Russian It? Chapter 6
#15 of Road Rovers
chapter 6
Exile pulled me close to him, so that I was staring up at his face. He looked exquisite. His fur on his head looked nice and soft. I wanted to touch it; stroke it even. But he wouldn't let me, the bastard.
Instead, he turned me around, so that my ass was facing towards him.
"Let's get these pants off, so that I can see your bunsky," he murmured.
"Exile, are you sure that this is the proper place for-"
"Of course, Comrade," he interrupted. "The others are busy driving plane." His voice lowered. "Now we're finally alone," he whispered, his warm breath brushing against my inner ear.
I shuddered a little in lust.
He pulled down my pants, and then my underwear, revealing my nice, soft flesh. He pulled off his gloves and grabbed one of my ass cheeks.
I jumped a little from the attack.
He let go and I soon heard some metal being set on the ground, softly, as to not make too much noise.
Then, suddenly, I felt his nice, soft, warm, furry hand grab my backside once more.
He was getting hard, and I knew it. I wanted him inside me more than ever. I wanted to feel his length stretch out my inner walls over and over. I wanted to feel the exhilarancy of lust and love altogether.
Exile's pointy tip was poking my crack, trying to separate my cheeks, so that he had an entrance.
I bent over and he slowly inserted himself inside me.
As soon as he was completely inside, he started to thrust. It started as a nice, slow rhythm, love-like even; but soon escalated into a raging, almost animal-like, fuck. I liked that sudden change.
My face glowed bright red. I wanted to scream and moan at the top of my lungs, letting him know that I liked what he was doing. I wanted to hear him grunt and groan as he was getting close to ejaculation. I _really_wanted him to wrap his nice, big, muscular, and very furry, arms around me; embracing me. Letting me know that I was his and his alone.
But, that didn't happen. He did moan a little bit here and there, but that was about it.
Actually, about five minutes or so after we started, Exile grunted, and he leaned on me, grabbed ahold of me, and let himself go.
Jet after jet of nice, warm, gooey cum invaded my ass, lathering it in his DNA. I've never had a better experience. Though, I wish it was *slightly* more passionate. And longer, too. But, with the others on board, that would be pretty hard to do. Especially how this is a small plane and all. I seriously didn't think that he was going to do the leaning thing. That made my day even more.
We got dressed and went out of the kitchen, into the cockpit. Hunter and Blitz had a weird look on their faces. It scared me a little.
"What took you so long, Exile?" Hunter asked.
"I had to, uh, talk to Comrade Jay for a bit. You know, give him the details about our mission," Exile replied.
"Ja, sure, Russian boy," Blitz muttered.
He's on to us, I thought, worriedly. It won't be long now.
"I'll take wheel if you want, Hunter," Exile insisted.
"That would be a good idea," Hunter agreed.
Exile took the wheel and we continued our journey.
I sat in the back, thinking about what would happen if Blitz squealed to the rest of the crew. What would they think? What would Professor Shepherd think? Would he accept me still, or would he kick me out, leave me for dead, never to be seen again? These thoughts worried me. I didn't want to leave the Road Rovers for good. I loved cleaning up after them. I loved being their maid, dammit!
But, whatever the consequences were, I'd take them like a man, whether I liked it or not.
Blitz stared at me for the rest of the ride, letting me know that he knew what was really going on.