#lynenposting

only your actions talk

irene’s footfalls were soundless - years of training making them slow and steady and even. the only sign of her presence at all was her shadow casting long and dark against the cobblestone pavement leading to the barracks.

a twinge of pain under her shoulder blade made the corner of mouth twitch in annoyance. it had been a longer day than usual, strategizing efficient patrol schedules while coming up with rigorous training regimens for the new recruits.

how ironic that the pain in her back was from sitting still for too long. she's sure her family would turn up their noses and snort at how she'd gone full circle - an heiress turned dame turned back to making calculations on parchment. 

she supposed that it could have been worse. she could have spent even her entire day hunched over a large oak desk rather than spending some time standing guard at princess seulgi’s afternoon tea party. 

holding back a sigh, irene passed the last stone archway that eventually ended at her quarters. 

on any other night, she would have been ready for it. 

she would have seen the inch of uneven darkness in the corner. she would have heard the soft breathing, would have sensed the other person's intentions from a mile away. but it was tonight, when her ears were numb from being tugged at with her own frustration, tonight when her eyes were hazy from the rows and rows of writing she stared at, tonight when she had her guard down and just wanted to lay back and tire herself out and fall into a boneless sleep.

the grab at her shoulder caused instinct to take over. without a thought, her body spun around, weight shifting to lunge forward until her right forearm trapped a chest between herself and the wall. her left hand landed on the hilt of her sword before coming to an abrupt stop - the situation finally catching up to her brain. 

irene withheld a click of her tongue. this damn woman had been a thorn in her side ever since she joined. 

she pulled herself off the younger woman. "what do you want?" irene snapped, body finally calming down enough for her to release her hold on her sword and cross her arms.

a measly few inches in front of her, the fourth order’s newest recruit glared back. 

"i want to train," the taller woman replied, brow furrowed and tone demanding as if she hadn't been pinned against the hallway at irene's mercy mere seconds ago. "you're supposed to train me properly, but you're not. you’re supposed to be a dame, but you’re disobeying direct orders from the crown."

irene felt irritation flare up in her chest, indignant at being told off by a commoner recruit of all people. she scoffed.

the knight-commander started to turn away, deciding not to humor joy for a second longer, but a hand tugging at her arm stopped the movement altogether.

what in heavens made this recruit think she could touch her like that? irene whipped the hand off with unnecessary force, seething at the thought of being touched by her. 

"just because i don't come from a noble family-” joy started, and irene almost gave in and rolled her eyes. “doesn't mean you get to single me out and treat me like i'm any less capable than you. wendy chose me as her bodyguard, so i must be doing something right."

irene's grip on her own arms tightened at the reminder. how dare she- the stupid, stupid girl. how dare she weigh princess wendy’s decision so lightly. how dare she even think to disrespect the princess’ name and spit it out her dirty mouth without its righteous title. 

"you're lucky i don't slice you in two right now.” irene’s voice comes out as barely more than a whisper, but her rage is heavy and potent on her tongue. from the sudden stillness in joy’s frame, it seemed the recruit sensed that too. "i don't owe you anything. i only tolerate your presence because it's my duty to the crown."

joy took a step closer, hand on her own sword. "i don't need your tolerance. i'll fight you for my right to train if i have to. as my duty to be at my best for the crown."

irene’s head titled at the threat, vaguely amused. "you think you can take me?"

joy’s eyes flashed with bubbling anger as she bared her teeth. "i can take anyone who stands in my way, even you."

irene shook her head, anger deflating, replaced by bemusement. she was a decorated soldier- had sacrificed her teen years, fresh out of the academy, to serve and protect her princess with every breath. she'd laid her life on the line for the royal family in wars, had defended her princess' honor against brainless suitors waving their weapons thoughtlessly. 

joy was nothing next to that. she was worth absolutely nothing. 

and yet. 

wendy… 

joy lunged forward, aiming to bodily strike at her with the miniscule space between them. it wasn't even a rookie mistake- it was a brawl she tried to instigate, the finesse of knightly duels completely absent from her form. is that what caught wendy’s attention? joy’s recklessness and unsightly bravery? 

irene effortlessly sidestepped the attack and countered with a swift kick and hook at joy’s ankle. it stopped her momentum and caused her hips to twist too quickly and unnaturally. joy winced in pain, but didn't back down.

she sent a swift kick to joy's front that knocked the wind out of her while she was unbalanced. the younger dame tripped backwards, her sword falling to the ground as she held her center.

irene unsheathed and pointed her sword at the other woman’s throat before dragging its tip to a cheek. "go back to your room." her voice was soft. the sword was enough of a threat, but it wouldn't hurt to press in. “or else you might not like what i'll do to that pretty face."

