A/N: Yorktown and Hammann make a cute couple. In fact, Hammann overall works well... provided you get past the whole tsundereness.
Either way, enjoy~
Sink Into Me
Stormy tides crashed up in cresting waves, spitting seawater and foam over Yorktown as she desperately tried to sail ahead, avoiding the planes that dived down upon her from the skies, ash mottling the cloudy heavens.
Bursts of anti-air fire from her guns set fire to another enemy dive bomber, but that wasn't enough to put it down – instead she watched it corkscrew through the sky towards her, fully intent on ramming her in a last-ditch attempt to hit her. Panic bubbled up her throat and she braced herself, half-holding her rigging close to help absorb the hit. It never reached her.
Thanks to the rapid-fire spittle of anti-air fire that tore off the blazing plane's wing, causing it to spin and tumble into the ocean a dozen feet behind her, the fire extinguished in a spray of seawater. Yorktown turned her gaze upon her saviour, relief bubbling up in her heart as she found Hammann sailing towards her. Beaten up and bloodied by the fighting she still stood strong, a slight smile gracing Hammann's visage as she saw her.
''Yorktown...!''
Rumbling engines culled any chance at conversation, and a spike of panic filled her as a wing of three torpedo bombers came rushing towards them through the smoke. The two of them had seen them too late; their anti-air batteries firing off only once the three planes had dropped their loads; a trio of torpedoes hissing through the water towards them. The first missed, going too far to the left. The second went too far to the right. The third missed its target too.
But only because a certain Destroyer threw herself into the path of it.
''Hammann-!''
A explosion, a rush of heat – and Hammann fell back into Yorktown's arms, gasping in pain and holding her front. Yorktown couldn't see the injury; her mind struggling to picture it for some reason, leaving her looking remarkably unharmed. Even her clothes were fine. Yet one look at Hammann's face told her that the hit was most assuredly fatal, even if her mind couldn't picture the terrible wound itself.
''No, you can't, y-you can't...'' Yorktown frantically shook her head, holding onto Hammann tightly-
-before with a flinch, the carrier woke up from her nightmare.
Yorktown laid still beneath her bed, panting and with cold sweat running down her head, her own breathing sounding so very loud in her ears. She waited, frozen stiff as the nightmare replayed itself over in her mind, rapidly losing focus as she woke up – becoming nothing more than a brief snapshot of what could one day happen. The thought made her heart clench with terrible worry, her hands clammy when she clenched them into fists.
Swallowing Yorktown slowly sat up, pushing her bed covers off with a trembling hand. The darkness of her shared bedroom greeted her; the slumbering forms of Hornet and Enterprise in beds on either side of her. The sight of them helped ground her and calm her down; reminding her that it was just a nightmare, that the terrible fate hadn't befallen them. They were safe. Hammann, too, was safe, probably still fast asleep in her own bed.
''Haah...'' A soft, tired exhale escaped Yorktown as she slipped out of bed.
Sleep clawed at her eyes, the urge to put her head down alluring, but with the nightmare still fresh in her mind she wasn't feeling like it right now. Instead the carrier quietly sneaked out of her shared bedroom, the soft click of the door handle inaudible, as was the silent footfalls that carried her along the long dormitory hallways and down the cold wooden stairs, taking her into the kitchen area. It was abandoned at this time; all of the lights off and leaving the dormitory plunged into darkness, only a string of dim night lights lining the hallways
Quietly Yorktown slipped into the kitchen, a brief shiver travelling through her as her bare feet touched the chilly tiles. Clad in only a loose nightgown the air felt cold against her exposed skin, but she couldn't be bothered to go all the way back to her room just to get a jumper to throw on – no point anyway, since she planned on going back to bed shortly. She just needed some water after all; water and a few minutes to banish the lingering dregs in her mind.
The slow hissing of the tap soon filled the kitchen; the sound failing to mute the creak of floorboards.
''Hm?'' Yorktown jumped a little. ''Hello? Is someone there?''
More creaking floorboards, and a familiar head of white hair poked itself around the banister. ''Yorktown?''
Hammann.
Yorktown flushed a little. ''Oh, it's just you Hammann. I didn't wake you did I?''
