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Adjust.

A finger slipped beneath the plate, tugging it a centimeter lower.

... No, adjust it again.

Her finger dug at the linking band between the center and side plates, pulling it to the side until the central plate was against her sternum, neat between her breasts.

... Dammit, this armor sometimes...

Rhea sighed, a ripple of frustration running through her nerves and across her black scales as she waited outside her commanding officer's chambers. For twenty minutes she had waited to be called in, spending much of the time adjusting and readjusting her armor such that it did not reveal her pert nipples or barely-concealed labia; and lamenting that out of all the cultures and civilizations she had been transferred to for diplomatic relations, she had been selected for one with a traditional armor one might call...

... questionable.

The ebony Draconid grunted again and shifted the loincloth and thong around, cursing the benefits for being an effective soldier. It meant being considered elite among the culture, chosen to be a member of the royal guard. Ceremonial positions were often the safest options for cultural transfers, and yet this job at least kept her active. It would be perfect were it not for the rules she had to follow.

Another frustrated sigh left her as she pinched at the breastplate string and tugged it again, followed by another grunt as her helmet faceplate fogged up.

"Oh come on!" she groused, quickly taking the headpiece off. With a hard, golden-eyed stare she waited until the condensation passed, then started wiping it with the cloth on her vambrace. "Always a source of bullshit with me, aren't you. There isn't a day I feel less like a soldier and more like a harem girl with this on."

She glanced up, looking at the only other occupant in the chamber, a similarly-adorned guard who stood at attention. Behind the transparent faceplate the male guard was giving here a patient smile. A jolt of alarm surged through her and she rechecked herself, checking to make sure her nipples and mound were properly concealed and sighing when she saw she was fine.

"You're alright," the guard told her. "Your armor is fitted right, it's not showing anything. Even if it weren't, I'm good for now."

She sighed, but nodded. "Small miracles."

"You get used to it," he assured her.

"Do you really?" she replied. She rapped a knuckle against the helmet. "The fans on this thing are so loud because the sound dampener is always on the fritz; the helmet fogs up easy and it gets hot after only a minute of wearing it." Then she gestured to her scandalous-looking torso 'armor.' "The breast plating doesn't conform to my shape well enough; any sudden movement can shift the plating enough if the piece isn't tight enough to dig into my fur. And then this thing..." She flicked the miniscule, almost insignificant thin cloth that "concealed" her slit. "I might as well be wearing nothing at all."

"It'll take a year or so," the guard said fairly. "But you seem to be managing well enough."

"I_have_ to manage- my job hinges on it. Well, that and my skill," she amended with a groan. "Still doesn't get on my nerves nearly every day."

"Is that why you're here?" he asked.

"Boss needs to talk to me about some disciplining," she nodded. "It doesn't sound too bad, but I think I know what it's about."

"What do you think you might have done?" the guard asked. "I think this is only the second time I've seen you here during my shift, and the first time you were here you didn't seem upset or anything."

She stared down at her helmet, and for a few moments she didn't answer- a few moments that seemed to stretch into almost an hour of reflection...

Rhea was used to training alone. As with any other member of the ceremonial guard she had ample amounts of free time to spend at her leisure, though it had been impressed upon her that the more professional she looked while serving as a foreign transfer, the better it would make her homeworld look at the same time. The benefits of getting plenty of respect from those serving under her command was tangible, too- none treated her with any level of disrespect.

Which was good; because while she was used to training alone she still needed a sparring partner. Having the respect of everyone under her command meant it was easy for her to find one.

She backstepped and leaned back, tilting her head to the side and allowing the stun-shaft to pass, bringing her quarterstaff around in a counter. The strike was fast, but her opponent was swift in correcting his position, twisting to the side and catching the blow with the center of his quarterstaff. In the next second they'd struck twice, the training room echoing with the loud cracks of impacting wood; neither found a mark. A short cadence followed with a spear lunge from Rhea, deflected neatly, before they both pulled away.

The officer took in a breath, circling her opponent. The gray-furred Draconid was no pushover in terms of skill, she would gladly admit- though only because she was among the best among the ceremonial guards. She was glad to have caught him at a moment where he could spare at least an hour to spar, where he would normally have had his time off; as far as she was concerned, she needed to keep her skills sharp. The slightly taller Drakonid regarded her carefully, his blue eyes following her form in a clearly studious gaze.

The period between the engagement was a time of analysis, the silent dance in gaining an upper hand, developing a strategy for the next encounter; and in this period, Rhea kept her face stoic. She would not risk even the slightest drop in her facade, if it meant Caligo could figure out what she had in mind. To her, however, his intentions were clear, as he took shallow steps closer to her, trying to coax her towards the limits of the training ring.

_And that's why they haven't promoted you yet,_she thought to herself with a small smile and a sigh.

