<div class="floatright">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/c4542549840349a1ec20269f7f6ba267/tumblr_mua1fcvptN1rv5sn9o1_1280.jpg)</div>Within the bedroom there was a lot of creaking, slapping, moaning, and grunting.  Yunalesca - Yuna was what she preferred - Braska was the source of it, as was the fourth of her second-in-commands, on all fours before her and currently getting rammed by her superior officer from behind, in Yuna's favorite hole no less.  It'd been some time since they started going at it, round three in fact, and Yuna was finally getting close, drawing out of her ass fully and preparing for one last powerful-<br/><br/>"<em>What?!</em>" she exclaimed as her door was thrown open before her, instinctively thrusting forward as she lost her focus, missing the asshole she was attempting to spear, sliding between the cheeks up, and instead of filling her subordinate with her seed - said subordinate crying out in her own release mixed with displeasure at the missed thrust and what was to cum - ended up spraying it like a double hackabut forth at Lt. Grashe...<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://rule34-data-000.paheal.net/_images/c9e4fac4c8b7d1fe8e3f9f61e9fec43d/93559%20-%20Final_Fantasy_X-2%20Yuna.jpg)</div>"So..." Yuna said as she finished cleaning her cock off, and wrapped her scandalously short black kilt-skirt around her waist, holding it in place with the pin which was actually her badge of office, following it by helping to keep it in place with her belt, holding scroll cases, her magical pouch, and of course her trusty firearm "How does it feel, Lt. Grashe?  Is it warm?  Sticky?  Why don't you tell your fellow officer what it's like, considering she'd worked so very hard to get inside her body what you currently have upon your face..."<br/><br/>Her tone, of course, was rhetorical as she turned and faced her three L-Ts at attention, her fourth still covering herself by the sheets and glaring at Lt. Grashe at the forefront, whom by order of Commandant Braska herself was not permitted to yet wipe Yuna's astray release from her thoroughly coated face, leaving it stained with her white fluid.  The Commandant crossed her arms under her heavy bosom, unclad but for her short kilt and gear about it, a smile on her face but her tone clearly more stern through the rest of her body.<br/><br/>"So, who would like to explain what emergency, what significant, notable,<em>key</em>piece of information warranted you three barging into my room, interrupting me mid coitus, and ruining a personal gift that I was attempting to fill - and as you saw I was doing a damn good job of filling her with it - as a personal request from your fellow Lieutenant after putting down that potential 'incident' yesterday before it became an actual problem?" she asked, the softness of her tone and sincerity of her voice undermined by the stern posture of her body "Certainly there must be<em>something</em>of the utmost significance or importance to warrant you not even<em>knocking</em>upon my door, providing me with the common courtesy of a fellow of humankind, not to mention as your superior officer... perhaps you have a lead regarding the<em>other</em>and more concerning reason why I am here, hm?"