Scharnhorst and Gneisenau need more love. Hope y'all enjoy this lewd fic of our one-eyed raider.
It occurred to me that I uploaded this the day before her launch day (on AO3). That was a complete coincidence. So, happy launch day to Scharny! (along with Enterprise and Lexington.)
It was a fairly sunny day in Azur Lane, the waters calm and clear. It would be perfect for a nice outing on the beach, to unwind and relax after a hard day of work. That wasn't the case, however.
"Hey, watch out for those Pawns and Knights!"
"Queen on the port side, open fire, now!"
"Got it!"
"Scratch one flat top!"
Instead of relaxing at the base, a fleet of shipgirls were currently deployed in response to heightened Siren activity. Nothing too major but their presence did threaten some shipping routes.
"Come on! Is that all you got?"
For some, it was also a way to blow off steam. Scharnhorst was one of those individuals. A well-respected member of the Iron Blood faction with the skill and achievements to back it up, the battleship was a force to be reckoned with, even moreso when paired with her sister-ship Gneisenau.
When asked why she wasn't in charge of their faction, she simply answered, "It's not really my thing. Bismarck and my sister are more suited to administrative duties. Just tell me where to point my cannons and we're good."
She wasn't dumb by any means, in fact she would sometimes outsmart her opponents during training exercises. Her preferred method was to just simply shoot her way out, much to Bismarck's chagrin.
Ironically, both her and her leader were sometimes confused for each other when they spoke over intercoms. Their voices sounded quite similar, although Scharnhorst's more brash tone gave her away in comparison to Bismarck's composed manner of speech.
"Oi, mind your left, Dork!" Scharnhorst called out as she blasted a Knight cruiser into scrap metal.
"Refrain from addressing me that way or thou shalt be skewered upon mine blade." Duke of York snapped back as she crippled a Rook battleship for her comrades to finish off.
"Bah, whatever, you tea swigger."
It didn't take long for the Azur Lane forces to sink the rest of the Siren fleet. Their combined firepower and coordination made quick work of both the drones and humanoids, with the only major casualty being a hole in Minneapolis' bow.
The Eagle Union heavy cruiser didn't seem to mind, and hardly noticed while in the heat of combat. "Meh, you get used to it."
So with a mission well done, the fleet sailed back to port through friendly waters. There was a fair bit of bantering between the Royals and Iron Blood but it was all in good fun.
"We have returned, Herr Kommandant." Gneisenau snapped a salute as she stood on the docks along with her sister and other comrades.
"At ease," he saluted back, "that was a job well done. I'm sure the higher ups will be pleased with the results now that we relieved some pressure off those shipping lanes."
"Maybe then we can get some high quality coffee imported in, ja?" Mainz asked hopefully.
Enterprise sighed and pat her on the shoulder. "All in due time, my coffee-chugging cruiser. All in due time."
Putting that aside for now the Commander left the pair to their own devices as he inspected the rest of the fleet. No one looked too injured so he was relieved, although the way Minneapolis treated her damaged bow so casually was a bit concerning. It wasn't anything Vestal or Akashi couldn't fix up with ease, fortunately enough.
"We did a pretty damn good job, huh?" Scharnhorst came up to his side and put an arm around his shoulder.
The Commander didn't mind her overly friendly gesture, yet anyone could see that he had a slight blush on his cheeks from her proximity. Despite her roguish appearance and rough personality, he found her to be quite charming. They've even shared several drinks together, along with her sister and some others like the Ise sisters or even the older standard type battleships from the Eagle Union.
"Yeah, you ladies sure did." He tipped his head at Duke of York as they passed her by. He pretended not to notice how she and Scharnhorst stared each other down due to their shared rivalry. He did notice how she seemed to pull him closer to her, almost possessively. "Got any plans later?"
Scharnhorst hummed in thought for a while. "Well, I am kinda beat after all that fighting. I was thinking I'd just relax with a couple drinks or something." She shot him a knowing look. "Why are you askin'? Wanna come with?"
