Welcome to GFL: A Doll's Love, my first attempt at a lemon-y anthology. I tried to start it off with both AK-47 and M4A1, but I couldn't really do it, so I'm doing M1911 instead. How fitting that the first Doll you ever get starts this hopefully plot-including smut anthology off.
Some of these may be part of the Recollection, but they're mostly separate from it, although they mostly have a male Commander. And before you ask, there will be human NPC-centric chapters (Kalina, Helian, Persica, and Angelia.)
And also, italics with normal quotation marks indicate Zener Network usage.
I hope you like this!
Station 794, Sector 09
Ukraine, Neo-Soviet Union
August 05, 2062
Note: This is in GFL: Recollection's universe and uses its characters, but it's partially non-canon to the actual story.
Warning: [SPOILER ALERT] for following events: additions to the 794 staff, mentions of upcoming events in the main story.
Tactical Doll M1911
"Hah, wish I had something to do...!"
"I agree with ya, nya."
"I don't need anything from you, IDW."
After the special ops T-Doll M16A1 was retreived and her team was reunited, things had gotten rather boring in Station 794, as HQ had not seen to give the base's Commander any missions as of lately. However, what they did do was send two new T-Dolls to the base to aid them in future missions.
M1911 strode through the base's halls, seeking the Commander out in order fo her to talk to him about getting coffee at Springfield's Café. They had been good friends from day one, but over the month, as he led them through battle after battle, her feelings concerning him had steadily turned from mere friendship into a full-blown romantic interest, and now, even thinking of him would cause her heart to race and her mind to fill with endless different possibilities with him.
Of course, she had been planning to confess to him for almost two weeks, but with back-to-back missions being carried out for the past two weeks, she didn't even have the time to do so, and even now, despite having so much free time to work with thanks to the lack of missions, there were still two obstacles in her way, namely, the new arrivals.
Speak of the devil, and he will appear...
As she was walking down the hall, she caught sight of a brown-haired cat-girl with a pink stripe in her hair and heterchromatic blue and red eyes, holding a brown bag containing sweets.
This was MK23, a stellar 4-Star T-Doll, as well as one of M1911's rivals.
"Hmmm, where are you, Darling...?" she asked, her black tail swishing as she tried to find the Commander.
Due to how they were walking in opposite directions, the two HGs soon ran into each other.
"What're you doing here?" MK23 asked, crossing her arms.
"Trying to find the Commander. I'd ask you if you knew, but it's obvious you don't." M1911 replied cordially.
"Oh. Why are you trying to find him?"
"I was planning on asking him if he wanted to go out for coffee with me, but it seems you already had plans." A hint of bitterness colored M1911's tone.
"I did indeed, but-- oh, are you trying to take him away from me?" MK23 asked threateningly, realizing why her rival asked that question.
"No, not really. I knew him first, you know, so he'd probably pick me, anyways..."
The cat-girl's eye began to twitch in response to the reply.
"Are you even considering the possibility he just sees you as a friend?" she asked next.
"I am, but fortune favors the bold, and I won't know if he reciprocates my feelings unless I reveal them."
"Get in line."
As MK23 got angrier and angrier, the veteran began to look for ways to dispel her temper before it reaches the breaking point, and soon, she found that way.
"Hey, how about this: whoever finds him first gets to spend time with him first? That sound fair?" she asked.
The cat-girl thought it over, her tail swishing as she contemplated her next decision.
"I suppose that would work." she began, only for a voice to cut through the hallways and startle both Dolls.
"Hey, you two."
The two turned around to see the Commander standing behind them, a light smile on his face as his green eyes regarded the two Dolls in the hall.
"Crap, it's not gonna work. Rock, paper, scissors, then?"
"Sure."
The two did a quick rock, paper, scissors game with their beloved Darling as their audience, and M1911 cursed to herself when she saw MK23 pick rock and gently bop her scissors-hand with it.
"You win, go ahead." the HG told her rival over Zener, defeat lacing her voice as she walked away, intent on going to the firing range.
The last thing she heard as she walked away was her rival giving the Commander her snacks before she was out of earshot, a single thought on her mind.
You may have won the fight, but you won't win the war.
Now in the firing range, M1911 fired her silver pistol at the target in her lane, set closer than the others as the usual distance was outside her optimal firing range.
As the last round impacted the target, the HG set her gun down and increased her internal optics' zoom level, seeing one hit dead center, two hits in the inner ring, one hit in the outer ring, and three complete misses.