A half-step in and a dip with her staff, swift enough to be a feint, was all it took to startle him into a premature counter. When the attack did not come he made the mistake of blinking. In the space of that blink she had closed the meager distance between them and attacked, jabbing her staff at his arm.

He reacted too slow, shoving the jab aside only for the point to graze against his pauldron hard enough to shift his balance. A quick twist of her training weapon brought the other end to the back of his knee, taking him off his feet as his knee hit the training mat. His staff thrust out in desperation, hoping to drive her back, but it took only a lean to her right to avoid the jab, her paw snaking out and gripping the end of the shaft, leaving him wide open.

The look on his face changed rapidly as he realized his mistake, and in the next second she found her last mark, throwing her foot out in a solid kick that knocked him onto his back with a gasp as his helmet flew through the air. Before he could even begin to shake off whatever daze she'd put into him, she had her foot on his chestpiece and the point of her staff an inch from his nose.

The gray and white-striped Drakonid groaned, holding up his hands. "I yield!"

Rhea sighed, lowering her weapon and keeping her foot on his chest. "You tried to get clever by attempting to box me in. You'd have done better thinking about it and executing it while up close, instead of trying to shift during a pause."

"How did you even see that?" he asked.

"Experience and positioning," she answered.

"Figures you'd have plenty of both," he sighed. "I wasn't expecting you to grab my shaft like that, I thought that a good thrust would leave you wide open."

There was a pause as his words sank in, Rhea's eyes widening at the exchange of dialogue. Her eyes flicked to his waist, at the belt of his long loincloth; she suppressed the sigh of relief upon seeing that the meager cloth was still enough to hide his sheath and balls behind it, though they were large enough that she could make out the shape with ease. The alarm tore through her as she took her foot off his chest and stepped back to look down, making sure she was not revealing herself. That same relief washed over her as he grunted and got back up without saying a word.

She shook off the scare and offer her hand, hoisting him back up; he did not seem to have picked up on any alternate intent in his words. "Well... don't sweat it too much. You have the fundamentals down perfectly, and your offense-defense cadences are still the best in among the cadets. I might have to consider assigning you to help with training the rest; I'd like for everyone to be up to scratch."

"I'd be glad to help, Lieutenant, as long as you're good with doing some more sparring," he offered with a grin. "Gotta get better somehow, after all."

"Deal," she agreed, picking up his staff and tossing it to him. "Anyway, that's the hour of sparring I wanted. We'd better get cleaned up and back into the hall, there's another delegation coming in tomorrow and we need to go over positioning details." She gestured for him to follow, striding to a nearby hatch.

"Yes ma'am," he agreed, following her to the gear room.

As with any military or guard station Rhea had served in, the locker room was not divided into male, female, or intersex sections; a fact she had to constantly remind herself of when using them in the middle of the day. For once, however, it was late enough in the evening that nobody seemed to be using the locker stalls, no voices to suggest a presence as the pair stepped in and made beelines to their assigned shower/dress stalls, right across from each other.

She drew the curtain back with a sigh, stepping in and concealing herself behind it, then sitting down to peel away her armor pieces. Her ears perked at his voice, having heard her sigh.

"How's the adjustment to our culture?" he asked. "Been getting used to it?"

"Somewhat," she admitted, setting her helmet and armor plates aside on the bench- there wasn't much to take off, after all. "It's new, but I'm enjoying the challenge."

"How about the food?"

"Grub is grub," she shrugged, punching in the shower controls and sighing as comfortably hot water poured over her. "No different here than back in my old unit."

"Not quite what I meant," he said over the sound of running water, as his shower unit activated a few seconds later. "Have you gone out and mingled, I mean? You do get assigned R&R, I'm just wondering if you've used it to check out anyplace outside the political guard posts."

She didn't answer immediately, though she knew that the lack of a ready answer was perhaps answer enough. "I imagine it'd probably be nice," she said after a few telling moments, spent lathering up soap. "But I don't think my superiors back home would appreciate their top soldier transfer 'wasting time' on 'fraternization' or otherwise using their off-hours on anything other than training to be the best."

"Is it really that important to you?" he chuckled. "The guys here say you aren't that hard-nosed."

She smiled at that. "Nah, I admit I've... had my share of fun. But not so much that it gets reported." It was true enough- every soldier had needs, no exceptions, and she'd often have her pick out of many 'gifted' options, though Caligo hadn't been one of the lucky ones. "They expect me not to indulge, but they also expect me to follow the rules and set an example. So as far as wandering out into the city and having fun... not yet."

"Lemme know if you do, couple of us could point you to some decent places," he offered.

"Is that supposed to be...?"

"I'm keeping it as professional as possible," he assured her with what sounded like a smile around his words. "No 'fraternization,' just some soldiers spending some R&R where there's good food and beer, that's all."

"I'll keep it in mind, then," she replied, rinsing herself off.

