A/N: And thus, I polish off the year with 600 fics, on the dot~ Went with a slightly rougher tone with this one, similar to that Shinano fic I did a couple months back. Hope you like it~
With the end of the year and the coming of the next a couple changes will be happening, too. Firstly, I'll be shifting back to uploads every two days instead of every day, similar to what I did at the start of 2021; partially for some more breathing room but also so I can focus more on the story-oriented fics - I've gotten some work on them since the end of Stardust, but December has mostly been taken up with smut, thus I'll need some time to focus on them too. I'll have a tweet up shortly regarding progress on that front~
In addition, requests will be closing again. Far sooner than normal, I'm aware - usually I keep requests open for a few months before closing them again - but in the interest of working through the requests faster I'll close them for now but, hopefully, open them sooner than I would have normally been able to. Exceptions apply for those who were in conversation with me about making a request prior to this being posted, naturally.
Well, that said, let's all do our best for the coming year, yes~?
Enjoy~
Sing Me Your Special Song
New Years Eve had arrived.
That much was easily apparent by the number of fireworks in the sky; the string of pops and fizzles and hisses resounding through the night sky endlessly. Throngs of people moved below, passing down artificial streets between hurriedly-erected stalls, some run by Ship-Girls and others run by regular merchants, all selling numerous toys and trinkets for those passing to buy.
The Commander was not one of those taking part in the base's festivities, however. Instead the well-built man stood on the veranda of his eastern-styled house, arms crossed and gazing out at the Ship-Girls down the steep hill that led to his house, his keen eyes picking out some familiar faces as they meandered through the crowds, clad in pretty kimonos or elegant yukatas. Naturally many had invited him to join them, but he just wasn't one for celebrations, preferring the quiet kind to these big festivals.
Though some of his subordinates seemed intent on him joining in. Or at least, one that was insistent on keeping him company.
''It's not good to be standing here all alone, dear child. Won't you come and indulge, at least for one night?''
The Commander turned, annoyed as he looked behind himself at Friedrich der Grosse. The motherly woman with a penchant for referring to him so affectionately stood in the sparse guest room behind him, having dropped by to convince him. Not wanting her to stand outside lest she draw attention he'd invited her inside... though, he belatedly realised that just gave the Battleship more reason than ever to tease him into joining the rest of the girls, since both knew he didn't have the heart to demand she leave, especially not on a night of fun like this.
''I told you once, Friedrich, I'm not going.'' The Commander gruffly said. ''I'm fine just watching from afar.''
He stiffened as a slender hand touched his shoulder. He was wearing a blue kimono, but the thick material didn't stifle Friedrich's dainty touch, nor protect him from the soft voice that teased his ear. ''But my child, don't you know how they miss you so? A night of their life this might be, if only you were to join them and make it memorable for them~''
The Commander squirmed, her phrasing unintentionally giving him certain ideas before he swatted them away from his mind. ''Still, I'm fine here. That's final.''
''But why?'' Cloth slowly shifted as Friedrich der Grosse stepped up to his side, just in his peripheral vision.
The Commander swallowed, refusing to answer. Not because it was a sensitive topic, or because he really did dislike festivals... but for a more embarrassing reason; he was horny. Immensely so, at that; weeks of hectic festive festivities leaving no time for some action with a willing subordinate, be it behind the desk or under the bed covers. That in and of itself wasn't too much of a problem... but when all of his beautiful subordinates were dressed up in alluring, and sometimes revealing kimonos or dresses? He was worried he'd snap and take one of them right then and there, voyeurs be damned.
It didn't help matters, either, that Friedrich was amongst that crowd. Even from the corner of his eye he could see the motherly woman, her black-red patterned kimono hanging off her elbows and barely hiding her large breasts, the smooth curve of her chest so perfect it drew the eye. He resisted the urge to stare but Friedrich was an alluring woman, and with these thoughts in his mind the Commander found it even harder to keep a clear head, soaking in the sight of her slim shoulders, her pretty lips, her knowing smile...
''Ah. That's why.'' The Commander flinched at her words. ''You don't dare walk amongst them lest you take them like a wolf takes its mates, no?''
The Commander coughed, looking to the side. ''Not sure what you're taking about.''
Barely-clothed breasts pressed against his right arm. ''Don't play coy, my child... I can see the desire in your eyes, the longing, the lust. You want those girls do you not?''
