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Excellency

It was a rather pleasant day at the office, all things considered.

This was even as the Commander found himself working through a new batch of documents provided to him by HQ, relating to various new orders and rule changes and probably budget cuts to their monthly coffee supply given how much the Ironblood girls were guzzling it. The weather however made the work tolerable; a pleasantly cool breeze weaving in through his office window but with warm sunshine beaming down onto the outer walls, giving the room a just-right temperature for him to work in.

He would've gotten through his work faster, however his secretary – London – was currently undergoing a retrofit. He had wanted to be there for her, knowing that a retrofitting was a big and sometimes uncomfortable process, but due to work he couldn't. London had assured him it was fine, even claiming her sisters were coming along to keep her company, but he still wished he could've been there to support her.

'Ah well.' The Commander sighed to himself. 'The least I can do is help get through some of her work for her.'

Just as that thought passed through his head he heard a pair of heeled footsteps slowly make their way upstairs towards his office; the sound audible in the quiet. He paid it idle attention, listening out for the approaching individual whilst still getting through his work, humming to himself as he signed off on another piece of paperwork and set it aside. The individual knocked before he could take the next sheet.

''Come in.'' He called out.

The individual did; the soft click of the door preluding the figure walking inside. He looked up, surprise filling him as he saw the unmistakable face of London... but she was different. Radically so, he dared to say. Gone was her more formal outfit and in its place was a dark blue dress, the white frilled front emphasising her bust; one that looked slightly bigger than before too. Her brown hair was slightly longer and a touch darker, falling down her back neatly and with some curled over her cheek until she carefully brushed it aside with a dainty index finger. Legs clad in black pantyhose shifted shyly, heels pressing down into the carpet anxiously.

''Y... Your Excellency.'' London gave him a flustered smile. ''Do you... recognise me...?''

''Uh...'' It took the Commander several long seconds for his brain to reboot; recalibrating his idea of London.

Before she was a loyal secretary, now she looked... decidedly girly.

As if reading his thoughts London blushed. ''I-I can change back into my old outfit if you want me to, I... just felt like wearing something more girly for a change.''

''No, no, it's fine.'' The Commander hurried to reassure her. ''I was just surprised; you look cuter than before.''

London giggled shyly, a light flush colouring her cheeks. ''Do you mean to say you found me cute before, Your Excellency?''

He chuckled sheepishly. ''Of course, haha...''

London looked pleased by the compliment, bidding him a thanks and making her way over to his desk – seamlessly slipping into her duty as his secretary, the two making idle conversation about her new upgrades the rest of the afternoon.

X-x-X

Several weeks passed in what felt like the blink of an eye.

The same usual routine of work-sleep-work continued, occasionally interspersed with a day off or a Siren attack, but overall it was a fairly routine lifestyle, if a slightly stressful one. London made it much more tolerable; she made snacks and tea for him without even being asked to, she whipped up desserts for him, she even once gave him a shoulder rub to help him relax during work; all on the simple condition that he keep working hard for her and the fleet.

It wasn't hard to notice how her mood had improved too. Previously she was a friendly but slightly reserved girl, but now after her retrofitting she had become much more open and, dare he say it, a touch bold – playing along with his jokes and, while not quite flirting, she certainly didn't avoid teasing him a little when he slipped up or said something a tad inappropriate. Even in front of other girls at times, something that the old London would be far too embarrassed to do so.

Overall though, he was liking the new London.

''Hm~ hm~''

London's light, humming tune fluttered pleasantly through the office, the merry sound accompanied by the scribbling of pen-on-paper. The Commander enjoyed the background sound, signing off on another piece of paperwork before taking out a particularly thick one, eyeing the contents curiously. A request of leave to go to the local beach, signed by a couple dozen of his subordinates. Nothing particularly out of the ordinary given the time of year, but it was still a touch surprising to see so many signing off on it at once.

''Hm?'' London caught sight of it as she approached, laying some documents down on his desk. ''So Miss Illustrious finally got around to submitting that, huh...''

''You know about it?'' The Commander asked idly, reading through it.

