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The city glowed with the soft light of a sunset, the golden hues casting long shadows as D and the Commander strolled down the park’s pathway. Her arm looped through his, fingers tracing idle patterns against the fabric of his sleeve. She leaned in, her voice a near whisper.
“Honey, isn’t this romantic?”
The endearment rolled off her tongue effortlessly, belying the sharp, calculating mind behind those crimson eyes. D was an assassin by nature, but tonight, she was the perfect picture of an enamored newlywed. The Commander swallowed, focusing on the rhythm of their steps. This was all practice—training for an upcoming mission that required seamless deception.
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, it’s... nice.”
D's lips curled, amusement flashing across her face. “You’ll have to do better than that, dear.”
Dinner was a quiet affair at an upscale restaurant, candlelight flickering between them. D toyed with the rim of her wine glass, her gaze never leaving his. Her sultry voice sent a shiver down his spine.
“You’re still too stiff, Honey.” She reached across the table, her fingers brushing against his hand. “Relax. Touch me like you mean it.”
His hand twitched beneath hers. He wasn’t sure what unsettled him more—the closeness or how naturally she slipped into this role. But he reminded himself: this was training.
With a steady breath, he turned his palm, fingers curling around hers. D’s smirk widened.
“Better.”
The quiet hum of the quarters felt deafening as they stood before the bed, a new exercise in their routine beginning. D tilted her head slightly, amusement dancing in her eyes as she caught him lingering just a bit too long.
She tilted her head. “This next step requires intimacy. You can’t hesitate.”
She turned, giving him a full view of how the dress curved over her form. The sleek gray material stretched over her backside, struggling to contain the fullness of her hips. The tightness left no room for imagination—the way it clung to every inch of her body was almost criminal. The deep cut of the dress barely concealed the soft swell of her chest, her black bra pushing against the thin material, threatening to make its presence known.
The Commander sat on the bed, exhaling slowly as D approached. She slid onto his lap with predatory grace, one knee pressing into the mattress beside him. His hands hovered, cautious, uncertain.
D tsked, a low chuckle escaping her lips. “Too careful.” She took his hands in hers, guiding them lower—settling at the curve of her hips. “There. That’s where a real husband’s touch would be.”
His breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away. This was just another exercise, another step in their routine.
And yet, as D leaned in, her voice a mere murmur against his ear, he couldn’t shake the feeling that, faux or not, this act was beginning to feel a little too real.
Adjusting onto his lap, she placed a hand on his shoulder, her large ass flattening against his groin. The feel of her high-rise panties through the fabric of her dress pressed against the bulge that began to form in his pants. She smirked, grinding her body slowly against his.
“Now it’s time to kiss me,” D whispered, her hand reaching up to caress the side of his face, “like you mean it.”
"Isn't this too far? I thought we were just testing acting skills here."
D's eyes glinted with a hint of danger. "You need to take this seriously. Our lives depend on our act."
He took in her intense gaze and, with a determined nod, closed the distance between them. His lips brushed against hers, hesitant at first, then growing bolder. She tasted sweet, her lips responding to his touch with an eagerness he hadn’t expected.
D's tongue slid across his, her desire to kick things up a notch becoming increasingly apparent to the Commander. His hands, which were still settled on her hips, felt her wiggle her body with growing fervor. He groaned into her mouth, his erection pressing hard against her covered cunt.
Using his groan as an opportunity, the Elysion slid her tongue deep inside his mouth. Her taste filled his senses and her scent—sweet and rich—left him dizzy. Her hips pressed against him, grinding in slow circles as his erection grew even larger. His hands, once hesitant, gripped her hips tightly, his fingertips sinking into the soft flesh of her supple ass.
"Mmm," she hummed softly. "That's better, honey."
As their tongues battled, she straddled his legs, leaning back to break the kiss. Looking down at her fake husband, a wide smirk spread across her face. She reached forward, running her fingers over his bottom lip.
"See, now that's how a real husband kisses his wife," she cooed, grinding her hips back and forth on his throbbing member.
