One Last Night

by kalash93

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Anthro, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Romance, Original Character
Length: 8754

Two lovers share one last night together by fucking each other silly.

A stallion must go back to war for the sake of his family. All issues and accounts are settled. All arrangements have been made. All loose ends are tied up, except for one: he and his wife have just one last night to spend together, and it will be one to remember.

Edited by MrSing

Published 2014-02-21 22:40:05 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-21 22:40:05 UTC

One Last Night

One Last Night

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It could have been any normal child’s bedroom in any normal house in Zebricy, just a few miles from the Equestrian border. It could have been any stallion tucking his children into bed. It could have been, had the stallion in question not been wearing an old paramilitary uniform, and the atmosphere not been so longingly somber.

The stallion clad in an Afgneighnka sank over the foals’ bed, singing, “You’ve slept for ever so long, embraced in affection and cradled with care, but with the morning’s approach comes an echoing cry. It tells you to wave your dreams goodbye. And the moon is shining above. It wishes to show just how fragile you are. You’re so frail and slight in its silvery light. Our fate is not one we can fight. Someday I hope that we’ll be reunited if that is what’s destined to be. Perhaps we’ll discover that elusive bible, and then we’ll finally be free. Love is the thread of the story that is woven through future and present and past. I may never ascend to Heaven, but know that my love shall still last. This cruel thesis, this tattered angel’s litany, will soon soar from the windows of your destiny. Tread not lightly; you must embrace your destiny. Rise up, young child, and become the legend.”

“Good night, Daddy.”

“Dobraya noch’, moi rebyatushki.” Farn Baumrinde smiled and brushed the faces of his daughter and son one last time.

“Daddy,” a little filly’s voice asked.

“Scho takye, Liesel?” Farn sighed the words out. His voice was so soft.

“When’re you coming home?”

They couldn’t see it in the dark, but tears pooled in his eyes. I’ve never hidden much from them, but I don’t want to scare them. Damn, I’m scared, too. While it’s only a matter of months for me, for them, it may as well be forever.

Seryoga, his son, asked, “Will you be here for my birthday, daddy?”

Farn had to be tactful but truthful. He answered them, “In the spring. I’ll be back in time for summer, Liesel, and I won’t miss your birthdays. I’ll bring for you something back from beyond Equestria, Seryoga.” True enough for now, assuming that everyone plays fair and keeps their word. It’s not really up to me, or even written down in the contract, more than I care to admit. And then there’s the possibility of never coming home…

Seryoga asked, “Otets, father, do you love us?”

The stallion brushed the Colt’s and filly’s foreheads gently. “Yes, more than I can tell you.”

“So why do you have to go? Rasskazhi mne, Otets. The Colt’s voice quivered.

Farn froze. He was caught under the unknowingly piercing gaze of his two children. Here was absolutely the worst part of doing what needed to be done. Why do those eyes have to pierce right through me like a 12.7x108mm bullet? This is something I’ve kept from them, because I don’t want them to be stressed over the family finances, or worried about the future. Kids shouldn’t have to deal with that kind of stuff. Of course, they’re my kids. It was no secret to them that their father was an interesting stallion to say the least. Nobody else they knew had a dad who spoke six languages and made sure that they grew up speaking all of them. Nobody else had a dad who wore a striped red tank top, camouflage pants, and hobnail combat boots around the house. Nobody else had a dad with a black tulip tattoo. Nobody else had a dad who taught them gun safety before stranger danger. Nobody else had a dad who had Zebrican Gendarmerie decorations for bravery. Nobody else had a dad who had bad dreams, too. I must pick my words carefully. They aren’t stupid, but they are still only children. At long last, he explained, “Because if I don’t do this, then I won’t be able to take proper care of you and your mother. I don’t want to go, but it’s a job that pays really well.”

“But mommy has a job, too.”

Farn stretched a wry grin. “True, but it’s nowhere near enough.” I meant to say that we can survive and make due comfortably enough on her teacher’s pay, but there are bills that we can’t pay. I can’t put them through college on that kind of money. And we certainly can’t take an unexpected hit; medical bills and their ilk are expensive.

“Do you mean that we’ll have no money?”

Farn smiled reassuringly and stroked his anxious son’s forehead. “Nein, Mommy makes enough, so there’s no chance of that happening, but I’m thinking of the future.”

Liesel stayed quiet. Being a little more than a couple years older than Seryoga meant that she could understand things he simply could not yet. She took his hand and soothed, “It’s okay, Serj. It’s just for a little while, right, daddy?”

“Da, da.” Farn nodded. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Swear? You mean it?” Seryoga asked, his hand clenching tightly around his sister’s.

“Konyechno.” He stilled a shake of his head. “Promise you’ll be good to your mama.”

“We promise,” said the children together. The three of them smiled.

“And that you’ll do your best at school and stay out of trouble.”

“I’ll do it,” they said individually.

He looked hard at the filly. “Liesel, second grade is a big year. Consider this your first year of real schooling. You’re about to get the basic lessons that are going to be the foundation for everything else you’ll learn in life.” The father looked his son in the eyes. “Seryoga, I’m entrusting something special to you. While I’m gone, you’re the stallion of the house. Can you be a big colt and handle it?”

“Yes, sir.” Seryoga awkwardly tried to salute with his left hand. They chuckled.

