A/N: Bit of a shorter one, but not too bad a first-go at writing Plymouth and Brest. Both of whom are a bit too similar in personality for my liking (if only because it limits the variety the PR5 ships have). Still, both lovely ships overall~

Do enjoy~

Subtle Song

The Commander had been to the beach many times during the summer season, on account of his subordinates practically on their knees begging for him to take them there – to grant them reprieve from the ungodly hot sun.

It was all a bit dramatic, really. They could've just asked, but he supposed everything worked out in the end.

As a result of their constant pleas he was down at the beach once if not twice a week throughout the whole season, sometimes on official leave and other times under the guise of Submarine exercises by the coast, though said Submarines were lackadaisical with their 'training' at best, preferring to eat ice cream and float atop the water. The other ships who joined him on his trip were equally as laid-back and, perhaps as a result, so too was he.

Thus it was under the warm summer sun that the Commander stood atop a small mound of sand, his gaze sweeping across the golden beach before him and keeping an eye on his subordinates. Considering how close they were to Siren waters there were no tourists or civilians here, giving the girls total privacy to run about and have fun, not having to worry about fans pestering them or perverts trying to cop a feel and run, as had happened many times in the past.

Said perverts apparently forgot Ship-Girls moved faster than humans, and escape was an exercise in futility.

Portland made sure the guy who groped Indianapolis knew that very well.

Smiling wryly at the memory the Commander turned his focus away from his two-dozen subordinates, and onto the two not far behind him – Brest and Plymouth. Two of his newest Prototype ships and both very lovely, affectionate woman who endeared him easily. Though they weren't dating or anything of the sort they might as well be, with how often they joined him in bed to cuddle to coddled him during his work day, pampering him at every chance they could get, often to the detriment of their own duties. Not that he ever minded, of course.

The two ladies were also, much like their fellows, dressed in swimsuits for the warm weather. Plymouth wore a simplistic white bikini that fit her curvy frame nicely, currently laid on her front and emphasising her curvy ass and toned back, whilst Brest was on her back with one leg folded over the other, her high-waist white bikini bottoms leaving much of her hips bare and her looping bikini top equally as revealing, only two loops of white to cover the front of her breasts but leaving the sides exposed. It was almost scandalously revealing, but Brest's warm nature made it seem like a simple oversight, rather than any intent to seduce.

Brest was the first to notice him; tilting her head and giving him a smile. Flushing lightly the Commander made his way over to the two, tugging on his own swimming trunks to make sure they weren't about to slip and adjusting his unbuttoned shirt to stop the wind from sending it fluttering behind him, the breeze cool against his bare flesh.

Only when he was within a few feet did Brest speak, all smiles. ''Anything to 'report', Champion?''

''No. Everyone's doing fine.'' Her fondness for calling him 'Champion' was a bit odd, but Ship-Girls all had their quirks, and he wasn't one to judge. ''You two doing alright?''

''Oh yes, we've just been having a lovely discussion over various teas and their possible histories between the Iris Libre and Royal Islands.'' Brest smiled brightly; genuinely interested in such a topic, apparently.

''Indeed. It's rather interesting to hear about, and Brest is very knowledgeable about it.'' Plymouth agreed, shooting him a kind smile from over her shoulder; her sun-hat partially obscuring her face until she tipped it back with an index finger. ''Though, on another note, Commander...''

''Hm?''

''Would you mind applying some sunscreen to my back?'' The curvy cruiser asked with a smile. ''It's getting a bit thin and I don't want to tan too much, you see.''

Humming in acknowledgement the Commander approached; getting down on his knees just a foot away and shuffling over to her side. With a languid smile Plymouth offered him a cream-coloured bottle and he hefted it up, squirting some of the snow-white cream onto her upper-back before setting the bottle aside, his hands quick to start rubbing it into her back. Plymouth sighed in bliss at that, all but melting under him as he pressed his palms against her shoulder-blades and smeared the white cream across her upper-back, careful not to get any in her hair.

As he worked though he couldn't help but admire Plymouth much more. Her waist was slim but her hips wide, providing a distinct hourglass figure for him to admire as he subtly started feeling her up – his hands slowing as they took the time to feel her smooth back. His hands worked along to her hips, and then down to her ass – rubbing the cream around the waistband but not outright touching it. Plymouth however knew where he was looking, the corner of her lips curving up knowingly.

