A/N: This chapter turned out a bit longer than anticipated. Still, all the more to feast upon, no?
(Also changing 'Belorussia' to 'Belorussiya'. I always get confused with that.)
Do enjoy~
Cabin Love
Chapter 3: Murmansk and Belorussiya
Following his escapade with Tallinn on the couch the Commander went about cooking lunch for everyone, having it ready by the time Murmansk and company returned from their two-hour trip.
Having spilled some sauce on himself whilst preparing lunch the Commander opted for a late-afternoon shower, washing away both the remnant sauce on his arms and the sweat that had accumulated from both cooking and fucking. By the time he was finished the girls had gone off to do their own things, mostly lounging about or exploring the area around the cabin under the guise of recon. Which apparently required a snowball fight between Tashkent's team and Gremyashchy's team.
Smiling wryly at the distant shouts and yelps the Commander wandered through the cabin in just a pair of fluffy pants and a loosened button-up shirt, idly making his way down the stairs. Belorussiya and Pamiat were on the couch, both reading a book about plants of all things and apparently discussing it for their garden back home; the bonding moment bringing a wry smile to the Commander's lips.
It wasn't easy at first to have a harem. On paper yes, but in action juggling the feelings of multiple women without leaving any feeling left out was an arduous task at the best of times. Thankfully they were all mature and didn't have much conflict with one another, so it was more a matter of learning to share his limited time as opposed to getting along, but it still took time. So to see his wives getting along so closely, acting almost like sisters, was a sight that warmed his heart.
'Hm... I should go visit Murmansk.' The Commander thought to himself, smiling as he grabbed a few things and headed back upstairs.
Depositing the miscellaneous items in his bedroom he made his way over to Murmansk's, pausing before it and listening in. Hearing nothing he decided not to knock in case she was napping, instead bending the handle and slowly peeking on inside. In contrast to his own room Murmansk's had white curtains that framed a large window overlooking the distant horizon. The sky was puffy and white, flakes of snow visible as they came to rest against the glass before fluttering down further out of sight.
And there, sat upon the lilac-quilted bed, was Murmansk. Laid on one hip she stared out with the window with a quiet fondness, a smile curling at the corners of her lips. The puffy coat she normally wore was gone, replaced instead by a pale frilly nightgown that barely reached her thighs, exposing lots of her lovely legs. It was a bit loose around the chest area too, allowing him a healthy glimpse of some cleavage, one strap precariously close to slipping off of her shoulder as she breathed.
''...hm?'' Eventually Murmansk noticed him; her face lighting up with a small, beautiful smile. ''Hello Commander~ Did you come to see me?''
''Mmhm.'' He hummed lightly in reply; shutting the bedroom door behind him. ''You alright? You were just staring off into space then.''
A giggle answered him. ''Sorry. Just enjoying the falling snow. It looks so pretty, doesn't it?''
That it did, the Commander had to silently agree. It was a light snowfall but the snowflakes were just big enough to really admire, the white flecks twirling and twisting their way through the air, the few that landed upon the windowsill forming small but gradually-growing piles of white. With her bed located right next to the window Murmansk could appreciate that fact acutely, smiling fondly as she pressed one cheek to the cold glass.
The Commander joined her, the bed shifting under his weight as he shuffled up next to her. Murmansk glanced over at him then and pulled away from the window, her arms opening for a hug and enticing him to wordlessly slip into it; his own arms looping around her lower back as her own snaked around his neck. Murmansk hummed in content, nuzzling her nose into his neck and shifting herself onto his lap, the two of them just sharing a tender embrace.
''Commander, you're so warm.'' She tickled his hair with a finger. ''And a bit wet, heehee~''
''I came out of the shower not that long ago.'' The Commander answered, stroking her back.
Murmansk made a thoughtful noise, falling silent afterwards. The gentle howl of the wind was the only real noise to disturb the quiet, the two shifting every now and again but otherwise remaining in each other's arms, savouring their shared body heat. The Commander though soon began to let his hands wander, travelling down Murmansk's back and tracing her butt, his fingertips tickling down her thighs next. The cruiser wasn't oblivious to his touches and tittered in amusement, pulling back from his neck to give him a smile.
