A/N: Considering it's now nearing winter, thought it fitting to upload this Minsk fic, which emanates wintery vibes~
Do enjoy~
Staving Off The Cold
The Commander had visited the Northern Parliament several times, albeit on business each time, admittedly.
That didn't mean he didn't enjoy his visits nor that he wasn't warmly welcomed. The girls of the Northern Parliament made sure he was as comfy as one could expect given the circumstances, but it wasn't until many months later that he was invited back with a non-business intent in mind – namely a stay in one of their inland cities, away from the risk of a Siren attack and allowing both him and some of his subordinates to relax.
That was how the Commander found himself trudging through the thick snow of the Northern Parliament, the ground gradually ascending up in a slight but tall hill – taking him up towards where the lodge was. Behind him the brightly-lit snowy town formed a beautiful visage, his head turning frequently just to admire the gorgeous sight, though he was mindful not to lag behind his companions too much. Snow was still falling; the last thing he wanted was for it to get heavier and blind him to their location. His white uniform, no matter how heat-containing it might be, would unintentionally make him blend in with the snow and make finding him harder.
With that in mind he trudged after his allies. Rossiya led the group, Kirov by her side and making conversation with Murmansk, whilst Grozny and Pamiat Merkuria were making idle chatter just behind them. Minsk hung closest back to him, her back facing the Commander... and as the Destroyer climbed the hill a gust of wind blew by, sending her short skirt fluttering.
And thanks to the fact he was behind her he got a good look at her ass, clad in a pair of cute pink panties.
As if sensing his gaze Minsk suddenly looked back at him, cheeks dusting pink but a slight grin crossing her face, mischief rich in her eyes. The Commander blushed and shook his head, silently asking her not to say anything, and mercifully Minsk obeyed – but the playful look she shot him told she'd be getting some payback later for that peek. She might not be the type of girl to care about someone getting a little up-skirt view, she'd undoubtedly tease him over it all the same.
Banishing the thought with a shake of his head the Commander hurried after her, walking just a step behind Minsk now. Thankfully the ground underneath them gradually flattened it out, forming a plateau against the mountaintop with an old wooden fence surrounding it – the flat piece of hill jutting out somewhat, providing a jaw-dropping view of the snowy landscape; mostly flat aside form some small hills and ridge-lines. In the distance he could see a small pack of wolves running and an owl not far from them, perched up on a tree, but other than them the vast landscape was nigh-motionless. There was a beauty in that.
A cosy cabin was present on the hill as well, the doors pushed open by Rossiya as the grey-haired woman led Murmansk and Kirov inside. The Commander made to follow her inside... had Minsk not suddenly wrapped an arm around his and stopped him, flashing him a grin.
''Hey, Rossiya!'' Minsk called out, making the taller woman stop. ''I'm gonna give the Commander a little tour about the place. Is that fine?''
''Hm.'' Rossiya looked between the two. If she noticed that the Commander was blushing a faint pink, she didn't comment on it. ''Alright then. Be back soon though; we wouldn't want you to get caught out in a blizzard.''
''Got it~'' With a chipper salute Minsk tugged on his arm, pulling him away from the warm-looking cabin.
Restraining a sigh the Commander fell in lockstep with Minsk, surrendering to her whims and earning a cheeky smile from the Destroyer herself. She stood not that much shorter than himself even without her hat, skipping each step with her long legs to match his longer strides. Despite her somewhat revealing attire she didn't seem to mind the cold, perhaps due to her nature as a Ship-Girl, he mused. Hot or cold, they endured it a lot easier than humans did.
'Lucky them.' He thought to himself dryly.
Minsk led him off to the right, the two of them curving around the mountaintop and along a cliffside road – wide enough to fit two cars on it, but still with a precarious drop beyond. He didn't complain when Minsk subtly nudged him towards the mountainside part, keeping some distance between him and the cliff.
Only when they were out of earshot from the cabin did Minsk speak. ''So, guess you liked the view~?''
The Commander flushed. ''I didn't mean to look.''
''But you still did~'' Minsk teased, bending forwards slightly as she walked. He couldn't help but notice how much it emphasised her rather plump bust.
Her grin told him she was hoping he'd look. ''...minx.''