''Mm.'' London agreed. ''Miss Hood took some of the girls out to get swimsuits for it, though I wasn't able to attend due to my secretarial duties. Given that everyone is currently busy and I'd rather not go alone, I'll probably buy my own the day before the trip.''

''I can go with you, if you'd like.'' He offered without much thought. ''I'll need some new pairs of swimming trunks for the coming season anyway.''

''If it's no trouble.'' London demurely smiled, curtsying. ''Does tomorrow afternoon sound good?''

''It does. I'll inform Belfast so she can take over work for the day.''

''Understood~''

X-x-X

The very next day the Commander found himself out of the office for a change, and instead down in the city; namely at one of the many clothing stores.

''Hm... this one looks kind of cute...? I'll try that one...''

It had been fairly simple to pick his own swimming trunks; grabbing three off the shelf and he was done. London however was more particular about her taste, thus necessitating the two of them wandering around the store admiring the various female swimwear on display whilst she picked and chose several outfits. He didn't particularly mind the wait, taking the time to admire the other clothes on display until London was done.

''Hm... I'll try these on.'' London finally concluded, turning a smile upon him. ''I'd like your opinion on them, Your Excellency.''

''Sure.'' The Commander agreed without much thought, gesturing for her to go ahead.

Humming in acknowledgement London led him to the nearby changing rooms, passing several more racks of clothes before they reached the long hallway; changing rooms on both sides and covered by curtains. With nobody around however all the curtains were pulled open, the lack of people rendering the little hallway pleasantly quiet; the taps of London's shoes against the wood floor the only sound aside from the omnipresent background music.

London slipped in one of the rooms and pulled the curtain shut behind her. The Commander waited outside, warmth flushing his cheeks when he heard her clothing start to flutter and hiss over her flesh, the sound distinctly lewd when all that separated them was a single thin curtain. He restrained any perverse urges however, looking aside and waiting patiently. He didn't have to wait more than two minutes before the curtain pulled open.

''What do you think of this one, Your Excellency...?''

The Commander looked back at her. A simplistic black swimsuit with a hole in the stomach area and a plunging neckline clad London's body, revealing her curves in much greater definition to him; from her wide hips clad in the skintight material to her plump breasts, her cleavage displayed quite prominently thanks to the plunging neckline.

''Good.'' The Commander forced himself to not stare. ''Though it doesn't feel like your style.''

''I thought so too.'' She agreed with a frown and nod. ''Next one, then.''

The curtain hissed shut, and London went back to changing. She didn't take as long, though it was still embarrassing for him to listen to her change, the hiss of the cloth sliding off of her body providing many a lewd image in his mind.

Until soon the curtain pulled back once more, revealing London wearing a dark blue bikini, the material pushing her ample chest up and giving him a plentiful view. She blushed, tugging on the straps of her bikini top and adjusting it slightly, unintentionally causing her breast to jiggle slightly within her top. He quelled the urge to stare, instead running his eyes down to her stomach and waist, admiring the side-tied bikini bottoms that hugged her hips nicely.

''Good.'' The Commander nodded slightly. ''Suits you.''

London smiled, a light pink flush colouring her cheeks. ''Thank you. I'll change into the other two first to make sure, okay?''

The Commander hummed an agreement, and London slid the curtain shut, stripping off and getting changed. Then within the minute she pulled the curtain back to reveal her next swimsuit, a brown bandeau top hugging her chest and squishing them slightly and a matching pair of bikini bottoms hugging her waist, a translucent brown sarong hanging from her waist.

''What about this one?'' London inquired, turning around to show him her back too. ''The top feels a bit tight though...''

The Commander ran his eyes over her before making a decision. ''Yeah... doesn't suit you as much as the bikini.''

''Mm. I'll try on the last one now.'' The dark-haired girl said, smiling as she pulled the curtain closed.

He waited patiently, idly looking around the corridor for any other visitors, but nobody appeared. The ruffling of cloth and the hiss of it sliding over flesh was audible, seconds ticking by... until after nearly two full minutes, London spoke up.

''Um... Your Excellency?''

''Yes?'' The Commander lifted a brow, looking back at the curtain.

