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Murati Nakara stretched, leaning back in her chair, fingers rubbing at the bridge of her nose and lifting her reading glasses as she struggled to regain her focus. Her eyes drifted over the lines of text she’d been typing- but found herself at a loss for how to finish the latest sentence of her book. A heavy sigh let loose as she surrendered to her desire to rest for the evening, saving the document and letting the screen dim.
Reflecting on work lately left Murati feeling even more exhausted: she’d been stretched thin, with no sign of any change in the near future. Working with Valya and Tigris on the ideal deployment equipment for the Agni and other Diver squadron tactics, meeting with Euphrates about her progress in psionics, attempting to work on her book, her recent time with the Premier, and her efforts to educate Aatto on Mordecist theory. Even time with Karuniya had been less frequent, with her wife outpouring with excitement over the things she was learning from the body of Arabella- scientific minutia that Murati often found difficult to keep straight. And Karuniya’s research also meant she was rarely in bed with her, napping in her lab whenever possible, leaving Murati sleeping less soundly as well.
It was wearing her down, not to mention leaving her more… pent up. She could feel it in the way her eyelids drooped, in the weight shifting in her chair carried, in the gentle ache all throughout her body. Resting her eyes for a few moments was something she couldn’t afford… but it was difficult to open them, and Murati allowed herself to drift off.
“Ah- my King!”
The outcry was enough for Murati’s eyes to bolt open, twisting and staring at the Loup woman who stood before her, just inside of the door to her and Karuniya’s quarters. She hadn’t heard the door open- a glance and tap at her handheld revealed she’d been resting for- an hour!? Murati shook her head, sitting up hurriedly, her sudden motion making Aatto stand at attention.
“…I’ve told you dozens of times not to call me that.”
“I’m sorry, Mur-Lieutenant! It comes out so naturally when I see you! And may I say yet again that you look handsome in glasses!” Aatto Jarvi-Stormyweather spoke, keeping a level tone and saluting through her short ‘apology.’
“Ugh. Whatever.”
Murati took her glasses off, tucking them into the pocket of her uniform and giving Aatto a once over. The fluffy, curvy woman was looking up at her with that characteristic… adoration. When Murati was in a less accepting mood, she uncharitably tended to call it ‘lust’. But at the moment she was too tired to truly be annoyed, even as she questioned her adjutant’s intent.
“What brings you to my room anyway, Aatto? There’s not a chance you could’ve finished the books I’ve given you, and I asked not to be disturbed while I wrote.”
Aatto looked suitably chastised, stumbling over her words as she let her composure slip.
“Um, my ki- ah, Lieutenant! I believed… you would need my assistance. When we were reviewing earlier, I noticed how exhausted you seemed. I wouldn’t be a good adjutant if I didn’t take the opportunity to care for my master’s needs.”
Murati didn’t even bother to correct her misuse of that title again, allowing herself to slump back into her seat, letting her posture slacken.
“I don’t care, Aatto. The only thing I need is a good night’s sleep. You should take a chance to rest yourself- I’m going to need your assistance tomorrow to pull the Diver pilots together and organize the data we’ve been collecting on thei-”
Murati trailed off, noticing Aatto ignoring her command, stepping behind Murati’s sitting position and then actually moving close enough to rest her hands upon her shoulders. Physical contact with her was something Aatto openly hungered for and savored, visibly shivering whenever their fingers brushed as Murati passed handhelds. But she’d never gone as far as to initiate.
“Jarvi-Stormyweather…” Murati spoke, her tone dangerous, tensing up as she felt the gentle touch of the Loups fingertips drift over her collarbone.
“Master…” Aatto truly drew that one out, savoring the silence and lack of a scolding, “Master… you take too much onto these… strong, supple, attractive… shoulders of yours. I am your adjutant, I am here to carry your burdens, to lessen the load on you. Let me do what you allowed me to defect for, let me prove my use to you.”
Murati’s lips parted to protest, to warn Aatto for going too far, but all she could do was groan at the soft, soothing pleasure of those hands slipping under the buttoned top of her uniform and rubbing into her shoulders. She couldn’t help but give in, arching her back, moving into the touch, only provoking Aatto to continue, to let her hands slowly drift lower, feeling Murati up shamelessly, hungrily.
