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Delta_x3
Character list (UPDATE: 05/08/2015)
Changes and additions as they come
NEXT UP: When in Russia: Origins Part II
-Space Shuttle Endeavour “Kate”
-Eric Miller
INCOMING:
When in Russia Pt. V
-Mi-24P Hind “Anya”
-Chase Weber
Unknown Title (On hold)
-Messerschmitt ME-262 “Petra” (Incoming)
-Messerschmitt BF-109 “Klara” (Incoming)
-Chase Weber
CHARACTERS:
-Hind morph “Dina” (Planned)
-Tiger II “Ida” (Planned)
-Mi-24P Hind “Anya” (Complete / in progress )
-Chase Weber
-Panzer VI Tiger I “Hanz” (Complete / in progress )
-Sturmbannführer Karl Holtz (Complete)
-BRDM-2 “Vadik” (Complete / in progress )
-Kathy Henner
-Lamborghini Aventador “Vera” (Complete / in progress )
-Tyler Grant
-F4E Phantom “Dillon” (Complete)
-Linzy and Lana
-YF-23 “Denver” (Complete)
-Messerschmitt ME-262 “Petra” (Incoming)
-Messerschmitt BF-109 “Klara”
-Space Shuttle Endeavour “Kate” (Complete / in progress )
-Eric Miller
-Kirov Class Battlecruiser Pyotr Velikiy (Possible)
-MiG 25
-MiG 29 “Tanya” and “Milla” “The MiG twins” (Possible)
-Focke-Wulf Fw-190 (Possible)
-Junkers Ju-87 Stuka “Erwin” (Possible)
-A-10 Warthog “Frank” (Possible)
-F-22 Raptor “Dallas” (Possible)
-AV-8B Harrier “Harry” (Possible)
-M10 Tank Destroyer “Odessa” (Possible)
-SdKfz. 222 armored car “Oberst Friedrich von Stieger” (Possible)
-Mercedes Benz 770 W150 “Donna” (Possible)
-Type 82 Kübelwagen (Possible)
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Longbow Loves (AH-64)
Ratbat did longbow, I saw, I write, simple.
She runs over to him and takes the heavy girth if his cock in her hands feeling it’s steely weight then takes as much as she can into her mouth, swallowing the glob of pre hanging from the tip
She sucks and licks. Gulping down helpings of his silvery pre. As soon as she is out of breath, her face covered in silvery paste, he pushes the box under his airframe and lays her over it.
Without even undressing her he sends a tendril up her skirt and pulls her panties over her cheek, opening up the airways for a good targeting solution. Another tendril pulls her scarf off and pulls down her shirt stretching the collar enough for her non-bra-wearing breasts to fall free. He squeezes and squishes them moaning to himself with the thought of her tender loins.
Another probes her dripping pussy, providing reconnaissance for the main attack. He draws his throbbing machine cock closer and closer to the opening until it’s wet tip touches her sensitive lips.
He can feel her shiver as it touches. Very slowly he pushes, her lips spreading to receive the hefty girth. She winced as it stretches her, the head finally entering her small body. The rest of the shaft following feeling her body squeezing him into the tight opening.
Gradually he moves deeper and deeper until he reaches the end. Careful not to cause her any discomfort he withdraws and readies for another stroke. As soon as he reaches to where only his head remains in her he pauses, allowing her to catch her breath before pressing himself in again. Gradually he develops a rhythm of in and out, wet squishes and gushing pre coming from each thrust.
His pace increases bit by but as he feels her becoming more accustomed to his girth. He presses his bottom to her back rubbing up and down her soft sweater and crushing the edges of the box beneath them.
He begins to feel his climax coming and his thrusts become harder, a distinct shake running through his airframe. Her body is jolted along with his mad thrusting, inching him closer and closer to cumming.
He finally peaks and with a final trembling thrust begins gushing hot loads of thick cum deep into her body. It fills her small space and begins pushing out around his dick, squirting out, her skirt acting like a splash guard and catching a majority of it the hot liquid. Some runs down her leg and into her shoes soaking her socks like a water ride at Disneyland.
They both remain there trembling and shaking form the shared orgasm, neither wanting to move.
Slowly he withdraws inch by inch until his head comes free, unleashing a stream of cum onto the runway.
Without saying anything he turns her over pulls her tight to his airframe and places the rose in her hair.
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Her Nighthawk
First living machine story, what really got my foot in the door of this genre.
Her first time experiencing the “bond” between man (woman) and machine.
Her Nighthawk
2nd Lieutenant Erin Welsch sat listening intensely in the briefing room. She had just finished flight school a few months or so before but with things the way they were in the world she was sent straight to her first squadron at Osan Air Base, South Korea. She was a slender girl and rather attractive according to others but she wasn’t convinced. Her hair was done up in the regulation bun and she wore the standard Air Force camouflage utilities which she thought looked terrible.
Across the tarmac, watching a live feed of the brief on a TV in his hangar sat Max a living F-117 Nighthawk stealth bomber.
In mid 2019 something happened which neither modern science or religion could explain. All around the world without reason or warning machines were coming to life. All the things that made humans human, thought, reasoning, emotion, spirit were being displayed by machines all over. Not all but many had simply gained life.
It took years for humans to come to terms with this and years more to accept Dire Machines as they were called as living sentient beings. Eventually they became members of society, a common place thing even developing relations with one another. Even a human being in a relation with a Dire machine had began to lose its taboo.
Max and Erin had done well in flight school, as a team they had even managed to make their way to the top of the class. They had made many successful flights together but the thought of their first actual mission over a combat zone rattled them both.
Max himself was a Lockheed F-117 Nighthawk stealth attack aircraft and fortunately one of the machines selected by fate as a Dire Machines. Because of this advantage him and his fellow F-117s of his new squadron had been pulled from retirement to serve once again. His body was made up of smooth mat black stealth surfaces arranged in sharp angled geometric patterns. Dire machines could bend and modify their forms slightly and had a little flexibility but for the most part maintained their shape. By human terms he was about 23 but his model was much older. Dire Machines to were subject to mortality and would suffer the strain of age as a human.
Both Max and Erin listened intently to the brief being given by the squadrons commanding officer Lieutenant Colonel Laura Harding, a stern woman who had been hardened by her years of service. The brief, as most pre-op briefs covered the who, what, where, when, whys and hows of the mission to come.
“Any questions” Col. Harding asked looking from pilot to pilot then over to the monitors displaying the web cams for the planes. “Alright nobody?… Well silence is consent. You all know where to be, saddled and ready by 0200.” She turned to Erin “Lieutenant Welsch I need to see you after this in my office.”
“Yes Ma’am” Erin replied.
Erin waited until everyone had shuffled out then made her way to the commanding officer’s office. She knocked on the Colonel’s door. “come in“ the Colonel replied. She made her way in and sharply reported in “Good afternoon ma’am. Lieutenant Welsch reporting as ordered.”
“At ease, sit down and relax.” While stern and strict while on front of her unit, during one on one she was fairly laxed. “This your first mission Harding said as Erin took a seat in front of her desk.
“Yes ma’am” Erin replied.
“How do you feel” Colonel Harding continued.
“Good ma’am, a little nervous but exited”
“Don’t worry, you’ve done this a dozen times in training. Just stick to what you were taught and you’ll do just fine. How about Max?”
“He seems pretty excited ma’am”
“Good” Colonel Harding replied leaning in and looking Erin directly in the eyes. “The reason I wanted to see you… are you and max still an effective team, in sync with one another. The pilot-plane relation is the most important aspect of the Dire Machine units, the only reason the Department of Defense has pulled older models out of retirement.” Colonel Harding paused exhaling as she decided how she was going to say this next part. “Have you and max made the Bond”
The “Bond”, when two Dire Machines made love with one another a sort of bond is created increasing their awareness of each other and making them more in tune. Oddly this trait is also shared when a Dire Machine has sex with a human. Often this link is considered invaluable and a distinct edge to race car drivers, vehicle commanders and especially pilots as it greatly increased the interface and reaction time of both the plane and it’s pilot.
Erin had known she would more likely than not eventually have to “Have sex” with her aircraft. She had almost known this from the start because it was basically expected when one volunteered for a Dire unit. Its not like she didn’t like max, he was the greatest guy she had ever known. He had everything that would make a perfect boyfriend, he was kind, courteous, friendly and an all around good person but she was still not sure about making love to a machine, it had seemed cool when she volunteered but now she was uncertain. She had never told this to max and to her relief the topic hadn’t come up between them.
“No ma’am” she said a little embarrassed by the question.
Colonel Harding noticed her look “I must tell you absolutely nowhere does it say you are required to do anything with your aircraft” she said reassuring Erin “However” She continued “I will tell you that there are many benefits to being bonded. There are few pilots that have gotten you marks in training without already having bonded. I can’t even imagine the team you two would make bonded together.” Colonel Harding stood “that being said I have nothing else for you. Get some rest and be ready for tomorrow. Dismissed.” Erin got up and began to walk out “Think about what I said”.
Erin walked back to the hanger where max would be waiting, the idea from the conversation with the colonel still festering in her mind. Her and Max would have to have the talk, the talk she had been putting off and dodging for a long time.
She walked in the hangar where the both of them lived, not aware just how much her body language gave away how distraught she was.
“Whats wrong” max said as the door shut behind her, turning on his landing gear to face her. She looked at the large plane, his eyes a vibrant blue against his matte black body.
