled looking into his mismatched eyes.
"I'm Dax's whore! I'll service his dick or pussy I'm told to. Big Daddy Dax owns me, and I need it! PLEASE!"
"What do you need, Sweets?" Dax asked, pulling harder on her hair.
Sweets screamed in pleasure as she felt Dax's knot rub against her clit, the intense feeling sending her into another mind-numbing orgasm.
"CUM! I NEED YOUR CUM! Please fill my pussy, Dax! I need to be marked by your big dick! Fuck your slut, knock me up, whatever you want! FUCK ME, BIG DADDY!"
"That's right," Dax said, fucking her faster, harder.
"I own you. I own every inch of you, Sweets. You're nothing but a slave for dick. A good-for-nothing slut. You'll never look at other men for sex. You're my whore, now and forever."
Part of Sweets knew what he said was true, her life suddenly taking in new meaning, and that new meaning was to use her body as a service to Dax as many times as possible. She'd spent so many years playing the part of the good, decent woman, the upright lady. Now she wanted to be laid down, upside down, backward, and sideways with Dax for as long as they were together. And maybe some pussy too. She could see herself doing and trying just about anything if ordered to. She was a submissive slut, and she needed to be used and fucked.
Dax had showed her the truth. He'd seen it all along.
"DAX!" she cried, and Dax's dick roughly pounded her again and again.
Her tongue lolled out, and she tasted some of the sweat running down her face. Below, her tits bounced with each swift stroke.
This was Sweets's true nature.
"I'm...I'm...I'm cumming again, Dax!" she shouted.
"Fuck-fuck-so good-so good—I'm-I'm-AHHH!"
Sweets's whole body convulsed, cumming harder than she ever had in her entire life or knew she could. Her whole body went limp, unable to even hold herself up, but Dax never stopped fucking her. He continued to ram into her from behind as she lay across the bed like a ragdoll, just a hole for his pleasure. Harder and harder he slammed into her, until finally, he too gave another loud roar as his knot slipped back into her.
"FUCCCCCCCCK!" he yelled, bottoming out deep into her pussy, where Sweets could feel his beautiful big dick filling her with cum, the orgasm that she thought was over started up anew as she felt him cum in her, and she twitched and shuddered beneath him, babbling her thank yous, saying how happy she was, how good she felt, his good little bitch who was now just a slut to be filled with his jizz.
When he was spent, Dax rolled over onto his side and pulled Sweets into a hug. Her right leg draped over his and she left her hands roam across his strong body. The two of them then shared a passionate kiss.
"Was I too rough with you, Sweets?" Dax asked.
Sweets shook her head.
"No, I loved it."
Soon the two pilots fell asleep, dreaming of flying together, with a baby in their arms.
The Stork Club
Manhattan, New York City
April 11, 1945
Well, the four squadrons were certainly enjoying themselves. In fact, many couldn't believe that Sam was able to call in a favor to his old buddy from the Naval Academy, the son of the president himself, to swing him and his squad mates a lavish, month long shore leave in New York, New York. Hell, they were prepared to call him a liar when he said ole FDR Jr. put him in touch with the old man himself. But, in the end, they were far from complaining, as they were now having a swinging time, especially Kate and Lilly, the two now happily dancing with their handsome boyfriends, Humphrey, Garth, and the rest of Alpha and Omega Squadrons having been shipped home indefinitely, what with the krauts in full retreat in Europe.
And now, now the best of the best could enjoy a night on the town or choose to spend it at one of the lavish clubs in the city, put on reserve for the special party being held in their honor. Even Dax was able to call in a favor to a certain koala and saluki, who happily had their Troupe work as the main entertainment of the night, with Johnny bringing plenty of life to the party as belted out a favorite ditty with the club's jazz band.
"If You're Blue, and You Don't Know Where to Go To
Why Don't You Go Where Fashion Sits?
Puttin' on the Ritz.
Different Types of Wear a Day Coat,
Pants with Stripes and Cutaway Coat, Perfect fits,
Puttin' on the Ritz."
The bar was alive with activity.
Mugs clinked as toasts were made at the counter or various tables.
