A/N: I was surprised this one was so successful, considering up until this point there was very little indication anyone was overly fond of Tashkent. Glad to see she has her supporters though~
Enjoy~
Forever Yours
New Year had once more rolled around. And with it, came the ensuing festival that always appeared at that time of year.
The Sakura Empire took its turn to host the yearly celebration, and did so with enthusiasm. An entire mountainside town was turned into a lavish party grounds, drawing crowds from around the world – and most importantly, Ship-Girls from around the world. From Eagle Union carriers who played not-so-subtly competitive games by the coast, to Royal Navy ladies who spent the evening making paper lanterns and indulging in treats, to the Ironblood who walked the streets and soaked in the sights; plenty of people relished in the festival's fun.
The Commander was of no exception. Wrapped up in a light blue yukata with a darker blue obi sash he walked down the length of the vibrant Edo-period town, admiring the wooden architecture and the booths that lined the streets, people flaunting their wares with cheerful calls. Some Ship-Girls could be seen amongst them, such as Kamikaze helping an older woman selling ramen or Amagi merrily selling off paper origami sets, dutifully teaching those who came to visit how to use them.
''My, I didn't expect so many people~ I should come more often to the Sakura Empire.''
The Commander hummed at Chapayev's melodic words, glancing over at the blue-haired woman. Considering her hair and eyes she'd also gone with a blue yukata and sash, the cruiser sauntering just ahead of him with a bright smile. Several other Northern Parliament ships joined him in his trip, acting almost like an escort considering his current deployment was to the Northern Parliament's eastern bases. Not that he minded; having some familiar faces to enjoy the sights with was a joy in and of itself.
''Hm... I think I'll go check out the apple-dunking-thing.'' Tallinn remarked languidly, glancing back at him - wrapped up in a silver kimono. ''You comin', Commander?''
''Sure, sure.'' He said warmly, earning a light cheer from Chapayev herself – Murmansk not far ahead of their little group playing with a small dog. ''You up for it, Tashkent?''
His gaze turned then onto his fourth and final escort member. The diminutive Destroyer hummed and bobbed her head without even missing a beat, one hand slipping up to brush her purple hair from her face. Matching her purple locks was a purple yukata that was snugly wrapped around Tashkent's petite form, a deeper, almost violet obi sash around her waist to keep the yukata tight, some pale flower patterns spread across her outfit.
''Off we go then~'' Chapayev merrily called, meandering ahead to tell Murmansk of the plan.
Tallinn went to join her, giving the Commander a brief moment alone with Tashkent – and giving him the chance to slip his hand down into hers. ''Don't get lost in the crowds, alright?''
Tashkent shot him an annoyed look, though any heat it held was ruined by her light blush. ''Trust me Comrade, I won't lose you.''
The way she squeezed his hand though told him she appreciated the gesture, earning a light hum from the Commander before he led his close companion after their allies – touring the rest of the town with enthusiasm.
X-x-X
Hours passed, the already-waning sun swiftly plunging beyond the horizon and bringing the stars out to shine.
Many activities were partaken in, from goldfish-catching to messing with some fireworks. As time passed his escort entourage split up; Chapayev ran off to chat with Sovetskaya Rossiya, Tallinn spotted Admiral Hipper and went to hang out with her, Murmansk found Hanazuki and merrily chatted with the fox-girl – until soon it was only Tashkent that remained by his side, loyal as ever.
Not that he minded it. The privacy afforded to him tempted him to suggest a walk; a suggestion that Tashkent gladly accepted, taking the lead and escorting him away from the town to the nearby mountainside. The mountain was home to many winding paths but neither had any fear of being lost, even at night; the pathways lit by lanterns perhaps in anticipation of people like them taking a wander away from the bustling mountainside town.
''It's so peaceful up here, isn't it?'' The Commander commented lightly, head tilting back.
''Mm.'' Tashkent agreed, still walking by his side. ''Do you like stargazing, Comrade?''
''Not particularly. Though I'm not against it, either.''
''Perhaps I could interest you in some stargazing then, when we return to the North Sea in future?'' Tashkent offered. ''The stars are brightest on the ocean, where there's no light to blind you. You can see the aurora borealis too from time to time.''
''That sounds lovely.'' He squeezed her hand. ''I think I'll accept that offer.''
