The Commander had been drawn to Enterprise since the day he had joined the Azur Lane naval forces. The Grey Ghost was an icon of the Kansen Force, one of the earliest shipgirls to see the light of day. Charismatic and powerful, she had been a beacon of hope for humanity in the early days of the war, and he was far from the only person to wonder who she was behind the confident smile.
When he had been assigned as a kansen commander, and had her placed under his command – well, much like a veteran sergeant assigned to a new lieutenant, she'd been more of a teacher than a subordinate – he had gotten the opportunity to see who she truly was. He'd found a woman who was proud of her abilities, yes, but also curiously vulnerable outside of battle. And what was more, he had found a woman who found him just as intriguing and attractive as he found her.
Their wedding was not the first marriage of a shipgirl and a human, but it was one of the most highly celebrated. Enterprise was an icon, and he was a reasonably famous commander by the time they announced it. They had managed to keep the paparazzi out of their bedroom that night, but almost nowhere else had been free of cameras, reporters, and well-wishers. He never regretted it for a moment, though, because Enterprise was at his side, and he at hers.
He and Enterprise had met Sovetskaya Belorussiya shortly after their wedding, when a request for aid by the Northern Parliament saw them detached to the north, to face the Sirens there. The NP task force, led by Belorussiya, had been an impressive sight, even to the two war-hardened veterans, and their tactics, ably constructed by the blue-haired battleship, had been awe-inspiring.
When they left the Northern Parliament, Belorussiya joined them, part of the reciprocation in military aid sent to the rest of the Azur Lane. The battleship's tactical genius meant that soon, she was working closely with Enterprise and the Commander in planning out their fleet's operations and strategy… and eventually, that close working relationship bloomed into a personal closeness between the three of them as well. After a long time thinking, talking, and planning, they decided to formalize Belorussiya's addition to their family.
This wedding was a bit more scandalous than most. Certainly, it was an open secret that many commanders had relationships with more than one of the shipgirls under their command, but they were the first group to formalize that polygamous relationship into a real marriage. The paparazzi descended in even greater force on their wedding, but with Belorussiya's tactical acumen, the Commander and his two wives managed their intrusion much more competently this time, departing on their honeymoon in secret and avoiding much of the media circus that had followed them the first time.
When Sardegna sent a representative to join his task force, his wives teased him gently about the chance to add a new girl to his "harem," as they jokingly put it. Zara, though, had paid both his wives back in full, unknowingly, when he'd assigned her as his third secretary. Her teasing about what they all got up to had both Enty and Belo blushing scarlet, and the sudden reversal had had an equally sudden impact on Belorussiya's feelings. She'd started to fall for Zara, and that had drawn both her spouse's interest onto the heavy cruiser as well.
Zara had fitted in well with the three of them, her teasing a good foil to Belorossiya's confidence, her gentleness helping Enterprise to build her confidence outside the battleground, and her artistic nature finding a partner in the Commander. At some point, it simply seemed to be the right thing to do, and in a much quieter ceremony than the first two, the three of them married the Sardegnan cruiser. The only protests this time came from High Command, who weren't entirely happy about granting a third unscheduled vacation for a honeymoon to the same commander.
Eugen had been part of the fleet for a long time, unlike Zara or Belorussiya, and the Commander had gotten used to her ways. However, when Zara was added to his marriage, her efforts redoubled, and she also got more reckless, throwing herself into combat against the Sirens in situations which were pushing even her formidable luck. Eventually, this had predictable results, landing her in the hospital for a lengthy stay. When the Commander visited her, as he did all the injured shipgirls under his command, he asked why she was behaving the way she was, throwing herself into danger.
The answer he got surprised him, but only at his own blindness. Eugen had had a thing for him for a long time, and the addition of a third shipgirl to his marriage had been too much for her, at once rubbing it in that she wasn't with him and giving her some kind of hope against hope that there might be space for her too. Talking it over with his wives that night, he was surprised that all of them had independently found themselves attracted to Eugen, and they made their decision quickly. When Eugen was released from the hospital, the surprise gifts at her party were a set of four promise rings, each engraved with one of their names.
