All at once, Alice disconnected from him, stepping back suddenly. He was surprised, and in fact apparently had his eyes closed as they embraced. In that second, she had made a decision, and wasn’t going to waffle about it. She reached up to her dirty shirt, and started unbuttoning it, staring him dead in the face while she did. Her mouth was clenched shut from nerves, and she saw his eyes follow the progress of her hands as she undid button after button.

She reached the bottom, and pulled it off one arm at a time before dropping it to the floor. Now she just had her grimy tank top on, and it showed. Her nipples made themselves known through the thin fabric. He looked at her chest, and then up to her face.

“What are you doing?” he asked quietly.

“I’ve always liked you,” she said, voice shaky but determined. “And I’m about to die. I’m not going out without taking my shot.” She walked up to him, and grabbed one of his hands. He resisted, but not wholeheartedly. She brought it up to her breast, and pressed it against her, hoping desperately he wouldn’t pull away.

To her relief, he took over from there, taking her neglected breast in his hand and squeezing it with conviction. That was all she needed; she pulled the bottom of her tank from her pants, and pulled it over her head in one smooth move. Then onto the floor it went, and Alice stood there, displaying herself for the man who was her only light anymore.

He came in close, and pulled her into another embrace. This time, he bent down and kissed her fiercely, using her jaw to encourage hers to open, at which time he stuck his tongue into her mouth. He twined it with hers, and explored every inch of her as she tried to do the same. He was in control, and she was fine with that.
After a moment, their lips parted again, and Alice decided it was time to do something she’d thought about for a long time. Actually, she had pleasured herself more than once to the thought…

She descended down onto her knees, placing her hands on his chest and sliding them down to his pants. He didn’t have a belt on, so she just undid the buttons keeping his uniform pants up, and they sagged down helpfully. Alice pressed her face into his crotch, feeling his cock beneath thin boxers. He was semi-erect already, and she nuzzled him, taking in his strong scent, and using her snout to push his waistband down. Finishing the job with her hands, he was exposed in his half-masted glory, his partially unsheathed penis glistening as it stood face to face with her.

Alice leaned in, and kissed it softly. Running her hands up the back of his thighs, and gripping his toned ass in both hands, she brought him forward, letting his cock push past her lips and into her willing mouth. It was very warm, and it pulsed gently against her lips and tongue. The rest of it slipped out of his sheath, revealing a knot slowly growing at its base.

She pulled him closer, and his dick moved further along the inside of her mouth, and she tasted it with eager delight. He hadn’t showered in a bit, that was clear, but the scent and taste of his pulsing member didn’t put her off at all. In fact, it got her going more than she had been before.

She began to work his shaft, first very slowly, and then picking up speed. All the while, her flexible tongue wrapped his now throbbing cock, massaging it while she kept her lips tightly around it.

Ayers’s hand fell on her head, and she looked up at him. He was panting silently, looking down at her with a mixture of affection and gratitude on his face. She gave him her best “I love you” eyes, purposefully moving up and down his shaft while keeping eye contact. A little spurt fired into her mouth, salty and hot, and she accepted it gladly. That wasn’t the main event, she knew. Just a little shot of appreciation.

Her head bobbed back and forth, letting it out of her mouth for only enough time to sensually lick it from base to head while looking up at her guard. Then it was back in, and she ran her tongue all over while increasing her speed. She sensed he wouldn’t be long, and—

He tapped her on the shoulder. Looking up at him again, she saw he wanted to say something.

“I’m about there,” he said. He meekly tried to pull her head away from him, but she resisted. She shook her head up at him as best she could. There was no chance she was going to let a single drop of his gift be wasted. She had always been a spitter, but not today. She cupped his large balls in one hand, tenderly gripping them while grabbing his ass with her other.

Only a second later, she felt him pulse more powerfully than ever, and the first shot of thick, hot cum fired into her, hitting the roof of her mouth and falling onto her waiting tongue. Then came another, stronger one, and it formed a pool in her mouth already. His seed was pleasantly salty, savory, and wonderful. He fired jet after jet of cum into her, and she took it all with gratitude. Making a point of looking up at him while he filled her, she was delighted to see him lost in ecstasy.

She was forced to swallow as she ran out of room, but he just kept shooting into her. His cock jumped a little with each spurt, and as it finally weakened, she pulled it out. Her lips cleaned it of excess ejaculate, and a think rope of cum connected her lips to the head as they finally separated. Leaning in and taking the tip into her mouth again, she licked it with gusto before letting it go finally.

“Thank you,” she said up to him.

Ayers reached down and guided her up to her feet. Leading her to sit in the chair again, he sat opposite her. She felt a little exposed, and hoped he wasn’t done with her now that he’d gotten off.

