Lonely Kind
Evenings were always Izumo's favourite time of the day.
The sight of the setting sun, often backed by the purpling sky and lazily-drifting clouds, brought her a peace she sorely longed for; rarely getting to enjoy it during the day due to her nature as a Prototype ship. She was always taking part in exercises or battles, her great strength forcing the Commander to use her as the main counter to the Sirens. She didn't begrudge such a choice; if anything she approved of it. She was designed to counter the otherworldly invaders; it would be the height of foolishness not to use that trait.
However even though she approved of her usage, she still desired time to simply sit and bask in the quiet; to bathe in the peace she fought and bled for. Something she frequently did alone; she had no sister-ships to speak of, and she was aware she wasn't the most approachable person on the base. People didn't avoid her per se, but she was self-aware enough to know that she intimidated even some of the older ships, and they pointedly made sure not to get in her path.
Izumo sighed, briefly closing her eyes. She knew all this. But that didn't make it sting any less, to know that for all the good she did – she was alone. Even her fellow Prototype ships kept their distance, though that was largely because of their own tendencies. Monarch was a loner by nature. Roon didn't care for anyone but the Commander. Neptune wasn't pleasant to stick around with for long, courtesy of her razor-sharp tongue. Saint Louis spent her time training near-constantly, stopping only to pray before continuing. None were the type to bask in peace.
None, save her one and only true friend.
Sssp~
''I'm not disturbing you, am I... Izumo?''
The aforementioned Battleship smiled slightly, letting out a low hum as she opened her eyes. ''No... what is it, Ibuki?''
Behind her she could almost feel Ibuki's tentative smile, the soft-spoken girl walking inside. ''I made some sweets earlier, and... um, I was wondering if you...?''
''I wouldn't mind trying them, yes.'' Izumo agreed, glancing over her shoulder.
Sunlight spilled in through the open window, the edges of the wall casting long shadows that crossed over Ibuki's frame; the blue-haired cruiser wearing a gentle smile and wielding a small paper bag of sweets, tied by a white ribbon and looped around her fingers. Soft taps echoed as Ibuki approached her side, her boots tapping against the perfectly-polished plank floor. Her heterochromatic eyes squinted slightly as she stepped into the waning sunlight, her face scrunching up in a distinctly cute manner that left Izumi chuckling.
''What is it?'' Ibuki turned her squinted gaze at her, raising her free hand to block the sun.
''Nothing.'' Izumo dismissed the words, mindfully controlling her soft chuckles.
Ibuki hummed suspiciously but didn't push the issue, lowering down to her knees and sitting seiza to the left of the taller Battleship. The paper bag of sweets thumped against the wooden flooring and came undone with a single tug of the string, revealing a small array of jelly sweets coated in sparkling sugar; ranging from red to orange to green in colour. Idly Izumo picked the red and popped it into her mouth, biting down on the sugary sweet and feeling it crunch between her teeth, the sweet strawberry taste all but melting onto her tongue.
''Mm.'' Izumo hummed approvingly, swallowing. ''It's good. You've improved.''
Ibuki flashed a pleased smile, her cheeks dusting a flustered pink. ''I-I'm glad...''
The Battleship's chest rumbled with a low chuckle rich in amusement, plucking up another sweet and popping it into her mouth, savouring the sweet taste. Silence reigned but neither were in a rush to break it; Ibuki was one of the few people that would happily bask in the silence, to savour the quiet before the storm. The two had grown close because of that mutual trait, often getting together just to sit in silence. At some point Ibuki started baking sweets and brought them along, providing the two of them with some snacks to feast upon while they sat.
Gradually the sun began to sink beyond the horizon, the air cooling to a pleasant chill and wafting in through the large open window of Izumo's bedroom; the entire southern wall replaced by a low balcony-esque wall and nothing else. Her room was four stories up so she had no concerns about privacy, especially since she cared little for it in the first place.
The sound of fluttering fabric grew Izumo's attention, a light blush dusting her cheeks when Ibuki bumped shoulders with her, pointedly looking off to the side with flushed cheeks. With an exasperated smile the taller Battleship grasped Ibuki's left shoulder and gently pulled her down, the cruiser sliding down until her head ended up in the Battleship's lap. Her favourite place to relax in recent weeks.
''Mm...'' Ibuki blushed demurely, her cheeks pressing against Izumo's thighs.
The Battleship chuckled lightly, resting her right hand on Ibuki's head and slowly threading her fingers into the cruiser's blue hair, soothingly stroking her head. Ibuki's eyes fluttered shut and she hummed, nuzzling Izumo's thighs as she let the taller woman play with her hair. Near-silence passed for several peaceful minutes, disturbed only by Ibuki's soft humming and Izumo's fingers threading through her long hair.
