A/N: I think I really want to write a lewd Tashkent fic or two... big Russian gunboat deserves more love~
Idle thought aside, hope you like this Chapayev fic~ It uses her White Cavalier skin, the image of which can be found on the wiki~
Enjoy~
White Relaxation
The Northern Parliament, in part thanks to its vast size and inland locales, didn't suffer as extremely as many other nations did at the hands of the Sirens.
Port cities were hit just as hard, and any settlements close to the shore were bombarded regularly – but with many cities far too inland for even Siren aircraft to reach, it was spared from the worst of the Siren's wrath. However the nation as a whole did not simply bow down and relinquish territory that was rightfully theirs, fighting back with their own small but skilled armada of Ship-Girls, pushing the Sirens back inch by inch, until at last they regained partial control of their coasts.
That control, however, did not stop the Sirens from launching their own counter-attacks.
BOOM!
The Commander grunted harshly as another heavy shells erupted not far behind him, the shockwave nearly popping his ears and sending him stumbling forwards onto his hands and knees, implanting his hands and knees into the thick layer of snow. Grunting he pushed himself up and reached the side of an empty mailbox, the metal structure five feet tall and several feet wide, providing some modest protection for him whilst not putting him at risk of taking cover behind more valuable targets, such as warehouses and fuel tanks.
Peeking out from behind the mailbox the Commander spotted the half-dozen Siren Battleships along with their sinking escorts – the Battleships themselves afire, four of them already tilting as they were flooded. Shells boomed from his left, coming from Sovetskaya Rossiya; her shells blasting straight through the weakened deck armour of the Siren warships and detonating one of the warships in a ball of flame. Chapayev with Tashkent in support ducked out of cover far to his right, firing back with high-explosive shells and damaging the exterior armour of the other Siren Battleship, weakening it enough for Rossiya to finish it off.
Kirov did that for her; a salvo of Heavy Cruiser shells punching through the deck and hitting something vital, combusting the enemy warship in spew of smoke and flame.
''Ypaaa~!'' Tashkent let out something of a monotone cheer with one sleeve-covered hand raised – earning much more enthusiastic cheers from her Destroyer allies.
The Commander smiled slightly, watching as the Siren warships at last all began to sink into the sea outside the base. It was far from the first attack they had launched whilst he was based within the Northern Parliament, but every time the girls here had proven their might and fought them off, fixed up the damage and then carried about their day as normal. Without any nearby radar station or airfields they always had little warning beyond conventional patrols outside the base, which Tashkent herself had undertaken today; managing to sink the Siren's flagship, a carrier, before it could launch any aircraft and escaping with only some minor scrapes. And taking several of the enemy's escorts down with her when they dared to give chase.
''Is that the last of them?'' The Commander called out to be sure, directing his words at Tashkent herself.
''Da.'' The purple-haired Destroyer nodded, flashing him a pleased look. ''You are not hurt, are you?''
''No, I'm fine.'' He chuckled, waving off the concern – his own concern turning to base. ''Damage report?''
''Rossiya took a couple hits, as did I.'' Kirov reported dutifully, approaching him – her rigging still raised and ready lest the Sirens launch a sudden last-minute attack. ''Tashkent and the other Destroyers are fine. Chapayev?''
''I'm alright.'' The blue-haired beauty smiled as she spoke, sashaying over. ''Murmansk is busy putting out a fire by the fuel lines, but was unhurt as well. The Sirens seem to be getting a bit sloppy, hehe.''
''They were also probably disorganised because Tashkent took out their flagship, who would've had the command module in it.'' The Commander reminded, smiling down at Tashkent – earning a blush from the Destroyer. ''Good work as always. All of you.''
Chirped thanks and smiles answered him, and after a little more discussion everyone dispersed – setting to work fixing up the place. Whilst few injuries were had the damage to the base was a bit more significant; one of the warehouses having been collapsed and the docks battered and bruised by the savage barrages. It would require some work, but ultimately it'd take just a couple days to fix it all up... the command building, however, would probably take a few more days – missing part of the roof and the main wall blown apart completely, exposing the interior.
''Guess I'm not sleeping in there...'' He murmured, scratching his head. ''Hopefully there's a spare dorm room...''
''There isn't.'' The familiar sweet voice of Chapayev teased his ear, eliciting a startled yelp from the Commander as he flinched back. ''But we could share my room~''
''Ah...'' He blushed a little. ''Is that fine...?''
