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Germans had discovered their basement of homemade
explosives that the Résistance used for saboteur missions.
They were shot in the head while they watched the Germans
take most of their cows for the starving soldiers.
The group sat quietly watching the soldiers about the
abandoned house. Once they were sure no one was there and
nothing of value remained, they moved on.
"Since the Jerrys searched it already, maybe we can use it
and get some rest for an hour. I know I could use a few
minutes," Jones suggested to the small band.
"Yeah, we can stay here. I'll keep guard while you all get
some rest," Ares agreed. When Jones began to go, Ares
caught his arm. "Wait, could be mined."
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"No, it's not," Belle said, pointing to a cow grazing nearby.
They raced across the field to the little house. All the
windows were shattered and the siding was falling off. The
Germans had left behind little of the building. It stood as an
eerie sentinel to the desolate times that had befallen this
country.
Belle helped secure the area, assured no patrol lingered
nearby before they all got some rest. She lay atop a woollen
blanket in the barren room that was once a living room,
staring at the open door. Ares stood there watching,
protecting them. She longed to go to him, fall into his arms
and forget the horrors of the night. But she knew within her
heart, there was more to come.
Closing her eyes, she let sleep overtake her troubled mind
into a numbing unconsciousness.
* * * *
Moments later, Ares lay down next to her, his body heat a
welcome comfort compared to the hard floor. His hand sought
her shirt and slipped under the fabric to cup one breast.
"Jones and Jackson are scrounging up something to eat for
us."
She moaned. Her body came alive at his touch and the
sound of his voice. "Too bad they'll be back soon."
"I told them to take their time. And to knock before
coming in," he whispered in her ear, kissing her earlobe.
She turned her head and met his lips. She was hot, hungry
for his loving. She needed to feel the heat, to experience the
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joy of being alive. She wanted to lose a few moments within
his arms.
"Ares, I wish you'd..."
"Belle, sweetheart, I need to make love to you. Now."
"Oh, oui, mon chere. Si vous plait..." Her plea was
engulfed by his mouth, eager to taste her, and she arched up
to meet his desires.
He peeled off her blouse and skirt. With only her boots on,
she surrendered to his masterful touch. He took off his
clothes in rapid movements, anxious to bare himself to her.
Her hands mapped his body, each rippling muscle and pert
nipple, there for her enjoyment.
How she loved this man.
When skin covered skin, she thought she'd shatter
immediately. Such a pleasure to have him loving her. She
was in heaven, no matter where she was in reality. Whether it
was the godly bed with the thick silk coverlet or the barren
farmhouse, she didn't care. All that mattered was his body
intimately connected with hers.
She wanted more, quicker. "I need," she panted as he
flipped her over to straddle his hips.
"Show me..." he whispered as his hands gripped her
thighs. "Ride me."
She slid onto his cock and breathed a sigh. He filled her so
fully, his size a perfect fit into her sheath. "This feels
wonderful," she moaned as she moved her hips, taking him
deeper within.
"Sweetheart, you know how to fuck me ... by Zeus, you
feel like I've entered a key into the gates of paradise." He
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bucked beneath her, urging her to move fast. Then, he placed
a thumb at her crotch, searching for her clit, pressing her
further into ecstasy.
"You ... oh ... don't ... have ... to ... oh yes ... do ... that,"
she panted as she rode his erection, plunging him further to
the centre of her core. He needn't touch her nubbin to send
her higher. The head of his penis tapped at the mouth of her
cervix with each penetration.
"I want to give you pleasure," he said in husky voice.
"You do," she whimpered. "Ares, I've ... never felt so
wonderful."
He thrust up into her, and she screamed, climax just on
the horizon, barely out of reach. "You ... were ... meant ... for
... me," he said, panting between his words with each push.
Belle balanced on her knees and slammed down on his
cock, making him toss his head back in apparent ecstasy. She
paused in her thrusts, prolonging her orgasm and wiggled her
ass, moving him side to side within her.
"Oh, fuck," he cried. "You're torturing me, sweetheart."
She giggled as she slowed her movements, relishing his
length and width inserted into her body. She reached behind
her and fingered his balls. "That's the point. Want to come,
mon chere?"
"Yes!"