How did I manage that?! she asked herself angrily. I never get more than two misses on a target! At least, not until recently.
The door to the range opened, reavealing a short Doll with long blonde hair and a red dress on the other side as she merrily skipped in.
This was M9, M1911's other rival, but for an entirely different reason than MK23.
Taking the lane next to M1911's own, she began to fire her own pistol at her target, her larger magazine giving her much more room for error as she fired at her target. Gunfire echoed through the range as the newbie practiced, her long hair fluttering a little with every shot she fired.
Picking up her black pistol, M1911 continued her own session, three of her shots hitting her target but none hitting dead center, the other four missing completely, and as she loaded her magazines again, the veteran heard M9 empty her weapon, then cheer at her results.
And meanwhile, I'm here missing every damn shot.
As predicted, she only had a 43% hit rate, a constant for her nowadays.
"Hey, old granny!"
The older blonde turned around to see M9 behind her, holding a datapad with her results on it and likely wanting to show off to her. What made her different than MK23 was how undisciplined she was, as she always made sure to jab at M1911's age in both gun age and Doll age, and on top of that, she seemed dead-set on getting the veteran scrapped.
"The fuck do you want?" she growled at her in response to the age jab.
"I just wanted to show you that I got a 76% hit rate just now! What did you get, 10%?"
Ouch. I'm not that bad, you know.
"43%, okay? And before you diss my marksmanship, I only have seven rounds in my gun, eight with an extra bullet in the chamber. You have fifteen rounds by default."
"Oof. Too bad your creator thought that seven bullets would be enough for the world." the undisciplined Doll told her in response. "That's nowhere near enough to beat Sangvis!"
Judging that those seven rounds were enough for the first two World Wars, and that autonomous combat androids weren't part of warfare in that time, that was unfair.
"Sure, I only have seven rounds, but I also have more stopping power in each bullet, which means two rounds can bust a Sangvis Doll's head open. You need four rounds." M1911 made sure to emphasize that.
"Even then, I'm faster than you, which makes me harder to hit."
"You're also smaller, especially in a certain department--" M1911 started, placing a hand on her ample bust.
"H-hey!"
"--which means you'll get less attention from the men. Especially the Commander."
At the very least M1911 had superior curves to M9, and she had seen the Commander sneak a peek at her on a few occasions, most notably the first time they met (when his paranoid, somewhat loopy self wasn't thinking she was a Soviet assassin.)
"W-well... that doesn't matter! I'm more popular." M9 told her, trying to act like the jab at her near-flat chest (which she padded) affected her.
"Bullshit. I've been here for years--"
"Which means it's time for you to retire, Granny."
Before M1911 could retaliate, the door opened and Thompson and AK-47 entered the firing range, a disapproving glare aimed at the two HGs as the senior SMG took in the scene.
"What the hell's goin' on?" she asked irritably.
"M9 provoked me." M1911 curtly explained.
"That's a lie!" M9 replied heatedly. "I was just showing her my results when she got upset at me!"
"You and I both know that's a lie, squeaker." AK-47 cut in. "Any time you and 1911 enter the same room, you start shit. It's like you hate her or something."
At the very least the older blonde could count on AK-47 being on her side, as they had known each other for years.
"She does."
"Just stop it, you two." Thompson told them. "Anyways, the Bossman needs us for a job, so get your shit straight and let's go."
The two HGs complied, but that didn't stop them from glaring daggers at each other on the way out.
"What the fuck was that?!"
Now back from the mission, Fireteam Thompson (a team M1911 worked with when an experienced HG was needed) had returned to their warm, 1930s themed dorm room, and currently, M1911 was chewing M9 out for making a very stupid decision. One that nearly got them killed.
"Well somebody had to stop him from blowing the target up!" M9 protested.
"That's when you get M14 and M21 to neutralize him, not shoot him yourself, compromise our position, and nearly blow us all up all at the same time! Seriously, think before you act!"
Nearby, Thompson and the two Rifles watched the arguement go down. It was their job to stop the fight, but after nearly dying and going through extensive repairs, they were far too tired to deal with it.
Of course, if it had kept on for any longer, then Thompson would have certainly intervened, had the door to the dorm not opened and revealed Howa Type 64 on the other side.
"1911-san, AK-san needs your help." she explained, motioning towards her leader.
"What'd she do this time?" the blonde asked exasperatedly.
