Has anyone ever taken note of just how cute the Howa sisters are?
Anyways, for this third chapter I tried many things and I even recieved a commission for AR-15, but none of them succeeded (although I'm gonna try to continue AR-15's commission at some point,) so here I am, trying my hand at a threesome oneshot between the Commander and modern Japan's previous two service rifles.
Also, there's nothing more satisfying than reloading an old bolt-action rifle (espdcially with stripper clips,) whether it be in a game or the real world, change my mind (God, I want a Mosin-Nagant or Springfield so bad...)
As for the first six chapters of this story, they'll be posted in the order of the Doll classes in the game (HG, SMG, AR, RF, MG, SG) and afterwards I'll just do whatever strikes my fancy (or whatever people commission, 'cause I did that to myself.)
And without further ado, here I go...
Summary: After a scouting operation in Seredyna-Buda goes awry, the Commander, Howa Type 64, and Howa Type 89 escape the combat zone and find shelter as a storm makes landfall. However, things quickly take a saucy turn when 64 requests for him to "make up for lost time."
Seredyna-Buda, Sector 09
Ukraine, Neo-Soviet Union
October 04, 2063
Commander Ian Becker (Non-Canon)
[Time: 1820 Hours.
Weather: Heavy rain.
Location: Seredyna-Buda, northeastern district.
Mission: Observe an increase in Sangvis Ferri activity around Seredyna-Buda's northeastern district.
Status: Compromised.]
"Changing mags, cover me!"
"Copy that, returning fire!"
"They've got me pinned down over here!"
Currently stuck in a multi-floor office building with Sangvis Ferri Dolls firing at them from below, a team of three did everything they could to hold the machine horde outside back, but with their gear somewhat light due to the nature of their mission and the storm outside obstructing visibility it was a grueling task to say the least, especially for the human operative onsite as he reloaded his service rifle from behind a pillar.
"64, get me a sitrep!" Ian Becker yelled as he poked his head out to return fire at the Vespids under them.
"Twenty hostiles present, but I've also spotted an extra ten coming from the east and west, including Aegis units and Nemeums!" Howa Type 64 reported dutifully, crouched behind a desk as she utilized her Forewarning module. "I think they might be trying to surround us!"
"We can't stay here, Shikikan!" Howa Type 89 yelled at him, the brunette currently pinned down in a crouched as particle weapons fire impacted the pillar she hid behind. "And can someone help me, I'm still pinned down here!"
"Got it, I'm gonna get a 40 mike-mike on 'em!"
Dropping a Vespid with a carefully-aimed headshot he turned to see the group of hostiles pinning Howa 89 down and drew his M320 grenade launcher, flipping up its sights and aiming down them before making the calculations in his head and firing a 40mm grenade at them, the grenade arcing downwards more than a bullet would but soon making its mark and blowing the Vespids pinning his subordinate down to smithereens.
"That should help you out some!" he yelled as he ducked back into cover and opened the breech of his M320, pulling the spent 40mm out and placing a new one into it before closing the breech and storing the launcher.
"Thanks!" the brunette yelled before emerging from cover to return fire, the schoolgirl-like Doll careful with her shooting to conserve ammo the best she could.
"You're welcome!"
Firing at the enemy with his rifle once more he indeed saw the Aegus units and Nemeum anti-armor cannons approaching, and as soon as he moved to call them out the ground rumbled and a horrifically familiar spider-like mech smashed through the floor of an adjacent building to get in-level with them, its underslung cannon powering up menacingly as the heavy rainfall washed off its metallic, tan-colored frame.
"MANTICORE!" the ex-soldier yelled at the top of his lungs, prompting his allies to flatten themselves against the floor as the beast of a mech opened fire on them, bright golden particle beams ripping through the office floor and ensuring that they would undoubtedly have died if it wasn't for his warning.
"Is everyone alright?!" Howa 64 asked, laying flat on the ground to minimize her frame.
"We're A-OK!" her sister replied, risking a peek back at the Manticore as it kept firing at head-level.
"Good, use that signal scrambler SOPMOD made for us and let's bug out!" the Commander advised, pointing to the gadget strapped to Howa 64's back.
At the order she immediately pulled it off her back as carefully as possible and flipped its switch, the device soon coming to life and scrambling their signals as intended— which was proven when the Manticore stopped hosing down their floor with plasma fire and began to search the other floors for them.
"Alright, keep your heads down and don't make any loud noises." he advised, prompting the older sister to sling the jammer back onto her back and follow him carefully towards the stairs as he made his way there, Howa 89 following suit as the enemy tried to relocate them.
As they went down staircase after staircase he faintly wondered if they'd make it out of this mess alive.