''I... may need your assistance.'' Embarrassment coloured London's voice as she spoke. ''I can't quite get my top on by myself...''

Warmth flooded the Commander's cheeks, embarrassment climbing up his chest, but in the interest of not making her give up on the outfit he murmured an agreement, grasping the curtain. All it took was a slight tug to pull it aside, his eyes landing on a topless London, her back turned to him and her arms covering her breasts, hiding them from the mirror in front of her. Though that did little to stifle her embarrassed face.

''Just tie it, please...'' London embarrassedly asked of him.

''Right...'' He nodded an agreement, flustered.

He found the two strings behind her back, her bikini top held to her bust. He was glad for that, focusing on her shoulder-blades as he pulled on the strings. London grunted softly, uncomfortable as he pulled the strings together and carefully tied them, forming a double knot when the first knot began to unravel. After double-checking his work the Commander stepped back, cheeks retaining their pink hue when London turned around to face him, revealing the frilly bikini top that pushed her breasts tightly together.

''It seems a bit small...'' He commented quietly.

''Y-Yes, it seems to be. It was the right size, though.'' London smiled shyly back. ''I guess this style is better suited for... slimmer girls, aha...''

The Commander chuckled awkwardly in reply, stepping out of the changing room and allowing London to hastily pull the curtain shut. He could hear her quickly begin to undress, a relieved sigh escaping her when she took her top off; the sheer relief lining her exhaled breath only making it seem more erotic to him. He shut down the thought before it could truly form, busying himself with counting the price of both his and her swimsuit, the methodical thoughts calming him down.

After several minutes the curtain opened once more, and London stepped out, smiling bashfully and fully dressed in her usual outfit, the four swimsuits draped over one arm.

''I think I'll pick the second one, Your Excellency.'' London said warmly.

''Alright then, let's go. I'll pay.''

''Oh, you don't have to-''

''It's fine, really.'' The Commander waved her off, smiling when she frowned cutely at him. ''If you want to make it even, you can make one of those Maltesers cakes for me, how about that?''

''Hmph. A fair trade, I suppose.'' London conceded, relaxing.

He just smiled, gesturing for her to lead the way; both departing the changing rooms swiftly.

X-x-X

A short week after their little shopping trip, the Commander worked up the courage to ask something of London.

A date.

The look of surprise she'd given him when he'd asked was a memorable one, her cheeks having rapidly reddened before she accepted, delighted. Thus the very next afternoon the two of them departed the base and went straight into the city, not telling a single soul lest some more curious Ship-Girls decide to follow them.

''Mm... the toys in there look cute, don't they Commander?''

''Mm. Javelin would like that bunny one, I think. Might be something to get for her birthday.''

''Hehe, I'll make a mental note of that for you~''

The Commander smiled, thanking London; the glasses-wearing girl walking alongside him. Numerous other people walked past them as they made their way down one of the many streets, though none paid them any mind – in part due to the fact he had abandoned his white officer uniform in favour of a more simple shirt and jeans. Without his uniform it was surprisingly rare for anyone on the street to notice him or realise his true identity.

Thus the two of them could actually enjoy their date. They walked by store-fronts and peeked inside, they occasionally dipped into a clothes store to examine some finer clothes or took a brief tour around a tea shop, the wafting scent of tea prominent enough to be detectable even outside the shop itself. With the sky a cool overcast and with a nice breeze it was the perfect weather for a walk through the city; cool enough to make a sweater pleasant, but not so cold that wearing a shirt left one chilly.

Something the Commander was glad for, humming a cool breeze passed them by. ''Hm... up for lunch yet?''

''I wouldn't mind.'' London gracefully smiled. ''Though I'm paying this time, Your Excellency.''

''Fine.'' He made an over-exaggerated sigh. ''Anywhere in mind?''

''Let's just keep walking. I'm sure we'll come across a place soon.'' London suggested instead.

Seeing no harm in it the Commander obliged, the two continuing to make idle chatter as they wandered down the street, eventually coming across a café. The warm wood interior drew the eye and the wide glass windows revealed the inside of the quaint store nicely, the natural light from outside giving it a cosy look, a respite away from the cool afternoon air. As such both barely even needed to think before entering.

