A/N: Kawakaze's adorable. Always is, always was. Badass adorable too, since she had a bunch of swords~
Hope you enjoy her here~
Burning Up
The dull scribbling of pen-on-paper reverberated throughout the office, the sound joined occasionally by the flapping of turning pages or the shifting of documents into envelopes.
The Commander breathed a near-inaudible sigh, signing off on another document before sliding it into the finished tray or another envelope, the brief satisfaction he got from completely it outweighed by the dread of doing the next document. However like the good commander he was he trudged through it all, mechanically going through one document after another – the pile never seeming to get any smaller. The curse of paperwork doing its magic, most likely.
His secretary, Kawakaze, wasn't doing much better. The Destroyer kept a stoic face and signed off on her own batch of documents with methodical precision, but he had known the Destroyer for long enough to spot the fatigue wearing at her – from the slight slacking of her shoulders, the dull gaze, the uninterested downturn to her lips; he knew where to look for the signs. He almost wanted to suggest taking a break, but he knew this work needed to be done pronto, so he subjected them both to it reluctantly.
Mercy came in the form of knocking on his front door. ''Come in?''
A click, and Leander walked in – offering him a polite smile and kind 'here you go', handing over some mail before departing back to the mail room, working errands for him to help ease their workload.
Humming curiously the Commander opened the letter, intriguing rising within him as he pulled out a formal-looking letter. One addressed to him from HQ, detailing a plan to both raise money and improve the standing of Ship-Girls with the general public, by way of a photo-shoot for a bridal magazine. Both he and Kawakaze was chosen for it, along with several other commanders and their associated secretaries.
Though what caught his attention the most was what they'd get in return – a free stay at a cosy rural town in the Sakura Empire for the duration of the photo-shoot. Considering his prior boredom and the prospect of spending some time away from the base, and it wasn't a hard decision to make.
''Hey, Kawakaze.'' The Commander stood up. ''Come have a look at this.''
Arching an elegant brow Kawakaze obeyed, rising from her seat and walking over to his desk, accepting the letter he handed over. Her blue eyes slid left-to-right, reading through line after line – before her eyebrows disappeared up into her hairline, interest flashing across her face. She adjusted the paper slightly, double-checking to make sure she hadn't misinterpreted it, before then gazing up at him curiously.
''We can do it if you want to.'' He grinned. ''A chance to get away from work sounds fantastic right now, doesn't it?''
Kawakaze looked back at the letter. ''I suppose... though, do we have to buy the wedding outfits ourselves...?''
''I imagine they'll supply it. That or you'll just pick it out.''
''And you'll be a... male model, for it?''
''I'm assuming so.'' He shrugged, unbothered. He wasn't a model by any means, but this was about relating to the common person, not about being the most dashing person possible.
Kawakaze hummed, staring at the letter for a few moments before sighing. ''I suppose it's worth it.''
He grinned lightly, giving her shoulder a pat. ''Don't act like you're not interested.''
She shot him a dry look. ''I just think that it's a bit excessive. A bridal magazine? Really?''
''You'll look great.'' He soothed her, slipping a hand up and petting her ears.
Kawakaze whacked his hand away, cheeks pink. ''I-I told you not to touch my ears...''
''But you look so cute when I do~''
''S-Shut up.'' Kawakaze mumbled, looking away. ''If we're doing this, then at least finish your work, fast.''
His hand raised in a playful salute. ''Yes ma'am~''
Huffing the Destroyer returned back to her own desk, though he didn't fail to notice her thinly-veiled anticipation of the vacation to come.
X-x-X
Several days passed, and soon the day of their vacation arrived – a car then plane taking them to their promised small Sakura town on the southern tip of the empire's home island.
Both the Commander and Kawakaze arrived at the hotel they would be staying at right on time; the small three-storey building an old-fashioned one, with a slanted tile roof and fine wood walls, giving it a warm aesthetic to it. The large ground floor left plenty of room for the various commanders to meet and chat, most of them complaining about work or the Sirens causing some trouble in their respective sea zones, whilst the secretaries gathered in their own groups and merrily caught up with one another after months of not seeing each other.
Some of the secretaries, on the other hand, gathered and discreetly handed out small sachets of orange powder – a potent aphrodisiac whipped up by Akashi and U-73 to be used on their commanders, to help loosen them up a bit and lead to some 'night battles' in the privacy of their own rooms.
Oblivious to the latter gatherings Kawakaze approached the bar where Yuudachi was waiting. ''Good afternoon, Yuudachi.''
''Hm?'' The dog-girl perked up, halfway through pouring some orange powder into a glass of orange juice. ''Oh hey Kawakaze! Been a while~!''
''Mm.'' The more reserved Destroyer just smiled, leaning gracefully against the bar and looking over at the bartender. ''One orange juice, please.''