[Time: 1915 Hours.
Weather: Severe thunderstorm.
Location: Seredyna-Buda, northwestern outskirts.
Mission: Observe an increase in Sangvis Ferri activity around Seredyna-Buda's northeastern district. (Completed)
New Objective: Return to Station 794
Status: Undetected.]
"How did we escape that thing, Onee-san...?"
Now hiding out in an abandoned military outpost outside the city walls, the scouting team were looking out for hostiles around them with the outpost's survey gear as they processed the mess they barely escaped, the storm still raging on outside as a thunderclap resounded in the distance.
"I dunno, but I fucking hate those things with a passion." Ian swore, pulling his soaked uniform jacket off and hanging it on a rack to dry while being thankful that his T-shirt was still somewhat dry. "Any hostiles nearby, 64?"
"Negative, they've given up on trying to find us in the city thanks to the storm." Howa 64 replied, using the building's radar equipment to boost her scanner's range. Much like him she'd shed her jacket as well, and with a quick glance to the window he could tell that Howa 89 had done the same, her greyish blazer promptly discarded and a heater pointed at it to dry it off, her white undershirt and pink vest drenched with rainwater despite her best efforts.
"That's a relief." he breathed out, attempting to wring his pants out despite them still being on his legs before removing his absolutely drenched combat boots. "Any friendly units nearby?"
"I'm sorry, but no." the black-haired girl replied, disconnecting herself from the radar and approaching him slowly, the silvery OATH ring on her left ring finger glinting in the overhead light. Although she was among the first Dolls he made an OATH with, it was more of a symbol of their mutual trust and friendship than a romantic thing, although he had a sneaking suspicion that Howa 64 held romantic feelings for him much like M1911 did, before her feelings de-escalated to close friendship (which suited them both fine, fortunately.)
Once she reached him she carefully sat down beside him against the wall and leaned her head against his shoulder, her hair wet and cold but the feeling ignored in favor of their shared closeness.
"You didn't have to come with us, Shikikan." she told him softly, a sigh escaping her lips.
"I know, but I wanted to make sure you two didn't go down out here, especially you." the ex-soldier freely admitted, looking back at his OATH-bearer fondly.
"You're such a softie, it's hard to believe you fought in the War at all..."
"Good luck telling seveteen-year old me that." he laughed, remembering just how ruthless he used to be, especially after Kiev. "But yeah, I must've softened up quite a bit since then."
Howa 64 nodded in agreement, taking hold of his hand and subconsciously relaxing as a result. Thanks to his height he wound up getting a rather good look at her clothed, sizeable breasts, her form-fitting white top hugging them quite nicely and its soaked nature revealing a rather surpring fact about her underwear— or lack thereof, as her pink nipples were easily visible beneath her soaked shirt and poking into it thanks to the cold temperature.
"You aren't wearing a bra?" he asked in a low voice, careful to not let Howa 89 overhear him yet surprised it was the more reserved sister who had forgone a bra.
"I-It's a bit hard to breathe with one on..." the black-haired girl admitted shyly, covering her chest with her arm after realizing he'd looked at them.
"Understood." he simply told her, not wanting to make things awkwards for them.
Looking away from her he saw Howa 89 grumble in discomfort as she tried to shed even more of her soaked layers, not stopping her actions until she was left in her underwear and everything else was laid out in front of the heater to dry off. Thanks to this her lithe frame was almost fuly bared, from her plump breasts hugged by a lacy mahogany-colored bra to her taut stomach and slim sides to her womanly hips hugged by a matching pair of panties to her supple thighs and smooth, long legs.
Not wanting to come off as a pervert he averted his gaze from the curvy schoolgirl-Doll to his M4A1 instead, tracing its metallic exterior with his eyes and admiring the sleek rifle's craftsmanship under the overhead light as well as the ACOG and PEQ-15 laser pack mounted onto it, his mind slipping back into its gun-nut state when he decided to clean it out.
Pointedly ignoring the shuffling of cloth as Howa 64 got off of him and undoubtedly followed her sister's example he picked his rifle up and emptied it, removing the magazine and emptying the bolt before detaching the attachments on it and taking it apart, pushing the pins in to separate the upper and lower reciever before taking the rest of the gun apart, his cleaning kit pulled from his backpack as he got to work on removing whatever foreign particles or gunpowder residue got into his beloved rifle, a practice he'd performed so many times over the last thirteen-to-fourteen years that it was second nature to him.
After a few minutes, in which he'd restored his weapon to a much better state he reassembled it and reloaded it, ensuring it was ready for action if he had to fight agsin anytime soon before storing it and sitting back down, keeping his gaze away from the undoubtedly-topless girl beside him out of respect for her modesty.