Though Tashkent said nothing the slight smile she gave him left his cheeks pink; chuckling as he looked off to the side. The pathway ahead of them was void of any other people, just some lanterns to illuminate their way, the soft flicker of flame barely audible from within even as they passed them by. Thick forestry lined the dirt pathway on either side, from slanted trees to thick shrubs, only the occasional break in them. And when they passed by another such break in the foliage, Tashkent made a suggestion.
''Comrade.'' The Destroyer said nothing further but tugged on his hand all the same, luring him towards the gap.
Curious the Commander followed, cheeks pinkening when he caught sight of her smile – small but delighted. He saw it no further as Tashkent turned her back to him, her left hand remaining in his right as she pulled him between two thick bushes and luring him down a winding path, only some sparse moonlight to guide their way through it. Several times he nearly tripped, his foot catching on a root or uneven part of ground, but without fail Tashkent held onto his hand as he told her to, making sure they wouldn't be separated.
Until soon the narrow pathway widened out into a clearing. It wasn't big, probably stretching no more than a dozen feet ahead of them and equally as wide; a steep part of the hill to their right and affording some minor privacy.
Only then did Tashkent release his hand, turning to face him. ''Sorry, I wanted some privacy.''
His cheeks burned red at that as he connected the dots in his mind, bringing a rosy blush to Tashkent's own cheeks. Still the Destroyer smiled slightly and looked up at him, almost-bashfully beckoning for him to lean down more to her height – and when he did she cupped his cheeks with both hands, pulling down him close.
Until soon their lips touched in a kiss. It was slight, soft even; lasting no more than a second before Tashkent leaned back. She waited, and when he showed no signs of rejecting her affection she leaned in again and kissed him – enticing the Commander to reciprocate at last, pressing his lips back against hers. Without a word spoken the Destroyer drew him in deeper; the kiss lasting longer and muffling Tashkent's soft groan, her happiness easily apparent from her soft sound alone.
Moments later they drew apart, a mutual breath escaping them – allowing Tashkent to speak. ''...you are special to me, Comrade. Far more than you know. I'm not one for... confessions, but... would you have me as yours, as I would have you as mine?''
The Commander smiled. ''I would.''
''Xорошо.'' Tashkent said in her native tongue, the gratitude on her face giving it a warmth rarely seen. ''Then...''
She trailed off, but the way her hands slipped around his nape and pulled him down made it very clear what she wanted. The Commander reciprocated without hesitation, connecting his lips against her soft pink ones and drawing out a muffled moan from Tashkent, a shudder lancing through his newfound lover as he held onto her sides. The purple yukata she wore was thin, letting him feel her ribs through her dress and enticing him to shift his hands further south, tracing her figure through her yukata.
Tashkent didn't reject his advances; a soft groan escaping her as she responded by reaching for his obi sash. There was no question about what they were doing, their bodies moving practically on instinct as Tashkent undid his sash; causing his blue yukata to slowly slip open. She hastened it, tugging on the sides and revealing his bare torso to her; only a pair of pale blue boxer shorts to preserve his modesty.
''Comrade...'' Tashkent breathed, running her hands along his stomach and up his pectorals, eliciting a shiver from the Commander.
In response the Commander slipped his hands further south, laying them over her small but perky ass and copping a feel; his mere touch darkening her cheeks. His light touch only encouraged the Destroyer to run her hands over him though, tracing his modest muscles and groaning into his mouth when he groped her ass in return, their breathing becoming faster with both excitement and arousal.
Something that soon tempted Tashkent to lower herself to her knees. The implication wasn't lost on him, a bolt of excitement lancing up his spine as the Destroyer hooked her fingers into his blue boxer shorts and pulled them down – allowing his semi-erect cock to spring out. It was clearly Tashkent's first time seeing a dick, her gaze locking onto his shaft for a long moment before she snapped herself out of it. Her lithe fingers curled around his girth not a moment later, slowly starting to stroke his cock; careful lest she hurt him.
''Mn... that's it...'' He reassured her, his breathing becoming tight.
Emboldened by that Tashkent adjusted her grip several times, getting a firmer hold on his dick and pumping it faster. Her lips too got involved and started kissing the head of his cock, smooching along the tip before targeting the underside; the Destroyer leaning down and trailing kisses down his cock. The attentive affection left the Commander moaning; leaning back against the tree behind him and laying his right hand upon her head, his fingers weaving into her purple locks.