''I wonder if any of our sisters might show up, one day...'' Ibuki murmured quietly, tone wistful.
''Perhaps.'' Izumo replied non-committally. ''We managed to be summoned, even though our existences are impossible. It's not unbelievable to imagine others might too.''
Ibuki hummed, nuzzling Izumo's thighs with wordless affection, bringing a smile to the Battleship's face. The two of them had grown close largely because of their mutual loneliness, taking comfort in each other – able to sympathise with the other thanks to their shared origins as Prototype ships. To be born from nothing but conceptual thoughts and dreams, they were unique compared to their traditional counterparts. And that uniqueness unconsciously formed a divide between them and their counterparts, knowingly or not.
It was hard to relate to someone who was born from nothing but hopes and dreams, after all.
''At least-'' Izumo remarked slowly. ''-we have each other.''
''Yeah...'' Ibuki breathed a deep sigh, nuzzling her legs tenderly.
Izumo smiled slightly, resting her left hand on Ibuki's bare thighs; soothingly stroking her companion's legs. The blue-haired cruiser mewled softly and squirmed a bit, her pink cheeks gaining a more prominent hue as the Battleship teasing ran her fingers along her leg. Izumo didn't do anything deliberately lewd at first; purposefully taking things slow and simply stroking Ibuki's creamy legs, never treading higher up than her skirt.
Ibuki bit her lip and looked up at her; heterochromatic eyes twinkling with demure embarrassment. In response Izumo ruffled her blue locks affectionately, sliding her hand through her companion's hair until she found her horns; pinching the base and squeezing just a little bit. The gentle pressure easily made Ibuki shudder, a reflexive moan weaselling its way out her throat from the good feeling, her eyelashes fluttering prettily.
''Hmhm...'' Izumo chuckled softly, daringly sliding her hands further up; fingertips tracing Ibuki's thighs just under her skirt, but going no further.
The cruiser shuddered and buried her head into Izumo's lap, hiding her embarrassed visage as the taller woman teased her. A familiar little game they played, and one Izumo knew intimately – an amused smile curling at her lips as she slid her hand further up Ibuki's creamy legs, hiking her dress up just a tiny bit more, revealing the bottom of her dark blue panties. Despite the arousing sight Izumo didn't speed up; instead maintaining a teasingly slow pace, her fingertips daintily stroking Ibuki's legs so gently it left the cruiser shivering.
Her hand shifted further up, finally brushing against the waistband of Ibuki's underwear. With tantalising slowness Izumo traced the rim of her underwear, smiling as she listened to Ibuki's barely-muffled gasps and whimpers, the cruiser quivering from her mere touch. She dipped her fingertips just under the waistband, teasingly stroking Ibuki's pelvis – only to retract her hand, pulling it back out again.
''Mn...'' Ibuki whimpered, tilting her head and peeking up at her. ''Why did you...?''
Izumo smiled, pinching her horn again in lieu of a response – earning a soft groan from Ibuki as gentle pleasure teased her scalp. The Battleship shifted her left hand back long enough to pull Ibuki's dress up, exposing her deep blue panties fully; the underwear hugging Ibuki's creamy hips nicely. A spark of arousal flickered through Izumo but she controlled it with ease, focusing instead of teasing her companion; sliding her hand back up Ibuki's leg and squeezing her thigh.
''Ahh...'' Ibuki moaned softly, biting her lip when Izumo reached around and tenderly groped her ass. ''Mm... I-Izumo...''
The Battleship laughed softly, spending a long minute to simply grope Ibuki's ass; each little squeeze done with alternating strength. A gentle squeeze earned a soft mewl while a rough squeeze drew out a startled gasp, Ibuki's hips wiggling around from the fondling. She was always weak to teasing, and Izumo fondly remembered the time she came just from a little neck-biting in the shower. Though the shower-head against her crotch probably helped with that.
Izumo teased her companion's rear for only a little longer, her hand slowly shifting around to Ibuki's hip; fingertips dipping beneath the waistband and tracing the curve of Ibuki's pelvis. With tantalising slowness they slid down towards Ibuki's womanhood, and Ibuki released a low moan when she finally reached it – three fingers gently pressing down on her folds. Her hips buckled and she curled her shoulders inwards as Izumo started rubbing small circles, a quiet chuckle escaping the taller woman as she teased her lover.
''A-Ahh...'' Ibuki moaned breathlessly, one hand sliding up to her chest and groping herself. ''Izumo...''