''Commander.'' Plymouth said in her usual warm tone. ''If you find yourself in need, don't hesitate to use me to fulfil your desires~''

The coy remark brought fresh heat to his cheeks, his gaze reflexively sweeping across the beach behind him. With some palm trees to their left and right they were shielded from afar, but there was a cluster of Submarines down by the shore with line-of-sight on them. From so far away they'd struggle to see the intricacies of their act, but it wouldn't be hard to guess what that act was. However even with that risk in mind... lust won out, and he released her now-sticky back.

And instead he hooked his fingers into the back of her bikini bottoms, pulling them down. Plymouth cooed as he tugged them all the way down to her knees before leaving them there; the reason why becoming apparent as he straddled her ass and squirted some sunscreen onto his hand - promptly smearing the sticky cream into her cheeks. A soft, surprised moan answered him, the cruiser's cheeks becoming pink as he massaged and not-so-subtly groped her ass, getting it glistening with the cream.

Then with little fanfare he shoved his own swimming trunks down and laid on top of Plymouth, pressing his distinctly-erect cock against her ass – and grinding against her. ''Mn... h-haah...''

Plymouth blushed darker, cupping her mouth to contain her soft mewl – embarrassment and arousal swirling together as he grinded on her ass. With sunscreen covering her rear moving was easy, his dick slipping between her cheeks repeatedly as he practically used her butt for an ass-job, the slow but firm thrusts coaxing stiff groans from the Commander's throat. The friction was slight but arousing, but more so was the sight of a blushing Plymouth beneath him, her ass bare to him and her toned back tensing with every slight shift of her shoulders.

However while it was arousing, he craved more – tempting him to lift his hips and grab his dick, stroking it and smearing some sunscreen into it. Plymouth knew what was coming and lifted her waist a tiny bit, making it easier for him to guide the swollen head of his cock down to her puffy entrance, the head of his cock grazing along it. He took his time, rubbing up against her nether lips until he made Plymouth moan – before finally pushing forth, penetrating her.

''Ah...!'' Plymouth clasped a hand over her mouth, hurriedly muffling her surprised moan. ''M-Mmph...''

The Commander on the other hand had a harder time controlling his voice; a tight hiss of pleasure fleeing his lips as he sunk into her tight, gripping warmth. She felt amazing, her walls parting for his intruding length until he was most of the way inside her, prompting him to stay still for a little so she could get used to it. Plymouth didn't need much time though, whimpering into her palm and pushing her shapely behind back against him, encouraging him.

He didn't question her, rearing his hips back before promptly burying himself back into her welcoming heat. Her walls constricted his cock, tight and oppressive, but all he felt was pure pleasure coursing down his shaft – enticing his slow, firm thrusts to hasten. One thrust after another grazed her tight walls and bumped him against her innermost parts, filling the cruiser in ways that left her gasping into her palm, her womanhood afire with pleasure as he gently railed her into the beach towel.

All whilst Brest watched with naked fascination. She didn't shift from her position and just stared, more intrigued than embarrassed as she watched her close friend get railed against the towel, the soft smacks of flesh echoing louder as his pelvis rammed down against her butt, his cock fitting nicely between her clenching walls. Plymouth tilted her head slightly to look at her and smiled; shaky and full of bliss, but a smile all the same.

''H-Hah... so eager, C-Commander...'' Plymouth moaned out.

''Hard not to be.'' The Commander grunted back – groaning when her womanhood tightened around him again, her muscles all locking up when he rubbed against that one spot.

The realisation prompted him to try and aim for that one spot, difficult as that might be. His hips jerked faster, clapping her ass with every quicksilver thrust and burying his dick all the way inside the Royal Navy cruiser, fucking no small numbers of gasps and soft moans from her lips. His hands adjusted their positions several times before settling on either side of her head; his grunts more audible as he leaned down and brushed them past her ear, his thrusts becoming longer and stronger as he rammed up against her innermost parts, her wet walls squeezing more sounds from his throat.

Her ample bust was also squished into the towel as a result, so big it was visible even from behind – soon tempting the Commander's right hand down. Plymouth mewled in surprise as he slipped a hand under her bikini top and roughly grabbed her right tit, groping it as he railed her at the same time. The combined stimulation was almost too much for the cruiser to endure, her breathing becoming quick but shallow as she took the ass-clapping pounding, her legs twitching and kicking behind him as she neared her limit.