Billiard Balls clacked as they hit each other on the pool table.
Moans sounded from couples making out in shaded corners.
And shoes pounded on the floor as Johnny was joined on the chorus by his fellow performers.
"Dressed Up Like a Million-Dollar Trooper,
Trying Hard to Look Like Gary Cooper (super-duper),
Come, Let's Mix Where Rockefellers Walk with Sticks or Umbrellas in their Mitts,
Puttin' on the Ritz."
At the Bar, King sat with Sam and Cain, each dressed in their dress uniforms, being the double-breasted navy tunic, or the simple green of an army officer, sipping at a mug of beer as they watched the others have a good time. They even smiled at the sight of Cody, dressed in the same manner of attire as them, dancing with his daughter, now his only child, as reminded by the picture of Daniel he always kept in his breast pocket. The three males found it adorable the way the girl, clad in a violet, floral-pattern, knee-length dress, would balance herself on her father's feet when a slow song came on, almost as if she were just a little tyke.
But now, there was Cody twirling his little girl around, the smile on his face a refreshing change from the one of sorrow he constantly wore since…that day.
And not far from the father and daughter Duo was Tony, the leader of Alpha Squadron dancing with the lovely leader of Husky Squadron, the two clearly having a great time. And every once in a while, Aniu's son and his wife would swing over, trading partners. And as for Balto and Jenna's kids, well, they were more interested in sucking face with their partners rather than dancing.
Elsewhere, Dax, with Sweets close by, was shooting pool with Rex and Claws and her boyfriend Scar.
"Alright you mugs," Dax smiled as he took aim at the solid color ball before him.
"Five bucks says I nail this one in the corner pocket."
Rex pulled out some money and placed it on the table.
"You're on," he said.
Dax sent the white ball flying right into his target ball, sinking it in the corner pocket.
Close by, Lt. Eric "Scars" Mahoney of Alpha Squadron smiled as he pulled out a fifty-dollar bill.
"Fifty says I can knock three of my balls and the 8 ball into the middle pocket," he said, getting a shocked look from his fellow pilots.
"You're on," Sweets, Dax and Claws said at once.
Well, Scars nailed his shot and won the game. The others paid him his winnings and got ready for another game.
Samson and Delilah had opted out of the party, wanting instead to spend time with each other.
And everyone knew what that meant.
Hell, one would assume the two where rabbits based solely on their libido.
And the rest of Angel Squadron danced the night away with several sailors who were also on leave. But there were a few other, less "conventional" couples dancing around. Dax actually smiled as he saw none other than his favorite wolf and saluki dance together, Porsha and Cherry having a swell time, as evident by the quick pecks they gave each other, as well as Jake and Duke, the two enterprise engineers actually just dressed in their civies. It turns out, Sam had pulled few more strings, actually getting the two's superiors, as well as their lion boyfriend on leave as well, Alex and Marty taking turns in sharing Gia as a dance partner. And while Sam felt it a shame that he couldn't get the girls of Burrow or Huntress Squadrons to New York with their fellas, he knew they were definitely enjoying their leave at Pearl, especially Judy and Nick.
But, back at the bar, King noticed a particular female Colonel, dressed in very lovely red blouse and black slacks, sauntered up to him the moment Johnny sang the next stint of his number.
"If You're Blue, and You Don't Know Where to Go To
Why Don't You Go Where Fashion Sits?
Puttin' on the Ritz.
Different Types of Wear a Day Coat,
Pants with Stripes and Cutaway Coat, Perfect fits,
Puttin' on the Ritz."
"Care to dance, Commander?" Eve teased as her tail swiped from side-to-side, a soft giggle escaping her throat as she saw King's do the same as he quickly rose from his stool.
"Thought you'd never ask, Colonel."
"Dressed Up Like a Million-Dollar Trooper,
Trying Hard to Look Like Gary Cooper (super-duper),
Come, Let's Mix Where Rockefellers Walk with Sticks or Umbrellas in their Mitts,
Puttin' on the Ritz."
Within minutes, the whole bar was hooting and hollering at the sight of the two officers moving to the beat of the music. And at such a speed that one would assume they were still in their youths. It was also very clear that there was something "far-from-professional" between the two officers.