"Someone saw fit to yank her top off of her while she was wearing it. I believe that P7's responsible, because I saw her running off with Spectre's top at one point as well."
The image of an angry AK-47 ripping the mischievous nun a new one entered her mind.
"So... we gotta get it back from her?" she sighed exasperatedly.
"Hai."
"Anything's better than arguing with my hardheaded junior."
As M1911 got up and left with Howa 64, she caught sight of M9 shooting daggers at her, as if she was silently telling her the arguement wasn't over.
"Thanks for helping me, comrade."
AK-47 sat in her seat at Springfield's Café, chugging away at her vodka bottle as M1911 drank some orange juice. After catching P7 with not only the former's green top, but also Honey Badger's black bikini top, they decided to celebrate their little victory at the Café.
"You're welcome, AK." the shorter blonde said, patting the drunk's shoulder. "Why did P7 do that anyways?"
"Beats me. Hey, what's up with you and M9, anyways? You never told me."
"She's undisciplined, annoying, and downright disrespectful. She also nearly got us killed multiple times last mission."
M1911 sighed, planting her forehead into the bar.
"Sounds like you need to tell the Boss about this. Or IOP. If she's acting out-of-line, then they could reset her. She's brand-new, anyways, so it wouldn't do too much damage."
"I don't want her reset. I want her to learn. She has potential, but she's too obsessed with getting me retired to tap into it, I think."
"Why?"
It took a moment for her to reply to AK-47's question.
"Because she wants to be my Darling's favorite." she said. "I'm not sure if it's because of love or because she just wants the attention, but-- God, I think she hates me just because I'm closer to him than she is."
"So the squeaker's just jealous, huh?" AK-47 guessed. "She shouldn't be. He's nice to everyone-- wait, what did you call the Boss just now?"
Shit, I didn't mean to call him Darling in front of AK!
"U-um... I didn't call him anything." the HG tried to play off, joping her friend wouldn't notice her slip-up, but unfortunately, she did.
"Don't bullshit me, 1911. I heard you call him 'my Darling.' You love the Commander, don't you?" AK-47 asked softly.
"Yes..." M1911 answered, ashamed.
"For how long?"
The HG couldn't bring herself to answer, shame eating away at her heart as she looked at the wooden bar.
"A month." she finally replied. "Ever since that rescue mission me and him did."
AK-47 merely hummed in acknowledgement, taking a smaller sip of vodka from her bottle.
"I see..."
"AK... I'm scared."
"Scared? Why?"
"I'm almost ten years old, and as you know, that's about half of our lifespan. I may have seen many things and I may have loads of experience to pass on, but at some point, that won't be enough, and I'll be replaced by newer, more advanced Dolls. I know that the Commander wouldn't give up on me; after all, I recruited him to Griffin in the first place, but between M9 trying her damnedest to get me scrapped, MK23 one-upping me in the confidence department, and me fucking up my aim and fighting capabilities because I can't think straight, I'm at a loss, and that's why I'm scared."
Like the good friend she was AK-47 listened to her friend's admission, noting how her eyes never left her hands or how they shook a bit as she confessed her biggest fears.
"What do I do?" M1911 asked desperately.
The drunkard exhaled, and the HG knew she was coming up with a solution.
"I'll get you two into a room together without anyone interrupting, but it's up to you to convey your feelings for him. Got that?" she told her, setting her bottle aside.
"Yeah."
Leaving her seat, the blonde then hugged AK-47 from the side, a warm smile on her face as she expressd her gratitude.
"Thanks for hearing me out, AK. I mean it."
The AR wasted no time in wrapping her arm around her old friend, returning the hug in kind.
"You're welcome."
The two stayed like that until MDR found them and tried to take a picture of them embracing to post it, only for a vodka bottle to smack the troll square in the face.
Commander Ian Becker
"What is this?"
Ian Becker was currently in his office, having just finished off his paperwork (which he had nearly mag-dumped his M4A1 into,) and having shared pastries with MK23, he had been contemplating going to the data room to help Kalina with her work when G36 delivered him an anonymous letter.
"A letter, sir. Addressed to you." the maid replied curtly when she handed it to him.
"I got that when you gave it to me." Ian sighed as he opened the envelope, pulling the letter out and reading it.
'Come to the Echelon One dorm at 8:00 P.M. There's a gift in it for ya. -- Anonymous'
"Anonymous?"
