Chapter 1: Akagi's Secluded Seduction
Chapter Text
The Commander stood on the deck of the small transport vessel, his eyes fixed on the horizon as the island slowly came into view. The gentle waves lapped against the hull, providing a soothing rhythm that began to ease the tension in his shoulders.
Beside him, Akagi stood with a serene expression, the wind gently tousling her long, dark hair. Her red eyes sparkled with anticipation as she surveyed the lush island, the one that she herself had picked for their little vacation.
The Commander couldn't help but notice the subtle excitement in her demeanor, a rare yet cute glimpse beyond her usual teasing and playful exterior. After months of relentless work and countless missions, the prospect of a brief escape felt like a dream finally realized. And her being by his side made it all the better.
Not that he had made his feelings known god no. He feared rejection. Which was completely fucking stupid given who we are talking about here but he had long dismissed her everything as simply a teasing exterior.
After all, she was definitely not the only one to act that way towards him, so what made her different?
To that question a plethora of answers came to mind. Whether it be parts of her personality he loved or her certainly gifted body that he tried his best not to ogle at when given the chance there were things that made her stand out in the best ways possible.
Despite her sometimes aggressive tendencies, she was. . . a wonder. A wonder to work with, something he had done a lot of after she convinced him to make her his secretary and a wonder to just spend time with.
As the boat approached the island's small dock, the Commander felt a growing sense of relief. The island was not far from the Azur Lane base, yet it felt worlds away, a secluded sanctuary where the burdens of command could be temporarily set aside. The soft sand and inviting tropical foliage painted a picture of serenity that was nearly intoxicating.
"Commander" Akagi said, breaking the comfortable silence between them. Her voice was smooth, with a hint of amusement. "I take it you are pleased with the scenery?"
He nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I don't think one can not be. How did you even find this place?" He questioned, only to be met with an alluring smile and eyes that made his stomach fill with butterflies.
She certainly had that gaze that could make anyone fold. It just worked a lot lot better on him. "I am a carrier Commander. A carrier conducts recon on the daily. And one day I just happened to find this island"
Her pauses were accompanied by equally big steps. Ones that led her by his side. Grabbing the collar of his uniform she fixed what had to be barely noticeable inconsistencies with the dress code, otherwise he would have found them himself earlier in the morning.
She smiled. Clearly proud of her work, before gently taking his cap off, fixing his hair and handing it to him. This was to show that he was finally off duty. It was a little thing they did ever since she became his secretary. A ritual of sorts.
"And so, after I did some advanced recon, coming here myself that is, I realized that what better way to use this island, than to make it a gateway for me and My Commander~" The emphasis she had put on that word had shivers running down his spine.
His cheeks all but flared up and she must have clearly noticed, licking her lips and softly giggling to herself. That sound alone was quite addicting to him along with her fragrance and every other bit of her.
His brain must have completely shut off as he never even noticed her raising her hand to gently boop his nose while making the noise herself. The result of that interaction was his cheeks becoming all the more red but it also broke him out of whatever dream he was in.
His body started working again, and he managed to collect his thoughts just in time for them to disembark.
As they stepped off the transport vessel, Akagi gracefully led the way down the dock, her movements fluid and confident. The Commander followed, taking in the scenery with renewed appreciation.
The path from the dock was flanked by tall palm trees and vibrant flowers, their colors vivid under the tropical sun. The air was filled with the scent of salt and blooming flora, a refreshing change from the sterile corridors of the base.
"Shall we take the scenic route to our bungalow?" Akagi suggested, her voice playful yet sincere.
In a spur of confidence he offered her his hand, smiling widely towards her. "Lead the way" He said, making her eyes go wide before a very pleased smile got to adorn her face. "Daring aren't we~?"
She questioned, not a second after she had intertwined her fingers with his own. "The path has a lot of cracks and holes. I just want to make sure you don't fall is all" A lie he made up on the spot.
"Oh my~ And what if I do happen to start falling? Will you. . ." She paused, taking a deliberate misstep. Her foot landed awkwardly on the uneven ground, and she leaned toward him with a dramatic flair.
The Commander reacted instinctively, tightening his grip on her hand and stepping forward to catch her. She fell against him, her body pressing close to his as he wrapped an arm securely around her waist.
". . .catch me?" Akagi finished with a sly smile, her red eyes sparkling with mischief as she looked up at him from beneath her long lashes.
He chuckled, his heart racing from both the sudden movement and the proximity. "I guess I did" He replied, his voice a touch breathless. "Wouldn't want my esteemed secretary to get hurt on our first day of vacation."
She didn't pull away immediately, instead lingering in his arms, her face mere inches from his. "Such a gallant Commander I have" She purred, her voice a soft tease. "But you know, holding me like this. . . it's hard to believe you only see me as your secretary."
He felt a rush of warmth spread across his cheeks, caught off guard by her boldness. "You're more than just a secretary, Akagi," He said earnestly, meeting her gaze. "You're a trusted ally, and. . ." He hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words ". . .a cherished friend."
"A cherished friend, hmm?" She echoed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Those weren't exactly the words she was looking for but . . .there was still plenty of time. "I wonder what I would need to do to become cherished more."
The playful banter hung between them, and for a brief moment, the world around them seemed to fade away. It was just the two of them, standing amidst the beauty of the island, with nothing but the gentle rustle of palm leaves and the distant call of seabirds.
Reluctantly, she stepped back, though her hand remained firmly clasped in his. "Come on then, Commander" She said, her voice light and cheerful. "We have an island to explore, and I promised you the scenic route."
With their fingers still intertwined, they continued down the path, the sun casting a warm glow over their surroundings.
As they walked, Akagi pointed out various sights, from the vibrant birds flitting between the trees to the colorful blossoms lining the path. Her excitement was infectious, and he found himself more at ease with each step they took.
He also noticed how much more at ease she herself looked. Usually, them holding hands would have set her possessive attitudes ablaze but even them flirting seconds ago had not elicited the same responses he would usually get.
Of that, he made a mental note to ask her later.
The path eventually opened up to a clearing, revealing their destination—a charming bungalow nestled amidst the tropical foliage, with a view of the azure sea beyond. The sight was breathtaking, and the Commander paused to take it all in.
"I-I" He stammered before letting out a hearty laugh and wearing an infectiously happy smile. "I have to say I expected something a lot more eastern. . .don't get me wrong though. This is wonderful!"
Akagi watched him with a soft smile, her heart swelling with pride and affection. The Commander's genuine happiness was all she had hoped for, and seeing him so at ease made her own excitement soar.
"I'm glad you approve, Commander" She replied, her voice warm and quite loving. "I thought a change of style might surprise you."
The bungalow was a sleek masterpiece that stood out against the lush greenery, reflecting a harmonious blend of comfort and style. It was a single-story structure characterized by clean lines and expansive glass walls, providing a seamless connection between the interior and the surrounding landscape.
The exterior featured a combination of natural stone and smooth concrete, creating an elegant yet understated façade. Large, panoramic windows wrapped around the building, allowing for uninterrupted views of the azure sea and lush foliage.
The roof had a tilted design, offering shade to the open-air deck that extended from the living area. The deck was made of sustainable hardwood and was furnished with modern outdoor furniture, including sleek loungers and a small dining set.
The entrance to the bungalow was framed by gravel paths bordered by native grasses and a few sculptural plants, leading to a pivoting glass door that opened into the heart of the retreat. The front of the property included a small, reflective water feature, adding to the tranquil ambiance of the space.
The Commander seemed almost as if in a trance and it was her soft touch that got him out of it. Rubbing his hand with her thumb was all that had been needed and now he looked back down at her once more, his attention fully on her.
"Commander~" She gently cooed, before placing her hand just above where her heart was. Her fingers fiddled with the cloth beneath and accidently pulled her Kimono back, revealing more of her bountiful chest.
She faked a pant and inched closer to him, pressing herself up against his body and giving him a wonderful view, one that had his cheeks change into a deeper shade of red. Her fragrance filled his nose and he was once again at her will.
"I am really hot~" She moaned before gently pulling once more on the kimono she wore, revealing more of her fair skin. "Can we please. . .go to our room? I want to change into something much lighter~" She begged, finally breaking any kind of self control he had as his idle hand reached for her waist.
The feline woman couldn't help but yelp as she felt his fingers dig into her supple flesh, releasing him due to her sheer surprise. "Oh~" She moaned, only to find that her Commander had taken a couple of steps back, seemingly flustered by his own boldness.
"Commander, you are such a meanie!" She exclaimed, pouting with an expression reminiscent of her younger self. Her lips formed a playful pout, and her eyes glinted with both mischief and amusement.
For a moment, he was at a loss for words, his mind racing to process the mix of sensations and emotions Akagi had stirred within him. The look she gave him was both endearing and disarming, making it nearly impossible to stay composed.
Recovering slightly, he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Sorry, Akagi. I guess you just caught me off guard" He admitted, meeting her eyes with a mixture of apology and admiration.
Her pout softened into a teasing smile as she closed the gap between them, taking his hand once more. "No need to apologize, Commander~" She said, her voice laced with playful warmth. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
With a gentle yet insistent tug, she led him toward the bungalow's entrance. The subtle sway of her hips was an irresistible allure, drawing his gaze as she walked ahead. "Come, Commander," she called over her shoulder, her voice full of mischief. "Let's not keep our room waiting."
As they made their way up the path, he tried to focus on the beauty of the bungalow's design, but Akagi's presence was magnetic, constantly pulling his attention back to her. Her kimono flowed around her gracefully, teasingly revealing and concealing as she moved.
Upon reaching the entrance, the modern glass door slid open silently, unveiling an interior that was both elegant and inviting and I will just let your imagination run for the non-important parts of the house.
Their shared bedroom was at the end of the single hallway the house had, a king-sized bed dominated the room, its plush white linens inviting and meticulously arranged. The large windows offered a panoramic view of the ocean, with sheer curtains billowing gently in the breeze.
The décor was minimalist, with clean lines and subtle hues of teal and coral. A small seating area was tucked into one corner, featuring a stylish loveseat and a low glass coffee table adorned with a simple vase of fresh flowers along with two more less stylish seats.
A state-of-the-art AI assistant panel was seamlessly integrated into the wall, allowing them to adjust the lighting, temperature, and even play music with just a voice command. Given however that the two had come to escape all the noisiness of the base, the music feature was probably not going to be used.
"So. . .one bed huh?" He pondered aloud, shooting Akagi a stray look who was simply smiling widely. Her red eyes met his and further amusement was painted on her face as she noticed how red his ears still were.
"Does this fluster you dear Commander~?" She asked teasingly and he could only roll his eyes. "N-No"
"Then?" She continued. "Is something else bothering you?"
A click of his tongue later he answered. "No. Must be the heat getting to me" Shaking his head he offered her a warm smile and put both of their suitcases on the bed before starting to make his way out of the room.
"Commander where are you going?" Akagi asked and he looked at her confused. "Well, we said that the first thing we would do once we got here is go to the beach and given that you have to change into your swimsuit I thought I would give you your needed space and go and pick out a spot"
Akagi looked at her commander a tiny bit disappointed. There was no need for him to be that distant, if he ever so wished she would just change in front of him and deal with the consequences of that seconds later.
But it seemed that even now the dense Commander had yet to understand her feelings. Before the trip she could easily attribute it to stress or other pests that did their best to diminish her efforts in taking him for herself but now. . .
Maybe she needed to wait until the night as originally planned. Her swimsuit was, in her eyes, enticing enough and she would make a few more advances throughout the day just to get him all the more sexually frustrated.
And when the proper time came, she would pounce.
Shaking her thoughts out of her head, she offered him a warm smile. "Then please go and do so Commander. I will be there in just a second~" She said with her usual sweet and seductive tone and he did as previously said.
"I will make you understand my feelings Commander. Now that we are alone, there is no one to stop me~"
Later In The Night.
The two had spent most of the day at the beach, enjoying the sun, swimming around and taking long walks up and down the coastline. Surprisingly the Commander had asked Akagi to build a sandcastle together as well but that idea was put off for a later date.
Despite Akagi's failure at making the Commander jump her she had had a lot of fun. Without anyone else around she needn't ever worry about anything. No one to steal his glances and no one to try and seduce him.
She felt calm and thoroughly pleased at all times of the day and any other thoughts were cast aside. She was alone with her Commander and with his focus solely on her she felt sated and happy.
The Commander was also quite content with the situation himself, currently resting upon the coach of the living room as the low hum of the TV eased his mind. He wasn't really paying attention to what was being shown, his mind occupied with imagining what Akagi currently looked like as she took her bath.
The rosy tint on his cheeks was evidence enough that it was no sinless imagination but with her sinful body there was really no chance it would be so.
He let the minutes pass and when the sound of flowing water stopped he opened his eyes once more and stopped daydreaming, realizing that it was best he crossed legs for rather obvious reasons.
Leaning his head just a tiny bit back he could see that the door to the bathroom had been left ever so slightly open. Maybe she had done so intentionally expecting him to look or maybe she had actually forgotten to close the door behind her but either way it didn't matter.
He could see the vapors slowly escaping the room she was in and disappearing into the cold, air conditioned air. It seemed that despite how warm it was outside, she still preferred a warm bath over a cold one.
Sighing to himself he looked back at the TV, wondering what the hell was even on before promptly closing it.
Several more minutes would pass before Akagi would finally make her appearance clad in what was a very beautiful Yukata that he hadn't seen in a while. And where he to be exact, the last time he had seen it was when they had last visited the Sakura Empire.
The kimono was a deep crimson, reminiscent of autumn leaves, adorned with intricate gold embroidery that traced delicate floral patterns along the hem and sleeves. Each stitch seemed to catch the light, creating a subtle, enchanting sparkle. The fabric wrapped gracefully around her figure, accentuating her curves while maintaining an air of refined modesty.
Those eyes of hers however seemed to hold none of that modesty he had just spotted. Her gaze made his heart race just a bit as she inched closer to him, a wide, beautiful smile adorning her face.
"How do I look Commander~?" She cooed before jumping onto his lap with one swift motion. Her thighs sat next to his, her right arm reaching for his face and cupping his flustered cheek while the other was pressed against his chest, propping her up.
The Commander remained silent, truly unable to find the proper words to describe her beauty. His mind raced to keep up with the moment, his heart pounding in his chest as Akagi settled into his lap, her presence both comforting and exhilarating. He could feel the warmth of her body through the layers of fabric, her fragrance a delicate blend of cherry blossoms and something uniquely her own.
Akagi tilted her head slightly, her smile softening as she studied his face. "Speechless, are we?" She teased gently, her voice a melodic whisper that seemed to wrap around him like a tender embrace. "You flatter me, Commander."
He finally managed a smile, one that was a mixture of awe and affection. "Akagi, you look... breathtaking," He admitted, his voice barely above a murmur. "I don't think words can do you justice."
Her eyes sparkled with delight at his admission, and she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. "You've always had a way with words" She said, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "But actions speak louder, don't they?"
With a playful glint in her eyes, she closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was both tender and electrifying. The world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of them in this perfect moment. The Commander felt himself melting into her, his hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, her pink lips soft, springy almost.
Akagi responded eagerly, her fingers threading through his hair as she pressed herself against him, the kimono rustling softly with their movements. It was a moment of pure connection, a silent exchange of emotions that had been building between them for so long.
When they finally parted, both slightly breathless, Akagi rested her forehead against his, her eyes closed and a contented sigh escaping her lips. "I've waited a long time for this~" She confessed softly, her voice tinged with vulnerability though overshadowed by the love it carried.
The Commander gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. "So have I" He replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "I just never thought... well, that you'd feel the same way."
She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze with unwavering certainty. "I've always felt this way, Commander~. I tried to show you that I did, time and time again but. . .you wouldn't understand" She assured him, her hand resting over his heart. "Though now that we're here, I have no intention of letting you go~"
With that out of the way she once again leaned down, capturing his lips in another passionate kiss as she grinded her body onto his, setting both their cheeks ablaze. Her hands were still occupied with keeping his head close, one ruffling his messy hair and the other on his neck. His however had moved down to her ass, a piece of her that he had always wanted to get his hands on.
She moaned into the kiss as he experimented with a single squeeze and seconds later the two parted. Their heaving forms were evident to the other, her generous cleavage punctuated by the movement of her chest, despite still being hidden behind a thick piece of fabric. "Commander~" She moaned out, before moving the hand that was on his head to his cheek.
"You can touch all you want you know. Akagi is yours to play with~" She sensually whispered before moving one of her hands to her Obi and with one powerful pull getting it off her body. The Kimono now simply rested on her shoulders and all he needed to do was simply tug and it would all come tumbling down.
The Commander looked mesmerized, his hands still resting on her soft curves, feeling the warmth of her skin through the delicate fabric of the kimono. He could hardly believe the moment was real, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and disbelief.
Akagi watched him with a sultry smile, her eyes half-lidded and inviting. She shifted slightly in his lap, her kimono slipping further off her shoulders, revealing more of her smooth, porcelain skin. The air between them was electric, charged with the anticipation of what was to come.
"Commander~" She purred, her voice a blend of affection and lust. "I've waited so long for this. Show me how much you want me."
Her words broke through the last of his restraint. With a deep breath, he let his hands move more freely, exploring the contours of her body with a newfound confidence. His fingers traced the curve of her back, sliding up to her shoulders, where the kimono hung precariously. Slowly, he tugged at the fabric, feeling it glide down her arms and pool around her waist.
Akagi shivered at his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into him, pressing their bodies closer together. Her hands resumed their caress, one tangled in his hair and the other tracing patterns along his jawline.
"You're perfection incarnate" He whispered, his voice low and filled with awe. A blush would cover her cheeks but was easily overshowed by her ever growing smile against his lips, nipping gently before pulling back to gaze into his eyes. "And you, Commander, are everything I've ever wanted" She replied, her tone sincere and filled with warmth.
Whether it was lust or love, he wasn't entirely sure, but at that moment, the distinction hardly mattered. An idea formed in his mind as he drew Akagi into another passionate kiss. She responded eagerly, melting into his embrace as his hands explored her pristine body with newfound boldness.
His tongue brushed against her lips, and she parted them willingly, granting him access. Instead of meeting resistance, he found her welcoming, her own tongue dancing with his as she allowed him to take the lead. Her moans reverberated through the room, fueling his desire even further. As their kiss deepened, he deftly slipped the kimono from her shoulders, finally revealing her in all her glory.
His hands idly twitched for a second, before immediatly gravitating towards her fleshy globes. "They are so full" His thoughts escaped him mid kiss, as his fingers dug themselves into her flesh, eliciting soft moans from his partner whose eyes shuddered at the sudden pleasure.
She leant more into his touch as he continued to grope and feel up her lovely chest, his fingers brushing up against her perky nipples. Akagi would giggle into the kiss at his ministrations though would continue to focus on pleasing his tongue, starting to offer up more resistance to him, making their make out session all the more messy.
They broke apart for air, their chests heaving in unison. A fair bridge of saliva lingered between them, a connection that he was eager to sever with another kiss, but she stopped him with a finger on his lips. With an almost hypnotic grace, Akagi circled the saliva around her finger before bringing it to her lips. Her tongue darted out to lick the digit clean, her lustful red eyes never leaving his own.
The sight sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn't help but shift slightly, the evidence of his arousal pressing against her uncovered entrance. Akagi smirked at the reaction she had elicited, clearly pleased with the effect she had on him.
"Commander~" She purred, her voice dripping with seductive intent. "It seems I've left you in quite a state. Shall we do something about that?"
He swallowed hard, nodding as he struggled to find his voice. "Please" He managed to reply, his words laced with anticipation.
Akagi's smile widened as she leaned in to whisper in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "Then let me take care of you, my dear Commander. You deserve it."
With that, she slowly began to lift up his shirt, her fingers grazing his skin with each movement. Her touch was electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He watched her, mesmerized, as she undressed him with deliberate care, savoring each inch of skin she revealed.
Once his shirt was discarded, she traced her hands over his chest, exploring the contours of his muscles. Her touch was gentle yet firm, igniting a fire within him that he hadn't ever felt before. He reached for her, drawing her closer, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.
Once again she leant down to meet his lips, all the while one of her hands snaked it's way into his shorts and found the raging hard on still covered up by his underwear. Smiling into the kiss, she used her fingers to slowly caress the ever hardening length, her nails gently scraping against the cloth and sending mind shuttering shivers down his spine.
His touch got rougher and moans of his own started feeding into their kiss as she continued to toy with him for just a little while before with one swoop she released his cock from all it's restraints. Falling back from their kiss her eyes landed on his member a coy smile filling her face and her gaze becoming all the more lustful.
"Oh my~ That's one hell of a cannon Commander~" She teasingly quipped, wrapping her cold slender fingers around his length making him gasp in response. Her silky touch was enough to elicit another twitch from him and Akagi couldn't help but giggle all the more.
"You look so full~" She purred, breaking her wrist as she slowly pumped her hand up and down getting him up to full mast and peppering his neck with kisses and licks. Her ears and tails sat at attention the latter swaying from left to right as she went faster and faster.
Her breath was hot against his neck as she continued her ministrations, kisses turning into playful nibbles. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she had a wicked idea. She trailed kisses down his neck and across his shoulder, stopping only to sink her teeth gently into his skin—not enough to hurt, but enough to leave a mark.
He winced briefly from the sensation, but the combination of her skillful hand and her teasing tongue soon drowned out any discomfort. The bite left a visible mark, a testament to their passion, and it filled Akagi with a sense of pride and possessiveness.
She pulled back slightly, looking down at him with eyes full of both lust and affection. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as the temptation to leave more marks was nearly overwhelming. But before she could act on it, the Commander met her gaze with a determined look, hinting that he had an idea of his own.
"Akagi" He voiced her name and , her eyes looking straight into his as she waited patiently for what his next 'command' might be. Her hand however never stopped, as she brought the other to gently cup his balls which she was also quick to gently fondle.
"Yes Commander?" She lovingly cooed, slowing down to a snails pace as she now played with the sensitive tip of his cock, an action that still felt good enough to have him twitch in her arms but was far from being enough to make him erupt. Her fingers were now coated in his precum but with one quick lick all the white-clear liquid was gone, an alluring sight in itself.
"Could you use your mouth?" He asked with as much concentration as he could muster and Akagi was more than eager to oblige. "Getting confident aren't we?" She teased only for him to chuckle and lean up to meet her lips.
She didn't mind the kiss, playing with his tongue as they met in the middle, filling the room once again with their moans and pants. Her handjob however had taken it's toll and he was soon pushed back down, surrendering to the pleasure and letting her take control. Something that he really didn't mind.
The two parted seconds after as the need for air became too much. "I don't think it's
c-confidence. . . beautiful" He said with bated breath, her smile getting wider at the adjective he had used for her. "Oh~?" She pondered. "Is that what my Commander is going to use to refer to me from now on?"
And he smiled taking a few deep breaths. "No. . . because I don't think I can get away with stating you as 'beautiful' in any official report" His attempt at a cringy little joke was met with a roll of her eyes before she herself chuckled, finding his attempt at humor a little endearing.
"Now I wonder. Should I actually use my mouth? Or tease you for the whole night until you beg for my forgiveness for ruining the moment with your. . .jokes?" He shuddered under her, knowing all too well that the choice was only up to her. A human Commander was powerless in front of any ship girl.
The slight fear in his eyes was enough for her to back down. "Alas, I am a forgiving woman and a loving girlfriend so you will get experience my lovely mouth. However darling, please refrain from pulling this ever again for you won't find me in such a good mood at all times"
And he gulped down, getting ready to dig his grave. "I mean. . .you liked it though" The force she used to grasp his cock shot up and he gasped from the sheer pleasure that shot up to his brain as she pumped him, hard. "Oh Commander~ Don't tease me further will you?" He could only nod as she went on, getting him back to being fully hard.
With a teasing smile, the fox finally got off his lap and stood up, her hand leaving his member for just a second before she quickly got on her knees right in front of him, her legs spaced out just a bit and her thick thighs squished to perfection.
The whole time his eyes were on her breasts that had definitely not stayed in one place and having caught his gaze she could only giggle at how his irises danced. For a great commander he sure was a bit of a child for when it came to knockers.
Now, her face was right at his cock, her warm breath tickling the member as she brought both hands to her hair, fixing it so that it never got in the way. With those raised however, he got the best mental image one could get. Akagi, naked in all her glory, bunching up her hair, breasts swaying idly and in full view due to her raised hands and finally her tails, all bunched up as well and dancing around behind her.
Once she was done, she looked right back at him, wearing a lustful smile on her face as she leaned in and placed her face on his cock, her lips making contact with it's underside. He twitched at the feeling of her soft, supple lips, his eyes slowly fogging up with pleasure.
Soon more kisses followed, only on the underside for now as she went up and down his cock, getting what she felt was her fair share of teasing in. Still he at just that he moaned once or twice, sensitive to what was her wonderful touch.
Though as previously mentioned she was a loving woman and soon with one last kiss she let out her tongue and from the start of the balls to the tip, she gave him one large lick. The underside was now covered in spit, her tongue wetter than most due to her feline characteristics.
Guessing by his reaction he had loved it more than anything else and so she gave him another lick, though this time faster and one more faster again and one more of the same kind before all of a sudden she hovered above his tip.
Raising her gaze to his, she took in the begging look he wore and with one fell swoop took half of him inside her mouth. That much was enough to have him shudder in place, her warm, wet, tight cavern shooting messages up into his brain that he never thought were possible to receive.
His reaction alone was enough to fuel her need to see more of the same and so she slowly pulled back up, her tongue dancing around his length before she went back down only this time taking just a bit more.
And so it started, as she bobbed her head up and down, taking just a bit more each time all the while coating his hard length in her spit. He twitched in her mouth wildly but it was clear that she was just hitting the right spots.
His tip was especially sensitive and it she gave lots of attention, circling her tongue all around the pinkish flesh and toying with his most sensitive place with her long tongue. His reactions got her wet and bothered and soon her idle hand snaked it self down to her slit as she used one finger to gently part her lips.
She teased herself as she blew him with more and more ferocity his hand soon joining the fray as he placed it on her head. He barely did much to push her down as she willingly took him whole herself and had him moaning and gasping for air.
Those sounds were music to her ears as they twitched idly in between his fingers. Droplets of her juices slowly came down her lone finger and thighs, falling onto the carpet bellow and staining it with little care. She wanted to hold herself back but couldn't, adding another finger as she pushed deeper into wet and hot cavern.
Moans soon escaped her mouth as did purrs from him playing with her ears, her guttural noises adding to his own pleasure as she never stopped her bobbing motion. Finally, after so long he neared his end, the amount of precum warning her as-well as she licked it all clean, noting the salty yet weird flavor.
Her fingers sped up, the sound of slapping flesh and sloshing filling the room as she felt him twitch more and more into her mouth. A few more well placed licks and a bob more were enough to make him erupt into her mouth.
She barely pulled up, keeping her head down with the help from his hand as she swallowed all that there was to swallow, taking row after row of hot seed into her mouth with little hesitation or trouble. In his clouded mind he guessed that she lacked a gag reflex. . .but he was way too lost to actually know or figure to ask.
Soon she came up, her face all red and messy, hair having definitely fallen down and onto her sweaty face, sticking to her skin. Droplets of his white cum were all around her puffy, red lips though a deep and sated smile coated them.
A few deep breaths in she opened her mouth and while for a second confused he saw why, a thick portion of cum still resting on her tongue. Bringing what was her idle hand to her neck she looked up, closed her eyes and swallowed the heavy load into her all the while showing him with one of her fingers his load going down her throat and into her as she finished her little show with a deep moan and lick of her lips.
Such an erotic sight, reserved only for him, was enough to once again get him hard and ready, his member twitching back into full mast. "That. . .was hot" He barely got out, drunk with lust and sexual intent as a light giggle escaped her lips.
She hummed a thanks before she sat up and now looked down at him. Placing two of her dry fingers on her puffy lips as she smiled at his hard on, her other hand still near her snatch, playing with the little bit of hair she hadn't shaven off as she tried to hold herself back from masturbating in front of him.
Her clit and lower lips begged for attention but she was adamant that he would be the one to give them just that and more. "Bed?" She idly mentioned and he sighed, looking at the messes they had made on both the couch and the carpet bellow. Fuck cleaning it up now, were the gist of his thoughts.
His eyes stayed on her beautiful form for just a second noticing droplets of her pre-cum streaming down her long, creamy legs, before he himself got up and with one swift and surprising move had Akagi lifted up and into his arms bridal style. Mid yelp he leaned down and gave her a quick and passionate kiss, silencing her for just that brief moment.
Once she realized what had happened she let out a content sigh, before leaning into his touch and turning her head to look at his well toned body. She hummed a little note before raising one of her hands to his chest, gently scraping her nail against the muscle line that was nicely visible.
"Despite the fact that they are pests. . .I have to commend some of my subordinates for shaping you up like this. Training has done wonders for you" Her compliment was noted but as he looked down at her he let out a gentle chuckle.
Opening the door to their bedroom he let her down onto the bed, before climbing on top of it himself and later on top of her, legs in between hers and using his hands to support himself and keep the distance between them alive.
"Can you not call them pests?" He asked with some authority behind his voice and she rolled her eyes before shifting under him. Her legs were now spread just a tiny bit more, and her arms softly placed upon her heaving bust that went with the flow of her breathing. Her skin glimmered under the light, still sweaty and her tails were now spaced apart, some taking up a random part of the bed and others coiling around his arms. Not that he minded.
She brought one hand up slowly, gently tracing her nail up her skin, down to the valley of her chest from her nipple and then from there up to her neck where she stopped to ponder. "Are you mine Commander?" She asked with little emotion.
"Yes"
She pondered for a second. Looked at him, then herself, thought about all that they had done today, felt the taste of his cum still on her tongue and throat and saw his raging member, lined up at her eager entrance. She clicked her tongue.
"Fuck it" The words barely escaped her lips, words that he never thought he would hear from a woman like her but if the situation called for it he could hardly care. "I will not call them pests. But I expect to be rewarded for it. Yes?" She questioned, raising one of her legs and softly pressing her marshmallow like thigh against his cock.
He shuddered, then nodded, bringing a pleased smile on her face. "Now. . .how about you and I finally embrace each other as we should? I am eager to receive you deep inside me~" Her dirty phrasing and lustful tone had him smiling all the way as he lowered himself down, lining his cock up to her wet entrance.
His tip brushed against her folds, softly spreading her lower lips as she shuddered and mewled under him. "Don't tease me darling" She said with some frustration, getting her hand up to his cheek and bringing closer to her.
Their mouths were inches apart, warm breaths tickling the others face. Slowly yet surely he inched himself inside her, spreading her wide as he made sure to give himself time to adjust to her warm, wet, tight insides that coiled around him and pleasantly constricted his cock.
Once fully in both shuddered, before leaning into a kiss that soon was blown out of proportions, as they now made out in full. Tongues clashed and lips were conjoined as neither wanted to break apart, the feeling of having him nestled inside her and their kiss pleasure enough.
They would only break apart for air, before going in once again to wrestle the others tongue. Slowly he inched out of her only to thrust back in seconds later and the feline woman moaned deeply as each time he thrust he spread her well, filling her up nicely and scratching itches that neither she herself nor any toy could ever scratch. She bit her lip at the pleasure but made sure to do her part too, tightening herself as much as she could.
Without a kiss in the way he could wander into her lust filled eyes still going slow and with mild thrusts. She gulped down, a needy fire stirring up inside her belly as thoughts formed in her mind and a picture of her womb filled to them brim was plastered all around her brain.
"I have waited an eternity for this day to come. My mind, body, and soul belong to you. So please! Just fuck me already!" All restraint was lost at her begging tone as with one swift and hard thrust he had her moaning out his name.
And it wasn't just one but many unending thrusts, their flesh clashing again and again, the sound of sex filling the room, swiftly followed by the equally arousing smell. Even as he smashed into her he could still feel her tighten around his length, trying to keep him close.
"Darlingggg~"
Her hands did the same, going around his neck as she brought him in for another kiss, this time allowing him to do whatever he wanted in her mouth wanting to take in all the pleasure he could offer her.
With his hands still by her head, Akagi took the opportunity to secure those too, once again wrapping two of her tails around each wrist and locking him in place further. It seemed that this position would do just nicely till the end and he didn't mind at all.
Still he would continue to thrust despite the kiss and the tails, trying to reach deeper and deeper each time searching for what the figurative end was, the entrance of her womb. Sure she couldn't' get pregnant but those feline eyes of hers and her child bearing hips told him to try to pump her full at the very least.
Akagi's hands started to wander down to his back thrust by thrust until finally she dug in, her nails easily piercing the skin though thankfully not drawing blood. The pain was weirdly sweet and as she dragged her nails along his skin he felt the marks that they left.
He smiled in their kisses and she noticed, finding more pleasure in the fact that he enjoyed her struggle in maintaining her sanity as his cock hit those same special spots of hers. This alone made her tighten more, something that the Commander had not thought possible.
In response he increased the power between his thrusts and after a few more finally struck what he was looking for resulting in one drawn out moan from Akagi. He couldn't reach further and not every thrust did reach that deep but every time he did she would moan loudly in his ears a sound he had already grown to love.
"Fuckkk~ Please fill me up Commander!"
By the end she would probably be hoarse if that was even possible for a ship girl but as long as she was happy he didn't care. The seconds would pass and their bodies grew all the more sweaty, the rare breeze of cold air from the air conditioner outside the room sending shivers down both their spines.
"I am close!" He barely got out before being drawn into another hungry kiss by the woman bellow him. He never got a verbal response from her, only her long creamy legs wrapping themselves around his waist with force as she kept him close.
They were surprisingly cold and full of her juices that had trickled down her legs in lines of lust and sex. A few more thrusts in and his twitching cock became all the more apparent as both braced themselves for their respective orgasms.
Breaking the kiss one last time, he brought his head down to her right breast with zero resistance, bringing one of her pink nipples into his mouth and licking around the areola. The sudden pleasure caused her to shoot her head back, raising her chest further into his mouth and just as her orgasm was boiling up he let his teeth gently scrape the over-sensitive skin sending her into a mind shattering orgasm, the first she had experienced from someone other than herself.
She squirmed and twitched bellow him, ears and tails going wild and her eyes filling with fogy pleasure. The sudden tightness of her hitting orgasm was enough to push him over the edge too as his hips finally gave out and he pumped her full of his piping hot cum.
Row after row of white liquid was pumped into the feline woman as both moaned into another love filled kiss. They wouldn't dare separate, seeking for more and more pleasure as either bucked their hips to draw out the others orgasm.
"Commander~" She moaned his name with little substance behind it, feeling it simply necessary to do so and he responded in kind.
In the after glow of their shared orgasms the two clinged to each other, their sweaty bodies shining under the light of the room, the sheets bellow them utterly ruined. "That was amazing" He barely got out and a light giggle escaped her lips.
Slowly he pushed himself off of her, the woman bellow having zero strength in her legs to try and resist the motion. His cock would exit her with a loud pop, droplets of cum slowly oozing out of his cock and falling onto her abdomen as he hovered above her.
The two gazed at each other, Akagi's heaving and sweaty form a wonder to his eyes. He watched as her ears periodically twitched and her tails coiled themselves around her body, sticking to her wet skin. A pleased smile was drawn on her face, as she placed a lone finger on her lips and extended the other to offer him a warm embrace.
"Come, I want to feel you in my arms once more~" Akagi’s voice was as soft as silk, her gaze filled with warmth and affection. The sincerity in her eyes was all the convincing he needed. Without hesitation, he moved closer to her, allowing her to wrap both her tails and arms around him, his head naturally finding its place against the comforting valley of her chest.
She hummed contentedly, pressing a tender kiss to the top of his head before nuzzling her face into his hair. Her legs intertwined with his, holding him securely. "Did it feel good for you as well, Commander?" She asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and affection.
He tilted his head up to meet her gaze, a genuine smile playing on his lips. "Yes. I expected my first time to be a lot more awkward, but this was. . . amazing."
Akagi’s smile grew even wider, her heart swelling with pride and joy. She brought one hand up to his cheek, caressing it with gentle care. "And there are so many more days of this ahead of us~ So many more days where you and I will indulge in all our little fantasies~" Her tone shifted, becoming more playful and teasing, the promise in her words evident.
"W-what did you have in mind?" He asked, his curiosity getting the better of him, only to be silenced by a soft, lingering kiss that left him wanting more.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" She replied with a mischievous giggle, her eyes twinkling with secret intentions. He rolled his eyes playfully, knowing full well that she wasn't going to give him a straight answer.
For a while, they simply stayed there, wrapped in each other's embrace, basking in the warmth and intimacy they had just shared. Eventually, a yawn broke through the comfortable silence, his fatigue finally catching up to him.
"Fufufufu~ Someone's getting sleepy" Akagi teased, her voice filled with tender amusement as she gently stroked his hair.
He couldn't help but chuckle softly, feeling a sense of peace he hadn't experienced in a long time. "I guess I am" He admitted, his eyelids growing heavier by the second.
Akagi's expression softened, her fingers continuing their soothing motions through his hair. "Then rest, my dear Commander. I’ll be right here, watching over you~" She whispered, her voice like a lullaby.
With her comforting words and the gentle rise and fall of her chest beneath him, it didn't take long for sleep to claim him. As his breathing steadied and his body relaxed completely in her embrace, Akagi gazed down at him with a look of absolute adoration.
She pressed one last kiss to his forehead, her heart swelling with love and contentment. "Sleep well, my love" She murmured, her voice barely audible as she held him close, savoring every moment of their newfound intimacy.
Chapter 2: Atago's Lust
Summary:
Takao comes to the Commander in search of her sister while a storm rages outside the naval base, they search for her and Takao suddenly remembers where she might be and so she sends the Commander to check on the fox eared woman resulting in an interesting development.
Notes:
I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you did the previous one, it's different with a longer sex scene and I would love your opinion on it. At some point in the story I feel I got a bit sloppy thought it might the perfectionist in me getting loud again.
Chapter Text
The Commander stood tall as he gazed out the large window of his office. The storm that had overtaken the base showed no signs of relenting. Thick, black thunderclouds filled the sky, their ominous presence only interrupted by the occasional flash of lightning that illuminated the stormy scene.
The sound of raindrops striking the glass echoed through the room, a relentless patter that mixed with the low rumble of distant thunder. The window's edges had begun to fog up, signaling the contrast between the storm's cold fury outside and the warmth he had cultivated within.
His eyes shifted momentarily from the window to the hearth across the room. The fire that crackled there had begun to dwindle, its once-vibrant flames now reduced to glowing embers. He knew it was time to add more wood, a small but necessary task to maintain the constant of warmth that was his room.
The base itself had taken on an eerie quietness, an unsettling contrast to the chaos outside. All outdoor areas had been evacuated and secured, personnel had been advised to remain indoors until further notice.
From what Belfast had told him before departing herself, the canteen and various dormitories were now filled with groups of shipgirls who had decided to weather the storm together, finding solace in each other's company as the tempest raged beyond the walls.
"Maybe it's about time I retire to my quarters" He mused aloud, raising his wrist to glance at the watch strapped to it. The hands showed it was only 6 in the afternoon—much earlier than his usual departure time. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. "Or not" He muttered, the thought of leaving the office at such an early hour feeling almost absurd.
Normally, he wouldn't consider leaving his post until around 8 or 9 at night, especially on a busy day. That didn't mean that he was off duty after that point but it was a usually then that he left to interact with the girls in a more personal manner. As if professionalism was ever kept alive on the grounds of the base.
As he stood by the window, listening to the storm's relentless assault, a strange thought struck him. It was odd, now that he really considered it, that none of the girls had come to see him yet. Usually, a setting like this—a fierce storm, the comforting warmth of a fire—was prime material for certain shipgirls to come seeking his company.
He could almost imagine it now: Akagi or Taihou slipping into his office with some fabricated story about fearing the thunder, all to seek out hugs and cuddles. He knew their tricks all too well, the way they would sidle up to him with those sly smiles, their eyes sparkling with mischief.
Unicorn, on the other hand, might come shyly knocking on his door, asking for a place to rest, her innocent charm always tugging at his heart. And there were countless other possibilities—each one bringing a warmth that, in its own way, could rival the fire crackling in his hearth.
But no one had come. The realization left a strange, hollow feeling in his chest. Perhaps they were all too busy keeping each other company, wrapped up in the moment. Or maybe they were giving him space, sensing that he might want some time to himself. The latter however was far from the truth.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he turned away from the window and walked over to the fire. The flickering flames offered a small, comforting distraction as he added another log, watching as it caught fire and began to burn. The room glowed with renewed warmth, but it did little to ease the tension he felt building inside.
The storm outside showed no signs of stopping, and the silence in his quarters was becoming almost oppressive. He glanced at the clock again, this time contemplating his options. He could stay here, alone, with nothing but the sound of the storm and his own thoughts for company—or he could venture out, seek out the shipgirls, and join them in their makeshift gatherings.
A small curse escaped his lips as he raised a hand to his chin. "What to do. . ." He pondered aloud and leaned against his office, letting out a deep sigh as he sat there, eyes closed and head looking up at the white ceiling of the room. Freshly painted I might add.
A sudden bang at the door snapped him out of his thoughts, followed by a familiar voice that brought a smile to his face. "Commander" Takao's eager voice called out from the other side of the door, and he instinctively reached for his cap.
"Come in" He responded, adjusting the cap on his head as he leaned off his desk. He eased his smile into something more composed, patiently waiting as the doorknob turned and the door opened, revealing a visibly concerned Takao.
"Hello, Commander" She greeted quickly, her tone a bit more urgent than usual.
"Hey, Takao" He replied, his eyes narrowing slightly in concern. "What's the rush about?"
"Commander, is Atago with you?" She asked directly, her voice laced with worry. He shook his head in denial, stepping back and raising his hands slightly to show he was alone.
"Nope" He answered calmly, glancing around the room. "I think you can tell I'm quite alone here." He jokingly added but that didn't seem to ease the cruiser in the slightest.
Takao brought one of her nails to her lips, biting it nervously—a rare sight for someone usually so composed. "Is something wrong?" He asked, his tone more serious now as he took in her uncharacteristic behavior.
"I haven't seen her all day... and I can't seem to reach her phone either" Takao admitted, her pacing beginning to speed up as her anxiety became more apparent. She moved back and forth across the room, her eyes darting around as if she might find some answer in the shadows.
The Commander frowned, realizing just how worried she was. He had never seen Takao this concerned, and it sent a ripple of unease through him as well. Atago's absence, coupled with the storm raging outside, created an unsettling combination.
"Okay, let's not panic just yet" He said, his voice steady as he tried to reassure her. "There are plenty of places she could be. Maybe she's just holed up somewhere waiting out the storm."
Takao stopped pacing, meeting his gaze with a flicker of hope but still a cloud of doubt. "I hope you're right, Commander" She said softly, though the worry in her eyes remained.
"We'll find her, Takao" He promised, his voice firm. "Let's start by checking the usual spots together. If she's not answering her phone, she might be somewhere with poor reception or she might have just forgotten it."
Takao nodded, seeming to calm slightly at his words, though the tension in her shoulders remained. "Thank you, Commander" She said, a bit of the usual composure returning to her tone.
"I have a few spots in mind where she could be. Please let me take the lead" The cruiser mentioned and he could only nod in acceptance. It seemed that going with her flow would put her at ease, for now.
Around 10 Minutes Later
The uneasiness had returned to Takao's face minutes into their search. The pair had not dared mention the idea of searching outside the confines of this part of the base but soon the need to do so would arise.
The Commander would not mention such a thing to her but he was sure she knew so well. They had just left the canteen, their worried faces leading to questions from the rest of the shipgirls that were there and soon many had pledged to help them find the missing cruiser.
"Comman-nder" Takao's weak voice filled the empty corridor that they currently occupied. A tiny sniffle escaped her nose and soon the ship girl darted into his arms, tears escaping her watery eyes.
"She can't be outside can she?!" She shouted with fear and the Commander couldn't help but pat her head in an effort to calm her down. Unlike her sister, Takao didn't have fox ears, but the patting effect was all the same as she was soon idle and calm in his arms.
Suddenly she looked up at him a wide smile on her face. "I know where she is!" She shouted with glee and excitement and the Commander couldn't help but open his mouth in confusion. "What?" Was the only word that managed to escape his lips.
"She is in her room" Takao all too calmly mentioned as he chocked on his own words, looking dumfounded at the cruiser squirming excitedly in his arms. "Oh Commander if it weren't for you I would have never remembered!" She exclaimed with sheer happiness, burying her face in his chest and rubbing herself on him.
The Commander, still bewildered and now blushing at her enthusiastic affection, gently pushed Takao back so she could explain herself. "What do you mean, Takao? Explain" He urged, trying to make sense of her revelation.
"Oh, right!" Takao said, as if just remembering the details. "Atago told me a few days ago that a very special day of her cycle was coming up. She said it would either be today or tomorrow, and that she would lock herself in her room for the entire day"
The Commander raised an eyebrow, prompting her to continue.
"I don't know much else" Takao admitted. "She warned me to. . . um. . ." She paused, struggling to recall. "Yes! She warned me to warn you and said it would be really beneficial if you went to check on her."
The Commander let out a long, deep sigh, the pieces of the puzzle starting to come together in his mind. He could hardly believe they'd been running around the base in a panic when Atago might have been in her room all along.
"Are you sure she's in her room, and that I'm supposed to go see her?" He asked, seeking confirmation, though he could already see the answer in her eager eyes.
Takao nodded enthusiastically, her smile wide and genuine. "Yes, Commander! She specifically told me to remind you, but I completely forgot until just now"
The Commander sighed again, but this time with a hint of relief. "Alright, let's go check her room then" He said, already turning toward the direction of the dormitories.
Takao beamed, her earlier worries seemingly washed away by her newfound certainty. "I'll come with you!" She declared, ready to lead the way.
As they made their way to Atago's quarters, the Commander couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions—relief that they might finally find her, but also a lingering curiosity about what exactly was going on with Atago. Takao's vague explanation had done little to quell his concern, but at least they now had a lead.
When they finally reached Atago's door, Takao hesitated, her earlier confidence wavering just slightly. "I'll go tell the others we found my sister, have fun you too!" She said innocently and with a few quick steps was out of his way.
The Commander took a deep breath before gently rapping his knuckles against the door. He waited, his heart pounding in his chest. Moments later, the door creaked open just a crack, and Atago's familiar voice, tinged with a playful edge, floated out along with a deep scent he couldn't place.
"Commander~? Oh no. . .I thought I told Takao to keep you away from me" She purred, her tone sending a shiver down his spine. "But since you are here. . .Please. Do come in~"
The Commander hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by the teasing note in Atago's voice. He had expected concern, maybe even relief, but this playful tone only deepened the mystery of what was happening on the other side of the door.
"Atago... what's going on?" He asked, his voice steady but laced with worry. The storm outside seemed to grow louder, the rain hammering against the windows, as if trying to match the intensity of the moment.
Atago's response was a soft, almost musical laugh that made his heart skip a beat. "Why don't you come in and find out, Commander?" She suggested, her voice smooth as silk. The door creaked open a bit wider, revealing a sliver of her face. Her eyes were half-lidded, a mischievous glint in them, and her lips curled into a knowing smile.
The Commander felt a pull, a mix of curiosity and something else he couldn't quite name. He stepped forward, crossing the threshold into her room, and the door quietly clicked shut behind him.
The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a single lamp casting warm shadows on the walls but not really allowing him to name anything else in the room. The air was thick with a heady, scent that he recognized as Atago's, a fragrance that always seemed to wrap around him, intoxicating and alluring. Atago herself stood a few steps away, clad in a robe that clung to her figure in all the right places, leaving just enough to the imagination to make his breath catch.
"Commander~" His name escaped her lips as if a moan. "Gosh I didn't expect you to come~" She said, her tone light but with an underlying hint of something deeper, something that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. She took a slow step toward him, her eyes never leaving his.
He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Atago, Takao was worried. She couldn't find you, and when she mentioned you might be here, I... I had to make sure you were alright."
Atago's smile softened, a touch of genuine affection shining through the lustful façade. "Oh she can be such a forgetful little girl that Takao of mine." She said, stopping just in front of him. Her hand reached out, brushing lightly against his arm, and the simple touch sent a jolt through him.
"I told her that I needed. . .space. . . and time for myself while I got through this day you know~" She purred once more, licking her lips as she sensually rubbed her thighs, the sound of rustling fabric being the only giveaway he had to that happening.
"You were only supposed to visit me in my thoughts darling~" That sensual tone of hers had him tensing up, shivers constantly running down his spine as she rubbed circles on his arm with her slender fingers.
"You know, Commander" She continued, her voice dropping to a near-whisper as she leaned in closer. "Sometimes even a woman as I needs a little time to herself...to tend to her. . .needs. . . but maybe I should've asked for you to join me instead"
Her words hung in the air between them, the invitation clear in her tone. The Commander's mind raced, torn between the propriety his position demanded and the undeniable pull he felt toward her. Atago was no ordinary shipgirl—she had a way of getting under his skin, of making him feel things he wasn't sure he was ready to confront.
"Atago..." He began, but his words faltered as she placed a finger against his lips, silencing him.
"Shh, Commander~" She whispered, her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made his pulse quicken. "You don't have to say anything... just be here with me, right now."
Her hand slid down from his lips to rest on his chest, where she could surely feel the rapid beat of his heart. She leaned in, so close that he could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin, and for a moment, the world outside—the storm, the worries, the responsibilities—faded into nothingness.
In that quiet, charged space, the Commander felt the weight of the moment pressing down on him, urging him to make a choice. Atago's eyes held his, her expression a mix of anticipation and something else—hope, maybe, or desire.
Slowly, he brought his hand up to cover hers, holding it against his chest as he met her gaze. "Atago" He said, his voice far from steady. "I shouldn't let you make this mistake. . .if I go now-"
"No!" Her demanding tone cut him off as she pushed him down onto the futon that held her form until seconds before. She straddled his waist with haste, using both of her hands to pin him down, either on his chest.
She couldn't help herself, bucking her hips against his clothed abdomen as she let out a low moan. "Oh god~ Fuck!" Her eyes pierced his as she leaned down, her lips inches away from his. As they stayed there, the wetness that had started to pool up on his crotch became apparent as did the palpable heat that escaped her body.
The noises alone were enough to get him hard and she felt him grow under her, her naked sex quivering with lust and need. "Stopping me just as I was about to have my first orgasm of the night. . .you cruel, cruel Commander~" She moaned with little regard, once again bucking her hips against his.
His eyes widened and she couldn't help but giggle. "Has the situation finally hit you darling?" She asked, laying on top of him and grinding her gifted body all over his, moaning in delight as her hard nipples scraped against the silky robe she wore.
"This isn't the first time you have caught me masturbating you know~" She went on, lust seeping off every word as she once again raised her body, bringing one nail to her teeth to sensually bite on.
"Almost as if you knew, every time I started pleasuring myself to you, you would come to drag me out of my room so we could go on a 'walk'. And I would happily walk with you, my panties drenched, waiting for you to either make a move, or for the moment you would stop torturing me. So I could go back to my room and play with myself throughout the night~"
The tent he had pitched had her giggling as she further drowned in her own lust. "It's no good... I can't control myself anymore! Commander, won't you become mine? You don't have to worry about anything... All you have to do is listen to me, and I'll satisfy all your needs..."
Finally she leaned in, smashing her wet lips against his as they lost themselves in a very needy kiss. By then, her overpowering scent and seductive intent had wore down his all his defenses and with this kiss he felt no real reason to hold back any more.
Her hands raked his chest with force, her fingers digging into his clothed flesh with little hesitation as she dominated their kiss with ease. Each attempt he made to counteract her was met with fierce resistance. He was at her mercy.
"I mhmlo-vge yuh!" She moaned into her lustful kiss, her tongue smashing against his teeth, demanding access into his mouth. He was quick to concede, a battle of their tongues starting and ending as fast as it had started, her tongue easily dominating his.
Spit would escape the sides of their lips, their make out sessions becoming all the more sloppy by the second as lust clouded their minds. He didn't even think about holding back now, his hands shooting to her ass and groping it will little regard.
She hummed in sheer delight and finally broke off their kiss, a bridge of thick saliva forming and finally breaking as the two got further apart from the other. She once again straddled his waist, her chest heaving and pants escaping her lips.
"You taste so good~" She cooed with gusto, licking the spit on her lips and placing one hand on his chest. "Get it off" She demanded, tugging on his uniform. To that he was quick to oblige, starting to work on the buttons of his uniform as she worked on his pants.
In seconds both were off and he lied only in his boxers, with a slightly more content Atago still straddling him. "Finally~" She breathlessly gasped, attacking his naked chest with her lips, leaving kisses and licks all over his sensitive skin.
With one swift motion her robe was off her body, leaving her naked for him to admire as she continued her ministrations, attacking his chest and later his nipples, before moving up to his shoulders and neck, where she would start to bite and lick, leaving hickeys all over.
Meanwhile all he could do was moan and grope her peachy ass, pushing his face into her messy hair, seeking more of her lewd scent. She did not relent, leaving mark after mark on her possession, filling his neck with red bites and leaving his skin sensitive.
Once again she leaned back up, wanting to admire her work but unable to do so due to the little light in the room. With a frustrated growl she reached for her lamp, pumping it to full power that was just enough to reveal the other fully,
He looked in awe at her messy self. Hair clinging to her sweaty body, her ears twitching as lust filled her mind, eyes foggy and only focused on him, her lips puffy and red and her nipples noticeably hard and enticing. His boxes were already wet from the contact they made with her folds and she eagerly noticed his oh so wonderful erection.
"So hard~" She idly mentioned, before leaning down for another kiss, her fingers gravitating towards his chest and her nails scraping against his pinkish tips. Another moan escaped his lips causing her to break the kiss earlier than expected. "Are you sensitive there Commander~?"
He couldn't answer that, his cheeks flaring up to an apple red as his mind raced to find a way to escape the predicament he was in. A few more tweaks of her fingers however and Atago would get her answer, his face scrunching up with pleasure.
She giggled, right before a moan of her own escaped her lips as he did to her what she was doing to him. "Naught little boy~" She cooed, eagerly engaging him in a competition of flicking and squishing as both teased the other, while moaning with little care.
Their sexes reacted with equal passion and as much as they would have wanted to continued more pressing matters arose. "I need you inside me dear" She willfully moaned, before finally getting off of him and standing up.
The steps she took away from him had him confused but it all became clear as she pressed one hand against the wall, before leaning down and keep her shapely ass nice raised up. Her free hand wandered to her folds before promptly spreading them open, her juices continuing to flow down her sleek and creamy legs.
"Fuck me now and we can explore ALL our shameless desires after you fill me up~" Her proposal was all too good for him to deny, as he finally took off his boxers and released his length to the world.
Atago licked her lips at the sight, shaking her ass in the process and inviting him to fuck her senseless. "I don't think I need to mention that you can come inside right~?" She pondered, faking an innocent look that shattered all due to her lustful gaze.
"The whole point of going into heat is getting bred after ahmmmm~" She moaned a guttural moan as his tip brushed against her folds spreading them lightly. "Can you even get pregnant?" He pondered aloud and she giggled.
"Normally no. But I am sure we can have one of the doctors cook something up" She proposed, as he slowly inched himself inside her, basking in the warmth and wetness her cavern provided. The deeper he went, the more he had to bite his lips as if not to risk emptying himself inside her.
She was unimaginably tight and he was already sensitive from her teasing. "Oh~ Finally!" She shouted in pure lust, as he seethed himself deep inside her, filling her up and scratching all those itches that she could never scratch herself.
"Now fuck me as if I were nothing more than an object for your pleasure Commander!" Her dirty talk had him twitching inside her but he was quick to steel himself. He had a job to do and that was to please the slutty little fox in front of him.
In one swift motion his hands found themselves at her hips, grabbing her soft flesh he let out a deep breath. He pulled out of her just enough, before ramming himself back in, holding little back.
She let out another moan, clearly pleased, bucking her hips towards his. A deep, sadistic thought came to him, rushing into his mind and taking control. He raised his hand, before bringing it down onto her ass with force, leaving a clear hand mark on her fleshy rear.
She yelped at the sudden 'attack' looking back with surprise painted all over her face. "You asked me to fuck you. So stay still and let me do my job" He said unconsciously and she shuddered in delight, taking his order to the heart and obediently lowering her head.
"Do as you like Commander~" She moaned and he did as begged, starting to fuck the foxy woman with slow, deep thrusts that had their flesh meshing in unholy combinations. It took a few thrusts to get used to the motion but once he had there was no stopping him.
The sound of flesh colliding promptly filled the room as did her moans. The sheer force he used had her face and elbows pressed up against the wall as she let the droplets of spit leave her lips and fall down to the floor.
His cock was covered in her juices that were also flowing down her legs in droves making the sight all the nicer. "Yes~ Yes~ Yes~" Her sweet moans excited him further and he did his best to thrust deep and hard searching her face for the spots that made her feel it the most.
Soon he would find some and that had her moaning even louder, the idea that he would have her hoarse by the end of this all quite enticing. "I am already close!~" She shouted with little regard, still probably sensitive from toying with herself minutes before and now nearing her first orgasm.
With his cock twitching inside it was clear to both that his end would soon come too but he had made it his mission to have her orgasm before he would and so with another bite of his he held on waiting for his moment.
"Fuck!" Was all the warning he would get, before her walls tightened with force around him, squeezing his cock in an unimaginable way and sending mind shattering shivers down his spine.
Her orgasm hit her hard, her pronunciation of her love for him mixed with moans and spit. "I am close Atago!" He shouted in between thrusts, one of his hands reaching for her chest and grasping one of her breasts with force.
She winced at the sensation, her arms giving out as she was pressed between the wall and his muscled body writhing in pleasure and riding out her orgasm that seemed to be never ending. His baited breath filled her foxy ears as he leant forward.
"Take it all!" He came, finally unloading his seed deep inside of her and filling the lustful woman with the essence she had been long wishing for. He twitched inside her violently, as rope after rope of cum filled her starved womb.
Atago cooed moans of love in his ears and the two soon fell to the ground, their legs giving out to the pleasure of their first sex induced orgasms. "I love you Atago" He said in a low raspy voice, her insides tightening around him as if to respond to his confession.
That alone was enough to entice another shot of cum to leak out of his cock, making her shiver in delight and turn to face him. She placed a quick, loving kiss on his lips, smiling widely, her eyes focused solely on his. "Confessing now. . .you really are a cruel Commander~" She teasingly cooed, placing a few more kisses on his cheeks and jaw that had him chuckling.
"I am sorry. . . I was too lost in your beauty to tell you before" His confession had her rolling her eyes as she turned around in his arms, finally able to face him, pressing her gifted body onto his. A hand however would snake in-between, stealing gropes of her breasts once every few seconds.
The two now made out in full, their organs responding in kind, with him once again growing hard deep inside of her and Atago tightening her hold on his cock. "You know. . .I wouldn't have minded another spank or two~" She purred, her voice low and inviting as she let her ass sit on his hand, effectively trapping it.
With his hand pulled down he had been forced to lean forward, his head now buried in the valley of her wonderful chest. "Trapped are we~?" She teased, raising her right hand and slowly running her fingers up his abdomen to his tummy.
His first instinct was to stop her, but her free left clasped his own sole free hand, leaving him to her mercy. She leaned down, running her tongue over and around his ear, flooding his head with lewd sloshing sounds that had him shivering under her.
Meanwhile her fingers had finally reached their target, now defenseless, his nipples were hers play with. She circled his right with her nails, teasingly dancing around it only to gently fling the pinkish nob once in a while making him shudder.
"You are at my mercy aren't you?" It was no question, more so a statement, as she licked and licked around his ear all the while playing with his sensitive flesh. "Do you want me to buck my hips for you darling~?" She rasped, once doing the motion she proposed to entice him further.
"Do you want to cum again? Do you want to cum as I tease you~?" She questioned, once again bucking her hips and feeling his length twitch inside her. "You want to don't you~? You want to empty yourself inside me again, as I slowly tease your nipple and fill your head with lewd sounds~"
She did just as she had told and he twitched, time and time again inside. He was still sensitive from his previous orgasm though that didn't seem to matter to the dominative woman, as she bucked her hips, the two fucking in place.
"Come on darling cum~" She ordered in a low voice, picking up the pace just a little as she started to bounce on his cock. "Cum. . .cum. . .cum~" She ordered again and again and he got closer and closer to his orgasm as did she to her own, the pleasure of toying with the man she loved unmatched.
"Cum~" With one final whisper he came deep inside Atago, once again filling the foxy woman up who finally let both his hands go. Both were quickly wrapped around her waist, bringing her close and into a kiss that either needed.
This time it took them minutes to part, drawing out their kiss until their lungs burned for air. They parted with a loud pop, pleased with what they had done but still definitely not done, not by a longshot.
"Would you like a reward from your older sister Commander?" She lovingly questioned, raising her hand to his cheek and cupping it. He couldn't help but smile, his hips had completely given out though he was somehow still hard.
"I can't move Atago" He said after a quick chuckle and Atago couldn't help but giggle. "It's a blowjob, the most you will have to do is get over to that couch" She calmly mentioned and while it did sound simple, any efforts he made to move were in vain.
The cruiser giggled and with one swift motion got off him, finally releasing his length to the warm air of the room. Still, anything at that moment felt much colder than her insides which he was rather quickly missing.
She offered him a hand and while he did take it, she did most of the heavy lifting, her strength as a Kansen shining through, as she brought him over to the couch where he promptly sat down upon. It was a nice change from the wooden floor of her room.
Looking down at his hard member he couldn't help but sigh. "How am I even still hard?" He questioned aloud as Atago got to squatting down between his legs, one hand on his cock and the other placed on her lower mouth.
A thought came to her mind and soon her hands went to her hair and with a band she pulled from somewhere she collected the black bunch into a ponytail. "That look for some reason reminds me of your school uniform" He idly mentioned making the squatting woman smile teasingly.
"I could wear that for you later. . .though it would a shame to tear open the pantyhose" She said, before bringing her head close to his cock, all the while inserting two fingers into her wet snatch.
"I don't think it would be. . ." He mentioned, making her giggle as she placed a kiss on his sensitive tip. Soon she would place another on the underside of his cock and then another on his side and then another, until a floury of kisses flooded his member.
Atago's kisses were slow, deliberate, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through the Commander's body. She reveled in the effect she had on him, her every move calculated to drive him further toward the edge. Her lips were soft, warm, and as they trailed down his length, her tongue flicked out to tease him, making his muscles tense in response.
"You're so sensitive, Commander~" She murmured, her breath hot against his skin as she continued her playful assault. She glanced up at him with those mischievous eyes, catching the way his chest heaved, his breath coming in ragged gasps. It was clear she was enjoying every moment, savoring the power she held over him.
Her fingers, slick with her own arousal, moved rhythmically in and out of her, the wet sounds mixing with the storm's distant roar. Each thrust of her fingers into her own dripping entrance only heightened her own pleasure, the sensation adding fuel to her growing need.
As she reached the base of his cock, her lips left a trail of warmth behind, and she paused to run her tongue along the underside, tracing the prominent vein that pulsed with his heartbeat. Her eyes never left his, drinking in every reaction, every twitch of his muscles, every shudder that ran through his body.
When she finally took him into her mouth, the sensation was overwhelming. The Commander let out a low groan, his hands instinctively moving to her head, fingers threading through her ponytail and around her ears.
Atago's mouth was hot, wet, and she took him in slowly, her lips forming a tight seal around his shaft as she descended. Her tongue swirled around him, massaging the sensitive skin as she bobbed her head up and down in a steady, torturous rhythm.
Her free hand remained between her legs, the pleasure from her fingers mingling with the satisfaction of seeing the Commander at her mercy. Every time she sucked him deeper into her mouth, she pushed her fingers further into herself, her own arousal mounting alongside his. The sensation was intoxicating, the taste of him on her tongue and the pleasure in her core combining into a heady mixture that made her crave more.
The Commander's grip tightened in her hair, a silent plea for more, and Atago was all too happy to oblige. She picked up the pace, her head moving faster, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him with increasing fervor. His moans grew louder, and she could feel the tension building in his body, the telltale signs that he was close to his release.
She pulled back just enough to speak, her voice husky with desire. "Commander... I want to feel you... everywhere." Her words were breathy, laden with lust as she gave his length a few more teasing licks.
But before he could respond, before he could even process her words, she took him into her mouth again, deeper this time, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. The sensation was almost too much for him, his hands gripping her hair tightly as he fought to maintain control. But Atago wasn't done teasing him yet. She moaned around his length, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through him, and she began to move her head faster, her throat constricting around him with each deep thrust.
His breath hitched, his body tensing as he neared the edge, and Atago could feel it. She redoubled her efforts, her hand moving faster between her legs, her mouth working him with an intensity that bordered on desperate. She wanted to feel him release, to taste him, to know that she was the one who brought him to this point once more.
The Commander couldn't hold back any longer. With a deep groan, his hips bucked forward, driving himself deeper into her mouth as he reached his climax. Atago moaned around him, swallowing every drop as he came, her own pleasure cresting in tandem with his. Her fingers curled inside herself, and she shuddered as she too reached her peak, the combined sensation of his release and her own sending her over the edge.
The Commander leaned back, trying to catch his breath, his heart still pounding from the intensity of their encounter. Atago moved up to sit beside him, her body still tingling from her own release, and she leaned against his shoulder, content to bask in the afterglow.
"That was... incredible" He finally managed to say, his voice hoarse. "I am glad you enjoyed it Commander~" She cooed with glee, sitting up and joining him on the couch, sitting next to the panting man that couldn't keep his eyes off of her.
For some time the two sat there in silence, enjoying the other's presence and leaning in for a kiss or two once in a while. To them, there was no need to rush things now, not after they were three rounds deep.
"I can't believe I am going to say this but. . .I want to go another round" His words brought a smile to her face and she quickly shifted into his arms, once again straddling his lap and once again taking his length inside of her. "God, you feel even better than the first time Commander~" She purred with more love than lust her voice before leaning down to kiss her Commander.
"Let's go again then until we truly can't no more"
The Following Morning.
It had been a long night. Longer than the ones he had spent fighting against the sirens and times more arduous than them. But it had been a pleasurable night, one that he would never forget and one that he would most probably have to repeat next year for the same reason.
"Mhm~" The hum of the woman next to him broke the Commander out of his thoughts. As he turned to face her, he was quick to realize that all the soreness he felt was more than worth it, her adorable little sleeping face a grand reward for all his hard work.
The sun had most probably come up some time ago but was still hidden behind the raging storm that still dominated the world around them. Nothing seemed to have calmed down, not the rain, not the thunder, not anything.
Any yet, he didn't mind it, as all this meant was he got to spend more time with Atago, his at the moment, sleeping angel. With a pleased sigh he turned his body to face hers, bringing both arms around her body and resting one on her head and the other on her waist. She purred under his touch and he brought her in closer, basking in her warmth.
A beautiful smile graced her lips and he couldn't help but smile himself, placing a loving kiss on her forehead before saying. "I love you."
Her eyes flickered open, her smile becoming all the wider as she took in the sight of the man she loved. She giggled, clearly having heard his words of affection before burying her face in his chest and sighing her self with contentment and happiness. "I love you too Commander~"
Chapter 3: Warming Up With Owari
Summary:
After a fight with the sirens and a faulty weather machine of theirs, the Commander is in need of a coat. Owari is quick to give hers and after some though the man decides to reward the Battleship and maybe, finally, take the next step in their relationship.
Notes:
I have a few comments being lined up but they are still too few for me decide upon. Write your picks and I will deliver.
Chapter Text
"It's freezing out here again" The Commander stated, seeing his breath slowly go into the air and disappear.
"It appears that the weather altering device of the Sirens has malfunctioned, I rather doubt that they were hoping for this kind of weather during a naval battle" Enterprise said as she slowly made her way to her Commander, gliding atop the water.
"Did the Commander forget to bring his winter clothes again?" The always teasing voice of Prinz Eugen rung as he turned to face the cruiser who wore a wide smile on her face. "About 30 minutes ago it was blistering hot. . .it's not my fault those damn machines don't know how to operate their own gear" The Commander's frustration evident in his voice.
"Still, we have won with no casualties, so I would dare say that it has been a very good day" Enterprise followed up, finally reaching her Commander as did the rest of the group, namely, Owari, Prinz Eugen, New Jersey, Shimikaze and Atago.
The Commander let out a deep sigh, his breath visible in the frigid air. "Yeah, we did win, but I didn't exactly plan on freezing out here afterward" He muttered, rubbing his arms in an attempt to ward off the biting cold.
Enterprise offered a rare, small smile, her stoic demeanor softening slightly. "Adapt and overcome, Commander. You should know that by now."
"Easy for you to say" He grumbled good-naturedly, casting a glance at the carrier. She seemed unfazed by the cold, as did the others, all of whom had their own means of dealing with the unexpected change in temperature.
Prinz Eugen chuckled, stepping closer with her usual teasing grin. "Perhaps if you spent more time with me, you'd learn how to be prepared for any situation~" She purred, reaching out to flick a strand of his hair playfully.
"Or maybe I should just start packing an entire wardrobe whenever we head out" He retorted, earning a laugh from New Jersey, who had been quietly observing the exchange.
"Hey, Commander" New Jersey chimed in, her voice as spirited as ever despite the cold. "Maybe I can build a bonfire on the deck of my ship next time, just for you!"
Shimikaze, bouncing in place to keep warm, piped up, "Or I could run around real fast and make you a little whirlwind of warmth!"
The Commander couldn't help but smile finding the strength to extend his hands and gently pet the two bunny eared women eliciting purrs of delight, but the chill in the air was becoming more unbearable by the second. As if sensing his discomfort, Owari, who had been standing quietly to the side, finally stepped forward.
Her expression was thoughtful, her golden eyes narrowing slightly as she assessed his situation. Without a word, she began to slip off her long, heavy coat, the gold, white and black fabric swishing with her movements.
"Owari, what are you doing?" He asked, a bit surprised by the sudden gesture.
She held out the coat, her face set with determination. "Here, Commander. Take this. It'll keep you warm."
"But what about you?" He asked, hesitating to accept the offering. "You'll freeze without it."
Owari shook her head, a soft smile gracing her lips. "I'll be fine. I'm built for combat in all weather conditions, remember? Besides, I'd rather you stay warm and healthy"
The Commander hesitated for only a moment longer before finally taking the coat from her. The instant warmth that enveloped him was a relief, and he couldn't help but sigh contentedly as he pulled it on. The coat was large, the fabric heavy and comforting, and it smelled faintly of Owari- a hint of something floral.
"Thank you, Owari" He said sincerely, meeting her eyes.
Owari simply nodded, her smile still in place. "It's nothing, Commander. Just looking out for you"
Prinz Eugen leaned in, her smirk still present. "Looks like someone's got a soft spot~."
Owari's cheeks tinged pink, but she held her ground. "He's our Commander. We all have a duty to protect him, no matter the situation."
Enterprise nodded in agreement, her expression approving. "She's right. We're a fleet, and we look after each other". She said, seemingly getting ready to start another of her lovely yet, at the moment, unneeded speeches.
The Commander rolled his eyes, playfully jabbing the carrier next to him. "Enty, as good as you at raising morale I would rather not freeze to death today if that's fine with you" He teased, making the carrier blush even if just a tiny bit.
"Of course Commander. My apologies" He smiled, placing his hand on her shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze before giving the order to depart. Usually, for Enterprise too it would be a head pat but. . .they were out in the open and he found it best not to undermine her position as the strong and unrelenting force of the Eagle Union in any way, even if a minor one.
Seconds Before Reaching The Port
"Owari, your coat" He softly said, taking off the abundantly warm piece of clothing and handing it over to the dark skinned beauty that was the Sakura Empire Battleship. "Thanks Commander, kept ya nice and warm?"
He could only nod and Owari once again dawned her coat, shivering under it's weight and warmth, the faint scent of her Commander lingering on the fur of her clothing. Discretely she leaned down, planting her nose in the fur as a more noticeable blush covered her cheeks.
"So you were cold" He stated, looking at her with a sharp gaze that had her raising her hands in her defense as she snapped out of her little moment.
"Well yeah kinda, can't help it ya know? I 've gotten used to this thing so it's hard going on without it" She retorted making the man sigh before shaking his head in dismissal. She could have just told him she was getting cold. . . but that was Owari for you, never one to put herself over others.
"Come to office later, I will treat you to a cup of hot chocolate" He idly mentioned, making the rest of the girls look at him with pouts galore. Owari on the other hand was smiling from ear to ear, her cheeks dusted with a bit of red. "Count me in!~" She shouted all too excitedly.
"Commanderrrrrr" The drawn out version of his title coming from Shimikaze's lips evident to her jealousy. "What about the rest of us?" She questioned with the cutest pout one could imagine and he could only chuckle in place, as he started making his way off the ship.
"You all get a round of hot chocolate too, all on me, just not in my office" He answered, slightly turning to face the rest of the still, unsatisfied girls. "Why not?" Enterprise questioned, the one he thought cared least about such a detail but seemed to be hiding something behind those reddish cheeks of hers. Must have taken a lot of courage out of her to even ask him.
"Well, Owari is my secretary for the week" The Commander began, his tone teasing as he looked back at the group. "And it's only fair that she gets some extra time in the office—after all, she's doing a great job."
Owari's smile grew even wider, and she practically beamed with pride. The soft blush on her cheeks deepened, though she tried to play it off coolly. "It's just my duty, Commander" She said, trying to keep her voice steady, though the excitement in her eyes betrayed her.
The rest of the girls, however, were not so easily pacified.
"Commander, that's not fair!" Shimikaze whined, her pout growing more pronounced. "We work hard too! I can be your secretary next week! How about it?"
Prinz Eugen crossed her arms, her smirk never fading. "You're playing favorites, Commander~. You wouldn't want to make the rest of us feel neglected, now would you?"
New Jersey, who had been mostly quiet during the exchange, finally chimed in with a grin. "I can help keep your office really warm, Commander. You know, just in case the weather decides to flip again."
Even Enterprise, who usually kept her feelings close to the chest, looked like she was struggling to maintain her composure. Her blush deepened, and she glanced away briefly before fixing him with an expectant stare, as if daring him to come up with a good reason to exclude her.
"Your time as my secretary is due is it not? You will all get this 'special' treatment too when the time comes. After all, when have I ever been unfair to any of you?" He did have a point, there was not once in his entire reign that he distinguished one girl over the over, it just so happened to be Owari's turn.
To that, they all nodded, smiles once again dawning their faces as each walked past him and to the canteen. Prinz however inched a little closer than the rest, her wide teasing smile in full display. "As Your first ever Ironblood ship, I expect something more when my time comes Kommandant" She whispered her hand gently brushing up against his.
He could only roll his eyes then nod, sensing that if there were a few girls that deserved that tiny bit more, Prinz was one of them. She had after all been there since the start. "Tschüs Honighase" She whispered her final goodbye and left, making sure to add that swing to her hips that always held his gaze.
Though this time he was a bit more occupied with another matter, a very beautiful and exotic matter at that. "Shall we go Owari?" He proposed and she could only nod, the smile on her face having not left ever since she gave him her coat.
A Few Minutes Later
While making their way to his office, Owari and the Commander were quick to notice the presence of a lot more Manjuu than one would expect inside the base, wearing their little construction hats and carrying tools.
That alone picked the Commander's interest, for he was quite certain that no build had been ordered as of recent. Once they reached his office however, they would realize the reason for their presence.
Two distinct yellow construction lines were placed along his door along with multiple construction signs. Manjuu were seen going in and out the room with some pace behind them but the situation didn't seem too bad.
Kneeling down he begun. "Hey guys, what's going on here?" He questioned, one of the little things raising it's hand before rushing over to the office to seemingly grab something. Seconds later it would come out, holding a piece of paper with things written all over.
"Thanks little guy" The Commander thanked with a smile, petting the cure little blob of yellow before it run off to work once more. The paper read.
Repairs in the Commander's Office.
Reason: Burst pipes
Damage: Great
Repair time: Given that the whole floor needs to be removed. 2 days.
Notes: While construction will not resume throughout the night, the Commander will be asked not to enter in his office and connected spaces. ie: Bedroom. Given the current weather and the damage that has been done, with no heating in the room the Commander might suffer a cold or worse under these conditions.
"Ah. . ." He simply voiced, Owari looking over his shoulder and reading the message herself. The taller woman let a frown creep on her face for just a second, as the idea that she would not get to enjoy the warm drink with her Commander didn't sit quite well with her.
Though as mentioned, the frown stayed for little time as a great idea came to her mind. An idea that had her blushing lightly but seemed all to great not to act upon. "Well Commander. Ya could always come to my room"
The Commander blinked, taken slightly aback by Owari's sudden suggestion. He turned to face her, a mix of surprise and curiosity in his eyes. Her usual playful demeanor was still there, but there was something else in her expression—something more earnest and maybe even a little vulnerable.
"Your room?" He repeated, trying to process the offer. He wasn't sure if it was the cold or the situation itself, but his heart seemed to skip a beat.
"Yeah" Owari continued, her blush deepening as she looked away, momentarily avoiding his gaze. "I mean, if the office is off-limits and your quarters are out of commission, you'll need somewhere to stay, right? And my room's plenty warm. We could have that hot chocolate there"
The idea wasn't entirely unreasonable. With his office and personal quarters temporarily out of use due to the repairs, he needed a place to stay—preferably somewhere warm, given the current weather. Owari's offer was logical. . . and yet, the way she made it, coupled with the faint color on her cheeks, gave the suggestion a much more intimate undertone. One. . .that he really wouldn't mind submitting to.
"Well, I suppose it makes sense" He replied, trying to keep his tone casual, though the faint redness on his face betrayed him. "If you're sure you don't mind."
Owari turned back to him, her golden eyes meeting his once more. "I don't mind at all" She said, her voice softer now, more sincere. "Actually... I'd like it if you did."
There was a brief pause between them, the air thick with unspoken words and shared glances. Finally, the Commander gave her a small, grateful smile, nodding his agreement.
"Alright, Owari. I'll take you up on that offer. Lead the way."
Her face lit up with a smile that was both excited and relieved, and she quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him gently along. "Great! Come on, let's finally get somewhere warm!"
As they walked through the corridors of the base, the snowfall outside continued to intensify, making the warmth of Owari's hand in his all the more comforting. Despite the unexpected turn of events, the Commander found himself surprisingly at ease. There was something about being with Owari that made the situation feel less like a burden and more like an adventure.
After a few minutes, they arrived at her quarters. The room was much like any other on the base, but it had Owari's personal touch—plush cushions, gold undertones in all kinds of furniture, warm lighting, and a subtle, sweet fragrance that filled the air. The space felt cozy and inviting, a stark contrast to the cold and chaos outside.
Owari quickly moved to set up their drinks, pulling out a small electric kettle and the cocoa she had stashed away. "Make yourself comfortable, Commander" She said, her voice cheerful as she bustled around. "This will only take a minute!"
He took a seat on her couch, sinking into the soft cushions and feeling the warmth start to seep back into his bones. As he watched her work, he couldn't help but notice how at ease she seemed, moving about her space with a kind of relaxed confidence that was infectious.
She looked amazing in all every way, her beauty managing to make it self known even as she did the simplest of tasks. Without her coat all that she was, was there for his eyes to take in and while he was never one to stare, she captured his gaze more than anyone else.
Moments later, Owari handed him a steaming mug of hot chocolate, her own in hand, before joining him on the couch. They sat close, the warmth of their bodies blending with the heat from the mugs in their hands.
"Thanks, Owari" He said, taking a sip of the rich, sweet drink. "This really hits the spot."
She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling with a mix of satisfaction and something deeper. "Fufufu~ I glad you like it, didn't know how much sugar to add so I kinda eyeballed it" Her honest remark had a chuckle escaping his lips.
For the next few minutes the two sat there on her couch, enjoying the warmth and coziness of the environment they were in all the while chatting away, eager to get to know the other all the more.
At some point, Owari had started to lean on her Commander, her long horns sitting behind his head as she rest her own on his shoulder both arms entangled with his right. The contact had both feeling warm along with another few emotions that either tried to suppress, though the ever appearing scent of the other made that difficult.
Soon, the dark skinned woman would take things another step further, the two now holding hands, fingers intertwined with both actively not wanting to let the other go as she started to slowly rub herself on him which he would respond by turning more her way.
Both tried their best not to get lost in the others body but soon their eyes would wander, his struggling to decide where to settle, her soft looking breasts, or her thighs that threatened to burst out of the thigh highs she wore. His heart raced faster than it ever had before.
Owari was experiencing a similar struggle. Her heart pounded in her chest as she leaned into him, feeling the solid warmth of his body against hers. She'd always been bold, unafraid to speak her mind, but in this moment, she found herself at a loss for words. Her gaze traced the strong lines of his jaw and neck, her thoughts filled with the urge to close the distance and kiss or nip his skin.
For seconds their conversation would end as they would instead talk with their eyes only to be brought back to reality, a stuttering mess the both of them. The closer she leant in the more he felt himself needing to cross his legs for rather obvious reasons but he wouldn't help his case either, grandly enjoying the feel of her against him as he himself leant in.
"Commander. . ." Owari begun, her face a flashing red as she made the best effort she could to look at him. The embarrassment in her voice was quite clear but given the situation they were in it could all well be something else.
"Is there someone you like?"
The Commander's heart skipped a beat at Owari's question. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, a deep blush threatening to reveal his thoughts even before he could respond. Her golden eyes were locked onto his, wide and hopeful, yet tinged with uncertainty.
"Owari..." He began, his voice low, almost hesitant. He could feel her fingers tighten around his, their palms pressed together, grounding him in the moment. There was no use denying it now—he couldn't lie, not to her.
"Yeah... there is someone I like" He admitted, his gaze flickering down to their joined hands before meeting her eyes again. The words felt heavy, loaded with meaning, and he knew there was no turning back from this.
Owari's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding louder than ever. "Who is she?" She pressed, her voice soft but insistent, as if she needed to hear him say it, to confirm the hope that had begun to blossom in her chest.
The Commander swallowed hard, feeling the tension between them build to an almost unbearable level. He could feel the warmth of her body against his, the way her thigh brushed against his leg, and it was all he could do to keep his composure.
"A girl with pristine golden eyes that I seem to have lost myself in" He confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. The words came out in a rush, as if he'd been holding them in for far too long. "You"
Owari's eyes widened, her breath hitching as the reality of his confession sank in. Her heart felt like it might burst with happiness, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. She had imagined this moment a thousand times, but hearing it from his lips made it all the more real.
"Commander..." She began, her voice trembling slightly. She took a deep breath, summoning all the courage she had. "I... I like you too. I just can't stop thinkin' about you, whatever I do, like you're literally stuck in my head. . . What I'm getting at is: I'm crazy for you! Might as well stop fighting it and. . . accept it, y'know?"
The Commander's expression softened, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Only you could say that you know. . .and God do I love that about you" He murmured, his free hand reaching up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing softly against her skin.
Owari leaned into his touch, her eyes closing for a moment as she savored the warmth and comfort of his hand on her cheek. When she opened them again, there was a new light in her gaze, one of certainty and resolve.
"Can I-"Do whatever you want love" All previous hesitation had been lost from her voice that was now, once again, filled with sheer determination and love for him. He smiled, raising the hand that was on her cheek and gently bringing her hair behind her ear, revealing her other eye.
He leaned down, shivering as she brought her hand around his neck, her covered nails tickling his virgin skin as she herself brought him in closer. Her hair was all around them, her braids having fallen onto his lap.
Finally, Owari closed the gap, pressing her lips against his in a soft, tentative kiss. It was a gentle meeting of lips, filled with the tenderness and affection they had both kept hidden for so long. The kiss deepened naturally, their mutual feelings spilling over into a shared embrace that felt like the culmination of everything they had been through together.
When they finally pulled away, both were breathless, their hearts pounding in sync. Owari smiled up at him, her eyes shining with happiness. "Commander... I'm so glad you're here with me."
To that he himself couldn't help but smile.
Seconds would pass were either would do nothing to disturb the peace that had been made but at some point the rest of their desires had to be met and Owari's most important one was the one for her Commander's lips.
Slowly she started to move in his arms, setting both her thighs on the outside of his had him trapped under her, not that there was any other place he would rather be. Still, she had more to do, placing both arms around his neck before finally she sat in his lap, still towering over the man she loved.
She was barely any taller but her horns had him feeling otherwise, his heart pounding out of his chest as he looked mesmerized, at the woman in front of him. Wanting to respond to her motions his arms slowly went down her frame and onto her hips, where he found the most natural hold of them all.
She certainly didn't seem to mind, wiggling her ass on his legs as if getting adjusted to having him hold her. Her peachy ass felt soft even through her uniform, her skirt, doing nothing in stopping the heat of her body from seeping into his lap.
Once again she had regained that confident and prideful look of hers. Now that she knew how he felt there was no real need to worry, her confidence in her body sky high as was her confidence in being able to please him despite her non existent experience.
"Does the Commander like the feel of my gloved hands~?" She quipped, gently massaging the flesh under her fingers as a deeper blush overtook his cheeks. He groaned at her lovely touch, feeling some of his stress melt away even under this little effort.
Owari however was quick to notice that tiny bit of hesitation in his eyes, stopping all that she was doing to bring her palms on each of his cheeks, gently cupping them. "Commander~" She cooed before leaning in to place a quick kiss on his lips.
"Tell me everything~" She had read him like an open book and he could only chuckle at her magical efforts. "I-I would like to feel your bare hands please" He asked and she delivered, getting her gloves off in seconds before her cold, slender and velvet like fingers blessed his face.
Owari's bare fingers felt like silk against the Commander's skin.. Her touch sent a shiver down his spine, and his breath caught as he looked into her golden eyes, now filled with warmth and desire. She smiled, seeing the effect she had on him, her confidence growing even more.
"Better Commander, got ya feeling hot yet?" She whispered, her lips just inches from his, her breath mingling with his in the space between them.
"Much better and. . .yeah" He replied, his voice low and filled with emotion. His hands tightened slightly on her hips, pulling her just a little closer, their bodies now fully pressed against each other. The warmth of her body seeped into him, the soft curves of her form fitting perfectly against his.
Owari's smile widened, and she leaned in slowly, her eyes never leaving his. The anticipation built between them, the air thick with tension as they both knew what was coming next. She took her time, savoring the moment, wanting to draw it out for as long as possible. Finally, her lips brushed against his in a feather-light kiss, testing, teasing, before pulling back just slightly.
The Commander's eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, his heart pounding in his chest. The taste of her lips lingered on his, sweet and intoxicating, leaving him wanting more. He didn't have to wait long. Owari leaned in again, this time pressing her lips more firmly against his, the kiss deeper, more passionate.
His hands slid up from her hips, tracing the curve of her waist before resting on her lower back, holding her close as he kissed her back with equal fervor. Owari let out a soft moan, the sound vibrating against his lips as she poured all her feelings into the kiss.
She shifted in his lap, pressing herself even closer to him, her breasts brushing against his chest, adding another layer of sensation to the already heated moment. He could feel her smile in their kiss.
Their lips moved together in perfect harmony, the kiss growing more intense with each passing second. Owari's hands roamed over his face, her fingers tangling in his hair as she lost herself in the moment. The Commander responded in kind, one hand slipping down to her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin just above the edge of her thigh-highs, while the other held her tightly against him.
Owari's hips began to move of their own accord, grinding softly against his lap as the kiss deepened. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, and it only fueled their desire further. She wanted him, needed him, and now that she knew he felt the same, there was no holding back.
She broke the kiss for just a moment, gasping for air as her eyes met his. Both were breathing heavily, their faces flushed with desire. "Commander..." She whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I've wanted this for so long... I've wanted you for so long."
He smiled, his thumb gently caressing her cheek as he looked up at her. "I've wanted you too, Owari" He admitted, his voice husky with need. "You have no idea how much."
Her heart swelled with joy at his words, and she leaned in again, capturing his lips in another searing kiss. This time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. She kissed him with all the passion she had been holding inside, her body moving against his, seeking more of the pleasure he was giving her.
The Commander's hands roamed over her body, exploring the curves he had admired for so long, the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers driving him wild. Owari's kisses trailed from his lips to his jaw, then down to his neck, her teeth grazing his skin as she nipped and sucked, leaving small marks in her wake. Each touch, each kiss, sent a jolt of electricity through him, his desire for her growing with every second.
"Owari..." He breathed, his voice a mix of pleasure and need. He pulled her back up to face him, their eyes locking once more. The room around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them, lost in each other.
"I want you, Owari" He whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "I want more than anything I have ever wanted"
She smiled, her heart overflowing with love and desire. "Then take me, Commander" She whispered back, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. "I'm yours~"
With that, their lips met once more in a fiery kiss, their bodies pressing together as they gave in to the passion that had been simmering between them for so long. There was no more holding back, no more hesitation.
Taking things a step further, Owari let her tongue meet his teeth and once he had understood what she wanted he opened wide, letting their tongues meet in the middle of their fiery exchange as neither backed down to give the other an inch of ground.
The room was filled with sound of them making out as they grinded their bodies together, basking in the warmth that the other provided. For seconds they would break, suffering under the need of air before once again smashing their lips together, hungry for the other's tongue.
Each second away felt like torture and despite how many bridges of saliva they would make, they would eagerly break them down again and again in an effort to get more of their partner. Lustfully he would grope and feel her body, finally being able to bury his hands in her soft, thick thighs that seemed to melt under his fingers.
They eventually had to pull away, the need for air too great to ignore, their heavy breaths filling the room as they looked at each other with lustful, half-lidded eyes. Even as they caught their breath, their hands continued to explore, fingers tracing the outlines of muscles and curves as if afraid to lose contact.
"You like my thighs, don't you?" Owari panted, her voice breathy and laced with desire.
"Yeah" He admitted, his voice just as strained. "But don't you dare take off those thigh highs—I like those too."
Owari rolled her eyes in playful exasperation, though the smirk on her lips betrayed her amusement. She lifted his chin with a single finger, forcing him to look up at her, her body pressing even closer. "Pervert" She teased, her voice carrying a sultry edge.
He gave her a mock-offended look, but it quickly dissolved into a grin as he responded by firmly gripping the part of her that had him so enraptured. She gasped, a moan escaping her lips as she pressed against him even harder.
"Not my fault you're so damn sexy" He said, his tone a mix of desire and adoration.
Owari's golden eyes sparkled with a mix of lust and love as she licked her lips, leaning in closer. "Hey, Commander~" She whispered, her voice dripping with suggestion. "How about we continue this on the bed?"
Before he could respond, she sealed the suggestion with another kiss, deep and full of promise. A low hum of agreement rumbled in his chest as he kissed her back, his hands sliding up her sides to pull her even closer.
Owari broke the kiss, just enough to guide him as they moved. She slipped off his lap with a graceful ease, her hands never leaving him as she pulled him up from the couch. The bed was only a few steps away, but the distance felt like miles with the tension crackling between them.
As they reached the edge of the bed, Owari gave him a playful push, sending him falling back onto the mattress. "Take everything off" She ordered and he felt inclined to simply go through with her demand, taking off all there was to take off until he finally lay there naked.
The woman in front of him smirked, her eyes focused on the erection that she had caused before wandering to the rest of his body, taking in all the sharp edges he had carved through the years. She rubbed her thighs together, her lust pooling up in between her legs and manifesting in the wetness of her panties.
"Good, now. . .I guess you want everything off but the thigh highs?" She questioned with a teasing tone, receiving only a nod that had her heart thumping wildly. The idea that she would get to fuck the man she wanted while wearing part of her everyday uniform was a turn on for sure.
Maybe they could get to do it again in his office while wearing everything they normally would, clad in their uniforms and fucking silently as not to attract any attention, forgetting all about their work so that they could indulge in the other's body.
The idea alone excited her further but it was best she focused on the now and more importantly, the man eagerly waiting for her. Shooting him a quick wink she grabbed the straps that went around her neck, starting with all her accessories.
Then came the earrings and the things on her horns before finally she got to the first article of clothing. With her gloves off the only thing that kept her dress on her were the two flimsy straps on her shoulders and her belt, the second of which she took of first, throwing to the side.
From there on she slowly raised her hands, up her waist and around her breasts, before finally reaching her creamy shoulders. With one flick they were off, the article of clothing finally swaying off her body as she wiggled in place, more so to tease him than anything else.
And with that, all that remained were her panties and her thigh highs, her panties lacy black, a perfect fit that followed the edges of her legs just right. At first he simply stared in awe at her form, taking in the beauty that the battleship seemed to ooze in droves.
"No bra?" He questioned receiving only a nod that had his mind racing. "Was she always without a bra?" He thought to himself before promptly realizing that in fact she had been without one since the start. Thank god he was the only man in the base.
"So Commander, what do you want to start with?" She eagerly questioned, making her way towards the bed before promptly climbing on it on all fours, stalking him as if he was nothing more than her pray.
At first he didn't answer, extending his hands to hold her waist and bringing her close for another kiss that she was more than glad to partake in. Tongues once again classed and in their bout she felt his length twitch under her.
Shifting forward had him now wedged in between her chocolate colored ass-cheeks and slowly she begun to go up and down, grinding against his length and eliciting moans of pleasure from his lips.
Not to be outdone, the Commander raised his hands from where they were, slowly following the line of her stomach as low giggles escaped her lips, her ticklish nature apparent before finally going up enough and grasping each breast in one and giving them an experimental squeeze. The feeling was divine as soft bundles of flesh melted beneath him, fingers sinking in and eliciting moans of their own.
She pressed harder against him, pushing her ass further onto his cock and her chest more into his hands, his grip sending shivers of pure pleasure down her spine. Finally their kiss would break, the two gasping for air before a sharp moan left her lips.
"Mhm~ There. . .more. . "
For a second the Commander looked surprise before realizing that he had caught one of her nipples in between his fingers, squishing the pinkish nob and giving her a taste of actual pleasure.
He gulped down before bringing his fingers around her nips, circling them as she folded against him, arms around his neck, her face buried in the crook of his neck. Slowly he brought each one in between his fingers, pressing one finger against the tips while the others circled the pinkish nobs.
Sharp moans and heavy breaths left her lips, her tongue idly out and licking his bare skin. To think she would be that sensitive was wild but maybe going braless for however long left her longing for attention. His attention.
Once again he squeezed and rubbed, her eyes shooting back as she moaned against his skin, her hips bucking with each shot of pleasure she got. Seconds passed but to her it had all lasted an eternity as he played with her without restraint leaving her limp with pleasure and lust. Streams of her pre-cum run down her legs and onto the covers bellow as she was slowly tortured.
Despite it all he never seemed to go on for long enough or put enough force to actually get her cumming, he either knowingly teased her or was just going with the flow and unknowingly had her desperate and on edge.
One way or another she needed this to end, her womb aching as it begged for something more, her mind burning with desire and lust. With her mouth this close to his neck, a desperate idea came to mind.
She waited for him to finish another round of teasing and twisting and rubbing as she once again neared her edge but never got over it before finally she bit down with the little strength she had, leaving a bite mark that was clear as day.
He winced, his hands leaving her nipples and onto her waist, where he pulled her back, confused and slightly irritated. "What was th-mhm!" He was cut off by a very forceful kiss, her hands pushing him down with unequalled strength before she finally broke the kiss.
She moved needlingly and with lust, rolling over to the side and yanking her panties off her legs before darting to him and hovering her sex over his face. "Teasing and toying with me~" She rasped, the fog of lust over her eyes.
"Please Commander, please dig you tongue in and finish me off~!" She begged with little remorse for her dignity, using two fingers to hold her folds open that were leaking of her cum and pulsating with need.
The Commander was all too glad to comply, raising his hand and grabbing her thighs with force as he brought her down to sit on his face. His head was now well stuck in-between her heavenly thighs, his mouth covered by her wet slit and his nose the only available airway left.
He wouldn't experiment with licks, his tongue immediatly darting inside her, the horny woman gasping and moaning in pleasure. "Fudddgeeee. . . .Commander~!" She brought her hands to his head, grabbing locks of hair as her back broke from the pleasure.
Still he remained resolute, his tongue exploring her wet cavern with little regard for her sanity as she writhed above him. Time and time again she would tighten herself trying to somehow hold him to regain her breath but time and time against he failed, his tongue eagerly spreading her piping hot insides as he swallowed the juices that escaped her.
"Fuckkkkk~ Commander. . .please. . . I beg don't stop!" Finally an actual curse word escaped her lips as she neared her end, the Commander thrashing his tongue even more violently inside her she tried to keep herself straight, the taste of wet folds well seared into his mind.
"I am so close~" She rasped in between moans of pleasure her muscles tightening before finally she found her release, a wave of cum escaping her, one that he was all too glad to take in, lapping away as she squirmed above him, holding his head tight with thighs and hands alike.
"Commander!" She moaned, lost in the after glow of her orgasm as he continued eating her out drawing out her orgasm. With his hands still around her thighs she could do nothing to stop him as he continued to tongue her sensitive folds, spreading them lightly though knowing better than to enter her again.
He licked up and down, lapping up all that had escaped her, flicking the over sensitive nob that her clit.
"Please stop playing with me. . .Commander. . .I can't. . .please" He barely gave mind to her gasping voice as he continued to toy with the woman above him, who by now had lost herself in the pleasure of his tongue.
With her legs weak, he found the strength to flip her over, her back now against the covers of their bed which she clasped with unimaginable force. Still he licked away, his eyes wandering to her gasping and moaning form, her chest raised as she buckled from the pleasure, head shot back and eyes lost.
Finally he stopped, raising his head to admire his work, the woman in front him lost in the realm of pleasure. "I am glad you liked it Owari" He mindlessly stated, her eyes finding his, a wide smile on her face.
"You were way too good at that Commander~" She lovingly cooed, stretching her arms his way, keeping them open and inviting him in. "What. . .you want a hug now?" He teased, the woman bellow sighing to herself, mocking irritation.
"Come here" She told, her tone assertive, almost demanding, her legs rubbing against his thighs trying to draw him in. He resisted, though did inch closer to her, sitting just above the laying woman that was still relishing the pleasure she had received.
"I thought I asked you something" He countered only to find himself trapped in her legs that were now coiled around his waist. He didn't mind the situation, grasping the soft flesh and letting himself enjoy the feel of the woman bellow.
"And I thought I told you something" He relented, leaning in and finding himself quickly embroiled in a kiss that he was all too happy to be a part of. As their tongues met, fighting for dominance, her hands begone to go down his body, around his muscles before finally landing on his erection.
A light gasp escaped his lips as she grasped the hard member with one hand, giving it a gentle tug. To that he would twitch in her hand. "Mmm, someone's eager" She purred, breaking the kiss to gaze up at him with hooded eyes. Her hand continued its ministrations, slowly stroking his length as she watched his reactions intently.
The Commander's breath hitched, his hips involuntarily bucking into her touch. "Can you blame me?" He growled, voice husky with desire. He leaned down, trailing kisses along her jawline and down her neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin.
She let out a soft moan, her free hand tangling in his hair as she tilted her head to give him better access. "Not at all" She breathed, her legs tightening around his waist, pulling him closer. "In fact, I'd be disappointed if you weren't."
His hands roamed her body, caressing every curve and dip as he made his way down to her breasts a fact that she seemed to greatly dread. “Commander” She purred, looking up into his eyes lovingly and somewhat submissively. “Please don’t tease me again~” She said, increasing the speed at which she jerked him off.
He couldn’t help himself, a light grunt escaping his lips as she tugged up and down with gusto, her wrist breaking each time as she did the greatest motion possible in order to bring him the most pleasure she possibly could.
“God if you keep going on like that I certainly won’t be able too Owari” He gasped, as she brought her other to his cock as well, gently cupping his balls and massaging the round objects with her long slender fingers.
Owari's golden eyes sparkled mischievously as she continued her ministrations. "Maybe that's what I want" She purred, her voice low and sultry. Her hands worked in tandem, one stroking his length while the other gently kneaded and rolled his balls.
The Commander's breath came in short gasps, his hips rocking involuntarily into her touch. He braced himself above her, arms trembling slightly with the effort of holding back. "Owari" He groaned "You're playing with fire"
She smirked up at him, her chocolate skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. "Good thing I like it hot" She teased, increasing her pace. Her thumb swirled over the tip of his cock, spreading the beads of pre-cum that had gathered there.
"Weren’t you begging for me to let you go seconds ago?" He questioned in between stifled moans but she didn’t seem to care, her hands still tugging away as she felt him twitch in her slender fingers, finally getting some payback for his actions minutes before.
"If you hadn’t been so mean we wouldn’t be doing this Commander~" She purred, leaning up and placing slow, burning kisses all over his chest, teasing his sensitive skin and setting his brain further on fire.
"Eating me out like that even when I asked you to stop, making me orgasm with your tongue and holding me in place as you teased my sensitive little folds. . .making me beg"
The Commander's breath caught in his throat as Owari's words and actions sent waves of pleasure through him. He struggled to maintain his composure, but her skilled hands and sultry voice were quickly eroding his self-control.
"You loved every second of it" He managed to growl, his voice husky with desire. His hands gripped her hips tightly, fingers digging into her soft flesh.
Owari's golden eyes gleamed with mischief and lust. "Oh, I did" She purred, her lips brushing against his ear. "But now it's my turn to make you squirm, Commander~"
Her hands continued their relentless pace, one stroking his length while the other teased and caressed his balls. She placed open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, occasionally nipping at the sensitive skin, loving each and every reaction she got.
"Owari" He gasped, his dick twitching wildly in her hands, his orgasm nearing a lot faster than he would ever expect. "You are way too good at this" He rasped and the woman bellow giggled in toll. "Deja vu much?" She eagerly purred.
And just as he got near his end, feeling his cum well up with each tug, she suddenly stopped, her hands retreating to her sides. The Commander’s face was filled with disappointment and frustration as he now stood above her twitching idly.
"Owa-" He was never able to voice his concerns, immediatly silenced by a kiss that had him yearning for her touch all the more. Their tongues fought in a heated embrace, drool escaping their lips and falling onto her breasts mixing with the sweat, making the round orbs shine nicely under the light.
This kiss alone would never be enough to make him cum, yet pre-cum still oozed out of his tip, her influence all the more evident as his whole body reacted to her ever so lightly scraping his chest with her long nails.
Their kiss broke, a bridge of saliva between them that both broke by closing their mouths. "And that’s for edging me for however long you were doing so~" She all too happily stated, before using her legs to bring him all the more closer, lining his tip with her entrance.
The Commander's breath hitched as he felt the heat of her entrance against his sensitive tip. His hips twitched forward involuntarily, seeking that warmth as well as the tightness that he had gotten a taste of.
"Owari" He groaned, his voice rough with need. "You're driving me crazy."
She smiled up at him, her golden eyes filled with love and desire. "Good" She purred, her legs tightening around his waist. "Now you know how I felt darling~"
With a smooth motion, she pulled him closer, guiding him inside her. They both gasped as he slid in, her wet heat enveloping him completely. For a moment, they stayed still, savoring the sensation of their bodies joining.
"God, you feel amazing" The Commander breathed, his forehead resting against hers.
Owari hummed in agreement, her hands trailing up his back. "So do you" She whispered, her lips eagerly meeting his for another kiss that was filled with love and contentment. Despite all their respective teasing, they were finally conjoined, pleasure running through both of them as well as boundless love.
They soon broke their loving kiss, eyes lost in one another as neither dared move. "No more teasing darling. . .now you and I will finally become one" She stated in a low, wonderful tone as she reached for his cheek, cupping it and circling it with her thumb.
"How you can be such a tease and such a wonder at the same time I will never understand"
Owari's lips curled into a soft smile, her golden eyes twinkling with affection. "It's all part of my charm, Commander" She murmured, her thumb still gently caressing his cheek. "Now, are you going to keep me waiting?"
The Commander chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down Owari's spine. "Never" He replied, his hips slowly beginning to move. He started with shallow, gentle thrusts, savoring the feeling of her tight heat around him.
Owari's breath hitched, her back arching slightly as pleasure coursed through her body. Her hands moved to his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as she urged him on. "More" She breathed, her legs tightening around his waist.
He obliged, gradually increasing his pace and the depth of his thrusts. The room filled with the sounds of their actions, as flesh slapped against flesh and moans of passion escaped their lips.
Owari's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. She knew that she was close, that the climax was just within reach. She clung to the Commander, her nails digging into his skin as she urged him on. "Faster" She whispered, her voice hoarse with need.
He complied, his movements becoming more frenzied as he sought to push them both over the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the slap of skin against skin and the moans of pleasure that escaped their lips.
As the climax approached, Owari's body tensed, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, a wave of ecstasy that threatened to consume her. She cried out, her body shuddering as she reached the peak of her orgasm.
The Commander followed close behind, his own release imminent. He thrust one last time, his body stiffening as he spilled his seed inside Owari. Rope after rope of cum was sent into her, filling her womb and guaranteeing pregnancy could she actually become so.
Neither were sure of the fact though neither cared at that moment as they basked in the afterglow of their orgasms, shuddering in place, deep guttural moans escaping both their lips. Soon his body gave way, the sheer tiredness of it all and the day behind them leaving him in her loving arms, face buried in what was an awesome cleavage.
"My tummy feels warm Commander. . ." She sensually stated, rubbing the place just above her womb, giggling in place, a delightful smile on her lips. "I didn't even think of the possibilities of going raw" He mentioned, still panting in her arms.
She sighed, reaching over for her phone that she had at some point placed on the bedside dresser all the while her other arm reached for his head, her fingers getting lost in the mess that was his hair as she gently scraped his scalp with her nails, soft groans of pleasure escaping her lips.
She smiled at his reaction, offering him a loving gaze before with a few clicks she had what she had been looking for brought up. "Well I am not ovulating or anything but it definitely ain't a safe day either Commander"
He pondered the possibilities in silence, his hand gingerly reaching for the covers of the bed as he slowly moved up her body, his head now higher up her chest, with the covers reaching his shoulders.
"So. . ." He begun, a rather mischievous look on his face. ". . .we could have Owari looking rascals running around in a few months?" He pondered.
She chuckled softly at his words, her fingers still playing in his hair as she watched him move up her body. "Only if you're ready to handle a bunch of mischievous little ones with horns and a whole lot of attitude" She quipped back, her eyes sparkling with a mix of playfulness and affection.
His hand slid over her waist gently scraping over the parts that she was most sensitive and eliciting a tiny laugh, then pulling her a little closer as he rested his chin just above her chest, looking up at her with a smile. "I think I could handle that" He murmured, his voice warm and soft. "But only if they're as amazing as their mom"
Her heart fluttered at his words, a soft blush creeping onto her cheeks. She leaned down, brushing her lips against his forehead before whispering, "Then I guess we'll just have to see what happens, won’t we?"
He smiled up at her, the warmth of their shared moment wrapping around them both as they lay together, content in the possibilities of what their future might hold. "We could also guaranty me getting pregnant by going again" She said off handedly, shocking life back into his tired eyes, his body clearly responding to this new found offer.
He paused stuttering in place though clearly quite excited by the idea, given that his member was once again hard against her slit. "I will take that as a yes~"
And so begun another round of steamy passion. . .one that did in fact bring about life. Two cute little destroyers that had taken after both their loving parents.
Chapter 4: Running To Wifey Taihou
Summary:
The Commander is finally back home after three months of work and who does he search for? Non other than his wife.
Chapter Text
Three whole months of back-to-back trips later, the Commander had finally returned to Azur Lane. The weight of countless missions, diplomatic engagements, and unexpected hurdles had worn him down.
Each day had brought new surprises, some challenging, others manageable, but all requiring his unwavering focus. Yet, now, as he stepped back onto the familiar grounds of the naval base, a sense of relief washed over him.
He was home.
The rhythmic hum of the base's operations surrounded him—the clinking of steel, the distant voices of shipgirls conversing, the gentle lapping of waves against the docks. It felt strangely peaceful. As his boots touched the cobblestones of the pier, he couldn't help but take in a deep breath of the sea breeze, letting the salt and calmness fill his lungs.
But what truly set him at ease was the unexpected news that had reached him just before he disembarked from his last mission. Three whole days off.
It had been a surprise—the first in a long time that didn't come with a new set of orders or an emergency crisis to resolve. Due to the exceptional efficiency of his fleet, the last few missions had wrapped up ahead of schedule, earning them much-needed rest. It wasn't much, but in the grand scheme of things, those three days felt like a precious gift.
"Commander!" A familiar voice broke his thoughts.
He turned to see Laffey and Javelin rushing toward him, their faces lighting up the moment they spotted him. Laffey, as usual, had that half-sleepy, half-excited look in her eyes, while Javelin radiated her boundless energy.
"You're finally back!" Javelin said, bouncing on her feet and in the end bouncing straight into his arms. "Commander!" She shouted with sheer happiness in her voice rubbing her head all over his chest.
The Commander smiled, boy had he missed these interactions. "I am back and I don't plan on leaving like I did anytime soon"
Laffey stifled a yawn, her head nodding slightly. "Mmmm. . . that's good" She mumbled, her expression unreadable as she gazed at him with half-lidded eyes.
The Commander nodded before letting Javelin down. "I have to go greet at least some of the shipgirls, want to come with?" Javelin was quick to nod and Laffey was not but he had expected as much and left the sleepy girl to relax on the first couch they found.
Just as he had said he would he made his way around the base, greeting some of the girls, most of which were more than glad to see him, showing such emotions either through hugs or kind words.
Yet through it all, there was really one person he longed to see the most—one very special carrier who also happened to be his wife, Taihou. Given that she hadn't already leaped into his arms by now, there was only one other place she could be: their shared office-dorm room.
The space was much more than a simple room. It was a large, cozy apartment, complete with smaller sections that turned the place into a comfortable home. He had earned it through trials and tribulations, but it was Taihou's presence that had truly transformed it into something more. Her touch, her energy—it was what made it feel like home. She had settled in almost instantly after moving in, a natural fit even before they had tied the knot.
In the beginning, Taihou's possessive and slightly dangerous tendencies still lingered, but they were soon eased away. Gentle, loving days spent cuddling and caring for one another soothed her once-intense nature, as did... certain long night battles. Now, the most "dangerous" thing Taihou would do was insist on holding him for a few extra minutes after waking up, reluctant to release him from her embrace. Even then, she always relented, albeit after stealing a few extra kisses or snuggling close.
Sometimes he would discover faint kiss marks or light love bites along his neck after particularly affectionate moments, but he always made sure to hide them. Not because they weren't welcome, but because he preferred to keep those tender moments private, just for them.
As the Commander made his way towards their shared quarters, the warmth of anticipation spread through him. He knew that Taihou, in all her charm, would be waiting, likely planning something for his return.
Opening the door, he took a deep breath, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. "Taihou, I'm back" He called out softly.
He barely had time to blink before she was in front of him, her crimson eyes lighting up with pure joy. "Commander... You're home." Her voice was soft, but the emotion behind it was unmistakable. Without a word, she embraced him tightly, burying her face into his chest.
He chuckled, gently stroking her hair. "I'm back" He murmured, letting the stress of the past few months melt away in her arms. "And I've got three whole days off, just for us." He followed up, burying his face deep into her jet black hair.
He mouthed his content with words that didn't make much sense but Taihou understood them well. Taihou looked up at him, her eyes shining with happiness. "Three days? That's more than enough time to make up for all the moments we missed" She smirked playfully, but there was a tenderness behind it.
"I wouldn't mind being held hostage for a while" He teased, giving her a light kiss on the forehead before his arms snaked their way through a few layers of her yukata. The carrier couldn't help but smile before bucking her body to his touch.
"Well then" She whispered, leaning closer, her lips brushing against his. "Consider yourself captured."
And for once, the Commander was happy to surrender, leaning in that tiny bit more to meet her lips in a loving kiss. Her hands shot up to his face, cupping both his weary cheeks before she pressed her waist against his arms and her chest against his own as much as she could.
"I missed your taste My Commander~" She cooed, letting one of her hands drop to his chest as she started to draw circles all around it. "But you are here now and for that I can be most grateful" She followed up with a genuine smile before pressing another kiss on his jaw.
He chuckled, the smell of home made food filling his nose as his smile grew even wider. He hadn't had a taste of something fresh in a few weeks and despite Taihou being literally in his arms, he longed for some food too.
The ever dutiful wife was quick to notice but. . .felt eager to tease her little captive. "Commanderrrrr" She moaned mocking irritation. "You can eat me up all you want and yet you would look away?" She asked, her crimson eyes digging into his own as she made an effort to wiggle out of his arms. "Maybe you don't love me. . ."
And that had been the last straw as Taihou was quickly pushed against the nearest wall, pinned between it and his body and promptly kissed with little constraint. A loud yelp had escaped her lips yet it was clear she was more than content with the situation, submitting her everything to his touch and tongue that soon made it's way into her mouth.
As their lips moved in perfect sync, the tension seemed to dissolve from Taihou's body, replaced by a spark of passion that only intensified the more they kissed. The Commander's hands roamed across her back, drawing her closer, deeper into his grasp.
The warmth of the kiss spread through Taihou like wildfire, igniting a growing hunger in her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers intertwining in his hair as she devoured his kiss. The yelp that escaped her lips earlier now transformed into a low moan, a sound that vibrated through his body.
The Commander deepened the kiss, his tongue probing the warm recesses of her mouth, exploring the tender spaces between her teeth. With a gentle growl, he broke free from the kiss, his lips trailing down her jawline, onto the sensitive skin of her neck.
Taihou's eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting back in surrender as he left a trail of kisses, warm and soft, down her throat. She felt his hands slide down her sides, tracing the curve of her hips, sending shivers down her spine.
"Fufufu~ Someone's needy~" She moaned with a delightful smile, before leaning in to place another loving kiss on his lips. "But that's fine~ Actually it's a lot more than just fine, after all my hubby can do all he wants to me whenever he wants to me. . .just please do enjoy the meal I made you first okay?"
The Commander nodded, sure he wanted to continue but even more sure of the hunger that welled deep inside him. And so, even if reluctantly, he let her go letting out a deep sigh in the process.
"May I go and change?" He would ask and Taihou could only nod as she offered him a wide smile. "Please do and I will make sure you have a plate of warm food ready for you the moment you are back"
He remained idle for a second, unable to decide whether or not he wanted to go and change or just stay close to her and maybe sneak in a kiss or more. "Commander~ Go" He nodded and did as he should do, walking to their room.
As the Commander entered their shared bedroom, he couldn't help but glance around, feeling the familiar warmth of the space Taihou had made into a true home. The soft scent of lavender lingered in the air, a faint reminder of her presence in every corner.
The room was neat and organized, with small personal touches she had added — photographs of them together, little trinkets from past missions, the ever-present fluffy blankets she adored and the plushie he had gotten on her on their first ever date.
With a smile, he removed his uniform and slipped into something much more comfortable — a simple shirt and sweatpants, the comfort of the fabric on his skin was soothing, but even more so was the thought of returning to the warmth of Taihou's embrace.
He could already hear the clinking of plates from the kitchen, along with the gentle humming of Taihou's voice as she moved about, preparing his meal. The sound brought a smile to his face; it was these little domestic moments that he cherished most in his time off.
Making his way back to the kitchen, he was greeted with the sight of Taihou standing by the table, carefully placing a steaming plate of food down. She had changed into a more casual outfit herself, yet still managed to look as elegant as ever, with her long dark hair cascading down her back and her apron tied neatly around her waist.
He never understood why but. . .seeing a woman that usually dawns a Yukata in blue jeans and a big, puffy almost oversized sweater made him melt. She also wore bunny slippers but those were just adorable.
"There you are, Commander~" She said with a soft, welcoming smile, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw him. "Now, come sit and enjoy the dinner I've prepared for you. You've worked hard these past few months."
The smell of the food was intoxicating — freshly cooked rice, grilled fish, and a selection of side dishes that made his stomach growl. Taihou's cooking was always top-notch, and after weeks of being away, the idea of a home-cooked meal filled him with an undeniable joy.
He approached the table and sat down, eyes wide with appreciation as he looked over the delicious spread before him. Taihou sat beside him, her crimson eyes never leaving his face as she watched him with a satisfied expression, eager for his first bite.
"Dig in, my love" She cooed softly, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair away from his forehead. "I've missed cooking for you."
He picked up his chopsticks, smiling at her before taking a bite of the fish. The flavor burst in his mouth, perfectly seasoned and cooked to perfection. "This is amazing" He said, his voice full of genuine appreciation. "You've outdone yourself, Taihou. . .again"
Taihou's eyes sparkled with happiness as she leaned her head on her hand, watching him eat with satisfaction. "Hearing you say that makes it all worth it" She murmured.
As he continued to enjoy his meal, the warmth between them grew even stronger. They talked softly, exchanging stories of the past few months, laughing at small jokes, and simply enjoying each other's presence.
For the Commander, this was a rare, peaceful moment away from the stress of his duties. For Taihou, it was a time to spoil the man she loved, to remind him that no matter how far he went, home would always be with her.
After he had finished his meal, he placed his chopsticks down with a content sigh, feeling both full and relaxed. Taihou tilted her head, her crimson eyes watching him intently before she slowly stood from the table and walked behind him, her soft hands resting on his shoulders.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Commander," She whispered, her voice laced with affection. Her hands slowly began to massage his shoulders, easing the tension that had built up from his long months of work. "Now... How about we spend the rest of the night just the two of us? No missions, no distractions. Just you and me."
"I wouldn't have it any other way" He softly spoke turning his head ever so slightly to face her, with Taihou leaning down and ghosting a kiss on his lips, one that she would give him proper seconds later.
From where she stood she could see everything her man had to offer and yet her eyes fell on something rather lewd. She smiled and was quite pleased at the reaction he was having to her touch but also understood well that three months without her touch must have left him. . backed up.
"Would the couch suffice for now?" She pondered aloud and he nodded, leaning back, his head falling onto her lovely covered chest. She hummed a smile before leaning down to place a kiss on his head, her hands covered by the sweater all the way up to her fingers, those remaining unclothed.
Soon he got up and followed her to the couch hand in hand. The two were quick to sit down together and Taihou was even quicker to grab the first blanket she could and drape it over the two of them.
As they settled onto the couch, the warmth of the blanket draped over them only deepened the sense of comfort and intimacy. Taihou nestled close, her head resting lightly on his shoulder, while her hand sought his beneath the fabric. She entwined their fingers together, squeezing gently, her quiet contentment radiating through the soft hum of her voice.
"Three months... it felt like a lifetime" Taihou whispered, her breath tickling his neck. Her tone was tender, yet a hint of playful frustration colored her words. She tilted her head to look up at him, those crimson eyes filled with an unspoken promise.
"I missed you every single day, Commander. I kept wondering when you'd come back to me, when I'd get to do this again." Her free hand traced gentle circles along his chest, teasing the outline of his muscles through the thin shirt he'd changed into.
The Commander smiled, leaning into her touch, the exhaustion of his months away slipping further from his mind with each passing second. "I missed you too. I missed your touch and your love. . .your presence too" He admitted softly, squeezing her hand in return. His gaze traveled from her half-lidded eyes to the way her body curled up against him—soft, delicate, but filled with an unmistakable strength.
For a moment, the two simply sat in silence, allowing the closeness to speak for itself. There was no need for rushed words or grand gestures; the quiet peace between them was more than enough.
But, of course, Taihou could never resist making her presence felt a little more. She shifted slightly, her leg brushing against his as she leaned in even closer. "You know, Commander, I was starting to think I'd have to come hunt you down myself. I almost hopped on one of the planes... but I decided to wait like a good wife. I figured you'd come home eventually." Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, her breath warm against his ear.
The Commander chuckled, the idea of Taihou storming suddenly appearing where he was just so she could see him highly plausible. "After the first two months I wouldn't have minded that much if you just appeared. . ." He said, seconds before he planted a loving kiss on her cheek.
Taihou purred in response, clearly pleased by the attention. She shifted again, pulling her hand free from his, and in one smooth motion, she straddled him, her thighs framing his hips. Her long, dark hair cascaded around them like a curtain, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of love and desire.
"Now that you're back..." She began, her fingers trailing up his chest before resting gently at the base of his neck, "I think it's time you made up for all the kisses you owe me. You know, for those lonely nights" Her lips hovered just inches from his, teasing, waiting for him to close the distance.
The Commander grinned, his hands naturally finding their way to her waist, pulling her a little closer. "I owe you, do I?" He murmured, his voice low and teasing. His heart raced as he felt her body press against his, the warmth of her skin beneath her casual clothes intoxicating. "Sure, let's start paying up"
With that, he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, savoring every second as though he could make up for all the time they'd been apart.
Taihou sighed into the kiss, her fingers threading through his hair as she responded eagerly, pressing her body closer to his. Every inch of her was soft, welcoming, the faint scent of lavender mixing with the salt of the sea that still lingered on his skin.
As they kissed, the world outside their little sanctuary seemed to fade away. All that mattered was the feel of Taihou's lips against his, the way her body molded perfectly to his, and the sense of belonging that enveloped them both. This was home—Taihou's embrace, her warmth, her love.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally broke apart, though Taihou kept her forehead resting against his, her breaths coming in soft, even puffs. "You taste just as good as I remembered" She murmured, her fingers brushing along his jawline before trailing down to rest on his chest once again. "And now that I have had a taste. . .I don't think I want to stop my lovely husband"
The purrs she made when she was aroused were always powerful enough to get him going. Not that he wasn't already very much in tune with the situation he was in, he just needed that little something that would get him going. And Taihou had just the right idea.
"Want to feel my lips on your other head too my love?" She moaned in his ear, her tongue ghosting his flesh as he went eye wide at her words. "ah- Taihou. . ." He stammered out half flustered half aroused.
Taihou's gentle humming grew louder, her fingers digging softly into his chest as she nuzzled his ear. "My Commander, you're so easy to excite" She whispered, her breath sending shivers down his spine. "And I have to say, I'm rather excited myself. . . having gone without your touch for so long. . .god I just want to have you play with me till I can't move anymore."
Her lips grazed the shell of his ear, sending a jolt of desire through him. "Say yes, Commander," She purred, her voice husky and seductive. "Let me show you just how much I've missed you." She said leaning in to press her soft lips against his cheek, leaving soft red marks of lipstick all over.
The Commander's eyes fluttered closed, his head spinning with the promise of what was to come. "God you always were such a tease. . ." He whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "Yes Taihou. . ."
Taihou's lips curled into a sly smile as she leaned in, her fingers weaving through his hair to pull him closer. "My pleasure, Commander" She whispered, her mouth brushing against his ear once more.
Just like a snake she left his lap, snaking all the way to the floor as she fell to her knees, black hair covering her crimson eyes that were brimming with lust and want. She purred and giggled as her hands made quick work of the pants of he wore.
"Pitching a tent for me Commander? Oh how thoughtful" She teased, her long, slender fingers teasing the waistband of his boxers as she looked up at him, taking one hand to clear the hair from her face and guide it all behind her ears.
The Sakura woman smiled at her Commander, before leaning in to place a kiss on the head of his covered member, sending a shiver of pure pleasure up his spine, a light groan leaving his lips. "Oh my~ how sensitive. . .have you not taken care of yourself at all?"
The Commander couldn't help but shake his head, a labored breath leaving his lips. "I was always so caught up with work and stuff I just. . .I didn't." His admission was enough to get Taihou going, quickly releasing his member from it's constraints as it now stood proud before her.
Her warm breath tickled his skin, as she hovered her face around his cock, Taihou's gaze lingered on her husband's erection, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of desire and amusement. "Well, well, well," She purred, her voice husky with arousal. "Looks like you've been neglecting yourself, Commander"
Her tongue darted out, tracing the length of his shaft, sending shivers down his spine. The Commander's breath caught in his throat as he watched her, his hands instinctively reaching out to touch her hair.
Taihou's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze with a playful spark. "Don't touch, Commander" she whispered, her fingers wrapping around the base of his cock. "I want to take care of you at my own pace this time"
Her grip was gentle, yet firm, as she began to stroke him, her fingers gliding up and down his length with a soothing rhythm. The Commander's eyes rolled back, his body relaxing into her touch, as he let out a low, husky moan.
Taihou's smile grew wider, her eyes never leaving his face, as she continued to tease him, her fingers dancing across his skin, building up his desire. "You're so responsive, Commander" She whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "I love that about you."
Slowly her grip would tighten as she would guide her hand up and down his whole length, her fingers teasing the sensitive tip each time she caressed it with them. Her gaze remained solely focused on his cock and yet once ever few second she would glance up to gaze at his pleasured face.
Gasps and low moans escaped him as Taihou's handjob proved to be enough to bring him to the edge on it's own, as months of holding it in had left him brimming with both lust and cum. Yet, she would stop the moment she felt him near his end.
"Taihou" He moaned out her name in frustration, the woman in question smiling at her husband with lust in her eyes. "Shhhh. . .let me please you my Commander" Her soothing, almost commanding words had him gulp down and sit back, his eyes widening in need as she neared his cock with her puffy red lips.
Her breath tickled his member once more and with a wink she took him whole as she had done time and time before, his cock buried in the wet canal of her throat and her tongue coating the member with spit as she moaned all around it.
The Commander's eyes went wide, his body tensing as he felt the warmth and wetness of Taihou's mouth envelop his cock. He let out a low, husky moan, his fingers tangling in her hair as he held her head in place.
Taihou's eyes fluttered closed, her tongue working magic as she sucked his cock, her cheeks hollowing out as she deep-throated him. Her lips were soft and gentle, yet firm and insistent, as she worked him over, her tongue dancing across his shaft and her throat muscles flexing as she swallowed. The Commander's eyes rolled back, his body trembling with pleasure, as he felt himself being drawn closer and closer to the edge.
Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, Taihou slowed down, her mouth still wrapped around his cock, but her movements becoming more gentle and languid. The Commander's eyes snapped back into focus, his gaze locking onto hers as he struggled to catch his breath.
"Taihou" He whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please. . .I can't"
Taihou's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with amusement, as she leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper "Of course my love~"
She took a deep breath, her mouth moving up and down his cock, her tongue exploring every inch of his shaft. The Commander's body tensed, his hands tightening in her hair as he felt himself being pulled closer and closer to the edge.
Taihou's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto his, as she began to suck harder, her mouth moving up and down his cock with a rhythm that was both slow and intense. The Commander's breathing quickened, his body trembling with pleasure, as he felt himself being drawn closer and closer to the point of no return.
"Taihou I. . .I am already close" He moaned, his voice echoing through the room as he felt himself being pulled under.
Taihou's mouth moved faster, her tongue working overtime as she sucked him dry. The Commander's body tensed, his hands releasing her hair as he let out a low, husky moan.
And then, in a burst of pleasure and release, he came, his cock exploding in Taihou's mouth as he shot jet after jet of semen down her throat. Taihou's eyes locked onto his, her gaze sparkling with pleasure, as she swallowed every last drop.
The Commander's body went limp, his head falling back as he let out a low, satisfied moan. Taihou's mouth released his cock, her tongue licking his shaft clean as she smiled up at him, her eyes shining with amusement.
"Better?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The Commander's eyes snapped back into focus, his gaze locking onto hers as he smiled, his body still trembling with pleasure. "Much better" He whispered, his voice barely audible.
Taihou's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with amusement, as she leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, my love." She said before sitting up, taking a handkerchief she had close and cleaning her lips before cleaning her mouth with some water.
As she looked down at him he could sense the change in tone, her eyes a tad bit more serious. "You should take better care of your needs My Commander" She pointed out, before offering a hand so he could rise off the couch. One that he quickly took.
"But alas I am your wife for a reason. And if you will not take care of yourself on your own. . ." She started, her hand once again snaking it's way to the base of his ever hardening cock. ". . .I will make sure to drain you day and night~"
Finally her tone had shifted back and now she smiled at him, her eyes full of lust once more as she smashed her lips against his, her tongue dancing around with his own in a battle of spit and want, all the while her hand continued it's ministrations to give her the edge she wanted.
Both moaned inside the kiss as his own hands finally went to work, groping and palming her breasts with need. The more she leaned into his touch the faster her own hand went, getting him back to full mast and adding to the lewdness of their kiss.
"Bed?" He breathed out, smiling as his eyes got drunk on her beautiful form. Yes he would much rather she be naked but. . .her beauty shone through no matter it's cover.
Taihou's eyes sparkled with mischief as she pulled back from the kiss, her lips glistening with his saliva. "I think that's a wonderful idea, my love" She purred, her hand still wrapped around his cock wrist breaking at every tug and fingers delicately teasing his skin.
She leaned in close, her breath whispering against his ear. "I want to feel you deep inside me, Commander. I want to feel you move with me, and I want to hear you cry out my name. Not that I won't drown that out with my own moans but. . you catch my drift~"
Her words sent shivers down his spine, and he felt his cock twitch in her hand. He nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why are we sitting here wasting time then?"
Taihou smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement as she turned to face the Commander. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his in a gentle kiss. "Follow me, Commander" She whispered, her voice husky with desire.
She turned and padded across the room, her hips swaying seductively as she moved. The Commander followed, his eyes fixed on her ass as he walked. He felt a surge of desire course through him, and he quickened his pace, his hand reaching out to slap her ass playfully.
Taihou let out a yelp, followed by a lust filled giggle before she took two quick step forwards to open the bedroom door. The scent of lavender flooded out and his hand was soon taken by her as she dragged him into their room.
Seconds later he was flat on the bed with the love of his life having climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Both were naked, have gotten rid of any irritating clothing, her flesh meshing together as their hands explored the other.
His fingers dug deep into her flesh, her wide lovely hips never resisting his touch as neither did his chest and abs to her own. Her nails caused ripples all over his skin and soon she took the delight of marking her man, pressing her lips against his shoulder and leaving small bites all over.
Red of lipstick and bitten flesh filled his upper body, shoulders first, followed by his neck which she gave special attention to, knowing well how much he loved her attentions there. "Such lovely work I do~" She cooed with lust filled eyes before going back down to ravage his lips with her own.
Both moaned in the kiss, hips bucking against the other to provide them pleasure as his erection rubbed against her wet folds that were slick with her need.
Already in the mood, it didn't take long for both to propose finally getting it on and so she slowly lifted herself up, before dropping down on his cock, pleasure shooting through the both of them as they finally became one after however long.
Neither moved at the start, having to readjust to their lovers sex as they continued to mold and palm the others flesh, before moving in for another passionate kiss. In the kiss they would start to move, starting with low awkward thrust before quickly finding their old rhythm.
Kiss after kiss, thrust after thrust they got faster and faster and their bodies slammed together in a frenzied rhythm, their hips bucking against each other like a wild animals.
Taihou's body trembled above him, her thighs shaking as she clung to him, their breath mingling in the warm air between their lips. The intense passion they shared hung heavily in the room, both of them locked in the pleasure and intensity of their union. His hands gripped her waist tightly, guiding her, helping her ride him as he thrust upwards in time with her movements.
Each thrust filled her completely, stretching her in ways that made her gasp and arch her back, pressing her chest forward against him. Her nails scraped down his chest, leaving red trails that sent a jolt of heat through him.
The sharp sting of a bite against his neck only spurred him on, his cock driving deeper into her soaked heat. Taihou's breaths turned ragged, her moans growing louder with every push inside of her, the friction between their bodies sparking a fire that burned through her veins.
The Commander's lips crashed into hers again, their kiss rough and desperate, both of them seeking more of the other's warmth. His tongue tangled with hers, exploring her mouth with the same hunger that his hips showed with each powerful thrust. The kiss was a fiery mix of passion and raw need, their tongues building bridges of saliva only to break them apart seconds later in their lustful frenzy.
Taihou's hands roamed across his chest, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles, feeling the power behind each movement as he thrust upward into her. She rocked against him, their bodies finding that familiar rhythm they'd perfected long before his absence. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, her body begging for release as the pleasure inside her built to an unbearable height.
"Commander... I've missed this—missed you—so much" She gasped between kisses, her voice trembling with desire. Her hips bucked against him, grinding down harder, faster, her body instinctively seeking that final push toward the edge. She could feel the heat pooling low in her belly, tightening with each thrust.
His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer as he leaned up, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. One hand tangled in her hair, the other still gripping her waist, guiding her as she rode him harder, faster. He could feel the tension coiling inside her, the telltale signs of her nearing climax in the way her body clenched around him, her moans turning higher, more breathless.
"Taihou..." He murmured against her lips, his voice strained as he thrust up into her with more force.
Taihou's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze, their shared intensity drawing her closer to her release. She bit her lip, her face flushed, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as her body trembled from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. Every nerve was alight with pleasure, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer.
Suddenly, her whole body tensed. Her back arched, her nails digging into his shoulders as she cried out, her orgasm hitting her with the force of a wave crashing against the shore. She threw her head back, her body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure washed over her in waves. Her walls tightened around his cock, pulsing with each surge of ecstasy, her legs quivering as her release flooded through her.
"C-Commander..." She gasped, her voice catching in her throat as she rode the last waves of her orgasm. Her breath came in short, ragged bursts, her chest heaving as she collapsed forward, resting her forehead against his.
But he wasn't finished yet. The Commander could feel her body still twitching in the aftermath of her climax, and the way she clenched around him drove him wild. He gritted his teeth, his own release building rapidly, and with a few more powerful thrusts, he was there.
With a deep groan, his hips bucked up into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he spilled deep inside her. His fingers dug into her hips as he held her against him, his body trembling as pleasure overtook him. He moaned her name softly, his voice hoarse, as he rode out the last moments of his release, his body spent but satisfied.
For several moments, neither of them moved, their breathing heavy, bodies entwined as they came down from the high of their shared ecstasy. Taihou's head rested against his chest, her dark hair sticking to her damp skin. She could feel his heartbeat against her cheek, fast and strong, a mirror of her own.
Slowly, she lifted her head, her crimson eyes locking with his, a soft smile curling on her lips. Her fingers brushed gently across his cheek, wiping away a bead of sweat as she leaned in to kiss him once more—this time, tenderly, savoring the moment.
"I've missed this" She whispered against his lips, her voice a soft murmur. "I've missed you so much, Commander. I don't want to let you go ever again."
He smiled, pulling her closer, their foreheads resting together. "You won't have to" He whispered back, his voice full of affection. "I'm home now. I'm right here."
Taihou let out a contented sigh, her arms wrapping around him as she pressed her body against his, her heart full. For the first time in months, everything felt right again. They were together, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.
They lay there together, the weight of their intimacy and love settling over them like a warm blanket. Taihou nestled closer, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest as the steady rhythm of their breathing fell in sync.
"Three whole days" Taihou whispered, a hint of playfulness returning to her voice. "I won't waste a second of it."
The Commander chuckled softly, his hand running through her dark hair. "You'll have all of me. I promise."
She hummed in contentment, closing her eyes as she pressed a soft kiss to his chest. "Good. Because I don't intend to let you leave this bed anytime soon."
He smiled, his fingers still gently combing through her hair. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
For a while, they remained quiet, simply enjoying the peace they had longed for. After all the time apart, no words were necessary—they had each other, and that was all that mattered.
"Stay with me, Commander" She murmured drowsily, already drifting off to sleep in his arms.
"Always" He whispered, holding her close as the night embraced them both.
Chapter 5: Honey~
Summary:
The Commander decides to take a day off and informs his lovely wife of it. They immediatly run home and it doesn't take long for bubbled up frustrations to take over, New Jersey's especially potent.
Chapter Text
He glanced at the picture frame on his desk, their wedding photo. New Jersey's radiant smile in her elegant dress, her hand firmly in his, was a constant reminder of the happiest day of his life.
The week that followed—filled with quiet mornings, spontaneous laughter, and the serenity of their honeymoon—was etched into his memory as a time of pure bliss. He cherished those moments with every fiber of his being, just as he cherished her.
One year of marriage had passed, and not a single unexpected hiccup had disturbed their bond. Occasional debates, sure, but never real fights. Their days were filled with love and affection just like they wanted them to be.
The Siren threat, once a looming shadow over the oceans, had dwindled dramatically in the past year. Their combined efforts, along with the tireless dedication of the entire Azur Lane fleet, had liberated vast sectors of the seven seas.
Yet as per everything in this world, it had come with it's consequences.
Their missions grew longer, their work hours more grueling. Endless paperwork, strategic meetings, and the coordination of fleet operations filled his days. Nights offered only brief glimpses of peace when they returned to their shared home at the edge of the naval base.
Even then, those moments were fleeting—a quiet dinner, a few exchanged words, and then exhaustion would claim them both. Their remote home, a sleek, modern haven surrounded by dense forest, became just another stop in their busy lives.
Today, as he stared at that wedding photo, a pang of longing gripped him. He missed her. Not just the late-night conversations or the way she teased him when she caught him yawning over paperwork, but everything that came with her. The jokes, the constant shows of affection, the kisses, the hugs, the. . .the sex.
He couldn't deny it. He loved her for everything she was just as she did and he missed that everything the more time went on. Just as she did.
He leaned back in his chair, the ever-present stack of documents vying for his attention. But for once, he didn't reach for them. Instead, he made a decision—a rare, selfish decision in the face of his duty.
He'd take some time off. No distractions, no missions, no late nights buried under files. Just him and New Jersey, retreating to their home to rest, reconnect, and do all the things that they wanted to do.
That they deserved to do.
Of course for a second he hesitated, who was he to just cut everything off for a few days and leave the base running on it's own? Well. . .he was the Commander. The man that had taken on the job few could ever handle and handled it better than all of them ever would have.
He had made decisions that had decided whether thousands would live or die and now what? He couldn't just catch a few days off? He didn't have the courage to ask for them? Knowing very well that Bismarck, Musashi and the likes could very well keep everything in check?
He scoffed, he was The man of the base and. . .he really wanted his wife.
He had had a microphone installed in his office, so he could give out orders that needed to be heard all around the base. And he was to use it, to call in his office the many leaders of the factions that rested in Azur Lane.
All were surprised to be called on such short notice but none even thought about denying him his days off once that was mentioned. He had earned them, very much so.
Preparations were made and soon 'control' was handed over to the girls for the coming days, the Commander laying his cap on his desk signaling the start of what was to surely be a very lovely few days.
Minutes Later
The Commander strolled through the base, the midday sun casting a golden hue over the bustling activity of shipgirls and support staff. His steps were lighter than they had been in weeks, a quiet anticipation building in his chest. He adjusted his jacket, loosening the tightness around his shoulders as he approached the training grounds.
There, among a small group of shipgirls, stood New Jersey. She was unmistakable, her presence commanding yet effortlessly graceful. Her long blue hair shimmered in the sunlight, the bunny-eared hairpiece perched jauntily atop her head as she was spoke with her usual confident charm, gesturing emphatically while the others nodded attentively.
The Commander paused, taking in the sight of her. The way she held herself—firm yet warm, her laughter ringing like a melody amidst the chatter—made his chest tighten. God, he'd missed her.
As if sensing his gaze, New Jersey glanced over her shoulder. The moment she saw him, her demeanor softened, the playful spark in her eye igniting into something warmer.
"Honey~!" She called out, her voice brimming with energy. She dismissed her subordinates with a quick wave, striding over to him with purpose. As soon as she reached him, she flung her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.
"What's the occasion? You don't usually stop by unannounced like this." She said with love and warmth brimming from every word, her white heels giving her the slight edge in height that him raising his head to look at her.
He chuckled, returning her embrace without hesitation. The familiar scent of her hair, the warmth of her against him—it was everything he'd been yearning for. "Can't I just want to see my wife?"
She tilted her head back, giving him a knowing look. "Sure. God I love hearing you say that hehehe~ Don'tcha have any other reasons tho? Something tells me you didn't summon half the base's leaders for a surprise lunch date."
"You caught me" He admitted, a grin spreading across his face. "I wanted to talk to them about taking a few days off. I've already handed over control."
Her expression shifted, surprise flashing in her blue eyes. "Wait—you? Taking days off?" She pulled back slightly, her hands resting on his shoulders as she studied him like he'd just suggested surrendering the base to the Sirens. "I thought I'd have to drag you kicking and screaming away from that desk."
"Not this time" He replied, his tone serious despite the teasing glint in his eyes. "I want us to have some proper time together, away from all of this. No late-night paperwork, no fleeting conversations. Just us."
For a moment, New Jersey said nothing, her expression softening into something deeply affectionate. Then she laughed, the sound light and warm. "It's about damn time, ya know that?" She leaned in, pressing a quick, tender kiss to his lips. "You've been running yourself ragged, Commander. I was starting to think I'd have to start issuing my own orders to get you to take care of yourself."
He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You won't have to. I'm all yours for the next few days."
"Good" She said, her tone teasing, but her eyes shone with genuine happiness. "Because I already have a few ideas about how we can spend that time."
She linked her arm through his, pulling him along. "C'mon, let's get out of here before someone finds an excuse to drag you back to work. We've got some serious relaxing to do."
Moments later they were very well on their way to their home. Down the cobbled path amidst the lush forest of the base and within minutes the modern house that the two had for themselves was in view.
A single story building with a view of the beach and immediate access to it, surrounded by a forest and placed neatly in the middle of an artificial opening, one that had been created to accommodate the house.
It was simply lovely.
"It's been a while since we last got to go home with the sun still up. Right honey?" The bunny girl asked, a tired sigh escaping her lips as she made her best effort to keep him as close as possible, still fearing that something might pull him away from her.
He could only nod and with practiced precision, placed a kiss just bellow her jaw, helping a smile break onto her face as he got the keys out of his pocket. "Yeah. . ." He whispered in a low voice, placing one hand against the door as he shuffled through the plethora of keys he had.
". . .to be honest I just. . .really missed you more than anything" He honestly blurted out, sparing her a look before shuffling through the keys once more.
It didn't take much more to get the bunny girl going, sincerity, love, those two were enough. "Honey~" She lovingly cooed, one hand cupping his cheek, guiding his gaze back up to her face and the other plucking the keys away from him.
He didn't have much time to react, as two, soft, pinkish lips met his own and silenced all, speech and thought. She held him just where she wanted him with her hand, all the while easily flicking through the keys and finding the right one.
She felt his need for a bit more than just a chaste loving kiss and. . .she was very much glad to oblige.
Placing the key in the key hole left her other hand free and it soon joined it's counterpart in cupping his cheeks. His hands meanwhile had by now gravitated to her waist, holding it just as they had done hundreds of times before.
A soft, delighted giggle escaped her as she pushed things a step further, slowly introducing her tongue into the mix making him do the same.
Passion seeped off of them and slowly they started to lean into the other more and more, her fingers now lost in his hair, his hands hidden under her large coat as they caressed her sides, fingers brushing against her black bodysuit.
Soon they parted, her gloved fingers lovingly caressing his cheek. "Missed me that much?" She asked, love and lust coating her voice as she pressed her free hand against his chest, feeling up the man that she hadn't felt up in a while.
He could only nod, making the bunny girl giggle before she leaned down to his ear, her warm breath tickling his skin as she let out a heavy sigh. "I have wanted to come into your office and lock us alone in there for a while now. . .in fact I was getting close to convincing myself to do so~"
She paused to place love bites all over his ear, following each one up with a warm sucking kiss, their sounds reverberating all inside his head. "But since you went out of your way to get a proper day off. . .how about we get busy somewhere more. . . comfy?"
Her question was followed by a click from the door on his right, slowly opening up to reveal the insides of their home. With a gulp he looked back at her, his mind struggling against his needs as he dared himself to push her against the wall then and there.
A year of marriage and years of friendship and being together had been more than enough to teach her all about his subtle clues. How his eyes looked up at her when he wanted something, how he would slowly poke and touch her when He wanted cuddles and how his jaw clenched whenever he wanted to just get down and dirty.
She liked her lips and using her superior strength pushed him inside, breaking his rather lewd thoughts in an instant as an almost automatic set of movements started happening.
He was always the last one to get in, closing the door behind them and she was the first to open the lights. Both were quick to take off their coat, hanging them in their respective coat hangers right next to the door before moving on to the other articles of clothing.
Gloves, heels and her white short dress for her and white shoes, long tight pants and his own white gloves. All had come off in seconds, discarded to the side.
Then came his favorite part as New Jersey turned her back to him, hair curled up around her arm as she brought it to her front, giving him an ample view of her back and ass and most importantly the zipper to her bodysuit.
He didn't dally much, knowing that he would get more out of her if he did his job quick rather than maybe. . .smack her ass or something.
Down went his hand and soon the bodysuit had fallen to the ground, letting New Jersey stand in only her stockings, which she hadn't taken off for a multitude of reasons and her underwear, it black and lacy as per their combined choice.
She had always found it quite amusing having him pick out her underwear in some occasions and the pair she wore she had bought on his birthday and I need not digress.
"Now. . .shirt off?" She softly spoke, her bare fingers grazing the hems of his black T-Shirt that hid away one of the things she loved to fondle. His abs.
He could only nod, finding it fair she got her share of touching material and raised his hands, allowing the clothing to come off quickly and revealing the well trained body of the young commander.
She smiled widely and allowed her hands to rest on his stomach, idly tracing the lines she loved.
"Aren't ya excited~?" She teased, her eyes falling down to the tent that had been pitched minutes before they had even begun to kiss.
"Couch?" She followed up, taking his hand in her own and not really waiting for his answer. "Let's get nice and comfy~"
That meant having New Jersey lay down first, her wonderful body sprawling all over the couch, her hair lining her face up perfectly before she raised her arms to get her love into her grasp once more.
Not an inch of reservation managed to claw at his mind as he quickly joined her on the couch, his half naked body pressing up against her own as he now lay down on top of her. He knew well by know that she barely felt his weight though that was the only thing she barely felt from him.
She giggled once more as she guided his face right into the valley of her breasts, their legs now intertwined and hands clasped together as both let out sighs of relaxation. "I 've missed this~" She cooed, letting go of his hands to wrap her own around his back.
She almost purred at the warmth his body provided, a cute, enticing sound to say the least. He smiled and let his own hand wander up to her head, fingers now running against the edges of her ears that were in fact very real and sensitive.
Finally she let out a proper purr, melting his heart and almost knocking the lust out of him before she made sure that didn't happen.
Raising one leg she made sure her thigh rubbed nicely against the hard on he was sporting, her stocking adding a certain sexiness to the action as he twitched against her. "Commander, don'tcha just love being put on the defensive? In more ways than one~"
She followed that up with slow sensual rubs, her wonderous thighs slowly easing him into a very proper erection. He let out a labored sigh against her chest, letting himself enjoy the sensation a little before indulging in some teasing of his own.
He hunched up, looking down at her with lust heavy eyes before a grin appeared on his face. The bunny girl paused for a second before realization hit her and she opened her mouth in protest. "Honey don-Hahahhaha"
She broke into a fit of laughter as his fingers dug into her bare sides, making her chest jump up. Her eyes lost their focus, as she curled up to protect her tickle sensitive areas only for it to do basically nothing in stopping his attack.
She suffered for a little under his fingers, her voice getting louder and louder before she used her proper strength to grab his hands just in time. Her core was starting to get especially weak and her chest heaved up and down with her heavy pants.
"You ass" She spat out in between pants, a satisfied and annoyed smile on her face, her eyes full of all kinds of emotions. "You are the one with the great ass here Jersey"
She huffed, her head falling back against the pillow as she gulped down, still holding his hands well in their place. "You are going to pay for that honey~ You know how much I hate being tickled"
He let out a sheepish huff before rolling his eyes. "Okay miss sensitive" He teased and the bunny girl chuckled, pulling him down forcefully before stealing his lips in another kiss. One shorter than the others.
Her hands wandered down to the bulge he was sporting and with a quick pull, released it from it's hold, his underwear now discarded off to the side. His erection stood firm, pressing against her bare stomach and giving her a taste of the warmth it carried.
Not that she hadn't grown familiar to the feeling, no far from it, she was very well familiar with it.
Slowly her fingers wrapped themselves around his pulsing cock, thumb brushing against the underside of the tip just how she had learned he liked it. The response was immediate, his back shifting as his hips bucked at the feeling.
"I almost feel bad for leaving you so pent up honey~" She softly spoke, starting to slowly jerk him off before offering an almost pained smile. "I could have visited you once or twice, given you some relief. . .a handjob in the bathroom or a blowjob under your desk~"
The shipgirl started to imagine the scenarios in her head, warmth pooling up in between her legs as she bit her lips. "So many pleasurable little things we could have done~"
The sincerity in her tone had him struggling to find an appropriate response, as she went on. "We could have just locked the doors and had some proper sex. . .or I could have taken care of you before work. . . a wake up blowjob-" "New Jersey!"
Quickly she was brought back to reality, her eyes landing on his pleasure filled face as she realized she had upped the pace of her hand all the while she was talking.
Finally with her having stopped he took a proper breath. "I can't compromise the sanctity of the workplace. . ."He breathed out, though the memories of their escapades in their boyfriend-girlfriend years quickly burst through. ". . .too much more"
The bunny girl nodded and quickly sat up, his dick still in her hand. "Fine, but we are not at work right now so. . .let me take care of your proper"
It didn't take more than a simple push for his back to find itself flush against the couch, New Jersey slithering over and finding herself on her knees, her hand still going up and down in a torturous rhythm.
"Sooo. . .what do you miss most?" She eagerly questioned, using her thumb to pick up the pre-cum on his tip, before bringing it to her lips to get herself the first proper taste.
His face flared up bright red and he stammered out a response, one heavily influenced by her actions. "Your mouth" Was what he said though her breasts were a very close second.
She could only smile, offering him a few more torturous jerks before getting ready for the main event, licking her lips.
Slowly her face inched closer to his rod and as she caught his scent a primal purr escaped her lips, her powerful blue eyes filling with raw lust and want. He shuddered at the mere sight and a few lone twitches rocked his cock.
He had almost forgotten how 'passionate' she got when it came to sex, how raw and unfiltered she was. He certainly didn't mind and in fact loved her for it but the sheer sexiness that befell the bunny girl each time still had him freeze up a bit.
She could only smile, raising her fingers to his tip where she started to slowly circle it, teasing a few more reactions out of him before leaning in even closer. She let her tongue seep out of her mouth slow and with one more look, offered him a long lick up the whole underside of his cock.
He spat a curse, head shooting back as she did it again and again, her other hand gliding to the base of his cock where she started to pump slowly. "You love this don't ya?" She cooed with her tongue still gliding all over his sensitive skin, before finally stopping to let him catch a breath.
"I think it's my fault we haven't been having more sex you know~" She sang, as she started to place long, sucking kiss all over his cock, his tip however remaining untouched. "When I used to 'initiate' our most intimate moments you could never say no~"
Her eyes locked with his, a tinge of anger in them, evident by how much faster her hand started going. "All it would take was a touch or a kiss and you would drop everything for me~ Sometimes a picture too was the only thing you needed. . .a simple promise~"
Oh how many mental images he had. . .how many pictures he had received over the years all of them equally as enticing.
"But you asked me to stop so you could get work done"
The playfulness in her voice left her with the last sentence, as she sat up a bit, her head hovering over his cock as she continued to jerk him off nice and fast. Fast enough for him to twitch and moan under her but definitely not fast enough to make him cum.
"But I am done playing nice honey~ It's about time I reminded you how good life feels with me constantly in it" She stated, her head swooping down in one complete motion as she took him whole in a way only she could.
His head shot back once more, as his brain was flooded with the feeling of her wet canal soaking his cock, it's tightness and warmth two feelings he had missed. "Fuck Jersey. . ." Was the best he could form, as she started to finally bob up to start her rhythm.
The bunny girl hummed her response around his cock, sending another wave of pure pleasure down his spine as his hand shot to her head. He made an effort to stop her movements, to give himself a second to recover but she didn't really feel it, starting to finally bob up and down his cock.
Up and down she went, slowly increasing her speed as her tongue coated every inch of his cock with spit, her eyes shifting from his pelvis to his as she blew him with fervor. Each time she reached the tip she would linger for more than a second, to lap up all the pre-cum that would leak out before diving back down to almost he base of his cock, his tip hitting the back of her throat.
If not the feeling, the sounds alone would have been enough to get him more than going, as he watched as the usually cheerful and bubbly woman, lustfully ate him up with her mouth. Years of being together could never get him used to this sight, not now, not ever.
It didn't take much time for his cock to start twitching in her mouth, not that she cared, upping her pace and adding a free hand of hers to his balls, where she started to fondle them with care, churning up as much cum as possible.
"Jersey!" He shouted with lust and much to his surprise she actually stopped, letting his cock out of her mouth with a loud pop before adding her hand to his now slick shaft.
"Why did you stop?" He asked breathless and the bunny girl could only smirk, leaning down to place, long tongue filled kisses all over his tip. "Felt like it" She teased, pressing her thumb against the underside of his cock as her hand went up and down as if guiding his pre-cum to the tip.
He could only watch her through his moans, his eyes begging for her to finally let him cum. "What's wrong honey~?" She eagerly asked, faking concern all the while wearing an ear to ear smirk.
He couldn't say it, his brain well fried by now. In response she sat up, kept pumping her hand up and down but joined him on the couch sitting next to him. "You want to cum?" She asked, receiving faint nods that didn't satisfy her.
"I see. . .how many days off did you take?" She asked all of a sudden and calmed down her hand a bit to get a proper answer. "3?" He stated and she smirked. "Make them 7 and I will let you cum"
He stammered a bit before gulping down, he knew very well that he didn't have the mental power to say no to her and so he let out a sigh filled with lust before nodding. "Fine. . .can I cum now?" He asked, eyes heavy with need.
As soon as she got her answer her emotions changed, her anger or rather annoyance left her and her eyes were once again filled with only lust and love. "Of course honey~" She said in her usual tone of voice and quickly discarded her panties and bra to the side, keeping the stockings.
"I am sorry for being so mean. . .but you kinda forced my hand~" She cooed lovingly, leaning down to steal his lips once more as her hand started to slow down all the more before it finally stopped mid kiss.
"Here, let me make your orgasm worth it" She said, shifting to above his lap and lining herself up with his cock. Her fingers wandered down to her abdomen and soon to her lower lips, easing them open a tiny bit. "See, I longed for you too"
Slowly she eased herself down, his already sensitive cock slowly enveloped by her warm tight insides. His moans were silenced by another kiss, one hand of hers on his cheek while the other held his head in place.
At first his hands fell to her waist, though were quick to fall down further to her ass, where he would touch, grab and grope all he wanted, her lovely moans egging him on.
Their tongues met in the middle, all the while his cock was getting eaten up by her, the pressure and warmth that surrounded his rod leaving him twitching wildly inside her. She took it slow, letting him feel all the bumps and all the juices she had before his cock was finally fully inside her his tip kissing the entrance of her womb.
He was perfectly seethed inside her, his senses brought to their knees by her quivering insides and her fervent tongue that pleasured his own in ways unimaginable. All until she finally broke away to take in the pleasure stricken face of her husband.
Her face was lined up with her hair, small beads of sweat on her forehead as she towered over him, her breasts heaving with each breath.
"Want to cum? You can cum, you can fill me up all you want. And then we will have another round where you can do so again~" She stated eagerly with lust lining her words, as she started to slowly move on top of him, raising herself up a tiny bit before going back down.
His vision was filled with her, blue keeping everything else from view as he got drunk on her form.
"Cum honey~ Fill me up~" She whispered, pressing more and more kisses all over his face, jaw and neck, peppering him with love as her insides responded in kind, low guttural moans escaping her lips.
He couldn't take it anymore and with her motions starting to become faster and faster he felt his orgasm finally coming to him. He didn't get the chance to announce it, New Jersey catching on and silencing him with one more kiss, pressing her body flush against his as she dropped her waist down one last time.
Bursts, of warm cum shot up inside her, his cock twitching wildly as she continued to keep his mouth occupied, whispering sweet nothings in between kisses to draw out more and more of his cum. Low moans rumbled in their lip lock, most of them his and some hers as she felt her insides slowly being filled up by his love.
She would start to twist her hips, adding to his pleasure and feeling his cock scrape up her insides and scratch itches she had had for a while now. This slow dance of pleasure continued for some time until finally they parted, his cock still resting inside her.
"Did you like that honey~? Did it feel good~?" She lovingly asked, her hands still cupping cheeks as he settled down from his long awaited orgasm. It took a few seconds for his eyes to refocus and while they were, she kept kissing and biting him all over, leaving marks that would most probably not go away for a few day.
Her doting love and attention eased him back into the world and much to her surprise, had him eager for more as he took some initiative and cupped her cheek, before leaning up for another kiss, one that he slowly took charge off.
She didn't mind, melting into his arms as their tongues collided time and time again, the room being filled with the sounds of their love before she was all of a sudden pushed down onto the couch.
A light yelp escaped her lips but she was quickly silenced by her husband, he now towering over her and blocking all the light the room. One hand he used to keep himself up, the other gliding over her sweaty flesh before landing on her breasts.
She shuddered at his touch but leaned up to encourage it and once they parted, eased back a bit to allow him to use both hands to touch her. "My nips please~" She cooed, seeing nothing wrong in stating her needs clearly to the man she loved the most.
He would nod, doing as told and placing both hands on her breasts before trapping her nipples in between his fingers, thumb and index to precise. There he would start to twist and pinch, all the while slowly easing himself in and out of her, his cock once again properly hard.
"Oh honey yes!~" She voiced her pleasure, shifting under him to maximize it and letting her lovely moans seep out freely. "Oh I've missed this so much~" She moaned, licking her lips before wrapping her legs around his waist, bringing him even closer to her.
Slowly he would get more rough with her, his fingers teasing her sensitive nobs even more as his movements became actual thrusts, that scraped her insides in all the ways she wanted them too.
As he continued to thrust into her, his fingers expertly teasing her nipples, New Jersey's eyes grew heavy with pleasure. She arched her back, her body bucking against his in a desperate bid for more. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the walls of their cozy home as she reached the peak of her pleasure.
"Honey, more" She pleaded, her voice trembling with desire. "I need more."
He obliged, his fingers tightening around her nipples as he sank deeper into her. His movements became more urgent, more passionate, as he wanted to see her come undone beneath, see her eyes flood with pleasure.
New Jersey's body shuddered beneath his, her moans turning into incoherent gasps as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. She squeezed her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as she arched her back and let out a savage cry.
"Oh, honey, yes!" She screamed, her body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
He didn't stop his thrusts, instead grinding into her as if trying to draw out the last wisps of pleasure from her convulsing body. His hands moved with a newfound ferocity, teasing her nipples with a precision that left her toes curled and her nails digging into his back.
New Jersey's eyes fluttered closed, her body pinned beneath his as he rode her through the tail end of her orgasm. She was a trembling, squirmy mess beneath him, her moans softening to whimpers as she begged for mercy with her body language. "Honey~ please I beg please~"
But he didn't hear the subtext. All he saw was the desperation written across her features, the way her body clenched and released around him with a wild, abandoned emotion. He plunged into her with renewed vigor, hungry for the raw, primal connection that had them clutching at each other like two animals in rut.
Somehow, he managed to get her onto all fours, slinging her legs over the side of the couch as he held her waist with one trembling hand. "Come on, let's get you full!" He growled into the crook of her neck, his voice weaving with her sobs of pleasure.
He pinched her hips, holding her steady as he sank deeper into her. New Jersey's body shuddered beneath him, her moans escalating into cries of pleasure as he rode her with a ferocity that left her breathless.
"Oh, god. . .oh, god. . ." She panted, her eyes rolling back in her head as he scraped against her inner walls.
He grunted, his body locked in a primal position as he claimed her with each thrust. "I'm gonna fill you up. . ." He whispered, his voice dripping with possessiveness.
New Jersey's legs trembled, her body buckling beneath his as she teetered on the edge of another orgasm. She squeezed her eyes shut, her face twisted in a mask of pleasure as he plunged into her with renewed force.
"I'm so close. . .honey, I'm so close. . ." She begged, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.
He growled, his body tensing as he reached the same precipice. "Me too I am cumming!"
Together, they convulsed, their bodies locked in a fierce, primal connection as they rode the wave of their mutual orgasm. New Jersey's body was lost in it all, lost in the force of his love
"Honey. . .my love. . ." She moaned, her voice barely above a whisper as she shuddered apart beneath him, mustering up the little strength she had to turn around and face him, her eyes still shut.
As they caught their breath, New Jersey opened her eyes to find her husband staring back at her, his face twisted in a mask of raw pleasure. "I love you" She whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.
He didn't verbally answer, sinking down and pressing against her sweaty body for a love filled kiss, one that they kept going for as long as their lungs allowed them to. Statements of love were made time and time again and soon they both parted, panting and sweaty.
“I think we could both use a little cleaning up” She teased, her voice a mix of affection and lingering mischief. She tilts her head, her long blue hair brushing his arm. “But why do that separately when we could. . .you know, keep the fun going?”
The Commander raised a brow, caught off-guard but unable to hide the grin spreading across his face. “You mean in the bathroom?”
“Mmhmm,” She hums, leaning closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “The tub’s big enough, and I don’t see any reason to stop now."
The best he could manage was a roll of his eyes before nodding, their lust filled days off clearly having just started.
Chapter 6: Bismarck's Holliday Surprise
Summary:
Bismarck decides she wants to make this holiday interesting and asks Eugen for help. It backfires?
Notes:
Is this too short? Or am I delusional? I would really like an opinion here. . .
Chapter Text
"It's the holidays~" The Commander all but shouted as he finally finished the remaining paperwork that had been set on his desk.
He was done, ready to set off, leave his office for the following few days and enjoy his time with his lovely wife.
He didn't waste any time, knowing full well that she was already waiting for him at home, excited to spend their days off doing whatever the hell they wanted.
Getting up, he made sure everything was in order for when he returned in a few days, locked up all the drawers, the windows and the doors, closed the curtains, fixed the couch up a bit and swiftly walked out of the main door to lock it as well.
There was a certain eagerness in his step and it was to be expected. Never was he one to hide how much he loved her, never did he not kiss her while on duty and most importantly, never did he not find time for her.
As he rounded a corner, a familiar voice called out. "Someone's excited~" Prinz Eugen teased, her tone carrying its usual playful lilt. She leaned casually against the wall, a sly smile playing on her lips.
He paused mid-stride, offering her a quick wink and a grin. "You bet I am" He replied, not breaking his pace for long. The Commander wasn't about to let anything—or anyone—delay him. "Gotta go, Prinz! Don't get into too much trouble while I'm away!"
Her soft laugh followed him as he dashed down the corridor and out into the crisp evening air.
It took only minutes for him to basically run home, the sound of his keys rattling in his hands following him all the way as he searched for the right one. He found it just as he reached the door and with one swift motion opened it wide.
As soon as he did he heard a yelp and his eyes soon landed on his wife, her cheeks dusted red as she sat in the middle of the room.
She was perched delicately atop a crinkled sheet of wrapping paper, her long legs folded beneath her. Her hands were tied together with an elaborate red ribbon that looped around her wrists before weaving around her torso, accentuating the curves of her form.
The ribbon trailed down to her waist, where it was knotted neatly like the perfect bow on a present. On her shoulders was a very festive blanket, one that struggled to hide her skimpy white outfit, that struggled against her bountiful form.
Her body shifted lightly, the stockings threatening to tear, clearly a number too small for her.
Bismarck avoided his gaze at first, her lips pressing into a pout as she struggled to maintain her dignity in the absurd predicament. She peeked up at him after a moment, her icy blue eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and exasperation. "W-welcome home" She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
The Commander, utterly stunned for a moment, quickly broke into a grin. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him as he set his keys on the nearby table. "Well, this is certainly. . . unexpected"
He said, his tone laced with amusement before beginning to take off a few articles of clothing, his cap, his coat, his white buttoned up shirt and his gloves, leaving him in just his black T-Shirt, white pants and socks.
He crouched down to meet her at eye level, unable to hide the chuckle bubbling up in his chest. "Is this some new kind of holiday tradition I wasn't told about?"
Bismarck groaned softly, her blush deepening as she shook her head. "I-it's not what it looks like" She stammered, trying to shift in place but finding her movements restricted by the ribbon. "I just. . . I asked Prinz Eugen to help me wrap your present, and this—" She gestured at herself with a flustered jerk of her head, "—is what she came up with."
The Commander leaned closer, his grin softening into a warm smile as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. "I see" He said, his voice filled with affection. "And did you plan to be my present this year, or is this Prinz's idea of a joke?"
Bismarck huffed, the sound halfway between indignation and resignation. "It was supposed to be your gift" She admitted, glancing away. "But I didn't expect her to—ugh, tie me up like this and leave me sitting here like. . . like this."
The Commander laughed, the sound light and full of joy. "I have to admit" He said, reaching out to carefully untangle the ribbon from her hands, "This might be the best gift I've ever received. Though I think we'll have a little chat with Prinz later about her sense of humor."
The Commander paused, his hands hovering over the ribbon as a mischievous smirk spread across his face. "You know" He began, leaning back slightly to take in the sight of her once more, "I'm not so sure I should untie you just yet. You look. . . surprisingly comfortable like this."
Bismarck's blush deepened, and she squirmed slightly, the sound of the crinkling wrapping paper beneath her only adding to her flustered state. "T-this isn't funny" She muttered, her icy blue eyes flickering between indignation and embarrassment. "Just untie me already!"
He tilted his head, feigning thoughtfulness. "Hmm" He mused aloud, ignoring her protests. "You said this was supposed to be my gift, right? So. . . does that mean you planned to give yourself to me? Like this?" His voice softened, teasing but still warm, as his gaze held hers.
Bismarck bit her lip, glancing away in a vain attempt to avoid his knowing look. "T-that's not—!" She started but faltered, her voice trailing off. After a moment, she sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as she finally admitted, "Yes, that was the idea. But not... not like this."
The Commander chuckled, leaning closer until their faces were only inches apart. "Oh? So, you did plan to be my present tonight" He teased, his tone dropping to a low murmur. "Maybe Prinz wasn't entirely off the mark, then. Though I have to say, I didn't expect my wife—the ever-dignified Bismarck—to get herself tied up like this. You're full of surprises."
She let out a soft, frustrated groan, turning her head to hide her burning cheeks.
His teasing tone returned a moment later, his grin taking on a playful edge. "Though I'll admit, seeing you like this is definitely a bonus. And you don't seem to mind it all that much either." His gaze flicked meaningfully to her wrists still bound with the ribbon, then back to her face.
Bismarck's lips parted in a soft gasp, and her blush deepened impossibly further. "I-I...!" She stammered, searching for a retort but finding none. Finally, she sighed, her voice barely above a whisper as she confessed "Maybe I don't. Not. . . entirely."
The Commander's grin softened into something more intimate, and he leaned forward to brush his lips against hers in a slow, tender kiss. When he pulled back, his voice was a warm murmur against her cheek. "Well, in that case" He said, "maybe I'll take my time unwrapping my present."
Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't protest, her hands still bound as she let herself relax into the moment.
He placed a hand against her chest, slightly pushing her a bit until she was laying down against the wrapping paper, her cheeks a beautiful red that matched the ornaments of their Christmas tree.
Her soft whimpers of pure embarrassment made him chuckle as he slowly got on top of her, both his hands on the side of her head. "You are adorable you know that?" He teased, making her squirm beneath him as she faced away.
"Halt die Klappe!" She shouted, still very well unable to face her husband.
He smiled, leaning down to place a kiss on her neck before letting his teeth graze her sensitive skin.
Bismarck's breath hitched, her hands trembling slightly against his chest, though she made no real effort to push him away. Instead, her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, clinging to him as though grounding herself against the overwhelming sensations.
"You're sensitive here" He murmured against her skin, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine. His lips pressed against the spot where her neck met her shoulder, lingering as he placed another gentle nip, earning a soft gasp from her.
"Y-you're insufferable" She managed to whisper, her voice shaky but laced with affection.
The Commander pulled back slightly, just enough to meet her gaze, his own eyes twinkling with a mix of playfulness and adoration. "Insufferable? You wound me" He teased, his lips quirking into a smirk. "But I think we both know you don't mind as much as you're pretending to."
She opened her mouth to retort but found herself silenced as his hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing softly against her flushed skin. The tenderness in his touch made her heart flutter, and she couldn't bring herself to look away, even as her cheeks burned brighter.
"See?" He said softly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "You're not as good at hiding your feelings as you think."
Bismarck let out a soft sigh, closing her eyes briefly as she leaned into his hand. When she opened them again, there was a flicker of determination in her icy blue gaze. "You're impossible" She said, her voice steadier now, though her blush remained.
"And you love me for it" He said, leaning down to capture her lips in a more passionate kiss, the shipgirl tugging at his shirt as she tried to force herself closer and closer to her man, slowly accepting the situation more and more.
Their kiss became more fervent by the second, the Ironblood leader taking the first step as, in a break to catch their breath opened her mouth a tiny bit. He took the que, diving back in as she allowed his tongue to invade her mouth, her own starting to coil around it as she did her best to keep him glued to her.
Their bodies shifted against each other, the white cloth around her chest shuffling off of her and allowing her bare chest to rub against his clothed one. Low, desperate moans left her lips as she felt her nipples rub against the cloth, his knee slowly pressing up against the white underwear that had begun to grow transparent due to the lust pooling in her legs.
Once they broke their kiss, the Commander could only look down at his flustered woman, her body tense and needy as her eyes begged him with every once of life they had. He could have very well let her go then and there but. . .she deserved a little more pleasure that what simple sex could give her.
"Do you have another ribbon I could use?" He asked, his warm breath hitting her ear and sending shivers down her spine. She nodded, her gaze landing on the red tape before he reached for it with his arm. "Good girl~" He whispered, making the woman bellow gasp before she was silenced with another passionate kiss.
She couldn't help herself, slowly submitting to his lips as low moans once again filled the room. He felt her rub up against him and leant down a bit more to give her all the friction she so desperately needed.
Their kiss once again broke, a bridge of saliva connecting their lips, one he let fall on her heaving chest. Her skin glistened under the light, lone droplets of sweat coating her valley and sides and droplets of spit falling down her jaw and following the lines of her neck. "God you so beautiful" He breathed out, adoration and love filling every word.
She shuddered under him, her heart jumping with sheer joy at his words. For a second she broke the script, using her superior strength to raise her body and press her lips against his, her tied hands going over his head and around him as she held him close.
Neither went to dominate the kiss, more focused on pleasing their loved one than anything else. With his hands pressed against her body he started to touch and feel, letting his hands wander around from her lovely core to her breasts.
He got her pair in his hands, lifting them up slightly and taking the weight off her back before softly digging his fingers in her flesh, making the pillowy fat conform to his wishes. She let out free moans in their lip-lock, leaning forward to enjoy his touches even more.
Finally they once again parted, panting the both of them as Bismarck let herself fall back down to her back, clearly pleased with how this was going. Despite her insistent embarrassment she giggled bellow him. "More"
He could only nod, shifting his hands in ways only he could and grazing her pink nobs that were by now hard and ready. She gasped at the pleasure that surged through her, but arched her back to enjoy it all the more.
Suddenly he stopped, her eyes going wide only to relax as she saw the ribbon he had asked for in his hands. She let out a shaky sigh, letting him pull her hands over her head as she laid down, tying them up against the leg of the couch as her body was now stretched ever so slightly.
Her breasts bounced at his actions, legs one over another as her blue eyes showed him how much she already longed for his touch. He would comply, adding his hands back to her breasts and letting his fingers finally join the mix.
Thumb and middle fingers slowly circled her areola, while his index played with her nipples, flicking them and rubbing them, pushing them down and with the help of the middle pinching them. Meanwhile he kept his knee against her wet panties, letting her buck her hips against him all she wanted.
As he continued to tease her, Bismarck's moans grew louder and more desperate, her body writhing under his touch. Her breasts bounced with each gentle flick of his fingers, her nipples hardening further as he pinched and rubbed them.
The Commander's eyes never left hers, his gaze burning with intensity as he watched her reaction to his touch. He was lost in the pleasure of teasing her, his own desire growing with each passing moment.
Bismarck's gasps turned to pleading whimpers, her eyes locking onto his as she begged him to touch her properly. Her tied hands tugged against the couch leg, her body straining against the restraints as she sought to free herself and grab him.
"Please. . ." She whispered, her voice husky with need. "Touch me, Commander. . . I need you. . ."
Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he leaned in closer, his hot breath washing over her skin as he whispered back "Not yet"
Bismarck's face contorted in frustration, her body arching further as she tried to entice him to give her what she craved. Her nipples were now rock-hard, her areolae puckered and sensitive to his touch. Her panties were soaked, her juices dripping down her thighs as she begged for release.
The Commander's fingers continued to dance around her breasts, his touch light and teasing. He added his tongue to the mix, tracing the curves of her breasts and lapping at her nipples. Bismarck's moans turned to screams, her body trembling with pleasure as she hovered on the edge of orgasm.
Suddenly, he stopped, his hands ceasing their movement as he gazed down at her. Bismarck's eyes flew open, her chest heaving with desire as she begged him once more.
"Please. . . Commander. . . I need it. . . I need you. . ."
Her lovely voice echoed in his head as he leant down to place long, nerve racking licks against her skin, licking up her sweat and making her brain scramble as she tried to decipher the feeling of being worshipped like this.
He didn't leave a spot untouched, her armpits, her navel, her neck and once again her breasts were now shining with his spit, as she begged him for anything, even the lightest of touches.
"What do you want Bismarck?" He asked and she could only glare at him, sure she had voiced her needs time and time again as she suffered against his touches. "Commander. . ." Her shaky voice came once more but he could only shake his head.
As she lay there, tied up and helpless, Bismarck struggled against her binds, her body bucking and twisting as she tried to free herself. But it was no use - the ribbon held tight, refusing to yield to her struggles.
She groaned in frustration, her nipples throbbing with pleasure as the Commander's eyes roved over her body. A part of her loved the feeling of being helpless, of being at the mercy of her lover's desires. But another part of her hated it, resented the fact that she was trapped and unable to touch herself.
She tugged and pulled, her muscles straining as she tried to break free. But the ribbon held firm, binding her wrists in place. Bismarck panted, her breath coming in short gasps as she realized she was at the Commander's mercy.
"Tell me. Properly" The Ironblood woman sighed, her pride completely shattered as her need for his touch killed any other thought she could maybe conjure. She laid back against the wrapping, her chest heaving, her blue eyes wrought of any resistance.
"Please make me cum Commander" She said, a hue of red coating her cheeks before she let out a shaky breath. "Please use your fingers to make me cum. Ich bitte dich, mein Liebe"
He smiled, leaning down to place a slow, loving kiss against her lips, before letting a hand of his glide softly down her body. The path his finger torched into her nerves made her shiver in anticipation, her legs eagerly spreading to make room for his arm.
He gave her a look and she breathed out in frustration, making it clear that she didn't really care about the panties she wore, allowing him to tear the flimsy cloth off of her.
She was wet, long lines of her juices flowing down her legs, a pool of lust having already formed beneath her lower lips. He didn't hesitate much, slowly guiding his fingers against her lips and spreading them open as she let out a heavy curse.
For a second he offered her a glance, only to find that the woman had shot her head back from the pleasure. Maybe he had pushed her a bit too much.
He started with a lone finger, her insides coiling around it instantly as if showing him how needy she was. Her walls were burning hot, slick with her love juices and clamping down harder than ever before, the fact that she was tied up clearly
As he started to move his finger inside her, Bismarck's body arched off the couch, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her insides coiled around his finger, pulling him in deeper as she begged for more.
Without hesitation, he added two more fingers, slowly teasing her entrance before sliding them deep inside. Bismarck's body shuddered, her walls clamping down around his fingers as she shrieked in pleasure. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect as he began to play with them once more.
His thumb circled her clit, applying gentle pressure as he fingered her. Bismarck's body began to tremble, her legs spreading wider as she begged for release. Her moans grew louder, a mix of German and English as she voiced her pleasure.
"Ach, Gott. . . yes. . . Commander. . . bitte. . . mehr. . !"
Her body began to convulse already weak from being teased, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. She screamed out in release, her voice echoing through the room as she rode out the pleasure. The Commander's fingers never stopped moving, drawing out her orgasm as he whispered words of encouragement in her ear.
Her eyes watered from the pleasure as she struggled against her binds, aching to touch herself in any way as he drew out her orgasm.
Finally, she relaxed, her body limp and sated. The Commander gently withdrew his fingers, his gaze never leaving hers as he smiled in satisfaction. He had made her cum, probably harder than ever before but it was clear that she was far from done.
"Was ich für dich tun kann, meine Liebe?" He whispered, his voice husky with desire.
Bismarck's eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile spreading across her face. "Make it up to me" She whispered, her voice barely audible. Her eyes met his before she wiggled from bellow him, pulling a leg back to rub it against the growing bulge in his pants.
The Commander's eyebrow raised in question. "Make it up to you. . . how?"
Bismarck's cheeks flushed, but she met his gaze with a bold stare. "With your mouth" She whispered, her voice dripping with desire.
The Commander's eyes darkened, his face descending towards hers. "You want me to eat you out then?" He asked, her thigh rubbing against his erection and a moan escaping her lips as he brought his palm against her thigh.
Bismarck nodded, her face burning with embarrassment. "Ja. . . bitte. . ."
He didn't think about it for long, relinquishing the little pleasure he had for her own, the surge he got from seeing his wife, gasp and moan from the pleasure as she struggled against her binds, pleasurful enough.
As the Commander began to kiss his way down her body, Bismarck's eyes fluttered closed in anticipation. She felt him move between her legs, his hot breath washing over her skin as he settled in to devour her.
Just as he was about to start, he paused, his gaze meeting hers once more. "Do you want to be untied, Bismarck?"
Bismarck's face flushed, her eyes darting down in embarrassment. "N-nein" She stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Bismarck's eyes widened in surprise at her own words, her mind racing with the implications of what she had just said. Why did she want to remain tied up? Was it because she enjoyed the feeling of being helpless, or was it because she trusted the Commander to take care of her?
Before she could dwell on it further, the Commander's hot breath washed over her, and his tongue darted out to tease her sensitive flesh. Bismarck's body jolted, her eyes flying open as she gasped in pleasure.
He took his time, toying with her, teasing her, and driving her wild with desire. He knew exactly how to touch her, knew exactly where to lick and nibble to make her quiver with need. Bismarck's body trembled, her legs spreading wider as she begged him to take her to the edge. She could feel her juices flowing, her pussy throbbing with anticipation as the Commander's tongue danced across her skin.
As the minutes ticked by, Bismarck's senses grew more acute, her body responding to every touch, every lick, every nibble. She felt like she was melting, her skin dissolving into a pool of pleasure as the Commander's tongue probed deeper. Her nipples ached, her breasts heavy with desire as she moaned and whimpered, begging for more but unable to help herself in any way.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the Commander added a finger to the mix, slowly sliding it into her wet pussy. Bismarck's eyes rolled back, her head falling back against the couch as she let out a deep, throaty moan. The finger moved slowly, tantalizingly, building up a rhythm that had her panting and begging for more.
The Commander's tongue continued to dance across her skin, lapping up her juices as he fingered her. Bismarck's body began to convulse, her muscles tensing and releasing as she rode the waves of pleasure. She was so close, so close to coming, and yet, she didn't want it to end. The sensation was too good, too intense, too all-consuming.
"Bitte, bitte, bitte," She whispered, her voice hoarse with desire, her body trembling with need. Bismarck's body exploded, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave as she screamed out in release.
The Commander's fingers continued to move, drawing out her pleasure, milking her orgasm for all it was worth. Bismarck's body shuddered, her legs trembling as she came down from her high. She was spent, exhausted, and yet, she knew she wanted more.
She wanted to feel the Commander's cock inside her, wanted to feel him cum deep inside her. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she was ready to beg for it if need be.
Disregarding it all she forced herself to turn around, laying on her tummy at first before raising her ass and wiggling it at him. "Bitte Commander. Fuck me. Fill me up. Make me moan out your name as you fuck me into oblivion"
She begged, with lust and love filling her eyes, shattering all other thought in his brain as he quickly took of his pants and underwear, his erection now hanging out.
She licked her lips, wiggling her ass a bit more as she leant her face down, her pleading eyes egging him on. "Fuck me mein Liebe. Give this slutty little shipgirl the cock she wants. After all, she is your present for you to use freely"
He could only chuckle, lining himself up against her ready insides, the warmth of her body palpable.
His tip eased her lower lips open, making the both of them moan out in pleasure. Slowly he spread her open, his cock pressing against all those spots inside her that ached the most.
As the Commander's cock slid deeper into her, Bismarck's eyes fluttered closed, her face contorting in ecstasy. "Ach, Gott. . .ja. . .mein Liebe" She whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure.
The Commander's hands grasped her hips, holding her in place as he began to move, his cock gliding in and out of her with slow, deliberate strokes. Bismarck's body responded eagerly, her pussy clenching around him as she moaned and whimpered, begging for more.
"Harder, bitte. . .more" She pleaded, her ass wiggling back against him, urging him to give her everything he had.
The Commander chuckled, his breath hot against her ear. "You're a greedy little thing, aren't you, Bismarck?" He whispered, his voice husky with desire.
Bismarck's only response was a moan of pleasure, her body shuddering as the Commander's cock hit all the right spots. She felt like she was melting, her skin dissolving into a pool of pleasure as he fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Faster. . .harder. . .please" She begged, her voice growing louder, more insistent.
The Commander obliged, his cock pounding into her with increased intensity, his hands gripping her hips tight. Bismarck's body responded, her pussy clenching around him, her juices flowing as she cried out in pleasure.
"Ach. . .ja. . .mein Liebe. . .fuck me" She chanted, her voice hoarse with desire, her body shuddering with each thrust.
The Commander's face contorted in ecstasy, his eyes fixed on Bismarck's writhing body as he pumped into her. He could feel his cum building up, his balls tightening as he prepared to release his load.
"I'm... I'm going to cum!" She gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure.
The Commander's response was a grunt of excitement, his hips pumping faster as he chased his own orgasm. Bismarck's body shuddered, her pussy clenching around him as she felt her own cum building up.
Together, they reached the pinnacle of pleasure, their bodies exploding in a mutual orgasm. The Commander's cock pumped cum deep into Bismarck's pussy, filling her up with his warm, sticky liquid. Bismarck's body shuddered, her muscles releasing as she let out a scream of pleasure.
For a moment, they lay there, their bodies entwined, their breathing heavy as they rode out the aftershocks of their orgasm. Then, the Commander slowly pulled out of her, his cock still semi-erect as he gazed down at Bismarck's flushed face.
With a tender smile, he reached down and began to untie the ribbons that bound her wrists. Bismarck's eyes fluttered open, her face soft and sated as she gazed up at him.
"Danke" She whispered, her voice barely audible.
The Commander's response was a soft kiss on her lips, his tongue gently probing her mouth as he savored the taste of her. Then, he pulled back, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled at her.
"You're welcome, meine Liebe" He whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Now, let's get you cleaned up and back to bed."
Bismarck's face flushed, but she couldn't help but smile as the Commander carefully lifted her off the couch and carried her to the bathroom. She knew she was in good hands, and that she would always be taken care of by the man she loved.
But she had to care of him a bit first.
Minutes Later
"Bismarck" Her name left his lips as a moan, his back pressed against the tub as he laid down in the warm water that they had prepped seconds ago.
Bismarck laid down in front of him, his erect cock snuggly fit in her breasts as she used a lone finger to tease his tip, her blue eyes passionately looking into his own.
Unlike her, he wasn't tied to anything but it sure felt like it, the shipgirl using all of her supernatural strength to keep him under her. "Yes Commander?" She cooed, leaning down to place a long, loving kiss against his tip before raising her head to smile back at him.
"I thought we were going to go to bed. . " He gasped as she begun to move her breasts up and down, easing him into a full blow erection, her free hand gently massaging his balls is slow rhythmic motions.
"Well we were but. . .you were hard and I decided it was best I took care of it before we went to bed" She said with a grin, easing a bundle of hair behind her ear before adding her hand back to his cock, a lone finger of hers circling the tip.
"I... I think you're taking very good care of it, Bismarck" He gasped, his voice hoarse with desire.
Bismarck's smile grew wider as she gazed up at him, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. She began to move her breasts faster, her nipples brushing against his cock as she worked him into a frenzy.
The Commander's hips began to buck, his cock throbbing with need as Bismarck's hands and breasts worked their magic. He felt like he was going to explode, his cum building up in his balls as she teased him mercilessly.
Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, Bismarck's mouth closed around his tip, her tongue circling him in slow, languid strokes. The Commander let out a loud groan, his body shuddering as she began to suck him off.
Bismarck's mouth was like heaven, her soft lips and gentle suction drawing him in deeper and deeper. The Commander's eyes closed, his body relaxing as she took control, her hands and mouth working together in perfect harmony.
As she sucked him off, Bismarck's breasts continued to tease him, her nipples brushing against his cock as she moved her head back and forth. The Commander's body began to tremble, his cum building up in his balls as he felt himself getting closer and closer to orgasm.
"Bismarck. . . oh God. . ." He moaned, his voice hoarse with desire.
Bismarck's response was to suck him harder, her mouth closing around him like a vice as she drew him deeper into her throat. The Commander's body began to shudder, his cum exploding out of him as he came hard, his cock throbbing with pleasure.
As he came, Bismarck's hands and breasts continued to tease him, her mouth milking him for every last drop of cum. The Commander's body slumped back against the tub, his eyes closed as he let out a sigh of satisfaction.
"Danke, Bismarck," He whispered, his voice barely audible.
Bismarck's response was a gentle smile, her blue eyes sparkling with pleasure as she gazed up at him. "Anytime, Commander" She whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Chapter 7: Retreating To Musashi
Summary:
The Commander is tired and decides his best bet for relaxation and an easier night is Musashi. Despite being embarrassed about it he visits her late at night and is given something a lot more precious that just A night of relaxation.
Notes:
I guess this is my gift to you for Christmas! A Musashi chapter, oh how could anything be a better gift? I wish to all of the best and may you have a safe and warm Christmas, enjoy your gifts and your loved ones, love yourself and smile!
Chapter Text
"It's pouring" Τhe Commander murmured absently, his gaze fixed on the sheets of rain that hammered down around Azur Lane, obscuring the horizon in a shroud of stormy gray.
"That it is" Belfast replied with her usual poise, stepping forward to offer him another stack of papers. When he didn't immediately take them, she paused, tilting her head slightly. "I would not worry too much, Commander. This weather is hardly forgiving, but it is the sole reason for their delay. I am certain they will return before long."
Her voice was gentle yet firm, meant to soothe but also to redirect his wandering mind. He nodded slowly, though his gaze didn't waver from the dark expanse beyond the window.
"I just. . . it's already getting late" Ηe murmured, his tone carrying a faint edge of worry.
Belfast raised an elegant brow, studying him closely. It wasn't like him to let his thoughts wander so freely in her presence, but the way his fingers drummed on the desk and his eyes darted as if seeking something within the storm told her everything she needed to know. He was troubled—and perhaps, in a way he wouldn't yet admit, hopeful.
The faintest hint of a smile curved Belfast's lips. She placed the stack of papers down on the desk, silently acknowledging they would be left untouched for the moment. She moved closer, her heels clicking softly against the floor until she was beside him. With a quiet grace, she reached out and rested a hand lightly on his shoulder.
"They will be back soon, Commander" She said, her voice a touch softer now. "Musashi is not one to let a storm—of any kind—keep her from those she cares about."
His breath caught, and he turned to look at her, eyes widening slightly. The faintest tinge of red crept into his cheeks, and he looked away quickly, coughing into his hand to cover his embarrassment.
"I wasn't... I mean, I'm just worried about everyone's safety" He stammered, though the heat on his face betrayed the truth. "Musashi, she's... capable. I know she'll be fine."
"Indeed" Belfast replied, her tone betraying just enough amusement to show she'd caught him out. "She is most capable, but even the strongest among us appreciate concern, Commander. Your care is nothing to be ashamed of."
He groaned softly, running a hand through his hair. "I'm hopeful she'll be back soon" He admitted, quieter now, his voice almost lost beneath the rumble of thunder in the distance.
Belfast gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before stepping back, reclaiming her professional demeanor. "And when she does, I trust you will find the energy to express that hope properly. Until then..." She motioned delicately toward the papers on his desk. "Perhaps some distraction might serve you well?"
He huffed a small laugh, shaking his head. "Right. Back to the grind."
Some Time Later
Musashi and the rest had come back from their daily mission but much to his dismay work hadn't yet allowed him to go and see her.
He was still working away at his stack of paperwork, Belfast having been dismissed some time ago as the later hours of the day started to settle in. By now he was exhausted both mentally and physically, his eyes wanting to close shut with each blink.
His usual proficiency with this kind of work was gone, replaced by slow ragged movements, fueled by boredom and tiredness that weighed down his usually proud shoulders.
The Commander sighed heavily, his fingers gripping the pen like a lifeline as his eyes drifted to the still-towering stack of papers. The neat rows of text blurred, his focus slipping with each passing second.
His head felt heavy, and the steady thrum of rain outside was no longer a comforting white noise but a monotonous drone that only deepened his exhaustion.
He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples as he glanced at the clock. The hands seemed to mock him, reminding him of how long he had been sitting here, fighting a losing battle with his workload. His gaze shifted back to the pile, and he realized with a mixture of guilt and relief that finishing everything tonight simply wasn’t going to happen.
"Enough is enough" He muttered under his breath. His voice sounded hollow in the quiet office.
Setting the pen down, he began to gather his papers into a more orderly pile, ensuring they’d be ready for him to tackle tomorrow. He knew he’d work faster and more efficiently once he’d had some proper rest. There was no point in running himself into the ground.
After locking the documents away in a drawer, he rose from his chair, grabbing his jacket as he extinguished the lamps. His office fell into shadow, illuminated only by the occasional flash of lightning from the storm outside. As he locked the door behind him, his steps echoed down the empty hallway, the sound a sharp contrast to the muffled patter of rain against the windows.
Though his dorm was just a few turns away, his feet didn’t carry him in that direction. Instead, he found himself moving down another hallway, past the common areas and toward the Sakura Empire dormitories.
When he arrived at Musashi’s door, he hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering just shy of knocking. What was he even going to say? Was he being selfish, seeking her out so late after she’d had a long day herself?
His hand lingered in the air, uncertain and trembling ever so slightly as he debated whether to follow through. It wasn’t like him to be so indecisive, but the lateness of the hour, combined with a few other things made this harder than it ever should be.
What if she’s asleep? What if I’m bothering her? He grimaced, dropping his hand slightly. But then he thought of her—the way she could soothe the tension in a room with a single smile, the way her golden eyes seemed to pierce through him, understanding things he couldn’t say aloud. The memory of her gentle laughter, deep and melodic, coaxed him to act.
Before he could second-guess himself further, his knuckles tapped lightly against the wood. The sound was almost swallowed by the rain, but it carried enough weight to make his heart pound as if he’d shouted instead.
Seconds passed, dragging into what felt like an eternity, and just as he was about to curse himself for intruding, the door cracked open.
Musashi stood there, bathed in the warm light from within her room. Her long, silken hair flowed like ink, her kimono slightly loosened as if she’d just been preparing to retire for the night. Her golden eyes lit up as they landed on him, her lips curving into a soft, welcoming smile.
"Commander" She greeted, her voice carrying the faintest lilt of amusement. "How unexpected… and yet, I am pleased to see you."
He hesitated, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the words. Before he could speak, her smile widened into a playful grin.
"Could it be" She teased, leaning slightly against the doorframe "That you missed me so much, you simply couldn’t wait until morning?" The fox girl asked, expecting to be swiftly denied by her stuttering Commander, before he finally went on to tell her why he was actually there.
To her surprise—and her delight however—he nodded. A faint blush dusted his cheeks, and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yeah" He admitted, his voice low and a little sheepish. "I… I just wanted to see you. Is it okay if I come in?"
Her playful demeanor softened at his words, her sharp eyes quickly noticing the dark circles under his eyes and the weary droop of his shoulders. It seems she had missed the signs of his weariness, her heart dropping ever so slightly at the mere thought of her Commander keeping his suffering to himself instead of leaning on her as he should.
She stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter. With how tired he looked and how honest he just was she started to believe that he had maybe been pushed to his limits, the possibility of him leaving her room any time before late tomorrow morning, shifting to a staggering zero.
"Of course, Commander" She said warmly, her tone losing some of its teasing edge. "You are always welcome."
As soon as he crossed the threshold, she closed the door behind him and, in one fluid motion, pulled him into a firm but gentle embrace. Her arms encircled him, and her long, bushy tails swayed forward, wrapping around his frame like a cocoon of soft warmth.
Her skin was pristine, shining under the light of the room before the shadow of his form fell over it, his head neatly placed in her bosom and his hair softly played with by one of her arms.
The effect was immediate—he felt the tension in his body start to melt away as her scent, a blend of cherry blossoms and something distinctly hers, enveloped him. His reservations broke, his arms slowly wrapping themselves around her waist, holding her tight as if she was going somewhere.
"You look exhausted" She murmured, her cheek brushing against his as she held him close. "You’ve been pushing yourself too hard again, haven’t you?"
It was true that this had happened again and back then Musashi was the one to coax him out of work and into some relaxation, eager to help her Commander and go through with all her promises of always being a safe haven for him.
This time however, due to work and such, she hadn't spent almost any time around him, much to either's dismay, to notice the weight on his shoulders, leading to this 'effort' by the Commander for her to notice.
He let out a quiet sigh, leaning into her warmth without hesitation. "I guess I have" He admitted, his voice muffled against her bare shoulder as he tried to hide some of his embarrassment.
Musashi chuckled softly, her breath tickling his ear. "You could have told me sooner" She teased, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye. "Or do you enjoy being stubborn?"
His blush deepened, and he looked away, grumbling something incoherent. Musashi’s smile only grew as she guided him further into her room, her tails still draped protectively around him.
"Come" She said, leading him toward a low table where a kettle of tea still steamed faintly. "Sit, relax. Let me take care of you for a change."
She gestured for him to sit, her presence calming and commanding all at once.
He however didn't really have that in mind, struggling at even the thought of letting her go, his arms still tightly wrapped around her body. His blush deepening with every second of silence that went by as he buried his head in her chest.
"Oh my~ Someone's feeling needy~" She teased, gently guiding one of her hands to his cheeks and rubbing circles on it with her thumb. "I don't mind Commander. I have told you before, should you ever feel stressed or tired, please come to me. Your safe haven is here"
He sighed at her words, his head sinking a bit further down before he managed to raise it to meet her warm gaze. "I-I. . .goddammit" He struggled to voice what he wanted to say.