He shrugged nonchalantly. "If you don't mind. Could use a break myself, honestly."
"Hahaha, that's the spirit, Kommandant!" She clapped him roughly on the back, mindful of her strength but still making him sputter from the force. "I'll catch you at the bar later, then."
"Yeah, sure. Of course." The Commander recomposed himself when Scharnhorst let him go, waving at him as she walked away. He watched the way her silky lavender hair flowed with her motions, how her smooth toned legs flexed with each step, and the near peek at her wonderful stern when a gust of wind blew on her skirt.
He didn't notice Duke of York walking up to him.
"O, unclean snake," she said with a teasing smile, "dare I say, 'you are down bad.'"
The Commander snapped out of his trance and blushed at being caught staring. "What are you talking- wait a minute, did you just speak normally? And how did you learn that phrase?"
The vampiric woman merely laughed at his flustered reaction.
"Cheers!"
"Kanpai!"
"Prost!"
Glasses clinked together, followed by the sounds of merry laughter and heavy drinking, as the kansen of various factions held a small celebration at the local bar. For them a victory was a victory, no matter how small. A job well done eliminating Siren threats sure counted as one in their book.
This evening the bar was filled with the girls who took part in the recent mission. Duke of York was with her sister Prince of Wales, both of them quite red in the face and sipping on fancy wine. The older sister had her head nearly planted into the counter while the younger watched with amusement.
"Do take care not to push thyself, dear sister." Duke of York mused.
"Bleh, whatever." Prince of Wales grumbled with a hand to her head.
Mainz initially was fine with just coffee but Kirov wouldn't have it and so they compromised, namely by spiking the coffee with alcohol. A plastered Prinz Eugen laughed giddily at her half-sister, bringing a slight flush to Mainz who wasn't really used to booze.
"Well, that's one way to drink coffee." The Commander mused from his seat at the bar counter. He decided to stick with beer for now, already on his second glass but nowhere near tipsy just yet.
"Hah, you slurred a bit there!" Scharnhorst pointed out, already finished with her third glass of beer. "Getting buzzed already?"
The Commander looked at her with slight confusion. "Did I really? I've only had two. I'm not a lightweight, you know."
Gneisenau kept the same pace as her sister, munching on some potato chips along with her fourth glass of beer. "Scharnhorst, please. Herr Kommandant is only human."
"Which makes it all the more admirable that he's chugging along with us, right?" Scharnhorst flagged Akashi down for more beer. "Oi, cat. Gimme another."
"Coming right up, nya~"
The rest of the evening continued like that for a while. Just comrades hanging out and relaxing, sharing stories, food, and drink together. Some of the patrons were several drinks in while others called it quits and headed home.
"Well," the Commander started, "it's not everyday I get to hang out with the famous Ugly Sisters, right?"
Just like that, the mood changed. Gneisenau put a hand on her brow and muttered something in German under her breath, and even Duke of York who overheard him facepalmed with a groan. Scharnhorst remained silent for a while.
"You know what? I think I'm gonna check out early tonight." She placed her half-finished drink on the counter before standing up abruptly. She could be seen fiddling a bit with her eye patch before leaving. "I'll see you later, sis."
"Oh, you're done al...ready?" The Commander could only watch as the woman he admired walked away without so much as a word to him.
Once the battleship exited the bar, he turned to look at Gneisenau. "Is...she upset at something?"
Duke of York, of all people, was the first to speak. "Doth thou realize what thy said?"
Gneisenau adjusted her glasses and fixed him with a stern glare. "Kommandant, I want you to think carefully about your words earlier."
He racked his brain for a bit. He may have been slightly buzzed but he was still coherent enough to think. Then it dawned on him. 'Aww, crap...'
Gneisenau noticed the change in his expression. "Even though we may have been nicknamed as such by our enemies in the past, it still hurts a little. Do you really think I'm ugly? That my sister is ugly?"
"Of course not."