The Destroyer tapped down the remaining few stairs, clad in an oversized white shirt with a cat print on it. ''I was just coming back from the bathroom when I saw you. Y-You're okay, right?''
''Of course.'' The carrier soothed the shorter girl. ''Just needed some water is all.''
Hammann didn't seem to accept that, awkwardly fidgeting and looking up at her, before quickly looking away and mumbling a quiet understanding. Seeing that Yorktown retrieved her forgotten glass and sipped away it, gaze drawn to the windows lining the kitchen area, gazing out at the moonlit ocean on the other end of the base.
She and Hammann had a special relationship. Hammann, the Destroyer that helped try and save her at her most vulnerable, only to end up dying alongside her in their past lives as warships. It was an incident that never should have happened; Hammann should've continued to go on to serve until the end of the war, not die with her. Yorktown always regretted that; the shameful regret perhaps being the source of her continued nightmares. Nightmares that left her getting less and less sleep as the months went on; fire and death plaguing her dreams.
A hand touched her arm, stirring her out of her thoughts. ''...are you really alright? You look a bit pale... u-um, more than normal, I mean...''
Yorktown smiled softly, turning her gaze upon the Destroyer. Hammann blushed self-consciously and shifted from foot-to-foot, twiddling her thumbs behind her back. Even in their current lives Hammann was there, always by her side and protecting her wherever possible – often including against any of the Sakura Empire's Submarines, with I-168 chiefly among them. Literally, at times. More than once she'd found Hammann blocking doorways to I-168 to stop the two of them from meeting.
Such actions often resulted in the two getting into a scrap, but Hammann always stubbornly proclaimed that I-168 started it... until Yorktown made her apologise and make-up with the Submarine. The two glared daggers the entire time.
''I'm doing alright.'' Yorktown finally spoke, voice soft. ''Just having some trouble sleeping is all.''
Hammann looked worried. ''O-Oh. Is there a-anything I can do?''
The bashful way she spoke was a cute contrast to how she spoke with the Commander; no sign of the harsh tsundere to be found, bringing a smile to Yorktown's lips. ''Hm... a hug might help me get to sleep~''
Hammann blushed – but with rosy cheeks she obliged, wrapping her arms around Yorktown and hugging her. Cooing softly the carrier hugged her back, pressing her cheek into Hammann's neck and just enjoying the warmth, rubbing the Destroyer on the back soothingly. She dragged out the hug for as long as she could before loosening her hold, though didn't fail to notice that Hammann didn't seem to be in much of a hurry to escape her grasp, unlike with others.
''Thank you.'' Yorktown rested her chin atop Hammann's head for a moment, smiling fondly as she watched the Destroyer's ears twitch. ''You've got very cute ears, you know.''
Hammann squeaked cutely, finally pulling back and feverishly covering her ears. Had she been anyone else Hammann would've gone off on, perhaps calling them a pervert...
...but instead, she just whimpered adorably, unable to yell at her yet too embarrassed to do anything else.
Yorktown giggled at the sight. ''Anyway, I'll be going back to bed now. You should too~''
''R-Right...''
With a merry goodbye Yorktown departed, heart considerably lighter than it was before.
X-x-X
Many more nights passed since their interaction, though unfortunately Yorktown didn't find reprieve from the nightmares for long; the same scenes playing over in her mind and leaving her heart clenched with worry and fear.
However she was nothing if not good at hiding her burdens. Neither Enterprise nor Hornet noticed her continued fatigue, perhaps assuming it was just due to all the training sessions they had been having recently. In the rare times that Yorktown slipped up and let her tiredness show she was quick to brush it off as a bad night's sleep; her slip-ups happening so infrequently that her sisters and those around them took her word for it, having no reason to doubt it.
None but Hammann, apparently.
''You look tired.''
Yorktown stared in surprise at the Destroyer before her, lips moving but no sound coming out. The two of them were stood alone in one of the dormitory hallways, everyone else currently busy in an exercise, leaving nobody to overhear Hammann's rather poignant comment. She didn't know how the Destroyer noticed; she hadn't shown any outward signs of fatigue, none that she was aware of. Perhaps it was due to her cattish nature, or maybe it was just intuition.
Either way, Hammann knew. ''...I've just been having a bad week's sleep is all.''
