A/N: Yes, I did add Bismarck and Tirpitz into the plot for the sole purpose of lewding them, why do you ask~?
The Mist 2: Rescue Operations
Chapter 32: Bismarck and Tirpitz
Enterprise wasn't sure what it was she had sensed.
Not long after absorbing the Ghost into her soul she had felt it; a weighty, ominous darkness that lingered in the centre of the base, at the bottom of the bunker. Hornet had felt it too, but neither could discern what it truly was, only that it was dangerous. Considering the confined spaces of the bunker and their already weakened states, and going to check wasn't an option.
However now with the chaos raging through the base, whatever was inside had gotten free. And now it was ravaging all that it touched; leaving behind a subtle, but disgusting aftertaste to the very air it passed through, not unlike how spoiled food would pollute the air even after it was gone. The many monsters roaming about made it moderately harder to keep track of, but between her and Hornet they kept a decent lead on it.
Until they ran into a problem.
There were three sources.
One of them was up ahead; the one they were approaching. However another was far to their right, closer to the sea wall. And another was even farther out, in the ocean. The latter was so far out it was hard to make out; its signature faint in her mind, but she didn't miss it.
That fact befuddled her. Beforehand she had only sensed the one source underground in the bunker, but now she detected three. It could be argued that the one in the ocean had existed the whole time, and she had just been too distracted to really notice it, or maybe its signature disappeared shortly after the initial attack on her and her old comrades ended. Whatever the reasoning behind it, however, that didn't explain the other two sources.
One of which they now rapidly approached.
''Get ready.'' Enterprise muttered tightly, gripping her bow.
Hornet said nothing; just nodding seriously. Enterprise smiled thinly at that, her feet thumping across the uneven ground as they ran past shell craters and leapt over fallen trees, nearing the garden. And as they got close they could both hear cannons blasting at a rapid rate, alongside a myriad of voices shouting and screaming.
Enterprise and Hornet arrived at the gardens just a few seconds later, darting in through the front opening – both of them soaking in the scene in a heartbeat. A massive flower-like thing, on-fire. Numerous vine-like tentacles, spasming and flailing in panic, fire also gnawing into its green flesh. A dozen dead insects of various species, all oversized beyond normal proportions. And amongst it all was Cleveland and her sisters, Helena and St. Louis, Ark Royal, Unicorn, and Choukai.
The latter five all bore black leotards seemingly made of an inky darkness, small bat-like wings and a wire-like tail protruding from the base of their spines.
It took Enterprise a moment to connect the dots, bow raised as she watched the girls move. Most of them didn't have rigging. Instead, they were acting like bait for Ark Royal and Choukai; allowing the former to accurately drop her bombs whilst the latter bombarded the plant-like creature with relentless barrages of high-explosive shells, setting it on fire with pitiable ease. And judging by the mute spasming of the plant, it felt it.
And they had turned up at just the right time; the plant giving a few final spasms before all the tentacle-like vines went slack, and the flower's petals sagged limply along with the inner bulb.
A chorus of cheering came from the girls, some of them high-fiving – until Montpelier spotted them. The face she made drew the attention of the others, and in a matter of seconds all of them had spun around to face the two carriers; the Eagle Union girls looking like they had seen a ghost. Somewhat literally, in this instance.
''Hey.'' Enterprise smiled weakly, lifting her hand in a wave, only to stop mid-motion and just let her hand fall.
She felt it. The girls with the black leotards... and the Cleveland-class girls too. They all felt the same; they had the same dark energy to them, that twisted presence. But out of all of them, Helena's was the strongest; the most potent.
Yet, now that she was closer, she realised that in comparison to the one by the seawall, their presence was weaker – even though she was standing just a matter of feet away from them.
''Shit...'' Hornet realised it too, swearing under her breath. ''We've been baited.''
Enterprise just hummed, sweeping her eyes over the girls. They didn't look evil or possessed, and they had actively taken down a monster of their own volition – a pretty strong one, from her own observations. The plant thing wasn't mobile, but it was subtle; releasing paralytic spores to trap its prey. She wasn't sure if it needed time to recharge them or not, but given it hadn't released any even when actively being burned alive, she assumed it did.
