Sunset ^beta

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A dull thud sounds behind Ambessa as she enters Caitlyn's room. Taking in the cool quiet of the large, empty space where Caitlyn was standing—a lone figure in front of her mirror.

Startled from her preparations for the talk she is to give the council this evening—nerves far too plainly getting the better of her.

'General! I didn't expect to see you so soon before the meeting,' Caitlyn said, a look of consternation at the unexpected interruption.

'I thought it wise to visit you before your first big speech,' dismissing her concern.

Striding towards the girl, Ambessa takes in her demeanour as she comes to rest behind her; she's standing to attention with every muscle tensed and waiting—looking not to dissimilarly to a prey animal that's noticed it's about to become someone's dinner a moment too late—those big eyes holding a weariness written all too plainly on her face.

Caitlyn loses her nerve under Ambessa's gaze, giving into the foolish habit of fidgeting with the hem of her sleeves. A childish habit that appears to have become worse since her mother's death.

Reaching out to grasp Caitlyn's tense shoulder—her bones feel as fragile as a bird's under Ambessa's hand.

'You are strong Caitlyn, but you cannot continue with childish habits that will only serve to make you look weak in the face of your foes. But, you have improved quickly in many areas, and I'm sure this one will not be any different.'

Leaning down to speak quietly in Caitlyn's ear, hot breath ghosting across her neck, not missing the shiver that runs through her whole body at the proximity, unable to meet her eye any longer.

'You must have control over your emotions. You betray every thought before you can think it.'

Ambessa's other hand comes to rest upon Caitlyn's hip, gently encouraging her to lean back into Ambessa's body.

'You are too easy to read, Caitlyn.'

'I don't know what you mean—' Cutting herself off as Ambessa's hand moves off Caitlyn's shoulder and down the arm held straight at her side, brushing the side of her breast as she does, watching for Caitlyn's face to betray her once more.

Letting out a quiet huff of laughter as her point is so quickly proven, Ambessa wraps her arm around Caitlyn's front.

One hand coming up to rest at the base of Caitlyn's throat—its span easily big enough to encompass her entire neck if she wanted—warning Caitlyn to keep her back straight and eyes forward.

Delighting in Caitlyn's skin twitching under her, Ambessa slowly draws a nail along Caitlyn's pale clavicle, leaving a tantalising pink trail its wake.

Ambessa's other hand works itself into Caitlyn's trousers. Smirking to herself at the wetness she finds, giving her two perfunctory rubs over her clit before moving down to her entrance.

'Ambessa, I really don't think this is—' Caitlyn starts before Ambessa enters her, feeling the tight stretch around her fingers as Caitlyn's words are cut off.

The grip of Caitlyn's walls around her fingers, how they fluttered around her alone would betray how much Caitlyn wants this.

Giving Caitlyn a few moments to adjust, Ambessa lightly squeezes Caitlyn's throat to remind her where she is, Caitlyn's expression dropping to match Ambessa's own sternness

'See, that isn't so difficult now, is it?' Ambessa goads, resuming a languid rhythm with her fingers, only letting them briefly brush over the spots she knows Caitlyn is longing for.

Ambessa takes this time to observe Caitlyn's reflection, to see exactly how this is affecting her—a flush rising up her neck, warming her normally unusually cold skin, her hips shifting minutely in time with Ambessa's fingers. It's so easy to tell exactly where she needed to push to get Caitlyn to do what she wants.

What push will make Caitlyn lose her poise—a change in rhythm, tightening the hand at her throat, how her face reacts to these small changes. Always an excellent student, the effort she was putting in to follow Ambessa's commands.

Getting closer to her end now, her hips moving faster, trying to encourage Ambessa to change the pace she's set, tiny whimpers leaving her throat, yet her face remaining impressively stoic, only minor expressions giving away her inner turmoil.

'You are not to come before I say. Is that understood, Commander?' Ambessa growls in her ear, tightening the grip on her throat to accentuate her threat. Wanting to see how far she is able to push the girl.

The struggle on Caitlyn's face to keep herself together for as long as she's asked, but still, she receives a small, sharp nod in reply.

Adding a third finger, a part of Ambessa hopes it will break Caitlyn's resolve, but she takes it well. Barely a flash of change across on her face, however her breathing becomes more desperate and she clenches her fists even harder. She won't last for much longer

Knowing she won't last for much longer, Ambessa takes pity on the girl and finally brushes her thumb over her clit.

It feels like the world takes a breath in the moment of stillness before Caitlyn's orgasm crashes around her. A flood of emotions cross her face as relief turns to worry to embarrassment.

The strong grip around Ambessa's fingers is intoxicating. Wanting to push Caitlyn further, Ambessa does not relent.

The pulse of Caitlyn's heartbeat flows between her neck and her cunt, unable to hold back her whines and pleads nor meet Ambessa's knowing gaze.

'Not as easy as you first thought, is it?' Her whole hand now encircling Caitlyn's throat, bringing her head back up to meet Ambessa's eyes in the mirror.

There's a hitch in her breath as she nears again, her whole body taught along Ambessa's front as she fights to keep hold of herself before the waves of her orgasm crash over her. Sagging against Ambessa until it subsides. Her pulse fluttering unevenly against the hand resting at her neck.

Slowing down her strokes, Ambessa takes one final chance to give Caitlyn a once-over in the mirror, still barely a hair out of place, though a change of clothes will likely be in order, and she is a surprisingly heavy weight in Ambessa's arms.

Once she seems through the most of it, Ambessa retrieves her hand from Caitlyn's sodden underwear, holding the fingers up for Caitlyn to clean off before Ambessa releases her.

Not one to hang around for long, and not wanting to give Caitlyn the false hope of a warm embrace, Ambessa makes to leave the room. Pausing only at the door for one final moment, knowing how far a simple acknowledgement could go with Caitlyn.

'You did well, Caitlyn, but this is something we will need to work further on,' Ambessa promises.