''Mm~'' London smiled warmly as they entered, the wooden door clicking shut behind them – the sound of pleasant background music emanating from some speakers in the corners of the room. ''You take a seat Commander, I'll go get us some snacks. Anything in particular you would like?''

''Just a coffee and a cake.'' The Commander musingly replied. ''Whatever you pick is fine.''

''As you wish.'' London smiled and did a light curtsy, heading over to the counter.

He briefly watched her go before glancing around the room, soon finding a quiet table next to one of the windows looking out into the street and easing himself into the seat. People passed by at a meandering pace, some stopping to look in the store themselves or dipping inside, murmuring voices audible over the gentle undertone of music. Shoes tapped against the fine wood, plates clattered and metal cutlery clicked together; it all made for a very relaxing ambiance.

Heeled shoes then tapped towards him, growing closer, before a wooden tray laid itself down onto the table before him; holding a coffee, tea, and two slices of carrot cake topped with cream cheese icing, alongside a slice of chocolate cheesecake. Forks clattered lightly as London gracefully picked one plate of carrot cake up, methodically laying it down in front him of him before placing his coffee down a moment later, earning a warm murmured thanks from his.

''They had some cheesecake on display.'' London clarified when he glanced curiously at it. ''Cold cheesecake, not baked. Reminds of the type Belfast makes.''

The Commander hummed in acknowledgement, cutting off some of the carrot cake with his fork and scooping it into his mouth – relishing the spiced flavour that teased his tongue. Across from him London took a bite of her own, smiling in delight and shutting her eyes, one hand coming up and rubbing her cheek; savouring the taste. He stifled a chuckle and just enjoyed her cute reaction.

''How have things been, recently?'' The Commander asked lightly, lifting his coffee cup up. ''Heard you had some trouble with Shigure and her sisters.''

''Oh, them.'' London sighed. ''They were causing quite the ruckus downstairs when we were working. I went down and told them off, but they didn't really listen. I wasn't sure how to get rid of them so I had to call Amagi and have her pull them away. How she makes them listen to her, I have no idea.''

He smiled. ''You have to be firm with them. Put your foot down. Get properly mad with them.''

''I don't think I can manage that.'' She shook her head.

''Then just go with the easy option.'' The Commander chuckled, nodding at her. ''Threaten to blast them out of the building. You've got bigger guns.''

''I wouldn't want to cause a dispute, though?''

''It's fine. Using force is necessary sometimes.'' The Commander remarked, his fork clicking as he took another forkful of carrot cake. ''The Sakura girls will understand if you need to. Just make sure to give the girls a bit of warning first, to give them a chance to run, heh.''

''I see... I'll keep that in mind, then.'' London smiled at him. ''How do you deal with them though?''

''I just entertain them for a bit and then chase them off.'' He explained languidly. ''Though to be fair they listen to me since I pay attention to them after work is done.''

The dark-haired girl nodded, munching away on some of her cake as he did the same. Idle conversation was shared between them, sips of tea and coffee interspersing conversation and forkfuls of carrot cake merrily eaten away at, both slices vanishing within minutes. Leaving the chocolate cheesecake sitting alluringly on the white china plate.

''Here.'' London smiled, scooping a forkful of the dense cheesecake – offering it to him. ''Have some, Your Excellency~''

Flushing lightly the Commander obliged, leaning up slightly and letting London guide the fork into his mouth. He pursed his lips around it and pulled back, scooping it off the fork and swallowing the chocolatey cheesecake, the biscuity base nice and crumbly. Pleased by his reaction London took a forkful herself; the two of them dividing the cheesecake between them – with London feeding him the whole time.

And as embarrassing as it was, seeing London happy was more than enough of a reason to endure it.

X-x-X

Even as night fell neither of them returned back to the base, continuing on their date by heading to the fair ground at the docks.

It had been a while since he himself had been able to attend one, and he relished the familiar sight. Of the numerous booths and little stores that sold everything from plush toys to colourful candy, or the large Ferris wheel that loomed near the end of the docks and the short roller-coaster that winded around the docks, it was a wild and chaotic sight, but a pleasant one all the same.