''You keep saying my name...'' Izumo drawled, curling her fingers and pressing two of her fingers against Ibuki's pussy. ''I'd like to hear it more.''
Ibuki gasped quietly as the Battleship pushed both digits inside her sensitive pussy, all her earlier teasing making her nerves extra sensitive; warm pleasure weaselling its way through her pelvis and sending tremors shooting through her body. Slowly Izumo pumped them in and out of Ibuki's folds, lust flickering inside her when she felt wet arousal coat her probing digits; Ibuki's inner walls reflexively clamping tight around her fingers.
Stifling an amused chuckle Izumo took it further; swirling her fingers around in small circles and earning another quivering moan from Ibuki, the cruiser's insides clenching around her fingers in response. Izumo replied by pushing a third digit inside, intently watching as Ibuki's shoulders stiffened, a strained moan escaping her lips; face hidden in Izumo's lap. Even without being able to see her face she could still imagine the expression, making the Battleship lick her lips with arousal.
''Ah... haah... I-Izumo... Izumo...'' Ibuki's breathing grew heavier, audible even with her face buried in Izumo's thighs; her hot breath making Izumo shiver.
Her plunging fingers swiftly grew faster, sliding in and out Ibuki's slick pussy relentlessly; moving at a moderate but unfaltering pace. On reflex Ibuki's free hand darted down, grabbing Izumo's wrist and gasping softly, begging for her to slow down – to give her a brief break from the unrelenting pleasure. Izumo refused, using her greater strength to keep pumping her fingers, deeply relishing the way Ibuki's toes curled and her back slowly arched; trembling moans leaving her pursed pink lips.
''Mm...'' Izumo daintily held Ibuki's head, gently rolling her head to the side.
Ibuki whimpered but didn't resist, shifting so she was looking up at her lover. The cruiser's face was flushed red, her lips parted as she panted heavily, arousal sparkling in her mismatched eyes. Repeatedly she tried to close her mouth only for it to open again as she moaned, her lips quivering as they fought to seal away the arousing sounds that quivered from her throat.
Izumo smirked slightly, soothingly threading her fingers through Ibuki's hair even as she kept pumping her arousal-coated fingers into Ibuki's pussy, progressively moving her hand faster and faster – growing excited by the sight of her submissive companion moaning. The cruiser's dark blue panties were growing wet with her own juices, damp against the back of Izumo's hand and only fuelling Izumo's own arousal, taking great pleasure in her actions.
''Haah... a-ah... s-slow down...'' Ibuki whimpered desperately, her thighs clamping around Izumo's hand as best she could. ''I-I can't... it's too much...''
Izumo chuckled, and pushed a fourth finger inside. Ibuki's eyes widened and a gasp tore itself from her inviting lips, her whole body briefly spasming as raw pleasure shot through her quivering body. The mere sight only encouraged Izumo to finger-fuck her faster, eagerly plunging all four fingers deep inside, Ibuki's leaking honey letting her be as rough as she wanted without risk of hurting her.
''I-Izumo... o-ohh gods...'' Ibuki's free hand left her breast and slapped itself over her mouth, muffling her moans. ''O-Oh...''
''That's it...'' Izumo purred, rolling her wrist as fast as she could. ''Let it out, Ibuki~''
The cruiser buckled at the sensual whisper her words ended in, her inner walls clenching and quivering around the Battleship's fingers desperately. Izumo only smiled, curling her fingers inside Ibuki's pussy – and instantly tipping her over the edge.
''M-Myaah~!'' Even with a hand slapped over her mouth Ibuki's wail of pleasure was easily heard, her hip buckling and her legs kicking wildly, pleasure flooding her spasming body and her honey squirting out around Izumo's curled fingers, the arousing sensation earning a soft coo from the Battleship.
Izumo let Ibuki ride her climax out, remaining still as the slim girl endure the mind-melting pleasure. Only once her orgasm slowly settled down did Izumo shift, slowly pulling her fingers out Ibuki's folds and earning a soft groan from the cruiser, smiling when she saw how wet her fingers were. Glancing down she met Ibuki's breathless eyes and deliberately raised her hand, popping her honey-coated fingers into her mouth and audibly sucking them clean.
Ibuki blushed a deep red. ''A-Ah... don't do that...''
''Why not~?'' Izumo teasingly smiled, stroking her small horns. ''You taste... divine~''
The blue-haired cruiser squirmed demurely, pouting up at her. On trembling arms Ibuki sat up, swaying for a brief second as she pushed past her orgasmic high – and Izumo groaned as Ibuki suddenly darted in, crashing their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss. Hands laid themselves on her shoulders and Izumo let herself be pushed back, hitting the polished wood floor with a low grunt; her lips never breaking off from Ibuki's.
