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The amount of times that Tally had fantasised about this exact scenario was bordering on the ridiculous.
Most nights, in the early hours of the morning, in the pitch darkness, she will think of General Alder. More specifically, being bent over General Alder’s desk as she is rigorously fucked from behind.
Tally had highly doubted that the general owned a strap-on in real life, but fantasy Alder wielded one like it was an extension of her own body. Very much how she operated every aspect of her life, with the utmost precision. Fantasy Alder would dig crescent moon shaped indentations into the flesh of her hips and Tally would almost bite through her bottom lip as she silents the cry threatening to spill as her hand works furiously under the covers.
But on this occasion, Alder isn’t a figment of her imagination. She is very much real, and Tally’s head is spinning.
It had all started when she had walked in on the general exercising.
This was…new. Tally had never seen Alder in any other attire other than her formal dress blues, but when she had burst in unannounced, what greeted her was truly a sight to behold. Donning a cropped, form fitting top that ended just below her breasts and skin-tight leggings was Alder, on the floor, doing push-ups.
Tally’s question had died on her lips in an instant and her mouth had gone incredibly dry.
She stood in the doorway mouth agape, and for a moment, Alder didn’t acknowledge her presence. She just continued to pant with exertion, the muscles in her back rippling with the effort of lowering herself to the ground and back up again. Tally noticed perspiration glistening at the small of Alder’s back and for one brief moment, imagined licking a stripe across her skin.
The thought made her flush furiously and she had to avert her gaze.
It soon became apparent that the image of the general at full height was going to do more damage to the cadet than her form during exercise. Stood with hands on her waist, chest rising and falling heavily, Alder finally addressed her.
“Cadet Craven, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
Tally had baulked at that word. Pleasure.
“Erm-“ Tally had started, but she couldn’t finish. Her mind had completely melted. No coherent thought remained in her head. Staring intensely at her boots, the idea of bolting like a frightened fawn became more and more appealing.
“It’s okay Tally, you can look”
I can look? What is happening right now?
So she does, she does chance a look, and very quickly comes to the realisation that she must be close to fainting at this point, her skin is on fire.
Awkwardly, the first place her gaze lands is at the juncture of the general’s thighs, where she is sure there is a slight, bulge? No, surely not.
“You’ve been having, thoughts about me, haven’t you cadet?”
It’s said as more of a statement rather than a question and Tally swallows thickly, eyes shooting up towards Alder’s face.
“What do you mean General?” her voice comes out as an almost squeak and she cringes inwardly.
“Oh come now, it isn’t the time to be coy. Where is the girl who usually has the confidence to come barging in here demanding answers in the dead of night?”
Alder begins to advance towards Tally, a prowl almost. Like a predator eyeing up its prey.
“I know very well what you’ve been thinking about. Unfortunately maybe, for you. Our connection was never truly severed and I have become rather, intimately, so to speak, entwined with your thoughts”
A small yelp works its way from Tally’s throat.
“I believe my desk usually plays the starring role?”
If there ever was a time for the ground to open up and swallow her whole, it would be about now.
“I- I’m sorry general I-“
“No need to apologise, it’s not your fault. Although, I am curious how your usual demeanour that is so intent on standing up to me, seems to be at odds with your little night time musings. In your fantasies you seem desperate to please me”
Alder cocks her head to the side as a warm hand reaches up to cup Tally’s cheek and she whines softly.
“What is it Tally? Guilt? Do you think you should be punished for disrespecting your superior?”
A thumb begins to stroke back and forth soothingly.
Tally’s breath catches in her throat and she nods.
“And you think that being held down against my desk as I fuck you is a suitable punishment?”
Tally nods again. “Yes, I-“
“Use your words cadet”
“I think that I should be put in my place, after speaking out of turn. Ma’am, I mean er- General”
Alder hums lowly in response and moves even closer, leans in so that her lips are a hair’s breadth away from Tally’s.
“Your recent disobedience has been disappointing cadet, I previously held you in such high regard, I thought you were-“
She pauses and takes a deep breath in, exhaling the sigh slowly against the quivering lips before her.
“A good girl”
Tally gasps and a shiver works its way down the length of her spine.
“I am, I mean- I want to be, truly I do”
Alder hums once more, takes Tally’s lower lip between her teeth and gives a tug, drags the motion out agonisingly slowly. The breath that leaves Tally’s lungs comes out shakily, ending on a high pitch of a moan.
“Then be a good girl and go and sit on the edge of my desk”
Tally does, although she’s not sure how her legs manage to get her there. Large eyes watch on in shock as Alder drops to her knees and she begins to undo her belt.
