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Lyse sat on the couch in her apartment inside Ala Mhigo, a small stack of reports on the side table next to her as she murmured the contents of her current reading to herself, a habit formed to help her actually absorb what she was reading. The evening had already passed her by, the cool air of the late summer night drifting in through the open window. “Commander” was a title that came with a lot of responsibilities - and even more paperwork, and it had once again tracked itself home with her, soaking up what little free time was afforded to a successful revolutionary.
The heavy beechwood door creaked softly on its hinges as it swung open, M’Naago quietly creeping through the doorway before realizing that Lyse was, in fact, still awake. “Oh, you’re still up,” the peachy-haired sunseeker remarked, posture shifting from making any further efforts at stealth after returning from her late-night patrol.
“These reports don’t read themselves, unfortunately,” Lyse bemoaned. “I mean, honestly, what good does knowing about salt export capacity from Loch Seld do me?”
“Mmm, I wouldn’t know,” M’Naago answered, crossing the room to where Lyse was sitting, her full ruck of gear rattling lightly with her as she walked. “That’s why I’m glad they made you Commander, and not me,” she joked, cracking a smile as she leaned over the couch where her superior officer was reclined and greeted Lyse with a light kiss on the lips.
The salty taste of sweat that still clung to the miqo’te’s upper lip filled Lyse’s mouth, a pungent aroma filling her nose as Naago drew close for just the moment, then withdrew. Lyse liked that smell - the earthy, sharp bouquet of scents that clung to the bronze skin of her hard-working Guard Captain after a long day out in the hot Gyr Abanian sun.
She wanted more of it.
She wanted it now.
Lyse looked back down at her report, the letters already starting to sort of swim in front of her as she stopped making an effort to really read them and instead simply stared into the paper, trying her best to retain composure and not jump poor Naago the instant she walked through the door.
M’Naago trundled over to the far side of the room, her back to Lyse as she began unbuckling the many clasps that held equipment to her armor out in the field.
“You had an interesting day, I heard. Ambassadors from the Alliance?” Naago said conversationally, letting a vest with three small pouches on it fall to the ground with a soft flump.
“Oh, yes,” Lyse answered, thoughts distracted. “Horrendously boring, if I’m honest. Hours and hours of talking about supply lines and materiel lending and on and on and on...”
Naago yanked off a sandy brown thighboot, then swapped feet to pull off the other, her thin tail swishing behind her for balance. “Well, I suppose someone has to do it. Can’t really go fighting much of a war without supplies,” she said, shooting a grin over her shoulder as she shrugged off her leather overcoat and threw it down in a pile with her vest.
The light Lyse had been reading by was not bright, but it was enough to see the scintillating reflection of light off the sweat that still slicked Naago’s shoulders and had soaked through the upper edges of her undershirt.
Oh, fuck this, Lyse thought, feeling fire stir between her legs as she set her report on salt exports on top of the rest of the pile and swung herself off the couch. Naago’s ears flicked at the sound of the Commander’s feet touching the stone floor, but if she thought anything of it, she didn’t react, continuing to strip by discarding her dirtied undershirt off into the growing unruly pile of clothes and armor in the corner.
Lyse walked up behind her and wrapped her arms around her soldier’s waist, bringing her fingers to the brass clasp of Naago’s belt and resting her head on the miqo’te’s broad shoulder. “Why don’t I help you with that?” she asked teasingly, playing with the clasp as she brought her thirsty lips to Naago’s sticky neck, tasting her sweat greedily with a trail of nibbling kisses.
Naago shuddered briefly, a gasp of breath escaping her as Lyse’s lips shot levin down her spine. “Aren’t you going to ask how my day was?” she said softly, bringing her own hands down to help with her belt buckle.
“No,” Lyse half-mumbled between kisses that were slowly transforming into bites, her hands whipping off Naago’s belt and tossing it down carelessly with the rest before beginning to explore their way up her muscular body.
“Your meetings were that boring, hm?” Naago teased, craning her neck slightly to the side, opening more space for their partner’s mouth to explore.
“Dreadfully, ” Lyse groaned. “And then you come back like this? I need you, Naago.”
The Commander punctuated her desire with a firm squeeze of Naago’s near-flat chest, playfully brushing her fingertips across the miqo’te’s nipples and eliciting a shudder before withdrawing.
“Take those off,” Lyse said while gesturing vaguely towards Naago’s lower half, pulling a hairtie off her wrist and messily winding her flaxen blonde hair into an unobtrusive bun.
“That an order, sir?” Naago questioned, finishing turning around and taking in the very obvious sight of the growing bulge between her partner’s legs.
