!!NSFW!!WARNING!!*****!!LEMON!!WARNING!!
Rivka lay asleep on Ethan's bed, her breath steady and shallow. The room still held the humid, musky scent of their earlier intimacy, clinging to the canvas walls and the thin cotton sheets.
Ethan sat beside her, the adrenaline of the night finally ebbing. With the calm settling over him, his thoughts sharpened.
He had experienced many relationships in his previous life, but nothing with the intensity he felt tonight. His stamina. His aggression. His appetite.
Especially the moments involving Rivka's mouth. All of it felt unnatural. He suspected the microorganism inside him was altering his libido, interacting with his endocrine system and amplifying hormone production far beyond human norms.
It made him vigorous. Too vigorous.
He wanted to study Rivka's body later, to see how her physiology reacted to contact with his fluids, but she needed rest. First he needed to find clothes for her. He had already torn everything she wore.
Ethan opened his door just a crack and scanned the dim hallway outside the tented barracks. The oil lamps flickered along the cloth walls and cast long shadows on the sandy ground.
The place smelled of dust, old sweat, and campfire smoke. Seeing no one, he stepped out silently.
Baruch appeared from behind a support post, shushing him dramatically. Ethan narrowed his eyes, uncertain if the man was warning him or mocking him. Baruch waved him over and handed him a folded set of women's clothes.
Ethan raised a brow, but Baruch only grinned and offered a thumbs-up.
"I thought you would chase that little tomboy Talia," Baruch murmured, leaning closer. "But your taste is quite heavy, apparently. Tell me something. You do not know magic, yet somehow you made a devotee wife scream your name. How did you manage that?"
Ethan looked at him without expression, already debating if removing this annoying man would bring him peace or more trouble.
Baruch continued, oblivious. "Anyway, I distracted everyone. But you should get her out soon. Alright, Boss? If you need more adventure in the future, I will make sure nobody finds out." He offered Ethan a sloppy salute and slipped away.
Ethan returned to his room and gently woke Rivka. She blinked groggily, her body limp from exhaustion. He helped her put on the clothes.
Even then, the sight of her curves stirred something inside him again, but he forced the desire down. Rivka could barely stand. Another session would break her.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her through the shadows, avoiding every creak and footstep. The large makeshift hall that served as the refugee shelter loomed ahead, a structure of layered canvas and scavenged wooden beams meant to house dozens at a time. Most of the camp remained asleep, save for a few murmuring families and crying infants.
Ethan found Rivka's bedding among the others and lowered her gently. She murmured something unintelligible and drifted back to sleep. He slipped away using his sharpened senses until he reached the smaller tent where the men had gathered earlier.
Samad sat with Salman and Baruch, a lantern between them. The map-covered table held empty tea cups and scattered notes.
Samad glanced up. "I will contact my brother-in-law tomorrow. We will get information on safe movement routes."
They discussed plans for a while longer. When the meeting ended, Ethan stepped out, said his farewells for the night, and returned to his room. The musky scent still lingered, but his mind had shifted to something else entirely.
His senses remained strong. Scents, sounds, and textures reached him with clarity, but the overwhelming hunger from before had diminished. The biochemical storm inside him had leveled. The hormones coursing through him had likely found temporary balance.
By morning, the camp stirred once more. Ethan joined the others for breakfast when a British military orderly approached and informed him that an officer had summoned him.
Ethan followed the man through the maze of tents to a small command cabin. The officer greeted him using the German name Ethan had stolen from the soldier he killed back in Libya. Ethan replied calmly and took a seat across from the desk.
The officer unfolded a map and pushed it toward him. "We need you to point out the Italian and German encampments you remember precisely on this map."
Ethan studied the map and marked several locations from the memories he inherited. The officer compared the points with his notes and nodded.
"Excellent work. With your previous information, we already carried out a successful strike. The operation involved coordinated artillery fire and a pincer movement by the Eight Army infantry."
He paused before adding, "I hope you have not suffered discomfort. Alexandria is overwhelmed. Refugees are flooding in, and we are stretched thin."
