A/N: Kumano's so sweet and wholesome. It's always nice to revisit her character; it doesn't hurt that she has quite a few lovely skins~
That aside, enjoy~
Private Dancer
The Commander wasn't sure what to think when Bremerton came to him with an idea for a little festival.
For one it wasn't really to celebrate any one thing or occasion, nor even as a post-battle victory thing. Rather it was just a general, out-of-the-blue event to perk up everyone's spirits since everyone had been feeling a little low as of late. When faced with such reasoning the Commander came to agree pretty quickly, trusting Bremerton to set-up most of the main events with the help of her friends.
They didn't disappoint. The result of their hard work was a mishmash of cultures and styles, from a tennis match between various Ship-Girls, to a bunny bar, to an art contest and even to a dancer's hall, where a select number of Ship-Girls would put on flowing garments and dance majestically like they were moving with the wind.
The Commander found himself enjoying the latter; stood just off of the main stage and watching from behind the curtain as Kumano danced, some old-fashioned flute music playing as she moved and making her movements downright hypnotising. It didn't hurt that the amount of practice she'd put in allowed Kumano to move with fluid motions, not an ounce of hesitation or fatigue in her form as she moved from one foot to the other, the ornaments hanging from her clothes jingling together or stretching out with her movements, catching the light and making them glimmer.
Her outfit only added to her majestic, if serene aura. A skin-tight top covered all but the sides of her breasts with a purple-blue butterfly ornament rested over her collarbone, a thin pair of purple high-leg panties hugged her hips with her crotch mainly covered by a translucent purple pelvic curtain, the cloth reaching no further than her shins as she twisted and turned, every movement careful to make sure it didn't catch her leg and make her trip.
'She's really tried hard for this...' The Commander noted to himself, shaking his head to dispel the hypnotising quality.
Just in time as well, as with a final outstretch of her arms Kumano concluded her dance, grinning lightly as she took a bow. A roaring applause answered her, colouring her cheeks pink, but with a more sheepish smile and wave she exited the stage right. She noticed him mid-way and her eyes grew warm, though she refrained from saying or doing anything until she stood behind the curtain with him; stepping to one side to allow Amagi – their director – to walk on stage and prepare the crowd for the next dancer, Arizona.
The Commander's gaze though was on Kumano, one hand wrapping around her shoulders and guiding her away from the main stage area – both of them passing by stacks of boxes, lighting equipment and the various Manjuu waddling about managing the production side of things.
''How was it?'' Kumano eagerly asked of him.
''Hypnotising.'' He confessed, unwinding his arm from her and straightening up to his full height, smiling down at her. ''You did fantastic. I can tell you really worked hard for that performance.''
''Hehe, yeah.'' Bashfully Kumano scratched her neck.
''It certainly paid off. Not to dismiss the others, but if anyone's going to be the favourite of this event, it'll be you.'' He complimented further.
''Aw c'mon, you're making me blush!'' With a laugh Kumano whacked his arm, though her broad smile told of her true feelings. ''I'm just glad everyone liked it. Was worried I was gonna trip and fall when I got on stage, but once I got in the zone, it all kinda just fell into place? Muscle memory and all that, yeah?''
The Commander nodded. ''As I said, you did well. I assume you want to take a break now?''
''Definitely.'' Puffing out the breath Kumano fanned herself a little – smiling and chirping a thanks when a Manjuu waddled up and offered her a paper fan, allowing her to fan herself. ''Haah~ That's the stuff~''
The Commander smiled, about to wish her well and see to the next act... had Kumano not pinched the sleeve of his jacket and flashed him a smile. One far more seductive than those before it, the warmth in her eyes transitioning into something much saucier.
''Commander... why don't you come back to my changing room?'' Kumano cooed. ''I could use the company.''
The Commander blushed a light pink, glanced about... before uttering an agreement. Kumano grinned and that and beckoned him to follow, wasting little time crossing the backstage area and leading him to the rear door plastered with 'CHANGING ROOMS' in bright red pen; a rush-job done in the chaos of production. Still it did the job so the Commander saw no reason to comment, waiting just a moment before Kumano opened the door and led him down the corridor beyond; rows of rooms on the right-hand side. Being a former warehouse before being converted for the event the structure was understandably hard to convert safely, but he had to admit Bremerton and the others did a fantastic job.
