Chapter Text
"So you just let them go rogue?" The Generals heavy fist thudded on the polished surface of her work desk, rumbling through the room Ambessa Medarda had reserved for herself and her people in the Enforcers headquarter in upper Piltover, its windows still stained with the dye from Jinxes last attack. From their last failure as a police force to protect the citizens of Piltover.
Maddie stood bone straight, hands folded neatly behind her back as the Noxians furious eyes glared up at her. Ambessa Medarda might have been twice her height, but propped up on her fists, leaning over the desk, she still managed to glare up at Maddie from under her sharp brow bone, giving her gaze something old and profusely evil. Maddie swallowed the lump in her throat and stood up impossibly straighter.
"Yes. With all due respect, General Medarda, I was not the officer in charge for the mission," she said, trying to keep her voice steady and clear of fear, despite the look of absolute desire for homicide on Ambessa Medardas face. She wasn't exactly afraid of General Medarda. Sure, her arms carried enough force to snap Maddies spine like a toothpick, both of them were aware. But Maddie didn't fear the noxian wolf like she feared the sting of a deadly scorpion. She carried the same cautiousness around the General like she did around an open fire threatening to set entire regions ablaze. Ambessa Medarda was a force of nature to be reckoned with.
The General stood up from behind her desk, slowly crossing the few feet that separated them. "So was I wrong?" she asked, pacing around Maddie, "to have enough faith in you to be able to keep an eye on Officer Kiramman and her... Stray? To keep her from steering off, endangering our cause?" When Maddie tried to follow the movement behind her, Ambessa gripped her chin, making her face forward. The twist happened with such force that Maddie was sure the toothpick analogy that had crossed her mind moments earlier might come true.
"No, General." She breathed, not daring to try an catch a glimpse of the woman still holding her face in an iron grip. "I can make this right."
"How?" The noxians voice tickled her ear as she bent down to be on Maddies height. It ignited an itch deep in her brain and scratched another that Maddie had long forgotten was there, way deeper, in the very centre of her skull. A fierce, ferocious itch, a flickering tickle like a candles flame in a windy corridor. Something primal that had slumbered for many years.
It was the itch that had started to nag at her brain over a decade ago, when she was a lanky twelve year old rascal, the greenie of the noxian cadets, top of her class, getting praised by her General for winning a spar against one of the taller, stronger, older cadets. Her face had been bloodied by her broken nose and split lip, her knees wobbly from the exhaustion of the fight, but her handshake firm as General Medarda congratulated her, a proud look on her face. Maddie had never been able to forget that gaze. She'd been chasing that same high ever since. And now with General Medardas strong hand on her chin, the itch was finally scratched, at least a tiny bit. It bubbled in her brain, trickled down her back and pooled in her belly, leaving a trail of goosebumps where it passed the cords of nerves in her spine.
Maddie let out a shacky breath. "I don't know, General," she whispered. "But I will figure this out, I promise." Her voice had found its strength again and she stood up straight, her hands still entwined behind her back, taking back posture and facing straight ahead, seeing but not registering the maps, lists and papers hung up on the wall behind Ambessas desk. Ambessa did not move behind her, her mouth still breathing hot next to Maddies ear, like a wolf examining its prey. Maddie swallowed thickly at the blush she felt creeping up her pale neck, out of the damned uniforms collar.
"I know you will, Officer Nolen," Ambessa said, her voice low and sharp with her noxian accent, rippling like red sails in harsh winds. The hand resting on her jaw lazily slipped lower to carefully wrap around her neck. "You have no other choice," the General purred. "And you wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you, Officer?"
"No" Maddie was quick to answer.
"No, what?"
"No, General," Maddie gasped at the hand tightening around her throat. The warm bubbling in her belly had grown into a boiling heat that filled her with want and shot directly to her core.
"Good." Maddie felt a second hand creep up her side and come to a rest on her hip. She sucked in a sharp breath as the comforting weight shifted seconds later to pluck the white blouse out of the trousers of her enforcers uniform, snaking under the soft fabric. Warm, strong fingers rested on her waist now, trailing lazy circles on the blazing hot skin. Maddies eyes threated to flutter shut.
"Tell me to stop, Officer Nolen, and I will," the General whispered, accentuating the offer to stop everything, let Maddie leave and forget about their encounter by slowly loosening her grip on Maddies throat and tapping the thick pads of her fingers against the delicate muscle strands trailing form her ear down into the collar of her uniform.
