A/N: My kind thanks to the anonymous supporter who commissioned this piece!
Richelieu, Cardinal of the Iris Orthodoxy, and also its most powerful battleship (though her sister, Jean Bart, would have disputed that distinction vigorously), walked briskly up the path leading up to the command center of the port. She and Queen Elizabeth of the Royal Isles had just been involved in a rather vigorous negotiation over the terms on which the next exercise would be held, and now that they had managed to reach an agreement, she had offered to bring the documents to the Commander for his official approval.
She had plenty of things to think about as she walked into the command center. Le Triomphant and Vauquelin were requesting leave to go visit the Sakura Empire, Emile was trying to organize a dance performance with Saratoga and several other shipgirls, the research division was trying to summon Gascogne, a sister of hers who had never existed, and the infinite other headaches of acting as a faction's representative. Plus, her sister…
Richelieu deeply regretted the state of her relationship with Jean Bart. Sure, they weren't hostile like she'd feared they would be when she arrived at the port to find Jean there, but… her faith had survived the war, and Jean Bart's hadn't. Her sister was grim, now, disillusioned, rough-spoken… She had tried to reach out to Jean, and while the other battleship wasn't unwilling to spend time with her, it was difficult. They had very little left in the way of commonalities, and her sister had never been one to hide her feelings. Perhaps the Commander would be able to help them bridge that gap, but also… perhaps not. It was her duty, not his, anyways.
Borne along by these musings, she paused some distance from the Commander's door, hearing some odd noises behind it. She couldn't make them out, though, and moved closer. Still, the thick, heavy doors were well-designed for soundproofing, and blocked her from hearing anything distinct, only that whatever it was, it was both a female's voice and a man's, presumably the Commander.
She strode closer to the door. Perhaps someone had come by to ask the Commander for advice on some problem or other, as many of the shipgirls at the base did, herself included on occasion. If that was the case, she could either interrupt briefly or simply retreat quietly and return later. She laid one hand on the door, pushing it open just an unobtrusive crack so that she could see and hear what was going on. Doing so got her much more than she had bargained for.
Takao, the Commander's current secretary, was bent forward over the desk, her uniform blouse unbuttoned, breasts squishing and rubbing on the polished oak. Her skirt was flipped up, and the Commander, his pants down, was plunging himself into her. The Sakura cruiser's eyes were closed, her teeth gritted, her expression immensely lewd, and the Commander was thoroughly focused on her. Neither of them noticed that they had just gained an audience.
"Mon Dieu," Richelieu whispered quietly, her hand going to her mouth as the Commander pulled Takao up roughly, capturing her mouth in a sloppy kiss. Takao let out a moan of pleasure as they broke the kiss off, then gasped and reached back, gripping his arm as he held her by the waist, his continued thrusts making her knees buckle. Richelieu wasn't utterly naïve, and knew, at least intellectually, that men and women could do things like this, but she'd never actually seen something along these lines. Her time had been taken up by more important things; administration, prayer, and leadership, plus maintaining her personal relationships with the other ships in her faction. Even if her faith hadn't encouraged her to maintain her chastity, she simply hadn't felt it necessary to find the time.
Even her inexperienced eye could tell, however, that this was far different from the act of love that her faith taught was right and proper. For one thing, the Commander and Takao weren't married, at least to the best of her knowledge. More importantly, it didn't seem to be for the purpose of affirming their deep and abiding love and making legally begotten offspring. No, this was an act purely for the purpose of satiating lust, sinfully seeking only the pleasure of the flesh… a point which was driven home for her as the Commander sank one hand into one of Takao's generous breasts, groping it aggressively, as his other hand invaded Takao's mouth, two fingers pressing deep as the cruiser moaned whorishly, her drool dripping onto the table as his fingers kept her mouth open.
