Tamsin Beech Ch. 13: Bath

"Oww!"

As the other woman continued to suckle and gently bite her nipple, Tamsin's hands strayed to the back of the North Korean's head, roughly pulling her close. The idea of her enemy feeding on her breast milk was on some level the most disgusting, abhorrent thought she'd ever had. But the experience itself seemed to be anything but.

Closing her eyes, Tamsin dropped a hand between Yeonmi's thighs and rubbed her mound through the threadbare cotton shorts she wore, pressing down with her fingers.

"Deo sege," Yeonmi muttered.

"What?" Tamsin snapped.

"Harder. Are you deaf?" Yeonmi impatiently shoved Tamsin to one side and quickly pulled off her shorts and raised her vest, "if you're going to do it, at least do it properly."

She slumped back on her sleeping bag, thighs apart and knees bent.

"Fuck you," Tamsin snarled, but couldn't help shuffling closer. Despite having given birth only months before, Yeonmi's vulva appeared as neat and perfect as a teenager's. Not that Tamsin had seen many. But she could guess.

As Tamsin licked her lips and mentally prepared herself, Yeonmi grabbed her hair again, "Get on with it!"

Clenching her jaw, Tamsin shoved her fingers deep up inside Yeonmi's wet vagina, plunging and pumping into her hot slippery juices. No finesse or soft, lingering touches. If the North Korean wanted it rough, she was going to get it rough.

Yeonmi screamed out and panted, clutching at Tamsin's head and tugging her hair.

But whether from pain or ecstacy it was impossible to tell. Tamsin no longer cared. Encouraged by the reaction, she probed her fingers deeper, swirling over the secret spot up inside, behind Yeonmi's pelvic bone. Internal muscles tightened around her fingers, squeezing, clenching spasmodically as the other woman whimpered and cursed in her own language.

Tamsin smiled with satisfaction as she drank in the sight of the North Korean's slender body jerking in the throes of her orgasm. No wonder men loved watching a woman cum.

"You ... do ... have some uses."

But Tamsin wasn't finished, "Don't move!"

She crouched down and forced Yeonmi's thighs wider. Her mouth watered with anticipation. Ever since the time with Phoebe, she'd secretly wanted a repeat performance. Sex with another woman. Any woman. But how was she going to broach a subject like that with Leonid? She breathed on Yeonmi's cunt, then leaned forward to examine her clitoris.

In the wake of her orgasm it stood to attention, just begging to be touched. Pink and glistening. Tamsin ran her tongue up the length of Yeonmi's slit, feeling the hard nub quiver on her tongue, "Play with your breasts."

"Why?"

In response, Tamsin seized a few wiry black pubic hairs between her teeth and pulled, "Because I damn well told you to."

"Oww! You English maechunbu!"

"Squeeze your nipples. Roll them between your fingers for me."

Continuing to mutter objections in her own language, Yeonmi nevertheless complied as Tamsin avidly sucked her clitoris and mercilessly plunged three fingers into her.

She looked up to watch. Thrilled to see tiny spurts of the North Korean's own breast milk dribbled over Yeonmi's fingertips and down her ribcage.

Then different warm juices flooded over Tamsin's fingers and lips as Yeonmi screamed and panted through her second orgasm. Without pause, Tamsin shuffled up to straddle Yeonmi's hips as she lay there, still cupping her oozing breasts together - the dusky wet nipples puckered tight. Yeonmi's tongue slid over her lips as she moaned in the glowing aftermath of her orgasm, "You're a ... better fuck than your grandfather."

Tamsin stared down at her, "I had a good teacher," bending to take a hard nipple between her teeth, she bit down and waited for a reaction.

Then bit again ... harder. Yeonmi yelped, then hissed, "Do it again."

"No," Tamsin said firmly. Who did the North Korean bitch think she was to make any kind of demand whatsoever?

"Why not?"

"Because you want me to," Tamsin shifted position, straddling Yeonmi's head and shoulders while she leaned down once again between her thighs. Spreading them wider, the delicious, musky scent of her sex drifted up as Tamsin clamped her mouth down on Yeonmi's clitoris, while slipping her arm beneath to probe her ass.

Yeonmi squirmed as she revelled in the new sensation, "Mmm. Did the traitor Denisovich ... teach you this too?"

Tamsin ignored her, fingers teasing in Yeonmi's juices, spreading them over the rim of her ass and allowing just the tip of her thumb to slip past the tight muscle. Yeonmi squealed, letting loose a string of North Korean profanities.

