A/N: Meant to have this up during December, but a combination of forgetfulness and busy schedule meant that I didn't have time, and by the time I remembered it was, well, the 23rd of January. Got a couple other Christmas/Winter fics that also need writing before the season's out, aha...
Also, note, this fic uses her new maid skin: . )
Still, hope you enjoy~
Craving
Christmas had just passed, but that didn't stop many in the base from still celebrating the season whilst it lasted.
The Commander was in the same boat. Still having his Christmas tree up despite the day having past he hosted one last grand party before New Year's rolled around, inviting anyone who wanted to attend. Naturally though given his house – located on the edge of the base – was on the smaller side most opted to stay outside, staving off the cold with alcohol or warm clothes, the rowdier bunch favouring the former, naturally.
That said many still stayed indoors – and equally as many paid him special attention. Most likely due to the fact that despite being their fabled commander... he was entirely inexperienced with women, not hurt by the fact he was barely out of his teens, giving him the status as one of the youngest field Commanders in the navy. As such many ships doted on him, from the cheeky Allen to the mischievous Hornet to the dangerous Roon or clingy Akagi; hugs given that pushed their chests against him a bit too much. Never did he have the confidence to point it out, though... nor the desire either, admittedly.
Though that never did give him the confidence to anything more than just accept the chest-smothering or quicksilver kiss.
Something demonstrated as the Commander made his way into the kitchen area of his house, smiling at a passing Shimakaze and making his way over to the snacks – when he noticed Duke of York in his peripheral vision. The sight of the vampiric woman was enough to colour his cheeks, earning an amused smirk from the woman herself, her eyes flickering behind herself to where some others stood before she made her way straight for him, a gesture tempting him towards the corner of the kitchen, giving them some minor amount of privacy.
''Greetings, Commander~'' Duke of York practically cooed the words out. ''Thou looks rather... delectable, tonight~''
The eloquent comment heated his cheeks up and he stuttered out a reply, but the curvaceous woman merely leaned down slightly, smug as she brought her lips close to his cheek. She didn't plant a kiss there, though; opting instead to whisper against his flesh.
''Fret not, I cometh not to tease, as entertaining as such an act would be.'' Duke purred. ''Rather, I cometh to say I know of thou's lust for Howe~''
In an instant his cheeks went scarlet, his own voice dropping to a whisper. ''W-What?! How'd you-?!''
''Wales told me. Or rather, she let it slip in a moment of inebriation. How careless, that woman is.'' Duke smugly remarked, grazing her lips along to his ear. ''But fear not, my dear sparrow... I come not to eviscerate you for such a want. In fact, I implore you to pursue it, and have gone so far as to aid you in that little desire~
It took the Commander a moment to digest her archaic form of speaking. ''W-What do you mean?''
''Upstairs, in thy room.'' Duke purred into his ear. ''Howe remains there tied up, waiting for thyself. I convinced her to submit herself, as a present to you.''
The Commander's heart nearly skipped a beat at the offer. ''You're being serious?''
''Indeed I am.'' The Battleship leaned back upright, smirking at him. ''Do ravish her good, Commander~''
Then with naught but the salacious comment purred Duke of York turned and left, meandering back towards the living room and smoothly hitting on Tirpitz, ignoring Prince of Wales's flat stare. The Commander however digested her words, his stomach twisting itself into knots as he debated and debated... before realising there was no harm in at least checking. If it turned out to be a prank, then so be it – but if it turned out to be true? He couldn't handle the thought.
Thus with haste the Commander sneaked out of the kitchen as swiftly as he could. In a busy house there were many who said hello or chirped greetings, some almost flirting, but he managed to work his way through them with a sheepish smile and hurried step, eventually making his way up the stairs and to the second floor of his modest home. The upstairs was thankfully quiet, none rude enough to take the party upstairs, and with haste the Commander went straight for his bedroom just down the hall, the dim light of the hallway light guiding him to the door.
Until with a click, he bent the handle and stepped inside his otherwise unlit bedroom... and laid eyes on Howe.
''M... Merry Christmas, Commander... your present is ready...''
Howe had always been a beautiful woman; that was in part what charmed him to her. Only now she looked even more so; her long blonde hair flowing down her back in wavy curls, her embarrassed green eyes highlighted by her black eyeliner... and her alluring physique was amplified by the maid outfit she wore. Pushing up her bust it left plenty of cleavage on display, the apron draped over her front whilst leaving her long legs uncovered but anything but he pair of lacy stockings cladding them, a pair of garter-belts disappearing up her skirt. High heels remained on her feet and her slender arms were tied behind her back by a red ribbon, the final detail to her picturesque position being a little note on her lap. One that read 'Eat Me'.
''Howe...'' Swallowing the Commander shut the door behind him, turning one of the lamps on but leaving the main light off. ''Duke uh... told me you'd be here.''