London loved it as well. She led him around to several shooting galleries, cheekily boasting about her good aim – only to lose to him, as she overestimated how much lead she had to give to the passing wood ducks or circular targets. When she got over her embarrassment and corrected her aim, though, she never missed a target, eventually beating his own score streak. They bought some hot dogs and cola, they sat and watched some fireworks, it was a pleasant, relaxing time.

And naturally, the last thing on their to-do list was the grand Ferris wheel.

''This way, please~''

The female attendant chirped the words out, gesturing towards the waiting carriage just a few steps ahead, the painted-silver metal shiny under the nearby fairy lights. London smiled and thanked the attendant and walked ahead, glancing back at the Commander and offering him her hand.

He chuckled, taking it – letting the cruiser lead him into the metal carriage. It rocked ever-so-slightly from their weight but did little else, steadying once more as they sat themselves down on the small but comfortable seats on the left side. The attendant gave them one last smile and slid the metal door closed, the lock audibly thudding shut. Moments later the carriage began to move, rising up slowly and tempting the Commander to peer out the windows as they ascended.

''Wow, you can really see the whole fair from here.'' London commented, peering out her own window. ''How long does the ride last, again?''

''I think she said we go around three times.'' The Commander noted. With how slowly they were moving it'd be about ten to fifteen minutes; plenty of time for couples to enjoy the ride.

And enjoy it they did. They sat in silence but it was a pleasant one, and when London laid her hand down onto the seat next to him he laid his own hand upon it, drawing her gaze onto him. Her cheeks reddened and she gave him a shy sort of smile, tempting him to lean in. London let her eyes drift shut and he closed the remaining distance, their lips touching – before with a hand on the back of his head London pulled him in the rest of the way, mashing her lips deeply against his.

The kiss felt as exciting as he envisioning it'd be. The slow meshing of lips, the muted exhales, the fluttering of eyelashes when they broke apart – and the deep red hue that coloured London's cheeks. The cruiser giggled happily and leaned in for another kiss, tempting him to smooch her again, their lips meshing together romantically. He laid a hand on her cheek and slid his other arm around her waist, pulling London against him and dragging the moment out.

Then they broke apart for air, exhaling. ''London...''

She smiled tenderly at him. ''Your Excellency, I- kya?!''

A startled yelp escaped London as the carriage suddenly jerked, rocking slightly and causing them to grab onto the handlebars overhead, waiting until the carriage lolled to a gentle stop.

''What was that?'' The Commander peered out the window, searching – only then realising they were near the apex of the Ferris wheel, rendering most of the people on the ground too far to distinguish.

His answer came in the form of the built-in carriage radio crackling, a deep male voice coming through. ''Ladies and gentlemen we apologise for the inconvenience. It appears the locking mechanism of the ride has jammed, thus causing the machine to pause due to built-in safety regulations. Don't worry, you're in no danger, you'll just be stuck there until our mechanic can fix it. Apologies for the delay.''

The radio clicked off, and the Commander breathed out a sigh. ''Well that explains that... at least we have a nice view, though.''

London's cheeks tingled red, two fingers pushes her glasses up her nose. ''W-Well... I'm more interested in what's right next to me, Your Excellency, ehe...''

The Commander shivered at her words, a wriggle of arousal bubbling up within him – tempting him to close the miniscule distance between them, sitting hip-to-hip and cupping her cheek. London's lips parted to moan but he sealed their lips together right as it tried to escape, muting the cruiser's hot moan and swallowing it. His hand remained on her cheek as they kissed, dragging out the simple but intimate act, the slow smooching of their lips intimately audible in the quiet metal carriage.

This high up, there's be nobody to see them. The windows only covered the top-half of the room; all anyone down below would see is their faces, and that was only if they were to lean against it.

The thought fuelled the Commander's arousal, tempting him to kiss London more hungrily. She felt it; moaning into his mouth and kissing him back with rising passion, not wanting to be seen as submissive. She laid her hand over his cupping palm and guided it down south, not a word shared between them as it went down over her shoulder and finally to her breast, his palm perfectly cupping her plump, clothed breast.