"How long will it be until this storm is over?" he asked her, voice level as he focused on the more important matters at hand.
"Approximately three-to-four hours, Shikikan." Howa 64 replied dutifully from behind him. "On top of that, there are no Collapse Radiation clouds being pushed around by the storm and our current building will hold against it."
"Good to hear."
Looking towards the window he saw as the rain splattered against the glass, a thunderbolt briefly lighting the area up as the thunderstorm raged on around the outpost. It was both quite nasty out there and rather soothing to hear from in the building, the steady thumps as the rain hit the rooftop nearly lulling him to sleep had it not been for the leftover adrenaline from evading the Manticore from earlier keeping him up.
"Think we'll make it out of here, Shikikan?" Howa 64 asked from behind him.
Taking a glance at her but only looking towards her beautiful face out of courtesy he replied evenly and cooly in a way only an experienced soldier like him could.
"Yeah. Even if they send guys after us we could scramble our signals and hide out until they leave, and Kalina's undoubtedly looking for us as we speak."
There was a hint of jealousy on her face at the mention of the logistics officer but she quickly squashed it, furthering his suspicions of her feelings towards him as she not-so-discreetly closed the distance between them, retaking her place beside him and hugging his left arm to her chest, the feeling of her soft, slightly-damp breasts against his skin not lost on him as she did so, looking up to him a bit possessively.
"Are you jealous of her, 64?" he asked offhandedly, secretly enjoying and dreading his predicament as Howa 89 got a knowing smirk on her face, especially since his pants were becoming awfully tight.
"A-A little..." she once again confessed, simply not wanting to lie to her superior. "You and Kalina-san are always together and we hardly get any time to ourselves..."
Given how often the two worked together in both the office and the battlefield, he could see what she meant, and while only looking at her face he reached over with his right hand and patted her head affectionately, hearing her hum in both embarrasment and contentment as she accepted it.
"Sorry for not realizing you felt left out, 64." he replied, looking into her eyes. "When we get back, who don't we take a day off and go to the local White Zone, make up for lost time?"
The black-haired girl nodded at him before letting go of his arm and straddling him, placing her arms on either side of his head to box him in with a rare display of confidence. Thanks to her position he got a prime view of her beautiful, water-dampened body, from her round, sizeable breasts that felt like pillowy marshmallows on his arm to her taut, smooth stomach to her slim waist that tapered to a fine set of hips that were perfect to hold onto, to her soft-looking thighs he'd gladly stick his head between, and to her panty-covered crotch, the outline of her lower lips faintly visible from beneath the greyish garment.
"C-Could we start now...?" she asked, the vivid blush on her face practically consuming it as she made her request, her implications not lost on him— especially thanks to her near-nude state, her bare legs rubbing against his pants-clad legs and her crotch mere inches away from his. Despite the fact that he didn't have romantic interest in the black-haired girl, he was certainly attracted to her, and after that encounter with the Manticore earlier he wasn't about to deny her offer.
"Are you sure you wanna do it with 89 watching?" Ian quietly shot back despite that thought, looking to the curious-eyed brunette behind them as she watched their interactions with quickly-escalating interest. He didn't mind having sex with a voyeur in the room with him, but his OATH-bearer wasn't exactly known for good self-confidence.
"I-I don't care..." Howa 64 confessed in a whispered tone, leaning in so their faces were barely inches apart, her hot breath easily felt on his face. "It doesn't have to be a perpetual thing, but if I could d-do it with you at least once, it'd make me very happy..."
Called it. he thought knowingly, cupping her cheek and rubbing the smooth skin of her porcelain face, arousal coursing through him at the thought of bedding the lovely Doll in front of him. "Last chance to back out."
"No. I want this, and I feel that deep down, you do too." she told him with as much confidence as she could muster, and she was certainly correct, the fact only made more obvious as his dick throbbed against his pants uncomfortably.
"Alright, just tell me if I go too far."
After that notice was out of the way he slowly and deliberately leaned in and captured his beautiful subordinate's lips in a kiss, muffling a pleased hum as he took her first kiss.
Her lips were delightfully soft and fit perfectly against his own, prompting him to tenderly cup her other cheek and deepen their intimate kiss. There was no passion in it, no sensuality, just the emotion and shared closeness of the action as their lips meshed together with slow, gentle smacks that easily filled the room, the fact that Howa 89 was probably watching them not even registering in his mind in the heat of the moment.
Soon, the burning of his lungs became too much to ignore, and he broke off the kiss just as slowly as he initiated it, taking in some fresh air as he took in the sight of his lover doing the same, cheeks flushed red but her eyes affectionate and faintly lustful as she breathed his name out and made to kiss him again.
