A/N: Bit of an older fic I've held in reserve, but Z46 needs the love~

Enjoy~

Morning Meal

''Mn...''

The sound of pots clattering and things moving stirred the Commander from his slumber; the sounds muted by several walls but audible all the same. Shifting beneath the covers the Commander basked in the stuffy warmth, half-tempted to drift back off to sleep. When he heard more pots clattering together though he gained some coherency, his brow scrunching as he tried to remember if one of the maids offered to cook for him on his day-off. He didn't recall anyone saying it.

Curiosity growing the Commander sat upright, puffing out a tired breath and brushing his covers to the side, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed. Clad in just a pair of boxers and a loose shirt he was hardly presentable, but at the same time it was his own house – thus, with a grunt he stood and made his way over to the door.

Cool morning sunlight spilled in through the hallway window to the right of his door, the summer sun bright but masked behind some clouds, giving it a cool greyish hue as it poured in through the window. The wooden floor was similarly cool as the Commander walked across it, lured down towards the kitchen by the sound of clattering pots – until soon he took a right turn, and found himself gazing into the open kitchen.

And stood by the oven, currently cutting up some carrots, was Z46.

In a naked apron.

''Hm?'' Z46 noticed him and turned, bowing towards him. ''Good morning Commander. I hope you slept well?''

''Uh... yeah. Yeah I did.'' Still caught off-guard it took him a moment to respond. ''What are you doing here?''

''I had overheard that you were taking a day off due to work fatigue, and took it upon myself to make sure your day would be suitably relaxed.'' Z46's monotone voice didn't waver in the slightest, as always. ''Though my skills are limited, I took the liberty of preparing dinner in advance, and am about to start work on your breakfast. You do not need to worry about cooking and cleaning duties today.''

''I see... thanks...?''

Z46 merely hummed. ''I should have breakfast prepared for you in ten minutes. Feel free to use the shower or return to your bed if desired; I shall bring your meal to you if you wish to remain in bed.''

''No, it's fine. I'll have it at the table.'' Finally coming to terms with what was happening the Commander nodded, shifting back into the hall. ''I'll be back in a bit.''

''As thou says, Commander.''

The Commander murmured something inaudible even to himself, making his way straight of the bathroom – slowing only long enough to grab a pair of towels from the closet before ducking into the tiled room, shutting the door behind him. Only there, in the confines of the windowless bathroom, did he allow certain images to cross through his mind... namely, of Z46's peachy behind that was only partially hidden by her elegant white apron bow and long hair, the tiniest bit of side-boob visible when she had turned towards him.

'Eugen probably told her that's standard uniform or something.' The Commander told himself, slapping his cheeks. 'Probably, anyway...'

He shook his head, banishing the thought – but it lingered. Even as the Commander turned on the shower and stepped under the spray, rubbing in soap and freshening up, the idea stayed in his mind. And naturally the blood in his body travelled south until he was rock-hard and at attention... and he sure as heck wasn't going to rub one out in the shower. Not when Z46 was in the kitchen just a dozen or so feet away.

Thus after barely five minutes the Commander stepped out of the shower, rubbing himself dry in record time and exiting the bathroom. With one hand drying his hair he marched down the hallway, the sound of oil hissing audible and only becoming moreso as he entered the kitchen, spotting the short Destroyer currently frying some sausages. And with little in the way of warning he crept behind her, naught but a towel around his waist – before laying a hand on her head.

''Hm?'' Z46 paused and looked back at him. ''Commander, what is... it...''

The stoic Destroyer trailed off as she saw him, blinking at the sight of his near-nudity – only a fluffy white towel around his waist and one draped over his shoulder, leaving him shirtless before her. Z46 seemed to appreciate that fact quite acutely, her golden eyes tracing his defined pectoral muscles and slight six-pack; regular work-outs with his subordinates showing through in the definition. Slowly the petite Destroyer let her gaze down to his crotch, not missing the large bulge in his towel.

''Mind helping me with this?'' The Commander asked.

Z46 glanced back up at him, pinkness colouring her cheeks. Rather than respond with words the Destroyer did so with action; guiding the frying pan onto the non-heated ring and then lowering herself down to her knees in front of him. When clad in just a white apron and nothing else Z46 looked particularly erotic, the Commander's cock throbbing from the slight peek down her apron he got; tempting him to release his towel.

With a flutter of cloth it fell – and revealed his swollen, erect cock to Z46. The Destroyer's eyes widened slightly at the girth of it, surprised, but after a second she stirred from her daze and grasped his shaft with her right hand; slowly starting to stroke him off. Just feeling her soft hand around his cock coaxed a groan from his throat. The Ironblood girl blushed at the sound, managing to keep her stoic expression despite her evident embarrassment.

