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The jungle is sweltering hot, making Leon sweat through her clothes before they’re even halfway to their first stop. She pushes her fingers through her hair, hating how it sticks to her forehead and cheeks. She’s already gone through half of her water bottle and they have no idea when they can get more, but her fingers twitch as she tries not to reach for it again. They have a job to do, and as much as she appreciates having backup, she can’t just let herself lose focus.
Yet, of course she does. She snaps back to reality when there’s a loud curse behind her, and she turns just in time to see her new partner, Jack Krauser, eat dust. He’s tripped over something, ended up face-first into some weird looking plant that Leon really hopes isn’t poisonous as she’d have no idea to do that kind of first aid here without any proper supplies. “Jack?” she asks, stopping to wait for him to stumble back up. “You okay?”
Krauser grunts. “Aside from my pride?” he asks, giving her a glare.
She hasn’t known him long, but it’s clearly a joke despite his gruff exterior, so she huffs out a laugh. “Just try not to slow us down too much.”
They continue as they have, Leon taking point and Krauser right behind her. It’s been surprisingly easy, as if they’ve worked together forever, and she appreciates having someone there to back her up. As they make their way through the jungle, she can’t help but feel something’s off. She glances over her shoulder, and Krauser is clearly struggling, completely red in the face, eyes unfocused, sweating even more than he had before. He’s not feeling well, that much is obvious.
So Leon stops, turns to face him. “Do you need a break?”
As an answer, Krauser crosses the distance between them in three long strides. He doesn’t stop there, though, but keeps walking into her so that she has to move back, until her back hits the trunk of a large tree and he’s looming right in front of her.
Then he kisses her.
It’s rough, more than that, Krauser slamming their mouths together without warning, making Leon choke on a surprised breath. He’s pressing even closer to her, loops one thick arm under her knee so he can lift her up almost laughably easily. Under any other circumstances Leon would be all for it, and even now there’s an interested swoop in her stomach as being handled so easily is a massive turn-on. Then Krauser pulls back, looking at her from eyes blown completely black with lust.
“Jack?” Leon says, trying to struggle. “What the fuck is going on!?”
As an answer, Krauser grinds against her, letting her feel how hard he is. He’s probably massive, the bulge in his pants rubbing into Leon, and despite herself Leon chokes out a moan. Until she snaps back to it, doubling her efforts to break free. She punches his shoulder, tries to kick to make him let go, but all he does is slam her against the tree so hard she sees stars. She goes lax for a second, and he uses it to his advantage, practically ripping her pants open. Of course that doesn’t give him what he’s after, so he pulls his giant knife.
Leon’s eyes go wide, her heart stopping for a second. “No, Jack. No.”
She braces for the pain, but it never comes. He’s skilled with the knife as he slices her pants open, along with her underwear, a cool breeze hitting her hot pussy. She shivers at the sensation, but is immediately pissed off about her clothes, it’s not like she brought a spare set here. “Jesus Christ, you really had to—Fuck.”
Krauser has yanked his own pants open just enough to free his cock, and now that massive thing is pressing against Leon’s folds and she can’t stop the swirl of arousal that hits her. This is the worst idea in the history of bad ideas, and she forces herself to take a deep breath to calm down. Something has to be wrong, there’s no way that a soldier with Krauser’s track record would risk everything just for some pussy. She knows she’s attractive, but not that attractive.
There’s something about drugged about how Krauser acts, how his eyes look, how he’s breathing so raggedly. Her minds races to connect the dots, and she stops as she remembers the strange flowers. Maybe they were poisonous, but in a whole different way than she’d assumed? “J-jack,” she tries, still, hoping she can talk some sense into him. “You don’t want to do this. You—”
Krauser slams so deep inside of Leon, without a warning, that it hurts. She screams as her body clenches around the intrusion, and she’s sure she’ll be bleeding after this. At the same time he moves, his cock massive and pressing against all the right spots inside of her, and she never claimed she wasn’t a bit of a size queen. And then Krauser kisses her again, and it’s like… something… seeps into her consciousness.
Suddenly she feels hot in a whole different way, not in the it’s-a-thousand-degrees-in-here way but in the sense that she’s burning up inside with need and if she doesn’t get fucked right the hell now she’s going to die. She wants him to pump her full of cum, wants him to fuck her until she can’t walk, wants him to consume her until there’s nothing left.
Feverish, she opens and closes her mouth, a low whine escaping her as he starts to move, starts fucking her in earnest. He’s still stretching her too wide, so much that every thrust hurts, but there’s so much pleasure twined into the pain that she’s greedy for all of it, she wants more and more and more. She clings to his shoulders, moaning loudly as he slams in particularly deep, and impossibly she can already feel an orgasm building. All it takes is two more pumps of his hips and she’s screaming, so turned on she’s leaking with it, the slide of his cock turning slicker and easier.