"Mmph..." he hummed as he reciprocated, setting his hands on the small of her back and the back of her head and pulling her close, feeling her faux-muscles tense under his fingertips as she readjusted her hold on him, her bare breasts pushing against his chest erotically as she did so. Despite their current location and predicament he couldn't care less about the world around him, his mind fogged up by lust and desire for the Doll in his arms as they made out in their little corner.
Breaking apart again they didn't even wait a full second before reconnecting their lips, both of them humming lightly as Howa 64 started to grind herself against his concealed shaft, the feeling somewhat stifled by his uniform pants but still sending a pleasurable burn through his pelvis as he slid his hands down to her sides, feeling her up even as she grinded on him.
"Shikikan..." she gasped against his lips before she claimed them again, pushing her tongue against his own lips and causing him to part them, letting her tongue into his mouth and entangling it with his own, their tongues wrestling for dominance as he absentmindedly rubbed her sides.
As they dragged it on the pair became increasingly hungrier with every kiss, their motions more and more passionate as Howa 64 reached towards his crotch and attempting to undo his belt, their heated liplock taking up most of her focus and making her other movements a bit harder to coordinate.
After their seventh long kiss though, she managed to get it loose, pulling his zipper down and reaching her hand into his pants to stroke his rock-hard cock directly, the feel of her slender fingers and fingerless-gloved palm rubbing along his shaft pleasurable despite her clear inexperience that showed with how tightly she held it and with her uneasy movements.
"Mn, loosen up a little and wrap your fingers around it a bit like a flagpole..." the Commander instructed lowly after he broke apart from yet another heated liplock, causing his lover to carefully follow his orders with a near-omnipresent blush on her pretty face and eventually start to jerk him off properly, pleasure simmering in his dick as a result and nearly causing him to groan out before he shut himself up while she prepped him for the main event.
"Is this good...?" she inquired shyly as her thumb rubbed across the tip at his recommendation, a strong jolt of pleasure shooting up through him as the sensetive head was stimulated.
"Yeah, rub at the tip, too." the dark-haired man instructed, hissing lowly when she complied, rubbing the tip of his cock with her thumb.
Not wanting to be left behind the first thing he did was reach up and cup both of her perfect breasts in his hands, feeling her tense up in response and then let out a surprised moan when he started groping them. They fit perfectly in his calloused hands (likely C-cup in size, he noted) and felt soft and pillowy as his fingers sunk into them, a gasp shooting from Howa 64's pink lips as he flicked at her nipples with his thumbs and leaned in to kiss the tops of her wonderful tits.
"Ah, Shikikan..." she breathed out before reconnecting their lips in a kiss, their current minstrations on one another making it all the more lewd— and giving the younger Howa sister quite a lot to "work" with, a peek to her position revealing her with a flushed face and a hand in her lacy mahogany panties, the way they bulged out with her hand movements a dead giveaway to her actions.
Bet you like what you see, don't ya? Ian thought amusedly before involuntarily grunting as his lover lowered her hips and started to grind on him again, the feeling of her panty-clad crotch on his bare cock so much hotter than before, the knowledge that only a thin piece of fabric kept him from penetrating her making it only more so.
"Ahn, mn..." his OATH-bearer moaned lowly, continuing to grind on him pleasurably until he felt her crotch grow damp and signal that she was ready. Howa 64 knew this as well, prompting her to pull her grey panties aside to reveal her most sacred place, her flowery, pink folds glistening with her own arousal and practically begging for his cock as she positioned herself over him, some arousal leaking onto his shaft as a result.
From his point of view he got quite the view of Howa 64 in all her glory, her breasts heaving with each breath and a warm, loving smile on her face as she took hold of his hand with her left one, so much affection and lust in her eyes it sent a shiver down his spine. No words were shared, but the emotion they felt towards one another was more than enough to suffice, only a single nod shared between them before she took the plunge and her pussy lips parted for his dick, a hot cry leaving Howa 64 as her first time was taken by the man she loved.
Shit, it's been a long time... he mentally hissed in response, feeling himself spear into her folds and letting out a heavy gasp at the sensation.
Her hot insides felt downright heavenly to him in that moment, her fleshy inner walls parting for his cock just before they clamped down on it on all sides as her natural lubrication eased him in there, her virginal tightness combined with her earlier handjob nearly making him blow his load in that moment as he grabbed hold of her hip and helped her down his cock. Although IOP had done a great job making their Dolls feel as human as possible there were some slight differences between how a human girl's pussy and a Doll's pussy felt, although he couldn't put his finger on it even as Howa 64's womanhood consumed every inch of his cock and she let out a throaty moan that oozed sexual relief.