Then she leaned in, her lips touching just under the head and smooching it. The light kiss merely preluded those to come; her lips gracefully sliding up to the swollen head and kissing it – her tongue slipping out a moment later and slithering over the head. Shutting her eyes Z46 focused on using her tongue, delicately licking around the bulbous tip and getting it wet with her spit, exhaling warm breaths over his cock in the process before taking him into her mouth, sucking on the head at last.

''Ohh...'' The Commander groaned in bliss, making her open her eyes again. ''That's it...''

Z46 merely blinked up at him, left hand resting on his hip whilst her other hand held his shaft – caressing his length as she kept sucking on the tip. Without breaking eye-contact the Destroyer then took him in deeper, her pale pink lips pressing themselves firmly against his shaft as she took inch after inch of him inside. His size though proved to be a bit of a challenge, forcing Z46 to open her mouth wider to accommodate his ample size, her tongue soon forced against the bottom of her mouth.

And then she took him even deeper. The Commander gasped as he felt the tip hit the back of her throat and then go down it, equal parts shocked and aroused as Z46 managed to keep taking him in. She managed just over two-thirds before her gag reflex eventually kicked in, a wet grunt spasming up her throat, forcing Z46 to suck back up to the tip and catch her breath, her small chest heaving. Moments later she went back down again, slurping his wet cock just past the halfway point before she sucked back up to the tip.

''Mmph... ghk... slrp...'' Holding his hips Z46 continued sucking him off, looking up at him as he hit the back of her throat again and again; reflex causing her to grunt and gag several times.

Shuddering he ran his right hand over her forehead, brushing her grey hair out of her face and giving him a good look at her face, from her smooth forehead to her pursed lips and bright gold eyes. Shifting his hand to the back of her head, his fingers touching her nape, he tilted her head back and stepped closer; his cock pushing down into her throat and making Z46 gargle on his shaft – spit lubricating his dick as he started to thrust into her mouth, the tip pushing down her throat again and again.

It felt good. It felt far better than he expected, in fact; grunts escaping the Commander's throat as he fucked Z46's mouth. Part of him worried he was being too rough but the Destroyer didn't protest, golden eyes staring up at him passively as he hit the back of her throat and then went down it – pleasure convulsing through his body as he finally sheathed himself fully between her lips. Her throat convulsed around his cock and Z46 twitched, spasming as he cut off her air supply, but still she didn't resist. Playing the role of an obedient, dutiful maid, almost.

''Ghk- guh- ugk- glp-'' Wet, spasming grunts escaped Z46, her doll-like face scrunching up as he face-fucked her, his cock throbbing against her tongue.

The Commander gripped her head tighter, bundling her grey hair between his fingers and thrusting faster, grunting as he felt her throat muscles clench around his cock tightly. His balls hit her chin with every hurried thrust, drool making both wet but hardly comparing to her sticky, slick mouth, his muscles tightened up at the sensation-

-and soon heat shot up his cock. ''Shit!''

His sharp, hurried curse preluded the thick ropes of cum he poured down her throat – slamming himself down Z46's throat and cumming right down it. The Destroyer held his hips and obediently swallowed, not allowing a single drop to escape her hot mouth and managing to suck on it a few times, her audible gulps becoming quieter and quieter as she ran out of air.

Until he pulled her head back, allowing Z46 to suck in a heavy gasp of air – coughing on her own spit immediately afterwards. ''M-Mn...''

''Hah... you alright...?'' The Commander breathed.

''Y-Yes...'' Z46 stuttered out, wiping her chin dry.

The Commander relaxed slightly at that, but his cock didn't – still standing at attention and twitching for more. Z46 noticed that, her eyes glued to his cock even as she rose to her feet, her gaze only then flicking up to his face questioningly. In response he put a hand on her bare upper-back and escorted the Destroyer towards the dining table; the round metal table on the smaller side to fit in the kitchen. It was more than big enough though for him to bend Z46 over it, his eyes running down her smooth back and over the ribbon holding her apron together, his gaze ending on her small but perky behind.

A quick tug got her white apron untied and saw it fall to the floor in moments, leaving Z46 naked in front of him. The Commander relished the sight and shifted behind her, one hand guiding his cock towards her puffy pussy lips, rubbing the head along them. Z46 didn't really react, merely staring at him from over her shoulder and humming at the foreign sensation, waiting almost patiently for him to do as he pleased.

He took her up on that silent offer; the tip of his cock parting her nether lips and his shaft finally sinking inside her welcoming heat. Instantly the Destroyer grunted, more surprised than anything else – contrasting the Commander's deep moan as he felt her walls clamp down on him, tight and hot and only tempting him to push in even deeper. Considering her petite frame he shouldn't be surprised she was such a snug fit, but he pushed the thought from his mind and just savoured the blissful feeling instead; grabbing Z46's waist and pulling her back towards him.