The Commander chased away the thought as they reached Kumano's changing rooms, the aforementioned cruiser popping it open and leading him inside. As expected it wasn't anything that special; the walls made of the same grey concrete as the original structure had been, though the floor had been refitted with a thin red-green chequered carpet, if only for the time being. A wide desk with a huge mirror rested over to the left-hand wall, alongside several other tables with a myriad of make-up items and pieces of cloth, the leftover remnants of her outfit designing still evident. The stool before the mirror was wooden and worn, but with how stretched resources were was probably all that was available – which probably also explained the lack of much else in the room. It was a changing room, simply put; not a relaxation room.
Still, it offered them privacy, if nothing else.
He was stirred from his thoughts though as Kumano shut the door behind him, a flirtatious gleam now in her eyes. ''Heh. Teasin' me when we were in public, how naughty, Commander~''
''I wasn't teasing, I really meant it.'' He countered innocently.
Kumano's cheeks regained some heat and she glanced aside. Emboldened he took a step closer, one hand reaching up to caress her cheek. ''You were really beautiful out there you know? Moving your body like that, putting your heart on display for everyone to see, giving it your all... you should be more honest like that in future.''
Kumano's cheeks were red by the end of his gentle comment. ''Mn... how can you tease me like that but still sound so innocent? That's not fair.''
The Commander chuckled, leaning down. Nary a second later their lips met in a kiss, earning a soft hum from Kumano before she snaked her arms up and around his neck, pulling him down deeper into it. Smiling the Commander slid his hands down and grabbed her ass, a single jerk all it took to pick Kumano up and tempt her legs around his hips; her lips curling up into a smile. Pulling back from the kiss the Commander took a single second to savour the pretty smile before diving back in, their lips mashing together more roughly and coaxing a muffled moan from Kumano's lips, one of her hands snaking up into his hair and tugging upon it.
Humming into her mouth the Commander slowly carried Kumano over to the desk, sitting her down upon the edge. They broke off the kiss then but the Commander was far from done; eagerly darting in and burying his face into her neck, kissing it and coaxing out a surprised moan from Kumano, the sound soft and lilted against his ear. Relishing the erotic sound he kissed her neck more, not missing how she lolled her head to one side to present more of her neck, allowing him to trail kisses down her shoulder and then down her front, spending just a moment to kiss the side of her breasts before going further.
''Ah... Commander...'' Kumano breathed out, shuddering.
The Commander didn't bother responding, single-mindedly focused as he planted kisses upon her bare stomach, feeling the fit muscles beneath grow taut as she tensed. Smiling at that he went further, spending just a moment to tuck her pelvic curtain to one side and then do the same to her panties; revealing her pussy. Kumano mewled in embarrassment but the Commander didn't hesitate, his face ending between her soft thighs and his tongue extending out – swiftly lashing at her sex.
''A-Ah!'' Clasping a hand over her mouth Kumano moaned, her other hand running through his hair. ''Mrn...!''
Emboldened by her cute noises the Commander continued his attack, his tongue lustfully licking her slit – aided when he put two fingers on her folds and spread her open, letting his tongue stroke at new spots that left Kumano whimpering with pleasure. He didn't hesitate, didn't slow; his tongue in constant motion as it stroked over her womanhood or slid over her pussy lips, teasing her and riling her up before he went back to more sensitive regions, his nose tickling her clit several times.
The Commander was nothing if not a tease though. Keeping her legs just-far-enough apart that he could see the Commander released her folds and instead guided two fingers forth, pushing them inside Kumano's pussy and feeling her inner heat clasp down on them, squeezing snugly even as he started pumping them into her tunnel. His tongue wasn't idle either and went higher, lashing at her clit and coaxing sharp gasps out of the cruiser, her body buckling against the desk as he stimulated the bundle of nerves.
''Ah... mn, o-oh gods...'' Kumano shuddered the words out under her breath, her grip on his hair growing tight. ''Don't stop.''
Humming lightly the Commander tilted his head, kissing her right thigh and doing it firmly – spicing up each kiss with a little nip of his teeth. Sometimes it was enough to leave a mark but sometimes only enough to leave her skin tingling; the sensation soon mimicked on her left thigh as he gave it the same treatment. All the while his two fingers kept pumping into Kumano's heat, twisting and scissoring apart as he worked and making her stomach tense and grow taut – enticing the Commander to lean upright.
