A/N: About time I did another Roon fic, especially based upon the picture used (can't link it, but it can be found on my Twitter or on the AO3 version of this story. Overflowing with plot potential, it is

Enjoy~

Succumb

It was a warm evening when the Naval Base's yearly ball was hosted.

As always it was a grand affair. Banners were draped across windows and over flowing curtains, tables of food were set up and music was a constant; altering in tone and pitch so everyone could get a dance, whether it be a more romantic slow dance or a faster, more upbeat pop jig. Ship-Girls of various factions were clad in dresses as they danced the night away or mingled with their allies, snacking on the plentiful supply of food freely.

The Commander naturally also found himself at the ball. Technically as an overseer to make sure nobody got too out-of-control, but in practice he was just as much of a guest as they were – indulging in food and drink with equal vigour. Of course several times he had to talk down Ship-Girls or personally take them home, sometimes resulting in the more clingy drunks trying to lure him into their rooms – whether for something lewd or to literally just to use him as a hot water bottle until they passed out, he never indulged to find out. Though some tested that resolve.

A resolve further weakened, this year, by the presence of one of his newer ships. Roon.

''Hmhm, Kommandant, don't you think I look quite lovely in this dress~?''

''Yes, you do, Roon. Here, have some cake.''

The Commander smiled tightly even as he handed a plate of cake to the Ironblood woman, not-so-subtly trying to shut her up by having her mouth full. Whether Roon noticed or not she smiled all the same – that sharp, almost seductive smile that teased him with every word she said. Whether she be casually talking and then sliding a subtle flirt into her words, or just bluntly asking him about things, Roon had a way of catching him off-guard constantly.

Not helped by her outfit. Consisting of a black-red dress that barely passed her thighs it showed off a lot of her creamy legs and laid her arms bare, alongside giving him a plentiful view of her cleavage. Roon only exacerbated that fact, constantly pushing an arm under her bust to push it up or squeezing her boobs between her arms as she 'innocently' leaned forwards. She was teasing him and both of them knew it, but frustratingly few else did; all assuming Roon was, at best, just playing around with him.

And it wore on him. The subtle flirting, the smug smiles, the gleam in her eyes when she saw the cracks in his polite mask – she wasn't just trying to flirt, she was trying to rile him up, to make him snap at her or say something best not said in front of a crowd. He couldn't begin to fathom why, but he knew what her game was and was determined not to fall for it... but, unfortunately, Roon was nothing if not persistent. And she had been hanging around him all night, following at a distance when he led girls back to their dorms and always cheerful to lead him back to the party.

''Hm? Is something bothering you, Kommandant?'' Swallowing the deliberately-small bite of cake in her mouth, Roon inquired of him, smiling all the whilst. ''You look a little heated. Perhaps you should take that jacket of yours off~''

''I'm fine, thanks.'' The Commander flatly said so, shifting away from the main crowds and moving towards the back of the large hall they'd rented for the night. ''Shouldn't you be talking with your friends?''

''I'm quite alright~'' Roon cheerily said, snaking one arm around his. ''I'd rather stay with you. Do you not want me here, Kommandant~?''

The Commander pursed his lips and muttered a tight denial, eyes flickering about – until he laid eyes on one of the unused staff rooms, the door marked as such and near the wide doors leading outside. Thinking fast he marched towards it, leaving the smiling Roon to follow; everyone else too occupied with their own conversations to pay them any mind. Something that only encouraged the Commander to lead his frustrating subordinate through the wood, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her in the last few steps and shutting the door behind her – locking it with a twist of the knob.

''What is your problem?'' The Commander then growled, polite facade falling.

''Hm? What do you mean, Kommandant?'' Painfully-fake innocence coloured Roon's smiling visage, appearing about as innocent as someone with their hand in the cookie jar.

''You know what.'' The Commander growled, pushing her back a little. ''Teasing me. Working me up. Don't play dumb with me Roon.''