And then wordlessly she leaned in, pressing her lips against his own. It was a tender, gentle sort of kiss, no rush or passion to it but just gentle love. The Commander reciprocated wholeheartedly, moving his hands up to her arms before slipping his hands into hers; his fingers fitting between her more slender ones and holding her hands. Murmansk smiled into the kiss and pulled back with a soft giggle, her cheeks flushed pink, but the Commander quickly leaned back in and kissed her once more.
''Mm~'' Murmansk tilted her head slightly, drawing out the kiss before pulling back for air. ''Commander. You're getting a bit excited, aren't you?''
Rather than use her occupied hands Murmansk rocked her hips instead, pressing her crotch down against his own – his erection distinct as it strained against his pants. The Commander blushed a little and chuckled sheepishly, earning himself another pretty giggle from his wife before Murmansk reclaimed his lips in a kiss, continuing to gently grind on his bulge.
The friction was slight and slow but it suited Murmansk so very well. She wasn't passionate, she wasn't fiery and hurried; she was the embodiment of the word 'gentle'. Her touch, her voice, everything about her was so very soft and cosy that it was no wonder he fell for her all those months ago. The Commander savoured those memories as he gently pushed back against Murmansk, groaning into her mouth as he nudged her back further and further, soon easing her down onto the bed.
The moment they broke off the kiss the Commander moved back. It took a conscious effort not to rush to the good bit; taking a lesson from Murmansk's book and slowing it down, his eyes never leaving her mismatched ones as he moved down between her legs. Murmansk blushed, her cheeks a distinct rosy hue as he hiked her nightgown up and pulled her lavender panties down, exposing her smooth lips that tempted his tongue close.
Before soon, he put it to work.
''A-Ahn~'' Murmansk arched her back with a soft, adorable whimper. ''Command- ahh~''
The sounds alone nearly drove him wild but he contained himself as best he could – though there was little he could do to stop his tongue from lapping at her slit. He didn't go all-out from the beginning; starting instead by teasing her puffy folds or running his hands along her inner-thighs; gently teasing the busty cruiser and coaxing out a string of whimpering moans from her. Moans that rose in pitch when his tongue flicked her slit proper, teasing her womanhood in quick up-down strokes that made her legs twitch and her stomach grow taut.
''Ah... o-oh gosh, your tongue...'' Murmansk managed to get out, her fingers curling and bundling the bed sheets between her fingers.
Smiling the Commander put his thumbs on her puffy lips and spread her open, allowing his tongue to twist and curl about freely, lapping at her quivering pink flesh hungrily. Murmansk clasped a hand over her mouth in response; submissive moans tumbling from her lips as he ate her out, his tongue flicking with growing vigour and occasionally going high, giving her clit a quick flick that never failed to make her thighs jerk.
Spicing things up further the Commander leaned up a little, bringing two fingers close before sinking them into her heat. Murmansk tensed, a soft whimper escaping the cruiser before it escalated into a moan; the sound rich in his ears as he started pumping his fingers into her. His tongue on the other hand busied itself by stroking around his fingers or aiming higher for her clit, teasingly drawing circles around the little nub before inevitably giving it a quick lick, the anticipation of such an act always making the sensation explosive for Murmansk.
''Ah... a-ah... oh that... ahh~''
One of many things he liked about Murmansk was how vocal she was during sex. Be it soft whimpers or orgasmic moans she let it all out, embarrassed but always willing to let him know how good he made her feel. He rode the high of that, his fingers pumping into Murmansk's slick tunnel eagerly whilst his tongue relentlessly went for her clit, giving up teasing her in favour of pure pleasure, his tongue in constant motion and sending spasms rippling up her body.
His other hand groped her right thigh or went higher, stroking her belly as it grew taut and flat, her moans rising in pitch despite her own efforts to keep quiet. Her body quaked under his own and she raised her back off of the bed, the knot within her growing tighter and tighter as he ate her out without pause, without relent; pushing her to a climatic peak-
-until with a sudden, quick moan Murmansk orgasmed. The Commander pulled his tongue back and used his thumb instead, hurriedly finger-fucking the cruiser and sending a fresh spasm jolting up her spine, a choked gasp escaping her as she squirted on his wrist. The Commander kept pumping his fingers into her regardless, dragging out her orgasm for that little bit longer.