Kumano didn't need a bigger hint than that; swiftly yanking him close and mashing their mouths together, moaning into his mouth as he kept jamming his fingers into her the whole while. They drew the kiss out, spending every ounce of air their lungs had before inevitably they broke apart, gasping, and then without missing a beat their lips crashed back together again. Tongue got introduced quickly, their wet appendages warring between their mouths and swapping spit eagerly, the two of them groaning into the kiss; such was its lewdness.
''Mm...!'' Then with a shaky moan Kumano broke off first, panting. ''D-Dang, you're really good at this...''
Smiling lightly the Commander responded by leaning down once more, his warm breath brushing over her sex – before his tongue slid over her clit once more. The stimulation alone made her whimper, her toes curling and her fingers curling into fists; her breathing becoming hitched too when he went south and pulled his fingers out, going back to eating her out once more. Instead his other hand busied itself with rubbing her clit, his thumb pressing down on the little nub or flicking it, sending bolts of bliss straight up her stomach.
Breathing became a challenge in and of itself, every breath quick and laboured; moans interspersing every other one. His hot breaths tickled her pussy even as his tongue licked and lashed with impunity, the two fingers keeping her folds spread rubbing slightly as he worked, the added teasing pushing her just that little bit closer to orgasm, the fire in her crotch reaching unquenchable levels. Until soon, Kumano peaked.
''Ah, ahh...! C-Commander!'' With a shriek of pleasure Kumano clamped her thighs around him and threw her head back; gritted teeth quenching her shriek into a muted whine, her hips bucking strongly as she orgasmed.
The Commander shuddered, nose rubbing over her clit even as both hands grabbed her ass, stopping her from slipping off the desk as she orgasmed. His tongue still moved but he let her ride out her orgasm for the most part, kissing her thighs at the same time and gently letting her down from her climax – and was reward with a low, erotic moan as Kumano slowly relaxed, shudders and spasms still twitching through her body. When her thighs relaxed he rose back up to his full height, unable to deny the satisfaction that rolled through him as he saw her look at him with open lust.
''Amazing.'' Was all she breathed, her legs still quaking even as she slid her butt off the desk and stood. ''Take a seat, Commander. Lemme return the favour.''
Shivering at her tone the Commander obliged, easing himself down into the stool. Kumano smirked at that, seeming to regain some energy as she slowly sauntered around him, her hand cupping his cheek and sliding along it – her index finger lingering on his chin and scooping up a dribble of juices that lingered upon it. Then without breaking eye-contact she started to dance; slowly at first, but as the moments ticked by she got more into the rhythm of it, dancing to an unseen tune.
Only, unlike when on stage, this dance oozed sensuality. She arched her back more often, emphasising her big breasts or shapely ass, she swayed her hips and made his gaze linger on them, she ran a finger down her stomach and drew his gaze down to her crotch, reminding him of where his tongue just was; the pelvic curtain swaying with her movements and hiding her crotch from view. However his lust skyrocketed as he watched Kumano's hands slid up her hips and grasp the waistband... before with a slow twirl she presented her right thigh to him; allowing him to see the waistband of her panties be peeled down to her knees before falling off.
When she turned back towards him though the hanging cloth denied him a view between her legs; though the show wasn't over yet. Humming a light tune under her breath Kumano stretched her arms up and swayed her hips for a few moments, her hands sensually sliding down; coming to a stop just under her skin-tight top. Then with a sensual smile the blonde dancer peeled her top up, lifting her chest a little-
-before her boobs bounced free, left bare to his gaze.
Kumano smirked as she noticed she had his undivided attention. Without missing a beat the cruiser cupped her own breasts and hefted them up, jiggling them into her palms for his entertainment. Then with a teasing coo she sashayed her way closer to him until she was stood right before him, settling down into his lap with her legs on either side of him. In a heartbeat her right hand grasped the back of his head and pulled him down into a quick, passionate kiss before shoving him down into her cleavage – moaning when he nigh-instantly started to pepper her flesh with kisses.
Reaching down between their bodies Kumano got his belt unbuckled in seconds and his pants undone a moment after that; both shoved down to his knees seconds later. His boxers were tugged down just a second later, allowing the vixen to curl her fingers around his mast and stroke him off while he motor-boated her, earning a stiff groan from the Commander himself. Kumano giggled at that, kissing his forehead before rolling her hips, grinding her dripping-wet pussy against his shaft.
''Fuck, Kumano...'' He groaned into her tits.