''Mm. I would hope she told me why I'm here, too?'' Even when in such an outfit Howe retained her elegant tone, a slight smile curling at her lips as she looked at him.
''Yeah, she... she told me to... r-ravish you, aha...''
Howe's cheeks coloured pink, but she didn't seem overly surprised. ''Hn, her wording could use some working on... but, she has a point.''
''Wait, so you're fine with this?'' The Commander had to check – had to, before sheer attraction made him do something she might regret. Just seeing Howe in such an outfit, submissively offering herself to him, was almost too much.
''Mm.'' With a familiar kind smile Howe lifted her chin, beckoning him close. ''Do as you please to me, Commander... at least for tonight, I am yours~''
The Commander swallowed, barely holding onto his self-control as he approached the bed, climbing onto it. Howe retained her kind smile, the dim amber light of the lamp illuminating her curvaceous frame as he daringly leaned in – and with bubbling eagerness he kissed Howe. The Battleship hummed into the kiss, lips soft as they pressed back against his, dragging out their first kiss for a little longer
Then they drew apart, took a breath, and then he stole another, deeper kiss from Howe. The Royal Navy woman reciprocated without kissing a beat, obedient and gentle as she meshed her lips up against his. He wanted to take it slow, to not leave a bad impression... but lust was a powerful thing, and when Howe was outright offering herself to him he couldn't find it in him to be patient. Thus before their lips had even drifted apart the Commander dropped a hand down, grabbing at her breast.
''Mmph...'' Grunting into the kiss Howe made no move to stop him; more surprised than uncomfortable.
Relieved at that the Commander groped her more; feeling the soft flesh under the firm cups of her dress – tempting him to reach down under her bust where a strap was. He fiddled with it, tugging and pulling, until a soft whisper from Howe guided him towards the buckle on the side and enticed him to loosen it. The moment he did the cups became a bit looser, allowing him to outright grab the front and yank it down, and lay her breasts bare to him.
''Mn...'' Howe's cheeks turned rosy as he broke off the kiss, outright ogling her chest. ''Do you like them, Commander?''
''Y-Yeah.'' Bashfully the Commander agreed, heartbeat hammering in his chest as he grabbed both her tits, marvelling at their softness.
A little smooch his direction enticed him to lean in and kiss her again, muffling Howe's soft moan when he flicked her nipples, the pinkish nubs rolling when his thumbs slid over them. Relishing the cute sound he coaxed out of her the Commander hefted her big tits about, feeling the weight of them as he groped her, his arousal skyrocketing to new heights as he felt up his crush. His right hand in particular squeezed her tit a little more before shifting further south, sliding over her stomach and touching her thigh, before greedily going under her dress.
Howe shuddered, feeling his hand slide along her warm inner-thigh before touching her panties; his fingers eagerly pressing against her clothed sex. He rubbed it with open want, fingers stroking between her legs and coaxing a muffled moan out of the blonde woman, her lips meeting his in another kiss just a second later; muffling the sound as he teased her clothed pussy. His want was insatiable though and with little hesitation he slid his hand up and then down into her panties, his fingers touching her folds and stroking them.
''Ah~'' His earnest effort coaxed a breathy moan from Howe, her expression cutely scrunching up.
The Commander savoured it; his fingers rubbing her more. Due to his inexperience with women he'd never gone so far as this – the most he'd ever done was grope a woman and even that was by accident – but it wasn't too hard to figure out the basics, his fingers rubbing about until they found the hole and pushing two inside. The intrusion made Howe shudder but she offered no protests, her breathing hot and heavy as he inserted his digits in all the way, pumping them in-and-out of her rhythmically.
Taking it slow the Commander explored a little; his fingers scissoring apart and stroking at her hot inner walls, relishing how her walls clenched down upon his fingers as they wormed around her womanhood. At the same time his thumb stroked at her lips, sliding over them until he found what he guessed was her clit, rubbing it with his thumb and making her flinch a little; lips pursing together to contain her shaky moan.
''Ah... that's it, Commander, just like that...'' Howe breathily murmured, gazing into his eyes. ''More...''
The Commander did so eagerly; pushing a third finger into her hot sex and making Howe moan, the sound swallowed up when he stole another kiss from her. Cupping her cheek with his other hand he drew out the lip-lock, pumping his three fingers into her with growing confidence, thrusting them in and curling them slightly; doing whatever needed to make the beautiful Battleship moan his name. His hand dropped from her cheek when they broke apart for air, groping her breasts eagerly, but his lust was becoming insatiable.
So when he felt her get wet around his fingers he knew she was ready; pulling them out with haste. Howe mewled in disappointment, wanting more – but any protests she had fled when he leaned back and hurriedly undid his belt. Understanding what he wanted the Battleship blushed a dark red hue and eased herself down onto the bed, arms still bound behind her back as she lifted her legs up; allowing him to grab the back of her red panties and pull them up her legs and off her heeled feet, leaving her sex bare to him.