''Coming right up~''
Nodding slightly Kawakaze refocused on her wild sister-ship. ''How has Shigure been, back at the base?''
''Heh, she's been havin' fun~'' Yuudachi merrily spoke, grinning. ''Both of us share our commander and take turns together with him; she didn't wanna come though, so I get to put on the dresses, heh~''
''I'd prefer if you didn't tell me about your... private life, in such detail.'' Kawakaze flatly remarked.
The dog-girl just pouted. ''What? It's not like it's a secret or anything!''
''You still shouldn't be spouting that off without a care though.''
''Bleh~'' Yuudachi, mature as she was, just stuck her tongue out.
Rolling her eyes in a mixture of exasperation and amusement Kawakaze glanced over at the bartender just as he left, her glass of orange juice sat next to Yuudachi's. ''Right. Anyway, I'll catch up later. I'll take this to the Commander first.''
''Mm; catch ya later~!''
Nodding Kawakaze took one of the glasses back over to her Commander, parting ways with her sister-ship.
X-x-X
The next day both the Commander and Kawakaze left their cosy hotel for the photo-shoot; taking a car to the next city over where the studio itself was.
Doing the shoot itself was fairly straight-forward, contrary to Kawakaze's expectations. They were given a list of outfits to choose from, had a make-up artist put on some extra make-up and had a hair stylist fix up their hair, then they put on the outfit, stood in front of a camera in a couple different poses, and that was that. All in all it took about an hour to get ready and only ten minutes to make use of it; though due to the number of commanders and secretaries present, it'd take a good few hours to get through them all.
As Javelin stood with her commander getting pictured, Kawakaze glanced over at her own Commander – not failing to notice the paleness to his complexion. She eyed him closely, watching how he swayed ever-so-slightly and how his clammy hands clenched and unclenched slowly, his breathing a bit erratic and his weight shifting from one foot to the other. He wasn't looking good; even though they'd hadn't eaten or drunk anything that could give him food poisoning or anything.
''Commander.'' The stoic Destroyer finally spoke up. ''Are you alright?''
''Hm? Ah, yes, yes. Just a bad night, is all.'' Her Commander offered a reassuring smile, wiping at his brow. ''Couldn't sleep much, and it's a bit stuffy in here, you see.''
Kawakaze hummed slowly in acknowledgement, tentatively accepting his reasoning – though personally she didn't find it that hot at all, although granted that could be because of her looser wedding dress compared to his form tight suit.
The photo-shoot carried on as planned, and although the Commander looked a bit haggard he was able to model with her fairly well, the camera not able to pick up on the subtler signs of his weariness. She did a few photos by herself and he did some alone as well, before just like that both were done and dusted for the day.
Leaving her Commander to sit and rest Kawakaze went over to the refreshments table – a little thing in the corner of the room filled with water bottles, some finger foods and other little snacks to keep them going. And to her exasperation Kawakaze found Yuudachi there, already stuffing herself with the sausage rolls and cold sausage fingers, wolfing them down like the dog she was. It was only the flat stare of her own Commander that stopped her from gobbling the whole lot down.
''Do you really have to eat so much all the time?'' Kawakaze couldn't help but remark, tone deadpan.
''Uf course!'' Yuudachi's words were muffled by the sausage rolls in her mouth. ''Itsh tasty!''
The more reserved Shiratsuyu-class sister rolled her eyes, meandering past Yuudachi and plucking up a couple warm spring rolls and munching on them, grabbing a paper plate and popping a few on it for her Commander as well, along with a bottle of water.
Yuudachi took notice. ''Where's your commander? He tired already?''
''He's not feeling well.'' Kawakaze informed simply. ''Only started last night, apparently, though he hadn't consumed anything that would make him ill. He claims it was just a bad night, but I'm not so sure.''
Yuudachi swallowed the food in her mouth and scratched her chin, a thoughtful furrowing of her brow betraying the effort she was putting into actually thinking about a problem before tackling it. Often times literally, in most cases.
''Hn...'' A flash of orange wallpaper across the room inspired a thought in Yuudachi. ''Wait, maybe it was the orange juice?''
''Orange juice?'' Kawakaze raised a brow. ''He isn't allergic to it, as far as I'm aware.''
''No, I mean... erm... maybe you took the wrong one?'' Yuudachi laughed awkwardly, tail flapping behind her nervously. ''I-I put a little something in my one, and you might've taken it, aha...''
''...explain.'' Kawakaze gave her sister a highly unimpressed look.
Yuudachi flushed, grinning sheepishly. ''W-Well, ya see, me and the others were gonna have fun with our commanders, so we asked Akashi and U-73 to make some aphro-thingy that gets them all worked up... but since we both ordered orange juice, maybe you took mine by accident?''
Kawakaze's cheeks went pink. ''Y-You mean...''