Could this be from an Echelon One member, like 1911? I know for a fact she likes me quite a lot, so could this "gift" be her love? Or is this letter just MDR fucking with me? Wouldn't be the first time.
"This better not be a shitty pranking attempt by P7 or MDR." he said, getting up and shedding his heavy jacket and gloves, but keeping his pistol in case it was a trap.
"I'll make sure it isn't." G36 told him.
"Good, because I'm not getting coated in any kind of nasty fluids again. I mean it."
When the clock struck eight, Ian found himself in front of Echelon One's room, knocking on the door to see if anyone was in it. After hearing nothing on the other side, he drew his M17 pistol and looked around him before he opened the door, ready to shoot whatever nasty trick may have been put in the door.
Only to find nothing in it.
Holstering his handgun in relief, he entered the room and shut the door behind him, taking in the cozy five-bed room, a simulated fireplace giving the room a homey feel. When he looked into the dorm room, he saw not an unmarked box, but M1911 sitting on her bed, her boot-clad feet hanging off the bed as she absentmindly tapped her fingers on the bed. She had obviously waited for him for a while, judging by how she muttered "took you long enough" when she saw him.
"Hey, 1911." Ian greeted casually, for there was no reason to be formal around his friend.
"Hello, Darling." she greeted softly, looking at her feet. "Thanks for coming."
Carefully noting her more subdued tone, he closed the distance between them, sat down next to the blonde, and placed his hand on hers, feeling the heat coming from it through her glove. How IOP perfectly simulated body heat, he didn't know.
"What was that letter about? Why couldn't you just talk to me directly? You know I'll always hear you out."
"Yeah, but--"
M1911 exhaled, seemingly preparing herself for the bombshells she was going to drop.
"First of all, have you noticed how my efficiency's been dropping?"
"Yeah. M9 won't stop telling me about it." he replied, his tone temporarily irritable as he mentioned her nemesis "What's been causing it?"
She swallowed whatever fears she had and looked from her feet for once, her beautiful blue eyes meeting his.
"For one thing, I'm basically having a midlife crisis. I'm only ten years away from my memory banks being completely filled, and my reaction time, mobility, and strength aren't anywhere near as fast as they once were. Soon, I be too old to fight, and I'll be replaced by newer Dolls."
"Is there not a way to extend your lifetime?"
"There is, but IOP only gives those upgrades to Dolls who prove to be exceptional on the field, and I've had a 34% drop in accuracy over the past few weeks. On top of that, I've been acting very recklessly and on the field."
"In what manner?"
"I keep rushing into the fight like an SMG would even though I'm just a support unit, and I also let my emotions get the better of me more often than not. It doesn't help that me and M9 fight all the time. And with how badly I'm screwing up, they might even see fit to scrap me."
After seeing his friend's defeated expression, Ian sighed, placing his hand on the blonde's chin and gently tilting her head so that she was looking at him.
"Hey, don't worry about that." he said softly. "I'll never let you get scrapped, you hear me? I will march up to IOP and tell them to get you upgraded myself if it means helping you."
"Would you really...?"
"Of course I would. You're the first Doll I ever met, and on top of that, you're the closest friend I've had in years, ever since the Ten-Year Exile. I would rather die before I let you get scrapped."
A small bit of hope manifested itself in her eyes as her mood was slightly lightened, and a warm smile lit up her face in response.
"Thank you, Darling. I should have never doubted you." the Doll said, hugging him tightly as if she never wanted to let go.
"You're welcome." Ian said, patting her fluffy blonde hair fondly.
"There was... another reason I called you here..." M1911 said, breaking off of him and gaining a pink tint to her fair cheeks.
"Yeah?"
Having expected a verbal response, he didn't expect her to grab him by the necktie and pull him in, her soft (and slightly springy) lips connecting with his in an instant.
"Mmph--?!" he grunted in surprise, but she was relentless, kissing him with as much passion and love as she could muster as she cupped his cheeks.
When they broke apart, the blonde looked to the side, cheeks pink in embarrassment while the last few seconds registered in the Commander's head, one thing ringing in it over and over again.
M1911 just kissed me... M1911 just kissed me... M1911 just kissed me...
"So that was what you wanted to tell me...?" he asked awkwardly as she faced him again, his mind rebooting in the process.
"Y-yeah... I love you, Darling... I hope you feel the same about me..."
