A/N: Was originally planning to include Kiev in this chapter, but the chapter was beginning to get a bit lengthy and I'm on a tight schedule, so I've decide to separate her part into chapter 5 alongside the whole Commander-wears-naked-apron bit. Extending this to six chapters, too, since I want the final chapter to be an orgy one.

Writing this chapter has also made me realise that I've yet to write a purely Tashkent x Commander fic, which is a shame; she's one of my favourite characters in the Northern Parliament and in the game as a whole. Partly due to her cute design and lines, and partly because her ship form appeals to me.

That aside, please do enjoy~


Cabin Love

Chapter 4: Grozny, Gremyashchy and Tashkent

The Commander woke slowly, the warm embrace of the quilt nearly lulling him into a pleasant doze.

However habit encouraged him to wake up, his eyes cracking open and peering around the dimly-lit bedroom. Unlike his night with Chapayev and the others the curtains were drawn shut so he wasn't immediately blinded, and with a slow sigh the Commander sat upright, the bed covers hissing softly from the movement against his skin. For a moment he just sat there, rubbing at his face before glancing over at the clock to check the time. Eight in the morning.

'Might as well wake up.' He told himself, shrugging.

With a slight nod the Commander shifted over to his side of the bed and slipped out, making sure not to disturb the sleeping Belorussiya that snoozed softly. Knowing how late she liked to sleep in he tucked the covers back up to her shoulders and let her be, instead quietly gathering some of his clothes and heading through to the bathroom just down the hall.

As he passed however he was surprised to hear a door squeak; and when he glanced behind himself he found a sleepy Grozny meandering out of her bedroom.

''Mm... Commander...'' The blonde yawned cutely, dressed in naught but an oversized black t-shirt and underwear. ''Good morning...''

''You're up early.'' The Commander noted lightly.

Grozny shrugged. ''I slept a lot yesterday.''

''Fair enough. I was just about to head into the shower. Wanna join me?'' He offered to his petite wife, having no compunctions about it.

Once upon a time sharing a bath or shower would've got him red in the face and flustered. After doing it a dozen times and seeing their naked selves more times than he could count, he'd grown acclimated to it.

Grozny hummed lightly, following a set behind him as he led her into the bathroom. The white tiles were cold at this time in the morning but quickly warmed when he turned the shower on, idly tapping his fingers along the rim of the porcelain bathtub while he waited for the temperature to rise. Grozny, on the other hand, grew a touch impatient and just started stripping; her shirt coming over her head and revealing her flat chest; her white panties ending around her ankles a moment later before she moved over to his boxers, pulling them down.

''Patience.'' He lightly bopped the Destroyer on the head, earning a wordless grumble from the sleepy blonde.

The shower warmed up a moment later and he stepped inside, offering his partner a hand and helping her in. The height difference between them was apparent but it never really bothered them; when you had to fight against an enemy like the Sirens day in and day out something like a difference in height or size was a trivial issue to work around. If anything it just led to spicier sex, considering he could carry her easier. The fact it meant she got to be the little spoon when they snuggled was also a bonus.

Squirting some shower cream onto his hand the Commander went about washing himself up, leaving Grozny to do the same beside him; the two fitting easily under the wide spray of the shower and cleaning themselves in silence. Every so often though the Commander tossed a glance down at his blonde wife, tracing the curve of her shoulders as water ran down her back to her perky butt, or dribbled down her stomach and over her smooth slit.

Grozny noticed him looking, her cheeks dusting pink before she held her hands up to him, soap suds dribbling down her arms. Smiling wryly the Commander reached down and picked her up by her underarms, lifting her more to eye-height and giving her a quick kiss – before sliding his hold down to her ribs and turning her upside-down. Far too familiar with this manoeuvre Grozny just huffed, unbothered by it as she was lowered until she was at eye-level with his cock. His distinctly erect cock.

''Lewd.'' Grozny said plainly – before taking the tip between her lips.

The Commander let out a low groan of arousal, shifting his grip up to her hips as he felt Grozny's warm wet mouth engulf the head. She made progress quickly, her hands grasping onto his hips and pulling herself deeper down his cock, her tongue like a hot bed for his shaft as it went between her pinkish lips. She sucked back up to the tip, no suds clinging to his shaft thankfully and allowing the Destroyer to start bobbing her head with impunity.

The position also left her legs hanging apart; her smooth pussy bare to his gaze. Intent on repaying the favour he wasted no time burying his face in her crotch, his tongue flicking along her puffy slit and instantly earning a moan from his lover; the sound making pleasant vibrations against his cock. Wanting to feel that even more the Commander flicked his tongue more; his motions quick, short and easily succeeding in making his petite wife moan.