''Heh. I'll take that as a compliment.'' Minsk cheekily retorted, straightening up. ''I ain't mad if that's what you're thinking. If you were some regular guy, I might whack ya, but since it's you I'll give you a pass. Heck...''
Grinning wider Minsk hopped ahead two steps, bent forwards, then flipped the back of her skirt up – showing him her rear hugged by pink panties.
''...I'll even give ya a show~'' Minsk cooed playfully.
The Commander blushed; face so hot it melted any snow that fell upon it. Minsk outright laughed at that, the sound surprisingly sweet on the ears as it echoed, further fuelling his blush. Mercifully she didn't tease him further, and even when she finished laughing she was so busy collecting herself she couldn't muster another word without snickering slightly, one look at his warm cheeks nearly enough to make her burst out giggling again.
As they walked though the Commander couldn't help but notice how the snow fell upon them more. At first he overlooked it simply as the wind, especially since Minsk didn't say anything, but as the cold nipped at his skin and the winds grew heavier he couldn't help but be concerned. Minsk noticed the change in weather as well and straightened up, the humour in her visage waning then disappearing altogether, a bit of worry coming to her face.
''Uh oh.'' She sounded out, looking behind them. ''We should probably head back.''
The Commander uttered an agreement and quickly followed Minsk as she turned, her left hand darting out and grabbing onto his wrist, pulling him and making sure they wouldn't be separated. The snow though rained heavier far faster than even Minsk anticipated, the snowy pathway ahead of them becoming misty rather quickly, then becoming entirely invisible past a few metres; a distinct howl ringing in his ears as the snowfall turned into a snowstorm in less than a minute.
Even through his thick uniform the cold nipped at him, a shudder travelling through the Commander, his eyes shutting – until a shout of alarm from Minsk made them snap back open. He stopped walking just in time as a rush of snow and rock tumbled down from the mountain to their left, rolling over the pathway ahead of them in an impassable tide. Not far behind them he could hear what sounded almost like an avalanche, such was the intensity of the tumbling rock; their only mercy being it wasn't travelling down the pathway and instead just tumbling off the cliff.
However it was clearly too dangerous to stand out there and just wait for the storm to pass, even putting the cold aside.
Something Minsk seemed to agree with. ''Come on, follow me!''
Turning back around once more Minsk pulled him along the route they'd originally walked, heading towards the sound of the avalanche. The snow was piling up around his ankles and the Commander found it harder to move, his fatigue starting to set in after walking from the train and climbing the mountain. Minsk noticed, glancing worriedly back at him, but with a stalwart conviction kept a firm hold on his wrist and pulled him along the pathway – until suddenly taking a right.
It wasn't until he followed her that he realised why; there was a gap in the mountain, a gash almost. Inside was a cove too small to be called a cave, roughly a dome in shape and no bigger than his office back at the base. It did however shield them from the howling winds; taking an edge off of the cold. Not enough to warm them, but at least it was more tolerable.
''Haah... we should stay here until the blizzard passes.'' Minsk said, guiding him over to the wall farthest from the opening and setting him down, apologetic. ''Sorry about this Commander. Probably shouldn't have pulled you away like that just to mess with you.''
''It's fine.'' He apologised – and he meant it. She couldn't have predicted the weather would change so rapidly. ''Besides... I got to see your underwear again, so that's a plus, right?''
His attempt at a joke worked, bringing a rueful grin to Minsk's lips. ''Heh, guess you're right on that one.''
The Destroyer sat down next to him, bringing her knees to her chest and humming, waiting for the storm to pass. They lapsed into silence, neither really needing to talk to break it and just listening to the howling winds outside. Every so often though a sliver of the wind would sneak into the cave, dropping the temperature that little bit further. The fact that the cave was entirely made out of stone, only a handful of stalagmites hanging from the ceiling, meant that the cold didn't really have anywhere to go.
As minutes ticked by the Commander gradually began to shiver and shudder, the cold getting to him. Minsk glanced at him several times, never commenting on it, but after the third time he shifted uncomfortably she leaned forwards and shrugged her jacket off – looping it around his shoulders. He didn't protest it, nor when the Destroyer shifted close up to his side, sharing some body heat with him. Not that it seemed to do much good against the frigid cold around them.
''How you holdin' up?'' Minsk finally broke the silence, clearly trying to play it off coolly but unable to hide her concern.
''Alright.'' He clearly was not.
