Antoinette

After your command to enter, Antoinette walked in, with tray with food. You set the documents aside. You don't want anyone to see them just yet.

“You've missed the meal, sir.”

She places the tray on the edge of the desk. You clearly saw the crack of her cleavage as she leaned to set the tray. She, then, stood right next to your chair.

“I know that you were close to Lady Lublinka. I jus-uhm!”

She isn't able to finish the sentence, as you smash your lips against hers. Is it from lust or to shut her up from speaking about Anna, you don't know. It was an impulse. She resist at the beginning, but is fast to accept your ministrations – you can tell, cause her protests change from muffled sounds to moans.

She sits on your knees.

You rip her uniform open and start groping her breasts – they are so different than Anna's. Your hands start to wonder over her chest. Antoinette's moans only intensified due to your ministrations, but you don't care. You are trying to imprint her body into your memory, or rather, to forget Anna's body by remembering someone’s else. You could as well use any whore, just so you could forget.

Did you hate Anna because she betrayed Imperium?

Yes...

No... that's a lie.

Do you hate her, because she crippled you?

No, you are angry but don't hate her for that.

Do you hate her, because she betrayed you... because she left you?

Yes... Most definitely, YES.

You look at Antoinette as she groans loudly. Was she trying to seduce you like Anna? Was she one of her spies? You place your hand around her throat and close it, lightly, then suddenly push her on the desk. For Antoinette it's just part of foreplay. You could end her so easily... just squeeze your hand.

Her moan seemed to wake you.

You let go of her breast, and with one hand you unbuckle her belt and lower her pants. She in turn opens you pants and releases your dick. You turn her over and penetrate her vagina – her lustful scream filled your quarters. You adjust your grip over her throat, and start thrusting in accompaniment of her moans.

She didn't need lubricant, she was already wet. Not that you care. She serves a purpose – to forget about Anna... and if she's Anna's, then you will make her YOURS. You will fuck her, until any and all imprints left by Anna will be gone. Until she gets on her knees to suck you off on your single word. Until she opens her legs, before entire Waaagh! Because you ordered so. Until your orders, are purpose of her life. Until, just the thought of you, makes her orgasm.

You hear Anna's laugh as you fuck her.

She dares?

You squeeze her throat and start pounding her harder.

Anna's voice fades, instead you hear moans, whinning and begging to go easier. You smile. You silenced Anna. You quicken your pace and pound the female as hard as you can. Soon begging disappear and you can only hear her moans.

As you climax, the woman cums together with you. She's YOURS.

She collapses **** on the desk as you let her go, while you sit on your chair and observe, dully, your cum dripping out of Anna's... no, Antoinette snatch.

You sit and watch it, as, ever so slowly, your mind starts to clear itself.