A/N: Apologies for not having this chapter up last cycle; been a bit busy so didn't have the time to write this all out before the deadline.

Hope you do enjoy this chapter though~

Temporal Glasses

Chapter 7: Cafeteria

After having his fun in the office, the Commander decided to retrace his steps back to the cafeteria.

However he quickly realised a problem; in reality he'd spent several hours in his office before finally moving to the cafeteria at lunch time. Time that was, currently, frozen – meaning those that he'd seen in the cafeteria wouldn't be there. The conundrum gave him pause in the middle of the path, dick still hanging free and his arms crossed in a traditional thinking pose, thumb nursing his chin.

Until an idea came to him. He wasn't sure if it'd work but he was willing to try – and thus with eyes closed he willed time itself to wind forwards as it should, but without affecting those he'd already had a turn with. It was an entirely mental effort but he felt the world around him change, a stagnant breeze brushing over him as time sped up and up and up – until suddenly it stopped, as if reaching its final destination.

When he opened his eyes he found the world the same, but slightly different. In the distance near the cafeteria more Ship-Girls now stood about, locked in motion as they were, and when he looked behind himself he spotted Ajax and her sisters still in the positions he'd left them, rather than the positions they would've been in the original timeline. The realisation brought a grin to his lips and he meandered down the path, eager to meet up with some his subordinates.

Originally he'd come across Washington and North Carolina, but as he walked he failed to find them. A light frown marred his face as he looked about but ultimately just shrugged and continued on; they were probably somewhere else along the path and he'd just passed them.

However, perhaps due to the slightly-different route he'd taken, he came across two new ships. Queen Elizabeth and Warspite.

Both sat in the shade of a cherry blossom tree; Queen Elizabeth with her back to the trunk whilst Warspite was knelt next to her, both having a little picnic of sorts. He'd never noticed them in the original timeline but now that they were here he found it hard to resist – until ultimately he gave up even trying to resist, and approached.

''Honestly I can't be bothered undressing you both manually.'' The Commander confessed as he snapped his fingers, watching the two petite blondes be rendered nude.

It was a feast for the eyes. Though both were petite and lacked much in the way of curves they were alluring nonetheless, and Queen Elizabeth's royal pedigree made it extra spicy in his mind. His hungry gaze fell upon the queen's small bust and ran down her front, tracing her groin down over her smooth nether lips and creamy thighs, her figure like that of a doll's. Warspite wasn't too different but when he neared he could admire the subtler aspects of her; the slight but noticeable muscle in her biceps, how her breasts were the tiniest bit bigger, the little tuft of dark blonde hair above her sex or how she had a more prominent thigh-gap than Elizabeth herself. Tiny details that just made her that little bit more alluring in his eyes.

Something that tempted him to come to a stop in front of Warspite, his dick already rock-hard from the sight of their naked bodies and leaving throbbing in her face. He smirked, guiding the tip along her gently-parted lips, feeling how soft they were and tempted his dick between – and a tight, relieved groan bubbled up his throat as he seamlessly sheathed his cock between them. Her tongue was hot against the underside of his cock as it slid over her tongue, every second heavenly and only turning him on more.

''Hnaah...'' Releasing a tense sigh the Commander grabbed Warspite's head with both hands, pumping himself between her slim lips, feeling them drag against his cock as he moved.

Though she was practically immobile that didn't diminish his lust in the slightest. He ran his hands over her head and face, finding the best way to hold it and digging his fingers in – before with a husky groan the Commander picked up the pace, plunging his cock between her smooth lips and hitting the back of her throat easily. The warm wet embrace of her mouth felt just lovely compared to the mild air around them, his gaze lingering on Warspite's face as his cock slid over her tongue and hit the back of her throat repeatedly.

His gaze wandered over to Queen Elizabeth too, sampling her naked body before boldly grabbing her by the hair and pulling her over. Yanking his now-wet dick out of Warspite's mouth he pushed the two sister-ships cheek-to-cheek, their lips ajar and allowing his cock to rub against and along those small pink lips; groaning blissfully as he felt them slide over the bulbous tip or down the shaft, the slightest rub or brush making him hiss with delight.

As tempting as it was to get head from the literal queen, though, he couldn't deny how much he wanted to fuck her raw.

With that thought in mind the Commander nudged Warspite to one side and pushed Queen Elizabeth down onto her back, getting on top of the naked queen as he opened her legs. He caressed her slender thighs and groped them momentarily, his attention soon drawn to the bare slit between her legs, the tip of his cock soon prodding it and rubbing along it. He shuddered, tempting himself as he pushed and prodded her puffy folds, nearly putting the tip inside before pulling back and simply stroking himself off against her pussy.