Coughing interrupted her thought process. She gazed past Choukai, locating the pale form of Drake, and the unconscious form of Cheshire only a few paces away. The cat-like maid had yellowish flowers growing out of her forearms and thighs, green bush-like leaves slowly peeking out from her hair – and when Enterprise looked closely, she found them slowly growing. A glance at the other human-shaped hedge statues foretold of her fate.
''Enterprise...?''
Enterprise blinked, realising she had been staring in silence at the group before her. ''Ah... sorry. Are you guys okay?''
''Mostly.'' Columbia smiled roughly, wincing as she put a hand on her hip. ''You look like you've had it worse, though.''
The carrier just dipped her head. ''If I can ask... why do you five look...?''
''Corruption.'' Helena was the one to speak; and speak she did, uttering the word in a surprisingly biting tone for such a soft-spoken girl.
''Yeah...'' Cleveland rubbed her arm. ''We had a run-in with him... it, whatever that thing is.''
Hornet and Enterprise shared a look. ''What did it look like?''
''Normally? A big blob of sludge.'' St. Louis answered disdainfully. ''Right now though it's possessed our base's Commander. Burst right out of the bunker ceiling and flew off; Helena says she sensed it near the seawall.''
'Where Akagi and Kaga went.' Enterprise mentally smacked herself up the head.
''Good to know.'' Hornet hummed. ''Can you girls make it back? Wanna have us escort, or...?''
A moment of uncertain silence.
Then Helena stepped forth. ''I... I'm going after the Commander. I can't let him stay like that, with Corruption possessing him, any longer.''
Cleveland blew out a breath. ''Welp, guess if Helena's going, I am too.''
''Count us in too.'' Columbia added with a roguish grin, looping an arm around Montpelier and Denver.
''Myself and the others will assist in escorting Drake and Cheshire out of the mist.'' Choukai volunteered instead. ''Without their riggings, the others will be relatively ineffective. Myself and Ark Royal-san should be enough to escort them back.''
''Understood.'' Enterprise nodded seriously, turning around. ''Let's get moving then!''
With an affirmative shout, the newly formed group headed out – moving south towards the sea wall.
X-x-X
''Bismarck!''
''Right!''
Twin cannons fired, and multiple shells roared through the air and erupted across the form of a Fallen Angel, blowing a hole through its torso and nearly shredding its alien body with the shockwave. However in seconds it began to regenerate – only for Tirpitz to come in and slice its head off with a single well-timed swing of her battle-standard, killing it for good.
However there were still many more Fallen Angels in the air, courtesy of Corruption who somehow summoned more with nothing more than a mental call; drawing them from elsewhere in the mist where they were undoubtedly molesting other girls. The two Battleships did an admirable job of taking them down, using a mixture of anti-air fire and secondary guns to slow them down, leaving their main guns to deal the real damage; and when they missed the head, they went in with their melee weapons.
''Mn!'' Bismarck grunted as she did just that; severing the head of another Fallen Angel that grabbed at her left arm, shoving it off her.
Akagi and Kaga had been evacuated, mercifully. On their orders the Ironblood Destroyers had escorted them away alongside Shouhou, Chiyoda and Chitose, firing back at the Fallen Angels that pursued them. Bismarck and Tirpitz covered their retreat as best they could, but Corruption seemed insistent on focusing its attention on them. Along with the attention of most of the Fallen Angels.
Thus the two sisters found themselves fighting against a seemingly-endless horde of corrupted humans, slicing and slashing their way through necks and chests alike. It wasn't hard to figure out that their regeneration only applied to their body but not to their head, meaning decapitation was the only way to viably kill them. Corruption itself mostly hung back, examining them intently even as it kept calling more reinforcements, only moving to dodge their shells and floating out of melee range, preventing them from killing it quickly.
Until Corruption suddenly changed tactics, and dive-bombed them.
Bismarck was barely able to raise her battle-standard in time, grunting in surprise as she blocked the fist that went for her gut. With a flourish she spun her weapon and shoved the goopy monster back, shouting in effort as she retaliated with several quick thrusts. The inky monster dodged them with a smile, rapidly side-stepping the equally rapid thrusts, her battle-standard missing by mere inches each time.
Realising that this wasn't working Bismarck narrowed her eyes, pulling her weapon in close and whirling around. The bladed tip swung around for its neck – but Corruption just ducked low, avoiding the blow. Then faster than Bismarck expected it lunged at her-
-only to abort its attack as a second battle-standard plunged for where its head would've been, courtesy of Tirpitz.