"Rivals we may be, do remember that Scharnhorst is still a lady." Duke of York added from the side. "That we are all still ladies."
Prince of Wales burped. "What she said."
He scratched his head in embarrassment. "Yes, I get it. That was my bad. Dammit, now what?"
"I highly advise you go apologize to her." Gneisenau took another drink before staring him down. "Now, before Beer and Potato get a new chew toy."
The Commander sweated nervously at the mention of the sisters' named rigging. Sure they had weird names, but they were still mechanized shark things with steel fangs and mounted guns. "Right, I'll go. Again, sorry about that."
"Hmmph, you're lucky I've come to enjoy supporting both you and my sister. She may not be as merciful as I am, though."
"Only one way to find out." He put some cash on the table to pay for both his and the sisters' drinks. He had a battleship to apologize to.
It took him several minutes to find the Iron Blood dorms but the Commander eventually arrived at the sisters' shared dorm.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Scharnhorst, are you there? Can I come in?"
He rapped his knuckles on the door, hoping she would open the door.
"Look, I just want to apologize, okay?" He listened closely for any movement inside but heard nothing. "I didn't mean what I said."
After a while he sighed and was about to leave dejectedly before he heard the door unlock. He looked with anticipation as the door opened a bit, allowing a singly blue eye to peek at him.
"Oh, you're here?" Scharnhorst opened the door fully. "Come on in, then. Not like I can stop a commanding officer."
"I'm not here to command you," he replied. "I just want to say I'm sorry. For earlier."
Scharnhorst said nothing for a moment and just stared at him. It was then he noticed that she had dressed down a bit. Her zip-down jacket was removed, leaving her in just a skirt and white crop top. He blushed and averted his eyes. Now wasn't the time to be ogling her.
"Hmmph. Well, you coming in or not? I'll hear your apology inside."
Sighing to himself, he shrugged and stepped into her dorm.
"So, give it to me straight." She crossed her arms and sat down on the living room couch. "What did you want to say?"
The Commander visibly steeled himself. "I'm sorry about what I said. It was inconsiderate of me to call you and your sister 'ugly.'"
"Go on." She gestured with one hand. "You look like you want to say more."
It was now or never. "And...uh...you're not ugly. At all. I...actually think you're both beautiful."
Scharnhorst smirked a bit at him. "Oh, we're beautiful now, are we? Charmer."
He nodded. "It's true. Slip of the tongue, loose lips from drinking, whatever you wanna call it. I firmly believe you are one of the most beautiful women I've laid eyes on."
"Hmm, is that so?" She stood up from the couch. "Why don't you stay right where you are? If you can take a hit from me, I'll forgive you."
The Commander couldn't help but take a step back as she approached, although this ended up with him stuck between a wall and a possibly scorned woman. He had no way to escape with his back against the wall, not like he would since he really did want to make amends with Scharnhorst. Still, he instinctively gulped as she reared an arm back-
SLAM!
-before slamming her palm on the wall next to his head. He did flinch a bit at the impact, but he still held her gaze.
"You say I'm beautiful, huh?" Scharnhorst challenged, her voice soon dropping to a whisper. "Why don't you prove it, then?"
From this close the Commander could see how her blue eye stared him down despite not being much shorter than him, as if daring him to make a move. He could smell a bit of alcohol but it was mostly drowned out by a mix of her perfume and natural scent. Neither of them noticed nor cared that their faces were quite red, and not just from the earlier rounds of drinking. Due to the proximity of her lips, he did the one thing he always dreamed of.
"Well, if you say so." He threw caution to the wind and leaned in for a kiss.
"Mmph?!" Scharnhorst's eye widened in surprise at the sudden contact.
The Commander wondered if she was going to push him away or punch him, that he may have jumped the gun. To his pleasant surprise, Scharnhorst instead reciprocated the kiss- namely by pushing back and forcing him against the wall. He didn't mind her aggressiveness, he found her more attractive that way.