The rest of the shower period passed without further word, though it did not take long to finish up. It did give her time to reflect on her decision to take up the cultural transfer, resulting in half a year to grow accustomed to the people and etiquette she was now working it. She cast her eyes over to the armor she'd set aside, eyeing it with some discontent; it remained one of the few downsides of the job. Still, the change in scenery and overall pleasantness of her subordinates made it worthwhile. So it was that when she started to don her armor again, after exchanging the sweat-stained clothing pieces, she was in a more comfortable state of mind that adjusting it didn't annoy her as much as it often did.

She stepped out of her locker stall, waiting for Caligo to finish up, using that time to take a seat and start wiping a few smudges off her helmet. When he finally did exit his stall she had only given him a brief look in his direction, working out the dirt and smear with her wrist. It was only when he didn't say anything, strangely quiet, that she looked up and noticed his expression.

It was a cross between surprised and hopeful, mixed with some hesitance, his helmet tucked beneath his arm. "Ah... I thought you said we needed to discuss positioning details. I didn't think..."

She frowned, bewildered by his words. "Yeah? I meant that. If you're ready to get started then we better head out now."

His brow furrowed, head cocking to one side. "Head... out." He shook his head. "Wait, I need some clarification here. What you're saying right now doesn't exactly jive with what you're doing."

Her eyes narrowed, the abrupt change in his behavior beginning to annoy her. "I'm pretty sure I made it clear. What part did you not understand?"

His brow furrowed into an expression of disappointment and hesitance. It took him a few moments to answer, but he finally nodded down to her legs.

The gesture caught her off guard, a moment of annoyance transitioning into following his gaze to whatever the hell he was talking about. It took only a second to look down and see what he was referring to, her eyes going wide. The loincloth segment had draped over her leg, a fold caught in the left thigh-guard of her armor and tugged out of the way; the only bare strip of cloth that would normally have barely concealed her slit.

She looked back up, her jaw clenched anxiously. "Oh... oh fuck."

Caligo folded his arms, still frowning as he got up- and as he did, the meager cloth of his armor proved incapable of hiding his slightly turgid cock, a flushed pink organ, respectably impressive in size; enough of it was visible that the softy, fleshy barbs were distinguishable, as was the prepuce halfway along the shaft. The sight caused her heart to jump in surprise, her cleft almost salivating in reaction; but when he spoke she managed to tear her eyes away and back up at him.

"Meaning what, this time? The fact that you were showing off after that little talk, mixed with the words you were using- I figured it was just some innuendo to lead up into a bit of a fun. Was it not?"

"No, it's not," she said a little too sharply, wrenching the cloth back into place and standing back up. "That was just a mistake, I didn't--"

"It's okay," he interjected with a sigh, holding up his hands; and on his face she could see a mix of frustration and understanding. "I get it, it was a wardrobe malfunction. I'm not gonna lie to your face, I respect you too much- you kinda got my hopes up. After that little talk I felt like you and I could have a lot of fun."

"Maybe," she swallowed, looking away. "But that's not what I'm looking for."

"Fair enough," he nodded. "We'll put this behind us, and I'll just wait for when you are up to it, if ever."

She started to reply but stopped short, ears flicking as they caught the sound of a rustling stall drape. Both she and Caligo looked in its direction, just in time to catch the movement of someone's foot disappearing into one of the stalls at the far end.

Her blood went cold, her curse and sigh quiet. "Fuck... this isn't good..."

"C'mon, let's get out of here," Caligo offered. "It might not be a great sign, but they're not going to hear it from me."

She gave him an appreciative look, getting her helmet back on and leading him out of the locker-room.

With a shake of her head she brought herself out of her reflection, frowning down at her helmet before looking back up at the guard.

"A... rumor might've gotten around," she decided to say. "Best to leave it at that."

He nodded, but before they could say anything else the door to the commander's office swung open, a large, built, blue-furred draconid leaning out to look around. The moment he caught sight of her he treated her to a golden-eyed glare and a rumbling voice, jabbing a claw in her direction.

"You. Get in here."

She winced, slipping her helmet beneath her arm and following him into the room, closing the door behind her. While outside there had been pillars of marble and a floor of polished whitestone and carpet, his office was fairly spartan in appearance, bearing only a weapon rack, a cabinet with his accolades and awards, and a desk that was more utility than it was luxurious. His gesture for her to take a seat was curt enough to signal that this was not to be a comfortable meeting. She obeyed, taking a moment to adjust her armor knowing full well she would need to be still and feign comfortability.

He took a seat behind the desk, peering down at her imperiously as his claws tapped the hardwood surface. "Are you aware of why I called you down here, Lieutenant?" he said in a quiet, rough voice.

She hesitated. "I've... only a suspicion, sir. But I won't insult anyone by pretending that I know for sure."

