A/N: Got struck with a bolt of inspiration with writing this one.

I do hope you all enjoy~

Note; both Jean Bart and Richelieu are wearing their official swimsuit skins.

Hook, Line, Sinker

With summer nearing its peak, the Commander saw fit to go on a little vacation away from the base.

Whisking away a number of his subordinates and a yacht he took them to a small beach isolated from the public, allowing the girls total privacy – which they made use of happily. Some sunbathed topless, others played volleyball or did makeshift sandcastle wars; it was a very lively affair. Especially after Akashi set up shop and started cooking food for everyone. All charged to his card, of course, the sneaky cat.

The Commander himself didn't join his subordinates on the beach. Instead he opted to stay on the yacht and do some fishing, a little pastime of his, and Jean Bart was glad to accompany him – both making some small talk as they fished. Richelieu hung about for a bit as well, though she soon left to join the others on the sandy stretch; leaving the two alone.

A privacy that they, like those on the beach, made great use of.

''M-Mn! Commander...''

''You're so hot Jean... fuck, I can't get enough of you.''

Jean Bart let out a wordless groan in response, tugging on his hair roughly but doing little to deter the Commander as he pushed his face into her neck, kissing and nipping at her smooth flesh eagerly. Multiple hickeys were already forming across her flesh and many more were soon to pop up too as he worked his way down to her shoulder, inhaling her natural scent as he marked her neck. Only when he reached her shoulder did he let up, pulling back long enough to draw a breath before Jean yanked him down into a rough kiss, both of them groaning heatedly into it.

The Commander was the one to pull back first, panting lightly and soaking in the sight of Jean Bart hungrily. Squished up against the side of the boat and slumped against it, glaring lightly up at him but with a pink flush to her cheeks, she looked downright sexy. Not hurt by her swimwear; the black bikini top winding around her neck but leaving a sumptuous amount of cleavage on display for him to admire, whilst her toned stomach and lithe limbs were left even more bare. Only a pair of jean short-shorts hugged her hips and hid the black high-leg bikini bottoms underneath, though as he tugged on the right strap he smiled as he felt it dig into her loins, making Jean shudder.

''Don't.'' Jean growled softly at him.

''You say that, but you're body is being a lot more honest, you know?'' The Commander teased lightly.

Any response Jean had melted away as he kissed her once more, the low groan he got out of her sending pleasant chills through him. Pushing himself between her legs he let his short-clad crotch push up against her own, and with a lustful moan Jean complied; rolling her hips and grinding herself against him. It was rough and a bit clumsy, the thick fabric muffling most of the feeling, but there was something so exciting, so primal, about just pushing and bumping parts like this; no penetration, but the little bits of friction they felt were alluring in their right.

However as hot as it was, he wanted more. Thus after little more than a few moments the Commander pulled his body away from hers, sliding down onto his knees. Jean blushed down at him but offered no denial even as he reached up and fiddled with her belt – getting it loose within seconds and unzipping her shorts. Her ass lifted off of the seat long enough for him to pull them down and her high-leg bikini bottoms soon followed, both quickly tugged off of her ankles, her shoes left on.

Her shoes, nice as they were, were the last thing on his mind though – his gaze going to the slit between her legs. With a lustful sort of smile the Commander moved between her thighs, parting them gently and bringing his mouth close – before with a quick flick dragged his tongue up her womanhood. Jean refused to let her voice out though, pursing her lips and silently shivering; as if challenging him to make her break.

A challenge he complied with.

With vigour the Commander groped her thighs and flicked his tongue along her slit more – the motion quick and dexterous, slight tilts to his head allowing his tongue to graze her sex slightly differently each time, soon forcing a stilted groan out of Jean Bart. A groan that was soon followed by a moan as he spiced up his motions with slower, longer strokes of his tongue, getting a nice taste of her pussy and brushing his nose over her clit, making her hiss softly.

''So needy.'' The Commander breathed out, his breath washing over her womanhood and making her shudder.

