Parabellum - Semper Una
Nikolai bolted upright in his bed, having nightmares about a procedure he hadn't been awake for. He looked at the slim shape of the girl next to him, her head on his shoulder, and her hands situated on his chest and slowly eased his way out of bed. He had found her name was Natascha, the same girl that had been sobbing in the bunk above him their first night in the dorm. They had been assigned to work together in the past week, on account of the way they performed during a series of training excercises, and had been transferred to two person sleeping arrangements. Anyone who hired either Nikolai or Natascha from this point forward would be getting a package deal. He stood up, his black utility trousers wrinkled and with a fair amount of dust on them and they met with a tan undershirt at a point near his midsection. He sighed and looked around the two occupant room, his eyes coming to rest on the other bed at the far side of the room, and wondered what would happen to He and Natascha should Dr. Karman find out about hei relationship, outside their duties to Parabellum, . He pushed the thought to the back of his mind as he walked, his tail swishing behind him. He opened up a small refrigerator, and pulled out a bottle of water, and some eggs.
ten minutes and four eggs later, the alarm sounded, the time flashing across it's screen. Five thirty. He walked up to the slim, sleeping form of Natascha, and placed his hand gingerly on her shoulder.
"Time to wake up, Natascha." He said, his throaty Moscow accent seeming to relax the tension in her muscles.
"Morning Nikolai." She yawned, and then righted herself and pulled the blanket over herself, covering her bosom. She grabbed a brasierre and her blouse from the nightstand next to the bed, which was in actuality a footlocker tipped on one end. He loaded half of the eggs on a plate, and passed them to her, along with a fork and a glass of water. He served himself up a plate, and then dug in himself.
"Not bad, not bad. I'm not going to say that it's better than sex though, you know?" Natascha said teasingly as she pulled her own trousers on. She walked over to him and slung an arm around him, before planting a kiss on his furred cheek.
"Of course, now that I have had those eggs you made, we could always compare the two." she whispered seductively into his sensitive lupine ear. Natascha grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the bed, and he followed eagerly. She quickly took off her blouse, and undid her brasierre as Nikolai pulled off his pants. He was in the middle of getting on top of her, when the someone knocked at the door. Nikolai hurriedly pulled his pants back on, and helped Natascha redo her bra, and then she slipped her blouse back on. Nikolai walked up to the door, and opened it slightly.
"Who's it?" he asked, looking at the black uniform on the other side.
"Nikolai, It's Vlad."
Nikolai glanced back at Natascha who shrugged, and he opened up the door, and the guard walked in. Nikolai had found out that the Fox had a Doctorate in Anesthesiology, and had been the one who had administered the gas that had knocked him out during Nikolai's abduction, and had been the attending Anesthesiologist during his implant operation, and his muscular modification. Despite being a large part of Nikolai's original abduction, Vlad remained a good freind to Nikolai, and was set to be his instructor during his first three live orientation missions.
"So, Vlad, why exactly are you in mine and Natascha's room? This better be important."
"Why, did I interrupt something between you two?" Vlad chuckled, he was one of two people who knew of Nikolai and Natascha's relationship.
"You did actually interrupt... Something, Vlad." Natascha interjected, causing Vlad to laugh more.
"Fine you win. What I'm telling you is important actually." Vlad handed Nikolai a dossier , which he looked over with mounting excitement, and then passed them to Natascha, who looked over them with equal excitement.
"Is this..."
"Yes, that is paperwork for a contract that I just got yesterday from from the Boeing plant in Shanghai. Consider this a live excercise. Pack your bags, and get all that... tension out now, we leave for Shanghai tomorrow to meet with client representing Boeing. If all goes well, Boeing gets monkey off their back, and we get several of Boeing's new Darkstar prototype drone fighter." Natascha raised an eyebrow and smiled, tossing the Dossier to Vlad, who caught the file in mid air, and put it in his coat. He then pulled out two silenced pistols with no magazines, and handed them to Nikolai and Natascha, grip first.
