A/N: Some years in the future I will look back at this writing and be filled with regret.

But whatever, eh!

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"Hatsuzuki...you look so cute." whispered the lead ship Akizuki to her sister who was laying in her embrace. Said sister did not say thank you for the compliment. In fact, she did not say anything. She couldn't. Her mouth was gagged.

"How does my sister taste, Miss Zuikaku?"

Zuikaku was also unable to say anything. her mouth was busy doing...something else.

"Fufu...have you started to feel a bit too hot, I wonder?"

Well, the fact that Zuikaku was the only one in the room wearing any semblance of clothing might have something to do with it, for one reason or another.

"Hm?"

Faintly, after Zuikaku had been working at it for an entire minute, Hatsuzuki began to make a noise through her gag.

"And here I almost thought that the gag was unnecessary."

Slowly but surely, Hatsuzuki voice became louder and louder. Zuikaku noticed that the pitch of Hatsuzuki's voice differed depending on the way she curved her tongue inside her. So she began experimenting, licking deeper, stronger, faster, to see if she could make the little AA destroyer sing.

And sang she did. Soon the room was filled with the pleasurable sound of Hatsuzuki's muffled scream. Her body began to follow the rhyme of her own wailing, wiggling around and making it hard for Zuikaku to maintain their already relatively hard position. Hatsuzuki was laying on the bed, her head firmly held on Akizuki's lap. Zuikaku was seated with her leg crossed, her peripheral vision entirely blocked by Hatsuzuki's fleshy white thighs perching on her shoulders, allowing Zuikaku to see only the prize in front of her. Zuikaku's hands, as strong as they were, were struggling, shakily lifting Hatsuzuki's hips into the air and holding them there, trying to give a solid base for Zuikaku to work her tongue with, like hammer and anvil.

That was the position the three lovers found themselves in. It was not the most stable of positions, and it was hard to maintain even for someone as experienced as Zuikaku. She needed to finish this soon.

One of Zuikaku's hands started moving up to Hatsuzuki's crotch, just above her sex. She then began to rub gently, preparing it for her next move. Hatsuzuki tried to protest, but her hands were held down by Akizuki.

"Shuush. Just enjoy it."

Zuikaku moved her hand lower, closer to the slit, and started applying force. Zuikaku could feel Hatsuzuki's wall coiling tighter around her tongue. She began moving her tongue in fast, short strokes, and with each movement she felt Hatsuzuki's resistance became stronger and stronger, until Zuikaku found her tongue occasionally stuck, held in place by Hatsuzuki's trained abdominal muscles. Meanwhile, the scream was getting louder and louder that the gag almost seemed useless.

Then, suddenly and without any warnings, a great splash happened right in front of Zuikaku, showering her with a clear liquid that tasted familiar, but still had enough flavor unique to Hatsuzuki.

Zuikaku saw Hatsuzuki's eyes rolling back, and she knew she had done a good job. Like a sack of potato she threw the trembling, almost unconscious destroyer on the bed, and moved on to her sister.

Zuikaku stood up, walked closer to Akizuki, and lifted her chin. Akizuki looked up to Zuikaku, blushing and smiling lustfully.

"Your turn."