He folded his arms, his expression still dark. "That's only one way to insult a soldier who serves on our planet," he rumbled. "And while I'd otherwise appreciate your humility, your interaction three days ago with Cadet Caligo did not go unnoticed nor unappreciated."

She swallowed. "The... one in the locker-room, I take it."

"The very same," the commander growled. "It only took three days for this to get to me, and it's causing some very unpleasant waves."

The news that this incident had been ruffling so many feathers prompted her to sit up and clear her throat- she would not sit through this without some defense. "With all due respect, sir- it was an accident that happened with a bit of wardrobe malfunction! I wouldn't have made than mistake if I'd known about it! Even Caligo understood it was just a mistake, he didn't try to press the issue!"

"I'm well-aware of Cadet Argent's side of the story, and I accept your explanation," he cut in. "As it so happens, he and I discussed at length what happened, and while it was down to his decision as to take you up on an offer--"

"But I wasn't offering!"

"You know the rules here," he said firmly, jabbing his claw into the desk. "To reveal oneself to another within our ranks is an invitation to recreational intimacy. I know you find these cultural standards unusual, but for a strong unit bond- especially in the diplomatic guard units- trust and loyalty through those interactions needs to be honored. That means that even as a mistake, you do not turn it down."

She grit her teeth, looking down. "But it wasn't even to them. Why is this such a big deal?"

The commander didn't answer immediately, leaning back in his chair. "I will be honest with you, Lieutenant- if this had remained between you and Argent, then this would not be an issue, even if either of you had told me about it in passing. Given what Argent told me it's clear that trust and loyalty between you two has not been compromised. I'm actually satisfied that he was able to analyze the situation and realize it was a mistake instead of making the assumption, refraining from pushing yourself into it."

His brow furrowed as he brought his fingers together. "But this isn't about the two of you- it's about the rest of the unit passing on this rumor and losing trust in you. If they believe that you will back out of honoring an invitation to sex, they may very well start believing you'll back out of anything. Bear with us culturally, Rhea- it will have negative effects if this continues to circulate."

"I shouldn't have to honor something he wasn't going to put me through just because someone else got the wrong idea," she muttered.

The commander sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his snout. "Your officers back on your homeplanet made sure to give me all the details about your service with your old unit. In the half-year that you've been with us, I've been very pleased with your work, particularly in how you've trained them." He paused looking up at her. "That is why I had essentially printed up the paperwork to have you promoted to Captain."

She froze for a moment, then jerked upright and stared up at him, her indignation now replaced with excitement. "Wait, you... really?" He held up a finger and her excitement stalled, knowing now he had more to say.

"I intend to submit it in a week- if you do your part in clearing up this situation." He gave her a hard stare. "You may think this is unfair, but even if I were to agree, it is still necessary. The guards under your command may not respond well to a captain who is known for having once backed out of a sexual invitation. To ensure this transitions as smoothly as possible, we need to make sure this situation is smoothed out first."

Rhea winced, halfway ready to argue the point- only to sigh in defeat and nod. Even assuming the incident would ever be forgotten, it would be a smudge in the minds of the men and women that could be brought up at any time.

And for a promotion, she was willing to play ball.

"What do I do, then?" she asked.

"Accident or not, this is still between you and Cadet Argent," he pointed out. "It would be pointless for you to service everyone as assurance- they are not a part of this in any way other than having heard about it. If, instead, the situation were explained as an offer made and promised for later, that would suffice. The cadet has assured me he has not discussed the incident with anyone, so it would be best to solve it between the both of you and allow him free reign in anything he would like."

She arched an eyebrow. "Anything?"

"I've no reason to think he'd abuse the situation, but you may as well be prepared for anything, yes," he nodded.

Feeling torn between excited about an upcoming promotion and lamenting that it would require some extra service, the lieutenant gave it a few seconds of thought. Before long she shook her head and shrugged, resigning herself to her punishment. Perhaps he would even make it enjoyable.

"If that's what it takes- I'll get it done tonight."

"... heard she turned him down..."

"... anyone actually talked to them about it?"

"... if she won't even oblige after offering..."

"... didn't seem to have a problem when she let me do it, why is she suddenly..."

Perhaps they thought that since she had her helmet on, she wouldn't be able to hear them over the hum of the interior fans; yet none of them seemed to be perceptive enough to notice the slight fog building beneath the mask itself, denoting that they were inactive. Even with a barrier to muffle their words, they were still clear enough for her to make out bits and pieces of the conversation as she paced up the recreation grounds towards the barracks apartments.

Perhaps it was punishment from fate itself that put Caligo's flat at the farthest end of the grounds, for her to walk past the guards working alongside and under her while they spoke in low voices, hoping she would not catch on. Even with these barbs, however, she reigned in her annoyance and kept her eyes out for the cadet, hoping he hadn't decided to retire to bed early. Her eyes scanned the field and sidewalk, trying to catch his form in a nearby tackling sport, near the tables, or taking a nap under one of the trees.