He most certainly did. Ever since she comforted him about his missing (and dead, in some cases) squadmates back in July, he had started to see her as more than just a friend, and soon, he had completely fallen in love with the Doll, regulations and Doll/human taboos be damned.
Throat too tight to allow him to speak, he settled for simply cupping her smooth cheek and kissing her back, conveying his own love to her with the simple gesture.
M1911 moaned in surprise of her own, and a moment later she hummed happily into the kiss, cupping Ian's own cheeks as she deepened it, happy that her love was reciprocated. In response, he set his free hand on her defined back and pulled the curvy girl close as they expressed their mutual love.
However, like always, the lack of air in their lungs forced them pull away from the passionate kiss, instead staring into each other's eyes with warmth swimming in their stomachs.
"Darling..." she murmured, smacking her lips together cutely.
From so close, the Commander could easily see the unadultered adoration in her eyes, along with her simmering arousal, which he was sure she could see in his as well. In response, he kissed her again-- and boldly placed his hand on her round breast and squeezed it.
Predictably she moaned into the kiss, the sound muffled but still managing to send a shiver up his spine and make his pants go tight.
"More..." she panted lightly when they broke apart, flushed cheeks only making her cuter.
Complying, Ian reconnected his lips with hers and continued to fondle her clothed breast, groaning softly into her mouth as her gloved hand laid itself on his slowly-hardening crotch, stroking it tentatively, and as she did so, he broke the kiss off and targeted her neck instead, kissing her smooth jugular.
"A-ah~" M1911 moaned, the hot sound further arousing her Darling, and wanting to see more of her beautiful body, he broke the kiss off and let go of her breast, grabbing her jacket's folds instead, intending to undress her.
"Go ahead, Darling~" she said, her fair cheeks red with embarrassment.
That was all he needed to hear before he pulled the navy-blue jacket off of her slim shoulders, targeting her tie next, but having trouble with it. Seeing as he was struggling with it, M1911 opted to help him get it off, pulling it off of her neck and throwing it onto what he noticed was Howa 64's bed, the white flower on a red bedsheet giving it away.
Continuing his efforts Ian kissed her deeply, going to unbutton her shirt as she did the same to him, although she was faster, his shirt giving away first and allowing her to run her hands over his toned chest in a fit of arousal. The moment the last button on the blonde's shirt slipped out of the slot she slipped out of it, leaving her in her blue/white polka dot bra, the cups bearing a lace trim.
Breaking the kiss off, the Commander was greeted by the sight of her supple, bra-clad breasts, their round shape and plump size evident even beneath her bra.
"You like them-- ah~"
The Doll was cut off as he kissed the tops of her breasts, laying his hand on her sides as he peppered them with kisses, a small, soft mewl filling the air as he kissed her soft bust.
"Yeah..." he breathed when he stopped, kissing her on the lips again and reaching around to her back, attempting to unlatch her bra.
"Here, let me help ya~" M1911 breathed, reaching behind her back and unlatching her bra for Ian, peeling it off of her and exposing her chest to the cool air of the dorm.
Without her bra in the way he could now fully admire his newfound lover's breasts, their perfectly round and plump shape accompanied by cute pink nipples, which were hard from arousal and accented her breasts perfectly. Without missing a beat he dove in and took her right nipple into his mouth, groping her other tit with his free hand as well, relishing its softness.
"A-ah~! That's good, Darling, keep going..." she moaned as his tongue slid over her pink nub, grabbing his head and threading her fingers into his dark brown hair, encouraging him to continue, and as he was steadily turned on by his lover's breathy moans, he sneakily snaked a hand into her striped panties and rubbed her soft folds, an unmistakable wetness present.
"You like that?" he asked when she gasped at his touch.
"Y-yes..."
In response, he simply continued his ministrations, rubbing the blonde off as he sucked and fondled her breasts, unable to get enough of them. Soon though, he decided to up the ante, swapping to her other breast and slipping two of his fingers into her entrance and making her gasp out, the hold on his head tightening.
Her hot, fleshy insides clamped down on his fingers in an instant, but that didn't deter him from slowly pumping his fingers into her, coaxing a slew of hot moans out of her mouth as he sucked on her supple breast and fingered her, a wet squelching sound audible due to her wetness.
"Darling, that feels- ah- really good~!" M1911 moaned, pulling Ian's head off of her breast so she could kiss him again, prodding his lips with her tongue and shoving it into his mouth when he parted them, engaging in a passionate oral battle.
