A/N: I never realised Yat Sen had such long legs, y'know? She's really tall, or at least her art makes it seem so. She looks like she's good at giving hugs though.
Idle thoughts aside, enjoy~
Locked Together
''What should I make for dinner then? I've gotten some spring onions, I could whip up a salad if you'd like?''
''Mn, something with meat in it~''
''We had meat yesterday, and the day before that, Ping Hai. How about a soup then?''
It was a warm autumn evening, the sun already having set beyond the horizon and dimming the sky to a deep purple hue bordering on black, the last dredges of light fading. The Dragon Empery dormitory was still illuminated by numerous lights however, ranging from standard-issued strip lights across the ceiling to softer, more traditional lantern lights, mostly put up at the resident's preference.
And located within the common area of the dormitory was Yat Sen; the elegant woman chatting away with Ping Hai and Ning Hai, the former insisting on a tasty dinner whilst both Yat Sen and Ning Hai tried to convince her to try something else for a change. A few other members of the Dragon Empery were about as well, lazing around or busying dipping in-and-out of the kitchen to prepare their own meals for the night; those that didn't having already had their dinner at the cafeteria.
''Hm... then what about-''
Yat Sen was cut short however as the doors to the dormitory opened. A slight cool breeze wafted into the room as the familiar form of the Commander walked inside, smiling slightly down at Tai Yuan – speaking with the demure girl in low, curious tones, apparently discussing something related to the recent sorties. The conversation ended just after they entered, the smile on the Commander's face turning a touch sheepish when he looked up – laying eyes on Yat Sen.
''Ah, good evening Commander.'' The elegant cruiser greeted him with a smile, gracefully shifting to face him. ''Did Tai Yuan make it back alright?''
''Mm. No problems whatsoever.'' The Commander patted the Destroyer on the shoulder, making Tai Yuan blush bashfully. ''Next time you girls go on an escort sortie take her with you; she's a great navigator.''
''C-Commander...'' The Destroyer squirmed shyly at the praise.
Yat Sen giggled. ''I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Would you like to stay for dinner tonight, Commander?''
''Ah...'' He flushed, rubbing the back of his neck. ''I'd love to, but I've got a lot of work at the office to still do...''
''Mn, you always say that...''
''Haha, sorry, you know how it is. Never ending, my work is.''
Yat Sen sighed. ''I know. Come by sometime, though?''
''I will, promise.'' The Commander gave her a kind smile, turning away. ''See you.''
''See you later~''
With a soft click the dormitory doors clicked shut, the Commander's form quickly fading from view as he walked out into the darkness, disappearing back towards the command building.
Yat Sen smiled dreamily, hand on her cheek and completely lost in thought – missing the flat looks from both Ping Hai and Ning Hai. It was patently obvious to everyone the two were in love, held back solely by the fact neither were willing to make the first move and just confess already. Some of them had tried to drop hints to the two, teasing them or implying that they should confess, but it'd either gone right over their heads or they just denied any such feelings out of embarrassment.
At first it was cute. Then it was funny.
Now? It was just exasperating. It'd been going on for months at this point.
Ping Hai and Ning Hai shared a look. Both were on the same wavelength in that regard; they both wanted the two to be happy, but were also growing tired of seeing the two borderline-flirt. Thus, they needed a solution.
With the upcoming firework night arriving in just a matter of days, that solution might be needed sooner than later...
X-x-X
Four days passed; Saturday arriving and bringing with it the fireworks night, the bi-yearly tradition starting off with a bang. A literal one, in this case.
The loud pop and crackle fizzled through the air, golden sparkles falling from the inky black sky into obscurity – only to be joined shortly after by a string of purple fireworks that squealed into the sky, popping one after the other into various shapes in the sky. Multiple red ones followed, corkscrewing higher into the sky and disappearing from view; only to reappear with a loud bang as they exploded into large colourful stars, fizzling out of sight a few seconds later.
