A/N: This fic is about a year in waiting. Inspired by the image linked on the AO3 version of this story, I wanted to write a cosy cabin sort of lewd fic, but only in winter; and by the time I found the time last year it was already in spring. Thankfully this year I found the time, and so here we are~
Do enjoy~
Cabin Love
Chapter 1: Grozny, Pamiat Merkuria, Chapayev
After many months of hard work in the Northern Parliament, the Commander had finally deigned to take some time off.
It wasn't an easy decision, what with the constantly-looming threat of the Sirens attacking and the endless piles of paperwork that forever clogged his desk, but after being nagged senseless by his subordinates, and more importantly his wives, he eventually caved; allowing them to book the trip for him. As expected they chose a remote cabin far away from any naval base, with the closest town being halfway down a mountain.
Still, he appreciated the effort put into keeping him away from his work, and so didn't protest as he was shuffled into a car and whisked away alongside his wives – taking him only a little eastwards of St. Petersburg. Considering the time of year the snow was thick all over the place, crunching under the car's tires and then under his boots as he and his companions marched through the town and up the mountain to their vacation home. It was worth it in the end, though.
''Haah... finally here.''
The Commander's breath fogged up in front of his face as he spoke; a light mist that dissipated seconds later. The ambient air was cold and nippy, biting at his cheeks and nose, unable to break further through with the thick layers he was wearing. It was still early afternoon, the sun rising just past the noon point and bathing their snow-covered surrounding in a pale light that glimmered off of the snow.
His attention though shifted to their cabin itself. It was large, closer to a small home than a cabin retreat, but that was fine by him. The smooth wood walls were visibly thick and the whole house was built in a rectangular shape, with a small porch protecting the front door from the mound of snow perched atop the porch. The single front door was ornately carved, symbols of what looked like eagles and bears chipped into the fine dark wood, the glass circle in the middle frosted over somewhat but still allowing a peek inside.
''Shall we go in, Commander?'' The voice of Belorussiya drew his gaze to the left, towards his smiling companion.
''Mm.'' The Commander merely nodded; his mouth hidden behind a scarf as he approached the front door and slid the key in, taking his time to savour the motion as he got it unlocked, and at last pushed it inwards.
The front door led right into the living room; a grand, spacious room with a window at the far wall and a fireplace just off to the left, an array of couches forming a half-circle around it. A stairwell next to one of the couches curved up to the upstairs bedrooms on the second floor, whilst over to his right laid an old-style kitchen big enough to serve the whole household and, if his suspicions were to be believed, fully stocked too.
Slowly strolling inside the Commander had to appreciate the wooden décor and cosy atmosphere, the others all commenting on it too as they followed after him. Chapayev and Belorussiya wasted little time investigating the kitchen, in direct contrast to Pamiat Merkuria who collapsed into the nearest couch with a satisfied mewl, joined a moment later by a stoic Grozny who sipped at her vodka flask. Tashkent, Kiev and Gremyashchy curiously poked around before following Tallinn upstairs to where their rooms were, leaving Murmansk to stick by his side with a smile.
''Do you like it, Commander?'' Murmansk asked kindly, slipping her left hand into his right.
''Mm. It's a beautiful place. I wouldn't mind living here forever, heh.'' He joked.
''Hm, I don't know, we could probably buy it if we wanted~'' Murmansk teasingly hummed, earning a chuckle from him.
''Maybe.'' He leaned over and kissed her cheek, being rewarded with a soft coo. ''Why don't you head upstairs and check out the rooms? I'll check up with Chapayev and Belorussia about the food.''
''Okay~'' With a merry sing-song tune Murmansk skipped away upstairs.
Smiling at her ever-positive attitude the Commander meandered over through into the kitchen. The smooth wood floor and numerous cabinets that lined the walls gave it a cosy feel, though it did feel a little small with Chapayev and Belorussia both rummaging around the various cupboards, humming and murmuring between one another as they checked their food supplies and ingredients. All pre-ordered of course, but they could be meticulous like that sometimes.