Humming at that they sat in silence for another few seconds, before with a sigh Minsk sat up. Without her jacket on he realised she was only wearing a black tube top and a white shrug top, both of which didn't do much to stave off the cold. His attention however glued itself to Minsk herself as the Destroyer climbed onto his lap, snaking her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him... incidentally making her boobs squish up against his collarbone.
The Commander blushed. ''M-Minsk?''
''Just sharing body heat, Commander~'' Minsk sang teasingly, though the way she pushed her crotch against his felt a little over the top.
It did, however, warm him up in a certain sense – blood rushing south and getting him erect, hastened when he felt her crotch rub against his growing tent. Minsk undoubtedly felt it, her lips twitching out into a familiar cheeky smile, but she didn't comment on it. Not yet, anyway. Instead the Destroyer kept slowly rocking her hips, rubbing herself against his clothed cock until he was painfully erect, neither of them breaking eye-contract throughout it.
''I can help warm you up another way.'' Minsk then said, her voice softer. ''I ain't gonna assume, but I'm willing to bet you won't mind if a cute girl like me gives you head, right?''
The casual tone she used combined with the lewd implications left him shuddering with lust. ''I suppose... if it's for warming up.''
''Oh. Yeah. Totally.'' Minsk wiggled her brows. ''I'm doing this just to warm you up, and not because I wanted to sleep with you.''
''Seriously?''
''What? You're cute, fun to tease...'' Minsk shrugged, honest even as she unbuckled his belt. ''I mean, I didn't exactly plan to do this in a cold empty cave. Personally I was hoping you and I could have one of the rooms to ourselves. I'd have lured you in, flashed you a little and maybe given you a little strip-tease to get your interest, then after a little fun we'd be on the bed keeping the others awake for hours.''
She grinned. ''I can be pretty loud, y'know~?''
The Commander's cheeks burned. ''Should you really be so upfront about this?''
''What's the harm?'' She teased. ''What, am I not cute enough for you~?''
''No, that's not it...''
Minsk snickered. ''Or is it because you're embarrassed a girl's literally sat on your lap wanting to get boned by you?''
The Commander's cheeks managed to get even warmer. ''...I'll admit, it's not often someone's as bold as you.''
''Heh. I'll take that as a compliment.''
Conversation briefly stalled as Minsk finally got his belt unbuckled, his zipper coming down a mere moment later and allowing Minsk to slip her hand inside his boxers and tug his cock out into the open. Her palm felt a little warm compared to the frigid air around them, sending a shudder through the Commander – a groan soon forced up his throat as the Destroyer started stroking his length, giving him a hand-job.
Smiling Minsk leaned in, her left hand settling on his shoulder and her face coming dangerously close, her lips brushing against his questioningly. He hesitated for a second, unsure... but as her thumb slid over the head of his cock he threw caution to the wind and leaned in, kissing her. Minsk smiled into the kiss and shifted her hand to his nape, humming into the kiss as she reciprocated. He could vaguely taste liquorish on her lips, endearing him more to them, the kiss dragged out until the need to breathe forced them apart with a soft exhale.
Adjusting her position slightly Minsk then pressed her crotch against his cock; grinding her panty-clad pussy against it. The friction was slight but ever so erotic when she was also giving him a hand-job, this time coaxing a moan up and out of his throat. Humming Minsk shifted her hand up to the head of his cock, stroking and almost groping it as she kept getting him off.
''Mm... heh, you're not a bad kisser, Commander~'' Minsk breathily teased him.
''Thanks.'' He murmured back, daring to slid one hand under her skirt and grope her rear. ''You're not so bad yourself.''
''Aw, charmer~'' Minsk wiggled her brows playfully.
A light chuckle escaped the Commander; one that became muffled when Minsk darted back in and kissed him. He reciprocated with more heat than he did before, their lips roughly pushing together and her hand sliding along his cock quicker. Moments later they broke off the kiss but rather than kiss again Minsk instead leaned down, spitting down onto his cock and rubbing her saliva into his shaft, getting it wet. Not ideal in the cold, but it worked as a crude enough lube and let her hand stroke him off easier.
