A/N: Turned out a bit spicy, this one did~

Features Zuikaku's festival skin~

Do enjoy~

Give It To Me

It was midnight in the Sakura Empire, yet the festival going on under the full moon hadn't waned in the slightest.

The Ship-Girls of the Sakura Empire were out in full, mingling with the humans and indulging in the many treats of the festival, be it fun games, good food or simply hanging out with one another, spending some time away from their usual duties. Others remained indoors at their hotel rooms, just watching the fireworks from their windows in comfort.

The Commander could be counted in the lattermost category. Sat upon a comfy cushion and with a low table before him he watched the fireworks pop and hiss in the night sky; the window wide open and with no glass no mute the colourful lights. Cool wind also weaved its way inside, chilly to the touch yet pleasant against his hot skin – liquid warmth settling in his stomach as he drunk some tea. The table before him was wide enough for multiple people and in truth multiple people had sat with him, chatting away with him before he'd be shipped off to the Eagle Union at the end of the week, but one by one they were dragged away for some reason or another.

Shoukaku had been the last to leave, going off to pester and torment Akagi for her own amusement... and leaving the Commander alone in the room with Zuikaku. The thought of the young woman drew his gaze over to her, the brunette sat just next to him. Gone was the usual red dress and in its place was a black, form-fitting black outfit with a long pelvic curtain, leaving her right leg bare thanks to the side-slit. Situated on his left he got an ideal view of said thigh, not hurt by the fact she was sat cross-legged, though the way her clothes hugged her ample bust was a bit eye-catching as well.

Still, he was a man of restraint, or so he liked to think. Thus, he refrained from looking for more than a split-second. Unfortunately for him, Zuikaku somehow still managed to notice.

''Heh, like my outfit Commander?'' The brunette crane asked with a smile, leaning back a little. ''Shoukaku-nee helped me pick it out.''

''Mm. It fits you very well.'' The Commander remarked, and when he realised it could be taken a different way he hurriedly added. ''In style I mean. Flows with the wind and all that.''

Zuikaku made a thoughtful sound from the back of her throat, nodding. ''Mm, that's what Shoukaku-nee said too. Speaking of which, she also gave me this!''

With a bright, eager grin Zuikaku reached down under the table and withdrew a sake gourd, one that made him eye her warily. ''I... don't handle alcohol well, Zuikaku. I've got next to no tolerance to it.''

The brunette crane, however, was unbothered. ''C'mon, it was a gift from Shoukaku-nee~ We can't just let it go to waste, can we?''

There was a knowing glint in her eyes, a cheekiness that had only become more and more apparent over the preceding months, not least because she knew that he didn't like hurting people's feelings – and, as such, had trouble turning down gifts. In this case she was even using it against him.

As a result it only took a few moments before the Commander sighed. ''...fine. Just this one time though.''

Zuikaku cheered. ''Thanks Commander! I promise you'll love it!''

''Yeah, sure...''

X-x-X

Ten minutes passed. A mere, infinitesimal ten minutes.

And by the end of it, the Commander was drunk. So too was Zuikaku, amusingly enough – her own tolerance apparently insufficient to handle Shoukaku's special sake.

''Hehe... Commander~''

Zuikaku's drunken giggle resonated through the otherwise quiet room, the brunette leaning up against his left shoulder and smiling senselessly to herself, giggling at the slightest thought that crossed her mind. He hadn't taken her for a giggling drunk but now that he was seeing it first-hand he had to admit it cranked Zuikaku's cuteness up to an eleven, not hurt by her broad smile and genuine warmth whenever she looked at him.

The Commander felt his lower half grow hot when looked at with such eyes. Though he liked to keep his thoughts to himself in regards to his subordinates, there was no denying that Zuikaku was beautiful. Bright disposition aside she had a slender, womanly form that just begged to be held and ravaged, her bust big and so very soft looking that he had been tempted to grope her in the past; abstaining only barely. And when she was currently sat so close to him, drunk as he and with lust on his mind, he was so very close to pushing her down and ripping her clothes off just to gaze at what laid beneath.

Realising that he might well make a mistake if he didn't act soon the Commander stumbled up, about to leave – had Zuikaku suddenly not grasped onto his sleeve.

''Where are you going Commander~?'' The carrier whined.

The Commander struggled to think of an excuse, his head foggy with both alcohol and lust. ''Uhh...''

However in the end he didn't need to answer. Stood up as he was the bulge in his pants was intimately apparent to Zuikaku, her eyes widening at the sight of it... before a rosy blush coloured her cheeks. ''O-Oh...''