''Everything alright?'' The Commander announced himself, meandering inside the kitchen.
''Indeed. Just double-checking to be sure.'' Chapayev smiled lightly, straightening up and sashaying over him.
Knowing what was coming the Commander opened his arms, earning a slight smirk from Chapayev before she closed the distance, her arms snaking around his neck and her lips meeting his in a sudden passionate kiss. The Commander reciprocated wholeheartedly, humming and dropping a hand down to her ass, giving it a light swat and earning a hum from his wife in return. Both of them broke it off after just a moment but one look into her eyes told that she was willing to do much more than that.
It was Belorussia then that put a stop to it. ''I'd appreciate it if you two could hold off until later. We still have unpacking to do after all, and I'm sure the others all want lunch soon too.''
Chapayev pouted at her fellow wife, but saw the logic in it and unravelled her arms from his neck. ''Fair enough. Anything in particular you want, Commander?''
''Just some soup is fine. I'll be through to help in a little bit, just need to unpack my stuff. And make sure Pamiat doesn't lay any prank traps.''
''Hehe, don't be long then~''
The Commander just chuckled, giving Belorussiya a peck on the cheek too before finally departing.
X-x-X
Nightfall came quickly in the Northern Parliament, and tonight was no exception.
The pale sky became dark just as dinnertime rolled around, and by the time it was finished it was pitch-black outside. The lack of any lights nearby meant peeking outside was a haunting prospect, as there was no lights beyond that of the stars, though it came with the bonus of being to see said stars at their brightest with no man-made lights to interfere.
Humming to himself the Commander meandered through the house. With it being so late and the group having travelled a good distance, along with waking up extra early, meant that most of the cabin's occupants had already retired to bed for the night. They'd divided themselves between their rooms, with seven rooms split between the nine of them; two girls always sharing his bed and swapping as needed. He didn't mind the extra company.
Tonight was not so different. Pushing open his bedroom door, dressed only in some boxers and a loose t-shirt, the Commander was greeted by the sight of his room; the warm wood walls and wide glass windows providing a beautiful view of the dark sky beyond, only a few lamps around to bathe the room in cosy amber light. Sat upon the white bed with legs tucked to one side was Chapayev, dressed in her form-fitting white gown, whilst just past her with her back facing him was Pamiat Merkuria. A white negligee hung from her shoulders, the straps thin and providing him a peek at some side-boob when she turned towards him, her cheeks flushed a light pink.
And to cap the trio off was Grozny, laid on her side with her head on Chapayev's lap... and completely fast asleep. She snoozed away unbothered by the position, a grey sweater thrown over her white button-up shirt and with a hat snugly upon her head. Thanks to her position too, her legs tucked up close, he could peek up her sweater at the pair of white underwear hugging her small rear.
''Good evening Commander.'' Chapayev greeted him warmly, a knowing glint in her eyes. ''Are you ready for bed~?''
''Not quite.'' He commented with a light grin. ''I've got some wives to satisfy haven't I?''
''Duh, obviously.'' Pamiat snarked from her spot on the bed. ''You know how hard it is to sit still when you walk outta the kitchen in a damn apron? And then you offer to feed me?''
The Commander chuckled. If there was one way to get into Pamiat's heart, it was to pamper her. ''And if I was to serve you in a naked apron one day?''
''Oho, don't tease her too much, Commander.'' Chapayev countered with a smirk, pretending not to notice how Pamiat went red in the face. ''Though I myself wouldn't be opposed to you serving me in such a manner either, heehee~''
The Commander just smirked and crawled onto the bed, approaching his blue-haired wife. Chapayev's smirk grew to a grin and she reached out with one hand, caressing his cheek briefly before pulling him into a light, almost feathery kiss; humming against his lips as he reciprocated. Her tongue teased teeth and he parted them without question, his own slick appendage rushing to meet hers and getting in a battle for dominance, wrestling between their mouths and coaxing low hums out of his wife.
