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The last thing you remember is an explosion, then ringing in your ears, then darkness and pain.
You wake up in a bed you don’t recognise. There are many people around you, running, sitting, eating. Everyone looks exhausted.
“How did I get here? Where am I?” You ask the man that sits on the bed next to you.
“They bombed the western part of the city. Vova and his men brought you in.” The man answers and gestures at a stranger standing in the corridor behind you.
You turn your head, following his gaze. The man standing there is talking to nurses, waving his arms in all sorts of directions and issuing orders. Despite his tired face, you can see how handsome he actually looks. His brown hair matches the brown of his eyes, and his pecs are well defined under the brown t-shirt he is wearing, his voice is pleasant in your ears. Is this the man who saved you?
You recognise the face a second later and blush at the thoughts you were having. But before you look away, Volodymyr catches your curious eyes.
“How long have I been here?” You ask the man, but he only shrugs.
“I got here this morning.No idea, sorry, ma’am.” He answers.
“I see.” You smile at him, only then do you realise your face is bandaged.
Your arm shots up to your face, and you begin to assess the damage, a little panicked.
“You got hit by a blast wave,” a warm voice from behind you says, “It was stupid to hide behind a window, you know.” The man laughs.
You look up and immediately drown in a sea of deep chocolate. A sharp yet gentle smile sits on his face as he strokes your chin. You take a note of how strong his arms are before you give him a puzzling look.
“We went to fight off the Russians, but those bastards had waited for us, landmines everywhere. But when I yelled at you to hide, you just crouched behind a window. Aren’t you a silly woman?” He winks at you, and you can feel a blush creeping on your neck.
“I-I don’t- I mean, I am not usually this stupid….sir.” You answer, but your breath gets caught in your throat. He is still looking at you.
“You can call me Volodymyr - no, call me Vova. We don’t use any titles here.” Vova nods at you and calls over one of the nurses.
“Alright, Vova.” You smile at him back.
“Natalia, how’s our patient looking?” Vova talks to the nurse then, but his eyes won’t leave you. You don’t have time to be embarrassed, though, because the nurse swiftly removes the bandages covering your face and then wipes your cheeks and forehead with a disinfectant. You can feel mild stinging.
“Oh, vse khorosho , there was way more blood before. You are still beautiful, there is no need to worry.” He says gently.
“Ah, thank you.” You answer quietly, not sure how to react to his remark. Your scratches sting, there is an unpleasant scent of the cleaning spray attacking your senses, but your body is oddly warm.
“She will be alright, Mr President,” the nurse says, “her sight was unaffected and there will only be a little scarring, that’s all.
Volodymyr nods at her, and she leaves.
“No titles used here, Mr President?” You chuckle at him.
“Ah, I keep telling them my name is not president, but they insist. What about you? Will you insist?” His eyes turn a little feral on the last words. Your heart starts beating faster.
“I will only insist on expressing my gratitude, Volodymyr . You saved my life.” You answer him, honestly.
“You were caught in the fire. It’s my duty to protect my citizens.” He knocks on his chest with a firmly clenched fist. His voice reassures you.
But before you can tell him he serves the people well, someone calls out to him. It sounds important and Volodymyr stands up from the bed you don’t remember him sitting on.
“You will have to excuse me. Let us have dinner later, after all, you have slept here for two days.” He smiles at you one last time and then he’s gone.
Your brain finally catches up with the events. Two days? Damnit! You need to find your phone and text your parents and friends you are alive, and they must be worried.
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Evening comes faster than you have anticipated. After Volodymyr left, you were moved from the infirmary to the normal, living area in the bunker. There were dozens of volunteers who helped clean your clothes and call your family, sadly, all your personal belongings were left behind when the bomb exploded, and all you have are empty hands.
“Miss, you can either stay here or take the morning convoy to Lviv. If you want to leave on your own, we cannot protect you. It’s not safe.” A young woman who has been handing out bottled water says.
“Is it bad out there?” You ask her.
“The city is holding, but residential areas were attacked last night. It’s not safe for you to walk in the streets.” She says, and her eyes are a little distant. She probably hasn't slept in a while.
“Alright, I will stay here. Let me know if there is something I can do to help you.” You smile, hoping it will cheer her up.
The woman nods.
“We need help with supplies. Tomorrow, you can talk to someone in the warehouse. You injured your head, please rest today.”
Truth be told, you feel mostly fine, besides the scratches on your face. You probably look worse, though.
With so many people in the shelter, there is no possible way to give everyone a bed, so you find yourself a convenient corner next to a family with kids (Kostya and Ira).
Before you know it, you fall asleep, resting your head against the cold wall.
