It was a quarter to noon.

Itami let out yet another bored sigh as his cheek rested lazily upon his palm. His left hand tapped a pen against the beginning of yet another stack of paperwork; more and more reports and findings of the Special Region kept flooding in. His weariness of the more tedious tasks required as a Lieutenant was eating at him. What he wouldn't give to just go back home, lounging in his apartment with a stack of doujinshi instead...sipping on a Coke with the fan blowing...maybe a certain blonde head in between his thighs…

Itami's daydreaming eyes shot wide open and he cursed.

Once again, the beast was awake.

Just to make sure, Itami scooted his office chair back to check the particular area of distraction. As if it was an unwanted friend poking in to say hello, his cock was at full attention, straining at the fabric of his green trousers. He let out another exasperated sigh. Just as he thought the day could get any worse; he was horny again.

His mind immediately opened the floodgates. Memories of the past two weeks flashed into his mind as his nose perked at the faint ghost of her scent. Tuka's scent. Since his visit to her living quarters, she had been more than willing to be the recipient of his insatiable libido. She made love to him much differently than Rory, allowing Itami to experiment in ways that wouldn't have been possible with the demigoddess. He soon found himself reserving all of his free time to walking to her quarters, leaving hours later with his hair in disarray, streaks left by her nails hidden by his uniform. Whether it was his strong attraction to Tuka and her otherworldly beauty or just the primal urge to release his lust, Itami couldn't get enough.

But now, sitting here again in the room, feeling as he did two weeks ago before meeting Tuka, Itami felt the familiar pangs of sexual frustration begin to plague him. He groaned a bit as a throb from his little soldier threatened to break it free from its clothy confines.

Maybe I should just jack off and get it over with, he thought to himself, chastising his juvenile tendencies. If he'd known he'd get this addicted to sex, he would never have accepted Rory's invitation at the foot of Hakone mountain.

After those countless hours having passionate sex with Rory, and now Tuka, he thought the tension inside of him would merely dissipate, that these urges were just impulsive, itches he needed to scratch. But on the contrary, Itami felt as if the problem was merely getting worse. It was as if his horniness was growing, taking form in the pit of his stomach as this beast that's been growling at him ever since that eventful first night with Rory.

He shook his head in frustration and embarrassment. Oh, how far he had fallen. He used to be content with the lust he poured into the volumes upon volumes of doujins he'd collected, but now, he knew just a hand would never be enough. Probably ever again.

He leaned back in his chair, eyes shut, hands gripping his hair as he glared into the ceiling, as if it would bless him with a solution.

God, I knew I shouldn't have "taken a break" with Tuka, Itami thought, chastising himself even further. It's been three days since I've seen her, much less had sex with her. It's not like she wasn't enjoying all the sex we were having either…

Tuka's body took center stage in his mind then, her lithe legs, the smoothness of her creamy skin, long, sweet-smelling hair. What he wouldn't give to just-

As if on cue, a knock ensued from the door to his office.

Great. They couldn't have come at a worse time.

"I'm coming," Itami said, slightly panicking upon the realization that he was still rock-hard. He opened his mouth again to tell whoever was at the door to let themselves in before realizing with a curse that it was locked.

Painfully trying to shove and hide the tent pitched in his trousers, Itami strode over to the door and unlocked it, deigning to open it a crack, hiding his shame behind the door.

"Can I help y-"

Itami's words were cut short as his eyes were met with what seemed to be heavensent: standing before him with a coy smile, was Tuka.

"Hi, daddy," she said, keeping up the innocent facade (though the suggestive emphasis on "daddy" ultimately spoiled the effect).

"T-Tuka," Itami said, stammering over what to say as his erection grew adamant. Blood pumped through his heart faster as his head peeked out of his office, swiveling left and right before pulling her inside. "What are you doing here?" he said, almost panic-stricken as he locked the door behind him.