Lust, however, demanded more – and with a tight groan he sunk into her. Her vagina was tight, clenching around his intruding cock and forcing a strangled groan from the Commander's throat, his hands planting on either side of her head as he eased himself in deeper and deeper. The little bit of spit on his dick proved to be enough lubrication to ease him inside, most of his cock fitting in before he pulled back, pumping himself into the royal woman.

''Haah, fuck... gonna give you an heir...'' The Commander grunted out, laying his hand over her small breast. ''Gonna fucking knock you up.''

The growled words went unheard by any but him, but just saying something so scandalous to the tsundere queen just emboldened him – his thrusts gradually building speed until he was drilling himself into Elizabeth's tight snatch, bottoming out within her narrow tunnel. The sound of his flesh colliding against hers echoed out through the crisp, still air; forming a lewd symphony for him as he had his way with the Royal Navy's queen.

Leaning back he grabbed Elizabeth by her slim sides, jamming his dick into her hotness and groaning under his breath when her walls coiled around him in return, squeezing him as if begging for his load. Though her body remained otherwise motionless the subtle grip of her pussy, the tightening squeeze, took his breath away and soon he just outright laid atop her, one arm snaking under her nape whilst the other held her shoulder; slamming himself up into her increasingly-wet pussy.

''Hah, fuck, oh fuck.'' He cursed into her ear. ''Good royal pussy, fit for a... mn, queen like you...!''

The dirty talk was senseless, irrational, but he stammered and slurred it out as he got drunk on pleasure – his dick tingling blissfully from the countless orgasms he'd endured thus far, his shaft raking her walls and his tip kissing her cervix. The thought just propelled his hips forwards even more, the slick squelch of their loins audible as he savagely pounded the time-frozen queen, her insides practically sucking him back inside of her and encouraging him to stuff her all the harder.

It was then as he went balls-deep in Queen Elizabeth that he remembered neither she nor Warspite had appeared in his reality, and thus he'd not seen their numbers. As if responding to his internal musings, a pair of boxes appeared next to both of them, identical to that of the ones his glasses provided.

[Warspite = 8 Partners.]

[Queen Elizabeth = 20 Partners.]

'OH FUCK-!'

The thought of Queen Elizabeth getting dicked by so many guys – that the prim and proper royal queen was hooking up and fucking, or perhaps even hosting orgies in private – was so hot the Commander's thrusts rapidly hastened, heat shooting down his dick-

-and with a ragged gasp he busted a fat nut inside of the queen, burying himself up to the hilt and pouring his hot seed straight into her womb – spurt after thick spurt filling her baby chamber with no end in sight, his balls seeming infinite in that moment as he was overcome by the single-minded desire to impregnate her.

How long the moment actually lasted he wasn't sure, only that at some point his lungs ached for air – and with a a staggered groan he relaxed; sucking in some much-needed breaths. His chest heaved with every quick gulp of air he drew, his gaze locked onto Queen Elizabeth's face, able to envision how many facials she got during those potential-orgies. It certainly fitted her personality, at least in his opinion. The queen hiring a bunch of guys to fuck her at her command, having them as 'servants', her holes being stuffed as she blew others...

''Fuck...'' He swore again, this time softer as he pulled out – his dick aching from the force of his intense climax.

His eyes though shifted to Warspite's number. Maybe she wasn't involved, but considering she was Elizabeth's royal guard it stood to reason Warspite was there to witness such debauchery... and perhaps voyeur to it. He could almost imagine the serious-faced Warspite blushing like mad as she stood by the door, watching her sister-ship be fucked thoroughly by a bunch of men, all whilst unable to join in too. Left hot and bothered with no release but her own fingers, once she had some privacy.

Turning his gaze onto Warspite herself he admired her petite figure, his hands settling on her hips as he guided her close, then pushed her on top of Queen Elizabeth – arranging her limbs so her hands were planted on either side of the queen's head whilst her knees were next to her hips, leaving Warspite kneeling on all fours on top of Elizabeth. The sight turned him on more than he wanted to admit and so with haste he got behind her, one hand stroking his cock and lining his cock up with her puffy nether lips.

And then with a moan he sunk into heaven. She felt delightfully tight, smothering his dick as he pushed into her – but he wasn't in the mood for doing it slow. Digging his fingers into her hips the Commander shoved as much of his cock into her as possible, hilting in her on the very first thrust and hissing through gritted teeth as her walls clenched around him. She felt so hot, so snug, that it was like his dick was being strangled by her pussy.

