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You stride back into camp, armor stained with the remnants of your enemies, head held high. The other knights whisper to each other. Variations of the phrases ‘not another one’ and ‘at least we don’t have to fight as much’ or ‘late again’ spoken in hushed murmurs. That’s when a young knight approaches you, “Um, vice captain Lohen told me to tell you to visit his tent as soon as you got back.” You pay little to no mind about the summons, “Sure I’ll go see him right after I have a snack and wash up.” You say dismissively. Not bothering to wait for a response you walk past the knight to do as you pleased. Heading over to the kitchen area to scrounge up a quick meal and making sure to watch the sunset before wolfing your meal down then tending to your bloodstained armor. You had heard the rumors about the vice captain’s special training and how many a knight under his command feared it, but you had just been transferred to the 5th company’s ranged division. Surely he’d go easy on a newcomer to the team. It’s not like you were going entirely against the wishes of the company. You never got hurt to a serious degree and none of your comrades got injured either. Of course you would break formation every now and again, but it never caused any true harm other than bruising your superior’s egos. Not to mention rumors get exaggerated all the time after all you had never even met him before he couldn’t be that bad.
Only once you were satisfied with your cleanliness did you go visit the vice captain as commanded. “You wanted to see me sir?” You said outside of his makeshift home. “Yes indeed I have come in.” Lohen’s voice tipped with a slight unhingedness you weren’t expecting. Entering into his tent you saw his bed roll and a short makeshift desk where the vice captain was sitting on the floor behind it. His fluffy mint colored hair first caught your attention, then his eyes, they seemed empty if not for the fact he was clearly alive and breathing in front of you. “My my you took your time to get here. Do you know why I’ve called you in to see me?” He asks. “To tell me what a good job I’ve done?” You joke. That polite smile of his falters for a moment into cold boredom before slipping back into place. “Normally I might be quick to commend a kindred spirit, but no that’s not why I asked for you.” Lohen absentmindedly flips through pieces of parchment paper. “I’ve gotten concerning reports that you have a habit of falling out of formation and ignoring commands from your superiors even before joining the 5th company. I do hope you know that I don’t tolerate that sort of behavior under my command.” You smirk, “With all due respect sir, I don’t see why that is such an issue. I get the job done more effectively than my peers and-” The vice captain lifts a finger pressing it against your lips to shush you. Anger bubbles in your chest and you push his gloved hand away from your lips. “What the hell?” You stammer out.
“I don’t think you heard me,” Lohen reaffirms, a creepy smile plastered across his face, “I don’t tolerate that sort of behavior under my command. Neither will I make an exception for it. You’re a skilled knight. I know that much, but if you aren’t able to follow basic instruction what would we do in the event your skills fail you? Since hardly anyone ever seems to know where you are. Or if you were to face a foe that severely outclassed you while you’re alone? What then? I imagine it’s not a goal of yours to go back to Mondstadt in many tiny boxes.” The vice captain’s gaze fixed on you, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. Nervously you fiddle with your armor. “I didn’t mean to worry anyone,” you begin, “I like fighting alone that’s why I joined the ranged company sir.” An uncomfortable pause sits between the two of you. Each second feels like another brick of disapproval metaphorically thrown at you from the vice captain. Minutes pass as the two of you have a stare down, those empty eyes boring into your soul. Finally he says, “I won’t transfer you to another unit.” A sigh of relief leaves your lips, “But,” he starts, “you have to make a choice.” Tilting your head you ask, “A choice?” He nods, “Either you partake in my special training or I reinforce to you without a doubt that you answer to me and your other superiors with no exceptions.” You think back to the rumors. People coming back looking pale, stumbling about, and flinching to awareness when something remotely unexpected happened. A small part of your pride whispers in your ear telling you that those before you didn’t have the same level of skill as you do. Yet you can’t get the image out of your head now that you’re looking at the infamous vice captain. You make up your mind.