It would have been disastrous if anyone else at the compound discovered that he was...involved with her in this way. Military rules aside, sleeping with someone from the Unknown Regions as a high-ranking officer probably would have been perceived as a diplomatic taboo at its very least.

Tuka's grin widened as she beheld him, flustered and, from a cursory glance downwards, irrevocably horny. She was wearing her typical attire: favorite white t-shirt that cut off a few inches above her navel, form-fitting blue jeans, sandals, the bead that bound a few strands of her hair together, sneakers, the only exception from her usual outfit being the lack of the scarf and necklace she usually paired around her neck.

"It's been a while," she said softly, eyes almost burning into his.

It didn't take a genius to immediately discern her intentions here, alone with Itami, in his locked office.

Silently thanking God, Buddha, Allah, Vishnu, and anyone else he could think of for sending this most beautiful maiden in his time of need, Itami let out a shuddering sigh as he looked around to make sure all the blinds to the windows were successfully shuttered shut.

He grinned as he looked her up and down, salivating at the thought of what she had in store for him today. Their relationship had changed so much since their first intimate encounter. They were still friends, close ones, but the fire in her eyes...it would have been safe to say her lust nearly matched his on every occasion. Exactly like the way she looked at him now.

Itami suddenly realized that he had begun to pace around her, like a beast sizing up its prey.

"Has it? I didn't realize three days counts as 'a while'," Itami said snarkily.

Tuka played along.

"It is after all the time we've spent together...alone. With no interruption from your favorite little priestess."

The suggestion in her words was heavy. Maybe a small dash of jealousy?

"Now why do you have to rope her into this?"

"Because she's coming back, daddy. And I know once she does you'll all but forget about your favorite, precious daughter…"

Tuka bit her lip then, scintillatingly giving him eyes that made him want to tackle her right then and there. She was so out of character, so different from the Tuka she knew before. Hell, the way Itami kept stripping her with his eyes was miles away from what he usually was too. Regardless of it all, Itami couldn't get enough.

"How could I ever forget?"

Tuka took on a pout.

"Things could happen...she could take all of your time…"

Itami stopped circling now, slowly closing the distance between them.

"Now that's an unfounded worry if I've ever heard of one."

Before Itami could completely close the gap between them, Tuka stepped back, her eyes looking up at him still doe-like, worrisome.

"It is not...I know how much you and Rory bond...how many hours she spends in your quarters...I've seen you."

"Have you now?"

Tuka nodded, keeping up her act with an unbreakable dedication.

"I-I don't want daddy to leave me for her…"

Itami almost groaned at the sound of her saying this. Who knew within two weeks he could have reduced the demure, beautiful wood elf into this whimpering girl, a girl begging him as her "daddy". The kink in particular wasn't one Itami had really asked for, but he'd be a damn liar if he admitted to not getting a rise every time she called him that.

"I promise then," he said, finally closing in on her as she backed herself into the wall. He let his erection barely touch her, his warm breaths exhaling on her face. In this close proximity, so close to her scent and her heat, Itami suddenly felt difficulty in keeping up his charade. "I'll make time for you."

Tuka shuddered slightly, letting out a soft sigh as his hands found themselves on her hips.

He still hadn't noticed that this entire time, her palms were clasped behind her back, keeping something hidden from his gaze.

The act was beginning to unravel. Itami's grip began to tighten around the skin exposed beneath her shirt, and his lips were doing the thing with her ears that drove her absolutely insane. She let out a small yip when he bit into one of them, shutting her eyes, trying to get back into character.

"Then, p-prove it to me. Prove it to me, daddy…" she said, sighing into submission as her character, and her composure, dissolved completely in his arms. Within the span of less than five minutes, Tuka was ready to be taken by this man she had fallen so desperately in lust with.

Itami was more than ready to comply.

One more chapter and this story will be finally over.

After that...who knows, maybe Lelei is finally ready for the spotlight?

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