The heavy cruiser before me was incredibly powerful, and dressed inversely to the skill she possessed. A simple flap barely covered her breasts, though her lack of modesty wasn't bothersome in the slightest. Her lovely skin was reddish brown with warm undertones that made her appear vibrant and full of life.

She studied me with her red eyes, a fierce expression belying her roots as a huntress, sizing me up to determine whether I was an ally, a predator, or… her prey. A warm smile spread across my face as I greeted her, sliding her dossier away.

"Minneapolis, it's a pleasure to welcome you to our little fleet. I'm sure you will assist me in leading us to victory in many of the coming battles," I said, and held out my hand.

She took it, her grip firm, before letting it go and allowing a small smile to spread across her face as well.

"Commander, you are… not as weak as I expected. It will be an honor to hunt alongside you. Perhaps if you prove yourself…" She looked me up and down, licking her lips in anticipation. A heat rose inside me. Never had a shipgirl been this bold… nor had they even approached me at all. I had gotten close with Laffey, but…

I suppose the idea of the hunt would naturally cause a state of heightened emotions, of anticipation. I stayed still, however, even as she came around the desk and sniffed at me. "Yes… I can smell your desire as well… but I do not yet find you worthy, Commander. Hunt with me, prove you can take down an enemy… and then I shall become your prey."

"Then we'll go hunting right away," I said, to her immediate delight. A grin split her face as she grabbed my hand and set a quick pace for her ship. None of the other Eagle Union shipgirls were around, likely busy. My fleet was still small, but we performed well.

"Excellent. Let's find some worthy prey. I heard of a wild boar bigger than I have ever seen on a nearby island. Tusks as long as your forearm, faster than a battleship's shell. We will hunt it together, Commander. Then, we shall celebrate after we feast upon it."

We were standing on the bow as she controlled the ship with a thought, sending it sailing at top speed before latching herself onto me, rubbing her head against my chest.

"I'm surprised, Minneapolis, I didn't expect you to be so… intimate," I said, though I wrapped an arm around her. It was true I was feeling the stirrings of something as well. I had a weakness for her lovely shade of skin. It didn't help that she was so casual about this sort of thing as well…

"A huntress must know her hunting partner. I need to know your scent, so as not to be distracted by it, or have it lead me astray… I need to know your touch, so that it does not surprise me in a crucial moment. I need to know the taste of your lips…" She tilted her head up, pressing her lovely mouth to mine before pulling it away, "so that I may understand what it would mean to be your prey…"

She was a thoroughly sexual creature, I realized, but she was a hunter, and knew of the enjoyment of our baser instincts. Her desires normalized and acted upon without hesitation.

"I wouldn't mind a few more of those," I said, and she smiled again, though this was something primal and challenging.

"Then you should earn them. To become prey… there is something about you, Commander. Something I cannot yet understand. Now, would you care to see my body? I wouldn't want my breasts to distract you when we are side by side."

Before I could answer, she lifted the cloth, her two ample, perky breasts capturing my attention as little else ever had. Her brown nipples were petite, beautiful… a little puffy. Her body was incredible, well-toned and slender. She turned to her side, lowering the flap but raising the one that covered her ass.

Just soft enough that it made me desperate to hold it, though firm and toned, holding its shape well. I was in decent shape myself, but she blew me out of the water.

"Fuck, Minnea…" I felt my cock pulse in my pants, and she dropped her skirt, looking down at the appearance of my bulge.

"It appears you already wish to mate with me. Hmm… this could prove problematic on the hunt. Though satisfying only you would also be unacceptable. Very well, lie down…" She instructed, and I did so, the deck beneath me warm in the sun. She sat down on my face quickly, and I discovered her lack of underwear as her musk filled my senses.

Her sex ground against my face, her tender anus pressing against my nose as she positioned herself perfectly over my face, undoing my trousers and taking my cock into her hand quickly, bending over. She wasted no time, there was no teasing or buildup, she just took it into her mouth and started sucking, her lips wrapping around my tip as she alternated focus between it and my shaft.

