A/N: Magdeburg deserves so much more love than she gets, she's just an adorable slightly-dorky tomboy~
This fic features her new swimsuit skin, as well~
I've also got fics written for Z24's new skin and a two-parter for U-96's new skin, featuring Grozny in the second chapter since she was in the background of the artwork. Plans for Weser's new skin in future too. Look forward to that~
Do enjoy~
Gone Fishing
It wasn't often the Commander got the chance to leave the base.
Between fighting the Sirens, keeping his subordinates in line – especially the rowdier ones or the yanderes that would only obey him – and filing paperwork, a trip away was rare indeed. Not that he begrudged anyone for it of course, but sometimes he found himself looking over the great blue and wondering when the next time would be that he could just get in a boat, float across the water and do some fishing in peace and quiet, not having to worry about his subordinates blowing something up the moment he wasn't there to watch over them.
Thus it was a pleasant surprise when Magdeburg showed up at his office one evening and suggested they go on a fishing trip. Apparently she'd just picked up the skill from Weser not too long ago and knew he had a thing for it, so wanted him to take her out fishing. It was just the excuse he needed, and thus with little hesitation he'd agreed to it, calling ahead to reserve a sailboat in the nearby city several days in advance, whilst Magdeburg went about sorting out their gear and such with Weser's assistance.
Thus, several days after she initially walked into his office, the Commander finally found himself free from the base, and instead bobbing on a boat with his line over the edge, clad in shorts and an unbuttoned shirt.
The Commander smiled at the serene feeling within him. Blue waters surrounded them on all sides, the land but a distant silhouette off to his right. His gaze lingered on the lure bobbing in the water, waiting for a fish to bite, but the fish seemed to have wizened up after he'd caught several of their brethren and weren't going for it anymore. No matter; they'd bite sooner or later. There'd always be another fish, it was just a matter of waiting.
As he did that his gaze turned over to his companion. Magdeburg had given up fishing for the moment and was busy sipping some soda; leaning back into the seat at the bow of the boat and staring up at the skies, towards the seagulls swirling about overhead. Gone was her usual black attire in favour of a dark blue bikini, joined by a colourful green-blue sarong around her waist and a jacket over her shoulders, though only loosely hanging on. She wore a white crop-top too, but that'd gotten splashed with water soon into their trip, so she'd tied it up just above her stomach a while ago.
As if sensing his gaze Magdeburg tilted her head down, raising a brow at him and popping her lips off the can. ''Hm? What is it, Commander?''
''Nothing.'' He shrugged casually. ''Just waiting for a bit.''
''They still ain't nibblin'?'' Magdeburg asked; sighing when he nodded. ''Think it'd help if I shot few rounds down there?''
''We'd be having fish purée if you did that.''
Magdeburg had the decency to flush pink at that, a rueful grin curling at her lips. ''Eheh, yeah, I guess.''
The Commander just smiled at her cute sheepishness, turning his gaze back onto the lure. Still nothing. Not even a tug.
Silence fell over them once more and he glanced over at Magdeburg once more; more subtly this time. Though the tomboy cruiser wasn't the bustiest or most curvy of ships, that didn't mean she wasn't attractive – far from it. In a bikini she looked even more gorgeous, from her plump breasts to her flat stomach and long legs; he could stare at her all day just soaking in every little detail of her. Or would, if it wouldn't be weird as heck.
''You're staring at me an awful lot Commander.'' Magdeburg's cheeky words snapped him out of his thoughts. ''See somethin' you like~?''
''Haha... yeah.'' He chuckled sheepishly.
Apparently Magdeburg wasn't expecting him to so casually agree with her, judging by how her cheeks dusted red and she looked aside. ''O-Oh...''
Smiling at that the Commander pulled his line out of the water, reeling it in before setting the fishing rod off to the side. ''Wonder how the others are getting on at the beach. Said they were off to build a giant sandcastle or something like that.''
''Huh? Oh, yeah.'' Magdeburg looked relieved for the topic change. ''Mainz apparently got into an argument with Deutschland about who could build the better one, so they formed two teams and are racing to see who can build the biggest by sundown.''
The Commander paused. ''...they're going to build one big enough to reach the sky, aren't they?''
Magdeburg snorted; flashing him a grin. ''Heck yeah they are! They said we should be able to see it from all the way out here!''