Algérie, by her own word, had never intended to get involved with the five of them, when she entered the hot spring at the resort near the port one day to find them engaged in some activities which, while not quite in violation of the resort's rules, had been enough to make the situation quite awkward. Eugen and Zara, however, had broken the ice in their own inimitable way, and to everyone's surprise, Algérie found herself fitting in quite well with them, her unique character fitting into the dynamic of their group like a missing puzzle piece. When they left the spring, the decision hadn't been made. By the end of the week, though, she had become an inseparable member of their partnership, and the decision was easy by this time. The only question was where to take their honeymoon, now shortened to a week by an alteration to Azur Lane regulations.
"Haaah… Kommandant, that's the last of the logistic arrangements for next week," Eugen said with a sigh, dropping a four-inch-thick stack of forms into her outbox. "I can't wait to leave on our honeymoon~" She stood up, stretching. "Have you decided where we should go yet?" As usual, that kind of question sparked a set of replies.
"We should go to the mountains," Belorussiya suggested, "maybe a hot spring resort, or rent a lodge somewhere."
"I've always wanted to visit the Sakura Empire, myself," Eugen replied, "and I heard from some of the girls that one of their big festivals is happening next week. I think that could be fun."
"I don't want to be greedy," Algérie put in, a little quietly, as she was still somewhat new to the marriage, "but Iris is beautiful at this time of year, especially in the south. We could tour some of the vineyards, visit the seaside, or go on a river cruise."
"Northern Sardegna is, too," Zara agreed, "and it's very close. We could tour along the coast and visit both of them."
Enterprise smiled, looking up from her stack of forms at the others. "I'm happy to do what you all feel like doing," she said, casually. "Truth be told, though, I'd rather not do something that involves us traveling too much once we get there. That's my only suggestion. We've only got a week, and traveling takes up time that we could be doing other things in."
The other girls nodded their assent to the carrier's suggestion. Then, as one, they turned to the Commander. "Komandir?" Belorussiya spoke up first. "We're all finished with the last of our work before we depart for our honeymoon. Is there anything else we can help you with?"
"No, Belo," he replied absently, signing off on a form. "All that's left for me to do is finish off a couple of "immediate action required by CO" forms and then make the final travel arrangements for us leaving tomorrow."
"Caro mio," Zara asked, sauntering over to lean her elbows on his desk, "are you trying to tease us by keeping these arrangements oh so mysterious?" She leaned in, giving him an eyeful of cleavage to go along with a loving kiss on his brow. "We may just have to get even if you're doing that."
He winked at her, grinning with pleasure at his five wives' obvious curiousity. "Well, of course! That's the point of me making it a surprise for all of you, isn't it?" His grin went gentler. "I promise you," he continued, "you're all going to love it."
The other four came over, giving him their own kisses, before they left the office, heading out to go pack up the things he and they would need for their vacation. He finished the last of his official work quickly, before pulling up his travel agent's website. Confirm order? He clicked the confirmation key. He couldn't wait to see the looks on his wives' faces when they arrived tomorrow. The Commander smiled, full of the simple pleasure that giving someone else a surprise gift brings.
The next morning, they departed. The six of them headed to the port's air station, occupying most of the port bus that was heading there at the time. A small charter plane awaited them at one of the runways, props turning idly as the ground crew loaded their baggage and they entered the plane. Though small, and somewhat old, the internal furnishings were luxurious, six well-cushioned, leather-upholstered seats facing each other. The flight crew talked them through the emergency procedures, as they taxied to the end of the runway. Once they had taken off, the Commander opened a small cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Iris champagne. "In honor of you joining us, Algerie," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he handed her the first glass.
"Merci beaucoup, mes amours." The cruiser blushed lightly, then smiled demurely at them all, lifting her glass in a silent salute. It was delicious, crisp notes of apple and peach lingering on their tongues as they drank to the occasion. The six of them chatted about everything and nothing as they flew. The Commander loved the opportunity to just talk to his wives. All too often, he had to talk business with them, and the chance to talk to them about the unimportant things, the little trivialities of the day-to-day, was priceless.
He was dragged out of his placid enjoyment of the talk by Prinz Eugen. The Ironblood cruiser had taken one of the seats next to him, and now she leaned over, her breath tickling his ear. "Mein Liebe, you know, I don't think any of us are in the mile high club yet," she whispered sultrily, loud enough to be heard across the cabin but quiet enough to send shivers down his spine.