"Mmph…" I moaned into her cunt, which went from dry to very wet as soon as I thrust my tongue deep inside it. Her flexibility was impressive as she continued to press her hips tight to my face even as I felt my member slide into her throat.

"Mmm… this might be bad… I'm enjoying your dick a little too much. Just this once, ok? Can't have you messing up our hunt. I'm expecting a lot more of you now though, got it?" Minneapolis's voice was tinged with desire, heavy with lust.

Not that I could respond, though after a few minutes she moaned softly as I wrapped my arms around her waist, her body quivering as the juices from her climax filled my mouth. She furiously jerked me off as she sucked on my tip in response, trying to get me to cum as I continued to attack her sensitive walls with my tongue.

She pressed harder against my face, pressing her anus against my nose harder, her scent pouring into me and exciting me further. I groaned into her crotch as hot threads of my seed filled her mouth, lewd swallowing noises coming from her.

When she finished, she lifted her hips, and I took a deep breath as she looked at me, cocking her head. "You… didn't stop sniffing my butt. Commander, you know you can't mate with someone's butt, right?"

"So you've never tried it? Sex doesn't have to be about mating. It can be fun too~," I said, sitting up and stuffing my cock back into my trousers. "That felt amazing, by the way…"

"I'm glad, but… I don't understand. You don't want to be my mate? You'd just prefer sex?" Minneapolis seemed dejected.

"No, no… I would love to be your mate. I mean, you are very forward with your intentions, and I don't know why you were so sudden even though you just arrived…"

She shook her head, "The life of a huntress can be a short one if she doesn't have a mate to watch her back and satisfy her needs. You are a hunter, my equal, worthy of being my mate."

"What about love?" I asked.

"Love can come later. Maybe then you can do what you like with my butt. My mate can have me any time he desires, however. You still have to prove yourself."

"I understand, Minnea," I said, and she nodded, wiping an errant strand of cum from her lips with a finger and eating it without a thought, a smile flashing across her face.

I was looking forward to this!

Three days we had been tracking the boar, our bodies covered in sweat as we lie low in the underbrush, waiting for a chance to take down the monster. The warship would only hunt with a spear, and refused to take a shot that would damage the meat in any way. This made opportunities rare. I could smell her next to me, my senses heightened, my body as naked as hers. She had fashioned for me the same tribal clothes as she wore, my uniform unfit for hunting.

Her soft whisper barely reached me despite our bodies being pressed to one another where we hid. We had set a trap, but the beast was cautious, smart… we had caught sight of it once, and it truly was massive. I clutched my spear at her words.

"Be ready."

I heard the soft turning of leaves as the boar moved through the underbrush, poking its snout into the clearing before emerging in full, moving towards the truffles Minneapolis had left to lure it out a few hours prior. She rested her hand on my arm, then squeezed it once the boar was distracted.

We jumped from cover, flinging our spears at the startled beast. Hers glanced off its leg, but mine… mine buried itself inside its heart. The boar stood in shock for a moment before collapsing, its simple brain catching up to the fact that it no longer possessed a heart.

I turned to Minneapolis, trepidation taking hold of me despite my success. It had taken three days to achieve this.

"I didn't mean to steal your kill, Minnea…" I said, but her eyes were free of malice as she smiled up at me. I could smell her exertion, her sweat… every scent clear as day.

She put her hand on my arm. "Commander, you are worthy of being my mate! A good partner always celebrates her mate's kills, his victories… as you would support mine. Our victories are achieved together, our failures suffered together. Now I shall teach you how to dress it, and then we shall feast! Then I will become your prey~."

She grinned, and we trussed the boar up between our spears, carrying it over our shoulders to the clearing where we had set up camp, stringing it up on an X-Cross we had lashed together. She pulled out her knife before looking at me, eyes widening.

"Commander, you've been hurt. Stay still, allow me to lick your wound." Minnea clutched my arm, the shallow cut bleeding only slightly. She ran her tongue along it, cleansing it, looking up at me occasionally.