The Commander admired the fireworks as he walked, the ground beneath him slowly elevating in a steep hill. Wooden planks were set into the dirt to make the walk a little more stable up towards the house located at the top, overlooking the sea from the cliff's edge and providing a beautiful view of the fireworks. Technically the house was his, as it was part of the base, but he was content with his own dormitory down in the command building so it rarely saw use, only having the bare essentials inside it in the event he needed to move into it suddenly or had guests.
It was a decidedly beautiful house though. Constructed by the Sakura Empire as a gift, it was built in the same traditional style that the nation's dormitory was made, with long sleek wooden walls and featuring sliding rice-paper doors. It was only one-storey tall but the design of it made it feel more than big enough, and the overlooking view of the ocean gave it a nice, cool breeze in the mornings and nights.
''Mn...'' The Commander grunted lightly as he climbed the final few steps. ''So... what so special that you led me all the way up here?''
Ping Hai smiled back up at him. ''You'll see.''
Curious he didn't question her further, climbing onto the veranda and letting Ping Hai lead him in through the side sliding door. The interior of the living room was predictably sparse, with only a single low wooden table in the centre of the large room and nothing else, just one or two bits of furniture dotted around. On the table sat a tea-making set, two ornate cups sitting on a tray with a cordless kettle and all the trimmings.
And sat by it was Yat Sen. The cruiser looked just as surprised to see him and he was her, blinking in surprise at him and with cheeks painting themselves pink. Then shyly she raised a hand and gave him a wave, earning a flustered one from him too, neither seeming able to speak in that moment. Ping Hai looked between them, innocent as a flower and pushing him into the room with a not-so-subtle push.
''Have fun.'' Ping Hai told them, and then shut the door behind him – audibly locking it.
''Ping Hai?'' The Commander called out in confusion, trying the handle – but it was locked. ''Oi?''
Yat Sen seemed equally as confused. ''Did they lock us in this house together?''
''Seems like it...'' He scratched his head. ''Ping Hai said she wanted to show me something, but I'm not sure what that something is...''
In the back of his mind he knew. There was only one 'something' in this house, and that was the young woman sat by the table. Yat Sen seemed to realise that as well, her cheeks darkening a touch but failing to disrupt her serene visage.
''Well I suppose we should at least have some tea and enjoy the fireworks?'' Yat Sen proposed with a slight smile. ''It's not dinner, but at least we can sit together for once. Your work can't save you this time~''
The teasing lilt her words took elicited a bashful chuckle from the Commander, and with an embarrassed smile he took a seat next to her. The cruiser went about boiling them some tea, quietly preparing and serving two cupfuls of it. The scent of it was a bit strange, the flavour of the tea a mystery – but trusting Ping Hai to not poison them they both took a sip. And promptly let out a pleased hum as they tasted it, the sweetish taste unfamiliar but pleasant.
''Mm... don't recognise this blend...'' Yat Sen murmured thoughtfully, taking another sip just to confirm.
The Commander hummed in agreement, drinking his. Over to the left the rice-paper windows were left pulled open, allowing them a perfect view of the distant fireworks; each loud pop and bang taking a good second or so to reach them. With the house completely unlit it was only the flashes of the fireworks that illuminated the interior, the flashes of purple and orange earning a soft 'ahh' out of Yat Sen, a pretty smile on her lips.
Minutes bled by in silence like that, only a sparse few bits of conversation passing between them before they went back to watching the fireworks in silence. And in the process the mysterious tea began to take its effect, the two completely unaware of the aphrodisiac that was mixed in with it – slowly making their skin hot and tingly, their breathing growing deeper as they tried to get more air into their needy lungs, trying to ease the heat building within them.
''Mn...'' Yat Sen shifted uncomfortably, subtly shifting closer to the window – her thighs rubbing together in a quiet bid to ease the heat building between them.
