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Banging in the Barracks

"Alright everyone, find the nearest entrance to the underground barracks and report your attendance to the commanding officer. Move!" Ithilwen bellowed from atop a pedestal as the chilly air whipped her fur and hair while frost started to form on her muzzle. A powerful ice storm was coming in quickly and had overtaken the region in half the time they had expected it to, forcing every cadet, recruit, and officer to seek shelter in the underground barracks.

The Yelfritian military had been conducting many training exercises in the northern regions of the nation in order to better acclimatize their troops to the impending reality of a war along the northern border. However, during one of the scheduled weeks when five different squadrons were meant to be participating in various cold-weather tasks near and around the Kinnute training facility, a class-9 ice storm had manifested off the shores of Kwotien and Schetip and had moved south at double the speed the experts had predicted. This led to a scramble to get all five squadrons inside as soon as possible.

Ithilwen, as the head of operations at the Kinnute training facility, was in charge of ensuring that all soldiers of every rank were found safely inside, which was why she was standing tall with Kizzneth next to her as she oversaw the scrambling of over one thousand troops all trying their best to make their way to a series of bunker doors that led to the underground barracks where they were expected to stay for the better part of a week as the storm blew over.

Though the whole point of their northern training exercises was to prepare them for potential strive against nations better known for their resilience to the cold, this sort of storm was deadly to anyone who didn't take shelter immediately. This blizzard was so powerful that it could destroy buildings and literally coat the landscape in a sheet of ice if it stuck around long enough. Anything over a class-5 ice storm was akin to a hurricane or a typhoon, blowing shards of ice and frozen mist over the land without prejudice. There had been instances of deer and wild ulokar frozen in place due to class-8 storms due to how fast the ice mist worked on whatever it touched.

The inhabitants of the Kinnute training facility and all five squadrons had less than half an hour to get underground and bunker up before the first walls of ice blanketed the region.

"Are we going to fit everyone under there?" Kizzneth asked, arms curled up over her chest and shivering. She was usually a bubbly, chipper lass with perpetual optimism but the ice storm was serious enough to ensure she had no choice but to treat it with respect. "I mean, that's over a thousand troops and these barracks were only structured to hold up to eight hundred at a time at max, ideally no more than seven-fifty." Her concern was reasonable, but her voice was nearly swallowed by the wind.

Ithilwen's keen ears heard her concerns. "True, but it's also stocked with enough food to last a month or more during a siege. This storm will last no more than a week, so we'll be well supplied enough to handle the worst that the skies bestow upon us." The blue and white canine needed to remain confident and self-assured, but even she felt her own voice crack as she spoke; things were worse than originally anticipated and were quickly growing increasingly dire with every passing minute.

Both ladies stood at the podium overlooking the lineups of soldiers all shuffling forth to one of ten different bunker doors spread across the training facility. Some of them were in between buildings, others were just next to the open courts and built into the ground level of the nearest hangars. Either way, she needed to overlook the process to ensure that not one soldier was left above ground, for the barracks were heated and comfortable, even if they were a bit cramped with this many people filing in.

By this point, the last few dozen were all waiting for the attendants to catch up with the demand by taking attendance, so the subterranean migration was nearly complete. Ithilwen glanced at her tablet to check the numbers and see which of the soldiers were still above. The count numbered less than one hundred, with two key standouts not yet accounted for. Commanding Officer in Chief Storm - leader of the Gryphon squadron - and Commanding Officer Lieutenant Cocamo - leader of the saurossin squadron. Both were leaders of their respective squadrons and were of the same rank, but gryphons and saurossins had slightly different hierarchies so the titles were different.

This urged Ithilwen to lower her head and forcefully push the tablet to Kizzneth's chest. "You, get underground with the rest of them, I'm going to go make sure Storm and Cocamo both join their squads in the barracks. Last thing I need is a pair of stubborn drakes trying to prove themselves by staying out in this mess as long as they can."

Kizzneth nodded and happily darted away, going down the stairs from the pedestal to get in line with the nearest group of individuals looking for the entrance to the bunker. She was Ithilwen's assistant and had been working at the Kinnute facility for years in that role but had been putting in applications for a promotion to that of an active-duty soldier for almost as long. She wanted in on the action, to make a difference in the world, and to see the world, but she had proven her worth as an assistant trainer for too long to risk losing that. So, every time a squadron came to the facility to train, she had done all she could to get a positive recommendation by the commanding officer.

Problem was, Ithilwen had done everything she could to keep Kizzneth on the base. She was excellent at her job, had great people skills, and completely lacked the killer instinct needed to engage in active combat. Plus, since Ithilwen was the Chief Operations Officer of the Kinnute training facility, she had final say in what happened with her unless someone of an even higher rank than her overruled her position. That was not likely to happen.

So with Kizzneth now en route to the underground, Ithilwen could leave the pedestal and search the base for the two missing Commanding Officers.

She was very fortunate to find both of them relatively quickly. After checking with the three nearest bunker entrances she heard the dominant voices of both Storm and Cocamo instructing the members of their squadron into the barracks. They were both standing tall, head and shoulders above their squad mates as they helped corral people inside. Storm even had his wings spread wide to weather much of the wind that came from behind him, shielding the soldiers from ice pellets.

Ithilwen quickly sidled up next to the both of them as their squad mates continued to hustle through the doors. "Any reason you two aren't inside with the rest?" She asked, still struggling against the howl of the wind and the numbness that was overtaking her lips.

Cocamo, a very tall and thickly built dragon-type with short green fur and orange and black spots, turned to look down at her. "Can't go in until our squads are completely inside and safe and accounted for, miss!"

Storm called over from his side of the line. "First one out, last one in. I'd dare not put my people in a position I'd not be willing to brave myself. No worries, we'll go in only when we're sure every last one of our warriors are safely bundled up in the warmth!" His voice was straining as much as Cocamo or Ithilwen, but he seemed to be putting more effort into being loud and booming over the weather.

"That's all well and good for the both of you, but the training facility rules and regulations state that, as long as a Chief Operations Officer is on site, you're not obligated to tend to your duties to your squads. As long as you're in a federally funded army base, that's my job. You're dismissed." Ithilwen explained, hoping the two drakes would take her word for it and head inside.

After glancing at one another, they both shrugged before Cocamo answered. "That's fine and well, but that means we're last in line anyway since everyone else has already assumed their position in line before we did the same. Don't worry, Officer, we've got this taken care of."

"And we never leave our people stranded." Storm added. "Don't take this as insubordination, we want our people to be safe as much as you, and by the looks of it we'll be completely underground before the worst of this hits us."

She took a moment to think to herself how to respond to that. She and the two Commanders were equal as far as rank was concerned, even if this specific situation would have ruled in her favour. However, she knew them both to be great leaders and she had no interest in stepping on toes. "As you wish. Keep up the good work, commanders." She offered a salute of respect and turned away to meet up with Kizzneth at the next nearest of the entrances to the barracks.

"So what's the verdict?" Kizzneth asked. The northern fox-husky remained huddled up next to the few remaining folks in the lineup she joined. Though her kind was naturally fitted to the brisk chill of the north, nobody was rightly prepared for an ice storm of this magnitude. Luckily, she and Ithilwen would both soon be escaping the elements and finding shelter in the barracks with everyone else.