''Shut up.'' Jean hissed, tugging on his hair and pulling his face into her crotch. ''Just keep lickin'.''

''With pleasure.'' He purred and leaned up slightly, flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue.

Jean clasped a hand over her mouth just in time to stifle a curse, biting her lip to quell it as much as possible, her face growing red. Yet more moans struggled their way out of her throat despite her embarrassment as he worked his magic, stroking the little nub whilst his right hand came over and teased at her entrance; two fingers slowly prodding it before he pushed them in little by little, giving her time to enjoy the initial penetration.

The low, hot groan he got in return was worth the effort, and with a lustful smile the Commander sunk his fingers in up to the knuckle before scissoring them about inside of her. He felt her insides, slick and searing hot, clamp around his fingers as best they could – seizing tighter whenever his tongue slid over her clit. He riled her up intentionally, tracing circles around her sensitive clit before finally granting her relief in the form of a long lick or tender suck, the motions constantly sending jolts spasming through her slender body.

Until with one last kiss to her clit the Commander pulled back, withdrawing his fingers as well – sucking them clean. ''Like that?''

Jean scowled and refused to admit that yes, she did – though the scarlet blush on her face told that well enough. Chuckling amusedly the Commander rose back to his feet and got on top of Jean, the seat a bit cramped for this sort of thing but neither were complaining. The fact that they were sat out on the bow though, with little cover besides the wall that looped around it, was a bit more problematic; something that Jean wordlessly expressed as she craned her neck and glanced over the wall, peering back at the beach.

''From this far they won't notice.'' The Commander assured her, kissing her nose. ''Now open those legs.''

That got Jean glaring at him again. ''You could ask nicer.''

''And you could not scratch my back, but we both know how that ends up.''

Jean had the decency to blush and mutter an apology, but with another light kiss to her lips the Commander dropped his shorts and got between her spread legs, his cock already rock-hard and aching for some Vichya pussy. The tip slid along her drooling nether lips and he slapped the head against her sex, the erotic smack it made earning a groan from Jean herself, her glare hot as it burned up into him. He held it as he got himself into position, the tip nuzzling her entrance, sinking in-

-and then with a slow, strong thrust the Commander buried himself inside of Jean Bart. The Battleship for her part cursed, voice a low hiss as she felt her walls be parted by his sizeable girth, inch after inch of him accepted between her slippery walls and gripped snugly by them, the inviting heat only encouraging the Commander to push in deeper and deeper until his groin was practically flush with her own; buried up to the hilt inside of her.

''Fuck.'' Jean swore, letting out a shuddering breath. ''I forgot how big you were.''

''Why thank you.''

''That wasn't a compliment.''

''I'll take it as one.'' The Commander grinned.

Jean scoffed but a hand to her cheek tilted her head his way, allowing their lips to connect in a deep, lustful sort of kiss – both of them moaning into it as he started to move. Though it wasn't their first time he was gentle at the start, thrusting in-and-out at a tepid pace and allowing her to get used to the feeling of having something inside of her. When she was comfortable enough though Jean scratched at his forearm, her nails raking across his skin harmlessly but getting the message across, prompting the Commander to grab the railing above her head with one hand and hold her side with his other.

And then without a word he picked up the pace. A husky groan tumbled free from Jean's lips as he plunged inside of her suddenly, the tip kissing her innermost parts and knocking the air from her lungs, her wet vaginal walls pressing down on his shaft like a slick, snug vice, guiding him inside of her. The Commander replied to this by growing rougher, grunts of exertion escaping his lips as he slammed himself between her glistening folds, feeling her pussy grip him tight as a result.

''Hah! Hn! Yeah, like that!'' Jean hissed under her breath, clutching onto the railing with her free hand, her other still pulling him down by his hair – yanking him into a kiss. ''Mmph!''