Breaking off for air, Scharnhorst damn near growled at him. "Is that the best you got? You can try harder, Kommandant."
Rising to the challenge he slipped one hand behind her neck and pulled her back in for another kiss. It was messy, it was sloppy, but both of them moaned at the rough sensation. Scharnhorst brought both hands up to his face and held his cheeks firmly while making out with him. They would separate for a quick breather before going back at it again, soon intertwining their tongues together.
"You're, hah, such an idiot." Scharnhorst managed to pant out between kisses.
"I did say, mmm, I'm sorry."
"Just shut up and kiss me."
The two kept kissing for a while, the Commander basically pinned against the wall by Scharnhorst. Getting bolder, he brought one hand up to hold her waist before bringing it back down again to caress her firm rear. She huffed at his bold gesture and paid him back by popping his shirt buttons open, yanking fiercely enough to send some of the buttons flying off.
"Hey, easy!"
"I said shut up." Scharnhorst swallowed his protest which quickly shifted into another groan of pleasure.
Thinking that they were beyond the point of return, the Commander's hands wandered up to grope her sizable breasts through her crop top. She moaned at the touch, delighting in the pleasant sensation of him occasionally shifting his fingers to tease her prominent underboobs, a trait she knew for a fact got his attention many times when he thought she wasn't looking.
The Commander became bolder with his actions, groping and squishing Scharnhorst's boobs a bit more roughly. Taking it further he slipped both hands under her crop top, shifting the fabric up to expose her bare skin to the cool air and feeling her breasts much more intimately with no bra to contain them.
Scharnhorst didn't seem to mind, shuddering with arousal as his palms occasionally grazed her nipples, the pink nubs gradually getting stiff from the sensual touch. She smirked into their messy kiss and decided to reciprocate his actions.
Now that his shirt was fully open she could run her hands across his bare chest, humming with approval that he wasn't as scrawny as he looked. She soon shifted her hands lower, quickly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants before reaching in for his growing erection and pulling it out.
The Commander hissed at the way she gripped him. "Wait, hold o-"
"Shush." Scharnhorst placed a finger on his lips before continuing her ministrations.
He simply nodded in response and just leaned his back against the wall as Scharnhorst stroked along his length. It didn't take long for him to reach full mast, his shaft hot and throbbing in her hand.
Slow and steady, Scharnhorst jerked him off with one hand. Her other hand held held him by the crook of his neck as they continued making out, all while the Commander kept playing with her boobs.
She ran a finger along the underside of his cock, grazing him with a fingernail. She fondled his balls a bit, squeezing firmly and making him choke back a gasp. She pressed a thumb on his leaking cockhead, smearing his pre-cum all over the tip and into her hand. The added lubrication added to her handjob which quickly sped up, the erotic act accompanied by lewd wet sounds as she pumped her hand up and down his dick. Scharnhorst had another idea however, and she acted quickly on it.
The Commander groaned at the sudden lack of contact when Scharnhorst stepped back. She chuckled at his needy reaction and instead got down on her knees before him, grabbing his cock and squishing it between her ample tits.
"Oh, fuck!"
The sudden feeling of his shaft being embraced in her cleavage nearly knocked the breath out of him. It felt so hot, so debauched as she held her tits with both hands and squished his cock with them. She steadily moved up and down as she gave him a tit-fuck, slipping her tongue out as she drooled some saliva on his tip while teasing him with barely a lick.
"You like that, huh?" Scharnhorst licked the tip more fully this time. "I know you ogle my boobs when you think I'm not looking."
"It's hard not to." The Commander groaned out.
"Heh, that so? Go on, then. You can move, too. I won't bite." She nibbled on his swollen cockhead, eliciting a startled gasp from him. "Not much~"
So the Commander did. He placed both his hands on her shoulders to hold her steady and began to pump his hips back and forth. His dick was wet with pre-cum and saliva, adding further to the lewdness as he thrust in between her soft and warm tits. Scharnhorst grinned at that, not once breaking her stride as she continued her movements in tandem with him. He was close to blowing and they both knew it, the tell-tale throb in his girth indicating his looming orgasm.
