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Chapter 7: Hunger Behind Closed Doors (1)
He hissed under his breath, "Ethan… you can get any woman with that face. Why take your friend's wife?"
Baruch stepped forward and grabbed Salman's arm tightly. Salman stared at him, puzzled by the sudden urgency.
Baruch swallowed hard. "Hey, I have good news. Come with me. We should talk about our future routes."
He didn't wait for an answer. He pulled Salman and Shmuel toward a quiet corner near the military camp, waving for the others to follow.
Shmuel frowned. "Where is Ethan? Should we call the boy? Someone go fetch him."
"Oh, no need," Baruch said too quickly. "I checked on him before coming here. He was… resting."
He wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead.
Talia, who had been walking ahead, stopped and doubled back. No one questioned Rivka's absence. They all assumed she was resting after everything she endured.
Baruch cleared his throat and explained about meeting Samad, and how he suggested leaving for India or anywhere the war hadn't touched yet.
The group immediately began discussing routes and possibilities, but Baruch kept glancing over his shoulder, his expression shifting between fear, guilt, and something darker he couldn't name.
...….
Sometimes ago….
Ethan moved faster and faster down the corridor, one hand clamped over his nose. The stench of sweat, diesel fumes, old canvas, even horse dung crashed into his senses like waves. His heightened smell made everything unbearable.
He slipped into the small room the British had assigned him. Because of his forged status as a German deserter, he received slightly better accommodation than the others. He shut the door behind him and finally allowed himself a long breath.
"Damn… I have to eat something. I did not even have breakfast."
A knock broke the moment.
Ethan opened the door.
Rivka stood there, holding a loaf of bread and a bowl of thin gruel. She looked exhausted, her eyes swelling from fatigue and everything they had endured.
Surprised but grateful, Ethan thanked her and stepped aside to take the food. But instead of leaving, Rivka followed him inside.
"I wanted to thank you earlier," she said softly, voice trembling. "But… I was too afraid."
"It's okay," Ethan replied. "Really. I was just saving myself." He tried to keep the tone light.
Rivka stepped closer, and her composure cracked. She leaned her forehead against his shoulder and started crying, quietly at first, then with shuddering breaths she could not suppress.
Ethan froze.
Her scent—warm, sweet, familiar—swirled around him like heat. It made his throat tighten.
Rivka's dress slipped slightly as she trembled, revealing a glimpse of her skin. She didn't seem to notice, lost in her own emotions. Ethan quickly looked away and focused on eating the bread, trying to anchor himself.
But Rivka leaned in again, inhaling softly. Confusion flashed across her face.
"Why do you smell so… nice?" she whispered. "I don't understand."
The days of running, the constant terror, the deaths, the helplessness—she had been holding everything inside. Now that they were safe, even temporarily, the dam finally broke. And standing close to Ethan, she felt something unfamiliar but comforting. Something that made her body relax for the first time in days.
Looking up at him, she saw his bright blue eyes, the absurdly perfect face that didn't belong in a place like this.
For a moment, he really did look like an angel.
Without thinking, Rivka reached up and kissed him.
Ethan stiffened, he was trying desperately not to focus on the sweet, intoxicating scent radiating from her, but instinct surged faster than thought.
He kissed her back.
The food dropped from his hand. His arms wrapped around her almost automatically, pulling her in. The closeness, the heat, the scent, it all crashed over him at once, drowning every rational thought.
Before he lost what little control he had left, Ethan guided Rivka to sit on the edge of the bed and quietly locked the door behind them.
For one brief instant, Salman's face flashed through his mind.
But the hunger, the pressure inside him, the raw need clawing at his senses, it drowned everything else out. Rivka had come to him on her own, trembling and desperate, and Ethan no longer had the strength to push her away.
He moved closer, staring into her dark brown eyes, the soft curve of her lips, the warmth rising from her skin.
She reached for him again.
And Ethan stopped thinking altogether.
He directly tore her robe, and released her big breasts, big enough that even Ethan had difficulty holding one with his hands.
He moved from her lips, down her neck to her nipples. The nipples were so hard.
The moment he started sucking on her nipples, Rivka let out a loud moan, she could not control herself anymore and moved her hands inside Ethan's pants. The moment her hands reach the hard penis, her eyes widen.
No she had to see the real thing, But Ethan was already engrossed in ravaging her breast using his mouth and hands.
The sensation was too much and she climaxed just from her breasts getting stimulated.
Ethan smelled the musky smell from down, and moved his attention to the heat in between RIvka's thighs.
He started moving his hand there, but his dick was already grown to the point it started hurting,
He stood up and removed his pants, a weapon of destruction, more than nine inches long stood up at its full glory.
Looking at the snake, Rivka gulped. Her husband's was also big but not this much, the veins spreading across the dick and the big pink mushroom on front looked extremely tasty.
Her body moved before she could think of anything and the next moment, she was already cradling Ethan's dick like some toy. She started to sniff the scent and finally put it inside her mouth.
Ethan groaned with pleasure, he looked down and saw Rivka looking at him with the tip of his dick inside her mouth.
Her tongue moving around, the hot and wet feeling made Ethan lose focus for a time.
He held her head and guided her mouth to take the full dick inside, but Rivka started gagging and moved her mouth away."No, it is too big, my throat would tear apart."
"Just take in the tip first, you will adjust after some practice." Ethan did not want to give up on the pleasure. But Rivka was not able to take more than half, it started hurting her throat.
He positioned Rivka's head at the edge of the bed, a little hanging,"Open your mouth now."
He slowly pushed his dick again inside her mouth, and started moving slowly.
Rivka's gag reflex kicked in and her eyes started watering, but this position helped a lot and a few moments later, Ethan was fucking her throat slowly.
He felt that he could not last much longer, but he wanted to go all the way.
He removed his dick from her mouth and looked at Rivka. Her face was a mess of spit and tears, her eyes watery, she was breathing heavily. She was looking at him as if asking for more.
Ethan bent down and gave her a deep kiss, tasting himself in her messy state. Giving her breasts another smooch he again thrust his dick inside her mouth.
"Aaaahhh," Rivka cried out in pain and pleasure. It was too much for her. The sudden fullness, the stretch, the pressure was overwhelming. Her back arched off the cot, her hands gripping the thin blanket beneath her as if holding on for dear life.
Ethan paused for a heartbeat, letting her adjust. He watched her face, a canvas of conflicting sensations. He felt her neck walls fluttering around him, tongue licking the rim, a desperate, involuntary adjustment to the intrusion.
Then, the slow, deliberate retreat, almost pulling free, before sinking back in, a fraction deeper. He set a rhythm, unhurried at first, a tide pulling back before crashing further shoreward with each wave.
The room was small, the air thick. The only sounds were the creak of the cot's springs, a desperate counterpoint to the wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies, and the sounds torn from Rivka's throat, glurg, glurg, glurg.
Ethan felt the pressure building, a coiling heat at the base of his spine. The scent of her, that rich, earthy musk, filled his senses, mingling with the salt of their sweat. It was a potent cocktail, driving him onward.
Rivka's eyes flew wide, staring at the ceiling but seeing only the cute ass of Ethan. The large dick almost reached her heart. Her throat expanded to the maximum limit.
It hurt, but she liked it. She controlled her gagged reflex and savoured the rich taste in her mouth.
Ethan, sensing he'd hit the mark, focused his efforts there, grinding into her with a new, fierce intensity. The pleasure was no longer a gentle wave but a riptide, he wanted to penetrate Rivka fully. He felt losing control, a passenger in his own body as it climbed toward some terrifying, glorious peak.