Not that it stopped him from moving. Biting his bottom lip hard he pulled out until just the tip was in before slamming back in up to the hilt, kissing her depths and clapping her perky ass. An ass he savoured as he continued to pound into her, his long thrusts sending ripples across her peachy behind and jerking her forwards until he pulled her back towards him, hissing in bliss as he sheathed himself within her snug pussy.

''Holy shit, so fucking good...'' The Commander groaned out, groping her right cheek before giving it a smack. ''I wouldn't mind fucking you while Elizabeth gets dicked by her 'servants'...!''

Just imagining the scenario, of bending Warspite over and rutting her like a beast in heat while her sister was gangbanged a dozen feet away, fanned the flames of lust within him – and with a groan the Commander grabbed her by the shoulders and went to town on her, holding nothing back as he savagely slammed into Warspite's tight cunt, her loins clenching around his girth but doing little to actually stop him from churning up her insides, his dick kissing her innermost parts without fail.

His gaze ran along her slender back too, tracing one hand down her upper-back until it came down to settle on her side, her blonde hair tucked to one side so nothing was hidden. That same hand though soon slid around to her front, cupping her small breast and groping it, feeling her jiggle into his waiting palm and her nipple poking between his fingers, tempting him to pinch and tweak it a little, fondling her as he ploughed her raw.

''Hah shit, you probably, mn, hooked up with a few guys too right?'' The Commander grunted out between breaths. ''Got frustrated seeing your sister get laid so you, mn, went and boned some lucky guy right?''

No answers came but he moaned all the same, hauling Warspite up by her arms before wrapping both of his around her torso, keeping her balanced on her knees – and then he went to town on her. Short, desperate thrusts buried his dick into her drooling embrace, her hot wetness squelching around his dick as he pounded her like a man possessed. His end rapidly neared, molten warmth raced up his cock but he didn't stop, didn't slow, chasing his high-

-and with a satisfied groan he busted inside of the royal guard, his molten heat pouring up into her womb. He held onto her tight, his nose in her hair and his fingers digging into her skin as he kept her close – bucking his hips in short, uneven thrusts to make sure all of his seed got inside of her. He only half-succeeded in that as some began to drool out around his cock, running haphazard lines down his shaft before dripping off of his balls, the rest of his seed nestled within her depths.

Only then did the Commander pull out, moaning at the sharp contrast between her hot pussy and the chilly air, but paid it little mind – simply staring at Warspite's ass for a little longer before finding the strength to stand, opting to leave the two blondes where they were. Instead he turned his sights on his original target and made his way over to it; the cafeteria.

It was just a short minute's walk and when he entered he found many Ship-Girls present, the sight making him lick his lips, but he was looking for a couple Ship-Girls in particular. He wanted to fuck them in the order he saw them in his reality – after all this whole thing was a simulation as far as he knew. With that thought in mind he wandered around the cafeteria, looking about – and soon found the ones he was looking for.

Arizona and Pennsylvania.

The Commander purred and walked up behind the two, daintily taking the trays out of their hands and leaving them floating where they were. His arms wrapped themselves around their slim waists and he escorted the pair to the nearest empty table, grinning as he turned both to face him – a million thoughts, a million wants rushing through his mind.

First though he wanted to loosen them up a little. Eyeing the police-style uniforms they wore he started unbuttoning Arizona's, one button coming undone after the next until it spilled open to show off her smooth tummy, her black bra the only thing hiding her rather plump chest. A snap of his fingers later and that bra vanished whilst the rest of her outfit remained, letting him reach in and grab her big tits, squishing them between his greedy fingers and thumbing her pink nipples about – growling with lust as he stole a kiss, stilted as it was given her time-frozen state.

Breaking off the kiss quickly he darted down, kissing her collarbone twice before unashamedly pushing his face between her tits, motor-boating her soft boobs and kissing them blindly – easily able to imagine Arizona squeaking and blushing scarlet in embarrassment. After he had his fill though he turned his eyes onto Pennsylvania, grinning as he popped open the buttons of her own police top and snapped her bra out of existence, grabbing a handful of her tits too.

''Fuck, seeing you walk about the base that one time in nothing but a pair of bras was damn hot.'' The Commander confessed openly, giving Pennsylvania's tits a little slap, watching them jiggle. ''Or that time you and Ari got a part-time job at Crispy Tori's just outside the base, working in those maid outfits that just made me wanna bend you over and bust inside of you...''