Tamsin felt her long thermal bottoms being tugged roughly down over her hips. She heard stitching tear, then all of a sudden fingers plunged up inside her. She clamped her muscles desperately around them as they moved, filling her - wanting, needing them deeper, if that were possible.

She'd not thought that Yeonmi would actually return the favour right away but then she hadn't foreseen them both at one another's throats one moment and rolling about on the floor having sex the next. She slowed the movement of her hand, as sensations swirled through her body, her breath catching in her lungs.

Pain in one of her nipples caught her off guard as Yeonmi's nails dug into her breast. Then she whimpered as Yeonmi pushed two fingers in and out faster as she strained her head upwards to taste Tamsin's clitoris.

Tamsin gasped, enjoying the sensations deep inside of her immensely, and plunged her own fingers into Yeonmi as they orgasmed at the same time, their bodies moist with sweat as they quivered. Her inner muscles pulsed, trying to hold the North Korean's fingers inside as long as she could before collapsing beside Yeonmi.

She'd never dreamed sex with a sworn enemy could be so good. Yeonmi panted, her hips still moving as Tamsin wiped her sticky fingers on one of the rumpled sleeping bags.

Yeonmi's hand moved over the swell of her hip sending a tingle down Tamsin's back as she lay all but naked on the dusty floor. Tamsin reached around to tease Yeonmi's nipple and watched it harden again.

A sharp slap on her ass shocked her from her euphoria.

"I'm taking a bath after that. Join me," it wasn't a suggestion. As a member of her country's ruling dynasty, Yeonmi was used to having her orders carried out instantly and without question. Tamsin watched the sway of the North Korean's naked ass make its way through to the Roman bath. She sat up stiffly, guessing that they'd both have bruises by morning. She pulled off the torn remnants of her thermal bottoms, picked up their lantern and eventually followed.

Yeonmi was already in the pool, the green tinged water up to her collarbones. She patted the water in front of her, "Sit here."

"Why? So you can strangle me now you've got your rocks off?"

Yeonmi looked up at her through thin veils of steam rising from the water's surface, "Please."

Tamsin hadn't expected that. The timid young woman Yeonmi had appeared to be back at Fort George had all been an act. She knew that now. So this show of uncharacteristic humility made her hesitate.

Tamsin placed the lantern on a ledge and gingerly lowered herself into the water, moving to sit where the North Korean had indicated. Behind her, Yeonmi wrapped her arms around her and cupped Tamsin's breasts in her warm hands, resting her chin on her shoulder, "In another life, we could be friends you and I."

"What makes you say that?" a little apprehensively Tamsin closed her eyes, only half listening as she leaned back, letting the heat sooth her aching muscles. Yeonmi had her just where she wanted her. A trained assassin but nevertheless a woman with obvious needs. And appetites. She held Tamsin's breasts together, flicking her nail at each of the puckered nipples.

"We are the same. Both unwilling warriors," nimble fingers teased their way up Tamsin's inner thigh, massaging the muscles beneath the water. A touch that was both gentle and soothing and in complete contrast to how Yeonmi had been in the other room.

"I guess we are," Tamsin agreed, "but what else can we do? Things have escalated too far now. Thousands have died on both sides."

Yeonmi's hand slid up to cup her mound, the heel rubbing the groin area while a single digit slid intrusively between Tamsin's lips. Reflexively she squeezed her inner muscles, wanting Yeonmi to reach up inside, deep, with her fingers.

"I know you didn't choose this life. Neither did I. I kidnapped your baby son to weaken you. It's not easy for me to admit this, but ... you are a formidable opponent Tamsin Beech. I had ... no idea you would turn things against me so quickly or so easily."

Praise indeed. Tamsin took a deep breath, "Well if we're being truthful, I have no intention of harming your daughter. I never did. If you want Jag-eun Neugdae back, all you have to do is say the word."

Yeonmi splashed handfuls of water over Tamsin to rinse her, starting at her shoulders, then over her breasts, "I thank you. This war has gone on long enough. I don't agree with what President Zakhvatchikov stood for and I don't agree with what my brother stood for."

"Surely you can assume command of the Baekdusan now," murmured Tamsin. She squirmed around to face Yeonmi and looked her in the eye, "and put a stop to all this."

"It's not as easy as that," Yeonmi replied, "the Russians have a new president who's already assumed command."

Hot lips surrounded Tamsin's nipple and Yeonmi's teeth gently bit down.

"Fuck, woman ... that feels so damned good."

Beneath her, fingers slid over Tamsin's ass cheeks, "I was meaning to ask about your scars," Yeonmi whispered.

