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Stumbling into the darkened room, with a heavy sigh passing her lips, Gertrude found her way to her bunk, falling into it in a heap without even bothering to remove her blue cadet’s uniform. Lazily shifting her head more comfortably into her pillow, she took a few moments to relax in silence. Today had been yet another day of officer training- and her Master’s efforts continued showing their effects. Instructors who had once marked down every flaw in her and Ingrid’s efforts and looked the other way whenever other cadets beat up on them now stood a bit straighter when the pair entered the room and went out of their way to support them. The respect and increased attention from the other officers set Gertrude’s heart at ease- while Master Norn’s schemes were far bigger than her now, the breathing room her support allowed gave Gertrude the whetstone upon which she could truly carve herself.
That memory of Norn a few months ago, at their initial meeting, still sent a shiver down Gertrude’s spine. She felt, inscribed in her gut where the bruise had long since healed, the fate that would await her if she fell short of the role Norn desired her for in whatever plot she was building up- her unimpressive grades and lackluster social skills all feeling like additional weights upon her very soul. So even with the slack on the eve of her upcoming graduation, she couldn’t let up- pursuing strength and setting loftier and loftier goals alongside Ingrid continued, with both spurring each other to further heights.
Their workouts and efforts were a healing reprieve she appreciated and savored, despite it leaving both her and Ingrid sore and sweaty after poorly thought-out bets of who could last the longest on the treadmills or other equipment. Gertrude felt its effects in more than just her muscles. An electric feeling brimming under her skin she hadn’t felt since the two friends had made their initial pact years ago. Together, she and Ingrid could carve out their own justice.
A soft smile rested on her face as she began to drift off, content to nap until Ingrid returned from the showers to make sure Gertrude had her turn. The familiar crackling of the room’s intercom pulled her sluggishly from this state, however.
“Gertrude Lichtenberg, report to the upper level of the academy’s guest quarters immediately.”
That unusual message woke her up, Gertrude pulling herself up unsteadily, realizing the sweaty and messy state she was in at being called in- she could explain herself, hopefully, but it still set her heart beating. Was this punishment from Brauchitsch and his faction? He would have no reason to avoid calling her to the administrative offices or his personal quarters if he truly wished to harm her and Ingrid. Ingrid! She hadn’t been called on too, which further confused Gertrude. Hurrying through the halls, dimmed for the evening, she made her way up the stairs two at a time until she arrived where she’d been summoned. And caught sight of the familiar red hair of Norn von Fueller’s adjutant, Lady Adelheid van Mueller. A sigh of relief left her as her body relaxed- before the tension came again.
She wasn’t sure what to say as she approached where Adelheid stood, the shorter woman looking bored and uninterested as Gertrude cleared her throat, “Um, hello?”
“Is there anything fun to get up to in this school? A media center or something? Or do you cadets just,” She mimed a dainty sort of swing of the wrist, “hit each other with sticks until one of you passes out?”
“Excuse me?” Gertrude could feel the confusion immediately stifling the adrenaline running through her, struggling to even think of how to respond to that.
Adelheid gave her an uninterested and withering look, straightening up and beginning to walk down the hall, “Never mind. Come on, Norn’s been waiting for you.”
Glancing back and noting how Gertrude was hurriedly (fruitlessly) attempting to bring some amount of order to her messy hair, Adelheid sighed and stopped outside of her and Norn’s quarters, twirling her finger. “Turn around, I’ll fix it for you.”
Gertrude, after a moment’s hesitation, acquiesced, allowing Adelheid to straighten and adjust the thick and short black hair with a pocket comb until it was at least somewhat presentable. “A ponytail would do wonders, you know.” A light pat on the younger woman’s shoulders and she proceeded to open the door, a teasing smile on her face as she practically skipped into Norn’s presence, Gertrude’s much less confident entrance accompanied by stumbling, near incoherent words as the door shut behind her.
“Master Norn! I-I didn’t know, you’re here, and… the gym, I had no time, before-” And it was immediately silenced, with a single hand lifted by Norn von Fueller. The way she locked up nervously, breath catching in Gertrude’s chest- it was almost cute. Adelheid felt that most who ended up at the mercy of Norn were utterly pathetic with their begging and worthless words. But Gertrude had this solemness within her that Adelheid assumed must have interested Norn as well. This feeling that if pushed, Gertrude would stumble and begin running. Or a finger could be pointed, and she would do anything to reach the destination.