Zara, sitting across from Eugen, smiled sexily and stretched, arching her back to emphasize her assets. "È vero, Comandante," she murmured, eyeing his crotch, where the fact of his growing arousal was plain. "Shall we?"
He blushed, then yelped as Enterprise, sitting on his right, nipped lightly at his ear. The bold gesture was less surprising from her than it might have been a year ago, but still enough to get through his usual defenses, causing him to flush bright red. The carrier, blushing lightly herself, next reached for his zipper, opening it and drawing his cock out. She stroked his rather impressive length gently, and Eugen bent down, not to be left out of the action, placing her lips around his head and sliding down him, taking half his length into her mouth sensually, drawing a stuttering gasp from him.
Algérie stepped gracefully across the corridor, bending over Prinz's head to kiss him on the lips, her mouth hot, soft, and lustful against his as their tongues entangled. He groaned into her mouth as Enterprise bent over, joining Prinz in sucking him off. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flicker of blue hair, and then felt Algérie jolt in surprise, moaning back into his mouth as a black-gloved hand slipped under her top from behind, groping her breast expertly and confidently. Belorussiya leaned forward, licking at Algérie's ear, then planting a gentle love bite on the nape of her neck as her other hand slid up under the heavy cruiser's skirt, drawing another moan from her as the battleship fingered her.
Zara wasn't far behind the Northerner in getting in on the action, and even more bold. She knelt behind Prinz stealthily, then leaned in swiftly, planting her face in Eugen's crotch, gripping her hips as she ate the Ironblood cruiser out. The Commander could feel Eugen's pleasure in her shudders, her moans vibrating tantalizingly against his member. He reached down, sliding his hand under Enterprise's skirt and stroking a finger against her dampening panties, drawing a gasp, followed by a pleased moan which he also felt, the sensation sending a shiver up his spine.
"Komandir, I think she is ready," Belorussiya said, audibly smirking. He broke off his kiss with Algérie reluctantly, but quickly saw that the blue-haired woman was entirely right. Algerie's expression was one of exquisite agony, and her eyes couldn't have begged for it more clearly if she had "fuck me now" written on her forehead. Eugen rolled away from his cock, resting her head on his chest and gripping his shoulder, shuddering as Zara repositioned, scissoring her. Enterprise leaned back reluctantly, wrapping one arm around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. As she did, he slid a finger past her panties and inside her, and she groaned deliciously into his mouth. Algérie's thighs rested against his as Belorussiya eased her down, positioning her against his cock.
Sliding into the Iris cruiser's pussy was like entering some kind of exquisite oil bath, her slick, warm walls squeezing against his already-sensitive shaft. Algerie moaned softly, mirroring his moan as they coupled. She rolled her hips slowly against his, neither of them able to bear a faster pace with how close they both already were. Belorussiya grinned triumphantly, then slid her skirt aside, wrapping a hand into Algérie's hair. "Please," she said, her arousal evident from the damp spot on her underwear, "repay me now, dorogoy."
Algerie leaned back, hands resting her weight on the Commander's lower thighs, and took an experimental lick at Belorussiya's slit, rewarded for her efforts by a sensual gasp from the battleship. She warmed to the task quickly, and Belorussiya's gasp soon turned into moans, joining the others.
Prinz was the first to succumb to her orgasm, her hands tightening on the Commander's shoulder and arm. Her back arched, and she groaned loudly, shuddering against his chest. Her orgasm set Zara off, the red-haired woman crying out sharply as she sank her nails into the leather of the seats, her mouth hanging open with panting gasps as her body tensed with pleasure.
Enterprise moaned, biting down on his shoulder and clutching him tightly as his fingers drove her over the edge, her thighs locking together over his hand. The sudden jolt of stimulus from the bite was too much for him, even with the gentle pace Algérie had set, and he couldn't hold it any longer. His climax rushed over him, and he spurted his seed deep into the Iris cruiser, whose thighs locked around his as the sensation of his cum inside her drove her over the edge, her arms buckling under her, only remaining upright because of the tenseness of Belorussiya's arms as the battleship came too, her orgasm cutely silent, betrayed only by the tremors running through her body.
Enterprise was the first to recover, releasing the Commander slowly. "Who's got the next turn with the Commander?" she asked, somewhat breathlessly. "I'd love to keep going…" She was abruptly interrupted by the cabin intercom.