''Yeah...'' Yuudachi sheepishly smiled. ''I think your commander is all restless 'cause he's constantly pent-up... it's supposed to last a couple days too, since we were planning on doing it for a couple days...''
Yuudachi's words only darkened Kawakaze's blush further, cheeks aflame and head bowed slightly to hide it – only then connecting the dots and realising why the Commander looked as unwell as he did. To think that he was pent-up was embarrassing enough... but combined with the knowledge that it was she who made the mistake and gave him the drink inspired a slight guilt within her as well, the two mixing into an uncomfortable mess in her gut.
''I see...'' Kawakaze murmured, more to herself than Yuudachi. ''I'll... try and help him relax, then.''
Yuudachi just grinned, smacking her on the back. ''Good on you! I knew you always liked hi- Mmph?!''
''Shut up!'' Kawakaze hissed, covering her sister's mouth with one hand and a flustered blush.
Yuudachi just giggled, giving her a cheeky thumbs-up.
X-x-X
Eventually the photo-shoot came to a close and everyone returned back to their hotel, most returning to their rooms with a suspicious sort of haste, all of them still wearing their borrowed wedding outfits.
Neither the Commander nor Kawakaze returned to their room, however. Halfway through the car ride home the Commander's temperature had risen quite significantly, prompting Kawakaze to suggest a walk through the surrounding park to help him cool off. He gratefully accepted such an offer, and as such the two found themselves meandering along the cobblestone path, the darkened forest around them lit up only by the black metal poles bearing a deep amber light atop them, giving enough light to see but not enough to spoil the warm vibe the lighting gave off.
Kawakaze's thoughts however were occupied by more than their surroundings, still mulling over the information given to her by Yuudachi. The guilt gnawed at her as did other bubbling emotions, the latter causing her cheeks to pinken whenever she spared a glance over at her Commander. She debated what to do, wondering if perhaps she could call Yuubari and see if she had any cures, but realised that even if she did by the time they reached the Commander the aphrodisiac would begin to wear off anyway... after several days of him suffering through it alone.
Shaking her head slightly Kawakaze dismissed the possibility, the ground underfoot rising up as she crossed a bridge. It was a little wooden thing, not raised up too high and stretching across a pond, tempting Kawakaze to sit on the railing and swing her legs over the edge.
The Commander slowed to a stop next to her, leaning against the railing too and breathing out a sigh, relaxing in the cold air. It seemed to help ease his illness, at least... but she knew well that when they got back into the warm hotel, he'd go right back to being unwell. And with them sharing a room together it wasn't as if he could reasonably 'relieve' himself to lessen the pressure within him.
Thus, the Destroyer found the strength to speak. ''I think I know what ails you, Commander.''
''You do?'' His brows raised in surprise, tilting his head her way. ''I'm still convinced it's just a bad night's sleep, Kawakaze.''
''Poor sleep doesn't give you clammy hands and a temperature, Commander.'' She corrected him, casting a sidelong glance at him. ''As for what caused your illness... that would be my fault.''
''Huh?''
''Yuudachi and I both ordered an orange juice at the bar. I took hers by accident.'' Kawakaze's cheeks went pink as she admitted her mistake, a tinge of shame present. ''She had added... an aphrodisiac, to hers, to give to her own commander for the night ahead.''
''Seriously?!'' The Commander asked, incredulous. ''I mean, now that you say that, I guess it does make a bit of sense... but wow, never would've expected that, haha...''
Kawakaze smiled slightly, though it was quick to fade as guilt took ahold. ''I apologise for putting you into this situation. Since it was my fault, I would be willing to help you... get some 'release', to ease your discomfort.''
The Commander flushed. ''I-It's alright Kawakaze; it was an honest mistake, you don't have to force yourself.''
Kawakaze's own cheeks went pink. ''...who said I had to force myself? I... might not mind helping you out with this.''
''You... what?''
The Destroyer swung her legs over the railing, her shoes tapping down against the wooden walkway underfoot as she stood before him. ''...though I never expected this to be the situation where I said it, but... I see you more than just a superior, Commander. I've had this feeling that you were the one I've always been needing; the one, if we're to be so fanciful about it.''
Her cheeks reddened and she looked slightly off to the side, embarrassed. ''So... I wouldn't mind helping you. It's the least I could do for you, my... my b-beloved...''
She mumbled the last word, throat closing up with embarrassment, but the Commander heard it all the same.
''Really? Wow, I uh...'' The Commander sheepishly scratched his head. ''Never thought in a hundred years this is how I'd get a confession, aha...''
A slight smile crossed his lips at the same time, allowing him to take one of her hands in his. ''Still... I'm happy to hear you say those words, Kawakaze.''