“The colonel brought up the bond” she said avoiding eye contact.
“You want to talk about it” he said patiently.
“I’ve been really trying to avoid this conversation.” She said hesitantly, hoping he wouldn’t be offended.
“I know” he replied “I figured you would talk about it when you were ready.”
‘Damn him for being so understanding’ she thought to herself. He was the perfect guy which made this even harder.
“I mean I’m not sure.” She started “As far as flying we’re the best and you” she paused “you’re the greatest guy anyone could ask for.” suddenly she ran out of words.
He moved closer until he was only feet from her face and extended one of his mechanical tendrils with a manipulator claw on it and gently placed it on her cheek. She shuddered as it touched her skin, not because it was cold or frightening but something she couldn’t yet explain.
“I will never pressure you” he said softly rubbing her cheek.
She could feel her heart start racing as she stared into the jet’s deep blue eyes. She could feel something different, something new. A passion for not necessarily for the jet but for Max, the fact that he was a machine seemed to matter less and less. She reached out and placed her hand on his fuselage. “Oh max, how could anyone resist you.” Her smile said everything.
More tendrils joined in and began unbuttoning her blouse then pulled her undershirt over her head, allowing the discarded garments to fall to the floor. She felt a breeze across her soft white skin sending a chill down her spine. His tendrils continued at her trousers and boots until he could remove them. Finally he undid her hair running the smooth strands between his manipulators.
She stood there in all her bare skinned glory bearing nothing but her matching black lace bra and panties. The hangar was heated to a comfortable 72 degrees Fahrenheit but for some reason it had never felt colder.
Max moved back so he could examine her. “My knowledge of what humans consider beauty is limited, but to me I have never seen a more beautiful being.”
This made her blush. He came close again and extended two tendrils around her back and unclasped her bra allowing her supple breasts to fall free. Max smiled as he did this. He then proceeded to strip her of her panties leaving her completely completely naked, timidly trying to cover herself. She then felt an array of warm mechanical tendrils surround and embrace her and for some reason she no longer felt naked.
“I can assure you Erin we will both enjoy this. I’ve been told the sensation between humans and machines has no parallel.” he said as he gently lifted her off her feet and into a laid back position right below his nose.
“I cant tell out how long I’ve waited for this. Since the first time we flew I had lusted for you and now we’re finally together.”
Slowly he opened his mouth and placed his big airplane tongue against the lips of her vagina, sensually tasting her. She could feel the warm saliva covered tongue of her Nighthawk playing with her. A warm pleasure spread through her body as it’s tip entered her ever so slightly, writhing and moving about.
Once the bomber was satisfied she was properly warmed up he moved her further down his body into two larger arms which he used to load his bomb bay. In flight his underbelly was hard as metal but when not he chose a much softer more malleable consistency.
She had felt her planes underbelly before while Washing Max but she had never had her entire naked form pressed up against it. She felt small tendrils squirm up her body and start feeling up her tits, squeezing, mashing and playing with them while another was creeping along her inner thigh until it found its target. Her body went ridged as the small manipulator at the end of the tendril began playing with her clit in every way imaginable, it was paralyzing ecstasy. She let out a small moan as the sensation swept over her. “I’m glad you like that.” Max said grinning as even more tendrils joined in beginning to feel up her luscious behind. It wasn’t until he stopped playing with her clit that she noticed another larger thicker appendage that lay across her waist and stomach. It was wet, hot and hard. Its surface covered in a smooth slick ribbed material. She could feel it throbbing against her skin, warm per-cum oozing from the tip onto her belly.
As soon as he was ready he positioned the lips of her vagina in front of the tip of his raging airplane erection and paused “I want you to want this” he said “and all you have to do is let go.”
With that, he began to slowly move the head inside her warm and wet pussy. Erin could count on one hand all the times she’d made love in her life and wasn’t sure she was ready to take something like a F-117 but this wasn’t going to stop max now. He could feel her pussy stretching to accommodate the head of his dick. He wasn’t sure she was going to be able to accept his girth and began questioning whether he should carry through with it but was pleased when the ridge of his head crossed the threshold. He continued to slowly insert.
She let out a small whimper as her pussy stretched as it never had before. She could hear the plane breathing heavily through its intake manifolds, his chest rising and falling as if he actually had lungs and it may have just been hers but if she concentrated she could swear she almost felt a heartbeat deep within his massive airframe.
Max held her tightly against his belly, her breasts pancaked against his body and her legs spread wide as he continued to slowly insert his engorged airplane cock, each rib of his long shaft sending an intense spasm of pleasure through her small frail form. He continued sliding his cock deeper and deeper until his tip poked the small knot of tissue. She squealed with pain, she had never imagined she could fit something like this.
“Don’t worry the first time always hurts little but it’ll get better” he reassured her.
He slowly began to withdraw from her until just the tip remained in her pussy. “The hard part is over, now just lay back, relax and enjoy the sensation.” He once again slid himself deep into her, paused, withdrew, inserted and so on. Her breath grew heavy and let out a moan with each repetition, his perfectly formed airplane member hitting her G-spot every time. She couldn’t control the occasional spasm of pleasure as unknown to her, his cock had begun emitting a faint electrical field, stimulating every nerve cluster inside her vagina, a part of the bonding process.
They continued making love, the deep thrusts, the heavy moaning and grunting, her sweat soaked body sliding against his in this erotic ballet.
As the bond finally took hold of the two whey could feel the climax coming. His thrusts became deeper and more intense, her moans of ecstasy became louder until the both reached apex at the same moment.
Hot thick airplane cum flowed from his dick deep into her, filling every crevasse until there was none left and it began flowing out around his dick, dripping onto the concrete floor of the hangar. He hadn’t came in so long his reservoir tanks were brimming with the stuff. Afraid of harming her by depositing his entire load inside her he removed his erection. It slid out with a wet pop and began squirting copious amounts of cum across her stomach and chest while the excess began to flow from her vagina into a puddle on the floor.
They both remained as they were for a few moments enjoying the afterglow, Max taking deep breaths through his intake vents, Erin still still wrapped in his tendrils almost in a state of disbelieving euphoria of what she had just experienced. Slowly Max placed her back on her feet, the tendrils retracting. She stumbled, almost forgetting how to use her legs.
“So how was that my love” He said as she stood there still in a euphoric daze. Her mind still couldn’t fathom the words that would properly express what she had just experienced. “G-great” was all she could get out. “I- I’m going to go take a shower” she turned toward the bathroom “you need a bath max?”
“No thank you, I’m good but thanks” He courteously replied. He was curious if she would come back or just go to bed a deciding moment whether she actually enjoyed it. He waited nearly an hour and was beginning to figure that she was probably in bed when she appeared in the doorway wearing her Pj’s and holding blankets and a pillow.
“Erin” he said “I thought you had gone to bed.”
“I wanted to come sleep with you” she replied looking into his eyes and smiling slightly.
Max smiled and bowed a wing down so she could walk on. She lay down on a flat spot on his back and covered up.
“I love you Max” She said as she put down her head and fell asleep.
“I love you to Erin” he said softly “I love you to”.
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When in russia part 1
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14470016/
My second Living machine story based from the artwork of the ever brilliant ratbat
An American embassy guard in Russia is invited for a “personal tour” with a Mi-24 helicopter.
When in Russia:
-Personal journal entry 451: 8 May 2022
-I took leave for the week to see the Victory Day parade in Red Square to get some time away from guarding the embassy. They’re having a preview day where they will be having static displays of a lot of the vehicles and weapons systems that will take part in the Parade tomorrow. Being an American in Moscow at the moment isn’t the easiest thing but I can speak the language and I will have Leonid with me in case any problems should arise (he’s ex-Spetsnaz so he can kill with three fingers but only needs two).
“Leonid!” Chase shouted trying to find the only person he knew in this massive assemblage of people. The two had been separated by a mob of people swarming across the square leaving him almost alone in the amongst the aircraft on display in the square.
“Loose something American?” He heard a female voice say from behind him.
Was it that obvious he thought to himself. Alone, he hesitantly turned around expecting to be verbally assaulted yet again and this time without Leonid there to get the assailant off his back. To his amazement it was not just anyone but a Mi-24P attack helicopter. This was not his first time encountering one of the living machines but somehow they always managed to surprise him and this time he stood face to face with a mighty Mi-24.
“You looking for someone?” she repeated as he caught himself staring at her.
“Yes umm. Da” he tried piecing together his best Russian “Leonid Krevski, white, 1.9 meters tall” his voice tapered off as he realized how futile it was trying to describe him to a stranger.
“We can talk English if you like, mine is not bad” which was true despite the thick Russian accent “I do not get to practice much but I will try.”
Chase was relieved, she seemed friendly, more so he was intrigued, this was a Hind, an extremely effective attack helicopter and a personal favorite of his and now one was having a conversation with him. A difficult thing to wrap his mind around to say the least. “I lost the person I came with in that big crowd”
“He’s probably over looking at the new Ka-113X with everyone else” she replied her mood souring a little “you could go and watch the demonstration and find him”
“I’d rather not, too many people and I’ve seen the 113X on the internet and I don’t really like the look. I’d really rather wait here and talk to the first Mi-24 I’ve ever met” she seemed to perk up a little “I’m guessing you don’t like the 113?” he said.
