Ostnordia at War - chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Ostnordia at War - chapter 3

... to sit next to in school.

“I used to think about Hans Afrit, until he got married. But now … it doesn’t matter. Good night.”

Since she didn’t object and we were doing it to survive, I was more than happy to jerk off and cum in her mouth twice during the night. The second time she said, “Help me stay dry too.” She pushed my face between her legs and I licked up her juice. The next morning, we made love. I thought Anika would resist, but she seemed even happier than I was. As I was getting breakfast together she looked at her watch and said, “It’s the morning of December 25th. Merry Christmas!” I smiled remembering the joy her sexual gifts had brought me, but knew we were still in a life-or-death situation.

The blizzard continued and we slowed to practically a crawl for six more days. We would go to bed when the sun went down, keep each other warm and happy all night, then kiss and make love again when we woke. We realized we loved each other in a physical way, as well as the usual family way. As soon as the sun rose, we would check the snare traps we set each evening. They rewarded us with five rabbits over the course of our two-week trip. We caught another small fish through the river ice and supplemented that with several handfuls of dried berries we found sticking out of the snow. We had four days’ worth of food left, but if we hadn’t trapped or fished, we would have been down to almost nothing.

The storm finally let up as we got to the edge of a large grove of ...

... trees. We saw a helicopter land on the far side of a valley from us. A dozen soldiers got out and we quietly laughed at them. They were wearing white parkas, but JUNGLE camouflage pants and BLACK caps! They had snowshoes, but they were factory-made aluminum ones, which sent off gleaming reflections of the sun. They wouldn’t even do for hunting, since the shine would alert any animals nearby. Well-armed soldiers would be dangerous, but these obviously knew almost nothing about winter in the subarctic.

They split into two groups of six, one heading away from us and the other in our direction. Their awkward gait and slow pace made it clear none of them had snowshoed more than a kilometer or two before. Anika and I quickly agreed on a plan. We left most of our things in the snow cave with a small campfire burning outside. She climbed the steep hill nearby and I skied 200 meters away and found a good spot behind some boulders.

When the enemy got to our camp and started looking around, I heard Anika’s bird call, indicating she would take her first shot in five seconds. I aimed at the one who appeared to be in charge and counted down. A split-second before I fired, I heard a BANG from her rifle. As my own went off, I saw an explosion of blood from one of the men. She had hit him in the neck! I got enough of a glimpse to tell my shot was on target, hitting the leader in the chest as the recoil thrust my shoulder back.

I rapidly cycled the bolt and aimed for another shot. I ...