His right hand slid up, cupping her cheek and running his thumb over it, feeling the warmth of her skin when she blushed. A slight tug was all it took to make the Destroyer lean in, his own head leaning down more to her height – until their lips finally touched.
It was a slow, gentle sort of kiss, both of them inexperienced but not rushing it. His own lips were rougher and dry compared to her own softer, smaller ones; the slight lipstick she wore for the photo-shoot still present upon them, only encouraging him to deepen the kiss that little bit further. Burning lungs began to pull them apart, their lips leaving as they both inhaled a mutual breath, eyes meeting – and then they went right back to kissing, a muted groan bubbling out of Kawakaze's throat as she meshed her lips with his.
Then in unison they both pulled back from the kiss, breathing slightly heavier than before. Just kissing Kawakaze was enough to leave his lips tingling pleasantly, a distinctly aroused buzz building within him. Kawakaze herself must've noticed it, her cheeks turning red as she met his eyes – her free hand demurely coming up and grasping his, tugging on it.
''Over here.'' She whispered to him, pulling him away from the bridge.
The Commander didn't resist her pull, letting her guide him down the wooden bridge and along the cobblestone path. They went under one of the deep amber lights and just stepped into the dark patch between it and the next light when Kawakaze gave his hand another tug, pulling him not further down the path, but off to the side – into the woods. Arousal and excitement spiked within him and he agreed, silently following in lockstep with Kawakaze as the two slipped past the tall shrubs and around the thick oak trees.
Until soon they came to a small patch of grass between the trees, a dozen or so feet off of the main path. Far away from the hotel as they were and given the time of night, and it was unlikely they'd be found, even while both were wearing their bright white outfits. His own suit-and-tie uniform felt so constrictive then in that moment that he couldn't resist the urge to loosen said tie, his hands then going down and popping some of the jacket buttons open.
''Commander...'' Kawakaze's soft murmur drew his gaze back onto her.
The Destroyer blushed, bashful, but pulled him towards her all the same. Entranced he went with her, one hand wrapping around the small of her back and letting her loop her arms behind his neck, lowering both of them down onto the grass with her beneath him. The umbrella she carried around with her rolled off to the side, neither caring for it in that moment – any words sealed away as he leaned down and claimed her lips in a searing kiss.
''Mmph...'' Kawakaze shuddered as his right hand went down, landing on her breast. ''Commander...''
''Yeah?''
Her lips drifted away from his, pressing against his jaw as she spoke. ''...for tonight you can do anything you wish to me, if it helps ease your... problem...''
The way her lips moved against his flesh sent an aroused shiver through her. ''...you sure about that?''
''Mm.'' Kawakaze shifted her lips up, kissing him on the lips. ''I'm yours.''
The Commander replied by reclaiming her lips, his right hand giving her clothed breast a squeeze. Shuddering beneath him Kawakaze let out a small moan, the sound swallowed up by their locked lips but turning the Commander on regardless, tempting him to shift up a bit and cup her other breast with his left hand – groping her chest with both hands. Kawakaze squirmed in embarrassment but made no move to stop him, mewling into his mouth erotically.
Daringly his hands crept to the sides, dipping under the thin material of her kimono and feeling her breasts more easily – only a thin bandage sarashi to hide them. Whilst Kawakaze wasn't the most well-endowed girl on the base she was hardly flat; her small breasts fitting comfortably into his groping hands, his thumbs sliding over them until he felt her nipples through the fabric and rubbing them about. The Destroyer squirmed at the embarrassing feeling, a soft mewl escaping her that was lost amidst the smacking of lips, the two lovers losing themselves in it.
''Mn...'' The Commander released her right breast slowly, fingertips tracing the underside of her tit before ghosting down her side.
Kawakaze ignored it, busying making out with him – only to then grunt in surprise when he reached down and grabbed her ass through her kimono. She pulled back from the kiss and shot him a flustered look, trying to look annoyed an failing miserably thanks to her scarlet blush and folded fox ears, making it more of a pout than anything else. Chuckling under his breath the Commander washed it away with a kiss on the nose, his lips then sliding down and meeting hers once more, distracting her by groping her butt gently.
After a few moments she loosened up, moaning into his mouth as she let him do as he pleased, as promised. Emboldened by that the Commander slid his hand down her thigh, groping the back of it before sliding between her legs, eliciting a shiver and groan from Kawakaze – the Destroyer intimately feeling his digits tickling up her inner-thigh, and soon reaching her panties. They were naturally white to help blend in with the rest of her outfit, the innocent colouration drawing a slight smile out of the Commander, some teasing intent entering his gaze.
''You know.'' He whispered to her, kissing her on the cheek. ''I almost wish I got to see you put this on.''
Her cheeks burned. ''...you pervert.''
He stroked the front of her underwear, making her gasp softly. ''...when we get back to the hotel then, could I watch?''