"They're going to go last, and I'm fine with that except it means I have to stay out here longer just to make sure they're not left outside." Ithilwen answered as she grabbed her tablet again. She tried to use the touchscreen to check on the numbers so she could estimate how much longer it would take but the frosty mist that permeated the air between them had already left a thin layer of ice that she had to peel off before she could use it. Luckily, the tablet was military-grade heavy-duty. That's when she saw there was less than 50 soldiers left to be processed inside. "Shouldn't be a problem, though."

As the two canines stood side by side in line they found that neither wished to speak. The chill in the air had numbed their lips so much that forming words was more of a strain than they'd like and it was getting notably worse every passing minute.

Finally, after the last soldier made their way in through the doors, Ithilwen gently pushed Kizzneth in after them while taking the tablet. She locked the door with her outside and Kizzneth inside before giving the administrators a thumbs up to assure them she was fine and going back to where Storm and Cocamo were still a few dozen people behind. However, right as she was pacing over to them while huddled over her tablet, she saw a literal wall of shifting gray, black, and rainbow refraction cresting the mountains to the north. The storm was here and it would be descending upon them in minutes if they didn't hurry up.

She checked her tablet one last time and saw that Storm and Cocamo's line was the last one to have anyone still outside. The other entrances had been closed and locked up. This made her act quickly by yelling at the top of her lungs over the intensifying winds. "GET INSIDE NOW! WE CAN TAKE ATTENDANCE INSIDE! WE DON'T HAVE ANY TIME!" She shouted.

"It's fine!" Storm said, a bit more casual than he could have. Of course, his back was to the wall of ice that was rolling over the land.

It was Cocamo who shook his head and pointed. "No, it's not fine! Everybody in! Huddle if you have to!" He hopped past Ithilwen and brought up the back of the line, hurriedly herding them in.

Storm did the same, having finally caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye.

The image of an encroaching storm of swirling ice so big that it stretched from one horizon to the next all while sweeping over the hills and mountains towards them was very much so a bringer of doom. Had that storm hit them and they weren't frozen in place, they'd be shredded to pieces by the ice.

Having heeded her warnings, all twenty of the soldiers, Storm, Cocamo, and the administrative assistants managed to cram the last of them inside, allowing Ithilwen to slam shut the door behind them and lock it. In the split second between her sliding the padlock and letting go of the handles on the door, the storm swept over them and pushed back hard, so much force it made the hinges creak and groan as they resisted the force pushing down on her.

She and the others were all lucky to have made it inside in time, or they may have been meat popsicles frozen to the ground. "Everyone inside and safe?" She asked, the howling moan of the storm assaulting the door behind her. Down the stairwell that led to the bunker below, dozens of people were huddled up some two or three to a stair, all staring up at her with gaped maws and wide eyes. "Good."

With one final glance at the tablet, she saw that the attendance numbers were nearly complete with only about ten folks unaccounted for. Those ten - plus Storm and Cocamo - were the final ones she had tackled into the bunker at the last moment. Mere minutes later, as the line finally regained its form and order had been restored, Ithilwen happily let out a sigh of relief and watched as the number on her tablet finally reached 100% at 1,216 out of 1,216. Every single person that had been summoned to the base was safely underground in their bunker, away from the storm.

She could rest easy, which would certainly not be a challenge considering how much energy she had spent just keeping herself warm as the class-9 ice storm descended upon them. Her plan was to head to the mess hall, fill herself with hot soup, and head to her quarters, where it was warm.

Kizzneth flashed her badge and had the administrators scan it near the entryway to mark her down as being successfully housed in the bunker. Once she was sure the door behind her was locked and her boss Ithilwen wasn't going to be following her down the stairs, she asked to make sure everyone had arrived. According to the administrator, all had made it inside with seconds to spare and that all the doors had been locked. A ten-day mandatory lockdown was in effect - one full week of them being forced to live underground and subside on military food.

There were far worse fates, but Kizzneth greatly preferred to be outside even in the cold. Sure, this class-9 ice storm was bad, but she still preferred the outdoors; being inside made her uneasy.

Still, this was part of her job and she knew there was nothing she could do so she followed in line down the hundreds of steps to the bunker below, struggling to dart past the many people on the stairs. When she made it to the bottom level - or at least the level that most of the bunker was set at - she was greeted with the sight of a massive underground hangar with vehicles and equipment scattered about in organized chaos. The entire establishment was comprised of four of these hangars arranged two by two with a series of barracks and storage dividing and surrounding them.

As she was glancing out over the vehicles in the hangar, she got a message from Ithilwen on her communications tablet telling her to meet at the northwest corner with the leaders of the squadrons. Naturally, she did as she was told and quickly found herself weaving through a sea of soldiers and equipment towards that very location. Halfway there, she saw Storm and Cocamo both standing tall over the crowd heading in the same direction as her. She went to jump up and wave to get their attention but saw Cocamo make a hand motion to Storm before veering away.

This piqued Kizzneth's curiosity, so she kept down and followed the massive gryphon towards the northwest corner, eager to ask him what had happened while also waiting for Ithilwen and the other leaders to show up. In the back of her mind, she was hoping she'd get a chance to speak with Storm on his own and maybe convince him to put in a good word for her. In fact, this might be the best time to take advantage of the situation. With the storm raging outside and Commander in Chief Storm on his own, she could easily convince him to campaign for her inclusion in his squadron.

Naturally, her mind was more on the future than the present. Even though the class-9 ice storm was likely coating the world outside in a layer of ice, all she could think about was finding a way to warm Storm's heart and get away from her position on the training facility.

The two of them converged at one of the many doors that led to one of the biggest and best stocked of the barracks; the one that was reserved for higher ranking officials and discussion of strategy in times of war. Storm had arrived first and quickly found the door was locked, so Kizzneth pushed out from the crowd with her keycard, sliding it down the slit and turning the red light green. "You need one of these." She informed him, holding up the card with a smile.

"Evidently. Why don't I have one of them?" He asked, genuinely curious as to why a person of his rank wasn't given one. He seemed more perturbed than disappointed, a reaction that showed his gruff nature over soft compassion.

Kizzneth was slightly put off by this but rolled with it. "Don't worry. You and the other leaders will all be given keycards with higher clearance soon. Don't worry, we'd never leave you high and dry." She then pulled the door and escorted Storm in ahead of her. The doorway itself was large enough to fit the much larger gryphon, so it appeared to dwarf the canine hybrid. However, once the two were in the barracks, she sneakily closed the door behind her, careful to not make much noise.

Inside, the room was lined by three-story bunks with going from large to medium to small the higher they went - this was to accommodate soldiers of all sizes while also utilizing the best use of space. The middle of the room was one large, circular table with more than a dozen chairs all specifically designed to house the leaders as they discussed matters and treat everyone as equals. In between the bunks, there were a series of entertainment systems with game consoles and televisions.

Troops have to keep that morale high in between training and exercise.

Kizzneth held the tablet close to her chest as she leaned back against the closed door before addressing Storm. "You know, by my calculation, we're about two hundred or more soldiers over the limit, which means that in an effort to sustain those numbers some folks will have to share beds." She started, on the cusp of a blush. Before joining the military such brash flirtation might have made her turn pink under the fur, but after joining she had more confidence in herself. "And with the storm raging outside, I can think of more than a few reasons to keep warm."

Storm spun around with his eyes narrowed and his head frill flat to his skull. "What did you have in mind?" Was all he asked.