Then at last he yanked his fingers out, sending a final spasm through Murmansk before she melted into putty; moaning blissfully as she sunk into the soft quilt. ''A-Ahh... Commander...''
Smiling dreamily up at him Murmansk opened her arms for him, and without hesitation the Commander got on top of his wife, claiming her lips in a kiss. She giggled as she felt his bulge press against her thigh and reached down, working on his belt at a casual pace, not at all rushed. When she got it loose the Commander wasted no time pushing his pants and boxers down to his thighs, allowing his swollen erection to finally spring free, a little bit of shuffling allowing him to press himself against her wet sex directly.
''Ah...'' Murmansk shivered at the feeling and cupped the head of his cock. ''Don't put it in yet, please. Only a lil' bit of rubbing, okay?''
''If that's what you want.'' He kissed her on the nose, earning a pretty coo from his wife.
Planting his hands on either side of her the Commander started to rock his hips, rubbing his cock up along her sex before pulling back, repeating the motion. With her holding the head of his cock there was no risk of him accidently sliding in, though it certainly felt like it at times; his shaft grinding along her sex but always just missing her entrance, the sensation equal parts erotic and torturous; denying him the penetrating his body so craved.
A coo from Murmansk drew his gaze away from her sex and to her face; just in time for her to finish tugging the straps of her nightgown down to her elbows, her nightgown coming down to rest just under her bust, leaving her large, soft breasts bared to him. The sight of them alone was enough to make his cock throb with excitement, his right hand leaving the bed and groping her left tit, squeezing a moan out of his wife.
Then without a word of warning she released the head of his dick and instead pressed down on it just as he rolled his hips, guiding him down – and they moaned in unison as he speared right into her drooling tunnel. She was so wet he went inside with barely a hint of resistance, managing to get two-thirds of himself hilted in her before he pulled back; managing to fit the rest of his erection in on the second thrust.
''Ahh~'' Murmansk mewled in satisfaction, smiling lovingly up at him. ''You're so deep inside me... gosh, just saying that is embarrassing! How does Belorussiya say it so easily...''
The Commander chuckled, kissing his wife's rosy cheek before rolling his hips, sliding partway out of her before sinking straight back into her sticky heat. Murmansk whimpered in pleasure, her walls clamping down on his swollen shaft as he inserted himself up to the hilt in her, her lower back lifting off of the bed momentarily from the sensation. Eager to see her react more the Commander kept up the pace, gently but firmly burying himself deep inside of Murmansk, loving how her walls constricted his cock.
More than the pleasure though was her reactions. Still sensitive from her last orgasm Murmansk gasped with every thrust, her eyes gently shut or fluttering back open as his length entered her, prying her wet walls apart and bumping against her innermost parts. His groin pressed firmly against her own before he inevitably pulled back for another thrust, the brief pressure just as satisfying as the thrust itself was. Murmansk clearly felt the same, reaching down with both hands and pushing down on his lower back, getting his cock inside her that little bit sooner.
Leaning down the Commander stole a quick kiss before planting another smooch on her ear; whispering into it. ''I love you Murmy.''
''Hehe, I love you too.'' She rubbed her cheek against his. ''Mm... you're so warm, Commander~''
''I wonder why.'' Was his playful comeback.
Murmansk giggled back, snaking her arms around his nape and pulling him down on top of her; their bodies as flush together as possible as he pumped into her. Moans spilled from Murmansk's lips as he filled her, his swollen cock spreading her tender walls apart; his movements gradually hastening as he lost himself to his lust. Murmansk made no move to stop him, one hand dropping to his ass and pulling him down into her, her moans briefly muffled as he claimed her lips in another heated kiss.
Dragging the kiss out the Commander savoured the feeling of her lips against his, how perfectly soft they were and how much love she conveyed through the kiss alone. The need to breathe forced the Commander back, a heavy gulp refilling his lungs before he buried his face into her neck, kissing it feverishly. Murmansk mewled happily, lolling her head to one side and exposing more of her vulnerable neck, enticing him to tickle kisses up her jugular before finishing with a kiss to her ear; darting along her jawline before finally finding her lips once more, a muted giggle escaping his partner.