But no one said a word...
Not even Kate and Lilly, who could only smile as King dipped their mother at the song's end, the latter's eyes going wide, only to fall as her strapping dance partner planted a playful kiss on her lips. This resulted in a chorus of cheers, wolf-whistles, and catcalls from the entire room, some of the other couples following suite. The two prominent same-sex couples did so without abandoned…and no one nearby batted an eye. Junior had even relayed to Sam that the approval rating for Equal Protection in the country was up to 81% since it went into effect.
As the others, the performers included, applauded the main show of Eve and King in the center, Sam and Cain's attention were soon drawn to Terra as she walked seductively to the Rogue Lieutenant, pecking his lips as soon as she reached him. And surprisingly enough, Cain wasn't bothered by this. In truth, he had come to accept that there would never be anything between him and Terra, but was still satisfied to see her happy, as evident by what she said next.
"Care to escort a TIPSY Lady home, Lieutenant?"
Both males chuckled at this.
"Certainly Captain," Sam responded with a sly smile as he got up and offered his arm to Terra. And as the two left, Sam sent a playful jab toward Cain.
"You'll find someone Cain. You're still good looking, VERY handsome...God you make me sick."
"AH! Get outta here you little wise ass," Cain said with a laugh, accepting the Captain's humor warmly as he watched the Rogue walk the Angel home. But, as he did, Cain couldn't help but notice that Tony and Aniu were staring in his direction, the leader of Alpha squadron with a sly smile and the Husky leader a more flirtatious one. Before long, both would give Cain a hell of a proposition.
Unfortunately for Sam and Terra, they didn't make it very far the moment the blonde male heard a familiar voice from behind him.
"Well, fancy meeting you again, handsome."
Turning on his heels, Sam offered a warm smile to the porcupine he had met three years ago. And if he was being honest, she looked even more lovely in her attire that pretty much matched Eve, as opposed to the fatigues she wore in Hawaii.
"Hello again Ash," Sam responded, offering his hand to the shorter porcupine. Hell, she was even a head shorter than Terra. And speaking off, Sam noticed that Terra seemed to be studying the porcupine with a mixture of curiosity…and caution. And given the fact that Ash bypassed the offered hand, opting instead for a massive hug, Sam was almost certain a cat fight was about to start. But, to his surprise, given the eagerness by which the porcupine was hugging her man, Sam was relieved to see her offer an encouraging smile, especially when he remembered how he had told Terra of his first encounter with Ash.
"So, this is the famous Ash?"
Turning to the source of the new voice, Ash sent a teasing smile toward Terra, both girls soon shaking hands as Sam guided them to a nearby booth, far from the party. And needless to say, they both actually provided some decent privacy for what Sam was about to discuss with Ash.
"Has Gunter heard anything else from his uncle?' Sam inquired, his voice low and his gaze neutral, his question immediately causing Ash's smile to fall, as well as Terra's as she too was curious about the undercover MI6 agent Ash's porcine co-star was in contact wit. Unfortunately, Ash's expression was quite grim.
"All I know is they've liberated several of the Concentration Camps."
Terra shivered at this, having been told of these dreadful places by her boyfriend.
"That's it?" Sam inquired, slightly irked that that was all Ash had to say, the porcupine offering a shrug in response.
"Gunter hasn't spoken to his uncle in ten months."
This caught Sam's attention as he leaned in.
"Why?"
Ash leaned in as well, her voice soft, but still loud enough for the wolf couple to hear.
"Back in July, Gunter told me that his Uncle Hans was involved in a very secret project…a plot."
At that moment, Sam and Terra's eyes went wide, both immediately realizing what Ash was getting at.
And it was Terra who voiced her thoughts.
"He was involved in that plot to kill Hitler, wasn't he?"
"He was," Ash replied solemnly.
"As you know, the plan failed, and the ringleaders rounded up and executed. However, Gunter said that he managed to correspond with his uncle for a month after before he received a final letter from his uncle say that he was going to attempt to flee Germany by meeting an MI6 contact at the English Channel and try not to contact him until Gunter hears from him first…he hasn't heard anything since."
