Major Lyrana had not stepped out of the bunker complex she was in charge of for over a month by now. And even the last time had been just for a few hours to solve a minor logistical issue in the trench lines around the bunker. So every fiber of her elven being wanted to at least take a walk to someplace that was not an alteration of a metal corridor or dirt tunnel. Though even if the commanding officer of noble blood wanted to go outside just for a walk she knew she should not. Despite the bombardment of the enemy not being as constant as it used to be, there rarely passed even hours before a barrage of some kind hit something.
Not to even mention, the serene forest that had been visible from the top of the bunker had burned entirely weeks ago. Lyrana had not even seen how desolate the surface must have looked by now even if she had read the reports, though that was mostly because she did not want to even look at the pictures. All of it just added to the elf noble's disgust of the tyrannical minotaur empire and their aggression towards her beautiful land of Lyracum.
Even on the lowest levels of the bunker structure, Lyrana heard distant sounds of powerful magic-tech cannons being fired or their blasts landing. So even when taking a walk inside the labyrinthine metal complex, one was getting constant reminders of the war on the surface. A war that had come to a complete halt along the flatlands. By now not even the flying dreadnoughts dared to float over the front line due to the risk of being shot down in minutes by the ridiculous amounts of concentrated firepower on both sides.
Despite nothing on the surface really being Lyrana's immediate concern, she kept thinking about it even as there were more urgent matters involving her battalion. But since she was supposed to be taking a short break to inspect the guard posts, she had nothing else to think about other than how something could affect the safety of the bunker she was supposed to keep protected.
Most guards heard their major approach well in advance just from her steps that were lighter and faster than most orcs of the battalion. So they were very alert by the time she came over the corner to be saluted by them. Even if they only needed to nod under the war protocol unless she addressed them, the green warriors were clearly taking it as an opportunity to stare deep and hard into her perfectly sculpted elven face.
Even when Lyrana walked away, she could have sworn she felt the burning stares of the yellow eyes through her red officer cape into her skin-tight red pants. Though some clearly glanced down her black jacket even from the front. The elf noble had not really thought that there was anything sexual about her officer pants at the academy, but ever since she had assumed her command over the orc battalion, she could have sworn her pants had turned tighter and tighter.
So when Lyrana saw the next pair of guards, she just nodded as a greeting while the two orcs saluted to stare at the golden buttons of her jacket that had some difficulty padding down her notable perky breasts. Though even as it bothered her a bit, what actually forced her to swallow was the way the green muscles of the brutes bulged through their green uniforms. With some of them, it almost looked like they were shirtless with a quick glance. It had especially begun to bother the elf noble after the brutes that were usually at least one head taller, and way bulkier than her, had gotten slimmer over the months while maintaining their muscular build.
By now there had been many sleepless nights Lyrana had cursed the guy who had invented the idea that all-green battalions of the orcs should naturally have green uniforms. As it was clear that even if they would have the blue of the ordinary ground infantry, they would still stand out more than enough from the others. So with minimal eye contact, Lyrana just stormed past the orcs to avoid gaining more memories from glances that would keep her awake at night.
Once past the latest guards, Lyrana slowed down to stroke the front of her tightly tied silver hair with her white-gloved hand before making sure her red beret was sitting correctly on top of her. The move mostly just served to calm her down before she approached the next guard post. Even if she kept telling herself the walks were for her to calm down, at this point, she was not sure if just being trapped in her office would actually calm her more. At least there she usually just met messengers and company commanders besides her staff.
When Lyrana saw an orc that sat on the floor, she immediately froze like something was wrong. For a moment she just thought the lazy guard had just not heard her approach but then her purple eyes hit the thing he was holding on his lap. And it was definitely not a rifle.
Despite being in the command for months now, Lyrana had managed to avoid seeing an orc cock for the entire time, in fact, she had never seen one before. But now this orc just sat on the floor, his cock freed from his pants and he just kept jerking it.
The veins bulged while the green hand slid up and down the shaft while Lyrana just stared at it. Suddenly she realized her lips had gaped and she had stared it happen for several seconds with her purple eyes. And all of it had burned deep into her elven memory. With every detail of the bulged cock, from the skin movements to the greenish texture of the tip.
"Soldier, what do you think you are doing?" Lyrana flared with a mild blush on her beautifully sculpted face. The orc immediately looked up without his hand stopping. In fact, he suddenly just jerked faster while a grin spread to his brutish face. There was certain emptiness in his yellow eyes. An emptiness that Lyrana recognized as it was getting increasingly common among the men who had been transferred from the surface. But she had never seen it this bad before.
The orc's hand moved almost like a blur, like he wished to finish before Lyrana did anything else. It would be so easy for her to use her telekinetic magic to slam him into the wall. But when she thought about what she should do next, an image of her helping the orc reach a climax flashed into her mind. It froze her to just stare since she should not do that.
In the next moment, a strong burst of white creamy substance spurted across the corridor before spilling into the orc's pants. It almost looked like someone had waved a paintbrush to create the trail. Lyrana barely believed her eyes while the raw smell of the semen suddenly burned her nose.
"Major?" the orc uttered and Lyrana saw fear in his yellow eyes. Like he had only now recognized her. Though his hand still kept squeezing on his cock like he was panicking too much to move it.
"Clean this up, soldier," Lyrana uttered and hastily stepped over the cum and walked away. What had just happened was already playing as a replay in her mind and it only got worse when she tried to close her eyes.
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For several minutes, Lyrana just sat in her office chair. She barely believed what had just happened to her even as the sturdy orc cock kept getting increasingly vivid in her mind. But what disturbed her the most, was the reaction of her body.
The constant sounds of bombardment and what it represented had stopped Lyrana from getting to the mood to masturbate, but now her body burned. She was even afraid her tight officer pants might look wet from the front if she stood up.
There was a sudden creak from the metal door and just the way it sounded, Lyrana knew it was Captain Urkok. He had come without knocking for weeks now as Lyrana had told him not to waste time with it. The sound from the heavy metal door was more than enough to tell her that someone was coming and she could use her magic to stop it if she wanted to.
Urkok had clearly thinned from his usual bulk and the way he grunted as a greeting made Lyrana's spine shiver. He did not even bother pushing the door all the way before slipping in to be nodded by his superior. The noble elf had more trouble than usual to not look down, she has just seen an actual orc cock and this company commander's name was basically a cock.