''Mm, ah... more please...'' Murmansk mewled under her breath, opening her mismatched eyes and peering up into his. ''Don't stop until you finish.''
''Is it fine if I do it inside, or...?'' He managed to murmur out between thrusts.
''Mmhm~ Pour it all~ inside me.'' Murmansk cooed out, reaching down to rub her groin. ''Make sure not to let it spill out~''
Aroused by her words the Commander grunted out a quick agreement; wasting no time in diving down and kissing the horny cruiser. Murmansk mewled happily into the kiss and held onto him tightly, both arms wound around his sides even as he plunged himself inside with relentless passion – their flesh audibly smacking together as he hilted in her again and again, fiery need racing up his cock and begging for release-
-and with a tight grunt he got it; unloading inside of his wife. Murmansk squealed and wrapped her legs tightly around him, preventing him from pulling out even as her own orgasm rippled through her; her head tossing back against the pale sheets with an adorable moan of bliss; her stomach tensing and shuddering as spasms shook through her curvy frame. The Commander managed a few more quick thrusts, the sloppy squelches that ensued erotic and earning a moan out of his partner.
Soon though his stamina waned and he hilted himself inside of Murmansk, going still with a groan. Silence befell them for a long moment, the two doing nothing but panting, the sounds of Tashkent and the others playing outside forming a pleasant, almost homely background track. One that soon tempted the Commander to just lay atop Murmansk; the cruiser mewling as she tucked her chin onto his shoulder and cuddled into his warmth, her legs unwinding from his hips.
''It's so hot inside me.'' Murmansk whispered into his ear. ''Mm... I wonder if I'll be the first to have a baby, hehe~''
''Maybe, who knows.'' The Commander grunted out, lifting himself up enough to look her in the eyes. ''You'd make a great mother.''
Murmansk blushed a deep red and she looked aside, laughing lightly. ''Oh gosh, if you say it like that then I'll get really embarrassed, you know? But... if you think I would, then...''
Embarrassment made her lips purse, and with a shy smile Murmansk leaned up and pecked him on the lips – conveying all the love she held for him with the simple action. The Commander reciprocated wholeheartedly, one hand sliding around to her nape and stroking her hair, earning a lovely coo from his partner. One that spiked briefly in volume as he pulled out, the gradual emptiness between her legs making Murmansk moan.
And also grab onto his hips, stopping him. ''Can we stay like this for just a bit longer?''
Surprised the Commander murmured an agreement, laying back down atop her. Murmansk cuddled herself into him with a satisfied sigh, reaching down with two nimble fingers and guiding his cock back between her folds, moaning as he filled her back up.
''I like it when you're inside me. It just feels so nice, Commander.'' Murmansk whispered into his ear.
With a wry smile the Commander agreed, gently rocking his hips and play-fucking his wife, her moans muffled as he claimed her lips in the first of many kisses.
It would be another half-hour until they finally separated; enjoying another, gentler orgasm in that time before finally parting ways.
X-x-X
As day turned to night the Commander returned to his room to sort out some things, leaving the dishes to be done by Tallinn and Chapayev.
Or that was the plan at least. When he arrived at his room he was greeted not by an unlit room, but by a room warmly lit by the bedside lamp and with the curtains already drawn shut, creating a cosy atmosphere. One complimented by the smirking form of Belorussiya, who laid on her side in a stunning black nightgown that left lots of cleavage on display whilst her legs were clad in lacy thigh-highs, a pair of garters disappearing up her dress.
The Commander whistled lightly as he entered, shutting the door behind himself without needing to be told. ''What's the occasion?''
''None. Just thought you and I could have a bit of time together.'' Belorussiya smiled amusedly. ''I've already spoken with the others, before you ask. Murmansk will sleep with Tashkent tonight; we have the room to ourselves.''
''I see...'' The Commander murmured thoughtfully as he approached. ''You look stunning by the way.''
''When do I not?''
''Good point. Next question-''
His shirt came off with a few fiddled buttons.
''-how long until I can get it off of you?''
