A/N: Wrote this one a while back, all the way back in March. Heck there's a fair few fics that have been sitting around gathering dust because I've never found the time to upload/finish them. Easier to create than to finish, after all~

That aside, do enjoy some more Allen (there'll be a lot of her this month~).


Preference

With another operation coming to its conclusion, the Commander opted to host a small party for the participants.

It wasn't anything special nor huge, just a small gathering around a low table in one of the spare rooms in his house, with alcohol and snacks aplenty. Some of the operational team politely declined to join whilst others left early, wanting to tuck into bed as soon as possible; soon dwindling the numbers down to just under a dozen, consisting of Ship-Girls from various nations, be it the Sakura Empire or Eagle Union.

''Heh, you couldn't even hit a single plane Hyuuga. Sure you don't want your eyes tested~?''

''T-They're really small! It's not my fault!''

''I'm pretty sure even Albacore could shoot one of them down, and she only has those tiny pin-shooters, ha!''

The Commander smiled wryly as he listened to his subordinates banter, taking an idle sip of his own drink. It was far from his first glass and he could feel the alcohol rush through his veins, his skin warm and his mind somewhat alert despite the buzz fogging up his mind. The other girls were all the same; some drunker than others and one, Hornet, currently face-down on the table snoozing away, waiting for someone to wake her up. Everyone opted to let her rest.

Just then a knee bumped up against his own, drawing his gaze to the right. Allen M. Sumner sat there downing her own glass, eyes shut as she gulped; until her left eye popped open, peering over at him. After a second a slight smile quirked at her lips and she drew the glass away from her lips, wiping them dry and wiggling her brows suggestively at him. The Commander just pushed his knee back against hers and focused on the others, listening as Hyuuga and Ise teased one another, their good-natured argument filling the room.

He was distracted from their argument though by Prinz Heinrich. ''Hey, Commander, what 'bout you?''

''Huh?'' He glanced over to the left where the Ironblood woman sat, Bremerton next to her. ''What about what?''

''Who you'd bone.'' The shamelessness in Bremerton's inquiry brought some heat to his cheeks. ''Like seriously. Don't think I've ever seen you in a relationship with any of the girls here. Surely you've been bangin' someone behind closed doors?''

''Er...'' The Commander blushed, averting his eyes – but the question had drawn the utmost attention of most of the table. ''I'll decline to answer that one.''

''Aw come on~'' Heinrich whined, pouting cutely at him. ''Tell us~''

''Yeah, it's fine to.'' Bremerton coyly wiggled her eyebrows. ''Unless that person is in the room, hehe~''

The Commander just waved a hand in her direction and took another deep drink, using it as an excuse to not answer the question – but the girls had made his choice of partner the hot topic at the table now.

''He's probably into someone with big tits. I've seen him stare more than a few times when he gets the chance, heh~'' Bremerton teased.

''Hm... but he shows the same attention to the flatter girls though, so it's not 'bout boobs... maybe he likes short ones?'' Hyuuga drunkenly mused, tapping the table thoughtfully.

''Nah, can't be, he's eyed Kinu's ass when she was working out.'' Ise murmured thoughtfully, eyeing him. ''Hm... hey, wanna tell us, or you gonna have us just guess?''

''I-I don't really have a preference.'' The Commander replied, hiding his mouth behind his cup. It did little to hide his burning cheeks, though.

''So that means you'd smash everyone in the room~?'' It was Allen who teased next, pushing herself up against his side. ''Heh, I'd be down for it~''

''Same~!'' Bremerton cheerfully agreed, as did half the table, only fuelling his embarrassment.

''I uh...'' Maybe it was the alcohol in his system, but he found himself coming around to the idea, any self-restraint fading. They were up for it, after all, so surely it was fine for a little subordinate-superior fucking. ''Sure, I guess.''

''Sweet!'' Allen snaked her arms around his neck, nearly making him spill his drink. ''Gimme a kiss then~''

Any response he had was muffled as Allen did just that, leaning in and mashing her lips against his own. She was clearly drunk with how messy the kiss was, her lips not quite meeting his own and sliding along them until they both got it right – and after a second the Commander succumbed to his lust with a groan, reciprocating. The other girls at the table cooed or cheered, watching with rapt attention, but in that moment the Commander could only focus on putting his drink down.

