The sound of the door opening was like music to her ears. Her tired, lust-lidded eyes brightened with excitement, expecting to hear his boots against the floor as the commander made his way to her. When she didn’t see his tall, muscular frame standing in the doorway, she reluctantly ceased the teasing motions of her fingers against her gleaming, drenched folds. Ava crawled to the edge of the bed, still ringing from hours of frustrating self-torture. Her ears picked up on the sound of the refrigerator opening. She growled, irritated and annoyed at the fact that he had forgotten about her—or was simply prolonging her torment. With an exasperated sigh, she laid back down on the bed and returned to her seemingly endless massaging. Even when he finally returned to the bedroom, she had to continue for a while longer as he watched, stroking his intimidating length. Her reward for her good behavior was exactly what she wanted. Ava mounted him quickly, sliding down his stiff member till her was completely buried inside her. Instantaneously she came. Hours of holding out and bringing herself right to the brink of release ensured that she didn’t last very long. Atop of him she shuddered, eyes closing while she rode out the intense waves of pleasure that coursed through her.<br/><br/>After her unexpected—and premature—climax, she continued to ride him until another crashing into her several minutes later. As much as she wanted to hold a grudge for keeping her waiting for so long, she needed him desperately. Still she was cross with him, and it was expressed in the way that she refused to look at him. All she needed was his cock, so she rode him hard, hips bouncing rapidly on top of his until they were both entirely sated. His release filled her to the brim, backlogging out of her as intervals of spasms caused her walls to squeeze him—her body wanting every drop he had to offer. When the little convulsions ceased, she pushed herself up and moved to the bathroom to take another shower. Clean and refreshed, she got back in bed, falling asleep mere minutes after she rested her head on her pillow.<br/><br/>She could have slept for days, it seemed like. Ava was exhausted from spotter training for weeks and a night of rough and wild sex, but she was up on time. She dressed, brushed her teeth, and washed her face, then swept her long, dark hair into a pony tail. With time to spare, she prepared something to eat with the groceries the refrigerator had been stocked with; some fruit with a protein shake. As she ate, she couldn’t help but be nervous, something she was beginning to think she’d never truly escape so long as she was a conscript and fighting against ghosts, monsters, and parasites. Thus far, she had only ever encounter one threat at a time, but she read the dossiers and the debriefs. She knew that it was chaos and that the country was overrun with an infestation of parasites. Ava was eager to learn the plan they chose to implement and what role she would play in executing it.