Grozny gave it as good as she took it; her lips forming a snug ring around his cock as she slurped down to near the base before going back up to the tip, enduring her gag reflex – if she even had one at this point. Regardless if she did or not the sensation of her lips gliding along his cock, the warm shower spray pouring over them both, felt downright heavenly and left him groaning with bliss.

''Hah, Grozny...'' He breathed against her pussy. ''Your mouth... mn...''

Shuddering he held her lower back with one hand and the back of her head with his other, helping the Destroyer bob her head faster – swallowing his girth repeatedly and vigorously. The wet warmth felt all the more intense when he was the only thing holding Grozny up; his attention torn between making sure he didn't drop her, enjoying the blowjob she gave and eating her out all at the same time.

However as intense as it was he didn't want to cum from just some oral sex; not when he had a full day of passion to go. Thus despite how good it felt the Commander groaned and gave her puffy lips once last kiss before lifting her back up, causing Grozny's lips to pop off his cock, leaving her panting. With ease the Commander rotated her back around, her lightweight form carried by him until he had her facing the wall; both hands on the wet tiles whilst her legs simply dangled, her waist at perfect level with his cock.

''Commander...'' Grozny mewled, peeking over her shoulder. ''...I was asleep last time, so make sure to make up for it...''

''I will.'' He assured, holding her stomach with one hand and guiding himself close with his other, the tip nuzzling her puffy lips – before at last he speared inside her. ''H-Haah...''

She was tight. Unbelievably, amazingly tight; her walls clamping around him as he buried himself in inch by inch. Even with all the foreplay it was a snug fit and he had to stop halfway so as not to hurt her, pulling back partway only to thrust back in. His motions were quick, passionate; plunging himself deep between her hot walls and inching himself further inside his petite wife until he managed to fill her to the brim.

Grozny moaned at that; a soft, whining sound that sent pleasant shudders running through him. Retaining a firm hold on her hips the Commander picked up speed, his saliva-coated cock plunging in-and-out of her nether lips and bumping on the gates of her womb, her innermost parts quivering as he pushed against them – not a difficult task, considering how small she was, his cock easily filling her with every thrust.

''Hah, haah...'' The Commander panted, lustfully running his eyes over Grozny's back – admiring from her smooth shoulder blades down to her cute peachy butt that he clapped, the slight jiggle of her rear only fuelling his lust. ''I'm starting to think you have a carrying kink or something.''

''Mn.'' Grozny just grunted; the cute sound melting into a moan when he bent his knees and hurried his thrusts. ''A-Ahh... maybe...''

''That's the spirit.'' He tried to tease, but the tightness to his voice betrayed how close he was getting – her prior blowjob having sapped him of some stamina.

The Commander resisted the enthralling urge for now though; groaning lustfully as he continued pumping himself into her tight wet tunnel, feeling her insides constrict and squeeze him with every breath she took. With his hands being the only thing holding her up he couldn't really feel about or grope but didn't need to; content with just plunging himself into her drooling tightness, managing to bottom out inside her and doing so with vigour.

Until the position suddenly grew boring; his lust craving change – and with a grunt he shifted his hands down to her thighs and lifted her legs, pulling Grozny back against his chest and raising her legs up. The Destroyer had only a few moments to register the change before he resumed dropping her onto his cock, sheathing himself all the way inside her tight pussy and fucking moans free from her lips; the sounds tumbling out in short, gasping cries, oscillating between a whimpering pitch and a shuddering moan.

''C-Commander...'' The blonde mewled under her breath, her hair tickling his nose as she pushed back against him – her hands fumbling up and pawing at his face for a moment before she managed to loop them around his neck. ''C-Close...''

''Same.'' He grunted, managing to tilt his head enough to kiss her cheek in the brief moment she was raised up – before he quite hurriedly dropped her back down onto his cock, the slippery flesh that clamped down on his girth quickly pushing him to his limit.

Heat travelled up the underside of his cock, accelerated every time he dropped her down – scraping her walls at just the right angle to make Grozny whimper with pleasure, her whole body squirming and seizing in his grip, her breathing halting in her throat – and then she mewled, screwing her eyes shut as she came. He felt her insides becoming incredibly tight, trapping his cock in her loving embrace-

-and with a throaty grunt the Commander unloaded inside her; thick ropes of heat released from his shaft and pumping straight into her womb. Grozny spasmed at the sensation, breathing ragged and short, a slew of mewls and moans tumbling freely from her parted lips as she felt his warmth fill her belly. He bucked his hips a few more times mid-orgasm, more out of reflex than intent, and the smothering squeeze of her insides coaxed out a little more seed from him.

