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As soon as Amiya is out your office door for lunch break, your faithful bodyguard moves to lock it. Her fingers dexterously dance over the keypad, the chime and the click of the door’s bolts closing tight signaling her intention. Gravel smiles as she walks slowly back to your desk, her shapely hips swaying with each click of her heels against the cold floor.
“Doctor.” She coos sweetly as you push your chair back, giving her room to take her place on your lap. She slides into her seat, flush against you like she were made for it.
“Senomy.” You answer with a smile. When it’s only the two of your together, she wasn’t Gravel anymore. The moment her name tickles her ears, she melts into you more, humming a happy note.
Senomy looks back at you, batting those lush eyelashes of hers. You kiss her cheek and she cranes her neck more so that she can take your lips. At first it is just a gentle peck, but you know that it is never just a peck. Senomy suckles on your bottom lip, trying to taste more of you each time your lips press deeper.
She takes your hands into her own and you can feel the calluses she has. From years of holding weapons for others, and you know that it was for far longer than her file said. Your hands are guided to her breastplate before she lets you go. Her chocolate-tinted eyes watch you intently, her smile bright and mischievous, waiting to see what you do.
You trace the shape, knowing that beneath the armored shell, her soft, supple breasts awaited. She shivers when your fingers glide over her collarbone and her soft-but-toned rear shifts against your lap as she leans forward a little bit, letting you reach the clasps that held the little bit of armor in place.
Not unlike a bra, you muse as the small plate falls into Senomy’s waiting hands. What she does with it after, you don’t care as you instantly take handfuls of her soft mounds. Her leotard resists your ministrations, but you persevere, determined to massage them after they had been trapped for so long. Nowhere near the silken softness of Senomy’s skin against yours, but she mewls to your efforts regardless. You cup them lovingly, you give them a squeeze, but you know what makes her shiver with delight. The exact position of her peaks are given away as they stiffen beneath your palms, and you brush your fingers over where they hide.
“You found them!” She giggles breathily, “I was hoping that you needed a little help.” Her voice turns playfully pouty as she lifts her arms slightly, letting your hands slip under them and to her leotard’s seam. You slide under that as well, once again take handfuls of her, scooping up her softness, feeling the tickle of her nipples as they trace against the palm of your hand. Senomy hums in delight, up until the very moment that you give those stiff little nubs a gentle pinch.
She squeaks, jumping in your lap before melting into you again. The first of her switches flipped as she reaches back and strokes your cheek. A quiet moan, a wordless request to you. She wants you to flip her second one, to take the safety off of her.
You take Senomy’s lips greedily this time, your tongues dancing together. She hums in delight when she captures yours and pins it in your mouth, wiggling her hips at the rise she undoubtedly feels pressing against her rear.
Entertaining for her, the slightest bit uncomfortable for you as your extremity throbs for release from its prison. You buck your hips gently and she reluctantly stands, relieving that pressure that strained against your pants. Her jacket drops to the floor, kicked to the side next to her breastplate. You reach out and stroke the back of her toned legs, tracing from the hem of her thigh-highs up the silky-smooth curve, gently flicking the tip of your finger off of her rear. She smiles, sensing your wordless appreciation.
“Bend over, Senomy.” You command, and her eyes light up. She obliges, making a show of shifting her hips as she did so, her tail gently swishing this-way-and-that, waving for you to come and further sample her goods.
She quivers in anticipation as you stand behind her, gently bending her completely over the desk and having her thrust that perfectly toned peach-of-a-rear right against the bulge in your pants.
You know what she wants you to do: to just yank her leotard to the side and mount her- take her savagely. Claim her.
It was all she knew, what she thought intimacy looked like. When you and Senomy had first given in to the lust of each other, it was that way. And the second time… and the third, the fourth, the fifth...
But not today. No, not today.
Today you wanted to show her something more.
“Doctor… Oh! Doctor~” Her sultry moan turns into a giggle of surprise as you use a knee to forcibly spread her legs. Senomy leans further against the desk, on her elbows now as she looks back at you with with eyes wide and eager.
Her breathing grows heavy, and you know beneath that pure white leotard of hers, she was anything but pure. She reaches back to pull it aside, but you stop her, gently guiding her hands back to the desk. Confusion, a slight hint of worry, but she trusts you implicitly.
Your fingers dance on the nape of Senomy’s neck, causing her to let out a quiet, contented sigh. You trace the arch of her back, your finger gliding across the coarse, water-proof fabric of her leotard, all the way down to the tuft of her tail. The touch makes her twitch, makes her mewl, and she tries to close her legs again to protest the teasing, but you don’t let her.
She knows violence and pain. To the girl known as Senomy, her time before Kazimierz had her accustomed to it. But love? Gentle caring?
It was unfamiliar, scary.
When she was being taken, she at least knew that something of her was pleasing. That something of her was desired, even in the most primal, bestial way. That she couldn’t screw it up if she just gave into it.
But being teased, being toyed with… it must play havoc with her heart to be so uncertain. To be unsure if she were about to be rewarded, or tossed away.