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“Wake up, Bilosnizhka!” Someone shakes your shoulder and - to your mild irritation - yanks you awake.
“Uh…” You moan wearily.
“I believe we have dinner arrangements?” The culprit behind said act of violence towards sleeping human smiles, and all of your senses go alert at the same time. Volodymyr is looking at you from behind his thick eyelashes, still holding your shoulder with his very, very large palm.
“Oh…hi?” You desperately respond, trying to get your body working properly again.
“Unless you have eaten already, of course,” Vova says.
“No, I haven’t.” You tell him. He jumps to his feet and drags you with him. The sudden change of positions makes your head spin a little, and you trip over your own legs.
Then, suddenly, two large arms are around you, holding you tight as your face gets buried in the man’s neck. You cannot fight the natural functions of the human body and thus, you inhale. A deep scent floods your senses and you feel like time has stopped for a second. The musky smell is mixed with metal and dust, creating a symphony that plays all your instruments in perfect harmony.
“Careful!” Volodymyr shouts, holding you firmly, “are you alright?”
He looks you in the eyes again, and his face is full of worry.
“My head is still a little dizzy.” You admit to him. But the dizziness does not come from the injury you have sustained.
“You shouldn’t sleep on the floor!” Volodymyr says, dragging you away from the room you were in.
“No no, I am fine, really, there are others who need more help than I.” You try to wiggle yourself free because you need fresh air that doesn’t have his scent in it. Your brain is already poisoned.
“Then, at least do not starve yourself. We need you to be strong and healthy.” He says and you just nod, not willing to fight him anymore.
He brings you to the canteen. Besides the working volunteers, only a handful of men are sitting at the tables. Most of them are soldiers, judging by their clothing and weapons. They all look at Volodymyr with utter respect and resolve. Vova gestures back at them.
“It is no Michelin star restaurant, but I’ve had worse.” He says as he hands you a tray with brown, nutty porridge and something that is probably a sausage, judging by its shape.
The porridge leaves a strange aftertaste in your mouth. You both are silent while you eat, only the muffled voice of others talking, high pitched clanking of cutlery against the plates, the ever-present hum of generators powering the facility.
“I was wondering…” he suddenly starts whispering when his meal is finished. Volodymyr takes a deep breath, “if you would be interested in keeping me a company tonight.”
Your heart skips a beat as you gaze into his deep eyes. You know he means every word he says. He notices you are quiet and takes your hand into his, squeezing gently. His palms are soft and warm and your skin tingles where he is touching you.
“I want you to know that this isn’t why I saved you. But the moment you screamed for help, you reminded me of someone dear to me and I cannot stop thinking about you. What you did was incredibly brave. I want to see more of that bravery.”
You look at where he’s holding your hand, you focus on his long fingers gently stroking your palm. Your heart beats even faster now, so fast that your ears are ringing. You are sure your face is as red as the communist flag, if not even more.
“It would be my pleasure.” You answer him and you answer your heart’s call.
Volodymyr smiles at you gently and entangles his fingers with yours. Your whole body shivers with unknown excitement.
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His private quarters are separated from the rest of the shelter. If you were to walk through alone, you would surely get lost. The room itself is very bare. There is a table with two chairs, a wardrobe, a bed that you think is way too narrow for what is to happen on it in the following hours.
There is also a small bathroom adjacent to his bedroom. The whole place smells like him, and you feel yourself drowning in it.
However, before you can do anything else, your back gets pressed against the cold door. Suddenly, there are two hands on your hips, warm eyes observing you patiently.
“May I kiss you?” Volodymyr asks, his face tinted in pink as well.
Instead of answering, you grab his head, fingers sliding into his hair and press your lips to his. There is not a single moment of hesitation as his palms slide up your back to pull you closer. His lips are soft and welcoming and you cannot stop drinking from them. His entire body is covering you and you feel safe and welcome here.
He breaks the kiss then, only to give you a tiny speck on the of your nose. You chuckle at this sweet gesture and Volodymyr takes this opportunity to capture your mouth again, this time slowly sliding his tongue inside.
You gasp in surprise but quickly adjust to the pace he is kissing you with. Your tongues twist against each other, the glide of them pleasant. He bites your lower lip playfully before invading your mouth again. You cannot help but moan in approval as his fingers dig under the hem of your t-shirt.
You can feel his fingers exploring the skin on your lower back, lightly digging into the flesh of your buttocks. The other hand ventures up and takes the fabric of your shirt with it.
The kiss gets more heated, more intense, as you are not behind and respond to his attacks fiercely. His mouth tastes mildly of the porridge you have eaten, but behind it lies his unique, deep flavour and you just need more and more. You still hold him by his hair firmly in place but as the kiss deepens more and more, your boldness grows.
