To Save a Life
Copyright© 2022 by Mustang
Chapter 4
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 4 - A wounded soldier separated from his Regiment, finds aid and comfort with a Dutch family. He spoke very little Dutch, the girl spoke no English.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Romantic Fiction Military War Sharing Incest Group Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Voyeurism Public Sex
Benthe poured iodine over the puncture wounds on my leg and examined the piece of bone. She gently gripped it and moved it side to side. She instructed Boris to hold my leg as she pulled the bone splinter by the longer end.
Lana brought over a bowl of warm water and began to clean off my face and the wound on my head. I was aware of my body being touched, but not to the point of regaining consciousness. Boris went to the cupboard and brought over a large flask.
“Als hij wakker wordt, moet ik hem dronken voeren, zodat het de pijn verlicht.”
“If he wakes up, I’ll have to get him drunk so it eases the pain.” He took out the cork and took a good swig.
“Vier hem later.”
“Celebrate him later.”
Lana tenderly cleaned the dirt and blood from my face and matted hair. “Richard heeft een snee in zijn hoofd. Er lijkt niets gebroken te zijn.”
“Richard has a cut on his head. Nothing seems to be broken.”
“Noem hem, Richard, ben je dat al?”
“Calling him, Richard, already, are you?” Boris teased his daughter.
“Ik wil hem niet de hele tijd meneer Van Den Haven noemen.”
“I don’t want to call him Mister Van Den Haven all the time.”
“Ik verklaar jullie nu man en vrouw.”
“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
“Papa, stop met me te plagen!”
“Papa, quit teasing me!” She smiled shyly, looking at me.
Benthe cleaned my wound, then threading the needle, began to sew up my leg and head wound. She dabbed iodine on the stitches then bandaged my leg. While her parents wrapped the bloody sheet, to later burn, Lana lifted the blanket to look again at my bare cock. Boris owns only three pairs of pants and thinking we were close to the same seize, helped Benthe to put a pair on me. She went to my head and dabbed iodine on my wound, wrapping a bandage around it.
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