"Tell me you love me," she said as she resumed her
rhythmic ride upon his penis.
"I love you, sweetheart. You know that by now."
"And I love you too, Ares."
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They came together, a mutual joining based in love born
from the misery of war. She screamed as her body rode the
spasms of rapture, sensations only this man could create
within her body.
Belle arched her back, drawing out her own orgasm as
Ares pumped his semen into her, and she relished the
streaming hot liquid. It was a moment she'd never forget,
passion and love amid sadness and despair.
It made the entire experience more bearable. And as her
body calmed, she lay upon him, and he held her tenderly.
"Sweet Belle, I do love you," he whispered. "I understand
now. I had to let you return here to live out your destiny. I
understand, sweetheart."
"I know you didn't want to, but thank you for
understanding."
"Anything for my Belle."
* * * *
Once Jones and Jackson returned with a meagre meal of
bread and cheese, given to them by a neighbour farmer, they
all ate then continued on.
The darkness of the night began to dissipate as they
walked. Along the way, they met several stragglers from the
82nd Airborne. Jones was right. The winds had made
dropping into the area treacherous. Many of the men were
miles off course. As the Germans flooded some of the area
around the town, the soldiers told of tales of others drowning,
weighed down by their own uniforms, packed with a M1 rifle,
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a knife, hacksaw blades, and so on. The added weight pulled
them under to a watery grave.
One of the soldiers they met held a higher interest for Ares
than normal. A black man, handsome and powerful in build,
stood behind the reporting soldiers. His helmet was marked
with the Red Cross logo, a medic. But this was no ordinary
medic. This one was special.
"We fell only a few feet from the bogs. We stood helpless
as the others disappeared into the water," one private
reported to Ares. "I suspect we're scattered all over the
place."
"How many of you are there?"
"Four, sir."
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Germans had discovered their basement of homemade
explosives that the Résistance used for saboteur missions.
They were shot in the head while they watched the Germans
take most of their cows for the starving soldiers.
The group sat quietly watching the soldiers about the
abandoned house. Once they were sure no one was there and
nothing of value remained, they moved on.
"Since the Jerrys searched it already, maybe we can use it
and get some rest for an hour. I know I could use a few
minutes," Jones suggested to the small band.
"Yeah, we can stay here. I'll keep guard while you all get
some rest," Ares agreed. When Jones began to go, Ares
caught his arm. "Wait, could be mined."
68
Nectar of the Gods
by Sascha Illyvich, Annmarie Ortega, Ashlyn Chase
"No, it's not," Belle said, pointing to a cow grazing nearby.
They raced across the field to the little house. All the
windows were shattered and the siding was falling off. The
Germans had left behind little of the building. It stood as an
eerie sentinel to the desolate times that had befallen this
country.
Belle helped secure the area, assured no patrol lingered
nearby before they all got some rest. She lay atop a woollen
blanket in the barren room that was once a living room,
staring at the open door. Ares stood there watching,
protecting them. She longed to go to him, fall into his arms
and forget the horrors of the night. But she knew within her
heart, there was more to come.
Closing her eyes, she let sleep overtake her troubled mind
into a numbing unconsciousness.
* * * *
Moments later, Ares lay down next to her, his body heat a
welcome comfort compared to the hard floor. His hand sought
her shirt and slipped under the fabric to cup one breast.
"Jones and Jackson are scrounging up something to eat for
us."
She moaned. Her body came alive at his touch and the
sound of his voice. "Too bad they'll be back soon."
"I told them to take their time. And to knock before
coming in," he whispered in her ear, kissing her earlobe.
She turned her head and met his lips. She was hot, hungry
for his loving. She needed to feel the heat, to experience the
69
Nectar of the Gods
by Sascha Illyvich, Annmarie Ortega, Ashlyn Chase
joy of being alive. She wanted to lose a few moments within
his arms.
"Ares, I wish you'd..."
"Belle, sweetheart, I need to make love to you. Now."
"Oh, oui, mon chere. Si vous plait..." Her plea was
engulfed by his mouth, eager to taste her, and she arched up
to meet his desires.
He peeled off her blouse and skirt. With only her boots on,
she surrendered to his masterful touch. He took off his
clothes in rapid movements, anxious to bare himself to her.