"We are beginning our final approach for landing. All passengers should return to their seats, and ensure that their seatbelts are fastened and their seat backs are in the fully upright and locked position." The standard announcement was followed by a wry chuckle. "And passengers should also probably make sure that they're decent before disembarking."
After their landing, and a suitable amount of rearrangement of clothing to appear reasonable when disembarking, they headed to the airport's rental car park. The Commander had rented a practical, but well-appointed minivan for them. Once their luggage was loaded into the trunk, he hopped into the driver's seat, and started taking them through the crowded streets of the town surrounding the airport. Many people stared; the van didn't have tinted glass, and a single shipgirl would have been a spectacle on this tiny island, much less five of them. Nevertheless, he managed to get them out of town, speeding north across the island.
Eventually, he slowed, turning off the main road onto a winding driveway through a palm-lined driveway, hedges interspersed between the trees, small lizards and brilliant butterflies visible on the hedges and the ground. Eventually he reached the end of the driveway, and parked the van outside a beautiful beach house. A shaded front deck awaited at the end of a marble-tiled walkway from the driveway. His wives spilled out of the care, gazing around them in surprise and joy.
Enterprise put their reactions to words. "This place… it's so beautiful, Commander. Thank you so much!" She kissed him on the cheek, not lustfully but simply expressing her thanks by the gesture. The other women hurried to unpack the car, passing around the baggage to everyone, and dragged them inside, where they were met by an elegantly decorated and appointed interior. Eugen raised a teasing eyebrow as she looked about.
"Meine liebe, where is the bedroom?" He gestured upstairs, and they headed up to look it over. A truly massive bed greeted them, along with a large set of dressers.
"I got the best-suited beach house for a honeymoon that I could. I think the bed is big enough for all of us," he said. Belorussiya wasn't willing to take his word for it, apparently. She dropped her bags and swept an arm under his legs, throwing him onto the bed, then leapt onto it herself, cuddling herself under his arm. The other girls got the point quickly enough, and piled onto the bed themselves, snuggling up to the two of them. The bed was, in fact, big enough for the six of them. Their sleep habits might make it a bit dicey, but as it was, all of them simply enjoying the rest after their journey and the closeness they all felt lying together, it had plenty of excess space as they all snuggled together, relaxing for a little while in the presence of their spouses.
Eventually, Zara sat up, stretching luxuriously. "Well, miei amori, I think it's time for us to arrange a surprise of our own for il Comandante. I think ours will be just as pleasant for him as his was for us." She smirked, then picked herself up from the bed. The other girls did as well, Belorussiya and Eugen, who'd claimed pride of place next to him, kissing him as they did so.
"Go ahead, my dears," he replied. "I'm just going to nap here for a bit." He yawned, the exhaustion of his usual long workdays catching up with him. His wives smiled tolerantly, leaving the room to arrange their surprise, and he gratefully let his weariness pull him under.
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When he woke up, he could hear laughter coming from the beach in front of the house. So, that's where they went, he thought, picking himself up from the bed. I might as well join them. He dragged his uniform off, hanging it up carefully, then admired himself in the mirror. For all that he spent a lot of time in front of a desk, he took good care of himself and exercised hard in his free time, and it paid off. He smirked. He might be pale, but he'd have time to work on that this week. He pulled on a pair of swim trunks, then grabbed a towel, beach blanket, some sunglasses, and a bottle of sunscreen, and headed downstairs.
He pulled open the back door, and found himself on a patio overlooking a beautiful little private beach on the bay. Carefully managed groves of trees grew down to the water on either side, unobtrusively blocking out the neighboring mansions. The beach ahead, however, drew his attention immediately, as it was currently being made even more beautiful by the bikini-clad forms of his wives.
Enterprise was wearing an elegantly simple white bikini, lying in a reclined chair and enjoying the sun. Eugen wore a black bikini with yellow and red accents as she floated on a ring, exposing almost everything to the sun, dropping him a saucy wink as she saw him coming down. Next to Enterprise, Zara wore her black bikini, almost an exact counterpoint, and Algerie, wearing a two-tone black-and-white bikini, was foregoing the chair, relaxing on a blanket. Belorussiya was next to her, wearing a teal bikini that almost exactly matched the tone of her hair, a large zippered bag lying next to her.