"All right, stop. That's enough." Scharnhorst pushed off him and stood up.
The sudden feeling of getting blue-balled left the Commander groaning in frustration. His frustration was quickly replaced with anticipation when Scharnhorst sashayed over to her bedroom, beckoning him to follow with a finger.
"Don't wanna make a mess in the living room," she clarified, "or fuck up the couch."
She sat on the edge of her bed, looking at him expectantly. Then she lay on her back. "So, what are you waiting for? An invitation?"
The Commander knew what she was implying but he still had to make sure. "Scharnhorst, are you sure about this?"
She rolled her eye. "I just gave you a tit-fuck, I'm pretty sure that's as sure as I can get. Now hurry up and get here. I'm frustrated."
That last sentence was whispered but the Commander still heard it. So he obliged, kicking his shoes and pants off before approaching the bed. He got into position above her, one hand next to her head to prop himself up and the other gently caressing her inner thighs.
"If you're sure, then..." He moved his hand further up, feeling the damp heat between her legs before pressing his fingers against her panties.
"Yes, I'm sure." She blushed before turning her head away from him, leaving her left side - the eye patch side - to face him.
Not sure about what do with this unexpectedly demure side of the tough battleship, the Commander went ahead and slipped her panties aside before teasing her wet pussy lips. Even though her skirt hid the action from view, it didn't make it any less erotic.
'She's already wet.'
With that in mind he rubbed her folds with more eagerness, slowly but steadily increasing the tempo as he turned her on. Scharnhorst stubbornly kept her voice in, puffs of air escaping her lips as she grunted from the pleasure between her legs. She squeaked in surprise when he pushed a finger in, the movement sudden yet gentle as he took care not to push in too much at once.
"Sorry," he murmured, "just returning the favor."
Scharnhorst tried to respond but gasped as he pushed a second finger in. It felt... better than when she did it herself, the Commander's fingers pumping steadily into her wetness or scissoring her inner walls apart.
Schlik, schlik, schlik.
The slick sounds of her pussy getting fingered brought blushes to both their cheeks, yet neither wanted it to stop as it felt so good. Scharnhorst mewled as the heat in her pelvis began to build up, which only served to hasten the Commander's fingers as he sought to bring her to climax.
So it was with great reluctance that Scharnhorst snaked a hand down to grasp his forearm, making him pause.
"O-okay, I think that's enough," she breathed out. "How 'bout we get to the main course already?"
The Commander obeyed, pecking her on the lips and eliciting a surprised gasp from her. She let out a low moan as he rubbed her clit once with his thumb before pulling his fingers out of her slick sex. Scharnhorst couldn't help but stare as he got into position on his knees, stroking his hard cock in preparation for the next act.
"I'll be gentle." He flipped her skirt just enough so he could see where to aim, rubbing his length along her slit. It was then he noticed the small beauty mark on her left inner thigh, adding to her allure.
"I didn't ask." Her heart beat faster with anticipation, her breathing getting heavier as well. 'Shit, is this really happening?'
She dimly wondered why he rubbed his girth sensually on her left thigh. Then she realized he must have seen the mark there, bringing a slight blush to her face. Soon he aimed his tip lower, finding her entrance. Scharnhorst tensed-
"Oh, go- ahh~"
-and exhaled loudly as he finally pushed in, claiming her first time.
The Commander grunted at her tightness, no doubt in his mind that she had been a virgin until now if her reaction was anything to go by. He was glad that they got some foreplay done at least. The sex life of the shipgirls under his command wasn't something he was privy to, and he didn't dare ask out of embarrassment and possible physical harm.
"You, mnn, you okay?" There was no blood but he still had to check in.
"Yeah, j-just, mn." Scharnhorst bit her bottom lip. "Just stay still for a bit. You're actually kinda big."