“No, I guess I’m jut a little, how do you say it, envious” she said a little embarrassed that she had been so transparent “It’s just that its the 113’s first show and its my last, they’re retiring me after this year. The golden eagles will be all Havocs after this one”
“I don’t see how they could do that” Chase said “you’re a legacy, the foundation of Russian attack helicopters. Mi-24s are without rival the best and definitely best looking helicopters ever made” he noticed he had begun to get over excited but then noticed what else he had done. This was one for the books, he had actually made a Hind blush.
Their conversation carried on for over an hour ranging from war theory to personal past to preferred ways to un-jam a DshK. Her name was Anya, last remaining Hind in service in the Russian Air force Golden Eagle aerial show team. He couldn’t help but feel bad for her every time she mentioned her imminent retirement. Were it his choice such a prize bird would never be forgotten.
He noticed a figure walking towards them “There he is” Chase said “its a Honor getting to talk to you Anya, I wish we had more time.”
She paused a second considering something “If you want a more personal tour you could come to my hangar tonight
“Definitely” he replied concealing his excitement.
“Go to the Barrikadnaya Metro station at Midnight”
“There you are” Leonid exclaimed in Russian as he approached the two “don’t get lost like that, cant have you getting mugged.” Not acknowledging Anya which was not uncommon in Russia, the living machines were not held in the same regard as in the US, they had yet to really accept them as more than the machines they once were, a point of friction currently in the State Duma.
“Lets go” and the two walked off. Chase hoped she was insinuating what he thought she was. It was either that or he would get to the meeting spot and there would be a van of masked men with black bags waiting.
-Personal Journal entry 452: 7 May 2022
-So I’ve been invited for an evening with a Mi-24 Attack helicopter named Anya. Crazy right? I don’t know what she has planned but I’m hopefully optimistic. It could be the FSB trying to nab up an embassy guard but that’s not likely… I hope.”
Chase stood at the metro entrance, wrapped tightly in his “soviet special” double breasted overcoat and fur hat. Leonid had advised against him going out alone at night but this was worth the risk, an evening with Anya.
The street was nearly deserted when he saw a set bright lights coming his way accompanied by the roaring of a heavy engine. Breaks squealed loudly as the BRDM 2 scout car came to a rapid stop in front of him. “Are you Chase?” a voice said in Russian. It took him a second to process it but the voice came from the vehicle itself. Another living machine Chase thought to himself, two in one day was quite a stretch but at least it wasn’t a black van with head bags. “we haven’t got all day crawl in, Anya sent me.”
Chase nodded and crawled up the side of the armored car and into the side seat.
“Anya sent me to pick you up” the machine said in a gruff Russian voice “I am Vadik. A friend of Anya’s”
“She sent you to come get me? Where is she?” $300 of language software finally paying off.
“Believe it or not American , this may be Russia but landing a helicopter in the middle of a street draws attention here also”.
Chase nodded, Thinking of it now, it made sense.
“She is at the Kubinka air base.”
“How do you know her” He could hardly hear himself think over Vadik’s engine
“Her and I have been at Kubinka for a long time. My model has not seen combat in a long time so I just pull planes around. I once pulled a An-225 solo” personal pride filling the scout car’s voice. “It shouldn’t be to long before were there, put on the helmet if you value your hearing.”
They drove for just over an hour until they reached the airbase.
“Stay quiet” Vadik said as they rolled up to the gate. A guard stepped out of his box. “Open the gate you drunk Siberian bastard” Vadik shouted at the guard.
The guard walked to his front “And why should I let you in you old hunk of scrap metal”
“Because if you don’t I’m going to run you over and use you to paint the runway”
They both stared at one another for a moment then eroupted in laughter “get your ass out of here before you rust all over everything” the guard replied as he hit the button opening the heavy metal gate. Vadik’s engines roared as he rolled through the gate.
“alright we’re in” Vadik said his tone becoming serious “just be careful who you tell of this, whatever you two do, remember that in Russia any relations between two Living machines is forbidden and even more so between the living machines and humans”
They drove through the open door of a well lit hanger and Chase climbed out. There she was, he hadn’t been able to take his mind off her all day.
“Chase! I’m glad you came” she said smiling as he jumped down. “Thanks for this Vadik”
“No problem, anything for you krasavitsa” Vadik said backing out.
Chase stood there looking at her, not sure how to start the conversation luckily she started it first. “I wasn’t sure you would actually come, but I’m glad you did” she said smiling at him “I got something for this evening” she motioned to a table with a tall glass bottle of Plinkova Elite Vodka.
Chase walked over and picked up the elaborately simple bottle “Isn’t this stuff like 800 dollars a bottle?”
She nodded “Da, Russians make the best vodka”
The bottle hissed as Chase broke the seal and poured a glass. At the first sip the elite quality of this vodka was evident.
“You like” she asked.
“I’ve never had this expensive of vodka before, its amazing”
“I’m glad you like it”
“So about this personal tour, what exactly does that entail”
“What do you want to see”
Chase took off his overcoat and gloves and placed them on the table “you don’t mind if I get more comfortable, I’ve never toured a hind and I take my tours very seriously.” This made her smile. He finished the glass of vodka as he loosened his tie. She shifted anxiously as he began unbuttoning his white undershirt. Two hours a day at the gym had finally paid off showcasing for Anya a toned fit physique.
“You take care of yourself well” she said “The human body is such a beautiful thing, its a shame you all keep them covered up”
“We don’t have the benefit of armor plating” Chase replied slipping out of his trousers. She licked her lips as she looked him from head to toe. “In Russia it would be nearly impossible for a vehicle to find a human willing to take the risk of being caught with a machine but to find one like you is beyond dreaming. Is this more common in America?”
“It’s not against the law like it is here. People have come to accept machines but most would still not have intimate relations with a machine, just us lucky few who see the the beauty in the machines we meet.”
“So tell me have you been with machines before?”
“A few” he replied.
“You know Chase” she said “This may be my last chance for love, I don’t know what they have planned for me after this parade is over. So do this one thing for me. Make love to me, make love to me like you never have before.” A request he would most willingly grant.
He slowly walked up to her took a knee moved his mouth to hers. Her lips were soft and smooth not what he expected of an armor plated helicopter like her. Her lips parted as he pressed his to hers and could already feel the warmth of her mouth as his tongue entered and was met by hers. Her hot breath was against his face as he tasted her tongue, her mouth had a metallic sweetness to it a taste he quickly came to love. It was a wonderful feeling kissing this helicopter.
She could have easily covered his entire face with her tongue but she wanted him to enjoy this as much as she was so she just allowed the end to dance with his, occasionally allowing hers to enter his mouth and feel around the inside of his lips and cheeks and deeper into his mouth. She had to make sure not to go to deep remembering humans used their mouths to breathe. Chase was intrigued by the taste, it was intoxicating and strangely addictive causing this kiss to last for over ten minutes of oral exploration. He had to be cautious of her razor sharp teeth, she was a predator after all, and a dangerous one at that, but also one who had chosen him to be a lover for the night.
A few seconds of deep breathing were required for Chase to catch his breath after they broke contact. She enjoyed humans, there was something more to them than making love to a machine. They were soft and flexible and had an interesting taste to them, a taste that she endulged her self with every chance she got. Mechanical tendrils extended from her underbelly, supporting him as she leaned him back. She extended her tongue putting it at his belly button and slowly began drawing it up his body, over his chest and along the ridge of his neck finally ending at the tip of his chin. She rolled her tongue back into her mouth savoring the taste “I’m going to enjoy this.”
She let him return to his feet “Is it customary in america to start with oral” Chase laughed, she had been watching to much american porn. He went over and grabbed his overcoat from the table and laid it on the ground “Is it customary in Russia to return the favor” he said removing his boxers laying on his coat and propping himself up on his elbows.
Seeing a Mi-24 bearing down on you with such deliberate intent is a profound expirence and an exiprence seldom survived, then add a set of eyes fixed on the target, ready to strike. Anya bowed down on her front landing gear, raising her tail end in the air and moved in between his legs. She slid her tongue up along his inner thighs allowing his package to rest momentatily on her tongue and licked all the way up his shaft until the tip of her tongue met the tip of his erection then took the whole thing in her mouth. He let his head fall back closing his eyes as she began to work magic with that tongue of hers.
“mmmh you’re good at this” Chase said leaning up and rubbing his hand on her cheek as she kept at it. He’d been with a couple cars, a battle tank, an IFV and a rather peculiar Mig-35 but there was something special about having this Soviet era warbird in his lap. This was a different level of enjoyment. “woah there, lets not end this before it ever get started. Now its my turn.” He pulled himself from her maw a string of thick airplane saliva trailing it.
“Step back” she said “lets make this more comfortable”. With a whirring of servos her rotors shifted, moving until they all pointed to her tail locking with a series of mechanic clicks. Then to Chase’s surprise, folding her wing under she rolled onto her side, exposing her tender gray underbelly.
“You know how long I’ve longed to be with a Hind” he said as he ran his fingers along her belly feeling her body admiring her unique form. Ocasionally he felt the sanded over indentation of a bullet impact. In this vulnerable position he had almost neglected to remember she was a seasoned veteran of combat the world over.