Belorussiya chuckled; a smooth, seductive sound that dripped from her lips like honey. The Commander savoured the pleasant sound and did away with his pants, climbing onto the bed proper and moving over to where Belorussiya waited for him. The moment he was close enough she snaked her arms around him and pulled him on top of her, smiling as their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss; her moan of lust, of want, barely hidden by their connected lips.
Shifting on top of his wife the Commander broke the kiss off first, instead diving down and attacking her neck with a slew of kisses. Belorussiya moaned throatily and lolled her head back, arousal tingeing her voice even as she ran her hands up his chest and settled them on his shoulders, enticing his own right hand to sneak up her nightgown until he found her left breast; no bra to cover it.
''Mm...'' Belorussiya hummed as he groped he tit; his palm hefting her large breast about. ''Commander...''
Without breathing another word Belorussiya drew him back into a kiss, humming into it even as she felt about his crotch – one hand soon finding his boxers and getting them down, allowing her to slip her fingers around his cock. It wasn't hard to get him erect given the situation and Belorussiya used that to her advantage, stroking his length repeatedly until he groaned; only then swapping to rubbing the head with her thumb. He hissed softly and drew back from the kiss, opting to pepper her neck with kisses instead, each one rougher and more passionate than the last, occasionally marking her skin with a love-bite.
Then with little more than a smile as warning Belorussiya tightened her grip on him and flipped them over. He hit the bed with a light 'oof!', propping his torso up with his elbows and immediately blushing red as he was treated to a view of his wife's cleavage; her nightgown coming a bit loose and showing more skin. An intentional ploy he soon realised, stunning him long enough for Belorussiya to get his pants off all the way and for her to lay down atop his legs, her lips grazing the tip-
-and then in a heartbeat she took the tip of his dick between her lips, sucking upon it lovingly. The Commander moaned in pure bliss, pleasure shocking along his erect cock and preluding the warmer heat that flowed down his shaft in tandem with her lips. Lips that dragged themselves two-thirds of the way down his cock before summarily slurping back up to the head, her tongue lashing at the tip a couple times before she plunged down once more, engulfing his swollen mast with an ease that spoke of experience.
''Mm, Belo... haah, you're so good at this...'' He breathed out, brushing her blue locks from her face.
With her mouth full of dick Belorussiya couldn't exactly respond but her amused hum more than sufficed; lust in her eyes as she continued dragging those pale pink lips of hers along his cock. The Commander couldn't hope to contain his low groan of bliss, tipping his head back momentarily only to look back down at his wife, not wanting to miss a single instant of action – and there was a lot to see, she made sure of it. Popping her lips off of the tip she swirled her tongue over and around the head in full view, staring into his eyes as she hypnotised with him with her tongue motions, each lick wet and every breath hot.
Then without warning she took him back into her mouth. He groaned, voice tight, but Belorussiya didn't give him any room to adjust this time – instead opting to bob her head in a quick rhythm, her sucks turning into slurps as her saliva clung to his cock. The noise alone sounded erotic but when accompanied by the wet sensation sliding along his cock and it was heaven; moans liberally spilling from the Commander's lips as she sucked him off.
However Belorussiya wasn't intent on letting him cum so soon. A fact he realised as his wife sucked strongly up to the tip and let it pop free from her lips; allowing his curvy wife to climb atop his lap. The Commander shuddered in anticipation, his hands already moving on reflex and settling on her wide hips, caressing them as she raised herself up and tucked her lacy black panties to one side. Smiling mirthfully Belorussiya lifted the front of her nightgown up just so he could see the big moment, the tip of his dick prodding her folds as she got into position, the head soon pressing against her entrance.
And in unison they moaned as he sunk into her hot, receptive pussy; tightness squeezing him on all sides.
''Mm- ahh...'' Belorussiya moaned deeply, expression briefly growing tight only to relax in the next moment as she took him in deeper; a shudder of pleasure travelling up her spine. ''It feels like it's been so long since I've had you inside of me.''
''It's only been about a week and a half.'' The Commander murmured with a slight teasing edge to his tone, pushing himself upright.
''Perhaps. But it feels like longer.'' Belorussiya mused, leaning down to peck him on the lips – enticing him to grasp her nape and deepen the kiss. ''Mmph...''