''Of course.'' The cruiser kindly said, smiling. ''I can't just let you sleep in the damaged command centre, now can I~? My bed's big enough for the both of us so it's no problem.''
''Is that so...? I guess I'm in your care, then...'' The Commander accepted hesitantly.
Chapayev merely giggled at his reply, bouncing off to help with the repairs – leaving him to do his own duties and organise the next batch of patrols.
X-x-X
With the fall of night came a radical drop in temperature, the winter wonderland's chill creeping in wherever it could sneak through the cracks. Within the confines of the dormitory however they were mostly spared from the chill, something the Commander was glad for.
''Haah...'' The Commander exhaled, loosening his collar.
Stood alone within Chapayev's white-tiled bathroom he undressed, stripping off his thick white jacket and shirt. On the other side of the door he could hear the cruiser herself getting changed, the slight hisses and shifting of cloth barely audible through the wood door. Unconsciously he couldn't help but visualise Chapayev, her dress buttons coming undone and the cloth falling from her curvaceous, attractive frame – but quickly banished the tempting thoughts, cooling off before they could truly form. Last thing he wanted was to pop one when he was in bed with her.
With that thought in mind he finished removing the last of his uniform; leaving himself clad in just his boxers. He slipped a t-shirt over his head and opted to sleep just in that given most of his sleepwear was stuck in the command building and might be dirtied by the debris, having told Chapayev in advance just to be sure. The reminder of the blue-haired vixen drew his gaze back towards the door, his lips pursing together – before with a quiet sigh he unlocked the bathroom door, and stepped back out into the bedroom beyond.
''Hm? Are you ready for bed now, Commander~?''
The Commander blushed lightly at the crooning, teasing voice of Chapayev, his gaze inevitably drawn to the cruiser's frame. Gone was her usual pantyhose and snug-fitting outfit, and in its place was a white nightgown that barely reached her creamy thighs; one leg folded over the other. It was loose around the chest, presenting a plentiful view of her bust and crossing over her collarbone and around her neck to support it. The long, open sleeves left her slim hands free to tuck some blue hair out of her face, the colour still visible despite only the bedside lamp being on; the rest of the room bathed in darkness, the moonlight pouring in through a gap in the curtains the only other light source.
''...yes.'' The Commander swallowed, pushing down any unwarranted thoughts.
Chapayev giggled, uncrossing her legs – unintentionally giving him a pantyshot of her lacy white underwear before she shifted back up the bed towards the pillows, sliding her creamy legs beneath the blue quilt and petting the spot next to her. With pink cheeks the Commander followed her, walking around the large blue-themed bed and tugging the covers aside, allowing him to slide beneath the covers and lay his head down against the white pillows. Chapayev didn't miss a beat and shuffled up closer to him, a little smile on her pale lips as she practically cuddled up against his shirt-clad chest, his blush darkening when she draped her arms loosely around him.
Embarrassed the Commander just snaked one arm around her waist, holding her lower back. Chapayev didn't mind, resting her head near his and shutting her eyes, appearing to rest. The prospect instinctively made him peek down, unable to not look at her exposed cleavage, his gaze tracing the plump breasts clad within her white nightgown. With the covers pulled up to their shoulders he could even peek further down at her thighs, shivering as one of her legs rubbed up against his.
''Enjoying the view~?''
Instantly the Commander tensed, glancing back up and finding her eyes open and rich with amusement. ''Um... er...''
Chapayev giggled. ''Don't worry, I don't mind. We're just sharing warmth after all, aren't we?''
''...yes?''
A quiet huff of amusement escaped Chapayev's pink, inviting lips, said lips drawing closer as she leaned in. ''Oh Commander, your reactions are as cute as ever... it almost makes me want to... see them more~''
The Commander instantly went scarlet in the face as she kissed his cheek, her lips surprisingly soft and delicate – the soft smooch they made against his cheek eliciting a shiver from him. Chapayev pulled back and gave him a teasing smile, her blue eyes alight with gentle mirth and one finger coming up to tap her smiling lips, as if offering another kiss. In the quiet of the bedroom their mutual breathing sounded so loud, and after a second, the Commander dared to nod.