Their movements quickened, building towards some climax, and Richelieu shook her head, snapping out of the trance she'd fallen into, watching the two of them… fuck? There was no other word that could describe it, not adequately. She knew that they would probably finish quickly, and didn't want them to notice that she'd been watching. She let go of the door, and it swung near-silently shut. She backed away, shaking slightly, legs a bit weak from what she'd seen. Her thoughts were in disarray, and she retreated into prayer, lifting her rosary to her lips. "Notre Père, qui es aux cieux…"
As she worked through her prayers, she felt her unsettled thoughts reordering themselves, and by the time Takao pushed open the door, her composure was restored. The dark-haired woman's face was still slightly flushed, but her clothing was rearranged and Richelieu could almost pretend to herself that she hadn't seen her in the throes of ecstasy mere minutes ago. "…priez pour nous pécheurs, maintenant et à l'heure de la mort. I am sorry, Takao. I was simply saying my prayers as I waited without, for I could hear that someone was within, along with the Commander. Were you discussing something of import?" she asked, as innocently and calmly as she could manage.
The Sakura woman's expression almost managed to go unshaken, but her eyes flickered and her ears twitched, revealing their presence amidst her long, dark hair. "Yes, I am glad you did not interrupt," she said in her trademark cool tones. "Are those the agreed-upon exercise terms? Please, come in. I know Shikikan will wish to discuss them with you before signing them." The white-clad cruiser stood aside, bowing respectfully to the Cardinal as she waved her into the room, which looked for all the world as if nobody had been satiating their lust atop the desk not five minutes past.
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Richelieu could hardly believe what she had seen. Perhaps it is just le Commandant and Takao. It is not so ill if they simply find joy in each other's bodies, is it? If that was what she hoped, she was to be sorely mistaken. The next day, perhaps sensitized to the possibility, she noticed that Brooklyn left the Commander's office sweaty and with her hair in disarray, something sticky staining her thigh, and Ayanami and the Commander disappeared together, and when they reappeared the Commander's collar was misbuttoned, his fly unzipped, and Ayanami was flushed and wobbly on her legs.
Hoping, against all hope, that they were the only three, she took it upon herself to try to maintain some kind of record… and found that within two weeks, she had reason to believe that twenty separate shipgirls were having at least semi-regular assignations with him. Takao had been the most frequent, with six liaisons that Richelieu had been able to detect, and Warspite, Baltimore, and Hornet had each only availed themselves of the Commander once.
She needed advice. She had to admit it. Something about the situation upset her more deeply than it had any right to. It was sinful, for certain, but there was no aspect of crime to it, and most of the girls involved were not of the faith of Iris in the first place. Still, she needed to seek someone else's counsel about how to deal with it. Only one person came to mind: her sister, Jean Bart.
She found Jean Bart sitting at the seawall of the port, wind whipping her ashy brown hair as she stared out over the ruffled surface of the sea. The last battleship didn't look up immediately when Richelieu walked up behind her, instead continuing to look at something past the horizon visible only to her. However, when she cleared her throat politely, Jean Bart turned to look at her.
"Yeah? What is it, sis?"
"Er… j'ai un petit problème. Could I talk to you?"
"Of course." The affirmation wasn't particularly surprising. As cold a front as Jean put on, she was perhaps one of the most caring ships in the port, and she would never have turned down a request for assistance from her sister, even if she acted cool and distant most of the time, and even vehemently disagreed with Richelieu on some things.
"Well… it's like this…" The golden-haired battleship laid out what was going on quickly and clearly, trying to mask her uncertainty in clipped precision.
"Oh, yeah, that would be a problem for you, wouldn't it?" Jean snorted casually. "Come on, sis. He's a healthy man, we're all pretty damned hot women, it'd be weird if he didn't get turned on and want to do us. What's the harm in it? He's not religious, and neither are most of the girls he's involved with. It's casual, fun stress relief for them, and he's smart enough to steer clear of the girls who'd make it an issue. I don't see the problem." She looked Richelieu in the eyes.
"It shouldn't be one, I know," Richelieu admitted in an aggrieved tone. "For that matter, I'm confused myself. It just… it's so… it doesn't make sense to me why he hasn't chosen one girl to settle down with! He should have done that, and it would be fine." A look of dawning comprehension appeared on Jean's face, followed by a knowing smile.