''Mn... Commander...'' Z46 moaned softly. ''This feeling... so foreign, it is...''

''Does it hurt?'' He grunted and finally stopped; nearly all of his cock snugly fitting inside her pussy.

''Only a smidgen.'' The Destroyer answered in a monotone, though the pinkness to her cheeks betrayed her arousal. ''...move as you please. Have no concern for me.''

The Commander just grunted and remained where he was, giving Z46 some time to adjust to his size regardless. Soon though the urge to move was too irresistible, tempting him to start rocking his waist – pumping just an inch or two in-and-out of Z46. The kitchen air felt almost cool compared to her searing insides, her narrow pussy clenching tighter around him as if begging for him to not pull out; enticing the Commander to move his hips in longer, firmer strokes.

Until soon Z46 let out a soft moan, the sound curling off of her tongue and ever so arousing when complimented by her vacant expression, the only signs of her pleasure being her lidded eyes and relaxed muscles. Emboldened by the lewd sight the Commander picked up the pace, thrusting himself into her tight pussy with growing vigour, his pelvis smacking against her perky ass and sending the sound echoing through the kitchen, the final inch of his cock fitting inside the Destroyer's pussy and pushing against her cervix.

Pap~ Pap~ Pap~

The fleshy sound rung in his ears, so lewd that all he could do was surrender to his lust. Groans forced themselves up his throat and his sensitive cock throbbed against Z46's clenching walls, reshaping her womanhood to better fit his dick as he speared it inside her. At his murmured order Z46 stated playing along too, pushing her ass back towards him and willingly impaling herself onto his shaft, moans escaping her parted lips with growing frequency.

''Ah, ahh... Commander...'' Z46 moaned out, eyes closing. ''These sensations... are too intense, for I to handle...''

''Want me to stop?'' He grunted into her ear, one arm wrapping around her flat stomach whilst his other planted itself on the table – nearly leaning over her as he railed her.

''N-Nay.'' A slight stutter slowed her words. ''Use me... as... y-you pleas- mm!''

Pursing lips cut Z46's moan short; her feet leaving the ground as he picked her up. The Commander hissed as he felt her tighten around him but kept thrusting regardless, his hands shifting back to her waist and letting him slam into her with abandon. Arousal eased him inside, her walls becoming wet with want and squeezing him tight, as if trying to milk another load out of him – a desire he was finding hard to resist as pleasure pulsated up his shaft, driving his hips forth and smacking him against her ass relentlessly.

With her feet dangling the only thing holding up her waist was his hands; the instinctive fear of falling making Z46 tighten and tense – coaxing moans out of them both as his cock scraped between her tightening walls, the tip battering against her innermost parts with growing vigour. Her earlier blow-job only made it feel better, pleasure travelling down his cock and hastening his powerful thrusts, his cock throbbing against her walls.

''Cumm- mm!''

Until with a cut-short grunt the Commander blew his load inside of Z46; a thick rope of cum splattering against her innermost parts before he hilted inside of her.

Z46 gasped; seizing up in his grip as ropes of his warmth filled her, spurt after spurt splattering across her insides and undoubtedly filling her womb. The initial shock soon passed and a curious moan tumbled from Z46's lips, one hand slipping down to caress her pelvis, feeling his heat fill her up. The Commander himself was too lost in his bliss to notice; eyes screwed shut and shooting rope after rope of semen into his petite subordinate, hissing as he rode out his orgasm.

Soon though he puffed out a laboured breath and pulled out, his dick escaping her tight hole with a pop. Unheeding of the lewd sound he lowered Z46 back onto the floor, his own shaking legs tempting him to sit down and put his back to the cupboards... and enticing Z46 to sit down on his lap with a soft hum, leaning back against him.

''Didst thou... enjoy that?'' Z46 asked of him, tilting her head enough that she could peek back him, her grey hair tickling his chin.

''Yeah.'' The Commander murmured. ''I did.''

And he still wanted more – a fact made evident as his rock-hard cock twitched against her ass. Z46 felt it, her cheeks darkening a shade and rocking her waist, grinding her perky ass back against his shaft and sending a shiver straight up his spine. Humming at that Z46 kept rolling her hips, her golden eyes intensely staring into his own and measuring his reactions as his cock slid between her soft ass cheeks, the risk of it accidentally slipping in only fuelling his arousal further.

As if reading his mind Z46 lifted her hips then, one hand grasping his shaft and lining herself up with it – before with naught but a grunt the Destroyer sat down on his dick. Slick, sticky flesh enveloped his cock and embraced it in a snug, searing grip; the heavenly sensation drawing a moan out of the Commander's throat. On instinct both of his hands grasped her waist, pulling her all the way down and sheathing himself fully within her snug pussy, feeling the slightest quiver as she clenched around him.