"Mmph..."
Feeling bold, he inserted a third finger into her heat, feeling her tense up and moan loudly into his mouth.
He continued to pump his digits into the girl, relishing how she moaned into his mouth as their tongues duked it out. However, he soon got a very lewd idea. Breaking off the French-kiss, he then pulled his fingers out of the blonde's pussy and slipped off the bed, face ending up in front of her crotch.
"Why'd you stop...?" she whined as his ministrations ceased.
"You'll see." Ian replied, smirking mischievously.
After giving the short reply he wasted no time in pulling her panties to the side, revealing her pink womanhood, and shoving his head between her lovely thighs, taking a swift lick of her wet folds.
"Ahn~!" M1911 moaned, her thighs clamping around his head erotically and causing him to lick her womanhood again, her sweet honey clinging to his tongue as he went down on her, his tongue swiping up and down her slit and sending jolts of pleasure through her body. However, that wasn't all he planned to do, and the Doll figured that out when he swiftly shoved his tongue between her folds and into her hot pussy, the intrusion causing her to throw her head back and moan loudly, causing him to grab hold of her thighs and hold them open, giving himself better access.
"O-oh God... Darling..." she said huskily as she looked down at him, her skirt hiding his dirty deed from her view, but not stopping her from holding his head and pulling him into her crotch.
He merely hummed into her pussy as he swirled his tongue around her insides, lapping her honey up and giving her no small amount of pleasure, causing her to moan blissfully and shamelessly as he ate her out.
Determined to utterly ravage her, he rapidly changed tactics, swishing his tongue from side-to-side to plain-out thrusting to swirling it around inside her, to great results.
"A-ahn~! Mn! I-I'm close, Darling-- ah~!"
Feeling her insides clench tightly around his probing tongue, he knew she was close even without her warning, and in a bold move he swiftly found her clit and messed with it repeatedly, sending her over the egde in an instant.
"Darling- HYAAHH~!" M1911 screamed in ecstacy as her climax washed over her, honey squirting onto Ian's face as she lovingly tightened around his tongue, her sweet cry echoing through the dorm. Despite the flood of fluids voming from her vagina, he kept lapping it all up, prolonging her high even as his tongue grew tired, and it was only until she flopped onto her bed and loosened up that he pulled his tongue out and stood up, admiring the beautiful girl's frame, from her flushed face to her heaving breasts to her wet folds, her skirt still hiding them partially. Her skin was more than lightly coated in sweat, giving it a slight sheen that shone in the dorm's warm light and her more attractive.
"O-oh, Darling... hah..." she murmured, out-of-breath. "Hah... that felt good..."
That brought a smile to his face, but now that he was no longer pleasuring her, his attention was now drawn to himself, his erection visibly straining his pants.
"Hey, you wanna go further?" he asked the girl.
"Yes, Darling~"
Permission given, he removed his pistol from his hip holster and placed it on AK-47's bed, the American hardware contrasting against the Soviet flag-themed sheets. Next up, his belt and holster were next, joining the pistol as he shoved his pants and boxers down his legs, releasing his hard member.
While it wasn't monstrous or even exceptionally big it was very far from small, which M1911 seemed to appreciate, judging by the awestruck look on her face as she stared at his dick.
Approaching the Doll, he took the time to pull her skirt and legwear off, wanting to see every part of her body bare and fulfill the embarrassing fantasies he'd actually had since he'd met her in Kirov, but kept pushed down in favor of work. At least now he could remedy that.
First, her boots were untied and placed on the floor, then her long socks were peeled off of her smooth legs, the thickness and softness of her thighs fully evident now that they were exposed, and finally, her skirt was unzipped and pulled off, fully revealing her smooth pelvis and her wet pink slit, which the blonde tried to cover up in embarrassment. Pulling her hand away with a chuckle, he carefully climbed on top of her and took hold of his dick, directing it to her folds and rubbing them with the tip mischievously, coaxing a mewl from her as she attempted to impale herself on him and failing when he reared his hips back.
"Please, just put it in..." she whined, not wanting to be teased any further. "Don't tease me anymore..."
"As you wish."
Whatever M1911 planned to say was interrupted when he finally rolled his hips forward and pushed into her, her velvety tunnels lovingly clenching down on his dick instantly and causing him to groan as he felt a sensation he hadn't felt in eleven years. Despite the heavenly feeling he pushed in slowly, giving the blonde under him the least amount of pain as possible from her first time. He only stopped moving when he bottomed out inside her, the tip of his ample cock reaching her deepest parts and making her gasp sharply.