"Mmm? Oh, a few near misses. Bullet graze on my shoulder there ..."

The North Korean leaned forward and delicately planted a kiss on Tamsin's scarred shoulder.

"And some crazy ... broke three of my ribs with a claw hammer a while back ..."

Yeonmi gently stroked Tamsin's ribcage as if soothing away the hurt, "What about your arm?"

Tamsin hesitated for a second, "Your brother's ... knife," she answered, wishing to hell that Yeonmi would stop teasing and just get on with whatever it was she was planning to do, "over a year later a-and I still ... can't draw a b-bowstring."

Her cheeks parted as if she was being washed for some ritual. Tender, almost loving touches until ... Yeonmi's finger slipped into her ass, making a wide circle inside. The North Korean kissed Tamsin's scarred arm, "And what of the tattoo on your face?"

Swirls of pleasure crossed over Tamsin's g-spot as another of Yeonmi's fingers slipped into her vagina. It was becoming difficult to concentrate on speaking words in the right order, "Celtic design. To honour ... the Reekies who d-died on Lindisfarne. A-and the others who died wh-when ... the Baekdusan nuked Edinburgh."

Tamsin couldn't take it anymore. Moans erupted from somewhere deep down in her throat as her orgasm swelled and spasmed. But Yeonmi kept at it - rubbing and probing until another orgasm hit, better and more intense than the first. Her hips ground against Yeonmi until her breathing eventually slowed and she regained her composure, "F-fuck!"

"As well as being a formidable adversary, you're also honourable, Tamsin Beech," Yeonmi stated calmly, as she cupped a breast and squeezed, "Zakhvatchikov misjudged you."

Tamsin took Yeonmi's face in her hands, and gazed into her eyes, "Zakhvatchikov didn't even know me. Can you believe that? My own grandfather," the steam rose around them in dense clouds as Tamsin continued to regard Yeonmi. Her flawless skin, deep brown eyes, and arched brows. Kim Napp Gylan's sister was actually quite beautiful, "the resistance have done things over the course of the war that we're not proud of. Me included. Some might call them atrocities. But it's always the victors that get to write the history books."

Her enemy nodded solemnly.

Then she pulled Yeonmi in for a kiss so passionate she surprised even herself. With no hesitation Yeonmi reciprocated, sucking her tongue as they swirled together, still caressing Tamsin's breast.

The snow began to fall more heavily on the steaming pool. Tomorrow they might once more be foes. Destined to fight one another to the death. But for now, for this one night, none of that mattered.

. . .

Phoebe curled her fingertips lazily in the sparse blonde hair on Leonid's broad chest. The night had been incredible. They'd made love, then talked and slept and made love again. Warm sunlight illuminated the whitewashed wall opposite the room's single high window, and from outside came the everyday sounds of Fort George waking to another day. The storms that had swept the Highlands and quite possibly the entire country had passed.

Beside her the Russian slept on, ribcage rising and falling under Phoebe's cheek as she snuggled up against him. Was that due to Finlayson's vodka, she wondered, or his exertions from the previous night? Recalling how he'd been with her made Phoebe all the more jealous of her cousin Tamsin. Leonid's tongue, fingers and cock had taken her to heights she'd never known existed. Again and again. And he hadn't asked for anything in return. Or at least anything she wasn't willing to give.

KNOCK-KNOCK!

The sound of someone hammering at the door jolted Leonid awake. He sat up suddenly, shooting Phoebe a puzzled frown with bleary eyes.

"LEO? YOU UP?" Ross Beech - Tamsin's father, called urgently through the thick wooden door.

"Uh, s-sekundochku!" called Leonid, "just a second."

But Ross continued, "I know you're worried about Tamsin. But, uh ... one of our scouts at Fort Augustus just got in, Leo. We've got a new problem," the door began to swing open, "the Reivers are on the move ..."

Ross Beech stared open-mouthed as he stood in the doorway, catching sight of his niece Phoebe sitting up naked in bed next to Leonid Denisovich.

. . .

Tamsin Beech squinted against the morning sunlight.

Sunlight. It took her a moment for that thought to register. Warm golden beams penetrated the museum floor of the Roman baths from high windows and chinks in the walls, dust motes dancing as some draught disturbed them. The storm had blown itself out in the night. She rolled onto her back and pulled the sleeping bag up to her bare shoulders against the chill morning air, bleary eyed and woozy headed.

What had she done the previous evening to make her feel so stiff and tired? Then she remembered. Yeonmi. What had begun as a vicious fight that would've surely ended with one or both of them dead if it had continued, had ended as a night of passionate lovemaking.

