A/N: Initially wrote the first half of this a while ago back in December 2021 and finished it off not too long ago. Turned out quite well, I'd say~
Do enjoy~
Special To Me
It was a bright, sunny autumn day at the Naval Base.
Days such as it became increasingly infrequent as the autumn season waned and winter took hold; the coming cold already felt on the chillier, rainier days. From within the confines of his cosy office the Commander was spared from said cold; the just-right temperature keeping him warm but not hot, allowing him to do his work with maximum efficiency.
Or so was normally the case. Instead today his ever-loyal secretary, Le Triomphant, had called in sick suddenly and asked for time off, which he readily gave her. The fact she was ill was a bit odd, given how fine she had looked yesterday, but he had no reason to distrust Le Triomphant – instead calling up Forbin to cover for her. Though dutiful, the bustier blonde Destroyer wasn't as capable as Le Triomphant, largely due to simple experience, though he never said as much. Help was help, and it would be rude to say such things to her face.
''I hope she's doing okay...''
The Commander murmured the words to himself as he slung on his white jacket, buttoning it up as he gazed out the sunlit window. Forbin remained at her desk next to his own, closing up shop for today whilst he left early to check on Le Triomphant. Forbin graciously accepted the duty without protest, something he made a mental note to pay her back for later down the line. For now however his focus was on the petite blonde who had stayed by his side for so very long, and her sudden bout of illness.
Finishing his jacket the Commander meandered over to the door, calling out a light 'see you' to Forbin before disappearing out into the hallway beyond. It was short journey outside and to the dorms across the base, smiling and waving at some of his subordinates as he passed, but for the most part it was a quiet walk, his usual Destroyer escort unable to accompany him on this lovely, sunny day. The thought weighed down his heart a little and he briefly considered stopping by the hospital to grab some medicine, but he held off on that for now, not wanting to worry Vestal too.
''Maybe some tea, though...''
The idea stuck, and with a twist of his heels the Commander changed tracks; heading towards his house on the edge of the base instead.
X-x-X
It didn't take long to gather a couple Darjeeling tea-bags, already knowing it advance that Le Triomphant owned the right equipment to make tea in her own room.
It also didn't take long to reach the dorms with them. Passing under the archway entrance the Commander smiled at a passing Lexington and Saratoga, making his way across the common area and calling out a light-hearted greeting to several Ship-Girls as he passed, making his way up the several sets of stairs all the way to the fourth floor where Le Triomphant stayed along with the other Iris Libre girls. And naturally, due to the size of the floor and the limited number of Iris Libre girls present, a lot of the room were empty – several empty ones around Le Triomphant's own, reserved undoubtedly for her own sisters when they one day arrived.
Soon the Commander ended up in front of her bedroom door. He stopped outside it, quiet and listening intently for any sound, but none was to be heard within – prompting him to raise a hand.
Knock-knock-knock~
''Triomphant? Are you awake?'' The Commander called out.
Quiet, for a moment. Then he heard a shifting of cloth against sheet and light, nigh-inaudible feet tap against the carpet, approaching – before the door unlocked and was pulled open slightly, revealing the pretty face of Le Triomphant. Contrary to his expectations she didn't look haggard or terribly sick, though she did look a bit nervous and shy, clutching at the side of the door with slender fingers and cheek pressing against the wood, steadying herself.
''Commander...'' Le Triomphant murmured. ''D-Do you need something?''
''I came to check up on you.'' He said lightly, nodding at the door. ''Can I come in?''
''Erm, well...'' Le Triomphant squirmed. ''I-I'm still sick, so you shouldn't. It would be terrible if you fell ill because of me.''
''Nonsense, it'll be fine.'' The Commander said, before looking her over once more. ''Unless... you don't want me to come inside?''
Le Triomphant hesitated. Then with a quiet sigh she stepped back and tugged the door open, the rather graceless motion invoking his curiosity. He held his tongue for the moment however and entered, politely taking off his shoes once he was inside and leaving them neatly by her door, glancing up as Le Triomphant meandered back over to her bed and sat down on it, hands folded in her lap. She looked... defeated, almost. Shoulders slumped, head slightly bowed, eyes staring at nothing... it was so unlike the normal Le Triomphant that he couldn't help but be worried.