The Commander wasn't sure whether to be proud of the cruiser's creativity, or worried about the beach-goers who would find the entire beach barren of sand as it was used to build a fortress in its place.
After a moment of deliberation he just sighed and decided to deal with it later, instead meandering over to where Magdeburg was sat at the bow – a little seat area present there. She shuffled over to the side and moved her stuff out of the way, earning a hummed thanks before he plopped himself down and leaned back into the row of pillows she'd erected there. For a moment, they just sat there basking in the warm summer sun and the peaceful lapping of the ocean.
Then Magdeburg shuffled a little closer. Considering the finite distance between them that put them side-to-side, her hip touching his and her head nearly resting on his shoulder. Mildly surprised the Commander turned a questioning gaze upon the Ironblood woman, earning a flustered look in return as the cruiser squirmed in place, apparently embarrassed by the simple act yet not retreating either.
''S-Say, Commander.'' Coughing into her hand Magdeburg tried to sound as casual as possible; peering up at him. ''Since we're kinda all alone our here, um... yeah, y'know...?''
She looked away quickly, scratching her cheek – a force of habit when she was nervous.
The Commander hummed slowly, the gears in his mind turning. ''I'm not sure what you're getting at.''
Warmth coloured Magdeburg's face. ''Don't make me say that crap, it's embarrassing!''
''That you're madly in love with me, or...?''
''What-? Nein, nein, nothing like that!'' Magdeburg hurriedly answered, quickly becoming flustered. ''I mean like, um, y-y'know like...''
The cruiser suddenly threw her hands up in the air. ''Gah, never mind-!''
With a playful sort of smile the Commander wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close – instantly making Magdeburg freeze up with a squeak. The cute demureness contrasted heavily with her tough-girl exterior, and the Commander couldn't help but be endeared by it. And, contrary to his questions, he did know what Magdeburg was implying – and if he was honest, he was entirely up for it. Nobody was around to see them anyway.
''If that's what you want.'' He uttered into her neck, feeling her shiver. ''Then I don't mind.''
Magdeburg squirmed, leaning back a little so she can look him in the eyes. When she saw he wasn't joking she blushed harder and looked away, head tilted to one side until he grasped her chin between his fingers and guided it back towards him, holding her gaze as he leaned in – and then at last, connected their lips in a kiss. With nothing but the cawing of seagulls and the lapping of waves around them he could fully appreciate the little moan that Magdeburg let out, the tension seeping from her frame.
Drawing back from the kiss first Magdeburg drew in a breath – and then darted straight back in, mashing her mouth against his. He groaned into the surprise kiss and reciprocated wholeheartedly, daring to move his hand from her waist down to her hip. Magdeburg shuddered and responded by putting her left hand on his crotch, tentatively groping his concealed cock and getting his blood rushing down it; his semi-erect shaft becoming rock-hard quickly.
''Mmph...'' Magdeburg's lips parted and let out a moan as he slipped his own hand under her sarong and into her bikini bottoms; his fingers sliding over her slit. ''Myn...''
Not one to be outdone Magdeburg paid him back in full, her slender hand slipping beneath the waistband of his shorts and grabbing his dick fully. She flinched a little, apparently not considering how hot his shaft felt, but after a second she relaxed again and started to stroke him off - bobbing her wrist and tugging groans up his throat. They drew apart then, gaze locked onto each other's faces and allowing the Commander to watch hers scrunch up with thinly-veiled arousal as he rubbed her slit, teasing a cute whimper out of the tomboy.
''How long you been wanting to do this?'' The Commander murmured, brushing his lips over hers.
''S-Since like an hour ago.'' She murmured back, mewling as he kissed her – light enough that it didn't stop her from talking. ''Just realised how alone we were and... myn, wanted to do it with you.''
''Oh? Why's that?'' He felt her index and thumb form a ring, tugging just under the crown of his cock in short, quick jerks.
Magdeburg groaned. ''Seriously? You're like the only guy on the base. And you're pretty hot too. Why wouldn't I wanna do it?''
''I didn't know you were so horny.'' The Commander teased.
''I-I'm not- myn~'' Magdeburg's protest melted as he flicked her clit, the little bit of stimulation leaving her in a daze – if only for a few seconds. ''Mm... others wanna do it with ya too, y'know... heck, pretty sure they reason nobody does is 'cause they're fighting one another to get your attention...''