"Well, if you have to share a bed with someone in the strategy room, I figure it wouldn't be a problem to share with me, would it? I mean, I'm sure you could find a use for me some way or another, couldn't you?" She pushed off from the door and stepped up to him, her tiny body barely up to his chest as she looked up. With one hand on the plumage that struggled against his collar, she leaned in until her breasts were pressed to his belly. "And I've been dying to get out of here, so if you wanted to take me, I wouldn't be able to stop you." As the two locked eyes, she winked seductively.

Ever the perceptive gryphon, Storm slowly grinned and grabbed her wrist to force her to drop the table on a nearby bed. "Is that so?" He asked, which was more of a declaration of intent than anything else. "Then I suppose I wouldn't mind if I test your capabilities before making a decision, would you?" Without waiting for her response, he leaned over her body and forced her to sit on the bed while looking up at him. He started to unbutton his pants without taking his uniform shirt off.

Kizzneth spread her legs in anticipation and leaned back, using both hands to prop herself up. "Don't be afraid to go rough with me, Chief." She instructed, tail wagging behind her.

"I'm never afraid to go hard." Storm countered as he let his pants drop to the floor around his ankles, revealing his swollen sheath and low-hanging balls. Before she got much time to look him over, he leaned down and grabbed her pants by the waist and tore her pants off over her boots, tossing them to the side while kicking his own garment away. He rubbed his sheath to peel it back, revealing a glistening purple tip with spines around the rim. It was an intense looking member, even for a gryphon.

That didn't dissuade Kizzneth at all. Though he was much larger than she and he was known for being rough, she had an adventurous side and a need to prove herself that manifested in the form of a subordinate soldier. "Well? What are you waiting for?" She asked, slowly easing back so that she was lying prone on the bed. "The others will be here any minute."

Storm was often easily goaded into situations like this where his masculinity was even mildly questioned. There were, of course, times when such a response needed to be more diplomatic and well-thought-out, but this was not one of those times; with every warrior underground and safe from the elements, the only thing he had to worry about was being caught. In his mind, that just meant more fun was to be had. Knowing this - or at least feeling this way - he pinned Kizzneth to the bed by both wrists as he knelt over her, his massive member drooling precum onto her belly and folds.

She squirmed and wagged her tail, eager to feel him in one way or another despite him clutching at her wrists to keep her from cradling his member. In an effort to give the appearance of resistance, she squirmed and tugged at his grip, giggling and smiling all the while until he put both of her wrists together and grabbed with one hand above her head, using his other hand to grab his member and guide it to her folds.

Without so much as a warning beyond that point, Storm hissed and bucked his hips, forcing his tapered tip to part her lips and plunge deep into her, his every spine and ridge and bump gliding through her passage en route to her depths. He clenched his hand shut to wrap tighter around her wrists as her pussy walls clenched around his member, yet the lubrication from their combined arousal ensured that neither were uncomfortable even if his size left a gentle bulge in her lower belly.

Kizzneth wanted to say something, to fake protest or whimper but found any vocalizations she mustered get caught in her throat as she grunted and growled at herself. The sheer size of his member was mixing with the faint aroma of musk that billowed up from between them to trick her subconscious mind into not only being okay with this but wanting more. Rather than writhe and pull away, she did her best to arch her back and grind into him, gyrating her hips while she did her best to swallow more.

"Take my cock!" He growled into her ear as he bucked again, the swell of his knot forming at the base and threatening to keep him from tying too early. He saw the discomfort on her face but kept going, for he had been goaded into mating and wouldn't stop until he had seeded her. He didn't force himself in immediately, but he did hold her down as he picked up his pace, knot slapping against her lips and shaft gliding effortlessly in and out of her depths while the rim of his cock head tugged at her flesh from within. He could feel her squeezing against him only to have her pelvic muscles quickly fail and quiver in delight.

When he looked down, he saw the bulge in her abdomen forming with every motion, a little set of lumps accentuated by the splaying of the spines that accompanied his every move. Everything seemed simple enough at first, but the longer he kept at her and the more he forced himself into her, the more he felt her depths open up to him.

Having sensed that his thrusts were making Kizzneth scoot across the bed and mess up the sheets, he let go of her wrists and grabbed her by the shoulder with his thumb cradling her neck to pull her closer to the edge in order to get a better angle. She moaned audibly as she felt his cock shift inside her, its girth no longer sliding in and out of her to create the sensual friction that she loved so much, so he didn't make her wait long to feel it again.

The very instant he got her back into a proper position, he wrapped both hands around her shoulders and neck to hold her in place for leverage as he returned to his prolonged, aggressive motions. He slammed into her repeatedly, knot widening her pussy with every attack while his tapered cock tip stabbed at her cervix. As he felt that tight rim of flesh slowly expanding around his cock, he bared down on her and got even more aggressive until he felt both his knot and cock tip pop into her pussy and womb, respectively.

Kizzneth opened her maw to cry out in a howl of pleasure and discomfort but was silenced as Storm's fingers wrapped around her neck. She flailed and tried to pull his digits from her shoulders and throat, but he was far stronger than her and was too caught up in the moment to let go. All she could do was arch her back, clench her loins, grind against his cock, and try her best to accommodate him.

Luckily for both of them, Storm was almost immediately brought to an expected first orgasm. The moment Kizzneth's vulva closed around the base of his knot and her legs wrapped around his waist, his balls clenched up and squeezed a rather intense shot of drake seed into her depths where it splashed against the opposite wall of her womb and curled back around to strain at the seal of her cervix. The pressure built, but all she could feel was the throb of his knot pulsating with every beat of his heart and the swell of his shaft with every pump of cum that inflated her.

Given the tight grip around her neck, she quickly found that her vision was beginning to blur and her sense of feeling was growing hypersensitive, so much so that she could have checked his pulse through the pressure of his knot dilating her flesh had she been lucid enough. This meant that, much as she may have been fading, the pleasure of her own orgasm was almost too much to bear; her eyes rolled back in her skull, her tail twitched, and her ears flopped back as her toes curled in pleasure.

At least until Storm released his grip on her throat.

The moment his fingers loosened, Kizzneth's vision returned with a series of dancing sparkles in her peripherals. At the same time, her loins grew even more sensitive than before as more blood pooled to her crotch, making her even tighter and more snug to him.

"You like that, bitch?" He asked, maintaining his aura of dominance as he bucked himself into her once more, forcing his knot to shift inside and tug on her flesh from within. She was canine, so he knew his knot wasn't going to pop out of her until he was satisfied and ready to move on.

All Kizzneth could do was meekly nod and wag her tail. Her free hands explored her own body down to her lower abdomen where she felt the firmness of his knot and cock tip pressing out against her belly. Curious, she pushed both of her hands past her belly to pluck and rub at her pussy's flesh, pinching her clit between her fingertips and tugging at her lips to trace the line where his cock met her.

Both were in a brief moment of bliss until Storm rolled over onto his back and forced a pillow under his head. His movement tugged at her loins and made her straddle his waist, head nearly touching the underside of the second bunk. The pressure that she felt as his knot yanked at her depths from within forced another swell of pleasure to emanate from her loins, which in turn knocked her onto her belly while resting on his.

The two enjoyed a moment of bliss, tied together while waiting for Ithilwen and Cocamo.