Hammann crossed her arms, frowning. ''Why?''
Yorktown pursed her lips, looking around. She wasn't comfortable saying it in public, so with a slight gesture she led Hammann down the hall to the maintenance closet – the small but plentifully-stocked room big enough for both of them to stand in, the only light in the room coming from through a narrow rectangular window near the ceiling. It was good enough for Yorktown's purposes however.
''I've been having nightmares.'' Yorktown hated that she had to burden Hammann with the news, but she knew the Destroyer would pester her until she spilled the beans otherwise. ''They've made it hard to sleep, unfortunately.''
''And why didn't you tell me?!'' Hammann's frown deepened – before she looked aside. ''I-I mean tell us. Y-You know, um... Enterprise. Hornet. Them!''
''It wouldn't be right to burden them. They worry about me enough already.'' Yorktown just sighed, smiling faintly. ''Don't tell them, please?''
Hammann wilted under such a gentle expression. ''F-Fine... but I'm not just gonna let this matter drop! You can't keep living like this!''
''I can manage.''
''Clearly not!'' Hammann wasn't buying it. ''You'll get sick if you keep not getting enough sleep!''
''I don't think it works like that.'' Yorktown said wryly. ''But I suppose you're right. If there was a 'cure' for it I assure you I'd take it, but it isn't so simple I'm afraid.''
Hammann made a frustrated sort of sound, pouting heavily and crossing her arms, managing simultaneously to look angry and petulant. Yorktown knew though that she was just concerned and trying to express it; prompting the carrier to pull Hammann into a slow hug, her grip loose enough that the Destroyer could back out if she wanted to. She didn't; leaning into her embrace and embarrassedly hugging her back.
''What if I slept with you?'' Hammann mumbled... before her face went crimson. ''I-I mean together! In a bed! N-Not like that though, I-I-I meant-!''
Yorktown giggled. ''I know what you meant, heheh. And I suppose we could do that; Enterprise and Hornet will be leaving for a commission tonight, so we don't have to worry about disturbing them.''
''D-Disturbing them...?!''
''Of course. I might wake up in the night and it might've woken them otherwise.'' Yorktown's eyes shined with teasing mirth. ''Why, what were you thinking of?''
''S-STOP TEASING ME~!''
Giggling laughter could be heard from the maintenance closet, drawing a curious look from a passing Arizona before she went back to work washing the windows.
X-x-X
''...I-I'm still mad you joked about that...''
Yorktown giggled at that, a warm smile on her face as she calmly ran the brush through Hammann's white hair, taking out the tugs before bed. The two were sat on her bed alone, the lamp the only thing providing light. With both Enterprise and Hornet away it was just the two of them; making for a much quieter evening for a change.
The two were already dressed in their sleepwear; Yorktown herself having picked out a simple lavender nightgown whilst Hammann had gone for a pair of blue pyjama top and shorts, the material slightly fluffy to the touch. The cat-girl looked decidedly cute in the outfit, doubly so when she was blushing an adorable red hue and pouting to herself petulantly. Perhaps adding to her embarrassment was the fact Yorktown wanted to brush her hair before bed; the littlest bit of affection rendering Hammann a flustered mess.
Soon though she was finished, giving one last brush to get out any tugs before laying the brush down, smiling. ''There.''
''Finally!'' Hammann petulantly exclaimed, hopping up to her feet.
''It wasn't that bad.'' Yorktown teased lightly as she stood with her; pulling the bed covers down.
The cat-girl just pouted, a petulant whine escaping her lips. Giggling at the sound Yorktown slipped under the thick covers and shifted over, holding the blanket up – and after a second Hammann slipped in, her slim frame cuddling up against hers. Yorktown didn't point it out; merely smiling warmly and laying the covers back over them, her hand coming to rest on Hammann's back. The shared warmth put her heart at ease, and one look at Hammann's face chased away the nightmares that might arise within her mind.
It must've shown on her face however, as when Hammann looked up at her the cat-girl frowned, posing a question that she'd clearly been holding back for several days now. ''What did you even have nightmares about?''