It was rough, messy even; their lips mashing together heatedly for several seconds before they broke apart for air – and with a low moan Jean tipped her head back, eyes screwing shut as he hit a sweet spot. Noticing that the Commander blindly aimed for that one spot inside of her, slamming his cock into her slippery grip and feeling every little groove of her insides as she smothered him, her loins simultaneously gripped and massaging his shaft.

The sound of their flesh smacking together as well was loud, but in that moment neither cared, trusting that distance would mute such sounds to the beach-goers. Taking solace in that though Jean wrapped her legs around his waist without a care, moaning as their lips connected in another kiss and raking her nails down his chest, smirking into the kiss when he groaned.

''Jean...'' He breathed out, his right hand leaving her side and instead sliding up her front, pushing her bikini top up.

Jean didn't stop him, settling for a hiss of pleasure as she felt his cock-head kiss the gates of her womb repeatedly, each impact like a pleasurable punch to the stomach. The air was groped out of her as his hand settled over her left tit though; her medium-sized breast squished between his lustful fingers and hefted about, his thumb fiddling with her nipple at the same time. Paying him back with a rough kiss she bit his bottom lip as well, the taste of copper only adding spice to their act.

''Fuck...'' The Commander cursed, throbbing against her gripping walls. ''I'm gonna cum at this rate.''

''Good.'' Jean growled out, her eyes ablaze but her lips pursing together – trying to hide how close she herself was getting.

The Commander noticed though, and with vigour he continued to slam into her drooling cunt, feeling her wetness clasp around his cock and suck him in. The sound of smacking flesh echoed out louder and louder, overpowering the crashing roar of the waves almost as he slammed into her tight, gripping tunnel, the friction bringing them both to a sharp, unified high.

Until with a shout, the Commander slammed in and came – busting his load inside of Jean Bart. The Battleship grasped onto his forearms with nails digging in, her own whimper of pleasure lost amidst the blood rushing in their ears; raw, carnal ecstasy shocking through their veins as his cum poured through her insides, pumping into her womb in thick, repeated gushes. Every clench of her pussy coaxed out another spurt and every rock of his hips made her spasm against the seat, his groin wet with her fluids.

Until with a unified groan they slowly went slack, him atop her and both panting heavily.

''Man...'' The Commander breathed out. ''That was-''

They were interrupted however by a sharp gasp – and both of their heads whipped to the side, locking eyes with a shocked Richelieu.

X-x-X

Richelieu had a lot of fun at the beach, especially when mingling with the more reserved and modest ships away from the main hubub, merely chatting and admiring the sea for the beauty it truly possessed.

So much so she wanted Jean Bart and the Commander to see it too. She knew they were probably still busy fishing but that didn't deter her, and thus with little effort she sailed across the water to the yacht and climbed aboard. The lapping waves and cawing seagulls muffled much noise aboard so she went to the last place she saw them, and it was only as she turned the corner that she realised there was another set of sounds; sounds she hadn't consciously noticed until the moment she turned the corner.

Until she locked eyes with the Commander and Jean Bart, crotches together and fluids clinging to their most intimate parts.

''Shit, Richelieu...'' The Commander grunted, pulling out of Jean Bart. ''Uh... didn't expect to see you here.''

Richelieu murmured something that might've been a response but she was stuck in a daze; staring first Jean's cum-filled sex, then at the Commander's shaft. His thick, glistening shaft that had just been inside of her sister, committing who knows how many salacious, primal acts when nobody was looking – outdoors at that, too! Scandalous, the orthodox half of her said. Shameful; sinful, even.

But another part of her, the woman behind the cardinal mask, felt arousal. Want. Lust.

''Commander...'' Richelieu finally found her voice, shaking off the lingering remnants of shock. ''You two were...''

''Do you wanna join us?''

Once again the Commander shocked her into silence.

''I-I...'' She looked at Jean, expecting her sister to be shocked too, or at least uncomfortable-

-but she looked intrigued, if anything. ''I don't mind.''

''Yeah. Plus, I can see how you're looking at me.'' The Commander said with a coy, almost playful smile as he gestured at his still-hard cock. ''You want in, don't you?''