“Even before machines came to life I was in love with them, I wanted one to hold for myself, to touch, to feel, and now I’m here about to make love to one.” He came to a stop between her landing gear feeling the soft wet lips of her vagina. This was it, his dreams would come true tonight with this bird. He knelt down and could already heel the heat emminating from her and the droplets of fluid at the edges indicated she was already aroused. Slowly he closed his eyes extended his tongue, moving his face closer and closer until his tongue met the wet lips of this Hind’s pussy. He could begin to taste her as his tongue penetrated. It was glorious , he had to open his mouth to allow his tongue to enter to its fullest, closing his mouth he began to suck her tender lips, his tongue writhing about as trying to find something in the dark. He could feel Anya begin to squirm as he went down on her, making out with her nether regions. She could feel every movement his tongue made inside her sending intense bolts of pleasure through her nervous system. He then pulled out a littler and began running his tongue slowly up and down the perimeter of her opening, her fluids seeping into his mouth making him light headed as the chemicals in her fluids interacted with his physiology causing his body to vamp up the production of Ednorphins which made him slip into a state of euphoric bliss as he continued to service her. Feeling her soft synthetic tissues against his skin was increasingly arousing causing drops of pre cum to fall from him onto the wheel of her landing gear. He withdrew from her, his face covered in her lubricants, drops dripping from his chin.
“I don’t think you’re done yet” she said, grabbing his head with her tendrils tilting it to the side and forcing his face into her vagina sinking his mouth chin and nose into her. He willingly played along with her, his tongue lapping at her insides. Anya bit her lip to stop herself from yelling aloud, this was a special treat for her and knew she could get away with it because she could tell he was deep within her thralls. She released him “So how did you like that moy lyubovnik” she said as he caught his breath. He just smiled at her, his face glossed with her lubricants.
He came to his feet. He would make her pay for that and pay dearly. “Oh, you like games do you, well try this one on for size”. He took the fingers of his left hand and began massaging her clit immediately rendering her incapable of saying anything further as she groaned with pleasure. He took his other hand and began rubbing it up and down the opening of her dripping wet pussy. “what about this” he said as he grasped her clit between his palm and fingers rubbing it vigorously. She wasn’t able to hold it after this and let out a deep moan of pleasure, fearing someone might hear her she quickly stifled herself gritting her teeth together. Now, Satisfied with his work he decided it was time for the good part.
Removing his hand from her clit he fed both hands into her slit and began massaging both sides “Anya, are you ready to get this started”. With a smile she nodded. Using both hands he spread her lips apart and placed his dick in the opening then let the sides go letting them slap together on it. He put one foot on the wheel of her bottom landing gear and grasped the bar of opposing landing gear for support.
Slowly he pushed himself deep inside her until his waist squished against her pussy, feeling the warmth of her wrapped around him was like nothing he had ever felt before. He moved in and out of her with such ease. Slowly pulling half way out then going as deep as he could, repeating the process over and over, going gently on her. Using his free hand he started playing with her clit and again she began to moan and squirm “Well, Hinds do have a weak spot” he though to himself.
He was amazed by her level of resistance, any normal girl would have came by now, even a machine. Thinking about it he was surprised he hadn’t yet either, so far the sex with her had been heads above the rest. Female machines had a unique aspect to their reproductive organs. The inside of the vagina was laced with millions of adaptive nerve dendrites that would provide her the same amount of stimulation from Chace’s human genetile as that of a girthy T-90 tank.
“Are you going to play around all night or are you actually going to fuck me” she said beckoning for more “Trust me you cant hurt me, do your worst”. Chase accepted her challenge and kicked it into high gear “As you wish my dear”. Thrusting as hard as he could into this gunship his waist slapped against her underbelly, drops of sweat rolling down his back as he proceeded to make love to her with an intensity she had never expirenced from a human before. He used every but of strength he had to give her exactly what she wanted and was satisfied to gear her moans of pleasure echo through the empty hanger. Her tendrils embraced him holding him tightly to her body one running its manipulator “fingers” through his hair.
He didn’t want this sensation to end but he could feel the climax coming so he slowed his thrusts hoping to delay the inevidible. His grip in her landing gear tightened as the tremors of the climax began to shoot through him. “Chase don’t fight it, cum in me”. The both of them could feel this climax coming, Chase had no idea how but somehow he could tell as if he could feel what she was feeling. As he felt the climax arrive he felt something new something he hadn’t felt with any other machine or human he had been with. The feeling was like nothing he could describe. It seemed to spread across his entire body occupying every fiber of his being. He wondered if this was the bond that he’d heard of. It had to be, nothing else could explain how he felt in this moment. He could already feel somehow connected to her and a desire to be intertwined with her forever. His body quivered as he deposited his entire load inside her. He could feel her airframe shake as she to felt the intensity of the orgasm they seemed to be having together. Unlike him she knew what this meant, the two would be bonded, the touch of another would never feel the same, they would long for eachother every second of the day. This would make their seperation unbearable but it also meant she had finally met someone compatable with her, what humans would call a solemate.
Chase could hardly stand, his head still clouded with euphoria, her fluids slowly rolling down his legs as they separated “was that…” he said running out of breath half way through.
“Yes, I believe it was moya dorogaya”
“What does that mean”
“That we were made for each other”
It took him a minute to process this. She released him from her grasp “So did you enjoy that” she said moving back onto her landing gear and turning to face him once again.
“Any, there aren’t words in either of our languages to describe what I just felt” He said walking to her face and placing a kiss on the glass of her cockpit.
“So the real question is are you ready for round two” She certainly was relentless.
After two hours, three climaxes and every ounce of energy between the two they fell asleep on a mattress Chase had stolen from a crew ready room.
Chase awoke to the roar of a flight of Migs taking off on the runway just outside, while the early morning sun bathed the inside of the hangar in bright light. Anya had fallen asleep with her chin resting on his chest. He couldn’t bear waking her so he just watched her sleep, glad last night hadn’t been just a dream.
He heard the hangar door begin to slide open sending panic through him and rousing Anya from her sleep. What would someone say if they walked in on him laying naked with the Hind. He was relieved when he saw the angular hull of a BRDM 2 roll through the door.
“Good morning Vadik” Anya said as he closed the large door behind him.
“Anya” he said a sense of urgency in his voice “your aircrew just came through the gate, we’ll have to get him out of here before they get here which is about 15 minutes.”
“Looks like theres no time for a long goodbye” she said to Chase as she moved off him “I hope this isn’t the last time we’ll see eachother” there seemed to be a hint of a question at the end of her sentence.
“I’m going to visit you every chance I get” Chase said redressing himself and wiping away the remnants of their love making.
“I hate to break you two up” Vadik butted in “but we have to find a way to get him out of here. They’re doing the checks at the gate both in and out because of the parade. We’ve been having officers and state officials arriving all morning so security is tight.”
Vadik and Anya stared at Chase trying to create a plan on how to smuggle him out.
“you know who he looks like…” Anya said.
“don’t even think it” Vadik replied.
“admit It he looks just like him”
“What are you two talking about” Chase said a little confused.
“Anya thinks you could pass off as Minister Milonovich, but bad idea, very bad idea.”Vadic said.
“Well its either that or have him go to the gate guard and say” she switched to a sarcastic accented english “Good morning comrade gate guard. I just snuck onto your airbase to have a booty call with one of your helicopters. Would you be so kind as to let me out.”
“Anya, you’re lucky you’re my favorite. Alright Chase grab that vodka bottle, get in, put your collar up and don’t say anything.” Vadik said turning to Chase “Try to act hungover. Minister Milonovich is known for being a drinker.”
“I guess I’ll see you at the parade today” Chase said looking to Anya.
“I’ll be watching for you. After the show I’ll be doing display again come see me then” Anya said. Chase could tell she didn’t want to part but then again neither did he.
They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment “A kiss for good luck”
“knock em’ dead Anya” He said then giving her a lingering kiss before being broken up by Vadik. “Alright you two we have to go”. Chase reluctantly got in and they exited the hangar.
They approached the exit gate which was manned by a different guard than the night before “Now where are you going” the burly guard asked as they approached.
“Red square, I have a discrete VIP”
“Who”
“See for yourself”
The guard slung his AK and crawled up, peering in the crew area. Chase was propped up against the side, appearing to be asleep with the bottle of vodka in his lap. The guard was surprised at who he thought he saw but not surprised as to why he would chose a more discrete mode of transportation such as this “Alright carry on”
The heavy metal gate screeched open and they exited.
“Thanks for everything Vadik” Chase said sitting up straight in the seat. “you seem to be a sort of care taker for her”
“I take care of all the living aircraft at Kubinka. Anya can be impulsive from time to time so I have to help her out with things sometimes. She’s still my favorite though.”
“Have you and her ever…you know…”
“Once or twice, We all have needs”
They stopped a few blocks from red square where he was to meet Leonid in a hour “I doubt this is the last time we’ll be seeing eachother so until next time dosvidaniya”
Chase gave him a nod as he departed, Anya still on his mind.
German steel (Tiger I)
Made this a month+ back. It resulted in ratbat’s Tiger picture. ( https://titanatelier.com//wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Tiger1.jpg )
“Come now Frauline. Make me feel young once more” the German Tiger tank gorwled in his aging German accent as the girl begins to disrobe. The German flame still burnt bright inside him. Despite the stigma of World War Two Germany he still could never be more proud of his service to the Fatherland. He was an officer once, a leader, a soldier. Retirement did not suit him. This pride compelled him to find the perfect German woman. This day he was proud to say he had found one.
“That aryan blood runs deep within you my dear. How about showing an old soldier a good time” She was beautiful, long straight blond hair, big full breasts and deep ocean blue eyes, the body of a godess. The ideals had been built into every bolt and rivet and now he was about to indulge himself with the intensity of the Blitz Krieg.
