Liutenant Cleo "Alex" Alexander was the head of the 227th Sniper squad. She seemed pissed off at the moment she saw the vehicle deployment for their moving out next day their squad was going to be the last in the line. She decided to pay a visit to the armory chief in charge, captain Uzumaki.
He explained there was not anything he could do, as he was not in charge of the operation and let alone who could go first or last in the deployment.

"Look, liutenant. I might be in higher grounds, but I am just the manager, not the big boss" he explained.
"I am only asking for a fair setting, you know I am the best of the best, captain!" Cleo groaned as her stress couldn't be any more built up.
"Right now I am on a routine check up, if you want to complain, go to the CC, alright?" He thought that was a nice save.
But that did not work with Cleo "Excuse me!?"
Their arguing went on and on, Alex couldn't resist to peek inside the camo shirt of the captain, and as soon she realized they were at the peak of spring, her body couldn't do anything but lean forward and kiss that dirty mechanic.
"I am sorry, it's... just... you know..." she blushed
"I haven't had sex since I left home. I have saw many males like you, soldiers and such. But all I could do is help myself. Of course, when you watch the mechanics crew shirtless, males working out at the gym and playing basketball or softball like that too... wouldn't you go crazy as a female?"
The captain kept his shock, but he quickly shook his head and nodded swiftly "Yes, of course..."
Cleo then took of her bulky war coat off, showing a green olive tanktop.
She said "Besides, I looked at you as so strong, healthy and... cute"
They quickly began to strip their clothes as if they were shreds of a tree bark.
They were lucky as it was nearly lunch break at the outpost. They were already barely naked. She decided it would be very original to show him her real gun: A custom fit self built M14 Designated Marksman Rifle.
She began to play with her work tool in front of one of the Humvees, doing all sorts of poses that surely didn't change the soft grin on the captain's face, but his nether region did. That reacted into a smile on Alex's face, knowing he was the kind of male she was waiting for, even if they were in the middle of a dangerous battlefield.
Alex's eyes opened wide the moment she slipped off the pants of that male superior: it was huge, and pounding like her heart in that moment, throbbing slowly. She couldn't do but touch that shaft and stimulate it with her bare naked body, as the shallow breeze from the desert seemed like a blessing among all that scorching blaze.
She laid face-down over the top and rested her knees on the hood. He followed her and sat on his knees behind her. She spread her bent legs and looked back with a smirk. He bent his neck down and followed his instincts.
Alex's teeth gritted along while she muffled her own moans of pleasure. "That male knows what is he dealing with" she thought. Shiro, the captain, was concentrated in pleasing each bit of her flesh as he licked her with his eyes closed. All that sweat and thrist from the harsh desert seemed gone, as the warmth of supposed lust was snuggling like a blanket around them.
As soon as he stopped licking, Alex looked back, panting softly and twisting her neck back. She looked at Shiro ready, just about to strike the next step of her plan. Like a general, she gave the order "Do it."
That reckless member went deep, as her lust cushioned all that pain and felt like she was mounted like a proper female. They didn't care about anything now, after all, war turned them into beasts. The hips of both of them clashed into a soft squishy noise, left unheard into that bubble of passion and lust built up. It seemed crazy, but that didn't care for that couple now. It was their duty, the order imposed by their own. If they stopped, the sarge of their minds would punish them with guilty.
They could feel it screaming at them. Shiro couldn't avoid to howl softly, which made Cleo more aware. Her breasts rustling over her rifle and the top of that mastodon sized truck surged her pleasure like a thunderbolt, and to make things "worse", Shiro's thrusting and pounding against each inch of surface inside her seemed like if she was close to nirvana. Until... she howled louder, making her pleasure explode into a flooding lubricant feel. She came.
This, however, didn't stop the male mechanic from going on. As there was less friction, he could move easier and plunge more and more. Alex's moans seemed to evolve into words: "That's it, I am done! Finish me! Shoot me! I want it inside!"
All that cheering sure made that work, as while Shiro rammed up to the last end of Cleo's body, he clenched his teeth together and gave one last thrust. His cock throbbed into a pleasing canine knot, making sure she was going to receive all that load. A straight shot: The tip was touching the cervix, causing that rich seed to cross through and meet its destiny.
"Whoa, I am sorry, Alex..." He was back into reality.
She shook her head with a smile. "It's Cleo, by the way."
She pulled herself from that gun, turned around and kissed the wolf in her lips "Cleo is my real name"
"Cleo..." he hugged her with no hesitation, letting nothing but a warm grin.
"Call me if you... you know..." she whispered into his ear.
"Of course. A routine check up"
Cleo's smile grew like in no other moment in her life.

THE END