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It was another day at the office for the Commander.

He'd been in the position for years now and he'd long since adapted to the early mornings that the job required, and the endless amounts of paperwork that came across his desk. Thus even though it was still fairly early in the morning, just past ten, he was already methodically scribbling through documents and forms with practised ease.

He wasn't alone either. Sat just a few feet at her own desk, scribbling her own signature onto documents was Uranami, his secretary. Though a bit of a weird girl Uranami's patience was undeniable; a valuable skill when it came to signing paperwork for hours on end, along with her ability to simultaneously be quiet yet always willing to say whatever was on her mind, meaning there was less time wasted, unlike some others who would hesitate what was worth telling him about and what they should just sign on their own.

That willingness was perhaps why they were so close, and had only grown more so over the last few months.

''...and there...'' The Commander murmured to himself, signing off on a requisition form before setting it aside.

Dragging another sheet over he scanned the contents, mulled it over – but as he signed off on it he heard Uranami humming a light tune. One that drew his attention with how familiar it was, the name on the tip of his tongue but the words flowing into his mind easily, matching Uranami's as she sang.

''Blue skies, blue sea, daba dee...''

His lips quirked up and he sung along. ''I'm blue, da ba dee da ba daa~''

Uranami smiled wordlessly, glancing over at him past her wide hood. Though neither sung further there was a warmth to the air now that the Commander found instinctively soothing; something Uranami must've felt herself as she hopped off of her seat and plodded over to him. He squeaked his chair back and gave her enough room to sit down on his lap, her hood brushing against his cheek as he let his chin come to rest on her shoulder. The Destroyer hummed in content and leaned back against him, one of his arms wrapping around her even as the other picked up his pen, scribbling his signature down on another document.

Intimacy like this wasn't uncommon between them; their relationship was a subtle one, but one that held more meaning than love confessions or gentle conversations. It was one built on subtle touches and looks, of reading into one another's expressions and making judgements solely based on that. From random cuddles done on a whim to sudden kisses or more risqué things, they went with the flow and didn't question a thing. And so far, that worked just fine for both of them.

''We should take a break.'' Uranami remarked with a hum.

''Sounds good to me.'' He chuckled lightly and reclined into his chair, gladly abandoning his pen.

Uranami's silver-white fox tail brushed against his chest then and he snaked his right arm around it, abandoning his work just so he could bury his face in her fluff and feel it tickle his face. Uranami made a sound almost like a mewl and flicked her tail in his face, moving it with more dexterity than one might expect as she curled it partway around his neck, tugging him into her fluffiness. In response he moved both of his hands down to her thighs, rubbing and groping them, feeling her butt push against his crotch at the same time. Her small, peachy butt.

Perhaps because of that he popped a boner easily. Uranami undoubtedly felt the swelling bulge against her rear but just hummed, entirely content to just rock her hips a little and rub herself back against him. The Commander on the other hand moved his right hand between her legs, grazing her warm inner-thigh before pressing his fingers against her panty-clad pussy, earning a cute whimper from the Destroyer as he touched her so lewdly. He didn't rush things, didn't even try and shove his fingers inside; just teased her with a slow, circular rub against her clothed lips.

''Mn.. haahn...'' Uranami moaned slowly.

The Commander smiled as her tail unwound itself and flicked his face a couple times, tickling his nose but not doing much to deter him. Not until Uranami squirmed on his lap and twisted around to face him, her cheeks flushed a light pink and her lavender eyes locked onto only him, slightly lidded and with unmistakable arousal within. The sight turned him on and when Uranami leaned in for a kiss he didn't hesitate to comply, his lips gently meshing against her own and eliciting a muffled mewl from his lover, her hood shielding them almost.

Then they drew apart with a heavy breath. Uranami was panting lightly but still able to reach between their bodies, quickly unbuckling his belt. He leaned back to give her some room and idly ran his fingers through the soft fur of her tail, watching as she got the button undone and soon tugged his cock out into the open, his cock already mostly erect. Her slender fingers curled around his bared cock and she started to stroke without needing any prompting, pumping from near the base up to the head and doing so attentively, her motions slow but pleasurable.

''Mn...'' Leaning in he gave her another quick kiss, admiring how soft and addictive her lips were – enticing him to give her another, third kiss.

Uranami smiled into the kiss, reciprocating even as she ran her thumb over the head of his cock, sending a pleasant shiver through him. He laid his hand over her own and kept it moving, the mere act somehow heightening how lewd it felt – any such thoughts quickly drowned out as Uranami reclaimed his lips in a kiss. She held onto his shoulder with his free hand and he responded by groping her butt, gradually sliding it up towards her tail and running his fingers through the soft, slightly ticklish fur. He could never get enough of fluffing her tail.