“Gertrude, how have the last two months treated you?” Norn asked simply, at complete ease, relaxing in the chair of these private quarters granted to her. Residing aboard the Antenora would have been her first choice, Adelheid knew, but the ostentatiousness of summoning Gertrude to her stronghold so openly would have been too heavy-handed for her lords’ loving touch. So, these private quarters were requisitioned, simply decorated but of good quality for visiting nobles and officers to Heitzing Officer Cadet School.
She wasn’t treating this formally- with Gertrude being under her wing, there was no need for such symbols of status or portrayals of strength. Gertrude had already directly felt that strength. Norn’s Fueller insignia emblazoned coat was neatly resting upon the back of the chair, with her simple biological fibers worn with her lord’s standard lack of care, a half-unbuttoned shirt and tight pants, exposing and hugging her lords form most handsomely in unison. Adelheid’s clothing was kept to her traditional grey uniform- and would continue to be, until some of the marks on her neck and arms faded enough for more revealing dresses to be permissible by Norn again.
“Master.” Gertrude took a moment to compose herself, but there was a clear relief and even joy in the younger woman’s face. “It’s been very well. Many of the instructors have gone out of their way to apologize or make up for their treatment of us. A-and Ingrid’s record has been struck clean! So, she’s doing well- and is very thankful to you, too.” A bit unsteady, but Adelheid was satisfied as she stood at Norn’s side. Norn’s name carried weight- and well it should. If Inquisitor Brauchitsch had been willing to defy even the emperor’s adopted sister? Adelheid couldn’t keep a cruel sort of smile from her face. All he did now was delay his own fate.
Gertrude caught it, the swarthy girls eyebrows knitting together, and Adelheid was able to adjust her expression back to a more composed and innocent look before Norn’s gaze lifted to her. Her unamused expression gave Adelheid the feeling she hadn’t gotten away with much of anything at all, but the thought of having to get through the rest of this check-up without getting ‘punished’ for it brought a cheeky smile back to her face. Gertrude was left standing awkwardly as lord and adjutant met each other’s eyes with an understanding the younger woman was left out of. Adelheid was the one who finally broke contact, a bit of a flush in her cheeks but feeling rather satisfied with herself. Until she felt a familiar hand take hold of her hip, pulled into Norn von Fueller’s lap with practiced ease.
“N-Norn!?”
“Master!?”
Norn left both of their protests unanswered for a few pregnant moments, letting her nails dig into the material of Adelheid’s uniform, her adjutant loyally positioning herself comfortably upon Norn’s leg, heart pounding in her chest. Norn’s hand was practically openly groping at her hip, Gertrude averting her gaze in embarrassment as her master lavished her adjutant with attentions.
“Adelheid, your attitude makes me think you’re treating this like one of our normal meetings with tiresome nobility. Snippy comments or jabs, a teasing expression or two- but we’re all friends here, aren’t we? There’s no need for such things in the company of a beloved protégé.” As she spoke, her other hand found its way to Adelheid’s thigh, Norn’s gaze never leaving Gertrude, the woman fidgeting uncomfortably before the pair.
Adelheid, back arching from the steady, shameless touching, the sensation of fingers brushing and squeezing at her hip and inner thigh, could understand the message loud and clear. Her teasing wouldn’t be punished at a later date- Norn would deal with it right now, with this Junior Petty Officer standing before them, unable to look away or meet either of their gazes.
“Um, is there anything else y-you needed from me, Master Norn?” Gertrude managed to choke out, unwilling to be disrespectful enough to turn away completely but with no idea where to look.
“Yes, there is. Tell me: was Adelheid waiting for you at your dormitory for your return like I asked?”
“Ah.” Gertrude looked momentarily hesitant, but in the face of Norn, she was unable to lie- smart girl. “No, I got an announcement over the intercom and met her at the top of the stairs.”
In Norn’s grasp, Adelheid shuddered at a sudden harsh pinch to her inner thigh, drawing a half-choked whine out of her lips. Norn seemed utterly unperturbed, relaxed and letting her other hand slip up Adelheid’s front, deftly undoing button after button while her adjutant twitched in her grasp.
“N-norn, I-”
“I didn’t ask for you to speak, did I? I was talking to my protégé, who knows better than to disobey me. Gertrude can be good. While my disobedient adjutant… needs to be taught and trained.”