Ibuki eagerly crawled up her body, deepening the hot kiss and sliding her hands down, groping Izumo's plump breasts. The Battleship groaned and replied by grabbing Ibuki's shapely ass, roughly groping her rear and eliciting a quiet whimper from the cruiser, pleasure teasing her hypersensitive nerves. Their lips broke apart with an audible pop, leaving them staring into each other's eyes for a long moment – before Ibuki shifted backwards.
''Mm...'' Izumo shuddered as Ibuki kissed her inner thigh, aroused anticipation bubbling inside her. ''Ibuki...''
''...it's not fair that I'm the only one who gets to feel good...'' Ibuki murmured softly, licking her thigh – staring up into Izumo's eyes as she did so. ''So let me... take my turn too...''
Anything Izumo wished to say melted into a low, carnal groan as Ibuki bit her inner thigh; nipping at her thigh pleasantly. The cruiser kissed the bite mark better, demurely shifting to her other thigh and nipping there too, tenderly biting only to kiss it better seconds later. The brief spark of pain aroused Izumo, taking pleasure from the pain and barely stifling her own groans as Ibuki turned the tables.
Whether out of mercy or simple arousal Ibuki didn't tease her for long, spending only a short minute to tenderly nip at her inner thighs before shifting further up. Two fingers curled into the front of her white leotard and tugged it aside, revealing Izumo's folds; no underwear to hide them. With a demure smile Ibuki leaned in, pressing her lips against Izumo's pussy and kissing it, her cheeks darkening when Izumo released a low, pleased groan.
''Mm... chu...'' Ibuki's lips gently smacked against Izumo's folds.
Izumo tipped her head back, breathing a low groan as pleasure teased her lower lips. Unconsciously she slid a hand down and threaded her fingers into Ibuki's long hair, gripping it tightly and pushing Ibuki's head between her thighs – earning a muffled groan from the cruiser as she obliged. Not a second later a wet tongue took a long lick of her pussy, shooting hot sparks through Izumo's pelvis; a rumbling groan leaving her chest.
Several eager licks followed the first, Ibuki's dexterous tongue greedily lapping at her womanhood and extracting more breathless groans from the taller Battleship. Izumo tightened her grip on Ibuki's hair and the cruiser obeyed, wiggling the tip of her tongue between Izumo's folds – before plunging her tongue inside her womanhood, earning a deep moan of approval that left Ibuki blushing furiously, her own pussy burning for attention.
''Mn...'' Ibuki slid her hands up, grabbing Izumo's hips – more to occupy her own hands than anything else.
With thinly-veiled eagerness Ibuki went to work; swirling her tongue around Izumo's womanhood and tasting her lover's honey, lapping it all up without hesitation. The sweet tangy taste only encouraged the cruiser to pleasure Izumo more, drinking up her nectar hungrily – shivering at the sounds of Izumo's rumbling moans. Switching tracks she suddenly pulled her tongue back out, instead lapping at her pussy with feverish licks, her tongue repeatedly licking the Battleship's sensitive clit.
''A-Ah~'' Izumo released a shuddering moan, sucking in a deep breath. ''Gods... Ibuki...''
The blue-haired girl squirmed at the breathy murmur, arousal flooding her hot body and prompting her to daringly slide her left hand down Izumo's thigh. Her fingers traced down to Izumo's knee before it slipped off, quickly moving between her own thighs and cupping her pussy – making Ibuki moan deeply as she pushed three fingers inside herself, fingering herself even as she continued eating Izumo out.
''Hah... naughty...'' Izumo breathed, sliding her hand over and grabbing Ibuki's small horns.
Ibuki whimpered at her touch; sparks of pleasure teasing her scalp like an invisible massage. She refocused on Izumo's womanhood and kept licking like a thirst dog, her tongue aching from moving so much yet her lust refusing to let it rest. At some unseen signal she changed tactics; plunging her tongue back into Izumo's pussy and swirling it around in quick circles, exploring her quivering insides and sucking on her folds, the tangy taste of Izumo's arousal lingering on her tongue.
Honey dribbled along her tongue and down her chin, her jaw becoming wet with Izumo's honey as she buried her face between the Battleship's thighs – eating her out with single-minded desire. Muffled whimpers escaped the cruiser as she fingered herself at the same time, plunging three fingers inside her pussy down to the knuckle, soon adding a fourth in a weak attempt to replicate the pleasure Izumo gave her; one digit away from outright fisting herself. The thought was a tempting one, but as Izumo let out a loud groan, her full focus landed on her moaning companion.