Maddie frantically shook her head as best as possible considering the hand still wrapped around her neck, sending her short hair flying. Anything to find relief for the blazing heat in the pit of her stomach.
"Do you want me to go on, Officer?" Ambessa purred low at her ear. Maddie could hear the disdain and mockery in the foreign title. She needed to rid herself of it. When all of this was over, she would go home and be Soldier Madelyn Nolen again, maybe even more. She could become a Lieutenant, rise in the Army. But for now, she was Officer Nolen, Spy of the Noxian forces, and utterly and wholly at General Medardas mercy. Exactly where she wanted to be.
"Please", Maddie whispered. Ambessas hands left her hip and neck. The next thing Maddie felt was a strong push between her shoulder blades. With a surprised gasp, she stumbled forward against the General's dark wooden desk and found herself swiftly pushed against the polished surface, her head turned to the side, her hands laying limp next to her torso. Ambessas front pushed against her back, her hips grinding into Maddies ass, softly pushing her core into the edge of the table. A low moan escaped Maddies throat at the friction that provided absolutely no relief to the throbbing ache of lust in her belly. The sound earned her a low chuckle from Ambessa.
"So needy," the General mocked her. Maddies brain could not muster up any sorts of witty comeback to the comment. Clouded with lust and desire, all the she could do was let out another suppressed moan against the tabletop as Ambessa kicked her feet apart wider and groped her ass. Her strong hands traced the curve of Maddies back up and down again, the back of her thighs, her ass, inched closer to her now positively soaked core, trailing back off over her ass, making her whimper and writhe under the strong touch. She arched her back, pushing her ass into Ambessas palm, moaning at the strong grip. The Generals hand left her right ass cheek it had been palming, snaking up Maddies back and gripped the short ginger hair at the base of her skull. A surprised moan escaped her at the sharp tug up, making her arch off the smooth tabletop. Ambessas lip was at her ear again, hot and sultry.
"Turn around," she commanded, her voice barely a whisper yet still making the room freeze with her authority. Without even thinking about it, Maddie obliged, pushing herself up from the tabletop, slowly turning around. She leaned against the desk, looking up at Ambessa through pale lashes, her face flushed. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths as she glanced up at the General, her pupils blown with lust, her knees unsteady and shaky.
"Take off your boots." The shoes thudded softly on the wooden floor beams as Maddie carelessly kicked them off.
"Your pants, too," Ambessa ordered and gestured at Maddies uniform, the foreign, truly offensive and eye soring blue of the piltovan enforcers. Her hands reacted before her mind could, fumbling with the belt holding the pants on her narrow hips. She failed at opening the belt multiple times before Ambessa stepped into Maddies space, ripped open the buckle and dragged the pants down Maddies freckled thighs, taking her socks off in the same motion. When Maddie reached for the simple pair of black panties covering her crotch, Ambessa reached for her wrists, easily reaching around them with her large hands.
"Not these," she husked. Maddie dropped her hands from the hem of her panties. They hung by her thighs awkwardly, veiny and pale even in the warm light of the torches in Ambessas quarters. Not knowing where to put them, Maddie intertwined her fingers, picking at her cuticles. Ambessas gaze burned on the bare skin of her thighs, her lips pulled into a wolfish grin as she looked down at the enforcer leaning on her table for support.
Maddie had never been too self-conscious. She was aware that she wasn't pretty or beautiful or any of that. Her hips were narrow, her chest flat, her skin pale, her hair fiery red, her eyes without that special spark her mother was rumoured to have had in her young years. But she was a good listener, a good friend and apparently half decent with her tongue and fingers, at least if one took the time to ask the girls she used to hook up with in the janitors broom closet in military school. But would that be enough for Ambessa Medarda, the Wolf of Noxus, who was still mustering every inch of Maddies skin?
"Why?" she breathed, regaining her voice.
"Because I want to hear you begging me to take them off," the General answered, closing the gap between then, once again trapping Maddie between the table and her broad chest.
"Name a safeword, little lamb," she rasped. The command took Maddie aback for a second. She tried to find her words, but all her mind could come up with was the sharp contours of Ambessas face, the soft curve of her lip, the intensity of her gaze fixed on Maddie. Little lamb. What a fitting pet name for the prey of the noxian wolf.
"Shepherd", she said, or at least tried, the word came out croaked and more quiet than she had hoped.
"Shepherd" she repeated.