"It's fine" She simply stated. "I do not wish for a lengthy explanation as to why you wish to be in my embrace. I only want you to know that it is there for you whenever you need it"
He felt his mental defenses crumbling the more he indulged in her. Her soft, melodic voice, the warmth of her body, her scent, her touch, her everything was as intoxicating as it was wonderful.
His lips parted, but no sound came out as he tried to find the words. The weight of her gaze, warm and patient, made his heart pound harder in his chest. Musashi waited, her hand never leaving his cheek, the steady rhythm of her thumb tracing circles grounding him even as his thoughts churned.
"I…" He stammered, his voice faltering. He glanced away briefly, then back at her, his blush deepening. Finally, in a burst of emotion that he could no longer suppress, he blurted out "I really missed you!"
The admission hung in the air, raw and vulnerable. His arms tightened around her waist as if bracing himself for her reaction. For a moment, Musashi seemed genuinely surprised, her golden eyes widening just slightly before softening even further. Then, a gentle chuckle escaped her lips, rich and melodic.
"Missed me, hmm?" She said teasingly, though her tone was laced with tenderness. "But I wasn’t always gone, Commander. Or… perhaps…" Her eyes sparkled with realization as a knowing smile spread across her face. "Perhaps you were too embarrassed to seek me out outright, despite knowing how welcome you would be."
He grumbled something incoherent again, burying his face against her chest as if to hide from her perceptiveness. "I didn’t want to bother you" He muttered, his words muffled but still clear enough.
Musashi tilted his chin up with a gentle hand, forcing him to meet her gaze once more. "Bother me?" She repeated, her voice carrying a note of affectionate reproach. "Commander, you could never bother me. You are always welcome in my presence, no matter the time or circumstance. If anything…"
She trailed off, her teasing grin returning. "If you wanted an excuse to avoid your responsibilities tomorrow, you’ve come to the right person."
He blinked, caught off guard. "Excuse? What do you mean?"
She smirked, leaning closer, her tails swaying slightly behind her. "Staying with me tonight would be ample excuse material and evidence, don’t you think?" She said smoothly.
His face burned, his words catching in his throat. "I—Musashi, I… I don’t want to weigh you down with my troubles again. You’ve already done so much for me, and—"
"Stop" She interrupted gently but firmly, placing a finger over his lips. Her playful demeanor softened, replaced by something more earnest, almost reverent. She cupped his face with both hands, her golden eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made his breath hitch.
"Entrust all your anxieties, doubts, and fears to me" She said, her voice low but steady, a quiet power behind every word. "Let me become your bedrock, your foundation. My beloved Commander, nothing in existence shall ever tear you from me."
Her words wrapped around him like a protective shield, their sincerity and conviction seeping into the cracks of his tired heart. He felt the tight knot in his chest begin to loosen, replaced by something warmer, something steadier.
"Musashi…" He whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
"Shh" She murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Relax my Commander. Tonight, let me carry your burdens as you have everyone else's time and time again."
He felt his lips dry up, his gaze falling on her own. He let the idea sit in his head for a few seconds, what would happen if he would just, lean up a little and press his lips onto hers? How would they feel? They seemed so soft and inviting like the rest of her. . .
The fox girl followed his gaze, quietly noticing the emotions that filled his eyes, her heart skipped a beat but. . .she didn't mind the connotations behind anything he could be thinking.
Musashi tilted her head slightly, her long hair cascading like silk over her shoulders as she watched him carefully. Her expression held no trace of mockery or condescension—only understanding and, perhaps, a quiet invitation.
"Commander" She said softly, her tone laced with a quiet affection that sent shivers down his spine. She leaned in ever so slightly, her hand brushing along his cheek, encouraging rather than demanding. "What is it you’re thinking? I can see the weight of it in your eyes."
His lips parted, but words failed him. A faint blush spread across his cheeks as he lowered his gaze, feeling like a nervous cadet all over again. "I was just… thinking" He murmured, barely audible.
Musashi chuckled softly, the sound warm and melodic. "Thinking, hm?" She teased, though her voice remained gentle. "I would very much like to know what’s on your mind, my dear Commander. But if it’s too difficult to say…"
She trailed off, her hand slipping from his cheek to rest lightly against his chest, over the steady thrum of his heart. "You don’t need to say anything. Actions speak far louder, don’t you agree?"
His breath hitched at her words, his eyes darting back to hers. She held his gaze firmly this time, her golden eyes glimmering with quiet confidence. There was no urgency, no pressure—only the quiet assurance that whatever he chose, she would accept it wholeheartedly.
Summoning what little courage he had left, he leaned in, his movements hesitant but deliberate. Time seemed to slow as his lips brushed hers, featherlight at first, testing the waters. Musashi didn’t pull away; instead, she leaned into the kiss with a gentle but firm response, her hand still pressed against his chest as if to steady his racing heart.
The kiss was brief, tender, and filled with unspoken emotions that neither of them could articulate in words. When they finally pulled apart, her smile had softened into something even more radiant, and her tails swayed gently behind her, brushing against his legs like a comforting embrace.
"My beloved Commander" She whispered, her voice filled with warmth. "If that is what was on your mind, then I am honored to know your thoughts."
He let out a shaky laugh, his blush deepening. "I—Musashi, I didn’t mean to… I mean, I did, but—"
"Shh" She interrupted, placing a finger against his lips once more. "There’s no need to apologize. And there certainly is nothing to be ashamed of"
Her hand moved to clasp his, her fingers warm against his. "Now" She continued with a playful lilt "Let’s make this night one where you can truly let go of everything else. Stay with me, Commander. From tonight, you are mine and mine alone."
It took him actual seconds to realize what she meant and once he did he couldn't really be any happier, his emotions overflowing as he leaned up once more to press his lips against hers. Already missing the feel of it. Of them kissing.
The fox girl giggled as their lips locked, her hand still on the back of his head, making sure he was kept close to her, her other hand still idly tracing his chest and making his heart beat faster and faster.
Unlike their first, this kiss was far from chaste, lasting much much longer as their passion was poured into it, lust slowly creeping into their brains, his hands finally shifting to grab her waist rather than just hug it.
She hummed approvingly in the kiss, leaning into his body more as her tails swung wildly behind her, the feel of his lips slowly being burned into her core as she let him rewrite what she considered her core needs.
"Commander~"
The way she said his title sent a shiver down his spine, her voice dripping with playful allure and affection. He felt her lips curve into a mischievous smile against his own, and when they finally parted for air, her golden eyes burned into his with an intensity that made his heart skip a beat.
"Musashi" He murmured, his voice thick with emotion, though his hands didn’t leave her waist. His thumbs brushed against the fabric of her kimono, and the warmth of her beneath it was almost electrifying. He was drawn to her in ways he couldn’t quite put into words.
"You surprise me, Commander" She purred, one of her tails wrapping gently around his wrist, her touch both playful and possessive. "Such boldness… and yet, I can’t say I dislike it."
She leaned closer, her forehead lightly pressing against his, her breath warm against his lips. "Do you know what you’re doing to me?" She asked, her tone a mix of teasing and genuine vulnerability. "I should scold you for coming here so late, making me feel this way."
"I don’t… regret it" He admitted, his cheeks flushing but his voice steady. His grip on her waist tightened slightly, his courage bolstered by the way she was looking at him, her walls lowered just enough for him to glimpse the depth of her affection. "I missed you too much to care about what’s proper or not. I just… wanted to be with you."
Her teasing demeanor softened, a genuine warmth spreading across her face. "Oh, my dear Commander" She said softly, her fingers tracing along his jawline. "How can I possibly say no to someone so sincere?"
Musashi swiftly leaned down to press her lips once more against his, this time letting her tongue wander, the muscle asking for permission to meet his own.
He struggled for a second to understand her que but once he did he found himself quickly addicted to the taste of her tongue, their muscles meeting in the middle as their lip lock suddenly got a lot more lewd.
He felt shivers of pleasure run down his spine at the sensation, Musashi eagerly humming in their kiss as she coiled her longer tongue around his, surprising the young man but keeping him in the kiss with her hand still behind his head.
Musashi’s tongue danced with his, exploring and teasing with a fluidity that left him breathless. The taste of her—sweet and tantalizing—was intoxicating, sending waves of heat coursing through him as his fingers dug slightly into her waist, desperate to anchor himself to her.
Her tails swayed and twitched with barely contained excitement, the soft fur brushing against his back and arms like a comforting yet teasing caress. Musashi hummed appreciatively, the sound vibrating through their locked lips and making his chest tighten with want.
When they finally broke apart, both gasping for air, a thin strand of saliva lingered between them, a testament to the passion of their exchange. His face burned as he tried to catch his breath.
"Musashi…" He began, his voice hoarse, but she silenced him with a finger against his lips.
"Shh" She murmured, her golden eyes half-lidded and smoldering with affection and desire. "You’ve done enough talking for now, my dear Commander. Let me… show you how much I truly care about you"
Her words, sultry and sincere, sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through him. She leaned in close, her lips grazing his ear as she whispered "Anything you want, don't hesitate to ask my beloved~"
His heart pounded furiously in his chest as her hands traced down his sides, slow and deliberate, her fingers grazing his shirt with a lightness that made him shiver. Her tails curled tighter around him, holding him in place, her body a perfect blend of warmth and softness that threatened to overwhelm him.
Despite how she normally towered over, Musashi seemed to shrink down, slowly getting to her knees and licking her lips in preparation of what to come.
He wasn't naïve enough not to notice where this was going, his body responding in kind as tent was pitched in his pants, one Musashi was quick to see and eager to deal with.
"Does my body arouse you Commander?" She asked as if there was any other response other than yes.
"Yes" Was his correct response, making the fox woman blush a little before flashing him a teasing smile, her golden eyes filled with lust and love. "Oh how lovely~" She cooed, her fingers dancing around the sash that kept her kimono on her before quickly pulling on one of it's sides, letting it fall to the ground.
A quick shake of her body later and she was fully naked, underwear nowhere in sight as she gazed his reaction. She truly was the most gifted of the shipgirls, her chest proudly in display in front him, her nipples a perfect pink and her abdomen adorned with a small patch of purple hair above her lower lips. She had the figure of a goddess, but she knew as much.
Blood all but spilled from his nose, his eyes wide as oh so many new needs arose inside him. He realized that in any case where he was not held still by her, he would most probably spend hours letting his hands rake her body freely, touching every inch of her and squeezing everything that seemed soft and squishy.
Musashi noticed his gaze, a shiver of anticipation of what was to come going down her spine before she offered him a wink. One that he barely noticed, his brain too occupied with the question of how her breasts would feel in his hands.
"Fufufu~ Your gaze is palpable you know~" She teased, her fingers softly catching the hem of his pants and beginning slide them down his legs, going a bit slow as she crossed the bump that his lust had created before letting them drop after his thighs.
Her fingers then danced around the waistband of his underwear, teasing him with every touch. He felt his breath catch in his throat as she slowly pulled them down, her gaze fixed on the prize.
When his underwear was finally gone, Musashi's eyes sparkled with delight. Her gaze locked onto his penis, and her eyebrow arched in surprise. "Oh my, Commander" She whispered, her voice husky with excitement. "You're quite... impressive."
She wrapped her hand around his cock, her fingers coiling around him like a gentle vice. Her touch sent shivers down his spine, and he felt his body respond eagerly to her caress.
Shives of pure pleasure ran down his spine at the first tug, the feeling of someone else doing it vastly superior and the knowledge that that someone was Musashi making the pleasure double at the very least.
"How long has it been since you last. . . attended to your needs, my dear Commander?" She asked, her voice dripping with lust.
He shook his head, his mind clouding over with desire. "I. . . I don't remember" He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Even if he did he wasn't sure he would be able to answer, the need for her to continue her ministrations too massive to let him properly think.
Musashi's expression turned serious for a moment, her brow furrowing with concern. "That's not good, Commander" She said, her voice firm but gentle. "You should take care of yourself, both body and mind."
But her concern was short-lived, as her gaze snapped back to his rod, and her fingers began to move in slow, deliberate strokes. "Don't worry though, I'll take care of you tonight" She whispered, her voice dripping with promise. "And every other night after tonight~"
The little declaration was enough to coax a twitch out of him, peaking Musashi's interest as she glanced up at the pleasure filled face of her Commander.
She continued her long, slow strokes, easing his erection into full mast as she got him used to the pleasure. "Does that feel good Commander?"
He could only nod in response, his breath getting caught in his throat as she started to go a little faster, her other hand finally coming up to tease his tip, pointer slowly circling the red head as her other hand made sure to apply ample of pressure around his cock.
Low gasps and moans started to escape his lips at her teasing pleasure but Musashi didn't plan on backing him up more than he already was.
With care she leaned in, puffing her lips as she placed a long, wet kiss on his tip, her foxy ears twitching in delight at the taste and scent that permeated him. She found pleasure in his reactions, her core warming up as she leaned down to place a few more slow attentive kisses.
Then, as he got used to that, she let her tongue hang out, showing it to him before placing the muscle against his cock and licking the underside and tip of his cock with care, wetting both parts with her spit as she let out low hums of lust all around his member.
Musashi's body reacted to the pleasure she was giving, her tail twitching behind her, her ears perking up, and her breasts swaying slightly as she moved.
"Please enjoy my mouth Commander~" She moaned out, eager to get to the main part of her pleasurful ride.
Her lips were the first to make contact with his cock once more, softly placed against the tip and slowly sliding down his cock, her tongue eager to lubricate his length with her spit as her warm breath made him shiver in place.
She took her time in taking him insider her mouth, making sure he felt her go down on him as her cheeks and throat tightened around his length. Musashi was more than confident in her ability to please him and within a few seconds she had reached the base of his cock, her nose brushing up against the well kept hair he had.
Her gaze shot up to his face, eager to spot the results of her accomplishment in the form of pure surprise and pleasure.
She couldn't contain herself, her foxy nature winning over as she begun to bob her head back, releasing his cock with a loud pop. "I wish you had come sooner Commander~ Then I would still have had my lipstick on and your cock would be marked with my love~" She faked a pout, before winking at the stunned man and wrapping her lips around his cock once more as she begun to truly blow him.
Her head bobbed back and forth, slow at first but quickly picking up pace, her foxy ears flowing as she moved and enticing a hand of his to them.
With his hand on her head, he tangled his fingers in her fox ears, the sensitive touch sending shivers down her spine. She purred louder, the vibrations in her throat amplifying the pleasure she was giving him.
A hand of hers wandered to her legs, quickly she parted her own thighs and let her fingers tease her lower lips, slowly splitting them before she inserted two fingers inside herself, her thumb playing with her clit and coaxing more moans out of her.
The sounds of her masturbation, her fingers already drenched in her lust added to his pleasure, her core begging for something more but being forced to make due with what it had, her own insides squeezing her fingers.
Suddenly, his body tensed, his muscles corded as he hovered on the edge of release. Musashi sensed it, her eyes flashing up to meet his as she slowed her pace, teasing him with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue.
"Don't. . . don't stop" He whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.
Musashi's ears perked up at the plea, a mischievous glint in her eye as she redoubled her efforts. Her mouth closed around his cock, her tongue lashing against him with renewed fervor.
The commander's body shuddered, his hips bucking wildly as he lost control. Musashi felt his cock pulse and twitch inside her mouth, taking it as a cue to go as fast as she possible could, all the while her eyes never left his.
The sight of her playing with herself as she gave him a such a sloppy blowjob was the last straw, his cum erupting from the tip in a hot, creamy burst. Rope after rope of cum was shot down her throat, the shipgirl eagerly swallowing it all as her tongue eased more and more of his orgasm out of him, her low guttural purrs doing the same.
As the last of his orgasm subsided, Musashi slowly pulled back, her lips releasing his cock with a soft pop. She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.
"Was it to your liking, Commander?" She purred, her voice husky with fatigue.
The commander's response was a low, guttural groan, his body still shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure. Musashi laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine.
"I'll take that as a yes" She whispered, nuzzling her head against his thigh before moving her lips back to his cock, where she was quickly stopped by a very weak hand of his.
"I am still very sensitive" He gasped but the shipgirl could only tilt her head in feigned innocence, pouting cutely and making his cock twitch right in front of her. "I was only going to clean it~" She cooed, before pushing against his weakened hold and placing a soft kiss on his underside, his cock against her face.
The commander's eyes locked onto the sight of Musashi's lips wrapped around the underside of his cock, her tongue darting out to lap up the cum that still dripped from the tip. His gasp was followed by a low, tortured moan as he felt his body respond to the stimulation, his cock twitching and swelling despite his sensitive state.
Musashi's eyes sparkled with mischief as she gazed up at him, her lips still pressed against his cock. "Can I clean you up my beloved Commander~?" She moaned, as if begging to be allowed to do so.
"Yes" He groaned, his voice barely above a whisper.
Musashi's face lit up with a sly smile as she slowly began to lick and kiss his cock, her tongue and lips working in gentle, soothing motions to clean him up. She took her time, making sure to remove every last drop of cum from his skin, her ministrations sending shivers down his spine.
Finally after a few seconds she stopped, leaning back to gaze at her work before looking back into his eyes, a teasing smile on her lips. "All done" She stated, before finally standing up again, her fingers catching a bottle of sake she had nearby and bringing it up with her.
She quickly got the cork off of it with practiced precision and took a measured swing, enough to clean up all the cum from her mouth before closing the bottle and placing it back down again, rubbing her ass against him as she turned to place it down.
As quickly as she had done that she smashed her lips onto his, engaging in another lip lock that got him out of his stunned state. With his options laid bare before him, he let his hands wander to her breasts, cupping the two mounds of flesh before giving them a few experimental squeezes.
"Oh this is fine as well~" She moaned, leaning up to place a quick kiss on his lips before dropping back down, her hands perfectly set around her face as she offers him a weak glance. "Please take me commander~"
Her begging tone and beady golden eyes were more than enough to convince him to do just that. Slowly he lined himself up against her, missing the entrance the first time due to inexperience but able to find it perfectly the second.
His tip spread her lower lips that were coated in her pre-cum, the sudden warmth that begun to envelop his cock sending shivers down his spine as for a second he stopped to truly realize what he was doing.
He looked down at Musashi, her wonderful body displayed bare before him as she lay down on a bed ready to be taken by him. The blood rushed to his brain and as some confusion washed over Musashi as to why he had stopped it was quickly overshadowed by love and lust as he leaned down to place his lips onto hers.
Their kiss got lewd quick, their tongues now actively fighting for the right to dominate the other's mouth, a fight she was quickly winning despite his slow yet powerful intrusion.
His cock begun to spread her inner walls in ways they never had been before, heavy, powerful moans left Musashi's lips, her conviction to dominate their kiss doubling as she wrapped her hands around his back, digging her nails into his skin.
The sensation didn't hurt at all, only adding to the pleasure as he finally got fully inside of her, his tip kissing the entrance of her womb, her walls, wet and applying immense pleasure that had almost drove him to the edge.
Once more he stopped moving, seethed deep inside her as they made out, Musashi now well and truly in his mouth as she dominated the kiss, taking what was hers by right and marking his back with her nails much to each other's pleasure.
Her tails coiled around him, some wrapping themselves around his legs, one around his waist, tickling his skin and others freely swaying left and right.
Finally as they broke their kiss Musashi flashed him a smile, her sharp teeth in full display before she quickly shot her head up and bit his neck, leaving a deep mark as she bit hard enough to draw blood making him wince from the pain.
She purred at his reaction, before letting her tongue lick, time and time again the now red and pulsing area before she fell back onto the bed, a very proud smile on her face. Her mark was clear and evident just like she had wanted it and in area he couldn't hide.
"What was that for?" He asked, beginning to slowly pull out of her to get them both started.
Musashi giggled, her golden eyes shifting slightly into more dangerous territory as she brought both her hands to her face. "To show that you are mine of course~" She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"That, among many other marks I plan to leave on you are there to keep any of the other infatuated girls off of you my beloved~" She cooed, feeling him twitch inside her as his brain couldn't help but find her statement the sexiest thing she had said all night.
She purred at his excitement, glad that he was responding in kind before gasping at his own attack, his head having shot down to her neck to leave a mark of his own, this one not drawing blood, his tongue however attacking the now sensitive skin with double her effort.
She looked at him eye wide as he pulled back, her lust starting to overflow dangerously as he felt her tighten herself around him, all her tails possessively coiling around him. "Did you like that?" He asked making the woman bellow purr a response. "Yesss"
"Good, had to make sure I left my mark as well" He coolly answered, before finally taking all of himself almost out of her, leaving just the tip in. "I am guessing you don't want me to go soft and slow huh?" He asked, his lustful eyes finding her own.
"No my beloved. As much as I would love for us to draw this out, after marking you and getting marked, I need for my womb to be filled with your cum. Fast and hard~"
Her statement was followed by the commander thrusting deep inside her, filling the fox girl up as she moaned out his name. Quickly more thrusts followed, at the start only hard and slow as he found his pace before slowly picking up speed.
As the commander picked up speed, Musashi's moans grew louder and more insistent, her body writhing beneath him in ecstasy. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a fierce kiss as he thrust into her again and again.
"Oh, yes, my beloved!" She cried out, her voice husky with desire. "Harder, faster, make me yours!"
The commander obliged, his hips pistoning into her with increasing ferocity. Musashi's body responded in kind, her own hips bucking up to meet his thrusts as she bit and kissed him with abandon.
"Mmmm, kiss me, bite me, mark me!" She wailed, her fox ears perked up and twitching with excitement.
The commander's lips crushed against hers, his teeth nipping at her lower lip as he devoured her mouth. Musashi's response was to bite him back, her teeth sinking into his shoulders and neck as she moaned out his name.
"Aaahhh~ Commander!" She chanted, her body undulating beneath him as he drove into her with reckless abandon.
Some of her tails flailed behind her, the multiple strands of fur lashing out like whips as she lost herself in the passion of the moment. The commander's hands grasped her hips, holding her in place as he hammered into her, his cock pistoning into her wet, eager pussy.
Musashi's head threw back, her throat exposed as she let out a series of piercing wails, the sound echoing off the walls of the room. Her body was a blur of movement, her legs wrapping around the commander's waist as she pulled him into her, her hands digging into his back.
The commander's own groans of pleasure mingled with Musashi's cries, the two of them lost in a world of their own making. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their lovemaking a frenzied dance of passion and desire.
As they hurtled towards the edge of oblivion, Musashi's voice grew hoarse from shouting, her words devolving into incoherent moans and gasps as the pleasure overwhelmed her. The commander's body was a blur of movement, his cock pounding into her with increasing ferocity as he drove her towards the brink of climax.
But they didn't reach it yet, not yet. They were still building, still climbing towards the peak of their passion. Musashi's body was a coiled spring, her muscles tensed and ready to snap as the commander drove her towards the edge.
And still, they didn't stop, couldn't stop. They were lost in the vortex of their own desires, their bodies driven by a primal urge to mate, to claim, to conquer.
The only sound was the sound of their ragged breathing, the slap of skin on skin, and the moans and wails of pleasure that filled the air.
Musashi's body began to tremble, her legs locking tighter around the commander's waist as she felt herself hurtling towards the edge of orgasm. She let out a series of high-pitched squeaks, her voice barely audible as her body began to convulse around the commander's cock.
"Aaahhh~ I am cumming!" She wailed, her body shuddering as she came, her pussy clamping down around the commander's cock like a vice.
But to her surprise, the commander didn't stop. He didn't slow down, didn't pull out, didn't give her a moment to catch her breath. He just kept going, pounding into her with increasing ferocity as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
"OHHHH, YES, YES, YES!" She screamed, her body bucking and writhing beneath him as she came again and again.
The commander's response was to grunt and growl, his cock pistoning into her with reckless abandon as he drove towards his own climax. Musashi's moans and wails grew louder, more urgent, as she begged him to fill her up, to make her his, to mark her as his own.
"Fill me up, my beloved! Fill me up with your cum!" She wailed, her body trembling and shaking as she came again and again. "Make me yours, mark me as yours, I'm yours, I'm yours, I'M YOURS!"
His body tensing as he reached the edge of his own orgasm. He drove into her one last time, his cock exploding in a torrent of cum as he filled her up, marking her as his own.
Musashi's wails of pleasure reached a fever pitch, her body thrashing and bucking beneath him as she came one last time, her pussy milking every last drop of cum from the commander's cock. She collapsed back onto the bed, her body limp and exhausted, her chest heaving with exertion.
The commander collapsed beside her, his own body spent and exhausted, his cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He wrapped his arms around Musashi, holding her close as they both drifted off into a post-coital haze, their bodies still entwined, their hearts still racing with excitement.
In that moment, they knew they were meant to be, that they were destined to be together, to mate, to claim, to conquer. They knew they were each other's, that they were meant to be one, to be inseparable, to be invincible.
"That was lovely~" Musashi cooed, her voice, melodic, slow, mature, perfect finally having returned to her. She had recovered much quicker than he ever could and quickly wrapped herself around her lover, keeping him warm and loved.
"Oh and now that I said lovely~" She started, using a finger of hers to place a kiss on his reddened lips before smiling at her man. "I love you Commander~" She cooed oh so sweetly, making his heart skip a beat before he smiled back at her.
"I love you too Musashi" He proudly exclaimed, the two once again locking lips, this time guided by love and love alone.
They let the seconds pass in each other's embrace, before finally deciding it was about time they cleaned up, Musashi helping the already tired man off of her and heading to the bathroom to clean herself up first before an idea comes to her mind.
"You think you could join me my beloved?" She asks and the Commander nods her a no. "I can't go another round Musashi, I can barely keep my eyes open" He remarks but she waves it off.
"I had another idea in mind, plus you need to clean yourself up too~" She cleverly points out, making him grumble and complain but still get up, his eyes never leaving hers.
Once inside the bathroom, Musashi guides him in-front of the full body mirror before taking a picture of them both, having him turn his back to it. "Didn't have you as the kind to take pictures after sex"
"Oh the fact that we had sex doesn't matter. . .it's the marks I want to capture" She says, showing him the photo that is chest up and shows his red, heavily scratched back and bitten neck and shoulders and her own more sparsely marked upper body.
"Oh" He simply voices, before being shooed off and to the bed on which he is seconds later joined by her.
As the commander's breathing slowed, Musashi's own eyes began to droop, her eyelids growing heavy as she felt herself being pulled into the realm of dreams. She snuggled in closer to the commander, her body molding to his as they both drifted off to sleep.
Their sleep was a deep and dreamless one, their bodies recharging from the exertions of the night. They lay there, entwined in each other's arms, their hearts beating as one as they slept.
Chapter 8: A Witch's Summons
Summary:
August is a playful little witch and a controlling one at that. Or at least she is one up until the Commander gets serious
Chapter Text
The Commander rubbed his temple, leaning back in his chair. The endless reports were blurring into one long, monotonous slog of figures and formalities.
The quiet hum of the office didn't help, only amplifying the silence that hung over the base today. Most of the fleet was enjoying some much-needed downtime, and though he had briefly considered taking the day off as well, the growing mountain of paperwork had tethered him to his desk.
He sighed, picking up his pen to continue.
Buzz.
The phone on his desk lit up with a notification. It wasn't uncommon for him to get messages from the fleet during the day, though he usually ignored them when working. But this time, the sender's name caught his eye.
August.
Curious, he unlocked his phone. Her message appeared on the screen, the tone unmistakable.
"Darling, it's such a beautiful day, and I'm enjoying it to the fullest. What a shame you're locked away in your office. Do you not want to see what you're missing?"
The Commander frowned slightly, then his lips twitched into a half-smile. August always knew how to get his attention. Below the text was a photo.
He tapped on it.
The picture opened, and his breath caught in his throat.
August lounged against the cushions of her chaise, her long, elegant legs crossed at the knee. Her thigh-high stockings clung to her shapely form, accentuating every line. She wore her signature semi-sheer white blouse, the delicate fabric hinting at the smooth skin beneath. The sunlight pouring into her quarters seemed to kiss her, illuminating her violet hair and the sharp contrast of her crimson eyes.
Her expression was what undid him most—a knowing smirk tugging at her lips, her gaze playful yet piercing. It was as though she could see his reaction through the screen.
He swallowed hard, placing the phone back down on his desk with deliberate care. Focus, he told himself, picking up his pen again. You have work to do.
Buzz.
Another message.
He hesitated. The logical part of him insisted it could wait, but his hand betrayed him, reaching for the phone.
"Oh, Darling, you must be quite busy. I can't imagine any other reason why you haven't responded yet. Don't worry—I'll make it easier for you to decide."
And bellow, was another picture.
His mouth went dry as he opened it.
August's blouse had slipped further off one shoulder, baring more of her pale skin. She leaned back against the chaise, her posture relaxed yet deliberately enticing. Her long legs were now slightly parted, one hand casually resting on her thigh, drawing attention to the delicate band of lace where her stockings ended. The smirk she wore was bolder now, almost daring him to respond.
The Commander set the phone down more forcefully this time, dragging a hand down his face. His heart raced, his mind waging war against itself. He was supposed to be working. He needed to focus.
Buzz.
He groaned audibly. Another message. Against his better judgment, he reached for the phone.
"Still busy? How admirable. But I wonder, Darling... is it work that's keeping you, or something else? Perhaps a little... hesitation? Don't worry. I'll help you with that, too."
Attached was a third photo.
This one pushed him over the edge.
She was on her knees this time, the sheer fabric of her blouse hanging precariously loose, teasing more than ever before. Her thighs were slightly spread, her hand brushing against the smooth expanse of one. Her head tilted slightly, violet waves spilling down her shoulders as she stared at the camera with unrelenting intensity.
"Now" Her next message followed, "wouldn't this be so much better to see in person?"
The Commander stood abruptly, chair scraping against the floor. His jacket was on his shoulders in seconds, and he was out the door before he could think twice.
It hadn't take him more than a few minutes to reach her room, his fingers playing with the keys she had given him all the while.
His heart was beating out of his chest, ideas dancing around as to what new position he might find her in. Each and every time he came 'home' to her he felt like he had seen it all but each time she had found a new way to stand, to articulate. . .to simply exist that was absolutely breathtaking.
Keys in the keyhole they went, his hand almost twitching at the connotation before he quickly swung the door open and the Commander's breath hitched as his eyes scanned the room. There she was.
She sat perched at the edge of her chaise, her legs elegantly crossed, one knee resting lightly over the other. She leaned back just enough to give an air of leisurely indifference, but the glint in her crimson eyes betrayed her intent. Her blouse had slipped further down her shoulders, the delicate fabric clinging to her form in a way that left little to the imagination. One hand rested on her thigh, drawing attention to the bare skin between the end of her stockings and the hem of her shirt.
She looked like temptation incarnate, fully aware of her effect on him.
"Darling" She purred, her voice a low melody that seemed to ripple through the room. "I see I didn't have to wait long. Tell me—was it the second picture? Or perhaps the third? What was it that finally broke that oh-so-admirable resolve of yours?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he stepped inside, his hand moving instinctively to lock the door behind him with a soft click. The sound seemed to thrill her; she shifted slightly on the chaise, uncrossing and recrossing her legs with a deliberate slowness that made his pulse quicken.
"You couldn't resist, could you?" She teased, her smirk deepening. "You always try to be so composed, so disciplined... but I know better." Her gaze flicked to his chest, where his breathing was just shy of labored. "How quick you are to fall to my whims. It's charming, really."
He moved toward her with purposeful strides, his boots thudding softly against the floor. Her smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of excitement in her eyes. She straightened slightly, her confidence unshaken but clearly intrigued by his sudden approach.
"Now, now" She continued, her tone still teasing but tinged with anticipation "Aren't you going to defend yourself? Or are you finally—"
Her words were silenced as he reached her and leaned down, capturing her lips in a firm, heated kiss.
She froze for half a second before a delighted giggle escaped into the kiss, her arms rising to loop around his neck. The teasing edge in her posture melted into something softer, her body pressing against his as she responded eagerly. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as she deepened the kiss, her laughter fading into a satisfied hum.
When they finally broke apart, her smirk returned, but it was tempered by the faintest flush on her cheeks. "Oh, Darling," She whispered, her voice low and sultry. "If I'd known you'd be this eager, I might have sent one picture instead of three."
He rested his forehead against hers, his hands steady on her waist. "You're relentless, August," He muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched in the hint of a smile.
"And you love me for it" She countered smoothly, her hands sliding down to rest on his shoulders. "Admit it—you adore how I can unravel you with a glance, a word, a touch..."
"Maybe" He said, leaning down slightly to brush his lips against hers again, this time softer, slower. "But you make it impossible to focus on anything else."
She laughed at that, the sound like velvet. "Good" She said simply, her fingers tracing light patterns against the back of his neck. "I don't share my Darling with paperwork. Today, you're mine."
It was much more of a statement than anything else, making the Commander chuckle as he sat above her. His eyes into hers were a wonderful mix, one that he seemed to be enjoying quite a bit given the silence that had befallen.
"Sigh seeing are we?" She teased, her words ever on point as she dragged a finger up his neck and against his cheek, pressing with the tip of her finger the soft flesh she had spoiled with kisses and touches alike.
"Well you are a sight to behold" He coolly answered, the Ironblood girl smirking from ear to ear as she took pleasure in knowing how much she had rubbed off on him.
August's smirk deepened as she leaned back slightly, reclining against the cushions with a confidence that could make even the most resolute lose their footing. Her finger lingered on his cheek, her touch featherlight, before trailing down his jawline with deliberate slowness.
"Such a charmer" She mused, her voice a playful purr. "I do wonder how much of that is my influence, and how much is your true self finally slipping free."
The Commander didn't flinch under her gaze. He tilted his head just enough to catch her wandering hand, gently capturing her wrist and pressing a kiss to her palm. It was a quiet, intimate gesture that sent a flicker of surprise through her crimson eyes, though her smirk remained intact.
"Does it matter?" He replied, his voice low but steady. "You're the only one who gets to see this side of me."
Her lips parted as if to respond, but she hesitated, the teasing remark on the tip of her tongue dissolving into something warmer. Instead, her smirk softened into a genuine smile, one that illuminated her ethereal beauty in a way that words couldn't capture.
"Oh, Darling" She said, her tone quieter now, though no less rich with emotion. "You do know how to make a girl feel special."
"You are special" He said simply, his sincerity cutting through the playful tension like a knife. "To me, at least."
For once, it was August who faltered. Her confident façade wavered just slightly as she studied him, her fingers curling instinctively around his hand. The air between them shifted, growing heavier with something unspoken.
She was quick to recover, her smirk returning with practiced ease as she lifted herself slightly, pressing her forehead against his. "Flattery will get you everywhere" She teased, though the faint flush on her cheeks betrayed her.
"Good" He murmured, brushing a strand of her violet hair behind her ear. "Because I'm not done yet."
Without waiting for her reply, he leaned in again, capturing her lips in another kiss. This one wasn't rushed or heated, but slow and deliberate, a gesture that conveyed everything he couldn't put into words.
August melted into him, her hands sliding up to his shoulders and pulling him closer. The teasing witch who had commanded his every thought just moments ago now softened under his touch, her usual sharpness dulled by the tenderness of the moment.
When they broke apart, her breathing was steady but shallow, her crimson eyes lidded as she gazed up at him. "You're full of surprises today" She murmured, her voice tinged with amusement. "I might have to keep you here longer than planned."
He chuckled, resting his forehead against hers once more. "As long as you don't mind me staying."
"Oh, Darling" She purred, her hands sliding to the back of his neck. "I wouldn't dream of letting you leave."
He smiled at that, his hand slowly rising from her waist to her chest, his fingers gliding against the thin fabric and sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. "I see that your carnal desires are as powerful as ever~" She mused, leaning up to place a flurry of kisses against his neck.
His breath faltered for a second at her actions though instinctively he leaned against her fiery tongue that seemed to be trailing paths of spit around his neck.
"Your fault" Was the best he could manage, his hand now idly against her breast, cupping it from above the thin shirt that struggled to protect her more sensitive areas. "No bra?" He asked, slightly pulling back.
"Why would I bother with it? It's my day off no? Plus, unless I need to seduce you or work" She paused, running a finger against his chest. "And yes I do value those two in that order. I don't see another reason to wear a. . .bra"
His chuckle rumbled low in his chest as he took in her unabashed honesty, a quality that never failed to leave him both impressed and completely at her mercy. "I'm starting to think you planned this day just to torment me" He murmured, his voice thick with amusement and desire.
"Planned?" She echoed, leaning back just enough to meet his gaze, her smirk devilishly sharp. "Oh, Darling, you give me far too much credit. This..." She gestured vaguely at herself, the deliberate arch of her body making it clear what she meant. "...is no plan. This is simply me. Or do you think I need strategy to drive you to distraction?"
He huffed a laugh, his hand still resting lightly against her chest. "You've made your point." His thumb ghosted over the curve of her breast, the sheer fabric doing nothing to dull the sensation. She let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, her crimson eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
"Good" She said smoothly, though her voice betrayed a faint hitch. "Then you've no excuse for holding back."
The Commander's lips quirked into a small, almost predatory grin. "You might regret saying that."
"Oh?" She challenged, raising a delicate eyebrow as she reached up to loop her arms around his neck again. "Show me, then. Make me regret it, Darling."
He leaned forward, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her again, this time with more heat, more intent. Her smirk vanished as her lips parted to meet his, their breath mingling as the kiss deepened. His hands roamed down her sides, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her shirt to trace the bare skin of her waist. She responded with a delighted hum, her nails dragging lightly along the back of his neck in a way that sent shivers through him.
When they broke apart, her lips were swollen, her cheeks faintly flushed. Yet her composure, though slightly cracked, remained intact. "Not bad" She murmured, her voice soft and teasing. "But I think you can do better."
"Better?" He echoed, his tone light but his gaze darkening as his hands continued to explore the curve of her waist.
"Mm, yes," She said, her fingers toying idly with the collar of his jacket. "You've proven yourself... passionate. But I do enjoy seeing just how far you're willing to go when I push you." Her smirk returned, wicked and inviting.
His response was wordless this time. He leaned down, trailing kisses along her jawline and down the column of her neck, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin he knew so well. August's breath hitched as he worked his way lower, his hands slipping higher beneath her shirt.
"You're bold today" She whispered, her voice trembling slightly despite her confident words.
"Your fault" He murmured again, his words muffled against her skin.
"Mm" She hummed in response, tilting her head to give him better access. "Then I'll have to take responsibility, won't I?"
She let him have his way for a bit, his lips peppering her sensitive neck with kisses galore, slow, passionate nips at her skin braking the action in half before he started all over again. She knew well what his actions would look like in a few minutes but she didn't mind, she wore those red marks proudly.
"Had your fun Darling?" She quipped, easily pushing him off of her and to the side, climbing onto his lap with ease.
He looked up at her slightly stunned yet very much aroused, the tent in his pants evident. He could only manage a nod, a soft giggle escaping her lips at it as she leaned down to place a kiss against his lips.
"That's good. Now, want to help me take these off of you?" She quietly spoke, her hands trailing circles against his chest, her crimson eyes ever so alluring.
"Do we get to take those off of you too?" He asked, referring to the barely existent shirt that struggled to hide anything, most of the buttons now undone and teasing the existence of her red nipples.
She rolled her eyes, and with a very swift and proficient motion tore the clothing off of herself, his eyes going a bit wide at that.
"The thigh highs I will keep on. . .I am well aware of your little fetish for those" She teased, her smirk wide and powerful as a soft giggle escaped her lips.
"It's not-" He was quickly silenced by a kiss, her tongue smashing against his lips first and then his teeth, demanding the access that she had conquered time and time again. Quickly she was given it, all walls parting to give her access to his tongue, the two muscles now engaged in a fierce battle for control.
His hands snapped to her hips, fingers molding the skin beneath and drawing out low, heavy moans from her, ones that echoed into their kiss. Her own hands refused to remain idle, jumping to his hair in an effort to keep his head as still as possible.
Seconds went into the kiss without much thought, August at times bucking her hips against his own, rubbing her bare lower lips against the erection he was sporting. Her wetness seeped through as did her moans, a light groan or two escaping him too.
She pulled back from their kiss, her crimson eyes gleaming with both amusement and desire. Her lips, swollen from their intensity, curved into a sly smirk. "Look at you" She purred, her voice dripping with triumph. "Completely at my mercy, Darling. Isn't this where you belong?"
His hands gripped her hips tighter, his breathing unsteady as he met her gaze. "Maybe" He muttered, his voice rough. "But don't think I'm just going to let you tease me all day."
"Oh?" Her smirk widened as she tilted her head, one hand tracing lazy circles across his chest. "And what exactly are you going to do about it? You're under me, Darling." She leaned down, brushing her lips against his jaw, her breath warm and tantalizing. "Right where I want you."
Her words sent a shiver through him, but he didn't falter. "You can't expect me to sit still forever," He murmured, his hands sliding from her hips to her thighs, squeezing firmly.
Her chuckle was low and sultry. "I don't expect you to sit still" She whispered, her fingers running through his hair before gripping lightly to keep him in place. "I expect you to react. You're always so composed, always in control..." She trailed her lips along the line of his jaw, her tongue darting out to tease his skin. "...but I love watching you unravel."
His breath hitched as she shifted against him, her bare lower lips dragging along his erection, the damp fabric of his pants doing nothing to dull the sensation. She moved with calculated precision, every motion sending sparks of pleasure shooting through him.
"You're not playing fair" He muttered, his voice strained.
"Of course not" She replied, her smirk never wavering as her hips rolled against him again. "Fairness is for battles, Darling. This..." She leaned in closer, her crimson eyes inches from his. "...is about conquest."
He groaned softly, his hands gripping her thighs as his head tilted back. She took full advantage, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along his neck. Her tongue traced teasing paths, leaving trails of wet heat in her wake, and every now and then, her teeth grazed his skin just enough to make him shiver.
"You look good like this" She murmured against his neck, her voice low and velvety. "Flustered. Helpless. Mine."
A soft groan escaped his lips, her hand now pressing against his hardness, slowly, teasingly running her fingers up and down, enticing noticeable twitches from her man.
With practiced precision she started to ease his pants off of him, pulling down on the hem and with a bit of help from him, pulling them down enough to cross his knees where she would let them drop.
She didn't wait, doing the same with his underwear and revealing the erection she had been teasing, his tip red and cock very much alive. "Mmmmm~ Look at that. . . someone's horny" She cooed, her fingers, cold and slender wrapped around his length.
His breath hitched, gasps, low and needy escaping him as she begun to slowly pump up and down, her fingers pressing against the underside and massaging the veins that run along it. Her thumb pressed against the underside of the tip, drawing slow almost painful circles against the most sensitive of spots.
"August" Was the best he could manage, her name seeping out of his mouth in a form of a moan egging her on. She knew exactly what to do, where to touch and how to elicit all kinds of responses from her man and she planned on using that knowledge to drive him wild.
After all, after he lost control, it usually meant that her legs would stop working a sensation she oh so loved.
"Yes my Darling?" She whispered, her lips pressing against his ear, her tongue attacking the inside and filling his head with all kinds of lewd sounds. He froze, twitches and low moans the only things he could produce as she jerked him off slowly. The longer he remained silent the more she added, letting her chest fall against his, his tip now pressing against her tummy as she leaned down, her tongue never stopping.
Slowly she picked up the pace, pre cum being used as lube as her fingers toyed with his tip, her grip easing more and more of his juices out of him. At times their eyes would meet, his cock twitching every time they did.
"You might cum if I go on~" She moaned, switching to his other ear and flooding it with the same treatment she had given to the one before. She leaned down more, her soft, sweaty skin against his tip as her fingers closed harder just at the base of his tip. "I don't mind Darling. . ." She cooed.
"You can cum, douse my tummy with your warm cum. . .paint my body in your essence. Do you want to? Do you want to cum?"
The Commander's breath was a ragged mess, his chest rising and falling rapidly as August's voice wrapped around him like a silken cord, pulling him further into her control. Her crimson eyes, half-lidded with mischief and desire, bore into his own, and he swore his cock twitched harder every time their gazes locked.
"August..." He managed again, his voice trembling as her fingers continued their torturous work. Every slow stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, her touch firm and deliberate, but never giving him quite enough to push him over the edge.
"Yes, Darling?" She whispered, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear. Her tongue darted out, trailing a wet line along its edge before sucking gently on his earlobe. "Say it. I want to hear what you're thinking."
His hands clenched reflexively at her thighs, his fingers digging into the supple flesh as her pace increased slightly. The slick sounds of her hand working his cock filled the air, mingling with her low moans and his shallow gasps.
Her fingers tightened slightly around him, her strokes becoming firmer as she pumped him steadily, her grip alternating between firm and teasingly light. The Commander's head tilted back, a low groan escaping him as his hips bucked involuntarily into her touch.
"Mmm~ That's it" She cooed, her voice thick with desire. "I can feel how close you are. Do you want to let go, Darling? Do you want to show me just how much I affect you?"
His response was a choked gasp, his body trembling beneath her as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against his neck now. Her tongue traced lazy circles against his skin, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine.
"Go ahead" She whispered, her voice barely audible but no less commanding. "Cum for me, Darling. Paint me with your desire."
Her words were the final push he needed. His hands gripped her thighs with bruising intensity as his hips jerked forward, a guttural moan tearing from his throat as he came undone. Thick, hot ropes of cum spilled from him, coating her stomach and dripping down her skin.
August gasped softly, her eyes widening slightly as she felt the heat of him against her. She looked down, her smirk returning as she ran a finger through the mess he'd made, her crimson eyes flicking back up to meet his.
"Such a good boy" She murmured, her tone equal parts teasing and affectionate. "Look at what you've done to me."
She leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his lips as her hand gently milked the last of his release from him, her fingers slowing but never fully stopping. When she finally pulled back, her smirk was softer, her gaze warm.
"I'll take that as proof of how much you needed me" She said, her voice light but laced with satisfaction. She leaned back slightly, giving him a full view of her cum-streaked stomach. "Now... what am I going to do about this mess, Darling?"
He wasn't given a second to answer, her fingers quickly running against all the cum he had shot out, collecting it, before they were brought over to her mouth, gliding just in front of it so he could see her tongue collecting all the warm essence.
She made sure that her gulps were visible, his cock slowly springing back to life as she swallowed his load with gusto.
"Tasty~" She moaned out, her hand darting over to a bottle of wine she had prepared for this occasion. Her fingers forced the cork off with ease, the witch bothering not with glasses as he titled the bottle just enough to get the red liquid flowing inside her.
One, two, three, heavy gulps of wine went down her throat, lines of the red escaping her lips and flowing down her body, most going to the valley of her breasts, a few down her breasts and to her nipples.
With a content sigh she let the bottle down, her eyes slightly unfocused and her cheeks red. "Lick me clean" She ordered, leaning her head and body back to give him as much access as he could ever ask for.
The sexiness of the situation did much in propelling him forward, his tongue darting to her neck when he begun to trail the long lines of red. He licked and sucked her sensitive skin, the faint taste of the rich wine mixed in with her sweat.
"Ah yes~" She moaned out, her hand on his head and helping her in pressing his lips harder against her skin. "Worship me Darling. . .show me how much you love me!" Her tone jumped as his teeth bit down on her neck, a red, possessive mark now adorning her proud figure.
"Oh gods yes. . ." She whispered, her eyes meeting his. ". . .I don't think my uniform covers that Darling. Everyone will be able to see your mark"
The Commander’s lips curved into a sly grin against her neck as he pressed another kiss just below the fresh mark he’d left. “Good” He murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “Let them see it. Let them know you’re mine.”
August’s breath hitched, her crimson eyes wide for a fleeting moment before a slow, sultry smirk spread across her face. “Bold words, Darling” She purred, her fingers threading through his hair and tugging gently. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”
He didn’t respond with words. Instead, his tongue darted out to trace another trail of wine dripping from her skin, this time following a path down to the curve of her collarbone. The rich, heady taste of the wine mingled with the saltiness of her sweat, creating a flavor as intoxicating as the woman herself.
August’s head tilted back further, her chest rising and falling as her breathing grew heavier. “Mmm~ That’s it” She moaned, her free hand coming to rest on his shoulder for balance. “Worship me, Darling. Show me just how devoted you are.”
He obeyed with fervor, his lips and tongue continuing their journey down her body. Every inch of her skin he tasted drew more moans from her lips, each sound spurring him on as he worked to clean the crimson streaks that adorned her. When he reached the valley of her breasts, he hesitated for just a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet hers.
Her gaze burned into him, her smirk full of challenge. “Don’t stop now” She said, her voice almost a growl. “Or do I have to remind you who’s in charge?”
He grinned, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts as his tongue darted out to catch a drop of wine trailing toward her nipple. August gasped sharply, her fingers tightening in his hair as he took her breast into his mouth, his tongue swirling around her hardened peak.
“Ah, yes!” She moaned, her body arching into him as he lavished attention on her. “That’s it, Darling. Just like that.”
The wine only served to heighten the experience, its taste mingling with the natural sweetness of her skin. He alternated between her breasts, licking and sucking at the drops of wine that had escaped earlier, leaving faint red stains on his lips. August’s moans grew louder, her grip on him firm as she lost herself in the sensations he was giving her.
“Perfect” She whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure. “You’re perfect, Darling.”
He hummed in response, the vibrations drawing a sharp gasp from her. "Your fingers. Play with my hole Darling. Please me"
He did as asked, a hand shooting down to her legs, spreading the covered thighs with ease and teasing the wet lower lips of the woman above. Her hips bucked against his fingers as his tongue continued to tease and flick her nipples, his other hand playing with the side that his mouth hadn't occupied.
Sharp, needy moans escaped her lips as he spread her open, two fingers teasing the entrance all the while his thumb searched for her clit. With practiced precision he teased the little nub into showing it self, the hard, pinkish thing eager to be toyed with.
Her head fell against his shoulder, horns against his neck, her mouth gasping against his skin as drool escaped her pretty lips.
His fingers begun to ease inside, spreading her walls and pressing against the bumps and dents that she felt the most. His middle shot up, pressing against a spot that had drew out louder and louder moans, the slight bump evident against her stomach.
German pleas and curses escaped her lips, three fingers now spreading her open, a thumb against her clit and her nipples teased and played with had her shivering in pleasure.
“Darling” She whimpered, her voice unsteady, her breath hot against his neck. “You’re going to make me—ahh!”
His fingers curled inside her, finding that sweet, sensitive spot once more, pressing against it with unrelenting precision. His thumb circled her clit in rhythm, flicking and teasing the swollen nub as he felt her body tighten around him. Her walls pulsed and clenched against his fingers, her moans breaking into high-pitched cries as he drove her closer to the edge.
“Louder” He murmured, his lips trailing along the line of her jaw before capturing her earlobe between his teeth. “Let me hear you, August.”
Her head shot back, her blue hair cascading down her back as her voice broke free in a cascade of unrestrained moans. Her hands clawed at his shoulders for balance, her nails digging into his skin as her body trembled.
“Ja—mehr! Right there—don’t stop, Darling!” Her German accent thickened as her words devolved into desperate pleas, her hips bucking wildly against his hand.
The Commander leaned forward, his lips closing around her neglected nipple once more, his tongue flicking and sucking at the hardened peak. Her nails raked down his back, the sting only spurring him on as he increased the pace of his fingers, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Her thighs clamped around him, her entire body shaking as a loud, guttural moan tore from her throat. “Yes—Ja! Oh gods, Darling—I’m—!”
She shattered against him, her release washing over her in waves as her walls clamped down around his fingers. Her body convulsed, her nails digging into his skin as her cries echoed in his ears. Her juices spilled over his hand, dripping onto his thighs as she rode out the intense high, her hips twitching and grinding against him in aftershocks of pleasure.
He didn’t stop, his fingers easing her through the peak, his thumb still gently circling her oversensitive clit. August whimpered softly, her body jerking with each touch, her head falling forward to rest against his shoulder.
“Perfect” He whispered against her ear, his voice filled with awe as he kissed the curve of her neck. “You’re incredible, August.”
She let out a breathy laugh, her voice trembling as she tried to regain her composure. “I could say the same about you” She murmured, lifting her head just enough to look at him. Her crimson eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushed and glowing with satisfaction.
Her hands slid up his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as she caught her breath. “But don’t think for a second that I’m done with you” She said, her smirk returning, though it was softer now, tempered by the warmth in her gaze. “I intend to make you feel everything I just felt.”
Her words sent a fresh jolt of anticipation through him, his cock twitching back to life as she shifted in his lap, her hands sliding down his torso. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a soft, lingering kiss before she pulled back, her smirk widening.
“Now” She purred, her voice dripping with wicked intent. “Shall we continue?”
She raised herself up just enough, her lower lips lining themselves up with his cock. Their eyes met, lust and need washing over them as he dropped his hands to her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh.
An idea crossed his mind and just as she was about to lower herself, she felt a push against her legs, her support crumbling and her ass now against the couch they were occupying. A yelp escaped her at the suddenness of the action but excitement quickly took over as he stood above her.
"It's not right of me to have you ride me now is it? Especially since you love being pressed down" He spoke, her eyes going a bit wide before a smirk overtook her face.
August’s smirk deepened as she leaned back against the cushions, her crimson eyes narrowing with both amusement and challenge. Her violet hair fanned out around her, framing her face like a queen awaiting her consort’s attention.
“Pressed down, hm?” She echoed, her voice thick with teasing mockery. “Bold of you to think you can keep me under control, Darling.”
The Commander’s lips twitched into a sly grin as he knelt between her legs, his hands sliding up her thighs with deliberate slowness. “We’ll see about that,” He murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver through her.
Her thighs parted instinctively, granting him full access as his hands roamed over her skin, his thumbs brushing against her inner thighs. He leaned forward, his body hovering just above hers as his lips found her ear.
“You love it” He whispered, his breath warm and tantalizing. “Being pinned down, unable to move. Knowing you’re completely at my mercy.”
Her breath hitched, her composure wavering just slightly as she felt his cock brush against her wetness, teasing her entrance. “Mmm~ You’re learning, Darling” She purred, her tone laced with both amusement and anticipation. “But talk is cheap. Prove it.”
He didn’t need further encouragement. His hands shot to her wrists, pinning them above her head in a single, fluid motion. The shift in position left her breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he hovered over her, his body pressing hers into the plush cushions beneath them.
“Like this?” He asked, his voice thick with desire, his eyes locked on hers.
Her smirk faltered for the briefest of moments, replaced by a flicker of vulnerability that only made her more alluring. “Exactly like this” She murmured, her voice softer now, tinged with longing.
His lips crashed against hers in a fierce, dominating kiss, his tongue claiming hers as his grip on her wrists tightened just enough to remind her of her position. Her moans vibrated against his mouth, her body arching into him as he shifted his hips, his cock rubbing against her slick folds.
“Please” She whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with both need and defiance.
He smirked, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. “What was that?” He asked, his tone light but his eyes dark with intent. “I don’t think I heard you.”
“Don’t play with me, Darling” She growled, her crimson eyes blazing. “You know exactly what I want.”
“Say it” He murmured, his lips brushing against hers, teasing her with fleeting contact.
Her head tilted back, her breath coming in sharp gasps as her body writhed beneath him. “I want you inside me” She admitted, her voice barely audible but filled with raw, unfiltered desire.
He rewarded her honesty by thrusting into her in a single, powerful motion, the sudden stretch drawing a loud, unrestrained moan from her lips. Her back arched off the cushions, her thighs clamping around his waist as he filled her completely.
“August” He groaned, his voice rough as he fought to keep control.
“Yes—Darling!” She cried, her hands straining against his hold as her body trembled with pleasure.
He didn’t give her time to adjust, his hips moving in slow, deliberate thrusts that left her gasping with each stroke. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that spurred him on as he drove deeper, harder, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing around them.
“Is this what you wanted?” He asked, his voice low and hoarse as he leaned down to nip at her neck.
“Yes!” She cried, her head tilting back to expose more of her skin to his eager mouth. “Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop, Darling!”
Her words only fueled him, his pace quickening as his grip on her wrists tightened. He kissed and bit along her neck and shoulders, marking her with red and purple blooms that would linger long after their tryst was over.
Any semblance of control she had left was shattered, her words and thoughts escaping her as he pressed down against her, hard, quick thrusts making her brain into mush.
She felt it all, his cock stretching her open each and every time, his tip kissing the deepest parts of her, all the while his hands kept her in place, under him, just like how she had wanted this to end up from the start.
Bites and kisses, licks and nips, all against her sweaty skin, all there to cement the ownership of her being to him. She loved it all, her walls tightening around his cock with the aim only to please the now dominant Commander.
The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—her breathless cries and his low groans blending with the rhythmic slap of their bodies meeting. August was completely lost in the moment, her crimson eyes glazed over with pleasure as her thoughts dissolved into incoherent need. Every thrust sent shockwaves through her, his cock stretching and filling her in ways that left her utterly undone.
“Darling…” She whimpered, her voice trembling as her hips bucked instinctively to meet his movements. Her walls clenched around him, squeezing tight and drawing a sharp gasp from his lips.
“Good girl” He murmured against her ear, his breath hot and ragged. His words sent a jolt through her, her body arching beneath him as his hands shifted to her thighs, pulling them higher around his waist to deepen his angle.
“Ah—yes!” She cried out, her head falling back as the new position allowed him to press even deeper, his tip brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her that made her toes curl. Her nails dug into the cushions beneath her, her body trembling with every thrust.
“You feel incredible” He groaned, his voice thick with desire. His lips returned to her neck, kissing and biting with abandon, leaving behind a trail of marks that matched the ones he’d already left on her chest and shoulders.
Her responses only grew louder, her voice rising in pitch as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. “More—please!” She begged, her words tumbling from her lips without thought. “I’m so close, Darling—don’t stop—don’t you dare stop!”
His grip on her thighs tightened as he obeyed, his pace quickening, each thrust harder and more precise. Her slick heat gripped him perfectly, and he could feel her trembling beneath him, her body teetering on the brink.
“That’s it” He growled, his voice rough with control as his hands slid to her waist, holding her steady beneath him. “Cum for me, August. I want to feel you.”
Her cries grew sharper, her body arching off the cushions as his words pushed her over the edge. She shattered around him, her walls clamping down on his cock as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
“Darling!” She screamed, her nails clawing at his back as she came undone beneath him. Her legs tightened around his waist, holding him close as her body convulsed with pleasure.
He didn’t stop, riding out her orgasm as he continued to thrust into her, chasing his own release. Her trembling form beneath him, the way her body squeezed him so perfectly—it was too much to endure.
“August” He groaned, his voice strained as his hips stuttered. His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her flush against him as he buried himself deep inside her, his release spilling into her with a low, guttural moan.
They remained like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling as they came down from the heights of their passion. Sweat glistened on their skin, their hearts pounding in unison as the intensity of the moment ebbed into a gentle calm.
August let out a soft, breathless laugh, her chest still heaving as she gazed up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Darling,” She murmured, her voice warm and affectionate, though tinged with exhaustion. “You’ve outdone yourself.”
He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before resting his against hers. “Only because you push me” He replied, his tone tender.
She smirked, her hands sliding up to rest against his chest. “And I’ll never stop” She said, her voice filled with a playful promise.
“Good” He whispered, his lips brushing against hers in a slow, lingering kiss. “Because I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Chapter 9: Draconic Maid
Summary:
It's here. The chapter you have all been asking for. It's not the longest sitting at almost 7k words but's certainly the most sex filled. Shimanto was feeling quite the need in this one.
Notes:
With Shimanto now done, comment who you would like to see next!
Chapter Text
The Commander's Quarters-Early Afternoon
The Commander pushed the door to his quarters open, his mind still buzzing with the mountain of work left unfinished on his desk. Morning meetings had bled into a tiresome lunch break spent mediating a dispute between Akashi and the dock workers. He barely registered the slight creak of the door before stepping inside, a sigh of exhaustion escaping him.
The sight before him stopped him cold.
Shimanto stood in the middle of his spotless room, holding a feather duster. But it wasn't just her presence—or the immaculate state of his quarters—that caught his attention. It was the outfit.
Her usual flowing robes had been replaced with a fitted maid dress. The black-and-white fabric clung to her curves, the hemline teasingly short, with delicate lace details accenting the apron and headdress she wore. Her horns and tail only added to the surreal elegance of her appearance, her tail swishing lazily behind her as if it were completely natural for her to be dressed like this.
"Welcome back, Commander~!" Her voice was smooth, playful, and utterly self-assured as she turned toward him, her crimson eyes sparkling with mischief. She gave him a small curtsy, the feather duster twirling deftly in her fingers. "How do you like it? Your room? And... me?"
The Commander blinked, his mouth opening slightly as he looked past her to take in the state of his quarters. His usually chaotic desk had been meticulously arranged, stacks of paperwork organized with precision, and the bed was made to perfection, the sheets crisp and tucked neatly. The faint scent of lavender hung in the air, calming and soothing.
But it wasn't the state of the room that held his focus. His gaze returned to her, trailing down the length of her dress and taking in every detail—the ribbons at her waist, the delicate frills that lined the edge of her apron, the smooth stockings that disappeared under the hem of her skirt. . . those he wanted to reach the end of.
"Shimanto..." His voice was low, his tone a mix of surprise and disbelief. "What... what's all this?"
She tapped a clawed finger against her lips, tilting her head slightly as if feigning thought. "Let's call it a surprise." Her tail flicked behind her, her grin widening. "I thought you deserved some pampering after all the hard work you've been doing lately. So, I decided..." She stepped closer, the soft click of her heels punctuating her words. "Why not spend the day as your dutiful maid?"
His brow rose slightly, his earlier exhaustion melting away as he looked up at her. "A maid, huh?" The corners of his mouth tugged upward, his grin matching hers. "I'll admit, I wasn't expecting this when I walked in."
"Well, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if you were." She rested a hand on her hip, leaning slightly toward him. "What do you think? Worth the trouble?"
His eyes softened as he took a step closer, his gaze fixed on hers. "More than worth it. But I have to ask... how did this come about?"
Her smile turned sly, and she leaned in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to a low purr. "Let's just say Akashi had a hand in it. She called it a 'proof of concept.' Something about limited-edition outfits for the fleet." Her claws twitched slightly as she gestured, brushing off the technicalities. "But this one's just for us."
He chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "I should've known Akashi was involved."
"Of course." Shimanto's grin widened, and she took another step toward him, her presence commanding despite the playful nature of her attire. "So, Commander... what do you think? Do I pass inspection?"
He tilted his head, his grin turning lopsided as he reached out and gently tugged at the edge of her apron. "You pass" He said, his voice soft but teasing. "Though I might need a closer look before I can make my final judgment."
Her eyes gleamed with amusement, and she leaned closer, their faces just inches apart. "Careful, Commander. If you're not careful, this maid might get some ideas of her own."
He swallowed, his breath catching slightly as she lingered close. "What kind of ideas?" He asked, his voice quieter now, edged with curiosity.
Her lips curved into a smile, her voice dropping to a whisper as she brushed her fingers lightly along his jawline. "Why don't I show you?"
She closed the distance between them with deliberate grace, her movements fluid and confident. Her claws trailed lightly down his arm as she guided him toward the small sitting area in the corner of the room. When his knees bumped against the edge of the chair, she gave him a gentle nudge, her hands firm but playful as she pushed him into the seat.
"Now" She murmured, stepping back just enough to let her presence dominate his view "What can this humble maid do for her beloved Commander?"
He tilted his head back to meet her gaze, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and something deeper. "Well, you've already cleaned the room... and you've definitely brightened my day." His voice dropped slightly, taking on a teasing note. "I think you've earned a break."
"A break?" She raised a brow, her grin never faltering. "Oh no, Commander. I said I'd be your maid for the day, and I meant it." Her tail swayed behind her as she leaned forward, her hands resting on the armrests of his chair. "So? Shall I fetch you some tea? Or perhaps..." Her voice turned sultry, her crimson eyes locking onto his. "Something else?"
His breath hitched as her words lingered in the air between them, her intent clear in every movement, every look. His fingers twitched slightly against the armrests, the temptation to pull her closer almost overwhelming.
"You're really serious about this, aren't you?" He asked, his voice quiet but thick with anticipation.
"Completely." Her lips curved into a slow, confident smile as she straightened, her hands gliding along the edges of her apron. "Now, Commander..." She reached out, tracing a delicate line along his jaw. "Let me take care of you properly."
The maid didn't seem to hesitate for a second, dropping to her knees and letting her hands fall to hem of his pants. "Oh. . ." He mouthed, surprise evident in his eyes as she seemed to take complete control of the situation.
"Surprised Master? Even after all I have told you?" She questioned, pulling down his pants with practiced ease, her red powerful eyes landing on the small tent he had begun to pitch. "At least this part of you seems to be honest~" She cooed, leaning forward to press a kiss against his covered length.
The Commander could only sigh, his arousal quickly mounting and his resistance to her charms well and truly gone. "So I can order you around for today?"
The shipgirl looked up at him, nodding with sincerity in her eyes before sitting back, arms one atop another on her thighs as she patiently waited for her orders.
The Commander exhaled slowly, his composure slipping with every passing moment. Shimanto's display of confidence, her playfulness mixed with devotion, sent a thrill racing through him. His mind spun as he tried to reconcile the teasing yet earnest gaze she leveled at him from her position on the floor, the contrast between her usual commanding presence and her role as his "maid" for the day almost too much to handle.
"If I really can order you around" He began, his voice steadier than he felt "Then I want you to start by coming up here." He patted his lap, his breath hitching slightly at his own audacity.
Shimanto's lips curved into a sly smile, and she rose gracefully to her feet, her movements fluid and deliberate. Her tail swayed behind her as she stepped closer, taking her time as though savoring the power she held over him.
She leaned in, one knee resting on the cushion of the chair before she straddled his lap, her weight settling against him with an intimacy that made his pulse quicken.
"Like this, Master?" She murmured, her voice low and velvety as her arms slid around his neck, pulling them closer together.
"Exactly like this" He replied, his hands coming to rest on her hips, the warmth of her skin seeping through the fabric of her dress. He could feel the subtle, tantalizing press of her curves against him, and it was all he could do to maintain a semblance of control.
Her crimson eyes bore into his, and her smile softened slightly as she reached up to brush a strand of his hair out of his face. "You know, you're awfully cute when you're flustered, Commander" She teased, her lips just a breath away from his. "It makes me want to spoil you even more."
He couldn't help but laugh, the tension between them melting into something warmer, more comfortable. "Spoil me, huh? Isn't that what you're already doing?"
"Not even close" She replied with a grin, leaning in to capture his lips in a kiss that started slow and teasing but quickly deepened into something more fervent. Her fingers threaded through his hair as she pressed herself closer, and his hands tightened on her waist, pulling her flush against him.
When they finally broke apart, her breath was warm against his cheek, her gaze heavy-lidded with affection and desire. "What are your orders. Master~"
He rolled his eyes and decided to go with it fully, a light smirk now on his lips. "Take the little bow off your neck" He ordered, Shimanto doing so with ease, her raised hands accentuating her lovely breasts that seemed to be spilling into her wear.
Once that was done, he smiled, leaning down to place slow, burning kisses on her neck and bare shoulders, his teeth grazing her soft skin ever so often. Her breath hitched at the sensation but she didn't back away, instead using her hands to push her hair out of his way, sliding most of her locks behind her ears.
"Why do I feel like this maid outfit came with no underwear?" He teasingly asked, his hands shuffling up her body and to her breasts, cupping both orbs and moving them around.
A light gasp escaped her lips but she didn't hesitate to answer truthfully. "It did. . .I just didn't wear any Master~" She responded, a light chuckle escaping his lips after she did. "How lewd~"
His hands continued to play with her breasts, his face now having backed away from her perfect neck, it previously pure white, now riddled with red marks and spit. He smiled at his mark, then leaned up to capture her lips, the maid offering no resistance as he did so.
Her lips parted first, followed by her teeth, her tongue submitting to his instantly and inviting it to explore her mouth as she aimed to please as much as possible. Soft hums of approval started to escape her as he begun to play with her tongue, it longer than most, did little to battle his own.
Her body shifted to accommodate his need to touch her, her thighs now next to his, rubbing against each other as she leaned her chest further forward, his fingers digging into her skin and slowly peeling the thin black fabric off of her.
Her hands moved down, undoing her sash and letting her clothing slowly ease itself off of her. After that was done they quickly went to his neck and cheek, her fingers going up and down his sensitive skin, eliciting soft gasps and shivers of pleasure from her man.
The sounds of their making out had filled the room completely, the ruffling of clothing occasionally breaking the new norm as her maid outfit was slowly eased off of her, her thighs still rubbing against his.
As the last of Shimanto's maid outfit slipped from her shoulders and pooled around her waist, her pale skin glowed in the soft light streaming through the window. The Commander's breath caught for a moment, his hands trailing over her newly bared skin, marveling at the smooth warmth under his touch.
His thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts, fingers easing the pair up a little before he wrapped his fingers around the white orbs, slowly closing in on the pinkness of her chest.
Shimanto's soft hums of approval deepened into quiet, breathless moans as his hands roamed her body, tracing her curves with deliberate care. Her tail swished behind her, curling occasionally in response to his touch, and her claws gently grazed his shoulders, adding just a hint of her own brand of teasing affection.
Finally they parted, a bridge of saliva connecting their lips, one she quickly broke to eat up with her tongue before parting again, a wild smile on her face. "Master~" She gasped out, his new title coming out of her lips breathlessly, the sound ever so alluring.
"Shimanto. . ." He gasped out, his eyes unfocused as she bucked her bare lower lips against his erection. "I think a blowjob would be a good start" He groaned.
Shimanto’s smile deepened at his words, her crimson eyes locking onto his with a mischievous glint. "As you command, Master~" She purred, her voice low and dripping with affection and seduction. Slowly, she slid off his lap, her movements fluid and deliberate, her tail swishing behind her in playful arcs.
She knelt before him, her hands gently resting on his thighs. The sight alone sent a jolt through him—her pale, graceful form, her long white hair cascading over her shoulders, and the sheer confidence in her every move. Her claws trailed lightly along the fabric of his boxers, teasing him with barely-there touches that made his body tense in anticipation.
"You seem tense, Master" She teased, her voice lilting with feigned innocence. "Don’t worry—I’ll take care of you."
With practiced ease, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down, her sharp gaze never leaving his face. As his length sprang free, her grin widened, a mix of admiration and amusement flickering across her face. "Oh, Master~" She cooed, leaning in closer. "You really were looking forward to this, weren’t you?"
He could barely respond, his breath catching as her warm fingers wrapped gently around him, stroking slowly at first, her touch soft and teasing. She leaned forward, her lips pressing a delicate kiss against his tip, her eyes flicking upward to watch his reaction. His body stiffened slightly, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, and she chuckled softly, the vibration sending a shiver through him.
"Relax" She murmured, her tongue flicking out to trace along his length, her pace deliberate and maddeningly slow. "This maid knows exactly what her Master needs."
Her lips parted, and she took him into her mouth, her warm tongue swirling around him as she began to work. Her pace was steady but purposeful, her head bobbing in a rhythm that made his hips twitch involuntarily. He groaned, his fingers gripping the armrests of his chair as he fought to keep some semblance of control, the wet heat of her mouth and the soft hums of approval she made driving him to the edge.
"Shimanto…" He gasped, his voice strained as he glanced down at her. The sight of her there, fully devoted to him, her cheeks hollowing with every movement, was almost too much to bear.
She pulled back slightly, her tongue flicking out to tease his tip as she smiled up at him. "Yes, Master?" She asked sweetly, her voice soft but dripping with playful intent.
He groaned again, his hand instinctively reaching out to thread through her hair, guiding her gently back to him. She obliged without hesitation, taking him deeper this time, her tongue working skillfully to draw out every sound of pleasure she could from him.
Her claws lightly grazed his thighs, adding a hint of sharpness to the overwhelming warmth and wetness of her mouth. Her tail curled behind her, her own arousal evident in the way her thighs pressed together, but her focus remained entirely on him, her movements precise and unrelenting.
Each sound he made, every twitch of his body under her touch, only spurred her on. She quickened her pace, the wet sounds of her efforts filling the room alongside his increasingly labored breathing.
"Shimanto, I—" He began, his voice breaking slightly as the sensation overwhelmed him. She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, her lips still teasingly close to him as she smirked.
"Not yet" She whispered, her tone commanding yet full of affection. "I’m not done spoiling you, Master."
And with that, she straightened her back, pooling her breasts in her arms before wrapping the two white orbs around his cock, suffocating it in a pleasurful bubble of soft skin. "Oh my~ It seems I have underestimated my Master's cock" She moaned out, clearly referring to the tip of his cock that managed to spring out of her lock.
He could only groan out a response, the newfound pleasure almost enough to push him over the edge then and there, the sight of Shimanto lustfully looking at his member an inch too tantalizing.
"Shall I pleasure it too Master~?" She cooed, leaning down just enough to place a slow, torturous kiss on his tip, one that made him twitch whole.
He offered a weak nod, one she would gladly run wild with as she let her tongue drop out of her mouth, showcasing it's length. Spit coated it, droplets now falling onto her breasts to be used as lube, her throat wide and ready to drink up all the warm cum she had churned up.
Without wasting a second more she wrapped it whole around his tip, finally hiding away the last of his member as she started to bob her chest up and down, her nipples purposefully turned to the inside to graze his twitching member.
Her tongue, teased, licked and played with his tip, the tip of it lapping up all the pre-cum he produced and swallowing it without a second of hesitation. Her tail swung wildly behind her, the pleasure she felt from driving him wild evident, the carpet bellow her soaked in her own excitement.
"Cum Master~ Please coat my mouth with your warm cum~" Her lewd begging rung in his head, his, his hips bucking against the movements of her breasts as he tried to maximize his pleasure. Her response was sound, upping the speed at which she pleased him and letting her tongue run wild.
His hand forced her head down, her hair now a mess with his fingers, her lips now once again on his tip as he twitched wildly in her bust.
"Cumming" Came the hoarse declaration, Shimanto moaning in her blowjob as warm ropes of thick cum were shot into her throat, her boobs and tongue never stopping as she wanted to milk him dry.
Even as his orgasm begun to subside she still tried to coerce more and more of his cum out of him, drawing out lone, weaker spurts of cum into her mouth, lapping the residue with her tongue and leaving him a shivering mess.
"So tasty~" She moaned out, her voice filling his head and quickly enticing the last spurt, one that she swallowed just as quick.
Finally she pulled back, her lips red and puffy, her eyes focused and lustful, a hair or two of his on her face. She opened her mouth, using a finger of hers to spread it open, no cum of his was left, she had swallowed it.
He felt his cheeks burn at the mere sight, the memory now burned into his brain forever more.
"Did Master enjoy my sloppy blowjob?" She asked, so calm and composed as if she hadn't just sucked the life out of him.
The Commander could only stare at her, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to catch his breath. His body still trembled with the aftershocks of his release, every nerve alight from the overwhelming pleasure she’d given him.
Shimanto knelt before him like a vision of sin, her disheveled hair framing her face, lips glistening with the remnants of their shared passion, and crimson eyes locked onto his with a mixture of playful teasing and genuine satisfaction.
“I’d say… that was more than enjoyable” He managed, his voice hoarse but laced with a weak chuckle. “You… you completely outdid yourself, Shimanto.”
Her lips curled into a smug grin as she straightened her posture, placing her hands daintily on her thighs while her tail flicked behind her, the movement betraying her excitement. “I’m glad to hear that, Master~” She cooed, her tone dripping with mischief.
The maid fell on her back, her eyes never his. Confusion washed over him for a second, though the movements of her hands quickly betrayed what she wanted.
Her clawed fingers spread her lower lips, her juices freely flowing out, the carpet bellow stained. Her chest rose and fell, her nipples were hard, red and begging for attention, her lips too.
Her toes curled from just imagining the pleasure that she was begging for before she finally begged like the good little maid she was. "Please fuck Master~ Use your maid to your heart's content"
Her words rung inside his head like the greatest melody there ever was and within seconds he was hard once more, already right above her.
The Commander loomed over Shimanto, his heart pounding with renewed vigor as her words echoed in his mind. She was sprawled beneath him like a vision of unrestrained desire, her pale skin glowing in the afternoon light, her tail curling and twitching in anticipation. Her crimson eyes were half-lidded, gazing up at him with a mixture of submission and playful defiance, daring him to take what she so willingly offered.
His hands found their way to her thighs, fingers pressing into her soft, supple skin as he spread her legs further apart, exposing the glistening heat of her arousal. Her breath hitched at the contact, a needy whimper escaping her lips.
“Shimanto” He murmured, his voice deep and laden with need. “You’re going to drive me insane.”
“That’s the idea, Master~” She replied breathlessly, her claws lightly grazing his arms as she reached up to pull him closer. “You’re not holding back, are you? Not with your maid begging so sweetly for you.”
Her words were the spark that ignited him. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, their mouths colliding with fervent passion. Her body arched into his as her arms wrapped around his neck, her tail curling around his waist to pull him even closer. The heat between them was unbearable, and the wet friction of her body against his sent shockwaves through him.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck to the delicate curve of her collarbone. He nipped at her skin, eliciting soft gasps and moans that only fueled his hunger. His hands moved instinctively, one sliding to her chest to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over the hardened peak while the other found its way between her legs.
Her hips bucked against his hand as his fingers teased her folds, sliding through her slickness with ease. “So wet already” He murmured, his voice heavy with approval. “You really are needy for me, aren’t you?”
“Always” She gasped, her voice trembling as he pressed a finger into her, her body clenching around him. “I’m yours, Master. Do whatever you want to me.”
Her words sent a shiver through him, and he could feel his restraint slipping away. With one final kiss to her lips, he positioned himself against her entrance, his length teasing her, eliciting another needy whimper.
“Tell me, Shimanto” He said, his voice low and commanding as he held himself there, the anticipation making her writhe beneath him. “What do you want?”
“I want you” She moaned, her claws digging lightly into his back as she tried to pull him closer. “I want all of you, Master. Please… take me.”
Her desperate plea was all he needed. With one firm, fluid motion, he pushed into her, her body stretching to accommodate him. She cried out, a mix of pleasure and relief as he filled her completely, her tail tightening around his waist as if to anchor him in place.
“Shimanto,” He groaned, his voice strained as her warmth enveloped him, drawing him deeper into her. “You feel incredible.”
Her nails raked down his back, leaving faint trails of heat as she clung to him, her body moving instinctively to meet his thrusts. “You… you’re perfect, Master” She breathed, her voice trembling as their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, each motion sending waves of pleasure coursing through them both.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hips rising to meet his every movement, the wet sound of their bodies joining filling the room. Her moans grew louder, her voice breaking as he drove into her with increasing intensity, her body arching against him with every thrust.
“More” She begged, her tail twitching wildly as she clung to him. “Please, Master… don’t stop!”
He leaned down, capturing her lips again as he obliged, his movements becoming faster and more urgent, the sheer heat between them driving him to the edge. Her cries of pleasure echoed in his ears, spurring him on as her body tightened around him, pulling him deeper into her with every thrust.
"Fuck~ Master. . .fuck please yes yes yes~" Suddenly she tightened all around him, her walls clamping down on his cock as if trying to squeeze his soul out of him. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her tongue almost falling out of her mouth.
He didn't stop for a second, his hips slamming against her ass with increased fervor as he fucked her through her orgasm, her claws drawing lines of red down his back that only drove him more mad for her.
He continued ramming into her, the second she gained a semblance of control quickly taken away from her as he claimed her lips, her brain deprived of oxygen and filled with lustful noises and pleasure.
Shimanto's moans turned into incoherent cries as her body was pushed past its limits, her mind swimming in a haze of overwhelming pleasure. Her tail thrashed wildly beneath them, her thighs trembling as she tried to lock him in place, though it was futile. The Commander's relentless thrusts only grew more intense, his own restraint eroding with every gasp and shiver she gave him.
“Master~!” She cried out, her voice breaking into a desperate whimper as another wave of ecstasy coursed through her, her entire body convulsing in his arms. Her claws clutched at his back, her breaths ragged and uneven, and yet her hips continued to rise and meet his, her body craving every second of contact despite being completely overwhelmed.
“Shimanto…” His voice was hoarse, his breaths shallow as he leaned down, burying his face in the crook of her neck. The soft, sweet scent of her skin mixed with the heat radiating off her body was intoxicating. His teeth grazed her neck, drawing another sharp gasp from her as her legs wrapped tighter around his waist.
"You're… amazing," He managed to gasp out between thrusts, his voice dripping with admiration and desire. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers pressing into her skin with enough force to leave faint marks as he pulled her closer, his body grinding against hers in perfect rhythm.
Her head lolled back, her horns brushing against the floor as she cried out again, her body trembling beneath him. Her crimson eyes fluttered open briefly, locking onto his with a mixture of adoration and raw, unfiltered lust. “Master, please” She whimpered, her voice barely a whisper. “Don’t stop… I want all of you. Give me everything.”
The sheer need in her voice was enough to push him to the edge. His pace became erratic, his movements driven by instinct and pure passion as he chased the building wave of his release. Shimanto’s walls clenched around him once more, pulling him deeper, her body completely in sync with his. Her moans filled the room, growing louder and more desperate with each passing second.
“I’m close” He groaned, his voice strained as he felt the tension in his core coiling tighter, ready to snap. “Shimanto, I—”
“Yes!” she interrupted, her claws raking down his back as her body arched against him, her voice trembling with anticipation. “Come for me, Master! Fill me—make me yours!”
Her pleading words sent him over the edge. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his body tensing as his release consumed him. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her firmly in place as he poured himself into her, the sheer intensity of his climax leaving him breathless. Shimanto cried out in response, her body trembling violently as another orgasm tore through her, her walls squeezing him rhythmically as if milking him for everything he had.
The two of them collapsed into a heap of tangled limbs and labored breaths, the air around them thick with the aftermath of their passion. The Commander’s arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her close as he tried to steady his breathing. Shimanto’s head rested against his chest, her tail curling lazily around his leg as she nuzzled into him, her body completely relaxed and content.
“You…” He began, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked down at her, a tired but satisfied smile on his lips. “You’re incredible, Shimanto.”
She chuckled softly, her voice low and full of warmth as she gazed up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “And you, Master, are absolutely perfect” She murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. Her fingers traced lazy patterns along his skin, her claws gentle now as they trailed over the marks she had left behind.
She shivered, her brain slowly starting up again and the feeling of his hot cum deep in her womb finally catching on. Contentment slowly washed over her, her body easing into his as she leaned up to press her lips against his, seeking more and more of his love.
"Too bad you can't get a shipgirl pregnant huh. . ." She softly spoke, her red eyes still needy and very much alive.
"I can ask Akashi to look into that. . .would be nice to have little Shimanto's running around" He said, the 'maid' giggling beneath him before slowly rising up to sit on his lap, her superior ship stamina and strength on show.
"Mmmm~ They would get in the way of our fun though wouldn't they?" She moaned out, her hand climbing up to pinch one of her nipples. "And you know how long it takes to fully please me right Master?"
A faint nod was the best he could manage, his eyes never leaving her form as she begun to play with her chest. Her fingers circled her areolas, subtly brushing against her hard and aching nipples as she shivered above him.
"I can feel your cum in my womb" She stated, her tone throaty and lewd. "I can still taste it in my mouth too" She admitted, a hand of hers dropping to her lower lips, now puffy and red and spreading them lightly.
"Look Master~ My little hole ate up all your cum" She moaned out, her little show having it's affect as his blood begun to flow down once more.
She teased her clit with her fingers, two going inside and easing her walls open once more, the sloshing sound ever so enticing. Soft moans and whimpers escaped her lips as she begun to properly play with herself above him, her lidded eyes never leaving his.
"I am still horny Master. And so are you~" She cooed, her hand leaving her breasts to go to his cock, her fingers wrapping around his length.
"Say, you filled up my mouth, played with my tits and got me nice and full. . .what about my ass?" She moaned out, her proposal now hanging in the air.
"Anal?"
"Yes~" She confirmed, turning away and quickly dropping her head to the ground, her claws digging into the carpet bellow and bundling it up in her arms. She raised her ass, raising the partly pink orbs to the air and shaking them for him.
"I got myself used to the sensation with my fingers. . .if you use lube we should be very much fine Master~"
The Commander swallowed hard, the sight of Shimanto presenting herself so openly and shamelessly reigniting the fire in his core. Her words, her actions, her every move exuded raw, unrestrained need. Her tail swayed lazily above her, curling occasionally as she wiggled her hips, her plush rear lifted invitingly and glowing faintly pink from their earlier passion.
"You really are insatiable" He murmured, his voice low and rough as his hands settled on her hips. His thumbs brushed over her soft skin, gripping her just enough to feel her warmth beneath his fingers.
"I’m yours, Master" She purred, glancing back at him with a sly smile, her red eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Doesn’t that mean I should be ready for you anytime? In any way~?"
Her words sent a jolt through him, and he reached for the small bottle of lubricant she had thoughtfully placed on the table earlier. "You came prepared for this, didn’t you?" He asked with a teasing smirk, pouring a generous amount of the cool liquid into his palm.
"I had a feeling you’d appreciate the suggestion" She replied, her voice trembling slightly as the cool air kissed her skin. Her claws dug lightly into the carpet beneath her, her tail curling as she felt him position himself behind her.
He spread the lubricant along his length, his hand moving slowly to ensure everything was ready. His free hand trailed over her lower back and down to her rear, his fingers spreading her cheeks to reveal the puckered hole she had so boldly offered him. She gasped softly, her body shivering under his touch.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked, his tone softer now, a hint of concern breaking through his usual composure.
Shimanto’s voice was steady despite the flush on her face. "I’m sure, Master. I want you to take all of me… every part of me belongs to you."
He exhaled slowly, nodding even though she couldn’t see it, and positioned himself at her entrance. Slowly, carefully, he pressed the tip of his length against her, his hands steadying her hips as he applied gentle pressure.
Her breath hitched, her claws gripping the carpet tighter as he began to push inside. The sensation was foreign but not unwelcome—there was an undeniable mix of discomfort and pleasure as her body adjusted to him, her breathing uneven as she relaxed into the stretch.
His restraint was evident in the slow, deliberate way he entered her, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. Her walls clenched around him, and she let out a deep, throaty moan as he finally bottomed out, his hips flush against her.
The two of them stayed still for a moment, her body trembling beneath him as she adjusted to the new sensation. Her breaths came in soft gasps, her claws flexing against the carpet as the initial stretch gave way to a slow, building pleasure.
"Master…" She moaned, glancing back at him with half-lidded eyes. "Move… please. I need you."
He nodded, his hands tightening on her hips as he pulled back slightly, his movements slow and careful at first. Each thrust was deliberate, his body pressing against hers with just enough force to send shivers down her spine.
Her back bent in ways he had never seen it bend before, her chest pressing down against the cold carpet and sending a different kind of pleasure up her spine.
His hands reached for her head, softly cupping a bundle of hair to pull back her head before clutching both her horns. A sharp, heavy moan left her lips, her whole body seemingly shutting down for a second as her ass threatened to crush his cock.
"Master. . .Master. . .yes. . .please. . ." Her voice seemingly broke, low begs and needy whimpers the only thing that escaped her lips.
Her ass took to a second to unclench, the moment it did his thrusts continuing.
The Commander groaned as Shimanto’s body responded to his every movement, her desperate moans and trembling form driving him further into a haze of pure desire. Her horns fit perfectly in his grip, and each gentle tug drew another sharp, needy sound from her lips, her tail flicking erratically behind her.
“Shimanto” He murmured, his voice rough as his thrusts became more confident, her body yielding completely beneath him. The sensation of her tightness gripping him, paired with the way her back arched to accommodate his every motion, was intoxicating.
“Yes, Master—yes!” She cried out, her voice trembling with bliss. Her claws tore at the carpet, her hips rocking back to meet him even as her legs quivered under the intensity of their connection.
A hand jumped from her horns to her ass, slapping the pinkish orbs and leaving a clear mark on her ass, two more followed each equally as hard and equally as pleasurful for the maid.
The impacts sent shockwaves through her body, her breasts pressing against the carpet with each motion, her nipples brushing the rough texture and adding another layer of sensation.
Her head tilted back as she gasped for air, her lips parted and trembling as moans spilled out freely. "So deep, Master" She whimpered, her voice shaky but filled with adoration. "You’re… you’re driving me insane!"
Her body tightened again as another wave of pleasure overtook her, her walls clamping around him like a vice. He gritted his teeth, the pressure nearly overwhelming as he fought to maintain his rhythm, his hips slamming against her rear with unrelenting force.
“You’re incredible” He growled, leaning down to press his chest against her arched back, his breath hot against her ear. “So perfect for me, Shimanto. I can’t get enough of you.”
Her response was an incoherent string of moans and gasps, her hands clawing at the floor as she surrendered completely to the sensations coursing through her. Her tail wrapped tightly around his leg, her body shaking uncontrollably as her second climax built rapidly, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each thrust.
"Master, I’m… I’m going to—" She cried out, her words cutting off as her release hit her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed beneath him, her walls pulsing around him as she let out a high-pitched scream of ecstasy, her back arching impossibly as her orgasm crashed over her.
The intensity of her release was too much for him to bear, and with one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his own climax following hers in an overwhelming rush. His grip on her horns tightened as he groaned her name, his body trembling as he spilled into her, filling her completely.
She felt her ass being flooded by his warm seed, the sensation sending shivers down her spine ass she mumbled statements of love.
They stayed like that for a long moment, their bodies pressed together as they both tried to catch their breath. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breathing, the air thick with heat and the scent of their passion.
Finally, the Commander loosened his grip, his hands sliding gently down her sides as he pulled her back against him, their bodies still intimately connected. Shimanto let out a soft, contented sigh, her tail curling lazily around his leg as she leaned her head back against his shoulder.
"You…" She whispered, her voice hoarse but filled with warmth. "You’ve completely ruined me, Master."
He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her ear as he replied, "You started it, Shimanto. I just… finished the job."
Her laughter was light and airy, her body relaxing completely in his arms. "Then I’d say we’re even" She murmured, her tone teasing but full of affection.
He eased them both down to the carpet, cradling her against his chest as they lay in the aftermath of their shared bliss. Her fingers traced lazy patterns along his skin, and her tail gave a satisfied flick as she nestled closer to him.
"Master…" she began, her voice quiet and drowsy.
"I hope you don't expect me to cook. . .right?"
He chuckled, pressing a kiss against her nape.
"I think we can order out for today. . ."
"Yayyyyy"
Chapter 10: Painlevé
Summary:
Painlevé and her Commander decide to take a few days off and go to a beach house he owns. What was supposed to be a normal quiet day turned into something more.
Notes:
A certain KCMS fellow commented about a certain French girl named Painlevé. I honestly fell in love with her summer design and soooo here we go. A fanfic about her!
Chapter Text
The gentle hum of the boat's motor faded as the Commander helped Painlevé step onto the dock, her delicate fingers curling around his hand for balance. A warm, salty breeze greeted them, carrying with it the rustle of palm trees and the soft crash of waves against the shore. Before them stretched a sandy path lined with seashells, leading up to a cozy, whitewashed house nestled amidst lush greenery. The scene was idyllic, the kind of tranquil escape that felt untouched by the bustle of the mainland.
Painlevé's eyes sparkled as she took in their surroundings, her long golden hair catching the sunlight. "It's even more beautiful than I imagined. You've been hiding this treasure from me all this time, Commander?"
He chuckled, adjusting the strap of one of the bags slung over his shoulder. "I figured it'd be better to share it with you when we had the time to enjoy it. So... what do you think?"
She turned to him with a soft smile, her hand lingering on his arm even after stepping down. "It's perfect. Peaceful, warm... It feels like it was blessed just for us." Her tone carried a playful lilt, but there was a warmth in her words that left no doubt about her sincerity.
As they made their way up the sandy path, Painlevé walked slightly ahead, her sheer dress swaying with each step. His eyes would wander slightly, her beautiful form finally freely there for him to enjoy.
She occasionally glanced over her shoulder, her grin playful yet tinged with eagerness.
"Do you think there's a lucky charm hidden here? Maybe a seashell with just the right pattern or a flower that only blooms on this island?"
"If there is, I'm sure you'll be the one to find it" The Commander said, smirking. "Your track record with luck speaks for itself."
Painlevé giggled, pressing her fingers to her lips as if to stifle it. "Well, my luck does seem better when I'm with you."
The house was even cozier inside. Wide windows filled the rooms with golden light, the salty breeze drifting through gauzy curtains. The main living area was furnished with simple but comfortable pieces, and a wooden staircase led up to a loft-like second floor. Painlevé wandered in first, turning to him with wide eyes as she took in the open, airy space.
"I love it" She declared, spinning on her heel. "It's so different from the dorms—like a little slice of paradise. Where's our room?"
"Our room?" The Commander raised a brow, a teasing edge to his voice.
Her cheeks turned the faintest shade of pink, but she didn't falter. "Oh, don't act so surprised. I already knew we'd be sharing." She clasped her hands behind her back, leaning forward slightly as she gave him a sly smile. "You wouldn't leave me to sleep alone in an unfamiliar place, would you?"
"Not a chance" He replied with an easy grin. He gestured up the stairs. "The bedroom's upstairs. There's a balcony, too. Go on ahead—I'll bring up the bags."
"Hmm... how gallant" She teased, but instead of heading straight up, she stepped closer, brushing her hand against his arm. "Let me help. Or is that bad luck?"
"It's not bad luck" He said with a chuckle, setting down one of the bags "But it's unnecessary. I'd rather you get comfortable."
Painlevé pursed her lips thoughtfully before shrugging. "Fine, but only because I'm eager to see the view." She slipped past him and ascended the stairs, her voice drifting down as she went. "Oh, and Commander... don't take too long. I'd hate to get lonely."
Her light laughter echoed down as the Commander shook his head with a small smile, his heart warming at her playful tone.
Minutes later everything had been shorted, the Commander plopping onto the bed with a sigh.
"You could have let me help you know" She quietly spoke, her arms crossed behind her back as she titled her head a little while giving him a wonderful smile.
"Yeah. . ." He softly murmured, placing a hand on his shoulder to softly massage it.
The Iris Libre ship could only giggle, taking a few quick steps that echoed against the wooden floor until she was right in front of him. "Come here my gallant knight" She teasingly said, her arms reaching for his head and pulling it towards her.
Her fingers were quickly lost in his hair, his forehead now against her barely covered chest.
"There there" She teasingly whispered, petting his head slowly and easing him against her. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, a hand of his darting to the back her thigh, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh.
With a soft pull he made her loose her balance, the shipgirl falling towards him with a yelp, closing her eyes. She felt his other arm go around her waist as she was pulled flushed against him, his face now just under hers as she seemingly sat on his lap.
"Comma-" She wasn't given the chance to voice anything, quickly silenced by a kiss that shut down all resistance she may have had.
She quickly relented once the first two seconds passed, ceasing her adorable squirming and instead leaning into the kiss, her lips quietly meshing with his, his palm still warm against her thigh.
He didn't push her a second longer than needed, slowly pulling back with a wide grin on his face.
"You are such a meany" She pouted slightly breathless, her cheeks a faint red and her eyes struggling to meet his.
"I think you like it when I am a bit mean. . ." He paused, letting his hand wander up to her ass where he placed a fair squeeze. ". . .get's your heart racing don't it?"
A light squeak escaped her, her cheeks now a fair red and her eyes very much away from his. She faked a bit of anger, trying to push herself off of him but didn't really put any strength into it, instead managing to only shift in what was arguably a more comfortable position.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, once again pushing his head into her chest and pressing her body up against his. "How about this for being mean" She muttered with a pout, her legs quickly wrapping themselves around his waist, her sandals pressing against his back.
She let out a huff of approval as she finished 'trapping' him, her instincts however winning over as she begun to rake her nails softly against his scalp, easing more tension off of his shoulders.
The Commander didn't mind his situation in the slightest, his eyes now closed as he enjoyed the sensation of being drowned in soft breasts. He managed to shift closer, his hand against her ass still there and his other still around her waist.
Both let a few seconds of quiet wash over them, relaxing and finally taking the break they felt like the needed more than anything else.
"Hey Commander" Painlevé softly whispered, bringing his head out of her chest with the warmest smile she could muster, love basically dancing in her eyes. "Want to go to the pool?" She asked in an almost childlike manner, her tone still wonderfully soft.
He offered her a small nod, taking his hand off her ass and adding to her back, running it up and down her spine in slow motions. "Want me to get us something to drink too?"
She nodded, humming a yes and leaning down to press a kiss against his forehead. And then another against his cheek. And then another against his lips, one for which both leaned into.
"No alcohol though. . .okay Commander?"
"Of course"
Almost An Hour Later
Despite having gone to the pool and gotten their towels on the big sun bed that was there, one with a white mattress at that, neither had even mentioned the idea of getting into the water.
The sunbed was hidden away from the sun, the top covered by a white sheet, it's sides falling around and hiding them from the powerful rays. They had almost fully closed the white curtains of the bed, leaving only the side that didn't face the sun open.
The warm breeze that entered their little cocoon of warmth was perfect, Painlevé nestled in his arms, her own around his back as she lay atop of him, her curvy body sprawled against his, her golden hair tickling his skin.
Once again he run his hand up and down her back, not caring as he moved the dress with it, his other hand off to the side, playing with the sunglasses that he worn the whole day.
Painlevé let out a long, contented sigh, her cheek resting against the Commander's chest as her fingers traced lazy, absentminded patterns along his shoulder. The soft rustling of the curtains, swaying gently with the ocean breeze, combined with the faint crash of waves in the distance. Their little cocoon of shade and warmth was perfect—a serene escape from the world for just the two of them.
"We've barely been here a day" She murmured, tilting her head to look up at him with a small, playful smile "And somehow I feel like you've managed to skip straight to the relaxation part of this vacation."
The Commander chuckled softly, his hand trailing up and down her back in slow, soothing motions. "Isn't that the whole point? Five days of nothing but peace and quiet." His fingers paused briefly at her lower back before continuing their gentle rhythm. "Besides, you seem pretty relaxed yourself."
She giggled, brushing a strand of golden hair out of her face before resting her chin on his chest. "I am. Maybe it's the sea air, or maybe..." She leaned up, her soft lips pressing a featherlight kiss to the edge of his jaw. "...it's you."
Her sudden boldness drew a low chuckle from him, but he didn't miss the way her cheeks flushed as she tried to hold his gaze. His free hand slid down to rest lightly on her hip, pulling her just a little closer. "Maybe it's both" He teased, earning a light swat on his shoulder.
"Smooth talker" She muttered, though the corners of her lips curved into a smile. Painlevé shifted slightly, settling more comfortably against him as her legs intertwined with his. "Still... we did come all this way to enjoy the island, not just..." She trailed off, her voice turning quieter as she glanced at their surroundings. "Well, not just lounge around in a sunbed all day."
"True" He admitted, though his smirk hinted at no real regret. "But five days is plenty of time. Why rush when we've got all the time in the world?"
Painlevé hummed thoughtfully, her fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. "I suppose you're right... though I'm not sure what we'll tell the others when we get back. They'll expect stories of us exploring, swimming, maybe even fishing. Not... this." She gestured vaguely at their intertwined bodies and the cozy enclosure of the sunbed.
"Then we don't tell them" He replied with a grin, closing his eyes as the warmth of her body and the sound of the waves lulled him further into contentment. "Let them think we were busy with... sightseeing."
She laughed, the sound soft and sweet as she buried her face against his chest. "You're incorrigible, Commander." Her words were muffled by his shirt, but the fondness in her tone was unmistakable. After a moment, she lifted her head again, her expression softening. "But... I think I like that about you."
He smiled down at her, his hand slipping from her back to brush a lock of hair out of her face. "Say. . .is the pool calling to you too?"
Painlevé narrowed her eyes for a second, turning her head to look straight at him. "Is that you trying to find an excuse to rub sun screen all over me?" She softly asked, pressing a finger of hers against his nose.
"Maybe~" He quietly cooed, leaning up to nip at her finger as he brought it into his mouth. The blond could only sigh, her cheeks a little red though the smile on her face betraying her true emotions.
"How perverted" She softly commented, shifting against him as she managed to get eye level, finding the little strength that so much relaxing had left her with to lift herself up a little. "But it is what I signed up for"
With that she leant down, her chest pressing against his as their lips met in a rather passionate kiss. His hand jumped to the small of her neck, cupping it to bring her closer to him.
Their lips slowly parted, tongues starting to get involved as their kiss turned a bit too passionate. Painlevé let out a soft moan at the contact of their tongues, her hand grabbing at his muscled bicep as she slowly melted into the lip lock.
Her body was starting to get hot, beads of sweat forming all over as their bodies rubbed against each other, their swimwear struggling to hide the other's growing arousal. Pants and sloshing sounds filled the little space they were in, her hair lining up her face perfectly.
As she broke away, her hands reached for the collar around her neck, quickly untying the blue ribbon and letting her swimwear fall, her breasts revealed to him in quick fashion. His eyes grew a little wide, their size as amazing as ever.
"Can you not?" She pouted, each time surprised herself that he had still not gotten used to how big they were. Though then again, she too struggled with the thought.
"Nope" He said with a smirk, easing her back onto his lap as he sat up, his hands ghosting her two massive white orbs. She lidded her eyes a little, preparing herself for the pleasure of finally being touched.
A pleased sigh escaped her lips as he finally closed the distance, his hands grabbing her breasts and squeezing them under his fingers as he started to play with them. Her hands jumped to his wrists just so she had something to hold onto.
As her breaths became more like pants, he made sure to add to her pleasure, splitting his fingers in such a way that her nipples were trapped between them, as he started to rub the red nobs with the kind of force that her core tightening around nothing.
As his fingers trapped her nipples, he began to rub them with a gentle yet firm pressure, his fingertips circling around the sensitive peaks in a tantalizing rhythm. Painlevé's eyelids drooped further, her breathing hitching with each delicate touch, her hands tightening around his wrists.
Her nipples, already erect and sensitive, seemed to harden further under his ministrations, the friction sending sparks of delight through her body, making her core clench with anticipation. The soft gasps that escaped her lips were a testament to the sensations coursing through her, her body arching slightly into his touch as if seeking more.
The Commander, sensing her eagerness, continued to tease her nipples, his fingers dancing around them in a slow, sensual waltz, the gentle tugging and pinching eliciting moans of pure pleasure from her lips.
Her breasts, already magnificent, seemed to swell further under his attention, the skin around her nipples puckering with goosebumps as her body responded to the stimulation.
As she panted, her chest heaving with each breath, he gradually introduced a new element to the equation, some of his fingers drifting downward, tracing the curve of her belly before slipping beneath the fabric of her swimsuit bottoms.
The touch was fleeting at first, a gentle graze of his fingertips against her mound, but it was enough to send a shiver through her frame, her hips tilting upward in invitation.
"Wet already, aren't you?" He whispered, his voice low and husky, his fingers delving deeper, the tips brushing against the outer lips of her vagina. Painlevé's face flushed, her eyes still closed, as she felt a surge of embarrassment mingle with her arousal.
His fingers began to explore her more thoroughly, tracing the contours of her lower lips as he got the swimwear to take a sit to her pleasure, the gentle probing sending waves of pleasure through her body.
She was indeed wet, the moisture coating his fingers as he delicately parted her lips, his touch sending sparks of delight through her frame.
As he continued to tease her, his fingers gliding through her folds, he started to increase the pace, his touch becoming more insistent, more demanding. Painlevé's breathing quickened, her hips tilting upward to meet his fingers, her body straining toward the release that seemed to hover just out of reach.
His fingers, still gentle, began to move with a newfound urgency, the strokes faster, more deliberate, as if seeking to push her over the edge. Painlevé's hands, still clinging to his wrists, tightened further, her nails digging into his skin as she felt the pressure build within her, her body coiling tighter and tighter, the sensations threatening to overwhelm her.
And yet, even as she teetered on the brink, the Commander's touch remained tantalizingly light, his fingers dancing around her clitoris, the touch driving her wild with anticipation, but never quite delivering the final push she needed to send her tumbling over the edge...
As the Commander's fingers continued to dance around her clitoris, Painlevé's body arched upward, her hips tilting toward him in a silent plea for more. But instead of giving in to her unspoken demands, he paused, his fingers stilling as he gazed up at her with a questioning expression.
"What do you want me to do, Painlevé?" He asked, his voice low and husky, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her shiver.
For a moment, Painlevé's shyness reasserted itself, and she looked away, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and desire. But as she felt the Commander's eyes on her, boring into her very soul, her reserve began to melt away, replaced by a growing sense of need.
She pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a sulky expression, as she met his gaze once more. "You know what I want" She muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
The Commander's eyebrows rose, his expression amused. "Tell me" He coaxed, his fingers still poised at the entrance of her vagina, waiting for her permission to proceed.
Painlevé's face burned with embarrassment, but her lust had grown too strong to be denied. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she spoke the words she knew would unleash a torrent of pleasure upon her body.
"Put two fingers inside me" She begged, her eyes locked onto his, her voice cracking with need. "Like you always do. Finger me until I come."
The Commander's smile was slow and sensual, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he obliged her request. His fingers slid inside her, the width of two digits stretching her vaginal walls, making her gasp with pleasure.
As he began to finger fuck her in earnest, his hand moving in a slow, steady rhythm, Painlevé's body responded with alacrity. Her hips arched upward, her vagina clenching around his fingers as he stroked her inner walls, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.
Her insides were hot, burning hot, her walls coated in her lust as they tried to suffocate his fingers, tightening around them as she sought for pleasure like never before.
But the Commander wasn't content to simply focus on her vagina. His other hand, still cupping her breast, began to play with her nipple once more, the gentle tugging and pinching sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Painlevé's moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath his touch as he continued to finger her, his hand moving faster, more insistently, as he sensed her approaching orgasm. Her nipples, already erect, seemed to harden further under his ministrations, the sensation sending sparks of delight through her frame.
As the Commander's fingers stroked her G-spot, his thumb brushing against her clitoris, Painlevé's body began to coil tighter, the pressure building within her until she felt like she would shatter into a million pieces.
And then, in a burst of light and sound, she came, her vagina clenching around the Commander's fingers as her body convulsed with pleasure. Her moans were loud, her voice echoing through the sunbed as she rode the waves of her orgasm, her body shuddering with each aftershock.
As she finally began to come down from her peak, the Commander's fingers slowed, his hand stilling within her as he gazed up at her with a smile of satisfaction. Painlevé's eyes, still glazed with pleasure, met his, her expression softened, her body relaxed, as she let out a contented sigh, her chest heaving with each breath.
"Kiss" She barely let out, the Commander leaning up to place his lips against hers, feeling her insides tighten around his fingers as their tongues begun to coil around each other. He didn't move them too much, using mostly his middle finger to just press against her walls and make a tiny bump appear on her tummy.
Her response however was anything but tiny, her eyes shooting open as sharp waves of pleasure rolled up her spine and spiked her brain. She moaned "No" time and time again in their kiss, begging him to stop frying her brain but he knew that she ultimately loved this kind of pleasure, she loved being bullied like this.
Finally they broke apart, the French girl falling back onto the poolside bed, her hair sprawling behind her as her chest arched up and down. His fingers had escaped her lower grasp as she had done so, sitting there, wet with her juices.
She looked at the digits and shivered, before looking at him. She felt her cheeks burn red and yet did what she wanted deep inside, placing a hand above her eyes and turning her head away before dropping her other to her lower lips, spreading them and her legs open.
His eyes grew a little wide but he understood what she wanted, though not before grabbing a little something from his bag. Two little somethings actually.
"You don't want me to look you in the eyes do you?" He teased, placing his legs in-between her own as she let her hand leave her lower lips, her invitation now clear and letting it rest atop her tummy.
As the Commander sat between her legs, his eyes locked onto hers, Painlevé's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and desire. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper "Yeah. .. "
The Commander's smile was understanding, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he replied, "I can help with that."
He reached out, gently wiping the cum off his fingers before intertwining them with the hand resting on her tummy. Painlevé's eyebrows furrowed, her mind questioning his actions, but before she could ask, she felt something silky and soft wrap around her wrist.
She went to pull her hand back, but the Commander was too fast, his fingers moving with a practiced ease as he wrapped both her arms up in a bow, securing them above her head. Painlevé's eyes widened, her face burning with embarrassment and lust as she felt the cool silk dig gently into her skin.
Her juices flowed out of her, soaking her thighs as she imagined what the Commander was going to do to her, now that she was bound and helpless. She felt a shiver run down her spine, her body trembling with anticipation as the Commander leaned forward, a small, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.
From his bag, he produced a blindfold, the soft, black silk folded neatly in his hand. He held it up, his eyes locked onto hers, as he asked, "Do you still want your eyes hidden away, Painlevé?"
For a moment, she hesitated, her mind wavering as she thought about the loss of control, the vulnerability that came with being blindfolded. She went to say no, to refuse the blindfold and the sensations that came with it, but then she thought about how good it could feel, being fucked like this, with no distractions, no inhibitions, just pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Her voice, barely above a whisper, was a hesitant "Yes." The Commander's smile grew, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he leaned forward, the blindfold hovering above her eyes, waiting for her final nod of consent before he covered her vision, plunging her into a world of darkness and desire.
"How is it?" He asked, the girl jumping at the question as his tone seemed all the more commanding and powerful. She felt inclined to answer, more so than usual. "It's. . .nice" She spoke, her words not entirely thought out but more so felt, as she squirmed in place.
"Good" He said, the situation slipping a little as the warmth in his tone reminded her that he still was the same man she had come here with. The same loving man that she had had sex with a few dozen times already.
More than that to be fair.
As the Commander's finger pressed against her tummy, Painlevé's head jerked to the side, her body twitching with anticipation. She let out a tiny squeak as she tried to imagine what he was doing. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down her spine, her skin tingling with sensitivity.
He began to tease her, running his fingers across her body, tracing the curves of her waist, and tickling her sides. Painlevé's giggles were replaced by moans as his fingers danced across her skin, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. He moved on to her armpits, his fingers tracing the sensitive flesh, making her squirm and whimper.
As he pulled back, Painlevé's body felt bereft, her skin craving the touch of his fingers. But the Commander was far from done. He dragged his fingers down the lines of her hips, pressing them against her abdomen, making her muscles contract with anticipation. He circled her lower lips, his fingers tracing the contours of her vulva, but never quite touching her.
Painlevé's whimpers grew louder, her body trembling with desire. She begged, her voice barely above a whisper, "Please, touch me." But the Commander just chuckled, his breath hot against her skin, as he moved on to her breasts.
He flicked her nipples with just his fingers, making her cry out in pleasure. He circled her areola, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Painlevé's nipples were hard and aching, her breasts swelling with desire. She moaned, her body arching upward, as the Commander's fingers danced across her skin.
Just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore, the Commander lowered his head, pressing his tongue against her tummy. Painlevé's body jerked, her muscles contracting with pleasure, as his tongue dragged agonizingly slowly along her flesh. He licked her sweat, his tongue tracing the curves of her body, as he attacked her navel, her nipples, her breasts, and her neck.
Painlevé's whimpers grew louder, her body trembling with desire. She begged, her voice hoarse from moaning, "Please, fuck me. I need you inside me." But the Commander just kept licking, his tongue sending waves of pleasure through her body.
As his tongue danced across her skin, Painlevé felt her body melting, her muscles relaxing, as she gave herself over to the sensations. She was lost in a world of pleasure, her body craving the touch of the Commander's skin, the feel of his cock inside her.
The Commander's tongue finally stopped, his head lifting off her skin, as he gazed at her, his eyes gleaming with desire. Painlevé's body was trembling, her chest heaving with desire, as she waited for him to make his next move. She was ready, her body primed for his touch, her heart pounding with anticipation.
In the silence, Painlevé's ragged breathing was the only sound, her body strung taut with desire. She waited, her skin tingling with sensitivity and shining from the spit.
She felt the warmth of his breath on her skin, the gentle rustle of his swimwear as he moved around that echoed in her head, and then, the soft whisper of fabric hitting the ground. The sound sent a shiver down her spine, her body tensing with excitement, as she realized that the Commander had finally removed his swimwear.
The warmth of his skin radiated towards her, and then, she felt it - the gentle press of his cock against her abdomen. The heat from his body seeped into her skin, making her muscles contract with desire.
Painlevé's chest heaved, her breathing ragged, as she tried to process the sensation. The Commander's cock, warm and hard, pressed against her, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
"Do you know what this is?" The Commander asked, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down her spine. Painlevé's response was barely a whisper, "It's...your cock." But the Commander wasn't satisfied with that. "Respond properly, Painlevé" He commanded, his voice firm but gentle.
Painlevé's cheeks flushed, her face burning with desire, as she tried to find the words. "It's...my Commander's cock" She whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "The one I love, the one that's about to fuck me, the one that's going to make me cum." Her words were barely above a whisper, but they seemed to hang in the air, heavy with desire and anticipation.
The Commander nodded, his movement almost imperceptible, but Painlevé felt it. She felt the slight shift in his body, the gentle rustle of his skin against hers, and then, the movement of his cock as he adjusted his position.
The tip of his cock pressed against her lower lips, sending a spark of pleasure through her body. Painlevé's muscles contracted, her body trembling with desire, as the Commander began to spread her open.
His fingers, gentle but firm, parted her lips, exposing her to the cool air. Painlevé felt a shiver run down her spine, her body tensing with anticipation, as the Commander's cock pressed against her.
The warmth of his body, the heat of his skin, seemed to seep into her, making her muscles relax, making her ready for him. The Commander's cock, hard and warm, pressed against her, sending waves of pleasure through her body, as he finally began to enter her.
The sensation was almost overwhelming, Painlevé's body trembling with desire, as the Commander's cock began to spread her open. She felt the gentle stretch of her muscles, the slight burn as he entered her, and then, the overwhelming sense of pleasure as he filled her.
Painlevé's chest heaved, her breathing ragged, as she waited for the Commander to start moving, to start fucking her. She was ready, her body primed for his touch, her heart pounding with anticipation.
She felt even tighter than usual, her walls threatening to crush his cock as she seemed to be overflowing with love juices. He could see her spasm under him, trying to move her hips in ways that would allow her to replicate even an inkling of the pleasure of being fucked.
It was cute seeing her squirm like that, seeing the shy, holy French girl be reduced to such a lust filled mess. But she had already begged for it and so there was no real reason to hold himself back.
As the Commander began to move, his cock sliding in and out of Painlevé's tight, wet passage, the two of them quickly fell into a fast-paced rhythm. The sound of their bodies slapping together, the soft rustle of their skin, and the ragged breathing filled the air, creating a symphony of pleasure.
Painlevé's body, already primed for his touch, responded eagerly, her muscles contracting and releasing in time with his thrusts.
The Commander's hands, gentle at first, soon found their way to Painlevé's breasts, his fingers wrapping around them, squeezing them, and playing with her nipples. Painlevé's eyes, hidden behind the blindfold, fluttered closed, her body arching up into his touch, as she felt the pleasure build within her.
Her breasts, already sensitive, seemed to respond eagerly to his touch, her nipples hardening further, as he pinched and rolled them between his fingers.
"More" She begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, go faster."
The Commander smiled, his hands tightening around her breasts, as he obliged her request. His thrusts grew faster, more forceful, his cock pounding into her, as he drove her towards her climax.
"Yes. . .like this. . please don't stop" She begged, the Commander thinking that there was no way in hell he could or would, her legs now having wrapped themselves around his waist, her intention to be filled up with his cum clear.
He continued to pound into her, their hips shifting to red as he leaned down at some point to smash his lips onto hers. She took the surprise kiss and happily moaned inside of it, her tongue eagerly coiling around his as spit escaped their lips and coated her skin.
Once he pulled back he made sure to lick up all their residue, the blonde whispering in his ear words of love as he did, making him instinctively spank her ass with his free hand.
She jumped at the sensation, a yelp escaping her before she quickly fell back to moaning, the sting becoming pleasure as she quickly grew accustomed to it. And so he added a few more, her ass now red as a hand mark had barely started to form.
He felt her walls tighten harder around him, her insides twitching and her moans becoming louder by the second. He could tell she was close, her tongue starting to hang out a little as the pleasure had seemingly shattered any form of shyness she had.
And then, in a rush of sensation, she came, her body convulsing, her muscles releasing, as she experienced her second orgasm of the day.
The Commander, his eyes fixed on her face, watched as she came, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. He could see the pleasure etched on her face, the way her body seemed to melt into his, as she rode the waves of her climax. And as she finally began to relax, her body still trembling with aftershocks, the Commander began to focus on his own pleasure.
His thrusts grew faster, more forceful, his cock pounding into her, as he drove himself towards his own climax. Painlevé, still recovering from her own orgasm, felt her body respond eagerly, her muscles contracting, her walls tightening, as she felt the Commander's pleasure build within him.
"Don't stop" She moaned, her voice filling the small tent. "Please, fill me up!"
The Commander's eyes gleamed with excitement, as he watched her respond to his touch. He could see the pleasure etched on her face, the way her body seemed to melt into his, as he drove himself towards his own climax. And then, in a rush of sensation, he came, his cock erupting, as he filled her up with his warm, sticky semen.
She felt her core eagerly take in his cum, her womb slowly being filled up as each shot bounced against her inner walls, making her shiver with pleasure. Until finally he too relaxed.
The two of them, their bodies still entwined, now lay there, panting, as they slowly came back to reality. The silence, once filled with the sounds of their bodies, was now filled with the sound of their ragged breathing, as they slowly caught their breath.
Painlevé's body, still trembling with aftershocks, felt the warmth of the Commander's semen, as it seeped into her, filling her up, and making her feel complete.
As they lay there, the Commander's hands, still wrapped around her breasts, began to relax, his fingers loosening, as he smiled down at her. Painlevé, her eyes still hidden behind the blindfold, smiled back, her face still flushed with pleasure, as she felt the warmth of the Commander's body, still pressed against hers.
A hand of his slowly went to her face, cupping her cheek before he undid the blindfold. His finally met her blue eyes once more, hers filled only with love as she shot him the warmest smile she could muster.
"That felt really good Commander~" She eased out, reaching to hug him back only to find her hands still tied though now just in front of her.
He chuckled, undoing the binds and shifting up her body, allowing the blonde to hug him and bring his face flush against her breasts. "I never thought you would agree to it to be honest" He said honestly, easing into her arms and digging his face deep into her valley.
"I. . .I can be persuaded at times" She answered, her embarrassment creeping up to her a little but the post coital feeling she had smashing it back down.
She brought a hand to his head, ruffling his hair as she rested her other arm against his back, lining his muscles with her fingers. "I am guessing you liked it too?" She joked, making him smile against her skin before he placed a kiss against it.
"With you? Always"
"How lovely then~"
Chapter 11: A Day With Wifey Amagi
Summary:
Sooooo. . .uh. Been a while. Uni is a bitch huh. . .Anyways, got the inspiration to finish this bad boy and I got to say it's a good one.
Chapter Text
The Commander slowly stirred from had been a well deserved sleep.
Victory after victory against the Sirens and the completion of all the paperwork that had been held up had earned him a break. Or rather, it had earned him three whole days off.
Those he had decided without any hesitation he would spend with his wife. Amagi. The lovely fox girl had mentioned that she planned to rekindle their relationship a little after however long but even if she didn't. . .he planned on doing so himself.
Though this was not to say they were in any sort of low point, rather quite the opposite. Their love for each other was as grand as it had ever been and as for other emotions? Yeah they were growing rather rapidly too.
His eyelids twitched, a light groan escaping his lips as sleep finally let go. He went to open them, a soft, gentle hand against his cheek stopping him momentarily as his whole body shifted to it's side, quietly submitting to the demands of the hand.
The Commander let out a slow, contented breath as Amagi's warmth surrounded him, the scent of her—delicate yet unmistakably hers—filling his senses. The light traces of camellia and a faint hint of tea leaves, mixed with something sweeter, something undeniably Amagi, coaxed him further into her embrace.
His cheek brushed against the softness of her yukata, the fabric barely holding itself together, and he could feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each calm breath she took. His brain couldn't really decipher whether to call her barely naked, or naked with extra steps but her soft skin quietly reminded him that it didn't really matter.
A soft giggle, light and melodious, tickled his ears before the warmth of her lips pressed against his forehead. His fingers twitched against the silk of her robe as her hands moved over him, one resting on the back of his head, the other tracing lazy circles against his back.
The slow, methodical scratch of her nails sent a pleasant shiver down his spine, coaxing him into a deep exhale of absolute contentment. Instinctively, his arms tightened around her waist, drawing her impossibly closer, her body now flush against his in a way that both had dearly missed.
Amagi cooed in delight, her voice soft as morning light. "Good morning, my love" She whispered, her breath fanning over his skin, shivers of pure delight rolling down his spine at her words. As simple as they might have been.
He answered with a low, rumbling groan, burying himself deeper into her embrace. He felt her smile against his forehead, her lips curling just so, before she hummed in approval.
"You've done so well" She murmured, her voice carrying that soothing, affectionate lilt that never failed to calm his heart. Her fingers traced slow, comforting patterns over his back, her touch featherlight but deliberate. "Your victories, your tireless work, your unwavering devotion... I am proud of you, my dear."
He exhaled, a slow smile stretching against her skin. She always had a way of melting away every last bit of tension in him, of making him feel seen and cherished beyond his duties as a leader.
Amagi continued, her voice dipping into something even softer, even more intimate. "I will take full advantage of these days we have together. Every last minute~"
Such a delight it was to hear that, knowing also what her little promise hid. He hummed, his voice still thick with sleep. "Mm... same here... but after a little more of this."
Another giggle, her tails curling around him, swathing him in velvety warmth. "Of course, my dear." Her fingers trailed through his hair once more, massaging his scalp with gentle, practiced movements. "A few more minutes, then."
The Commander sighed in bliss as the pull of sleep reclaimed him, comforted by the presence of the woman he loved. For now, there was no war, no duty, no looming responsibilities—just the steady beat of her heart against his cheek, the scent of her surrounding him, and the quiet, unspoken promise of their time together.
An Hour Later
He hadn't been able to stop himself from taking a quick nap in her arms, even after sleeping for a good nine hours. She held that undeniable loving charm that made him simply submit to her touch when she felt he needed to do so, this time not unlike all the others.
With the good morning already stated, Amagi this time fell back on the beloved regular of 'I love you' as her first words for him as he awoke.
He took his time to ease the sleep off of his nerves, and once had done so he finally took an inch back away from her arms, not in any away far enough so that she would stop touching him but just enough so he could look into her lavender eyes.
Her fingers glided to his biceps, gently tracing the faint muscle there, her eyes warm and wrinkling with happiness, her smile infectious at the very least. "You do this every morning" She softly spoke, referring to him simply gazing at her. "Have you not taken in my form yet dear?
"You would do this too if you had such a beautiful wife" He countered, the fox girl giggling as she closed the gap between them once more, her body pressing against his in all it's glory.
This time his hands took a more direct approach, slowly snaking under her yukata, pushing it off of her even more as his fingers glided against her perfect skin, one hand on the hip that wasn't pressed against the bed, the other just at the base of her tails.
Amagi hummed in quiet amusement as his hands explored her, her yukata slipping ever so slightly under his touch. The soft rustling of silk accompanied the slow, deliberate movements of his fingers as they traced over the curve of her hip, the warmth of his palm settling at the base of her tails. A shiver ran through her at the contact, though whether it was from the touch itself or the tenderness behind it, she wasn't sure.
"You are quite the greedy one this morning, my love" She mused, tilting her head slightly, her long fox ears twitching as she regarded him with those half-lidded, knowing lavender eyes. "Was the extra hour of rest not enough?"
He smirked, his fingers continuing their slow descent, ghosting over the sensitive skin just above her tailbone. "It was" He admitted "But you make it impossible to get out of bed, Amagi."
Her laughter was soft, warm—like the first sip of tea on a chilly morning. "And here I was thinking you would spend these three days tending to your wife's every whim."
"I am" He murmured, pressing a kiss just below her jaw, savoring the way she sighed in response. "And right now, this is my way of doing that."
Amagi exhaled, her grip on his arms tightening just a fraction, her tails curling around his waist as if to keep him close. "Then do not let me stop you, my dear" She whispered, amusement laced with affection. "Continue to indulge me."
And so he did.
His hands, ever gentle yet deliberate, pushed her yukata further apart, the silk pooling loosely around her shoulders as his lips traced a path down her neck. The warmth of his breath sent pleasant tingles down her spine, her fingers threading through his hair in silent encouragement.
Her other hand moved to finally undo the sash around her body, plucking it off of her and with one swift motion shooting it over to one side of the room, neither caring to see where it landed as they brought the covers back to where they wanted them to be.
Finally, she pulled against the yukata, revealing what was a very gifted chest, one she knew the effect of.
His eyes widened much to her delight, even after five years since their first he had seemingly still not gotten used to the sight of her bad boys. How lovely that was.
He pulled back the hand from her hip, keeping the other where it was, his fingers gently scraping the base of her many tails. At the touch a soft gasp escaped her lips before she swallowed a low moan, her eyes becoming a tinge more feral.
"I sometimes forget you know my body as good as I do my love~" She cooed, an ear of hers twitching before she leaned against the new touches he planted against her skin, his palm now gently against her right breast.
"I will probably be saying the same in a few minutes to be fair to you" He answered, the fox girl smirking ever so delightfully as her gaze fell down by a bunch. She offered him a wink before finally pulling her own hands back, letting them rest atop his own for a second and in between them just to show him what would be the tools of his undoing throughout the day.
The rest of her arsenal was already well in display.
"Shall we both indulge in each other's love?" She asked, shifting a little towards him, indicating that she planned on mounting him as her body pressed against his. One of her legs went over his own, running over at the other side all the while her thigh pressed against the tent in his underwear.
As Amagi's words hung in the air, the Commander's eyes locked onto hers, the spark of desire and affection between them palpable. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle, intimate kiss.
The touch sent shivers down Amagi's spine, her eyes fluttering closed as she melted into the kiss. The soft, plush texture of her lips yielded to his, their tongues dancing in a slow, sensual waltz.
"Ah, my love" Amagi whispered, her breath mingling with his as they broke apart for a moment. "You always know just what to do to make me feel alive."
The Commander's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his lips returning to hers for another, deeper kiss. The kiss was Amagi's cue, and she responded by shifting her body to straddle his, her thighs parting to accommodate his hips.
Her yukata, barely clinging to her shoulders, was no match for the Commander's eager fingers. With a single, deft tug, the silk slid down her arms, pooling around her waist before falling to the bed in a soft whisper.
"Beautiful" the Commander breathed, his eyes drinking in the sight of Amagi's bare skin, her curves and contours illuminated by the soft, golden light of the morning.
Amagi's gaze never left his, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "You've always had a way with words, my love" She teased, her fingers trailing down his abdomen, dipping beneath the waistband to grasp the edge of his underwear. "But I think it's time for actions, not words."
With a slow, teasing smile, she pulled the fabric down, freeing his erection from its confines. The Commander's eyes flashed with heat as Amagi's fingers wrapped around his cock, her touch sending sparks of pleasure through his body.
"Amagi" he groaned, his voice low and husky "It's a been a while so. . .be considerate."
Amagi's smile grew, her feline features tilting upwards in a sly, sensual curve. "Oh? Never heard that before" She whispered, her thumbs grazing the head of his cock, sending a shiver down his spine.
She took in every reaction, slowly, painfully so, adjusting her fingers to press against all those spots she knew he felt most. Her experienced touch had one of his hands grabbing at the sheets, as she started to jerk him off.
"It's so nice to know that I can still reduce you to a putty under my arms~" She cooed, her eyes possessive and lustful.
As she teased him, Amagi's body shifted, her core hovering just above his cock, the heat from her skin radiating downwards, enveloping him in a warm, golden glow. Her thighs were spread wide, her knees digging gently into the bed on either side of his hips, her body poised and ready.
"I love the way you look at me" Amagi murmured, her eyes burning with a fierce, sensual intensity. "Like I'm the only woman in the world."
"You are" The Commander replied almost instantly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're the only one who's ever made me feel this way, Amagi. Like I'm home."
Amagi's smile softened, her eyes filling with a deep, abiding love. "You are home, my love" She whispered. "You're home with me, and I'll never let you go."
As she spoke, Amagi's body began to lower, her core aligning with the Commander's cock, the promise of their union hanging in the balance, waiting to be fulfilled. The Commander's hands, still resting on her hips, felt the tension in her muscles, the subtle quiver of her thighs as she prepared to take him in.
Then with one swift motion, she took him whole, both shuddering in place as his cock pierced her woman hood after weeks of nothing more than chaste kisses and needy touches.
Her insides felt amazing, warm and wet, suffocatingly tight in a way that already had him trying his best not to cum. He felt his tip kiss the entrance of her womb, seeing as her eyes widened at the contact, a sharp gasp leaving her lips as she slouched forwards a little, her breasts now hanging just in front of him.
He took the opportunity, raising both hands to them and grabbing the two mounds, his fingers around her nipples and his palms, warm and hardened, raising the two orbs back against her chest.
She couldn't stifle her moan this time, it escaping her lips as she glanced back down at him, her eyes twice as lustful and hungry. "Can I please do the thing?" She voiced in a tone that was almost begging and certainly needy.
"Yes" Was his quick answer, watching as a very pleased smile crossed her face before she swept down, her face against the crook of his neck. She took a whiff of his scent, her fangs showing a little as she licked her lips.
A shiver went down his spine at the sight though given the twitch his cock gave her she knew he was as excited as she was.
She took the cue then, lowering just enough to place a long, aching lick against his warm skin, before digging her teeth into it, drawing a drop or two of blood before starting to furiously lick the area, waiting until the two little holes she had made with her fangs and the rest of the teeth marks became a shade less red.
"There~" She moaned out, her irises almost becoming hearts for a mere second as she looked down upon her mark, her walls tightening around his cock as she brought a finger to her lips. "I have wanted to do that for so looonnggg" She mused, a giggle escaping her lips as her tongue licked her own finger, her lust overflowing even for just a second.
The Commander had forgotten how passionate Amagi could get at times, though he certainly didn't mind it, not when it led to what he considered the rougher kind of sex they had.
Her tails quickly shot out to his body, wrapping themselves around his legs and waist, tickling his sensitive skin before she shifted atop of him, his cock still inside her, pressing against her walls.
"I want a kiss" She plainly stated, leaning down, pressing her curvy body atop of his as their lips met in a very wet engage. In the leisure of their home neither cared to keep the noise down, the kiss slowly becoming more and more lewd as time went on.
His hands had moved to her back, flowing up and down it's lovely lines as his fingers started to graze the base of her tails, drawing long, pleased moans from the loving woman that was currently atop of him.
He felt Amagi buck her hips while atop of him, her walls clamping down for just second before releasing once more. Through quick breaks for heavy pants the two kept their making out going, his hands a little more fervent in their attentions.
Amagi definitely noticed, starting to rub herself all over him, slow and sensual, drawing out pleased groans from her man as with a few calculated bucks she felt his cock twitch inside her.
She knew what to touch and how to do it, her hands going to his head, one in his hair, the other atop his cheek, her fingers wildly fiddling with the flesh bellow. She started to ever so gently pull him closer with her hands, his own seemingly becoming a tinge rougher with her own sensitive skin.
All the rubbing and kissing had really done it's part, both feeling a little something churn in their abdomen, a growing feeling of need.
Finally their kiss broke, Amagi pushing herself ever so slightly up, forcing her hands off his face and managing to get a very good look at what seemed to be a very pleased husband. "I love you~" She purred, an instant reaction ensuing.
A giggle, warm and very arousing left her lips as she hovered above him, her chest still against his despite the fact that she had distanced herself a little from him. Her wild eyes danced with lust and love and she licked her lips, her gaze greedy.
"Shall I. . .get us both happy?" She asked, in a slow sensual way that left oh so much for his brain to fill in on it's own.
He barely offered her a nod, Amagi shifting a little to better buck her hips while still laying almost atop of him. He saw as her muscles tensed, what was a very feminine physic showing a few tinges of muscle and vain as she started to slowly go up and down, just enough to where most of his shaft felt the change in heat.
Her legs and ass grew in tone and allure, her eyes always their feral selves as she managed to drop her front against his chest, moving only her hips to ride him. Slow.
His hands finally acted up, wandering from her tail to her ass to help with the motions, Amagi smiling coyly as she felt the warmth against her lovely cheeks, eagerly showing her appreciation by going a little faster.
This slow, teasing riding, along with everything else they had going on before had already gotten their cores tensing a little, both stifling moans and groans of pure pleasure.
Neither dared to deny that they were very backed up and their first orgasm would be quite quick but. . .they could very well draw this out just a tinge more.
Amagi stopped, planting her hips flush against his and waiting for her man to lean down and give her another kiss. Their tongues once again met in the middle, neither giving up ground as he begun to grab at her ass with more strength, her hands still needed in supporting her now continued movements.
She went a little faster than before, her body a little less flush against his as she focused on riding him a little more passionately. With effort from the both of them their lips were still connected, their moans now a lot less held back.
She felt the twitches against her walls, her juices freely rolling down her thighs and against his, as her arousal grew.
The Commander's fingers tightened around her hips, his thumbs tracing circles against her skin as he guided her movements. Their breathing grew heavier, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire.
"You feel incredible" The Commander murmured, his voice rough and strained as he fought to hold on to his control. Amagi's laughter was a breathless sound, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear.
"So do you, my love" She whispered, her voice teasing.
Amagi's nipples brushed against the Commander's chest, sending sparks of pleasure through her. She gasped, her head falling forward as her long hair cascaded down her spine, the strands catching the light and shimmering like molten gold.
The Commander reached up, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her down for a searing kiss. Their tongues clashed, their breaths mingling as they both teetered on the edge of release.
The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking—the soft slap of skin against skin, the jagged gasps for air, the low moans that seemed to vibrate through every cell in their bodies. Amagi's claws dug gently into his shoulders, her touch sparking a fire that threatened to consume them both.
Finally, it was too much to bear. Amagi's body tightened, her muscles coiling like a spring before she let out a soft, almost sob-like gasp as her climax hit her. The Commander followed seconds later, his release hot and intense as he buried himself as deep as he could, his hands gripping her hips like a lifeline.
They stayed there for a moment, their bodies locked together as the waves of pleasure subsided, leaving behind a warm, glowing aftershock. Amagi leaned forward, her face pressed against the Commander's shoulder as she struggled to catch her breath. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as the two of them drifted slowly back to reality.
The room was quiet now, the only sound the soft hum of their ragged breathing. Amagi's tails unwrapped from around him, their tips brushing against the floor with a soft swish. She lifted her head, her cheeks flushed as she met his gaze.
"I love you" She whispered, her voice soft and vulnerability shining in her eyes.
The Commander smiled, his fingers brushing against her cheek. "I love you too" He replied, his voice equally gentle. "More than anything in this world."
She offered him another warm smile, shifting lightly atop of him and pressing a finger against his chest. "That means. . . that you will listen to my request to not get out of bed then. . .right?" She offered, the Commander smirking before leaning up to place a kiss against her head.
"Whatever my fox wife wants"
A Few Hours Later
Steam curled lazily from the pot as Amagi stirred, the gentle clink of a wooden spoon against ceramic filling the cozy kitchen. The scent of simmering broth, fresh rice, and delicate spices wove through the air, blending with the lingering warmth of the morning. She hummed softly under her breath, a tune both familiar and distant, her voice light as the gentle flicker of the stove's flame.
Her yukata, freshly changed but no less comfortable than the one before, draped loosely around her shoulders, the pale fabric slipping just enough to reveal the delicate curve of her collarbone. Her tails swayed idly behind her, their movements slow and contented, brushing softly against the wooden floor.
The Commander, now finished with the task of changing the sheets—a necessary evil given their, well, thorough activities—lingered for a moment at the doorway, watching her. His lips curled into a soft, affectionate smile. Even in the simplest of moments, she was mesmerizing.
Quietly, he approached, his bare feet making almost no sound against the floorboards. He let his eyes drink in the sight of her: the way her ears twitched slightly in focus, the subtle movements of her hands as she prepared their meal, the unspoken warmth she radiated just by existing in the same space as him.
Then, with practiced ease, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
Amagi let out a soft gasp, her body tensing for only a second before she melted into his embrace. "My dear" She murmured, amusement laced in her voice, though she did not stop stirring. "Have you already grown restless without my touch?"
His chin rested lightly atop her shoulder, his breath warm against her ear. "You're beautiful" He murmured against her skin, pressing a slow kiss just below her jaw.
Her tails twitched in delight, curling just so, a silent yet unmistakable show of her happiness. "Flatterer" She mused, though her voice had softened considerably.
The Commander chuckled, taking a deliberate, slow inhale against the crook of her neck. He sighed, deeply content, reveling in the subtle, lingering traces of her natural scent—warm tea, faint camellia, and her.
Amagi stiffened slightly, a flustered noise catching in her throat. "H-Hey now, I probably stink" She protested, her ears flicking back as she halfheartedly pushed against his arms. "We haven't even bathed yet—"
"I don't mind" He interrupted, his hold tightening just a fraction as he nuzzled against her, as if proving a point.
She huffed, attempting another weak push against him. "You should mind" She muttered, though her struggle was fleeting at best.
Her tails, however, betrayed her entirely. Despite her protests, they swayed in slow, pleased arcs, their plush tips brushing against his sides in what could only be described as a subconscious display of contentment.
Noticing this, the Commander smirked. "Your tails tell a different story, love" He teased, pressing another lingering kiss against her shoulder.
Amagi let out a small, defeated sigh before finally relenting, sinking further into his embrace. "You always do this" She murmured, though the smile tugging at her lips was undeniable.
"And I always will" He replied without hesitation.
A comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by the soft bubbling of the pot and the rhythmic sound of her stirring. The Commander remained where he was, his arms loosely wrapped around her waist, his fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns against the fabric of her yukata.
Eventually, Amagi tilted her head slightly, her cheek brushing against his. "If you stay like this, we're going to end up eating burnt rice" She mused.
He hummed in consideration but made no move to let go. "A worthy sacrifice."
She laughed at that, shaking her head. "You're impossible."
"And yet, here you are, stuck with me."
Amagi smiled, her eyes gleaming with something deep, something warm. "Mmm, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
She shifted slightly, just enough to press a fleeting kiss against his jaw before turning her attention back to the meal. "Now, be a dear and set the table" She ordered playfully.
With great reluctance, the Commander finally loosened his grip, though not before stealing one last indulgent whiff of her scent.
"As you wish, my fox wife."
A Few Minutes Later
The Commander leaned back against the plush couch, a deep sigh of satisfaction escaping his lips. His belly was full, his body pleasantly warm, and the woman he loved was humming softly in the kitchen as she tended to the last of the dishes.
Life, in this moment, was perfect.
His fingers lazily drummed against the armrest, his gaze drifting toward the kitchen doorway. "Are you sure you don’t want any help?" He called, though there was no real insistence in his voice—he already knew the answer.
Sure enough, Amagi didn’t even pause in her movements as she replied smoothly "Ask me that again, dear, and you will be sleeping on that couch tonight."
The Commander let out a quiet chuckle, raising his hands in surrender despite the fact that she couldn’t see him. "Understood. My deepest apologies, my lady."
"Good boy" She teased, her tails flicking behind her as she rinsed the last plate.
He smiled, shaking his head before letting it rest against the back of the couch. His gaze drifted to the ceiling for a moment, his thoughts idly swirling around nothing in particular—until Amagi’s voice pulled him back.
"I'm glad you enjoyed the meal" She said softly, drying her hands before turning toward him. "You always praise my cooking, but I never tire of hearing it."
He let his head loll to the side, offering her a warm, genuine smile. "Because it is amazing. Every single time."
Amagi’s lips curled in quiet pride, the corners of her lavender eyes crinkling ever so slightly. "Flatterer," she murmured, though the softness in her gaze betrayed her pleasure.
The Commander simply shrugged, watching as she stepped away from the kitchen and towards him. At first, it was nothing out of the ordinary—her graceful movements, the gentle sway of her tails, the elegance she carried effortlessly.
But then, right before she came into full view, he caught the subtle way she eased her yukata ever so slightly, allowing the fabric to slip lower on her shoulders, revealing just enough of her smooth skin to make his heart stutter.
And then, as she finally stepped into sight, her expression shifted.
A smile—slow, knowing, alluring—graced her lips, her eyes hooded with mischief as she locked onto him.
His breath caught. A single beat of silence.
Then another, as he noticed the way her gaze dipped, as if searching for the exact moment he realized what she was doing to him.
A smug little hum escaped her lips as she stepped closer, her fingers idly toying with the sash of her robe. "You look quite comfortable there" She remarked, her tone light but laden with meaning.
He swallowed. "I was" He admitted, his voice a touch lower than before.
Amagi chuckled at that, her tails flicking behind her in amusement. "Mm. You know," She continued, tapping a delicate finger against her chin "We used to do all sorts of things on this couch."
His stomach flipped, warmth curling low in his abdomen at her words. She tilted her head slightly, waiting for his reaction, and when his lips parted—just barely—she knew she had him.
She leaned forward slightly, bringing herself within reach, her eyes full of invitation. "Shall we reminisce, my love?" She purred, her voice honeyed and teasing.
The Commander stared at her for a long moment, his brain catching up to what she was offering, what she was asking. His hands clenched slightly against the couch, his body instinctively responding before his thoughts had even fully formed.
Amagi's smirk grew, her tails flicking in delighted anticipation. "Oh? Did you miss that as well?" she teased, her fingers brushing lightly against his knee, as if daring him to take action.
The Commander's breath came slow and measured, his heartbeat not following the same restraint. His gaze flickered between her lips, her half-lidded eyes, the way her yukata barely clung to her frame.
He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly, but there was no real resistance in his expression—just amusement, fondness, and rapidly growing want.
"You are so dangerous" He muttered.
Amagi giggled, utterly pleased with herself. "And yet, here you are" She echoed his earlier words, tilting her head in that way she knew ruined him. "Stuck with me."
The Commander let out a slow, deliberate sigh, as if he were the one being pulled into temptation.
Then, without another word, he reached forward, his hands finding her waist as he pulled her into his lap.
Amagi let out a soft, delighted laugh, her arms coming to rest around his shoulders as she settled against him. "Oh? Eager, are we?" She mused, her tails curling around them both.
He smirked, leaning up to press a lingering kiss just below her jaw, his lips brushing against the very spot she knew he loved.
"oh no no no my love wait. . .I want to do something else first" She quickly stated, leaning down to press a loving kiss against his lips before backing off.
He watched with eager eyes as she got herself off of him, her fingers going to the sash around her waist and quickly untying it before she threw it off somewhere. Her Yukata now barely clung to her form but she kept it on for the allure, it did frame her chest quite nicely.
She fell to her knees quite quickly, his eyes widening a little as he realized what she wanted to do. "Oh" He thought out loud, Amagi offering him her gaze for just a second, just to nail it in that this was happening before her hands fell to the hem of his pajama shorts.
She pulled them down with one quick tug, finding a tent being pitched just under his underwear. A soft purr left her lips, her smile widening. "Aren't you nice and eager?" She mused, pressing her fingers against his thighs.
His heart was skipping beats as he waited for her to pull his underwear down but what she did next almost sent him into cardiac arrest.
She leaned forward, flashing him a smile before placing her lips flush against his abdomen, placing long, wet kisses against his skin as she slowly went down. She held his gaze, watching his reactions and acting accordingly.
Amagi took her time, continuing to kiss even when one of her lips was against the hem of his underwear and no longer against his skin. She waited, drawing it out before in one sudden move, biting them hem of his underwear, grinning wide as his eyes widened.
She pulled back, slowly, forcing the hem to rub against his erection, her cheek doing the same as his warmth eased against her skin. "Msho Hmot" She murmured, wanting to get another reaction off of him, looking for it.
The warmth of her breath seeped through, teasing his sensitive skin, and the Commander’s hands tightened reflexively against the couch cushions. Her tails swayed lazily behind her, one curling around his calf as if to anchor him in place while she toyed with his resolve.
“Patience, patience” She chided softly, her breath ghosting over the damp spot her mouth had left on the fabric. Her fingers trailed up his thighs, nails grazing faintly—just enough to make him shudder. “How many times must I remind you that good things come to those who wait?”
The Commander scoffed, but the sound died in his throat as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and slowly, painfully slowly, dragged them down. Her gaze never wavered, watching his every reaction—the hitch of his breath, the flush spreading down his chest, the way his hips twitched upward in silent plea.
When he sprang free, thick and straining against his stomach, Amagi hummed in approval. “There you are” She murmured, her voice syrupy and warm. She leaned in, her lips brushing the inside of his thigh—a featherlight kiss that made him jerk. “So eager to be loved. How could I deny you?”
Her tongue darted out, tracing a hot, wet line from base to tip in one torturously slow motion. The Commander’s head fell back with a groan, his fingers tangling instinctively in her hair. She allowed it, even tilted her head into the touch, her eyes slipping shut for a moment as she savored the taste of him.
But control was never something she surrendered for long. Her hands slid beneath his thighs, nails digging in just enough to sting, grounding him as she finally closed her lips around his crown. The heat of her mouth was maddening, the pressure exquisite, and she let out a low, satisfied hum that vibrated through every nerve in his body.
“A-Amagi—” He choked out, his hips bucking upward instinctively, but she pulled back with a sly chuckle, leaving him throbbing and desperate.
“Ah-ah” She purred, her breath hot against his slick skin. “No rushing. This is my time.” Her tongue swirled lazily around the head, collecting the bead of precum that had formed, her gaze sharp and hungry as she watched him unravel. “Time for a proper taste” She whispered, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to his tip.
The Commander gritted his teeth, his grip on her hair tightening as she swallowed him again, deeper this time, her throat working around him in slow, practiced undulations. Her tails coiled tighter around his legs, holding him in place as she set a rhythm that was pure torture—long, languid strokes punctuated by fleeting flicks of her tongue, each one designed to drive him closer to madness.
He tasted salt and heat and her, the faint musk of lavender from her soap mingling with something darker, primal. Her lips glistened, her cheeks hollowed with every pull, and when she finally glanced up through her lashes, her eyes were half-lidded and feral, pupils blown wide.
“There” She breathed, pulling back just enough to let him slip from her lips with a lewd pop. Her tongue dragged along the swollen vein beneath, her voice a throaty purr. “That look on your face—precisely what I wanted.”
The Commander stared down at her, his chest heaving, his cock twitching against her chin. “You’re. . . such a vixen” He rasped, though the adoration in his voice undercut the words.
Amagi’s smile was all teeth. “And yet” She murmured, pressing a kiss to the head that made him shudder “You wouldn’t have me any other way.”
Before he could retort, she took him fully again, her throat opening around him in a way that stole his breath. Her fingers kneaded his thighs, her tails stroking his skin soothingly even as her mouth worked him mercilessly. The duality of her—gentle and savage, tender and demanding—was the sweetest kind of agony.
And when his back finally arched, her name a ragged plea on his lips, she relented for just a heartbeat, pulling back to whisper against his damp skin:
“Go on, my love... Let me feel you burn.”
She swallowed him deeper then, her moan vibrating through his core and making his resolve almost break then and there. But he managed to hold it for a few more seconds, just enough to experience her passionate lips against his cock, the way her throat tightened around him, demanding he let it all out inside of her.
Finally he came, warm shots of sperm going down her throat as in one sudden motion she took him whole, her lips against his abdomen as the sound of her gulping filled the room along with his heavy pants.
Her tongue did it's best in drawing out every last spurt of cum it could, easing the liquid out of him and teasing the tip with just enough fervor to keep his orgasm going. Shudder after shudder hit his body as he was pushed for every drop, finally his body relaxing after what had felt like eternity.
"Oh fuck" Was the best he could manage, Amagi finally releasing his cock from her mouth with a loud pop, her breath coming to her fast as she let out a few pants, needing to get her own breath back.
"How was that my love?" She asked, her voice low and loving at the same time as a hands of hers drifted to his easing erection, cupping it just right to keep him as he was.
He twitched in her fingers, his eyes finally shifting down. "You are way too good at that" He breathed out with a warm smile, Amagi seemingly pleased with that answer given how her tails went from side to side.
"How lovely~" She said, slowly getting off her knees and easing herself onto his lap, her core against his semi as she leaned down to place a few fleeting kisses against his skin.
Amagi’s lips trailed up the Commander’s chest, her teeth grazing his collarbone in a mix of affection and mischief. Her hips rolled forward instinctively, grinding against his softening length as if coaxing it back to life. The friction drew a low growl from him, his hands sliding beneath her loosened yukata to grip her waist, fingertips pressing into the softness of her skin.
“Still insatiable, huh?” He muttered, though his voice lacked bite—his body already responding to her movements.
She hummed, her breath warm against his neck. “You say that like it’s a flaw” She purred, nipping his earlobe. One of her tails flicked upward, the silky fur brushing teasingly against his thigh. “But I see the way your pulse quickens, feel how your hands tighten...” Her tongue flicked out, tracing the shell of his ear. “You crave more too, don’t you?”
The Commander’s response was a harsh exhale, his grip on her hips shifting to guide her into a steadier rhythm. Amagi laughed, low and sultry, her fingers tangling in his hair to tilt his head back. “Look at you” She murmured, her lips hovering above his. “Already half-hard again... Such a greedy creature.”
Her kiss swallowed his retort, deep and possessive, her tongue sweeping into his mouth with deliberate slowness. Her tails coiled around his arms, urging him to touch her, to take her, even as she maintained her maddening control.
When she pulled back, her yukata—already barely clinging to her frame—slipped entirely off one shoulder, exposing the curve of her breast. The Commander’s gaze flickered downward, heat flaring in his eyes, and Amagi’s smirk widened. “See something you want?” She teased, shifting just enough to let the fabric slide further.
Her breath hitched as his palms cupped her breasts, thumbs flicking over her nipples until they pebbled under his touch. She arched into him with a gasp, her nails pricking lightly at his shoulders, and he seized the moment to flip their positions, pinning her against the couch with a predatory grin.
Amagi’s tails thrashed in delight, the fox in her reveling in the sudden shift of power. “Finally,” She sighed, her legs hooking around his waist as he settled between her thighs. “I wondered how long you’d let me play.”
The Commander’s lips crashed into hers, silencing her taunts as he pressed his hips forward. She was already slick, her arousal coating him effortlessly as he slid home in one smooth thrust. Amagi’s moan vibrated against his lips, her nails scoring his back as she angled herself to take him deeper.
They had done this so many times before that no more foreplay was needed. Her insides were already very well accustomed to his length, always eager to take him, always eager to please and be pleased in ways only these two could provide the other.
Love and lust slowly eased into their everything, muscles, bones, fibers and nerves filling with need as they moved in a feverish rhythm, the couch creaking faintly beneath them, their skin sliding together in a sheen of sweat.
He loved the sight, Amagi bellow him, her skin glistening in ways that made her all the more alluring, the way everything became smoother, how his hands would glide atop her skin and now she would taste as his tongue attacked her.
And she loved it too, for all the same lewd, lusty reasons.
Amagi’s tails thrummed with energy, wrapping around his wrists, his waist, binding them together even as their pace grew frantic. Her voice broke around his name, each thrust punctuated by gasps and breathless pleas—more, harder, yes-
The pace quickened, a frenzied symphony of gasps and moans as their bodies melded. Amagi’s claws dragged down his back, leaving faint, rosy trails that stung sweetly, her lips parted in breathless adoration. “Harder” She demanded, her voice trembling with need. “I want to—nh—feel you in my bones.”
The Commander obliged, his thrusts sharpening, each snap of his hips driving her further into the cushions. Her tails thrashed wildly now, their rhythm chaotic, their silken lengths coiling around his biceps to anchor herself as pleasure threatened to unravel her.
“Look at me” He growled, his voice raw, commanding. Amagi’s lavender eyes flew open, glazed yet burning with ferocity as she met his gaze. He slowed, grinding deep, circling his hips to press just there—
“Cheater—” She gasped, her legs tightening around him as her walls fluttered, teetering on the edge.
He smirked, relentless, his thumb finding her clit in tight, merciless circles. “You started this game” He murmured, breath hot against her jaw. “Now finish it.”
Amagi’s head flung back, a keening cry tearing from her throat as her climax struck like lightning, searing through every nerve. Her body clamped around him, milking him greedily, urging him to follow. The Commander’s restraint snapped; with a guttural groan, he buried himself fully, shuddering as he spilled into her, heat pulsing between them in tandem with the frantic drum of their hearts.
For moments uncounted, they lay tangled, sweat-slicked and breathless, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through them. Amagi’s tails draped lazily across the floor, her claws tracing idle patterns on his shoulders as he nuzzled the hollow of her throat.
“Round... three...?” She murmured, her voice raspy but triumphant.
The Commander laughed breathlessly, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “You won’t even make it to dawn.”
Amagi’s lips curved into a sly, dangerous smile. She hooked a leg around his waist, rolling them sideways until she straddled him once more, her thighs trembling only faintly—though he noticed.
“Care to bet on that?” She purred, her fingers splaying over his chest. “I’ll have you begging for respite before the moon sets.”
He arched a brow, hands sliding to her hips, kneading the softness there. “And if I win?”
Her laughter was low, sinful. “Then I’ll let you carry me to bed tomorrow” She whispered, leaning down to brush her lips against his. “Because I certainly won’t be walking.”
The promise ignited between them, hot and bright. By sunrise, the couch would bear the scars of their passion, and neither would recall when the lines of “enough” had blurred into “never stopping.” But tonight?
Tonight, there was only this—the clash of lips, the tangling of tails, and the sweet, unyielding fire of two souls who’d sooner burn than let the embers fade.
Chapter 12: Charydbis In Sakura
Summary:
Heyo it's been a while. Finally got the passion to write again! Will be doing an extra big boy for 10k hits so get ready for that. Till then enjoy Charybdis being a good little maid.
Chapter Text
"I still can't believe I am actually getting to see the capital of the Dragon Empery. . .and that you picked me to go on this trip with you!" The ever so excited voice of Charybdis came from his right as she looked down at the capital.
They had decided to take the plane there, Charybdis' first flight and now her favorite of them all.
She held his hand with her left, her right pressed up against the airplane window as she looked down at awe of the scenery.
"You say that as if you aren't my personal maid and secretary Char" He stated, light amusement filling his tone as he took in the sight of the very much excited maid.
She turned to him, a warm, delightful smile on her face. "I am and I will forever be proud to be so but. . ." A tiny, adorable pout overtook her face. ". . .You spend a lot of time with other pretty shipgirls too. . .ones that don't really mess up like I do"
He smiled at her, turning his head to the side and rubbing slow circles on her hand with his thumb. "And?"
"And. . .you could have picked any of them. . .I am sure all of the others would have loved to take this trip with you. . .alone" She put some emphasis on the last word, her cheeks adopting a pinkish hue.
"Doesn't matter who I speak to Charybdis. You are the first and only girl to come to my mind" He stated almost too coolly, the maid shifting back to her seat and leaning her head against it.
"Even if I mess up sometimes?" She asked, a tinge of guilt and worry filling her voice, both of which his warm smile shattered into pieces.
"Especially then. . "He reached up to her cheek with his free hand, cupping it and bringing her a tinge closer. ". . .you and I deserve this break Char. . .don't you feel so too?" He asked, his warm breath shutting down her brain for a mere second.
"Yes Commander" Came her barely composed answer, her cheeks and ears red and her smile almost too infectious.
He smiled at her again, softly easing her head onto his shoulder and letting his glide down to her own to pull her close. "Comfy?" He asked, his and her tittle fading into nothingness as his warmth as a boyfriend shown through.
"Yes, very much so" She said, letting out a sigh of relief and happiness before closing her eyes, deciding to sleep through the rest of the trip.
Hours After Having Arrived-At Their Hotel Room
"Wahhhhh~" She groaned out stretching her arms, her maid outfit struggling to contain her 'assets'.
A faint blush coated his cheeks as he watched her walk around their room, him sitting on the lavish, traditional-style bedchamber their room had and her, pacing around making sure everything was organized.
"You c-can relax now you know. . ." He muttered to her, the maid turning 180 to offer him a serene smile before going back to organizing their shared closet and general wear.
"Charybdis. . ." He groaned out as she seemingly glided to their bathroom with a bunch of utilities that belonged there. She sure was feeling energized, even after having explored basically half the capital on foot.
Well not really but it had felt so to him. "Maybe I should have taken a nap too. . ." He thought to himself.
"Charybdis..." He called out softly, his voice cutting through the quiet shuffle of her movements. She popped her head out of the bathroom, her expression immediately lighting up when she saw him lounging on the bed.
"Yes, Commander? Do you need anything?" She asked, tilting her head slightly in that endearing way that made his heart skip a beat.
"Yeah" He said, his voice calm but firm. He patted the space next to him on the bed. "Come here for a moment."
Her cheeks immediately flushed, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, but I still have to—"
"Charybdis" He interrupted gently but insistently, sitting up straighter. "Come here. Please."
She hesitated for just a second before giving a little nod. "Of course, Commander" She said, setting the last of the towels down on the bathroom counter before making her way to him.
As she approached, he reached out, wrapping his arms around her waist the moment she got close enough. She let out a soft, startled gasp as he pulled her down onto the bed with him, her lithe form settling against his as his embrace tightened.
"Commander!" She squeaked, squirming slightly in his hold, though she made no real attempt to escape. Instead, she brought her hands to his chest, her blush deepening as she looked up at him. "W-What are you doing?"
"Keeping you from overworking yourself" He said simply, his tone as warm as the smile on his face. "Sit here with me. Just for a little while. You've done enough today, Char."
She stared at him for a moment, her lips parting as if to argue, but the gentle circles he began to trace on her lower back with his fingertips quickly melted any resistance she might have had.
"O-Okay" She murmured, leaning into him and resting her head against his chest. "Just for a little while..."
"There we go" He said softly, resting his chin atop her head and tightening his arms around her slightly. "See? Isn't this better than running around organizing everything?"
She let out a soft laugh, her breath warm against his neck. "Maybe a little... You're very persuasive, Commander."
He chuckled, shifting slightly so they were both more comfortable. "And now, you're going to relax. No more maid duties for tonight. Just sit here and let me enjoy having you close."
Charybdis sighed contentedly, her body melting into his as the tension she hadn't realized she was carrying began to fade. A moment later, she tilted her head up, her soft gray eyes meeting his.
"If I'm not allowed to do maid duties" She said with a playful smile, her voice a little teasing, "Then I'll have to dote on you instead."
Before he could respond, she pressed a tender kiss to his cheek, lingering there for just a moment before pulling back, her expression warm and loving.
"Char..." He began, but his words trailed off as she leaned up again, this time planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
"You're so good to me" She murmured against his skin, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Commander."
His heart stuttered in his chest as she nestled closer, her arms sliding around his torso. Her lips found his jawline next, placing a soft, feather-light kiss there before she tucked her face into the crook of his neck.
"Alright, you win" He said with a chuckle, one hand coming up to gently run through her silky hair. "Dote away. I'm not going to stop you."
She giggled softly, her breath tickling his skin as she nuzzled closer. "Good" She said, pressing another kiss just below his ear. "Because I plan to spoil you just as much as you spoil me."
Finally, she leaned up to meet his lips, her hands pressing against his chest as she poured all her love into it. He didn't hesitate much, his hands still tightly around her waist, now once again tightening around it to bring her even closer.
Charybdis' kiss deepened, her lips soft and insistent against his as her hands slowly slid up his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. The Commander responded eagerly, one hand still cradling the small of her back while the other trailed upward, cupping her cheek.
"Commander..." She whispered between kisses, her voice trembling ever so slightly. Her shyness lingered, but there was an unmistakable longing in her tone, one that sent a jolt straight through him.
"Charybdis" He murmured back, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. He pulled her even closer, the warmth of her body pressed against his sending sparks of electricity coursing through his veins.
Her heart pounded against her chest as she felt his hand trace a line down her back, his touch both firm and gentle. She gasped softly into the kiss, her fingers tightening their grip on his shirt.
But just as his hand slid up to gently tangle in her hair, she pulled back slightly, her cheeks flushed and her lips slightly swollen from their shared passion. Her gray eyes shimmered with a mix of love and nervous excitement as she gazed down at him.
"C-Commander" She stammered, a coy smile tugging at her lips as she touched a hand to her cheek. "W-We should... slow down. Just for a moment."
He blinked, the heat of the moment subsiding slightly as he caught her meaning. Still holding her close, he tilted his head curiously. "Slow down? Something on your mind, Char?"
Her smile widened, a playful glint lighting up her eyes. "Well, I was just thinking... this is the Dragon Empery, after all. Such a special setting deserves something a little more..." She paused, her blush deepening as her fingers trailed along his chest. "...appropriate."
"Appropriate?" He repeated, raising an eyebrow at her teasing tone.
"You'll see" She said, her confidence growing as she gently extricated herself from his arms. She stood, straightening her dress and giving him one last, flirtatious glance over her shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom.
The Commander blinked at the closed door for a moment, a mix of curiosity and anticipation welling up inside him. "What is she up to?" He muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he tried to compose himself.
Minutes later, the bathroom door clicked open, and the sight that greeted him made his breath hitch.
Charybdis stepped out, now dressed in an entirely different outfit—one that was nothing short of stunning. The sleek, form-fitting cheongsam-like dress accentuated every curve of her figure, the high slit revealing just enough of her thigh to make his pulse quicken. The dark fabric shimmered faintly in the light, its elegance balanced by the luxurious white fur draped over her shoulders. Her sheer lace stockings and delicate high heels completed the ensemble, adding an air of sophistication that was almost otherworldly.
Her usual shy demeanor seemed to have melted away entirely, replaced by a quiet confidence that left him speechless. She stood there for a moment, letting him take in the sight of her, her hands delicately resting on her hips as she tilted her head slightly.
"W-What do you think?" She asked, her voice soft but steady, though the faint pink on her cheeks betrayed her lingering nervousness. "Does this... suit the occasion?"
The Commander's jaw worked silently for a moment before he finally managed to speak. "You... you look incredible, Charybdis. Absolutely stunning."
Her smile widened at his words, and she took a slow, measured step toward him, her heels clicking softly against the floor. The air around her seemed to shift, her usual warmth now tinged with an undeniable sensuality as she closed the distance between them.
"I thought you might like it" She murmured, stopping just in front of him. She leaned down slightly, her hands resting on his shoulders as her lips curved into a playful smile. "But... don't think for a moment that I'm done spoiling you tonight, Commander."
He swallowed hard, his hands instinctively reaching out to rest on her hips. "Oh?" He said, his voice low as he met her gaze.
She nodded, her confidence growing with every second as she slowly pushed him back against the bed. "You've taken care of me so well today" She said, her voice dropping to a near whisper as she straddled his lap, the fur shawl slipping slightly to reveal more of her bare shoulders. "I think it's my turn to take care of you now."
Her lips found his once again, softer this time, more deliberate, as her hands slid from his shoulders to his chest. The Commander could do little more than surrender to her gentle dominance, his own hands roaming her waist as their shared warmth began to rise once again.
He felt his fingers slowly sink in between the lines of her wear, tugging at the little red strings that kept her outfit on her. She cooed at his motions, easing her body onto his with care, rubbing her thigh-high covered thighs against his.
She eased herself up, licking her lips clean and placing one of her long, magical fingers onto her own lips. "You always taste so good my Commander~" She softly spoke, her eyes full of tease and love.
He shuddered under her, infatuated with the gaze and attitude she had decided to wear.
She rolled her shoulders a little, letting the fur finally drop from her body to reveal her whole, her form fitting dress leaving very little to his imagination. She brought her hand over to her tummy, pressing against the fabric to reveal how thin it really was, her skin beginning to show beneath it.
"You like this kind of thing don't you my Commander?" She teasingly asked, dropping a hand to his chest.
"I like seeing you get assertive Charybdis. . .it suits you" He quietly admitted, the maid raising a brow before smiling widely.
"Oh I know you do~ You get more. . .passionate, when I take charge at the start" She cooed, guiding his hands a little down with her own, letting them sit on curves of her hips.
Her gaze fell down, the erection he was sporting easily apparent to her practiced eyes. "Say. . .shall I deal with this?" She asked, already knowing the answer to her own question as she pressed her palm against the tent of his pants, her fingers grazing the spot his tip should be under.
He let out a low groan at the touch, his eyes shifting to a lustier tone as he looked up at the giggling maid. She looked like a goddess and nothing less, her smile so erotic and warm he felt his entire being give in to whatever she had in mind.
He went to ask what that was exactly but decided to just go with the flow, his words not really coming to him anyway.
He felt her hand glide up a few centimeters, her fingers clasping onto the hem of his pants and underwear all at once, a quite smile appearing on her face.
Charybdis' fingers danced with practiced ease, her nails grazing the sensitive skin beneath his navel as she slowly tugged his waistband downward. The Commander's breath hitched, his hips lifting instinctively to aid her, every nerve alight with the anticipation of her touch.
The air between them crackled with unspoken desire, her gaze locked onto his as the fabric slid away, revealing the full extent of his need for her. "Oh my~" She lovingly cooed, tugging at both his underwear and pants until they were both off, throwing them to the side and to the nearest chair.
She took a good look at his erection, her grey eyes sparkling with something warm as she lowered a hand to the pulsing skin, her fingers cold and soft making him tense up then and there.
She smiled at his reaction, taking a proper hold of his cock as her fingers pressed against all the places she knew he loved. Her thumb on the underside, pressing against the base of his tip as the rest of her fingers teased and caressed.
The Commander's breath hitched as Charybdis' fingers curled around him, her touch deliberate yet tender. Her eyes never left his, alight with a mix of affection and mischief, as she began a slow, rhythmic stroke—each movement calculated to draw out every flicker of pleasure.
"You're always so...responsive" She hummed, her voice velvet-soft. Her free hand drifted to the intricate closures of her cheongsam, nimble fingers undoing the delicate silk knots along her hip. The fabric whispered against her skin as she parted the slit, letting the dress fall open just enough to reveal one pale, perfect breast. The sight sent a jolt of heat through him, his hips twitching instinctively toward her hand.
"Like this, Commander?" She purred, leaning closer. Her breast brushed against his bare chest as she guided his trembling hand to cup her. "Go on...touch me. Let me feel how much you want this."
He needed no further invitation. His palm molded to her softness, his thumb circling her pert nipple until it pebbled beneath his touch. A breathless sigh escaped her lips, her strokes along his length faltering for a moment as she arched into his caress. The air thickened with the sound of their mingling breaths, the faint scent of her lavender perfume mingling with the heady musk of desire.
"See how well we fit together?" She murmured, her breath hot against his ear. Her fingers tightened ever so slightly around him, her pace quickening just enough to make his thighs tense. "You always...ah...make me feel so cherished."
Her words dissolved into a gasp as he rolled her nipple between his fingers, her hips grinding unconsciously against his thigh. Emboldened, she shifted suddenly, straddling his lap in one fluid motion. The Commander's hands flew to her waist, steadying her as she loomed above him, her dress pooling around them like spilled ink. Her confidence was intoxicating—the way her gaze burned into his, the sly curve of her smile as she pressed her chest to his face.
"Here" She breathed, fingers tangling in his hair as she guided him closer. "Let me...mmph...let me take care of you..."
Her skin was silken against his lips, warmth and the faint salt of her exertion tingling on his tongue as he lavished attention on her breast. Above him, Charybdis' breath came in stuttered hitches, her hand working him faster now, her thumb swiping over his leaking tip with each upward stroke. Every flick of his tongue, every suckling pull drew another gasp, another shudder from her—each reaction only spurring her to drive him closer to the edge.
"You're getting...so hard" She managed, her voice trembling between moans. Her thighs clenched around his hips, the damp heat of her arousal evident even through layers of fabric. "Is it...ah...my touch? Or seeing me like this?"
He answered with a hungry growl, teeth grazing her pebbled flesh as his hands slid beneath her dress to grip her hips. She cried out, her rhythm stuttering, and for a heartbeat, he feared she might unravel first. But Charybdis only laughed breathlessly—a rich, musical sound—as she pinned him more firmly against her chest.
"Patience, love," She teased, though the quiver in her voice betrayed her own need. Her fingers danced down the length of him, feather-light yet unrelenting, before her palm pressed firmly against his base. A choked moan tore from his throat as she dragged her hand upward in one agonizingly slow stroke, her thumb painting circles over his tip. "Let me...let me savor you a little longer."
Her words melted into a whimper as he suckled harder, his hands kneading the plush curves of her backside. The layers of her dress rustled with every rock of her hips, the friction of her lace-clad thighs against his skin maddening.
She was everywhere—her scent, her heat, the soft sounds spilling from her lips—and yet, through the haze of pleasure, he felt the tender intimacy of it all. This wasn't just desire; it was her heart laid bare, every touch a vow.
"Char" He groaned against her skin, his voice rough with need. His fingers dug into her hips, anchoring himself as much as urging her on. "I'm close...!"
Her answer was a breathless chuckle, her strokes turning relentless. "Then cum for me" She whispered, her lips brushing his temple. "Let me feel you...all of you..."
It didn't take any more than that, his cock twitching in her hand wildly before he finally came, his entire body bucking with her hand as her pace never slowed down. Spurts of cum now coated her hand, her thighs and her stomach, all having shot out with considerable force as she still drew out more and more of the white liquid.
Low, heavy moans left his lips as she drew out his orgasm in ways only she could, his back breaking completely as his head fell to her chest, his muscles struggling to find any connection with his burning nerves. "Yes. . .let it all out on me my Master~" She lovingly whispered, her tongue slowly snaking out of her mouth to be carefully placed against his ear. The lewd sounds of her licking sending shivers down his spine.
Finally, after what had felt like an eternity she stopped, fingers and palm still against his cock only stationary, aiding in keeping his erection well and truly alive. "Been a while since the last time I served you hm?" She hummed, using her clean, free hand to raise his head to hers before leaning down to steal his lips, somehow managing to make him take control of a kiss she initiated.
She felt a drop or two more escape him as her tongue coiled around his in her mouth, a lovely moan escaping her and rumbling in her chest, one that his hand had now taken the liberty of playing with. She let out another as his fingers trapped her nipples beneath two of them, a third gently flicking and playing with the pinkish nob.
The two parted not long after, both gazing down at the mess she had caused and he had been a part of. "We can move this to the bath Master. Unless this was enough for you?" She asked, her eyes flicking with tease as she asked him a question she knew the answer to.
Charybdis' thumb swirled lazily across his glistening tip, coaxing a strained whimper from his throat as she leaned closer, her breath a sultry caress against his ear. "Well? Shall I wash you thoroughly...or are you too spent already?" Her voice dripped with playful challenge, fingers tightening just enough to make his hips jerk.
He caught her wrist, his grip firm but tender, pupils blown wide with need. "Bath. Now."
Her answering laugh was pure mischief as she slid off the bed, the soiled dress somehow looking regal as she refastened its clasps with deliberate slowness. Cum streaked the dark silk like obscene constellations, yet she wore it like a second skin, hips swaying with theatrical grace as she retreated to the bathroom. When he followed, shirt hastily discarded, he found her standing beneath the rainfall showerhead, arms raised as water sluiced down the translucent fabric plastered to her curves.
"Oh dear" She purred, false innocence widening her eyes as rivulets traced the shadow between her breasts. "It seems I...mm...forgot something~"
Steam curled around them as he stepped into the spray, his bark of laughter mingling with the water's roar. "You're such a lewd maid"
Her mouth crashed against his, swallowing the half-hearted protest as her hands roamed his chest. The dress clung to her like liquid shadow, every dip and swell illuminated—a masterclass in coquettish torture.
When she pulled back, her teeth grazed his lower lip. "Tell me" She breathed, palm skating down his abdomen to circle his renewed hardness. "Where shall I begin?"
"Against the tiles. Now."
Her sharp inhale echoed off the marble as he spun her, his broad hands spanning her waist. The fabric bunched around her hips as she arched, lace-clad ass pressing into his throbbing length. Water cascaded down the valley of her spine as she peered over her shoulder, gaze molten. "Like this...Commander?" Her heel hooked around his calf, pulling him flush.
"Exactly like this."
His groan reverberated through her as she ground back, the sodden silk a slick barrier between them. He could map every freckle through the ruined garment, every shiver as his teeth found her shoulder. Charybdis' breath hitched when his fingers slid beneath soaked lace, clawing at the wall as he whispered hoarse filth into her skin—pristine, deadly, his.
"Please my Master. . ." She moaned out, her hands resting atop of his as he touched and caressed without care. ". . .do not give any mind to my undergarments, tear them if you wish, fuck me with them on or tease me endlessly. . .just touch me more"
He felt a shiver run down his spine at her words, a sense of dominance over her starting to settle as her entire being seemed to ease to his needs, her body becoming flush with his. He pulled her closer, his lips combing her skin as he went from her shoulders to her neck, offering her a glance she knew all too well.
For a second she seemingly broke character her eyes pleading at him before she realized his own wants and surrendered. "If you truly wish to give me a 'hickey' my Master. . .then please do not hold yourself back. My body is yours to mark" She quietly offered, his teeth sinking into her flesh seconds after as a heavy sigh left her lips.
She shuddered against him, his tongue licking her skin to just before the point it became uncomfortable before he backed off to look at his mark, one Charybdis quickly pressed her fingers against. "It seems I will have to set my colar a bit higher for the coming days" She happily stated, the Commander smiling against her back.
"Why? Does it matter if everyone knows you are mine?" He asked, the maid thinking about it for a second as she pressed her ever so wonderful ass against his erection, the shaft easing between the two mounds.
"No. I in fact think they already do. But I would prefer not to be a walking tomato each time I have to get out of your office to fetch something or give something to someone else. I am quite susceptible to being teased as you yourself has. . .time and time again found out" She voiced, feeling the amusement in his chuckles that run against her skin.
"I think you are quite adorable Char" He said, tightening the hold on her waist as the maid made an effort to hide her face though quickly gave up remembering where that could lead her. And so she quickly turned her head, not wanting to be endlessly teased for the whole night and begged for a kiss, one he was quick to give her.
As the two made out, she begun to gently buck her hips against his erection, getting him properly hard against as a hand of his went down her sides, his warmth easing into her skin despite the very wet dress she had on.
With her own hands pressed against the wall for support she couldn't make any effort to stop his descent, only able to sigh and moan against his lips as his hand crossed her ever so sensitive tummy and latched onto the thin lines of her underwear. His other hand had decided to remain 'idle' atop her breast, squeezing softly every once in a while to remind her of it's presence.
The sodden lace surrendered to his grip, sliding down her thighs with obscene slowness until Charybdis gave a breathless laugh and shook her hips—a deliberate roll that sent the ruined panties cascading to the shower floor. Her head fell back against his shoulder, water sluicing down her throat as his palm found the apex of her thighs.
"Finally" She sighed, knuckles white against the tiles. Her flesh pulsed beneath his touch, silken and swollen—a scandalous contrast to her coy words. "Though if you tease me with only your two fingers, Master, I'll—ahnnn!—"
Her threat dissolved into a moan as he crooked those digits inside her, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit in ruthless circles. Her knees buckled, but he held her upright, teeth scraping the shell of her ear. "You'll... what?" He murmured, drinking in the way her walls clenched around him—greedy, even now.
Charybdis turned her face toward him, lips parted around a silent plea, her pupils blown to black pools. He seized her mouth before she could speak, swallowing her whimpers as he worked her toward a precipice she clearly didn't want to reach alone. Her hand flew to his wrist, nails biting his skin—not to stop him, but to beg.
"More" She gasped against his lips when he finally let her breathe. Her hips rolled in frantic little circles, chasing the pressure of his hand. "Inside me—please—I want to feel you everywhere when—"
He cut her off with a searing kiss, his fingers withdrawing to grip her hip as he aligned himself. The swollen head of his cock caught her entrance, and she froze—a perfect statue of want, water coursing over the dark dress fused to her spine.
"Look at me" He demanded, voice rough.
She obeyed, trembling, her gray eyes glassy with lust as he pressed forward. The stretch drew a shattered moan from them both, her walls fluttering around him in frantic welcome. Her fingers scrambled against the tiles, smearing condensation as she fought to hold herself up.
"There" She choked out, arching back to take him deeper. The sodden dress strained against her breasts, nipples pebbled beneath the translucent silk. "Y-Yes... just like—"
He snapped his hips, burying himself to the hilt. Her scream fractured against the tiles, echoing off the steam-slick walls. "Master~" She could only voice, her entire body bucking as a small orgasm hit her entire form.
The porcelain tiles screamed cold against her fevered skin, a desperate contrast to the furnace of his body pinning her in place. Charybdis' moans fractured into gasps with every brutal thrust—water sluicing between their joined flesh, her ruined dress suctioned to her like a second skin. His palm never left her breast, fingers tormenting her nipple in cruel synchrony with the relentless circles his thumb pressed against her clit.
"Ngh—! M-Master—!" Her head thrashed back against his shoulder, the hickey he'd branded blooming lurid under the spray. "T-Too much—I can't—ah! AH!!"
Her walls convulsed around him, a silken vise milking his cock as she came with a shattered cry. But he gave no quarter, his hips pistoning harder, deeper, the obscene slap of skin drowned by the shower's roar. Tears mingled with hot water on her cheeks as she choked on a sob, overstimulation erupting into a raw, dizzying high.
"Shh..." His lips seared the shell of her ear, voice a graveled paradox of tenderness and tyranny. "Take it. All of it."
Her knees threatened to buckle, but his arm banded like iron across her abdomen kept her upright. When her legs finally gave out, he caught her hips mid-fall, yanking her back onto him with a growl that vibrated through
The relentless rhythm of his hips turned feral, each thrust driving her chest harder into the unyielding tiles as steam coiled around their tangled bodies. Charybdis' vision blurred—water or tears, she couldn't tell—her breath hitching in broken harmony with the wet slap of flesh.
His thumb never ceased its assault on her clit, the dual torment of overstimulation and rapture carving whimpers from her throat.
"Cum—! P-Please—!" She begged, raw and hoarse, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the slick wall. His growl vibrated through her spine as he crushed her closer, the hand at her breast slipping downward to clamp her jaw, forcing her head back.
"Beg nicer" He rasped, teeth sinking into the juncture of her neck.
She shuddered, her body arching like a bowstring. "P-Please, Master—fill me—"
The words cracked something primal in him. With a snarl, he yanked her hips backward, impaling her to the hilt as his release ripped through him—hot, relentless pulses that dragged a keening wail from her lips. Her walls clamped down greedily, milking every drop as her own climax crashed over her anew.
Their legs bucked and eventually gave in, muscles failing them as both glided down onto the floor, the maid well and truly atop of him. He was still well inside her though neither cared to change that.
With her orgasm subsiding Charybdis was finally able to feel his warmth inside of her, his cum in her womb having filled her up completely.
The warmth of the bathwater had started to lose its edge, cooling as the steam in the air thinned. Charybdis let out a slow, satisfied sigh, her body still pressed close to his beneath the water. The moment lingered between them—soft, unhurried—but eventually, she shifted slightly in his arms.
"We should probably get out" She murmured, tilting her head up to look at him, her gray eyes lidded with exhaustion and contentment.
He ran a hand down her back, fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns. "Yeah" He admitted, though he made no move to let her go just yet. "If we stay in much longer, I think we'll both turn into prunes."
She giggled, pressing a final, lingering kiss against his collarbone before carefully pulling away. Rising from the water, she let it cascade down her body, the dim lighting making the droplets shimmer against her skin.
She reached for the tie of her soaked dress, peeling the clinging fabric away at last. It fell to the floor with a soft, wet plop, leaving her completely bare for only a moment before she gracefully plucked a nearby robe and wrapped it around herself.
Turning, she found the Commander watching her, a small, amused smile tugging at his lips.
"What?" She asked playfully, securing the belt around her waist.
"Nothing" He said, shaking his head as he stood. "Just enjoying the sight of my maid naked after being always covered by a dress of sorts."
She huffed, but there was no real irritation behind it as she tossed him a robe. "Put this on before I change my mind about giving it to you" She teased, though her smile was warm.
With an easy chuckle, he took it, drying off before slipping into the plush fabric. Once they were both dressed, she reached for his hand without hesitation. He laced his fingers with hers, and together, they made their way back to the bed, their steps unhurried, their connection unbroken.
Charybdis climbed onto the bed first, shifting toward the center before turning onto her back. She stretched slightly, adjusting until she was comfortable, then opened her arms in open invitation.
"Come here" She said softly, her expression full of warmth.
The Commander didn't hesitate. He climbed in beside her, immediately gathering her into his arms, pulling her close until there was no space left between them. She nuzzled into his neck, her breath warm against his skin, and after a moment, she began pressing slow, tender kisses along his pulse, savoring each one.
Her fingers trailed up to rest over the mark he had left earlier, tracing its edges with delicate curiosity. She lingered there for a beat before tilting her head up, a teasing glint in her eyes.
"Maybe I won't wear a collar for the next few days" She mused, her voice lilting with mischief. "Let everyone see what you've done to me."
He let out a short laugh, low and affectionate, his fingers tightening slightly against her back. "You can do whatever you want, Char" He murmured before stealing a quick kiss from her lips, barely more than a brush, but enough to make her sigh happily.
She relaxed against him once more, their bodies settling into a perfect fit. With a quiet hum of contentment, she let her head rest against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her cheek. His arms remained secure around her, warm and protective, their hands still loosely intertwined between them.
For a while, they simply breathed together, letting the quiet night wrap around them. No words were needed. They had everything they wanted—right here, in each other's arms.
Chapter 13: Napoli's Dominating Love
Summary:
Napoli baby! She is quite the dom in this one just as in my A-Z so get ready for when that comes.
Chapter Text
He felt warm, so much so that he immediatly rejected any motion to move or wake up properly. He had yet to open his eyes, the morning rays seemingly blocked by something ,a gentle shadow that covered his body almost completely.
His nose picked up the scent of the person right next to him, the woman whose arms were currently well around his body. One arm rested against his back, having seemingly never stopped drawing circles atop of it while the other was against his head, ruffling his hair ever so gently and in a different position than the one it had occupied just before he had fallen asleep.
A soft shudder went down his spine at the very gentle giggle that just so happened to fill the room at that time just before the hold on him became a tinge tighter. His nose was now pressed against her sweater, her scent becoming all the more noticeable as his other senses came back to him.
Smell and hearing were already there and touch was just now becoming relevant again, his fingers flexing against her skin before once more easing against it, all five spread to maximize contact. She was just as he remembered her, soft, warm and extremely pleasing to touch.
His mouth was dry from a good night's sleep and the seeming impossibility to hydrate himself due to being held. Though at this very moment, taste didn't really matter to him and so his brain moved onto sight.
His eyes were still shut however. And he guessed that if he were to open them he would be greeted by. . .whatever color sweater she had decided to wear today. Most probably green like her usual outfit or red like her eyes.
Her eyes. . .those he wanted to see. An excuse maybe to fully wake up?
No.
His body moved on it's own, a low groan escaping him as he made his best effort to stick to her as much as he physically could. His legs, having just now been registered by his brain, moved in between hers, her bare thighs and calves softer than any other thing in this world.
The hold he had on her tightened, his chest now pressing against her own as he moved up a bit on the pillow, just enough to feel her breath against his temple. Her own hands moved to accommodate the change, shifting themselves up as the one on his back retreated only for a second to pull the covers up to his shoulders, before continuing it's thing.
Another giggle permeated the room, this one a lot softer and somehow warm in a way he could never truly understand. Though his tired brain quickly reminded his beating heart that he never truly needed to do so.
Then, silence filled the little space they had between them, his eyes still being closed aiding in drawing sleep back onto his bones before a very gentle touch had him thinking otherwise.
He opened one eye lazily, finding two red ones almost immediatly.
He felt her lean down against him, he felt her smile against his forehead as she made a smooch sound with her lips, more so jokingly that actually kissing him. Another giggle left her at his groan before he finally opened both his eyes, a beautiful first sight indeed.
"Morning sweetheart" Her voice came, melodic, warm and oh so inviting. Some of her lime hair clung to her face, the rest behind her or atop her shoulder.
"Morning" Came his response, low, guttural and followed by a similar noise from deep inside his chest.
She waited for him to properly wake up, one of his hands retreating to rub the sleep out of his eyes while the other still clung to her waist, touching in ways that only their love would ever allow as he got light holds of her skin in between his fingers.
Napoli's fingers never stopped their slow, lazy circles against his back. His body, still heavy with sleep, remained pressed against hers, the warmth between them lulling him into that blissful state where wakefulness and drowsiness blurred together.
He made a noise, something between a grunt and a hum, but otherwise didn't move.
Napoli giggled softly, her nails dragging feather-light over his scalp as she resumed stroking his hair. "I see how it is" She mused, shifting just a little, enough that he felt the way her thighs flexed around his own. "You're quite determined to stay like this, aren't you?"
His fingers twitched against her waist, tightening his hold as his other hand, now free from rubbing the sleep from his eyes, slid up to press against the small of her back. He buried his face further into her chest, exhaling deeply against the soft fabric of her sweater, her scent filling his senses completely.
A yawn escaped his lips, long and eye watering "Yeah. . .I am" He finally muttered, his voice rough with sleep.
Napoli chuckled again, her fingers tracing down the nape of his neck, nails barely scraping in that way she knew sent a pleasant shudder through his body. "Oh? Is my dear Commander being lazy?"
A deep hum rumbled in his chest. "It's our day off" He murmured, turning his head just enough that his lips brushed the hollow of her throat. "And you're warm. And soft."
His words were met with a slow inhale from Napoli, her fingers momentarily pausing in his hair before resuming their gentle ministrations.
"And you" She whispered, shifting her hips just enough to press herself even closer against him, "Are quite the handful in the mornings, aren't you?"
He smirked against her skin, his lips barely grazing the edge of her jaw before he moved to her cheek, pressing a slow, lingering kiss there. Napoli let out a pleased hum, her hand slipping beneath his shirt, fingertips tracing slow, idle lines along his spine.
It was a kind of touch he'd grown used to with her—not demanding, not urgent, just. . . constant. Napoli always had a way of keeping them connected, of ensuring that no matter what, she was touching him in some way. It was possessive, in its own quiet way.
Not that he minded.
"Tell me" She murmured, her voice taking on that familiar teasing lilt again "Do you intend to keep me in bed all morning, sweetheart?"
He barely hesitated. "Yes."
Napoli giggled, nuzzling her nose against his temple before she exhaled, slow and content. "Then I suppose I should make myself comfortable, shouldn't I?"
She shifted slightly, the movement bringing their legs closer together, their bodies pressed flush as the covers draped around them like a cocoon. Her fingers traced back up his back, dragging over his shoulder blades before she settled her palm against his cheek, guiding his face up to hers.
Crimson eyes met his, their depths warm and filled with something he could only describe as devotion. Napoli smiled, slow and lazy, before she leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft, lingering kiss.
He melted into it, the taste of her warmth, her everything, pulling him under in the best possible way. It was slow, unhurried, a kiss meant to savor rather than take. Napoli sighed against him, her fingers threading deeper into his hair as she kissed him again, tilting her head just enough to deepen it.
When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads resting together, Napoli's lips curved.
Her fingers grazed along his jaw, her nails tracing lazy lines over his skin before she hummed softly. "Would you like to go back to sleep, sweetheart?" She whispered, her voice warm, inviting, as if she were tempting him into staying tangled with her for just a little longer.
He exhaled, lips parting as he considered it, but a flicker of curiosity prodded at his half-dazed mind. "What time is it?"
Napoli shifted just slightly, her hold on him never faltering as she turned her head toward the nightstand. Her crimson eyes flickered over the clock before she let out a light chuckle. "11:36."
A groan rumbled from his chest as he ran a hand down his face. "Yeah... I probably shouldn't go back to sleep."
Napoli smirked, tilting her head. "Oh? And why is that?"
He let out a slow sigh, shifting just enough so that his body molded further against hers. "Because I should probably eat something before it turns into lunch."
Her fingers trailed down his spine, slow and deliberate, her touch a quiet contrast to her words. "Mmm... I suppose that's fair" She mused, voice light, playful. "But... you could also just stay here, get breakfast later. Or skip it entirely."
He lifted a brow, amusement flickering through his sleep-heavy gaze as she leaned in, lips brushing against his ear.
"Whatever you decide" She whispered, her voice a gentle caress against his skin, "I'll be right here with you"
A small smirk tugged at his lips, and he huffed a quiet chuckle. "That was... incredibly corny."
Napoli's giggle was barely a warning before her hands moved—one gripping his waist, the other sneaking beneath his sweater to find the most sensitive spot on his ribs. His eyes widened, a surprised grunt escaping him before a chuckle of his own followed, his body instinctively twitching at the sensation.
"Napoli—!"
Her grin widened. "What was that? I don't believe I heard you correctly, dear" She teased, fingers dancing along his skin in light, relentless strokes.
His laughter came unbidden, his body twisting against her as he tried (and failed) to grab her wrists. "Alright—alright, I take it back" He gasped between chuckles, his breath uneven. "You win!"
Napoli relented, her hands slowing before they settled once more against his waist, her nails dragging lazily as she smirked. "That's better."
He exhaled, catching his breath, only to glance up at her with a teasing glint of his own. "You're the worst."
Napoli feigned an innocent look, her fingers still tracing slow, meaningless shapes over his skin. "Oh? Then I just happened to remember—I actually have something I need to do."
Her body shifted, just enough to feign pulling away, but before she could even think of leaving his arms, he moved.
His hands found her waist, fingers pressing into her skin as he pulled her back down against him in one smooth motion. Napoli barely had time to react before his lips were on hers, capturing her in something deeper, something heavier than before.
A quiet gasp left her before she melted, her teasing demeanor slipping away in favor of something far more raw, far more wanting. Her fingers curled against his back, her legs tightening around his as she kissed him back with fervor, with a need that matched his own.
The taste of him—warm, drowsy, familiar—filled her senses completely. She felt him sigh against her lips, felt the slow drag of his hands over her back, pulling her ever closer, like he had no intention of letting her go.
When they finally broke apart, their breaths mingling, Napoli's lips curled into something soft, something undeniably satisfied.
"Well..." She murmured, eyes hooded, voice slow "That was... persuasive."
He grinned, his thumb brushing against her waist in slow, lazy circles. "And?"
Napoli hummed, pretending to consider it before she pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. "And I suppose breakfast is still happening, after all."
His chuckle was low, pleased. "Good."
She sighed dramatically, though her smile remained. "Though, before we do..."
She leaned down, her lips brushing just against his ear, her breath warm, teasing.
"Do you remember the promise I made a few days ago?"
His fingers twitched against her back, his body tensing slightly beneath her. She felt the way his breath hitched, the subtle shift of his grip as his heartbeat picked up, just a little.
Her lips barely touched his earlobe as she whispered, slow, deliberate.
"The one about morning pleasure... before breakfast?"
A shiver ran down his spine, and Napoli grinned, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted him. She shifted to straddle his waist, her bountiful body hanging from above him as her chest pressed against the thick fabric of her sweater.
Her red eyes met his, playful and full of something he couldn't quite place. Her hair fell around them, almost creating a lime vail that actually smelt of something fruity.
While under her he realized that she in fact wore nothing else other than her sweater and her panties, her legs bare and free to rub against his own as they did. Now that he had his senses he realized once more how impossibly soft they were though his hands were still well occupied with her waist.
Napoli's weight above him was both grounding and electric, every brush of her thighs against his hips, every shift of her hips against his lower abdomen, sparked heat that settled deep in his gut.
Her crimson eyes flicked down to his lips, then back to his eyes, slow and deliberate. "Well then. . ." She murmured, voice low and syrupy, "Shall we get on with the pleasure part?"
He didn't answer.
He couldn't.
His breath caught as she rolled her hips, slow and subtle, but enough—enough to feel the soft, heated pressure of her barely-there panties dragging over the fabric of his boxers. It was maddening. His hands tightened on her waist, fingers digging just a little into her skin, grounding himself even as his mind began to fog.
"Napoli..." He growled, low and warning.
But she only smiled—that wicked, beautiful smirk that always meant trouble. Her fingers slid under the hem of his sweater, trailing up his bare chest with featherlight touches that left goosebumps in their wake.
She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "You've kept me warm all night... it's only fair I return the favor."
Her hips shifted again, deliberately slow, grinding against him with a delicious friction that had his back arching involuntarily, a groan ripping from his throat.
She chuckled, her breath hot against his skin. "There it is" She whispered, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell of his ear. "That's what I wanted to hear."
One hand braced against his chest, nails dragging lightly over his skin, while the other slid lower—slow, trailing over his ribs, past his abdomen—until she reached the waistband of his boxers. She didn't move further, didn't slip inside. Not yet.
Instead, she dipped her head, her lips finding the base of his throat. She kissed there, then sucked, slow and deliberate, a low moan vibrating from her as she felt his pulse jump beneath her mouth.
"Gods, you're cruel" He hissed, voice ragged.
Napoli looked up through her lashes, her expression dark with mischief. "And yet, you love it," She purred.
Her fingers teased along the waistband again, slipping just beneath the edge. "Shall I?"
His answer came in the form of a guttural sound somewhere between a growl and a plea as his hands moved from her waist to cup her hips, pressing her down harder against his arousal. His body trembled beneath hers, every nerve alight.
"Take it off" He ground out. "Now."
Napoli giggled, that devilish little sound, and she obeyed but only halfway. She reached for the hem of her sweater and pulled it up slowly, purposefully, revealing inch after maddening inch of smooth, glowing skin until-
The sweater slipped over her head and was tossed to the side.
And there she was.
Completely bare, save for the thin strip of fabric clinging low to her hips, her chest rising and falling with shallow, heated breaths. Her skin flushed, her nipples taut from the chill and arousal, her eyes drinking in the hunger on his face with satisfaction.
"Well then..." She whispered, her voice now breathy, laced with heat. "Where were we?"
He sat up in one fluid motion, catching her in his arms and pulling her flush against him. Their mouths collided, no longer teasing, no longer slow. This was heat, fire, hunger. Tongues tangled, breaths mingled, and hands roamed freely.
She gasped as his mouth broke from hers and trailed downward, nipping at her throat, kissing between her breasts, his hands firmly gripping her thighs as he shifted them so she straddled his lap completely.