"I see what the issue is now," Jean said amusedly. "Well, I think I have a solution. The Commander's needs have gotta be met, right? It wouldn't be fair to him to have to put up with his urges and have no outlet, would it?" Richelieu shook her head in the negative, agreeing wordlessly with her sister's point. "And the biggest sin of his actions is that he's doing it with so many women, rather than committing to one?" Richelieu nodded affirmation. "Well, then, it's easy. You just need to arrange for one woman, pure in her faith and intentions, to offer to take on the duty of relieving his urges and needs. Who, though… of course! The perfect woman to do it," Jean raised her index finger, leveling it at Richelieu's chest, "would be you." The smirk on the other woman's face was evident, and while not malicious, embarrassed Richelieu nonetheless with its wicked amusement.
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Richelieu inhaled deeply, her hand raised, and then knocked three times, sharply, on the Commander's door. It opened, moments later, his face lighting with happiness at seeing the Cardinal there. They had developed a rather pleasant friendship since she'd joined the fleet, but that now just made her more nervous about what she was here to do. "Richelieu! Bonjour! What brings you to my door?"
"I'm here to speak with you about a concern I have, mon Commandant. Could we have a moment to speak privately?" The Commander nodded to his current secretary, Newcastle, who curtsied, and then brushed past Richelieu, nodding politely, and let the door swing closed behind her, leaving the two of them in the room together.
"What seems to be the problem, Richelieu?" he asked, leaning towards her as he sat down, having first seated her politely in one of the two armchairs at the side of the office. "Is it more trouble with Jean Bart? I thought you and she had been getting on better over the last couple of months."
"Erm… no, Commandant. It…" she flushed. "I… euh… I have noticed something about your behavior that concerns me, and I thought I ought to bring it up to you."
He sat back, a look of concern on his face. "I'm sorry to be worrying you, Richelieu. I'm glad you brought it to me. What is it?"
"Well… why are you having… carnal relations with so many of the ships at the port?" She rushed her way through the embarrassing sentence, her blush darkening.
"Oh…" The Commander blushed, not meeting her eyes for a moment. "Well…" He looked back at her, meeting her eyes with an earnestness that would have been amusing if the subject wasn't so terribly embarrassing for her. "Truth be told… I have needs, Richelieu. I'm a man, after all, with a healthy libido, and, well, so many of you girls are so beautiful that… it gets a bit hard to hold it in."
"Well… what truly concerns me is the sinfulness of it…" The Commander laughed briefly, and her eyes hardened. "Mock not my faith, Commandant! I know you yourself are not a believer, but I worry for your soul even if you do not!"
"I'm sorry, Richelieu. It just was unexpected, and laughter was the wrong reaction, I apologize." His eyes met hers. "So what should I do to alleviate your concerns?" he asked, his eyes changing, becoming speculative for a moment. They didn't stop there, a confidence and hunger entering them, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Richelieu's blush returned. "If… if you had… such relations… with only one woman, then there would be no sin involved in my eyes. Mon Commandant… if you must relieve yourself, I ask that…" the words caught on the tangle of worry, embarrassment, and yes, desire in her throat, but she forced herself to continue, raising her head proudly despite her nervous expression and deep blush, "that you request me to aid you with your desires, and no others. Then my concerns for your soul will be alleviated, and your needs will be met."
"Are you sure about this, Richelieu?" While his gaze was now openly lustful, he was clearly controlling it, and his tone was serious. "I wouldn't want you to be forcing yourself into this."
"Yes, mon Commandant. I am sure." She bent her head in a measured nod.
"Then, Richelieu, I accept." He extended a hand to her, and she took it in a firm clasp, shaking on it. "I promise, I will not have sex with other ships so long as you wish to take this duty on yourself."
She nodded back… then yelped as he pulled her close. "C-commandant!?" One of his arms went around her waist, and the other tipped her chin up, his lips landing on hers not a moment later. He pressed her close to him, and her surprise mixed with the sensation of his body so close to hers, sending a surge of desire through her mind. She opened her lips, moaning lightly as his tongue took advantage, flicking into her mouth, tangling with hers and dominating it, before he pulled back slowly, letting them both breathe again.