“Don’t be afraid; Kindergarten isn’t a scary thing at all.” He finished tucking them in and sang them one last lullaby. It was “Black Tulip”, a foreign song. Eventually, their eyes closed and their breathing slowed. With a final affectionate gesture, Farn forced himself to leave their side. They were now asleep. He was sure of it. He stood in the doorway, supporting himself with his hand. They’re growing up. It hasn’t been too long, but they’re both now in school. Now they’re going to have to do something they’ve never experienced before: make do without me. Allah, I wish I could be here with them, but if I don’t go, it’s only going to mean trouble down the road. They sleep so peacefully, like they don’t have a care in the world. I wonder if they’ll be so carefree in the upcoming months. Goddamnit, Celestia, you just couldn't leave the Wolf Kingdom alone, and now they're occupying your norther provinces. I heard they massacred the Crystal Empire... The smile cracked. He let the tears fall. He cried in complete silence. But it wasn’t a bad cry. Tears weren’t always weakness or pain. “I don’t want to leave.”

His wife, Zelmenya, a taller mare with long, silvery hair and somewhat swarthy color, came up to him and hugged him to her breasts. “Farn, she whispered in his ear, her head resting on his shoulder. “Let’s go…” He wrapped his arms around her and heaved into her bosom. She walked him out, down the stairs, into the living room, and embraced him on the rug. The tears stained her long nightshirt. This separation would not be easy, but it had to happen.

Zelmenya asked, “How’d they take it?” Her viridian pupils gazed right back into his azure ones. Her heart-shaped face looked gentle, with a daintily tapered chin and a small mouth reminiscent of a raspberry. Her large eyes were set shallow, shining with a sort of strange innocence. She was noticeably swarthy, having the darkened coat of Chechneyan or Savannah heritage. She was still a Zebra. She was tall and slender, being nicely toned with appreciable breasts and understated curves showcased flatteringly by her lingerie. Her kindly, youthful appearance belied the inner strength and razor sharp mind within, as well as the fact that she was easily a full half decade or more older than her husband.

“Well enough, I hope.” She cocked an eyebrow. His features contrasted against hers. His face was almost squarish, with cheeks that seemed just a little too hungry. His eyes were deeply set and small. His jaw seemed clenched and his brow appeared almost imperceptibly furrowed with something like a mix between sadness, anger, and cold calculation. His skin was pale, almost unpleasantly so, from long hours spent away from sunlight, indoors or in long clothes, such as the combat uniform he wore every single day at work. A whole head shorter than the average Zebrican stallion, and then some against Zelmenya, he was stocky and muscular, with perhaps just a tiny bit of a stubborn gut that refused to go away.

“You hope?”

He sighed and shuffled over to the couch, upon which he collapsed. “What more can I really say. I’m not a telepath.” She followed him over while he elaborated. “Liesel took it rather well, or at least put on a good display; sometimes, I swear that filly is a real little actress in training. She’s always been good at adapting to situations as they emerge.” He reclined against the arm of the sofa.

Zelmenya reclined in his lap, wearing just a thin nightgown and a pair of shorts. “But,” she added with that musical accent of hers, “You’ve never been away from home this long before.”

No need to tell me what I already know, but that does need to be acknowledged. Forgive me if I withhold my fucks; I’m not in the best of states of mind at the moment, though you are beautiful. I need to tell you something, but how? Farn nodded as he coiled an arm across her flat belly. “Not since becoming a father. I’m damn grateful that, upon coming out of the gendarmerie, that I was able to find work that paid generously, and a place to stay. It’s not my fault that because some idiot didn’t do their job, the nuke plant in Bremane had a bit of a meltdown, and now everyone’s embarked on a panic spree and shutting down nuclear power plants, putting me out of a job. His jaw visibly clenched. “Thanks to this shit, I have to go risk my life in some fourth world shithole for months on end, just to make ends meet. I mean, life’s enough of a bitch already without having to deal with this tripe just to provide for us.”

She placed her hips on his waist. The mare rubbed against him, her soft form calming and exciting the stallion. She turned to look him in the eyes and kissed him. “You don’t have to go, Farn.”

He grinned wryly. “Yeah, I know, I’m not technically bound by contract until I report to the company manager. I could still bail.”

“So why not stay home? I make enough money to support this family. Your place is here, with me, with your family. You left the battlefield long ago, and it haunts you still.” Farn nodded.

She’s speaking both from the heart and from culture. Chechneyans define well off as having enough income to meet expenses and then some. Please, let’s not fight tonight. “I know, Zel. It’s not that we’re going to starve, but we need to be ready for anything that might happen later, such as retirement, college, and unexpected expenses. Look, you know that I wouldn’t leave you if I had any other viable options.”

“I know, Farn. It’s just that I don’t want you to go; I worry about you, and I don’t want anything to happen to you. I want you with me, safe, warm, and happy.”

“Zelmenya, I don’t like it either, but I don’t trust the future. Nothing pays like war work, and it’s pretty much the only thing I’m qualified to do. And we need to get started on investing for our futures. I should only have to do this one time. Then we’ll have enough breathing room for me to get trained for more honest work.”

Zelmenya’s jaw worked slightly as she weighed her choices. She leaned close and whispered, “I don’t like this, but it’s my duty as your wife to support you. I have faith in you, Farn. You’ve never lead me astray. But you can be a cold idiot sometimes, and I’ll tell you when you’re making a mistake.”