“Does it need to be, Captain?” Lyse shot back, eyes giving a pointed glance downwards beneath Naago’s own waistline as she stripped her own baggy pants to a pile on the floor around her ankles.
“I suppose not, sir,” Naago said with a shrug, following suit and leaving her weathered trousers and her smalls behind her with the rest of her discarded kit. Not waiting for Lyse to completely join her in nakedness, Naago gently pushed her into walking backwards into the couch, Lyse impeding her progress by kissing her the whole short trip there. At the last second, Lyse spun the pair around, sending Naago crashing onto her back into the drab cushions.
“Not so fast,” Lyse said with a wolfish grin, bringing herself to straddling her subordinate. “I’m still the one in command around here, which means we get to do what I want. Say ‘yes, sir,’ if you understand.”
Naago’s cock twitched and brushed itself against Lyse’s thigh. She brought her orange eyes to lock with the brilliant blues of her Commander before answering.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good!” Lyse jubilantly declared before sliding herself backwards. “Because what I want, is this,” she said with authority, bringing her head down against Naago’s navel and licking at the sweat that clung to her body. She followed the trail of fuzz and salt downwards, eventually planting her face deep in the damp, unruly patch of untamed fur between the miqo’te’s legs. A few stray strands of Lyse’s hair slipped free of her lazy bun, tickling against Naago’s bared length.
The Commander looked up from her lower position, broad smile on her face. “Gods, Naago. You smell fucking incredible, did you know that?”
The miqo’te blushed, thankful for the low light casting shadows on her face. “I had a hunch,” she managed, trying to keep some semblance of a strong will.
“And the taste!” Lyse gushed. “I could taste you for hours. I might, even,” she said, giving a greedy pass with her tongue right up the side of Naago’s stiff cock, bringing all the briny flavors of a long day in the desert heat into a swirling medley in her mouth.
“Is it alright if I do that, soldier?” Lyse asked, looking up again and making eye contact with Naago.
“You really do never do anything half-assed,” Naago observed with affection in her voice.
“Yes or no, Captain?” Lyse said, playfully testy.
Naago shifted slightly, resting her head comfortably on a small throw pillow. “Yes, sir,” she declared, voice full.
Lyse took her permission and immediately ran with it, taking Naago full her in mouth and running her tongue everywhere should could up and down the miqo’te’s length, her head bobbing rhythmically as her nose repeatedly brushed up against Naago’s rosy bush.
Naago tried her damnedest to hold on. Lyse’s mouth and tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, firing every pleasurable nerve she had and then some. She groaned softly, already feeling a tightness begin to wind itself in her core with each pass up and down. She wasn’t going to last long at this pace - she rarely ever did, with Lyse’s typical ferocity.
Lyse purposely flicked her tongue repeatedly against the underside of the tip of Naago’s cock, causing the miqo’te’s neck to snap backwards in a silent scream as a flood of ecstasy overtook her. The tightness within her wound more and more, spooling itself so tense she felt she was going to rip something apart. Naago grabbed on to Lyse’s bun, which had all but fallen apart in her wild abandon, hanging on for dear life as she began to run out of muscle to wind within her.
“Lyse…oh, gods, Lyse…” she moaned between panted breaths. “Taste your fucking fill, Lyse!!”
Something about this pulled the flaxen-haired commander even further into a frenzy, her pull at Naago’s length becoming so strong that it felt less like greed and more like a hunger; a boundless need to get as much of the miqo’te Captain’s very essence in her as she could.
Naago’s body left fly the spooled tension within her with a guttural yell of release, filling Lyse’s mouth with the intense flavor of salt, softened with an almost sweet finish remaining on the Commander’s palette after she swallowed her prize.
Lyse broke for air, hair mussed beyond all repair and a beaming grin from ear to ear.
Naago gasped heavily, chest heaving as she lay on her back and blinked rapidly, staring into the ceiling.
Lyse soaked in the view for a moment before clambering back up the couch to give the recovering miqo’te a tongued kiss, sharing a taste of the collection of Naago that she had gleaned from her efforts before hopping off in the direction of the nearby cabinet for some water and a glass.
By the time she returned, Naago felt some sense of stability returning to her. “Sometimes,” she said, accepting the offered glass of water from Lyse, “I swear you get a whiff of me and you become a woman possessed.”
“What can I say? You’re intoxicating, sometimes,” Lyse said with a smirk. “But,” she continued, “You’re not done just yet. Drink up! I’ll be right back,” she said, planting a quick nibble on Naago’s neck before bouncing off into the attached bedroom and disappearing from view.
