A/N: I wasn't too sold on Implacable's design when I first saw it. Safe to say now, after reading her lines, I am sold on her design. Incorporated some of her voice lines in this fic too, in fact.
Have a bunch of ideas for her but I'll turn my attention to Scylla and the others for now. Hopefully will have something with Scylla up on the 26th~
That aside, do enjoy~
A Rousing Distraction
The Commander was many things. Dutiful, loyal, kind-hearted; he embodied many of the qualities he wanted his own subordinates to reflect, to serve with valour but not become thoughtless machines dedicated to a cause.
As such it wasn't abnormal to find him in his office even past the normal nine-to-five hours, toiling away at his paperwork, drafting up battle plans and formations, going over skill books to comb them for new strategies that he might've overlooked or were developed after his time at the academy. He was usually the last to leave the office, with his secretaries either leaving well before him or alongside him, never after. He wouldn't allow it.
That said, he still got on well with the numerous Ship-Girls who worked as his second-in-commands; rotating the position so he had the chance to get to know the girls better. It had been an enlightening experience, be it enduring Ajax's sadistic teases, Javelin's bubbly shyness, Jervis's stone-faced critique or Belfast's warm regard.
One of his newest secretaries though, and indeed ships, was Implacable – who could be something of a... handful.
In more ways than one. From her revealing outfit to her devout but abruptly seductive words, she was hard to get a solid read on and his calm state was constantly upended as she slid a sneaky tease in here or there, her sultry words never failing to make him blush scarlet. He'd even once made a comment about her being a sinful nun, but Implacable had just laughed it off, something twinkling in her eyes.
Thankfully though today she'd held back on them, if only because they had more paperwork than usual to work through. And, for all her teases, she was an efficient and hard-working woman, helping him get through the paperwork in no time at all.
She also made a good conversationalist.
''So you prefer Jasmine, Commander?''
''Mm. I find the aroma to be quite lovely, even if the taste isn't all that.'' The Commander commented lightly, signing his signature off on a form.
Behind her own desk Implacable hummed, rising up from her chair as she sorted some papers. ''Intriguing. I would've taken you to prefer Darjeeling.''
''I tried it once, just wasn't to my tastes.'' He shook his head.
Implacable made a thoughtful sound and moved over to one of the filing cabinets, sorting through the documents in her hands before delicately sliding several into the top drawer, thudding it shut a second later. ''Have you tried Assam then? You might like it.''
''I'll have to give it a try next time I can.'' The Commander smiled at her.
''See that you do. Perhaps seek out Illustrious and inquire about a tea party with her, I'm sure she'd be delighted to share some of her tea knowledge with you, fufu.''
''That woman is delighted about everything.'' He noted with amusement.
''True. One of Illustrious's many charm points.'' Implacable warmly hummed.
The Commander nodded slightly but his gaze lingered on Implacable as she moved about the room sorting things out. Though he had built up something of a resistance to her own charms, he couldn't lie to himself – Implacable was hot. The nun costume, the devilish horns and slight smile that curled at her lips, just watching her put one foot before the other and walk was hypnotic. Not to mention her chest; her plump, bountiful chest that seemed to jiggle at the slightest motion, her dress hiding scandalously little of her bust.
''Hm?'' Implacable noticed his staring, blinking... before a saucy smirk curled at her lips. ''Trouble concentrating, Commander?''
''Ah, no, I just...'' He looked away but a giggle from Implacable regained his gaze.
''Don't be so skittish. I'm not mad, despite what my name may imply.'' Implacable crooned, making her way back over to her desk and sitting against the side, leaning back. ''I know, let's get you back on track with a rousing distraction. Go on... take a look~''
Her words ended on a low, seductive purr that sent shivers up his spine. Immediately his gaze flickered to the door but he remembered vaguely that he'd locked it so as not to be disturbed, the thought only fuelling the embarrassment clawing up his throat, his gaze returning to Implacable in a heartbeat. The carrier still stood there, self-assured smirk on her lips and eyes never straying from him, waiting for him to make a move. To take her up on her offer.