''I-I would never...'' Richelieu's lips pursed, her mouth dry. ''I... the others...''

''Won't know.'' The Commander assured. ''We're far enough away that nobody will find us.''

Jean snorted as if told a joke. Richelieu didn't quite get it, but could see the Commander's logic.

''T-Then...'' She swallowed, grasping the neck-strap of her swimsuit.

With a tug, she pulled it over her head, letting her swimsuit shift down to her stomach – baring her breasts to the man.

''...I shall join you...'' Richelieu finished with burning cheeks.

The Commander purred approvingly, coming up to her side and snaking an arm around her waist, one hand on her cheek and drawing her gaze to his – before he closed the distance and kissed her. It was gentler than she expected and Richelieu utterly melted into it, a soft, uncertain moan arising from the back of her throat. A moan that gained deepness as his hand fell from her cheek and groped at her breast, hefting her left tit up and bouncing it in his palm, giving her tit a little slap before groping it better, his touch setting her skin afire in a way she hadn't felt before.

Then their lips drew apart and Richelieu found herself panting for breath, her face hot. Without losing his confident swagger the Commander led her over to the same bench-like seat that Jean was sat upon, setting her down on the edge and sitting between the two sisters. However rather than engage Jean in a kiss the aforementioned Battleship slid herself off of the seat, shuffling in front of the naked Commander and getting between his legs, his erect cock throbbing in her face.

And before Richelieu's eyes Jean took it into her mouth. Lips encircling the head, sliding down before sucking back up to the head, the motion was as hypnotic as it was scandalous – the mere thought of her beloved sister with her lips around a man's cock making her loins tingle. Loins that tingled all the more when the Commander put his hands between her legs, eliciting an 'eep!' from Richelieu herself before a moan tumbled from her lips as he shoved three fingers inside of her, finger-fucking her with little warning.

''Mn- ahn, Commander...'' Richelieu moaned out.

Though not a delicate, innocent wallflower by any means, Richelieu's experience with intimacy was harshly limited – and the pace they were going at only made it harder to follow along.

Thankfully the Commander guided her, his other hand coming up to cup her cheek and luring her into another enrapturing kiss. Moaning into it Richelieu tentatively wrapped one arm around his neck and reciprocated the kiss, their lips smacking together even as Jean Bart continued blowing the Commander at the same time, the wet slurps and sticky sucks sending shivers through both the Commander and Richelieu herself, her pussy tingling as the Commander's fingers probed about inside it.

Then his hand left her crotch, his fingers slipping out so easily Richelieu didn't know he was taking them out until they were already gone – their absence leaving a need in her womanhood, aching for something to fill it thoroughly. As if in response the Commander nudged her ass off of the seat, and with burning cheeks Richelieu understood what he wanted her to do; rising to her feet and climbing onto his lap. Jean Bart released his cock and moved out of the way, leaving nothing to stop Richelieu from straddling him, her tits in his face and her loins nuzzling his own.

Then the Commander guided his cock in, the tip parting her petals – and Richelieu whimpered as she lowered herself down. It stung a bit, like a prick to her depths, but not nearly as bad as she heard it would be – emboldening her to sink down deeper. The sensation of having her insides spread was a strange one but one that she found oddly pleasurable, a shaky moan tumbling from her lips as her pussy was nearly filled on the very first go.

''Fuck.'' The Commander groaned, caressing her hips as he leaned back against the edge of the yacht. ''You good?''

''Y-Yes.'' Richelieu breathed, adjusting her knees slightly and holding onto his shoulders – before with a moan she started to ride him.

The Commander groaned blissfully, stroking her curvy hips as she rose up before she impaled herself nice and deep onto his dick, her pussy like a wet furnace as it embraced him. Though she moved slowly at first Richelieu gained confidence quickly, her hips rolling as she moved and helping take him deep inside of her, the tip soon kissing her innermost parts as she got the last inch or two inside.