Until with a tight sigh he lifted her up higher than before, allowing his cock to spring out of Grozny's pussy. The blonde in question moaned shakily, panting heavily and just staring into space for an extended period of time, not really focusing on anything around herself. After about a minute she blinked and tilted her head back up to look at him, her lips slowly curving up into a smile.

''Kiss.'' Was all she said.

And with a breathless chuckle the Commander turned her around and engaged his petite wife in a string of kisses, the two of them sharing a moment before resuming their washing-up.

X-x-X

Afternoon came, and after lunch most of the group went off to do their own things.

He spent some time washing dishes with Chapayev, played a board game with Murmansk and Pamiat Merkuria, and had a kiss with Belorussiya that ended up becoming spicy enough to earn a playful whistle from Chapayev before they separated. All in all not an unusual series of events, but a wholesome one nonetheless.

Eventually though he headed upstairs, leaving most of his other wives downstairs while he paid Gremyashchy a visit. Coming to a stop before her bedroom door he listened in before lightly knocking, having enough sense to know that she wouldn't be sleeping at this time of day.

''Come in.'' Gremyashchy's voice came through after a second.

Bending the handle the Commander meandered inside, sweeping his eyes over the neat interior. Perhaps befitting of Gremyashchy she'd had her room stocked with plenty of books, a stack easily fifteen high just off to the left and with another smaller pile beside it; devouring pages like the bookworm she was. She had a good view from the front of the house too; the paned windows tall and presenting a lovely view of the snowscape beyond.

And situated just in front of the window was a dark brown bean-bag which Gremyashchy was situated upon. Despite it being well into the afternoon she hadn't donned her usual uniform, opting instead for a thin white vest that clung to her petite figure with a pale green jacket thrown over it, fluffy in texture and a bit baggy; a matching-coloured hat also upon her head. A pair of puffy white bloomers hugged her hips, hugging her butt nicely with how she was sat on her side; her ensemble completed with a pair of striped pink-white socks.

''Commander.'' Gremyashchy greeted lightly, looking up from her book.

''Hey. Thought I'd check on you.'' He greeted lightly with a smile, shutting the door behind himself.

Gremyashchy gazed at him flatly. ''You're looking at my ass, aren't you?''

The Commander chuckled but made no move to deny it; watching as she shuffled so her butt wasn't so visible from his perspective. ''Can't help it. You've got a cute butt, y'know?''

Some warmth flooded Gremyashchy's cheeks but she didn't bother giving that a rebuttal; settling for a grumble instead. Knowing that was just her ever-present grumpiness rather than any real anger the Commander made his way over to his wife's side, easing himself down onto the section of the bean-bag not occupied, causing the whole thing so shift and hiss lightly as it moved. Again Gremyashchy shot him a look but after a moment she shuffled over and cuddled herself into his embrace, raising her book once more.

''Are we alone?'' Gremyashchy muttered to him.

''Of course.'' He whispered into her ear. ''The others are all busy.''

Flushing a little Gremyashchy hummed and closed her book – after putting a bookmark inside of it – and instead reached under her bean-bag. The Destroyer withdrew another, slightly thinner book with a black cover adorned with hearts, and one that he immediately recognised as one of her erotic books. Though she wasn't as into porn as some of his other wives, even she had her own desires; ones she liked to indulge in with a good book.

As Gremyashchy opened the erotic book and began reading from where she'd left off – which, judging by the speed she did so meant she was reading it right before he entered – the Commander shifted his left hand down her front, tickling her stomach briefly before nudging his hand into her bloomers. Gremyashchy bit her bottom lip but didn't stop him, her eyes glued to the words on the pages even as his fingers started stroking her smooth pussy lips, teasing a light shudder out of her.

''You know.'' The Commander murmured, leaning over to kiss her cheek. ''I feel like I've not paid enough attention to you lately. Let me fix that.''

He didn't give Gremyashchy the chance to respond – claiming her lips in a sudden, but not unwanted kiss. It made it harder to read but Gremyashchy reciprocated wholeheartedly, a little moan escaping the Destroyer when they broke it off. His lips went to her ear next, planting a string of chaste kisses along it before moving down to her neck, then her shoulder. Still moving his fingers he kept rubbing the petite girl off as he moved down the bean-bag, the slow hiss of the balls inside the cushion the only sound as he got between his wife's legs.