Her phrasing unintentionally aroused him even more, his cock throbbing within her clenching inner walls. They both gasped at the minute sensation, the simple act of staying motionless actually spurning them on to just move. To feel more friction.
So with a murmur of approval from Scharnhorst, the Commander hissed in delight as he pulled back from her womanhood before plunging back in slowly. Her wetness allowed for a smoother entry as he thrust his hips back and forth, getting more and more used to the penetration.
"Hnn, harder," she groaned, "faster, damn you."
He shuddered at her erotic tone, shifting his body more upright and gripping her hips. With both his hands firmly holding her, he sped up his thrusts and began to fuck her the way she wanted.
"Gah! Ja!" She gripped the sheets above her head. "Just like that! Ja!"
Pap, pap, pap!
He was fucking into her balls-deep now, his throbbing cock sheathing all the way in before pulling back out to the swollen tip and repeating the motion. Her velvety inner walls gripped him snugly, her tightness failing to slow him down as he went to town on her pussy.
"Scharnhorst!" He gasped as he looked at the woman he crushed on.
Her flushed cheeks, her cries of pleasure, the bouncing of her boobs with her crop top pulled over them, and the way she looked at him almost needily only served to turn him on even more. They were both already on edge from their earlier foreplay but now they were so close to just tipping over it.
The Commander's cock pulsed within her quivering folds, his imminent release all too apparent. Scharnhorst tightened up even more, almost instinctively craving for what was to come. He knew he should pull out but it felt too good, the maddening heat of her vise-like insides tempting him to stay buried up to the hilt in her.
"I'm close...where...?"
He didn't get a reply. At least, not one that he expected. Scharnhorst suddenly reached out and looped both arms around his neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. Her legs similarly wrapped themselves tight around his lower back, forcing his thrusts to become shorter yet quicker. The change in position made his hands abandon her hips in favor of wrapping around her sweaty back, relishing the way her large bust squished up against his own chest.
"Shut up," she growled between kisses, "and keep fucking me."
He couldn't pull out now, not even if he wanted to. Her legs trembled from the pounding she took but she still held him tightly, both against her and inside her. So he did as she requested, railing her into the bed as her womanly juices coated his pulsating girth with each lustful buck of his hips. Scharnhorst also pushed her pelvis back against him, getting his shaft inside her even faster.
"Oh, I, ahhh~" Scharnhorst closed her eye as the pleasure within her became too much, until eventually-
"Oh, f-fuck!"
-she hit her orgasm first, her tight inner walls clenching and squeezing as her honey squirted out.
It was impossible for the Commander to hold on, not against the pleasurable sensations that assaulted his nerves. With a groan he pushed his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent as he achieved his own climax.
"Hngh!" The Commander's dick pulsed before finally blowing his load.
Scharnhorst's eye widened at the heat filling her deepest parts, the hot streaks of his load splattering inside her quivering pussy. His thick cum pumped into her as he held himself balls-deep against her clenching insides, his cock throbbing with each spurt of seed.
The couple stayed like that, gasping and moaning as they endured their mutual orgasms. They weren't sure how much time passed as he lay atop her, exchanging gentle kisses as he unloaded inside her. He eventually pulled out with a wet squelch, rolling off her to lay side by side with her as they caught their breaths.
"Mein Gott," Scharnhorst gasped out, "you sure busted a nut. What, are you backed up or something?"
The Commander replied breathlessly. "Can't help it when I'm with you. I did say you're beautiful."
"So you did." She then straddled him. "So how about you keep proving it, then? One round isn't enough, you know." She licked her lips. "We'll keep going until the last 'shell.'"
The Commander could only chuckle nervously at her inappropriate pun. It looks like he was going to stay here for the night.
"Oh, ja!" Scharnhorst cried out as she bounced up and down. "Ja!"
She was stripped of all her clothes now, her breasts heaving about as she rode the Commander passionately on the sweat-soaked bed. He was similarly nude, having removed his clothing as quick as possible before he got jumped by her.