''Cover me!'' Tirpitz barked, rushing ahead without waiting for an answer.
Bismarck agreed with a grunt, swinging her arm out and aiming her cannons at the Fallen Angels tailing Tirpitz – blasting them into splodges of ink with a deafening cannon blast. A barrage of secondary guns lit up the air a moment later, filling the corrupted humans with so many holes they looked like Swiss cheese. Those that weren't killed were slowed down by their wounds, granting Bismarck the time to reload her cannons; spending that time rushing in and slicing apart several Fallen Angels with powerful swings, generating minor shockwaves when her battle-standard impacted the concrete.
Tirpitz didn't waste the window Bismarck granted her. She lunged in close with a war cry, slashing diagonally down and narrowly missing Corruption's chest. The demonic being merely smiled at her, but there was a hint of tension in its inky visage as it retaliated by swinging its arm out. Gloopy ink splattered across the concrete, missing the snowy-haired Battleship as she leapt into the air – releasing a loud shout as she fired all guns.
BOOM!
The shells struck true, creating a spire of smoke and fire that engulfed Corruption, hiding its macabre form from view.
Tirpitz was unconvinced however; eyes narrowed as she ran straight towards the smoke, weapon bared and ready. She didn't make it halfway before two Fallen Angels crash-landed in front of her, attempting to slow her down – but Bismarck dealt with them with two quick cannons shots. Sending a mental thanks to her sister Tirpitz leapt over the two regenerating monsters and flipped her battle-standard around, and thrusting it into the smoke.
It hit.
Or rather, it was stopped dead.
''Hn?!'' Tirpitz grunted in surprise as her airborne form was lifted up – gripping onto her battle-standard for dear life as gravity threatened to reassert its hold on her.
Mercifully she was held up for just a second before the hand threw her battle-standard away, with her along with it. She regained her balance mid-flight, flipping around and landing on the concrete, her metal boots creating sparks as she skidded to a stop. Her gaze was immediately drawn to the smoke, eyes narrowing as Corruption walked out from the mist with nary a scratch – however she was quick to note the lack of saccharine amusement on its face. Instead, it now bore a look almost like annoyance.
''You're a touch stronger than anticipated.'' Corruption noted idly, its warped voice grating on her ears.
Then Tirpitz saw it. The inky-black 'skin' covering Corruption wavered briefly, revealing pale human flesh beneath. Flesh that was now burned and charred.
Her shells had hit after all. Its outer layer was just hiding that.
Corruption must've noticed too, as its annoyance escalated into irritation – before without a word it lunged at her, the horned being reaching out to grab her face. Tirpitz side-stepped the attempt and lashed out with a kick but found herself grabbed by the ankle, a surprised grunt escaping her throat before she was suddenly yanked closer – forcing the Battleship to catch herself on one hand as her other leg was pulled out from under her.
However Tirpitz was far from unskilled in melee combat. With a shout of effort she lashed out with her battle-standard, aiming at Corruption's own legs and forcing the monster back – and when she yanked her leg free from its grip it didn't stop her. Instead it merely watched her as she hopped back a few paces, her guns zeroing in on the monster. Yet just as she was about to pull the mental trigger, she noticed a glint over Corruption's shoulder.
A glint that turned out to be a rapier.
A rapier that flew past the demonic creature, and pierced Tirpitz through the shoulder.
''Gah-?!'' Tirpitz stumbled back in shock, eyes wide as she reflexively grabbed her shoulder and pulled the blade out.
Movement ahead of her drew her wide eyes, alarm filling her as she found Le Triomphant rushing at her – the petite Destroyer lacking any clothes, and instead wearing an inky-black leotard, a pair of tiny wings protruding from her shoulder blades and a devilish tail swishing behind her. However it was the look of pure, unnatural delight on the Destroyer's face that unsettled Tirpitz; said Destroyer's sclera painted the darkest of blacks.
Another victim of Corruption. A victim that was now charging at her with her world-class speed.
With great effort Tirpitz managed to raise her battle-standard in time, grunting as she blocked the rapier going for her gut. However Le Triomphant had momentum on her side, the blonde giggling as she lashed out with multiple lightning-quick thrusts that nicked and cut Tirpitz across her sides – until a fifth struck true, stabbing into her stomach. It wasn't deep, her natural armour helping her resist it, but when the pointy blade retracted itself out of her stomach she saw blood glistening across it.