For a solid minute, the group just sat in silence, the only sound being made coming from the slow song that the jazz band was playing. But even as they sat in silence, Terra couldn't help but notice that Ash was trying subtly steel some glances at Sam, the porcupine occasionally biting her lip as she tried to sneak her way around the half-barrel booth to Sam. And while Sam was certainly oblivious, Terra was not. But, to Terra's own surprise, she wasn't even mad. In fact…
She was turned on.
Turned on at the fact that this clearly horny porcupine was attracted to her man, who only just noticed Ash's change in position when he felt a small hand caress his thigh.
"A-Ash?" he nervously inquired, only to try his hardest to suppress a startled gasp as Terra suddenly grabbed his clothed crotch, shocking the Lieutenant and Ash greatly.
"You want him, don't you?" Terra cooed to Ash, the porcupine soon panting as her lustful eyes met Sam's hesitant ones.
"I've wanted him since Hawaii."
And what Terra did next settled it all.
"Then why don't you join us," she huskily whispered into Ash's ear, gently nibbling it before quickly leaving the booth, followed by Terra and a now very excited Sam, who, as discreetly as he could, prepared to lead them out of the club and back to the hotel, the dancing and loud music from the band distracting the other patrons in the club form their departure as the Moon troupe, or at least what remained, being the two pigs, elephant and gorilla, mingled with the crowd.
But if one was to travel back to where the club had its dressing rooms for the entertainment, and peak through the crack of one door, the would be able to see Buster and Suki, the saluki's legs draped over her husband's shoulders as he fucked her without abandon, the slick, warm tightness if her pussy sending him to great heights as the koala, in nothing but his socks and garters, made long, powerful thrusts, making his completely nude wife's busty tits bounce around, the marsupial actually catching one in his mouth as he fervently sucked, nibbled and licked the excited nipple, which actually secreted a little bit of nourishing milk, a clear sign that the faint bump appearing on Suki's stomach was not a result of a glutenous diet. But, in the next room
But the two were not the only members of the troupe who were enjoying themselves. For right smack dab in the middle of the next room, using their clothes as a sort of blanket for their lesbian escapade, were Cherry and Porsha, the two girls moaning without abandon as the their hot pussies crashed against each other as their legs scissored together, the two mesmerized by their small, but still round tits, both reaching forward to grope and caress the young breasts as the wet smack of their sopping slits resonated throughout the room…And out the open window that led to the only.
In the end, Porsha and Cherry's moans were indistinguishable from the moans of Tony, Cain and Aniu, the busty white wolf's curvy but fit form sandwiched between the two studs. And oh how the experienced female loved the feeling of her busty d-cups rubbing against Tony's bare chest as he pummeled her pussy, all while Cain reamed her ass, the two males unforms and shirts opened to expose their fit frames as their pants pulled around their ankles. And needless to say, the three were not at all bothered at being briefly caught in the act by a certain trio of two wolves and a porcupine as they went to have their own fun.
Not far off was a small motel that Samson and Delilah had come to spend the night, the brown furred wolf unable to contain his excitement as he and his girlfriend entered their room.
"I'm going to get cleaned up," Delilah said with a naughty look in her eyes.
And as Delilah vanished into the bathroom for a bath, Samson got things ready, setting up bottle of Delilah's favorite wine on ice. And once all was said and done, he was sitting on the floor when Delilah came out of the bathroom. He saw that she had decided not to get dressed, preferring to wear a long soft terry cloth robe to cover her otherwise naked body. Her hair was still damp from the shower as she walked into the room. And as Samson looked at his girlfriend, his heart skipped a beat. It was as if he were seeing her for the first time. And for some reason, she looked incredibly beautiful tonight with no makeup or sexy clothes on and her hair still wet from the shower.
Delilah was still tired and tense, but she was looking forward to their quiet evening. And as the evening went on, she and Samson drank several glasses of wine as they talked and laughed. Delilah felt the tension draining from her. No matter how tough it got outside, she always had Samson to give her comfort. And as she sat on the floor, she watched her boyfriend, a true stud who would probably ask her to marry him and then they would have children of their own. Delilah sighed and pictured Samson as a father, playing with their kids. She was certain that he would be a good father and husband. And the thought made her heart swelled with pride and love.