He stroked her face. His expression was deadpan. This needs to be said, although it may start another fight. He looked her in the eyes cautiously before responding, “I know we’re fought a lot because of this whole damn affair, but these are our final hours together. Please, I know you want me to stay, and I understand why, but if you truly respect me, trust my judgement, and will support me no matter what, then please don’t try to stop me this time. I love you and respect you. If I didn’t I’d never let you question or chastise me.”

There was a pause. Neither moved. After a long delay, she said, “I guess I can’t convince you, but you’re still the most wonderful stallion in the world, and I shouldn’t bitch you out.”

He grinned. A pink blush appeared on his cheeks. “Davaj, you know I’m not perfect, and I’m not one of those chauvinists; I won’t have a meltdown just because my wife isn’t a slave to me.”

“And I give you that devotion of my own free will, because you earn it, even if you are too modest to admit it.”

“I think you’re the amazing one, because you still wanted to be with me, despite me being gendarmerie, despite my awkwardness, despite my issues…” She felt his hand touch her chest under her garment. She wore nothing underneath. It was almost chaste in a way, how he focused his touch on just his fingertips over her sternum, clavicles, and ribs, his fingertips only lightly and timidly brushed her breasts. His palm felt the distinct beating of her heart, reaffirming that they were alive and this was real. His lips were only just slightly parted, the unmistakable sign of an indecisive word.

“Do you remember what made me first notice you?”

“Was it me drunkenly admiring your performance on the piano?”

She laughed, “Ba, ba, it was after those vanatori de munte got drunk and trashed my father’s tavern. You helped get them out, and then you apologized, and did your best to make up the mess.”

“I was just doing the right thing.”

“But nopony else did,” countered Zelmenya, delicately sliding an arm around his waist. “Since then, I’ve always known you were a good stallion in heart.”

“And the rest?”

“That was being lonely, and maybe a bit too much liquor.”

“Yeah, figures. I was lonely too, only I was too damn shy to even consider you, because you were just so beautiful that I couldn’t have ever imagined that I could possibly have a chance, not when I was just a teenager who knew the feel of Kevlar better than the touch of a mare." I wish I felt more cuddly now. I hope you aren’t doing what I think you’re doing because you think that I'm going to expect sex from you on our last night together

“It’s been about fourteen years since then. Didn’t take me long to help you learn all about mares.”

Farn blushed. “Ha, you sure did. I couldn’t believe what was happening the first time I was with you, or that my cheeks didn’t catch fire,” he laughed hollowly.

“Ty pomnish’ shto ya skazala tebe?”

“Cho?”

“Muzhik,” smiled Zelmenya as her fingers interwove with his. “I said that it’s a mare’s duty to help her stallion in any way possible.”

“What kinds of ways might that include?”

Farn felt Zelmenya work her hand down his back. He reciprocated without a grin, sliding his hand down her front and to her hips. “Oh, you know, do anything that needs to be done, or makes a stallion feel… tense.” She wrapped him in her arms, but he did not relax.

So soft, just like always... Why am I afraid to be close to this mare now? It’s not like we haven’t been together thousands of times before.

“Sotul, Ce este?” She wanted to know what was on his mind.

“I just feel really cold right now, like ice over my heart...”

“Shhhh. It’s okay.” She kissed his forehead. “Do you want to feel close to me? Can you handle that much touch?” Farn nodded.

Nuzzling cautiously against her chest, he replied, “Probably. It’s not PTSD this time.”

“Wie kann ich dich hilfen?”

“Comfort me.” Well, that came out wrong. Zelmenya smirked. Don’t give me that look; you could not have been more transparent if you tried.

“U tebya est’ vremya?” Was there time?

“Da. Wheels up at 0300. Wir haben viel Stunden.” Zel, if I could convey my feelings with words, I would. It’s complicated. I just need to be held right now. Please don’t think I’m asking just because I know you will acquiesce to sex if I ask you. He drew his arms around her waist. “Zel… I…”

“I love you.”

This is hard for me to ask. I need you, but I don’t know what to say or what to do. Please be gentle. “Hold me, please, skin to skin.”

His mare smiled. She kissed him again and then removed his jacket. The red stripes of his telnyashka were visible in the moonlight filtering in through the skylight. Zelmenya gazed at his black tulip tattoo, which started with a stem just above his elbow, and gradually grew into the large flower which was inked onto his shoulder in loving detail. It was like a dark mark on his light flesh, ensuring that the past and those lost could never be forgotten, nor could he escape them or the memories struck permanently into his body and mind. She caressed his warm, muscular arms, and then felt safe when he threw them around her, embracing her, even shaking slightly. They kissed, she much more aggressively than him in an effort to tease out his passion. She took care to not be too passionate and overwhelm her lover. They would have to be restrained, but they had already made an art out of having frenetic, satisfying sex quietly, or at least without disturbing anyone else.

They split apart. Zelmenya leaned back and threw off her top, exposing her appreciable, perky breasts to Farn, who followed her, removing his sleeveless telnyashka. A large vertical scar marred his right pec. She bristled from the cold, prompting him to gentle pull her to himself, earning a happy sigh from her. They ran their hands all over each other, appreciating the closeness. It was just the two of them.

Farn opened his lips. He hesitated before asking, “Zel, may I feel you?”

“Yes,” said she, clasping his hand to her breast. He squeezed and let some of the tension dissipate from his muscles with a silent breath out. He kissed her back, teasing tentatively with his tongue. She answered with gusto, relishing in her husband’s embrace and pushing back.