"Shepherd", said her General. "It shall be mine, too." Maddie nodded, grateful for the reciprocation by her General who still studied her with an unforgiving, hard gaze despite the softness of the situation. But then again, nothing the General did could ever be soft. And just as fast as the vulnerable moment had emerged, it passed again.
A grin split Ambessas face and her large hand shot up to Maddies throat, gripping it with enough force to make her see stars. With a smug grin, she stared Maddie down, her piercing gaze pinning her down to the table, reducing her to nothing but heaving breaths against strong fingers and slick gathering between her thighs. Maddies head spun, her visual field darkening at its edges as the flow of oxygen to her brain was more and more restricted.
When her eyes eyes started to flutter and her mind was deprived of even the instinct to beg for air, Ambessa loosened her grip, taking away Maddies only contact to the world. With a choked moan, Maddie slumped forward, collapsing into the generals chest, catching her breath.
Ambessas one hand rested loosely on Maddies throat now while the other snaked up her still clothed back up to the back of her head, petting her hair.
"Deep breaths now, Dear," she whispered in Maddies ear, a domineering undertone still remaining in the otherwise caressing phrase. And of course, Maddie complied because what else could she do when the sirupy thick drops of the Medardas voice dripped down her consciousness right to her core? So she breathed, heavy, trying to steady her racing pulse. One breath, a second. On the third, Ambessa squeezed again and gripped the hair at the nape of her neck tightly, and Maddies eyes rolled back. After four or five times of nearly passing out, Maddie gripped at the belts circling the Generals hips, steadying herself.
The General loosend her grip a final time, her hand now resting just below Maddies throat on the collar of her damned uniform and eased a strong thing between trembling legs, pushing up into her clothed crotch. A whimper escaped Maddie as she made contact with the rough material covering her Generals strong, steely thigh. Gripping Ambessas thick belt for support, she ground down, chasing the friction that threatened to burn her alive.
Still caging Maddie to the table with one strong arm, Ambessa let the hand resting on Maddies collar glide down her front, resting it on her belly. The anticipation of it almost killed Maddie, the promise of thick, calloused fingers touching her where she needed it most let a whimper spill out as she arched into the touch, the angle hitting her most perfectly.
A mocking chuckle from her General was the answer to the desperate attempt at more, as she took her hand away from Maddies belly, who (to her own embarrassment) let out another pathetic whine at the loss of contact, only to make quick work of her remaining clothes. Despite her strength, Ambessas fingers were surprisingly nimble as she unbuckled her jacket, unbuttoned the shirt underneath and clipped open her bra in mere seconds.
By the time she had worked through Maddies clothes to get to the pale skin of her belly, Maddie had been reduced to a huffing, flushed mess grinding on the Generals thick thigh, her orgasm just within reach. But just as she was about to fall down her cliff, Ambessa gripped her hips with two bone crushing hands and forced her to a stop. Her hips bucked, helplessly trying to get her friction and her dawning orgasm back, but the grip on her hips was unforgiving.
"Patience, now, little lamb," her General chuckled. "I am not quite sure you have earned your reward yet." Maddie didn't even try to come up with an answer. It would only result in an embarrassing sound and she had already made enough of those in the past ten minutes. And besides, Ambessa was right. She had fucked up. Badly. She did not earn her reward, her promotion, an orgasm. She deserved to be sent back to Noxus for disciplinary treatment, stripped of her position as Ambessas right hand and primary informant in the piltovan Guard of Enforcers and reduced back to a simple cadet. And yet here she was, pinned against her boss's desk, dripping down her thighs, desperate for release. So she decided to push her thoughts aside. She could crash out over her failure later. Right now, she needed to get off, badly. She needed to earn her reward.
Still panting heavily from her ministrations from just a second ago she shucked off her jacket, button up and bra, always making sure to keep eye contact with her General, never letting the desperate expression slip from her face. The situation was entirely new to Maddie, but the past thirty minutes had been enough to figure out that Ambessa got off from seeing Maddie desperate, pathetic and begging just as much as Maddie herself did. She could work with that. She could be desperate and pathetic and submissive alright. If it could sway Ambessas anger towards the botched mission enough to fuck her all the way into next week, it would be well worth it.
And besides, if she was honest with herself, she was. She was desperate and pathetic for Her General, her strong hands, her plush lips, her harsh voice and glowing skin, her powerfull muscles and unforgiving gaze. She wanted to be good for Her General. She needed her reward.
"Then make me earn it, My General."