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If Seofon were to describe the captain, he would say that she is a whirlwind of a little lady. As trite as it is to describe her as such, there is no other fitting description: Djeeta goes as she pleases, hardly allowing anyone or anything to get in her way.
Of course, such a description is apt for the way she battles.
Seofon grins as Djeeta lunges at him, sidestepping the captain before she goes for another blow. She acts swiftly, a fire in her eyes as she calculates and plans accordingly to Seofon's next move. A bead of sweat rolls down Seofon's forehead, but the smile on his face remains. For someone as young as the captain, she fights like warrior who's fought at a million battlefields... which, knowing what the captain and her crew gets up to, may as well be true. Still, it is a bittersweet feeling for Seofon to see the power that the captain holds.
Although... His gaze drifts down to her bare legs, the sky blue dress she wears slitted on both sides. The captain wears a myriad of outfits depending on her mood, often times wielding different weapons based on a certain oufit, but the one she wears today is one that Seofon has never seen before. Her waist is tied with some kind of black corset, black cloth woven in between her breasts. Even her arms are almost as bare as her legs despite the short gloves she wears, to the point that he can see the sides of her boobs. Seofon bites the underside of his lip. Quite a crafty move on the captain's part, wearing such an ensemble to a battle.
(Although one's attire is also part of any battle, which was why Seofon had worked so hard on making the Eternals' uniform as cool and awe-inspiring as it is right now).
But, a moment's distraction is all that it take for the captain to pounce. In a fraction of a second, Seofon is on the ground, the captain's sword at his throat.
"Having an off-day, Seofon?" Djeeta asks teasingly, a smirk on her face. Despite her prim and proper appearance, sweat gleams on her skin, her hair threatening to spill from the ponytail she has up. "I swear that's the fastest I've bested you... You weren't going easy on me, were you?"
"If both of us were to go all out, I'm not sure the Grandcypher could handle it," Seofon says with a wink. "But, you've certainly improved since last we sparred. Big brother's going to have to up his game or else this cute little captain's going to overtake him."
Despite the lightness of his tone, there is a slight edge to it. As much as he wants to play it off, the captain is growing at an alarming speed. It's not going to be too long until even someone like him will start doubting his odds against her.
Still, the winner of this match is decided. Djeeta's eyes glint in the sunlight, her breath quickening slightly. Perhaps it is a testament to her own desperation, to the flame already lit under her skin, but she does not even grace Seofon with an answer to his quip. Djeeta merely grabs him by the hair and shoves his face in between her legs, her dress making it quite easy for her to lead him where she wants him most. Seofon makes a noise of protest at the sudden action, but really, what else can he expect from the cheeky skyfarer?
Even her hard-on is within Seofon's expectations, although he cannot help but notice that the captain had been neglecting to wear underwear this whole time. He snorts under his breath before he takes her cock whole in his mouth, the captain already slick. Seofon can hardly blame her for being impatient; he knows, after all, how a fellow alpha feels during this time.
And Djeeta must have been feeling very desperate indeed, for the moment Seofon takes her in, she immediately thrusts herself deeper in until Seofon almost gags from the sudden fullness in his throat. Djeeta, on the other hand, growls, a deep satisfying sound that persists as she moves in and out of Seofon's mouth, her grip on his hair tight as she guides his head according to her whims.
Though tears threaten to prick at Seofon's eyes, he hums into her heat, dragging his tongue as best as he can under her shaft. Truly, Djeeta is at her cutest when she pushes herself, when the flush on her cheeks betrays her. Watching her lose herself now but still try to keep herself together enough to return Seofon's stare with an even, if not a heated gaze threatens to make Seofon burst himself.
Instead, he brings his hands to either side of her thighs, fingernails digging into her as he steadies himself. The brief instance of pain is enough to make Djeeta swell even further, and the captain grunts as she lodges herself deeper into Seofon, her knot locking him in place. While she snaps her hips in short, frenzied bursts in an effort to bring herself over the edge, Seofon drags his fingers down her thighs, a trail of red in his wake.
Soon enough, the captain lets herself go, and Seofon drinks her in full, letting the bitter taste fill his senses as he takes in the throw of Djeeta's head. When Djeeta calms down enough that Seofon can finally move away, she tightens her grip on his hair, pulling him away as she tilts his head up towards her.
"Care for another round?" she asks, eyes glittering in the sun as she lets go. Seofon chuckles, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he gets up on admittedly wobbly legs. He picks up his fallen weapon and holds it at the ready.
"Anytime you'd like!"
...Though Seofon can't say he likes his chances with his own sword pointed between his legs.