A/N: About time Sovetskaya Belorussiya got some attention, hm~?
Do enjoy~
Here and Now
The Commander had been serving in his role for over five years now. Perhaps because of that, it shouldn't be a surprise he'd eventually settled down and married one of his subordinates, considering his close relationship with many of them.
Though few might expect it would be Sovetskaya Belorussiya of the Northern Parliament who would eventually capture his heart and get married to him. However upon closer inspection it shouldn't come as a surprise; Belorussiya was his envoy to the Northern Parliament and one of the few dignitaries who worked alongside him long-term, handling communications and such between him and the nation's navy, helping coordinate against Siren attacks or help with relief efforts.
When they married, though, Belorussiya opted to become his full-time secretary instead, allowing them to work closer together... though, as of late, that hadn't been happening as much, due to a surge of Siren activity in the Baltic Sea requiring her attention and personal coordination in his stead. Couple that with a hefty work load on his end that left him tired by the end of the day, and by the time both returned to their shared home they almost instantly went to bed after a quick dinner, not bothering with anything fancy and sometimes just eating the leftovers from the night before to save time.
''Mn...''
Groaning the Commander stirred from his slumber, eyes cracking open and one hand blearily wiping at his eyes. The dull grey hue to the bedroom around him told it was still early in the morning, probably around seven o'clock at the latest – giving him about an hour or so to get ready and be at the office. The thought made him shift, reluctant to leave the warmth of his bed but knowing he had to...
...but when he rolled onto his side he was surprised to see the other half of his bed empty, and his wife absent. Confused the Commander pushed himself up on his arms, looking around as if to find her elsewhere, when he noticed a note on the bedside table. Tugging it close he had to squint to read it, eyes still a bit bleary despite his best attempts at wiping the sleep away.
Good morning my darling.
Sorry I'm not here to wake you, I thought I'd head to the office early and get started on work.
I made you some breakfast, it's on the table in foil.
I set an alarm for you too in case you don't wake up at your usual time.
See you at work.
Love, your Belorussiya.
The Commander read through it, a smile slowly spreading across his face. 'Heh. I'm lucky to have you as a wife, Belo.'
Feeling motivated by his wife's kindness the Commander pushed off the covers and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, setting about getting ready for the day.
…
It didn't take more than an hour for the Commander to go through his morning routine, eat the filling breakfast left by Belorussiya and make the modest walk across the naval base, soon arriving at the office just a minute before he was officially due to start.
Pausing long enough to knock on the double doors to his office the Commander swiftly stepped inside, a slight smile on his face. ''I saw your note, Belo.''
''I hoped you would.'' With amusement lacing her voice his wife responded, a smirk curling at her lips as she scribbled her signature onto another document.
The beautiful blue-haired Battleship sat behind her secretary desk, a large pile of documents in the 'complete' tray and only a modest amount still in the 'incomplete' tray – though experience taught him that they'd be getting several more stacks as the day progressed via the mail and such. Still, to see so much work complete this early in the morning was a delight to see, and only made him adore his wife all the more.
''Ah, this was from HQ for you specifically.'' Belorussiya remarked, rising from her seat and walking around the desk, a thick white envelope in her right hand.
The Commander smiled and took it with one hand – whilst his other wrapped itself around her curvy waist, pulling her against his side and stealing a quick kiss. Belorussiya smiled into and hummed, reciprocating without missing a beat and caressing his cheek, both of them just spending a long moment to share some intimacy after so much hectic work. The moment soon passed though and they broke apart; Belorussiya returning to her desk with a light hum whilst he took the envelope over to the table in the corner, setting about making them both a cup of coffee. Once the pot was on to boil he popped the envelope open with a finger, curiously withdrawing the paper from within.
''Hm...?'' His eyes ran down the document and gradually widened. ''I'd forgotten I'd sent a request for that...''
''Hm?'' Belorussiya glanced up from her work. ''Request for what?''
''Time off.'' He waved the document around with a growing smile. ''HQ just approved a week off for me.''
Belorussiya's eyes lit up at the thought, a broad smile spreading across her lips.
The Commander just cracked a wry grin. ''Thoughts on a holiday?''
Belorussiya's response came in the form of a swift chain of kisses, their work left forgotten for a solid ten minutes.
X-x-X
The couple left early on the morning on their week off.