You break apart again, needing air, and you waste no time. Bending your head slightly, you begin to gnaw at his neck, licking his salty sweat. His natural scent is even more pungent here you can almost taste it. His pheromones are powerful, you think.
Volodymyr moans quietly and shivers against you. What a sweet sound he makes, you smile and suck on his neck more whilst pulling his t-shirt up. More gasps and moans follow from him but then he decides to change the pacing.
He grabs your wrists fast, away from his well-toned stomach you just began to explore and pins them up above your head, holding you in place with just one palm. He gives you a feral smile before he repeats what you just did to him.
The first contact of his teeth on your neck sends an electric bolt of pleasure throughout your entire body. His mouth is hot and wet against your sensitive skin, as he bites and kisses from your ear all the way down to your shoulder. You gasp loudly as his other hand rolls up your shirt. The sudden cold air gives you goosebumps and you tremble slightly, not sure if from the arousal or the temperature change. He palms your breast but the fabric of your bra is the enemy now. You arch your back against him and he understands. In one practised move, your bra is removed whilst you are still pinned to the wall.
Volodymyr inhales sharply at the sight of your perky breasts.
“You are beautiful,” he whispers against the crease of your neck before he dives in to suck another mark of possession. Your head spins a little too much, you are getting hot all over.
Volodymyr uses his free hand to caress your bosoms, starting on the right side. Your breast sits in his large palm perfectly and he massages tiny circles into your hot flesh. Your nipple, already hardening from the cold air is squeezed between two calloused fingers. Expertly, he rubs them against one another, your sensitive tip caught there in the middle.
Your blush deepens when you realise moisture is forming in your underwear. Volodymyr growls as if he could smell or even taste your arousal, lets go of your wrists and grabs your other breast, bowing down and licking and sucking at the sensitive nipples.
With your hands released, you resume your original intentions and immediately go for the gold. Your palms slide up his t-shirt, but before you can remove it completely, you brush against the unmistakable tent in Volodymyr’s pants. He tenses against the touch and slides his thigh between your legs, pushing against your leaking honeypot. The pressure is welcomed and you cannot help but grind your pelvis against the invading thigh to get more relief. His hard member pushes against your hip in a similar way. You can feel the scorching heat of Volodymyr’s flesh even through several layers of fabric.
He takes off your shirt completely, it was only a hindrance. Your bra follows. Volodymyr sees you eyeing him with excitement, so he smirks at you and removes his t-shirt completely as well.
You finally take a good look at his body. He is sculpted just as a god would be. His muscles are well-toned, shoulders broad and strong just as the nation he carries on them.
Again, he captures your mouth in a heated kiss, your lips are already swollen and bruised and it only enhances the experience. Your mind is clouded with lust and you helplessly grind against his thigh while your hands are exploring his body.
In one sweep, Volodymyr picks you up, not breaking the kiss. This action brings you two even closer together and his solid muscles feel heavenly against your softer body. Your nipples rub against his hard chest and you can feel his manhood digging into your leg while he carries you over the room to his bed.
Volodymyr sets you down gently, he pushes on your chest and you lie down. He removes your shoes and your socks and sets them aside. You are itching to get out of your jeans as well, but instead of taking them off, he massages your feet tenderly, rubbing the ankles and soles. He is amazing with his fingers and you cannot wait to feel them where it matters the most.
“Vova…” you whisper while reaching for him. He smiles and follows your wish. You kiss him again before you open his fly and push his pants open, freeing his erected rod. He bites your lower lip again and pushes against your searching hand.
A moan escapes his throat as your fingers close around his manly weapon, which is harder than steel and as boiling as the sun itself. You breathe out as well, not expecting the massive thickness of the instrument, nor its length. You stroke it slowly, trying to accommodate the weight in your small hand, while you are becoming addicted to his deep gasps.
When you finally get brave enough to actually look down at what you are holding, your head spins again. From the dark curl of his pubes rises a monolith in deep red colour, chiselled with thick veins and its tip is swollen in almost purple hues. It looks angry, menacing, dangerous. Now you understand why you could barely close your hand around it. Your cunt clenches at the idea of this penetrating you. You give Volodymyr’s cock another stroke and his eyes close as he desperately tries to not jerk into your hand. A small, silver and almost transparent drop forms on the head and you swipe your thumb across it, wiping it all around the most sensitive area. Volodymyr looks like he is a powder keg about to explode and you are lighting the fuse.
He is just about done with your teasing and moves away from your hungry hands and yanks at your belt to remove your pants and with it slides down your soaked underwear. Your rosebud opens up to him, all pink and puffy and shining. His warm palms slide up your calves, past your knees till they are halfway up your thighs. His strong fingers dig into your skin and his fingernails leave pink half-moon marks as you spread your legs open.