They stayed like that for a moment, lower parts connected but both just busy sharing kiss after kiss; drawing each one out only to break away for air and then repeat the process. Soon though the simmering need in their loins enticed Belorussiya to move, a puffed exhale escaping the Battleship as she raised herself up until the tip nearly escaped – before with haste she jammed herself back down again, throwing her head back with a moan.
The Commander loved that sound; the deep, womanly moan that came right from the back of her throat, a hint of a whine to it and forming a beautiful, sexy note. Keeping himself propped up with one hand his other settled on her rear, fingers digging into her ass and helping her bounce onto his cock – her hot walls engulfing his cock repeatedly. The saliva on his dick thankfully worked like crude lube, easing her onto him and allowing her to take his entire shaft without much issue.
''Hah, Commander-'' The breathy call was the only warning he got before Belorussiya mashed her lips against his, devouring his own husky groan.
Far from submissive the Commander started thrusting himself up into her, sheathing his rock-hard length between her honeyed walls, feeling her juices cling to his length as her walls gripped him tight. She relaxed a split-second later only to tense in the next, in-sync with how her hips rolled and how she impaled herself upon him. His free hand explored her body eagerly, hiking her nightgown up where needed and palming at her ass, her back, her thighs and her breasts; touching her with a ravenous want that couldn't be expressed by words.
Belorussiya quite liked his touch judging by her horny groan; her walls tightening around his shaft as she picked up speed, her hips rolling smoothly each time and stirring his cock around her wet heat. His own thrusts gradually came to match hers, hilting himself up inside her just as she impaled herself upon him, their flesh smacking and thumping together in a quickening rhythm that just felt so right; both groaning into each other's mouths when they kissed.
''Haah...'' Belorussiya was the first to break off the kiss, panting against his lips. ''Commander, let it out inside me tonight.''
''Murmansk said the same thing.'' The Commander grunted back, giving her ass a firm smack before rubbing it better. ''You girls get together before we went on the trip and discuss things, or...?''
Belorussiya chuckled; a deep, husky sound littered with strain as she kept impaling herself upon him. ''Da.''
''And did that... hah, did that conversation have anything to do with me knocking you up?'' He struggled to get the words out; heat throbbing up his shaft.
Belorussiya just grinned at him. ''Da~''
''Oh don't be cryptic with me.'' The Commander groaned with effort, flopping back onto the bed just so he could thrust up into her – the sound of smacking flesh rising in tempo. ''I'm not gonna hold on, sorry...''
''Just cum.'' Belorussiya breathed, one hand on his stomach with fingers spreading out, the light pressure nothing compared to the heat that smothered his cock. ''Haah... cum inside me, my beloved...!''
The Commander shuddered at her breathy demand, her walls pressing down on him tighter than ever, hastening the rush that sought to escape his pulsating mast. The friction grew hotter, his muscles loosened – and then all at once he blew his load inside of Belorussiya with a growl of exertion. She planted herself down on his crotch with a gasp, her hips hurriedly rolling back-and-forth and grinding herself down upon his dick, squeezing out every last spurt of semen she could extract from their union. He bucked his hips in response, gasping from the effort, but Belorussiya just kept grinding the cum out of him.
Until soon his orgasm waned, and with a moan he flopped limply against the sheets – panting heavily. Belorussiya mercifully stopped for the moment but he could feel her inner walls clench and grip his dick, the slippery embrace telling of how close she really was, but she held herself back for just a bit – enough that he could catch his breath. The Commander rubbed her thighs in thanks, moaning when she raised herself off of his cock; his gaze glued to her as she shuffled over onto the empty plot of bed next to him and got on all fours, a seductive arch to her back.
''...you've got a really nice ass, you know?'' The Commander had to comment.
Belorussiya chuckled. ''I suspect you say the same for the others too?''
''Depends. Tashkent's butt is more cute, Murmansk is peachy, I could go on.'' The Commander exaggeratedly gestured, hiding a smile as he playfully spoke. ''Though don't tell them I said that. Tashkent will probably whack me with the nearest book she can find.''