''Hah...'' Panting with excitement the Commander finally got his belt off and yanked it off, his pants ending down around his knees a moment later. ''I've wanted this for so long...''
Howe cutely squirmed. ''I-Is that so...? I'm flattered, but, surely others would've caught your gaze?''
In the back of his mind he admitted that yes, they had. Being surrounded by beautiful women day and night made it hard to avoid lewd dreams or lustful desires when he had some 'alone time' – but out of all of them, Howe took the cake as the one who not only got him excited at the sight of her, but stole his heart as well. He lusted for her just as much as he adored her.
''Maybe, but you're the only one I really want.'' The Commander truthfully said, shifting between her spread legs – leaving his bundled pants around his ankles.
Anything Howe was going to say faded as he shoved his boxers down too, his cock revealing itself. Though he was just above-average it was her first time seeing a dick in person, the sight colouring her already-rosy cheeks a darker shade, her eyes tracing his shaft as he lined it up with her wet womanhood. The tip prodded her lips and slid along them, teasing her almost... though in truth he was just trying to put it in and failing, missing the hole once, twice, thrice-
''Mm!''
-until on the fourth go, the Commander put it in. The head slipped in easily and with sheer lust the Commander pushed in deeper, moaning as he felt her hot, wet walls embrace his shaft. The feeling was unlike anything he'd felt up until that point, her walls gripping him like a slick vice as he eased himself in deeper, mindful enough to take it slow. Aside from a little grunting Howe offered no protests, one hand covering her mouth as he slid in deeper; stopping only when he was two-thirds of the way inside her.
''Ah...'' Slowing to a stop the Commander moaned. ''You feel so good...''
''A-As do you.'' Bashfully Howe smiled, sliding her hand away to reveal it. ''...you'd be my first too, so do be gentle with me~''
The thought that he was the one to pop her cherry only excited him further, and with a horny moan the Commander reared his his back, sliding himself out of her slick vice – before with a grunt he buried himself back inside her. He inched deeper than he did before, spearing into her depths and fucking a soft groan from Howe's throat, her walls clenching his shaft like a slick vice. Planting his hands on either side of her he pumped into her again, and then again; finding a sense of rhythm and getting used to the movement.
Howe encouraged him onwards with her moans; soft, lilted sounds that teased his ears and would undoubtedly fill his dreams. The affection in her eyes as she looked up at him, her lips curled up into a breathy smile as they had sex – all of it only drove him more wild, his confidence building as he pumped his hips forth faster and faster. His pelvis began to smack against hers and her thighs tensed as he hit deeper, the head of his cock at last rubbing her innermost spots and scratching a needy itch deep within her, eliciting a sweet moan from her lips.
Lips he dove down and claimed in a sudden, passionate kiss; muffling her voice into a pleased hum.
''Mmph, ah, Commander...'' Howe moaned against his lips, her heeled feet grazing his thighs as she snaked her legs around him. ''Faster. I can take it.''
With a moan of agreement the Commander hastened his thrusts; the fleshy smack of skin echoing as he pounded the blonde woman raw. She was wet enough that his cock plunged between her nether lips easily, his throbbing shaft scraping her honeyed walls faster and faster as he got more into it, pounding his love into Howe with every thrust. Howe moaned at that and kissed his jaw, enticing him down into another kiss he gladly gave, heat swelling up his shaft as he made love to her.
In the back of his mind he felt the heat that climbed his cock, the urge, but he stubbornly ignored it – indulging himself in Howe's body. In kissing her lips, in sliding a hand to her chest and groping her, to driving himself into her sex as hard and fast as his hips would let him, of feeling her thighs rub his waist and her heels bump against his back, her arousing moans muted by the kiss – all of it was too exciting, too hot, too sexy, too amazing.
And perhaps because of that the Commander felt heat shoot ups his cock – and faster than he realised it, his orgasm hit. ''Mmph-!''
White-hot pleasure rushed through him, and with a short gasp the Commander bottomed out inside Howe; cumming inside her. The Battleship squeaked in surprise, tensing around his pulsing shaft and squeezing out even more cum from him; every spurt and shot of cum painting her gripping walls white. She bit her lip a moment later and held onto him, taking the creampie with a softer moan, his heat filling her womb.
Only then did the Commander gradually come down from his mind-whitening high, moaning. ''C-Crap, sorry, didn't mean to...''
''Ssh.'' Leaning her head up she rubbed her nose against his, reassuring him. ''It's fine.''
Even despite her reassurances the Commander blushed bashfully all the same, pulling out and sitting upright; his gaze drawn down to her sex as some cum leaked out of it. He hadn't expected to cum so soon, part of him ashamed he'd even done so... but it had felt so good he couldn't hold back.