The need to breathe forced them both apart moments later though, their heavy breaths audible in the quiet. The Commander was the first to back off, turning his gaze onto Pamiat instead and beckoning her close with a finger. The old cruiser didn't hesitate to comply, shuffling across the bed with pink cheeks and throwing her arms around him, crashing her lips against his roughly and tempting him to push back with equal vigour – both of his hands caressing her hips and pulling her onto his lap.
''Mmph- mwah!'' Pamiat broke off the kiss and looked him straight in the eyes. ''For the record, you're wearing that naked apron before we go home.''
''Hm... if you give me head right now, then deal.'' He countered teasingly.
''Deal.'' Instantly Pamiat agreed, shifting down his legs.
His boxers came down by the time her knees hit the floor, his semi-erect dick springing out before her. Even though she'd seen it countless times before Pamiat still blushed at the sight of his growing erection, her slender fingers curling around his length before she started to stroke him off – her movements quick and hastened by excitement. The Commander groaned in quiet bliss, eyes never leaving Pamiat as she worked his cock and just appreciating the nice down-blouse view he got.
Then Pamiat leaned in, her warm breath brushing over the tip, before she took him into her mouth. No warm-up kisses, no licks, just straight jumping to taking him into her mouth. The Commander curled his fingers into the quilt and hissed through pursed lips, unable to hide his arousal as Pamiat slid her lips halfway down his cock before sucking straight back up to the tip. Her pinkish lips twitched up at the corners, smugness entering her pink eyes as she started tilting her head this way and that, spicing up her sucks and forcing more such sounds out of him.
''Mm... that's it...'' The Commander breathed, brushing her hair from her face.
Warmth coated Pamiat's cheeks but the playful cruiser wasn't deterred; continuing to bob her head and suck his cock. Her smooth hands slid along his thighs as she worked, spreading out and running over his skin as she pushed herself down his cock – managing to take his entire length a moment later. Her lips pursed snugly around the base and she swiftly slurped back up to the tip, his dick gleaming with her spit and helping ease her straight back down again, engulfing him with ease.
''Mmph... slrp, slrp~'' Wet-sounding slurps escaped her mouth now as she caressed him with her lips, her tongue getting involved too and stroking the underside of his shaft.
The Commander relished the feeling, pursing his lips and leaning back on both arms, glancing over at Chapayev. The blue-haired woman watched on with a patient smile, amusement twinkling in her eyes, and with a low groan the Commander turned his attention back towards Pamiat as the old cruiser started bobbing her head faster, engulfing his cock again and again. Sometimes she took him all the way, the head plunging down the back of her throat, but other times she only swallowed most of his cock and pulled back before the tip could shove itself down her gullet. The unknowingness of it somehow made it all the more lewd; groans spilling from the Commander's lips as Pamiat buried her face into his groin, her nose tickling his pelvis as it squished against it.
Biting back another groan the Commander put his hand on the back of her head, pulling her down with a soft hiss of pleasure. Wet warmth swallowed his cock up to the hilt, a tinge of coolness replacing it when Pamiat pulled back; fixed when she plunged back down a split-second later. The heavenly feeling coaxed pulses of pleasure up his shaft, aided by the wet tongue that stroked the underside of his length, each flick and curl teasing more grunts out of him and fuelling the rapidly-rising pressure within his shaft.
''Ahh, almost...'' He warned.
Pamiat hummed, laying her hands on his knees and bobbing her head with quick, rhythmic jerks of her neck, throating him unashamedly and without pause. The constant motions coupled with the inviting warmth proved too much for the Commander, his breathing hastening and his mind purged white by the pleasure – until at last he was pushed over the edge, and came.
''Mn!'' Shoving her into his crotch the Commander blew his load a split-second later, moaning shakily as he came straight down Pamiat's throat.
The old cruiser kept her lips snugly wrapped around the base of his cock, letting her feel every punctuating throb of his cock. Her face scrunched up and her eyes screwed shut, dutifully swallowing every last rope of cum he shot down her gullet... until at last he loosened his hold and Pamiat slowly slurped her lips up his cock, popping them off the tip with a laboured breath.