"Napoli" He breathed, his voice hoarse, reverent. "You're perfect."
Napoli felt the shift in his posture before she saw it. One moment, she was straddling him—flush against his chest, her thighs bracketing his hips and the next, she was on her back, gasping softly as the Commander loomed above her. His eyes were no longer sleepy; they burned now, stormy with desire, locked onto hers like she was the only thing that mattered.
"You're mine this morning" He growled, low and breathless, his voice brushing against her skin like velvet heat. "No distractions. No missions. Just this."
His mouth was everywhere, her collarbone, the swell of her breast, the dip of her waist. Each kiss left her trembling, each stroke of his tongue or teeth made her arch up into him, fingers clutching at his shoulders, his hair, anything to ground herself as the pleasure built in slow, aching waves.
When he took one of her nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue lazily while his hand massaged the other, a whimper spilled from her lips. Her back arched, her thighs squeezed around his waist, and her breath came in soft, desperate pants.
"Commander..." She moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers tangling tighter in his hair. "You're teasing..."
His gaze flicked up, lips curving into a smirk against her skin. "Oh, I haven't even started."
One hand slid downward, gliding over the smooth plane of her stomach, until his fingers found the edge of her panties. He hooked them slowly, deliberately, watching her the entire time as he dragged them down over her thighs. She lifted her hips instinctively, helping him shed the last barrier between them.
And then she was bare.
Utterly, devastatingly bare beneath him, flushed and glistening, her thighs slightly parted in invitation. The sight of her so vulnerable, so ready, stole the air from his lungs.
"You're so beautiful" He murmured, reverent. And then his hand was between her legs, fingers parting her gently as he found her center wet, hot, and already pulsing around nothing. He used one to slowly spread her lower lips, her lust oozing out in slow droplets and coating his fingers.
She offered no resistance to his intrusions, her walls crumbling around him only instinctively, already acquainted with his touch.
Her moan was immediate, high and breathy, as his thumb found her clit and began circling it slowly, applying just enough pressure to make her tremble. With that he eased another finger inside, two spreading her open and his thumb toying with a very sensitive nob.
"You've been like this all morning?" He asked, his tone husky, teasing. "From just cuddling?"
"You—" She gasped as he slowly eased his fingers deeper inside of her, pressing against the top of her wet sex and showing a tiny bump atop her abdomen, "You were grinding into me first..."
He chuckled darkly. "So you're blaming me?"
She didn't answer—not with words. Instead, she rocked her hips into his hand, the pleasure mounting fast and hot as his fingers worked her open, curling inside her just right while his thumb never stopped its torturous circles.
She knew her own longing well. It had been one too many days without her lover's touch and already she was crumbling. She had done her best on her own but it could not compare to this, to him.
And just as she was teetering on the edge, breath caught, eyes wide—
He stopped.
A cry of protest slipped from her lips, and her eyes snapped open in frustration, only to find him pulling back just enough to push down his boxers and free himself—hard, thick, and already glistening with anticipation.
Her breath hitched. Her frustration melted almost instantly, love and need once again covering her eyes as she dragged a hand of hers down her skin and atop her lower lips. She saw where his gaze was, keeping hers on his face as she used two fingers to slowly, teasingly spread herself open, the cold air teasing her.
He lowered himself again, nudging her thighs apart further with his own as he lined himself up against her spread entrance. The heat of him there, so close yet not inside, was maddening. Any other day and she would have the strength to resist a tiny bit more but not today, not after so long.
"Say it" He whispered, voice rough. "Tell me what you want."
She looked up at him, flushed, panting, her red eyes glassy with need. "I want you" She breathed. "Now. Please."
Her voice came soft, softer than usual. It wasn't the norm for her to beg for him so openly but love and lust do weird things to the brain. She didn't mind the situation, not at all, finding her heart beating just a tinge faster at the 'scenario' the had built up slowly. She had planned on taking him down pleasure road but. . .maybe he himself couldn't hold back any more.
He eased into her slowly, inch by inch, stretching her, filling her until their bodies were flush, locked together in perfect heat. Her moan was long, low, drawn from somewhere deep as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
They stayed still for a breath, just feeling. Her warmth around him, the pulse of her body, the way she clenched so perfectly as if made for him.
He felt how wet she truly was, how hungrily her lower lips tried to suffocate his member, responding to each twitch and every minor movement as it was put on full display how much her body had grown accustomed to his.
He took a second to admire her red eyes and then he moved.
His thrusts started slow, deliberate, grinding deep each time, making her feel every inch of him. But as her nails bit into his back and her breath grew more erratic, his pace quickened, each snap of his hips harder, deeper, the wet sound of their bodies filling the air along with her cries and his low, guttural groans.
"Napoli..." He growled against her throat, his voice ragged. A hand of hers shot to his neck, grabbing it with force, his head now pressed against her throat as his lips and teeth scarred it with care that made her shiver from deep down.
Her unmoved fingers clawed at his back, her legs trembling as she met each thrust with her own, needy movements. "Don't stop" She whispered, gasping. "Don't—ah—don't stop—"
He didn't. He couldn't.
Their rhythm became frantic, desperate, bodies slamming together with abandon, the bed creaking beneath them. Sweat slicked their skin, her breasts bouncing with each motion, his hands gripping her hips tight enough to bruise.
He fell closer to her, her nipples grinding against his flesh in a way that made her go eye wide for just a mere second, before she was forced to close them again due to the pleasure.
She tensed each time her special points were hit, his tip attacking them relentlessly, her toes curling against his back. She tried to hold him tighter, closer, maybe slow him down a tinge to regain her bearings but that was impossible.
Her body didn't want to follow through on her brain's wishes, instead they conformed to her hearts that ached for more of his love and unending pleasure.
She felt her abdomen tighter, a telltale sign that she was already close, her body ready to surrender to his.
And then—her moan hitched, her body tensing under him. He felt her tighten around him, her climax crashing over her like a wave. She cried out his name, trembling beneath him as she came hard, her walls pulsing, milking him.
He thought he could handle it like he had other times.
But no. The start to the day, her warmth, her scent, her sounds, they all came crashing into his brain as she came around him, his cock now wet with her lust and love and buried deep inside her unrelenting snatch.
He couldn't hold himself any longer.
With a groan that bordered on a growl, he thrust once, twice more—then came inside her, burying himself deep as he released with a long, shuddering breath. His whole body trembled above hers, his forehead pressed to her shoulder as he rode out the aftershocks, breathless and shaking.
For a long moment, they didn't move.
Only their breathing filled the room—heavy, labored, sated.
Then slowly, he lowered himself beside her, arms still tight around her waist as he pulled her against him. She curled into his chest, her breath warm against his skin, her fingers lazily tracing along his ribs.
"Well," Napoli murmured, voice hoarse and satisfied "That... might've been better than breakfast."
He laughed, weakly. "Who needs pancakes when I have you?"
She giggled, snuggling closer. "Still want to get up?"
"Not even a little" He muttered, pressing a lazy kiss to her forehead. "You're stuck with me."
A Few Quiet Minutes Later
Steam curled lazily through the bathroom, fogging the mirror and softening the morning light that filtered through the frosted window. The showerhead poured a steady stream of warmth over Napoli’s bare body, rivulets tracing down her curves, washing away the evidence of their earlier indulgence.
She sighed, long and low, her hand trailing languidly over her stomach, then further down—idly exploring the slight soreness between her thighs with a quiet, satisfied hum. Her skin still tingled from where his hands had gripped her, where his teeth had left faint impressions, where he had spilled himself deep inside her.
What a lovely start to the day.
She had only just begun to lather herself again—soap trailing down the dip of her lower back—when the door creaked open.
She didn’t turn, though a sly smile tugged at her lips. “Can’t give a girl five minutes?” She mused, her voice echoing slightly in the tiled space.
The curtain pulled back just enough to let the Commander step in, already stripped, the heat of the water instantly soaking into his skin. His eyes found hers over her shoulder, dark and glinting.
“I owe you something” He murmured, stepping closer.
“Oh?” Napoli teased, not bothering to hide the amused edge in her tone as she continued running her hands over her wet thighs. “You think I was keeping score?”
He said nothing at first, just pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then her neck. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest from behind, the feel of his cock, now semi-hard, brushing against her ass.
“I do” He whispered. “And this morning... you gave me everything.”
She inhaled slowly as he kissed along her spine, each touch reverent. But before she could reply, he was sinking lower.
Napoli blinked, surprised, as he eased himself down to his knees behind her—his hands gliding over her thighs, spreading them ever so slightly. The shower continued to rain down, water sliding between them, making every movement slick and sensual.
“Commander?” She asked, her voice lower now, breath hitching slightly. “What are you doing?”
He looked up at her, face inches from the back of her thigh, his lips brushing wet skin. “Let me return the favor. Just... let me taste you.”
Something in his voice, something devoted, made her breath catch.
“Well” She purred, turning slightly to face him more fully. Her fingers gently guided his chin upward until his eyes locked onto hers, and then she tilted her head, amused. “If you’re going to be down there... might as well do it properly.”
She hooked one leg over the edge of the tub wall beside him, exposing herself fully, water trailing over her sex like a silken invitation.
“On your knees for me” She murmured, her voice like liquid heat.
He obeyed instantly, settling onto the tile, his eyes drinking in the sight of her like a man starved.
“Good boy” She whispered.
She guided his head in with a light tug of wet fingers in his hair, her thigh flexing subtly as she braced herself. He leaned forward, kissing the inside of her thigh, then the other, slow and worshipful. She sighed, her fingers curling around the back of his head.
When his lips finally found her, soft, warm and reverent—Napoli let out a soft moan, her hips twitching forward slightly.
His tongue flicked out, slow at first, tasting her. Then deeper, firmer, parting her folds as he began to eat her out with a mix of practiced reverence and hungry devotion. She leaned back slightly, one arm bracing against the shower wall as her breath hitched.
“Mmm. . . that’s it” She murmured, her voice trembling slightly. “You do know how to use that mouth. . .”
He hummed in response, the vibration sending a pulse of pleasure straight through her core. Her fingers tangled tighter in his soaked hair, guiding his movements—pressing him in when he moved too softly, tilting his head just so when she wanted more.
Her breath hitched again as his tongue dragged a languid stripe through her folds, his hands now bracing her thighs as he buried himself deeper into the task. Each flick, each press of his mouth against her core sent jolts through her body, and her moans became softer, breathier, the kind that curled at the edges of pleasure and power.
Napoli let her gaze drop to him, on his knees, soaked, mouth utterly devoted to her—and something primal sparked in her.
Still balanced on one leg, she let her free foot slide downward from his chest. He barely reacted, too consumed by his task, until her toes brushed over the plane of his abs. Slowly, deliberately, she traced them down over the ridges of muscle, the ball of her foot gliding toward his groin.
That made him pause, only for a moment, as her foot reached lower and found the hard length of him, already pressing up proudly against his lower belly.
“Oh?” She cooed, her voice laced with dark amusement. “Look at you... hard already, and I haven’t even touched you properly.”
He groaned low against her, the sound muffled by her soaked heat, and Napoli chuckled softly. With just the barest pressure of her foot, she rubbed along the length of him, teasingly slow, her toes curling around his shaft while her heel pressed just below.
He twitched under the touch, hips shifting slightly as she continued to roll her foot over him with infuriating control. He wasn’t going to cum from this alone—but she could tell how much it affected him, the way his breathing hitched, how his tongue faltered for just a second before returning to her with even more urgency.
She rewarded him with a roll of her hips, pressing into his mouth as her foot dragged along his cock again, the water now making every movement smooth, gliding, deliberate.
“That’s it” She whispered, her voice a sultry lull. “You keep worshipping me down there... and I’ll play with this.”
He moaned into her, helpless, head caught between her thighs and her heel resting lightly on his pelvis. She felt him throb under her foot, and the thrill of control sent a fresh wave of heat through her.
She alternated her movements, grinding her hips forward to meet his mouth, her foot pressing and teasing his shaft with slow, purposeful strokes. Every part of her was being pleasured, every nerve ending singing.
He sucked her clit gently into his mouth, flicking his tongue with practiced precision, and Napoli’s head fell back with a sharp gasp. Her grip on his hair tightened, pulling him closer, her leg tightening slightly around his head.
And still—she didn’t stop with her foot. If anything, her movements became more focused, pressing the arch of her foot down on his length, giving him enough friction to make him twitch beneath her, but never enough to release him.
“Such a good boy” She murmured, breath coming quicker now. “Taking care of me like this... earning your pleasure.”
She was close—so close she could taste it in her breath, feel it coil low and tight inside her.
And then he hit just the right rhythm—his tongue circling her clit while one hand slid up to grip her ass and pull her against his mouth. Her entire body shuddered, hips jerking forward as the orgasm slammed into her without warning.
She cried out, one hand slapping the tile wall for balance, the other tangled in his hair as her thighs trembled around his head. Her foot stilled against his cock as she rode the waves of her release, her voice dissolving into gasps and broken moans.
He held her steady through it, mouth never leaving her until her twitching slowed and her breath began to even out.
Finally, she let her grip loosen, gently guiding his head back. He looked up at her, mouth glistening, his eyes heavy with adoration and lust.
Napoli smiled down at him, her foot giving one final teasing stroke against his cock, eliciting a shudder and a groan from deep in his chest. She loved that sound—how he trembled under the smallest touch, how even now, after worshipping her, he looked like he’d give anything just for permission to finish.
Her fingers slid from his hair, wet strands clinging to his cheek as she guided him up with a quiet, “Stand.”
He obeyed without hesitation, his chest rising and falling with barely controlled need, water trailing in rivulets down his sculpted frame. His cock stood thick and flushed, twitching slightly, the head glistening from her teasing.
“Turn around” She added, her tone soft but commanding.
He hesitated, just a flicker of confusion crossing his face, but he did as she asked, turning his back to her.
And Napoli stepped in close.
Her bare body pressed against his back, slick with water, soft curves molding to firm muscle as her arms slowly circled his waist. She pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss between his shoulder blades, then let her hand drift down.
Her fingers curled around his cock from behind, warm, confident, already stroking slow, deliberate lengths from base to tip. Her thumb brushed over the sensitive head, and he groaned, leaning back slightly into her touch.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” She murmured, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, her breath warm and honeyed. “Being on your knees for me.”
He nodded, breath shallow, eyes closing as he let her hand work him.
“I like it too” She whispered, her strokes languid, teasing, alternating pressure and speed. “You always make such lovely noises when you're the one being touched.”
Her other hand ghosted up his chest, fingers tracing slow circles over his sternum as she pressed her lips against his neck.
“You know what I’ve been thinking about?” She purred, voice dropping low, velvet over fire. “Now that we have the next few days off… all the things I want to do to you.”
His breath caught, and she smiled.
“I want to tie you to the bed… leave you there begging while I take my time. Maybe make you cum once… twice… and then keep going, just to see how much you can take.”
Her hand gave a sudden squeeze as she stroked upward, and he groaned, hips twitching slightly.
“Or maybe I’ll ride you until you’re the one begging me to stop” She whispered, her tongue flicking over his earlobe. “Until your hands are gripping the sheets, and you forget your own name.”
Her strokes picked up pace, still not rushed, but firmer, more purposeful now. His cock throbbed in her hand, and she could feel his muscles tensing, his jaw tight, his groans deeper now, less restrained.
“Would you like that?” She breathed. “Me on top of you, taking every inch, grinding until we’re both sore and soaked in sweat?”
“Napoli—” He growled, voice tight, eyes clenched shut.
“Oh, I know you would” She teased, nipping at his shoulder before wrapping both arms around him now, one hand stroking, the other splayed over his chest to keep him grounded.
She alternated again, slow strokes, then fast ones, her thumb circling the head in wet, maddening spirals. Her whispers never stopped, a stream of fantasies and promises, some tender, some utterly filthy.
And then,
She felt it.
The sudden hitch in his breath, the full-body tension, the heat surging through him.
“That’s it” She whispered, lips brushing the side of his throat. “Cum for me.”
He let out a low, broken sound—half groan, half moan—as he came hard into her hand, hot pulses spilling over her fingers and down his length, mixing with the shower water streaming over them both. She held him steady through it, stroking him through every wave until he finally sagged against her, chest heaving.
Napoli nuzzled his neck, her smile smug and satisfied. “There” She breathed, planting a soft kiss just behind his ear. “Now we’re even.”
He turned slowly, catching her by the waist, pulling her close until their bodies pressed flush once again. He was breathless, dazed, completely hers in that moment.
“Cuddles?” She offered, her voice sweet now, as if she hadn’t just jerked him off while whispering all manner of wickedness into his ear.
His eyes fluttered open, and he let out a weak chuckle. “Gods, yes.”
Napoli smirked, kissing him gently as she turned off the water. “Then dry off, Commander. I want you back in bed. We’re not done enjoying our day off just yet.”
Chapter 14: Honeymoon With Friedrich
Summary:
I finally found the inspiration to write a whole chapter! I have been dancing around doing one for Friedrich, couldn't find the right idea, found it, wrote it, loved it! It's a bit more femdom than usual but eh, you should have expected as much.
Chapter Text
The golden rim of the sun was sinking into the horizon, casting long streaks of amber across the quiet sea. Waves rolled in gentle procession, brushing against the smooth sand with a hushed rhythm, as if the world itself had learned to whisper. The beach, untouched and pristine, stretched out on either side like a forgotten dream, a private stage crafted only for two.
At the center of it all, atop a massive cushioned sun lounger nestled slightly beneath the shade of a flowing white canopy, the Commander and Friedrich der Große lay side by side. Shoulders brushed with every small breath. They didn't speak. They didn't need to.
His white shirt hung open and loose, the linen catching the breeze just enough to ripple against his sides. The blue of his swim trunks matched the soft gleam of the sky above, made brighter by the soft color of his sun-warmed skin.
One of his hands was tucked behind his head, fingers lazily spread in his messy hair that stuck from the salt and sun-lotion that still lingered atop his fingers, it's smell a pleasing constant to their noses.
The other was entwined with hers.
Friedrich was warmth and beauty made flesh. Her long, toned figure reclined against the plush cushion with practiced grace, each movement unhurried, each breath deliberate. Her attire was enough to command the entire horizon's attention, a deep violet bikini, richly trimmed with gold that shimmered whenever the light kissed it just right.
A translucent wrap of silken fabric hung low around her hips, sheer and black, barely brushing the top of her thighs. Her long, elegant legs stretched out in perfect angles, the gold anklets at her feet catching the last rays of light.
The real centerpiece, though, was her presence, the way her long, silvery-lavender hair spilled around her shoulders and down her back, catching on the soft fabric behind her. Of course atop her head were her two red horns, there and unmistakable, lovingly touched by her man as much as any other part of her had, esspecialy during cuddling.
She was barefoot, her nails painted a deep crimson that matched the subtle gloss on her lips and the kiss mark hidden away atop his shoulder, maintaned throughout the day by his truly. Her violet eyes, lidded and calm, never strayed far from the crashing sea.
And yet, her fingers stayed laced in his. Firm, but not forceful.
This was no ordinary vacation. It was their honeymoon, the first slow breath taken after vows had been spoken in a quiet, regal ceremony just days before. The resort was isolated, a remote jewel of white sand and emerald palms, staffed entirely by Royal Navy maids who ensured the privacy and comfort of their guests.
A few other Ironblood ships had been invited, close confidants of Friedrich's, but at this hour, with the tide murmuring and the sun dipping low, the beach was deserted.
Only the two of them remained.
The Commander turned his head just enough to look at her. She hadn't looked away from the ocean, but her thumb brushed gently across the back of his hand, the softest answer to a question he hadn't spoken aloud.
Then, without a word, she leaned over. Her lips pressed to the side of his head, just above his ear, a kiss that lingered, slow and purposeful. The kind that wasn't asking for anything. Just giving.
When she pulled back, her breath was still warm against his skin. "Tell me something" She said softly, her voice like satin draped in midnight. "Anything. Just a piece of your mind, mein Liebling."
He gave a quiet sigh, almost a chuckle, and tightened his grip on her hand. "I know I'm supposed to be relaxing" He muttered, glancing down at the woven strands of their fingers, "But my thoughts keep drifting back to work. Reports, operations, logistics. Stupid things."
Friedrich's laugh was low and lovely, more a hum than a giggle, the kind that resonated in her chest before reaching her lips. "Ah. My diligent, maddeningly responsible husband" She said, the title deliberately emphasized. His new 'title' meant to ring out across the night and fill the air.
"Still unable to unshackle himself from the helm, even on a private island."
Her hand guided his to her stomach, resting it there gently, her fingers sliding just enough to keep him from pulling away. She shifted her body with the same care she used in everything, slow, smooth, deliberate. Her wrap fluttered faintly as she turned onto her side, pressing more of her body against his, the curves of her figure molding easily to his side.
The hand that wasn't holding his moved with the same quiet purpose, rising to cup his cheek. Her palm was warm, her touch firm yet tender as she turned his face to hers, their eyes locking under the fading light.
Her golden eyes were luminous now, catching the sun's final flare. No longer calm. No longer distant. They glowed with quiet fire, a kind of heat that didn't blaze, but simmered, deep, seductive, all-consuming.
"Then let me redirect you" She said, her thumb brushing the edge of his jaw. "If you must give your mind to something, let it be to me."
Her lips barely moved as she spoke. Her words were low, syrup-smooth, her tone laced with something familiar: the promise of something indulgent, something inevitable.
"I would very much prefer it" She continued, her smile just a little wicked now, "If your thoughts wandered here. . ." Her hand slipped from his cheek, down to his chest, trailing slowly over his open shirt.
Fingertips glided over his skin, brushing faint traces of dried salt and sun lotion, the scent mingling with the perfume that still clung to her like a spell. ". . .instead of drowning in numbers and briefings."
He didn't answer, not with words. His chest rose beneath her touch, breath catching just slightly.
Her fingers traced over his heart, circling slowly before flattening against him. "Here. Do you feel that? That pulse?" Her lips curved into something softer. "It's still yours. Still beating because you're here. Not because you're needed by the fleet, not because someone wants your signature. Just here. With me."
Her voice dropped even lower, a sultry murmur that brushed the space between their mouths. "So, Commander. . . give it to me, then. That mind of yours. That heart. Let go of everything else."
She leaned in, her forehead nearly touching his. Her breath mingled with his, slow and steady. The hand resting on her stomach pressed his palm more firmly against her, letting him feel the heat of her skin through the thin violet fabric. A silent invitation. A reminder.
"Think of how my skin feels beneath your hand" She whispered. "The way I'm holding you. The sound of the waves, the way the breeze lifts the edge of your shirt. Think only of now. Of us."
She shifted just a little closer, enough for her thigh to press against his, her leg sliding partially over his own. Her wrap brushed against his hip like smoke. "Shall I help you forget?" She asked, tilting her head, lips nearly brushing his jaw. "You've been so good, so diligent, and now you're mine to indulge. Don't you think. . . I should reward you for all your effort?"
He said nothing at first. He didn't need to.
The way his hand flexed against her side, the way his body leaned into hers, the way his eyes locked with hers, it was all the answer she needed.
Friedrich's smile deepened. She pulled herself up, slow and unhurried, straddling his waist with a grace that never once disturbed the cushion beneath them. Her wrap fell open just slightly, the thin black fabric slipping aside, letting more of her thighs, her hips, the tight curve of her form catch the fire of the dying sun.
"Keep looking at me" She said, her hands resting on his chest as she leaned in, lips ghosting over his without touching. "Give me your attention, your focus, your everything. Just for tonight."
Her mouth finally met his in a kiss as deliberate as her every movement, deep, slow, full of intent. She didn't dominate. She didn't take. She led, coaxing him into her rhythm, into her warmth, into the world that was just theirs.
The waves crashed, distant and soft. The sky turned orange, then pink, then something darker. And still, neither of them looked away.
Slowly, they parted, the kiss trailing into a final breath, a strand of saliva stretched faintly between them before breaking, quick and silent. Her lips still tingled against his, and the taste of her lingered as the evening air cooled around them.
He looked at her, eyes half-lidded, heart still catching up to the moment. The way she sat above him, her figure framed perfectly against the rising moon, was enough to make the breath catch in his throat.
Her smooth skin, flushed faintly from the kiss, gleamed beneath the silver light. Every curve, every angle of her, looked as if it had been sculpted from desire itself. The shadows clung to her hips, traced her waist, and vanished into the depths of her hair, now slightly tousled from where he had touched her earlier.
He wasn't trying to be romantic, nor was it an attempt at charm. His voice was plain, casual, as if saying anything else would cheapen the view. "I should take a picture of you like this."
Friedrich tilted her head, the corners of her lips curling upward. "You should print it, too" She said, her voice velvet-smooth and laced with mirth "Tuck it into your wallet like some cheap love note. Imagine, opening it during meetings, sighing longingly like a sailor lost at sea."
He shook his head with a grin, eyes never leaving her. "No chance. I wouldn't get anything done. I'd probably just sit there staring at it until someone came to drag me out of the room."
She laughed, low and delighted. "Then perhaps it's better kept on your phone? A single swipe away whenever you need. . . focus?"
He didn't answer, only shrugged and reached to the side, fingers finding the phone sitting half-buried under a corner of the towel beside them. The screen lit up with a soft glow, cool against the warmth of her body still pressing into him. He unlocked it and angled the camera upward.
Friedrich watched him, the smallest flicker of curiosity in her golden eyes. "And how" She asked, brushing her fingers along the edge of his collar "Would you like me for this photograph, mein Kommandant? Shall I lie back, arch my spine, press my breasts together for your lens?"
He tried, poorly, to hold back the grin that spread across his face. "That's a dangerous question" He said, lips twitching into something smug and guilty all at once. "I might start asking for a lot of positions if I get into a groove of taking pictures"
Friedrich scoffed softly. "Pervert" She murmured with a smirk, her tone devoid of venom. Still, she shifted back slightly, straightening her posture with deliberate poise. Her legs remained folded neatly beneath her, her hands settling on her thighs. The wrap slipped down her hips again, and her back arched just enough to emphasize her chest beneath the golden-trimmed violet fabric. Her smile remained as dangerous as ever and yet, impossibly warm.
"Go on" She said. "Capture me."
He adjusted the angle, making sure the moon framed her perfectly. The flash stayed off. The moment didn't need it. His thumb pressed the shutter once, twice, and a soft click confirmed the memory had been preserved.
Friedrich leaned forward as he lowered the phone, reaching out with an elegant hand. "Let me see" She said.
He offered it without resistance.
Her eyes scanned the screen, expression unreadable at first, then slowly softening. "You have quite the eye" She said after a moment, handing the device back to him. "But then again, I did make it rather easy for you."
He set the phone down next to them, half-covered by the folds of the towel, and turned back toward her. "You make everything look easy."
Friedrich hummed at that, then leaned in again, slower this time, her arms circling his neck as she let her weight settle against him fully. Her body met his with a quiet sigh, and their warmth became one again.
"It's getting cooler" She whispered, her breath brushing his ear. "But I think I know how we can stay warm."
Her lips pressed to his neck next, just beneath his jaw, soft, unhurried.
"Shall we move inside?" She asked, though her tone made it sound less like a question, and more like an invitation to follow her into something inevitable. Her hips rolled subtly against his, just enough to remind him of what lay beneath the soft cloth still between them.
Friedrich made a quiet move to rise, her body shifting with intention and grace, but his arms tightened around her waist. She paused, her brow lifting slightly as she looked down at him.
His gaze didn't waver. It searched hers for a moment, then dropped slightly, not in shame, but in quiet hunger. His hands slid lower, slow and certain, until they settled at the curve of her ass. He gave the barest squeeze, his thumbs brushing just beneath the edge of her wrap.
Her expression didn't shift at first. But then her hips rolled in response, testing, brushing against the growing hardness pressed beneath her. The faintest breath caught in her throat.
"Here?" She asked, voice cool and curious, yet unmistakably laced with amusement. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her smile tilting. "Really, meine Liebe?"
He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. His fingers flexed again, and his eyes held hers like a silent plea. Not desperate, just honest. He wanted her. Now. Here. With the sound of the waves and the heat of her body filling his senses.
Friedrich sighed, deep and theatrical, and gave him a mock frown. "I am" She said slowly, "Deeply moved by how much you love me. And my body. Truly, it's flattering." Her fingers traced the line of his jaw. "But really, Commander. . . must you always think with your cock?"
The words were chastising. The tone wasn't. She leaned in, her breath brushing across his lips as she continued "Shouldn't you learn some restraint? Some measure of discipline?" Her voice dipped to a whisper, her tongue flicking playfully at the corner of his mouth. "You are my husband now, after all."
He swallowed, his hands hesitating just slightly as he processed her words, not realizing the tease beneath them and her own evident want. Guilt flickered in his eyes, his lips parting to form the start of an apology.
"I—"
She silenced him before the word could fully form, her mouth capturing his in a kiss far deeper than the last. This time there was no patience, no warm-up. Her lips moved with certainty, her body pressing flush to his as her tongue slipped past his, tasting him, coaxing him into the rhythm she chose.
He didn't resist.
His hands gripped her tighter, pulling her against him as their mouths moved together. Her tongue danced with his in slow strokes, firm and sensual, drawing soft sounds from his throat. She tasted like the sea breeze and something sweet and dark, wine perhaps, or something older.
The kiss stretched on, the kind that made time meaningless. When they finally broke for air, his breathing had deepened, his chest rising beneath her.
Friedrich's forehead rested against his, her lips brushing his again as she spoke.
"Don't apologize" She whispered. "I want it too. I always want it too. I alway. . .want you"
Her fingers found the buttons on his open shirt and slipped beneath them, splaying across his chest. She didn't move fast. She never needed to. Every motion had purpose. Every touch, meaning.
Friedrich's fingers smoothed down his chest, tracing the edge of his sternum before coming to rest just above his waistband. Her touch was gentle but certain, her golden eyes watching his every reaction with quiet intent. She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, her breath steady and warm.
"A quickie should do" She murmured, her tone low and indulgent, "Just something to satisfy us before we're forced to get dressed and pretend to care about dinner."
His brow lifted slightly, the haze of arousal momentarily pierced by confusion. "Dinner...?"
He had, in fact, completely forgotten about the meal the Royal Maids had prepared. About the time. About everything.
Friedrich's smile deepened. She kissed his cheek, soft and smug. "Don't worry, Liebling. We will be late" She said, her hand already sliding downward. "They can wait. This is far more important."
Her fingers reached the edge of his swim trunks and paused, her eyes flicking up to meet his. Without breaking eye contact, she dipped her hand beneath the fabric. The warmth of her palm curled around him, and he inhaled sharply, his body twitching in response.
Still half-hard from before, it didn't take much. The slow, practiced strokes of her hand were firm but not hurried, coaxing him into full readiness with the same deliberate precision she used for every gesture. Her grip shifted now and then, alternating pressure, her thumb brushing over the tip with the faintest motion as she watched his breath stutter.
He gritted his teeth, his hands curling into the fabric beneath them.
"You always react so beautifully" She whispered, voice velvet, "So easy to read. So honest."
Her lips brushed his again, but this kiss was brief. Her free hand moved to her hip, slipping beneath the sheer wrap and tugging the violet fabric of her bikini aside. She didn't need to look; she moved with total confidence, revealing herself to him without ceremony, without shame.
She lifted her hips slightly, guiding him to her entrance with the same hand that had just stroked him to hardness. Her folds were already wet, slick with want and warmed by the heat that had built between them from the very moment their kiss deepened.
Her body lowered onto him with slow, unbroken grace.
His head tipped back against the lounger, a groan tearing from his throat as she took him in inch by inch. Her walls welcomed him easily, already soft and ready, wrapping around him in a heat that made his fingers dig into her thighs.
Friedrich didn't moan. Not at first. Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttered closed, and her nails grazed lightly over his chest as she settled down fully, her hips pressing flush to his.
When she exhaled, it was with the quietest sound of pleasure, a low, feminine hum that vibrated through both of them.
"There" She whispered, rocking her hips just once, savoring the feel of him filling her. "That's better."
She opened her eyes again, her hair slipping forward over her shoulders as she leaned in. Her breasts, still barely held in place by the top of her bikini, brushed against his chest. Her lips hovered above his.
"Now hold still" She said, her breath warm, her tone deliciously strict. "Let me ride you like I own you."
Before she could move, he raised a hand to her chest, fingers hooking gently beneath the thin golden clasp between her breasts. It came undone with a quiet snap.
"I think they've suffered enough" He murmured, voice husky. "They deserve to be free."
Friedrich chuckled softly, a purr of approval slipping from her throat. "So thoughtful" She said. "What would I do without you?"
She pulled her hair back with one hand, twisting the black waves into a loose ponytail and tossing it over one shoulder. The other hand tugged the loosened bikini top down, letting it fall away and pool around her waist with her wrap. Her breasts, full and flawless, swayed gently with the movement, their soft weight settling naturally, her nipples already slightly stiff from the ocean breeze and arousal.
He stared, gulping once, his breath catching as he exhaled in a slow, warm sigh. A smile crept across his face, wide and unfiltered.
"You look... insane" He said, voice breathy. "Especially with your hair like that."
She smiled down at him, eyes narrowing with sultry satisfaction. "I know" She said. "You've told me. Over and over. Usually while I'm sitting just like this."
Her hips lifted slowly, letting his cock slide nearly all the way out, then sank down again, enveloping him once more in the molten heat of her body. He groaned aloud this time, hands tightening at her waist as she began to establish a rhythm, slow, deep, unhurried.
Friedrich moved like water, smooth and controlled. Her hips rolled with perfect timing, rising and falling with the grace of a performer on stage. Her thighs flexed, guiding her motion, while her breasts bounced softly with each thrust downward, the motion mesmerizing under the soft silver moonlight.
His hands roamed, sliding up her waist and across her ribs, fingers curving just beneath her breasts as if to steady them. But she batted them away with a small, amused shake of her head.
"Hands stay there" She ordered gently, guiding them back to her hips. "You get to hold me. I'll handle the rest."
He obeyed without a word, his eyes fixed on her, drinking in the sight of her curves catching light with every motion, the way her belly tensed slightly with effort, the glint of her anklets shifting each time she rocked forward.
As her pace built, her breathing did too, quiet gasps mingling with soft, satisfied hums. She was in complete control. Riding him with a rhythm that wasn't frantic, but deliberate, her body pressing down each time just enough to draw the air from his lungs.
Then, as her hips lowered again and held there, grinding slowly in a tight, circular motion, she leaned forward, her breasts swaying just above his chest.
Her hands slid up his torso.
"Let me try something" She murmured.
Her fingers traced over his nipples, soft at first, the pads of her thumbs circling gently. He jolted slightly beneath her, a sharp inhale escaping him.
She smiled, sultry and pleased. "Ah. . . sensitive. I always forget how cute you are when you squirm."
He tried to respond, but her fingers rolled against the buds of his chest, coaxing a shudder out of him as she started moving her hips again, riding him while her hands teased higher, slow and rhythmic. The stimulation layered perfectly, her body squeezing around him just as her thumbs pressed with playful precision.
"You're holding back" She whispered, her eyes half-lidded. "I can feel it. Don't."
Her pace quickened, just slightly, enough to make the heat between them build sharper. Each bounce of her hips drew a low, breathless groan from him, her name slipping from his lips with increasing need. The way her breasts moved now was hypnotic, rising and falling with every motion, her nipples flushed and tight.
Friedrich leaned down again, letting her chest press to his as she ground her hips slowly in a tight circle once more.
"I want to feel you lose control" She whispered, her breath hot against his mouth. "Let it go. Here, with me. No one else. Just us."
Her tongue slipped into his mouth before he could speak, the kiss fierce and wet, matching the tempo of her hips. His hands dug into her flesh, anchoring himself to her as if he were afraid to drift away in the tide she was creating.
She moaned against his mouth, soft and guttural, her walls tightening around him.
Friedrich barely let the kiss finish before she sat up, her movements fluid but now tinged with urgency. Her hands slid back to his chest, palms flattening just above his heart as she braced herself.
Then she started to move again, not slow this time, not teasing.
She began to ride him in earnest, her hips lifting and slamming down with purpose, the slick sounds of their bodies meeting echoing beneath the hush of the waves. Her moans came freely now, rich and feminine, her voice no longer restrained.
“Ahh… yes… that’s it” She gasped, her words breathy and broken as her pace built, “You feel so good… so deep inside me…”
Her breasts bounced wildly with each thrust, damp now with sweat, glistening in the moonlight. A sheen coated her collarbone, running down between the curves of her chest. Her thighs trembled faintly against his hips, the steady clap of her ass meeting his lap growing faster, harder, wetter.
He could barely think. His cock throbbed inside her, twitching with every downward slam of her hips, every tight squeeze from her soaked, quivering walls.
She was close. So was he.
Her moans shifted, breathier now, laced with raw pleasure. “God… it’s been too long” She admitted, her voice cracking slightly. “Too long since I got to ride you like this… fuck… like I need to…”
He let out a strained chuckle, eyes barely staying open under the weight of her rhythm and the sight of her body glistening and bouncing above him. “That’s what this holiday was for” He said, voice rough “To fix that exact problem.”
Friedrich laughed, but it was cut short by a moan that rolled up her throat. “Mmh… then consider it working, Liebling…”
She sank down harder now, letting his cock hit her deepest spot, the tip nudging the entrance of her womb with every downward drive. Her nails dug lightly into his chest, and her head tipped back, long hair cascading down her spine in jet black waves, her mouth open as she gasped for air.
Her body tightened all at once.
“Oh… oh, I’m going to—”
She never finished the sentence. Her walls clamped down around him, fluttering and pulsing in waves that sent white-hot electricity up his spine. The sudden squeeze was too much, too perfect.
He groaned loudly, fingers digging into her hips as his body tensed. His cock twitched violently inside her, and then he was spilling into her, pulsing thickly with every spasm. Heat filled her, and she cried out softly, grinding down to milk every drop, her hips rocking even as her own climax hit its peak.
She collapsed forward against his chest, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, trembling slightly. Her body was soaked with sweat, her skin warm and slick as she pressed herself to him. Her breath came in hard, shallow bursts against his neck.
Neither of them moved for a while.
Her hair stuck to her back and shoulders, the edges of her bikini and wrap bunched around her waist. His hands slid slowly up and down her back, comforting, grounding. Their bodies still connected, still locked together in the lingering warmth of release.
Friedrich finally exhaled, a soft, contented sigh muffled against his skin.
“I missed this” She murmured, voice sleepy and full of affection. “Missed you like this.”
He kissed the side of her head, breathing in the scent of her sweat and perfume, salt and skin.
“I’m not letting that much time pass again” He replied, his voice low and firm.
She smiled against his neck, and the moonlight caught the curve of her lips as she whispered, “Good. Because next time, I want the long version.”
The Commander’s arms remained loosely around her, his breathing steadying, chest still rising beneath the warm weight of her body. His hands smoothed over her back, sliding down along the sweat-slick line of her spine.
He pressed a kiss to her temple, murmuring against her skin.
“Why bother going to dinner at all?” He said, voice low and tired, but laced with warmth. “We could take this back to our room… do the long version. Order food later. You know they’ll bring it to us.”
Friedrich shifted just slightly, enough for her to pull back and meet his eyes. The suggestion needed no elaboration. Her smile was slow, knowing, her golden eyes gleaming with renewed interest.
“Well” She said, sitting back on his lap, her hand reaching for the discarded bikini and sheer wrap at her hips “when you put it that way…”
She gathered the fabric in one hand without much effort, bunching it up against her palm as she rose to her feet in one fluid motion. A soft, wet pop echoed between them as she slipped free from his softening cock, her body still hot, still wet, still flushed from everything they’d just done.
He watched her walk without even trying to hide it.
The moonlight trailed across her back and hips as she sauntered toward the porch. Beads of cum slid leisurely down the insides of her thighs, glistening on her pale skin, catching the light like sweat or pearls. She made no effort to clean herself. She wore the mess with pride.
The lounger sat in silence for a second as she stepped onto the wooden deck barefoot. Her fingers curled around the handle of the glass door, which she slid open with ease. The quiet clatter of it slipping into its track was followed by the gentle thud of it closing behind her.
But before disappearing inside, she turned to glance over her shoulder. Her expression was unreadable at first. Then she smiled, slow and wicked.
“The longer you take” She called “The more. . . explorative I might get.”
She didn’t wait for a response. Her hips shifted with deliberate sway as she vanished into the suite, the sound of her bare feet fading into the dim light within.
He stared at the door for a moment longer, lips parting, a laugh almost escaping.
“Oh god” He muttered, dragging a hand over his face.
He sat up, body still warm and aching, then finally stood and grabbed the towel nearby to clean off quickly. He didn’t bother fully dressing. Just enough to carry himself with some dignity as he followed her inside, still smiling.
He stepped inside, the suite's air cooler than the beach breeze but still thick with the scent of sea salt and sex. The soft glow of the lamps cast a golden hue across the floor, warm and intimate. He reached behind him to slide the glass door shut with a firm click, then turned the lock. The heavy curtains followed, drawn together in one clean motion, closing off the world outside.
His feet padded softly over the polished wood, heading instinctively toward their bedroom. The suite wasn’t large, but everything about it felt spacious, luxurious, and private. He passed through the doorway and stopped at the threshold.
There she was.
Friedrich sat atop the bed, perfectly composed, impossibly enticing. Her skin still shimmered with sweat, droplets catching the light on her collarbones, between her breasts, and at the dips of her stomach. One leg crossed lazily over the other, baring the curve of her thigh, and her arms rested just beneath her chest, lifting it subtly as if offering herself without a word.
Her hair was still pulled over one shoulder, a few strands clinging to her damp skin. Her golden eyes glowed with amusement, her head tilted ever so slightly.
“You’re still wearing those” She said quietly, her voice soft but firm, eyes flicking to his swim trunks.
He opened his mouth to speak, but she raised one brow, just enough to stop him cold.
“Take them off” She said, voice like silk sliding across his nerves. “Unless you’d rather I tear them.”
He didn’t hesitate. His fingers hooked the waistband, sliding them down in one smooth motion and kicking them aside without ceremony. The air met his skin, cool against the heat still coiled low in his belly.
Friedrich uncrossed her legs, sitting up straighter, letting her thighs part just enough for him to see the slickness still lingering between them. Her arms unfolded slowly, her hands now resting on her knees as she looked him over, head to toe.
“Good” She said simply, then patted the mattress in front of her. “Come here.”
He stepped closer, heat pulsing between them, his breath shallow with anticipation. The moment his knees met the edge of the mattress, Friedrich reached for him. Her hand wrapped around his cock in one fluid motion, her grip soft but assured, fingers stroking upward with just enough pressure to make his hips twitch.
“Mm” She hummed thoughtfully, watching it stir with renewed life under her touch. “Let’s make sure you’re properly ready, shall we?”
She leaned in, lips pressing gently to his lower stomach, her kisses trailing up along the line of his abdomen. Each touch was slow, deliberate, like punctuation in a sentence meant only for him. Her mouth was warm, soft, leaving small damp marks in her wake.
Then, without a word, she rose further and tilted her head, her tongue finding one of his nipples. She circled it slowly, then flicked, then sucked, drawing a sharp breath from his lips as he jolted beneath her.
Her other hand joined the first, cupping his balls, fingers massaging them in slow, circular motions while her grip on his shaft grew firmer, her palm now focusing on the tip in tight, rhythmic strokes.
He gasped, and Friedrich lifted her mouth just long enough to speak, her voice low and laced with mischief.
“You like this, don’t you?” She asked, brushing her lips across his chest as her tongue shifted to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. “You’re so sensitive here… such honest little reactions. I adore it.”
She kissed lower again, only to let her hand release his shaft, fingers sliding back. He felt them trail past his balls, her touch featherlight and deliberate. Her finger dipped between the cleft of his ass, stroking once, then again, before gently pressing against the tight ring of muscle.
He stiffened.
Her golden eyes rose to meet his, a smile playing at her lips.
“I’ve come to know your favorite places” She whispered. “And I’m glad you’ve come to enjoy letting me explore them. You like being touched here… just like I do. I like things deep. Thorough. Controlled.”
She kissed his sternum and let the pad of her finger circle the entrance slowly, teasingly.
“And you… you like when I play with this. Not too much, not too rough… but enough to make you shake, enough to make you moan.”
She pressed inward, just a little at first, letting the tip slip in, the heat of her breath ghosting across his skin as her mouth returned to his chest, tongue flicking against his nipple again. Her hand at his entrance moved with care, no rush, just pressure and patience.
“There we are” She murmured, inserting her finger deeper, inch by inch. “Tight as ever… but you take me so well. You always do.”
He let out a shaky breath, fingers tightening in the sheets as his cock twitched helplessly against her stomach.
“Such a good boy” She whispered. “Letting me touch you like this. Letting me make you feel this.”
Her finger began to move, slow and shallow at first, coaxing his body to accept it fully. Her other hand found his cock again, now harder than before, and she stroked it in tandem with the rhythm between his legs. Her lips never stopped, kissing his chest, his neck, tasting the sweat that clung to him.
“You’re mine” She said softly, voice just above a whisper. “All of you.”
Her pace began to change.
The finger inside him curved just slightly, dragging along that spot that made him buck before she pressed down gently, pinning him to the bed with nothing but pleasure. Her hand around his shaft sped up, twisting subtly, her thumb working the head as her wrist moved in smooth, steady strokes.
His voice cracked on a groan, head tipping back into the pillow.
“Friedrich…”
She didn’t stop. She smiled against his skin, kissing along the slope of his throat, her lips brushing his pulse.
“Say it again” She whispered, her breath hot and electric. “Say my name while I make you come undone.”
Friedrich’s movements grew faster, more focused. She slid lower down his body, her hand still stroking him in steady, twisting motions. Her breasts came to rest just above his tip, soft and warm, slick with the faint sheen of sweat that coated her skin. Every pulse of his cock brushed against her skin now, the head flushed and needy.
Her finger inside him curled again, stroking that sensitive spot with increasing pressure.
“Friedrich…” He gasped again, hips twitching.
She smiled wide, proud and hungry, her golden eyes never leaving his face.
“Would you like to coat my chest, Liebling?” She murmured, her voice low and inviting. “A reward for being so good? For letting me play with you just the way we both like?”
Her breasts shifted against him as she adjusted her position, her strokes growing faster, firmer, her finger keeping its rhythm. The heat building in him was impossible to ignore, impossible to resist. His hands clawed at the sheets.
“Imagine it” She continued, her tone molten, coaxing. “Thick streaks, hot and heavy across my breasts… dripping down my skin. I’ll rub it in for you. Let it shine.”
He groaned, body trembling.
“I’ll let you take a picture too. Something to match the first. A before and after. Me clean and glowing… and me messy and marked by you.”
His hips bucked. She held him steady.
“So close” She whispered. “I can feel you. Right there. Let it go, mein Schatz. Give it to me.”
With one final curve of her finger and a powerful jerk of her hand, he cried out, his entire body locking up. He came hard, thick pulses painting her chest in waves, each spurt landing across the swell of her breasts, her collar, even her throat. Friedrich closed her eyes with a soft sound of approval, tilting her chin slightly to let it land wherever it may.
She slowed her hand, easing him through every last twitch, every last spill, her finger withdrawing with care as he sagged back into the mattress, chest heaving.
Friedrich looked down at the mess across her chest, then back at him with a warm, satisfied smirk.
“Perfect” She whispered. “Now we’re even.”
Friedrich looked down at her chest, the streaks of him still glistening across her skin. With elegant fingers, she began to gather the beads of cum, dragging them slowly across the curves of her breasts. She spread it deliberately, almost artfully, letting it coat her like lotion, rubbing it into her skin with a pleased little hum.
Then she brought two fingers to her lips and sucked them clean, slow and indulgent, her tongue curling around the taste of him.
She reached beside them, retrieving the phone and placing it in his hand. The look in her eyes was clear.
She wasn’t joking.
“Go on” She said softly. “Capture the moment.”
He hesitated, only for a second. She was already easing him forward, guiding him gently against her chest, where the warmth of her skin welcomed him. His softening cock rested against her stomach, just barely visible beneath the curve of her breasts. The scent of sex still hung in the air, warm and raw.
His thumb hovered above the screen, then tapped.
Click.
The image froze in place: Friedrich, flushed and glowing, her body streaked with his release, her golden eyes half-lidded and proud. A quiet declaration of ownership, intimacy, and trust all in one frame.
She took the phone from his hand, taking her time to admire it.
“Mmm… beautiful” She said, her voice deep with satisfaction. “Set it as your lockscreen for just one day…” She looked up at him, her gaze sultry and playful. “And I’ll let you join me in the bath now. I’ll even let you fill me up again.”
His breath caught, and he didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.
The look in his eyes said everything.
Friedrich smirked and leaned forward, pressing one last kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Good boy.”
She stood from the bed with that same fluid grace, her chest still glistening, her body swaying just enough to tempt him further. At the doorway to the bath, she turned, hand on the frame, and blew him a kiss.
“Come, Commander” She said, eyes gleaming. “One more round, and then I’ll let you rest.”
She vanished into the steam, her laughter soft and low, already drawing him after her.
Chapter 15: Lion's Claim
Summary:
Almost Back to Back. Either way, Lion, love her, it's a slower burner but it gets passionate later.
Chapter Text
The storm outside had turned savage.
Rain slammed against the windows in sheets, blurring the world beyond the glass into smears of black and silver. The wind howled like a wounded beast, shrieking as it raced through the trees and battered the base’s sturdy exterior.
Lightning cracked with unrelenting fury, illuminating the port in jarring bursts of white light, followed seconds later by thunder that shook the very walls. The naval base, usually alive with footsteps and distant engines, had fallen into silence under the weight of the weather.
The base’s usual evening hum was gone, no patrols, no drills, just the occasional flicker of lights in the distance as auxiliary power kept essential systems alive.
It was sometime past nine. And with most personnel already holed up and systems on temporary lockdown, the world had been swallowed in wet, electric stillness.
The Commander was alone in his office, halfway through packing away scattered papers and closing down his console for the night. His pajama shirt clung a bit to his back, the office still holding the last traces of warmth from the day.
He’d planned on getting a rare full night’s sleep, maybe even two or three in a row, depending on how long this storm kept things shut down. For once, no operations, no briefings. Just quiet.
At least that had been the idea.
He padded across the floor with practiced steps, stacking the final file onto his desk when a sharp knock rattled the door behind him. The sound, abrupt and out of place in the thick quiet, made him flinch. His fingers slipped and the stack of papers scattered to the floor with a sharp flutter.
“Shit…” He muttered under his breath.
Kneeling, he gathered the sheets in hurried hands, smoothed out a bent corner, and moved to the door. Another gust of wind wailed outside as he turned the knob.
And there she was.
Lion stood, or rather, sat, just beyond the threshold, her back leaning lightly against the wall, the hallway lights casting soft gold along the sleek curve of her legs. She held her black heels lazily by two fingers, swinging them gently in the air. Her usually elaborate uniform was nowhere in sight. In its place was something far simpler… and more disarming.
She wore red short shorts that hugged her hips and exposed the tops of her thighs, the dark stocking fabric above them damp with rain. A fitted red sleep shirt clung to her form, the material thin and slightly wrinkled from her jacketless walk through the storm. Her long, blonde hair was slightly tousled, stuck in soft waves from the moisture, a few strands clinging to her cheek. Her golden eyes gleamed under the hallway light, half-lidded, but far from tired.
She looked up at him, her bare toes brushing the floor, unbothered by the cold tile or the storm echoing behind her.
“I seem to have wandered into the Commander’s territory” She said calmly, voice barely raised over the wind. “Would you be a gentleman and offer me shelter?”
Lion stepped forward with the soft grace of someone who always moved with purpose, even when she wanted it to seem casual. Her bare feet barely made a sound against the wood as she closed the distance, until only a breath separated them. Up close, she tilted her head slightly, her golden eyes studying him with quiet intent.
He looked back, uncertain, until he realized something subtle—she was taller. Not by much. A few centimeters at most. But up close, in this light, with her in his shirt and nothing else, it mattered less than the way her presence filled the space around him like heat from a slowly stoked fire.
Her lips parted, and she spoke softly.
“I do wonder” She murmured, glancing away for only a second, “If perhaps I’m disturbing you.” Her voice carried no mockery this time. Just a question, hesitant and strangely vulnerable. “Should I leave?”
He shook his head immediately. “No” It came out too fast, too clear, almost surprised by its own force.
Lion's gaze flicked back to him, and for a brief second something unspoken passed between them. She smiled—not her usual proud, composed smirk, but something warmer. Her fingers twitched slightly at her side, like they were holding back an impulse.
“I see” She said quietly, almost to herself. Her eyes softened, though her tone stayed measured. “Then… can I ask you something else?”
He nodded, unsure if his throat could form words at this point.
“Are you… seeing anyone?”
The question was a whisper dressed in velvet. Her eyes searched his, not demanding, not suspicious, but gently insistent. “There’s a rumor going around” She added, voice dipping lower. “Something about you and another—”
He cut her off.
His brows furrowed just slightly, and he met her gaze without hesitation. There was no irritation in his voice, but the shift was unmistakable. His usual calm gave way to something firmer. More grounded.
“Is that why you’re here?” He asked.
The air between them went still for a second. Lion’s smile faded just a bit, not in retreat but in thought. His question had surprised her—clearly. But she didn’t back away. She held his gaze, then slowly nodded.
“It is” She admitted. “At least… in part.”
Her voice wavered there, not with fear but uncertainty, like she wasn’t used to letting her cards show quite so openly.
“It’s complicated” She continued. “I didn’t come here just because of that. But your answer…” she paused, her hand brushing lightly against the edge of his shirt, fingers toying with the hem as if grounding herself “Will determine what I do next.”
He stood there, heart hammering. Of course he’d had moments with her before—close conversations, light teasing, quiet moments on the balcony after long days—but this was different. This wasn’t about patrols or mission logs or drinks shared in passing. This was something else entirely.
And while he was dense at times, he wasn’t blind.
He knew exactly what she was asking.
He exhaled, slow and heavy, as if letting go of some knot that had been coiled in his chest.
“No” He said at last, voice low but sure. “I’m not seeing anyone.”
The words seemed to echo gently in the quiet office, carried along by the sound of rain tapping against the windows.
Lion didn’t say anything for a moment. Her fingers stilled on the hem of the shirt, eyes lingering on his for a few long seconds. Then slowly, she stepped closer again, just enough for the tips of her knees to graze his. Her eyes searched his face—looking not for lies, but for certainty. And whatever she found there seemed to satisfy her.
A breath slipped past her lips, a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
“I thought so” She whispered. “But I needed to hear it from you.”
Her hand lifted then, soft and deliberate, coming to rest lightly against his chest. Her fingers spread out just slightly, the fabric of his pajama shirt bunching beneath her palm. She didn’t press harder. She didn’t pull him in.
Not yet.
“I don’t like uncertainty” She said, her voice barely above the storm outside. “Especially not when it comes to you.”
He didn’t answer right away. He couldn’t. The room had shrunk around them, become something smaller and more private than it had been just moments ago. Every inch between them buzzed with quiet tension, like a wire drawn taut. Not explosive. Not rushed. Just charged.
Then slowly, he raised his hand and placed it gently over hers, fingers brushing the back of her knuckles.
“I’m not interested in anyone else” He said. “Not when you’re right in front of me.”
And for the first time that night, Lion looked truly disarmed. Her eyes softened, and a faint blush crept up her cheeks, just a shade darker than the stormlight could hide.
Still, her voice held together.
“Good” She said quietly. “Then I won’t hold back.”
Lion’s words slipped into the air like silk through fingers—smooth, warm, and full of intent. Her golden eyes never left his as she stepped in that last, final inch. Her hand remained on his chest, but her body was closer now, close enough that he could feel her warmth through the thin cotton of his shirt. Close enough that the scent of rain in her hair mixed with something sweeter, something uniquely her, subtle and familiar.
She looked at him in a way no one ever had. Not as her superior. Not as a symbol. Just a man. A man who had her full, undivided attention.
“I won’t hold back” She said again, softer this time, like a vow.
Her other hand lifted slowly, fingertips brushing his cheek, feather-light, barely a touch. His skin tingled beneath it. She traced a path along his jaw, her thumb grazing the corner of his mouth, her eyes watching each movement as if memorizing the way he responded.
Then she leaned in.
Not fast. Not sudden. She didn’t pounce or pull. She gave him space to move, to meet her halfway. And he didn’t move away.
Their foreheads touched first, then the tip of her nose brushed his. Her lips hovered over his for a second, testing his breath, his heartbeat, his silence.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.
When she kissed him, it was everything her voice usually wasn’t—open, vulnerable, slow. Her lips moved against his like she’d been waiting for the moment far longer than she was willing to admit. She kissed him like it was the answer to every question she never asked aloud.
He responded in kind, his hand slipping from hers and coming to rest on her waist, fingers brushing damp cotton and the soft warmth beneath. He felt her shift slightly into his touch, just enough to let him know she welcomed it.
The storm outside raged on, but it sounded distant now, like it belonged to another world. Inside the room, there was only her breath, his heartbeat, and the whisper of her lips as they broke from his just long enough to speak.
“Do you know how many nights I’ve thought about this?” She asked, her voice barely a breath. “About walking into this room, like this… and hoping you’d see me.”
He looked at her, cheeks flushed, heart pounding.
“I see you” He said, voice rough from emotion. “I’ve been seeing you for a while now.”
Lion smiled, her lips curving slowly, beautifully. She rested her forehead against his again, eyes falling closed for a second as if to savor that simple, spoken truth.
“Then don’t look away” She whispered. “Not tonight.”
Lion’s breath warmed his cheek as she tilted her head slightly, brushing another kiss against his lips, slower this time—more confident. Her hand didn’t leave his chest. Instead, she pressed forward gently, her body guiding his with quiet insistence.
Step by step, they moved across the room. He let her lead, stumbling once as the back of his leg hit the edge of the couch. Her hands steadied him, fingers curling around his shoulders, and she eased him down with the same precision she used on the battlefield.
She settled herself into his lap with a slow, practiced grace, her thighs straddling his with practiced comfort, the hem of the white shirt slipping further up her legs as she moved. Her stockings brushed against the fabric of his pants, and the contact drew a sharp breath from him.
Her hands slid up his chest again, fingers curling at his collar as she leaned in, her voice brushing against his lips like velvet.
“Is this alright?” She asked, and despite her confidence, there was a softness beneath the words. A real question.
He nodded, then whispered, “Yeah. It’s more than alright.”
Lion’s smile returned—not cocky, not smug. Warm. Almost relieved.
She kissed him again, deeper this time, her fingers threading into his hair as she moved her hips just slightly, a gentle shift that made his pulse jump. There was no urgency in her pace, no rush. She moved like she had all night to learn him, to unravel him, to make this moment linger.
The fabric of the shirt stretched between them as she arched forward, pressing her body to his, her chest rising and falling with slow, controlled breaths. His hands found her waist again. Every point of contact felt electric, charged with everything unspoken between them until now.
Lion pulled back just slightly, her lips brushing his jaw as she spoke.
“This feels better than I imagined.”
He rested his forehead against hers, hands never leaving her body.
“You imagined this?” He asked, breathless.
“I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t” She replied. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “And I’m not leaving anytime soon.”
Lion looked down at him, her golden eyes glowing like embers beneath the soft light. Her smile had changed again—wider now, proud, radiant. One hand slid up, her fingers curling into his hair, cradling the back of his head. The other traced a line along his cheek, thumb brushing just below his eye with a gentleness that nearly broke him.
“So” She murmured, her voice warm and sure “Does this mean I can call you mine now?”
He blinked, lips parting, a thousand thoughts crashing into each other behind his eyes—but before a single word could find its way out, she leaned in and kissed him again.
This time, it wasn’t slow. Her mouth claimed his with quiet urgency, tongue slipping in with practiced intent, deepening the kiss before he even had time to respond. She tasted like rain and warmth and something rich he couldn’t name, and he let himself sink into it. His hands stayed at her waist, unsure if moving them would shatter the moment or ruin the balance of something sacred.
But she moved anyway.
Lion’s body shifted forward against him, her chest pressing just a little closer, her thighs settling with more weight over his. The kiss dragged on—longer, hotter—and when she finally pulled back, a thin strand of spit connected their mouths before breaking softly in the space between them.
She looked down at him, her pout exaggerated and playful, but her eyes burned with something softer. Something needier.
“Touch me more” She said, her voice somewhere between a tease and a plea. “Commanderrrrrr”
The way she said it—like it was both a title and something sweeter—made his breath catch. His eyes flicked up to hers, hesitant. Are you sure? they seemed to ask. Is this really okay?
Lion exhaled, slow and deliberate, then pressed her forehead to his, their breath mingling in the narrow space between.
“Darling” She whispered, tone edged with mock exasperation “Do you think I walked here through the rain, in heels, with no bra, and soaked halfway through my sleepwear… just so you wouldn’t put your hands on me?”
Before he could answer, she took his hand from where it rested politely at her side and brought it forward, sliding it beneath the hem of the shirt in one smooth motion.
Her skin was warm beneath the cotton, still faintly damp, and soft in a way that sent a jolt through his whole body. She guided his hand across her bare waist, letting him feel the curve of her hip, the subtle line of her stomach. Her breathing caught slightly as his fingers brushed her, but she didn’t stop. If anything, she pressed herself into the touch, like she’d been waiting for it far too long.
“There” She breathed, eyes half-lidded as she watched him. “That’s better.”
Her fingers didn’t leave his. She kept his hand against her, skin to skin, grounding them both in the moment.
“Now…” She whispered, voice low and rich with promise “Don’t make me ask twice.”
His free hand slipped from its place at her waist, gliding down over the curve of her thigh. When his fingers reached the edge of the shirt draped over her legs, he didn’t stop—he let them slide beneath the hem, warm skin meeting his palm as he gripped her thigh fully, boldly.
The softness of her flesh, the slight give beneath his fingers, made his breath catch in his throat. He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing the sensitive inner part of her leg as he indulged in her, finally—finally—touching her as she deserved.
Lion let out a soft, contented purr, her body arching into the touch. “Mmm… good” She whispered, the satisfaction clear in her voice. “Finally touching. Finally taking. Just as you should.”
She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a sultry hush, lips brushing his cheek as she added, “Only the mate of a lion gets to touch one however they want.”
Then she kissed him again, deep and confident, as if claiming him all over again. Her hand, which had never stopped moving, drifted down to the hem of his pajama shirt. Without breaking the kiss, her fingers slipped beneath it, pressing flat against his stomach. She hummed in approval as her hand explored upward, her palm gliding along the toned lines of his abs, feeling the subtle flex of muscle under her touch.
She smiled into the kiss.
“My, Commander…” She murmured, voice laced with playful heat, “You’ve been hiding this under uniforms and politeness? That’s practically criminal.”
Without waiting for a response, she tugged the shirt upward. He raised his arms automatically, the kiss breaking for just a second as she pulled the fabric over his head and tossed it to the side.
Now bare to the waist, he watched her reaction—Lion’s eyes drank him in slowly, possessively, and then she looked up and met his gaze.
He cocked an eyebrow, a half-smile playing at his lips. “Your turn?”
Lion didn’t move immediately. Instead, she lifted the hem of the shirt she wore—his shirt—to her face and breathed in deeply, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she did.
“I’m keeping this” She said matter-of-factly. “It smells like you. It’s mine now.”
Then she opened her eyes, and her smile sharpened with amusement and promise. “And yes… my turn.”
With graceful ease, she peeled the shirt upward. The fabric rolled over her hips, her waist, her stomach—inch by inch revealing skin still glistening faintly from the rain, until at last it cleared the curve of her breasts.
There was no bra. There never had been.
She let the shirt fall behind her, baring herself completely above the black lace underwear and her stockings.
And for a moment, time stopped.
She sat in his lap, proud, bare, her long hair falling messily over one shoulder, her golden eyes locked onto his with both challenge and intimacy. She was radiant—powerful and vulnerable all at once.
He stared, almost mesmerized.
Lion sat above him like a vision made flesh—bare, regal, and wickedly composed. His eyes dropped, helplessly, to the soft weight of her breasts, round and full, their shape teasingly perfect. A breath escaped him, unfiltered, raw.
“God, Lion” He whispered, hands lifting instinctively, greedily. “They’re… you’re huge.”
His palms cupped them gently at first, then with more certainty, thumbs brushing over her peaks with reverence and hunger. Her skin was warm, damp, and impossibly soft. The moment his fingers grazed her nipples, she let out a low, melodic moan—like it had been waiting to slip from her throat all night.
Lion smiled through it, eyes half-lidded, hips rolling just slightly into his lap. “I’m glad you like them,” she purred, voice roughened with pleasure. “I knew you stared.”
His jaw tightened, caught. “I did” He admitted, still kneading her gently, his hands drinking in every inch of her chest like he might never get the chance again.
She leaned in close, her nose nearly brushing his. “Did you think I wore my uniform low on the collar and high on the thighs because I liked how the wind felt, Commander?”
Her voice was a whisper and a snarl, equal parts tease and truth. “I did it so you’d look. So you’d sit in meetings pretending to focus while your eyes kept falling right here…” She arched her chest forward, pressing into his palms. “Wishing you could touch. Take. Claim.”
Her hand dropped without warning to the bulge in his pants, her nails teasing the outline through the fabric.
He twitched immediately, a choked breath catching in his throat.
“Oh,” She cooed, licking her lips. “That eager, hm? And I’ve barely even started.”
His hands had moved on their own again—his thumbs now softly circling her nipples, dragging slowly across the stiffening peaks, pulling faint, breathy gasps from her lips. She didn’t stop him. If anything, she pressed into it.
“Care to take things up a notch?” She asked, golden eyes gleaming with heat and challenge.
Lion didn’t rush—at least, not yet.
After her warning, she let her fingers trail slowly along his shaft, teasing him with just enough pressure to make his thighs tense beneath her. Her golden eyes stayed fixed on his, not asking permission, not seeking reassurance—just watching, measuring the way his breath caught and his grip on her waist tightened.
“This” She said, voice low and steady “Is mine now.”
She leaned in, kissed him again, slower this time—but her tongue was still demanding, still claiming. As their mouths moved together, her hips shifted, and she guided him to her entrance with practiced ease. She didn’t sink onto him right away.
No, she hovered.
Her heat pulsed just above him, close enough to drive him mad, and she smiled against his lips as she whispered, “You’re going to feel all of me. Slowly. Until you can’t stand it.”
His hands, once idle, moved on instinct—one slid up her back, the other rested firmly at her hip, holding her steady as he exhaled through clenched teeth.
“You really want to tease me right now?” He muttered, his voice rough with restraint.
Lion chuckled darkly, the sound curling like smoke. “I do. And you love it.”
She shifted her weight and began to lower herself. Inch by inch, she took him in, her breath hitching as he filled her. Her hands braced against his chest, nails lightly dragging across skin as her body adjusted to the stretch, the fullness, the fit.
By the time she was seated fully in his lap, her head dropped forward with a quiet, shaky exhale. “Perfect” She whispered. “Just like I imagined.”
He groaned beneath her, his grip on her hips tightening. “Lion… you feel—damn.”
She rocked her hips once, slow and deep, and his body jerked beneath her.
She grinned.
“Good” She murmured. “Now keep your hands where they are. I’m not done showing you what it means to be mine.”
And with that, she began to move—deliberate at first, slow rolls of her hips, grinding him into the couch as she watched his face for every twitch, every tremble. But the heat was building fast, and it was clear from the flush on her cheeks and the tremor in her thighs that slow wouldn’t satisfy her for long.
“Touch me” She growled, “harder.”
His hands moved in response, gripping her tighter as she started to ride him with more force—still in control, still setting the pace, but no longer holding back.
Lion’s pace shifted—measured grace giving way to raw, deliberate motion. She rose on his lap, the slick heat between them parting slowly, then dropped down again with a sharp slap of skin. The breath that ripped from his chest was guttural, unfiltered, and she smiled—wide and wild, the storm outside almost mild in comparison to the hunger she now rode with.
Her hands braced against his shoulders as she bounced with growing rhythm, thighs flexing with each descent, body moving with the precision of someone trained for control. But this wasn’t the battlefield—this was indulgence, and she was taking what she’d long been denied.
His hands moved on instinct, sliding from her waist to her hips, gripping her tight to steady her rise and meet her fall. When she ground down on him, he pushed up into it—not enough to steal her pace, but enough to make her feel his strength underneath her.
“You better not forget this” She growled, panting between thrusts. “You’re mine tonight and every other night. And no pulling out.”
She leaned forward, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. “You finish inside, Commander. That’s the only place it belongs.”
He groaned in response, his mouth pressed to her collarbone, biting down lightly just to stop himself from losing it too soon.
That earned a moan from her, deeper this time, but she didn’t slow. If anything, she rode harder, her hips snapping down with a rhythm that made the couch creak beneath them. The sound of her wet heat meeting him again and again filled the room, sharp and carnal, echoing under the storm's howl.
His hands slid up again, cupping her breasts as they bounced with each thrust. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, firm but attentive, and when she gasped and clenched tighter around him, he did it again, more confident now.
“Yes” She hissed, back arching. “Just like that.”
He leaned forward, mouth finding her neck, kissing and biting down gently along the line of her throat as she slammed herself down on him over and over. Every movement now was a contest of tension and need—her riding for control, him rising to meet her in kind, their bodies locked in a rhythm that left no space for hesitation.
She brought a hand down to his chest, nails dragging down his skin hard enough to leave marks. Her other hand grabbed his wrist and pressed it between her legs, guiding his fingers to the aching point of pleasure above where they were joined.
“You want to make me feel good?” She gasped. “Then do it.”
He didn’t need more than that. His fingers found her clit and circled it in time with her motion—slow at first, then faster as she groaned and buried her hands in his hair, her entire body shuddering against him with every added sensation.
The room blurred. The heat of her. The feel of her riding him into the couch. The slick pressure. The scent of rain in her hair. The tremble in her voice.
Lion’s rhythm began to shift again, less frantic now, but no less intense. She slowed deliberately, rolling her hips in deep, grinding circles, dragging him through every inch of sensation. Each thrust came slower, deeper, her body pulling back just enough to drive him and herself to the edge before she dropped herself fully onto him again, burying him to the hilt.
The sound it made, wet, sharp, rhythmic, was matched only by her voice. Low, ragged breaths laced with soft, broken moans, each one sharper as his fingers kept working her clit in unrelenting circles.
Her nails dug into his chest again, harder this time, enough to break the skin in thin red trails. She left scratches just below his collarbone, raw and rising as her grip tightened. Her mouth followed the marks. She kissed along them, then bit down, hard at the curve of his shoulder, teeth claiming flesh with purpose. The hiss he let out only made her smile.
She licked the mark she’d made, then whispered into his skin, “You’re mine, Commander. Every inch.”
His hands didn’t stop. One cupped her breast again, thumb teasing her nipple while the other stayed pressed between her thighs, coaxing more of those delicious, unrestrained bucks of her hips. She grinded against his palm shamelessly, her body chasing every flick of his fingers, riding them like she rode his cock, needy, confident, relentless.
Her thighs began to tremble against him, muscles tightening as her moans deepened. She leaned back slightly to brace herself, giving him a full view of her body, glistening, flushed, glorious, rising and falling with a rhythm that sent bolts of fire through his spine.
Then he felt it, the twitch.
His own body reacted before he could stop it. He throbbed hard inside her, and her golden eyes snapped open, wild and focused.
She slammed down onto him once, then again, hard enough to make the couch jolt beneath them.
Her hands grabbed his face, fingers splayed across his jaw. She kissed him hard, possessive, tongue tangling with his as her words burned into him between gasps.
“Inside. All of it.”
His hands gripped her hips as the wave built, molten and unstoppable. Her walls tightened around him, squeezing, milking every twitch as her body arched forward, head thrown back with a soundless cry. Then—
She came.
Her entire body seized, grinding down on him, pulsing around him in deep, rippling contractions. He felt every one of them, and it tore his own control to pieces.
He came with her.
It hit like a crash, hips bucking up hard into hers as he filled her, deep and raw and unrestrained. His arms locked around her, crushing her to his chest as he groaned into her neck, burying himself to the base as pulse after pulse surged through him. Her body welcomed it, pulled it in, every contraction drawing more from him as her nails raked down his back, leaving bright red trails in their wake.
They didn’t stop moving, his hands clutching her waist, her hips still rocking, slower now, coaxing every drop from him. She kissed him again, slower this time, almost tender, tongues tangled and lips swollen from how hard they’d claimed each other.
His heart was racing. Hers too.
Their breath mixed in the narrow space between them, her forehead pressed against his as they both came down slowly, bodies still trembling from the aftershocks. His hands stayed on her, one stroking her back, the other still wrapped around her thigh, not ready to let go.
Lion was the first to speak, voice hoarse but wickedly soft.
“…Told you” She breathed, eyes gleaming. “Mine.”
They stayed like that for a while, still connected, the room dim and warm and silent except for the occasional crack of thunder outside. Lion rested against him, her breathing slowed, her hands gentle as they traced lazy shapes across his shoulders and chest.
His arms were wrapped around her back, holding her close, savoring the feeling of her skin pressed to his. Neither of them spoke for a while. They didn’t need to.
Eventually, Lion leaned back just enough to look at him. Her golden eyes scanned his chest and collar, taking in the fresh red scratch marks, the faint bruises, the bites she'd left blooming across his skin.
Her lips curled in smug satisfaction.
“Well” She said, voice soft but undeniably proud “I did a fine job.”
He chuckled, voice muffled as he pressed his face to her chest again, rubbing his cheek slowly against the curve of her breast.
“I’m not complaining.”
“Mmm” She hummed, running her fingers through his hair with lazy affection. “Think I could… maybe stay the night?”
He sighed—not annoyed, but in that mock-exasperated way he only used when he was already giving in. He nuzzled deeper into her, his voice barely audible against her skin.
“You already claimed half my wardrobe. You might as well claim the bed too.”
Lion smiled, softer now. She liked this. The closeness, the way he didn’t hold back, the way he sought her like he needed her heat. Her fingers stroked through his hair with tender rhythm, but then she felt it.
A twitch.
Then another.
Her body still sensitive, still full from their first round, felt him growing hard inside her once more. She gasped faintly and looked down at him. Her fingers paused for a second, then resumed, even gentler this time.
“It arouses me” She whispered “Knowing you want me again already. That you like me this much.”
He looked up at her, flushed, serious. His voice was quiet but clear.
“Let me take the lead this time.”
Her brows lifted, not in protest but surprise. Her lips parted as her eyes narrowed slightly, curious. “Oh?”
He nodded, hands slowly trailing down her back, still holding her. “I want to feel you… like you like it. Hard. Fast.”
That made her bite her lip.
The lion’s grin returned—wide, sharp, hungry.
Without a word, she let his softening length slip from her, her breath catching as the motion teased her overstimulated core. Her legs stretched out slowly as she shifted off his lap and turned. She knelt on the couch, leaning forward on both arms, her hips lifting, back arching.
She angled herself just right, ass high, thighs parted, the sight so brazen and natural it took his breath away.
One hand reached back to her cheek and pulled slightly, showing off the mess they’d already made. A bead of cum slowly escaped her, trailing down her folds with aching slowness.
She wiggled her hips once, glancing back at him over her shoulder with a look that could break a weaker man in two.
“Well, Commander…” She purred “What are you waiting for?”
He stood behind her now, gaze fixed on her. He took it all in—her hair sticking to her back, the red marks already forming on her thighs and hips, the wet gleam between her legs, the proud rise and fall of her breath.
His cock, now fully hard again, throbbed at the sight.
He grabbed her hips, fingers sinking into the softness of her flesh, thumbs brushing the welts she'd left on herself from riding him so hard.
He lined himself up.
And paused.
Just long enough to savor the look she gave him when she knew he was about to take her.
Needy. Wild. Ready.
He pressed himself forward, sliding the head of his cock between her folds with slow, guided pressure. The heat of her met him easily, still soaked, still welcoming, but so sensitive that the second he pushed in, they both froze.
Lion’s breath caught with a sharp gasp, her back tensing under his hands.
“Ah—” She whimpered.
His own legs trembled as the tight warmth closed around him again. The feeling of sliding back into her, still slick from before, was nearly too much. Their mixed release from the first round made everything softer, smoother, more intense. They hadn’t even fully come down, and now they were pushing back into it again.
He paused, buried only halfway, breathing heavily.
“Shit” He muttered, voice ragged. “Forgot we just—”
“I know,” Lion groaned, head turning slightly, her cheek now pressed against the fabric of the couch. “I feel it.”
She writhed subtly beneath him, moaning freely as she rubbed her chest into the cushions. Her nipples, still tender, dragged against the fabric with every movement, and the sensation pulled more soft, breathy gasps from her throat.
“Don’t move yet” She whispered, but her voice betrayed her need.
He obeyed, for a moment. Letting himself rest inside her, his hips flush against hers, his hands holding onto her body like he might lose his balance. Her heat clutched him in pulsing waves, every breath from her causing her to squeeze just slightly, unintentionally teasing him without a single thrust.
Then his hand moved.
His fingers slipped between her thighs again, finding her clit with practiced precision. He didn’t rush, just circled slowly, letting her feel every brush of contact while keeping himself buried deep, unmoving inside her.
She whimpered again, louder now.
“Commander…” She breathed, hips rolling gently back into him, chest still rubbing into the couch as her hands clenched at the cushions.
His eyes flicked up her back, watching the muscles shift under her skin. He leaned over her slightly, his other hand sliding up to her hip, gripping the curve of her ass as his fingers pressed deeper into the softness there.
He pulled his hips back slowly, just a few inches, the drag of his cock pulling another moan from her. Then he pushed forward again, carefully, deeply.
She shuddered under him.
“Lion” He murmured, voice low and rough, more love than statement. “You want it like this, right?”
She could only nod, her face half-buried in the cushion now, her moans growing more rhythmic with each subtle thrust.
His pace was slow, steady, still careful, but no longer holding still. His hips began to roll, pulling halfway out, then easing back in. Every movement was smooth and deep, his cock dragging along every sensitive spot inside her. His fingers never left her clit, gently circling and pressing as her thighs began to tense around him.
She moaned again, louder this time, her body rocking back into his like instinct.
“Harder” She whispered, voice hoarse. “I can take it.”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.
His grip on her ass tightened.
And he began to move faster.
His pace quickened, hips snapping forward with more force, the sound of skin meeting skin now louder, messier. The couch creaked beneath them, no longer just a backdrop but part of the rhythm. Every thrust sank him deep, and every clench of her around him dragged another groan from his throat.
Lion was gasping now, her body jerking forward with each stroke, her fingers curled into the cushions like she was barely holding on.
His hands gripped her hips harder, and then—without really thinking—he brought one palm back and smacked her ass. The crack echoed through the room.
She jolted, her moan sharpened, and she twisted her head to look back at him.
Her golden eyes were half-lidded, glowing, heavy with heat and wild energy.
“If you’re going to do that again” She panted “And you don’t leave a hand mark, I’m going to be very, very upset.”
He blinked, stunned for half a second, then let out a breathless laugh, equal parts impressed and aroused.
“You wanted it harder?”
“Obviously.”
He obliged.
His hand came down again, this time with full intent, and the sound was louder, meatier, the skin under his palm giving beautifully as her body rocked from the impact. She gasped again, louder this time, and the flesh turned a blooming shade of red.
Another slap
Her thighs trembled with each one, and her voice broke with every thrust and strike, all of it layered beneath her growing, unfiltered moans.
He kept the rhythm sharp—his hips pistoning forward, his hand coming down hard in between thrusts, her ass now decorated in vivid red prints.
And then—
“I can’t…” She gasped. “I can’t hold it anymore.”
Her voice cracked with need. She shifted, hips jerking back into him once, twice, before she managed to press upward. Her spine arched, and she sat back onto his lap, his cock still buried inside her. Her back pressed flush to his chest, her thighs wide and trembling, and her head turned just enough to find his lips.
He caught her in a kiss, fierce and messy, their mouths crashing together as he wrapped an arm tight around her waist. His other hand found her breast, fingers splaying and gripping firmly, pulling her tight against him as she moaned into his mouth.
Her hips tried to keep moving, but they were stuttering now—unsteady, desperate.
So he took over.
His free hand slid from her chest down her stomach and between her legs. He didn’t ask. He just found her clit and circled it, fast and focused, his thrusts returning in hard, deep strokes from beneath.
Her entire body jerked, her moan breaking through the kiss, her hands grabbing at his arms like she needed to anchor herself to something solid.
“Don’t stop” She whispered. “Please, don’t stop.”
His arm around her waist tightened. His hips kept pounding up into her from below, every motion timed with his fingers working her swollen clit, his breath hot in her ear.
Lion’s moans rose in pitch, her body trembling harder with every thrust and flick of his fingers. Her thighs twitched atop his, her breaths coming faster, shallower, until she suddenly went rigid in his arms.
Then she came.
Her voice tore from her throat in a broken cry, her body locking up as she bucked forward in his lap, pressing her chest harder into his arm. Her walls clenched around him, tight, so tight it made his own breath catch.
“Don’t stop” She gasped, her voice raw and nearly desperate. “Don’t you fucking stop—”
Even through her orgasm, she pushed back into him, grinding against his cock, riding the high like she could drag it out forever. She was soaked, pulsing, squeezing him so hard he thought he might black out. Still, he obeyed, hips still driving up into her as her climax rippled around him.
She looked back at him over her shoulder, sweat-damp hair sticking to her flushed skin, eyes unfocused and wild with pleasure.
For a second, he could’ve sworn her golden irises changed. Warped into heart-shaped rings, pulsing with heat and euphoria.
That look alone nearly broke him.
His thrusts grew more erratic, driven by instinct now, his own climax clawing its way to the surface. He grunted, trying to hold back, to let her finish riding her high completely, but she felt it.
Lion turned her head fully and caught his mouth in another kiss, this one wetter, hungrier, practically shaking against his lips.
She broke the kiss just enough to speak, breath hot against his cheek.
“Inside me” She whispered, then louder, commanding, “I want it inside—don’t you dare hold it back.”
Her voice was a growl now, heavy with possessive lust, every word landing like a claim.
“Cum like you’re trying to knock me up. I want it all. Want to feel my womb full of you.”
That was it.
He groaned her name against her lips as his control shattered. His hips slammed up into her one final time, deep, hard, flush. His cock throbbed violently inside her as he came, the heat of it spilling deep, thick, and unrestrained.
Lion gasped as she felt it, as if her body welcomed every drop. Another smaller orgasm overtook her, softer than the last but no less intense, her legs shaking as she clung to him, her inner muscles fluttering around him like they were trying to keep him buried inside forever.
They stayed locked like that, mouths pressed together, breathing each other in, neither daring to move. His arms wrapped tight around her middle, her hands resting over his, both of them trembling through the aftershocks.
The storm outside had quieted, but inside the room, the thunder was still in their chests.
Finally, Lion exhaled, a slow breath through her nose as her head leaned back onto his shoulder, eyes closed, lips parted in exhausted satisfaction.
“…I’m definitely staying the night” She muttered.
They stayed locked together for a long time, her body still wrapped around his, his arms still holding her like she might slip away if he let go.
The storm outside had softened to a gentle hum, rain ticking quietly against the window. It was the only sound, save for their breathing—slow, steady, syncing up like their bodies still remembered how.
Lion shifted first. Not to move away, but to lean back further into his chest, her hand finding his and guiding it up to her ribs, letting it rest just beneath her breast like it belonged there.
“You did better than I expected” She murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. “Might have to let you take the lead more often.”
He chuckled into her neck, his breath warming her skin. “I’ll take that as a win.”
She hummed. “Mm. Just don’t think this means I’m going soft on you.”
“I’d be worried if you did.”
A silence settled in, comfortable and close. He reached for the blanket draped over the back of the couch, tugged it around her shoulders, then kissed the side of her head. She tilted her head into it slightly, letting him.
Her fingers toyed lazily with his, tracing little shapes across his knuckles. Her eyes were half-lidded now, golden glow dimmed to embers.
“I meant what I said” She murmured.
He shifted, chin resting against her shoulder. “Which part?”
She smiled, soft and real. “You’re mine.”
He didn’t argue.
Instead, he squeezed her hand gently and replied, “Then get comfortable, Lion. I’m not going anywhere.”
She let out a slow breath, melting into him as they settled beneath the blanket, the storm fading outside and inside both.
And for the first time in what felt like forever, she closed her eyes with nothing left to prove.
Chapter 16: Chkalov's Experiment
Summary:
Hehehe, guess who's back!
Chapter Text
The Commander moved through the base's quieter corridors, his boots echoing softly against the reinforced flooring as he approached the stairwell that led to the lower research wing. At this hour—nearing midnight—the naval base above was almost silent, save for the soft hum of generators and the distant hum of ocean winds.
But down here? It always felt different. Oppressive, almost. Like stepping into another world.
He pushed open the heavy door to the stairwell, immediately greeted by a gust of air that was several degrees colder than the hallway he'd just left. The concrete steps below were dimly lit by sparse, flickering industrial lights that seemed to grow weaker with each level he descended.
The stairwell had always been like this—sterile, narrow, and vaguely threatening—but tonight, for some reason, the air had an extra bite.
The chill seeped through his coat with every step downward, creeping under his collar and settling at the base of his neck like icy fingers. It wasn't just the cold, though. It was something else. A pressure in the walls, a heaviness in the air.
He had walked this path dozens of times. Chkalov's lab was buried beneath the primary hangar, tucked away like some forgotten bunker. No windows. Minimal access. A single reinforced blast door. Still, each visit left him feeling like he was entering some creature's den—except the creature wasn't asleep. She was always waiting.
Chkalov.
Their relationship was. . . complicated, though it never felt tense. She was sharp-tongued, curious, and relentlessly flirtatious in her own strange way—always with that faint smirk that said she knew more than she let on.
They had drunk together more times than he could count, often long after her so-called "work hours" were over. She would pour shots of vodka with precise hands, tip her glass toward him like it was a challenge, then act like it was all just a way to kill time.
And yet, he never found it meaningless. Not once.
He remembered the way her cheeks flushed—not from the alcohol, but from the way her eyes lingered on him a bit longer each night. She had a habit of brushing his shoulder when she passed him, always just casual enough to be deniable. Always just enough to leave his heart doing little stutters in his chest.
He'd grown used to her contradictions. Cold one second, warm the next. Aloof, then intimately close. She never said anything outright, never made a move. But he felt it. That pull. The way she spoke to him just a bit differently than the others. The way her laughter softened only when it was just the two of them.
He hadn't named it yet—not out loud. But something about her stirred things in him he didn't want to leave unspoken for too much longer.
And tonight felt different.
She had called him herself, voice unusually animated. "You need to come down" She had said. "There's something I want to show you. A breakthrough. It's. . . exciting."
Exciting. Her tone had lifted at the end of the word, the faintest hint of a giggle cracking through. It was rare to hear her that giddy. Normally, her calls were all business. Cold and clipped. Tonight, her words had spilled out just a little too fast.
Now, nearing the final landing, he could see the familiar bulk of her lab's reinforced blast door looming at the end of the corridor. The keypad beside it flickered faint blue in the dark.
He took a breath, shook off the chill crawling along his spine, and stepped forward.
Whatever she wanted to show him. . . it wasn't just going to be a machine. He felt that now. Somewhere deep down, he knew this visit was going to change something.
And if he was being honest with himself?
He hoped it would.
The door let out a dull hiss as it unsealed, the pressure within the lab equalizing with the corridor behind him. Warm air rushed over him, too warm, too heavy. It hit like a wave, dense with the faint tang of metal, ozone, and vodka. A lot of vodka.
Inside, the lab's pale lights buzzed low overhead, casting long shadows across polished steel surfaces, humming machines, and scattered stacks of unfiled documents. At the center of it all stood Chkalov.
She was bent slightly over a cluster of printed schematics, her eyes scanning lines of dense text that looked more like alien code than engineering blueprints. Her back was to him at first, her ponytail curled slightly from the heat, the tails of her lab coat perfectly still and oddly pristine.
When the door clicked shut behind him, she turned.
The smile that bloomed across her face was immediate and unrestrained. Not her usual smirk or the carefully measured smirk she wore in meetings, but something looser. Her grin stretched wide, animated and openly pleased. "Ah, there you are!" She said, her voice lifting just enough to betray her mood.
She stepped forward with light, eager movements, her heels clicking sharply across the lab floor. Her eyes glinted under the overhead lighting, and the pink in her cheeks was unmistakable.
That's when he noticed the bottles.
Two of them rested proudly on the center table. One stood upright, somewhere above halfway full. The other was tipped on its side and empty, glinting faintly like a relic.
He blinked at them, then at her. "Were you drinking while working?"
Chkalov's eyes narrowed in amusement. "Of course" She replied. "A discovery like this demands celebration. It's practically protocol."
She didn't bother elaborating on the discovery itself. She didn't need to. Her grin was answer enough. Before he could press, she stepped in and caught his wrist with her fingers, her grip surprisingly steady.
"Come" She said, tugging him in. "I want to show you."
The Commander let himself be pulled forward, even as something inside him twisted. The weight in her steps wasn't just alcohol, it was comfort, familiarity. But still, a sharp tinge prodded his chest. Was it him she was so glad to see, or just the convenient recipient of her inebriated euphoria?
He cleared his throat and pushed the thought away. As she turned from him, he let his eyes linger a bit longer.
Something was off.
Her coat was buttoned almost to her chin. Nothing showed, not even her collarbone. It wasn't unusual for Chkalov to dress sharply, but this was the first time he had ever seen her completely covered like this. No hint of lace, no exposed edge of a blouse.
Yet her signature black stockings and heels were still there, faintly reflecting the lab light. Elegant. Familiar. If anything, they made the covered-up coat seem even more intentional.
"You're awfully buttoned up tonight, cold?" He noted, letting the words come with the faintest edge of humor.
She didn't answer directly. Instead, her smile curved and she turned on a heel.
"Oh, my findings?" She said, as if she had just remembered. She gestured loosely to the desk on the far side of the room. "Right over there, Commander."
He nodded, casting one last look over her before stepping toward the desk. He didn't speak again, his expression flat but his eyes still watching her from the side.
He stepped toward the desk slowly, letting his eyes drift over the chaos strewn across it. Circuit boards, notes with smudged ink, half-melted cables, and a tiny cooling fan whirring gently in the corner. Amid the mess, one item stood out, a black-bound book, unusually pristine compared to the surrounding clutter.
"What am I even looking for?" He asked, raising his voice slightly over the quiet hum of machines.
From across the room, just beside the large steel doors, Chkalov called out with sing-song cheer. "The book with my name on it. The black one."
He picked it up, turning it in his hands. His name wasn't on it, but hers was, faintly embossed on the cover in silver. Chkalov, Lab Log – Private. It didn't look like a standard log. The paper felt different. More textured. He could have sworn it looked more like a journal, maybe even a diary, but who was he to question how she categorized her "science."
He turned back toward her, holding the book in one hand. "Are you planning on coming over here to show me, or. . .?"
Chkalov gave a small nod, her lips curled in a lazy smile. "In a sec." Her voice lowered, turning smoother. "Just look at page sixty-nine for me. Please."
There was something in her tone, not annoyed, not bossy. Wanting. Not the kind of wanting that came from pride or frustration, but the kind that pulled from something warmer, softer. Almost needy.
He arched a brow and flipped through the book. Each page was covered in neat handwriting, margins scribbled with notes, sometimes equations, sometimes odd little doodles. Cute. He reached the sixtieth page. Then the sixty-fifth. Then finally
69.
The page was entirely blank, save for a line of centered text printed in her usual, exacting script.
He didn't get a chance to read it.
Behind him, he heard the sharp beep of keys being tapped into the heavy lock mechanism. A loud, hydraulic clunk echoed through the lab as the steel doors sealed completely. The locking pins slid into place with a final, echoing snap.
His head turned sharply. "Chkalov?"
She was already moving toward him.
Slow steps. Heels tapping one after another against the metal floor, deliberate and slow. Her smile hadn't faded. If anything, it had widened, made more mischievous by the shimmer in her eyes.
"Relax" She said lightly. "I'm not going to do anything bad to you." She raised one hand and twirled a strand of her hair around her finger. "You're far too valuable for me to risk that."
He stared at her, brows drawn, pulse starting to rise beneath his skin.
She motioned to the book in his hands. "Go on. Read it. Out loud."
He hesitated.
She tilted her head. "Please?" Her voice was soft, nearly a whisper. "It's the only part that matters."
He looked down.
The text on the page was clean, single-spaced, and filled the sheet from margin to margin in her tidy, symmetrical script. As his eyes adjusted to the neat black ink, he began to read aloud, slowly at first.
Commander,
This is not part of any experiment, nor will it ever be cited in data or logged in my archives. There is no hypothesis here. No conclusion to draw. This page is only for you.
You know me as your secretary, your assistant, your scientist. Maybe your drinking partner, if we're being generous. You know the sound of my voice when I'm sober, and the weight of my shoulder when I lean too close after a third shot. You've seen me tired, proud, irritated, amused. And still, you never asked for more. You never reached where I didn't invite you. I notice that. I always have.
But here's what I've never said: I think about you more than I should. I replay your words in my head when I'm lying half-asleep in the lab, my coat draped over me like a blanket. I imagine what your hands would feel like if you stopped being so damn careful. I've run every simulation, every scenario, and still none of them are as satisfying as the thought of your voice saying my name when it's just us.
You are the one variable I have never wanted to control. I just want to feel you. Let myself be affected by you. If I'm drunk tonight, it's because the alternative was silence. And I hate silence when I know you're just down the hall.
So read this, and know: whatever happens next is your choice. Not mine.
But gods, I hope you'll stay.
— C.
The words settled in the air like dust, hanging thick and quiet between them. He blinked, throat dry, fingers still holding the edge of the page like it might vanish if he let go.
Behind him, her footsteps resumed. Slow, deliberate.
And she was no longer smiling.
She stood still, just a few steps away, the dim light of the lab casting soft glows across her face. Her usual smirk was gone, melted entirely. In its place was something fragile, exposed.
Her cheeks were flushed deep red, almost feverish. Not the lazy pink from the vodka, not just the ambient heat of the lab. This was different. Her ears were flushed too, the color creeping up the sides of her neck like fire licking against pale skin. She didn't blink. She barely breathed.
He was no better.
His pulse hammered in his chest like a drum. Hard. Louder than he thought possible. He was almost sure she could hear it if she focused hard enough, if she leaned in just a bit more. Every nerve felt like it was tuned to her—waiting for what she'd do next, what she'd say.
He opened his mouth. Tried to say something.
But nothing came.
No clever words. No jokes. No questions. Just silence. Heavy, charged silence.
Chkalov flinched, just barely. Her fingers curled slightly at her sides. She looked as if the silence alone had knocked the wind from her.
"Don't" She said softly.
Her voice trembled.
"Don't do this to me. I'm not asking for a speech. Just. . . a yes. Or a no."
She didn't raise her eyes after she spoke. Her gaze lingered somewhere near his chest, just below his collar. She wasn't teasing. She wasn't playing.
But a single word wouldn't do.
He stepped forward. Quiet, careful, deliberate.
His hand came up, reaching toward her cheek. He didn't touch her immediately, letting the space between them shrink with the slow pace of his gesture. And when his fingers finally brushed against her skin, she leaned into them without hesitation.
She closed her eyes at the contact.
Chkalov had never looked so still.
Her breath hitched, her body frozen in place, but her face turned into his palm. Her cheek warmed his skin instantly, her lashes fluttering just once before her eyes opened again—darker now, focused.
She saw it. She was too sharp not to.
So she stepped in.
Not all the way, not like she usually would, not with flair or arrogance. Just halfway. Enough.
Their lips met in a quiet, unpracticed tangle.
It wasn't smooth. Their noses bumped. His angle was off. Her breath hitched too hard and her fingers missed his shoulders entirely, landing somewhere near his collarbone.
But it didn't matter.
Because her hands found his cheeks next. Then slid upward, threading through his hair, holding him still. And his arms pulled her in by the waist, locking her close with a grip too certain to be mistaken as unsure.
Their bodies fit too easily. Their tension, the heat between them, the vodka still on her breath—it all collapsed into that one messy moment.
The first kiss broke with a ragged breath. She looked up, blinking, dazed.
The second kiss came faster.
They both adjusted, leaned in again with more purpose. Her lips were softer this time, more sure. His grip at her waist firmed. Her hands steadied behind his head, threading more confidently into his hair.
No talking. No teasing. No missteps.
Just the thrum of heat and skin and breath as the second kiss pulled them under.
And it was perfect.
Their lips parted with a slow drag, the taste of each other lingering like warmth in the air. For a long moment, they stood there, foreheads close, breath mingling. Neither moved, and neither had to.
Then Chkalov smiled.
Not her usual sly smile, not the one that hinted at control or calculation. This one was wide, bright, nearly innocent. Her eyes lit up, the flush on her cheeks deepening as if everything she'd just risked had finally caught up to her, and paid off.
"Yay" She whispered, barely more than a breath, her voice cracking into a soft laugh.
Without waiting for a reply, she grabbed his hand and tugged. Not roughly, but with the kind of excited insistence that only came from a woman halfway drunk and fully victorious. She led him back toward her central table, their fingers laced until they reached the edge.
Two shot glasses appeared in seconds.
She grabbed the half-full bottle with smooth familiarity, pouring quickly, cleanly, then offering one of the glasses to him with a little shake of her wrist.
"To our new. . . arrangement" She said with a wink.
He raised his brow but clinked the glass with hers all the same. They knocked them back together.
The vodka hit his throat like fire.
He hissed through his teeth, eyes scrunching as he winced hard enough to make her giggle.
"Oof" He managed, his voice gravelly. "That was. . . a bit stronger than usual."
Chkalov cooed at him, leaning just slightly into his shoulder.
"Sorry, baby~" She teased, dragging out the word with that dangerous little sing-song edge she always had when she was just a bit too pleased with herself. "Forgot to tell you I brought out the big guns for this little occasion."
He gave her a sidelong look, still recovering. "Did you really need all this just to ask me out?"
Chkalov didn't hesitate. She nodded with another radiant smile, already pouring them another round.
"Absolutely" She said. "Because now I don't have to explain or justify anything. It worked. That's all that matters."
He laughed softly, shaking his head, the tension finally starting to lift from his shoulders. Her chaos had always been deliberate, but never malicious. And for all her layered unpredictability, she had been painfully, completely honest tonight.
He raised his glass again.
"So it did."
They downed the second shot, their movements a little slower this time, but still synchronized. The lab was warm, the silence comfortable, and for once, the cold in the walls felt very far away.
Moments Later
The bottle lay on its side on the floor now, emptied completely. A faint sheen of condensation clung to the glass as it rolled gently in place, the quiet sound drowned out by the soft, breathless gasps filling the lab.
Chkalov sat firmly atop the Commander's lap, her knees snug against his sides, her weight resting comfortably on him as if she belonged there. Her coat still clung tightly around her frame, but it did little to hide the press of her body, curves that flattened softly against his chest as she kissed him with all the restraint of a woman who had waited far too long for this.
Her hands were on his face, thumbs brushing just beneath his eyes as their lips met again and again, deeper each time. Their mouths moved in perfect disarray, eager, unscripted, full of want. Her breath was hot, tinged with vodka, and when her lips parted slightly, his followed, letting her tongue slip into the kiss like it had always belonged there.
It wasn't a clean, romantic thing. It was messy, slow, and a little uncoordinated from the alcohol, but neither of them cared. Her hips shifted just slightly, enough to press herself closer, to deepen the contact between them. His hands had settled at her lower back, fingers splayed as if anchoring himself to the reality of her.
She kissed like a woman who knew how to lead and wanted to see him follow, bold, needy, endlessly curious. Their tongues slid against one another with no shyness left between them, breath catching as they broke and reconnected, again and again.
Then, after a particularly breathless kiss, Chkalov leaned back just enough to reach behind her. She slipped off one heel with a click, then the other, letting them drop to the side without a glance. Her now-bare legs folded more comfortably over his lap, her smile blooming wide and pleased.
Her eyes burned down into his, playful and hazy.
At some point, she had decided something. She didn't say it, but the moment she bit her lip and gave that little satisfied hum, he knew a line had been crossed in her head. Something had shifted.
"Baby" She purred, rolling the word around in her mouth like it tasted good. "Mmm. That's gonna stick."
She didn't wait for approval.
Instead, she licked her lips with slow precision and leaned down to steal another kiss. This one came softer at first, her tongue flicking teasingly along his lower lip before slipping in again with more control. Her body pressed into his, chest to chest, heat to heat.
One hand found his hair, threading in slowly, possessively.
The other moved down to his chest, her palm landing over his shirt and gently prodding at the muscle beneath.
She pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips.
"You hide a lot under these coats of yours" She murmured. "Solid. Strong. Mmh. . ." She grinned, her voice dipping. "I plan on inspecting every bit of you now. Thoroughly. Every inch I can get my hands on."
He didn't reply. Not with words.
His hands traveled up her sides, settling at the curve of her waist. He just stared at her, flushed, breathing heavy, eyes locked on her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
And somewhere behind that heat, somewhere quiet and amused, was a very real frustration.
His eyes dropped to the coat still buttoned high on her chest. The usual peek of skin she teased him with was nowhere to be found tonight.
Of course. The one night he actually wanted to look, she had hidden it all away.
He let out a quiet curse, barely audible.
Chkalov caught it anyway. Her grin widened.
Her blush bloomed again, deeper than before. It crept across her face and flared high on her cheeks, her ears now glowing with it. She leaned back slightly, settling her weight on his thighs, her hands coming to rest neatly on his knees as if trying to recompose herself, though the way her fingers twitched gave her away.
She tilted her head and gave him a look, half daring, half shy.
"Wanna know" She asked, her voice light and playful "Why I'm buttoned up like this? I swear it's not because I was cold."
Her lips curved a little wider.
"Or" She continued "Do you wanna just start undoing the buttons and find out for yourself?"
He didn't even have to answer.
His hands were already moving.
She let them, giving the tiniest approving hum as his fingers found the first button at her throat. The fabric was smooth beneath his touch, and as he worked it loose, her chin came down to rest gently against his knuckles, her breath fanning softly over his hands.
The button came free with a tiny click.
She let out a shaky exhale, eyes fluttering slightly, then whispered, "I was actually really worried you might reject me tonight."
He paused, lips parting slightly to say something—
"Ah ah ah" She cut in quickly, wagging a finger. "No stopping. Another button."
He chuckled under his breath and obeyed, slipping the next button loose. Her coat began to part at the top, revealing her slender neck in full and the gentle slope of her shoulder. What little he could see below that was bare—no undershirt, no camisole. Just skin.
Her voice lowered again, slower now, heavier with something between honesty and mischief.
"You know me, Commander. I'm a woman of science. Of contingency plans."
Another button came undone, and the coat slipped a little more, enough to show that her shoulders were fully bare. Just beneath the opening, at the edge of shadow, he could see the beginning of a lacy black strap. Not just bare shoulders, she wasn't wearing anything under the coat at all except for her bra.
Her breath caught at his stare, and her smile pulled into a slow, triumphant curve.
"I made a plan B" She whispered, leaning forward again, lips just inches from his. "Just in case you were too slow. Or too oblivious. Or worse. . . too polite."
His hands hovered at the last closed button.
She gave him the tiniest nod.
He flicked it open.
The coat fell apart at the front with a whisper of fabric, peeling away just enough to reveal the truth. No undershirt. No hidden layer. Just Chkalov in her intricate, lacy black bra, the fabric hugging her chest like it had been tailored for this exact moment.
His eyes went wide, and he instinctively gripped her waist a little tighter, as if the sight might disappear if he wasn't holding her.
She beamed.
"My plan B" She said, voice syrupy and proud "Was showing you exactly what you'd be missing. . . and then letting vodka and curves do the rest."
He stared.
Still. Silent. Stunned.
The bare curve of her chest wrapped in black lace, the sharp contrast against her pale skin, the glint of confidence in her half-lidded eyes, he didn't have a word in him.
Chkalov tilted her head at his silence, grin widening with amused satisfaction. Then she gave her hips a gentle, deliberate wiggle. The coat, already hanging loose around her shoulders, slipped down like it had been waiting for that exact moment to fall. It pooled around her waist before sliding off her lap entirely.
She flicked a single finger behind her, sending the fabric fluttering off the edge of the table.
Now, she sat atop him in nothing but her stockings and that impossibly detailed black lingerie. The smooth material of her thighs gleamed in the dim light, the garter strap teasing out from beneath the lace as her legs subtly shifted against his sides.
Her hands returned to his chest. Palms flat. Fingers slow.
She could feel him.
She didn't say it. Didn't need to. Her brows lifted slightly as her grin turned knowing. She pressed just a little harder and leaned in, lips brushing his cheek as she murmured-
"I'm glad plan A worked, baby." A soft kiss. "But now that we're here. . ."
She pulled back slightly, eyes shining.
"It'd be a shame to waste all this effort, wouldn't it?"
She slid off his lap, smooth and easy, the heat of her body leaving his with an almost painful gap. She didn't step far. Just enough to stand fully upright and look down at him. The shift in energy was immediate.
Still smiling, but now something else lingered in her gaze.
"Still" She added, placing her hands on her hips "You made me go through quite a lot just to get you here. You don't think I'm going to let that slide, do you?"
He opened his mouth, confused, but no words came.
She leaned in, voice low. "You're going to have to calm me down a little."
He blinked. "Calm you down?"
Chkalov hummed sweetly and stepped back.
"Mhm. Starting with you standing" Her hand gave his knee a playful pat. "Come on, Commander. Up."
He stood, still not entirely sure where this was going. But his body obeyed far faster than his mind.
Chkalov turned and walked,barefoot, confident, the sway of her hips too perfect to be accidental, until she reached the place where he had sat just seconds ago.
She sat slowly, legs crossed one over the other with practiced precision. One arm rested along the back of the couch. The other curled over the top of her thigh. Her posture was open, regal, radiating satisfaction.
The alcohol still glowed in her cheeks, but her confidence? That came from somewhere much deeper.
She lifted her chin slightly.
"All you have to do now" She purred "Is coax my legs open."
Her fingers tapped against her thigh in slow rhythm.
"Then you can show me how sorry you are. For being so incredibly, deliciously dense."
She bit her lip and watched him.
Waiting.
She watched him stand there, still frozen, and let her fingers drift lazily over her thigh. The silence stretched just long enough to make her point, her amusement flickering behind half-lidded eyes as she licked her lips.
The Commander looked stunned. The kind of stunned that meant thoughts were bouncing wildly inside his head without forming any one sentence. That made her smile widen.
"Baby" She began, her voice soft, sugar-sweet. Then firmer, like someone giving instructions before a test. "I want you to kiss. . . touch. . ." Her fingers curled a little. "Lick. . . and bite my legs until I'm satisfied."
She tilted her head, mock-exasperated.
"And then I want you to eat me out."
Her words hit the air like a thrown switch, raw and hot and unfiltered.
Her eyes sparkled, equal parts frustration and thrill. "Plain enough for you?" She asked, her tone playful and biting all at once.
The Commander exhaled slowly. His hands twitched at his sides, and she caught it, the way his pupils dilated, the quiet surrender threading through his expression. Good. He was catching up.
She didn't have to say anything else.
He stepped forward, slowly at first, then with more intent as he knelt before her. The cold lab floor offered no comfort, but none was needed. He moved between her legs, still crossed, still commanding, and brought his hands to her calves, the silk of her stockings smooth and faintly warm beneath his touch.
Chkalov sighed, low and pleased, her head tipping back slightly.
His lips found her ankle first. Soft, deliberate. The heat of his breath pooled against her skin as he kissed there once, then again higher, just above the curve of her foot. She uncrossed her legs slowly, deliberately, placing her feet apart, heels flat against the floor, granting him room but not access. Not yet.
He followed the line of her shin upward, mouth brushing lightly along her stocking-covered leg, trailing to the delicate curve of her knee. Every few inches, he kissed. Sometimes he lingered. Sometimes he used his teeth. The small, gentle bite just above her calf made her breath catch in her throat.
She leaned further back into the couch, fingers curling around the cushion. Her coat long discarded, her body now adorned only in sleek lace and thigh-high stockings, she looked like something out of a fever dream—elegant, spoiled, and basking in attention she clearly felt she'd earned.
"You're doing well" She murmured, breathless but composed, her thighs giving the slightest twitch as he kissed up along the inner seam.
When his tongue finally grazed along the inside of her knee, she gasped, hips shifting forward on instinct. One of his hands gripped her thigh now, steadying her as he opened his mouth and dragged his tongue higher, tasting the heat that built beneath the thin barrier of fabric.
Her breath hitched again, more audible this time.
"God" She muttered under her breath, "I should've done this sooner."
He didn't stop.
He worshipped the inside of her thigh with the kind of reverence that made her tremble, alternating between wet kisses, teasing laps of his tongue, and slow, deliberate bites that left her stocking just barely indented by his teeth. The higher he went, the more her legs shifted, her breath growing uneven, her hands now digging into the couch cushion like she needed grounding.
Then he paused.
His mouth hovered just above where her stocking met bare skin, his breath hot against the sensitive edge.
Chkalov looked down at him, eyes heavy, lips parted, her chest rising and falling in slow, shallow waves.
She gave a long, slow breath. . . and finally, silently, let her legs part.
Chkalov looked down at him with a wide smile that was equal parts triumphant and teasing. Her face was flushed deeper now, her breathing ragged in slow pulls, but she held her composure with the poise of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, and was getting it.
Without a word, she lowered one hand between her thighs, fingers trailing with theatrical slowness. Her index and thumb caught the delicate side of her black lace underwear, pulling it aside just enough to reveal glistening pink underneath. The heat coming off her was immediate.
She spread herself with practiced ease, her middle finger slipping between her folds to part them gently.
"Right here, baby" She said, voice husky and low, the tip of her finger circling a swollen point just above. "This is what you're looking for."
Then she pulled her hand back and leaned into the couch with a shiver, letting her legs rest open but close enough to bracket his head, keeping him where she wanted him.
He didn't speak.
His hands slid up her thighs, thumbs grazing the edge of her stockings, the contrast of silk and skin a sensory overload. He took a second to breathe her in. The scent of her, warm, heady, faintly sweet and dizzying with arousal, filled his lungs as he leaned in, letting his lips hover just a moment over where she'd shown him.
And then he started.
His tongue came out slow and flat, dragging upward from the base of her entrance to her clit in one long, steady stroke. The taste of her hit immediately—rich and soft, a little salty, a little sweet, unmistakably her. She was hot against his mouth, every bit of her damp and pliant, her folds slick and welcoming as he licked again.
A low gasp escaped Chkalov's lips, her fingers curling tighter around the couch as she arched faintly toward him.
"Mmm. . . slower," She breathed, her voice tight. "Start gentle."
He obeyed, narrowing his focus. His lips wrapped around her clit with care, tongue circling it in lazy, deliberate movements. One of his hands rose to steady her thigh, his thumb brushing against her trembling skin, while the other held just under her hip, grounding her as she writhed lightly in his hold.
She moaned, a breathy sound, not loud, controlled, but deep.
"Just like that" She whispered, hips twitching. "Stay there. . . stay right there."
His tongue moved with precision now, guided by her every shift and sigh. The more she responded, the more he adjusted, small flicks, slow laps, then back to gentle suction. Her thighs pressed closer around his head at times, framing his face in heat and tension, but never too tight. She wanted him there. Needed him there.
Every sound she made was a reward. Every tremble of her thighs, every flutter of her breath. And still he kept his pace, letting her grind softly against his mouth as he worshipped her exactly as she asked.
Chkalov's fingers slid into his hair, her nails lightly grazing his scalp.
"Good boy" She murmured, breath ragged now, her voice beginning to crack at the edges. "Make me come apart, baby. Just like that. . ."
Chkalov's fingers slid deeper into his hair, firm now, pressing against the back of his head with slow, purposeful pressure. She didn't shove, she guided. Smooth, deliberate motions that matched the growing need in her breath, in the twitch of her thighs, in the soft tremor that rolled through her every time his tongue circled just right.
"More" She whispered, her voice thick. "Right there, baby, just like that."
She rolled her hips slightly into him, letting his mouth stay locked against her, his tongue never faltering. She moved him just how she needed him, faster now, just enough to keep a constant wave of pleasure cresting in her belly. Her breathing quickened, her thighs flexing tighter at the rhythm he gave her, and still, she kept him exactly where she wanted.
And then, with a playful hum, she stretched her leg.
Her stocking-clad foot slid along the floor before nudging gently against the firm tent beneath his pants. She felt the heat, the shape, the tension he'd been hiding behind discipline and duty. Not anymore.
Her toes curled against him, pressing slowly, then with more pressure as she found the tip and rolled it with the arch of her foot. His body tensed, his tongue stuttered just slightly—but she held his head in place, chuckling darkly.
"Mmhm" She sighed, pressing her foot harder, stroking gently along the length of his clothed cock. "You're pitching a real problem down here, Commander."
His response was nothing more than a muffled moan against her, but that was enough. Her smile sharpened.
"You know" She purred, hips twitching against his mouth again, "I might've gone through the naval personnel files. A bit of extracurricular research."
Her heel grazed lower, then back up again, applying just enough pressure to make him groan against her. She shivered from the vibration, her head falling back into the couch cushion.
"Found a few. . . interesting search logs. Patterns. A handful of fetishes" She said with mock innocence. "You should really lock your files better."
She exhaled, lips parting around a low gasp as his tongue rolled deeper into her. Still, she spoke.
"And don't worry, baby" She said breathlessly, her foot pressing tighter, her heel slowly rolling into him, "I plan on doing every single one. The ones where I ride you until you forget your own name. . ."
A little moan slipped out of her.
"And the ones where you ruin me with those hands of yours. Just like this. With your mouth. . . right. . . there."
Her hips rocked into his mouth again, and her hand tightened in his hair, guiding him into quicker strokes, deeper pressure, faster circles. The heat in her voice began to climb with each word, her breath sharper, shallower.
"We're already indulging one, aren't we?" She whispered. "One we both like. You know which."
She didn't say what it was. She didn't need to.
She just moaned.
Short, high, involuntary.
And then another.
He felt it, the way her thighs quivered, the tension building in her hips, her stomach tightening beneath the lace. Her hand no longer guided, it clutched. Her body trembled under his mouth as her moans came faster, more uneven, her control slipping.
She was close. Right on the edge.
And she wasn't letting him stop.
Her breath hitched once, then again, sharper. Her thighs squeezed around his head, not forcefully, but enough to hold him in place. She let out a broken moan, her fingers tightening in his hair as her hips jerked forward, helpless against the building pressure that finally, finally snapped.
Chkalov came hard.
Her back arched into the couch, lips parted in a long, trembling gasp that turned into a half-voiced cry. Her legs shuddered on either side of his face, her body pulsing in waves as she held him against her, her hips riding each flick of his tongue like she couldn't let go until every last ounce of pleasure was drawn out.
The tension bled out of her slowly, her grip loosening, breath spilling in shallow, gasping sighs. Her thighs trembled as they relaxed, sliding open just enough to free him from between them. Her hand fell gently from his hair, sliding across his cheek with something close to tenderness.
"Mmm. . . fuck. . ." She sighed, eyes closed, her voice heavy and dazed. "Good boy. . . you really are dangerous when you're obedient."
He stayed there a moment longer, resting his forehead against her thigh, breath hot and uneven. Her scent clung to his face, her taste still on his lips, and for a moment neither of them moved.
Then, slowly, Chkalov shifted.
She sat back with effort, legs still slightly trembling, her body flushed and glowing. She exhaled long and low, letting the aftershocks ripple through her until the last of her nerves settled. A smile curved her lips, soft at first, then wide and smug as ever.
She looked down at him, the edge of command returning to her tone.
"Alright, baby" She murmured, stretching her arms behind her before reclining against the couch with a satisfied groan. "You passed your first test."
She spread her legs slowly, deliberately, letting them fall open in full now. Her underwear, still tugged to the side, offered no obstruction. She rested back fully into the couch, hair mussed, cheeks flushed, her body inviting in every possible way.
Her voice came low, breathy, and full of promise.
"Now. . . let's start the main show."
The Commander stood slowly, rising from his knees with the dazed look of a man who had just worshipped at an altar and wasn't quite ready to return to reality. His hands went to the hem of his shirt first, pulling it up and over his head in one slow movement. Chkalov watched him with hooded eyes, her breathing still shallow, her body still flushed and warm from her high.
He worked on his belt next, fingers steady despite the ache pushing hard against the fabric of his pants. As he began to undo them, Chkalov sat up slightly on the couch.
She reached behind her with smooth precision, unhooking her bra with a simple flick. The straps slid down her shoulders, the lace falling away like it had been waiting for release. She tossed it off to the side without care, letting it land somewhere near her coat.
Her breasts spilled free, soft and full, rising with every breath she took. Her nipples were already tight, her skin glowing with a sheen of heat and lingering sweat.
He stared.
His lips parted just slightly, eyes drinking her in with reverence.
"I always wondered what they looked like" He muttered, voice rough, low, completely honest.
Chkalov smiled slowly, stretching her arms over the back of the couch, her chest thrust out proudly.
"Well" She purred, "From now on, maybe I'll just skip the bra whenever you come down here. Maybe everything."
She shifted her hips invitingly.
"Fucking while doing science. . . might be more productive than I expected."
He laughed, short and breathless, as his pants hit the floor and he stepped out of them. His underwear followed, and Chkalov's eyes fell instantly to what he'd been hiding.
Her breath hitched. Her smile grew wider.
"Oh. . . baby. . ." She whispered, licking her lips. "You're even better than I expected."
She let her legs spread wider now, her fingers once again moving to her core. With two fingers, she opened herself up to him, wet and glistening in the soft lab light, her folds spread with casual, hungry grace.
"Want a second round with your mouth?" She teased, tone feather-light. "Wouldn't mind the attention. . ."
He met her gaze, stepping forward.
"Not now," He said simply, voice weighted.
She grinned.
"Mmm. . . I like that 'now.'"
He knelt just enough to line himself up, one hand guiding his length to her slick entrance. Her lips were soft and soaked, her heat radiating up into his grip before he even touched her.
Chkalov bit her lip as he brushed against her folds, her legs instinctively curling a little closer around his sides. He pressed in slowly, deliberately, the head of his cock parting her with thick, steady pressure.
They both paused.
Her lips parted on a low breath that turned into a faint whimper, her hand reaching back to clutch the couch for stability. He groaned through clenched teeth, every inch that sank into her greeted with intense, impossible warmth. She gripped him like she'd been made to take him—tight, wet, yielding in waves as he slid deeper.
She gasped as he bottomed out, her eyes fluttering closed, her body trembling in slow response to being filled so completely. His hands found her hips, holding her steady as he adjusted, but neither of them moved beyond that first full connection.
They just breathed. Letting the sensation ripple through them.
The stretch. The heat. The closeness.
And the fact that for the first time, finally, he was inside her.
They stayed still, connected, her heat wrapped snug and tight around him, her breath feathering against his neck. The pressure of her walls hugging every inch of him was almost overwhelming, but neither of them rushed. Not yet. The intimacy of the moment lingered like electricity in the air.
Chkalov let out a slow, satisfied sigh.
"You already feel better than any toy I've ever used" She said plainly, no teasing in her tone, just fact.
His brows rose slightly, a breath of laughter catching in his throat. "Is that so?"
She nodded against him, her cheek brushing his. "Mhm. But once we're used to each other. . . really in sync. . ." Her voice dipped into something warmer. "We can bring those into the mix, too. In due time. For now, though. . . I just want to feel this."
Her legs slowly wrapped around his waist, locking him in with a softness that belied the hunger still behind her half-lidded gaze. Her heels pressed lightly into his lower back, drawing him even closer without urging him to move just yet.
He kissed her shoulder, her collarbone, lingering as his hands slid upward from her hips.
"Then" He murmured "Maybe I can explore a little."
She didn't stop him.
His hands moved to her chest, palms cupping her bare breasts for the first time. He exhaled softly at the feel of them, full and warm and yielding to his touch. His fingers spread to weigh them properly, thumbs grazing over the sensitive slopes with deliberate care.
Chkalov moaned, her head falling back slightly.
"Yes" She breathed. "Just like that."
He kneaded gently, exploring her shape with reverence. His hands moved slow, thumbs tracing upward until they brushed over her nipples, earning a visible shudder from her body. Her breath hitched again, her back arching subtly into his hands.
"More on the left" She murmured. "It's more sensitive."
He focused there immediately, thumb and forefinger rolling her nipple between them, drawing soft gasps from her as her chest rose into his grip. Her other breast wasn't neglected, his palm kept cupping and stroking it but the attention he gave her left side made her entire body twitch.
"Mmm, good. . . just a bit firmer" She whispered, voice now hazy with pleasure.
He obeyed, adjusting his grip, applying pressure until her moans came louder, clearer. Her legs tightened around his waist with every flick, every squeeze, her hips giving small, involuntary rolls that sent a slow grind between them.
Chkalov tilted her head back to look at him through half-lidded eyes, flushed and hungry.
"I'll tell you everything I like" She whispered, voice like velvet. "So you can learn me right."
His hands moved with growing confidence, still molding the weight of her breasts in his palms, still teasing that sensitive left nipple with fingers that now knew exactly how to draw the breath from her lungs. Chkalov's head lay back against the couch, her throat exposed, her mouth parted in soft, trembling gasps as she let herself be handled, finally, thoroughly.
But it wasn't just his hands anymore.
Their bodies had started to respond to the natural tension between them, the closeness becoming unbearable if they stayed still. She rolled her hips first, just a small shift, just enough to drag him against her inner heat. He followed instinctively, hips rocking forward, the movement slow, deliberate.
A low, mutual gasp slipped from both their lips.
He pulled back an inch, then eased forward again, sliding deep into her, gliding through soaked heat that welcomed him with perfect friction. She was tight but yielding, wet enough to glide, snug enough to pull every nerve in his body tight with pleasure.
Her hands left the cushions and came back to him, gripping his shoulders as her legs locked higher around his waist.
Their pace began slow. Careful. Each thrust was a full-body motion, him rocking into her with just enough force to push the breath from her lungs, her hips rising to meet him, eager for every second of contact.
Their skin met softly at first, the quiet slap of bodies muted by the control they both clung to. But with every thrust, the rhythm picked up. His hands moved down to grip her thighs, her waist, guiding the movement with steady control. She rode the curve of him perfectly, her back arched as he filled her over and over, his shaft dragging against every sensitive ridge inside her.
She moaned as he bottomed out again, her breath hitching, eyes fluttering open with need.
"Just like that" She whispered. "Deeper. . . slow. . . don't rush."
He didn't. He ground into her instead, rotating his hips at the end of each thrust, drawing a sharper gasp from her every time. Her walls clenched around him, wet and hot and pulsing, gripping him tighter with every motion.
His lips found her throat, kissing there, biting gently as his pace grew stronger, still controlled, but heavier now. She met every stroke with a soft cry or a whispered plea for more.
Their bodies found a rhythm, moving together with rising urgency. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed faintly through the lab, paced and intimate, driven by desire rather than desperation.
Chkalov was flushed, breathless, her voice thick with need as she held onto him tighter.
And still they moved, building pressure, building heat, not racing toward the edge—yet—but savoring the climb.
They had all the time in the world.
The rhythm they'd built, slow and deep and intentional, began to break, gradually at first, then without apology.
Chkalov's hips rocked harder into him, her breath coming quicker, words tumbling from her lips in a mix of encouragement and whimpers. Her thighs tightened around his waist, locking him in with every thrust. He moved faster now, driven by instinct and the rising heat coiling in his spine, every stroke a wet, heady slap that echoed through the lab like a heartbeat.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, her chest rising and falling against his as she clung to him, their skin sliding together in a feverish rhythm. His hands gripped her thighs, then her waist, then her back, like he couldn't decide where to ground himself.
She kissed him hard, all teeth and tongue and moans, her nails dragging down his back as she gasped into his mouth. His pace picked up again, hips snapping forward, the tight slick clutch of her walls nearly undoing him every time he buried himself to the hilt.
"F-fuck" Chkalov gasped, voice cracking, legs trembling now with every impact. "Just like that-harder, baby, please-"
He gave her exactly what she wanted, slamming into her now with messy, desperate force, no rhythm, just need. His mouth moved to her neck, biting, kissing, anything to stay grounded as the edge loomed hard and fast.
She felt it too. He could see it in her eyes, unfocused, wide, mouth open, breath hot and shallow.
Then her voice, loud and clear:
"Inside" She gasped, hand in his hair, eyes locked on his. "Come inside me. I want it, want all of it, baby, please-"
He groaned hard, the sound guttural, his grip tightening on her hips as her words pushed him straight over the edge. His pace faltered, his body jerking forward as the first pulse hit, thick and hot and deep inside her.
Chkalov cried out, loud and raw, as she came with him.
Her walls clenched around him, milking him with every pulse, her thighs quivering around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders. She rode every wave, her body arching into him, clutching him close like she needed him to stay buried in her just a second longer.
And he did.
They stayed there, bodies shaking, chests heaving, skin flushed and wet, locked together in the heavy, blissful aftermath of something neither of them could pretend was casual anymore.
The Following Morning
The soft hum of dormant equipment and the faint buzz of old lab lights provided the only sound in the dim room. Morning had no real place this deep underground, no sunrise, no birdsong, but the base's quiet stillness told them it was early.
Chkalov stirred first.
The room was barely large enough for the narrow bed tucked into one corner of the lab, more of a cot than anything truly comfortable. But that didn't matter. She was wrapped up in his arms, her bare back pressed to his chest, her legs tangled with his beneath the thin blanket. His breath was warm on her neck, slow and steady. One arm was beneath her, the other draped lazily over her stomach, fingers curled against her skin like he never planned to let go.
She smiled into the silence.
"I love you" She said softly, the words slipping out with no fanfare, no hesitation. "Just so you know."
His arm tightened around her.
"I know" He murmured against her shoulder. "I love you too."
She turned in his arms, just enough to face him. Their lips met in a slow, sleepy kiss, no rush, no need to impress. Just closeness. Warmth. Familiarity.
When they pulled apart, Chkalov squinted and let out a small groan, shielding her eyes like light might pour in from a place it couldn't possibly reach.
"Ugh. . . my head" She muttered. "And my legs."
The Commander let out a low chuckle, rubbing slow circles against her back. "I could say the same."
They lay there a moment longer in that haze, neither willing to break the quiet comfort just yet.
Eventually, she peeked up at him with a lopsided grin.
"So. . . we maybe doing that again tonight?" She asked, voice still a little raspy.
He smiled back, thumb brushing along her waist.
"Without the vodka this time?"
"Mhm." She nuzzled closer. "Let's see what science looks like sober."
He laughed quietly, pressing another kiss to her forehead as they sank into the silence again, sore, satisfied, and very much in love.
Chapter 17: Monarch's Needs
Summary:
This one is a long one. Enjoy. Also, Monarch is interesting here.
Chapter Text
Their footsteps echoed softly through the quiet, carpeted corridors of the base, long stretches of dim gold light falling from wall sconces, lining their path like a quiet escort back to sanity.
Monarch was barefoot.
She had slipped her heels off the moment they stepped past the main plaza, saying nothing as she bent down to grab them with the same casual grace she carried into battle. Her fingers curled around the delicate straps now like they were something she merely tolerated, the sharp white heels swinging idly with each stride.
She didn't walk beside him so much as she led him, graceful, regal, and clearly exhausted in a way only she knew how to wear.
The Commander said nothing.
There wasn't much to say, really.
She hadn't spoken more than a handful of words since they left the gala hall. Not out of anger, not exactly. Just. . . drained. The kind of tired that didn't show on her face but leaked from her in tiny shiftsm her sighs, her fingers toying with the seams of her uniform dress, the way her gaze kept falling forward without focusing on anything.
Her lips were in a soft pout, and her steps, though silent, held a quiet urgency.
Still dressed in her immaculate White gala attire, she was a picture of restrained power, white and gold framing her tall, noble figure, long coat trailing slightly with each step. The tight bodice curved perfectly around her waist and chest, fastened just a touch too snug after a night of dinner, drinks, and diplomacy.
The short hemline and thigh-high stockings left very little to the imagination—and perhaps that was part of why the Commander couldn't seem to keep his eyes off her.
And perhaps that was also why Monarch's hand, the one that wasn't gripping her heels, had laced into his with uncharacteristic strength.
Her fingers were tight, possessive.
The message in her grip was clear: Mine.
The gala hadn't been unpleasant. Not exactly. She had mingled, smiled, made small talk. She had sat beside him at the Royal Navy's polished banquet table, sipping expensive wine and tolerating the endless parade of other shipgirls drifting close, some of them too bubbly, too flirty, too obviously hungry for attention.
His attention.
He had behaved. She knew that. But still... some of the looks sent her blood into a slow boil. Some of the offhanded comments, the too-bold teasing from others, the Commander is always by your side, I wish I had a date like that, it all clung to her like static.
She didn't show it, not then. Not in public. Not in that room full of shipgirls in silks and medals. But now, in the echoing hush of the empty halls, it began to seep out of her like steam from a pressure valve.
She was done smiling.
Done sharing.
Done being anything other than his and he hers.
And she couldn't get home fast enough.
Their destination finally came into view: a wide, dark-oak door at the end of the corridor, adorned with a gold number plate and flanked by frosted glass sconces. Their home. A spacious commander's residence, nestled on the highest tier of the officer's wing.
Six rooms. Vaulted ceilings. Wide kitchen. Balcony view. A private library she'd quietly filled with her favorites over time.
A place where she didn't have to impress anyone.
Just be his.
She adjusted her grip on his hand again, squeezing harder for no reason other than the need to feel him. Her shoulder brushed his as they walked. Her heels knocked lightly against her thigh with each step.
She exhaled again, not annoyed, just tense, as if her dress clung to her too tightly, like she was already imagining how it would feel to pull it off and feel the cool air of their bedroom on her skin.
The Commander cast her a sidelong glance. He didn't need to ask. He could feel it radiating off her. That heat. That quiet, simmering longing she masked under practiced poise.
She caught his gaze and didn't look away.
"Stop staring" She murmured, not quite snapping, but not entirely joking either.
"You're gorgeous" He said without hesitation.
She let out a soft hmph, looking forward again.
But her hand didn't let go.
The keypad clicked as she pressed her hip to the panel, the door sliding open with a muted mechanical sigh. Warm, familiar air greeted them, soft lighting from the entryway, the faint scent of black tea and cedarwood lingering in the air.
As the door closed behind them, Monarch dropped her heels to the side, fingers already drifting up to the top clasp of her uniform's neckline.
Monarch's fingers fumbled with the zipper behind her neck, her arms craning back with mild irritation, nails scraping against the seam in a half-hearted attempt. She muttered something under her breath,l sharp, frustrated, but didn't bother trying again.
Instead, she turned toward him.
The Commander had already loosened his tie, the black silk hanging undone around his collar, sleeves rolled up, the edges of formality fraying fast.
Her eyes met his, no words at first, just a stare with the weight of a command hidden beneath velvet.
"Help" She said simply, her tone low and precise.
He moved toward her without hesitation.
His hands rose to her back, brushing over the fabric, the faintest contact making her exhale softly. With one smooth pull, he eased the zipper down, baring the pale skin of her spine inch by inch. Her shoulders relaxed instantly, tension bleeding out of her like a sigh of relief.
"Thank you" She murmured, not polite, not coy. Just honest.
The dress slipped from her body like water, pooling around her feet in a soft white heap. She stepped out of it, revealing the rest of her ensemble: a matching set of elegant, almost ceremonial white undergarments. Lace-trimmed, high-waisted, beautiful in their simplicity. Regal. Like her.
She didn't flinch beneath his gaze. Didn't cover herself. She wanted him to look. She basked in it.
But her voice broke the moment with a casual edge.
"I wouldn't mind eating something."
It wasn't a request. It was a flag, raised discreetly. An indication that her defenses were dropping and she needed comfort, not from strangers at a banquet table, but from him.
The Commander understood immediately.
"I'll get something sweet" He replied, already turning toward the kitchen "And I'll feed it to you myself. Until you stop frowning."
She blinked once, then gave the barest twitch of a smile.
He started to step away, but her voice caught him again.
"You're not going to comment on my underwear?" She asked, tilting her head, eyes tracking him with interest.
He turned halfway back, smile curling slow and warm.
"You'd look good in anything."
She arched a brow.
"That's good" She said "Because I'm changing into a very boring, very grey long-sleeved shirt. Not my size. Yours, actually. And probably nothing else."
He nodded once, with that faint, amused exhale that always made her stomach flip.
She picked up her dress from the floor, folding it neatly over one arm as she padded barefoot down the hall toward their room. Her pace was calm, but the sway of her hips was not lost on him and his eyes stayed on her the entire way.
The door to their room closed behind her with a gentle click.
The Commander made his way to the fridge, the soft hum of its motor filling the silence left in Monarch's wake. He reached in and pulled out a familiar bar of milk chocolate, the kind laced with bits of caramel and crushed cookie. It was absurdly sweet, almost childish in taste, but Monarch liked it. That was enough for him. He closed the fridge, tore the wrapper halfway, and tossed it onto the couch without a second thought.
His own turn to unwind had come.
The bedroom door was shut, her presence sealed inside it for now, so he took advantage of the moment. He stripped off his suit jacket and laid it gently across the back of the chair. The shirt came next, unbuttoned slowly, the fabric whispering as it slid from his skin.
He folded it with one hand, not bothering to do it neatly, and dropped it onto the pile. All that remained were his briefs.
He walked barefoot to the balcony doors and pulled the heavy curtains shut, blotting out the city lights and stars. Then came the windows, blinds rotated until the room bathed in privacy. Only a soft golden glow remained from the kughts and the gentle hum of the heater filling the quiet.
In the kitchen, he flicked the dimmer switch halfway down, letting the warm shadows settle around him.
From the linen chest, he grabbed the old blanket, the one they always used. It bore faint chocolate smudges, maybe some wine stains, and the lingering scent of them. It wasn't pretty, but it was comfortable. Familiar. Real.
Then the bedroom door opened.
He turned just as Monarch stepped into the living room.
She had followed through exactly as she promised. One of his long, grey shirts hung loosely on her body, the hem falling just below her thighs. It swallowed her frame slightly, the sleeves slipping past her wrists. She looked relaxed, not entirely stripped of her regality but certainly far from the woman who had entered the gala an icon of poise.
Her hair was loose now, cascading in soft waves, and she had changed her underwear too. She lifted the edge of the shirt with one hand, revealing black cotton instead of white lace. Practical, simple, soft. She didn't say anything for a moment, just studied him.
Then, with a quiet confidence and a voice lower than usual, she said "I really love your body."
He raised a brow, half smiling as she tossed his pajama pants at his chest.
Monarch didn't wait for a response. She padded to the couch and sat down, pulling her knees up beneath her, fingers already unwrapping the chocolate bar with the kind of calm ownership that came from deep familiarity. Her posture was a mix of elegance and comfort, back straight but eyes half-lidded with tired affection.
He pulled on the soft cotton pants and gave a quiet chuckle under his breath. The flattery hadn't gone unnoticed.
"You're one to talk" He replied, voice low as he walked over to join her.
She didn't answer immediately. She broke off a piece of chocolate and popped it into her mouth, chewing slowly as her gaze lingered on him. No more tight smiles or half-buried irritation. Something in her shoulders had finally relaxed.
And beneath it, something warmer was beginning to surface.
He walked closer, calm and quiet, and grabbed the pajama shirt draped over the edge of the couch. It smelled faintly like her, tea and perfume, a scent it would always catch whenever she got her hands on it. He slipped it on, the fabric cool against his skin, and shifted to sit beside her.
But that never lasted long.
Monarch had a way of claiming space without ever asking for it. She didn't hesitate, didn't even give him time to settle before she was climbing into his lap. It was as natural as breathing. Her long legs folded snugly against his, her back finding its perfect place against his chest. Like she belonged there. Like he was furniture and she the queen that sat atop him. And he didn't mind at all.
His arms slid around her waist almost automatically, fitting beneath her shirt and around the warm dip of her middle. She let out a quiet hum of approval, the sound more felt than heard, her entire body softening as she melted into him. Her head tilted back just enough to press a slow kiss to the edge of his jaw.
And then, barely more than breath, she mouthed something low and muffled against his skin. He couldn't make out the words, didn't need to. It was the kind of curse she whispered only when she was finally unwinding, not directed at him, not even at the world, just. . . vented.
He dipped his head lower, brushing his lips gently against her ear.
It was one of the ways he helped her come down. When the edges of her pride got too sharp. When the long hours and longer expectations began to wear her down, this is where she came to land. In his lap. In his arms.
"Why do we even go to these galas?" He murmured, warm breath against her skin. "If they wind you up like this every time?"
Monarch didn't lift her head. She didn't even open her eyes. Her voice came slow and even, laced with the faintest thread of humor.
"Because you're The Commander" She said, letting the title hang in the air with a hint of mocking reverence. "The one and only. The face of naval might, the cornerstone of diplomacy. And. . . my superior, technically."
He huffed a soft laugh and leaned closer, letting his chin rest atop her shoulder.
"We could skip a few" He offered. "Once in a while."
Her shoulders moved in a lazy shrug. "Maybe. But they always give us three days off after. Like now."
She tilted her head slightly, giving him a sidelong glance that was far too fond for the words that followed.
"I really like those three days off. With you."
He didn't argue.
He couldn't.
Instead, he slid his hands up, tracing her forearms gently before resting his palms over hers. He guided her fingers toward the chocolate, snapping off a piece and lifting it to her mouth.
Monarch accepted it without a word, lips parting slowly, her breath warm over his fingers as she bit down. She chewed in silence, her eyes half-lidded, her entire frame visibly unwinding further with every second she stayed wrapped up in him.
After a while she reached for his hand, slow and precise, wrapping both of her own around it like it was something fragile and priceless. Her fingers, soft and slender, pressed firmly against his, curling between the ridges of his knuckles, tracing his palm with a reverence that felt almost ceremonial.
Then she brought it up to her cheek.
Her skin was warm. Flushed. And she rubbed against his hand just once, nuzzling into it like it soothed something deep and old inside her. Her lashes fluttered low, and her voice slipped out in a breath, half mumble, half confession.
"I love you."
He opened his mouth to respond, but she kept going, a quiet tide of feeling washing up in her words.
"You're my first love. And my only one. And I will be the only one who ever gets to experience you like this. As you are."
Her voice carried an edge, soft but unflinching, as she shifted in his lap, turning until she was straddling him properly. Their chests pressed together, the heat between them rising in gentle waves. Her hands settled against his shoulders, grounding herself.
Then she looked up.
Her eyes, that deep, rich violet, met his with full force. Focused. Intense. The kind of gaze that made a man sit still and take notice, that stripped away every mask he wore, leaving only truth behind.
"I love you" She repeated, stronger this time. Her British accent thickened just enough to lend the words weight. "I love you a lot. So much that I want to carve it into the damn world so everyone knows."
He couldn't speak. Not at first. The power in her voice always caught him like that, especially when she got like this, raw, unfiltered, utterly hers.
All he could do was smile. Wide. Full. The kind that made his eyes crease and his chest tighten.
Monarch sat a little higher in his lap, rising onto her knees so they were eye to eye. Her expression shifted, lips pulling into a small, impossibly proud smirk. The kind she wore after a flawless mission, or a battle no one thought she could win.
"I still can't believe I get to have you" She murmured. "All to myself. Always."
He shrugged, voice quiet and dry. "Can't believe I get to have you either."
Her smirk softened into a real smile. One that lit her whole face with something bright and unguarded.
Her forehead pressed against his, breath soft and slow at first, but the silence between them was thick with potential. The kind of silence that wasn't empty; it was full, heavy with the promise of something deeper, something more.
Her fingers flexed against his shoulders. His hands, still warm from where they'd held her waist, slid upward slowly along her sides, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing through the soft cotton of his shirt. It clung faintly to her, warmed by her skin, by the heat building between them.
Monarch shifted again, lowering herself just enough to bring their lips close, almost touching.
Her breath ghosted over his.
Her fingers slid up, curling behind his neck, nails lightly scratching at his scalp as she guided his head just a bit closer, just enough to close the distance.
And then she kissed him.
Not soft. Not tentative. But full.
Like she had been holding it in all night.
Their lips met with a sound, soft and wet, but firm. Her mouth was warm and needy against his, her breath catching as her body pressed closer, arms wrapping fully around his neck to pull him into her. His own arms tightened around her, hands roaming her back, one sliding up to cup the back of her head, holding her in place as their mouths moved in perfect, hungry rhythm.
Her kiss was demanding, possessive even. She tilted her head slightly, deepening it, tongue flicking along his bottom lip before he parted for her.
The moment he did, she took everything.
The kiss turned molten. Her tongue slipped into his mouth with a slow, deliberate glide, tasting him like a woman who had gone far too long without. Their tongues met, tangled, slid apart, then found each other again, every motion more heated than the last. She moaned softly into him, barely a sound, but it vibrated through his chest and down into his spine.
His fingers buried themselves in her hair. She pressed tighter into his lap, knees sinking deeper into the cushions as she ground against him, not in desperation, but in rhythm. Slow, sensual, absolutely deliberate.
She didn't break the kiss.
If anything, she kissed him harder.
She sucked gently on his bottom lip, then let it go with a soft, wet sound before diving right back in, her lips parting over his again. He responded with just as much fervor now, holding her to him like letting go simply wasn't an option.
Their breathing grew shallow, mixed, shared.
His hand slid down, tracing the curve of her hip before gripping the back of her thigh. She responded immediately, gasping into his mouth, her hips pressing forward just enough to make him groan softly against her lips.
The sound made her smile.
She kissed him again.
Again.
And again.
Short, hot, breath-stealing kisses that never gave either of them a chance to cool down. Her hands moved restlessly, one sliding down his chest, the other gripping the collar of the shirt he wore like she couldn't get close enough.
She finally pulled back, not far, just enough for their foreheads to touch again, for them to breathe.
Her lips were red. Kiss-swollen. Glowing with heat.
A thin thread of spit still connected their mouths.
And her voice, low and thick with desire, came out like velvet soaked in wine.
"I missed kissing you like that."
He swallowed, his throat tight, voice low and raw. "You've been kissing me all night."
She smiled. Slowly. Lazily.
"Not like that" She murmured, and dipped in again for a single, drawn-out kiss, just their lips now, no tongue, just pressure and warmth and something so tender it made his breath hitch.
When she finally pulled back again, her eyes were half-lidded, burning violet beneath dark lashes. Her voice came out in a whisper, but it hit like a bullet straight to the chest.
"I want more."
She didn't say what. She didn't need to.
Not when her hands were already moving again.
Not when the way she looked at him made it clear: this wasn't just about possession. It was about belonging.
And neither of them were going to bed alone tonight.
The kiss deepened again, this time less about urgency and more about intent. Their mouths moved in a slow, heated rhythm, lips molding together, tongues slipping past in long, tasting motions that made Monarch’s body arch just a little more into his.
She pressed closer, guiding his hands with her own, down over her waist, her fingers sliding beneath the hem of the shirt she wore and drawing his palms along with them.
“Touch me” She whispered between kisses, not as a plea, but as something expected. Something natural. Her voice was velvet and fire, lips brushing his with every syllable. “Like I’m yours to use however.”
He obeyed.
His hands slipped under the soft cotton, gliding over the bare skin of her back, the slope of her sides, the delicate curve just beneath her ribs. She shivered under his touch, not from cold, but from satisfaction, her body reacting exactly how she wanted it to. Her breath hitched, and their kiss broke just long enough for her to whisper his name, barely audible, before crashing back into him, lips parting to draw him in again.
Their mouths moved with a shared rhythm now. Still passionate, still hungry, but laced with something more—control. A soft struggle for dominance, one that neither of them seemed keen on winning outright. Her tongue met his with playful resistance, teasing one moment, surrendering the next, only to take charge again as she gently rolled her hips forward.
Her thighs squeezed around him subtly, and his hands found her again. Lower this time. Bolder.
They slid down over the curve of her hips and found purchase beneath her, grasping the full shape of her ass. She shifted instantly, adjusting her seat so she truly sat on him now, letting him feel all of her, her weight and warmth, the firm, perfect shape that filled his palms like it had always belonged there.
Monarch moaned against his lips, not loud, but genuine. Soft and breathy.
She could feel the change in his touch, the way his fingers dug a little deeper, the way his thumbs brushed along the top of her thighs in a silent reverence. She tilted her head, pulling from the kiss just enough to breathe him in.
And then her hands began to wander.
She slipped them under his shirt, cool fingers splaying across his stomach, trailing up slowly, fingertips mapping the terrain of his muscles, his warmth, his heartbeat. She pushed upward as she went, her touch neither rushed nor hesitant. Just sure. Wanting to feel him, all of him, unhidden.
When she reached the edge of the fabric, she paused for only a moment.
Then she gave the shirt a firm little push, eyes locked to his, silent in her question.
He met her gaze, lips parted, breath warm, and gave a small nod.
She smiled.
The shirt came off in one smooth motion, her eyes immediately drinking him in. There was no shame in the way she stared. No pretense. Just admiration, quiet and unrelenting.
He was beautiful to her. Not perfect. Not polished. Just him. The body that held her. The arms that pulled her in. The man she loved.
Her gaze lingered as her fingers resumed their path across his chest, tracing lightly, reverently. His breathing quickened with every brush, but he didn’t speak. Didn’t need to. His hands never left her, still holding her just beneath her shirt, fingers curling now and then against her soft skin.
She leaned in again, her lips brushing his cheek before finding his ear.
“Would you mind” She breathed, her voice low and honey-smooth “If I had my usual little indulgence?”
There was no teasing lilt. No seductive game.
Only sincerity.
He turned slightly, letting his temple press to hers, nodding once. No words. Just permission.
She didn’t hesitate.
Her lips descended to his shoulder, and she kissed the skin there slowly, letting the warmth of her mouth settle in before her teeth found him.
She bit.
Not hard. Not cruel. But firm. A mark that would rise and stay. A symbol. Her claim.
He gasped slightly, but didn’t pull away. If anything, he held her tighter.
She licked over the bite, slow and careful, soothing where she’d marked him. Then she kissed up the line of his neck, her tongue dragging in slow arcs, her lips finding every inch of exposed skin she loved. Her breath was hot and humid against him, punctuated by soft moans, quiet and content.
Each little nip she gave was measured. Controlled. A dot of sensation, fleeting and warm, followed by the kiss that chased it away. Her hands never stopped moving, one still against his chest, the other slipping behind his neck to hold him steady as she kissed and tasted and whispered soft nothings into his skin.
“You feel so good” She murmured, pressing her lips to his throat, her voice breaking faintly with the rising pressure of want. “I could do this forever.”
He responded with a low sound of his own, something half-laughed and half-moan, his fingers flexing against her again, thumbs brushing now along the edges of her thighs, closer to the place her warmth pooled.
Their breathing was ragged now, shared and shallow.
Their bodies drawn tighter together.
And though the heat between them swelled, though the kisses grew deeper, rougher, and the marks more frequent, there was no rush. No need to race toward anything.
Not when every second together already felt like everything they needed.
Monarch sat back just slightly, her weight still comfortably on his lap, her thighs bracketing his as she shifted to look at the fresh marks she’d left along his shoulder and neck. Her eyes glowed with pride, a quiet and satisfied smile tugging at her lips as she admired her handiwork. Red, flushed, and unmistakably hers. The sight stirred something low and warm in her chest.
Then her gaze flicked downward.
His hands had slipped naturally to her thighs, his fingers splayed wide, resting with deceptive calm. But the way his thumbs lingered at the inner seam of her legs, just barely grazing the edge of where her warmth radiated, was anything but innocent. He wasn’t even trying to tease her, not consciously. That made it worse.
Or better.
Monarch inhaled softly, her lashes lowering as her smile curved into something slower. Darker. She leaned forward just an inch, voice low and rich with desire.
“I’m wet” She whispered, like a secret laced with reverence “And it’s all your fault.”
He stiffened, breath skipping the way it always did when she said things like that. Predictable, yes, but never dull. Never unwelcome.
She watched him exhale, trying to keep himself composed, and her grin widened just a little, wicked and loving all at once.
Then her hand moved.
Confidently, she let it drift down between them and cupped the bulge at the front of his pants, her fingers pressing with deliberate slowness. The heat of him pulsed through the fabric, the shape of him unmistakable beneath her palm. She rubbed in a long, slow arc, her palm flattening against the arch of his need as her thumb dragged over the tip.
His eyes fluttered. His grip on her thighs tightened.
Her gaze stayed locked on his the entire time.
And then she leaned back in.
Her lips claimed his again, this time with full control. The kiss was deep, heady, her tongue teasing his with perfect rhythm. She set the pace as if she were conducting a symphony only they could hear, slow and tender when her touch lightened, heated and hungry when she ground her palm more firmly into him.
He moaned against her mouth. Not loud, but real.
She could feel his pulse racing beneath her fingertips, in his chest, in his neck, in the hardness she was coaxing out of him with every calculated stroke against the cloth he wore. Her free hand pressed flat against his chest, grounding him there, keeping him still beneath her, as if to say stay. . . you're mine right now.
She knew this game. She had played it before. Dozens of times. And she loved it every time, the feel of his restraint, the way his breath hitched when she pressed just right, the way his body trembled beneath her like a wire pulled tight.
He always made her feel powerful like this. Not just wanted, but worshipped.
But she also knew how this would end. And it thrilled her to no end.
Still, for now, she indulged in the moment.
With a single smooth shift of her hand, she slipped beneath the waistband, her fingers sliding past cloth to find him, hot and hard in her palm. She wrapped around him with a slow, deliberate motion, her grip firm, her thumb brushing the underside as she started to stroke.
Agonizingly slow. Just enough to feel him twitch.
He gasped into her mouth. His kiss faltered for half a second. She didn’t let him stop.
She kissed him again, deeper this time, her breath mingling with his as her hand moved in a rhythm that matched her lips. Each tug was a message, each stroke an affirmation.
And between kisses, she whispered.
“You’re mine.”
A kiss.
“No one else touches you like this.”
Another.
“No one else knows you like I do.”
A pause to breathe. A slower stroke.
“And no one else” She whispered against his mouth “Will ever make you feel like this.”
She licked the corner of his lips, teeth catching gently on his bottom lip before sucking it just once, slow and teasing, like she was tasting the words she’d just said.
“I want you” She breathed. “So much it hurts.”
He could barely hold still. His hands flexed against her thighs again, gripping harder, holding on like he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. But Monarch wasn’t ready to surrender control. Not yet.
She kissed him again. And again.
Soft now. Tender. As if to soothe the storm she’d stirred up inside him. Her hips shifted subtly in his lap, pressing down in slow, torturous rhythm, her core brushing his length, separated only by the thinnest layers of fabric.
And all the while, her hand kept moving.
Measured. Loving. Possessive.
Like she wanted to brand her touch into his memory.
Because she would give herself to him completely—soon—but not before she reminded him who she was.
His queen.
His Monarch.
And this moment, right here, belonged to her.
Monarch's breath was slow but heavy now, her lips parted just slightly as she stared at him, his breath catching with every stroke of her hand. And then, with a subtle shift in posture, she made her move.
She began to stroke faster.
Her pace wasn’t wild, but it was decisive, her hand gliding up and down with precision, speed increasing with every pass. The wet heat of his arousal under her fingers was impossible to ignore now, the tension in his body crackling against her thighs like static.
It only took seconds.
He twitched hard in her grip.
She saw it.
Felt it.
And her smile returned, slow and pleased, as she stopped abruptly.
He groaned, soft and low in his throat, a sound of pure frustration that made her heart flutter. His restraint was palpable, written across his face in the way his jaw clenched, in the way his eyes flashed with that mix of desire and patience held by only the strongest threads.
She was impressed.
And delighted.
With a small, playful hum, she leaned in again, her voice sweet with mock affection.
“Would you be a dear~” She purred “And help me out of this shirt?”
She didn’t need to ask twice.
His hands moved almost too quickly, had they not been so deeply in love, the eagerness might have drawn a smirk. But Monarch didn’t mind. In fact, she leaned into it. She lifted her arms as he pulled the fabric up, her body brushing along his knuckles as he stripped it away, her skin warm and electric where it met his.
Once the shirt was off, he didn’t bother setting it aside gently. He tossed it, somewhere. Anywhere. It didn’t matter.
Monarch chuckled softly, pleased.
“That’s the spirit” She said, voice low with approval.
And now she sat before him fully bare from the waist up, her breasts soft and full, still gently rising and falling with her breath. The faint bounce as she shifted back into position caught his eyes immediately. She saw the way he looked at her, the stillness, the reverence.
And she basked in it.
But only for a moment.
Because then her hand returned to his cock with a familiar confidence.
She resumed the motion, this time faster, more deliberate. Her grip was firm and sure, stroking him at a pace that made his hips jump again, instinct and desire pushing him to move even before thought could form. The motion sent a soft ripple through her chest, the bounce of her breasts matched by her delighted laugh.
Her free hand joined in then, cupping the tip, thumb brushing over the most sensitive point in slow circles before matching the stroke of the other. She looked down at him the entire time, smiling with greedy affection, the kind only lovers could share.
Her breathing hitched and turned into a soft moan, not from his touch, but from the look on his face, the strain in his core, the tension that coiled tighter with every second.
And then she said it.
“I want to feel it” She breathed out, barely able to contain her pleasure. “I want it on my stomach. I want you to paint me with it.”
The words hit him like lightning. He didn’t question it.
He didn’t need to.
The image alone was enough to undo entire strands of his composure, the thought of her smooth, toned stomach streaked with the evidence of his desire overwhelming in its beauty.
His hands returned to her ass almost on instinct, gripping tighter now, grounding himself as her strokes became almost feverish.
She leaned back just a little, supported by his hands, her arms working in tandem with more purpose, more heat. Her hair spilled behind her shoulders, her chest rising high, her entire posture poised and perfect.
And her hands moved fast.
The slick sound of her stroking him filled the room now, the heat of his length making her fingers glide effortlessly. She watched him closely, eyes flicking between his face and the spot where she worked him over, drinking in every sound, every twitch, every roll of his hips. His core tensed hard beneath her, muscles taut, breath coming sharp through clenched teeth.
She bit her lip, utterly lost in the moment, her voice barely more than a moan now.
“Let me see it” She whispered. “Give it to me. All of it.”
And she didn’t stop.
Not when his grip tightened.
Not when his body bucked.
He was close.
And Monarch could feel it.
And she couldn’t wait to see the reward.
He couldn’t hold back.
With a rough exhale that caught at the end, his hips jerked beneath her, his whole body tightening as release crashed through him. His grip on her thighs clamped down as he came, thick, hot pulses painting her stomach in slow, drawn-out streaks. Monarch moaned softly, eyes half-lidded as she watched him unravel beneath her hands, her strokes slowing but still steady, drawing out every last drop.
She made sure of it.
Every twitch, every contraction, she milked it gently, lovingly, coaxing each rope of heat onto her skin. His breath was ragged, chest rising and falling in sharp motions, and she smiled at the sight of him, undone and breathless, still gripping her like she was the only thing anchoring him.
Her stomach glistened, warm and wet, streaked with his cum.
And she looked beautiful like that. Powerful.
She gave one final, slow stroke before letting him go, her hand now slick, her body flushed with heat and satisfaction. With a slow, fluid motion, she leaned back against the couch, resting her weight on one arm, her body stretching out like a queen on her throne.
His gaze stayed on her, eyes wide, still catching up to everything she’d just done.
She dipped her fingers to her stomach, scooping a bit of the mess with the tips of two fingers. Without breaking eye contact, she brought them to her lips and sucked them clean, slowly, deliberately. Her tongue curled over the pads of her fingers, savoring the taste, her eyes lidded in pleasure as she hummed low in her throat.
Then she went back for more.
Another finger traced through the mess on her abdomen, gathering the rest with unhurried care, licking it up, cleaning each fingertip like a delicacy. Her breath was soft, teasing, and the occasional quiet moan of satisfaction escaped her as she tasted him.
For the little that remained, she reached to the side, grabbing a tissue from the box just beyond the couch’s arm. She dabbed the corners of her stomach clean, slow and precise, making sure nothing stayed behind. But instead of tossing the tissue aside, her fingers held it loosely as her hand slid up over her chest.
She brought it to one breast.
The textured paper brushed softly over her skin as she circled it around the curve, then over her nipple. A sharper sound escaped her then, something between a breath and a gasp, soft and aroused as the rougher touch coaxed a reaction. She ran the tissue once more over the other side, teasing herself with lazy confidence.
Then she stopped.
Her eyes found his again, heat still glowing in her stare, but now tempered with something else.
Invitation.
She held there, her bare chest rising gently with each breath, the slight shimmer of sweat at her collarbone, her body still tingling with the thrill of her control. And yet, she gave nothing more.
Because the next move, now, belonged to him.
She waited, stretched out in full view, her body marked with him, her lips slick and red from the earlier kiss, her fingers resting idly at her side.
She had indulged herself.
Now it was his turn.
He looked at her, just for a second.
She lay back across his lap, stretched like a dream, the soft curve of her hips framed perfectly by his legs. Her chest rose and fell with lazy satisfaction, the tissue discarded now, the remnants of her earlier play glistening faintly on her skin. Her eyes watched him with a subtle mix of amusement and affection, but also challenge, what next?
And though he weighed the possibilities for a moment, her flushed skin, her parted thighs, her still-wet panties pressing against his leg, it was the boyish instinct that won out.
It always did.
His hands jumped straight to her chest, not with reverence but with open, unfiltered fondness. He grabbed both breasts fully, palms sinking into their warmth, fingers spreading as he squeezed, pressed, and kneaded. The way they filled his hands never failed to make his heart skip.
She let out a soft laugh, her breath catching at the end as he pushed against her skin, thumbs circling upward to tease the sensitive edges around her nipples. His fingers brushed and pressed in small circles around her areola before shifting, flicking her nipples in short, playful bursts that made her squirm and gasp.
Her giggles danced between delighted and breathless, her voice warm with laughter that turned into a quiet moan.
“You always look so happy playing with them” She said, reaching up to steady herself by resting a hand at the back of his head, fingers curling in his hair gently.
He didn’t answer with words, only nodded, a crooked smile on his lips, too focused to spare more than that. His eyes had a gleam, playful and hungry, and then he leaned in.
He wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, the warm heat of his mouth making her arch. He suckled slowly, tongue flicking and tracing her skin before his teeth grazed softly over the peak, biting just enough to make her shiver hard.
Her hand clutched tighter behind his head.
Her mouth parted, her eyes fluttering closed as her breath escaped in a quiet, helpless sound.
His other hand didn't rest. It shifted to her free breast, fingers toying with her other nipple with more focus now, pinching, rolling, flicking in teasing, unpredictable motions while his mouth lavished its attention on the first.
Her body reacted with every pass, twitching beneath him, thighs clenching tighter.
When he finally switched, his mouth moving to the other side, the now-neglected breast glistening slightly from his breath and tongue, she whimpered, soft and needful.
Every bite sent sparks down her spine.
Every suckle left her tighter.
And every flick made her thighs shift without her meaning to, her hips rolling against him.
Her panties were soaked now, she could feel it. Her sex throbbed with each wave of pleasure from above, begging for touch, for pressure, for him. But she didn't ask.
Not yet.
Instead, she pressed her thighs together harder, then opened just slightly to grind herself slowly against his leg. It wasn’t subtle. And when he noticed, she didn’t hide it.
He shifted to make it easier.
Let her press down just right, the muscle of his thigh giving her the friction she needed as she began to move. Slow, steady rocks of her hips, her soaked underwear dragging along his skin as she chased sensation, lips parted and eyes hazy.
She looked wild.
Free.
Utterly undone.
And she didn’t care how desperate she looked. Didn’t care that her breathing was shallow and her cheeks flushed and her core so visibly needy.
If anything, she basked in it.
That vulnerable edge, that humiliating ache in her chest that came with letting herself be seen like this, she adored it. She offered it to him.
Because there was no part of herself she wouldn’t show him.
No part he hadn’t already touched and loved.
And right now, as her breath caught with every roll of her hips, and as his mouth worshipped her chest with maddening affection, she couldn’t imagine anything more perfect than being his.
Every side.
Every need.
All of her.
The moment stretched, but barely.
Her hips kept rolling against his leg, slick with need, her breath coming faster now, her hands still tangled in his hair, her mouth hanging open in a haze of heat. His own body tensed beneath her, every nerve lit with fire, his erection heavy and flushed between them.
He opened his mouth to speak, some half-formed thought of asking, of suggesting they move things to the bed, to finally start—
But he didn’t get the chance.
Because Monarch, with that gleam in her eye, that wild glint that only came out when her passion truly took over, brought two fingers to her panties and ripped them clean through at the side.
The tearing sound sliced through the room like a gunshot.
She smiled like sin and threw the torn fabric lazily off to the side.
His mouth hung open slightly, blinking at her in disbelief.
“That was hot” He managed, voice hoarse and filled with a stunned awe that made her grin even wider.
Monarch tilted her head, utterly relaxed, her voice low and dripping with smug affection.
“I don’t really care about those anymore” She said, stretching her legs apart just slightly for emphasis, her soaked core now fully visible. “You buy me new ones whenever I want.”
Then she leaned forward a little, just enough to let her breasts sway teasingly with the motion.
“And you like picking the ones I wear” She added, voice lighter now, playful. “The ones you like to see me in. The ones you like to take off me.”
He swallowed, throat visibly twitching, and didn't even try to deny it.
She giggled, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear as she added in a singsong tone, “I always love picking out clothes for you.”
She paused.
Then smirked.
“Oops. with you.”
The correction hit like a dart, teasing, affectionate, laced with all the weight of her clever, knowing charm.
He twitched, visibly.
She noticed.
She always noticed.
And then her voice dropped again, back into that low, indulgent place that made his blood thrum.
“So. . . are you going to carry me to bed like the gentleman you pretend to be” She purred “Or do I need to grab you by the cock and lead you there myself?”
There wasn’t a four-second delay.
More like two.
And then she was in his arms.
Lifted off the couch in one smooth motion, cradled in his grasp like she weighed nothing. She didn’t squeal, didn’t protest, just gave a small breath of laughter and rested against his chest, her hands lazily caressing the length of his forearms as he carried her.
Princess-style.
She leaned into the moment with quiet pride, her fingers tracing small circles across his skin, her breath warm against his neck. No words were needed.
Not until he reached the bed.
He gave her a look, one full of challenge, warning, affection, and then gently tossed her.
She gasped, delighted.
Her body hit the soft mattress with a bounce, her breasts rising and falling with the motion, her hair spilling around her like waves of molten red. She laughed as she landed, then stretched her arms above her head, arching her back just enough to make her body glow under the warm, focused light above.
And he saw everything.
The way her skin glistened from the heat between them, a faint sheen of sweat across her collarbone and down the valley between her breasts.
The way her thighs shimmered with unmistakable excitement, her arousal slick and visible, a testament to just how long she had been holding back.
Her eyes locked on one thing first, his cock.
Hard. Ready. Glinting with a bead at the tip.
Then slowly her gaze lifted to meet his, her eyes half-lidded, dark with want and affection so fierce it pulled him in like gravity.
She curled a finger toward him, that iconic little “come here” motion that she wielded like a royal decree.
And he obeyed.
Whether it was a request or a command, he didn’t care.
He climbed onto the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress as he moved between her legs, her thighs already parting wider to welcome him in.
Monarch lay back for him, hair a fiery halo behind her, chest rising in anticipation, legs spreading with slow, teasing grace.
The look on her face was a perfect blend of lust and love.
She didn’t need to say anything.
She was ready.
And she was his.
As he settled between her legs, his length nudging against her slick warmth, he met her eyes with a quiet question.
“Same as always?” He asked, voice low and rough.
Monarch's grin bloomed instantly, all heat and hunger, her red hair spread wild behind her on the sheets.
“You know it” She purred. “Give me the usual treatment.”
He didn't hesitate. One hand stayed steady at her hip while the other slid up her body. He traced her curves slowly, feeling every rise of her breathing, every tremble of anticipation. Past her ribs, over the soft swell of her breasts, until his hand found her wrists. He caught them both in one firm grip and pushed them back against the mattress, holding them overhead.
Monarch giggled immediately, a soft sound of breathless delight.
“There it is” She whispered, her back arching slightly as she tested his strength. “You know how much I love this.”
She didn’t fight. Her fingers curled in his grasp, pressing into his palm, inviting more of it. She gave a soft moan, warm with affection and something deeper beneath.
“I’m already excited” She breathed out, smiling wide. “You’ve barely touched me, and I’m aching.”
He pressed into her then. No teasing. No slow buildup. Just one firm thrust.
She gasped sharply, her legs wrapping around his waist, her body accepting him fully as her lips parted in stunned pleasure.
“Oh—yes. Yes. Just like that” She moaned, her voice raw with need. Her head tipped back, exposing her throat, her breath catching in little bursts as he found his rhythm.
It started fast.
Hard.
His hips drove forward with precision, the weight of each thrust pushing her into the mattress, his grip on her wrists never easing. Her body jolted beneath him, soft sounds spilling from her lips in time with each impact.
Monarch’s smile returned through her moans.
“God, you feel so thick” She gasped. “Stretching me like you own me.”
He grunted low in his throat, his breath grazing her jaw.
“I do” He said simply, his pace unrelenting.
She laughed then, breathless and gleeful.
“You do. You really do. And you ruin me so well.”
Her hips moved in time with his, meeting every thrust with just enough resistance to intensify the heat between them. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, wet and rhythmic, the air thick with their sweat and the scent of sex.
“You hear that?” She whispered, voice heavy. “That’s me. All for you. My body can’t help it.”
He tensed slightly, his expression tightening with the way she clenched around him.
She arched beneath him, her chest brushing against his, her wrists still pinned tight.
“God, you're always so calm until I start talking" She said, lips trembling from a mix of laughter and moaning. “Then you start to break. And it’s beautiful.”
His thrusts faltered for a moment, just enough to make her giggle again.
“I know you love it” She whispered. “You love hearing me like this. Love knowing I'm wet just for you. Love that I think about this every time I see you walk into the room.”
He drove into her again, hard enough to steal her breath.
She gasped, her voice catching in the back of her throat, but her eyes stayed locked on his, glowing with pleasure.
“I’ll never get tired of this” She said, softer now. “You holding me. Taking me. Making me forget everything but you.”
Her legs squeezed around his waist again, her back arching higher, but her wrists never pulled away. She let him keep her there, let herself be pinned and claimed, because that was what she wanted.
Complete surrender to the man she trusted with every inch of her body.
She moaned again, quiet and shaky, her body starting to tremble under the tension. But not yet. Not all the way.
Not while she could still savor it.
It hit her quietly at first.
Just a shiver.
A ripple of heat low in her belly that spread through her like a blooming wave. Monarch gasped sharply, the sound soft but laced with stunned surprise. Her thighs tightened around his waist, her toes curling as her back arched instinctively. Her head tipped back against the pillow, red hair cascading like fire as she moaned again, this time breathless and trembling.
“Oh. . . oh God. . . I. . .”
Her voice cracked, fluttering between speech and sound as her climax crept through her in slow, rolling pulses. It wasn’t overwhelming. It didn’t shake the room. But it made her head spin, made her vision blur, made her heart skip.
And it made her talk.
“You feel. . . so good” She whimpered, her lips twitching into a grin even as her body trembled beneath him. “God, I wish you could see how wet you make me. You should’ve seen the mess last time… that mirror play?”
She laughed through a breathless moan, her body still rocking beneath his.
“You had me bent over, staring at myself while you kept me open with your fingers. Remember that?”
He groaned, his pace faltering just enough to betray the impact of her words. Her thighs only squeezed tighter.
“I couldn’t look away” She continued, her voice now thick and lewd, dripping with memory. “I was drooling down my thighs while you whispered all those filthy things. . . You love wrecking me. And I love that you love it.”
Her grip on him tightened again, her legs wrapping with more force now, drawing him deeper into her. He groaned low, hands bracing on either side of her as his arms shook from the tension. He had to let go of her wrists to keep himself up.
But she wasn’t letting him get far.
As soon as his hand moved, she reached up and caught it, sliding her fingers beneath his palm and pinning it back down under her own. Her other hand pulled at his shoulder, drawing him closer, dragging him down until their chests pressed together.
Her breasts rubbed against his skin, slick and warm with sweat, her heartbeat thudding against his. Her thighs rolled with him now, matching his rhythm, her whole body a moving flame under him, against him.
She didn’t stop talking.
“I love how deep you go. How I can feel you here” She whispered, pressing her hand between their bodies briefly to emphasize her lower belly. “Every time you thrust, it knocks the air right out of me.”
He growled again, hips snapping harder.
“Do it” She moaned. “Take all of me. Fill me. I want you so bad. All of it.”
Their bodies moved in a perfect rhythm now, chest to chest, hands interlaced, her lips brushing his cheek, his neck, anywhere she could reach.
His head lowered to her shoulder, breath ragged against her skin. She felt the tremor in his stomach, the way his pace started to lose its steadiness. The signs were all there.
He was close.
And so was she. Again.
Her voice dropped to a whisper, soft and wanting.
“Let’s do it together.”
That was all it took.
With a low groan, he drove into her one last time, hips pressing flush to hers. She gasped, clutching at him with her legs and arms both, her whole body locking up as another wave crashed through her, this time not quiet, but full, drawn from the pressure of his release pulsing deep inside her.
He came hard, buried to the hilt, every muscle in his body tense. His back arched slightly, chest rising high, jaw clenched as he rode through it, her name a broken whisper on his lips.
She held him there, trembling under him, moaning softly with every twitch, every pulse, every aftershock that kept them locked together.
Sweat shimmered on both their bodies.
Their breathing tangled.
And for a long moment, neither of them moved. They stayed pressed together, her fingers still curled under his hand, her lips resting near his ear, her legs refusing to loosen just yet.
Because this wasn’t just release.
This was theirs.
The room was quiet now, save for the soft, shallow rhythm of their breathing. Their bodies remained pressed together, sweat-slick and flushed, his weight gently resting against her without pressing too hard. Monarch's eyes were still half-lidded, her arms wrapped lazily around his shoulders, one leg curled around his waist.
And then she felt it.
Still inside her.
Still thick. Still warm.
Still hard.
A full-body shiver rolled through her as the realization hit, her breath catching with a soft sound that was more moan than sigh.
“You’re. . .” She whispered, her voice touched with surprise and the faintest hint of excitement. “Still hard. . .”
He lifted his head, his face hovering just above hers. His eyes met hers, heavy-lidded but gleaming.
“Can you go another round?” He asked, his voice rough, worn from effort but laced with a quiet craving. He wasn't demanding. Just hoping.
And Monarch, beautiful and wrecked beneath him, didn’t hesitate for even a heartbeat.
“Yes” She breathed, her lips curling in that soft, hungry smile. “I want it. I want you.”
He kissed her immediately.
Not hard. Not rushed. Just deep. Full. Their mouths moved slowly together, tongue against tongue, breath warm and shared. She melted into him with that kiss alone, her fingers brushing the back of his neck while her hips shifted beneath him again, pressing upward, silently inviting him to move.
He did.
But slower this time.
He pulled back, only partway, then slid forward again, and Monarch gasped into his mouth, legs tightening around him once more. The motion was smoother now, messier. Their bodies were so slick with sweat and cum that every movement made a wet, sinful sound that echoed softly against the walls of the bedroom.
Her breath caught again, not from shock, but from how intimate it felt now.
Their second round wasn’t frenzied like the first. It was deeper. Closer. As if their bodies were trying to merge, not just move. Every thrust pushed them together in new ways, skin brushing skin, her chest pressed against his, her hands in his hair, his mouth on her neck.
And the sound of their bodies was lewd, raw, and constant.
Each slow, wet thrust made her moan.
Each press of his hips had her head tipping back.
And when his mouth found hers again, she welcomed it completely, their kiss growing filthier with every passing second. Their tongues met and tangled, tasting sweat, tasting breath, tasting each other.
Monarch murmured between kisses, words barely audible but heavy with need.
“I love how you feel inside me. . . I love when it’s like this. Messy. Full. Like you’ve already marked me but want more.”
Her nails raked gently down his back, not enough to hurt, just enough to make him feel it. Her body clenched around him again, their shared heat slipping from between her thighs in soft, wet trails that smeared across his hips with every movement.
Their rhythm was slow but deep. Every thrust made her gasp or whimper or kiss him harder. He stayed close to her now, hands gripping her waist as he rocked into her, head buried at her neck, where he kissed and licked and whispered her name again and again.
She held his face once, guiding him up for another kiss.
Then whispered.
“I could stay like this forever.”
He didn’t answer with words. He answered with motion, another deep thrust, another kiss, another sigh against her lips that said me too.
They moved together like that for a long time. Each stroke making louder, filthier sounds. Each breath heavier. Each kiss hungrier.
Their second climax approached slower, but with more weight. It built like a slow wave, cresting higher each time their bodies met. And when it came, it would not crash—it would overwhelm.
But for now, they stayed like this.
Sweaty.
Joined.
Utterly one.
Chapter 18: Friedrich Carl's Love
Summary:
I promise I AM going to do a Strasbourg chapter I really am. . .
Chapter Text
The afternoon sun hovered high above the private villa, its golden rays cutting across the surface of the pool in wavering ribbons of light. The air was warm, still, but not oppressively so, just enough to press gently against bare skin and coax out the kind of relaxed silence that only true privacy could afford.
The Commander sat at the edge of the pool with a lowball glass in one hand, the ice long since melted into the amber liquid. His other hand idled at the water’s edge, fingertips brushing the surface as his legs dangled into the shallow end.
The occasional ripple danced around his calves, born from nothing in particular, just the subtle rhythm of heat and water. He’d unbuttoned the top of his shirt, now loose over his shoulders, barely clinging to his frame like the idea of work he had long since shrugged off.
Across from him, floating lazily on a wide inflatable lounger, Friedrich Carl looked as if she had been painted into the afternoon, an oil-on-water vision of sensuality too rich for reality. Her long, lavender hair spilled over the sides of the float like silken ribbons, clinging in places where droplets from her earlier dip still lingered. A single black ribbon, barely a tie at all, snaked around her body, doing the impossible: drawing attention without concealing a thing.
The thin string of her swimsuit curved up around the slopes of her hips, disappearing beneath the arch of her body as she lay on her stomach, one leg slightly bent at the knee, the other stretched languidly toward the water. Her back was mostly bare, save for the single strap that crossed low above her waist. Drops of water glistened along the curves of her spine like scattered jewels.
She rested her head on one arm, her glasses slipping just slightly down her nose, catching the sun. Her crimson eyes peeked at him through heavy lashes, half-lidded, amused, glowing. A slow, knowing smile played on her lips, the kind that didn’t need words to be understood.
She didn't look at him like a woman waiting for attention. She looked like a woman who already had it, completely, and intended to savor every second of it.
The sheer fabric beneath her clung to the underside of her breasts, a slight swell visible even from his angle. The gentle rise and fall of her back with each breath was hypnotic. With the occasional kick of her toes, she adjusted herself on the float with the idle grace of a cat too content to pounce, yet fully aware of her own power.
"You're awfully quiet, little one" She murmured without looking at him, voice low and lilting like a melody barely whispered. "Is it the heat… or me?"
Her words drifted lazily toward him, as lazy as the way her hand reached toward a bottle of sunscreen perched at the edge of the float. She let her fingers brush it but didn’t grab it, just tapped it once, slowly, deliberately.
Then she turned her gaze back to him fully, a teasing gleam lighting up her face as her lips curled slightly higher.
"Be a dear" She purred "And help me with this. I wouldn’t want the sun to steal my shine, would I?"
The Commander swirled the drink once in his glass, the ice long gone but the habit lingering, then glanced up with the faintest smirk.
"You know, you can't actually get sunburnt. Shipgirls don't really need sunscreen."
Friedrich’s eyes flicked toward him behind her glasses, glowing with amusement. The smile that stretched across her face was wide, indulgent, unbothered. "That may be true, little one, but what does that have to do with anything?" She asked, voice like a lullaby slinking through warm air.
"This has nothing to do with need, and everything to do with being a well-raised gentleman. Surely you're not going to make a lady rub herself down alone, are you?"
He took another glance at her, at the tight curve of her waist, the way her hips rose and dipped like a whispered promise, and the glint of mischief she made no attempt to hide. The inflatable she floated on was plush and narrow, just wide enough to cradle her with minimal room to spare. His brow arched.
“Doesn’t exactly look like it has space for two” He muttered, mostly to himself.
Friedrich heard him anyway. Without lifting her head, she extended her legs straight behind her, ankles touching and toes stretching out just above the waterline. "We can both fit" She said simply, like it had already been decided. "I’ll make room."
He let out a quiet breath, set his glass aside, and slipped into the water with barely a splash. It was cooler than the heat had led him to expect, but not unpleasant. As he swam the short distance over to her, she remained still, except for the slightest upward tilt of her chin and that same knowing curl at the edge of her lips.
The float rocked gently as he reached it, hands gripping the edge. Climbing on wasn't graceful, nothing ever was with these narrow mats, but he made it work. After a few awkward shifts and a short grunt of effort, he managed to straddle the space just behind her, knees tucked on either side of her long, elegant legs.
Her back now faced him directly, the line of her spine exposed, her skin warm and dewy under the sun.
She glanced back over her shoulder with a pleased hum. “See? Plenty of room. Though, if you wanted to sit closer, I wouldn’t object.”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached for the bottle of sunscreen she'd left near her hand, clicked it open, and squeezed a dollop into his palm. The scent hit immediately, coconut, vanilla, and something floral beneath it. It suited her, somehow.
His hands hovered over her for a second longer than necessary. Then, slowly, deliberately, they made contact.
Warm lotion met warm skin, and he began to spread it across the pale canvas of her back, fingers moving in smooth circles over her shoulders, then down along the delicate line of her spine.
Her body responded in small, subtle ways, a slight arch, a breath held for a beat too long, the tilt of her head to expose more of her neck.
Friedrich didn’t speak right away. She just let out a low, pleased sound from the back of her throat, something between a hum and a sigh, and sank into his touch like it was music. Her muscles relaxed under his fingers, but that radiant energy of hers remained, humming just beneath the surface.
"You're doing well" She murmured. "Gentle. . . but not timid. How deliciously disciplined of you."
His thumbs swept inward, just under the edges of the ribbon that crossed her lower back. The bow itself had loosened slightly with the water and the motion of her shifting weight. Not enough to fall apart, but enough to tease.
“Just being thorough” He said under his breath, trying to focus.
Friedrich’s laugh was quiet and sultry. "Of course, little one. And I’m sure that has nothing to do with how your hands have started to tremble ever so slightly."
She turned her head just enough for her crimson eyes to meet his again, upside down, her smile deepening.
"Would you like me to guide you?" She whispered.
He hesitated for only a moment before nodding. Just the smallest tilt of his head, but enough. Friedrich didn't need more than that.
“Good boy” She purred softly, then rested her head on her arms again, inviting him to continue with all the regal laziness of someone who knew the game was hers the moment it began.
He refocused, let out a breath, and squeezed more lotion into his palm. The scent thickened in the heat, sweet and heavy. His hands returned to her shoulders, then slowly trailed down her back. The lotion gave her skin a subtle sheen, catching the sunlight like oil on silk.
Her back was smooth and warm beneath his palms, soft with a hint of residual water from her earlier dip, and slick with a fine sheen of sweat where the sun had kissed her longest.
He worked downward, fingertips following the elegant lines of her torso, brushing the curve of her waist and trailing along the outer edges of her ribs. She sighed as he did, not just in appreciation, but in a way that made it sound like she'd been starving for exactly this kind of touch.
His hands moved lower.
The swell of her hips welcomed him next. His thumbs glided over them with care, but no longer the guarded kind. His grip firmed. His fingers spread a little wider. The last slivers of formality slipped away, unnoticed in the moment. Her body accepted him, offered no resistance. She was heat and curve and suggestion, all laid bare in front of him.
Then his hands slipped over her ass.
He didn’t mean to. Not at first. But once his palms reached the base of her back, it felt too natural, too easy to let them glide further, into the full curve of her backside. He rubbed the sunscreen in with slow, methodical pressure, as if still pretending this was all just part of the service. His thumbs dug slightly into the center, parting then squeezing the soft flesh there, spreading the lotion with long, deliberate sweeps.
She didn’t stop him.
So he kept going.
His fingers traced the underside of each cheek, then slid down to the backs of her thighs. Her skin there was a different kind of soft, less polished, more alive. There was something about the way her legs tensed slightly as he reached lower, the way her calves shifted just a touch as he rubbed over the slick surface of her thighs, that made his chest feel tight.
It was only when Friedrich let out a low, very deliberate moan, rich and throaty, vibrating with satisfaction, that he snapped out of it.
His hands froze on the back of her knees. Eyes wide. Breath caught.
". . .Shit."
She laughed, not mockingly, but with the kind of indulgent delight only she could pull off. "You forgot yourself for a moment, didn’t you?" She said, lifting herself just slightly onto her elbows, hair cascading down her shoulder in wet ribbons. "How cute."
The lounger rocked slightly as she turned herself over with practiced grace, now reclining on her back, her legs still straight and together. Her chest rose into the air as she arched slightly, full and soft beneath the stretched fabric of her swimsuit, the thin material clinging more from moisture than structure. Droplets slid down the valley between her breasts, trailing toward her navel. She adjusted her glasses with one finger, and smiled up at him.
"Now" She said, voice low “The front.”
He stared at her.
"You're not backing out now, are you?" She continued, tilting her head, her wet hair curling at the ends. "You're already slick with the scent of me. And I am so very in need of your gentle touch."
He wanted to say something. That this wasn't appropriate. That someone could walk in. That this was clearly more than it seemed. But the words didn’t come. She was glowing in the sun like a goddess, all soft skin and shameless hunger, and she was smiling at him like he was the only thing that could satisfy her.
So he didn’t speak.
He moved.
Another squeeze of sunscreen in his palm. He rubbed his hands together, then gently placed them on her stomach, just above her navel. Her skin was warm, damp with sweat and mist from the pool. Slick, yielding. His fingers spread the lotion in slow circles, gliding upward with soft, attentive pressure. The way her belly shifted under his palms, rising with each breath, sent a pulse of heat through him.
He worked higher. Just under the swell of her breasts, where the swimsuit dipped and clung tight. His thumbs grazed the undercurve, barely restrained by fabric so sheer, it left little to the imagination. Her body twitched under his hands, not in discomfort, but in approval.
"You're thorough" She whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "Very. . . thorough."
His fingers moved to her sides, tracing the line of her ribs, then over the smooth plane just below her collarbones. The tips of his fingers brushed the outer edges of her chest, the lotion slickening the slide of skin on skin, making every movement fluid. Intimate.
He had stopped thinking. His hands had become explorers. She, the map.
And Friedrich? She just laid there, head tilted back, lips slightly parted, letting him touch every inch of her offered skin with the patience of a woman who had already won.
He didn’t realize he’d stopped moving until her voice dipped lower, velvet wrapping around a spark of amusement.
“My, my… you’ve gotten so quiet.”
Friedrich's gaze had shifted, no longer on his hands, no longer even on her. Her eyes had dropped lower, and they didn’t rise again. They were fixed on him. Or rather, on the tent now straining in his swimsuit, the fabric pulled tight over an erection that had steadily, traitorously grown harder with every second of contact.
She made no attempt to hide her delight. Her lips curled higher, her eyes sparkled behind her glasses, and for a moment, she simply watched it twitch beneath the damp fabric. Fascinated. Pleased. Proud.
“You really are sensitive, little one” She cooed, as if she were admiring a fresh bloom. “It’s adorable how your body reacts to love before your lips even know what to say.”
He followed her gaze and saw it clearly, the pitch in his trunks almost obscene now. But he didn’t cover up. Didn’t shift. Didn’t make an excuse. There was nothing left to hide.
"The damage is already done" He murmured.
Friedrich hummed in approval. “Good. It would’ve been a shame if it weren’t.”
She brought both hands forward, lifted them slowly, and placed her palms on his hips. The gesture was smooth, gentle, like she was preparing to help a child out of a tangled jacket.
“Let me help” She whispered, and with a deliberate slowness, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his swimsuit.
He tensed, but didn’t resist. The elastic peeled down inch by inch until the tightness snapped free. His cock sprang out with a quick, eager pulse, flushed and red with the ache of pressure finally released.
He flinched, and a quiet "Ah—shit" Slipped past his lips.
Friedrich’s eyes flicked up instantly, concern and playfulness colliding in a gasp. “Oh, my sweet little one” She whispered “Was that cruel fabric hurting you all this time?”
She reached forward, fingers feather-light, and touched the most reddened parts near the base with the softest care, her touch almost reverent. Cool fingertips rubbed gently across the angry skin, her nails trimmed short, her touch more soothing than suggestive.
“I’m sorry” She said, though her voice held no guilt. Just indulgence. Just promise. “Let me make it better.”
Her hand curled gently around him, careful not to squeeze, just enough pressure to keep him warm in her palm. Then she began to stroke. Up. Down. The slowest rhythm imaginable. No rush. Just sensation.
His breath caught in his throat.
“Does that feel better?” She asked, voice syrup-sweet. Her tone hadn't changed, it was still full of that nurturing, smothering warmth, like he was being tucked into bed and played with at the same time.
He couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. His hips twitched once, but he forced them still.
“Ah” She giggled, “So obedient, even now. But your body wants more, doesn’t it?”
Her hand picked up just the slightest bit of speed, her grip slick from the mixture of sunscreen and sweat and heat. She leaned in a little, close enough for him to smell the mix of floral lotion and warm skin.
“Would you like to see them?” She asked, her free hand drifting toward the thin strap of her top. “My breasts. I know you’ve been peeking. You could have just asked.”
Still, he said nothing. His jaw was tight, teeth clenched. He didn’t trust himself to speak.
Friedrich watched him, watched every minute reaction. The tremble in his thighs, the tension in his neck. Her smile shifted into something softer. Knowing. Patient.
“You’ve never had anyone touch you like this before, have you?”
A barely-there nod. Almost imperceptible. But enough.
She hummed in response, deeply pleased, her thumb now tracing gentle circles near the head of his cock.
“Oh, my darling…” She whispered “Then I’ll make this first time feel like love itself.”
Friedrich’s hand kept its slow, practiced rhythm, stroking him with a tenderness that somehow only made it harder to bear. Her thumb teased the ridge beneath the head, slicking over the same spot until his breath caught again, this time louder.
And then she stopped.
Only for a second.
Her fingers released him, and with her other hand, she reached up, tugged at the tie behind her neck, and let the loose ends fall. The thin fabric of her swimsuit top slipped from her chest, dragged slowly down by gravity and water. She didn’t fling it away, just let it drift, limp and wet, to the side of the float.
Her breasts spilled free without pretense. Full, heavy, flushed faintly from the sun and heat, her nipples already taut from the lingering cool of the pool air. She stretched just enough to arch her back, as if presenting them like a gift.
“There” She said, voice a purr wrapped in silk. “Now it’s fair, little one. You’re bare, I’m bare… and I think it’s time we got just a little closer.”
He blinked, barely tracking the movement, but Friedrich reached up with both hands and gave his thigh a gentle tap.
“Come” She said “Tit right here.” She motioned to her stomach.
He hesitated. "Friedrich, I… might be too heavy."
Her laugh was soft but sharp, the kind that cracked through hesitation like a whip through mist. "Too heavy? My dear little one. I’m a shipgirl. I could carry you across the sea if I wanted. Now stop stalling."
Before he could argue again, she reached up, fingers curling behind his thigh, and pulled. Not hard, just firm, like she knew he would give in, and he did.
With a low, uncertain grunt, he shifted forward and let himself settle onto her. His thighs braced on either side of her waist, his weight carefully balanced until his ass rested squarely on her soft, warm stomach. Her skin was slick beneath him, a layer of lotion and sweat and heat between them, and his cock now stood directly over the valley of her breasts.
The contact made him twitch. He felt her skin beneath his balls, soft and warm and alive, her chest rising just enough to kiss the underside of his shaft.
She wrapped her arms loosely around his hips, not to restrain, but to remind. To hold him in place.
“There we go” She whispered, gazing up at him with flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes. “Now don’t squirm too much, alright? If you move too hard, we’ll flip… and I’ll be very cross.”
He nodded quickly, trying to stay still. Every nerve below his waist screamed. His cock now hovered between the tops of her breasts, the heat of her skin radiating on all sides.
And then her hand returned.
She wrapped her fingers around him again and picked up the pace. Not frenzied, but faster now. More deliberate. Her thumb teased him at every stroke, her palm gliding with practiced ease, and her eyes never left his face.
“Such a good boy” She murmured. “Sitting still like I asked, even when your poor little body is begging to move.”
His hands braced on her hips, his knuckles white with restraint. His cock throbbed with every stroke, the tip brushing her chest, leaving a sheen behind that mingled with sweat and sunscreen. The tension climbed fast, too fast, and she knew it.
“Breathe, little one” She said, her voice laced with affection. “Let it wash over you.”
She gave him another few strokes, then dragged her hand from the base all the way up to the tip, holding at the top for just a second longer, just to see him twitch.
“Would you like to feel something even better?” She asked.
Her hands slid up slowly, framing either side of her chest, and she let his cock rest directly in the soft valley between her breasts. It pulsed there, flushed and slick from her touch, glistening against her skin. He twitched when she leaned in just slightly, her breath warm as it spilled over the head.
“You’re being so good” She whispered “So patient. I think you’ve earned a little reward.”
One hand moved to the side, cupping one of her breasts, fingers digging into the softness to push it inward. The other joined from the opposite side, pressing them together, her palms meeting in the center as she enveloped him. Her skin was slick with sunscreen, and her breasts molded around him with an obscene perfection, warm and soft and tight enough to tease without trapping him completely.
She started to move. Not fast. Not at first.
She pressed her breasts together in a slow, kneading rhythm, gliding them along his shaft with a steady, purposeful pace. Her grip adjusted every few strokes, adding a little more pressure at the base, then loosening at the tip to let his cock peek out—slick and twitching, precum already painting the tops of her breasts with wet streaks.
“Look at you” She cooed, glancing up at him through her lashes. “So flushed… and we’ve only just begun.”
Her thumbs teased the underside of his length whenever it slipped high enough between her cleavage. Her tongue darted out once, a quick flick to catch a bead of precum at the tip, then again, slower this time, tasting him with an indulgent hum.
He grunted quietly, his thighs trembling beside her waist, but stayed where he was, doing his best not to grind down into her too hard. Still, his hips made the smallest, instinctive movements, tiny thrusts that he couldn’t help but make, no matter how hard he tried.
She noticed. Of course she did.
Her right hand moved from one breast to his hip, fingers curling just enough to hold him in place. Not to stop him, but to guide him.
“Shh” She whispered. “Just like that. You can move… but let me help.”
With each small roll of his hips, she matched it, her chest lifting into him, the motion fluid and rhythmic. The pressure between her breasts increased, her skin slicker now with each pass, the friction turning into something smoother, hotter, wetter.
She adjusted the angle slightly, letting the head of his cock rise just enough above her cleavage for her to lick it again. Her tongue flattened and dragged slowly along the underside, savoring him, tasting him in a way that was less about arousal and more about affection.
“Mmm” She purred, lips brushing his tip as it passed “You taste like you’re trying so hard not to lose control. That’s very sweet.”
Then she leaned back again, returning to the slow, deliberate strokes. Her breasts glided over his cock, heat building between them with every slick pass. The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed faintly over the water, blending with the soft hums she made as she worked.
She would squeeze tighter sometimes, just at the base, then loosen again near the top. Her rhythm varied, never predictable, always teasing. Every few strokes, her tongue would appear again, lapping up more of his precum, licking slowly, purposefully, like she was savoring every drop.
"You can stay here as long as you like" She murmured, never breaking pace. "Let me hold you. Let me pleasure you. You deserve to feel this loved."
His breathing was ragged now, chest rising and falling with shallow, controlled effort. His hands had moved to her thighs, gripping them for balance, knuckles white as he fought every twitch, every urge to thrust harder.
Friedrich smiled.
"You’re trembling" She said, her voice velvet over fire. “But still holding back. Such restraint… I'm proud of you.”
She leaned forward again, her tongue flicking up to his tip with a practiced swirl before she pressed her breasts tight once more. Her strokes picked up just a little, deeper, fuller, more insistent, without losing the slow-burning pace that was driving him wild.
She was in no rush.
She wanted to savor him.
And she was doing it perfectly.
Her breasts continued to move around him in that same fluid rhythm, slow but maddeningly consistent. The heat, the glide, the teasing flick of her tongue every few strokes, it was unbearable in the most exquisite way. His cock pulsed harder with each pass, the strain in his thighs turning into trembles he could no longer hide.
Friedrich noticed.
Her voice dropped lower, barely above a whisper, the kind that curled inside the ear and echoed down the spine.
“You know” She said, “there are so many beautiful ways you could finish…”
She pressed her chest tighter, squeezing around him with a deep stroke that made him flinch.
“You could stay just like this” She continued, voice sultry and slow. “Let it all go between my breasts. Let me feel every warm, messy burst coat me here.”
Another stroke. Firmer now. Slower.
“Or” She said, her tongue sliding across his tip, “If you pushed forward just a little… I could take you into my mouth. Let you cum right on my tongue, and swallow every last drop while I look up at you.”
Her eyes gleamed.
“Or maybe you'd like to use these” She squeezed her breasts together harder, surrounding him completely, “And fuck them the way you want. No hands. Just your hips. Show me how badly you want it.”
His breath hitched. He couldn’t respond. He wasn’t responding.
“And if none of that’s enough…” She went on, purring between strokes “You could sit up and stroke yourself right over me. Paint my face, my chest. Mark me with-"
She never got to finish the sentence.
With a choked gasp, his body jerked forward, hips twitching on instinct as the first shot of cum surged out of him. It escaped her hold entirely, the thick burst landing across her cheek, just below her eye.
Her brows lifted in delighted surprise, she didn’t move, didn’t flinch. She just watched, smiling wide, eyes locked on his face as the second spurt came. This time she caught it with her lips, mouth parting to take him in. A third, then a fourth, thicker now, slower, landed across her chin and slid down to her breasts, streaking her flushed skin with ribbons of white.