The moment it was out of his hands he grabbed Allen's ass, earning a muffled coo from the Destroyer before he pulled her onto his lap. They broke off for air briefly but their lips reconnected after but a few moments, allowing them to kiss even rougher than before; lustfully meshing their lips together. His hands began to wander too, sliding over her ass and groping it lightly, taking the time to feel up her thighs or lower back, the leotard she wore doing little to inhibit his touch.

''Mm~'' Allen hummed into the kiss before she drew back, exhaling a hot, alcohol-tinged breath. ''Heh, you're a good kisser~''

The Commander responded by leaning in and kissing her throat, earning a light mewl from the Destroyer – one he muffled with a proper kiss. Snaking her hands down his back she pulled him back, both of them letting out a synchronised groan as they slowly fell back; ending with Allen laid back against the thin carpet with him atop her, their lips not breaking apart for even a moment.

Again the others commented on it but he paid them no mind, focused on the dark-haired girl under him. Allen smiled against his lips and worked on his shirt, lithe fingers fumbling with the buttons one by one and popping them open, soon causing it to spill open. Without missing a beat Allen stuck her hands in his shirt and felt him up, palming his stomach and sliding them over this pectorals with a pleased coo, the sound muted by another lip-mashing kiss.

''Myn...'' Allen mewled, one hand sliding down lower and palming his crotch – her touch alone making him shiver with anticipation.

Heinrich came to help out, giggling into his ear and her breasts pushing against his back – her hands reaching around for his belt. Holding her liquor better than Allen the Ironblood woman easily managed to get the buckle undone alongside the button underneath, yanking his pants down to his knees, letting Allen be the one to pull his boxers down. The Destroyer mewled as she felt his cock touch her hand and held it, her fingers curled partway around it and tugging it towards her, the slow, clumsy tugs earning a groan from him.

The Commander leaned back then, groaning as he sat up – when Ise called out to him. ''Heh, over here Commander~''

Drawn by the sound he glanced over – and was treated to the sight of Ise pulling her top open, flashing him her tits. Without a bra or sarashi to cover them he could appreciate their weighty size fully, his blood rushing south as he admired the sight. Allen though wanted his attention more and grabbed him by his nape, pulling him right back down and mashing their lips together, muffling their mutual groan. Wanting more he rocked his hips and thrust himself into Allen's hand, the clumsy hand-job equal parts pleasurable and arousing, getting him rock-hard quickly.

Paying her back the Commander reached down to her crotch, curling his fingers under her leotard and pulling it to the side alongside her high-leg underwear, revealing her pussy. Allen mewled, her back arching slightly as he pushed his cock against her lips and rubbed against her. The Destroyer unhanded his cock at that and held his hips instead, giggling into the kiss as she made him grind on her sex, the shaft sliding up her slit but the tip always missing her entrance, not going at the right angle to slide on in.

''Dang, they're really going at it~'' Bremerton commented with a giggle, leaning forwards on the table just so she could get a good look.

''Mn, I wanna turn next~'' Heinrich whined.

''Aw, c'mere, I'll keep you company~''

A giggle melted into a moan as the two drunk girls went at it, shamelessly starting to go at each other – the erotic background sound only fuelling the Commander's lust. His hips jerked forth in quick, needy thrusts, grinding him against Allen's lips, the friction just enough to get him off but leaving him craving even more. Allen was clearly in the same boat, whining for more and palming the head of his cock, subtly pushing his dick down a bit when she could as if trying to make him 'accidentally' slip inside.

So the Commander did as she clearly wanted, rearing his hips back further and quickly grabbing his shaft, aiming lower – and then pushed forth. Lips parted and searing flesh swallowed his cock up, forcing a sharp groan from his throat; one muted when Allen yanked him into a deep, lip-mashing kiss, both of them moaning into it as he speared into her sex. She was blissfully tight but he wanted more, rocking his hips and managing to sheathe himself in deeper and deeper, spreading her tight walls apart until he was balls-deep inside the Destroyer, their pelvises practically touching.

''Mn, fuck...'' The Commander moaned as he pulled back from the kiss, shuddering. ''You feel so tight...''