Chapayev rewarded him with another kiss – this time, on the lips. It felt intoxicating, her lips pressing against his with gentle force and coaxing a stiff groan out of the Commander's throat, his own lips pushing back and sealing their lips together. Chapayev giggled into his mouth and ran one hand down his front, teasingly running her hand up his shirt and stroking his stomach, her lithe fingers teasing his taut muscles. In response he slid one of his own hands up, daringly laying it over her plump breast and copping a feel; his fingers sinking into her soft flesh through her nightgown.
''Mm~'' Chapayev hummed approvingly into the kiss.
Previously-contained dirty thoughts resurged with force, and after just a few moments after breaking apart the Commander kissed her once more – suppressing the moan that bubbled up out of Chapayev's throat, her smile easily felt as she returned the kiss. His other hand went lower and laid itself over her ass, idly stroking her rear and just getting a feel for her curves, tracing his hand from her thigh to lower back. Until his lustful curiosity demanded more, and he grabbed her ass with one hand; groping it and coaxing a moan out of his bed-time partner.
''Hehe...'' Chapayev giggled breathily as she drew away from the kiss, rolling on top of him – the covers pushed down slightly in the process. ''Mm... I'll make you relax Commander. You just have to tell me you want it~''
The Commander shuddered, embarrassed as he stared into the cruiser's amused, lustful eyes – and with a weak, almost croaking breath, he spoke. ''Please...''
That was enough for Chapayev, the cruiser shivering as if getting off on his begging alone. The blanket covering them shifting further back as Chapayev squirmed backwards, prompting the Commander to grab them and pull them back up... causing the sultry cruiser herself to be covered fully by the quilt. She certainly didn't mind, her eyes gleaming in the dim light and digging her slim fingers into the waistband of his boxers, peeling them down with such ungodly slowness he groaned with repressed need.
Chapayev giggled at that, her eyes lingering on his until she had his boxers around his thighs. Only then did she drop her gaze lower, eyeing his cock with an appreciative coo and lowering her head, planting a soft kiss on the top. It twitched against her lips, eliciting a gentle laugh from Chapayev before she planted a string of more kisses on his shaft, his cock progressively growing harder as all his blood pumped south. She helped that along by grasping his cock and stroking him off, cooing softly as he got fully erect.
''Mm...'' A soft hum escaped Chapayev as she kissed the tip once more, tilting her head slightly to the side and parting her lips – before his cock slid in past her parted pale lips.
The Commander gasped at the sensation, pleasure rushing up his pelvis and coaxing a groan out of his throat – bliss teasing his shaft as Chapayev dragged her soft lips down his length, her tongue sensually slapping against the tip or swirling around it. She was relentless; her tongue pressing itself against the tip or pressing against the underside of his length, the hotness of her tongue complimented by the wet warmth of her mouth, every single exhale brushing hot breath over his twitching dick.
Humming Chapayev shifted her hand down to the base, stroking and squeezing his cock – giving her room to slide her lips further down, sucking on his cock. The wet slurp was joined by the sensation of her lips sliding up to the tip, her tongue swirling around it, before she went right back down again. She bobbed her head slowly, deliberately drooling onto his shaft and getting it wet; causing every little suck and slurp to sound and feel wet, her saliva dribbling down his cock and getting under her fingers, allowing Chapayev to jerk him off faster.
''Ah... ah...'' The Commander let out moans in short, panting breaths, a deeper groan soon escaping him as she sucked strongly on his cock.
Chapayev then sensually sucked up his cock – before it spurt out of her mouth, tempting her to grasp it properly and jerk him off avidly. ''Mmph- ah~ How does it feel, Commander~?''
''Amazing...'' The Commander breathed, laying a hand on her head and tucking some blue hair over her ear, giving him a better look at her pretty face.
Chapayev blushed lightly, a giggle escaping her before she kissed the tip a couple times, looking him in the eye as she did so. Moments later her lips parted and she went back down on his cock, moaning around his throbbing length and going back to giving him head – wet slurps punctuating how her head bobbed up-and-down, her tongue pressed flush against the underside of his twitching shaft or curling partway around it, teasing him with the hotness of her tongue, coaxing pulses of pleasure up his length.
Pulses that progressively evolved into deep, shuddering curls of pleasure that rose up his length, pulling stiff moans out of the Commander's throat. He mindfully kept his voice down lest they alert or disturb anyone in the adjoining rooms but he couldn't stay completely quiet, his dick afire with pleasure as Chapayev gave him a blow-job – and an incredible one at that. Everything from how she slurped her lips up his shaft or playfully used her tongue to tease different parts of his cock she drove him wild. Doubly so when she released his cock entirely, and went all the way down his cock.