She finished removing her clothing, showing this Panzer exactly what he wanted. He rolled close to her his Maybach V12 engine and heavy armored hull shaking the ground. He extended his mechanical tendrils, carressing her body. “You are perfect meine liebe. We shall make love like its 1943 again”. He picked her up off her feet and lifted her to his eye level appreciating her beautiful form. A tendril extends out and begins rubbing her full breasts rubbing the perimeter of her nipple. Another pair of manipulators slithered up her thighs and grabbed onto her lushious ass, squeezing and squishing the tender tissue. “You would birth beautiful German babies mein frauline”.
One moved up and held her chin to face him, he wanted to watch her. A tendril creeped up her inner thigh finding the tender lips of her pussy. It entered her causing her to writhe about in his grasp her head falling back, a gentle moan coming from her open mouth. He found the target, the nerve cluster the humans called the “G-spot” another tendril would pull, tease and flick against her swollen bead while he moaned a deep diesel moan “Yes, yes. You will do well”
He would show his beautiful girl why Ferdinand Porsche had given him the nickname “Tiger”. He could sense the woman becoming aroused and this pleased the old German. He turned his gun a few degrees exposing a pannel just forward if his turret. She watched as what was an impossibly large appendage emerged. The long Gunmetal gray appendage had a smooth shiny surface, a blunt rounded leading edge, followed by a long ribbed shaft. “We Germans know how to pleasure our women you see” he said unashamed to show his masculinity, silver precum beads forming thick around his girth.
The tank removed his tendril. He was sure she was ready, her pussy dripped with anticipation of this massive German entering her. “You see darling, you may be an auslander but this old tank can teach you a few things about being German. So just relax yourself and let old Hanz show you.”
“First a German must be willing to brave unthinkable odds.” He said turning her to face away from him and placing her over his erect member. The oozing precum would make his entry easy. He could already feel the heat emminating from her crotch at the tip of his dick.
“Second a German must be willing to withstand pain and strife in the name of the Fatherland”. He slowly lowered her until his penis pressed against her aroused pussy. A couple of tendrils emerged and spread her legs wide apart then moved to her ass grabbing her cheeks, pulling them apart to give him a better target. Her toes urled around the front edge of this tank as the head began to press into her body letting out a loud sharp moan as it broke the surface, swollowing his head inside her.
“Third a German will have to show an unyeilding dedication to the German State, with the intensity of the the undying German will.” In a quick motion he pulled her down onto himself, driving himself so deep into her there was no farther to go, causing her to throw her head back and let out the loudest moan she had, her eyes slamming shut from the feeling. “Thats it my dear, you are beginning to get it.”
He lifted her allowing a moment of releif and slowly pushed into her once again, his shaft slicked with her fluids combined with his thick slimy pre. He wouldnt dare break his soldierly bearing and show it but being inside this beautiful maiden overjoyed him. His old joints and mechanics creaking and groaning with each movement. He had got his suspension into it to holding his breaks revving his powerful engine releasing then quickly applying them again causing him to bounce on his torsion bars with each movment only serving to increase the movement of his thrusts. She wrapped her arms around his massive 88mm cannon to brace herself as he continued to slide in and out of her frail human body, his engine revving, as he grunted and growled with pleasure. Putting her face to his cannon she began vogorously licking its steely surface, attempting to taste this German. This pleased him “There we are love, now you’re getting it”
The slopping and wet squishing and smacking sounds continued as he penedrated her hard and fast, her face showing nothing but the intense ecstacy she was feeling with this Panzer inside her.
As the passion mounted he slowed his pace to a more gentle speed, slowly drawing her body up and down the length of his shaft. “My dear, love unlike war must not be all about the the force, you must also seek the tender passion or else risk losing the interest of your lover” His words were gentle now as his slow deep thrusts sent spasms of pleasure through her body. Had been washed away into a daze by the high from absorbing his fluids into her blood stream.
Then he could feel the climax coming, one he had been waiting nearly 80 years for, to be with such a fine specimen of Germanic perfection “mein Leibchen i am close” he said as his old frame began to shudder. Silvery tank cum gushed form the tip of his dick deep inside her. It conuinued flowing with such an intnesity it quickly filled her insides and was forced out between his dick and her tightly stretched pussy. The gooey liquid poured from her onto his hull, down her legs, eventually into a puddle in the dirt. It was a hot thick sticky mess. She let out a loud moan as she to came, a moan that impressed even the Tiger as she to climaxed from the sensation of his orgasm.
“And the fourth” he said the both of them panting heavily ” a German will have to show resiliance in all aspects of life, being always ready to push again”
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Vadik I
Vadik part 1 * This may be deleted and added to When in russia later*
“Good evening everybody sorry to interrupt but Hangar 15 is celebrating its 10 month annaversary.” Chase said through the mic, the DJ lowering the music so he could speak. “Myself and the machines of Weber field would like to extend out thanks to our military members for the their service with half off drinks. So enjoy.” He put the mic back and the music resumed.
Vadik was doing as Vadik always did. His english had improved since being in the United States from a hand full of words to the ability to put together basic statements. He again resumed the roll of caretaker of the machines at the field, at the parties he would keep things lively and doing whatever he can to get his machines with a date, trying to involve the timid and hesitant.This meant he would sacrafise his own pleasure to make sure the others had a better chance of finding a human or machine to go home with.
The sun had gone down, but the party was still raging. At the center of the dancee floor was a circle of armored vehicles, jets and helicopters, the humans sitting on their hulls watching the those brave enough to display their dancing skills. The surrounding area was scattered with machines with their potential partners. With the warm evening the party had even spread out onto the runway and surrounding buildings.
Vadik had been doing his rounds, helping around the club when he saw a female standing alone on the outer wall seeming to be trying to blend into the shadows. He would try to enguage her maybe offer a drink then find her a suitable machine for the evening.
She tried to look away as he approached. She didn’t know why she was even here. Her friend had begged her to come along and she eventually broke. She had no interest in machines unlike her friend who had disappeared with a Leopard 2 tank early in the evening leaving her alone in a room full of massive war machines. Honestly they frightened her, missiles, cannons, heavy treads creeking and clanking as they moved about.
“How your night is” he thought a second “is your night” Vadik said trying to make his gruff voice sound as friendly as possible “I hope you’re enjoy party”
She still shyed away cringing a little in fear. He was not as large and frightening as the others but none the less he was a large armored vehicle, bearing massive all terrain tires and a machine gun. “I… I dont know. I think i should leave” she turned and was about to walk away.
“Why do you not stay” Vadik said, trying to fight the urge to speak Russian, his heavy accent making him difficult to understand. She liked it, something felt very comforting about his voice causing her to pause and rethink leaving. She turned back to him, seeing this massive armor plated vehicle she almost lost her nerve again. Then she saw him smiling at her, and those big eyes just seemed to console her. “I don’t know. I don’t think I belong here. My friend is into machines but I dont think I am. I just came because my friend begged me”
“Are you think of trying” he said. She couldn’t explain it but that accent of his, that deep thick Russian accent was enticing her. Something about her seemed to losen up as she looked into his big eyes.
“I don’t think so” He could sense her hesitation. She herself had no plan of hooking up with a machine but at this point she sure could use a friend and so far he was the only one she had ran into that wasn’t clearly trying to end up in bed with her.
“Then you could use tour while you wait? I can keep company” he said a big friendly smile across his face.
For some reason she trusted him and he seemed pleasnat. Not only that but maybe waiting with him would keep all the others from making a pass at her and keep her occupied until her friend got done with whatever she was taking part in. “I suppose”
“Climb up and hang on.” She hesitantly began climbing up, finding the first foothold and reaching for the handhold. She thought she would find the steel cold to the touch but was suprised to find his hull was warm. She placed her other foot on his tire but couldnt manage to pull herself up. She jumped a little as a tendril wrapped around her waist and lifted her the rest of the way up “Allow me to help you” he said setting her down on his roof, her feet hanging off his side. “Hold onto my gun”. She looked to her right and saw the heavy barrel protruding from his turret but was relictant to touch it, she had never even held a pistol before. “Is completely safe, no worry”. She cautiously wrapped her arm around the gun and held on.
Back where the party was still heavy Chase looked over, seeing the girl crawling up Vadik’s side. “Anya check it out, it looks like Vadik found someone.” Chase said pulling a Mig’s tongue from his mouth. Anya was to busy to notice as she was getting friendly with a massive M1A1 Abrams tank. “Good for him” she said through clenched teeth as one of the tank’s tendrils discretely ventured down to her nether regions.
She was weary about going anywhere with him but something felt right about this, his rumbling engine consoled her fears. He was careful with her on board and took it slow as they drove around the airbase, showing her how much it had grown since it’s founding. She was enjoying it, she even found herself resting her head on his turret as they rolled down the length of the landing strip, watching the lights go by in the warm night air. It seemed to her this night may actually turn out to be an enjoyable one.
“Do you want to see my favorite sight here?” He asked.
She wasn’t sure. She had enjoyed herself so far but what did he want to show her now, what was it he had to ask to show her. She didn’t often take risks in her life, even deciding to eat out was a thoroughly calculated decision. It felt right though. “sure” she said meekly.