"you have no right to treat me like-"

"i treat you how you deserve to be treated. you have no respect for authority, no discipline, and no skill. you're lucky i bother letting you be around me at all.”

disarmed and on the floor, joy had no chance. it didn't even matter that irene had years on her.

one second they were separated, and the next joy’s back thudded on the pavement, irene's knee pressing down on her diaphragm.

“your baseless arrogance knows no bounds. you strut around like a peacock, oblivious to your own incompetence. you speak out of turn, flaunting your ignorance as if it were a badge of honor. your lack of humility is staggering, as if you believe yourself to be above reproach.”

irene's eyes glinted with a fierce intensity as she held joy down, her hands suddenly around the younger dame’s neck, squeezing tight. joy struggled beneath her, hands desperately clawing at the commander’s fingers around her throat, but irene's strength was too much for her.

"every time you step onto the training grounds, you make a mockery of what it means to be a soldier. you're a joke, plain and simple," irene growled, fingertips pressing harder around joy's neck, preventing her from taking even a single breath. "you're not even worth the dirt on my boots, nothing but a pathetic little girl desperate for attention. you already have princess wendy’s, don’t you? what are you running after me for?"

joy's frantic struggles beneath irene rocked them around but did nothing else, her body only thrashing desperately against the strong hold. the older woman smirked and leaned in closer, her breath hot on joy's face.

"you stumbled into this castle through sheer. dumb. luck," irene whispered, her voice dripping with venom. "anyone could have been here in your place at princess wendy’s whim. remember that," she spat, her words laced with disdain. she let go of the younger dame, relishing in the sight of joy's humiliation as the redness of her cheeks burned brighter, matching the set of pink trails around her neck.

but it wasn’t enough. no, joy could never fully understand the difference between them. 

a cry of agony ripped through the hallway as she raised a hand and struck joy’s jaw with her palm, her rough and calloused skin scratching at the delicate, beautiful, face writhing in pain.

“maybe this will make you think twice before daring to challenge me.”

what was once pale skin bruised red, now completely flushed.

irene's lip curled into a sneer of disgust as she noticed the sudden bucking of joy’s hips beneath her, warmth spreading as a wet spot appeared on the soldier’s trousers. "pathetic," she spat, voice dripping with contempt. "even in defeat, you manage to disgrace yourself further."

—

joy's cheeks flush crimson with a whimper as she obviously realized what happened, but irene's scornful gaze offers nothing but cruel curiosity. "do you like being hurt by me? does it make you feel helpless and weak?"

the new recruit struggled beneath irene's weight, arms flailing weakly as she attempted to push the other off, but the older woman was too strong for her. irene leaned in closer, slapping away joy’s wrists, her breath hot against joy's ear.

"seems even a little pressure is too much for you to handle," she remarked, her voice laced with contempt. “is this what you need training on, you disgraceful little girl? do you need to know when you're permitted to come?”

"get away from me!" joy spat out, her voice shaking with a mix of fear, anger, and obvious arousal. it was pitiful how she tried and failed to hide it. “you’re fucking disgusting- i don’t need your help!”

irene just laughed, cruelly amused by the defiance of the younger woman. "oh, but you do. you've made such a mess of yourself. you expect me to train you, to stop you from coming all over yourself at being sat on.”

joy's face burned with humiliation as she realized the extent of her accident once irene raised her hips, her trousers and underwear marked. she had been so focused on her struggle that she hadn't even noticed the pressure building up in her until it was too late.