Warm... soft… feeling… calmer…

She kissed his neck and whispered in his ear, “Touch me, a lot.” He reached out and clapped a hand on her curvaceous ass. “Ooooh.”

He looked up. “Sorry. Is this – are you okay?”

“Mmhm,” hummed Zelmenya, tensing her nails into his back. “Los.”

She is getting into this. I would be loath to disappoint her. Seizing the initiative, the stallion rubbed his palm against her nipple, drawing a pleasured gasp. Her hips lurched and he lunged forwards, throwing her back against the sofa. Swiftly, he grabbed her lacey panties and threw them aside. He kissed her passionately, tweaking her nipple between his fingers. Her body writhed in response, groans of pleasure suppressed but not silenced in their embrace. “Does this feel good?” He breathed, nibbling on her earlobe. I shall never understand why she likes this rough stuff.

“Y-yes,” hissed his wife, clawing deeper into the back of her husband. “That feels – AHAHA!” Zelmenya surged fresh with pleasure from her breast. Farn suckled, kissed, and licked the sensitive teat hard, and then he slowed so as to prolong the fun. He went slowly, barely sucking and applying only the slightest of licks around the areola, but avoiding the nipple itself. Engrossed in his task, more tension fell from him, despite the increasingly urgent clawing and petting on his back, and her gradually growing cries as he ravished her pleasure. Farn spanked her round ass again, satisfied upon hearing the smack of his calloused palm upon the firm flank, followed by an excited gasp from Zelmenya. Eager for more, she encouraged, “Mnogo, daj mnogo mne! Ty ne mozhesh’ byt’ menya bol’she. Ya tvoya proklyataya blyad’, daj mne shto ty hochesh’. Da-da-da-dd-davaj!” The mare shivered as her husband’s tongue brushed right over the sensitive tip of her erect nipple. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Farn spanked her again and again, his own blush growing as his wife’s arousal bloomed. The unmistakable smell of sex wafted from between her legs.

Farn trailed his free left hand down her body, appreciating her shiver at his light touch, never stopping his gradually strengthening ministrations higher up. His fingertips felt every grace and motion of her body. His hand came to a pause on her stomach and rested there as he felt the familiar, big scar. This scar… it’s a souvenir of the troubled, nearly catastrophic birth of Linsel. Thank Allah that Seryoga came out naturally and okay. He’ll be taking his shahada after his birthday. He moved his hand lower down to the erotic curve of her hips. He squeezed and looked up, meeting her gaze. She gave him the half-lidded stare of seduction, her bedroom eyes and a nod. He ravished a lick on her teat, getting a yelp from her lips.

His touch trailed across her leg, crossing over to the sacred territory of her inner thigh. He felt around her mound, smiling when he felt that it was not overgrown. Then, he brought his finger into her vulva, teasing around the outside first before going in. Two digits sank into her hot, soaking pussy with almost no resistance. The muscles of her vagina squirmed and adjusted to the new presences. She squealed again as his thumb found its way to her clit. He dragged his fingers from her slick pussy to lubricate, and then he began teasing around it, just as he unleashed a barrage on the teat in his mouth.

Zelmenya jerked and squealed as his suction, lips, and tongue struck her all at once, overturning her frustration with a wave of pleasure from above and below. She was so sensitive, so close. She let out another gasp, feeling his experienced tongue roll around her nipple. Her toes curled and she started panting. “Oh, fuck. Getting close.”

Farn responded by ravishing her even harder. Her nails dug into his back, drawing pain and blood, but he bore it for her. His thumb kept playing at her clit, adding to her heat. She sucked in air and cried, “Farn! Fuck!” Her body shook in the throes of orgasm. Frenzied, her lips sought his, clamping down on her lover to muffle her peals of pleasure. She writhed against the couch and her lover, humming happily, tensing and relaxing with each fading pulse and trough of sensation from her chest, even as he faithfully toyed with her nethers.

Farn cradled Zelmenya while her body returned from its peak. They embraced tenderly, kissing repeatedly on the lips and elsewhere. Farn touched his forehead to hers and met her happy gaze. “How was that, draga mea?”

“Good.”

Good. I know that she’ll love this next bit, but I won’t. “You’re gonna love this,” growled he into her ear. Then he drew back, beholding his mare exposed before him in all her glory with the heat and frenzy and flush of her orgasm still painted on her face and body, her nipples standing at attention atop her generous breasts, rising and falling as her chest heaved with every winded breath carrying a faint trace of a sensual moan. The modest curves of her body gave way to the unmistakable flare of her hips. Her slender, long legs were spread wide for him, inviting him to her hot, wet pussy. The stallion’s erection struggled against his undergarments, but he ignored it. These are our last hours together; I am going to do this right for her.

The mare teased, “Take those off and fuck me.” She waggled her hips and cooed, touching herself.

The stallion grinned. “I’m going to ravish you until you scream my name.” He took a deep breath and leaned forwards. His lover’s eyebrows raised.

“What’re you – OH! Farn…” The mare grinned and blushed, feeling the first jolts of delight as her stallion’s mouth found her pussy. She shivered, prompting him to secure his arms around her thighs and push himself harder against her needy cunt. He sucked and lapped the juices, bringing them up to her clit to lubricate his lips and tongue’s ministrations to his mare’s clit.

The taste was far from one of his favorites; it was like a slimy, slightly warm fluid somewhere between tasteless, bitter, and slightly salty, sort of like a cross between the worst traits of sweat and drool. He’d endured worse flavors; the smell was the worst part, assaulting him with a stench like some old food that had gone bad. Clenching his thumbs shut in his fingers, Farn pressed on, fighting the urge to gag and retch. He shut his eyes, taking in the experience of servicing his love. I’m going to make her scream my name.