Tashkent looked up at him, holding his gaze as she kept kissing his cock. He grew fully-erect within her stroking hand, throbbing against her palm when she squeezed his dick and tempting Tashkent to part her lips, allowing her tongue to escape and lash at the tip. The wet appendage felt hot compared to the cold night air around them, making the Commander tense up with a hiss of pleasure, unable to ignore the lewd feeling.
Nor was he able to ignore the feeling of Tashkent opening her mouth, and then taking the tip between her soft pink lips. The sensation alone made him moan, his free hand immediately clasping over his mouth to hide the sound – his stilted groan audible only to Tashkent. The sound proved too much for Tashkent and the Destroyer screwed her eyes shut in embarrassment, opting instead to focus on his cock and start bobbing her head, slurping on his swollen cock.
''Mmph, Mm, smch...'' Her lips slid down a third of the way before she slurped back to the tip, her lips grazing against his shaft as she moved.
Tilting his head back the Commander stared at the canopy overhead, intimately feeling Tashkent's lips slide along the tip and her hand stroke of the other two-thirds of his dick, the sensation borderline blissful. The Destroyer only made it more-so as she pushed herself down deeper, accepting half of his dick and sensually sucking upon it, her hand pumping the other half of his cock faster to compensate. The heavenly sensation was joined by her tongue; the slick appendage slapping against the tip of his dick or swirling around it, bathing his cock in her saliva and making it nice and slick.
Something that Tashkent took advantage of; leaning back suddenly and popping her lips off with a gasp. Without missing a beat she stroked her hand up and over the head of his cock, her thumb rubbing the very tip with quick circular strokes; swiftly returning to jerking him off with smooth twists of her wrist. Then after only a few moments her hand slid back to the base and her lips caught his cock between them, allowing Tashkent to swallow two-thirds of his cock and go back to blowing him.
''H-Haah... Tashkent... s-shit, you're so good at this...'' The Commander gasped under his breath, earning a muted hum from his newfound lover. ''I-I'm... gonna cum soon...''
Tashkent responded by sucking him off faster; her hand squeezing and jerking his cock with hurried bobs of her wrist. Her lips slid themselves along his shaft as she moved her head faster as well, sucking him off with slick slurps – coaxing a stiff moan from the Commander's throat. He endured the sensation as best he could but the sheer pleasure throbbing up his cock was too much for him to endure, not least because it was Tashkent doing it; love and lust mixing into a single, simmering heat up his cock.
Until soon that heat reached a boil. ''T-Tash- Mm!''
On reflex he pushed her head down, fingertips pressing down on the back of her head and making her nearly deep-throat him – and with a powerful shudder he blew his load down her throat. Ropes of white splattered over her tongue or down her throat, coaxed out by the Destroyer as her tongue pressed itself flush against the underside of his cock, coaxing out even more of his molten heat. Any thought of pulling out was washed away as she wrapped her arms around his waist, keeping him nearly all the way in her mouth.
''M-Mn...'' His explosive orgasm slowly waned though, and with a soft groan he unhanded her head - allowing Tashkent to slurp her lips off his cock with a gasp. ''Sorry...''
''Hah... it's fine...'' Tashkent mumbled, cupping her mouth and audibly swallowing – swallowing his seed. ''Mn... kinda nice...''
The Commander merely smiled at her breathy words, his chest heaving with every gulping breath. Without a word Tashkent herself stumbled back to her feet, wiping her lips dry with the back of her arm – and her moan was promptly devoured as he leaned down, stealing a kiss from the Destroyer. She all but melted into it, grabbing onto his open yukata for support and tempting him to grab her slim waist, dragging out the intimate kiss for several long moments.
When they drew apart they shared a look, their cheeks aflame yet a longing for more in them as well. Thus without a word said Tashkent stepped past him, eyes remaining on his as she stretched her arms out and planted her palms against the thick tree, bending over at the waist. The Commander got behind her without needing to be told to, flipping her purple yukata up and bundling it around her waist, revealing the pair of pink panties she wore underneath.
Panties that soon found themselves around her ankles and kicked off to the side. Without them Tashkent's small but perky ass was laid bare to him, almost peachy in shape and tempting him to grope it. His hands slid further down to her thighs, groping them too only to move back to her ass, one hand remaining on it whilst his other hand held his cock – lining him up with her pussy. Tashkent merely hummed her consent, trying her best to be patient, and rapidly failing to.