''Yeah.'' He slowly said. ''Can I go now?''

Zuikaku said nothing, gaze locked onto his bulging crotch for several long moments... before in a flurry of movement her fingers went for his belt. The Commander flushed, frozen in surprise, and by the time he snapped himself out of it she already had his belt unbuckled, one hand going for his zipper. That was until he grasped her by the hands and tried, admittedly half-heartedly, to stop her – but Zuikaku just flashed him a cheeky grin and tangled his hands up with deft handwork, allowing her to yank his zipper down, and then pull his pants to his knees.

His boxers met the same fate and allowed his cock to spring out, erect and practically resting across Zuikaku's brow. The brunette crane didn't miss a beat and shoved her face into his crotch, kissing the very base of his shaft and prompting the Commander to suck in a sudden breath, startled by her boldness. However any chance at resistance melted like ice in the sahara as those lips kissed up the underside of his cock, each one more eager and excited than the last.

''Zuikaku, wait...'' Yet despite his groaned words the Commander made no attempt to actually stop her; another moan bubbling up his throat as he grasped her shoulders for support, practically leaning over her.

Zuikaku didn't mind the arrangement, working her way up to the tip and trying to take him into her mouth, though through a combination of her drunkenness and the fact his cock twitched away from her lips she struggled to get it in. Just feeling her hot breaths tickle his cock and have her lips graze the tip left him groaning for more, and soon he acted – one hand grasping the back of her head whilst his other held his cock, guiding him towards those lips of hers-

-and a sudden moan fled him as he was inside her mouth. Wet warmth swallowed his length up with ease and he helped her down all the way, her lips hovering just slightly away from the shaft. The tip hit the back of her throat and she gagged, pulling back a little, but the Commander was too damn horny now to stop. He pushed her back down and loved the wet grunt that tumbled out of Zuikaku's mouth, only encouraging him to grab her head with both hands and shove her face into his crotch.

''Guhk- gak- kuh- mmgk-!'' Zuikaku made a slew of erotic gagging noise, his cock hitting the back of her throat each time or even going deeper, sliding partway down her throat and having her nose buried in his crotch, inhaling his musk.

''Oh fuck, Zuikaku, fuck!'' The Commander gasped out, adjusting his hold several times when his fingers slipped – before opting to grab her ponytail with one hand and hold her nape with his other, shoving his cock down her gullet.

The carrier slobbered over his cock as it went in-and-out, and in the back of his mind he worried if he was being too rough with her... but he didn't care. Drunk lust overrode any higher thought and all that remained was the want that coursed through his body, and that want compelled him to bury his cock inside her wet mouth. Zuikaku didn't seem all that adverse to it either, her tongue soon lashing at the underside of his cock as he face-fucked her, tickling his cock in ways that forced moans out of his throat.

Sloppy sounds escaped her mouth, some drool dribbling down her chin as his cock see-sawing in and out so quickly, a bit of hair catching in the corner of her mouth until Zuikaku hurriedly tucked it to one side, moaning shakily as his cock hit the back of her throat once more – gags lessening as she got used to the rough face-fuck. That was until he reached down and held the front of her throat, caressing it almost as his cock went partway down it, pulling her closer to him as he shuffled close – leaving him practically thrusting down into her throat, his balls hitting her chin repeatedly.

Until suddenly he pulled it out. Zuikaku gasped in a much-needed gulp of air and immediately broke out into wet coughs, wiping her chin blindly – only to yelp when the Commander pulled her up. Said yelp melted away into a moan as he mashed their mouths together in a sudden rough kiss, her eyes fluttering shut as she reciprocated with a slight smile, her arms wrapping around him. The kiss lasted for only a few more seconds but by the time they broke it off both were left panting and flushed in the face, eyeing each other with open want.

Thus when the Commander sat down right in front of her Zuikaku didn't hesitate to slide into his lap, letting him take her seat. His cock was still out and Zuikaku didn't hesitate to grab it, giggling as she jerked him off and forced a grunt out of him. With her spit clinging to his shaft her hand slipped along it easily, her strokes alternating between short tugs or lengthier jerks reaching from base to tip.

''Mm, Commander~'' Zuikaku moaned into his mouth; shivering with excitement as they broke off the kiss. ''I need you, I wanna do it so bad...''

Another kiss stole her breath away, his words coming out as a rumble. ''Is it alright to do it today?''

Zuikaku wasn't sure; alcohol fogging up her mind... before she mentally shrugged. ''Y-Yeah, I think?''