Smiling seductively Kumano cupped his cheeks then and drew him up into a kiss, humming into it even as she grinded herself on his dick - smiling wider when he grabbed her ass and made her move more firmly, his cock twitching against her womanhood, as if begging to spear into her and claim her as his. The cruiser denied him for the time being, drawing back from the kiss with a playful twinkle in her eyes before she slid down his front, never breaking eye-contact even for a moment and soon ending up on the floor before him at perfect eye-level with his cock.
A fact she took full advantage of, darting in and licking the tip. It tickled a moan up his throat; another swift to follow as Kumano slapped her tongue against the tip and dragged it around the head, teasing another shaky moan out of him. Hot breaths puffed over the tip but his main focus was on her lips as they smooched the tip, then just under it – kissing a line straight down his cock to the base, incidentally leaving his dick resting against her face as she smooched the base.
''Mm... Kumano...'' Groaning her name the Commander leaned back slightly, able to rest his back against the desk.
Kumano just smirked teasingly up at him, pressing her hot tongue against his shaft and licking straight back up to the tip, flicking said tip – and then taking his cock into her mouth. Those perfect pink lips of hers pursed just under the head of his cock before taking him in even deeper, enveloping his shaft until she had two-thirds between her lips. Only then did Kumano sensually suck back up to the tip, leaving his cock glistening with her spit before she promptly pushed herself back down again, humming a little as she handled his cock.
The Commander on the other hand let out a soft hiss, gently grasping her right horn, then her left a moment later – using them like handholds as he pulled her down. Kumano didn't protest, merely humming even as his cock ran over her tongue and hit the back of her throat, her bottom lip grazing the sensitive underside of his cock and applying a deft amount of pressure, one that left him pulsating in her mouth from the pleasure. Humming happily at that Kumano tilted her head slightly to the side, her lips firm as they pursed against his meaty cock and slurped back up to the head, uncaring of the saliva that dribbled onto her chin or smeared across the corner of her mouth.
Greedily Kumano took even more of his cock, hands resting on his inner-thighs as she deep-throated him and buried her nose in his crotch. She pushed herself against his him as much as their position would allow, her breasts squishing against the rim of the stool and her arms soon wrapping around his waist – absolutely burying her face into his crotch before finally slurping back up to the tip, letting it escape her mouth.
''Haah~ It's so meaty~'' Kumano breathed, smooching the head of his throbbing cock. ''Just bust down my throat when you're ready, yeah?''
''Yeah.'' The Commander agreed in a tight voice, his dick throbbing with need.
Seeing that Kumano smirked and didn't miss a beat, her lips sliding over the head once more. With both hands on her horns the Commander swiftly pulled her down his dick, unable to quench the moan that rose up his throat – feeling the wet heat of her mouth engulf his cock again and again as she bobbed her head. She got used to the motion quickly and sped up, her arms staying firmly around his waist and practically propelling her down his dick, her wet, garbled grunts downright erotic on his ears.
''Ghk, mlph, slrp, mlph, mm- sho bigh in ma mouff... mmph~'' Kumano's muffled words sent shivers up his spine.
It also fuelled the needy warmth that travelled up his cock; pulsating and burning as it begged for release. The Commander gritted his teeth and grasped her horns firmer, yanking her down his cock and satisfied to hear her grunt and slurp upon his cock, the tip bumping against her throat every second thrust, the way her throat muscles clenched around the tip downright orgasmic. He made her move faster, his breathing becoming shallow as the pressure built, the heat in his cock mounting into something so much more potent-
''Shit!'' Until with a short, pleasure-filled shout the Commander busted his load down Kumano's throat.
The cruiser in question widened her eyes before immediately screwing them shut; willingly shoving herself balls-deep down his cock. Cum spurted and splattered down her gullet, painting her throat white with the untold amounts of cum he shot down it, but still she dutifully gulped down every last drop. In a burst of lust the Commander reached down to grasp her throat, gently holding it. He could feel every gulp, her throat bulging out briefly against his palm.
Then slowly Kumano slurped her lips up his cock, not allowing a single droplet of cum to escape her pursed lips – before with a pop her lips left it, allowing her to inhale a much-needed breath. ''Haah~ That was rough. Pretty hot though. You like it?''
''Definitely.'' Was the Commander's blissful reply.
Kumano flushed a little at that but managed a grin all the same as she stood up. ''Heh, thanks hot stuff. You still got enough energy to go again?''
''Definitely.'' He reached out and grabbed her ass, giving it a light spank.