“Senomy.” You whisper her name, and she whimpers more. Her breathing is quick now, no doubt reflecting the beating of her heart and the flush on her face. Her bottom lip juts that slightest bit, plump and waiting, an invitation that you can’t ignore. You lean over her, tracing her demure jawline as you gently guide her lips to yours. You fell for her bait.
She kisses back, eager. Ravenously eager. You may be the one holding her for the kiss, but she is the one driving her tongue to twist with yours. She is the one panting and mewling into your mouth, trying to wrest control. Trying to drive you over the edge she had fallen off long ago.
Senomy grinds against the bulge in your pants once again, rubbing her heat against yours. You pull away, leaving her whimpering and yearning for your warmth, but your fingers dance against the crotch of her leotard, pressing between her legs before she can protest further. You feel for her folds that lay beneath the skin-tight fabric, you feel the dampness and burning heat there.
“Doctor… Please~” Senomy pleads, giving her rear a shake, trying to entice you to give in to that base desire. You know that she’s used to the rough ways, the savage, frenetic ways, but you have never seen her so desperate like this. Her tail dances against your forearm as you gently pull the crotch of her one piece aside and gently- ever so gently, slide a finger into her honeypot.
The heat of her wraps around your digit before you’ve even pressed into the mouth of her entrance, and you pull it back, a trail of glistening sweetness drips from the seal you had broken.
It’s the most wet she’s ever been.
Senomy mewls as your finger returns, sliding up and down between her lower lips, smearing more and more of her nectar, stirring her up. You give her precious button gentle circles, making sure that it glistens and shines just as those lithe but athletic legs of hers quiver ever so slightly.
“Doctor~” she moans one last time, a vain attempt to have you just have at her, but torturing your beloved bodyguard in such a way… seeing the stalwart Gravel starting to quake at the most gentle touches lights a fire that burns more passionately than any frenetic fucking session with her could ever do.
You get on your knees, and before Senomy could realize what you were doing, you bury yourself into her honeypot. She yelps in surprise, her legs instinctively trying to snap shut, but you hold them open with every ounce of strength you have. Your tongue dances against her button, dragging up through her precious lips, before plying her entrance.
And she shivers and gasps. It’s a new sensation for her.
No more words of protest, only the sounds of Senomy… gentle Senomy, as you give her a pleasure she hadn’t anticipated. You can hear her pressing herself against the desk, her hands raking along its surface. When your tongue explores her folds, she sighs; when it swirls and teases that fragile pearl, she inhales sharply; when it dives into her to take greedy scoops of her honey, she moans.
“Senomy.” You huskily breath into her, and she quivers. She can hear you unbuckle your pants as you continue to indulge in her sweetness, and you can feel her entrance quake against your mouth as she hears you pants hit the floor. The moment you pull back from your delightful discovery, she has frantically stripped her leotard, once again leaning back over the desk in only her thigh-highs and heels. Her tail twitches with excitement as you stand and take your position behind her, the throbbing of your manhood pressed against the crevice of her shapely butt.
“Say it, Senomy.” You demand, guiding yourself into place. She tries to thrust herself upon you the moment she feels the tip against her most intimate lips, but you dip yourself down before she could ruin it with her impatience, instead gliding across the length of her folds, coating the top of your member with Senomy nectar. She shivers when your tip strikes the pearl that crowns her loving lips.
“Say it.” You press again, rubbing your length against her, coating yourself with every drop of her silken juices.
“Fuck me, Doctor. Pleaaasee~” Senomy begs, looking back at you with those wide, pleading eyes. It makes your heart skip a moment, and she bites her lip as you slide your tip back into position.
“Not that. What you really feel.”
“I love you-YOU!” Senomy half yelps, half moans as you gently push into her the moment she says it. You lean over her once more as you inch further and further into her most intimate place. The heat of her walls as they grip you, so eager to hold on now that she has you.
You are atop her now, close to her ear, brushing your lips against the soft fur of them. The moment you seat yourself fully into her, you whisper, “I love you too, Senomy.”
Senomy constricts, trying to keep you within, but you pull back, the head of your manhood feeling every crease and fold in the depths of your beloved Senomy. You slide forward and gently draw yourself out again, a little faster, a little harder each time. She lets out a moan every time you seat fully into her, building up a steady rhythm of silent drum-strike and sultry note from her lips. She suckles on you when you pull her in for a kiss, and when you break for air, she is rocking her hips in perfect time with yours. Measured and controlled, as if she knows the exact length of you from tip to base.
Your pace grows faster, missing the tempo here and there, threatening that careful balance of loving passion and that wild, reckless need for release. She wants more, she wants you. In her breaths you hear your name, your real name. In her moans you hear her craving, her need for you.
Enough with holding her back, and you are more than ready to give her what she wants now that she understands just how much she means to you. You pull back from your embrace, giving the barcode on her arm a gentle, loving kiss before standing fully over Senomy. A place of dominance, of power over her as you grab onto her hips.