As suddenly as Krauser attacked her earlier, he now lets go of her. He stumbles a little, going down on the ground with a thud, moaning as he brings a hand to his cock to jerk off furiously. He’s pawing at her, and her legs feel so wobbly she’s sure she can’t stay upright much longer. It’s now her turn to take an active role, and without permission from her brain her body moves, pushing him until he’s sitting back against the tree trunk.
Without hesitation, she climbs into his lap, grabs his strong shoulders, and holds her breath as she sinks down on his cock. It’s still a bit of a stretch, even with how he fucked her just minutes before, and she moans as she lets her head dip forward and squeezes her eyes shut to focus on every single inch of that. He’s so big it’s almost painful, and she curls her fingers, her nails digging into his flesh.
“C’mon, little girl,” Krauser drawls into Leon’s ear, going from completely mute to suddenly unable to shut up. Usually those words would be enough to make Leon rip a man’s throat out, with her bare hands, but for some reason all she does now is moan, her body tightening around him as if it’s the thing she was meant to do. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Fuck your pretty little cunt on my cock.”
“You suck,” Leon growls, but she does as she’s been told.
“Your little pussy is so tight for me,” Krauser groans “So hot. Were you a virgin before this?”
The notion of it is so ridiculous Leon barks out a laugh, but for some reason her stupid brain still thinks this is hot. What the hell is this drug that’s coursing through her veins, making her such a slut for the porn talk.
“Yeah, you were, weren’t you,” Krauser goes on, using his grip on her hips to guide her in the movements, making her pick up the pace. “Tight and unused. Waiting for my cock to fill you up. Waiting for me to pump you so fucking full of my cum you’ll feel it for a week. Want me to do that? Want me to fuck you raw and fill you up? Make you mine.”
He grips her hips so hard it bruises and snaps his hips up, fucking into her wet heat over and over again. All she can do is whimper and moan and take it. “Yes,” she breathes out, only realizing she’s speaking when the words fall from her lips. “Yesyesyes, fill me up. Please, Jack, please.”
“You need to work for it,” Krauser says but he sounds so breathless he’s bound to be seconds from snapping. His hands are holding onto her like a vise, and she’s trembling all over, her body going taut on his cock as she’s shaking through another orgasm already. Her body is begging for more, begging to be bred, and she whimpers pathetically as she tries to keep moving her hips.
“Jack,” she whispers, voice barely audible. “Fuck me. Claim me.”
She’s so tired she can’t even move a muscle, trembling all over, but she needs more like she needs air to breathe, and as he springs to action again she feels a rush of relief. He flips her over, onto her hands and knees, and as he elbows buckle from under her she ends up face first in the ground. He takes it slow, letting her feel every single inch of his cock as he pulls back agonizingly leisurely, and pushes back in equally as slow.
Leon is dying, and it’s the sweetest way to go.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be ruined for everyone else,” Krauser whispers right into her neck, scraping his teeth over hot skin, before sinking them down into her flesh so hard he’s probably drawing blood.
Leon’s cunt throbs with how good it feels and she whimpers, pressing her face into the crook of her arm. She’s begging for it shamelessly, asking for him to take her, spurring him on with every single word that falls from her. She already is ruined for anyone, for everything, she only wants him to spread her on his cock for the rest of her life. She wants him to use her until there’s nothing left.
And he does. He fucks her so hard every single thrust jolts her forward, her cheek scraping against the rough ground, the terrain digging into her skin uncomfortably. She’s just along for the ride, ass up and face in the literal dirt, and when he finally starts to fill her with cum she’s begging even louder. He grunts and growls as he pumps into her, copious amounts of cum spilling inside of her and then down her thighs, ending up in a puddle on the ground.
Even then she needs more. She’s dying for more.
“There you go, little girl,” Krauser croons in her ear, and again instead of hating it she’s going pliant and needy, ready to promise she’s anything he needs her to be. “I’m going to fill you up, in every single way possible.” He kisses her neck, grabs her waist in his huge hands, making her whimper.
Impossibly, he still doesn’t go soft. He sits back, pulling her along, and it forces his cock even deeper inside of her. Weakly she moans, twitching in her place, slumping heavily back against his chest. “Good girl,” he praises, “my pretty little princess. Made for my cock.”
Leon is so exhausted she could pass out on the spot. Yet all she does is moan. “Y-yes,” she stutters. “Made for you.”
As Krauser starts slowly fucking her again, she can’t hold back anymore. Her eyes roll back in her head, and her world goes black.