''Mm...'' Uranami was the first to lean back from the kiss, her face just an inch from his own. ''Commander... do you want me to use my mouth?''

''If you're up for it.''

Uranami hummed, slowly sliding down his lap. ''Uranami is melting~''

The utterly flat tone she used, the way she held her arms up and waved them about as she slid down, made him chuckle – the sound twisting into a stiff moan as a pair of lips pursed around the head of his cock. Pale pink and plump they took easily a third of his shaft before sucking back up to the tip, allowing a wet, saliva-coated tongue to slither over the head several times, lubricating it before Uranami seamlessly took him back inside once more, several more inches disappearing between her delicate lips.

Reclining into his seat the Commander let out a softer groan as his dick was engulfed by her mouth. Uranami wasn't a stranger to giving blowjobs and it showed with how skilled she used her mouth; not just sucking her way along it but dragging her hot tongue over the tip of his shaft, moving it in slow, curling motions that left him shuddering in his seat. Whether Uranami noticed or not she continued to attend to his cock, her full lips engulfing more and more of his cock until she was nearly throating him; the tip just-barely nuzzling the back of her throat.

''Ah... mn, that's good...'' The Commander breathed, slipping his hand under her hood and petting her fox ears.

Uranami let out a muffled hum in response, her voice tickling his cock and her sucks becoming wetter and stronger, turning into slurps. When she tipped her head down far enough all he could see was her hood but he didn't push it off, knowing how much she liked wearing it. Instead he reached around and caressed the back of her head, pulling her down more and releasing a deep groan as the last few inches of his dick entered her mouth; briefly, but oh so pleasurably.

The Destroyer kneeling before him let out a hum and shifted her right hand down between her legs, audible shifting cloth – before she moaned around his cock as she started fingering herself. The angle hid most of the details but when he craned his neck to look he got a peek at her folds as she jammed two fingers inside of herself, aided when Uranami pulled her skirt up with her other hand, showing her smooth, puffy lips as she shoved her fingers deep inside herself, her mouth still busy entertaining his cock.

Just watching the cute fox-girl get off to blowing him turned the Commander on, but hearing her wet grunts and swallows only made it infinitely more arousing – her eyes fluttering shut as she focused solely on giving him head. The way her lips formed a lewd 'O' shape and grazed down his cock hurriedly felt intense, amplified further when her tongue started lashing at the tip between sucks, constantly stimulating his shaft and giving him no time to catch his breath. Uranami herself had trouble catching her breath too; coughing and grunting occasionally as she inhaled some of her own spit, her lower half jerking or tensing as her fingers jammed into herself.

''Haah~ Ohh yeah, that's it...'' The Commander sighed out, pleasure pulsing up his cock – waves of heat bubbling up his shaft and aching for release, particularly inside her warm wet mouth.

A prospect that became much more likely as Uranami used her tongue on his tip more actively; slithering it around the crown of his cock before flicking over the slit at the tip, teasing every part of his shaft without relent. Her left hand abandoned her skirt and groped at the base of his shaft, her handjob quick and stiff but made all the more pleasurable when she was actively blowing the top few inches of his cock, lavishing it with attention and leaving him pulsating with need.

No words were shared; both knew he was close. Groans spilled freely from his lips and he grabbed onto the arms of his chair tightly, his head reflexively tilting back before he consciously looked back down at Uranami, not wanting to miss a single second of her blowjob. The fox-girl just mewled around his dick and kept finger-fucking herself, her tail swishing avidly behind her and occasionally going rigid as she teased a sensitive part of herself; the thought only hastening his blissful end.

''Ah, hah, ahh...!'' His breathing hastened and his eyes involuntarily shut – and then with a harsh grunt, he came.

It took a conscious effort not to grab Uranami's head and shove her down his cock, his fingers digging into the armrests, but Uranami did that for him – dropping her hand and deep-throating him in an instant. Her tongue was hot against the underside of his cock as spurt after spurt of his cum went down her gullet, her lips pursed around the base and dutifully swallowing all of his load, the occasional suck or breath sending electric shivers through his loins and up his groin, forcing a staggered moan from his lips.

How long the moment lasted he didn't know, only that his cock burned with pleasure as Uranami dragged her lips back up it – before with a wet pop her lips left the tip, allowing her to breathe freely, albeit heavily. The fingers she had inside herself came out sticky and wet before she wiped them dry on her own sleeve, eyes never leaving his as she did so. Both knew they weren't going to stop here; it was hard to – nay, impossible to.

