Naturally, the General had not yet admitted to his father (and he would try not to) about how his interest in Lucilla had developed. It would mean conceding to him that he did in fact have some kind of inkling into how his son's mind worked, despite claiming originally that he had no use for such a creature.

Now he did. Plenty of use. In some horrifying way, his conversation with Lucilla had eased him greatly. With that kind of clarity, he could continue to have her as he had that night (however accidentally).

His mind was at ease about infections, contraception and her origins; what else could he ask for? He had watched her sleep that night in unrivalled comfort; watched the peace in her face and the way her chest would move when she shifted her position ever so slightly. He took in the way the mass of black curls splayed across the pillow and the sweet, clean smell that radiated off them; off her.

She shouldn't have been some cruel man's plaything. There were others more suited for that; this one was far too innocent, too docile. Then again, wouldn't that be what a domineering man craves? Hux couldn't deny that while her simpering demeanour had disdained and even disgusted him once, it certainly helped that he now knew why she was this way.

It wasn't her fault. The situation had been cruelly out of her control. With that conversation in mind and the way he saw her sleep; he found he was starting to pity her. He might even become fond of her.

Their nightly ritual resumed with one or two changes though it would vary from night to night. This night in particular though, their routine had started out as normal. His boots had been removed (he trusted her more with the exercise now than he did before), his socks had been stripped off and his feet attentively rubbed to ease out the kinks his stride had ironed in. Glass in hand and holopad ignored on the table, his head was tilted back against the armchair with his eyes mostly shut.

His breathing was deep in enjoyment and his body completely at ease with her. His spare hand gently clasped the back of her neck, barely holding her steady from where she knelt in front of him. Her hands rested on his clothed thighs, smoothly brushing them up and down in a careful and tender fashion. Her eyes would heighten every now and then to monitor his face and his reactions; every time she did so, she was thrilled by what she saw.

His hand would move with her head as her lips passed breezily over his shaft; a new experience for them both. He would tense every now and then when her tongue would graze a sweet spot. His hips would slowly gravitate involuntarily towards her and the longer her head was in his lap, the more confident in the endeavour she became. Hux's hand left the back of her neck and entangled in the obsidian curls as a small groan greeted her efforts.

Lucilla continued and despite what she'd heard, it wasn't such a bad thing after all. Then again, her General was clean. He prided himself on a pristine appearance and hygiene both above and under his uniform. Needless to say, his companion benefited from it. He pushed in a little further and her breath caught in her throat but she persevered.

"Good girl…." He uttered, almost strangled and she felt a little flutter of pride in her stomach at the praise. He was merely holding the glass for effect by this point or maybe he'd forgotten it was even there. One of Lucilla's hands stopped caressing his thigh and she felt the need to further the contact. Her gaze trailed up as though seeking permission but his vision was completely sealed off from her by now. So (even after slight hesitation) her hand moved in and daintily cupped the fleshy sac at the base to rub ever so respectfully, just below her mouth.

He stiffened again and his eyes opened, watching her with something akin to lust, something he hadn't been acquainted with since he took on command of Finalizer. The mild kneading helped him crawl closer his own one sided completion. The grip he had on her hair tightened and his hips rolled in the chair towards her. She took it. She wasn't sure how but she did. Out of pure instinct, Lucilla's pace picked up to help him, like she could feel it and wanted it as much as he did. She felt her master brace himself.

An almost agonized snarl accompanied the gritting of his teeth as he sat forward automatically but without disrupting her position. Out of sheer ecstasy, the glass was tossed to one side so his other hand was free to roam her back; the need for touch was almost too much. Then she felt it; the most obvious signal that she had fulfilled her duty.

A small trickle seeped from the corner of her lips and the rest of it stored in her cheeks which caused her to ease herself off him though she couldn't go very far, he was still holding her. His hand remained on her back but her hair was released and her chin was gripped instead.

"Look at me." He instructed quietly though still panting and those sweet, doe eyes obeyed. The image was perfected by the tiny streak of cum leaking from her mouth. He took in the view, exceptionally pleased but the icy eyes and demeanour would keep her guessing.

"Swallow it." She hesitated, never having done so before and it seemed to irritate him. "It won't kill you. Swallow it." He was colder this time and only when she gathered it together and swallowed it with an elegant gulp was he satisfied. Her semen stained chin was released and his hand relinquished her back. He tucked himself away and got to his feet as she scrambled to the side to let him past her.

"I need a shower." He informed her as he strode towards the double doors before pointing carelessly towards the shattered glass. "I want that cleaned up before I finish."

Poor Lucilla. On her knees again but for a different reason this time. As carefully as she could, she picked up the tiny shards of glass and doing her absolute best not to cut herself. She managed not to. Only the Gods knew what he would have said or done if she had. With the glass safely removed into the trash receptacle, she spent the best part of ten minutes soaking up the whiskey with a cloth she'd found then drying the floor with disposable towels.

The floor had probably never seen such a spillage since the General always kept his quarters impeccable. He didn't come back out even after the flow of the shower cut off so Lucilla assumed they were done for the night. She would have liked to wash her face and brush her teeth but she couldn't intrude on his personal space if he had decided he was finished with her. She'd have to wait until he left for the bridge in the morning. Lucilla curled up by the fire again in her simple black slip dress (it wasn't the warmest of garments) so she was grateful for the heat.

She had almost drifted off when the sound of the sliding doors disturbed her journey into slumber. Reluctantly, she sat up on the rug and waited for him to inspect the floor where the glass had been thrown. He didn't even look at it. He simply stood at the door and started her down with his arms folded over his bare, freckled chest.

"Bed."

"I leave for Starkiller Base tomorrow to oversee last minute preparations." He told her pointedly, sitting up and looking down on her with a strange contentment as she snuggled into the deep pillow. Her eyes were on him attentively though and she had been allowed to clean her face and teeth. So….. She was going to be away from him? Even if she was, she would do what was expected of her in his absence.

"Yes, General."

"I'll have you sent for at noon sharp; you may bring one bag with you. Black slips only or grey but no white. It gives me a headache." So he did actually notice what she wore? More to the point he had an opinion on it? Surprised, she would, of course, accompany him.

"Yes, General. Black or grey only."

"One more thing, Lucilla." Eye contact was never made but she gave him the closest thing she could. "The same rules apply as here. You will remain in my quarters on the base. You will not leave, you will not speak to anyone nor will you interact in any way with anyone. Your meals and laundry will be delivered to you and our routine will stay the same. Any questions?"

"No, General."

"Good. Go to sleep."