He shifted, grimacing. ''...yeah.''
''Then take them.'' Friedrich whispered the words into his ear, but it made the Commander shudder all the same. ''You are our Commander, remember. We are yours. Take us as you please, savage us like the beast you are in your heart... it's not as if many are unwilling, after all.''
The Commander just shook his head and backed up a step lest she tempt him further, scowling lightly. Friedrich just giggled at the sight, the motherly woman eyeing him with golden eyes full of warm amusement, but with a sensual quirk to her lips that drew his gaze onto them. He resisted however, scowl firmly in place as he marched past her back into the guest bedroom, eyes running over it as if searching for something to take his mind off his own pent-up arousal.
Until Friedrich sneaked up behind him, her ample bust pressing against his back. ''Oh child of mine... am I not delectable enough for you~?''
The Commander snapped. In a heartbeat he spun, snatching Friedrich's wrists and shoving her up against the wall behind her, the dull thud echoing in the stiff silence. The sound faded and all that was left was the distant sounds of the festival, both of them left inches apart and with bodies nearly touching... and, thanks to his position, he got an inviting view of Friedrich's cleavage, her breasts heaving with every slow breath she took.
''My.'' Friedrich smiled, golden eyes half-lidded. ''I guess I am~''
''If you keep acting like this I'm not going to be able to hold back.'' The Commander growled under his breath, squeezing her wrists tighter.
Friedrich let out a slow, sensual chuckle, leaning forwards until she could bring her lips close to his ear – whispering into it. ''And what makes you think, my child, that I would be opposed to that?''
The Commander drew a fortifying breath, telling himself to keep calm – but the moment Friedrich giggled ever-so-softly against his ear he lost it. Any sense or logic went out the window in an instant, primal lust surging up within him alongside a wild, all-consuming need for the woman in front of him.
And an instant later he darted in, mashing his lips against hers. ''Mmph~!''
Friedrich moaned into his mouth even as he shoved her up against the wall once more, his body pressing up against hers and pinning her to the wall. Releasing her wrists the Commander slid both hands down to her waist and around to her ass, pushing his crotch up against hers and furiously grinding up against her, coaxing a muffled moan out of Friedrich's lips. Cupping his cheek she deepened the kiss, smiling into it in such a way that it only drove him crazier, wanting to ravage the woman so hard she wouldn't be teasing him for a week.
As if sensing that desire Friedrich mewled and parted her lips, enticing the Commander to roughly shove his own tongue between her pink lips, finding her own tongue and feverishly wrestling with it. The Battleship moaned and held onto him, her kimono slipping down lower from the movement – and prompting the Commander to lean back and grab onto her kimono, ripping it down and letting her ample breasts bounce free.
''Ah, you- Mm~!'' Friedrich moaned as he pushed his face into her neck, teeth nipping at her flesh and trailing down her jugular. ''O-Oh, my child...''
The Commander just growled into her neck, hands cradling her waist as he grinded his crotch up against hers, her legs parted enough for there to be some friction. Surrendering to his lust the Commander greedily kissed down her collarbone, marking her as he went and leaving red hickeys all over her shoulder and neck, feeling Friedrich playfully squirm a bit, forcing him to keep a good hold on her lest she 'run away'. The little game only fuelled his arousal, his lips kissing down to her plump tits, touching the top of them and roughly kissing down to her left nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it.
Friedrich moaned; voice silky and smooth against his ear even as both his hands grabbed at her breasts, squishing her large tits between his greedy fingers. He manhandled her breasts, hefting them up and soon pushing his face between her soft tits, motor-boating her and planting a string of nipping kisses along her breasts – until Friedrich suddenly took control, grasping his shoulders and pushing him up against the wall instead.
''Mn-!'' The Commander grunted in surprise, struggling, but Friedrich pinned his wrists to the wall – doing the same to him as he did to her.
Cooing the motherly Battleship pushed her face into his own neck, lips soft and sensual as they smooched up his neck – the unfamiliar sensation forcing a groan out of the Commander. He wrestled for dominance but Friedrich was infinitely stronger than he, easily keeping him pinned as she teased him, kissing along his neck up to his ear... and, in the process, gave him quite a show as her kimono spilled open further, barely hanging together thanks to her obi sash, leaving her breasts fully bared to him and the angle giving him a peek down at her lacy underwear. Black, he noticed.