"Scharn, slow down!" He tried to reason, but truthfully he really didn't want her to.
"Nein, consider this your repentance~"
Skin slapped loudly together, the lewd noises ringing out in the bedroom as she kept riding him in a cowgirl position. Not one to be entirely submissive, the Commander bucked his hips up in return as much as he could, his shaft already throbbing for another release. One of his hands shifted momentarily to her left thigh, rubbing at her beauty mark. It probably wasn't doing much, if anything at all, but that simple mark just looked so damn hot on her. Her thighs turned out to be a sensitive spot for her anyway, her moans growing louder as she bounced on him so vigorously.
Wet squelching sounds escaped their joined sexes, Scharnhorst's pussy squeezing as if to milk the Commander dry of his cum. Something that he would inevitably give to her whether he wanted or not.
"Scharn, I'm...guh!"
He yanked her hips all the way down, hilting himself deep in her womanhood and cumming once again. The hot sensation of getting filled up brought Scharnhorst to climax as well, her inner walls seizing tightly and wetting their pelvises with their mixed fluids.
Scharnhorst collapsed on to the Commander with a gasp, making him grunt at the sudden weight on his chest. They could both intimately feel his load leaking out of her folds in generous amounts, the two back to back creampies leaving her quite full.
"One more?" She challenged with a toothy grin.
The Commander groaned. "Just give me a moment."
"Come on, you wussy. I can feel you still twitching inside me." She wiggled her hips around, stirring his cock around in her cum-filled snatch.
He bristled at her name calling. It was immature of him to get worked up, yes, but she asked for it. Her attempts at goading him on only further aroused him as well.
"Okay, fuck it." He growled out.
"Ah, fuck!" Scharnhorst yelped as she handled so roughly. "Mein Gott!"
The Commander grunted with effort, his balls slapping against her ass with each upwards thrust into her sloppy pussy. He was currently in a standing position, carrying his partner with both hands on her ass cheeks and lifting her up and down. His worked his hips in tandem with the motion, plunging his girth into her at the same time he dropped her weight down onto his cock.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The slapping of skin was louder, much more intense than before as he fucked her like the last woman on the planet. Her legs held tightly on to his lower back once more, and her hands alternated between gripping his cheeks for a messy kiss or clutching on to him for dear life with her arms looped around his neck.
"Mmm! Scharn, hah, you're so beautiful." The Commander muttered such sweet words each time they broke off their kisses for air, even as he railed her so relentlessly.
Despite her tough exterior, even Scharnhorst's heart fluttered at his words of affection. She was still a lady, after all, no matter what nickname was bestowed upon her. Her insides tightened up considerably from the passionate love-making, their leaking fluids dripping steadily on to the carpet below.
'Dammit, I'll need to clean that up later. For now, oh fffuck~'
She moaned as he pushed her against a wall, helping to support her weight as she was pinned between his chest and the wall. Her legs had loosened up a bit, no longer around the Commander's waist but instead held up under the knees by his rough hands as he continued pounding into her.
"Ah, you're so pushy!" Scharnhorst held his cheeks and all but shoved her tongue into his mouth, his own soon rising to the challenge, twisting and coiling together with hers, their tongues wrestling for dominance.
He broke off the kiss and rested his sweaty forehead against hers, staring into her eyes.
'Wait, eyes?'
Unbeknownst to them, Scharnhorst's eye patch had gotten loose during their rough activities, the black fabric soon falling off her pretty face. Yes, she had a scar over her left eye, and it certainly seemed like she was blind in it from the off-blue color compared to her right eye. Yet her battle scar only served to heighten her beauty to him.
"Ah?" Scharnhorst realized what he was looking at, hastily bringing a hand up to cover her eye or brush her fringe over it, flushed with slight embarrassment.
He grabbed her hand however, stopping the motion as his thrusts slowed down. "Hey, I told you, didn't I?" He gently pecked her lips with a chaste kiss. "You're beautiful the way you are."