"Hey there," he said cheerfully, sauntering down to the beach. Algerie rolled over, resting her chin on her hand and giving him a smile.
"Bonjour, mon amour. How do you like your surprise?"
"You all look fantastic. I didn't know you had been shopping for swimsuits." The honest flattery slid off his tongue effortlessly, and he looked around appreciatively, eyeing the beautiful women up.
"Comandante, do you need some help putting that sunscreen on?" Zara asked in a teasing tone. He nodded, grinning challengingly at her.
"If you think you can handle this," he said, flexing theatrically. Enterprise and Eugen whistled appreciatively, joking along with him. Belorussiya rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips nonetheless.
He spread out his beach blanket, then laid down the towel with the sunscreen on top of it. Zara sashayed over, her hips swaying teasingly. She squirted some lotion into one hand, then swept her hand along his shoulders, the coolness of the lotion tingling his nerves. She worked her hands along his back, massaging the lotion in with gentle strength, kneeling over his thighs and bending forward to work it in carefully. The corner of his eye got an eyeful as her rhythmic motions set her breasts to gently swaying, unsupported as they were by the bikini. Combined with the skillful massage, he felt himself beginning to stiffen as Zara coated him with the sunblock.
"All right, Comandante. Someone else should have the chance to get your front. Roll over?" she said, picking herself up to let him turn himself over. One of his wives breathed in audibly as he did.
"Oho, Komandir. Didn't get enough on the plane, did you?" Belorussiya asked smugly, looking at the tent in his swimsuit. The blue-haired battleship sauntered over, taking the sunscreen from Zara as she did. She smirked, then knelt down over him. He slid his arms down by his sides, between her legs, as she did, and she looked even more smug, clearly thinking she had his hands trapped and he was at her mercy. Which was his plan.
She leaned in, smearing the lotion liberally onto his chest, cooing as she rubbed his muscles, then slid her ass back, grinding it on his stiffening cock. "Hmm, shame you have that swimsuit on. Oh well, you'll just… have… to… wait. She bent down to kiss him, gyrating her hips so that her breasts continued to rub the lotion over his chest, and continuing to tease his member through their swimsuits… until he put his plan into action, swiftly yanking his swimsuit down as she slid her ass back. His cock was perfectly placed, and as she did so, he shifted his arm slightly, making her spread her legs further… and his cock pushed against her pussy, only stopped from entering by her bikini bottom. She yelped in surprise, and he put the opportunity to good use, rolling them both over and pinning her in a mating press.
"No, as it happens," he growled throatily, leaning down next to her ear and nipping at it, "I didn't get enough on the plane." He slid aside her bikini thong, and pressed into her slick pussy, extracting a moan from her. Once he was in her, he slid his hands up, reaching under her top to grope her tits as she writhed under him, thoroughly enjoying how deep he could get into her… and he was too, speeding up his thrusts quickly as he pounded her deepest parts, her moans shortening into cries of bliss. Looking up briefly, he saw Prinz paddling to shore. Zara and Enterprise had started to make out, groping each other up, and Algerie had one hand in her crotch as she watched him fuck Belorussiya into the blanket.
The Northern battleship was reacting like she rarely did. Usually, she liked to be in charge, planning out how she would "attack" him, and being definitively the dominant one throughout their lovemaking. But occasionally, and this was one of those times, he managed to turn the tables on her, and when he did she just melted, becoming a mess as she submitted to him. He couldn't focus on that for too long, though, the hot wetness of her slit around his shaft dragging him quickly out of his thoughts and back to the act. He could actually feel himself bottoming out inside her with every deep thrust, pressing against her cervix… and judging by her expression, she was absolutely loving it.
He bent down, kissing her and enjoying the softness of her mouth, usually so much harder. His tongue went in easily, toying with hers instead of wrestling for dominance, and her gasps resonated against his lips. He held the kiss until his lungs started to burn, then lifted himself back, feeling himself growing closer. He cupped her cheek with one hand as he thrust, sliding his thumb into her mouth, playing with her tongue as she groaned and gasped with pleasure.
"Ah… Belo, I'm…" He bit off his sentence, gritting his teeth against his rising orgasm.