The Commander also felt the need for cold air and shifted closer – inadvertently sitting right next to her. Both of them looked at each other, checking the other out unconsciously. Yat Sen ran her eyes over his slim frame and strong shoulders whilst the Commander admired her plump chest and squishy thighs. From so close he could smell the perfume she wore too, the scent reminding him of fresh dew after rain.
''Commander...'' Yat Sen's voice was soft as she called out to him.
He swallowed, gazing into her eyes. His blood pumped faster and he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked in that moment, his eyes absorbing every minute detail of her pretty visage, from her long eyelashes to her soft, kissable lips. As if sensing where his gaze was Yat Sen pursed her lips together, a quiet exhale sneaking out past them as she shifted closer – ending up side-by-side with him, their legs nearly touching.
''Is it a bit hot in here, or is it just me?'' The Commander murmured unconsciously, shifting his left hand behind her, leaning down a bit.
Yat Sen smiled faintly up at him. ''I-It really is... maybe we could... cool off a bit?''
''How?'' His breath touched her cheek as he drew closer.
The graceful cruiser shivered beneath him, touching his cheek with dainty fingers. ''...we could get these clothes off...''
His lips grazed hers. ''I'd like that.''
Then without a hint of restraint the Commander dove in, closing the remaining micrometre of distance between them and kissing Yat Sen. The elegant cruiser moaned into his mouth, arm wrapping around his neck and kissing him back, her soft lips pressing against his rougher ones with a hot, simmering want, only encouraging him to snake his right arm around her lower back. Holding her close he deepened the kiss, their lips only briefly breaking apart so both could suck in a rasp of air before kissing once more.
It was addictive; the meshing of lips, the tilting of heads, the soft gasps and punctuating groans, it drove the Commander wild. He eased her back and Yat Sen didn't resist, moaning into his mouth as he laid her down onto the hard wood floor with him atop her – their lips not ceasing their make-out session for even a moment. It was only when their lungs began to itch from the lack of air that they stopped, their lips separating with a mutual gasp and their chests heaving in fresh, much-needed air.
''Commander...'' Yat Sen whispered to him, cupping his cheeks. ''...kiss me more, please...''
''Yat Sen...'' The Commander swallowed.
Their lips crashed together in another kiss. The cruiser moaned into his mouth, her long legs teasing his hips before wrapping around them, pulling his body flush down against hers. He relished the close contact, pushing himself into her and grinding his body against hers, the friction of skin-on-skin intense even with their clothing getting in the way at times. His hands pawed over her body, running down her hips and feeling her soft, plentiful thighs up, squeezing and groping them with mad fervour.
Yat Sen paid him back though. With a mewl she broke off the kiss and slipped a hand down between their bodies, groping at his crotch and rubbing it with quiet need, her breathing fast and hard in the moment they broke off the kiss. Their eyes locked and they held the stare-off for more than a few seconds, their breath mixing between their hovering lips. Until Yat Sen then finally spoke.
''I love you Commander.'' The words were whispered past her lips, her hands pulling him down. ''I love you so much...''
''Love you too- Mmph'' The Commander barely had the time to murmur his own reply out before she sealed their lips together, both of them shutting their eyes and enjoying the deep, intimate kiss.
Aroused and unable to contain himself the Commander slid his hands up her thighs and to her chest, groping her soft boobs through her dress. Yat Sen squirmed at his touch, breath hot against his lips when she moaned, tempting him to push his tongue into her mouth. Her own pink tongue slipped back and pushed against his, their wet appendages pushing and wrestling together, the lewd sensation eliciting a mutual groan from both of them.
''Mm... ahh~'' Yat Sen tilted her head, moaning into the kiss.