''I brought some Darjeeling.'' He said, his voice filling the quiet bedroom. ''Do you want me to make some?''
Silence, then a soft 'yes please'. That was all.
The lack of real response only further worried him but he went over to her desk and made their tea all the same. It wasn't anything fancy like the Royal Navy girls did, just a tea-bag with hot water poured onto it and stirred, but he knew Le Triomphant would enjoy it all the same.
As he stirred their cups he took a peek behind himself back at her. Le Triomphant remained in the same position, head down, the blue wall behind her contrasting her bright blonde hair. With the tall windows provided by the fourth-floor dorm rooms plenty of sunlight poured in and lit up part of her bed, his own shadow visible on the wall behind her, his gaze flickering down to the pale blue carpet and noticing some tiny stains too. Things that, ordinarily, Le Triomphant would be aghast to have him see, thinking it unbecoming of something as prim and proper as her.
But in her current state? Either she didn't notice, or simply didn't care. And that, amongst everything else, told him she wasn't really sick. Not physically, anyway.
Glancing down at the two cups of tea the Commander took the spoons out and slid the ornate cups onto saucers, carrying them over to Le Triomphant. Gently the Commander eased himself down into the seat next to her, holding her cup out to her. After a moment she took it, murmuring a soft thanks and bringing the rim to her lips, sipping. She offered no complaints, but didn't really react either way.
''What's bothering you?'' He cut straight to the point, gazing at her downtrodden visage. ''You're not really sick, are you?''
''No... I'm not. Forgive me Commander, I just... I just needed some time alone today.'' Le Triomphant lowered her head. ''Forgive me. I... I'm sorry I-''
''Ssh.'' The Commander laid a hand on her shoulder, squeezing. ''You don't have to apologise to me for that, Triomphant. Just tell me next time. If you need time off, you can get it with no questions asked. You deserve that much after everything you've done.''
A tiny smile crossed her lips. ''...thank you, Commander. You're far too generous with me.''
''As I said, you deserve it.'' The Commander warmly sat, hand sliding off her shoulder but going down to her right hand, nudging the back of it with his own hand. ''Tell me what's bothering you though. I can't bear to see you like this.''
Le Triomphant hummed softly, filling the ensuing silence with a long, drawn-out sip of her tea, no doubt using the long pause to organise her thoughts. Only after her lips left the rim and she drew in a breath did she speak.
''I've... just been missing my sisters lately, is all.'' Le Triomphant confessed despondently, lowering her cup. ''Seeing everyone having fun with their own sisters, talking about how much they adore them... it just breaks my heart, knowing my own sisters are an ocean away doing who knows what.''
''What if something happens to them? Would I ever know? What if I build up the courage to one day reconnect with them, only to find out they died years ago, maybe even by my hand unknowingly in some tragic night battle?'' Le Triomphant's voice wobbled. ''I don't know what I'd do if that happened... I don't know what I c-can do... I just...''
Seeing her shoulder quake the Commander wrapped an arm around her shoulders fully, pulling her close against his side. Le Triomphant gratefully accepted his hold and buried her face into his shoulder, sniffling as she held back tears, her bottled-up emotions getting the best of her. She didn't break down crying but he could tell she wasn't far from that point, tempting him to take her cup from her hands and lay them on the floor by their feet lest they spill.
''There, there...'' The Commander soothingly whispered, one hand coming up to stroke her hair. ''Nothing will happen to them. I've heard of what Le Malin and Le Terrible have done, and they've shown they won't go down easily.''
''I know.'' She mumbled into his shoulder. ''But what if-''
''What if nothing.'' The Commander gently but firmly cut her off. ''They'll make it. I promise.''
''You're an ocean away from them too.'' Le Triomphant sniffled, lifting her head from his shoulder to look him in the eye – eyes wet and getting red.
''But I'll make sure they make it through this war.'' The Commander responded with such firm belief Le Triomphant couldn't find it in her to deny his words. ''I'll sail over there myself and drag them into your arms if that's what it takes.''
''C-Commander...'' Le Triomphant sniffed, one hand hurriedly wiping at her eyes. ''They might hate me though... we chose different sides, what if they don't want to talk to me, even if you do that...''
''Would they?''
''Huh?'' The blonde Destroyer raised her head, looking him in the eye.