She tightens in anticipation.
And you thrust. You thrust deep into her, using her hips to pull her back onto the base of your cock as you ram your hips forward with a meaty slap.
Senomy’s first sharp cry is always worrying. It sends that protective bit of your heart leaping in fear but the deep, throaty moan right after it is one of euphoria. You know that she wants you to ravage her; no one else could have her anymore. She wants you to carve yourself into her body so that she never forgets.
And so you drive into her, your cock plying her walls, burning in Senomy’s heat as you begin to thrust wildly. You pull at her hips, watching that hypnotizing sight of her ass crashing against your pelvis. The vulgar, wet slapping of her flesh against yours, of the way her pussy clings to you, both trying to shove you out of her with her tightness when you draw back, but also greedily holding you in place when you crash against her womb.
Senomy lets out a moan, raspy and deep, the last of her breath squeezing out the end of it. “Yes…” she pants, “Rut me! Breed me like a chattel!”
She is so eager, so frantic for your touch that she takes your hand and guides it to her chest, right over her heart and onto the milk-chocolate mounds of her breast as she begins to throw her hips back violently. Desperate, eager. You roughly squeeze your handful causing a yelp and a delirious groan. Your roll her nipple between your fingers as you take your fill of her softness. Senomy’s pussy tightens around you even more, and if it weren’t for your frenetic pace, and her overflowing juices dripping to the floor, you would have had a hard time driving into her as you are.
“Senomy.” You growl, feeling the pressure below building, your cock swelling inside of her. She feels it to, her hands desperately grabbing for anything to hold herself steady as the desk violently shakes beneath her.
“D-Doctor!?” Senomy gasps as you grab both her shoulders and roughly push her back down onto the desk, holding her there. You can feel her every writhe, hear her every squeal and it just pushes you faster and harder, building to that great crescendo. Her words become incoherent, your true name cried out amidst the groans and grunts as you thrust up deep into her.
Senomy peaks first, letting out a feral moan as she convulses. Her walls pulse against your cock, pushing you to that euphoric height. The perfect orchestra of Senomy’s body shuddering from orgasm and her voice drowning in the pleasure you gave her pushing you over the edge. You drive forward one final time, a kiss so intimately deep within her that she collapses against the desk.
She is still convulsing when you release everything inside her. Your muscles quake with each virile blast of seed pumping into your Senomy. One blast, two, three- you feel yourself shudder as they taper off, and Senomy lets out a satisfied groan upon feeling your heat within her belly.
You don’t collapse on top of her in exhaustion like you would normally, but instead embrace her from behind while you are still joined so intimately. For a moment, neither of you move, not another sound save the panting and the mismatched thundering of your hearts.
“I love you. Truly I do.” Senomy whispers when she catches her breath again, reaching back and entwining her trembling hand with yours. Once she feels you squeeze hers back, it stops its quivering so much. Steady and sure once more.
You reply with a kiss, as deep as you can, because you know that for Senomy, actions speak louder than words.
Who knows how long you stay connected, but when the time comes for you to pull from her, Senomy lets out a little mewl in protest. She holds a hand against her lower lips, trying to keep your seed from leaking to the floor- for what good that would do, there was plenty of her staining there already. When you point it out, she giggles.
“But I don’t want to lose any precious bit of you. I swore to protect you, and that includes all of you.” Her voice is teasing in that sultry, flirtatious way of hers. Even as you bask in one another’s warm afterglow, eventually the time comes for the mundane, though leave it to Senomy to try and get another round in even as you help her back into her leotard. When you make it clear that there is no time right now for it, she sighs with a smile.
Senomy so dexterously snatches up her breastplate, and you whisper a playful farewell to those pert mounds of hers before she smothers them with padded D32 steel. She giggles, looking back for you help her with your earlier handiwork before she throws on her jacket, all the while carefully checking to make sure no stains from your passionate deeds tipped the other operators off.
She was expected to make her report soon, and you will be needed in the command center shortly for operational shift. That bit of separation had always made her worry before, the hesitation of her leaving your side clearer than the sun’s rise, but now… now she smiles warmly, taking your hand for just a moment to reassure herself before taking a step back from you.
“I’ll go first then. But I’ll see you tonight.” She gives a timid wave, turning on her heel.
Before Senomy slips away into Gravel, you pull her in close, as if trying to make yourselves one again. She fits so perfectly beneath your chin, her soft ears tickling your cheeks when they twitch as you take a deep breath of her. Of her sweat, of the sweet cherry scent of her hair, just enough to paint a parting memory to get you through the shift. She twists in your embrace to face you, her lithe arms wrap tight around you. Perfectly tight... but gentle, natural, as if she were as much a part of you as your own arms were around her.
“I want to protect you too, Senomy.” You say as she slides from your embrace, turning to leave. She looks back at you a moment, her lips wide with a smile that could melt the most cold of hearts.
“You already do.” Senomy replies, holding a hand over her heart, “Thank you for cherishing me.”