Kumano cooed in response and stepped past him, her arms folding over one another as she bent over the desk – presenting her rear to him. The Commander growled playfully and stumbled to his feet, one hand stroking his erect cock back to full hardness even as he lined himself up behind her; rubbing his cock along her drooling entrance. She was still so wet, so excited, that the Commander couldn't find it in him to tease her any more than he already had.
So he didn't. Guiding the tip to her entrance all it took was a single roll of his hips before he slid in, meeting minimal resistance as he speared between her wet walls. A throaty moan rolled off of Kumano's tongue and she pushed her ass back towards him, letting him slide in deeper until his pelvis bumped against her rear; leaving him balls-deep inside her. The Commander shuddered and took a moment to savour the sensation before pulling back, his cock scraping her walls as he slid out.
And then he promptly plunged back inside, clapping her rear as he bottomed out within her. The cruiser moaned back, staring into the mirror and tempting him to do the same; holding her gaze as he slowly worked into a casual rhythm; pumping himself into her slippery heat and feeling her inner walls clench and squeeze his cock like the best massage ever, wringing grunts out of his throat from time to time. His hands weren't idle either and alternated between stroking her hips or groping her waist, before going further up to grope at her breasts.
''Ahh~'' Kumano moaned approvingly at the sensation.
Giving her tits one last grope the Commander soon planted his hands on either side of her instead, spooning his seductive partner and leaning over her shoulder to kiss her cheek. Smiling Kumano tilted her head to one side and leaned back enough that their lips could meet, the lip-contact sending shudders through them both and leaving them moaning into the kiss, his hips still thrusting his cock deep inside her the whole time, bumping against her innermost parts.
Burning lungs forced them apart but Kumano kept one hand in his hair, their eyes locked as he rammed himself into her tight tunnel, feeling her slippery walls constrict his length. Still sensitive after his prior orgasm it practically melted his mind, grunts and groans easily escaping the Commander's throat as he pumped into her, his gaze soon turning back to the mirror – getting a hot frontal view of Kumano as he plunged into her, watching her breasts sway and jiggle from his thrusts.
''Heh... c'mon, harder...'' Kumano crooned against his jaw, kissing it.
He responded by reaching down to grope her left breast, squeezing it even as he continued shafting her. ''As you wish.''
Then without missing a beat the Commander picked up the pace – abandoning his methodical tempo in favour of harder, more bestial thrusts, clapping Kumano's ass and fucking a cry out of her lips. She didn't even try to muffle it, letting her voice bounce off of the thick concrete walls and taking his cock without one iota of protest, her silky inner walls squeezing his shaft without relent, the constant pressure on his cock only fuelling the heat that rose up within it.
Kumano clearly felt the same, moans rolling off of her tongue as she pushed her ass back towards him, impaling herself willingly onto his dick. The sound of their flesh smacking together, of his cock entering her wet pussy, sounded so dangerously loud that it just made him fuck her harder, wanting to bust his load before someone knocked and interrupted them. A desire Kumano clearly shared, her sweet moans rising in pitch and her movements becoming more hurried, more desperate, her breath getting caught in her throat and her eyes screwing shut-
''O-Oh crap!'' Until with a stuttering cry Kumano climaxed.
The hot, wet walls that suddenly strangled his cock felt too intense, the rush of pleasure unfathomable – and with a moan the Commander busted his load inside the gyaru. Kumano's legs buckled under her, a moan rolling off her tongue as she leaned against the desk for dear life, a fresh shudder rushing through her when he spurted another thick load inside her. Again and again his semen painted her walls, squeezed out by her tightening insides, until he had no more to give.
Only then, with a hiss, did the Commander pull out. Stumbling back a half-step he nearly tripped over the stool before opting to sit down upon it, panting heavily and with pleasure shivering through every muscle in his body. Kumano on the other hand twisted around and leaned back against the desk instead, managing a grin despite her obvious fatigue.
''Heh... one hell of a way to end the night, eh?'' The cruiser cheekily asked.
''You can say that again.'' He chuckled back. ''Wanna head back to my room and share a drink?''
''That your way of askin' to keep going, or just for a drink~?''
''Whichever you'd prefer.''
''Oh I think you know what I'd prefer~'' Kumano purred.
The Commander's eyes glinted at that, and fifteen minutes later they'd be in his shower, their wet skin flush as he pummelled her from behind, her moans bouncing off of the tiled walls.
[END]