I wasn't sure if it was safe or sanitary, nor did I care. Watching her go at it was… both endearing and very, very hot. "Minnea…" I said as she finished, standing up, "Is that something you only do for your mate?"

She pressed her lips to mine in answer, biting my lower lip suggestively before pulling back. I reached up and cupped one soft brown breast, squeezing it gently as she looked up at me, not moving away.

"An excellent hunt, my mate… I am more than happy to give myself to you. Wouldn't you rather we eat first? We've been living off berries and roots for three days…" she said, patting her stomach.

I let go of her breast, my own stomach growling at the thought of the succulent boar. She nodded, and I prepped the fire while she dressed the boar, carefully cutting out its waste so as to not taint the meat, then removing the hide from the rest of the animal with uncanny precision, carefully rolling and tieing it off.

She swiftly butchered enough meat for the night's meal, and we skewered it, the flesh and fat popping as we cooked it over the fire, pressed against each other, Minneapolis sliding her hand along my naked thigh.

"I like seeing you dressed this way, Commander. I appreciate your willingness as well. My mate's first hunt was with me, and that… that is truly special. Perhaps you are right when you speak of love. I am not a complex girl, Commander," she said, turning the meat to cook it evenly.

"Neither am I, Minnea," I said, smiling back at her, "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on, and if I'm not in love with you yet, I am certainly smitten."

"Your scent… I wish to know it more," she said, lifting my arm and burying her nose into my armpit. She inhaled deeply, trembling slightly. We hadn't washed in three days… yet even her scent was arousing. Pungent… her unwashed body covered in sweat, her musk clinging to her…

I slid my hand down her belly and to her crotch, feeling the gentle softness of her pubes. Well-kept, but long enough to be soft. How did I not notice this earlier?

"Do you object?" She asked, looking at me.

"Not at all. I'd love to experience them up close," I reassured her.

She lifted her arm. The sight of her armpit as it glistened with sweat enamoring as dusk settled, the firelight causing it to flicker and shine as the flames licked at our dinner.

I accepted her invitation, pressing my nose into her armpit, inhaling her musk. It turbocharged my arousal, my ardor held at bay only by the tantalizing sweat of meat nearly ready to eat. Her hand caressed the back of my head.

"My mate's scent is amazing… do you care for mine?" She asked.

"I'd rather no other, in this life or the next," I said, pulling back my head, her scent sticking to my olfactory sense like a welcome guest.

Her eyes shone with excitement, and then we feasted. She tore at the meat, as did I, juices dribbling down our chins as we lost ourselves in the glory of our kill. I looked at her, focused and determined, and I couldn't help but wonder what came next. I doubted she would just lie down and accept me.

I was already her mate, but this first time… I would have to earn my reward. I would have to hunt her as my prey, and when I caught her… then she would be my mate… forever. This much I understood. With a thud, a bone stripped clean of meat landed on the rocks surrounding the fire. Minneapolis stood and stripped, motioning for me to do the same.

This is where it would truly begin.

Minneapolis' naked form enraptured me, her lithe figure tantalizing as she sweat in the evening's warmth. Her pungent, sexy scent drew me closer to her, yet she backed away, pointing at my erection.

"My mate must prove himself… then I will promise myself to you always. Do not fail, Commander. Catch me before the sun rises," she said, and turned, taking off like a shot into the forest. I was hot on her heels, the sound of our footfalls breaking the silence of the evening. Her tattoos seemed to glow in the moonlight, helping me keep track of her for some time.

I could smell her, hear her breathing. I reached out, so close… and then she was gone. I stopped, hearing nothing. I fought to control my lust; I needed to use my senses to find her. Then…

"Find me, my mate~," A whisper in my ear, and I spun around to see nothing. I could smell her. She must be nearby… but then it retreated, and I looked for signs of her passing in the dark forest.

She left few signs, but I realized her work when I saw it. We had spent three days as close as two can get without being lovers, and each time I came upon her work, I could detect a lingering trace of her scent, as though she were urging me on. I breathed steadily, ghosting through the forest.