His arms trembled, breath coming in broken gasps, the float rocking gently beneath them. It took a few long seconds before the last twitches faded, and he could even hear himself again.
". . .Sorry" He mumbled, barely audible.
Friedrich let the silence hang for a heartbeat. Then she giggled, soft and pleased and glowing with affection.
“Oh, little one” She whispered, licking a dribble of his release from the corner of her lips. “You’re apologizing for what, exactly? For being overwhelmed by love?”
She dipped her fingers into the streaks painting her chest, dragging them upward toward her mouth, licking them slowly, deliberately.
“I forgot…” She murmured between licks “That you’re still untouched. Still new to this. Asking you to choose when you were that close wasn’t loving, it was cruel. And I don’t ever want to be cruel to you.”
Her fingers trailed over her breasts again, gathering more. She arched her back slightly, sighing at the sensation of his seed sliding across her skin, warm and slick.
“You did so well” She whispered, her voice impossibly tender now. “So, so well.”
He was still breathing heavily, but his eyes were glued to her, watching as she cleaned herself in front of him. She used her fingers and tongue, swiping what she could reach from her breasts, her lips occasionally parting for exaggerated, noisy sucks when she caught larger streaks.
Then, without a word, one of her hands reached back to him.
Her palm wrapped around his softening cock, still damp and sensitive, and she gently stroked. Not for stimulation. Not yet. Just to clean. Her thumb brushed over the tip, wiping away what little remained, and he twitched from the contact.
“Mmm” She purred “Still sensitive.”
Her strokes were slow, coaxing, fingers gentle but persistent.
“But not for long…”
And she was right. The way she touched him, the sight of her flushed, cum-slick body beneath him, and the rhythm of her fingers, it didn’t take much at all.
He was growing hard again in her hand.
And Friedrich smiled, bright and beaming, as if watching a sunrise.
“There he is…” She whispered, wrapping her fingers just a little tighter around the base, “My eager, precious little one.”
Friedrich’s strokes slowed to a stop, and for the first time in a while, she glanced at their surroundings.
“As lovely as this is” She murmured, her breasts still streaked with the evidence of his earlier release “This little raft of ours wasn’t exactly made for two.” Her fingers gave his cock a final, loving squeeze. “And I think we’ll need something a little more… stable.”
He nodded quickly, the words catching in his throat. Friedrich released him gently and shifted her weight, grabbing the edge of the float to balance herself. Together, still half-nude and half-drenched, they slid back into the water. He winced slightly, the cool pool lapping at his arousal, and instinctively reached down to retrieve his swimwear floating nearby.
Friedrich, ever unconcerned, simply grabbed hers with two fingers and slung it over one shoulder like a discarded scarf.
“We’re alone” She said, reading the glance he cast at the villa windows. “And even if we weren’t…” She turned to him, smile soft and bright. “Let them see what love really looks like.”
His heart thumped harder in his chest. It wasn’t just the nakedness, or her body, it was the way she said things like that. Like he was hers, and it was beautiful.
They waded to the short end of the pool, where the steps made it easier to climb out. She moved first, the water peeling away from her curves, sun catching her slick skin like a film of gold. He followed.
He reached for a towel, but she was already moving. She took his hand without asking, fingers laced between his, and guided him toward one of the wide reclining lawn chairs at the side of the deck.
“Sit” She said softly.
He obeyed.
She picked up a dry towel from a nearby table and stepped in close, her bare body barely inches away. Instead of going straight to his chest or arms, she reached up and began to dry his hair first, gently rubbing the towel across his head, tousling his hair between her fingers as if she were grooming a lover after a bath.
He blinked up at her, still flushed, still hard, her breasts swinging subtly with each motion. And still, her eyes stayed on his, watching him with that same ever-present warmth.
Once his hair was done, she moved to his shoulders, patting away the moisture with deliberate, slow pressure. Then she tossed the towel aside, its job done.
“Lean back for me” She whispered.
He did. The chair's back was already propped at a comfortable incline, letting him lie flat without needing to lift his head. The breeze rolled over him, cooling the dampness left on his skin.
Friedrich stood beside the chair, her body glistening, skin glowing. Then, finally, with zero ceremony, she untied the last piece of her bikini bottom and let it fall. She bent at the waist, slowly, and tossed the damp fabric onto a nearby chair.
She turned to him fully now. Bare. Unashamed.
“What do you think, little one?” She asked, her tone teasing but gentle. “Of all of me.”
He tried to answer. He really did. His mouth opened, but the words fumbled over themselves, something about how beautiful she was, how soft, how perfect. Something about how he couldn’t believe she was even real. Every compliment tumbled out half-finished, clumsy, but full of sincerity.
Friedrich’s eyes softened, the playful spark in them shimmering into something more tender.
“I can feel it” She whispered. “All the love you’re trying so hard to say. That’s more than enough.”
She stepped toward him, hips swaying, confidence flowing from every inch of her like music. She swung one leg over his lap and settled onto him, her thighs straddling his, her weight pressing lightly against his legs.
His cock sat just beneath her, cradled against the plush underside of her ass, sandwiched perfectly between warm skin and hotter want.
She leaned forward, her hands braced on the sides of the chair, hair falling forward for a moment. Then, with a casual flick, she gathered it all and tied it up high, twisting it into a quick, effortless ponytail that left her neck bare and her expression clear.
“You’ve been such a good boy,” she said, rolling her hips just enough to let his cock drag across the crease of her skin. “Let me love you the way you deserve.”
Her back arched slightly, just enough to rub herself against him. Her wet folds brushed the underside of his shaft, and she hummed, pleased, at the contact.
He was still hard. Maybe even harder now.
And Friedrich?
Friedrich was just getting started.
She shifted forward on his lap, her thighs cradling his hips, her heat pressing down along the length of his cock. She let out a quiet breath, more a sigh than a moan, as she adjusted her angle, one hand reaching down between them.
Her fingers curled around him again, gently guiding his shaft, positioning it just beneath her entrance. Her eyes never left his, deep red and gleaming with affection, amusement, and a hunger that wasn’t cruel but absolutely devoted.
“Ready, little one?” She asked softly. “This may be your first… but I want it to feel like home.”
She rolled her hips down slowly, her hand keeping him steady as the head of his cock pressed against her folds. The heat was immediate, wet, slick, and tight. She exhaled again, eyes fluttering briefly shut as her lips parted in a quiet, involuntary gasp.
“Oh…”
She eased down further, millimeter by millimeter, letting him spread her open. The pace was torturously slow. Not because she couldn’t take him, but because she wanted him to feel everything, the way her walls gripped him, how her heat swallowed him, how deep and warm and real it all was.
He let out a choked sound as he sank inside her. She felt like a dream, hot and wet and so incredibly snug around him, her body pulsing with every inch that pushed deeper.
“Talk to me” She whispered, rocking her hips slightly to help him in further. “Tell me how it feels.”
He struggled to find words, breathing through clenched teeth. “Tight… so warm… I—it’s too good.”
She smiled, dipping lower, taking him in to the hilt now. Her hips settled snugly against his, her inner walls fluttering around him with a soft, wet pressure that made both of them gasp.
“There we are” She cooed. “All the way inside. Mmm… you stretch me just enough, little one.”
She ground her hips once, slow and deep, and the sensation made them both shudder. Friedrich leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, her breath tickling his ear.
“Do you feel that?” She whispered. “Right there… where you press so deep I can feel you against my walls… like you’re trying to stay inside me.”
He could only nod, barely able to breathe. Her body wrapped around him like a vice, tight, perfect, pulsing with life.
“And every time you twitch inside me” She murmured “My body clenches down like it doesn’t want to let you go.”
She pulled her hips back slightly, just enough to draw him out a few inches, then sank back down again. The first full stroke made her sigh, a low, breathy moan escaping her lips as her head tilted back.
“So good” She whispered. “You feel so good.”
She began to move, slow at first, just the barest rhythm. Rocking her hips up, then easing them back down. Every motion was deliberate, controlled, as if she were savoring each second. Her hands found his shoulders, holding on gently for balance, her thighs squeezing around his waist as she set a steady pace.
The sounds were soft and wet and close, flesh meeting flesh in quiet, rhythmic contact, punctuated by Friedrich’s little moans and his ragged breathing. She leaned in again, her lips brushing his ear.
“You’re inside me now” She breathed “Where you belong. Let me love you, little one. Let me keep you.”
She rode him slowly, hips circling between each stroke to grind down at the end, making him feel every inch of her. Each time she sank down, she sighed his name, voice thick with satisfaction.
She was in no rush.
And from the way her body tightened around him—slick, loving, relentless—she wasn’t letting him go any time soon.
The rhythm between them had settled into something slow, intoxicating. Friedrich’s body moved with a grace that felt less like riding and more like worship, each stroke, every roll of her hips, an act of love performed in silence. Her breath fell warm against his face, her chest brushing his with every slow press downward.
And then, without warning, his hands moved.
One slid up the curve of her side to her chest, fingers spreading wide, groping her breast with a kind of needy boldness he hadn’t shown until now. The other gripped the back of her neck, not rough, but urgent, and pulled her down.
Their lips met.
It was clumsy. Quick. Raw.
But it was real.
For a heartbeat, she didn’t move. Her eyes widened slightly, a flash of surprise overtaking the lazy confidence she always wore. He broke the kiss almost as fast as it started, eyes wide, uncertain, throat tight.
“S-sorry” He stammered. “I didn’t know if that was. . . if that wasn’t on the table.”
She blinked.
Then her smile spread, slow and wide, her breath catching in her throat, not from arousal, but something deeper. Her composure cracked—not visibly, but subtly. In the way her eyes softened. In the sudden tightness of her hold around his cock as her hips bucked forward without meaning to, pressing her full weight down on him.
She dropped her face to his neck, lips brushing the sensitive skin beneath his ear. Her voice came low, nearly breathless.
“It’s more than just on the table” She whispered, as if the words had embarrassed her, as if saying it aloud gave it power she hadn’t meant to show. Her cheek stayed pressed to his neck a second longer, hiding the look in her eyes.
Then she kissed upward, slow, open-mouthed kisses, one at a time, up the column of his throat, to his jaw, until she reached his lips again.
This time, she didn’t wait.
She took the kiss.
Her mouth covered his, lips parting with clear intent, tongue sliding between his lips and coaxing his own forward. It wasn’t delicate. It wasn’t careful. It was deep and overwhelming, her tongue dancing around his, pulling it into hers with wet, affectionate insistence.
She moaned softly into his mouth, and her body began to move again, this time faster.
Her hips picked up pace, grinding hard on every downward thrust, her warmth gripping his cock in wet, rhythmic pulses that stole his breath with each pass. The slick sounds between them grew louder, each thrust more insistent, more urgent. Her thighs tightened around his waist, locking her body to his, her back arching to press their chests together fully.
Both her hands moved to his shoulders now, fingers curling tight as her hips rode him harder, faster. The kiss didn’t stop, it deepened. She devoured his mouth like she needed it to breathe, like it was hers by right. And he kissed her back with everything he had.
Her breath came faster now, each moan melting into the kiss, her hips driving down with growing speed and purpose. Sweat gathered between their bodies, slicking their skin together, amplifying every thrust, every movement, every sound.
When she finally pulled back for air, her lips were red, glistening, her expression unguarded.
Eyes half-lidded. Cheeks flushed. And all of her riding him now, not as a tease, not in play, but as a woman fully, openly in love.
And showing it in every breathless moan, every deep thrust, every beat of her body pressing him further inside her.
Friedrich’s breath was ragged, her chest heaving against his, sweat-slicked skin sticking and sliding with each grinding thrust. Her hips moved with practiced rhythm, but there was no longer any trace of calm control, this was urgent, deliberate, real.
She was riding him hard now, fast and smooth, her body clenching around him in waves that tightened every time she came down.
Her mouth moved with the same rhythm, unable to stay in one place for long. She kissed him again, wet, hungry, her tongue curling deep into his mouth, and when she pulled back, her lips trailed across his jaw, down to his throat.
She bit lightly at the curve of it, then kissed again to soothe. Her hands stayed tight on his shoulders, anchoring herself as her hips slammed down, faster now, wetter, louder.
“You’re so deep” She gasped, her lips brushing his collarbone. “So full inside me. I can feel every twitch. Every throb. You're going to cum again, aren’t you?”
Her tongue dragged along his neck, slow and hot, and then she peppered him with kisses, along his jawline, his throat, his collarbone, everywhere she could reach. Each press of her lips matched the rhythm of her hips, every thrust harder now, faster.
He groaned under her, his hands sliding from her waist down to her ass, gripping the soft flesh freely. He spread her wide, molding and grabbing with both hands as she rode him, helping her slam down with every thrust, pulling her against him like he was trying to bury himself deeper, as deep as she could take.
Friedrich moaned, loud this time, her control fraying. “Yes—just like that. Grab me. Hold me. I want all of it.”
Her ass bounced against his thighs now, each impact a wet, heavy slap. She never missed a beat, hips rolling and grinding in a rhythm that had him panting, shaking, trying so hard to keep from losing it too fast.
“I want it” She whispered against his ear. “Everything you have. I want to feel you pulse inside me. Fill me. Mark me. Love me.”
Her voice was breaking now, still soft, still loving, but shaking with the strain of holding herself together. Her walls clenched around him in waves, hotter now, slicker, and he was right there with her.
His hands dug deeper into her ass, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as he helped her ride him harder, faster, chasing that peak. Their bodies moved in tandem now, slapping, sliding, kissing, grinding—as everything blurred into the heat building inside them both.
“Friedrich—” He gasped, chest heaving, lips trembling.
Her eyes locked onto his, wide, burning.
“I know” She whispered, voice trembling. “I’m close too.”
Their mouths locked again in another deep kiss, lips parted wide, tongues entangled in a rhythm as frantic and needy as the one below. Her hips slammed down onto him with raw, desperate intent now, each thrust faster, wetter, harder, her body determined to drive him to the brink and beyond.
He groaned into her mouth, his grip tightening on her ass, pulling her down harder, grinding himself into the deepest part of her. Her walls were clenching, fluttering, gripping him with a pulsing heat that matched the pounding in his chest.
She broke the kiss for just a breath, just long enough to whisper against his lips, “Let go, little one… I want all of it.”
And he did.
With a sharp gasp, his body locked up beneath her, his back arching, hips jerking upward as his orgasm hit like a wave crashing through him. He came hard, deep inside her, the heat of his release flooding her with every pulse.
She moaned into his mouth, full and throaty, her arms wrapping tighter around his neck, both hands cradling his cheeks like he was something fragile and precious.
She didn’t stop moving, not completely. Her hips rocked and rolled, slow and deliberate now, working him through every twitch, every spill, coaxing more from him with every squeeze of her soaked, trembling body.
“Mmm… yes” She breathed between kisses “Give it to me… fill me… don’t stop…”
Her lips never left his again. She kissed him deeply, hungrily, as if she could drink the pleasure right from his mouth. Her tongue wrapped around his, pulling him deeper into her with every breath, every stroke of her hips, every quiet, loving moan she poured into him.
His hands slid up her back, trembling now, holding her close as his cock kept pulsing inside her, spurt after spurt flooding her with warmth. His head spun. His vision blurred. The only thing real was her, her heat, her kiss, her voice whispering how proud she was of him, how good he made her feel, how perfect this was.
She rode the end of his orgasm like she did hers too, slowing only when his hips began to twitch from overstimulation, easing her grip until he was empty, drained, and held in her arms.
When their lips finally parted, a thin strand of saliva clung between them, her forehead pressed to his, both of them breathless.
Her hands still cupped his cheeks, thumbs brushing softly along his jaw.
“I love when you give me everything” She whispered. “I’ll treasure every drop of it.”
She stayed there, still seated atop him, her body warm and full, his softening cock still nestled inside her as her fingers traced his face with quiet awe.
They stayed like that for a long moment, their bodies locked together, breaths mingling, heartbeats slowly falling back into sync. The sun cast golden light across her back, shimmering over the sheen of sweat on their skin, the smell of sunscreen and sex hanging thick in the quiet air.
Friedrich didn’t move. Not yet.
She pressed her forehead to his, lips parted just enough to breathe softly against his mouth. Her hands never left his cheeks, thumbs stroking gentle lines along his skin, grounding him with every pass.
“You did so well” She whispered, her voice so quiet it was almost a lullaby. “So, so well.”
He couldn’t speak. Could barely think. His body still trembled faintly, more from the weight of the moment than from exhaustion. But she felt it, every little tremor, every shallow breath.
“Shh” She cooed, shifting her hips just the slightest bit, still keeping him inside her. “You don’t need to say anything. Just stay right here.”
Her hands slid from his face to his shoulders, then down his arms, tracing every inch like she was cataloging him, checking for tension, for any lingering discomfort. When her fingers reached his hands, she laced them with her own and lifted them to her lips, kissing his knuckles one by one.
Still seated on his lap, she finally leaned back just a little, just enough to see his face.
“You look dazed” She said softly, eyes gleaming with warmth. “Was I too much?”
He blinked slowly. “No… just… overwhelmed.”
She smiled, wide and true, and leaned in again to kiss his temple. “Good. That’s what love is supposed to do.”
She stayed connected to him, not just emotionally but physically, his softening cock still held gently inside her, her thighs still snug against his hips, like moving apart would break something sacred. Her hands moved to his chest, spreading across his ribs, feeling the rise and fall of his breath.
Then she shifted, slow and careful, until she was lying flush against him, her weight warm and comforting. Her breasts pressed to his chest, her chin resting atop her folded arms as she gazed at him.
“I’m not going to pull off just yet” She said, almost playfully. “I want to keep you inside me a while longer. It feels. . . right.”
He nodded faintly. And it did feel right. Like his body belonged there. Like her warmth, her softness, was the only place he was supposed to be.
Friedrich reached to the side, grabbed the edge of the towel they’d discarded earlier, and with delicate fingers began to gently wipe away the sweat and smudges from his face and chest. Every motion was tender, precise, like she was restoring something valuable.
“I’ll clean us properly in a bit” She whispered, still dabbing at his skin. “But for now, let me just pamper you.”
Her hand came to rest on his cheek again, fingers brushing through his damp hair.
“You gave me everything” She said. “Now let me give it back.”
And so they stayed there, intertwined, still connected, the afterglow not just physical but full of something deeper. A quiet intimacy. A sense that nothing outside this sunlit poolside moment could touch them.
Not yet.
Not while she was holding him like this.
She lay atop him still, their bodies joined, breath settling into a slow, shared rhythm. Her fingers moved across his back in slow, lazy arcs, her touch more calming than even the warm breeze brushing across their skin.
Then, with a quiet hum, she broke the silence.
“Next time” She murmured, her voice velvet-smooth “We can try other things. Something new, something messier. . . or maybe we just do this again.”
She leaned in closer, her nose brushing his cheek. “If you want.”
He didn’t answer right away, not with words. Instead, his arms came around her, pulling her in tight, like he needed to anchor himself to her heartbeat. His face pressed against hers, lips brushing clumsily over her cheek, again and again, dazed little kisses that made her giggle under her breath.
“You sweet thing…” She whispered.
She shifted just slightly, adjusting so that her mouth met his more fully, accommodating the wordless ask in his touch. Their lips met again, this time slow, unhurried. No hunger. Just warmth. Just them.
The kiss lingered. She breathed him in. He tasted like sun and sweat and vulnerability, and she gave it back to him in full. When they finally pulled apart, his eyes fluttered open, still hazy, still overwhelmed.
“I like this” She said softly, forehead to his. “It’s. . . oddly nice. Having you still inside me.”
He twitched faintly beneath her, his softened cock giving the lightest pulse at her words. She chuckled.
“Still twitching” She teased, her eyes lidded but fond. “I’ll take that as agreement.”
He nodded faintly, words still gone, and kissed her again, once more, slow and full, his lips moving with careful reverence over hers. She met it with equal gentleness, her hands now cupping his cheeks again, like she couldn’t bear not to hold him.
Their mouths parted slowly. Breath mingled.
Her eyes sparkled. “My little one” She whispered. “You were everything.”
And for now, that was enough.
Chapter 19: Strasbourg's Lewdness
Summary:
This one is slightly experimental, give me your thoughts.
Chapter Text
The rustle of paperwork was the only sound in the office, save for the quiet ticking of the clock on the far wall.
Sirius stood politely in front of the Commander’s desk, her hands neatly folded over the stack of forms she had just placed before him. Her posture was perfect, her expression dutiful, and the tray of tea she had carried in earlier still sat untouched at the corner of his desk, its steam long since faded.
“You’ve fallen behind on these again, Commander” She said gently, though there was a faint chiding edge to her voice. “Dunkerque was starting to worry.”
“I’ve been. . . distracted” He replied, offering a small, tight smile as he picked up the pen. His voice was calm, but not entirely convincing.
Sirius tilted her head slightly, watching him begin to sign. One page, then another. His handwriting was clean, efficient, as always, but his hand was twitching just a little between strokes. Not enough to ruin anything. Just enough to be noticed.
Her brow furrowed delicately. “Commander, are you feeling unwell?”
“I’m fine” He said, without looking up.
There was a pause. She glanced down at the forms, then back at his face. His cheeks had taken on a faint flush, the kind that didn’t come from fever. Not exactly.
He kept signing.
She cleared her throat softly. “You look warm. Perhaps you should loosen your collar a bit?”
“It’s nothing serious” He said again, sharper this time, though not unkind. Just quick. Measured. Deflecting.
Sirius blinked, caught off-guard for a half-second, but recovered with a graceful dip of her head. “Of course, Commander. I didn’t mean to intrude.”
He stopped mid-signature, then exhaled and gave her a gentler look. “I appreciate your concern. Really.”
That seemed to satisfy her, at least enough to smooth her expression. She stepped back, bowing at the waist.
“I’ll inform Dunkerque that everything is in order, then. And I’ll return this afternoon with the finalized supply list.”
“Good” He said. “Thank you, Sirius.”
She turned toward the door, heels clicking softly against the floor. She paused once, glancing back as if debating whether to say something else, but chose against it.
A polite nod. “Enjoy your tea, Commander.”
The door hissed open with a soft pneumatic sigh. She stepped through.
The moment it closed behind her, he didn’t move. Not yet.
Then, without a word, his hand slid beneath the desk and tapped a discreet switch near his thigh.
Click.
The door’s lock engaged with a quiet mechanical tone.
He let out a breath, not tired, not stressed, but sharp and deliberate. The kind of breath someone lets out when restraint finally, finally has space to exhale.
Then he looked down.
Beneath the desk, nestled in the shadow between his legs, Strasbourg sat with her knees folded neatly beneath her, her elegant figure almost too poised for the act she was in the middle of committing.
Her long dark hair had been carefully swept behind her shoulders, though a few strands had escaped, clinging now to the slight sheen on her cheeks. Her gloves had been removed and laid precisely across his briefcase to her side.
Her back was straight, her posture flawless. It looked less like she was kneeling and more like she was stationed there, commanding in her own quiet, reverent way.
Her lips were parted, tongue slowly tracing a slick, deliberate circle around the flushed head of his cock. She wasn’t rushing. She hadn’t been the entire time Sirius stood in the room just beyond the desk.
No, Strasbourg had moved with a calculated patience, taking him into her mouth only to suck slowly, then pull off and breathe warm air against his length, teasing, coaxing, dragging out his control to its limits.
And now, as the door clicked locked and he finally let himself look at her, she met his gaze upward, eyes half-lidded but glittering with a victorious glint.
“I’m impressed” She murmured softly, her voice husky but composed. “You didn’t even twitch when she asked if you were unwell.”
He chuckled, breath uneven as he leaned back slightly into the chair. “It wasn’t easy” He admitted, a slow grin breaking across his face. “Not with you being so damn good at this.”
Her lips curled, not quite a smirk, but something close. She leaned in again and pressed a soft kiss against the side of his shaft, then another, trailing down until her lips reached the base.
Strasbourg pulled back with one last deliberate flick of her tongue, letting his cock fall from her lips with a wet pop. A thin strand of saliva clung to the tip, stretching between them until it broke, pooling slightly on the dark fabric of her leggings where her thighs pressed tight together beneath her.
She was flushed now, still composed, still elegant, but visibly warmed by her own restraint. Her breath was soft and even, but her eyes told the truth. There was a crackling in them, the heat of something held back for too long.
“I’ll admit” She said, licking her lips slowly, “I enjoyed the game. Sitting here while you tried to keep your signature steady… watching your thighs tense each time I sucked just a little too hard…”
She leaned in again, her breath warm against his shaft, tongue giving one lazy drag from base to tip.
“But I’m glad you locked that door when you did” She murmured, pressing another kiss to the tip “Because I don’t think I can keep playing anymore.”
He looked down at her, his hand still resting gently in her hair. She leaned into it slightly, just enough to press her scalp against his palm. She liked the pressure, needed it in moments like this.
“No more teasing, then?” He said with a grin, his voice low, pleased.
Her smile was small, but rich with promise. “Not unless you count me teasing you with how good I am.”
She shifted, straightening her back a little, then settled into a firmer kneel, her thighs squeezing together as her shoulders squared. She took a breath and let it out slowly. Centering herself. Then she looked up at him with total focus.
His hand stayed on her head.
That sealed it.
She loved that.
Being touched like this, grounded, held, allowed to serve with full devotion. Her fingers curled around the base of his shaft, and she gave him a few slow strokes, smearing the wetness from her mouth along his length. Then, without another word, she leaned forward and began again.
This time was different.
No more soft tests. No more shallow play.
She began by dragging her tongue in slow, firm strokes from base to tip, letting it glide along the underside, tracing the vein with practiced grace. She flattened her tongue at the top and rolled it around the crown, flicking lightly beneath the ridge before kissing the tip again, softly.
Her hand stroked him slowly in tandem, keeping him slick and hard as she worked her tongue, wetting him, warming him, building his tension back up brick by brick.
She shifted again, sliding her lips over the head of his cock, and began to take him in inch by inch.
Not fast.
Not all at once.
She wanted him to feel every part of her mouth, the heat, the pressure, the slick movement of her tongue pressing up against him as she eased down further. Her cheeks hollowed slightly, and she moaned low in her throat, sending a ripple of vibration through him that made his hand tighten in her hair.
That moan made her smile.
Her mouth began to move faster now, bobbing smoothly, tongue swirling around him each time she slid down. Her saliva clung in long strands, stringing from his shaft to her lips each time she pulled up, only to vanish again as she took him deeper.
He groaned, and she felt the subtle twitch in his legs. Her hand, still at the base, squeezed just enough to tease. Her lips stretched around his girth as she worked him deeper still, until she finally pressed forward and took him to the back of her throat.
He let out a sharp breath.
She held him there for a second, then pulled back with a wet gasp, eyes gleaming.
“I could feel you pulse just now” She said, voice low and slick with heat. “Don’t hold back for me.”
Then she sank down again, faster now, both hands bracing against his thighs, her pace steady, her tongue never still. She was devoted, not just to the act, but to him. To the way he sounded. To the way he held her head. To the way she could feel him grow even harder in her mouth, throbbing against her tongue with every stroke.
She wasn’t teasing anymore.
She was loving him with every inch of her mouth.
Her head moved with precision now, up and down along his shaft, each stroke of her mouth drawing out another subtle breath from his lips. Saliva clung to her chin in glistening strands, and the wet heat of her mouth had become relentless, methodical, reverent.
And then, without breaking rhythm, she reached into the pocket of her skirt, crumpled neatly beside her on the floor, and retrieved something small, sleek, and soft pink.
A remote.
She looked up as she slid it into his hand, never pausing her pace. The implication was clear. No explanation needed.
He glanced down at it and chuckled under his breath, thumbing the switch casually. He didn’t start high, just a modest tap upward on the dial.
The result was instant.
Strasbourg’s moan vibrated against him, low and sultry, the hum of pleasure pushing through her throat and wrapping around his cock like velvet. Her eyes fluttered half-shut, a shiver of sensation running through her shoulders as she sank deeper down, her breath hitching sweetly through her nose.
He smirked, pressing the dial up one more notch.
She moaned again, louder this time.
“So you had this in you” He said, his voice rich with teasing “The whole time?”
His hand, still resting on her head, gently urged her to pull back, just enough for her lips to leave the head of his cock with a wet sound, her tongue dragging along the underside as she pulled away.
She let out a soft breath, catching it on her lips. Her mouth glistened, her cheeks were flushed, and a bit of her lipstick had smeared just faintly at the corners.
With that same poised, slightly breathless tone, she smiled up at him and replied, “All day, Commander. Kept it low. . . just enough to remind myself it was there.”
He raised an eyebrow, amused and a little in awe.
“You’re insatiable.”
Strasbourg’s smile widened. “Only for you.”
And before he could offer another word, she dove back down, taking him whole.
Her mouth enveloped him in one smooth motion, pressing down until her lips kissed his base, throat flexing around him as she moaned—louder now—from the vibration deep inside her.
Her pink eyes met his, wide and gleaming with unfiltered pleasure. She moaned again, head bobbing faster, the vibe clearly ramping her up more than she'd ever let on before.
She wasn’t just sucking him off now.
She was lost in it.
Her body trembled slightly, her thighs squeezing together even tighter beneath her skirt. Every moan she let out was real. Raw. Caused not by showmanship, but by the toy steadily buzzing inside her and the taste of him on her tongue. He could see it in her expression, feel it in every twitch of her lips, every squeeze of her throat.
And still, she never once broke eye contact.
She wanted him to watch. To know what he was doing to her. How deeply she was into it.
How close she was to falling apart from just this.
Strasbourg’s breath shivered against his skin as she pulled back, only just enough for her lips to rest against the head of his cock again. Her eyes never left his, half-lidded and shining, a silent promise burning in their depths.
Then she moved.
Not frantically. Not hungrily. But with deep, consuming intent.
She opened her mouth and slid down once more, slower this time, like she wanted to savor every last inch. Her throat welcomed him with practiced ease, a low moan trembling through her as he filled her again. Her fingers curled tighter around his thighs, grounding herself, bracing against the rising pressure in both of them.
He felt the difference now. The rhythm she found wasn’t just for him, it was for her too.
She needed this.
Her tongue worked him with increasing urgency, tracing along the sensitive underside with each downward stroke, swirling around the crown when she pulled back. Her mouth was hot, relentless, the kind of pressure that didn’t ask for release, it demanded it. Welcomed it. Worshipped it.
The Commander’s jaw clenched as he felt his control start to fray. His grip on her hair tightened slightly—not harsh, but firm, grounding, appreciative. He didn’t need to guide her.
She already knew what to do.
Then, as she sank down again, her pace growing tighter, slicker, she let go of his thigh and reached up. Her fingers brushed against his hand, the one still holding the soft pink remote. She didn’t speak, but the motion was unmistakable. A gentle nudge. A slow, deliberate curl of her fingers around his wrist, pressing him to the dial.
Higher.
He arched a brow, breath catching. “You sure?”
Her eyes fluttered in response, then locked onto his with crystal clarity. She bobbed once, deep, then let out a muffled moan that vibrated all the way through his spine. Her free hand slid between her own thighs, pressing against her soaked panties with a desperate, trembling need.
That was his answer.
He turned the dial.
Half a click.
Then another.
Strasbourg jolted, a small, helpless sound escaping around his cock. Her knees spread wider, thighs flexing, muscles tensing. Her whole body shuddered in response to the higher setting. She moaned again, louder now, head still moving in steady, practiced strokes as she rocked slightly in time with the pulsing toy inside her.
Her need was written across her entire form, tightly wound, drenched in lust, fighting to stay composed even as waves of pleasure rippled through her from the inside out.
He thumbed the dial once more.
Max.
The reaction was immediate.
Strasbourg’s whole body tensed, and she let out a choked gasp around him, her throat flexing hard against his cock as a broken moan shook through her chest. Her eyes rolled halfway back before she forced them open again, blinking rapidly, her mouth never once leaving him.
He groaned, low and deep, the heat surging in his gut as her pace quickened.
This was it.
His hand gripped her hair. Not to pull. Just to hold. To let her know—now.
And she knew.
She always knew.
She sank down deeper, her lips brushing his base, and sucked.
Hard.
That was all it took.
With a sharp gasp and a strained growl, he came.
Strasbourg moaned the moment it hit her tongue, welcoming the first pulse like it was a blessing. Her lips never left him, suction never easing, even as he throbbed against her throat. She swallowed instantly, smoothly, coaxing each twitch with her tongue, milking him with reverent control. The hand between her thighs moved faster now, grinding through her panties as the vibrator continued its merciless hum inside her.
He gasped again, hips twitching once, but she didn’t stop.
She kept sucking, slower now, more gentle, her tongue circling the tip with loving precision. She wanted every drop. Needed it. And she took it, each throb, each tremor, each final shiver of his climax.
When it was over, and he finally sagged back in his chair, exhaling like he’d been holding his breath for minutes, she slowly pulled her mouth away. A soft, wet pop broke the silence. A strand of saliva and cum clung from her lips to the tip of his cock, and she caught it delicately with her tongue, savoring it.
She swallowed once more, then licked her lips, cheeks flushed, breath ragged—but her eyes still full of focus.
And then she whimpered.
Just a tiny, cracking sound from deep in her throat.
Her hand trembled between her thighs now, her entire body quaking. She couldn’t stop the shiver running through her legs, the way her hips began to rock against her own palm, chasing it, desperate, on the edge.
The Commander reached out, slowly, tenderly, and placed his hand over hers.
She gasped, eyes snapping to his.
He didn’t speak.
He guided her.
He pressed her fingers harder, rubbed in circles, faster, synced with the pulse of the toy inside her. Her mouth dropped open, lips parted in a soundless cry. She leaned into his hand, her shoulders tense, her thighs now shaking uncontrollably.
And then, she broke.
Her whole body snapped taut. The moan that tore from her throat was raw, strangled, completely unrestrained. Her back arched, hands gripping his tightly, body grinding down on the toy with desperate rhythm as the climax hit her like a crashing wave.
She held it. Rode it. Shuddered through it.
Every tremor of her legs. Every spasm of her core. Every whimper spilling from her lips. All of it belonged to him in that moment.
Finally, she sagged forward, chest heaving, head resting gently against his thigh. Her lips brushed the side of his leg, damp and breathless.
“...T-Thank you… Commander” She whispered, barely audible.
His hand smoothed over her hair.
“You earned it” He said softly.
And she smiled against his skin.
Warm. Spent. Glowing.
Completely, utterly his.
Strasbourg’s breath still trembled in her chest as she slowly peeled herself up from his thigh, every muscle in her body humming with the aftershocks of her climax. Her skin was flushed, her thick thighs slick with her own arousal, and her chest rose and fell in slow, deliberate rhythm.
But her eyes…
They burned.
Not with lust, not just with it, but with something deeper. Something hungry and soft all at once.
She lifted herself with effort, legs quivering slightly, and slid forward onto his lap, her bare thighs straddling him with a quiet, graceful motion. Her skirt bunched around her hips, her soaked panties pressing right against the dark fabric of his uniform slacks. He felt her heat immediately, soaked, aching, still trembling from the toy’s assault moments before.
She didn’t flinch. She pressed herself against him deliberately, letting her full weight settle into his lap.
His hands instinctively found her hips, steadying her.
Strasbourg reached for the water bottle he'd left on the corner of the desk. Without ceremony, she drank deeply, nearly draining it in one go. Some of it slipped from the corner of her lips, trailing down the edge of her chin, and he reached up to wipe it away, but she caught his wrist before he could.
Then she kissed him.
No warning. No gentle lead-in. Just her mouth on his, firm and consuming, tongue slipping between his lips with purpose. She moaned into him, slow and low, and he felt her shift in his lap, grinding once against him with maddening pressure. His still-sensitive cock twitched against her heat, trapped under her ass, and she swallowed the sound he made with a victorious hum.
Her tongue pushed deeper into his mouth, slick and slow, claiming.
When she finally broke the kiss, it was only by a breath, her lips brushing his as she whispered:
“I love this.”
Her voice was soft, but full, smoldering, tender, and raw. “I love when you let me do this to you. When you sit still and let me worship you. Let me own you for a while.”
His hands curled tighter around her hips as she rolled them gently, not grinding now, just pressing herself close. Her arms curled around his neck, pulling him in, and he let himself fall into her touch, head resting against her shoulder, breathing in her scent, the mix of perfume, sweat, and something purely her.
She kissed his temple.
“These little games” She whispered “This… hiding under your desk while you try to act unaffected. Feeling you strain every time I suck just a little harder…” She let out a soft, almost giddy breath. “Knowing you’re trying to stay composed, trying not to give me the satisfaction, even though you want to lose it so badly.”
Her hips rolled again, subtly, enough to make his breath hitch.
Her voice dropped even lower, silk on steel. “I live for it.”
He pulled back to look at her then, eyes locking. She stared right back, expression open, smiling, but fierce.
She leaned in and kissed him again, slower this time. Not claiming now. Just sharing. Giving.
His arms wrapped around her fully, pulling her flush to his chest. Her legs curled tight around his waist, heels hooking behind him, holding him close. Her whole body melted against his, warmth pressed to warmth, heartbeat to heartbeat.
And as their mouths met again, open, wet, slow, he felt her hand slip between theirs and gently take the pink remote from his grasp. Without a word, she leaned to the side and set it on the desk, neatly and with finality.
Not gone.
Just… for now.
Her hand returned to his chest, palm spreading flat across his heart.
“I want your hands” She murmured against his lips. “Both of them. Everywhere.”
He didn’t need more permission.
One hand slid up her back, fingers slipping beneath the edge of her top, tracing the smooth line of her spine. The other gripped her thigh, holding her tighter against his lap. His cock twitched again, still half-hard and pulsing gently against the mess between them, but neither of them moved to go further. Not yet.
They just held each other, lips brushing, tongues meeting in slow, unhurried rhythm. Their kiss deepened again and again, broken only by the occasional whisper or soft gasp between them.
Strasbourg shifted once more, rolling her hips in a slow, lazy grind that made both of them groan.
But she didn’t press further.
Not yet.
She just leaned in, kissed him again, and whispered, “I’m not done with you. But right now, I just want to feel you.”
And so they stayed, entwined, breathless, lips locked, heat shared—letting the moment stretch, simmer, and soak into their skin.
The next round could wait.
But not for long.
Time seemed to stretch as they kissed, slow, deep, and breathless. Strasbourg pressed closer, her lips sliding over his in smooth, claiming waves, her body soft against him, her scent all around. His hands roamed with quiet reverence, tracing the lines of her waist, her back, the firm swell of her thighs as they stayed locked together.
The silence between kisses was heavy, but not awkward. Just full. Like the air was thick with everything left unsaid and everything already known.
Then—
Knock knock.
The sharp sound broke the quiet like glass, followed immediately by a voice muffled slightly through the thick door:
“Commander? Pardon the interruption. I’ve brought the finalized report.”
Sirius.
His head started to turn toward the sound, instincts kicking in, but Strasbourg was faster.
Her hand slid up to his face, fingers curling under his jaw and turning it gently but firmly back to her.
“No” She said simply, her voice husky but cool. “Eyes on me.”
He froze.
Her thumb traced his bottom lip as she leaned in, nose brushing his.
“The sooner she leaves…” Strasbourg whispered, her tone velvet-smooth but laced with steel, “…the happier I’ll be.”
She kissed him again, slow but with weight, her grip still firm on his chin. When she pulled back, her lips were parted, her breath warm against his cheek.
“You're mine, Commander. To hog. To have. To keep.”
She held his gaze a moment longer, then let go, graceful even in retreat and slid off his lap with practiced poise. Her legs wobbled just faintly from the intensity before, but she disguised it with a subtle roll of her hips that only made it worse for him.
Better. Worse.
She stooped to collect the remote, casually tapping it once between her fingers as if testing its weight, then walked slowly across the room, toward his private quarters.
Her hips swayed deliberately with every step, her skirt just barely clinging to the curve of her ass, her heels clicking a hypnotic rhythm on the polished floor.
As she reached the threshold of the bedroom, she paused, half-turning.
“I’ll be in here” She said, eyes locking with his. “And if you’re quick…”
She lifted the remote slightly between two fingers, gave it a tiny shake.
“…you know exactly what you’ll find.”
Her wink was devastating.
And then she was gone, the bedroom door easing shut behind her with a soft click.
He sat there for a moment, jaw tight, breath ragged, still half-hard and entirely undone.
Then—
“Commander?”
Sirius again, more hesitant this time.
He exhaled once, sharply, pushing the heels of his palms into his eyes before standing. He fastened his pants quickly, fingers working with disciplined precision despite the heat still pounding in his chest.
By the time he crossed to the door, his face was composed, barely. The flush hadn’t entirely faded, but the uniform was straight, and his tone was firm.
He cracked the door just enough to see her standing politely outside, a stack of documents in hand.
“Is this the report you mentioned earlier?” He asked, voice even, commanding.
“Yes, Commander” Sirius said, her tone warm but cautious. “Everything is included, as requested.”
He took the file and gave her a nod. “Excellent. Thank you.”
There was a slight pause. She looked like she might say more but he cut it clean.
“Something important just came up. I’ll review it later.”
That edge in his voice, the subtle but unmistakable tone of finality, was enough.
Sirius bowed her head immediately, stepping back. “Of course, Commander. I won’t keep you.”
He closed the door the second she turned, the lock clicking into place again.
Silence.
Then he let out the breath he’d been holding, chest rising as he ran a hand through his hair.
She was waiting.
And he already knew—
He wouldn’t keep her waiting.
The moment she gave him the opening, the moment she arched her hips and spoke those words in that voice, commanding, sensual, absolutely his—he shifted.
He grabbed the backs of her thighs and pushed them up, folding her legs toward her chest. Her ankles lifted high, ribbon-bound arms stretched tight above her head, and he moved between her like instinct. Like hunger.
He thrust.
The first time was slow, deep, deliberate. Just to feel it, how she opened for him. How wet she already was. How her walls clenched immediately around him in welcome, as if her body had been waiting for him the whole time.
Strasbourg let out a strangled moan, her head tipping back, mouth open, breathing hitched.
The toy still buzzed inside her, humming deep and relentless. He reached to the side without looking, fingers finding the remote where she had tossed it onto the sheets earlier. She saw it, eyes flaring, watching as he rolled the dial upward.
Not max.
But close.
She gasped, hips twitching, thighs tensing against his grip. The hum inside her went from pleasure to pressure in an instant. Her back arched off the bed, her breath broken and uneven, every inch of her skin burning now.
And then he started to fuck her for real.
His hips snapped forward with force, driving into her deep, his grip tightening around her thighs as he pressed her into a full mating press. Her legs pinned back, his weight bearing down just enough to hold her right where he needed her.
She took every thrust with a cry, breathless and unguarded. The new angle left her helpless, spread wide and open, stuffed full with every powerful drive of his cock. The wet sound of their bodies meeting echoed in the room, punctuated by her moans, sharp and needy.
“Yes—” She gasped, the word torn from her throat, “Just like that—don’t stop—”
Her eyes fluttered.
The toy inside her was merciless now, pulsing in rhythm with the frantic pace he set. Her body responded to everything at once, the stretch of him inside her, the pressure from the toy, the weight of him above her, pressing her down and pounding into her like he needed to stay inside her.
Her tied hands flexed uselessly against the ribbons.
She loved it.
“Commander” She gasped, voice half-broken, “You feel so—fuck—so good—”
He groaned above her, the sound low and savage, fucking her harder now, faster. Her breasts bounced with every slam of his hips. He leaned in, mouth latching to her neck as his grip on her thighs bruised tight. He was deep—so deep—the angle turning every thrust into a grind against the spot that made her see stars.
She clenched around him.
She couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t hold back.
And he wasn’t stopping.
He was going to break her.
And Strasbourg, breathless and shaking under him, wanted nothing more.
Their bodies collided again and again, the sharp slap of skin on skin echoing between shallow breaths and ragged moans. The Commander’s pace was punishing now, driven by everything she gave him, her tied limbs, her moans, her absolute surrender. His muscles flexed with every thrust, sweat beading along his chest and dripping down onto her skin.
Strasbourg could feel it all.
Every inch of him.
Each deep grind of his cock inside her sent a ripple of tight, blinding pleasure through her core. She was soaked, stretched, and pulsing around him, her inner walls clinging to every push and pull, milking him with unrelenting greed. The vibrator buried inside her ass had turned her nerves raw, the pulse synced so cruelly with his rhythm that every thrust pushed it just a little deeper against her trembling walls.
Her body burned. Her thighs shook, pinned against her chest, her ankles resting near his shoulders, leaving her entirely at his mercy. Her breasts bounced with every impact, nipples tight and flushed as he continued to grope and tease them between his thrusts.
Sweat slicked her skin, glowing on her collarbones, trickling down the valley between her breasts. The sheets beneath her clung to her back, soaked from the sheer heat of her body.
She tried to breathe, tried to find words, but all that escaped her was a broken, “Yes… keep going… keep… going—”
She bit her lip, eyes rolling half-shut. Her entire body was trembling now, on the edge for too long, pulled taut like a violin string. Her hands curled tight in the ribbons above her head, arms shaking from restraint.
She wanted him.
Not just inside her.
She wanted to hold him.
To pull him in. To feel his skin. To wrap around him like he was hers, just as deeply as she was his.
Her fingers found the first knot.
It wasn’t even conscious, just instinct—need. Her fingers twisted, pulled, and the knot loosened. Her other hand followed.
She was free.
Just as he slammed into her again, her legs jolted and locked around his hips, pulling him even deeper. Her arms slid down and wrapped around his back, nails dragging across the sweat-slicked skin of his shoulders.
His head snapped up to look at her, startled, but she didn’t speak.
She grabbed the remote from where it lay beside them.
One look. One daring little grin.
Then she cranked it to max.
The effect was immediate. She screamed, sharp and breathless—her back arching violently beneath him as the toy inside her roared to life. It shook through her, deep and merciless, sending shockwaves up her spine and setting every nerve alight.
He groaned into her neck, the tight squeeze of her legs, the sound of her voice, the feel of her walls fluttering around him almost enough to undo him completely.
Strasbourg held him now.
Arms wrapped around his neck.
Legs locked around his waist.
She was pulling him in, grounding him, claiming him with every inch of her slick body.
She kissed his jaw, his cheek, his lips between gasps.
“Come on” She whispered, voice trembling, “Give it to me. Don’t hold anything back.”
Her body rocked with his every thrust. She could feel herself stretched to the limit, his cock hitting deep, hard, perfect. The toy still hummed inside her, overwhelming and exquisite. Each thrust pushed it against her from the inside, every nerve between her legs igniting in raw pleasure.
She was losing herself in it.
But more than that, she wanted him to.
And now, wrapped around him, she wasn’t letting go.
He was close.
She could feel it.
His breath was hot and erratic against her throat. His hips bucked harder now, rougher, less controlled. Every muscle in his back tightened beneath her touch, his thrusts losing that perfectly timed rhythm and becoming something more raw. More real.
And still, she held him.
Wrapped around him like she was made to cage him in the moment. Her legs were locked at his back, her arms curled tight around his shoulders, her lips grazing his ear as her voice broke through the heat of his mind.
“Cum with me” She moaned, her voice a whisper laced with fire, “Cum inside me. Right now.”
That was it.
That was all it took.
He groaned, a low, primal sound that echoed in her ear, as his hips drove into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His cock throbbed deep inside her, and then he came, hard and fast, pulsing in long waves against her fluttering walls.
And she followed.
Her orgasm tore through her in an instant, the sudden burst overwhelming and electric. Her entire body seized around him, a cry ripping from her throat as her walls tightened impossibly around his cock, milking him for every last drop. The toy inside her intensified the sensation, buzzing ruthlessly against her core, driving her climax further than she thought her body could take.
They held each other through it.
Their moans tangled. Their bodies shuddered together. Her thighs shook violently as she clenched around him, her nails digging into his back. He gripped her waist like he needed it to survive. Every second of their shared release felt like it stretched out, like they refused to let it end.
He stayed inside her, still twitching. She trembled beneath him, still pulsing.
And the toy.
It kept going.
Her orgasm faded slowly, but the buzzing didn’t. Even as she lay there, legs limp, breathing shallow, utterly spent, her body kept jolting with little aftershocks. The toy still pulsed inside her, deep and merciless, dragging soft whimpers from her lips.
Strasbourg let her head fall back into the pillow, a wild, breathless smile stretching across her face.
“Oh my god” She panted, legs twitching. “It’s still going. You... left it on.”
She laughed, soft, exhausted, unfiltered. She tried to move her hips but gasped when it made her spasm again, her thighs squeezing around him instinctively.
“Cruel” She whispered, grinning wildly. “You’re cruel.”
With effort, her trembling fingers reached down between them. She fumbled a little, still gasping through a lingering tremor, then finally found the remote and clicked it off.
Silence.
Her whole body collapsed against the mattress like a puppet whose strings had been cut. The only sound now was the slow drag of their breath, the soft thump of his heart against hers.
Strasbourg smiled up at the ceiling, dazed and glowing.
Her hair was a mess. Her thighs still slick. Her lips parted in lazy satisfaction.
And she had never felt more perfect.
“Totally worth it” She murmured, grinning up at the ceiling. “Completely wrecked. . . but worth it.”
Chapter 20: Illustrious' Touch
Summary:
Special longboy 20. Had to be nice, had to be slightly different, hope you enjoy.
Chapter Text
The soft ticking of the antique clock in the corner was nearly drowned out by the gentle hiss of the heater. Outside the window, bare tree branches swayed quietly in the winter wind, their movements slow and almost apologetic against a slate-gray sky.
A thin layer of frost dusted the edges of the glass, painting curling white patterns like nature's own lacework. It was early afternoon, but the light filtering through the curtains had the pale glow of a winter evening, dim and silken.
Inside the house, however, everything was warm.
The living room exhaled comfort from every corner, plush cushions gathered around a thick woolen throw blanket draped over the couch, a few loose paperbacks stacked beside the armrest, and a pair of matching tea cups sitting half full on the low wooden table.
Steam still rose from them faintly, laced with the scent of jasmine and vanilla. A flickering fireplace on the far wall cast a soft amber glow across the floor, bouncing off the polished wood in lazy waves.
And at the very heart of it all, nestled among cushions and warmth, lay the Commander, sprawled across the couch with his head resting in Illustrious's lap.
She sat with perfect posture despite the casual setting, her long, silvery hair cascading over one shoulder in neat waves that caught the firelight. The delicate sheer nightgown she wore clung softly to her figure, flowing like mist down her frame, parted slightly at the thighs by a lazy ribbon knot that had slipped loose over time.
Her stocking-clad legs were tucked beneath her, and her toes peeked out from under the edge of the blanket. One hand rested gently on the Commander's forehead, her fingers smoothing his fringe aside, while the other held a cotton swab with elegant, practiced care.
"There we are" She whispered, her voice so gentle it could've been mistaken for the crackle of the fire. "Just stay still, alright? I promise not to poke too deep."
The Commander gave a muffled sound that might have been a chuckle, though it was half-lost against the soft fabric of her lap. "It's not the ear cleaning I mind" He murmured, eyes closed and voice low with contentment. "It's the part where you scold me afterward."
Illustrious let out a soft laugh, airy and musical, like a chime swaying in a spring breeze. "Only if you flinch or pull away at the wrong time. It's not proper to be so careless, Commander. Especially when you're in the care of someone so gentle."
"So gentle, huh?" He teased, cracking one eye open to glance up at her. "Is that how you see yourself?"
"Most certainly" She said with an exaggerated nod, dabbing the swab just inside his ear with exquisite delicacy. "I am the embodiment of poise and patience. And you, my dear Commander, are incredibly lucky to be under my care during this sacred ritual of home life."
His grin widened, but he didn't protest. Truthfully, he didn't want to move at all. Her lap was warm, soft, and faintly scented with rose and milk soap. Every so often, her fingertips would graze his temple or jawline, and it sent a small shiver down his spine, not one of discomfort, but of peace.
The kind of feeling that only came when one's guard was completely, utterly down.
They lapsed into silence for a time, save for the muted rustle of fabric and the occasional pop from the fire. The world outside was cold, but here, here was serenity.
Then, after a minute or two, she said softly, "Did you know Edinburgh once told me that this is how her grandmother used to care for her grandfather? Cleaning his ears on cold days, I mean."
He blinked. "Really? That sounds... sweet, actually."
Illustrious smiled faintly, her gaze drifting toward the snowy glass pane nearby. "She said it was something they did together after dinner. She would kneel by the fire, and he would rest his head on her lap. It became their quiet little habit, something they looked forward to even more than dessert. I always thought it was a charming ritual."
He hummed, the sound rumbling low against her thigh. "Guess that makes us a little old-fashioned then."
"I wouldn't mind" She said dreamily, leaning forward just slightly, her hair slipping like a curtain as she brushed some stray lint from his cheek. "Old-fashioned things tend to last. They're quieter. More honest."
He turned his head slightly into her lap, not pulling away, but adjusting so that he could feel more of her warmth. The cotton swab had been set aside now. She simply rested both hands against his head, her fingers carding gently through his hair, stroking along his scalp with an instinctive tenderness.
"Do you think we'll do this again when we're older?" He asked softly, his voice low and sincere. "Even when I've got gray in my hair and half your maids think I've turned into a relic?"
Illustrious looked down at him with a gaze so full of warmth it nearly glowed. "Of course we will" She whispered, her thumb brushing along his temple. "I'll still wear something lovely and soft like this, and you'll still rest your head in my lap, and I'll still remind you to stop skipping ear cleanings for weeks on end."
He chuckled again, shifting so he could reach one of her hands and bring it to his lips. A soft kiss landed against the base of her palm, lingering longer than necessary.
She said nothing at first, but her cheeks pinkened, and her other hand stopped combing his hair for a moment.
"...You're being terribly affectionate today" She murmured, trying to sound composed, but her voice had softened in a way that betrayed how deeply she was enjoying this.
"Second day off" He replied, eyes still closed. "Means I've got time. And you're warm. And you're wearing..." He cracked one eye open again and smiled up at her, "...something that makes it really hard to behave."
Illustrious let out the tiniest gasp, but she couldn't help the little laugh that followed. "Oh my... are you trying to tempt your gentle nurse into indecency during ear cleaning?"
"Just giving credit where credit's due" He said lazily, bringing her hand to his chest, where his heart beat slow and steady beneath her touch.
Outside, the sky darkened by just a shade. The frost on the window thickened. But inside, the quiet weight of winter faded, pressed back by steady hands, whispered words, and the softest smile from a woman who would never, ever let him be cold.
Time passed softly, like the slow melting of snowflakes on the windowsill. Neither of them moved for a long while, content to let the world go on without them. The quiet was not empty, it was full of presence. The hum of the heater. The rhythmic sound of her fingers stroking through his hair. The faint clink of the wind chime outside swaying in the cold.
Eventually, the Commander stirred.
Not abruptly, more like a slow stretch of his shoulders, a deeper breath, the shifting of weight as he turned slightly and looked up at her.
“Hey” He said softly, his voice low and sleep-warm. “Sit with me?”
Illustrious tilted her head, a gentle smile blooming across her lips. “But I already am.”
“I mean…” He moved, sitting up carefully from her lap, then reaching for her waist as he settled back against the couch cushions. “Sit on me.”
He patted his lap, not with urgency, but with that familiar, playful affection that always made her cheeks pink.
She gave him a teasing look, eyelids lowered. “You’re feeling clingy, aren’t you?”
“Extremely” He replied, arms already open for her.
With a quiet giggle, Illustrious rose gracefully from the couch and stepped forward. The motion caused the sheer white nightgown to shift along her thighs, rippling like silk water, catching a bit of light from the fire.
The ribbon at her side bobbed loosely as she turned and lowered herself into his lap, her arms gliding around his neck, her chest resting comfortably against his. Her long hair spilled down over his shoulder like a veil.
Their bodies pressed together naturally, familiarly, as if they’d been made to fit like this. The cold air that clung to her skin from her brief movement melted away in the shelter of his warmth.
He wrapped his arms around her without hesitation. One hand at her lower back, the other across her waist, pulling her gently closer. Her knees rested on either side of his thighs now, and with the way the nightgown pooled around her hips and slipped open ever so slightly, the soft texture of her stockinged legs brushed against his.
They kissed, lazily at first. A warm brush of lips. Then again, longer. Her hands cupped his cheeks as she tilted her head, sighing into the slow press of his mouth. His lips were warm. A little dry. Familiar.
When they pulled apart, she didn’t go far, resting her forehead against his, breathing softly in the small space between them.
“…We should eat something sweet later” She murmured, her voice like spun silk. “Something terribly indulgent. With far too much sugar.”
“Mm. Like what?” He asked, brushing his thumb along her waist beneath the fabric, skin to skin.
“Cream puffs. Or caramel fondue. Or…” She hummed, a sound full of mischief. “Maybe that ridiculous strawberry cake Belfast always hides in the top of the community fridge.”
“I knew she was hoarding that” He said, chuckling against her neck. “We’ll steal it later.”
“Yes,” she said with mock gravity “A noble theft. In the name of sweetness.”
Their laughter melted together in the firelight, muffled by the closeness of their bodies. She nestled deeper into him, her thighs snug around his waist, her arms looped tighter behind his head.
The sheer nightgown clung between them now, wrinkled and warm where it pressed against his shirt. Her skin felt like satin beneath his hands, and her scent, soft floral perfume mingled with milk and warmth, surrounded him.
And slowly, instinctively, his hands began to wander.
Not boldly. Not hurried. Just… wandering.
One hand slipped downward, following the curve of her waist, tracing along the dip of her back. His palm smoothed down further, fingers grazing the edge of lace. The other hand still cradled her side, but this one pressed further now, cupping the soft curve of her ass beneath the nightgown, just enough to hold.
She shifted ever so slightly in his lap, hips adjusting to accommodate his touch, and rather than stop him, Illustrious exhaled quietly and leaned further into him.
Her forehead now rested on his shoulder, lips close to his ear. Her voice came out slow, almost sleepy.
“…That’s very bold of you, Commander.”
“You’re not stopping me.”
She smiled against his skin. “Because I like it.”
He kissed her temple slowly, his fingers stroking along the curve they now held. He could feel the texture of her stockings meeting bare skin just above the lace edge of her panties, the warmth of her body soaking into his hands.
Still, neither moved to escalate.
Not truly.
But the way his hand lingered, the way her breath caught faintly each time his fingers shifted, it was no longer just comfort or closeness. It was something quieter, warmer, and far more dangerous. A familiar dance with no music, just the shared rhythm of breath and heartbeat between them.
His lips brushed her ear.
"Another kiss" He whispered, voice almost lost beneath the crackle of the fireplace. "Please."
She didn’t hesitate.
Illustrious turned her head, slow but certain, her hair sliding like silk against his cheek as she met his mouth again. This time the kiss was firmer, fuller. Her lips pressed into his with more weight, a subtle urgency behind the way she angled herself to deepen the contact. He responded in kind, arms tightening just a little more around her waist and rear.
And then again.
Another kiss, barely a second after the last parting. Short, sweet, only to fall into another as if they couldn’t help it.
Her lips were soft, pliant. They tasted faintly of milk tea. His hands didn’t stop, one cradled the small of her back, the other still resting low, fingers curving possessively into the round of her backside where lace and stocking met skin. He didn’t squeeze exactly, but the pressure increased, thumb grazing just above the curve, tracing delicate circles.
She hummed softly into his mouth, the sound barely restrained, and kissed him again. This time it was a bit slower. Her chest pressed more firmly into his, and her thighs squeezed around his hips in a subtle shift of pressure.
"We’re not doing anything improper" She murmured between breaths, nose brushing against his. "We’re just cuddling… aren’t we?"
He answered by catching her bottom lip gently between his, then letting it go with a soft pull.
"Of course we are" He breathed. "Still completely innocent."
"Mm" She sighed, a delicate smirk curling her mouth before kissing him again "Terribly innocent."
The way their mouths moved together now was less measured, more needful. It betrayed them.
He nipped lightly, and she gasped. Her hand tightened behind his neck, pulling him closer again. Their next kiss was deeper, mouths parting slightly, then more, lips sliding, breath mingling.
It was instinct, perhaps even habit, the way her tongue met his.
A brief brush at first. A shy stroke. Then a withdrawal, as if she hadn’t meant it.
But his hand pressed firmer at her rear, fingers curling with purpose now, and she leaned into him with a soft, shaky breath.
"I didn’t mean to…" She whispered, lips brushing his again. "It just…"
"Felt right?" He murmured, already capturing her mouth once more.
Their tongues met again, this time lingering. Slow at first, exploratory, then firmer. The kind of kiss that coaxed little sounds from the back of her throat, soft and helpless.
She shifted in his lap, tilting her hips more deliberately against him, her thighs tightening, back arching. The way his hands gripped her now, one at her waist, the other kneading her bottom with open appreciation, made her press herself harder against him, as if to test how much of his touch she could absorb.
"We shouldn’t," She breathed, pulling back barely an inch, eyes heavy with warmth and something darker. "This was supposed to be quiet time."
He kissed her once, then again, just beneath her ear. "Still is."
"This doesn’t feel very quiet."
His hands glided lower, curling around her thighs, pulling her snug against his lap.
"You’re the one who kissed me like that."
Illustrious laughed softly, breathy and flustered. "I was humoring you."
"Then I’m very lucky."
Another kiss. Then another. Their bodies stayed close, but every time their lips parted, the distance between their restraint and their desire narrowed further.
No one said what they both felt. Neither admitted how her hips now rolled gently in his lap, or how his hands seemed unwilling to settle in one place anymore. Still, they clung to the excuse of warmth, of comfort, of soft days indoors by the fire.
And yet, their mouths kept seeking each other, over and over again.
Almost as if that denial was the last bit of control they still wanted to keep.
Almost.
The illusion of restraint shattered almost immediately.
Their kiss deepened with a rawness that surprised even them, the gentle press of lips giving way to something wetter, slower, and far less innocent. Their mouths no longer simply met; they moved together, pulling and seeking, hot breaths shared between partings.
Illustrious was the first to press forward, tilting her head, letting her lips slide deeper along his, lingering as if memorizing the shape of him. Her body shifted with the same quiet intent, subtly asserting herself with a graceful lean forward that pushed her chest softly against his.
Her hand moved down.
Not urgently. Not nervously.
With a soft touch that lingered over his collarbone, trailing lower, she placed her palm at the center of his chest. She pressed, just enough to feel the rise and fall of his breathing. Her fingers splayed slightly, nails faintly brushing over fabric, as if testing what reaction she could draw out without a word.
“I suppose” She murmured into the next kiss, her lips brushing his in between syllables “This is the part where I pretend I’m still unsure.”
She smiled, but not the sweet, distant sort she offered in public. This one curled with layered meaning, a perfect mix of confidence, mischief, and the quiet yearning of someone who’d clearly thought about this before. Her eyes lowered to his lips once more, her hand trailing down a little further, dragging the fabric of his shirt with it.
She shifted.
Hips lifted slightly, then rolled back, the motion pressing her weight into his thighs. The sheer nightgown slid with her, pooling further up over her hips, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. The movement wasn’t clumsy or rushed. It was calculated, fluid, perfectly placed.
Her balance shifted just enough that he had no choice but to react. Both his hands instinctively found her rear, palms spreading to steady her. He gripped her gently at first, thumbs brushing slow circles against the soft lace stretched across her skin. His fingers curled reflexively, grounding her, but he didn’t push. Not yet.
Her lips parted in a soft sound that wasn’t quite a sigh.
“Careful” She whispered near his ear “You might make me think you enjoy holding me like this.”
“I do” He replied, tone low and steady. His fingers flexed slightly to prove it.
She leaned back a little, her hands now resting on his shoulders for balance. The movement caused the sheer fabric of her nightgown to stretch and slide higher, baring the tops of her thighs, the curve of her hips, and the faint outline of the lace beneath.
She gave him a look then, a half-lidded gaze that shimmered in the soft firelight. Her mouth curved into that dangerous little smile, the one that said she could command him with a single glance if she chose to.
“I suppose we could still stop here” She said, voice light and teasing. Her thighs began to shift slowly, pressing together, then dragging along the side of his leg in a measured grind. The motion was subtle but unmistakable, a delicious friction disguised in feigned innocence. “There’s still the option of that sweet little treat we talked about. Something sugary… warm… soft.”
She rolled her hips forward slightly, grinding into his lap just enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from between her thighs.
Her hands slid up his chest again, fingers curling gently into the fabric near his collar. “Or I could let you decide if something else tastes sweeter tonight.”
It was meant to tease. A challenge wrapped in flirtation, a final moment of control before surrender.
But the smile on his face said it all.
“Illustrious” He said, his voice husky, words slow and deliberate “There are so many things I want to do with you. Or… to you.” His hands pressed firmer against her now, claiming her hips, guiding her into a slightly deeper roll against him. “That sweet can wait.”
She giggled.
It was breathy, flustered, the kind of laugh that broke her own illusion of dominance. The control she had held until now, the playful game of suggestion and retreat, slipped from her grasp the moment she heard the weight in his voice. The honesty. The hunger he no longer tried to hide.
She bit her lip, trying to reclaim composure, but her hips shifted again of their own accord, seeking out more friction against the way he held her.
“Mmm… Well, when you say it like that…”
His hands never stopped moving, now stroking her curves with increasing confidence. She leaned forward again, her lips brushing along his jaw, then his ear, voice just above a whisper.
“…you’ll have to show me just how much you mean it.”
He would.
They stayed like that for a few lingering seconds.
Her weight was comforting in his lap, warm and soft in all the right ways, her nightgown brushing against his skin like a second breath. Their lips had parted for now, but the echo of each kiss lingered between them in the soft exhales, in the weight of her against his palms, in the heat pooling steadily in the space between their bodies.
And yet, even now, he hesitated, not out of fear or doubt, but from thoughtfulness. Her words still floated in the air, teasing and light, yet he knew better. She had given him control, subtly and sweetly, and now the question danced in the back of his mind.
What did he want to do?
His gaze drifted to her again, to the way she looked down at him now, her breath still slightly uneven from their kisses, her lips faintly parted, flushed and damp. That look, quiet, knowing, expectant, was all the confirmation he needed. He didn’t need to ask aloud. That gentle smile and the shimmer in her eyes told him everything.
He had the lead now. And she'd be terribly disappointed if he didn't take it.
Still, even with the rising heat between them, his thoughts weren’t selfish. The desire burning in his chest wasn’t for relief, not really. It was for her, Illustrious in all her sweetness and poise, her grace and quiet playfulness. He thought about how she always gave so much of herself, so willingly, often tending to him before ever asking for anything in return.
She’d pleasured him plenty of times, slipping between his legs with a quiet smile and that gentle reverence that left him breathless. She had never asked for him to return the favor… but maybe she didn’t have to.
His eyes flicked downward, taking in the full view of her again.
The sheer white nightgown, the lace beneath, the way the stockings clung to her thighs. She looked like she did on those lazy base mornings, tea in hand, soft-spoken, surrounded by her gentle aura, but now she was flushed and breathless in his lap, the clothes no less pristine but entirely repurposed. No one else would ever know what they did with them in private. No one else would see how easily that dignity unraveled in his arms.
And that made it even more beautiful.
So he made a decision.
His hands slid to her hips again, steady but firm, and he leaned forward, pressing one last kiss just above her heart through the sheer veil of fabric.
“I want you” He said softly, eyes rising to meet hers. “Up on the couch.”
She blinked once, breath catching slightly.
He continued, his voice warm but clear. “I want you sitting back, pretty and open, while I use my mouth on you.”
Her breath hitched.
For a moment, Illustrious said nothing at all. She didn’t need to. Her widened eyes gave away the rush of heat that bloomed in her chest, the flush spreading down her neck, the slight gasp that escaped her parted lips before she could even try to respond. Her posture shifted, just subtly, her spine straightening and thighs drawing a little closer together as if to shield the heat that bloomed there, already responding to his words alone.
He watched her carefully, in case he’d gone too far.
But there was no resistance. None at all.
If anything, her silence was its own permission. One of her hands slowly lifted from his shoulder to cover her mouth, a shy little giggle slipping through her fingers. When she looked back at him, it wasn’t with scandal or uncertainty. It was with a look of wonder, affection, and something far needier than she usually let show.
“Oh” She whispered faintly, her lips curling, “I… wasn’t expecting that.”
She didn’t say no.
She didn’t even hesitate.
Instead, her legs shifted in his lap, knees brushing outward ever so slightly, her weight settling deeper against him for a heartbeat more before she slowly started to rise. Her fingers trailed down his chest as she did, as if to tether herself to him through every second of this.
There was no mistaking the spark in her eyes now. It wasn’t just permission.
It was eager anticipation.
“Can I?” He asked quietly, almost out of instinct. Even with her warmth pressed against him, even with the air between them thick with promise, he still gave her the chance to say no.
Illustrious didn’t miss a beat. She let out a soft giggle, the kind that sent a flutter through his chest, and leaned forward just slightly, brushing his cheek with her knuckles. “If you’re offering to spoil me, Commander” She said, voice honeyed and low “Then yes… you absolutely may.”
He nodded, wordlessly, his gaze flicking down again as her fingers began to move.
She gathered the hem of her sheer nightgown with a practiced grace, lifting it slowly until the full length of her stockings came into view. The soft white fabric clung to her thighs like silk, delicate and snug, ending high at her hips with a faint shimmer where the light hit the edge of her garter. Her panties matched perfectly, white lace, finely detailed, and so impossibly thin that they did very little to conceal anything at all.
And that was the point.
He swallowed once, eyes lingering. “You wore these… around the house?” He asked, one brow lifted slightly.
Illustrious gave a subtle shrug, her playful smile never leaving. “There was always the chance I’d try to seduce you at some point during our break” She replied with a quiet breath. “But I suppose it doesn’t matter now, does it?”
She lifted one leg slightly, then let it press gently against his chest, barely a nudge, more of a reminder.
“You’ve got more important things to focus on.”
He chuckled under his breath. She was right.
His hands slid up her legs, warm palms trailing over smooth stocking until he reached the top of her thighs. He moved slowly, deliberately, until his thumbs brushed the edge of the lace. The tension in her breath was faint, but there.
He hooked his fingers gently beneath the waistband of both the stockings and her panties, tugging them down in one careful motion.
Illustrious giggled as he did, raising her hips to help him.
The fabric slid with surprising ease, rolling down her thighs, and he let them fall until they bunched just above her knees.
He glanced up, catching her gaze.
“I thought you’d tear them” She whispered with mock disappointment. “Not that I’d mind an excuse to wear them again.”
He exhaled slowly against her skin, his breath warm as it fanned across her now-bared thighs. She shivered from the sensation, her fingers already reaching for his head, threading through his hair as if she couldn’t wait a moment longer.
“I want to feel what it’s like when you do this” She said softly, the pads of her fingers stroking his scalp, a quiet need settling into her tone. “The way it made you melt when I…”
He shrugged gently beneath her touch, smirking up at her. “Seems only fair.”
His gaze dropped again, now entirely focused.
Her lower lips glistened, faintly flushed and delicate, framed perfectly by the creamy skin of her thighs. The soft sheen of arousal caught the light in the most beautiful way. He felt her fingers tighten in his hair without even realizing it.
He didn’t move right away. He simply breathed, warm and slow, letting the heat of his breath roll over her skin and stir little tremors through her legs. Illustrious exhaled softly above him, the rise and fall of her chest just barely quickened. Her thighs tensed, not in discomfort, but in barely contained anticipation.
So he began gently.
The tip of his tongue flicked out, grazing along the soft seam of her entrance with the lightest, most fleeting touch. She jolted, just slightly, and gasped, hand tightening briefly in his hair.
Again.
This time a longer stroke, the flat of his tongue pressing into her warmth, licking slowly from bottom to top. She trembled under the contact, hips shifting ever so slightly forward without her willing it. He drew back for a moment and looked up, only to find her watching him with her lower lip drawn gently between her teeth, her cheeks dusted a brighter shade of pink.
She didn’t say anything.
She didn’t have to.
He returned to her, letting his tongue glide slowly over her again, this time with more pressure. Her breath hitched. His hands moved, sliding higher along her thighs to cup the soft flesh there, fingertips brushing the inner curve where her stockings still hugged her legs. The texture of silk under his hands only made her bare skin feel hotter, softer by contrast.
Another lick, then another.
Each one dragged slowly upward, teasing and exploring, until he began parting her gently with his tongue. The taste of her was already coating his mouth, subtle and warm and faintly sweet, like everything else about her.
She let out a soft noise, barely a sound but undeniably real, her body pressing just a little more into him as her fingers continued to cradle the back of his head.
When he pushed his tongue into her, the gasp she gave was quiet, but breathless, like it had caught her off guard.
He didn’t rush.
He simply let himself move in rhythm with her breathing, with the way her thighs tensed or relaxed around him. His tongue pressed deeper, slowly parting her with wet strokes, dipping inside and retreating only to circle again, tasting her from the inside out. Her hips gave a slight roll forward and he matched it, holding her thighs firmer now to guide the motion.
Her voice finally came in a soft, breathy whisper. “That… feels so good…”
He didn’t answer, not with words.
One of his hands slid away from her thigh and moved higher, pressing gently against her abdomen. His palm rested flat across her stomach, feeling the faint flutter of her muscles beneath. His thumb moved with purpose now, trailing downward and searching with careful patience.
When he found the small bundle of nerves at the top of her entrance, she twitched visibly. Her hips rose almost instantly, a soft cry slipping from her throat.
He smiled slightly into her, breathing against her slick folds for a moment before returning his mouth to her. His tongue worked slowly, teasing and pushing, while his thumb gently circled and pressed against her clit. At first his motions were subtle, gentle pressure, slow circles, testing her responses.
Illustrious’s head fell back, her long white hair spilling over her shoulders and the arm of the couch like a silken sheet. Her breathing had turned shallow, chest rising and falling in faster bursts. Her thighs clenched once around his head, then loosened, only for her hand to press him closer with trembling fingers.
“Mmh… Commander… don’t stop…”
That was all the encouragement he needed.
His tongue dipped deeper again, lapping slowly as he adjusted the angle of his hand, the heel of his palm firm against her belly. His thumb increased its rhythm ever so slightly, now pressing gently with every rotation. Each pass coaxed more gasps from her lips, more of those soft whimpers she never let herself make in public.
After a few more seconds, Illustrious had enough.
The teasing, the slow build, the steady rhythm that felt just a little too controlled, it all stirred something hotter in her core. Her hand, still threaded in his hair, tugged downward with real intent now, not just a playful touch. She pressed him firmly into her heat, letting out a breath that trembled from the pressure building inside her.
Her voice came next, low and edged with desire. “Treat me like I have to cum, Commander” She whispered, then added “The way I do you.”
Her tone struck something in him. It wasn’t pleading. It was a command made sweet with affection. A gift wrapped in a demand.
He obeyed.
His tongue began to move faster, deeper, more targeted. The way she shifted told him where to go. The faint rise in her hips, the way her thighs quivered just slightly when he licked lower, the soft inhale whenever he swirled near the top, all of it built a map across her body that he eagerly learned.
She guided him with her hand, light pressure that directed his chin or tilted his angle, but he did most of the work. His focus was solely on her pleasure, on giving her the same unrelenting attention she had so often given him. His other hand, still braced against her stomach, began to move again, sliding lower until his fingers met her clit once more.
This time, he didn’t tease.
Two fingers pressed against her bud, brushing over it in fast, tight motions, circling with firm precision. He pinched it gently, just enough to make her jolt and moan, then rolled his fingers over it, feeling how her body reacted to each touch. The pressure was perfect, the rhythm learned with every gasp that followed.
Illustrious’s moans became deeper, fuller now. Her other hand, free and trembling, moved to her chest, cupping herself over the thin nightgown. Her fingers worked beneath the fabric, circling her nipple through the lace of her bra, tugging and twisting it in time with the flicks of his tongue.
She moaned again, a longer one this time, head tilted back. “I should’ve never worn underwear…” She admitted between breaths, her words husky and drawn out.
He glanced up, but didn’t stop.
“I’ll go without next time” She added, a sharp inhale escaping as his fingers pressed more firmly. “Maybe let you find out when I sit on your lap. Make things more exciting for once~”
Her voice cracked on the last word, a giggle bursting out as she laughed through her moans, cheeks flushed and lips curled in that bright, wicked smile that still managed to be elegant. Her joy made the moment hotter somehow, that mixture of class and dirty promises she delivered so naturally.
But her playfulness didn’t last long. Another moan escaped her lips, louder this time, more honest. Her legs were trembling now, thighs pressing closer together as her body coiled tighter and tighter with each lick, each touch.
“Your tongue… it feels too good” She gasped, breath sharp between each word. “There—there, yes—right there…”
He listened. He moved where she told him to without a single word of protest, letting his mouth drag over the same spot again and again, flattening his tongue and pressing in hard before slipping it inside to taste more of her. His fingers on her clit moved faster now, the motions short and sharp, alternating between brushing and pinching, rolling her over the edge with building precision.
Her muscles tensed.
Her moans grew ragged.
She was close.
Her hand in his hair tightened, nearly clawing at him. Her fingers at her chest pinched her nipple harder, back arching in a perfect curve of pleasure. She was trying to hold on, but her hips were grinding against his face with a rhythm she could no longer control.
“Yes… yes…”
The word left her lips in a voice drenched with bliss, long and drawn out. Her entire body tensed for a brief second, and then—
She came.
A soft rush of warmth pulsed against his tongue, her thighs locking briefly around his head before loosening just as fast. Her back arched and her voice cried out a final, trembling "Yes" Her body jerking softly as the orgasm rippled through her. Her wetness spilled against his lips, a tiny squirt that made his heart pound with pride.
She fell back slowly, chest heaving, hair tousled and glowing from the effort. Her hand slipped from her breast and slid down to rest across her stomach, trying to calm her breathing, while her other hand stayed in his hair, weaker now, but still holding on. Still wanting him close.
He stayed there a moment longer, kissing her softly, almost reverently, through the aftershocks, as she basked in the warmth of everything he had just given her.
He didn’t stop.
Even as her body softened and trembled in the aftermath, even as her thighs remained parted in that dreamy, satisfied way, he stayed close, lips still resting against her inner thigh, hands still moving in slow, deliberate circles.
One hand remained against her slick folds, his fingers drawing gentle shapes over her now overly sensitive clit and the tender lips just beneath. He marveled quietly at the way her body responded, how her hips twitched and her breath caught with each soft brush. Every time he circled over that sensitive nub, her core pulled in slightly, a shallow ripple of pleasure responding to even the faintest touch.
It fascinated him. The intimacy of it. The way her body communicated everything without a word. It was beautiful, in a lewd and honest way, and she made no attempt to hide her enjoyment.
Illustrious let her head fall back, lips parted, chest still heaving softly under the sheer fabric of her nightgown. Her hand in his hair had grown slack, now more of a presence than a grip, but her other hand stayed against her abdomen, fingers curling faintly in delight.
Her voice came in a breathy moan. “I can never move my hands after I cum…” She admitted, her tone somewhere between confession and praise. “And with you touching me like that… I wouldn’t want to even if I could.”
He smiled against her thigh, the warmth of it brushing her skin just before he pressed a soft kiss there.
“You can eat me out again” She murmured, her breath hitching “Whenever you want… it feels wonderful…”
His lips curved again, this time with something a little more playful, and then he nipped her inner thigh, softly, a barely-there bite that still made her gasp and jolt in surprise.
She looked down at him, eyes bright, a smile blooming slowly as she caught the glint of amusement in his eyes.
“A mark there won’t be seen” She said after a second, still breathless “So it won’t be a problem.”
That was all the permission he needed.
He leaned in again and gave her another kiss, then another bite, still light, more of a press of teeth than anything painful. She gasped again, her laugh bubbling up as her body responded to each tiny shock of sensation. Each time he bit, she giggled, more and more of that beautiful, heady laughter spilling out of her like she couldn’t help it.
He left marks. Not many, not too harsh. But enough that her skin warmed beneath them. Enough that she could feel them when she shifted. And each one made her feel adored, desired, and ever so slightly owned.
Not in a way that took anything from her, rather, in a way that made her feel like she could let go entirely, and be held by someone who knew exactly how to make her smile like this.
That small, teasing control he held was electric.
She let herself melt into it, sighing and murmuring and laughing under her breath, her body still twitching in soft delight as his fingers brushed slow, loving strokes across her most sensitive places.
And all the while, he remained between her thighs, happy to savor the moment as long as she would let him.
He shifted his grip just slightly, sliding his hands lower to cup beneath her thighs. It made the angle sharper, and the moment he adjusted, her breath hitched hard in her throat.
“Commander…” She moaned out, her voice lilting, drawn in that familiar edge of restraint and desire. Her hands slid up his arms, nails ghosting over the skin, not scratching but anchoring herself to him.
“Too much?” He asked, though his tone betrayed the grin that tugged at his lips.
“Too good” She corrected instantly, head falling back against the couch cushions, silver hair tumbling around her flushed face like a silken halo. “You feel far too good inside me. I—I could melt like this.”
He leaned down, catching her lips in a kiss that was hot, sloppy. When they parted, her spit clung to his lips and he ran his tongue slowly over them with a playful hum.
“Illustrious” He said against her cheek, his voice lower now, the heat behind it curling in her belly. “Do you know how hard it is not to lose myself when you look like that?”
“Then don’t hold back” She whispered, then gave a mock-scolding huff. “Though, maybe you should. I like when you have to try.”
He chuckled, his rhythm picking up slightly, enough to make her gasp through her teeth. “So you want me trembling? Or want me teasing you until you beg for it?”
Her reply was delayed by a particularly deep thrust, her entire body jolting as she cried out softly. When she managed to respond, her words were laced with breathlessness. “I want to see how long you can hold back when I say your name just like that.”
He groaned, and it wasn’t feigned. Her voice, her everything, was addictive. The way she clenched around him each time she spoke, each time she kissed him or pulled at his skin, made it a challenge not to tip over the edge. Her warmth wrapped around him like velvet, slick and hot and impossibly tight.
“You’re going to break me” He murmured into her neck, licking along the line of her pulse before biting it gently.
“Good” She hissed with a grin, her legs pulling tighter around his waist. “Maybe I want to watch you fall apart for me this time.”
Her words struck something primal. His thrusts deepened, slowed again, pushing to her core each time as her moans turned into breathy whimpers. Her hips met his with instinctual rhythm, rising to meet each motion, her breasts swaying with the movement, flushed and still damp from his mouth.
“You make me feel so full” She said, the words tumbling out through moans. “Each time you hit that spot, I feel like I’ll—ahh—lose it.”
His thumbs traced circles into her thighs, soothing and arousing at once. He leaned in, pressing kisses along her jaw, whispering between each one.
“Tell me where it’s best, and I’ll stay there. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
She whimpered, arching her hips upward. “Then stay right there. Right where I feel you the most. Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop.”
He adjusted just enough to find that angle again, watching her arch, watching her toes curl as her fingers gripped the couch cushions. Her hair clung to her skin, damp with sweat, and her eyes fluttered open only to shut again when he rolled his hips in that perfect rhythm.
“I could do this all day” He said softly, voice roughened by the strain of control.
She laughed breathily, blinking up at him with dazed, sparkling eyes. “Then why haven’t we before?”
“Because you’d pass out before I did,” He teased. A soft lie.
“Try me” She challenged, and her words were daring and laced with need.
He groaned again, his hands now tightening against her waist, pulling her down onto him with each thrust, forcing her to take every inch. Her moans grew louder, more uncontrolled, her hands grasping at anything, his arms, his shoulders, the back of his neck.
She was close. He could feel it. The way her walls pulsed around him, the way her eyes fluttered and her voice cracked just slightly with each breathy moan. But he was right there with her, the heat coiling low in his abdomen, each motion making it harder to maintain restraint.
“Illustrious…” He murmured her name like a prayer, dipping his head to kiss her again, desperate to hold onto the last thread of control they both still pretended to have.
They were both teetering on the edge, hearts racing in tandem, sweat mingling between their joined bodies as the air around them grew thick with scent, sound, and the overwhelming anticipation of what came next. Neither said the word, but it hovered between every thrust, every moan, every kiss.
Not yet. But close.
So painfully close.
Their bodies tensed at the same time, like strings pulled taut by a perfect note in a melody only they could hear. And then, with a muffled gasp against each other’s mouths, the tension shattered.
Their lips met one last time, deep, wet, and trembling, as he pushed into her fully, burying himself as far as he could go. She clenched around him in waves, her legs locked behind his back, pulling him in to feel everything. Her moans were swallowed by his kiss, and his breath shuddered through his nose as he emptied himself into her, deep and slow and complete.
The warmth of release passed between them like a tide rolling over sun-warmed sand. She held the kiss even as their muscles twitched and settled, as the room spun with afterglow and closeness. And he stayed inside her, still connected, softening only gradually as his arms wrapped tight around her frame.
Neither of them rushed to speak. The quiet was full of their mingled breathing, the sound of skin meeting skin just once more, gently, as he adjusted slightly to ease the weight from her chest. His head rested by her shoulder now, lips brushing her damp skin, and hers tilted to press lazy kisses into his hairline.
She was the first to break the silence, her voice soft and teasing, yet utterly affectionate.
“Mmm… your seed’s so warm inside me” She hummed, arching her back just a little as if to savor it further. “If you keep filling me up like this, Commander, there might be a little me running around the port one day.”
He chuckled against her collarbone, lifting his head just enough to meet her satisfied, glowing eyes.
“…Wouldn’t mind that” He said, breath still rough. “Might be nice… if they had your smile.”
Her moan was unexpected but full of giddy delight, one hand brushing his cheek. “You… really wouldn’t mind?”
“Illustrious” He said softly, thumb stroking her side, “I’d love anything that comes from you.”
She closed her eyes with a radiant smile and whispered, “I really do love you… so very much.”
And then she pulled him down for another kiss, slower this time but no less hungry, her tongue coaxing his mouth open again as their bodies pressed together with a familiar, rising heat.
The kiss lingered long enough to blur where one breath ended and another began. Her hand trailed down his back, nails dragging just lightly, while her hips shifted beneath him with a slow, knowing grind.
Their glow hadn’t faded, it was only transforming. The afterglow had merely kindled something new, something just as intimate and indulgent.
As they kissed again and again, the soft creak of the couch under them resumed, barely audible beneath the sounds of their lips and breathing.
And then, with one final moan against his tongue and a giggle caught between her teeth, Illustrious whispered into the dark—
“…Maybe one more round, my love.”
Chapter 21: 20k Hits Special. A Storm With Musashi And Friedrich
Summary:
This one was hard to write to be honest with you. I enjoyed it yes but I may have lost the plot at some points deep in the action. Anyways. hope you enjoy!
Chapter Text
Everything was a blur.
His skin was cold. Soaked. Each breath came with a shudder he couldn't control, as if the air itself bit into his lungs. His hands trembled at his sides, numb and slack, and no matter how hard he tried to focus, his fingers refused to close around anything real.
Thunder rolled above, impossibly loud. The kind that didn't just echo but cracked straight through the sky like a whip of the gods. Lightning flashed, too fast to see, too bright to comprehend. In those brief, searing pulses of white light, the world twisted, sharp angles and storm-tossed chaos shifting faster than his mind could follow.
Waves crashed nearby, their violence a living thing. They rose like walls, walls that moved, slammed, then vanished again. He couldn't tell if he was standing or floating or even alive. The world pitched around him, the smell of salt sharp in his nose, metallic in his mouth. The rain was a constant, merciless barrage, battering his face, running down his neck and into his collar, every drop like a pinprick on his chilled skin.
He tried to move. His legs didn't answer. His thoughts blurred again.
What happened?
A battle. That's right. They had been winning. Comfortably, even. Musashi had made a dry remark about the enemy's predictability. Friedrich had laughed, that soft, symphonic little chuckle of hers, all smug and knowing. Her rigging had already begun its next movement, cannons aligning like instruments waiting for a downbeat.
Someone mentioned a weather report.
"Heavy storm approaching, bearing south-by-southeast, ETA twelve minutes."
Twelve. That was enough. It should have been enough. . .
They should have pulled back. He should have called it. But they were so close to breaking the last wave. Just a little more pressure, just a little more time. No one had expected the front to move that fast, or to hit with such violence. The sky had turned black in an instant. Lightning came sideways. The sea rose like it wanted to swallow them whole.
Then something tore.
He couldn't say what. Steel? Air? Reality?
A sound like nothing he'd ever heard. Then nothing at all.
Now, here.
His body felt unmoored, drifting somewhere just outside of waking. Somewhere colder. Somewhere quiet, despite the noise. The sounds seemed to fold in on themselves, the thunder echoing from behind a glass wall, the waves growing distant, the rain falling on someone else.
His thoughts slowed, blurred, then caught on something sharp and specific.
Smell.
It filtered through the damp, cut through the haze like a song heard through smoke. Lavender. Thick, sweet, and steady. Not a passing scent, but a constant. Warm. Familiar.
There was another scent, more elusive. He didn't have a name for it, only a feeling. Like the hush of a candlelit room. Like wine poured into crystal. Deep, expensive perfume over silk and skin and power.
The scent was closer now. Surrounding him. Both of them were.
Lavender and symphony.
He didn't know what that meant, not yet, not exactly. But his body began to lean toward it, some part of him recognizing the way comfort felt. His heart beat slower. Not calm. Just. . .slowed.
And even as the storm raged in some other place, he let go.
He let himself drift toward the scent of lavender.
Toward it.
Hours Later
The world returned to him in fragments.
First, sound, gentle, distant. Birds, high and soft, their songs threading through the silence like wind chimes. No crashing waves. No thunder. Only the rhythm of nature, distant and safe.
Then, warmth.
It wrapped around him like a cocoon, soft and dense, holding him in place. Not the biting heat of adrenaline or the stinging warmth of open wounds. This was different. This was soft skin, slow breath, woven sheets, and body heat. Familiar. Steady.
The smells came next.
Lavender.
It crept in at the edge of his awareness first, soft and clean, floral without being sharp. It wasn't a perfume, it was more intrinsic, like the scent had been born into the skin of the one who carried it. He knew that scent. He'd inhaled it in moments of peace, and in battle, and in the quiet hours when neither of them spoke. Musashi.
The second came more slowly. Richer. Heavier.
Something like oakwood, but not raw. Polished. Aged. Blended with deep red wine, the kind that didn't come with labels but with stories. It had depth, something regal in its weight. Friedrich. That scent always felt like presence. He could smell it before she spoke, feel it before she entered a room.
His body was slow to join the rest of him.
Every limb felt heavier than it should, sunken into whatever bed cradled him. His muscles were tight in strange places, like they'd worked too hard for too long and only now remembered how to relax. He could feel the slow weight of blankets across his body , the press of another body, no, two, against him.
With each breath, something shifted. One at his back. Another at his front. Two separate rhythms, slightly out of sync, each matching the gentle rise and fall of his own chest.
It should have alarmed him, but his body didn't panic right away.
His brain, however, was catching up.
There was someone,some thing, pressed to him. Holding him. One arm was curled lightly over his waist. A leg draped over his thigh. Hair, long, heavy, silk-like, was splayed across the pillow, and some of it clung to his neck.
And behind him... a chest. A soft one. Pressed between his shoulder blades, steady in its breathing, undeniably feminine.
His breath hitched.
Muscles that had finally loosened began to clench again. The comfort he'd been sinking into just seconds before now pulled taut with tension. He blinked rapidly, unsure when exactly his eyes had even closed, and tried to shift.
His legs twitched first. His hand jerked up, brushing skin where there shouldn't have been skin, warm, smooth, and wholly human.
His heart kicked against his ribs, mouth opening to say something, anything, but before he could get the breath out, his body tried to scramble back.
Only, there was nowhere to go.
He twisted slightly, and his back met something solid, yet still yielding. Warm. Taller than him. Soft in the way only another person could be.
He froze.
For a single, jarring second, the remnants of fear flooded him. Was he restrained? Trapped? Caught in some fevered illusion between drowning and. . .
A hand moved.
Not his.
It rose slowly, from somewhere beside his head, hovering in the space above his cheek.
He turned toward it, instinctively, eyes now wide open and met hers.
Golden, warm, unwavering.
Musashi.
She lay beside him, one arm propped gently, her face mere inches from his. Her hair spilled across the pillow in black waves, the strands catching stray threads of morning light. Her eyes were neither surprised nor worried. Only watching.
And then, seeing the change in his face, the sudden drop in tension, the confusion melting into recognition, she let her hand fall.
Her fingers touched his cheek with a reverence so deep it made him shiver.
"You're awake" She said, her voice no louder than a whisper, thick with sleep and quiet affection.
It was real.
She was here. He was here. He wasn't drifting anymore.
"I... think so" He managed, the words coming out slower than expected, his throat rough with dryness. "Feels like I shouldn't be."
Her thumb traced beneath his eye, gently brushing away the last ghosts of panic.
"You are" She said simply, her voice soft, steady, not asking him to explain the tremble in his breath.
Behind him, the second body stirred.
It wasn't abrupt, just a shift. The subtle draw of a breath near his neck. The exhale that warmed his skin. The movement of a hand that slipped from his waist and draped higher, sliding slowly across his ribs to anchor him in place.
He didn't need to look to know who it was.
That scent, that signature, expensive weight, told him before the hand could speak for itself. Friedrich was awake too.
He hadn't noticed the way his breathing had quickened again until both women responded, Musashi with her palm now resting flat against his cheek, grounding him, Friedrich with her body curling a little closer against his back, her presence wrapping around him like silk armor.
He let his eyes close again, not from sleep, but from surrender.
Everything was too much. And yet, exactly enough.
He was here.
And he was not alone.
His breaths came in uneven waves, shallow at first, then deeper, as if each inhale had to claw past something caught in his throat. Not quite a sob. But close. That low, shaking rhythm of a body trying to understand that it's safe now, even if the mind hasn't caught up.
A shudder rolled through him, long and full, like the last of the storm was draining out through his limbs. The tension he'd carried, across his shoulders, in his jaw, curled into his fingertips, started to unspool. Not release, not yet, but loosen.
Warmth pressed into him from both sides. His senses began to register it more fully, now that the sharp edge of panic had dulled. Two bodies. Two very real, very soft women curled around him like a second skin. Their skin. Their breath. Their scent. Their weight.
The pressure wasn't crushing. It was quiet. Reassuring. Human.
Friedrich's arm tugged tighter around his middle, not sharply, but with certainty. Her hand spread out across his chest, fingers slipping between the open folds of his shirt to feel skin. Her touch didn't search. It held. Grounded.
Then her forehead met his. Not his face, not his neck. The back of his head.
She leaned in slowly, carefully, her brow resting flush to the base of his skull. The contact was quiet and absolute. Like a statement without words.
She was there.
Still behind him.
Still holding him.
Still alive.
Her breath was slow against the shell of his ear. He could feel each exhale roll over him, soft and warm and regular, almost deliberate. Like she was breathing for him, setting the rhythm in case he forgot how.
In front, Musashi remained exactly as she had been. Not tense, not hurried. Just present.
Her hand cradled his cheek, the heel of her palm fitting gently along his jaw. Her thumb moved in patient circles just beneath his eye, a rhythm that matched neither breath nor thought, something entirely her own.
She let him sink.
Her body softened as he did, her chest rising with his head now tucked just beneath her collarbone, where silk and skin met. He didn't think about the motion. He didn't choose it. His body simply... gave in. Tilted forward. Let go.
She didn't react with surprise or praise.
She simply accepted him.
His face pressed into the warmth above her heart, his cheek brushing bare skin where her gown had shifted, his breath catching as he exhaled into her. The scent of her, lavender and heat and something deeper, filled every part of his nose, settling behind his eyes like a balm.
No one spoke.
There were no questions. No reassurances. No jokes to ease the weight.
Just the sound of his own breath shaking through his teeth, and the soft, solid calm of two women who weren't going anywhere.
Friedrich's hand moved only once, tracing across his chest in a slow arc, as if mapping the lines of his ribs with her fingertips. She stopped just above his heart, her palm pressing gently there.
Musashi's hand shifted slightly as well, moving up into his hair. Not to pull or push, but to comb through it with slow, even fingers, as if untangling the storm from his scalp.
No demands. No expectations.
He didn't need to think. Didn't need to respond. His mind was too rocked, too far behind to form anything useful. All he could do was exist in this moment. In this warmth. In this hush.
Held between them. Back and front. Guarded from the noise. Kept from the cold.
He exhaled again, quieter this time. A little longer. A little less tight in his chest.
Musashi's fingers moved in his hair once more.
Friedrich's arm shifted slightly tighter again, not needing a reason.
And slowly, one breath at a time, he started to feel real again.
The minutes passed without a word. No rush. No shifting. Just the shared rhythm of breath and body heat, three beating hearts finding some fragile equilibrium in the silence.
He continued to breathe in uneven gulps, not quite panicked, not quite calm. His chest rose and fell more deeply now, as if each inhale carried the weight of a thought trying to form. He'd start to speak, his lips parting, throat tightening, but each time, the words withered before they could reach his tongue. There was too much, too soon. He wasn't ready.
Eventually, he tilted his head. It was a slow, tentative movement, careful not to shift too much of the delicate balance that held the three of them together. His eyes met Musashi's. Her gaze was already on him, patient, expectant, but not pressing.
He opened his mouth to try again, to say something, anything, but her fingers met his lips before a sound could escape.
She didn't press. Just rested them there. Quiet. Calm.
Then, in a voice as gentle as silk brushing bare skin, she said, "Water first."
He blinked, surprised, not by the offer itself, but by how quickly his body reacted. His lips closed against her fingers, his eyes widening as if the suggestion had unlocked something vital. He nodded immediately, almost frantically.
Musashi pulled her hand away, her expression softening even more as she shifted slightly. Friedrich loosened her hold from behind, just enough for him to sit up without losing the touch entirely. She didn't let go of him; she just let him move.
Musashi turned toward the nightstand, her movements smooth and practiced. He followed her with his eyes as she reached for the bottle they always kept nearby, the same one that had probably been placed there the night before in some unspoken routine.
He sat up slowly.
His arms were heavy. His body ached. But as he leaned back against the headboard, the sheets slipping down to his waist, the full scope of the world began to rush in.
This was his room. Their room.
He recognized it now. The wide, carefully tailored three-person bed, fitted with soft, custom linens in a muted charcoal grey. The hardwood floor, polished and warm in the sunlight that streamed through the tall glass doors. The balcony beyond those doors shimmered with daylight, the drapes only half-pulled, as if someone had opened them to let the breeze or the morning song of birds drift in.
To his right stood the towering closet with its mirrored panels, one door slightly ajar. Inside, the neat rows of folded uniforms, pressed dresses, ceremonial robes, and more casual layers. Three distinct styles. Three lives, intertwined.
And then, them.
He turned his head and really saw them.
Musashi knelt beside the bed, hair draped over one shoulder, her gown a deep violet silk that clung to her body like water. The fabric shimmered where it caught the light, its cut elegant but revealing. One strap had slipped off her shoulder, exposing the slope of her collarbone and the top swell of her chest. Her golden eyes met his as she turned back toward him with the water, warm and watchful. Her fox tails curled around behind her in gentle arcs, as if even they were moving slower in this moment.
Friedrich sat behind him still, but now slightly propped up, her arm wrapped loosely around his side, hand resting against his ribs. She wore a floor-length robe of dark crimson and black, sheer along the sleeves, rich and thick over the bodice. A single clasp near her sternum held the garment together, the neckline plunging low enough to tease the generous curve of her breasts, which pressed softly into his back. Her long black hair fell in a cascade over one shoulder, drowning all the light that came to it.
Their skin was warm, glowing in the sun, untouched by the storm still echoing faintly in his skull.
They were close.
So close.
Too beautiful.
Too real.
His breath caught again, but this time it wasn't panic. It was awe. The kind that arrived when the mind finally caught up to what the heart had been holding onto all along.
Then, gently, the bottle of water appeared in front of him.
"Here" Musashi said softly, her voice barely above the hum of the room.
He reached out with trembling fingers and took it. Their eyes stayed on him, neither questioning, nor concerned. Just present. Just there.
One on either side.
Existing.
With him.
He drank the water like a man just pulled from the edge of the world.
It was cool, crisp, and painfully good. Some of it spilled past his lips, trailing down his chin and throat, the droplets leaving little rivulets that caught in the light. Both Musashi and Friedrich watched with amused smiles, their golden eyes softening even further at the sight of him gulping like he hadn't tasted something real in days.
When he finished, he let out a soft, nearly involuntary "yeah..." and leaned his head back with a small breath. The sound was closer to relief than anything else, like the water had not only cooled his throat but washed a little more of the storm from his bones.
He handed the empty bottle back to Musashi, who took it with an almost reverent grace and placed it back on the nightstand without a word.
"Better?" Friedrich asked gently, her voice smooth but touched with an edge of something lighter. She had shifted closer again, her body molding to his side with unconscious familiarity. Her jet black hair fell like velvet against his shoulder, and he could feel the weight of her gaze even before he turned his head to meet it.
He gave a soft nod, the motion small but sincere. "Yeah. Better."
The three of them settled again, the bed creaking slightly beneath the subtle movements of bodies readjusting. He eased against the headboard, and both women followed without hesitation, Musashi at his right, her tails draped around them like a blanket, and Friedrich at his left, her hand brushing once across his arm before settling lightly against his chest again.
Silence returned for a beat, but it wasn't strained. It felt like a pause shared between people who didn't need to fill space with noise.
Then his voice came, quiet and rough.
"...What happened?"
Musashi was the one who answered, simple and matter-of-fact, like she'd been expecting the question and had rehearsed the words in her mind a dozen times before now.
"There was a break in the deck. You were too close when the third wave hit." Her hand moved to his shoulder, rubbing small circles there again. "It threw you overboard. The current caught you before we could even shout your name. We pulled you back... but not before the sea had its turn."
She didn't linger on the last part. There was no reason to.
He gave a weak chuckle, leaning back further into the pillows as he exhaled.
"Not... my most graceful moment then."
Both women huffed at that.
Not quite a scoff. Not a laugh. More like a sound of disbelief, shared between two people who refused to entertain the idea that grace had anything to do with what mattered.
Their hands moved at the same time.
Friedrich's first, fingers brushing along his jaw before settling softly at his cheek, palm warm, thumb resting beneath his eye like she was still checking to see if he was real.
Musashi mirrored her, hand lifting from his shoulder to his other cheek, tilting his head slightly so he was looking at both of them now, caught between two pairs of golden eyes that had lost none of their intensity since the moment he'd woken.
"I was worried" Friedrich said simply. Her voice didn't falter. "Truly."
Musashi nodded once, her hand still against his skin. "We both were."
"I didn't say anything-" Ηe started, but Friedrich cut him off, her hand gently pressing a little more firmly.
"You didn't need to. The sea did."
Her voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent to it. Something low and raw that lingered beneath the words.
Musashi leaned a little closer, her expression softer than he'd ever seen it. "You don't even realize how often this happens. How many times we find ourselves waiting, hoping that you'll come back without a scratch."
He tried to speak again, but neither of them gave him the room. Not out of cruelty. Just certainty.
"You carry the burden too well," Friedrich continued. "So well that you forget it still has weight."
"Which is why," Musashi added, her hand finally drifting down to rest lightly over his heart, "We've taken the liberty of acquiring the week off."
He blinked.
"What?"
Friedrich smiled. "You heard her."
"You didn't, ask?"
Musashi smirked faintly. "We did more than ask."
"We insisted" Friedrich said, voice smooth as silk. "No briefings. No paperwork. No sudden deployments. We gave your staff all the proper orders, and they were very accommodating."
"They've been trying to do this for months," Musashi added. "You just kept pushing through."
He stared at them, stunned for a moment. Then something in him cracked, not with pain, but with release.
The realization hit like a slow, warm tide.
They had given him space.
Time.
A full week.
He hadn't asked for it. Hadn't even known how much he needed it.
It was long overdue.
And in that moment, surrounded by warmth, golden eyes, and the steady presence of two women who had pulled him from death without question, it was also the greatest thing he could have ever asked for.
"...Thank you" He murmured.
Friedrich leaned in, her lips brushing the edge of his hairline. "The next few days are already yours."
Musashi pressed her forehead to his, her voice a whisper. "And you're ours. And we're not letting you waste another minute of this."
The silence held. Not heavy, not tense, just real. His breathing had evened out, though his chest still rose a little quicker than usual, like his body hadn't fully caught up to the calm his mind was trying to accept.
He let his head rest against the headboard again, eyes half-lidded, as if blinking too hard might break whatever fragile magic still lingered in the air.
"You two..." His voice came out rough, but clearer now. "You really didn't leave my side, did you?"
Friedrich didn't answer with words at first. She just tightened her hold around his ribs, her palm settling flat against his chest like she was listening to the beat beneath. Her chin dipped to rest just over his shoulder. The warmth of her breath ghosted across the curve of his ear.
Musashi leaned in closer from his other side, her tails brushing lightly over his thighs where the sheets had pooled. Her hand, which had been resting over his heart, slowly trailed lower, not with purpose, not yet, but as if tracing the shape of him was reassurance that he was still whole.
"No" She said simply, her voice a murmur against the shell of his ear. "Not for a second."
Her lips pressed gently to his jaw, just below the line of his cheekbone. It wasn't a kiss of hunger. It was grounding, the kind of kiss given in the quiet aftermath of fear, where words would only cheapen the emotion.
"You scared us" She added, her hand slipping up again to cradle his face. "You didn't mean to. But you did."
He swallowed hard. His throat still felt tight.
"I didn't mean to..." He whispered.
"We know. We told you so" Friedrich said. Her voice was lower now, almost a hum, her chest against his back in a steady rhythm. "But it doesn't change how we felt."
The hands that held him were gentle but firm. Musashi's thumb stroked across his cheek again, her other hand drifting to his side, fingers brushing the fabric of his shirt like she might start unbuttoning it without thinking. Friedrich's palm swept down from his ribs to his stomach, her fingertips grazing just enough to feel the way his muscles twitched under the attention.
They didn't say anything more for the moment.
They didn't need to.
Their bodies spoke, even in silence.
His fingers twitched at his sides, slow and unsure. He hadn't meant to move, but they noticed. Musashi smiled softly, catching one of his hands in hers and guiding it to rest on her thigh. Warm skin met his palm, bare and smooth beneath the hem of her gown.
"Don't hold back" She whispered. "We're right here."
Friedrich shifted behind him, her own hand sliding up under his shirt now, splaying across his abdomen, her nails grazing lightly as she moved. Her voice came next, her mouth near his ear.
"No second-guessing. No more guilt. Let us remind you, of us."
His breath caught in his throat again. He tried to respond. To say yes, or thank you, or I love you, or maybe all of it at once, but nothing made it past his lips.
"No talking" Musashi whispered, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Not yet."
So he didn't.
He just breathed.
And let his hands begin to move.
His hands began to move, slowly, as if rediscovering memory through sensation. The one Musashi had guided to her thigh lingered there, brushing over bare skin just beneath her silk gown.
His fingertips drifted upward, and she shifted to accommodate, parting her legs just slightly to let him explore without resistance. Her skin was smooth, warm, the muscles beneath it subtly flexing as she breathed against his jaw.
His other hand rose, uncertain at first, until Friedrich caught it in her own and brought it back against her body. She held it there, guiding it beneath the folds of her robe. The fabric parted easily under her direction, and he felt the distinct contrast, first the cool silk, then the fevered heat of skin beneath. She didn't flinch. She leaned into his back more fully, pressing her chest to him, her lips brushing the curve of his ear.
"We're still here" She whispered.
His heart pounded harder now, but not with fear. With release.
With need.
The sheets shifted around them as Musashi began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Her movements were practiced, unhurried, but full of purpose. One button, then the next, her fingers brushing across his chest with every reveal. Her eyes followed the path she made, golden and soft, and when she reached the last, she didn't just pull the fabric apart, she ran her palms across his torso like she was memorizing every scar, every line the sea hadn't managed to erase.
"You're warm again" She said, as if that was something sacred.
Behind him, Friedrich's robe loosened. He felt it slide open, the rich fabric slipping across his back as she moved. Her bare skin met his now, her breasts pressed flush to him, soft and full and unmistakable. Her hand glided around his front, joining Musashi's on his chest, her fingertips trailing lines that set his skin alight.
"You need this" She murmured, breath grazing the nape of his neck. "We do, too."
Musashi leaned in, kissing his shoulder, then lower. Her lips followed the trail her fingers had opened, planting kisses down his sternum, each one lingering a second longer than the last. Her hand never left him, though it began to drift lower, brushing the waistband of his pants, teasing but not pressing yet. Her breath hitched slightly against his skin, her voice barely a whisper now.
"You feel alive again."
He did.
He could feel himself hardening between them, no longer just reactive but hungry now, his body straining for more. For them. His hips shifted subtly, unconsciously, and that was all the invitation they needed.
Friedrich reached down with a hum of approval, her hand wrapping around the front of his waistband, her knuckles brushing against Musashi's as they worked in tandem. His pants came undone slowly, drawn open inch by inch with a kind of reverent tension. He gasped softly as the fabric gave way, and both women exhaled as they saw the effect they were having.
Musashi looked up first, eyes locking with his, her lips parted with a smile just shy of wicked.
"There you are" She said softly.
Friedrich chuckled behind him, her voice smooth and low.
"Always so easy to bring back. All you need is the right attention."
Their hands met across his hips, moving in sync, their fingertips brushing over each other as they eased the fabric down and off. Their touch was neither rushed nor coy, they undressed him like they were revealing something sacred, not just to tease, but to honor.
He breathed out hard, sharp, as their hands roamed back up his thighs, along his stomach, over his sides. Every inch of him felt alive now, like they were waking something ancient in him that the ocean had tried to steal away.
Friedrich’s lips brushed the shell of his ear as she whispered, voice velvet-smooth, laced with want. “You’re already so hard, my sweet child. Why deny it?”
Her hand slipped lower, brushing once more along his length, fingers curling with light pressure, just enough to make his breath catch. He turned to look at her, the question forming in his eyes before his mouth could manage it.
“What do you. . .”
But a hand on his cheek turned him. Gently. Steadily.
Musashi.
Her gaze was steady, glowing with golden heat. Not commanding, inviting. She leaned in, slow and sure, and captured his lips with hers.
There was no hesitation in the kiss.
It was full. Confident. Her mouth molded to his, her lips soft but firm, a low hum in her throat as she felt the tension give way in his body once again. Her hand never left his cheek, thumb brushing along his jaw as she held him there, anchoring him in the moment.
And while Musashi took his breath with her kiss, Friedrich took his length in her hand.
He twitched again, uncontrollably, as she leaned down fully now, her breath a hot stream across his cock. Her smile widened at the reaction, teeth just barely flashing before her voice curled up from her throat like smoke.
“Mmm… still so sensitive. You always are for us.”
She didn’t touch him with her mouth yet. Not quite. She let her breath tease, exhale by exhale, warm and maddening. Her fingers moved along the base, light strokes that made him twitch again, his hips shifting slightly as if searching for more.
Musashi pulled back from the kiss, her smile soft and wide.
“You should see yourself” She whispered, her voice low and affectionate. “So desperate to feel. So ready to be undone.”
Her hand, still resting over his stomach, drifted up, fingers grazing every inch until it met his. She laced her fingers through his left hand, slow and deliberate, holding it with a quiet intimacy that made his chest tighten.
“You’re not alone” She murmured. “Not now. Not ever.”
Below, Friedrich lowered her lips to his tip.
Her eyes never left his face.
The moment her mouth parted to take him in, slow and sinfully warm, he gasped. Not loud, but deep. His whole body arched slightly off the mattress, breath dragged from him in a single, ragged pull.
Friedrich moaned around him, pleased by the response. Her lips sealed around the head, her tongue swirling lazily, expertly, coaxing pleasure without rushing it. Her hands were poised, one steadying his hip, the other still stroking base to shaft, working in rhythm with the motions of her mouth.
She bobbed slowly, deliberately, every movement calculated to unravel him piece by piece.
Musashi leaned in closer again, her forehead brushing his. Her lips ghosted over the corner of his mouth, her voice like silk sliding across bare skin.
“Let her taste you” She whispered. “Let her pull the storm from you, one wave at a time.”
Her free hand moved to his chest, stroking across his skin in slow, looping motions. Not to tease. To soothe. To center. Every brush of her fingers reminded him he was alive. Safe. Wanted.
Below, Friedrich moaned again, deeper this time. The vibration sent a sharp shock of pleasure up through him, and he groaned aloud, finally giving voice to the heat building inside him.
His fingers tightened in Musashi’s. She squeezed back.
“That’s it” She murmured. “Feel everything.”
Friedrich’s rhythm changed now, her head lowering further, lips gliding down his shaft with unrelenting grace. She swallowed more of him with each pass, tongue working with slow, merciless expertise. She wanted him shaking. She wanted him grateful.
Her tongue was slow, deliberate, coating every inch of his tip with reverence. She licked along the ridge, then traced a line down one vein with the flat of her tongue, her breath warm and rhythmic through her nose. Every inch she explored was savored. Worshiped.
She moved down, just a few inches, her lips sealing gently around him as she sucked, not deep, not hurried, but with a sensual precision that made his thighs tense and his hips twitch.
He groaned again, sharp and soft all at once, the pleasure slicing through him like heat on raw nerve. His hand, still laced with Musashi’s, clenched just slightly tighter.
That’s when she leaned in.
Her breath met his ear.
A soft gulp echoed close, then a whisper.
“Can you feel it?” Musashi purred, her voice a silken tease. “The way she wants you? The way she sucks, slow, greedy… devoted…”
He gasped again as Friedrich’s lips slipped lower, her suction deepening slightly, her tongue curling beneath the underside of his shaft in a perfect stroke.
“She’s done this to you before” Musashi went on, her lips brushing the curve of his ear. “So many times. And yet every time… you feel it. Just like this. Her tongue. Her spit. Her love.”
Friedrich’s pace remained steady, just a few inches still, bobbing gently, expertly. Her hand at his hip gripped firmer now, and the soft slick sounds of her mouth working around him filled the room with a quiet, wet music that made his skin burn.
“Do you want more?” Musashi asked, her voice a hush just above a moan. “More of her throat… more of her lips… more of what she gives only to you?”
His breath hitched, caught between a groan and a plea. He couldn’t answer, not in words. But his body answered for him, his hips flexed, his fingers dug into Musashi’s, and his eyes, half-lidded and wild with sensation, snapped to her when she pulled away for just a moment.
Only to bare herself.
Her hands lifted the straps of her gown off her shoulders, and it fell in silence, pooling at her waist. Her chest was bare now, full, perfect, flushed with heat. His eyes widened instantly, helplessly, and Musashi’s smile widened with knowing pleasure.
She rolled her shoulders back, letting her breasts sway gently, just enough to tease him further.
“You may touch” She whispered. “Like always. Like you crave to.”
She slid closer to him, pressing against his side, her skin a balm of heat. Her chest met his arm, soft and yielding, her body soaking into his space with a deliberate grace.
Then her gaze shifted.
Downward.
To Friedrich.
Her golden eyes flashed with something half-lust, half-pride.
Friedrich had taken more of him now, her lips had dipped lower, past the halfway point, her cheeks hollowing gently with each pass. Her throat worked, slow and steady, as if savoring his shape, memorizing him all over again.
Musashi leaned closer again, her lips brushing the shell of his ear once more.
“Though…” She whispered, her hand slipping across his chest, “I think your attention… is needed elsewhere.”
Her fingers moved lower, to Friedrich’s neck, sliding with the same grace she showed in battle. She gathered all of Friedrich’s silken black hair in one hand, pulled it gently over to one side, baring her nape and shoulder like unveiling a gift.
Friedrich moaned low around him, muffled, grateful.
Her lips didn't falter.
Musashi smiled, pleased, her voice thick with desire. “Such a good girl, isn’t she? So eager to please.”
Friedrich hummed around his shaft in response, and the vibration made his back arch again, his head tilting back with a sound that barely even resembled a word.
Pleasure coursed through him like electricity.
He was caught.
Between lips and voice. Between mouth and skin. Between Friedrich’s slow descent down his cock and Musashi’s warmth pressed against his side, her breasts full and soft where they met his arm, her hand resting now at his chest as if to feel every tremble of his pulse.
Friedrich’s lips sank lower again.
Deeper.
And Musashi, watching him shudder, whispered.
“Let her take you in. All of you.”
Musashi's lips clicked softly with wetness as she kissed along his neck, each press sticky with spit and heat, each one landing with intention. Her face pressed against the curve of his nape, mouth moving slow and deliberate, trailing affection over the pulse she could feel racing beneath his skin. Her kisses were open-mouthed now, breath hot, her voice lower with each word, almost ragged with restrained hunger.
She whimpered against him, soft and high and utterly needy, the sound vibrating through his spine. Her lips grazed the tendon at his throat, kissing it once, then again. Between each kiss came a whisper.
"So warm… you smell like her spit and your need."
Her hand on his chest slid lower, her palm resting just above his navel, the weight grounding and intimate. She nuzzled her face into the side of his neck, lips never stopping, her words now coming as breathy murmurs.
"You can feel her, can't you…? Every inch, every inch of you she takes… how good it feels to let her do it slowly, properly… like only she can."
Friedrich took him deeper.
This time, all of him.
Her lips kissed the base, skin meeting skin, her throat flexing with practiced control. She held there for a moment, letting the weight of him settle in her mouth before she rose again, slowly, letting every inch drag over her tongue before sinking again.
Musashi moaned into his neck, her breath stuttering.
"She took all of you… gods, just look at her…"
Friedrich didn’t speak, didn’t need to. Her eyes were closed, lips stretched wide around him, her throat working in time with the soft slurps now echoing through the room. She began to bob again, unhurried, like she was savoring him with every pull.
"She must feel so full" Musashi whispered. "So good… so proud to take you all the way down. Do you feel how happy you make her?"
His breath shook.
He couldn't answer.
But his body did.
His arm slid around Musashi’s waist, slow, fingers pressing into the curve of her hip and lower, until his palm found the full, supple curve of her ass. He grabbed it without hesitation, fingers sinking in, the skin soft and pliant beneath his touch.
Musashi gasped softly, her tails curling instantly around his arm in response, coiling and brushing against his skin in long, slow waves. She giggled against his ear, breath catching.
"Oh, yes… that’s right. That’s yours too, all of it… every inch. You can play with it, fuck it, fill it whenever you want. Fill me."
She bit gently at his earlobe, then licked the sting away with a flick of her tongue, her voice dropping to a whisper thick with heat.
"But right now… she needs you. You want to make her happy, don’t you?"
His fingers gripped tighter, her ass warm and yielding in his hand, the pressure grounding him even as Friedrich’s mouth worked him higher.
Musashi's hand guided his free one upward, gliding along his chest, his shoulder, until it reached the nape of Friedrich’s neck. Her fingers urged his into place.
“Hold her,” she whispered. “Gently. Let her know you’re there. Let her feel how much you want her. Show her you’re not going anywhere.”
He did.
His hand curled softly around the base of Friedrich’s neck, his thumb brushing over her nape, his fingers threading through the dark strands of her hair as they fell to one side.
Friedrich moaned immediately.
The vibration ran straight through him. Her pace deepened, more fluid now, guided by the subtle pressure of his hand. She let him steer her rhythm, let him decide when to take her deeper, when to let her breathe.
Every time she dropped, her lips hit the base, her throat swallowing him whole. Every time she rose, her tongue curled under the head, slick and soft and maddening.
Her own hand had vanished between her thighs now, fingers lost beneath the folds of her robe, hips rocking faintly with every pass of her mouth.
She was sucking him with devotion now.
Musashi kissed his cheek, her voice little more than a purr as she watched his hand flex against Friedrich’s neck.
“Just like that” She breathed. “Give her what she wants.”
Friedrich moaned louder around him, unable to hold back.
His body started to twitch.
Just the way they knew it would.
Subtle at first, a flex of his thighs, a stutter in his breath, but unmistakable. The tension coiled in his stomach, the tremble in his grip, the way his hips shifted just slightly into Friedrich’s mouth. Both women felt it. Both reacted.
Musashi leaned in again, her lips brushing just beneath his ear, her voice dark with knowing.
“Almost there, aren’t you?” She whispered, breath warm, words wrapping around his spine like silk. “Then don’t be gentle anymore. Make her work for it.”
Her hand slid up his chest, slow and smooth, nails dragging lightly across skin until her fingers reached his nipple. She teased it with practiced ease, rolling and flicking in slow, perfect circles, her eyes never leaving his.
“I want to see you make her earn that release” She purred, her smile wide and wicked. “She wants it. You know she does. Give it to her, and don’t hold back.”
His hand on Friedrich’s neck tightened slightly. Not rough, but commanding. Possessive. Guiding her down with more pressure, more demand.
Friedrich moaned around him, the sound garbled and low and needy. Her pace shifted instantly. Faster now. Sloppier. The soft, slick suction of her mouth turned louder, wetter, her throat working harder to take every inch he gave her.
She wanted it messy.
She wanted it now.
The rhythm of her bobbing grew frenzied, her hand gripping his thigh for balance as she sank down again and again, her mouth making obscene sounds now, pure heat, raw devotion, desperate hunger.
Musashi was right there, her mouth against his jaw, her eyes glowing with lust.
“Just let it out” She whispered, flicking his nipple again, making him gasp. “All of it. Every drop. Let it flood her throat.”
He moaned aloud, his hips jerking forward.
“She’ll drink it” Musashi breathed, her lips brushing his cheek. “And if she can’t… I will. I’ll kiss the rest straight from her mouth. Nothing will go to waste. You understand me?”
He could barely nod.
His eyes were glassy, dazed, his lips parted in a desperate gasp, the heat surging through his body in waves. His hand gripped Friedrich’s neck tighter, and she responded by taking him to the base again, her throat swallowing, muscles fluttering around him.
Musashi could see it in his face. He was right there.
So she took him.
Her mouth crashed into his, full and hot, her tongue sliding into his mouth instantly. She kissed him with deep, wet purpose, guiding his tongue with hers, stealing every shaky breath from his lungs.
She flicked his nipple again.
That was it.
His body arched. His voice broke.
Friedrich let out a moan around his cock, the sound vibrating as his orgasm hit her throat like a wave. He came hard, his whole body seizing as he released into her, pulse after pulse of hot cum flooding her mouth.
Friedrich swallowed with slow, deliberate gulps, her lips sealed tight around him as she drank him down.
Most of it made it past her throat.
Some didn’t.
A few thick beads slipped from her lips, sliding down his shaft, glistening in the light.
Musashi let the kiss linger.
Her tongue danced lazily with his, savoring the last traces of him on his lips before she slowly pulled away, her golden eyes gleaming with heat and satisfaction. She turned her attention downward, watching Friedrich with open hunger as the Iron Blood beauty finally pulled back from his cock, a deep breath leaving her chest as she swallowed the last of what she could.
Ropes of cum streaked her throat, splattered her chest, clung to the curve of her breasts and dripped from the corner of her lips. Her chin glistened with spit, sweat, and seed, her hair a wild frame around flushed cheeks and glowing eyes. She looked completely undone.
And utterly beautiful.
Musashi giggled softly.
“My, my… Look at you” She teased, voice rich and warm, her face glowing with playfulness and something deeper. “You really did take everything. But I believe I made me a promise…”
Without waiting for a reply, she leaned down.
Her tongue met Friedrich’s chest, licking a slow, deliberate stripe from the top of her cleavage to the swell of her throat. The mess of cum and sweat vanished with each pass of her tongue, her hums of satisfaction barely restrained. She didn’t rush. She cleaned Friedrich as though savoring a dessert, devouring her one inch at a time.
Friedrich let out a soft gasp, head tilted back, chest rising with every breath as Musashi licked across her neck, then up her chin, before finally reaching her lips.
Their mouths met.
Friedrich’s lips parted without resistance, letting Musashi in. Their kiss was a wet, sensual dance, the taste of him still fresh between them. Tongues tangled. Moans slipped between sealed mouths.
The Commander could only watch, breath caught somewhere between reverence and lust.
The sight, two flawless, curvaceous bodies pressed together, one cleaning the other with her mouth, both of them moaning into each other’s lips, was all he needed.
He was hard again. Fully.
Painfully.
The arousal hit fast, primal. He shifted forward, breath ragged, cock already twitching with fresh need.
They broke apart just in time to notice.
Musashi blinked, then laughed, genuinely delighted.
Friedrich tilted her head, eyes gleaming as they traveled down to the new erection already standing proud between his legs. Her smile widened slowly.
“Well” She purred. “That didn’t take long.”
He finally found his voice.
“That… was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He stepped forward, both hands reaching up, one to each of their chests. His palms cupped them fully, fingers sinking into the softness, drawing small gasps and purrs from both women.
They leaned into him slightly, eyes half-lidded, breath hitching at the sudden forwardness.
“I can’t even decide who deserves it first” He murmured.
Musashi didn’t mind. She took a half step back, eyes still full of amusement and lust.
“Then let the one who put in the work reap her reward” She said, her voice like silk over heat. “Friedrich first.”
Friedrich giggled softly, casting Musashi a look of fond mischief. “How very generous of you…”
Then he moved.
He didn’t wait.
He stepped forward and placed a firm hand on Friedrich’s chest, gently pushing her back. She gave no resistance. Her body sank onto the bed in a slow fall, her robe already undone, her breasts spilling free as she leaned back against the pillows, hair fanning out like black satin over silk sheets.
Her legs parted instinctively, knees bending, her inner thighs slick and waiting.
She looked up at him, chest rising, lips parted.
“I;ve waited long enough” She breathed.
He stepped between her legs, cock twitching at the heat radiating off her. He grabbed her hips, lined himself up, and without another word, he pressed forward.
The head of his cock slid into her easily, she was already soaked, ready, her body pulling him in like a welcome home.
Her mouth opened in a long, low moan as he pushed deeper.
Inch by inch, he filled her.
Friedrich arched her back, eyes fluttering, her fingers curling into the sheets as she felt him stretch her open, the heat of him pressing into every inch she had to offer.
When he bottomed out, their hips flush, she let out a broken gasp.
“Yes…”
He didn’t stop.
He pulled back halfway, then thrust in again, slow and deep. Her moan rose with the motion, her body lifting to meet his. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he set a steady rhythm, hard enough to make her bounce, slow enough to make her feel every second of it.
From behind, Musashi watched.
Still naked.
Still hungry.
And waiting her turn.
His rhythm deepened.
Each thrust was smoother than the last, slick and deliberate, the wet sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the warm hush of the room. Friedrich’s breath hitched with every movement, her legs tightening around his waist, her moans no longer soft but rising in pitch, her body shifting with him in perfect sync.
Her head tilted back against the pillows, hair wild across the bed, breasts bouncing with every stroke. Her hands gripped his back, nails dragging slowly, lovingly, as if to mark the pleasure into his skin.
“You feel…” She gasped, eyes fluttering. “So perfect…”
He leaned in closer, pinning her hips with his, angling each thrust to drive into her deeper. Her voice cracked with each hit, a helpless cry each time he bottomed out, the heat between them thick and breathless.
Then they felt it.
The shift in the mattress.
Musashi had moved.
She crawled across the sheets like a predator at ease, her golden eyes glowing with playful hunger. Her body swayed as she moved, all curves and grace, her breasts soft and full, her tails curling behind her like wisps of silk.
She didn’t ask permission.
She never had to.
She reached them both at once, her hands moving with purpose.
One hand slid between Friedrich’s thighs, brushing against the place where they were joined, fingers circling the base of his cock with a delicate, reverent touch as it thrust in and out of the soaked folds. Her other hand slid across his lower back, smoothing up his spine, nails dragging faint lines up toward his shoulder blades.
Friedrich gasped again, louder now, the added stimulation making her buck into him harder.
“Musashi-ah-” She managed, her voice trembling with pleasure.
Musashi leaned in close, her breath warm against Friedrich’s cheek.
“You’re doing beautifully” She whispered, then kissed the corner of her mouth. “But let me help you feel even more.”
Then she dipped lower.
Her mouth moved to Friedrich’s chest, lips wrapping around one nipple, her tongue flicking with expert rhythm. Her free hand never stopped stroking where their bodies met, her fingers brushing over his shaft each time he pulled back, gliding through the slick heat of Friedrich’s folds.
He groaned, the sensation overwhelming.
Musashi’s mouth moved to him now, tongue flicking along the base of his cock as it sank into Friedrich, catching his length as it pulled back, then trailing after it as it pushed back in.
It was filthy.
And flawless.
His thrusts became harder now, driven by the heat of Musashi’s mouth on his shaft and Friedrich’s tight, wet heat gripping him on every stroke.
Friedrich cried out as her nipple was sucked again, teeth grazing softly, tongue circling faster. Her body writhed between the two of them, trapped in pleasure, in heat, in the relentless attention of both lovers.
Musashi pulled back with a wet pop, a glimmer of spit and sweat on her lips, her fingers still dancing between Friedrich’s legs.
“You feel so good wrapped around him” She purred, looking down at Friedrich. “And he looks so good inside you.”
Then her gaze shifted to him, eyes heavy and dark.
“Don’t stop. Give her more. Give us both more.”
Friedrich lay beneath him, her body pliant, trembling, legs splayed wide around his hips as he kept driving into her with steady, punishing thrusts. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each one broken by a moan or a cry that echoed through the room. Her nails dug into the sheets now, her grip desperate as she tried to ground herself against the overwhelming pleasure.
Beside them, Musashi knelt, her body flushed with heat, golden eyes burning. Her thighs were slick, her arousal unmistakable, but she made no move to take more than what she was given. She didn't need to, yet.
His free hand moved toward her with purpose.
He pressed his fingers against her soaked folds, feeling the warmth and slickness coat his skin instantly. Musashi gasped, body jolting in pleasure as two of his fingers sank inside her, burying deep with a wet sound. He curled them immediately, twisting and pumping them in erratic, wild strokes.
That alone made her falter.
She slumped slightly, chest pressing into his side, soft breasts flattening against his ribs. Her moans came low, breathless, her body shivering from the attention as she bit down on his shoulder, not hard enough to hurt—just enough to steady herself.
Her hand on Friedrich didn’t stop.
If anything, it grew more frantic.
Her fingers now rubbed tight circles around Friedrich’s clit, no longer teasing, no longer gentle—just fast and rough and merciless.
Friedrich bucked, a cry tearing from her throat.
He leaned down a little, hand finding the untouched nipple on her chest, flickin ghard. His fingers circled, flicked, pulling, drawing a broken moan from her lips as her back arched. Her whole body was locked between his thrusts, Musashi’s relentless fingers, and his own.
She was close.
He could feel it.
Her legs were twitching, her voice caught in her throat, breath stuttering.
“Fuck-” She gasped, eyes fluttering, hands gripping the sheets tighter. “I’m—I’m gonna—”
Musashi grinned, licking a line across his shoulder before moaning into his skin.
“Let go” She whispered. “Show him. Show us how perfect he feels inside you.”
Friedrich did.
Her body seized.
She let out a long, high moan, her thighs clamping tight around his hips as her orgasm tore through her. Her walls clenched down on him, gripping hard, pulsing with each wave of her climax.
That was it.
That was all he needed.
With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her.
His body tensed, breath catching, and he came hard.
Spilling deep inside her, groaning as his release pulsed into her with each twitch of his cock. He stayed there, locked tight, Friedrich’s legs shaking around him, her chest heaving as the aftershocks rolled through her.
Musashi’s hand slowed but never stopped, still teasing her folds, still curling his fingers inside her own heat as she kissed along his neck, her breath hot and shaky, her body pressing tighter against him.
“Beautiful” She whispered. “Both of you.”
As soon as he eased out of Friedrich, her body still twitching with aftershocks, his gaze snapped to Musashi.
She didn’t even need to be told. Not really. But he gave the order anyway, voice low, sharp, and commanding.
“Ass up. Face down. Now.”
The shift in her was instant.
Musashi moved like liquid obedience, her limbs folding smoothly as she turned and presented herself on the bed. Her hips rose, her chest pressed into the sheets, and her purple hair spilled around her face in wild, messy strands. Her tails flicked and danced, unable to stay still, betraying just how badly she’d been holding back. Her thighs were slick with her own arousal, her lower lips gleaming and dripping.
She was already trembling.
Ready.
“Good girl” He muttered, stepping behind her.
His hand came down on her ass with a sharp slap that echoed in the room, the soft flesh jiggling under his palm. She gasped, back arching, her lips parting in a low, needy moan.
Then came the second hand, sliding to the base of her tails.
He wrapped his fingers around them, not hard, just enough for control. The moment he squeezed, her body jolted like he’d hit a live nerve.
“Ah—!” She cried out, voice breaking. “You… you’re just gonna use me like this? Like some toy you throw away after?” She moaned out, her eyes filling with lust all over.
He leaned forward, chuckling into her ear, his breath hot against her neck.
“There’s no throwing you away” He growled. “You’re mine. Just like I’m yours. Both of you.”
She shivered at that, a deep, guttural purr rumbling from her throat.
Friedrich had barely recovered, but her crawl toward them was slow and sensual. She pressed her bare chest against his back, her arms wrapping around his neck from behind, lips finding his shoulder with a gentle kiss.
“Mm… You always know what to say” She murmured, her voice lazy with satisfaction and heat.
Her gaze fell to Musashi’s bent-over form, her breasts squished to the bed, her hair messy, her tails writhing helplessly under his grip.
She let out a soft whistle. “She looks really hot like that.”
Another kiss. A little lower now, just beneath his ear.
Then a whisper.
“She wants it hard. Just like always.”
He grinned.
And pulled her hips higher.
His fingers tightened at the base of Musashi’s tails, raising her ass a little higher, guiding her hips into the perfect position. Her breath caught, legs trembling just enough to betray how much she was aching for it. He took a moment to admire the view, her back arched beautifully, her folds glistening, practically begging for him, her breath already hitching before he even moved.
Then he lined himself up.
And pushed in.
The first thrust drew a sharp cry from her throat—one of relief, of hunger finally fed. She was tight, impossibly hot, soaking wet around him, her walls clenching with need as he filled her in one smooth, powerful motion.
“Ahh—yes,” Musashi gasped, the word stretched thin with pleasure. “That’s it, gods, that’s what I needed…”
He didn’t hold back.
Not with her.
He pulled out and slammed back in, hips snapping forward, the sound of skin meeting skin ringing out like the crack of a whip. Her entire body jerked forward, and she moaned, loud, unrestrained, her fingers fisting in the sheets.
He fucked her hard, his pace brutal and exact, each thrust angled just right to make her cry out louder each time. Her tails thrashed beneath his grip, the sensitive base twitching every time he shifted his hold or pulled.
And then—
smack
A second slap joined the rhythm, but not from him.
Friedrich, still pressed against his back, reached around and landed a sharp spank to Musashi’s other cheek, the sound crisp, her hand leaving a red bloom of heat in its wake.
Musashi choked on her moan, her head dropping further into the sheets.
“Oh fuck—!”
“You’re being so noisy” Friedrich teased, another soft slap following, her hand smoothing the skin after. “I thought you were the composed one.”
Musashi could barely answer, her breath torn from her lungs, voice trembling with every thrust that drove into her from behind.
“I—I was,” She panted. “You’re both— ngh— ruining me…”
He leaned lower, his chest brushing the curve of her back, breath heavy in her ear.
“That’s the point.”
His hips slammed forward harder now, the bed creaking beneath them, his cock driving deep into her soaked, welcoming heat. Her moans grew higher, more broken, her body jolting with each snap of his hips.
Friedrich’s hands roamed freely, sometimes gripping his chest, sometimes reaching out to caress or slap Musashi’s ass again. She was breathless with delight, eyes half-lidded, her own body still flushed from her earlier climax, but the grin on her lips was wicked.
“She’s squeezing you so hard” She purred into his ear. “I think she missed this more than she’ll admit.”
He could feel it, Musashi’s walls gripping him tighter with each thrust, her hips pushing back into him now, desperate for every inch.
Her voice came in trembling waves.
“Harder, please. . .don’t stop. . .”
He growled low in his throat, pounding into her without mercy now, holding her tails firmly as leverage, his other hand coming down to spank her again-smack-her whole body rippling under the force of it.
She cried out beautifully, a mess of pleasure and submission and want.
Her hair stuck to her face, her back glistening with sweat, her thighs shaking.
She was close.
So close.
He didn’t slow down.
He fucked her like he’d never get another chance, driving into her over and over, relentless, the room filled with wet, lewd sounds and the music of her moans. Her walls tightened more, the tension building under his fingers as her voice broke.
“Don’t—don’t stop—gods, I’m—!”
Friedrich reached forward at the same time, sliding her hand between Musashi’s legs, her fingers rubbing tight, fast circles on her clit with perfect pressure.
“Cum for us” Friedrich whispered, licking his neck. “Show him how good he’s fucking you.”
That was all it took.
Musashi screamed, low, raw, full of release. Her whole body convulsed beneath him, her orgasm crashing through her in waves, her walls pulsing hard around his cock, drawing him deeper, holding him in place.
She collapsed into the bed, her body shaking, her tails twitching wildly in his grasp.
And he, still inside her, buried deep, was nowhere near finished.
Friedrich moved slowly, peeling herself away from his back, her skin glowing with sweat and flushed satisfaction. Her body glided across the bed with effortless grace despite the tremble in her legs. She crawled forward, settling in front of Musashi’s face with a sultry smirk, her thighs parting as she lay back on her elbows, fully exposed.
She spread her legs wide for her.
Friedrich’s cunt glistened with cum—his cum—still warm, still thick, still trailing down her inner thighs in lazy drips. She looked down at Musashi, who was still panting into the sheets, ass in the air and tail flicking weakly, flushed from orgasm, and not yet recovered.
“Look at you” Friedrich murmured, voice like silk soaked in wine. “You’re still shaking.”
Musashi groaned something unintelligible.
But Friedrich’s hand reached out, curling her fingers into Musashi’s wild purple hair and gently guiding her face forward until her lips hovered just inches from the messy, leaking heat between Friedrich’s legs.
“Don’t make me ask” Friedrich said, smiling down at her. “You said you’d help.”
Musashi didn’t hesitate after that.
Her tongue met Friedrich’s slit with a slow, savoring lick, dragging up through the taste of cum and sweat and arousal. She moaned, deep and satisfied, before diving in properly, her mouth working with sudden hunger, tongue circling, dipping, licking, drinking every drop of him that had spilled from Friedrich.
Friedrich gasped, then giggled.
“There’s a good girl.”
Her palm slid down to the base of one fox ear, rubbing in small, lazy circles.
That made Musashi purr.
The sound vibrated against Friedrich’s sex, sending jolts up her spine. Her hips lifted slightly, grinding her cunt against Musashi’s mouth, slick noises filling the space between her moans.
Behind them, he hadn’t stopped watching.
Musashi’s ass was still high, still perfect. Her body trembled with every flick of her tongue between Friedrich’s thighs, but she stayed in position, offering everything. Her wetness still clung to her thighs, glistening with the light sheen of sweat and slick.
He moved back into place, his cock still hard, gliding through her folds with ease from how soaked she still was.
No warning this time.
He slammed back into her, burying himself in one brutal thrust.
Musashi choked on Friedrich’s pussy with a muffled moan, her entire body jolting forward. Friedrich gasped, eyes wide at the sudden ripple of vibration and tension.
He set a rhythm instantly.
Hard. Deep. Fast.
His hands gripped Musashi’s hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, using her body like it belonged to him, because it did. His thrusts were punishing, each one driving her mouth harder against Friedrich’s folds, each impact making her moan again, her tongue stuttering but never stopping.
She kept licking. Kept sucking.
Kept purring under Friedrich’s fingers.
Friedrich, in turn, rewarded her with soft coos and strokes, petting her fox ears, brushing her fingertips over the base to keep those delicious purrs rolling. She tilted her hips up, giving her better access, moaning as Musashi’s tongue dipped deeper, more desperate now.
“You’re making a mess,” Friedrich whispered, her voice breathless. “Gods, I can feel him inside you while your mouth’s on me… I can feel it.”
He slammed deeper.
The sound of their bodies echoed, wet, rhythmic, intense.
He watched Musashi’s body ripple with every thrust, her tails wild, her moans helpless even as she buried her tongue deeper into Friedrich. Her slick walls squeezed him with every pulse, every purr, every bit of stimulation that coursed through her from both sides.
He was close again.
His breath was hot. Tight. His grip on her hips bruising as he pushed faster, harder, chasing the edge with relentless purpose.
Friedrich’s voice turned to pleading moans, hands gripping Musashi’s ears now with a little more tension, hips grinding up into her mouth.
“Don’t stop—yes—right there—ah—”
Her climax hit her again.
Sharp, wet, trembling.
She cried out as her thighs locked around Musashi’s head, her cunt pulsing around the tongue buried inside, her whole body shaking as she rode it out. Musashi never stopped licking, her mouth working with practiced patience until Friedrich was wrung out and limp on the sheets, chest heaving, arms sprawled wide.
And still, he was fucking her.
Harder now.
Her mouth finally slipping from Friedrich as her body buckled, the tremors making her clench around him with erratic, unbearable tightness.
He slammed in one final time, burying himself to the hilt, his hips grinding hard against her ass.
His moan broke from deep in his chest as he came, spilling into her in thick, hot pulses.
She collapsed fully against the bed, cum leaking down her thighs, her face flushed and sticky with Friedrich’s orgasm.
Hours Later
Chapter 22: Trafalgar Pinned Down
Summary:
One of, if not the first Trafalgar chapter. It was a fun write honestly and I did just throw something random during the end but I do hope you enjoy!
Chapter Text
The bathroom light cast a clean, white glow over his jawline as he tilted his head, admiring the smooth finish of a fresh shave. He ran a knuckle along his cheek, grinning faintly at the satisfying glide. Clean. Sharp. Presentable.
Then came the buzz.
His phone, facedown on the counter, jittered once against the marble. He glanced toward it, expecting a system ping or maybe a late-night operations update.
Instead, it was a message.
From her.
Trafalgar
hey cmdr can you maybe like come over?? not emergency but kinda? i think i did it wrong i mean it's not broken but i cant undo it and maybe bring scissors (or not actually idk that might make it worse) please come i swear it's not weird just HELP
He stared.
Closed his eyes. Reopened them.
Still as chaotic the second time.
He turned off the bathroom light with a flick, still reading the message as he stepped into his room. The timestamp read 23:47, and if it had been literally anyone else, he might've ignored it until morning. But it wasn't anyone else. It was Trafalgar.
His Trafalgar.
Which meant, confusing wording or not, he was going.
He grabbed his essentials: phone, wallet, room key. Tugged on a black overshirt. No cologne, she liked his natural scent more anyway. And without another thought, he stepped into the hallway, heading straight for the villa suite she'd been assigned during the exercise rotation.
The resort's walkways were near silent at this hour, only the soft ocean breeze and the distant hum of poolside lighting to keep him company. But the moment he reached her villa door, he knew something was off.
The lights inside were low but warm. The faint sound of the AC whirring gently. Cool air spilled into the doorway the second he slid the keycard through and let himself in.
The whole place smelled subtly floral, mixed with faint rum, cherry maybe? Her favorite. The ambient lighting painted the open-plan villa in soft purples and golds. It felt... intentional.
But they hadn't made any plans tonight.
No texts. No half-joked innuendos. No flirtatious leading-up. Nothing.
And yet the room was pristine. Cool. Ready.
He stepped fully inside, slowly closing the door behind him.
"...Trafalgar?"
No answer.
Not yet.
But something told him, he was very much expected.
He stepped in farther, bare feet against polished tile, moving through the quiet villa.
No signs of her in the kitchen.
No humming from the bathroom, no running water. The bedroom was untouched, bed still neat. Not even the soft sound of a datapad flicking through her usual mission briefs. Empty.
He pursed his lips, eyebrows furrowed. "Trafalgar?" He called again, this time louder.
There.
A faint sound. Not a voice exactly, more like a soft thump, followed by what might've been a very awkward "...over here...!"
Outside?
He blinked.
She's outside? At midnight?
A sigh left him as he crossed the threshold to the patio, and—
His brain short-circuited for exactly three seconds.
Then came the grin.
Wide. Stupid. Fucking smug.
She was kneeling in the hammock, or what was left of its structure. Her arms had somehow become tangled in the white netting, both pulled back and up by the cords, which were now twisted around the overhead posts and her own body like she'd tried to cocoon herself and failed spectacularly. Her long, toned legs dangled halfway in the illuminated pool, the soft violet glow of underwater lights painting her thighs in glossy pastel hues.
Her swimsuit, a gold two-piece barely worthy of the name, clung to her in wet, slightly rumpled shapes. The top was tugged slightly higher on one side from all her wriggling, her cleavage practically framed by the cords pressed against her chest. One strap was twisted. Her hips arched subtly, her ass tilted just enough to catch light. Her long blue hair was a bit damp, sticking to her shoulder and neck, and down the front.
Her drink had spilled.
The glass, still barely balanced on the hammock's edge, was dripping slowly. Whatever cherry-rum concoction she'd been sipping was now slicked across her stomach and chest, clinging to her skin in sticky, glistening lines.
He blinked once.
Then said, casually:
"Well aren't you a beautiful sight."
Trafalgar groaned softly, struggling again as the cords bit slightly tighter around her wrists. "This wasn't supposed to happen like this, !"
"Oh? Was it supposed to happen just a little like this?"
Her cheeks flushed bright pink. "I-I was trying to look elegant! Like in the movies! You know, that scene where the girl lounges seductively in a hammock with a drink and the boy shows up and. . !"
"Finds her tied up like a caught sea creature?" He offered, smirking.
She squirmed, which only made the cords around her arms creak again. Her chest bounced subtly with the motion, and she immediately froze with a quiet whimper of protest.
His gaze dipped again, low and slow, taking her in. The sticky shine on her lower belly. The drink clinging to her inner thigh. Her nipples pressing faintly against the stretched gold fabric.
He chuckled.
"You look like you need help."
"I do need help" She gritted, ears red.
"Mmm."
He knelt next to her. Close. But didn't untie anything. Instead, he reached out and traced a single finger down her side, just below the spill line. Sticky. Cool.
"So... tell me again, Trafalgar" He said, voice a little lower. "How exactly did you manage this?"
Trafalgar inhaled like she was ready to give a proper field report, tight posture, chin up, but her voice came out tangled.
"I... I had a plan" She began, eyes flicking down and then away. "I wanted to set a mood. You know, like in those beach films I showed you? The pool lights, the drink, the hammock. I tested it earlier and it worked fine! But then I leaned too far for the straw, and the cords. . " She flexed a little, arms shifting above her, netting tightening around her wrists,"snagged. I didn't panic, I just, okay maybe a little, but by the time I figured out how tangled I was I couldn't... get out. I was going to call base command but that would've been humiliating, so instead I..."
She trailed off when she noticed.
He wasn't listening.
Not really.
He was crouched in front of her, elbow resting on his knee, eyes slowly raking over her body like a man handed a forbidden dessert. Not one hint of shame. His gaze lingered, bold and slow, on the sticky patch of rum running between the slope of her breasts. One drop had rolled further, hanging stubbornly at the edge of her sternum. His eyes tracked it like a predator.
Her chest tightened, involuntarily. The motion pushed her breasts upward, compressing them further against the netting stretched across her torso. She shifted her legs, nervous, defensive, but the movement only highlighted how her thighs were naturally parted, just slightly, with the way she was kneeling in the hammock. One twitch and she'd open up completely. And he was staring at them too.
"C-Commander" She stammered.
No response.
"Commander."
His eyes lifted, just barely.
"HEY."
She pouted, hard, cheeks glowing red as her foot kicked at the water. "You're not listening! You're just staring! You always stare like that when I, when I wear something like this!"
He didn't deny it. Didn't apologize either. Instead, he reached out, raised one hand slowly to her face, fingers brushing her cheek and curling lightly along her jawline. She jerked slightly at the contact, breath catching, but he held her gently still.
"You're adorable" He said, low and warm, like the words had been waiting to be said since the moment he walked in.
Her lips parted, but nothing came out. Her gaze darted from his eyes to his mouth and back again, her cheeks fully crimson now. A soft whimper slipped from her lips and she shut her eyes, failing to look away even though she tried.
He let the moment linger, thumb brushing the side of her chin.
"...Can you untie me now?" She asked, voice smaller. Shyer.
He hummed, tilting his head like he was considering it, then shrugged with deliberate slowness.
"I could" He said. "But I don't think I want to."
Her eyes popped back open. "W-what?! Why not?!"
His grin returned. This time, more dangerous.
"You look comfortable" He said simply, trailing a hand down her shoulder, watching the way her body shivered beneath his touch. "And tied up is... well. Not that different from when I'm holding you down, is it?"
Her face exploded into a shade of red that nearly matched the cocktail dripped across her chest. "T-That's. . .That's not—!!"
But her voice cracked halfway through. Her posture faltered slightly. And most telling of all, her gaze flicked, just for a moment, down to her bound wrists. Then back up at him.
"...If I'm like this" She murmured, quieter ". . .then you still have your hands. You can... you can touch me."
The last words came out like a whisper she hadn't meant to say aloud. Her thighs squeezed together on instinct, but the hammock's angle made it a feeble gesture at best. She was exposed. Submissive. Wanting.
He chuckled softly, rising to his full height again.
That's when she noticed.
Her gaze lifted, only to stop halfway. Her breath hitched.
The bulge in his shorts was blatant now. Firm. Heavy. Tented out in front of her face, just inches away.
She stared, wide-eyed, lips slightly parted.
He looked down at her, and the heat in his eyes said he knew. Knew exactly what she was looking at. Knew exactly what he planned to do.
And he wasn't going to rush a damn second of it.
His shorts slid down with a slow, deliberate drag, cotton brushing over his thighs, until they hit mid-thigh and stayed there. He didn't say anything. Didn't need to.
Trafalgar's eyes widened, lips parting with the tiniest, involuntary gasp. Her golden gaze fixated on the thick outline of his cock, now free, flushed, and twitching slightly from the cool air and the tension between them. Right there. Inches from her face.
Oh my god She thought, her pulse thudding so loud she could barely hear the pool behind her anymore. Oh my god, it's,he's just, Her legs squeezed instinctively, though it did little to hide how wet she'd already become. The gold fabric between her thighs was clinging tighter now, probably transparent with pool water and the heat rolling off her skin.
"Trafalgar" He said softly.
Her heart leapt.
"Look at me."
She did. Slowly. Her eyes dragged upward, past his abs, chest, until they met his gaze.
"Open your mouth."
Wh–what?! Her cheeks flushed again, but her body obeyed before she could protest. Lips parted, breath trembling, her tongue barely visible.
He's serious. He's really, this isn't just teasing anymore...
She whimpered softly, a sound caught between embarrassment and arousal. Her whole body pulsed with it. This wasn't new to them, not really, but something about being like this, hands bound, eyes level with the weight of his desire, felt so much more than before.
So exposed. So... his.
He stepped in.
Not all the way. Just enough to make her tilt her chin and press forward instinctively. The head of his cock brushed her lips, warm, velvety, heavy. She gasped faintly at the weight, then leaned in further on her own.
Don't mess this up. Don't overthink. Just feel him. Taste him. Give him everything.
She kissed it first. Soft, slow, reverent. Her lips landed on the tip like it was sacred. Then another. Then one at the side, just under the ridge.
He likes that, she remembered. Right there, just like that.
Her tongue came next. A slow flick under the head. Then a longer one, firm and wet, tracing the underside like she was savoring every vein.
He let out a low grunt.
That sound—guttural, real—sent a ripple down her spine.
She opened wider.
Her lips parted again, this time taking him in. First just the head. Then a little deeper, her tongue curling underneath, the heat of him filling her mouth inch by inch.
One of his hands came to her head. Not pushing—just resting. Heavy. Grounding. She pressed in deeper.
Take more. You can take more. She swallowed, throat flexing as she eased forward, her arms still bound, her hips squirming slightly in place as she adjusted to the angle. This is fine. I'm fine. He's big but I can do this.
Saliva pooled at the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin as she sucked. Gentle. Purposeful. Every bob of her head matched the subtle pulse of his fingers through her hair.
He hissed.
"Trafalgar..."
Her name from his lips hit her harder than she expected. She moaned—actually moaned—around him.
That made him twitch.
She felt it.
And she loved it.
Her thighs rubbed together helplessly now. The pressure was maddening, but she didn't stop. Couldn't stop. She wanted to give him everything.
Make him lose control. Make him moan again. Make him grip your hair because it's too good.
She pressed in further. Then pulled back. Then repeated, slower, deeper each time, letting her tongue drag over his skin with worshipful care. When her lips slipped off with a wet pop, she gasped quietly, breathless.
Her voice was low. Unsteady. Real.
"...You taste so good" She whispered.
He looked down at her, pupils dark, cock glistening with her spit and attention.
And Trafalgar? She looked up at him with eyes heavy-lidded, cheeks flushed, hair a mess, and lips swollen.
Still bound.
Still kneeling.
Still his.
His hand settled on her head, firm, not forceful at first. Just enough pressure to remind her who was standing and who was kneeling.
Trafalgar shivered.
Her breath rushed hot around him as she took him back into her mouth. Lips wrapped tight. Her tongue moved with purpose, sliding under the shaft with every bob. Her thighs flexed, toes curling just above the pool's edge as her rhythm quickened, deeper now, hungrier. Every time she moved, her chest swayed, restrained slightly by the netting that pressed her breasts inward, upward, tight.
His hand shifted.
Not pushing. Just guiding.
Testing her pace.
She moaned low in her throat, the vibrations making him hiss softly again. She didn't stop. Couldn't. She was all in now.
This is what I wanted She thought, eyes glassy with lust. Not just to please him— though she did, god, she loved pleasing him, but to feel this. The weight of him. His control. The way his fingers tighten when I go faster...
He gripped her a little harder now.
That was her cue.
She adjusted her posture as much as the binds allowed, back arching, chest pushed out, her body a trembling, bound offering. Her mouth moved faster, each downward slide met with a slight upward thrust from his hips. A rhythm building between them.
Yes. Like that. Take me. Use me.
Her hands flexed uselessly against the cords. It didn't bother her.
I don't need them. Just keep your hand on me. Keep your eyes on me. Let me make you fall apart.
He did more than that.
He took control.
His hand shifted from gentle encouragement to firm guidance. Each bob now met with a stronger push. She gasped, sputtered faintly, then moaned again as her throat took more of him. She gagged slightly, just slightly, but steadied herself with a breath through her nose and leaned back in.
Her eyes stayed locked on his.
Golden irises, fogged with need, wide with submission.
Every time she came up for air, she looked at him like she was drowning and only he could let her breathe again.
I love this. I love when he loses control. I love when I can't do anything but let him have me.
The hammock rocked gently behind her with every motion, the cords digging slightly into her arms. She felt the strain, the helplessness, and it only made her wetter.
Spit now clung to her chin, trailing down her neck. His cock glistened each time her lips pulled back with a wet, messy slide, only to sink again into her mouth, deeper, warmer, tighter.
Her chest bounced with every downward push. Her nipples were hard, almost aching, the gold top stretched to its limits. Her thighs were soaked, not just from the pool anymore.
And still, she didn't stop.
She whimpered around him.
Begged silently.
Cum for me. Use me. Mark me. I want to taste all of it. I want it so bad I—
Another moan. Another gag. Another hard push of his hips.
She squeezed her eyes shut for a second, then reopened them, staring up, pleading without words.
Please. Please. Please.
He pulled back suddenly, wet sounds breaking as her lips released him with a gasping pop. A thin string of saliva still connected her mouth to the head of his cock, and she swayed slightly, dazed from the sheer heat of it.
Then, shhhhp, he pressed himself to her face. Not her mouth. Her cheek. Her nose. Her forehead.
She gasped as his cock slid against her skin, smearing hot precum into her bangs and across the slope of her brow. Her breath hitched. Her lips trembled.
"God" He muttered, voice rough, "I barely stopped you in time."
She whimpered, trying to lean forward, tongue peeking out like a reflex. If she could reach, just barely, she could lick whatever he gave her. Anything. But his hand on her head held her still. His control absolute.
Please... just let me taste it again She thought, squirming in place. Please, I'll be good, just let me
Instead, he stepped back just a little. Kneeling now. Eye level. His fingers slipped up the side of her top, brushing against the now semi-transparent gold fabric.
"You know" He said casually, "I'd like to see a little more."
And then he tugged.
Not rough, methodical. Careful. Purposeful.
He didn't undo the netting. No, he peeled the fabric aside, pulling her bikini top down and off without touching the tangled cords that pinned her arms up and back. The hammock net now pressed against her bare chest, ropes grazing her nipples, grinding in with every breath she took.
She arched at the contact, a raw gasp leaving her lips.
Ah!! That. . .It rubbed. . .
Her entire body flushed. The friction of the cord on her nipple sent a shock through her spine, and she flinched, moaning involuntarily. Her thighs squeezed. The motion made her breasts push harder into the mesh, and her eyes fluttered, teeth biting her lower lip.
"Oh that face" He said, his grin wicked now. "You felt that, didn't you?"
She looked away, ashamed, but her moan was answer enough.
"I didn't even touch you" He teased. "And you look like you're already close to cumming."
Her head dropped, breath shaky. She hadn't, not yet, but the contact had made her pulse throb low and deep, like a fuse had been lit.
Then he stood again.
His cock, wet, throbbing, hung right in front of her lips once more, inches from her flushed, need-soaked face.
He looked down at her, slow and deliberate. Let his eyes trace the curve of her collarbone, the way her breasts spilled into the netting, the spit drying on her chin, the red marks forming on her wrists. He twitched as he took it all in.
"God, you're hot" He said, voice low, nearly reverent. "I could just stay here like this for hours... paint you white, piece by piece."
She trembled. The words went straight through her. Her throat tightened in want.
Then, he brought his cock back to her lips and pressed in again. Not gentle this time, deliberate. Firm.
Her mouth opened instinctively. Her tongue flattened, and he sank into her throat. She moaned loud, the sound echoing slightly under the patio roof. Her eyes rolled for a heartbeat, then focused again, golden irises full of devotion and fire.
He held her there. His hand rested on her head again, anchoring her, controlling her.
"What do you want, Trafalgar?" He asked, eyes sharp.
She squirmed. Murmured. Whimpered.
She couldn't say it, not with him buried so deep in her mouth. All she could do was tremble and try to nod, her thighs pressing together tightly.
He waited a second.
Then pulled back, wet, glistening, twitching right against her lips.
"Tell me" He said again. "What do you want?"
Her answer came instantly, desperate and raw, the moment her mouth was free.
"I want it inside" She moaned, voice cracked. "I want to drink it all... please, please, let me have it..."
He didn't warn her this time.
One hand held her hair. The other pressed to the back of her head.
And then, thrust, he pushed his cock deep, past her lips, over her tongue, and straight into her throat.
Her body seized.
Not from pain, but from overwhelming sensation.
So big. . .so full. . .it's in. . .he's—
Her throat stretched to accommodate him, the head of his cock pressing against that tight ring of muscle at the back of her mouth, then sliding through it. The sudden pressure forced a gag out of her, wet, sharp. . .but she didn't fight it. She relaxed the way she'd practiced. The way he'd taught her.
Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of him, coating the shaft in thick, eager saliva. She could taste everything, his skin, the tang of precum, the heat. Her taste buds screamed with sensation.
She breathed through her nose. Shallow. Controlled. But her pulse was pounding. Her body was trembling, nipples hard, thighs clenched tight.
Spit flooded her mouth again. She couldn't swallow. Not like this. It pooled around the base of him, dripped down her chin in messy, wet trails, slicking her throat as she tried to adjust, her lips stretched wide around him.
He's so deep... I can't speak. . .I can't think. . .I love this I love this I love this. . .
Her throat clenched.
She felt it. The involuntary squeeze. A flutter around the thick head of his cock as it throbbed inside her. He grunted above her. She moaned around him in response.
The sound vibrated up through his shaft and echoed back into her skull.
God, he's twitching, he's getting close,
She swallowed again. Reflex. Her throat tightened, and he twitched harder. The head of his cock nudged deeper, just short of choking her completely, and she drooled helplessly, strands of spit connecting her chin to his thighs, strings of glistened fluid clinging to the underside of her breasts.
Her whole body shook, but not from fear. From need.
More. Please don't stop. Use my throat. Use me. Let me make you cum.
She bobbed once, instinctively, pulling back a little, then pushing in again. He let her. Just barely. His hand stayed firm on her head, guiding her into the perfect angle. Her tongue curled around the underside of his shaft as she moved, pressing pressure exactly where he liked it, right against the thickest vein she could feel pulsing.
Her mouth was ruined now, wet, full, spit smeared across her cheeks. She didn't care. She wanted him to see her like this. Wanted him to remember this view.
Mess me up. Ruin my throat. I'll take it. . .I'll swallow everything, just don't stop.
And then he thrust again. Hard. One deep, final push that bottomed out her throat with a thick squelch of spit and precum. Her eyes rolled back for half a second. Her throat pulsed tight around him, instinctively clutching at the intrusion, as if her body didn't want to let go.
And god, neither did she.
He groaned low, guttural, hand clutching her head as his hips bucked forward.
There.
Warmth flooded her mouth in hot, thick spurts.
Trafalgar didn't flinch. She didn't pull away.
She drank.
Every twitch, every drop, her throat worked to swallow it all, her lips never loosening. Her body trembled, thighs squeezed shut as she moaned around his orgasm, savoring every second of it, every taste, every sound from him.
When he finally began to soften, she let him slip out with care, tongue dragging along the underside like a slow farewell. A thick glisten of cum still coated her chin.
Her eyes were hazy, dazed with satisfaction.
But not finished.
Still kneeling. Still bound. Still glowing with submission.
He breathed heavily above her, chest rising and falling in deep, heavy pulls.
"...Goddamn" He muttered.
Then, gently, he stepped aside and picked up the glass she'd knocked earlier, the drink, only half gone now, the rim still kissed with her lip gloss from before. He crouched again, tilting it toward her mouth.
She parted her lips obediently, throat sore, jaw slack. He poured carefully, slow, steady, and she swallowed the cool liquid, her eyes fluttering in gratitude. It soothed the burn. Eased the ache.
When she was done, she licked her lips once, softly.
And he leaned in.
His mouth claimed hers, unhurried. Deep.
He kissed her like he meant it, like she wasn't just the woman who just took his cock down her throat, but the one he loved, the one he trusted to be here, like this. Their tongues met, slow and warm, tasting sweetness and sex and salt.
Her moan vibrated into his mouth, needy, open.
Her stomach brushed against him.
He was still hard.
Still slick with the aftermath, thin lines of cum smeared between them, sticky trails across her skin from where he'd painted her during the climax.
And she loved it.
Loved how messy they were.
How raw.
How close.
The kiss didn't break.
Not when her lungs started to burn. Not when her lips throbbed. Not when her whole body was practically shaking with heat.
His mouth stayed on hers, slow but deep, claiming her with every glide of his tongue. And then, his hand moved.
Down.
Lower.
Her breath hitched. Her hips jolted the second his fingers brushed against her inner thigh.
Oh no. . .
And then his hand slipped under her swimsuit, no hesitation, no warning, no mercy.
He found her soaked. His fingers dipped between her folds with ease, her slickness coating them instantly. And then he pushed inside.
Two fingers.
Deep.
Hard.
Her head snapped back against the hammock cords, mouth parting in a strangled moan that barely made it out before his lips reclaimed hers again, swallowing the sound.
Hhhaah. . . he's. . . inside. . .already. . .how. . .
Her walls clamped down, fluttering tight, welcoming him greedily. Her hips bucked involuntarily, but she couldn't do anything else, her hands were still tied, body still bent under his control, knees spread, swimsuit shoved aside and forgotten.
He moved his fingers.
Fast.
Ruthless.
No build-up. No patience. Just hard, wet thrusts that curled inside her with every pump, aiming high, dragging against her softest spot with precision. Her whole body jerked with every motion. Her chest bounced harder, the ropes scraping over her nipples, the pressure burning in the most addicting way.
Oh god—it's too much—he's—he's not stopping—
His fingers curled again. Again. A hard twist inside her that made her eyes roll.
And then again.
She cried into his mouth, hips rolling, body begging.
But he didn't stop kissing her. Didn't stop moving.
She gasped into the kiss, barely catching a breath before he devoured her again. Her chest was heaving now, not just from lack of air but from the need building in her core, white-hot and impossible to ignore.
She moaned openly now. Loud. Raw. Desperate.
I'm going to. . .
But he didn't give her a chance to speak. Every time her voice rose, he kissed her again. Every time her body twitched, he fucked her deeper with his fingers. Her clit throbbed, swollen and aching, nudged slightly by the heel of his palm as he drove into her again and again.
The sounds were filthy.
Wet, messy, obscene.
Oh god I'm soaking his hand. . .I can hear it—
She broke the kiss once, gasping, her head dropping forward onto his shoulder. Her breath came out in broken, high-pitched moans.
He whispered nothing.
Just moved.
His fingers never stopped. Not once.
He knows what this does to me. . he knows. . .he knows I love this,
Her whole body clenched.
Every muscle in her thighs, her stomach, her back tightened all at once, instinct telling her to let go, begging her to.
And he still didn't stop.
Every muscle in her thighs, her stomach, her back tightened all at once, instinct screaming for release, her entire body begging to be allowed to let go. The tension wasn't just physical anymore, it was emotional, psychic, something deep trying to claw its way to the surface.
He didn't stop.
His fingers kept moving inside her. Deep, practiced, perfect. Curling just so, grinding into that tender spot with ruthless precision. His palm pressed firm against her clit, dragging over it again and again until her legs began to shake, unable to hold her still.
Her breath came in wet, gasping sobs into his mouth, her moans swallowed by every kiss he forced on her lips. Her body rocked in his hands. She couldn't resist. She didn't want to. The cords that held her arms above her flexed with each involuntary twitch of her shoulders. Her chest jerked forward, her nipples catching the netting, the rough pressure sparking fire in her nerves.
I'm going to break. I can't. I can't hold it. I—
Her core clamped down around his fingers, tight, greedy, soaking. Her thighs tried to close, muscles locked in full spasm. She could feel the slickness, thick and hot, dripping down the inside of her leg. She couldn't stop moaning now, soft, helpless cries that grew higher and sharper with every breath.
I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm, please don't stop don't stop don't stop—
She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but no words came out. Only sound. Only heat.
His fingers dug deeper, curling again, and that did it.
She came.
The orgasm hit like a wave slamming against the hull of a ship, unstoppable and all-consuming. Her whole body jerked forward, as if trying to curl around the sensation. Her toes curled so hard it hurt. Her thighs squeezed and shook, locking around his hand as if she could trap him there forever. Her walls pulsed around his fingers in tight, rhythmic contractions, sucking him in, not letting go.
Her eyes rolled back.
Her jaw dropped.
She choked on her moan.
I'm cumming. Oh God, I'm really cumming. It's so much, it's so good—
The pressure didn't let up.
Not for a second.
He kept moving his fingers through it. Drawing it out. Pulling her higher even after the first burst hit. She cried out again, breathless and raw, her voice shaking.
It's still happening, I can't, I'm gonna. . .
A second wave slammed into her, stronger than the first. Her stomach clenched so tight it nearly cramped. Her arms shook in the binds. Her body gave up control. She shook with it, her mind blank, no thoughts now, only sensation.
Only him.
Her climax lasted forever.
Or maybe it was only seconds.
She didn't know.
She didn't care.
She just let it happen, riding it, letting it tear her apart and rebuild her all over again. When it finally began to fade, when her moans softened to whimpers and her legs started to go limp beneath her, she realized her entire body was slick with sweat and arousal. Her thighs twitched uncontrollably. Her clit throbbed, too sensitive to touch. Her nipples burned where the netting had rubbed them raw.
She sagged forward.
Her cheek fell against his shoulder.
Breathless.
Drained.
Grateful.
Her body was still shaking in little aftershocks, soft pulses echoing through her limbs.
He made me cum. So hard. So completely. He didn't stop. He didn't let go. He. . .
Her mouth moved, trying to say something.
Nothing came out but a quiet, trembling whisper.
"...thank you..."
She sagged into him, completely undone.
Her muscles twitched faintly, hips still jolting in slow, involuntary pulses as the last sparks of her orgasm simmered through her. Her cheek lay slack against his shoulder, breath pouring out in soft, shaky exhales. Her legs barely held her upright. If not for his arms, she might've crumpled entirely.
He didn't pull away.
Didn't speak right away.
He just moved slowly, gently, his body easing closer, chest against hers, arms coming around her waist like a quiet shelter. His hand slid across her back, the palm warm, steady, tracing circles into the sweat-slick skin just above her hips. The other arm curled around her shoulder, anchoring her against him, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world.
She melted into that touch. Boneless. Barely conscious of anything except the way he held her.
Then his voice came. Low. Soft. Close to her ear.
"You were amazing."
Her eyes fluttered shut.
"So good for me."
Her breath hitched. Just once.
"So beautiful when you fall apart like that. You know that?"
She didn't respond. Couldn't. But her body pressed closer, like the words pulled her toward him.
"You're perfect. All of you. Every sound you made, every twitch, the way your thighs locked around me... I saw it all."
Her breath caught again. Her lips trembled where they brushed his neck.
"And your face..." He leaned back slightly just to look at her. His hand came up to brush a strand of damp hair from her cheek. "I wish you could see how you look when I make you cum. You look like you're glowing."
A quiet, broken sound came from her throat. Somewhere between a laugh and a whimper.
"I could watch you for hours" He whispered. "You give me everything. Do you know that?"
She didn't speak. She just nodded, small, slow, forehead still pressed to his shoulder, skin hot, mind barely keeping up.
"And I'll give it all back" He added, even quieter. "Every bit of care. Every kiss. Every touch. You'll never want for a single thing while I'm here."
Her eyes burned. A little.
She didn't cry. She wouldn't. But her body responded, curling tighter into his, her chest rising in a shuddering inhale, her fingers tightening slightly against the binds still holding her in place.
She felt weightless. Real. Owned, but never objectified. Claimed, but only because she had given herself to him.
And now, in this soft pocket of breath between heat and hunger, she felt full.
Whole.
Safe.
Finally, he did what he had come here to do: free her.
The knots came undone in seconds, and her arms dropped fast, limp for just a breath before they surged forward and wrapped tight around him. She pushed him down onto the cold tiles without hesitation, urgency flooding her every motion. Her body dropped with his, straddling his waist, and before he could even speak, her lips crashed against his in a kiss so raw and hungry it stole the air from both of them.
Her hands found his. Their fingers intertwined, her grip iron-tight like she was scared he might vanish if she didn't hold on hard enough. His cock twitched the moment her weight fully settled, springing to life against the plush softness of her ass. The contact sent a thrill through her spine.
The kiss wasn't as long as the last, but it was deep. Messy. Her mouth moved like she was trying to memorize him, teeth catching his lower lip for just a second before she pulled back. Her lungs ached. Her lips burned red, so vivid they almost looked painted.
More. I need more. I want his hands. His mouth. His voice in my ear while he-
She shifted. Her slick heat slid along his stomach as her hips ground down without rhythm, her arousal coating him in warm, glistening streaks. She could feel every twitch of his cock as her ass rubbed against it, the length of it sliding between her cheeks, precum already slickening the way.
Her breath hitched. She leaned back, just a little, just enough to break the kiss. Their hands drifted apart, hers landing on his chest, fingers twitchy and restless. They tapped against his skin once, twice, as if searching for a reason to stay calm, and then flattened with intent.
She looked at him. Really looked. Her eyes wide, still glassy from the high he'd just pulled her down from.
"Don't stop now" She said, her voice thin but steady. It wasn't quite a whisper, not quite a beg—but it trembled with meaning. "Come with me. Back to bed. I want you inside me. I want you to stay."
I want to feel full again. I want to hear him groan in my ear. I want to fall asleep with him still inside me, still wrapped around me. I want all of it. Every second.
He didn't hesitate. Not for a second.
His hands moved, firm and confident, gripping her thighs and lifting her with ease. She gave a small gasp as her body left the floor, arms flying back around his neck as she clung tight to him. Her bare chest pressed against his, her breasts soft and flushed, still slick with sweat and sticky drink. Her thighs squeezed around his waist instinctively, hips shifting as her core rubbed against his stomach once more.
The walk inside felt like a slow-motion dream. Her eyes didn't leave him, even as he nudged the door open with his foot, stepped inside the cool, softly lit villa, and kicked it shut behind them. The curtains were still slightly open, letting in a thin slice of moonlight until he drew them closed with one hand, the room dipping into private shadow.
The air conditioning hit them both like a wave, cold and dry and shocking against their heat. Goosebumps rose across her skin as she shivered, but not from discomfort. Her body pulsed, hypersensitive, every nerve on edge.
He went to her bedroom, her clothes scattered around, not tha the cared. Then he dropped her.
Onto the bed.
The moment she hit the sheets, she sank into them, the soft fabric clinging to her still-damp skin. Her back arched. Her hair fanned out around her head, cheeks flushed, thighs spread slightly from the fall. Her whole body was wet, sticky in places, the remnants of her drink still drying in sweet-smelling patches across her chest and side.
She looked up at him. Waiting. Needing.
Her fingers curled into the bed.
Her breath trembled.
She didn't speak.
She didn't have to.
He climbed onto the bed above her, hands pressing into the mattress on either side of her hips. Her thighs parted for him, wide and instinctive, giving him space. Her gaze followed him the whole way, drinking in the way his muscles flexed with every move, the focused glint in his eyes. Her body rose to meet his without thinking, her knees bending, her hips lifting.
He leaned down and kissed her again, softer this time, but deeper, more claiming. One hand moved to her cheek, fingers curling under her jaw, tilting her face just the way he liked. Her arms looped back around his neck, her legs around his waist.
And her voice whispered against his lips.
"Please."
I need him. Now. Like this. Inside. Slow or hard, I don’t care. I just want to feel it. All of it. All of him.
He answered without a word, shifting just enough to guide himself to her entrance. And when he pushed forward, there was no hesitation. No teasing.
He drove into her with a single, deep, hard thrust.
Trafalgar's gasp cracked open into a moan, full-bodied and sharp, her back arching under him. Her fingers flew to his shoulders, nails dragging against his skin as her legs tightened around him. Her breath caught in her throat. Her eyes squeezed shut for just a second before fluttering open, wide and overwhelmed.
Yes. Yes. There. Right there. He knows me. He knows exactly how to please me
Another thrust. Hard. Heavy.
The bed creaked beneath them. Her body rocked with every movement. He set a punishing rhythm from the start, hips snapping against hers, skin on skin sharp and hot. She couldn't find time to breathe, couldn't find words. Her body just responded, hips lifting, breath stuttering, moans caught in her throat, hands now clutching at the sheets, at his arms, at anything she could hold onto.
Her body welcomed every thrust. Wet and wanting and open, the slick sounds of their connection filling the room with each movement. Her head dropped back against the pillow, mouth parted, her tongue peeking out with each gasp.
More. Deeper. Don’t stop. I can take it. I want it all.
He was relentless. And she loved it.
Every inch of her was flushed and alive. Her breasts bounced with every impact, nipples grazing against his chest as he kept her pinned, grounded only by the weight of his body and the heat of his presence.
Trafalgar was undone, and still begging inside for more.
His hands shifted, sliding under her thighs and then around, gripping her ass with both hands, firm and possessive. His fingers dug into the soft, perfect flesh, squeezing hard enough to leave imprints. Each thrust rocked her body upward into him, her moans turning into something breathless and high as the angle hit just right, over and over again.
She clung to him with everything she had, arms wrapped tight around his shoulders, nails grazing along his back. Every time his hips slammed into hers, her fingers twitched, dragging small red lines down his skin. She didn’t mean to scratch, but she couldn’t help it. Her body wasn’t just reacting, it was begging. Craving. Pleading for more without a single word.
He dipped lower. Their mouths collided.
Not a kiss.
A tangle of lips and tongues and open need. Sloppy. Wet. Their breath shared in heavy pants between every press, every bite, every hungry suck of each other’s mouths. His cock pulsed deep inside her as she moaned into the kiss, her walls squeezing around him in waves that made his rhythm stutter for the briefest second.
Then he picked it right back up, just as hard, just as fast.
Every movement made the bed creak louder. Every breath was a gasp against his ear, every whispered yes, please, more from her like fuel thrown on fire. His grip on her tightened. Her legs locked around his waist again, pulling him in as deep as she could get him.
God, he’s everything. His weight. His heat. His hands. His mouth. His cock. He knows every part of me. He’s mine.
And tonight, there was nothing holding either of them back.
His pace didn’t falter, not even for a second. Each thrust was deliberate, powerful, designed to pull new sounds from her throat with every roll of his hips. Her skin burned beneath his touch. The wet slap of their bodies meeting echoed through the darkened villa, muffled only by her ragged moans and the rustling sheets.
But then he slowed. Not from exhaustion, not even close. He pulled back just enough to look at her, chest rising and falling with effort, his eyes searing hot. His gaze dropped to her breasts, still flushed and streaked with the faint sticky remnants of their earlier chaos.
He leaned in.
His lips brushed over the slope of one breast, just barely, the heat of his breath enough to make her shudder. Then came the kiss. Gentle at first, open-mouthed, trailing up to her nipple. When his tongue flicked out, slow and deliberate, she gasped loud enough for it to echo off the bedroom walls.
"Fuck…" She whimpered, arching into him.
His tongue circled the nipple, teasing, tasting. Then he sucked it into his mouth with sudden force. Her back arched hard. Her hands flew to his shoulders again, nails biting in.
He groaned around the peak of her breast, then bit. Not too hard. Just enough.
"You're mine" He muttered against her skin. "Every part of you."
She moaned louder. Her hips jerked beneath him, searching for friction. But he stayed where he was, switching to her other breast. His tongue lapped over the nipple, then his teeth closed around it, tugging gently, lips sealing around it again in another deep, wet suck.
"Ah—God, please," She begged.
He looked up, lips shiny, chin damp. "You like that?"
She nodded frantically, mouth open in a silent cry.
He smirked, then leaned up, his mouth crashing into hers again. The kiss was brutal this time. Tongue and teeth, a clash of heat and possession. His teeth caught her bottom lip and bit down hard enough to leave it swollen. She bit back. He hissed.
"Do that again" He growled.
She did.
Harder.
Their mouths devoured each other. Kisses that left bruises. Nips that promised more. His hand slid between her thighs, fingers grazing her soaked slit. She moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding into his hand.
Then he drove back into her.
Hard.
She cried out, head thrown back.
He kissed down her throat, biting at her pulse, sucking until it bruised. Her skin was already marked, flushed and glistening, and he had no intention of stopping. His mouth moved lower again, down her collarbone, over the swell of her breast. He licked and bit his way back to her nipple, this time biting harder.
Her body jerked. She moaned, sobbed, clung to him.
He moved faster. The bed rocked. Her cries grew louder, broken, needy.
Marks bloomed along her chest and neck. Love bites. Proof.
He kissed her hard again. She bit back, dragging her nails down his back. He grunted, hissed, fucked her deeper.
And she gave it all back. Every moan. Every bite. Every kiss.
She was his. Marked. Open. Begging.
And he wasn’t done.
She looked wrecked.
Her long blue hair, tangled and damp, clung to her cheeks and neck. Her lips were swollen, bitten, slick with spit and his taste. Her chest bore the red bite marks of his mouth, still damp from where he'd sucked and licked and claimed her. Sweat traced down her sides, catching the amber light in glistening paths. Her throat was bruised, her breasts streaked with drying saliva. She looked completely, utterly taken.
Her thighs were slick, her skin flushed. Her eyes were glassy with need.
And still, she held on.
He didn’t speak. He moved.
A hand slid under one thigh, lifting her slightly. The next thrust hit deep, hard. She screamed. Her back arched, her body bowed beneath him.
He was close. She could feel it. His cock twitched inside her, his breath a low growl in her ear.
She matched his pace, hips rolling to meet every thrust, breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.
"I'm…"
"I know" He rasped.
He bit her shoulder as his hand slid between them, finding her clit. One touch. That was all it took.
She shattered.
Her climax tore through her like a wave, raw and unstoppable. Her body convulsed, walls clenching around him so tight he cursed and lost control.
He thrust deep, once, twice, then came.
Hot. Hard. Filling her.
They stayed like that, locked together, shaking, mouths open against each other’s skin.
No words.
Just breath.
Sweat. Spit. Cum.
And the sacred silence that comes after being fully known.
Together.
She stayed like that for a heartbeat, unmoving. Both of them still coated in sweat and heat, bodies pulsing with the fading aftershocks. But then, much to his surprise, it was Trafalgar who shifted first.
Her muscles twitched under him as she gently reached between them, her fingers brushing against his abdomen. She guided him as he eased out of her, slow, careful, his cock slick and glistening as it slid free. A soft whimper escaped her lips at the empty stretch he left behind. Then came the leak, thick and lazy, his cum trailing out of her and down the backs of her thighs, wetting the sheets beneath her.
He was still catching his breath when she moved again.
Wordless, steady, she reached for the drawer of her bedside table. Her fingers curled around the handle, pulled it open. She didn’t hesitate. Didn’t look at him. Just reached inside and pulled out a toy, slimmer than him, shorter, curved with intent.
His breath caught.
She held it in one hand, already glistening with the wetness still clinging to her thighs. Then, still facing away from him, she reached back with her free hand, slid two fingers along her entrance, and guided the dildo in.
Slow.
Purposeful.
He heard it before he saw it. The slick sound of her folds parting, the toy pushing in through the mess he’d left behind. Her hips twitched, a small gasp slipping from her lips. She didn’t stop until it was all the way inside, deep, snug, filling the space he’d just vacated.
Then she moved again.
Forward.
She crawled slowly, dropping her face into the pillows, her spine curving as she lifted her hips high and wide. Her ass was a perfect arch, the toy visibly nestled inside her now, just the base poking out beneath the swell of her cheeks.
She looked over her shoulder, barely. Just enough for him to see the raw need in her eyes.
Then her voice came, soft and wrecked.
"Please… I want you again. I want to feel you... everywhere. I want it in my ass."
His cock twitched. Hard. Immediate.
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t need to.
He was already moving.
His hands slid to her hips, fingers gripping hard enough to leave prints. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t tense. She wanted this, wanted him. She arched her back more, widening her stance.
He leaned down, spit pooling in his mouth before he let it fall, slow and warm, between her cheeks. She shivered at the sensation, moaning as his fingers worked it in, spreading her open gently, getting her ready.
He hadn’t expected her to leave the dildo in or for it to appear at all. But there it was, still nestled deep inside her soaked pussy, barely shifting with the movement of her hips, glistening with slick and his cum.
And yet, she was begging for more.
For him.
In the other hole.
His cock throbbed against the tight press of her ass, and for a second, he just watched. Took in the sheer filth of it, her back arched, her ass up, her cunt filled and still dripping, and her voice shaking with need as she whispered, "Please… I want it there. I want you there. I need it."
He couldn’t help the grin that curled across his lips.
"Now?" He asked, tone full of mock disbelief. He pressed his tip gently against the tight ring of muscle, not pushing, just enough for her to feel the promise of it. “You want to try it now, when you’re already stuffed with a toy, leaking all over my cock, and barely able to breathe from how hard I just fucked you?”
She nodded instantly, breath catching as her fingers gripped the sheets. “Yes. Now. I want to feel you everywhere. I don’t care, just—just give it to me—”
He let out a low, amused breath. His fingers tightened on her hips.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“I’m yours.”
That stopped him for half a second. His jaw tightened. His cock twitched again.
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours” She moaned louder, hips grinding back into him. “Yours to fill. Yours to break. Put it in, please, I need to feel you in my ass”
He pushed.
Slowly.
Her moan cracked open the moment the head breached her.
She was tight, so damn tight, and even with the slick and the prep, he had to take his time. But he didn’t stop. He moved with care, with pressure, until the head of his cock slipped past the tight ring and into her heat.
She sobbed into the pillows, her voice wrecked.
“Oh my god, you’re… you’re really—ahh—inside me, you’re—fuck—so big—”
“I know” He growled, hips flexing forward again. “And you’re still greedy enough to want it all.”
Her ass clenched around him, the pressure unbearable and perfect. And still, her other hole was full, stuffed with the toy that twitched slightly with every movement of his hips.
She was stretched in both places now.
Completely.
Obscenely.
Owned.
“God, you’re filthy” He whispered, dragging his hips back just slightly before thrusting in again. “Plugged full, and still begging for more. You like this, don’t you?”
She nodded against the sheets, gasping, trembling.
“Yes—yes, I love it—I love how it feels—I love being full—”
He set a rhythm. Slow at first, letting her adjust, letting her body acclimate to the stretch. Every movement made the dildo shift inside her other hole, subtle but constant. She could feel both, him pounding into her ass, the toy pressing deeper with each thrust, her body caught between the two sensations.
And she was losing her mind.
The sounds she made, raw, shameless, loud, filled the room. Her moans were breathy and broken, her body rocking forward with every snap of his hips.
He leaned forward, hand pressing into the small of her back, pinning her in place.
“You’re going to remember this every time you touch yourself” He whispered, teeth grazing her ear. “How you begged to be stuffed like this. How you whined for my cock in your ass with your pussy already full. How fucking soaked you were—”
“I am” She gasped, voice hoarse. “I will. I’m never forgetting this—ahhhfuck—don’t stop, please, don’t stop—”
He didn’t.
He thrust harder now.
The slap of skin meeting skin echoed again, louder than before. His grip on her hips bruised. Her cries grew ragged. The toy in her pussy began to shift more, moved by the pressure of his thrusts. She clenched around both, the pressure building, unbearable, and blissful.
Her words dissolved into moans and whimpers. But her body told the truth.
She was shaking.
Close.
So close.
And so was he.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, breath sharp. “Rub your clit. Let yourself cum with my cock in your ass and that toy inside you. Come on, Trafalgar—do it.”
Her hand flew down without hesitation.
And when she touched herself, just a brush of her fingers, it was over.
Her body snapped, jerking under him as she cried out, hips bucking, thighs shaking violently. The toy slipped deeper with the spasm, her walls fluttering hard around the unmoving silicone, while her ass clamped around him like a vice.
Her orgasm ripped through her, wild and raw and all-consuming.
And he couldn’t hold back anymore.
He drove in hard, once, twice, and came with a snarl, his cock buried deep in her ass, spilling inside her with thick, hot pulses that made her gasp even harder.
They stayed there.
Locked.
Breathless.
Ruined.
The dildo still glinted between her thighs.
Her fingers trembled where they clutched the sheets.
His hands gripped her hips, tight, steady.
And neither of them moved. Not for a long, long time.
The room was still.
Just the hum of the AC, the faint slap of pool water outside, and their breathing, slow now, unhurried.
Trafalgar’s body lay draped across the sheets, one leg still twitching every few moments, the dildo forgotten inside her. His cum trickled from between her cheeks, a slow, wet trail down to the sheets, already smearing under her thighs. Her hair stuck to her back, her jaw slack against the pillow. But she was smiling.
Eyes closed. Safe.
He leaned over, brushing a strand of blue away from her cheek.
She murmured something he couldn’t quite hear.
He kissed her temple anyway.
Then, buzz.
His head turned toward the phone where it lay tossed on the floor, screen cracked slightly from having fallen out of his pocket at some point. A single unread message blinked on the lock screen sent hours before this:
Trafalgar
told you it wasn’t weird :)
Chapter 23: Show Me You're Mine Honey~ (A Proper New Jersey Tribute)
Summary:
I have been going back through my chapters. While I have kinks and scenarious I would have loved to try out with different girls, I always look at my first New Jersey Chapter with slight dissapointment. It's good sure but not in comparison to my newer stuff or what I believe she deserves. So, here is another. Proper.
Chapter Text
The storm pressed thick against the windows, thunder grumbling like a distant warning, but inside her quarters, everything was calm. Too calm. Dim lamplight spread amber across plush carpet and dark wood, soft and gold, catching on the curve of her legs as she stretched them lazily across the couch.
New Jersey didn't glance up when the Commander stepped inside. She didn't need to. She already had the room wrapped around her fingertip, and she knew it.
She was draped across the couch like it had been built for her alone, one arm resting along the back cushion, elbow bent, fingers twirling the stem of a wine glass in lazy, rhythmic circles. The other hand was hidden somewhere beneath the folds of soft navy fabric , his hoodie, sleeves too long for her wrists, collar pulled wide enough to slip off one bare shoulder and expose the golden slope of skin beneath. The fabric clung where it mattered and draped where it didn't, the loose fit somehow emphasizing every curve rather than concealing them.
The hoodie fell past her hips, but not nearly far enough. It clung to the curve of her waist before flaring out just enough to frame her thighs, long, smooth, and crossed at the knee like she was waiting for an artist to paint her. Dark thigh-highs hugged each leg, satin-sleek and pulled tight, the bands pressed high and just beginning to stretch where her thighs thickened. The contrast between black fabric and bare skin was sharp and deliberate, an invitation dressed as comfort.
She shifted slightly, idly stretching her legs, and the hem of the hoodie rode up another inch.
Just enough to spark a question.
The top of her inner thigh gleamed in the low light, untouched by anything but skin. No telltale strap, no elastic band, no glimpse of lace, nothing. Just smooth, unbroken skin between where the thigh-highs ended and the hoodie barely managed to hang on.
The Commander couldn't know for certain, not yet.
But New Jersey moved like she wanted him to wonder. Every languid adjustment, every tilt of her hips against the cushion, every subtle bite of her lip as she brought the wine to her mouth, it was all performed with the practiced grace of someone who knew exactly what kind of thoughts she was planting in his head.
And she hadn't even looked at him yet.
She took a sip.
Red stained her lower lip like lipstick. She let the glass linger a second too long, tongue sliding across the rim in one lazy, circular lick before finally lowering it. Then she turned.
"About time" She said. Her voice was all velvet and heat, casual but heavy with intent. "I was starting to think you'd gotten lost on your way to me."
The Commander closed the door behind him, slow, careful. Like if he moved too fast, he might break the moment. His jacket was slung over one arm, tie already loosened, but he hadn't even kicked off his shoes yet.
"You didn't answer the door" He said.
New Jersey gave a half-shrug, the movement making her hoodie slide a little lower.
"I figured you had a key. If you didn't use it, maybe you didn't want it bad enough."
There was no malice in her voice. Just mischief. The kind that flickered in the corners of her smile, right where her dimple should've been, if she wasn't biting it back with teeth.
She shifted again, knees drawing up just slightly, hoodie pulling taut around her thighs. It wasn't a show. It was just her being comfortable. That it made his eyes drift was purely bonus.
"I saved you a spot" She added, tapping the cushion beside her with two fingers. Then she wiggled her toes, bare, relaxed, painted a glossy dark blue, and settled deeper into the cushions. "Warm too. You'll owe me."
The Commander stayed standing.
Her brows lifted, just a little. "What?"
"I'm deciding if this is a trap" He said.
New Jersey smirked. "Honey, it's always a trap. The question is whether you like getting caught."
Another sip. Another pause. This time, she tilted her head slightly as she swallowed, slow, throat working, a single strand of wine catching at the corner of her lip before she licked it away with a flick of her tongue.
"Besides" She said, resting the wine glass on her stomach, her fingers tracing slow circles along its base "I had to make myself comfortable. The gala was exhausting. So many admirals, not enough brain cells between them."
"You handled them fine."
"Please" She scoffed, but it was light, playful. "I could've popped a hip and they'd have signed any treaty I shoved in front of them." She raised the glass slightly, tilted it toward the light so the red caught the golden lamplight like blood in a chalice. "But none of them looked at me like you are now."
She paused.
Then added, softer, "None ever will."
Her voice wasn't joking anymore. Not entirely. There was heat there, yes — always — but behind it, something truer. Something earned. He didn't flinch under her gaze, didn't try to play coy, because they both knew there was no point. Not when everything about them was already bare in the silence between sentences.
He didn't deny it.
Didn't have to.
Her smile grew, lips curling into something wider, lazier, her whole body loosening as if his silence was the answer she wanted all along. Her eyes dipped half-lidded, lashes heavy, but her gaze never left his. If anything, it pressed harder, like her stare alone was enough to pin him in place.
"Come on, Commander" She purred, dragging the title out like it was private. Sacred. Hers. "Sit."
She patted the cushion beside her with two lazy taps.
"I promise I'll behave." A beat. "For at least five minutes."
Another beat.
"Okay, maybe two."
And then her voice dropped just a notch lower, her smile softening at the edges. "...But I'll be good. For you. Always am."
That one hit different. Less tease, more truth. She meant it. Not just in the way she moved, or looked, or flirted, but in the way she waited. In how her fingers stilled where they played with the glass. In how her breath caught, just barely, when he looked back at her like she was the only thing that could quiet the noise outside.
Like he'd come home. And she knew it.
When he finally moved, her eyes tracked him like a predator's, not hungry, not yet, but curious. Expectant. Like she knew exactly where this was going but wanted to see how long he'd pretend he didn't.
He sat. Not close, but not far enough to matter. New Jersey didn't press, not right away. She just let the silence stretch for a moment, long enough for him to feel it. Then she turned fully toward him, tucked one leg under her body, and leaned in slightly.
"Rough night?" She asked, voice quieter now, almost kind.
He nodded once. "Long."
"I could tell. You've got that I need someone to kiss it better look again."
He glanced at her, just for a second, and her eyes caught his like a net. Warm, playful, but grounded. She was teasing, yes. But it wasn't just sex. It never was, not with her.
She sipped again. Then held the glass out toward him. "Want some?"
He reached for it.
She pulled it back, just a hair.
Then brought it to her lips, slow, deliberate, and took a final sip. She licked the rim again, just to be sure, then handed it over without a word.
As he took it, her fingers brushed his.
He took the glass from her, their fingers brushing, just a moment, just a touch, but his skin warmed like she'd slid a hand under his shirt.
The wine tasted like she smelled: dark, sweet, with a bite just beneath it.
He swallowed. She watched.
"So" She said, folding her arms and tucking one leg beneath herself, thigh-highs stretching tight across her skin. "What'd I miss after I bailed?"
The Commander leaned back against the couch, still holding the glass between his fingers. "Kaga and Yorktown got into it again. Something about strategy. Or ego. Probably both."