"Ohhh~ Y-You feel so wonderful, Shikikan..." she told him truthfully, looking him in the eyes lovingly as she got used to the foreign feeling of his dick inside of her, brushing her black hair out of her face and leaning in for a kiss.
One that he readily accepted, a groan leaving him as she shifted in his lap and stirred his cock around her hot, fleshy insides pleasurably, her own moan muffled by their intimate liplock as she felt a blussful tingling shoot through her near-nude body.
Breaking apart after a moment she gazed upon him once more and set her free hand on his shoulder and raised her hips, letting his cock slip out until only the tip remained inside of her clenching embrace— before she suddenly dropped down his shaft and sheathed him within her depths completely, a hot moan shooting from her lips as he speared into her.
Repeating the motions she decided to take it slow at first, slowly lifting her hips up and dropping herself down again at a carefully-moderated pace, her sweet moans filling the air as his cock penetrated her hot, wet core again and again.
"Ahn~ Shikikan, I love you~!" she moaned heatedly, mashing her lips against his and shoving her tongue into his mouth as she worked her hips, his shaft entering her again and again as she consummated her love for him in an abandoned outpost.
"Mn, yeah, keep working those hips..." he groaned, enduring the feeling of her inner walls clamping down on him as they made love.
As much as he wanted to move as well, to thrust himself deep into her tight vagina and make her cry out in pleasure, the encounter with the Manticore and its entourage of hostiles had sapped him of much of his energy, causing him to simply sit back and enjoy the show, kissing his lover at regular intervals as she impaled herself on his cock, a slick sheen coating it as it slipped in and out of her core in a pleasurable cycle.
"Mn, ah, ah~" she moaned hotly as she sped up just a little, the quicker pace sending jolts of pleasure through both of them and causing her tits to bounce arousingly as they looked one another in the eyes, their eye contact making it all the more intimate as he entered her repetitively, their mutual moans and the signature clapping of flesh ringing through the air and only being muffled by the thunderstorm outside.
That didn't stop Howa 89 though, the brunette's emerald eyes lidded as her fingers working overtime to pleasure herself to their union, one of her plump breasts freed from her bra and squished between her fingers as her other hand's fingers audibly pumped into her own pussy, cute moans eminating from her throat in the process.
Turning his attention back to Howa 64, his hands moved from her hips to her breasts again, fondling her soft, malleable even as she rode him and causing her to gasp in surprise at the additional stimulation, her beautiful eyes fluttering shut as he flicked at her nipples with his thumbs.
"Ohh..." the black-haired Doll breathed out sexily, setting her hands on his shoulders as she rocked her curvy hips in earnest, stirring him around her fleshy insides and causing a groan to rumble from his throat.
Despite how much he endured the pleasure assaulting his cock he couldn't hold out forever, a distinct rush of heat and pressure building up in the base of his shaft and spreading outwards as Howa 64's pussy began to spasm and tighten up around his throbbing cock, their mutual ends approaching quickly and hastening the girl's movements, pulling his hands off of her soft breasts and intertwining her fingers with his affectionately even as she fucked him so passionately.
"Ahh, gonna cum..."
"D-Do it inside me, Shikikan~!" the AR moaned as her hips slammed down on his, his self-control rapidly slipping away as he gave in to the pleasure, bucking his hips up and sheathing himself inside of her regardless of his fatigue and hastening her end, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss a mere milisecond later.
However, as much as they wanted to drag it out, make their union as pleasurable and memorable as possible, they were simply too close to the end— an end that came swiftly and mercilessly as one last thrust pushed Howa 64 over the edge.
"MMPH~!" she squealed into his mouth as her tight pussy damn near strangled his cock and her juices soaked his pelvis, the heat in his cock reaching its apex as a thick, hot load of cum shot straight into her deepest parts, the lack of Persica's experimental Wombforce modification inside of her ensuring she wouldn't get pregnant as thick, virile ropes of his hot seed coated her inner walls with every spurt, their orgasmic moaning muted by each other's lips as they slowed down, the overwhelming pleasure giving way to a pleasant afterglow as she collapsed against him.
"G-God... haah, haah, that was intense, haah..." an exhausted Ian breathed out, his cock slipping out of her pussy as he lifted her off of him for a moment and slowly recovered from his intense climax.
"H-Hai... If you ever need r-release... then I'm willing to help..." Howa 64 offered, equally breathless but quite content in the moment as she closed her eyes slowly.
Looking back at Howa 89, it was clear that she'd timed her masturbation session to flow with their session so they ended simultaneously, her mouth hanging open as her heavy breaths escaped into the air and her crotch utterly soaked with her honey, artificial sweat glistening on her fair skin as she recovered from her orgasm.