''Mm...'' London shivered as he gave her breast a slow, tentative squeeze.

The Commander stifled any further sounds with a deep kiss, both of his hands shifting around to her front – unbuttoning her blouse. London shivered but offered no protests, only a whispered 'Your Excellency...' under her breath when he popped one button undone. Embarrassment coloured her visage but demure want shined in her eyes, only hastening his fingers, exposing some of her cleavage before the rim of her laced black bra revealed itself.

Then in moments he had her blouse unbuttoned, revealing her bra-clad chest in full. The Commander shifted in front of her, one knee on the bench and standing with his other leg, allowing him to push London down against the seat – devouring her aroused moan as he slid his hands around to her back, finding her bra latch. Practice with helping other subordinates came in handy and he unclipped it seamlessly, peeling the lacy black article off and laying it down upon the couch.

''Mm~'' London quivered a she groped her. ''P-Please sit, Your Excellency...''

The Commander obeyed without questioning it, easing himself back down into his seat – one hand wrapping around her back and allowing him to grope her left breast whilst his right hand went for her other tit, relishing how soft and plump they felt in his hands. Her nipples were pink and slightly hard, allowing him to rub or poke them about, only heightening London's obvious arousal, her moans taking on a whimpering quality.

Until she then laid her right hand on his crotch. She groped him back, cheeks afire as she felt his bulge and giving him a demure smile, finding his zipper and pulling it down. His cock sprung out and hit her hand, tempting the cruiser to curl her fingers around it and stroke up-and-down, the slightest tug on his cock inevitably eliciting a moan from his throat, pleasure filling his mind. London's cheeks only darkened at the sound, her hand moving more eagerly.

''Mm, Your Excellency...'' London gently nudged his hands off of her boobs, smiling bashfully as she laid down.

The Commander blushed, leaning back in his seat and shifting over, giving London as much room as possible. The smallness of the metal carriage however meant that her legs had to somewhat hang off the edge of the seat, but London didn't let it stop her from laying her head down in his lap, her pink lips pressing against the tip of his cock – smooching it. She exhaled, her breath hot and teasing, before another kiss followed the first, preluding the chain of intimate kisses that soon came after.

London didn't just kiss the tip of his cock however. Glancing up at him shyly the cruiser tucked some hair out of her eye, her tongue extending and stroking over the head of his cock, her hand slowly bobbing at the same time and stroked his cock off – helping push the head of his cock against her tongue, making sure he felt how hot and wet her tongue was. He groaned lustfully at the feeling, twitching and throbbing against her tongue as it explored over the head of his cock, sliding down one side and coming back up over the other.

''Mm...'' London gently hummed as she pursed her lips around the tip, her tongue withdrawing only momentarily – going back to lashing the tip seconds later, teasing it relentlessly.

A wet suck punctuated the motion as the cruiser sucked up to the tip, a low hum escaping London as she pushed back down, taking him in deeper. The Commander tipped his head back and moaned, staring at the roof of the carriage and just listening to the wet sucks that tickled his cock, intimately feeling her lips purse around his cock and drag themselves up his cock, the suction made all the more pleasurably by the warm breaths exhaled over his shaft.

Shuddering the Commander laid his left hand on her neck, gently pushing her down. London complied without complaint, a muted mewl teasing his cock as the cruiser sunk down deeper, her warm mouth enveloping his cock more and more – until soon he felt her lips touch the base of his cock. The tip of his cock throbbed in her throat yet London restrained her gag reflex, holding still for several long moments, letting him feel her tongue slithering all over his cock.

Then with a muted grunt, the cruiser lifted her head back up. ''Mmph... gh...''

Wet slurps became audible as London then plunged her head back down, smearing saliva across his cock. She tilted her head ever so slightly when she sucked, the slightly-different angle teasing his nerves and fuelling the tingling, burning want that climbed up his cock, the urge to just release all the pressure in her mouth rapidly becoming an irresistible idea. The cruiser never just stayed with one movement either; constantly changing it up.