“Mphm… Aatto.” Her voice didn’t come out as commanding as she’d like, feeling as Aatto shifted, their cheeks nearly brushing, Aatto’s hands continuing to gently, near-reverently, grope her.
“I’ve been paying such close attention to you for weeks, Master. The way you want to grace so many others with your presence is wonderful and inspiring, but at the cost of your own health. It’s noble, it’s beautiful, but it’s taking its toll… All I ask is that you allow me to alleviate these stresses of yours.”
As she spoke, Aatto’s hands continued to touch, fingertips drifting over Murati’s olive skin, ever so tantalizingly circling Murati’s nipples under her sporty underwear. Murati twisted her head, staring into Aatto’s adoring, needy gaze as the younger Loup woman shifted closer, her lips drawing near-
“Ah- Master!”
Murati lifted an arm, grabbing a handful of Aatto’s brown hair and pulled her back, gaze cold as she looked at her adjutant, speaking haltingly as she felt the slight throb between her thighs, the sensation of the Loup’s cool fingers against her skin making her blood run hot.
“Your… ‘efforts’ have brought to my attention that I need to show more… concern for myself… in order to properly fulfill my responsibilities. But you are overstepping your role as an adjutant.”
Aatto’s expression didn’t fall as Murati had expected from being denied a kiss, but rather her pale face grew more flushed, the woman openly panting, her tail wagging rapidly.
“O-of course, Master. I was too presumptuous, please, forgive me- no, punish me, show me how an adjutant should be treated!”
Murati could nearly feel another headache coming on in this moment. It was this utterly submissive way Aatto acted- the way near any command from Murati made it seem as though she got off on it, the slavish praise and dedication. All of it was, on some level, uncomfortable. Murati hadn’t grow completely used to it and didn’t feel she ever would. And yet every day of that voice dripping with desire whispered ‘master’ in her ear it became more difficult to hold that discomfort in her mind. In this moment of weakness, she felt an urge inside of her thrumming to take advantage of her adjutant’s desire to serve.
“Aatto.” One word, spoken with an intensity that made Aatto shudder in Murati’s grip. It was a different tone than her cold, disaffected air- it felt directed, intentional, commanding.
“Th-this is not punishment. Nor a…um, ‘commitment’ from me to be anything more than your commanding officer and teacher. You are fulfilling your role as my adjutant. Which means-” Her grip momentarily tightened, tugging Aatto down to her knees, the Loup easily falling into a kneel before her. “Controlling your…yourself until ordered otherwise.”
Murati’s face was lightly flushed, unable to help from stumbling over her words as Aatto looked up at her, eyes sparkling. This was a position she had never been in- she’d certainly ravished Karuniya on a wide number of occasions, but her wife (thinking about her wife made her feel even more insane) had never been so… obedient, pliable, and lacking anything but a desire to please her. The way even the slightest tilt of her hand made Aatto’s head press against her thigh, the Loup openly savoring even the indirect warmth of her body sending a shiver of mixed feelings up Murati’s body as she slowly let her thighs spread apart.
“A-Aatto. You will not say one. single. word…” Her command slowed and quieted as Aatto attentively turned her gaze upward, the sight of that lovely Loup kneeling obediently between her thighs, ears lifted and attentive, tail flicking gently as she shamelessly met Murati’s gaze, chin gently pressed against the visibly twitching bulge in Murati’s uniform pants.
Murati took a sharp breath in, thumb gently rubbing at the soft base of Aatto’s ears, her other hand tugging slowly and fruitlessly at the hem of her pants- until Aatto shifted, teeth digging into the synthetic material, finally capable of shifting it down. It took one more motion to free Murati’s cock from her underwear, Aatto’s gaze finally breaking from her own.
This gave Murati a moment to breathe, to attempt to regain any sort of composure instead of being slumped back in her chair. On a whim- she flicked the trigger in her mind, the familiar burning ring lighting her pupils red as she cast her eyes on the kneeling Aatto- and winced at the sight. There was a near blinding amount of white around Aatto (even more than usual) but it was paired with a dark, flowing red… Aatto’s passions and desire made so clearly visible it sent Murati’s heart beating even faster, cock twitching inches away from the soft lips of the girl who was waiting, obediently silent and awaiting a command from her…Master.