Removing his hand from her bloomers the Commander grasped them and pulled them down; sliding them up to her knees and then down off of her ankles before spreading her legs wide apart. She immediately tried to close her legs but a kiss to her knee made her hesitate, then demurely open her legs; revealing her delicate slit to him. Out of all of his wives Gremyashchy was arguably the most self-conscious about her body, something he sought to rectify.

''Just keep reading.'' The Commander whispered – right before he pushed his face between her legs and went down on her.

A cute gasp escaped Gremyashchy; the sound stifled down to a whisper but with a soft, whining undercurrent to it. The Commander relished the sound as he dragged his tongue along her slit, flicking the tip up to her clit before teasing back down again, moving his tongue with sensual strokes and curls. Gremyashchy did her best to act unbothered but it was a fight she was rapidly losing; her grip on the book ironclad and her breathing quickly becoming hitched as his worked his tongue.

Only emboldened by the noise the Commander ran his hands along her thighs, groping and palming her soft flesh and pushing her legs all the way apart, leaving his mouth to focus on her pussy. Licking along her slit, swirling about, wiggling side-to-side; he hungrily ate her out and soon spread her open with two fingers, his tongue dragging itself over her pink flesh with open lust. She squeaked, her grip on the book trembling, but whether out of interest in her book or a desire to keep this game going she continued to read like he wasn't currently going down on her.

''Ah... hah... myn... h-haah...'' Gremyashchy pursed her lips, screwed her eyes shut – and then with a groan just shoved her book off to the side and grabbed his head. ''Don't stop...!''

''As you wish, dear.'' The Commander hummed musically, making a point to look her in the eyes as he tongue-fucked her.

It only made things that much more arousing for Gremyashchy, judging by the blush that swiftly coloured her cheeks. She looked away but glanced back at him a split-second later, whimpers turning into moans as he paused to suck upon her quivering flesh before raking his tongue along it, lapping up her nectar and planting a kiss upon her clit. His fingers slid from her smooth lips and teased her entrance, rubbing and prodding, and when Gremyashchy least expected it he pushed two fingers into her tight pussy.

The Destroyer tensed; her insides clamping around his fingers as he pushed them in up to the knuckle and swiftly pulled them back, moving his digits back-and-forth in a rhythmic pattern. His tongue on the other hand played with her clit; repeatedly stroking over the nub until the motion drew stale before spicing it up with flicks and quick, circular strokes, teasing around the sensitive bundle of nerves before finally gratifying her with a little lick; his tongue occasionally going lower and licking around his fingers as he moved them.

All of which rapidly pushed Gremyashchy to her limit, her fast, light breathing rich in his ears – when she suddenly seized and threw her head back. ''Myn~!''

Pulling his face back the Commander sped up his digits; finger-fucking Gremyashchy to climax and making her squirt from the force of her climax. She didn't cry, she didn't scream; she bit her tongue and thrashed about in silent, orgasming bliss, her hips jerking up off of the bean-bag and her shoulders curling inwards. It took several seconds before she even remembered to breathe, flopping down against the fluffy bean-bag and gasping, her eyes wide yet unfocused, lost in her own bliss for a solid few moments.

And then it was over; his fingers pulled out and sending a fresh spasm rippling through her body, a moan slipping free seconds after. ''A-Ahh...''

The Commander smiled and shifted on top of his panting wife, making a point to suck his fingers clean – the act making her shudder. ''P-Pervert.''

''Says you, reading erotica.'' The Commander teased.

Gremyashchy glared at him but it was half-hearted at best, her half-lidded gaze only making it seem sexy rather than intimidating. ''Shut up...''

His chest rumbled with a chuckle in response, both hands shifting down to his waist and undoing his pants, easing them down to his knees alongside his boxers. His erection sprung free and brushed against her groin; sending a shiver running through her. No words were said to communicate; a simple glance all that was needed before Gremyashchy opened her legs fully and he got into position, the malleable bean-bag squishing under his left hand whilst his right guided himself up to her glistening folds, the tip rubbing against them.

And then he was inside her. Gremyashchy gripped onto his forearms and made a face, slightly uncomfortable as always, but the Commander felt nothing but pleasure – hissing as he sheathed himself inside her tight, narrow pussy. Though he wouldn't say which of his wives was the 'tightest', if only because it felt offensive to do so, Gremyashchy was definitely at the top of that metaphorical list. Her walls were reluctant to part ever after their foreplay, his cock inching only halfway inside before he pulled back and pushed back in, gradually loosening her up with every thrust.

''Mn... ah... haah...'' Gremyashchy panted heavily.