"Fuck, D," he whispered. The sudden change in her attitude was making his mind reel. He felt like he was in some sort of weird dream and would wake up at any moment. However, the weight of her ass on his lap, and the feeling of his hard cock grinding against her panties, was enough to know that it was, in fact, all real.
"Is that your big cock I feel, honey?" she purred, her eyes narrowing to thin slits, her hips slowing to a crawl.
He gulped. "Uh... yeah. Sorry, I can't help it," the Commander apologized, his cheeks burning bright red.
D leaned forward, her large tits pressing against his chest. She ground her hips with purpose, her large ass flattening his member, rubbing against his balls. "Don't apologize. A wife loves to know her husband's excitement."
She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Are you excited, honey? Are you excited to be my husband?"
"D... I don't think..." He struggled to find the words, his breath hitching as she continued her relentless assault on his senses. Her movements were slow and deliberate, her hips grinding in a way that sent jolts of pleasure through him.
"Answer your wife, honey," D ordered, her tone playful, yet commanding.
"Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible. The weight of her on top of him, the feeling of her body pressed so close to his—it was intoxicating.
"Say it again, sweetie," she purred. "Louder."
"Yes!" The Commander's voice rose, filled with desire and need. He wanted her—needed her—and he couldn't deny it any longer.
"Good boy," D cooed, rewarding his obedience with another deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue danced against his, her lips moving in perfect sync with his own. The heat between them was electric, the air thick with anticipation. His hands wandered underneath her dress now, gripping her firm ass and kneading her flesh with growing need.
When their lips finally parted, D gazed into his eyes, her expression softening for a moment. She brought her hand to his cheek once more, caressing it gently. "We need to play our roles perfectly."
Her voice was laced with a mixture of urgency and affection as she slowly pushed him down onto the bed. She leaned over him, her large breasts dangling above his chest.
"We need to make sure we're ready," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "For any situation."
D's hand snaked down between their bodies, finding his erect cock. With deft movements, she undid his belt, unbuttoning his pants and pulling his zipper down. His mind reeled as his pants and boxers were tugged down his legs. Was this really happening? The thought of being intimate with D sent his mind into overdrive, and yet here she was, her fingers wrapping around his throbbing shaft.
"Wow, sweetie. You're bigger than I imagined," she purred, stroking him slowly. "You must be excited."
The Commander couldn't find the words, his body trembling under her expert touch. "D..." he managed, his voice thick with desire.
"Shhh, it's okay. Let me take care of you." With a gentle push, she nudged him back down onto the bed. "Just enjoy it. This is all part of the act, remember?"
D leaned down, her breath tickling the sensitive skin of his member. He felt the warmth of her mouth approaching, his heart racing in his chest. And then, without warning, she enveloped the head of his cock in the tight seal of her lips, sucking with a hunger that took his breath away. His hips bucked, pushing more of his length into her welcoming mouth. She took it with ease, her tongue swirling around him in a practiced rhythm that had him gasping for air.
"Fuck, D. That feels..." his words trailed off, lost in a groan of pleasure.
D hummed in satisfaction, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body. Her eyes locked onto his, filled with a wicked delight. As she bobbed her head, taking him deeper and deeper, her fingers caressed his balls, gently massaging them in her palm.
The tension built, the heat between them becoming unbearable. The Commander's hands gripped the bedsheets, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to hold on. But D wasn't done with him, not yet. She continued to work her magic, her tongue dancing along the underside of his shaft, teasing him relentlessly. Her lips glided up and down, her saliva coating his skin, making him slick and needy.
Slurping off of the Commander's cock, she spat whatever combination of pre-cum and spit she had in her mouth onto the head of his dick. She then wrapped her fingers around the pulsing shaft, pumping his cock with long, smooth strokes.
"Got to get you nice and ready," she teased, her hand working him with an expert touch. The sensation was both familiar and exhilarating, a rush of pleasure coursing through him.