"Yesh… Komandeah… inshide mee…" she said, her speech indistinct with her pleasure and his thumb in her mouth. He slammed as deep inside her as he could… and her eyes rolled back, her back arching as her pussy clamped down on his member in the throes of her climax, squeezing him so tightly he could no longer bear it, shooting his load straight into her cervix and womb, filling her up with milky seed. He groaned deeply, stiffening as his orgasm tensed every muscle in his body.
He slid himself out of her dripping slit, and she lay slackly on the blanket, panting heavily, her ample chest heaving with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Haaaah… Komandir, you got me good," she sighed.
Enterprise's arms wrapped around him from behind. "I hope you're ready for another round soon, honey," she whispered breathily into his ear. He slid a hand behind him, and felt a damp patch forming on her bikini. He turned around, bending his head down to kiss her in the hollow of her throat, feeling her breathing quicken in arousal as he did… then jerked at a moan from behind him. He looked around, and saw that Algerie had known what was in the bag. She'd put on a pink silicone strap-on, and was gently fucking Eugen into her beach blanket doggystyle, Prinz's voice betraying her pleasure. Clearly, they'd both gotten into the mood watching him fuck Belorussiya silly. Algerie had one hand under Prinz' body, groping her shapely breasts, and one on the small of the Ironblood woman's back, pressing her bodily down into the blanket, leaving her ass up in the air as the Vichya cruiser fucked her.
Looking at the scene, he could feel himself growing hard once again. Enterprise noticed too, reaching around his body and squeezing his bare cock, pressing her body tightly against his. Soon enough, she slid around him, going onto her knees and gazing lustfully at his cock as she stroked him off, before she took him into her mouth, going to town on him, her head moving in long, rhythmic plunges as she started to deepthroat him.
His eyelids fluttered and he gasped in pleasure as she sucked him off, pleasing him with every trick she'd learned in their years of marriage. He saw Zara's red-haired, black-bikinied figure approaching, hips swaying… and then noticed the blue strap-on on her waist. She grinned at him, as she stepped up behind Enterprise, then pinched her butt. The carrier yelped as much as she could with six inches of his nine-inch cock in her throat, then pulled herself reluctantly back, looking over her shoulder and flushing as she saw the large strap-on at eye level. Zara reached down, pulling Enterprise back to her feet, standing behind her and lining up with her pussy. Enterprise's breath caught as the cruiser slid the silicone cock into her, then leaned back in, wrapping her arms about the Commander's hips and recommencing the blowjob she'd been giving him. He leaned forward over Enterprise to kiss Zara, and the lean sent his cock deeper into Enterprise's throat.
It felt so good that he couldn't resist bucking his hips, starting to throatfuck Enterprise. He could feel her responding, shuddering as his cock slid down her throat. "Ah, it seems like she likes that," Zara said in a teasing tone, sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel the edges of his climax starting to appear, and pulled out of Enterprise's mouth. The carrier coughed, then pulled herself up, licking his neck and kissing him on the lips, moaning hoarsely as Zara continued to pound her. He met Zara's eyes, and the cruiser pulled out of Enterprise's pussy. "Huh?" the carrier inquired, somewhat petulantly, until he lifted one of her legs, lining up his cock with her pussy and thrusting strongly into her.
She was already soaked from Zara's ministrations, and he saw the cruiser's hand come out from behind her back with a bottle of lube. His eyebrows shot up, and he grinned wickedly, matching her smirk as she lubricated the strap-on thoroughly… then pressed it up against Enterprise's asshole, slowly pushing it in. Enterprise whined cutely at the unusual stimulation, clutching the Commander's shoulders tightly as she balanced on one leg between them.
The Commander continued to pound her, his cock surging with pleasure, and Zara sped up her pace to match his, their thrusts causing Enterprise's cries to drown out Prinz's, the carrier limp with pleasure in his arms. He captured her lips in his, as Zara nipped at the nape of Enterprise's neck, groping the carrier's generous bosom as she pounded the white-haired woman's ass. Soon enough, Enterprise couldn't hold on anymore. Her arms tightened, pulling her tight against the Commander, and her pussy clamped down, the sensation combining with the rhythmic pressure he could feel from Zara's continuous thrusts to drive him over the edge, painting Enterprise's insides white.