"Alright, I'll meet you there!" Cocamo called as he waved to Storm over the crowd of soldiers. He and Ithilwen had parted ways with Storm mere minutes after Ithilwen had sent Kizzneth a message telling her where to meet up with the two of them as well as the three other squad leaders and the five other operatives of the training facility.

They were hungry and wanted to get some hot food before engaging in important meetings. The facility's cafeteria was never closed so getting a burger or sausage would be easy even if they did have to wait in line behind dozens of other soldiers all eager for the same thing. Luckily for them both as well as everyone else who took shelter from the storm, military precision rarely faltered and it was expected that people who just came in from a blizzard would want hot soup and cocoa.

"You think he'll be fine indoors?" Ithilwen asked Cocamo as they shuffled forward in line. She could have skipped ahead and gotten them both food first but she wasn't that sort of operator.

"You mean Storm? Probably. I know he's not one for enclosed spaces - especially not for extended periods of time - but he also knows well enough that sometimes he has no choice. He's a warrior, a soldier, I don't think he lacks the ability to suck it up and deal with uncomfortable realities." He stood tall over Ithilwen, glancing back to keep an eye out on the door that they were set to meet Storm at once they were done their meal. Part of him wanted to get down to business but Ithilwen was a stunningly appealing leader and he found himself stealing glances at her raised tail.

She seemed to notice this but didn't respond. "He better." She said with a roll of the eyes. "That bird has got to learn to play nice with others. He's great at his job and has proven himself in battle time and time again, but I'm always slightly concerned that he will one day snap when things don't go his way, you know?" Once again, they shuffled forward and quickly ordered their meals in between their conversation with one another. She got a sausage on a bun with fries on the side and a hot cocoa, he had a breakfast burrito with bacon and hash browns.

Cocamo paused to think about what she said. "I hate to say it, but I don't think he'll ever snap. I think that, no matter how aggressively dominant he may be, he will never lose sight of his duty as a warrior and a leader. He takes his role seriously, even if I can't help but challenge him every step of the way." He paused again, glancing out over the crowd behind them, thinking about all the times his squad and Storm's had gotten into friendly competition to see who was the better leader. He didn't want to think about it since there were times when they both went too far. "But how about you?"

"What about me?" Ithilwen countered as she accepted her food from the cafeteria server and thanked him. "I'm not interested in seeing who's better except at the Autumn games. All I want to do is make sure you folks are properly trained for if and when we end up at war with the northerners. I just want to make sure you're safe when a storm hits, be it metaphorical or literal."

"I know that, but I don't feel I know much about you or Kizzneth or anyone else who runs the training facilities. I'd like to get to know you better." He accepted his food as well, allowing them both to head over to the auditorium where they could sit, with him keeping a half step behind so he could keep his gaze on her rump. When they sat down at one of the tables, he was sure to sit opposite her. "I figure, if we're gonna be cooped up in here for more than a few days, we might as well get better acquainted. That is, if that's not crossing a line or something."

Ithilwen shook her head. "Not crossing any lines, Commander Cocamo, but don't go getting any salacious ideas about who I am or what I do here. My duty is to the people of Yelfrit and the continued military dominance of the Yelfritian army. I'm not here to make friends." After taking a bite, she glanced up at him to see just how imposing he actually was. While they walked she was almost always a step or two ahead of him and was focused more on the task at hand than his body, but once she got a good look at him she had to look away. Her mind was not on physicality, even if she was happy to see that he had been staring at her hindquarters ever since the doors closed.

Making matters even more complicated, Cocamo found himself growing even more attracted to her the more she spoke of duty. He admired anyone who valued their place in the world, and a strong woman who spoke with clarity and dignity was exactly the kind of woman he found himself interested in. Furthermore, he knew that since all the doors were closed, the facility was fortified and nearly impenetrable by weapons or weather, he could relax a bit and perhaps act a bit more casual than before.

"I don't suppose you'd be keen on some private time alone to discuss strategy before opening yourself up to Storm's negotiation tactics." He offered, barely dressing up his intent under the guise of professional courtesy. He knew what he wanted, and so did she.

"You're awfully brash, considering the circumstances." She countered with a raised eyebrow. "I admit this does take me off guard a bit. What inspires such lewd propositions?"

Cocamo finished his bite and sat tall, confident. "Been a long month training in the wilderness and unlike some squad leaders and commanders, I try to keep my relationships with my team strictly a professional one. Not really my place to use my rank as a means to an end in that regard."

She kept her eyebrow raised. "Sounds like a hell of a boring life, if you ask me. What makes me different? Why do you insist on propositioning me if you seem against the act of professional physical engagement? I mean, it's not against the law to fraternize with your squad mates if there's no show of favouritism present. You aren't forced to be celibate when on training missions."

"It's a personal thing. I only like to be with partners of the same rank, otherwise, it feels wrong. You're at the same level as I am, and with us stuck underground for a week with no current obligations to any military training, this is something like R&R unless you have objections."

Ithilwen glanced in both directions before staring him in the eyes. "Alright, that seems fair. Eat your plate and we can take a few minutes alone before we have to meet up with Storm and the others. However, you'd best be quick; we don't have much time before the others will start looking for us." She took a large bite of her sausage while motioning for him to do the same to his breakfast wrap.

Once they had both polished off their meals and downed their drinks, Ithilwen stood tall with her tablet close to her chest. The two nodded in unison and quickly made their way through the cafeteria to one of the nearby barracks. In fact, they ended up only four doors down from the room where Kizzneth and Storm were having their fun prior to the meeting.

After Ithilwen closed and locked the door behind them, she clicked a few buttons on her tablet to darken the window and ensure that nobody could see them. When she turned back to Cocamo, she smiled up at him and started unbuttoning her fatigues, quickly exposing her chest to him. In turn, he let his pants drop as he grinned down at her, his cock swelling in place and exposing the tip. Both were very quick to get ready, and neither of them was shy.

However, as Ithilwen twisted her shoulders and let her jacket fall behind her, she issued a bit of a warning. "Remember, gotta make this fast. If you knot me and we end up tied together I will be forced to cut it off. I have a schedule to keep." She pulled her combat knife from her thigh holster, flipped it around, and laid it on a nearby dresser. There, clothed in boots, pants, and a tight tank top, she waited for an answer before revealing any more of herself. "Deal?"

Cocamo nodded once, then licked his lips. "Deal. Now get over here." He reached out and wrapped his hand around her waist, pulling her up into him. Given their difference in size, this forced her chest against his groin, where her compressed breasts rubbed his sheath.

She pushed away but kept her tank top on. "Give me a second, Cocamo." She protested, glaring at him as she brought her thick boot up onto the side of the nearest bench. "Unless you plan on fucking me through my pants." After undoing both boots and kicking them off, she eased her pants down and wiggled out of them before stepping back next to him, returning to the stance she was in when he pulled her up close. Only then did she push into Cocamo and force him onto his back on the nearest low bunk, where she quickly straddled him and pinned him down.

All Cocamo could do was blink and gulp. He loved an aggressive partner but he wasn't prepared for how strong and forceful she had been acting. "Just getting right into it, are we?" He joked.

Ithilwen pressed a fingertip against his lips. "Shhh. No need to speak, no time for that." She then reached back and wrapped her fingers around his cock tip as it slowly unsheathed itself from his depths, purposefully sliding back so that she was grinding against him, her pussy lips stroking the underside of his emerging shaft. She only managed a few supple grinding motions before shifting her weight and getting onto her feet in a squatting position with her pussy pinning his member to his belly.