''...bleh...'' Then with a cute expression Pamiat stuck her tongue out and drooled onto her palm, getting rid of the lingering semen on it. ''I don't know how you can swallow this stuff, Chapayev.''
''You get used to it~ Maybe if you blew him more often you'd get used to it as well~'' Chapayev teased from her spot on the bed.
''Whatever.'' Pamiat grumbled, standing up. ''I'm gonna go and wash my mouth out, I don't like the taste. Back in a sec.''
The Commander smiled wryly as his dark-haired wife wandered off. She always commented that she never liked salty things, and perhaps because of that she'd been pestering him to eat more pineapple; something about making cum taste better. Whether or not that was true he didn't know, but it was amusing all the same that she couldn't stand the taste.
Giggling drew his gaze over to Chapayev, and his lust flared with renewed vigour as his blue-haired wife lifted her gown slightly, revealing she was wearing no panties beneath her sleepwear. ''Oh Commander~''
''Dear.'' He countered with a low purr, turning to face her. ''Shall we get started while she's gone?''
''Hm... something like that.'' Lowering her gown Chapayev instead nodded down at Grozny. ''Why don't you have fun with her first~?''
''You sure?'' He asked in surprise.
''Mm. She told me to let you do it with her if she fell asleep.'' Chapayev winked. ''She fell asleep two minutes after telling me that.''
Huffing in amusement at his petite wife's habits the Commander shuffled across the bed to where Grozny and Chapayev laid. Chapayev just smiled amusedly at him, patient as he got behind Grozny and reached up her oversized shirt, successfully finding the waistband of her panties and peeling them down to her knees; keeping them together and exposing her smooth pussy. The tip of his cock soon prodded her nether lips, smearing some of Pamiat's spit across her puffy folds as he teased them, a shudder lancing through the Commander as he nudged her entrance.
And then with little warning he sunk inside. Even in her sleep Grozny was tight; her vagina pressing down on his swollen manhood as he penetrated her deeply. Just fitting himself into such a tight tunnel took his breath away, a strangled sort of groan bubbling up his throat as he inched himself in deeper and deeper, managing to fit just over half of his cock inside her before stopping. That alone though was pleasurable, the snug heat that smothered his shaft leaving him panting.
He craved more though, tempting him to slowly start to thrust. Mindful of how tight she was he didn't jump straight to fucking her senseless; instead taking a gentler, more patient pace, sinking in-and-out of her hot tunnel and feeling her walls cling to his cock, the snug grip never failing to make him moan. With some effort though he got her to relax, allowing him to push in a bit deeper each time until he was nearly bottoming-out inside her.
''Hehe. You've got such a cute expression on your face, Commander~'' Chapayev teased lightly, leaning over and kissing his nose – before whispering lewdly into his ear. ''Does her pussy feel that good~?''
He shuddered at the salacious vulgarity. ''Y-Yeah.''
''Good~'' She nipped his ear, making him hiss. ''Feel free to finish inside her, too~''
The Commander grunted in lieu of a proper response, picking up speed and pumping himself into Grozny. The slumbering Destroyer shifted a little but otherwise remained fast asleep, dozing even as he hilted inside her tight tunnel repeatedly. Her body reacted though to his movements, her walls becoming wet with her honey and easing him into her, the sound of flesh smacking together picking up speed as he clapped her rear.
Groaning under his breath the Commander ran one hand along her soft thigh, his other hand settling on her hip and pushing inside her faster. The fact he was doing this to her while she slept somehow only made it more exciting; having to be gentle enough not to wake her but quick enough to try and cum before she woke up. Though with how tight she was that wasn't going to be hard; a stiff moan rolling off of the Commander's tongue as he only put the first few inches in her, hurriedly pumping himself in-and-out of her slippery tunnel.
''Hah, ah...'' The Commander panted – the sound briefly muted as Chapayev cupped his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. ''Mrmph...''