When she finally found him, it was from nearly colliding with him, gasping in surprise as she nearly toppled over.

"Whoa, sorry, Lieutenant!" he apologized, catching her arm as she let out a sigh of relief; in his other claw was a small music player, a pair of wires running up to each of his ears. "Sorry, had my earbuds on- that's on me for not paying attention."

"Ah... that's fine," she managed to say awkwardly, looking around- their collision had not gone unnoticed. Trying as hard as she could to ignore the dozen or so eyes that were watching them closely, she straightened herself up and cleared her throat. "Are you scheduled to spar with anybody tonight?"

He blinked, then shook his head- this apparently was not what he was expecting her to ask, and it was now she realized that he had not anticipated her coming to look for him. "No, ma'am, so I'm open if you need me for anything. If you were looking to get a training session in, I'd be happy to--"

"I was thinking," she cut in abruptly, "that we should spend the night together."

A few nearby conversations seemed to stop around them, and now Rhea was certain they were being stared at. Caligo, thankfully, seemed to take the abrupt change in discussion in stride, brightening with a small smile. "Oh yeah? Why tonight?"

She'd run the discussion in her head, hopeful that it would be enough to clue the cadet in. "Well, I did make you that offer a few days ago," she mused out loud. "I didn't want to leave you hanging then, so when I told you'd to hold off on it--"

"Well yeah," he interjected with a nod, catching on and flashing her a handsome smile. "I said I was okay with taking you up on it later. If you're free tonight, then I've got a spot in bed you can share."

Nice catch, she thought to herself, though her smile was genuine. "Then let's not waste time, yeah?" She followed him towards the apartments, sparing a glance behind her- no fewer than seven other guards were watching them leave, quickly turning away once they noticed her gazing at them. But while she could not hear their words any longer, they seemed to look relieved.

It's just for tonight, she thought to herself, sighing to keep herself at ease. And it'll probably be a fun night, even.

"So... what changed your mind?" Caligo asked as he closed the door behind him. There was an arch in his brow, eyes narrowed slightly as she took a seat on the bed and tested the cushioning- just large enough for two people to hold each other. "It's kind of a switch from what we talked about last time."

She said nothing for a few moments, opting instead to peel away the pieces of her armor, setting them on the nightstand next to her. It took her only a few seconds to set it all aside, no longer hesitant to hide her bare body from him. "You were okay with letting the matter drop because you understood it was an honest mistake, that I wasn't looking for a quick fuck. I can trust you because of that." She sighed, giving him a direct stare. "But you can't trust me to follow through, and even if neither of us were at fault, it'll lead to everyone else losing trust as well."

"The commander spoke to you," Caligo guessed. "That's what he said to me, too."

"Did he tell you he was considering me for promotion?" she asked.

"...That, he neglected to mention," he frowned, taking off his armor. "If you're doing this to secure a promotion--"

"What good is a promotion going to do if the people I work with believe I lack any loyalty?" she countered quickly. "You're a hell of a spear-fighter, Caligo- you actually know how to fight with it instead of ceremonial drilling, unlike nearly every other cadet. I'm glad to have you as a training partner and friend. You deserve better than what I did earlier."

He folded his arms, head cocked to one side. "And you're being genuine about this?"

She nodded, then scooted back on the bed and spread her legs wide open. "This is me making amends. In the future, I won't turn you down if I offer, even accidentally. And for tonight, we play your way."

Caligo sighed, but gave her a wan smile. "Alright. Then the first rule for tonight is to drop being formal, ma'am. This is supposed to be for recreation, remember- you need to be able to enjoy this too. Just lay back."

She obliged and he reached down, gripping his prick and drawing her attention to it. Almost immediately she felt winded, as if the girthy tool she was looking at had bludgeoned her in the stomach. It was easily the largest cock she'd ever seen, shaped a bit more exotically than other draconids; the soft barbs were a bit thicker, the prepuce more prominent, and the pulled-back sleeve jutting from his sheath. The length itself was easily a healthy eight inches, robust with three inches of thickness; and if the drooling, throbbing shaft was a hint, it looked as if it had seen action before, and was ready to engage at any moment. Every pulse seemed to coax a surge of precum to spill from the tip, the full-mast cock stained from beneath as it trailed down the angry pink shaft. Rhea blushed hard, unable to succinctly describe it as anything other than a true breeder's cock.

It was certainly enough for her body to react, a burning moisture building between her netherlips.

"You okay with this?" he asked, arching an eyebrow- he seemed to have noticed her expression. "If you don't think you can handle it, we'll make it work."

She shook herself out of her shock and raised her chin with a smile more confident than she felt. No backing out now. "I think I can handle your 'spear,' Cadet. Show me how well you spar with it."

