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Soldier Boy ran as fast as his body could carry him, his muscles still waking from being unused in the cryo-chamber for so long. His muscles burned as he pushed himself forward, his stomach aching from the release of his powers. He had no idea who those people were or what they wanted, but he had to get out of there and fast. He was sure that whatever they wanted, it wasn’t good.
He burst through a heavy metal door, finding himself suddenly outside, the cool night air breezing over his skin. He stopped to take a deep breath, the smell of iron and fire and blood from within the building slowly dissipating from his nostrils, replaced instead with crisp, cold air and the smell of industrialization. His head snapped back to attention as he heard shouts from within the building, reminding him of why he was running.
He took off once more, sticking to the shadows, trying to avoid any passing cars, lights, and people as he slithered into unfamiliar passageways. His body protested, but was quickly adjusting as it usually did. But he still felt on fire. He stopped once he felt he was a good distance away, leaning against the cold brick wall in an alley as he caught his breath. His blood boiled, his sense of smell heightening with every waking moment. He flexed his hands, closing his eyes and trying to get a grip. His rut was quickly waking too, growing with urgency to a point he knew it wouldn’t be ignored.
The scuffle of feet drew his attention once more, his head snapping towards the sound. Under the one diming light of the alley he could see a woman, stood alone and lighting a cigarette. He was enraptured for a moment, taking in her scant clothing of a design and style wth which he wasn’t familiar. Along with the tendrils of smoke, her scent trickled to him and he breathed deeply.
She was a Beta, of that he was sure, and his body was further enticed. He could smell her perfume and the mix of several men about her, as well as the slick that was ruining her underwear. He grunted disapprovingly, knowing she was likely a prostitute, which would explain the scents. She was pretty and petite, the kind of woman he would have fucked and left behind many times in his day. His body began to respond, having been without such pleasures for far too long.
He grunted lightly, moving swiftly and grabbing up the woman before she could even figure out what was going on. He spun her towards the wall in a flash, her cigarette dropping to the ground and burning slowly before being put out as it collected the dampness from the ground, its sizzle heard in the emptiness of the night.
She screeched as he pressed her body into the wall, his body pressed against her back, “Pozhaluysta, ne!” she begged and Soldier Boy scowled. He held her hands together with one of her own against the brick wall, his other hand holding her hip tightly as he ground his growing erection against her.
“Pozhaluysta, pozvol’ mne uyti! Pozhaluysta!” She whined and pleaded, trying to fight against his grip, which only angered him further. She didn’t stand a chance against his strength, but that didn’t stop her from trying.
He released her hands, pressing her harder into the wall as he moved the hand around her throat, squeezing tightly as he spoke deep and low in her ear, his hot breath puffing against her skin, “Shut up with that Commie shit.”
He roughly and quickly moved his other hand from her hip, his fingers dipping between her legs and finding her warm folds. She bucked against him with a whine, her thighs clamping against the intrusion of his hand. Her desperate pleas continued but he tuned them out, his mind set on one singular goal.
Smirking, he shimmied her skirt up to her hips, ripping her panties off and shoving her harder into the wall. He grunted, nipping at her neck and demanding her submission as he thrust harshly inside of her. She screamed, the intrusion sudden and unwelcome. He was relentless, tuning out her sounds, focusing only on his need for release. He fucked her hard, his grip bruising on her as he held her steady for what he gave. The night air carried her cries and his grunts and growls as he used her to service his own end.
He bent his knees, both hands finding her hips and bending her further as he pounded her hard and fast, the slap of their skin echoing off the brick. The dim yellow light that cast over them made her skin look sickly, but he didn’t care, his impending orgasm within reach.
With a fierce growl and deep plunge, he came hard, the breath punched from him as he finally satiated the pleasure his body craved. His knot popped but quickly deflated, a skill he honed in his finer days, allowing him to minimize the time he had to be connected to any one person. Once done, he withdrew, letting the sobbing girl fall to the ground, her knees now covered in dirt as his cum dripped down her thighs.
He huffed, his shoulders rising and falling as he stepped back from her. The sounds of shouts and pounding feet quickly approaching told him it was time to go. He reached down, grabbing up the purse she had dropped in the altercation, digging through it and deciding to take it with him, not knowing what he might need. With one last glance at the weeping woman at his feet he scoffed and grinned, running down the alleyway, taking a turn and determined to lose his trackers.