Yorktown debated not telling her, brushing it off or telling a half-truth... but at the same time, she couldn't find it in her to lie to Hammann. ''...I dreamt of sinking again. Of you sinking. The nightmares in question change, but it's always the same at its core... you end up losing your life for me.''
''O-Oh.'' Hammann flushed a little, brow furrowing. ''Well, it's not like that'll happen again though? I-I won't make the same mistake twice!''
''I know you won't.'' Yorktown smiled softly. ''I just can't help but worry about you. I don't want to lose you again; to either a Submarine or a Siren.''
Hammann huffed. ''Then I won't. I'll stick around for as long as you need me!''
A quiet chuckle worked its way out of Yorktown's lips. ''Even if I need you forever?''
''Hmph, if necessary!'' Hammann said pridefully, eyes fierce with determination. ''No matter what, I'll always follow you. So stop having those stupid nightmares, okay?!''
Yorktown just hummed warmly, slipping her left hand up and taking Hammann's right in her own; squeezing it. For once the Destroyer didn't flutter and get all flustered, her momentary determination outweighing any embarrassment the intimacy brought. Staring into those fiery blue eyes Yorktown felt at ease; knowing that the Destroyer truly would stay with her. Protecting her, and giving Yorktown the opportunity to protect her in turn, even if it one day costed them a mission's success.
Hammann was special to her like that.
Gazing down into the Destroyer's blue eyes Yorktown couldn't help but notice her lips; so soft and pink. A wave of emotion bubbled up within her, the feelings in her heart rushing up to the surface, telling her this was the time to let them out – to communicate them to Hammann without need for tease or jest. The feelings grew to uncontainable proportions within moments, and then finally burst through.
Yorktown expressed them by leaning in – and then pressing her lips against Hammann's. Her lips felt as soft as they looked, parting in slight surprise and letting a tiny breath escape, only enticing Yorktown to drag out the deep kiss for a few moments longer. When her lips left Hammann's they made a soft popping sound, her gaze inevitably drawn to Hammann's startled eyes, her cheeks burning crimson.
''Y... Yorktown...?''
''You're very special to me, Hammann.'' Yorktown gently confessed, resting her forehead against the Destroyer's intimately. ''Special enough that I don't want to let you go.''
''I-I, um...'' Hammann began to get flustered – before in a moment of self-control took a breath, and eased it out a second later, calming herself. ''I... r-r-really like you t-too...!''
The confession was quick and stutter-laden, but it elicited a gentle laugh from Yorktown all the same. A laugh that was silenced when Hammann leaned up, kissing her suddenly and clumsily, lacking the elegance that Yorktown put into her own kiss. Seeing that the carrier cupped Hammann's cheek and slowed her down, releasing a low hum as she progressively deepened the kiss, pushing her lips against Hammann's and tilting her head ever-so-slightly, sliding their lips together lovingly.
Soon their lips drifted apart, a mutual inhale punctuating the silence – before they went right back at it. Their lips meshed together and their joined hands squeezed the other's, a shiver lancing through Hammann when Yorktown laid her other hand on her lower back; pulling her closer until their bodies were flush together. All they did was kiss yet it built a hot tension in the air, the warmth of the bed feeling so smotheringly hot when it was the two of them in it.
''Mm...'' Yorktown pulled away from Hammann's lips – and instead buried her face into the cat-girl's neck, kissing her on the jugular.
The gasp she wrung out of Hammann was equal parts cute and arousing, as was the subsequent whine that bubbled out of her throat. Emboldened by the sound Yorktown pressed her lips flush against Hammann's slim neck, planting one kiss after another as she worked her way up it, feeling the cat-girl shiver against her. She smooched over the back of her ear before going around to the front, kissing her on the ear and eliciting a deep mewl from the Destroyer, her hands pawing at her fruitlessly.
Lips curling up Yorktown blew a raspberry on Hammann's neck – relishing the cute squeal that fled the cat-girl's lips. She smooched one more kiss onto her neck before going back up to her ear, kissing it and unleashing her tongue upon it; sliding the wet appendage around the rim of Hammann's ear. The Destroyer squirmed, gasping out laboured breaths that left Yorktown feeling distinctly hot, and decidedly a little bold.
''Mm... Hammann...'' She slid her hands around and grasped the front of the cat-girl's top. ''Forgive me for this...''