Gritting her teeth Tirpitz retaliated, releasing a furious shout as she brought her battle-standard down – and brought it down hard. It smashed into the ground with a deafening crack, causing a crown of concrete to jut upwards from the sheer strength behind her blow; sending Le Triomphant stumbling and crying out in shock. Tirpitz took full advantage, her battle-standard swinging around – before with a sharp crack it impacted the Destroyer's side, snapping ribs before sending her sailing off a dozen feet, tumbling across the concrete before lolling to a stop, struggling to get back up.
'Sorry.' Tirpitz offered a mental apology to her corrupted comrade – grunting as she grabbed the sword in her shoulder, ripping it out.
Not a second too soon. Le Malin, just as corrupted as her sister-ship, came charging at her with glee in her sparkling eyes. Bismarck stopped that, her blonde sister suddenly getting in the way and burying a fist into Le Malin's gut, inverting her momentum harshly and sending her collapsing onto the ground, coughing harshly and leaving her immobile for a few seconds. However Bismarck's brief intervention cost her, as a Fallen Angel got past her secondary guns and grabbed onto one of her turret, ripping it off with the shriek of rending metal.
Tirpitz made to help; only for Corruption to lunge at her again. She wasn't fast enough to raise her battle-standard in time, gasping as the monster buried its fist into her stomach – the force making it feel like her organs were being rearranged. A clawed hand curled around her neck not a moment later, and with a gasp Tirpitz found herself thrown to the floor. She rolled over and tried to get up by Corruption was there, its inky-black hand clawing through her two right turrets like a hot knife through butter, cleaving apart steel like it wasn't even a problem.
''Mn!'' Tirpitz stumbled free and slashed out with her battle-standard, cutting across Corruption's chest and dealing some damage – the inky-black outer skin covering the wounded inner flesh a second later.
However she was taken off-guard when a Fallen Angel suddenly jumped her from behind, one hand reaching around and grabbing her left breast whilst another hand grabbed her stomach, restraining her. A second Fallen Angel mangled part of her rigging before ripping off her last two turrets – swiftly losing its head as she lashed out, yelling as she beheaded it with her battle-standard, her shoulder twinging in pain from the harsh movement.
Any further resistance was stalled as Corruption closed the distance between them, grabbing her weapon and roughly ripping it out of her hands, throwing it aside and sending it clattering across the ground. Multiple more Fallen Angels besieged Tirpitz, forcing her to the floor as they piled on her, using their combined weight to force her down – their wandering hands grabbing her arms and legs, holding them down.
''Tirpitz!'' Bismarck's furious shout drew Corruption's eye.
The blonde Battleship had several cuts on her, courtesy of the Fallen Angels she had fought off, but that did little to slow her charge down. Corruption turned and faced her, swinging its arm out and launching a splatter of corruptive sludge at her – forcing Bismarck to leap over it. She twisted mid-flight, twisting with her momentum and bringing her battle-standard down in a wide swing, bellowing a war-cry as she swung.
Corruption dodged it narrowly, eyes narrowing as it side-stepped the attack – grabbing Bismarck by the arm the moment she was close. However with surprising reflexes Bismarck dug her heels into the ground, turning her momentum and throwing a sudden haymaker-
-and struck Corruption right in the cheek, jerking its head sharply to the side.
The sudden attack made Corruption let her go, allowing Bismarck to rush past the demonic monster and go for the Fallen Angels trapping Tirpitz. Or she would've, had Le Malin and Le Triomphant not suddenly gotten in her way, the former now having reclaimed her weapon.
'Scheiße!' Bismarck thought in alarm, eyes wide.
There was no time to think. Both girls lunged with their weapons bared, forcing Bismarck to abort her attack in favour of a sweeping swing, successfully deflecting their unified attack. However both girls functioned in eerie synchrony, the blonde Le Triomphant flanking her left whilst Le Malin went right, both converging on her from two sides – using their nigh-unparalleled speed to their advantage.
'Mn!'' Bismarck grunted harshly as she parried Le Malin's blade aside, twisting her body to avoid Le Triomphant's own attack.
The two Destroyers however had done their job – they had delayed her. Something Bismarck realised as tentacle-like whips of inky black fluid lashed at her rigging turrets, severing them in a single strike. Disarmed the Battleship could only twist around to face Corruption – just in time for a hand to bury itself in her gut, knocking the wind out of her. A clawed hand grabbed her jaw next, jerking her head harshly to the side before hurling her into Le Malin.