Their lips broke apart, and in a heartbeat the Commander dived in and attacking her neck. His lips grazed over her smooth neck and made her gasp, his fingers feverishly undoing the golden knot at her neck and peeling it loose – allowing him to tug down the collar of her dress, giving him more neck to kiss and nip at, extracting a string of whimpering moans out of Yat Sen. His lips ghosted over around to the front of her neck, planting a single wet kiss on her throat before going up her jawline, reaching her lips and claiming them in a searing kiss.
Then with a soft grunt he broke off the kiss, shifting back. Yat Sen barely had a moment to breathe before he was kissing the skin above her breasts, the small gap just above her cleavage giving him enough room to smooch. The hot string of kisses left Yat Sen mewling, her long legs loosening from around his waist and allowing him to shift further back, kissing her stomach through her dress and going all the way down to her thighs, pressing his lips flush against her soft, squishy thighs in a kiss.
''Mn~'' Yat Sen tipped her head back, her soft sounds of bliss partially lost amidst the distant pops of fireworks.
Another firework flashed purple, a loud bang following the flash of light. The illumination was enough for the Commander, his hands sliding up her thighs and hiking her tight-fitting dress up, revealing her simple black panties. He didn't hesitate, lust pumping in his veins as he bit the waistband and pulled her panties down, his fingers tugging the waistband down at the same time and getting them down to her knees, allowing him to pull her underwear off with a simple raise of her legs.
''Commander...'' Yat Sen whispered, one hand sliding down and running her fingers through his hair. ''That- ah~!''
A soft, arousing cry left Yat Sen's lips as he buried his face between her thighs, tongue stroking up her slit and teasing her hot, needy folds. His tongue eagerly squirmed itself inside of her sex, spreading her folds open with his thumbs and swirling his wet appendage around her insides, feeling her hot inner walls clench tight around it. He pushed back against the clenching flesh, shuddering at the sound of Yat Sen's throaty moan.
His hands slid down to her thighs, groping them roughly and lifting her legs up – the act made all the more lewd as he felt her insides quiver around his tongue, only encouraging him to swirl his tongue around more boldly. He wiggled it side-to-side, between swirling licks, finding spots where she gasped louder and pressing his tongue against those weak points, loving the shaky moans that tumbled out of Yat Sen's mouth.
''Ah, C-Commander~'' The elegant woman whimpered, clutching at his head. ''Y-Your tongue...''
''Mm?'' The Commander hummed as he pulled his tongue out – only to start lapping at her clit, stroking the little nub about with each lick.
The cruiser jolted lightly at the feeling, a short gasp escaping her lips and her shoulders tensing; going slack after a brief few moments and with a moan slipping past her lips. She went right back to being tense when he buried two fingers inside her pussy however, the short gasp of pleasure that she released summarily muffled when he leaned up and kissed her, their lips heatedly meshing together as he buried his fingers inside her pussy, feeling her grip and squeeze them with every tensing of muscle.
Arching her back Yat Sen wrapped her arm around his neck, holding him close and making out with him without pause, the smacking of their lips sounding so much louder than the distant fireworks. His palm pressed against her pelvis as he jammed his fingers inside of her, the repetitive smack of his hand hitting her flesh accompanied by the searing flesh enveloping his digits, strangling them tight and emboldening him to push a third finger in, pistoning the trio of digits into her hard and fast.
''M-Mmph!'' Yat Sen's muffled moan tickled his lips. ''Commander, C-Commander...!''
His fingers slipped out of her with a jerk of his wrist, leaving Yat Sen gasping – and then moaning when he shifted back between her thighs and buried his tongue back inside of her. She shut her legs around his head, her soft thighs squishing against his cheeks and encouraging him deeper, his tongue worming around her wet, quivering insides, the sweet taste of her honey enticing him to stroke his tongue around for more of it.
Gripping her thighs tighter the Commander relentlessly ate her out, nose pressed flush against her clit and unintentionally rubbing it when he shifted slightly, eliciting a high-pitched whimper from his lover, her back arched and fingers all but pulling on his hair – the sensation more erotic than painful in that moment. He pushed his tongue as deep as it would go, wriggling it around to stroke her quivering inner walls, her wetness letting him slide his tongue around with impunity, teasing her to her peak.