He growled and wrapped his hands around her hips, holding her in place as his claws dug into her. He started tensing his rump cheeks and flexing his loins to bring his cock to full mast against her, gently angling himself in such a way that he hoped to slip into her from that angle.

Luckily for him, she didn't want to tease him too long and quickly rose up while grabbing his length and hoisting it up in a vertical position; her depths were moist with desire, nearly dripping as she aimed his cock tip into her. She made him wait for only a moment before bending her knees and resting all of her weight on him, allowing her depths to swallow him up halfway down his shaft.

In response to this, Cocamo threw his head back and growled again, bucking his hips in an attempt to slip the rest of himself into her warm folds. His claws dug into her and his toes curled while his tail tip flicked and his torso tensed up. After nearly a month of no release, he was quickly relaxing into a place of pleasure that overtook him, which was best since she had deliberately instructed him to not waste time and to not tie with her.

She reached down and grabbed at his shirt with one hand, using that for leverage as she started to bounce on his cock. Every motion she made coaxed a gentle squish and sputter as his natural lubricant and her arousal burst from her depths, her tight canal squeezing firmly and tugging on him alongside every raise of her body. Though she was tight, she was also in enough control of her body to allow him to slide deep with every bounce of her form without so much as a hint of discomfort.

The more she worked him and the more aggressive she got with her bouncing, the more relaxed Cocamo grew, eventually coming to pull his hands away from her waist as he gripped the bedspread. He was content to let her have her way with him, trusting that she knew what she was doing. However, in the midst of a bubbling tingle of pleasure that emanated from his throbbing member, he felt a sudden squeeze around the top of his knot that made him wonder just how she was doing this. As he looked up, he could see that his cock - easily half the length of her torso and as thick as her upper arm - forming a bulge in her lower belly that slid up and down her abdominal wall with every aggressive bounce.

Mostly, he was shocked that such a relatively small canine could handle him so easily. She was tight, yet seemed to him to be loose enough to take his cock with ease; a perfect combination for anyone. It was almost like she had an inordinate amount of experience with folks larger than herself, which would have made perfect sense given her willingness to cavort about with him on such short notice. That was why, as he bucked and tensed his groin and pushed up with the base of his tail, he found himself without much room for any further hold-back.

A deep rumbling growl escaped his maw as he bit his lip, hands balling up into fists and gonads constricting inside him as her expert walls stroked him from tip to knot repeatedly.

The split second before he was about to allow himself to burst into her, she leaned back and increased her pace while issuing a warning. "Don't you dare pull out." She instructed. "I don't want to have to clean up a mess on myself or on you before going to this meeting." Before he could respond, she grinned and winked and squeezed even tighter around him, forcing her walls to nearly push him out at the apex of every bounce only to have her squeeze harder as she pushed down.

No matter what happened, there was no chance he would last much longer. She knew this, which was why she happily picked up the pace while making her bounces shallower, lips practically grinding down on his knot rather than slapping against his flesh.

Naturally, Cocamo let go of the bedspread and grabbed Ithilwen's waist to hold her in place as she coaxed the last bit of pleasure from his depths. He dug his claws into her as his cock throbbed and pumped her full of saurossin seed, his deposit ending up deep into her womb and sloshing about, threatening to burst out due to the pressure and their difference in size.

Ithilwen could tell he finished so she stopped her grinding and gyrating to rest every bit of her weight on his cock with her feet on either side of his belly, precariously balancing with her pelvis held up only by his knot. "Good boy." She complimented with a wink. "Time to get to work. If you want we can fool around again later, but not until others have gone to bed. Understood?"

He slowly nodded in solidarity. "Of course." He exhaled and clenched his loins to deposit one final shot of seed into her. "Heard."

"Glad to hear it." She clenched her cunt as tight as it could go as she extended her knees and slowly ascended from his member, lips tensing and dilating along every feature down his length before eventually popping off over his tapered head. This left only a single drop of his mess trickling down from the tip of her vulva and onto his shaft to meet up with the thin layer of arousal that was left.

Spent but not exhausted, Cocamo waited until she'd rolled off the bed to do the same. Given his military influenced respect for his equals and superiors, he silently pulled his pants back on while his member slipped back into him while casually carrying on one of the many conversations from before alongside zipping up. "So what's this meeting for, anyway? We're stuck inside and can't act on-"

"It's to assert a level of command as per Yelfritian military code CX-1, which puts myself and Kizzneth as temporary superiors to you, Storm, and the others in the event of a temporary emergency." She said as she collected much of his seed on a towel and tossed it into a nearby hamper. "I hope that's not an issue for anyone." She then hopped into her pants and slipped her boots on before tying them up.

Cocamo shook his head. "Of course not, Officer Galanodel. I respect the rules. Can't say the same for all the squad commanders but you can count on me to be respectful towards you and anyone else who holds rank above me." He offered a salute but saw she was glaring at him so he opted not to.

"I'm glad to hear it. I'm not a general or anything so please don't act with too much reverence. That said, for the sake of rank during the next week I am going to need for you to act a certain way." She finished by putting her fatigues back on and grabbing her tablet. "So for now, let's go to the meeting room and prep Storm and Kizzneth for the news. Rick, Tritus, and Var should all be meeting us within a few minutes once they're done with their processing."

Both nodded in agreement and quickly exited the room, unlocking the door and turning the window on the door clear once more. Much of the hangars had been cleared of the hundreds of soldiers since they had almost all been escorted to their rooms to unpack their rucksacks and get comfortable. Ithilwen was not looking forward to the administrative stuff that would be piled upon her within minutes of the meeting with Storm, Cocamo, and the others, which was why she was delaying it a bit in order to relax and relieve some stress first. Unprofessional, but given the circumstances half an hour of delays between herself and Cocamo wouldn't hurt.

However, that wasn't factoring in what she was about to see. As she swiped her key card down the magnetic lock of the meeting room, she was greeted with the image of Kizzneth and Storm both putting their clothes back on with a creamy white mess on a nearby bed, an image that made Ithilwen roll her eyes and flatten her ears to her skull. When she saw them both stand at attention, she just shook her head. "At ease." She assured them before shutting the door behind the four of them.

She considered giving them a lecture until Rick, Tritus, and Var all came up behind them asking for access to the room. She dutifully let them in without taking her judging eyes off Storm or Kizzneth.

The meeting itself went off without much of a hitch.

Each of the five commanders held dominion over each of the regions of Yelfrit, so each of them needed a slightly different explanation of what would happen after the storm was over and everyone could return to their training regions. Cocamo operated a crew in the mountains, Rick ran an aquatic group in the great lake, Tritus ran the sky regime, Var controlled the plains and the tundra, while Storm commanded the dense forests of northern Yelfrit. Between the five of them, they had mastered the elements and would be undefeated in combat if any opposing forces dared to cross them.

Though each of the squads had distinct and unique needs and specialties, the rules were more or less the same aside from Cocamo's squad being asked to stay out of the mountain training regions until the worst of the storm had passed for sure. This ensured that less than a half hour passed with all seven relevant parties in the room before Ithilwen had dismissed them all.