"Then, Richelieu… I must say, I'm in the mood now. Are you ready?" She nodded, the confusing swirl of emotions running through her head too much for her to speak. A confident smile spread across his lips, and he leaned in, kissing her again.
"Loosen up," he said, his voice low and rough with lust. "You don't need to be so tense; I promise I won't hurt you."
"Votre pardon… Commandant," she said shakily, unused to the sensation. She tried to relax… only to jolt when one of his hands roamed down to her chest, an embarrassing yelp escaping her lips. He looked her in the eyes, seeing her surprise… but also noticing the desire there. Instead of removing his hand, he began to gently move it, massaging her breast with tantalizing tenderness. Her next exhale was shaky, the pleasure of his hand on her flesh sending unfamiliar waves of desire through her body.
She tried to rally her thoughts. I am not here to drown myself in the pleasures of the flesh, but to defend mon Commandant's soul and those of my sisters at the base! But why… if it is wrong to do this, why is it so good? She had no answer… but the Commander was kissing her again, and the sensation made it hard to even focus on that train of thought. She reached up, gripping his shoulders to support herself, and kissed him back as best as she could.
Her enthusiasm seemed only to inflame his desire, and he released the kiss, pressing her back into the chair, his unoccupied hand sliding down further… and pressing against her womanhood. His fingers slid back and forth, gentle friction sending pulsating heat up into her pelvis and making her shudder, a whimper of pleasure escaping her lips. "Oh… mon Commandant…" Her hands tensed, involuntarily digging her nails into his shoulder, and she bit her lip, trying to stifle her voice.
Her reluctance to cry out seemed to only inspire the Commander, and he started to vary his pace and pressure. Soon enough, she couldn't hold her voice in any longer, and moaned. Making that sound made her flush with shame, but the Commander smiled with pleasure, clearly glad to be making her feel so good.
She looked down, and saw that his manhood was pressing against his uniform pants, raising a tent in the fabric. The sight made her flush even deeper, but she reached out a hand, gently stroking it, feeling the outline. His breath caught at the sensation, and the lust in his eyes intensified. She could feel her own desire race to meet it, and reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him again.
He removed his hand from between her legs as she broke the kiss off, and she heard a zipper, looking up and gasping at the sight of his erection. "Are you ready, Richelieu?" he asked softly, his tone making it unmistakable just how much he wanted her. She couldn't trust her voice, so instead, she just nodded. She slid from the chair to the soft carpet, spreading her arms out to him.
He slid into her embrace, one knee between her legs, his arms around her. Then he released her, his hands landing on her thighs gently, spreading them apart. She laid back, biting her lip nervously, eyes averted as he slid her ruffled skirt up over her hips, and slid her panties aside, exposing her womanhood to his gaze for the first time. One of his fingers caressed it gently, then slid inside, extracting a gasp from her. He worked his finger inside of her for a few moments. She could feel how slick her insides were, how pleasurable his finger was… she tried to calm her mind with a silent prayer, but failed utterly, her excitement and nervousness too much to be so easily reordered.
Then he withdrew his finger, and something much larger pressed against her, rubbing up and down her lower lips, before he started to push inside her. He reached up and took her hands in his, interlacing his fingers with hers and leaning in, kissing her deeply as he thrust forward slowly and claimed her maidenhood. It stung sharply as he broke her hymen, but she fought through the pain, and he sensed it and stopped moving for a while, as her body adjusted. Soon enough, the pain faded, and he felt her relax slightly, starting to move again.
He was much bigger than she had imagined, spreading her inner walls apart, taking his time and making her feel every slight movement. She had had no idea that it would feel this good to give herself to him. Her hands clasped his, and she reciprocated his kiss as best she could, their tongues entangled with each other as he thrust slowly into her depths.
Eventually, he withdrew from the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting their tongues momentarily after their mouths had parted, and he started to gradually accelerate his thrusts. She couldn't restrain her voice, and let it free, moaning softly as he moved. "Hah… ah… Richelieu," he gasped, clearly feeling as much pleasure from the act as she did.