The memory of the two pretty Battleships in maid costumes made his dick throb, arousal mounting, and with a lustful grin he turned his attention back onto Arizona – picking her first. He ripped her skirt off without delay and shoved her down onto the table, being rough with her as he got behind her, envisioning her struggling, of being so flustered and panicked. The exciting thought just encouraged him, ripping her black panties to one side and pushing his cock against her tight opening.

Then he forced his cock inside. ''Mn~!''

Maybe it was because Arizona was so shy and soft, but he felt compelled to be rough with her. And with her both frozen in time, yet also possessing the durability of a Battleship, he had no qualms about being so – eagerly grabbing a handful of her long dark hair and pulling it back, shouting with pleasure as he forced his cock nearly all the way inside on the first go. He kept her pinned against the edge of the table, on hand landing on her shoulder as he pulled out and swiftly jammed his dick back inside, her hot insides parting for his intruding cock.

The Commander gritted his teeth as she clenched around him, her unyielding grip hot, searing – prompting him to shove her head back down against the hard table, squishing her big tits against its smooth surface as he continued burying himself inside of her, kissing her cervix with every rough thrust. His gaze was lured down her bare back though to her ass cheeks, watching them jiggle from every fast impact, bucking her body up against the table.

''Haah, fuck, I almost wanna unfreeze you so I can see how good you are at using your mouth.'' The Commander hissed out, shifting his hands down to her hips. ''Bet you give fantastic head.''

He could almost imagine Arizona's plump, cherry-red lips wrapped around his cock, sucking so dutifully as she looked him in the eyes.

The thought nearly made him bust then and there, a strained hiss forced from his throat as he hammered away at the Battleship's pussy, his thrusts harsh bordering on desperate, like he was on the clock and he had to cum as soon as physically possible. There was no tenderness, so passion or expression of affection – just pure, primal desire to take her and knock her up. It was that wild desire that made him pull out suddenly, jerking himself off for a moment to keep himself in the mood before grabbing Arizona's thighs and turning her around onto her side, her left leg raised up onto his shoulder and her pussy bare to him, his cock-head rubbing her slick folds.

And then he was back inside of her, moaning openly as he went to town on her. Skin loudly smacked against skin as he buried himself deep inside of her, holding onto her raised leg as he sheathed himself within her – her wet hole constricting his intruding girth and frying his mind in the process, the relentless in-out pumps leaving his dick sticky and wet with her juices. The glistening sheen upon his cock was refreshed every time he slid back into her drooling orifice, her pussy seeming to quiver around his length as he mated with her, as he fucked her raw on a cafeteria bench in full view of her peers.

''Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fu- fuck!''

And then he came. Slamming balls-deep inside of Arizona he let loose a torrent of virile cum, kissing her cervix as he pumped his baby-batter deep inside of her. His hips recoiled, pulling back, before he slammed himself back in once more, his mouth open and head light with euphoria as he just came inside of her, his mind utterly devoted to the sensation as he did his best to knock the dark-haired woman up.

Clarity slowly sept back into his mind, but the electric sensitivity encircling the tip of his dick didn't, the sensation so intense the Commander had to pull out. Hissing under his breath he slapped the head of his cock against her wet pussy, savouring the sight before turning his attention onto Pennsylvania, his lust still simmering hot. Rather than undress her he just snapped his fingers and made her skirt disappear, revealing the lacy black panties hugging her hips.

Hips he got a good feel of as he shifted the busty Battleship next to Arizona, adjusting her elbows onto the table so she was reclining against it, legs open.

A tug of her panties revealed her slit, his cock-head rubbed along them – and then he was inside of her. Hissing at how sensitive he still was the Commander wasted no time in thrusting; grunts quick to spill from his lips as he pumped in-and-out of the Battleship's snug pussy, burying himself in deep and feeling her walls cling to him on the way out, practically begging him to be back inside. He was all too happy to comply, grinning as he buried himself into her hot cavern, her pussy seizing snugly around him and sucking him in.

His gaze lingered on their connected parts for only a few moments though before lifting up to her chest, watching her big tits jiggle about, bouncing from the force of his thrusts. Just watching them was entertaining in its own right and he could probably do it for hours, seeing them shift and jiggle. Lust though tempted his right hand up, grabbing a rough handful of her left breast and feeling her up, his thumb circling her nipple whilst his fingers dug into her firm tit.