He pulled himself out slowly, enjoying the sensation of his sensitive cock dragging over Enterprise's wet insides, and eased the quivering carrier onto the blanket next to Belorussiya. Zara smiled at him challengingly over her shoulder as she sauntered over towards Prinz Eugen and Algerie, who had by this time handed off their strap-on, Prinz now fucking Algerie in the missionary position, their mouths locked together. He walked up behind the red-haired cruiser, arresting her progress with an arm around her midsection, and kissed the nape of her neck, sending a pleased shudder through her. His other hand dipped down, unstrapping the toy from her hips and tossing it to Belorussiya, who was sidling over towards Prinz and Algerie. The battleship grinned, strapping it to her hips as she moved towards Algerie.
The Commander returned his attention to Zara, sliding his cock between her thighs, rubbing against her slit. She groaned, clearly aroused from their cooperation on Enterprise earlier, grinding her hips back against him, both of them enjoying the sensation as they prepared for to get serious. Zara made the first move, unknotting her thong's ties and letting it fall aside, then reaching down between her legs and guiding him into her wetness. He groaned, still sensitive, and started to thrust, starting quickly, knowing his stamina wouldn't last as long as it had earlier in the day. Fortunately for him, Zara was equally turned on, and she reacted quickly, panting heavily as he thrust up into her. He transferred one hand to her breasts, and slid his other hand down her pelvis, fingering her clitoris as he thoroughly kissed and licked the nape of her neck, which he knew was one of her weak spots.
Over her heaving shoulder, he could see Eugen and Belorussiya spitroasting Algerie, one of the Vichya cruiser's legs slung up over Eugen's shoulder and her arms around Belo's waist, shuddering in the throes of an orgasm. The two women fucking her were relentless, though, clearly enjoying making her come and not planning on stopping any time soon.
Zara reached behind her head, wrapping an arm around his neck to stabilize herself as her knees started to buckle, and he shifted his grip to provide more support. His arm snaked up between her breasts and gripped her shoulder firmly, but she pulled it away, placing his index and middle finger in her mouth and licking them. He used the two fingers to toy with her tongue, the sensation pushing him ever closer to orgasm. In fact, it was only a few more thrusts before he couldn't hold it anymore. "Zara… I'm… Ah!" He spurted inside her, ropes of seed splattering against her inner walls.
"Oh, oh… Ah!" She came too, his arm around her waist feeling her abdomen tense and shudder as her pleasure took her. His knees had gone weak, and they lost their balance, collapsing gently into the sand. Zara sighed, cuddling back into him, the warm sand pleasant on their skin. After a while, she rolled away from him. "That was good, caro mio…"
He smiled back, then picked himself up. He had one wife left who hadn't had her turn today, but it looked as if she was busy pounding Algerie, still spitroasting her along with Belorussiya. He and Zara walked over to where Enterprise was relaxing on the beach blanket, recovered but still enjoying the sun. A stifled cry alerted them all to Algerie's second orgasm. He settled down between Enterprise and Zara, both of them cuddling up to him comfortably. He fully intended to nap for a little while here.
He almost got his wish, too, having just drifted off to sleep when a teasing finger trailed from his collarbone down to his cock, accompanied by Eugen's sultry tones. "Meine Liebe, it looks like you're nice and rested." The sudden stimulation had, indeed, started to get him hard again, and he opened his eyes to the agreeable sight of the bikini-clad Ironblood cruiser kneeling over his legs, bending down to lick at his cock. He was still sensitive, and the sensation of her tongue, wet, warm, and ever so slightly rough, sent a shiver up his spine. She clearly saw his reaction, and smirked, before taking the head of his member into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as she blew him. She clearly relished the reaction she was getting, so he let her hear and see it, not restraining his groans of pleasure.
He reached one hand down, lacing his fingers through her hair, and helped to guide her ministrations, shuddering at the pleasure. Until, as he was starting to get close, she pulled her head back. "Noch nicht, Teddybär. I want you inside me," she breathed, letting the gentle pressure of her exhalation tease his cock.
"Good idea," Enterprise interjected, with a smirk of her own. "But I think someone who wakes our husband up from his nap and then teases him might deserve a little something… extra." She was wearing the blue strap-on, and Algerie came up from behind Prinz, the pink strap-on hanging from her hips.