''Commander, oh Commander...!'' Plymouth's hat fell off as she shook her head about. ''A-Almost... o-oh gosh!''

She inhaled a sharp breath, bundled it in her throat – and with a staggered, tight moan Plymouth orgasmed underneath him. The way her vaginal walls pressed down on his shaft, her pussy becoming ungodly tight, pushed the Commander over the edge as well. He managed just two more thrusts before busting his load inside her, gasping into her nape as he splattered thick ropes of white seed across her walls and up against her innermost parts, pouring his semen into her clenching, needy depths.

Then with a single smooth thrust he pulled out, sending a spasm rippling through Plymouth. ''O-Ohh... mm, that felt... extraordinary, hehe~''

The Commander smiled breathlessly back, giving her ass a light slap. She moaned at that and shot him a pout, though the way the corner of her lips twitched up betrayed the humour in her eyes.

''Oh Champion...'' Sensual words drew his eyes over to Brest; the beautiful blonde smiling up at him. ''If you are not yet satiated, my body is yours to ravage, as well...?''

The Commander's cock twitched back to full hardness practically at the mere thought, earning a deep blush from both women – admiring both his size and his stamina.

After a mere moment of rest the Commander shifted on his knees over to Brest's towel, straddling the blonde's stomach and shifting up until his cock pushed up against her breasts, earning a demure smile from the Iris Libre woman herself. The Commander returned the smile and prodded her underboob a little more, smearing some leftover cum across them before lining up between them – and with a tight, blissful sigh he sheathed himself between her tits.

Smiling demurely Brest cupped both her breasts and nodded at him, prompting him to start thrusting – burying his cock deep between her large boobs before probably sliding back out, the friction slight but made more intense when the cruiser pressed her tits together, pleasuring him with them. Doing such a thing with someone from the Iris Libre felt all the more sinful, their flesh rubbing together as he fucked her chest, his movements gradually becoming faster as he got more into it.

Until soon he leaned forwards slightly and focused entirely on thrusting; grunts bubbling up his throat as he bucked his hips. Brest moaned as his pelvis bumped up against the underside of her tits, not hard enough to hurt but certainly enough for her to feel it, the little ache overwhelmed by the simmering arousal coursing through her, encouraging her to move her breasts about a little – sliding one up whilst moving the other tit down, rubbing them against his sticky length earnestly.

''Haah... you're good at this...'' The Commander groaned out.

Brest giggled in reply. ''If it pleases you, my Champion, I will do anything you desire~''

The Commander held her to that, grunting as he kept fucking her breasts – his gaze glued to them as his shaft slid in-and-out between them. The head poked out from her cleavage each time, pleasuring throbbing up it; the prospect of blowing his load up her front and on her face oh so tempting, but he wanted to save his load for when he put it inside her. The thought provoked more lewd ideas, lust burning hotter within him as he remembered how good it felt to fuck Plymouth – until soon the want became uncontrollable.

''Ahh...'' And with a sigh he pulled out from her cleavage, shifting back.

Brest undoubtedly knew what he had planned and didn't protest; a demure sort of smile on her face as she spread her legs wide apart, giving him plenty of room to untie her high-leg bikini bottoms and tug them off of her crotch, leaving her womanhood bare to him. The Commander admired the sight of her slit as he got into position, slowly rubbing the head of his cock along her lower lips and teasing a moan out of his partner, her smile demure and her cheeks burning the rosiest hue he'd ever seen from her.

''Take me, my Champion.'' Brest softly asked.

The Commander didn't hesitate to agree, guiding the tip inside, the crown of his cock entering her – and with a slow, firm thrust he buried his shaft in her. A soft gasp escaped Brest; preluding the moan that soon followed as he speared her inner walls apart inch by inch. She was already a little bit wet, abling him to bury himself up to the hilt inside her on the very first thrust, stuffing her in ways only he could do. The moment he was balls-deep in her pussy Brest wrapped her legs partially around his waist, making sure he couldn't pull out easily; her want so apparent even though they'd just started.

''How naughty.'' The Commander teased her lightly.