''Watch me get undressed?'' Kawakaze murmured back in exasperation. ''I suppose, but I don't see why- Mmph~!''
Any further words were cut short as he kissed her with renewed passion, muffling her aroused moan. He rubbed her panties with more confidence, the apparent thought of watching her undress – if not borderline strip – for him exciting him. Kawakaze groaned in exasperation, her free hand coming up to hold the back of his head and deepen the kiss whilst her other hand went down and held his, guiding his fingers around the side of her panties, allowing him to tug them aside.
The Commander took the hint. Without a word shared between them he stroked her folds with his fingertips, teasing her gently and making Kawakaze whimper – before she tensed, as his fingers went inside. It was just one at first, but a second was soon to follow; both digits slowly pushing into her sex and making her tighten around them, the hot flesh of her insides only encouraging the lustful man to bury them in deeper.
''M-Mn... ah...'' Kawakaze shut her eyes, shuddering. ''T-That feels... good...''
''I'm glad.'' The Commander smiled, kissing her on the lips.
The Destroyer moaned into the kiss, shivering as he slowly pulled his fingers back out, barely half of them left inside when he abruptly jammed them back into her womanhood. His fingers were thicker compared to hers and to top it off she wasn't the type to get off often, making the foreign intrusions inside her feel that bit much more erotic. She clenched around them, her lower back lifting off of the grass and squirming against the ground slowly, unable to sit still when he was fingering her so lewdly.
Their lips broke apart several times but no words were shared – their lips smacking together in conversation instead, constantly pressing and meshing together. Sometimes it was rough and forceful, conveying their lust and want whilst other times it was a slower and more gentler kiss, sharing the love. His fingers weren't idle either, pistoning back-and-forth within her pussy and slowly moving a little quicker as she relaxed, a third finger rubbing her entrance as he teased her with the prospect of it.
''Mn, Commander...'' Kawakaze finally murmured to him. ''S-Stop teasing me...''
Grinning cheekily down at his secretary the Commander obliged, inserting a third finger and pumping them all into her in unison. Kawakaze quivered and moaned, back stiff as he slid his three fingers in-and-out, her inner walls gripping them in a fruitless attempt to hold them still. As if in response to that the Commander suddenly scissored his digits apart, pushing back against her inner walls and making Kawakaze buckle, her stomach quivering and becoming taut.
''Mn~!'' She whined through pursed lips.
The Commander chuckled, kissing her cheek and wrapping his other arm around her shoulder, holding her partially against him – allowing him to keep pumping his fingers into her pussy. She looked up at him with bleary eyes, cheeks aflame and chest heaving with each panting breath she drew, tempting him to swiftly lean down and kiss her once more, the feeling alone turning him on. Simultaneously igniting the arousal inside of him, and cooling off his need for that little bit longer.
It also made him plunge his fingers into her faster. Kawakaze clearly felt it, her slim thighs shutting around his hand and her toes curling cutely within her geta shoes, a strained moan bubbling from her throat. Even with his lips on hers it was audible, doubly so when she ran her nailed fingers down through his hair, begging him for more, for release. He helped push her towards it, his fingers moving audibly faster, stirring up her wet insides and his thumb toying with her clit, flicking it with his thumb whenever he could.
''C-Commander...'' She buried her face into his chest, her breaths rasping and hot. ''Don't stop. D-Don't... I'm almost...!''
He obliged, his fingers passionately pistoning into her and leaving her slim legs spasming in pleasure, her toes curling cutely. The grass hissed under them as her legs slide along them, her gasping breaths growing faster and shorter, even more so when he planted a kiss on her forehead and rubbed her clit with his thumb, pushing her to the brink. She squeezed his digits tightly, sticky wetness clinging between them as he scissored them about – until Kawakaze finally came.
''Hah!'' She jerked her whole body, spine going stiff and her free hand grabbing his shirt in a white-knuckled grip.
From so close he got a perfect view of Kawakaze, watching her writhe in silent, spasming ecstasy, her embarrassed expression made infinitely more cute by her pursed lips and wide eyes; desperately trying to keep her voice down even in the heat of the moment. Her honey soaked his fingers, her inner walls squeezed them tight, yet he didn't stop moving them about for even a second – unintentionally prolonging her tortuously powerful orgasm for a few more seconds, letting him witness the cute bliss on her face.
Then in a heartbeat her orgasm passed, sending one last spasm through her body before she went slack. A moan tumbled out of her limp lips and she went slack against the grass, chest rising and falling with each gasping breath. Her inner walls still clenched and unclenched around his fingers, the slightest twitch making her slim legs cutely twitch, tempting him to carefully slide them out lest he melt her into more of a mess than she already was. Kawakaze moaned all the same.
''Hah, haah... C-Commander...'' Kawakaze's breathed out, her cheeks burning as she came down from her high.