"I'm pretty sure you know what those are, but I'll go over it with you anyways. What you are holding are Beretta 92FS semiautomatic pistols. The silencer is an S2 removeable model, a holdove from a deal with the CIA. Lefty loosey, Righty tighty. The have fifteen round magazine capacit, plus one in chamber, and a caliber of nine millimeter Parabellum, poetic, no? The safety is on the side of the slide, about an inch forward of the hammer, and the magazine telease is where the trigger guard meets grip. If you look where grip plate meets frame, you can see a roughly square panel, that's the slide lock. That's all I think." The Fox did a crisp about face, and walked out, closing the door behind him.
"Where's Vlad from again?" Natascha asked, intrigued by the Fox's accent.
"Stalingrad I think. Maybe Saint Petersburg." He pulled Natascha close and kissed her, surprisingly good at the action with his vestigial canine lips. Natascha set the Beretta on the counter, and Nikolai did the same.
"How about we get that 'Tension' Vlad mentioned out now?" Natascha said and she back toward the bed, still locked in a kiss with Nikolai.
"Sounds great to me." Nikolai slowly lowered Natascha onto the bed, his legs on either side of hers. He pulled back from the kiss as he trailed a finger down her body, before finally hooking a finger in her Utility trousers. He undid each button slowly, before finally pulling them off. Now, he could see the darker wet spot from Natascha's arousal, and rubber at her clit through the fabric. He hooked a finger in her black undergarments as well, and pulled them off, exposing her sex. The smell eminating from her folds drove him crazy with lust, and his member poked out from it's protective sheath. He took another breath, inhaling Natascha's scent, and then began running his thumb acrossthe little pink nub near the top of her sex, that was her clitoris. He rubbed softly at first, and then began to rub more vigorously. He heard Natascha's moan, and then slipped his trigger finger into her folds, bringing it out and pushing it back into her, in time with the rhythmic rubbing of her clit. He soon added another finger, and was rewarded with a somewhat louder moan. After a few minutes or so, he withdrew his fingers, which in turn withdres a whimper from the human girl before him. He only grinned, and then lowered his muzzle to her sex, and let his long, flat canine tongue slide over her opening, and linger for a moment over her clitoris. He repeated this a few times, before he slipped his tongue into her cunt, and began to explore her vaginal walls with his deft and dextrous tongue. He pushed upward as he drew his tongue out of Natascha slightly, and rubbed over her clit, which was now at it's most sensitive, swollen with blood. He felt her inner walls tighter, and her fluids, sweet and watery, flowed into and around his muzzle. he stood, and began to undo his pants, before shaking them off, then went his boxers, and finally his shirt. Natascha had removed her shirt as well, and was lying on the bed, stark naked, his for the taking. His member was by now fully erect, and it prodded at her intrance as he positioned himself above her. He looked into her eyes, and she into his.
"Take me." she whispered. Nikolai did not need to be asked twice. He thrust himself into her, to the hilt, and she moaned loudly, before she began to breath heavily as he thrust into her, again, and again. He kept his pace, then sped up, thrusting himself harder and faster into the slight Natascha as he felt the pleasure rising, and it must have fo her. He felt her vaginal walls contract again, and then nore of her fluids spill from around his shaft. He groaned as he pushed his semi full knot into her, locking his shaft into her sex. Nikolai pulled back against his knot lodged inside of her, and now Natascha moned with each thrust. She moaned louder, and her breathing became more spasmatic with each thrust he gave until her vaginal walls spasmed again, and tightened around his knot, leavinh Nikolai and Natascha tied togethe in coitus as seminal fluids rished out of his shaft, and into Natascha. His muscles untensed, and still tied to Natashca, Nikolai became lethargic, his eyes flickering, and struggling to keep them open. He rolled sideways, and Natascha was surprised at first, until he picked her up, and set her on top of him.
"Just give... Just geve me a minute or so, and it'll go away." As Nikolai said, during the next minute, he became alert again, and he blinked the temporary tiredness away.
"So, since we're like this for a good hour or so, want to have some good bonding time?"