Sometimes she slowly slurped up from the base to the tip, other times she quickly bobbed her head from the tip to the middle of his cock, her lips pursed tightly around his shaft the whole time. She spiced it up by popping her lips off his cock entirely, smiling bashfully up at him as she jerked him off instead, using her tongue to lick and tickle the tip. She got so embarrassed by the act that she went back to sucking him off instead, mewling around his dick as she bobbed her head.

''Hah... London, I'm almost there...'' The Commander murmured to her, chancing a look out the window. Nobody had noticed. ''Mn... hah, here it comes...''

London replied by bobbing her head faster, one hand hurriedly tucking some brown hair out of her face. Her lips pursed tightly around his cock and she sucked him off harder, taking him in deep-

-before the enamouring wet heat of her mouth became too much for him. ''Haah!''

Pleasure rushed up his cock, mounted at just under the tip, and with a gasp the Commander unloaded it in her mouth – thick, splattering ropes of cum shooting into London's sucking mouth. The cruiser mewled around his cock, his cum landing on her tongue and tempting her to deep-throat him, gulping repeatedly as she swallowed each spurt of cum; the mind-melting heat of her mouth leaving his pulsing cock tingling blissfully.

Then with a suck and a slurp, London pulled herself up his cock and let him spring out past her lips – a breathy exhale teasing his wet cock. ''Hah, haah...''

The Commander's hand slipped off of her neck, a long groan bubbling out of his throat. ''Mn... wow, you're amazing...''

London blushed cutely, offering him a bashful smile. ''Thank you...''

He smiled breathlessly back, watching as she took out a tissue from her pocket and wiped her lips clean – and the moment she finished he cupped her cheek and pulled her up into a kiss, muffling her moan with their locked lips. The cruiser all but melted into it, one arm wrapping around his neck and her hand resting on his chest, leaning against him. The slow smack of their lips filled the small metal carriage as both just made out, sharing an intimate moment.

Then the Commander reached down, rubbing her inner-thigh. ''Hey... want to go further?''

''Mm.'' London smiled against his lips, pulling back.

The Commander replied by sitting up, moving in front of her. London made use of the limited space they had and leaned back into her seat, smile bashful as she opened her legs and pulled her skirt up, revealing her pantyhose in full. Then with slim fingers she reached down and pinched at the black fabric, and tugged, ripping a hole in the crotch seam – revealing the black panties underneath. Another tug pushed them aside, exposing her lower lips to him.

He stroked his cock a few times to get himself hard as possible, a soft hiss of pleasure escaping the Commander as he did so – guiding his cock down and lining the head of his cock up with her entrance. He pressed it forth, the tip of his dick sliding along her folds several times; the slow, pressing strokes making London whimper... until finally he aimed lower, and pushed in properly.

''Mm~!'' London tensed briefly, lips pursing together – mewling past them as his cock penetrated her.

The Commander was quick to grab her hips, shuddering as he intimately felt her hot wet flesh envelop his cock, the sensation only growing more intense as he pushed more and more of his cock inside. He met some resistance but pushed past it, her virginal tightness clamping around his shaft the whole time – a grunt escaping him as he stopped when he was two-thirds of the way in, his dick twitching within her.

''You alright?'' The Commander murmured softly.

''Yes.'' London nodded, giving him a sweet smile. ''You can move. It doesn't hurt.''

The Commander replied by leaning down and kissing her, their connected lips muffling London's moan when he slowly pulled back, his cock scraping against her tight vaginal walls before he plunged right back in, the tip of his cock hitting a sweet spot within her – coaxing up another sweet sound from the cruiser. Over and over he moved his hips, pistoning himself in-and-out of her tight hole, working his way deeper in until he bottomed out within her.

Exhaling a breath he leaned back from the kiss, locking eyes with London and causing his lover to blush, her sweet smile unfading as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back into a kiss, moaning into his mouth. The erotic sound got him worked up, the pleasure throbbing down his cock tempting him to piston himself into her faster, grunting softly as he sheathed himself within her velvety tunnel.

''Mmph... Mm, ah... oh, Mm~'' Soft sounds of pleasure escaped London as they made out. ''Faster...''