''H-Hhk~'' Chapayev gagged slightly as he not only hit the back of her throat, but slid partway down it – throbbing against her quivering throat muscles.
The sensation made him gasp breathlessly, both hands coming to rest on her slim shoulders. Smiling faintly around his cock Chapayev responded by bobbing her head, wet grunts and hot grunts escaping the beautiful cruiser as she deep-throated him with vigour. Her mouth remained slightly open as she moved, lips no longer pursed tight but instead allowing him to hear her choke on his cock, both her arms coming to wrap around his waist and holding him tight, her head bobbing with growing vigour, sucking on it between breaths.
''Ah, ah...!'' It was too much for him to handle; fire racing up his cock. ''Oh shit...!''
Pleasure rushed up, peaked at the tip – and the Commander moaned sharply as he came down her throat. Chapayev moaned and went all the way down his shaft, holding still as he came; spurt after spurt shooting down into her stomach as she sucked it all out. With his cock down her throat however it was harder for Chapayev to breathe, soon drawing out wet, rasping grunts, her stuttering sounds so erotic they coaxed out another small spurt by themselves.
Until with a raspy exhale she loosened her hold and reared her head back, coughing as his cock slipped out of her mouth – strings of saliva hanging between her lips and his cock, her ragged exhales washing over his twitching shaft. ''K-Kuh... ah... ahh...''
''Hah... Chapayev...'' The Commander panted heavily, groaning unconsciously when pleasure sparked up his length.
The cruiser giggled at that, climbing up his body until she could plant her hands upon his shoulders – straddling his waist. Her creamy thighs were warm and soft, pressing against his bare hips and eliciting a shiver from the Commander himself, his gaze drifting up to the vixen on top of him. Smiling Chapayev brought a finger to her lips and gently shushed him, before then sliding a hand down and grasped his wet dick, stroking it sensually; her hand sliding up to the tip and then down to the base, her thumb slipping over the tip before she stroked back up again, making wet squelching sounds thanks to the saliva on it.
Then she slowed, her knees digging into the bed and her hips lifting up – allowing Chapayev to reach under her criminally-short nightgown, revealing her lacy white panties before she tucked two fingers under the front, pulling them aside. Without a word shared between the two the cruiser positioned herself above his length, smiling sensually as she stopped stroking him off and opted instead to point the twitching tip against her lower lips.
''Ready, Commander~?'' Chapayev cooed.
''Yeah...'' The Commander slid his hands down, groping her thighs.
Chapayev smiled, lowering herself down – and let out a soft, sensual whine as his cock pushed inside her. She kept lowering her lips down, teeth coming to sink into her bottom lip as his meat pushed in deeper and deeper, her walls clamping down around his shaft. The Commander himself gasped and squeezed her thighs more, pleasure pulsing up his sensitive length as her sex clenched around him so lovingly, the sensation alone making him lift his hips up and push his cock in the last few inches.
The cruiser moaned at the feeling, giggling as his hips dropped back down onto the bed – tempting her to raise her hips back up, his shaft slipping out; only to then drop herself back down, moaning as he hit her innermost parts. Without losing her sensual smile she started to ride him in earnest, bouncing on his length slowly and sexily, the Commander's lustful eyes roaming over her thighs as they tensed or relaxed. His gaze went further up, lust only growing as Chapayev teasingly lifted her nightgown up so he could watch his cock disappear between her smooth folds, their pelvises touching each time he was fully sheathed within the cruiser's womanhood.
''Mm... ah... ah~'' Chapayev moaned gently, leaning forwards and planting her free hand on his chest. ''You feel so wonderful inside me, Commander... oh how I've craved this moment, hehe~''
''You...?''
''Mmhm~'' Chapayev cooed, her other hand coming to rest on his stomach as she leaned over him. ''Just seeing you under me, panting and twitching in me... it's exciting. The only thing that would make it better is if I could have you in chains and begging for release~''
The Commander shivered at her lower, lustful whisper, the gleam in her blue eyes telling him she really meant it. And while he wasn't one for BDSM... he could admit to being into it if meant another night with the vixen currently impaling herself on his throbbing cock. ''Let's take it slow...?''