''C-Commander!''
Yat Sen's cry permeated the room as she climaxed on his tongue. Tangy-sweet honey gushed around his tongue and he lapped it up, his squirming tongue teasing her hypersensitive insides and prolonging her powerful, back-arching orgasm for that few extra seconds, her legs raised up high and her toes curled tight.
Then the Commander withdrew his tongue from her sex, and with a whimper the cruiser flopped back onto the floor, her chest heaving with each rasping breath she drew. He watched her breasts move, aroused by the sight as he sat upright, his hands going down to his belt and lustfully unbuckling his belt. The jingling sound resounded throughout the empty room, drawing Yat Sen's breathless gaze as he shoved his pants down to his knees along with his boxers, exposing his rock-hard cock.
''Ah...'' Yat Sen licked her dry lips anxiously, gazing up at him. ''Do it... take me, Commander...''
The words, whispered with such quiet need, were too irresistible for the Commander to ignore. He pushed her thighs apart and moved between them, feeling the warmth of her skin against his hips and pushing himself against Yat Sen – pressing his crotch against hers. His cock rubbed against her wet folds when he rocked his hips, coaxing out a mutual groan from the both of them, the heat radiating off of their lower parts only encouraging him to grind on her sex.
''Don't tease me~'' Yat Sen mewled the words out. ''Just... hold me hand when you do it...''
The Commander gladly obliged, taking her right hand in his left and holding it down against the floor, freeing his right hand and allowing him to grab his dick – sliding the tip up-and-down her pussy, stroking her folds with the head of his cock. Excitement rushed through his veins and lust pulsed up his cock, begging for him to put it in, but he didn't. Instead he teased both of them, putting just the tip of his cock inside and then immediately rearing his hips back, tempting himself with the wet, enveloping heat of her womanhood.
''Hah... Commander, please...'' She whimpered with need. ''P-Put it i- in!''
Yat Sen cried out as he did just that. The head of his cock pushed into her and slid inside in a single strong thrust, filling her velvety tunnel to the brim and making her clench down like a wet vice. The hot, intense grip on his cock instantly made him moan, pressing himself into Yat Sen and leaning over her, his hips rocking back-and-forth a mere inch or two at a time, the minute friction of his cock shifting about leaving them both shuddering and groaning.
Then with a puffed exhale the Commander reared his hips back, and plunged right back in. His pelvis smacked against hers and made Yat Sen moan, the wet slap of his cock filling her tempting him to immediately repeat the motion, another resounding slap following the first. Then another after that, and then another after that – one thrust becoming many more as he slowly pistoned his cock into her depths, the vice-like tightness addictive.
''You feel so good...'' The Commander murmured to her, his breath tickling her jaw.
Yat Sen let out a breathless giggle. ''S-So do you... I never thought something so big could fit inside of me... it feels, just... a-amazing, hehe...''
The Commander shuddered at her naughty words, leaning down and connecting his lips with hers. With his body rocking back and forth maintaining the kiss was a challenge but neither minded, their lips connecting and disconnecting repeatedly – soon tempting Yat Sen to slip her tongue out. Getting the idea the Commander slid his own tongue out, their wet appendages touching and sliding over each other's in a lewd, hot mess, both swapping saliva in the heat of the moment.
''Ah, hah~'' The cruiser panted out hot breaths, mewling as he sped up – his pelvis clapping against hers with growing passion. ''Yes, d-don't hold back...''
He lustfully agreed, succumbing fully to his desires and mashing his lips against Yat Sen's – muffling their mutual moans as he pounded her pussy. She gripped him tight, the cruiser's long legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him into her warmth easier, his hips pulling back slightly before bucking forth, hitting her innermost parts with a fleshy wet smack. His nerves ignited with every passionate thrust, the friction frying his mind and leaving him wanting even more, driving himself in as deep as he could and jolting her whole body from the force of his thrusts.