"let me go," she begged, struggling against irene's weight, biting her lip and looking away. "... please."

however, irene only chuckled.

joy's eyes widened as irene's grip tightened around her wrists with a vice-like force. she attempted to resist, but it was futile, just like every other time she tried. irene's superior strength rendered her efforts useless, her muscles honed for battle and struggle, unlike joy’s.

irene's cruel laughter echoed through the air as she leaned in, her face mere inches from joy's. "i can practically taste the fear radiating from you, joy. it's exhilarating. but fret not, i'll ensure you savor every moment of your humiliation.”

the commander leaned back, reaching for joy's pants, and with a forceful tug, exposed her hips and thighs.

joy's gasp was swallowed by a wave of shock and embarrassment as she instinctively tried to shield herself with her hands.

irene's laughter echoed once more as she seized joy's wrists, her grip unrelenting. "oh no, no, you don't get to hide now. i want to see everything." 

then her hands started to explore joy’s body, down her abs until she reached joy’s wet, swollen shaft, lightly wrapping fingers around the oversensitive skin. “show me how much you want the big bad commander touching you, hurting you.”

joy let out a low groan as irene's hand pulled at and pumped her member, the touch causing shivers to run down her spine. she tried to resist, but the pleasure was too overwhelming, and she found herself arching her back in response, roughly bucking her cum-covered dick into the makeshift hole.

"you even came at just the thought. you like being at my mercy, little girl?"

joy whimpered in response, shaking her head, but her body betrayed her as it responded eagerly to the older dame's touch. 

irene continued to tease and fondle joy until she was writhing, her breathing labored and her body on the brink of release. and just when joy thought she couldn't take any more, irene suddenly pulled away, leaving her gasping and desperate for more.

“come here.” irene lifted herself off the other woman and stood, unbuckling her belt. "show me how much you want it," irene commanded, pulling at her trousers until her own shaft was revealed..

joy gasped as irene's hand grabbed the back of her head, guiding her towards her member, tugging at her hair as she did so.

there was no point in resisting. time and time again, irene proved she was stronger. 

joy whimpered and took the shaft into her mouth, taking in as much as she could, the fingers on the back of her head pulling her to take in just a bit more every time. she sucked and licked, feeling irene's grip on her head tighten with each passing moment.

as she continued to pleasure the older woman, joy felt a growing sense of arousal building within her. she couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this, how much she wanted the commander’s harsh touch and voiced approval.

irene let out a low moan as joy continued to pleasure her. "that's it, baby. show me how much you want me to train you like a dog."

joy desperately complied, taking irene deeper and deeper into her mouth. she could feel her own member straining, the cool air on her hot cock causing her cum to leak out in globs, her white seed dropping to the wet, bunched trousers below her as she sat back on her haunches.

irene suddenly pulled away from joy, leaving her gasping for breath. "not so fast, little puppy," she said with a smirk. "you're not done pleasing me yet."

joy whined in frustration, her body aching with need for irene’s cock now that she’s gotten a taste. not only was resisting a waste, it would be a mistake.

the older woman opened the door to her private quarters and kicked joy inside, the younger dame falling helplessly on her sore arm, groaning. she panted on the floor, eyes gazing up at the dark figure of irene above her. joy’s soaked pants were still around her knees, her cock swollen red and standing at attention. 

“get up,” irene’s voice had joy scrambling to obey. “on the bed with your hips off the edge.” the older woman impassively watched as joy struggled to follow, her aching cock brushing against the smooth sheets. 

—

irene moved behind her, tilting her head at the way joy was able to curl her hips into the bed and lean away from her. they couldn't have that. 

with the strength that her years of knightly training had granted her, the commander easily lifted joy's hips off the mattress. the younger woman gasped and flinched as irene set her limbs just the way she wanted, casually and roughly pulling at her aching legs and stiff cock. 

eventually irene leaned back and observed her finished work. joy was practically squatting as she laid on her stomach, only her feet and dick hanging off the edge, brushing up against the sheets. in this position her back arched beautifully, her hole in perfect view for irene to ravish. but first... 