“Pleas-” Murati’s voice came out as an awkward and unsteady croak, quickly clearing her throat as Aatto’s gaze slowly drifted back up to meet hers, “Please, Aatto. Um, f-fulfill your…duties.” She stumbled over even that innuendo, her head spinning as she felt the light breaths of Aatto come closer, hand more actively stroking her ears as she felt the sensation of the Loup’s lips meet the tip of her cock, taking a swift, sharp breath of pleasure, nails digging lightly into the back of Aatto’s ear, provoking the Loup to gently arch her back into the touch, head tilting to press her tongue against the shaft of Murati’s dick.
The sensation of Aatto’s eager, if awkward, licks and kisses drew small shifts and twitches from Murati’s body, grip on Aatto’s hair loosening enough to encourage the Loup to move up, wrapping her lips around the tip of her master’s cock, eyes never leaving Murati’s. The eye contact as Murati felt the gentle pressure of Aatto’s mouth was almost overwhelming- she couldn’t help but look away and heave a breath, even as she let her hips buck up against Aatto’s lips.
Everything about this was uncomfortable- wrong- just idiotic. Murati more than anything wanted to push Aatto away, to try to salvage whatever previous relationship they’d had, to struggle to forget this single moment of infidelity. Even thinking of Karuniya now sent a shudder down her back as another woman bobbed her head on her cock. She often played the service top (and enjoyed it greatly) but this sensation of complete power over another, of Aatto’s overwhelming desire to only be used how she desired… was making her mind slow to a halt.
And she felt that haze only growing more as she reached her limit, audibly groaning out, hips lifting up into Aatto’s eager lips, the Loup never tiring, lips wrapping around her cock, the sensation of her tongue rubbing along her shaft drawing more sounds and shudders out of Murati. Until finally she reached the peak, slumping forward in her chair, hands gripping at Aatto’s hair, fingers scratching at her ears and drawing muffled moans from the dog girl beneath her. Murati’s grip slackened, Aatto finally lifting her head, tongue lolling out, revealing Murati’s cum between her lips before swallowing the slight load.
“Mphmm…. master…” Aatto spoke, her voice unsteady and hazy, only provoking another shudder through Murati’s body at her tone.
“D-don’t…call me that.” Murati managed to gasp out, struggling to get her bearings, shifting her seat away from where Aatto was kneeling, unable to look into her intense gaze at all.
“…Of course, Lieutenant.”
Slowly, Murati forced herself to meet the gaze of Aatto, who was still kneeling, a composed expression and gentle smile on her face. She couldn’t find the confidence to dare look at her aura, struggling to remain composed as she unsteadily tucked her cock back into her pants.
Every thought that had been held back by her… lust, now screamed in her mind. Everything she could potentially beg Aatto to do or ignore felt impossible to voice as she lifted a hand, voice cracking as she failed to compose herself.
“G-get out. Please. Tomorrow…we-we’ll… We’ll talk.”
Aatto smoothly lifted herself from the floor, that soft smile never leaving her face as she slowly walked back out of Murati’s room, the door closing smoothly behind her, leaving nothing but the scent of sex hanging over Murati as she sat in her chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Leaving her Kings room, betraying no trace of expression as Aatto calmly made her way through the inner halls of the Brigand, passing several sailors and officers. As naturally as possible the Loup woman entered an unused conference room, locking the door behind her, her façade breaking as she leaned over the table. Aatto Jarvi-Stormyweather’s grin grew, eyes wide, barely able to contain herself as her shoulders shook, tail wagging strong enough to knock into the chairs at her sides as she gripped the table.
“My King… my King… Please. Continue to take what you deserve in your grasp. Use me… wield me… draw forth what you need of me. H-harder... please, my King.”
Her gasping words continued, frantically pressing a hand into her uniform, slumped over the table, ears flat on her head. Touching herself and letting herself be utterly consumed by her barely restrained fantasies of her master’s future exploits upon her, slumped over a table in an empty conference room, alone, desires given a rare moment to run rampant.