''You alright?'' The Commander managed to grunt out.

''Yeah. Just keep goin'.'' She grunted back.

He nodded, all too familiar with the fact it was uncomfortable for her at first – there was only so much foreplay that could make up for the fact he was easily on the bigger side and she was quite petite. Nonetheless the size difference didn't stop them from doing it, nor did it stop the Commander from leaning down and kissing his shorter wife; earning an aroused groan from Gremyashchy as she reciprocated wholeheartedly, her hands grasping onto his top as he buried himself deeper and deeper inside of her.

And soon he was balls-deep in her, the final inch of his cock just-barely managing to fit inside her. Gremyashchy groaned, simultaneously a bit strained yet loving how stuffed she felt; encouraging the Commander to pick up the pace a bit. She hissed again, the sound gentle against lips, but the fact she didn't tell him to slow down or stop encouraged him to keep going. His hands settled upon her knees and he pistoned himself between her tight walls firmly; the motion becoming easier as he got used to the position.

''Mn, Commander...'' Gremyashchy moaned against his lips.

The Commander shushed her lightly, kissing her forehead before running his hands down to her waist, using it as an excuse to hike her vest up. Her smooth stomach and near-flat chest presented itself; her breasts small but not quite flat; just a little bit there. He groped her nonetheless, his fingers sinking into her small and his thumb soon finding her nipple, rubbing the little nub abound. Sensitive as she was Gremyashchy mewled, the cute sound soon muted when she pulled him into another kiss, moaning into his mouth as he hilted inside her.

Beneath them the bean-bag hissed and shifted from their movements, the position growing somewhat awkward when it formed clumps here and there; but both of them were too lost in their lust to stop now, to pause to readjust. Thrusting his hips harder the Commander buried his length between her slick walls, knocking on the gates of her womb with every hurried thrust, battering it as if he was trying to penetrate her cervix. Though impossible the thought only hastened his thrusts, and unearthly lust filling him as he kept pounding her raw, their breaths intermixing between each kiss.

''Hah... so big...'' Gremyashchy muttered as she drew back from the kiss.

''Dirty talk from you, Gremy? I'm surprised.'' The Commander teased with faux-surprise.

The Destroyer shot him a flat look. ''Smartass.''

A kiss to her nose though made her deadpan expression turn into a rosy blush, earning a chuckle from him – one that melted into a groan when her walls tightened around his girth, reminding him of how good it felt to be inside her. And, more importantly, how close he was already getting. The thought prompted him to lean back, his thrusts momentarily slowing as he grabbed her by her sides-

-before he began to pound her. Holding nothing back, slamming his hips forth, he buried himself up to the hilt inside of Gremyashchy's tight pussy and fucked a shriek out of her – the sound short and ending with burning cheeks, but nonetheless the Commander kept moving, railing his petite wife raw. Her vaginal walls clamped ungodly tight around him but he didn't stop moving, pressure climbing his shaft as he sheathed himself entirely inside of her, his groin smacking against hers and her hands clawing through the fluffy bean-bag desperately for purchase, her gasps shortening and her eyes screwing shut.

''Gremy- mn!'' Until with harsh, husky grunt the Commander blew his load inside her – plentiful ropes of white wrung out by her tightening walls.

The sensation of his cum flooding her insides pushed Gremyashchy over the edge, mouth open in a silent, orgasmic cry as she came with him, her insides squeezing him dry for every last spurt of semen she could extract from him. He kept moving, bucking his hips in short quick thrusts that made a slew of squelching sounds until his stamina finally expired, leaving him balls-deep inside of the Destroyer's narrow pussy; her womb undoubtedly filled with his liquid warmth.

''Mn...'' Gremyashchy shuddered at the sensation. ''Shooting so much... pervert...''

''Says you.'' He breathed back even as he kissed her forehead.

Gremyashchy fixed that by pulling him down by the nape, making him kiss her full on the lips. He reciprocated easily, both of them just sharing a moment as they came down from their highs.

And then someone opened the door just enough to peek inside, prompting him to pull back and glance over his shoulder. A light smile twitched at his lips a moment later. ''You can come in, Tashkent.''

The purple-haired Destroyer did so demurely, a faint blush on her cheeks as she shut the door behind her – locking it. Much like Gremyashchy she'd abandoned her usual outfit in favour of looser clothing, namely a partially-undone white button-up shirt that fell to her thighs and left her collarbone exposed; nearly slipping off of one shoulder due to its size. Aside from the pink panties he could glimpse from through the fabric he suspected she wasn't wearing anything else. Then again, wearing a bra probably was just too much effort for her, given her small bust size.

