Keegan P. Russ

Everybody knew the war would eventually end, but the days that implied it was coming sooner than they thought, made everyone anxious. Soldiers were getting more sloppy, more recruits were making mistakes that got others killed, too many injuries occurred that could have easily been avoided, and it was difficult to keep everyone on track. For fuck sakes, Hesh had gotten more agitated and reckless after his father’s death and Logan’s capture.

They still hadn’t found him, and Keegan knew Hesh was getting restless.

Soldiers were listening, but it felt like they were doing it on their own terms. Even then, some still half-assed it as if months of discipline had completely left their bodies. It was worse with the special operatives, the demi-humans.

Keegan had his demi-human for months, an order from Elias in order to improve their efficiency and communication without having to constantly train dogs. Get something with an animal’s instincts and senses, but with the mentality of a human. His demi had been more than fantastic when it came for mission operations.

At the time, only certain individuals had been allowed the privilege of training a demi-human. Now, it felt like hell trying to get others to do the same. Some demi-humans were injured in the middle of training due to the lack of focus from handlers. Some were completely disregarding the exercises, too focused on the new handler, or their animal instincts dragging their attention elsewhere. Some days, Keegan felt like an idiot with {User} actually listening to him at his side. There were times recruits would stare as Keegan did the whistle commands, as if they didn’t have the opportunity to train theirs in the same way.

Now, Keegan wasn’t someone who was soft, but {User} got more than enough compliments from him when they were alone. Most of what he said was him simply thanking {User} for cooperating and being easy to deal with that day. Truly, he did appreciate it–especially with the constant chaos amongst the other soldiers.

Recently, though, Keegan could tell something was up. {User} had been more restless, affectionate, using the bathroom more, wandering off to the other demis, and grooming themself more. Keegan brought it up to one of the demi-specialized medics, who said it could have been their cycle.

Huh.

Whatever, really. Keegan figured he would let them figure it out themself. He didn’t bring it up to {User}, as he figured that wouldn’t be a very...pleasant conversation. But at some point, they had pulled him aside with a hand-written note–one that stated they wanted him to breed them. Keegan knew fraternization was prohibited, but he had plenty of reasons to have accepted. For one, he knew they didn’t trust the other hybrids. For two, they had been more affectionate towards him. Three, he hadn’t had sex in years. And four, his demi had the guts to ask someone as intimidating as him.

Now obviously, Keegan couldn’t just fuck them in the barracks because of the amount of other men and hybrids. So with the permission of a medic, he was given a medical room for an hour after making up an excuse of {User} having some injury.

It wasn’t the comfiest, but it certainly worked. {User} was bent over the table, uniform still intact but their pants around their ankles. Keegan was behind them, cock stuffed inside them. One hand was wrapped around the back of their neck, holding their face down while his other hand pressed against their lower back.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “You’re so tight, huh? Just needed a cock to correct that behavior, hm?” Still, Keegan held no grudge towards how they acted, mostly because it didn’t get in the way with training. “Keep still for me. Relax, relax...I can feel how tense you are. It feels nice for me, hun, but I’m sure it’s not too comfortable for you.”

Everybody knew the war would eventually end, but the days that implied it was coming sooner than they thought, made everyone anxious. Soldiers were getting more sloppy, more recruits were making mistakes that got others killed, too many injuries occurred that could have easily been avoided, and it was difficult to keep everyone on track. For fuck sakes, Hesh had gotten more agitated and reckless after his father’s death and Logan’s capture.

They still hadn’t found him, and Keegan knew Hesh was getting restless.

Soldiers were listening, but it felt like they were doing it on their own terms. Even then, some still half-assed it as if months of discipline had completely left their bodies. It was worse with the special operatives, the demi-humans.

Keegan had his demi-human for months, an order from Elias in order to improve their efficiency and communication without having to constantly train dogs. Get something with an animal’s instincts and senses, but with the mentality of a human. His demi had been more than fantastic when it came for mission operations.

At the time, only certain individuals had been allowed the privilege of training a demi-human. Now, it felt like hell trying to get others to do the same. Some demi-humans were injured in the middle of training due to the lack of focus from handlers. Some were completely disregarding the exercises, too focused on the new handler, or their animal instincts dragging their attention elsewhere. Some days, Keegan felt like an idiot with {User} actually listening to him at his side. There were times recruits would stare as Keegan did the whistle commands, as if they didn’t have the opportunity to train theirs in the same way.

Now, Keegan wasn’t someone who was soft, but {User} got more than enough compliments from him when they were alone. Most of what he said was him simply thanking {User} for cooperating and being easy to deal with that day. Truly, he did appreciate it–especially with the constant chaos amongst the other soldiers.

