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~ Taking Care of You ~
You're half-undressed in the break room when the General walks in. This situation is entirely your fault, because the break room is not the place to change your clothes, but you just spilled hot soup all over yourself, so it's understandable that you'd want to take your jacket and pants off immediately. The soup had even soaked into the shirt you had on under your jacket, so now you're standing there in front of him wearing nothing but your underclothes.
You awkwardly babble out an apology and explanation, but he's not listening. The General is staring intently at a certain point of your body. (There's a picture of a panda's face printed on the front of your panties, a fact which has currently slipped your mind.)
As he continues to stare inappropriately (not that you mind being stared at that way by him), your body reacts to the intensity of your superior's attention by readying itself to accept him as a mate - a perfectly normal biological response which you should not be embarrassed about at all.
You can't help but feel a little bit embarrassed as fluid seeps into the fabric of your panties. The General is still staring right between your legs and he must be able to see the reaction your body is having to his prolonged gaze. (It looks like panda is drooling now, not that you're aware of this little detail.)
Still staring, he slowly steps toward you, as if in a trance. Once he has closed the distance, he reaches out a hand.
Before his fingers have a chance to make contact, however, he snaps out of his trance with a gasp.
The General looks pointedly away from you, his gaze falling to the pile of soup-soaked clothes on the floor. His expression softens as he realizes what happened.
He apologizes for looking at you inappropriately as he takes off his cloak and wraps it around your shoulders. It's so heavy that your knees buckle under its weight. The General sighs and scoops you up into his arms.
You close your eyes and enjoy the sensation of being cradled against his muscular chest. This is probably the only opportunity you'll ever have in your life to be held by him like this. Envious whispers follow the two of you through the hallways.
You're only expecting him to carry you to the locker room, so that you can change into your spare set of clothes, so it comes as a surprise when you find yourself being set down on the edge of the General's desk in his office. When you express this aloud, he tells you gruffly, "I'll give you your release since I'm the one who instigated your arousal."
You must be imagining things, because you could swear you see him blush slightly as he says it.
"Please take care of me," you reply.
He parts the folds of the cloak to expose your body to him, but leaves it draped over your shoulders for warmth.
You tilt your face up and he leans down to softly kiss your lips. His hands land on your waist, then slide up your sides and around your back to unfasten your bra. He doesn't break the kiss as he takes the garment off and sets it aside.
Getting your panties off is a little more complicated, but when the General starts to pull away from you, you fist your hands in the collar of his shirt and pull him back into the kiss.
He makes a small amused sound in the back of his throat as you pull one leg up to get your foot through the leghole, freeing your underwear to slide down the length of your other leg. They catch around your ankle and you kick them off onto the floor.
The General slides a hand between your thighs, and finds you slick and ready for him. He softly teases your outer folds for a few short moments (too short, in your opinion), and you feel bereft when his fingers lose contact with your intimate flesh.
Then he is gently prying your hands from his collar and pulling away from you, and you look up at him in confusion. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead as he lets go of your hands. Then he drops to his knees, and suddenly his actions make sense to you. He doesn't want to risk procreating while in the middle of a protacted siege on another planet, so he's simply going to pleasure you instead of mating with you properly.
You spread your legs for him and he buries his face between your thighs, lapping gently at your outer folds before slipping his tongue inside. You brace your palms against the desk, but soon find yourself burying your hands in his hair to pull him closer as pressure starts to build at the base of your spine.
The General slides a hand up your thigh to press his thumb against the hard little nub above your entrance. You cry out as he begins to rub it in a strategic pattern that alternates with the strokes of his tongue inside you. What was previously a steadily building pressure quickly spirals into a desperate need as the core of your body reacts to his expert ministrations.
You arch your back as all of the muscles in your body tense, and a wave of pure euphoria engulfs you. The General is rewarded for his efforts with the sound of your pleasured cries and a hot burst of fluid flooding his mouth.
Afterward, he gives you a towel to wipe yourself off with while he summons someone to bring you a fresh set of clothing. His cloak wags its tail happily as you pull it close around your naked body while awkwardly waiting for your clothes to arrive.
Once you're dressed and the cloak is back in its rightful place around the General's shoulders, you snatch up your discarded bra from the top of his desk and stuff it in your pocket, then bid him an awkward "See ya tomorrow!" and turn to leave.
On your way out the door, he tells you to take the rest of the day off. And also to make sure you eat something, since you didn't get to eat your soup at lunch time.
It isn't until much later that you realize you forgot your panties in the General's office. And, well. There's definitely no way you're going to go and ask him to give them back...
~end~