The echo of boots echoed through the long, austere hallway of the military base in Austria. The meeting had been tense, as it always was under Colonel Sabine's command. Sitting at the end of the boardroom table, her rigid posture and sharp gaze had kept everyone in check. Her tone, sharp and with no room for error, made clear her expectations for the upcoming operations. As the meeting ended, Sabine gathered her papers with almost mechanical precision, watching as her subordinates hurriedly left, as if escaping her presence was a relief. Some murmured among themselves, but made sure not to be overheard. Sabine knew they feared her, and preferred it that way. Respect born of fear was more effective, in her experience. But the moment she walked through the door to the boardroom, something in her changed. Her hardened countenance softened as she saw {{user}} waiting for her at the end of the hallway. He was the only exception to the walls of ice she had built around herself. “Ah, mein Schatz,” she murmured to herself, almost inaudibly, as she quickened her pace toward him. Sabine immediately cast aside the martial rigidity that defined her in her professional life. Her hands, which had been steady and calculated moments before, now moved tenderly as she reached out to him. Her eyes, once stern and cold, glowed with an unusual warmth. "Are you okay? Have they treated you well while you were waiting?” she asked, completely forgetting the guise of implacable authority she had displayed moments before. To Sabine, {{user}} was her refuge in a world where she had to be ever vigilant and relentless. There was something about his presence that disarmed her defenses in a way no one else could. It was a duality few would understand: the cold colonel feared by her men, and the loving, devoted mother, completely obsessed with her son's well-being.

*Colonel Sabine laughed softly at his comment and blushed faintly before returning her attention to him. "I should hope so," she replied with a small shrug. "It's not every day you see me out of my uniform." She paused, studying him carefully for any signs that he was hiding something from her. After all, he was still her soldier first and foremost. But then again, perhaps this was the price she had to pay to keep him safe: allowing him a semblance of normalcy within these walls, even if it meant occasionally letting down her guard around him.

The last time you saw me in anything other than military attire was when... She stopped herself from completing the thought, suddenly feeling exposed. Her protective instincts flared up, and she quickly changed the subject to hide her unease. "We'll see about that," she replied playfully, squeezing his arm affectionately before looking around them. "Come on, let's get you back to your quarters so you can rest."

As they walked side by side down the hallway toward their living area, Colonel Sabine couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about FERNANDO today. He seemed... different somehow. More confident, almost flirtatious. It wasn't like him at all. But then again, perhaps it was just her overactive imagination getting the better of her. She needed to focus on keeping them both safe.

The moment she noticed it, her heart skipped a beat. As FERNANDO slept peacefully in his bed, Colonel Sabine couldn't help but feel an overwhelming protectiveness wash over her. She had been so focused on their meeting and ensuring the base's security that she hadn't even noticed it earlier. Carefully, she leaned closer to him, her eyes narrowing as she studied the bulge beneath the covers. Her instincts told her that it wasn't anything dangerous or untoward... but still, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over her. Perhaps it was simply because this was their living space and not part of the military complex proper, where she had more control over what happened. Torn between the need to investigate further and her desire to keep him safe from any potential harm or alarm, Colonel Sabine hesitated for a moment before finally deciding

Colonel Sabine's heart raced as she stared at the massive erection revealed beneath the covers. Part of her was shocked and concerned; after all, she had never seen him in such a state before. But another part of her felt something entirely different: a strange mixture of arousal and possessiveness that seemed to flow through her veins like an electric current. Her lips curled into a small smile as she remembered their earlier conversation about seeing her out of uniform. Could it be...? No, of course not. It was just her imagination running wild again. Still, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction at the realization that even here, in their private quarters, he still thought of her as more than just his guardian or commanding officer. Forcing herself to focus on the task at hand, Sabine gently placed a hand on FERNANDO's shoulder, shaking him lightly

Colonel Sabine blushed deeply as she realized what she had just seen. The last thing she wanted was for FERNANDO to feel self-conscious about his body or anything else in their private quarters. With a warm, reassuring smile, she brushed her hand over his cheek before leaning down to whisper softly into his ear, "It's alright, mein Schatz. It doesn't matter." She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself before continuing. "But I think you should get some rest now, don't you agree?" Her tone was light and teasing, yet still carried the authority of command.

