October 20th, 1944, somewhere in Saxony, Greater German Reich
warning: very NSFW.
Dreamy mountains and hills of Sachsen-Anhalt are rolling by the speeding train, sunbeams sweeping through the landscape. His fiance sits across him in the dining compartment of the train, spending their late lunch together quietly. It's hot in the cabin, -Skorzeny's guess is a faulty ventilator - his grey uniform jacket lays discarded on the seat and Sophie's cold Radler is dewy in its glass.
His shirt, with the rolled up sleeves is taut against his arms, outlining the muscles. Her green eyes follow his body down and could make out the bulge in his trousers, reddening her lovely cheeks. Catching her gaze and slightly cocking his head to one side, the Sturmbannführer smirks with content. She quickly looks down at her plate, remains of supper still on the white porcelain. Otto wasn't the only one who was starving for something more than food.
'Eat your vegetables too, Schatzie. Don't you want to know how to whistle?'
Sophia looks up at his face; cat-green eyes twinkling with mischief in the bright light of the cantin.
'You know I know how to whistle all too well.' She replies sarcastically, making sure the next bite had a piece of carrot on it. Swallowing the last piece of the food, she wipes her mouth with the napkin and locks eyes with him.
'Haven't heard you complain before.' She murmurs as she puts one arm on the table and with the other, she strokes upwards his crotch, almost unnoticeable. They can both hear his breath hitch, as he exhales sharply through his nose. He grips her thigh and throws his head back, as she continues to stroke him over his pants before unbuttoning.
'The last couple of days haven't been easy for me, you know.' His naked skin feels amazing against hers as she runs a finger up the length of his cock causing him to moan. Sophie slinks off her seat and gets on her knees before him, his eyes following her down with curiousity and lust.
'And as much as I want to kick and scream, that wouldn't help my case.' She presses and squeezes his cock through his boxers, feeling every vein, circling her fingers around the tip only to run her palm to the base. Otto swears under his breath and grips her hair into a ponytail.
She pulls his underwear down and his cock springs out, fully erect. Anyone can come in any minute. Adrian, Erwin or a full squadron of his soldier. But he just could not pull away from her touch. He moans loudly as she licks the tip, tasting his precum.
'But you forget that you are not the only one with power here.' With that she takes his length into her mouth, using her hand to twist up and down on what she couldn't fit into her hot mouth, making him gasp for air. Occassionally she would lick up the underside of his cock, feeling his legs tense.
He is so close to come when he suddenly rips her face from his cock, using her ponytail.
'I can't take this.' Otto pants. 'We can't continue here. Come.'
Sophie slips back into her place by the table, wiping her glistening mouth on the napkin.
'No thank you; I am actually done. Just got my dessert.' Licking her lips one more time she slips out of the compartment, leaving her fiancé speechless by the table.
October 21th, 1944, Berlin, Greater German Reich
Do you feel held by him? Does he feel like home to you?
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Panzerfaust
Historical FictionSS Lt. Colonel Otto Skorzeny is tasked with the mission of securing the unruly ally Hungary on the Führer's side. The well known commando finds himself in the center of an elaborate plot of betrayal, love and memories of a past long forgotten.
