"Colonel! We have a situation!" shouted a shrill and panicked voice.
The colonel in question, Regina Kasteen, could only sigh loudly as her aide once again barged into her room without any sense of propriety or dignity. As such, the blushing 18yr old was able to see her rather buxom middle aged colonel glare at her from under her covers, utterly naked except for her pajamas...meaning just her underwear.
Natalie gulped as she saw Regina stand up and stretch, the woman giving her an unimpressed look and sighing.
"What is it now?" the Valhallan said huskily, yawning as she stretched her limbs.
The towering Valhallan stood at a rather respectable height of 6'8 and was definitely what one would call an amazonian. With years of experience in the Imperial Guard, she had strong toned muscles with thick thighs to match, ones that looked like it could crush an Ork skull in one flex! Her red hair was messy but would usually be fashioned into a neat braid that accented her homey yet fearsome look. She had a whooping pair of D-cup breasts that always made her troops stand at extra attention and the best of all was down below.
The constantly swaying, bouncing, and plump bubble butt of their commander. Even now the two wobbly pale spheres seem like they were constantly bursting from their containment, an absolutely gigantic pair of snow white granny panties with blue frilly trimming and snowflakes adorning it, and the aide breathed in deeply to avoid staring, to little avail.
Regina was constantly swaying her hips and the colonel was walking back and forth in an attempt to wake herself up.
"Tell me Natalie, why...have...ugh it's too damn early...why have you woken me up?" Regina said while yawning.
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