Then with a giggle Friedrich pulled away from his neck, kissing down his front and untying his own obi sash, allowing her to rip his kimono wide open and smooch her way down his chest, lips touching between his pectorals and down his stomach. Her grip remained firm all the way down, her grip loosening only once she reached his waist before she unhanded him entirely, allowing her to yank his striped boxers down.
And revealing his erect cock. ''Mm... so swollen and sore you must be, dear child. Let me fix that~''
Exhaling her words Friedrich leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip – before without a hint of shame or hesitation the motherly woman took his cock into her mouth. The Commander gritted his teeth, grabbing ahold of both her red horns and pulling her down, earning a muffled choke from the half-naked woman. He took pleasure in the sound, gritting out a moan and slamming his hips forth; face-fucking the Ironblood woman and sheathing his cock down her throat.
Friedrich shuddered, grasping onto his hips and willingly pushing herself down, her aroused moan partially muffled by the cock down her throat. He felt the vibrations her voice made against his shaft; saliva dripping down onto his cock as he slammed it between her rosy lips, gazing down into her half-lidded gold eyes as he face-fucked the Battleship senseless. Her horns felt cool beneath his grip but he held on firmly regardless, yanking on them so hard he briefly worried he'd snap them, but in that moment the only thing on his mind was sheer, unadulterated lust.
''Mmph, ghk, gh, Mm, ughk-!'' Friedrich wetly coughed around his cock, tilting her head back slightly even as he kept throat-fucking her – looking him in the eyes.
''Fuck, you wanted t-this all along, didn't you...'' The Commander hissed out, thrusting his cock along her wet tongue. ''You wanted me to fuck your dirty mouth and rip your clothes off, Mn, didn't you...?''
''Mmph~'' The muffled moan that escaped Friedrich was incomprehensible, but with a sensual lilt all the same.
Something that prompted the Commander to unhand her left horn and instead grab her by the hair, bundling her black locks beneath his fingers. Friedrich gasped slightly, startled, but her shock melted into near-masochistic pleasure as he yanked her mouth-first into his crotch. Raw gasps ripped themselves out of his throat with equal speed, his balls hitting Friedrich's chin over and over again, her spit dribbling down said chin or smearing across her rosy lips as they sucked him off.
Gritting his teeth the Commander leaned back against the wall, tilting his head stiffly to the left and looking out the still-open sliding door, distantly able to see people milling about even as he face-fucked the Ironblood woman. Her wet gulps and coughing swallows filled the guest room, and a moan escaped him as she sucked on just the right spot, coaxing a distinct heat up his shaft and towards the tip, her tongue pressing itself lovingly against the underside of his shaft.
Something that prompted him to hold her head – and then shove her back.
''Mm- ah!'' Friedrich gasped, coughing. ''Mn, my child-?!''
Friedrich let out a startled sound as he suddenly got down on his knees with her, both hands grasping her shoulders and shoving her to the floor fully, allowing the Commander to straddle her chest. Friedrich understood what he intended and smiled shakily, the amused glint in her eyes only reigniting his lust – and with a growl the Commander straddled her neck and pushed his cock against her lips, sticking a thumb inside her mouth to make her open her mouth fully.
She obediently parted her lips, moaning as he guided his cock into her mouth and then down her throat – one hand grabbing her hair as he began to face-fuck her once more. He was rough about it, shameless even as he slammed himself balls-deep into her mouth, his pelvis flush against her nose and her head forced into his crotch, making Friedrich grunt around his cock. Yet she didn't resist, the motherly woman accepting the rough oral fuck both her hands coming to hold his waist just so he could fuck her mouth easier.
''Hah, fuck, fuck...!'' The Commander growled, heat racing up his cock-
-and then in a flash he leaned back, his saliva-coated cock springing from her lips – before he jerked himself off and came. Thick ropes of cum hit her in the face, streaking across her lips and cheeks, several hitting her brow and forcing the motherly woman to shut her eyes, moaning. Leaning back more the Commander shot his load across her breasts too, fumbling backwards momentarily before he managed to stick his dick between her breasts mid-orgasm, the sudden warmth around his cock coaxing out a couple more spurts onto her creamy, heaving flesh.