The cruiser's tongue invaded his mouth, finding his own tongue and wrestling eagerly with it. He put up as best a fight as he could but Chapayev was very skilled with her tongue and it showed with how easily she dominated him, her hands sliding down and stroking his shoulders as they waged war with their tongues. Peripherally he was aware of Pamiat Merkuria returning and grumbling to herself but he paid his dark-haired wife no mind; busying himself by slamming into Grozny's delightfully-snug pussy, her walls constricting his length and edging him closer to climax.
The loving grip coupled with Pamiat's earlier blowjob proved too much for him. Despite wanting the moment to last for longer a familiar heat surged up his cock, aching and needy. His hips jerked forth faster than before, smacking his groin against the back of Grozny's thighs as he plunged balls-deep in her again and again, his cock gleaming with her honey as it throbbed against her walls, the eager need swelling within him.
And then with a tight, rasping groan the Commander hilted inside Grozny and orgasmed; shooting a gout of semen deep inside the slumbering Destroyer. Even in her sleep Grozny reacted; squirming and whimpering softly as she felt his heat splash inside her in thick spurts, coating her inner walls or pumping deep into her womb. The thought sent lewd shudders running up through his body; another moan escaping him as he filled her up.
Then with a soft exhale he pulled out, allowing a slow but steady trickle of cum to leak from Grozny's puffy lips.
''Hehe, good boy~'' Chapayev cooed, unconsciously leaning into her more dom tendencies. ''Now, why don't you go ravish Pamiat next~?''
''Eh... you're being awfully generous, Chapayev.'' Pamiat remarked suspiciously even as she got on the bed, crawling over to him. ''Normally you like to hog him to yourself.''
The Commander decided to answer that. ''Turns out Chapayev has a voyeurism kink.''
''Indeed~'' Chapayev giggled. ''Just watching the Commander do another woman, having to wait until I'll experience the same – it gives me goosebumps. Especially if he makes me wait for even longer, it's delightfully agonising~''
Pamiat shot her a weirded-out look, but she wasn't one to complain about another's kinks. ''Whatever floats your boat I guess.''
The Commander chuckled at their byplay, sitting up on his knees and meeting Pamiat halfway across the wide bed; taking her hands in his and leaning down. Pamiat's lips were soft as they met his own, her light hum filling his mouth as they just shared a moment of intimacy before the debauchery to come. Which came sooner than expected, as the old cruiser broke off the kiss and flashed him a coy smirk before turning around, getting down on all fours before him with a saucy smile.
Aroused by such a sexy look the Commander wasted no time flipping the back of her nightgown up, revealing her curvy ass; no panties to hug her hips. Purring in approval the Commander grasped his cock – still wet with Grozny's fluids – and rubbed the head along her slit, teasing a mewl out of Pamiat and then a moan as he slapped the head against her pussy. The old cruiser tried to push herself back onto his cock but he moved back with her, his cock rubbing along her sex but not entering her.
''Commander~'' Pamiat then whined, leaning forwards on her elbows and presenting herself to him.
The Commander couldn't hope to resist such an alluring offer; guiding the head down to her entrance – and in unison they moaned as he pushed inside. Still sensitive from fucking Grozny the mere act set his nerves afire in the best way possible; pleasure simmering down his cock as he sheathed himself in her wet tunnel. Her walls seized around his shaft, snug and warm, enticing him to pull out to the tip only to drive himself back inside her a split-second later.
A throaty moan answered him, sweetened when Pamiat pushed her ass back towards him, impaling herself onto his shaft. The Commander responded by grabbing her shapely hips and moving properly; scraping between her wet walls and bottoming out inside the cruiser, the head of his cock pushing up against her cervix. With a whimper of pleasure Pamiat grasped at the sheets and peeked over her shoulder at him, dark hair draped over one pink eye before she hurriedly tucked it aside, allowing eye-contact to continue.
Wordlessly the Commander moved his hands up her sides, tracing her hourglass figure up to her shoulders and tugging the straps of her nightgown off. It came down easily, pooling around her stomach and leaving her large, soft-looking breasts exposed to the air for all of a second before his hands got ahold of them; groping her boobs lustfully and squishing them between his fingers, easily squeezing a moan out of his lover.
