He grunted and panted hard before slamming hard into her and biting back a roar, managing a low, strangled moan in her ear as he emptied his load into her.
"Colonel," one of the men approached Edrick during drill, a scowl set on his face. Something about this felt familiar, for some reason, "that soddin' cogboy is makin' a right awful fuss at the gate. Somethin' 'bout 'er survey er whatever."
When he arrived at the gate, he found several of his men blocking Ellianor from walking out of the gate.
"If you do not move this instant, I'll turn you into a brand new servo skull." She fumed.
"Ma'am, if you don't turn the frack around, I'll shoot you where you stand." One of the men hissed at her, "Orders are no one leaves."
Ellianor turned to the men with a triumphant smirk, only to have it falter when they looked to her distastefully. They moved aside to let her through and she moved past them briskly.
"Aye, sir." They agreed and dispersed. Ellianor stood some ways away, watching Edrick as he made his way to her.
"Am I really so unlikable?" She asked.
This became incredibly morbid rather quickly. "Ah..." was all she could manage to say, "If I'm putting you out, Edrick, I can do well enough on my own..."
Her cheeks darkened and she struggled not to smile, "Compelling..." She repeated, infatuation lining her tone, "Well, then, I suppose I should put you to work, eh, Commander?"