“Alright” he said “Hold on tight”. He picked up the speed and headed for the back gate. They went about half a kilometer down the road then began down a dirt road. “You better get in. The trail ahead does get rather bumpy”. A hatch opened next to her “please be careful”. She crawled through into his armored interior. It was dimly lit by a couple small lights but the padded seat felt comfortable. A couple of tendrils came through the hatch and gently buckled her in.
He did his best not to jostle her as he traversed the rocks and potholes. This road if it could be called that was impassable to anything other than a robust off road vehicle and to his knowledge known only to him. She could feel the angle tell her they had climbed quite a but by the time they came to a stop. The hatch opened “You can come out now ” he said beconing her out. She crawled out and looked across the scene, the view was spectacular. She was awe struck as she looked across the landscape. She could see the moon shimmering off the Pacific Ocean to the west about a mile off and to their front she could see the bright colorful lights of the airfield. They sat on a flat clearing at the top of a small hill just on the outskirts of the field. They could faintly hear the sounds of the party in the distance and cars driving up and down the I-5 but nature also made its presence known, crickets chirped and the ocean roared in the distance.
“So what you think” Vadik, said hoping she would like it.
“This is amazing.” She was blown away by the view. She wasn’t aware these living machines had such a preception of beauty, it truly was serene up here.
“I’m glad” he said slowly inching one of his manipulator claws towards her hand. He hoped this would not scare her off, he hadn’t been this close in years. As it met the palm of her hand he was suprised, she didn’t shy away at all, she wrapped her fingers between his and held him.
“Vadik, I never imagined I would be having this kind of moment with a machine but here we are.” She said looking off into the distance. “I’m glad you brought me up here I don’t really like parties, I prefer the quiet” she paused and placed her face against his turret “like this.” Vadik smiled at this. “I don’t really know if I should” she continued “or even how I would but if you’ll take me, I’ll be yours for the night”.
What was she thinking, offering herself to a vehicle. This wasn’t like her at all, she didn’t even kiss on the first date. She had been without a man for over a year now, it was a nasty break up between her and her former fiancé and she hadn’t sought out love since. It was something about him that just made her happy again.
She carefully crawled down and stood in front of the BRDM his broad smile made her smile, the first time in a long time. “You dont know how glad that makes me” Vadik said. He had set aside his own desires for those of others for far to long. This time this was for him.
She stood with her back to the field in front of him, in his mind this couldnt be more perfect. He could sense she was shy as she pulled off her top. “You have nothing to fear up here, it is just you and I my dear”. He took the garment from her and placed it in his cabin. Next was her skirt and again Vadik took it for safe keeping. She truly was much more beautiful than she gave herself credit for. “Please my darling, keep going”
This wasn’t her at all. She couldn’t believe it, she was taking her bra off for an armored car, but something about it excited her, this must have been why her friend did it, that and she was a freaky one. “Allow me” Vadik said as she was about to remove her panties. He moved in close and extended 2 manipulator claws and gently grabbed the edges of her undergarments and slowly moved them down her legs. Then without warning her, he extended his broad tongue and placed it to her crotch, wetting her entire waist, tasting the aroused humans loins. This was exactly what he needed. She collapsed onto his front as the tip began flicking and playing with her clit as she oozed into his mouth, her face pressed against his armored nose, her breath leaving a cloud on the paint in the moist night air. He lapped at the lips of very aroused vagina until he felt she was in just the right place.
“Lay on the groung for me” he said withdrawing his tongue. She wasn’t sure what was about to happen but she had already come this far. She lay in the soft grass in front of him “don’t be afraid” he reassured her as he began to roll forward. She watched as the first massive all terrain tire passed by her, rocks and vegetation crackling under his immense weight. He continued until her toes here just at his rear axles. She was suprised as two large manipulator hands wrapped themselves almost all the way around her slender torso. Another pair came from under her arms, crisscrossed her upper back and supported her shoulders. A final pair came and cupped her full round ass cheeks, giving them a little squeezed. She was suprised by the heat his body put off, it was pleasantly warming.
He enjoyed the feeling of her soft human flesh in his hands, her breasts were especially enticing. With the thumbs of his large manipulator hands he began playing with them, squishing them, pushing the two mounds together, playing with her tender nipples, gently rubbing circles around their edges and over their tips. Another tendril slithered it’s way down between her breasts tracing the curves of her stomach and finally finding it’s mark at the tender ball of tissue of her clit, tenderly kneading it while another creeped up between her ass cheeks and penetrated her soft wet vagina. She writhed with pleasure as the two worked at her most sensitive parts, the one squirming about inside her bringing her just to the cusp of orgasm before withdrawing. This was by far the most stimulated she had ever been, her juices were flowing like a river.
“Vadik, oh my god” she moaned as he ceased playing with her “How can you do all that?”
“The benefits of being a machine, we can do many things” he replied
He moved her a bit farther down his body until she could feel something thick, long and hot laying across her belly. She reached down and felt his massive girth, how was she going to take this, she thought to herself. It oozed hot thick silvery precum onto her which pooled at her bellybutton before slipping off her and onto the ground beneath her. She ran her hands up and down his erection feeling the smooth ribbed shaft all the way up to the hot dripping head, even daring her curiosity and taking a goop of the liquid from the tip and placing it on her tongue just to see what a machine really tasted like. “You like” he said, his russian accent really starting to come out with the thought of getting to make love to this tiny American.
“I want you to guide it in will you dorogaya moya”. She took hold of the head his engorged cock as he moved her into position, the tip right at the slit of her vagina. She aided in guiding it to its target she could feel the heat of it pressing against her skin, his pre slathering the entrance. She clenched her teeth and let out a whimper as his massive head broke the surface, pressing hard into her. The manipulator hands on her ass spread her cheeks and legs so he could fit. She felt like her entire insides were stretching as the head finally made its way inside. She could feel his heat inside her as he continued to slowly push in, each rib causing her to clench her teeth even harder as it pushed past the entrance. Bit by bit he drove it into her until he felt himself touch the end reaching its max inside her. At this point he held it there savoring the feeling of having her tight pussy wrapped around him. His fluids were already giving her the first high of her life taking her mind off being stretched by this russian. “My dear you don’t know how long I’ve waited to feel like this again.”
He began to pull himself out of her little by little until only his head remained inside her body. His shaft was covered in both her and his fluids. With slow deliberation he began to push it back into her bringing a deep moan from her as he reached bottom again. He pulled back and pushed in again. “You see, your body is now used to a Russian the rest will be easy”. He could feel her body quivering with the sensation as she panted and moaned at the top of her lungs with each following powerful thrust. They went at it, gradually increasing in speed until it was the rapid fire squishing and slapping of their unnaturally powerful sex. She moaned deeply with each repetition, grunts, groans and heavy breathing filling the still night air.
“I want you to say you want it, I want you to beg for it, beg me for it darling” he groaned, his massive desiel engine revving along.
“Yes! Yes! Vadik yes! I want it!” She shouted unashamed if anyone heard it. “I want you, you big russian” her nails digging into his paint as she grasps him. She doesn’t know why but she finds herself tonguing the treads of his massive military off road tires and if trying to taste the long gone melted snow and earth of his motherland.
Finally he could feel it, the climax years in waiting. “I’m about to cum” he groaned, his rpms mounting. “Cum in me Vadik, cum like you’ve never before” she shouted. He could feel his entire frame shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. Massive amounts of machine cum flowed from him into the tiny human, squirting with such a pressure she could feel it pressing at her bellybutton. It filled her insides as it drove her to orgasm right along with him. She let out a yell that roused birds from the surrounding trees. Silvery semen flowing out of her from around the edges of his dick and running down her ass crack and forming a large sticky puddle on the ground.
His rpms slowed from red line as the two of them panted from exhaustion. He held himself deep inside her, his fluids still flowing out around the edges. She’s so tight on him he never wants to pull out. “You’re such good lover” he said breathing heavily through his intakes. “I’ve not loved like this in a long time”
“You enjoy yes?” She still clung to his underbelly her mouth agape still trying to fathom the expirence she had just had with this armored vehicle. She had never heard of a BRDM-2 before tonight and now one was sitting inches deep inside her.
Very slowly he withdrew, pulling her off himself. As he does, it was like taking the cork out of a wine bottle, excess machine cum flowed from her pussy. He was so large she had never imagined she could take something like him. Carefully he moved her up to his underbelly to his face pressing her against it and gently whispering in her ear “my little human I hope you have new view on machines, I hope you have new view on me”
Somehow all she wanted to do is cuddle up to this big machine and he can feel it. He holds her close for over half an hour the heat from his engine warming her entire body. In a timid voice she looks to Vadik and says “can we go again.” He smiles “yes my love we can”
They continued over and over again. Making love to his little woman for hours. This was what he needed. He only hoped he had done enough to keep her. He wanted more than anyhting to just settle down and grow old with someone.
In the afterglow he remained buried inside her as she lay in the warm grass. She had come to enjoy the warm feeling of him inside her. With her head still swimming in the high he had given her, all she wanted was Vadik and every inch of contact she could make with his steely hull was a dream to her. She rubbed her cheek against him as his tendrils gently massaged her sore body.
She woke up the next morning to the warm glow of the morning sun, the BRDM still inside her. She couldn’t believe what she had done, she had just made love to a machine but even more shocking, she thought she loved him. She just lay there not wanting to move, thinking on last night. A while later Vadik woke still feeling her wrapped around him. “Good morning” he said kindly, pulling her off himself and rolling back off her. She stood, feebly trying to support herself on her legs. Her entire body ached.
