D | Nikke Goddess of Victory | EP 1 (Patreon)

| REQUEST |

After a brutal day holding back frustration, the Commander stepped into his quarters. He was greeted by the intoxicating sight of D, standing at the stove in that tight grey dress that hugged every curve like a secret begging to be touched. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His hands found her waist from behind, pulling her close, lips pressing against her neck with growing hunger. She flinched, surprised, but didn’t stop him. Not when his breath was warm against her skin. Not when his fingers began tracing every line of her body like he already knew where she wanted to be touched.

Her defenses cracked the moment his palm cupped her breast, thumb grazing her through the fabric. A soft gasp escaped her lips, and then her hips began to move, slow, grinding, deliberate, pressing into his hardness with a silent plea. She was trembling, not from fear, but from the thrill of finally being wanted like this. Her body spoke what her words wouldn’t: she needed this, craved it, had imagined it. Tonight, she wouldn’t be a soldier. She’d be his. And he had no intention of holding back.