All except Storm and Kizzneth. Cocamo stayed behind as well, as he was curious to see what was going to happen next and hadn't been explicitly told to leave. He stayed leaning on the wall next to the door as Ithilwen stood at the head of the table and stared down Kizzneth and Storm.

"So would you two explain to me what it is Cocamo and I walked in on before this meeting?" Was all she said, choosing to not infer anything or guess at the true intentions. Also, she didn't care to be too judgmental considering she still carried a small amount of Cocamo's essence in her.

Storm leaned back in his seat, almost defiant. "Just had some fun before the meeting. What's it matter? It's not against any rules and-" He sniffed the air and licked his beak "-I'm pretty sure you've been enjoying my dragon rival here."

"I'm not a dragon." Cocamo clarified, narrowing his eyes at Storm "I've told you this."

"Saurossin, whatever. It's close enough to dragon. Either way, I'm not stupid and I know you've been fraternizing; why else would you have taken so long to meet up with us?" Storm had a point.

But Ithilwen was one step ahead of him. "This is true, but you were just getting dressed when Cocamo and I entered; if you expected us earlier we'd have caught you in the act and though there are no rules against fraternization within reason, I highly doubt the other squad leaders would have been appreciative of your slutty demeanour." She slowly shook her head. "What were you thinking?"

Without missing a beat, Storm side-cocked a grin at Kizzneth. "I was thinking I'd have loved to have this here bitch to relieve some tension in the wake of a class-9 ice storm. Anything to get some heat, right?" He angled his gaze so that it appeared he was speaking to Kizzneth.

She blushed a bit but sat up straight with confidence. "I could tell he needed some release, officer Galanodel, and I'm sure you understand that morale is best when-"

"I don't care that you two were fucking." Ithilwen interrupted her with a bit more aggression than she had intended. After calming herself, she shook her head and resumed. "I don't care that you were fooling around, I care that you did so in the meeting room knowing full well that any of the other commanders or myself could have walked in on you. What would you have done had someone caught you in the act and reported you?"

Storm raised an eyebrow and flicked his ear, looking confident as ever. "Asked them to join, of course. Why have you got your tail in a knot? I thought you were better liberated than this. And honestly, I think you could use some gryphon cock." He sniffed the air again. "You in heat?"

His brashness and his inquiry had thrown her off a bit, triggering a grunt and a twitch. "No, I'm not in heat and I am-" She halted herself before validating his inquisition. "My cycles and my partners are none of your business. Just be more discrete when it comes to stuff like this. And Kizzneth, please stop trying to fuck your way into one of the squads. I know what you're doing and I don't appreciate it."

"Aw, come on!" Kizzneth countered. "I want an opportunity to prove myself! And I don't want to be training folks for the rest of my life." She looked up at Cocamo with a grin, subtly offering herself to him even as Ithilwen and Storm watched.

Cocamo was still pretty spent from his time with Ithilwen so he just casually shook his head, shooting her down without saying a word.

Storm, however, wasn't done. "Well the meeting is over, it's basically free time for the week we're all stuck down here, so does it matter who I fraternize with now?"

"Of course not. Just don't let it interrupt your scheduling if I call any future meetings. That means try not to knot anyone if you can avoid it; last thing we need is one of you fools getting stuck together in the event of an emergency." Ithilwen sighed and turned to leave, only to be interrupted.

"So what are you doing for the next hour or so?" Storm asked, clearly insinuating he wished to be with her before she left. "I highly doubt you have anything important to do other than some data management; wouldn't you rather be sitting on a gryphon lap filled with cock?" He pulled back and patted his thighs, grinning devilishly as a clear bulge formed in his pants.

Ithilwen was actually impressed that he was able to get hard again less than half an hour after having fooled around with Kizzneth. The image made her pause and consider what to do next; she could always use more cock in her life and he wasn't wrong, even if she hated the idea of submitting to him or letting him control her desires. Rather than answer in the affirmative, she responded with a hint of sarcasm. "I'd love to be sitting on gryphon lap, just not yours." She then winked and grinned.

"You sure about that? Don't tell me you didn't like it last time."

"I did, yes. I have no shame about that, Storm, but that doesn't mean you should be bragging about it in front of those who were not privy to that information." Her ears flattened as he continued to antagonize her but she didn't keep that expression long or he knew that would mean he 'won'. Rather than meekly turn and walk away, she stepped around the table and swept the back two legs of Storm's chair out from under him - the only two legs that he was resting all his weight on - causing him to land heavily on the carpeted, concrete floor. She then stomped her boot on his chest. "If you want to fool around, Storm, just ask. Don't beat around the bush and waste my time."

Both Kizzneth and Cocamo had silently shifted off to the side, where they were trying their best to stay out of it while Storm and Ithilwen had a bit of a power play together. Kizzneth leaned in close to Cocamo, cutely trying to bring up what Storm had said earlier. "So, any spots open in your squad?"

"No, not at the moment." He answered, somewhat oblivious to what it was she was actually offering. "If anything opens I'll ask, but nothing right now." His voice remained muted, deliberately kept quiet so he didn't alert Ithilwen or Storm.

Kizzneth shook her head, not content with his answer, then turned and caressed his inner thigh. "Not what I meant, dear. I'm asking if there's anything I can do to get you to perhaps reconsider?"

Immediately keen on making her work for it, Cocamo grinned and flicked his tongue. "I don't know if that's possible; you'd really have to show me what you've got if you want a spot in the cliff squad. What have you got to offer me and my team?" He didn't budge his position at all, remaining in a position leaning against the wall with a faint hope that she kept trying.

"I'm sure we could work something out." she said, looking up at him past his chest.

Meanwhile, Ithilwen's stare had temporarily silenced Storm. The gryphon - usually brash and cocky even in the face of adversity - was simply loving the effect he had on her and was soaking up the seething rage she had shown for his insubordination. However, much as the two of them seemed to be at the throat of each other, they both knew that this was all a matter of playful banter. Once Storm had established that it was okay to fool around after the meeting, the two were dancing around what was inevitable between them. Sure, Kizzneth and Cocamo didn't know this, but this wasn't the first time they had acted a bit too sincere with each other when flirting.

That was why, when Ithilwen took her boot off his chest and stood over him, she assumed a typically dominant stance with her hands on her hips and her tail wagging. "Why do you have to be a dick all the time, Storm? Can't just shut up and listen to me when I'm trying to help you out, can you?"

"Why would I be obedient when I can be your favourite dick?" He rubbed himself, hooking his thumb in his belt loop to gently ease his fatigues down and expose the very tip of his engorged sheath. "So if you're gonna punish me for insubordination, you'd best be rough or else there's no point."

Her eyes narrowed as she struggled to stifle a laugh. "You shut your whore beak." She mocked him before squatting down over him, the position coaxing a trickle of Cocamo's seed to moisten her panties and even form a dark patch in the crotch of her pants. Once she took notice of this, she shook her head and laughed a bit. "Well, looks like there's no going back now."

"Damn right." Storm agreed, reaching out to grab her by the hips and force her down onto his cock only to be slapped away.

"Cut that shit out." She warned him before standing up tall and tossing her jacket to the side. "You will only touch when invited." After that, she bent over to give Cocamo and Kizzneth a good look under her tail while undoing both boots in sequence and kicking them to the side. Once she was done with that, she stepped on Storm's chest - barefoot - and dropped her pants while standing over him. Luckily, she was small enough compared to him that her weight was like nothing to him.