''Heh, and you feel big~'' Allen cheekily quipped back, a healthy blush on her cheeks but still light-hearted despite that. ''C'mon, start movin'~''

The Commander didn't need to be told twice, and with a groan reared his hips back, intimately feeling her insides cling to his cock and beg for him not to leave – only encouraging him to slam right back in. A hot moan broke past her lips as the Destroyer jerked her head back, her womanhood squeezing him like a searing vice. He hadn't had the foresight to use some spit as lube but their grinding was enough to get Allen in the mood at least, her walls a little slick as he speared between them, bumping their pelvises together with every firm, jerky thrust.

His thrusts only got faster as he grew used to the motion, sliding his shaft between her nether lips with grunts of effort, his hands pushing Allen's thighs apart at the same time. The Destroyer moaned happily and let her legs be pushed apart, one partially under the table whilst the other hung off to the side; the shadow of the table partially falling over her front. That shadow didn't stop the others from watching though; Ise herself having moved behind him just so she could get a front-row seat to him pounding his subordinate right in front of them.

''Mm, damn... c'mon work those hips...'' Ise drunkenly hummed into his ear, pushing his hips forth when he least expected it – driving him balls-deep into Allen.

The Destroyer moaned happily at the feeling and clutched onto his back, her legs closing in and wrapping around his waist. The Commander replied with a wordless groan, plunging himself inside Allen with growing vigour, their flesh audibly clapping together and jolting her slender body, her modest breasts jiggling faintly within her leotard. He was almost tempted to ask her to pull her leotard down but alcohol impeded his thoughts, soon giving up on that train of thought and settling for gazing lower, watching his cock disappear between her lower lips and hilt inside her.

Until she cupped his cheek and made him look up at her again, and once more yanked him into a kiss. The Commander groaned and paid her back with an extra-rough thrust, bumping her cervix with the tip and fucking a squeal from Allen's lips, her waist surging up before pushing back down. Grinning the Commander did it again; ploughing the Destroyer raw and throwing in a sharper thrust when she least expected it, pounding a moan out of her throat.

Heat climbed his cock as he kept driving it between her tightening walls, the pressure growing intense, but in his drunken state he didn't think to pull out – didn't want to. She felt so hot and snug he just wanted to stay inside her forever, his pelvis clapping against hers louder as he involuntarily sped up, groaning sharply into her mouth-

''Mmph~!''

-when Allen suddenly squealed into his mouth and dug her nails into his back, seizing up. Her pussy clamped ungodly tight around him and he saw white, suddenly unable to hold back the heat in his shaft – and inevitably, he blew it inside her, shouting in pleasure as he unloaded inside her. The infusion of heat only made Allen climax harder, her body jerking and spasming under his own as she felt him cum inside her, painting her walls a sticky, wet white.

''Mmph... oh... ohh~'' Allen gradually relaxed; lips breaking apart from his own with a dazed moan. ''Ah... w-wow... eheh...''

The Commander shivered at the cute sounds and reared his hips back, sliding his shaft out from between her slick lips until the tip sprung free. He grasped it, hissing at how sensitive his cock was but stroking it all the same, the slight, gentle friction that simmered along it addictive.

He was snapped out of his thoughts however as Ise suddenly grabbed him from behind and pulled him back – sending him flopping back against her. His cheeks warmed as he felt the back of his head rest against her ample breasts, the pillowy tits comfy and his body laid down her front. His attention though refocused on Allen as the Destroyer stumbled up onto her knees, looking almost dizzy and sweaty, yet still eager for more – filled with excitement.

''Hah, haah...'' Panting Allen undid her collar-piece. ''So hot in here...''

Without waiting for a reply Allen started to undress, treating him to an unintentional strip-tease. Her leotard was unclipped and slid off, she undid the braces holding it up and wriggled the skin-tight suit down her body, letting her perky breasts jiggle free, tipped with alluring pink nipples. Her taut stomach and slick sex was revealed next, her leotard pushed down her slender legs and kicked off, her legwear soon joining it and leaving her utterly naked in front of him, her coat forgotten long ago.

Allen blushed lightly as she realised how intensely he stared at her, but with a sheepish chuckle she crawled closer on all fours, straddling his waist and grasping his shoulders. The Commander put his own hands to work, one sliding up her ribs and soon groping her right tit whilst his other went between her legs, rubbing her leaking pussy and coaxing a mewl from his lover, her half-lidded eyes gazing down at him. She rocked her hips almost unconsciously, humping his rubbing fingers, but both craved more than just some idle foreplay.