Truly, how could he refuse it? ''F... Fine then.''
His chair creaked as he stood up from it, the wheels squeaking as he pushed the office chair to one side, crossing the short distance over to Implacable. The distance felt so small and he was standing before her sooner than expected, his breathing soft but quick as he met her amused eyes. His gaze fell lower then, able to get a much better look at her breasts from above; the valley between them so inviting, so soft-looking, that he almost wanted to push his face into it.
As if reading his mind Implacable tittered with amusement, cupped his nape – and then yanked his face down into her chest. He struggled only momentarily, shock giving way to embarrassment, and embarrassment to arousal. Her boobs were soft like pillows; warm, doughy pillows that pushed against his face, tempting him to settle in against her, awkwardly leaning against her despite the fact he was slightly taller than her; feeling her tits heave up against him with every slow breath she drew.
Her fingers snaked through his hair then, petting him slowly. ''Dearest Commander... you fret so much about the little things. I, Implacable, will cure you of such unneeded thoughts, should only you ask for it...''
Her breath tickled his left ear, preluding the lips that gently kissed his earlobe. ''Speak, Dearest Commander. Tell me of your desire, of your want. Tell me... and I shall grant you the relief you so clearly crave.''
The Commander was putty in her arms, his face burning red and his head thick with lust, with indecision – until his lower head made the decision for him. ''P-Please...''
''There. Was that so hard?'' Her lips touched his cheek then in a kiss, slow but smooth as she continued to whisper. ''Forsake your belt, if you would.''
The Commander was moving before she'd even finished, reaching down and undoing the buckle, his breathing quickening – flustered he was doing this, that she was practically commanding him, but loving every second of it. His belt came undone nice and quick and he threw it to the floor without a care – shivering when her lithe hands slid down, undoing the button of his tight white dress pants. He dared to lean back then, his face leaving her bosom and eyes meeting her own, allowing him to admire Implacable's richly-amused expression, not a hint of cruelty nor pranking intent in her eyes.
''At ease.'' She breathed the words out, not breaking eye contact. ''Allow me to purge all the unnecessary distractions from your mind, Commander~''
The Commander could only gulp and nod, utterly bewitched as Implacable slid down off of the desk and knelt down before him. He lost himself in her eyes for several long seconds until he felt her fingers hook into his boxers – and then they were down around his shins, as were his pants. He didn't have any time to feel embarrassed about that thought before Implacable pushed her face into his groin, nose dragging up his cock as she inhaled his scent, her tongue soon joining in and dragging up his length as well, tracing his semi-erect shaft all the way to the tip.
''Oh, such girth.'' Implacable breathed out, kissing just under the head. ''Such size, such... discomfort. How long have you been holding back, I wonder, from releasing yourself upon your subordinates in a wanton frenzy? How long since you took aside one of the maids and had your way with their bodies, indulging your loins until they could proceed no further. How long... have you lusted after this body of mine, I do so wonder~''
''Since I met you.'' The Commander practically gasped the words out; pleasure like lightning as it jumped across his nerves – every slow, sensual lick, every little suck against the shaft or kiss upon the tip frying his mind. ''Gods you're so-!''
''Ssh.'' He fell silent as she shushed him, though that became difficult as her tongue slithered over the tip. ''Quieten yourself, lest you wish us to be found... fret not, I'll be sure to let you indulge, Commander. Just don't hold anything back from me, alright?''
She spoke slowly, every word enunciated with sensuality of a succubus, but the Commander didn't care – he was utterly bewitched by her now. Implacable must've noticed as she shot him a slight smirk, her lips grazing up his rock-hard cock to the tip before slithering her tongue over it, doing slow laps around the bulbous head before dragging her tongue over the slit, teasing a shuddering groan out of him. It lasted little more than a second before spiking into a gasp, however, as she took him into her mouth – her full, plump lips encircling just under the head and sliding down further, guiding him into her hot mouth.