Pulling out of Gremyashchy the Commander turned to face his other wife, beckoning her close with a finger. Tashkent mutedly did so, cheeks growing warmer as she gazed at his cock until her face was a distinct rosy hue, bringing a light smile to his face. Tashkent sunk to her knees before him and crawled the remaining distance, shedding her shirt as she went and revealing the pink panties she had on underneath, hugging her hips nicely.

Grabbing her small butt he pulled her the remaining distance, her hands landing upon his shoulders before engaging him in a deep, intimate kiss; both of them humming into it as they drew it out. Without needing to be offered Tashkent reached down and caressed his cock, her lithe fingers curling around it and stroking from tip to base, earning a moan from him. Gremyashchy on the other hand made herself busy by shuffling down and crawling underneath Tashkent, her face in his groin-

-and he hissed with pleasure as she took him into her mouth, sucking on half his cock right off the bat.

''Hah...'' Breaking off the kiss the Commander groped Tashkent's butt, easing her down next to her fellow wife. ''Mind giving me head? I'll pay you back later.''

Tashkent blushed, fully aware what kind of 'pay' he was implying, and so with a soft murmur of agreement the quiet Destroyer laid down on her front shoulder-to-shoulder with Gremyashchy. The brunette wasted no time in sucking back up to the tip, making room for Tashkent to lean in and start licking the head whilst Gremyashchy went further south, kissing and licking nearer the base of his shaft. Just feeling their tongues move in tandem, licking separate parts of his shaft whilst their warm breaths exhaled over it, felt downright heavenly.

And they were only getting started. Kissing the tip once more Tashkent wasted no more time taking the tip between her lips, staring up into his eyes as she sucked upon it – leaving Gremyashchy to grab him by the balls and squeeze them whilst she sucked on the base of his cock, lips pursed around the side of his cock. He hissed softly at the pleasure, the leftover fluids clinging to his cock licked up by the two horny Destroyers; their tongues leaving his cock sparkling-clean in moments.

''You two...'' He breathed, cupping Gremyashchy's cheek and lifting her up.

His brunette wife didn't protest, cheek hot against his hand as he guided her up until she was cheek-to-cheek with Tashkent – and as one they both attacked the head of his cock. Lips fought for dominance, capturing half of the head each; sucking, kissing, licking in ways that felt borderline electric on his nerves. He grunted but didn't dare take his eyes off of the action for even a moment, savouring the sight of the two Destroyers as they play-fought over his cock.

Neither won, not that either was trying to. Instead both shifted slightly more to the sides so they had room and slipped their tongues out, meeting each other's and starting to tongue-wrestle with his cock caught between them. The arousing sight sent shudders travelling through him, heightened further when Tashkent reached down and stroked his shaft a little as they near-kissed; pumping pleasure up along his swollen cock.

However as lovely as it felt he didn't want to cum so soon, as tempting as it was to splatter his load on their faces. Instead he gently nudged Gremyashchy back and snaked his arm around her shoulder, pulling her in close enough that he could whisper right into her ear – making her blush scarlet. Tashkent noticed the oddity and pulled back from his cock as well, wiping her chin dry with one hand as she sat up on her knees, her small breasts and petite figure bare to him.

''Ugh... the things I do...'' Gremyashchy grumbled but he could tell she was more embarrassed than truly annoyed, her face retaining its red hue as she shuffled over to Tashkent.

And then without giving the purple-haired Destroyer any warning she leaned in and bit the front of Tashkent's pink panties, pulling them down. Tashkent blushed as her pussy was bared to them both, her lips smooth and slightly puffy, tempting the Commander to reach out with one hand and drag a finger along her slit. Tashkent groaned softly, waiting until Gremyashchy had pulled her panties down to her knees before squirming out of them and climbing onto the bean-bag; straddling his lap in a familiar, yet no less enticing position.

Encouraging her the Commander leaned back into the comfortable seat and guided Tashkent's hips into position, his cock erect and swollen under her and soon rubbing against her nether lips. The bulbous head rubbed along her slit several times, aided by her rocking hips – until at last Tashkent eased herself down. Her lips parted for his intruding shaft and the Commander hissed with pleasure as her searing walls embraced his dick; his firm hold on her hips gradually easing her down until just over two-thirds was comfortably buried inside her pussy.

''Mn.'' Enduring the discomfort much better than Gremyashchy did Tashkent soon leaned down, kissing him on the lips. ''It's been a while since we did it, Comrade.''