Before the Ironblood cruiser could react, Belorussiya had her in an inexorable, if gentle, grip, heaving her hips up to match with the Commander's, stroking Prinz's dripping pussy as she did so. "Here's what you wanted, Prinz, ne tak li?" Algerie straddled the Commander's head, sliding down to her knees.
"S'il vous plait," she begged breathlessly. The Commander knew what she meant, and leaned up, taking a long lick of her pussy. The white-haired cruiser shuddered, but also reached out, wrapping one hand around Prinz's head. Enterprise settled in behind the Ironblood cruiser, strap-on glistening with lube, and took one of Prinz's breasts in her hand, her other reaching down to the white-haired woman's crotch and joining Belo's hand there.
"If you don't want this, Prinz, all you have to do is let the Commander go back to sleep," the carrier murmured in the cruiser's ear. "But if you do…" Belorussiya grasped his cock, aiming it up at Prinz's slick pussy, his tip just barely brushing her lower lips, "Then go right ahead." The last whisper held as much lust as he'd ever heard from the carrier, and it seemed to hit Prinz like an aphrodisiac. The cruiser's eyes softened, and she slammed her hips down, taking his full length in one stroke. As if it were a signal, Enterprise pressed into Prinz's asshole, and Algerie brought the cruiser's mouth down onto her strap-on, spit-roasting the cruiser as she rode the Commander's cock like there was no tomorrow.
For all her teasing, Prinz didn't last long, especially since Zara and Belorussiya weren't idle, the blue-haired battleship continuing to finger her clit and capturing her lips in a deep kiss, while the redheaded cruiser groped her breasts through the bikini and kissed, nipped, and licked the back of her neck and her ears, teasing Prinz with the stimulation. The Ironblood woman hit her first orgasm within a couple of minutes, shuddering and sagging forward as her insides clenched around his cock. But she hadn't entirely thought through her plan, because the simple fact was that he wasn't ready to come again just yet. Her eyes widened, and though he couldn't see her directly, being too busy with eating Algerie out as she throatfucked the other white-haired cruiser, he did his best to convey his smirk, adding a saucy rotation to his hips with his next thrust.
The continued fucking reduced Eugen to a sloppy mess, her moans resounding around Algerie's strap-on as Enterprise and the Commander pounded her more, Belorussiya and Zara adding their parts to her stimulation. The Commander felt, more than heard, her second orgasm, as her insides shuddered and clamped down on him. This time, the stimulation was too much, and he gave Prinz what she wanted, shooting his semen deep inside her as her hips gave out and she collapsed down onto his shaft. The other girls retreated with variations on smug grins, leaving Prinz resting, utterly limp, on his chest. She shifted gently, dragging herself up to kiss him softly on the lips. "If that's what I get for waking you up from a nap…" she said with a softer, sweeter version of her usual teasing smirk, "I might have to do it again sometime."
Later that night, the six of them bustled about the kitchen and dining room, preparing for their first meal at their honeymoon destination. The Commander, a hopeless cook, helped Enterprise, equally hopeless in the kitchen, to set the table, while the other four got to business, soon sending delicious smells wafting out of the large cooking area of the beach house.
Soon enough, dinner was ready, and the four cooks brought it out, carrying covered dishes to each of the six places. They took their seats, the Commander at the head of the table, Belorussiya at its foot, with Algerie in the place of honor as befitted his newest bride, at his right, Enterprise at his left, and Zara and Eugen at Belorussiya's right and left respectively. "Bon appétit," Algerie, who had taken the lead on dinner, said cheerfully, and whisked the cover off her plate and the Commander's. He was somewhat taken aback.
Walnut-crusted salmon rested on a finely diced sauté of mixed root vegetables, with some kind of blanched greens supporting a quartet of poached oysters on the other side of the plate. Enterprise filled his glass with a light-red wine, and his wives looked expectantly at him, their own plates matching his.
"This looks delicious," he said. "But are you sure there's no ulterior motive?"
"Of course there is, dorogoy," Belorussiya said with a grin. "Or did you think that was going to be it for the entire trip?" Her grin went from cheery to wicked. "You'd best get plenty of rest tonight," she said, her tone mock-serious. "You're going to need it!"
The dinner was, indeed, delicious. And, of course, Belorussiya was right.