"That's what I want to hear," he growled, a grin on his muzzle as he moved in and got to his knees, placing his hands on her inner thighs. "Best to warm up first, though. Lemme see what you're working with- gotta make sure you're enjoying this too, after all."

Rhea nodded- he was right to point out that that was meant as much for her pleasure as it was his, and knowing he kept this in mind helped make her feel a little better. With a deep breath she bolstered her nerves, spreading her legs apart wider and feeling the warmth in her nethers briefly cooling in the open air before they started to burn again, a slight dark crimson tint evidence of how turned on she was. When his hot breath hit her lower lips she flinched slightly and gasped, now a little anxious to feel what he would do.

The first lash of his tongue was gentle, a tentative flick straight along her cleft, briefly grazing her clit- though the sensation was intense enough that Rhea breathed in sharply, holding up against the surge of pleasure that radiated around her loins. A pause lingered between them where she watched him breathe in deep, seemingly to take in her scent; his eyes seemed to glaze over in arousal in seconds, just before he leaned in and planted his lips against her quim.

Rhea reacted immediately, arching her back with a choked gasp while she was subjected to his oral efforts; in only seconds he had buried his tongue between her folds, swirling the agile intruder around her inner walls, slathering her rippling hole with nectar and saliva. The pleasure in her loins surged again, sending a jolt of heat up her spine that seemed to loosen every muscle in her body, save those in her hands as they tensed and clawed into the sheets. Feeling more limber now than she had seconds earlier she let out a breath and allowed her legs to hang over Caligo's shoulders while he tasted her warm depths, going deeper with every second.

When he finally did draw away it was slow and deliberately messy, the male draconid lashing his tongue side to side as if to whip her inner walls, slicking her fuckhole and ending with an upward flick, slapping it against her clit and generating a sound between a chirp and a moan. Through some effort she managed to sit up enough to look him in the face, a string of nectar connecting her cleft to his chin for a few moments before breaking, his face flushed with arousal.

"W-where... did you learn that?" she shivered.

"This isn't my first time," he panted.

"Nor mine," she told him with a shaky smile, "but I've never had it that good."

"I'll take it as a compliment," he replied, matching her smile. In lieu of words he started to trace his lips around her clit, causing her spine to arch, moreso as he slid a pair of finger into her warm depths.

His approach was not slow, but nor was it without a sense of lingering, his snout and lips moving up her body with slow kisses, spending a few moments around her lower belly, then nuzzling and licking his way up until he reached her ample tits, nipping each playfully. Each tingling graze of his teeth against her breasts made her flinch, her breath stopping short to stifle the squeaks she would have made otherwise. Had she the presence of mind she would have told him not to focus on her nipples, but before she could muster enough mental clarity his lips were around the left peak, a tight feeling making it tingle as he suckled it gently before following up and matching the other one. The slight, pleasant prickly feeling lingered even as his muzzle finally reached her neck and collarbone; and all the while his gentle fingers caressed her slick fuckhole, massaging the sensitive roof and making her shiver, the orifice salivating even more.

Even through the haze of lust clouding her senses, a thought was still able to penetrate through it. "You... must have wanted this for a while, haven't you?" she purred.

"You kinda make it hard to focus while we're sparring," he grinned. "Yeah, I've imagined what this would be like- and I'm enjoying it so far."

"So am I," she told him as he got to his feet and pushed her legs up. A slight feeling of hesitation hit her as she looked up and saw his cock at full mast, the girthy shaft heavy enough that it seemed to plop audibly when he placed it on her lower belly. There was no denying just how deep that prick would be embedded in her body just from how far up it was reaching now. But in seconds that apprehension disappeared, displaced by a hunger for that breeding tool. She needed that beast inside her.

Not that she had a choice in the matter, on her back with her legs held up- what seemed like a smirk of amusement formed on Caligo's muzzle as he pulled his hips back, dragging the beast down her lower belly- it left a trail of drool behind, a rich-scented precum that continued to leak even as he pressed the fat tip of his breeding pole against her. It wasn't until he started to spread her netherlips apart that she realized she'd forgotten to ask him to wear a condom.

In the next moment, it didn't matter.

She threw her head back in a long moan, tightening her cunt around her lover's girth as it drilled through her velvet folds, dimly wondering why she would have ever wanted to dull the sensation with a latex barrier, even assuming there was one big enough to fit him. It had not been a trick of her eyes, when she'd first laid eyes on it- it was far bigger than any other cadet's she had taken, a fact made much more clear as she felt him bottom out with at least an extra inch to spare, the head nestled against gently against what she could only assume was the gate to her womb.

The pause that followed was not silent, the female draconid gasping as she struggled to adjust around her partner's girth. Every squeeze around it stimulated her inner walls, the subtle feeling of his cock throbbing with each heartbeat gently loosening her pussy with every second. So focused on the sensation she did not immediately catch him dipping low until his teeth and lips were against her neck, nipping affectionately and bringing her back to reality all at once.