The affectionate words were too much for her, and with a keening sob Scharnhorst came again. She pushed her face into the crook of his neck, biting lightly into his skin and whining with pleasure as her lithe frame was wracked with another orgasm.
The Commander grit his teeth at the strangling sensation on his shaft, so tight yet so soft, her inner walls clamping erratically on his girth as if begging for him flood her womanhood with more of his seed. So he thrust into her several more times before finally pushing in as deep as he could, and came.
His cockhead throbbed against her cervix, spurting rope after rope of his hot cum deep into her. The sensation of her womb getting flooded with his seed pushed Scharnhorst over the edge again, a lighter but still intense orgasm hitting her as her tightening pussy wrung him dry for each drop of cum she could.
They stayed like that for a while, with her pinned against the wall by him as he unloaded so much into her that it dribbled down her inner thighs. Scharnhorst would have laughed at the irony of situation had she not been in the throes of climax. The night started with her pinning him to the wall and now their positions were reversed.
'Oh, how the tables have turned. Ahaha.'
With a grunt of effort, the Commander carried her over to her bed and dropped her gently on to the mattress. His softening cock slipped out with a wet pop, letting a trickle of their mixed fluids spill out of her. Her pink folds were dilated before closing back up again, pushing even more dollops of cum out her with a wet squelch as it dribbled down to stain the sheets.
He plopped down next her, panting as he caught his breath. He was quite sure he was down for the count, and he certainly hoped she wouldn't ask for more. That was probably his last 'shell.'
"If you're worried about your scar," he said after a moment, "I don't mind."
Scharnhorst meekly covered the left side of her face and spoke in a low tone. "You really don't mind?"
"Nope. If I cared about the eye patch or the scar, I would have gone for someone else instead of you." He held her one of her hands gently. "Also, this is probably a terrible time to ask, but why did that nickname upset you so much? You didn't mind when the Royals called you that."
"You fuckin' dummkopf."
Yep, there's the Scharnhorst he knew.
"Yes, I did say it wasn't a bad name." She jabbed a finger at his nose. "But that was before and in the early stages of war. Didn't you notice the Royals don't call us that anymore? Even Dork stopped calling me that." Then her voice dropped in volume. "And it kinda stung a bit hearing the words come from you..."
The Commander pulled her into a hug against his chest. "Look, I'm really sorry about that. Again." He brushed some of her hair from her face. "Although, I take it this means you and Duke of York are friends now?"
"Bah, like hell. I'll show her up one day." She looked at him with a bright smile. "Also, don't think I didn't notice your attraction to my beauty mark." She shifted her legs to show that small spot on her left inner thigh.
The two shared a laugh at that, unashamed at their nudity after such an intense session. The messy sheets would need to be cleaned and changed but that could wait until later. They were still quite exhausted.
"Sister, I- oh." Gneisenau stopped in front of the bedroom doorway. "Holy. Scheiße."
"Ah, Gneisenau." "Oh, hey, sis."
The bespectacled battleship removed her garrison cap and began fanning her red face at the sight before her. "Umm, yes. I see the apology went better than expected. I'll cum- come! Come back later. Mein Gott." She quickly left through the living room, slamming the main door shut and making sure to lock it.
"Well, shit. I didn't even hear her unlocking the main door." Scharnhorst shrugged nonchalantly like her sister didn't just see the aftermath of her getting plowed. "So, how about we clean ourselves up in the shower?"
The Commander shivered at the way she grinned at him.
'Guess I'm not done yet.'
END
Jury's out on what exactly is underneath Scharnhorst's eye patch. I can't find any official info about it so I'm guessing she's either blind or scarred. I went with a mix of both. Some of you may remember a Twitter poll I held about that. Smh, majority of the votes chose "she's wearing it for aesthetic purposes."
It's also possible she's missing an eye entirely, but eh. That was an alternate scene I scrapped out.
And yes, Scharnhorst does have a beauty mark on the inside of her left thigh. You can see it in her "Panther and Pflaume" skin.