Brest looked off to the side with a sheepish chuckle – one that escalated into a moan as he thumbed her clit. His hand rested upon her pelvis and his thumb stroked the little nub about, teasing her even as he was balls-deep in her, refusing to move just yet. Instead he edged her a bit, drawing circles around her sensitive clit before flicking or pressing down on the little bundle of nerves, teasing sharp gasps or softer moans from the Iris Libre woman and leaving her clenching tightly around his cock.

''A-Ahh... Champion, please don't tease me...'' Brest mewled out submissively, eyes demure.

The Commander smiled and decided to comply, his hand shifting to her hip – and with a groan he started to pull out. Her inner walls clung to him, practically sucking him back inside her wet womanhood, and with a low growl he obliged and buried himself back inside her with a single quick thrust, bumping against her innermost parts and fucking a moan out of his lover. Eager to hear more such sounds he repeated the movement, pulling himself partway out only to hilt himself back in her pussy, his pelvis impacting her own and making the thrust all the more pleasurable for her.

Gradually his thrusts hastened, his cock plunging into her slippery tunnel and thumping against her innermost parts, the deep impacts sending ripples of pleasure up her body. Her ample bust bounced lightly within the confines of her top, the arousing sight soon tempting the Commander to reach up and yank the loops of her bikini top apart, freeing her breasts and letting them jiggle about, the erotic sight only fuelling his lust further. Keeping his right hand on her hip his left reached up to fondle her; his digits sinking into her large, doughy breast – far too big to ever cup in his hand, not that it stopped him from trying.

''Ah, Champion... rougher, please...'' Brest moaned out wantingly. ''Let me f-feel your warmth... in my deepest reaches- ah~!''

Her poetic, flowery words were cut short as the Commander did just that; slamming into her womanhood with sudden force. Flesh smacked all the louder for it as he sped his movements up, ramming his cock into her tight, slippery sex and railing more sounds of pleasure from Brest's lips. Her inner walls clamped down on his shaft but it did little to slow him, if anything it only amplified their pleasure, her tight walls pressing down on his length and increasing the friction both felt.

At the same time his hand dropped from Brest's breast and to her pelvis, his thumb rubbing her clit feverishly. The curvaceous cruiser gasped, her back lifting off of the towel and her toes curling with pleasure, her moan catching in her throat and withering it down into a whimper of pure bliss. The lewd sound merely encouraged the Commander, his thrusts hastening and smacking their flesh together harder, faster; railing her like she was the last woman on the planet and his sole desire left was to breed.

''O-Oh~! Ahh, s-so rou- myn~!'' A slew of lewd gasps and moans tumbled from Brest's lips, her body twitching and jerking every time he slammed his pulsating cock deep inside her.

The Commander relished the sight; gaze glued to her as he rammed her raw. Heat pressed down on his shaft, tight and like a furnace, sending waves of pleasure rushing up his shaft – sinful temptation climbing his length. He resisted it for as long as he could, wanting to make her cum as well; his thumb flicking her clit hurriedly as he ploughed her womanhood to the tune to smacking flesh, not caring even if they were overheard in their moment of bliss-

-until soon the pressure became too much, and he peaked. ''B-Brest- guh!''

Heat lanced up his cock, and with a grunt he buried himself balls-deep in the blonde woman and creampied her. Her tunnel tightened around him, squeezing more of his semen out as she orgasmed with him, her cry of pleasure caught in her throat and sending powerful spasms jerking up her body, her chin pushed into her shoulder as she rode out her explosive climax – whimpering as his semen filled her womb. She wrung him dry for all of it, walls squeezing out every last spurt until she was overflowing with his baby-batter, the thought eliciting a happy mewl from Brest herself.

''H-Haah...'' Slowly the Commander pulled himself out of the busty cruiser. ''Fuck, that felt great...''

''Indeed~'' Brest breathlessly agreed; giggling as she rubbed her sex, getting some of his cum on her fingertips. ''Mm... so much...''

''Hehe~'' Plymouth giggled, batting her eyelashes as she looked up at the Commander. ''I do hope you'll take responsibility, Commander~''

''Mm. It's natural for a Champion to have many wives, after all.'' Brest agreed, caressing her stomach. ''And many children, too.''

The Commander just growled playfully at that, his cock rising back to full harness – and with twin, synchronised coos the two Prototype women shifted in to help 'clean' him up with their mouths.

[END]