"You good?" he asked- it was as if his voice was muffled to her hearing, though a quick shake and clearing of her head solved it.

"Y-yeah, I'm good," she managed to groan- there was a discomfort in his size that only enhanced the pleasure. "You can--"

Her word transitioned into a chirp of bliss as he cut her off by pulling his prick back through her tunnel, making her shiver. In any other intimate situation she would be the one taking the lead; now as the cadet started to pump his cock into her sopping cleft, she was more than content to let him keep going. Legs up and back to the mattress she was completely at his mercy, left to grab at his shoulders and stare up at him as he rutted her with a steady, strong pace. Every beat of his hips against her thighs caused her breath to catch, the ribbed tool grinding past the sensitive clit, plowing past her gnawing netherlips, and sliding through her slick folds.

He's too good, she thought, claws scraping harmlessly across his back, the position she was folded in making it difficult to do more than offer meager movements against his thrusts. Now he was grunting into her ear, pouring effort into his rutting. Every jab of his hips was accentuated with a thick clapping sound, his heavy balls swatting against her ass. The output of his precum formed a cocktail with her vaginal nectar, an adhesive that seemed to cause those swollen orbs to stick to her backside for half a second before pulling away. A pang of fear tore through her, quickly replaced by exhilaration, as the realization of how vulnerable she was finally hit her.

"W-wait, you're not gonna... gon--"

"We're playing my way," he groaned, cupping her cheek. "Do you not want me to?"

The rational part told her she had to let him do as he pleased, to follow through with her promise. It was also a part of her mind that knew that as much as Caligo was savoring his moment, pumping his proud cock into a tight, willing female, he would be ready to pull out and glaze her face and tits if she asked him to; and that it would only be right to allow him, to not back out.

But that part was only a fraction of the rest of her mind, which was struggling between the instinctive need for a male's spunk in her womb, the primal fear of impregnation, and the aching thirst born of lust. The thrill of the situation, spurred on by the roiling in her rippling vaginal walls, outweighed fear of the risks.

Perhaps she'd be lucky.

Before she could say anything to object (or beg) the cadet's breath became more labored, his hips pistoning faster as he bore down on her and released her legs. "C-close, I--"

No longer held up, her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him in, giving him no means to pull out. A tiny part deep within hated herself for wanting it so bad; yet it was overshadowed by that need for his magnificent tool to fill her to the brim, no matter the price. "G-gods please...! Cum inside me!"

A snarl escaped him and he slammed into her a final time. Caligo seemed to freeze in place, groaning as his breeder cock throbbed powerfully. She sang with him, a moan harmonizing with his sigh as she felt thick, hot globs of potent cum pump from his tip and into her vulnerable core. A hot, sexual shiver of bliss rolled through her spine, back arching as she experienced another climax; her inner walls rippled around his cock, milking and massaging the distended cum-vein running beneath. Heat bloomed in her belly, soothing the thirst just as the shiver ceased, leaving her entire body warm and tingly.

When at last the flow of his spunk finished her muscles loosened and she went limp, panting as Caligo carefully on top of her. A relaxed laughed escaped her as he nuzzled her cheek, bringing a blush to them.

"You... probably shouldn't have cum in me," she said slowly between breaths.

"Probably- but you didn't say anything, either," he replied, nuzzling and nipping into the crook of her neck. "You good for another?"

"Another? Now?" she shivered, simultaneously skeptical and hopeful. "Are you trying to impress me, Cadet?"

"Maybe I'm trying to convince you to make this as regular as our sparring and drill sessions by showing you some good stamina," he suggested with a smirk. "I think I'm doing a good job so far."

"I'm gonna regret letting you cum in me," she muttered, feeling his output oozing from her slit. "Or maybe not," she admitted, shuddering with a shaky smile.

He grabbed her legs and moved her onto the bed properly while he got on top, relinquishing one while lifting up the other, rolling her to her side and exposing her cummy slit. Strings of their combined sexual activity stuck between her thighs, a pleasant musk filling her nostrils, that of a virile draconid male having claimed an in-season draconid female. It was too good not to enjoy, yet it strangely mixed with a resentment for how much she was enjoying it- though not enough that she pushed back that resentment as he slid into position.

"I'm gonna do it again, unless you tell me not to," he told her, probing her exposed clit with the tip of his cock. The still-hard tool slid against her cum-glazed clit, each ribbed bit sending pleasant tingles through her belly.

"We're playing by your rules," she reminded him with a moan, shaking her head. "I agreed to it- I'm not walking that back." Whatever doubts she had about the situation she wasn't about to rescind her offer, regardless of how much she liked it.

