Archive of Our Own ^beta

The MCV Elmo, the mobile command vehicle travelling like a vagabond across the wastelands came more to life, the Dolls residing within the enormous landship giving the rather-dull base a sense of liveliness and celebration.

Such celebration came in the form of Valentine's Day, a special day celebrated by romantic couples. Though the world has gone to shit, those whom have found a semblance of romance tried their best to appease their loved ones.

Within the Elmo one and only man became the busiest one, Artyom received thoughtful gifts from his loyal fleet of Dolls. From Lenna giving him a box of chocolate caramels, Suomi sending her own bundle of homemade white chocolate, to Makiatto whom made for him a decorative box of filled with toffee. Though initial doubts towards the latter's cooking, it surprisingly came out good, earning a silent nod from the Commander.

Artyom sat at his desk, the moonlight pouring on the windows of the Command Center illuminating the room along with the lights. The tasks for the day having been finished a few minutes ago. His gaze focused on his wristwatch as the hands ticked, as soon as the watch read 9:55 PM, he rose up from his seat and got dressed before departing the room and began his walk across the hallways, but not before grabbing a small chest-like box and tucking it in his pocket.

It wasn't a long trip, having been walked such halls of the Mobile Base a million times his mind felt like fast-forwarding until he has reached his destination. With a swipe of his keycard the metallic door opened with a slow whirr, beyond the doorway the room shone dim with the orange glow of the candle being the only semblance of light.

"Come in, Artyom." Groza called out from the room, the blonde woman having been prepared her own quarters for this vey special night. Complying Artyom stepped inside, seeing the very elaborate decorations put together by his subordinate, whom is sitting patiently for his arrival as she firmly sat on his seat.

Gently pulling the chair from the table, Artyom sat down and gazing up at Groza's elegant attire. She wore the red dress the Commander had bought for her in their days in G&K, the fabric still having not seen any damage or discoloration over the years in her possession. Seeing her by the candlelight never got old, no matter what.

On the table sat a plethora of dishes that Groza cooked up for dinner, from appetizers to the main course all the way to the dessert. A gourmet dinner prepared by the Doll for her beloved, all set up between them. The couple grabbed the freshly-stoned utensils before eating.

"So, how was the day?" Groza started the conversation, eating away her portion of her own cooking. Her skill at that particular chore never failed her, evident from Artyom's positive expression.

"Honestly, kind of refreshing... You know... Having our team back together." Artyom replied, commenting about the number of his subordinates onboard the Elmo. The mobile base not having this much people ever.

"Having this much people onboard... It really makes a difference." She responded, their ever-expanding battalion made their days more special than the last.

"Yeah, but having you here... Really made it a lot better." The Commander added, knowing that Groza is his ace in the hole, his companion on his darkest days in exile.

"I get it why you chose me, Artyom, I just... Pity those you left behind." Groza lamented, feeling bad for those who had to be separated.

"I promised I'll get them back should they choose to accept it, my arms are always open for them." Artyom made a vow, one that he had not forgotten all those years ago.

The couple finished with their meals, yet Artyom did not rise up yet from his seat, prompting Groza to do the same.

"You know Groza, you're the one I trust the most. That's why I chose you, I chose you because... You're the one I rely the most to do the right thing." The Commander fidgeted around his pocket before reaching for the small box in his pocket...

And presenting it in front of Groza, opening the box there lied an engagement ring. The dark metal shone with a blue underglow, sitting on its red cushion.

"That's why... Groza, will you accept our covenant?" Artyom engaged to her, finally deciding to seal their bond.

Groza was left stunned, her hands covering the lower part of her face as tears started flowing from her eyes. "Yes... Yes I do, Artyom." The blonde offered up her left hand, with Artyom taking it and inserting the ring slowly on her ring finger...

"Come here." The Commander ordered as he stood up, holding her warm hand, prompting Groza to stand up before Artyom leaned in and kissed her. Their lips crashed gently into one another, mewling with each time their tongues collided. Artyom wrapped his hands around her neck, ramping up the kiss even more.