"O-oooh~ Darling..." she said huskily, her voice oozing sexual relief as her womanhood was filled. In response he kissed her deeply, refraining from moving until she got used to the feeling.
Fifteen seconds and three passionate kisses later and she was ready. At her nod, Ian slowly retracted his dick until only the tip remained, and then he swiftly plunged back into her hot core, causing her to moan deeply as he filled her again and sent pleasurable waves through her pelvis.
Repeating the motion again and again, he made sure he took it slow and steady, savoring the feel of her pussy massaging his cock as he gently fucked a slew of moans out of her as well as making sure she was comfortable.
"Y-you feel-- ahn-- so big a-and warm in me, Darling~" M1911 told him between her gasps and moans, pure adoration in her blue eyes as he reared his hips back. "H-how's it on y-your end~?"
"Warm, smooth, tight... it's wonderful..." he said breathily, thrusting and groaning as he hit a spot in the Doll's pussy that made her moan a bit louder and tighten up around him.
"I'm glad..."
As he made love to her his hands went to hers, intertwining his fingers with them. The mere act of holding her hands while he was having sex with her made the act seem so much more intimate and erotic, causing him to kiss her on the lips again and devour her cute moans as he thrust into her. Briefly Ian wondered how M9 or MK23 would have reacted if they found him balls-deep in their rival, giving her the night of her life, but soon he stopped, focusing entirely on the girl beneath him and breaking off from her lips to gaze into her beautiful eyes.
"Faster... I want to feel all of you..." she got out, kissing him again.
Humming into her lips he complied and sped up to a much faster pace, his slow pace turning into a much faster one every thrust, their pelvises smacking together with an audible pap-pap-pap and the bed creaking under them.
"Ahn~! Ah! Yes, k-keep going, Darling~!" M1911 moaned sexily, her pussy getting tighter and tighter as she began to near her climax, Ian joining her in that department.
His attention was drawn to her plump breasts, which were bouncing with every thrust into her depths, encouraging him to dive in and take her left nipple into his mouth, suckling it even as he pounded her, a pleasurable lance shooting up his cock as the need to cum became more prevalent.
"Fuck, hah, gonna cum soon..." he told her when he released her nipple, swapping to her other one.
"Me, too~! Do it inside~!"
M1911 managed to lock her legs behind his back, forcing him to pound her even faster, hastening both of their ends and making Ian focus only on bringing his lover to climax, her moans getting louder than ever as he pounded her into the bed, and soon, succeeded.
"C-cummi-- HYAAA!"
The blonde let out a cute orgasmic cry and screwed her eyes shut as she came on his cock, coating it in her fluids as her pussy tightening to an almost ungodly degree and causing Ian to bottom out inside her and climax, thick, plentiful ropes of cum shooting into the girl's quivering depths as she rode out her high. Even then he kept thrusting, prolonging it as long as possible and shooting every last drop of semen he had into his lover, her warm insides milking him for everything they could.
Unfortunately, all good things had to come to an end, their orgasms faded, and Ian collapsed on her in exaustion, her soft boobs serving as an impromptu pillow as he recovered.
"Hah, hah, hah..." he breathed, exhausted from the exertion. Funny how he could fight trained soldiers and highly advanced androids for hours on end but a single round of sex drained him of his stamina.
"D-darling..." M1911 gasped breathlessly, looking down at him adoringly. "That was amazing..."
"Yeah..."
He lifted his head off of the Doll's chest and raised himself up a little, pulling out of her womanhood and laying down next to her, pulling her against his chest.
"I love you, 1911." he murmured softly, stroking her hair.
"I love you too, Darling."
Nothing more was said between them, the newly-formed couple falling asleep on the American-flag themed bed without trouble, blissfully ignorant to the outside world as they embraced.
Tactical Doll M9
Happily skipping through the hallways, M9 quickly approached the door to Echelon One's dorm with a large tub of neopolitan ice cream in her hands. After Thompson and AK-47 had given her a thorough lecture over disrespecting her senior, she had finally realized how much she actually admired M1911, as well as how her jealousy over the latter's closeness to the Commander only hurt the older girl.
As a result of that revelation, she then decided to try and make it up to her senior, and what was a better way to start than a big tub of ice cream? But as she neared the dorm room, though, she soon heard what appeared to be... a mewl of sorts?