The Commander just smiled, leaning down and smooching her on the lips. Kawakaze was too out of breath to really kiss back, just groaning against his lips and rolling onto her back, gazing up at him.
Then her gaze trailed lower, down to his pants – his bulging pants. She looked back up at him, alluring blue eyes embarrassed but filled with an affectionate sort of determination, and so with a slight smile she squirmed her way down the grass, uncaring of any grass stains she left on her formerly-pristine white kimono. Instead her focus was on him, her lithe fingers undoing his belt and unzipping his pants in record time, tugging his swollen, erect cock out into the open.
Slim fingers soon curled around his shaft, squeezing it gently and giving it a stroke. He groaned, pleasure sparking along his shaft and tempting Kawakaze to touch him more, her fingers slightly cool to the touch as she got him off. She kept looking between his face and his cock, making sure she wasn't hurting him – and when it was clear she was doing it right she got bolder with it, her slow strokes escalating into smooth, methodical jerks, each one sending a pleasurable throb down his cock.
''Mm... let me, make you feel good too, Commander...'' The Destroyer whispered only for his ears, her warm breath exhaling over his cock-
-before with a soft inhale Kawakaze took his cock into her mouth. The Commander couldn't hope to contain his moan at the feeling, the wet warmth around his shaft instantly melting his mind and making him lay a hand on the back of her head to steady himself. Kawakaze flushed at his touch but didn't stop; her lips sliding down his girth bit by bit and carefully keeping her teeth out of the way, until finally she had him mostly between her lips, only a remaining inch of so not able to fit in without hitting the back of her throat.
Then with a slow, wet suck, Kawakaze dragged her lips back up to the tip, and then slid right back down. She repeated the slow, erotic movement, her tongue curiously stroking and sliding along his shaft at the same time – smearing her wet saliva along his cock. She tilted her head with each suck as well, pushing herself forth until her nose squished against his pelvis only to pull back and tilt her chin down, causing his cock to nearly spring out until she guided it back into her mouth using her tongue.
''Hah, haah...'' The Commander panted heavily, cock throbbing with lust as she played with his dick. ''Kawakaze...''
The Destroyer looked up at him, cheeks aflame as she popped her lips off of his cock. Grasping the base of his cock he poked her lips with his shaft, darkening her cheeks and tempting her to put her lips back around the tip, sucking on just them. He lightly pushed his hips forwards a bit, easing himself more into her immensely-hot mouth before laying his hand on the back of her head, holding her gaze as he pushed her down his dick.
Inch after inch went in easily, her tongue hot against the side of his cock, until soon she began to gag. He hit the back of her throat but his entire cock wasn't inside yet, nor did she try to squirm free – so with a lustful groan the Commander pushed her the rest of the way down, feeling the head of his cock slip down her throat. She made a wet, rasping choke, her throat convulsing slightly around his cock as she tried to both breath and suck, only heightening his arousal in that moment.
Then he loosened his hold, allowing Kawakaze to lean back and get some air back into her lungs. He pushed her down a few seconds later, stifling a groan when she sucked it all the way down her throat, her tongue stroking his shaft pleasurably as he throbbed in her throat. Rather than just lay there with his cock down her throat the Destroyer began to move this time, bobbing her head back-and-forth and slurping his wet cock off, the sounds just as erotic as the sensations.
''Hah...'' Gently the Commander pushed Kawakaze's head back, causing his cock to slip out of the corner of her mouth.
She looked up at him, slightly confused – only to blush darkly when he rolled himself on top of her. His intent became intimately clear and the Destroyer squirmed in embarrassment, legs slowly shifting open and arms sliding up around his neck, pulling him down against her. The Commander obliged, their breath intermingling in the brief moment before their lips connecting, sealing their mutual groans as he pressed himself into her, his cock prevented from entering her by nothing other than her thin white underwear that covered her lower lips.
In response the Commander lifted his hips slightly, spending only long enough to push his pants down to his thighs before he tugged her panties to the side as well, the tip of his cock sliding along her entrance teasingly. Kawakaze whimpered at the sensation, still slightly sensitive from her prior orgasm and leaving her unable to quell the rising need within her; a need which she vocalised in a soft, demure tone.
''...hurry, Commander.'' She whispered gently, staring into his eyes. ''P-Put it in already...''
Grinning at her cute reply the Commander kissed her nose, his right hand simultaneously guiding his cock into position, the tip touching her folds – before he rolled his hips forth.
''Mm!'' Kawakaze flinched, her eyes screwing shut as he penetrated her.
She was tight. The wet, searing flesh that clenched around his intruding cock posed some resistance as he slid inside, a bubbling groan escaping the Commander's throat as he pressed himself into her. He felt her legs twitch and jerk, tempting him to look down and meet her barely-open gaze, spotting the discomfort in them. Seeing that he slowed his hips a bit, pushing himself in with smaller, more gentle thrusts, his right hand going down and fondling her right breast to help distract her.