"Uh... Delilah, you're drooling," Samson said.
"Oh... I'm sorry. I was a million miles away. I think I've had enough wine for tonight."
"Okay. What about a shoulder massage?"
"That would be wonderful."
Samson moved the wine glasses out of the way and got on his knees behind his Delilah. He placed his strong hands on her shoulder muscles and started to squeeze.
"Wow, you are tense."
"Mmmmm. I know. That feels so good sweetie," Delilah said relaxing into his strong hands.
"Let me get to the skin," Samson said, pushing the soft robe down until her shoulders were bare. Even her shoulders are sexy, Samson thought as his hands went to work on her again, his thumbs tracing the white stripe that went down her otherwise charcoal-colored fur, the inspiration behind he rnickname.
"Oh Samson that's wonderful."
Soon Delilah felt so relaxed that she felt like she could almost go to sleep. As she swayed slightly back and forth, she felt Samson's hands move across her shoulders and down toward her chest. She smiled as she felt him gradually move his fingers to the upper swells of her breasts. She leaned back into him and let him have her breasts.
Samson wasted no time in capturing both breasts in his hands. He looked over her shoulder and watched as he massaged her chest as he had done her shoulders. However, there were no tense muscles there, only warm and pliant flesh.
Delilah moaned as he squeezed and massaged her breasts with his experienced fingers. She felt him take the nipples between his fingers and squeeze firmly. Then he pulled them up, lifting her heavy orbs. A little whimper escaped her lips and she moved her chest upward, following his fingers. Delilah's nipples were always very sensitive and had a direct line to her groin. She squeezed her legs together as little shock waves rushed down her body.
After a few minutes, Samson got up and turned off all but one soft light. Then he brought some pillows down from the bed. He put his arm around his girlfriend and pulled her down to lay with him. Her still uncovered breasts pressed to his chest as he pulled her close. At the perfect time, Samson turned to Delilah and brought his lips to hers. It was the first of many passionate kisses.
The body heat of the two began to climb rapidly as their kisses grew in intensity. It seemed so natural when Samson opened the belt on her robe and pushed it down to reveal the soft curves of her body. Samson stared in wonder. It seemed that each time he saw her naked, she looked more beautiful.
Samson began to pull all of his girlfriend's sexual strings. He had learned well from their first few romps, leaving her no defenses. He kissed her lips softly, moving up her neck and bringing chills to her warm body. Then his tongue touched her ear, circling it and leaving a wet trail behind.
"I love you Delilah," Samson whispered then began to kiss back down her neck. Moving slowly down, his tongue following the contours of her body until he reached the swells of her breasts. He placed gentle kisses across the smooth surface until he reached the nipple and then sucked one and then the other into his mouth. He used his fingers to tweak one nipple as his tongue licked the other.
Delilah was a moaning mass of quivering flesh by the time Samson got to the soft skin of her belly.
Samson knelt between her legs and lifted them onto his shoulders. He slowly bent to her center, kissing her soft and quivering thighs as he went. He teased her, denying her his mouth to the place she wanted it most. Up and down her legs he moved, even taking her toes into his mouth and sucking them. He knew that he was teasing his beloved to the brink of her endurance.
Finally, he spread her legs as wide as possible and paused, looking down at her pulsing sex. He could tell that she had just trimmed herself. Her pubic mound was smooth and soft. Samson's mouth practically drooled. With a little whine, he bent his head to her center.
"Oh Jesus Samson, oh God, oh God," Delilah moaned as she felt his tongue move up and down the smooth outer lips. He even pushed his tongue into the crease on each side, licking the sensitive flesh. His tongue worked around her swollen lips, barely touching them.
Samson pulled back and smiled at his beautiful girlfriend. He saw her eyes hooded over in denied pleasure. He reached down and gently opened her lips, exposing the now throbbing clit. He lowered his head and blew warm air on the little nub, watching it quiver with need.