New Jersey groaned, dragging her palm down her face with exaggerated drama. "Ugh. Did anyone die?"
"Almost. Vestal stepped in."
"She always does." Her eyes narrowed in mock judgment. "And you?"
"I played neutral."
"You always do."
His lips curved, faintly. "Not always."
Her brow lifted, intrigued, but not enough to break into it yet. She just tilted her head, watching him over the rim of the couch.
"And what about you?" He asked.
New Jersey made a soft sound in her throat, something between a hum and a purr, and leaned her head back against the cushion. Her hair spilled across her shoulders, long and loose and still holding a faint curl from the updo she'd worn earlier.
"Hmm..." She stretched the sound out, like she needed to think hard. "Got tired of pretending to be polite, slipped out through the back, kicked off my heels halfway down the hall..."
"You didn't." He teasingly dropped.
"Oh, I did. Heels in one hand, jacket in the other." She shifted again, letting the hoodie slide a little farther down her shoulder, just enough to tease more of the curve beneath. "Came straight back here. Peeled the rest off the second the door closed."
He blinked, but didn't speak.
Her grin turned sly, the kind of expression that always meant trouble in the most deliberate way. She stretched one leg a little straighter, toes brushing his calf, and let her voice drop into something slow and sing-song.
"Well" She started "You weren't here to take it off me, so I had to make do."
The Commander glanced over, and she was already watching him, amused, fond, just a little smug.
"You know" She went on, swirling the last sip of wine lazily in her glass "You always go out of order. You start with the skirt, forget the jacket, go for the stockings before you even touch the bra..." She gave a dramatic sigh, like it was a genuine inconvenience. "It's like watching someone unwrap a present from the wrong end."
He opened his mouth, but she cut him off with a finger against his thigh and a grin that said don't even try me.
"Don't get me wrong, it's hot." She dragged the syllable like honey. "But sometimes I like to go slow. Fold things up properly. Take the time to enjoy it."
She traced the edge of the glass with one fingertip, eyes gleaming in the low light. "Tonight, I came in, shut the door, and just. . . started peeling. First the gloves, then the jacket. Hung it up. Boots off. Then the skirt. Unzipped myself nice and slow."
She paused, biting her lower lip like she was tasting the memory.
"Top came next" She said, voice dropping. "And that little navy bra you like so much? Yeah, that hit the floor right after. Didn't even bother stepping out of the panties. Just. . . let 'em slide down while I walked."
Now she leaned in, elbow resting on the couch cushion between them, breath warm and wine-sweet.
"Pretty sure they're still back by the door."
She tapped her own bare thigh lightly. "Didn't see a reason to put on replacements."
New Jersey smirked like she'd scored a direct hit. "Then I poured myself a glass of this" She gestured toward the bottle resting on the side table "and now I'm... well. One and a half glasses in."
He chuckled, quiet, shaking his head.
That earned him a raised brow.
"What?" She asked, feigning offense. "You laughing at me?"
"No" He said. "You just... don't usually drink this much."
"Excuse me" She huffed, lifting her chin. "I can handle two glasses of wine just fine, thank you very much."
"Uh huh."
"I'm a battleship" She said, poking his thigh. "You think two glasses is enough to take me down?"
He looked at her again, the way she was tucked in, cheeks flushed from the wine, eyes warm and just a little glassy from the low lighting and the comfort of being beside him. His hoodie oversized on her. Her legs bare. Her words flirty but soft at the edges.
"You're already down" He murmured.
Her smile wavered for a split second. Then deepened.
"Maybe" She said, voice a little quieter now. "But only for you."
He looked at her again, longer this time.
The way she was sitting, folded into the corner of the couch like she belonged there, legs tucked under her body in a loose cross, bare thighs gleaming where the thigh-highs ended. His hoodie slouched down her frame like it was melting off her shoulder, the fabric clinging to her chest just enough to suggest the absence of anything beneath it. The sleeves were too long; her hands were half-swallowed in the cuffs, her fingers occasionally popping free just to gesture or touch him before disappearing again.
Her cheeks were flushed from more than just the lighting now, a rosy bloom across her skin that deepened every time she smiled. And her eyes, those storm-colored, sharp-lashed eyes, had that softened, hazy edge. Not drunk. Not sloppy. Just loosened. Tipsy enough to laugh a little easier, let her guard down completely, and show every inch of her affection like it was second nature.
He shook his head faintly, the ghost of a smile pulling at his mouth.
"You're already down" He murmured.
Her smile faltered, just a flickerm before it deepened into something warmer. Something real.
"Maybe" She whispered, voice softer, nearly lost beneath the rain tapping against the windows. "But only for you."
He didn't mean to say the next part. It just slipped out.
"You had at least two glasses of champagne at the gala, too."
New Jersey blinked. Then grinned.
Before she could answer, he went on, brow furrowed just slightly. "And you didn't eat, did you."
It wasn't even a question.
She slapped his hand lightly, the sound soft, half-hearted. "Don't go dad mode on me now."
"I'm not" He said, but he still looked at her the way he did when she skipped meals before missions. He glanced at the half-full wine bottle. "This is what, your third?"
"Second and a half" She corrected wrongly, poking him again with her sleeve-covered hand. "And don't act like you haven't had your share of silent dinners."
"Difference is, I don't wear my recklessness in bare legs and bad decisions."
Her laugh was full-bodied, musical, and just a little too loud for the size of the room.
"Oh, so now they're bad decisions?" She teased. "That's not what you said last week when you spent twenty minutes with your face buried between them."
He didn't have a retort for that one. Mostly because she wasn't wrong, and partly because the image she'd just put in his head was too vivid.
New Jersey shifted again, nestling herself more securely into the corner of the couch. Her legs adjusted beneath her, crossing tighter, hoodie rising just a little higher on her thighs. One arm hugged a throw pillow lazily against her stomach, her wine glass now abandoned on the end table, forgotten. She was glowing, not just from the wine, but from being here. From being with him. The tension that the world always demanded of her had melted off hours ago, replaced by something loose, open, deeply feminine and deeply confident.
"I'm comfy" She declared, resting her chin on her arm and turning toward him fully now. "That's all this is. Don't read into it."
"Too late."
"Uh huh." Her lashes dipped. "I know what you're reading into. I can feel the way you're looking at me."
"And how's that?"
"Like you're trying to decide whether to kiss me or scold me first."
A pause.
She smirked.
"You could do both, y'know."
For a moment, there was only the sound of rain.
New Jersey didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. The teasing was gone now, tucked away behind her eyes, replaced by something softer, deeper, the kind of quiet that held weight without pressure. She looked at him, and he looked back, and between them passed a silence that wasn’t empty. It was full. Full of understanding. Full of heat.
Full of the exact same thought.
He let out a breath, low and quiet, the kind that always came right before he let himself fall.
That was all she needed.
Her body moved before either of them said a word. A gentle shift, the hoodie slipping along her thighs as she adjusted her weight, planting her palms to either side of his lap before pushing herself forward with a small hop. It was a smooth, practiced motion, and when she settled, it was perfectly, both of her thighs snug around his, one on either side, her weight light but unmistakably there.
The warmth of her bare skin soaked through the fabric of his pants instantly.
Her arms wound around his neck with slow, careful grace, like she didn’t want to disturb the moment’s shape. And then her forehead touched his, soft and still, her breath ghosting against his lips but not yet claiming them. Her lashes fluttered. Her smile stayed close.
He didn’t look away.
“I did want this” He admitted, voice lower now. Earnest.
She tilted her head just slightly, eyes catching his. “This?”
A pause.
“Or what comes next?”
He didn’t answer right away. His hands had found her waist, resting gently, thumbs brushing the edge of the hoodie where it hung low over her hips. The weight of her in his lap was steady, grounding. The scent of her skin, faint wine and warmth, filled his lungs.
“Maybe it’s neither” He said finally. “Maybe I just want you.”
Her eyes searched his, and this time, they didn’t tease. They softened.
“All of me?” She asked.
He nodded. “Everything that means.”
New Jersey’s lips parted, and a breath of laughter slipped free, not sharp or mocking, but giddy. Giddy in that quiet way she always got when her armor cracked, when the weight of wanting something so badly turned into having it, right here, right now, wrapped in his hands.
“You’ve told me that before” She whispered, brushing her nose gently against his.
“I meant it then.”
“And now?”
“I still mean it.”
She giggled again, forehead still pressed to his, her eyes squeezing shut like she needed to hold the joy in her chest down before it escaped all at once. “You’ve told me that too.”
He smiled, small, tired, honest.
She let the moment linger.
Then, slowly, she tilted her head and kissed his nose.
It was barely there. Soft. Deliberate. Her arms pulled tighter around him as she stayed close, voice hushed and warm against his skin.
“I love when you say it.”
And then she kissed him.
It wasn’t urgent. It wasn’t even slow. It was deep, rich, melting, her lips parting against his like she’d been waiting all evening to finally, finally stop pretending. Her body pressed in closer, chest to chest, thighs firm around his, and the heat between them flared instantly, not like a spark, but like coals being fanned back to flame.
He kissed her back with the same certainty, the same ache.
New Jersey hummed softly into his mouth, tilting just enough to deepen it, her hips easing forward that final inch until she was molded against him perfectly, every warm curve slipping into place like they were made for this moment, this shape, this rhythm.
She shifted once, slow and subtle, not enough to break the kiss, just enough for him to feel the intention in her movement.
And just like that, the ache turned into gravity.
The kiss deepened. Her lips moved with a slow, fluid hunger, mouth parting just enough to breathe him in with each pass. He held her by the hips, thumbs brushing soft skin where the hoodie had ridden up, his grip still gentle but firming with every breath they stole from each other.
New Jersey didn’t rush. She shifted in his lap, pressing down just slightly, just enough for him to feel the full shape of her against him, barely restrained by fabric. Her hips rolled once, slow and subtle, and she felt the way he tensed beneath her, how his fingers dug in just a little harder.
She pulled back half an inch, just enough to whisper “Still want me?”
His answer came in the way his hands slid up her sides, fingertips finding the hem of the hoodie at her ribs.
“I want this off.”
Her brows rose. She feigned a pout, teeth catching her bottom lip as she gave a slow, sultry roll of her hips. “Already? No manners?”
He didn’t answer. He leaned in again, catching her lips in a kiss that was deeper this time, slower, but no less certain. His hand slid up from her thigh, tracing the warm path beneath the hoodie’s edge until his fingers found the dip of her waist, then higher, slipping along the bare skin of her back.
She shifted in his lap, letting the contact pull a soft, pleased hum from her throat. Her arms looped tighter around his neck, pressing her chest to him again, skin warm and bare beneath the fabric, only separated by the thin barrier of his shirt and her hoodie.
He kissed her harder, tilting his head to deepen the angle, and this time his hand came around her side, fingers slipping under the fabric until his palm cupped the full weight of her breast. His thumb brushed slowly across the peak, then again, firmer now, and her body responded instantly, back arching, breath catching, hips rolling forward with the same slow rhythm that always said more.
She moaned into his mouth, not loudly, just a breathy, approving sound that vibrated through both of them.
He did it again.
The way her body moved into his touch wasn’t practiced. It was instinct, the kind that came from being with someone who knew her tells, who remembered what made her twitch and melt. His other hand moved down now, trailing along the outside of her thigh before sliding up behind her, gripping the base of her ass in his palm and pulling her closer, grinding her core flush against the hard shape beneath his pants.
Her giggle came only when their lips finally broke, eyes still half-lidded and lips shiny from the kiss. Her breath was a little uneven now, but her smirk hadn’t faltered.
“Okay” She said, voice just a little huskier now. “At least take something off first.”
He hesitated, but only for a second. Then his hands went to his tie. New Jersey watched every movement, eyes sharp and dark, tracking the way he pulled the knot loose, dragged it off, and tossed it aside. Next came the shirt, buttons flicking undone one by one. She hummed in approval, shifting on his lap as the fabric fell away from his shoulders.
“Better” She said, her voice lower now, thick with approval. “Much better.”
Then her fingers found the hem of the hoodie, bunching it up with a lazy grace as she lifted her arms overhead in one smooth motion. The fabric stretched over her chest for a moment, tightening across the curves it had barely concealed, teasing the lift and fullness beneath. Her waist tapered perfectly as the oversized hoodie rose, a soft hourglass framed by the slight tension of muscle beneath her skin.
When it finally slipped free from her wrists and fell to the floor, it left her completely bare from the hips up, and breathtaking.
She was still straddling his lap, knees tucked in tight on either side of him, her thighs hugged by smooth, navy-blue stockings that clung to her like they were made just for her legs. The contrast between the soft fabric and bare skin was striking. From the top of her thighs upward, there was nothing left to the imagination.
Her chest rose and fell with steady, easy breaths, each motion making her breasts lift and settle with a kind of casual confidence that came from knowing exactly how desirable she was. She didn’t cover herself. Didn’t flinch. Her arms lowered slowly, her body easing back just enough for him to take her in.
Her skin gleamed in the low light, pale, flushed, smooth. The glow of wine left a faint bloom on her cheeks, and just below, along her chest, that same heat traced her collarbones and the upper swell of her breasts. A single mole sat below her ribs, tiny and perfect, as if placed there on purpose.
Her torso was toned, but soft in the ways that made her feel like home. Her stomach curved in, a flawless waist flaring out into full, tempting hips framed by the V of her seated thighs. With her legs tucked around him like that, her shape was all curve and closeness and warmth, a living sculpture of want and welcome.
She saw the way he looked at her. Saw the breath he didn’t quite finish taking.
And she smiled.
Not shy. Not cocky.
Just hers. Just his.
With the same ease as before, she leaned slightly to the side and reached for her wine glass. The movement made her chest shift again, subtle but mesmerizing, weighty, natural, untouched by anything but the warm air between them.
Her fingers wrapped around the glass, and her eyes lifted back to him as if nothing about what had just happened deserved more attention than a sip of red.
“Since you’ve been so good” She teased, holding it out toward him.
He was about to take it when her hand tilted just slightly.
A quiet gasp slipped from her lips as the wine sloshed over the rim, red streaks sliding down her chest in thin lines, catching in the dip between her breasts, tracing along her ribs.
“Oh—oops” She said, voice feather-light and absolutely not sorry.
She looked down at herself, then up at him, eyes glinting.
“Guess you’ll have to clean that up.”
She shifted again, slowly rising onto her knees on the couch, chest now at his eye level, the wine still clinging to her skin. Her hands braced against the back cushion, arching her back just enough to make the view unmistakable.
She tilted her head, smiled like a woman who knew exactly what she was doing, and whispered, “Come on, Commander. You missed a spot.”
He let out a sigh, not of frustration, but surrender. The kind of breath that came when resistance had long since given up its post. His hands slid to her thighs, the soft skin above the thigh-highs warm under his palms. He gripped her there, steadying her, grounding himself.
Then he leaned in.
His lips found her stomach first, just below the ribs. A soft kiss. Then another, just to the side. Her skin twitched beneath his mouth, and she let out a surprised giggle, shoulders twitching slightly.
“Commander” She warned through the laugh, breath shaky. “That tickles.”
“Good” He murmured against her skin.
His mouth traveled slowly. Deliberately. He kissed beneath her ribs, over the slight curve where her waist dipped in, then just under the swell of one breast. Every press of his lips made her body react, a soft gasp, a giggle, a tremble in her thighs. His hands slid back, cupping the underside of them now, fingers splaying across the backs of her legs until they curved over the base of her ass.
He used that grip to pull her gently forward as he straightened, dragging his tongue in a slow, upward line along the path of spilled wine. From just above her navel to the lowest edge of her chest, tasting the faint fruit of the drink mixed with the heat of her skin.
She gasped. Her fingers gripped the back of the couch tighter.
“Oh, it’s definitely sweat too” She teased, trying to mask the shudder in her voice. “You really licking that like it’s vintage?”
“It’s not the wine I’m here for.”
That made her breath catch.
He licked again, slower this time, the flat of his tongue tracing from her upper abdomen, through the valley between her breasts, to the base of her collarbone where he paused to nip gently at the dip. She moaned, soft and high, her thighs flexing around him as the heat between them surged tighter.
“God” She whispered “Slow like that again. That—fuck, yeah.”
His tongue obeyed. He traced the line again, adding more pressure this time. When he reached the valley of her breasts again, he let his tongue drag wide, sliding across the curve of one and then the other, just brushing the underside before retreating up her chest.
Every pass made her react. Her skin pebbled, her breath hitched, her hips shifted slightly, like her body couldn’t stay still under that kind of reverent attention.
She tilted her head, half-dazed, half-mischief.
“You’re enjoying this more than you should” She breathed, smiling between gasps.
“I haven’t even started” He said.
She tried to reply, but then he kissed her just below her sternum and dragged his teeth lightly along the line he'd just licked. A low moan escaped her lips, her hands sliding down to his shoulders now, needing something to hold onto.
When he dipped again, his tongue swirled into her navel. She jolted.
“Oh, fuck, you know that gets me. . .”
He didn’t stop. He bit softly at the rim, then soothed it with a kiss. The contrast had her body tensing and melting all at once. Her thighs twitched against his sides, the muscles jumping each time he nipped and kissed again, tracing up and back down her torso like he couldn’t decide whether to consume or savor her.
Her voice was growing breathier, her laughs slipping into moans, little gasps that turned to hums whenever he changed the rhythm. Her back arched, pressing her chest toward him with unspoken invitation.
His hands remained firm, one gripping the back of her thigh, the other sliding up to cup the full curve of her ass, squeezing gently as he kissed his way back down again, only to rise slower the second time.
Every inch of her was warm and trembling beneath his tongue, her body opening to him in flickers of soft sound and rising heat.
She was losing herself, and she knew it.
And she loved it.
Her breath was coming faster now.
Each pass of his mouth up her stomach made her squirm, not to get away, but to get more. Her thighs squeezed tighter around his hips, grounding herself. Her hands found his hair, fingers threading in slowly, tugging lightly each time his tongue flicked in a way that made her nerves flare and her breath catch.
He was taking his time. Worshipping her. And for a while, that was perfect.
But New Jersey wasn’t built to stay still for long.
When his mouth dragged up her sternum again, leaving another wet trail along her flushed skin, she let out a shaky breath and leaned her head back, eyes fluttering. “You’re gonna kill me like this.”
“I thought you liked slow” He murmured against her breastbone.
“I do” She breathed. “But I like you more. And right now? I need more of you. All of you.”
He kissed just beneath her collarbone. “That a request?”
“No” She said, her voice dipping, hips subtly pressing forward until he could feel the heat of her center, barely clothed by anything but the pressure of her against his pants. “That’s me taking initiative.”
Before he could respond, she pushed herself up on her knees a little more. Her chest slid higher against his face as she leaned in, one hand trailing down his chest, past his stomach, down to the waistband of his pants. She paused there, fingers toying at the edge.
“Off” She whispered, looking him in the eye. “Now.”
There was no teasing in her voice this time. Just need. Just command. The kind of voice that reminded him she was a battleship, after all.
He obeyed, hands moving quickly to undo the button and fly, lifting his hips slightly as she helped push the fabric down just far enough to free him. Her hand wrapped around him immediately, warm and firm, her thumb brushing slowly along the top.
Her smile returned, not quick, not sharp, but slow and sultry, blooming like heat under silk. She kissed the hinge of his jaw, just beneath the ear, her breath warm and sweet from wine.
“You’re already hard” She murmured, lips grazing his skin. “Didn’t even have to touch you yet.”
Her hand drifted lower, over his stomach, past the line of muscle, until her fingers slid beneath the waistband of his underwear. She didn’t tug right away, just let her palm rest there, heat to heat, the promise of what was coming more potent than the act itself.
Then she moved, smooth, certain, pulling the fabric down with one hand as she eased herself up on her knees. The elastic brushed over him, and his length sprang free, half-hard and twitching from the pressure, flushed and glistening at the tip.
She looked down at him, and her smile grew.
“God” She whispered, fingers wrapping gently around the base. “You’re already leaking. All I did was take my top off.” Her grip was loose at first, more exploration than intent, but her thumb circled the tip with maddening patience.
One slow stroke. Then another, tighter. Her hand moved like she’d done it a thousand times, not routine, but ritual, each pass designed to keep him on the edge of full need without giving him the satisfaction of asking.
“You’ve been holding back” She said, her voice softer now, almost reverent. “All night. I could feel it when you walked in. Like you didn’t know whether to kiss me or bend me over the couch.”
She leaned forward again, her breasts brushing his chest as she stared into his eyes.
“This is what you do to me” She whispered. “You make me ache. You make me wet just thinking about touching you. I was soaked before the wine even hit my lips.”
He reached up to cup her waist, but she placed her free hand flat against his chest and gave him the gentlest push.
“Not yet” She said, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Let me do this.”
Her hips rose just slightly, and with her stroking hand, she guided him, one slow movement, the thick head of him brushing between her folds, slick already with her own need. She hissed at the contact, not in pain, but in desperate satisfaction.
“Fuck… yeah” She breathed. “Right there. Just like that.”
She lined herself up with practiced ease, pausing for a breath, savoring the tension.
Then she began to sink down, slowly, achingly, her body parting around him in gradual waves of pressure and heat. She gasped, loud and unfiltered, mouth falling open as the stretch filled her completely.
“Oh God” She whispered, shivering as she took him inch by inch. “You always feel like this. So deep. So thick…”
Her thighs shook, just slightly, as she took him all the way in. Her palms found his chest for balance, fingers curling, nails dragging lightly over his skin as she finally, finally settled against his hips.
She didn’t move.
Not yet.
She just sat there, seated full, heart hammering, breath ragged, her eyes locked on his like nothing else existed.
And then she smiled again. Slow. Intimate.
“I’ve wanted this all night” She said, voice low and full of heat. “And I’m not going to waste a second of it.”
New Jersey stayed there for a long second, seated in his lap, completely still except for the subtle tremble in her thighs. Her breath caught in her chest as her body adjusted around him, nerves lit up and stretched tight. She didn’t flinch, she savored. Her hands curled slightly against his chest, and her eyes never left his face.
“You always fill me like this” She murmured, voice breathy but sure. “Like you were made for it. For me.”
Then she moved. Just a little. A slow grind of her hips that barely lifted her, just enough to make him twitch inside her, make her walls flutter from the shift. Her head tilted back and she let out a low, velvety moan that vibrated all the way through his hands still gripping her waist.
Her thighs flexed again, raising her slowly, almost lazily, until only the tip of him remained inside. Then she sank back down, not fast, not yet. Her breath hitched again, chest heaving as the pleasure rolled through her in warm, steady waves.
She rolled her hips in a circle at the base, moaning through her teeth as her clit pressed firm against his lower stomach.
“Fuck… this is gonna get messy” She whispered, grinning through it, one hand moving to brace against the couch behind him while the other slid up into her hair, tugging lightly to help her focus.
He groaned low, hands gripping her hips, guiding her through another roll.
She giggled through a breathless noise, chest rising and falling, her nipples brushing against his skin, still damp where wine had streaked and dried. Her whole body was flushed now, glowing, heated, hungry, and when she rode him again, it was a little faster, a little harder.
Not frantic. Not yet.
Just building.
Each rise and fall sent a wet sound echoing between them, slick and honest, the sound of her arousal mixing with her mounting pleasure. Her thighs clenched around his waist with every bounce, her breath stuttering in time with her rhythm.
She leaned in again, resting one hand on his shoulder now, bringing her lips close to his ear.
“You’re so deep” She whispered, voice unsteady now. “You feel so good. I can’t— I don’t wanna stop.”
He grunted beneath her, bucking up just once, enough to make her gasp and dig her nails into his chest. Her head dropped to his shoulder, lips pressing there as her hips started to pick up pace, the wet clap of her thighs against his lap growing louder.
And then her voice, needy, ragged, soft and aching all at once.
“Tell me you missed this” She panted. “Tell me you missed me.”
He reached up, one hand sliding behind her back, the other squeezing her ass as he thrust up into her now, meeting her pace with one of his own.
“I never stop missing you” He growled into her ear.
Her moan was sharp, involuntary, hips stuttering for just a beat as the words hit something raw in her. She bit her lip hard and looked down at him, flushed, dazed, but still grinning through the haze.
“… I love when you say things like that.”
She kissed him then. Deep, messy, full of tongue and heat. Her hips never stopped. Her body moved with practiced rhythm now, chasing something close, something tight in her gut that had been building since he first kissed her stomach.
He let her lead. He always did, when she got like this, wild but focused, playful but aching to be claimed. His hands never left her body, guiding her pace when it faltered, encouraging every bounce with firm pressure at her hips and thighs.
Her moans got louder. More frantic.
He could feel it in her body, the way her breath broke, the tension in her thighs, how her walls clenched tighter with every grind.
“Commander…” She whimpered against his neck, voice cracking with the weight of it. “I’m— I’m close—”
“Then don’t stop” He said, thrusting up again, deep and sharp. “Cum for me, Jersey.”
Her body seized.
She gasped, eyes wide and unfocused, and rode him harder, chasing that edge with desperate, frantic rolls of her hips until it hit her all at once. Her whole body shuddered, thighs locking around him, arms wrapped tight around his shoulders as her orgasm pulsed through her in waves.
She moaned against his skin, breath caught in her throat, nails dragging along his back as her hips slowed and trembled against his.
She didn’t stop moving, even then.
She kept grinding, slower now, deeper, as if trying to milk every last drop of pleasure from the moment. Her voice was soft now, broken by aftershocks.
“Still not done?” She whispered, pulling back just enough to look at him with glassy eyes and a satisfied, wicked smile. “You’re not even close to done, are you?”
He shook his head, breath ragged, hands still gripping her like a lifeline.
And she smiled.
“Good” She said. “Because I’m not getting off this cock until I make you come so hard you forget your own damn name.”
She didn’t give him time to breathe. Didn’t let the moment cool.
Even as the tremors of her orgasm rolled off her skin in faint shivers, she stayed right where she was, buried down on him, hips flush to his, her warmth clenching and fluttering around him like a second heartbeat.
His hands gripped her hips, his eyes half-lidded from the pressure, jaw tight from how close he was, how close she’d let him get.
New Jersey leaned forward, bracing her palms against his chest. Her weight settled on him like a promise, her flushed breasts swaying ever so slightly as her body moved just enough to tease.
She grinned down at him.
“Still holding on?” She whispered.
He gave her a look. Half warning. Half plea.
She laughed. Low, soft, wicked. “Oh, honey. You know I love that face.”
Then she started to move again. Slowly. Not bouncing, not thrusting, just grinding. Circling her hips in lazy, tight figure-eights, letting the full length of him drag against her with each pass.
The pressure was maddening.
He groaned, low and deep in his chest, trying to buck up into her, but she braced harder, flattening him with her weight.
“Uh-uh” She said, voice pure silk. “You don’t get to take control. Not tonight.”
She leaned down, nose brushing his, eyes locking.
“You want to cum?” She asked, her lips just barely touching his. “Then you’ll do it when I say. Not a second before.”
Her grinding picked up, a little faster, a little tighter, and his hands squeezed at her thighs, trying to hold onto something, anything, as the heat built again with terrifying speed.
And just when he reached that point, that unbearable peak where his breath stuttered and his hips twitched, ready to release—
She stopped.
Dead still.
He gasped. His head dropped back against the couch cushion, teeth gritting.
New Jersey giggled, rocking her hips once, just enough to make him twitch helplessly.
“Oh no” She teased, brushing a kiss over his throat. “Not yet. You don’t get off that easy.”
She rolled her hips again, slower this time. Drawing him back up, dragging him along with her pace until the ache returned, until he was hard enough to pulse with every heartbeat, his body screaming for release.
“You feel so good inside me” She whispered, her lips brushing against his collarbone. “Thick. Hot. So desperate. You love when I use you like this, don’t you?”
He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His breath was ragged now, hands trembling on her hips, holding her tighter as she rode the line between pleasure and torture.
“Say it” She urged, her voice dipping, her walls squeezing him just slightly as she ground down again. “Say you love being inside me.”
“I do” He growled, voice raw.
She moaned, sharp and needy, and rewarded him with three slow, full bounces. Her ass clapped softly against his thighs, skin to skin, the sound lewd and perfect in the quiet room.
“You’re gonna cum so hard for me” She whispered, nipping his earlobe, hips rolling again. “But not yet. You’ll beg first.”
She started a rhythm now, up, down, grind, stop. Just enough to keep him right on that edge. Just enough to make every nerve in his body scream for release.
And then she stopped again.
He cursed, body jerking beneath her.
She laughed. “I could do this all night.”
One of her hands slid down between them, fingertips grazing where their bodies were joined, her slick smearing over his shaft as she touched herself just enough to jolt her hips into another roll.
Her moan vibrated against his chest. “Fuck, you’re so deep…”
Her fingers circled her clit lazily, teasing herself with just enough friction to make her hips twitch. She moaned again, louder this time, lips parted and breath hot against his skin.
But just as he felt her settle into a real rhythm, her pace building, tight and sure. . .
She stopped.
Again.
He groaned, hips jerking up into her without permission, and she shivered at the feeling, but held herself still. Her muscles clenched around him involuntarily, betraying how badly she needed to move too. But she was stubborn. She wanted to make it last. Wanted to see him beg.
“Not yet” She whispered again, leaning close, forehead pressing to his. “I’m not done playing.”
His fingers dug into her thighs now, trembling from restraint, from the white-hot ache pooling in his core.
“You’re cruel” He managed to mutter.
New Jersey giggled, kissing the corner of his mouth. “And you love it.”
Then she moved. For real this time.
Her hips dropped, hard, and the sound of her ass smacking against his lap cracked through the room like lightning.
Again.
And again.
Each bounce was fast, wet, punishing. Her thighs flexed with the motion, her head tilted back now, hair falling wild down her shoulders, her breasts bouncing freely in time with her rhythm.
She moaned with every movement. Unfiltered. Loud. Desperate.
“Oh fuck, yes” She gasped. “That’s it—right there—yes—”
He met her pace now, thrusting up into her each time she came down, driving deeper, harder, matching the sound of skin on skin, the thick slap and wet squelch filling the room in a symphony of raw, unashamed pleasure.
Her hands clawed at his shoulders for balance as she rode him faster, sweat beading at her temple, her thighs shaking from the pace but refusing to slow down.
“I’m gonna. . .” She gasped, voice breaking, “I’m gonna cum again—fuck—Commander—don’t stop—”
He didn’t. He couldn’t. His hands locked on her hips and drove her down again and again, guiding her, fucking up into her as their pace became frantic.
Her walls pulsed around him, tighter and tighter, her whole body coiling like a spring.
Then. . .
She broke.
Her head snapped forward, mouth open in a silent scream as her climax hit her like a tidal wave. Her thighs clamped around his waist, her nails scraped down his chest, and her entire body convulsed as her orgasm tore through her.
That was all it took.
He growled low and let go, buried deep inside her as his own climax surged. Hot pulses filled her, deep and overwhelming, and she gasped at the sensation, her body trembling as she felt every drop.
They stayed like that, locked together, both of them trembling, bodies soaked with sweat, breathing into each other’s skin.
New Jersey collapsed against him, chest to chest, her heart hammering. She didn’t move, didn’t speak. Just lay there, her forehead pressed to his, their breath syncing one ragged inhale at a time.
The moments passed and she was still shaking against him when his hand came down, sharp and sudden, right across the curve of her ass.
Smack.
She gasped, body jolting in his lap, her head lifting with surprise and heat in her eyes.
“That” He said, his voice low and rough in her ear “Is for nearly burning out my nerves.”
Her breath stuttered. Her mouth parted in a grin, flushed, wild, beautiful.
“Mmm. That so?” She hummed, hips rolling slowly, greedily against his softening cock still buried deep inside her. “Guess I had that coming.”
Another smack landed just beneath the first. His right palm again, firm, fast, sharp enough to make her thighs quiver around him.
“Oh fuck” She whispered, legs tightening at his sides. “That onem shit~”
His left hand was already at her chest, fingers spreading wide, cupping the fullness of her breast and squeezing like he owned it. His thumb brushed over her nipple and she twitched in his lap, lips parting with a soft, needy cry.
“You don’t get to ruin me like that” He growled, voice thick and breathless “And not pay for it.”
Smack.
Her breath hitched. Her spine arched. Her head dropped back as pleasure and regret for rolling her hips again tangled violently in her stomach. Though she didn't actually regret shit.
“You’re not even hard anymore” She panted. “And I’m still. . .I’m still clenching around nothing—”
“You’re clenching around me” He said, fingers pinching her nipple just enough to make her whimper.
“Semantics” She gasped, shuddering as another spank sent a hot ripple through her hips. Her pussy pulsed helplessly around his softening length, still slick and soaked from everything they'd just shared.
But even as her body trembled, as her orgasm aftershock melted her limbs, she couldn’t stop smiling. Wild. Glowing. Wrecked.
“I love when you lose control like that” She breathed. “I love it.”
He growled again, dragging her down by the hips, grinding her against his half-hard shaft. His palm rose and fell again, the sting making her hips stutter.
“Then take your punishment” He said, voice thick. “You earned every second.”
She moaned into his neck, her breath coming in hot, desperate bursts now, her whole body twitching each time his hand connected with her skin.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
The sounds were addictive, wet and sharp and perfect, and the blush across her ass bloomed brighter with every slap. Her walls were still clenching around him with every impact, rippling with overstimulated want.
And he wasn’t done.
His hand at her breast squeezed again, rough and needy, as his mouth brushed her ear.
“You gonna come again just from this?” He asked, voice dark velvet.
She couldn’t answer. Not with words. Just a strangled moan, her nails digging into his shoulders, her hips grinding harder now, chasing friction, chasing anything.
“Thought you were in control” He whispered, biting her earlobe. “What happened to my perfect, dominant battleship?”
“She—ah—she needed a break” She gasped, barely coherent. “Thought you’d… take over. . . like this. . .”
She was still catching her breath against his neck when she felt it, the slow, swelling pressure of him thickening inside her again. The twitch. The heat. The unmistakable return of want.
Her thighs clenched around him, and she let out a soft whimper, part surprise, part delight.
“Oh?” She breathed, voice husky, lips still brushing his ear. “Already?”
His hands settled at her waist again, thumbs stroking the flushed skin just above the curve of her ass. He didn’t say anything, just let her feel it. Let her know.
She lifted her head, hair sticking to her cheek in damp strands. Her eyes met his, glassy and heavy-lidded, and full of unmistakable hunger.
“…Wanna go again?” She whispered, quieter this time, the words almost too soft to hear.
He didn’t need to answer. Not with words. His body already was.
Still, he leaned in, kissing her jaw, letting the weight of his breath ask the only question he needed: What do you want?
Her smile was back. Small. Crooked. But oh so her.
She reached behind her, wrapping her fingers around the same hand that had painted her ass red. Then she pulled it down, further, guiding it between her cheeks until his fingertips brushed lower, softer, tighter.
Right over her back hole.
His eyes widened, not from inexperience, but from the boldness.
Her hips gave a little roll, pressing into his touch.
“You’ve been here before, Commander” She teased, breathless but steady, her voice melting from sultry to smug. “So… why not again?”
He exhaled a long, low sound that wasn’t quite a groan, wasn’t quite a laugh. Just pure approval.
Then she lifted off of him. slow, her body trembling just enough to prove how good that first round had truly hit, and she swung her legs around, planting her knees on the couch cushions as she lowered her chest, cheek against the pillow, arms folded beneath her.
She looked over her shoulder, watching him, her ass raised in perfect invitation.
“Fuck” He muttered.
The marks he’d left were clear, five crimson handprints, perfectly symmetrical, painting each cheek like a warning and a promise. Her slick still clung to her thighs, glistening. Her entrance twitched, still fluttering from the orgasm she’d just ridden out on him. And just above that, the tight ring of muscle she'd just offered him now winked faintly with every breath.
She giggled when she caught him staring.
“I’m not gonna be able to sit right for a week.”
“You can sit on me” He replied smoothly, kneeling behind her.
She snorted. “I’ll sit on your face.”
“Promise?”
Her hips wiggled, ass shaking side to side like a dare. “Not unless you make it through this first.”
His hands were already at her hips again, fingers squeezing over the curve where red met pale. He leaned down, kissing one cheek, right where his palm had landed last, then biting gently, dragging his teeth across the bruised skin until she shivered.
Her breath hitched at the bite, soft and sharp, her body pressing back instinctively into his mouth. She loved when he did that, claimed her without a single word, like her skin belonged to him and he knew it.
“You’re staring” She murmured, voice muffled against the pillow, her hips still gently rolling. “Gonna do something, or just admire?”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, his thumbs spread her gently, reverently, exposing everything.
She gasped softly, feeling the air brush over her still-sensitive folds, over her slick and swollen entrance, and just a little higher, over that tight, untouched ring he’d touched only once before. Not shy, not afraid. Just testing. Just tasting.
“Well…” He murmured, more to himself than her. “You look perfect like this.”
She smirked into the pillow. “Told you.”
He leaned in, breath warm, and kissed the small of her back. Then again, higher this time. His lips traced a slow, winding path upward, between the dimples at her hips, along the knobs of her spine, while his hands stayed spread over her cheeks, holding her open, thumbs rubbing slow, idle circles just beside where she wanted them most.
Then she felt it, his mouth lowering again, but not to her back this time.
Lower.
Lower.
A soft, deliberate kiss, right on the place she’d offered.
Her whole body jerked.
“Oh f-fuck—Commander—”
He didn’t stop. Just licked once, slow, flat-tongued, tracing the seam of her most taboo place like it was nothing to him, like it was just another part of her to be adored. And in that moment, it was.
Her thighs quivered, her fists curling tighter in the pillow, and she groaned low, deep in her chest.
“You like that?” He whispered, voice rough.
“Shit—yes” She gasped, already breathless. “You know I do.”
He chuckled softly against her skin, and did it again, slower this time, longer, with a little more pressure, his thumbs spreading her just enough to expose her fully as he licked and tasted and teased.
By the third pass, her moans had gone shameless. She was grinding down onto the cushion now, her slick dripping down her thighs, every nerve alight.
He didn’t rush. Took his time. Worshipped her with mouth and breath until she was trembling, panting, begging.
“Please” She gasped, “Please, Commander—I need—”
“You want it?”
Her hips bucked.
“You offering yourself to me again, Jersey?”
“I’m offering everything” She said, twisting to glance at him over her shoulder, her eyes wild, glassy, blown wide with need. “So take it.”
He pulled back, just slightly, enough to grab the small bottle of lube she kept nearby, just in case. The cap popped open, the sound a quiet click in the air thick with heat, and the moment he poured it over his fingers, she knew what was coming.
His hand pressed against her again. One thumb spreading, the other gently rubbing, circling the tight ring of muscle in slow, practiced motions. She tensed at first, always did, but not from fear. Just the anticipation.
Then his slicked finger pressed in.
She inhaled sharply, her back arching. “Ohhh—God…”
He went slow, impossibly slow, letting her feel every inch as his finger slipped past the resistance and into the tight heat of her ass. She gasped again, her thighs shaking.
“You’re so tight” He growled, leaning in to kiss between her shoulders. “So fucking perfect here.”
She whimpered, an honest, raw sound, and pressed back onto his hand, taking him deeper, her hips rolling.
A second finger joined the first. She choked on a moan.
He worked her open gently, thoroughly, never breaking contact with her skin, mouth brushing her spine, shoulder, cheek. His other hand gripped her thigh, grounding her, anchoring her.
“More” She breathed. “Please, I can take more.”
He slid his fingers out and positioned himself behind her, his cock now slick and thick and flushed deep red from the stimulation and from watching her melt just from his hands.
He guided the tip to her, and rubbed it against her gently, once, twice, circling the tight ring with firm but patient pressure.
Then he leaned in again, kissing the back of her neck.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it.”
“Say it.”
“I want you” She gasped. “In my ass. Now. Please, Commander. . .”
He pushed.
The head stretched her open, inch by inch, her body twitching around him as she gasped, moaned, cursed into the pillow. He went slow, impossibly slow, letting her take him at her pace, letting her feel every damn inch as he sank deeper.
When he was fully inside, they both stilled.
Her body clamped tight around him, pulsing, fluttering, holding him like a vice, and her hands trembled where they gripped the couch cushion.
He leaned over her again, pressing a kiss to her shoulder blade.
“You okay?”
She moaned softly, nodding. “I’m better than okay.”
Then she rocked back.
Just a little.
Just enough to make him twitch.
“Fuck” He breathed.
And then she started to move, hips rolling, slow and filthy, grinding back against him with each pass, her body adjusting around the new fullness, the stretch, the pressure.
He held her hips, tight, fingers digging in.
And then they moved together, slow at first, deep, deliberate, with each thrust dragging a moan from her lips and a growl from his throat.
It was more than filth. It was power. It was trust. It was her letting him have her fully, everything she was, and him taking it, loving it, worshipping it with every stroke.
The rhythm they found wasn’t frantic. It was molten. Thick, unhurried thrusts that dragged every inch of him through the impossibly tight heat of her ass. New Jersey gasped into the pillow every time he sank in again, voice rougher now, shaking at the edges.
“God… you’re so fucking big back there” She breathed, her words slurring between shallow, ragged moans. “I can feel every twitch, every pulse…”
His hands never stopped moving. One slid up to her lower back, pressing gently to keep her arched just right, while the other roamed her hip, her waist, the dip of her spine. He wanted all of her, wanted to touch every inch he was claiming, to feel how her body trembled with each motion.
She rocked back to meet him now, pushing herself against his thrusts, her slick still leaking down her thighs from earlier. The contrast made his brain short out, the plush, drenched heat of her pussy just below, untouched now, and the vice-grip around his cock as she moaned under him.
“Say it again” He growled, leaning forward, his chest brushing her back, his lips near her ear.
She turned her head just enough to speak, voice breathless but sharp. “I want you. In my ass. Deeper. Harder. Fuck—give it to me, Commander—”
He snapped his hips forward and she screamed, her back arching tighter as his cock buried to the base.
Her hand flew between her thighs again, fingers finding her clit instantly, working herself as he fucked into her from behind. She didn’t tease now. No more play. Just desperate circles, her whole body chasing that final, overwhelming wave.
He leaned in further, pressing her down by the shoulder, his hips grinding forward in shorter, sharper thrusts. The slap of his body meeting hers grew louder, faster. Sweat dripped from both of them, slicking her back, matting her hair.
And through it all, the sounds—
Her helpless, sobbing moans. His low, growls. The filthy slap of skin on skin, the slick squelch from her fingers against her soaked clit. The creak of the couch beneath them, rocking under the weight of it all.
She was falling apart. He could feel it.
“Commander—fuck—I’m—”
Her voice cracked, then broke entirely as her orgasm tore through her again, harder than the first, her body locking up and convulsing beneath him. Her ass clamped down on him with a strength that made him choke on his breath, her entire body a shaking, moaning mess.
And he couldn’t hold back.
With one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could go and let go.
The growl that tore from his throat was guttural, primal. His hands gripped her hips like he was afraid to float away, and pulse after hot, aching pulse of release filled her completely. She gasped when she felt it, her fingers still twitching between her thighs as her climax milked every drop from him.
For a moment, there was nothing but breath. Heat. Trembling silence.
Then New Jersey let out a broken laugh, weak and giddy, her face still pressed to the pillow.
“Oh my god” She groaned, voice muffled but so full of smug delight it practically glowed. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”
He collapsed forward onto her, both of them boneless, slick with sweat and everything else.
“You’ll outlive me” He muttered against her shoulder.
She laughed again, hoarse, satisfied, and reached back blindly to thread her fingers through his hair. “Not if you keep fucking me like that.”
He smiled into her skin. “No regrets?”
She tilted her head just enough to catch his eyes, barely, lips curling.
“Not even one.”
He didn’t pull out right away. For a while, he just breathed with her, chest to back, his weight grounding her in all the right ways. But when her body finally stopped twitching, when her muscles gave that last involuntary clench and her hips slumped into the couch, he knew it was time.
His hands moved with care now, one on her hip, the other guiding himself as he eased out, slow, gentle, cautious.
Still, she hissed softly, more from the sensitivity than pain, her thighs trembling as his cock slipped free with a wet sound that echoed louder than it should’ve in the heavy quiet.
Then came the heat, a sudden, unmistakable trickle down the inside of her thighs. His release, thick and warm, spilling from her ass in slow, lazy trails. She shivered, giggling through the shiver.
“You really do fill me up” She muttered, voice still thick and deliciously worn.
He sat back slightly on his heels, catching the way her thighs glistened. The slick sheen of sweat and the milky drips of his cum painted across the flushed skin between her legs, down to the soft edge of her thigh-highs.
She turned over with a low, satisfied grunt, lazily swinging one leg over the other until she was facing him again. Her hair was a mess, sticking to her cheek and her collarbone, her body gleaming and flushed, glowing in the low light like some perfectly ruined painting.
She looked down between her legs, then up at him, grinning.
“You made a mess, Commander” She said, pouting theatrically. “Look at me. Absolutely dripping. You gonna clean it up or just admire your handiwork?”
He didn’t answer right away. Just ran a hand slowly up her thigh, thumb brushing over a drop that had slid low.
“I could stare for hours” He said.
She stretched like a cat, arms overhead, and gave him the best view of her entire, gorgeous body, sweat-slicked, raw, marked up, and still somehow inviting.
“You’re lucky I love you” She sighed.
He leaned in and kissed her stomach, just above her navel, warm and tender.
“I know” He murmured into her skin.
Her hand dropped to his hair, fingers raking gently through it. The teasing was still in her smile, but her eyes had softened again, molten with affection now, not lust. “Seriously though. Towel. Hoodie. Pajama pants. Cuddle duty. Chop chop.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He stood, only slightly wobbly, and she smacked his ass as he passed.
When he returned, she was still sprawled out on the couch, one leg dangling, the other bent at the knee. He helped her sit up, guided her into the clothes she liked best, his oversized hoodie, her favorite soft bottoms, cleaned her up as promised, even if she kept twitching and whining every time the towel touched her more sensitive places.
Eventually, she curled into his lap, arms around his waist, cheek pressed to his chest. He rested his chin on top of her head, both of them wrapped in the same blanket, wrapped in each other.
“You warm enough?” He asked softly.
“I’m perfect” She murmured. “You always make me feel perfect.”
Silence again, but a better kind this time, the kind that hummed with shared heartbeat, with the faint scent of wine and sweat and skin, with the comfort of something more than sex.
Love, in all its messy, beautiful forms.
She yawned, then mumbled into his chest, “Love you, honey.”
He smiled, kissed the top of her head.
“Love you too.”
And there, in the glow of exhaustion and affection, they finally let the world slip away.
Chapter 24: Albion's Morning
Summary:
I love Albion. Shy yet incredibly sexy makes my brain go numb sometimes and I think we can all agree. Anyways, enjoy!
Chapter Text
The bed was still warm when he sat up, the sheets crumpled where she had been.
He blinked against the light slipping through the cracked curtain, gold pouring in soft as breath. Morning sun. His body felt heavy with sleep, his mind slower still, but something pulled at him. A scent. A sound. Something real.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed, bare feet touching the cool wood floor, and ran a hand through his hair. The quiet creak of the mattress behind him was the only sound in the room, save for a faint, far-off hum. A melody. Not quite a song, but close, sweet and low and too soft to be deliberate.
He pulled his pajama top tighter across his chest, the thin cotton hanging open at the collar. Loose drawstrings hung over his hips, and the bottoms, slightly wrinkled, shifted as he stood.
Still half-asleep, he made his way out of the bedroom.
The hallway greeted him with calm. Early light stretched along the walls in pale bands, filtered through sheer curtains at the end. No footsteps. No announcements. Just that faint clatter of utensils and the smell of something cooking, warm, buttery, soft.
His steps were quiet, careful, more curious than urgent. Each one brought the scent closer. Toast. Something fruity. Sweet. The kind of breakfast you didn’t make unless it was for someone you loved.
He turned the corner.
And stopped.
Albion.
She stood near the stove, back to him, bathed in morning gold like something from a dream. Her long, silvery hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, catching the light like a veil. A few strands clung to her shoulder from the steam rising around her. The rest shifted gently with each subtle movement of her body, her hip swaying slightly as she adjusted something in the pan, the curve of her back straight and graceful even in the smallest actions.
She was humming. Not to perform. Just to be.
And just like that, he wasn’t groggy anymore. Not even close.
She wore a soft robe, sheer enough to catch the sun like glass, hung loosely off her shoulders. It was tied at the waist with a thin ribbon, just barely holding together the faint pink fabric that tried and failed to hide the curve of her hips. The robe flowed around her like mist, slipping open just enough to flash the tops of white lace stockings, secured by pastel garters that framed her thighs too well for this early in the morning.
She was humming again. Carefully flipping something in the pan. Barefoot, relaxed, and radiant.
He leaned on the doorway and just watched for a moment. Let himself absorb it.
Albion, like this, wasn’t something you interrupted. She was a vision wrapped in sunlight and scent, as if the world had stopped just to admire her effort.
Then she turned, and startled, just a little, when she saw him.
“O-oh… Commander” She said, her voice soft as satin. “I didn’t hear you get up.”
He stepped in now, drawn closer like gravity. “Didn’t mean to sneak up on you” He murmured, eyes trailing her from head to toe. “You look…”
His words trailed off. Too early for metaphors. Too sincere to say anything but what his brain actually thought of.
Albion flushed. She turned back toward the stove quickly, shoulders tensing just enough to make the sheer fabric tug tighter against her back. “I just thought… it’d be nice to make breakfast myself today. You’ve been working so much.”
He moved behind her, slowly, so she’d feel it, not just hear it.
“I appreciate it” He said, voice low, hand brushing gently at the small of her back. “But it’s hard to focus on breakfast with you dressed like this.”
Albion made a small noise, something between a laugh and a gasp. “I-I wasn’t expecting you so soon. I was going to bring it up to you.”
“You were?” His palm flattened against her back now, warm through the gauze-thin fabric.
She nodded, cheeks blooming deeper pink. “With a tray and everything.”
He didn’t answer. Just let his hand drift to her waist, slipping around it until his chest touched her back. She stilled, not from fear, never from fear, but from the kind of stillness that meant she didn’t want to lose the moment.
She leaned into him.
“Something smells good” He said softly, lips near her ear now.
“Just toast” She whispered. “And fruit. I’m not very good at eggs…”
His other hand slid around her belly now, pulling her in just a little more. “I don’t care about the food.”
That made her breath hitch. “I-I still wanted to make it.”
He hummed in response, nuzzling the soft curve of her neck, letting his nose skim against the fine hairs that had escaped her sleep-tangled braid.
“You always do too much” He murmured.
“And you never let me” She whispered back.
They stood like that for a moment. Not rushing. Not pushing. Just pressed together in the golden stillness of morning, the scent of warm toast and something sweeter thick in the air.
Then he kissed her, just under the ear.
She made a small sound and leaned back, her hand resting on his forearm, her fingers curling gently against him.
“…You should sit” She whispered, almost pleading. “Let me finish the plates, just for a minute.”
He considered it. Really, he did.
But the way she was dressed, the way her body pressed into him with that unspoken need, that wasn’t just breakfast. That was Albion offering every ounce of her love without saying a word.
And he was already leaning in again.
He didn’t pull away.
His lips brushed beneath her ear again, feather-light. Then lower. Just along the gentle slope of her neck. One kiss at a time, slow and reverent, like he was committing her warmth to memory. His breath moved over her skin between each one, warm and grounding. Every kiss a promise. Every breath a whisper of want.
Albion swallowed, tried to stay still, then failed when his arms tugged her just a touch closer.
She moved the pan with one hand, carefully sliding a slice of toast onto the plate nearby. The other never left him. Her fingers, delicate and uncertain, curled against the back of his hand at her waist. Then shifted, tracing along his wrist, his knuckles. A soft, wandering affection, like she couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop needing to feel him.
“You smell amazing” He murmured against her skin. He pressed another kiss just below her jaw, then let his nose skim down to the hollow of her neck. “You always do.”
Albion’s lips parted, a soft breath hitching in her throat. “It’s just…a little rosewater and lavender. I-it’s silly, I know—”
“It’s perfect.” His words came warm against her throat. “You’re perfect.”
His hand flattened again over her stomach, fingertips spreading possessively. Her robe bunched beneath his palm. His other hand slid a little lower, tracing the dip of her hip through the ribbon-tied fabric. It shifted under his touch like it wanted to fall open, like it was never meant to resist him in the first place.
She made another sound, breathy, barely audible, as she reached for a bowl of sliced fruit. Her arm trembled slightly when she placed it on the tray, and her movements had lost that calm precision she started with. Her hips now swayed not with grace but friction, pressing back into him just enough to feed the fire starting in both of them.
He kissed her again, right at the curve where shoulder met neck, and whispered, “You really expect me to eat breakfast first?”
Albion’s breath stuttered. “Y-you said it smelled good…”
He laughed quietly, his voice low and fond. “It does. But you smell better.”
She tried to giggle, she really did, but it came out closer to a whimper.
Her hand tightened over his. She wasn’t pushing away. If anything, her fingers curled as if afraid he might slip from her. And her bod, soft, flushed, humming under the thin rob, was starting to press into him with something more than affection.
“J-just a minute more” She whispered. “Then I’ll… I’ll sit with you. Promise.”
He nuzzled her temple, his chin barely grazing her cheek. “I’m already sitting with you” He said softly. “Just like this.”
The tray was almost finished now, just one more little spoonful of jam to add beside the toast. Her hand shook slightly as she did it. Her hips, now barely pretending to behave, shifted back again into his lap, grinding lightly as if by accident. But it wasn’t. Not anymore.
Her thighs rubbed gently together, the tops of her stockings glinting beneath the robe’s hem with every breath she took. Her body gave her away completely now, how warm she felt, how her breathing changed, how her voice had softened into something breathier, needier.
“I—I made tea too” She said, almost too quietly. “It’s a little over-steeped, but I tried—”
“You always try” He murmured into her hair. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
“And I want you.”
That last line left her motionless.
Then, slowly, her hand slid away from the spoon and back to his arm, clutching it tighter. Her head tilted slightly toward his, her cheek brushing against his jaw.
“I… I was going to bring it up to you” She whispered again. “Breakfast. The tray. Everything.”
He let his lips brush her cheek. “We can still eat.”
A pause.
“After.”
His hands didn’t stray far. Not yet. One stayed firm at her belly, thumb brushing lazy arcs just beneath the tie of her robe. The other drifted higher now, sliding slowly up her side, following the contour of her ribs. Greedy, but reverent. Like touching something he’d dreamed of and still couldn’t believe was real.
He dipped his head again, pressing a kiss into her hair, then chuckled softly against the crown of it.
“Where did you even get this?” He murmured, voice half-amused, half-awestruck. “This outfit… it’s not regulation.”
Albion’s breath caught. He could feel her hesitate for a second, then exhale, soft and small.
“…Akashi” She whispered.
That pulled a real laugh out of him.
“Of course it was.” He grinned, the sound warm against her scalp. “That damn cat might’ve finally done something useful.”
Albion giggled, but it came with a subtle shiver. His hand was at her side now, palm broad and sure, fingers tracing slowly beneath the sheer fabric, daring to slip just above the soft edge of her stocking.
“You really had this made?”
She nodded. “Custom” She admitted, her voice even smaller now. “I described the colors, the cut… I wanted it to feel like something only you would see.”
He went quiet for a second, lips pressed to the curve of her neck again. Then his hand slid further back, greedier now, curving to squeeze the top of her hip beneath the robe’s hem. His thumb stroked the warm line where lace met bare skin.
“And what did you expect me to do” He asked “When I saw you wearing it?”
Albion flushed immediately.
Her fingers squeezed his wrist at her stomach. Her other hand drifted from the counter to his forearm now, almost in reflex, brushing the fine hairs there as if needing something solid to anchor her.
She tilted her head, just enough to see him from the corner of her eye, those ethereal, pink-tinged blues shining with warmth and a quiet, vulnerable courage.
“This” She whispered. “Something like this.”
He smiled, eyes half-lidded, breath thick with affection and want.
“Not breakfast in bed?” He teased.
She glanced away shyly, cheeks growing redder. “I thought… maybe if I looked nice enough, you’d forgive the taste.”
Her voice barely held together at the end, like she knew how ridiculous the thought sounded out loud.
“Albion” He said, pressing his mouth to the space beneath her ear, “You could burn the toast and spill the tea and I’d still think this is the best morning I’ve ever had.”
She didn’t respond. Just melted a little more in his arms.
Her hands had abandoned the tray entirely now. She wasn’t cooking anymore. Not really. The last pan had been moved off the heat. Everything was done. Or it had been, before he stepped in and made the air in the kitchen too thick to think.
And now she was standing still, trembling faintly, held tightly against the warmth of his chest, while his hands slowly rediscovered her curves with greedy reverence.
She exhaled, soft and shaky, and let her hips shift ever so slightly, the back of her body brushing him in a way that made his grip tighten reflexively.
The robe shifted again. Looser now. Like it too wanted to fall away.
His hand grazed her lower stomach again, fingers flexing with restraint. She was warm beneath his touch, impossibly soft, like every inch of her had been kissed by the morning just for him. His hips brushed her subtly from behind, not demanding, just letting her feel the weight of his want.
He swallowed once. Then again.
“…Is a round on the table this morning?” He asked, low, rough-edged, voice curled at the end with the same heat that pressed against her.
Albion made a sound. A small hum, but deeper, more sure than she had been only minutes ago. Morning brought a different kind of energy to her. Her confidence was like dew: delicate, glimmering, but real.
“…I wouldn’t say no” She whispered, tone steadier now, touched with boldness. “Not to you.”
Then she tilted her head and leaned back, her lips brushing along the corner of his jaw in a kiss that was more than routine. It was adoring. Intentional. Her way of saying I love you before the words ever came.
And as she pulled back, she reached toward the counter.
Delicately, like handling the stem of a flower, she picked up a thin, gold band and slipped it back onto her ring finger, soft, simple, radiant in the sun. A wedding band she wore not because she had to, but because she wanted to. Because it meant something.
She had taken it off to cook, practical, thoughtful, typical of her, but now, with the food finished and the heat rising between them, she placed it back on with quiet, reverent grace.
He felt the breath punch out of him, shallow and weak. Every time she did that, it hit him somewhere deeper than lust could ever reach.
“…God, Albion” He murmured, voice barely audible.
Then, slowly, he moved her. Just a few steps. Just enough to shift her away from anything hot on the stove. His hand on her hip was firm but careful, guiding her toward the edge of the counter, not rushed, not rough. This wasn’t about control. It was about closeness. Always.
One palm splayed against her back, gently urging her forward.
But she resisted.
He blinked, half a heartbeat from apology, when she turned her head to glance back at him, pouting, adorably, dramatically.
“Would you deny me my morning kisses… like this?” She whispered.
That was Albion-speak. Her language. What she meant was simple: Please don’t bend me forward just yet. I want to feel you… close. Chest to back. Heart to heart. Let me kiss you while you love me.
He understood her perfectly.
Without a word, he shifted. Let his body settle behind hers again, not bending her forward but holding her upright, one arm circling her waist, the other tracing down her thigh. His head lowered, brushing her temple, lips just shy of her cheek.
Her breath trembled as she moved her hand down, slender fingers curling into the waistband of her pale, silky underwear. She slid them aside in one slow motion, baring herself to him with a shiver. Her robe clung half-open now, exposing just enough to make his pulse jump.
Then, she turned her face toward him.
Her eyes met his. Soft. Honest. Wanting.
And their lips met, slow, melting, patient.
He kissed her like she was the first sunrise he’d ever seen. And she kissed him like she had been waiting all night for this one moment.
Her thighs parted just slightly. A soft invitation. Not desperate. Not urgent.
Just love, blooming in slow heat.
He didn’t rush.
There was too much beauty in the moment for that. Too much of her.
With her back pressed to his chest, her breath fluttering against his collar, and her fingers still curled around the edge of the counter as if grounding herself, he let one hand drift down.
The waistband of his pajama pants and underwear slid away with a soft rustle. They dropped to the floor with no ceremony, pooling around his ankles. Albion shifted slightly at the sound, her breath catching as her hips rolled back with unspoken understanding.
Still, he didn’t move to enter her. Not yet. His hand at her stomach slipped lower, just enough to feel the dip of her pelvis, while his other hand slid up. Slowly. Reverently. Until it reached the gentle swell of her chest, hidden under that sheer fabric that now meant nothing. Not between them.
She gasped softly when his palm cupped her. Not roughly, not hungrily. Just full, sure. Warm fingers spread, fitting against her curves as if molded just for her, and her body melted just a little more against him.
“Albion…” He murmured, his voice rough with awe more than need. “You feel like heaven.”
She whimpered. That was the only sound she could manage.
Then, as if moving by shared breath, she reached between them.
Her hand was delicate, trembling faintly, but purposeful. She wrapped her fingers around him, his cock already hard and warm against her, and guided him back. A silent, sacred gesture. Not an act of seduction. An act of love.
He let out a quiet groan the moment her slick heat brushed his tip, her folds parting easily, already prepared for him by want and intimacy and everything that led to this.
Her fingers curled tighter as she nudged him closer. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, lips parted, flushed with warmth, and finally, gently, he entered her.
A slow, perfect slide.
Her breath caught in her throat. Her knees trembled. But she didn’t shy away. She leaned into him, arms bracing slightly on the edge of the counter, her back arching just enough to let him sink deeper.
He held her.
His hand at her chest cradled her firmly now, pressing her against him with every slow inch he gave her. His lips grazed her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. Gentle kisses to match the slow drive of his hips as he buried himself fully inside.
Albion shuddered.
“Oh—” She whispered, almost inaudible. “You’re… inside…”
She could feel everything.
The stretch. The fullness. The slow, pulsing heat of him seated deep within her. Her body tightened reflexively, fluttering around him in soft, helpless waves, not from tension but from the overwhelming intimacy. It was never just about size, it was the weight of him, the way he pressed into places only he could reach, the warmth that radiated from him like he belonged there, like her body had been made to take him and nothing else.
For him, it was no different.
Her walls gripped him like silk and muscle, wet and wanting, hugging every inch with impossible precision. She wasn’t loose. She wasn’t tight. She was right, just enough give to welcome him, just enough pressure to make each second inside her feel like a gift he didn’t deserve. She radiated heat, need, and the softest trembles, like her whole being was wrapped around him, inside and out.
They fit.
He could feel her heartbeat through the squeeze of her inner muscles, her whole body trembling in sync with each shallow breath she took. And she could feel the twitch of him, every subtle throb, every slow, deliberate pulse, as he held himself inside her, buried to the hilt, unmoving for a moment just to feel it.
The thrusts were slow at first.
Not lazy. Not testing.
Loving.
Every time he pushed forward, she rose to meet him. Not with movement, but with presence. Her body fit his like puzzle to edge, her soft whimpers muffled against his lips, and with each press of his hips, her body trembled in quiet rhythm.
His hand at her stomach held her still, fingertips splaying over her skin as if anchoring her to him. And she was anchored, chest to chest, heart to heart, his length moving deep and slow inside her, their wedding band glinting faintly on her finger as it clenched white-knuckled around the counter’s edge.
“You’re perfect” He whispered into her neck. “So warm… so close…”
“Don’t stop” She breathed. “Please, don’t stop—”
Her head tilted, searching for another kiss, and he gave it to her. Lips met again, wetter now, more urgent, as their bodies moved in a slow, perfect rhythm.
The sound of skin meeting skin was soft, more wet slide than slap, and Albion gasped into his mouth with every deeper push, her moans laced with that sweet, stammering affection that made her her.
And still, they didn’t rush.
There was time.
There was always time… for her.
She kissed him with that quiet desperation she only ever showed during mornings like this. When the world was still soft, and they were still the only two people who mattered. Her lips trembled, her breath caught in small, audible gasps, but she didn’t shy away, not from the closeness, not from the heat curling low in her belly.
Shallow thrusts. Slow, controlled, savoring every glide, every subtle contraction of her walls as she fluttered around him.
“Mmn—” Albion whimpered, voice soft and pitched, “you can… go a little faster…”
He didn’t answer aloud. Just let his lips speak for him, a kiss at her jaw, her cheek, just beneath her ear. And then he gave her what she asked for.
A deeper thrust.
Then another.
His hand at her chest tightened, fingers spreading wider, cupping her breast through the thin, lacy fabric that barely shielded it. His thumb brushed over the soft swell before rolling over her nipple with slow, deliberate circles. The reaction was instant: her breath hitched, her hips rocked back to meet him, and a moan slipped free, uncontrolled.
“A-ah… C-Commander…”
Her voice was high and breathy, tinged with the struggle to stay composed, to stay proper, even now. But every thrust, each one faster, fuller than the last, chipped away at that poise. Her body pressed back into him now, thighs trembling just slightly, her toes curling against the kitchen floor.
He pushed deeper.
Her walls clung, wet and warm and perfect, her body all but begging for more even as her breath stuttered through the pleasure. His hand never left her chest, kneading softly at first, then rougher, greedier, each squeeze drawing another shudder from her throat. Her nipple hardened beneath his touch, and he pinched, gently at first, then harder, dragging another gasp from her lips.
Her head tipped back against his shoulder. Her neck exposed. Her eyes fluttering closed.
“It feels so—ah—it feels so good…”
He groaned low against her ear, his free hand pressing firmer against her stomach now, grounding her, anchoring her in place as his thrusts began to build a rhythm. Not rough. Not yet. But faster. Stronger. Each one deep, rocking her against the counter, her breath fogging the cool stone as her fingers gripped it tight.
She bit her lip, hard. Not to silence herself, but to hold onto something.
The counter creaked faintly beneath them.
Her hips rolled in time with his now, each motion more sure, more needy. Her walls tightened with each thrust, fluttering with anticipation, with love, with want.
“Please don’t stop” She whispered, half-plea, half-prayer.
“I’m not going anywhere” He murmured against her skin, and thrust again.
Her soft, breathless whimpers only pushed him deeper into that rhythm, the kind of pace that spoke not of urgency but of hunger drawn slow. Every movement was deliberate. Every thrust pressed her harder against the counter, her chest bowing into his palm, her legs unsteady as they struggled to keep upright beneath the building waves.
His hand on her chest grew greedier, fingers curling around the fullness of her breast, rolling and squeezing it like he wanted to memorize its weight, its warmth. Her body arched into him, the delicate lace of her morning lingerie bunched beneath his knuckles, the hardened peak of her nipple teased again and again until her hips bucked in response.
"C-Commander. . . mmnh. . ." She whimpered, her voice breaking with the pitch of her mounting pleasure.
His other hand, the one that had been at her belly, drifted lower. Slow. Teasing. Fingers spreading until they met the slick heat between her legs. He found her clit with practiced ease, and the moment he touched her there, her entire frame jerked with a gasp.
"A-ahh—! N-no, I—I'm too sensitive. . ."
But he knew her too well. Knew that her pleas were never a denial, only proof of how deeply he was reaching her.
His fingers circled, feather-light at first, then firmer, matching the rhythm of his hips as they began to thrust harder now, deeper, each one punching a soft cry from her lips. Her body writhed against him, helpless, overwhelmed, her hands sliding across the counter to brace herself better.
"You're shaking" He murmured into her ear, his voice low, warm, adoring. "Still proper, Albion?"
She couldn't respond. Not with words. Just another moan, choked off by a kiss as he leaned in, claiming her mouth between soft nips to her neck.
He kissed there too, beneath her ear, down her jawline, then at the base of her throat. Soft bites. Warm licks. Wet marks left behind where his mouth traveled.
Every time her body jolted with his fingers stroking her clit, every time his hips slammed into hers just right, he followed it with a kiss, anchoring her to the moment. Grounding her in their love, in their heat, in the utterly private world they were building with every breath and movement.
She sobbed a moan into the counter, her body tensing as her climax began to gather low in her core, deep and relentless. And still he moved, slow and hard, surrounded her, worshipped her with hands and lips and words left unsaid.
And she was close.
So close.
And he knew it.
Her breath stuttered.
Each thrust now filled the kitchen with a rhythm too raw to ignore, his hips snapping forward with slow, deliberate power. Albion’s fingers curled tight against the counter’s edge, her knuckles white, her voice breaking into quiet, helpless sounds each time he drove deeper.
“Oh—Commander… I—ah—please—” She whimpered, her back arching tighter to him, thighs trembling under the strain of holding herself upright. His hand on her breast gripped firmer now, fingers spreading, teasing her nipple with the pad of his thumb until her whole body jolted against him. The other hand, lower, moved in practiced, reverent circles around her clit, gentle at first, then faster, syncopated to each thrust.
“You’re close” He whispered, lips brushing her ear. “Say it.”
“I—I’m—” She gasped, unable to lie, unable to pretend. “I’m going to…!”
Her words spilled out between moans, high-pitched, urgent. Her whole body shook, chest heaving, thighs clenching around him, her breath catching in her throat as her orgasm finally took hold. It didn’t hit so much as bloom, rising through her in an overwhelming wave that made her vision blur and her knees give way.
He caught her, both arms around her waist now, holding her upright as her body spasmed, clenching so tightly around him that he groaned through gritted teeth, fighting his own climax with every ounce of control.
Albion sobbed softly into the air, her voice fragile and beautiful, the wet sounds of their bodies echoing beneath the faint crackle of something still sizzling on the stove.
When she could breathe again, she turned her head back toward him, cheeks flushed, eyes watery but shining.
“You… you didn’t finish…” She whispered.
“No” He murmured, kissing the corner of her lips, “I was too busy watching you fall apart.”
She whimpered again at the way he said it, low and reverent, like worship.
“Let me… stay like this, just a moment…” She pleaded, and he obeyed, holding her there, chest to her back, still inside her, still hard.
Still wanting.
Still hers.
And she was still trembling, completely undone, yet still eager for more.
She stayed there, breath fluttering, her head tucked beneath his chin as his arms wrapped fully around her. Their bodies were flush, his chest to her back, his length still sheathed inside her, thick and pulsing with every breath he took against her neck.
Albion’s skin glowed. Flushed and damp, her thighs still quivered where they pressed together, her breath catching with each residual aftershock. Her hands rested over his now, holding them like they were anchors.
Then, after a moment that stretched golden and quiet, she gave a soft sound, half-laugh, half-sigh and whispered, “I want to see you…”
She shifted, the intention clear. To turn around. To face him. But her legs didn’t cooperate.
The moment she pushed herself upright and stepped forward, her knees buckled.
“Ah~!” She squeaked, teetering with a startled jolt.
He reached instinctively to catch her, but she had already grabbed the edge of the counter to steady herself. Her hand knocked into the nearby carton of milk, sending it spinning from the edge.
It toppled.
The cap popped.
And with a soft splatter and a small splash, a stream of milk poured down in a clumsy arc, straight onto her bare chest, trickling in wide streaks over the swell of her breasts, between them, and down across her stomach and thighs.
She froze. He did too.
And then she looked up at him.
Still breathless. Still flushed. Still beautiful beyond reason.
Milk slid in rivulets along her skin, catching the remnants of sweat and leaving behind a cool sheen that clung to her curves.
Her hair, once pinned neatly, now stuck in damp strands around her face. Her lips were parted, her cheeks stained with pink, her wide eyes blinking up at him like she wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened.
“…That wasn’t supposed to—” She started, flustered.
He stared.
Her thighs, slick and trembling. Her chest, heaving softly beneath the slow trickle of milk. Her soft panting, her quivering breath, her skin flushed and perfect and utterly wrecked.
She looked like a dream dipped in cream.
“Commander…?” She whispered, a bit sheepishly, still kneeling on the floor.
He exhaled.
“Stay there” He said, his voice lower now, darker, hungry.
She blinked again, recognizing the shift in him, and then gave a small, warm smile.
She didn’t move. She didn’t even try.
She just looked up at him, chest rising and falling, her voice shy but full of warmth.
“…You’re going to lick it off, aren’t you?”
He blinked down at her, then smiled, sheepish, sweet, almost boyish despite the heat still buzzing through his blood. “Can I?” He asked, voice quiet.
Albion tilted her head slightly, milk dripping from the edge of her collarbone. Her breath caught at how he was looking at her, eyes half-lidded, hungry but soft, reverent like she was some fragile altar of love and want. Then she sighed, her lips curling up.
“You don’t even like plain milk” She said, faux-scolding, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
He shrugged, still watching her, still very, very hard. “Not the milk” He murmured. “It’s the idea.”
That earned a tiny laugh from her, breathy and warm. Her eyes flicked downward, catching the sight of his still-throbbing cock between his thighs. Her smile deepened, shy but sincere, touched by how much he clearly still wanted her.
“Well…” She breathed, reaching to tug the lace of her top lower, exposing more of the milk-slick curve of her breast. “Then I suppose… you can.”
It didn't take much for him to lean down to her.
He started with her tummy, lips warm and gentle, tongue sweeping slowly along her skin. Albion let out a breathy, flustered sound, arching slightly under the touch. Her hands fumbled with the robe, loosening it more, baring herself enough for him to keep going.
He traced up along her side, following the milk's messy trail, licking it clean inch by inch. Her body trembled under him, her fingers tangling in the fabric beneath her. When he reached her chest, she tilted her head back and gasped, the sound delicate, involuntary.
He licked a drop from the top of her breast. Albion squirmed.
"I-It tickles" She whispered.
He hummed against her, and her thighs shifted restlessly.
His tongue dragged slow up the slope of one breast, then the other, collecting every drop of milk with quiet reverence. Her robe slipped lower. Her hands moved without thinking, cupping her breasts together for him, offering more, even as her face burned red.
"You're really. . . licking all of it. . ." She murmured.
He didn’t answer, just nuzzled closer, planting a kiss between her breasts before drawing a nipple into his mouth, still laced with milk. Albion gasped aloud this time, her back arching off the tile.
"C-Commander..."
His hands roamed down, cradling her hips, his erection pressed against her thigh. When he pulled back to look at her, Albion was flushed from head to toe, her lips parted, her eyes shining.
She reached up, brushing his cheek with the tips of her fingers. Her voice was quiet.
"Still. . . still not enough for you, is it?"
He didn’t lie. He didn’t need to.
His eyes locked with hers.
Not demanding. Not desperate. Just there, burning in a way that made her breath catch before she could draw it.
His weight was above her now, one arm braced near her head, the other still cupping her hip like he couldn't bear to let go. His cock, flushed and heavy, brushed her thigh again, and this time, her body reacted before her mind could catch up. Her legs parted slightly, slick from sweat, milk, and need. She shifted beneath him, just a fraction, but enough for the thick head of him to drag lightly along the inside of her thigh.
She inhaled sharply.
Still cupping his cheek, she leaned up, no, pulled him down—fingers curling behind his neck, drawing him into a kiss that was messier than their others. Needier. Her lips opened almost instantly beneath his, tongue meeting his like she was trying to taste every drop of milk he hadn't already licked away from her.
And he kissed her back like he needed to breathe through her mouth.
Their tongues met, slow at first, then deeper, wetter, her breath caught in soft, aching gasps as he shifted his hips, just slightly, letting his length rest heavy against her soaked entrance. She was warm there, already pulsing, the anticipation making her tremble even as she kissed him harder.
Her thighs lifted around his hips. Not hooked yet, just framing him, trembling slightly, soft friction against his sides.
When he finally broke the kiss, it wasn’t from lack of want. It was from awe.
He looked down at her.
Albion. Laid out beneath him, flush against the cool tile, her hair fanned in pale silver strands across the floor, skin slick with milk that still glistened in faint trails down her chest. Her robe was barely hanging on, collar slid off one shoulder, lace stockings clinging to trembling thighs. Her eyes blinked up at him. flushed, radiant, lips kiss-bruised and wet.
And her body… so warm. So ready. Parted for him, waiting.
“Still not enough” He murmured, echoing her words back as a promise.
Then he moved.
The tip of his cock dragged slowly, deliberately, through the slick folds between her legs, teasing her open without pressure. She gasped again, her hips twitching, trying to rock forward, but he stopped her with one firm hand at her waist.
“Let me” He whispered.
Albion nodded, eyes fluttering, lips parted around a soft breath.
He aligned himself, slow and sure.
And entered her.
Not in a rush. Not in a thrust.
He sank into her.
The first stretch made her cry out, a quiet, trembling sound that echoed against the floor. Her legs quivered, her back arched, and her nails scraped lightly against his shoulders as he filled her inch by inch.
Warmth. Pressure. That unbearable, slow stretch.
He groaned low in his throat, not just from the tightness, but from the feel of her, slick, fluttering, clenching around him like she never wanted him to leave again. And he didn't stop moving forward until his hips met hers, buried to the hilt.
Albion whimpered, one hand flying to her mouth. Not to hide her face, but to stifle the sob that bubbled out as her body adjusted, throbbed, and clung around him in wave after wave.
“God” He breathed, forehead falling to her shoulder. “You’re—fuck, you’re perfect.”
Her only answer was a whimper and the way her legs finally hooked around him, heels pressing against his back.
He pulled out slowly, almost completely, her slickness coating him in warm sheen, and then pushed back in with a low, careful thrust.
Albion arched again, eyes squeezed shut, both hands clutching at his arms now.
“Please” She whispered. “Please don’t stop…”
He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
Not like this.
He was already close.
Not from the pace, not yet. But from everything before it.
Holding back while she trembled in his arms. Licking milk from her chest while she moaned his name. Staying buried deep inside her now, her warmth clutching around him like velvet heat, made restraint feel impossible.
Albion felt it.
She could feel him twitch inside her. The way his breath hitched with every subtle squeeze of her muscles. The way his jaw tightened when she flexed her hips just so.
She blinked up at him through wet lashes, her voice barely audible.
“…You’re shaking.”
He was. Just a little. But she noticed everything.
Her hand slid from his arm to the back of his neck again, fingers curling softly in his hair. She pulled him down until their foreheads touched, breath mingling, noses brushing. Her hips lifted gently, rolling up into his again, a soft, needy grind.
“You didn’t…” Her breath caught. “You didn’t finish before…right?”
He grunted softly, nodding against her. “Didn’t want to.”
Albion’s lips parted. Her cheeks burned brighter.
She kissed him againm this time with that subtle desperation she used when she wanted him to lose control. Her mouth opened for him instantly, tongue shy but eager, flicking against his, slow and messy and warm.
He growled into her lips, hips driving forward with just a little more force. She gasped, the movement sending a wave of sensation through her core. But even as her body tensed, she whispered something against his mouth:
“I want you to…”
He blinked.
Her lips brushed his ear now, trembling against the skin.
“I want you to cum inside me…”
His arms nearly buckled.
Her voice, too soft to be so dirty. Shy. Sweet. Meant just for him.
“I want to feel it” She breathed, voice fluttering like her heartbeat, “Feel you lose control inside me…”
“Albion. . .” He warned, voice hoarse.
But she wasn’t done.
She kissed beneath his ear this time, her hand stroking gently along his back, anchoring him.
“You’re holding back” She whispered, barely audible. “Don’t… don’t hold back. Not with me.”
His hips faltered. His rhythm stuttered.
She knew. Every word she gave him like that, every quiet, breathy confession, it shattered him faster than anything else ever could.
“I-I’m yours” She gasped, hips rising to meet another thrust. “So please… cum for me. Cum inside…”
Her voice broke with the last word, pitched just high enough to snap something inside him.
He groaned low, a sound pulled from the bottom of his lungs, and thrust into her hard, once, twice, deep enough to punch a gasp from her lips.
“Albion—”
“I want it” She whispered again. “Please… I want all of you.”
He couldn’t hold back anymore.
Her words. Her body. Her eyes locked on his like she needed to see him fall apart.
He buried himself to the hilt one last time, groaning deep as he pulsed inside her.
Warmth flooded between them.
Albion gasped when she felt it, his hips twitching against hers, his arms wrapping tighter around her as his cock throbbed, releasing into her in long, hot waves. His breath was ragged in her ear, his body shaking as she held him through it, whispering soft, sweet sounds.
“Th-that’s it” She whispered shakily, stroking his hair. “Just let it out… you’re doing so good…”
She kissed his jaw, his cheek, his temple, as if soothing him through the pleasure.
He stayed buried inside her, still twitching with aftershocks, his chest heaving against hers.
Albion wrapped her arms around him fully now, holding him close, flushed and breathless but smiling.
“You lasted so long” She whispered, proud, awed.
His breath hitched. “You did this.”
She laughed softly, kissing the corner of his mouth. “You looked like you needed help…”
He groaned, burying his face in her neck.
And still, he didn’t soften completely.
He was still hard. Still inside her.
Still not done.
His breathing hadn’t even settled.
Still buried inside her, cock thick and twitching, his arms wrapped tight around her waist, his mouth pressed into the curve of her neck like he couldn’t let her go. But Albion… she noticed.
The way his hips still gave small, involuntary pulses against hers. The weight of him inside her, still firm, still wanting. The heat hadn’t faded, it had shifted. Muted by release, but not resolved. Not fully.
She felt it in the tremble of his arms. The tension in his shoulders. The way his forehead stayed pressed to her clavicle like he was trying to calm down.
And she smiled.
Soft. Knowing. A little breathless.
Her hand slipped to his hair again, brushing the damp strands back. She pressed a kiss into the top of his head, then whispered into his ear, voice low and so full of quiet mischief it made him shiver.
“You’re… still hard.”
He groaned. Not a denial. Just a quiet, strained truth.
Albion’s fingers slid down the back of his neck, light as a feather, tracing the edge of his spine.
“I can help” She whispered. “If you’ll let me…”
His breath hitched. She smiled a little more, barely biting her lip.
Her lips brushed his ear again. Her breath warm, her voice, shy, but filthy in that way only she could be.
“I could use my chest…” She breathed, “If you want…”
His entire body tensed.
She felt it. All of it.
“You deserve it” She continued softly, fingers now tracing the line of his jaw. “For making me feel so good. For being so gentle…”
Her lips found his cheek, then his jaw.
“I haven’t done it in a while” She added, whispering now like it was a secret “But I remember how much you liked it…”
He made a small sound, half-growl, half-groan. She knew what that did to him.
She leaned in again, breath hitching with quiet boldness.
“Would you let me?” She whispered, voice tremulous but so intentional. “Would you let me wrap them around you and make you feel good again?”
His hands curled at her waist, gripping tighter.
“Albion…”
Her lips brushed his one more time.
“You don’t have to do anything” She whispered. “Just let me take care of you…”
He was already nodding.
There was no way he could say no to that. Not when she asked like that. Not when she meant it like that.
Careful now, he eased back. Slowly. Gently.
His cock slid out of her inch by inch, wet and still flushed, glistening from her and from him. Albion trembled faintly beneath him, thighs parting wider for a moment before she closed them slowly, her body visibly reacting to the loss of him.
Still, her eyes never left his.
And when he stood, offering her a hand, she took it.
They crossed to the couch in silence, save for the faint, sticky sound of their skin and the soft breaths that passed between them. She guided him to sit, then knelt between his knees with grace and intention, her robe slipping open fully now, her lace stockings still barely holding on around her thighs.
Albion looked up at him, flushed and glowing, a quiet bravery in her eyes even as her cheeks burned.
“Just relax” She said softly. “Let me…”
And she leaned forward.
She didn’t start fast.
Didn’t dive in or rush the moment. That wasn’t her way.
Instead, Albion knelt between his legs with quiet reverence, her knees pressing softly into the rug, one hand resting on his thigh, the other gently wrapping around the base of his still-hard cock. Her fingers were delicate, barely curling, as if afraid to grip too tightly, afraid to lose the warmth still pulsing in him.
He twitched in her hand.
Still sensitive. Still slick from being buried inside her. A thin sheen of their mixed arousal clung to the shaft, glistening faintly in the morning light.
Albion stared for a moment.
Not in awe. In purpose.
Then she leaned in.
Her lips parted just enough for her tongue to slide out, warm and tentative. She started at the base, low, hidden, where her fingers weren’t touching. Her tongue dragged upward in one slow, reverent motion, collecting the mess left behind. The taste of both of them.
He groaned. Soft, low, already struggling to keep still.
Albion’s lips quirked slightly, not smug, never smug, but pleased. She could feel him pulse against her tongue.
She licked again.
Another slow stripe, this time stopping just beneath the head. Her eyes flicked up to watch his expression, even as she kissed along the underside, lips barely brushing.
“I didn’t want it to go to waste” She whispered, breath against the tip of him. “It’s still warm…”
Then she opened her mouth and took him in.
Not deep. Just the head at first. Wet and slow. Her tongue swirled gently, drawing soft circles around the crown as she sucked, careful, purposeful, treating him like something fragile in her mouth.
His head tipped back with a sharp exhale, one hand gripping the couch cushion.
“Albion…”
She hummed around him.
That made him jolt, sensitive, overstimulated, but his cock responded, swelling again in her mouth. She eased him deeper now, slowly, inch by inch, the suction gentle but focused. Her hand stroked the base, matching the rhythm of her lips as she bobbed just enough to drag tension back into his thighs.
Warm. Wet. Unrushed.
Each motion felt like she was apologizing and thanking him at the same time.
He groaned again, louder now, hips tensing as her mouth moved over him in slow waves. She didn’t gag, didn’t struggle. Just slid down until her lips met her hand, then pulled back with a soft pop before licking the underside again.
“I missed this” She whispered, cheeks flushed, voice quiet but raw. “Tasting you like this…”
He looked down at her, hair tousled, lips swollen, a string of spit still clinging from her mouth to the head of his cock and nearly came undone all over again.
But she wasn’t done yet.
Her hands shifted. One gently lifted her breasts, soft, still slightly slick from the milk earlier, flushed with warmth.
“I want to use these now” She whispered, voice trembling just slightly. “Will you let me…?”
And she pressed them together.
His cock nestled perfectly between them, slick and ready.
Albion looked up again, waiting.
Ready.
He shivered.
Visibly.
The kind of full-body tremble that started in his thighs and rolled up his spine, a sharp, helpless jolt of sensation at just the sight of her, kneeling there, breasts pressed tight around him, lips swollen from the taste of him, eyes wide and glinting with something far too innocent to be saying what she was about to say.
He swallowed thickly, fingers twitching against his thighs as he tried to breathe through it.
“If you keep looking at me like that” He rasped, voice raw, “I’m gonna cum just from this.”
Albion blinked up at him. Her cheeks flushed deeper, rosy and sweet but she didn’t look away. Her fingers squeezed her breasts a little tighter around his cock, her voice dropping just enough to make his breath stutter.
“…I wouldn’t mind” She whispered.
His heart stopped.
She tilted her head, smiling shyly.
“You can paint my face white… if you want.”
His cock twitched, violently, pressed between her breasts, the head visibly jumping at her words.
Albion saw it.
And cooed.
Her lips curled with soft delight, almost in awe at how her words affected him. Her hands gave a gentle squeeze, her fingers sinking into the sides of her breasts to tighten the press around him.
Then she leaned in.
A soft kiss to the tip.
Just a kiss.
Barely more than a breath.
He groaned through clenched teeth, hips jerking just slightly as his cock jumped again, head flushed and glistening, caught in the valley of her chest.
Albion didn’t stop.
Another kiss, lower now. Then a slow, warm lick across the slit, delicate and too light to satisfy. Her tongue barely touched him, her lips grazing with soft intent.
“I like when you twitch” She murmured.
Another kiss.
“And the sounds you make…”
Her hands didn’t move much. Just a slight rock of her chest, too slow, too gentle, the friction maddeningly soft. He was surrounded by her warmth, her softness, her scent, but not enough. Not quite.
She was edging him.
Not cruelly. Not even on purpose.
Just in that way she did, where she thought she was worshipping him gently, but every little movement pushed him closer to the edge with no release.
He couldn’t breathe.
Every time her tongue flicked out, every subtle squeeze of her breasts, he felt himself pulse against her, the pressure building fast.
“Albion—”
His voice cracked.
She looked up again, all soft concern and curiosity, her lips pink and damp, her eyes wide and innocent, except they weren’t. Not completely.
“You’re shaking again” She said softly, rubbing her cheek lightly along his length.
He moaned.
“Please.”
His hands dug into the couch cushions. His hips tried to stay still, but failed, bucking just enough to push through the slick valley of her chest.
“Please… start. I-I can’t—”
She blinked once.
And something shifted behind her eyes.
A realization. A flicker of understanding. This, the begging in his voice, the tremble in his legs, the frantic pulse of his cock between her breasts, this was what she was doing to him.
Not by accident.
Not anymore.
Albion’s cheeks flushed deeper, her breath catching with a quiet thrill that danced along her skin like electricity. She swallowed once, the corners of her mouth twitching in a breathless, knowing smile.
Then she moved.
Fast.
Her hands squeezed tighter around her breasts, lifting and pressing them together hard, and her arms started pumping—up and down, up and down—in a quick, slippery rhythm that immediately made his head fall back with a strangled groan.
“Oh—fuck—”
The sudden pace stunned him. His hips jerked once, twice, helplessly, as the soft weight of her tits bounced around his cock in quick, greedy pulses.
Albion didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Didn’t even blink again.
She leaned forward, lips parting, tongue darting out, and attacked the head of his cock with soft, wet licks that landed between each pump of her chest. Her tongue swirled, fast and relentless, kissing the crown, teasing the slit, then sucking hard, just for a second, before licking again.
He bucked.
“A-Albion—!”
His thighs tensed. His whole body arched. But he couldn’t come.
Not yet.
The shock of it, her sudden intensity, the heat of her mouth, the bounce of her breasts, all of it slammed into him so fast it stalled the edge for a moment. He gritted his teeth, muscles trembling, torn between release and overload.
Albion moaned softly against his tip, the vibrations driving him insane.
She knew.
She saw the way he twitched, how his hips jerked every time her lips sealed over the head. She felt the tension in his thighs, the helpless rock of his body beneath her hands. And she pushed harder.
Her breasts worked fast, slick and warm, sliding up and down his shaft with wet friction. Her lips stayed at the top, kissing, licking, sucking in short, rapid bursts that made his vision white out behind his eyes.
He couldn’t hold it anymore.
“Gonna—”
The word broke.
She didn’t stop.
Didn’t even slow.
“Albion—I’m—!”
And then he came.
The first spurt hit her cheek.
The second, her lips.
The third painted across the soft swell of her chest, streaking her skin in white ribbons as her breasts squeezed every last drop out of him.
He cried out, hips thrusting once more into the valley of her tits as wave after wave pulsed through him. Hot, thick streams spilled across her skin, her chin, her collarbone. His cock twitched violently between her breasts, his release coating her with shameless, beautiful mess.
Albion let her lips part just enough to catch a final drop on her tongue. then looked up at him through her lashes, flushed and wet and glowing.
He could barely breathe.
And she smiled, shy, sweet, and just a little proud.
He was trying to recover.
Really, he was.
But then he looked at her.
Albion. Kneeling between his legs, skin streaked in white, lips parted, eyes wide and flushed. His cum clung to her cheeks, glistened across the soft slopes of her breasts, pooled faintly in the crease between them where she still pressed them tightly together around his shaft. A thin line dripped slowly down her chin, and she hadn't even wiped it away.
She just… looked at him.
Breathless. Dazed. His.
And that alone made his cock twitch violently between her tits.
A sharp pulse.
Another spurt.
“Hhng—!” He gasped, hips jolting reflexively.
Albion blinked at the fresh rope that landed hot against her throat. Then looked down.
“Oh—”
She hadn’t realized.
She thought he was done.
But now… her lips parted again, this time in a slow, instinctual motion. Her tongue flicked out, licking the tip just as it pulsed again, another spurt, smaller but just as thick, splashing against her lips.
She didn’t hesitate.
She wrapped her mouth around the head immediately, tightly, tongue swirling with sweet, sinful patience.
And her breasts stayed exactly where they were, pressed around him like they were molded for this, slick and hot, squeezing every last drop out of him while her tongue coaxed the finish he didn’t even know he had left.
He groaned, loud this time, a deep, cracked sound of a man pushed well past his limit. His head fell back over the couch, mouth slack, eyes fluttering shut as Albion milked him, slow and gentle and relentless.
She swallowed everything.
Every lingering drop.
Her tongue stayed soft. Worshipful. She didn't overstimulate, she guided him down, easing the twitching pressure, her lips warm around the head of his cock as it finally started to soften between her breasts.
When she pulled back, her lips made a soft pop, and she swallowed one last time, licking the corner of her mouth as she peeked up through silver lashes.
He was smiling.
Dumbly.
Flushed, breathless, completely blissed out, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile uphill.
Albion tilted her head, still gently squeezing her breasts around his softening cock.
“…Feel better?” She asked quietly, her voice barely more than a whisper.
He let out a weak, stunned laugh.
“God, yes…”
And he reached down, thumb brushing her cheek with quiet reverence, wiping away a small drip he wasn’t sure he wanted to clean off.
She didn’t move.
Still kneeling between his legs, her hands gently resting on his thighs, chest rising and falling in slow, shallow breaths. His cock lay soft now, slick and spent between the sticky warmth of her breasts, a faint twitch here and there the only sign of life after what she’d just coaxed out of him.
She looked up at him, cheeks pink, lips shiny and parted.
“That…” She breathed, voice still soft and a little dazed, “…that was the most I’ve ever seen you cum.”
He let out a warm, breathless chuckle, head tilted back against the couch cushion.
“And that” He replied, eyes half-lidded as he looked down at her “Was the hottest I’ve ever seen you.”
Albion blinked, clearly caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone.
Her hands slid slightly up his thighs. She leaned forward again, just a little, her hair brushing against him, her eyes searching his like she wasn’t sure she’d heard right.
“…Really?”
He nodded, slow and sure.
“You liked it that much?” She asked, voice a bit higher, sweet with confusion. “Even when I was talking like that? Doing all that… that…”
She struggled.
The word wouldn’t come.
He smiled.
“Edging me?”
Her eyes widened and then she smiled too.
Shy. Bright. A little amazed at herself.
“…Y-yes.” She nodded quickly, her breasts bouncing lightly with the motion, a sticky trail of his release slipping from between them and down over her stomach.
He groaned, quiet but wrecked. His head fell back again, a long sigh escaping him.
“God, yes.”
That made her giggle, flustered and pleased all at once.
Then she hummed, just a small, curious sound as she leaned in slightly and the noise vibrated softly against the side of his shaft.
He twitched.
Her eyes widened, realizing she’d done that completely by accident.
“Oh—s-sorry!” She squeaked, sitting up straight now.
But the damage was done, her breasts lifted slightly with the motion, streaks of cum painting her skin like ribbons of white silk. And before he could speak again, she raised a finger delicately to her collarbone, catching one of the slow drips.
She brought the finger to her mouth without even thinking.
Licked it clean.
Casual.
Innocent.
Unreal.
He stared, mouth slightly open.
Albion blinked at him, tilting her head like she didn’t understand.
“…Was that weird?”
He exhaled slowly, dazed. “No.”
A beat.
“Just... impossibly hot.”
Her cheeks flushed even deeper. “O-oh…”
She sat back on her heels now, her body still flushed and glistening, her expression shifting from shy pride to something more thoughtful.
“I… I could do that more often” She said quietly. “If you like it. The… um. The edging. The teasing. With my chest…”
Her voice trailed off, fingers twisting nervously in the hem of her robe, which was more decorative now than functional.
He looked at her. All of her.
Kneeling there. Flushed. Covered in him. Glowing like she’d just discovered something powerful and didn’t even know it.
“I’d let you do that every day” He said, honestly.
She smiled, a quiet happiness blooming across her face.
“…Maybe not every day” She said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “But… I’ll try.”
Then, finally, she leaned forward again and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the inside of his thigh.
Just because she wanted to.
No teasing. No games.
Just love.
And in that warm, messy silence, with sunlight slipping in through the curtains and the scent of breakfast still hanging in the air, they stayed like that for a while.
Content.
Close.
Absolutely ruined, and absolutely theirs.
Chapter 25: Enterprise Hot And Wet
Summary:
People asked and I have delivered. Hope you like it!
Chapter Text
The balcony railing pressed coolly against his forearms, a stark contrast to the warm haze of fatigue settled over his body. The Commander was half-slumped against the edge, his weight resting comfortably, though somewhat precariously, against the polished wood. His eyes fluttered softly, lids heavy and barely holding open as he stared out at the slowly darkening horizon.
Afternoon sunlight spilled like liquid gold over the distant hills, casting gentle warmth across the hotel's grounds. Far-off murmurs and laughter drifted upward on the breeze, soft echoes of the other shipgirls enjoying their leisure in the secluded retreat.
Yet here, in his own isolated corner, time seemed suspended. His breath moved slow and steady, each inhale pulling the subtle fragrance of pine and fresh grass deep into his lungs.
He was exhausted. The day's work of planning and strategizing had drained him, his mind now fogged by numbers, scenarios, and contingencies that spun endlessly behind closed eyes. He could still feel the lingering pressure of maps and paperwork, phantom outlines etched into the palms of his hands.
But standing here, alone in the quiet embrace of nature, was a balm. It lulled him softly toward sleep, even as his body stubbornly held itself upright.
His uniform jacket hung open, collar loosened just enough for comfort, the sleeves slightly rumpled. The breeze teased through the fabric, drawing faint goosebumps along his exposed skin. Yet, despite the chill, he made no move to cover himself. The coolness was refreshing, grounding him gently in the present, a tether to keep him from fully drifting away into sleep.
Just as he began to lose himself in the rhythmic sway of branches and the distant rustle of leaves, a soft click behind him stirred him slightly more awake. His mind processed the noise slowly, uncertain if it was real or just another layer of his drowsy imagination. But the quiet footsteps, confident yet tender, quickly confirmed the presence of another.
He did not turn around. There was no need. The familiar cadence of those footsteps, the quiet strength in their stride, told him exactly who it was.
Enterprise had found him.
She paused briefly, standing quietly in the threshold of the sliding glass door, observing him with gentle eyes. Her gaze traveled the relaxed yet exhausted posture of his body, the slightly tousled hair shifting softly in the breeze, and the subtle rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathed.
A soft, affectionate smile curved her lips as she stepped forward quietly. She had expected to find him here, retreating from the chaos into his own quiet space, yet the sight of him so vulnerable and peaceful still warmed her heart unexpectedly.
Without speaking, she carefully shrugged off her coat, folding the fabric in her hands as she moved closer. She reached him quietly, allowing her presence to linger without announcing herself yet. The warmth from her body and the faint, soothing scent of her perfume, something lightly floral mixed with a gentle hint of vanilla, slowly enveloped him in a comforting cloud.
The Commander stirred slightly at the change in atmosphere, his awareness gradually sharpening. His eyes remained closed, yet the quiet rustle of cloth behind him and the soft warmth approaching him were undeniable.
He didn't resist when she placed the coat gently over his shoulders. The fabric settled around him, immediately warding off the chill that had crept into his bones, suffusing him with her warmth and scent. The quiet intimacy of the gesture brought a slow, appreciative sigh from his lips, body instinctively relaxing further beneath the comforting weight of the coat.
"Enterprise" He murmured, voice low and husky with lingering sleepiness, carrying a hint of gentle affection. "You're here."
Her response was a soft chuckle, barely audible but unmistakably tender. She moved quietly beside him, picking up a nearby wooden stool that had been sitting forgotten near the balcony's edge. She settled herself gracefully beside him, close enough for her warmth to continue radiating gently onto him, yet not so near as to disturb his rest.
"Did you expect someone else?" Her voice was warm and teasing, laced with gentle amusement. "You look as though you're about to fall asleep standing here."
He smiled softly, eyes still shut, the corner of his lips curving upward slightly. "Just enjoying a moment. It's easier now that you're here."
She reached out quietly, placing a gentle hand upon his back, fingers brushing tenderly across the fabric of her coat that now covered him. The affectionate gesture drew another quiet sigh from him, this one more openly relieved and content.
"Good" She whispered softly, leaning just a bit closer, allowing her shoulder to press warmly against his side. "You've been working too hard again."
He didn't protest her observation. Instead, he allowed himself to shift just slightly toward her, welcoming her presence. Her words lingered between them, truthful but without reproach, spoken with the gentle care of someone deeply familiar with his patterns and responsibilities.
He opened his eyes slightly, gaze meeting hers for the first time since she'd arrived. Enterprise watched him steadily, her violet eyes soft and filled with warmth. She leaned closer, placing a soft, lingering kiss atop his head, the gentle brush of her lips warm and deeply reassuring.
"You always know how to find me" He murmured softly, allowing his gaze to hold hers steadily. "Thank you."
Enterprise giggled softly, the sound sweet and playful as she leaned in closer, her nose gently nudging beneath his chin. With tender insistence, she coaxed his head upward, guiding his gaze slowly to meet hers. Their eyes met softly, warmth radiating quietly between them in the close silence.
They exchanged slow, deliberate breaths, each exhale and inhale mingling, softly carrying their unspoken affection. Her eyes traced the quiet sleepiness in his, his noting the gentle vulnerability there with a tenderness reserved only for him.
Then, with exquisite gentleness, she brushed her lips softly against his. The kiss was barely a whisper, a teasing promise that lingered just long enough to draw a soft breath from him. Before he could gather his thoughts, she leaned in once more, this time deepening the kiss fully, her mouth moving tenderly against his. It was a kiss that warmed him fully, jolting his senses awake, brushing aside the sleepy haze as effortlessly as sunlight clearing morning mist.
Her arm remained firmly around his back, holding him with comforting intimacy, while her other hand reached down slowly, finding his. Their fingers intertwined effortlessly, the movement speaking volumes of their bond without needing a single word exchanged.
When Enterprise finally drew back, she licked her lips softly, her eyes gleaming with loving amusement. Her forehead pressed gently against his, their shared breath still intermingling warmly. She watched quietly, eyes brightening further, as the Commander's lips began to curve upward slowly, mirroring the blossoming joy she couldn't help but display.
"Your coat" He murmured quietly, voice still carrying a sleepy undertone "It smells like you."
She nodded slowly, her eyes sparkling at his obvious yet genuine statement, a quiet laugh bubbling in her chest. Her smile was broad and affectionate, deeply endeared by his sincere remark.
"And if the roles were reversed" He added softly, his eyes half-lidded yet playful now "You would've already asked to keep mine."
Enterprise laughed, the sound soft and slightly breathless, her head dipping forward briefly to hide the flush blooming on her cheeks. She couldn't help herself, his goofy charm struck directly at her heart, as always. After a gentle sigh to regain her composure, she lifted her head again, meeting his gaze with playful challenge.
"Are you trying to tell me you want my coat?" She teased lightly, eyes bright with affectionate mischief.
He hummed softly in response, shaking his head just slightly with playful nonchalance. "Nah, you can keep it."
She shook her head slowly, a gentle warmth settling in her chest at the effortless flow of their banter. She had no intention of stopping their silly conversation. Every second of it was precious to her, every gentle teasing word, every shared breath, every moment spent in their own quiet world.
Enterprise remained close, letting the playful silence linger a little longer, their faces still intimately near, their breath gently shared. Her thumb traced slow circles on the back of his hand, the rhythmic movement soothing and affectionate.
Eventually, she tilted her head slightly, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper that felt oddly intimate in the warm afternoon air. "You know" She began, eyes sparkling mischievously, "I booked the hot spring the hotel has. Just for us."
The Commander's eyebrows rose slightly, curiosity flickering in his eyes even as a slow, appreciative smile curled at his lips. "Just for us, huh?" He echoed, tone gently teasing yet deeply appreciative.
Enterprise smiled proudly, nodding softly. "Mhm. I thought you could use the relaxation. And besides" She continued, a playful sparkle returning to her eyes, "I'm pretty sure the rest of the girls are already in their rooms, absorbed in their games and gossip. Nobody will disturb us."
He chuckled softly, the sound warm and rich. The idea was appealing, not only the comfort and warmth of the spring itself but the promise of private time together, away from duties, away from distractions. "Sounds perfect" He murmured, genuine gratitude threading warmly through his voice.
Enterprise squeezed his hand gently, her expression softening as she let her forehead press lightly against his again. "So, you'll come?" She asked softly, her voice filled with quiet anticipation.
"Of course" He answered without hesitation, his voice firm and sincere, the warmth behind his words making her cheeks softly flush. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."
She smiled deeply, eyes glowing warmly as she slowly drew back, still holding his hand firmly. "Good" She murmured, her voice gently decisive "Then let's enjoy ourselves."
Together, with quiet, affectionate ease, they stepped back from the balcony railing, leaving behind the peaceful quiet of the afternoon. Their fingers remained firmly intertwined, a simple gesture reflecting the deeper bond they shared.
Moments Later
Steam rolled lazily through the stone archway as the heavy wooden door clicked shut behind them, muffling the quiet world outside. The private hot spring was nestled into the side of the mountain behind the hotel, its perimeter encased by smoothed rock walls and tall bamboo fencing that swayed gently in the wind. Small lanterns cast soft, golden light along the perimeter, flickering against the mist like fireflies trapped in amber.
The pool itself glowed faintly from beneath, lights set into the stone floor casting ripples of warmth through the rising mist. It wasn't large, just enough for two to stretch out and melt but it was secluded, quiet, and still.
Enterprise stepped forward first, her bare feet silent on the wooden planks lining the edge of the spring. The towel wrapped around her body clung damply to her skin, already kissed by the steam, turning the thin white fabric into something nearly transparent.
It traced the curve of her waist perfectly, clinging at the small of her back and flaring just slightly over her hips. A single fold was tucked just beneath her chest, tight enough to keep the towel in place but loose enough to hint at everything beneath.
Her long, pale legs caught the low light in soft glimmers, droplets of condensation trailing slowly down the inside of her thigh. Her skin glowed with a subtle sheen, and her silver hair, unbound now, fell loosely over one shoulder in soft, damp waves. She moved slowly but with quiet purpose, unbothered by how the fabric clung to her or how clearly her silhouette pressed through it.
The Commander followed behind her, slower now, but his eyes were already fixed. The fatigue from earlier had faded, replaced by something warmer, something magnetic. Her back, her shoulders. . .her ass, the effortless way she carried herself in nothing but that barely-there towel, it sent a low pulse through his chest.
Enterprise turned her head slightly, catching his stare. She didn't look away. Instead, she smirked softly.
"Like what you see?" She asked, voice low, a playful rasp underneath the smoothness.
He blinked once, then let the smallest grin tug at the corner of his lips. "I'd be blind not to."
She laughed quietly, the sound soft and breathy, then stepped to the water's edge. Her toes dipped in, testing the temperature with a practiced ease, before she slowly descended one step at a time into the spring. The towel darkened further where the water touched it, clinging tighter, showing even more than it concealed. She didn't rush. She wanted him to look.
When she reached the center of the pool, water up to her hips, she turned and extended a hand. Her expression had shifted, still warm, still teasing, but now softened with something else. Something just for him.
"Come in" She said. "I want you close."
He couldn't ever deny her. Not when she looked at him like that, wrapped in steam and moonlight, with that soft smirk that knew exactly how much power she had over him and never abused it, just offered it like a secret between them.
His hand slid into hers without hesitation.
The water lapped quietly as he stepped in, drawn to her warmth as much as the spring's. Her fingers squeezed his gently before she turned again, wordless, slow. The soft, wet fabric of the towel shifted as she pivoted in the water, her back now facing him once more.
And without asking, without needing to be told, he let his left arm curl naturally around her waist, pulling her into him like it was always meant to be there.
They sank into the water together, her hand guiding his down with her. The smooth stone bench beneath them welcomed their weight, the heat of the spring spreading through muscle and skin like a balm. Both of them sighed at once, the sound low and near-silent, as if speaking louder might disturb something sacred.
Enterprise leaned into him almost immediately, her body folding into his side with fluid ease. Her head nestled into the curve of his shoulder, soft and damp strands of hair brushing his collarbone. Her arm rested over his, fingers drawing absent shapes against the side of his wrist. She tilted her head slightly, placed a soft kiss just above the point of his shoulder, and let out a quiet, pleased giggle when his breath caught just a little.
Time slipped.
They didn't speak. They didn't need to. It passed in shared glances, in lazy fingertips tracing along forearms, in the soft rhythm of the water moving around their legs. Her presence draped over him like the towel wrapped around her, thin, clinging, warm, and impossible to ignore.
Then came the moment.
The subtle shift in pressure as his fingers began to tug softly at the edge of her towel, just beneath the surface of the water. The motion wasn't sudden. It was slow, curious, a question asked with touch instead of words.
Her hand immediately caught his.
But there was no real protest in it.
Her fingers wrapped around his gently, guiding him away from the knot he'd nearly loosened. A small, warning squeeze, and yet she didn't let go of his hand. She kept it captured in hers, resting it against her thigh, where the heat of her skin bled into his palm through the water.
Moments passed. Then he tried again, this time with a different approach, just brushing his knuckles along the side of her towel instead, feeling the way it clung to the gentle slope of her hip.
Again, her fingers met his, catching him in the act, softly halting him but not really. She didn't move away. If anything, she leaned closer, her body angling toward him just a little more. Her breath hitched the tiniest bit against his skin, and a quiet hum escaped her lips.
They went back and forth like that, a silent tug-of-war. He pulled gently, insistently. She resisted with practiced grace. Every time he gained ground, she took it back. And yet the game played out with no urgency, no frustration. Only affection. Only want.
She said nothing.
But her fingers kept missing his on purpose.
Eventually, Enterprise stopped pretending.
Her resistance, soft and playful as it was, faded entirely. With a shift of her hips and a quiet, breathy sigh against his neck, she took his hand and guided it, not away, but to the knot at her side. No words, no glance. Just a silent offer. Her fingers held his there for a moment before slipping away, no longer stopping him.
He didn't hesitate.
His fingers tugged gently, the knot unraveling with ease under the water's surface. The towel loosened, parting softly at the center. It clung briefly, like it still wanted to hide her, but then she moved, just enough to let it slip off her shoulders and slide down her body. The water welcomed the fabric as it sank, forgotten completely the moment it vanished along the surface.
She turned her body toward him, unabashed and warm, her breath brushing his skin. Her eyes flicked down for only a second before her right hand reached for the knot at his hip. She made short work of it, just a tug and a sweep of her palm, and the towel slid off his lap, gone before he could respond.
She looked up again, a silent smile playing at her lips, full of heat and quiet fondness, as if this moment was something inevitable, something already long decided.
He leaned in.
His lips found hers with a slow certainty, not asking, just taking, because she'd already given. Enterprise met him in kind, her mouth molding against his, soft and sure, the warmth of her skin pressed tight to his chest.
Her left hand trailed up his side as they kissed, nails dragging gently along his ribs, not quite scratching, just enough to make him feel the pull.
Her right hand slid low, guiding his left up the length of her thigh beneath the water, slow and deliberate. She lifted her leg slightly, easing him between them with practiced grace, and his knuckles grazed against the inside of her other thigh. The contact was light but charged, the heat of her there unmistakable even through the haze of the spring.
Enterprise moaned, soft and low into his mouth, her breath catching with a pleased tremble. She tilted her head, deepening the kiss, her fingers climbing higher over his chest, slipping over his collarbone to curl loosely at the back of his neck.
Their mouths parted briefly only to meet again, more urgent now. Lips parted. Tongues slid together, unashamed and slow, the kind of kiss that left nothing hidden between them. It wasn't rushed, but it wasn't idle either, just the steady burn of two people who'd been here before, who knew exactly what they wanted and saw no reason to pretend otherwise.
The air between them grew heavier. The spring around them, the steam, the quiet of the night, it all faded beneath the press of her thighs and the heat growing rapidly between their bodies.
Their mouths stayed locked a moment longer, breaths now hot between parting lips, steam rising all around them, but nothing in that spring compared to the heat blooming in their joined bodies.
Enterprise let out another hum, half-laugh, half-moan, as she slowly pulled back from the kiss, her lips lingering just an inch from his.
Her thumb grazed the edge of his jaw. "You're always so patient" She murmured, her voice low and pleased, the kind of praise laced with mischief. "But I know exactly what you've been thinking since I took off that towel."
His smirk answered for him, slow and crooked, his eyes dipping over the lines of her body that now pressed up against him. "What was I supposed to do?" He asked, his voice heavier now, deeper in his throat. "You wanted me looking. You made sure of it."
Enterprise leaned in again, brushing her lips beside his ear, her breath warm and close. " Of course, I always want you looking." Her tone carried no embarrassment, no hesitation. It was all hers. That confidence, that certainty in how she could unravel him, it was seared into every syllable.
Her hands found his shoulders, pushing lightly, urging him to settle deeper into the stone ledge. He leaned back obediently, arms relaxed against the spring wall behind him. Her movements were smooth, practiced, but not rushed.
This wasn't a lunge or a dive. It was something deliberate. She wanted him to feel all of it.
She rose slightly in the water, knees straddling his thighs, the shift causing the water to lap gently against their waists. Her body, glowing from the ambient lantern light and the film of moisture clinging to her skin, moved with fluid grace as she adjusted her position. One hand braced lightly on his chest, the other gripping his shoulder as she slowly lowered herself, letting her heat meet the underside of his arousal.
The first contact drew a slow, low exhale from them both.
Her slick warmth pressed against him, not taking him in, not yet, but gliding along the length of him, coating him with every slow grind of her hips. She shifted gently, deliberately, dragging her slickness across his shaft in long, teasing strokes. Her breath shivered slightly as she moved, and her head tilted back as she arched just enough for her body to grind harder against him.
"I've missed this" She whispered, voice tight with the tremble of pleasure she didn't try to hide.
His hands rose to her hips, not pulling, not guiding, just holding her, firm and reverent, fingers pressing lightly into the softness of her skin. "Then stop teasing" He said softly, though there was no bite in it, only need. "You don't have to work me up. I'm already there."
Enterprise smirked again, that same curl of her lips that always preceded some reckless decision in battle or in bed.
"I know" She said. "But I like watching you wait."
Still, she shifted forward, hips lifting slightly. Her hand reached down between them, guiding him to her entrance with a careful, practiced touch. She eased down slowly, letting the head of his cock press against her slick folds, her breath catching with a soft gasp as the pressure mounted.
Her thighs flexed around him as she sank down, inch by inch, her body swallowing him with slow, aching control.
A long, shuddering breath left her lips, one hand clutching his shoulder tighter while the other pressed firm to his chest for balance. Her walls tightened around him instinctively, pulling him in, warming every inch of him as she took him deeper.
He groaned low in his throat, eyes fluttering half-shut as he felt her envelop him fully, the stretch, the heat, the slow rhythm of her settling into his lap until there was no space left between them.
Enterprise exhaled, her forehead falling gently against his again. Her lips were parted, breath coming faster now, her voice only a whisper.
"Perfect" She said, her hips giving a slow roll, testing the movement. "You always fit so perfectly."
He kissed her again, hard this time, their mouths hungry, breath mingled. One of his hands slid from her waist to her back, fingers splayed wide, pressing her closer as her hips began to move, not frantically, not yet, but in slow, circling rhythms that left them both gasping softly into each other's mouths.
The spring around them rippled, the water stirring with every careful motion of her body, every grind of her hips as she rode him slowly in the mist-lit dark.
Their bodies stayed pressed together in the quiet steam, every breath, every shift, intimate and thick with heat. Her hands explored with no hesitation, tracing the lines of his chest, his shoulders, fingers dancing across his skin as if rediscovering him for the first time, though she'd touched him like this many times before.
That never seemed to matter to her. Every time felt new in the way she touched, like she couldn't help herself.
His hands moved too, first gliding down her waist, steadying her hips as they rocked, then slowly circling around to her front. He lifted his palms with a deliberate slowness, watching her face as his fingers met the swell of her breasts.
They filled his hands perfectly, warm and soft, nipples already hardened against his touch. The heat of her skin, the weight of her chest, the way her breath caught, he absorbed all of it.
Enterprise let out a moan, rich and low, but it was mostly swallowed between their mouths as he kissed her again, deeper now. Their tongues met with slow hunger, lips parting and pressing, breaths falling in sync as their hips moved in a lazy rhythm beneath the water.
She angled herself just right, her pelvis tilted forward so that every roll of her hips sent her clit rubbing against the toned slope of his lower abdomen, friction building with every pass. The motion dragged him deeper each time, her walls tightening, coaxing.
He squeezed her gently, thumbs brushing over her nipples, earning another tremble from her body and a soft gasp against his lips. They stayed like that for a while, making out, grinding, teasing, content to stay in the slow burn, prolonging the tension just enough to feel it wrap around them both.
Eventually, Enterprise pulled back from the kiss, lips parted, chest rising and falling faster now. Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils wide and glossy. "It's always my chest" She breathed, a smile tugging at her lips despite her tone of mock complaint. "First thing you grope every damn time."
He grinned, wide and unashamed, his hands still gently kneading her. "I mean... with these orbs around, what chance do I have?"
She scoffed, half-laugh, half-huff, and let her forehead press against his, still riding him slow, still slick and hot around him. "I thought my thighs were my greatest asset" She murmured with feigned hurt.
"Oh, they are" He said immediately, giving a teasing thrust upward that made her hips stutter and both of them smile harder. "Your ass is incredible, too. And your face?" He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers again, whispering the next part so only she could hear it. "Your face is absolutely perfect."
His hands tightened briefly around her chest. "So really" He added, grin returning,"How can I not touch all of them? Your breasts just come first."
She exhaled a low laugh, shaking her head like she couldn't believe how ridiculous he was and how much she loved every second of it.
"Fine" She muttered, lifting her hips slightly, letting him slide almost out of her before sinking back down with a deeper grind. "Then I guess you can keep touching them. . . while I actually start riding you."
The rhythm changed.
Her thighs tensed around his hips as she began to move with purpose, lifting and sinking, her breath hitching with every downward push. The water rippled loudly around them now, slapping gently against the stone, her body bouncing in his lap with slow, deliberate force.
His hands stayed on her chest at first, fingers massaging, thumbs flicking across her nipples as she rode him harder. Each thrust of her hips sent a wave of tight pleasure through both of them, the connection of skin on skin loud and wet beneath the surface. Her arms stayed braced on his shoulders, her body pressed flush to his with every forward grind.
He kissed her again, just under her jaw, then down her throat, lips catching on the soft slope of her neck as her movements grew more intense. She moaned openly now, no longer trying to stifle anything, the sound reverberating through the close space around them, carried by steam and water and the slap of their bodies joining.
Her pace built slowly, not frantic, but confident, practiced, sensual. Her thighs squeezed with every downward push, every stroke sending him deeper, the tension in both of them building like coiled wire about to snap.
"God, you feel so good" He groaned, hands now sliding down to grip her waist, guiding her movements as she bounced and rolled above him.
"Just sit back and let me ride you" She hissed, but she was smiling, flushed and glowing, her eyes burning into his.
He didn't argue. He just held her tighter, pulling her down harder with each lift of her hips, letting her grind herself closer and closer to the edge with every slick motion.
And Enterprise rode.
She wasn't shy about anything, not her words, not her body, not her desires. She never had been with him. And now, straddling him fully, hips flushed down with every inch of him buried inside, her slick folds spread open around the base of his cock, she made no effort to contain the need in her voice or the hungry gleam in her eyes.
She rocked slowly in his lap, bottoming out again, her folds pressing tight against his pelvis, her breath stalling just slightly from the delicious pressure. Then she leaned in, kissing him, brief, hot, lips parted but gone too quickly to be satisfied.
"I want it inside" She murmured, voice honey-thick and sultry, each word sliding against his ear like silk. "As always. And..." She drew her forehead back to his, her nose brushing his again, breath shivering out in a whisper. "Would you be a dear and tease my clit for me?"
He didn't say anything right away, just smiled faintly, subtly, that quiet promise already forming behind his eyes. His right hand slipped from her waist and slid down beneath the water, between them, fingers moving with precision and reverence as they found her again. He didn't rush it. He never did.
And when his index and middle fingers gently circled the swollen bud at the top of her folds, wet, sensitive, already throbbing from every grind and bounce, she gasped. Her body twitched in his lap, her thighs squeezing around him reflexively as she let out a stuttered, breathy moan, her lips parting as her head dropped lightly against his shoulder.
"Fuck" She breathed out, voice quivering. "You've gotten way too good at that." Her nails lightly scratched against his shoulder, not out of frustration but pure pleasure. Her hips jolted forward instinctively, seeking more. "I love that so much..."
She didn't let the moment linger long before kissing him again, this time hot, deep, tongues clashing with a shared, desperate hunger. As their lips parted and their kiss broke with a string of breath and saliva, her hips started moving again in earnest.
The slow grind turned into something sharper.
Her rhythm intensified, thighs burning as she bounced in his lap, ass slapping lightly against his thighs with every descent. The heat of her body swallowed him whole, her walls clenching around him, coaxing, urging. His fingers stayed right where she needed them, working small, tight circles around her clit, matched to the cadence of her rising and falling.
His other hand never left her chest, his thumb and forefinger rolling her nipple, tugging and teasing until it stood hard against his touch. Every motion wrung more gasps from her lips, more helpless little moans that spilled between sighs of his name and murmured curses at just how good he felt inside her.
Her head tilted back, silver hair falling down her back in wet waves, her chest heaving with every breath, every grind. Her hips snapped down harder now, the sound of their bodies meeting louder in the rising steam, water splashing subtly with the force of her thrusts.
"Don't stop" She moaned, her voice tight, coming undone. "Fuck~ don't stop, just like that. . ."
He didn't. He couldn't have, even if he wanted to. Her body milked him with every movement, the pressure building fast now, that fire coiling low in his spine, crawling up through his gut with every clench of her slick, pulsing heat.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, her thighs beginning to shake as she started to lose rhythm, every muscle in her body tightening around him.
"Commander!" She gasped, voice cracking, desperate.
"Come on, Enty," He breathed against her lips, hand still working her clit, faster now. "Let go."
And she did.
Enterprise came hard, thighs trembling, breath catching in her throat as she cried out against his neck. Her body locked down around him, her walls tightening, clenching, fluttering as her orgasm tore through her in slow, rolling waves that left her gasping.
And the second she clenched, he lost it.
His grip on her everything tightened as he buried himself deep one last time, groaning low into her hair as his climax hit. His hips bucked once, twice, hard, and then stilled as he spilled into her, the warmth flooding her just another layer of the pleasure already unraveling them both.
They stayed like that, joined, shaking, lips barely apart, breaths tangled and bodies soaked in sweat and water and each other, until the wave passed.
And even after it did, neither of them moved.
Enterprise was the first to move, if it could even be called that.
It wasn't much, just a slow lean forward, her head dipping low, her mouth seeking his like it belonged there. Her lips brushed his once, soft and wet, then again, with more weight, more want.
The kiss started lazy, almost sweet, but quickly melted into something messier, more primal. Her tongue pushed between his lips, sliding past with little resistance, meeting his in a slow, greedy twist that deepened with every second.
Their mouths opened wide against each other, lips parting wetly, tongues dancing and pressing and curling. It wasn't graceful, it wasn't supposed to be. This was sloppy, full of panting breaths and moans caught between sucks and slow slides.
He tasted her, she tasted him, both of them completely unbothered by the spit that began to build between them. Their chins slicked, and by the time they finally pulled apart, a thick strand of saliva stretched between their tongues before snapping quietly and trailing down Enterprise's bottom lip.
She didn't bother wiping it away.
His cum was still warm inside her, thick and heavy, and the way he was still seated deep, filling her, keeping her stretched, added a fresh throb between her legs that her twitching thighs couldn't ignore. They stared at each other in the aftermath, chests heaving slightly, breaths still heavy.
Neither of them said anything yet. Words would only get in the way of the feeling.
Eventually, Enterprise inhaled slowly, long and shaky, then lifted herself off him, carefully, deliberately. His cock slid free with a wet sound, and a soft gasp escaped her lips as she settled just a little farther back, sitting now on his knees. Her body trembled again as his release, mixed with her own, dripped from between her lips, escaping in thick, slow ribbons into the hot spring below.
The water filtered clean automatically, thank god, but even if it hadn't, neither of them would have cared in that moment. They weren't thinking about the mess. They were thinking about each other.
Enterprise glanced down at him and immediately broke into a wide, toothy grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're still hard?" She asked, her voice breathy but amused. "After all that?"
He laughed, not ashamed in the least, his hands sliding down the curve of her back to cup her ass again, giving it a firm, playful squeeze. "You're one to talk" He shot back. "Your legs are shaking, and you're still dripping. Don't tell me you're satisfied."
She bit her bottom lip, smiling harder, her breath catching slightly as he squeezed again. "No" she admitted, voice softer now, eyes half-lidded. "I'm not."
With a subtle shift of her hips, she pushed herself back, just far enough for her thighs to line up perfectly around his cock. She didn't speak as she adjusted, just guided him wordlessly, the tip nestling between the soft, slick muscles of her thighs.
She pressed them together tightly, trapping him in a warm, velvety grip that squeezed just right.
Then she began to move.
Slow at first, her hips shifting forward and back in a gentle, smooth rhythm. The head of his cock peeked out between the tops of her thighs with every stroke, slick with leftover arousal, gliding easily along the soft skin. The pressure wasn't deep like before, but it was different, deliciously tight, maddening in its own way.
He exhaled hard, watching the motion below, eyes following the way her thighs moved, the way her skin glistened, the way her folds occasionally kissed the underside of his shaft.
Enterprise let out a pleased hum, enjoying his reaction, her hands braced on his knees behind her for balance. "Still think it's not my best asset?" She asked with a teasing raise of her brow, squeezing tighter as she moved faster, adding a gentle bounce to the grind that sent more of her slickness smearing down his shaft.
"I'm rethinking everything" He groaned, his grip on her ass tightening.
She smirked. "Good."
And she kept going.
Enterprise quickly picked up on it, the twitch of his thighs beneath her, the slight shiver in his breath every time her slick inner thighs squeezed around him just a bit tighter. She could feel his cock throb against the silken glide of her skin, already flushed, already sensitive, still coated in the afterglow of their first climax but far from finished.
A slow, wicked smile crept across her lips.
She didn't say a word. She just adjusted, knees pulling in slightly, tightening the seal of her thighs around him. The next stroke dragged the full length of his shaft between them with delicious friction, the head peeking out near the top, only to disappear again as she rolled her hips back.
He groaned, deeper now, his head falling back against the stone ledge of the spring, neck exposed, chest rising and falling faster.
"You're getting close again" She murmured, voice low and velvety, her breath ghosting over his throat as she leaned in closer.
He didn't answer.
He didn't need to.
She could feel it. His cock pulsed harder with each pass, his breath hitching when she gave just a bit more pressure. She shifted her angle, tilted her hips just slightly, and suddenly the underside of his shaft was rubbing right against her folds again, close, but not quite inside, just enough to drag slick warmth up and down his length with every thrust of her thighs.
Her hand left his knee, moving up slowly, gliding over the curve of his abdomen, his chest, finding its target with practiced ease. She let her fingertips graze over his nipple, gently at first, then circled around it slowly, teasing. His reaction was immediate, a short, sharp exhale, his hips twitching beneath her, cock jerking slightly between her thighs.
Enterprise's smile widened, eyes gleaming in the lantern-lit steam. "Oh" She purred "So you do like that..."
He opened his mouth to say something, maybe to protest, maybe to admit it, but she pinched softly, rolling the hardened bud between her thumb and forefinger while keeping her thighs moving in that tight, teasing rhythm.
His moan was low and strangled. Beautiful.
Her other hand came up to his shoulder, bracing herself as she leaned in, letting her chest press to his, her lips brushing just along the edge of his jaw.
She kept working him, hips grinding, thighs squeezing, hand teasing his chest, feeling every tremble in his legs, every subtle twitch in his cock. His hands were on her waist now, fingers digging in without meaning to, trying to ground himself. His mouth found her shoulder, biting down lightly to muffle another groan.
"You're gonna cum" She whispered, her voice velvet and heat, breath brushing against his ear. "Just from this. Just from my thighs."
He managed a broken laugh, breathless and raw. "Don't flatter yourself."
But his hips bucked a little harder.
She laughed low and sultry. "Too late."
Her pace picked up, wet heat building fast again. Her thighs worked him tighter, her body trembling slightly from the effort, but she didn't stop. She wanted it. Wanted to feel him twitch and spill between her legs, wanted to wring another climax from him without even putting him back inside.
She rolled her hips one more time, squeezing at the base, her thumb flicking across his nipple again, and that was it.
He groaned deep in his throat, fingers digging into her skin as he came hard between her thighs, his cock jerking wildly against her flesh. Thick, hot ropes spilled out, smearing along her skin and leaking into the water below, mixing with everything else they'd left there.
Enterprise slowed her hips gradually, drawing out every last twitch, every pulse of release. She held him tight through it all, her lips brushing his cheek as she whispered, "That's it... just like that..."
Only when his body finally sagged back against the stone, breath ragged and spent, did she ease the pressure and lift herself up slightly, his softening cock slipping from between her thighs, still twitching faintly in the aftermath.
She looked down at him, a smug grin stretching across her face, and let out a satisfied, "Hah..."
"See?" She added, sitting back on his lap with no shame at all, smearing the rest of his release across her skin. "Told you my thighs were dangerous."
Enterprise didn't give him time to catch his breath. The moment the last tremor of release faded from his thighs, she leaned in again, grabbing his jaw with a firm hand and pulling him into another kiss, wet, sloppy, and far from gentle.
Their lips crashed with the weight of everything unsaid, everything still burning between them. Tongues met messily, breath exchanged in heated gasps, and neither of them cared about the cum still dripping between them, or the faint splashes echoing against the stone. Her mouth tasted like moans, soft and hungry, and his still tasted like her.
As they kissed, her other hand moved down her body, sliding between her legs without hesitation. She found her slick folds with practiced ease, fingers dipping into the mess he'd left inside her, curling into herself with a low moan as she worked his cum out slowly, teasingly. She wasn't gentle. She didn't want to be.
He felt the way her body tensed and shivered above him, the subtle stutter in her kiss every time her fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot. She broke the kiss once, just enough to let out a groan against his lips, before diving back in, her breath ragged now, her desire far from spent.
When she finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva still connecting them, her chest was rising fast, flushed, nipples hard, pupils blown wide. She gave him a look that was equal parts daring and pleading, then slowly stood and stepped out of the spring, water running in rivulets down her legs.
She moved onto the nearest flat rock ledge, still slick with mist, and turned herself to face him. No ceremony, no teasing, she just sat down, leaned back on her elbows, and spread her legs wide, her fingers still glistening with their shared mess.
"You know what to do" She said softly, her voice less commanding than usual—tinged now with need.
He was already moving.
The moment he was on her, mouth between her thighs, her breath caught hard in her throat. He wasted no time, tongue pressing into her folds, parting her with slow precision. He licked her from base to clit in one long drag, savoring every second, every twitch of her hips beneath him.
Enterprise moaned, one arm falling back to brace herself on the rock while the other came forward to grip the back of his head, fingers tangling in his damp hair as she pressed his face in deeper.
"Fuck. . .yes" She gasped, her voice quivering.
His tongue circled her clit, then flicked softly, quickly, drawing another sharp breath from her lungs. Her thighs flexed against his head, hips grinding slowly against his mouth as if chasing every movement. Her slickness coated his lips, every taste of her igniting him again. He felt himself twitch, cock half-hard again in the water, aching back to life.
Then her foot slid between his legs.
She didn't look at him. She didn't have to. Her toes found his shaft, brushing softly along its length with slow, teasing pressure, the ball of her foot pressing lightly against the underside. She began to move it, small strokes, smooth and wet from the water, never once breaking rhythm with her hips.
But her control was already cracking.
The more he worked her over, the more her teasing faltered. Her foot lost tempo, pressing too hard or twitching with every flick of his tongue. Her legs trembled more now, the tightness in her thighs no longer playful but desperate.
He sucked her clit gently, then again, harder this time, and she cried out, her back arching sharply, foot curling uselessly against his cock as her pleasure overtook her focus.
Her hand tightened in his hair, not to stop him, but to keep him there.
"Don't stop" She panted. "Please. . .don't fucking stop."
And he didn't.
Enterprise held out longer than most would. Her pride, her confidence, they burned too hot to let her fold easily, even with his tongue working her over like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.
Her foot kept moving, slow and careful at first, teasing along his length beneath the water. She dragged her sole over the shaft, rubbed the tip gently with the pad of her toe, every motion delicate but deliberate. She knew exactly what she was doing, getting him hard again, bringing him back to full, aching attention, all while keeping herself right on the edge.
But she was cracking.
His tongue circled her clit again, more insistent now, and she gasped, a sharp inhale that turned into a low, trembling moan. Her legs twitched slightly against his shoulders, that strong composure of hers visibly unraveling with every flick, every suck.
She tried to keep the pressure on his cock, tried to keep stroking him with her foot. And for a few more seconds, she managed. Her toe traced along the vein on the underside of his shaft, her heel nudged gently under his balls. He twitched hard beneath the water, a groan vibrating into her folds, making her cry out in return.
But when he added his fingers, two sliding into her with practiced ease, curling just right inside he, Enterprise lost it.
She moaned loud, openly, her head falling back, her foot slipping uselessly off his cock as her thighs trembled harder now, flexing around his head instead of toying with him. Her fingers clutched at his hair, nails digging into his scalp as her hips began to roll helplessly against his mouth, chasing his tongue with raw, aching need.
Her pride didn't matter anymore.
She submitted without saying it, hips stuttering, breath hitching as his tongue circled her clit faster now, perfectly synced with the thrust of his fingers deep inside her. Each motion stroked right where she needed, dragging her higher with every second.
"F-fuck, you. ." She stammered, voice shaking. "You're gonna—"
He didn't slow.
He couldn't. She tasted too good, sounded too perfect, her walls clenching around his fingers with every cry. Her body was humming now, taut and trembling, the muscles in her stomach fluttering as she neared the edge. She let out a gasp, legs locking around his back as the tension snapped. . .
Her orgasm crashed through her with brutal force.
She cried out, loud and raw, hand gripping his hair like a lifeline as her thighs squeezed tight around his head. Her body shuddered violently, hips jerking against his mouth, riding out the climax on his tongue as her slickness spilled onto his lips, mixing with the mess already there.
She twitched once, twice, then sagged against the rock, panting, chest heaving. Her hand slipped from his head. Her thighs loosened. But her eyes stayed on him, glassier now, dazed and wide and glowing in the lantern light.
She didn't say it out loud.
She didn't have to.
He just made her fall apart.
He didn't move right away. He stayed there, kneeling between her legs, watching her chest rise and fall with quick, uneven breaths. Her arms had gone slack at her sides, fingers twitching occasionally, still coming down from the high he'd dragged out of her.
Steam still swirled around them, but the heat between their bodies had long overtaken it.
He gave her a moment, watching her face soften from blissed-out haze back to something focused, though still flushed, still hungry. When her eyes finally blinked open again, catching his, he leaned in a little, voice low and rough from everything that had already passed between them.
"You want more?"
Enterprise let out a breathless laugh, running a hand over her face like she couldn't believe he even had to ask. "Fuck yes" She panted, eyes dark with need. "You better not be done."
Back At Her Room
They didn't dry off properly.
By the time they'd stumbled into their room, towel half-draped and discarded, they were still dripping, water, sweat, each other. The door barely shut behind them before she pulled him in by the wrist, backing toward the bed with that same confident grin, her body still trembling from earlier but her intent unmistakably clear.
Now they were chest-to-chest again, slick skin against slick skin, the sheets beneath them already damp and wrinkled.
He was on top of her, hips settled between her thighs, his cock deep inside, surrounded by warmth that squeezed down on him like a vice. Enterprise's legs were hooked high around his waist, ankles crossed behind him, her hands gripping his back, nails digging slightly with each deep, deliberate thrust.
The air was thick with heat, filled with the wet slap of their bodies meeting again and again, the soft creak of the bed beneath them, and the mix of low groans and whispered curses that passed between their lips.
She kissed him, sloppy and open-mouthed, tongues colliding mid-breath, spit trailing between their lips every time they pulled away for air. Her forehead pressed to his, sweat gluing strands of silver hair to her cheek. He licked it away without thinking, mouth moving down to her jaw, her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.
Her breasts flattened against his chest with every roll of his hips, nipples sliding slick along his skin, and the sensation made her arch up into him with a shuddering moan.
"Yes, don't stop. . ." She breathed, voice hoarse, body already wound up again. "Just like that, harder. . ."
He answered with another thrust, deeper this time, hips slamming forward as her thighs locked tighter around his back. Their bodies were soaked, sweat, spit, slick, and neither of them cared. The wet sounds of skin on skin echoed through the room, every thrust rougher, every kiss hotter, until the only thing that existed was each other.
And they weren't even close to finished.
His hips moved with purpose now, not rushed but with an intense, unrelenting rhythm that made Enterprise cry out with every thrust. Her body moved with his naturally, like it had always been meant to meet him like this, slick and open and pulsing around him.
The bed rocked beneath them in time with his pace, each push dragging the head of his cock deep inside her, bottoming out against her sweet spot, again and again. His weight pressed her down into the soaked sheets, his chest flush against hers, sweat rolling from where their skin met. Her nipples rubbed against him with every movement, sending little jolts of overstimulation through her already sensitive body.
Enterprise was undone, flushed and breathless beneath him, her hands now gripping his shoulders like she was holding on for dear life. Her eyes fluttered, her mouth half-open, gasping, moaning his name when his angle shifted just right and made her see stars.
He couldn't take his eyes off her.
The way her lips trembled. The way her hair stuck to her damp forehead. The way her hips kept rising to meet his, greedy and desperate and wanting more, no matter how deep he already was. She was everything in that moment, powerful and beautiful, undone and full of fire.
Her voice cracked as she moaned, "Fuck—yes—keep going, just like that—"
He did, burying himself to the hilt every time, dragging his cock back out slick and soaked before slamming it home again. Her inner walls fluttered around him, every squeeze begging him to give her more.
One of his hands slid down, gripping the underside of her thigh, lifting it slightly to push himself in even deeper. She cried out, loud and raw, clutching at his back as her body began to seize up again, her climax building fast and wild.
"Gonna cum—" She gasped, biting her bottom lip, eyes rolling back slightly. "You're gonna make me—again—!"
His thrusts lost rhythm then, the tightness in his own core finally snapping taut, the heat at the base of his spine boiling over. Her walls squeezed him so hard now, so wet, so hot, and his cock throbbed deep inside her in answer.
He leaned down, buried his face into her neck, and growled her name as he slammed into her one last time, harder than before, and spilled inside her. His hips twitched, pumping through the release, ropes of thick cum filling her up again, mixing with the mess already there, spilling between their joined bodies with each final thrust.
Enterprise screamed softly beneath him, legs locking, body arching as her orgasm tore through her. Her whole frame shook, her nails dug in, and her voice broke as she moaned into his ear, shuddering under the weight of it all.
For a moment, neither moved.
Their bodies stayed tangled, pressed tight together, breath stuttering, skin slick and twitching from the sheer force of what they'd just poured into each other.
Eventually, his arms gave out, and he let himself collapse forward, chest still against hers, his softened cock slipping free slowly, the warm mess between her legs smearing across her inner thighs and the ruined sheets. She didn't seem to care. She just wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him tighter into her, humming softly as she kissed his temple.
He rolled to the side, pulling her with him, and they curled together instinctively, limbs locked, skin still hot, their breathing slowly finding the same rhythm again.
Enterprise buried her face into the crook of his neck, her hand lazily resting over his heart, fingers tracing slow circles on his chest. "That was..." She mumbled.
"I know" He whispered back, voice rough and low.
They didn't say much else. They didn't need to.
Wrapped in each other, warm and spent and so thoroughly satisfied, they let the silence hold them, heavy, comforting, and full of everything words couldn't reach.
Chapter 26: Beneath Shinano's Tails
Chapter Text
Rain fell in a steady curtain outside the dorm window, the droplets chasing one another in lazy rivulets down the glass. The night had long since settled in, heavy and soft, broken only by the occasional low grumble of thunder echoing somewhere out at sea.
Inside the Commander's room, the world was quiet. The air was thick with warmth, the low hum of a heater in the corner, the scent of faint cologne still clinging to a half-folded shirt on the back of a chair, and above all, the comfort of her.
Shinano lay sprawled across his chest, her weight gentle, her breath soft and even. The oversized dress shirt she wore, his, still warm from the dryer, was too big for her slender frame, but the sight of her wrapped in it, bare thighs peeking out beneath its hem, was enough to make his fingers tighten slightly in her hair.
She let out a soft, pleased murmur in response.
"Mmmnn..."
Her tails shifted, one by one, curling over his legs, draping over his waist, cocooning them both in layers of silken warmth. Each slow pass of his hand through her thick hair made her twitch slightly against him, her ears fluttering when his nails scraped just a little too delicately behind them.
"...You are too kind to this one..." She murmured sleepily, voice barely above a whisper, the words riding the edge of a sigh. "A gentle pet... a warm lap... it is no wonder this one cannot resist the dream. . ."
He chuckled low in his throat, the sound making her smile against his collarbone. The bed dipped ever so slightly beneath them, a subtle shift as she pressed herself closer, like a cat finding the exact right spot to rest. Her cheek nuzzled just under his jaw, breath brushing his neck, and her legs slotted softly between his.
He didn't say anything. Didn't need to.
Instead, his hand traced another path through her hair, down the curve of her back, stopping just before the edge of her lacy blue panties. They clung to her hips with fragile grace, just a bit askew from how she'd twisted earlier, her tail brushing over the hemline like it had a mind of its own.
For a while, that was enough.
Rain. Breath. Touch. The unspoken rhythm of two lovers existing quietly together beneath the weight of the night.
And yet...
Shinano's ear flicked again, her brow furrowing faintly.
He was still petting her, slow, steady strokes, like he was trying to lose himself in the motion, but he hadn't once shifted to join her in sleep. That was unlike him.
Usually, he gave in. Let her lull him down into that shared place of rest. Sometimes they fell asleep like this, tangled and half-dressed. Other times, they whispered until dreams took them. But this time...
Her blue eyes cracked open.
"...You are awake still..." She whispered, her voice low, dreamy, but clear.
He didn't answer right away.
She shifted slightly atop him, raising herself on one elbow, her silver-blue hair cascading forward like moonlight made liquid. The shirt fell loosely around her, sliding off one shoulder to expose the smooth curve of her collarbone and the soft upper slope of her chest.
Her expression was soft, but her gaze was sharp now, the way only hers could be, that weightless seriousness, like looking through fog and still seeing clearly.
"...This one senses something troubles you."
A beat. Then another. Then finally, he met her eyes.
"Just... thinking."
"Too much for rest to come find you?"
He gave a quiet hum. "Maybe."
She tilted her head slightly, strands of hair falling across her cheek. Her fingers, those soft, slender things that so often clutched at him in dreamlike embrace, reached up and gently brushed at the corner of his mouth.
"Speak to this one" She said softly. "Tell her of the weight that holds you still. If not with words, then... in some other way."
His breath caught at that.
Her body, so delicate in the half-light, shifted again, her thighs sliding slowly over his hips as she straddled him now fully, pressing her weight down with gentle deliberation. Her tails moved aside, framing them in pale arcs, and the heat between them slowly thickened with every passing moment.
"I am yours..." She whispered, leaning down, lips brushing just below his ear. "Whatever darkness clouds your heart... this one will help you dissolve it. Wordlessly, if need be."
The room was quiet again, save for the rain, the throb of the heater, and now... his heartbeat, loud in his chest beneath her.
She felt it too.
And she smiled.
He looked at her like he was trying to remember something. Something important, something real, and failing.
His gaze, once so clear and focused, felt a little distant now. Not cold. Just. . . dulled. Like the weight in his chest had spread into his eyes. The light she adored, that glint that made her tails twitch with delight whenever it turned toward her, it was dim. Faint.
Not gone, but hiding.
She didn't frown. Didn't speak. Her expression didn't crack, only softened.
Instead, she leaned down.
The motion was slow, full of deliberate tenderness, her body stretching out over his. Her knees slid farther down the bed, thighs tightening around his sides as she settled her weight completely onto him. Her chest pressed flush to his; her belly brushed his with every slow breath. The soft swell of her hips sank against his, and the thick brush of her tails fanned out behind her, then curled down over them like a blanket summoned from some dream-born instinct.
One layer of covers remained. The one they'd originally tucked under. But it may as well have not existed. The air between them was no longer shared with the world outside. There was no world outside.
Just her.
Her warmth. Her scent, soft, subtle, but entirely her, jasmine, silk, and something darker that always lingered near the base of her neck, like dusk held in her skin. He breathed it in without thinking, and it filled his lungs like sleep made physical.
Her hands rose slowly.
One, then the other.
Pale fingers with barely visible calluses from years of duty, so gentle, so deadly, lifted to cradle his face. Her thumbs pressed under his cheekbones, not hard, but with intent. She tilted his face upward slightly, making sure he could see her eyes.
Blue.
Not the cold of ice or sky, but deep, dreamlike oceans. Water at midnight. Light caught in still depths. The kind of blue that didn't reflect anything back, it just held you.
"...Breathe" She whispered.
And then she kissed him.
It was like the room vanished.
No thunder, no heat, no weight of blankets or time or stress. Just the press of her lips, plush and slow and deceptively soft, locking onto his with impossible grace.
His breath caught instantly.
He always forgot how her kisses felt. Always. Maybe it was because his brain simply couldn't store it, couldn't hold something so all-consuming without fraying a little around the edges. Because this wasn't a kiss for stealing affection. It wasn't teasing or playful or even slow-burning.
This was something else.
The heat was there, yes. The love. The tenderness. But beneath it was power, control. That sleepy softness she carried in her voice vanished the second her mouth claimed his. She wasn't dozing now. No, she was wide awake, focused entirely on him, and the kiss was terrifying in its confidence.
Her lips moved with total ownership.
She didn't nibble. Didn't pull away just to dive back in.
She pressed.
Mouth to mouth, full and deep, just shy of too much, and she held it. Again. Again. Again.
Each one dragged him deeper.
Each one robbed him of thought.
His hands twitched at first, caught between resistance and surrender. One clung gently to the back of her head, his fingers tangled in that thick, impossibly soft mane of hers. The other slipped down along the curve of her waist, resting just beneath the hem of his own shirt that clung loosely to her form.
A tremor passed through her at the touch, a purr, broken in rhythm by the kiss but undeniable in tone. It vibrated in her throat, traveled into him like thunder under silk.
She kissed him harder.
Still quiet, always quiet, but with a strength he couldn't match. Her thumbs pressed more firmly against his cheeks now, not hurting, but anchoring him. Holding him there. Keeping him from floating away.
Or maybe from slipping deeper.
He didn't know anymore.
Time stopped. Or it stretched. Or it curled up inside itself like her tails had curled around them both. His thoughts peeled away one by one, names, reports, meetings, stress, the wariness that had lived behind his eyes for weeks, gone.
Only her.
Only her breath. Her mouth. Her lips, plush and demanding. Her body pressing down on his in full, her bare thighs brushing his sides with every small motion. The impossibly long length of her hair sliding across his cheek, over his neck. The sound of her breathing through her nose as she refused, refused to let the kiss end.
She was consuming him. Not greedily. Lovingly.
But still: fully.
He tried to gasp. She kissed deeper.
His hips twitched upward slightly, unthinking. She moaned into his mouth, a soft, velvety sound that dripped down his spine and made his grip on her waist tighten.
This wasn't just a kiss anymore.
This was a message.
A reminder of constant unyielding love.
He broke first.
Not away from the kiss, just down into it. His body sank fully into the mattress, the weight of her atop him no longer something he registered. She was part of him now, their breath shared, their chests flush, and his resistance stripped down to nothing.
His hand in her hair stayed there, petting her again slowly, instinctively. His other arm slid fully around her waist, pulling her tighter into him as if he was afraid she might vanish if he didn't hold on.
She purred again.
This one was longer.
More controlled.
She felt his tension bleeding away, muscle by muscle. Felt the hesitation in his lips melt into surrender. She slowed the kiss, just slightly, giving him small gasps of breath through their shared rhythm, not mercy, but rhythm control.
Letting him melt at her pace.
His heart slowed. His fingers twitched less. The look in his eyes, once hollow, now flickered with light again.
She noticed.
She always noticed.
Her kiss lingered just a few seconds longer, one last press, warm and deliberate, before she finally pulled away, breath ghosting over his mouth as her eyes opened slowly.
Blue. So blue.
And filled with quiet pride.
"This one is pleased. . ." She whispered, barely audible. "You are. . . with her again."
He tried to answer.
He didn't need to.
The way he exhaled, soft and wordless, said it all.
He couldn't help it.
A soft, breathless chuckle escaped him, low and unguarded. The kind that came only when all the walls had dropped.
His hand moved up from the thick veil of her hair, sliding gently across her crown to rest against his own forehead. His fingers curled lightly, rubbing his temple like he needed to ground himself in the moment, to remind himself that this was real. That she was real.
That this was what peace could feel like.
His eyes squeezed shut for a moment. When he opened them again, there was a smile on his face, wide, crooked, but perfect in the way she loved. No defenses. Just him.
Shinano tilted her head, that same dreamy calm ever-present in her expression. She hadn't moved from atop him, her body still stretched over his, warm and firm and soft in all the ways he adored, but now her smile took on a subtle tilt, playfulness dancing at its edge.
"...Is something amiss?" She asked, her tone light, not worried, not even curious, really. Just... present. As if she already knew the answer but enjoyed the ritual of asking anyway.
He shook his head, hand falling back down to rest where it belonged: atop her head, fingers tangling again in that sea of silver-blue silk.
"I just. . ." He breathed out. "I don't have words for what your kisses do to me."
Her smile widened by the smallest measure, her eyes lowering halfway, blue veils over oceans, as if to say: of course you don't.
"Mmm. . . then do not try" She purred, her voice even softer now, nearly melting into the space between them. "So long as you feel. . . better. That is all this one seeks."
And she meant it.
The quiet hung for a moment, undisturbed, except by the sound of rain, still tapping at the glass like the world was begging to be let in.
Then her hand moved.
One of the two still cupping his face, so tenderly, so deliberately, began to trail down. Her fingertips drifted down his cheek, then his jaw, and further still across his neck, her nails barely grazing the skin as they passed. He expected her to stop at his collarbone. She didn't.
Her hand kept going.
Past the rise of his chest. Over the flat of his stomach. Down, down, until. . .
He flinched. Not violently. Not nervously. Just. . . surprised.
The warmth of her palm came to rest atop the unmistakable shape forming beneath his underwear. Not squeezing. Not teasing. Just resting there, full and real and warm.
And the look in her eyes?
Unapologetic.
Loving.
Knowing.
His breath hitched.
Shinano said nothing at first. She simply stared into his eyes with that half-lidded gaze, her tails slowly curling tighter around them like a closing dream.
"...Should this one take that as proof of your recovery, then?" She asked at last, her voice dipped in velvet, humor and affection balancing perfectly in her tone.
He exhaled through his nose, a short huff of laughter escaping before he shook his head.
"I—" He started to say something, maybe an apology, maybe an explanation, but she stopped him with a kiss.
This one wasn't overwhelming.
It wasn't meant to destroy or consume him.
It was short, firm, and planted directly onto his lips like a seal.
No more apologies.
When she pulled back, there was a new glow in her smile. Soft. Confident.
"You've been very good to this one. . ." She whispered. "So kind. So steady. Always giving. Always waiting."
Her hand shifted slightly, pressing a touch more deliberately through the fabric now. He swallowed hard.
"Let her indulge you now. Let this one. . . care for you, as only she can."
He didn't argue.
He couldn't.
His fingers twitched slightly in her hair, but his body had already given its answer. The gentle tent beneath his waistband flexed ever so slightly beneath her palm. Not needy. Not demanding.
Just ready.
She pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth before sliding down his body, the movement as fluid as it was natural. Her weight shifted lower, her chest brushing over his stomach, thighs sliding downward until her legs straddled his sides.
The shirt she wore, his shirt, bunched slightly around her hips, rising just enough to expose the full curve of her backside and the lacy edge of her panties.
Her tails shifted, parting to grant her room to move and yet still draping around them, enclosing the world in thick, fluffy silence.
Then she dipped her head between his legs.
He blinked up at her, stunned into silence for a moment. The shift in mood, the position, her sudden but deliberate intent, it all felt like falling into the middle of a dream he didn’t remember starting.
“…Oh” Was the best he could manage.
Shinano glanced back, her soft smile glowing in the low light, her cheeks carrying the faintest pink hue.
That tilt of her head, the way her hair fell like liquid silver over her shoulder, was answer enough at first. But she still spoke, her voice light and playful, like waves against the hull of a quiet ship.
"This one remembers how much you enjoyed this, last time…" She said softly. "Though it was… a little clumsy."
Her gaze warmed.
“So. This one thinks… a redo is in order. Properly. With… experience.”
He couldn’t argue. Not with her straddling him like this, weight deliciously settled on his chest, her covered heat resting just above his mouth, thighs firm against the sides of his face. Her tails curled down like silk-draped barriers from the rest of the world, the original blanket still covering most of them, save for her lower back and his exposed legs.
He exhaled, the tension in his hands rising as they slid to her ass without hesitation. He grabbed at it greedily, fingers sinking into the soft, heavy flesh as if starved. She twitched slightly, the reaction instinctive, a soft gasp slipping out that turned into a purr without her meaning it to.
She shifted her hips once more, aligning herself fully. Her weight came down on him with quiet confidence, heat radiating from her core even through the thin barrier of lace.
Then, slowly, with theatrical grace, she leaned forward.
Her chest lowered past his waist, tails swaying as she dipped her head down between his legs, lips brushing against his underwear. Her breath, warm and steady, puffed against the fabric, sending a shiver up his spine. She let the moment linger before gently gripping the waistband in her teeth.
One small tug.
Then another.
And with one fluid, almost playful motion, she pulled them down just enough, just far enough, for him to be free.
His cock sprang up, warm and hard, brushing the underside of her chin and then nestling directly between the soft weight of her barely-contained chest. Her purring resumed immediately, a pleased, almost smug little rumble vibrating down into him as she nudged forward and let him rest there.
“Mmmm…” She hummed, lowering her head to breathe him in. “So warm…”
He was. Burning, even.
And growing harder with every second she kept her mouth just close enough to tempt, but not quite touch.
His fingers dug harder into her ass now, spreading her cheeks just slightly, admiring the way her panties framed her so perfectly. His thumbs brushed the hem aside, and there it was, her glistening lips, wet already, her heat so tangible it pulsed in the air.
Shinano let out a quiet, trembling breath as his lips sealed around her folds, his tongue dragging slowly upward, savoring every inch. Her thighs quivered against his head, not from discomfort, but from the weight of pleasure too deep to keep fully quiet.
The way he moved, intentional, reverent, wasn’t frantic or hungry. It was focused. Anchored. Like worship. Every lick up her slit ended with a soft press of his lips to her clit, like punctuation. Then he’d start again. Slow. Thorough. Every pass of his tongue sent a jolt of heat up her spine.
She gasped, softly, and instinctively rolled her hips down just a little more, seating herself more firmly against his mouth. Her tails fluttered briefly, then settled again, draped in gentle arcs behind her like a silken halo. The scent of her arousal thickened, heady and unmistakable, saturating the space between them like incense in a shrine.
He groaned into her, low and needy, and the vibration of it made her moan aloud.
“Mnnh… y-you do not hold back…” She whispered, the praise caught somewhere between a sigh and a moan.
But she didn’t still her hands, not even for a moment.
While his tongue worked her folds with methodical care, Shinano leaned forward, her silken hair spilling down over his stomach and thighs. Her chest, soft and heavy, was now pressed down around his cock, which had nestled itself perfectly between the open folds of the shirt she still wore. The fabric strained around the buttons above and below, framing him like he belonged there, like she’d worn it just for this.
She shifted slightly, pressing her breasts tighter together, and let her slickened lips ghost over the tip of his cock.
He groaned again, this time louder, tongue pausing only a second before continuing to lap and suck at her core with even more intent.
Shinano’s lips curled into a tiny, pleased smile. She dipped her head, tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum at his tip, savoring it like something rare. She kissed it, once, twice, then a third time for good measure before opening her mouth and letting her tongue glide slowly around the ridge of his head. Every motion was deliberate. Dutiful. A silent promise kept with her body.
The way his hips bucked slightly beneath her was reward enough.
She let out a hum of approval before descending again, this time taking the first few inches of his cock into her mouth, her lips sealing around him with gentle pressure. Her tongue swirled along the underside as she sucked, careful not to move too fast, letting him feel every shift of pressure and heat. Her breath came in slow, controlled huffs through her nose, her cheeks hollowing slightly with each downward motion.
Above, her breasts swayed lightly with the movement of her arms, catching his shaft again each time she lifted her head. When she pulled back with a wet pop, a ribbon of saliva connected her lips to his cock, and she let it fall, slow and heavy, down the length before gathering her breasts in both hands and sliding them up his shaft, slickening him with the combination of spit and sweat.
He moaned again into her folds, louder this time, hips twitching into the soft embrace of her chest. In answer, she rolled her hips slowly, grinding herself against his mouth, her breath catching in quiet whimpers.
“You make… such lovely sounds…” She whispered, voice dreamy but breathless now. “This one… wishes to hear more.”
Her breasts continued to move, enveloping his cock with a slow, steady rhythm, her hands guiding their motion as her tongue darted down now and then to flick at his tip between strokes. Her thighs tightened around his head, not in panic but in growing pleasure, her body heating more with each lick he gave, each moan she drew from him.
His tongue was relentless, no longer just lapping but pressing, exploring, alternating between teasing her entrance and focusing on the bundle of nerves above it. She cried out softly at a particularly well-placed flick, her hips bucking forward against his face. Her breathing hitched, her pace slowed for a moment but only just.
She leaned forward again, resting more of her weight across his chest, lips brushing against the middle of his shaft now, licking upward in long, wet trails between her breasts, until her tongue met the underside of his head again. She gave it one long, slow suck before letting it rest against her tongue, his tip now glistening and red from attention.
“I can taste you…” She murmured, voice barely a whisper. “So warm… so eager…”
The praise didn’t stop her movement, it guided it.
She resumed her rhythm, now using both mouth and breasts in tandem. Up, down. Her lips sucked gently at the tip on every pass while her breasts squeezed and glided down his shaft, adding warmth and friction he could barely process. Every part of her was soft, slick, and focused on nothing but him. And she didn’t falter.
Not even as he moaned harder into her pussy, not even as his hands gripped her hips with increasing urgency, fingers digging into the soft flesh just above her ass. His tongue had found a pattern now, two quick flicks, one slow press, a pause to suck, each round drawing another breathless cry from her.
And still she moved. Steady. Devoted. Every droplet of sweat between them only made the slick rhythm smoother. Every tremor in his thighs, every buck of his hips, made her purr louder.
It was as if the rain had stopped outside the room. Or maybe they just couldn’t hear it anymore. All that existed was the wet heat between her legs and the wet heat of her lips around his cock.
A soft thump echoed against the sheets as Shinano adjusted her position, legs shifting with that same effortless grace she carried in battle, but now turned toward a far more intimate conquest. Her thighs slid outward, pinning his arms gently beneath them, just enough pressure to trap his hands at either side of his head. His fingers flexed instinctively, but there was no resistance. Only submission.
He was hers now. Fully.
No command spoken, no question asked. She didn’t need to.
The act itself was enough, a silent assertion of control that sent a bolt of arousal straight down his spine. His breath caught against her folds, and for a second, his tongue stilled. Processing. Reacting.
Then it started again.
Not frantic. Not automatic. But thankful.
He spread her folds with his tongue, slow and deliberate, like he’d been waiting for this moment, this exact pressure, this precise placement, for a very long time. His mouth worshipped her now, unburdened by the need to act or lead, just follow her hips, follow her scent, and give her everything he had.
Shinano moaned low, deep in her throat, a sound that pulsed against the thick heat of the room. She rolled her hips slowly over his face, her motions lazy but laden with purpose, letting him feel the rhythm of her pleasure in every slight shift and grind. Her tails writhed lazily behind her, curling and uncurling with each breathy exhale that left her lips.
And still, she didn’t stop working him.
His cock throbbed helplessly between her breasts, glistening now with spit and precum, her kisses wet and feverish as she licked and nuzzled against the sensitive head. Her tongue flicked over the slit with focused affection, then circled it again and again, a slow spiral that had his hips twitching involuntarily.
He tried to thrust. Just a little. Just enough to feel more.
She denied him instantly, her weight pressing down on his arms, her chest sinking a little heavier against his pelvis, her mouth pulling away just long enough to murmur:
“No…” She whispered, almost too gently. “You will move… only when this one says so…”
Then she dove back in.
Her mouth wrapped around him again, but this time, there was no slow build.
She bobbed her head with sudden, shocking speed, her lips pulling tight around his shaft, her cheeks hollowing with every motion. Her hands kept her breasts perfectly squeezed around him, the warmth of her chest cradling him in sync with the rhythm of her mouth. Wet sounds filled the room, spit and suction and the occasional broken moan from deep in her throat.
He groaned beneath her, the sound muffled into her core as his tongue redoubled its efforts, flicking, pressing, circling. He spread her open wider with his lips, teasing the edges of her entrance before thrusting his tongue in as far as he could reach, eager to return the overwhelming pleasure she was giving him.
Shinano gasped, her back arching slightly, her thighs pressing down tighter around his pinned hands. Her hips began to move again, slow grinds, subtle but insistent, her arousal coating his chin with every roll.
Each moan she gave pushed him closer.
And each time he twitched against her chest, tried to buck, she’d simply lower her head again and take more of him down her throat, her control absolute, unshaken. Her spit pooled between her breasts now, lubricating each motion as she fucked him softly with her chest and mouth in perfect tandem.
His breathing quickened.
His tongue faltered, then caught rhythm again, desperate now. Chasing her sounds. Her scent. Her taste.
But it was too late.
His hips were trembling, his cock pulsing between her lips, thighs twitching beneath her. She felt it, tasted the change in his precum, the tension in his belly just before it all came undone.
She didn’t stop.
She moaned around him instead, long and low and the vibration of it was the final push.
He broke.
His orgasm surged through him with an intensity that buckled his back off the mattress. His cock twitched hard, once, twice, then erupted. Hot, thick spurts coated her tongue, and Shinano swallowed instinctively, her throat flexing around his tip as she drank down every drop he offered.
She didn't pull back right away.
She held him there, lips wrapped around the head, her tongue lapping gently with each aftershock, coaxing every last pulse of pleasure from him until he sagged beneath her, boneless and gasping.
Her chest, still wrapped around his shaft, was soaked. With spit, sweat, and cum. Her lips shone in the low light as she finally let him slip from her mouth, a thin strand of release trailing after before breaking and falling across her chin.
She licked it away without shame.
Above, her body shivered again as another soft wave of pleasure crested through her, less a climax than a wash of warmth that soaked her to her very bones.
She tilted her head, breathless now, her eyes half-lidded but gleaming with pride.
“…That…” She murmured, dragging her hips slowly back up his face until she was resting astride his chest again, panting lightly. “…was the sound this one hoped to hear…”
Her fingers brushed against his cheek, damp with her own release.
“You felt better, yes…?”
He couldn’t answer. Not yet.
But the look in his eyes, dazed and grateful, said it all.
And she smiled.
Shinano eased back, just enough to let his breath return, her hips settling over his waist again. The shift dragged the curve of her ass across his cock, still soft, still oversensitive and he shivered, instinctively twitching beneath her, a sound escaping his throat that was more gasp than moan.
She didn’t press. Not yet.
She simply sat there, nude but not exposed, framed by her tails and the last flickers of moonlight filtering through the rain-streaked window. Her body glistened. With sweat, with spit, with his release still shining faintly against the curve of her chest.
And yet, she looked shy.
Even now.
He stared up at her, dazed and smiling, trying to summon the words that were struggling to form behind his haze of post-orgasm warmth.
“…Where the hell did you even learn to do all that?” He finally asked, breath still uneven, voice hoarse but full of wonder. “Especially… that part. With the hands.”
Shinano blinked once, as if she hadn’t expected the question. Then her lips curled into a smile, and she giggled, soft, melodic, like bells ringing underwater.
The sound struck something deep in him. Made his chest ache, like he wasn’t sure if his heart was too full or just still catching up.
Her cheeks, already flushed from heat and exertion, deepened a shade.
“…Musashi” She admitted softly. “She… said you might like it. The position, yes. The pinning… maybe.”
Her fingers fidgeted for a moment against his chest, and for all her dominance moments ago, she looked adorably unsure now, like she'd just admitted to reading his private thoughts.
He blinked.
Musashi.
He groaned, a hand coming up to rub his temple, less out of embarrassment and more the she-knows-me-too-well kind of helpless frustration.
“She would” He muttered.
Shinano giggled again, biting her lower lip, clearly amused by his reaction.
Still straddling his waist, she reached down with a quiet breath and peeled the blanket away from their tangled forms, tossing it aside with a lazy flick of her tails. The room was hot now, body-warm and full of humid breath and sex-heavy air. There was no more need for covers.
She looked back down at him, eyes lidded, lips parted, and shifted forward slightly, angling her chest toward him with quiet expectation.
“…Will you help?” She asked softly. “The shirt… please…”
He nodded without speaking, still too in awe of the way she moved, the way she asked despite holding all the control a moment ago. His fingers reached up, quick but careful, and began unfastening the buttons one by one.
Each click felt like unwrapping something sacred.
As the last button came loose, the fabric fell from her shoulders with little resistance, slipping down her arms and off her back like it had always belonged to her, not him. He caught it, pulled it free, and tossed it somewhere unseen to join the rest of their discarded clothes.
And there she was.
Fully bare now, only her panties remaining, though not for long. She reached down, her thumbs hooking the waistband, and slid them off without hesitation. They joined the shirt on the floor with a soft flutter, leaving her nude and radiant in the low, golden light.
His breath caught.
Sweat glistened along her collarbone, down the soft slope of her belly, pooling faintly between her breasts. Spit still traced a line down her sternum from where she’d leaned forward, and faint smudges of his cum stained the upper swells of her chest and chin.
She was flushed, trembling slightly from exertion and heat, and so beautiful it made his mouth go dry.
“Wow…” He breathed. “You look like a. . .” He paused, half-laughing, half-awed. “A lewd goddess.”
Shinano’s cheeks lit up at the praise, her smile shy, proud, and impossibly warm all at once. Her tails fluttered again, not with embarrassment, but pleasure. She rolled her hips slowly against him, feeling his cock, still sensitive but already beginning to stir again under her weight, twitch back to life.
“Mmm… that is high praise…” She murmured, her hands settling against his chest now, fingers splaying softly over his skin. “Then let this goddess… bestow her blessing.”
She leaned down, hair falling around them like curtains of silver-blue silk. Her lips found his again, this time messy, slick, lewd. Not careful. Not slow. All tongue and shared breath, open-mouthed and humid, tasting of each other. The kind of kiss that drowned thoughts. That smudged lines between pleasure and affection until they were indistinguishable.
He groaned into it, hands now freed and rising to clutch at her hips, fingers digging into the softness there as his cock hardened fully between them again, nestled against the heat of her sex.
Shinano moaned softly into his mouth as she rocked her hips again, slickness spreading easily along his shaft now, their skin flush and hot and aching for what came next.
But she didn’t rush.
No.
She just kissed him harder, deeper, lips sliding wetly over his as her thighs clenched tighter around his waist, her breath coming in short, needy gasps.
Their kiss lingered, molten and messy, her lips moving with a desperation that no longer held any of the dreamy calm she'd worn earlier. Shinano’s tongue danced against his, slick and hungry, tasting him like he was a fruit plucked from a garden meant only for her. She whimpered softly into his mouth when his hands found her hips again, fingers digging into sweat-damp skin.
He kissed back just as deeply, devouring her sounds, her breath, her need. And for a time, that was all there was. Just their mouths, the heat between them, and the rising tension that made everything else fall away.
When they finally parted, it was only because they had to breathe.
Shinano leaned her forehead gently against his, their noses brushing as she exhaled shakily. Her lips were swollen, glistening, and her eyes, blue, bright, lidded with desire, opened slowly to meet his.
“Mmmn…” She purred, voice low and thick with lust. “This one can taste herself on your lips…”
Her thighs squeezed him gently again, and she shifted her hips upward with a needy little roll. His cock, nestled against her soaked folds, slid through them easily with the motion, coated in her slickness. The heat of her core throbbed against him.
A moan, subtle but heavy, broke from her throat.
“…Ahn… we should change… position” She whispered, her ears twitching. “Just a little. This one… would like to be beneath you…”
He didn’t hesitate.
“Yeah” He breathed, already adjusting. “Anything. What do you want?”
She bit her lower lip lightly, her blush deepening, and then she looked directly into his eyes as her answer came in a voice laced with need and absolute trust.
“This one wishes for… missionary. Simple. You… above.” Her fingers rose, trailing along his chest. “Please.”
He kissed her again, quick, firm and within seconds, they shifted.
He moved first, guiding her down as she eased onto her back, her tails fanning out beneath her like a celestial cushion. Her legs parted naturally, knees falling open to welcome him between them, and her arms lifted up, curling over his shoulders as if they’d always belonged there.
The sight of her laid bare like this, soft, glowing, open and wanting, nearly undid him.
She gazed up at him, fully awake now, fully present. The drowsy haze was gone. In its place was something crystalline, focused, and achingly beautiful. Her blue eyes shimmered with desire, her chest rising and falling with every breath, nipples peaked from the heat of the air and his attention. Her skin gleamed, her lips parted.
She looked like a dream, sculpted from moonlight and breath.
But this was real.
This was her.
His hands settled on her thighs, spreading them just a little further, lining himself up against her entrance. Her arms pulled him closer, one hand finding the nape of his neck as her legs bent higher, wrapping loosely around his waist. She was more than ready.
He pressed forward, slow.
Their breath caught in unison.
His cock nudged at her folds, sliding down once along her slickness, then nudging back to her entrance. She gasped, hips twitching, and he paused, watching her face, how her eyes fluttered, how her breath hitched.
Then, gently, he pushed in.
The heat was instant. She was hot inside, so wet, so tight that it felt like her body was molding itself around him inch by slow inch. Her inner walls welcomed him with an embrace that was soft and yielding but pulsing with life, with need.
Shinano let out a long, breathy moan, her head tilting back into the pillow of her tails.
“Aaah… y-yes… yes…” She whispered, voice trembling as he sank deeper. “Slowly… this one wants to feel… every part of you…”
He obeyed.
He took his time.
He sank into her inch by inch, letting her feel the fullness, the stretch, the way his cock kissed every nerve on its way in. Her legs curled around him tighter, her heels pressing into the small of his back, urging, guiding.
Finally, when he was buried to the hilt, he held still.
They both breathed, chests pressed together, sweat-slick and trembling.
Her lips brushed his ear, her voice barely audible now.
“…So full… this one… feels you so deep…”
He nuzzled against her, pressing a kiss to her temple as his hips began to move, slow, steady. No rush. Just the feeling of their bodies joined, moving together, skin against skin, her moans rising again with every gentle thrust.
He moved in her slowly, hips rolling with the patience of a man savoring each second like a stolen eternity. Each thrust was deliberate, steady, not teasing, but reverent. The kind of pace that said I’m not going anywhere, that said you deserve this. And Shinano felt every inch of it, his length gliding through her soaked heat, pressing deep, retreating just to fill her again with a rhythm that let her body sing for him.
Her nails dug lightly into his shoulders, her chest rising with each breath, each soft gasp she gifted to him. She looked wrecked, but only just beginning to be.
And he wasn't done worshipping her.
He leaned down, mouth trailing over her collarbone as his hips kept their gentle pace. A soft kiss. Then another. Then his tongue, hot and slow, dragged across the swell of her breast. She arched into him immediately, a needy moan slipping from her lips, her back rising off the bed to offer herself fully.
“Ohhh… y-you always…” She panted softly, ears twitching against her hair “...spend so much time there…”
He didn’t respond, not with words.
He wrapped his lips around one nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth. Her breath hitched, thighs tensing around his hips. He licked in slow circles, tongue flicking just enough to make her squirm before biting down, soft but with intent, drawing a gasp from her that turned into a low, delighted purr.
“Ah—mmmn…!” She cried out, her voice fluttering high before melting into warmth again. “Y-you… animal…”
He grinned against her chest and bit again, just below the nipple this time. Not enough to hurt, just enough to mark. Then he sucked. Slowly. Hard. Until her skin flushed red beneath his mouth and she writhed under him.
The slow rhythm of his hips never stopped.
Even as he lavished her breasts with his mouth, switching sides, teasing the other nipple now, dragging his tongue across her chest in slow strokes, tracing along the curve of each breast with soft, reverent kisses and lingering bites, he kept moving. In and out. Deep. Steady.
Her chest was soon littered with faint bite marks, hickies blooming in soft purples and reds like bruises made of devotion. He wanted her to feel them later. To see them and remember.
And Shinano… noticed.
She glanced down at her chest, panting, a flush rising high on her cheeks as she tilted her head at him with a look that was both amused and aching.
“This one…” She murmured, breath catching on another thrust, “...will never hear the end of it from the laundry girls…”
He laughed softly into her skin, lips brushing her sternum.
She smirked through her moans, breathlessly teasing, “So greedy for this one’s chest… mmmn… a Commander with a one-track mind…”
But the humor faded with the heat building in her.
Because his thrusts, slow though they were, were driving her wild now. Her whole body ached, throbbed, with a need that licked at the edges of every nerve. The pleasure had built to a low-burning fire that refused to be sated at this pace. Her walls clenched tighter around him with every stroke, her breathing ragged.
And when she spoke next, there was no tease in her voice.
Her hand slid up to his cheek, guiding his face to hers, her blue eyes half-lidded but blazing with need.
“…This one is not made of glass” She whispered, voice trembling but strong. “You may… take her. As you wish. As she wishes…”
Her nails dragged lightly down his back.
“Harder. Faster. Now.”
The leash snapped.
He surged forward, hips slamming into her with a force that made her cry out, her head tipping back into the pillows. The sound that left her wasn’t a moan, it was a full-bodied gasp of relief, like her body had needed this, like her soul had asked for it.
And he gave it to her.
His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he began to thrust harder, deeper, their bodies colliding with wet, filthy sounds now echoing through the room. Skin met skin in hard slaps, her thighs wrapped tight around his waist, pulling him in again and again.
Her moans turned frantic, louder, broken by gasps and ragged breaths.
“Ahhh—ah! G-good… so good—!” She whimpered, eyes wide now, no haze, no dream, just raw, present pleasure.
Her tails whipped beneath them, reacting on instinct, wrapping up around his back like ropes made of fur and silk, clinging to him as he drove into her harder, deeper, their rhythm now primal. Controlled chaos.
He leaned down, biting at her shoulder as he pounded into her, and she cried out again, her nails digging into his back hard enough to leave marks.
She didn’t care.
She wanted this. All of him. Every thrust. Every sound. Every mark he left on her body.
She was his.
And he was finally giving her what she craved.
She was trembling already.
From the moment he started thrusting harder, driving into her with his full weight, Shinano’s body had begun to unravel. She tried to keep pace with him, hips rolling, breath steady, lips parted in quiet moans, but the heat burned too fast. Too bright. She wasn’t ready, and yet her body was.
His earlier attention had wrecked her foundation, his mouth on her soaked folds, his tongue inside her before she ever came, the way he sucked and bit her chest, marking her again and again while his cock slowly filled her. She’d been holding it in. Building. Growing.
Now?
Now her body had no defenses left.
Just a few more of those deep, hard thrusts, just a few and she shattered.
“Aaah—!”
The cry that tore from her throat was raw and unguarded, her back arching high off the bed as her orgasm ripped through her. Her walls clenched down around him, soaked and spasming with overwhelming pleasure. Her thighs shook around his waist. Her tails, every single one, flared out behind her like a fan, twitching violently before coiling again to wrap him in.
Her inner muscles milked him with every pulse of release, a tight, throbbing rhythm that made it impossible not to feel every second of her climax. Slick heat gushed around his cock as her body welcomed it, clung to it, begged for more.
He slowed instinctively, unsure, eyes searching hers as her chest heaved beneath him.
But she shook her head wildly, voice caught somewhere between desperation and pleading.
“Don’t—don’t stop,” She panted, nails dragging down his back in red, trembling lines. “Please… don’t stop…”
She surged upward, lips crashing against his neck, kissing and biting frantically as if trying to anchor herself through the high. Her thighs locked tighter around his hips, trying to force him to keep going.
Her voice dropped lower, trembling, almost hoarse from the force of her moan.
“This one… needs it… don’t—don’t rob her of this…”
That broke him.
The restraint he'd clung to, the slow control, the careful rhythm, it all snapped.
He growled, low and unfiltered and drove himself back into her with force enough to shake the bed. His hands grabbed under her knees and pushed them higher, deeper, folding her slightly beneath him as his hips began to piston with frantic, hungry rhythm.
There was no more holding back.
Just the sound of flesh meeting flesh. The slap of his hips against her thighs. The wet suck of her soaked cunt clinging to him, begging him not to stop, never to stop.
She screamed again, breathless, overwhelmed, her body already still cumming, already twitching, and yet she took it. Demanded it. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, her lips brushing against his ear as she moaned out again:
“Yes—yes—ahhh, yes! Just like that—more—more, please—!”
And he gave it to her.
Every thrust now was hard, deep, full of power. No finesse. Just raw, unrelenting pace. He slammed into her again and again, her pussy tight and fluttering around him, soaked and perfect and made for this.
Her eyes rolled, unfocused, blue and wild, her tails twitching uncontrollably as her body approached the edge again, already pushed past once, but not satisfied.
Shinano’s body was a storm of sensation, her mind clouded, her breath ragged, her soul laid bare beneath him. The pressure of his hips crashing into hers again and again turned her into something elemental. She couldn’t speak properly anymore, not in words. Only in sounds. Only in need.
Her moans bled into purrs, long, trembling, guttural. They rose from deep in her chest, half-conscious, instinctual, not learned or chosen. Like her body remembered something older than language. She pressed her cheek against his neck, gasping and purring and whining, soft and breathy between every hard thrust.
Each time his cock plunged into her, her hips rose to meet it, desperate. Her body knew what it needed, even if her voice couldn’t form the plea anymore.
Still, he could feel it.
Feel it in the way her nails raked down his back, not in pain, but in claiming. Thin lines carved into his flesh, not to drive him away, but to keep him. Her scent was stronger now too, musk and sweat and the raw perfume of her arousal. The smell of it clung to the air like incense. Potent. Impossible to ignore. Every thrust smeared more of it against his skin.
“Ah—ahhh, yours, this one is—yours, yours…” She choked out suddenly, voice cracking as she clung to him, thighs trembling. “Mark her… please… mark this one…”
Her words were barely above a whisper, but the weight behind them hit like thunder.
She didn’t mean a scratch. Not just a hickey.
She wanted to be claimed. Truly. Deeply.
Like her body was telling her: this is the one. This is the male. You belong to him. He belongs to you.
And something primal inside her screamed for it.
She turned her head and sank her teeth lightly into the side of his neck, not enough to break skin, but enough to make him feel it. Her breath was hot, her bite possessive, her purring louder now, trembling as her cunt squeezed around his cock again, fluttering madly.
Then she licked the mark, a long drag of her tongue up his pulse.
“…Yours” She breathed again, drunk on the feeling. “Mark this one back. Let them all know.”
He didn’t question her.
He bit down into the curve where her shoulder met her neck, just hard enough. Her entire body shook in response, her inner walls pulsing around him as her second climax slammed into her like a crashing tide. She cried out beneath him, loud and high and full of unfiltered need.
And still, he didn’t stop.
Her legs were limp now, wrapping around him loosely, but her arms stayed tight. She held him to her. Her tails coiled around his back, his waist, his thighs, cocooning him in fur and heat and her. Every soft brush of those silky appendages urged him on, worshipped him, clung to him like a second pair of arms.
Her voice was little more than breath now, soft purrs, whining mewls, tiny broken fragments of speech.
“So full… mmmnh—s-so deep… this one is… made for this… f-for you…”
She kissed him feverishly, anywhere she could reach, his shoulder, his cheek, the corner of his mouth. Her lips were wet, desperate, trembling against him as he kept pounding into her, sweat dripping down both their bodies.
He could feel her pulse pounding against his chest. Her breath, short and shallow. Her pussy, soaked and clenching wildly around his cock, eager to be filled, used, kept.
She was beyond dignity now.
But so was he.
Every part of her welcomed him.
Every part of him claimed her.
He bit at her again, softer this time, then kissed the same spot.
She whimpered.
“…More” She whispered. “Please… don’t stop. Don’t ever stop…”
Her instincts were in full bloom now, raw, animal, loving, devoted. Not just surrender, but choice. She gave herself to him not in weakness, but in power.
She wanted to belong.
To be taken.
To be filled. Marked. Loved.
And he was going to give her everything.
Shinano held him close, tight, wrapped in arms and tails and thighs that refused to let him go. Every hard thrust slammed into her soaked, twitching cunt with the rhythm of inevitability. She felt everything. Every vein of his cock, every drag against her fluttering inner walls, every twitch of restraint he tried to hold onto.
And she knew.
He was close.
His breathing had changed, sharper now, mouth falling open near her ear as his hips stuttered. His thrusts, once punishing, now carried the telltale tremble of a man on the very edge. His cock pulsed violently inside her, thick and swollen, heat coiled tight in his belly.
Still, he held back.
Trying not to fall.
Trying to hold it.
She purred, low and slow and deep in her throat, and leaned up into his ear. Her lips brushed against the shell, warm and wet as she moaned again, no longer hiding her voice.
“Ahhhnn… y-you’re so close, aren’t you…?”
She rolled her hips up into him, slow, deliberate, milking him.
His breath hitched, the sound strangled in his throat. His cock twitched inside her again, harder this time. She felt it, felt the dam buckling.
Still, he resisted.
But Shinano… remembered.
She remembered something Musashi told her, in that soft but wicked way her sister always whispered secrets when no one else was around.
That for all a man could resist… sometimes, the right words could break him.
So she smiled. Blushed. Licked her lips and whispered, trembling but clear:
“…Maybe—just maybe… if you cum hard enough… deep enough…”
He shuddered, hips freezing for just a beat.
“…You could knock this one up.”
Her words dripped with lust and reverence.
Her nails grazed the back of his neck as she kept going.
“Fill her womb… ruin her from inside… make her your wife…”
He twitched again. Harder.
Her lips brushed against his ear, hot and desperate now.
“Let this one carry your child… break the rules… make this body yours forever…”
He snapped.
A broken groan erupted from his chest, his hips slamming into her one last time as his orgasm ripped through him like a crack of thunder.
“F-fuck—Shinano—!”
His cock pulsed deep inside her, jerking violently as thick, hot cum spilled into her womb in heavy bursts. Rope after rope, filling her completely, stuffing her with heat that made her entire body thrill. She cried out beneath him, her arms wrapping tighter around his shoulders, her legs locking behind his back, holding him in as his seed flooded her.
Her pussy clenched again and again, milking him, worshipping his release, drinking it.
Shinano moaned shamelessly, her body trembling from the feel of it, his warmth, his surrender, the weight of his cum deep inside her, where she wanted it more than anything.
“Mmmmnnn… yes—yes, that’s it…” She whispered, voice broken but still purring. “Cum inside this one… mark her from the inside…”
He gasped into her neck, twitching with every aftershock as he kept pumping into her, each small movement sending another warm spurt into her already-full cunt.
And still, she held him. Loved him.
Owned him.
Her smile was dazed, dreamy, glowing with quiet pride as she kissed his cheek and whispered again, breath soft and reverent:
“…Maybe… this one really will be yours forever now…”
And in that moment, nothing else existed.
Just her body, wet and warm and filled.
Just his breath, still shaking against her skin.
And the quiet, sacred bond of two souls who had let go of the world, and fallen into each other instead.
The room was still.
Not silent, because their breathing was still ragged, the rain still kissed the window, and the soft hum of the heater whispered in the background but still in the way that came after a storm. The kind of stillness that wrapped around them gently, like the world was holding its breath just to give them a moment.
Their bodies didn’t move much.
He was still inside her.
Still buried deep in her heat, her legs now loosely draped around his waist, his arms encircling her in a quiet, trembling embrace. Her tails, fluffed and faintly twitching, were draped over them again like a dream-wrought blanket. But it wasn’t quite enough.
So after a long moment, without pulling out, without disturbing the perfect closeness between them, he reached over and tugged the blanket back up. It fell over them in a soft wave, warm and heavy, like the moment needed to be sealed in.
Shinano’s head rested just beneath his chin, her cheek nuzzled into the hollow of his collarbone. She purred again, low, quiet, almost subconscious, as his fingers rose to stroke her ears with gentle reverence. They twitched under his touch, fluttering slightly, like they wanted to keep pretending they weren’t as sensitive as they truly were.
His other hand traced the length of her back, palm wide and slow, grounding her.
Neither of them spoke at first. Their breathing synced gradually, heartbeats echoing in shared rhythm, chest to chest.
And then, finally, he whispered, half a chuckle in his voice, half something much softer.
“…You know… if you keep saying things like that…” He kissed the top of her head. “You’re gonna have to start thinking of baby names.”
Shinano blinked.
Then looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, blue eyes still hazy from everything they’d just done. But the smile she gave him was wide. Content. Maybe even… a little hopeful.
“…This one would not mind” She said, voice quiet, but clear. “Not truly.”
His heart caught in his throat.
She laid her head back down, her arms tightening around his shoulders again as if needing to be held even closer. And when she spoke next, her words carried that signature dreamlike ton, but this time, it wasn’t sleepy.
It was real.
“…To carry your child… to make something so… pure, with you…” She whispered, her breath brushing warm over his chest. “If such a miracle could be allowed… this one would welcome it.”
He held her tighter, burying his face in her hair.
“You’d be an amazing mother” He murmured.
She purred again, longer this time. Her hips shifted slightly beneath the blanket, adjusting how he sat inside her, still seated deep in her cunt, still softening slowly, still held tight by her body.
“And you…” She whispered, voice brushing the edge of reverence “…you would be the kind of father… this one would follow into any storm.”
They lay there, quiet again. The room glowed faintly with that post-storm warmth, bodies tangled, souls touched, the world outside irrelevant.
And though no child would come, not today, not yet, there was no pretending now.
The want was there.
And more than that… so was the hope.
And in that hope, they both found peace.
Chapter 27: Baltimore's Lewd Idea
Summary:
This one is a slight experiment into something steamier, even if a little. Do tell me if it's good or if I should go back to more vanilla stuff.
Chapter Text
The gym air was warm and thick with the subtle scent of sweat, rubber, and disinfectant. The distant hum of machines filled the space, underscored by the occasional clang of metal and the low thump of feet on treadmills. Fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, diffused across rows of equipment and scattered bottles of water.
"And I'm just saying" Bremerton was saying, laughing as she leaned back on a stability ball like it was a throne "If you wear the compression shorts, you better be ready for the comments."
Enterprise, standing nearby mid-cooldown stretch, smirked but didn't look up from her phone. "You wore those on purpose."
"I always wear them on purpose." Bremerton shot a wink across the gym. "Can't waste good glutes. That'd be a crime."
The Commander chuckled, towel draped over his neck, watching them from beside a squat rack. He wasn't sweating yet, just warmed up. Still had half a bottle of water in hand. Baltimore was on the floor a few feet away, catching her breath on a foam mat. Face flushed. Hair stuck to her neck.
She was glowing in that way only exercise brought out, glistening skin, flushed cheeks, chest rising in steady rhythm beneath her sports bra. Her legs were stretched in front of her in a loose split, one arm resting casually over her knee, the other wiping her neck with a towel.
"I think I'm done for today" She breathed, eyes closed for a moment. "Or at least I was."
"Oh no" Bremerton chimed. "You got that 'one more set' face. I know that face."
"Shut up," Baltimore mumbled, too tired to be convincing. She opened one eye and looked at the Commander. "Hey, babe."
He raised a brow. "Yeah?"
"Help me stretch?"
That caught him a little off guard, not the request itself, but the timing. She looked like she'd just peeled herself off the treadmill. Even so, he smiled and stepped over, kneeling beside her mat.
"You sure you're not overdoing it?"
"I'm just tight" She said, shifting position, pulling one leg in, then the other, rotating to face him. "Legs are toast after that sprint. Gotta stay loose."
"You sure you're still tight?" Bremerton muttered under her breath.
"Shut up" Baltimore shot back without missing a beat, cheeks darkening.
Enterprise snorted.
The Commander chuckled but kept his focus on Baltimore. She was already lowering onto her back, one knee bent, the other leg extended toward him.
"Okay" She said, smirking slightly "You've done this with me before. Just go easy."
He nodded, moved into position, and gently lifted her leg by the ankle, pressing it upward in a hamstring stretch. Her body moved with it, taut and limber, the fabric of her leggings clinging perfectly to the flexing lines of muscle.
"Tell me when" He murmured.
"Keep going. . . okay, there."
He held it, her calf against his shoulder, his hand resting just above her knee. His other palm pressed against her thigh, fingers slightly splayed.
She didn't flinch, if anything, she smiled. Eyes lidded. Breath calm.
"You're warm" She said.
"You're sweaty."
"Mm. Flattery."
He shifted slightly, hand moving a bit higher, thumb brushing over the curve where thigh met hip. She exhaled, not a gasp, just a soft breath, and her fingers twitched against the mat.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah" She said, voice just a little lower. "Don't mind the touching. Kinda nice."
He didn't respond. Just smiled a bit.
He lowered her leg slowly, then helped guide the other into place, repeating the motion, this time his hand sliding a touch slower. His fingertips grazed the seam of her leggings, the outer edge of her glutes. Baltimore didn't react beyond a faint smile, eyes closed.
His palm settled on her hip as he leaned in to hold the stretch.
"You're being handsy" She murmured.
"You asked for a stretch."
"Uh-huh."
She opened one eye again. "You're really getting into it."
"Can you blame me?"
Her face flushed darker, but she didn't tell him to stop. She just laid back, breathing steady, leg stretched skyward, letting him hold her that way.
"You know" She said casually "You could've just said you wanted to feel me up."
"I like doing both."
She smirked.
"Pervert."
"You married me."
"Unfortunately."
He chuckled and leaned down to whisper near her ear, lips brushing her temple.
"I love you."
She reached up and flicked his forehead.
"Yeah, yeah. Help me up, perv."
He helped her sit upright, and she swung her legs around to one side, exhaling. Her top was damp now with sweat, sticking slightly to her stomach, the band of her sports bra pressing tight under her chest.
"You sure you're going again?" He asked, eyebrows raising.
She stretched her arms over her head and nodded quickly, a little too quickly.
"Yeah. Gonna hit the e-bike for a bit."
He blinked. "You just finished cardio."
"I know" She said, standing, her face redder than before. "I just. . . feel like stretching my legs some more."
He didn't question it.
Baltimore turned on her heel, towel draped over one shoulder, and made her way toward the cardio machines. Her stride was easy but deliberate, that signature athletic sway in her hips as she moved. The e-bike sat toward the back corner, just far enough from the others to offer a bit of privacy, but not too much.
She didn't say a word as she walked away.
Her gym bag, damp towel, and half-empty water bottle were still by the mat.
The Commander blinked.
"You're just gonna leave your stuff here?"
Baltimore raised a hand without looking back, wrist flicking like she was dismissing a child's complaint.
"You ever wonder why you married me?" She called over her shoulder.
"Sometimes."
"Rude." She turned her head slightly, lips curling into a smirk. "You've got a wife, Commander. A sexy one, even. If you're not carrying my stuff, then what are you good for?"
He sighed in mock surrender and slung her gym bag over one shoulder. "Spoiled."
"Loved" She corrected, and tossed him a wink.
He watched her walk, lips curving as his gaze trailed down her back, straight to her hips, and lower still. The way her leggings hugged her thighs, the gentle, bouncing tension with every step on her ass, yeah, she knew what she was doing.
His pace quickened until he was right behind her. Just close enough to make her aware of his breath.
"You've gotten sexier than when we first met" He murmured low, voice just rough enough to make her pause.
Baltimore slowed to a stop. One hand planted on her hip, the other reaching back to press flat against his chest, stopping him with a soft touch and a raised brow.
"And you've gotten a lot bolder" She said, golden eyes glinting. "Maybe too bold."
He caught the tease in her tone and let it hang for a second, savoring it. Before he could fire back, the unmistakable voice of Bremerton called out across the gym.
"Booooo! Get a locker room, you two!"
Baltimore giggled, biting her lower lip to fight the grin creeping across her face. She glanced over her shoulder and raised a single finger toward Bremerton's direction.
"Shhh" She called, then turned back to her husband.
Before he could say a word, she rose on her toes and kissed him, brief, hungry, lips warm and full and certain. It didn't last long, but it didn't have to. It landed like an exclamation mark.
She pulled back first, face burning, her breath just slightly elevated. The blush spread up her ears now, and she looked off to the side, avoiding his eyes for a beat.
"You're flushed" He said, smug.
"Heat of the moment" She mumbled.
He raised a brow.
"You seriously just said that?"
"Shut up."
Still grinning, he dropped her bag next to the bike and watched as she swung one leg over and straddled the seat like she'd done it a hundred times. He caught himself staring again, how the high waistline of her leggings dipped ever so slightly when she leaned forward to adjust the pedals. That muscle-tight silhouette begged to be traced.
She extended a hand toward him, palm open.
"MP3 and Oxy-cola, please."
He blinked.
"MP3?"
"You know" She said "The little silver thing in the side pocket. Looks like it's from 2008 because it is."
"You seriously still use that?"
"I like it. No distractions. Just music. No pings, no messages, no satellites spying on me."
He gave a theatrical bow, one hand to his chest. "Of course, my queen."
Baltimore laughed, that warm, throat-soft chuckle that only came out when she was genuinely happy. "Dork."
He knelt by her bag, pulling the zipper open and rifling through the contents. Oxy-cola? Easy. It was cold, the condensation dampening his fingers. He set it aside.
The MP3 player took more digging. A towel, spare sports bra, hair ties, a rolled-up phone charger, he paused, lifting what looked like a tube of cherry lip balm.
Nope.
Then his hand brushed something small, plastic, and very pink.
He frowned.
Pulled it out.
And froze.
In his hand sat a tiny, unmistakable remote.
Two buttons. One switch. Matte pink casing. A slightly worn sticker on the back that read "sweet mode."
Oh.
Oh.
He stared at it for a moment, grin spreading slow and wide.
This... this wasn't just a remote.