Kawakaze flushed, looking off to the side with rosy cheeks. He smiled slightly and leaned down as much as the position would allow, lips meeting hers in a gentle, reassuring kiss. She mewled into it, holding his cheeks with both hands and keeping the kiss going for nearly a full minute, waiting until the pain between her legs dimmed enough that she could nod at him. The pain spiked once more as he reared his hips back, his cock scraping her inner walls uncomfortably; only for a shy moan to escape her as he buried himself back inside her, igniting a burst of pleasure within her.
''You alright?'' The Commander murmured tenderly to her.
Kawakaze nodded tentatively. ''...Mm. Keep going...''
He obliged, releasing a low groan as he kept rocking his hips. Just feeling her searing heat clench around him was downright heavenly, but to look down at her flushed, panting visage only made it more erotic for him, their eyes locking for several seconds at a time before Kawakaze looked away in embarrassment. He solved that by leaning back in and making out with her once more, their lips managing to stay mostly together as he pistoned into her slick folds.
Her prior blow-job however had sapped him of some of his stamina, leaving him throbbing with need – the pent-up urges of the past day rearing their heads. His hips bucked harder and faster, driving himself into her slick sex and smacking his pelvis against hers, eliciting a cute gasp from Kawakaze before he muffled it with a deep, lip-sealing kiss, groaning into her mouth as he pounded her against the grass. She mewled back, her stocking-clad legs rubbing against his hips and jerking whenever he hit a sweet spot inside her; tempting him to aim for those little spots.
''Hah, yes...'' Kawakaze whispered in quiet, desperate need. ''Commander, d-don't stop...''
He didn't. Their clothes ruffled together and their flesh smacked hard, his cock becoming slick with her honey as he hit her innermost parts with each rough, plunging thrust. Her slim legs tickled his waist but didn't lock around behind his back, not until he blindly reached back and guided one foot towards the other – hinting. Kawakaze took said hint, a mewl of embarrassment arising from her lips as she locked her feet together as best she could with how much she was twitching, her legs spasming and tensing each time he buried his cock inside of her.
His hips began to ache from moving so much, propelled onwards only by the mounting pressure within his cock, warmth rushing up it and begging for release. He held it back with tense muscles, groaning as he planted both hands on either side of Kawakaze and bucked his hips forth with passionate fervour, pressing himself into her with each thrust and leaving her seizing around his girth, the wet tightness proving too much for him to endure for much longer.
''K-Kawakaz- Mn!''
Cum erupted from his cock, shooting inside of the Destroyer in thick ropes. He kept thrusting as he came, the tip of his cock hitting her deepest parts repeatedly and spurting his load into her womb – and with a tight gasp of her own, Kawakaze hit her own orgasm, writhing beneath him in ecstasy and clawing at his back. From so close he saw everything, from the arch of her back to the open-mouthed look of pleasure, her throat closed up to stop any lewd sounds from escaping.
Grunting and gasping the Commander kept moving, thrusting once, twice, thrice – before with a groan he buried himself in deep and just stayed that, riding out the last of his fast-fading high. The wet flesh clenching around his shaft melted his mind, his nerves so hypersensitive that it was impossible to ignore nor endure the feeling; prompting him to pull out with a slow roll of his hips.
''M-Mn~'' Kawakaze whimpered, her legs slipping shut as he climbed off of her. ''Ahh... C-Commander...''
The Commander was by her side in a heartbeat, arm around her upper-back and lifting her into a kiss, silencing her words. Kawakaze moaned into it, wrapping her arms around his neck and rolling on top of him, pressing her hot body against his – their clothing seeming to get in the way in that moment. As such the Destroyer reached up and grasped the shoulders of her kimono and pulled them off, shivering as the cool night air touched her bare skin.
Beneath her the Commander pulled back from the kiss, grasping the slipping fabric and pulling it down more, soon exposing her breasts – the material falling down to her obi sash and pooling over it. With lust in his eyes he sat upright, one arm behind him and the other resting on her rear, holding her close as he pecked her on the lips – and then went lower, kissing the top of her breast. Perhaps owing to her recent orgasm the mere kiss felt electric, her skin tingling in ways that left Kawakaze whimpering, one of her hands grasping the back of his head.
''Commander...'' The Destroyer whispered to him.
In response he kissed her tits more, his lips grazing over the top of them in a string; one kiss after another planted over her smooth, small tits. His lips went lower, finding her right nipple and taking the pink nub into his mouth, sucking on it slowly and earning a deep, needy mewl from Kawakaze, her fingers running through his hair in breathless want. He replied by popping his lips off of her nipple and attending to the other one, his right hand giving her butt a grope at the same time, admiring her slim curves.