''Ah~ Commander~'' Pamiat mewled, arching her back. Her breasts had always been sensitive.
A fact he exploited mercilessly. Smiling he leaned down and planted a kiss on her nape just as he tweaked her nipples, coaxing out an adorable whine from the shortstack, her pussy clamping around his cock lovingly. Keeping ahold of her tits the Commander made Pamiat arch her back more, a moan rolling off of his lover's tongue as he made her sit up on her knees, back bent towards him with his hands supporting her weight – before without warning he started to fuck her in earnest.
''H-Hyaa~!'' Pamiat's scream pierced the air. ''C-Commander~!''
The sound of smacking flesh loudly rung throughout the bedroom, the bed squeaking under them as he rapidly plunged into her honeypot, every thrust taking his cock in deep and loudly clapping her ass; her shapely behind jiggling from the rapid-fire thrusts. Slick squelching became audible as he stirred her insides up, her arousal visibly clinging to his cock in the brief moments he pulled his cock out; before he invariably jammed it back inside her pussy once more.
Faced with such a rough pussy-pounding Pamiat crumbled; her cries rapidly escalating into wails of pleasure, her head jerking left and right in some feeble attempt to endure his cock. Flesh seized around his throbbing member and the Commander could only grunt and groan into her ear, maintaining the rough pace and feeling her seize up, her cry cutting short as she inhaled suddenly-
-and with a surprisingly quiet whimper, Pamiat orgasmed. Convulsions wracked her frame and she jerked forwards, flopping forth onto the bed and pulling the Commander down with her. He hissed, managing just a few more thrusts before he finally peaked, unloading thick ropes of semen into his wife; painting her insides with his cream and unloading his main battery into her womb.
''A-Ahh... ahn~'' Pamiat moaned into the quilt, panting heavily. ''So hot~''
The Commander grunted in response, planting a single messy kiss on the back of her neck before pulling out, slowly shifting upright. The old cruiser didn't even bother getting up and just stayed laid on the bed, fucked silly – something that visibly amused Chapayev, the blue-haired cruiser smirking amusedly... and, as expected, Grozny hadn't woken up. Girl could sleep through a Siren assault; challenged only by Laffey in the 'can-sleep-through-anything' department.
Shaking off his amusement the Commander reached down; caringly scooping his slumbering wife up and carrying her over to the pillows, meticulously pulling the covers back and laying her down underneath – giving her a pillow to cuddle against until he'd join her later. Grozny barely stirred throughout, and once she was settled the Commander finally turned his attention onto Chapayev. The cruiser, finally having enough of waiting, closed the distance in the time it took him to blink; pushing him down onto the bed.
''Finally~'' Chapayev breathed, climbing onto his lap and reaching under herself, grasping his cock and guiding it to her wet pussy lips.
The Commander got his elbows under himself when he felt her sopping heat graze his tip – and a moan forced its way up his throat as he entered Chapayev. Compared to Grozny and Pamiat, Chapayev was drooling wet; her tunnel slick with her honey as he sunk all the way inside her on the very first go. Chapayev mewled at the pleasant fullness, teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she straightened up, one hand on his stomach and the other limply behind her, leaving nothing to hide her aroused smile from him.
Chapayev let out a little giggle then, her walls tightening around his cock as she rose up – and just as the tip was about to slip put she impaled herself back down again. She jammed herself down hurriedly, engulfing his aching cock, but raised herself up with torturous slowness; letting him feel her walls grip him ever so lovingly. He grabbed her hips and tried to pull her down but Chapayev easily resisted his hold, an amused smile remaining on her lips as she made him wait for his pleasure.
''Chappy...'' The Commander groaned her nickname out.
Chapayev blushed at the sound of it, her teeth nipping her bottom lip, before with a soft moan she complied and picked up the pace a little. The Commander sat up in response, allowing his sadistic wife to thread her arms around his neck and pull him into a passionate kiss – and passionate was truly the word to describe kissing Chapayev. Aggressive, heated and with an invading tongue inevitably coming with it the kiss alone left the Commander shuddering with lust.
