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Close the door, Pieck.” Zeke calmly commanded, taking a drag from his cigarette.
Pieck swallowed and slowly made her way towards the door, gently closing it and turning the lock.
Nervously she looked back at him, hopeful for approval.
“Good girl. Now let me look at you.”
Pieck felt her cheeks flush and her heart skipped a beat. After a brief hesitation she walked back across the tiny office room and came face to face with her superior.
Zeke gripped her harshly by the waist and pulled her against him, exhaling a breath of smoke into her face. A gasp escaped Pieck's lips as Zeke brought a hand up and cupped her face.
“Warchief...I-“ she began in a whisper.
“You let me down today, soldier. Open your mouth.”
Pieck looked up into her superior's eyes, and he regarded her coldly. After what felt like forever he finally let a smile spread across his face and momentarily dropping his fascade, he quickly kissed Pieck softly on her lips.
Pieck let her eyes flutter closed, enjoying the tenderness while it lasted but she
quickly found herself craving something more carnal. Right on cue, Zeke's hand slid from her face down to her neck he gripped her hard as he broke the kiss.
“I said,” he began, “open your fucking mouth, Pieck.”
He forced Pieck backwards against the wall, hitting it with a thud, and she timidly obliged sticking her tongue out. Zeke took the cigarette in his spare hand and to Pieck's surprise, he pressed the burning end onto her tongue. She cried out in pain as the embers extinguished against her taste buds and filled her mouth with the taste of ash and burning.
He discarded the remains of the
cigarette onto the floor as Pieck spluttered and spat desperately trying to rid herself of the foul
taste. Zeke grabbed a handful of Pieck’s long black hair and gripped it tightly, pushing her back into the wall once again and slapping her across her face.
"Do not show me up infront of the other warriors ever again, do you understand me?"
He looked her up and down, drinking in the sight of her all helpless and dishevilled. Her breathing was laboured and tears were pooling in her eyes from the harsh skin of his hand against her cheek.
His cock ached and quiet moan escaped as he brought his other hand up and caressed Pieck's chest. She gasped and averted her gaze from him, her cheeks turning bright pink.
“Zeke, what are you doing?” she squirmed against his touch. Without replying, he tore open her blouse exposing her white lace brassiere. Zeke ran his hand along her pale exposed flesh and gently fondled her small tits, a soft hum escaping his lips as he enjoyed himself.
Goosebumps spread across Pieck's delicate skin, electrified by Zeke's touch. He brought his head down to her neck and began to bite and suck on the sensitive flesh.
Whimpering, Pieck brought her hands up in a desperate attempt to push him off, but Zeke was stronger and pushed against her even harder. He dragged his tongue along her jawline and brought his lips to her ear.
“I’m going to ruin you, Pieck,” he murmured softly before sinking his teeth into her tender neck.
Pieck cried out, but it quickly became a moan as Zeke freed her breasts from her bra and wasted no time in bringing his lips to her nipples. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks, and Pieck felt a deep shame in allowing her warchief to see her so exposed but she couldn't deny that he made her feel good. He always did.
"Did I hurt you, sweetheart?" He whispered, looking up at her. Pieck swallowed, and shook her head as she wiped her wet eyes with the back of her sleeve. She smiled and he smiled back.
Next thing she knew, Zeke pushed her onto her knees and he was undoing his belt. The man was capable of going from gentle and kind to primal and sadistic, it was hard for Pieck not to get whiplash. He had always been this way, both as mentor and a lover as long as she could remember.
"You can hurt me if you want to though," she smiled suggestively, helping him pull his underwear down freeing his erection. He was painfully hard already and Pieck's mouth was desperate for him to fill it but instead Zeke kneeled down bringing his face level with hers.
He wrapped his belt around Pieck's neck, like a makeshift collar and lead.
"I plan to, don't you worry." he muttered, pulling the belt tight and choking her lightly. With his other hand, he stuffed his three middle fingers into Pieck's mouth as deep as he could. She cried out again, coughing and gagging as he began fingerfucking her mouth.
"We need to get your gorgeous face ready before I can fuck it," he hissed, picking up his pace. Pieck choked and spit was poured out of her mouth. She gently closed her eyes humming against his hand, unable to hold back her arousal or pretend to dislike his advances anymore. She moaned and her hands crept up to her nipples as she caressed herself. She hated how desperate he made her feel.
"Tsk, bad girl." Zeke smiled as he stood back up, and wasted no time gripping her head and stuffing his cock into the back of her throat.
He held her there firmly, adjusting to the warmth of her mouth before rocking his hips against her, fucking into her mouth.
"Mmm, so good." He hummed, gasping softly with each thrust. He tugged on the end of the belt with one hand and held her head still with the other.
Pieck moaned in response, bringing her hands to his and wrapping his fingers tighter around her head. Message clearly understood Zeke upped the ante, making his thrusts longer and harder making her wretch as she opened her mouth wider. He knew exactly how Pieck liked it but making her ask for it was too much fun to resist.