"Oh God Samson, please," Delilah begged.
Samson didn't answer. Instead, he pushed her legs up to her chest, exposing her to him. He could see her tiny rear hole almost winking at him. They had never considered anal sexy before, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to ask sometime in the future. But the more he looked at it the tastier it looked. Suddenly, he felt the need to kiss it. His head bent quickly, before she could stop him and kissed the little hole, feeling it pulse under his lips.
"Oh my God Samson," Delilah almost screamed as she felt his tongue on her asshole, tickling her. "Samson, Samson, what are you doing?" she gasped.
If Samson even heard her, he paid no attention. His tongue licked around the hole, teasing the sensitive skin and felt it quiver. Then suddenly, he pushed it inside.
"Samsonnnnnnnn!" Delilah's hips bucked up into Samson's mouth as his tongue stretched her back passage. She had never felt anything like it. It was so nasty but oh so exciting.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."
Samson was proud of himself. He had found something his girlfriend hadn't yet experienced. His penis throbbed almost painfully in his shorts as he moved his tongue in and out of her hole. His saliva drooled down and around his girlfriend's stretched hole. Samson found that he loved the feel of her little hole and promised to come back there at a later time.
While the two horny wolves had fun in the motel, down by the pier on the East Village, King was looking at the view, but his mind was on something else, more specifically, the warmness of Eve's mouth wrapped around his dick, pulled through the fly of his pants as she sucked on it. Eve's tongue slid from the base to the head, causing King to moan.
"Oh, Eve," he said not taking his eyes off the wonderful sight of the New York night over the harbor.
"I guess you and Winston did this a lot?"
She spit his dick out and looked up at King, her eyes full of lust as she pulled down on her blouse, her huge double ds bouncing out before she wrapped her busty tits around the throbbing cock.
"I fucked him like a horny doe before my daughters were born," she confessed with pride as she got up and leaned against the railing, pulling her slacks down to the middle of her thighs before sticking her bare ass out at him.
"Come and get it big boy," she said shaking her ass at him.
King grabbed Eve's hips and slid his dick up into her pussy. The wonderful feeling of sex came back to the handsome Commander as he began to thrust hard into Eve with all his might, unaware that beneath them, fucking in the wet sand under the pier, were a trio of Navy personnel, comprising of two very horny felines, a lion and a chetah to be specific, and their hung zebra boyfriend
"Yes," Marty moaned, the feeling of the wet mouths and rough tongues sending him to great heights as Alex and Gia each enveloped the delicious, thirteen-inch rod in alternating, fell swoops, Marty's free hand quickly finding purchase on Gia's head, forcing her head down to the base, leaving Alex to suckle the striped engineer's balls. But luckily, Gia liked it rough. And for the next several minutes, she swirled her tongue around Marty's cock, the musky taste of the heavenly shaft making her taste buds tingle.
"Guys," Marty moaned, feeling a familiar stirring in his loins, "I'm gonna cum."
Marty then received a great surprise when Gia suddenly removed herself from his cock, the female quickly shoving him so that he was reclining against his own arms. And in a matter of seconds, Marty was met with the arousing sight of Alex hovering over him, lining his cock up with his ass, the officer wasting little time in slamming his hips down hard on his, his tight walls welcoming the aching shaft, the experienced lion's own ten-inch cock bouncing around wildly, Gia watching with an amused smile as she raked her hands on the lions flat, bet still well-defined chest and stomach as she sat on the zebra's face, the bi threesome enjoying their little romp.
As they fucked, Claw and Scars was in back of taxi. Neither one care if the driver knew that they were making love in the back.
"Claw – my gorgeous, sexy and marvelous beauty – I want you to have my baby. And I think you'll be much happier raising a child that takes after me rather than some loser."
Claw laughed, "Scars, you're so wicked."
Scars laughed back, but then got serious again. "So what do you say Claw? Want me to fuck you and cum inside that ripe young womb of yours so we can make a baby together?"
"Yes Scars. Yes I do."