That was news to the Commander; he hadn't thought he had so many admirers. Though now that he did, he'd be sure to allocate some 'alone time' with some. Having a bunch of pent-up Ship-Girls wasn't good after all. Getting his dick wet in the process was just a nice bonus.
The thought was chased from the Commander's mind as Magdeburg suddenly released his cock. ''Mag?''
''T-Take your shorts off.'' The cruiser bashfully asked. ''I'll give you a b-blow... I mean, I'll blow you.''
The Commander wasn't sure whether to be endeared by her inability to say 'blow-job' or aroused by the fact she was saying something so lewd in the first place. In the end he murmured out an agreement and leaned back into the cushion, his waist lifting off of the seat so he could shove his shorts down to his ankles. Immediately Magdeburg shifted onto her side, cheeks blazing red as she laid down with her head in his lap; the rest of her body stretched across the length of the seat. He took his hand out of her bikini bottoms in the process and instead just held her close, idly stroking her stomach or side as she got into position.
Warm breath tickled the head of his cock, lips brushed over it – and the Commander openly moaned as Magdeburg took him into her mouth. She didn't wind him up with a quick hand-job or string of kisses but instead just grazed her lips over the bulbous head and went halfway down the shaft before sucking back up to the tip. The moment her lips reached the tip she plunged straight back down again, swallowing his cock up with her hot wet mouth and leaving the Commander in total bliss.
''Shit, Mag...'' The Commander moaned her nickname. ''Keep sucking.''
''Mmhm~'' Came Magdeburg's muffled response; the pleasant vibrations of her voice tickling his cock.
Puffing out a heavy breath the Commander just watched her work, intimately feeling her pink lips graze down his shaft before pursing snugly and sucking back up to the head. Every movement was slow but determined; picking up speed as Magdeburg got used to it, pleasuring him with her mouth earnestly. If he focused he could sense the littler details, from how her lips pressed against the sides of his shaft to how her wet tongue licked and lashed at the tip, slithering over the bulbous head and smearing her spit into it.
His gaze left her face then and moved onto her back, to her shirt. After a second he grasped it and started tugging, earning a hum from Magdeburg before she rolled her shoulders and allowed him to pull it off of her; dropping it onto the deck. Without it the thin straps of her bikini were laid bare to him alongside her slender shoulder blades, allowing his hand to roam over it and idly touch her as she gave him head. He gave her sarong the same treatment, revealing her nice butt and enticing him to grab and grope it as she worked.
''Mn...'' Shudders travelled up his spine as she gave his cock a slow, sensual suck. ''You're really good at this... use your tongue too...''
Magdeburg blushed scarlet but obeyed; her tongue becoming more active as it lashed the tip or swirled around it, the constant tongue-strokes forcing a moan out of his throat. He moved his hand up to her head and weaved his fingers through her black hair, pushing her down more – and pleasure rushed up his cock like a fire as she managed to deep-throat him, his entire cock fitting nicely in her mouth. Magdeburg stayed where she was for several long seconds before she began to cough and rear her head back up, gaining a fresh lungful of air before prompting plunging back down again; sucking him off with renewed vigour.
The Commander's throaty moan told her of how much he liked that. Pleasure simmered up his shaft like a fire, her lips forming a warm ring around his girth that slid up-and-down it, the wet-sounding sucks she made increasingly turning into slurps, her spit clinging to his cock and making it wet. That just made it feel all the better though, his muscles tensing up as the cruiser throated him – tempting him to sweep his gaze around the surrounding water.
Just sitting there, admiring the open waters with a head of black hair bobbing into his crotch, visible in just his periphery, felt downright erotic.
''Mag...'' He moaned out. ''Gonna cum soon.''
Magdeburg hummed at that, sucking up to the head and curling her slender fingers around his shaft – stroking and squeezing his cock as she sucked him off faster than before. She only took half of his dick into her mouth but did it faster to compensate, her hurried head-bobs making her sunglasses rattle and soon fall off of her head, cast aside onto the floor. The Commander barely paid them any mind though, a moan rolling off his tongue and more bubbling up his throat as he grabbed her by the horn-
''Shit!''