Bismarck gasped as a blade pierced her through her back, courtesy of the aforementioned Destroyer. Le Triomphant followed up with her own sword, lunging in and stabbing her through the right thigh before she could so much as struggle, severing the nerves there in a single clean piercing strike and rendering that leg useless..
''Nn!'' Bismarck winced, trying to use her battle-standard despite her compromising position – but Corruption easily wrenched the weapon out of her limp hand, throwing it aside.
''Restrain her.'' Corruption ordered; causing several Fallen Angels to float down and grab Bismarck by her arms and legs, holding her down – Le Malin and Le Triomphant hanging back to watch.
Smirking devilishly down at her Corruption leaned upright, staring at her. ''As expected of the pride of the Ironblood fleet, both of you possess impressive capabilities... now though, to see how far I can push that pride, hmhm~!''
Bismarck's stomach dropped as the inky-black beast moved away from her, and approached Tirpitz instead. Her snowy-haired sister noticed that too and began struggling more vigorously, grunting as she kicked and jerked her limbs desperately, but the group of Fallen Angels pinning her down stopped her from getting away. Corruption took its time approaching her, an inky-black cock manifesting from its crotch and rapidly swelling to an impressive size, only further fuelling Tirpitz's struggles.
''Such vigorous panic...' Corruption mocked, lowering down to its knees. ''Keep that expression on your face.''
Tirpitz just glared daggers at the monster, grimacing in disgust when it forced her thighs open; the Fallen Angels holding her legs apart and allowing Corruption to curl one of its slimy fingers into her black panties, prying it to the side – exposing her womanhood. Tirpitz growled, the angry sound only heightening Corruption's amusement, its inky body shifting between her thighs and its cock pressing against her sex.
Then without any fanfare, it pushed inside. Tirpitz scrunched her eyes shut and hissed, a wince marring her regal visage as the monster's inky cock pushed inside her – spreading her tight inner walls apart bit by bit. Corruption didn't care about her comfort however; gleefully forcing its cock inside her until it buried its length all the way inside her womanhood, its pelvis hitting hers a second later as it bottomed out.
''Mn-!'' Tirpitz grunted under her breath, managing to restrain any other sound.
Corruption seemed ready to change that; grinning demonically down at her as it reared its hips back, and then slammed back in. This time Tirpitz hissed, face twisting in pain as she intimately felt the creature's shaft inside her – unheeding of how her inner walls clenched tight around its shaft. If anything her tightness made the monster thrust into her more, its cock sliding halfway out only to plunge back inside her a second later, stuffing her pussy with its cock.
It wasn't content with just defiling her pussy however. With a sneering grin Corruption reached out and raked its hand down her front, ripping her jacket open and exposing her plump breasts, allowing the inky humanoid to rip her bra down. Lustfully it grabbed at her chest, sludge-covered fingers pressing into her large tits and squishing them from the force of its grip, eliciting another pained grunt from Tirpitz as it manhandled her chest.
''Mn... even now, you keep such a fierce look about you... perhaps, hah, that is what makes you have such potential...'' Corruption breathed to her even as it kept fucking her, its cock plunging into her pussy harder and faster.
Tirpitz kept her mouth shut, not giving Corruption the pleasure of making her talk. In response the inky monster just fucked her more vigorously, slamming into her with strong bucks of its hips and making her breasts bounce within the confines of her dishevelled bra. Even when the other Fallen Angels began to touch her too, their free hands groping at her thighs or tits Tirpitz stayed silent, humiliation burning at her cheeks as they violated her.
''Mn... Nn...'' Small grunts escaped Tirpitz's lips on reflex, the pain inside her womanhood dimming into stinging discomfort even as Corruption began to speed up, pounding her pussy with growing vigour – letting her feel its thick shaft slide in-and-out of her formerly-virgin hole, the tip battering her deepest parts.
Corruption chuckled breathlessly, slamming into her tender folds more, her inner walls clenching around its inky-black cock each time it drove itself inside her. Tirpitz clenched her hands into fists and hissed, intimately feeling it begin to throb inside her, its cock swelling in size as it prepared to dump its load inside of her, to knock her up – or worse, judging by the state of Le Malin and Le Triomphant. However pinned down as she was there was nothing she could do, and pride stopped her from crying out for help, simply gritting her teeth and enduring the harsh violation.