“I’m not a monster, I’m going to make sure you’re completely ready for me. Although something tells me you’re already halfway there”
There’s a glint in the general’s eyes as she slides Tally’s trousers down slender legs and Tally is breathing heavy now, her lip caught snug between her teeth. The ghost of Alder’s touch still lingering there.
Once boots are discarded along with the trousers, Alder takes milky thighs in her hands and parts them.
She chuckles lowly.
“Oh cadet, you are absolutely soaked for me already, perhaps you don’t even need my mouth?”
Tally almost chokes on air. She’s pretty sure she could come without even being touched at this point. The hungry look in the general’s gaze is making her legs quiver.
But no, she desperately, definitely, needs her mouth. She needs it like she needs air to breathe.
Alder is staring at her intently, right between the thighs. The standard issue light grey underwear very clearly darkened by her arousal. She leans in, runs her nose up the length of her through the material. Breathing in deeply.
Alder groans.
“You smell positively delectable. But you’re going to have to tell me what you want, if you really are a good girl”
Tally flushes a deep red. She can feel the heat creeping slowly up her neck. This is so beyond any of her wildest dreams, she feels alive yet torn apart all at once. She just might die from this experience.
The revelation that the general has seen her deepest darkest thoughts is embarrassing enough, but now? Being asked to verbalise that she wants the general of the United States army’s tongue deep inside her? She just cannot handle it.
She lets out a distressed whimper and averts her gaze from the crouching woman before her.
“At ease cadet. Would it help for you to know that hearing what you have to say would please me greatly?”
Well, that would help. Wouldn’t it? Deep down she does want nothing more than to make her general happy. Despite her frustrations in seeking the truth, her entire life she has looked up to Sarah Alder, wanted desperately to be seen by her, to make her proud.
Tally takes a deep breath.
“I- would very much like for you to use your mouth on me, please general”
Alder smiles, warm and inviting, and it makes Tally smile back. Dimples appearing.
“So polite. I appreciate that, so much. Very well. I simply cannot wait to devour you”
The first touch of the general’s tongue almost has Tally convulsing already.
“Oh…. Goddess”
Her exploration is slow, languid strokes mapping out every inch of skin. Alder hums against her core, the vibrations heightening the sensations further. She dips between silken folds, lapping at her, drinking her in like the finest whiskey.
“You taste divine”
Tally whines, slapping one hand hard on the desk behind her and one across her face. This is so much, almost too much.
When Alder’s tongue finally reaches her hardened bundle of nerves, Tally jerks with a cry and without thinking, reaches down and takes Alder’s ponytail in a death grip.
The general growls, hooking her arms around the cadet’s thighs and holding her still.
She sucks Tally’s clit into her mouth and Tally mewls.
“General, I- wow, I think I’m close to-“
With that, the delicious torture comes to an abrupt end and Tally is left panting and confused as Alder gets to her feet.
“Turn around cadet, hands on the desk”
Not knowing what is happening behind her sends a shiver through Tally.
She waits, and she waits, and she waits. It seems as if the general is taking her time on purpose.
“Let’s take this jacket off hmm? I want to feel your skin on mine”
Tally shrugs off the only article of clothing left on her body and gasps as the cool air of the office hits her. Nipples immediately hardening into stiff peaks.
Alder tuts. “No bra? I think undergarments are very much a part of standard uniform Craven”.
The cadet blushes at the admonishment but soon forgets what Alder just said when she feels a hand smooth across her back.
“Part your legs”
Tally’s eyes roll back as suddenly one, then two fingers slide easily into her and set a slow pace.
“Are you ready for me cadet?”
“Y-yes” Tally gasps.
“Are you sure? You’re so very tight around my fingers, I’m not sure you can handle me”
“Please let me try general, I want- I need you. I need this.”
Being without the general’s touch once more makes Tally almost want to scream petulantly. She’s never been so worked up before. Her skin is tingling, the knot in the pit of her stomach is coiled to an almost uncomfortable degree and she can barely breathe.
But then she feels it for the first time. Between her thighs. Collecting her wetness in the slow drag it takes, up and down, up and down, threatening to dip inside with every downwards motion.
“Tell me Craven. In your fantasies, am I gentle with you? Or am I commanding, ruthless?”
Tally moans low in her throat as the head makes contact with her clit.
“Ruthless, always ruthless”
“Oh? But what if I want to tease you? Drag this out? Make you beg for it?”
Alder smiles at the whine that reaches her ears.
“What if I want you a mess? Shaking and unable to form words? Have you close to breaking?”