Punctuating her breathy words Yorktown shifted her lips down, pecking her way down Hammann's slim collarbone. The white-haired girl quivered, moans tumbling out passed her pale pink lips and enticing Yorktown to brief lean back up, reassuring her with a kiss. Hammann reciprocated, embarrassed but mumbling for her to continue, her cheeks aflame as more and more pale skin was laid bare to the carrier.
The moment they broke apart from the kiss Yorktown went back to work, excitement weaselling up her stomach as she popped open a few more buttons – and then Hammann's blue pyjama shirt spilled open, revealing her smooth, flat belly and her small but plump boobs, her nipples a rosy hue. Smiling gently Yorktown took her left nipple and tweaked it, giggling when it made Hammann whimper adorably, once more enticing Yorktown to kiss the Destroyer.
''Mn~'' Hammann moaned shyly into the kiss.
Shifting down the bed slightly Yorktown leaned away from the kiss – and then instead brought her lips down upon Hammann's chest. Slow kisses planted themselves across her soft, doughy flesh, her lips making their way to one of the rosy nubs and taking it into her mouth; sucking on it. Hammann held the back of her head with one hand, whimpers and gasps fleeing her pursed lips despite her best attempts at containing them, her body subtly convulsing with suppressed pleasure.
However Yorktown wanted more than just to tease Hammann. Slowly her right hand crept down Hammann's belly, taking her time to admire it before teasing the waistband of her shorts, asking. Hammann said nothing but her free hand came down and shoved Yorktown's hand into her shorts, giving her all the permission she needed – feeling around for only a second until she found her prize.
''Ah~!'' Hammann gasped as Yorktown groped her between her legs. ''Y-Yorktown...''
''Ssh.'' Yorktown kissed her right breast. ''I'll be gentle.''
Whimpering in embarrassed and with atomic-red cheeks Hammann could only agree, intimately focused on the fingers that stroked her delicate folds. As promised Yorktown was gentle; running her fingers along Hammann's folds experimentally before spreading them apart, using her middle finger to tease her entrance – not quite putting it in yet. The cat-girl whimpered again, needy, and Yorktown stopped teasing her.
The first finger slid in easily, the digit swiftly becoming embraced by hot wet flesh that pressed down upon it. A second finger pushed in with ease as well, but the third finger met a bit of resistance as it went in – all three digits slowly beginning to pump in-and-out, pistoning into Hammann's wet sex and coaxing out an endless stream of whimpers from her lips, the Destroyer struggling to keep her voice down lest they be overheard.
''Do you like that?'' Yorktown asked softly, kissing between Hammann's breasts.
Hammann just whimpered in reply, legs shutting around Yorktown's hand as best as they could. Encouraged by the lewd feeling Yorktown began to move her fingers a little faster; probing them around Hammann's pussy and searching for any little sensitive spots. She spread her fingers apart and felt Hammann tense up delightfully, or she curled her digits and watched as Hammann's back arched, a strangled moan bubbling out of her throat; a sound she stubbornly tried to hold back.
The cat-girl's wetness became more apparent the more Yorktown moved her fingers, a spark of lust filling her as she felt Hammann's honey trickle down her fingers, sticking between them when she scissored her fingers apart. Her thumb came up and began to stroke at her folds, tracing the soft lower lips until she could find her clit – and then with gentle vigour she began to toy with the nub, pressing it or rubbing it side-to-side, keeping a careful eye on Hammann's reactions lest it be painful for her.
It wasn't. Soft gasps became hoarse exhales of pleasure, the Destroyer clamping a hand over her mouth just so she could squeak out her moans into her palm. Her demure chest heaved with her deep breaths; rasping inhales preluding the whimpering sounds that would soon quiver back out of her throat. When Yorktown began to pump her fingers faster the sounds only got louder; whimpers becoming whines and whines becoming soft cries, tears of pleasure building in Hammann's screwed-shut eyes.
''Does it feel good?'' Yorktown couldn't resist saying it; a smile gracing her motherly visage as she teased her lover. ''You're getting quite wet; there's no use hiding it~''
Hammann whimpered in reply, and parted her fingers long enough to speak. ''...f-feels good...!''