The Commander didn't make her wait any longer. Prying her puffy lips apart with the tip of his dick he eased himself in slowly, unable to quell his moan of bliss as he slid inside her. In front of him Tashkent let out a whimper of her own, one that escalated into a gasp as the tip was finally in, followed by more and more of his shaft. Despite her petite stature she took him in deeper, enduring the discomfort and arching her back as his shaft filled her up – stopping only when nearly his entire shaft was inside her.
''Mn... Comrade...'' Tashkent breathed, shuddering as she felt him throb within her. ''Having you inside me... feels so wonderful... da?''
''Yeah.'' He breathed back, gripping her slim waist with both hands. ''I'll start moving?''
A silent nod and lip-bite from Tashkent prompted him to start pulling out, his cock scraping her tightly-squeezing walls until only the tip was in. The frigid chill of the night air tempted him to push all the way back in, fitting the last inch inside his lover and earning a whimper from Tashkent. As he started moving in slow, long thrusts he found a rhythm to it, pumping himself in-and-out of her tight pussy and slowly getting Tashkent used to his size, her walls still clinging to his shaft but the discomfort waning.
Until soon Tashkent found herself mewling in bliss, pushing her petite ass back towards him. The Commander responded by pushing in faster than before, pulling a gasp out of her throat and swiftly melting it down into a moan of bliss. Wanting to hear more sounds like that the Commander grew more vigorous, his hips rocking with eager excitement and sheathing his swollen shaft deep inside Tashkent, bumping up against her cervix each time.
''Ah, ah... Comrade, Comrade...'' Tashkent repeated breathily, moaning a moment later. ''Harder, please...''
''You sure?''
''Yes, I can take it.'' The Destroyer jerked her head in a nod. ''Be as rough as you want with me.''
The Commander dared to take her up on that, his fingers digging into her waist more firmly and his hips jerking forth faster. His pelvis began to smack against her petite ass, driving him balls-deep into the tight Destroyer and fucking a moan out of her, the sound ringing so dangerously loud in the night. The risk of being caught though only made it more exciting, enticing the Commander to pound her with growing speed and elicit more adorable sounds from the Destroyer.
Wanting to see more of her too his right hand darted up to her shoulder, digging into the back of her yukata and pulling it down. Moaning Tashkent slid a hand down to her waist and fumbled about with her yukata, getting it loose enough that he could pull her yukata partway down her back, revealing her slender shoulder blades and pale back, her head tilted enough that she could look back at him.
And allow her to see him lean down and plant a kiss on her back. The Destroyer moaned at the little kiss and pushed her ass back towards him, immediately mewling sharply when he slammed into her tight womanhood with a buck of his hips, hilting inside her. She kept pushing back and he kept moving forth, both of them falling into a hurried rhythm that saw him filling her to the brim each time, the clapping of flesh becoming fast and uneven as they lost themselves in their searing bliss.
''Comrade, don't stop... it feels too good...'' Tashkent whispered, her voice quivering when he hilted in her again. ''I'm almost...!''
''Same...!'' He grunted back, throbbing against her clenching walls. ''I'll pull out in a-''
''No, don't.'' Tashkent breathed, startling him. ''Fill me.''
''But-''
Tashkent reached back, laying her left hand over his. ''I am yours Comrade... prove you'll make me yours, f-forever.''
The Commander didn't need more convincing than that; a tight groan escaping him as he grabbed her waist with both hands, ploughing her pussy with sudden vigour. Tashkent cried out at that, her pleasure-filled voice ringing through the forest as he slammed into her weeping womanhood, the raw slaps of skin-on-skin seeming to ring in their ears from the intensity, their bodies tensing up as they moved.
Until soon Tashkent couldn't handle it any longer. ''Y-Yes- AH~!''
The Commander saw white as he felt her slick inner walls clamp down on his cock, the intense, searing sensation immediately pushing him to orgasm. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock and splattered deep inside Tashkent, pumping straight into her womb as he hilted inside her and likely knocked her up – eliciting a sharp, shaky whimper from Tashkent. Whether from the creampie or the prospect of being impregnated, he didn't know nor care in that moment.