He'd seen this one before.
Used it before.
His pulse didn't quicken, not really. It just shifted, thicker now, heavier, a grin already tugging at his mouth as he looked up from the bag.
Baltimore was adjusting her ponytail, earbuds already in place, one hand on the handlebar of the e-bike.
He stood, grabbed the cola, the MP3, and tucked the remote into his palm, hidden from view.
As he approached, she turned toward him expectantly.
"Thanks, babe" She said.
He handed her the drink and the player.
Then, without a word, held up the remote, casually, right in front of her face.
Baltimore stared.
She blinked once.
Twice.
The moment her eyes locked onto it, her breath caught audibly in her throat.
She nearly dropped the can.
The color drained from her cheeks only to come back tenfold, blazing red, high and fast.
"Commander!" She hissed, eyes wide, voice low and panicked. "W-where did you—?!"
He tilted his head innocently.
"You left it in your bag."
"I-I didn't think you'd go rummaging around like that!"
"You told me to!"
"That was for the cola and the MP3! Not—!" She looked around. Her voice dropped another octave. "Not that."
His grin was borderline wicked now.
"Had plans for later, did you?"
Her face was practically steaming. She gripped the handlebars like she was considering using the entire e-bike as cover.
"W-Well yeah. . . I was going to surprise you tonight."
He leaned closer, one brow cocked.
"We could start now."
Baltimore stared at the remote like it was made of live explosives. Lips parted, breath caught, eyes flicking from the little pink device to the smug bastard holding it. The Oxy-cola was already sweating in her other hand, but she hardly noticed the chill.
He tilted the remote just slightly in his palm, one thumb tapping against the base without pressing anything. The motion alone made her body tense.
"Cat got your tongue?" He asked, leaning in close, voice a whisper meant for her and her alone. "Or maybe something else already has you tied up?"
She bit down on her bottom lip, hard.
From behind, the quiet hum of the gym filled the space, but her focus narrowed. She darted a glance back. Enterprise and Bremerton were still near the stretching mats, heads bent close in a conversation she couldn't hear, probably debating protein shakes or something equally irrelevant to the fire starting in her core.
Then she felt it.
Low. Gentle. Just enough.
The faint, persistent hum began in her lower abdomen. It wasn't strong, not yet, but it was there. The kind of stimulation you couldn't ignore even if you tried. The kind that reminded you, you weren't really in control.
Her thighs twitched. Her hips gave a near-invisible shift in the bike seat.
She exhaled softly. Not from effort. From restraint.
"You're one hell of a pervert" The Commander whispered near her ear, the warmth of his breath sending a second shiver down her spine.
She elbowed him, not hard, but enough to make him flinch and grin wider.
"You made me this way" She hissed under her breath.
He scoffed. "I definitely did not."
"You so did."
They shared a glance, quick, loaded, deeply married. The kind of stare you only earned through long nights and longer mornings, through shared sheets and stupid fights and soft confessions.
Then she looked down.
At the remote again.
At the hand holding it.
Then back up at him.
That look.
That unmistakable look only a wife could give her husband, the one that said, "I'm trusting you. Don't make me regret it."
Baltimore shifted in the seat of the bike, adjusted her grip on the handlebars, and took a slow, deep breath. Her cheeks were already pink, and the faintest sheen of sweat was starting to return along her collarbones.
Then, with a small nod, she gave him her answer.
His eyebrows raised, just slightly. "...Really?"
She nodded again. A little firmer this time.
"I told you I wanted to try taking a risk or two" She said quietly, just enough for him to hear. "Push boundaries, remember?"
He blinked. "We also said we'd do that in bed, not-"
Before he could finish, she went rigid.
Because he pushed the second button, mostly on accident, his finger having hovered above it for a while.
A quiet beep, barely audible but the effect was instant.
The hum inside her doubled.
No warning. No gradual increase.
Just on.
Her whole body jumped.
She gasped, loud enough that she immediately slapped her arm over her mouth to muffle it. Her other hand gripped the bike handle so tight her knuckles whitened.
"Mmmph!"
Eyes wide, a sharp breath through her nose, and her back arched just slightly, like her spine had been jolted.
She turned to glare at him, but her lips betrayed her, quirked at the corners, smile fighting its way through the fluster.
"You meanie" She breathed behind her hand.
But the way her hips twitched on the seat, the way she bit her lip again, the way her eyes couldn't meet his for longer than a second, it all told a different story. She was okay.
More than okay.
He stepped back, the smug barely restrained now. "Let me know if it's too much" He murmured, voice velvet.
She nodded once more, cheeks still on fire, and adjusted herself on the seat. Not to get comfortable. Not really.
No, she shifted just enough to press down.
Just enough to grind.
Barely.
Just for him.
He caught it instantly.
Her slow, subtle press against the padded seat. That gentle roll of her hips like she was trying to find the right angle, pretending to pedal with one leg half-extended and her breathing a little too shallow to be casual.
He said nothing.
Just turned to the treadmill beside her, stepping up onto the platform and pressing the start button.
As the belt began to roll beneath his feet, he tapped the remote once more, dialing the vibrations down, just enough to give her a moment of control.
Baltimore's hips stilled.
Her breath came more evenly again.
And then she moved.
Graceful. Confident. Back into rhythm, pedaling smoothly as if nothing was wrong.
But her thighs still trembled every now and then.
And that blush?
Still there.
And this little private show?
Only for him.
The minutes passed. Baltimore was mid-pedal, the tension in her body carefully masked by athletic rhythm, when a familiar voice sliced into the hum of the gym.
"Heyyyyy, girl~" Bremerton's drawl carried across the room, casual as a cannon shot.
Baltimore tensed, not from guilt, not exactly, but because she knew exactly how sensitive she was right now. Every movement was a tease. Every pedal stroke dragged her thighs open just enough to shift the toy buried inside her. The low vibration had become a background hum, almost bearable.
Almost.
She braced herself. Smiled.
"Hey, Brem" She said, doing her best to sound normal. "What's up?"
Bremerton plopped down on a bench nearby, chin resting on her fist as she leaned in conspiratorially.
"Just checking on my favorite married couple" She said with a grin. "You've been glowing lately. Real post-honeymoon energy."
Baltimore laughed. Light. Measured. "You're imagining things."
"Am I?" Bremerton raised an eyebrow. "C'mon, you've got that 'legs don't work right' look. Spill it."
The Commander, still jogging leisurely on the treadmill next to them, didn't say a word.
But he did move his thumb.
Click.
Baltimore's body jerked.
She bit the inside of her cheek so hard it almost bled. Her whole torso flinched, not violently, just enough that Bremerton blinked.
"You good?"
"I'm fine!" Baltimore replied too quickly. Her hands clutched the handlebars tight, her arms straining slightly as she kept her spine upright. "Just. . . sore from earlier."
And it wasn't a lie.
Sort of.
The vibrations inside her were higher now, back to that second setting, maybe a little more. The motor inside the egg thrummed against her walls, not just a pulse anymore, but a rhythmic pressure that refused to be ignored. It pushed against that tender sweet spot with every tiny shift in her seat.
Her nipples had hardened, pressed against her sports bra like they were begging to be noticed. She shifted slightly forward to hide them, but even that little movement caused her hips to roll.
Another wave hit her.
Her thighs twitched. Her jaw clenched.
Bremerton kept going, oblivious.
"So come on" She said. "You and the Commander finally trying some fun stuff?"
Baltimore blinked. ". . .What?"
"Y'know. Like. . . actual spice. Or are you still vanilla?"
Baltimore laughed again, higher this time, just a little breathless. "We're married, not boring."
"Okay, but are you whipped cream and strawberries married or choke me till I cry married?"
"Bremerton!"
Bremerton snickered. "C'mon, I'm just saying, you always seem so put together. I just figured maybe you still do that gentle missionary, lights-off, don't-spill-the-sheets stuff."
"I do not" Baltimore said, a little too sharply.
Another throb hit her. Her thighs trembled again, tiny, involuntary movements that the Commander, oh-so-attentively watching from the side, absolutely noticed.
Bremerton narrowed her eyes, lips twitching.
"Ohhh my god." Her eyes lit up. "You're into freaky stuff, aren't you?"
"Don't make up stuff in your head!" Baltimore hissed.
Click.
The vibration surged again. Not to the max, he wasn't that cruel, but it was enough.
Enough to make her hips buck forward slightly on the seat. Enough to make her back arch for a split second before she forced herself back into stillness. Enough to make her panties, already damp, start sticking in a way she couldn't ignore.
Her breath shuddered. A bead of sweat rolled between her breasts.
And still, she forced the smile.
"Baltimore," Bremerton said, grinning like a shark "Your face is red as a fire hydrant."
"It's cardio!"
"Uh-huh."
The Commander, still jogging, finally spoke.
"She's a bit of a workaholic. You know how it is."
His voice was calm. Collected. Deceptively innocent.
Bremerton smirked. "Clearly."
Then Enterprise called from the other side of the gym. "Hey, Brem! We need a spot on the deadlifts!"
"Duty calls" Bremerton sighed, standing up with a stretch. "But we will continue this."
Baltimore waved her off with all the strength she could muster. "Looking forward to it."
The second Bremerton was out of sight, the smile dropped from her lips. Her thighs were trembling now, visibly. Her nipples were diamond-hard under her bra, the faint press against the fabric unmistakable. She was sweating, not from effort, but from restraint. From trying to keep her composure while something inside her was pushing her toward the edge.
The Commander stepped off the treadmill and walked over slowly, water bottle in one hand, remote in the other.
She looked up at him, breath shallow, chest rising and falling faster than before. Her hand darted out and grabbed his wrist.
Her voice came low, breathy, urgent. "We're done here."
She didn't wait for him to answer.
She swung one leg off the bike, then the other, almost staggering when her feet hit the floor. Her knees buckled slightly, just once, before she caught herself and grabbed his shirt with both hands.
Without another word, she pulled him.
Straight toward the back hallway. Past the lockers. Past the sauna.
To the men's bath area.
A place only he was allowed to use on base.
She shoved the door open and yanked him inside, letting it slam shut behind them.
Steam clung to the tile. The air was thick, quiet, intimate. And they were alone.
She turned to him, panting.
"You're. . . a bastard" She whispered.
He leaned down, hand sliding to her waist. "You didn't say stop."
She reached between them and grabbed his shirt hard, dragging him forward until their noses almost touched.
"I'm so wet right now, it's disgusting."
He smiled. "Good."
"Not good" She hissed, trembling slightly, one leg twitching from overstimulation. "Do you have any idea what it felt like, sitting there, trying to talk to her while, while that thing was. . ."
Another wave of pleasure rolled through her, sharp, warm, invasive. Baltimore's legs shook again, and her body pressed hard against his, trying to find something solid to anchor herself to. But there was no anchoring. Not now. The vibe inside her was still going, pulsing low and steady like the background thrum of a war drum she couldn't shut off.
Her breath hitched.
She looked down.
His erection pressed firm against his shorts, impossible to miss now, not after everything he'd seen and done. It strained the fabric, twitched slightly, and made her mouth feel just a little too dry.
Her flushed face tilted up toward him again. His hands rested lightly on her hips, thumbs drawing small circles.
He leaned close.
"Your nipples are hard."
Her eyes narrowed.
"No shit" She snapped, cheeks blazing. "What do you expect?"
And then, without another word, she dropped into a squat.
Her knees hit the warm tile floor with the authority of someone who knew what she wanted. Hands already on his waistband. Eyes locked on the tent in his shorts like a heat-seeking missile.
"Don't you dare stop that vibe" She warned him, voice low and tight and vibrating with restraint.
He didn't move.
Didn't need to.
Her fingers curled into the waistband of his gym shorts and began pulling them down, inch by inch, steady and methodical, like she was unwrapping something fragile.
His cock sprang free, already hard, flushed, and eager.
She stared at it for a second, licking her lips unconsciously.
Another wave buzzed through her pelvis. Her thighs clenched.
But she didn't break focus.
One hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, her grip firm but reverent, fingers spreading slightly as they settled into position.
Then, slowly, she leaned forward.
Her lips brushed the tip.
A breath. A kiss. A deliberate pause.
And then, gradually, lovingly, she took him into her mouth.
The first inch slid past her lips. Warm, wet, slow. Her tongue curled around him like a welcome mat, greeting him with soft flicks, careful pressure. She pulled back just slightly, kissed the tip again, then descended farther.
Her body twitched with another pulse from the egg inside her. Her knees shifted against the tile, hips flexing almost reflexively.
But she didn't let it distract her.
If anything, she leaned in harder.
Her lips moved with precision. Each downward stroke was controlled, jaw loose, breath steady through her nose. She didn't rush, not even close. She lingered at the midpoint of each bob, making sure her tongue was pressed just right, licking along the underside of his shaft like she was mapping it from memory.
Above her, the Commander exhaled through his teeth, one hand drifting down to touch her hair. Just a light stroke at first. Not guiding, just appreciating.
Baltimore didn't look up.
She didn't need approval.
This wasn't about reward.
This was about service.
She pulled back slowly, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to his tip, then dipped again, deeper this time, letting her throat open just slightly more. She gagged once, quiet, barely a click in her throat and moaned softly as another wave of pleasure made her hips twitch again.
Her free hand reached down to press between her thighs. She wasn't touching herself, just grounding, pressing against her heat as if to calm it. The pressure helped. Barely.
The toy inside her buzzed, and she let out a muffled whine around his cock, the vibration inside syncing in cruel rhythm with the movement of her mouth.
The Commander's fingers tightened in her hair.
"Babe. . ."
She moaned at that. Actually moaned. The vibrations and the taste and the weight of him against her tongue, it was too much, but she wanted it to be.
She bobbed deeper. Slower. Letting him press against the back of her throat. Her nose brushed his skin now, and her lips sealed around him like a vice, pulling soft, wet suction with every motion.
She couldn't speak.
Didn't need to.
Her eyes flicked up, glassy, flushed.
He looked down at her and saw everything:
Her trembling thighs. The tension in her calves from keeping balance. The hard lines of her nipples pressing through her damp sports bra. The faint tremble of her arm as it flexed from holding herself steady. The gleam of sweat at her hairline. The almost pained pleasure flashing in her gaze.
And still, she worked.
Dutiful. Devoted.
Every bob was a silent confession.
This is for you. This is mine to give. Don't stop me.
The Commander's grip tightened in her hair, just enough to tug, not cruel, not harsh, but commanding. Baltimore moaned around him, the sound vibrating along his shaft as her tongue licked and curled with purpose.
Even through the haze, even kneeling on trembling legs, she was still good. Better than good. Experienced. Precise. Every motion calculated to please.
She wasn't frantic. She wasn't impatient.
She was focused.
She twisted her wrist slightly around the base of his shaft, her grip tightening just right as her lips formed a snug seal around his cock. Every downward glide of her mouth came with a slight tongue roll beneath the tip, deliberate stimulation. She paused on the deeper strokes, letting her throat open just enough to tease him with that faint, wet gag, only to pull back and slurp slowly, dragging his length across her tongue on the retreat.
Her other hand pressed against the inside of her thigh again for support. She couldn't help it. The vibrator was relentless. The soft hum never stopped, buzzing inside her, filling her, kissing her deepest spots with maddening consistency.
Her core was soaked. She could feel it, the way her leggings clung tighter now, the heat pooling under the waistband. She twitched. Her hips rolled in place.
Still, she didn't stop.
Wouldn't stop.
But then his voice cut through the haze, low and heavy with promise.
"You want me to make this better for you?"
She froze, his cock resting against her tongue.
She moaned, a needy, eager sound that wasn't remotely subtle.
"Mm-hmm..."
"Say it."
She pulled back, lips wet, chin shiny, her voice trembling with want.
"Y-yes..."
He didn't make her wait.
"Hands up" He said.
Her eyes widened slightly, the order cutting straight through her restraint like a blade.
Still kneeling, she raised both arms without hesitation. No resistance. No hesitation. Her body was flushed, her nipples hard, her core aching from the constant stimulation. But her obedience was instinct.
He caught both wrists in one hand.
Pinned them.
Pressed her arms above her head, against the tiled wall turning them around. Not painfully, not forcefully but enough. Enough to hold her there. Enough to make her feel caged, confined, owned.
She shuddered.
Her mouth opened involuntarily, breath catching in her throat as the helpless position hit her deeper than the toy ever could.
He didn't tie her. Didn't restrain her.
But that was what made it worse, she could leave at any time. She could pull her hands down, break free, stop this.
But she didn't.
Wouldn't.
Because this? This was what she wanted.
Her masochistic side flared like fire behind her ribs, rushing through her bloodstream. She trembled with anticipation, her breath shallow, her mind a whirlpool of yes, yes, yes.
His other hand came to her head again, guiding her gently, fingers threading through sweat-damp hair.
She sank her mouth onto him once more, but this time it was different.
Looser. Hungrier. Sloppier.
She wasn't measured anymore.
She devoured him.
Spit clung to her lips and chin. The wet sounds echoed in the enclosed bathhouse, loud and obscene. Her head bobbed faster now, no longer just methodical but frenzied, as if pleasing him gave her relief she couldn't get from anything else.
She let him guide her rhythm, her arms still pinned above her. Every time his hips rolled forward, she moaned louder, deeper.
Drool ran down her chin, soaking into her collarbone.
The vibrator buzzed inside her, unrelenting, turning every breath into a fight not to fall apart. Her walls clenched, again and again, soaking the egg nestled inside her. Her core burned, and her thighs pressed tighter, trying to hold something in that she was starting to lose.
Her nipples ached against her bra, sensitive and desperate. Her back arched slightly, spine quaking with pressure.
But still, her mouth never stopped.
She took him to the base now, each time getting deeper, wetter, her throat relaxing on command. Her tongue flexed underneath, curling and dragging even as her lips sealed in a tight circle.
And her eyes?
Those glassy, submissive, utterly wrecked eyes?
Locked on his.
Every time she gagged, she blinked slow. Every time he grunted, she moaned louder.
Pinned, teased, and utterly undone from the inside out, Baltimore had never felt more alive.
He didn't speak, didn't warn her, didn't ask. He just started to move.
His hips rolled forward, slow and deliberate at first, meeting the motion of her mouth as she bobbed along his length, the wet glide of her lips syncing with the subtle flex of his thighs. One hand remained clamped around her wrists, pinning them to the wall above her head, the other sinking deeper into her hair, fingers tangled tight, guiding, not forcing but undeniably in control.
She welcomed it. Every second of it.
Her moan was long and muffled as he began to thrust into her mouth in earnest, not roughly, but with a confidence that had her thighs trembling. He wasn't using her, he was claiming her, moving her, pulling her deeper onto him with every thrust until her nose brushed his skin and her throat tightened reflexively around the girth sliding into it.
Every stroke was full. Every pullback just short enough to tease. He watched her lips stretch, her spit mix with the sweat on her chin, her whole body shuddering in that beautiful, fragile squat. She wasn't falling apart, she was thriving on it, drinking in the pressure, drowning in the sensation.
Then, as his rhythm built, he used one of his legs to part hers wider, his calves nudging hers outward, keeping her in place. It forced her hips lower, changed the angle, made the vibrator nestled deep inside her shift and press against every last sensitive place it could. Her moan broke into a sharp gasp, her body jerking once, the toy hitting somewhere new, somewhere devastating. She shook, genuinely shook with the effort of keeping it together.
But she didn't ask him to stop.
Didn't even slow down.
She sucked him like she needed it, like she was trying to draw every drop of heat out of him with her mouth alone, as if the only thing anchoring her to reality was the feel of him pressing into her throat and the low buzz between her legs driving her wild.
His breathing grew heavier, rougher, and his grip in her hair tightened.
"Balt" He groaned, voice cracking slightly, hips stuttering just a bit.
That was the only warning he gave.
And then he came.
Hot. Thick. Heavy.
She felt the first spurt hit the back of her throat, and she didn't flinch, just swallowed. Then the next, and the next, each pulse making her whimper softly against him, each twitch of his cock pushing another wave of warmth down her throat.
She drank what she could, eyes fluttering shut, hands still pinned. But some escaped, slick trails spilling from the corners of her mouth and down her chin, dripping slowly onto her chest and staining the edge of her sports bra. A few stray drops hit her bare thighs, warm and wet against her flushed skin.
When he finally pulled back, breathless, her lips parted with a wet gasp. A thick string of cum stretched from her mouth to the tip of his cock before it broke and painted her thigh.
Still panting, she lowered her pinned arms with a faint tremble and looked down at the mess between her legs.
She didn't speak.
She just dipped her fingers down and scooped up a smear of his cum from her skin, dragging it up in a slow, lazy motion, lifting the slick to her lips.
He twitched at the sight, actually twitched and she giggled, lightheaded and grinning through her blush, eyes sparkling.
"Y-you can turn it off now" She whispered, voice still shaky, hips quivering from the lingering thrum of the toy inside her. "Please."
He did. Finally. The remote clicked, and the vibrations stopped.
Silence fell.
Only the soft echo of steam hissing against tile, their breath, the distant hum of pipes.
Baltimore took a beat. Two.
Then she moved, slowly, standing, legs still trembling as she peeled herself off the floor. Her body was flushed, glistening, but steady enough.
She didn't speak as she hooked her fingers under the waistband of her soaked leggings and pushed them down, stripping them off inch by inch until they peeled from her thighs, sticking slightly to the dampness between her legs. She kicked them aside, then reached back to unclip her sports bra, letting it fall with a quiet slap to the tiles.
She stood there, bare, skin flushed, nipples stiff, her whole body still humming from the aftershocks. She reached down between her thighs and carefully pushed her fingers inside herself, hooking just enough to grip the toy, then slowly, wetly, pulled it free.
It came out slick and shining.
She held it up, breath still uneven, and looked at him.
"You're lucky I married you" She murmured, cheeks red, eyes still dazed but smiling, lips curling as she stepped closer.
She held the egg in one hand and leaned into him, pressing her bare chest against his, the sweat between them mingling.
Then, gently, she passed it to him.
"I need another round" She whispered, voice almost purring now, her fingers brushing his palm as she handed it over. "Right into me."
His eyebrows lifted slightly.
She turned, slowly, gracefully, her hips swaying with practiced ease as she walked toward the nearest bench along the tiled wall. She bent over it, planting her hands on the edge and arching her back, legs spread, ass lifted, the invitation unmistakable.
She looked over her shoulder and wiggled her hips, just once.
"Put it back in me" She said, breathless and wild-eyed. "But this time... the other hole."
He didn't need convincing.
The egg was already slick, and her body was more than ready. He stepped behind her, placed one hand on her lower back, and with the other, guided the toy carefully to her entrance. She gasped the moment the tip pushed in, her breath hitching as he pressed slowly, steadily, until the egg disappeared inside her, swallowed by the tight heat of her ass.
The moan she let out was different this time.
Not desperate. Not frantic.
Pure indulgence.
Then he clicked the remote.
This time, full power.
She cried out, not from pain, not from surprise, but from sheer electric pleasure that danced up her spine and made her legs buckle slightly. Her head dropped, forehead against her arm, back arching deeper as she giggled, breathless, high off sensation.
"Ohhh my God—yes..."
She pushed back into the feeling, rocking her hips against the bench, moaning, giggling, her whole body a live wire.
And he just watched.
Watched her tremble. Watched her lose control all over again.
Because this wasn't just a game anymore.
This was love.
This was hers.
This was theirs.
He didn't hesitate.
Didn't wait for her to adjust.
The moment the egg was inside and vibrating full force, her moan barely had time to echo before he stepped forward, grabbed her hips, and slammed into her with the first hard thrust.
She cried out, sharp, unfiltered, her body jolting against the bench as his cock drove into her soaked cunt from behind, no teasing, no slow build-up. Just raw need, hard muscle, and aching pressure. Her legs buckled on impact, her hands slipping forward as she struggled to hold herself steady.
But he didn't slow.
He fucked her.
Hard. Deep. Fast.
His hips snapped against her ass, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing against the tile. The egg inside her ass only made it worse, better, every thrust drove both deeper, pushed everything tighter, and sent sparks ripping through her nerves like wildfire.
She screamed.
The orgasm was instant, she was already way too weak from before. It tore through her like a live wire, legs shaking, walls clenching around his cock like a fist, every muscle in her core locking tight. Her juices splashed down her thighs and coated his shaft, slickening every thrust with heat and need.
But he didn't stop.
Didn't give her a break.
Even as she collapsed forward on the bench, hips twitching, breath caught in her throat, he grabbed her ass and kept going. Pounding into her, relentless, fucking through her orgasm like he was chasing the next one before the first even faded.
Her nails scraped against the wood of the bench, body rocking with every thrust, mind barely able to form thoughts. The toy inside her buzzed madly, and her cunt spasmed with every impact, overstimulated, wet, perfect.
"F-fuck—" She sobbed, hips trying to keep up with him, her voice high and broken. "D-don't stop—don't you fucking dare stop—!"
He grunted behind her, pace quickening, sweat dripping from his brow, his grip on her hips bruising now, the raw sound of his thighs hitting her ass making her shiver through another wave of aftershock.
Her back arched. Her arms trembled. Her brain blurred.
Then she moved.
Still impaled on his cock, she shifted hard, twisted around, one leg wrapping around his hip as she turned to face him mid-thrust, never letting him slip out.
Her arms came up fast, one hand slamming into the back of his neck, the other clawing down his spine.
And then her lips were on his.
No build-up. No kiss.
A smash.
A crash.
Lips parting. Tongues twisting.
Raw heat.
Her moan poured into his mouth like gasoline on fire, and she bit down on his lip just enough to make him groan.
He pressed her back, hard, against the nearest wall. Her ass hit the tile, cold and jarring, but she didn't care.
She hooked both legs around him now, locking them at the ankles. His cock never left her. Not once. Still buried. Still pounding.
He shifted. One arm came up to hold her, pinning her to the wall. The other grabbed her breast, rough, needy, fingers digging in, palm pressing tight. He squeezed, flicked his thumb across her nipple, made her arch into his chest.
Her nails dug into his back, dragging down his shoulders, scoring angry red marks into his skin, and she moaned against his mouth as his hips slammed upward again, harder, deeper, the vibration from the egg still rumbling through her ass with every grind of his cock.
The pleasure wasn't rising. It was exploding. Constantly.
Her breath came in shattered gasps, moans, curses, her forehead pressed against his, sweat dripping between them.
His pace grew erratic, close. She felt it. In his grip. In his voice. "Fuck, Baltimore!"
Her voice was ragged, lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "Cum in me. . .don't stop. . .cum inside, fill me up. . ."
The second she said it, he lost it.
His cock pulsed, jerking inside her, and he came hard, body shuddering, hips pressing flush to hers as he emptied into her in thick, hot spurts.
She screamed as the orgasm hit her again, her walls clenching so tight it was like her body was trying to wring him dry. Her thighs locked around him. Her body went rigid. And then she came, again, completely, soaking his cock and everything between them, her juices pouring down her thighs, splashing onto the tile below.
Still, he stayed inside her. Still, she clung to him, trembling. Still, the egg buzzed inside her.
She laughed. High. Breathless. Wild.
And then she kissed him again.
Their bodies didn't separate.
Not after the climax. Not after the tremors faded. Not even after the last wave of her orgasm finally ran its course and left her breathless in his arms, chest heaving, legs trembling.
They just. . . slid.
Together.
His back hit the tile wall first with a dull, relieved thud. She followed, collapsing onto him, limbs still wrapped tight, her slick thighs straddling his waist as they slid down in unison until they landed on the floor, her in his lap, still impaled on his cock, still connected, still twitching around him.
Neither of them said anything at first.
Because the toy still buzzed inside her.
Low. Constant. Maddening.
And he was still hard.
And she was still soaked.
Her hips gave a soft, unconscious roll against him, and both of them moaned at once, hers airy and high, his low and strained.
Then she kissed him.
Slow at first, mouths parting lazily, tongues meeting again like they had nowhere else to be. Her fingers curled in his hair, holding him close, keeping him there, like if she let go for even a second, the feeling might vanish.
He tried to speak.
She shut him up with her mouth.
Again.
And again.
And again.
They made out like teenagers in the back of a movie theater, sloppy, hungry, insatiable but the undercurrent was deeper now. Stronger. He could feel it in the way her hips pressed down into him, the way her inner walls fluttered around his still-sensitive cock with every pulse of the toy, how her fingers didn't roam, they held.
Anchored.
Claimed.
She pulled back just enough to breathe, eyes glassy, cheeks red, sweat clinging to her temples.
"I want more of you" She whispered, not pleading, declaring.
He opened his mouth to answer.
She kissed him again, silencing the words before they could form, her lips crushing into his like a need, her breath hot against his cheek. Her thighs flexed, gripping his hips, her body still shaking with residual overstimulation, but she didn't stop.
She didn't want to stop.
"I love how you ruined me" She whispered between kisses, teeth grazing his lip. "How you made me like this."
His fingers dug into her waist, holding her steady, trying to breathe, trying to focus.
She rocked her hips again, slow, tender, obscene.
"I love how you use me" She panted, lips brushing his ear now. "How you fuck me like I'm yours. Because I am."
"Babe—"
Another kiss. Harder.
"No talking" She whispered, voice husky and drunk with desire. "Not unless you're moaning."
He groaned into her mouth as she kissed him again, deeper this time, her tongue curling past his lips like she was trying to taste the rest of him, like she couldn't get enough.
And maybe she couldn't.
Because they stayed like that.
Wrapped up in each other. Tangled. Still connected. Still clenching, still twitching, still burning.
The tile under them was cold, but their skin steamed. His hands roamed her bare back, her hips, her ass, anywhere they could reach. Hers stayed in his hair, on his jaw, curled behind his neck, like she couldn't bear to not touch him.
Every few seconds, a pulse from the toy would jolt her body, and she'd moan softly into his mouth. And every time she clenched, he stiffened slightly inside her again. They weren't starting another round, not yet, but the wanting didn't stop. It just hovered, thick and waiting.
They made out for what felt like minutes.
Then more minutes.
Time blurred.
Until a glance at the nearby wall clock finally broke the spell.
She pulled back with a breathless laugh, forehead resting against his, still panting. "Oh my god..."
His brows furrowed slightly, dazed. "What?"
She turned her head, just slightly, and motioned toward the clock.
They had been on the floor for over twenty minutes.
Twenty minutes of kissing, grinding, moaning, whispering things that should never be said outside a locked bedroom.
Her lips curved, a soft smile cutting through the sweat-slick lust on her face.
"We were supposed to be home fifteen minutes ago."
He blinked. "Shit."
Neither of them moved.
Neither of them wanted to.
Still locked together. Still flushed. Still needy.
She leaned in one more time, lips ghosting his cheek, her voice warm and purring. "We'll clean up... eventually."
Then a pause. Her breath caught against his throat.
"But this. . ." She whispered, her hips twitching again, the toy giving one final buzz against her nerves ". . .this isn't over."
Back At Their Home.
Their bedroom door was still half-closed behind them. Not that it mattered. The entire house had already been claimed, clothes scattered across the living room, a damp gym towel crumpled at the foot of the stairs, her sports bra somewhere along the hall like a breadcrumb trail of lust.
They hadn't made it to the bedroom cleanly. They'd made it there because they had to. Because the fire hadn't burned out in that bathhouse, it had only banked.
Now it raged.
Baltimore straddled him, bare thighs pressed tight against his hips, sweat beading on her stomach as she rocked her hips in steady, grinding circles. Her pace wasn't frantic, it was calculated. Focused. Every movement dragged his cock across her walls just right, hit that angle that made her toes curl, pushed every soft, soaked sound from her lips with purpose.
Her moans were shameless. Guttural. Loud.
And his mouth was on her.
Both of her nipples were red and slick from his tongue, swollen from how long he'd been sucking, flicking, licking, biting, never letting up. His hands held her hips, guiding her bounce, but his mouth was relentless, switching between breasts as if he couldn't decide which he wanted more.
Every time his lips wrapped around one, her back arched deeper.
Every time his teeth grazed just enough, she whimpered like it physically hurt to feel that good.
She rode him with authority, hips slamming down, muscles rippling with every bounce, the clapping slap of their bodies echoing between gasps and panting breath.
"Fuck, baby" She hissed, fingers digging into his shoulders. "You make me feel so good..."
He groaned into her chest, tongue swirling around her nipple, then sucking it deep between his lips while she bucked against him.
Then, his hand moved.
Slid down from her waist, slow and deliberate, fingers dragging across her slick, taut stomach until they reached where their bodies met.
And then. . .
He started circling.
Two fingers pressed against her clit, gentle at first, then firmer, tracing soft, deliberate strokes that sent white-hot jolts straight up her spine.
She choked on a moan, hips stuttering, thighs trembling as the double stimulation made her clench around him hard.
"Ohh-f-fuck—!"
He didn't stop sucking her nipple. Didn't stop stroking her clit. Didn't stop thrusting upward into her grinding hips.
She felt everything.
His cock thick and deep inside her. His mouth latched to her breast. His fingers teasing her clit with steady, practiced precision.
She couldn't breathe. Couldn't speak.
Every nerve in her body was firing, and still neither of them was close to done.
She looked down at him through wild hair and half-lidded eyes, chest heaving, her lips parted, sweat trailing down her neck.
"I love you" She gasped, breath catching as his thumb grazed a more sensitive spot.
"I love you, I love you. . .fuck! don't stop. . .don't you fucking stop..."
His breathing had gone uneven, chest rising faster, every upward thrust of his hips a little rougher, his grip on her thighs tighter. His mouth broke from her chest, slick lips parted, and his voice came low, guttural, cracking under strain.
"Babe... I'm close."
Baltimore froze. Her hips twitched like she was about to keep riding him anyway, like her body refused to stop but she did.
Barely.
The frustration on her face was visible, teeth clenched, thighs trembling from restraint. Her pussy clenched around him one last time, greedy and wet, before she slowly, agonizingly, lifted herself off his cock. She gasped at the slide, the slick sound of his shaft leaving her making her whole body shiver.
And then she was gone.
Off the bed.
Down to her knees.
The second her knees hit the carpet she was moaning, looking up at him with eyes that were glassy with heat and pure, aching hunger.
"Cum on me" She breathed, almost desperate. "Like we talked about. Please, baby..."
He sat up, dazed, cock twitching in the air, glistening with her wetness. He stared at her, kneeling, flushed, chest still heaving, her nipples red from his mouth, her hair wild and stuck to her face and he couldn't say no. He wouldn't.
He stood.
She didn't wait.
Her hands went to the drawer beside the bed, flinging it open with a clatter, rifling through until she pulled out a small, semi-transparent dildo. Shorter than his. Slimmer. Just enough to fill her hand.
She looked at it and let out a breathless, needy laugh.
"It'll have to do" She moaned, already spreading her knees wider, settling back into position. "It's nothing like you, I know... it's just plastic. Just a toy. But maybe it'll make me cum with you."
He groaned at the sound of her voice, ragged and eage, and wrapped his hand around his cock, slowly stroking as he watched her bring the toy between her legs.
She didn't tease. Didn't play.
She eased it inside with a messy slick sound, her cunt already soaked from everything before, and she started fucking herself with it fast, her other hand immediately coming up to grope at one of her sore, sensitive nipples.
Her moans were loud now, unashamed. She kept her eyes locked on him even as her hips rocked back and forth, even as the fake cock disappeared again and again into her soaking pussy.
"I want you to cum to this" She gasped. "To me fucking myself, thinking about you, only you, while I use this cheap little toy."
Her hand pumped harder.
"You're so much thicker, so much deeper, fuck, I miss it already. . ."
His cock pulsed in his fist, slick from her arousal, his breathing louder now, more ragged. He stepped closer, standing over her now, stroking faster as he watched the most obscene sight he could imagine: his wife on her knees, legs spread wide, fucking herself like she couldn't survive another second without him, moaning his name like it was sacred.
"I want you to cum to this" She moaned again, voice breathless, reverent, aching. "Cum on me. Mark me. Paint me. Show me I'm yours."
Her hand was a blur between her legs now. Her eyes were glassy. She was close, desperate but still holding on, still focused on him.
And he was right there, throbbing, trembling, seconds from. . .
He couldn't hold back.
Not with her like that.
Kneeling. Wanton. Eyes full of nothing but him.
Her thighs trembled as she fucked herself with the toy faster, hips jerking with every thrust, slick noises filling the room. Her mouth was half-open, drool on her lip, and the way she looked up at him, pure worship, pure need, was everything. Her voice came ragged, but still sharp with want.
"I'm yours" She breathed. "This body, this pussy, this face, I want you to cum on all of it."
He groaned loud, head tilting back for just a second as the heat surged up his spine. His hand moved faster, cock pulsing hard in his grip, the pressure unbearable now. And all the while, she kept moaning for him, dirty, broken, begging.
"Cum for me, baby" She gasped, her pace losing rhythm, her own orgasm building again. "Cum to me touching myself for you, cum to me wanting you."
He stepped closer, cock right over her now, towering over her face and chest, his muscles tensed, jaw clenched. . .
And then.
"F-fuck, Baltimore. . ."
He came.
Hard.
The first shot hit her cheek and streaked across to her nose. The second landed square on her lips. The third splashed her chest, dripping over one swollen nipple and sliding slowly between her breasts.
More followed, thick, hot ropes splattering across her skin in messy, wet lines, dripping into her collarbones, catching in her hair. He groaned deep from his chest, each pulse of release rocking his whole body, and she didn't flinch once.
She moaned as he covered her. As her skin got painted, as the warmth ran down her throat and between her breasts, as she blinked up through it, mouth open, tongue flicking out to taste.
Her hands never stopped.
One still pumped the toy in and out of her soaked cunt. The other now slid up her chest to smear his cum across her tits, moaning as she rubbed it in, savoring the filth of it.
Her own orgasm hit her like a wave.
She gasped, body convulsing, eyes rolling back as she cried out with him still releasing above her, her pussy clenching around the toy hard, squirting just a little, dripping onto the carpet as she collapsed back onto her heels.
Panting.
Sweating.
Ruined.
They stayed like that for a second, him above her, still twitching, chest rising and falling, and her kneeling below, skin slicked with his cum, her thighs trembling, arms weak.
She looked up, laughing breathlessly, the sound soft and half-crazy from the high.
"God, I love you" She whispered, cum still streaked down her neck.
He knelt down slowly, hands coming to her shoulders, and for a moment they just held there, close, trembling, satisfied and breathless and full of nothing but each other.
"...We really should've done that on the bed" He murmured against her hair.
She snorted, leaning into him with a grin. "We didn't soil the new covers. I call that a win."
And on the dresser just behind them, the egg still sat where they'd left it, silent, but somehow still part of the chaos.
Chapter 28: Married Life With Unzen
Summary:
Hello everyone. It's been a while, college was taking up all of my time and I had to take a small breakt to focus on that. Hopefully we are back now, starting with this Unzen chapter. My writing might be a bit off after not writing for a while and focusing only on my native language.
Hope you are all doing great.
Chapter Text
The wind whispered cold against the windowpanes, the sound of steady rain tapping in uneven rhythms across the glass like distant fingertips. Outside, the world had shrunk into a gray, soaking silence, with fog curling low along the edges of the naval district like breath clinging to chilled skin.
The trees lining the outer paths swayed with heavy leaves, their darkened silhouettes dancing behind veils of mist. It was the kind of night that clawed at bone, that made the idea of venturing beyond the doorstep feel like a punishment meant for fools.
But inside, their home glowed with unwavering warmth.
Golden light spilled from the shaded floor lamps tucked into the corners of the room, casting a soft amber hue across the tatami flooring and the low futon laid out at the center of it all. Incense, subtle and woodsy, drifted lazily from a small ceramic burner, mingling with the natural scent of steamed rice that had long since cooled.
Thick cushions surrounded them, a loose blanket bundled nearby in careless folds. Everything breathed softness. Stability. Love made physical in woven textures and still air.
And in the heart of that warmth, Unzen sat on the Commander's lap, her body turned sideways into his chest, one leg draped over his thigh, the other folded neatly beneath her. Her sleep robe, a plush blend of pale purple and soft white, hung loosely from her frame, slipping down her right shoulder just enough to expose the delicate dip of her collarbone and the soft curve beneath.
Her skin was still warm from the bath they'd taken together not even an hour before, and that warmth clung to her, rising again in response to the hands now exploring her body with quiet reverence.
His palm splayed across her lower back, fingers trailing slowly up and down the line of her spine through the parted robe. The fabric shifted with each pass, threatening to open wider, as if responding to the motion. His other hand cradled the back of her head, tangled in her hair, holding her gently but firmly as their mouths met over and over again in a kiss that had long since passed casual.
Their lips moved with need.
Sloppy, soft at first, but increasingly wet, increasingly slow. Every breath between them shared, every moan swallowed and returned. Her mouth trembled against his, warm and pliant, her lips parted just enough to let him taste her. The faintest hint of the rice wine she had sipped with dinner still lingered on her tongue, mixing now with the heavy rhythm of their breathing.
Unzen's hands had snuck under the edge of his robe as well, her fingers exploring the firm plane of his chest and the light dusting of hair along his sternum. She wasn't rushed. No, she touched him the way one would handle prayer beads, deliberate and full of quiet worship, each pass of her fingertips meant to memorize.
Her body pressed into his with a softness that could only come from absolute trust, thighs brushing his through the folds of her robe, hips curling forward whenever he breathed a little deeper into her mouth.
Her fingers paused just above his navel, the pad of her thumb brushing in lazy circles as if trying to coax something deeper than heat from his body. The edge of her robe shifted with her slow breathing, the sash still loosely tied but no longer doing much to protect modesty. Beneath the warm lamplight, her pale thigh peeked through the parted fabric, pressed delicately into his hip.
Their kisses slowed. The earlier hunger gave way to something softer, more drawn out. His lips grazed hers in quiet repetitions, small brushes, little pauses filled with the warmth of breath and the faint sound of her pleased hums. Each time they touched again, it was sweeter. Her lips followed him naturally, seeking him even as she smiled into each kiss.
"Mmm... you're being gentle with me again" She whispered, her voice touched with fondness and quiet amusement. She tilted her head just enough to trail her mouth against the corner of his lips, then his jaw, planting a few more small kisses there, lips barely pressing down, just enough for him to feel the shape of each one.
Her hand curled lightly around the hem of his robe, fingers bunching the fabric in slow strokes, not to remove it yet, just to hold onto him. Her body molded closer into his, her leg sliding more fully across his lap, her bare foot brushing slowly over the back of his calf as she shifted forward.
"I'm so happy you're home tonight" She murmured again, voice low and steady, not rushed. "So happy I get to keep you all to myself for a little while."
She giggled softly into his neck, nuzzling beneath his ear. Her warm breath met his skin, followed by her lips, then a soft kiss against the underside of his jaw.
"I don't mind being patient... when the reward is time like this" She continued. "When I get to kiss you slowly, and feel your hands wherever they want to go..."
Her voice faded into a sigh as his fingertips slid further along her side, the edge of her robe slipping with them. He pressed another kiss to the corner of her mouth, slower than before, and she leaned into it immediately, lips parting slightly as her head tilted with practiced ease.
She giggled again, just faintly, her fingers rising now to cradle his face, brushing along his jaw with slow adoration. Her thumb ghosted over the curve of his cheekbone.
"You're so warm" She whispered. "I think the rain made you even more tempting than usual..."
The hand at her waist shifted to the curve of her hip, drawing a small, hushed moan from her as she leaned forward, her chest brushing his, her thighs tightening lightly around his lap. Every motion she made was in sync with him now, every kiss she gave made her melt a little further into his lap.
And when he kissed her again, gently at first, then a little deeper, her breath caught, her hands slipping back down to his chest and pressing softly, not to push him away, but to feel him more fully. Her fingers curled into his robe, palms splaying wide, like she wanted to hold his heartbeat in her hands.
"I love you" She breathed between kisses. "Even when you tease me. Even when you make me wait. . . I still love you most when you're holding me like this."
She smiled as she said it, her lips brushing his once more, hands never still, body never pulling away.
He leaned in again, letting his nose brush along her temple before kissing just above her brow, then murmured against her skin, low and sincere.
"You look wonderful tonight..."
The words settled into her with weight, not flattery, but certainty. The kind of compliment that made her chest tighten gently and her breath slip out in a quiet, fluttering sigh. His voice was closer now, his body heavier against hers, and though his tone stayed soft, his touch had shifted. His hand at her waist no longer moved in passive circles but squeezed instead, fingers pressing in with firmer intent, gliding down to the slope of her hip and resting there with quiet claim.
The shift wasn't sudden, but it was unmistakable.
She felt his want before he ever spoke it aloud, the way his body molded against hers, the way his kisses hovered just a second longer than before, how his thumb traced small, impatient arcs over her exposed skin.
It wasn't hard to notice. For her, it was closer to instinct.
Unzen exhaled slowly, lips brushing his jaw, then giggled softly again, but there was heat behind it this time. A subtle breath of arousal tucked beneath the laughter. Her hands slid down the front of his chest again, palms warm and deliberate. Her thighs flexed around his hips with slow, teasing friction, her body shifting just enough to make her robe slide off her shoulder completely.
"You're always so easy to read when you're quiet like this" She whispered sweetly. "Like your hands are talking for you..."
She tilted her head and leaned into him more, resting her cheek against his for a moment. Her hand reached for the loose knot at her waist, fingers slow, thoughtful, not shy, not coy, just savoring the moment.
The simple tug was all it took.
The sash loosened, slipping open with a lazy slide of fabric and falling softly to the floor beside them. The robe, freed of its shape, slid from her shoulders with practiced ease, pooling down around her waist and then further still, until the soft weight of it landed in a whisper beside her on the futon.
She sat in his lap fully bare now, bathed in golden lamplight, her skin flushed with the same warm pink that dusted her cheeks. Her hair clung in soft strands around her neck and collarbone, her chest rising slow but full against his, each breath making her breasts press into him with greater heat. Her body didn't flinch under his gaze. She didn't cover herself. Instead, she looked into his eyes with calm confidence, lips parted slightly, voice smooth and low.
"...Better?" She asked, as if the answer weren't already written across his face.
And it was.
His breath hitched softly. His gaze swept over her without shame, drinking her in like a long-denied offering. His hands, now freed from their restraint, moved again, one rising to her side, fingers splaying wide as they claimed the curve of her waist.
The other dipped lower, cupping her hip fully now, fingers curling just beneath to squeeze with greedy affection. He wasn't groping. Not yet. But the eagerness in his grip had grown. Each press of his hand lingered longer, firmer, more grounded in heat than mere affection.
Unzen smiled softly, breathing out as his palms explored her more boldly.
"I knew you liked this robe" She said, tilting her head slightly, brushing her lips over his. "But I think you prefer what's under it even more..."
Her hips shifted again, slowly, guiding herself into his touch, the friction now unmistakable, undeniable, her skin pressing bare into his lap. She could feel him there, the shape of his need starting to press back through fabric, and her thighs tensed just enough to feel it more clearly.
"But tonight..." She whispered, voice barely above the rain outside "You don't have to hold back at all..."
His forehead rested against hers for a breathless moment, his voice low and gravel-soft against her lips.
"I really missed this..."
His fingers shifted, trailing up from her waist as he spoke, palms dragging over the warmth of her ribs, slow and steady until they found their destination. His hands slid over the soft weight of her chest, fingers curling almost reverently at first before he squeezed, warm and full and firm, like a man trying to memorize her all over again.
"Your cooking. Your voice. The way you always sneak into my arms when I'm pretending to sleep..." He continued, kissing the side of her mouth as he gave another squeeze, this one greedier than the last. "I missed all of it... but this?"
His thumbs brushed inward now, catching the curve of her breasts as they shifted under his touch. His voice dropped to a murmur.
"This was definitely second."
Unzen didn't reply right away. Her lashes fluttered at the sudden fullness of his touch, but her hands only tightened slightly over his shoulders. Her chest rose into his palms, slowly, her body moving on its own. She pressed in just enough, soft and deliberate, the faintest give of her breasts meeting his fingers with that perfect springy resistance.
His touch grew bolder with each second, his fingers kneading and molding, thumbs stroking up until they brushed over her nipples. The first pass was a graze. The second lingered, the pad of his thumb dragging slowly over the sensitive tip until it stiffened against his skin.
Still, she didn't pull away. She simply breathed, lips parted, her gaze half-lidded and warm.
"Mmm... That's a hungry grip, Commander" She said eventually, the words just barely teasing, her tone affectionate and soaked in approval. "I can tell you really missed your wife..."
He didn't answer with words this time. His hands squeezed again, rougher now, fingers curling beneath her breasts to lift them, adjust them, explore every soft angle like they were his to claim all over again.
And they were.
Her breath hitched, hips twitching faintly in his lap, but she still didn't stop him. If anything, she only fed it. Her thighs clamped just slightly tighter around his hips, her arms curling more firmly around his neck, anchoring herself to him like the room might tilt. Her lips found his ear next, brushing the edge of it as she giggled softly again, breath warm and sweet against his skin.
"I was starting to miss that shaky feeling in my legs, too..."
That whisper wasn't fair.
He reacted instantly, grip tightening in both hands, a soft grunt caught in his throat as his thumbs pressed in harder against her nipples. She moaned at the contact, subtle but real, her back arching slightly into the pressure.
Her body shivered, warmth rising again beneath his palms as he rolled the sensitive tips slowly, his fingers no longer simply exploring but claiming, coaxing, memorizing the way she responded.
Unzen gasped softly, her lips parting beside his ear now as her nails gently pressed into his shoulders. Her breath spilled out hotter, thicker, no longer just affectionate but edged with need.
"Ah... that's it" She murmured. "You always respond to that one... Always want to make sure I can't walk straight in the morning..."
She kissed his cheek next, slow and firm, her thighs squeezing again. Her nipples ached sweetly beneath his fingers, but she didn't move to stop him, if anything, she pressed into his hands more, chasing each pass of his touch.
"You're so easy to read, husband" She breathed, smiling with affection laced with heat. "But I like that about you..."
Her body stayed pressed into his touch, molded to him with quiet hunger, the moans still soft in her throat but growing heavier with each pass of his fingers. Her breathing had shifted too, not hurried, but fuller, deeper, as though every little movement he made fed something deeper inside her.
And still, her voice stayed warm, unwavering in its love.
"I meant it" She whispered, lips brushing over his cheek, then down toward the corner of his jaw. "I love that about you. That honesty. That touch... the way you hold me like I'm something to protect, even when you're the one who needs it more..."
Her hands curled over his shoulders again, her fingers brushing along the curve of his neck with tender slowness.
"I love your ideas for dates, even the silly ones" She went on, breath hot and close now. "I love the way you always wake up before me just to make tea. Your cuddles, your little notes in my bento... And all those gifts. Honestly, where am I even supposed to put the next one?"
She giggled, shaking her head with an exasperated sweetness, her smile warm as her chest pushed more firmly into his hands. "I've run out of space in our room."
At that, he laughed, quietly at first, then with a genuine note of playfulness as he brought his forehead back to hers.
"I can fix that" He said, still grinning. "I'll just get you a bigger home."
Unzen blinked, then laughed louder than before, a real one this time, sweet and full, carried on the wave of affection that swelled in her chest.
"Commander... Are you trying to kill me?" She whispered, her words half-laugh, half-sigh. "At this rate, I'm just going to die from all the love you keep giving me. No one could survive that much."
And then she kissed him.
There was no rush in it. No desperation. Just soft, certain love, a press of lips so full of devotion that it silenced even the distant patter of the rain. Her mouth lingered on his, her hands resting gently against the sides of his face as if framing something priceless. When she pulled back, it was only by a breath, and her smile remained, glowing through every part of her expression.
Her voice dropped into a lower hum, fond and curious.
"So... what does my husband want?" She asked, almost coy, but not teasing. "What did you miss the most while you were gone? What act can your wife do tonight to make you even happier...?"
Her fingers brushed his chest again, slow and gentle, as if to coax the answer out.
He didn't speak right away. His throat moved with a swallow, and his eyes shifted from hers for just a moment. It wasn't hesitation born of shame, only the pause that came from desire steeped in emotion. When the words finally came, they were almost quiet, like he didn't want to rush them.
"...Your breasts" He murmured, voice low, his hands still full of them. "That... the way you..."
He trailed off, and then added, slightly more hesitant, a flush creeping into his face.
"...Use your tongue, too."
Unzen blinked once, then covered her mouth with the back of her hand and giggled softly, the sound dripping with indulgent affection. Her eyes never left his, twinkling like moonlight caught in warmth.
"Of course" She whispered, like it was obvious. "I shouldn't even have had you ask~"
She kissed him again, softer this time, lips tender and plush, warm with promise. Then she eased back, her hands sliding down his chest in smooth, deliberate motions.
"I'll make sure you forget everything else but this" She murmured as her body began to shift lower.
She slid down his lap, every movement smooth and precise, her robe left behind on the futon, forgotten in favor of skin, touch, and the heat between them.
Unzen didn't rush. As she knelt before him, her hands moved with purpose and patience, delicate fingers slipping beneath the edge of his robe with reverence more fitting for holy garb than fabric. She unfolded him one layer at a time, exposing the lines of his chest, the toned muscle of his abdomen, his thighs, each bit revealed like a secret whispered only to her.
And she took her time with all of it.
She leaned in to kiss the faint scar beneath his ribs, barely a line but still there. Then another, near his hip, old and faded but no less permanent. Her lips brushed it softly, then lingered there, and when she pulled back, she smiled gently, not sad, not pitiful, but full of something warmer.
Pride. Admiration. Love.
Her hands slid down further, opening his robe entirely. She let it fall open without ceremony, the fabric pooling around his hips, then behind him. Her eyes moved slowly, drinking in every inch of him like she was confirming he was truly home, not just his presence, but his body, whole and strong despite everything.
"You really don't hold back out there" She whispered, her lips brushing against a scar along his thigh now, soft and slow. "You give all of yourself, every time..."
Another kiss. Higher, to the edge of his hipbone.
"I think that's what I love the most" She murmured. "That you're always willing to give everything, to your people... and to me."
Her hand slid up from his knee now, palm flat against the inside of his thigh, spreading warmth and anticipation as she rose again, eye-level now with the last piece of clothing between them. Her eyes lifted up toward his, gleaming with fond amusement and intent.
Then, in one smooth, practiced motion, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down.
There was no tug, no stumble. Just a single, perfect slide that spoke of quiet familiarity, of a woman who knew her husband's body as well as she knew her own breath. She discarded the fabric with a flick of her wrist, her gaze falling back to him as he sprang free, twitching slightly in the cool air.
Unzen exhaled slowly through her nose, a pleased hum caught in her throat.
Her right hand came up again, fingers spreading in a graceful arc before they curled around him, five delicate digits wrapping around his shaft in one tender, reverent motion. The effect was immediate, he twitched against her palm, already hardening under her touch, and the reaction made her smile even softer.
She hummed again, voice low and rich with affection.
"My, you missed me more than I thought..."
Still holding him, her other hand reached to the side, fingers dipping into the open flap of her purse. She rummaged for only a moment before pulling something small and familiar out, a tube of lipstick, deep plum in color, the same shade she'd worn a handful of times before.
He saw it instantly.
His eyes widened just slightly, the shift visible for only a heartbeat, and then came that smile. The kind of smile that made him look almost boyish, unguarded, helplessly happy.
"Really?" He asked, almost incredulous, his voice soft with disbelief and the edge of arousal. "That one?"
Unzen tilted her head, her smile sly but full of love.
"Might as well" She replied with a lilting hum. "I have a bet with myself. I think it'll run out by the end of the year... and I want you to be the reason why."
She uncapped it without fanfare, twisting the base until the dark stick of color emerged. Her hand on his shaft began to move, slow and lazy, each stroke a loving tease as she brought the lipstick to her lips and carefully applied it. She leaned in toward the nearby mirror on the wall behind him for just a second to check her line, then smiled once more, the deep purple now rich and striking against her already flushed skin.
She looked up at him again, thumb brushing the head of his cock gently as her strokes continued in steady, languid motions.
"You'll let me leave plenty of marks tonight, won't you, husband?"
Her lips parted slightly, eyes never leaving his.
"After all... this shade looks best when it's smeared on you."
He could only nod in response, his smile still carrying that unmistakable boyish gleam, his eyes wide with anticipation and a touch of disbelief at his own luck. The expression struck her harder than she expected. Her heart fluttered in a heavy, thudding beat behind her ribs, a pulse she swore he could see.
Unzen's breath hitched, a laugh catching on the back of her throat as her hand picked up in pace, fingers sliding more deliberately up the slickening length in her grasp.
"I really can't handle when you look at me like that..." She whispered, voice wavering on the edge of breathlessness and warmth. "It's unfair, you know, how badly you want me, and how much one little swipe of lipstick does to you."
Her lips parted with a giggle that vibrated into her chest, but she didn't pause. Her hand stroked him a little faster now, her grip firm but reverent, her thumb gliding with each upward pass.
And then she leaned down.
Slowly. Like she was savoring every inch of the descent. Her lipstick now fresh and vivid, her mouth puckered perfectly. She paused just as her lips hovered above the tip of his cock, her breath warm against him, teasing and tender.
Then she kissed it.
A single, slow press, not sloppy, not rushed. Just enough pressure to leave the deep plum imprint of her lips across the sensitive head. She drew back with a pleased hum, admiring the neat little mark she left like a craftsman proud of her signature. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, smiling with warm amusement.
"I'm getting too good at that" She said, her voice dreamy. "I might start collecting photos of them if I'm not careful."
Her words carried a flush of heat behind them, and the softest twitch in his shaft answered her perfectly. That twitch made her lips curl again, but her next words slipped out without thought, a low, unfiltered confession that even surprised herself.
"Mmm... We shouldn't have bathed before this" She murmured, her voice dipping almost lazily. "You taste too clean."
She blinked. Then giggled to herself, amused at how dirty that sounded without her trying.
His cock twitched again in her palm.
Unzen smiled, shaking her head slowly, her tone mock-chiding and full of affection.
"I'm being mean" She cooed to herself, reaching to adjust him with gentle fingers. "Letting you hear all this before I even get started..."
She shifted her body next, fluid and experienced, pulling him gently by the hips until his backside rested atop her thighs, his cock now perfectly nestled between the soft weight of her breasts. She pressed them together with practiced ease, creating a tight seal of warmth and plush softness, the slick of her earlier strokes helping his tip just barely peek out through the top of the valley she made for him.
Her smile softened, breath warm against his belly.
"There we go..."
And then she moved.
Slow at first, a gentle push upward from beneath, then a press downward from above, her breasts gliding around him like silk wrapped in heat. The pressure was perfect, tight but not overwhelming, the steady rhythm coaxed into place by the subtle push and pull of her arms.
Her head rested lightly against his stomach as she started to find a tempo, letting the motions ease into something steady, hypnotic, utterly indulgent. The lipstick still glistened faintly against his tip, and she watched it peek in and out of her cleavage, her chest hugging him from all sides.
"You always fit here so perfectly..." She whispered, the praise humming gently against his skin. "Like you were made for this."
With the rhythm steady now, her breasts moving in a smooth, gliding pace around him, Unzen leaned in again, not toward his shaft this time, but a little higher.
Her lips found the line of his abdomen, just below his navel, where the tension gathered and pulsed with every heartbeat. She kissed him there, deliberately, pressing her mouth against the skin until another neat, plum-colored mark bloomed into view. Then another, just beside it. Then one lower.
Each kiss was a signature, a silent claim.
She hummed softly with satisfaction, her tongue darting out to taste the salt and heat from his skin, her hands never stopping their gentle squeeze and rhythm. Her cleavage worked steadily around his cock, her strokes growing a little faster, a little tighter, her pace meant to coax rather than tease.
But then her mouth descended once more, lower this time, seeking.
Her lips found the tip again, this time not for a kiss but for a full, hungry seal.
She took him in, slow and deliberate, lips wrapping around the head in a warm, wet embrace. Her tongue came alive instantly, swirling with practiced precision, licking at every sensitive edge as she slid down just a bit more, then again. Her moan vibrated through him as she worked, a pleased, sultry sound muffled by his cock now seated perfectly against her tongue.
There was no hesitation. No restraint. Her only goal now was to please.
In her mind, there was no such thing as "edging", not tonight. Not when she had him to herself. She wanted to feel him twitch, pulse, and release without holding back.
Her moans came louder the deeper she worked, her tongue lavishing the underside of his cock while her hands squeezed her breasts tighter around the base. Her strokes between her tits quickened, keeping perfect rhythm with the way she bobbed her head, lips slick and glossy, now faintly smeared with the first hints of smudged purple.
She pulled back with a wet pop just long enough to speak, her eyes upturned with that adoring, heated look of hers.
"I want you to cum" She breathed, her voice hot, needy, deeply loving. "I don't want you to wait. Just let it happen. Let me have it, husband..."
And then she dove back in, this time faster, her tongue dancing around his tip as she suckled with open affection, working him with the kind of skill that could only come from time, love, and complete commitment to his pleasure.
Her hands pressed her breasts harder against him, squeezing and stroking in perfect sync with her mouth.
His hips began to shift, instinct slowly overriding restraint.
She noticed immediately, she always did.
Her lips pulled back for only a breath, smiling up at him even as her hands kept moving.
"You don't have to move" She whispered sweetly. "But if you want to... I won't stop you."
Her voice was playful, but her gaze said more, affection so deep it bordered on worship.
Then she kissed his tip again, the same one now shiny and twitching, the purple lipstick now staining him in soft smears. She giggled softly, as if proud of how he looked.
"You're mine tonight... and I want to see it all."
And with that, she sealed her lips around him once more, her mouth full, her tongue insistent, her chest moving faster with every pass, devoted to driving him over that edge she craved more than anything.
By now, his hips had stopped moving altogether, or rather, they couldn't. Whatever strength he'd started with had melted under her touch, her lips, the soft, relentless worship of her body. He was putty in her hands, every breath hitching, every muscle twitching under the slow, steady rhythm she maintained with practiced grace.
Unzen realized it immediately, and her pride swelled in her chest, warm and heady. She loved that he had surrendered. That her touch, her lips, her warmth alone could bring him to that point. It wasn't just satisfaction, it was something deeper, the kind of joy that came from knowing she was exactly what he needed.
Her tongue stayed busy, eager and thorough, lapping up every bead of precum she coaxed out of him. The taste hit her tongue just right, salty, rich, a little messy in the way she adored. It made her brain hum, made her hips subtly shift in need of her own, but she didn't chase her pleasure.
Not yet.
Her focus stayed entirely on him.
His cock twitched more now, every pulse stronger than the last, and she could feel it, that final tightness in his body, the tremble in his thighs, the way his hands gripped the edge of the futon beneath them as if grounding himself.
Her hums rose in pitch, wordless encouragement. Her moans followed, barely muffled by his cock still buried against her tongue. She wanted him to lose control, to give in, to let her have everything.
Still, when she sensed him holding back, just a little, she pulled back for a brief second, lips glistening and slick, her breath warm and fast against his tip.
"Don't hold back" She whispered, her voice drenched in want, lips brushing his skin as she spoke. "Just cum for me, love..."
Then her mouth descended again, no pause this time.
She sealed her lips around him and took him in with steady, sure hunger, her tongue returning to its devoted dance around the head just as her breasts squeezed tighter around the shaft. She moaned again, louder this time, the vibration traveling straight through him.
That last whisper, that last ounce of permission, broke him.
It was only a matter of seconds now.
He let out a low, drawn-out groan, his fingers clutching helplessly at the bedding, and then his body tensed in a final wave of surrender.
He came.
Unzen held him right there, her lips snug around the crown, her tongue staying in constant motion as rope after rope of his thick, held-back release spilled into her mouth. She took it all, every drop. She didn't flinch, didn't pull back, only moaned lowly through her nose as she swallowed him down, her throat working in smooth, loving pulses.
The taste was heavy and hot, and it filled her completely.
And she loved it.
Even as his climax slowed, she stayed with him, gently sucking the tip, coaxing out every last bit, her hands loosening their hold to give him a moment's peace while her lips lovingly cleaned him.
Only when she was sure he was completely spent did she slowly pull back, lips softly parting from him with a slick pop, her mouth slightly open as she breathed in deep and slow.
Her lipstick had smeared across her lower lip and just beneath her nose. Her expression was flushed, satisfied, her eyes full of warmth and adoration.
She let out a soft breath, almost dreamy.
"There... that's what you needed, wasn't it?"
Before he could even muster a reply, before his breath could fully return to him, Unzen leaned back just enough to open her mouth, lips still faintly stained, tongue flat, proudly showing him that every last drop had been swallowed. No hesitation. No pretense. Just open devotion and delight.
She giggled softly, a fluttery, mischievous sound, like she hadn't just acted like the most loving, irresistible succubus that ever existed. Her expression shimmered with pride and warmth as she tilted her head sweetly and rested her cheek near his belly.
"Did I do good, honey?" She asked, her voice sugary and teasing, as if she didn't already know the answer. "Did you like it? Was there anything I should've done more of...?"
She pouted playfully for a second, but whatever answer he could've given was cut short when his cock twitched against her chest again, a stiffening pulse that made her breath catch with amusement.
Then came one final release, the last, warm rope of cum that spilled over the top of her breasts, dripping slowly down her skin. It glistened there, stark and heavy against the pale softness of her chest, just as his abdomen tensed again with that last residual wave of pleasure.
A soft, breathy "Oh~" Slipped from her lips, her tone surprised but charmed, as if the spill had genuinely caught her off guard.
Her fingers reached down with familiar grace, scooping the trail up with care before she brought it to her mouth. She licked it clean without looking away from him, savoring the taste with a pleased hum.
Her hands stayed where they were, still gently pressing her breasts around him, his length now resting in that plush valley with a pulsing weight. She didn't let go. Didn't break contact. Just continued to hold him lovingly, her skin warm and soft against his spent body.
Her lips returned to his abdomen next, kissing lazily around it with no particular direction, no goal except to leave him covered. Kiss after kiss marked his skin, the smudged purple lipstick leaving faint prints scattered all across him, messy, affectionate, hers.
It wasn't until she felt the first twitch of his legs beneath her thighs that she slowed, her smile growing wider when she noticed the subtle movement.
"There you are..." She whispered, lifting her head just enough to see his face, her eyes sparkling with amusement and boundless love. "I was starting to wonder if I broke you again."
She leaned up and pressed one more kiss, this time just below his navel, with lips just freshly stained from her cleanup, a quiet, wifely seal of approval.
Then she rested her cheek against him, letting her arms slip loosely around his waist as his length stayed nestled between her chest, her entire posture one of contentment and indulgent closeness.
"I'm not moving until you tell me I did perfect" She murmured sweetly, nuzzling his side, voice dreamy. "So take your time... husband."
He did take his time.
The minutes passed in comfortable quiet, filled only by the softness of their breath and the faint shuffle of the futon beneath them. When he finally stirred, it was with a slow breath and a hand reaching to brush gently along her side, a touch so familiar, so filled with warmth, it nearly made her heart melt all over again.
"You're more than perfect" He finally said.
Unzen's lips parted into a slow, pleased smile, a sound of deep satisfaction humming through her throat, soft, feminine, affectionate.
She released his length at last, letting his cock slide free from her chest with a slick parting of skin and a contented sigh. She eased back into a kneel, her hands resting one atop the other in her lap, posture demure despite the way her body glistened with lingering desire.
She waited, patiently, lovingly, her gaze following him as he finally moved, shifting to sit upright, legs folded first before he leaned closer.
Before he could reach her, though, she was already lowering herself down.
Her body sank into the covers, the bedding soft and still faintly warm from earlier. She laid back with ease, legs crossing at the ankles, robe completely gone, skin glowing in the low light. Her eyes shimmered as she looked up at him, her arms reaching back to rest over her head for just a second, presenting herself fully before slowly lowering them to the sheets.
Then she spoke, voice teasing and low.
"Is it my turn now... to lose all mobility?" She asked, lips curving with playful affection.
He chuckled, crawling forward between her legs, hands finding the tops of her thighs.
"This might be the night I lose to you completely" He murmured.
Unzen's gaze smoldered, lips parting as she slowly licked them, eyes never leaving his.
"No" She whispered, voice honest, breathy. "That won't happen. You know that."
She bent her knees as he moved closer, her legs already parting around his waist, knees drawing in and feet curling against the back of his thighs. Her arms reached up again, this time not to rest, but to pull him in. Around his neck they went, soft and warm and welcoming.
"My body's grown too weak to yours..." She breathed, her words honest to the bone. "My tight little hole... it knows your cock too well now. I'll submit in seconds. I always do."
She moaned softly just thinking about it, the anticipation already curling in her lower belly, her hips shifting gently beneath him.
"It's how it goes. It's how I like it."
Her eyes fluttered as she tilted her head closer, lips brushing his cheek.
"It's what I touch myself to whenever you're gone... but it's not the same anymore."
Her voice dropped to a whisper, breath hot at his ear.
"My fingers don't make me cum the way you do. So I've got a lot of orgasms waiting... days' worth. Waiting for you."
That was all it took.
He lined himself up with her entrance, his cock thick and hard again, slick with the sheen of her earlier worship. Her body responded instantly. her thighs tightening around him, her hips subtly tilting upward to guide him, her lips parted as she breathed in deep.
Her arms curled tighter around his neck as the tip pressed forward, parting her inch by inch.
"Come take me, husband" She whispered. "Take every inch of me..."
And her body welcomed him fully.
The moment he entered her, it was as if her entire body sighed.
Unzen gasped, her breath catching sweetly in her throat, her back arching just enough to push her hips up, eager to keep him as deep as possible. Her body welcomed him with practiced ease, tight and hot, the walls of her sex clinging to every inch of him as he sank in slowly. He bottomed out with a quiet groan of his own, and her legs coiled tighter, pulling him in flush.
And then came the part she always waited for.
The soft kiss of his tip pressing against the entrance of her womb, that perfect, tender pressure that made her melt from the inside out. She moaned right in his ear, no hint of restraint, just open adoration spilling from her voice.
"I'd have your babies if I could..." She whispered, her breath trembling. "Not just one... as many as you wanted..."
She pulled him into a kiss right after, deep and slow, her lips finding his in a heated tangle. It was messy, tender, a little wet from the shared warmth of their bodies. Her lipstick left another smear of purple across his lips, an unintentional claim, but one she wouldn't take back for anything.
He smiled through it, a little breathless already.
"I might need Akashi to invent something for that" He muttered, only half-joking.
Unzen twitched, her body tightening around him with a full-body shudder, the idea alone far too much.
"I almost came just from that" She admitted with a shiver, hiding her flustered smile in the crook of his neck. "Don't say things like that if you want to keep teasing me gently..."
But his restraint was already gone.
He started to move again, hips rolling into hers with more purpose, more speed. Each thrust pushed her further into the covers, his length sinking deep and pulling back just enough to make her cry out softly before plunging back in.
Her lips were everywhere now, brushing against his jaw, his throat, his neck. She kissed and moaned and murmured between the marks she left behind, tiny stamps of her affection with every press of her lips. The smudged lipstick trailed faintly from his collarbone to just beneath his ear, but she didn't stop. She loved how he tasted, how he groaned when she found a spot just right.
His hands, meanwhile, were planted firmly to either side of her head, supporting his weight as he drove into her with deep, even strokes. The pace wasn't wild yet, but it was steady, insistent, enough to draw soft gasps from Unzen with every motion.
Her arms clung to him like she never wanted to let go.
Her thighs trembled as she tilted her hips to take him just a little deeper, matching his rhythm, moaning into his neck with each thrust.
"Every time you move like that... I feel more yours..." She breathed, her voice raw and loving.
And she did. Completely.
Wrapped beneath him, clinging, panting, worshipping every inch of him she could reach, Unzen didn't just feel connected, she felt whole.
Unzen gasped, a sharp, helpless sound muffled into his shoulder, as a light orgasm overtook her.
It started small, just a flutter of heat low in her belly, a tightening ripple that coiled around his thrusts... but then it bloomed.
Her entire body seized with it, thighs clamping tight, arms drawing him closer, her breath shuddering out of her like the wind had been knocked from her lungs. A moan escaped, high and soft at first, then deepened, thick with pleasure and overwhelmed affection.
"Ah—haaah... I-I'm... ngh—!" She whimpered, voice breaking, eyes fluttering shut as her hips rocked helplessly against his.
Then came the words, slurred at first, soaked in the heat of her climax, but unmistakable:
"You can go harder..."
Her breath caught again as he filled her deep, his cock pressing flush inside her, her walls clinging like they never wanted to let go.
"Fuck me harder, love... I can take it..."
She bit down on his shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to feel. A mark. A claim. A plea wrapped in teeth and breathless moans.
"I'm yours" She gasped into his skin, her voice thick with need and truth. "You know that... You know I love it, when you don't hold back... when you use me, fuck me deep, fill me, make sure nothing's wasted..."
Her nails dug in then, scratching faint red lines down his back, her thighs trembling around him, still riding the waves of her orgasm but chasing more, begging for more.
"Inside me... all of it..." She whispered. "Don't hold back, fill your wife. That's what I'm for..."
Her voice cracked with the last word, choked with want and worship.
Something inside him snapped.
The control he'd held, the restraint in his thrusts, it vanished like breath on glass.
He grunted low in his throat, a sound more instinct than intent, and suddenly his hips were moving faster, slamming into hers with fierce rhythm, the sound of their bodies clapping together now louder than the rain outside. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her wide, anchoring her in place as he drove into her with everything he had.
She cried out instantly, her voice high and raw, her orgasm stretching, drawn out by the pounding rhythm.
"F-fuck—yes, yes! Just like that!" She moaned, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the intensity. "Don't stop—don't you dare stop—ahhh, haah—!"
Her body rocked beneath him, hips lifted, back arched, taking every thrust deep, so deep she could feel it kissing her womb over and over, each slap of his hips like a heartbeat syncing with hers.
She clung to him like lifeline and anchor, her words now a stream of breathy, broken praise:
"So deep—so good—I love you—I love when you do this to me—make me cum, make me scream, please—"
He growled softly against her neck, barely coherent, the sound of her voice and the tightness of her pussy driving him into a frenzy.
"You're mine" He breathed, low and rough, every thrust punctuated by the slap of skin and her needy whimpers. "You're always mine."
Unzen nodded desperately, her nails raking down his back again, her voice cracking as she moaned into his ear.
"Yes—yours—yours to use, yours to fill, yours forever—ahhh!"
She convulsed around him again, her orgasm dragging long and raw under his ruthless pace, her breath stolen as her legs shook and her voice cracked on another moan.
And still, he didn't stop.
Because she told him not to.
Because she was his and she needed to feel it in every inch of her body.
Though when the idea came he relented, even if for just for a second.
Unzen gasped at the sudden stillness, her body still twitching from the last thrust, her chest heaving, lips parted in a soft whimper. The silence pressed between them like a held breath, the slick heat of their bodies still tangled, his cock still buried deep inside her.
Then he moved, slow, precise.
He reached for her wrists.
Her eyes widened as his fingers closed around them, firm and deliberate, pulling her arms above her head and pinning them to the futon in one swift, dominant motion. His hands wrapped around both of hers with ease, holding her there, stretched beneath him, her body arched, exposed, helpless in the way she adored.
A moan broke free from her throat, raw, breathy, involuntary.
Not from pressure. Not from the grip.
But from knowing.
Knowing what came next. Knowing what that grip meant.
Her back arched instinctively, her legs wrapping tight around his waist, her voice shaking with desperate need.
"I told you..." She gasped, her lips brushing against his jaw, her hips already rolling again in anticipation. "Told you I can't deny you... not when you do this..."
Her eyes locked onto his, wild, glassy with lust, love, and surrender. No hesitation. No fear. Just need.
Need for him.
"Take me, don't stop until we both cum" She whispered, voice trembling. "I'm yours. Fuck me like I said you could. Like I want you to."
That was all he needed.
His grip on her wrists tightened slightly, not rough, but grounding and his hips slammed forward.
She cried out instantly, the sound sharp and sweet, her body jerking against the futon as he started to move again with a rhythm that was anything but gentle.
Each thrust came hard and fast, his cock plunging into her slick, welcoming heat with a wet slap that echoed off the walls. Her moans followed every impact, high and uncontrolled, her legs locking tighter around him to keep him in, to keep him deep.
He didn't slow. Not this time.
There was nothing held back.
His hands stayed locked around her wrists, pinning her in place as his body worked into hers with hungry precision, fucking her like she was the only thing keeping him sane. And maybe she was.
Unzen's head tilted back, her eyes fluttering, mouth open in a soundless gasp as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her. She couldn't fight it. Didn't want to. Her entire body was on fire, nerves lit up, soaked and trembling.
"Ohhh—f-fuck—yes, harder, don't stop—don't stop!" She sobbed, her voice catching as she rode the edge again, her body chasing it, clinging to it, her orgasm not far behind.
His breath hitched, deep and uneven, his own pace ragged now, driven not by control but instinct, driven by the heat in her voice, the way her pussy clenched around him with each thrust, milking him.
"I'm close" He growled, his voice thick with urgency, need, desperation.
Her answer came in a moan that broke into a cry, her back arching hard as another climax surged through her, thighs clenching, arms trembling beneath his grip.
"C-Cum inside—please—all of it—inside—!" She cried, half-moan, half-command. "I need to feel you cum—need to feel it flood me—"
Their rhythm broke into something more frantic now, his hips snapping forward as his cock swelled inside her, both of them pushed to the brink, beyond it, by the pure, burning need to finish together.
And they would.
Because neither of them could stop now.
Not until it all spilled out. Not until the pleasure crashed over both of them and left nothing untouched.
His breath hitched hard.
Then again.
And then he growled, a low, feral sound choked from the back of his throat as his body tensed to breaking. His grip on her wrists tightened just as his hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock throbbed violently inside her.
Unzen cried out, her whole body arching into his with a sharp, shuddering gasp.
"Ahh—! F-fuck, yes!"
She felt the first hot pulse of his release deep inside her, a sudden flood of heat that filled her in thick, pulsing waves. Her walls clenched around him instinctively, milking every drop, her body already lost to the high that had been climbing for too long.
And then she came again.
Her climax tore through her with a force that stole her breath, sharp, wild, uncontrollable. Her thighs locked hard around his waist, her voice breaking into a cry that vibrated in the space between their bodies.
"Yes—cum in me—fill me—don't stop—!"
His release continued, thick and endless, his cock twitching deep within her as rope after rope spilled into her pulsing, soaking heat. The sheer pressure of it, the way her cunt clung to him, the way she moaned for it, it broke him completely.
He collapsed over her, still holding her wrists above her head, his mouth near her neck, groaning with each final throb as the last of his climax emptied into her.
Unzen's body trembled beneath him, her walls fluttering, her orgasm still rolling through her in aftershocks that kept her breath short and ragged.
Her voice was barely more than a whisper now, shaky, blissful, utterly full.
"That's it... that's what I needed... you gave me all of it..."
His hips twitched, still buried inside her, too sensitive to move, too in love to pull away.
Their bodies were joined in sweat and heat and satisfaction, still locked together, both panting, both shaking. The air smelled of sex and skin, the low light catching on the sheen of sweat along her collarbones, his shoulders, her breasts slick with the remnants of their pleasure.
He slowly loosened his grip on her wrists.
She didn't move her arms. Didn't want to. She liked the feeling of being held, of being kept in place.
Her hands stayed right where he left them, even as his fingers gently slid free.
And then came his lips, pressing against her forehead with such tender slowness it nearly made her cry.
He didn't speak. Not at first.
Just breathed against her skin, his chest heavy, his heart pounding against hers, his body still deep inside her as their pulses gradually slowed together.
Unzen finally let out a long, blissful exhale and turned her head slightly, brushing her nose against his.
"...You're still hard" She whispered with a dazed smile, her voice warm, teasing, full of love. "Even after all that..."
He chuckled against her cheek, a sound laced with exhaustion and pride.
"You made me that way" He murmured. "Still inside you. Still holding onto me like you're not ready to let go."
She shifted her hips just slightly, enough to feel the fullness again, the slick mix of their shared pleasure still leaking around his cock, trapped inside her.
"I'm not ready" She whispered honestly. "Not ever."
She turned her head and kissed him, soft, slow, her lips still smudged with what was left of the lipstick, now faded and mixed with sweat. Her tongue brushed his gently, not to tease, not to provoke, but to savor.
She sighed into the kiss, then slowly released her legs from around his waist, her thighs twitching from the effort.
He eased out of her with a low breath, and she whimpered softly at the empty slide, at the warm mess he left inside her.
Her body trembled once more, and without a word, he slid down beside her, gathering her against his chest with both arms, cradling her with everything he had left.
She folded into him instantly.
Her leg draped over his thigh, her head tucked under his chin, her arm slipping around his middle like it belonged there.
And it did.
There were no words for the first few seconds. Just the shared heartbeat, the rise and fall of chests, the warmth of skin on skin.
He pressed another kiss to the top of her head.
Unzen closed her eyes, her voice faint and bliss-drunk against his chest.
"I really, really like being your wife..."
Chapter 29: Gouden's Birthday Gift
Summary:
Gouden. . .lovely woman.
Chapter Text
He sat at the edge of the bed, hands clasped tight, head bowed, chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. His underwear strained over him, the ache there pulsing with each beat of his heart. He could feel the tension coiled in his thighs, his stomach, his throat, like his whole body was leaning forward, waiting.
From the other room, a soft rustle.
The faint slide of fabric over skin.
A quiet, almost hesitant tap of bare feet on the floor.
His fingers twitched. His jaw clenched.
Then, the door moved. A subtle click, the whisper of hinges. His head jerked up, breath caught sharp in his lungs.
And there she was.
Gouden stepped into the room slowly, as if floating. Her long, pale-blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders, strands catching the dim light like river silk. Each step was unhurried, barefoot, her toes brushing softly over the floor, legs moving with an effortless grace that sent a raw, electric thrill up his spine.
The cow-print bikini clung to her like it was grown there, soft white with dark spots, a playful contrast against the pale cream of her skin. The top barely covered her, triangle cups stretched taut over the weight of her breasts, the inner slopes full and round, the slightest jiggle with every step. Her nipples pushed faint outlines into the thin fabric, subtle but unmistakable.
Her waist drew in delicately, a soft curve that flared outward into hips made for hands, hips that swayed with an unconscious, natural rhythm. The bikini bottom was little more than a strip of cloth, tied at the sides, disappearing into the plush join of her thighs, thighs thick, smooth, thighs that kissed when she moved.
The gloves caught him off guard.
Long, cow-print gloves, clinging to her arms from fingertips to mid-bicep, soft and absurdly sensual. They moved with her, brushing lightly against her hips, fingertips trailing up the line of her waist, then down again in an absent, lazy motion, as if she didn’t even notice how obscene it looked.
Her skin shone faintly, a dusting of light sweat, or maybe just the glow she always carried. Her lips were parted just slightly, her breath as quiet as her steps, and her eyes, half-lidded, glowing softly, flicked up, briefly, catching him watching.
She smiled.
Not a smirk, not a tease. Just a small, warm, devastating smile, as if this moment, standing before him like this, dressed in nothing but soft-spotted scraps and the promise of her touch, was as natural as sunlight on her skin.
And she kept walking, unhurried, graceful, the gentle swing of her body enough to drive him mad, until she was close enough that the heat of her reached him, close enough that he could smell the faint floral sweetness of her skin.
Close enough that the only thing between them was the trembling, hungry air.
She still hadn’t said a word.
And somehow, that made it all the more unbearable.
She stopped in front of him, close enough that the warmth of her skin seemed to fill the space between them. Close enough that the faint scent of her, soft, floral, warm like summer air, settled into his lungs, making his head feel light. His eyes dragged up slowly, helplessly, drinking in every curve.
Her thighs, soft and plush, the tiny knots of fabric tied at her hips, the bare stretch of skin above the impossibly small bikini bottom. His gaze traced higher, past the delicate dip of her waist, past the faint tremble of her stomach as she breathed, until it landed, and stuck, on the heavy swell of her breasts, spilling just slightly over the edge of the stretched bikini top.
The dark spots on the fabric teased his thoughts, each one an invitation to stare, to touch, to claim. And the gloves, long, smooth, playful, moved as her hand lifted, brushing absently over her hip before resting lightly against her chest. She tilted her head, a soft curl at the edge of her mouth, and the glow in her eyes sharpened with mischief.
"So," She said at last, her voice gentle, lilting like a smile. "This is what you wanted of me on your birthday?"
Her words were soft, but her pout was even softer. Not real, not biting, just the smallest, most delicate press of her lips, like a child pretending to sulk. She folded one arm under her chest, pushing it up slightly, the other hand tapping at her chin as if in thought.
"Is this how you see me, Commander?"
His mouth opened, a breath caught halfway to words, panic flickering behind his eyes as he tried to stumble out a denial. "No, I mean — it’s not — it’s just, the cow print was, ah, it’s cute on you, not because of, you know, the. . ."
She giggled, a quiet, airy laugh, one hand rising to cover her mouth, her fingers curling softly over her lips. The sound of it poured over him like warm water, easing the tight knot of embarrassment in his chest, making his heart race even faster at the same time.
Before he could gather his thoughts again, she leaned in just slightly, her gloved fingers brushing under his chin, lifting it with feather-light pressure. His breath hitched. His eyes flicked up, only to fall back down almost immediately, helplessly, to the soft, perfect curve of her chest, the way it hovered so close now, the skin faintly flushed, the little shadows dancing along the swell of each breast.
She knew. She absolutely knew.
"Ah, my poor Commander" She murmured, voice soft as velvet, her smile melting into something tender. "I was only jesting."
Her thumb stroked lightly under his chin, her gaze warm, affectionate, so open it made his throat tighten. "I'm flattered, you know. That you would want me as your gift. . . and not something material."
His answer came faster than his mind could stop it, a raw truth slipping out without polish or pause. "I always want you."
Her laugh came again, smaller this time, like a secret, her eyes shining as she dipped in closer, brushing a delicate kiss to the tip of his nose. He felt the whisper of her breath, the softness of her lips, the electric, dizzying sensation of being kissed and adored and teased all at once.
She drew back only slightly, her smile playful, her voice a warm purr against his skin. "Mm, my sweet Commander. May I?"
Her hand gestured lightly at his lap, the gloved fingers brushing just barely at his thigh. "Would it be all right if your little cow took a seat?"
His mouth moved, searching for some last-minute protest, some faint denial of the word that had just tumbled from her mouth. But then she smiled at him, that gentle, radiant smile, and the warmth in her gaze told him everything. That it was fine. That she was happy. That tonight, they could play a little.
His breath left him in a shaky laugh, and his hands loosened at his sides. She waited, patient, affectionate, the heat of her body so close now, the soft curve of her mouth tilted just slightly, as if she already knew the answer.
And she did.
She moved with a grace that made his chest tighten, each step forward deliberate, each sway of her hips unhurried and sure. When she reached the edge of the bed, she let one knee press into the mattress, the soft dip of weight making his heart skip. Then, slowly, with a quiet, almost thoughtful hum, she swung her other leg over and sank down onto his lap.
The moment her body settled against his, he felt it, the soft, teasing grind of her core pressing against the straining tent in his underwear, a gentle rock of her hips that made his breath catch in his throat. There was no shame in her movement, no hesitation. She rolled her hips once, twice, slow, deliberate motions, her thighs parting slightly to cradle him as if she belonged there, as if she had always been meant to sit just like this.
Her weight wrapped around him perfectly, lush and warm, a comforting, unbearable softness pressing into his skin. She leaned in fully, breasts pillowing against his bare chest, her arms coming to rest lightly on his shoulders, her gloved fingers toying idly with the short hair at the nape of his neck.
"Your hands. . ." She whispered, breath brushing his ear, a soft plea laced with affection.
His fingers moved before his mind did, slipping around her waist, spreading wide over her back, tracing the inward curve where her spine met the swell of her hips. His palms slid down, restless now, squeezing at the plush give of her ass, then drifting lower to grasp her thighs, his touch hungry, uncoordinated, as if he couldn’t decide what to claim first.
She felt the tension, the shaking in his fingers, and she giggled, a soft, delighted sound that vibrated against his throat as she leaned in close, her mouth hovering just a breath away from his. Her lips barely grazed his skin, teasing, tempting, her eyes heavy-lidded with warmth and something just a little wicked.
"Is this. . ." She murmured, her voice a feather’s weight between them, "what you wanted?" Her lips curved into a faint smile, close enough to brush his, her breath mingling with his uneven, shaking exhale. "What you dreamed of?"
His head moved in a faint, shaky nod. His heart was pounding so hard she could feel it under her palms, each jump of the pulse like a thrill racing into her own chest. A quiet swell of pride unfurled inside her, sweet and thick, curling through her like the roots of her own vines, the pure, aching joy of knowing she had this effect on him, that she could make him tremble just by being here, by loving him.
And so, she leaned in proper.
Her lips brushed his, a soft, tentative touch and the instant they connected, he broke.
His mouth moved against hers with a hunger he barely knew how to contain, his lips parting hers, claiming her, pulling her into the kind of kiss that stole the air from both their lungs. His hands tightened at her waist, dragging her closer, pressing her down harder into his lap as his mouth worked over hers, needy, urgent, unrelenting.
She melted against him, her own lips softening, parting without resistance, a quiet, breathy moan slipping into his mouth as his tongue swept past the last barrier, tangling with hers in a wet, heady dance. He kissed her like he wanted to devour her, like he could pull her inside himself if only he kissed deeply enough, held tightly enough.
His tongue moved eagerly, sliding against hers, tasting, coaxing, sometimes just pressing deep and holding, savoring the heat, the slick, the soft give of her mouth under his. His teeth scraped faintly at her lower lip, not hard, just enough to make her whimper softly, her thighs tightening around him in answer.
She gave everything freely, tilting her head, opening wider, chasing his mouth with a quiet, eager need of her own. Her hands slid up into his hair, fingers threading through, holding him there, not to control, but to keep herself anchored as his kiss threatened to undo her completely. She could feel the heat rising between them, the ache blooming low in her belly, the way her skin seemed to buzz under his touch, under the desperate pull of his lips.
When he finally pulled back, it was only for a second, to draw a ragged breath, to press his forehead to hers, his eyes dark with love and want. Her own breath was shaky, her lips swollen, her face flushed, her gaze soft and shining as she smiled faintly, whispering just loud enough for him to hear:
"I can’t ever deny you…"
And as she leaned in to kiss him again, slower now, sweeter, she knew, she wouldn’t want to. Not now. Not ever.
Their kisses stretched on, long and deep, lips swollen, breaths shallow, hands clutching anywhere they could reach. His fingers dug into her waist, roamed up her back, cupped her face, tangled in her hair. Her own arms wound around his shoulders, fingers threading into his hair, holding him close like she couldn’t bear a single inch of space between them.
When they finally parted, it was not from lack of want, but from the burning ache in their lungs, both gasping softly, mouths barely apart, their foreheads resting together. His chest heaved, hers shuddered with a quiet, breathy giggle as she brushed her thumb over his flushed cheek.
Without a word, she lifted one hand and snapped her fingers.
From somewhere, the ceiling, the floor, the walls, it didn’t matter, two slender vines snaked into the room, carrying between them a pair of delicate glass vials, glimmering faintly with some pale, golden liquid. She took them with a soft hum, handing one to him.
He didn’t even hesitate. Neither did she.
The taste was sweet, a little tingly, sliding down his throat with a faint warmth that spread through his limbs almost instantly. Aphrodisiac, probably. He barely registered the thought, what mattered was her, the way her eyes darkened just slightly as she licked her lips, the way her gloved hand drifted down, brushing lightly, teasingly, over the straining bulge in his underwear.
She gave him a quick, questioning glance, her brows lifting the faintest bit. He gave the smallest nod. That was all they needed.
Both rose slowly, a shared understanding between them, his hands fumbling slightly as he peeled away the last piece of cloth between them, the waistband sliding down his thighs, his length springing free, flushed, aching, already leaking at the tip. She watched, oh, how she watched, her lips parting softly, her eyes heavy with hunger and wonder, drinking him in with a quiet, greedy reverence that made his skin heat from throat to hips.
“Lay down” She murmured softly, voice like a caress, like a smile pressed against his ear.
He obeyed without thought, sinking back onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. And the moment his head hit the pillows, she was there, sliding in beside him, curling gracefully to his side.
She shifted him gently, guiding his head to rest in her lap, the soft, bare skin of her thighs cradling him, her gloved fingers sliding through his hair with quiet affection.
And then, without pause, her other hand, still wrapped in the delicate, cow-print glove, reached down, closing around his cock.
Her grip was sure, her fingers snug, the soft fabric pressing a delicious friction as she wrapped around him fully, thumb sliding up to swirl at the tip, spreading the bead of arousal there with a lazy, knowing touch.
His mouth parted in a shaky breath, and that was when she bent slightly, lowering her chest until the full, heavy swell of her breasts brushed his face.
“Come here” She whispered, voice soft as the leaves in the wind.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
His mouth found her nipple, lips latching around the stiff, flushed bud, warmth flooding his tongue as he suckled softly at first, then with growing urgency. She gasped, her back arching faintly, her thighs tensing under his head, and her hand tightened instinctively around him, her fist beginning to stroke with a slow, teasing rhythm, squeezing just slightly at the base before gliding up, twisting faintly at the top.
Her breath hitched as his mouth worked her, tongue lapping, lips pulling, his hands rising to cup the heavy weight of her breasts, to press them tighter around his face, to bury himself fully in the sweet, dizzying softness of her. She whimpered softly, a helpless little sound, her fingers stroking him now with a clear, deliberate pace, the wet slide of her palm audible in the quiet, mingling with the soft sounds of his mouth at her chest.
It was already perfect.
His mouth working at her chest, her hand wrapped snug around him, the slow, intoxicating rhythm of their shared heat. But then, it changed.
A faint taste.
Something sweet, warm, unmistakably different touched his tongue. He froze, eyes snapping open, breath caught in his throat as he pulled back slightly, lips parted, gaze flicking up at her face in a whirlwind of questions he couldn’t even form aloud.
Gouden giggled softly, her cheeks flushed pink, eyes hazy with affection and something more playful, more wicked. She lifted one gloved finger to his cheek, brushing lightly, cooing down at him with the gentlest smile.
“Yes” She whispered, voice soft as petals. “That’s why we drank it.”
His brows furrowed, still confused, his chest rising in shallow, shaky breaths.
She leaned in, pressing her forehead lightly to his, her hair falling like a curtain around them, her words a delicate confession just for him.
“The vials… they were to help you realize your dream” She murmured, her fingers tracing his jaw. “You’ll be more sensitive, yes… but you’ll last through more, too. And me?”
She giggled again, a hand coming up to squeeze lightly at the curve of her own breast, her nipple visibly stiff, a faint glimmer of wetness clinging to it.
“I’ll make just enough milk… just for tonight.”
His breath hitched sharply, his heart jolting in his chest and before she could say another word, his mouth crashed back against her, latching onto her nipple with a sudden, desperate hunger that sent a shudder racing through her whole body.
“A-ah—!”
Her gasp broke free without warning, her back arching as his lips sealed tight, his tongue flicking, swirling, pulling greedily at the leaking bud. She hadn’t expected him to move that fast, or that hungry, and the sudden wave of pleasure that shot down her spine made her hips twitch, her thighs tightening faintly around his head.
Her hand on his cock jerked faster now, a reflex, her fingers gliding up and down his full length, squeezing just a touch tighter at the tip before sliding down again, the friction smooth and teasing, over and over. Her other hand slid into his hair, cradling his head, fingers combing through the strands as she held him to her, a low, breathless moan spilling from her lips.
“Oh, gods… yes, like that…”
Her voice trembled, soft and airy, her thighs shifting beneath him, her chest rising and falling in stuttered gasps as his mouth worked at her, tongue circling, sucking, drawing more little beads of sweetness from her.
His hand wasn’t idle, either, it slid up to her other breast, kneading, thumbing at the other stiff nipple, pinching lightly as he drank from the first. The combination made her whimper, a high, shaky sound that made her hand falter for a heartbeat before she recovered, now pumping his cock with a faster, wetter rhythm.
Then, she paused. Just for a second.
She drew her hand back, spit pooling briefly on her tongue before she let it drop into her palm, slick and lewd.
With a soft laugh, breathless and amused, she wrapped her fingers back around him, the glide now impossibly smooth, obscene little sounds filling the space between their moans, the slap of wet skin, the faint squelch of each stroke driving them both higher.
He didn’t stop suckling.
If anything, he doubled down, his mouth working hungrily, desperately, his body trembling under her as he fed, as he clung to her, as her soft sounds wrapped around him like a spell. Her hand flew over him now, working every inch, every vein, her thumb pressing into the sensitive ridge beneath the head with practiced, teasing perfection.
She could barely form words between her gasps, between the soft, broken moans that slipped free. But when she managed, it was nothing but pure, breathless adoration, whispered between kisses to his hair.
“Such a good boy… drinking so well… gods, you feel so good… so perfect in my hands…”
And still, they moved together, caught in the heat, the sound, the dizzying rush of each other. Neither of them wanting to stop. Neither of them able to.
He was shaking under her now.
His hips squirmed faintly, little jerks and rolls, his muscles tensing over the soft press of her thighs as he suckled at her breast with growing desperation. Every pull of his mouth, every flick of his tongue, was matched by the slow, unrelenting glide of her hand, pumping his length in a steady, merciless rhythm, slick with spit and need, her glove squelching lewdly with every stroke.
She could feel him trembling, hear the faintest whimper breaking against her skin as his breath hitched, his hands gripping tighter at her hips, his chest rising in sharp, uneven gasps.
“Oh, you’re close, aren’t you” She cooed softly, her voice melting into a soft giggle, brushing his hair back from his forehead with her free hand, fingers weaving through his damp strands as she watched him drink. “So good… you’re doing so well for me…”
He moaned against her, a muffled, shaky sound, his hips pushing up into her fist without meaning to, his thighs tightening, the muscles in his stomach flexing beneath the wave of pleasure building fast, too fast.
Still, she didn’t stop.
If anything, her pace grew more focused, not faster, no, but perfectly steady, her hand gliding from base to tip, twisting faintly at the top, thumb grazing just under the head, every movement deliberate, every squeeze measured to pull him higher, hold him there, milk him.
She pulled back just a little, just enough to watch his face, her chest rising and falling quickly, flushed and glowing with heat as she looked down at him, mouth wet and parted, eyes glazed over, gasping softly against her skin.
“Oh… look at you” She breathed, her voice breaking into little giggles, thick with adoration and heat. “Look at how beautiful you are like this… hips twitching… cock so hard in my hand…”
He moaned again, deeper this time, his back arching slightly, the head of his cock leaking helplessly over her fingers, thick drops smearing against her palm.
“You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you…” She whispered, her hand now moving with a slick, perfect rhythm, the sound of it mixing with his desperate little gasps, with the wet suckling at her chest. “You’re gonna paint my hand white, aren’t you, baby…”
He whimpered, a choked, ragged sound that made her grin, her thighs clenching faintly around his head.
“Come on… you’ve been so good for me… drinking so sweetly, holding on so tight…”
Her words poured over him, warm and steady, soft and relentless, as her hand stroked him faster, firmer, the tip of her thumb pressing into the sensitive slit at the top just to hear his breath break.
“I want to feel it, love… I want to feel you pulse in my hand… give it to me, all of it… let me feel how much you love me…”
And that was it.
He let out a heavy, shuddering moan against her chest, his mouth opening wide as his body tensed under her, hips jerking up hard, thighs trembling, fingers digging into her skin as the first hot, thick pulse shot from him, coating her hand in a sticky, wet spurt.
“Ahh, yes… that’s it, that’s it…” She whispered, breathless, her hand never stopping, milking him through it, the slick sound of her strokes turning downright obscene as she worked him through every rope, every twitch, every helpless buck of his hips.
His mind blanked, everything but the heat of her mouth, the squeeze of her fist, the sound of her voice dissolving into white noise as he came, hard, messy, raw, spilling over her gloved fingers, thick and hot, the sensation blinding in its intensity.
She laughed softly, cradling his head to her chest, brushing her lips against his hair as she coaxed the last few aftershocks from him, her hand slowing only when she felt his body finally sag, spent and boneless, against her lap.
“There you go, my love” She murmured, a smile curving her lips as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Perfect.”
He was still latched onto her, lips soft around her nipple, sucking in slow, uneven pulls now, his breath hitching against her skin with every shaky swallow. His head rested heavy in her lap, hair damp with sweat, mouth parted just enough to let the faintest gasps escape between the tender, instinctive sucks.
And below, her hand never stopped.
His cock throbbed helplessly in her grip, still hard, still leaking, the golden liquid from the vial doing its work too well, every touch sent lightning through his body, every stroke along his shaft made his hips jerk faintly, his thighs twitching, his back arch in tiny, broken waves.
Her glove was covered in him now, the creamy slickness smeared along his length, between her fingers, dripping down to the base. But she didn’t care. She only giggled softly, cradling his head close with her free hand, carding her fingers gently through his hair, pressing soft, wet kisses to the crown of his head.
“Oh, love…” She murmured, her voice warm and trembling with affection “You’re still so hard…”
Her hand stroked him up and down, slow at first, then picking up just a little more speed, just to hear the breath catch in his throat, just to feel the twitch of his cock in her palm. She bent slightly, whispering into his hair, her words honeyed, teasing, sinful.
“Do you want another round like this?” She purred, lips brushing his ear. “Do you want me to milk you again, while you’re… oh, gods, while you’re drinking from me like that?”
He moaned softly, a raw, broken sound muffled against her breast. His cock twitched hard in her hand, answer enough.
She let out a shaky little laugh, a moan curling under it, her hand tightening slightly as she began to stroke him faster, her grip slick and perfect, gliding over his sensitive, flushed length in long, smooth pulls.
“There’s no shame, love…” She breathed, her voice hot and low, pouring into him like a spell. “You can cum again just like this… it’s okay… you’re so perfect like this, so sensitive, so full for me…”
Her thumb circled his tip again, smearing the slickness over the pulsing head, pressing just under the ridge, watching his whole body jolt in her arms.
“You’re so good, so good… my love…”
Her pace quickened, her glove squelching faintly with every stroke, the wet, messy sounds filling the space around their ragged breathing, her soft, helpless moans blending with his muffled gasps.
His mouth stayed at her chest, lips parted, tongue lazy now, his brain fogged over, his mind melted to nothing but her, the taste of her skin, the warmth of her breast, the dizzying, overwhelming pleasure of her hand stroking him to the edge again.
She moaned softly, breathlessly, her thighs trembling under his head, her own body alight with the heady, pulsing rhythm of their shared heat.
“Come on, love…” She whispered, her voice breaking into tiny whimpers. “Let go for me… let me feel you cum again… fill my hand… you’re so perfect, so good, my love, just let go, let it happen, let me feel you. . .”
And her hand moved faster.
And faster.
And there was no stopping. No pause. No mercy. Just her soft, breathless whispers, her hand milking every ounce of pleasure from him, her breast pressed to his lips, her body cradling his as she coaxed him to the edge again, his name and praise spilling from her in a broken, beautiful song.
He couldn’t stop it.
His body stiffened in her lap, hips giving helpless little jerks as another wave rolled through him, weaker, yes, but no less thick, no less messy. He moaned against her breast, mouth slack, breath breaking into shallow gasps as his cock twitched hard in her fist, spilling another heavy, wet pulse of cum across her gloved hand.
Gouden let out a soft, shaky moan of pure happiness, her thighs pressing faintly around his head, her fingers never faltering as she milked him through it, feeling every pulse, every quiver of his spent, oversensitive length.
“There you go… oh, love, you’re so perfect… so good for me…” She whispered, voice rich with praise, lips pressing to his hair between each soft, breathless word. “Look at you… so much for me… I’m so proud of you…”
Only when the last twitch faded, when his body finally sagged back into her lap, chest heaving with exhaustion, did she slow, her strokes turning feather-light, her gloved fingers gliding in slow, deliberate passes over his now thoroughly painted cock.
She pulled her hand back with care, gloved fingers glistening, nearly white with the mess she’d coaxed from him. And then, with a faint giggle, she lifted her hand to her mouth, slow, teasing, making sure he watched as she parted her lips, slid her tongue out, and dragged it up the length of her soaked glove, gathering thick, heavy ropes of his release.
“Mmm…” She purred softly, eyes fluttering closed, her tongue curling to catch every drop, lips closing in a wet suckle as she pulled another mouthful from her fingers. “My sweet nectar… so good… so much… this is my reward, you know…”
Every wet suck, every soft moan as she licked herself clean made him twitch, his body flinching faintly with aftershocks, little tremors chasing down his spine. His cock jumped weakly, his breath hitched, his eyes glazed over as he watched, helpless, spellbound, brain reduced to mush by the sheer lewdness of it.
When she finally finished, she smiled softly, pulling off one glove with a delicate flick, tossing it toward one of her vines, it snatched it out of the air and slipped away without a sound. The second glove followed, all three vanishing like they’d never been.
She looked down at him then, her bare hands brushing his flushed cheek, eyes glowing with warmth and playful affection. She tilted her head, peeking over at the sticky mess still glistening around his cock, eyebrows lifting in a soft, mock-amazed expression.
“Oh my…” She murmured, biting back a grin. “What should we do with that mess?”
He shook his head weakly, dazed, his lips parting in a breathless murmur. “…your milk tastes… wonderful…”
Her giggle bubbled up instantly, sweet and airy, her fingers stroking his hair as she beamed down at him.
“I’m so glad, love…” She cooed, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead. “Shall I clean you up?”
She let the question hang only a heartbeat before her lips curled in a teasing smile.
“With my tongue, of course…” She added, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
He didn’t have the strength to speak, only a faint, trembling nod, his body quivering at just the thought.
With slow, careful movements, Gouden shifted, easing herself out from under him, moving gracefully to his front. She sank to her knees at the edge of the bed, hands smoothing over his thighs, her long hair spilling over her shoulders in soft, shimmering waves.
And as she knelt there, poised delicately between his legs, his hazy gaze finally dropped lower and his heart nearly stopped.
A small, delicate cow tail, white with black patches, was nestled snugly at the base of her perfect, round ass, the tip swaying softly as she moved.
His eyes went wide, breath catching in his throat, mind reeling in stunned disbelief. He hadn’t even noticed—
Was he dead? Had he died and gone somewhere beyond heaven?
But then. . .
Her tongue flicked out, warm and wet, lapping softly at his tip, gathering the first sticky bead left there and the jolt of pure, electric pleasure that shot up his spine reminded him, very, very clearly, that no, he wasn’t dead.
Not even close.
Gouden’s lips parted in a soft, loving sigh as she leaned in, her breath brushing over the flushed, sensitive tip of his cock. She placed one tender kiss right at the head, a delicate, reverent press of her lips, before her tongue slipped out, smooth and warm, lapping softly at the sticky mess still clinging to his skin.
He shivered. Hard. His whole body twitched as the first touch of her tongue sent a fresh jolt down his spine, his thighs flexing faintly under her hands.
“Oh, sweetheart…” She cooed softly, pulling back just a little, a strand of his release glistening between her lips before she slowly licked it away, eyes fluttering closed in quiet delight. “Let me take care of you… let me make you all clean again…”
Her hands moved with slow, graceful purpose, cradling his thighs, fingers brushing light, affectionate circles into his skin as she worked. She started at the tip, her tongue sweeping gently around the swollen head, gathering every drop, every little spill, sucking softly when she reached the slit, pulling the taste into her mouth with a faint, satisfied hum.
Her lips wrapped around the head for just a moment, pulling a wet, tender suck that made him gasp, his hips giving a faint, helpless jerk off the mattress. She giggled softly, nuzzling his thigh, her hands smoothing him back down as she whispered, “Shh… it’s okay, love… let me… I’ll be gentle…”
And she was. Gods, she was.
Her tongue traced down the length of his shaft in slow, careful licks, painting him with warmth, coaxing every last trace of his release from his skin. She kissed softly at the base, her mouth pressing to the sensitive underside, tongue flicking in slow, teasing strokes, while her hands massaged gently at his thighs, his hips, the soft skin just below his stomach.
Occasionally, her fingers would slide down, carefully lifting his shaft to make sure she got every spot, she licked along the underside, kissed the base, nuzzled softly at his skin, murmuring little, breathless praises between each tender suck.
“So good for me… so sweet… you taste so good, love…” She whispered, voice full of adoration, her words sinking into his fogged, buzzing mind like a balm.
And when she reached his tip again, she wrapped her mouth around it with a soft, wet sound, suckling gently, pulling just enough to make him moan softly, his thighs trembling, his hands fisting faintly in the sheets.
She stayed there for a moment, savoring him, nursing the last bit of his release with a lazy, affectionate pace, as if she had all the time in the world to drink him in.
Finally, when she was sure he was clean, when every inch of him glistened only from her lips, her tongue, her love, she pulled back, lips flushed, eyes shining, a faint sheen of sweat on her skin, her breathing light and quick.
“There…” She murmured, pressing a kiss to his stomach, resting her cheek briefly against his thigh, arms curling softly around his hips. “All clean… all mine…”
She looked up at him then, smiling with a warmth that melted straight into his heart, her voice barely above a whisper.
“You’re so beautiful like this, Commander…”
He could’ve cried.
The sight of her kneeling there, lips flushed red from worship, eyes heavy-lidded and hazy with heat, body glowing with a sheen of soft sweat and humming with quiet, overwhelming sensuality, it was too much. It cracked something open inside him, something raw and tender and desperate.
But he held it back, just barely. His breath shuddered in his chest, his fingers twitching faintly at his sides as he gazed down at her, drinking in the image of perfection that was Gouden Leeuw.
What now? the thought spiraled dizzy in his mind.
Did he want to feel the weight of her breasts around him, watch her wrap his cock in soft, milky heat for a slow, devastating titjob? Did he want to flip her over, bury himself deep while that damned, perfect little tail swayed with every thrust, fuck her hard against the mattress until she was shaking, gasping, trembling under him?
Or did he just want to let her take over, to let her ride him, sink down onto him at her pace, own him completely in the way only she could?
His chest tightened with the weight of wanting all of it, all of her, the taste, the feel, the fullness of her body wrapped around his.
And maybe she saw it. Maybe she read it in the flicker of his eyes, in the faint parting of his lips, in the way his hands flexed uselessly against the sheets.
Because with a soft, knowing giggle, Gouden moved, slow, fluid, graceful. She rose up on her knees, crawling up the bed, her legs sliding effortlessly over his waist until she straddled him, her thick, plush thighs cradling his hips, her soft weight settling down just above his straining cock.
He let out a breathless, shaky gasp, his hands lifting immediately, instinctively, moving first to her soft tummy, fingers sinking into the delicate, tender flesh, feeling the faint give under his palms, the perfect, human warmth of her. She only smiled down at him, love glowing in her eyes, her hands brushing lightly through his hair as he squeezed at her waist, her hips, his fingers sliding down to her thighs to grip at the softness there, full and thick and impossibly real.
And when she shifted back, grinding the perfect roundness of her ass against his flushed, sensitive length, his hips jerked faintly, a strangled groan catching in his throat.
He had wanted the titjob, gods, had he, but this… this view, this feeling, her curvy, devastatingly beautiful body perched atop him, soft skin pressed to his, smiling down at him like she belonged nowhere else, this was something he wouldn’t trade for anything.
Her hands drifted down to his chest, bracing herself lightly as she tilted her head, a playful, loving smile curving her lips.
“Ready for a ride, my love?” She whispered, voice like silk draped over heat.
He could only nod, once, twice, fast and breathless, the words lost somewhere in the dizzy rush of his blood.
And Gouden, with all the slow, perfect grace of the goddess she was, lifted herself just slightly, positioned him, and then, sank down in one smooth, fluid motion.
His mind shattered.
Her warmth wrapped around him instantly, wet, soft, squeezing just right, her walls coiling and clinging like they knew him, like they had memorized the shape of him, the way he filled her, the way they fit together, perfectly, completely.
She let out a breathless, shaky moan, her hands sliding up his chest as her hips settled flush against his, her body arching just faintly as she adjusted to the stretch, the fullness, the sheer heat of him buried inside her.
He was gasping under her, hands flying to her thighs, her hips, her waist, grabbing, squeezing, as if grounding himself in her was the only way to keep from flying apart.
She was wet.
She was warm.
She was perfect.
Much to his surprise, she didn’t move.
Gouden let out a long, trembling moan and simply collapsed forward, her body folding softly against his chest, full curves pressing into him, skin hot and shivering. He felt her lips brush along his throat, right over the pounding pulse in his neck, kissing it once, twice, her breath hitching each time, little gasps muffled against his skin.
He lay still, arms wrapping around her instinctively, cradling her close, letting her have her moment, not pushing, not rushing, just holding, feeling the way her body quaked softly on top of his.
Then, slowly, she lifted herself, propping up just enough that they were eye to eye. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy, mouth parted in a dazed, dreamy smile.
“I…” She breathed, voice cracking on a soft, helpless giggle, “…I came… just from that.”
His breath caught, eyes widening faintly as the realization hit, so that’s why she was so tight. She clenched around him with a rhythmic, trembling squeeze, every little flutter of her walls making his cock twitch helplessly inside her, as if her own body was still savoring the sudden, overwhelming climax she’d stolen from just sinking down on him.
They lingered like that, tangled together, her forehead brushing his, her hands sliding up to cup his face as his own fingers threaded through her hair, drawing her down for another kiss.
This one was softer.
No rush, no need to devour, just lips pressed to lips, mouths parting slowly, languidly, sighing into each other as they kissed and kissed, letting the aftershocks pulse softly between them.
In between the kisses, she breathed out a sly, breathless question, voice brushing his lips.
“Can you… feel the plug, love? Pressing against you…?”
He didn’t answer with words, just shifted his hips, subtly, deliberately, grinding up into the tiny, unmistakable bump pressed between them.
Gouden let out a moan that sent a shiver ripping down his spine, thick, lewd, high-pitched and sweet, the kind of sound only a woman as decadent, as utterly sensual as her could make.
His hands flew to her waist, gripping tight, feeling her tremble against him as her head dipped, a breathless laugh spilling from her lips.
Finally, after a long, delicious moment, she lifted herself up, sitting tall atop him, golden hair tumbling over her shoulders, breasts heaving with every breath, thick thighs bracketing his hips, the little tail swaying faintly behind her.
She braced her hands on his chest, fingers splayed wide, a smile tugging at her lips as she rocked her hips just once, just enough to make them both gasp.
His own hands slid back to her waist, thumbs brushing the soft curve of her stomach, fingers curling into the plush swell of her hips.
And then she began to ride.
Slow at first, a slow rise, a slow drop, the tight, wet clench of her body wrapping him in molten heat. Her hands pressed against his chest for balance, her thighs tensing with every lift, her body rolling in a perfect rhythm that made his breath falter, his fingers dig in harder, his eyes flutter shut as he gave himself up to her pace.
And above him, Gouden shone, flushed, radiant, moaning softly with every movement, her mouth parted in little gasps of pleasure, her body humming with love and heat as she gave him everything she had, everything she was, over and over again.
The slow, wet grind of her hips built gradually, a steady, teasing rhythm that left him gasping under her, his hands firm at her waist, thumbs stroking the soft skin just above her hips. Gouden moaned sweetly above him, her voice soft and breathless at first, delicate sighs slipping past her lips each time she sank down to take him in deep.
But the pace shifted, slowly, almost imperceptibly, her thighs tensing, her hips rising just a little higher, dropping just a little harder. His cock throbbed inside her, buried in that perfect, squeezing heat, her body pulsing around him with a rhythm that was as much affection as it was raw, molten pleasure.
Her chest began to bounce with each movement, heavy, perfect breasts lifting and falling, the thin triangles of the cowprint top doing little to hold back their soft jiggle. And from the stiff peaks of her nipples, little beads of milk welled up, trembling with every impact, sometimes slipping free to trail lazily down the curve of her chest.
He could barely take his eyes off her.
His hand slid from her waist, fingers finding their way between her legs, seeking that tender, sensitive spot at the apex of her folds. The moment his thumb brushed her clit, Gouden let out a sharp, desperate moan, her hips jolting forward, her hands bracing harder against his chest.
“Oh— ah— love, yes…”
Her moans cracked sweetly, her breath catching in tiny, gasping hiccups as he pressed firmer, circling her clit in slow, teasing swirls even as his hips began to move beneath her, thrusting up into her with shallow, eager rolls, meeting her rhythm, driving her down onto him deeper, harder.
It wasn’t just her riding him anymore. He was fucking her back, matching her pace, using every thrust, every grind, every teasing flick of his thumb to please her, to make her tremble, to make her melt above him.
Gouden’s head fell back, hair cascading down her back in a shimmering wave, her mouth falling open in soft, broken cries. Her thighs shook around him, her hips moving faster now, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room, the mess of their bodies, their sounds, their heat turning the air thick, heady, overwhelming.
Every time she came down, he met her, hips driving up, cock spearing deep, thumb circling faster, rougher against her clit, sending sparks shooting through her belly.
“Oh gods, love, yes— yes— more, please— more—”
Her voice was pure music, her body shuddering, squeezing, milking him in waves as she rode him faster, harder, desperate now, drunk on the way he fucked up into her, on the way his hands gripped her, on the way his thumb never stopped teasing, coaxing, wrecking her.
And all the while, the milk, soft beads, lazy drips, welled and oozed from her, trailing down the flushed skin of her breasts, trembling with each frantic bounce, each eager cry, until they were both dizzy, lost, tangled in each other, in love, in pleasure, in the beautiful, messy need to give and give and give.
The pace they had worked themselves into was blinding, desperate, the sharp slap of skin, the wet squeeze of her heat, the quick, helpless cries that tumbled from her throat every time his thumb circled her clit just right or his cock drove deeper than before.
But no matter how divine she was, no matter how much she wanted to please, Gouden’s body couldn’t hold that rhythm forever.
Little spasms, small, sudden, devastating micro-orgasms, had been rolling through her for minutes now, her thighs quaking, her belly tightening, her walls pulsing around him in trembling waves that left her gasping, weakened, undone. Her hips faltered, lost their strength, her once-commanding bounce now reduced to faint, shaking rolls as her clit was teased relentlessly, his cock thrusting up into her with a rhythm far harder, far deeper, than she could match.
Inevitably, her body gave out.
With a soft, broken cry, Gouden collapsed forward, her thick thighs shaking, her weight folding onto his chest, soft skin slick with sweat pressing flush against his. Her arms slipped weakly around his shoulders, her forehead resting in the crook of his neck, her breath hot and shallow against his skin.
And his mouth was right there, at the perfect height to close over the nipple that hadn’t been fed from yet, his lips sealing eagerly around the stiff, milk-beaded bud, tongue flicking, suckling hard.
He didn’t stop.
If anything, he moved harder, his hands gripping the plush curve of her ass, pulling her down with every sharp thrust, driving himself deeper, kissing the very entrance of her womb with every snap of his hips. Her moans hitched sharply, her back arching, her hands clutching at his shoulders as the weight of sensation crushed through her, each deep stab of his cock, each hungry pull of his mouth sending her spiraling.
Her moans turned helpless, pleading — soft gasps of “yes,” “there,” “more,” pressed right to his ear, breathless, slurred, her whole body trembling, melting, every nerve alight as he ravished her from below.
“Please… inside… I want it inside…” She whimpered, her voice shaking, broken, her words spilling out in a rush of need and pure, unfiltered devotion. “Fill me, love… give it to me, give me all of you…”
His thrusts turned rougher, ragged, desperate, chasing the edge they both felt cresting.
And then. . .
With a hoarse, helpless moan, he slammed deep, his cock buried to the hilt, kissing the soft mouth of her womb as he spilled into her in thick, heavy waves. Hot pulses of cum flooded her, filling her, warmth spreading through her core as she gasped sharply, her body clenching down around him, milking him for every drop as her own orgasm ripped through her, broken, trembling, complete.
They squeezed each other tight, chests heaving, bodies shaking, clinging as if they’d fall apart without the other. Gouden trembled against him, her thighs twitching, her arms limp around his shoulders, soft words falling from her lips in a slurry of love, praise, absolute surrender.
“My love… my darling… my everything… always yours… always…”
Her voice filled the room, soft and blurred, a song of pure devotion as they lay tangled together, joined, drenched in sweat and milk and love, lost in each other completely.
Even after they both came, even after her body trembled and clenched, after her walls squeezed every last thick pulse of his release, he didn’t stop.
His hips kept moving.
Slow, deep rolls, the kind that made Gouden gasp and shudder, her whole body oversensitive, her thighs trembling where they hugged his hips. She whimpered, weak and breathless, but she didn’t resist, she submitted, moaning openly, softly, as her body gave way to him once more, as his cock stirred inside her, still hard, still claiming every inch.
And then, just as her head tipped back, just as another small, sweet climax rippled through her core, making her shake around him, he stopped.
He stilled.
In one fluid motion, his hands slid under her, gripping her thick, soft thighs, and with a firm roll of his hips, he tipped them over, pressing her flat to the bed beneath him.
She lay there, bare and wrecked, her body glowing with sweat, skin flushed pink from chest to cheeks, nipples red and still dripping faint beads of milk, lips parted and kiss-swollen, eyes half-lidded and hazy with pleasure. Her arms rested limply above her head, chest rising and falling in shaky breaths as thick cum oozed softly from between her legs, trailing down her plush thighs.
He looked down at her, chest heaving, eyes dark, filled with hunger, wanting her like this again, and again, and again. Wanting her bare, lost, aching for him.
And Gouden, sweet, knowing, loving Gouden, shivered at the thought.
A soft, desperate moan spilled from her throat, her body twitching faintly under him as she reached up with trembling hands, sliding the last bits of her flimsy bikini free, casting it aside until she was completely, gloriously bare.
Then, with a soft breath, she lifted her hands back above her head and, smiling faintly, eyes glowing with surrender, snapped her fingers.
Two vines slipped silently into the room, winding delicately around her wrists, curling in soft but unyielding loops, pinning her arms gently to the headboard.
He froze for a second, breath catching hard in his throat, a rush of heat flooding his chest. Gods, she’d surprised him. She still knew how to surprise him. And fuck, she was so, so impossibly hot like this.
She moaned softly, squirming under him, her thighs parting just slightly, eyes fluttering half-closed as she gazed up at him.
“Please…” She whispered, her voice trembling, slurred with love and need, “…just one more round… let me be yours completely… your little cow… yours to fill… yours to breed… yours to milk… to the fullest…”
The words shattered whatever thread of restraint he had left.
With a low, desperate groan, he gripped her thighs and sank back inside in one slow, devastating thrust, burying himself deep, filling her to the brim once more.
And just like that, Gouden was his, bound, bare, trembling, and his, ready for him to take, again and again, until her words were more than just whispers, until every last part of her belonged to him.
With a heavy, shuddering breath, he pressed forward, burying himself to the hilt in her once more, feeling Gouden’s body arch up under him, her back lifting from the bed, her wrists tugging faintly against the vines that held her soft arms above her head.
She let out a cry, high and breathless, her head tipping back, hair spilling across the pillow in golden waves, her thighs trembling wide around his hips.
And then he moved.
Not slow. Not gentle.
He thrust hard, sharp, deep, steady strokes that rocked her whole body against the bed, that drove soft, desperate gasps from her parted lips.
Every push forced a helpless moan from her throat, her walls pulsing hot and tight around him, milking him greedily as he claimed her over and over. His hands slid up her sides, fingers curling over her waist, over the swell of her breasts, until they found her aching, red, still-dripping nipples.
He squeezed.
Gouden let out a choked moan, her chest arching into his hands, her body shuddering as his fingers rolled over the sensitive peaks, thumbs circling, pressing, pulling faintly, coaxing little beads of milk to well up again, watching as they trembled and spilled softly down the curve of her flushed skin.
“Ah… ah, gods, love— please—” She sobbed softly, her hips jerking up to meet every sharp, driving thrust, her thighs twitching around him, her toes curling faintly.
He leaned down, mouth brushing her throat, her collarbone, her breasts, kissing, licking, biting lightly as his hips pistoned into her, the wet slap of skin filling the room, his cock kissing her womb with every hard thrust.
Her walls tightened, fluttering wildly, her body trembling in quick, helpless spasms. The combination, the deep stretch of him inside, the rough, perfect attention at her breasts, the soft, warm gush of milk over his fingers, it tore another climax from her, sharp and sudden, her whole body seizing around him, her voice breaking into a loud, wrecked cry.
He fucked her through it, didn’t stop, didn’t slow, hips driving her deeper into the bed, hands still playing, teasing, squeezing, milking her chest as she writhed under him, her arms stretched and bound, her lips gasping broken words of love, devotion, surrender.
“Yours— all yours— love you, love you, love you—” She moaned, voice barely holding together, face flushed, eyes hazy and wet with overwhelming pleasure.
And still he moved, harder, deeper, chasing the edge, pulling her with him, until they were both right there, trembling, gasping, ready to shatter completely.
The rhythm built to a fever, rough and unrelenting, his hips snapping hard into hers, cock driving deep, kissing her womb over and over, until Gouden was nearly sobbing with the intensity.
Her thighs quaked wide around him, her wrists tugged faintly at the vines above her, and her voice was nothing but broken, breathless moans, gasping his name, gasping “yes, yes, yes—” as he thrust up hard, his hands squeezing her heavy, leaking breasts, thumbs rolling over her nipples, milking soft, hot beads onto his skin.
He felt her tighten again, all at once, like her body knew before she did, a full, wet clench, her walls fluttering wildly, helplessly, trying to pull him deeper, hold him there, keep him inside.
“Ah— love— I—”
And then it hit them both.
He let out a strangled moan, hips driving deep one final time as his release broke, thick and hot, spilling inside her in deep, heavy pulses. Gouden came with him, her whole body arching up, head thrown back, mouth falling open in a wrecked cry as her walls clenched down, milking every last drop, shaking, trembling, her skin flushed and glowing.
They clung to each other through it, his hands sliding up to cradle her face, her arms pulling at the vines as her thighs shook around his hips, both of them lost to the sharp, dizzy waves that rushed through them, to the feeling of being so full, so completely claimed, so utterly together.
When the last pulses faded, when the last tremors softened into slow, shaky breaths, he finally collapsed forward, easing her arms down, pulling the vines away with a quiet brush of his fingers.
Gouden whimpered softly, arms falling weakly around his shoulders, cradling him close, her face nuzzling into his neck as he wrapped himself around her, holding her tight, burying his face in her damp, golden hair.
Their bodies were a mess, sticky, flushed, trembling, but neither cared. The tail was gone seconds after.
He kissed her temple softly, brushing damp strands from her face, whispering quiet, shaky praises as she murmured small, slurred words of love, her breath warm against his skin, her fingers curling lazily at his back.
They stayed like that, tangled in each other, skin to skin, breath to breath, until the weight of everything, of pleasure, of love, of sheer exhaustion, finally pulled them down.
He shifted only enough to tuck her under the blanket, arms still wrapped around her, her soft curves pressed tight to his chest, her head tucked under his chin. Gouden let out a tiny, happy sigh, smiling faintly as she drifted, her fingers tracing slow, sleepy patterns on his skin.
And together, tangled in warmth and softness, they slipped into sleep, safe, spent, and utterly, completely each other’s.
Chapter 30: The Relaxing Dragon God (A Shimanto Tribute)
Summary:
So, lately I have been going over my past works and while most are fine, girls like Shimanto, Bismarck or Atago I feel like deserve better oneshots. When will they get them? Who really knows. But here is Shimanto's, hope you enjoy!
It's split into two parts just like her new skin. Second one is more kinky than the first, you have been warned.
Chapter Text
The stone path wound gently upward, shaded by tall trees whose leaves shimmered under the sun. Birds called softly in the branches, their songs mingling with the distant rush of water. Shimanto walked at his side, her fingers laced through his, golden ring catching every stray beam of light and sending it dancing over the rocks.
She was barefoot, the thin straps of her pale wrap sandals looped around her fingers and dangling as they walked. Her swimsuit clung close, the same red and white two-piece he had bought her this exact trip, with the ruffled edges brushing soft against her skin.
The top framed her chest delicately, hugging the curve of her bust just tight enough that each movement set the soft flesh shifting under it. Her long, pure white hair fell loose around her shoulders, a faint glisten on her collarbones from the sun and the climb. Her tail, that elegant white length tipped in lilac and gentle ocean blue, flicked behind her with an easy sway, its faint shimmer adding to the glow that seemed to hover around her.
She looked happy, radiant in a way that was part divine, part utterly human. A little flush on her cheeks, a glimmer in her eyes, the kind of joy that came not from ceremony or reverence but from simple presence. Her smile was soft and unguarded, and every few steps she leaned a little more into him, brushing her arm against his, tilting her head to rest briefly on his shoulder.
He tried to act casual, but his gaze kept slipping, tracing the way her hips moved under the soft fall of the sarong knotted at her waist, the glimpse of her thighs as the fabric parted with her steps. He watched the way her hair caught the sun, the way her back curved as she leaned close, the faint gleam of moisture on her skin. His eyes flicked down often, lingering, hungry in a way he didn't even bother to hide.
Shimanto noticed. Of course she noticed.
A quiet hum of pride buzzed in her chest, spreading warmth through her body. She brushed a kiss to his jaw, a tiny, featherlight press of lips, almost a laugh more than a kiss. A moment later, she brushed another to his shoulder, smiling softly when he turned to glance at her. She said nothing, didn't need to. The little touches, the way she squeezed his hand, the faint flick of her tail against his leg, all of it spoke her contentment.
The waterfall's voice grew louder as they neared the top. She squeezed his hand again, giving a happy little sigh, and pulled him along, steps light and eager, like the Dragon God herself couldn't wait to swim and play just a little longer with the man she loved.
Neither of them had hesitated when they reached the water. They stripped down without fuss, sandals and sarong left in a neat pile on the rocks. The lake was cool but gentle, its surface rippling in silver where the waterfall met it. He settled himself on one of the larger stones near the edge, half-submerged, leaning back with his arms braced behind him. The water lapped softly at his waist, the air filled with the hush of falling water and the occasional chirp of a distant bird.
Shimanto had gone straight in.
He watched as she swam toward the waterfall, her pale figure cutting through the water with easy, playful strokes. She moved like she belonged here, the sun glinting off her white hair, the red and white of her swimsuit flashing just beneath the surface. When she reached the falls, she rose up, standing tall on one of the submerged rocks, arms lifted slightly as the water cascaded over her.
It wasn't a fierce waterfall, more like a constant veil, gentle enough to stand beneath without flinching. It ran over her shoulders, poured in soft streams down her chest and waist, caught on the little ruffles of her top before sliding down the smooth lines of her thighs. She tipped her head back, eyes closed, a serene smile tugging at her lips as the spray caught her lashes and kissed her skin.
He couldn't look away.
His eyes traced every drop running down her, every shift of muscle as she moved, every soft bounce of her breasts as she stepped on the slippery stone. His gaze wandered shamelessly, drifting over her waist, her hips, the curve of her legs, the flick of her tail through the water. A warm knot tightened low in his stomach, a soft ache that made his fingers twitch faintly on the rock behind him.
She was perfect. And every second she stayed there, laughing quietly to herself under the falling water, made him wish she was closer.
He didn't have to wait long.
Shimanto turned at last, eyes half-lidded, and slipped smoothly back into the lake. She didn't call out, didn't tease, didn't break the soft quiet between them. She swam straight to him, pushing herself up with sure hands on the rock, and slid onto his lap as if it was the only place she'd ever belonged.
He felt her almost bare ass settle easily against him, the thin fabric of her swimsuit pressing damp and warm where it barely covered her. Her legs tucked in on either side of his hips, the water dripping off her skin and tickling his chest as she leaned forward, curling herself into him without a word.
Her arms slid around his shoulders, soft and sure. Her face nuzzled deep against his neck, her lips brushing the skin there in a quiet flurry of kisses, nothing loud or demanding, just little touches of love, soft as breath, firm as truth.
He closed his arms around her, smiling into her damp hair, hands spreading instinctively over the small of her back. His fingers flexed faintly, feeling the heat of her, the pulse of her body pressed so close. She shifted slightly on his lap, enough that his breath hitched softly in his throat. She felt it. Of course she did. And her soft, secret smile against his skin told him she was pleased.
Seconds later she giggled softly against it, a sweet little flutter of sound that tickled his neck. Then she lifted her head, pale hair dripping water onto his shoulders, and leaned in to press her lips to his.
It wasn't heated, not yet.
It was slow, firm, a kiss that lingered, that hummed with the weight of being hers. Of being wife, lover, dragon goddess, all at once, and yet so simply just Shimanto. She held him there, lips resting against his like a quiet claim, and he let himself sink into it, breathing her in, feeling the soft tremble of her breath, the warmth of her, the damp curve of her body.
When she finally pulled back, she licked her lips, tasting the water, the sun, and a hint of him. Her smile curved wide, eyes glowing faintly as she pressed her forehead to his.
"This" She whispered, voice light and pleased "Is exactly what I'd hoped for."
Her tail slipped through the water, curling deftly around his ankle, looping once, then again, until it held firm in a soft, playful bind. She giggled again, softer this time, almost shy, delighted at the simple, constant touch.
He let her do as she pleased, his hand smoothing slowly up the line of her back, fingers sliding through damp strands of hair. He leaned in, brushing his lips against the side of her neck, feeling the faint skip of her pulse beneath the skin.
"You look lovely" He murmured, words half-breathed against her "Smiling like that... it makes my heart ache."
Her smile broke wider, cheeks rounding, eyes squeezing faintly with the force of it. She let out a quiet, happy laugh, wrapping both arms around his head, pulling him tighter to her. Her hands cradled the back of his skull, fingers threading through his hair, as if to anchor him there, as if to tell him without words: stay.
He obeyed, lips moving softly, dotting kisses along her neck, slow and reverent, as though every inch of skin was a prayer to be offered. Her skin warmed beneath his mouth, her breathing turned slow, drawn, and her hands held firm, cradling him close as he worshipped her in hush and touch alone.
His hands moved, slow but sure, one tightening around her waist, fingers splaying wide to feel the warmth of her, the other sliding down, pausing just above the soft curve of her ass. He felt her shift slightly in his lap, the quiet roll of her hips, the way her tail gave a playful squeeze around his ankle. A soft hum rumbled against his ear, a wordless sound of allowance, of invitation. His fingers slipped lower, palm cupping fully now, squeezing, kneading that perfect curve like his hands had done a hundred, a thousand times before.
Shimanto giggled softly, a gentle fluttering sound, her fingers petting through his hair, nails grazing lightly along his scalp. Her smile curved a little more sly, a little more knowing, cheeks still warm with affection but eyes glinting with a hint of mischief.
She tilted her head, resting her chin briefly against his temple, pondering aloud in that lilting voice if he would ever learn to hold himself back.
He answered with a few more slow, reverent kisses to her neck, his breath brushing warm across her skin. "Probably not" He murmured, his voice low, full of fond surrender.
She gave a soft, playful roll of her eyes but tightened her arms around him all the same, drawing herself closer, tilting down until her lips brushed his ear. Her breath was a gentle whisper, silk against skin. "You don't really have to... so I understand why you wouldn't."
His lips curved against her skin, smiling faintly as he pressed another kiss just beneath her jaw. "There's no real chance I ever could" He breathed. "Marrying a goddess like you... it's like signing a lifetime vow of silent worship."
Shimanto let out a delighted hum, low and approving, before brushing a kiss against the edge of his ear. Her tongue followed, that long, delicate, draconic tongue, tracing a wet line up the shell of his ear, leaving a glistening trail of warm saliva. She pulled back just barely, lips brushing, breath ghosting, and whispered with a smile he could hear in her voice "I prefer to be worshipped aloud... with lots and lots of kisses."
His heart skipped, a bright heat blooming sharp and sweet through his chest. His hands tightened around her, fingers flexing with sudden, unrestrained need. He tipped his head back just enough to meet her eyes, his own shining, alight with pure, unfiltered want, the kind that had no hesitation, no shame.
He didn't need to speak.
His lips moved first, pressing to her throat, then lower, to her collarbone, trailing soft, unhurried kisses down the line of her neck. His hands roamed, palms mapping familiar curves with reverence, fingers slipping along the delicate slope of her back, curling again over her hips, squeezing, caressing as though trying to memorize every inch anew.
He kissed her like prayer, touched her like devotion, his mouth worshipping every piece of skin it could reach, as if the only right response to a goddess in his arms was to offer himself fully, with every kiss, every breath, every trembling touch. And Shimanto, radiant and laughing softly, cradled him close, the Dragon God folding her wings around the one mortal she had chosen, happy to be adored in the quiet, endless way they both understood so well.
Still, just like a dragon, she wanted more. Shimanto was a greedy little thing sometimes, especially when it came to this, when it came to him, when it came to knowing exactly what he was capable of.
She gave a light push against his hold, nothing rough, just a small shift of her hands, and he let go at once, the invisible threads of his grip falling away with almost laughable ease. The flash of disappointment in his eyes was unmistakable, raw and endearing, but she only smiled, soft and warm, brushing her fingers lightly over his shoulders in a soothing stroke before slipping away.
She shifted to the flat rock just at the edge of the lake, where his arms had been resting, glancing back at him with a playful flick of her tail. With a delicate sweep of her fingers, the stone glistened wet, coated in cool water as if blessed by her touch. Then she eased herself down, stretching out along it, just her feet dipping into the lake.
One hand rested atop her stomach, fingers splayed lazily across soft skin, the other draped above her head, her white hair fanned out like silk. She tilted her head toward him, smile curved and knowing, eyes heavy-lidded as she spoke in a tone that needed no command, only invitation.
"Worship, then."
The offering was clear as day.
He nodded, sharp and eager, the breath catching thick in his chest, heat stirring anew through his body as he moved. He crossed to her in a heartbeat, hands bracing to either side of her, lowering himself down until his face hovered just above hers.
He started with her lips.
He kissed her slow, a deep, lovely press, letting the world go quiet around them. Her fingers reached up to cradle his face, thumb brushing over his cheek, holding him there as if neither of them had anywhere else they needed to be. They pulled back only when breath demanded it, their eyes meeting in a flicker of something soft and electric all at once.
Then he began to drop lower.
His mouth brushed to her neck, hands still planted firm for balance, letting his lips do all the work. He kissed every curve, every hollow, the faint line of muscle, the soft press of flesh, the fine dip over bone. Her pulse, steady and quickened beneath his mouth, became a point of focus, his lips brushing, lingering, coaxing tiny sounds from her throat as he worked his way to her shoulders.
Above him, Shimanto sighed softly, a sound threaded through with affection and delight. She hummed little praises, quiet compliments that melted into the air between them. Words like so good, and you're always so careful, and my lovely, diligent husband, slipped past her lips like silk, wrapping around him as surely as her hands or her tail ever did.
He soaked it all in, mouth and heart alike, worshipping her piece by piece, wanting nothing more in that moment than to hear her praise and feel her arch faintly beneath his lips, her breath hitching sweetly with every touch he gave.
As he moved down, one of Shimanto's hands drifted to his face, delicate fingers brushing along his cheek. He paused, catching that hand gently in his own, lifting it to his lips. He kissed each knuckle, soft and lingering, then each fingertip, warm and devoted, like every part of her deserved its own moment. Shimanto's breath hitched faintly, her smile curving soft, golden eyes glowing down at him.
Her fingers moved to caress his cheek, thumb stroking softly under his eye. "You" She murmured, voice like a secret wrapped in sunlight, "You might just be the greatest treasure a dragon like me could wish for."
She giggled lightly, cheeks warming a deeper pink, her tail flicking playfully along the rock. "No, you are that. The greatest treasure to ever exist."
He didn't answer with words.
Instead, he let his mouth speak, lowering again to her body, lips brushing slow down the line of her neck, across her collarbone, tracing toward the edge of her swimsuit.
Shimanto didn't hesitate. With a flick of her fingers, the top slipped away, fabric pulled free in a single graceful motion, leaving her bare to the sun and his gaze.
He exhaled softly, heart tightening at the sight, and pressed in without pause. His lips dipped down the soft valley between her breasts, brushing along the sensitive skin there, kissing the gentle swell, feeling the way her breath caught as he worked his way between them.
He kissed each side slowly, deliberately, tongue flicking out just barely to tease a faint line up the inner curve, feeling the tremble run through her chest. Her breathing turned softer, fuller, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, the faintest quiver in her thighs where they brushed the rock, her toes curling faintly at the edge of the water.
When his mouth reached her nipples, he paused, hovering just enough for his warm breath to ghost over the skin. Shimanto let out a soft, startled gasp, her back arching faintly off the rock, a tremor of heat rushing through her as her nipples tightened, hardening visibly under the teasing warmth.
He smiled against her, pressing delicate kisses around the areola first, slow, teasing brushes that made her squirm faintly beneath him. Her hand slid into his hair, fingers threading loosely, not pulling, just anchoring herself as he circled each nipple with barely-there kisses, her soft gasps and shaky little sighs spilling into the air.
When his lips finally closed over one, kissing it reverently, sucking just faintly, her hips gave a helpless twitch, her back arching sharper, toes curling hard against the cool stone. A breathless moan slipped from her lips, high and soft, a trembling sound she couldn't bite back. He worshipped each nipple in turn, kissing, nipping lightly, dragging his tongue softly over the sensitive tip, feeling it pebble tighter under each touch.
Her thighs pressed together, tail twitching against the rock, fingers tightening in his hair. She was flushed now, cheeks a deep pink, breath hot and uneven, chest rising and falling in slow, shaky waves. Her toes curled again, a soft whimper catching in her throat as his mouth moved once more, circling back, repeating the delicate, deliberate worship that left her skin prickling, her heart hammering sweetly in her chest.
When he finally moved lower, kissing a trail down her stomach, his pace quickened slightly, mouth brushing over the soft dip of her navel, the curve of her waist. Above him, Shimanto lay breathless, warm, every inch of her humming with want, the goddess stretched out and trembling under the slow, patient hands of the man she loved.
He moved lower, shifting his weight, hands free again to roam. He settled at her thighs, bypassing the gentle rise of her stomach and the faintly covered heat between her legs. His hands slid down, fingers wrapping around her calf, lifting her leg slowly, tenderly, as though he were handling something precious.
He pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, then another, lingering longer the second time, feeling the faint tremor in her muscles. Then, with a flicker of teeth, he bit down softly, just enough to make her whimper.
Shimanto watched him, red eyes heavy-lidded, breath catching softly with every small touch. She waited, patient and glowing, as his hands guided her leg back down, as he shifted to her feet, fingers gliding over the delicate arch, the soft, pink-tinged sole.
His thumbs pressed in slow circles, massaging, kneading, tracing the faint redness from their walk. He chuckled under his breath, lips brushing faintly over her ankle. "You shouldn't have walked that path barefoot today" He murmured, words warm and fond as his fingers worked deeper.
When his fingertips danced lightly, tickling on purpose, she gasped and squirmed, a soft, breathless giggle slipping out between the little moans that still trembled in her throat from earlier. The slightest shift of air over her sensitive chest made her nipples ache, her skin tingling under the weight of touch and attention.
His hands skimmed up again, returning to her thighs, slipping under the thin band of her swimsuit. Shimanto let out a soft, playful huff, lifting her hips slightly as she murmured with a teasing smile, "It's a good thing I have such a strong husband to carry me, if needed."
He rolled his eyes fondly but grinned, sliding the swimsuit down with slow, careful hands. She helped, hips lifting, thighs parting just slightly, until the fabric was free and set aside with her top. She was bare before him now, stretched out under the open sky, hair fanned out, skin flushed, eyes half-lidded as she watched him move closer.
He lowered himself between her thighs, kissing gently along the soft inner skin, feeling the faint tremble as his breath ghosted over her. His hands cupped her hips, thumbs brushing soothingly along the delicate rise, as his mouth pressed slow, reverent kisses along the crease where thigh met core.
He didn't rush.
His tongue flicked out softly, tracing along her lower lips, tasting the faint slickness already gathered there. He felt her thighs twitch faintly, the muscles clenching under his hands, her breath catching as he gave the slowest, lightest lick, just parting her folds without pressing in.
He kissed along her lips, barely brushing, feeling the heat of her, the faint wetness, savoring every soft sound she gave in return. His tongue worked gradually, dragging slow, warm lines up her slit, gathering her taste, coaxing her open inch by inch.
When he flicked just barely at her clit, a faint pass of tongue, she gasped, hips giving the smallest jerk, one hand flying to his hair, fingers tangling instinctively. He hummed softly, the sound vibrating through his mouth into her, a quiet praise, a soft yes as his lips closed over the sensitive bud, kissing it, sucking faintly, tongue circling with delicate care.
Her thighs squeezed at his shoulders, body arching faintly off the rock, toes curling tight as a trembling moan broke from her throat. He kept it slow, teasing, kissing around the clit, brushing it with his lips, flicking it softly with the tip of his tongue, letting her writhe under the deliberate, worshipful attention.
His hands gripped her thighs gently, thumbs stroking soothing arcs into her skin as he focused fully on her, mouth wet and warm, tongue tracing every soft line, flicking and circling, pressing slow pressure that made her body tighten and melt in waves.
Shimanto's voice came soft and shaking, murmured praises, whispered pleads, her hips rolling helplessly under his mouth, her hands tight in his hair as her body begged for more. And he gave it, patient, focused, mouth moving with gentle purpose, worshipping every shudder, every moan, as though she were the only thing in the world worth kneeling for.
Her tail moved on its own, curling low through the water before wrapping itself snugly around one of his hands. He let it, fingers flexing in gentle welcome, his palm shifting to cradle the soft, scaled length. With slow, practiced movements, he began to massage, pressing his fingers into the spots he knew from years of shared moments, coaxing little waves of sensation up her spine, feeding the tremble already running through her.
His other hand slid from her thigh to her stomach, palm warm against the slight quiver there. He rubbed slow, soothing circles over her skin, feeling the way her muscles jumped and tightened under each soft lick he gave below, his thumb brushing gently just under the curve of her ribs, calming and stirring all at once.
Every touch fed into the next.
He parted her folds more deliberately now, tongue flattening as he pressed in deeper, licking her in long, slow strokes, gathering every drop of taste, every soft sound she spilled into the air. His mouth sealed over her clit again, this time not teasing, but kissing in earnest, sucking gently, tongue flicking with rhythmic purpose, steady and sure.
Shimanto gasped, her voice spilling over in soft, shaking moans, hands flying to her chest, fingers finding her own aching nipples. She rolled them between her fingertips, tugging and circling as her body arched under his mouth, hips rocking helplessly, thighs trembling hard against his shoulders.
Her tail squeezed tighter around his hand, pulsing faintly with every lick, every flick of his tongue that sent shocks through her core. His mouth worked her with reverence, nose brushing softly against her as he drank her in, feeling her warmth grow slicker, needier, as her moans tipped into sweet, breathless cries.
Her legs tensed, toes curling sharp over the wet rock, fingers pinching harder at her chest as the pleasure coiled high, fast, tight, no longer something she could hold back. Her voice broke on a sharp, gasping moan, hips jerking, body bowing as she came hard against his mouth, warmth flooding over his tongue, thighs clamping before shuddering loose.
He didn't stop.
He stayed with her, licking slower now, softer, savoring every drop, every faint aftershock that rippled through her. His hands stayed gentle on her stomach and tail, thumbs stroking comfort into trembling skin as he kissed her softly, drinking her in like the sweetest offering, like she was everything, because to him, she was.
Finally, he drew back, lips wet, breath steadying, eyes half-lidded with quiet satisfaction. Shimanto lay sprawled on the cool rock, skin flushed, hair spread in damp waves, a wide, pure smile blooming across her face. She basked in the warmth of it all, eyes soft with afterglow, chest rising in slow, shaky breaths as her fingers drifted lazily over her stomach.
He leaned up to kiss her, catching her lips in a deep, slow pull, tasting the sweetness left on her skin. Shimanto hummed softly, delighted, her hands lifting to cup his cheeks, thumbs stroking faint lines of affection along his jaw as she melted into the kiss.
When they finally parted, she let herself lie there just a second longer, then sighed and forced her body up, legs still trembling faintly. She stepped carefully back into the water, the cool rush licking at her thighs, and pressed her palms to a nearby rock for balance as she steadied herself.
Her eyes drifted down, catching the obvious, undeniable tent straining against his swimsuit. A soft, knowing coo slipped from her lips as she shifted her hips slightly, her voice dipping into something teasing and honeyed.
"Will you honor me... with your offering?"
The words were shameless, playful, entirely hers.
They made something deep inside him throb sharply, a twitch against the tight fabric of his trunks. Shimanto saw it, of course she did, those glowing red eyes missing nothing. With a flick of her tail and a lazy curl of her hips, she lifted one long, pale leg, raising it almost above her head, braced gracefully on the rock as her lower lips spread softly, glistening red and wet, aching for the only thing they truly craved.
He barely remembered pulling off his swimsuit, his heart pounding too loud in his ears. As he stepped toward her, he could only murmur through the rush of heat, "You're... beautiful. And incredibly flexible."
Shimanto giggled, voice light and lilting, eyes half-lidded in fondness. "A dragon goddess should be able to do things like this" She teased, then added with a grin, "Honestly, I should thank Musashi for signing me up for those yoga classes."
He huffed a breathless laugh, hands settling on her hips, fingers sinking into soft, damp skin as he guided himself forward. He lined up, the thick head of his cock pressing gently to her entrance, and felt the way she pulsed and clenched faintly under the anticipation, her breath catching sweetly in her throat.
As he pushed in, slow, steady, filling her inch by inch, a low groan slipped from his lips, the heat of her wrapping around him like silk, tight and wet and perfect. She gasped softly, the stretch making her curl against the rock, her hands bracing herself as she felt him slide deeper, the familiar fullness blooming through her, making her thighs tremble.
Inside, she was molten, pulsing, gripping him with a sweetness that pulled a deep, shaking breath from his chest. Around him, she felt impossibly soft, impossibly hot, her body tightening and relaxing in waves as she took him in, her voice slipping out in quiet, broken sighs as she reveled in the slow, steady stretch of being filled.
Their eyes met, hers dazed and glowing, his dark and heavy with want, both of them drowning in the feeling of being joined, the perfect, endless fit they knew too well and never grew tired of.
They stayed like that for a moment, both of them still, savoring the closeness, the deep pulse of connection as he filled her completely. Shimanto shifted slowly, her raised leg sliding further up until it rested on his shoulder, her thigh pressing warm against his skin, her soft foot brushing faintly along his back. She leaned in, wrapping both arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss that had no hesitation, no restraint.
Her lips parted eagerly, tongue slipping past in slow, searching strokes, tasting him, teasing him, claiming him. She moaned softly into his mouth, her breath hot and shaky, her fingers curling at the nape of his neck. Nails dragged lightly, deliberately, down his skin, just enough to leave faint, tingling lines, little marks of possession she pressed with love.
His hands gripped tighter at her waist, feeling the trembling heat of her, the way her body shivered faintly with every slow pull of his tongue against hers. Her kisses were messy and deep, wet and slow, little flicks and rolls of her tongue that made his breath catch in his throat, his hips twitching without meaning to.
She gasped softly into his mouth when she felt it, smiling against his lips, her nails biting just a little harder in silent encouragement. She rocked her hips gently, a little flex of want, pulling him deeper, feeling the heavy throb of him inside her, the slow stretch that left her dizzy and aching and full.
He groaned low, the sound spilling straight into her mouth, and finally, finally, his hips began to move.
The first roll was slow, deliberate, a slow pull back, the drag of his cock sliding through her wet heat, followed by a firm, smooth thrust forward that made her body arch sharply, her breath hitching in a trembling gasp. She clung tighter, legs wrapping as best they could, her raised foot flexing faintly on his shoulder, her arms holding him close, mouth opening for him as he swallowed down the soft, broken sounds she made with every slow, deep stroke.
Her body welcomed every movement, tightening and pulsing around him, drawing him deeper, kissing him harder, her tongue curling sweetly as she moaned into him, giving herself over to the rhythm they both knew, the one that always led to them losing themselves completely in each other.
Their kisses stayed slow, deep, messy with want but never rushed. Shimanto's tongue curled against his, teasing, tasting, her breath shaky with every exhale, soft little moans spilling from the back of her throat as he rocked into her with a steady, unhurried rhythm.
Her arms stayed tight around his neck, holding him close, her fingers brushing through his hair, tugging softly sometimes, nails grazing along his scalp, down his shoulders, leaving little marks that stung just enough to make him shudder.
His hands roamed without hesitation, sliding up her sides, fingers splayed wide over her ribcage before cupping her chest, taking hold of her breasts with a greedy, aching need. He squeezed firmly, fingers digging into soft, supple flesh, thumbs brushing slow, teasing circles over her stiff nipples, feeling how each touch made her gasp softly into his mouth, her body arching tighter against his.
He groaned into her lips when she flexed around him, the velvet grip of her pulling tight with every slow thrust. Inside, she was so warm, so wet, the walls of her body clenching greedily as he filled her over and over, each movement dragging a faint shudder through her thighs.
Her raised leg trembled faintly against his shoulder, her other foot braced in the water, toes curling and flexing with every slow, deep push that nudged deeper into her, kissing all the right spots inside.
They kept that pace for what felt like forever.
Shimanto melted under him, head tilting back slightly, mouth parted in breathless sighs as he kissed along her jaw, down to her neck, biting softly at the delicate skin there. She moaned low when his teeth grazed her, when his lips pressed wet, reverent kisses against the spot just below her ear, when his tongue licked slow lines along the curve of her throat.
Her hands wandered too, fingers brushing over his back, nails dragging faint lines, sometimes gripping his arms when a particularly deep thrust made her legs twitch. She whispered soft praises, little murmured words between moans, calling him good, so good, her strong husband, her treasure, breathy and sweet in his ear, each word feeding the low, aching heat pooling between them.
His hips rolled in a slow, even rhythm, the slap of skin soft and wet, their bodies rocking together, sliding with a perfect, heated glide. His hands stayed on her chest, squeezing and teasing, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they were slick and sensitive, until every pass of his touch made her shiver and whimper softly.
She was soaked, heat clenching around him, thighs trembling faintly, her tail curling tighter around his waist, her body pressing closer with each deep thrust, as if trying to take him even deeper, as if trying to pull him into her completely.
And he stayed there, kissing her slow, touching her without care or hesitation, fucking her with a steady, loving hunger that never faltered, losing himself in the warmth of her, in the sweetness of her voice, in the way her body fit his so perfectly it made his heart ache.
Their bodies moved in slow, steady waves, but under that tenderness, heat was building. Shimanto's moans softened into shaky little whimpers, her breath catching on every thrust as her hips rolled up to meet his, thighs squeezing tighter around his waist. Her arms wrapped firmer around his neck, fingers threading into his hair as she whispered near his ear, breathless and flushed, little bursts of praise and need between gasps.
He groaned softly, feeling her tighten around him, the way her walls fluttered with each deep push, that perfect grip coaxing him closer to the edge. His hands stayed on her chest, fingers squeezing, rolling her nipples gently between his thumbs, feeling the way her body reacted, how her back arched, how her hips gave the smallest jerk forward, how her toes curled against his back.
They both felt it coming.
The pace picked up, just slightly, a little sharper push of hips, a little less patience in their kisses. His mouth hovered over hers, stealing shaky breaths between soft, desperate kisses, while Shimanto's voice broke into sweet, high moans, her legs shaking faintly, the tip of her tail curling tight around his thigh.
"Ah... yes, yes... you're— you're perfect, my love" She gasped, her voice light and shivering with pleasure, hips pressing up desperately, her body arching tight to meet his. "Fill me... I want all of you, I want everything, husband, please. . ."
That was all it took.
He groaned low, voice rough and tight, hips jerking forward in one last, deep thrust as he felt himself spill into her, warmth flooding deep as her walls clenched around him in a trembling, soaking rush. Shimanto cried out softly, back arching sharp, mouth open in a high, gasping moan as she felt him pulse inside her, her own orgasm crashing through her, body tightening, shaking, toes curling hard against his back as she let herself fall completely into it.
They held onto each other through it, shaking and shuddering, mouths brushing soft, messy kisses wherever they could reach, jaw, cheek, shoulder, lips, anything, just to stay connected as they rode it out together.
When the last tremors eased, when the heat softened into a slow, aching warmth, they sagged into each other, both breathing hard, soft little laughs slipping out between kisses and shaky exhales.
Gently, he eased out of her, both of them flinching faintly at the oversensitive drag, and they let themselves sink back into the water, floating close, arms wrapped lazily around each other. Shimanto tucked herself into his side, head resting on his shoulder, her tail lazily coiling around his leg, her fingers tracing slow, affectionate patterns on his chest.
She hummed softly, pure contentment in her voice, nuzzling against him. "Mmm... my perfect husband" She whispered with a grin, lips brushing his jaw. "My favorite offering..."
He smiled, kissing the top of her damp hair, arms tightening just a little around her, holding her close as they drifted together in the cool, quiet water, hearts still beating fast but steady, warm in the afterglow of love.
Hours Later Form 2 ; )
The room was bathed in the golden hush of late afternoon, soft beams of sunlight slipping through the shoji screens and painting the tatami in warm stripes. Outside, the quiet murmur of the waterfall drifted faintly through the open window, a reminder of the hours they had left behind at the lake.
Shimanto lay sprawled atop the futon, bare skin glowing softly in the light, a picture of languid satisfaction. Her long, snowy hair spilled like silk across the pillows, brushing the curve of her shoulders and pooling around her waist. The delicate rise of her back led down to the graceful arch of her hips, pale and smooth, touched faintly pink where his hands had lingered earlier.
She rested on her stomach, propped slightly on her elbows, her soft chest pressed lightly into the futon, the gentle weight of it shifting as she breathed. Her legs were bent at the knees, feet lifted lazily in the air, toes curling and uncurling in an idle rhythm. Her long, scaled tail flicked slowly behind her, tracing faint, content loops in the air as she watched him.
Her red eyes were half-lidded, glowing with a sleepy, pleased heat as they followed him across the room. She didn't bother hiding the way she stared, drinking in the sight of him as he stepped from the bath, skin damp, hair tousled, a loose towel slung low around his waist.
A soft little hum slipped from her lips, almost a purr, as she tilted her head into one palm, the other hand brushing idly along the curve of her waist. Her smile was languid, lazy, a quiet mix of affection and hunger as her gaze roamed slowly over every inch of him.
When he looked over, catching her ogling so openly, she only smiled wider, eyes glinting playfully. She gave the faintest roll of her hips, the soft flesh of her ass shifting under the movement, just enough to make her tail flick sharper, teasing, as if daring him to hurry up and come closer.
There was no rush in her, no demand, just that deep, quiet glow of a wife completely at ease, sprawled out in the soft warmth of their room, waiting with pure, open want for the man she loved to join her.
He hadn't even crossed the room before the towel around his waist betrayed him, the unmistakable shape of him straining hard against the thin fabric, thick and ready again despite everything they'd already shared that afternoon.
Shimanto noticed immediately, red eyes flicking lower, a slow, sultry smile spreading across her lips. "Mmm... my husband has such vitality," She purred, voice soft and lilting, the praise slipping from her tongue like a caress. She arched her back slightly, shifting on the futon, the movement sending a delicate ripple through her ass, the soft flesh giving the faintest jiggle as her hips rolled lazily.
He huffed a breath, half-laugh, half-groan, dragging a hand through his damp hair as he crossed the room with a few quick, slightly awkward steps, fingers hooking into the towel and tugging it off without ceremony. The fabric dropped to the floor, leaving him bare in the sunlight, skin still warm and faintly flushed from the bath, his cock thick and heavy, already pulsing faintly with the heat simmering between them.
Shimanto giggled, low and sweet, tilting her head into her hand, eyes raking over him with open delight. She stretched luxuriously on the futon, the motion pressing her chest forward, the perfect curves of her breasts spilling slightly against the soft bedding, her back arching in a way that showed off every slope, every line, from the dip of her waist to the soft, irresistible round of her ass. Even her legs, bent at the knee, feet lifted lazily, flexed just faintly, delicate toes curling and uncurling with a slow, unconscious invitation.
She felt his gaze on her, the way it traced every inch, drinking her in, leaving her skin tingling in its wake, and she reveled in it, basking in the quiet hunger she stirred in him without even lifting a finger. Her tail flicked idly behind her, the tip brushing over the futon in a slow, lazy arc as she gave him the smallest, sweetest smile.
"Anything you want" She murmured softly, voice thick with affection, eyes half-lidded and glowing. "It's your turn now, my love."
She let out a slow, dreamy sigh, eyes fluttering as she settled deeper into the futon. "Mmm... the waterfall was... wonderful right?" She added, voice trailing off into a little, breathless laugh. "You made it perfect."
She glanced up at him again, pupils dilated, cheeks faintly pink, body stretched out and inviting, every inch of her waiting, open, and his for the taking.
The fleeting thought of drying his hair slipped from his mind the moment he saw her shift, her body stretching invitingly across the futon, soft skin glowing in the golden light. His eyes traced down the elegant slope of her back, lingering where her waist dipped and her ass rose in that perfect curve, all smooth, pale skin and faint pink marks where his fingers had already left their claim earlier.
Shimanto caught his gaze, red eyes glinting with amusement as her lips curved in a knowing smile. She giggled softly, low in her throat, the sound like silk-wrapped mischief. "Mmm... it's only fair, isn't it?" She murmured, the slightest roll of her hips making the soft flesh jiggle just enough to tempt him further. "You loved my chest all afternoon... you want this now, don't you, my love?"
He let out a soft breath, something between a laugh and a groan, and moved to kneel beside her on the futon. She lifted herself slightly, giving him room, her hands braced softly against the bedding, tail flicking once before coiling lazily around his leg.
His palm settled on her ass, fingers spreading wide, sinking into the warm, soft flesh with a slow squeeze. She let out a delighted little moan at the first touch, arching into his hand, pressing herself closer with a shameless, pleased sound.
He leaned down, mouth finding hers as his fingers continued to knead her ass, slow and greedy, drinking in the feel of her, the weight, the heat. Shimanto angled herself toward him with an eager little hum, one hand reaching back to grab his spare hand, weaving their fingers together in a quiet, grounding touch.
Their kiss was deep and slow, tongues curling lazily, soft gasps slipping between lips as he squeezed and groped her, the delicious warmth of his hand making her tremble just faintly under him. She moaned freely, happily, no need for restraint now that they were home, her voice soft and breathy, filling the room with quiet, lovely sounds.
When the kiss finally broke, a thin trail of saliva lingered between their lips as he pulled back, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, his hand giving one last slow squeeze before sliding away. Shimanto exhaled a shaky, eager breath, her cheeks flushed pink, head turning slightly as if to follow him, but he was already moving, slipping behind her, out of sight.
Her heart fluttered high in her chest, breath quickening with anticipation as she felt the soft dip of the futon shift behind her, heard the faint rustle of movement, and realized she couldn't see what he would do next, only feel it. And she shivered with excitement at the thought.
Then again, a wife like Shimanto knew her husband inside and out. She couldn't see him behind her, but she could feel the shift of the futon, the subtle dip of weight, the warm brush of his breath inching closer, and she knew exactly what was coming.
Still, when his face buried into her ass, arms wrapping around her thighs as he nuzzled and motorboated without shame, she couldn't stop the startled laugh that burst out of her. Her soft flesh jiggled under the playful assault, the tickling sensation shooting sparks up her spine. She bit her lip, trying valiantly to stifle the sound, but it only took a few seconds before she gave in, laughter spilling out in helpless waves as her legs squirmed around him, brushing against his chest and, at one point, grazing the hard length of his cock.
Finally, after what felt like forever, he pulled back, grinning like the absolute menace he was. Shimanto twisted halfway, cheeks flushed pink, breath still catching as she shot him a look over her shoulder.
"You... ass" She panted between soft giggles. "Pervert."
He smirked, voice low and unrepentant. "Careful. I'll do it again."
She rolled her eyes, even if he couldn't see it, and let out a soft huff, lowering herself fully onto the futon, cheek resting against the soft bedding. Her silver hair fanned out around her, white tail curling lazily behind, and she gave a slow, luxurious stretch.
"Mmm... is this what you plan to do to me the rest of the night?" She murmured, voice lilting and amused.
"Partly" He answered, his voice thick with affection and want.
Shimanto let out a soft, delighted hum, eyes fluttering closed in quiet anticipation. One hand drifted back, fingers slipping over the soft curve of her ass, squeezing lightly before she subtly pulled herself open, spreading just enough to give him a fuller view. Her voice floated back to him, light and teasing, "I made sure to wash with double the conviction, you know... because I know the pervert of a husband I have."
That was all the invitation he needed.
He leaned down, pressing his mouth to the soft, pale cheek, and gave a firm, playful bite. Shimanto let out a surprised moan, hips giving a faint jerk, a soft tremble running through her thighs as a faint red mark bloomed under his teeth.
She shivered faintly, the quiet thrill humming through her body as she relaxed back into the futon, smiling softly to herself, fully ready to let her beloved husband take whatever he wanted, for as long as he wanted, deep into the night.
He stared down at her, hands full of her ass, fingers digging in slow, kneading circles that left her soft flesh warming and reddening under his touch. His thumbs spread across the curve, pressing and squeezing, his palms gliding over every inch like he could memorize the shape of her just by touch. Shimanto let out soft, shallow moans, little breathy sounds of delight that vibrated straight through his chest, her voice quiet but loaded with affection.
She knew him too well. If left like this, he could probably kneel here for hours, lost in the slow, indulgent pleasure of simply molding her ass, feeling it give under his hands, watching it jiggle just faintly every time his grip tightened. But as much as she enjoyed being spoiled, as much as she adored the heat curling in her stomach every time his hands roamed over her, she wanted more, needed more.
With a little hum of mischief, she shifted.
Without breaking the rhythm of his touch, she slid one leg up, the smooth line of her calf brushing along his thigh, angling until her foot pressed softly against the underside of his cock. He sucked in a breath, the faintest shudder running through him as he glanced down, realization flickering sharp and immediate in his eyes.
Before he could even finish processing, she added the other leg, this time guiding the soft arch of her foot right over the thick, sensitive tip, her toes curling faintly as she pressed just enough to make him groan low under his breath.
Shimanto tilted her head slightly against the futon, voice a light, teasing whisper. "If you really wanted..." She murmured, her words a little sing-song "You could always add some lube."
She began to move her legs, slow, deliberate, smooth strokes that rolled between her calves and feet, sliding gently along the length of him. One foot massaged near the base, the other brushing and teasing the tip, her toes flexing just faintly as she worked him with the kind of precise, practiced care only a wife could offer.
Her body trembled softly under his hands as she kept her ass lifted for him, letting him mold and squeeze as much as he wanted, all while her slow footjob set his nerves alight, each stroke designed not to finish him, but to rile him up, to tip him just enough over the edge, to make sure that when he finally gave in, when he finally took her, it would be with every ounce of pent-up need she could coax out of him.
He took a moment, just a moment, to savor the sensation, her soft feet gliding along his length, the delicate press of her toes curling at the tip, the smooth, warm friction that made his breath catch. His hands kneaded her ass almost absently now, palms sliding over the soft curves as his mind swam somewhere between indulgence and raw need.
His gaze flicked to the side, spotting the conveniently placed bottle of lube, and with a small, breathless chuckle, he reached over, fingers curling around it. Without breaking his rhythm, he flipped the cap and poured a slow, generous stream over her ass, the cool liquid spilling in lazy rivulets down the center, tracing the dip of her back, the curve of her cheeks, until it reached the tight ring of her back hole.
Shimanto let out a surprised gasp, her body jolting faintly under his hands, hips giving a delicious little twitch as the cold hit. "Ah—! A little warning would've been nice" She half-moaned, half-laughed, the words dissolving into a shaky whimper when she felt his thumb glide gently down, slick with lube, circling slow, delicate presses at her rim.
She bit her lip, burying her face halfway into the futon, a flush blooming high on her cheeks. She couldn't lie to herself, not anymore, she had slowly, undeniably grown to love this, maybe too much, but he was always, always too good at it to resist.
This time, at least, he murmured a quiet, teasing "Just a heads-up, love" As he poured a second slow drizzle over his cock, the slick warmth coating the heavy length, and then, with a grin, over her feet as well. The lube made her soft skin even slipperier, every stroke of her toes along his shaft doubling in tease and ease, the delicate glide making his breath stutter in his throat.
Shimanto hummed in delight, the faintest giggle slipping from her lips as she adjusted, using her toes more now, curling them around the head, tracing slow, wicked circles, flexing faintly along the sensitive underside. Her calves pressed closer, guiding him, teasing him, her feet gliding up and down with a practiced, almost lazy rhythm as if daring him to lose control.
Behind her, he focused, thumb still gently working at her rim, circling, pressing just faintly, feeling the way her body fluttered around the touch, how she relaxed little by little, how the soft, slick sounds of his thumb easing in drew those helpless little moans from her throat. He took his time, feeling her open under the slow, careful preparation, her body pliant and eager, every soft squeeze and shift of her hips driving him just a little closer to breaking.
She turned her head just enough to glance back, red eyes heavy-lidded, voice honey-sweet and breathless. "Mmm... don't take too long, darling" She murmured, a grin playing at the corners of her lips, "I'm kind of hoping you'll fuck me till I can't move."
He groaned low, fingers tightening faintly at her hips, knowing full well she was winding him up on purpose and knowing full well that, like always, it was working.
Enough was finally enough.
His hand slipped from her waist, fingers wrapping firmly around his cock as he shifted forward, the slick head pressing between her cheeks, gliding slow and sure to her entrance. Shimanto felt it, hips tensing faintly, tail coiling tighter around his leg as her breath hitched, eyes fluttering half-shut as she braced herself.
Then, with one slow, careful thrust, he eased inside.
Her world flipped.
The thick stretch, the heat, the slow, aching push filled her in one smooth glide, and she realized, maybe too late, she had underestimated just how much she'd wanted this, how much her body had craved it. Her mouth fell open in a soft, shocked gasp, head tipping forward into the futon, fingers bunching hard into the fabric.
And then it hit.
A sharp, sudden orgasm tore through her, a sweet, electric shock racing down her spine, hips jerking as her eyes rolled back, her body trembling in tight, breathless waves. She felt everything all at once, the way her stiff, sensitive nipples dragged against the futon with every little movement, the wet heat of her soaked lower lips grinding faintly into the soft bedding, the hot, perfect throb of her core as it spasmed helplessly, and above all, the delicious, overwhelming stretch of him filling her ass, snug and pulsing, driving her body into a haze of raw sensation.
He gave her a moment, just a breath, before his hands slid to her hips, fingers curling firm, thumbs pressing into her lower back as he began to move. Slow at first, dragging out, the thick slide of his cock pulling against her tightness before pushing back in, deeper, firmer, filling her all over again.
Shimanto let out a choked, muffled sound, biting down into the futon to catch her voice, but the effort didn't last.
"You... you've made me such a pervert..." She gasped out between moans, her voice breaking sweetly, hips pushing back on instinct, the flush burning down her cheeks as she felt herself clench tight around him. "I never... ngh— never used to... want this so bad..."
His pace picked up, slow, grinding thrusts turning sharper, his hips snapping forward as the soft slap of skin on skin filled the room. Each push made her jolt, her ass rippling under his hands, the weight of him pressing her hips deeper into the futon, her nipples dragging, her soaked folds grinding, every nerve alight.
"I c-can't— gods, I c-can't help it" She whimpered, eyes squeezed tight as she bit into the pillow, muffling the soft, needy cries spilling out of her. "You're too... too good, you always... ngh, f-fill me so perfectly—"
She felt herself coming undone, her thighs trembling, toes curling, fingers digging desperate little claw marks into the futon as he fucked her harder, his cock driving deep into her ass with every thrust. Her moans blurred into breathless sobs, little gasping sounds of "more, more, more" slipping out between broken praises and shaky laughter.
"I love it, I love it, I love it— gods, please, don't stop—" She babbled, voice dissolving into pure, desperate need, her back arching, her hips pressing back to meet him, her body reduced to pure, sweet, aching sensation.
Every push, every pull, every sharp, perfect thrust melted her further, the Dragon Goddess turned into a trembling, breathless mess under her husband's hands, face buried in the futon, mouth parted in gasping, helpless moans, the only word she seemed to remember by the end being his name.
Shimanto's moans spilled out unrestrained now, no pillow could catch them, no careful bite could muffle the needy sounds clawing up her throat. Each thrust rocked her forward on the futon, hips jolting under his hold, soft flesh rippling as he drove into her with a hard, steady rhythm that made her body sing.
"Ah— gods, yes, just like that" She gasped, voice breaking on a thin, trembling moan. Her fingers clawed at the bedding, bunching the sheets as her back arched deeper, ass pushing back into him with eager, hungry little rolls. "You're so deep— s-so good inside me— ngh, fuck, I c-can't even think—"
Her mind was a haze, swimming in heat, in pleasure, in the raw pulse of being wanted, being held, being taken exactly the way she craved. She felt every inch of him, every deep push, every retreat that left her clenching tight around nothing for a heartbeat before he filled her all over again, stretching her open, making her shake.
"Please, please, don't stop, I want it, I w-want all of you" She whimpered, voice rising high and thin. "Use me, gods, j-just— ngh— grab me harder, fuck me harder, I'm yours, I'm y-yours, husband, please—"
His hands dug in, gripping her hips with rough purpose, fingertips sinking into soft skin, holding her steady as he slammed forward, his thighs slapping against her with wet, sharp sounds that sent little shocks of pleasure tearing through her. Her legs trembled, thighs quaking, tail wrapping and squeezing tight around his waist as if to pull him even closer, to keep him buried deep, to let him own every inch of her.
"I c-can feel it, gods, you're gonna— ngh, y-you're gonna break me—" She sobbed softly, eyes fluttering back, mouth parted in helpless, trembling moans. "I love you, I love you so much, no one— no one makes me feel like this, no one ever c-could—"
She could feel herself spiraling, her body clenching tight, nerves lit up like wildfire, every thrust pushing her higher, closer, sharper. Her nipples rubbed raw against the futon, her lower lips a soaked, throbbing mess against the fabric, every nerve ending in her body tuned to the way he moved inside her, the hard, hungry snap of his hips, the hot, perfect press of his cock splitting her open over and over.
"Ah— ah fuck—!" She cried, voice breaking into a thin, helpless wail. "Please, please, f-fill me, cum inside, I w-want it, I wanna f-feel you, all of you, p-please, love—"
Her words blurred into sobbing moans, gasping his name like a prayer, shaking under the weight of his hands, his body, his need. And all the while, her heart pounded through it all, full of heat, full of love, full of the wild, messy joy of being completely his.
Shimanto's body gave first, her legs tensed sharply, toes curling hard against the futon, back arching as her breath hitched and broke into a high, gasping cry. She clenched around him, a tight, rippling squeeze that rolled through her ass, drawing a sharp groan from his throat as she came hard, hips jerking, mouth open and trembling.
"Cumming!" She sobbed out, voice dissolving into a desperate wail as waves of pleasure crashed through her, her mind blanking into raw, shaking bliss. Her nails dug into the bedding, her cheek pressed hard into the futon, a helpless, loving mess under him.
Seconds later, he followed, the sharp snap of his hips turning ragged as his hands gripped her, fingers digging into her waist, pulling her down onto him as his cock throbbed deep inside. A deep, guttural groan tore from his chest as he pushed forward one last time, hips grinding flush against her, his whole weight pressing over her trembling body as he came hard, spilling deep, filling her with thick, hot warmth that sent another faint, shuddering moan spilling from her lips.
She barely had a moment to breathe, her face still buried in the pillow, before his hand slid up, curling at her cheek, angling her head back toward him. His mouth found hers, hungry, desperate, kissing her through the last fading aftershocks as their bodies rocked faintly together, still trembling from release.
She whimpered into his mouth, kissed back with every ounce of feeling left in her, breath hot and shaky, tasting the love and heat and mess of it all as his hips finally stilled.
When at last he eased out of her, carefully, tenderly, they both collapsed onto the futon, breathless, wrecked, and laughing faintly under their gasps. He fell to her side, pulling her close, and Shimanto melted into him without hesitation, curling against his chest, wrapping her arms around him with all the soft, exhausted strength left in her.
Her tail draped lazily over his thigh, her face nuzzling into his neck, and her smile, pure, glowing, blissful, lit up her whole face as she let out a dreamy sigh. "Mmm... my perfect husband" She murmured softly, voice thick with love and satisfaction, "My favorite... forever."
And there, tangled in warmth, they let the quiet night hold them close, bodies humming, hearts full, wrapped up in each other.
Chapter 31: 30k Special. Bunnygirls Galore With Kearsarge and New Jersey
Summary:
This one made me struggle, I like it, one of my new favs it was just a mess, it might still have a mistake or too. Anyways, hope you enjoyyyy
Chapter Text
The Commander stepped inside, the door shutting quietly behind him, the weight of the day pressing down like lead on his shoulders. His head was heavy, the ache behind his eyes a dull throb, his legs moving on habit alone. Meetings, papers, voices, numbers, endless demands, and all he wanted now was to throw himself onto the bed and not rise for two days. Maybe three. His fingers reached up, rubbing at his temples, a tired sigh slipping free.
And then he saw them.
There, in the soft glow of the living room, two figures waiting just for him.
New Jersey stood with a hand on her hip, long blue hair cascading down her back, the sleek black of her bunny girl outfit hugging every sharp, playful curve. Her bunny ears tilted slightly, catching the light with a flicker, the gloss of her tights glimmering as she shifted her weight. A grin tugged at her lips, bright and mischievous, eyes dancing as they met his.
Beside her, Kearsarge, calm and stunning, silver-white hair falling smooth over her shoulders, the white and purple of her own bunny suit framing her in an ethereal glow. Her expression was softer, her smile small but full, eyes warm as they watched him, taking in every line of his tired face.
The Commander stopped, breath catching in his throat. His heart jumped, skipped once, twice, a heat curling low in his chest that had nothing to do with exhaustion. He could feel the corners of his mouth tugging upwards before he could stop them, the weight in his chest pulling tighter but sweeter now.
New Jersey was the first to move, her heels clicking softly on the floor as she crossed the space, arms slipping up and around his shoulders, pressing herself flush against him. Her scent was sweet, sharp, like fruit and fire, her cheek brushing his as she laughed softly near his ear.
"Poor honey, you look awful" She murmured, nuzzling in closer, her fingers trailing lightly through his hair.
Kearsarge was at his other side, one cool hand sliding against his jaw, tilting his face gently toward her. "You have been working too hard again, Commander" She whispered, the low, even hum of her voice washing over him as her fingers smoothed softly down the side of his neck.
He exhaled a shaky breath, the smile on his face spreading helplessly, warmly. "Yeah" He admitted, voice rough at the edges, "I. . .yeah." His arms lifted, wrapping around them both, one pulling New Jersey tighter at his waist, the other sliding around Kearsarge's side, fingers brushing along the curve of her back. Neither pulled away, neither flinched as his hands wandered faintly, instinctively. They only pressed closer.
Two soft kisses met his lips at once, delicate, featherlight, the warmth of them melting against him, stealing what was left of the cold from his body.
"Welcome home, honey" New Jersey breathed, her forehead resting against his.
"Welcome home, Commander" Kearsarge echoed, a gentle smile curving her lips as she leaned in, her silver hair brushing over his skin.
His eyes closed for a moment, his chest tightening, a low sound rumbling faintly in his throat. "I love you" He murmured, the words slipping out easy, true, steady as his hands drew them in again.
They answered in perfect time, one soft and teasing, the other cool and tender, wrapping around him like a net pulled tight.
"We love you too."
New Jersey giggled softly, pressing a small kiss just beneath his ear, her fingers lacing through his. Kearsarge's hand slid down, cool fingers twining with his other hand, a soft squeeze, grounding and sure.
"Come" Kearsarge whispered, voice like a hush of silk.
"We have the night all planned, honey" New Jersey purred, her grin curling wider as she pulled back just enough to meet his eyes.
With one girl holding each of his hands, they led him slowly, steadily, lovingly toward the bedroom, their steps soft and sure, his heart thudding high and hard in his chest, his smile wide and warm, his body already humming with the feel of them, the promise of them, the sweetness of coming home.
They guided him to the bedroom, fingers still laced with his, soft laughter in their voices, small smiles playing on their lips as they drew him across the threshold.
The room was dim, the light low and warm, but what caught his eye first was the long silver pole in the center, gleaming faintly where the light kissed its surface. In any other moment, the Commander might have asked, when had this been installed, was it temporary, why was it even here? But tonight, none of it mattered.
He let himself sit, the edge of the bed dipping beneath his weight, fingers still woven with theirs. They didn't pull away, not yet, only smiled, one playful, one serene, and stepped in closer.
New Jersey's blue hair shimmered as she slid to his left, climbing easily onto his lap, her leg curling over his, pressing close, her body warm and soft against his side. Kearsarge took the right, pale hair falling like silk over her shoulders, her own weight settling next to him, a cool, steady presence grounding him even as his heart pounded harder.
Their free hands pressed to his chest, soft palms over his heartbeat, as if feeling every unsteady thrum beneath.
And then, without hesitation, Kearsarge leaned in.
Her kiss landed firm, sure, nothing like the small, featherlight touches she usually gave. There was no pause, no idea of a warning, just the press of her mouth to his, the firm slide of her fingers up his jaw as she cupped his face, and then the slow, devastating sweep of her tongue curling past his lips.
The Commander's eyes fluttered, his throat tightened, his body stilled under her, hands tightening faintly where they were tangled with theirs. There was no chance of pushing back, no need. He let himself sink, let Kearsarge take everything she wanted, her lips melting against his, her tongue stroking, curling, coaxing, until all he could do was grip her hand tighter and feel himself unravel beneath the taste of her.
Beside them, New Jersey watched with quiet awe, her eyes wide, lips parting in a soft, honeyed laugh as she leaned in close, nuzzling at the Commander's ear.
"She's been real serious about this, you know" New Jersey cooed softly, her breath a tease against his skin, her voice curling warm and sweet. "Ever since we planned this night. Told me she wanted to surprise you. Take the lead a little."
Her fingers slipped down, slow, teasing, trailing over his chest, down his stomach, curling lightly over the bulge already straining at his pants.
"Mmh... how's it feel, honey?" She whispered, voice low, honeyed, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Having her like this. Usually so quiet, so composed, and now she's... drowning you in her kiss."
Her palm cupped him gently, fingers soft, tracing just enough to make him twitch faintly under her touch.
"Her lips gotta be soft, huh...?" New Jersey purred, her grin curling wider, voice a little breathless now. "Her tongue... perfect, right? Wrapping all around yours..."
Her fingers gave a slow, teasing squeeze, her breath a giggle against his ear.
"Want a kiss like that from me too, honey? Want both your girls to spoil you tonight? Let us put you on the receiving end of everything we've been saving just for you...?"
He was never given a chance to answer any of those questions, if his mind even managed to process them at all.
Both women were already guiding him, guiding his hands where they wanted him to touch.
Kearsarge took his right hand, cool fingers wrapping gently around his wrist, bringing it down, lower, sliding it behind her until his palm pressed firmly against the curve of her ass. She let out a soft, pleased hum, settling back onto his lap, her weight pressing into his hand, her own arm draping over his to encourage, to tell him without words to squeeze, to claim, to hold her just like that. She shifted, a subtle roll of her hips, making sure he understood.
New Jersey giggled against his ear, fingers tangling with his left hand, bringing it first to her stomach, smooth under his palm. From there, he moved on his own, trailing upward, fingertips brushing the soft skin above the edge of her suit, feeling the slow rise and fall of her breaths. She let out a laugh, low and warm.
"Mm, there you go, honey... always your favorite, huh?" She teased softly, voice dipping into a purr as his hand traced higher over the swell of her chest. Her lips brushed his ear, her breath hot, wet sounds filling his head as she kissed softly along the edge, tongue darting out just enough to make him shiver.
His lungs burned, his breath catching as Kearsarge finally, reluctantly, pulled back. Her lips were red, kissed raw, her pale cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded and hazy but so soft, so heavy with love he felt like he could choke on it.
A thin, glistening string of saliva still connected them, trembling in the faint space between their parted lips. Kearsarge leaned forward without a word, let her tongue dart out, slowly, deliberately, tasting it, gathering it before pulling back, exhaling faintly,
For a second, she opened her mouth, a familiar habit, as if to report his vitals, but she stopped herself, tilted her head slightly to the side instead, and smiled at him.
A smile that was in no way fair.
His chest tightened, his body tensed, his mind spun in the haze of it and then New Jersey moved.
"C'mere, honey" She cooed softly, one hand sliding up to cup his face, her thumb brushing over his cheek. Her grin was bright, her eyes warm, and then her lips were on his.
His fingers tightened instinctively, his grip on them both pulling just a little harder, drawing shallow, breathless sounds from their throats.
New Jersey kissed him with all the heat she carried, all the laughter, all the want, all the need. It was demanding, fierce, a kiss that swallowed his thoughts and flooded his head with nothing but her. Her tongue swept into his mouth, curling, teasing, pulling him deeper, her hand still lazily teasing at his lap, stroking, pressing, working him up as her body pressed in tighter.
Kearsarge eased back slightly, a faint inkling of space between them, trying to shift, to start whatever they had planned next but the hand still firmly cupping her ass told her all she needed to know.
She laughed softly under her breath, a quiet, helpless sound, then reached down and gently lifted his hand away, pressing small, deliberate kisses to each of his knuckles, one after the other, slow and tender. She guided his hand away, placing it carefully at New Jersey's hip, settling it right against the curve of her ass before drawing back, her heels clicking faintly against the floor.
He couldn't even see her anymore, not with New Jersey now fully in his lap, straddling him, her body warm and flush against his, her mouth still claiming his, her fingers still working at him with a slow, wicked patience.
He didn't realize how many seconds had slipped by, how many heartbeats thudded in his chest, not until Kearsarge's voice floated softly through the haze.
"I'm ready" She said, calm and composed, as if she hadn't just been kissing him senseless. Her voice came from somewhere just ahead, her tone smooth as silk, the faintest lilt of excitement curling at the edge. "New Jersey, you may begin."
New Jersey eased back slightly, her blue hair brushing over his cheek as she leaned back to look at him. Her smile was bright, her eyes soft and glittering with mischief as she let out a small, delighted giggle.
"Oh honey... you're so lost" She cooed, brushing her nose gently against his. "Completely gone already, huh? But that's okay... it's perfect."
In a motion he barely grasped, her hands were everywhere at once. Clothes peeled away, buttons slipped free, his skin kissed by the cool air of the room as fabric fell aside. He didn't realize he was naked until the last second, the warmth of her body pressed flush against his back, her chest, still wrapped in black gloss, pressing against his shoulder blades, her arms curling around his chest, fingers splayed wide.
Her legs moved, guiding his own, parting them just enough, bracketing him, holding him.
New Jersey giggled softly against his ear, voice dipping low, honey-thick, the faintest vibration of laughter against his skin. "Tell me, honey... what do you think of her?"
He forced his eyes forward, tried to focus, to pull a thought from the mess his brain had become.
There was Kearsarge, already poised at the pole, one hand sliding up its gleaming length, silver hair catching the light, white and purple hugging every line of her body. She moved with effortless grace, slow and deliberate, the soft arch of her back, the subtle roll of her hips.
His breath caught, chest tightening, his mouth parting helplessly. Only one word made it past his lips.
"Beautiful..."
Kearsarge's lips curved into a soft, glowing smile, her eyes half-lidded, pleased, the faintest flush blooming across her cheeks. "Thank you, Commander" She murmured, the words low, thick with warmth. "I'm happy you think so."
And then she began to move.
The slide of her body along the pole, the long stretch of her leg, the slow grind of her hips, every motion designed to draw the eye, to hold it, to steal his breath without even trying.
Meanwhile, New Jersey's hands began to roam.
One slipped down, fingers curling around him properly now, warm and sure, stroking slowly, deliberately, coaxing, teasing, bringing him to full hardness with an easy, practiced rhythm. The other skimmed up, fingertips brushing lightly over his chest, circling, then pressing just faintly against his nipple, a soft tease, a flicker of sensation that made his breath stutter in his throat.
Her mouth hovered by his ear, lips grazing the edge, voice a low, conspiratorial whisper.
"Do you know" She purred, her breath hot "Why there's no music playing, honey...?"
His whole body twitched, a shudder rippling through him as Kearsarge twisted, hips rolling, ass arching just so, the soft sheen of her suit brushing against the gleaming pole.
He couldn't answer. His mouth opened, no sound came out.
New Jersey giggled, slow and sweet, pressing a kiss just beneath his ear.
"It's so you can hear everything" She murmured, her grip stroking a little tighter, a little slower. "The gasps she makes... the sound of the suit brushing the pole..."
Her tongue flicked out, a soft, wet trace along his ear, her whisper dipping lower still.
"And most importantly... my voice... right here... telling you just how much we're going to ruin you tonight..."
New Jersey's hand stroked him slow at first, fingers curling just right, the drag of her palm sure and teasing. Her other hand toyed at his chest, circling, pressing, a slow, lazy roll over his nipple that made his breath hitch, his hips twitch.
"Look at her, honey" New Jersey whispered, lips brushing his ear, her voice a soft purr that vibrated down his spine. "Watch her for me, mm? Watch how she moves... how she wraps that pretty body around that pole..."
Kearsarge's fingers slid high, gripping the silver length, her body arching as she twisted, white and purple suit stretched tight over the curve of her ass, the faintest shimmer tracing the lines of her thighs. One leg lifted, slow, graceful, hooking around the pole, hips rolling as she leaned back, silver hair tumbling down in a soft wave.
"Mm, you see that?" New Jersey murmured, giving him a slow, firm stroke, her thumb brushing teasingly over the tip. "See the way she's showing off that ass... pulling you in, honey, like she knows you're watching every damn second..."
Her teeth grazed his ear, a light, playful nip, breathy laughter curling in the space between them.
"She's always so calm, isn't she... but look at her now" New Jersey went on, her hand squeezing, twisting lightly on the upstroke. "Gripping that pole like it's you... spreading those thighs, slow and wide, fuck... she's gorgeous, isn't she, honey...? And all that... all of it... that's yours..."
Kearsarge arched, sliding down with a slow, deliberate grind, her ass rolling, pressing, flaunting every inch as she spun, the soft click of her heels hitting the floor, thighs flexing as she caught herself with an easy, practiced strength. She leaned in, back curving, chest pushing out just enough, the shimmer of the suit brushing faintly against the cool metal.
New Jersey let out a soft hum, her hand working him a little faster now, just enough to make him gasp, to make his hips lift helplessly into her palm.
"She's so good, isn't she...?" New Jersey breathed, kissing just under his jaw, her words a thick, sweet flood against his skin. "So good at showing off for you... and oh, honey, you should see her face... all flushed, all soft... knowing you're watching her, hard in my hand, moaning just for her..."
Her palm stroked, squeezed, slow twist at the top, thumb brushing over his sensitive tip as her other hand pinched lightly at his nipple, teasing, rolling, making his chest tremble under her touch.
"She's yours, honey," New Jersey whispered, lips brushing his ear, her voice a low, molten purr. "Just like I am... every curve, every moan, every gasp on that stage... and we're just getting started..."
The Commander's hips jolted up, a sharp, helpless thrust into New Jersey's hand, but before he could even feel the rush building, her legs moved, strong and sure, pressing his thighs down, locking him in place.
"Nuh-uh, honey" New Jersey giggled softly against his ear, her voice thick with warmth and playful mischief. "What's with that little jump, huh? Think I'm not gonna let you cum?"
Her hand slipped away from his cock, dragging a faint, teasing trail up his stomach as she settled both hands on his chest, fingers sliding to tease at both nipples now, pinching, rolling, tugging with a slow, wicked patience.
"This ain't punishment, honey" She purred, brushing her lips along his ear, laughing soft and low as she felt him twitch under her touch. "You can cum whenever you want. To her ass, her tits, her thighs, that pretty face of hers..."
But her hands never left his chest.
She left him twitching in the air, breath catching, cock straining, every nerve lit up and shaking under her teasing touch. Her fingers played over his nipples, gentle tugs, soft twists, making sure every pulse through him stayed tight, heavy, aching.
"Or..." she whispered, her grin curling against his skin "Am I just lying, honey...?"
She flicked her thumbs lightly, tugged again, feeling him jerk, hearing the soft, choked sounds in his throat as he tried to hold back, to keep still, to endure.
"Look at her," New Jersey breathed, nuzzling in closer, her voice wrapping tight around him.
Kearsarge was shifting now, her body arching, chest pressing forward, arms curling gracefully around the pole. She slid her hands down, slow, sure, the swell of her breasts pushing against the white and purple of her suit, soft flesh spilling just faintly over the top as she rolled her shoulders, grinding slow, deliberate circles against the cool metal.
"She's showing you everything, honey" New Jersey murmured, kissing lightly along the edge of his ear, her breath hot and sweet. "Look at how she pushes her chest out for you... mmh, fuck, look at the way those tits bounce when she grinds down like that..."
The Commander's breath came shallow, his hips trembling faintly, every muscle in his body coiled, tight, shivering.
"Think you could cum just from this?" New Jersey teased softly, her voice a low hum, almost thoughtful, as her fingers danced teasing arcs over his nipples. "Just from watching her like this... no touch, no stroke, just her... just our Kearsarge, putting on this perfect little show..."
No answer came. His mouth worked, his breath hitched, but no words made it past his lips.
New Jersey laughed softly, kissing his ear, nipping just lightly as her hand slipped back down, wrapping around his cock again, this time stroking harder, tighter, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head with every pass.
"Mmh, that's it, honey..." She whispered, her voice hot, drenched in heat. "We're almost there, y'know... you can let go anytime now, anytime you want... we're in the final stretch..."
His whole body tightened, hips shuddering under the weight of her grip, as his eyes stayed locked forward, caught on Kearsarge.
She was moaning now, soft, breathy sounds slipping free as she ground harder against the pole, her thighs flexing, the glint of her suit catching the light as she rolled, as she arched, as she let herself move for him, only for him.
His breath came in ragged, desperate pulls, his hands shaking faintly at his sides, holding on by a thread, barely, barely, barely.
He came hard.
The rush tore through him, thick, hot ropes shooting out in heavy bursts that splattered across the carpet in messy, uncontrollable waves.
New Jersey didn't stop.