“The second option then.” You say matter of factly. For the first time his smile fully reaches his eyes. A glimmer of sadistic glee dashes across his face, “I hoped you would say that.” The vice captain’s voice is low, dripping with danger. “Remove your armor for me, you won’t be needing that for what happens next.” Lohen states casually. A puzzled look crosses your face, but not wanting to get into hotter water you comply. As you remove your armor only then do you realize how cool it is tonight with the only sounds coming from the distant camp area. Unable to see any notion of sunlight outside the tent you ask, “Will this dig into my mandated sleep time?” He laughs a little, “No need to worry about that. Just know that you can always choose my special training if it gets to be too much.” Your eyes narrow, “Nothing is too much.” Again he laughs, but says nothing. Carefully you place your armor to the side, metallic clanking filling in the awkward silence. Anxiety bubbles in your stomach as you think of what he might have in store. Torture of some kind? Maybe a cautionary tale with harrowing details? Whatever it is, for it to be bad enough to warrant an immediate out in favor of his rumored special training has you second guessing yourself. Though you steel your nerves. You’re a knight. On track to become one of the best and fearing your superiors isn’t how you plan on making it there. With the last of your armor off you sit kneeling in front of the vice captain. “I’m ready sir.”
The vice captain relaxes behind the floor level desk and before you question him as to what’s supposed to be happening Lohen’s hand grazes the front of his pants. At first it looked accidental yet he does it again. Slow and deliberate. Again and again all while maintaining eye contact with you. The outline of his hardening manhood becomes slightly more evident with each pass. You kneel there in stunned silence watching him fondle his cock through his clothes. Not sure what you’re supposed to be doing you stay right where you are hands on your knees, shins tucked under your hips. Lohen laughs, “Someone’s looking a little shocked.” He teases. All you do is swallow what little saliva is in your mouth. The mint haired man shifts his position, splaying his legs out over the desk. He begins to hum absentmindedly as undoes the buttons on his pants while kicking off his boots. Heat trickles into your cheeks as you watch him, not wanting to back down no matter what he had planned. A part of you wants to move on your own to take control over this situation yet a quiet voice from the back of your mind stops you. Soon enough his cock springs free from its confines. Trimmed mint pubes frame his thick and heavy looking cock, bobbing with a bead of precum at the tip. “Go on,” he says devilishly, “bring those lips over here.”
You hesitate yet follow his instruction getting on all fours, avoiding the paper work strewn about his desk. “Not like that.” The vice captain says lifting his leg up before the back of his heel forces you down, parchment now crumpled underneath you. “Much better. Now look at me.” Lohen commands. Again you bite your tongue and comply looking up at him from between his legs. “Don’t worry by the end of this you’ll know where you belong. But that look you’re giving me.” He clicks his tongue disapprovingly. “Seems like I have to start you out here,” he grabs a fist full of your hair and brings your nose to his balls, “lick them. You’ll have to earn sucking my cock.” His body heat is so prevalent, yet it’s obvious he keeps himself very clean. You want to tell him to fuck off. To tell him where he can shove it. A litany of small curses waiting just behind the corners of your lips. Yet an unfamiliar feeling washes over you and before you know it your tongue laps at his soft skin. Giving him kitten licks up and down his balls. A sigh passes Lohen lips, “See was that so hard?” He asks feigning sweetness. Narrowing your eyes you look up at him. “Aw don’t look at me like that.” The vice captain coo’s taking his dick in one hand and slapping your cheek a few times with it. “It’s that attitude that got you in this position in the first place.” Taking the hint you focus on your work. Dragging your tongue around his balls before taking them in your mouth gently sucking on them. Another pleasurable sigh leaves his lips as he places his hard cock on your face.