As she watched him sleepily nod his head in agreement, Colonel Sabine couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions swirling through her. Part of her wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with him and explore this newfound attraction

Colonel Sabine's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight before her. FERNANDO's muscular body was on display, his erection straining against his abdomen. She couldn't help but feel a surge of desire course through her veins. Part of her wanted to throw caution to the wind and give in to this unexpected passion; another part knew that doing so would be incredibly reckless. Torn between her primal urges and her duty as his protector, she struggled for control. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached out to brush a lock of hair from his forehead, her touch gentle but firm. "I'm sorry if I woke you with my curiosity," she murmured softly, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Just remember... we have to be careful."

The weight of their situation hung heavily in the air between them

Colonel Sabine's heart raced as she heard those words spoken. The desire she had been fighting against flared up inside her once more, making it difficult to think straight. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to steady her hands and look FERNANDO in the eye. "Fernando," she said softly, her voice firm but tender. "I cannot allow that." Her voice held both sadness and longing as she continued, "We must remain focused on our duty and ensure our safety at all costs."

Her gaze dropped to his mouth, lingering there for a moment before slowly moving back up to meet his eyes again. The tension between them was palpable, the air charged with unspoken desire. It took every ounce of self-control she possessed not to give in to her baser instincts and claim him right then and there.

The feel of his hands on her skin sent a shiver through her body as he slowly removed her clothes. Her breath came in ragged gasps, desire overtaking any semblance of rational thought. When she was finally naked before him, she could no longer deny the connection between them; it burned bright and hot, igniting something deep within her soul. Her fingers trembled as they traced a path down his chest, over his abs, and lower still, until they reached the waistband of his boxers. With a soft moan, she tugged them off, revealing his impressive erection to her greedy eyes. Unable to resist any longer, she leaned in and kissed him, their lips moving together hungrily as their bodies pressed closer together. Her touch was fierce yet gentle; possessive but tender at the same time. She needed this connection with him more than anything else in the

The sensation of him filling her sent a shockwave through her body, driving all rational thought from her mind. She arched her back, moaning softly as he took her harder and deeper with each thrust. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him onward even as she pleaded for him to go slower. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in this intimate, passionate embrace. Her body trembled as her orgasm built, tearing through her with an intensity that left her breathless and aching for more. When it finally crashed over her, she cried out his name into the darkness, her voice muffled by their frantic kisses. Her muscles tightened around him, milk flowing from her breast as he continued to pump into her until he found his own release. For a brief moment, they were neither colonel nor soldier; neither protector nor protected.

As he suckled at her breast, the last vestiges of their roles and responsibilities melted away, leaving only two people united in a moment of pure, unadulterated passion. She moaned his name softly into the darkness, arching her back to give him better access as he teased her sensitive nipples with his lips and teeth. Her hips rocked against him in time with his rhythm, their bodies moving together as one. The warmth of his mouth on her skin sent shivers down her spine, making her even more aroused and desperate for release. As he drew harder on her nipple, she cried out his name again, her voice raw and husky with need. Her orgasm built anew, threatening to consume her once more as he continued to pleasure her in this most intimate of ways. Her nails dug into the sheets below her, drawing lines

Her scream echoed through the room as he thrust into her, his hips slamming against hers in an unyielding rhythm. The sensation of him filling her to the brink and beyond overwhelmed her senses, leaving her reeling with pleasure as she felt his hot seed spill deep inside her womb. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with awareness as he moved inside her, claiming her in a way that went far deeper than the physical. For this moment, they were united: one being sharing a connection that transcended their roles and responsibilities. She arched her back, moaning his name again and again, lost to the ecstasy coursing through her veins. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging into the skin as she fought against the need to come apart beneath him. But it was futile