Ithilwen was ready for his reaction to this. The moment he smelled Cocamo's musk on her pants he rolled off his back and went to reach up for her only to have her hop away and hip toss him onto the nearest of the bunks, showing just how strong and nimble she actually was. Had this been a real fight, the outcome might have been different.

However, once she had slammed him down with enough force to nearly break the bead, she hopped up onto him and started unbuttoning his shirt. "How many times, Storm? How many times have I told you not to try to ambush me? I'm still faster than you, Chief." She winked at him and sat up straight, hovering over him with her groin mere centimetres away from his crotch. The two shared a lengthy stare before she shook her head in disbelief. "Why are your pants still on? Come on, disrobe!"

This shook Storm out of his lengthened gaze long enough to have him chirp happily as he unbuckled his belt and forced his pants down past his thighs and knees, leaving them on the floor. He also peeled both his fatigues and combat shirt off to toss it on the floor with hers, leaving the two of them nearly nude with only her tank top and panties still on between the pair of them.

Over next to the bed were Kizzneth and Cocamo, the both of them still flirting with one another, Kizzneth struggling to convince Cocamo that she had value beyond just her administrative duties.

"Come on, I can show you!" She pleaded, hands wrapped around his hips to lightly tease his rump cheeks and the base of his tail. "Just give me an opportunity to show you what I can do!"

"I've read your reports in the past, Kizzneth, I think you'd be best here, helping Ithilwen out." He countered. Though he was trying his best to rebuke her, he couldn't help but feel that tingle in his loins as she got close and caressed his haunches. Though he really had no intention of letting her come onto his squad - it was a decision beyond his control - he loved to watch her try to convince him to do so. The chase was often the best part of the hunt and he loved it.

Kizzneth narrowed her gaze and smiled over at Storm and Ithilwen, the pose reminding her of what she had done with Storm earlier after he'd tied her up. This inspired her enough to grab Cocamo's belt buckle and nimbly undo it. "See? My fingers are quite skilled, and I can show you more!"

He was admittedly surprised by the deftness of her digits. "Good for you, but I'm not sure what that does for a cliff-specialist army squadron." He informed her, deliberately ignoring the attention she was giving his loins despite the bulge forming there.

She continued to focus more on her goal of releasing his cock than anything else, eyes trained on his as she eased his pants down over his thighs and exposed his sheath. With her chest right at his crotch level, she started gently licking the underside of his sheath and what little bit of his exposed length was sticking out before wrapping her lips around the tip. She gave a few gentle suckles to sample his flavours before pulling back and smacking her lips with a satisfying sigh. "See?"

"See what? That doesn't prove anything." Cocamo countered as he puffed out his chest, forcing his skin to bulge out against his tank top. "You'll have to be a bit more thorough if you want me to consider you for the position. I think you can figure it out." He leaned back against the wall with his hands clasped behind his head as a rest, hips angled just right to expose more of his length, inviting her to go ahead and do whatever she thought it was that would get her the position.

After a long, drawn-out sigh of exhaustion, she excitedly pulled his pants right off and motioned for him to take his jacket off as she started kneading at his groin, the palms and heels of her hands both caressing the bulges that were his balls as well as the flesh on either side of his opening. She was clearly eager to get the rest of him out and exposed, so she wrapped one hand around his tip and pulled it downward, angling it at her open maw as she wrapped her lips around it.

He was quite large compared to her - in fact, both the drakes in the meeting room were far larger than their female counterparts - but that didn't stop her from slobbering all over his member and bobbing her head in such a way that eased his length down her throat, mimicking full bodied thrusts. She even managed to get her canines wrapped around the base of his forming knot once or twice as she gulped and used her throat flesh to urge him deeper.

This continued with her eagerly caressing and teasing and licking and sucking and gulping while Ithilwen ramped up her own activities with Storm.

Rather than take her panties off - she liked the slight aroma of drake musk soiling them and reminding Storm that he got sloppy seconds - she pulled them to the side to expose herself to him while deftly tugging his cock from his sheath in a matter of seconds. Storm was not only easy to please but also very easy to manipulate in that regard; the only reason he hadn't pounced her and forced her to the ground in order to show his dominance via his territorial markings was that he knew better. She was quite sensual and happy to share her body with others but didn't appreciate being dominated.

At least not in that way.

Plus, Storm had just suffered through a half hour of a lecture about how, until the storm let up and they could all be let out from the underground barracks, Ithilwen high higher authority than he. This was not something he liked one bit, but it did ensure that he maintained what diplomacy he needed when dealing with a temporarily superior officer.

Yet, despite this diplomacy, he couldn't help but wrap his hands around her waist and force her down as he bucked into her, his length plunging deep into her flesh with ease. This could have coerced any other to ejaculate right then and there but he had some marking to do - even if it was subtle.

He forced her to bounce on his cock a few times before deliberately pulling out and smearing his musky fluid all over her belly, her inner thighs, under her tail, and in between her fur and the green shirt she wore before finally finding its mark once more between those plump lips of hers.

"I know what you're doing, storm. Cut that shit out." She said as she peeled her shirt off and tossed it to the side. "Now I have to do my laundry."

"No you don't; keep it as it is." He countered, grabbing his cock and smearing his tip against her pubic area. "Let everyone know who's the real boss around here."

She slowly shook her head. "You've been trying to mark me for as long as I've known you and it's not going to work." She then forced him into a sitting position and got down on her knees in front of him, opening her maw and grabbing his cock to plunge it down her throat.

This actually took Storm by surprise, leaving him only to stroke and caress her hair as she stared up at him, his cock throbbing and pumping gryphon pre-seed down her gullet, all of which she happily sloshed about her maw and eventually swallowed.

Cocamo saw this and, despite loving what Kizzneth was doing to him, hurriedly spun her around and bent her over to rub his cock between her rump cheeks with the tip poking at the underside of her tail. He kept his eye on Ithilwen and Storm as he started pushing into Kizzneth, cock prodding at her tight folds in much the same way he'd done with Ithilwen earlier only she was loosened up a bit more than Officer Galanodel, which meant he was able to slip every bit of himself into her including the unswollen knot.

Proud, he glanced down to see the bulge in her vulva as he peeled her tail to the side, other hand offering a firm grip on her haunches. All at once, he was hilted inside Kizzneth's pussy and Storm was struggling to not force his cock down Ithilwen's throat, but that was just the beginning of their fun.

Ithilwen gaped her maw wide and forced her lips against Storm's sheath, both hands caressing his massive, low-hanging balls and inner thighs as she used her tongue to cradle the underside of his length. She wanted more, but she wanted to be in control so she bit down gently, forcing her teeth to squeeze against the base of his knot as she tugged gently. Just enough to send a message.

Storm, ever the consummate power top, grabbed her by the ears and hair and forced her down until her snout and nose were squished against his lower belly while he stared down at her and grinned. "You like that?" He hissed at her, spreading his legs to ensure she could stay close to him.

In response, she pushed off against his inner thighs, forcing his spiny cock tip to tug at her throat flesh before slipping out of her maw with a guttural squelch followed by a cummy burp. She wiped her lips of the mess and swallowed the rest. "No dirty talk, Chief. Just makes me wanna bite."

"You're no fun." He protested while leaning back and spreading his legs, a pose that allowed his heavy balls to rest on the side of the bunk and the tip of his tail to flick along the ground between her knees. Instead of grabbing her by the ears and hair again - he knew she wasn't appreciative of that - he stroked her head and down her neck, urging her to continue what she was doing.