Roon merely giggled. ''Oh, that? I'm just showing me love for you, Kommandant~ You make the cutest faces when you get so frustrated~''

The Commander clicked his tongue and growled, averting his gaze. The room around them wasn't really noteworthy; burgundy walls and brown flooring with a dozen or so unused serving tables, with a half-dozen couches and numerous chairs stacked at one end of the room. Two of the couches laid near the centre of the room with a table between, probably used by the staff during breaks, prompting him to meander over to it – sorely needing a seat in that moment.

''Hah...'' He plopped himself down into the seat with a sigh. ''Well stop it. It's frustrating me.''

''Aw~'' A bit of mocking laced Roon's sweet tone. ''Am I too much for you, Kommandant~? You don't seem like the weak type to me, you seem strong... you are, aren't you~?''

The Commander was silent; refusing to play along with her games. Roon didn't mind however, a seductive smile curled at her rose-painted lips as she sat down next to him and leaned in. A warm breath tickled his ear but he stubbornly refused to react, his hands clenching into fists as he used every ounce of restraint. A task made infinitely harder when the cruiser leaned in, and whispered into his ear.

''You said I look good in this dress, Kommandant.'' Roon noted softly. ''Were you lying?''

''...no.'' He begrudgingly answered.

Roon smiled; the expression visible as she ran her lips across his ear. ''Then why were you looking at everyone else too? You said Akagi and Kaga looked lovely. You chatted with that San Juan girl. Why do that when you have me? Someone who can give you anything you want...''

Her teeth grazed over his earlobe. ''...someone who can satisfy your every urge...''

''...someone who can submit their body to you and become your plaything...'' Roon crooned, kissing his ear.

''Someone... who you can do anything, anything, to~''

The Commander snapped. With a rush of strength he snatched up Roon's wrists and shoved her down onto the couch, snarling as he held the Ironblood woman down against the couch – panting hard, heavy breaths, glaring at her even as Roon was pinned onto her side, grinning up at him as she finally made him crack; made him give into his deepest, darkest urges.

''You want it, huh?'' The Commander growled, releasing her left wrist and grabbing her head instead, bunching some of her strawberry-blonde locks up between his fingers. ''Fine. You'll fucking get it.''

Roon giggled – but anything she intended to say was silenced as the Commander dove down and mashed his lips against hers. It was a rough, wild kiss, his lips pressing forcefully against Roon's and making the cruiser smile even wider as she reciprocated, kissing him back. He didn't care; he didn't even care if she would've resisted. She had wound him up; she was going to pay for that.

Something he started working on by grabbing the front of her dress and yanking it down. The straps holding it up practically snapped and Roon's breasts bounced free from their tight containment, plump and smooth to the touch as he grabbed ahold of her right one, his fingers sinking into its doughy softness. Roon moaned in surprise, shuddering beneath him as he manhandled her breast so harshly, tempting his other hand down and groping both of her boobs as he messily kissed her.

Until the need to breathe forced him back with a gasp, panting lightly. ''You...''

''Hehe...'' A little out of breath herself Roon just giggled, grinning that same overconfident grin up at him. ''What's the matter, Kommandant~?''

In response the Commander growled, and with a harshness he didn't know he had he grabbed her neck and kept her head pinned to the couch, his other hand furiously unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants down to around his thighs; his thumb dipping into his boxers and pushing them down too, exposing his hardening cock. Roon playfully began to struggle, a giggle escaping her even as she squirmed beneath him, her body pressing into the couch as if to make herself as small as possible.

The faux-submission only infuriated him more, tempting him to crawl on top of the vixen, one hand jerking his cock until he was rock hard. She covered her mouth with one hand, forcing him to yank her wrist aside, but she merely covered her mouth with her other hand. Only getting more frustrated the Commander grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them together with one hand, freeing his other and allowing him to force her mouth open with thumb – and at last he could shove his thick length into her mouth.

