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"Miss Y/N? Here is Nidhogg's coffee. Go take it to him."
You stiffly approached the cook, and took the small decorative cup and saucer out of her hands. It had been one week since you were hired as Nidhogg's personal assistant. The only thing you knew was that you were replacing someone he cared about a lot. It's not that you were jealous, but Nidhogg's contempt for you showed. He was very cold and intimidating. He wouldn't like you to be late, you though, so you scurried to his room.
You knocked on the wooden door. "It's Y/N. I have y-your coffee..."
"Come in."
You crept into the room, being careful not to distract him or touch anything. You set the saucer onto his desk.
Nidhogg snarled as he ripped up the letter he was reading.
"How the hell are we losing to Louie? My soldiers are useless!"
The colonel placed his head in his black gloved hands. His military hat tumbled off of his head, and onto the desk.
"Shit, I probably shouldn't have said that in front of you. Wait, you're not Yvette, why do I care."
He sunk into his chair, looking even more defeated. His grey-streaked hair hung down on his face. Strangely, you wanted to comfort him, even though he had just insulted you.
"U-um... are you okay, Sir Nidhogg?"
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that to you. I'm not normally like this, it's just... I'm under a lot of stress right now. Yvette always kept me company, and helped me with these kinds of things. But she's gone now. And what I'm dealing with now is even worse..."
"Then, how would you like me to help you?"
Nidhogg thought for a moment.
"Please don't tell anyone."
Your eyes widened. What was he planning to do?
"Get under the desk."
His voice was strong and commanding. You blushed furiously, hardly believing that he would say something like that to you. But you obeyed. Your body fit neatly under his desk when you sat back on your heels.
You were sitting in front of Nidhogg's knees. He looked down at you. His eyes were still cold, but he wore a wicked smirk. You noticed that he put his hat back on. You admired his strong, tall body, all dressed in a beautiful dress uniform. Suddenly you understood why many people were jealous of your job. You didn't know before why your friends wanted to work with such a cold, strict, and brutal man, but now you did. He was beautiful.
"Do I need to spell it out for you? Are you that innocent?"
His words made you flush even harder. You knew what to do, but it was embarrassing.
You reached up to undo his belt and slide off his white uniform pants. You teasingly brushed your hands over the front of his underwear. His bulge grew in response to your touch. You had done things like this a few times in the past, but you couldn't exactly call yourself experienced. You gently pulled off his underwear, revealing his cock. You placed your hands on his upper thighs, stroking Nidhogg's warm, pale, and surprisingly soft skin.
"Y/n..." he sighed.
You looked back up at him. His eyes were soft. Did he like being touched like this?
You took his cock in your hand, and began to gently stroke it.
"Good girl," he said.
You squirmed in your seat. You couldn't deny that you loved hearing him praise you.
Tentatively, you brought the light pink tip up to your mouth, and gently slid it in. You gently bobbed your head up and down.
Nidhogg rested one of his hands on your head. You noticed that he had removed his gloves, and was now stroking your hair with his bare hand. Again, it was surprisingly soft. You were expecting him to push or be rough with you, but he wasn't. He seemed content with what you were giving him. In fact, you loved how affectionate he was being, in his own way.
You eagerly swirled your tongue around him, using your hand to get what you couldn't reach.
You looked up at him again. Nidhogg's lips were slightly parted, and his dark brown eyes watched you intently. You could hear his heavy breathing.
"Ah~. Y/n... Wait, stop."
You froze, pulling him out of his mouth. Was something wrong? You looked at him for reassurance.
"Don't want to cum in your mouth. I have something better in store for us. Get up."
You shuffled out from under the desk.
"Here," he growled, patting the surface in front of him. With a sweep of his long arms, he pushed all the papers to the floor.
You obeyed, climbing onto his desk, sitting in front of him. He examined you intently. His strong gaze made you blush and turn away
"You can't be this shy, not after what you just did to me."
Nidhogg grabbed your chin and turned your head back to face him. He was grinning again.
"You are quite cute when you are flustered, though. Now, what would make you more embarassed? If I asked you to strip, or if I ripped that dress off myself?"
You opened your mouth, but couldn't think of anything to say. He was right, you were way too shy to ask for him to do anything to you!
"I know which choice I like more."
Nidhogg yanked the zipper down on your dress, slid it off, and dumped it on the floor. You shivered. It was cold in his office, especially on the surface of his desk.
He stood up, and removed his overcoat, throwing it onto the pile. You winced at the thought of that beautiful, expensive garment getting dirty on the floor, but he didn't care. In just his undershirt, he looked surprisingly slim, a lot less bulky and muscular than you thought he was. He quickly undid the buttons and threw it away, leaving him completely naked in front of you.
Nidhogg smiled slightly, as he watched you admiring his smooth, pale skin.
"You know, a lot of girls would kill for this opportunity. You should be thanking me."
"T-thank you, Nidhogg, Sir."
He laughed musically. You froze. Nidhogg was capable of laughter?
"I didn't expect you to take that literally. So cute. And calling me sir? I like it very much."
Nidhogg gently pushed you, so that you were lying on his desk, and pulled your legs towards him. You covered your face with your hand, but you didn't notice until Nidhogg pulled it away.
"None of that here. I want to see you."
He gently traced his hands over your body, until he settled on your hips. He pulled off your underwear, the last thing you were wearing.
"Ready, y/n?"
"Yes," you managed to squeak out.
Nidhogg smiled. Then, he got on top of you. His body was flushed and warm, and you were happy to snuggle against his neck and wrap your arms around him. He pushed his cock inside of you.
"Ah~!" you gasped.
"Does that feel good?" Nidhogg spoke into your ear. His hot breath and soft voice made you shiver.
"Yes. P-please, keep going,"
"Whatever happened to calling me sir?"
"Yes, Sir, please keep going," you repeated.
"Good girl."
Nidhogg began to thrust. Slowly, at first. Then, he grabbed on to your shoulders to give him more leverage.
"Let me know if I'm hurting you, okay?"
You shook your head. "I like it."
Nidhogg was the right size to fill you up completely, to rub up against those special spots that made pleasure course through your body. You gripped him tighter every time you did."
"Nidhogg~! Ah!" you called out.
He grinned in response. "That's right. You belong to me, now."
You had collapsed completely against the desk. Saliva leaked from your open mouth. Nidhogg was warm, intoxicating, everything you needed in this moment. You were close. You wanted Nidhogg to devour you entirely.
"Nidhogg! I'm gonna cum~!"
"Yes. Cum for me, y/n. I want to watch you come undone."
He pulled you close against him, and stopped thrusting for a second, just staying there inside you. That was enough to tip you over the edge. You shuddered in his arms, straining against his grip. It felt so intense that you wanted to kick, but Nidhogg held you too tightly for you to move easily.
"Y/n..." Nidhogg moaned. "God you're so beautiful."
Now that you had cum, Nidhogg resumed thrusting into you. After a minute, you felt him throb and twitch inside of you. He panted into your ear. A deliciously warm feeling spilled inside of you.
The two of you lay there for a second, soaking in each others' warmth. Then, Nidhogg pulled out.
"Ah- y/n, that was amazing. Exactly what I needed today. Thanks."
"Let's do it again, okay? Any time you need me, I'll be ready for you," you responded.
"Yvette... never let me do that to her," he said solemnly. "I think... I might start to like you better than her."
"Good," you whispered. "I want you to be mine. I don't want to hear her name ever again."
"That was surprisingly bold of you to say," he said with a laugh.