They already had it all planned out; having been wanting to take a holiday to the Northern Parliament for many months now. Thus it was with great enthusiasm that Rossiya Belorussiya took him back to her homeland, docking in Leningrad before whisking him off to a quaint town further inland. In contrast to the sprawling cities the town was much more peaceful and out-of-the-way, a warmly-lit haven amidst a vast snowfield that stretched out into the horizon on one side, only a few trees and distant farm buildings within view, whilst on the other laid a vast mountain range that spired into the sky.
However while the town was comparatively small, that didn't meant there wasn't anything to do – on the contrary there was quite a bit. Stalls were set up on the snow-laden streets in cosy markets, stores served warm drinks and invited one in with their warm golden glow, there were art museums and ballet shows, there was a lot to do – much of it so different from the usual sights back at the base that it had its own novel feel to it.
And after each day of sight-seeing and relaxing, they always returned to their temporary home just on the outskirts of town, located up on the mountain. A small cottage it may be but the view was unrivalled; their frosted windows giving them plentiful views over the entire town and of the distant snowscape.
The view from the bedroom was arguably the best because of that.
Fwip~
The sound of paper fluttering languidly was audible in the otherwise quiet bedroom as the Commander turned a page in his book, laid back against a propped-up pillow and lazily reading the spy novel in his hands. Though it was still a short while before dinner he was tucked up in bed, wearing just a button-up shirt and some boxers as he read. The pale blue walls of the room lingered in his peripherals, joined by the deep blue carpet of the floor.
Over to his left laid the wide wall-to-wall window, giving him a beautiful view of the distant horizon. With their elevation and the distance from the nearest civilian residence there was little fear of being seen, allowing them to keep the curtains wide open and let in a gloomy, but still beautiful grey light, the gloomy tinge complimenting the room's colours. Belorussiya agreed with the sentiment.
The thought of his wife made the Commander look up. ''I'm surprised you're able to change with the curtains open.''
''It's fine.'' His wife languidly remarked. ''Even should someone see, I do not mind. I'm yours, after all.''
The Commander smiled wryly at that, bending the page corner with a thumb before closing his book, setting it aside. Instead he focused on his wife fully – admiring her curvaceous body as it was adorned with a black nightgown. A pair of midnight stockings hugged her long legs as well, suspended by a pair of garters connected to a matching dark belt around her waist, still leaving plenty of skin on show.
He was glad for that; able to admire his wife in a more sexy light as she sashayed over, a sensual hum escaping her as she crawled onto the bed. Amused he held out a hand and let her rest her chin on his lightly-curled fingers, rubbing it as if she was a cat – the comparison earning a synchronised chuckle from them both. Belorussiya shuffled closer at that, totally relaxed as she laid down by his side and tempting him to wrap an arm around her slender side, holding her against him almost-possessively.
Belorussiya took notice; a teasing smile curling at her lips. ''Hm? Afraid of me being whisked away, darling?''
''No.'' He kissed her nose. ''Just want to make sure you know you're mine.''
''Ooh, I do like it when you act like this.'' Belorussiya cooed.
Lips quirking up into a smile the Commander leaned in, connecting said lips with her own. The kiss was slow but romantic, both just taking a moment to savour the moment, to be able to actually relax without fear of work or missing deadlines. They drew apart after just a moment but both couldn't resist the urge to lean in a second time, stealing another quick kiss. Then another, and another – until soon one little kiss became a full-blown make-out session, slow hums and soft murmurs shared between their lips.
The Commander hummed at that and slipped his right hand down, coyly grabbing her ass, his palm rubbing her rear better. Belorussiya merely smirked into the kiss and replied by working on the buttons of his shirt, her slender fingers undoing each individual button one by one until she had it open, allowing his wife to slide her slender fingers over his chest. Though her touch was light he shivered all the same, feeling her nails gently rake down his flesh, her right hand making its way down his stomach. He didn't stop her, paying close attention to her fingers as they dipped beneath the covers and into his boxers, curling around his cock and caressing it.
''Mm... it's been a while since we've been able to have sex.'' Belorussiya casually remarked, running her thumb over the tip. ''Want to?''
''Absolutely.'' Groaning the word out the Commander gave her ass a light smack, colouring her cheeks a light pink hue.
Taking the hint though Belorussiya shifted down, her slender legs disappearing under the covers as she joined him. Her lips made contact with his own only briefly, soon pecking down his jawline and along his collarbone, working their way down past his pectorals. The Commander could only lay there and shiver, feeling her smooch further south, her hand slipping out of his boxers just so she could pull them down.