He pushed the plate toward her again, the piece of pumpkin pie still on it. He set a canteen on the table as well.

“Want me to get your shirt?” he asked as she took a bite.

Trying and failing to answer through a full mouth, Alice settled on shaking her head. Then, as if to expand on that thought, she lifted her breasts in her hands, letting them fall back and jiggle as they did so. He chuckled at that, and she did as well, nearly spitting out pie as a result.

She carved off another piece with the fork, and then moved the utensil across the table toward Ayers.

“No,” he said, putting up a hand. “That’s just for you.”

“Please,” she responded. “I want to share it with you.”

Reluctantly, he opened his mouth and allowed her to feed him. Closing his lips as she withdrew the fork again, he chewed while maintaining eye contact.

“Man,” he said as he finished. “I wish there had been a higher quality pie around. You deserve better than that.”

“Actually, it reminds me of the kind mom used to buy around thanksgiving,” Alice said, taking a drink for the canteen of water. “It takes me way back. You did good.”

“I’m really glad to hear that.”

The song on the radio changed to a faster number that reminded her of a tropical beach, with what sounded like bongos accompanying the lead saxophone. She hoped it wasn’t loud enough to attract attention from outside. She would’ve hated for the night to end like that.

As if thinking the same thing, Ayers reached for the radio and turned it down slightly. They sat there for a few minutes more, as Alice savored what she knew would be her final meal. Still, she insisted on giving him a bite between every couple of hers. Somehow, it felt better to not experience it alone. While he was clearly uncomfortable, he accepted her gifts without protest.

When it was done, she looked at the empty plate. She should be more upset; that was the last thing she’d ever eat. On the other hand, she was comfortably full, and she supposed that was a good thing to be at a time like this.

“I wish…” Ayers said, struggling to find the words. “I wish I could just let you go.” He looked over his shoulder at the door wistfully.

Before she knew what she was saying, Alice answered him with a shake of the head. “I wouldn’t make it a hundred yards. Then you would be thrown into the same grave as me.”

He nodded silently, returning to look at her again. He looked profoundly sad. “Are you tired?” he asked after a silent moment.

She shook her head, depression threatening at her door again. With that, he got up, and paced slowly over to her. Rather than reach for her hand, he scooped an arm under her knees, put the other behind her back, and lifted her up into the air. Instinctively, she flung her arms around his neck.

He cradled her, and she couldn’t help but feel a kind of carnal pleasure at that. Ayers walked her over to the cot, and laid her gently upon it. He stood up, and her heart sank. Was that it?

No, she discovered with relief. He was just pulling off his own shirt, tossing it toward hers on the floor. Using his thumb, he pulled the waist of his boxers down to reveal himself again, and he was clearly ready to go.

Alice inhaled sharply, anticipating what was going to happen. Her breasts had fallen to the side when she was put down, and she used her arms to squeeze them together so they looked pleasing to him still.

He crawled onto the edge of the cot, and lifted her legs up onto his shoulders. Then, one at a time, he unlaced her boots and pulled them off her aching feet.

Oh, god, she thought. This is happening. Now came her pants, as Ayers undid them deftly and pulled them down, underwear and all. She glanced down at herself and felt immediate embarrassment; she hadn’t trimmed in quite a long time. She had a bit of a jungle going on down there.

“Sorry,” she said, realizing how silly that sounded while he worked her pants off completely. “I haven’t had a chance to trim in a while…”

“Yeah,” he said, gazing into her eyes. “I’m so offended, I think I’m just going to stop. I mean, how could you not maintain peak hygiene while lying for sixteen hours a day in a foxhole?”

She knew it was alright, and that she should laugh in response, but her anxiety prevented her from doing so. Sure, he was joking, but she cared too much about what he thought of her to brush it off.

“Alice,” he said, putting his hands on her bare knees. “I haven’t showered in nearly a week. You know we just don’t have the same opportunities to preen out here on the battlefield. Don’t worry. Besides,” he continued, opening her legs at the knees and looking down at her full glory. “I have kind of a thing for hair.”

As if to demonstrate his earnestness, he dipped his head down, guiding her legs over his shoulders again, and wasted no time in making contact with her waiting pussy. His powerful tongue worked her over, starting low near her butt and coming upward in an almighty lick, and she felt in additional embarrassment that he was taking in her every smell and taste, unpleasant as that may have been.

He didn’t seem to mind, though, as he continued feeling out every inch of her womanhood. He found her clit in short order, and rather than work it with his tongue as well, he leaned further in and to her surprise, tenderly bit it with his front teeth.

Alice jumped as he moved it between his teeth. It hurt, but in a way she’d never felt before. Then he released it, and instead wrapped it in his lips. He sucked inward powerfully, and she quivered as the suction forced blood into her clit in response.