The sexy sight imprinted itself into his brain nigh-instantly, and soon he recovered from his post-orgasm delay, his cock hardening once more and prodding Howa 64's thigh.
"A-Again...?"
"89 looks like she wants some." the Commander replied in response. "You mind if I have a go with her, or do you want another round?"
"N-No, go ahead..." the worn-out girl replied wearily. "I'll be good in a bit..."
Having been given the all-clear he lifted Howa 64 off him and laid her down gently, grabbing a blanket from his backpack and covering her with it before getting up, shedding his pants and boxers entirely as he approached Howa 89.
"H-Huh, Shikikan...?" the brunette murmured as he took position behind her prome form and gently repositioned her to her side so that they spooned.
"Sorry, 64's worn out and you're honestly too hot to ignore." the Commander told her, leaning in for an over-the-shoulder kiss— one that the brunette readily accepted, their lips meshing together much more calmly than with him and Howa 64 as he laid his right hand on her freed breast (D-cup, he guessed,) groping it softly and making her moan into his mouth.
"More..." she breathed out, still horny despite having masturbated a mere minute ago.
He honestly didn't mind though, his cock pushing against the girl's soft, panty-clad ass and encouraging him to reach into said panties and rub her folds directly, sending plessure tingling through her pelvis and causing her to gasp in surprise, another kiss muffling the hot noise.
As he got her off he began to dry-hump her rather shapely ass, the texture of her panties a bit rough but ultimately ignored as he did so, the moans coming from his brunette partner as he rubbed her slick pussy arousing him more than he wanted to admit.
"Haah, any position you wanna do in particular, 89?" Ian asked the girl, as his cock throbbed against her ass, aching for the opportunity to rail another Doll.
"T-This one's fine, Shikikan..." Howa 89 replied, reaching down and pulling her panties off her hips and down her long legs despite laying on her side, revealing her own womanhood to him, her pussy lips slick with her love juices as lifted her leg up, lining himself up with her nether lips.
Then as she opened her mouth to speak he thrust balls-deep into her in one single motion, making her moan sweetly at the penetration and filling her vagina to the brim as her inner walls clamped down on his cock, not quite as tightly as Howa 64's pussy but still tight enough to make him groan out and hot enough to mame him push deeper, his pelvis making contact with her soft ass in the process.
"Mmn, you feel r-really nice inside of me~" Howa 89 moaned sweetly, tilting her head so she could kiss him, their lips meshing together as he let her get used to his size, his cock buried fully within her pussy as they kissed.
"You too, 89." he replied when they broke apart— right before he pulled his hips back and slammed them forth into her, a hot cry escaping her lips as his dick entered her hot womanhood once more.
Thst was only the first of many, however, his hips picking up speed with every deep thrust into her sex and stirring up no small amount of sounds from his partner until he was managing at least two-to-three thrusts per second, pleasure tingling in his sensetive shaft as he made love to her as well, clapping her shapely ass with every thrust and filling the outpost with the thick, musky scent of sex in the process.
"A-Ahn~! H-Harder— oh, yes~!" Howa 89 moaned out with her sweet voice, tilting her head a bit to the side as her moans slipped freely from her mouth, the Commander's thrusts picking up speed as he jammed himself into her tight pussy, stirring up her insides and hitting her deepest parts even as he groped at her bare chest with his free hand, undoing the clasp and pulling her bra off before sinking his fingers into her plump tit.
Relishing how big and soft it felt in his palm, he continued to fuck the brunette without hesitation, constantly filling her up with his sizeable cock and giving her no reprieve, her mouth constantly open as a consistent stream of erotic noises escaped it. Of course, he was feeling it as well, but he constantly endured the euphoric feeling, despite how sensetive he was after cumming inside of his OATH-bearer.
Howa 89 herself wasn't wholly submissive, though, pushing her ass back against his pelvis the best she could, meeting his hips halfway as he ploughed her raw and making him wish he could reach down and rub at her clit— unable to do so as his other hand was busy holding her leg up by the thigh— before he decided to change that, pulling out swiftly and giving his partner no warning before laying her on her back, not even a second spared before he lined himself up and sheathed himself within her sopping-wet womanhood again, the familiar feeling causing him to moan as he picked up speed almost immediately, pounding the Doll raw with as much speed as he could muster while also following through with his plan, rubbing at her swollen clit and making her tighten around him in response, making her moan throatily as well.
She certainly loved it, though, her beautiful emerald eyes half-lidded and her mouth hanging open as she moaned happily at the feeling, gazing upon him lovingly.