Until they eventually caught their breaths, exhaling such hot breath making smoke in the air-conditioned room. "Let's take this to the bed, shall we?" He requested.

"Of course, Artyom~" hearing this, the Commander took her by the hand and guided her to her own bed. Sitting on the edge of the mattress Groza already knew what to do as she knelt in front of him, his crotch area in full view. The Doll bit the zipper and pulled it down, then got to undoing his belt until finally she yanked down his pants, his fully-erect cock bopping her nose as it sprung out of it's polyester prison.

"So hard, as always." Groza cooed at the sight of Artyom's shaft. Though she has seen it a million times, the sight of his rigid, veiny cock never got old even after a decade. The Doll teasingly licked the underside of his phallus, her warm tongue combined with her experienced motions elicited groans from the Commander.

Done with lubing his cock up with her hot spit, Groza opened up her lips and took it into her mouth. His thick girth began to be slathered with her dexterous tongue as it moved in circles, her lips sucking on his sensitive tip and her head bobbing up and down, Artyom felt it all. She knew where his weak spots are, and attacked him from there resulting in his low, throaty moans slipping from his lips.

Groza upped her effort more than the usual, probably from the ring on her finger giving her that extra push of confidence. She had a new obligation after all, and that is to satisfy Artyom, to love him through and through. All the while she is sucking on his most precious place. The Doll's will became clear, her free hand going down south onto her own underwear as she began to pleasure herself, feeling the sopping wetness of her lower lips as she jammed two fingers in.

"Goodness me... You feel so good..." Artyom praised his 'wife', her sloppy blowjob never failed to pleasure him even tonight. He placed his hands on her braided hair as he gazed down at his spouse, a gaze predictively returned by the blonde. Groza instinctively went faster, pushing the Commander's cock deeper into her mouth with his tip touching the back of her throat, triggering the Doll's gag reflex.

Artyom reared his head back, his elbows providing leverage as mind-melting bliss came in bursts through his spine, shuddering with each vacuum-packed suck of Groza's mouth keeping his muscles tense. The Doll just felt so good, he forgot that she even is. She was just too human-like that he almost forgot that they are soldiers, but Groza didn't feel like a soldier at that moment, instead she is a wife tending to her husband's needs.

And a need to cum is one of them, as Artyom's pelvis caught an internal flame, so as his groans as it became more audible along with the blowjob that Groza is giving him, the Doll felt his cock twitch in her mouth, causing her to accelerate her movements along with her fingers on her pussy...

"HNGH!!" With a strained groan Artyom released his load onto Groza's mouth, making the Doll gasp as the Commander's thick load came pouring in. Spurts of his spunk landed on her throat, yet his violent climax didn't end there, making Groza pull out and letting Artyom cum on her face, jets of his remaining cum hitting her hair all the way down to her collarbone.

With the last drops dripping down to the floor, Artyom nearly had his back nearly slumped on the mattress. He let out deep breaths, his mind feathery from the aftershocks of his orgasm. All the while Groza greedily swallowed the Commander's thick ejaculate, nearly clogging her esophagus as the slimy matter flowed down.

It didn't take long for Groza to clean her face off of the remaining strings of semen that Artyom had unloaded with the help of a box of tissues just within arm's reach. Though their lust was far from sated, they wanted more, and they wanted it now.

Groza crawled up towards him, feeling her warmth against his as he lied down on the bed with the Doll on top of him. She leaned in for a kiss, one that Artyom reciprocated. Their lips crashed drunkenly as tongue hit tongue, minds becoming elated with such bliss that rendered them light-headed.

The couple parted their lips with an audible pop as a string of saliva kept their lips connected, Groza gripped the waistband of her lacy panties, yanking them down to her legs until it slipped off and landed on the floor. She did not stop there however as her dress also came undone, exposing her nudity to the Commander's gaze, and his alone.