She did so only for a little longer, giving him two quick kisses before shifting back, laid on her front and with her head in his crotch. Minsk didn't miss a beat and shamelessly kissed the head of his cock, her lips parting around it and sliding down the bulbous tip, grazing the crown and pursing a third of the way down his shaft before promptly sucking back up to the tip, staring up at him as she then promptly plunged back down again. The Commander couldn't hope to stifle his moan of delight, pleasure throbbing up his cock as she worked her mouth, her head of grey hair bobbing into his crotch repeatedly.
''Ohh... fuck, Minsk, you're good...'' The Commander breathed out, petting her head.
A muffled hum came back in reply, her hands settling on his thighs as she took him down deeper. Gritting his teeth the Commander focused on every little sensation, from the wet warmth of her mouth to the exhaled breaths that rolled over the head of his cock, to the bottom lip that grazed the underside of his shaft as she sucked back up his length. Her tongue pressed itself flush against his shaft as she sucked, occasionally lashing at the tip before she took him in deeper, the constant back-forth motions giving him no time to adjust to the pleasurable assault.
The wet grunts and hums she made as well just made it all the more lewd, pleasure creeping up his cock as her lips glided along it. Groaning through pursed lips the Commander lolled his head back, eyes sweeping the cave's interior almost idly, but inevitably his gaze fell back onto the Northern Parliament woman as she kept bobbing her head. He nudged her hat off her head and settled his hand in its place, pushing her down his cock – shuddering powerfully as he went partway down her throat.
''Fuck.'' He swore, gripping her head. ''Faster.''
Humming in acknowledgement Minsk obliged, her wet lips slurping up his swollen shaft before she swiftly plunged back down again, throating him. He could feel her tongue press itself flush against the underside of his cock, teasing out more moans from his throat and withering away any thought that didn't include her – his gaze soon glueing itself to Minsk as she kept slurping his shaft. She noticed; tilting her head slightly so he had a better view of the act and wiggling her brows playfully up at him. Up until he shoved her all the way down his shaft, hitting the back of her throat.
Wet grunts answered him, her lips pursing snugly at the base and dragging all the way up his shaft, passing over veins whilst her tongue held itself flush against the pulsing underside, coaxing heat up his shaft – and the moment she reached the crown of his cock she pushed herself back down again, her slurp wet-sounding and leaving some spit on her chin. Excess saliva dribbled down to his balls, the sensation only fuelling the heat mounting up his cock, made all the more intense by how hot her mouth felt compared to the cold cave.
Until soon the Commander couldn't hold on any longer. ''M-Minsk!''
His shout of pleasure echoed off of the walls right before he shoved her down his shaft and busted his load in her mouth. The Destroyer grunted in surprise but didn't resist, her tongue held flush against his shaft and helping coax out thick spurt after thick spurt of semen – his load painting her tongue white or going straight down her throat. Slow, punctuating gulps guided his semen down her throat as well, her eyes screwed shut as she swallowed it all without a single drop leaking out.
Then with a hum she leaned back, sliding her lips up his cock – and popped them off with a heavy exhale. For a long second Minsk stayed there just panting before coherency returned to her and she wiped her mouth dry, grinning and glancing up at him. The Commander blushed and looked aside, but Minsk cupped his cheek and made her look at him again. For a moment, just so she could see his flustered expression.
Then so he could see her lift her skirt, revealing her pink panties and then tugging them to one side – exposing her pussy. ''Wanna stick it inside me~?''
The lustful look he shot her way made his opinion very clear, earning a cheeky snicker from the Destroyer before she straddled his lap, one hand on his shoulder whilst her other guided his cock to her sex. The bulbous head slid along her puffy lips, teasing a coo out of Minsk as he nearly slipped in once, twice, thrice – and then on the fourth go Minsk lowered herself down.
Instantly slick, unadulterated warmth clamped down on his cock, so raw and intense the Commander moaned on reflex alone. He could feel her inner walls part for his cock, his shaft slowly but gradually sinking into her sticky heat until he was all the way inside her, his pelvis flush against hers and his dick twitching deep inside her. After a few moments of adjusting Minsk laid her other hand on his shoulder and started to ride him, exhaling a soft breath as she rose up to the tip and then pushed herself straight back down, taking him in all the way.
''Mn... ah... pretty big~'' Minsk still had the energy to tease, a teasing grin on her lips.