The Commander growled an agreement, daring to. When the carriage didn't rock from the movement he lustfully complied with London's wish, thrusting his hips forth and feeling the tip of his dick hit her innermost parts, the deep impact causing London's moans to become deeper; sexier. Becoming addicted to the sound he broke off the kiss and went for her neck instead, raking his lips over her smooth flesh and kissing her sporadically, listening to the sweet moans that tickled his left ear.

''Ah, ah, hah, yes, oh, ah...'' No shortage of sounds escaped London's lips; the sound of slapping flesh beginning to arise too as he buried himself inside her pussy, feeling her flesh grow wet and slick around his girth.

Struggling to hold back the Commander let more lust bleed into his motions, skin slapping harder and louder – until with a growl the Commander began to passionately pound London into the seat. The cruiser gasped into his ear, one hand clutching the back of his head as she unleashed a string of moans, her pantyhose-clad legs rubbing at his hips. Moments later London wrapped those same legs around his waist, locking her feet behind his ass and pulling him into her, begging for more. He gave her it gladly, gruff grunts bubbling out of his throat from the exertion.

Both tried to keep their voices down; heated kisses muting their voices but not silencing all of their noises. From the gasps that escaped to the stiff groans and shaky mewls; the slapping of skin too rung throughout the carriage, unable to be muffled. So the Commander made no attempt to; his pelvis smacking against London's with rapidly-mounting fervour, his cock glistening with her wetness in the brief moments it pulled out before he buried it back inside of her.

''M-Mm~!'' London moaned into his mouth, breaking off the kiss long enough to speak. ''I-I'm almost... Myn~''

The Commander grunted an agreement. ''In... Mn, or out?''

''Either.'' London kissed him again before he could reply.

The breathy words hastened his end, his hips bucking forth harder and harder, pressure rapidly swelling up his cock. He tried to resist, to endure, but the constant friction was too much for him to endure. All he could he think of was the fiery heat that rushed up his shaft, begging for release – the sensation amplified by the clenching flesh around his cock.

Until soon the dam burst. ''Haah!''

Ropes of cum erupted from his cock, splattering inside of London's quivering pussy – and with a jerk and a whimper London came with him, clutching onto him. Their lips met in a clumsy, messy kiss, moaning into each other's mouths as he kept thrusting, pumping his seed deep into her clenching tightness. Her legs soon tightened around him, holding him down against her, their pelvises flush together and not letting him out; dribbles of cum slowly seeping out of London from around his cock.

Then with a jerk and a shudder his thrusts slowed to a stop, a groan tumbling out of the Commander's throat as he laid atop her. London didn't mind, mewling erotically into his mouth and breaking off the kiss, allowing the cruiser to rest her chin upon his shoulder – enjoying the moment of intimacy. His cock throbbed and twitched within her, the quivering grip of her insides milking him for all his seed.

Until with a wet pop he pulled out, allowing a more plentiful stream to dribble out. ''Haah...''

London shivered at the absence of his cock, humming affectionately and nuzzling his shoulder. ''That was amazing, Your Excellency... hehe~''

''Mm...'' He smiled in agreement. ''How about-''

The Commander was cut short however as the whole metal carriage jerked, eliciting a surprised grunt from the pair – before both realised the Ferris wheel was operational once more. In an instant both hastily redressed, his pants zipping up and her blouse hastily buttoned back up, both of them smoothing out their uniforms and wiping the saliva off of their lips.

And by the time the wheel came back around to the bottom and the door opened, both were sat perfectly normally on the seats.

''Our sincerest apologies for the delay.'' One of the attendants greeted them, holding the door.

''It's fine. We still had a great time.'' The Commander waved off the man's apologies, stepping out and offering a hand to London, gracefully helping her out too. ''Come on London.''

The cruiser flushed, giggling happily as she wrapped her arms around his right hand, the open display of affection warming his cheeks, a bashful chuckle escaping him as he led London back home.

By the time they got back to the base it would be late at night, only enticing the two to spend the night together, sharing a bed and having breakfast together the next morning.

And nine months later, the two would welcome London-chan into their newfound family.

[END]


A/N: London's cute, isn't she~?