The sensation was unlike anything the Commander had ever felt before, his mind empty of all thought as he just gripped onto her desk, leaning over Implacable as she served him. Slow, wet sucks carried her lips down his shaft, grazing all the way to the base before she seamlessly slurped back up to the tip, the movement flawless and without hesitation – not even stopping when the tip hit the back of her throat, her gag reflex either non-existent or masterfully controlled. Whatever the reason it left the Commander shuddering where he stood, his breathing hard and eyes glued only onto the nun under him, her mouth performing such sinful acts just for him.
From above he also got a marvellous look at her cleavage. The tie – or whatever it was – that dipped down into her cleavage only amplified the lewdness, the difference between cloth and skin highlighted and emphasising the plumpness of her chest, and the softness; her tits squished in by her form-fitting dress. Recalling how they felt against his face he reached down boldly, stuffing a hand down her dress and groping at her left breast as he best he could.
''Mm~'' Implacable offered no complaints – if anything she seemed amused, tilting her head as she sucked him off as if to say 'like what you see?'.
He jerked his head in a nod, grunting then groaning as another slurp carried her lips along his cock. Spit clung to his shaft now, sticky and wet but always warm as her lips slid back down again a second later, the slow but firm suck refreshing the spit across his cock. Her hands weren't idle either; her left holding onto his hip whilst her right reached under him and started fondling his balls. Gently, but unignorably; tickling them with her fingertips, hefting them about, even giving them a light squeeze; all her delicate ministrations left him pulsating in her mouth with a shaky moan.
However she was far from done. With an almost-unnoticeable smirk Implacable continued to slurp her way along his cock but did so faster now, her head bobbing back-and-forth into his crotch and letting his cock-head push against the back of her throat, going down it slightly even and leaving him weak-kneed, his breath catching in his throat until he forced it out as a laboured moan, struggling to keep his voice down when faced with such mind-melting pleasure.
''I-Implacable...!'' The Commander gasped out shallowly; reaching down and grabbing her left horn. ''Faster...!''
A muffled hum came from the blonde right before he yanked her down, controlling her movements more and burying her nose-deep in his crotch. Implacable thought didn't even look surprised, mirth still glinting in her rustic eyes as he yanked her back-and-forth, using her mouth like a flesh-light and jamming himself between those plump, pursing lips, intimately feeling them press against his shaft snugly and apply a delicate amount of pressure, so wet and slippery.
His thighs felt weak and he grabbed her other horn too, holding them as tight as he could as he yanked her into his groin, moaning louder now. His balls hit her chin and a slew of hot wet grunts and moans escaped Implacable, her nose poking his groin every time and only pushing him to greater heights of pleasure. Doubly so when the carrier herself wrapped her arms around him, accepting the rough oral fucking.
The thought proved to be too much. ''I-Implacable...!''
Heat surged, his cock ached – and with a gasp he yanked the carrier down and busted his load down her throat. He heard her grunt briefly but she soon tilted her head back, the angle letting his cum flow down her throat and enhancing his pleasure further, his mind utterly white as he stared into her half-lidded, lust-filled eyes.
''Swallow it all.'' He whispered.
Though Implacable gave no sign she heard she continued to gulp down his semen without hesitation, and it was only when his orgasm drew to a close that the Commander found it in him to pull out – gasping at the sudden contrast between her hot mouth and the cool office air. Jolts of lust jumped across his sensitive cock then, his mind frazzled and his breathing ragged, but he still couldn't find it in him to take his eyes off of Implacable, watching her every movement as she delicately covered her mouth and swallowed, before gracefully she rose to her feet.
''I think it speaks to your vigour that you can still stand tall.'' Implacable remarked with amusement – and it took him a moment to realise she wasn't talking about him, but his dick. ''Fufu, I see you realise that now.''
She practically read his mind but if anything that just made him hornier for her, as if they were on the same wavelength. A wavelength that compelled him to close the distance and push Implacable back against the desk, grabbing her ass through her nun dress and lifting her up onto the edge of the desk, the hard wood digging into her plump rear but causing her little discomfort, judging by her mirthful smirk. Rather than speak Implacable merely eased herself back onto her desk, laying across it lengthways and opening her legs willingly, her dress draped over her crotch.