Zelmenya felt the pleasure blossom within her, her heat only enhanced by each lick, kiss, and suck her love bestowed upon her pussy. She gasped, flexing her fingers and toes, as a strong kiss graced her inner lips. Then, she let out a low moan, feeling the hot tongue slide into her. Her pussy tingled from the muscle stroking and stretching her inner walls. He sucked her gently, carefully, listening to her gasps and moans. He ate her out gracefully and with finesse, letting her experience the sensations build gradually, rather than sloppily, clumsily racing just to get her off. His tongue lapped out from the top edge of her pussy and then traced around between her inner and outer labia. Her stallion administered to her with firm, broad strokes, gradually working his way across her orifice. He came up for air, his face blushing, with all parts coated in her juices. They stopped for a moment to exchange looks. He smiled at her, prompting back a husky laugh. The stallion took another breath and returned to pleasing his mare, diving back into her folds. He gave himself completely to her.

Farn’s tongue dabbed up towards her clit. Zelmenya tensed with anticipation, her lust now brought to a rolling boil. She massaged her husband’s head, alternating between gently stroking it and guiding it to all the right spots. He kissed and licked around her, but never touching her sensitive clit, instead inflaming her passion and inching her towards release. He pleasured her without remorse, taking control of her pleasure sometimes and at other times letting her guide him. He drove her crazy by refusing to let her be fully dominated or dominant, thus inflaming both her passions.

His tongue licked in tight, fast circles around her clit, lapping harder and faster in responses to her own growing pleasure. He switched between spots, fast or slow, and light or hard, never letting any one spot or technique grow tired, keeping her aroused and desperate for whatever came next. Her breathing became shallower, coming in irregular pants. Erotic moans and groans slipped through her parted lips. Her hips shook and tensed, the carnal pleasure within her began to make her tight muscles thrum with anticipation.

“F-fuck!” Zelmenya squealed, surprised. Farn’s tongue flicked across her clit. She tembled with a gasped, jolted by the sudden spike of pleasure. Her stallion made the zebra quake happily as he lavished a long, hot, lick across her clit. She threw her legs around him, binding him to her. Unable to bare the exquisite teasing any longer, she begged “J-just make me c-c-cum already, please!” Farn took one last breath of air and unleashed a wonderful barrage all across her vulva, kissing her labia, sucking at her, and scouring her pussy with his tongue. Her bliss suddenly blossomed, feeling her lover’s fantastic mouth ravish her hot pussy with exquisite suction, passionate kisses, and masterful caresses from his hot, amazing, tongue that knew her every part and always touched her just the way she loved.

She lost her voice. Opening her mouth let loose torrents of primal, lewd noises. The feeling in her pussy was almost unbearable. Her body spasmed. Her hips jerked and twitched barely under control. She grabbed fingerfuls of his hair and hung on for dear life. She was almost there – just one more thing and she’d go wild. Just…

“Cum.”

The command was followed by a powerful tongue kiss to the most sensitive tip of her aching clit.

“FUCK!” Her climax ripped through her form like an explosion of pure carnal bliss.* She clamped her legs and arms down on her lover as her entire body violently convulsed from the euphoria in her core. Waves, deluges of pleasure slammed through her body, setting her nerves ablaze. Her voice failed completely, turning into an unrestrained howl of cosmic bliss. Her mind went blank. She clenched shut her eyes, seeing everything flood white. Lightning coursed through the mare. Indescribable pleasure quaked from her core. Her body spiraled out of control, but she didn’t care; it felt so good she only writhed and shuddered, desperately squeezing out all the ecstasy she could, forcing her lover to give her more. She felt amazing; she felt so good that it hurt, but the beautiful agony only made her crave more pleasure to drown out everything but the perfect climax consuming her body.

It seemed an eternity when she came down less than a minute later. Farn used the lull to clean his face of her fluids. Happy, but far from spent, she sat up and threw herself upon her husband, wrapping him in her arms and holding him to her chest. “Fuck. That was the best orgasm ever.” She panted.

That good? Farn opened his mouth, but she cut him off.

“Is time to pay you back!” Zelmenya laughed, pushing Farn onto his back and stripping him nude in seconds. His pale cheeks flushed bright red as Zelmenya rubbed his cock and licked her lips seductively. “Mmmmmmm.. vkusnyj,” she exclaimed, taking him into her mouth immediately.

“Whoa.” Farn twitched, sighing out pleasure at he felt Zelmenya’s warm, wet mouth engulf his hard cock, taking him all the way to the balls, running his length along her tongue. She bobbed her head up, sucking gently, using her lips and tongue to do most of the work. He relaxed, feeling his dick assailed by a lovely wave of warm softness. She kept her teeth away from his penis. This is nice… He ran his fingers through her hair, watching her bob her plump lips up and down. She slurped and sucked his dick, making the blowjob nice, slow and wet. He smiled. Maybe it really can be okay, if she can still love me in spite of this… “I love you.”

“You too,” his beloved Zelmenya mumbled, coming up for air. She lowered her head again, taking him all the way in.

“Wow…”

“It’s not like you’re hard to blow – thick, but you’re too short to make me gag.” Farn snorted, fighting back the urge to laugh out of consideration for his lover’s comfort.

