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“They were left under your care, Adam,” Sera sighed.
Adam took a long drag out of his cup, and squinted at her. “What are you talking about? I take good care of them,” he said.
Sera’s eyes narrowed in disapproval. Lute didn’t really disagree with his assessment, but the High Seraphim looked like she did. She wanted to shift from foot to foot under her gaze, but remained unmoving. “The condition of her wings is unacceptable,” Sera said.
Lute still didn’t move, but she was almost hurt. She knew they were plain, probably ugly looking compared to Adam’s beautiful ones, but she liked them. They matched her sisters’, and she liked that too.
Adam smacked his lips, looking annoyed. He turned around to look at them, and Lute kept very still. He shrugged. “I dunno what the fuck you’re talking about, bitch looks fine to me.”
Adam was treading on dangerous ground, from the way Sera was looking at him. “Leave her here then,” Sera said. “I’ll return her when I’m done.”
Adam made an exasperated noise. “We got training and shit,” he complained. Adam did jackshit with training, but Lute said nothing. Sera slowly raised an eyebrow, and he folded. “Alright, whatever, but don’t come bitching to me when the numbers are worse this extermination,” he said. Adam slouched, walking off in a sulky huff.
Lute wasn’t really sure what to do, so she just didn’t move.
“Did Adam not show you how to preen your wings?” Sera asked, and her tone was much gentler. “You’re quite old.”
He hadn’t, but Lute obviously wasn’t going to make her commanding officer look bad in front of his superior. “He did, Your Highness. I just failed to follow through,” Lute said.
“I doubt that,” Sera said mildly. Shutting up and following orders was almost always the safest course of action, so Lute kept quiet. Sera sighed, and cleared her desk with a sweep of her hand. “Sit here, and pay attention,” she said.
“Yes, ma’am,” she perched awkwardly on the desk, not sure what to do with herself. Sera remained seated, but she could feel her eyes on her back, looking at her wings. Lute rested her palms on her thighs, and tried to keep her back as straight as she could. Sera sighed again, and pulled her left wing out, fully extending it.
“Keep it there,” Sera ordered.
Lute was horrifyingly distracted by the brief touch. Her sisters had touched her wings, but generally when they were tussling, or maybe accidentally when they curled up with each other at night. Not intentionally, and not that gentle. Lute swallowed very carefully. “Yes, Your Highness,” she said.
Lute watched Sera’s fingers slip under her plumage, straightening a feather and aligning it with its neighbor. She was glad her back was to her, because there was no way feeling like this was normal. “Like that,” Sera said. “Having them all over the place like you do makes you fly worse. You’ll crash land the second there’s precipitation.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Lute said, struggling to control her tone. Sera was still rapidly aligning her feathers, and the touch was beginning to send heat south. Lute got the feeling that if her wings were ever fucked up again, there would be consequences for both her and Adam. She did her best to focus intently on what Sera was doing instead of the warmth pooling between her legs.
“You have debris, even,” Sera continued, and she sounded disapproving now instead of her previously mild tone. Her fingers stroked deeper into her plumage, sweeping away the dirt and dust that had blended in. Lute dug her fingernails hard into her thighs, desperately swallowing the moan. She tried to keep her head turned away to hide her flush as best she could while still looking like she was paying attention. Her reaction couldn’t be normal, or Sera wouldn’t have offered.
“Take your shirt off,” Sera said. “So I can see the base.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Lute said. Sera sounded impatient with her still, and she hurriedly yanked her tunic off. It messed with some of the feathers that Sera had just straightened, and she hoped she wouldn’t be mad about it. Sera sighed, sounding exasperated with her, and combed firmly through the fluff where her wing met her skin.
Lute moaned before she could help it, her back arching and her wings flexing out. She froze, unsure what to do. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” Lute said nervously. Sera’s fingers were still in her fluff, and she fought with herself to not arch her back more into it.
“Common response,” Sera said neutrally. “Do you want to stop? You have the basics.”
Lute did not, but that sounded like a weird fucking thing to say. “I wasn’t completely following, ma’am,” Lute said shakily.
Sera made a vaguely disapproving humming noise. “Take this off, then,” she said, tracing her finger along Lute’s sports bra.
Lute wasn’t really sure where Sera wanted to take this, but she didn’t really care. “Yes, ma’am,” she said. The bra was a lot tighter than her tunic, and she knew she definitely messed up some of her feathers. Sera thumbed through her fluff again, and Lute shifted to try and cover up her hardening nipples as the pleasure curled through her. She was wet too, and she was a little afraid it might be visible through the thin material of her leggings.
“Were you not trained to sit at attention?”
Lute licked her lips nervously, returning her palms to her thighs. Sera started aligning her feathers again, slowly dragging her fingers down each one. Lute whimpered, wanting nothing more than to start touching herself. Sera ignored her, and when she reached the end of the row of feathers, scratched firmly along the base.
Lute moaned again, her hips pushing up involuntarily, looking for friction. Her leggings provided nothing for her aching clit to rub against, and she squirmed.
“You were told to sit at attention,” Sera said flatly.
“S-sorry, ma’am,” Lute managed, stilling herself as best she could.
“Take those off,” Sera ordered.
Lute didn’t even hesitate, praying maybe she would touch her. Or let her touch herself. She had to work her boots off first, and then the leggings. She winced, embarrassed, because she had to peel them away from her soaked pussy, and she sat back on the desk. Lute returned her hands to her thighs, and just the air on her clit made her pussy twitch.
Sera let go of her wing, moving around in front of her desk to appraise her. Lute wanted to slouch to hide herself, but made herself keep her back straight and her legs shoulder width apart. “You’re dripping on my desk, lieutenant,” Sera said, vaguely disapproving.
