Here’s what I’ve cooked up for Dima and Demon. The sex scene is kinda lame, I’m sorry but I didn’t really feel motivated to write the sex scene, more geared towards what’s after it.
Enjoy.
IS-3 part II:
Dima rocked side to side in the shipping hold. She was very excited to be going on to a life with meaning. She was at one end of the hold with her turret backwards and at the other end was Demon facing her. He was holding her rear drive sprockets close to his forward drive sprockets trying to keep them warm against the cold Atlantic air. He wished he could be by her side but because of the packed ship there was no room. He cuddled her ass against his chest and reached for tarps to cover themselves with. He had just gotten them settled in and warm when he noticed Dima had the eye.
“What’s on your mind, Dima, baby?”
“Us rocking the boat.” They smiled as the audible sound of her track link ‘pantie’ falling to the floor echoed throughout the cargo vessel hold. She reached across to his armored cover and removed it, then stroked the hardening member presenting itself. The engine noise and closed off bulkheads meant they would be a faint moan to the crew, and fret little about being interrupted. They eyed each other as Dima pulled his cock to her wetting vagina lips and split them open with two of her fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as she felt his hard head touch her innards, and moaned louder as she let her lips snap shut onto his cock. She pulled more out to press deeper into her, moaning more and more.
“Not any deeper, please, baby?” Demon asked, he was scared of hurting the child, going too deep and hitting it. She nodded, she wanted him as deep as the first night but knew that couldn’t happen, not for a few more months, at least. “You’re so soft, softer than last time. God damn it’s so good!” He pulled his cock back out to the head as she moaned and grunted.
“Rock me, Demon, rock the baby and me asleep.” She pleaded with him, after the two months they’ve met Demon learned she liked it rough, weld bending rough.
“I don’t think I can rock you as hard as I did on shore-”
“And whys that?”
“I don’t think the boat <personal pet peeve it’s a ship> can take it.” He smiled while she frowned.
“Just get humping, already.” She snapped. “Unless you want me to lead.” He instantly started thrusting his hull and cock into her, letting her drop her nose into the hull and ride up onto his hull front. He lowered his rear and thrusted up into her heavy chassis, thrusting her rear into to air every thrust upwards. Her vagina molded to his thrashing cock, holding onto him tight, and getting tighter with every other deep penetrating thrust. At one point her loud moans and grunts turned to her Russian language, Demon always liked it when she spoke Russian, it made him feel like her special one. He moaned aloud in between her vocals to fill the air.
Eventually their engines started to turn over, started, because of fire hazards the two were drained of fuel and obviously their ammos were removed. The clicking and grinding of metal grew louder and louder as did the moaning, then the noise of screeching metal began as Dima’s arms gripped Demon’s skirt and death gripped it; as per the other marks this wasn’t her first time doing it to them. They loved each other for what they guessed was the rest of the night, that morning was when Dima proposed something that made Demon shiver.
“Demon, I want you to feel the child for me.” He shuddered.
“What?!”
Reach inside and tell me what it feels like, our child.” He out right declined. “If you won’t then I’ll do it myself.”
“You’ll hurt it!”
“No. It has Russian blood. It won’t feel a thing but a mother’s hand.” She was about to reach into herself when she darted and grabbed Demon’s hands and shoved them inside her vagina. “Maybe you are the baby, and this is the man?” She joked. Demon was very intrigued and raced ahead deeper into her vagina, lifting up her hull onto his chest so his arms could reach. “Or maybe not.”
“Damn,” he felt all the way to the womb, almost a boiling hot inside as he gingerly searched for the fetus. He touched something with a finger and knew exactly his blood ran in those tubes. He closed his eyes.
“What is it like?”
“I can feel it’s suspension, it has your wheels.” Dima giggled and shivered in excitement. She could feel commotion inside but not specifics, Demon was making his way around her insides, around the fetus.
“It has your chest, and my round hatch on it. It’s a little sausage,” Dima giggled, “with my rear-”
“Boy or girl!? Boy or girl!?” Demon felt around.
“I dunno.”
“Where’s the turret? What gun? What turret? Is it heavy?”
“I dunno, is it heavy?”
“I can’t tell!”
“Alright, it’s a closed turret like ours, your shape but my height.., and the gun mantle is rounded, the gun is pretty big.” Dima giggled a lot more. “It’ll be beautiful, babe.” He retracted his arms, placed her on the floor, and looked her in the eyes.
“I love you, Demon.”
“I love you, Dima.” They slept together until they woke up hours later, only to go back to sleep to pass the days. Allen wasn’t allowed in and was kept with the crew the whole voyage. Soon they would all see the sun set over the New York skyline.
Fin IS-3 part II