Ethan leaned forward. "May I ask for your advice? My group is planning to move toward India. I want to know the situation there."
The officer folded his arms, considering the question. "India is safer than Europe or the Middle East for now, but safety is relative. The people are restless. Anti-British sentiment is rising. A revolution might erupt, and the Crown will not tolerate dissent during wartime."
Ethan thanked him and asked for alternatives.
"If you want absolute safety, Oceania is ideal," the officer said. "If you can secure a visa, the United States is your best long-term option. America is becoming the next global center of power."
Ethan left the command cabin and regrouped with the others. They were already discussing routes. Rivka sat with Salman, feeding her son while smiling softly. Ethan felt his lips twitch upward. No one would guess that the same devoted wife had screamed beneath him only hours ago.
Talia approached him. "What is your decision?"
"I do not know," Ethan admitted. "I have no family. No place to return to."
Talia glanced at Shmuel, who nodded, before answering. "Jewish delegations are organizing a refugee movement toward Haifa. We may find people we know there." Shmuel joined them and nodded in agreement.
Samad arrived with a uniformed sepoy beside him. "This is my brother-in-law, who works in the logistics division," he said.
The man introduced himself and addressed the group,"There is a cargo ship leaving for Karachi next week. You can take it if you want. The next chance may take one or two weeks. I will leave for Suez tomorrow morning."
Salman spoke first. "My family will go. We have two children and Miriam's daughter. I will not keep them in a warzone." The others agreed, offering to help him prepare.
They discussed for several more minutes, each weighing the risks and hopes attached to the decision. When the group dispersed, Rivka met Ethan's gaze from across the hall. Her eyes lingered on him with a silent, knowing message before she stepped out of the refugee shelter.
Rivka's heart raced as she stepped out of the bustling refugee camp, her mind consumed with thoughts of Ethan. She knew it was wrong, knew that she shouldn't want him, but she couldn't help herself.
This was wrong. She repeated it like a prayer… but her heart refused to listen.
The memory of their last encounter still lingered, the feel of his hands on her body, his cock buried deep inside her. She needed to see him one more time, to feel that connection before they were separated forever.
Ethan arrived a short while later, his eyes scanning the area nervously before landing on Rivka. He approached her cautiously, unsure of what to expect.
"Rivka," he said softly, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "What are you doing here?"
Rivka didn't answer, instead stepping closer to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. She pressed her body against his, her large breasts squishing against his chest as she looked up at him with smoldering eyes.
"I wanted to see you one last time," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "To thank you for everything."
Ethan's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he let his hands slide down to her waist, his fingers digging into her plump flesh as he pulled her even closer.
"Rivka, we can't," he protested weakly, even as his body betrayed his true desires. "It's not right."
Rivka silenced him with a kiss, her tongue pushing past his lips to dance with his own. Ethan groaned, his resistance crumbling as he deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over her curves.
His rational mind told him to step away, but the thing inside him coiled with hunger, whispering its own command.
Rivka dropped to her knees, her fingers working quickly to unbuckle Ethan's belt and free his throbbing cock. She licked her lips, looking up at him with a wicked grin as she wrapped her hand around his shaft.
"Let me thank you properly," she purred, leaning forward to take him into her mouth.
Ethan's head fell back, his eyes closing in bliss as Rivka's hot mouth enveloped him. She sucked and licked, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper and deeper.
"Fuck," Ethan groaned, his hands fisting in Rivka's hair as he guided her movements. "That feels so good."
Rivka moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. She pulled back, stroking him with her hand as she looked up at him with lust-filled eyes.
his cock exploded over Rivka's tits as he groaned. Rivka milked him with her tongue, catching his seed in her mouth as she watched him reach climax.
Rivka looked up at Ethan, a bittersweet smile on her face.
"Thank you," she whispered, leaning down to kiss him softly. "For everything."
Ethan nodded, his own heart heavy with the knowledge that this was goodbye. He held Rivka close, memorizing the feel of her body against his, the taste of her skin on his tongue.