Every sign kept me going in the same direction, and that's when I saw the clearing. I hid behind a tree as soon as I saw her, back turned to me. She was watching the treeline closely, but I darted between cover quickly enough whenever she turned away. When I was right at the edge, I made my move.

I dashed out, prioritizing speed over stealth, and was able to wrap my arms around Minneapolis before she turned around. She panted in surprise, my erection pressing tightly to her rump as my hands wrapped around her breasts, squeezing them.

"Commander… my mate… you truly are worthy!" She moaned as I slid my hand down her body, pressing a finger against her clit, teasing it.

"Haa… there's supposed to be… haa… fuck it… Commander, take me! Mate with me, now!" She spun out of my arms and lay on her back on the soft grass, spreading her legs.

I got down between her legs. "I think I'll try this first…" I said.

"Commander, I am ready now, there is no need… but if you wish it, then please enjoy. My taste and scent are yours, though our hunt has left me in such a state…" she said, spreading her legs wider.

"I love it. In fact, when you return from sorties I expect you to come to me right away," I ordered her. A soft chuckle escaped the cruiser. Her hand resting against my head as I traced the line of her labia, her musk teasing me as I made my way to her clit, and then to the soft hair above her pubic mound.

I nuzzled it eagerly; the strands tickling my nose as I inhaled the cocktail of her musk, her scent, and her sweat mingling there. It was like a drug, my cock pulsing as her legs trembled. Her desire was palpable, her slit soaked in her juices. I couldn't hold back much longer, pressing my face into her crotch, driving my tongue deep inside her as I enjoyed her scent, her sex the object of my desire for days.

So close, and yet it was all about the hunt. We were all but naked, yet the hunt came first… now that the hunt was over, and that I had captured her… my mate was ready for me. The slight odor of her urine was added to the mix, but it only served to enhance the experience.

I was ready… I wanted it! I pushed her legs to her side, my feet preventing them from moving back as she looked up at me in anticipation. My cock pressed against her entrance in a mating press.

"My Commander… my mate…" She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer, my tip pressing into her.

"Minnea… I want you to be my mate… always…" I said, my voice gruff with desire, my need nearing something explosive.

"Yes, yes! I will," she promised, and I thrust my cock into her waiting pussy, her insides strangling it as soon as I was inside her. They pulsed, her heat driving me wild as I pressed against her cervix, my tip entering her womb slightly with each thrust.

"My mate's cock… Commander's dick… is it good? Do I satisfy you?" She asked, looking up at me.

"Like nothing else ever could," I replied, and she dragged my lips to hers, kissing me urgently, her tongue leaping into my mouth, pressing to mine even when our lips parted, saliva dripping from them.

Her expression was one of pure, unbridled joy, her animalistic lust hiding just behind it. This was my reward, my gift, the sealing of our unwritten contract. This huntress would forever the one beside me.

"Fuck me, Commander… fuck me harder! We shall teach our children to hunt as we do! You have earned everything I have to give you… and we have all night~."

Her lustful grin was infectious, and a few minutes later I was nearing my limit. The abstinence of the last few days making for a relatively quick shot.

"I'm cumming, Minnea… I'm cumming already," I said, trying to hold back.

"Let it out! There will be plenty more… fill my womb, give me this gift, my mate… and I will give you my love." She smiled, our mouths meeting once again, rendering me unable to reply.

I moaned and shook as thick streams of cum poured from me and into her womb, her cunt throbbing and squeezing me as my hot seed pushed her over the edge as well.

"I love you, Minnea…" I moaned as the last of my cum left me. She looked up at me, placing her hand on my face.

"I love you too, my mate…" She caressed my cheek, and we kissed again, my cock still stiff inside her.

We extricated from each other, and I lay on my side next to her, cupping one of her breasts and squeezing it, teasing her nipple as cum leaked from her pussy, staining the grass below. She shifted, so that she was facing me, and we lay like that, lost in each other, her thighs massaging my cock as I continued to grope her.