Then the cat-girl covered her mouth again; just in time to muffle her quivering moan of pleasure. Aroused by the sight Yorktown worked her fingers faster, abandoning any attempt at teasing in favour of passionate finger-fucking – jamming the digits into Hammann's weeping folds and watching the cat-girl spasm in response, her spine going rigid and her cat ears twitching erratically.
She took that as a good sign. Her fingers plunged into Hammann faster, feeling the hot flesh quiver and clench around her intruding digits – doubly so when she scissored them apart, spreading Hammann's inner walls apart for a brief moment. The Destroyer tried to last, she clearly did, but whatever experience she had was utterly nullified by the fact it was Yorktown doing it to her; the motherly woman hitting all the right spots and melting Hammann into malleable putty.
''Ah, a-ahh... ohh...!'' Hammann moaned into her hand, shaking her head. ''No, I, I... ahh, a-ahh...! I- AH!''
A short cry, a spasming jerk, and Hammann orgasmed. She clutched onto Yorktown's head and pulled her into her demure chest, seizing up and outright humping Yorktown's hand, impaling herself upon the scissoring fingers within her folds and orgasming on them, squirting her honey around them and smacking her pelvis against the carrier's palm, the lewd slapping sound only amplifying her climax and tempting her to repeat the motion, riding out her mind-whitening high.
Then Yorktown withdrew her hand, smiling teasingly into Hammann's bust. The Destroyer buckled and shut her thighs tightly together, gasping into Yorktown's forehead as she blindly humped the air, the slightest bit of friction between her thighs enough to drag out her orgasm for that tiny second longer. Eventually though the pleasure waned and a hint of clarity returned to her, moaning embarrassedly as she stopped humping the air and just rubbed her slim thighs together, the material of her pyjama shorts now damp.
Smiling Yorktown shifted back up the bed slightly, pulling Hammann in and letting her rest her face in the carrier's bust. ''Enjoy that?''
''M-Mm...'' Hammann demurely agreed, blushing furiously.
Giggling elatedly Yorktown leaned down, claiming the cat-girl's lips in a kiss. Hammann moaned into it, cupping her cheeks and dragging out the intimate kiss, her former clumsiness fading after multiple passionate kisses. And it did wonders for her confidence too, as Yorktown swiftly discovered – her own cheeks turning red as Hammann shifted on top of her and pushed her flat onto her back, only then breaking off the kiss.
Blushing furiously Hammann shifted backwards, the bed sheets pooling down her lower back as she made her way down the bed – before she laid down between Yorktown's thighs. The carrier understood what she wanted to do and chuckled bashfully, her hands sliding down and grasping the sides of her plain black underwear; pushing them down to her thighs. Hammann pulled them the rest of the way down her legs, breathing hard as she took them off her ankles and threw them aside.
''Ah...'' Hammann seemed unsure of what to do from there; lacking the experience.
Seeing that Yorktown gently asserted control; laying a hand on Hammann's head and guiding her between her thighs. ''Just experiment a little, okay? Find out what works for you.''
Mumbling an embarrassed thanks Hammann tentatively grasped her thighs, lithe fingertips digging into her fleshy thighs and opening them a little wider, allowing the cat-girl better access. Then with an audible gulp she slipped her tongue out, a hot breath exhaling itself over Yorktown's folds – before Hammann stroked her tongue along her womanhood. The subsequent moan that escaped the carrier was deep and full of lust, instantly igniting Hammann's cheeks, and emboldening her to do it again.
One lick became two, then three. Hammann demurely looked her in the eyes as she did so, pink tongue wet with saliva as it stroked up her slit and her fingers groped her thighs. Then without breaking eye-contact Hammann shifted her right hand in closer, two fingers extending and pushing them into Yorktown – coaxing out a soft sigh of bliss from the aforementioned carrier, her inner walls tightening around the intruding digits, ever so slim as they were.
''Mn~'' Yorktown had no compunction about hold back her voice; letting Hammann hear it loud and clear.
And it clearly excited Hammann. Her slim fingers began to piston in-and-out of her womanhood, thrusting in as deep as she could bury them and twisting her wrist this way and that, rotating her fingers around. She added a third one and shivered in lust when Yorktown clenched around all three fingers, withdrawing them entirely – only to then replace it with her tongue, burying it inside the carrier's pussy.