Prompting the Commander to release her pussy and grab his cock instead, aiming it up. Allen took the hint and eased herself down, but thanks to their drunken state they both missed – the head of his cock prodding her pussy lips before sliding along her groin. They tried again, fumbling, but he barely got the tip in before it slipped past and nearly went in her ass, forcing them to try again-

-until finally on the fourth go they got it right, and his dick slipped right on in.

''Mm~!'' Allen mewled in bliss, her insides clenching around his girth.

The Commander moaned, holding her waist and pulling her the rest of the way down, burying himself balls-deep inside the Destroyer. Without missing a beat Allen started to move, lifting herself up and impaling back down onto his erection, both of them drawing a quick breath before they inevitably mashed their lips together in a messy lip-lock, both of them tilting their heads and spicing the drunken kiss up. The need to breathe forced them apart but they reconnected their lips as soon as they could, both of them barely pausing to breathe.

The Commander groaned into her mouth as he felt a tongue prod his teeth, pushing his own tongue back against it. Hers slid under his and he curled his around hers, both of them lewdly tongue-wrestling between their mouths. Allen got used to moving her hips quickly, and even in her drunken state managed to find a rhythm, lifting herself just a bit up before smacking herself down, keeping his dick in her as much as possible.

''Ah, hah, mm...'' Giggling against his lips Allen stole another smooch, one hand grabbing his own and guiding it to her breasts.

The Commander didn't hesitate to comply, cupping her right and hefting it about, appreciating its shape before he groped it. Allen mewled at his lewd touch and moved her hips around in response, stirring him around her slippery insides and squeezing out a moan from his throat. His free hand smacked her ass and Allen took the hint with a mewl, going back to bouncing on his twitching cock once more; leaning over him slightly as they made out.

Ise chose that moment to join in, reaching around and grabbing Allen's waist, helping yank her down onto his cock and free his hands up, allowing him to fondle her breasts with impunity. Allen whined but didn't protest, too busy mashing her mouth against his own to care, their mutual moans muted by their locked lips. In the background he could still hear some of the other girls chatting; utterly casual despite him and Allen currently fucking like rabbits mere feet away, nor did many mind Bremerton currently going down on a squealing Heinrich.

''Mn... gonna cum again...'' The Commander grunted against her lips.

''S-Same~'' Allen whined back, biting her lip. ''Just... a-a little more~''

Slick squelches filled the air, skin loudly smacked, breaths were drawn and gasped back out as the pressure within them grew – until Allen clenched around him too tightly to resist.

''Mn!'' With a bestial grunt the Commander bucked his hips up and blew his load; shooting it deep inside Allen and probably knocking her up.

If Allen cared she certainly didn't show it, a squeal of pleasure tumbling from her lips as her insides clamping like a vice around him, orgasming on his cock. She tried to keep bouncing but pleasure made her muscles seize up, her hips jerking and rocking in uneven, clumsy rolls, wringing every drop of semen she could from his throbbing cock, mixing with the cum still splattered inside her for a hot messy filling.

''Mn... ahn...'' Allen mewled, hips gradually slowing before coming to a shaky stop. ''Ah... hah...''

The Commander smacked her ass, earning a moan from Allen before the Destroyer lifted her hips up, letting his dick spill out of her alongside a thick drip of cum; managing to shift back a bit before ultimately collapsing with a satisfied moan, twitching the aftershocks of her orgasm.

''Ahh... that felt good~'' Allen mewled.

''Y-Yeah...'' Was all the Commander managed, thoroughly out of breath and just leaning back against Ise's boobs, using them like pillows.

Ise herself snickered, sliding her hand down and stroking his cock lightly. ''Got enough steam for me too? Not fair if Allen's the only one you sleep with~''

In response the Commander twisted around and suddenly pinned Ise to the floor, and barely a minute later had her crying out as he ploughed her into the carpet, cheered on by a drunken Hyuuga.

One by one he worked his way through the various women in the room, pounding them raw and ultimately blowing his inside them, everyone too drunk to care about protection or anything like that, the mess left to be cleaned up the following morning.

Hornet would later complain about missing out on all the fun, to everyone's amusement.

[END]