"Oh… oh…" Her voice seemed to act as a stimulant on him, and he sped up further, the friction inside her maddeningly pleasurable. She could feel the sensation building, threatening to overwhelm everything else. "Mon Dieu… mon Commandant… something's… ah… AH!" Her muscles tensed, her toes curling, as pleasure crashed through her body in an irresistible wave. She felt her insides clamp down on his manhood, the sensation only amplifying her pleasure. Above her, his body tensed up too, something splattering against her deepest parts.
Eventually, her climax receded, and she relaxed. The Commander, too, slumped down onto her, kissing her deeply as he slipped out of her, both of them recovering their energy. He recovered first, picking her up off the floor in a princess carry, settling her into a chair as she recovered her breath. "That was wonderful," he said throatily, desire still in his tone, looking hungrily at her. "Unfortunately, I need to get back to work… but please, come to my apartment around eight in the evening. I think we're nowhere near done for the day."
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Richelieu moaned, biting down on the pillow under her as the Commander plunged into her, taking her from behind. She had come to his apartment as stealthily as she could, after most ships were already returned to their quarters. Almost before the door had closed, he had been kissing her, and things had progressed into his bedroom quickly thereafter. He had been gentle, getting her aroused, and bringing her to the very edge of climax before he had stopped, instructing her to get on her hands and knees as he positioned himself behind her.
What he hadn't warned her about was how quickly the pleasure would make her arms go weak. Now, she was slumped down into the pillow as his thrusts pressed her into the bed, the sheets titillatingly silky beneath her bare breasts as they rubbed back and forth in time with his vigorous movements.
"Mmnnnn!" She bit down harder on the pillow as his member hit a sweet spot inside her, pushing her over the edge into the throes of her climax. Her toes curled, and her insides clenched, her whole body quivering as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Her pleasure seemed to only inflame the Commander, and his thrusts speeded up, prolonging her orgasm. Eventually, her trembling subsided, and her jaw relaxed, letting out a long, moaning sigh, as the Commander continued to pound her. She felt his manhood swell slightly, and looked back over her shoulder.
"Are you close," she asked, her voice unintentionally sultry as she recovered from her orgasm. The question seemed to push the Commander over the edge, and he thrust a few more times into her, then pulled out, stroking himself with his hand before spraying his seed over her back and curvaceous ass.
She yelped, surprised. "Mon Commandant! This is…" She didn't know what to say, flushing bright red in surprise.
"Sorry, Richelieu," he said contritely. "I didn't think you'd dislike it. Here, I'll clean you up."
"Non… it's not that… I was just surprised," she said bashfully. In truth, while she would have been reluctant to admit it, she rather liked the sensation of his hot semen on her skin. That sensation was only enhanced as he took a handful of tissues and started wiping it away gently, leaving behind just enough moisture to become tinglingly cool.
"I should not say this," she said, blushing again, "but that was… quite pleasurable. Merci beaucoup."
He smiled. "I'm glad you liked it, Richelieu." He leaned forward, kissing her on the nape of her neck, and his hand dipped under her body, gently squeezing her breast. She enjoyed the sensation… then noticed another, something hard pressing up against her butt.
"Again, so soon!?" she asked, surprised.
"Heh." He chuckled, slipping an arm under her leg and rolling her over to face him. "How can I resist?" he asked, as he guided himself back into her, drawing a stifled gasp from the battleship.
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"Richelieu! Mon Cardinale!" Richelieu snapped awake from her light doze, flushing slightly as Le Triomphant called her name.
"I'm awake, mon cherie. What is it?" The destroyer saluted cheerfully, clicking her heels.
"Le Commandant asked me to find you. He said he wanted to meet with you as soon as possible, so he sent me to get the message to you as quickly as possible!" The blonde girl frowned. "He also said something about bringing what he left with you, but I didn't understand that bit."
Richelieu blushed more deeply. She had tried to keep her deal with the Commander as quiet as possible, but some of the shipgirls assigned to the port, especially those who had been more frequent objects of his affections, had clearly put two and two together already. Which made it all the more imperative that she not let Le Triomphant understand that bit. "I know what it's about, don't worry. I'll be there soon."