''Fuck~ I've wanted to fuck this Iris pussy since the day I met.'' The Commander shamelessly groaned, bucking his hips.

Richelieu let out a gasp. ''C-Command- nn!''

The Commander pushed himself up into a sitting position, holding her lower back and leaning in, allowing him to whisper into her ear. ''I'm serious. Have you seen how beautiful you are?''

His hand slid down. ''That nice, curvy ass, those full lips I want around my dick, these nice tits and gorgeous hips, these slender thighs I want around my head as I eat you out...''

He leaned down, breath grazing her neck. ''I want to fucking ruin you, Riche.''

Richelieu gasped, then whimpered as his lips sucked upon her neck – forming a hickey. A shudder spread through her body and culminated in a needy heat in her loins, encouraging her hips to keep moving, an arch forming in her lower back as she kept impaling herself onto his swollen manhood. It felt scandalous, to hear him tell her all that to her face, to speak of her body so lustfully, to speak of a cardinal so lustfully. Yet with every word spoken, with every grazing touch on her skin, her body just felt hotter and hotter until she just wanted him to shut up and do what he wanted, to stop teasing her with temptation and do what he claimed; ruin her.

Had he revealed himself to be the Devil himself, she wouldn't be shocked. For she had now fallen for his rapturous touch, she knew.

Moaning at the thought Richelieu bounced upon his cock like a wanton whore, feeling his shaft plunge deep into her and scratch parts of her that her own fingers never could, her insides tensing and tightening around his throbbing member. For his part the Commander groaned and bucked his hips, thrusting up into her drooling tunnel and sending jolts of pleasure up Richelieu's stomach, her insides twisting themselves into knots as unfamiliar pleasure seared through her.

She was getting close, she realised with a distant embarrassment; her mind becoming foggy with pure, unbridled pleasure as his cock slammed up into her, parting her walls with a vigour her own hips struggled to match as she bounced onto him. He reached so very deep, nuzzling her depths while unheeding of how tightly her walls pressed down around him, her unyielding grip only granting her greater pleasure.

''Oh goodness! Commander...!''

His hands held her hips tight as he slammed up into her, a growl bubbling up his throat – before it spiked into a sharp shout as he busted his load. Richelieu felt his heat splatter in her and cried out, burning-hot pleasure washing over her loins and sweeping across her whole body, her muscles drawing tight and all thoughts ceasing; dimly aware of the molten warmth he spurted into her innermost parts, filling her womb with gushes of semen.

Then all at once she came down from her high, a moan expelled past her lips and a shudder spasming through her shoulders – and a gasp left her lips as the Commander pushed his face into her chest, kissing her tits hungrily before snatching her left nipple between her lips, sucking upon it. On reflex she caressed the back of his head as he did so, shivering as he grabbed her ass and slowly lifted her up, giving her time to feel his cock slip out of her – before with a wet pop it finally did so, leaving her empty,

''Mn...'' Grunting softly Richelieu lifted herself up and off of the Commander's lap – only to yelp as he suddenly grabbed her sides and turned her over, pushing her onto her back. ''C-Commander?!''

With a lustful smirk the Commander reached out with his other hand, and after a second Jean Bart took it, scowling as she was unceremoniously pushed towards her sister. Complying with his whims the Battleship climbed on top of Richelieu, kneeling over her sister-ship's slumped form and with their lower halves nearly aligned – enough that the Commander could soon line up with Jean's wet slit, nuzzling it, before smoothly spearing inside of her.

Jean Bart grunted, face hot as she stared down at her sister-ship before screwing her eyes shut, a moan forced past her lips as the Commander's cock sunk into her depths – lingering there for barely a second before he yanked it back out to the tip, unceremoniously plunging it back into her drooling tunnel immediately after. One thrust became many and within moments he was fucking Jean with powerful thrusts, his groin impacting her ass hard enough to qualify as a spank, the lewd noise echoing out across the boat.