''Mm... I shall do the moving, this time?'' Z46 murmured.

It took him a moment to realise it was a question, and when he murmured an agreement she started – coaxing a stiff moan from the Commander's throat as she slid halfway up his cock before impaling herself all the way back down his dick, filling herself with his swollen shaft. She was so wet that he could move inside her with ease, only some token resistance and no more, but it was the lewd sounds of him sliding in-and-out of her that made it erotic more than anything else; the lewd squelching of him stirring up her insides teasing a grunt out of him.

The sight of her moving helped. With her facing away from him he couldn't see her expression but he could most certainly admire her physique, his eyes running down her slim shoulders and smooth back, his eyes ending on her perky ass as it planted against him, his cock fitting snugly inside her each time. Unable to keep his hands to himself the Commander slipped both of his up to her chest, cupping her small breasts and groping them, tugging on her nipples at the same time.

''Mn...'' Z46 grunted softly. ''There is not much there for you, Commander...''

''There's enough.'' Was his breathy answer – right before he attached his lips to her neck, sucking.

A moan tumbled out of Z46 in response, her inner walls constricting him like a vice as she halted momentarily – resuming her bounces only when he detached his lips from her neck, leaving a distinct hickey on her formerly-pristine flesh. The little hickey though had activated something within Z46, her waist moving with more vigour than before, excited by the love-bite he'd marked her with. Something that enticed him to hold her waist and give her right shoulder a hickey too, sucking on her creamy flesh until she mewled in arousal.

When his lips drifted back Z46 sped up, smacking herself down his swollen shaft with bubbling whimpers, her expression one of lust. Something that tempted the Commander to lean back against the cupboards and gently tilt her torso back too, making her also lean back against him – and allowing him to lean over her shoulder and steal a kiss. Tilting her head slightly Z46 reciprocated without slowing her waist, moaning against his lips as she impaled herself onto him, her wet heat swallowing his cock each time.

''Ah... Commander...!'' Z46 tensed as he ran a finger over her clit. ''Something... I feel...!''

The Commander grabbed her hips without missing a beat, slamming up into her tightening, slippery sex – finally fucking a sharper moan from Z46's lips as he made her orgasm. The way her insides clamped down on his cock made him hiss; holding onto her as he kept thrusting up into her slick sex, dragging out Z46's orgasm for as long as he could.

Until with a grunt he went still, allowing her to come down from her high. He hadn't cum yet though; pleasure coursing up his cock and prompting the Commander to shift the two of them onto their side without pulling out – his cock staying stuffed inside Z46. The feeling made the Destroyer moan, laying on her left hip and willingly raising her right leg, allowing him to hold onto it as he reared himself halfway out; before promptly driving himself back into her.

''Mm!'' Z46 tensed. ''Commander, I'm still sensitiv- hah~!''

The Commander silenced Z46 with a kiss; plunging his hips forth in the same motion and burying himself balls-deep into the creampied Destroyer, stirring up her slick insides. Sheer lust gave him the energy to keep moving, soon breaking off the kiss and puffing laboured grunts into her slender shoulder, the feeling eliciting a string of hot whimpers from Z46 – her toes curling as he pistoned into her vigorously.

He wasn't going to last long, that he knew; searing pleasure racing up his cock as he pumped it into her tight tunnel, yet he didn't care. The urge to blow his load became more and more tempting, made all the worse when he felt her naked body pressing back against his own, the urge to flood her insides with his seed too irresistible to ignore. And as he felt her wet insides clamp down on him, forming a snug tunnel around his cock, the Commander surrendered to his lust.

''Mm~!'' Z46 spasmed as he bottomed out inside her – preluding the thick ropes of cum he shot into her womb, spurt after spurt painting her inner walls white.

The Commander held onto Z46 tightly, gasps fleeing his lips as he creampied the petite Destroyer once more – her tight walls wringing out every last spurt of semen. He buried his face into her hair and inhaled her scent, riding out his high with a slowly-weakening groan, managing to rock his waist slightly to scrape out some more pleasure.

Until soon he sighed and pulled out, his softening cock escaping her puffy lips with a pop – allowing his semen to quickly leak out of Z46's sex.

''Myn...'' The Destroyer in question shivered from the sensation. ''Are you... satisfied now, Commander...?''

The Commander just groaned an agreement, slowly rising back to his feet and offering her a hand, one that Z46 readily accepted.

Z46 would soon go back to making breakfast as she was previously, apparently unbothered by the thick deluge of cum running down her inner-thigh the whole while.

[END]