“You just have a big mouth,” teased Farn.

“You too,” Zelmenya countered, flourishing a lick around the base. He tiled back his head and yawned. “Hey, am I boring you? How do you like this,” she growled, pulling some hair out of her face before suddenly plunging down his whole length again, picking up speed. Her stallion’s senses rejoiced at her ministrations, lavishing her husband’s cock with firm licks, sucking and kissing focused on the sensitive head. She felt him stir and shake as his cock hardened more in her hot mouth. His hands started working her face up and down his shaft, pumping in and out. She gave an exquisite suck, making him jolt and sigh out her name. She hummed happily, picking up her pace and blowing harder, determined to make him lose control. Soon, she was sucking and licking fast up and down his cock, feeling him tense up as his orgasm drew nearer. Lewd sounds and groans slipped from his lips as he watched mesmerized by the beautiful mare giving him exquisite pleasure.

If only I could hold her instead of watching. So much for making love. Farn quivered, a sentence half on his lips. “Zel, ya-”

She felt him twitch again at her touch. Some preejaculatory fluid leaked from his tip. Slurping again, she breathed, “Ya znayu. Cum in my mouth.”

“Aa-ah, I wanted to ask, would you make love to me and hold me close, please? I want to be inside you.” He grinned awkwardly, twirling his hair like a nervous student.

His wife stopped and fixed him with her hooded, erotic stare with her lips pursed around his broad shaft. Their eyes met with mutual smiles. She lifted her lips from his with a slurp, letting his dick flop out to attention. She gave the underside one last long lick, making her husband curl his toes. “Gladly, lover. Have I your consent to fuck you until your seed runs down my leg?”

“Ja. Are you safe?”

“Da. I thought you might want to play, so I put my cap in.”

“Pizdatnaya Devchonka,” flashed Farn with a grin, seeing his wife advance over to him and then straddle his hips to give him a good show. This is my mare. How beautiful she is, and she is mine alone!

She lowered herself, teasing him with her wetness and leaning over him with her lovely breasts clouding his eyes. On reflex, he kissed and suckled them, inspiring a blush and gasp from her. Her silvery mane cascaded about their faces. He hugged her hips and rocked her with his arms. His fingers dug into the firm cheeks of her ass. Carefully, she maneuvered herself over his poor erection, navigating by feel and smearing a trail over her lust on his body. The labia brushed against his penis. He shivered, making an indistinct moan of longing. Zelmenya smiled, aroused at how he was enjoying himself. She gentle rubbed their parts together, slowly, gradually working the both of them to the breaking point even as their joining drew near.

Farn kept on sucking her tits, feeling his own passion increase with the volume of her moans. He wrapped one arm wrapped around her upper back to keep her close. The warmth of her body against his brought a smile to his face.

Farn felt something hot and wet brush against his cockhead. He heard and felt Zelmenya’s eager giggle reverberate, and looked down just to see her pussy descend and engulf his cock fully with such ease it was like she was sucking him in. He gasped and momentarily trembled, feeling the wonderful shock of something hot, tight, and soft enveloping his cock. He looked up to see her face inches from his own, beaming at him, and then felt her wiggle her hips, sending sparks of pleasure up and down his spine. His hips instinctively bucked to relish the sensation. He thrust up into her, eager to feel himself all the way inside his lover. The light stallion entered union with the dark mare.

Her cunt felt like heaven, caressing and cradling his cock, yet making every slight motion result in delightful surges of carnal pleasure. She stayed back while riding him, letting him enjoy the view and run his hands all over her soft body. His eyes were drawn to their hips. That is where Zelmenya and I become one. It would be so terribly easy to hurt her, and she could hurt me just as badly, but we don’t. We are at our most vulnerable, trusting each other completely, and the result is heaven. He watched her ride up and down his cock, at times taking him all the way, and others, having only the tip still inside. She sashayed her hips around so beautifully, stirring him in her heated pussy. She rode him slowly, making the most out of every motion and drawing out the pleasure. They closed their eyes, He lay back, basking in the joy of being intimate with the one he loved truly.

The mare leaned forwards again over the stallion, touching their lower bodies together. She draped her arms around his neck and pulled him close for a passionate kiss. She too felt the intimate pleasure building down below. She was sensitive and loved penetration – the sense of being filled. Perhaps she’d cum again with him. She bucked her hips up and down sensuously, grinding against him and feeling the pleasure build within her. She gasped as her lover’s lips caught her teat. She was so aroused that she felt the pleasure overwhelming her quickly. She pressed fully against him, rocking with her orgasm, feeling him approach his own. His hips trembled with each thrust, and he kissed a spot within her that drove her wild.

They embraced fully now, holding each other close while going at a comfortable pace. They made love together, kissing and cuddling, savoring he warmth, comfort, and delight the other could provide, selflessly giving their all. This is making love.

Happy feelings ran up and down farn’s dick, generated by the constant barrage of sweet friction Zelmenya’s hot, sweet, tight, pussy massaging his length, pulsing gently. Zelmenya cried out and trembled, the feelings from her breast and pussy resonating. They fucked each other, giving and getting their best. Their hearts raced. Their breathing turned fast, ragged, and irregular, gasping for air between moans and pants of pleasure. They lost sight of the world, engrossed in each other, the moment, their joy.