Rather than respond the Commander cupped her cheek and pulled her in, their lips meeting in a rough, lustful kiss. They dragged it out as she kept slowly riding him, his other hand going under her dress and groping her ass, committing her slight curves to memory. He worked his hand down her thigh, groping it as he went before sliding it back up again, pulling back from the kiss at the same time to gaze at her. Or more accurately her chest.
Minsk knew where he was looking and just grinned, grasping the hem – before with a quick tug she pulled her tube top up and over her breasts. They jiggled free, medium-sized but surprisingly plump, enticing both of his hands to grope them immediately. His palms were chilly and made Minsk gasp but he sealed the sound away with a kiss, both of them moaning into it and she clenched around his cock, the tight squeeze wringing out more lustful sounds from his throat.
Still fondling her chest the Commander started bucking his hips up, the movement stiff and stilted but still jamming his cock into her tight hole all the same. Minsk wasn't idle though and kept rolling her hips, moans tumbling off of her tongue as she spiced the movements up, sometimes rotating her hips about or moving them in shorter, faster rolls, smacking her flesh against his in quick, uneven motions, his cock stirring up her slippery sex all the same.
''Mmph, ah, C-Commander...'' Breaking off the kiss Minsk drew in a single quick breath before diving back in, her mouth on his and her arms wrapping around his. ''Mmph~!''
Groaning back he moved both hands down to her ass, holding it as he bucked his own hips up, sheathing his pulsating shaft between her glistening pussy lips. She tightened around him, walls hot and wet with want, but that did little to slow his pounding thrusts. The encroaching heat that climbed his cock only hastened his movements, air becoming sparse as he railed the Destroyer, their bodies so close and nearly flush together as they shared the heat radiating off of them.
Even as his inevitable climax rushed closer, winding his muscles up and purging his mind of all rational thought the Commander kept moving his hips; losing himself in Minsk. He broke off the kiss and pushed his face into her neck, inhaling her scent and pawing at her body, touching with feverish vigour and burning her figure into his mind. Her sex tightened around him, lips grazing his cock as he entered her, her cries of pleasure ringing in his ear-
''A-Ah!''
-when Minsk let out a sharp, stuttered cry into his ear, and he blew his load. Ropes of cum flooded her depths; spurt after spurt of thick white cream painting her insides and flooding her womb. Her insides clenched down on him and squeezed him dry for even more, throbs of pleasure carrying his load up his cock before he unloaded it into her, her tight spasms only coaxing out even more semen from his shaft.
Until practically as one they relaxed, exhaling a mutual breath and relaxing. Their heavy breathing was audible in the quiet, the howl of the wind ignored in favour of each other, eyes locked and puffs of breath visible between them. After a long moment Minsk grinned and let out a laugh, sweet and exhilarated, eliciting a softer chuckle from the Commander himself – the fact they just did it only then seeming to register to them; the haze of lust fading, if only momentarily.
''Heh, that was fun.'' Minsk breathed, resting her forehead against his. ''But your little bud down there ain't settling down. Wanna do it again?''
''Definitely.'' The Commander replied back, grabbing her ass and lifting her up a little.
Taking the hint Minsk lifted herself off of his cock, shifting down onto the rocky floor next to him and laying on her back. The Commander was on top of her in a moment, both of them keeping their bodies close to preserve warmth, his cock slapping against her leaking folds and earning a soft coo from Minsk – the Destroyer shivering when he deliberately rubbed the head along her slit, not penetrating her but tempting her with the prospect.
However he was downright horny and he could see so was she, tempting him to skip the teasing foreplay and line himself up with her entrance, the tip parting her lower lips – and with a mutual moan he pushed back inside her. The cum inside her made her feel sloppy, the lewd sensation only encouraging him to hilt inside of her on the very first thrust, relishing how her walls tightened like a vice around his pulsing shaft.
''Mn...'' Planting his hands on either side of Minsk the Commander started to thrust right off the bat, puffing out tight, laboured breaths. ''You're so tight...''
''Thanks.'' Amusement twinkled in her eyes. ''Now you gonna kiss me or what?''
The Commander decided to reply by leaning down and reclaiming her pinkish lips, both of them groaning into the lip-lock. After a mere few thrusts the Commander got used to the motions and picked up speed, his cock plunging deep inside Minsk before he invariably pulled back for the next one, intimately feeling her walls cling to his cock each time. His pelvis impacted hers with force as he plunged into her, the fleshy impacts echoing off of the cave walls and making him shiver with excitement.