''Hmph. I doubt it.'' Belorussiya hummed, making small talk even as he got into position. ''We're far too used to your desires, and you ours. We don't mind if you like certain 'aspects' of ourselves, nor you talking about them, hmhm.''
''Aside from Gremy.'' He amusedly remarked.
''She only pretends so, to get your attention.'' Belorussiya revealed, her voice lower as if not to be overheard. ''Perhaps next time you claim her in bed, show her some more appreciation, hm?''
''I'll make note of that.'' The Commander remarked, rubbing the tip along her slit.
And then without warning he sunk into her receptive heat. Belorussiya didn't even try to muffle the moan that rolled off of her tongue, her back arching further as his length slid all the way inside and bumped up against her cervix. He didn't stay still for more than a second though before he pulled partway out, settling in a slow rhythm at first but quickly picking up speed over the next few moments, pumping inside her and soon clapping her ass with every thrust.
The impacts made her rear bounce lightly, enticing his hands to slide over her ass before settling on her waist, holding her firmly as he began to truly pound her – driving himself into her faster and with more vigour, her walls spread apart by his plunging girth and fucking an endless stream of moans from Belorussiya's lips, her insides tightening around his shaft like a slick, sloppy vice.
''Hah... ah... mm, that's it...'' Belorussiya moaned as he leaned over her, his hands pinning her own to the bed. ''I like this position.''
''Noted.'' The Commander grunted out shortly; chest rising with every quick breath. ''At this rate I'm thinking you girls have a breeding kink or something.''
''All of us? Probably n-not...'' The Battleship panted out, pushing herself back onto his cock with a moan. ''I do though. The thought of your seed filling me, of carrying our future child, arouses me admittedly.''
The Commander subtly picked up the pace, pounding her harder even as he kissed her ear; whispering into it. ''And the others?''
''Murmansk has a cum kink I think.'' Belorussiya confessed, head bowing as she took his rough pounding – sloshing the cum about her insides. ''I remember hearing her saying she likes the feeling of it on her skin, and inside her. Tashkent likes it too, but only in her, not on her. Finds it... hah, finds it too sticky.''
The Commander groaned in return, squeezing her hands as he plunged himself between her drooling walls, feeling her clamp tightly in return as she confessed her companions kinks to him – kinks he'd either not noticed thus far or had been ignorant of entirely. He knew Pamiat liked to be served and pampered, hence in part why she preferred getting oral rather than giving it, and he knew Tallinn liked things rougher and more messy. She wanted to feel it, not just enjoy the sensation.
Banishing the thought of his other wives the Commander moaned, picking up speed. After his last orgasm he was left sensitive, not helped by his earlier tryst with Murmansk, hurrying his hips and encouraging him to pound Belorussiya with vigour – repeatedly clapping her ass and fucking throaty moans out of his wife, cum oozing out around his shaft as he made a mess inside of her, stirring up the cum within.
''Hah, yes...!'' Gripping the sheets Belorussiya moaned throatily, her own movements before stiff and stilted. ''A-Almost-!''
The Battleship didn't get to say another word before her orgasm overtook her; pleasure gathering in her throat and seizing her muscles tight. The Commander clapped her ass thrice more before his own end arrived, the first small spurt that left his cock preluding the gout of white he spewed inside her on the next; moaning explosively as he busted another load inside of Belorussiya. His wife groaned and kept pushing back against him, dragging the moment out for as long as she could.
Until eventually their stamina evaporated, and with a moan the Commander pulled out, collapsing onto the bed next to his blue-haired wife. Belorussiya joined him, panting heavily into the sheets and staring into space, one hand cupping her leaking sex to stop too much from staining the sheets. Not that it did much more than delay the flow of cum; much of it seeping down her fingers and dripping off of her wrist.
''Mm... want some tissues?'' The Commander offered breathlessly.
''Da~''
He managed a faint chuckle before rising up and shifting over to the edge of the bed where the tissues awaited him; the usual clean-up routine following before some evening snuggles.
[END]
A/N: Plan for next chapter is a bit rough and planned to be longer, so it'll be a bit longer until the next upload (plan is the 21st but I'm really quite busy, so the date might change), and will feature Tashkent, Gremyashchy and Kiev, with an extra (conscious) scene of Grozny~