"I'm going to fuck your brains out, sweetie," D promised, a seductive edge to her voice. "We've got to be prepared for any scenario."
The Commander couldn't help but nod, his mind lost in a haze of lust and desire. Before he could respond, D had moved to position herself atop him, her hips straddling him with confident grace. She reached down, her hands working to align him with her entrance. With a quick tug of her black panties to the side, she'd freed her sex, exposing her bare pussy lips to her lover.
With a slow, deliberate motion, D began to sink, his length disappearing into her depths. The warmth and tightness of her body enveloped him, and for a moment, everything else melted away. There was only them, their bodies intertwined in passion.
"Fuck, D," the Commander gasped, his voice barely a whisper, his mind racing with a mix of disbelief and raw desire.
D paused, allowing him a moment to adjust to the overwhelming sensation before continuing. Inch by inch, she took him deeper, her movements filled with a delicious, agonizing slowness. He could feel the walls of her sex gripping him, pulling him in, and he knew he was lost to her completely.
Buried to the hilt, D held still. Her eyes locked onto his, and he felt as if she could see straight into his soul. "I can't wait to watch you fill me up, honey," she whispered, her words sending a jolt of electricity through him.
Pulling her top down and releasing her breasts, she gave him an eyeful. "Play with my tits, sweetie."
The Commander's eyes grew wide at the sight of her freed assets. Her large breasts hung, swaying slightly with their movements, nipples stiff. Reaching out, he cupped her soft flesh, feeling the weight and smoothness of her skin against his palms. She arched her back, pushing herself into his hands as a soft moan escaped her lips. The sensation of his cock buried inside her, mixed with the feeling of her body pressing against him, was intoxicating. He gently squeezed her breasts, feeling the firmness beneath the softness, exploring every inch with his fingertips.
With a playful smile, D began to move, rocking her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. His cock slid in and out of her, her knees pressing into the bed as she rode him. Her cunt needed to get used to his length and girth, a possible mission could require a long, passionate fuck-session. Her tight pussy stretched and gripped his shaft with a delicious friction, making him groan with each motion.
The Commander closed his eyes, savoring the pleasure coursing through him. Her movements were slow and deliberate, teasing him with every rise and fall. The room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the rustling of sheets, and the gentle creaking of the bed beneath them.
Her bountiful breasts deformed slightly in the Commander's grasp as he kneaded the soft mounds of flesh. Pale and smooth, they almost seemed to glow in the dimly lit room. His thumbs traced circles around her nipples, the hardened buds responding to his touch. The more he played, the more she moved her body atop him. Her walls clenched his cock in response to his groping, and he couldn't help but smile. This trained killer was putty in his hands.
"Faster," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. His fingers tightened on her hips, urging her to quicken the pace, to take them both to the edge.
"Oh?" She chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Are you sure, sweetie? I don't know if you can handle it."
Her words were a challenge, and he met it head-on. "I want all of you," he growled, his grip tightening on her ass.
The Elysion leaned down, her hair falling around their faces, her lips inches from his. She paused, their breaths mingling in the heated space between them. "As you wish, honey," she whispered, her voice a seductive caress against his skin.
Sitting up straight D brought her feet under her rear, her toes digging into the mattress. Grabbing his hands, she entwined her fingers with his, using his grip as leverage. With a firm grasp and a smirk on her face, she began to bounce atop him, her large breasts swaying with each motion.
D's hips slammed against his, her body meeting his in a furious, primal rhythm. The room filled with the sounds of their gasping breaths, the creaking of the bed, and the slap of skin against skin. Her pace was relentless, her thighs tensing with each movement, and her breasts swaying in a hypnotic dance before his eyes. He couldn't tear his gaze away, captivated by her raw, uninhibited desire.
Her pale ass bounced up and down, high-rise black panties standing out in stark contrast to her milky white flesh. Her ass, full and beautiful, flattened against his groin, rippling with the force of her thrusts. Repeatedly she lifted herself, his shaft becoming visible as she pulled away. Then she let gravity drop her, her body weight pushing his cock deep inside her hungry cunt.
