Murmansk was the largest city north of the arctic circle. It sat on the Kola Bay and most of its bulk was located on the eastern inlet. While it didn’t snow all the time, it was cursed with long winters and snow most of the year.
It was snowing right now. A blizzard blew through the city, bringing a new wave of frost and icy cold. Most people were staying indoors. Fortunately, with the advent of technology, it was possible to be perfectly comfortable in the middle of winter.
In an abandoned warehouse located on one of several docks, a group of people were working mindlessly. They stacked massive boxes onto machines that delivered them onto a ship. Despite how large the boxes were, these people had no trouble lifting them up by hand. The only reason they didn’t deliver them into the ship by hand was because this way was more efficient.
They were one of the only groups of people still outside. Anyone else would have found it strange. The temperature was below 0 degrees. These people had been out for hours. They should have been suffering from hypothermia. Yet none of them displayed even the slightest hint of weakness.
One of the men was lifting a box. He was a hulk of a man, standing at an easy even feet, making it quite clear that he wasn’t human. He had just been about to set the box onto a forklift when he was sent stumbling. Blood splattered against the cold ground as the man dropped the box. He didn’t even bother clutching his now missing stump of an arm and instead turned toward where the shot had come from. He opened his mouth to roar, but several more shots tore through him.
His death did not go unnoticed. Everyone else stopped what they were doing and roared as they turned their attention toward the roof of a building, where someone dressed in a smart military uniform continued to pepper the man with gunfire.
“You should pay more attention to your surroundings,” a woman shouted seconds before she raced into their midst from around a warehouse.
The woman was decked from head to toe in a thick military uniform, but there were some modifications to standard uniforms like the sleeve near her bottom where a tail was clearly inside to protect it from the cold and a hat with a place for cat ears to sit comfortably inside. Her face was mostly hidden by her mask, but her golden eyes with slit pupils were clearly visible as she tore into the remaining forces.
She was like a tornado with claws. None of the people around her stood a chance, though not for lack of trying. Everyone attacked. Some brought out melee weapons like swords and axes, and a few even pulled out guns. She dodged the bullets fired at her and met the weapons head on, destroying them with the claws that extended from her gloved hands. Every weapon was sliced apart seconds before she sliced straight through the faces of her enemies.
Despite how she had torn their faces to ribbons, none of her enemies cried out in pain, almost as if they had no feeling. It was disconcerting. She had fought many enemies in her life and all of them felt pain. These guys? Nothing. It was like they weren’t even alive anymore.
With her sniper providing cover fire to prevent her from being completely overwhelmed, the woman finished off each and every enemy. When she finally finished the last one, she tapped on a comm unit on her wrist.
“All enemies eliminated, but stay up there and keep an eye open.”
“Roger that,” he commlink buzzed.
The woman entered the warehouse, keeping her senses alert. She eyed the massive boxes that lined the walls. Going up to the nearest one, she pulled it open--only to leap back when something roared and leapt at her.
“It’s like I thought,” she said to herself as a creature that looked like it had at one point been a beast person. It had the thick fur and ears of a bear beastkin and stood at a towering eight feet. This guy was truly massive. However, his eyes were bloodshot and he was frothing at the mouth. Several patches of fur had fallen off to reveal the pale skin of a corpse.
The beastkin raced toward her with its arms outstretched. There was no thought in its attack, which made it easy to dodge. She sidestepped, then lashed out with her claws, mana flowing through them, extending and sharpening them. The beastkin was sliced in half. Its two halves fell to the floor with meaty thuds.
This would have normally been enough to kill it, though not immediately, but as she watched it try to claw its way toward her, she saw the lower half of its torso bubbling before it turned into hips, then legs. It was regenerating at a speed far faster than even a vampire.
“This is just like those other ones,” she said as though this confirmed something for her.
Before the beastkin could regenerate completely, she crushed its head. It twitched a few times before going still.
She traveled up the stairs and went over to a computer. She inserted a usb with a hacking protocol that quickly went to work on the computer and granted her access. Sadly, there was no information on the computer. After that, she checked warehouse security cameras. Recordings flew past at breakneck speed, but she only blinked as she took in everything, only stopping once she found something.
What appeared in her field of vision was a man who looked somewhat familiar… but there were too many differences for him to be the man she was thinking of. He was also living it up with her best friend on Academy Island. He was also a very upstanding young man. There was no way he’d be here, working on an illegal operation.
“But if that’s not Anthony, then who is it?” asked Sasha to the air.
Just then, her comms buzzed.
“Yes?”
“Your father is calling you back home.”
What? Why?”
“He wants you to greet a guest who is arriving in Russia tomorrow.”
“Me? Really? He remembered what happened the last time I was asked to greet someone, right?”
The last time, she had greeted some aristocrat who had mouthed off to her, calling her a brute. She had responded by breaking every bone in his legs and sending him back home in a box.