He wasn't sure how much time passed; only that he gradually came down from his high with a reflexive groan, pleasure tingling across his cock and tempting him to slowly pull out of her hot vice. The tip soon sprung from Tashkent's puffy pussy lips, bringing with it a slow drip of white that dripped from her slit onto the grass below, tempting the Destroyer to shut her legs with a moan.
''Ah... hah...'' She panted heavily and stumbled upright, turning to face him. ''Comrade...''
The Commander responded by offering her a hand, one that Tashkent accepted – groaning when he pulled her into a tight embrace and mashed his lips against her own. The Destroyer returned the kiss wholeheartedly; moaning into his mouth as he turned them around and slowly sat down with his back to the tree, letting Tashkent sit on his lap.
And in turn, allow his still-hard cock to press against her bare pussy.
''Mm...'' Tashkent breathed, leaning back from the kiss. ''Comrade... still up for more...?''
''If you are.'' He took her right hand in his, their fingers interlocking.
With a slight smile Tashkent obliged, putting her knees under herself and sitting up, allowing him to guide his cock with his left hand, rubbing the bulbous head against her entrance – and both of them moaned as she lowered herself down, impaling herself onto his dick. The feeling of being connected once more felt just as blissful as it did the first time, her walls sticky with their mixed fluids and easing him in all the way off the bat.
Keeping their rights hands connected Tashkent laid her left on his shoulder, gripping it for support – before with a moan the Destroyer started to ride him. Slowly at first she moved, working her hips with inexperience but sensual rolls, taking his girth into her tight pussy. It didn't take long for Tashkent to get used to him, her waist moving with growing confidence until she was riding him properly.
''Ahn...'' Tashkent breathed, slipping her hand out of his – pulling her yukata open to reveal her bare body to him.
The Commander shuddered at the sight, running his eyes down her small chest and smooth stomach, his gaze ending on their joined parts – watching his cock pump between her nether lips. The Destroyer cupped his cheek and lured his gaze back to her face, leaning in not a moment later and kissing him. He reciprocated wholeheartedly, both of them moaning into it and introducing their tongues into the mix, French-kissing as she rode him.
The need to breathe soon forced them apart. Caressing her small ass the Commander kept Tashkent bouncing, intimately feeling himself slide in-and-out of her pussy – the heat of her clamping walls blissful compared to the night's chill. The feeling only became more so when Tashkent arched her back and leaned closer to him, pushing herself down onto his pulsating shaft and whimpering for even more. A desire that he complied with; grunting as he bucked his hips up and speared into his lover's heat.
''Mm!'' She screwed her eyes shut briefly. ''Yes, move like that...''
The Commander complied. With lust fuelling his efforts he plunged himself up into her tight heat, groaning in bliss as he felt her walls clamp down on him in return. The tightness failed to stop him from slamming up into her, pulling her down by her hips and bumping against her cervix with every hurried thrust, fucking no small number of moans out of Tashkent's pinkish lips.
Their prior orgasms had sapped them of some stamina though; their nerves extra sensitive and hurrying their movements. The clapping of flesh felt all the louder in the quiet, their heavy breaths intimately audible in the brief moments they weren't kissing; whines and groans interspersing each smooch, said smooches becoming increasing sparse as the heat in their joined parts reached a searing, pulsing apex.
''Tashkent, gonna...!'' The Commander gasped out, feeling her tightening.
Tashkent clutched onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck – and with a whimper into his ear she climaxed for the second time that night. The Commander came almost instantly after, yanking her waist down and thrusting up, bumping against her cervix before unloading his seed deep inside the Destroyer. She dug her nails into his back with a squeak; burying her face into his neck and convulsing against him as he filled her womb with his seed, the two back-to-back creampies only increasing the risk. A risk Tashkent gladly took on.
''Ahh... ahn...'' The Destroyer slumped against him, resting her head against his shoulder. ''Commander... it feels... so hot... in my belly...''
The Commander just breathed an agreement, tugging her yukata back up her shoulders to shield her from the cold. Tashkent smiled at that and lifted herself off his cock before cuddling into his chest, tempting him to hug her close – sharing body heat as they bathed in the afterglow.
It would end up being another half-hour before they returned to the town, re-joining their entourage and finishing up the night with some drinks and chatter, the rest of the fleet unaware of what took place in the forest.
Not until nine months later, that is.
[END]