Volodymyr kneels between your spread legs and bends down to kiss you again, gently on the lips, then he kisses you behind your ear, then on the neck, then he follows with a trail of kisses down to your chest. He gives your nipple a proper french kiss, you can feel the glide of his tongue against the hardened tip, relentlessly attacking and sucking. Your whole body shivers with want and Volodymyr uses this opportunity to slide a single finger into your wanting, moist hole.
You are leaking your sweet honey juices and your warm flesh is pliant and soon the first finger is followed by a second, reaching deep within you, scissoring you open even more. His lips move on to your second nipple while his fingers slowly move in and out. His thumb playfully circles around your folds and softly swipes over your clit. He pulls his soaked fingers out and leaves them just at the entrance of your hungry slit, massaging the rim.
“Please…” You breathe out, looking at him anxiously.
And Volodymyr nods at you, smiling. He holds you by your hips and drags you closer, so you are basically sitting in his lap now. The tip of his penis is now leaning against your hole, which is almost sucking it in. You ache to have the whole length inside of you, your cunt clenching on empty air, your clit waiting to be touched. He holds you by your thigh as he takes himself in hand and begins to push inside you.
His large head works its way through your gentle passage till he is fully nested inside. You tighten around him, feeling his length deep within you. He gives you time to adjust, placing soft light kisses on your neck. You hold Volodymyr by his broad shoulders and cross your legs behind his back, urging him closer. He begins to move, slowly at first, pulling out and then pushing in before your hole fully adapts. The minor discomfort you felt at the start caused by the impossible stretch is replaced by pleasure, as the room gets fills by your loud moans and his deep grunts. Your pussy closes tightly around his manhood, and you move your body against him to get as much of that meat as you possibly can.
The slow and gentle pace turns into rabid pounding. Your body is being rigorously penetrated, his heavy ballsack slaps wetly against your buttocks. He lets go of your hips and grips the metal frame of the bed, allowing him to lift you up a little more than before and enter you at a better angle. His assault is unyielding but you are welcoming every thrust that hits you deep.
Volodymyr’s manhood plunges inside in well-timed intervals, as he aims for that one spot that makes you scream in pleasure. You feel you are near your release even though you never want this to end. You raise your head up from the pillows and find his lips with yours. Your mouth is uncomfortably dry from all the moans and deep breathes but the vicious kiss makes you drool again. When you part, you are given a view of your own body, bent upwards. You can see your honeypot, drizzled with soft pubes and shimmering with your juices, being penetrated by Volodymyr’s monolith of love. You can see it glide out, moist from within your deepest caves, you can see it effortlessly slip back inside with a force that could move mountains.
At that moment, your pussy swallows his cock, sucks it inside and tightens desperately in a futile attempt to drag it even deeper, to never let it out again. One more thrust against your luscious hidden spot and your body spasm in mind breaking orgasm. You begin to shake, your body feels like it’s electrified. Volodymyr exhales loudly, thrust a few more times into your thigh heat and fills you up with his satin liquid.
He slowly pulls out while you are still trying to calm down from reaching the moon from his bedroom, breathing deeply. Your whole body is covered in marks that map the events that just unfolded. Coming down from your high, you can feel his sap flowing out of your abused cunt.
You only notice he was gone because he is handing you a fresh wet towel and uses a second one to help you clean. His chest carries the same map as you, is covered in tiny droplets of sweat and makes his body appear as if made of gold. His pillar is tucked away in his pants, which upsets you a little because you didn’t even get to say goodbye.
You laugh a little at your own thoughts, the post-coital regression truly showing itself, who would want to say “Goodbye” to someone’s penis?
“Thank you, that was wonderful,” Volodymyr says to you and hands you a t-shirt. You, however, feel comfortable in your naked skin and don’t put it on.
“It truly was.” You reply to him and helplessly try to wipe away all the moisture from between your legs.
“Feel free to use the shower, you can sleep here if you want.” He points at the other door in the room.
“What about you?” You don’t want him to go, but you know he doesn’t belong to you. Your heart is strong but wants to be selfish, if only for the night.
“I still have some work that needs to be done. I will come to you later.” Volodymyr answers and bends down to give you a chaste kiss.
Soon after, he’s gone and you are left alone in his bedroom, which still smells strongly of sweat from two bodies, sex and Volodymyr himself. You notice the t-shirt he gave you is not yours but it’s his.
You fall asleep clutching to it, inhaling the scent.
Later, when dawn begins to colour the city in gold and pink, two strong arms wrap around you and hold you tight.
XxX
The End.