Up until he grabbed the fabric and shoved it up, exposing her lacy white underwear that felt far too salacious for a nun to wear. The Commander didn't stop to admire them nor her thick thighs, simply yanking her underwear to one side, getting between those lovely legs of hers-
-and with a thrust he was inside her. ''Nn...!''
''Ahn~'' Implacable let out a lovely moan of her own. ''Mm... so eager, Commander~''
The flirtatious tone burned his cheeks but he was in too deep – literally – to back out now. So he didn't; grabbing her hips instead and starting to thrust right off of the bat, pistoning himself in as deep as he could before pulling back, her slick vaginal walls clinging to his dick lovingly and squeezing a moan from his throat. Implacable giggled at that, tensing deliberately and making her loins squeeze him snugly.
''Myn~ You're entering me so strongly, I can't help but think you've wished for this every night.'' Implacable crooned, propping herself up on one arm and holding onto his shoulder with the other, smiling mirthfully as always. ''Have you?''
He shuddered. He hadn't, he really hadn't... but he knew after today he would. ''I will soon.''
Implacable tittered in amusement and slid her hand up into his hair, fingers weaving through his locks before pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. The Commander groaned into it and put his hands on the fine wood of her desk, bucking his hips with more force and stuffing himself inside of her womanhood, feeling her heat clamp around him nicely, lovingly. The searing embrace of her pussy was as pleasurable as it was addictive, his hips slamming forth constantly and burying himself up to the hilt inside of her, the resounding slaps of their flesh filling the office.
He couldn't get enough of it, of her. Even as they drew apart from the kiss the Commander spent only a second catching his breath before he mashed his mouth against hers once more; groaning into the kiss as he entered her – not protesting when she wrapped her legs around his hips, ankles brushing together and telling him where exactly she wanted him to finish. The thought was dizzying, the risk so very high, but Implacable didn't seem to care so he didn't either, just plunging himself into her pussy like she was the last woman on the planet, the desk starting to shift slightly from the force behind his skin-smacking thrusts.
''Are you going to cum soon, Commander?'' Implacable breathed in the brief moment their lips weren't mashing together. ''Finish within I if that is what you wish. Grant me a child to call my own, if you'd please.''
Her lips grazed his own. ''Release all your lust inside my cradle, should you desire so.''
That was it. It was too much. Heat rushed up his sensitive cock and his mind went white, his thrusts frantic as he slammed between her glistening pussy lips, his breath bundling in his throat – before he let it all out in a wordless shout of pleasure, sheathing himself up to the hilt inside of her and busting a fat load deep inside of her. Implacable clutched onto him, crying out too, but the Commander was totally lost in the sensation of her insides clamping down on his dick, her grip so snug, so tight, that it was all he could do to just empty his balls within her.
How long the moment lasted he didn't know, time elusive and reason absent, until suddenly clarity came rushing back like a bolt from the blue. Jerking slightly he pulled back, only then coherent of the fact he'd slumped atop her, his cheeks reddening as he met Implacable's amused eyes before he averted his own quickly, too embarrassed to hold her stare.
''Such volume.'' Implacable's whisper teased his ear. ''Such warmth~''
He shuddered – fully aware of what she was referring to. Slowly he pulled himself out, her pussy clingy as her insides clenched around him, but with a wet-sounding pop his cock sprung free from her nether lips easily. Implacable left her legs open but the look in her eyes told him she wanted more, even as some of his semen began to dribble out of her fucked-raw pussy, drooling down the side of her desk.
His body shook with fatigue, with the need to just sit down and catch his breath, but it was like this was all a dream – that if he delayed too long she'd vanish, that this opportunity would end. A mentality that coaxed him into speaking.
''Over here.''
With stumbling steps he made his way over to his chair. The flimsy little thing squeaked under his weight and protested again as Implacable sat down in his lap, her coo soon muffled as his lips met hers – the kiss passionate, rough even. She cupped his cheeks at first but soon snaked her hands down to his nape, then to his back; holding him close as they made out. Smacking lips traded spit between them and tangling tongues went to war, but neither saw a victor by the time they pulled back, a thin string between their appendages that soon snapped like a cut ribbon.