His attention shifted however as Howe also sat upright, smiling a bit. ''Can you untie me, Commander?''
Murmuring an agreement he obliged, reaching behind her back and undoing the ribbon binding her wrists and arms together, idly aware of the fact she could easily have broken through them with sheer strength. However Howe waited for him to do it himself, playing the role of a submissive maid and only reacting when he leaned back; a smile gracing her pretty visage as she took him by the shoulders and rolled them over, leaving her to straddle his waist.
Without missing a beat Howe reached down, her slender fingers curling around his cock and stroking it. The Commander groaned at the stimulation, throbbing with want as Howe stroked his shaft, teasing his hypersensitive nerves until his cock swelled back up to full hardness – the tip twitching up against her thigh. Smiling at that she lined him up with her leaking entrance, the bulbous tip prying her folds apart; and with a moan Howe impaled herself down onto him.
''A-Ahh...!'' The Commander gasped out; white-hot pleasure shocking his cock. ''Howe...!''
''Mm~'' Howe moaned back, resting her hands on his chest. ''I'll make you feel good now, Commander~''
Breathing the words out Howe raised her hips, her vaginal walls clinging to his cock – before with a cute mewl she slapped herself back down onto him. The rush of movement seared his nerves and coaxed a moan from his throat, his hips jerking up on instinct alone and plunging his shaft into her when she raised herself up, both of them moving in a constant rhythm, pistoning him into her slick depths.
Having her ride him felt different than him being on top; his cock scraping against new spots within her and her thighs smacking down against his hips as she took him deep within her. His eyes fell upon her breasts, watching as her plump chest jiggled and bounced from her movement, and in a fit of lust the Commander reached out and grabbed both of them – squishing her tits between his eager fingers.
''Mn, hah... oh Commander...'' Breathily Howe murmured the words, groaning as she rocked her waist more intently – stirring him around her wet insides.
Wordlessly moaning back the Commander forced himself to sit upright, one hand going behind himself to support his weight – allowing them to share a kiss. Just having her lips against his felt exciting, both of them dragging the kiss out even as his hand slid from her breast to her ass, grabbing her behind and helping her bounce onto his cock. She accepted the help gladly, mewling into his mouth and grasping his shoulders, her movements getting shorter but faster as she put more effort into it.
Grunting the Commander responded by bucking his hips up as best he could, getting more friction out of their union and coaxing a moan from Howe's perfect pink lips; said lips coming to press against his just a few moments later. Snaking her arms around his back more firmly she pressed herself against him, chest against his until he flopped back onto the bed, groaning as she kept riding him with the same passion she did before. Her slender hands pressed themselves against his chest as she sat upright, gazing into his eyes as she impaled herself onto him, her teeth coming to sink into her bottom lip.
''C-Commander.'' Howe managed to get out. ''I'm, ah, I'm close... forgive me...''
''S-Same.'' Running his hands along her thighs he worked his fingers up to her hips, grasping them firmly. ''C-Cum, please...''
Howe mewled in response, working her waist obediently – movements graceful even as she feverishly bounced onto his swollen shaft. The friction, the heat, the loving grip; the barrage of sensations pushed him to the edge and soon over it, forcing a sharp grunt from his throat and coaxing a want up his cock, one he couldn't hope to contain as her slick, cum-covered walls gripped his shaft.
''H-Howe!'' The Commander grit out. ''I-!''
''Myn!''
A tight, throaty grunt from Howe – and the Commander felt the air leave his lungs as she clamped tight around him, her orgasm hitting. The thought alone that he'd managed to make Howe climax pushed him over the edge, his own climax surging up through him; burning pleasure lancing up his shaft as he unloaded between her smothering walls. Howe's hips jerked up at the feeling; twitching each time another spurt or shot of cum hit her hypersensitive insides, her breathing coming out in short, tight gasps.
Then with a soft moan she relaxed atop him, easing herself down until she was laying on him – her head resting next to his. For a long minute both remained silent, panting and shuddering, before Howe found the strength to lift herself off of him. A lilted moan left her tongue and she pressed her thighs together to stop too much of his seed from leaking out and making a mess, her rosy cheeks darkening when she caught him staring at her thighs, a finger to his chin directing the Commander's gaze back to her flushed face.
''So.'' Howe cracked a smile. ''How was it, Commander? Was I good enough for you?''
''More than good, you were amazing.'' The Commander breathlessly murmured back, too lost in pleasure to care about acting cool and composed in front of her. ''I know you uh... said this was my present and all, but uh... could we, do this again?''
''Hehe.'' Giggling Howe pecked him on the cheek. ''I would be happy to, Commander~''
The Commander blushed, but was unable to hide his delighted grin; suppressing it only when the two of them walked out of the bedroom ten minutes later and rejoined the party, few any the wiser.
Few, not all, naturally.
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