“do you like it rough?”

joy’s only response was a whimper. 

irene's hands landed on the younger woman’s ass, squeezing it roughly and eliciting a gasp from the taller’s lips. "answer me," she demanded. "do you like it rough, like a bitch in heat?"

joy's voice was barely a whisper as she responded. "yes, ma’am. i love it rough."

"good girl," irene practically purred. "i think you're going to like this then." she raised her hand and brought it down hard on joy's backside, leaving a red handprint in its wake.

—

joy cried out in both pain and pleasure, her body shaking with the force of the impact, grunting as the force and shock caused her dick to chafe against the side of the bed. 

it was amazing, torturous, but irene wasn't done yet. she continued to deliver hard slaps to joy's ass, each one causing her to moan louder and louder.

as irene continued to spank her, joy's mind went blank, consumed by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. she had never felt so alive, so completely in the moment. she was at irene's mercy, and she loved every second of it.

finally, after what felt like an eternity, irene stopped. 

joy's ass was sore and sensitive, but she couldn't deny how much she enjoyed the punishment. she turned her head to look at irene, who was now sitting beside her prone form.

"did you enjoy that, my little pet?" irene asked, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

"yes," joy replied, her voice hoarse with desire.

"good," irene said, her hand trailing down joy's back. "but we're not finished yet."

joy shivered at the touch of irene's rough hand, suspense building inside her. 

"i want you to beg for me, joy. beg for my touch, my attention, my mercy."

joy's breath caught in her throat, and she hesitated for a moment. but the desire burning inside her was too much to resist, and she finally spoke up. "please, commander irene. i need you. touch me, make me yours."

irene chuckled darkly, her fingers tracing circles on joy's skin. "oh, you’re already mine, puppy. but i'll give you what you need."

with that, irene's hand moved lower, trailing down joy's spine and over her ass. joy gasped as irene's fingers slipped between her cheeks, exploring her rim with ease. 

her other hand pressed down on joy’s spine, bowing her lower back and exposing her behind even more to the cool night air. 

irene's fingers worked expertly, moving in and out of joy's pursed asshole, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. her touch was rough and demanding, and joy couldn't help but sob as she was pushed closer and closer to the edge.

joy's breathing grew more ragged as she neared her climax, and she gripped the sheets under her tightly. just as she was about to go over the edge, irene suddenly withdrew her fingers, leaving joy panting and desperate for release.

"please," joy whimpered, her body begging for more.

"please what, little one?"

"please, commander irene," joy begged, "i need release. please let me come."

—

irene considered her for a moment, a smirk on her lips. "very well," she finally said, standing from the bed and kneeling behind the younger dame. "but you'll have to earn it. show me how much you want it."

joy gasped as irene's thick member pressed against her, her body trembling with desire. she knew that she had to prove herself if she wanted to earn her release, so she braced herself and pushed back against irene's cock, slipping around its head, taking it deep inside her.

the commander upped the ante without warning and slammed into joy, her cock hitting all the right spots and driving joy wild with ecstasy. 

“ah! oh gods,” joy cried out as her hips slammed into her, her body responding with uncontrollable pleasure. the older dame continued to pound into her with increasing intensity, pushing her further and further up onto her bed from the force. 

joy's moans escalated in volume and desperation as she neared her climax, her body quivering with the force of the impending orgasm under irene's skilled hands.

with a loud cry, joy came, her body convulsing as her hot white seed streamed out of her, spurting onto the hardwood floor — everywhere, making an absolute mess.

irene didn't stop, though. 

again and again, she pistoned in and out, driving her to the brink and barrelling past it. when joy tried to lift herself up off the bed, she only roughly pushed her down. when she attempted to get away by resisting irene’s thrusts with a hand, the commander only twisted her arms until they were against her back. 

joy couldn’t tell when her moans of pleasure turned into cries of panic. or if they even did- she was too intoxicated with the hazy mix of both lust and suffering.

“i- ah! please i- it’s t-too-!”