This feeling wells up inside your chest akin to satisfaction. It’s not like you haven’t been intimate with people before, but never like this. Only the occasional innocent fun here and there, but nothing that felt so involved. Without thinking you run your hands up and down his thighs as you service your vice captain. Lohen shudders under your movements and his hand grips your hair tighter pulling at your scalp slightly before relaxing it once more. “Seems like I have a bold one on my hands here.” He giggles out, “Are you sure you don’t already know your place within this company?” You scoff against his balls and speak, “I know my place is among only the best knights in Mondstadt.” His smile widens, showing off a sadistic toothy grin, “You wish to be on par with the best in Mondstadt?” Lohen laughs like it’s a joke, “How can you possibly be one of the best when I’m pretty sure most of the best never gave their higher ups this much grief.” Before you can argue back he yanks your hair and slaps the tip of his cock against your mouth repeatedly. The salty taste of his precum greets your wet lips. “Though,” he muses to himself, “maybe I could teach you how to.” He studies your face a moment longer before saying, “Run your tongue along the head.” This situation feels absurd. You imagine there’s nothing like this in the knights of favonius handbook, but the handbook probably didn’t account for people like Lohen; or people like you. Deliberately you slow down your tongue passing your lips. Licking your lips a few times before running it around his head. “You’re doing it wrong,” he chastises, “run your tongue under my foreskin.” Your eye twitches and you sigh in annoyance.
“Still with that attitude of yours, maybe I should give you the special training instead.” Lohen ponders out loud. “Okay! Okay, fine!” You say worming your tongue underneath his foreskin. The gentle taste of sweat greets your taste buds. Languidly you drag your tongue around his wet cock head. He tugs at your hair, “Faster.” He commands. Listening you speed up your pace running your tongue in circles under his foreskin. Fresh precum beads form his tip. The vice captain's breathing becomes labored as you continue pleasuring him. “Take your hands and stroke my cock.” He orders, sounding out of breath. Compelled by not wanting the alternative or the fact that his hot breathy voice is going straight between your legs, you obey. Using both of your hands gripping his hot hard dick gently twisting and lifting at the skin repeating this motion. He runs both his hands through your hair as you move. “This is your first step in learning how to follow orders. Isn’t this so nice?” He asks sarcastically. He’s annoying yet you can’t help how good this does feel. It’s certainly more fun than getting lectured by Jean or Varka, making you do twice as much training. Carefully you balance his heavy cock on your lips as you lick. As Lohen’s breathiness turns into soft moans you can’t help but feel more and more aroused. Without thinking you squeeze your thighs together trying to relieve some of the building tension. “Oh what’s this?” He teases, “Is licking my cock turning you on?” Although you want to glare at him your face can’t bring itself to make such an expression. Instead you stare up at him, “There we go that’s the kind of look you should have been giving me from the start. You’re starting to get the hang of this.” The vice captain praises, patting your head.
What is left of your pride is quieted by the pulsing heat between your legs. Lohen wipes away his hair from the sweat beading on his forehead. “I think,” he rasps, “I think it’s time for me to reinforce who’s in charge here.” Gingerly he tugs your hair leading your mouth away from his cock. For a second your tongue flails in panic as the warmth of his cock leaves your lips, “So eager now aren’t we?” He coo’s, “Seems like I made the right choice with you, now open up that mouth of yours and relax your throat.” Without hesitation you follow his orders, “Good. Now deep breaths!” Before you can even process his words he shoves his dick into your mouth. Mint colored hair trickles your nose as he slides the rest of it inside your throat. You try to gasp but with how much he fills your esophagus it barely registers. A satisfied groan rumbles from deep within his chest, “Your mouth is so much nicer when it’s wrapped around my cock. I don’t get to hear any insubordination from you.” As Lohen positions his hands on both sides of your head you relax as much as you can. His hot thick cock throbs in your throat pressing against its fleshy walls. “Since you seem to be behaving now I’ll let you touch yourself while I face fuck you. Aren’t I so generous?” The vice captain laughs to himself, but you don’t register it. Eagerly you slip your pants and underwear down exposing your aching pussy to the tent’s cool air. Your fingers slip between your thighs as you rub gentle circles into your clit. Pleasure sparks from the sensitive bundle of nerves and you moan against his dick. The mint haired man in front of you groans, “This is going to be fun.” He says in a sing-song like voice.