Naago propped herself up and sipped at the water, a light breeze brushing through the window and sending a shiver across her body as the cool air flowed across mixed sweat and trails of spit. From the other room, she could hear the rapid opening and closing of drawers - the sound of Lyse looking for something in their dresser, though exactly what, Naago wasn’t sure. On the fifth try, the drawer stayed open and didn’t shut.
The sounds of Lyse’s comfortable eveningwear being tossed to the ground snuck their way out the open door, barely registering on Naago’s well-trained ears. “Find something interesting in there?” the miqo’te called, half-inquisitive, half-jokingly prodding.
“No!” Lyse quickly responded, a tad overly emphatic and distracted by whatever she had found. “I mean, yes! Don’t come in yet!”
Naago emptied her glass of water in a final large gulp and stood, peeling herself off the couch and beginning to walk towards the bedroom anyway. “Or what, Commander? What mystery could you have unco-”
She stopped mid-sentence as she crossed into the bedroom, stunned by what she beheld. “Twelve above…”
Lyse sat on the edge of their bed, still struggling with the tie of the garter on her left thigh, a set of expensive-looking lingerie in a deep scarlet covering her arms and legs. A matching harness of crimson leather caged her breasts, the V of the construction drawing the eye’s attention to the blonde woman’s better parts.
“I told you not to come in,” Lyse said, forcing an overstated frown as she finalized the tie of the garter on her thigh.
“Don’t recall that being an order, sir,” Naago countered. “Though even if it were, I’m glad I disobeyed. You’re beautiful, Lyse. Where’d you even find this?” she asked, approaching with the sort of reverence one would usually reserve for a holy place.
“I, uh, had it made,” Lyse answered, the compliment seeming to catch her off guard somehow. “I was going to wait for our anniversary, in a few weeks, but you know me and waiting.”
Naago found herself kneeling between Lyse’s slightly spread legs, marveling at the lacework of the stockings. “And I love you for it,” she said, tracing a finger along the seam inside Lyse’s thigh, unshaven stray blonde hairs tickling her fingertips as she went.
Lyse tipped her subordinate’s head to look at her with her index and middle fingers. “ Sir,” she added pointedly, recovering from being set off balance earlier.
Naago’s orange eyes blinked slowly. “And I love you for it, sir,” she said, a soft smile growing across her face.
“I love you, too, Naago,” Lyse said, enmeshing the fingers of her gloved right hand inside the miqo’te’s messy updo and guiding her head further between her toned, lace-covered thighs. “And I think it’s time to give you a taste of just how much.”
Her cock had gone from rest to attention during their exchange, and its prodigious length would be intimidating for some women in Naago’s position. Naago, however, was no such woman. She brought her arms up to rest on top of her Commander’s thighs, hands securing themselves at Lyse’s waist as Naago took her into her mouth. She closed her lips around the tip, letting Lyse set pace with slight pressure at the back of her head driving her down, down, down until her Commander’s length was almost at the back of her throat, a facefull of slightly musky blonde hair surrounding her nose.
Lyse held her there for a moment, or maybe several moments - time tended to slip away at times like these - before relieving the pressure at the back of her head, and allowing her to rise. Naago slowly brought herself up and down, dragging her tongue along the whole of her superior’s cock with every ascension, listening intently as Lyse murmured praise under her breath and tightened her grip against Naago’s hair with each passing.
She moaned deeply as the miqo’te began to add suction to each of her oral strokes, light at first but slowly building with intensity as Lyse’s voice grew ever more quavering above her.
“Don’t stop,” Naago heard her Commander ordering, “don’t you dare stop.”
And so she didn’t. She felt Lyse’s muscles begin to tighten around her, the tension in her grip spreading to her thighs, then her core. Then, with a crescendo of moaned incomplete orders, a further stiffening of her cock in Naago’s mouth as she let herself fall over the edge into blissful oblivion, filling the Captain’s senses with the lingering smell of the day’s sweat clinging to her bush and the sweet tang of cum coating her tongue and flowing down her throat as Lyse held her head down, ensuring every last drop of her love was felt as deeply as she herself experienced it.
As she came down the other side of euphoria, Lyse flopped backwards into the bed, now herself coated in a light sheen of sweat from her work, catching her breath in heaves.
Naago clambered up onto the bed with her, snuggling herself up with her head against Lyse’s shoulder. “I love you,” she whispered, brushing a stray lock of blonde hair out of her partner’s hair.
Lyse threw her head to the side, luckily barely avoiding smacking her chin into Naago’s head. “You certainly know how to show it,” she said, a slightly chuckle escaping her with her breath. “I love you too, Naago.”