Enoch chuckled and continued to play with her body, using one hand to gently circle and one hand to pinch, alternating between her nipples and her clit. Then, letting go of her breast, he took her hair by the roots and pulled her head back, dipping down to gently bite and nibble at her throat. The sensations set Madeline’s libido on fire.
“Now, Enoch? Please?” she mewled.
He turned her around and grabbed Madeline just below her ass, lifting her up as if she weighed nothing. Enoch’s strength was daunting. He pressed her upper back against the wall of the shower cubicle then smoothly slid inside her, filling her all the way to the root of his cock.
“Yes,” she sighed happily.
Unlike other times, when he had taken her roughly, Enoch was…not exactly gentle but definitely gentler than he had been before. Holding her against the wall, he pumped his cock in and out of her in a steady rhythm, seemingly in no hurry to anywhere other than exactly where he was.
Madeline’s first climax came as the result of his steady building, and she felt her pussy spasm and her body quiver. Enoch’s grip seemed to get slightly tighter, and the rhythm of his thrusts sped up.
The second orgasm came more quickly than the first, and her body shook in his arms. Once again, in response, Enoch held her more tightly and thrusted harder and more quickly. As Madeline fell into her third orgasm, Enoch’s ferocity increased, and Madeline’s body was being slammed into the cubicle wall with the force of his hammering. She could hear his animal snarling and grunting as he worked her body harder and harder.
“Enoch, I can’t…” she started to say, before her body spasmed in pleasure once more, making further speech impossible. Madeline tried again. “Enoch…” His tempo picked up even further, and he was grunting with every thrust, and his hands held her in a vice grip.
“Enoch!” she cried his name as she came a final time, and she felt him reach his release as well, shooting thick spurts of his cum into her. He held her there, pressed against the wall, impaled on his cock, upon which her body shivered while her pussy milked his cock of every last drop of his seed. Finally, he withdrew and gently lowered her to the floor of the cubicle.
Madeline looked up at him, her eyes shining. She got up on tiptoe and pulled his head down to kiss her, and they fell into a kiss together. The kiss was sensual, slow, and seemed like a confirmation of everything their bodies had just expressed to each other. Madeline stepped back and sighed happily, “Mister, that’s one hell of a way to wake up after a nap.”
“Glad you think so,” Enoch rumbled. “When we get better quarters, we’re definitely going to need a bigger shower.”
“I agree, but this one does have its charm,” she replied. He laughed.
The two of them quickly got clean and stepped out, toweling themselves off. Enoch snaked one hand out to give Madeline a firm smack on her bare bottom, making her ass bounce.
“What was that for?” she pouted, rubbing her bottom cheek.
“Just because,” he replied, grinning. “You have the most spankable ass, and you were right there.”
“Sometime, mister tough man, you’re going to need to show me how you spank me when you’re not punishing me,” murmured Madeline seductively. She noted with delight the immediate effect her words had on Enoch’s cock.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. “Sometime I will. Do you know how much I want to let this planet burn just so we can have another hour together?”
The intensity in Enoch’s eyes convinced Madeline that he was telling the absolute truth. She felt a shiver go through her body. This man wanted her in a way that no one hadeverwanted her before. It was exhilarating, intoxicating. For a moment, she was seized by the desire to step into his embrace and let the rest of the world disappear.
But there were people who needed her. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. Enoch watched with amusement. “Serves you right,” he said. “That’s what you just did to me.”
“Wow,” replied Madeline, breathing harder than normal. “We’d better get some clothes on, if we want any chance of winning this war.”
***
Their command center was buzzing with activity when the pair entered the room. Aurelian took one look at the two of them and chuckled. “My turn to take some downtime with Kait next,” he said, laughing. Enoch glared, but Madeline laughed in response and put a hand on Aurelian’s sleeve. “You’ve earned it.” She smiled. “Just say when.”
“When,” said Kait and grabbed Aurelian by the hand.
“General Marwan can brief you,” called Aurelian as they headed out the door.
The general put her hands on her hips and shook her head in mock disapproval. “What a way to fight a war,” she observed, trying to suppress a grin. “Makes me feel like I’ve been doing it wrong my whole life.”
“Should you wish it, I’m sure that someone from the Pleasure House can help you make up for lost time,” smiled Madeline.
“Well then, we’ve just got to win this then, don’t we?” General Marwan laughed. “The good news is, that’s exactly what we’re doing. Have a look at the main screen.”
Madeline and Enoch each took a seat and turned to face the main screen. The right side was a constant scroll of information, but the majority of the screen showed a map of the main landmass of Tarma.
“The red dots are remaining enemy holdouts,” explained Marwan, pointing to a small cluster in the southeast corner. “They’ve decided that there’s nothing left to lose, and they’re making a hard go of it. As you can see, they’re surrounded and outnumbered. We’re trying to do this with a minimum of casualties, so we’re still trying to talk them out of it. If we have to, we’ll shoot, but we’d prefer to talk.”
Madeline nodded. “Agreed,” she said. “Is that it? What about Tarma City?”