"Come on, sweet girl, take it." He coaxed, his voice strained in concentration. He felt his balls starting to churn as his orgasm began to stir up inside him. "I'm nearly there, hold those pretty tits up for me," he moaned dropping the belt to put both hands in her hair.
Wanting to push him over the edge, Pieck hummed against his cock. The vibrations made Zeke shake as his pleasure finally came to a head.
"Fuck, P-Pieck," he cried out, momentarily withdrawing to jerk himself and let his first few dribbles of hot cum spill out onto Pieck's tits before forcing himself to the very back of her throat. "Take it all" he growled.
Anticipating what came next like clockwork, Zeke pulled out of her just in time before Pieck fell forward onto her hands and puked.
With a heave, she spat and gagged, her already blistered tongue burning even hardered. Thankfully she had had the foresight to tie her hair back before their rendezvous so didn't have to worry about holding it away from her face. She hung her head and took a moment to let her heart rate slow down until she finally looked up.
Zeke, finally coming down from his high, offered his hand to pull her up to standing and gave her a glass of water from a nearby table. As she cleaned out her mouth Zeke snaked an arm around her waist and planted a kiss on her forehead.
"How was that, beautiful?" He asked, stroking her hair and pulling her in close. Pieck swallowed the last of the water and buried her face in his chest.
"It was perfect," she sighed, still positively cock drunk.
"And did you learn your lesson?" He purred.
Pieck's silence spoke volumes. Feeling bold, and firmly under the influence of her lust, a smile spread across her face.
"Hmmm."
Zeke was still, save for a wicked smile of his own creeping up.
"Oh, is that so?"
"Mmph."
"Do I have to be harsher with you?"
"Maybe."
"So be it."
Zeke swung Pieck around and slammed her over the table onto her front. Without a word he hiked her skirt up, exposing her panties. She desperately pushed up her hips, showing off her ass for his attention. She needed more of him and desperately.
His hands wandered over her ass as he massaged her pussy over her underwear with the head of his cock.
"Tell me what you want, Pieck."
Fuck, she felt shameless right now. She didn't care that he was her commanding officer, she didn't care about what would happen if anybody found out about what they were doing. She wanted to escape, and that's exactly what these encounters with Zeke provided.
"I want it to hurt," Pieck whispered.
Zeke seemed a little surprised by her answer, but he knew better than to judge and the way his cock twitched, he was happy to indulge her.
He pulled her panties aside and spat on her wet cunt. Using the tip of his cock, he spread her wetness up to her asshole and felt her tense.
"What's the matter, Pieck? Has Galliard not broken you in there yet?" He teased, rubbing her tight hole with his finger.
Her cheeks flushed. "Porco isn't...He's not like that..." She giggled nervously. She always got embarrassed with Zeke brought up her escapades with others. There was no jealousy in it of course, Liberio was small and there were prolonged periods of either of the two being deployed for long periods so naturally Piece would occasionally turn to others for comfort.
"So I'll have the honour of fucking your ass for the first time?"
"Please,"
Gingerly, Zeke buried his cock inside her. Truth be told he'd taken her anal "virginity" multiple times already, but this happened to be one of her favourite roleplays to carry out.
She winced at the tightness, and he left her no adjusting period before he began to jackhammer her. She gritted her teeth in pleasure and agony and revelled in the feeling of fullness and bit her lip to avoid letting out a sob.
"God have you always been this tight? Let me hear you scream for me," Zeke moaned. Vocal as ever, he was grunting and moaning freely.
"Ah! Zeke," she cried out. He pulled on the belt that was still around her neck and she growled, frenzied and desperate as it choked the air out of her. "I need you, fuck, please rip me open."
Words were spilling out of her quicker than she could rationalise them, the pain of his thrusts made her see stars. Under the table her fingers rubbed feverishly on her clit, edging her closer to the release she was dying for.
"Say my name again, Angel," Zeke pleaded, his hands beginning to shake as his own release edged closer.
Pieck's insides burned like fire, and she was barely able to make out what Zeke had said through the beautiful haze of her pain. In that moment she wanted to be devoured. Torn apart. She was his and she was completely lost in this gift he had given her.
"Zeke..." She whimpered dreamily.
Like a supernova, her orgasm engulfed her without warning. Her body tensed, electrified and she pushed against Zeke, forcing him further inside her. Her stretched asshole clamped down on his pulsing cock, and with one last thrust milked a second load out of him.They both cried out in orgasmic bliss and rode the waves of pleasure together.
They stayed like that for a moment, panting before Zeke pulled out. Without a word, Pieck stood up and turned to face him. They regarded eachother silently for a little while, neither of them really sure what to say, but in the end Zeke settled for simply kissing Pieck's lips softly.
"Thank you, Warchief" Pieck whispered with a smile. Zeke laughed at the formality and pulled her into an embrace.
"Let's clean you up."