Without missing a beat Belorussiya planted a kiss on the tip, her eyes locked onto his own as she methodically started to smooch down his shaft, lips soft and attentive and easily making him moan. Smirking at that the busty vixen curled her fingers around the base and stroked it more, her lips smooching down the underside firmly all the while. That was until her tongue slipped out, sliding along his rapidly-hardening cock and quickly getting him fully erect, his dick twitching against her face.
''Hmph. You got perky fast.'' Belorussiya commented with an amused twinkle in her eyes.
''H-Hard not to...'' His attempt at firing a quip back faltered as his wife gripped his dick tighter – her thumb and index finger forming a snug 'O' shape around his girth and jerking him faster.
Without breaking eye-contact the Battleship kissed her way back up his cock, lips teasing the tip – before with little fanfare she took it into her mouth. The Commander moaned at the heavenly sensation, pushing his head back against the pillows and relishing the wet heat that swallowed up the whole head of his shaft, her lips firmly pursing just under it. Belorussiya sucked back up to the tip, teasing him by swirling her tongue around it several times before she mercifully pushed her head down, taking more of his shaft inside.
She didn't stop there, humming around his cock as she went deeper; soon taking half of him within her hot wet mouth. Belorussiya swiftly slurped back to the tip and went back down on him, her curled fingers still stroking the bottom half at the same time – the smooth, fluid motions easily coaxing a moan out of him, heat shuddering up his shaft. He laid a hand on her head but Belorussiya just chuckled around his cock, her tongue deviously swirling around it and wetting the sides, her spit dribbling down his girth in thick, opaque streaks.
''Ohh...'' The Commander brushed her blue locks out of the way, letting him get a good look at her face. ''Keep sucking...''
Humming an agreement Belorussiya tilted her head, giving his cock a strong suck before popping her lips off. ''I wonder if we did this outside it'd turn into a popsicle, heheh.''
''Don't say that, it's a scary thought...''
''I jest, Commander.'' She kissed the tip. ''Mostly.''
Anything he wished to say melted into a moan as she took him back into her mouth, sucking him off with renewed vigour. Her stroking fingers sped up in their motions, pumping from the base to halfway up his shaft, bumping against her bottom lip before it went back down again. Her tongue too was relentless; slapping again the tip or slithering down around the head, tickling him just enough to make him moan.
Only to suddenly pop her lips off the tip and unhand his cock. The Commander was about to groan in protest but the sound caught in his throat; eyes honing in on Belorussiya's slender fingers as they pinched the straps of her nightgown and peeled them off. With a flutter her black nightgown fell down to her stomach, baring her large breasts for him to see – and also allowing his wife to lean down, and smother his cock between her tits.
''A-Ahh...'' The Commander moaned shakily, twitching against her tits. ''B-Belo...''
''Hmhm. Does it feel good, Commander?'' Belorussiya cooed teasingly.
The Commander grunted an agreement, both hands moving to her shoulders and lightly rubbing them – moaning as the Battleship moved her breasts up-and-down his shaft. The feeling of her hot, soft flesh rubbing against his shaft, enveloping it in an inviting heat, felt too good; only made moreso when Belorussiya drooled down onto the tip, helping lubricate it and sliding him between her tits easier.
Combined with her prior blow-job, and the Commander suddenly found himself unable to hold back. ''Belo- Mn!''
Belorussiya cooed as thick ropes of white erupted from his cock, splattering against her chin and neck with how powerfully his seed shot out. The ensuing spurts fell down onto her tits, layering streaks of white over one another whilst other bits dribbled down between her breasts. The Commander merely moaned at the feeling, lifting his hips briefly and thrusting into her chest, smearing some cum across his own cock in the process, lubricating it somewhat.
Until with a chuckle Belorussiya leaned back, her lips touching the tip and taking it into her mouth – and then deep-throated him. The sudden wet warmth made him gasp and seize up, still hypersensitive from his orgasm, but mercifully Belorussiya didn't tease him for longer; giving his dick a quick, firm slurp up to the tip, cleaning up the last of his seed.
''Mm- ahh~'' The Battleship exhaled, popping her lips off the tip. ''Enjoy that~?''
The Commander's deep, satisfied moan told all that she needed to hear, earning a smirk from the Northern woman. Sitting more upright she straddled his waist and laid her hands on his shoulders, tempting the Commander to push himself upright – allowing their lips to meet in a passionate kiss. Belorussiya smiled into it, humming when one of his hands dropped to her rear, giving her shapely behind a light smack.