Taking the unsaid request to heart he dove in and mashed their lips together in a hot, passionate kiss, wasting no time in pushing his tongue into her mouth and wrestling with her own tongue as the overwhelming pleasure steadily got to him, his length throbbing within her hot pussy as his end began to near again, his lover's insides tightening up erratically as well.
Thanks to their passionate French-kissing they couldn't warn each other verbally, but the pleasure they felt was enough of one, his hips practically on auto-pilot as he railed her pussy, French-kissed her, and groped her large, pillowy breasts with both his hands all at once, the lewd trifecta only bringing them closer to their ends— the idea of him slipping out by mistake prompting his partner to lock her legs around his waist to stop him from pulling out, his thrusts becoming shorter but faster in the process.
All it took was one strong thrust though, and with a muffled scream of pleasure Howa 89 climaxed, her insides spasming erratically as an overwhelming wave of pleasure crashed upon her, only a few more thrusts managed by Ian before he too climaxed, filling her deepest parts with his hot, sticky cum in the same way he did her sister's, his entire body affected by the electrifying pleasure as he pumped his seed into the Doll's ungodly-tight pussy.
Soon though, he was similarly spent, managing one last thrust before pulling out of the younger sister's pussy and collapsing on top of her, out-of-breath and riding out the aftermath of his amazing climax as he rested his head on her large breasts.
"It's so warm in me, hehe~" the brunette mewled cutely, prodding at her creampied folds with her fingers and feeling his semen leak out in a small trickle. "Could we... do this again at some point, Shikikan...?"
"If your sister's fine with it, maybe..." Ian told her, looking to the girl in question and chuckling at her unconscious state, having fallen asleep out of fatigue.
Howa 89 looked happy at the prospect, gently pushing his bulkier frame off of her before sitting up and grabbing her backpack, pulling a blanket from it and draping it over them before laying back down, concealing their exposed frames.
"Arigato, Shikikan..." she murmured before closing her eyes and smiling softly, the sight embedded into his brain nigh-instantly.
"Uh, doitashimashite..." the Commander replied softly before closing his eyes as well, giving in to his fatigue and falling asleep mere moments later, a blissful sleep following for once.
The next morning...
[Time: 0752 Hours.
Weather: Partially cloudy following severe thunderstorm.
Location: Seredyna-Buda, northwestern outskirts.
Mission Objective: Return to Station 794.
Status: Undetected.]
Waking up in from what may have been his longest sleep in a long time Ian rose to a sitting position and pulled the grey blanket he was under off of him, cold air brushing against his exposed lower half and prompting him to look around for his pants, the memory of last night replaying faintly in his head as he found the camoflagued garments, pulling them on with a grunt before securing his belt and getting his boots put on, standing up to grab his jacket from the rack and check its state, the overhead light that was left on aiding him in the moment.
Pleased to find that it was dry, he put it on and closed it up, soon equipping the rest of his gear before his eyes fell onto his companions, who were blissfully asleep and near-nude (or completely nude for Howa 89,) their faces peaceful as they slept.
As much as he wanted to leave them be, they had work to do, the thought prompting him to crouch in front of Howa 64 and shake her exposed shoulder, gently awakening his OATH-bearer, and if Wombforce was installed without his knowledge, perhaps the bearer of his child.
"O-Ohayōgozaimasu, Shikikan..." she yawned cutely, sitting up and stretching her arms out, causing her blanket to fall off and reveal her nude chest, the sight of her round, full breasts still a wonderful one despite how much of them he'd seen the previous night.
"Ohayōgozaimasu, rokujūshidesu." the ex-soldier replied in kind, picking up his OATH-bearer's clothes from the floor and giving them to her. "We don't have time to waste, so gear up and let's move out."
"Hai."
Going to Howa 89 he awoke her as well, giving the younger Doll her own gear as well before sparing a look towards the window to see the sun coming up over the horizon.
"Morning, Shikikan." the brunette greeted him before beginning to put her clothes on, a quiet snap filling the air as she did the clasp to her bra, securing it in place before moving onto the rest of her outfit.
"Mornin.' Just like I told 64, we've gotta move out and find the nearest Griffin patrol so we can return to base." Ian told her, moving to the wall where their three rifles were leaned and picking his M4A1 up, hanging it on its sling before grabbing the Howa rifles and giving them to their owners, a fully-dressed Howa 64 taking hers and loading it and a half-dressed Howa 89 setting it down beside her while she pulled her cardigan over her head.
Performing a weapons-check on his carbine, the Commander unblocked the outpost door and opened it a sliver, peeking out of it and searching for hostiles— thankfully finding none.