Breaking off the kiss for air the Commander buried his face into her hair instead, planting a quick kiss on her forehead before settling his head next to hers, focusing on pumping into her vice. She tightened around him, her walls slippery yet ever so tight, conforming to the shape of his shaft as he filled her pussy to the brim. Mewling Minsk paid him back by wrapping her long legs around his waist, pulling him deep into her, their stomachs practically flush together as they moved.
''Mm... mmyah...'' Minsk mewled into his ear. ''M-Makes me wonder how many other g-girls you've – ah~ – done this... w-with~''
The Commander grunted, slipping one arm under her upper-back as he kept pumping into her, their flesh smacking loudly together. ''You're my first.''
''H-Heh, that so?'' She ran one hand around to his nape, pulling him down into a quick kiss. ''Then don't stop movin' till you blow~''
The teasing suggestion reinvigorated the Commander, a growl bubbling up from the back of his throat as he slammed into her – scraping her wet walls with his shaft. Minsk cried out, the sound muted by a sudden rough kiss and melting her with it, their mouth hungrily mashing together even as he banged her into the cold stone floor. Excess cum oozed out around his shaft as he pistoned into her, stirring her insides up and making room for the next creampie he was undoubtedly going to give her, the urge to bust between her walls ever so tempting.
Minsk wholeheartedly encouraged it. Running her hands up his front and over his cheeks she lured him into one kiss after another, their lips in constant contact even as he plunged his swollen length deep inside her – the repeated smacks of flesh echoing off of the walls. He could feel her cum-covered walls tighten around his shaft, squeezing down on certain parts of his cock that just felt divine, the waves of pleasure that it sent through him downright melting his mind.
And also awakening something more primal in him. With vigour he railed her, pulling back from the kiss long enough to draw a breath before immediately reconnecting their lips, the constant motion of mashing lips enticing them to get creative with it – tilting their heads, parting their lips a little or puffing them out, they spiced up every smooch as best they could with him ramming into her sopping sex. Moans constantly interspersed every breath, every kiss, growing in volume with no reason to be quiet and leaving their voices banging off the walls of the cave just as much as they banged each other.
''Mn, Minsk, can't hold on.'' The Commander managed to get out between grunts; his cock throbbing against her smothering walls.
''M-Me neither~'' The Destroyer moaned back, wrapping her legs around his waist. ''Q-Quick! B-Bust in m- mmph~!''
His lips mashed against hers, devouring her moan – and with a sharp grunt the Commander slammed into her sopping wet pussy, busting his load deep inside her. Minsk let out a muffled squeal of pure pleasure, her back lifting off of the cold stone floor as she orgasmed from the thrust alone – her clenching walls helping squeeze out rope after rope of semen. It splattered across her inner walls or poured themselves into her womb, utterly stuffing her womanhood.
Several times he got a second wind and kept thrusting, ploughing her sloppy sex and spurting a little more inside, but after the third go his stamina finally ran dry and he just buried himself up to the hilt in her pussy, gradually going soft inside her as he came down from his orgasmic high. Minsk loosened her hold on him but neither were in a rush to separate, content to just stay flush together, their bodies close.
That was until Minsk noticed the howling wind had slowed. Curious she nudged the Commander back and got him to pull out, allowing the Destroyer to hobble to her feet – and to Minsk's surprise the snowstorm was slowly receding. ''Huh, talk about good luck. Not sure how long it'll stay clear for though, so we gotta double-time it back to the cabin!''
The Commander groaned, weak in the knees after fucking her, but without further protest he got up – both of them hurriedly re-dressing and exiting the cave.
The snowstorm had done some damage to the surrounding environment; the path further up the mountain washed away by snow and debris, many trees had fallen over or were sent down the mountainside entirely, but on the whole it wasn't as bad as it could've been. Destructive, but short-lived.
With that in mind Minsk took the lead; guiding the Commander back down the path towards the cabin.
Though not before peeking back at him, one fingering coming to her lips as she smirked. ''By the way, Commander, this stays between us. Our little holiday secret~''
Faced with such a cheeky expression the Commander could only blush and utter an agreement, making a mental note to come back here next year – perhaps with the bonus of fulfilling Minsk's initial plan.
[END]