Farn felt the tight pressure in his cock. He was rock hard and felt like his cock was about to explode. Her insides coiled around him, massaging, milking him for his release. The heat soaked his cheeks with an epic blush. Every thrust and crash of hips made him shudder. He looked Zelmenya in the eyes before grabbing her head and kissing her as hard as possible, dueling with their lips and tongue to suppress their cries. Zelmenya changed her angle with a flourish of her hips, letting him strike a sweet spot deep inside her. She grabbed his hands, fingers intertwined, and wrested him down. Her hips bucked again, the tension mounting inside her. Just a bit more, and she’d cum, setting him off deep inside of her.

They split for air, Zelmenya playing frenetically with her clip, her entire body shaking just shy of climax. Farn ran his eyes up and down her form, breathless at the spectacle of witnessing the dearest, sexiest, only mare reaching orgasm atop him, with him soon to follow. The mare groaned and quaked, her hips giving one big jerky wobble. Suddenly, her jaws opened wide and she exclaimed, “Farn, I’m cumming!!”

She dug into his back, kissing him to muffle her primal moans. Her pussy pulsed and she bucked wildly atop him, throwing herself against him, embracing him fully. He gave a start, his dick almost consumed in flames of ecstasy, frantically bucking up into her. So pleasant… unbelievable… “ZEL!” the stallion groaned, seizing the mare about her shoulder blades and waist. FUCK! I'm cumming in you!

He came. His cock jumped. Her cunt milked him for everything, clenching, squeezing, writing, and massaging it. Carnal bliss consumed every nerve. He felt the pressure pulse in his cock as he released big torrents of hot cum into the pussy. He shook uncontrollably, bucking and squirming as instinct drove him to rut his mate and fill her with his seed deep inside. He released so much it hurt; he could feel it shooting out and flowing around inside her. She kept fucking and writing, even as the pleasure immobilized him grinding as deep as he could. The mare atop his cock sent spasms of ecstasy tearing through his body and obliterating any thought but breeding her. Their desire to be close held them in a close embrace, together writhing at the height of carnal pleasure, kissing frantically to convey feelings and hide their uncontrollable bellows and peals of bliss. Her wonderful, soaking, greedy pussy milked him for every last drop of cum he could give, and his rock hard cock fired blast after blast of cum into her.

They came down together, exhausted, but absolutely content. Her pussy still shook and his softening dick still gave small squirts of semen. She lifted off him. Still sensitive, Farn winced, “Blyad’!” and collapsed with his spent penis and a small puddle of fluids on his groin. “I didn’t know I could come so hard. That… I came so much it was a little painful. I never came that hard before.”

“I’m glad. And thank you so much for eating me out; I know you don’t like it, but I appreciate you giving me pleasure selflessly.” She brushed his face, tracing his squarish chin with her fingers.

“I love you, Zelmenya.” He held her close and kissed her deeply in the afterglow. “Thank you so much. I really needed that.” And I didn’t cry this time. I was worried that this was going to be one of those times.

There was a long silence, but she answered him with a kiss. Their fingers intertwined again. She laughed, “I think we both did.”

“Scilicet. And they say that the male is the libinous one.." She chuckled and lay her head down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. They snuggled together quietly, savoring the closeness, neither wanting to move nor speak for fear of providing an opportunity for reality to barge in and drag them apart. But they still did their best to delay the inevitable. At long last, Farn spoke up. “It’s not the money that had me all worked up.”

“I didn’t think so. You’re not like that. Davaj, let’s take a bath.” They were soon together in a warm bathtub, sitting face to face, legs thrown around each other.

He held her tightly. It is so hard for me to admit this. “It’s something completely different, but not totally unrelated. And it’s going to keep me from you and the kids. Zelmenya, I need to tell you this.”

“Okay, what’s on your mind?”

This is gonna suck. Bad memories flew to his mind. Go away! I don’t want to remember! Not here. Not now. This is hard enough on me, on her, no on all of us, already. He snuggled his head against her bosoms. “Zelmenya, I’m worried about leaving.” There, I said it. I’m weak. She opened her mouth, but thought better of it. “But not because I’m worried about money, or you, or the kids. I don’t worry about being killed, maimed, or captured. I can’t worry about such mundane things for my profession – I’d go insane. I’m worried about returning to war, because I’ve already been there, and I know what it does to me.”

“I understand.” She brushed his, short golden blond mane.

Anger pulsed through him for a moment. Orly? CAN YOU!? Stoj -- No, I won’t lash out at her. She’s doing her best to help. And we just made love; now is not the time for this bullshit. Allah, give me strength. He struggled and swallowed those feelings, not opening his mouth until they abated. “Naturally, it’s going to be a real bitch for my PTSD, but that’s beside the point. I had that through most of my service, probably; I know how to keep that under control. It won’t be pleasant, but I can handle it.”

“What are you afraid of?”

Farn froze. Zelmenya continued to hold and caress him. She felt the tension in his rigid muscles. “Myself,” Farn whispered, sagging onto her like a tired kitten. “I know that when it comes right down to it, I absolutely will not hesitate to pull the trigger. You know how I was. My experiences in the gendarmerie, and as a mercenary, changed me, and not for the better. I remember getting into a firefight way up north in The Zone. I killed eight guys in just a few minutes, and I was thrilled by the excitement of the fight, and admittedly took far more pleasure in exterminating eight of my fellow sentient beings than I should have. This was not an isolated incident. I turned into a monster with alarming regularity. And I liked being a monster. Do you understand what I mean?”

