Saving the Deserter

I noticed how encompassed with sweat she was. Every inch of her bed was drenched seamlessly in her vixens. I sat down slowly on the bed, causing it to dip.

Her voice was laced with whimpers as her lips parted slightly. Her back arched slightly, causing the blanket to fall down a couple of centimeters. Her hands laid on either side of her head, carefree.

Her whimpers began to die down and were replaced with soft moans. "H-harder," she breathed out softly. Her breath hitched in her throat and her lips parted a little more. Her back arched slightly more than last time. "R-right t-there" The moan that escaped her supple lips was tainted with pleasure.

I watched her intently as her body slowly shivered. She bit her lip slightly before moaning once more. The toxicity of that smell filled the air. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. There was something about that smell, her smell, that turned me on completely. It was sweeter than any of the other girls I've been with. It smelt so pure and untamed. I hated it.

**Mature Content Ahead, Enter At Your Own Risk**