She stood, hurrying back to the Iris dorms quickly. Once back to her room, she bit her lip nervously, then picked up the item the Commander had been referring to: an egg vibrator, one that was remotely controllable. They had used it yesterday, the third day of their agreement, and he had left it in her room this morning, when he had snuck out at four in the morning after their fourth round that night.
How would she get it across the base? She couldn't carry it openly; that would be far too shameful. Perhaps a bag? What if someone asked what was inside it? She tried placing it in her cleavage, but as she turned to leave the room it slid, leaving a rather visible bulge, and one that would be unmistakable to some of the ships on the base. She flushed, pulling it out. "Mon Dieu… I can't believe I'm…" She reached between her legs, sliding it up into herself, and then tucked the battery pack out of sight up her skirt. "At least it's off, merci a Dieu," she reassured herself, then turned, walking slightly awkwardly.
She hadn't counted on just how often she'd be asked to satisfy the Commander's lust. Four times the very first day! She had expected some respite, but the second and third days had been just as… busy… as the first. And now today! Twice before the sun had even risen, and now he was summoning her just after noon. Still… she could feel her body heating up at the prospect.
As she was walking across the port towards the office, she was surprised to encounter the Commander himself. He waved cheerily at her, one hand in his pocket – and she had to stifle a gasp as the egg inside her turned on, tantalizing her insides with its buzzing vibration. Slung over the wrist of the hand in his pocket was a basket.
"Hello, Richelieu!" He greeted her warmly, smiling at her warmly… but his eyes flashed suggestively, making her certain that he knew exactly what he was doing.
She smiled back, trying to hide her sudden arousal. "Bonjour, Commandant. Where are you going? Le Triomphant told me you were looking for me."
"Oh, I was hoping to see you, but I thought that since you were taking a while, I might head to the market, since I was caught up on my work. If you wouldn't mind accompanying me, we can talk it over on the way there." He gestured politely, and she nodded.
"Of course, mon Commandant," she said, flushing lightly at the gentlemanly invitation. They walked towards the nearby town, which held a market almost every week. As they did, the Commander started to converse with her about the state of the Iris Orthodoxy's contributions to the war effort, until they were a decent distance from the base. It would have seemed almost entirely normal to anyone watching, but Richelieu knew better. The Commander must have had the control to the egg in his pocket, and was toying with her mercilessly, varying the intensity in such a way that she could never get used to it. Soon, she was almost entirely unable to carry on her end of the conversation, her face red with embarrassment and pleasure as the vibrator worked away inside her. Eventually, when they were about halfway to the town, she couldn't bear it anymore, coming to a stop and leaning on the Commander as she shuddered with pleasure.
"I see you're enjoying yourself," he said wickedly. "You know, I thought you would have brought it in a bag or something. I wasn't expecting you to have worn it!" He grinned. "I lied about the basket being empty, by the way. I packed some lunch for us, but it looks like you might enjoy a little something else first?"
Richelieu nodded silently, biting down hard on her lip as the egg continued to torment her. The commander smiled more gently, and handed her the basket, before sweeping her off her legs in a princess carry. She clung to him, partly to make his job of carrying her easier, and partly because the change in position had moved the vibrator inside her to an even more sensitive spot. He clearly noticed, and hurried off the road along a path towards the seashore, where there was a little overlook, not quite a park, with a table and some chairs overlooking the beach. She tried to hold out, but about halfway down the path the sensation of the vibrator inside her overcame her, and she clenched her teeth, whimpering as she climaxed in the Commander's arms.
He stopped, setting her back on her feet once her orgasm had subsided, and reached into his pocket, turning the toy off. Then he swept her back into his arms, carrying her the rest of the way. She couldn't meet his eyes, blushing every time she looked up at his grin.
Thankfully, the place was unoccupied, and she was steady enough on her feet by the time they got there to help him lay out the blanket he extracted from the basket. Bread, cheeses, jams, and a covered dish of strawberries and cream soon followed. Richelieu was touched by the gesture. She knew he didn't usually care for Iris-style lunches, preferring something heartier, but he'd clearly packed this food with her in mind.