Her hand worked him through every shudder, every jolt, every desperate pulse, her grip tight and sure, stroking him through the spill, coaxing every last drop.
"Mmh, that's it, honey... so good for us... yeah, let it all out, every bit, just like that..." She whispered, voice a soft rush against his ear, her lips brushing, her breath wrapping him in dizzy warmth.
In front of him, Kearsarge kept moving.
Her body never faltered, hips grinding slow, arms curling against the pole, silver-white hair brushing over flushed skin. Her eyes were half-lidded, soft, glowing, fixed entirely on him as he came apart, the faintest smile curving her lips, pride lighting every inch of her as she watched him fall to pieces for them both.
Only when his hips twitched weakly, the last tremor spilling free, did Kearsarge let her fingers slip from the pole, her heels clicking softly as she eased to a stop.
New Jersey's soft giggle bubbled against his ear, but even she jolted faintly when Kearsarge moved, slipping gracefully to her knees, lowering herself down, then onto all fours.
She crawled forward.
Slow. Sure. Eyes fixed on him, pink irises shimmering, a soft, breathless smile curling at her lips as she closed the space.
His mind barely caught up, his body shuddering through the last waves of orgasm, but the sight of Kearsarge like that, crawling, flushed, eyes hazed with something sweet and dark, pulled a sudden, helpless twitch from his cock, a last, sharp pulse that sent one final spurt spilling out.
It hit her cheek, caught her nose, smeared faintly over the soft pink of her lips.
Kearsarge gasped softly, blinking once, the faintest hitch in her breath.
New Jersey let out a low, delighted coo, her giggle warm and irresistible against his ear. "Oh, honey, look what you did... mmh, you've gone and made Kearsarge a little pervert, just like you did to me first..."
The Commander shuddered, a full-body ripple, his breath catching, chest heaving.
But Kearsarge only smiled.
She lifted one pale hand, delicate fingers gathering the mess she could reach, her tongue slipping out, soft and slow, licking clean what it could touch. Her lashes fluttered faintly, a low, quiet sound slipping from her throat as she tasted him, her pink eyes glowing, wide, gleaming with a light that made his stomach twist, his chest clench, his cock twitch faintly in the air.
She sighed, a soft, dreamy sound, her gaze dropping lower, her smile widening, almost dizzy, almost drunk.
"...It can't be left like this," She murmured softly, voice airy, dazed, warm. "I have to... clean you properly, Commander..."
She leaned forward, slow, deliberate, pink eyes flickering up, the faintest shimmer of hearts blooming inside them as she pressed close.
Her tongue slipped out once, a light, careful lick over his tip, soft and sweet, sending a sharp jolt through his tired, overstimulated body. He almost jumped, his hips twitching, his breath catching but New Jersey's arms were already around him, holding him steady, giggling softly as she kissed the side of his face.
"Ah-ah, honey... stay still" She whispered, her voice soft and low. "Don't you dare stop her now... let Kear do her work..."
And Kearsarge sank lower, lips parting, breath ghosting over sensitive skin, and took him into her mouth, slow, deep, a wet, perfect heat wrapping around him as her hands settled gently at his thighs.
Kearsarge moved slow at first, her lips soft, careful, her mouth wrapping around him in a warmth that wasn't rushed, wasn't hungry, just devoted. Her tongue swept slow, tasting, savoring, brushing gentle flicks along the underside, gathering every trace with precise, tender strokes.
The Commander's moans shuddered out, his body twitching faintly in New Jersey's hold, every nerve still ringing, every muscle tight from the last release. But Kearsarge didn't push, she worked him back carefully, coaxing, caressing, her head dipping just enough, her cheeks hollowing faintly around him with each soft pull.
New Jersey giggled against his ear, her arms draped around his shoulders, her chest pressing to his back, lips brushing little kisses along his jaw. "Mmh, look at you, honey... you're shaking... you holding on okay up here?"
He barely managed a sound, a faint, hoarse noise, his hands twitching helplessly at his sides.
Kearsarge hummed faintly around him, the vibration shooting up his spine, her fingers curling lightly at his thighs, just holding, steadying, making sure he stayed right where she wanted. And little by little, despite himself, despite the overstimmed edge, the warmth flooded back, the twitch, the throb, the slow, unmistakable rise.
Kearsarge pulled back with a faint, soft pop, her tongue slipping out to lap gently at the sensitive tip, her pink eyes glowing up at him with a smile that was nothing short of radiant.
"...You're ready again, Commander" She whispered softly, voice honeyed, dazed, sweet. "May I... offer more?"
Her hands lifted, slow, graceful, sliding up the smooth curves of her chest, pushing them together with an almost reverent care.
New Jersey's voice hitched out in a soft laugh, her mouth brushing the shell of his ear, giggling as she watched Kearsarge settle into place. "Oh honey, like you could say no..."
Kearsarge pressed close, the soft, perfect warmth of her chest wrapping around his cock in a tight, flawless seal. She gave one experimental shift, squeezing lightly, her skin slick and heated, and the Commander's hips jerked helplessly in response.
Kearsarge smiled faintly, her lashes fluttering, her breathing soft.
And then she started.
Not slow. Not teasing.
She set a rhythm right away, firm, steady, sure. Her hands cupped the sides, pushing in just right, sliding up and down with a pace that made his breath tear out in shaky, broken gasps, made his body lock tight, made New Jersey's laughter spill soft and silky against his ear.
"There we go, honey..." New Jersey purred, kissing his cheek, his neck, his shoulder. "You just sit back... let her take care of you... let us both take care of you..."
And Kearsarge worked him with perfect, practiced motion, her soft chest wrapping, squeezing, sliding, every shift pulling another ragged sound from his throat, every pass bringing him closer, faster, harder, all over again.
New Jersey, of course, wasn't one to stay idle.
Her hand slid up, fingers curling under his jaw, turning his face toward her, and without a pause, she kissed him, deep, hot, breathless, her tongue slipping past his lips, tasting every shaky sound he made. Her body pressed tighter against his back, arms wrapping him in, and as her mouth worked his, her hands darted back to his chest, fingertips finding his nipples again.
Soft pinches, teasing rolls, flicks just light enough to send sharp jolts through his trembling body.
The Commander gasped into her mouth, his hips jerking, but New Jersey held him down firm, her legs tight around his, her thighs locking him steady, keeping him from fucking up into the perfect heaven of Kearsarge's chest.
And for a second, just a second, he thought maybe that was it, at least with New Jersey's mouth occupied, maybe there'd be no more words to twist his mind, no teasing to send him fully over the edge.
But then Kearsarge spoke.
Soft. Calm. That even, quiet voice of hers, perfectly measured, a little mechanical and yet somehow, it punched through his chest, made his heart hammer so hard it hurt.
"Commander" Kearsarge murmured, her voice low, smooth, sliding into his ears like silk. "Did you... like my dance?"
He couldn't answer. His mouth worked, a faint choked sound spilling free, but no words came.
She knew. Oh, she knew.
Her soft smile deepened, her pink eyes flicking up, lidded, glowing.
"What part... of me" She continued slowly, voice brushing like velvet over every raw nerve "Did you like most... in this outfit?"
Her chest squeezed, soft, warm, perfect, sliding up and down his cock with slow, sure pumps, a few deliberate strokes between every word.
"...My ass, perhaps?" She asked softly, her head tilting faintly, lashes fluttering. Pump. Pump. Pump.
"...My breasts...?" She murmured, voice dipping just a little warmer. Pump. Pump. Pump.
"...My thighs...?" Her fingers pressed faintly, pushing in, wrapping tighter. Pump. Pump. Pump.
"...My face...?" She asked, her mouth curling faintly as she leaned a little closer, tongue slipping out just enough to flick softly against his tip before sliding right back between her soft skin. Pump. Pump. Pump.
New Jersey was shuddering behind him, her own breath hitched, her giggles flooding against his mouth, his ear, as she kissed him again, as her hands kept teasing, tugging, twisting his nipples, feeling every ripple Kearsarge's voice sent tearing through his body.
"Would you have... preferred" Kearsarge whispered, soft, deliberate "To cum... on one of those, Commander...?"
His hips jerked, a strangled sound catching in his throat but New Jersey's thighs squeezed tight, holding him down, her giggle muffled into his neck.
"Would you ask me... to wear this again...?" Kearsarge asked softly, her chest still sliding, still squeezing, still working him with slow, perfect care. "To dance again...? Or... would you want something new... just for you...?"
New Jersey was practically trembling behind him, doing mental flips at just how completely Kearsarge had him, at how utterly she was wrecking him, at how much damage she was causing with just her voice, just her quiet, innocent questions, all while New Jersey was the one feeling his thighs flexing, trembling, fighting to move, to fuck, to break free, and failing.
He was drowning. Drowning in touch, in heat, in voice, in pleasure. And neither woman had any intention of letting him surface.
Kearsarge felt it, the sharp, desperate twitch of his cock, the way his hips flexed under New Jersey's hold, the way his breath broke, caught, ragged in his throat.
Her soft smile deepened, her pink eyes shimmering, and without a word, she leaned in.
The perfect heat of her chest still wrapped tight around him, but now her mouth came too, her lips brushing over the sensitive, flushed tip, her tongue slipping out to flick, slow and teasing, tiny laps that barely touched, just enough to make him jolt, to make his hands clench uselessly at the sheets.
New Jersey giggled softly against his neck, her fingers never stopping, still tugging at his chest, still kissing just under his ear, her thighs pressing him down firm, making sure he couldn't buck, couldn't thrust, couldn't do anything but shake and take it.
"Mmh... you feel that, honey?" She whispered, her voice a warm, wet flood. "She knows... she knows you're right there..."
Kearsarge gave another slow, torturous lick, her lips brushing, her breath soft, her hands squeezing his thighs just faintly as she felt him pulse, felt him tremble, felt the way he was barely hanging on.
And then. . .
He broke.
It hit hard, sharp, tearing through him, his whole body arching as much as New Jersey's grip allowed, his cock jumping in Kearsarge's tits, thick, hot bursts spilling over her tongue, over her lips, over the flushed, soft skin of her chest.
Kearsarge let out a soft, pleased sound, her mouth opening just enough to catch him, her tongue working gently, careful, slow, drawing out every spurt, every last pulse, coaxing it all free.
New Jersey purred against his ear, her voice thick, sweet, drunk on the sound of his ragged gasps, his helpless groans, her fingers soothing lightly over his chest as his body trembled through the aftershocks.
"Mmh, that's it, honey... that's it... let it all out for us..." She murmured, kissing just under his jaw, feeling him shudder, feeling the heat spill away as Kearsarge's mouth stayed soft, careful, loving, making sure not a drop was left behind.
And when he finally slumped, body slack, breath shaky, chest heaving, the two of them stayed close, Kearsarge nuzzling softly against his thigh, lips faintly parted, eyes glowing up at him with quiet, glowing pride; New Jersey curled around him from behind, giggling softly, her arms wrapped snug, holding him through the calm that followed.
They gave him the seconds he desperately needed.
The Commander lay back, his chest heaving, every breath trembling faintly as the tension bled out of his body. His cock rested soft and spent between the warm, pillowy press of Kearsarge's chest, twitching faintly with the last flickers of sensation.
Kearsarge shifted only slightly, the soft brush of her hair slipping over his skin as she lowered her head, pressing a delicate, featherlight kiss against his trembling thigh.
New Jersey had moved, sliding up behind him, her body folding to sit on her legs, arms curling easily around his shoulders, her cheek resting briefly against the top of his head. She pressed soft, tender kisses into his hair, the giggle in her throat gentle now, fond, her fingers brushing lightly along his neck.
"Mmh, honey..." She whispered softly, lips brushing against his scalp, "I hope you're enjoying this part of the night..."
It took him a moment, longer than a moment but finally, his voice slipped free, rough and thin and wrecked.
"I... I don't know if I can give you another..."
His eyes dropped, hazy, half-lidded, to where his cock rested, caught soft and helpless between the perfect mounds of Kearsarge's chest.
The white-haired woman lifted her head slowly, pink eyes glowing with quiet affection, her soft smile tilting faintly as she met his gaze.
"We... do have something to bring you back, Commander" She murmured gently, her voice low, calm, that sweet little mechanical lilt wrapping around his heart like a vice. "If you want, of course..."
He let out a shaky laugh, a faint shiver of sound, his chest still trembling, his eyes fluttering half-shut again.
"Just... a few more seconds..."
Kearsarge's smile softened, her head dipping faintly into his touch as his hand lifted, brushing over her soft hair, fingers sliding gently through the pale strands.
New Jersey's arms tightened faintly around him from behind, her legs shifting slightly to press her thigh against his hand, her skin warm, soft under his fingertips.
They were patient. They were warm.
They were his.
At some point, the seconds he had asked for passed.
He could feel it in the way New Jersey’s fingers traced absent patterns along his neck, the faint hitch of her breath near his ear. He could see it in the soft glance Kearsarge gave him, the quiet tilt of her head, the way her hands smoothed gently along his thighs as if not pressing, but waiting.
They were patient. But they wanted an answer.
And truthfully…
A part of him did want to rest. His body ached, every muscle loose and heavy, his heartbeat slow and hazy under his skin. But the other part, the part that looked at them, at the glimmer in New Jersey’s blue eyes, at the soft, flushed warmth of Kearsarge’s smile, the part that imagined not fucking them like this, not feeling them, not giving them everything they so clearly wanted…
That was the part that, with little hesitation, spoke.
“…Give me the something.”
Kearsarge’s smile softened, the faintest flicker of delight crossing her eyes as she reached over, graceful fingers pulling a small vial from the side table.
The label was unmistakable. Akashi’s name was scribbled over it in bold, bright marker, half a dozen warning stickers half-peeled off the glass.
She handed it to him gently, her fingers brushing his as she rose, slipping off the bed with a soft, effortless grace. She paused just a moment, leaning toward the bathroom, the faint glimmer of light catching her skin as she moved to clean herself, soft strokes wiping his release from her chest.
The Commander, meanwhile, tilted the vial back, the liquid sliding sharp and burning down his throat, making him wince, making his stomach knot faintly as it settled.
“Mmh, it’s gonna need a few minutes to kick in, honey” New Jersey murmured with a soft laugh, brushing her lips to his temple. “So, what should we. . ngh!”
Before she could even finish, Kearsarge was already back.
She slipped onto the bed in a quiet ripple, her body settling alongside New Jersey with that same smooth, unhurried motion, and then, with one playful push, she had New Jersey rolling forward, giggling, squirming as she flopped onto her stomach.
“Wh- K-Kear?!” New Jersey squeaked out, laughing, breathless, only to gasp when Kearsarge’s hand pressed between her shoulder blades, guiding her down, a single hand slipping to her hips, tipping them up, leaving her ass high, back arched, legs spread just slightly.
The Commander’s breath caught, his eyes wide, his body pulsing faintly with a throb of heat he hadn’t expected so soon.
Even New Jersey was caught off guard, her head turning, a flush spreading across her cheeks, blue hair tumbling wild over her shoulders. “H-Hey now- wait-”
The sharp crack of Kearsarge’s palm meeting New Jersey’s bunny-clad ass echoed softly through the room.
New Jersey jolted, a sharp yelp spilling out, half-laugh, half-moan, her hips twitching back into the touch even as she squirmed.
Kearsarge smiled faintly, her fingers smoothing slow over the mark, her voice soft, warm, laced with something darkly playful.
“…While I do love our Commander’s attention” She murmured, pink eyes flicking up, glowing, “I believe Jersey deserves some too.”
The Commander swallowed hard, the heat blooming in his veins now unmistakable, the rush curling through his chest as Akashi’s little concoction kicked awake every nerve in his spent, aching body.
And the night…
wasn’t nearly over.
With effort, the Commander’s hands moved, his fingers slipping under the edge of New Jersey’s glossy black bunny suit, tugging, pushing, pulling, until the slick fabric shifted aside. Another tug and the delicate hole he worked into her stockings widened, the pale blue-haired woman gasping softly as the cool air kissed her bare, soaked folds now fully exposed.
But before he could even lift himself, before he could even reach.
Kearsarge’s hand was already there.
Two fingers, smooth, sure, slipped into New Jersey’s dripping heat with startling speed, making the battleship’s back arch sharply, a full, unguarded moan tearing out of her throat.
The Commander’s breath caught. His eyes darted to Kearsarge, who met his gaze with a soft, unreadable smile, her pink eyes half-lidded, glowing faintly with warmth and mischief.
Then she leaned in, pressing her lips to his.
The kiss was slow, deep, sweet, Kearsarge’s free hand stroking his cheek with a tenderness that almost undid him, even as her other hand pumped into New Jersey with mechanical precision, curling, twisting, dragging sharp cries and desperate shudders from the blue-haired woman beneath her.
Jersey’s hands clawed weakly at the sheets, her hips bucking, her thighs trembling, her voice breaking into helpless gasps as Kearsarge’s fingers worked her apart, unfaltering, uncaring, hitting every spot with the precision of someone who had memorized every reaction, every weakness, every place that would make her break.
The Commander shuddered, his cock pulsing hard in the air, and when Kearsarge’s hand slipped from Jersey, it found him next, wet fingers wrapping around his length, coating him in Jersey’s juices, stroking him slow at first, then tighter, timed to the fading echoes of Jersey’s trembling cries.
When Kearsarge finally pulled back from the kiss, her lips were faintly parted, her breath warm, her cheeks flushed, but her voice stayed soft, quiet, almost angelic.
“She’s ready for you, Commander” She whispered, glancing down at Jersey with an affection so gentle it made his chest ache.
Kearsarge eased herself down, graceful as ever, slipping beneath New Jersey, their soft, perfect chests pressing into each other, a beautiful, messy press of pale and dark, silver hair spilling over blue, flushed cheeks brushing flushed cheeks.
New Jersey’s breath came heavy, her face buried faintly in Kearsarge’s shoulder, her voice shaking as she let out a weak, breathless laugh. “O-oh… you’re… getting it for that, Kear…”
Kearsarge only smiled faintly, pink eyes fluttering, voice still soft, almost innocently so.
“I didn’t finger you to be mean” She murmured, brushing her fingertips lightly over Jersey’s hip. “I just wanted you to feel even better… once you take him…”
Then, with a pause, her smile tilted the faintest bit, her eyes softening further.
“But… if you feel I should be punished…” She whispered, almost thoughtfully “I will accept it…”
And before Jersey could even catch her breath, Kearsarge lifted her head, pressing up, kissing her with a slow, deep, hungry passion that caught Jersey entirely off-guard, making her heart hammer, making her knees weak, making her remember, in one dizzy rush, exactly what it was about Kearsarge that broke the Commander apart.
The Commander watched them, eyes half-lidded, the sight of the two women tangled together stealing every ounce of air from his lungs.
Kearsarge cupped New Jersey’s flushed cheeks in her delicate hands, her fingers soft, tender, stroking just under the blue-haired woman’s jaw as she kissed her deeper, slower, with a calm, consuming passion. New Jersey trembled under the touch, her hands clutching weakly at the sheets, barely able to keep herself propped up, utterly lost in the kiss, in the heat, in the sheer overwhelming presence of the woman beneath her.
It was the kind of sight the Commander could have watched for hours, Kearsarge’s quiet control, New Jersey’s breathless surrender, their bodies pressed soft and tight, their chests squishing into a beautiful, messy heat between them.
But he wasn’t going to let Kearsarge do everything.
With a shaky breath, he shifted, his hands settling at New Jersey’s hips, guiding himself, feeling the heat radiating from her, the slick, dripping wetness already coating her thighs. He lined his cock up to her entrance, the head brushing lightly, faintly, enough to make New Jersey moan into Kearsarge’s mouth, her hips twitching, her walls clenching down in needy, helpless flutters.
But Kearsarge didn’t let her move.
The white-haired woman’s legs lifted, graceful and sure, wrapping around New Jersey’s arched, bent back, holding her in place, pressing their bodies closer, keeping their chests flush, their kiss deep and unbroken even as New Jersey whimpered faintly, squirming under the dual weight of Kearsarge’s embrace and the thick, slow press at her entrance.
The Commander pushed in, slow, steady, making sure she felt every inch, the stretch, the slide, the way her slick walls fluttered around him, squeezing tight, clenching and trembling with hypersensitive need.
New Jersey moaned helplessly into Kearsarge’s mouth, her whole body shaking, her fingers curling uselessly into the sheets as she was filled, taken, kept utterly, beautifully pinned between the two people who loved her most.
New Jersey thought this was as good as it could get, she was sure of it. The stretch, the heat, the fullness of her Commander inside her, Kearsarge’s arms wrapped so sweetly around her, their lips just parted, their breaths mixing as they gazed at each other, cheeks flushed, lips kiss-swollen and wet.
But then Kearsarge’s hands moved.
She slipped her fingers down, slow, unhurried, pulling at the glossy black fabric of New Jersey’s bunny suit, tugging it down just enough to free her breasts, her hard nipples meeting the cool air of the room.
New Jersey gasped, sharp and breathless, her body jolting, eyes wide, mouth falling open just as Kearsarge’s fingers closed in, soft but sure, pinching her sensitive peaks between thumb and forefinger, rolling, tugging, teasing with quiet, mechanical precision.
A moan tore out of her throat, loud, raw, her back arching, her body bucking hard, squeezing down around the Commander’s cock so tightly it made his hands clench at her hips harder.
Her core tensed, her walls fluttered wildly, her thighs shook, every nerve sparking, trembling, her body on the sharpest, thinnest edge.
And Kearsarge never stopped, her touch stayed perfect, merciless, fingers working her nipples with calculated care, eyes soft and hazy, smile tender as she watched New Jersey fall apart.
The Commander felt her pulsing around him, spasming, trembling, shaking so hard she was seconds away from cumming and deciding she damn well deserved it, he drew his hips back, gripped her tighter, and gave her a hard, deep thrust.
That was it.
New Jersey broke with a scream, her head falling forward, face burying in Kearsarge’s chest, hips locking, walls clenching so hard they would have milked every inch of him, her voice cracking into soft, broken I love yous as she came, body shuddering in their arms.
And just to make sure her mind shattered fully, the Commander brought a hand down and gave her ass a sharp, ringing smack, the sound echoing sweetly through the room.
New Jersey sobbed out a helpless moan, her hands twisting in the sheets, her body melting between them, trembling, gasping, shaking as her orgasm tore through her like a wave she couldn’t hope to escape.
Both the Commander and Kearsarge held her gently, stopping completely, giving her the seconds she needed, letting her tremble and shudder and come down soft, safe, surrounded, kissed, adored, so utterly loved she was sure she’d touched heaven and been pulled lovingly, blissfully back.
New Jersey was still trembling, still gasping softly into Kearsarge’s chest, her moans hitching in little aftershocks as her body twitched around the Commander’s cock, heat spilling in lazy waves through her thighs and belly.
But even as her voice shuddered out in soft, breathless whimpers, even as her hands clutched weakly at the sheets, there was something else building, a low, desperate hum, a flicker of want curling tight inside her chest.
She lifted her head, her face flushed deep pink, eyes hazy, wet, lips parted, still catching her breath. She met Kearsarge’s gaze, then tilted her head faintly, her gaze locking with the Commander's, her voice breaking in a soft, needy laugh.
“Honey… I want you to fuck me proper now” She whispered, half-moan, half-plea, her hips twitching faintly back against him, still trembling but hungry, aching, wanting more.
Kearsarge smiled, gentle and knowing, pressing a soft kiss to New Jersey’s damp forehead.
With graceful ease, she shifted, slipping from beneath them, moving aside on the bed with her signature quiet calm. She settled at the edge, legs folding under her, hands sliding faintly along her own thighs. For a moment she simply watched, pink eyes glowing faintly, her breath soft, and then her fingers dipped between her own parted thighs, slow, sure, working herself with a quiet, measured rhythm as she watched the two she adored.
The Commander’s hands tightened at New Jersey’s hips, fingers digging in firm, guiding, holding. He shifted, drawing back just enough, feeling the way she trembled around him, the way she gasped faintly, hips pushing back toward him in helpless, desperate little motions.
She wanted it. All of it. Proper, hard, deep, everything he had left.
And he gave it to her.
He drove back in, slow at first, then deeper, harder, building into a rhythm that pulled sharp, broken cries from her throat, her hands grabbing at the sheets, her back arching, her hair falling in wild, damp waves over her shoulders.
Kearsarge’s breath hitched softly, her fingers working in slow, slick circles, her pink eyes half-lidded, her cheeks flushed as she watched New Jersey shake, moan, beg softly, the sight of the two of them together more than enough to send little shivers through her own body.
The Commander’s pace picked up, hips bucking harder, faster, his grip firm on New Jersey’s hips, his hands coming down now and then with a sharp smack to her ass, the faint red imprint of his palm blooming bright against her soft skin.
New Jersey moaned out loud each time, not caring to muffle it, her face buried in the pillows, her back arched beautifully, ass high, legs shaking as he drove into her deep. Every slap, every thrust made her body jolt, her voice rise, her heart race.
And just beyond reach, Kearsarge watched, pink eyes hazy, breath soft, fingers working between her own thighs, touching herself to the sight of her two lovers. Her cheeks flushed deeper each time Jersey cried out, each time the Commander’s hand cracked against her ass, each time Jersey moaned his name like a song.
Jersey loved it, she loved all of it, but something inside her stirred, a deeper ache, a want that coiled tighter in her chest with every thrust. She loved doggy, loved the way he took her, loved how helpless and open she was for him, but…
She wanted more.
She needed to see him.
Her fingers twisted in the sheets, her face turned slightly, breath ragged, eyes damp. She had spent the whole night like this, back arched, face hidden, taking and giving without ever facing them, but now, now she couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Honey” She gasped out, her voice shaking, rough with need. “Please… let me turn around… I need to see you…”
The Commander groaned, his fingers tightening hard at her hips, fighting the deep instinct to just keep pounding into her until they both shattered. But he forced himself to slow, nodding, his chest heaving, his cock twitching thick and slick inside her.
New Jersey moved fast, twisting, rolling, shifting until she was on her back, arms stretched up, her flushed, tear-streaked face bright with love and desperate, aching need. She reached for him, fingers curling, eyes wide and wet and filled with nothing but him.
“Come here… honey, please…” She whispered, her voice breaking, soft and shaking as she called him in.
He didn’t hesitate.
He moved over her, arms braced, chest brushing hers, his mouth finding hers in an instant.
Their lips crashed together, messy, sloppy, all teeth and tongue and breathless moans, her hands sliding up to cup his face, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, pulling him down.
She kissed him like she was starving, like she had been waiting the whole night for this moment and in truth, she had.
Their kiss deepened, wet and hungry, New Jersey’s arms wrapped tight around his neck pulling him down as if she could melt him right into her.
The Commander’s hips moved again, slower at first, sliding deep, filling her completely. New Jersey moaned into his mouth, her back arching to press her chest to his, legs wrapping high around his waist, heels digging faintly into his back to pull him closer, deeper, more.
Every thrust now was a mix of passion and need, not just fucking but holding, feeling, breathing into each other’s mouths.
“Honey… honey…” New Jersey gasped softly, her lips brushing his cheek, her voice trembling, raw, soaked with love. “Please… don’t stop… you’re so good, you’re so good to me…”
He groaned low, a sound that rumbled in his throat, his hands sliding under her back, pulling her close, driving into her with a deep, steady rhythm that sent little gasps and cries spilling from her lips.
Across the bed, Kearsarge watched, pink eyes hazy and dark, her moans catching softly as her fingers moved between her thighs. She watched the two she adored, her hand working herself slow, precise, her other hand pressed lightly over her chest, her breaths coming faster, her body trembling as she matched their pace, their sounds, their heat.
New Jersey clung tighter, moaning, sobbing soft little words of love into his mouth, her legs tightening as she felt herself rushing closer, the edge sharp and overwhelming.
“I’m… honey, I’m- I’m gonna-”
He kissed her again, swallowing her cry, his own body tensing hard, his cock pulsing deep inside her, hips rocking faster now, harder, every thrust sending sharp waves through her already shaking body.
And then. . .
She came, shattering under him, her voice breaking into his mouth, her body locking tight, walls clenching hard around him, drawing him over the edge with her.
He followed, groaning low, his arms squeezing her tight as he spilled deep inside, grinding into her through every thick, pulsing wave.
Kearsarge gasped softly, her fingers curling, her hips trembling as she tumbled over the edge with them, soft, heavy moans slipping from her lips as she watched them fall apart in each other’s arms.
They came together, all three of them, breathless, trembling, tangled in love and heat and everything they had left to give.
Only the Commander actually had more to give.
Even after New Jersey came undone beneath him, legs trembling, chest heaving, body limp with the aftershocks of pleasure, he kept grinding, slow, deep, pushing every last wave of his release into her.
Kearsarge watched, breath caught in her throat, eyes wide, pink irises shimmering as she saw the thick spill of cum easing from Jersey’s stretched, fluttering hole, the Commander’s cock still hard, still pulsing, still grinding softly as if the night was far from over.
When he finally eased back, his cock slid free with a slick, wet sound, a last thick rope of cum shooting up, landing hot across Jersey’s abdomen, streaking her flushed skin.
The Commander sat up slightly, breath steady, chest barely rising, as if what he had just done, wrecking New Jersey, filling her completely, was only the beginning.
Kearsarge’s thighs squeezed faintly together, her fingers brushing at her own soaked heat, her lips parted, chest tight as she watched his cock, still heavy, still aching, twitch just above New Jersey’s cum-slick snatch.
And then he turned to her.
Kearsarge’s breath caught, a tiny gasp slipping from her lips, her heart skipping hard as his gaze met hers as that silent question passed between them, no words needed.
She understood.
There was no resistance. No hesitation. There never had been.
Kearsarge moved smoothly, gracefully, slipping onto her stomach, arching her back, mimicking the exact position New Jersey had been in moments ago. She bent forward, spreading her knees, her pale hands slipping back to part herself, showing him just how wet, how ready she was, how watching him fuck their lover had undone her completely.
“…Yes” She whispered softly, her voice trembling as her fingers spread her slick folds wider, her hips pressing back, her breath catching. “I came… watching you… Commander…”
She shivered faintly, pink eyes fluttering shut, her whole body humming with anticipation as she felt him shift behind her, as she felt the heat of him press close, his cock lining up, thick and hard, slipping against her soaked entrance.
Kearsarge let out a soft, shaky breath, her heart pounding so hard she swore she could hear it, her fingers curling faintly into the sheets as she waited, wanting, ready, aching for him.
The Commander pressed forward, no hesitation now, his cock sliding deep into Kearsarge’s soaked, trembling heat in one slow, stretching push.
Kearsarge gasped, fingers fisting tight in the sheets, her back arching, her pale thighs shaking as he filled her completely.
And then he moved.
He set a rhythm, hard, deep, relentless, the same fierce pace he had given New Jersey, hips snapping against Kearsarge’s ass, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room with every heavy thrust.
Kearsarge moaned, soft at first, then louder, her cool, calm voice breaking apart into breathless little cries, her fingers clawing helplessly at the bed as she took him, as her body jolted forward with every sharp push.
Behind them, New Jersey shifted, still splayed out, dazed and flushed, her legs parted, cum still warm and thick inside her. She let out a breathless giggle, twisting slightly to watch, her hand drifting down to her belly, palm rubbing over the faint bulge, feeling the heat of him still inside her.
“Mmh… oh, honey…” She moaned softly, laughing between gasps, her blue hair messy around her flushed face. “We might’ve… might’ve made a mistake… giving you that potion…”
She bit her lip, eyes hazy as she watched Kearsarge’s pale body jolt under each thrust, the way the white-haired woman moaned helplessly, the way she reached back now, fingers curling at the Commander’s hips, pulling him deeper, harder, wanting everything.
New Jersey let her hand slip lower, fingers brushing faintly between her thighs, slick and sensitive, shivering at the feel as she watched, as she wondered with a low, breathless laugh if she was going to get any sleep tonight at all.
But the Commander didn’t stop.
His hands gripped Kearsarge’s hips tight, pulling her back onto him, his pace unrelenting, driving into her again and again, feeling the way she squeezed, the way she moaned, the way she shattered for him, her cool, composed voice now raw and trembling under every hard, perfect thrust.
The Commander’s hands slowed, hips grinding deep into Kearsarge one last time before he stilled.
Kearsarge shuddered, her back arching high, thighs trembling, voice shaking as she felt him pause, felt his grip ease just slightly.
And then, softly, she heard him murmur, voice low, rough in her ear.
“Turn around for me, Kear… I want to see your face when you cum.”
A rush of heat flooded her cheeks, her pale skin flushing deep, a rare, vivid red blooming over her high cheekbones. For a second, her breath caught, but then her body moved on instinct, twisting, turning, arms reaching up for him, shivering faintly as she looked up with wide, hazy pink eyes, her lips parted in a soft, desperate little sound.
“C-Commander…” She whispered, voice shaking as she extended her arms “please… please kiss me…”
But he stayed back.
He braced his hands at her hips, lined himself up again, and pushed in slow, filling her deep and then pulled back, just slightly, teasing, holding, his breath thick as he watched her break apart beneath him.
“C-Commander… please…!” Kearsarge gasped, her fingers clenching in the sheets now, her thighs pressing together, her voice rising, shaking with need. “I need you- I n-need… please, I c-can’t…!”
That was the voice he wanted.
That was the sound that undid him, that sweet, desperate edge from the woman who was usually so calm, so controlled.
He pushed in hard.
And Kearsarge broke.
Her hands flew up, clutching at him, at anything, her mouth falling open in a sharp, helpless cry, her legs wrapping tight around his waist as he started to thrust, hard, deep, relentless, driving her higher, pulling soft, frantic begs from her lips with every sharp thrust of his hips.
“C-Commander- please! Don’t stop- d-don’t stop, I… I’m c-close, p-please, I want it, I w-want it, Commander, please-!”
New Jersey, watching with flushed cheeks, a lazy, dreamy smile on her lips, let out a low, breathless laugh.
“Mmh… oh, yeah… we’re definetely not getting any sleep tonight, are we, honey…”
But the Commander wasn’t listening, his hands locked tighter at Kearsarge’s hips, his hips slamming forward, his breath ragged as he chased both their releases, as Kearsarge sobbed out soft, broken moans of love and need, her body trembling apart under his, her words falling into messy whimpers.
“P-please, Commander… cum w-with me… p-please- I w-want it, I need it, p-please…!”
And when they came, it was hard, shattering, together, his arms wrapping tight around her, her legs locking, her cries muffled into his shoulder as they fell over the edge, lost and shaking and breathless, no end in sight.
The Commander kissed her as he came.
His mouth found Kearsarge’s, soft at first, then deeper, his arms wrapping tight around her as his hips pressed flush, filling her, thick warmth spilling deep inside.
Kearsarge trembled in his hold, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her lips parting in a soft, helpless moan against his mouth. She was in absolute bliss, her cool, always composed voice reduced to broken, breathless sounds as she shuddered through the waves crashing inside her, her body clinging to his, heart pounding so loud she could barely think.
For long, hazy moments, they stayed like that, tangled, trembling, pressed together, until at last, slowly, carefully, the Commander eased back, his arms loosening, his hips drawing away.
His cock slipped free with a slow, wet sound, coated in slick and cum, still flushed, still hard, still twitching faintly between his thighs.
He let out a low, almost disbelieving huff, glancing down, and then up his eyes flicking between the two women he loved.
“…Do you two have a plan" He murmured, voice hoarse, breathless, “to deal with this?”
He barely finished the words before they were moving.
New Jersey giggled softly, crawling up on one side, blue hair spilling wild over her shoulders, cheeks flushed, eyes glittering with heat. Kearsarge mirrored her from the other side, graceful even now, pale hair tumbling over flushed skin, eyes soft, pink, still glowing faintly with aftershocks.
New Jersey’s fingers curled gently around his tip, thumb brushing teasing circles, her breath a soft laugh against his neck. Kearsarge’s hand wrapped around his length, stroking slow, sure, the faintest smile curling her lips as she watched his cock throb under their touch.
“The only way, honey…” New Jersey whispered, her voice low, playful, aching “Is to make you cum more…”
“…A lot more” Kearsarge added softly, her voice smooth, wanting, her thumb stroking slow at the base.
Their eyes met his, warm, eager, full of love.
“So” Jersey purred, pressing a kiss just under his jaw, “love us a lot tonight… okay, honey?”
“Commander…” Kearsarge murmured, her voice sweet, breathless, “please… love us both… as much as you can…”
Chapter 32: Yorktown's Surprise
Summary:
Yorktown married and in love!
Chapter Text
"I'm home" The Commander called softly as he stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him.
The warmth of spring filtered through the windows, that faint crispness still lingering in the air, sun spilling golden across the floorboards. In his hands, two bags of groceries, vegetables, cuts of meat, spices for tonight and the coming days. In the other, a smaller, more ornate bag with a ribbon tied neatly at the handle. Inside, nestled in delicate tissue, was a box of Yorktown’s favorite chocolate.
A soft voice floated faintly from the bedroom, muffled by distance but unmistakably hers.
“Welcome home, darling~”
He smiled to himself, the wear of the trip melting away one breath at a time. Moving to the kitchen, he took his time, measured, unhurried. He placed the greens in the crisper, tucked the meat carefully into the chilled drawer, and lined the shelves with the dry ingredients, setting the chocolate aside last, careful not to crinkle the bag.
Then he turned, stepped quietly down the hall, and opened the bedroom door.
She lay on her side atop the bed, back slightly propped against the headboard, a soft novel in her hands and the faintest smile curving her lips. The sunlight poured in through the windows behind her, wrapping her in warmth, catching the silver of her streaked hair, the soft pink in her cheeks, the slow rise and fall of her chest.
Yorktown looked… radiant.
She wore a loose, cream-colored knit top, slightly off-shoulder, wide in the collar, its soft threads brushing her collarbones and draping gently over the swell of her chest. The fabric clung just faintly when she shifted, the curve of her waist outlined, the hem brushing the top of her thighs. Beneath it, smooth, pale legs stretched out over the blankets, bare save for a pair of thigh-high knit socks in a soft ash-gray. One foot kicked lazily at the edge of the comforter as she turned a page.
Her hair, brushed out and long, tumbled over one shoulder in a silken cascade. No makeup, no pretense, just soft skin, warm eyes, and that calm, elegant grace that always made him stop just to look.
She glanced up from her book, catching him in the doorway, her smile deepening as her eyes lit up.
“There you are…” She said, voice warm with affection, “I was starting to wonder if the market had swallowed you whole.”
He smiled, a low, content warmth blooming in his chest as he stepped closer. He leaned in, bracing one hand on the bed beside her and pressing a slow kiss to her lips.
Yorktown giggled against him, her breath warm, her eyes slipping half-lidded as she tilted her head just slightly, following the kiss a second longer before letting it part.
Her gaze lingered on him, soft and shining, the quiet glow of affection settled deep in her features. The kind of look that didn’t need words to be understood. She wanted him. She always did.
“I took a little longer” He murmured, brushing a knuckle gently along her jaw, “Because I went out to get something for you.”
Yorktown’s eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a slow, knowing sigh before shaking her head with faint amusement. “You realize” She said gently “You already brought me something the day you came back…” She opened one eye and smiled wider. “And something yesterday too.”
A small laugh escaped her, soft and bright. “That makes it three days in a row.”
He only nodded, unbothered, letting the smile tug higher at the corners of his lips. “And I don’t see the problem.”
Turning from her, he padded softly across the room toward the wardrobe, fingers already working at the buttons of his shirt.
Yorktown’s eyes didn’t follow his hands.
They followed him.
She let her book lower slightly, barely even aware of it as her gaze swept over his back. The fabric slipped from his shoulders, and her breath caught just faintly.
He wasn’t chiseled or cut from marble, no, he was real, solid, strong. The kind of strength you feel when your fingers trail down his spine or when his arms pull you in tight and lock the world outside. His back held definition in the quietest way. The soft taper from his shoulders, the subtle flex of his upper arms as he pulled the shirt off.
Her eyes dipped lower.
There. Just along the left side of his ribs. A pale red mark in the shape of her teeth.
Another on his right shoulder, a line of soft bruises from when she’d held him too tight and long red lines that were still healing were painted upon his back.
He wore them without complaint. Without shame.
Like badges of love.
Her cheeks flushed lightly, a warmth building in her chest as her hand drifted up to brush at the shoulder her top didn’t cover. His love was there too, faint, fading maybe, but real. A faint scrape. A kiss that left a mark. His fingers had dug into her hips two nights ago, and she could still feel the ghosts of them there when she moved just right.
She bit her bottom lip softly, smile lingering.
God, she loved this man.
As he tugged on his pajama pants and slipped the matching top over his shoulders, Yorktown’s voice came gently from the bed.
“So” She asked, fingers idly brushing along the pages of her book “What’s the plan for today, Commander?”
He turned, fixing his shirt, and raised a brow with a teasing smirk. “You thinking of going out?”
She glanced up from under her lashes, her smile turning playful, almost daring. “You know full well I don’t want to leave this bed. Much less the house.”
He chuckled. “Well, there we have it then. Home time it is.”
Yorktown nodded, satisfied, and shifted her book gently against her thighs. With practiced ease, she lifted the covers beside her in silent invitation, her smile not fading in the slightest.
The Commander needed no further encouragement.
He climbed into bed, the mattress dipping with his weight as he settled beside her, exhaling as the warmth wrapped around him. Before he could even fully relax into the pillow, Yorktown moved.
Graceful. Sure.
She slid into place between his legs, her body backing into him with the soft, deliberate pressure of her ass pressed to his crotch. Her spine eased back against his chest, the heat of her body slipping easily into his own. The scent of her hair, clean, floral, unmistakably her, filled his lungs.
She smiled without looking, the curve of it slow, teasing, and utterly knowing.
Then, with perfect calm, she lifted her book again and opened to the page she’d marked… as if she hadn’t just seated herself in the most distracting position in the world.
She didn’t say a word.
She didn’t need to.
She was already waiting for his hands.
His hands came slowly, unhurried, but certain. A married man’s touch, and hers in return. Each palm eased down to rest atop her thighs, fingers spreading naturally, possessively, until the weight of him settled over her like a warm claim.
She didn’t flinch when his fingers curled beneath the hem of her sweater. She expected it. Anticipated it. That space between her thigh-highs and the edge of her top had always been an open invitation, and he read it as clearly as she’d hoped he would.
His touch found bare skin, warm and smooth, and Yorktown let out a quiet hum, pleased, his fingers were already bolder than she thought they might be. The pads of his thumbs stroked slow arcs, brushing up, over, around. Caressing. Familiar. Intent.
“Oh hon~” She murmured, turning her head just enough to nip at his jaw with the softest kiss that still somehow left a little heat. “Should I even bother holding my book up?”
He smiled into her hair, his lips pressing near the crown of her head, nose buried deep in the soft fragrance of her shampoo and something deeper, her, always her.
“What could you ever mean?” He asked, voice soft, muffled slightly by her hair as one hand slid higher, fingertips grazing along the inner line of her thigh.
She bit her lip, just faintly, eyes fluttering as that hand crept upward with slow purpose, while the other remained steady, holding her, anchoring her.
“Fufufu~” She let out softly, breath warm, voice featherlight as his fingers curled slightly into the tender flesh of her thigh. Her head tilted back gently, nestling against his shoulder, her eyes half-lidded now, and glowing with quiet delight.
That smile touched her lips again.
The one.
That knowing, maddening smile that said she could stay in this moment forever, teasing and warm, or she could reach back and claim more. But either way, she was his, and he was hers.
Her voice dropped, a shade lower, velvet-soft with affection as she asked again, “So, love. . . what is it you’ve planned for the rest of the day?”
This time, the meaning wasn’t masked by books or pleasantries. Her eyes had long since left the page, now they focused on the subtle movement of his fingers beneath the blankets, the small shifts of his hands tracing her, framing her, exploring without ever rushing.
She could feel the heat in her core beginning to hum, not yet urgent, but quietly alive.
She didn’t move.
She just. . . waited. Let him decide how far the teasing would go. Or when it would break.
He took a long, slow breath against the top of her head, the scent of her, sweet, warm, unmistakably Yorktown, filling his lungs and curling through him like a drug. Then he let it out with a sigh, soft and heavy, not of exhaustion, but longing.
Yorktown felt it in his chest before she heard it. Her brow arched, amused, her smile curling a little sharper as she turned her head slightly, cheek brushing against his collar.
“What was that for?” She asked, teasing.
He paused a second, then spoke low, almost into her ear.
“Would you…” His voice trailed, quiet, earnest. “Would you let me indulge in you again?”
There was no tension in the question. No doubt, either. Just a quiet kind of hope. A man already loved, already claimed, asking to be let in again, not out of need, but out of desire. Devotion.
Yorktown’s response was a low, breathy laugh against his chest, soft and full of love. She shifted, turning fully now within the circle of his legs, her knees folding against the bed, one hand resting on each of his thighs, just above the blanket.
She looked up at him, eyes glowing, voice warm and amused. “You dummy” She whispered, the word so sweet it may as well have been a kiss.
Before he could answer, she leaned in and closed the distance.
Their lips met, softly at first, with the ease and rhythm of people who had kissed each other a thousand times, but still found wonder in the thousand-and-first. Her mouth molded against his, warm and sure, her hands sliding just slightly up his thighs, fingertips curling faintly through the blanket as if anchoring herself to him.
He returned the kiss without hesitation, one arm sliding around her waist beneath the fabric of her sweater, the other rising to cradle the back of her neck. His thumb stroked slow along her jaw as their lips moved, not rushed, not greedy, just real. Steady. Deep.
The kind of kiss that said welcome home and I missed you and you’re the only one I want to touch ever again all at once.
When they finally parted, it was only by an inch, breaths shared, lips close enough to still feel the warmth of each other's mouths. Yorktown’s eyes searched his face, and whatever she found there, tenderness, hunger, vulnerability, made her smile widen, just enough to make her eyes squint and her heart shine through.
“I’m right here, you know” She said quietly, “Not going anywhere. You don’t have to ask to love me. I’m already yours.”
Her fingers tightened ever so slightly against his thighs, her body pressing in a little more, not urgently, but intimately. As if to show she meant every word.
“Even if it’s three days in a row” She added with a soft giggle, “I’m not exactly complaining.”
Her forehead rested against his for a brief moment, her eyes falling shut. Then she whispered, barely audible, “So go ahead, indulge.”
She kissed him again, slower this time, her lips plush and patient, letting him feel the promise wrapped in every press of her mouth.
She was his. Now. Always.
His hands slid down, slow and deliberate, palms trailing from the soft warmth of her thighs to the plush curve of her ass. The knit of her top rode up with the motion, bunching higher until it rested around her waist, revealing everything below, and hiding nothing.
No lace. No silk. Not even a strap.
Bare.
His fingers stilled, the pads of them pressed against the curve of her cheek, and for a second he simply felt. Skin against skin. Warm, smooth, intimate. The moment the truth registered in full, she wasn’t wearing anything beneath her sweater, his grip changed.
Harder. Needier.
His fingers curled deep, squeezing her flesh with sudden, greedy hunger.
Yorktown gasped lightly into their kiss, then let out a soft, airy laugh that rolled into a giggle as she melted further into him. The sound vibrated against his lips, her amusement feeding into her arousal. He didn’t stop. His hands roamed over her ass with firmer purpose now, fingertips digging in, separating the cheeks just enough to stretch the softness, to make her feel the press of his want through the sheer heat of his hands.
Her fingers slid up, brushing over his cheek with gentle contrast, caressing him as if to say go on, it’s alright, while her kiss told him everything else. When his hands kneaded harder, his fingers working into the give of her skin with intent that promised bruises, she only moaned softly, sweet and eager and opened her lips wider.
He followed her lead.
Their tongues met, not shy or tentative, but colliding like two forces long separated. At first, he thought to push back, to claim her but she was already there. Already moving, already taking. Yorktown didn’t tease or toy. Her tongue swept deep into his mouth, slow and certain, exploring and conquering like it was her birthright.
And in that moment, it was.
He groaned into her, his body sparking under the dominance of her kiss, every stroke of her tongue a reminder that she wasn’t just any shipgirl. She was Yorktown, the resurrected Fighting Lady, and she was staking her claim again.
She tasted like love and breathless need.
It drove him mad.
His hands gripped tighter, hips tensing as his erection throbbed sharply beneath his pajamas, pressing up against her abdomen, caught helplessly in the warmth of her body. His fingers spread again, pulling her cheeks apart slowly, working them in smooth, circular motions, groping and massaging like he wanted to memorize the exact way she yielded to his touch.
And still she kissed him.
Even when their mouths finally parted, it wasn’t by much. Their lips broke with a faint, sticky sound, and a thin string of saliva connected them, swaying slightly before falling, forgotten.
She settled more fully into his lap now, bare and hot against him, her weight comfortably pinning his hands beneath her. Her smile was bright with satisfaction, breath still slightly elevated as she tilted her head with faux innocence.
“What?” She asked, eyes half-lidded. “Were you expecting something else?” Her voice lowered, teasing. “Underwear? On a woman of my stature… or maybe… my age, Commander?”
He said nothing.
What could he say?
The image before him, Yorktown glowing with mischief, lips flushed, hair tousled, seated bare on his lap with no shame and full confidence was enough to knock the words right out of him.
She purred, quite literally, her chest rising with the breath of it as she leaned forward. Her lips brushed his ear, her voice dropping to a private whisper, warm and dangerous.
“Just because you lust after me so much” She whispered “Doesn’t mean I’ll stop wanting to seduce you.”
Her breath tickled, and her smile deepened.
“I had a little plan for today, you know. Something to make you coil and beg a bit…” She giggled softly, nipping his earlobe. “But it seems it doesn’t matter now, does it?”
She rocked her hips once, slow and deliberate, her bare folds brushing the hard line of him beneath the fabric and she felt the twitch that followed.
Yorktown sighed happily, settling deeper into his lap again.
“Maybe I’ll save it for tomorrow.”
He blinked once, lips parting as he caught her words.
Save it?
He didn’t say it aloud, but the thought lingered, Wasn’t she seducing him now? Because he sure as hell felt like putty beneath her hands. Like if she whispered one more filthy-sweet line, he’d melt and mold into whatever shape she desired. His body already felt coiled, strung tight under her control.
And she knew it. God, she knew it.
Her hand moved with slow, purposeful grace down his body, fingers ghosting over his stomach before dipping lower, nails trailing ever so faintly along the fabric stretched tight over his bulge. Just the lightest drag of her nails was enough to make his thighs tense, a soft twitch jumping at her touch.
Her fingertip pressed gently against the tip of him through the fabric.
He twitched again. Harder.
Yorktown let out a delighted little coo, a sound full of warm amusement and low, sultry pride.
“You’re so cute like this” She whispered, pressing her lips to his cheek, her voice silken and close. “Even after two days of making love… you still twitch like that when I touch you.” Her finger gave another slow, teasing stroke along the shape of him. “All I need is a little skin and you’re all there for me…”
He huffed a quiet laugh, his forehead tipping forward to rest against hers, their noses brushing, eyes half-lidded and close.
“Right” He murmured, “like you’re any better.”
Before she could answer, his hand slipped from her ass, tracing a slow, confident path along the outside of her thigh, palm sliding inward, fingers brushing across the sensitive skin just beside her heat. . .
And then there it was.
Slick warmth.
She was soaked.
He cupped her gently, just his fingertips touching her lower lips, and even with the lightest contact, he felt how much she ached. How ready she already was.
Yorktown blinked, her lashes fluttering once. Her breath hitched. Then she let out a breathy giggle.
“Oops” She whispered, smirking down at him. “You caught me.”
Her lips met his again, not waiting this time, not easing in, claiming him. She kissed him like she had something to prove, and he let her, surrendering to the warmth and heat of her mouth even as his fingers moved between her legs.
He didn’t tease.
He didn’t need to.
His fingers parted her folds, slow and reverent, letting her heat bloom around his touch. One finger slid in, shallow at first, coated in her arousal, then deeper. Smooth. Slow.
She moaned into his mouth, hips twitching in his lap.
A second finger joined the first, curling slightly as he pumped them into her with gentle care, feeling every slick squeeze of her around him. The pad of his thumb circled just barely around her clit, adding pressure only when her hips began to rock forward against his palm.
Her kiss grew wetter, hungrier, little breathy sounds escaping between them as her mouth stuttered against his. Her hand clenched softly over his chest, the other gripping the edge of his shirt as his fingers worked her deeper, fuller, with the exact rhythm that made her body shiver.
Every stroke hit home. Every curl of his fingers made her walls flutter tighter around him.
She broke the kiss with a soft gasp, her forehead resting against his, eyes fluttering closed, lips parted.
“Hgn~… your fingers…” She whispered, voice shaky, breath hot against his mouth. “You’re going to make me cum quick like this. . .”
He didn’t stop.
Didn’t say a word.
Just let his fingers do the talking.
Yorktown’s hips bucked softly against his hand, every precise curl of his fingers drawing another flutter of her walls, another choked breath against his lips. She was trying, trying so hard, to pace herself, but he was playing her like a perfectly tuned instrument, and each note hit deep, warm, and wet.
Her body shuddered, breath catching as a small stream of spit slipped from the corner of her mouth, trailing hot and wet down her neck.
She didn’t care.
Instead, she pulled him back into a kiss with sudden hunger, lips mashing into his, sucking softly, tongue slipping in again with less finesse and more need. Her body trembled faintly with every thrust of his fingers, the slick sound of his touch barely hidden under their breaths.
One of her hands stayed clutched over his chest, fingers splayed, nails just slightly pressing down, because if she didn’t, she’d fall. Straight onto his lap. Onto his hand. And she knew if she let go, if she gave herself that one bit of surrender, she’d cum, fast and hard. Too soon.
And she wasn’t ready for that.
Not yet.
She wanted him to twitch first.
So her other hand, the free one, slid down his stomach, fingers gliding under the waistband of his pajama pants. She found the outline of him instantly, hard and full, already throbbing beneath the thin fabric. A grin ghosted across her lips.
“My, my…” She murmured, breathless, amused.
With practiced care, she tugged him free, her fingers wrapping around his cock, warm and slick from the tip already. She gave a slow, testing stroke, just once, watching how his thighs tensed, how his breath hissed through his teeth, how his jaw clenched.
Good. Very good.
“You’re not doing much better than me” She whispered, voice thick with pride and heat.
And then her head dipped.
She dragged her mouth along his neck, tongue flicking against his skin just above the collarbone, lips pressing hot kisses as her hand pumped him slow, steady. She left a soft hickey just below his jaw, then another just over his pulse. Then she bit, lightly, teasing, just under the curve of his throat, drawing a low groan from his chest.
All while he kept working his fingers deep into her, the pace slow but devastating.
Their hips rocked in sync now, matched rhythm, mutual tease.
She leaned back in, found his lips again. His spit had begun to gather at the corners of his mouth now, jaw slack from effort, from heat. She licked it, slow and deliberate, from the edge of his lip, eyes locked to his.
Then she kissed him deep.
Slick, messy, unrelenting.
Their breath tangled. Their bodies pressed.
Neither letting go.
Both shaking now, right on the edge of breaking.
He shivered against her, the tension in his body bordering on unbearable, her hand still wrapped around his cock, her kisses burning his lips raw with need. But he had a mission, one that pulsed louder in his head than the blood rushing through his ears.
She had to cum first.
So he focused. Even as his hips twitched into her palm, even as her teeth grazed his throat and her tongue stole his breath, his hand between her legs stayed steady. And then, he cheated.
His thumb found her clit again, circling once, then pressing down in slow, rhythmic pulses, firm, focused, relentless. He didn’t give her time to adjust. The moment he felt her tighten, those soft, fluttering spasms that betrayed her rising edge, he pressed harder. Rubbed faster. Worked her pink nub like he knew she needed.
“Fuck…” She breathed against his mouth, her voice cracking mid-kiss.
Her walls clamped around his fingers, tight and quivering, slickness flowing freely now, wetting his palm, trailing down to the sheets beneath her. She twitched every time his thumb passed over her clit, her moans breaking into the kiss, and it was all his.
She tried to fight it. To stay in control. But he felt her losing.
So he pushed harder, his tongue slipping into her mouth, devouring her moans. His kiss turned greedy, firm, dominant, and she faltered.
Her head tilted back but he followed, lips pressed to hers, pushing her down into the kiss she thought she could command. His tongue owned her now, and she submitted, her eyes fluttering half-shut as her breath hitched.
She didn’t say it.
But her body admitted everything.
And he didn’t stop there.
His free hand, the one that had been gripping her ass all this time, moved fast, up her side, under her top, over the soft swell of her breast. He found her nipple already hard, sensitive through the fabric. His thumb and fingers rolled it slowly, pressing, rubbing, squeezing through the knit, pinching just enough to send jolts through her chest and straight down to where his fingers worked her open.
That broke her.
Yorktown gasped against his mouth, her back arching, thighs quivering. She fell forward, hips dropping onto his hand, taking his fingers as deep as they could go. Her walls clamped down hard, wringing his fingers tight as her abdomen locked up, a white-hot coil exploding at the base of her spine.
The hand that had been stroking him slowed… stopped. She just held him now, trembling, her grip firm but unfocused. All she could do was hold, as if her body needed him close even as it shattered.
And then it hit.
She came, hard, a full-body quake that started in her gut and rolled out through every limb. Her thighs locked, her breath broke into little cries against his mouth, and his hand was soaked as her orgasm poured down onto him, slick and hot and raw.
Her kiss broke for air, lips parting with a gasp, and her forehead dropped to his shoulder as her moan escaped her fully, breathy and real, shuddering.
She held him tighter.
And in his lap, his cock pulsed helplessly, desperate, aching…
But he’d won.
And god, she was beautiful when she broke.
Seconds passed like heartbeats stretched thin. Yorktown lay against him, trembling, still catching her breath, her moans now softer, quieter whimpers and ragged sighs escaping her lips as she nestled into the crook of his neck. Her arms clung around him loosely, her body boneless, spent and glowing with aftershock.
“Thank you…” She whispered against his throat, placing a kiss there, then another, her lips warm and slow. She nuzzled against him with lazy affection, completely undone and still grounded by the feel of his fingers, still inside her, holding her there, keeping her tense and filled, like a spring pulled taut that hadn’t quite uncoiled yet.
He didn’t move.
He let her stay like that, let her linger in that warm, quivering daze, even as her body began to twitch with overstimulation. The pressure of his fingers pulsed against her walls, still sensitive, still clenching now and then, and she moaned quietly at it. She didn’t want to pull away.
But eventually… she had to.
With a low, sultry moan, she lifted herself slowly, easing off his fingers inch by inch, gasping at the sensation, the loss of them, leaving her open, slick, and aching.
The emptiness hit her like a breath she couldn’t quite catch.
She let her hips fall into his lap again, her eyes fluttering down. There it was.
His cock. Hard, flushed, standing proud against his stomach. Veins thick, head already leaking. Angry-looking. Menacing, almost. And… entirely ignored.
Her eyes flicked up to meet his, a knowing look shining there as her hand slipped around him again, stroking with renewed purpose.
“You want to cum too, don’t you?” She asked sweetly, her voice still husky from breathlessness. Her hand moved a little faster, her thumb brushing over the tip, collecting the slick beading there. “My hand, my mouth, maybe my chest…? Tell me how you want it.”
But he, utterly failing to read the room, just shrugged.
“My pleasure’s yours” He said simply, too honest, too straightforward.
Corny.
Stupid, even.
But Yorktown’s smile didn’t fade. If anything, it grew.
She shook her head fondly, lips curling. “You dummy…”
Maybe it was the way he said it, or maybe she was just in too deep to care. Either way, it worked. It always did. She leaned in and kissed his jaw, then sat up straighter, resting her hands on his chest as she eased herself back a bit.
“Then let’s do it properly” She said, a quiet, lovely invitation hidden in the words. “I want to feel you for real now.”
He nodded, the tension in his body coiled too tight to question it. They moved together, smooth, practiced, sure, her hands guiding him as he shifted to kneel, her back sinking into the mattress, her head resting against the pillows.
Her legs parted for him like they always did, graceful, wanting, hers for him to take.
He hovered over her now, hands bracing her hips, chest to chest, his cock brushing her soaked folds, already twitching against her heat.
And she smiled, flushed and breathless, as her eyes locked to his.
“Come on, Commander” She whispered. “Make love to your wife.”
He lined himself up with a breath held in his chest, the flushed tip of him gliding against her soaked entrance. She was ready, warm, wet, and aching to be filled again. Her folds parted like silk around him, her slickness guiding him with no resistance, just welcoming heat and promise.
Yorktown’s arms rested loosely around his shoulders, her hands smoothing over his back as her legs spread further, knees bent, her thighs soft against his hips. She watched him with a gaze full of affection and quiet hunger, content, but greedy for more.
Then he pushed in.
Slowly. Deliberately.
Her breath caught in her throat as he filled her, stretching her inch by aching inch, her walls parting to take him, squeeze him, welcome him home. Her head tilted back, a low, needy moan sliding past her lips as her body responded instantly, clenching around him, pulling him in deeper without even thinking.
And he, he was fighting for control.
The moment he slid fully inside her, hips pressing flush to hers, the heat of her core swallowing every inch, he shuddered.
Hard.
His entire body locked up, his jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut. The overwhelming heat, the tightness, the wet slick of her around him, it all hit at once like a wave crashing over a dam already at the edge.
“Fuck” He muttered, breath shaking as he hovered over her, forehead touching hers. “York…”
She felt it. Knew it.
Her eyes fluttered open, finding his face just as his hands tensed at her sides. His muscles rippled under her touch, a single twitch of his cock inside her making her gasp.
And then he moved, just once.
A shallow thrust, barely more than a grind, but it was enough.
He gasped.
And she felt it. The sudden stiffness. The twitch. The way he swelled harder, his breath breaking into a groan against her lips.
Then the first pulse hit.
Yorktown’s eyes widened a fraction as she felt the first hot spurt fill her, sudden and uncontrollable. His cock throbbed deep inside her, his body shivering as he pressed into her fully, trying to hold himself back, but it was already too late.
He came.
Hard.
Her husband was cumming inside her not even ten seconds after entering, hips bucking forward once more as another pulse followed the first, thick and warm and flooding deep into her womb.
She gasped, feeling every twitch, every burst. Her arms wrapped tighter around him, and her legs moved on instinct, hooking around his waist and locking him in.
His voice was low and guttural against her ear. “I. . .I’m sorry. I couldn’t-”
But she just smiled.
She kissed his cheek, breath warm, still flushed and basking in the feeling of him pulsing inside her.
“Shhh” She whispered, a teasing lilt in her voice. “You think I mind? You were edging yourself for so long, love… I’m surprised you even lasted that long.”
He groaned again, forehead resting against her neck, body trembling as his climax rode out inside her. She could feel him still leaking, little spasms sending another few drips of heat deeper into her.
And she didn’t let him pull out.
Her legs stayed tight around him, thighs pressing into his sides, her heels gently urging him deeper. Her walls squeezed around his softening cock, the sensation still intimate, still delicious.
“I’m keeping you right here for now” She said softly, hands stroking his back. “You feel too good like this.”
He nodded weakly against her shoulder, still catching his breath.
“I missed this” She whispered into his hair, her voice softer now, more affectionate than teasing. “Feeling you lose it for me. Feeling you need me like this…”
She shifted just slightly under him, moaning at the stretch of him still inside. Her hips rocked up once, gently, and he twitched in oversensitivity, breath stuttering in her ear.
And yet, he didn’t pull away.
Neither of them moved to end it.
Wrapped around each other, her body full of his warmth, and his mind fogged by the sheer weight of pleasure and love, they simply stayed like that.
Yorktown held him close, smiling with every throb that still echoed inside her.
And she whispered, barely audible:
“Round one, darling. You’re not done yet.”
He breathed heavily against her throat, his lips brushing her skin with each shaky exhale. His body trembled from release, but the warmth of her, the squeeze of her slick walls still clutching him, the intimacy of their bodies locked so close, it stirred something deeper than instinct.
Yorktown didn’t rush him.
But she didn’t wait, either.
As he softened slightly inside her, she cupped his face and kissed him again, this time with purpose. Her lips molded to his slowly, seductively, parting just enough to coax his mouth open before her tongue slid in, meeting his and curling around it with practiced grace.
She was slow. She was deliberate.
Her kiss was wet and deep, and she moaned into it softly, letting every swirl of her tongue promise more, ask for more, demand more.
He didn’t pull back.
Couldn’t.
She had him trapped, still buried inside her, his cock resting in the warmth of her soaked core, cum seeping deeper, mixing with her own slick, dripping down onto the sheets beneath them. His hands clenched into the pillows beside her head, fighting the overstimulation, the slow return of sensation.
Yorktown felt it happen.
Inside her, he began to swell again, each twitch of blood bringing him back to life, pulsing within her soaked heat. She hummed into the kiss, pleased, and rocked her hips up just barely, enough to remind him where he was, who he was inside.
“You’re getting there” She whispered against his lips. “Good.”
His breath caught. Her words, her kiss, her warmth, it was all too much and yet not enough. He clenched his jaw and looked down at her, her cheeks flushed, her hair tousled over the pillows, her eyes half-lidded and glowing with love and desire.
“You sure?” He asked, voice still rough, still hoarse from before.
Yorktown smiled, slow and wicked. “Do I look unsure?”
She flexed around him, tight and welcoming. He twitched inside her, and that was all it took.
His body responded, hardening fully again, stretching her as it should. The tip pushed deeper against her walls, and she moaned, her legs loosening their grip and falling to the sides, thighs open and inviting.
He didn’t wait for another cue.
With a low grunt, he pulled back, only halfway, and pushed back in with a smooth, controlled thrust. Her eyes fluttered shut at the sensation.
She was still so wet, so eager, her body greedily pulling him in again, her hands gripping his shoulders to anchor herself.
Another thrust.
Then another.
Slow, deep, deliberate.
Yorktown gasped under him, hips lifting to meet his rhythm, her body melting into the bed as his cock stroked her in long, smooth movements. Every time he bottomed out, she moaned a little louder, fingers gripping tighter at his back.
“Yes…” She whispered. “That’s it… just like that…”
He leaned in, burying his face in her neck as his hips rolled into hers, each thrust more confident now, smoother, the fullness of him stretching her open again, making her ache in the best way.
“F-fuck, York…” He breathed against her skin, biting softly at the junction of her neck and shoulder. “You feel unreal…”
She grinned, breathless, her hands rising to tangle in his hair. “That’s because I am.”
Her voice was a purr, punctuated by a sharp inhale as his hips snapped forward harder this time, making her gasp. Her breasts pressed against his chest with each thrust, their bodies flush, sweat beginning to bead at the edges of their skin.
His thrusts deepened, grew faster, heavier, his hips now slapping against hers with wet, rhythmic sound. Their skin met in a heated blur, the squelch of her soaked core taking him again and again as he drove into her, breath ragged against her neck.
Yorktown moaned with each push, louder now, no longer holding back the sounds he loved to hear. Every movement of his cock inside her sent waves of pleasure rolling up her spine, and the mess between them only made it better. Her slickness mixed with his cum, making every thrust sloppier, wetter, hotter. It dripped down the backs of her thighs, pooled between their bodies, and soaked the bed beneath.
“Fuck” He groaned into her ear, thrusting deep and slow for a heartbeat before picking the pace back up again. “You’re so wet, I can feel everything.”
She cried out softly in response, her nails dragging down his back, leaving red trails over fading bruises. “You should feel everything. That’s your mess inside me. And I want more. All of it.”
His cock throbbed at her words.
“Then take it” He growled, voice low and rough.
He braced himself on one arm, the other sliding behind her thigh, pushing her leg higher, angling her open more. The moment he shifted like that, deeper, sharper, harder, her entire body jerked beneath him.
“Ah~. . .yes! Right there!” She gasped, her voice breaking on the end.
Her hands flew to his shoulders, holding on, grounding herself as he pounded into her now with relentless rhythm. Every thrust bottomed out, his cock punching into her sweet spot, forcing her to breathe in stutters and moan through grit teeth.
Their stomachs slapped together, and the wet heat between them splashed with each hit.
He was losing control.
His breath turned ragged, forehead damp with sweat, lips crashing into hers as he fucked her harder still. Their kiss was brutal, tongues colliding and spit mixing freely. She sucked his tongue in between moans, swallowing every grunt he gave her.
Then her voice broke again, high and shuddering. “I—I’m gonna…”
He could feel it, her walls fluttering violently around him, her legs trembling, her whole body tensing beneath his.
He didn’t let up. He slammed into her, hips grinding at the end of each thrust to keep the pressure on her clit, cock driving deep, full and thick inside her soaked, tight walls.
“Cum for me” He whispered hoarsely into her mouth. "No reason to hold back"
And she didn't.
Her back arched off the bed, her nails digging deep into his shoulders as she cried out, her orgasm crashing through her in violent waves. Her pussy clenched and pulsed around his cock, milking him, dragging him over the edge with her.
He was right behind her.
One more thrust, one brutal, body-shaking thrust and his entire body locked.
“Fuck. . .York-!”
He exploded inside her again, his cock swelling and twitching deep within her spasming cunt. The warmth of his cum poured out, thick and hot, mixing with everything else and spilling past the tight seal of her body.
Her hips twitched against him, every pulse of his release sending aftershocks through her still-climaxing form.
They stayed locked like that, bodies tight, trembling, wet and raw.
Their skin was flushed. Sticky. Drenched in sweat and the fluids of their shared lust.
Yorktown's head fell back against the pillow, her hair fanned around her like a halo, lips parted and eyes unfocused. His forehead rested against her collarbone, their bodies still connected, her walls still fluttering weakly around the cock that had just filled her again.
It was messy.
It was perfect.
And neither one of them had a single intention of pulling away
Their bodies stayed tangled, breath mingling in the warm space between them, his weight resting gently over her without crushing. Their chests rose and fell in uneven rhythm, the room heavy with the scent of sex, sweat, and shared satisfaction.
Yorktown's thighs still hugged his hips lazily, her arms draped around his back. His cock, still inside her, twitched with every aftershock, buried deep in the hot, creamy mess they'd made together. Neither moved. Neither wanted to.
He brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers, smiling as he looked down at her, utterly undone, her skin glowing, lips kiss-bruised, hair a beautiful wreck across the pillows.
"You’re glowing" He murmured, voice rough but soft. " And I’m pretty sure I’m in heaven."
Yorktown giggled quietly, then bit her lip. She looked up at him with something more than post-orgasm haze now, something warmer, more intimate.
"Darling" She began, sliding her fingers through his damp hair, "I’ve been meaning to tell you something."
He blinked, still dazed and more than a little drunk off her body. “Hmm?”
She gave a little wiggle of her hips beneath him, feeling him still seated inside her, the motion pulling a groan from both of them. She smiled.
"I had an appointment with Akashi the day before you came back" She said, her voice a low hum beneath her words. "A little frame check. Something new."
His brows furrowed slightly, still catching up. "Everything okay?"
Yorktown nodded, that serene smile never fading. "Better than okay. Akashi made an upgrade… one that lets me do something I couldn’t before."
She let the silence stretch, let him search her eyes.
Then she said it, soft and sure:
"I can get pregnant now."
He stared, wide-eyed, still buried inside her, the weight of her words slowly cracking open something deep inside his chest.
Her fingers ran gently through his hair, grounding him as the shock turned into awe.
A beat passed.
Then another.
He didn’t speak, couldn’t. His gaze dropped, trailing the line of her throat, the curve of her chest, all the way down to where they were still connected. Her folds wrapped around him, swollen and warm, slick with everything they’d shared. Everything he’d given her.
Twice.
His breath hitched.
And Yorktown felt it, the shift.
His muscles tensed over her, his cock twitching back to life inside her like it heard something ancient in her words. A slow, primal growl built in his throat, not aggressive, just hungry, like he was seeing her for the first time again.
She smiled gently, brushing a thumb along his cheek.
“I wanted to tell you after” She murmured. “I wanted you to know what you’d just done… what you might have done…”
Her words curled around his brain like smoke. He swallowed hard.
“You mean I…” His voice trailed, rough.
She nodded, eyes shining. “Maybe. Or maybe we need to try again.”
The heat that bloomed between them wasn’t sudden, it was inevitable. It had always been there, buried beneath the softness, the laughter, the long looks across dinner tables and shared grocery lists. The dream of a future that once felt like fantasy… now made flesh.
She pulled him down, lips brushing his ear.
“So?” she whispered. “You going to give me your best shot, Commander?”
He didn’t answer with words.
He rolled his hips forward.
Yorktown was happy, no, more than happy. She was full. Loved. Wanted. This moment, tangled up with him in the most intimate mess of their lives, meant everything. They had talked about this more than once, quiet conversations under the stars, silly daydreams between missions. Children had always been a distant hope, something sweet they wanted but couldn’t touch. Now it was real. Now it was possible.
And yet, what she hadn’t expected was how fast the change overtook him.
He eased up, slowly lifting himself just enough to look down at her fully. The smile had faded into something else now, still warm, still loving, but laced with something darker, deeper. Hungry. Intent.
Yorktown shivered.
The moment their eyes locked, her body reacted before her mind could catch up. Something primal unfurled in her belly. She knew that look. It spoke to her instincts, to a part of her older than any logic. He wanted her. Not just sexually, but biologically. The way a man looks at the woman he means to breed.
She felt her thighs twitch around him, still locked gently at his sides, still loose from the high of their last climax. But he wasn’t loosening. He was stiffening. Growing.
Inside her.
Yorktown gasped.
His cock, already thick and buried deep, began to swell again. Harder. Fuller. Maybe even more than before. She felt it pulse inside her, and her entire body trembled, still so sensitive from everything they’d already done.
He moved, just a little, rolling his hips. The motion sent a shock through her, her back arching as the friction dragged across overstimulated nerves.
“Oh, God…” She whispered, barely able to breathe.
He didn’t say anything. He just looked at her. Eyes fixed. Mouth slightly open. Breathing heavier.
And she understood.
This wasn’t just about making love anymore.
It was about planting his seed.
For real.
And she wanted it. Every pulse of his hardening cock inside her made her want it more. Her walls tightened helplessly, preparing to take more. Preparing to accept.
Her hands slid up to his shoulders again, holding him steady as he began to move, not teasing, not testing, just enough to press his cock deeper, shift her walls around it, remind her that her body wasn’t done.
Neither was his.
He started to move.
Slow at first, just a grind, a roll of his hips, letting her feel the pressure of him spreading her walls again. She moaned into his shoulder, her nails digging gently into his back as her legs parted wider beneath him. Her folds, still drenched in the aftermath of the last two rounds, welcomed him without resistance, but every thrust sent sparks through her nerves, too sensitive to ignore.
But she didn’t tell him to stop.
She kissed his throat instead, her lips brushing his skin as he pulled halfway out, then pushed back in. This time harder. Then again. Faster.
Within seconds, his rhythm sharpened.
Every thrust came with intent, hips snapping forward, cock driving into her with purpose. The bed rocked beneath them, the sound of skin meeting skin slapping loud between their moans. He leaned forward, burying himself to the base, grinding his pelvis into hers before pulling back again and plunging deep once more.
Yorktown’s breath broke.
Her back arched and her mouth parted in a gasp as she clung to him. Her voice pitched high with each thrust, her moans helpless, overwhelmed by the sensation of him slamming into her without hesitation. His cock hit deep, grinding against the parts of her that were still tender, and that only drove her higher.
“Y-you’re—ah—you’re serious about this~” She panted, smiling through the haze of pleasure.
He answered her with another hard thrust, burying himself so deep she cried out. Her walls tightened on instinct, milking him, coaxing him to spill again, but he didn’t. Not yet. He was holding it back with all he had.
He gritted his teeth, sweat slicking his back as he pushed harder, faster, building a rhythm meant for more than release.
This was about making something. Filling her.
The idea of it flooded Yorktown’s mind with fire. Her thighs trembled, wrapped tight around his waist now, pulling him in, urging him deeper. Her body met every thrust with one of her own, her hips rocking upward as she chased his pace, soaked and needy.
She was so close already.
Every movement dragged his cock across her most sensitive places, pressure mounting fast inside her belly. Her eyes fluttered closed, her head tipping back into the pillow as her body began to spasm under him.
“Don’t stop” She whispered, voice breaking.
He didn’t.
He slammed into her again and again, harder now, faster. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples stiff against his chest as he pressed his weight into her, bearing down.
Yorktown's voice rose, no longer restrained. She was gasping now, moaning with each slap of his hips, her hands clawing at his back, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.
And then it hit her.
Her body locked up beneath him, her walls clenching so tight he could barely move. She let out a long, broken cry as her orgasm tore through her, overwhelming and raw. Her back arched, eyes shut tight, mouth open in a silent moan that took her breath.
She came hard.
Her slick gushed out around him, soaking the sheets again, her body shivering in his arms as she held on tight. Her walls milked him desperately, but he didn’t let go. Not yet. His pace slowed, but he stayed inside her, still pulsing with restraint, his cock twitching inside her heat.
She clung to him, dazed, chest heaving.
And he just smiled, breathless but steady.
“I’m not done” He whispered.
Yorktown was still trembling, her body limp beneath him, chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths. Her hands ran over his back, seeking something solid to hold onto as her aftershocks rippled through her, raw and vulnerable.
But he was still inside her.
Still hard.
Still moving.
Each thrust now was deliberate, steady, just enough to drag the head of his cock against her oversensitive walls. The heat of him, the stretch, the fullness, it was too much and not enough all at once.
She moaned, high and pleading.
“Please…” She whispered, voice shaking. “Fill me again. I want it, I need it.”
His eyes burned into hers, locked with the kind of intensity that made her shiver all over again.
“You want every drop?” He asked softly, his voice low and breathless against her lips.
She nodded, eyes glassy, smile small but full of hunger. “Give me everything. Don’t hold back.”
That was all he needed.
He buried himself to the hilt in one deep thrust, making her gasp again, and then he captured her lips in a kiss, open, desperate, full of everything they couldn’t say. Their tongues tangled, breaths shared, their moans swallowed into each other as his hips bucked harder, faster.
Yorktown’s legs locked around him again, thighs tight, her body drawing him in, keeping him there. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him into the kiss even as he started to shake.
His rhythm faltered, breath catching as his cock throbbed deep inside her. Her kiss only deepened, urging him on.
Then he groaned, low, guttural, helpless.
His hips slammed into her once more and held there, buried to the root.
And then he came.
Hot spurts flooded her again, thick and deep, her walls still fluttering from her last orgasm, now pulsing greedily around him. He clung to her as he poured himself into her one last time, warmth spreading through her core, filling her completely.
Their kiss broke, but only barely, lips still brushing, foreheads touching, both of them lost in the heat, the mess, the feeling of truly being one.
She smiled against his mouth, breathless and full. “That’s the one” She whispered.
And he smiled too.
Because he believed her.
The heat lingered, the room still thick with their scent, their bodies tangled and slick with sweat. He remained inside her, softening slowly, and she held him close, arms looped lazily around his neck, legs draped over his hips, keeping him close, keeping him in. Every small breath made her breasts rise against his chest. Every small shift reminded them both how full she still felt.
Yorktown nuzzled his cheek, her voice a quiet murmur. “Mmm… I’m going to be leaking you for hours.”
He chuckled, his nose brushing her temple as he kissed her gently there. “Good. That’s the plan.”
Chapter 33: Masséna's Lewd Play
Summary:
I am back!
Chapter Text
The faint crackle of the paper lanterns gave the room a warm glow, soft shadows stretching across the tatami floor. The Commander sat with his back against the futon, already dried from the bath and dressed in a simple yukata, waiting for the sound of the sliding door to announce Masséna’s return.
He had been thinking of ordering food for the two of them, the inn was known for its seasonal meals, and he suspected she would be delighted with the sweet dumplings he’d spotted earlier.
The faint pad of footsteps in the corridor broke his thoughts. Slow, careful, almost hesitant. The door eased open, and the first thing that slipped through was the quiet scent of steam, minerals, and something faintly sweet, her.
Masséna stepped into the room, and the Commander found himself blinking, caught off guard.
Her long, silvery-blonde hair still clung wetly to her skin, heavy strands trailing over her shoulders and chest in glistening ribbons. The towel around her body was loose, damp from the hot spring and clinging almost transparently to her curves, as if the fabric was embarrassed to do its job. Each step she took was small and measured, as though she was nervous, though the faint flush across her cheeks betrayed excitement more than hesitation.
And then, the details.
Soft, white dog ears twitched atop her head, blending naturally with the pale tone of her hair. Around her throat rested a simple collar, trimmed with white fur, the kind of accessory that would have looked playful on its own. but with the leash ring shining at the front, it carried a far more suggestive weight. Behind her, almost hidden by the towel, the pale tuft of a dog’s tail swayed subtly with every movement. The way she walked, slow and mindful, told him exactly how it was being worn, and the Commander’s breath caught at the realization.
Over her eyes, she wore a delicate blindfold, sheer white lace that was frilled just enough to veil her gaze without hiding the faintest shimmer of her light, grey-blue eyes beneath. Her lips curved with a shy smile, one she tried and failed to hide, as if she knew she looked utterly ridiculous and irresistible all at once.
Her voice broke the silence first, soft and sing-song, as if nothing about this situation were unusual at all.
“Commander. . . I came back as fast as I could. The bath was so hot, I thought my skin might turn as soft as mochi. . . Do I look tasty?”
She stepped closer, the towel loosening a little around her chest, droplets sliding down the bare slope of her collarbone. Her blush deepened as she tilted her head toward him, ears twitching faintly with each careful breath.
“You were waiting so patiently. . . Were you thinking of snacks? Or. . . were you thinking of me?”
Her bare feet whispered against the tatami as she moved closer, her fingers curling into the edge of her towel as though she might drop it at any moment. The blindfold trembled faintly with her blush, her voice drifting out soft and sweet, carrying that playful cadence only she had.
“Heehee. . . You’re surprised, aren’t you? I can feel it. . . your breath is all uneven. That means my blessing worked.” She stopped just before him, the towel clinging to the damp swell of her breasts, the collar gleaming under the lantern light. Her hands fidgeted at her sides, twisting the towel against her thighs.
“Commander. . . I thought and thought in the bath. . . You always give me snacks, but. . . what if tonight, I become your snack instead? I taste sweet, don’t I? Sweeter than any dumpling, or pie. . .” Her tongue peeked out just slightly, wetting her lips as if she were already savoring the idea.
The Commander’s surprise broke into a smile, warmth threading through his gaze as he reached for her. His voice was steady, touched with amusement, touched with affection, letting her know without question that he welcomed this.
Masséna’s breath hitched, her body giving a tiny shiver as she leaned into his touch, ears twitching happily. “Ehehe. . . I knew it. . . You’re not going to tell me to stop. You’re happy. . . That makes me happy too.”
She pressed forward, letting the towel slip just enough for the swell of her breasts to peek through, droplets running down to catch the light. Her head tilted, the blindfold making her lean into his warmth with trusting steps, as if each inch was guided by his presence alone.
“Then. . . please, Commander. . . eat me up slowly. I’ll make sure every bite tastes yummy.”
His fingers were already sliding over her skin, tracing the trail of water that glistened down her shoulder, across her chest, and over the damp towel that did little to hide her body. She trembled at the greed in his touch, the heat of his palms spreading over her hips, her waist, as though he meant to memorize every inch at once.
“I… don’t even know where to start” He murmured, his voice caught between awe and hunger.
Masséna’s lips curved into a shy smile, her blindfold slipping lower over her flushed cheeks as she leaned closer. “Then don’t think too hard, Commander… Just taste me wherever you want. I’m all yours… sweet, soft, and ready to be eaten up.”
That was enough.
He leaned forward and captured her lips, the kiss slow at first, tasting of lingering steam and her nervous breath. Her lips parted with a faint, needy sigh, the sound spilling into his mouth as his arms pulled her closer. She responded eagerly, pressing herself against him, towel loosening further until damp heat met the thin fabric of his yukata.
His hand slid lower, curious, brushing against the base of her spine until his fingers found it, the soft fur of her tail. He curled his hand around it, tugging just slightly, and she gasped into the kiss, her body jolting against his. He pulled back for just a moment, lips grazing hers, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“So it really is what I thought” He teased, his voice low and amused. “You even went that far for me? Masséna… what am I going to do with you?”
Her cheeks burned hotter under the blindfold, but she didn’t answer right away. Instead, she pressed herself harder into him, her breasts flattening against his chest, the towel finally slipping halfway open. Her lips sought his again, needy and insistent, muffling her reply against his mouth.
“I told you… I’m yours to eat up, Commander… Every bit of me… Take as much as you want.”
The blindfold made her kisses clumsy and desperate, as if she was searching for him by taste alone, every brush of her tongue a plea to be devoured. The sound of their lips meeting, wet and urgent, filled the quiet room, each movement more fervent than the last. His hand gripped her tail again, firmer this time, and she moaned softly into the kiss, her thighs pressing together in instinctive need.
“See…? Even my tail wants to be tasted by you” She whispered breathlessly, breaking the kiss for only a heartbeat before leaning back in, her words spilling against his lips, trembling and playful. “Don’t stop… Don’t ever stop, Commander… Keep eating me up until I’m gone.”
Her body trembled in his arms, every inch of her wet skin begging to be touched, kissed, consumed. And with every greedy sweep of his hands, every teasing pull of her tail, she gave herself over more, clinging to him as though she couldn’t bear to be anywhere but against his mouth, his hands, his warmth.
His hand slid higher from her waist, tracing up the curve of her back until his fingers found the soft band of her collar. He hooked one finger through the small ring meant for a leash and tugged lightly.
Masséna’s breath hitched, a trembling moan escaping her lips as her knees gave the slightest wobble. “Mmmhh… Commander…” She whined softly, but instead of retreating she leaned closer, pressing her chest and stomach flat to him, as if the tug pulled her straight into his arms.
The towel gave way under her movements, slipping down her body, falling to the tatami without ceremony and leaving her bare, glistening in the dim lantern light.
Their mouths collided again, wetter, hungrier. Masséna straddled his lap without hesitation, thighs clinging tightly around him, her hips beginning to rock instinctively. She ground her heat against the hard bulge beneath his yukata, each press dragging a sharper moan from her throat, muffled only by the Commander’s lips claiming hers.
Her hands grew bolder, sliding across his chest, clutching the fabric, desperate to touch more of him. Meanwhile, his own hand rose to her chest, greed overtaking patience. His palm seized one heavy breast, squeezing firmly, almost possessively, kneading her softness as if she were his to take. Masséna gasped sharply into his mouth at the boldness, her rocking turning needier, faster, as though begging for more.
When their lips finally parted, wet strands clinging between them, she was flushed and panting, blindfold damp at the edges from her sweat. She pressed her forehead against his chin, breath quivering, voice dropping to a whisper.
“I… I have a proper leash… to give you.”
He blinked, smile curling on his lips, a soft chuckle rumbling in his throat. “A leash, really?”
She nodded eagerly, her body still trembling against him. “Mhm… I’m your little treat, Master… and I can’t be allowed to stray away tonight… How else will you eat me up properly?” Her words melted into a desperate whimper, her hips grinding against him one last time before she finally, reluctantly, pushed herself off.
He exhaled at the loss, his hands lingering in the air as if unwilling to let her go, but his eyes never left her as she padded across the room. The sway of her hips, the sheen of water still clinging to her thighs, every step whispered temptation. She bent near her bag and returned with a long, red velvet leash, the deep crimson a striking contrast against her pale skin.
Without a word, she attached it to her collar, her hands trembling slightly as the clasp clicked shut. Then she walked back slowly, deliberately, blindfold hiding her eyes but not the flush burning across her cheeks. She stopped before him, holding out the end of the leash with both hands, head lowered in shy offering.
“Here… Master.” Her voice was softer now, almost reverent. Then she sank gracefully to her knees before him, the leash still in her trembling hands, lifting her chin just enough that her lips hovered close to his lap.
“What… what do you want me to do?” She asked, her voice lilting, needy, and teasing all at once. “Command me, Master… I’m yours to taste.”
The Commander accepted the leash from her trembling hands, the velvet strap sliding into his palm with a satisfying weight. He curled his fingers around it, gave it the faintest tug, and Masséna’s body reacted as though it were instinct, her lips parted in a soft, breathy gasp, her chest pressing forward until the warm weight of her breasts hovered just above the bulge straining his yukata.
Her blush deepened, even through the blindfold, and when his voice came, low and commanding, she nearly melted at the sound.
“Then show me… how sweet you taste when you give me that titjob.”
Masséna’s lips curved into a shaky smile. “Ehehe… y-you want my breasts right away…? I knew it… I’m your snack tonight.” Her hands trembled as they moved, but the intent was deliberate, reverent. She tugged at his clothing, peeling the yukata aside until his cock sprang free, flushed and already stiffening from her grinding earlier.
Her breath hitched as though she could see it through the blindfold, and her soft fingers wrapped around the base with delicate care. “Commander… no… Master” She corrected herself, voice husky with excitement “I love your cock. More than every sweet I’ve ever tasted. It’s like candy that never runs out, even better, because it makes me feel so warm inside.”
She gave a slow tug, her palm tightening just enough to drag a groan from his throat. His body leaned back slightly on the futon, hips instinctively following her hand, and the sound of his breath made her shiver with glee. She giggled quietly. “Ehehe… it’s already twitching for me. You really are hungry for me, aren’t you?”
Without hesitating, she leaned her head forward, lips parting, and spat lightly. The droplet glistened as it fell, striking the crown of his cock before trickling lazily down the shaft. Her other hand joined in, smearing her spit along him, dragging the slickness down to the very base. She made sure no inch was left untouched, her fingers gliding smoothly, stroking him with an almost devotional rhythm.
“Mmm… so slippery now… Perfect for me.”
She shifted closer on her knees, her leash clinking softly with each movement. The heavy swell of her breasts pressed against his erection, the soft flesh enveloping him with teasing friction as she nestled him between them. Her moan vibrated through her chest, as though the sensation alone thrilled her as much as it did him.
Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against his skin, just above his abdomen, kissing tenderly. Then another, lower, just beside the base of his cock, worshipful pecks trailing his body. “You taste so much better than I imagined…” She whispered between kisses, her hot breath spilling over him.
The Commander’s grip tightened on the leash, a satisfied smile on his lips as he exhaled, his cock stiffening even further between the pillowy squeeze of her breasts. Her touch, her voice, her kisses, it all bled together into a haze of pleasure, and Masséna reveled in the way his body betrayed him.
“Hehe… You’re throbbing so much, Master… just from me kissing you…” She murmured, voice dripping with both awe and pride. “Let me give you more… I’ll make it feel even yummier.”
Masséna shifted lower, her body trembling with a mixture of eagerness and anticipation as she pressed her breasts firmly around him. The warmth of her soft flesh embraced his cock fully now, her slick spit already making it slide with delicious ease.
She tilted her head, sticking out her tongue, and with a mischievous hum let another rope of spit fall directly onto the flushed crown. The droplet hit and spread, mixing with the glistening bead of his pre-cum, and she smiled through her blush, her blindfold trembling as she whispered.
“Look, Master… I’m feeding you more of my blessings… drip by drip. All for you.”
Her blue-grey eyes, barely visible beneath the lacy white blindfold, remained fixed on his face, watching the way his lips parted and his breath hitched. She began to move her breasts, slowly, sensually, lifting and pressing, rubbing his cock between her cleavage in long, deliberate strokes.
Not fast, not hurried, but teasing, coaxing him into full, throbbing hardness. Each movement squeezed and slid around him, her breathy giggles spilling out as if his reactions were the sweetest treat she could taste.
“Ahh… I can feel it, Master… you’re getting so stiff. Harder and harder inside my chest… all because of me.”
She leaned forward suddenly, lips pursed, and placed a delicate kiss on the tip of his cock. The sticky wetness of his pre-cum smeared across her lips as she did, and she giggled softly, licking them with a shiver. Her tongue darted out to catch the taste lingering there, and her moan was almost too genuine to be playful.
“Mmm… so yummy. Sweeter than honey. Too good for a silly, snack-obsessed girl like me…” She murmured, her voice breaking into a whimper, as though overwhelmed by the very idea of deserving him.
The Commander shivered, a growl in his throat at her words, but he didn’t falter. His grip tightened on the velvet leash, tugging sharply until she gasped, her breasts pressing tighter around him in instinctive reaction. “Don’t just tease me, Masséna,” He ordered, his voice low, full of authority. “Start moving properly. That’s an order.”
Her breath caught, a moan escaping her lips before she nodded hurriedly, eager to submit, eager to please. “Y-yes… Master… I’ll do as you say. I’ll eat you up properly now…”
She lowered her head again, lips parting as her tongue flicked out. With a hungry, almost desperate eagerness, she began lavishing his tip, swirling her tongue around the swollen crown, lapping up every drop of pre-cum that welled up. Her moans vibrated against him as she attacked with pure devotion, her breasts pumping faster now around his shaft, each stroke slick and hot with spit.
“Mmhh… s-so good… I love the way you taste… the way you twitch for me… I’ll make you melt, Master, I promise…”
Masséna’s every movement radiated intent, her body devoted to nothing but his pleasure. Her breasts hugged his shaft in a perfect sheath, soft and pliant, slick from the spit she’d smeared so generously across his length. She squeezed them inward, rocking them up and down in slow, deliberate motions, each drag of her cleavage gliding smoothly along his cock. The friction was heavenly, her damp, hot skin massaging every vein, every throb, until his hips twitched against her without him meaning to.
Her lips hovered just above his crown, her breath warm, tickling, making him twitch harder. She let her tongue loll out lazily, then gave his tip a slow, worshipful lick, circling it once… twice… before sealing her mouth around just the very head. Her lips tightened with a playful hum, teasingly suckling as her tongue swirled, coaxing out another bead of pre-cum.
“Mmhh… ahhn… Master… it drips out like nectar…” She whispered when she pulled away, her blindfold trembling with her blush. Another rope of spit fell from her mouth, splattering across his crown, rolling down into her cleavage where his cock slid between. She caught it with her breasts, pressing harder, grinding up and down with more pressure.
Then, lowering her head again, she began a rhythm, her tits pumping steadily while her lips and tongue devoted themselves to his tip. She would drag her tongue in a lazy line across the slit, lap up his taste, then purse her lips to kiss it softly, almost lovingly. Every kiss came with a muffled giggle, as if savoring him was her favorite game. When his cock twitched against her lips, she moaned sweetly, welcoming it like she’d just bitten into a decadent dessert.
She alternated between suckling gently at the crown, just enough to create a wet, lewd pop when she pulled back, and lapping eagerly, her tongue swirling again and again, never letting his sensitive head go unattended even as her breasts slid along his shaft. The combined sensations, her warm, snug cleavage squeezing him, and her wet, worshipful tongue and lips treating his tip, had him throbbing, his breath ragged.
Masséna’s own moans matched his pace, spilling out with every motion. “Mmmhh… you’re twitching so much… Master must love it… I-I can feel it, all your heat, your taste… ahhn, it’s making me dizzy… but I want more… I want to eat you up until you can’t hold back…”
She pressed her chest tighter, sliding faster now, and let her lips close over his tip once again. This time she held him in her mouth a little longer, suckling softly as her tongue flicked insistently against his slit, greedily coaxing every drop of his taste into her mouth while her breasts worked him with hungry devotion.
Masséna settled into a rhythm that was anything but hesitant now, her breasts squeezed and dragged with slick, lewd sounds as she pressed them tightly together around his cock, her wet skin gliding from base to crown in long, indulgent strokes.
Every time she reached the top, her lips and tongue were there to greet him, lavishing his tip with worship. She licked around the swollen head in little spirals, kissed it tenderly, then sealed her lips over it with a needy hum that vibrated straight down his shaft.
Her blindfold trembled from her blush, her soft blue-grey eyes hidden but locked on him through instinct, her every motion tuned to his ragged breathing. “Mmhh… Master… you’re so big between my breasts… so hot and heavy… I can feel it throbbing, begging for release…” She cooed breathlessly, saliva dripping from her tongue down onto him, adding to the slick warmth between her chest.
She gave another languid lick, savoring the salt of his pre-cum, before whispering between kisses, “You can… cum all over me if you want… fill my mouth with it, let me drink it all down… or. . .” She giggled softly, pumping her tits faster “ . . .impregnate my breasts with it… paint my face, cover me… I’ll love it no matter how you give it to me.”
The Commander groaned, his hands clenching into the futon, the leash in one hand pulled taut as if to anchor himself. She felt him twitch violently, and her heart skipped with excitement, her pace doubling, her moans rising higher. “Ahnn… y-you’re close, aren’t you? Mmhh… yes… cum for me, Master… cum and let me taste it, please…”
Her breasts squeezed in tighter, her mouth sealing around his tip, and her tongue attacked in eager, flicking motions, coaxing, urging, demanding. That was all it took. With a strangled groan, he bucked up into her cleavage and mouth, release surging.
The first thick spurt hit her tongue directly, filling her mouth with his heat. She moaned around him, swallowing greedily as she continued to milk him with her lips and tits. Each pulse sent another rope of cum spilling over, some she caught in her mouth, cheeks puffing before she gulped it down, some overflowing, streaking across her cheek, painting her blindfold and her flushed face. She pulled back for a moment to show him the mess, her mouth still full, letting him see the glistening pool of his seed on her tongue before she swallowed with a pleased hum.
Her breasts continued to pump, coaxing every last drop from him until he gave a few weaker spurts, most of it landing across her chest, glistening atop her pale skin and dripping down between her breasts. Even after the peak, his cock twitched against her lips, and she kissed it reverently, licking the tip clean with slow, savoring swipes.
“Mmmhh… ahhh…” She exhaled, smiling, her voice husky. “Master… you taste so good… so much… you almost overflowed me…” She scooped some of the seed off her chest with her fingers and licked it up, giggling through her blush. “Even now, you’re making me feel full… and I want more… I want all of you tonight.”
The Commander could only stare at her, his submissive Masséna, face flushed, lips swollen from worship, her cleavage and cheeks streaked with his seed, blindfold damp and clinging to her, smiling up at him as if she’d just been given the sweetest treat in the world. And the sight alone made his cock twitch back to life, as if she’d never let his arousal fade.
His chest still heaved from release, but the sight of Masséna licking him clean, seed dripping down her flushed skin, lit a fire in him all over again. Somehow, strength surged through him, desire demanding more. His grip on the leash tightened as he sat up, his voice steady, commanding.
“On your hands and knees. Now.”
Masséna’s heart fluttered, a shiver rushing down her spine at the sharp tone. She obeyed eagerly, spinning on the futon, her towel forgotten completely. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders as she lowered onto all fours, hips swaying playfully, her tail brushing up against her ass with every movement. The leash dangled, and he let it drape across the small of her back, the red velvet a sinful contrast against her pale, damp skin.
He positioned himself behind her, cock already hard again from the sight alone, and pressed the thick length between her cheeks, grinding it slowly against the base of her tail. She gasped, a high, sweet sound, her fingers digging into the bedding. “Aahhnn… Master… i-it’s rubbing against the tail plug… mmmhh… feels so naughty…”
His cock slid back and forth, smearing precum along her softness, and he leaned down, voice low against her ear. “Tell me… do you want me to fill you there now, or later?”
Masséna whimpered, her hips rocking back to grind against him, needy and shameless. “Nnnhh… l-later… please… make it my final treat… when I’m already broken by you…” Her giggle was breathless, trembling as she pushed her ass harder against his cock. “But this doggy… nghh… this doggy needs to be fucked right now…”
That playful declaration made his chest tighten with raw desire. He tugged on the leash, firm but not cruel, forcing her head up, her body arching beautifully beneath the control. “Then you’ll be fucked right now” He growled.
Masséna moaned loudly at the tug, her mouth falling open, tongue brushing her lips as she shivered. Her blindfold clung to her cheeks, her blush hotter than ever, her body quivering with anticipation.
She whined, the sound of a pet begging for its master.
His other hand gripped her waist, steadying her trembling frame, before he angled himself and slowly pushed forward. The head of his cock pressed against her soaked entrance, and Masséna cried out as her body yielded, slick warmth welcoming him inside.
“Aaahhhnnn… M-Master… y-you’re so big… so thick… stretching me out so much…” Her arms gave a small shake, fingers clawing at the futon as inch by inch, he filled her. Her walls pulsed and clenched desperately around him, her body singing with pleasure at every bit of intrusion.
He pulled the leash again, forcing her head higher as he buried himself deeper, her back arching more, tail twitching wildly. Her moans came faster, every sound dripping with delight. “Yessss… ohhh yesss… I-I love it… nghhh… love you inside me like this… ahhh Master, I’m your doggy, your pet, please… don’t stop… f-fuck me, please!”
The heat of her voice, the trembling surrender of her body, the velvet leash taut in his hand, it all painted her as the perfect picture of submission, his Masséna, begging to be used, and yet glowing with joy that it was him doing it.
The Commander’s thrust buried deep, his hand tightening on her waist as he leaned over her trembling back. The leash was taut in his grip, velvet digging lightly against her throat as her head tipped back, exposing her flushed neck.
“You’ve thought about this before, haven’t you?” His voice was low, heavy, teasing against her ear. His hips rolled just enough to make her shiver. “Dreamt of me putting you on all fours, leash on, fucking you like this?”
Masséna froze, her breath catching, heat burning across her skin even hotter than the springs. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out but a soft whimper.
He tugged the leash sharply, forcing her back to arch further. “Speak.”
Her body jolted at the command, her voice spilling out in a breathless rush. “Y-yes! I’ve dreamed of it, I wanted this so badly… nghhhhnn… even touched myself to the thought of being your pet…”
Her words broke into a cry as he gave a sharper push into her soaked cunt, cock stretching her walls deliciously.
“And today?” He pressed, his tone dangerous, knowing. “Did you touch yourself before this?”
Her whole body trembled, the blindfold hiding her shame, her voice shrinking into a whisper. “...Y-yes… I… I touched myself today… right before you came into the springs. I wanted to be ready, wanted to imagine what you’d do to me when I showed you… nghhhhnnn…”
“And did you cum?” His grip on her leash tightened, cock grinding in place, just toying with her.
She shook her head wildly, hips rocking back against him in desperation. “N-no… I couldn’t… I tried, I wanted to, but then you came in… a-and you stopped me when you started speaking about the food… Master…”
He grinned against her neck, his breath hot as he growled. “Then I’ll fix that. Right now.”
And with that promise, he pulled her back by the leash and drove into her hard. His hips slammed against her ass, loud smacks filling the room as his cock hammered into her soaked pussy. There was no hesitation, no careful easing, just raw, relentless thrusts, knowing her body was already molded to him from countless times before.
Her back bent beautifully under the pull, her head thrown back as cries spilled from her lips, each thrust forcing the air out of her chest. “Aaahhhhnnnn! M-Master! Ohh gods, you’re so deep! So rough. . .yes! Yessss! I love it, I love being fucked like this! Please, don’t stop, never stop!”
Her walls squeezed around him frantically, eager to take every inch, her ass bouncing back against his hips with every sharp slam. The leash held her upright, forced her surrender, and she gave it gladly, moaning louder with every stroke that shook her body.
The Commander shifted his grip, letting the velvet leash hold her steady as his other hand slid from her waist to her flat, trembling stomach. He pressed his palm there firmly, feeling the way her body quivered each time his cock speared deep inside her.
“Feel that?” He murmured against her ear, pushing harder against her belly until she could feel the outline of him, thick and hot, moving in her core. “That’s me, filling you up. Right where you wanted me.”
Masséna’s breath hitched, her moans breaking into gasps as the pressure made her shiver all over. “Mmmhhhnnn… I-I can feel you… gods, Master, it’s so much…!”
He grinned, sliding his hand lower, past the soft swell of her belly until his fingers brushed her clit. He rubbed it slow at first, circular, teasing strokes, perfectly timed with the deep slams of his cock.
Her body jolted, legs quaking beneath her, arms giving way so that her chest fell toward the futon while her ass stayed high from his relentless thrusts. “Aahhh! Nnghhhnn! M-Master, not there—ahhh! I-I can’t—!”
“You can. And you will” His voice was firm, commanding, as his fingers toyed her nub with a steady rhythm. “You’re going to cum for me. I want to see it. I want to feel your pussy squeeze me until I can’t hold back.”
Her moans grew desperate, breathless cries spilling as his cock and fingers worked her at once, every nerve in her body set alight. The leash pulled her head back, his hand pinned her belly down, and his fingers teased her clit mercilessly, making her thrash under him.
“Say it” He growled, hips slamming faster, the futon beneath them creaking. “Say you’re my little pet, and cum for me.”
Masséna’s whole body shook, her voice trembling, needy, broken. “I’m your pet! Y-your treat. . .your little pet! Nnnghhhnnn! Master, I’m—aaahhhhnnnnn!”
Her climax hit like a wave crashing, her pussy clenching around him wildly, juices spilling as she screamed his name. Her thighs shook violently, her back arching hard against his pull as the orgasm tore through her. His fingers didn’t let up, rubbing her clit through her convulsions, dragging her climax out until she nearly collapsed from the force of it.
The Commander held her tight as she writhed through the peak, her body quivering and milking him, but instead of granting her the relief of his own release, he eased back. Slowly, deliberately, his cock slid out of her soaked heat, leaving her clenching and trembling around emptiness.
Masséna let out a broken whine, her face pressed into the futon, her hips twitching back as if begging for him to fill her again. “M-Master…? Why…? I-I still need you…” Her voice was high, plaintive, needy, her ass wiggling in a desperate attempt to coax him back inside.
He tugged on the leash, pulling her head up enough to hear his low, satisfied tone. “Not yet. If you want to be filled again, you’ll have to show me just how much you want it.”
Her breath shuddered, cheeks flushed red beneath the blindfold. “S-show you…?”
“That’s right.” He guided her with a sharp tug, making her rise shakily onto her knees before he sat back on the futon, his cock still glistening, still hard. His eyes never left her as he patted his thigh. “Come straddle me. Take what you need. Ride me like the hungry little pet you are. If you want to cum again, it’ll be on my cock, with you moving for me.”
Masséna’s whole body burned hotter, a mix of shame and pure delight coursing through her. She nodded quickly, obediently. “Y-yes, Master…” Her voice was small, trembling with submission.
She crawled closer on her hands and knees, the leash draping across her chest as she moved. With trembling legs, she climbed into his lap, his tip pressing against her soaked folds. She whimpered at the contact, her hands on his shoulders, her body still quivering from the orgasm he’d dragged out of her.
“I… I’ll please you. I’ll make you feel good, Master…” She whispered, lowering herself with agonizing slowness, letting his cock spread her open again. The moan that tore from her throat was soft and broken, her whole frame shivering as she settled down onto him, impaled once more.
He gave the leash a firm tug, making her lean closer, forcing her to meet his eyes even beneath the blindfold. “Good girl. Now move. Show me how much my pet wants her Master.”
Masséna gasped, her walls clenching around him as she began to rock her hips, slow and unsteady at first, then with growing fervor. Every movement was an act of devotion, her submission laid bare as she worked herself on his cock, her voice spilling needy moans and little whimpers of pleasure with each bounce.
His palm cracked against her ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Masséna’s body jolted, her walls clenching tight around him in surprise, but instead of a whimper of protest, a breathless, needy moan spilled out of her throat. Her body arched, her hands clawing gently at his shoulders, trembling as the heat spread across her skin where his hand had left its mark.
The Commander leaned back slightly, watching her carefully, savoring her reaction. “Did you like that?” His hand massaged the spot he’d just struck, thumb dragging over the faint redness already forming. “Would you like more… marks that everyone can see?”
Masséna’s breath caught, a shiver running through her spine. She bit her lip, face burning under the blindfold, before letting out a desperate moan. “Y-yes… Please… Master…” She leaned forward, pressing her damp, trembling body against his, her breasts flattening against his chest as she rocked her hips over his length, burying him deep again and again. “You can spank me… as much as you want. L-leave bite marks, too… anywhere you want. I want to… show I belong to you.”
His cock throbbed inside her at her words, his hand moving instinctively to her ass again, gripping it possessively. “Such a needy girl” He growled with delight, his hand pulling at her collar ring with a sharp tug, forcing her to lift her head and expose her neck. “Then I’ll mark you until you can’t forget who you belong to.”
“Mmhh…! Y-yes… Master…” She moaned, shuddering as his teeth sank into the soft skin of her neck. Each nip and bite left little blooms of red along her pale flesh, and she melted against him, her lips finding his jaw, his throat, worshipping with hungry kisses and licks even as he claimed her with teeth.
Her hips never stopped moving, grinding and lifting, taking him in fully with every needy bounce. She shifted, sitting straighter in his lap, the leash draping down between her breasts as she placed both hands against his chest. The movement pressed her tight heat down against his cock in a way that made her moan louder, the new angle letting him reach deeper inside her. Her thighs quivered with the effort, but her face was lit with pleasure as she obeyed his command to move, to serve, to please.
His grip returned to her collar, tugging it so that her back arched, her chest thrust forward, giving him full view of her flushed body. “Look at you” He teased, voice low and heavy, “my little pet, bouncing on my cock, begging for spanks and bites. You want the whole world to know you’re mine, don’t you?”
Masséna’s moans grew breathless and high, her words tumbling out in a trembling whisper. “Yes… yes, I do… I want it… Master, I want everyone to know I’m yours. I-I’ll move as much as you want, I’ll keep taking you in… haahh… s-so long as you mark me. As long as you never let me go…”
Her wet hair clung to her skin, drops of water sliding down her collarbone and onto her chest as she rode him, body glowing with both sweat and lingering steam. Every little sound she made was devoted to him, every motion of her hips was pure worship, her need to please him radiating through every fiber of her being.
He let the leash slip from his fingers, the velvet length falling beside them on the futon, but he didn’t stop guiding her. Instead, his hand slid down between their joined bodies, fingers seeking out her swollen clit once more. The moment he touched her there, Masséna cried out, her hips stuttering before she forced herself to keep bouncing, to keep taking him in deep with every movement.
His fingers pressed, circled, teased with relentless intent, the slickness of her arousal coating him easily as he rubbed her faster. Each time she gasped, he punctuated it with a sharp smack against her ass, the sting mingling with the waves of pleasure and sending her eyes rolling back beneath the blindfold.
Her moans poured out helplessly, every sound a melody of need. “M-Master…! Hahhh… y-you’re driving me crazy…!”
“Good.” His voice was rough with lust, his hand moving mercilessly against her clit while his cock throbbed inside her tight heat. “I want you crazy for me. I want you to remember nothing but this.”
She whimpered, rocking harder on his length, her nails dragging lightly over his chest as if anchoring herself to him. Each bounce drove him deeper, each spank made her walls clench tighter, and she was left shivering with every jolt of ecstasy coursing through her body.
After a moment, he tugged lightly at her collar to steady her, his voice softer but still commanding. “Take off the blindfold, Masséna. I want to see your eyes when you fall apart for me.”
Her lips parted in a trembling smile, and without hesitation, her shaky hands lifted the frilly white fabric from her face. When it slipped away, her eyes met his, those pale, soft blue irises, misted with tears of pleasure, wide and glowing with need. The sight made his chest tighten, the depth of her devotion laid bare in that gaze.
“Master…” She breathed, voice breaking as she looked at him openly now. “I… I’m so happy… I’m yours… completely yours…”
He groaned, the intensity of her expression fueling his hunger. His hands gripped her hips, and this time, he thrust up to meet her movements, driving into her with force that made her cry out and cling to him. Each thrust sent her body bouncing higher, his cock slamming into her depths as his fingers never left her clit, doubling the overwhelming sensation.
Their rhythm grew messy, desperate, her hips jerking down to meet his, his thrusts rising to claim her over and over. The futon creaked beneath them, the leash brushing against her thigh, a silent reminder of her role. Both their breaths grew ragged, their bodies slick with sweat and steam as the heat built higher and higher, every movement bringing them closer to that inevitable edge.
Her cries grew more frantic, her body trembling violently with every sharp thrust that slammed into her soaked heat, every precise flick and grind of his fingers on her clit. She clung to him, nails digging lightly into his chest, her head falling forward until her forehead pressed to his.
“Ahhh—! Master… I can’t… I-I’m…!”
Her voice broke into a shrill moan as the dam burst. Her body arched against him, thighs quivering, her walls tightening down on his cock as a gush of wetness spilled out of her, squirting hard against his lap. The rush of heat and ecstasy painted her expression with bliss as her voice cracked into a scream of his name.
The Commander groaned in turn, his own release crashing through him as he pulled her down hard on his length, burying himself to the hilt. His cock throbbed violently inside her, spilling deep as his hips jerked with each pulse of cum.
Their lips found each other in the chaos, a desperate lock, tongues sliding together as they moaned into each other’s mouths. She kissed him hungrily, needily, clinging to him with trembling arms as if anchoring herself from being swept away by the storm of pleasure.
Her whole body shook as she rode out the aftershocks, the last waves of her orgasm making her twitch and leak against him. His hands gripped her waist and back tightly, holding her down as he filled her, his own moans muffled by her lips.
When the peak finally ebbed, Masséna slumped against him, chest heaving, her heart pounding so fast he could feel it against his. Her arms stayed wrapped around his neck, her face buried against his cheek, lips still brushing his skin with small, trembling kisses.
“Haahh… M-Master…” She whispered, voice weak but drenched in bliss “You made me… cum so hard… I… I can still feel it dripping…”
He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her lips, before holding her tight. Neither of them pulled away, both locked together, spent and shaking but utterly satisfied.
They didn’t move at first, still joined so deeply that every soft twitch of his cock inside her made Masséna shiver and sigh. Their lips met again and again, slow, tender kisses that lingered, each one melting into the next as if neither wanted to let go. She nuzzled against his jaw, her damp hair brushing his cheek, her soft breaths tickling his skin.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their breathing and the distant hush of water outside the room.
Then, in that hazy quiet, she murmured against his lips, voice low and trembling with excitement. “Mmm… Master… I can still feel you… inside me. You said… you had one more for me, didn’t you?” Her body shifted slightly atop him, squeezing down as if to coax him to life again, her pale blue eyes peeking up at him through damp lashes, needy and glowing.
He chuckled softly, his hand smoothing up her back, though his cock twitched at her words. “You remembered that, hm? Greedy little thing…”
She shivered at the teasing, biting her lip before leaning in close to his ear. Her voice dropped to a whisper, breath hot against him. “I want it… I want all of it… Give me everything, Master…”
Her lips trailed from his ear down his neck, kissing, licking, and nipping gently as though she were savoring him. Each touch of her tongue left his skin warm and damp, each press of her lips a plea without words. She covered his throat, his collarbone, even down to his chest, worshipping his body with adoring little kisses.
Her eyes flicked up at him between kisses, soft blue shimmering with hunger and devotion, asking, begging, without a word. And when her lips brushed back up along his jaw, she whispered again, softer, trembling with anticipation. “Please… let me have it. Let me take that last promise from you… I need it.”
Her words, her kisses, her desperate little nuzzles, all of it worked into him like fire, and beneath her, he was already beginning to stir again, swelling slowly back to full hardness inside her.
Masséna shifted slowly in his lap, her body still trembling from the last wave of pleasure, but her need clear in the way her hips tilted and her breath caught. She reached down, guiding his hand with hers until his palm rested on the curve of her ass. Her voice quivered, husky with anticipation.
“M-Master… help me… take it out…”
Her fingers coaxed his lower, until he felt the base of the toy snug between her cheeks. He pressed, tugged gently, and Masséna let out a soft, desperate moan, her body twitching at the sensation. With a slow pull, the tail plug eased free, wet and glistening, leaving her hole twitching around nothing.
“Aahhh… nghhh… haahh…” She gasped, forehead resting against his shoulder as her body quivered. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Now… use your fingers… get me ready.”
He obeyed, one finger sliding into her tight heat, and she whimpered sweetly, squeezing around him almost greedily. “M-More…” She begged, and when a second finger stretched her, her legs shook, her moans filling the room again. “Yes… yes, that’s it… I’m getting ready now, Master… for you to take me everywhere…”
His other hand rose, brushing over her head. He pinched the soft, white dog ears she’d put on, lifting them away gently before setting them aside. Then both their hands moved to her collar, unclasping it together with slow care. The little click of it coming undone sounded almost ceremonial.
Without it, she leaned back, breath shaky, the soft redness left around her throat laid bare. He frowned faintly at the sight, then leaned forward, kissing the marks tenderly. His lips lingered there as he whispered against her skin. “I’ll apply some cream later… soothe it for you.”
Masséna giggled, the sound weak but playful, her blush radiant. “Mmhh… I’d rather something edible and creamy to eat… you know what I mean, Commander.” Her voice softened on the last word, the change deliberate.
“Not Master anymore?” He asked, pulling back just enough to see her smile.
“Not right now” She whispered, kissing his cheek. “Right now… it’s just you. Just my Commander.”
She eased herself off of him with a shaky moan, his cock slipping free of her with a wet sound that made her cheeks burn hotter. Then she lay back on the futon, her hair fanned out around her head, her body still damp from the spring, pale and inviting. She parted her legs slowly, watching him through hooded eyes, her lips curving into a smile that was both shy and eager.
The Commander exhaled, bracing his hands against the futon as he moved over her, his body casting hers in shadow. She bit her lip at the sight, heart racing, watching every movement as he positioned himself atop her, their bodies aligning once more.
He steadied himself above her, one hand pressed into the futon by her head, the other guiding his cock down between her parted cheeks. The thick, flushed crown of his length nudged against her tighter ring, slickened from his fingers and the mess already dripping down from her earlier release.
Masséna gasped softly the moment she felt the heat of him pressing there, her arms instinctively winding up around his neck, holding him close. “C-Commander…” She whispered, her voice breathless and trembling “Go slow… please… I want to feel it all.”
He leaned down, kissing the corner of her lips tenderly, before pushing forward with careful, steady pressure. Her body resisted at first, her mouth opening in a low moan, her nails clutching at his back. He paused only long enough to let her adjust, his lips brushing hers in soft encouragement, before easing deeper inch by inch.
Masséna’s head tilted back against the pillow, her pale blue eyes fluttering shut as her throat released a long, high-pitched whimper. “Ahhhhnnn…! So big… stretching me… nghhh, it’s so much after already cumming so hard…” Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him in as her arms clung to him, desperate to feel every bit of closeness.
The Commander groaned softly at the sensation, her ass enveloping him tighter than her soaked pussy, every throb of his cock met by her trembling body. “Gods, Masséna…” He hissed, kissing her neck between words, “You feel incredible. You’re taking me so well.”
She shivered at the praise, her smile weak but radiant, her breath brushing his cheek. “Mmmhh… I-I want to… I want to be full everywhere by you, Commander… ahhhhnn…”
Bit by bit, he sank deeper, her body yielding to him slowly, each new inch wringing a louder moan from her lips. She held him tighter, burying her face in the crook of his neck, her voice muffled but honest. “So deep… haahh… I can feel every part of you… pressing, stretching… It’s so good, better than I dreamed…”
When finally he was buried to the hilt, their hips flush, both of them trembled at the intensity of it. The earlier orgasms had left them raw, sensitive, and now every twitch, every subtle squeeze of her body sent shocks of pleasure through them both.
They stayed there, connected, lips brushing as they kissed slowly, languidly, savoring the closeness. Masséna’s moans grew softer, sweeter, her body relaxing under the constant heat of him inside her. “Nnnhhh… Commander… every time you move, I feel like I’ll break apart again…” She whispered against his lips.
He pulled back only slightly, hips rolling shallowly to test her, to savor the way she clung to him. She gasped, eyes fluttering open to meet his, her gaze hazy with bliss but glowing with devotion. “D-don’t stop… don’t ever stop…”
And so he moved again, slow and deliberate, both of them trembling at the sensation, every thrust more intimate, more overwhelming because of how raw and sensitive they already were. Each slide in and out sent waves through her, her body arching beneath him as she moaned, her arms never letting go of his neck, holding him as if she’d never let him leave her embrace.
He began to move with measured intent, each stroke slow and deliberate, the drag of his cock through her tightness drawing ragged moans from both of them. His hips pressed forward until he was buried fully inside her ass, then he would retreat, only to sink back in again, the rhythm steady, unhurried, like he wanted to make every second of this last.
Masséna clung to him, her arms locked around his neck, her chest pressing flush to his, her legs wrapped tight around his waist to keep him close. Every thrust made her body quake beneath him, her nails raking lightly down his back, her voice breaking into soft, desperate sounds against his ear. “Nnnhhh—ahhh… Commander… you’re so deep, so thick… nghhh, stretching me everywhere…”
He kissed her jaw, her lips, her throat, whispering against her skin between thrusts. “You’re perfect… my sweet girl, taking me so well… Gods, you’re tight… I can feel every inch of you.”
She whimpered at his words, her blush hot against his cheek. “Mmmhh… it’s because… because I’m made for you… haahhhhnn… my body only wants you, Commander… No one else could ever fill me like this… ahhh, it feels so good…”
He groaned, his hips pressing harder, making her squeal softly as his cock reached even deeper. “That’s because you are mine, Masséna. Every sound, every squeeze… it’s all for me.”
Her body quivered at his tone, her pale blue eyes locking onto his with tearful devotion. “Y-yes… yours, always… ahhhhnnn… I love it, I love being filled by you… I love you, Commander…”
The words seemed to break something in him, and his pace grew stronger, his hips snapping forward with more force, though still drawn out enough to savor the sensation. Their bodies smacked together, the sound lewd and wet, echoing with every motion. She threw her head back, gasping loudly, her arms tightening around him as if afraid he’d vanish.
Her voice spilled out unfiltered, desperate. “Aahhhhnnn! Yes! Yes, just like that! Nnnnghhh—I can’t hold it, I’m gonna—! Commander, please, cum with me, I want to feel you fill me again… give me everything, don’t hold back!”
He kissed her hard, swallowing her cries as he drove into her, each thrust dragging him closer to the edge. His hand slid down her body, between them, and his fingers found her clit again, rubbing furiously to push her over.
Masséna screamed into his mouth, her body locking tight around him as another violent orgasm ripped through her. Her legs shook, her walls spasming around his cock, squeezing him in desperate waves as wetness spilled beneath her, her body convulsing with bliss.
The Commander growled against her lips, the feel of her climax dragging him past his own breaking point. He buried himself deep, grinding into her as his cock pulsed violently, ropes of hot seed spilling inside her, filling her ass with every spurt. His moan mingled with hers, low and guttural, his whole body shuddering as he emptied himself completely into her.
They clung to each other through it, lips locked in a desperate kiss, their moans muffled but raw, bodies quaking together as the last waves of their orgasms wracked them both. Even as the pulses slowed, he stayed deep inside her, unwilling to break the connection, his arms wrapped tightly around her trembling form.
When they finally pulled apart, breathless and slick with sweat, Masséna’s lips curved into a shaky smile, her voice weak but full of warmth. “Haahhh… Commander… you really did… give me everything… I-I can’t stop shaking…”
He kissed her softly, brushing her damp hair back. “And I’d do it all again.”
She giggled weakly, nuzzling into him. “Mmmhh… then I’ll never stray… not when you make me feel this good…”
They stayed like that, bodies joined, hearts still racing, the world outside forgotten, wrapped only in each other.
Chapter 34: Duquesne, Rose Tinted
Summary:
Here is the other new girl. Lovely~
Chapter Text
The bath glowed faintly crimson, candlelight dancing across the rippling surface, petals floating like fragments of some eternal spring. The air was thick with the heady scent of wine and rose, enough to leave even the Commander's head a little hazy.
Duquesne sat perched squarely in his lap, her back pressed to his chest, the sheer fabric clinging to her damp skin doing little to hide her curves. Her ass rested perfectly against his crotch, the warmth of her body almost overwhelming as the two lounged in the steaming bath. His arms were already around her waist, hands exploring her as if the alcohol had stripped away his restraint.
Her eyes were half-lidded, softened by wine and by affection alike, her lips parted in a faint sigh as his mouth trailed along her neck. Soft kisses peppered her chocolate skin, sometimes lingering, sometimes teasing, and every brush of his lips drew a quiet hum from deep in her throat.
"Mmm. . . Commander. . . your lips are far more intoxicating than the wine" She whispered, her voice rich and warm, as if her words themselves were velvet. She tilted her head slightly, granting him better access to the crook of her neck, her hair spilling forward over one shoulder.
His hands roamed with slow hunger, one palming the swell of her breast beneath the translucent drape, the other tracing lazy circles over her thigh, brushing higher each time. Duquesne made no move to stop him; instead, she shifted faintly, pressing her chest into his palm, parting her legs ever so slightly to guide his hand where she wanted it most.
"Do not hesitate. . . I am yours to touch" She murmured, her tone both indulgent and commanding in its own right, as though she were giving him permission to claim her fully.
For a moment she simply basked in his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as the bath's heat mingled with the warmth of his body. Then, with a graceful little motion, she slipped from his lap, standing in the crimson water. Droplets slid down her bare back, and with deliberate care she sprinkled a handful of fresh petals into the bath, their fragrance intensifying.
The Commander's gaze, unbidden, followed the curve of her hips as she bent forward slightly, the sheer fabric clinging scandalously to her ass and thighs. Between her legs, her lower lips gleamed with bathwater and something far more inviting. The view was perfect, unguarded, a silent temptation.
When she turned and sank back into his lap, her body slid snug against him once more, only this time, the hardness pressing against her ass was impossible to miss. She stilled, her breath hitching faintly, before a knowing smile curved her lips.
"Oh. . . Commander. . . is this warmth I feel. . . your truest indulgence stirring beneath me?" She teased softly, her voice lilting, as though she already knew the answer. Her hips shifted ever so slightly, grinding against him as she settled back against his chest again, eyes closing as if savoring the closeness.
Her dusky skin gleamed beneath the bath’s crimson hue, every droplet of wine-tinged water catching the candlelight as it ran down her curves. When she eased back into his lap, her ass pressed once more against his arousal, but this time she lingered, rolling her hips with deliberate grace, her supple body molding itself to his.
Duquesne’s voice was a velvet murmur, rich with both refinement and intoxication. “Mmm… how fortunate you are, Commander, to have your desire nestled between thighs so eager to cherish you…” She parted her legs slightly, guiding his cock down with one hand until the thick length nestled firmly in the warm, slick cleft of her thighs.
The contrast was intoxicating, his pale length embraced by her smooth, chocolate skin, the heat of her body enveloping him even without penetration. She pressed her thighs together with languid strength, trapping him in that velvet vise, and slowly began to rock her hips.
A groan spilled from his lips at once, his hands tightening on her waist as he felt the friction of her thighs stroking his cock. The silky glide of her skin, warmed by the bath and slick with water, made every subtle shift agonizingly pleasurable.
Duquesne tilted her head, a smile ghosting her lips as she heard his breath falter against her neck. “Ahh… yes… let me cradle you here, between these legs that have walked far and wide. Tonight, their journey is but to serve you.” She squeezed tighter, rolling her thighs with patient rhythm, ensuring the uperside of his shaft brushed against her heat with every pass.
His cock throbbed, sliding forward and back between the dark, silken press of her flesh. She adjusted her grip, pressing the tops of her thighs together more firmly, creating a snug, indulgent sheath. Then, with slow intent, she began to move in earnest, her thighs flexing, easing, flexing again, stroking him as if her very body was a chalice into which he could pour his desire.
All the while her hands roamed herself, one rising to cradle her own breast, fingers teasing her nipple, the other guiding his hand back down her belly so he could feel the way her core pulsed with need. She sighed when his palm spread against her, her hips rocking more steadily now to match the needy throbs of his cock.
“Do you feel it, Commander? Your need gliding in worship between my thighs… ahhh, how divine…” She tilted her head back against his shoulder, catching his lips in a languid kiss. Their tongues met, wine-sweet and hungry, her moans vibrating into his mouth as her thighs continued their slow, steady devotion around him.
The sensation was exquisite, hot, smooth, endlessly indulgent, and Duquesne gave herself fully to the act, every shift of her legs and every squeeze meant to heighten his pleasure. Her thighs became his sheath, her body his altar, and she murmured softly between kisses, “Come… let yourself be undone in my embrace. I will drink it all in, as though it were the richest of wines.”
His hand pressed tighter into the smooth plane of her belly, fingers spreading wide as though to claim her entire core, while his other palm rose to cup the breast she wasn’t already teasing. His thumb rolled slowly over her nipple, tugging a gasp from her lips as her back arched faintly against his chest.
The wine bath lapped softly around them, but its fragrance was nothing compared to the heady intoxication of her body in his hands. His lips descended again, searing kisses against the slope of her neck, but they grew less gentle, more demanding. He latched onto her dark skin with hungry purpose, sucking hard enough to leave deep marks, dragging his teeth lightly to punctuate the claiming touch.
Duquesne’s breath came out in a shuddering moan, her thighs tightening instinctively around his cock as it throbbed between them. “Ahhh… Commander… yes… yes, mark me so… let the dawn light bear witness to whom I belong…” Her words quivered but carried that same velvety cadence, half-knight, half-lover, as if she were pledging herself with each breath.
He bit her again, lower, right where her neck curved into her shoulder, and she nearly cried out, her body trembling as her thighs moved faster, stroking him more eagerly. Her own hands, previously teasing herself, now reached back to hold his. She pressed his palm harder into her breast, forcing his fingers to squeeze, while her other hand clasped the one at her belly, guiding it lower toward her heat but not quite letting it reach, savoring the anticipation.
Her voice poured out like rich wine, thick and sweet. “Mmmhh… every kiss, every bite… it seeps into me deeper than any vintage… You intoxicate me, Commander. Your touch makes me dizzy… your hunger renders me weak…” She rocked harder now, sliding him faster between her thighs, his length smearing against her slick folds with every motion.
Her thighs rippled around him, flexing, caressing, every squeeze dragging more sensation out of him, while her words lured him deeper into her spell. “Lose yourself in me… let my body be your vineyard, and drink until you can drink no more…” She moaned as his teeth sank in again, her voice breaking as her hips quivered. “Yesss… ahhh… brand me, devour me… fill me so that my every breath carries your taste…”
The Commander groaned against her neck, his cock pulsing between her thighs, his hands kneading and holding as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Every kiss, every bite left another dark bloom against her throat and shoulder, a tapestry of marks that would linger long after the bath had gone cold.
The rhythm of her thighs had long since carried him to the brink, the slick warmth of her dark skin caressing his cock in a way that left his breath ragged against her neck. His hips began to twitch, no longer able to remain still, instinctively thrusting between her thighs with short, urgent strokes.
Duquesne felt it, the growing pulse, the way he trembled as though holding back a flood and her lips curved into a trembling smile. She turned her head, lips brushing his ear, and for once let her knightly composure slip entirely.
“Mmmhh… ahhh, Commander… I can feel you throbbing, straining, desperate to spill… You want to paint me, don’t you? Cover my thighs with your seed, mark me so the whole bath knows who I belong to…” Her voice cracked into a sultry moan, the words spilling like sin-drenched poetry. “Spurt it all for me… stain me white until I’m dripping with you… I want your cum, Commander, every last drop.”
The filthy devotion, whispered so close to his ear in that lilting, accented cadence, shattered what restraint he had left. He groaned, sharp and guttural, his body lurching forward as his cock twitched violently between her thighs.
The first hot spurt erupted, splashing high into the air before falling back in thick streaks across her dark, glistening skin. Another followed, and another, painting her thighs and belly in pearly white ribbons that gleamed against her chocolate complexion. The sight alone was enough to draw a cry of satisfaction from her, thighs squeezing tighter around him to milk every drop.
She held him through it, rocking her hips slowly, savoring the heat of him spilling across her skin. When his orgasm finally ebbed, she turned her head fully and captured his lips in a deep, wine-sweet kiss, swallowing his ragged moans into her mouth.
Their kiss lingered as his release dripped down her legs, white streaks running into the crimson water below, mingling decadently with the wine and petals. Duquesne’s smile was radiant when they parted, her voice soft and thick with affection.
“Ahh… Commander… such richness you’ve given me. A vintage of your own making… poured only for me.” She giggled faintly, kissing him again, her thighs still slick with his seed as she pressed herself closer, unwilling to let the warmth fade.
She shifted slowly, gracefully, as though her body were made of the same wine-dark silk that floated around them. She slid both of his hands down from her breasts and chest, guiding them firmly until his palms rested just above her toned, smooth tummy. Her own fingers laced over his, holding him there with quiet authority.
They kissed as she did it, long, deep, wine-sweet kisses that left their lips tingling, their tongues slow and indulgent, savoring every shared breath. When they parted for air, her forehead lingered against his, her voice low and velvety.
“Here” She murmured, pressing his hands tighter into her belly “Hold me here… feel me, remember me. These hands of yours… they are my chains, and I welcome the weight.”
Her own fingertips drew soft, lazy circles against the backs of his hands, her touch tender, hypnotic. The sensation was impossible to ignore: her soft, chocolate skin gliding against his, every stroke a caress that seemed to seep into memory, branding itself as much as the marks on her neck. It was like being kissed everywhere she touched, a warmth he could never forget.
Despite the storm of his climax still ebbing from him, the reality was undeniable, his cock remained hard, throbbing, still cradled snugly between her thighs. And those thighs… dark, sleek, glistening with his release… they clung to him possessively, cum streaking across her skin like pale war paint, evidence of how thoroughly they had claimed his control.
Duquesne giggled softly against his lips, a low, indulgent sound, and gave her thighs the slightest squeeze around him, coaxing a sharp throb from his cock. “Mmmhh… stubborn, aren’t you, my Commander? Even after being drained, you remain so eager… so loyal to the embrace of my thighs.” Her voice melted into a sigh, her words dripping like honeyed wine. “They are yours to spill upon… and yet, do not forget, they are also mine. I decree it. As with every other part of me.”
Her declaration was not loud, not sharp, but quiet, certain, spoken as an oath pressed into the warm air. She rocked faintly against him, letting him feel the slick slide of his cock nestled between her cum-marked thighs, as if to remind him of her claim with every subtle motion.
Their lips met again, softer this time, as her hands remained over his, holding him tight against her belly. Her thighs continued their slow, loving grip around him, as if promising she would never let him escape the memory of how completely she had enveloped him.
The Commander could feel it, the way his cock never truly softened, the way her thighs’ slow squeeze and the heat of her skin teased him back to full hardness with every subtle shift. Duquesne felt it too, her body was too keen, too indulgent not to notice. She kissed him one last time, slow and deep, before finally lifting herself from his lap.
She rose with languid grace, not bothering to wipe away the pearly streaks of cum that still adorned her thighs. Instead, she let them remain, glowing against her dark skin like decadent marks of possession. Each step toward the edge of the wine bath made her hips sway, the roundness of her ass and the strength of her thighs on full display as she walked away, her movements half-slowed by wine and wholly deliberate in their seduction.
The sheer robe that clung to her chest slipped further with each motion, until at last it gave up its hold and slid down, tumbling into the crimson water with a soft splash. Duquesne did not reach for it, her body, dark and glistening with droplets, was her true attire tonight.
At the bath’s edge she placed one hand forward, leaning on the polished stone rim, while her other reached back, spreading her ass to bare herself to him in full. The candlelight caught on the slick sheen between her legs, and she glanced over her shoulder with a smile no knight sworn to chastity should ever wear. It was a smile of indulgence, of hunger, of a woman offering not duty but desire.
The Commander groaned at the sight, his voice hoarse but amused. “You’re no knight. You’re a succubus in disguise.”
Duquesne laughed, the sound husky and warm, her hips swaying faintly with the motion. She turned her gaze back to him, her lavender eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed with both wine and lust. “No, Commander… not a succubus. Merely a knight… a knight hopelessly in love, and perhaps a touch drunk…”
Her words slurred with sweetness, her tone softer now, but the heat behind them was undeniable. She kept her hand on her ass, spreading herself as she watched him rise from the bath. The muscles of his body shifted in the dim light as he stepped closer, water cascading down his skin, his cock hard again, standing proud, ready to claim her.
Duquesne’s lips parted in anticipation, her breath quickening as her body quivered, waiting. “Come then” She whispered, her voice trembling yet steady in its intent “Come take what your knight offers you…”
He stood behind her now, cock thick and heavy with need, and for a fleeting moment he almost chuckled to himself, thankful, almost disbelieving, that this vision of a woman, his knight, was offering herself so openly. The sound drew Duquesne’s gaze over her shoulder, her lips curving in a sly smile, one brow arched in knightly reproach despite the flush across her cheeks.
“Commander…” She purred, her tone laced with wine and heat “Do not think I was swayed by mere luck or indulgence. For every inch of you that tried to persuade me of this path… there were ten of my own voices, eager, agreeing.” Her words melted into a low, trembling moan as she felt his cock nestle between her cheeks, thick and hot, sliding along the soft, inviting cleft.
Her hand, still holding herself open, quivered as he pressed the length of himself between, smearing the remnants of their passion against her dusky skin. She shivered, head bowing forward as the sensation ran up her spine. “Ahhhhnn… yes… even there, Commander, your presence feels divine.”
Both his hands came to rest firmly on her ass, grabbing the soft, rounded orbs possessively. His fingers sank into the plush flesh, kneading, spreading, claiming, as his cock glided up and down her crack with steady insistence.
Duquesne let out a sigh, deep and blissful, her body arching as if to offer him more. The wine bath’s light painted her dark skin in glistening hues of crimson and pearl, his earlier release streaked across her thighs like the proof of her surrender.
“Mmmhh… your grip… nghhh, it makes me tremble” She whispered, her voice both sultry and reverent. “Take me as you will, Commander… my body is your pilgrimage, and tonight you may walk paths none have tread before.”
His cock pressed harder against her, teasing the rim that quivered in anticipation, while his hands tightened, spreading her wider as though preparing her to take him fully. She moaned again, head turning to the side just enough for him to see the dazed smile tugging at her lips, equal parts knightly devotion and wanton surrender.
The head of his cock nudged against her tight ring, the heat of her body radiating back into him, her dusky skin glistening with wine-tinged water and the remnants of his seed. Duquesne drew a sharp breath, her body tensing for a heartbeat before she exhaled, long and controlled, lowering her head onto her arm along the stone lip of the bath.
“Steady… Commander…” She murmured, her voice velvet but trembling. “I wish to feel every inch as it claims me.”
He pushed forward with deliberate care, the thick crown stretching her slowly. Her body resisted, quivered, then yielded, the dark muscle giving way with aching slowness until the first inch slid inside. Duquesne’s lips parted in a soft moan, her brow furrowed, her hips twitching back against him.
Her ass looked divine like this, the plush round orbs spread by his hands, the dusky skin taut around his intrusion, gleaming under the flicker of candlelight. His cock pulsed as more of him eased inside, her tightness swallowing him inch by inch, her body squeezing so firmly it made his breath catch.
Duquesne shifted, her thighs parting slightly as her hips rolled in a subtle circle, helping him sink deeper. Her voice broke into a sultry sigh, the words half poetry, half confession. “Ahhhhnn… so thick… nghhh… stretching me… it feels as though my very soul is being molded around you…”
He groaned at her words, fingers digging harder into the supple meat of her ass, guiding her back as he pushed deeper. Her body accepted him little by little, until at last, with a final shuddering gasp from her lips, he was buried to the hilt.
Her back arched beautifully, every line of her body alive with tension and pleasure, her dusky skin gleaming with sweat and droplets. Her ass framed him perfectly, full and inviting, hugging his cock so tightly that each subtle twitch of her body sent shocks through them both.
Duquesne shivered, biting her lip before looking back at him over her shoulder, her lavender eyes glassy with intoxicated bliss. “Ahhh… Commander… I never imagined… it would feel like this… so full, so consuming every time… my every breath yours to steal.”
As he drew back slightly, her body clenched instinctively, then melted forward with a moan as he pressed in again. The motion made her thighs quiver, her rounded hips rocking faintly, her ass rippling around the thick intrusion. The slow, steady rhythm soon began, each thrust dragging against her walls, every push making her tremble harder, her moans rich and throaty.
Her body looked sculpted in this moment, strong yet soft, dark skin slick and glistening, ass bouncing slightly with each careful stroke. The feel of her was intoxicating, her tightness, her warmth, her movements, every part of her body seemed to worship him even as it was claimed.
His grip on her ass tightened, fingers sinking into her supple flesh as he began to move with more urgency. Each thrust pushed deeper, the wet slap of his hips meeting the curve of her dusky cheeks echoing softly against the bath walls. The water rippled, crimson petals scattering with every motion, as though the wine bath itself celebrated their union.
Duquesne let her arm go slack against the stone rim, cheek resting on it, her violet hair damp and spilling down over her shoulder. Her lips were parted in a haze of moans, voice husky and low, carrying both refinement and surrender. “Ahhhhnn… yesss… Commander… faster… fill me, mold me… let me be yours completely…”
Her body shivered beneath him, her ass rippling each time he drove forward, the snug grip of her entrance clutching his cock so tightly he nearly lost control. Yet still she yielded, still she welcomed every push, her thighs trembling but her back arching as if to present herself more fully.
She didn’t try to move, didn’t try to meet him, she was content to simply take it, to let his thrusts dictate the rhythm, her body melting into the role of receiver, absorber, devoted vessel. Every push drew a rich moan, her voice ringing like a hymn through the steamy air.
The sight was intoxicating: her dusky skin glowing in candlelight, her round ass bouncing against his hips, streaks of his earlier seed still gleaming against her thighs. His cock slid in and out with a steady wet sound, each motion stretching her open and making her walls twitch around him.
Duquesne’s hands, trembling from the pleasure, spread flat against the rim of the bath, gripping for stability even as she let her body go lax beneath him. “Mmmhhhnn… yes… like that, Commander… use me, drive into me… I’ll take it all, every thrust, every ounce of your passion…”
Her voice faltered into breathless whimpers as his pace quickened, her hips jostling with each slam forward. Her ass bounced beautifully, a vision of dark, supple flesh yielding completely, the perfect canvas for his hunger. And still she sighed, still she moaned, still she let herself be taken, a knight laying down her sword to embrace the bliss of surrender.
The Commander shifted forward, chest pressing to her back, his body enveloping hers in a heated embrace. His thrusts slowed just enough to let him wrap both arms around her, pulling her upright into him. One hand slid down, palm flattening against her belly before drifting lower, fingers trailing toward the slick heat of her clit. The other snaked upward, cupping one breast, thumb grazing her nipple as he gripped her firmly.
Duquesne’s breath caught, a trembling moan slipping free as her back arched against his chest. The sensation of his cock buried in her ass, his fingers teasing at her swollen bud, and his rough palm squeezing her breast, it all blended into a heady wave that stole her composure.
“Ahhhhnn… Commander… this hold… this embrace…” Her voice melted into a gasp, almost reverent “You know it… you know it is my most cherished…”
Her hands, elegant even in their tremble, lifted to rest atop his. She pressed his fingers deeper into her breast, guiding him to squeeze harder, while her other hand coaxed his touch lower, closer, until at last he brushed her clit. The shock of pleasure made her thighs quake, her hips pushing back into his cock instinctively, taking him deeper than before.
She shifted her legs, tucking them beneath her as she rose onto her knees, lifting herself just enough to change the angle. Then she sank back down slowly, her dusky ass spreading as his cock filled her anew, the sensation sharper, deeper, wringing a cry from her lips. “Yessss… nghhh, deeper… ahhh, so full…!”
Her head fell back against his shoulder, lavender eyes fluttering closed, her lips parted in a dazed smile as she clung to his arms. “This position… to be enveloped, to be held, to be claimed… it is perfection, Commander. I can take all of you like this… every inch…”
His hips began to rise to meet her movements, driving his cock deeper as his fingers rubbed her clit in slow, deliberate circles, while his other hand kneaded her breast in firm, claiming squeezes. She rocked atop him, moaning openly now, her thighs trembling as she gave herself fully to the pleasure.
Every bounce sent a ripple through her dusky skin, every thrust pressed her harder into his chest, every brush of his fingers against her clit drew a sharp, choked gasp. Duquesne’s voice spilled out unrestrained, sweet filth and worship entwined. “Ahhhhnn… yes… your cock, your hands, your arms… all of you, consuming me… haahhh, this is bliss, this is heaven…”
Her body trembled violently in his arms, every squeeze of his cock inside her tight ass magnified by his fingers circling her clit. The rhythm of their bodies, the pressure of his grip, the heat of his breath against her ear—it was all too much, too perfectly tuned to her weakness.
“Ahhh—! Commander—!” Duquesne’s cry tore from her throat, rich and broken, as her body seized up in his embrace. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, her back arching hard against his chest as her orgasm crashed through her. Her walls spasmed around him, milking his cock with desperate clenches, while her slickness gushed against his probing fingers, coating his hand with her release.
Her moans filled the steamy air, ragged and throaty, almost disbelieving. “Nnnnghh… s-so strong… you’ve unraveled me completely… ahhh, I can’t stop shaking…!” Her hands squeezed his tighter against her body, as if she could fuse herself to him in that moment, as if letting go would mean losing the ecstasy.
The Commander groaned at the sensation, her trembling form writhing in his hold, her ass gripping him tighter than ever as she came. The wetness of her orgasm slicked his hand, her dusky skin glistening with sweat and wine water, her body convulsing with bliss.
But he wasn’t done. Not yet. Her release only drove him harder, the way her spasms clutched at his cock pulling him toward the edge. He adjusted his hold, his hips starting to snap upward with sharp thrusts, each one lifting her slightly and then slamming her back down onto his cock.
Duquesne’s voice broke into helpless moans, still lost in the aftershocks but trembling with delight as he continued to use her body. “Ahhhhnn—y-yes… keep going… chase it, Commander, take your pleasure from me… nghhh, let me be the vessel of your bliss!”
Her words, her tone, a knight pledging herself even in surrender, spurred him on. He gritted his teeth, rutting into her faster, chasing his own climax with a growl, determined to fill her, to lose himself fully inside the embrace of her trembling, dusky body.
It didn’t take long, couldn’t take long. The velvet vice of her dusky body clung to him with such merciless perfection that each thrust drove him closer to the brink. Her moans, still quivering from her own climax, wrapped around his ears like a hymn, every word urging him deeper, harder, until the heat boiled over.
“D-Duquesne—!” His voice tore out in a guttural groan as his cock throbbed violently, buried to the hilt in her ass. The first hot spurt spilled deep inside her, then another, and another, until he was pulsing hard, pouring himself into her tight depths without restraint.
Duquesne gasped, her hands clinging to his arms as she felt the molten warmth fill her. “Ahhhhnnn… yesss… Commander… give it to me… let me keep it all inside…” Her head lolled back against his shoulder, her lips parted in a blissful smile as his seed stretched her, every pulse of him milking another shiver from her trembling frame.
His thrusts slowed, hips grinding forward to press deeper, to make sure none of it escaped, as if sealing his claim inside her body. At last, breathless and shaking, the two of them slumped together, collapsing back onto the smooth edge of the bath.
The wine-scented water lapped gently around them as they lay half-sprawled, her back molded to his chest, his cock still snugly seated inside her ass. The aftershocks rippled through them both, small twitches, soft groans, the glow of release lingering in every nerve.
Her hand slid weakly up to his cheek, caressing it with tender fingers as she whispered, voice hazy with exhaustion but rich with affection. “Mmmhh… Commander… to be held like this, to be filled like this… I could wander every corner of the world and never find bliss more divine…”
He kissed her damp shoulder, sighing against her skin, his arms still wrapped tight around her as though he never intended to let her go. The two of them lay there, their breaths slowly evening out, savoring the soft glow of their shared ecstasy, the bond of their bodies still intimately joined.
The heat of the bath, the crimson scent of the wine, and the languid glow of their release left them both floating in a haze. Duquesne shifted faintly in his arms, still impaled on his cock, her dusky skin slick against his chest, her breath warm and shallow as she nuzzled into him.
Her voice was soft, dreamy, yet full of affection. “Mmmhh… Commander… if this is a dream, I pray I never wake. To be in your arms, to be claimed so thoroughly… it is sweeter than any vineyard’s harvest.” She tilted her head just enough to press her lips to his jaw, leaving a tender kiss before sighing contentedly.
He chuckled faintly, brushing wet strands of violet hair from her cheek. “Careful, Duquesne… if you keep talking like that, you’ll tempt me into starting all over again.”
She smiled, slow, indulgent, eyes half-lidded with both intoxication and love. Her hand lifted to stroke his face, her thumb tracing his lips. “Would that truly be a sin? The wine has loosened my body, my heart… my very soul. It whispers to me that one round is not enough. That my Commander deserves more.”
He groaned at her words, his cock twitching inside her, still snugly seated in her ass despite the mess they had already made. The reaction made her giggle softly, low and warm, as she gave her hips the faintest shift, drawing another pulse of sensation from him.
“Ahhh… so eager still” She teased, her voice velvet and faintly slurred from the wine. “Even after all you’ve poured into me, you remain ready to take. Perhaps… it is I who am blessed, to be given such devotion.”
Her thighs squeezed together, pressing against his hips as if coaxing him to harden again, and the faint flush across her cheeks deepened. She turned fully, twisting in his arms until she was on her side facing him, lavender eyes searching his as her lips brushed his in a feather-light kiss.
“Commander…” She whispered, almost conspiratorial, as if the thought itself was wicked “Shall we not indulge once more? The wine has done its work… my body craves yours still.” Her smile curved slow and sinful, knightly composure giving way to indulgent desire.
His answer was already pressing between her dusky cheeks, his cock stirring back to life within her, and the realization made her gasp softly, delighted. “Ahhhhnn… see? Your body speaks before your lips can. It longs for me… as much as I long for you.”
The romantic haze melted into something hungrier again, both of them realizing together that their night was far from finished.
He looked at her with a soft, knowing smile, brushing his thumb over her damp cheek. “One more?” He asked, his tone low, teasing, though his body already answered for him.
Duquesne’s lips curved into a radiant grin, eyes glowing with both love and hunger. “Grant me command of this last charge, Commander” She whispered, her voice husky, emboldened by the wine. “Let me ride you as I wish, let me claim you as my own while giving myself to you in full.”
He nodded without hesitation, the warmth in his chest swelling at the fire in her tone. “It’s yours. Take whatever you want from me.”
Guiding him, she moved them toward a flatter stretch of the bath’s edge, where the smooth stone gave him space to lean back. He lowered himself with her assistance, reclining against the rim, the warm wine-tinted water lapping at his sides.
And then she came, Duquesne straddling him with poised grace, her dusky thighs parting to frame his hips, the candlelight shimmering on her dark, dripping skin. She grasped his length in one hand, angled him, and with a swift, decisive motion sank down.
Her lower lips spread wide to take him, swallowing his cock whole in a single, fluid movement. The heat and wetness of her sex enveloped him instantly, a tight, slick furnace that made both of them gasp. “Ahhhhnnn—! Commander!” She cried, her voice ringing through the misted air, before folding forward into him.
Their lips collided, messy and desperate, none of the knightly poise she so often wore, just raw, filthy hunger. She kissed him hard, tongues clashing, her moans spilling into his mouth as she ground her hips down to keep him fully buried inside her.
Her tongue tangled with his, wet and eager, saliva smearing between their mouths as she kissed him like a woman starved. She bit at his lip, pulled back only to dive in again, her breath ragged, her moans hot against his mouth.
The Commander growled into the kiss, hands locking onto her ass, pulling her tighter against him, urging her to keep moving. Duquesne only kissed him harder, her hips rolling as she rode him slowly, savoring every inch stretching her pussy open.
“Mmmhh—ahhh, Commander” She moaned against his lips between wet, sloppy kisses, “Your taste… it mingles with the wine, with my very breath… intoxicating… addicting… I’ll never—ahhh—never get enough…”
Their mouths sealed again, filthier still, his tongue exploring hers as she let him dominate for a moment before taking it back, their lips parting with wet pops only to crash together again. Her moans vibrated into his mouth, each kiss wetter, deeper, needier than the last, as though they were both trying to consume one another whole while their bodies remained locked in perfect union.
His arms wound tight around her waist, palms splayed against the sheen of her dusky skin as though he feared she might slip away if he didn’t hold her close. He anchored her to him, chest to chest, his cock still buried to the root inside her, pulsing against the soft heat of her walls.
Duquesne’s hands framed his face, her long fingers stroking his jaw, cupping his cheeks, keeping him locked in place so their lips could never part for long. Every time he tried to pull back for breath, she drew him right back into another wet, needy kiss, tongues sliding, lips smacking, moans swallowed and shared like spilled wine.
Her hips stilled above him, but her body didn’t. No, her core, honed and disciplined from years of battle, came alive now in a wholly different service. The silken walls of her pussy squeezed him, slow, rolling contractions that rippled around his cock, hugging him, releasing, hugging tighter again.
It felt like she was kissing him in two places at once, her lips wet and messy against his mouth, her womb receiving him in slow, deliberate kisses of flesh within flesh. Each flex of her body dragged a ragged groan from his throat, each quiver of her inner muscles making his cock throb violently inside her.
She pulled back just far enough to whisper against his lips, her voice breaking into a moan halfway through: “Mmmhh… Commander… every part of me… worships you… even my womb greets you, lips to tip… ahhhhnnn…”
Then her mouth crashed into his again, open and wanton, her tongue plunging deep as if to drink the sound of his groan straight from his lungs. She kissed him sloppy, lewd, her saliva slicking their mouths, her breath wine-sweet and desperate as her body milked his cock with slow, rippling squeezes.
His hands pressed harder into her waist, holding her in place as though the sensation alone was enough to break him. She responded with another rolling clench, a long, luxurious squeeze that had his hips bucking up instinctively.
Duquesne moaned into his mouth, her fingers tightening against his cheeks as she devoured his lips again. “Mmmhh—ahhh—kiss me, fill me, let me feel it all… nghhh, my body is yours, Commander… yours to claim, yours to love…”
And as she said it, her body rippled once more around him, her inner walls pressing in rhythmic pulses, each slow squeeze kissing the crown of his cock against the very entrance of her womb, wet and tender, just like their endless, filthy kisses above.
Duquesne could have kept that languid torture going forever, kissing him with her mouth and her core at once, savoring the way his cock twitched helplessly inside her but her body ached for more. The need to ride him, to slam her hips down and feel the raw shock of him spearing her deeper, gnawed at her with each passing second.
So she broke the kiss, though only barely, her lips trailing off his in a string of saliva, her breath ragged and hot against his cheek. Her violet hair spilled forward in a velvet curtain, framing them in an intimate cocoon, shutting the rest of the world away so that only she existed before him. Her smile glowed in the half-light, indulgent, loving, and yet mischievous.
Without a word, she shifted, angling her torso so her dusky breasts pressed directly against his face, her skin still warm from the wine bath. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t need to. His lips found her first nipple, tongue lashing around it before sucking it hard into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make her squeal.
Duquesne giggled, the sound wine-sweet and breathless, her hands flying up to cradle his head, pressing him tighter into her chest. “Ahhhhnnn—mmmhh, yes… drink of me, Commander… claim me with your lips as you do with your cock…” Her moans shook with laughter, her composure crumbling into something wild and delighted.
His mouth moved greedily from one peak to the other, tongue swirling, lips sucking hard, teeth nipping, wet sounds filling the air as he devoured her breasts with the same hunger he had for her lips. She held his head there, rocking against him, moaning louder each time his tongue flicked across her sensitive tips.
And then her hips began to move.
Slow at first, a testing roll, then another, until she found her rhythm, up, then down, slamming onto him with a wet slap that sent shockwaves of pleasure through them both. His cock filled her perfectly, stretching her, the head kissing her womb with every drop, and she shook against it, her dusky thighs trembling as she bounced on him.
“Ahhhhnnn—yes! Yes, like this!” She cried, giggling through her moans, riding him with shaking hips as his mouth sucked hard at her nipple. “Nghhh, you feel so good inside me, Commander… every thrust, every slam, it sings through me, it’s divine!”
Her body moved with an intoxicating mix of grace and wild abandon, breasts bouncing against his mouth, her hair spilling around them both, her hips slapping down again and again as though she were desperate to take him deeper still.
Duquesne’s restraint, what little of it she still clung to, crumbled like sand between her fingers. Each time her hips slammed down onto him, each time his cock kissed deep inside her, she felt her composure slip further, her knightly dignity drowned in the wine and the heat of his body.
Her lips parted and the words spilled out, unfiltered, shameless. “Ahhh—y-your cock, Commander… it’s so thick, so perfect, filling me so much, nghhh, I can feel you everywhere, stretching me to my limit…” She gasped as his teeth grazed her nipple, her back arching, her dusky skin gleaming in the candlelight. “Mmmhhhnn—I never should… say things like this. . .but gods, I love being speared by you… I love it… nghhh, I’d ride you forever if I could…”
She giggled through a broken moan, wine-sweet breath trembling as she slammed her hips down harder, harder still, the wet slap of her ass against his thighs echoing in the steamy room. Her hands tightened on his head, holding him against her breasts as she lost herself more and more to the pace.
“Ahhhhnnn—haahhh! Each thrust, it’s like you’re stealing my soul! Nghhh, and I’d give it to you, all of it! Commander, I’d let you break me apart like this every night!”
Her voice cracked into delirious moans as her pace quickened, her thighs quivering with exertion, hips slamming down with hungry desperation. The bath water splashed, petals scattering, her hair clinging to her damp skin as she moved faster and faster, chasing something she could no longer hold back.
Her eyes glazed, her mouth running wild between squeals of pleasure, words spilling like confessions from a woman past caring for anything but the bliss of his cock. “Nnnnghhh—I’m your knight, your lover, your whore tonight if you want, ahhh, anything, so long as I get to feel you inside me, pounding my womb with every stroke!”
Her rhythm grew frantic, hips rising and crashing down, the lewd wet sounds growing louder as her juices mixed with the mess already between them. Her walls fluttered around him, milking, begging, as her breath came in ragged sobs of pleasure. “Mmmhhhhh! Commander—ahhh—more! Give me more!”
Her whole body trembled with the need, with the ache for more of him, every motion screaming her desire as she rode him like she’d never let go.
In one final surge of wild, aching want, Duquesne pulled his head from her breasts, strands of spit glistening as his lips left her dark, sensitive peaks. She grabbed his cheeks with both hands, dragging his mouth up to hers, crashing into him with desperate force.
Their lips met in a sloppy, wet frenzy, tongues sliding, teeth clashing, their moans swallowed and shared like spilled wine between them. She kissed him like she was starving, like his mouth was the only thing that could keep her alive, saliva slicking their lips, strings of it snapping each time they broke for breath only to smash together again.
At the same time her hips went wild, bouncing erratically, crashing down on him again and again, his cock spearing her deep, battering her womb with every thrust. Her dusky thighs shook, her ass smacked wetly against his lap, her walls spasming around him as she lost all rhythm, all composure.
“Ahhh—mmmhhhnn—!” Her cries dissolved into his mouth, muffled moans spilling against his tongue as the pleasure broke her. Her walls clamped down on him like a vice, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her, juices spilling hot around the base of his cock.
The Commander groaned into her mouth, his own body locking tight as the sensation of her release dragged him over the edge. His cock throbbed violently inside her, spurting thick ropes of cum directly into her womb, each pulse filling her deeper, hotter, until she shuddered from the sheer heat of it.
They stayed locked together, mouths fused in sloppy, desperate kisses, moaning into each other as they rode out their climaxes. His hands clutched her waist, hers held his face, their hips grinding desperately to milk every last drop, every final spasm of pleasure.
When at last their releases ebbed, they remained joined, his cock still buried in her, his seed flooding her, her thighs trembling as she sagged against his chest. Their lips parted slowly, a string of spit still linking them, both of them panting, foreheads pressed together.
Duquesne giggled weakly, still shivering as she whispered against his lips, “Mmmhh… Commander… you’ve made me drunker than the wine ever could…” Then she kissed him once more, slow this time, savoring the taste of their ruin as their bodies pulsed together in the soft afterglow.
Some Time Later
The steam of the bath had long since faded into the cool night air, replaced by the faint crackle of lanterns set along the veranda. An hour later, both were wrapped in soft yukata, the Commander in a subdued navy, Duquesne in a pale pink patterned with faint blossoms.
She was sprawled atop him, her body stretched over his as though he were her mattress, her dusky skin warm even beneath the thin fabric. Her face was hidden stubbornly against his chest, violet hair spilling in waves over his shoulder and collar.
The only time she dared lift her head was when he coaxed a spoonful of mango ice cream to her lips, then she would peek up just enough to steal the bite, cheeks glowing as she chewed before immediately burying her face against him again.
“...Mmmhh.” Her muffled sound vibrated against his chest, not quite a word, but more than enough for him to hear the fluster in it. She shifted faintly, squeezing him with a half-hearted hug before hiding again.
He chuckled low, stroking a hand down her back, fingers brushing over the silk of her pink yukata. “Embarrassed?” He teased lightly, voice warm.
Her answer came muffled, face pressed hard against him. “...I may have… said things no knight should say” She admitted, her voice barely audible, thick with both shyness and the memory of it. “Ahhh… to speak so shamelessly, like a tavern wench drunk on spirits…”
He laughed softly again, giving her another spoonful of ice cream when she finally peeked up, her lips wrapping around the spoon in silence before she flushed scarlet and immediately hid once more.
Her words were muffled against his chest again, rich with self-consciousness despite the obvious satisfaction in her voice. “Pleased I am… immeasurably pleased… but mortified all the same. My Commander heard every vulgar prayer my body forced from my lips.”
He stroked her hair, amused and touched in equal measure. “And I wouldn’t trade a single one of them.”
Duquesne groaned softly, kicking her feet beneath the hem of her yukata before squeezing him tighter, her voice muffled again in his chest. “…Commander… you make it impossible for a knight to keep her dignity. Yet I find I do not wish it back…”
Her hand slid over his stomach beneath the yukata, squeezing gently, possessive even in her embarrassment, as though reassuring herself he was still hers.
The little glass cup of mango ice cream was set aside with care, the spoon clinking softly as he freed his hand. His other arm wound firmly around Duquesne’s waist, pulling her closer against him until there was no space left at all between their yukata-clad bodies.
His free hand rose to her face, fingers brushing aside the curtain of violet hair that she kept pressed stubbornly against his chest. She resisted at first, squirming faintly, her head turning as if to hide, but she couldn’t. Not against him. Not after he’d taken her apart, piece by piece, only to hold her back together again with his hands, his lips, his voice.
Slowly, reluctantly, her lavender eyes met his. The pink dust across her chocolate skin deepened the moment their gazes locked, embarrassment and lingering pleasure tangled in her expression.
He didn’t rush her. He simply held her there, his thumb stroking along her cheek, admiring her with quiet reverence. To him, she had never looked more beautiful, flushed from both wine and love, soft where once she had been composed, her composure shattered but her heart laid bare.
When she finally whispered, “Commander…” Her voice broke into a tiny, helpless tremor.
He silenced it with the gentlest press of his lips against hers, soft and tender, a kiss that spoke comfort rather than hunger. It lingered only for a moment before he drew back, giving her space to settle again, to hide if she wished.
Duquesne trembled, then melted back into his chest with a shuddering sigh, her embarrassment not erased but soothed, her body relaxing as she clung to him.
With his other hand he retrieved the spoon, scooping another bite of mango ice cream. He held it up, and after a brief, shy hesitation, she peeked up again, her lips parting to accept it. The sweetness melted against her tongue, her cheeks puffing as she chewed slowly before swallowing.
“See?” He murmured softly, brushing his knuckles against her flushed cheek once more. “Perfect.”
Duquesne gave the faintest laugh, burying her face back into his chest, her voice muffled but warm. “…You will undo me again, Commander… but this time, without even touching me.”
Chapter 35: Surrendering To Bremerton's Arms
Summary:
You guys and gals all know that I always try to be honest with you and I have to get some things off my chest.
I have been endlessly frustrated the last few days with writing as I have written and scrapped 6 different oneshots, erased around 100.000 words and basically re-canceled the planned Duguay and Regenesburg chapters.
I just can't for the love of me write them, I fucking can't it's been haunting me and it drove me mad. As of right now I won't do either girl and didn't plan on doing anything until a while later where I would have hopefully calmed down but I was heavily inspired by a Bremerton drawing in her home clothes and found that I just needed to vent out a little and so I wrote a good old cuddle, love, gf, chapter. It's not something new by any means but I had to make something like it, something simple and lovey dovey, something I could want myself per say. Anyways, here it is, hope you enjoy, and I am sorry for the wait.
Chapter Text
The night air clung to him like ice, sharper than he had expected when he stepped off the path and toward the dorms. His coat did little against the bite, his shoulders hunched as if to shield himself, the breath leaving his lips in faint, uneven clouds. By the time the key turned in the lock and the door gave way, his fingers ached, his cheeks flushed raw from the wind.
The slam of the door carried heavier than usual, a dull sound that seemed to echo down the quiet hall. He didn't call out, not this time, not with the wear in his throat and the heaviness pressing down on his chest. His boots scuffed softly against the floor, movements slower than his habit, the weight of the day still clinging to his frame.
From deeper within came a shift, the faint creak of bedsprings easing, a controller set down on the table. The patter of bare feet against the rug was quick, purposeful. When she appeared at the edge of the hall, the soft glow of the lamp caught in her pink hair, strands loose from her long stretch on the bed, her oversized jacket slipping lazily from her shoulders.
Bremerton didn't tease, didn't speak first. She just looked at him, at the faint redness rimmed around his eyes, the slope of his shoulders, the way his chest rose too shallow for comfort. Her lips curved into a smile that was softer than her usual grin, warmer, steady in a way that carried no weight but welcome. She opened her arms slowly, deliberately, as if unfurling a blanket made only for him.
No words. Just an invitation.
He stopped, still as stone, breath catching. For a heartbeat, the air stretched between them, a gulf filled with his silence and her patience. Then he moved, the first step breaking something loose inside him. A second, then a third, and he was there, folding into her embrace without a moment's pause.
Her arms wrapped around him instantly, pulling him close, her chin resting against his shoulder. She smelled faintly of strawberry shampoo, the softness of her skin warm against his cold cheek. She rubbed at his back in long, slow strokes, her nails grazing lightly through the fabric, enough to ground him, enough to ease the knots along his spine. One hand slid higher, fingers brushing along the nape of his neck, scratching softly at the roots of his hair.
"There you are" She murmured, her voice low and velvety, not loud enough to startle, just steady enough to anchor. "My poor Commander. You worked too hard again, huh?"
He let out a breath that trembled, chest shaking faintly against her. His arms tightened around her waist, a little too hard, as if he feared she might slip away. She only held tighter in return, pressing a slow kiss against his temple, her lips lingering, warm and tender.
"That's it" She whispered, stroking along his back again, her voice a constant hum of praise. "Just breathe. I've got you. You don't need to hold it all on your own tonight."
The warmth seeped in deeper with every second, her scent filling his lungs, her touch smoothing over every crack the day had carved into him. His eyes slipped closed, his face buried against her collar, his breath uneven as he finally let himself sink into her. And in that silence, in her arms, the cold began to melt.
His fingers dug faintly at the fabric of her jacket, curling tight. At first, it was just that simple need, the urge to cling, to anchor himself in her warmth, his palms spreading wide across her back to feel every inch of her pressed against him. The faint shiver in his chest gave him away, the way his breath caught each time she whispered to him, each time her nails stroked lightly at his scalp.
Bremerton only smiled against his temple, her lips brushing his skin again and again, soft little kisses that never rushed, that never asked for more than he gave. Her hands traced soothing circles over his back, up to his shoulders where she squeezed gently, rolling away the stiffness, down along his sides where her nails scratched in faint, comforting lines.
"You're so tense" She murmured, her voice a playful hum wrapped in warmth, though her touch stayed tender, patient. "Clinging to me like you'll never let go. Guess I don't mind. You've got all the permission in the world."
He groaned low in his throat, muffled against the curve of her collar, and held tighter still. His palms spread lower now, slipping beneath the slack of her jacket until they pressed directly to her waist, warm skin meeting his cold fingers. She shivered, not from the chill but from the way he gripped her, not rough, not careful, just needy.
Her breath caught faintly, but her smile widened, and she tilted her head to press another kiss into his hair. "That's it. Let it out. You need me, don't you?" Her nails scraped slow across his nape, down behind his ear, a spot that made him twitch against her. "It's okay. You don't have to hide it. You're safe here. With me."
His hands slid further now, restless in their need, not satisfied with just her waist. They lingered on the soft dip of her lower back, squeezed faintly at the curve of her hips, then roamed higher again, as if every inch of her was something he needed to hold at once. His breaths grew heavier, uneven against her skin, his restraint unraveling with every heartbeat.
Bremerton only laughed quietly under her breath, low and honeyed, tilting her head so her lips brushed close to his ear. "You're greedy tonight" She teased, though her tone carried no protest, only affection. "Clutching me all over, like you're afraid I'll slip away if you stop. You know I'm not going anywhere, right?"
She stroked down his back again, scratching lightly at the line of his spine, pressing her body closer to his as though to prove her words. "So go on, Commander" She whispered, her smile curving soft and sure "Hold me however you want. I'll take it all."
He breathed her in more deeply now, nose pressed into her hair, drawing long, shaky breaths like he needed her scent to fill his chest, to replace the cold that still lingered in his bones. The sound of it slipped free without shame, raw and unhidden, and Bremerton giggled softly at the desperation of it, the warmth of her laughter tickling against his ear.
Her smile only grew when his hands began to wander lower, sliding past the loose edge of her shorts, fingers brushing over the soft curve of her ass. His palms cupped firmly, squeezing with a hunger that had nothing to do with control and everything to do with need. He froze for a breath, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, rough and hesitant.
"Can I...?"
She let out another giggle, quiet but full, her shoulders shaking with the sound. "Babe" She teased, voice hushed and loving "You already are." Her hand lifted, turning his face just enough so that her lips could catch his. A soft kiss, delicate and sure, pressing into him like an anchor, fixing the slump of his shoulders and stealing away the weight he still carried.
The warmth of that single kiss broke something loose inside him. His hands grew more insistent, kneading at her ass with a greedy affection, pulling her tighter against him as though the space of even a breath was too much. He kissed back hungrily, trying to chase the press of her lips, and when she drew back just slightly to smile at him, his chest tightened.
His fingers slid and squeezed with restless want, each touch heavier, each motion needier than the last. He nuzzled closer, his breath brushing against her mouth, the faintest whimper in his throat as he murmured, "Another... please."
Her heart skipped at the plea, at the way his voice shook with it, and she leaned in again without hesitation. Her lips met his once more, fuller this time, her smile pressing into the kiss as her hands stroked gently at his cheeks. And with every greedy squeeze of his fingers, every tremble of his body pressing into hers, she let the kiss linger longer, pouring warmth into him until nothing else mattered but the way they held onto each other.
Her lips brushed his once more, then lingered, warm and patient, before she pulled back with a soft giggle that sent a shiver through him. Her arms slid down from his shoulders, curling loosely around his wrists as if she were leading a dance, tugging him gently toward the dim glow of her room.
"C'mon" She whispered, the playful lilt softened by affection. "You're freezing, Commander. Bed's warmer, and you need me to fix you up proper."
He followed without thought, each tug of her hand pulling him closer, her hips swaying lazily as they walked. He didn't let go, even for a second, holding each finger with his own, circling around them without shame.
"Look at you" She teased, glancing back over her shoulder with a grin that reached her eyes. "Holding me like I'm your last lifeline. Guess I kinda am, huh?"
The bed waited, sheets rumpled from where she had been sprawled moments before, her gamepad resting idle beside her pillow. She let herself fall backward onto it, her jacket slipping wider, her arms still wrapped around his wrists to drag him down with her. He caught himself just enough to land half on top of her, his chest pressing into hers, his breath ragged and hot against her cheek.
Her laughter bubbled again, soft and loving, arms loosening only to slide around his neck, pulling him down until his lips hovered just above hers. "There we go" She murmured, her smile curving wider. "Got you where you belong."
He kissed her before the words had even finished, slow at first, then deeper as his body sank against hers. The mattress dipped beneath their weight, her thighs parting slightly to cradle him closer, the warmth of her body spreading through him in steady waves. Bremerton giggled into his mouth, the sound muffled and sweet, and arched just enough to pull him deeper into the bed with her, their bodies tangling until the world shrank to the press of lips, the scrape of nails, the faint rustle of fabric as they clung and held without restraint.
The kiss deepened with every passing breath, what began as tender and grounding slipping into something needier, wetter, as his lips parted for hers again and again. He gave into it fully, his tongue brushing hers in hesitant strokes at first, then bolder as her soft giggle turned into a hushed hum of approval.
Bremerton's hands were already moving, slipping lower from his neck, fingers tracing along the hem of his shirt before tugging it up just enough to expose the hard lines of his stomach. Her long, feminine fingers spread wide across him, warm and soft, pressing into the faint ridges there, caressing as if each motion was a way to remind him she was real, that she was his. The touch pulled a groan from deep in his throat, muffled into her mouth as he kissed her harder, his tongue tangling with hers in slow, greedy strokes.
She smiled into the kiss, tasting him, feeling the shiver that rolled through him under her palms. Her fingers slid lower, fumbling casually at his pants and underwear, tugging them open with no rush, only the lazy confidence of a woman who knew she would get exactly what she wanted.
His moan slipped out again, louder this time, the vibration of it spilling into her mouth, and Bremerton let out a pleased sigh at the sound, kissing him deeper, swallowing every bit of it she could.
It was rare to have him like this, so honest in his need, so willing to show her every crack in his armor. She wanted to drink it all in, to make sure he didn't get a chance to hide any of it. Her hands left his stomach only long enough to cradle his cheeks, spreading wide across his flushed skin, thumbs brushing at the damp corners of his mouth as she kept him pressed to her. She kissed him as if she could drown him, her tongue stroking, curling, teasing until his lungs burned.
And she tasted of chocolate, sweet and rich on her tongue, making her twice as irresistible, twice as warm. He moaned again at the flavor of her, the taste mixing with the warmth of her breath, and she tilted her head, kissing him harder, lips parting wider, eager to take him deeper until all that filled him was her.
She felt the heat straining against her thigh, the weight of his erection pulsing through his pants, a steady reminder of just how far his body had already slipped. But she let it sit there, let him ache, let him crave her more with every second that passed. The hunger in him made the kisses lewder still, their mouths breaking only to crash back together, spit slipping free to glisten between their lips, to dampen their chins as they groaned and moaned into each other.
Her legs shifted slowly, one sliding over his until it hooked around him, locking him down against her. The grind of his hips against hers drew a low sound from her throat, half moan, half laugh, pleased and teasing all at once. She tilted her head, parted wider, letting his tongue dive deeper into her mouth, letting him kiss like a man drowning in her taste.
By then his hands had abandoned their wandering greed, both cupping her cheeks with a desperate gentleness, holding her as if she were something precious even as he pressed his entire weight atop her.
Bremerton shivered under him, loving the weight, the press, the way he left no space between them, every inch of him demanding her. Her nails dug lightly at his back through his shirt, urging him closer still, a faint tremble in her thighs betraying just how much she needed him too.
"Baby..." The word tumbled from her lips in a soft, broken whisper, over and over, filling the room in low breaths. And she followed each one with, moans, soft murmurs of love, whispers that curled sweet and hot into his ear. "I've got you. I want you. Always you."
His chest heaved against hers, his head swimming in the haze of her voice, her warmth, her scent. The faint sweetness of her shampoo, the musk of her skin, the chocolate still lingering on her tongue, it all wrapped around him until nothing else existed. No weight of the day, no cold, no exhaustion. Only her.
Her body grew warmer beneath him, heat radiating through her thin clothes, seeping into him until it was all he could feel. Her legs tightened their hold, her arms looped firm around his shoulders, and she pressed another needy kiss to his lips, one that stole the breath from him, one that whispered with every brush of tongue and teeth and sigh that he was hers, fully and forever.
And in that moment, he was. Full of her, drunk on her, lost in her, with no thought left for anything but the woman beneath him, the woman who had pulled every piece of him into her arms and refused to ever let go.
At last though, their mouths broke apart, the slick thread of spit between them catching the low light before snapping, both of them gasping in the silence that followed. Their breaths came hot and uneven, chests rising hard against each other, warmth mixing in the narrow space between their lips.
Bremerton's eyes glowed with love, a steady fire laced with need, while his gaze burned hotter still, the lust in him unmasked now, laid bare for her to see.
She drank it in, smiling wide, the kind of grin that made her whole face light, before she shifted quick as a whip. In one smooth roll, she pulled him with her, turning them until his back pressed into the sheets and she curled herself along his side, clinging happily, her thigh draped across him to keep him in place. Her oversized jacket slipped further from her shoulder as she moved, and she let it fall open, the soft swell of her cleavage revealed in full, her chest rising and falling with every breath.
"Mm" She teased, tilting her head just enough that the strands of her hair brushed over him, "Bet you're real happy I wore this set tonight. Knew you couldn't take your eyes off it." She gave the purple lace a little tug with one finger, just enough to make it bounce into place, her grin widening as she caught the hunger in his eyes.
Then she nestled closer again, pressing her cheek to his shoulder, one hand sliding lower with careful ease. She tugged at his pants, dragging them down his hips with slow patience until they were gone, tossed aside to leave him in only his underwear. Her fingers lingered there at the waistband, sneaking beneath the hem to brush against heated skin, her touch so slow and deliberate it made him shiver all over.
He gasped faintly, his stomach tightening at the contact, and that was when she pushed his shirt up as well, but only on the side closest to her. The fabric bunched high over his chest, exposing the lines of his ribs and the firm plane of muscle just for her.
Her left hand drifted there, sliding softly, fingers long and deliberate, nails flashing pink in the light as they hovered just beside his nipple. She let them graze gently, not quite pinching, not quite scratching, just teasing the skin enough to send another shiver through him.
His breath caught, his body twitching faintly under her double touch, her right hand warming him lower, her left coaxing sparks from his chest. Bremerton's smile softened again at the way he responded, eyes shining as she whispered, low and velvety, "That's it, baby... let me take care of you."
She began with patience, the kind that drove him mad. Her right hand stayed still, hovering just beneath the band of his underwear, radiating warmth where it pressed against his skin, while her left hand moved in slow, fanning strokes across his chest. Her nails traced lightly over his nipple, back and forth, each pass deliberate, practiced from nights where she had learned exactly how to unravel him.
The response came instantly. His abdomen clenched beneath her touch, the muscles tightening as his cock twitched hard against the thin fabric that still held it. She didn't move her lower hand, not yet, letting him ache, savoring the way his body reacted to the smallest tease.
Her smile widened as she watched him breathe harder, chest rising fast under the strokes of her nails, his eyes caught somewhere between the molten warmth of her gaze and the deep valley of her cleavage that her open jacket so casually displayed.
"You're so easy to read" She whispered, the corners of her lips curving upward, soft amusement mingling with affection. "One little touch and you're already mine."
Her fingers grew bolder, switching from the tease of nails to the pads of her fingertips, circling slowly, then brushing firmly over the nipple that had hardened under her play. Each motion made him twitch again, his legs shifting restlessly against the press of hers, though she held him in place, her thigh draped firmly over him. She watched him strain against the restraint, every little squirm feeding her satisfaction as her touch pressed deeper, coaxing soft gasps from his lips.
Her nails flicked lightly again, alternating with the warmer pressure of her fingertips, until he was shuddering under the rhythm, his shirt shoved high to bare him completely to her. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a murmur against his ear, her breath warm and teasing. "Feels good, doesn't it, baby? You love when I do this to you."
His answer came in a broken sound that made her smile even wider, her fingers continuing their steady torment as his body trembled beneath hers. She could feel his cock pulsing against her still hand, aching for more, and she relished every second she made him wait.
Her smile softened as she shifted her weight closer, her thigh still holding him down as her right hand finally moved with purpose. Fingers slid beneath the band of his underwear, curling around the heat that had been straining for her since the moment she touched his chest. He shuddered the instant her palm wrapped him, his cock twitching hard into her hand, and she purred a quiet note of approval, low and pleased.
"Mm, there we go" She whispered, her lips brushing against his jaw as she spoke. "Could feel you begging for it through the fabric."
Her strokes started slow, long and steady, pulling him free of the cloth with a languid tug until he lay bare in her grip. Her hand closed just firmly enough to remind him of her control, her thumb gliding along the head in a teasing circle before sliding back down the shaft. His hips jerked faintly, but her thigh pressed into him, keeping his squirming trapped as she set her rhythm.
At the same time, her left hand never left his chest. Her nails teased in light arcs, fanning over his nipple until it was a sharp, hard point beneath her touch. She traced slow circles around it with her fingertip, then pressed down with a deliberate firmness, rubbing in little spirals that made his breath catch loud against her cheek.
The double sensation tore him apart. His stomach clenched tight with every stroke of her hand on his cock, his body twitching with each drag of her nails over his sensitive chest. His breaths came heavier, ragged now, spilling in uneven moans as his eyes darted between hers and the deep line of her breasts, the curve of purple lace that framed them.
"You like that?" She teased, flicking his nipple with the edge of her nail before soothing it with the pad of her finger, rubbing slowly, deliberately. "You love it when I play with you here, don't you? Makes your cock twitch every time."
And it did. She felt it jump in her hand with every stroke, every taunt, the warmth of his precum smearing over her fingers as she worked him. She tightened her grip just slightly, pumping him slower but deeper, letting the head drag along her palm with each upward motion while her thumb toyed at the slit.
Her other hand pinched lightly now, rolling his nipple between her fingers, tugging at it in the same slow rhythm as her strokes. His chest arched into her touch, his moans breaking into helpless gasps that only fed her smile.
"That's it, baby," She breathed, her lips brushing his ear, her words sinking into him as surely as her touches. "Don't hold it back. Give it to me. Let me hear you."
Her hand pumped him with more purpose now, the slick of his arousal easing her strokes, while her nails danced across his chest in little patterns, circling, scraping lightly, soothing again, never letting him get used to one sensation before changing to another. She was everywhere at once, surrounding him, filling his senses until he was nothing but breath and shiver and need beneath her, her name caught somewhere between his lips and his moans.
Her strokes slowed just long enough for her to shift, her lips curling into a sly smile as she kissed along his jaw. "You know, baby" She murmured, her voice low and honeyed, "I could make this even better for you. How about I use my mouth instead?"
The question barely left her lips before he answered, but the sound that came out was weak, broken with desperation, little more than a ragged gasp and a nod. His eyes pleaded where his voice couldn't, and that made her giggle, soft and delighted, her chest pressing into his side as she laughed against his skin.
"Oh, you're that far gone already, huh?" She teased warmly, kissing her way down his chest, "You're too cute when you get like this."
She slid lower, her hair brushing over his stomach as she eased down his body. With a sly tilt of her head, she leaned in, her tongue flicking across his hardened nipple before circling it, savoring the shiver that ran through him. She sealed her lips around it a heartbeat later, sucking gently, swirling her tongue with practiced care while her left hand stayed braced against his side, keeping him from writhing too much.
Her right hand, still wrapped around his cock, picked up the pace now that her mouth was on him. She stroked faster, smoother, her palm twisting slightly on the upstroke as her thumb teased along the slick head. Precum smeared across her fingers, making every glide easier, hotter, wetter, and his hips jerked helplessly under the mix of her mouth's teasing suction and her hand's quickening rhythm.
His moan spilled out louder this time, chest arching toward her lips as if begging for more. She hummed against his nipple, the vibration sending another spark through him, and pulled back just enough to smile up at him, lips glistening.
"God, I love this" She whispered, her voice heavy with affection, before closing her mouth around him again, tongue working eagerly as her hand pumped harder.
Her rhythm grew deliberate, practiced and merciless in its tenderness. Each time she pulled back from his nipple, lips wet, tongue dragging lightly across the tip, she whispered a word into the heated space between them.
"Cum."
Then her mouth was back on him, sucking harder, swirling her tongue until his chest arched up to meet her. Her hand never faltered, pumping his cock in slick, steady strokes, twisting her wrist at the top just to wring out another groan.
Again she pulled back, her lips brushing his skin. "Cum for me Baby~"
Her eyes locked on his, pupils wide, glowing with love and want, refusing to let him look anywhere else. She wanted him drowning in her, no escape, no thought but her mouth, her hand, her voice. He gasped, moaned, shivered beneath her, every muscle trembling under the weight of her attention.
She sank back down once more, sucking firmly, her nails grazing lightly at his side as her strokes grew faster, wetter, relentless. His cock jerked in her grip, spilling precum across her fingers, every twitch more frantic than the last.
She pulled away for a heartbeat, her breath hot against his damp skin, her smile curved wide as she whispered it one final time.
"Cum."
Her lips sealed tight around his nipple again, sucking greedily, her hand stroking him faster than ever. The pressure snapped all at once, his moan breaking free raw and loud as his hips bucked helplessly. His release spilled thick across her fingers, pulsing in hot ropes that smeared over her hand and stomach.
Bremerton hummed with delight against his chest, drinking in every sound, every shiver, her eyes never leaving his as she worked him through it, refusing to stop until he was empty and undone beneath her.
His climax painted them both, hot streaks spilling across his stomach, splattering over her hand, even catching the loose edge of her open jacket. Bremerton pulled back with a breathless laugh, watching the mess spread over her chest and fingers, her eyes drinking in the sight of him undone, trembling beneath her touch.
"Damn, baby..." She whispered with a grin that softened almost immediately into something warm and loving. She slid off the bed for just a moment, shrugging out of her soiled jacket and tossing it aside before reaching for the towel folded neatly on her nightstand. Clearly, she had been prepared for this kind of night.
With practiced ease, she wiped him down first, slow and gentle, her touch affectionate even as she cleaned the streaks from his stomach and chest. Then she moved to herself, dabbing away what clung to her skin, smiling all the while as she glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief and devotion.
But before she could fold the towel aside, he was already on her again. His arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her into his chest, his breath hot against her neck. She gasped softly as she felt the hard press of his cock, already stiff again, sliding against the small of her back.
"Greedy" She teased with a giggle, leaning into his embrace even as she felt his hands wander. Both palms cupped her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra, squeezing eagerly, molding the soft weight of them into his fingers. Her giggles melted into a quiet moan at the rough need in his touch, her head tilting back to rest against his shoulder.
"Mmh, you're not even gonna waste a second, huh?" She murmured, her voice warm with delight, though her smile never faded. Her words caught as one of his hands slipped lower, dragging slowly down her stomach until his fingertips brushed the band of her shorts. She shivered, her thighs pressing faintly together, anticipation sparking through her as she bit down gently on her lip.
"Baby. . ." She whispered, breath unsteady "You really do want more, don't you?"
His hands left her breasts only long enough to tug at her clothes, fumbling with impatient care as he peeled her out of each layer, the two that remained. Her shorts slid down her hips with a lazy scrape of fabric, his hands sure to grab at her thighs all the way down. Her bra was a click away from being gone and her panties were discarded too, a small wet patch faintly there.
Bremerton let him work, leaning back into him with a grin that only grew as she realized what he had left untouched.
Her thigh highs clung snug around her legs, white fabric hugging her curves, and she tilted her head just enough to catch his hungry eyes trailing down her body. "Ohh, leaving these on, huh?" She teased, her tone light and sing-song, "Guess someone's got a thing for 'em."
He didn't hesitate, didn't hide it. His voice came low, rough with want as he pressed closer against her back. "You're sexy in them."
The honesty in it made her giggle, not mocking but warm, affectionate, her grin spreading as she leaned into him further. "God, you're too cute when you say it like that."
Her teasing cut off with a soft gasp when his lips found her neck, his teeth sinking just barely into her skin before sucking slow and sure. The pressure wasn't rough, but steady enough to promise a mark, a dark hickey that would bloom against her pale skin. She let out a pleased hum, tilting her head to give him more room, her fingers curling around his wrists as if to hold him there.
"I'm gonna have to cover that up tomorrow" She whispered, though her voice trembled with laughter, with the kind of joy that came from knowing she didn't really mind at all.
His hands slid lower, one wrapping firmly around her waist to hold her against him while the other drifted between her thighs. His fingers brushed over the heat of her, stroking lightly through the thin dampness that had gathered, teasing her lips with slow, careful motions. Bremerton shuddered in his arms, her thighs parting just enough for him, her breath leaving her in a shaky sigh.
"Baby..." She moaned softly, her voice hushed and breathy "You're not playing fair."
“I love you” He whispered against her skin as if to reaffirm her words in an instant, his own muffled by the faint scrape of his teeth as he pressed another kiss into her neck.
Her moan came louder this time, breaking free of her throat just as his finger slipped into her heat. Her body welcomed him instantly, her walls closing tight around the familiar intrusion, pulsing with warmth that he had known a thousand times and yet never tired of.
She spread her thighs without thought, parting wider against his hand to give him room, her hips rocking ever so slightly to meet the push of his knuckle.
“I… I love you too” She breathed, her voice strained by the pleasure already curling through her. Both of her hands slid down, covering his as if to keep him there, to make sure he never pulled away. She laced her fingers loosely atop his, clutching him close even as her moans grew softer, needier.
He eased another finger inside her, slow and steady, stretching her wider until she shuddered in his arms. Her head tilted back against his shoulder, baring her throat fully to him, her chest rising and falling in sharp, hurried breaths. She looked undone and gorgeous all at once, her lips parted, her skin glowing with the heat running through her.
He leaned close, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, voice low and teasing, “That little patch of pink hair down here… it’s adorable.”
Her yelp broke into a laugh, then a shout that was half flustered, half genuine, “You’re such a pervert!” The words tumbled out broken, shattered by the sudden quickening of his fingers inside her.
He pumped faster, curling just right, and pressed his thumb down firmly against her clit, circling it with slow precision. Bremerton shivered violently, her body tensing against his chest, thighs clamping around his hand only to fall open again as the pleasure surged.
And then his other palm flattened against her abdomen, pressing gently but purposefully just above where his fingers worked her from inside. The added pressure made her cry out, her moans high and breathless as her body writhed in his arms, every nerve alive, every thought lost to the way he touched her, to the way he knew her so perfectly well.
Her voice broke into a ragged moan, her hips jerking helplessly against his hand. “B-baby, this was supposed to be your night… I was supposed to spoil you…” The words stumbled out, half coherent between gasps, her thighs trembling as his fingers drove deeper.
He breathed hot against her ear, his voice low and firm. “You are. You’re spoiling me just like this. This is what I want too… what I need. To see you cum for me.”
His pace quickened, fingers curling with practiced precision inside her, knuckles dragging against the spots he knew would undo her. When he added, voice hushed but teasing, “Maybe even make you squirt for me” She let out another startled yelp, her protest caught halfway in her throat.
“You~ ahh~ you’re such a pervert” She moaned, the word softer now, weaker, swallowed by the sounds spilling from her lips as his thumb ground harder into her clit. Her body writhed in his grip, heat spreading quick and overwhelming, her muscles clamping tight around his pumping fingers.
She felt his other hand shift again, pressing down firmly against her lower belly, just above where his fingers worked her. The pressure lined up perfectly, trapping the swell of her inner walls between his touch inside and out. The sensation jolted through her like lightning, rare and devastating, and she cried out loud, her voice breaking as her nails clawed at his arms.
“Baby~ oh fuck~”
He leaned closer, lips pressing against her throat where her pulse fluttered wildly, kissing once before biting down just hard enough to leave another mark. Her neck was already a field of darkening hickeys, each one a claim he knew she would never bother to hide. She moaned at the sting, arching into it, every breath shivering through her chest.
His lips brushed her ear, hot with his ragged breath, the words slipping out in a whisper that carried all his hunger. “Brem… give me a titjob later. I need it. I need you there.”
The plea set her alight. She shivered all over, her back arching into him, her walls clamping down around his fingers as if her body itself answered before her mouth could. A moan spilled free, soft and breathy, and she gasped out a trembling, “Y-yes…” Nefore doubling down, voice breaking into something wetter, sweeter. “Yes, baby… yes, I’d love to.”
That was all the conviction he needed. His hand tightened on her thigh as he shifted, hooking his leg over hers, spreading her wide open against him. Pinned, vulnerable, and entirely his, she could do nothing but melt into his arms as his fingers dove harder into her heat. He curled them mercilessly, driving them in deep with each thrust, his thumb grinding into her clit in fast, insistent circles that made her cry out again and again.
Her whole body writhed beneath the onslaught, back bowing, her thighs trembling violently against the press of his leg. Each time his knuckles dragged along her walls, her breath hitched, her moans turning high and ragged, her nails digging crescent marks into his arms as if to ground herself.
He felt every pulse of her, every squeeze of her desperate body around his fingers, and he pushed her harder, faster, whispering hot praise into her ear between each ragged breath. “That’s it… cum for me, Brem. Let it out. I want all of it.”
And she broke. Her cry tore through the room, her body tightening like a bowstring before it snapped, her release gushing against his fingers, warm and wet. She jerked in his arms as her orgasm crashed over her, her juices spilling freely, the tiniest squirt slipping past to wet his hand and thigh.
Her head fell back against his shoulder, hair damp against his cheek, her breath a mess of moans as she slumped into him. “Oh, f-fuck…” She gasped, her body trembling, her chest rising and falling in wild, heavy bursts. Her weight collapsed against him fully, her arms hanging limp for a moment before one hand weakly found his wrist, clutching it as if to thank him for wringing her out so completely.
And he held her, still pumping softly through the aftershocks, lips kissing along her damp neck as she shivered and sighed in his embrace.
She loved how he didn’t stop, even when her orgasm crashed over her, even when her body writhed and her voice cracked into messy, pleading moans. His fingers slowed but never left her, stroking her just light enough to keep from breaking her mind completely, but steady enough to roll her climax onward, wave after wave that left her trembling in his arms.
The sensation was enough to tilt her head back, to find his lips blindly, desperate for him even as her body spasmed around his touch.
Their mouths met in a feverish kiss, wet and needy, her moans spilling into him as her thighs quivered and her hips rocked helplessly into his hand. He kissed her through it all, holding her tight, savoring every sound she made as if it was the sweetest music he’d ever heard. She melted into him, moaning into his mouth, her nails clutching faintly at his arms, shivering and yet so content, so happy to be undone for him.
Seconds passed, maybe minutes, time didn’t feel real with how long she clung to him, gasping and kissing through each lingering spark that fired off inside her. When at last he eased his hand from her and let her breathe again, it was with much giggling, reluctant kisses, and greedy gropes that seemed impossible to stop. She finally slipped free of his arms with a breathless laugh, hair tousled, cheeks glowing.