''Indeed it has.'' He kissed back with a light quirk to his lips. ''Show me what your hips can do, 'comrade'.''

Tashkent rolled her eyes but fond amusement curled her lips up, her hands coming to rest upon his chest – and with a moan she started to ride him. Her walls clung to him tightly, almost possessively, but that did little to stop his cock from gradually sliding out; the problem solved when the Destroyer sunk herself back down with a cute mewl. Again she rose and again she fell, moving slowly at first as she adjusted to the fullness within her, and when she did she picked up speed.

The Commander bit his bottom lip, briefly containing his hisses of pleasure, but when Tashkent caressed his cheek and lured him into another kiss he had no compunctions with letting them out; the lower tones rising into sharper groans as she tightened around his dick, his entire length fitting inside her snug pussy. He didn't thrust up quite yet, content to let his petite wife do the moving for the time being, but that didn't mean he was idle.

As their lips connected and mashed together in an endless stream of kisses his hands climbed up her ribs, tracing her petite figure aimlessly. Her small breasts found themselves groped by his palms, her perky nipples rubbed about before his hands went higher, tracing her slender shoulders and rounded cheeks, luring her deeper into their current kiss. When they broke it off his hands dropped down her back, briefly tracing her spine and hips before settling on her small but peachy ass; gripping it firmly as he started to move too.

''Ah, ah, a-ah~'' Tashkent screwed her eyes shut, slowing her hips as she let him take over – his cock thrusting up into her tight embrace. ''Faster, Comrade.''

Rather than reply with words the Commander leaned up slightly, drawing Tashkent into a passionate kiss; one that the Destroyer gladly reciprocated. Mashing lips did little to muffle the moans that spilled from her lips though, his cock rhythmically plunging up into her – the angle just right to scrap against her sweet spots and leave Tashkent twitching and moaning from the pleasure, her eyes screwing tightly shut with every thrust.

Shifting his hands up to her sides, his index fingers just-barely brushing her ribs, the Commander grew rougher as he succumbed to his lust – a light growl escaping him as he ploughed his wife, the raw slapping of skin sounding so loud in the quiet cabin. Tashkent was never the most vocal of his wives but as he moved, stuffing her snug pussy to the brim, gasps and mewls tumbled freely from her lips alongside the occasional mutter or curse in her native tongue; many of which were muffled by their frequent kisses.

''Hah, I love it...'' Tashkent whispered between one moan and the next, her hot wet walls pressing down on his dick. ''I want it inside.''

''Yeah. Murmansk told me you like it when I cum inside.'' The Commander breathlessly teased.

Tashkent's cheeks flushed but she didn't argue that. Conversation was made much harder though as both of them neared their end; a strained moan tumbling from Tashkent's lips as she arched her back, sitting more upright upon his cock solely so she could slam herself down onto it, his pulsating length filling her to the brim each time. The seizing warmth that surrounded his cock felt too enticing for him to resist and so he didn't, a rush of heat filling his cock and his groin practically going numb as pleasure shot up it.

And then with a tight grunt he yanked her down, hilted inside her – and exploded against her cervix. Tashkent spasmed and nearly flopped forwards before another jerk made her arch backwards, lips ajar but no sound escaping as she orgasmed from the sudden creampie, her walls squeezing him ungodly tight and milking him for his seed. The pleasure came in ever-increasing waves, clarity returning even as his pleasure was pushed to greater heights-

-only for it to come to a blissful halt as his orgasm passed; a moan tumbling out of the Commander as he eased himself back against the bean-bag. Tashkent herself whimpered, still shuddering as the aftershocks of her own orgasm wracked through her body, one hand resting on his stomach as she tentatively rocked her hips. The subtle movement alone was enough to make her bite her bottom lip, pleasure written across her flushed cheeks and pursed lips, but with some effort she managed to raise herself up and off of his cock; some of his semen already starting to leak out of her.

''Hah... khorosho...'' Tashkent breathed, her lips curling up into a warm, loving smile directed solely at him.

The Commander returned the smile and gave her a quick peck on the lips – before flipping their positions around. Tashkent yelped in surprise as she suddenly found herself laying down on the bean-bag; understanding dawning on her face when he glanced over at Gremyashchy... who was hurriedly pulling her fingers out of her pussy, pretending as though she hadn't been fingering herself to the sight of them going at it. With a kind smile the Commander offered her a hand and guided her over on top of Tashkent, the two Destroyers blushing as one another.