''Do you think they'd do that?'' The Commander asked firmly. ''Would Le Malin hate you? Would Le Terrible refuse to talk to you?''
Silence.
''We both know the answer, Triomphant.'' The Commander said more softly, expression becoming more gentle as he raised a hand and wiped away her budding tears. ''They'll be just as glad to see you as you are to see them.''
Le Triomphant hiccuped, laying her hand over his and trying to speak, but emotion choked up her words. The Commander just smiled and pulled her back into a hug, holding her close and resting his chin upon her head. She buried her face into his collarbone and held onto him, clutching onto the back of his jacket and sniffling, one hand coming up to wipe away the tears before they could mess up her make-up.
It was a full minute of just hugging before Le Triomphant had composed herself enough to break away, gently squirming out his warm embrace and flashing an adoring smile up at him, sniffling as she wiped away the remnant tears. He returned the smile. unable to ignore how beautiful the Destroyer looked even when on the verge of bursting into tears, said beauty accentuated by her sweet smile.
''Thank you, Commander... I needed that...'' Le Triomphant said softly. ''You always know how to make me feel better.''
''Probably because I know you the best.'' The Commander lightly teased, poking her nose.
Le Triomphant blushed, cupping his hand and bringing it to her cheek, letting him feel the warmth of said cheek. ''That you do... and... I know you the best too.''
The Commander hummed an agreement, running his thumb over the corner of her mouth and lips, darkening the blush on Le Triomphant's face. The cute expression only enamoured him further, unable to avoid looking into her flustered but sincere blue eyes, seeing the nervousness within them – and when she moved closer he didn't protest, almost curious as the Destroyer laid one hand on his shoulder and brought her face close to his.
''Commander, I...'' Le Triomphant pursed her lips and fell quiet; voice dropping to a whisper. ''...forgive me, but I must...''
Trailing off Le Triomphant leaned across the miniscule distance remaining, and pressed her lips against his. The kiss was slow but entirely unexpected, the Commander's eyes widening as the petite Destroyer kissed him – the genuine affection, the genuine love she held for him felt through the kiss alone. And slowly the Commander relaxed into the kiss, returning it and letting it drag out for several special seconds; breaking it off only when he felt the need to breathe, finding himself just a mere inch or two away from Triomphant herself.
''I've come to realise, Commander... how special you are to me...'' Le Triomphant confessed softly. ''And how much I want you to know that. I... I'm sorry if this comes out of nowhere, but I must say it, I really must...''
''No... no, it's fine.'' The Commander laughed faintly, resting his forehead against hers. ''Might come as a surprise... but, I find you rather charming too.''
Le Triomphant's cheeks burned and she smiled lovingly at him, eyes warm and adoring. ''Then may I...?''
The Commander nodded his head slowly. With a bashful smile Le Triomphant leaned in and pressed her lips against his own in another slow, romantic kiss, both of them sharing a quiet moment. After a moment they pulled apart but Le Triomphant found herself getting addicted; the Destroyer leaning back in and kissing him after barely a moment had passed. Humming into it the Commander laid a hand on her side and put his other on her waist, nudging Le Triomphant back onto the bed.
Le Triomphant broke off the kiss and shuffled back, her cheeks red as he climbed on top of her, immediately reclaiming her lips in a kiss. She mewled into it, not resisting as he took her wrists and pinned them to the bed; trusting him completely. The Commander didn't abuse that trust and took it slow, taking his time to kiss his petite lover before making his way down to her neck, planting one smooch after another down to her collarbone, kissing her there too.
''Mn- uyn...'' Le Triomphant moaned submissively, shivering.
The Commander smiled slightly, kissing down to her armpit and then down her side, tracing her exposed skin down to her skirt. Only then did he pause, sparing her a glance. Le Triomphant's cheeks turned red and she nodded, giving him permission – and with a light grin the Commander obliged, releasing her arms and shuffling back. The Destroyer helpfully pulled her puffy skirt up, revealing the thin white panties she wore and allowing him to peel them down her slender legs, tugging them off her feet and tossing them to the side.
Her pussy was smooth as his fingers slid along her lips, teasing her slowly. Le Triomphant shivered and opened her legs a little and whimpered as he spread her lips apart, revealing the quivering pink flesh within – and without hesitation the Commander took a lick. Le Triomphant squeaked at the sudden sensation, legs pushing inwards briefly before he nudged them apart again, taking another lick, and then another.