"Look at you," D murmured, her voice low and sultry. "So desperate for your wife's tight little pussy." She punctuated her words with a particularly hard thrust, grinding her hips against him, the pressure and friction sending waves of pleasure through him.
"D, I—" he began, but she cut him off with another powerful thrust, her eyes blazing with a mixture of lust and dominance.
"Shh," she whispered, her lips curling into a wicked grin. "Almost there."
D's pace became frenzied, her body moving in a wild, animalistic dance. The bed groaned beneath them, threatening to give way to the force of their passion. He felt the pressure building, the heat coiling within him, threatening to erupt at any moment.
D closed her eyes, her brow furrowing in concentration. She was close—so close. Her hips rolled and bucked, letting out deep hoarse moans. Not something one would normally expect to hear from a dainty housewife, but from a ravenous cock-craving slut? Absolutely. And that's exactly what D was at this moment.
A shudder ran through her, "Fuck...yeah...," she bit her bottom lip. Her fingers tightened around his, her nails digging into his skin. "Hold on, baby. Don't you dare cum yet. Cum with me. Don't... don't..."
Her voice trailed off, replaced by a guttural groan that reverberated through her body. She was no longer interested in acting or training. At this moment, all that mattered was her pleasure. Her back arched, her head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream as her orgasm crashed over her, a tsunami of ecstasy that swept away all thought and reason.
Artificial muscles clenched down on the Commander's shaft, squeezing his cock tightly as her pussy spasmed. Wetness dripped down his balls. He was right behind her, his hips thrusting up to meet hers, his cock buried deep within her, his seed spurting inside her in thick, hot bursts. Waves of pleasure washed over him, each one more intense than the last, leaving him gasping for breath.
Holding herself atop him, her body tensed, her legs trembling. One eye closed, her lips pushed into a tight frown as the Commander continued to empty himself into her depths. He felt his balls tighten, and his cock pulsate; every time he thought he was finished, he'd spasm again, and another load of hot cum would fill his assassin's hungry cunt.
D took it all. She was his lover. His wife. It's the least she could do, right? Her chest heaved, breasts bouncing with every panting breath. Her grip on his hands never loosened, holding him tight, steadying her body, keeping his throbbing cock buried deep inside her.
Finally, with a last shudder and a groan, the Commander's body relaxed, and he fell limp, spent, exhausted, and satisfied. D sighed and slowly dismounted her partner. Standing on top of the bed, she held the bottom of her dress up, exposing her well-fucked pussy lips and drenched black panties. Strings of sticky, messy, white jizz oozed from her puffy pink lips and down her inner thighs.
Her cool usual demeanor had returned, and she smirked down at her commander.
"Well, that should get us ready for any situation that might come up," D said with a straight face.
"Uh..." was all the Commander could muster. His eyes focused on her messy pussy and her toned, soft thighs.
"It shouldn't be difficult to get you to act like a real husband now," D hummed and looked down at the mess he made between her legs. "You filled your wife up nice and good, didn't you?"
The Commander's face burned red as a sheepish grin spread across his face.
"Well?" D questioned, her voice demanding a response. She lowered the front of her dress, the fabric cascading back down her legs, hiding the mess he had created on her body. She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side. "Do you have anything to say to your wife? After fucking her like that?"
"Thank you, honey," the Commander responded with a big, goofy smile, his brain struggling to process what had just transpired. "And, I love you?"
D looked at her lover, his naked lower half looking pathetic. He lay in a crumpled heap of post-orgasmic bliss and confusion, his cock slowly deflating, covered in his cum and her juices. The room stank of sex—the heady, musky scent of their coupling hung thick in the air.
"Good enough." Her wife persona slipped back on like a comfortable pair of panties; D sauntered off the bed, heading towards the bathroom. "Come along honey," she purred, glancing over her shoulder. "Time for our bath. A wife takes care of her husband, after all."