''Mn, hff, f-fuck...'' Jean cursed under her breath, shuddering.

Richelieu blushed not only at the sight of sister having sex, but the sight of her tits bouncing back-and-forth in tandem with the Commander's strong thrusts. Though Jean was more of a medium to Richelieu's large the sight was no less entrancing, and almost unconsciously Richelieu raised her hands up to cup her sister's tits. When Jean failed to open her eyes and stop her, Richelieu took the opportunity provided.

''Mn?!'' Jean Bart let out a startled grunt as her tits were squeezed; her eyes opening in shock. ''Richelieu?!''

Richelieu blushed scarlet but the Commander gave her no time to talk, suddenly pulling out of Jean's slick pussy and guiding himself lower down, the head brushing along Richelieu's wet lips – before with a groan of satisfaction he buried himself inside of her. Richelieu moaned throatily at the sudden penetration, only encouraging him to grab her hips and start moving right off of the bat – strong, quick thrusts hammering inside her sopping pussy and sending ripples of pleasure washing over her; hitched breaths and laboured moans escaping her in equal measure.

And though he kept up a roguish smirk he couldn't deny how intense it felt, how erotic it was to be fucking both saintly sisters – albeit one more saintly than the other. The tight grip of Jean's pussy contrasted the slick, clingy embrace of Richelieu's own, their insides clamping around his shaft as he slammed it into them again and again; swapping between the two sisters at the drop of a hat, barely even pausing to think before doing so.

Richelieu and Jean Bart weren't immune to the lustful air either. Though tentative at first Richelieu continued to grope at Jean's chest until Jean returned the favour, both fondling the other when they were being fucked and moaning lustfully as a response, any sense of shame or decorum crushed under the weight of the lust coursing through them. The sound of flesh smacking together rung out ruthlessly across the bow of the ship alongside the chorus of moans from all three of them, some more guttural and others more high-pitched, forming a lustful sonata for only them to enjoy.

''Nn! Command- fuck!'' Jean Bart jerked her head down as he slammed into her once more, her back arching. ''D-Damn it, frickin' cum already...!''

A hand smacked her ass, making her yelp in a decidedly cute manner, not hurt by her dainty blush and half-lidded eyes, her attempted glare doing little to dim the fire in the Commander's loins. A fire that only grew hotter as he pistoned himself between her dripping folds like a beast in heat, feeling her walls clench around him tighter, quivering with every thrust as if it would be her last – until one rough thrust was all it took to finally push Jean over the edge, a sharp inhale the only warning before she let out a staggered, gritted-teeth groan, her insides clamping down on his cock.

The Commander grunted, yanking his cock out even as pleasure pulsated up it, a fiery need swelling near the base that just encouraged him to angle himself down and stick the tip inside of Richelieu, moaning as he buried himself back into her. The cardinal moaned, then cried out as he went to town on her, going balls-deep again and again and fucking endless noises from her lips, her pussy like a snug vice around his shaft that just begged him to keep pounding her raw.

''C-Commander~!''

Until with a wail Richelieu reached her own high, her slick insides pressing down on his shaft – and with a snarl of primal satisfaction the Commander slammed inside her and knocked her up, gushes of cum flooding her depths. Richelieu let out an unladylike shriek and clutched onto Jean for support, her legs unconsciously wrapping around the Commander's waist to prevent him from pulling it out, her quivering sex accepting every profuse shot of cum he could give her, leaving her insides hot and sticky.

Until at last he pulled out, allowing a thick drizzle of white to leak out of her.

''Mn... not bad, you two.'' The Commander chuckled when they both groaned. ''Though since we're all here... why don't we try out the hot tub while we still have the yacht, eh?''

With twin blushes the two Richelieu-class Battleships agreed, and so unbeknownst to those on the beach the three spent the next hour banging in the hot tub, their cries of pleasure contained by the hull.

Gascogne would be the first to notice both of their limps when they returned to the beach.

Both refused to comment on why they had them.

[END]