And then Gremyashchy moaned in surprise as the Commander pushed into her pussy from behind; parting her sticky walls and hilting inside her in a single smooth motion. Without wasting any time he grabbed her hips and started to thrust; pulling only partway out before slamming back inside her, fucking a moan from her lips. Gremyashchy gripped onto the bean-bag tightly, her knees sinking into the malleable material as she tried to maintain the position.

Tashkent saw an opportunity and took it, cupping Gremyashchy's cheeks – before pulling her fellow wife into a kiss. Gremyashchy froze in shock for a solid second, snapped out of it when his cock plunged back into her narrow pussy, melting her mind and tempting her to kiss Tashkent back, their pinkish lips mashing together with a fervour born from lust. Though a bit of lust between his wives wasn't new, it was for Gremyashchy; the brunette kissing another girl for the first time and doing so with a bit of hesitation, leaving Tashkent to be the more dominant kisser.

That changed though as the Commander pulled out, leaving Gremyashchy's pussy suddenly empty – and then speared himself back into Tashkent's snug embrace. ''Haah... which one of us will cum first, I wonder?''

Tashkent moaned and broke off the kiss with Gremyashchy, panting. ''You.''

''You.'' Gremyashchy breathlessly agreed, reaching under herself and rubbing her slit to keep herself in the mood.

''We'll see about that.'' The Commander smiled tightly; the expression a bit strained as he focused on pumping into Tashkent.

And the purple-haired girl felt it. Pursing her lips Tashkent managed to hold back her moans for all of a few seconds before they spilled out; cute, whimpering tones filling the bedroom as he stirred up her quivering insides, every tensing of muscle making her insides clench lovingly around his cock. With a grunt the Commander kept moving, sliding himself in-and-out of her slippery embrace, some of the cum he'd spurted inside of her starting to drool out around his thrusting cock.

So he pulled out, giving Gremyashchy no warning before he plunged back into her sex. Her fingers were busy toying with her clit so the thrust was all the more intense for her, but in a burst of lust she reached further down to where his shaft was, pressing down on it lightly as he slid in all the way, his balls bumping against her slim fingertips. He pulled back barely a second later and began to pound her thoroughly-fucked pussy with vigour but Gremyashchy kept her fingers where they were, moaning ceaselessly as she felt his cock piston into her sensitive sex.

And then he took his dick out, swapping over to Gremyashchy. Over and over again he moved between his two wives, pounding one pussy only to switch over when they least expected it; keeping to no rhythm or pattern to keep them on their toes. They entertained themselves as well as they waited for their turns, teasing their clits or making out with one another while they waited; both quickly getting into the whole 'casual yuri' deal.

Until soon one of them gave way under the pleasure – that being Gremyashchy.

''M-Mm~!''

He pulled out just before her walls could trap his cock inside her and force him to cum, shuddering at how intensely his cock ached – the need for release held back solely by his competitive streak. Wasting no time he pushed himself into Tashkent and pounded his petite wife like she was the last woman on Earth, every impact loud and echoing; and a spasm shocked up Tashkent's spine as her own orgasm hit. Her walls clamped around his cock too, threatening to make him cum, but he pulled out at the last second.

''H-Haah...'' His cock throbbed; pre-cum glistening across the tip of his dick as his orgasm hung so near, tempting him to slowly stroke himself off lest he come down from his imminent orgasm. ''Both of you on your backs.''

Still coming down from their orgasmic highs both Destroyers took a second to comply, moaning as they both shifted onto their backs, their knees apart but heels together, forming a diamond shape between their legs almost. His hand moved faster along his cock, glancing between Gremyashchy on the left and Tashkent on the right, their pussies glistening with their honey and their small chests heaving with every quick breath. Pressure forced itself up his cock but he didn't stop looking at his wives, soaking in every inch of flesh exposed, tracing their folds and burning the image into his memory, admiring their cute, blushing faces-

-and then with a harsh groan he came. Thick ropes of white shot out and splattered across Tashkent's bare stomach, arching up from her right hip and falling just short of her breasts, one spurt off-centre and hitting her groin. His hand hurriedly slid along his cock and he turned his hips just enough to aim at Gremyashchy, spurting his load onto her stomach as well, the shots shorter but more plentiful as they ended up on her stomach and formed a small pool of opaque white in her belly button, the sensation making her shiver.

''Hah...'' Finally his hand slowed as his orgasmed ended. ''Damn, that's hot.''

''It feels like it.'' Tashkent said, frowning adorably as she dragged an index finger through the cum on her stomach. ''...I like it better in me though.''

The Commander just chuckled, soon ushering his wives with him into the shower to clean up.

And inevitably bending both over the edge of the bath for a fourth and final round.

[END]