"Much better." Ithilwen approved, easing herself forward to take his member in her maw once more. This time, she curled her tongue up under his knot lobes, cradling them both while licking and slipping it into his sheath to sample the musky flavours within.

This sort of attention did great things for Storm, who couldn't help but buck his hips and push her head down onto him to force her to take as much of him as physically possible. She gagged but continued gulping and caressing him with her tongue for a much longer time than he expected. It wasn't until she spat his member out and stood before him that it became clear what she had in mind.

At the same time, Cocamo was having a tonne of fun with Kizzneth, still. Much to his shock, he was able to slip his entire member - knot and all - into her thanks to how tender Storm had left her. Yet due to Kizzneth's eagerness to have him, she kept pushing back and grinding her hips against his to pair up with every one of his thrusts. This led to his knot popping in and out of her as it grew, struggling to pass her lips only to swell inside and tug on her vulva before coming back out.

She bit her lip and grinned back at him as she gyrated her hips, easing herself back into his grip every time while only using the energy needed to brace herself against the bed. Eager and a bit giggly, she leaned back and grinned at him. "So, is this good enough?" She grunted as she pushed back and did her best to gyrate her hips once more, the motions forcing his knot to shift inside her and stir about in her loins. The friction of having his length rubbing against her walls made her involuntarily clench as a shot of orgasmic delight trailed up her spine and down her legs.

Her clenching and squeezing and grunting converged to nearly force Cocamo out of her, but he gripped her hips tight and bucked into her as hard as he could go, the weight of his body forcing her onto her belly on the bed, where he pinned her down and kept grinding against her.

Though he was clearly in a dominant mood, he was keen on being a gentleman by not getting too rough with her. He was firm and persistent, but not rough enough to hurt her, which seemed odd since he was mounting with the sort of ferocity he usually reserved for folks of his size, not someone who was as thick at the waist as he was at his thigh and about two thirds his height at most. Curious, he reached around her torso to cradle her belly and was pleased to feel the gentle bulge he had put there that pulsated every time he clenched his loins.

Only then did he concede that maybe having Kizzneth around would be worth his time. So, with that thought in mind, he leaned in close and clasped her breast with one hand as he whispered in her ear. "You know, I might have use for you." He said little more, for the moment the words left his muzzle he felt her depths clench tight around him in excitement. This sudden activity triggered his more dominant side, coaxing him to bite down hard on her neck to hold her in place as he bucked once more, this time even harder than before.

Kizzneth was ecstatic to hear that and though the pressure and heat from his member had already brought her to a drawn out and sustained climax, the bite was what really got her juices flowing. Sure, the validation she sought being gifted to her allowed her to relax and exhale, but it was that bite that encouraged her depths to squeeze and push back against him with all her might amidst a symphony of sputters and bubbling squishes as their combined arousal drooled out of her and onto the bed between her legs. She couldn't help but wag her tail and giggle as she felt his knot expand.

Though he had been thrusting his knot in and out of her, he hadn't yet come to climax due to just how spent he was from his fun with Ithilwen no less than an hour prior. However, now that she was clenching down and tugging on him with added vigour he couldn't help but growl at her as his lobes expanded to full girth and firmness inside her, locking them together as his throbbing member started shooting his seed deep into her, the tickle of his ejaculations releasing some of Storm's mess to join his and fill in the space between her folds inside.

With his second load spent and pumping into Kizzneth, Cocamo fell with all his weight onto her and pinned her fully to the bed, his knot tugging at her folds even as her depths struggled to handle his girth. She was pushing down as his length sloshed about in her passage, resulting in tiny bits of their combined arousal to seep out between his knot lobes and over her clit.

The only thing Kizzneth could do was force her free hand down between her legs by sliding it over the bulge in her belly and between her and the bed, using two fingers to rub her clit in order to get the absolute most out of this. She whispered back at him. "You better not pull out of this deal." She was trying her best to be cheeky, but her voice stammered a bit as she felt his knot throb followed by another eruption of his seed deep within her.

"I don't think I have a choice in the matter." He joked as he growled into her ear once more, nibbling and biting down on her earlobe in a playful manner. He never stopped using his teeth on her neck and cheek and the back of her head and shoulders, always being a little rough but never too rough.

Mere moments after Cocamo and Kizzneth had fallen onto the bed next to them, Ithilwen assumed a pose by turning and lifting her tail to Storm. She saw that cock of his and had tasted it; she wanted more. Of course, she'd never be caught dead submitting to him, so she took the initiative and made her move before he had a chance to grab her or force himself on her. Once again, she slipped her panties to the side and eased back onto him, grabbing his spiny cock to aim it at her cunt before sitting down on it with all her weight.

Just like before with Cocamo, she was both tight and loose at the same time thanks to her experience with larger partners. She maintained her tightness by clenching down on him and constricting his member with ease, yet her flesh had no problems dilating to accommodate him. She wagged her hips and rubbed her own clit as she felt his girth plunge into her right down to the exposed knot, eager to take as much of it as she could without tying.

However, Storm had a different idea. Since he had been told not to talk dirty to her, he had to find alternative ways to expend his energy and he did so by wrapping both his hands around her hips and forcefully slamming her down as he thrust into her, his knot slapping against her vulva with every motion, the sounds of squelching accented by the creaking of the bed they laid on.

For a brisk moment, Ithilwen considered chastising him for getting so rough without permission but she reconsidered as she felt the textures of his cock tip rubbing along her G-spot inside her knot reservoir. The massages his member gave her rendered her incapable of protest, so rather than get angry and tell him to stop, she eased back into it and applied as much pressure as she could on him alongside every bounce on his cock.

Above all else, she adored the sensation of his knot gently dilating her lips when accompanied by the sensation of his tapered, spiny tip prodding at her womb. So much so that she barely noticed that his cock was gently forcing itself beyond the control of her muscles and grinding its way deeper into her depths. All she felt was that wonderful stretch that came with a knot grinding against her cunt lips.

That was, until he slowed the pace and dug his claws into her thighs and hips, holding her in place as he ground against her and gyrated his hips to rotate and shift his knot against her, the many yet-uninflated lobes of his knot rolling against her lips. Before she realized what was happening, his cock tip stabbed into her womb as his knot squeezed just enough to pop into her and quickly expand, locking the two of them together in a proper tie.

The instant she felt his knot swell inside her, she threw her head back in unconstrained pleasure before gulping and turning to shoot a glare at him. "What are you doing?" She asked, her voice wavering as she struggled between anger and passion.

Storm just shook his head and grinned, hands still on her hips as he moved his body in waves to tug and push at her flesh.

Before she could get another word out, the door to the meeting room swung open to reveal Rick, Var, and Tritus. It was Rick who began speaking before realizing what was going on. "Hey Captain Galanodel, we were wondering if we could get an-" He paused and gulped as the other two glanced nervously at one another. "If this is a bad time..."

"Nonsense, come on in!" Storm declared with aplomb. "Might as well finish up the team."

Ithilwen shot him a look as if to ask him what the fuck he was doing, but as she felt his cock throb once more and pump her full of even more gryphon seed, she reluctantly concurred. "Shut the door behind you." Was all she needed to say to invite the other commanders to join in their fun.