Zelmenya Baumrinde hugged her husband closer, his chin coming to rest atop her shoulder as his arms wrapped around her body. Their cheeks rubbed together. “You’re afraid that being in action again will turn you into a monster.”

Genau. Farn Baumrinde nodded and hummed. Auch, damnit, I’m breaking. My heart… Tears began spilling as he whispered his darkest fears in between sobs. “I don’t want to be like that again. I can’t let myself become like that again. I just can’t! It wouldn’t be right or fair for any of us. I couldn’t love you properly when I was like that. The first time I saw you after we got married, I’d spent much of the day blind drunk, trying to drown my sorrows. I certainly can’t be the father our children need or deserve if I’m like that! I can’t be the stallion you need, and certainly nothing like the one you deserve, if I come back as a cold killing machine. I’ve come such a long way, and I don’t want to lose the more than a decade’s progress. I’m a bad zebra, devcha, because even though I know that I was a violent, destructive, isolated, autophobic bastard back then, I can’t help but reminisce fondly and be proud of myself. Sometimes, I wish those days never ended. Back then, the world was much simpler. I didn’t have to worry about anyone but myself. And I had fun. All that death, and I was enjoying myself.”

Zelmenya stroked his broad shoulders and pet his short, somewhat thinning, hair. “You served your country well, Sotul. I know every part of you, and not one piece of you is evil. You are a warrior – that’s all.”

“Does that make me a bad person? I happily kill without hesitation. I fight for money. I have no problems with violence. I enjoy combat. I love weapons. I am obsessed with war. That’s me being extremely honest. And you know what, I sound like a fucking psycho.”

“Ne skazhi tot! You aren’t a monster, Farn. I love you. Yes, you’re a warrior; that’s what you are, but that’s not who you are. That’s – those things are just part of the job. They’re in the past. But you’re not like that now, at home. You’re the nicest, best stallion I know. You’re kind, you’re helpful, you’re polite, you’re a lot of fun.” Farn scoffed at the last one. “You’re interesting, you’re honest, you’re smart, you’re brave, you’re loyal, you’re dependable, you’re likable, you’re considerate, you’re a great dad and family guy; everybody in the family loves you, even my unpleaseable father thinks you’re fantastic. The fact that you can reflect and feel remorse means that you’re not a horrible person, because a horrible person wouldn’t care or feel sorry. It really touches you, because you have a heart of gold. You’ve changed and grown so much since then; there’s no way that the icy gunpony could ever return, because you’re no longer the stallion you were. So, please, Farn, my love, please believe that you’re a good stallion. I have faith in you, sotul meu.” Zelmenya stopped her pleas. Silence. Tears silently rolled down his face again, matching the compassionate concern on hers.

Farn inwardly contemplated everything for almost the next hour. If the one closest to me thinks that I am a good person, but I do not believe them, then what does that mean? Does it meant that I’m right, and that she’s deluding herself? Does it mean that she’s right and I hate myself? I need booze. With a great sniff, Farn dried his tears. “Zelmenya, I don’t know the answer now. It might take me a while to figure it out, but thank you for listening. I’ll be fine. At least I probably will be, eventually.”

She pulled the plug and answered, “I know you’ll be.” They kissed deeply, pressed together flesh to flesh. “So, are you going to go out like this, or would you like to put some clothes on?”

He blushed. “Oh, sorry.” She giggled as they both got dressed again. Farn slipped on his 6B3 bronezhilet, grabbed his ruck loaded with everything he’d need, and took his AK-74 from its resting place hanging by its two point sling from the coat rack standing in the atrium, and slung it around his left shoulder and his neck, letting it hang down his front.

Farn embraced Zelmenya one last time, communicating their feelings with the physical contact. They kissed again. “Is it time?” Zelmenya looked down into his eyes with a peculiar expression of pained acceptance.

“Yeah.” Their foreheads touched. “Ya uhozhu,” he said.

“Podazhdu.” She tilted his chin up with her delicate fingers and bent down to kiss him one last time. Their eyes met. It was over all too quickly, but it would have to suffice. This would be easy on nobody in the family, but to survive is to endure and prosper, and they most certainly would survive. Farn Baumrinde stepped outside, abandoning the warm arms of his wife for the cold winds of the world.

Wait a minute! Why can’t she just drive me to the train station? And so they had one last drive together in the car as they turned the volume all the way up and rolled the windows all the way down, blasting Golubye Berety songs as they drove, rocking out like they did when they would go cruising during the early days of their romance in their youth. They embraced and kissed for the last time at the train station carpool loop.

“I love you, Farn. Please, return.”

“I love you, Zelmenya. I shall.” An awful lot is unresolved, but that’s life, I guess.

And with that, they separated, not to be reunited for a long time. Farn found the mercs he'd be working with, and Zelmenya heard the ending of the song she’d seen off her husband to. “Za oknom letjat ogni, vsjo ostalos' pozadi. Edut na vojnu patsany. Edut na vojnu patsany. Edut na vojnu patsany. Edut na vojnu patsany. Edut... Edut na vojnu patsany.”

She sang, “Lights fly behind the windows, all is left behind. The boys are going to war.”

Author's Note

And thus concludes my first trilogy! W00T! I thought I'd end it with some hot feelsy clop.
Thanks to MrSing for editing this piece. As per his request, he did not have anything to do with the clop, because I added that in after he returned the revised product to me.
Thank you so much for reading and being with me through this thing. If you haven't seen the other fics, please read them. They tell the story of Zarn Baumrinde.
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