And much like a cut ribbon, signalled the start of the next event – one Implacable was all too happy to indulge in, giggling as she raised her hips, let him stick his dick up, and as one they moaned as she sat down onto his cock. Implacable didn't just jam herself down onto his stiff shaft though; that would be too crude, too rushed. Instead the seductress slowly eased herself down, the head sinking in and the shaft gradually following, inch after inch of him sinking into her moist depths as they clenched around him, pressing in so very snugly that he was unable to speak even if he wanted to.
''Mn... a-ahh...'' He moaned out wordlessly.
Implacable let out another tittering laugh and claimed his lips in a kiss, easing herself down to the base. They stayed like that for a moment, neither moving and leaving her stuffed with dick like she was a cock-warmer – until with a sensual moan Implacable rose back up, her slippery insides squeezing him tight, only the head left inside when she dropped back down again, thighs slapping against his own.
''Nn, crap, Implacable...'' The Commander found his voice and groaned, grabbing her ass with both hands as he helped the nun ride him.
Implacable just smirked, holding up the front of her dress solely so he could see his dick disappearing inside of her, a moan working its way out of her lips as she took him up to the hilt – and a groan fled his as she grinded her hips around in small circles, stirring him around her pussy. He bucked his hips in response, earning a delighted croon, and without losing her smirk the vixen atop him went back to riding him, one hand upon his shoulder.
''You're reaching so deep~'' Implacable sighed almost near the end, tipping her head back and emphasising her large bust. ''Yes, move your hips too Commander, let me feel you fill me~''
The Commander was all too happy to comply, utterly enwreathed in lust as he bucked his hips and speared up into her slippery pussy, the tip kissing the gates to her womb repeatedly. The deep impacts made Implacable ride him faster, more passionately; their flesh loudly smacking together as she dropped herself down onto his meaty cock, her walls parted by it only to smother it lovingly, the cum inside of her only serving to make every movement all the more lewd.
Releasing her dress Implacable leaned in then, her lips grazing his ear. ''Imagine what would happen had the door been unlocked, Commander. Any of my peers, free to wander in and see ourselves in such a union... scandalous, but intoxicating, is it not?''
It was. As embarrassing as it'd be, as chaotic as the consequences would be, the idea of one of his subordinates walking in on Implacable riding him was a turn-on – and in turn encouraged him to yank her down onto his dick with renewed vigour, moaning as felt her loins tighten around him, her wet insides coiling tightly around him and threatening to make him bust again at any moment, his hands alternating between groping her thighs or holding her hips, guiding her down onto his throbbing cock.
The motions, the slick grip, the breasts jiggling right in his face; all of it was too much. Leaning back into his seat the Commander slammed up into Implacable with ravenous, unquenchable desire, his dick aching in the best way possible – the sound of their clapping flesh reaching its apex, joined by Implacable's lustful cries-
-until his mind went white and he blew his load inside of her. Peripherally he was aware of her cumming with him, her throaty moan equal parts seductive and erotic, but in truth his mind was too fried to think coherent thoughts. All he felt was the slick heat smothering his dick as he emptied his balls for the third and final time, flooding Implacable's willing womb with his seed until he simply had no more to give.
Only then did he finally go slack against his chair, moaning under his breath and panting heavily. ''Ahh... that...''
A breathy giggle escaped his partner before she pecked him on the lips, smiling mirthfully still as she finished his sentence. ''Was wonderful?''
''Yeah. It was.'' He admitted.
''I enjoyed myself quite a bit as well.'' Implacable remarked, amused. ''But alas, now we must return to work... n-nn...''
The Commander shuddered at the lilted grunt that escaped her – his softening cock slipping out easily as Implacable stood, stumbling slightly before making her way over to her desk, presumably to clean up before going back to work.
With a sigh of his own the Commander grabbed some tissues and set about doing the same, though one thought remained in his head.
This wouldn't be the last time they did this.
Not by a long shot.
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