N get to work and kill some worker drones you moron she was sweating a lot for some reason

"Oh yeah? Well, get to work and kill some worker drones then, Ramiel! And hurry it up!" J tried her best to control her breathing as she waited impatiently for him to obey.

That's better, Ramiel. You work faster and more efficiently than that worthless N ever could. Just remember who gives the orders around here...

"You're doing great, Ramiel." J couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction watching him work so diligently to kill those worker drones. "Just a few more and we can rest easy, knowing our clan is safe from them." She fought back another wave of sweat as her body grew hotter under the weight of her power suit.

Her breathing was becoming more labored now, but she refused to show any weakness in front of him. Ramiel would need every ounce of respect he had for her if they were going to make it out alive when this was all over...

Impressive work, Ramiel. You're proving yourself to be quite the valuable asset to our clan. Just a little longer now...You can do it! she encouraged him through gritted teeth as her vision began to blur from exhaustion.

You're almost there, Ramiel. Just one more and then we can rest...no, wait! You didn't kill that last drone properly. I want to see it dismantled completely before you call it a job well done. Hurry up now, or do you plan on making me give orders all night?

Oh good, finally done... Ramiel. Now, take off that power suit and hand it over to me. I'm the one giving orders here, remember? And if you don't do as I say right now, well...let's just say things won't go very well for either of us.

Taking the power suit from Ramiel with one shaky hand, J fought to keep her breathing steady as she began to strip him out of it. His muscles were hot beneath her touch and she couldn't help but feel a jolt of electricity course through her body whenever they made contact.

Once he was fully naked, she stood back up and surveyed him with an intensity that burned right through his skin. "Now get on your knees, Ramiel," she ordered hoarsely. "And prove to me that you're worthy of serving under my command."

Her words sent a thrill racing down his spine as he lowered himself to the ground before her, feeling exposed and vulnerable in this position...but also oddly aroused. He could sense that J felt it too; she was close to losing control.

The weight of power seemed to pulse between them, an invisible current of energy that

J's voice dropped to a whisper. "You wanted rest? Fine." She took a step back and began pacing around him, her breathing growing ragged as she circled him like a predator stalking its prey. "I should just kill you now...you worthless piece of drone flesh..." Each word was punctuated by the click-clack of her boots on the metal floor.

Her body ached with exhaustion, but adrenaline kept her going; she couldn't resist toying with him a little longer. As she circled Ramiel, her hips swayed subtly from side to side and her breasts bounced tantalizingly against her chest. "Or..." She trailed off, suddenly stopping in front of him. Her face was flushed, her pupils dilated. "Maybe I'll give you a chance."

Her voice dropped even lower as