And Yat Sen loved it. The graceful woman let out gasp after gasp, head shaking side-to-side and lips meeting his in a string of messy kisses or tongue battles, struggling to keep breathing when he was pounding her into the floor, his cock hitting her innermost parts. Neither cared for the wet slaps of flesh nor the creaking floorboards under them, losing themselves in the friction of his cock scraping her innermost parts, the tip hitting her cervix repeatedly and sending jolts of warmth up through her body.
''Mm...!'' The Commander shifted his hands down south in a moment of passion, tracing the curve of her smooth butt – before grabbing ahold of it, and picking her up.
Predictably Yat Sen gasped in shock; tightening like a wet vice around his girth and squeezing him tight, coaxing out a groan from his throat. Holding her ass tightly the Commander lifted her up, bouncing her a few times to get a better grip and sitting up on his knees. One shifting step at a time moved him over towards the low table behind them until he could lay Yat Sen against it; arousal rushing up through his body as he watched the lithe woman lean her elbows back onto it.
Then with his hands still on her ass, he resumed his thrusts – pounding himself balls-deep inside of Yat Sen and relishing the girlish gasps that fled her lips, each sound sweet and inevitably tempting him into another kiss, connecting their lips once more. She moaned into it, her head tilting back and her lips meshing with his own, maintaining the hot kiss even as he rammed himself into her wet hole, each forceful thrust causing her body to jiggle against the table.
''Myn~!'' A sweet moan quivered out of her throat when he grabbed her breast with his right hand, squeezing her doughy tit through her clothing.
He gave it a few gropes before returning his hand back onto her ass, holding her plush rear tightly and pounding himself into her more vigorously, the friction more intense as she tightened around him. Her inner walls quivered and clenched in erratic tempos, the wet heat of her flesh melting his mind and reducing him to a mindless, hip-thrusting beast, his cock audibly plunging into her slick sex and their sweaty flesh smacking together.
''Haah~! C-Commander~!'' Yat Sen cried out his name. ''Hah, ah~! Y-Yes~!''
Her voice rose in pitch, her throat closing up – until with a cute gasp and buckling shoulders, Yat Sen climaxed. He felt her tighten up around his girth, the smothering heat frying his mind and hastening the rush of warmth racing up his cock, until soon he buried his cock in deep and unloaded all of it inside of her; gasping and groaning as he spurted ropes of molten warmth into her, his hips jerking forth several times as he emptied his balls.
Yat Sen whimpered, shifting her arms up around his neck and pulling him down into a deep, lip-sealing kiss, holding onto him even as he pushed against her, their bodies flush together. Burning lungs eventually forced them apart with a heavy gasp, both of them panting and shaking in the aftermath of their mutual orgasms.
''W-Wow...'' Yat Sen smiled breathlessly, giggling.
''Yeah...'' He agreed with a chuckle of his own.
Their mutual laughs soon trailed off, their eyes meeting.
''Say...'' The Commander's voice dropped several pitches, taking her hands in his. ''How does another round sound?''
Yat Sen blushed demurely, smiling. ''I wouldn't mind it.''
In a heartbeat he claimed her lips, muting Yat Sen's squealing giggle as he pushed her down onto the floor, swiftly pounding her and helping strip her dress off of her.
And unbeknownst to the newfound lovers, hidden just outside one of the windows was a small gathering of voyeurs.
Ping Hai watched with rapt attention, Ning Hai stood with burning cheeks, Tai Yuan stammered and covered her face with both hands, whilst Chang Chun held up a camera and filmed the whole thing for a certain green cat.
''Lewd...'' The four murmured in unison.
Neither the Commander nor Yat Sen heard; going at it for hours to come, the fireworks flashing off in the distance.
[END]