"Everyone, on me!" he ordered, and after the sisters joined him at the door he wrenched it open fully, darting down the stairs and doing a sweep around the entrance, the wet ground squelching under his boots as he left the outpost behind— and saw a Humvee parked near a stand of trees with an M2HB mounted on it, a familiar Russian driver sat behind the wheel snd uumming to himself based on his body language.
"COMMANDER, WHERE ARE YOU?!" an excitable voice yelled as well, the sound amplified by a megaphone and easily heard by the scouting team.
"Soppo, stop it, you'll give away our position!" a more responsible voice then reprimanded, snatching the megaphone out of its user's hands a moment later based on the sounds being made.
"Holy shit, they found us." he told his girls, flipping his comms on. "Griffin rescue team, this is Commander Becker, we are in possession of valuable surveillance data and require extraction."
"Slava Bogu... That's great to hear, sir! Where are you?" a very familiar Slavic-accented voice replied, calming his heart quite effectively.
"Next to an abandoned military outpost, fifty meters away from Luka's position." he replied relievedly.
"We'll be right there."
It didn't take long for Kalina's rescue team to reach them, a pair of Humvees stopping next to the building and the MG-bearing one's doors soon opening up to reveal a delighted Kalina, who was clad in her EMR uniform and very happy to see him, a cry of joy leaving her lips as she ran up to embraced the man.
"It's so good to see you, sir!" she told him as he returned the hug, M4 SOPMOD II and the newly-created RO635 of the AR Team bursting out of the vehicle as well.
"You too, Kay-Kay." Ian told her honestly, patting her helmet-clad head and drawing Howa 64's sightly-jealous eye, the idea that she was still acting jealous despite the events of the previous night amusing him.
The second vehicle soon opened up aswell, revealing M1911 and AK-47 as they approached him with smiles on their faces.
"Told you he'd be fine, Boss." the Russian AR said to M1911, who was quick to take Kalina's place in hugging her closest friend.
"Yeah, yeah... Ready to go home, Commander?" the HG asked him when they broke apart.
"We all are." Ian replied, jerking his thumb towards the Howa sisters as the younger one tried to calm her sister's jealousy. M1911 wasn't oblivious to it though, a knowing smirk crossing her cute face as she watched it go down.
"Looks like someone's jealous." the HG told her, crossing her arms amusedly.
"Don't be, remember what I told you last night." the Commander added, reminding the Japanese girl of their planned date as he headed towards Cheeto's Humvee, Howa 64 quick to claim the seat beside him when he entered it, taking hold of his arm after putting her seatbelt on. Ignoring the actions of her subordinate M1911 and AK-47 took their own seats in front of them, Howa 89 squeezing between the two veterans as they shut the Humvee doors, putting their seatbelts on next.
"Alright, we're heading home now!" Cheeto yelled, setting his vehicle into drive and rolling out.
"So, uh, you wanna do some gaming or somethin' when we get back, sir?" M1911 asked after a minute or so, and he was about to reply when his OATH-bearer's grip on his arm tightened up, the girl pushing herself closer to him in response to the question.
"I'm sorry, 1911-san, but me and Shikikan already have plans." Howa 64 replied for him.
In response M1911's smile turned to a smirk, and she couldn't help but chuckle before making a verbal response.
"Oh, hot date?" the blonde asked cheekily before her smirk widened. "Or perhaps something... lewd?"
"Just making up for lost time, that's all." Ian replied when Howa 64 became too embarrassed to speak, although given how long he and M1911 knew each other she knew that wasn't all there was to it.
"Okay, but if things escalate, please spare us the details."
As the Japanese girl grew even redder in the face and eventually buried it in her hands, the Commander merely chuckled before looking iut the window, towards the ruins of Seredyna-Buda as SF units began to garrison around it.
In the back of his mind, he knew that it would be a long time before Sangvis Ferri was exterminated and that he'd likely lose a lot more than he already had on the way to doing it, but for now, as he looked to his OATH-bearer with a soft, loving look and placed a hand on her shoulder, he found that he couldn't care less about it.
[Sisters of The Rising Sun - END]
The epilogue might be a bit wonky, but I feel that the story went well overall.
As for its plot and all, I had a lot of ideas for a Howa 64 story, including a wedding one featuring the dress she wears in the 2019 JP orchestra poster, this finally came up and worked. I don't think 89 and 64 went OOC, but if I did, please tell me via review.
Good news on my end: I finally got a commission put in for GrandLeviathan and an AK-47 story is finally on the way, and my main story's next chapter is nearly complete. Also, I wound up designing an OC Doll, and I also drew some Battlefield/GFL fanart with the US Army and NSGF (New Soviet Ground Forces) depicted as the four classes in-game, so whenever I can post it I'll do so.
Anyways, I'll see you in the Recollection!