One lick after another teased her sex, his tongue wet with saliva as he licked and getting her a little wet – enticing him to move his tongue up to her clit, the tip of his tongue prodding the little bundle of nerves and coaxing a staggered moan from the Destroyer. His fingers kept her busy; two of them pushing inside her pussy and thrusting into her, wiggling lightly as they entered her.
''A-Ahh... Commander, oh it- myn~'' Le Triomphant arched her back and flopped back against the bed in the same breath, her lithe fingers curling in and grasping at the bed.
With a slight smile he twisted his fingers around, seeing what spots made Le Triomphant gasp the most and kissing her clit throughout – and when she least expected it he withdrew his fingers and dragged his tongue between her lips once more. The suddenness of it made the blonde cry out, clamping a hand over her mouth a second later with burning cheeks, but the Commander just flashed her a wink and kept eating her out, his tongue stroking her sex with evident eagerness.
His hands weren't idle either. His left slid onto her thigh and rubbed it whilst his other went to her pelvis, his thumb rubbing slow circles onto her clit, the pleasure earning a tight whimper from Le Triomphant. Though she tried to keep quiet her petite body still jerked and twitched with uncontainable pleasure, sliding down the bed slightly when she tried to push her pussy towards his mouth, silently begging for more.
He gave her it, his tongue sliding along her folds before wiggling side-to-side, earning a shaky moan from the Destroyer herself – her stomach taut as she lifted her waist up off the sheets. ''Ahn...''
''How does it feel?'' The Commander murmured, kissing her lips and moving down to her thighs; kissing her inner-thighs before moving over and tracing circles around her clit.
The stimulation made her shiver, but it was a brief enough reprieve to at least think straight. ''A-Amazing... it feels so much better than my own fing- u-um!''
''Oh~?'' The Commander just wiggled his brows, catching her faux-pas.
Le Triomphant just covered her face with both hands, whimpering into them. That was until he flicked her clit with his thumb, escalating her whimper into a whine and making her shudder cutely before him, his gaze drawn back down to her glistening-wet sex as it quivered for attention. The Commander gave it, spreading her wet lips apart once more and putting his tongue to work, tonguing the Destroyer with aroused eagerness.
However it was apparent Le Triomphant wasn't used to such stimulation; her gasps rapidly reaching a sharp, shaky pitch as he ate her out. Spasms shook her body and her fingers clutched onto anything she could grab ahold of it, be it his head or the bed, whimpering when he flicked or rubbed her clit. He didn't pause though; giving her no time to calm down and prolong the act, the unrelenting tonguing pushing Le Triomphant to her limit.
''Ah... a-ahh...!'' Her back arched, emphasising her petite form. ''Commander, Commander...! I can't- kya~!''
With a shrill, orgasmic cry Le Triomphant climaxed at last – slender legs clamping around his head and hand pushing him into her crotch. The Commander didn't resist, tonguing her even as she orgasmed and making her nearly squirt from the force of her climax, her hips jerking up-and-down and practically humping his mouth, every ounce of pleasure dragging out her orgasm for a little bit longer.
Until it came to an explosive end, and with a gasp Le Triomphant practically went slack against the sheets. Holding onto her lower back the Commander eased her back down onto the quilt and pulled his face out from her thighs, idly wiping his mouth and chin dry. His gaze lingered on her glistening pussy before sliding up her front, locking eyes with the flushed-scarlet Destroyer and offering her a smile.
Le Triomphant returned the smile, breathless as it was, and offered her hand. He took it, squeezing it reassuringly. ''I take it you liked that?''
''Y-Yes...'' Le Triomphant's voice wobbled as she spoke. ''It was unlike anything I've felt until now, hehe...''
The Commander smiled at that, his gaze flickering back to her sex as she spread her legs open, exposing her self to him. The reason why became apparent as her free hand palmed at his crotch, silent but asking, and with a hum the Commander nodded. He untangled his fingers from hers and undid his belt quickly, wasting no time in throwing it off and pushing his pants down, shoving his boxers down with them. Too horny to care about his state of dress he left them around his knees and climbed on top of Le Triomphant, one hand supporting his weight whilst his other guided his cock to her puffy lips, sliding the head along her entrance.