That made her clit throb and her pussy contract. Sera crouched down to inspect her closer, and Lute twitched her legs apart a little more. She desperately wanted her to touch her, slide her fingers into her, but Sera stood up again. She was looking at her breasts, and Lute arched her back more, eager for her to touch. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” Lute said, and her voice was thick and desperate.
Sera moved back around to sit at her desk, and Lute made herself hold still. “I can see you,” Sera warned. She’d left an orb, and maybe it was reflecting things to her, Lute wasn’t sure. “Spread your legs,” she ordered, pulling Lute’s wing back out again.
Lute whimpered, but scooted back enough to be able to brace her heels on the desk. She was so helplessly exposed, and Sera’s fingers in her wing had a rush of fluid leaking down her thigh. “Y-yes, Your Highness,” Lute said. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but she held it.
“Touch yourself,” Sera commanded.
“Thank you, ma’am,” Lute managed, eagerly sinking one and then two fingers into herself. She rotated her hand to rub her clit greedily against her palm, and her head lolled back a little in bliss. Sera stroked firmly down through her feathers, and Lute shuddered, that rapidly driving her close.
“Stop,” Sera said.
Lute made a pathetic noise, teetering on the edge of the best orgasm of her life, but pulled her hand away. Sera kept petting through her feathers, gently scratching the flesh underneath, and Lute bucked her hips up, rutting against the air. It was so good, and she wanted to cum so badly. She moaned, swaying her hips back and forth.
“Is Adam forgetting other things too?” Sera asked.
It took a little for that to penetrate through the haze of pleasure. “N-no, ma’am,” Lute panted. She forced herself to still, keeping her legs spread. Her muscles were beginning to ache, and she was so turned on she hurt, but she was disciplined. She was well trained, and she would obey any command her superiors gave.
“Again,” Sera ordered.
Lute swallowed her whine and curled her fingers back into herself. “Yes, ma’am,” she said breathlessly. Her clit throbbed painfully, but she ignored it. She was too close to risk it. Lute managed to barely keep her hips still, but she fucked herself hard with her fingers. She hurriedly added a third, swallowing her moans as Sera continued stroking her feathers. Lute wanted to sob and beg her to cum, but her drive to obey, to please, won out. Sera scratched at her fluff near her shoulder blades again, and Lute desperately fought back the orgasm, slowing her pace.
“Stop,” Sera commanded again.
Lute immediately pulled her fingers loose, almost relieved, and her pussy frantically squeezed down, chasing the orgasm. She couldn’t help her barely audible pleading whine, but she smothered it as best she could. Her hips briefly twitched with every gentle scratch through her feathers, but it was only enough to hold her painfully on the edge.
Sera pushed Lute’s right wing over her shoulder, and it took her several seconds to register it. “Did you learn anything?” Sera asked.
Lute looked sluggishly at her wet fingers, sliding them into her mouth to lick them clean. “Yes, ma’am,” she mumbled around them. Her hands were shaking, but she managed to clumsily interlink a few of her feathers neatly together. It didn’t feel anywhere near as good as when Sera did it, but she was keyed up enough it sent sparks of pleasure through her anyway.
“You stayed on top of your pinfeathers at least,” Sera said.
More pleasure curled through her at the half compliment, and Lute thought she might burst. “Thank you, ma’am,” she said. It took all of her concentration to do a few more feathers, and she’d never realized just how huge her wingspan was. Lute wanted to cum so badly, and possibly having to finish both her wings and then make it back to the barracks before she could made her want to cry. She determinedly finished another feather, and her thighs and calves were beginning to shake with the effort of keeping her legs spread.
Sera gently spread her fingers across Lute’s belly, pushing her flat, and she had to awkwardly twist to stop herself from falling off her desk. Her wing flapped a bit to try to help keep her balance, and Lute fumbled at it, careful not to mess up the feathers. She was keenly aware of how close Sera’s hand was to her aching pussy, and it took her several tries to align the next feather with the rest.
Sera’s finger gently brushed over her clit, and Lute made a strangled sobbing noise, barely holding still. She knocked the feather up, and her hands were trembling wildly as she tried to smooth it back down. If she thought about anything else other than the feather she was working on, she’d shatter.
Sera gently extracted her wing from Lute’s grasping fingers, pulling it away. Lute whimpered at the loss of her distraction, and made a sobbing moan as Sera pet through that one. She felt like she’d been at the edge forever, obediently refusing to fall. Sera pressed her finger firmly against her clit, and Lute bit down so hard on her cheek she tasted blood to stop herself from grinding up.
“Come,” Sera ordered her, one hand scratching the base of her wings, and the other rubbing at her clit. Lute instantly obeyed, seeing stars before her vision whited out as she thrashed through the best orgasm of her life.
Lute slowly came to, and was vaguely aware Sera must have redressed her at some point. She’d pulled her off the desk onto her lap, and her hands were working through her wings. Lute kept her eyes closed, feigning sleep. It still felt so good, but she was so sated and tired now.
“I don’t know where you learned to behave so well, but it wasn’t from Adam,” Sera said. Lute curled closer, pleased at the compliment. Sera pulled one of her wings out, and Lute forced her eyes open to pay attention. “I finished these for you, and they should look like this all the time,” Sera warned. “Whether you, Adam, or your sisters do it. Show the others too.”
“Yes, Your Highness,” Lute rasped out. “Thank you, Your Highness.”
Sera let go, going back to petting her wings. Adam would come looking, or Sera would kick her out, and she did have a mission, but for now Lute closed her eyes again.