-and with a shout he busted his load inside Magdeburg's mouth. The cruiser grunted, lips pursing just under the crown of his cock, accepting the thick ropes of cum he spurted upon her tongue. Her hand wasn't idle though and kept hurriedly stroking his spit-laden shaft, coaxing even more spurts of cum onto her tongue before she audibly swallowed it.
Gradually the intense rush of pleasure waned and the Commander relaxed, hissing as he tugged her head up. Magdeburg took the hint and popped her lips off the tip, stroking his cock a few more times from tip to base before finally letting go; wiping her hand dry on her thigh. His cock was left standing at attention and glistening with her spit, the sunlight practically glinting off of his polished shaft - a shaft that didn't soften even as seconds passed by.
''If I'd known you were this good, I'd have hooked up with you sooner.'' The Commander half-jokingly remarked, still puffing for breath.
Magdeburg flushed, a wry sort of smile crossing her lips as she sat upright. ''Yeah? And then what?''
The Commander hummed, reaching out and rubbing her nape. She shuddered at his touch but didn't escape it. ''Hm... maybe over my desk? Sounds pretty kinky.''
Magdeburg agreed with the sentiment, a faraway look in her eyes for a split-second before she shook herself out of it. The Commander chuckled all the same and stood up, his hand sliding from her nape down her arm and to her hip, grasping alongside her other and pulling her towards him. Magdeburg flushed but took the hint, shuffling until she was laid back against the cushion as comfortably as she could, though that was made tricky by the fact the seat was so short, meaning everything below her hips hung over the edge. That was good enough for him though.
Wordlessly he hooked his fingers into her bikini bottoms and pulled them down, taking his time and admiring her pussy as it was revealed to him. Magdeburg squirmed but made no move to cover herself, shuddering as he not-so-subtly groped her thighs too as his hands slid down her legs, ending only when he tugged her bikini bottoms off her legs. Immediately her legs closed but a hand between her warm thighs coaxed them apart again, allowing him to spread her legs wide apart.
''You're beautiful.'' The Commander complimented lightly, his lips quirking up into a cheeky smile. ''Upstairs and downstairs.''
Magdeburg had no comeback to that, face red. ''Just stick it in.''
''Not yet.'' He remarked, rubbing her thighs. ''Take your top off too.''
''Seriously?'' Magdeburg sighed, but was already reaching behind her back to undo the knot.
The Commander shrugged, casual even as he stroked his cock. ''Can you blame me? You've got nice tits.''
''I feel like I should whack you for saying that.''
He just chuckled in reply, guiding his cock to her pussy and slapping it against her sex, earning a groan out of Magdeburg. His gaze however lingered on her bust, watching her bikini top shift about – until finally she pulled it off and tossed it to one side, laying bare her plump, medium-sized breasts. She blushed at his staring and shot him a flustered glare but the Commander was entirely unphased, his right hand landing on her waist and sliding up to her left tit, groping it.
''Myn...'' She shivered, reaching down and groping the head of his cock in return. ''You ready now or what?''
''Someone's impatient.''
''Duh.'' She opened her legs a little wider. ''C'mon, just put that thing inside me already.''
When he didn't Magdeburg bit her bottom lip, teeth sinking into the pink flesh and leaving little indents upon it – before in a softer, lower voice, she repeated herself a little more vulgarly.
''Just fuck me already.'' She breathed out.
That was all the motivation the Commander needed, the bulbous head of his cock sliding down her sex, pressing against her entrance – and with minimal resistance he pushed inside her. Searing hotness clamped down on his dick in an instant, the rush it sent through him forcing a moan from the Commander's throat. It felt like he was stuffing his cock in a furnace; one that tightened around him as he sunk more and more of his length inside her.
Until finally he was buried all the way inside her pussy, her walls smothering his shaft. The Commander hissed in pleasure, his gaze leaving her pussy and glancing up to her face – and was treated to a look of pure pleasure on Magdeburg's face, her expression scrunched up and shudders rippling through her slender shoulders. She cracked her eyes open, sensing his gaze, and blushed darkly when she realised he'd seen her make such a cute look. She scowled, but the blush on her cheeks did little to help her case.
''Heh.'' Leaning in the Commander brushed his lips against hers. ''How do you want it?''
''What'cha mean...?'' She murmured back, breath tickling his lips.