Le Triomphant snaked her hand across the sheets and into his own, squeezing it. ''...take me, Commander. I'm yours.''
The Commander needed no more permission than that, easing himself between her folds – and with a tight sigh he entered her. He made sure to do it slow but that didn't make it any less intense, intimately feeling her vaginal walls clamp around him, searingly hot and ever so snug. Beneath him Le Triomphant pursed her lips and endured the slight discomfort that came with losing her first time, but there was remarkably little pain, just a smidgen of a sting and no more.
Sensing that the Commander kept pushing in; managing to fit just over half his cock inside her tight pussy before he met some resistance, prompting him to stop and give her time to adjust. Le Triomphant squeezed his hand in thanks, her breaths deep and slow and her eyes shut. Then she cracked her eyes open and peered up at him, a warm smile spreading across her lips before she nodded.
''Go on. I can handle it.'' The Destroyer whispered to him.
The Commander obliged, planting his other hand over hers and holding them. Only then did he start to move, grunting as he slowly pulled out and then drove himself back inside, intimately feeling how her walls parted for his shaft yet clenched ever so tightly around him when he pulled out, the addictive feeling forcing a groan from his throat. Said groan became muted as Le Triomphant pulled him down into a sudden, but not unwanted kiss; both of them shuddering as they kissed while doing something so lewd.
Moving his now-free hand down her front he slipped his hand in through the side of her leotard, cupping the blonde's small breast. Le Triomphant moaned into his mouth and laid her hand over his own, encouraging him to fondle her more; tightening up when he flicked her perky nipple. Equal parts encouraged and aroused the Commander gladly teased the little nub more, relishing the cute whine he eventually teased out of Le Triomphant.
''Ah, Commander, hah~'' The Destroyer moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist as best she could. ''F-Faster...!''
The Commander complied, groaning with effort as he sped up. Friction teased his shaft as he plunged into Le Triomphant's slick tunnel practically as fast as his hips would let him, forcing in the last bit of his dick and stuffing her to the brim – earning a loud moan from his lover as he filled her completely. Her searing flesh conformed to the shape of his shaft, quivering as he repeatedly slammed between it and hilted in her again and again, the very tip of his cock bumping against her innermost parts like a battering ram.
Combined with their prior foreplay and Le Triomphant wasn't going to last long – and neither was he. Heat crept up his cock and pressure begged to be released, the relentless friction forcing more of it up, but he couldn't stop ploughing the Destroyer. Stealing another kiss the Commander muffled their mutual moans, feeling the bed rock from the force of his thrusts as he sheathed himself inside Le Triomphant so roughly, his end nigh.
''I can't...!'' The Commander managed to grit out, holding back the urge.
Until Le Triomphant pulled on his hair, lips pressing against his own – allowing her to whisper against them. ''Inside me, p-please...!''
Her voice rose to a shrill pitch, her sex clamping tight – and after no more than two thrusts the Commander climaxed, gasping as he shot his load. He saw white and just kept thrusting, unloading his heat into Le Triomphant and making her cry out in unadulterated bliss, her pussy wringing his cock and squeezing even more seed out of him, every thick splatter ending deep inside her. Just cumming inside her felt so intense he almost couldn't stop; his hips relentlessly thrusting even as his orgasm waned.
Until his stamina suddenly vanished, and with a gritted groan he sheathed himself balls-deep in Le Triomphant, unloading the last of his seed into her womb. ''Ahh...''
Beneath him Le Triomphant shivered, a soft whine escaping her lips as she came down from her own high; pleasurable aftershocks making her twitch and squirm beneath him. They laid there for what felt like ages, too busy gulping in air to speak; the silence disturbed only when he found the strength to pull out – coaxing a cute mewl from Le Triomphant's lips.
''Ahh... Commander...'' The Destroyer breathed, shivering as his cum slowly leaked out of her sex. ''...you're still hard...''
True to her word he was still as hard as a rock, his cock standing at attention. The Commander flushed red at that and tried to wave it off, but even as he murmured excuses Le Triomphant managed to turn herself over onto her front and get her knees under herself. After a moment of fumbling her skirt came off, and then her leotard came off afterwards; one item of clothing after another removed until the petite blonde was completely nude in front of him, her cheeks scarlet as she bent herself over on all fours, presenting her ass to him.