Teasing him back the Battleship rolled her waist, grinding her panty-clad pussy against his shaft – the lace fabric rough but arousing against his shaft. Growling playfully he slipped a hand down and tucked two fingers into her underwear, tugging them to the side and allowing his shaft to rub up against her lips directly, pleased to find she was already a little wet with anticipation. The thought that she was looking forward to this as much as he was aroused him, his dick twitching with anticipation.
And soon tempting him to guide the tip to her lips, and ease her down by the hip.
''Mn- ohh... I've missed this...'' Belorussiya breathed, eyes fluttering shut.
The Commander groaned deeply in agreement, gripping her curvaceous hips and pulling her down deeper – intimately feeling her walls part for his intruding shaft and squeeze him lovingly. Shifting his hands down to her ass he lifted her up, savouring her tightness; and sharply groaned as Belorussiya smacked herself down onto his cock. The last inch or two slid in with the motion, leaving them fully connected; a feeling that Belorussiya herself quite enjoyed.
Her deep moan told well of that. As did her ensuing mewl as she lifted her hips of her own accord, slowly settling into a rhythm and bouncing her on his cock – quickly gaining speed as she remembered how to move her waist, taking him in deep. Ever the tease though Belorussiya soon spiced it up, her hips rolling more and stirring him around her clenching womanhood, forcing a tight moan from the Commander's throat.
''Ah, Belo...!'' The Commander bucked his hips up in response.
The unexpected deep thrust fucked a gasp out of Belorussiya, the blue-haired woman soon shuddering as the shock wore off and the pleasure washed over her. Encouraged by the sight he bucked his hips up more, timing it just when she was about to drop back down his cock and plunging himself balls-deep into her, making Belorussiya tighten pleasurably around him, as if begging for him to unload within her.
His wife was far from submissive however, a naughty smirk soon curling at her lips. Gripping his shoulders his wife pushed him flat onto his back, leaning over him and smacking herself down with more force, moaning throatily as his cock slide easily between her slick walls. Stubbornly still he bucked his hips up, driving himself into his wife, but Belorussiya was in charge now and controlled the flow.
''Mm~! That's it, work those hips~'' Belorussiya teased, leaning back upright and brushing her hair back with both hands – shamelessly giving him a view of her near-naked body, her breasts jiggling from their movements.
The fact the window was right there too, casting greyish light over Belorussiya's bare frame and risking her being seen by some perverse voyeur, only made it more exciting rather than less – tempting the Commander to suddenly sit upright and snake his arms around her, kissing her aggressively. Belorussiya moaned in surprise but reciprocated all the same, a coy smile curled at her lips as she kept riding him; leaning back slightly when he held her back.
Barely a second passed after their lips parted before he darted in, suddenly and aggressively nipping her neck; giving her a hickey. Belorussiya gasped, tightening around him, but melted the next moment with a delighted moan – shivering against him as he marked her again, and then again, as if to make sure any man who saw her knew who she belonged to. The rare possessiveness made his wife clutch onto him, moans becoming throatier as she worked her waist faster, getting them off as quick as her hips would move.
''Ah, C-Commander...!'' Belorussiya's voice shook. ''Yes, yes...!''
Her fingers slid through his hair and clutched onto it, pulling him out of her neck and mashing their mouths together in a rough, messy kiss, one that barely muffled their unified moans as heat swelled up within them – until with a powerful jerk, Belorussiya climaxed.
''AH~!'' His wife's sharp gasp was sweet on the ears; her whole body seizing up and smothering him with her slick heat.
A feeling he couldn't resist; cumming with a moan of his own. Her wet walls became sticky with his seed; spurt after spurt splattering deep inside Belorussiya and painting her insides white, the feeling earning an orgasmic moan from his wife. Even as they shuddered she pulled him into a kiss, muffling their mutual moans and rocking her hips feverishly, riding out their mutual orgasms for as long as it would last.
Gradually though the high waned, and with a satisfied sigh Belorussiya pulled back from the kiss, panting. Their mutual breathing was the only sound in the room for a moment, their eyes locked and breathing heavy – before Belorussiya cracked a slight smile and pecked him on the nose. The Battleship lifted herself up then, his dick sliding out of her bit by bit until the head escaped with a wet-sounding pop; the sudden lack of slick heat around his cock shudder-inducing.
''Mm...'' Shuffling back a bit Belorussiya leaned back – and cooed when he immediately leaned forth, pushing her down flat onto her back. ''Heh. Still eager for more, Commander?''
''You bet.'' The Commander rumbled.