Just how he had had her in mind surprised her, though. She had expected to set things out and start eating, but the Commander captured her chin in his hand, tilting her jaw back and kissing her on the lips, holding it for a while before releasing her and sliding his hand under her bodice, gently teasing her breast with his fingertips. "That was too much for me," he said hungrily. "You're so sexy, Richelieu, I can't hold myself back…" He leaned back in, kissing her again, and she felt her body responding to his caresses.
"Mmmh… Commandant…" she sighed into the kiss as he slid one hand up under her skirt. At first, he just slid his fingers along her thigh, tantalizing her with their proximity, before tugging gently on the cord to the egg. He extracted it slowly, teasing her as he tugged it out of her folds, before his finger slid into her, finding her dripping wet from her previous orgasm.
He undid her skirt, and she wriggled, helping him to slide it down her thighs, before she pulled her blouse off, leaving her in just her lingerie in the open air, a flush coming to her face. He smiled at her, kindness mixing with desire, and pulled his shirt off, his skin rubbing against hers as he kissed her again. Then he undid his belt, pulling down the zipper of his fly. He was already hard, and the sight of it only deepened her blush, sending tremors of desire through her womanhood. His next action, though, surprised her.
He dipped his fingers into a jar of peach preserves, smearing them liberally onto his cock, then gestured, the implication obvious. She looked at him in surprise, then bent down. It wasn't her first time giving him oral, but the sticky sweetness of the preserves gave it a new edge. She licked slowly up his shaft, lubricating it and cleaning him, before taking his head in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked him clean. A daring thought came to her mind, and she suddenly plunged her head further down, gagging as she deepthroated him for the first time, her tongue sliding over his shaft as she "cleaned" him fully.
She had to pull back for breath soon enough, but he put his hand on her cheek, stopping her from bending back down, and slid around behind her. She braced herself on her forearms and knees, waiting for him to enter her, but instead he just slid himself up and down her slit, teasing her. "I think, Cardinal… that you have some sins to confess. Only then can you be assigned an appropriate… penance."
She blushed deeply, looking over her shoulder at him, then rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs. "Very well… I shall confess. Forgive me, Commandant, for I have sinned. I have desired a man outside the bonds of holy marriage, and sought to entice him by wearing a device for the giving of pleasure when I went to meet him. And I have deceived. I lied to you, Commandant, when I said I wanted you to only make love to me for the sake of your own soul. I also wanted it because… because I was envious. I wanted you all for myself because je t'aime."
He looked down at her, smiling lovingly, and bent in to kiss her. "Then… this is your penance." He pressed into her, one hand holding himself up from falling onto her, as his other hand reached into the basket beside him. He pulled out a small box, and reached up, disentangling her left hand from around his neck, and sliding something onto her finger. She looked at it. It was a ring, silver, inset with a gorgeous diamond. "Richelieu, I've wanted to ask you this for so long. You coming to me that day simply gave me the confidence to do it." He blushed. "Will you marry me?"
"Oh… mon amour… yes!" She leaned up, kissing him, as he moved inside her, their bodies entwined. She felt more sensitive to him inside her than she ever had before, as they made love, and she found herself unable to restrain her pleasure. She came quickly, and this time, rather than holding her voice in, she let it out, moaning lewdly into his mouth as she tensed around him. He kept moving, sliding in and out of her, and she reveled in the sensation, her legs wrapping tightly around his hips.
"Richelieu… I love you," he said, breathing heavily, the tightness in his voice revealing how close he was, too, to his climax. "I'm so happy… I love you… Ah! Richelieu!" He cried out, plunging deep inside her, and she felt his warm seed splatter against the inside of her womb, the sensation pushing her over the edge, her legs clenching around him and pinning him inside her, the two of them locked together in an endless moment of loving pleasure.
When they rolled apart, both panting lightly, Richelieu sat up, looking inside the basket. Sure enough, there was another small felt box there, and she drew it out, opening it. "I love you, mon Commandant," she said, sliding the ring onto his left hand. "I vow that I shall protect you, and support you, and stay by your side, so long as we both shall live."