Skin slapped against wet inky skin, the sound echoing through the air as Corruption kept plunging into her, each thrust harsher than the last. Its shaft swelled up within her, stretching her aching inner walls apart and shaping her womanhood to better accommodate its cock. Tirpitz silently shook her head, teeth clenched, but Corruption just sneered as it roughly groped her right breast, making it hard to breathe.
Until finally the mysterious monster hissed, and thick gushes of inky-black cum gushed into her womanhood.
''Kh!'' Tirpitz winced, shuddering as jets of warmth spurted across her tender inner walls, its thick cum sticky inside her. But something about it felt wrong, its very essence beginning to soak itself into her body. Melding with her; changing her.
However the Battleship had no time to contemplate that, a grunt escaping her as the inky-black humanoid pulled out of her pussy, allowing a small trickle of black cum to seep out. Instead it turned its gaze onto Bismarck, a twisted grin on its lips as it rose up to its feet and marched towards the blonde Battleship, cock in hand.
At Corruption's mental command the Fallen Angels, aided by the corrupted Le Malin and Le Triomphant, turned Bismarck around onto her hands and knees – presenting her shapely ass towards it. With glee in its malevolent eyes Corruption got down on its knees behind her, and without listening to Bismarck's low growls or murderous glares, it yanked her black panties down to her knees and lined itself up with her bare slit, before plunging inside.
''Mn-!'' Bismarck winced at the harsh penetration, a burst of pain flashing inside her womanhood.
Corruption hissed in delight, digging its claws into her hips and forcing more of its thick cock inside her, stretching her virgin inner walls apart until it bottomed out inside her. The Battleship clenched her teeth at that, not giving Corruption the pleasure of hearing her scream either – but Corruption seemed eager to change that, suddenly yanking half of its cock out only to slam back into her, its pelvis impacting her ass with a resounding smack.
Then it pulled out, and began to pound her in earnest. It didn't so much thrust as it did slam into her, the monster's hips jerking back only to buck forth powerfully, allowing Bismarck to feel every inch of Corruption's inhuman cock as it stuffed her aching pussy to the brim. And as if to add insult to injury the inky-black monster reached around, ripping open her jacket and snapping her bra, allowing the monster to grab her large breasts and manhandle them.
''Gh-!'' Bismarck grunted in pain, shuddering when it found her rosy nipples and tugging on them. ''Schweinehund...!''
Corruption merely flashed her a cruel smirk, slamming into her extra hard. Bismarck's whole body jolted from the force of the thrust and she hissed in pain, her womanhood sore as the monster gleefully kept railing her. Any attempt at struggling was rendered pointless by the multiple corrupted monsters around her, the Fallen Angels around her easily holding the mighty Battleship down as she was violated; literally brought to her knees like a dog.
Skin loudly slapped against skin, the sound ringing throughout the surrounding area and forcing Bismarck to hear it. Yet she didn't screw her eyes shut and try and ignore it; she kept her eyes wide open as she glared death at the monster behind her, tearing her eyes away only when the pain stabbing into her pelvis grew too sharp to ignore. Whether because it was her first time, or just how rough Corruption was being with her, it hurt – the pain not unlike a stab wound inside her innermost parts.
''Hah...!'' Bismarck gasped as Corruption squeezed her tits suddenly, knocking the air out of her. ''R-Rat!''
The insult barely phased Corruption; a pleased growl rumbling from the humanoid as it pounded her harder. Its pelvis impacted her ass and made it jiggle, its clawed hands squished her tits between its fingers, its cock throbbed and pulsed inside her – Bismarck felt it all, unable to ignore the barrage of sensations. And when it sped up, its cock throbbing inside her deepest parts, she knew what was coming; but was unable to stop it.
Skin smacked, a shaft throbbed – before Corruption drove itself deep into her womanhood, unloading thick dollops of black cum into her womb, knocking her up with the corruptive fluid.
''Mmgh...'' Bismarck cringed at the disgusting sensation; intimately feeling it seep out around Corruption's cock.
A shudder ran through her as the monster pulled out, leaving her empty.
''Hmph. How the mighty fall.'' Corruption mocked her, rising up to its feet. ''To be expected, of course.''