He didn't need a more obvious invitation than that. Restraining the urge to take her right away he removed his own clothes, his shirt and jacket ending on the bed whilst his pants and boxers were finally kicked off his legs, allowing him to get on his knees behind Le Triomphant – his eyes greedily roaming over her taut back and slender shoulders, trailing his gaze down to her rather perky ass, his cock soon pressing against it.
''Mm... go on...'' Le Triomphant pushed her butt against him. ''...as many times as it takes, until you're satisfied...''
The Commander murmured a soft agreement, guiding the tip down to her lips – and with a synchronised moan he slid right on inside. She was wet enough that he slid in all the way on the first thrust, her sticky walls clamping around him and squeezing a tight moan from his throat. Both of his hands grasped her slim waist and pulled her back towards him, pushing him in all the way, and when Le Triomphant offered no protest he started to move; pumping in-and-out of her dripping entrance.
Le Triomphant paid him back with sweet, adorable moans, her arms quaking under her own weight but managing to push her ass back towards him, willingly impaling herself onto his cock. Without her puffy clothes on he could admire her petite body in much greater clarity, admiring the curve of her hips or how slender her physique was, akin to that of a ballerina's. As if sensing his lustful gaze Le Triomphant glanced out of the corner of her eye back at him, demure but with love shining in her eyes.
''More...'' Le Triomphant mewled, pulling a pillow close and pushing her face into it. ''D-Do it faster...''
The Commander complied with her wish; grunting as he pistoned himself into her with stronger, harsher thrusts of his hips, relishing how her walls constricted his cock. With every thrust his pelvis clapped the Destroyer's ass, making it jiggle alluringly and enticing him to do it more, his gaze flickering further up as Le Triomphant arched her back – the smooth curve emphasised with her face buried down in a pillow, the head-down-ass-up position letting him hilt in her at just the right angle.
Until he moved his hands to her biceps, and pulled them back. Le Triomphant squeaked as he pulled her upright, still on her knees but with back arched towards him – and with a mutual moan he continued pounding his petite lover, the new angle soon fucking a cry of bliss out of her. Every smack of flesh seemed to echo through the room and the headboard banged against the wall, the dull thuds only fuelling his lust and encouraging him to be rougher, to pound her so hard she wouldn't forget it.
''Ah! Yes, Commander! P-Please don't- mn, stop...!'' Le Triomphant managed to get out between sharp cries, her ass desperately pushing back against him when she could.
He could feel her tightening up again; her back visibly becoming tense and her hips jerking back more than they did roll, her end nearing. The thought made him plough her harder, easily slamming his cock up into her drooling lips and bumping against her cervix again and again, unhindered no matter how tight she became. The cum still inside her helped; the sloppy feeling fuelling his arousal.
''Mn, Triomphant...'' He grunted into her ear, managing to lean down and kiss her shoulder, still yanking her back by her arms. ''I'm gonna cum again...''
''Do it... d-do it...!'' The Destroyer cried out, clenching around his dick needily. ''I... I- ah~!''
Slick flesh gripped his cock as Le Triomphant orgasmed for the third time that day, her shrill cry echoing off the walls. So tight did she become that he couldn't manage more than a few short, hilting thrusts before he blew his load – shooting ropes of cum up into her womb. Whimpering the blonde Destroyer pushed her ass back towards him, managing to impale herself several times before he pushed forth, sending them falling onto the bed with her pinned under him; spearing himself balls-deep into her tight sex.
''A-Ahh~'' Le Triomphant mewled at the feeling, dazed. ''Ah... ohh...''
The Commander groaned an agreement, practically spooning Le Triomphant from behind as they both came down from their highs, their panting breaths the only real sound. After a long minute he pulled out, groaning as he rolled over onto the bed next to her, one arm extended and prompting Le Triomphant to tiredly snuggle close – a small but sincere smile as he embraced her.
''Let's stay like this.'' The nude Destroyer whispered, pressing her face into his shoulder. ''Just for a while.''
He smiled, kissing her forehead. ''As you wish.''
They ended up snuggling on the bed for nearly an hour before retiring to the shower for some quick washing-up.
Safe to say, Le Triomphant wasn't nearly as lonely moving forward, not with him around.
[END]