What's she doing? M9 asked herself, setting the tub of ice cream down and carefully approaching the door, pushing it open a very small bit to peer inside, her eyes going wide in an instant.
Huh? Commander?!
The small T-Doll wasn't oblivious to the concept of sex; after all, Thompson tended to make rather lewd jokes and gestures at times, but she most certainly didn't expect to see a bottomless Commander on top of a stark-naked M1911 and pumping his hips into her, making her moan out sexily before he abruptly kissed her, silencing the noise as he fucked the enviously curvier girl.
In response, M9's cheeks turned an atomic red, and she had to cup a hand over her mouth to muffle her embarrassed squeak.
They're h-having sex?!
She was so lost in her embarrassment that she couldn't look away, and didn't notice footsteps behind her until MK23 stopped beside her, arms crossed under her own supple bust.
"What are you doing?" she asked, then heard the lovers' moaning and walked to the door to peer in, her own eyes widening at the sight.
"W-why, Darling...?" she asked, her black cat ears drooping and her expression heartbroken, tears forming in her eyes as she realized her chance to win the Commander's heart was lost. "Do you not find me appealing enough...?
"Miss AK told me they were close friends, but I didn't know they were this close..." M9 told the cat-girl, her cheeks atomic red but her speech clear. "Unfortunately for you, I think I caused this..."
"So 1911 went to Darling for comfort and things... escalated?" MK23 guessed sadly, knowing how much the American service HGs fought.
"Yeah, I guess..."
They were kicked out of their private conversation when the aforementioned T-Doll climaxed, her pleasurable cry resounding from the bedroom as she convulsed, and her back arching as the Commander undoubtedly came inside her and painted her insides white. As the two lovers fell asleep from fatigue, MK23 left the hall in sorrow (presumably to cry it out of her system,) and M9 composed herself and decided to give her senior the ice cream, slipping through the door and finding the freezer, placing the tub in it and closing it.
Finally, she decided to write an apology note for her, pointedly avoiding looking at her naked senior, who was blissfully huddled against the Commander's side.
Grabbing some paper and a pen from a desk, she carefully wrote down what she was going to say in person before catching the two, then she folded it up and set it on her bedside table, but before she left, something compelled her to put their clothes (that were strewn across two different beds) in a basket, grab a blanket, and pull it over the two lovers, leaving the room afterwards.
Tactical Doll M1911
Hey, M1911. I'm sorry for all the mean things I said to you, and I'm sorry if I caused you any pain. You see, I know I'm not too great, and when I saw how close you were to the Commander, I felt really jealous about it, and that's why I always insulted you.
I hope we can move past this and be friends, because you're really cool, and I actually really admire you, so if you want to be my friend, it would make me really happy, and I'll treat you with the respect you deserve from now on. Promise.
With respect, your junior M9.
M1911 smiled as she read M9's note, thankful that her junior had finally realized her shortcomings. However, as she went to put the letter away, she noticed two P.S.', and her curiosity prompted her to read them.
P.S.* I put a big tub of ice cream in your freezer, and I hope you enjoy it.
"Thanks, M9."
Double P.S.* MK23 saw you and the Commander "together" and she's heartbroken now, so could you try to calm her down? I don't want to see her retire from Griffin out of sadness.
"Heartbroken? Us, together? Why would she..."
M1911 trailed off as she remembered that she had sex with the Commander mere hours ago, her cheeks going red in an instant.
Oh, God! We had voyeurs! she realized. And on top of that, I spoiled M9's innocence!
The HG didn't sleep for the rest of the night out of sheer embarrassment, but thankfully, her Darling would be there to help her with that.
Phew, I finally managed to write a half-decent lemon, and I also gave it a sonewhat good plot.
As for the dorm here, it's based on my in-game Echelon One dorm, with oakwood walls and brown carpet (along with a TV, a fireplace, and weapon racks.)
Concerning Recollection spoilers, they aren't too major, but the memo version of this story had very big spoilers, like M1911 and AK-47's civilian names. This version doesn't have them, and I also made improvements on the FFN version as well. Anyways, this'll be a small or medium-sized series of oneshots, and while I may or may not accept requests, I've got a lot of good ideas for this anthology.
And finally, I hope you enjoyed this, and I'll see you when I post Operation Uproot in GFL: Recollection or Photograph in Origin Story (on my main, of course.)