Then he popped his lips off and kissed his way up her front, his lips smooching her collarbone before going over it, eliciting a mewl from Kawakaze as she tilted her head back a bit, allowing him to plant a hungry kiss on her throat, making his way further up to her chin, and then to her lips – sealing away her moan of arousal with a kiss. They dragged it out for only a few moments, breaking it off after just that long with a low groan, both out of breath.
Out of breath, but still eager for more.
''Commander...'' Kawakaze whispered, reaching down and palming his wet cock. ''...again.''
The Commander didn't even think of declining; renewed lust throbbing along his cock and tempting him to grasp the base of it, pushing the tip against her folds. Kawakaze pursed her lips and lowered herself down the rest of the way, silent as a mouse as he spread her folds apart and pushed into her slick sex, inch after inch snugly fitting inside of her formerly-virgin sex – until he bumped up against her innermost parts, finally extracting a whine from his lover.
He silenced that whine with a kiss, both hands going to her ass and groping it – lifting her up a tiny bit and rocking his hips, stirring his shaft around her slick, hot insides. Groaning into his mouth the slim Destroyer grasped his shoulders and lifted herself up, her inner walls gripping his cock tight as it left her – before swiftly plunging herself back down just as it began to escape, a moan tumbling out of her mouth as he refilled her insides.
''Mn, ah... M-Mm~'' Kawakaze's hot, hastily-muffled moans were amplified when he groped by the base of her tail; stroking it lustfully. ''C-Commander, not there...''
''Why not?'' He kissed the corner of her mouth, tugging on her tail.
She tightened around him, gasping. ''M-My tail's sensitive...!''
He tugged it again to test that, making Kawakaze tense up, her nails digging into his shoulders. The look of embarrassment on her face however was what got him off the most, enticing him to keep playing with her tail – alternating between stroking it, tugging it or massaging the base of it, his hips lifting up at the same time to drive his cock into her sex. Kawakaze dropped herself down at the same time, letting him slide in all the way and hit her innermost spots without fail; the repetitive slapping of flesh making her moan.
The Destroyer broke off from the kiss first, her sharp inhale cut short as she pursed her lips and tipped her head back, releasing a cute groan as she continued working her hips. He leaned back as well, gaze going between their bodies and watching his cock disappear inside of her sex, the tight flesh gripping him coaxing out another groan from his throat. Kawakaze was quick to get his gaze back up north however, their lips meeting a second later in a sudden hot kiss.
Then just a moment later their lips broke apart, both of them gasping in a quick breath. The Commander buried his face into her neck without really thinking about it, lips trailing down over her smooth neck and kissing as he went, coaxing out a low moan of delight from his fox-tailed lover, her hips rolling forth with more passion as she neared her next high, the mere thought enticing him to tug her tail more. His own orgasm began to mount, encouraging him to thrust himself into her harder, burying his dick into her with each ravenous jerk of his hips.
''C-Commander!'' Kawakaze rasped out, clutching at his shoulders – her stomach pushing up against him from how vigorously she was jerking her hips back-and-forth. ''I- Mmph~!''
A hand on the back of her neck pulled her forth, allowing their lips to connect in a deep, open-mouthed kiss – just as Kawakaze finally reached climax. She cried out into his mouth, convulsing against him, her insides searing hot as they clenched down upon his cock; and with a stifled groan of his own the Commander let the pressure rise up out of him, bucking his hips to meet her wild hips and unloading his balls inside of her, spurt after spurt painting her inner walls white.
The Commander held onto her as they came, mind white with bliss but still feeling the warm body pressed up against his, both of them riding out their highs. The initial rush passed and he felt his muscles turn to putty, a groan reflexively escaping his throat as he eased himself back onto the grass. Kawakaze flopped down with him, his cock slipping out of her creampied pussy with a soft 'pop' sound, allowing a trickle of milky warmth to escape her folds.
''Mn~'' The Destroyer moaned dazedly.
And after a minute of quiet panting, she posed a question.
''Are you... satisfied now, Commander...?''
The Commander just chuckled breathlessly, groping her ass. ''...not quite.''
''...then I suppose I should fix that, then...''
The two went at it for several hours more, eventually resulting in the Commander having to carry her the whole way back.
X-x-X
The next day Kawakaze found herself limping down towards the breakfast bar, hiding said limp as best she could by pretending to adjust her skirt every few steps.
Whether by luck or fate when she arrived at the breakfast bar she found none other than Yuudachi there, ordering another orange juice – though this time without a mysterious powder being added to it. And with all the instinctive wit of a dog, Yuudachi spotted her limp within seconds.
''Hehe, looks like somebody had fun last night~''
Kawakaze blushed furiously, whispering threats and whacking her sister-ship with a rolled-up newspaper, unheeding of how Yuudachi cackled regardless.
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