Sliding his hands up he hiked her gown up a bit until he could he could grope at her breasts; admiring their large size as she bounced on his dick. Chapayev smiled arousingly against his lips in response, cupping his cheeks and drawing him back into another kiss, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip several times throughout – and he hissed as she ceased bouncing and started grinding down on his cock, the short back-forth motions coaxing pulses of warmth straight up his dick.
''Tease...'' He groaned in response.
''You know you love it.'' Chapayev purred back.
''Definitely. The chains were a bit of a surprise though.'' He countered, his right hand dropping to her ass – giving it a light spank.
Chapayev moaned against his lips. ''Mm... be glad I didn't bring any with us~''
''If you had I'd have chained you up and had my way with you.'' The Commander teased back, relishing the hot blush that his words got.
''Oh, I think I might like that~'' Chapayev purred, kissing him briefly. ''I wouldn't mind being your bitch for a night~''
''You'd never be that to me.'' The Commander managed to grunt back, thrusting up to match her pace. A moan answered him. ''But I guess for a night, I could try being a dom?''
''As if you aren't already~'' The cruiser cooed back.
Rather than reply with words the Commander settled for a lust-filled moan, grabbing her hip with one hand whilst supporting his weight with his other hand; eagerly plunging himself up into her nary a second later. Chapayev threw her head and moaned, her insides constricting his swollen girth as it pumped between her pussy lips; every snug squeeze of her womanhood amplified thrice-fold by his sensitivity, rapidly pushing him to his end.
Chapayev wasn't far off either though; the hint of wetness on her fingers betraying why. Leaning forwards the blue-haired woman shifted one leg up, heel digging into the bed as she jammed herself down onto his dick with a slew of moans – the new angle reaching just the right spot to make Chapayev whimper with pleasure. Eager to hear that sound more the Commander held her waist and slammed up into her as much as the position would allow, straining to hold on for a little bit longer as he pounded his wife to her limit.
And soon, she reached it – throwing her head back with a scream of ecstasy. She pressed herself against him, grinding herself down on his cock; and a groan reverberated out of his throat as he came inside her; pulling her hips down and making sure all of his semen spurted inside her. Her walls squeezed him tighter, draining his balls dry and accepting his baby batter into her womb, the excess flowing down his shaft and leaking from their connected parts.
''Mmph... ahh~'' Gradually Chapayev relaxed; a low moan rolling off of her tongue. ''Commander...''
Wordlessly the Commander kissed her neck, one hand remaining on her lower back as he shuffled the pair of them backwards. Only when he reached the pillows did Chapayev lift herself up and off of his cock, laying herself down on the bed next to him. Pamiat had left the room at some point to clean up, leaving him to reach over and take away Grozny's pillow, instead pulling his short wife up against his side.
Predictably the Destroyer cuddled into his side whilst Chapayev took his other side, leaving just enough space for Pamiat to take the spot beside Grozny and spoon the petite blonde.
''Mm... that was nice.'' Chapayev hummed into his shoulder, kissing it lightly. ''I'm afraid I can't just get enough of you, dear~''
''Nor I of you.'' The Commander teased back, kissing her nose. She giggled and nipped at his shoulder in return playfully. ''Plan for tomorrow?''
''Hm... well, it'd be wise to go grab some extra firewood, so I'll probably go out with Belorussiya to grab some. The others might want to take a walk while it's bright out; the surrounding area is quite pretty in winter, you know.''
''Mm, I see I see...''
Just then Pamiat Merkuria wandered back into the room, shutting the door. ''You two done now?''
''Yep.'' The Commander smiled. ''Mind getting the lights?''
''Yeah yeah...''
Despite her faux-grumbling Pamiat went around and turned off all the lamps as requested, soon plunging the bedroom into darkness. She joined them not long after and all four of them cuddled beneath the sheets, sharing warmth and chatting for only a little longer before drifting off.
And with his wives on both side of him, the Commander drifted off to sleep.
[END]