''Mm!'' The Commander buckled in pleasure; her mouth wet and hot as his dick slid inside.

Her tongue only made it feel a thousand times better; the wet appendage licking over the sensitive tip and swirling a teasing lap around it, said tongue soon dragging itself down and around the head, wetting his dick. She pursed her lips around his cock when he began to rear his hips back, the gentle embrace around his girth only encouraging him to shove his cock back into her mouth, groaning under his breath as he face-fucked the teasing cruiser.

Even as he stuffed her mouth with his cock Roon's eyes still held a gleam of amusement, as if being violated was her plan all along. Growling at that he grabbed a handful of her strawberry-blonde locks and pulled lightly, taking some pleasure in hearing her grunt, encouraging him to pull her hair more as he forced his cock in deeper, shuddering as he leaned forwards a little and bucked his hips harsher, moaning as he at last went balls-deep in her mouth, his balls hitting her chin.

''How that feel, huh?'' The Commander muttered lustfully, slamming down her throat and hearing Roon gag a little. ''Yeah, choke on it. Get what you deserve!''

Roon just made a wet gagging sound in return – but still sucked him off, her lips pursing snugly around his length and sucking along it when he reared his hips back. The motions set his cock afire with pleasure, his breathing rough and quick as he pumped his hips back-and-forth, his dick wet with her saliva and smearing said spit across her lips, their position meaning Roon was practically squished into the corner of the couch; pinned between the couch and his pelvis.

Until with a harsh grunt he yanked his hips back, pulling his cock out of her mouth. Wet strings of saliva hung between his cock and her mouth as Roon coughed, the cruiser panting and flushed in the cheeks, arousing him further – but he wasn't content with just putting his dick in her mouth. Instead he climbed off of her and moved further down the couch, both hands feverishly going under her dress and fumbling about, touching her soft thighs and waist until he found the waistband of her panties, allowing him to yank them to the side and press his wet cock-head against her puffy lips.

And without mercy, without even a warning, he shoved his cock inside her – groaning in rough, unadulterated bliss as her vaginal walls clamped around his cock. Beneath him Roon gasped and shuddered a little, shifting up, but he pinned her head back down against the couch by her neck, hissing in pleasure as he forced more of his cock into her pussy. She was tighter than he expected; the snug fit made all the more pleasurable by the face-fuck he'd just given her, his dick sensitive and tingly with bliss.

''Mn! Ah...!'' Roon moaned out; smiling breathily up at him. ''S-So rough, Kommandant~''

Growling the Commander hauled her head up by the neck, mashing his lips against hers. She moaned into the forceful kiss, her lips still wet with saliva but neither cared – pouring themselves into the kiss even as he slammed his hips forth with short, rough bucks of his hips, his cock pounding itself between her folds and sheathing deeply into her tight tunnel, his pelvis smacking against hers as he went balls-deep after just a few short, rough thrusts.

''Mn, you're wet.'' The Commander growled out; one hand grabbing her breast as he broke off the kiss, groping her. ''Getting off on this aren't you?''

Roon just giggled; the sound melting into a moan mid-way through. ''Hehe- Mm~ You just feel so big, Kommandant, I love it~''

The fact she was getting off on this simultaneous ticked him off and aroused him, the two emotions melting into a rough mix within him – encouraging him to slam his hips forth, smacking his pelvis against hers and burying his girth all the way into Roon. The way her pussy coiled tight around him and squeezed pulled a moan out of him, another thrust following suit and getting more friction out of it, his breath coming out in laboured grunts as he put his all into it, fucking Roon like he was trying to fuck the tease out of her.

Roon's moans told him he wasn't doing a very good job of that, a gigging mewl fleeing a moment later when he grabbed at her legs and moved them onto either side of his waist, allowing him to slam his cock into her faster. The resounding clapping of flesh bounced off the walls, and in a brief moment of clarity he wondered if someone outside in the main hall might hear... before he promptly banished the thought with a growl. He was going to fuck Roon senseless even if he had to drag her into the middle of the crowd and have them watch him rail her raw.