Corruption was halfway through chuckling when Bismarck heard it. A distant, rapidly-approaching whine.
And then not a second later multiple Battleship-class shells erupted across the ground around them. None of the shells struck them, but the ensuing explosions generated a rush of heat and wind, whipping past the assembled group.
''Mn?'' Corruption grunted in surprise, shielding itself with one wing as a powerful gust of wind blew past. ''Who dares... ah, I see...''
Corruption lowered its leathery wing, gazing out into the mist – or more accurately, towards the sea. ''Richelieu... cardinal of the Iris Libre. I suppose it's only fitting I claim such a holy woman, hmhm...!''
Without sparing even a glance back at the defiled Bismarck and Tirpitz, Corruption beat its wings and took off, soaring out into the obscuring mist.
Within moments most of the Fallen Angels followed, flying after their master and leaving just Le Malin, Le Triomphant and a small handful of Fallen Angels left to pin down Bismarck and Tirpitz; the two Battleships soon finding themselves rolled onto their backs, grunting as the Fallen Angels got ready to fuck the duo themselves.
Only, they didn't expect the two to still have fighting spirit left.
Thus the Fallen Angel mounting Bismarck was totally unprepared to receive a knee right between the legs, making the mistake of unhanding her one functioning leg. The impact made it jerk back, more because of the strength of the blow than any sensitivity between its legs – but it was enough of a window for Bismarck to utilise, the blonde Battleship roaring as she pushed it off her and delivered a nasty sucker punch across its face, snapping its head to the side.
Without hesitation Bismarck lunged for her battle-standard, stumbling on one working leg and snatching it up in a heartbeat. Not a second too soon; instinct compelling her to twist around and slash, succeeding in decapitating one of the remaining Fallen Angels that had tried to grab her. The one binding her was halfway through getting up when she stumbled towards it, releasing a war-cry before stabbing it through the shoulder, jerking it onto its back.
''Mn-!'' Bismarck winced as a sword cut into her side; courtesy of Le Malin.
However Bismarck wasn't unfamiliar with fighting Destroyers, and her prior skirmish with the two sisters had given her the time to get used to their fighting style. So when Le Triomphant changed in, clearly intent on piercing her throat her stomach, she reacted swiftly – namely by grabbing the blade in an iron grip, stopping it just a centimetre short of puncturing her stomach.
And also freeing her right arm; allowing her to bring her battle-standard down.
Krrch-!
With a loud, sickening crunch, Bismarck broke Le Triomphant's shoulder – her fingers going limp around her sword.
Without sparing the corrupted Destroyer a thought she chucked her blade aside, freeing her fist and allowing her to strike her across the head – sending her tumbling well over a dozen feet away, landing in an unmoving heap. Le Malin however was still a threat; the white-haired girl coming back with a vengeance, thrusting her blade towards Bismarck's back. Only instead of piercing flesh, her weapon bounced off the worn length of Bismarck's pole-arm; sending the pointy tip thrusting past Bismarck's side by a few inches.
A twist of her hips, and Bismarck brought her battle-standard down. Le Malin managed to dodge the attack, side-stepping it, but Bismarck was ready for that – roaring as she jutted her elbow out and swung horizontally. The Destroyer wasn't fast enough to duck, getting mid-way through the action before the pole-arm hit the side of her head, audibly breaking bone and sending her skipping across the hard concrete. She didn't get up from that.
''Mn...'' A grunt to her left drew her eye – relief flooding her when she found Tirpitz up as well, her own pole-arm currently embedded into one of the Fallen Angels on the ground.
''Tirpitz...'' Bismarck murmured, grunting and nearly collapsing as she took a step towards her sister.
The white-haired Battleship was by her side in seconds. ''Bismarck...! Are you...?''
''I'll live.'' Bismarck grunted back, wincing as she leaned on her battle-standard. ''One leg down, puncture through my back, amongst other things. We can get it tended to when we get back to base.''
Tirpitz seemed concerned, but didn't comment further – subtly shuddering as inky fluid seeped down her legs. ''R-Right. Can you follow?''
''Slowly, yes.''
''Then let's move.''
Neither spoke of what just happened; of the shame or humiliation. That could wait for later, when the day was over.
Though whether they would ever fix the dent in their pride, however, was another thing entirely.
[END]
A/N: Next: Richelieu and Jeanne.