Bremerton padded off toward the cabinet, her hips swaying with exaggerated tease. She bent down, tugged open the drawer, and pulled free a familiar tub of coconut oil. With a sly grin over her shoulder, she let him watch as she worked it into her skin, lathering the slick sheen generously over her chest.
Her breasts glistened under the lamplight, every curve shining as she spread it down her stomach, over her ribs, even dragging it across her thighs and ass.
The finishing touch came with a sharp smack of her palm against her oiled backside, the sound ringing out as she laughed. “That one’s for you, baby” She teased, knowing exactly how much he loved it, her cheeks bouncing under her own playful strike.
Before the heat could settle in him too long, she was back on him, climbing into his lap with that eager smile lighting her whole face. He lay on his back now, breath heavy, watching her crawl up until her knees bracketed his waist. Her slick, shining chest pressed against him as she reached for his hips, her hands gripping firm at his waistline with purpose.
“Ready?” She giggled, her voice low and honeyed as her oiled breasts pressed teasingly against his stomach. “Cuz this is incoming.”
She shifted with practiced ease, sliding back until she could guide his legs up and around her sides, his ass resting snugly on her thighs. The position left him open beneath her, cock standing stiff and flushed, waiting for her. She leaned forward, pressing her oiled breasts together around him, and his whole body shuddered at the first wet squeeze of her chest swallowing his length.
The heat of her skin, slick with coconut oil, enveloped him completely. He groaned deep, his hips twitching, and she giggled softly, glancing up at him with a sparkle in her eyes. Her chest was more than enough to bury him whole, but she made a choice, just his tip peeked out between the plush swell of her cleavage, slick and throbbing, glistening in the low light.
“Mm, look at that” She purred, giving him a squeeze that made his breath hitch. “So perfect sticking out like that. Just for me to play with whenever I want.”
And then she started moving. No warning, no slow buildup, her breasts slid up and down his shaft with the same urgent pace her hand had set minutes before. The slick glide of oil made every motion seamless, her chest pressing tight, massaging every inch of him while the sensitive tip popped free at the top of each stroke, twitching helplessly in the cool air before sinking back into her heat.
His groan broke into something more desperate, head tipping back into the pillows, hands clenching at the sheets. The sound made her smile wider, her movements pressing harder, faster, her body rocking as if she couldn’t bear to slow down.
“God, baby” She whispered, her voice thick with affection, “I love how you feel here. You’re shaking already, aren’t you? Can’t hold back with me like this.”
She pressed her tongue out just briefly, catching the tip each time it slipped free, a teasing lick, a playful suck, before letting it vanish back into her cleavage. Each lap of her tongue made his whole body tense, his thighs quivering on either side of her as she worked him mercilessly.
Her pace didn’t falter, her breasts sliding with perfect rhythm, every stroke meant to keep him teetering between bliss and desperation, and every twitch of his cock only made her giggle, happy and breathless, as she whispered, “That’s it, baby… give me everything.”
He had thought, maybe for a moment, that he could hold out, that he could stand a chance against her. But the moment Bremerton’s oily breasts squeezed him tight, sliding in that slick rhythm, he realized just how hopeless it was. His cock was already too sensitive, raw from her earlier work, and she wasn’t giving him even a second to breathe, to adjust, to brace.
The sounds that left him weren’t words anymore, just moans and groans that spilled free no matter how hard he tried to bite them back. Each thrust of his hips only buried him deeper into her chest, only made the glide wetter, hotter, more unbearable in its perfection.
Bremerton looked down at him, her smile wide and glowing with mischief and love all at once. “Ohh, baby” She teased, her voice dripping warmth as she leaned lower, “You’re not lasting, are you? That's fine, cum whenever~ You’re mine like this. All mine.”
She proved it with every stroke, letting his tip slip free just enough to torment it. She licked it clean from the beads of pre-cum that welled up, her tongue swirling slowly around the swollen crown before closing her lips over it, sucking it down with a greedy hum. The sound vibrated through him, his whole body jerking as if she’d plugged him into something electric.
She pulled off with a wet pop, grinning as she dragged her tongue across his slit, teasing it with deliberate flicks until he whimpered, thighs trembling around her. “Mmh, tastes so good~” She murmured, not a hint of hesitation before swallowing him down again, her lips hugging the tip each time it peeked out of her cleavage.
Then she dropped lower, pressing her tongue flat along the underside, tracing every vein, every twitching line of his cock while her breasts kept pumping, slick and merciless. He was undone, shuddering beneath her, his hands gripping weakly at her as if clinging to something to keep from flying apart.
Bremerton only giggled at his helplessness, tightening her squeeze, her tongue dancing back to his slit where she lapped and flicked until he was crying out, groaning with every sharp pulse of pleasure. “That’s it” She whispered between licks, eyes glittering up at him “Let me break you down, baby. I wanna hear you fall apart.”
His pride screamed at him to hold on, to prove he could last, but pride didn’t stand a chance against Bremerton’s assault. Not when her slick breasts squeezed him like velvet, not when her lips and tongue turned his tip into her personal plaything, sucking and licking as if he were the sweetest lollipop she’d ever tasted. Her pace was relentless, every slide and squeeze perfected over the course of their relationship, every motion tailored to wreck him exactly like this.
His cock twitched helplessly in her grasp, his whole body shuddering with the effort to resist, but she felt it all. She knew he was close, and instead of easing off, she doubled down. Her tongue swirled around his slit, teasing it, tormenting it, before she sealed her lips over the head again and sucked until he moaned brokenly, his hips jerking up into her chest.
“Cum for me, baby” She whispered between strokes, her voice low and filthy, full of heat. “Cover me in it. I wanna see how I look with your cum all over my face and tits. Don’t hold back.”
Her breasts pumped harder, tighter, squeezing him until every vein stood out along his shaft, her tongue darting out to lap up the flood of pre-cum that smeared across her skin. “If you cum hard enough” She giggled breathlessly “Maybe you’ll even get me pregnant through my tits. Wouldn’t that be something?”
The words shattered him. The filthy tease, the sight of her oiled chest gleaming around his cock, the heat of her mouth worshipping his tip, it was all too much. His groan tore out raw, his body locking tight before his release surged.
Hot ropes of cum spurted from him in thick, desperate bursts, splattering across her face, streaking her cheeks and lips, dripping down her neck to pool between her tits. More painted her cleavage, white lines covering her oily breasts as she squeezed them tighter, milking him for every last drop.
And she never stopped. Even as his cock jerked violently between her breasts, even as his body convulsed from the force of it, she kept moving, sliding her slick chest up and down his shaft, licking across his tip whenever it peeked free, humming her delight around every twitch and spurt.
She wrung him dry, her giggles breaking between moans as she lapped up the mess, her face and chest a canvas of his release as she whispered, “That’s it, baby. All of it. Give me everything.”
For a moment, the world slipped away from him. His eyes shut, his mind blanked, and all that existed was the weightless haze of release. When his lashes fluttered open again, he found her there, Bremerton, clean now, looking down at him with that bright, tender love in her eyes.
She was perched atop him, her core pressed warm against his abdomen, her hips settled in a slow, lazy roll that made his still-hard cock twitch helplessly where it nestled against the curve of her ass.
He groaned softly at the sensation, clutching faintly at her thighs, his voice broken into low murmurs. “You’re… way too sexy. Way too good at this…”
Her smile curved wider, a playful glint sparking in her gaze. “Mmh, you barely ever let me take charge, you know” She teased, her tone warm but tinged with mock complaint. “Our favorite nights always end with me face-down on the bed, you pounding me until I can’t walk, my insides painted white. Not that I mind…” Her giggle was proof enough of that.
He smiled back at her, tired but happy, eyes shining even through his haze. “Maybe we should change it up once in a while.”
Her laughter spilled freely, full of delight, and she leaned forward until her hair brushed his chest. “Ohh, I like the sound of that.” Then, with no warning, her hips shifted and she took him inside her in one swift, fluid motion. The stretch dragged a moan from both of them, his sharp and guttural, hers high and breathy as his cock filled her completely.
She sank down until he was buried to the hilt, her walls clenching around him in tight, eager pulses, and her smile only grew wider as she looked down at him, firmly in control. “Mmh, consider this a little preview of those ‘changes,’ baby.” Her voice trembled around her moans, but the playful lilt never left it.
She rolled her hips slowly, savoring the drag of his length inside her, then giggled through her shiver. “Bet it’s nice, huh? Having a girlfriend like me, a gyaru all to yourself.”
He chuckled beneath her, voice rough but certain, his hands sliding up to rest at her waist. “You’re perfect. In every way.”
Her chest swelled with pride at the words, warmth flooding her face as she pressed her palms to his chest for balance. Her hair framed her face as she leaned close, her eyes half-lidded and gleaming with affection. “God, I love you” She whispered, before her lips curled into a mischievous grin. “And we deserve one last round. One where I’m on top… and you leave me white inside.”
She rocked her hips forward as she said it, clenching around him with greedy intent, her giggle breaking into another moan that promised she meant every word.
Her breath spilled hot across his lips as she leaned down, her voice a hushed whisper that dripped with both love and mischief. “Stay still for me, baby… just take it. Let me ride you the way I want.”
Before he could even answer, her hands slid higher, palms spreading wide across his chest. Her fingers found his nipples easily, nails grazing light circles before pinching with teasing precision. He gasped, body jerking beneath her, but she only smiled, pressing him back into the bed with her weight.
Then her hips began to move. Slow at first, grinding down on him in long, rolling motions that made the full length of his cock drag against her tight, soaked walls. Every squeeze, every flutter of her body around him was timed with her fingers flicking and rubbing at his nipples, doubling his shivers.
“Mm, that’s it” She moaned, her voice breaking into a giggle as he groaned loud beneath her. “You feel so good inside me… and you can’t even move, can you? My poor Commander, all mine to play with.”
She rocked harder, her pace quickening with each bounce of her hips. The wet slap of her ass meeting his thighs filled the room, slick and messy from how drenched she already was, every sound making him twitch deeper inside her. Her fingers pinched down on his nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers before scratching gently across his chest, dragging out moans that melted straight into her kisses when she leaned down to capture his mouth.
Her tongue tangled with his as her hips snapped faster, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, oiled skin still gleaming under the lamplight. She pulled back just long enough to murmur against his lips, “You love this, don’t you? Love when I ride you, love when I make you moan for me while I’m milking your cock.”
Another hard squeeze of his nipples made him gasp, his body arching into her as his hands gripped helplessly at her thighs. She giggled again, her voice breaking into a moan as she slammed herself down onto him harder, faster, her walls clenching greedily. “God, baby… you’re twitching so much inside me. You gonna cum for me like this? Gonna fill me up while I’m on top?”
Her pace grew relentless, her moans rising to match his, every movement of her body demanding he let go and give her exactly what she wanted.
Her rhythm stopped all at once. One second she was bouncing on him, riding him to the edge, and the next she stilled, his cock buried deep inside her but denied the friction he craved. His body jerked instinctively, hips trying to thrust up into her, but she bore down with her weight, pinning him easily beneath her.
Bremerton’s grin spread wide, mischief gleaming in her eyes as she leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest, her nails dancing lightly across his skin. “Nuh-uh, baby” She whispered, her tone dripping playful authority. “Not yet. You don’t get to cum until I say so.”
Her hands roamed slowly over his pecs, circling his nipples with feather-light touches before pinching them between her slick, oiled fingers. She teased them in deliberate patterns, rolling, flicking, scratching just enough to make him squirm beneath her. His cock twitched violently inside her with every tug, the desperate pressure making her walls pulse with delight.
“God, you’re adorable like this” She giggled, watching his attempts to thrust into her falter. “Trying so hard… but you can’t even move me. You’re stuck under me, baby, just twitching and aching while I get to play.”
She pinched harder, pulling a raw groan from his throat, before easing into slow, soothing circles with her thumbs, as if rewarding him for being good. Her lips hovered by his ear, her voice dropping into a sultry purr. “Tell me, baby… do you like this? Do you like it when I take control?”
He couldn’t speak properly, not with the way her fingers had made his chest burn with sensitivity, not with her warmth squeezing around him every time he twitched. But his answer came anyway, moans spilling free, his head nodding quickly against the pillows, eyes glazed with surrender.
She laughed softly, full of love, and kissed his cheek before tweaking his nipples again, drawing another helpless sound from him. “Mmh, that’s a perfect yes” She whispered, her body shivering at the power she held over him. “My strong Commander, letting me use him however I want.”
Her hips gave one sharp roll down onto him, squeezing him hard inside her, just to remind him she was still in charge. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure you love every second of it.”
Her grin turned hungry as she tightened around him, lifting her hips only to slam them back down with a wet smack that made them both shiver. Then again, harder, faster, her body moving with practiced rhythm as she rode him mercilessly. The slick sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, every thrust driving him deeper into her soaked heat.
She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear, her breath hot and trembling with her own moans. “Cum for me, baby…” She whispered, her voice breaking into a needy cry as she ground down hard, milking him with every clench of her walls. Her tongue darted out, licking at the curve of his ear before she nibbled gently, her giggle breaking into another moan as she picked up the pace.
Her hands never left his chest, teasing him with abandon. Fingers pinched and tugged at his nipples without mercy, scratching lightly over the reddened skin before soothing in messy, playful circles. She didn’t care how sensitive he was now, she loved it, reveled in how every touch made him buck helplessly beneath her.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” She moaned into his ear, her hips bouncing harder, the slap of flesh ringing louder with every thrust. “Your cock’s twitching so much inside me… fuck, baby, I can feel it.”
She dragged her tongue along his ear again, wet and teasing, before whispering filth that made his whole body quake. “I want you to lose it. Fill me up, over and over, until there’s nothing left in you. Make me drip, Commander. Make me yours.”
Her pace grew brutal, every roll and slam of her hips perfectly aimed to batter his tip against her deepest spot, her walls squeezing tighter with every thrust. His moans came broken and raw now, his chest arching into her touch as she wrung him out from above, her voice and her body overwhelming him all at once.
“Cum for me” She gasped against his ear, riding him harder, faster, the bed shaking under their pace. “Cum inside your girl. Show me who I belong to, baby~”
The pressure finally snapped. His body arched up into her, every muscle locking as his cock throbbed violently inside her, spilling deep with hot, desperate pulses. His groan tore free, raw and guttural, as thick ropes of cum flooded her, warmth spilling into every inch of her clenching walls.
Bremerton cried out with him, her voice high and broken as the sensation set her off. The way he twitched, the heat of him pumping into her, the relentless pace she had kept, it all left her trembling on the edge until she toppled over it. Her walls clenched tight, milking him greedily as her own orgasm surged, wet heat rushing down his shaft to mix with the mess he filled her with.
Their voices tangled together in the dim light, moans and gasps, cries and groans, each sound feeding the other as they shuddered in unison. Her hips stuttered, losing their rhythm as her strength gave out, and she collapsed forward onto him, her breasts pressing slick against his chest.
For long moments they lay there, shaking, riding out every pulse of pleasure together. His arms wrapped around her instinctively, holding her as if she might slip away, while her face buried into the curve of his neck, breath hot and ragged against his skin.
And then, still full of him, still joined and trembling, she lifted her head just enough to catch his lips. Their mouths crashed together, not neat or gentle but loving and desperate, a messy, needy kiss that spoke louder than any words. They kissed through the aftershocks, through their shivers, lips clinging even as they moaned into each other, both unwilling to let go of the moment that bound them so tightly.
The storm of their release slowly ebbed, leaving only warmth and the quiet rhythm of their hearts pressing together. Bremerton shifted just slightly, still keeping him inside her as she curled against his chest, her cheek resting over his heartbeat. His arms tightened around her, one hand stroking slowly up and down her back, the other tangled lazily in her pink hair, smoothing it where it stuck to her damp skin.
Neither spoke for a while, their breaths steadying in the hush of the room, the faint creak of the bedsprings the only sound. She hummed softly against him, a sound full of contentment, before pressing a kiss just above his collarbone. “Mmh… perfect” She murmured, her voice low and heavy with drowsy joy.
He smiled, his lips brushing the top of her head as he whispered back, “Yeah. Perfect.”
Her fingers traced idle circles over his chest, sometimes brushing the spots she had teased raw, and each gentle touch made him twitch with sensitivity, though he didn’t complain. It felt right, her touch, her weight, the way her body molded against his as if she had always belonged there.
“You know” She teased quietly, lifting her head just enough to meet his tired eyes “If you keep spoiling me like this, I might get addicted.” Her smile softened almost immediately, her hand sliding up to cup his cheek. “Not that I’d ever complain.”
He kissed her in answer, slow and tender this time, pouring the last of his strength into the press of his lips. When they parted, his forehead rested against hers, and his voice came soft, certain. “I’m already addicted.”
Her chest swelled with warmth at the words, pride and love mingling in her grin. She nestled back into him, sighing as his arms locked tighter around her, the afterglow wrapping them both in a cocoon of comfort.
Together, they drifted into the quiet, tangled in each other’s limbs, their bodies still joined, their hearts steady, their smiles lingering even as their eyes grew heavy. The night had been long, exhausting in every way, but in the afterglow, there was only happiness. Bremerton and her Commander, wrapped in love, warmth, and the promise that neither would ever need to let go.
Chapter 36: Schwarzes Kaninchen
Summary:
So this one leans a bit more into femdom than usual, no ass stuff tho.
There is a tiny bit of German. Bitte=Please. Schatz=Beloved. Kuss=Kiss, Küsse plural and the rest are easy to understand context wise.So, we hit 40k hits. Which btw, wow, thanks. Uhhhhh, 40k special is coming but maybe after another oneshot? Not sure. Will see. Still do recomend a threesome pairing and what they would do!
Chapter Text
The air in their quarters was quiet, a warm hush that settled in with the soft glow of the lamp. The only sound came from the faint shift of fabric as she adjusted her posture, leaning back deeper into the couch. Her long legs were crossed with immaculate poise, the sleek sheen of her stockings catching the light, the sharp points of her heels resting neatly against the little stool at her feet.
Fritz sat like a queen at rest, posture perfect even when casual, the lazy drape of one arm along the backrest softened only by the curve of her smile. Her silver hair spilled down in long sheets, framing the stark contrast of her bunny suit, a costume she wore not by accident but by deliberate choice.
The black leather shimmered against her pale skin, cut perfectly to expose and flatter, the open front tight around her chest, the deep neckline impossible to ignore. The cuffs at her wrists, the collar at her throat, the little ribbon accents, all of it sharp, disciplined, commanding, just like her.
And he, her husband, sat on the rug at her feet, bare of clothing, bare of everything. Just him, unadorned, looking up at her with eyes full of love and hunger, body already betraying how much her presence affected him.
She let her gaze rest on him a long moment, the corners of her lips curling into something soft, tender in its truth. "I hadn’t expected you to be so… comfortable with this" She murmured, voice calm but warm, her German accent curling faintly on the edges. Her hand lifted, a single finger placed against her lips as she regarded him. "I wondered if it might be too indulgent. Too… far from the field."
He shook his head, voice quiet but steady, eyes locked on hers. "I am. Comfortable. And even if I weren’t… this was something you wanted. There’s no way I’d ever deny you that."
Her eyes softened at that, the faintest flicker of emotion breaking through her usual steel. A sigh, light and fond, left her lips before she leaned back against the couch once more, tilting her head to study him from above. "Always so earnest" She whispered, her smile curving wider. "Then let me thank you, mein Geliebter."
The thanks was gentle, but the air shifted all the same when her expression sharpened, a glimmer of something stricter slipping into her crimson gaze. Her finger trailed from her lips and lifted higher, as if to signal the beginning of something more.
Her right leg uncrossed with slow precision, lifting until the curve of her calf hovered in front of his chest. "Remove them," she ordered, her tone crisp, the command softened only by the warmth in her smile.
Her heel lingered there, the glossy black leather pointed toward him like a challenge, the curve of her long leg stretching endless above it.
He reached for her foot with careful hands, his fingers brushing over the smooth leather as he cradled her heel. The buckle gave with a faint click, the strap sliding loose before he eased the shoe away, revealing the delicate arch of her foot beneath the thin sheen of her stocking. He set the heel neatly aside, his eyes lifting only briefly before dropping back to the pale shape revealed to him.
“Good” She murmured, her voice a low hum of approval, though her tone left no room for haste. “Now show me how grateful you are.”
He lowered his head, pressing his lips to the curve of her foot, the kiss lingering against the nylon-clad skin. Her toes flexed faintly at the contact, and her gaze followed the slow trail as he moved upward, pressing kiss after kiss along her instep, her ankle, the curve of her calf. His hands kneaded gently as he went, fingertips working the muscle beneath the silk, a massage born of reverence rather than demand.
Fritz watched in silence, her chin resting on her hand, eyes sharp as they followed his devotion. When he reached the swell of her knee, she lifted her other leg, placing the second heel before him.
“This one” She said simply, the order carried by a calm authority that needed no flourish.
He obeyed without pause, his fingers undoing the clasp, slipping the shoe away to bare her second foot. He held it as carefully as the first, lowering his lips to press a kiss against the arch, his mouth trailing upward with the same tender rhythm. Each kiss landed slower, firmer, lips brushing heat through the thin barrier of her stockings as he ascended her thigh.
Her hand found his hair, long fingers threading through the strands. She guided without force, a steady weight at the back of his head, urging him upward in measured pace. “Continue” She instructed, her tone soft but unyielding, her legs parting just enough to open the path further.
His mouth trailed along the inside of her thigh, each kiss warmer than the last, his breath brushing against the sensitive skin beneath the dark fabric. Fritz shifted slightly, reclining deeper into the couch, her fingers firm against his head as she pressed him closer still.
At the apex of her thighs, where the cut of her bunny suit framed her perfectly, she tilted her head and let her lips curve into the faintest smile. Her other hand slid down, tugging aside the black patch of fabric until the opening in her stockings revealed her heat, glistening faintly in the low light.
She pressed his face forward until his lips met her, his breath hot against her bare skin. “Breathe me in” She whispered, the faintest tease edging her command, “Tell me… do you like my scent?”
Her thighs closed faintly around his cheeks, holding him there, her gaze never breaking as she watched him, waiting for his answer to come not in words but in the way he obeyed.
He breathed deep, lips brushing her heat before whispering against her skin, voice low and reverent. “You smell wonderful.” His words melted into a kiss, soft at first, then lingering, his mouth sealing against her lower lips as if he could worship her with every breath.
Fritz’s smile widened, unseen by him, her teeth just barely grazing her bottom lip as her fingers pressed firmer into his hair. She tilted her head back slightly, silver strands falling loose across her shoulders, the glow of the lamp catching in her crimson eyes.
“Gut” She murmured, her tone rich with approval, the faintest tremor threading her otherwise steady voice. Her thighs shifted, opening just a little more around his face, her stockings warm against his cheeks as she held him there.
His tongue pressed forward, slow, careful, tracing the tender lines of her folds before circling higher, each movement matched to the pace she set with the guiding press of her hand. Each kiss deepened, each lap wetter, more insistent, his devotion laid bare in every movement.
Fritz exhaled a long, steady breath, her smile curving wider as she watched his shoulders rise and fall with the rhythm of his effort. “That’s it” She whispered, her voice firm but threaded with warmth, “Just like that. Make your wife feel good.”
Her other hand dropped lower, fingers brushing across the damp nylon stretched over her thigh, sliding to the space between her legs where his tongue worked her. She tugged the fabric wider, ensuring there was no barrier left between his lips and her heat, no obstacle to his worship.
Her foot shifted then, stocking brushing against his chest before sliding lower, the arch of her sole pressing against the hard length already straining beneath him. She flexed her toes, teasing the tip through nothing but skin, her movements slow and deliberate.
“Mm” She hummed, her voice a mix of tease and delight, “So eager already, and I’ve barely begun.” Her foot rolled gently, smearing his arousal against his stomach with each movement, her smile growing as she felt him twitch beneath her playful pressure.
But her eyes never left his head bowed at her lap, her pleasure mounting with every careful stroke of his tongue, every kiss placed in trembling devotion.
Fritz let the hand that had tugged her costume aside drift upward, settling over her chest. Her fingers spread wide, squeezing firmly, first one breast, then the other, kneading the soft weight through the slick fabric of her suit. A quiet laugh slipped from her lips, low and velvety, as she gave herself another squeeze.
“After dating you for so long” She said, her tone a rare, teasing lilt, “I think I finally understand why you like these so much. They are… fun to play with.” Her thumb traced over the peak of her nipple, the faintest roll through the fabric making her sigh. “Full, heavy… yes, I can see it now.”
Her laughter bubbled into a soft giggle as she looked down at him again, her eyes narrowing with pleasure. Her hand fell back to his hair, pressing him tighter into her heat. “Now, back to your task.”
Her thighs shifted sharply, the smooth sheen of her stockings sliding against his cheeks as she crossed her legs, locking him firmly in place. His face pressed flush to her snatch, his tongue forced deeper, spreading her folds as her scent thickened around him. A sigh left her lips, long and unrestrained, her head tipping back against the couch.
“Yes… genau so” She breathed, her voice breaking faintly with the shiver that ran through her. Her thighs flexed around his head, holding him there, savoring the helpless way his tongue had no choice but to plunge inside, to open her and taste every drop she gave him.
Her hand stroked slowly at his scalp, not in comfort but as command, her crimson eyes half-lidded, heavy with lust and satisfaction. Then, with a tilt of her head, her smile sharpened.
“You have hands, do you not?” she whispered down at him, her tone warm but firm, the cadence of an order softened only by her shiver. “Use them. Make yourself useful, mein Schatz.”
Her foot flexed again against his cock, teasing him with lazy rolls, while her thighs held him inescapably close, waiting to see how well he obeyed.
His hand slid around the smooth curve of her thigh, fingers digging into the silk-stretched muscle for support as he held her steady. The other moved without hesitation, slipping past the damp heat of her folds until two fingers pressed inside, curling slowly, spreading her as his tongue shifted higher.
His lips sealed around her clit, tongue flicking and circling with careful devotion while his fingers worked deeper, each push met with the wet pulse of her walls.
The sound Fritz made in response was richer, fuller, a proper moan, drawn from the depths of her chest. Her head tipped back against the cushion, silver hair spilling across her shoulders as her lips parted, breath breaking into uneven sighs.
“Yes…” She exhaled, the word trembling as her thighs flexed around his head, her hips rocking faintly against the rhythm of his mouth. Her hand at her chest squeezed harder, nails grazing the edge of her suit as she kneaded herself in time with his touch, each motion feeding the warmth gathering low in her belly.
Her foot, until then teasing in lazy strokes, stilled against his cock. She pressed the arch more firmly against him instead, not stroking but holding, the pressure deliberate, a reminder of her control even as her pleasure began to mount. Each twitch of his shaft beneath her sole was a silent confession, one that only made her smile widen even through the haze of her moans.
“Gut…” She whispered, her voice breaking again, low and breathless now. “That switch… genau so… keep going.”
Her thighs tightened further around his face, her hips rolling just enough to grind against his tongue, her body responding to the double assault of his mouth and fingers with rising shudders. Every sound she made was sharp, disciplined even in pleasure, but threaded with a warmth that betrayed just how much she loved this pace.
His pace shifted with instinctive precision, fingers plunging deeper with each thrust, curling just right to stroke her inner walls as his tongue quickened over her clit. The wet sounds of his devotion filled the room, his lips and fingers working in tandem, relentless and adoring all at once.
Fritz’s body trembled beneath the onslaught, her thighs squeezing harder around his head, stockings taut against his cheeks as her hips pressed forward to meet his mouth. Her moans grew sharper, each one louder than the last, breaking her usually steady tone into breathless, needy cries.
Her hand in his hair tightened, pressing him hard against her, guiding every flick of his tongue, every curl of his fingers. “Ja… ja…” She gasped, her voice breaking in rhythm with his movements. Her chest rose and fell heavily, the other hand gripping her breast as if to ground herself, nails scraping lightly over her own skin.
The coil inside her wound tighter, each shudder building until she could hold it no longer. With one last push of his fingers, one last flick of his tongue, the pressure snapped. Her thighs clamped down hard, her back arching against the couch as a raw moan tore from her throat.
Her orgasm pulsed through her, hot and sharp, spilling against his tongue and fingers as her body shook, trembling with the force of it. She held him there, refusing to let him go as the waves rolled over her, her moans breaking into softer cries, lips parted as her breath came ragged and uneven.
At last her grip loosened, her thighs trembling as they slowly relaxed around his head. She sagged back into the cushions, her chest heaving, eyes heavy-lidded but alight with a deep, satisfied glow as she looked down at the man who had just wrung the climax from her.
Fritz’s chest still rose and fell with the aftershocks, her breath steadying as she tilted her head down. For a moment, the commanding edge softened, her lips curving into a smile that was warm and unguarded. Her hand, no longer gripping, shifted into gentle strokes through his hair, petting rather than guiding, the touch full of quiet affection.
“Well done” She murmured, pride threading her tone, the kind of praise that carried both discipline and love. Her thumb brushed his temple, lingering as her crimson eyes softened. “You never fail me, mein Schatz.”
She let the moment linger, her hand still in his hair, allowing the silence to wrap around them. Then, with deliberate slowness, her foot moved again, pressing more firmly against his cock, teasing the sensitive flesh as it twitched against her. Her smile sharpened, playful now, her voice dipping low.
“Perhaps” She said, her tone almost coy, “I should pay you back.”
Her finger lifted from his head, curling in the air as if beckoning him closer. The smile she gave him then was radiant, both promise and command wrapped into one. He rose obediently, standing before her, his chest heaving faintly, arousal plain on his face and body.
Before he could steady himself, her hands pressed against him with sudden force, guiding him back down onto the couch. His body met the cushions with a soft thud, and in the same motion she swung one long, stocking-clad leg over him, straddling his lap with practiced ease.
The black silk of her bunny suit clung tight against her body, her silver hair falling forward as she settled against him, the heat of her thighs closing around his hips. She sat tall, looking down at him with a grin that was half affection, half predatory delight.
“There” she said, her voice velvety smooth, her weight firm over his lap. “Much better.”
Without another word, Fritz shifted, her thighs pressing in closer until they enclosed his cock fully, the soft silk of her stockings sliding warm against his skin. She adjusted herself deliberately, settling her weight until he was trapped snugly between her, his shaft twitching against the heated press of her legs.
Her smile widened as she reached up, fingers slipping beneath the tight line of her bunny suit. With practiced ease, she tugged the fabric down, freeing her chest. The swell of her breasts spilled into the open air, pale and full, her nipples already stiff from arousal. She let them bounce lightly into place, her eyes never leaving his face as she took in the way he stared, breath catching at the sight.
“Grab them” She ordered softly, the tone clear, leaving no room for doubt. Her voice carried that firm edge of command, but the warmth behind her eyes turned it into something intimate, something meant only for him.
Before his hands could reach, she gave the smallest demonstration, rocking her thighs just enough for the silky friction to glide up and down his length. The motion was teasing, shallow, only enough to let him feel the promise of what was coming. His cock twitched immediately, his body already on edge from the teasing and the service he had given her before.
Her grin grew wider, pride flickering across her face at the sight of his helpless reaction. “Sensitive already” She murmured, almost to herself, before letting her hips grind faintly once more. “Good… then you’ll enjoy every second of this.”
Her chest leaned forward just slightly, soft curves swaying within his reach, as her thighs closed tighter around him, showing him the kind of pleasure she was about to grant.
His hands rose instantly at her command, palms cupping the heavy swell of her breasts with reverence that turned greedy almost immediately. His thumbs brushed over her stiffened nipples, circling, pressing, tugging lightly, the kind of touch that made her hum in satisfaction even as she tightened her thighs around his cock.
Fritz began to move with purpose, her thighs sliding firm and smooth along his shaft, the stockings giving just enough friction to drive him mad. Each squeeze, each upward grind, pressed the slick heat of her body against him, trapping him perfectly between her legs. His hips twitched helplessly, his breath catching every time she shifted, and that only made her smile sharper.
“Look at you” She teased, her voice low but clear, tilting her head so her silver hair spilled over one shoulder. “So obedient, fondling me just like I said. Do you like them that much? Hm? These perfect breasts you’ve worshiped for so long?” She squeezed them together herself for a second, letting him feel the weight under his hands, before leaning closer so her breath brushed his ear. “I know you do. You’re practically trembling with it.”
Her thighs worked him faster, every glide a deliberate stroke that pressed against the sensitive head of his cock before sliding back down the length. She kept it tight, relentless, her grin widening as she felt him twitch harder between her legs.
“Sensitive… needy… all from my thighs” She whispered, her lips grazing the shell of his ear before pulling back to watch his face. “Imagine what it’ll be like when I really decide to spoil you. You won’t last a second.”
She arched her back faintly, pressing her chest further into his grip, watching him squeeze harder, knead her as if he couldn’t get enough. “That’s it… don’t hold back. Touch me however you want. I want to feel just how badly you want me while I make you lose yourself.”
Her thighs squeezed again, her pace unrelenting, every word dripping with pride and control, every motion designed to break him down piece by piece.
Fritz slowed her grinding for only a second, leaning in close, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, voice velvet and sharp all at once.
“Do you feel how wet you’re making my thighs, Schatz? All that desperate pre-cum spilling out just because I’m squeezing you a little… mm, it’s adorable. You want to cum so badly, don’t you? To paint me white just from this. To lose yourself between my legs like a good husband should.”
Her lips curved into a smirk against his skin, her tone dropping lower. “Go on then, rut into me if you need to. Show me how needy you get when I let you use my body like this.”
Before he could answer, before his ragged breaths could stumble into words, she caught his lips with her own. The kiss was commanding, consuming, her mouth moving with total certainty, her tongue slipping past his lips to claim and silence him. She kissed like a woman who knew every weakness of her man, who knew exactly how to leave him trembling under her control.
Her thighs squeezed tighter, gliding faster now, each slick stroke dragging his cock against the silky heat of her skin. His hips jerked up involuntarily, trying to thrust into her grip, his desperation laid bare in the way he twitched with every pass.
She pushed her chest deeper into his palms, her breasts molding perfectly under his hungry grip. The way he squeezed her, rough and reverent all at once, only spurred her on. She moaned faintly into his mouth, letting the sound vibrate against his lips before deepening the kiss again, her tongue curling with his until he had no choice but to surrender to it.
The taste of him, the feel of his hands clutching her chest, the heat of his cock twitching helplessly between her thighs, it all came together in a rush that left her flushed with satisfaction, her smirk softening only slightly into a smile as she felt him shudder beneath her, closer and closer to breaking.
His body gave in all at once, hips bucking helplessly beneath her as his cock jerked hard between her thighs. The first spurt shot high, streaking across her chest, hot white painting her pale skin and sliding down between the swell of her breasts. The rest followed in thick ropes, spilling against her thighs, dripping over her stockings until they gleamed with the mess of him.
Fritz didn’t falter for a second. Her thighs stayed tight, gliding him through every pulse, milking him with deliberate squeezes as if determined to wring out every last drop. Her lips never left his, her kiss swallowing his broken moans, his desperate gasps, each sound making her smirk against his mouth.
She loved the way he twitched for her, every spasm of his cock, every tremor in his muscles a confession of how completely hers he was. She kissed him deeper, harder, her tongue curling around his as he spilled, forcing him to give her everything with no restraint.
When at last his release began to slow, she pulled back just slightly, her lips wet and her breath warm as she whispered against his mouth, her eyes gleaming with pride and possession. “All mine. Every drop, every sound… all for me.”
Her thighs gave one last squeeze, a slow, milking stroke that had him shivering under her, his moans spilling weak but earnest into the air. She smiled wide, satisfaction glowing in every line of her face as she looked down at him, her chest and thighs painted in white, his body trembling from how hard she had taken him.
And in that moment, with his seed marking her and his eyes glassy with the aftermath of pleasure, she reveled in the truth of it: he was hers now and forever, and there was nothing in the world she enjoyed more.
Fritz let her movements soften, her thighs easing their grip, though she never pulled away from him fully. Instead, she cradled his face in both hands, her thumbs stroking gently at his flushed cheeks as she bent down to kiss him again. This time it wasn’t a hungry kiss, not a claiming one, but something slower, deeper, a wife kissing her husband, savoring the closeness that lingered between them.
Her lips moved against his with unhurried patience, the kind that gave him room to breathe, to let his heart slow from its wild pace. She could feel his chest still heaving beneath her, his cock softening against the mess that coated her thighs and stockings, the warmth of his release seeping into her skin. It didn’t bother her in the slightest; if anything, it pleased her, the proof of how thoroughly she owned him clinging to her body.
His hands remained on her chest, still kneading softly, almost absentmindedly now, and the tenderness of it made her hum into his mouth. She loved that, even in his exhaustion, even when he was catching his breath, his instinct was to hold her, to please her. It made her smile as she kissed him, her eyes half-lidded, her voice a low murmur against his lips.
“Good… just like that. My perfect husband.”
She stayed with him like that, letting the minutes pass, her kisses unhurried, her touch steady, until she felt his breathing even out, until the tension bled away from his muscles and he was ready again. Only then did she draw back, just far enough to meet his gaze, her smile soft but glinting with the spark of what she had planned next.
“Let’s get a bit cleaner first” She whispered, brushing her thumb along his jaw before pressing one last kiss to his lips. She rose with quiet grace, the mess of him glistening across her thighs and chest, unashamed as she reached for a towel left nearby. “We’ve only just begun.”
They wiped themselves down together at first, gentle, unhurried motions that carried more of a sense of intimacy than formality. But when Fritz paused, glancing down at the dark sheen across her outfit, she sighed softly through her nose and with little ceremony peeled it all off piece by piece. The gloves, the corset, the bodice, all discarded in neat piles on the chair beside the bed. Her skin gleamed faintly with a sheen of sweat, flushed still from her earlier high.
He asked, almost shyly, if maybe she would keep the stockings. Fritz paused mid-motion, one brow quirking before her lips curled into a sly smile. She shook her head, though not in refusal, and leaned down to kiss him once on the lips. “Tomorrow” She promised, her voice low and deliberate, “I’ll let you soak them again. Along with me. But for now. . .” she tugged the last strap free, leaving only the ears perched on her head “Tonight is mine.”
She led him to the bed with a small gesture, her expression soft but carrying the edge of command that he knew so well. “Lie down” She said simply, and he obeyed without hesitation, stretching onto the mattress with trust clear in every line of his body.
Fritz joined him swiftly, silk ribbons already in her hands, smooth and cool as they coiled around his wrists. She tied each with practiced precision, her smile widening at the neatness of the knots, at the way his arms were pulled gently but firmly above his head, fastened securely to the headboard. She leaned back on her knees for a moment, admiring her work, satisfaction lighting her features.
“Perfect” She murmured, brushing her fingers over the cords as if to test their hold. Her eyes drifted down over him, hungry and proud in equal measure. “Your body never fails to impress me.”
He laughed softly, his gaze following the lines of her figure, sweat-slicked and glowing in the dim light. “And neither does yours" He followed quite quickly, watching as Fritz took a moment to look at herself.
She used a finger to part the valley of her breasts, humming to herself. "Do you mind the sweat?" She asked with a brow raised, pretty sure she already knew the answer to her own question.
"You know it’s quite the opposite, I don’t mind sweat. I love it.”
Her eyes narrowed playfully, rolling with a small huff as she shook her head. “Hopeless.” Yet her smile betrayed the fondness beneath the tease. She crawled forward onto the bed, her movements slow, deliberate, her body bending low so the bunny ears tipped forward slightly as she loomed over him.
Her smile grew sharper, more predatory, though the warmth never left her eyes. She tapped one finger lightly against his chest, as if marking the spot where her next idea would begin, her voice dropping to a sultry hum. “Now… what to do with you, mein Hase?”
He parted his lips, maybe to say something, maybe to beg, but the words died in his throat. Bound, bare, and spread out for her, all he could do was watch. Fritz’s eyes traveled over him slowly, deliberately, until they lingered on the soft length resting against his abdomen, the tip still wet with the remnants of his last release. Her smile deepened, a glint of fondness mixed with hunger in her gaze.
She lowered herself without a word, her hair spilling forward as she bent down. And then, soft as silk, warm as fire, her lips brushed against his tip.
His body jerked instantly, a sharp intake of breath caught in his chest, the sensitivity still raw enough to make him twitch in her shadow. She kissed him again, firmer this time, and his back arched helplessly against the ties, his voice spilling into a groan that sounded more like surrender than anything else.
Fritz pulled away just as quickly, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she slid off the bed. He blinked after her, chest heaving, and watched as she crossed the room with measured steps, hips swaying faintly with the bounce of her ass. At the vanity, she leaned in close to the mirror, uncapping a tube of red lipstick. She applied it with care, drawing the lines full, sharp, perfect.
When she turned back to him, he swallowed hard. The vivid red made her already striking face into something devastating, commanding. She caught his reaction instantly, the twitch of his cock, the hunger in his eyes and a quiet chuckle spilled from her throat.
“So responsive” She teased, her voice velvety with pride.
She sauntered back toward the bed, climbing onto it with deliberate poise before easing down once more between his spread thighs. Without a word, she leaned in and pressed her lips firmly to his cock, just below the head. When she pulled back, a perfect mark remained: her lipstick, bright against his skin, like a brand.
“Better” She purred, her voice a low moan of satisfaction, as if the sight belonged to her alone.
Then she gave him no time to breathe, no chance to think. Her lips opened, wrapped warm and wet around the swollen head of his cock, her tongue flicking once across the slit before she sealed her mouth fully over him.
He groaned, sharp and raw, his hips straining upward against his bonds, his cock twitching to life inside the heat of her mouth.
Her lips sealed tight around him, the wet sound of her mouth filling the quiet room as she set a pace far quicker than he had braced for. Her head dipped and rose in steady rhythm, those soft bunny ears bouncing and flopping with every motion, a lewd, almost comical counterpoint to the skill and hunger behind her every move.
His moans spilled out unrestrained, the bonds keeping him from clutching at her hair, from grabbing hold of her shoulders, from doing anything but arch and strain as her mouth worked him over. Each time she pulled back, her lips dragged slow across his head, leaving him throbbing and swollen, red not only from her lipstick but from the relentless attention she lavished on him.
She let her tongue swirl lazily around his slit, savoring the bead of precum that welled there before lapping it up with a pleased hum. Every drop, every twitch, she claimed for herself, her eyes half-lidded and bright as she watched him squirm under her.
Then she dove deeper, bobbing faster now that he had filled completely against her tongue, her cheeks hollowing with the force of her suction. His thighs trembled with the strain, his chest rising and falling sharp as his cock twitched uncontrollably inside her mouth. Bound and helpless, he could only whimper her name, every sound feeding the satisfied gleam in her eyes as her pace grew quicker still.
He was fully hard again in moments, his shaft aching inside her mouth, straining against the impossible mix of pleasure and sensitivity. Each time her lips sealed back over his tip, it felt like fire, like lightning, and he shuddered violently, his voice cracking in ragged moans that echoed against the walls.
Fritz gave him no reprieve. Her lips slid lower with each descent, that perfect ring of red smeared further and further down his shaft until it painted him nearly to the base. She wanted all of him, every inch buried in her mouth, and she wouldn’t stop until he was hers in full.
Her throat welcomed him with practiced ease, the tight squeeze at the back making his body jolt violently against the binds. His moan broke ragged and desperate, head pressing back into the pillow as streams of raw pleasure surged up his spine. He could hardly keep his breathing steady, every thrustless twitch of his hips a plea she rewarded with deeper, hungrier strokes.
Her tongue never stopped, lashing against the spots she knew unraveled him, swirling and pressing even as her lips sealed around his base. The wet sound of it filled the air, obscene and merciless, her pace quickening as his cock throbbed and twitched helplessly in her throat.
When her eyes opened, the sight of them nearly undid him on its own. Fiery red, sharp and unyielding, they locked onto his, glowing with lust and that quiet authority that always pulled him under. She never looked away, not once, as if daring him to lose himself while she worked him over, her gaze commanding his obedience as surely as her mouth claimed his cock.
He shuddered hard, muscles straining, the silk creaking faintly above him as his voice broke into hoarse moans, spilling freely into the room for her and her alone.
Her hand pressed flat against his abdomen, firm and unyielding, keeping him pinned to the bed when his hips tried to buck up. The noises spilling from her throat as she pulled back were wet, filthy things, strands of saliva clinging from her lips to his cock as if proof of how far she had gone for him. He could hardly think straight, every nerve in his body begging for release, for that final push over the edge. . .
And then she robbed him of it.
The instant his muscles clenched under her palm, the moment she felt the first real spasm of his abdomen, she withdrew, her lips sliding off him with a slick pop. The sudden emptiness made him groan loud, broken, his body arching upward as if he could chase the heat that had just abandoned him. His cock twitched hard in the open air, red, swollen, dripping from how close she had taken him, and yet utterly denied.
Fritz watched it with a smile that bordered on wicked pride, her eyes gleaming as she sat back on her heels. “So eager. So desperate” She murmured, her tone low and sharp, the lilt of command softening only into satisfaction.
She leaned forward, close enough that her chest hovered just centimeters away from his trembling cock. The heat of her skin, the sight of her full breasts swaying just in front of him, was maddening, and she knew it. Her smile widened as she lowered her head, pursing her lips, and exhaled a single slow breath of warm air over his tip.
The reaction was instant. His cock twitched violently, precum bubbling anew, his breath breaking into another ragged groan. He wanted, needed, anything more than that teasing gust of air.
But Fritz only chuckled, straightening just enough to keep him aching, her bunny ears twitching faintly as she let her words drip down onto him like honeyed command.
“Look at you” She purred, her voice velvet and steel all at once. “Straining like that, begging without a word. Did you really think I’d let you finish so soon? No, husband… you’ll wait. You’ll endure. And you’ll cum only when I decide you’re worthy of it.”
Her hand traced up from his abdomen, nails light enough to tingle, stopping just below his chest. Her eyes never left his cock, proud of the twitching, the aching she had crafted with such care. “Needy and beautiful all at once” She whispered, her voice sharp with approval. “Exactly how I like you.”
Her hand descended with a slow, deliberate grace, fingertips brushing along the throbbing head before pressing lightly against his slit. The bead of precum smeared instantly across her skin, slick and warm, and she lifted it up without pause, slipping her fingers past her lips.
Her tongue curled around them, savoring, her eyes fixed on him as she sucked them clean with a loud, obscene pop that echoed in the quiet of the room. Her smirk deepened at the look on his face, the way his body strained helplessly against the silken bonds.
“Delicious” She murmured, her voice low, teasing, dripping with satisfaction.
Her hand returned to him, this time with two fingers curling around the base. She started slow, achingly slow, dragging her spit-slicked fingers up the thick length of his cock, squeezing just enough to make his breath stutter. Each stroke stopped just beneath the swollen head, never granting him the relief of full contact, keeping him caught in that unbearable state between need and denial.
She tilted her head, eyes narrowing in a mock-thoughtful look as her strokes continued in their torment. “I wonder” She mused aloud, her tone light but cruel in its playfulness “How long I could keep you like this. Denied, aching, right at the edge. One orgasm refused… two… three…”
Her grip tightened suddenly, the slick sound of her hand pumping along his cock filling the air. She sped up without warning, jerking him fast and hard, her wrist twisting just enough to drag across his most sensitive spots. Her strokes were merciless, practiced, designed not to give release but to wring moans from his throat, to push him right back to the edge she controlled.
“Or maybe" She purred, her smirk widening as she watched him shudder, “I’ll see how many times I can make you beg before I finally allow you to cum.”
Her hand flew faster, each stroke sharp and strong, the wet slap of spit-lubed skin echoing in rhythm with his ragged gasps. She leaned close, her breath hot on his chest, her bunny ears flopping with each subtle movement, watching with fiery red eyes as he writhed beneath her merciless pace.
Her hand never lost rhythm, pumping him with wet, merciless strokes that made his muscles tense and his breath break into ragged gasps. She leaned down in between, lips brushing against his heated skin, pressing kisses along the ridges of his abdomen. One, two, three, each mark left tinged red, her lipstick smudging like trophies across his trembling body.
Her kisses moved lower, slower, just close enough that he could feel her breath ghost over the base of his cock without the mercy of contact. Meanwhile, her hand only grew faster, each pump tighter, the lewd slick of spit and precum filling the room, his every twitch betraying how close he was.
She felt it, the hard shiver that rolled through him, the sharp strain of his abdomen beneath her lips, the desperate throb in her hand. His orgasm surged, seconds away, and that was when she stopped.
Her grip vanished in an instant, her hand pulling free, her mouth lifting from his skin. His cock twitched violently in the air, flushed red, veins straining, so painfully close yet robbed of the release he craved.
Fritz sat back on her heels, lips glistening, her smirk wide and satisfied. She admired the sight of him straining, bound, his chest heaving as denial wracked through his body. “Not yet” She murmured, her voice calm but edged with command, eyes drinking in his desperation.
His cock twitched again, leaking down his shaft, and she chuckled softly, almost lovingly, her hand hovering near but not touching. “You’ll cum when I say so. And not a moment before.”
Her fingertip dragged lightly across his cockhead, a slow stroke every few seconds, just enough to make his hips jerk, just enough to remind him what he wasn’t getting. The teasing pressure faded again and again, leaving him twitching, throbbing, begging silently in the binds.
Fritz tilted her head, her smirk deepening as her voice cut into the thick silence. “I wonder” She mused aloud, her tone sharp but almost playful “Could I push you to a hands-free orgasm? No touch, no mercy. Just me, my body, my face, my voice, until you break.” She leaned forward, letting her words sink, her fiery eyes holding his wide, desperate gaze. “Would you cum just from looking at me?”
The thought hung heavy, his chest rising faster at the idea, his cock twitching hard in the air as though trying to answer for him. Fritz chuckled low, letting the sound roll off her tongue, delighted at how he shivered beneath her.
Then she shifted higher onto the bed, moving with deliberate grace, until her thighs came into view above him. Glowing, slick, dripping with her arousal. His eyes locked on the sight instantly, widening more than she expected, and she smirked with delight.
“Ahh,” She exhaled, pretending surprise though her grin gave her away “You didn’t expect this, did you?” Her tone softened, husky, as she spread her legs a little wider, letting him see how soaked she was. “You think you’re the only one who finds this hot?”
Her hand slipped down without shame, two fingers parting her lower lips, a fresh droplet rolling down her inner thigh to stain the sheets beneath them. She laughed lightly at the way his cock jerked, his eyes glued to her every motion.
“Truth is…” She whispered, leaning forward just enough to let her voice brush against him, “I find it really hot. Having you tied here, begging without words, twitching for me.”
And then she sank those fingers into herself, slow at first, the wet sound unmistakable in the room. She moaned low, soft at first, then again louder as her fingers curled, the slick squelch of her arousal filling the silence between his ragged breaths.
“Really, really hot.” Her smirk returned, triumphant and dripping with lust, as she fingered herself openly before his hungry eyes, letting each lewd sound stoke the fire she knew was consuming him
Fritz lowered herself onto the sheets beside him, close enough that her scent drifted straight into his lungs, intoxicating, undeniable. Her right hand returned to his cock with more intent now, not mercy but control, slow strokes that dragged his precum down the length of his shaft, spreading the slickness so her teasing fingers glided easily. Her left stayed buried between her thighs, her fingers pumping at her own pace, every wet sound punctuated by her soft, controlled moans.
Her eyes stayed on him, sharp and knowing, her smirk widening as she watched him strain against the bindings, muscles taut, his body begging for release even as she kept him from it.
“Tell me, my love…” She purred, her voice smooth and commanding as her right hand gave him a firmer stroke before easing off again “…if your hands weren’t tied, what would you do to me?”
Her thumb flicked across his tip as if to underline the question, her own moan escaping as her fingers curled inside herself.
“Would you grab me?” She whispered, her breath brushing against his ear as she leaned close. “Drag me on top of you, hold me down, use these thighs you like so much?”
Her hand sped up suddenly, then stopped again, keeping him teetering on that dangerous edge, her smirk growing at every twitch.
“Or maybe you’d finger me yourself” She teased, pulling her slick hand up just enough to show him the glisten before plunging it back into her heat with a shameless squelch. “Stretch me open the way you like, watch me cum all over your hand while you tell me how wet I am for you?”
His hips bucked, helpless against the ropes, and she rewarded him with another stroke, firmer this time, her lips brushing the corner of his mouth as she whispered lower, filthier still.
“Or maybe…” Her tongue flicked across her lips before she pressed them close to his ear, “Maybe you’d just jerk yourself off with me beside you, cum all over me like you’ve done before… cover my chest, my stomach, my face.”
Her voice dipped, husky, her eyes half-lidded as she moaned with her own pleasure, fingers curling deep inside herself.
“Which one is it, hm? What would you do if I gave you those hands back?”
Her strokes on his cock matched her pace between her thighs now, both of them wet, both of them teetering, both controlled entirely by her rhythm.
He tried, his lips parting as if to shape words, but nothing came out, just a broken moan, his head pressing into the pillow as his bound arms flexed uselessly above him. Fritz smiled wide at that, her eyes gleaming with understanding. She already knew. She always knew.
“That’s right” She breathed, answering for him, her voice a husky mix of command and affection. “You’d do all of it. Grab me. Fuck me. Cover me. And I’d let you, because you’re mine.”
Her own body was trembling, nipples hard, aching for touch, the silk of her bunny ears swaying as she shifted. Every nerve screamed for more, for his hands, his chest, his mouth, but she had him bound, and so she took everything for herself. Her moans grew shakier, higher, her thighs slick with arousal, each curl of her fingers bringing her closer, hotter, until her patience frayed.
Enough.
She straddled him without hesitation, climbing onto her husband’s hips, her soaked lips hovering just above the swollen, reddened head of his cock. She guided herself with two fingers, spreading her folds around him, slick and ready, her breath catching in a sharp sigh as she teased herself on the heat of his tip.
For a heartbeat she thought of dragging it out, of sinking down slow and savoring every inch, but the thrill of being split open, of taking him deep all at once, was too strong to resist.
She dropped her hips in one swift, decisive motion.
He eased into her fully, her walls clamping down in tight, wet heat as she cried out, the shock of it mixing with a surge of desperate joy. His cock twitched violently, and before she could even settle into the stretch, he was cumming. Hard.
The sudden rush of warmth filled her instantly, thick spurts painting her insides, and the feeling made her eyes roll back as her own orgasm tore through her. She moaned loud, body shaking, collapsing forward onto his chest as her pussy clenched around him, milking him for every drop.
Their climaxes crashed together, hers shuddering and hot, his desperate and unrestrained, the two of them bound in that perfect moment as her womb flooded with his seed.
Fritz trembled as the last waves rolled through her, her thighs quivering around his hips, her chest pressed tight to his. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her bunny ears flopping lazily with every shiver. She loved this, cumming with him, being filled so completely, but the ache in her chest, the hunger for his hands, hadn’t faded. If anything, it had only sharpened.
Her nipples throbbed, stiff and desperate for his touch, and the emptiness of her arms around his bound wrists made her lips curl in frustration even as her body pulsed with satisfaction. She needed more. Needed him.
So she reached up with unsteady fingers, loosening the knots she’d tied with such pride earlier. The silk gave way quickly, slipping off the headboard, and before the ropes even fell free, he was moving.
His arms wrapped around her waist with a strength that made her moan, pulling her flush against him, chest to chest, their sweat mixing as his breath caught in her hair. She felt his cock still deep inside her, twitching, releasing the last few thick spurts of cum into her womb, her denial having left him with a reservoir he was only now emptying fully.
Fritz gasped softly, clutching at his shoulders as she sank against him, the warmth spreading deeper inside her with each small spurt. Her smile broke wide, genuine and proud, her voice trembling with affection as she whispered against his ear.
“Mein Gott… you’re still giving me more…”
Her hips rolled faintly, unthinking, milking those last drops out of him, her heart hammering in her chest as his arms only tightened, holding her like he’d never let go.
Their lips met before either could think, a heated clash that melted quickly into something softer, hungrier. Fritz moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating against his tongue as she let herself sink into the kiss fully, tasting him, drinking in the rawness of their shared lust.
Her hips rocked lazily against him, small, steady rolls that kept his softening cock shifting inside her, each faint movement wringing a gasp from her throat. The slickness between them only grew, his seed spilling with every gentle grind, dripping warmly down her thighs to stain the sheets beneath.
He groaned low, muffled by her lips, and pulled her tighter still, his hands roaming up her back, over her waist, gripping her as though anchoring himself to the moment. She let him, shuddering with each squeeze, her body responding with little tilts of her hips, chasing every flicker of lingering pleasure.
Their kisses broke only to reform, lips parting for ragged breaths before rejoining, tongues sliding against each other in slow, messy strokes. Each moan, each sigh, was swallowed by the other, lost in the rhythm of their mouths and the faint grind of her body moving atop his.
Fritz’s bunny ears flopped against his forehead as she leaned further down, pressing her chest to his, nipples hard and aching, flattened between their slick skin. She sighed into the kiss, the sound dripping with need and contentment all at once, rocking gently as if the world outside their locked lips no longer existed.
Fritz was breathless, her body still trembling in the afterglow, certain that this was it, that they had wrung themselves dry. Her lips curved into a lazy, sated smile, ready to bask in the warmth of his arms until sleep took them both. But then his hands tightened suddenly at her waist, firm and intent, and she blinked up at him in dazed surprise.
Her giggle spilled out before she could stop it, light and girlish, as he shifted them with a strength that belied his exhaustion. In one smooth motion he rolled them over, pressing her into the sheets, his body hovering above hers. His breath came rough and broken, words tumbling out half in German, half in English, a string of desperate mutters that made her heart skip.
“No… bitte… not yet… please…”
She laughed, delirious with love, with lust, with the sheer joy of being wanted so much. Her arms looped around his neck, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to pull him closer, to hold him there even as her mouth formed protests that her body betrayed.
“Stop” She moaned, voice high and unconvincing, her hips rocking up to meet his. “You have to stop… I can’t… I can’t take more…”
But her eyes glowed with fevered delight, her nails dragging down his back, her thighs clamping tighter around him as if to cage him inside her.
“I’m your pyon pyon wife” She gasped, her head tipping back into the pillow, “and I can’t handle another. . .”
Her words broke into a sharp cry as he thrust, his cock sliding into her once again, already stiffening inside the wet, hot mess they had made of her insides. The sound of it filled the room, loud and lewd, the wet slap of their bodies mixing with the squelch of cum and arousal.
He laughed low, breathless, against her lips, the sound vibrating in her chest before his mouth crushed against hers. Their kiss was fevered, teeth and tongue clashing, every breath stolen as his hips moved, pounding deeper into the heat that swallowed him greedily despite every word she tried to say.
And all Fritz could do was cling to him, moaning into his mouth, drowning in the delirium of love and lust, knowing she had never wanted to stop, not now, not ever.
His laugh was rough, half-choked by his own breath, but it rumbled out all the same, pressed against her lips before spilling into the space between their panting mouths.
“Pyon pyon wife, huh?” He rasped, the words shaky with effort, each thrust more like a desperate lunge than a measured rhythm. His body ached, spent, yet still he moved, driven by something deeper than need, something raw and unrelenting.
Fritz’s head tipped back, a moan breaking free, her voice caught between languages as pleasure tangled her tongue. “Ja… ja… I’m your Häschen now… deine verrückte Bunny… Gott, you’re insane to keep going…”
Her thighs squeezed tighter, pulling him deeper still, her words melting into a breathless cry as he buried his face in her chest. His mouth closed hungrily around a nipple, his teeth grazing before his tongue circled and pulled it deep. The sharp spike of sensation tore through her body like lightning, forcing a curse from her lips, raw and unrestrained in her mother tongue.
“Scheiße… verdammt!” She cried, her fingers clutching his hair, her back arching into him.
There was no finesse now, no games, no control, just two bodies moving because stopping was impossible. His thrusts were rough, clumsy with exhaustion, but each one hit deep, stirring wet squelches from where their bodies met, the sound obscene, shameless. Her moans rose higher, less like words and more like cries of delirium, every nerve strung tight, every stroke dragging her closer to the edge.
Right now, they weren’t teasing, they weren’t playing roles, they weren’t holding anything back. They were just fucking, wild, and lost in each other, every gasp and every groan feeding the madness of their shared bliss.
The end came rushing for them, as inevitable as the pounding of their hearts. Fritz’s voice broke, her German spilling unfiltered, desperate between her moans.
“Küsse… bitte, gib mir Küsse…!”
He obeyed without hesitation, dragging his mouth from her chest to her lips, kissing her again and again, messy, wet, frantic, like he couldn’t breathe without her taste. She clung to him, nails digging into his back, legs tightening around his waist until they trembled with strain.
And then it hit.
Her body seized, shaking hard beneath him as her climax tore through her, a strangled cry muffled into his mouth. She shook in place, hips jerking erratically against his as her walls clenched down on him like a vice.
He groaned deep, muffled by her lips, as his cock pulsed hard inside her, spilling thick, heavy spurts of cum one last time, filling her already soaked depths. A few true shots, hot and desperate, before his body gave in, emptying in weak, shuddering waves that spilled as nothing more than warm, aching blanks.
The strength drained out of them both, their bodies giving way, his weight collapsing onto her slick, trembling form. Their chests heaved together, their mouths still brushing in half-kisses, their sweat-slick skin clinging in every place they touched.
Neither spoke, not yet. There were only moans fading into gasps, gasps fading into sighs, and the comforting sound of their hearts pounding in unison as the world shrank to the warmth of their collapse.
Their breaths slowly steadied, though their bodies still twitched now and then with aftershocks, each tiny shift reminding them of how thoroughly they had spent themselves. Fritz stroked her husband’s damp hair with a trembling hand, the tips of her fingers tracing down his cheek before she pulled him tighter against her chest. Her bunny ears drooped lazily against the pillow, her smile soft and content despite the mess, despite the ache that lingered deep inside her.
“That” She whispered, voice still husky with exhaustion “Was the best sex we’ve had in a long while.”
He let out a low laugh, muffled against the swell of her chest, before tilting his head to meet her eyes. “I was just about to say the same” He agreed, followed by a long sigh as he eased back against her body.
“Dare I say that you enjoyed it more than I did, mein Scatz?” She asked with a smile and a small chuckle, pleased as he smiled against her. “You may. . .though I am sure you loved it too”
“Of course I did. How could I not?” She paused briefly, looking at his sweaty body and feeling the ample amount of cum sliding down her thighs. “Should we postpone the stocking thing for another day then?”
To which he immediately nodded, kissing her skin and adding. “Yeah. . .I think I am done being horny for a while”
Fritz chuckled, her grip around his shoulders tightening as she kissed his temple. “As am I. . .” Her voice softened into something playful, still smiling wide as she added, “And once we bathe, because we absolutely must, then we’re putting in for a few days off. I’m certain I can’t walk after this.”
That earned another laugh from him, low and warm, his chest vibrating against hers. She joined him, their laughter mingling until it softened into sighs of shared joy.
He nestled closer, burying himself in her embrace, while she stroked his back in slow, soothing circles. The warmth of their love cocooned them, quiet and steady, as the weight of exhaustion finally began to sink in.
They rested like that, bodies tangled and hearts steady, until enough strength returned for them to drag themselves toward the bath, together.
Chapter 37: Counselor Azuma
Chapter Text
The commander sat at his office, a warm smile resting on his lips as he held a few documents in his hand. Outside the window the night had set in fully, the quiet October winds slipping through the open balcony doors and brushing gently against the curtains, making them sway with a slow and steady rhythm.
The chill of autumn mingled with the faint warmth of the lamp that cast its dim glow across the desk, just enough to let him work without tiring his eyes. It was a calm end to what had been a long but enjoyable day, the school themed roleplay event having gone off without a hitch.
This particular gathering had been a success from start to finish, the shipgirls throwing themselves into their roles with all the energy and charm he had come to expect. There had been mishaps here and there, playful interruptions from some of the younger girls, private sessions that demanded his attention, but compared to the last such event, today had left him mostly free to sit back and enjoy himself.
Even now the sounds of it lingered in his head, laughter, the faint scolding tones of the ones who had chosen to play teachers, the bashful enthusiasm of those who had acted as students.
The only downside was the paperwork left waiting for him once it was all over. He had not fallen too far behind, but enough that he had slipped away once the festivities ended, leaving the others to unwind together while he shut himself away in the quiet of his office. Now there were only a few forms left, a few stamps and signatures before he could go home and finally rest.
His clothes were still a strange mix of costume and reality, the dark pants, polished shoes, and buttoned shirt all part of the mock schoolboy uniform chosen for him, the kind that fit a young man about to graduate. The Commander's cap was resting on the edge of the desk, the white coat he usually wore draped across his shoulders, hiding parts of his more normal attire. He shifted slightly in his chair, reaching to open one of the cupboards for a stamp, the room settling once again into silence, the only sound the faint rustle of papers.
The quiet did not last.
Without warning the door opened, the handle turning smoothly before the wood gave way with a soft creak. He lifted his head just in time to see Azuma step inside.
She had not changed. The outfit she had worn throughout the day's roleplay clung to her still, every detail as immaculate as it had been that morning. The tailored blazer drew his eyes first, snug where it tapered against her waist before flaring slightly at her hips. Beneath it her blouse lay tight across her chest, the fabric drawn just enough to hint at what it held, the collar parted one button more than propriety allowed. Her skirt, dark and smooth, reached just far enough down her thighs to keep her modesty intact but clung close enough that his gaze lingered on every step.
Her legs were wrapped in stockings black as midnight, the faint sheen of the material catching the lamp's glow whenever she moved. They ended neatly in sharp heels that clicked softly against the floor as she closed the distance between them. Her long hair spilled down past her shoulders in a glossy cascade, strands of indigo swaying gently as she walked, and the faintest rose tint touched her cheeks, though whether from the night air or something else he could not yet tell.
Her golden eyes found him at once, carrying their usual warmth but with a flustered gleam beneath. She closed the door quietly behind her, the latch sliding into place with a soft thud. Her hand lingered there for a moment longer, turning the lock with a deliberate click before she finally faced him fully, arms crossing under her chest as she leaned her back against the wood.
“You are a real meanie, you know” Azuma started, her voice low but carrying that adorable pout as her dog ears gave the faintest flap against her hair. She drew her gaze away from him almost as soon as the words left her lips, her cheeks heating further beneath the lamp’s glow.
He still wasn’t sure what she was working herself up over, so he let the documents fall from his hand onto the desk and leaned back against his chair, clearly motioning for her to continue.
She shifted lightly where she stood, her arms hugging tighter beneath her chest. “You were too handsy with me today” She said, the pout spreading wider as her golden eyes darted toward him only for a fleeting instant before pulling back again. The way she did it, the way she could barely bring herself to look at him, only deepened her sulky air.
The commander chuckled softly, the sound warm and unbothered, finally realizing what this was about. He didn’t waste a second before standing, pushing back the chair as he rose and leaned against the edge of his desk. His own arms crossed loosely, he let his tone stay light as he asked “Do you feel like I overstepped the line?”
Azuma’s nod came quick, sharper than she probably intended, her pout remaining firmly in place.
“Really?” He asked again, his brow arching.
Another nod, this one slower, her huff almost a whisper as her cheeks puffed and her ears twitched with her growing fluster.
He rolled his eyes with a smile tugging at his lips, then pushed off the desk and began to close the space between them. Each step landed firmly against the wooden floor, the sound of his shoes louder than what he normally wore. The deliberate rhythm filled the office, chasing away the silence in a way that seemed to leave her no choice but to look back at him.
Her golden eyes flicked up, caught by the steady approach. She was reminded in that moment of the edge he always carried over her, his presence more than just commanding, his height enough to make her stare just at his Adam’s apple when she faced him head-on. Her blush only deepened as her pout wavered faintly, her ears twitching against the strands of her hair.
When he finally stood before her, his gaze slid over her slowly, the kind of look that made her shift her weight ever so slightly in place. His voice dropped just a fraction as he spoke, calm and knowing.
“For someone playing the role of the counselor” He said “You sure were eyeing me up a lot today.” His smile widened, his tone laced with quiet amusement. “And that’s not even mentioning how you started rubbing yourself against me before the roleplay even began.”
Azuma all but jumped at his words, her shoulders giving the smallest jolt before she quickly recovered, a soft huff slipping past her lips. “That doesn’t matter” She insisted, trying to hold her composure “Before was before. I am mad at you because you kept touching me while we were in roleplay.” Her pout deepened, her arms crossing tighter as her ears gave a soft flick.
He didn’t give her long to hold her ground. “Funny” He said with a quiet laugh, “I remember it as you egging me on to continue what we had started before. I am fairly certain you were the first to grab my hand and guide it to your waist.”
Azuma’s head shook almost immediately, her hair swaying with the motion, the pout on her lips widening. “My waist and my ass are two very different things” She retorted, her golden eyes glimmering with indignation even as her blush betrayed her.
He didn’t miss a beat. “And a student isn’t supposed to be touching either if it’s their counselor’s.”
She blinked at him, her pout twitching before her lips curved upward just faintly, the tiniest glimmer of triumph in her eyes. “Exactly” She said softly, her voice carrying a hint of pride as she took it as a small victory.
That left him still, his arms folded as he tried to make sense of where this was going. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing faintly in thought. What was she after here? He hadn’t missed any special dates, he was sure of that. He had taken her out earlier this week, he had given her plenty of his time, they had curled together on the couch more than usual. Flowers, chocolate, the little gestures he knew she loved, he had done them all.
Yet here she was, pouting harder with every passing second.
Azuma’s golden eyes caught the faint confusion on his face, and her expression shifted, lips curling downward until the pout nearly consumed her features. Without a word she lifted her foot and stomped down onto his.
The wince was immediate, his teeth gritting as he absorbed the dull sting. At least she hadn’t used the sharp point of her heel, though he wasn’t sure if that was mercy or simple coincidence. He exhaled through his nose, half annoyed but more baffled than anything, his confusion doubling as she stood before him, pout now tripled in size and cuteness, her dog ears flicking and her cheeks flushed like a child demanding attention.
He shook his head slowly, the corners of his lips pulling in something between defeat and fondness before he raised a hand and cupped her cheek. His thumb brushed across her warm skin, rubbing softly. “I’m sorry” He said, his voice lower now, gentler, eyes softening in a way that made the weight in the air shift at once.
Her pout broke instantly, dissolving as her lips parted with the faintest quiver. “Dummy” She murmured, though the word carried no bite. Instead she eased into his palm, her body leaning into the touch as her dog ears twitched, a faint purr humming from her chest without her even thinking about it. Her golden eyes fluttered closed, savoring the affection, her breathing slowing into quiet, content notes.
For a moment she simply stayed there, basking in the warmth of his hand against her cheek. Then, her lashes lifted again, her gaze finding him, clear and steady. One of her hands rose to press against his, her fingers curling lightly around his wrist, holding him there as if afraid he might pull away.
“Do you remember the date?” She asked softly, her voice carrying a playful lilt beneath the tenderness.
His brow furrowed faintly, but before he could answer she tilted her head and continued, “And what we talked about before the whole roleplay started?” The faintest heat bloomed in her cheeks again as her smile tugged wider. “How we said we’d continue… to sate my desires.”
Her words landed like a slap, his eyes widening at once, his body jolting upright. It was as though his thoughts clicked together all at once, the kind of sudden, almost comical realization like a dog who only just understood the word walk. He blinked at her, dumbstruck, his mouth parting before he shut it again, shaking his head at himself.
Azuma’s smile warmed further, all traces of her pout gone. A small giggle spilled past her lips, soft and affectionate, the kind of sound that lit the room brighter than the lamp could ever manage. “My handsome man” She said, her golden eyes glowing with tenderness “Sometimes a dummy… but the one I love with all my heart.”
Her warm breath brushed against his skin as she leaned closer, the faint tremble in it betraying her, revealing the truth she could no longer hide. She was in heat, and every inch of her composure only served to make her need shimmer brighter.
The commander breathed out slowly, his thumb sliding from the warmth of her cheek until it reached the corner of her lips. The moment he pressed near, her mouth parted for him without hesitation, soft and inviting. She leaned in, wrapping her lips around the digit, her tongue rolling lazily around it as if savoring every inch.
His eyes narrowed with quiet amusement, his voice low as it rumbled out. “You know” He said, “The way you’re moving right now… it’s exactly how you look when you’re blowing me.”
Her cheeks lit up instantly, color blooming bright beneath the golden sheen of her eyes. Yet even through the heat of her embarrassment she didn’t stop, her lips tightening around his thumb, her tongue swirling with deliberate slowness as if to prove him right.
He let her have the silence, watching her with calm, steady focus. She felt the weight of his gaze, every bit of it, and her blush deepened further, her ears twitching faintly with her growing fluster.
“You look so damn sexy right now” He murmured after a long pause, his voice dipping into something lewder, heavier. “That blouse straining against your chest, tight enough that I can see how soft you are under it. And that skirt…” His eyes slid lower, lingering over her figure. “That skirt makes your ass stick out so perfectly I can hardly keep my hands to myself.”
Her moan vibrated softly around his thumb, muffled but clear, her lips hollowing as she sucked in rhythm, every sound dripping with want.
“Tell me” He asked suddenly, his tone crude and cutting through her haze “Are you wet?”
Her eyes flicked up, wide and shimmering, before lowering again. She nodded once, weakly, the heat in her face spreading down her neck.
A slow smile tugged at his lips. “If you don’t stop sucking so lewdly” He warned, “I’m going to tear your stockings tonight… and probably your panties too.”
She swallowed audibly around him, her throat working as she drew in another breath. When she looked up again her gaze was lidded, golden irises burning with lust and challenge alike. She bobbed her head just faintly, dragging his thumb deeper into her mouth, her eyes telling him she wouldn’t be the one to break first.
He chuckled under his breath, his free hand rising before settling atop her abdomen. Without any hesitation it slipped lower, his palm brushing down her waist until his fingers searched under the line of her skirt and stockings. His eyes widened faintly when he found nothing where he expected, fingertips grazing bare skin.
His voice came out rougher, half groan, half laugh. “You’re kidding me… you’re not even wearing them?”
Azuma moaned around his thumb, her lips pulling back just enough to murmur, her voice husky and sweet. “Another day…I will let you tear as many pairs of panties as you want”
The promise laced in her tone struck deep, the image burning into his mind as she leaned forward again, lips reclaiming his thumb with a wet pop, sucking harder now as if daring him to take her up on it.
The commander finally drew his thumb back, her lips clinging to it until the very last moment. Azuma let out a quiet, needy moan when it slipped free, her mouth parting in a soft pout that showed just how much she missed the digit. Her lips glistened faintly under the lamplight, parted just enough to make it clear she wouldn’t have minded having him there longer, though he already had something else in mind.
His hand trailed down from her cheek to her neck, cupping it firmly from the side. He didn’t squeeze, only held her just enough that she could feel the weight of his control there, the silent reminder of his presence guiding her.
At the same time his other hand slipped lower under the hem of her skirt. He pushed the fabric up slowly, his fingers brushing her bare thigh before gliding higher until they pressed against her heat. The warmth of her skin radiated against his palm, slickness already pooling as his fingers traced the folds of her entrance. With a steady push he slipped two fingers inside, the wetness enveloping him immediately, Azuma’s body trembling against his touch.
Inside she was velvet heat, tight and gripping around his fingers from the first movement, the walls of her sex clenching eagerly as though she had been waiting for this all night. Her wetness coated him at once, the slick sounds filling the small space between them as he curled his fingers, pressing deeper, searching out every weak point.
Her reaction was instant. A shiver ran through her body, her breath catching in her throat before spilling out as a moan that trembled with delight. Her ears twitched against her hair, her cheeks flushed deep as she melted into his hold.
He leaned down, closing the remaining distance, his lips pressing firmly against hers. The kiss swallowed her sound, pulling her into something deeper, hungrier.
Azuma whimpered against his mouth, moving into the kiss with equal need, pressing her body closer, desperate for more of his heat. Her tongue met his, bold at first but quickly overwhelmed, his dominance pressing her back and making her yield with every sweep. She fought only to lose, her lips parting wider for him, her soft moans spilling into his mouth as his fingers worked inside her.
Each curl of his hand made her shiver harder, her body tightening wonderfully around his fingers, her hips twitching as if to pull him deeper. The kiss grew wetter, needier, Azuma clinging to him as though she would fall apart without the anchor of his hands and his lips.
She was lost in it, lost in him, loving every second as he held her throat, kissed her breathless, and fingered her until her body sang with pleasure.
His fingers did not relent once they had found their rhythm, each movement a deliberate caress of her walls, slow at first as he mapped her, then curling deeper until he pressed right into the spot that made her breath hitch and her knees weaken. The slick sounds of his hand working her filled the room, muffled only by the wet heat of their kiss. Azuma moaned against his lips, her body arching instinctively into him, as if her body were begging him for more even when her voice could not.
He pulled back from her mouth just enough to let her breathe, his lips brushing over her cheek, then sliding until they hovered beside her ear. His breath was hot, heavy, fanning over the sensitive flesh. “Listen to yourself” He whispered, the words low and dripping with intent, “Already so wet, so needy, clinging around my fingers like you’ve been waiting all night for this.”
Azuma shuddered at his tone, her golden eyes fluttering shut, lips parted as though to answer but only a moan spilled out. Her ears twitched wildly against her hair, betraying just how sensitive his words left her.
He pressed his fingers deeper, his palm grinding against her as he curled them again, her body squeezing down tight around him. “Your counselor outfit doesn’t help either” He continued, his mouth now brushing against the shell of her ear. “You walk around in this blouse so tight I can see every curve of your breasts, every rise and fall when you breathe. And that skirt…” His teeth grazed her fur lightly as he whispered the last words “It makes your ass beg for my hands.”
Her composure shattered further with each word. She moaned helplessly, her body squirming against him as if trying to escape the intensity, yet every twitch pressed her closer to his hand, to his fingers still buried inside her. Her hands fumbled at his shoulders, nails dragging faintly through the fabric as she tried to steady herself.
He lowered his lips to her neck, kissing slowly at first before sucking lightly at the skin, leaving faint marks against her pale flesh. Azuma’s head tilted to the side without thought, offering him more of her throat, her breaths turning ragged, cut short with every curl of his fingers inside her.
“Such a good girl” He muttered between kisses, his tongue sliding against her skin. “Moaning so sweetly, taking everything I give you… tell me, do you even want me to stop?”
Her answer was a muffled cry as his thumb pressed against her clit, the sudden shock of pleasure making her legs tremble violently. She shook her head in denial, her voice caught in her throat, reduced to soft, breathless whimpers as he worked her harder.
Her body buckled under the pace, his fingers driving into her slick heat, his palm grinding at the bud of her pleasure, his mouth teasing every sensitive inch of her neck. The combination unraveled her, stole away the practiced composure she always carried, leaving her shivering and clinging to him.
Azuma’s thighs pressed together, trembling around his hand as her walls clenched tightly, pulsing around his fingers. Her voice rose in broken, muffled cries, her forehead pressing desperately to his shoulder as she came, the orgasm tearing through her in waves. Every sound she made was swallowed against him, her body quaking as he held her steady, refusing to let her fall apart without his support.
She moaned his name softly into his chest, her words nearly lost under the trembling of her breath, her body shuddering with aftershocks as she gripped at him with all the strength she had left.
Much to her delight, and to her surprise, he did not stop. His fingers continued their relentless assault inside her, twisting and curling in steady rhythm, drawing out every shiver and twitch of her tightening walls. His other hand slid down to her waist, holding her firmly, keeping her steady as her body threatened to give out under the pressure.
Her legs strained to keep her balance, heels digging into the wooden floor as her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Her ass pushed back into his hand with every thrust of his fingers, her body betraying her need even as she whimpered and shook her head. Her chest pressed flush against his body, her face buried against his shirt, the swell of her breasts squashed against him as she clung tighter, her breath soaking the fabric with heat.
Her golden eyes, half-lidded and hazy, seemed to glow in the lamplight, her pupils swelling into heart-shapes that pulsed with lust and adoration both. The sight of it made his cock ache in his trousers, but still he did not relent, savoring every second of her unraveling.
“This is… too much” Azuma moaned, her voice high and shaking, each word broken by a gasp. “C-Commander… I c-can’t… I can’t take it~”
His mouth dropped close to her ear again, his voice low, commanding, dripping with lust. “It doesn’t matter. You don’t need to hold back. You can squirt all over my hand. I don’t mind seeing you lewd and broken. I want to see you lose yourself for me.”
Her body convulsed at his words, her ears flattening against her hair, her blush burning so deeply she thought her skin might melt. The shamelessness of it, the way he said it with such certainty, tore away the last of her restraint.
Her walls clamped down on his fingers like a vice, her juices spilling hotly around him as her body arched back. A strangled cry tore from her lips, her nails digging into his shoulders as she shook violently, her thighs pressing together before springing apart again. A flood of wetness burst free, spraying against his hand, dripping down her thighs, soaking her stockings in a lewd display of her pleasure.
He held her waist tightly, guiding her through it, his fingers still moving inside her even as she squirted around him, prolonging the orgasm until she thought she might collapse. Her cries rose higher, ragged and broken, her voice nothing but needy moans and gasps of his name as her legs threatened to give out beneath her.
When the wave finally ebbed, her chest heaved against him, every breath desperate and shuddering. Her eyes remained hazy, glowing hearts shimmering in the gold, her lips trembling as she whispered, “So… so embarrassing…” Even as her body clung to him tighter, begging silently for more.
Finally, he pulled his fingers back, her body twitching from the sudden emptiness as her slick dripped warmly down her thighs, catching the light against her stockings. She whined at the loss, breathless and weak, her golden eyes half-lidded, shimmering with hearts that throbbed with lust. Her legs threatened to give out, her chest pressed against him as she panted into his shirt, the fabric damp with her heat.
Azuma’s hands clutched at him desperately, her voice a husky whisper, barely more than breath. “Commander… please… let me suck you. I need it. I need to taste you.”
The words cracked his restraint like glass. He chuckled softly, low in his throat, the sound vibrating against her as he tilted her chin up with his wet fingers. “How could I ever say no to that? No man alive could ever deny you when you beg like this.”
Her heart thudded wildly in her chest, her blush spreading deeper as she looked at him through lidded eyes, her lips trembling with need. With slow, graceful movement she lowered herself, knees bending until she sank to the floor. She never looked away from him, even as her body descended, the click of her heels against the wood sharp in the quiet room.
Now kneeling before him, she looked every bit the vision of devotion and lust entwined, still dressed in her snug blazer, skirt taut against her thighs, stockings damp with her own arousal. Her dog ears twitched visibly, betraying her excitement as she reached for his belt with delicate fingers.
When at last he freed himself, her breath caught. Her lips parted, her eyes widened just slightly before narrowing into something sultrier, warmer. She leaned forward and inhaled deeply, the scent of him filling her lungs until she shivered. A soft purr rumbled from her chest, unbidden, her entire body trembling with delight as she pressed her face close, nuzzling along his length.
She dragged her nose from the base up to the tip, breathing him in, drowning in his scent without care, her breath hot against his skin. The first thing her tongue found was not his cock but his balls, warm and heavy in her palm as she rolled them gently and gave them long, wet licks, humming her pleasure all the while.
Azuma’s lips parted wider as she drew one of his balls into her mouth, cheeks hollowing softly while her tongue rolled in slow circles around the sensitive flesh. She moaned as she suckled, the lewd sound vibrating warmly against him, her breath damp and heavy as she lavished attention on every inch. When she pulled back, it was only to coat him with long, wet licks, dragging her tongue from the underside of his sack to the seam, then pressing sloppy kisses across the other before wrapping her lips around it just the same.
She took her time, alternating between them, her saliva glistening on her chin, her golden eyes hazy and fixed on his face above. Every sound that left her throat, every hum and purr, seemed to seep straight into his cock, making it twitch against her cheek whenever she pressed her face close. She cupped them gently in her hands, kneading them like delicate fruit, and each squeeze drew another muffled moan from her lips as though she were the one being pleasured.
He couldn’t stop himself. His hand lowered to her head, his fingers slipping between the strands of her indigo hair until they found the soft base of her ears. The moment he began stroking, scratching lightly at the sensitive points, she whimpered in delight. Her body trembled, her thighs pressed tight together, and the vibrations of her needy moans traveled straight into him.
“Good girl” He said, his tone rough but low, filled with affection even through his lust. “That’s it. Worship me. You look so damn perfect down there.”
Azuma’s ears twitched wildly beneath his touch, every stroke of his fingers pulling another whine out of her throat. She pressed her mouth harder around him, her cheeks hollowing deeper as she suckled noisily, lewd slurps filling the room. Her tongue lashed at the delicate skin, leaving no inch untouched as she switched from one ball to the other, taking them into her mouth until her jaw ached with the effort.
Her eyes closed briefly as she moaned around him, savoring the weight against her tongue, the salty taste of his skin mixed with her saliva dripping down her chin. She tilted her head, sucking greedily until she had both in her mouth at once, stretching her lips wide to take him deeper, her throat humming a long, indulgent purr.
He groaned above her, his grip tightening on her ears, stroking them firmly, rewarding her devotion. “That’s it, Azuma. Such a sweet little slut, so eager to please me. You love this, don’t you? Getting your mouth filthy on my balls.”
Her golden eyes opened again, glassy with lust as she looked up at him. She nodded faintly, her lips still stuffed full, her muffled moan a shameless admission. She pulled back with a wet pop, a string of saliva hanging from her mouth to his sack as she gasped for breath, only to lean right back in and drag her tongue in long, wet strokes over him again, as if she couldn’t stand to be parted from him for even a second.
Her hands held him steady while her mouth worked tirelessly, her lips swollen and red, her chin slick with spit. Each noisy suck made her moan louder, her body trembling with need, her skirt riding higher on her thighs as she rubbed them together for friction she wasn’t getting anywhere else. She pressed her face deeper between his legs, burying herself against him as though trying to drown in his taste and scent, her voice vibrating against him in a symphony of lewd noises that left no doubt how much she adored the act.
Above her, he looked down with eyes heavy and dark, watching his elegant wife reduced to a moaning, drooling mess on her knees, and his cock twitched in response, thick and hard, demanding the attention of her mouth next.
Azuma lingered on his balls until her jaw ached, until her chin was glossy with spit and her cheeks burned red from the effort, but even then she hesitated to stop, humming low and wet around him as though she wanted to worship them forever. Only when his cock twitched heavily against her cheek did she pull back, panting softly, a string of saliva snapping between her lips and the damp skin she had been suckling so greedily.
Her golden eyes, hazy with lust, rose to meet his. Her irises shimmered like molten gold with those pupils pulsing shamelessly, her breath coming out hot and ragged. She licked her lips slowly, deliberately, dragging her tongue across her chin to clean away some of the mess, though the act only made her look more obscene. Then, without a word, she tilted her head and pressed a kiss to the swollen head of his cock.
He groaned low, his hand stroking along her ears, petting them with steady affection. “Good girl” He muttered, his voice rough “Go on. Show me how badly you want it.”
Her blush deepened, but she obeyed instantly. Her tongue slid across the tip in broad, wet strokes, lapping at the slit until it shone with her spit. She circled the head again and again, coating it, moaning softly every time the salty taste hit her tongue. Then, with her lips stretching wide, she pushed down, swallowing inch after inch of his length.
The wet sound of her mouth sealing tight around him filled the room, lewd and shameless. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock, savoring every ridge and vein. The deeper he went, the louder her moans grew, vibrating around him until his breath hitched above her.
She pulled back just enough to take a gasping breath, spit trailing from her lips to his cock in long strands, before sinking down again, faster this time, her throat working as she swallowed him deeper. Her hands pressed against his thighs, holding herself steady as she bobbed her head, the messy rhythm only adding to the obscene beauty of it. Every time she bottomed out, her nose brushing his base, she moaned around him, as if the act itself was her pleasure.
Her ears twitched violently under his hand as he stroked them, and every praise he whispered, “My good girl, my perfect wife, you love this, don’t you” drew another shudder through her body. Her skirt hitched higher with each motion, her thighs rubbing desperately together as her own arousal dripped down her legs, soaking her stockings further.
She began to move faster, her head bobbing eagerly, the slick sound of spit and suction filling the office. Drool spilled freely down her chin, splattering against her chest, soaking into the collar of her blouse. She didn’t care. If anything, she leaned harder into the mess, letting it coat him, letting it mark her as his.
Pulling back until just the head remained between her lips, she gave it a few hard sucks, her tongue flicking rapidly across the tip before plunging down again, swallowing as much of him as she could take. Her throat convulsed around him, gagging lightly, but instead of pulling away she moaned through it, her nails digging faintly into his thighs as her whole body shook with desire.
When she finally surfaced for air, panting, her lips were swollen, glossy, parted around her heavy breaths. She stroked him with one hand, pumping his spit-slick length while her tongue traced lewd circles around the head, coating it in another layer of drool before pushing it back into her mouth.
Her golden eyes looked up at him again, hazy and begging, her expression saying what her mouth could not while it was stuffed full, let me drink you, let me prove I’m yours.
And with each wet slurp, each sloppy suck and eager moan, she made it clearer that nothing else in the world mattered to her more than swallowing every drop he had to give.
Her rhythm grew greedy, almost frantic, as though every second with his cock in her throat was feeding a hunger that could never be sated. Azuma bobbed her head faster, her lips stretched wide around his thick length, cheeks hollowing with each desperate suck.
Spit gushed from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and throat, soaking into the collar of her snug blouse. The sloppy sounds of her devotion echoed in the office, every lewd slurp and glk marking how thoroughly she was giving herself to the act.
Her golden eyes, hazy and bright, never left his face. They shone with lust, with love, with unspoken pleas, her ears twitching violently under his stroking hand.
Her throat convulsed as she swallowed him deeper, nose pressing into his base, her body shuddering with the effort. Gagging noises spilled between the obscene slurps, but she didn’t pull back. She loved it, reveled in it, the messy sounds only stoking the fire in her belly. Her nails dug into his thighs as she held herself there, throat stretched around him, her moans bubbling up from deep inside.
The tight heat of her mouth, the obscene worship of her tongue, the way she drooled and whimpered like it was her sole purpose, he couldn’t hold back much longer. His grip on her ears tightened, guiding her pace, his voice breaking as he warned her, “Azuma… I’m going to cum. . .fuck!”
She answered by moaning louder around him, eyes fluttering closed, her pace quickening even more. Her cheeks hollowed with each fierce suck, her tongue swirling frantically along his shaft as though begging him to release.
The moment broke with a strangled groan from his throat. His cock throbbed in her mouth, swelling before releasing in hot, thick pulses. Cum shot deep into her throat, flooding her mouth in heavy spurts.
Azuma moaned around it, swallowing greedily, her throat working as she gulped down every drop. She didn’t pull back, not once. Her eyes rolled faintly as the taste filled her, her body shivering as though the act alone made her climax again. She sucked harder, milking him for every spurt, her tongue pressing against him, making sure not a single drop went to waste.
Even when the last of it spilled onto her tongue, she refused to let go, swallowing noisily before pulling back slowly, her lips dragging along his slick length until only the tip remained in her mouth. With a final pop she let it slip free, licking her lips and chin, showing him with a sinful smile that her mouth was empty, that she had not missed a drop.
Her golden eyes shone up at him, glazed and lustful, her voice low and husky as she purred, “All gone… just like a good girl should.”
His cock still throbbed, wet with her spit, heavy and hard even after unloading down her throat. Azuma sat back on her heels, licking her lips with a pleased purr, her golden eyes glowing with satisfaction and hunger alike. But the sight of her, still flushed, still trembling, still dripping down her thighs through her ruined stockings, set his lust ablaze all over again.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her up in one swift motion, making her gasp as she stumbled against the desk. Papers scattered across the surface as he bent her over it, pressing her chest flat to the wood, her cheek turned sideways as her ears twitched helplessly.
“Commander…” She breathed, her voice husky and sweet, “y-you’re still… hard?”
He chuckled low, his hands already sliding up the back of her skirt, exposing her bare ass to the cool air. “Of course I am. After everything you just did? You think I can stop now?”
She shivered at his words, her body arching back toward him without hesitation. Her skirt was pushed up high, bunching around her waist, leaving her stockings stained and her ass bare. The slickness of her arousal glistened in the dim light, proof of just how much she had wanted this all along.
He tore at her stockings, ripping them messily down her thighs, exposing more of that soft skin. The sound made her moan, her blush spreading deeper, her body tightening in anticipation.
Without warning, he pushed into her, his cock sinking deep in one smooth stroke, sliding effortlessly through her wetness. Azuma cried out, her voice high and needy, her hands clawing at the desk as her back arched beautifully beneath him.
The tight heat of her walls clenched around him at once, gripping him as though her body never wanted to let him go. He groaned above her, his hands tightening on her waist as he pulled back only to slam into her again, harder this time.
Her moans filled the office, sweet and broken, each thrust forcing another cry from her lips. His pace grew rougher, his hips slamming against her ass with loud, wet smacks that echoed through the room. Every time his cock bottomed out, her whole body shook, her golden eyes hazing over even more with lust.
His hand rose and came down on her ass, the sharp crack making her yelp before the sound dissolved into a moan. He spanked her again, harder, watching the flesh jiggle and redden beneath his palm, his grin widening at the way she clenched tighter around him with every strike.
“Such a lewd counselor” He growled, his voice rough against her ear as he leaned forward. “Still in your work clothes, letting me bend you over like this. You love it, don’t you?”
Her answer was a whimpering moan, her voice trembling as she confessed, “Y-yes… I love it… please, more, more!”
And he gave her exactly that, pounding her harder, spanking her ass between thrusts, her body melting under the relentless rhythm as her moans grew louder, sweeter, until the only thing left in the room was the sound of skin against skin and her shameless cries of pleasure.
His thrusts were merciless, each one driving her hips into the desk with a loud crack of skin against skin, his cock plunging into her soaked heat again and again until her thighs quivered uncontrollably. Azuma’s nails scraped along the polished surface, her cheek pressed to the wood as her mouth hung open, pouring out sweet, broken moans.
He leaned down over her, his breath hot against her ear as he spoke, his voice dripping with rough amusement. “Tell me, Counselor… what would your precious students think if they saw you like this? Their strict, perfect teacher bent over her own desk, moaning like a slut for her Commander?”
Her ears twitched wildly, the words shooting fire through her veins. She whined high in her throat, her body arching back against him, grinding her ass into his hips even as he slammed harder into her. “N-no… they… they couldn’t… see me like this…” She whimpered, her words barely holding together between moans.
He chuckled darkly, his hand rising to slap her reddened ass again, making her squeal and clench tighter around him. “But they could hear you. Every cry, every whimper, every filthy little moan you make for me. Do you think they’d still look at their counselor with respect after hearing her scream for cock like this?”
Azuma’s golden eyes fluttered shut, tears pricking the corners as her blush consumed her whole face. Her voice broke into a sobbing moan, the shame and the thrill mixing together in a heady rush. “I… I’d be ruined… ruined for them all… ahhhnn~ but… I… I love it!”
The admission tore out of her, raw and shameless, and she clenched even harder around him, her body trembling violently as she leaned into the roleplay, into the filth he whispered into her ears. Her hips writhed beneath his grip, trying desperately to milk him, to pull him deeper, harder, faster.
He groaned low, his cock throbbing inside her as her tightness nearly overwhelmed him. His hand slid from her waist up to her throat, holding her steady, pulling her back against him so her body arched beautifully as he pounded into her. “That’s right, Counselor. Say it again. Tell me you love being fucked like a whore while your students wait outside.”
Her eyes rolled back, her moans breaking into a scream as her body convulsed around him, the lewd words pushing her right to the edge. “I… I love it! Commander, I love it! I love being ruined by you!”
Her voice cracked into a sob of pleasure as her climax ripped through her, her juices spraying over his cock, dripping down her thighs in messy spurts as she came hard around him. The sudden clenching of her walls dragged him to the brink as well, his thrusts growing rougher, deeper, his breath ragged as he chased his release.
The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, louder and faster, until both hovered right on the edge, their voices mixing in a symphony of moans and growls, each desperate for the release that was seconds away.
His thrusts grew ragged, his breath harsh against the shell of her ear as her body convulsed around him, her walls milking him with relentless force. With one final push, he buried himself to the hilt and groaned low, his cock pulsing as he released deep inside her. Hot spurts of cum flooded her womb, filling her until she cried out, her own climax crashing into her at the same time.
Azuma’s scream broke into a sobbing moan, her nails clawing the desk as her legs trembled violently, her juices gushing around him, mixing with his seed as she came undone. Their voices tangled together, his groans and her cries overlapping in a chorus of bliss as they rode out the high, their bodies shuddering against each other.
When he finally pulled out, his cock wet and gleaming, his cum spilled freely from her soaked slit, running down her thighs and staining her ruined stockings even more. She panted, flushed and trembling, before turning her head to glance at him over her shoulder, a hazy smile playing across her lips.
“That… was a dangerous play” She breathed, her voice soft and husky.
He smirked, still catching his breath, his hand stroking down her back possessively. “You liked it. Don’t pretend you didn’t.”
Her golden eyes glowed warmly as she bit her lip, then reached back with her hands to spread her lower lips wide for him, shamelessly showing the mess he had made of her. His seed dripped from her in thick strands, the sight enough to make his cock twitch back to life. “I really did” She admitted, her tone dripping with sultry sweetness. “And I’d like another… please.”
His gaze locked onto her as she slowly straightened, turning to face him. With delicate fingers she undid the buttons of her blouse one by one, each pop revealing more of her flushed skin. When it slipped open, she reached behind herself, unclasping her bra and letting it fall away, her breasts spilling free.
He groaned at the sight, his cock standing fully erect once again. “God, I love your breasts” He muttered, hunger thick in his tone.
Azuma giggled, her blush deepening, her hands pushing her tits up as if to tease him further. “I know” She said with playful warmth “You always have.”
Then she spread her arms wide, an invitation, her golden eyes shimmering with both affection and desire. “Come here, my handsome man. Take me again.”
He shook his head with a breathless laugh, unable to resist the sight of her laid bare, glowing with sweat and lust, still dressed in her counselor’s skirt and stockings. Stepping forward, he grabbed her by the waist and pushed her back against the desk once more, this time face-to-face. Their lips met in a fevered kiss as his cock slid back inside her slick, welcoming heat, both of them groaning into each other’s mouths as the second round began.
His cock sank deep inside her once more, but this time his pace was different, slower, more deliberate, each thrust rolling through her body with indulgent precision. Azuma moaned into his mouth, her arms winding around his shoulders, pulling him closer as her chest pressed against his.
His hands slid between their bodies, cupping her bare breasts greedily, fingers sinking into the soft flesh before squeezing firmly. Her nipples hardened instantly under his touch, brushing against his palms as he kneaded her tits, pulling gasps and whimpers from her lips with every squeeze.
“You know” He murmured against her mouth, his tone playful even through the huskiness of lust, “I don’t think this is very professional for a counselor. What would your students say if they saw you being groped like this while moaning under their Commander?”
Her cheeks flared crimson, her ears twitching violently, though her golden eyes only half-opened in hazy defiance. “D-dummy… stop teasing me like that…that was a one time thing!” She whined, her voice trembling as he pinched one nipple between his fingers, rolling it until she gasped louder.
He grinned, leaning closer, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “Oh? Is the strict, elegant counselor actually into being teased? Into being mocked for her kinks?” His hips pressed harder against hers, cock grinding against the deepest part of her with each slow thrust. “I bet you’d love for me to write it down on your record. Azuma, counselor of the fleet, gets off on being treated like a naughty student herself.”
Her whole body shivered at his words, her thighs clamping around his hips, her nails dragging down his back as she moaned through clenched teeth. “N-noo… don’t say things like that… it’s embarrassing!”
He chuckled, lowering his head to suck one of her tits into his mouth, his tongue flicking her nipple while his other hand continued to knead the opposite breast. The wet sounds of his mouth on her chest mixed with the steady, lewd slap of their hips meeting, her slick heat welcoming him deeper with every motion.
“Embarrassing, huh?” He teased, releasing her nipple with a wet pop before pinching it again, tugging it until she cried out. “But your body loves it. Look at you, Counselor… moaning, arching your back, shoving your tits into my hands like they’re mine to play with.”
Her response was a helpless cry, her head tilting back as her breasts bounced in his grip, her body grinding into him even as she pouted through the haze. “You’re… mean… always making fun of me…”
He grinned wickedly, his thrusts still slow, grinding, savoring the tight grip of her walls around him as his hands worshiped her chest. “Maybe I’m just helping you… testing your limits, like a good student should. Consider it… career counseling.”
Her golden eyes snapped open at that, her blush blazing as she hit his shoulder with one weak fist, her pout both furious and adorable. “That’s not… how it works… you dummy!”
But even as she scolded him, her moans betrayed her, each one sweeter and louder as he rolled her nipples and pressed deeper inside her, her walls clenching with love and lust alike, every word he teased out of her fueling the fire in her core.
Her weak little punch only made him laugh, the sound spilling warmly against her flushed cheek. Azuma tried to hold her pout, ears twitching madly as she squirmed beneath him, but the corners of her lips betrayed her, curling upward until she too broke into soft giggles.
Their laughter tangled with their moans, the rhythm of their bodies never slowing as he rocked into her, slow and indulgent, grinding against the deepest parts of her with each measured thrust. His hands remained on her chest, kneading and squeezing her breasts as if they belonged solely to him, his thumbs brushing across her stiff nipples until she gasped between her giggles.
“You’re… horrible” She breathed, her laughter breaking into a moan as he pinched her nipple just right. “Teasing me while fucking me like this… ahh, you’re too much.”
He smirked, leaning down to steal her lips in a kiss, muffling her laughter into his mouth. “And yet… you love it” He murmured against her, his tongue sliding in to taste her sighs.
Her arms wrapped tighter around him, her laughter softening into whimpers as the kiss deepened, messy and wet. She kissed him back with abandon, golden eyes hazy and glowing, her heart-shaped pupils shimmering with lust and affection alike. Their lips broke only for breath, both of them panting, their foreheads pressed together as they grinned stupidly at each other before falling right back into another kiss.
The pace quickened without either of them noticing, their hips colliding harder now, the lewd sound of wet skin echoing with every thrust. Azuma’s moans grew louder, her body clenching tighter, her nails raking faint lines into his back as her legs locked around his waist.
“C-Commander… I’m… I’m going to!”
“I know” He groaned, his cock throbbing inside her as his own climax built. “Cum with me, Azuma. Cum all over me.”
Her body seized as the words tore through her, her moan breaking high and desperate as her walls clamped down on him, milking his cock as she came hard. Her juices spilled over, soaking his thighs, her breasts bouncing in his grip as she arched against him, screaming his name into the kiss they still shared.
He followed her instantly, his thrusts slamming deep as his cock erupted, filling her once again with hot ropes of seed. The sensation of her body spasming around him dragged every drop out of him, their climaxes crashing together until the both of them were trembling, clutching one another as though afraid to let go.
Their kiss broke into gasping laughter, their foreheads pressed together, both panting, both smiling like fools. Azuma giggled breathlessly, tears prickling the corners of her eyes as she whispered, “You… really are a meanie.”
He laughed with her, kissing the tip of her nose, his hands still holding her breasts as though he could never part from them. “Maybe” He admitted, his voice low and warm “But you wouldn’t want me any other way.”
And she could only laugh again, pulling him into another kiss, their bodies still joined, still trembling, lost in each other’s embrace.
A Few Sessions Later
The office was a mess now, papers scattered across the desk, the faint smell of sex heavy in the air. A few rounds later, Azuma had shed every last piece of her attire, her blazer and skirt tossed aside, her stockings torn beyond repair. Her pale skin glistened faintly with sweat, streaked here and there with his seed, her hair tousled and her ears drooping lazily against her damp locks.
The Commander sat back on the leather couch, his shirt unbuttoned and hanging loose, chest rising and falling with the slow, satisfied rhythm of a man thoroughly spent. His cock, however, stood proudly hard still, flushed and slick from so much use. Azuma nestled between his legs, her golden eyes hazy but glowing with joy, her lips curled into the softest, most content smile.
She pressed her breasts together around him, the soft, heavy mounds enveloping his length in warm, velvety flesh. Precum and cum alike smeared across her cleavage as she moved, her hands pressing her tits tighter while her body rocked back and forth, stroking him with her chest in long, indulgent motions. Drool spilled from her lips as she leaned down, licking at his tip each time it peeked from between her breasts, moaning as though she were tasting the sweetest treat.
He groaned low, his hand slipping into her hair, scratching lazily at the base of her ears. “God, Azuma… even after all that, you’re still going. You really are insatiable.”
She giggled softly, her tongue flicking his slit before dragging a wet stripe down his shaft, her breasts squeezing tighter. “Mmm… you’re one to talk, Commander. Still so hard after filling me so many times. You’re the insatiable one.”
He laughed under his breath, his head tipping back against the couch as his hips rolled up into the soft prison of her tits. “Maybe… but you make it impossible to stop. Look at you, covered in my cum, smiling like it’s your greatest treasure.”
Her blush deepened, but her grin only widened, her golden eyes glowing as she tilted her head up at him, her tongue circling his tip before she swallowed him into her mouth for a few seconds, moaning around the fat head of his cock before pulling off with a wet pop. “Of course it is. I’m your wife, remember? It makes me happy to please you like this… to take every drop you give me.”
His chest tightened at her words, his hand stroking more tenderly through her messy hair, down her cheek. “Azuma…”
She purred at the sound of her name, squeezing her breasts tighter around him, stroking him with renewed vigor. “So let me have it, Commander… give me your last one. I want to drink it, I want to feel it all over me. Please?”
Her sweet voice, her flushed smile, her tits wrapped around his cock as she licked and sucked greedily, he was undone. His hips jerked upward, his groan echoing through the room as he erupted, thick ropes of cum spilling over her tits, her throat, her face.
Azuma gasped happily, her tongue darting out to catch what she could, her eyes fluttering as the hot mess painted her skin. She pressed her tits tighter, milking him for every drop until he sagged against the couch, spent.
When the last spurt dripped down her chin to her chest, she giggled softly, licking her lips. “There… now you’re truly empty. My handsome Commander, finally satisfied.”
He looked down at her through heavy eyes, smiling weakly but warmly, utterly pleased. “And you look perfect… filthy, covered in me, smiling like an angel.”
Azuma blushed, but leaned forward to rest her head against his thigh, her voice soft and tender even through the lewd mess she wore. “Because I am happy. I love you, Commander. Always.”
He stroked her hair gently, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, his heart swelling even in the quiet aftermath. “I love you too, Azuma. More than anything.”
And so they remained there for a while, tangled in warmth and afterglow, both completely at peace.
Chapter 38: Kashino Does Her Very Best
Summary:
This oneshot is filled with lactation and lots and lots of nipple play (It's a Kashino oneshot what did you expect) Please understand that this is the case before you read incase either of those kinks make you uncomfortable.
Notes:
This one took me a bit but I love it. Littorio is next, a smaller yet very lovey dovey chapter (my expertise) once again, if you have any new ideas for the 40k hits special, drop them bellow! (I am sorry for asking time and time again I just want to make sure I have all ideas in mind)
Chapter Text
The key turned with a small, tired click and the door eased inward on a cushion of warm air that smelled faintly of simmered broth, toasted rice, and the soft sweetness of freshly baked bread. He stood on the threshold for a heartbeat, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the kind glow spilling from the living room, a golden light that softened the edges of everything and made the little entryway seem gentler than he remembered.
Outside, the last of the evening chill clung to his coat and collar. Inside, the air wrapped around him like a blanket held open by waiting hands.
Balloons drifted lazily from threads taped to the doorway into the living room, a small arch cobbled together in careful colors, pale cream and soft pink and a glossy milk white that caught the lamplight with every small movement.
Beneath them, at a slightly crooked angle against the wall, a paper sign read welcome back in hand painted letters, the strokes a touch uneven where she had gone over them twice to make sure they showed. The brush had bled through here and there, little halos of color around the words like a blush that would not fade.
She stood just beyond the arch, half framed by the kitchen pass through and half by the plush couch behind her, as if she could not decide where to greet him from and had solved it by standing between both.
Kashino had dressed in the simplest home clothes, the kind he had touched a hundred times and somehow missed with a hunger that surprised him. A soft knit sweater in a winter cream, loose in the body and a little wide at the neckline so that the curve of her collarbones peeked through when she breathed. The sleeves ran long and cozy over her hands, swallowing her wrists so only her fingertips showed when she lifted them. On her hips, cotton shorts in a gentle gray clung in a snug, homey way, not tight, just close enough to promise warmth. Her legs were covered to mid thigh by fuzzy socks that matched the sweater, the fabric plush enough to leave faint tracks when she shifted her weight.
Her hair fell long and straight down her back, glossy as dark lacquer, the ends brushing the hem of her sweater with each slow breath. The little cow ears atop her head twitched at the sound of the door and then flattened for an instant, as if she were bracing for disappointment, before lifting again with a hopeful prickle.
They tracked him without her meaning to, a tiny living echo of the relief in her eyes. Her tail, full and soft and impossibly expressive, peeked from the back of her shorts and swayed in shy half arcs that kept losing the rhythm and starting over, quick when she tried to still it, languid when she forgot herself and simply felt.
She had made herself beautiful without trying. Nothing extra, only the easy, clean glow of skin that has been cared for, a sheen at the bow of her lips where she had probably dabbed on a little balm to fight the dry air. A faint rosiness lived high on her cheeks, the kind that blossoms when someone has been waiting by a warm stove and rushing to hang balloons that keep tangling together. Her eyes, that soft violet he knew best when they were hazy with sleep or laughter, looked bright enough to make the room seem brighter. Happiness had taken root there and grown into something luminous.
He set his travel bag down without looking, easing it to the mat so it barely made a sound. The house did not feel empty anymore. There was a low hum from the kettle in the kitchen, a delicate clink where she had lined up two cups on a tray and set spoons across their mouths to keep the steam in.
A pan simmered silently on the smallest burner, lid fogged, its scent edging through the doorway in little waves that made his stomach turn warm. On the coffee table, she had arranged a plain plate of cut fruit and a small stack of napkins, the corners folded with the absent minded care of someone who cannot sit still when they are excited.
He looked at her and saw everything she had done with her afternoon because she believed he would step through this door tonight. Tape tucked discreetly behind a curtain edge. A short step stool lingering just out of sight where she must have stood on tiptoes to tie the balloon threads to a hook. The used brush soaking in a glass by the sink, the water milky pink and sweet smelling. She had filled the house with small proofs of love and then placed herself at the center of them, not because she wanted to be seen, but because she wanted him to see that he was home.
Kashino's hands came together in front of her as if they belonged there, fingers lacing and parting, lacing again, the sweater sleeve sliding past her knuckles when she fidgeted. The movement made one ear flick and then the other, a quick nervous ripple that ended in a tiny tremor of her tail.
When she finally lifted her chin to meet his gaze, the joy in her expression was so open it was almost childlike, the kind of happiness that does not bargain or hedge. It simply exists and shines.
"W-welcome home, Commander" She said softly, the words catching a little on her first breath, then smoothing with the second. Her voice was warm in the quiet, not loud, not cautious, just full of relief, the way tea feels in your hands when you did not know they were cold.
She took one small step toward him and stopped, toes pressing into the carpet, as if the act of moving had reminded her that her legs were attached to a body and that body could betray how badly she wanted to run straight into his arms. Her tail betrayed her anyway, giving a small, happy thump against the back of her thigh before it resumed its bashful sway.
He drank her in with a slowness that felt reverent. The gentle weight of her sweater where it draped and creased, the way the knit tugged at the curve of her shoulder when she shifted, the ghost of warmth trapped at her collar that lifted in a faint little sigh when she spoke. The light sat on her hair like water on polished stone, a line of brightness running along a few strands where they had caught in the static of her sweater and floated near her cheek.
One ear tipped just to the side, listening to the way his breath changed now that he was inside, and then tipped back when she seemed to decide his breathing sounded like relief, and not like strain.
Behind her, the kitchen clock ticked in a sleepy rhythm that made the house feel more alive. The radiator clicked and settled. Somewhere near the window a windchime gave a tiny, accidental murmur, not a song, just a soft note that matched the trembling of her smile.
She took another breath and the sweater neck slipped a fraction lower on one shoulder, baring a little more of her skin to the warm room, and she tugged it back up without thinking, the motion bringing both sleeves higher so her hands showed, pink from the heat, fingers flexing like she had been holding onto too much anticipation and needed to let a little of it out.
"I made dinner" She said, and the words came out brighter than she meant them to, as if they had been waiting at the back of her throat and tumbled over one another in their hurry. "And there is fresh milk in the fridge, and the bath is clean, and the bed is, um, I put new sheets on, and I wanted to finish the sign before you got here, and I did, and I kept thinking maybe you would come earlier, so I kept checking the door, and then I worried I would miss you if I went to stir the pot, so I brought the spoon in here to stir it between balloons, but I did not spill on the couch, and, um..."
The last syllable gathered on her tongue and she laughed at herself, small and breathy, the sound folding into the warmth of the room as if the house wanted to keep it. Her ears folded in, shy from her own rambling, then opened again with a bright little perk when she looked back at him. The tail gave another quick thrum, pleased with her own honesty.
"I am very happy you are home" She finished, simple and true, and in that quiet his chest loosened in a way it had not loosened in weeks. He did not need to look at the balloons to believe he was wanted. He only needed to look at her.
He stepped out of his shoes on the mat, careful and unhurried, and set them neatly beside the bench where she had laid a small folded towel for his hands, a habit she had formed after one too many cold nights. When he straightened, he found her still there under the arch, waiting in her soft sweater and fuzzy socks, eyes shining, ears listening to the rhythm of his breath, tail swaying like a metronome set to the beat of her happiness.
He crossed the small distance between them, close enough to feel the low heat that clung to her from the kitchen and the faint, comforting scent of milk that seemed to linger on her skin no matter how many baths she took.
Her smile lifted higher when he stopped before her, the corners of her eyes growing glossy again. She tipped forward the smallest amount, the movement so slight it might have been the pull of his presence, and he saw, with a kind of quiet awe, that she was not merely happy. She was radiant, full in a way that spoke of relief and pride and the simple miracle of a home refilled.
"Welcome home" She whispered again, as if the words themselves were a touch she could offer.
He closed the last inch between them and gathered her up without a word, arms sliding around her waist and back, pulling her in so completely that her soft sweater pressed warm against his chest.
She gasped, a tiny sound that broke into a laugh, and then she melted into him with all the weight of two weeks folded into a single embrace. Her hands slipped beneath his coat to find his back, fingers curling in the fabric there like she needed proof that he was solid, that he was really here.
He felt her ear brush his cheek when she tucked her face under his jaw, the delicate velvet of it twitching once at the contact before settling, and her tail thumped his hip in a happy, careless beat that she could not hide even if she wanted to.
"My Commander" She murmured into his neck, the words warm and a little damp, and he breathed her in as if he had been underwater and had finally broken the surface. There was the faint sweetness of milk on her skin, the clean softness of soap, a hint of flour from the kitchen dusting her sleeve. He held her tighter, his palms spreading wide over her back, and he felt the small, steady rhythm of her breaths start to match his, a quiet syncing that soothed in a way nothing else could.
"I missed you" He murmured, the words simple and low, and he felt her smile against his throat. "So much. Every night."
Her tail made another happy sweep and then stilled, shyness returning, but her arms did not loosen. "I missed you too" she whispered, and her voice trembled in a way that put heat behind his eyes. "I tried to be brave. I cooked a lot, and I cleaned the cupboards, and I learned a new way to fold the towels, but the last few days felt very long without you."
He shifted just enough to look at her, hands still firm on her back. She lifted her face, cheeks pink, eyes shining, ears tipping forward as if they wanted to catch every breath he took. He brushed his thumb across her cheekbone, slow and tender, and she leaned into the touch without thinking, lashes lowering for a moment like she wanted to memorize the shape of his hand on her skin.
"You did all of this" He said softly, glancing past her to the balloons and the crooked sign and the tray waiting on the table, then back to her. "You are amazing."
Color bloomed deeper in her cheeks and a small, helpless smile curved her mouth. "I just wanted you to feel happy the second you walked in" She said, and then she laughed quietly, embarrassed by her own honesty. "And I wanted to be the first thing you saw."
"You are" He answered, and the truth of it was so easy it felt like breathing. "You always are."
She made a soft sound at that, something between a sigh and a tiny giggle, and rose on her toes to kiss him. It was a gentle kiss, warm and careful, the kind of kiss that said I am relieved and I am grateful and please stay, her ear flicking when their noses brushed, her tail giving one more happy tap against his leg. When they parted, she stayed close, foreheads almost touching, her hands smoothing down his sides like she was easing the last of the road out of him.
"Are you hungry?" She asked, voice small and hopeful. "Or should I run the bath first?"
He smiled and pressed another kiss to the corner of her mouth, lingering there. "Food can wait a little" He said, loving the way her eyes softened at his tone. "I want a bath, but only if you come with me."
Her breath caught, the pink on her cheeks turning rosy, ears tipping in shy delight. The tail gave up any attempt at composure and swayed in pleased little arcs. "O-okay" She whispered, happiness spilling through the quiet. "I would love that."
As It Came, A Few Hours Later
Steam curled lazily around the room, gathering in the corners of the ceiling before trailing down again in slow ribbons. The surface of the bath rippled in small circles from their movements, catching the soft light of the lantern set on the counter and breaking it into gold fragments across Kashino's skin.
The faint scent of soap lingered in the air, but beneath it there was still the memory of dinner, warm and savory, clinging gently to him as though his body had not yet forgotten how eagerly his stomach had demanded every bite she placed before him. She had looked so overjoyed, watching him finish it all, her smile widening with every empty plate until she had practically glowed.
As it had turned out, food had come before their bath.
Now, that same glow rested in her cheeks, softened by the heat of the water and the closeness of his arms. She sat across his lap, her back pressed against his chest, her long hair damp and clinging to her sweater-pale shoulders.
The knit had been traded for skin, smooth and flushed beneath his palms as they rested lightly around her middle, the steady rise and fall of her breaths guiding his own. Her tail floated behind her in the water, swaying with each ripple, brushing against his thigh now and then in unconscious affection.
For a long while, they simply soaked together, the quiet sound of water against tile their only company. Her cow ears twitched every so often, flicking drops away, and he could feel the little shifts in her body whenever the warmth made her sigh. It was peaceful, indulgent, exactly what he had wanted when he told her he wanted her to join him.
"How did you fare while I was gone?" He asked at last, his voice low and softened by the bath's haze. He tilted his head slightly, cheek brushing against her damp hair as he spoke.
Kashino hesitated, her ears dipping before lifting again. "I was fine... for the most part" She said quietly, her hands folding over his forearm where it circled her waist. "I kept busy. Cooking, cleaning, helping with little things on base... I thought of you every night." She breathed out, the sound fluttering with something deeper. "But the last few days... I missed you so much more. It was hard to sleep without you."
Her tail gave a small flick as if to underline the words, the tip brushing his leg beneath the water. She shifted gently against him, her shoulders drawing tight as though she was holding something back.
He pressed a kiss to her temple, warm and lingering. "I missed you too" He murmured, squeezing her waist just enough to steady her.
She leaned back a little more fully into him at that, a quiet blush warming her cheeks even further, her ears folding forward as though to hide her expression.
Her shoulders rose with a faint tension he could feel even through the heat, a quiet stiffness that didn't belong in a moment like this. He slid one hand from her waist to her shoulder and began kneading gently, his thumb working small circles into the knot he found there. Kashino's breath hitched, her ears twitching back, and slowly she eased into the touch, her back melting more firmly against his chest.
"...I really missed you" She whispered at last, her voice barely carrying above the gentle lap of the water. Her tail stirred restlessly, curling and uncurling before swaying again in a slow rhythm. "So much that I... I couldn't stop thinking about you. I tried to... to ease it on my own and... it worked, a little, but..." Her blush deepened, and she ducked her head, hair sticking damply to her flushed cheeks. "My breasts... they started to feel heavy again. They've gotten used to you taking care of them, so..."
The words trailed off into the steam, her confession almost lost to the sound of water moving as she shifted shyly in his lap. He drew in a slow breath, his hand still warm on her shoulder as the truth of her admission settled between them.
"I wondered" He said quietly, his lips brushing near the curve of her ear as he spoke. "When you undressed, they looked a little fuller than before I left."
Her ears tipped forward sharply, flustered, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she turned her face slightly into his chest, her voice a muffled murmur. "I... I didn't want to bring it up right away. You only just came home... I thought it could wait."
He gave a small hum in response, the sound low against her damp skin, and his hands slid down from her shoulders to rest over the swell of her chest. His palms cupped her breasts carefully, feeling the weight and warmth of them even beneath the surface of the water. Kashino gasped softly, her body tensing again before relaxing, a quiet surrender in the way she leaned into his touch.
"Would you like me to help you now?" He asked, his thumbs brushing slowly along the curves of her breasts, coaxing rather than demanding.
Kashino's nod was small, almost timid, her damp hair slipping forward to curtain part of her face as she mumbled something too faint for him to catch. He leaned down instinctively, brushing her ear with his lips as he pressed a kiss to the soft velvet tip.
She gave a startled eep, her whole body jumping in his lap before she hugged his arms quickly with her own, pouting at him for barely a heartbeat before the expression melted into a shy, reluctant smile as she saw his own wider one.
Her ears flicked once, then folded back, her voice hushed but warm as she whispered, "Y-you know how sensitive they are..."
"I know" He answered, his tone amused but low with affection, and he tilted his head just enough to kiss along the curve of her neck. The sound she made at that, a breathy, delicate moan, sent a pleasant shiver through him.
His hands slid over the swell of her chest, fingers spreading across the warmth of her skin until his thumbs brushed lightly over her areolae. The reaction was immediate, her whole body tensed, ears twitching madly, tail flicking hard against the water. He stilled, kissed her damp hair softly, and whispered against her crown, "The first few seconds are always the sharpest... let me ease you through it."
Her head tipped back a little, lips parting as her blush deepened. "I trust you" She breathed, simple and absolute, her voice trembling with both shyness and longing.
He took it as his cue, pressing his thumbs gently against her nipples and giving the first slow squeeze. Kashino gasped, her moan slipping out despite her effort to swallow it back, her body arching lightly into his palms. A pale ribbon of milk spurted forth, vanishing quickly into the bathwater below, followed by another, and another, each stream pulling another soft sound from her lips.
Her tail was in constant motion now, stirring and curling beneath the surface, bumping against his legs without rhythm. Her ears rolled and flicked restlessly atop her head until finally they came to rest in a folded line, as if surrendering completely to the sensations coursing through her. She sagged against his chest, breathing harder, her body easing little by little as the initial spike of sensitivity dulled into a deep, steady thrum of pleasure.
Half her chest sank beneath the waterline, her nipples hovering just at its edge, so that every squeeze sent more white into the warm bath, rippling out into faint swirls before it disappeared. He shifted with her, keeping his rhythm steady, coaxing more from her with practiced care.
It was then that she noticed the pressure against her thighs, the heavy warmth of his cock nestled between them. Her breath hitched, a flush spreading lower as she realized how the tip brushed her folds each time she slid just a little deeper onto his lap. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, squeezing him closer against her body. A soft, needy whimper left her lips as she rocked faintly, giving him friction, giving herself more of that delicious press at the same time.
Her ears quivered, her tail swept with pleasure, and she couldn't help it, her voice came again, half moan, half whisper, "Commander..."
He breathed in slow, hot against the shell of her ear, his chest rising against her back as his hands continued their steady rhythm. For a moment he simply watched the small arcs of white melt into the bathwater, listened to the sound of her breathing break into little catches, felt her thighs squeeze faintly around him each time her body rocked. Then, softly, low in her ear, he asked, "Can I go a bit harder now?"
Kashino froze for a heartbeat, ears flicking sharply, her blush flaring. Her tail thrashed once in the water before curling tight against her thigh. "I..." She started, her voice no more than a tremble, "...I don't know if I can—" Her thighs pressed together unconsciously, betraying her. He waited, steady as always, thumbs still circling her stiff nipples, his grip light, patient.
He knew her well. Kashino's body always spoke before her mind was ready, and her heart always held back until her lips gave it permission. So he did not change a thing until her breath finally broke into a pleading whisper. "P-please... yes. Harder..."
Only then did he tighten his hold, cupping her full breasts properly, his fingers sinking into their warmth with reverent firmness. He pinched her nipples gently at first, rolling them between his fingers, before squeezing with more purpose. Milk welled under his touch, spurting out in thicker streams that broke the water's surface with faint splashes. Kashino cried out softly, her voice shivering as the release pulled pleasure taut through her body.
His hands moved in rhythm, kneading her heavy breasts from the base up, pressing the weight toward his fingers until another warm rush escaped her. He alternated, one hand coaxing her nipple with steady rolls, the other pressing and releasing to keep the flow coming. Each touch sent her nerves alight, her back arching into him, ears flicking uncontrollably.
"Ah... ahhh..." Kashino's moans rose higher, each sound unguarded, spilling from her lips as naturally as the milk spilled into the bath. Her thighs moved with the rhythm, sliding against his shaft, her folds brushing him with every squeeze of her legs. She rocked her hips just faintly, unable to stop herself, using the firmness of his cock caught between her thighs to feed her growing need. The motion only pressed her more tightly against him, smearing her wet heat along his length with every little shift.
He leaned down and kissed her neck again, suckling lightly at her flushed skin while his thumbs pressed down against her swollen areolae. The fresh squeeze sent another sharp spurt across his palm, the warm liquid dripping into the bath below, and Kashino's cry broke into a gasp, her tail lashing against the water. Her body shuddered in his lap, caught between the flooding pleasure of her breasts and the mounting ache at her core.
Her thighs quivered as she rubbed him more eagerly, slicking his cock against her folds with every roll of her hips, her voice breaking into a needy moan. "C-Commander... it feels... too much... but I can't stop..."
He held her steady, milking her with long, practiced motions, his fingers tugging and squeezing until milk gushed freely down over his knuckles, her body quivering with each pulse. Every fresh spurt seemed to drag another moan from her lips, until she was trembling helplessly, her ears folded flat, her tail thrashing against the water in total abandon.
His grip shifted, the firm, practiced squeezes easing into something more indulgent. He let the milk come when it wished, his attention now fixed on the stiff peaks that throbbed beneath his fingers. His thumbs brushed across them in slow circles, teasing the swollen flesh until Kashino's whole body trembled. Then he pinched, rolled, tugged, his touch alternating between sharp pulls and languid strokes, each one making her whimper louder than the last.
The flow of milk lessened, no longer steady streams but sudden spurts that followed the rhythm of his fingers, each one punctuated by her gasp. He twisted lightly, tugging her nipples away from her chest just far enough to make her arch and cry out, before releasing them to bounce back into his palms, sending another wave of sparks down her spine.
Kashino's thighs clenched tighter around him, her hips rocking helplessly, the heat of her slick folds gliding along his shaft with every movement. She couldn't control it anymore, her body chasing friction as desperately as her breasts begged for more attention. Her ears twitched furiously, then folded flat against her head, her tail slapping against the water in frantic sweeps before curling in toward her body.
Her moans rose high and unsteady, words lost in the haze of sensation. Her nails dug into his forearms where she clung to him, as if the only thing keeping her afloat in the bath was his steady presence behind her. His fingers kept their relentless rhythm, squeezing and twisting her nipples, drawing pleasure sharper and sharper until it was unbearable.
"Ah—ahhh, I—I can't—!" Kashino's voice broke, her body tensing all at once. Her back arched hard against his chest, her thighs locking tight as her hips jerked forward, grinding his cock between her folds with desperate pressure. A final gush of milk spurted into the bath as her nipples throbbed in his hands, and then she came undone, crying out with a raw, breathless moan that filled the steamy room.
She quivered violently in his lap, every tremor pushing her slick heat against him, milking her own climax from the friction. Her ears quaked, her tail lashed weakly, then curled in defeat as her body gave itself over to the release. She sagged back against him, panting hard, the last dribbles of milk slipping down over his fingers to dissolve into the bathwater below.
He kissed her temple as her breathing began to slow, holding her against him, his hands still resting tenderly over her breasts as she shuddered with the aftershocks.
Small, broken words of thanks slipped past Kashino's lips, fragile and trembling as her body slowly came down from its peak. He only smiled against her damp skin, keeping her nestled close. He would never tell her outright, not when her face would surely turn crimson. . .
That he too wanted this.
To see her undone in his arms, to feel her body shiver and melt beneath his hands, to coax from her not just the milk her body so readily gave him, but the sweet sounds of surrender that he craved just as deeply.
He thought silence would settle then, the steam and their breathing filling the space between them. But Kashino, still trembling faintly, shifted in his lap. Her arms tightened around his forearms, hugging them close against her chest, as if she didn't want him to ever let go. She tilted her head back, ears twitching lazily as she caught his eyes with her own, soft, shining, filled with warmth even through the haze of her blush.
A tiny smile tugged at her lips, shy but certain. She mouthed the words carefully, just for him to see.
I have a surprise.
The Commander blinked, genuinely caught off guard, but a flicker of anticipation stirred in his chest all the same. A surprise, from Kashino, already his heart was eager, his mind wandering to what the shy cowgirl could possibly have prepared. He leaned closer, brushing his lips against the crown of her damp hair, and let the corners of his mouth curve upward.
At The Bedroom
The bedroom was warm, dim light spilling from the bedside lamp and brushing the sheets in amber glow. He lay back on the mattress, skin still faintly heated from the bath, the scent of soap lingering over him. Naked and stretched out, his body hummed with need, the ache left unsated when he held himself back in the bath now pressing insistently between his thighs.
He hadn't truly wondered what Kashino's "surprise" might be; it was enough that she had one, that her shy heart had thought of preparing something for him. That alone delighted him. But to be fair, not even a god could have guessed what his eyes saw when she finally stepped into the room.
For a moment, the world seemed to stop.
Kashino lingered at the threshold, her long hair spilling like silk down her back, framing the sinful outfit that clung to her. White fabric, patterned in black patches like the skin of a cow, stretched over her soft curves, cut scandalously low to bare the perfect swell of her breasts. Her nipples pressed against the thin material, fat and needy from the bath's teasing, as though begging for his lips and fingers to claim them.
Stockings of the same pattern hugged her long legs, rising high up her thighs until they disappeared beneath the strip of fabric that passed for bottoms, a golden heart fastening the sides together. Her tail swayed nervously behind her, brushing her thigh, her ears quivering as she clutched the little signpole in both hands like it might steady her.
It was lewd, playful, utterly devastating.
A loud, unrestrained "Oh—" Broke from his lips before he could stop himself. Kashino jolted, eyes wide, mouth already opening to ask if she looked all right, only for her gaze to drop to the bed and see his cock twitch violently, standing to full attention without him needing to say a word.
Her cheeks flamed, ears jerking forward, but then his voice came, warm and unashamed. "If I had known you still owned something like that... I would've begged you to wear it for my birthday. That I only got to see it once at the amusement park event, it's a crime. Was"
Kashino's blush deepened, but her lips curved into a shy smile, her tail giving one sweep that betrayed her delight at his words. She drew in a small breath, straightened her back, and steeled herself with a courage that only came when it was for him.
Setting aside the sign with trembling hands, she walked forward slowly, the click of her heels soft against the floor. She climbed onto the bed beside him, her stockings brushing against his thighs as she settled down.
With a quiet, nervous giggle, she guided his head onto her lap, her soft thighs pillowing him as his eyes lingered hungrily on her breasts spilling against the ridiculous little top.
"Just... relax," She murmured, her voice hushed, her blush never fading. She leaned forward slightly, offering him the heavy swell of her chest, the faintest scent of milk already in the air. One hand slid down, wrapping carefully around his shaft, her thumb stroking his tip in a slow circle as her fingers squeezed with uncertain but eager rhythm.
Her nipple brushed his lips, warm and swollen, and she whispered, "Drink, Commander..." As her other hand began pumping him gently, milking him while he suckled in turn.
He let her tease him for only a few seconds, the thin strip of cloth pressing against his lips, the swollen nipple straining beneath it. Then, with a quiet groan, he reached up, his hand sliding over her breast and tugging the fabric down with one sure motion. The cow-pattern top slipped helplessly aside, baring her nipple in all its heavy, flushed glory.
Without hesitation he latched onto it, his lips sealing tight, his tongue flicking over the stiff tip before he drew a deep pull. A warm, steady current of milk flowed onto his tongue, rich and sweet, and he drank greedily as her hand moved along his cock.
Kashino gasped at the suddenness, her ears flicking back hard, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her hand tightened slightly around his shaft, the wet sound of her pumping hand mixing with the soft suckling at her breast. She stroked him in smooth, deliberate motions, her thumb brushing over his tip with each pass, smearing the clear bead of precum that leaked from him.
Her lips parted, and a small, breathy laugh escaped her, unsteady but genuine. “Y-you really couldn’t wait, could you…?” She whispered, her tail flicking once behind her. The words carried a hint of teasing, the barest edge of assertiveness that surprised even her. Yet she didn’t falter, her hand kept its rhythm, tightening just enough to make his hips lift faintly into her grasp.
He groaned against her nipple, the sound vibrating into her flesh, making another stream of milk escape. She shivered at the sensation, her blush deepening, but leaned into it anyway, guiding more of her breast against his mouth with a soft roll of her shoulder. Her thighs shifted beneath his head, squeezing faintly as if to hold him in place.
Her fingers picked up pace, milking him with steady care, the slickness of his precum spreading across her palm and making each stroke wetter, smoother. She tilted her head, ears twitching, her voice catching between shyness and the thrill of control. “Commander… your cock twitches so much in my hand… you’re close already, aren’t you?”
He groaned again, his hips flexing up into her grip, his lips sealing tighter around her nipple as if to answer her without words. Milk spilled freely into his mouth now, his throat working to swallow each warm mouthful as she jerked him harder, faster, her wrist twisting just enough to drag his breath ragged.
Kashino bit her lip, looking down at him with eyes half-lidded, her tail swaying in a restless arc behind her. A shy smile touched her lips, emboldened by how utterly undone he looked in her lap, drinking from her like she was his only source of life, his cock throbbing desperately in her grasp. For once, she didn’t look away, she let herself watch, let herself revel in the way he came apart for her.
“Then cum for me” She breathed, her grip tightening as she pumped him harder, milking his shaft as surely as he milked her breast. “Drink all you want… and give me all of yours.”
Her strokes grew steadier, practiced in their eagerness, the wet sounds of her hand gliding up and down his shaft filling the quiet room. Every squeeze at his tip made him buck faintly against her lap, every twist of her wrist sent a shiver of pleasure tearing through his body. And while one hand worked him with rising confidence, her other drifted upward, soft fingers sinking into his hair.
She petted him gently, her nails grazing his scalp in slow sweeps, guiding his head deeper against her breast. Her touch was tender, almost maternal, as though she were cradling him even as she jerked him with a firmness that belied her shyness. The duality of it made his chest tighten, her warmth above, her heat below, and it left him with no choice but to surrender.
“Good… that’s it, Commander” She whispered, voice hushed but trembling with affection. “Drink more… let it all out for me.”
Her ears tipped forward, her blush spreading down her neck as she bent slightly, letting strands of her long hair spill over his face while she stroked him faster. She whispered again, a soft, breathy plea. “Cum for me… I want it… I want all of it…”
The words broke him. His hips jerked up sharply into her grasp, his cock swelling thick and hard before releasing in heavy spurts across her pumping hand. He groaned against her nipple, his mouth sealed around her as he drank greedily, her milk spilling into him in warm streams even as his own release spilled hot over her fingers and wrist.
Kashino moaned at the feeling of his climax, her hand never faltering, stroking him through every throb, milking every drop from his length as if determined to coax out all of him. Her tail swayed behind her, ears twitching erratically, her eyes fixed on him with a mix of awe and satisfaction.
Her free hand continued to pet him, stroking his damp hair with tender care, grounding him as his body shook through the aftershocks. She whispered his name once, then again, each time softer, until his hips finally stilled and his cock twitched weakly in her grasp.
Only then did her stroking slow, easing him down, her sticky hand resting lightly on his thigh while the other continued to caress his head. He relaxed against her lap at last, lips slipping from her nipple with a final swallow, his cheek settling against the soft swell of her breast. His breathing came heavy but steady now, the tension draining from his body under her loving hand.
Kashino smiled faintly, her ears lowering in relief, and she bent to place a feather-light kiss on his damp hair. “That’s it… good boy” She whispered without thinking, the words slipping free before she could stop them. Her blush deepened instantly, but she didn’t take them back, her fingers continuing to pet him as he melted beneath her touch.
Kashino let him rest for a few quiet breaths, her hand never leaving his hair, stroking gently until the rhythm of his chest slowed against her. Only then did her eyes trail downward, catching sight of the creamy mess streaked across his abdomen and thighs.
A soft hum slipped from her throat, half thoughtful, half embarrassed amusement and she shifted carefully beneath him.
She slid a pillow close, lifting his head with tender hands and tucking it beneath him so he wouldn’t lose the comfort he’d found in her lap. With a last little pat to his cheek, she rose, the warmth of her thighs leaving him in an instant. The absence made him sigh, his body missing her softness, but then he opened his eyes, only for the sight before him to steal the breath from his lungs.
Kashino lowered herself onto all fours between his legs, her cow-pattern outfit straining against her curves, her tail swaying lazily behind her. She leaned forward with deliberate care, her flushed cheeks framed by strands of long, dark hair that spilled like silk toward his hips. Her eyes lifted, violet and shimmering, meeting his as she let her breath ghost over his softening cock.
Her lips curved into a shy smile, a quiet flicker of confidence beneath the blush. “Commander… may I?” She asked softly, her voice trembling with eagerness even as she waited. Her hand hovered over him, her thumb tracing the air just above his length, teasing the twitch that already stirred at her closeness.
The answer was written in his body before his voice could form, his cock gave a heavy pulse, swelling once more under the heat of her gaze. She giggled lightly, delighted, and took it as the permission she needed.
Bending lower, Kashino pressed her lips to the mess on his abdomen, kissing the warm trail of his release before slowly licking it up. Her tongue traced a languid path across his skin, savoring the taste with soft, muffled hums. She cleaned him patiently, mouth working over every streak that marred his stomach, her blush deepening each time her tongue flicked higher and made his muscles twitch beneath her.
Her hands slid lower, gently wrapping around his thighs to keep him still as she licked him clean. When she reached the thick spill along his length itself, her breath shivered, her ears twitching furiously.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his shaft as she whispered, “Still so much… but I’ll take care of it.”
Her tongue traced the underside slowly, collecting his essence as his cock hardened against her lips. She sealed her mouth around the swollen tip, sucking gently to draw the last of the mess into her throat. His breath caught, a low groan spilling from him as he propped himself up, sitting closer to the edge of the bed to watch her work.
Kashino’s eyes flicked up to meet his again, shimmering with heat and affection as her mouth slid deeper over him. She bobbed her head slowly at first, tongue rolling around his length, each movement drawing him stiffer, thicker against her lips. The mixture of his lingering release and the fresh salt of his arousal coated her tongue, and she swallowed eagerly, her moans vibrating down his shaft.
Her hands moved to his thighs again, steadying herself as she began to pick up a rhythm, her tail swaying in pleased arcs behind her. The sight of her, on all fours, her ears twitching with every groan he gave, her lips stretched around his cock, was enough to steal every thought from his head but one: how utterly his Kashino was giving herself to him now, in the sweetest, lewdest way imaginable.
His hand drifted down, sliding over the curve of her hip before settling on the soft swell of her ass. He gave it a slow, firm squeeze, his fingers sinking into the pliant flesh, and Kashino jolted with a muffled moan around his cock.
Her ears twitched violently, tail giving a sharp flick behind her, but she didn’t pull away. If anything, she leaned into his touch, her lips sealing tighter around his shaft as she sank lower, taking more of him into her throat.
The sound was lewd, wet, messy, every drag of her tongue and swallow of her throat echoing in the quiet room. Spit dribbled down her chin, glistening as it smeared along his length when she pulled back with a soft pop only to push forward again, her hands gripping his thighs tightly to keep herself steady.
Her moans vibrated down his cock with every squeeze of his hand on her ass, and each time he kneaded her more firmly, she redoubled her effort, eager to please him in return.
Her arms slid further around his waist, hugging him close, her breasts pressing against his thighs as she buried her face in his lap. The wet slurps grew louder as she quickened her pace, saliva pooling around the base of his shaft, mixing with the pre-cum she was greedily swallowing down.
She pulled back with a gasp, strands of spit connecting her lips to his tip, her flushed face slick with drool, eyes glazed with devotion. Then she dove back down, cheeks hollowing as she sucked him harder, her throat flexing as she took him deep enough to gag softly, only to moan against him as though the sensation alone spurred her on.
He groaned low, his fingers kneading her ass in slow, steady squeezes, and she shivered beneath his touch, her tail curling tight against her thigh in helpless excitement. The mix of his taste, his weight on her tongue, and his rough palm fondling her made her thighs tremble, made her body buzz with heat.
Finally, with one last wet pull that left his cock shining with spit, Kashino pulled back, panting, a string of drool falling from her lips to her chest. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, violet and shimmering, her blush spreading all the way down her throat.
She gave him a shy smile, breathless, before sliding gracefully off the bed.
He shifted forward, sitting on the edge fully now, his cock standing tall and slick in the air between them. Kashino pressed herself up against him, her heavy breasts squeezing around his shaft as she wrapped them around him with both hands.
The sight of her tits enveloping him, soft and warm, coated with spit as she began to move them in long, slow strokes, was enough to steal every last bit of air from his lungs.
Her tongue peeked out to lap at his tip whenever it emerged from the valley of her breasts, eyes locked on his as she worked, her tail swaying lazily behind her in content delight. It was lewd, indulgent, utterly intoxicating, Kashino’s soft body cradling his cock as if she’d been made for this, her shy moans spilling out with every press of her tits along his length.
His hand came down gently, fingers threading into the damp strands of her dark hair. He stroked her scalp in long, slow motions, the affectionate touch contrasting lewdly with the wet sounds of her mouth and the slick slide of her breasts around his shaft.
Kashino moaned at the petting, the vibration of it running down his cock, her ears twitching each time his nails grazed her softly.
“That’s it, Kashino… so perfect for me” He murmured, his voice low and warm. “Your mouth, your tits, your whole body, you feel incredible.”
Her blush deepened, but she didn’t falter. She pressed her breasts tighter, rolling them with careful rhythm while her lips sealed around his tip each time it peeked through. She sucked with small, eager pulls, tongue flicking against the sensitive ridge before letting him slide back into the soft warmth of her cleavage. Drool slicked her chest, mingling with the milk that still clung faintly to her skin, the mixture glistening as she moved.
“Good girl… you’re making me feel amazing” He praised again, his thumb brushing the base of her ear affectionately. “Just like that. Keep going. You’re wonderful.”
The words made her tail sway in pleased arcs behind her, her ears rolling forward as though desperate to catch every sound. She moaned louder around his cock, hugging her breasts tighter as if to show him how much more she could give. His groans grew rougher, his hips beginning to twitch against her face, the steady rhythm of her body pushing him toward the edge.
“Kashino… I’m close” He warned, voice strained. “Get ready—”
Her answer was to squeeze tighter, to take him deeper into her mouth when his tip pressed between her breasts. She sucked harder, tongue swirling insistently, urging him on. Her eyes lifted, shimmering violet pools that locked with his, wordlessly begging him to let go.
With a sharp groan he did, his cock throbbing violently in her grasp as hot ropes of cum spilled over her tongue. Kashino moaned, the sound muffled but thrilled, her throat working greedily as she swallowed the first thick spurt. More followed, filling her mouth, spilling across her tongue, and she took it all, swallowing every drop with eager gulps, determined not to waste even a taste.
When he sagged back against the bed, his body shuddering in release, Kashino pulled back slowly, her lips slipping free with a wet pop. She swallowed again, cheeks flushed and damp, a small bead of white lingering at the corner of her mouth before she licked it away. Her ears twitched, her tail swayed, and she smiled shyly, almost proud.
He stared down at her, breathless, utterly delighted, a laugh breaking through his heavy panting. “You… swallowed it all?”
Kashino lowered her eyes, her smile soft but steady. “Of course… I wanted to” She admitted in a whisper, her voice trembling with both shyness and satisfaction. Her blush was radiant, her ears tipped forward as if to catch his reaction, her tail giving one last happy flick.
His chest still heaved with the aftershocks of release, but already the heavy twitch of his cock betrayed him. It pulsed thickly between them, rising again far too quickly, slick with spit and the faint sheen of her milk.
Kashino’s eyes widened as she noticed, her blush spreading hot across her cheeks, but her lips curved into a trembling smile. The sight of him, needy again so soon because of her, filled her with a warmth that chased away the last of her shyness. Her tail flicked behind her, betraying her delight even as she pressed her thighs together in nervous anticipation.
He reached down, his palm cupping her cheek with gentle insistence, his thumb brushing the flushed heat of her skin. “Kashino” He murmured, tilting her face upward so her violet eyes met his. “Come back up here… with me. I want you on the bed.”
Her ears twitched at his words, and she swallowed hard, nodding quickly even though her blush only deepened. “O-okay… if that’s what you want” She whispered, her voice hushed but eager, her body already moving to obey.
He helped her up with a steady hand, guiding her until she was beneath him, the mattress dipping under their combined weight. His lips caught hers for a moment, stealing a kiss that left her gasping softly into his mouth, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. When he pulled back, his eyes lingered on hers, drinking in every shade of her shy eagerness.
“Lay back for me” He coaxed, kissing along her jaw as his hands slid down her sides. “Let me take care of you.”
Kashino obeyed, lying against the pillows, her long legs trembling slightly as he parted them. Her tail brushed nervously at the sheets, her ears flicking back and forth, but her gaze never left his, even as her chest rose and fell in quick, excited breaths. When he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, easing her gently into the mating press, her whole body flushed scarlet.
“C-Commander…” She whispered, voice high and breathless, her hands clutching at the sheets beside her. “Like this…? It feels so… embarrassing.”
He leaned closer, his cock brushing teasingly against her slick folds, and her hips jerked at the contact, a moan spilling from her lips before she could stop it. He smiled down at her, warm and steady. “Embarrassing?” He teased, kissing the inside of her thigh before pressing forward again. “No… you look beautiful. You’re perfect like this.”
Her ears twitched hard, folding against her head, but her tail gave a small, happy sweep behind her. She bit her lip, shivering under his gaze, then nodded quickly, her voice soft but certain. “If it’s with you… I want it. Please, put it in… I’m already so wet…”
Her confession came out in a rush, her blush reaching the tips of her ears, but the longing in her tone was impossible to miss. Her legs pressed lightly against his shoulders, not resisting, but inviting him closer, her body trembling with both nerves and anticipation.
He lined himself up slowly, the fat head of his cock nudging at her slick entrance, and couldn’t help but smirk down at her flushed, trembling face. “Do you remember” He murmured, voice deep with amusement “Back when you used to beg me to put on a condom… ‘just to be safe’?”
Kashino’s ears shot upright, her whole face blooming scarlet as she pouted at him. “I… I didn’t know better back then!” She protested, her voice rising into a whine. She shook her head furiously, her damp hair spilling across the pillow as her tail slapped once against the sheets.
He chuckled, savoring how adorable she looked beneath him, pinned by her own legs on his shoulders. But when she lifted her hands toward him, straining to reach even though her body was folded tight, something about it twisted deep in his gut.
The gesture was both shy and utterly inviting, her violet eyes shimmering with need. She couldn’t quite touch him, her arms trembling, her fingers stretching helplessly, but the sight was devastating, sweet and sexy all at once.
Her lips parted, her voice softer now, trembling with both nerves and desire. “Times have changed” She whispered, her blush still bright as her gaze locked on his. “Now… the only place your cum can go… is inside me.” Her ears twitched forward as she added a final, breathy, “O-okay?”
His chest tightened at that, the mixture of shy honesty and complete surrender in her words undoing him completely. “Okay” He whispered back, his tone rough with need, before pressing forward.
Her entrance stretched around him inch by inch, her wet heat pulling him in greedily. Kashino gasped, her hands flying to clutch at the sheets, her ears flattening as the thick weight of him filled her. “Ahh—! Commander…” Her voice broke into a moan, her thighs trembling against his shoulders, her tail curling tightly as she was stuffed full.
He leaned down, folding her further, his chest brushing against her legs as he sank all the way inside. The position was overwhelming, her body spread wide, pinned beneath him, every thrust destined to hit her deepest point. He kissed her flushed cheek, then her lips, swallowing the soft cries that slipped out as he began to move.
The first strokes were slow, deliberate, his hips rolling to grind against her with each press, the wet squelch of her pussy clinging to him loud in the quiet room. Kashino whimpered into his mouth, her arms finally finding their mark as she clung to his shoulders, holding him close as though afraid he might vanish.
Her voice trembled, breaking into needy cries each time his cock pushed into her. “It feels… so deep… ahhh” Her tail whipped behind her, her ears twitching uncontrollably, her breasts bouncing against her chest with each press of his hips.
He groaned into her neck, his thrusts growing firmer, deeper, each one making her back arch and her moans rise higher. Her legs pressed tighter against him, locking him in, her whole body shivering with every plunge.
“You take me so well” He murmured raggedly, kissing the damp skin of her throat. “Every time, Kashino… your body pulls me in like it was made for me.”
She gasped at his words, her nails sinking lightly into his back. “It… it was… only for you… inside me, always you…” Her voice broke again as another thrust stole her breath, leaving only the sound of her moans and the wet, relentless slap of their bodies colliding.
He drew his hips back, then drove them forward with more force, the slap of skin against skin echoing through the room. Her walls clamped down around him, so wet and hot that every thrust felt like heaven, pulling him deeper into her trembling body. The bed creaked beneath them, rocking in rhythm with the steady pace he set.
He lifted his head just enough to meet her glassy, half-lidded eyes, her face flushed to the ears, her mouth spilling broken moans. “You know” He rasped, pushing her legs just a bit tighter against her shoulders, folding her even more beneath him “You’re a lot more flexible than I thought.”
Kashino blinked up at him, her ears twitching furiously as her tail thrashed against the sheets. “F-flex…? I—I don’t… ahhhhnn—!” Her words fell apart into a cry as his hips rolled harder, grinding against her deepest point. Whatever he had meant, she couldn’t hold onto it, her mind slipping away under the relentless pleasure.
Her pussy squeezed tight, spasming around his cock as her body buckled. A sudden wave shuddered through her, sharp and irresistible, making her back arch off the bed. “Ahhh—! I-I’m—!” The rest of her words dissolved into breathless moans as a mini orgasm rushed over her, rippling through her body.
Her walls fluttered desperately around him, milking his cock as if her body refused to let him go. The wet sound of her release only grew louder, each thrust sending more slick dripping down to soak the sheets beneath her.
He groaned at the way she clenched around him, his thrusts quickening, pounding her tighter into the mattress. “Kashino… gods, you feel incredible when you tighten like that.”
She whimpered, her ears folding flat against her damp hair, her legs trembling on his shoulders. “It’s… too much… but it feels so good… Commander—!” Her tail coiled tightly, her body jerking each time his hips slammed down, as though every thrust was wringing another small peak from her.
Her arms clutched desperately at his back, pulling him closer as her moans filled the room, needy and broken. The position left her completely open to him, every movement pushing deeper than she thought possible, every stroke sending another shock of pleasure crashing through her already overwhelmed body.
His rhythm faltered, hips jerking as the molten pressure in his gut coiled tighter, hotter, threatening to snap. Kashino’s body clung desperately to him, her pussy squeezing and fluttering around his cock as if urging him to release. He groaned against her neck, his thrusts growing rougher, faster, the wet slap of their bodies meeting filling the room with raw, desperate heat.
Sensing it, Kashino shifted, her legs sliding down from his shoulders to hook firmly around his waist. With a sudden tug, she pulled him flush against her, chest to chest, their slick skin pressing together. Her arms wrapped around him, holding him as tightly as she could, her tail curling around his thigh in a helpless bid to keep him close.
“Commander… stay with me” She begged between gasps, her voice trembling, her lips searching blindly for his.
He met her mouth hungrily, crushing their lips together in a messy, needy kiss. Her moans spilled into his mouth, mixing with his groans, their tongues tangling as their hips continued to crash together. Every thrust pushed him deeper, grinding into her womb, their bodies shaking under the strain.
The tension in him snapped with a guttural groan, his cock throbbing violently inside her as his release tore through him. He slammed his hips forward, bottoming out with one last desperate thrust, burying himself completely in her soaking heat.
Kashino’s back arched, her voice breaking into a loud, beautiful cry as the flood of warmth filled her. Her walls clenched down around him, milking his cock through every heavy pulse of his climax. She held him tighter still, kissing him again and again through their shared release, her lips sloppy and trembling but never pulling away.
Their tongues tangled, their breaths mingling, her ears twitching wildly as wave after wave crashed through her body. She shook beneath him, overwhelmed, her moans swallowed by his mouth as she came undone with him.
He groaned into the kiss, thrusting shallowly to grind his seed deeper, spilling everything he had into her clenching pussy. Their bodies trembled as one, pressed together, nothing between them as pleasure surged through every nerve.
At last, the storm ebbed, but neither moved, lips still locked, arms still clinging. Their bodies were one, hot, wet, trembling in the aftermath, bound by the intimacy of release and the desperate kisses that sealed it.
Their lips parted slowly, the kiss breaking with a soft, lingering smack. He stayed inside her, buried to the hilt, his breath heavy and ragged against her cheek. Kashino’s chest rose and fell beneath him, her flushed skin damp with sweat and steam, her ears twitching weakly as though every sound was too much. Her tail, still coiled around his thigh, gave one last faint flick before going limp in contentment.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, then another along her damp hairline, murmuring softly between them. “You did so well… so beautiful for me.”
Kashino’s arms trembled where they clung around his back, but she hugged him tighter anyway, her breath hitching as she nuzzled her face into his neck. “I… I’m glad” She whispered, her voice shy and muffled, still carrying the aftershocks of their peak. “Being with you like this… it makes me so happy.”
He shifted just enough to ease the weight off her, careful not to pull away entirely, one hand moving to stroke slowly down her side. His palm lingered at her hip, warm and steady, grounding her in the softness of the moment. She shivered at the touch, not from cold but from the tenderness of it, her blush deepening as she met his gaze for a fleeting second before turning her face back into his chest.
“I love holding you” He said quietly, fingers brushing against the base of her tail, coaxing a tiny, contented wiggle from it. “You feel so perfect in my arms.”
Kashino let out a soft hum, somewhere between a sigh and a whimper, and tilted her head enough to press a timid kiss against his collarbone. “I love being here” She admitted, her words trembling but certain. “With you… I don’t want to let go yet.”
“Then don’t” He murmured, drawing the blanket over them with one hand, cocooning her in warmth. He held her close, their bodies still joined, and kissed her hair again.
For a long moment, there was only the quiet rhythm of their breathing, the faint rustle of sheets, and the gentle sway of her tail as she finally relaxed completely in his embrace.
Chapter 39: Littorio's Cuddles
Chapter Text
The storm outside had settled into a relentless curtain of rain, hammering against the windows with a steady rhythm that drowned the world beyond. The glass trembled faintly with each gust of wind, but the room was untouched by the cold and damp pressing against the walls.
Light poured from the lamps in a warm glow, spilling across the wooden floor and climbing the walls, softening every corner. The radiator hummed in the background, filling the air with a constant heat that turned the bedroom into a cocoon.
Safe. Sheltered. A pocket of warmth carved out of the storm.
The bed sat at the center of it all, sheets turned down, pillows gathered at the headboard. It was a place meant for rest, but tonight it was something else entirely. Tonight it was sanctuary.
The Commander lay sprawled against her, his body covering hers in a way that felt less like possession and more like desperation. His face pressed into her chest, nose and lips buried in the faint swell beneath her camisole, his breath heavy, uneven, leaving trails of heat against her skin.
His arms were locked tight around her waist, squeezing as though letting go would mean collapse. He trembled faintly, not from cold but from something deeper, something carved into him after too many days carrying too much weight.
Littorio reclined against the pillows with her back straight and her chin tilted down, the faintest smile curving her lips. One hand stroked lazily through his hair, combing the strands where they stuck to his forehead, the other rested against the broad line of his shoulders. He was heavy, pressing her down into the mattress, but she welcomed every ounce. His warmth, his need, the way he clung, it was intoxicating in its own way.
The rain battered harder against the glass. The radiator exhaled another sigh of heat. The room held them both as if nothing else existed, as if the storm outside had come only to remind them of what it meant to be wrapped in arms and skin and safety.
He shifted faintly, burying himself deeper, lips brushing the slope of her chest through the thin fabric, fingers twitching against her side as if he couldn't get close enough. She heard the quiet, shaky sound he made against her skin and her smile softened.
He hadn't spoken since he'd come to her. He didn't need to. Every breath, every clutch of his hands, every desperate kiss pressed into her body told her enough.
Her fingers never stopped moving through his hair, slow and steady, soothing the tension that seemed to pulse from his body. She tilted her head, eyes half-lidded as she looked down at him, her crimson gaze softened by affection. He looked so small like this, curled against her chest despite the breadth of his shoulders and the strength that usually carried him through the day.
"Commander" She murmured at last, her voice low, rolling smooth like velvet against the hum of the radiator. "You've been restless... tell me, is it the weight of the week?"
He didn't answer. His lips pressed harder against her skin instead, kissing faintly at the curve of her neck where the fabric slipped open, his breath warm and uneven. His arms tightened around her waist, pulling her close enough that she could feel the strain of his chest against hers, the faint tremor of his need in every line of his body.
Littorio's smile lingered, tender and knowing. "You bury yourself against me as though I might slip away. Tesoro... I am yours. You need only ask, and I shall stay here until the world is kind to you again."
The words slid from her like a caress, but he only shook his head faintly, his face pressed harder into her, lips brushing the soft swell above her heart. His silence was telling, more than any confession could be.
He had no words to give her, only need.
She let him have it. Her hand stroked his hair, her nails grazing lightly at his scalp before drifting down to cup the back of his head. Her other hand slid lower across his back, palm flattening against the plain white shirt he wore, feeling the heat and tension coiled in him.
The cardigan she wore slipped slightly down her shoulder with the movement, exposing smooth skin, the thin strap of her camisole digging faintly into the soft curve of her arm. The delicate fabric clung lightly to her chest, thin enough that she could feel the warmth of his face pressed there, every kiss, every shaky exhale. Her shorts rode high on her thighs, her legs bare against the sheets, warm under his weight as he pressed closer.
For a moment, she glanced to the side, to the small wooden box that sat atop the nightstand. The faint light of the lamp caught on the ring inside, the band gleaming like a captured flame. Littorio's smile deepened. She brushed her cheek lightly against his hair, her voice dropping into a whisper meant only for him.
"My husband" She said softly, savoring the word. "How proud I am that you chose me to hold you like this."
Her thumb brushed behind his ear, coaxing his face upward, just enough to catch the faint glimmer of his eyes, heavy and tired, but shining with something more raw than exhaustion. He didn't speak, not yet. His mouth found her neck instead, lips pressing a needy kiss just beneath her jaw, followed by another, warmer, wetter, lingering.
And Littorio, indulgent and radiant, tilted her head back, baring her throat for him with a quiet hum of pleasure.
Her chest rose in a slow, steady breath as his mouth lingered on her throat, each kiss a little hotter than the last, a little less restrained. Littorio let the silence stretch, let his hunger speak for him where words could not. He clutched her like a man afraid of losing his anchor, and she, ever indulgent, had no intention of letting him drift.
If she could not coax his voice, then she would coax his body.
Her fingers slid from his hair to his jaw, tilting his face just enough to catch his lips with her own. The kiss was soft at first, a gentle press that carried warmth instead of urgency. But he seized it like a man starved, lips parting against hers, breath ragged, hand sliding up her side to clutch at her ribs beneath the thin cardigan.
Littorio welcomed the sudden heat, parting her lips for him, answering his kiss with equal depth. Their mouths moved together, messy and wanting, each brush of his tongue against hers rough with the strain he had been carrying all week. His teeth grazed her lower lip, and she smiled into it, her laughter a soft purr swallowed between them.
Her thighs shifted against him, bare skin brushing his hip through the thin cotton of his boxers, the warmth of him pressing firm between her legs. She felt it, his body trembling with need, the unmistakable bulge straining against fabric, pressed against her thigh as he ground unconsciously against her.
"Ah," she breathed against his mouth, pulling back only enough to speak, her crimson eyes glowing with affection and something deeper. "So this is what you needed from me, tesoro... not words. Not comfort. But release."
Her lips brushed his again before he could answer, cutting off any attempt at denial. His hands had already slid lower, clutching the curve of her waist, kneading her through the soft camisole as if he couldn't decide whether to hold her closer or drag her clothing away entirely.
Their kisses grew hungrier, wetter, lips swollen, breaths shallow. Littorio's cardigan slipped fully off one shoulder, exposing more of her pale skin to his wandering mouth. He trailed kisses down her neck, sucking softly, leaving faint red marks blooming against her chest where her camisole clung.
She arched faintly beneath him, hands roaming over his back, her nails dragging lightly through the fabric of his shirt. Each movement drew him closer, pressing their bodies together until there was no space left between them. The sheets twisted beneath their shifting weight, the sound of rain outside drowned by the soft gasps and low hums spilling between their lips.
Littorio tilted her head to kiss him again, slower this time, savoring the taste of him. Her smile curved against his mouth as she whispered in a breathless murmur, "Show me, my love. Show me how badly you need me."
Their mouths met again, lips sliding wetly as the kiss deepened, tongues brushing with slow, deliberate hunger. What began as comfort slipped into something heavier, each stroke of his tongue against hers leaving her shivering beneath him.
He kissed her as though he were drowning, and Littorio parted her lips to let him, answering with equal heat, coaxing him deeper with every tilt of her head.
His hands roamed her body without restraint now. One slid beneath her cardigan, palm finding the curve of her waist, fingers spreading wide as if to savor every inch of her. Her skin was flawless beneath his touch, smooth and warm, with just enough give to make him clutch tighter. The other hand crept upward, cupping the side of her chest through the thin fabric of her camisole, kneading gently at first, then firmer as she arched into his touch.
Littorio moaned softly against his mouth, the sound low and indulgent, her lips trembling around his as her own hand guided him further. She pressed his palm tighter against her breast, urging him on with a purr. "Yes, tesoro... touch me" She whispered, her voice hot and rich in his ear before she kissed the corner of his mouth again.
Her own hands moved with equal hunger. One slid beneath the hem of his shirt, nails dragging lightly over the hard lines of his back, feeling the tension in every muscle. The other traced down his side before slipping lower, brushing against the firm bulge straining beneath his boxers.
The heat of him there made her smile, indulgent and knowing, crimson eyes shimmering as she pulled back just far enough to see his face.
"You burn for me already" She teased, her voice hushed and dripping with satisfaction. "How impatient my husband has become... how delicious."
He answered not with words but with another kiss, harder, wetter, tongue pushing into her mouth as if to silence her teasing. Littorio melted into it, her thighs spreading just enough beneath him to press against his hips, feeling the rigid length of him grind against her through the thin layers between them.
Her camisole shifted with every touch, straps slipping lower, fabric clinging tighter to the curve of her breasts. The cardigan slid fully off, pooling at her sides, leaving her bare shoulders exposed beneath the dim light.
His hands groped eagerly, fingers exploring, memorizing the softness of her skin, the perfect shape of her body. Every squeeze, every brush of his thumb over her chest drew a hum from her throat, her lips curling into a smile even as her kisses grew sloppier, wetter, tangled with his.
Littorio kissed him again, long and deep, before pulling away just enough to speak, her lips brushing his as she whispered, "I want you, amore... now. No hesitation, no games. Take me."
Her lips were grazing his when her hand slid up, fingers brushing tenderly along his jaw until her palm cupped his cheek. The simple touch steadied him, drawing a faint shiver from his chest as if she'd reached deeper than flesh. He froze, eyes half-lidded but clearing as he pulled back just slightly, panting, his forehead resting against hers. For the first time since pressing himself into her, he tried to speak.
"Littorio... are you—" His voice was rough, strained. "Are you really fine with just... starting like this?"
The hesitation was all she needed to hear. Immediately, her smile curved, indulgent and commanding, and she silenced him the way only she could. Her lips found his with sudden, fervent passion, her tongue sweeping against his, smothering the words before they could gather.
He was hers, and she would not let him waver, not now.
Between kisses she moved with purpose, hands sliding down his sides, tugging at his waistband. In one fluid motion she freed him of his boxers, the garment shoved down enough for his length to spring free, flushed and already aching.
At the same time, her own hands worked at her shorts, hips shifting beneath him as she slid them and her underwear down her thighs, letting them fall in a careless bundle at the foot of the bed.
When she drew him back into another kiss, there was no barrier left. The heat of him pressed firmly against her bare entrance, her slickness smearing against his tip with every tiny grind of their bodies. Littorio broke the kiss just enough to watch his face, her own lips shining, her crimson eyes alight with lust and devotion all at once.
"I don't need games, I don't need foreplay" She whispered, her voice hushed but rich with certainty. "I love you, and I lust for you all the same. Especially now, when you need me more than ever." She pressed her forehead to his, her smile softening but never losing its glow. "And who am I, if not a failure of a wife, to deny my husband what he deserves? My body. My heart. My love."
Her smile widened then, radiant, mischievous even in the midst of her vow. She leaned forward to kiss him again, this time brief, tender, before nuzzling her nose against his. The two of them chuckled quietly together, the storm outside forgotten as warmth and laughter curled around them.
Then Littorio shifted beneath him, guiding his hips with hers, her hand sliding down to take him in her fingers. She lined him up carefully, pressing his tip against her slick folds, the promise of more hanging in the air. Her eyes shone as she met his gaze, her smile unwavering.
He sank into her with a groan, her warmth swallowing him inch by inch until his hips pressed flush to hers. Littorio's head tilted back against the pillows, lips parting on a sharp gasp as her body stretched around him, her nails dragging lightly down his back through the fabric of his shirt.
"Ahh... mio tesoro" She breathed, voice trembling yet rich with delight. "So hard for me... so eager. You couldn't wait another moment, could you?"
He answered by pulling her into another kiss, messy and hot, tongues colliding as he began to move. Each thrust was deep but unsteady, more desperate than controlled, his need laid bare in the way his hips ground into hers. Their bodies slapped together with a wet sound, her arousal already clinging to him, each movement filling the room with the raw, intimate noise of skin on skin.
Her camisole clung to her chest, damp now with sweat and the heat of his mouth as he broke from her lips to trail kisses downward. He latched greedily at the swell of her breasts through the thin fabric, sucking hard enough to draw a muffled moan from her throat. Littorio laughed breathlessly, her hand tangling in his hair as he mouthed at her.
"Mmmh, of course" She teased, voice broken by the rhythm of his thrusts. "My husband... always so enchanted by my tits. You can't help yourself, can you?" She arched into him, pushing her chest harder against his face, even as her own moans spilled out between her words. "Go on, tesoro... take them. They're yours."
He squeezed her breasts through the fabric, groping roughly, kneading them in his palms while rutting into her with sloppy thrusts. Her nipples hardened beneath the thin camisole, the friction only making her gasp louder, her legs spreading wider to take him deeper. She met his rhythm eagerly, rolling her hips up to meet each thrust, the wet squelch of her cunt echoing in the heated air.
Her praises spilled out between kisses and gasps, her voice low and sultry even as it shook with pleasure. "That's it... ahh, yes... just like that. My perfect husband. My beautiful man. Give me everything, you're doing so well, so strong for me." She cupped his face with one hand, pulling him up to kiss her again, lips clashing, tongues tangling, their moans muffled between them as their bodies grew slick with sweat.
Her thighs quivered against his sides, her back arching as each thrust hit deep, her camisole sticking to her skin, clinging to every curve he worshipped with his mouth and hands. Littorio's smile trembled but never faded, crimson eyes shining through the haze of lust.
"Si, amore... fuck me. Show me how badly you need me."
His pace grew rougher, each thrust slamming deeper as if he was trying to carve himself into her. The bed creaked faintly under the rhythm, sheets twisted in his fists before he let them go in favor of clutching her hips, dragging her down to meet his pounding strokes.
Their bodies met with a sharp, wet slap each time, the sound mixing with Littorio's moans, higher and louder now, rising above the patter of the rain outside.
His mouth was no longer content with her lips alone. He trailed lower, nipping at the edge of her jaw, his tongue gliding hot across her throat before his teeth closed on the tender skin just beneath her ear.
He sucked hard, drawing a mark until the flesh darkened, her sharp gasp breaking into a trembling moan. He pulled back only to leave another, lower this time, where her pulse hammered beneath his lips.
Littorio's head tipped back against the pillow, neck bared freely, crimson eyes glazed with pleasure. "Ahhh... mio amore... yes, leave them. Leave your marks" She breathed, her voice shaking with need. "Make me yours again and again."
Her words spurred him on, his mouth moving with a fervor that matched his hips. He kissed and bit down her throat, scattering wet hickeys across the pale column of her neck, each one a stamp of possession. His tongue followed the trail of his teeth, licking the sting away, only to seal another mark with a deep suck that left her trembling.
By the time he reached her collarbone, Littorio was arching against him, chest thrust up toward his greedy mouth. He latched onto the curve just above her camisole, biting gently before sucking hard enough to make her gasp his name.
His hand squeezed her breast roughly, pushing the fabric aside just enough to expose the top curve of her chest, and he wasted no time pressing his lips there, kissing, biting, branding her skin with his heat.
Her moans filled the room, broken, indulgent, spilling freely as she bucked her hips up to meet his. Every thrust drove him deeper, every press of his mouth on her flesh made her clench tighter around him. She was weak to it, her body quivering under the onslaught of teeth and tongue and cock, her voice rising until it was almost a cry.
"Yes... si, tesoro, ahhh... more" She pleaded, her tone drenched in ecstasy. Her fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him lower, begging for more of those claiming kisses. "Mark me, love me... show me how much you need me. You make me feel adored, you make me feel alive... ahhh, so good, so perfect."
He obeyed without hesitation, his lips dragging across every inch of bare skin he could find. He left her neck mottled with bruises, her collarbone streaked with wet kisses, the swell of her breasts traced by teeth and tongue. Each new mark drew a fresh moan from her throat, each squeeze of his hands against her chest made her body arch higher, pressing herself into him with desperate devotion.
Her thighs wrapped tighter around his waist, urging him deeper, harder, even as her back arched to offer him more of herself. Sweat slicked their skin, gluing her camisole to her body, but she couldn't care less.
Her voice was broken into whimpers and praises, flowing without end.
"My perfect husband... mio glorioso comandante" She cried between kisses, her words trembling with sincerity even in the haze of lust. "You're everything I ever wanted, everything I will ever need. Big, strong... ahhh, you make me feel so safe, so cherished. Take it, tesoro, take all of me."
His teeth grazed across her nipple through the damp silk, drawing a sharp cry from her, while his hips snapped against hers in a brutal rhythm, every thrust burying him deeper inside her soaked cunt.
Littorio clung to him, nails digging faint crescents into his back, her moans climbing higher as his claiming mouth and relentless cock turned her entire body into a trembling testament to his need.
Her whole body quivered beneath him, every thrust making her thighs tremble and her voice break into moans that carried both delight and desperation. She clung to him as if she were drowning in him, nails dragging down his back through the damp fabric of his shirt, her lips parting in breathless cries that melted into his mouth whenever he captured her again.
His pace grew frenzied, hips driving harder, faster, his cock pistoning into her slick depths with wet, sloppy sounds that filled the room. Each thrust bottomed out, pressing her hips into the mattress, forcing choked gasps from her throat. Littorio bucked up to meet him, her body rolling with his, sweat glistening on her chest and thighs as she begged for more.
Their mouths met again, a messy clash of lips and teeth and tongues, sloppy and desperate. His tongue invaded her mouth, tangling with hers as if he wanted to devour every sound she made. She moaned into the kiss, high and broken, her breath catching as his hips ground harder, grinding his cock against the deepest part of her with each thrust.
"Ahhh... tesoro, I'm— I'm so close..." Littorio gasped between kisses, her words muffled against his mouth. "Give it to me, fill me, let me have it all." Her eyes shimmered through the haze, half-lidded and shining with tears of bliss, her smile trembling as her voice rose. "Cum with me, amore. Make me yours again."
Her walls clamped down around him, fluttering, tightening with each thrust. The heat of her body milked him greedily, pulling him deeper, urging him to give in. His groans grew louder, guttural, his rhythm faltering as the peak crashed down on him.
They broke apart only to slam back into another kiss, mouths devouring each other as they came together. His cock pulsed deep inside her, hot spurts filling her as she cried into his mouth, her body seizing in ecstasy. Her moans vibrated against his tongue, her hips jerking wildly beneath him, legs locking tight around his waist as wave after wave shuddered through her.
The kiss was sloppy, desperate, their lips wet and trembling as they clung to each other, riding the high together. His groans rumbled low in his chest, swallowed by her lips, while her cries spilled between their tangled tongues.
At last, their bodies stilled, trembling against each other, sweat-slick skin pressed flush as their mouths lingered in a softer kiss, broken by heavy breaths. Littorio smiled against his lips, her voice a shaky whisper between panting gasps.
"Mio tesoro... always so perfect." She nuzzled her nose against his, laughter spilling gently from her throat even as her chest rose and fell in shivers. "I could drown in you forever."
He lingered above her, forehead pressed to hers, their breaths mingling in the heavy air. His chest heaved with every exhale, sweat dripping down the line of his jaw, but his eyes, soft, green, stayed locked on her crimson gaze.
A small smile curved his lips, shaky but full of warmth.
"I love you" He whispered, voice rough but certain. His hips shifted faintly, grinding into her still, their bodies slick and joined, his length pulsing within the tight cradle of her. "I need you, Littorio. More than anything."
Her hand stroked along his cheek, thumb brushing over the dampness of his skin, and she hummed softly at the sound of his voice.
He continued, words broken by gasps as he still rocked faintly against her, rubbing deep inside with each slow movement. "This week... it was awful. Everything went wrong, everything weighed me down. And at the end of it, all I wanted... was you. My wife. Your arms. Your warmth."
Littorio's chest tightened, her heart fluttering at the confession. The storm outside was forgotten, the world beyond their room meaningless, only his words mattered, soft and raw and utterly hers.
She let out a quiet sound, halfway between a sigh and a moan, and pulled him down into a tender kiss. Their lips met sweetly at first, then deepened, tongues brushing slowly as if they had all the time in the world.
When they parted, Littorio smiled against his mouth, her own voice low and trembling with both affection and mischief. "Mio tesoro... to be wanted like this, by you... it is the greatest honor I could ever know."
She shifted beneath him, guiding his shoulders gently until he rolled onto his back. Her body followed with fluid grace, straddling his hips as her camisole clung to her curves, damp and translucent against her flushed skin. Her thighs squeezed around him, her wet heat still wrapped snug around his cock as she settled fully atop him.
Her crimson eyes gleamed down at him, lips curling into a radiant, teasing smile. "Then let me give you more. Let me worship you, as only your wife can."
She leaned down to kiss him again, slow and indulgent, before lifting her hips slightly, preparing to ride him in earnest.
Littorio's hands drifted to her camisole, fingers curling into the damp fabric. With a slow, deliberate pull, she lifted it over her head and let it fall carelessly to the side. Her breasts spilled free, pale skin flushed, nipples stiff from both arousal and the cool air against the sweat sheen that coated her.
The Commander's eyes widened just slightly, green irises catching the low light as he stared. His lips parted, breath catching in his throat, though she could feel him twitch inside her at the sight.
Her lips curved into a knowing smile, crimson eyes glinting as she leaned down just enough for her chest to sway enticingly in front of him. "Amore" She teased softly, voice laced with indulgence, "You've seen them a dozen times... perhaps more. And yet you still look at me like it's the first."
He nodded faintly, unable to deny it, gaze fixed and unashamed. Littorio chuckled warmly, allowing him the moment before she glanced to the side.
The mirror against the far wall caught her attention, its surface reflecting the faint lamplight and her own body astride him. She lifted a hand to her neck, gliding her fingers slowly across the trail of darkening hickeys scattered over her pale skin. Down her collarbone, over the swell of her breasts, each mark stood out stark against her complexion, an entire map of his passion laid bare.
"Tesoro mio" She purred, admiration heavy in her tone. "You have certainly left your claim. So many marks... ahh, I adore them." Her smile softened, less theatrical, more tender. "I adore you."
His hands slid up her sides, settling firm on her waist, squeezing as though to anchor her there. The heat of his palms burned against her skin, grounding her as her gaze returned to him.
Littorio placed both hands flat against his chest, nails grazing lightly over the thin fabric of his shirt, her crimson eyes half-lidded but alight with mischief and love. He knew that look, knew exactly what was coming now that her palms pressed against him like that.
She rolled her hips forward, lifting slightly before sinking down again, the motion slow, deliberate, dragging every inch of his length through her wet heat. A shuddering sigh left her lips, her head tipping back, green hair spilling around her shoulders as she began to move in a steady rhythm.
Her voice came low and sultry, rich with affection even as it trembled with pleasure. "Forget those past days, mio amore... forget everything but me. I am here, your wife, your Littorio. Nothing else matters." She ground down harder, moaning softly, her thighs trembling faintly as she leaned over him once more. "From this moment on, your only concern is me. My body. My love. I'll make certain of it."
Her lips hovered just above his, her words spilling between the soft gasps that escaped her as she rode him, slow and indulgent, the storm outside nothing but a shadow to the warmth they created together.
Her rhythm stayed slow, deliberate, every rise and fall of her hips dragging him deep before she squeezed down around him again. Littorio's hands glided upward from his chest to his collar, tugging lightly at the sweat-damp fabric of his shirt. She leaned down, lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "This will not do, tesoro. I want all of you bare beneath me."
She sat up again and pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it aside to join the rest of their discarded clothes. Her crimson eyes wandered over the sight of him, broad chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, sweat glistening on his skin, muscles trembling under her weight.
Her smile deepened, indulgent and tender all at once, before her hands returned to his chest.
Her fingers found his nipples without hesitation, nails grazing teasingly around them before pressing down with the soft pads of her thumbs. She circled, pinched lightly, alternating sharp little scratches with gentle caresses, just as she knew he liked.
The Commander groaned low in his throat, his hips jerking beneath her despite the pace she kept, his hands tightening on her waist as her teasing sent sparks through him. Littorio leaned forward slightly, her breasts swaying with each movement, her voice breaking into sultry laughter. "Mmmh... there it is. My husband, my beautiful man, trembling from my touch. You love this, don't you?"
She leaned down further, lips grazing his cheek as she rolled her hips in another slow grind, her pussy clenching greedily around him. "Ahhh... I can feel it" she whispered hotly. "Your cum, so deep inside me still... thick and warm. My body sings with it, tesoro. You've already given me so much."
Her nails scratched lightly at his chest, her mouth pressing open kisses along his jaw as she kept her steady pace. "I missed this. I missed you. Every moment without your touch was a dull ache in my heart." She pressed harder against his nipples, earning another groan from him, before pulling back just enough to look into his eyes, her smile tender, her gaze fierce.
"But now... ahh, now you are here, inside me, loving me as no one else could." Her moan cut through her words as she sank down fully on him, grinding deep. "My perfect husband. My everything."
Her praises spilled endlessly, warm and indulgent, each word meant to lift him higher, to make him feel larger, stronger, safer, even as she trembled from the pleasure of riding him. Littorio's voice carried both lust and devotion, every syllable wrapping around him like a vow. "Let the storm rage outside. Let the world fall away. Tonight, there is only us. Only this. Only love."
She bent down once more, kissing him deeply, her fingers still teasing his chest, her hips never breaking their slow, steady rhythm as his cock pulsed within her, her cunt gripping him tighter with every tender word she gave him.
Her pace stayed steady, her hips rising and sinking with that same slow rhythm, every movement deliberate, every squeeze of her body around him designed to draw out his pleasure.
Littorio let one hand glide down to his wrist, fingers curling lightly around it before guiding him upward. She pressed his palm against her lower belly, just above where he filled her, the heat of his touch sending a shiver up her spine.
"Here, tesoro" She whispered, crimson eyes glowing as she pressed his fingers lower, down between them. His fingertips brushed her clit, swollen and aching, and she let out a sharp gasp, her thighs trembling around him. "Touch me. Feel how much I crave you."
Her other hand took his free one, bringing it up to her chest, guiding his fingers around the curve of her breast until his thumb found her stiffened nipple. She leaned closer, letting her breasts press against his hand, her lips brushing his ear as she moaned softly. "Yes... here too. Hold me, worship me, love me."
Then she returned to his chest, nails teasing his nipples again with slow, deliberate strokes, balancing her pleasure with his. It became a cycle, a tender rhythm between them: her nails tracing circles over his chest, his fingers rubbing her clit in small, careful motions, his other hand rolling her nipple while she squeezed his with teasing pinches.
Littorio's voice was a constant stream of indulgent moans and praise, rich and trembling. "Ahhh... si, tesoro, right there... you please me so well. Every inch of me burns for you." She rocked her hips down harder, grinding against his fingers as he stroked her clit, her body quivering from the layered sensations. "You feel how wet I am, don't you? How tight? All of this is yours. My body sings for you, mio amore."
Her moans filled the room, spilling freely, her head tipping back as her hips worked in a slow, sinful dance. She looked down at him through half-lidded eyes, her smile radiant even through the haze of lust. "I want you to know it all, every shiver, every cry. All of my pleasure belongs to you. You make me weak, you make me whole... ahhh, yes, like that..."
Her words faltered into whimpers as he circled her clit more firmly, her chest arching into his hand, her walls tightening greedily around him. Littorio bent forward again, kissing him hard, desperate, her moans spilling into his mouth as she rode him slow and deep, her body and her voice both singing with love and ecstasy that she made sure he knew belonged entirely to him.
Her body trembled above him, her thighs flexing with every rise and fall as his hands worked her clit and chest with the same reverence she gave to his. Each stroke of his fingers sent shocks of heat spiraling through her, each grind of her hips brought a sharp groan from his throat.
Littorio's breaths came ragged, moans tumbling freely as sweat traced down her neck and over the swell of her breasts.
"Ahhh... tesoro, yes... just like that... you drive me mad" She gasped, her nails dragging lightly across his nipples again, earning another shiver from him. She leaned forward, their foreheads touching, her crimson eyes locked on his green as she rode him harder, faster, her rhythm building into something desperate.
The wet sound of her body swallowing him filled the room, each thrust of his cock into her soaked heat matched by the slap of her hips against his. Littorio's voice broke into indulgent cries, her thighs quivering as her clit rubbed against his fingers with every movement.
"I'm so close... ahhh, so close for you" She moaned, her words half-lost in a kiss as she claimed his mouth again, tongues tangling, lips swollen. Her pace grew sloppy now, faster, harder, her hips rolling to take him as deep as possible. His hands clutched her tighter, one squeezing her breast, the other pressing harder against her clit, and it was all she needed.
Her body seized, her walls clamping down around him as she cried out into his mouth, her orgasm tearing through her in waves that left her trembling against him. Her thighs squeezed his waist, her nails digging faintly into his chest as she rode out the ecstasy, her voice spilling praises and moans alike. "Amore... mio amore... yes, take it, take all of me."
Her pulsing heat dragged him over the edge with her. His groan rumbled deep in his chest as he thrust up into her, hard and unsteady, spilling inside her once again. Hot spurts filled her, mixing with the slick flood of her release, their bodies locking tight together as they came, still kissing through every desperate thrust and cry.
At last, Littorio collapsed forward, chest pressed to his, lips still brushing his in a softer, trembling kiss. Her hips slowed but did not stop, grinding gently as aftershocks made her shiver. She smiled faintly against his mouth, whispering with a voice still thick with ecstasy, "Mio tesoro... you've made me yours again."
His arms wrapped around her the moment she collapsed against him, holding her close as if he could fuse her to his body. His lips brushed her temple, lingering, before he whispered hoarsely, "You're always mine, Littorio... just as I'm always yours."
Her heart fluttered at his words, the warmth of them sinking deeper than any thrust ever could. She lifted her head just enough to meet his gaze, her crimson eyes shining even through the haze of exhaustion, and her smile curved soft and radiant. "Si, amore... forever yours. And you forever mine."
Their lips met again, slow and lingering, not sloppy with lust this time but tender, reverent. She sighed into his mouth, her fingers stroking lightly across his chest where his heartbeat thundered against her palm. For a time they simply lay together, bodies still joined, the storm outside reduced to background noise, a far-off rhythm that only made the silence between their kisses feel warmer.
Eventually she shifted, curling against his chest, her cheek resting above his heart as she hummed contentedly. "Mmmh... my husband, what do you say we forget cooking tonight? We could order something indulgent. Let another do the work while we continue to enjoy each other."
He chuckled faintly, hand stroking up and down her back. "I think that sounds perfect. Honestly, I don't have the strength left to lift a pan."
Her laugh chimed against his skin, warm and delighted, and she tilted her head up to steal another kiss. "Then it is decided. Tonight, we feast like royalty... in bed, of course."
She lingered a moment longer, savoring the closeness, then finally pushed herself up with a reluctant sigh. Her thighs trembled as she slid off him, the wetness of their joining dripping down her skin. Littorio smoothed her hair back, still smiling down at him. "I'll return shortly, tesoro. I should... freshen up, after all the love you've poured into me."
Her hand trailed lightly across his chest before she slipped from the bed, her bare form catching the lamplight as she padded toward the bathroom. At the doorway she glanced back, her smile widening with that effortless radiance only she carried. "Don't miss me too much while I'm gone." Then she disappeared inside, leaving him in the warmth of their bed with the faint sound of running water soon mingling with the rain outside.
He lay sprawled against the pillows, chest still rising and falling with the aftershocks of their last climax, warmth lingering in every muscle. The sheets clung to him, damp with sweat and the faint trace of her perfume. The sound of the storm outside had dulled, replaced now by the faint splash of water coming from the bathroom.
He smiled faintly to himself. Littorio always moved with a certain flourish, even when unseen. He could picture her perfectly: emerald hair spilling over her shoulders as she slid into the bath, water clinging to the pale slopes of her breasts, her crimson eyes half-lidded with that mix of satisfaction and mischief she carried so well. He imagined her head tilted back, lips curved in that faint smile she always wore when she was already plotting how to tempt him again.
The thought alone stirred something in him. His cock twitched against his thigh, hardening with each mental image. He tried to shift the thoughts away, to rest, but it was no use. Soon his hand drifted downward, fingers wrapping around his length, stroking slowly. Not the frenzied pace of desperation, but a lazy indulgence, fueled by the picture of his wife bathing just out of reach.
He closed his eyes, imagining joining her, warm water lapping at their skin as her body pressed to his again, as she laughed softly in his ear while guiding him inside her under the water. His hand moved a little faster, precum smearing across his palm, his breath hitching as he let himself sink into the fantasy.
The sound of running water ceased, and he barely noticed, lost in the haze of his own thoughts. He only came back to himself when the door opened and her voice, warm and amused, drifted into the room.
"My, my, tesoro..." Littorio leaned against the doorway, towel draped carelessly around her shoulders, droplets of water still clinging to her bare skin. Her crimson eyes glowed with delight as she took in the sight of him, hand wrapped around his cock, chest rising in shallow breaths. "To think you couldn't wait a few minutes longer."
He froze, caught, but she only laughed softly, stepping closer with that radiant smile that made his chest tighten. "You should have come to me. I would have welcomed you in that bath. But..." She slid onto the bed beside him, her hand brushing lightly across his chest before curling around his wrist to still his movements. "...no matter. You are mine, after all. And I am yours."
Her lips brushed his cheek, hot and teasing, before she whispered against his ear, "Why don't we indulge together, amore? One last round... something sweeter, something to savor."
She kissed him briefly, her smile widening as she shifted downward on the bed, making her intentions clear without a single word.
Littorio's body flowed over him with the grace of a queen descending her throne, towel slipping away to bare her freshly washed skin. Droplets clung to her curves, gleaming in the lamplight as she straddled his chest, her crimson eyes half-lidded with lust and mischief. She lowered herself slowly, deliberately, until the slick heat of her folds hovered just above his mouth, her perfect breasts swaying near abdomen face as she positioned herself.
Her hand stroked down his stomach, curling around his cock with a teasing squeeze. "Mmmh, tesoro" she purred, her voice velvet and rich with satisfaction, "I made certain to clean myself thoroughly for you. Every inch, scrubbed and polished. So now..." She rocked her hips just enough to brush his lips with her wetness, her smile widening when he shivered beneath her. "...you may eat me as though I were the finest dish ever set before you."
She leaned forward then, lips wrapping around the swollen head of his cock, tongue circling in slow, decadent swirls as she sighed in pleasure. "Ahhh... and I shall do the same. Fair, no?"
Her thighs pressed softly against his cheeks as she lowered herself fully, her scent fresh but intoxicating, her folds glistening with both water and her own arousal already returning. His tongue darted out, and Littorio let out a low, indulgent moan around his length, her body shivering as she took him deeper into her mouth.
The room filled quickly with wet, lewd sounds, her lips sliding down his cock, his tongue stroking through her folds, the occasional muffled moan vibrating from one mouth to the other. Littorio rocked her hips against his face, encouraging him with gasps and broken words between sucking him. "Yes... ahhh, like that... mio tesoro, devour me."
Her nails traced patterns along his thighs as she bobbed her head slowly, savoring the taste of him, while her own body trembled under his eager tongue. She laughed breathlessly between moans, rich and sultry. "You see, amore? Even after a bath, I ache for your tongue... ahh, so greedy... so perfect."
Her pace on his cock matched the rhythm of her grinding against his face, the two of them caught in a decadent loop of pleasure, each giving and taking, each devoted to wringing moans from the other until the storm outside was drowned out entirely by the symphony of their love.
Littorio's hips rocked slow and indulgent against his mouth, her breath spilling in hot, broken gasps around the thick length she so lovingly worshipped. Every stroke of his tongue against her clit made her thighs quiver, every suck of her folds sent shivers running through her spine. She rewarded him in kind, her lips sliding down his cock in long, wet pulls that left strings of saliva glistening when she pulled back to tease the head with her tongue.
"Mio tesoro" She moaned around him, voice muffled yet sultry, "so good... you taste divine..." She pressed down against his mouth as she slid him deep into her throat, moaning in tandem with his muffled groan when his tongue pressed harder against her clit.
The sounds grew lewder, wetter, slurps, gasps, moans that mingled with the slap of her hips against his face and the suck of her lips on his cock. The bed creaked beneath their rhythm, their bodies bound in mutual devotion. Littorio's nails dug faint crescents into his thighs as her pace on his cock grew more indulgent, savoring every inch.
And then, with a sultry little laugh, she pulled her mouth free, saliva dripping down her chin as she pressed her breasts together around his slick shaft. "Ahhh, tesoro... so hard, so eager. Allow me..." She smirked down at him, crimson eyes gleaming as she slid her tits along his length, stroking him between the perfect valley of her breasts. "You love this, don't you? My body worshipping yours in every way."
His cock twitched between her soft mounds, wet with spit and precum, and she bent forward to lick at the swollen head with each upward stroke, moaning as his tongue still lapped at her clit below. Her body trembled, thighs quivering, pleasure mounting fast as his mouth worked her.
The combined heat of her breasts, lips, and tongue drove him past restraint. His groan vibrated against her folds as his cock jerked, thick ropes of cum spurting across her chest and down into her cleavage.
Littorio hummed in delight, pressing her tits tighter around him as she guided the pulsing length into her mouth. She swallowed greedily, moaning around him as she took every drop down her throat, the taste filling her as her own orgasm tore through her.
Her hips bucked against his face, walls clenching hard, her cry muffled as she swallowed him down, her body convulsing with the release. "Mmmmh—ahhh, si! Mio tesoro!" Her thighs squeezed his head, grinding desperately against his tongue as she rode out her peak, every nerve alight with ecstasy.
At last, she pulled her lips free with a wet pop, panting heavily, her chest glistening with his seed, her thighs still trembling from her climax. She laughed softly, indulgent and radiant, brushing her emerald hair back from her flushed face. "Ahhh... magnifico. To taste you, to feel you, all at once... truly, the finest banquet a wife could ask for."
He tilted his head back against the pillows, chest rising in deep, uneven breaths as he looked up at her. His lips curved into a tired but warm smile, eyes shining with affection even through the haze of release. "I got you dirty again" He murmured, voice hoarse but playful as he gestured faintly to the pearly streaks still glistening on her breasts.
Littorio followed his gaze, then let out a rich, sultry laugh, the sound filling the room with warmth. She cupped her chest together, squeezing playfully before letting her hands drift down his stomach in a slow caress.
"And what of it, mio tesoro? If anything, it is simply another excuse for us to shower together." Her smile softened, her crimson eyes glowing with that teasing tenderness that always made his heart ache. "Which, if you ask me, is a far more delightful way to end the night."
He chuckled, shaking his head as his hand came up to brush a strand of damp green hair from her face. "You're impossible... but I wouldn't have you any other way."
She shifted off him slowly, stretching with feline grace before curling against his side. He wrapped his arms around her without hesitation, pulling her close until her head rested against his chest and their legs tangled together beneath the sheets.
The storm outside had faded to a soft drizzle, the rhythmic patter against the windows now nothing more than a lullaby.
For a long while, they simply lay there, tracing idle patterns on each other's skin, basking in the shared warmth. His hand smoothed along her back, fingers combing through the ends of her damp hair, while hers rested over his heart, feeling its steady beat beneath her palm.
"I love you" He said quietly, breaking the silence, the words carrying the full weight of his heart.
She lifted her head just enough to kiss his jaw, her lips lingering as she whispered back, "And I, you. More than the stars, more than the seas. You are my heart, mio marito, my everything."
He tightened his hold around her, eyes closing as he kissed the top of her head. "Always."
"Always," she echoed softly, her smile pressed against his skin.
The two drifted into quiet talk after that, half-whispered endearments, little laughs, promises of shared baths and lazy mornings. Their words slowed, voices fading into the steady rhythm of their breathing, until all that remained was the warmth of each other's embrace, the steady beat of love that carried them both into contented rest.
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