Norn’s composure contrasted how thoroughly Adelheid could feel herself coming undone, breasts spilling from her unbuttoned jacket (alongside visible bites and bruises), a heat rising to her pale cheeks. Her rather revealing swimsuit beneath her uniform, meant for Norn’s eyes only, was slowly unveiled as Norn’s nails trailed the still fresh scratches down her bust.
“M-master,” Gertrude’s voice cracked as she attempted to gain Norn’s attention, a feeble attempt to find an out of this very lurid situation she was bearing witness to.
Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect. “Hm? Ah, I had nearly forgotten. Gertrude, come closer. Relax. As I told my ill-behaved empty-headed adjutant, we’re all friends here.” Norn’s confident orders and gloating demeanor brooking no disagreement as Gertrude took a few unsteady steps to a mere handful of inches apart from the duo in the chair. Nodding in satisfaction, a hand lifting to wrap around Adelheid’s neck, Norn’s other slipped beneath Adelheid’s uniform pants.
Shuddering gasps left her lips, stifled by the gentle squeeze of the strong grasp around her neck, Adelheid’s eyes unfocused and thoughts struggling to cohere in the face of the crashing wave of pleasure and lack of control she felt being played with so freely and easily by her Lord. The sensation of Norn’s practiced fingers beneath her swimsuit, firm and unwavering circles traced over her clit drawing choked and strained moans and involuntary bucking of her hips.
Her eyes unsteadily met Gertrude’s, the swarthy woman’s face flushed and wincing gently at a particularly loud noise from Adelheid. The student and ward to her lord was unable to keep her composure in the face of such shameless lust and sex. Her handsome bearing must not have led to a lot of maidens bedded- perhaps out of loyalty to her princess, or perhaps just due to the lack of women in the academy willing to spend the night with someone on Brauchitsch’s shitlist. Either way, the thought of putting on such a show for another woman, of being so thoroughly at the mercy of Norn’s desires in such a public way- whines reverberated in her chest, writhing as her lord’s fingers strayed inside of Adelheid.
Norn’s expression was out of Adelheid’s view, but she could practically hear the joy at having so easily undone her bratty demeanor, that firm, unwavering choking conveying her lords utter control and ease with which she was making use of Adelheid. She was held in place and rendered completely exposed to Gertrude’s wavering gaze. Despite some amount of effort to keep her eyes from the adjutant’s exposed breasts and tune out the increased intensity of moans spilling from her lips, Gertrude’s gaze was clearly wandering, the younger woman’s expression belying the mix of discomforts filling her body.
Hot under the collar, struggling in any way to maintain some amount of disinterest and stony apathy, the knight-in-training’s mind couldn’t help but stray. It was clear she was tertiary- just a way for Norn to make some point to Adelheid, to impress some perverted superiority in some way Gertrude didn’t understand. But that didn’t change the sight, the scent, the heat of the lust she was face-to-face with. It caused her mind to stray, to thoughts of her princess- of Elena. It had been years, but her face still shone so clearly in her mind. And now- the thought of Elena upon her lap, biological fibers of her dress pushed aside, to tease and grope… and wrap a hand around her throat- Gertrude closed her eyes, struggling to banish these thoughts. But even with her eyes closed, the fraying sounds from Adelheid and the contented, composed hum of Norn’s whispered words filled her ears.
“See, you’re so much more pleasant like this! None of those snide comments, disobeying my orders, or treating our allies poorly. You’ve learned better, haven’t you?”
“Nnnoooornn, please, I’m.. aahhh…”
She could feel the stifling heat through her body, her already sweaty uniform feeling even more unbearable and constricting. With her eyes closed, it was as if she could feel the rapid beating of her heart with a near unbearable intensity. Adelheid’s sounds were getting louder, Gertrude finding that even without a visual on it, the way the woman’s moans waxed and waned gave her a clear image of the motions of Norn’s fingers within her bratty adjutant, every hitch and whine letting her know exactly how Norn’s fingers curled and pressed.
“You can be good for me, can’t you? I know you’ve got it in you. You can tell me how good you’ll be.”
“I’mmmgoood…!”