The drunk and feverishly horny Commander needed no further insurance than that, reaching under her dress and yanking her purple side-tie panties to one side, exposing her puffy lips. Grasping his shaft he pushed the tip against it, both of them groaning as the tip rubbed along her slit but didn't quite go in, missing once, twice, thrice-

-and then on the fourth go he got it in, and they moaned in unison as his sizeable cock speared deep inside Zuikaku. The Commander's mind very nearly went white, intimately feeling her hot walls clamp down on his shaft like the snuggest of vices, inch after inch of himself spearing inside Zuikaku until she was all the way down. The crane moaned deeply and leaned back against the table behind her, resting her elbows upon it and gazing at him with needy want.

A want that the Commander satisfied, grunting as he bucked his hips and plunged up into Zuikaku's clenching warmth. The crane herself gasped, then whimpered; pushing herself back down onto him and slowly getting used to the motion, matching his pace as best she could. It was a ragged, uneven tempo that spoke of inexperience but neither of them cared in that instant, too lost in their pleasure to care if it wasn't totally sensual and smooth. They wanted to fuck, not make love.

''Haah, Commander~'' Zuikaku whined, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him in.

Their lips met messily, both of them adjusting slightly before connecting their lips properly – moaning into each other's mouths as they jerked and rocked their hips, his cock stuffing her pussy with vigour. Any initial pain was diluted by the alcohol in her system and further by the pleasure that coursed through her veins, coaxing a low moan out of Zuikaku as she broke off the kiss, tipping her head back. That just invited the Commander to attack her throat; a mewl tumbling from the crane's lips as he nipped her vulnerable flesh, his lips sliding down her throat and kissing down to her neck, pulling her clothes open and pulling the metal neck-guard off in the same motion.

The folded cloth spilled open seconds later, revealing her plump breasts squished down by a sarashi. That didn't last more than a few seconds before the Commander ripped it off, letting her tits bounce free and allowing his hands to cup them from below; lustfully groping her soft, doughy breasts and pressing his thumbs down upon her nipples, eliciting a lewd moan from the crane. Up until he mashed his mouth against hers and shoved his tongue partway down her throat, that is.

''Mmph! Mm... Command- ah~!''

A cute cry was fucked from Zuikaku's lips as his saliva-coated cock jammed itself into her once more, a growl bubbling up the Commander's throat as he plunged up into her enticing heat, feeling her walls cling to him when he pulled back and prompting him to swiftly slam back into her. Zuikaku was reluctant to let his cock escape either; dropping herself down onto his shaft and whimpering when the tip hit her innermost regions, her lewd noises music to the ears.

Until suddenly the friction deep inside her womanhood was too much for Zuikaku to handle. ''Yes, I'm cumming, I'm cum- kya~!''

Zuikaku's slurred cry pierced the air, her inner walls tightening so very pleasurably around his cock – and with a harsh grunt the Commander slammed up into her one more time, blowing his load inside her. Thick dollops of cum splattered across her walls, painting her pink flesh white and undoubtedly knocking her up all at once, his seed pumping deep inside the spasming crane until she was filled to the brim. Even as they came though her hips kept moving, uneven and ragged as her movements were; extending their orgasms out for that little bit longer.

Until with a heavy moan Zuikaku went limp against him. Her heavy panting filled his ear and he held onto her, both of them just gasping as they came down from their orgasmic highs. Pleasure twitched through their joined parted so intensely that the Commander saw fit to grab her rear and lift her off of his cock, allowing Zuikaku to slump back against the table, gazing at the ceiling blankly with her mind elsewhere.

That lasted for all of a minute before she came back down from cloud nine, her gaze fixating itself upon him. ''Heh... felt amazing, huh?''

Still out of breath the Commander settled for an affirmative grunt, sitting upright. His thighs ached but he pushed past the fatigue, grabbing Zuikaku by the waist and turning her. The brunette crane took the hint, shivering as she bent her arms back and let him pull her kimono off, rendering her naked in front of him aside from her panties and thigh-highs – the former soon finding itself untied and tossed to one side, leaving her naked.

Smiling breathlessly up at him Zuikaku boldly turned over onto her front, her large breasts squishing against the table as she bent herself over it – presenting her shapely ass to the Commander. ''C'mon... let's do it again~''

The breathless coo got the Commander's cock fully erect in a heartbeat and with a growl he got behind her, slapping his sensitive cock-head against her pussy, sliding the head along her nether lips – before swiftly spearing inside. Zuikaku moaned blissfully and grasped onto the edge of the table; a wise move as the Commander gave her no more than a second to brace before he started pounding her from behind.