''Come on.'' The Commander breathed, taking her by the arms and hauling her up, prompting the weird fox-girl to climb onto his lap. ''Skirt up.''

Uranami obliged, panting as she revealed her glistening pussy lips. She stalled for time by taking her panties off all the way, kicking the lilac underwear off bit by bit until there was nothing to hide her smooth groin, the head of his still-erect cock grazing her folds a moment later. Uranami whimpered but he didn't tease her, merely pushing the head against her slit, about to penetrate her.

Had a knocking at the door not made both freeze up.

…

''Commander? Are you in?'' Helena's voice came through the door, earnest as ever.

The Commander looked at Uranami. The purple-eyed Destroyer blinked slowly, then brought a finger to her lips and hushed him, reaching down with that same hand to grasp his cock. Slowly she guided the throbbing tip to her entrance, shifted slightly down – and it took a real effort to hold back his voice as he sunk into Uranami's drooling, snug embrace. Just feeling those hot walls encircle his cock, pressing down on his length as she accepted more and more of his dick was an experience and a half, his hands tightly gripping her sides as he guided her down all the way.

Until eventually her groin was practically flush with his own, pretty much all of his cock snugly inside her. Another round of knocking came from the front – locked – doors but neither he nor Uranami made any move to go open them, nor even address Helena's presence. Instead his eyes were only on Uranami as he leaned in and kissed the petite fox-girl, caressing her tail with one hand and pulling her closer by the hip; drawing the kiss out for several more moments before the need to breathe finally drew them apart.

Only when they did so did the Commander rock his hips up, the thrust slow but firm. Uranami's lips parted but no sound escaped, though her expression alone told of her pleasure – encouraging him to do it again. This time the Destroyer took the hint and she started to move, silently moaning as she rose up to the head and then went down to the base, her slippery insides parting for his cock but squeezing him tightly immediately after, the snugness of her sex unlike anything he'd felt prior.

''You're so tight today.'' The Commander whispered to his lover.

''...you're twitching a lot, yup.'' Uranami mumbled back, leaning in.

He met her halfway; their lips mashing together and helping muffle their quiet groans, pleasure tingling through their connected parts as Uranami rode him. Though her movements were slow and paced at first they gradually picked up speed, her flesh meeting his as she swallowed up his cock to the hilt – every twitch of her pussy felt when they were so intimately connected. Dimly he registered that Helena walked away, presuming that he was out, and he made no move to correct that.

Instead he ran his hands up Uranami's front and undid her obi sash. It came loose easily and her kimono-like top spilled open, revealing a flat stomach and pair of small but shapely breasts; flat but pronounced. She didn't bother tying them down with a sarashi or anything either, allowing him to cup her small tits and rub circles around her nipples, eliciting a cute whine from his partner – the sound becoming muffled as their lips met in another passionate kiss, her fox-tail brushing over his thigh before curling just under his knee, holding onto him as best she could whilst riding him.

''Mn... Commander must be really horny, yup yup...'' Uranami mumbled out – a sweet moan leaving her lips when he bucked his hips. ''Nn... twitching so much, inside of me...''

''Because you're too cute when you get horny.'' The Commander grunted back, leaning down to suck on her left tit – earning himself a moan from his lover.

His lips drew away quickly only to pepper her small chest with a flurry of kisses, working his way back up to her lips. Uranami moaned and snaked one arm around his nape to pull them closer, prompting him to slide both hands under her clothes and around to her ass, groping it as he pulled it down and impaling Uranami onto his swollen length. The sensation of the head bumping against her innermost parts made her grunt and mewl, the sounds wobbling in pitch and gradually rising in tempo, her insides pressing in tightly around his shaft.

Their lips drew away from one another; hovering a mere inch or two apart and letting the Commander feel her quick, feathery-light breaths, soon tempting him to lean in and nip her bottom lip. Uranami whimpered at that and switched to grinding down on his cock, her loins pressing and shoving against his own as she stirred his cock around her insides, the sensation in turn eliciting grunts from the Commander and prompting him to thrust back; their movements short, hasty, rough.

''Close.'' Uranami got out, eyes screwing shut.

The Commander didn't waste the breath answering, merely holding onto the fox-girl tight and bucking his hips harder; grunts spilling past his own pursed lips and into the side of her hood. In a burst of movement he brought his lips against her own, the kiss quick and rough before he tucked her head into his collarbone, their hips still moving in short, jerky motions, his swollen shaft filling her pussy to the brim and pulsating with evident need, both knowing what was coming and chasing after it lest it get away.

''Yes... y-yes...!'' She clutched onto him, pitch rising to a squeak.