“He says you’ll be interested in greeting the guests who are arriving.”
As she listened to the speaker, a smile slowly spread across her face. Oh, this was going to be fun.
***
“Anthony. Anthony. You need to wake up.”
Anthony’s eyes fluttered open as Alice Synthesis’s voice floated through his bedroom. He tried to sit up, but was unable to when he realized something was pinning him to the bed. Looking down revealed Trinity. The woman was bare as the day she’d been born and clinging to him like a koala. Her arms were wrapped around his chest and she had hooked her legs around his waist.
“Anthony, get out of bed. We’re in Russian airspace and preparing to land,” Alice Synthesis said again.
“I’m up. I’m up,” Anthony grumbled. He shook Trinity awake. “Come on, Trinity. Time to get up.”
Trinity blinked an eye open, then shut it. “I’ll get up if you make it pleasant.”
Anthony sighed, then stood straight up. Trinity was wrapped around him, so she came with him.
“It’s cold. Go back into the blanket,” Trinity said.
Anthony ignored her. He stepped off the bed and onto the floor, then shifted the woman until his hard erection was sandwiched between her thighs--though it was only there long enough to insert himself inside of her.
“Hmmm…” Trinity hummed as he continued walking. Her legs tightened around him. “Shouldn’t you be getting dressed?”
“You want me to make your wakeup pleasurable, right?” Anthony whispered back. He jerked his hips, and she gasped again. At the same time, he went through his wardrobe to see what he should wear. Russia was cold so… did he have anything made to withstand the cold?
“Mmmm. This is nice… I’ve never been fucked while someone was getting dressed,” Trinity admitted. “How are you going to get dressed?”
Anthony paused as he found a thick pair of pants, long-sleeved shirt, and a jacket that looked formfitting but featured a self-regulating temperature system. It was designed to look sleek but was more than capable of keeping someone warm in the middle of a winter wasteland.
“You’re obviously going to get off once I’m done with you,” he said, tossing his clothes onto the floor before pinning Trinity between him and the wall and hammering into her.
“Fuck! You really know how to go hard!” Trinity clung to him, clawing at his back as he thrust his hips like a jackhammer. He was not gentle. HIs goal was to bring her to orgasm as fast as humanly possible. He wondered if he could reach her womb with how hard he was pounding into her.
Trinity’s entire body shuddered as her lady juices drenched his length and hips, but she didn’t slump, continuing to cling to him, forcing him to bring her to several more orgasms as he made his way to the bathroom. He was going to need a shower before he could actually get dressed now.
***
“You two are late,” Secilia said as she stood with the others.
Everyone was dressed for winter. Their clothing was thick and dust gray. Secilia looked like what a cosplayer thought a Russian military officer looked like.
“Why are you wearing that fur cap?” asked Anthony.
“Because it’s cute,” Secilia answered immediately. “And it’s called an ushanka.”
Everyone else wore what he thought of as normal winter clothes. Marianne was looking quite cute in her long coat and pants. Brianna’s clothing was… well, it was like a winter version of her Custodes Daemonium winter suit. Trinity wore something similar, though she had thrown a long coat over it.
“Are we ready?” he asked everyone.
“We’ve been ready. We were waiting for you two.” Secilia raised an eyebrow. “Were you two so busy fucking that you couldn’t even get out of bed on time?”
“I plead the fifth,” Anthony said as he moved to the door. “All right, let’s do this.”
“We were fucking pretty hard,” Trinity answered Secilia.
Anthony ignored them as he opened the door and immediately regretted it when a blast of cold weather slammed into him. Icy particles struck his face, making him wonder if he maybe should have found a mask to wear as well. His cap wasn’t going to be enough protection from this. However, it was too late. There were already people waiting for them.
He walked down the stairs--
“HYYYAAAA!”
--and was forced to block a kick from one of the people present. She had been at the head of this procession, and her roundhouse kick nearly took his head off. Anthony was just able to get his arms up to block. Even then, it felt like his bones had snapped like twigs under her assault.
“Sasha,” he grunted. “Hello to you too. Do you greet everyone with a kick like this?”
“Only the people I know who can withstand it,” Sasha removed her mask and grinned at him, but then her gaze shifted behind him and her eyes lit up.”MARY!”
Marianne had just stepped off the stairway when Sasha blew past Anthony and swept her into a hug. The poor woman was lifted clean off her feet as Sasha swung her around and smothered her with her bosom.
“Sasha… good… to see you…” Marianne said, gasping.
“So Mary gets a hug, but I get a kick?” Anthony asked of no one with a sigh.
“At least you got something. I feel like chopped liver,” Secilia muttered.
Trinity watched Sasha swing the smaller Marianne around like she was a ragdoll. “This is the first time I have been ignored in favor of someone else. It is rather refreshing.”
Sasha, having her fill of Marianne, set the woman down, spun around, and grinned at everyone.
“Welcome, comrades, to the great Mother Russia.”