"Your turn, Artyom~" Groza basically told Artyom to strip, a request that he quickly fulfilled, the bed having been surrounded by their shed clothing leaving them both in each other's mercy. Artyom's rugged body hinting at his experience, whether the scars were from his battles in the war, or his other 'battles' in the bedchamber with numerous Dolls. Groza's smooth, light skin radiated under the moonlight, plump breasts with pink nubs and finally her shaved pussy, dripping wet from sheer arousal.

"Put it in..." Groza pleaded, her two fingers spreading her sex open. Juices glistened the surface around her precious place enticing Artyom even further. His lust only said one thing, and that is to fuck his wife, to give her what she needs and to satisfy himself and her. So he grabbed his cock and closed the distance, until the Commander was on top of the Doll whom gazed up at him with such feral lust begging for him to just do it.

And so Artyom pushed in, his dick immediately slathered by her fluids inch by inch, heat permeating towards his shaft with snug tightness. Groza let out a blissful moan, the start of many more as her beloved began rolling his hips eliciting more lascivious sounds out of her throat.

"You're tighter than usual... Hah..." Reacting to this, the Commander went slower than usual, making sure to exploit every one of her weak spots. Groza locked her legs behind him, her possesive nature though rarely witnessed became a scary aspect about her, but it made their lovemaking hotter.

"Harder... Artyom... Ah!..." Groza exclaimed, her hands clinging on her Commander's shoulders as sparks of electrifying pleasure overwhelmed her otherwise logical mind. Underneath that facade of a diligent and responsible leader lies an animal, an animal that only Artyom managed to tame. She craved him, his body, his love, his very being. Now having their vow sealed with a ring, the Doll couldn't be any more happier.

Soon a flame burned in Artyom's crotch, the ticking timebomb that is his orgasm began making the beeping countdown. His cock began to tingle with each roll of his hips, pulsating with each sudden motion. "I'm close... Groza..." He breathed out, his voice husky like an animal in heat.

"Cum... Cum lots for me!... Ahhn!" Groza moaned wildly beneath him, her crossed legs behind Artyom tightened their grip behind his waist. While her hands gripped the Commanders' firmly, she wanted it, to be filled up to the brim by the man she loves, to become his bride.

With a loud, strained groan Artyom came undone. His cock hilted on the entrance of Groza's womb as jets of his cum painted the chamber white and chock-full of his milk. The Commander rode out his orgasm, sluggish yet sudden rolls lf his trembling hips made the Doll moan in pure, unfiltered ecstasy.

Artyom went down on her until his high was eventually came down from cloud nine. The moment he pulled out, a dollop of his baby batter came spilling out of Groza's honeypot, showing just how much he unloaded onto the Doll's pussy.

Groza slumped on the lower part of the bed, her legs spread showing her everything to the Commander, she caught her breath, causing her breasts to heave from each inhale and exhale. "Artyom... The night is still young~"

And so Artyom grabbed his cock, going for round two and beyond that. Their passionate noises echoed the room like a melody, claps of flesh hitting flesh with the loud moaning from the two lovers can only be heard within the four corners of the dormitory.

Eventually the two succumbed to exhaustion, falling into slumber after hours of intense lovemaking. As dawn cracked the next day, the two woke up in each other's arms.

> A FEW WEEKS LATER...

"Mhmm, Groza?" The Commander felt the Doll nudge her fingers on his shoulder as he was gazing upon the holographic map in the Command Center, making him turn his back from the monitor and towards Groza.

"Can we have a talk, Commander? It'll be quick." Groza requested to her superior, checking the surroundings and seeing no other Dolls in the room, Artyom replied with a nod.

"Don't be shocked, but..." The blonde fidgeted around her pocket before she pulled out a long, pink plastic bar...

Showing two lines on the little white screen, the pregnancy test confirmed her to be pregnant. Dolls couldn't conceive human children, yet with newly-developed technology they are now able to. A technology that Groza housed within her body.

"What should we name her, honey?" Groza asked of her husband, wanting him to name their little girl.

"Odessa." The Doll closed the distance before kissing him, joy filled his mind at that moment. Finally, a family he yearned for, years of enduring hell just to get to this moment. No other moment were beyond compare.