''Hah... haah...'' The Commander panted heavily, his dick throbbing in her face.
Friedrich wiped at her eyes, cracking them open and flashing him a sultry smile – one made only more inviting when her face was covered in near-layers of cum. However he was far from satisfied just yet, tempting the Commander to climb off Friedrich and instead rip her kimono open all the way, laying eyes on her bare body from her slim shoulders to her plump breasts and wide hips, one hand grabbing her panties and yanking them down.
Friedrich let out a soft chuckle and straightened her legs out, letting him remove her underwear and undress her practically until she was nude; just her black thigh-highs left on her long legs. When he touched her inner-thighs and coaxed her legs apart she didn't resist, smiling sensually and letting him rub his cock up against her entrance; his shaft sliding along her slit several times without going in, the little bit of teasing easily coaxing a soft moan from Friedrich's lips.
Then the Commander pushed inside. White-hot pleasure raced down his cock as he entered her, intimately feeling her walls clamp down around his cock – her inner walls hot and slightly wet as they gripped his dick, the sensation so intense the Commander had to plant both hands on either side of her just to steady himself. Groaning through gritted teeth he pushed in deeper, spearing himself into her pleasurable depths and coaxing a deep moan from Friedrich herself, their union leaving the motherly Battleship in a state of bliss.
Until soon he bottomed out; pelvis against hers as he hilted in her. ''Mn...''
''Ah... oh, my child...'' Friedrich breathed, laying hands on his chest and running them over his body. ''Take me...''
The Commander gladly did. With a vigour born from sheer lust he pulled partway out and sunk right back in, his thrusts slow but strong as he fucked Friedrich – not making love to her, not casually fucking, but a raw, carnal act of passion. He surrendered himself to his lust and let his body move on its own, his waist rocking forth and pumping forth faster, getting into the rhythm of it.
''Fuck, you feel so good...'' The Commander groaned tightly, one hand leaving the floor and grabbing her breast instead, fondling her right. ''Always tempting me, always teasing me... Mn, should've fucked you sooner...''
''Mm... heh, g-glad that you... succumb to me, at last~'' Friedrich breathily teased, a moan briefly interrupting her words. ''Mm, feeling you thrust so vigorously inside me, my child...''
He grunted, leaning over her. ''Stop calling me that. Call me 'Commander'.''
''Mm...? W-Why so?'' Friedrich tried to tease, though it was made much harder by how hard he was fucking her.
Doubly so when he leaned down and spoke. ''Because I'm going to put a child in you by the end of this...!''
The rough, guttural promise made Friedrich's cheeks darken in a rare blush – but anything the Battleship wanted to say wilted as he slammed into her with sudden vigour, fucking a cry out of Friedrich's lips. It merely preluded the many more that would follow however, his pelvis smacking harshly against hers as he railed the motherly woman with breeding intent, the wet 'pap-pap-pap' of their flesh echoing in its intensity. His hands weren't idle either and manhandled both her breasts, squeezing them and even using them like handholds as he pounded her raw.
Grunting the Commander shifted his hands, one hand moving up – before he grabbed Friedrich by the throat. The Battleship choked as he held it, fingers firmly curled around her windpipe even as he roughly bottomed out inside her, a choked moan wheezing out of Friedrich der Grosse as he absolutely ploughed her into the floorboards, her naked body flush with sweat as he slammed between her weeping nether lips, hilting in her again and again.
''Fuck, here it comes...!'' The Commander snarled. ''Gonna fuckin' cum inside you and knock you up...! And I'm not... Mn, gonna stop fuckin' you... until... you can't walk straight...!''
The breathy, feverish promise only turned Friedrich on more, her walls clamping around his cock as he rammed between them, slamming up against her cervix – until with a shout of pleasure the Commander slammed balls-deep into Friedrich and blew his load. The motherly woman cried out, back lifting off the floor as she felt his thick seed splatter into her depths, the sensation so intense she hit her own peak and came with him, her tightening walls wringing out as much of his impregnating load as she could.
''Mn! Nn!'' Grunting the Commander slammed forth several more times; the short, jerky thrusts spurting a little bit more of his seed into her – before with a sharp buck of his waist he pulled out in one smooth thrust.