Love your enemy. Could things really be that simple?

They needed to talk. Before they continued their journey to wherever it was Yeonmi was taking them, they needed to talk. The entire situation - the Baekdusan, the nuclear weapons - it could all be resolved with no need for further bloodshed. Tamsin levered herself up onto her elbows and peered across at where the North Korean had made her bed.

The corner was empty. Tamsin was quite alone.

"SHIT!" Tamsin clambered naked out of her sleeping bag and hurriedly dressed. Had it all been more of Yeonmi's deviousness? Or had what they'd shared actually meant something?

The North Korean had left at some point during the night. She'd taken her own rucksack, food and weapons but thankfully left Tamsin's.

She wondered if she'd be able to track her. The entire city lay under a fresh blanket of snow, so surely Yeonmi would have left a trail. North to rescue Jag-eun Neugdae? Or south to rendezvous with the Baekdusan?

Tamsin hastily threw her things into her rucksack and checked her weapons. Then with one last wistful glance through the cracked double doors leading out into the Roman bath, she turned to leave.

Yeonmi's message was scrawled in charcoal on the wall next to where they'd entered the building ...

'The Baekdusan is moored in Portsmouth. I'm going there. If you want to follow then so be it. Thankyou for what we shared, Tamsin. But if we meet again, I'll kill you. Y."

Portsmouth. Tamsin's heart thudded in her chest as she re-read the message. So the Baekdusan was less than a hundred miles away. But was it the truth? Or another of the North Korean's lies?

There was only one way to find out ...

THE END OF CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Ada Prizrak had been eating dinner with the Coalition's president every evening for over a week. The fact hadn't gone unnoticed by her peers who assumed she was trading sexual favours for preferential treatment and better food. She could see things from their point of view. Nothing in the world came without a cost and she guessed that sooner or later President Volk was going to want something in return.

After spending hours of each evening alone with him, Ada was becoming used to the president's odd ways. He had a tendency to repeat himself. Often. And on the several occasions she'd asked about his consort and personal assistant Ludmila Mudak, he'd quickly changed the subject. In a short space of time she felt she'd become more of a confidante than a bodyguard to him. A friend even. After promising to launch one of the Baekdusan's precious nuclear weapons at Fort George for her, the president had even shown her the missile room.

Buried deep inside the carrier, the tiny control chamber was now off limits to even the ship's commanding officer, Captain Geomi himself. Though Ada suspected it was in fact off limits to all North Koreans when she spotted only Russian Spetsnaz guarding the corridor outside.

"All I have to do is speak a twenty four digit code," Volk had explained, "target coordinates will have already been programmed into each missile up on deck, so that's all there is to it."

Over thirty Topol ICBMs had travelled all the way from North Korea, latched to MZKT-79221 missile transporter trucks lashed securely to the Baekdusan's flight deck above their heads, and hardwired to that one room.

"But you don't actually need to launch any, do you sir?" she'd queried.

Volk had gazed long and hard at her, "Ada. By destroying our fleet, the resistance movement have wounded us grievously. The forces of the Coalition can no longer sustain an occupation of this ... govennyy little country. But if we can't have it ... we'll render it an irradiated wasteland so no-one can have it."

Ada knew that there were some aboard the Baekdusan who considered President Alexei Volk to be quite mad. That the destruction of the Coalition fleet had pushed him over the edge - from merely teetering on the brink of insanity, to crashing headlong into it with open arms.

But who was going to question their commander in chief's seemingly irrational thoughts and decisions. Only a week before he'd declared it treasonous for any member of the Coalition to have red hair - not that any of the Baekdusan's North Korean crew did anyway.

Ada had gazed at the banks of blank monitors and stacked computer drives in the missile room. Somewhere in there were details of all Volk's intended targets. She wondered if there was anyone she knew left alive at any of them.

. . .

Beyond the walls of the deserted naval base, the city of Portsmouth - or Pompey as it had once been known, was a warren of collapsed buildings, mud filled meteorite craters and rubble strewn streets. Ada still had duties to perform and volunteered to go on scavenging expeditions at every opportunity just to get away from the whispers, the suspicious looks and the overall stifling confinement of the North Koreans' damaged aircraft carrier.

Alongside where the one hundred thousand tonne Baekdusan had been moored to undergo repairs, there had once been an ancient wooden sailing ship - according to literature Volk had shown her. The HMS Victory had fought in a battle she'd never heard of in a war she'd never heard of. But to honour its crew, it had been restored to its former glory in a small drydock and opened up to tourists.