''Ah~! L-Like that! Do it hard! Harder- oh gods~!''

Zuikaku's vocal cries could probably be heard on the street below, such was their volume, but the Commander had no inhibitions nor reservations left. Gripping her slender waist firmly the Commander plunged himself into her velvety tunnel, their mixed fluids clinging to his cock as he pistoned it in-and-out of her tight hole, stirring up the profuse amount of cum inside her and causing some of the excess to leak out and stain the cushion under her.

Not that either cared in that moment. With grunts and cries abound the Commander kept moving, his cock enveloped by her slippery tunnel over and over again. As he moved he began to spice his thrusts up; sometimes driving himself all the way inside her and hitting her deepest parts or instead just putting the first few inches inside, hurriedly pumping it in-and-out and leaving her wound up for when the ever-desired deep penetration would come, and when it did her voice pierced the cold night air.

''Ah, C-Commander- fuck me~!'' The vulgar cry felt so unlike Zuikaku, yet it sent pleasant shivers running through the Commander all the same.

Something that tempted him to slide his hands up to her bare breasts, grabbing them greedily and squeezing them beneath his fingers, not quite able to hold them fully but not stopping him from trying. He used them like handholds, grunting as he forced Zuikaku to arch her back towards him, balancing herself on her knees until he could kiss her cheek, tempting her head to one side and allowing their lips to mash together in a rough, over-the-shoulder kiss.

''Mmph~!'' Zuikaku tightened around his cock, as if begging for him to creampie her right then and there.

The Commander just grunted and forced his hips to move harder, faster; pounding her pussy raw even as she cried out into his mouth, her voice becoming all the more potent when they broke the kiss off. He attacked her neck and shoulder with relentless kisses, smooching and biting her flawless flesh so anyone who looked at her knew she'd gotten it on with him. Zuikaku practically read his mind, her cries rising in pitch and her hips jerking back in uneven, hurried movements, impaling her onto his cock desperately.

''I'm cumming, I'm cumming!'' Zuikaku cried out, her walls embracing him like a vice as she neared her peak, her cries reaching a fevered pitch-

-when he slammed inside her and busted a load, startling her over the edge. Zuikaku's scream of pleasure cracked mid-way through, her voice catching and withering out into a dry whimper as he flooded her womb with hot seed. Every telltale throb of his cock deposited another burning load into her innermost parts, much of it oozing out around his girth and dribbling down her inner-thighs or splattering down between her legs, both of them frozen stiff in their moment of climax.

Then after a small eternity they relaxed; a moan escaping Zuikaku as he loosened his hold on her – and the moment he did she flopped forth onto the table, panting and staring at nothing in particular, uncaring of the strand of hair caught in the right corner of her mouth nor the fact that she was currently drooling on the table, her mind thoroughly fucked into putty.

The Commander pulled out a moment later, admiring her ass as he caught his breath... before his gaze swung to the right.

A hint of white hid itself behind the ajar sliding door.

Grunting the Commander got his quaking knees under himself and stood up. ''Shoukaku. Come here.''

The alcohol in his system did little to dilute the authority to his voice – nay, it enhanced it, giving his words a huskiness to them that made the near-comatose Zuikaku shudder. After a long second the sliding door slid open slightly, revealing Shoukaku in her usual white kimono. Only unlike any other time, Shoukaku's robes were ruffled and messy, one thigh-high partway down her leg whilst her face was flushed a deep red, her breathing equally as heavy. The most telltale hint though was her fingers; wet and sticky.

Slowly, almost dazedly Shoukaku walked into the room, gaze locked onto the Commander as he stumbled towards her – lust overwhelming any effects of the alcohol. He met Shoukaku halfway across the room and shoved the dazed crane against the nearest wall, intense gaze on hers... before he reached down, brushing her kimono to one side. No panties were to be found on her hips, leaving her glistening-wet nether lips bare.

Grasping her left thigh the Commander raised her leg and Shoukaku offered no protest, her breathing growing faster. ''Commander...''

The soft exhale, daresay whimper, made the Commander lean in close – brushing his lips against hers.

Until soon he spoke. ''Scream.''

And then with a single strong thrust he penetrated Shoukaku, fucking a scream from the crane's lips and soon to elicit many more as he took her right then and there, Zuikaku as his only witness to her sister getting thoroughly fucked.

By the end of the night all three of them would be gathered in a heap by the table, using cushions to shield themselves from the cold and waking up early in the following morning.

Nine months later, two more 'cranes' would be birthed into the world.

[END]