''I mean do you want to do this nice and gentle...'' He squeezed her hip. ''...or do you want me to do you until you're raw and limping?''
Her lips touched his, the kiss light and still allowing her to speak against his lips. ''...just fuck me how you like it, got it?''
The Commander did, and with naught but a quick kiss the Commander started to move. Magdeburg clamped down on his cock as he pulled it partway out and gasped cutely as he jammed it back into her womanhood, spreading her vaginal walls apart with his sudden thrust. Swiftly the Commander repeated the motion, finding his rhythm easily enough and starting to ram into the slender cruiser, loving how her pussy clenched down on his shaft, so searing hot yet delightfully wet.
With nothing but the waves and birds to disrupt the silence the sound of their flesh smacking together became embarrassingly obvious, each impact echoing through the air and only turning them on more. Grabbing the back of his head Magdeburg deepened the kiss, moaning unashamedly into his mouth as he stuffed her pussy, her lips soon breaking away from his to draw in a breath before immediately dragging him into another kiss, the two of them going as it like passionate lovers rather than superior-subordinate.
''Myn...'' Releasing her left tit he grabbed her hips, grunting as he jammed his dick into her tight, welcoming tunnel faster – scraping her walls with his cock. ''You know, I wasn't joking about that bit earlier.''
''Mn, what bit?'' She grunted out.
''About taking you on my desk.'' He repeated. The way she suddenly tensed and tightened, told of her embarrassment more than any words would. ''When we get back, wouldn't mind bending you over it. Or putting you on it.''
''M-Maybe...'' She breathed, stealing another quick kiss.
Smiling roguishly the Commander dove down then, taking her right nipple into his mouth and sucking on the little pink nub. Magdeburg gasped and buried her face into his hair, moaning against his head as he nipped her tit – the little bite light and rolling her nipple between his teeth before he let it spring free. The moment it escaped her swapped over to her other nipple, giving it a few quick licks before leaning up once more, reclaiming her lips in a lust-filled kissed, one that devoured her needy moans.
At the same time Magdeburg reached down, two fingers rubbing her clit side-to-side and making her tighten around his length – another, sweeter moan filling his mouth. The Commander groaned at that and shifted his hands up to her waist, lifting her up slightly as he started slamming into her welcoming tunnel, managing to fit his entire girth between her walls before she clamped down on him, her slippery heat squeezing untold amounts of grunts and groans from him, each more guttural than the last as he pounded his subordinate.
''Where – mn – should I finish?'' The Commander grunted against her lips.
''Don't care.'' Was Magdeburg's gasped response, her quivering heat seizing around his length. ''C-Crap don't stop...!''
''Wasn't planning on it...!''
Groaning the words out the Commander stopped holding back; pounding his cock into her tight tunnel as hard and fast as his hips would let him. Magdeburg cried out in response, her cute voice ringing through the air as he railed her pussy raw, no condom or anything to stifle the feeling of her wet walls pressing down on his length, the loving grip so damn addictive it felt like he would blow at any moment. The prospect of cumming inside her just turned him on further, if anything; heat rushing up his length like a fire.
A fire that rapidly became too strong to resist, the heat in his cock reaching a needy, unrelenting peak, his thrusts hastening – until he peaked. ''Shit-!''
The breathless curse just-barely left his lips before the Commander busted his load inside Magdeburg; ropes of cum splattering across her inner walls and filling her innermost parts with dollops of molten warmth. She tightened around him, spasms rippling through Magdeburg as she climaxed with him, but in that moment all he could feel was the rush of heat shooting up his length again and again as he emptied his balls inside the Ironblood woman.
Gradually the intense rush waned, and after an unknown amount of time coherency returned to him – coaxing a groan out of the Commander's lips as he pulled out.
The moment his cock slipped from her nether lips a thick drizzle of cum seeped out, the white river running down her ass and onto the seat. Magdeburg moaned shakily and closed her legs, prompting him to shift to the side so she could move onto her side, both of them left panting heavily from the force of their orgasms.
''Man, that...'' Magdeburg broke out into a sudden laugh. ''That was fun!''
Letting out a light, if breathless chuckle of his own the Commander leaned against the side of the boat, gazing out across the ocean as he just caught his breath... but as the minute passed he didn't go soft; lust still raging through his erect shaft.