Eventually those sounds began to reach their peak, Adelheid’s incomprehensible begging reaching a fever pitch as Gertrude dared a glance- given an eyeful of Adelheid’s soft, full breasts being teased and groped by Norn, her Master’s other hand buried within her adjutants’ pants, pumping into her even as Adelheid’s hips lifted to meet them. She felt thankfully forgotten, both absorbed in their own little world as Norn coaxed an orgasm out of Adelheid until the woman went limp in her lap, panting for breath, eyes unfocused and looking past Gertrude.
Norn slipped her hand from Adelheid and her pants, lifting her fingers to her lips as her gaze landed upon the awkward and silent Gertrude. Seemingly in a better mood, she gave an impish grin that still managed to send a shiver down Gertrude’s spine.
“I’ve got something in motion. Be ready to be called upon and do what needs to be done.”
Having dismissed Gertrude, it looked as though she was prepared to lavish more attentions upon her indisposed adjutant, so the officer-in-training took her chance to hurry out the door with a choked goodbye. Taking a breath in the hallway, she spent a moment rubbing her cheeks and running a hand through her hair. The heat in her body felt relaxed by the cool steady air-conditioning of the hall, and upon hearing muffled sounds of renewed moans, she straightened up and returned to her dormitory without hesitation.
Opening the door, she found the room still mostly empty- aside from someone she felt a bolt of fear upon seeing. Ingrid lazed about on Gertrude’s bunk, cadet uniform unbuttoned and revealing Ingrid’s brown skin, still gleaming from her recent shower. Sitting up, tail wagging a bit immediately, she crossed her arms in mock annoyance, “Here I am, so polite to stop by before I have to go to the K9 dorms and remind you to take a shower after your nap, and you decide to go for a walk instead?” She huffed, nose wrinkling a bit as she sniffed the air a bit. It sent a shock of alertness through Gertrude immediately.
This was the thing she was afraid of- Ingrid’s talented senses might give her the wrong idea. Quickly waving her hands to get Ingrid to slide aside, she pulled her folded towel off her bunk. “Sorry, sorry, you took longer than I thought- I went for a bit of a jog. Found some extra energy to burn.” She gave an apologetic, crooked grin that Ingrid seemed to accept, snorting as she laid back on the bed.
“Ugh- you’ve been so fuckin’ motivated ever since that bitch sponsored you. You managed to keep pace with me today in the gym too! And now you’re jogging when I’m fuckin’ wiped? It’s scary what some random imperial woman can get you to do.” Her griping wasn’t serious, her tone lightening as she closed her eyes, laying askew in Gertrude’s bunk and kicking her feet idly.
Despite herself, the swarthy knight couldn’t help but let her eyes drift over Ingrid’s body. Her cadet swimsuit wasn’t too revealing, but the curve of her chest and hips, her sculpted stomach… they all drew Gertrude’s eyes anyway. There was an unusual throb in her own chest, the thought of hands brushing over, squeezing breasts, slipping beneath a swimsuit and touching Ingrid entered her mind. A hand gently extended out instinctively to cup her friend’s cheek before she halted.
This was insane- that was an insane thought, an insane desire that had filled her head, and insane exhaustion to even think about acting on it. Shaking her head, Gertrude turned to leave the room, speaking without looking back at Ingrid, “Thanks for waiting, Ingrid. You should head to your room soon though; I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble once some other officers start getting back from the lounge for the night.” Ingrid’s only response was an uncaring grumble, but Gertrude knew- trusted- that Ingrid knew to not push her luck. She gave a lazy wave goodbye, making her way to the showers before Ingrid thought to take a more focused sniff of the scents lingering on her body.
Under the waves of hot water, alone in the showers, Gertrude slumped against the wall, chin to chest as she processed her day. Minutia of officer duties and proper titles for various forms of nobility all washed together in her mind while the heat, the intensity of the sex between Norn and Adelheid she was treated as a trusted observer for… seemed to occupy more and more of her thoughts. More and more Elena (and Ingrid) came to mind as she looked down upon her own meager chest, her toned thighs as sweat washed away under the spray of water. Of holding her princess in her arms, having her way with her, coaxing that pathetic begging from Elena (or Ingrid?) and savoring it, treasuring the noises and utter power over her. A hand pressing between her legs, fingers brushing over her own clit, Gertrude biting her lip and for a short time, letting her knightly persona fall away, and fantasized about her desires for her eventual reunion with Elena- her motivations reaffirmed through the events of the day, in an entirely new form.