Chapayev laughed lightly. ''Oh we'll take it slow alright...''
She raked her nails up his stomach, hiking his shirt up. ''I'll take it so slow you'll be whimpering for me to speed up~''
The Commander merely groaned at that, already envisioning what debaucheries Chapayev could bring. Whether or not Chapayev knew of his inner thoughts or not the cruiser began working her hips more vigorously all the same, their flesh repeatedly smacking together as he went balls-deep in Chapayev, her pussy slick as she clenched his cock between her hot walls. Aroused by the feeling the Commander grabbed her waist and started thrusting himself up into her, his hips jerking up off the bed and plunging himself into her womanhood, drawing out moans and little lilted gasps from his lover, her pussy tightening when he rubbed a sensitive spot within her.
''Mm- oh! Oh, you cute- Mn~'' Chapayev moaned and shut her eyes, riding him with more earnest.
The Commander replied by grabbing her hips, his own hips thrusting upwards with more force than before – pounding their pelvises together and getting his cock in deep, scraping against her most sensitive spots. Chapayev rewarded him with a string of sensual moans that escalated into gentle cries of bliss, her whining voice ringing in his ears. The rising tempo of their movements was inviting, and he could tell Chapayev was liking it too. Something that tempted him to snake his hands around to her ass, and give her a spank.
Slap~!
''Ah~!'' Chapayev yelped in surprise, her fair cheeks colouring in embarrassment. ''Mm, that- ah~!''
Another yelp escaped Chapayev as he spanked her again. The shock of it faded a second later and the vixen giggled, shifting her hands onto his chest and leaning over him more, her gentle riding escalating into something more quick, more rough. The sound of their skin clapping together became a frequent one, as was the sensation of his cock being swallowed up by her wet heat; a groan escaping the Commander when she planted herself down his shaft and rotated her hips around in teasing circles, stirring him around her vice-like pussy.
In response he bucked his hips up, grunting for more. Chapayev giggled and obliged, bouncing on his cock with renewed vigour – her breathing hard and fast. One hand came up to tuck her hair out of the way but her constant bouncing curled it back in anyway, prompting her to instead sit more upright – her now-free hand going behind and under herself, grabbing his balls. The sensation pulled a gasp from his throat but Chapayev was relentless; mewling in pleasure as she rode his cock with feverish rolls of her hips, squeezing his balls all the whilst.
''Ah... C-Chapayev, I'm gonna cum...'' The Commander warned, thrusting between her inviting wet walls.
Chapayev let out a breathy sort of laugh. ''Mm, do it~ Fill me up to your heart's – ah – content~!''
The words drew a lustful growl from his throat, and with vigour the Commander held her waist and began slamming his cock up into her, the resounding smack of skin-on-skin so loud he knew someone would overhear. He didn't mind and Chapayev certainly didn't, judging by the sharp cry she let out as she threw her head back, slapping herself down onto his cock with a passion not previously revealed, her walls pressing down on his pulsing, throbbing cock-
-until he couldn't hold it anymore. ''Mn!''
Chapayev gasped, hips buckling as the first spurt of cum shot inside her sex – preluding the ensuing ropes that splattered against her wet, quivering walls and pumped in deep. She pushed herself all the way down his cock and shuddered, undoubtedly feeling his sticky cum splat within her; pumping into her womb and possibly even impregnating her. The latter prospect was far from their minds however; a mewl escaping Chapayev as she rocked her hips a little, helping wring out a little more of his seed, some of it overflowing from her folds and wetting his pelvis.
''Ah... hah...'' The cruiser was left both panting from his creampie, and giggling. ''Hehe... did you like that, Commander~?''
''Of course.'' The Commander grunted, squeezing her hips.
Chapayev's smile turned sultry. ''Mm... and I can tell you're not down and out just yet, are you? Still so hard inside me, even after releasing in me... ehe~''
The Commander agreed, responding not with words but with actions – holding her waist and rolling them over whilst still balls-deep in her. The movement drew a giggling laugh from Chapayev, her lips parting just in time for him to capture them in a kiss, muting her laugh into a pleased hum. Her eyes shut and he deepened the kiss, pressing himself down against her until her breasts squished against his chest, their softness hinting at the lack of any bra beneath.
''Seducing me after offering to let me sleep here...'' The Commander murmured huskily against her lips. ''You sly fox...''