Her hands mapped his body, each rippling muscle and pert
nipple, there for her enjoyment.
How she loved this man.
When skin covered skin, she thought she'd shatter
immediately. Such a pleasure to have him loving her. She
was in heaven, no matter where she was in reality. Whether it
was the godly bed with the thick silk coverlet or the barren
farmhouse, she didn't care. All that mattered was his body
intimately connected with hers.
She wanted more, quicker. "I need," she panted as he
flipped her over to straddle his hips.
"Show me..." he whispered as his hands gripped her
thighs. "Ride me."
She slid onto his cock and breathed a sigh. He filled her so
fully, his size a perfect fit into her sheath. "This feels
wonderful," she moaned as she moved her hips, taking him
deeper within.
"Sweetheart, you know how to fuck me ... by Zeus, you
feel like I've entered a key into the gates of paradise." He
70
Nectar of the Gods
by Sascha Illyvich, Annmarie Ortega, Ashlyn Chase
bucked beneath her, urging her to move fast. Then, he placed
a thumb at her crotch, searching for her clit, pressing her
further into ecstasy.
"You ... oh ... don't ... have ... to ... oh yes ... do ... that,"
she panted as she rode his erection, plunging him further to
the centre of her core. He needn't touch her nubbin to send
her higher. The head of his penis tapped at the mouth of her
cervix with each penetration.
"I want to give you pleasure," he said in husky voice.
"You do," she whimpered. "Ares, I've ... never felt so
wonderful."
He thrust up into her, and she screamed, climax just on
the horizon, barely out of reach. "You ... were ... meant ... for
... me," he said, panting between his words with each push.
Belle balanced on her knees and slammed down on his
cock, making him toss his head back in apparent ecstasy. She
paused in her thrusts, prolonging her orgasm and wiggled her
ass, moving him side to side within her.
"Oh, fuck," he cried. "You're torturing me, sweetheart."
She giggled as she slowed her movements, relishing his
length and width inserted into her body. She reached behind
her and fingered his balls. "That's the point. Want to come,
mon chere?"
"Yes!"
"Tell me you love me," she said as she resumed her
rhythmic ride upon his penis.
"I love you, sweetheart. You know that by now."
"And I love you too, Ares."
71
Nectar of the Gods
by Sascha Illyvich, Annmarie Ortega, Ashlyn Chase
They came together, a mutual joining based in love born
from the misery of war. She screamed as her body rode the
spasms of rapture, sensations only this man could create
within her body.
Belle arched her back, drawing out her own orgasm as
Ares pumped his semen into her, and she relished the
streaming hot liquid. It was a moment she'd never forget,
passion and love amid sadness and despair.
It made the entire experience more bearable. And as her
body calmed, she lay upon him, and he held her tenderly.
"Sweet Belle, I do love you," he whispered. "I understand
now. I had to let you return here to live out your destiny. I
understand, sweetheart."
"I know you didn't want to, but thank you for
understanding."
"Anything for my Belle."
* * * *
Once Jones and Jackson returned with a meagre meal of
bread and cheese, given to them by a neighbour farmer, they
all ate then continued on.
The darkness of the night began to dissipate as they
walked. Along the way, they met several stragglers from the
82nd Airborne. Jones was right. The winds had made
dropping into the area treacherous. Many of the men were
miles off course. As the Germans flooded some of the area
around the town, the soldiers told of tales of others drowning,
weighed down by their own uniforms, packed with a M1 rifle,
72
Nectar of the Gods
by Sascha Illyvich, Annmarie Ortega, Ashlyn Chase
a knife, hacksaw blades, and so on. The added weight pulled
them under to a watery grave.
One of the soldiers they met held a higher interest for Ares
than normal. A black man, handsome and powerful in build,
stood behind the reporting soldiers. His helmet was marked
with the Red Cross logo, a medic. But this was no ordinary
medic. This one was special.
"We fell only a few feet from the bogs. We stood helpless
as the others disappeared into the water," one private
reported to Ares. "I suspect we're scattered all over the
place."
"How many of you are there?"
"Four, sir."
"Great, we have about eleven with us. We're going to take [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]