Scars slammed his cock the rest of the way in. Claw yelped and her whole body shook. Scars then slid his cock out and slammed it in again. And again. And again. The whole time he starred into her eyes, looking like a man possessed. All Claw could do was gasp at the sensation of having my boyfriend fuck her with so much passion. And there she was, pinned under him with his cock pushed deep inside Claw's ovulating body, ready to plant the seed that would give her a baby.
Claw slumped right down in the car seat and pushed her hips up in the air so Scars could penetrate even deeper, almost balancing his body between his girlfriend's legs and having to put more weight onto his strong arms. He grinned his approval as he sunk even further into his girlfriend's pussy. And then suddenly Claw felt a new sensation.
"Oh wait, Scars! Slow down!"
"What? What is it Claw?" He stopped fucked her.
"No, don't stop Scars – please don't stop – but just go easy. I think your cock is touching my cervix!"
"Oh Claw, I'm in you deep. Just where a boyfriend should be."
Scars slowly slid his cock back in and gently pushed it in as deep as he could until once more Claw felt the tip press into somewhere deep inside her that was unbelievably sensitive. Scars felt it too, "Oh god Claw, that feels so good!"
Scars stayed like that for a few moments, with his cock gently nudging her cervix, and then he began slowly grinding his cock deep inside Claw, continuously pressing up against the sensitive and sacred entrance to her womb. This was mind-blowing. Scars was close to cumming and started to slide his cock in and out of Claw faster; careful to only brush up against her cervix every time it made contact.
Scars's eyes were dilated and he was almost growling with lust – he looked like a junkie, an addict, an insane person. A man about to impregnate the wolf he thought was the most beautiful woman in the world. He knew he loved her, and Claw loved him.
And then the orgasm hit her and Claw's world exploded in a blinding white light. Scars no longer had the ability to be slow or gentle and jackhammered his cock into her pussy, yelling, "That's right Claw! Cum for me! Cum for your boyfriend! Get ready to take my seed baby. Get ready!"
And then he threw his head back, slammed hard into Claw and bellowed loud as she felt a dozen streams of his cum ejaculate into her in quick succession, each blast going directly into his girlfriend's womb. And as he collapsed on top of her, with the cum that didn't make it inside, now running down the panting she-wolf's thighs.
Claw looked at her boyfriend. "I know that at least one of your sperms was probably well on the way to impregnating me, making me a mom-to-be to you my love." she said.
After maybe five or ten minutes, Scars climbed off Claw and silently did up his pants. She sat up, put both legs back into her panties, pulled them up and smoothed down the dress she had rented. Scars took two bottles of beer from the club he had brought with him and offered one to Claw. They both drank deeply and adjusted our clothes.
Scars broke the silence, "I love you Claw."
"I love you too Scars. That was just so...perfect."
"Holy smokes, it was. It really fucking was."
They both giggled like teenagers who had both touched each other for the first time. It then occurred to them that they had no idea how long they'd been in the taxi for. Scars tapped on the glass between the front and back seats to get the driver's attention. It turned out that the driver being the professional that he had been doing laps around a nearby block until the two lovers were done.
When they pulled up to their hotel, the cab driver jumped out and opened Claw's door for her. His face was red and sweaty, and he clearly had a massive erection. He'd watched everything. Scars pulled out his wallet and started taking out some money to give to the driver for his discretion.
"No need sir, you don't need to do that," said the driver. "That was one of the greatest things I've ever seen."
Scars clapped him on the back, "Good man."
"Sir, seriously. You are an inspiration."
"I see," said Scars. "Do you have a girlfriend of your own?"
"I do sir and she's recently turned 18."
"Oh I do see," said Scars. "Well, good luck with her and don't make the same mistake I did by waiting so long to confess your feelings."
With that, the two entered the hotel, where on the top floor, Colonel Mavericks daughters and their boys had decided to have little fun of their own…with a certain wolf/porcupine trio that had managed to catch leaving the Stork Club, as well as two Enterprise engineers.
"Stud like you must get girls all the time," Lilly teased Humphrey, the youngest of the Maverick sisters having added a little extra thrill to the night by convincing Kate to switch partners, the snow-white wolf riding Humphrey cowgirl on the lone couch in the hotel room.