''Oh~!'' Yorktown clasped a hand over her mouth just in time to muffle the moan. ''M-Mm... that's it...''
Hammann replied by way of groping her thighs, her small but dexterous tongue swirling around her womanhood, exploring. Her inner walls fruitlessly tried to clench around her tongue but the appendage always managed to escape, relentlessly teasing her quivering inner walls. She got more into it, foregoing holding Yorktown's thighs and just flat-out burying her head between them, her nose pressing against the carrier's clit incidentally and coaxing out a moan from the aforementioned woman.
Unable to resist Yorktown slid a hand down and held onto Hammann's head, moaning her name as she felt the teasing tongue within her prod at her inner walls, pushing and pressing about. She laid her other hand on her own breast, biting her lip as she began to fondle herself even as Hammann ate her out – though if anything the sight of her groping herself seemed to arouse Hammann more, the cat-girl hungrily tongue-fucking her without pause.
''Mm, ah, haah...'' Yorktown didn't dare shut her eyes; soaking in the sight of Hammann between her legs, committing it to memory.
Heat began to bubble up within her, a rising pressure that tightened her muscles and took the breath from her lungs, making it hard if not impossible to think straight. She ran her fingers through Hammann's hair and pulled her closer, mewling sounds of pleasure escaping her parted lips as the stroking tongue pushed her closer to the edge. Every exhaled breath teased her folds and every stroke of her tongue ignited her nerves, winding the spring that little bit tighter within her.
Then in a moment of boldness Hammann grasped her fleshy thighs, holding them up as she continued tongue-fucking her. With her legs raised her muscles tightened up, amplifying the pleasure reverberating through her pelvis, the heat peaking into a fiery burn-
-until finally Yorktown climaxed. ''Hammann~!''
Powerful waves of pleasure washed through her body in an instant, her orgasm rippling through her and coaxing out a cry of pleasure from her lips. Honey gushed around Hammann's tongue and the Destroyer lapped it up, holding her thighs tight as she relentlessly ate her out, dragging out her powerful orgasm for that little bit longer.
Then in a heartbeat she flopped back onto the bed with a gasp, her orgasm spasming up her body once more before lulling, coaxing out a softer exhale from Yorktown's lips. She laid there for a good few moments, panting and shuddering as pleasurable aftershocks washed over her, leaving her skin tingling and her mind pleasantly foggy.
''Mn... ah, hah...'' Yorktown shivered as Hammann pulled out her tongue. ''Hah... you did amazing, Hammann...''
The cat-girl just blushed, flashing her a demure smile and crawling up her body – their lips soon meeting in a deep, romantic kiss. Yorktown relished it; running her hands over Hammann's bare ribs and around to her back, smiling into the kiss as she spread her fingers out and dipped them down into the cat-girl's shorts, pushing them down her cute rear.
''Mm...'' Their lips drifted apart, allowing the carrier to speak. ''Allow me... to repay you~''
Hammann squealed as Yorktown flipped them over, the carrier's head going between Hammann's spasming thighs – the rest of the night bleeding away in sweaty passion.
X-x-X
The next morning Enterprise and Hornet returned from their commission early; making their way straight for their shared bedroom to get a change of clothes and shower.
''Mn~'' Hornet groaned as she stretched her arms over her head, sighing. ''Man, I feel like I could just crash about now...''
''I wouldn't.'' Enterprise warned her. ''You'll mess up your internal clock if you do. Just try and make it through the day; you can head to bed early.''
''That's too long a wait...''
The two carriers languidly talked between themselves, the silver-haired Enterprise being the one to fish out her key – jingling it into the lock and twisting, popping the door open.
And any conversation dried up as they both took a step inside the room, and found Yorktown in bed. Naked. With an equally-naked Hammann cuddling into her bare breasts, drooling in her sleep. With a bunch of scattered clothing around the bed.
…
''Let's... come back later.''
''Yeah... I think I need some coffee...''
The door clicked behind them, both blushing furiously as they left.
On the plus side, Yorktown never had another nightmare about Hammann sinking again.
On the downside, both Hornet and Enterprise would never let her live the moment down.
[END]