Still, my excitement was very much at its peak. I pressed her down in one swift, sudden motion. She ran her tongue along her lips as I pinned her arms above her head. She was docile, accepting… yet powerful and tensed. I sensed her desire to take the lead, and she verbalized it shortly after.

"Commander, no need for you to do all the work… ahh, you want that again~," A soft laugh escaped her as I sniffed her armpit again, the more recent sweat of our exertions joining the rest, her musk almost overpowering as it clung to trimmed strands of her underarm hair.

I nuzzled the soft strands as I had her crotch, enjoying it even more than earlier, when I had hardly noticed them. She was a wild, yet well-maintained, shipgirl, unafraid to embrace her natural self.

"Your smell… your scent… amazing… I can't… I can't stop…" It was earthy yet sweet, floral and wild, her sweat souring it, my tongue licking the salty mixture from it, tasting it as a sommelier tastes his rarest vintage…

Unrestrained, powerful… I placed my own underarm above her face, and she shoved her face into it, inhaling deeply, our mutual love of each other's scent driving our passions higher, until I felt it, her resistance, her desire to lead me…

"My mate, please relax, I will give you what you so ardently desire…" With just enough force to roll me over, she took control, straddling me and taking me deep inside her with a loud moan.

Both of us… our still-sensitive bits roughly meeting as Minnea immediately set to riding me, grinding her hips against mine, slamming herself onto me, rapidly bringing herself to another climax. Her rough ministrations weren't getting me any closer, but I think that was the point.

She bent down, pressing her lips to mine after her second climax, our saliva still connecting us when it was finished. Her words were gruff, desirous… "My mate's dick is amazing… I wonder what it would feel like in my ass. I said you could have all of me… so you can."

She got off me and rested on her knees and elbows against the cool grass, wiggling her butt suggestively at me. She was eager, and she was certainly wet enough. Her juices had run down her crack and left her anus glistening.

Yet… another desire swept through me… I wished to mark her, to make her mine even more than she already was. I got down on my knees, pressing my face into her cleft, inhaling the scent that lingered there. This one was different, stronger… even though we had been exposed to the air, the pieces of cloth we wore barely keeping our modesty…

"If you don't stop sniffing, Commander, it will be dawn before you even get what you want~," she teased me. In response, I rimmed her anus with my tongue, the gentle ripples of her flesh teasing against my tongue, her entrance parting for my tongue as she relaxed. Her rectum squeezed it in welcome, and my first taste of Minnea's ass left me wanting more, and more, and more…

She had held no reservations when she had squatted to pee in front of me on the second day of our hunt. I watched as her stream trickled from her, her eyes on mine, a small smile on her face. I wondered why I remembered this, until I felt the warm liquid against my throat, sliding down my chest, spraying against me.

"I must mark you, my mate…" she said, gasping softly as I used my tongue on her rectum to great effect.

I had no complaints and intended to return the favor. Why she chose then, and not when she was atop me… it didn't matter. I was all for it, and I couldn't wait to return the favor. The taste of her skin and sweat continued to enrapture me until I felt cum leak from my tip. I paused, staring hungrily at her wet asshole as it flexed, eager to have my cock buried inside it.

"Minnea… I'm going to take your ass, ok?" I said.

"Yes, my mate…" Her voice was a little weak in her anticipation, her head turned, red eyes regarding me in the moonlight, the tattoos along her body seeming to glow as my cock kissed her anus.

"I'm putting it in…" I breathed, my voice shaking. It was more for my benefit than hers, my excitement difficult to control as I caressed the brown skin of her cheeks, squeezing her soft, toned ass.

My tip pressed into Minneapolis, this shipgirl gasping as she felt her asshole stretching to admit me. She trembled with each inch that slipped inside her, her rectum squeezing me as she lowered her head to the ground, her ass still raised. I gripped it, squeezing her thighs as her legs trembled.

"It's so big… inside me… my ass is going to break! You're turning it into a hole for sex, Commander!"