The Commander entered that slick, tight tunnel one more time – and suddenly a rush of warmth shot up his cock and he saw white. Burying himself as deep inside her as humanly possible he came undone, open-mouthed as he creampied the fox-girl and rode out his most intense orgasm in weeks; fire lancing up his cock as he spurted rope after rope of sticky hot cum inside her. His groin became wet with her own fluids but he hardly noticed beyond the wet clap of their flesh, their thrusts staggered and uneven as their bodies convulsed together, his warmth filling her receptive womb.

Then all of a sudden the rush waned, and Uranami moaned as she slumped against him. The Commander released a low exhale as well and slumped back against the chair, still clutching onto Uranami albeit gradually loosening his hold on her, his breathing heavy. Eventually Uranami found the strength to sit back up, both moaning as she raised herself up until his cock slipped out of her, her loins pressing down on his cock immediately after and pinning it to his groin.

''...hehe.'' A smile curled at Uranami's lips. ''Commander wants Uranami to become a rural-mommy, yup.''

''...I still don't see how that rhymes.''

''Stupid-doopid.'' She flicked his head, though her eyes gleamed with playfulness. ''You aren't done yet, are you? You better not be or it'll be too ee-zee~''

The Commander responded by way of grabbing her hips and rising to his feet, earning a light hum of surprise from Uranami. He carried her only a single step before setting her down onto his desk proper, his hands shifting down and removing her skirt from her body, earning a blush from Uranami herself. However the Destroyer didn't stop him even as he turned her onto her side and raised her right leg up, presenting her glistening-wet pussy to him and giving him an easy angle to rub his cock against her slit.

And then with a slow thrust he was back inside her narrow pussy, her walls slick with both her juices and his cum. The Commander let out a low, horny groan and rolled his hips forth until he was fully sheathed inside his lover; wasting no time in pulling out until the head was just inside and repeating the process, steadily building up speed until he was actively pounding the petite Destroyer. Every thrust resulted in a sound that tumbled easily from Uranami's lips, her moans sweet and her groans hot, both taking on a cute whimpering edge as he stirred up her sensitive insides.

''Mn... mess on the desk, mess on the bed, yup...'' Uranami managed to pant out.

''What can I say?'' He grunted back. ''Sex isn't exactly... hah, clean...!''

Uranami had no rhyme for that, settling for a cute moan instead as his swollen shaft speared back inside her, making her insides seize around his shaft in a snug grip. One that failed to stop him from dragged his length back out, his free hand coming to rest upon her limp left leg as he rammed her pussy – the raw slaps of flesh ringing out through the office alongside the dull thuds of the desk rocking back-and-forth slightly, loud enough he was briefly worried someone might hear if they entered the building.

Any such worries were pushed to the back of his mind as Uranami moaned needily, making him realise he'd slowed down. He rectified that immediately by pounding her with renewed force, fucking higher-pitched yelps out of Uranami that rung sweetly in his ears, one hand clutching at the edge of the desk as the other held onto her hood, keeping it down over her head as she took the thorough pounding, each impact rippling through her whole body.

Up until the Commander grasped her hood and pulled it back, revealing a head of silver-lilac hair and a pair of fluffy fox ears that twitched, sensitive after being suddenly exposed to the cool office air. Uranami didn't get a chance to pull it back down before the Commander claimed her lips in a kiss, his now-free hand going to the back of her fox ears and scratching them affectionately, instantly making her pussy tighten around his length from the rush of sensation that travelled down her spine.

''N-Nn~! Commander... touching there, b-by my hair...!''

Her insides constricted his swollen shaft, her grip so very tight and bringing him to his limit. It took considerable effort to keep scratching her behind the ears and move his hips at the same time, ploughing Uranami and making her cry out repeatedly, her hot tunnel begging for his seed-

-and with a throaty grunt he slammed in and gave her it, unloading within her. Uranami gave a single powerful spasm before flopping like against the desk, her insides strangling him tight and wringing out every last spurt he could deposit inside of her. The plentiful warmth made the fox-girl whimper, her ears twitching erratically and her eyes unfocused, lost in a sea of pleasure.

The Commander stayed where he was for several moments, enjoying the tight warmth embracing his cock, before with a long sigh he pulled out. ''Mn... we should probably get back to work now...''

Uranami made a dazed sound in response, slurring and disoriented.

''You wanna sit down and rest a bit?''

A thumbs-up answered him, and with a chuckle he petted her ears before helping her onto her own chair, giving her time to shake off her blissful daze.

Within the hour both were back to work as per usual, nobody being any the wiser.

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