“Vadik, I can’t even begin to describe just how much I enjoyed last night” she said standing naked in front of him. Tenderly she placed a hand on his face. Her body was still slathered with the remnants of last night’s love making but she didn’t care, this was the first time she had actually felt something for anyone in a long time. “If you ever need someone to keep you company or even more if you wanted, I will gladly do it.” She couldn’t think of more to say, just hoping that her words said what she wanted to say. She was pretty sure she was in love with him.
Vadik reached inside and handed her her clothing. “I am glad to hear you say that” he said as she put her cloths on. “I haven’t felt such a way in too long and for that night I am greatful.” He wasn’t sure how she would feel about what he wanted to say and he argued within himself as to whether to tell her. He knew it had happened. He hadn’t intended to make the bond with her but it was there and he had to ask her in a way that wouldn’t scare her if she would acknowledge the bond.
“I know you know little of me and we only met last night but I hope this expirence has brought you to like me” he felt a little hesitant, a little nervous “like me enough that we could be one, together.”
She felt passion for the sweet machine sweep over her with his tender words, standing there just her and this armored car on a beautiful mountain top. “Yes Vadik, I will.” She came and wrapped the corner of his nose in a tight embrase “I love you Vadik”
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The Italy op (Lamborghini Aventador)
Chapter 1: Barely street legal
CIA agent Tyler Grant
12 April 2021, Private Estate of Mr. Carlo Anton, 2 miles east of Genoa Italy.
Agent Grant pulled back the sleeve of his tux checking his watch. It was about time for the show to start. He looked out the window just in time to see a fireball eroupted just over the hill. The shock wave shaking the windowpanes in the ornate ballroom. Frightened patrons shrieked as the ball of fire shook the chandeliers overhead many beginning to scramble for the exits.
That was his que. He casually made his way out of the ballroom and down a set of stairs, retrieving a long case he’d stowed the night before. The door at the bottom of the stares opened into a large garage, showcasing a number of rare and exotic cars. He grabbed a chair and propped it up against the door handle, that would keep any unwanted disturbances out.
The side facing the sea was a large glass wall giving him a clear view of the road and docks below. It actually was a nice night despite the chaos he had just caused. The moon was full over the Italian coast, it’s light reflecting off the water. This was no time for sightseeing however. A pair of headlights raced away from the estate down the switchback road to the docks.
He opened the case and removed small tool and applied it to the window. A couple of turns and it was through the glass leaving a clean hole about 10 centimeters in diameter. He reached into the case and removed the large Barrett .50 caliber rifle from the case and set it on the bipod then lay behind the rifle and sighted in. This rifle had altered more political landscapes than he cared to remember. Just last month and half a world away the mad dog leader of an undisclosed Southeast Asian country had been laid to rest at just over a mile. Three weeks before that it was the leader of a pirate group off the coast of Somalia form a helicopter on a windy night. He prided himself on his work and justly so.
Just as he had planned, the vehicle came to a screeching had at the docks and a group of armed men emerged looking around before waving another man out of the car.
“There you are” he said finding him in the scope as he ran from the SUV to the safety of the boat. The group quickly boarded a vessel and shot off to a large yacht moored a few hundred meters out.
Carlo Anton was one of Europe’s premier arms dealers, dealing also in drugs and human trafficking on the side. He was most well known for providing high-end hardware to third world countries in order to make smaller conflicts become larger in order to push more merchandise. Your basic bad guy. A resident of the CIA’s most wanted list for a while now but never a priority, until recently, regarding his involvement in a coup in Mexico. This had gained him a priority kill tag and the attention one of the CIA’s top covert agents. Dirty deniable undercover wetwork operations were his specialty.
The boat reached the larger vessel and they began offloading. Grant began putting the shot together in his head. Wind was still, the boat was just under a kilometer and a half out and they hadn’t weighed anchor yet, easy shot, easy op. One arms dealer dead, one illegal narcotics plant blown to smithereens. He racked the bolt back on the heavy rifle and let it slam forward, feeding a round into the chamber.
His cross hairs lined up right over Anton’s torso, he liked the head shots but at this range to much or a risk, but with a .50 caliber projectile he hardly even had to hit him for a kill. A few clicks for the light breeze that had picked up and he was ready. Breath in, breath out, empty lungs and slow squeeze.
Make that two narcotics plants. A second explosion eroupted in the distance as the second warehouse went up.
The heavy rifle bucked as it sent the hand milled 661 grain projectile downrange at over 600 meters per second. The projectile impacted the soft target left of center mass, obliterating flesh and bone.
The shot damn near tore Anton apart, splattering his personal guard in blood and mangled tissue. The bewildered guards looked around frantically to find the shooter.
“Well time to get out of here” he said to himself packing his rifle and turning to the door leading out of the garage. The rifle shot would have been masked by the explosion and he would be free to escape without anyone knowing. He policed up the spent shell casing and began walking out.
“Ah hell” he said under his breath as pounding and shouts came from the exit door. The chair hindered entrance but that was only temporary.
Time for the backup plan. He turned to the door at the back of the garage leading outside.
“This just isn’t my day” he said as two sets of lights rolled around the side of the building. Doors slammed as what he could imagine were 6 to 8 armed thugs unloading.
“Looks like you could use a ride” Years of training and personal expirence took over, almost instantly drawing his pistol from its concealed underarm holster. He could have, from the hip, without effort hit any target in the room as he spun around. One problem, there wasn’t anyone else in the room.
His mind took a second to process it but the voice had in fact come from one of the vehicles.
The powerful engine of a Lamborghini Aventador roared to life, settling to a gentle purr. She was a living machine, and what a machine she was. Her as sleak body was a sporty red, showing off Lamborghini’s signature sharp designed, looking more along the lines of a stealth fighter than a car.
He smiled chuckling to himself “So it would seem”
“Get in” she beckoned. The slender door gracefully opened in the famous lamborghini style.
Why would this stranger car want to help him. A trap perhaps. Well, options were certainly running out. The door wouldn’t hold there
He threw his rifle case into the passenger seat. Leveling his pistol he put three shots through the large glass wall, sending spider webs of cracks across the glass.
“Punch it” he said hopping in and pulling the door shut.
Her engine roared as her tires began to squeal and smoak against the smooth floor before catching grip and taking off, pinning Tyler to his seat. In a scene fit for Hollywood slow motion they crashed through the window onto the dark street. Within a second they had tore off into the darkness, the thugs scrambling to get back to their SUVs.
The two tore off into the moonlit Italian night. “So why help… I never got your name”
“It’s Vera” she replied, her accent making the simple words sound romantic “I’m glad he’s dead, that you killed him. That man couldn’t handle a car like me. He kept me in that garage as a showpiece, I could only look out and see the road. That was the ultimate torture. He couldnt take hold, didn’t have what it takes to drive a Lamborghini. Do you?”
He wasn’t sure what she actually meant by it but what he heard was a challenge. He grabbed hold of the wheel and jammed his foot down on the accelerator. Instantly her V-12 engine responded with a rush of power, pinning him again to the seat. They raced down the empty coastline highway. He knew how to handle a vehicle such as this, and he showed it well, burning around turns, threading between cars.
Vera was already turned on by this American assassin. She could feel his firm grip on her wheel and just how he drove her. That garage had been a prison. She needed the open road but she also needed something more, she could feel it.
“You are a spy, yes?” She asked
“I suppose you could say that”
“At the end of the spy movies, doesn’t the dashing spy always end up taking home the attractive young lady?”
“That he does” Tyler liked where she was going with this. He had never been with a machine before but she wasn’t just any machine. This was the oppertunity of a lifetime, only a hand full of these exotic beauties remained in the world.
“I know a nice little private villa in Nice” he said to her
“Ooh France. I haven’t been there in years.”
Together, they drove along the Mediterranean coast. He always imagined Europe like this as a young boy, fantasizing about racing a Italian super car along the Italian coast line . He could feel the gentle vibrations of her engine, everything about her was built for power.
She hoped she was reading his intentions right. A tendril emerges from her floorboards and found its way I to his pant leg. He didn’t struggle which for her was a good sign, he simply smiled as he continued driving. It creeped up his leg, across his inner thigh before wrapping itself around his cock.
The whole drive there he was pleasure by this Lamborghini gently stroking his cock, making it the most pleasurable ride of his life. What honestly more could a man ask for than driving a Aventador down an empty Italian highway on a moonlit night all while the Aventador casually strokes your dick. Not much he thought to himself.
It was a few hours before they arrived in Nice France. The sun had already risen and the forecast predicted a sunny summers day. They drove up a hill to a lone villa sitting atop a hill. The building itself fit in perfectly with the French countryside. It was surrounded on all sides by a stone patio with a pool at the back looking out over the water.
Rather than stopping in the driveway he drove her all the way around the house pool side. She turned off her engine and opened her door to let Tyler out.
He was looking forward to actually getting to have a proper look at her. He whistled looking over her sleek body. She was a beautiful assortment of lines and edges, all coming to a point at her front. He gently ran a finger along her bodywork as he circled around her. Her paint was smooth to the touch and he could feel her quiver as he touched her.
“I’m going to be frank with you my dear” he said “I have never been with a car before, in fact I’ve never been with a machine”
“I have never been with a human before” she replied “I’ve never been with anyone. I’ve been in that garage since as long as I can remember.”