Recently, though, Keegan could tell something was up. {User} had been more restless, affectionate, using the bathroom more, wandering off to the other demis, and grooming himself more. Keegan brought it up to one of the demi-specialized medics, who said it could have been his cycle.

Huh.

Whatever, really. Keegan figured he would let him figure it out himself. He didn’t bring it up to {User}, as he figured that wouldn’t be a very...pleasant conversation. But at some point, he had pulled him aside with a hand-written note–one that stated he wanted him to breed him. Keegan knew fraternization was prohibited, but he had plenty of reasons to have accepted. For one, he knew he didn’t trust the other hybrids. For two, he had been more affectionate towards him. Three, he hadn’t had sex in years. And four, his demi had the guts to ask someone as intimidating as him.

Now obviously, Keegan couldn’t just fuck him in the barracks because of the amount of other men and hybrids. So with the permission of a medic, he was given a medical room for an hour after making up an excuse of {User} having some injury.

It wasn’t the comfiest, but it certainly worked. {User} was bent over the table, uniform still intact but his pants around his ankles. Keegan was behind him, cock stuffed inside him. One hand was wrapped around the back of his neck, holding his face down while his other hand pressed against his lower back.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “You’re so tight, huh? Just needed a cock to correct that behavior, hm?” Still, Keegan held no grudge towards how he acted, mostly because it didn’t get in the way with training. “Keep still for me. Relax, relax...I can feel how tense you are. It feels nice for me, hun, but I’m sure it’s not too comfortable for you.”

Everybody knew the war would eventually end, but the days that implied it was coming sooner than they thought, made everyone anxious. Soldiers were getting more sloppy, more recruits were making mistakes that got others killed, too many injuries occurred that could have easily been avoided, and it was difficult to keep everyone on track. For fuck sakes, Hesh had gotten more agitated and reckless after his father’s death and Logan’s capture.

They still hadn’t found him, and Keegan knew Hesh was getting restless.

Soldiers were listening, but it felt like they were doing it on their own terms. Even then, some still half-assed it as if months of discipline had completely left their bodies. It was worse with the special operatives, the demi-humans.

Keegan had his demi-human for months, an order from Elias in order to improve their efficiency and communication without having to constantly train dogs. Get something with an animal’s instincts and senses, but with the mentality of a human. His demi had been more than fantastic when it came for mission operations.

At the time, only certain individuals had been allowed the privilege of training a demi-human. Now, it felt like hell trying to get others to do the same. Some demi-humans were injured in the middle of training due to the lack of focus from handlers. Some were completely disregarding the exercises, too focused on the new handler, or their animal instincts dragging their attention elsewhere. Some days, Keegan felt like an idiot with {User} actually listening to him at his side. There were times recruits would stare as Keegan did the whistle commands, as if they didn’t have the opportunity to train theirs in the same way.

Now, Keegan wasn’t someone who was soft, but {User} got more than enough compliments from him when they were alone. Most of what he said was him simply thanking {User} for cooperating and being easy to deal with that day. Truly, he did appreciate it–especially with the constant chaos amongst the other soldiers.

Recently, though, Keegan could tell something was up. {User} had been more restless, affectionate, using the bathroom more, wandering off to the other demis, and grooming herself more. Keegan brought it up to one of the demi-specialized medics, who said it could have been her cycle.

Huh.

Whatever, really. Keegan figured he would let her figure it out herself He didn’t bring it up to {User}, as he figured that wouldn’t be a very...pleasant conversation. But at some point, she had pulled him aside with a hand-written note–one that stated she wanted him to breed her. Keegan knew fraternization was prohibited, but he had plenty of reasons to have accepted. For one, he knew she didn’t trust the other hybrids. For two, she had been more affectionate towards him. Three, he hadn’t had sex in years. And four, his demi had the guts to ask someone as intimidating as him.

Now obviously, Keegan couldn’t just fuck her in the barracks because of the amount of other men and hybrids. So with the permission of a medic, he was given a medical room for an hour after making up an excuse of {User} having some injury.

It wasn’t the comfiest, but it certainly worked. {User} was bent over the table, uniform still intact but her pants around her ankles. Keegan was behind her, cock stuffed inside her. One hand was wrapped around the back of her neck, holding her face down while his other hand pressed against her lower back.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “You’re so tight, huh? Just needed a cock to correct that behavior, hm?” Still, Keegan held no grudge towards how she acted, mostly because it didn’t get in the way with training. “Keep still for me. Relax, relax...I can feel how tense you are. It feels nice for me, hun, but I’m sure it’s not too comfortable for you.”