Anything Belorussiya wished to say melted as he dove down and kissed her, devouring her voice and dissolving it into a moan. He broke off the kiss after but a moment, staring into his wife's amused blue eyes, before in a rush he started to strip. He wasn't wearing much and it took him mere seconds to discard his shirt and kick his boxers off his ankle, the sight apparently also enticing Belorussiya to strip too; humming as she lifted both legs and peeled her panties off alongside her garter-belt, her midnight-black stockings getting peeled off too. Her bundled-up nightgown was the last to come off, pulled up over her head and leaving his curvaceous wife completely naked; streaks of white still visible between her breasts and on her jaw.
The Commander relished the lewd sight and dove in, stealing another kiss. Belorussiya welcomed him with a pleased moan, hands resting back against the bed and enticing him to grab them – palm-to-palm and with their fingers slowly interlocking. Pressing his body down against hers his cock rubbed against her sex, so close to slipping in when he rocked his hips but unable to due to the angle – up until his wife slid a hand down and gently grasped his cock, guiding him a little lower.
And with a slow, firm thrust the Commander pushed inside – earning a mutual moan from them as they were connected once more.
Still sensitive from their previous orgasm the Commander didn't waste time taking it slow; swiftly starting to rock his waist and pump into her. He could still feel the cum inside Belorussiya, acting like a crude lube as he speared between her walls, earning a deep moan from his wife as he stirred up her quivering insides. She paid him back, thighs pressing against his hips and her long legs soon wrapping around his ass, pulling him into her.
''Mn...!'' The Commander grunted, breaking off the kiss. ''You're mine.''
''Da. That I am, Commander.'' His wife cooed.
He responded by stealing another quick kiss from his wife before shifting down, giving her another hickey on the other side of her neck. Belorussiya tightened blissfully around him, moaning as she untangled their fingers and instead slid her hands along his back, gently raking her nails across it – enticing him to plant his hands on the bed for support and pick up the pace. Fleshy smacks echoed off the walls and the bed began to rock beneath them, creaks and squeaks coming from the frame as he drove himself into his wife and made love to her.
As he pounded the Battleship he intimately felt her hands wander over his back. Slender digits traced the curve of his shoulder blades, slid down along his ribs and down his lower back before following his spine back up to his nape, one hand caressing it whilst her other slid around to his chest, palming it aimlessly. Her wandering touch only fuelled his arousal, a lustful growl escaping him as he bucked his hips harsher and fucked a moan out of his wife, her head tipping back.
Enticing him to dart down and kiss her throat – feeling her throat vibrate when she moaned deeply. ''Ohh, Commander...''
The Commander leaned up at that, mashing his mouth against hers and devouring her shaky moan. She cupped his face with both hands and held him into the kiss, their lower halves making contact faster and faster as he bottomed out in her relentlessly, her walls tightening around him but failing to stop him from pounding into her. He pressed himself down against her, their bodies as flush as could be as he hilted within her hot tunnel again and again, feeling her grip him needily, begging for more of his heat.
She wouldn't have to wait long. Growling into the kiss the Commander sped up, slamming himself into her and breaking off the kiss just in time to hear Belorussiya cry out – the sexy sound evolving into a hot curse in her native tongue. Eager to hear it more he kept moving, not pausing for even a moment, still hammering into her even when his palms grew sweaty against the sheets or his hips ache for a break; sheer, unbridled lust keeping him ploughing into his wife.
''Mn, Belo, here it- f-fu- Mn!''
A sharp, harsh grunt – and with an ensuing moan the Commander blew his load. Belorussiya arched her back with a sweet cry of bliss, strangling his throbbing cock and wringing rope after rope of cum from him, her legs locking tightly around his waist to keep him in deep. Spasms rocked her curvaceous body and shaky gasps slipped out of her lips, her walls wringing him tight and draining his balls for every drop of cum she could squeeze out of him.
Gradually his stamina waned, his ragged thrusts slowed, and with a deep groan the Commander buried his face in her hickey-laden neck and stopped. Belorussiya held onto him, her breath hot against his ear and the occasional moan slipping out as the aftershocks travelled through her, feeling him gradually soften inside her.
Until with a light sigh the Commander pulled out, shifting onto the bed next to her. With a sexy groan Belorussiya rolled onto her side to face him, smiling lovingly and running a hand over his chest idly, that same hand sliding around to his nape and pulling him in for another kiss.
''Mm...'' Belorussiya pulled back after a moment. ''I love you, darling.''
''Love you too Belo.''
A smooth chuckle teased his ear, and after one more kiss both settled in to the bed, relaxing in the gloom and reading his book together until it was time to make dinner.
[END]
