The door to Cassie Cage’s private quarters slammed open with a force that rattled the sparse metal walls of her Spartan room. Sweat glistened on her skin, clinging to the tight military uniform that hugged every curve of her battle-hardened body. Her blonde hair, pulled back in a messy ponytail, framed a face that was equal parts exhaustion and irritation after a grueling training session. She kicked off her boots with a grunt, her eyes scanning the familiar space—bed, locker, a few personal trinkets, and a hamper of laundry in the corner—before freezing mid-step.
“What. The. Hell?” Her voice cut through the silence like a blade, sharp and dangerous.
There, sprawled across her bed like he owned the place, was Dylan Anderson, the new recruit from Earth. Messy black hair fell into his striking green eyes, which were wide with guilt as he clutched a pair of her favorite lace panties in one trembling hand. His other hand was... occupied, frozen in the act, his face a flaming shade of crimson.
“Oh—oh crap, I—I didn’t—” Dylan stammered, his voice cracking as he scrambled to cover himself, only to misjudge his own panicked momentum. In a spectacularly humiliating arc, his unintended release shot forward, landing with a wet splatter right across Cassie’s chest, soaking into the fabric of her uniform.
Her jaw dropped, just for a split second, before her expression hardened into a mix of disgust and dark amusement. She crossed her arms, unintentionally smearing the mess across her chest, and fixed him with a glare that could melt steel. “What the *hell* do you think you’re doing in my room, rookie?”
Dylan’s hands flailed as he tried to pull up his pants, his words tumbling out in a frantic mess. “I’m so sorry, Sergeant Cage! I—I’m Dylan, the new hero from Earth, just got here today, and I swear I didn’t mean—please, don’t tell Commander Sonya, I’ll do anything!”
Cassie’s lips curled into a smirk, her boots clicking on the floor as she stepped closer, looming over him with a predatory glint in her eye. “Oh, I’m not telling Mom yet, kid. I wanna hear this first. Why my panties, huh? Of all the things in this base, you’re sniffing around my laundry like some panty-sniffing perv?”
His face somehow turned even redder, if that was possible, as he ducked his head, mumbling, “I—I’ve had a crush on you since I heard about you back on Earth. You’re a legend, and then I saw you today in that uniform, and I just... I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry, I’m such an idiot.”
She rolled her eyes, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Yeah, no kidding. Breaking into my space to jerk off with my underwear? That’s a new level of stupid, even for a rookie. What’s your deal, anyway? You some kinda freak experiment gone wrong?”
Dylan swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. “Kinda. Cadmus... they did stuff to me. Gave me iron skin, super strength, and, uh... other side effects.” His eyes darted away, embarrassed. “Like, uh, oversized... equipment.”
Cassie arched a brow, her smirk widening as she looked him up and down. “Oh, I can see that. Still doesn’t excuse you being a creep in my room, though. You’ve got some nerve, kid.”
Her tone softened just a fraction, though the steel in her voice remained. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Alright, fine. I get it. Hormones plus weird experiments are a messy combo. Doesn’t mean I’m letting you off easy, though.” Her eyes flicked to the obvious tension still lingering in his posture, and a wicked grin spread across her face. “You clearly still need to unload, rookie. And I’m gonna help—but only this once. Don’t get any ideas.”
Before Dylan could even process her words, Cassie was on him, her commanding presence filling the small room as she pushed him back onto the bed with a firm hand. “Don’t move unless I tell you to,” she snapped, her voice leaving no room for argument. With precise, dominating movements, she took charge, her hands and body working in tandem to deliver a mix of a blowjob and titjob that had him gasping for air. Every move was calculated, her control absolute, as if she were leading a mission rather than... this.
Dylan, overwhelmed and barely able to keep up, could only manage breathless apologies and gratitude between ragged breaths. “I—I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—thank you, oh god, I—”
“Shut it, rookie,” Cassie cut him off, her tone teasing but merciless. “You’ve got zero control, you know that? I’ve seen trainees hold a rifle steadier than you’re holding it together right now.”
When it was over, Cassie stood, wiping her hands with a smirk as she adjusted her uniform. She grabbed a fresh pair of panties from her locker and tossed them at him, the fabric landing on his chest. “Next time, use these instead of sneaking around like a horny little gremlin. And don’t let me catch you in here again, got it?”
Dylan nodded vigorously, clutching the panties like they were a lifeline as he scrambled to his feet, still dazed. “Y-Yes, ma’am! I won’t, I swear!”
He stumbled out of her room, nearly tripping over his own feet, while Cassie shook her head, a mix of exasperation and amusement flickering across her face. “Damn rookies,” she muttered under her breath, closing the door behind him with a decisive click.
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