—

irene ignored her cries and kept pummeling into her, until joy’s cum ran close to transparent, until her arms were tingling numb and sore, until she was completely spent and unable to move.

finally, irene withdrew from the younger dame, her own orgasm only still building inside her. she looked down at joy with a glint in her eyes. "well done," she said. "you've earned your release. but don't think for a moment that you're done pleasing me."

she pushed the younger woman up the bed with ease, joy sprawled and panting and completely at her mercy. "please," joy whimpered, pleading for mercy as she pathetically struggled against irene’s strength. 

the older woman only turned her around so she lay on her back, her knees finally free from her damp bottoms, legs extended and in irene’s hands. 

"please, no more."

irene pinned joy to the bed, her body writhing beneath her touch. she wasn't finished yet. she wanted to see how far she could push the younger dame, to take her to the edge and beyond. she leaned down, joy's thighs stretched between their chests, her lips ghosting over the other woman’s ear.

"i'm not done with you yet," she whispered, her breath hot against sweaty skin.

joy’s breath caught in her throat as the words sent shivers down her spine. she couldn't handle more, her body was already pushed to its limits. 

"no… please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. but her plea only served to fuel irene's desire, and she felt the older woman press herself harder against her body. “i can’t take it anymore.”

"you're mine, joy," irene growled, her teeth digging into the pliant flesh of her neck, causing a sting of pain to shoot across joy’s shoulder. then the commander leaned back, looming above her. "and i'll take you as many times as i want."

joy nodded obediently, her big eyes glazed with fear.

irene’s smirk widened into a smug grin as she sheathed herself back into joy, the younger woman’s tight hole taking in her shaft with familiarity, her cavern fluttering around her. the pain was so intense it caused joy’s eyes to well up with tears.

with only a dark chuckle in reaction, irene continued her assault on the younger dame’s body, determined to break her completely.

“haah, ah, ah, hmfh,” joy babbled, her arms weakly covering her face as she drooled, delirious from the overstimulation on her hole and swollen cock swinging freely against her navel, chafing against the skin there.

irene continued to thrust into joy, relishing in the sensation of the younger woman's body spasming with the strain, wrapped tightly around hers. 

with each thrust, she could feel joy's body weakening under her, the light of consciousness in the younger woman’s eyes dimming. irene leaned down once more with a grin, pressing her lips against joy's ear.

"still with me, my pretty pet?" she chuckled, her own breaths coming short as she neared climax.

joy response was a weak whine, her body unable to form coherent words or thoughts, in and out of lucidity. irene's smug grin only grew wider as she continued to take joy past the point of ecstasy, the younger woman’s awareness slipping away.

irene's body tensed as she felt the familiar sensation building inside of her. 

“fuck, joy, you’re so tight, baby,” she groaned, leaning forward until her elbows framed joy’s face, licking into the younger woman’s soft mouth.

“f-for you,” was joy’s murmured, barely conscious response that sent her over the edge.

with one final, deep thrust, irene reached her climax. her body convulsed with pleasure, muscles contracting and relaxing in rapid succession as she felt her release flood the patiently waiting passage that was joy’s rectum. her toes curled and her fingers dug into pale skin as ripples of euphoria stirred inside of her.

“take it, you fucking dog. who’s barking now?” she grunted, gritting her teeth.

she could feel every ridge and vein of her own flesh rubbing against joy's inner walls, heightening her pleasure as the younger woman's body went limp under her, clear cum gushing out of her flaccid, worn-out cock.

and yet the commander’s dick continued to throb and pump out her own release, filling in joy’s abused hole unhurriedly, simply pouring out her seed until it spilled out.

irene withdrew from joy, the sound of their slick flesh separating filling the small room. she looked down at the younger woman whose features were slack in unconsciousness, and felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her.

she surveyed the marks left on joy's skin with a sense of satisfaction. the palm-shaped bruises were scattered across joy's neck, ankles, and hips, a testament to the intensity of their encounter. 

some of the marks were deep purple, the skin swollen and tender to the touch. others were a mottled shade of red, indicating that they were more recent. irene traced her fingers lightly over the bruises, feeling a shiver of pleasure run through her as she remembered how joy had writhed and moaned beneath her.

funnily enough, the marks blended in seamlessly with the other bruises that joy had accumulated during her knightly training. to the casual observer, it would be impossible to tell which bruises were the result of battle and which were the result of their tryst.