''Ibuki... y-yes... that's it~'' Izumo groaned out, rocking her hips and slowly arching her back. ''Ibuki... h-here it- Mm~!''
The Battleship's breathless murmurings prompted Ibuki to desperately double her efforts; her tongue swirling around Izumo's quivering pussy madly, eager to make her lover climax – and as her nose pressed against Izumo's clit, she was granted that wish.
''M-Mmph~!'' Izumo buried a fist into her mouth, stifling her loud, trembling groan as her hips buckled wildly; her orgasm ripping through her.
Ibuki moaned, planting her lips firmly on Izumo's pussy and drinking up her honey, her tongue continuing to lick and lap at her insides; dragging out Izumo's climax for as long as possible.
Soon the Battleship's climax slowed, her hips going still as the mind-melting pleasure finally ceased. Ibuki leaned back, panting heavily both from her activity and her own arousal, reluctantly pulling her fingers out her pussy; an aching burn remaining in her pelvis, reminding her she hadn't cum yet. She pushed down that desire for the time being, instead crawling up Izumo's panting frame until she was at eye-level with her lover; swiftly leaning down and kissing her on the lips.
''Mm...'' Izumo groaned approvingly into the kiss, grabbing her shapely ass. ''Ibuki...''
''A-Ah...'' The cruiser squirmed as the taller woman squeezed her rear, her mere touch sending pleasant tingles through her body.
Izumo clearly knew how close she was, a slow smirk gracing her features. ''Let's clean ourselves up in the shower... but first...''
Ibuki yelped as Izumo suddenly spun them around, pinning Ibuki to the floor. The cruiser blushed darkly at the intense gaze the oni-woman was giving her and squirmed onto her stomach, feigning trying to crawl away – and enticing Izumo to grab her shoulders and push her down. Her plump breasts squished against the cold floor and she whimpered, squirming with faux-helplessness as Izumo leaned over her, breathing a warm breath against her neck.
''Mine.'' Izumo whispered once, before biting her neck.
Ibuki buckled, a strained moan leaving her lips as the taller woman pressed herself flush against her – slowly rolling her hips and grinding herself against Ibuki's rear. The sensual grinding sent pleasurable shivers running through Ibuki, her whimpers evolving into a quiet gasp when Izumo's right hand suddenly slid down underneath her, shooting down her stomach – and burying three fingers into her pussy.
''M-Mm~!'' Ibuki moaned sharply, biting her bottom lip in a weak attempt to muffle it.
The blue-haired cruiser was helpless to fight back; divine pleasure teasing her aching womanhood as Izumo alternated between furiously fingering her or rubbing her wet folds roughly, her fingers quickly becoming drenched in Ibuki's own honey. The erotic sensation made her breathing grow short, not helped by how her chest was currently being squished against the floor, the discomfort arousing her even more and making her grow light-headed from the overstimulation.
Izumo was relentless, not slowing her fingers down even as Ibuki melted beneath her. Her pelvis gently bumped against Ibuki's ass, dry-humping her with erotic eagerness and biting the cruiser's neck and shoulders passionately, leaving a series of hickeys all over Ibuki's skin – marks sure to draw a few curious questions at the onsen. The thought only enticed Izumo more, her teeth trailing over Ibuki's perfect skin and biting down, marking her as hers and hers alone.
''A-Ah... nooo~'' Ibuki moaned shakily, her inner walls clenching around Izumo's fingers. ''I-If... if you do that... a-ah~!''
Izumo licked the back of her neck, and bit down – curling all three fingers and pressing her thumb against Ibuki's clit. ''Cum for me.''
A stuttering gasp was her answer; Ibuki's back arching back as raw pleasure ripped through her slim body – her gasp evolving into a breathless wail as she climaxed for the second time that day, her honey squirting out around Izumo's plunging fingers and enticing the Battleship to finger-fuck her faster, dragging out her orgasm for as long as physically possible.
''A-Ah... ohh...'' Ibuki groaned as Izumo's fingers slowed down. ''Gods... g-give me a break...''
Izumo chuckled deeply, kissing the back of Ibuki neck before pulling her fingers out; giving her lover's pussy one last rub before withdrawing her hand entirely. The Battleship leaned back, spending a long moment to simply admire Ibuki's panting frame-
-before boldly snaking her arms underneath her, and picking her up in a bridal carry.
''Now... let's get cleaned up.''
Ibuki only groaned, fully aware that was the last thing either intended to do.
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