Glancing back at Magdeburg he found her looking at his dick; averting her gaze only when he caught her. Prompting him to speak up. ''Say, wanna do it again?''
''Heck yeah!'' Catching herself Magdeburg blushed, looking aside. ''I-I mean, uh... yeah, I guess.''
The Commander held back another light laugh lest he embarrass his companion further, opting instead to approach. Magdeburg wasted little time shifting over onto her knees and bending herself over the seat cushion, presenting her nice ass his way and enticing him to get behind her; slapping his cock against her nether lips. Due to the extra bit of height the seat added she had to spread her thighs far apart so he was level with her womanhood, the head slapping against her drooling entrance with a wet-sounding smack, sending shivers through both of them.
''Mm, c'mon, don't just tease me- ohh~'' Magdeburg's words melted into putty the moment he pushed inside her; his cock spearing her walls apart and stuffing her inch by inch.
With how horny both of them were the Commander didn't waste time taking it slow; grabbing her hips tightly in warning and pulling partway out – before promptly slamming back into her wet pussy. A gasp was fucked free from Magdeburg's lips, her sweet moan ringing in his ears and encouraging him to jam his dick back into her a split-second later, roughly pounding the Ironblood woman and relishing what sounds he could get out of her, his pelvis clapping her ass at the same time.
From behind he had a nice view of her back too; his lustful gaze running over her nice ass and toned back, working its way up to her slender shoulders. A second later he reached up with both hands and grabbed those shoulders, coaxing a surprised moan out of Magdeburg as he bent her back towards him as much as she could – darting in and stealing a kiss the moment she tilted her head his way. It was an awkward kiss due to the angle but both were too horny to care about that; moaning against each other's lips as he rammed his cock into her.
''Anywhere else you want me to rail you?'' The Commander grunted into her ear. ''In your room? The pool? The tennis court?''
Magdeburg shuddered powerfully, a spasm jerking up her back. ''Shower sounds good to me...!''
The Commander groaned at the mental image forming in his mind – of having Magdeburg flush against the wall, his hands on the back of her thighs and holding her up as he railed her, their flesh smacking and water running down her beautiful body. The erotic thought enticed him to grab her breasts instead, using them like handholds and shamelessly groping her as he pumped her pussy, stirring her up and causing excess cum to leak out around his pulsing girth, running down the underside and dripping out from his vigorous thrusts.
Wordlessly the Commander leaned back in, stealing another over-the-shoulder kiss and devouring her throaty groan. Her plumpish breasts were manhandled between his fingers, her nipples pinched and tugged, but Magdeburg only moaned back; her pussy pressing down on his dick like the slipperiest, snuggest of vices. A vice he greedily pounded, his cock spearing between her wet walls and bumping up against her innermost parts, fucking all manner of loud shouts and cries from Magdeburg's lips, no fear of being overheard when they were so far out at sea.
''Yeah! Fuck! Like that!'' Magdeburg cried out, reaching back and pulling his hair. ''G-Guh! Gonna- oh shi-!''
Her words melted into a sharp, sudden exhale, her womanhood tightening around his throbbing cock – and with a guttural groan the Commander blew his load inside Magdeburg. His arms were around her waist in an instant, hugging her from behind and keep his dick balls-deep in her – every throb of his cock unloading another spurt of baby-batter between her walls, wrung out by her clenching heat. The Commander shuddered at the thought and rocked his hips, groaning into his partner's ear as he creampied her.
Then with a softer grunt he pulled back, the tip of his slowly-softening cock slipping out of her nether lips. Magdeburg let out a moan she didn't know she'd been holding; shuddering as he let her go and easing down into the seat below her. The Commander joined her, groaning as he all but collapsed into the seat adjacent to her, his gaze drawn up to the sky overhead as he just caught his breath.
''So uh...'' Magdeburg's breathless voice drew his gaze, noticing her flushed face. ''We still friends, yeah? Not anything too weird?''
''I'm fine with that.'' He remarked languidly, grinning. ''Though I wouldn't mind doing this again.''
Magdeburg blushed, a but a small grin crossed her lips too. ''Sounds good to me.''
The two of them shared a laugh, and after a bit of rest the Commander returned to fishing – ending up with a decent haul by the end of their trip.
[END]