A prospect Roon didn't seem to mind, moaning as she snaked her legs around his waist and pulled him into her – locking her ankles behind his back to stop him from pulling out. She laid her hands on his chest at the same time, licking her lips so seductively he just had to kiss her; mashing his lips against hers in a ferocious kiss that muffled her hot moan, her voice rising in pitch when he smacked her thigh and rammed into her harder, his thrusts becoming desperate and almost primal, his shaft scraping her wet, gripping walls as she tried to squeeze out his dolloping heat.

''Mn! Nn!'' The Commander grunted harshly, breaking off the kiss. ''Fuck, I'm gonna-!''

Too late. His orgasm hit suddenly and powerfully; a rushing wave of heat lancing up his cock and making him instinctively slam in deep – and then moan as he climaxed, cum erupting from his shaft and pouring into Roon's depths. Her walls clamped even tighter, squeezing it out of him and sending shudders up his torso, making him buck his hips again and again; his short, rushed thrusts scraping her tight walls and squeezing out a little more cum from him.

''Hah... hah...'' The Commander was left panting; gulping in a quick breath before exhaling it back out. ''You fucking...''

''He... hehe~'' Roon giggled back, smiling breathlessly up at him. ''Looks like you're being honest now, Kommandant~''

The Commander grunted, pushing her legs off and pulling his dick out, but despite just cumming he was still hard – his rage keeping him erect. Something that Roon herself noticed, cooing as she sat upright and crawled over to him, sparing him an amused glance as she leaned down and kissed the tip. The gentle kiss preluded the naughty lips that swallowed up his tip, and with a muffled hum Roon slid her lips all the way down his cock, deep-throating him.

Moaning at the feeling he leaned back into the couch and decided to just enjoy the service, his breathing tight and rough as he laid a hand on the back of her neck and controlled her movements – making her go down when he wanted. A moan bubbled up out of his throat as Roon worked her mouth; her pursed lips slurping up his shaft and a wet grunt escaping her when she went all the way down his cock, her free hand coming up and playing with his balls as she gave him head.

Panting heavily he glanced down her back and reached down, idly groping her shapely ass she sucked him off, her head of strawberry-blonde hair bobbing up-and-down just in his peripheral vision, the wet slurping sounds accompanying the lewd sight and sensation only fuelling his unbridled lust, the urges within him growing out of control as he gave into the rampant want within.

Prompting him to soon push her head down his cock – and hold her there.

''Ghk... Mmph...'' Roon gagged a little; his cock stuffed down her throat. ''Mmk... g-ghk...!''

Seconds ticked by and her air supply began to thin, yet he didn't let up – testing her by leaning down and whispering into her ear. ''How's it feel, huh? Huh?''

Wet, gulping gags answered him; convulsions jerking through her upper-body as she began to choke on his wet cock, her throat spasming around his length and drool slick and sticky against his girth. Yet still he didn't let up, fully preparing to hold her head down until she passed out with his dick in her mouth. Roon didn't back down even as her eyelashes began to flutter, eyelids drooping-

-when at last he loosened his hold on her neck and allowed the cruiser to rear her head back, inhaling a deep breath and immediately choking on her own spit, coughing raggedly. He smacked her back to help her out and grabbed her right arm with his other hand, pulling her closer until he could get a grip on her hips, pulling Roon onto his lap. The coughing Ship-Girl understood, getting her breathing under control with a breathy smile and grabbing his dick, lining him up with her cum-leaking entrance.

And then with a moan Roon impaled herself on his shaft, the tip of his dick disappearing between her folds and his shaft sinking into her sex, eliciting a mutual moan out of them.

One that escalated into a yelp from Roon when he yanked her down by her hips, impaling her fully on his cock. The shock of it wore off after a second, a hot groan escaping the cruiser as she nigh-instantly began to ride him; lifting her hips up before pushing back down again, every little movement making her walls coil and constrict his sensitive cock. The Commander moaned lowly at the feeling, leaning back against the back of the couch and rubbing her criminally-smooth hips, his hands coming down to smack them as she rode him, earning a happy moan from his companion.