"And a few guys," Humphrey teased back, sitting up as he grabbed Lilly's hips, bringing the female down harder on his cock, the action alone causing Lilly to reach her peak as she squirted all over Humphrey's pelvis and stomach, the young male brought to his own peak by the tightness of the female's contractions. And in a matter of seconds, Lilly let out a low moan of pleasure as Humphrey, clenching his eyes and teeth, pulled her hips down hard on his, forcing his knot in as he held them there, his balls sizing and relax as he began to pump copious amounts of cum into Lilly, the latter moaning loudly at the warm feeling flooding her core from the store of cum in Humphrey's balls.
Sitting by the duo was Kate, the older sister getting her face-fucked by Garth, all while stroking Duke and Jake, the latter of the three not caring that it was a woman doing it, the trio of men engaging in a group make-out sessions as their dicks were handled with seemingly expert care, the males getting jacked off eventually firing their loads onto Kate's face as the last emptied his balls down her throat and into her stomach.
By the foursome was Terra, the sepnt female rubbing her tingling, cum-filled pussy as she watched her loving boyfriend go to town on Ash, who looked like a regular cock-loving slut at this point, her tongue hanging out and her eyes rolled back as Sam held her in a full-body hold, the wolf's strong arms hooked under Ash's knees as he clutched his hands behind the porcupine's head, the wolf giving the admitedley busty girl a nice stomach bulge as he impaled him every inch of his meet, his balls slapping against her sensitive clit with each thrust until she came hard upon feeling Sam's engorged knot pop into her, her stomach distending slightly as she felt Sam cum deep inside of his cunt. Before long, the entire room was a cum covered mess, the participants well spent and cleaning either themselves or each other by means of towels, water, or tongues.
And by the time midnight pulled around, all of them were sleeping soundly, each having enjoyed some much needed passion in one night.
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Unfortunately...
The good times were not to last into the next evening.
April 12, 1945
Pre-Evening
Sam's ears perked up as he walked past Garth and Lilly's hotel room, the causally dressed Lieutenant preparing to join the other's outside for another night out.
But as he passed the aforementioned room, he picked up the sound...
Of Crying.
Walking cautiously through the cracked door, Sam's eyes instantly landed on Lilly, her violet dress-clad body curled in on itself on the floor as a silent radio sat near her, a clear sign that she was the only one who had heard the news that was upsetting her.
"Hey Snowball," Sam cooed softly, not wanting to startle the clearly emotional girl, "what's wrong...watcha crying for?"
Upon reaching the girl, Sam squatted in front of her, sitting on his calves as he tuned his ears in to listen to what Lilly might say...
And he didn't like it.
"He's dead."
Sam's breath hitched wondering who's death could have brought Lilly so much sorrow. Hell, the last time he saw her like that…well it was the day she learned she lost her father
"Who's dead, Lils?" Sam cooed gently, placing a comforting Hand on Lilly's Shoulder.
Bringing her head up, Lilly's tear-filled eyes met Sam's as she dropped the biggest bomb in the entire war.
"The President."
For ten seconds Sam just sat there, eyes wide in disbelief.
And in an instant, he bolted from the room to relay the news to the others.
Earlier that afternoon,
President Franklin Delano Roosevelt,
Age 63,
Had died of a sudden stroke.
Of the group, Sam and King felt it the hardest, the two having worked closely with the President early in the war.
But, with Roosevelt's death, there would come great tidings 18 days later.
April 30, 1945
"Hitler's Dead."
The room went silent as Dax relayed the news that had just come in over the wire.
"Bastard Shot Himself in Berlin."
And by her side, Terra heard Sam whisper...
"It's almost over."
And it soon would be...
U.S.S. Enterprise
Off the coast of Okinawa
May 7, 1945
The Germans Surrendered.
An official document would be signed the following day.
And as the squadrons celebrated V-E Day right there in Time Square, along with the taking of Hacksaw Ridge on the Japanese Home Island of Okinawa, Terra leaned in and whispered to Sam...
"Happy birthday, Love."
Well...It was a helluva birthday present for the now 25-year-old pilot.