Looking satisfied with her answer he said no more, an annoyingly handsome and arrogant grin on his snout as he plunged his bestial cock back into her cum-slick folds. A groan escaped her lips, feeling the girthy intruder slide down the sticky tunnel, displacing the excess cum he'd poured into her womb only minutes earlier; and still tingling from her own climax the pulses of bliss that radiated from her lower belly seemed sharper, lingering longer as each ridged and ribbed inch of his throbbing mast buried itself back into her body.

In this position there was no point in moving- instead she went nearly limp, her leg draping over his shoulder as he began to rut her once again, his still-heavy balls slapping against her inner thighs. What differed now was how deep he could reach, with his cockhead now grinding against the sensitive gate to her womb, a sensation that lacked any pain, pure ecstasy roiling in her as she suffered another dizzying climax, made worse by the feel of his ribbed shaft plucking away against the underside of her slit. Her cries of lust shook the walls of his room, ringing in her own ears as she found herself goading him to do more.

"That's fucking it," she gasped, "get that beast in me!"

"That's what I wanted to hear," he growled, still grinning- though there was a look of strain on his face. "Gotta make sure everyone hears it. Because now it's not just an act, is it?"

"N-no," she moaned. "I mean it!"

"I know you do," he growled in her ear. "You're gonna be a great leader- and you're not gonna turn down someone if you show them the goods, right?"

"I'll do it!" she panted. "They can... count on me!"

"And we'll be there for you in turn," he murmured.

"C-Caligo... are you gonna--"

"Damn right I'm gonna," he grunted, cutting her off. "My rules, remember?"

The urge to tell him not to swelled in her again for but a moment, a mental island of uncertainty in a sea of bliss and lust. In seconds it sank into the depths of ecstasy and she kept silent. She had been lucky in the dozen or so times she'd slept with others- maybe her luck would hold out again.

Not that she had a choice anymore- not that she cared in that moment.

He snarled again and tensed, clutching her leg tight and slamming in a final time, his cockhead now pressed firm against her quivering cervix. Even as full as she'd been only fifteen minutes prior, she could feel everything again- and with more clarity and sensitivity than it had been the first time. Now her gnawing inner walls were milking his pulsing length as it blasted her vulnerable womb with another dose of his baby-batter, swallowing every drop it could contain until the excess poured out from around the seal of his girth and her netherlips, staining her inner thighs alabaster with his rich seed. Darkness creeped into the edges of her vision as the stupor of mental bliss and exhaustion hit her, going limp on the bed.

Seconds later, she passed out.

It was a strange sensation, somewhere between feeling slightly ill and deep satisfaction, that greeted her when she finally awoke. Her eyes flicked up, the warmth of a male body still lingering between the sheets as her blurred vision became clearer.

Until she found herself staring at Caligo's bare butt.

The events of the prior night slammed back into her memories and she flinched, groaning as she stirred and sat up. Equal parts soreness and pleasant tingling melded into a stiffness, several audible pops sounding as she stretched and loosened those muscles.

The movement got Caligo's attention, the male Draconid turning and folding his arms with a cheerful smile. Rhea merely stared back with a scowl- and the barest upward curl in her muzzle.

"What are you looking at, Cadet?" she asked grumpily.

"I slept well," he replied, still giving her an annoyingly attractive smile. "You?"

"No," she sighed. A pause. "... Yes," she admitted, folding her arms and looking away. They'd gone on until night had fallen, at least three or four more times before they were both exhausted. And while there was some hesitance, she would have been lying if she'd claimed she hadn't enjoyed most of it.

"If you need few extra zeds, you can stay in bed- I'll get those sheets done by noon," he offered, getting his armor back in place

"I might do that," she yawned. "What about you?"

"I won't brag," he assured her. "If anybody asks, it was a nice night- but we were noisy enough that I think everyone got the idea."

"Nobody needs to know you had cum inside me," she said suddenly, a crease in her brow. "So just... leave that out."

"I will," he smiled. "Still... you didn't seem to object, right?"

"... No," she replied after a few seconds of mixed feelings.

"I'll leave you to it, then," he said, finally fastening his chestplate and grabbing his polearm and helmet. "I got the southern halls for the next few hours, let me know if you need anything." He headed for the door.

"Caligo."

The cadet turned, curious.

For a few seconds she fought to find something appropriate to say- only to sigh again and smile.

"Thanks. You're... good."

"Glad to help- and I hope so," he answered.

"... So don't be surprised if I go hard on you when we spar next time," she followed up, able to add a little smugness to her smile.

"I'm looking forward to it, Ma'am," he grinned, activating the hatch and sauntering out the door.

For a few seconds after she stared at the spot he'd been standing in, before laying back down with a groan.

"... Fuck... probably shouldn't have let him cum inside me." A few seconds reflection followed. "... Hell, at least I've earned that promotion," she managed to chuckle, which quickly turned into a wince as it strained a sore muscle.

"Just hope that's all I earned," she managed to grin, rubbing her side and resting her head back on the pillow. A few hours extra sleep would do her some good.