And only then let go of Friedrich's throat. The dark-haired woman swiftly sucked in a gulp of air, only to cough on her own spit, one hand reflexively wiping at her chin and lips. The Commander just gazed at her as he caught his breath, admiring her near-naked body as she sat on one hip. Just seeing the usual confident and warm-mannered Battleship coughing on her own spit and with cum on her face made her seem so very hot to him in that moment... and made him want her all the more.
Thus the Commander shuffled back a bit, grabbing her waist. Friedrich looked at him in surprise, one hand tucking some black hair from her face, before she realised what he wanted and blushed. A slight smile curled at her lips but she submissively complied, shuffling forwards a bit and getting on all fours, bending herself over for him. He gladly took advantage of that and got behind her, pressing his slick and sensitive girth against her ass, grinding on her rear momentarily.
Then he aimed lower, the tip sliding between her cum-leaking lips – and pushed right on in.
''Mm~!'' Friedrich moaned throatily, shuddering as his girth filled her tight tunnel to the brim. ''Hah... bending me over like an animal, my child- Mn?!''
A rough thrust made her moan, his words gracing her ear a moment later. ''I told you, call me Commander.''
Friedrich bit her bottom lip. ''Mm... Commander~''
The way Friedrich moaned his name out so sensually sent his arousal through the roof, and with a low growl he started moving – breeding the Battleship with rough, strong thrusts of his waist. Her walls gripped his shaft but failed to stop him from pumping it into her, the tip pressing against her innermost parts each time and coaxing a lewd groan from the dark-haired woman, her head hanging low as she took the firm fucking.
Until the Commander grabbed her by the horns and yanked her head back. Friedrich couldn't hope to contain her gasp, head jerked back slightly as he picked up speed, his pelvis hitting her ass over and over again and filling the guest bedroom with the noise, his cock fitting snugly within her womanhood. The cum still inside her only helped, acting like a crude lubricant and hastening his thrusts, not a modicum of discomfort present as he railed the mother-to-be raw.
''Mm! D-Doing it so... roughly...!'' Friedrich moaned out, shuddering as one of his hands came around and grabbed ahold of her breast, manhandling it. ''H-How savage of you- a-aghh~''
Friedrich's words melted into slurred senselessness as he slid a hand up, sticking two fingers into her mouth. The motherly woman tried to suck on them but between her moans and gasps she couldn't close her mouth, leaving her mouth open even as he pulled on her cheek slightly, his other hand firmly yanking on her horn and keeping her head upright. His pelvis impacted her ass with growing force too, smacking so hard he was sure her rear would end up red, but in that moment he didn't care one bit – too busy mating with the Battleship to pay it any mind.
Pulling his fingers from her open mouth he reached down and grabbed her breast once more – before in a moment of boldness he released her horn and grabbed her other breast too; pulling her torso backwards... and Friedrich sharply inhaled, her walls clamping tightly around him. The Commander grinned viciously at that, holding onto her chest as he slammed his hips forth harder, pounding his cock in at just the right angle to make Friedrich der Grosse whimper.
''Hah, like this position eh?'' The Commander purred.
''Y-Yes, Commander... o-oh...!'' Friedrich whisper-gasped, shaking her head. ''Hurry, please oh lord please hur- Mm- a-ah...!''
Her walls clamped tighter, the tip of his cock pounding up against one hypersensitive spot inside her. The Commander growled and forced his hips to move as feverishly as physically possible, their flesh clapping together relentlessly as he railed her raw, pumping his length between her weeping, reddened lips-
''FUCK!''
-and with a sharp shout the Commander slammed in and came. Friedrich let out an elegant curse in her native tongue, convulsing in his grasp as she felt his thick seed splurge into her clenching, squeezing depths, several short thrusts scraping her walls and pumping more of his semen into her, almost assuring he'd knocked her up.
''Mn! Mn...!'' The Commander grunted huskily into her ear as he bucked his hips, panting. ''You're my woman now, got it?''
The rough, almost possessive tone made Friedrich shiver. ''Y-Yes... my beloved... Commander...''
Commander just growled into her ear. ''Then get over to that wall and bend over. We're not done until the sun rises.''
Friedrich the Grosse, Decisive Battleship of the Ironblood, could only mewl in knee-shaking anticipation.
And in the days to come many on the base would curiously watch as Friedrich obediently obeyed every command he made.
When asked why, she would merely smile and hold her stomach, giggling.
[END]