''Hehe... are you going to punish this naughty fox then...'' Chapayev grazed her lips with his. ''Co-mman-der~?''
Answering her with force the Commander mashed his lips against hers, muffling Chapayev's horny moan and shoving his tongue into her open mouth – tempting Chapayev to fight back with her own tongue. At the same time he yanked his hips back, scraping her wet walls, before he rammed himself back into her; earning a hot moan from his partner as he sheathed himself deep within her. He hadn't pulled out yet so he was still extremely sensitive, his cock hot and sticky with their mixed fluids; said fluids squelching out of her sex as he started to thrust into her once more.
His slow thrusts were quick to escalate however, his hips rocking, thrusting – and soon he was pounding her. Planting his hands on either side of her he lifted himself up and away from her lips, a growl arising from his throat as he slammed into her tightening sex roughly; pulling a cry of pleasure out of Chapayev's throat, her head tipping back and hands grasping at the sheets, his cock smacking against hers with punctuating slaps of flesh.
''Oh yes! Yes! Harder!'' Chapayev cried out.
Growling the Commander reached up with his right hand, grasping the front of her white nightgown – and pulled. It tore a little at the sleeves but formed a wider hole in the chest region, allowing her plump breasts free from their confinement; something he exploited, grabbing her right tit and fondling it aggressively. Chapayev moaned happily at his touch, a breathy smile locked onto her lips even as she moaned, aroused that he was manhandling her so roughly.
Then with a grunt he leaned down, claiming her lips in another kiss – cutting her short. Grabbing the back of his head Chapayev moaned throatily into his mouth, her body jerking and shuddering as he rammed his cock into her pussy with raw claps of flesh, stirring up her insides and smearing his cum along her clenching walls. He broke off the kiss moments later, diving down instead and taking her right nipple into his mouth, sucking lustfully on the rosy nub and coaxing more shrill sounds of pleasure from his lover.
''Mm~!'' Chapayev pulled on his hair at that. ''H-Haah~! Yes!''
''The others will overhear.'' The Commander grunted as released her nipple; grunting as he planted his hand back down onto the bed and refocused on pounding her pussy.
Chapayev smiled breathily at that, her body jerking each time he sheathed himself inside her. ''H-Hah... let them hear~''
The thought pushed the Commander's lust to new heights – already envisioning the other members of the fleet actively listening in and, perhaps, getting off. Of Tashkent with her ass in the air and fingers ramming into her pussy, of Rossiya humping a pillow with frustrated grunts, of Kirov with an ear to the door and one hand in her sleeping shorts, her thighs buckling as she worked her fingers furiously. The exciting thought gave him the strength to slam his hips forth harder, drawing sweet cries out of Chapayev as he pounded her raw, his hands catching her wrists and pinning them to the bed as he fucked her ever so roughly.
His unrelenting pace drew more cries out of Chapayev, her lips mashing up against his moments later – tempting him to press his body flush down against her, pounding her into the bed and sheathing himself balls-deep into her cum-filled pussy, the hot wet squelching sounds only fuelling his lust, sending throbs of pleasure up his shaft. He didn't resist it, feeling her seize and tense, gasps and cries fleeing her in increasingly short breaths, her back arching – until Chapayev threw her head back, and screamed.
''O-OHH!'' And at last Chapayev orgasmed, tightening like a hot, slippery vice.
The Commander couldn't hold it; managing just a number of short, gasping thrusts – before busting his load inside her with a shout of pleasure, his cum shooting into her sex and flooding her womb. Chapayev writhed at the feeling, high-pitched gasps fleeing her lips as his cock slammed into her a couple more times, each one making a wet squelch as he stirred her insides up, their mixed fluids pushed out around his cock as he filled her with his hot, milky seed.
''O-Oh... ahh...'' Even as Chapayev came down from her high she was left shivering and shuddering. ''Oh... t-that was amazing... aha... oh... haha...''
The Commander groaned breathlessly and pulled out in response, laying down next to her and kissing her instead of speaking. Chapayev moaned into the kiss and reciprocated, the two of them pawing at each other with lustful hands, gradually removing their sleepwear until both were naked in the faint light, soon escalating into another round of sex against the wall, her back to it and his body squishing her against it as he fucked her.
The pair would keep going for hours to come, orgasm after orgasm leaving them weak and gasping, bodies sweaty and flushed under the moonlight, until at last fatigue brought them to the land of slumber.
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