“Then I think we will both enjoy this” he said beginning to unbuckling his tuxedo pants, dropping the jacket and stripping down.
“I hope you fuck the way you drive” she said.
He went down to his knees In front of the Aventador and pulled his cock from his underpants holding the erect shaft in his hand. With his other hand he reached under her bumper and lifted her chin. He placed himself into her mouth, her lips greedily wrapping around his cock. He could feel her begin to suck at him, her large wet tongue licking at his tip as he stroked her bumper and hood.
“You told me your late owner couldn’t handle an Aventador, couldn’t take hold, didn’t have what it takes. Well, I have a bit of a different approach.” He said to her as she coated his dick with her thick saliva, the point of her hood pressing against his abs as she sought to get every inch. He couldn’t imagine anything better than this. He had an Italian super car giving him head in a villa in the south of France. He was going to keep her, end of story.
She wanted this, she could feel by the way he stroked her body that she was bringing him unbearable pleasure. Her whole life she had just been a car. She never knew anything more. Her sole purpose in life had been to look pretty and awe people with the sound of her engine. She wanted more. She wanted that thing every lamborghini wants, to go fast, but there was something more. Something inside her had always burned, desiring to be satisfied by something she didn’t understand and somehow this was fulfilling her needs. She wanted more.
He leaned forward putting his chest to her hood as she sucked the pre from the tip of his dick, her soft lips and smooth tongue working his shaft. “Vera, I have something special for you” he said pulling himself form her mouth, leaving a sweat outline of his chest on her hood. He had to put a hand against her to stop her as she tried to take him in ger mouth again.
He stood and walked around her. This Aventador was all his. He could do with her body whatever he pleased. He ran his hand along her body, his fingers brushing from the corner of her headlight, up along the curve of her roof and down her back finally reaching the lip just above her driver side tail light. He moved to the center of her bumper and went to his knees.
“What are you do… Aaaah nhhh” she shouted as he jammed his cock it’s full length into her tailpipe, her body almost instantly clamping around his dick. She was so incredibly tight on him, he could feel her wet walls squeezing him as he allowed the sensation of the first penetration sink in.
“What are you doing” she groaned pulling air, breathing heavy through her intakes. It was the first time he had ever felt such pain and pleasure at once.
He began pulling out feeling her tailpipe begin to secrete lubricants.
“I don’t know if I can take this” she whimpered.
He wasn’t going to take that, he was going have her pipes until she liked it. Again he jammed himself into her.
“Mmmf nnnnh” he heard her moan as he slid himself into her again.
She could feel her chin almost brushing the ground as he lifted her ass end to get a better position. This Lamborghini was completely at his mercy.
She kept resisting, squirming and moaning as he pulled and pushed in and out of her. Gradually he picked up the pace, fucking her faster and faster. He reached a hand under her bumper and took hold for more leverage. Her body was light and built for speed, easy for him to really get her rocking. She locked her breaks tight as the thrusts became more powerful, gritting her teeth as her body lunged forward with each thrust her suspension creeking and moaning from the motion..
He pounded her relentlessly “moan for me Lamborghini you’re mine now and I want to hear you. I want you to feel it, feel it all through your frame and I want you to love it” he growled at her. He could feel her start to loosen up, start to actually enjoy this. “I’m going to make you show me why you rule the European highways. You’re going to prove the Aventador reputation.”
Vera was coming to love this, having this human fucking her tailpipe. She couldn’t help but moan and groan as he plowed her, occasionally giving her a good slap on her ass. His skin clapping against her bumper. Even if she maxed the tightness of her suspension she couldn’t stop the jolting motion of his thrusts, he was powerful for a human and she loved it. Finally a man who could handle her like she thought she ought to be handled.
He could feel fatigue beginning to set in as he slowed his thrusts, juices flowing from her pipes. Getting a car rocking like that could really take it out of you, but his stamina was far from spent and he hadn’t cum in his little Aventador yet. She was taking in heavy breaths through her large side intakes as he finally pulled himself from her. She oozed for him.
He knew enough about living machines to know that pipes weren’t all she had.
“Vera now it’s time for the good part” he said coming to his feet, running his hand across the glass panels that covered her engine, dripping drops of pre cum into her back end.
Without saying anything to her he grabbed the cushion off one of the poolside lounge chairs and placed it on the ground in front of her.
“Well what are you waiting for” he said laying down on the pad and looking at her.
She was so excited she almost didn’t know what to do with herself. She was so horny, so incredibly horny. Years of pent up lust were about to be satisfied. Her pussy ached and dripped for his cock and she was about to get it.
He saw a big grin cross the Lamborghini’s face as she rolled towards him. Lifting on her hydraulics she moved over top of him. He watched her under panels as they passed over. What an incredible feat of engineering he thought to himself. All this worked together in perfect union to produce the ultimate driving experience.
Her pussy was already hot and dripping as it came into position right over his crotch. Hot drops from her aroused pussy fell on his skin. He was going to make her shake and squirm. He grabbed ahold of her undercarriage positioned himself until the tip of his dick lay against her opening.
With as much force as he could muster form underneath the vehicle he rimmed himself balls deep in her. The force lifting her a little on her suspension. He paused for a second inside her, his back arched. He wanted to savor his first time entering a vehicle. Her pussy wrapped tight around his cock, it’s insides, hot, wet and ribbed to perfection. Her thick silvery fluids leaked onto him, his waist pressed against her tender lips.
Slowly and deliberately he withdrew from her looking down to see the silvery residue that coated his dick. he could feel something odd. It had started when he was going at it with her tail pipes. A sensation had begun to creep through his body, making him light headed and slightly euphoric, a kind of high. He wasn’t sure of it was something he had drank or some strange oddity about screwing this car but, he loved it.
“Vera, how does this feel” he said thrusting deep into her again.
“Please don’t stop” she moaned.
He would gladly do that. Pulling out again he jammed himself into her again. He got faster, each powerful thrust lifted her a little. She was a broad flat but relatively small car making her so nimble on the track. He was in love with just how much he could influence her movement. Such a light peice artistic piece of machinery would bounce and rock for him as he continued to pound her. His waist smacked against her wet lips as he went from deep powerful thrusts to a more rapid fire approach rocking her frame and producing a wet slapping noise as their bodies collided.
Her powerful V-12 engine roared with excitment. It’s pistons throbbing as it sent vibrations through her frame even further stimulating Tyler’s erection as it penetrated her. As her sensation mounted the auxiliary intakes began to rise from her fenders as she required more and more air to cool and feed her revving engine. Even her retractable spoiler began to rise a little, a thing that only happened at speeds. She wanted this sensation forever. Her tongue hung out of her wide open mouth as she panted and moaned.
She began to groan and quiver. Tyler could feel she was about to cum, his waist was already soaked with her fluids, he couldn’t imagine what it would be like when she came to orgasm. He thought he would out do her but all the sudden the feeling struck him.
His body went ridged, arching his back as he drove his dick as beep into the car as he could. The cum squirted from his dick all over the Lamborghini’s insides, blowing massive a load much overdue. At the same time Vera felt her body tremble with pleasure, her engine red lining with a deafening roar as his hot cum filled her, driving her to orgasm. She gushed a wave of hot juice all over his stomach and waist, screaming and moaning with pleasure.
Tyler lay there underneath the Lamborghini, his sweat soaked chest rising and falling as his lungs tried to bring in much needed oxygen after the workout he had just got fucking that car.
Vera couldn’t just believe what she had just expirenced. This was the greatest she had ever felt. It was the pleasure of going full speed around a track two fold. She wanted it. She wanted it over and over and over.
She rolled backwards until her chin was right at his abs. Vera extended her tongue and licked him from his belly button to the center of his chest. As she was about to withdraw he grabbed hold of her tongue with both hands, feeling it’s warm wet squishy surface in his hands. He leaned up and put the tip of her tongue in his mouth, taking one hand and grabbing the bottom of her bumper and pulling her close until her lips were pressed against his and they kissed. They made out with such passion neither could believe it.
They remained locked in each other’s embrace for a great while. “Vera” Tyler said as they seperated “that was incredible. I have to thank you for that. I never imagined just how great it would be.” He took his hand and tenderly rubbed her face.
“Tyler, I have no owner now, and you took me away from that place so I would like to offer myself to you. I never imagined someone would be able to handle me like you have.”
“No one would be able to take you from me.” She got off him as he began to get up. “Now I think there’s some wine inside if you’re ready for round two.”
They made love for hours, over and over again, every way you could possibly think of doing it with a car. A couple bottles of expensive french wine later and the two fell asleep.
He awoke to the sound of his phone going off, a couple of empty wine bottles laying empty next to him. The call had to be the office. He was laying on a ground level poolside bed, half covered by the large body of a Lamborghini Aventador.
She smiled at him rolling backwards to allow him to get up and retrieve his phone. He grabbed the device and walked inside leaving her to recall what had just happened.
He emerged minutes later, gently stroking his erect cock with one hand, a fresh glass of wine in his other. Making his way over to the futon by the pool he sat down. Like a good car she immediately drove over to him and took his morning wood into her mouth. It didn’t take her long to bring him to orgasm as she sucked vigorously at him. Just before he came he pulled himself from her mouth and lay his dick on her hood. His load exploded all over her hood, gushing globs of hot cum across her paint as her tongue lapped at his balls.
“Well I just got off the phone with Langley. You said you want to be on the road again, yeah?”
“Yes, why?”
“Govorite po-Russki?”
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