I growled softly, bending over her, kissing her neck, "Minnea… Minnea!" I cried out, her name the only thing I could say in my nearly deranged level of lust. I thrust deep into her ass, my entire length spreading her wide open.

I was inside this cute… this sexy… this utterly gorgeous brown girl… this huntress! My mate… never did I imagine I would fall for a shipgirl so fast, considering that the feelings that tore through me, that ripped and mended my heart with each beat… those were all thanks to Minnea.

As I fucked her ass, I thought about the past few days, how her tattoos shimmered in the moonlight, how we had tracked through the island forest, slept in shifts, all for the sake of the hunt, of the perfect chance… and how we had achieved it together.

The image of the juices from the freshly cooked boar dripping down her chin, her moans as we continued to make love, the huntress and her Commander…

It was intense, watching her twitch as I dug my fingers into her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as I began to pound her, mouth slightly open, her head buried in the grass as her white ponytail hung limp at her side. I grabbed it, pulling her up.

"C-clench your ass, Minnea! I'm gonna cum!" I moaned, and her cry of pleasure as the first shot of hot, thick seed entered her bowels spurred me on, thrusting nonstop even as my own climax rocked me, the slap of my thighs against her ass nearly as loud as the scream of ecstasy she let loose.

"Commmaaaaannndddeeeerrrrr!" Her voice rent the night air, the forest reverberating with her voice. She could move silently through the forest if she so wished… but now she wanted it to know her presence, her victory… our victory… and the base carnal instincts that we were celebrating it with.

I pushed her to the ground, continuing my rectal assault, drool pooling beside her face as I came once, twice… then relieved myself inside her, her gasp of surprise as I marked her, followed quickly by a small laugh. "Haah… now we have marked each other…"

Then she was in my arms, legs wrapped around me, my cock back inside her cunt as she squeezed me, arms around my neck as we sat in a lotus.

"One last time, Commander~. You can do it, for me," Minnea urged me on, bouncing on my cock as she pressed her lips to mine. Her breasts were soft against my chest, her nipples firm as they dug into my skin. I gripped her ass, fingers pulling aside her cleft, the mixture of liquid inside her leaking out both holes.

Minneapolis ground against me, bringing me to one final, explosive finale, my cock twitching and seeding her with everything I had left. I fell backwards, her weight atop me comforting as she stayed as she was, wrapped around me, her kisses following me into a dreamland as the grass tickled my neck…

The warm sun woke me, Minneapolis stirring by my side as I lifted myself up, my skin caressed by dew-touched grass. She lay beside me, her soft snores turning into a small smile as I caressed her cheek. Her body glistened, and I could smell the stench of our lovemaking mixing with everything else…

I loved it. I would always love it…

Minneapolis swept into my office, wearing the wedding dress her class had helped her choose. I still remember the day, years ago now, that I had first seen her in it. I walked down the aisle, her insistence on a traditional wedding a surprise after her other… tribal leanings. Yet I supported her decision fully.

She was stunning, the dress hiding nothing but the essentials, her natural beauty showing as though a star had gone nova. I loved her immensely, and seeing her wearing it again only confirmed the feelings I always knew I held for her.

"My love… our little girl insisted I wear my wedding dress for you today…" Minneapolis informed me as a little bundle of furious youth came barreling in behind her, the young huntress jumping into my lap.

"Ha! I distracted my prey… I win, Daddy!" She giggled, jumping off and standing proudly. She was five now, and very, very eager to be like her mother, the most famous huntress of the Azur Lane.

"Yes, yes you did…" I said, patting her head as I pulled a wrapped gift from my desk. It had taken some time to find, but our tenth was supposed to be something special.

I got up and walked around the table to my love, my wife, my mate… and handed her the gift, taking her into my arms as we kissed. Passionate, full, and as full of love as it was on that night so long ago…

"Happy Anniversary, Minneapolis. I loved you once…" I began.

"I love you still…" She continued.

"Always have…"

"Always will!" She finished, another kiss sealing our promise.

If only moments like these could last forever…

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