Then the head is there, and it’s slowly, finally pushing, entering.
There’s a hand on the small of her back, no force behind it, but a reminder to stay still.
“There you go” Alder mutters. Tally’s entire body tightens.
“Deep breaths, just relax”
Tally focuses on the soothing quality of Alder’s voice, of the slight pain that is quickly turning into pleasure, the way she’s gripping the toy, the way she wants more and it’s almost as if Alder can sense it, almost as if she just knows, so she presses on, and soon enough she’s buried in her cadet all the way to the hilt.
When the general begins to move, Tally almost sees stars. Slow but with purpose, she can feel every nerve ending spark and come alive inside her. The feeling is exquisite and she feels so full. The most full she has ever been.
“Good girl. You’re taking me so well”
Tally shudders and wishes she has something to hold on to. To ground her. Keep her in touch with this plane of existence.
It was bound to feel like this. With the most powerful witch on the planet. The general. With years and years of life experience. But still, she wasn’t quite expecting to feel so completely untethered. This is more than having a little crush, this is more than having your wildest fantasy come true. She knows she is not only experiencing her own emotions, but Alder’s as well. Their connection. It’s their connection.
The need for more, but also the urge to lose control. She feels them both at the same time. Alder. Alder is barely managing to hold back. Just like in her fantasy.
She knows the way this will go, and it does.
The groan of relief when Alder takes hold of her hips and begins rutting into her. The way she pants against Tally’s neck when she brings her up away from the desk and flush against her body, fingers around the front of her throat and Tally realises that the general’s top is gone. Pebbled nipples against her back. She reaches a hand around, palms at the general’s hip, as if she can’t get her close enough. As if she could ever be close enough.
Tally’s moans are constant. She briefly worries about being overheard but the pleasure quickly overshadows the need to be quiet. How can she be quiet when she has Sarah Alder nipping at her neck, telling her how good she’s being, fist full of her auburn hair, the sound of being fucked to within an inch of her life almost obscene. She can feel the way she’s dripping down her thighs.
When she comes, it’s with the general’s hand covering her mouth. There will likely be teeth marks she will have to apologise for later but right now her body is quivering and colour is sparking in front of her eyes. She barely registers the way Alder is whispering to her.
“So good, so pretty for me. You did so well for me”
What Tally didn’t expect was to find herself on her back in front of the fireplace five minutes later.
One leg over the general’s shoulder, her arms cradling her leg like it’s the most precious thing Alder has ever held, as she rolls her hips sensually.
“Fuck- general” Tally groans. She’s still so sensitive from being bent over her general’s desk, and now she has the delicious drag and pull of Alder’s cock filling her so deeply from this new angle.
Alder doesn’t take her eyes off her, the eye contact is almost too much, too overwhelming. Maddeningly, Tally feels close to tears with the warmth and care of her gaze. This is different.
Whimpers fill the space around them and Alder bites her lip.
“Goddess I love the way you sound”
Tally whimpers louder and arches her back, she is close, so close to coming undone again.
“I could do this all night, and I just might. You are intoxicating Tally Craven”
She comes for the second time that evening with a hand on her cheek and a thumb brushing away the tears gently.
The third time she comes it’s on the general’s lap. In her chair behind the desk. Overstimulated and overwhelmed, she had ridden herself into a frenzy regardless. Chasing that high once more, with the chants of “come for me, come for me, come for me” in her ears.
She had curled her arms around Alder’s neck afterwards, fingers had toyed with the sweat slicked hair that had escaped her tie, every time she would brush against the nape of the general’s neck, it would elicit the softest most beautiful noise she hadn’t expected to hear.
She kissed her too. Slow and languidly. They both moaned as their tongues met.
Alder had cleaned Tally up afterwards. Had her sit in her chair as she lapped up every last drop, humming at the taste. Tally had scratched softly at Alder’s scalp, and maybe she had come one more time, with the bluest eyes she had ever seen gazing up at her like she’s the whole entire world.
Tally was desperate to touch her too, explore every inch of her skin, taste her on her tongue, feel her pulse quicken between her teeth. But Alder said no, not tonight.
This had been about Tally. Tally’s wants, Tally’s desires. And even though originally the idea was to bring her cadet to heel, attempt to temper some of that reckless energy that was intent on being a pain in her ass. Things had taken a turn. They had got lost in each other, in the feelings they both knew had been there ever since the de-biddying.
Sarah knew it was now going to be impossible to stay away. To not be tempted to take her cadet in her arms once more, but maybe she was okay with that.
Maybe Tally Craven was worth it. The rest of the world be damned, some connections cannot be broken.