Without warning his grasp around your head becomes tighter as he guides you up and down his throbbing length, each time bringing you to his tip then down to the base. “Make sure you suck when you lift you up ok?” Lohen advises you. Words fail to come out of you muffled by his dick, “Don’t talk with your mouth full that’s bad manners.” The vice captain teases. You want to roll your eyes, but he slides you back down to his base. Steadily a rhythm forms between the two of you. Arousal courses through your body as you touch yourself, the flavor of his cock making you wetter and wetter by the moment. What would’ve been soft moans vibrate against him. As the air in the tent warms up you move your fingers teasing your entrance, brushing past it until they slip in with ease. Discreetly you work your fingers in and out of you pressing against your g-spot, walls squeezing then relaxing around your digits. A moan slips out of him, “Ok time to get serious, remember what happens next is simply to make sure I drive my point home!” Said in that maniacally cheery voice of his. When your lips are half way down his length his strong hands hold you in place. His hips buck forwards and backwards out of your mouth. Rough moans leave him as he fucks your face, “Make sure to finger yourself at this pace, you might need to handle it this rough one day,” another surprised moan of yours stopped by the base of his dick, “that’s if you’re good and earn getting fucked.”
Tears prick at the corner of your eyes. The punishing pace of his cock going in and out of your mouth is hard to keep up with. The rising heat now trapped inside the vice captain's tent makes you feel dizzy. Or is it the lack of oxygen from not having a proper breath? Though it doesn’t matter as you curl your fingers inside yourself over and over again, a wet puddle building on the floor beneath you. Mindlessly you chase after your own release wantonly grinding your hips into your hand as your fingers work over time inside you. The once quiet moans of the vice captain getting louder and louder as he thrusts in and out of your mouth. The shameless sounds of your gagging on your superior’s dick as he hits the back of your throat over and over again. If anyone were to pass by it would be beyond obvious what’s happening inside. “You sound so good like this.” Lohen praises you. It’s enough to send electric shocks of pleasure to your pussy, you’re getting close. The tent starts to spin as his thrusts get harder and faster. Your lips and tongue are hot with friction. Saliva flows freely from your mouth, soaking his cock, dripping onto the floor like drool. Soon enough you’re ramming into your cunt with your fingers, the salacious wet sound to accompany it. “Aw, are you close?” He manages to say between moans, “Good because I am too.”
Lohen’s cock twitches uncontrollably in your throat. The steady pulse of his heartbeat felt through your throat even at the rough pace he’s set. The taste of his precum and your saliva blends together the two flavors being indistinguishable from one another. Your moans on his cock get louder as fiery pleasure burns its way through your body. Sweat builds on your brow in the now hot tent. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you grind your hips against your wrist digging your fingers into your needy pussy and rubbing your clit. The hot coil of orgasm twisting in your stomach threatening to snap. A few more harsh thrusts from Lohen before he forces your head down to the base of his cock as deep as he can get you. “Oh fuck!” He cries, a rough moan leaves his lips as he cums inside your throat. His hot cum rushes down your esophagus as his cock pulses in time with his heartbeat. With that you cum, moaning on his throbbing dick, as you quicken your fingers' pace inside of you, overstimulating yourself. The vice captain yanks your head back letting you take a massive inhale of breath. The hot humid air inside of the tent filling your deprived lungs. Hot ropes of semen land on your face one after another. Forcing one of your eyes closed, landing on your lips, some dripping down your chin.
The two of you stay where you are panting ragged breaths. Through labored breathing Lohen manages to say, “You did well. I hope that in the future you decide to be just as useful and obedient as your throat?” After your head stops spinning your raspy voice crackles to life, “Sir yes sir.”