His head popped up suddenly, and there was a predatory excitement on his face. He crawled over on top of her, pulling his pants down further and letting his cock swing free. Once he was as bare as she was, he put his weight down on her, pulling her into a fiery kiss. He didn’t need to guide her legs open again; they were still spread and now she wrapped them around the small of his back, encouraging him forward.

He accepted her suggestion, and she felt his rock hard dick brush against her pussy, and with a slight adjustment, he penetrated her. She moaned happily through the kiss, and he pushed into her, expanding her like she hadn’t been in well over a year. It was a tight fit, and she hoped it felt as good to him as it did to her.

Ayers brought his hands under her, squeezing her in a tight embrace and finally releasing the kiss. He glared fiercely into her eyes as he pumped with focus and power. Each time, he went further in, until she felt his knot threatening to enter her as well. He increased speed, and she closed her eyes, unable to match the intensity of his gaze. She quailed under him, and let her primal instinct take over. She was his to command, and she loved it.

Not only was Ayers moving quicker now, but he was going harder as well. He pounded her, slamming into her with every thrust, with the ferocity of a wild animal determined to impregnate his mate before leaving her again. This buildup of energy and passion lasted several minutes, moving toward a crescendo she couldn’t yet imagine.

Alice whimpered in pleasure, and realized in that moment there was nowhere she’d rather be. She felt herself spasming, and her building climax overtook her in body and mind as he pumped harder still. He moved her whole body up and down along the cot several inches with every pounding gyration.

She moaned out loud as she reached her peak; her whole world exploded in vibrant, pulsing sensation as she lost herself to an orgasm like none she’d ever felt in her life. On queue, as she felt her pussy squeezing his cock, he made one final push, and his knot slipped into her.

“Oh, god!” she said as that additional sensation overloaded her ability to process anything coherently. As soon as he was locked in, he fired jet after jet of cum, with barely a fraction of a second between them. He was poking her cervix, and the combined feeling of that with his continuous shooting inside her was actually somewhat uncomfortable, but she wasn’t about to complain. It was a little thing, and it was drowned out by the combined absolute pleasure of everything else.

Ayers filled her to capacity, but he didn’t pull out. He continued to throb and pulse as he leaned down and kissed her again. She gladly accepted it, and they held each other so tightly that she thought they would never come apart again.

She loved him. That was a strange thing to think, but it was true. She had never felt this way about any man before. She didn’t care what was going to happen in the morning. All that mattered was the love she’d found before the end.

She didn’t mean to say that out loud, mind you. Somehow, though, words escaped her lips as their faces parted.

“I love you,” she said before she could stop herself.

That seemed to surprise him, and he looked down at her. It was as if he was thinking about something.

“I love you too.”

“Oh…” she laid her head back and closed her eyes. It was perfect. He had given her the greatest gift she’d ever received, and she had no idea what to do now. Her cervix ached, but she didn’t care.

She felt him start to lose his erection. It was inevitable, of course. It all had to come to an end at some point. Gently, he pulled out of her, and she felt a decent amount of his cum go with it. She found herself sincerely hoping she kept the majority of it inside her.

Ayers sat on his heels at the edge of the cot while his cock retreated into its sheath. He breathed deeply, and they looked at each other. He got up without a word, and placed her legs flat on the bed. Pulling the blanket out from under her, he laid it on top of her, tucking her into it and adjusting the pillow under her head. He kissed her again.

“Please don’t leave me,” Alice said.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he replied, and walked to the table. Instead of sitting, he dragged the chair to her bedside and sat down in it there.

“I mean,” she said. “Please don’t leave me tomorrow.”

He looked troubled. “Well…Do you really want me there? I don’t want to see it happen…”

“Yes,” she said with finality. Her voice broke just a little. “I want you to be there so I don’t die alone.”

“Of course,” he relented, as if he hadn’t thought of that. “I won’t leave your side so long as you’re on this earth.”

She nodded, satisfied. Under the sheet, she touched her soaked pussy and wondered how much of that was her, and how much was him. “What do you think they’ll do with my body?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to think about it.”

“Do you think they’ll dump me in a grave? Or just leave me out in the open to be eaten by animals? I don’t know which I prefer.”

“Please stop,” he said. “I don’t want to hear that.” He placed a finger to her lips. “Let’s just be here together. What’s coming tomorrow will come. You don’t need to worry about it now. Just sleep like you’ll wake up tomorrow, and it’ll all have been a dream.”

“Except this,” she responded. “I don’t want this part to be a dream.”

He smiled again. “Nor do I.”

At some point, she did finally fall asleep. It was peaceful and undisturbed by nightmare or interruption. All too soon, though, it ended.