His hands were soon to travel around to her ass, grabbing it momentarily before spanking it, relishing the masochistic moan he drew out of Roon. His hands crept further north and grabbed at her tits, squeezing them roughly or hefting them about, one part fascinated and three parts full of sheer arousal, soon tempting him to take her left nipple into his mouth – sucking on the pink nub. Roon moaned and held his head, pulling him against her tit as she kept riding him, her searing wet walls squeezing his shaft, the dangerous pulses perhaps warning of a growing orgasm.

''Mn...!'' Bucking his hips up the Commander sheathed his shaft in her regardless, feeling the cum still inside her get stirred about.

The up-down bounces of Roon also meant some of his load was pushed out; seeping out around his meaty cock and drooling down it or splatting against his pelvis, making room for the next creampie he was most assuredly going to give her. As if sensing that Roon began bouncing on him faster, her breathing getting quick and shallow as she worked her waist; spicing it up by planting herself down and rolling her hips around in circles, stirring him around her tight pussy.

''Hah, fuck...!'' The Commander growled, smacking her hips again. ''Turn around, now.''

Moaning Roon obeyed, bouncing on his dick just a couple more times before bouncing up and off of his dick, her breathing heavy as she hurriedly turned around, knees pressing into the couch cushions as she straddled him reverse-cowgirl. Holding the back of her dress up with one hand the Commander watched as she grasped his dick and lined him up with her glistening pussy, the tip sliding along her lips until she got it right – and then groaned as Roon impaled herself on his shaft, the reverse-cowgirl position feeling so novel in that moment.

Without hesitation Roon continued to ride him, her ass smacking down against his pelvis as she went down to the base each time, her wet walls gripping his shaft as she raised herself back up and then dropped back down again; lewd wet squelches preluding it each time. The sound only made it harder to hold back, his cock pulsing against her insides and both of his hands going to her smooth, peachy ass, grabbing it and bringing his palms down in harsh skin-reddening spanks, coaxing out more breathy mewls from his fuck-doll.

''Hah... I'm gonna cum again...'' The Commander growled, grabbing her hips and yanking her down. ''Take it...''

''A-As you wish, Kommandant~'' Roon moaned out in a sweet voice.

The cruiser arched her back as she moaned, working her hips in ways that meant he got a glimpse at her sex as she impaled herself down onto him, his arousal reaching its peak as he witnesses his pulsing shaft slid between her cream-leaking lips before slipping back out. Never did she moved her hips too far up to let him slip out, and several times when she nearly did so, the head almost visible, she was quick to grab his shaft and greedily guide him back into her tight hole, smacking herself all the way down his cock to make up for it.

The feverish motions, the gripping tightness, the horny moans – all of it proved too much for him to resist.

And thus with a shout he bucked his hips and orgasmed, relief rushing up through his body as he unloaded his balls inside Roon. The Ironblood woman moaned tightly, her pussy clenching extra tight and squirting a little around his shaft as she climaxed with him, the knowledge he'd made her cum heightening his orgasmic high – his balls nearly drained as Roon squeezed out every last spurt of cum he had in him, pouring it into her womb or leaving it to leak out of her sex.

The latter aspect became much more visible as Roon then moaned and sat upright, letting his dick spring out of her tight hole and let a stream of cum leak out, dripping down onto the tip of his shaft.

''Mm~'' Roon purred, smiling salaciously. ''You came a lot, Kommandant~ Guess you really are an animal like Deutschland always says~''

The Commander growled, grabbing her waist. ''We're not done yet. Not until you can't walk out of here straight.''

Roon just peered back at him, licking her lips in anticipation. ''Let's see if you can, my dear Kommandant~''

He would later prove that yes, he could.

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