He released her tit after a second, hand coming down in a lustful titty-slap before he caressed it better, the roughness fuelling the wild desires. Shifting his hand up to her shoulder he got a firm hold before pulling her towards him a little, his other hand on her ass as he ruthlessly stuffed his swollen manhood inside of her, huffing and puffing like a wild animal. Even as her loins coiled around him, as her thighs bumped against his hips and her tits bounced practically in his face it wasn't enough, his lust demanding even more.

''Mn! Hnph! Hah, holy shit...!'' The Commander cursed liberally, throwing his head back only to loll it back down just so he could ogle her half-naked self even more. ''Wish I'd done this so much sooner.''

As if in agreement he felt her loins squeeze him again, the searing embrace threatening to make him bust his nut. Gritting his teeth and hissing through them he slowed his thrusts, pulling out until just the head of his cock was inside of her before sheathing himself back in – taking it slow and enjoying every second of it, the slick friction making his balls tighten, his head light as he teetered on the edge of another orgasm. He tried to keep the slow pace going but the risk of suffering a weak orgasm hastened his motions, his cock pumping between her petals again and again, faster and faster-

-and then suddenly he passed the point of no return, hastening his thrusts. Flesh smacked and squelched, his cock buried itself into her sopping cunt – when he went over the edge, releasing gouts of semen into her cradling depths, her tightness squeezing it all out of him. In a senseless bout of lust he mashed his mouth on hers, groaning into Pennsylvania's mouth as he came inside of her, his thrusts harsh and short as he pumped into her frantically.

His hips soon seized up, muscles locking, but he just sheathed himself in up to the hilt and stayed there, letting her milk him dry.

Seconds ticked by before he broke off the kiss, gasping and panting as he rested his forehead against hers, just enjoying the slick grip around his dick. Eventually though he pulled out, stumbling back a step as he admired Pennsylvania's creampied pussy before looking over at Arizona, her own creamed sex laid bare to him.

''Fuck that's hot.'' He murmured out, dick twitching.

However a head of pink hair in the corner of his eye lured his gaze to the left, over to where he found a familiar trio standing, locked in time. San Diego, Atlanta and Juneau. The sight of the three reinvigorated him and without hesitation he made his way over to them. A nearby table was empty so he manoeuvred the trio over to it, arranging them in a line in front of him facing him. Then, with a snap of his fingers, he rendered them all naked.

His dick throbbed with excitement at the sight. From San Diego's bouncy bust to Atlanta's slim figure to Juneau's narrow hips, he sampled their figures greedily; his right hand grasping his cock and stroking him off to the sight of them. Just touching himself in such a manner was hard, his dick so very sensitive, but he couldn't stop himself. He reached out with his left hand and felt them up; copping a feel of San Diego's plump breasts before letting his hand slide off and onto Atlanta's stomach and then down to Juneau's pussy, caressing her sex and running a finger along her slit, teasing her.

An ache in his dick though tempted him to do more. Shifting a little closer he rubbed his cock against Juneau's pussy, pushing up against her folds before running it over her groin, slowly meandering to the left until he was in front Atlanta. He slapped his cock against her groin, smearing the leftover stickiness into her skin and down over her slit, rubbing himself on her folds before moving onto San Diego, going a step further and sliding his dick between her thighs.

''Hn...'' Grabbing her thighs he pushed them together, strapping his cock between her thighs and pussy. ''Oh fuuck~''

Grabbing her shapely ass the Commander started fucking San Diego's thighs, his thrusts quickly building speed until he was clapping his groin against her own. His dick slid between her smooth thighs easily, the top of his cock rubbing against her pussy at the same time and granting him utter bliss. It might not be as intense as going balls-deep in his subordinates but there was something extra lewd about fucking her thighs, especially with how soft and squishy they felt.

Tilting his torso back a bit he savoured San Diego's pretty face for just a moment before claiming her lips in a kiss; deepening it fast as he got more into it, grunts bubbling up his throat as he fucked her thighs. She got wet quickly and he could feel her sticky heat against the top of his dick, tempting him to stand up a little more, rubbing against her as best he could. Eventually though he pulled back all the way and let his dick spring back from betwixt her thighs, pushing it up against her groin and practically hugging San Diego; breaking off the kiss then.

''Wonder how many of your fans you fucked.'' The Commander rumbled against her lips. ''You always gush about them, I wouldn't be surprised if you fell for a couple, or maybe gave them a special backstage bonus.''

He entertained the delusion – of San Diego inviting a fan or two back to her hotel room, teasing and joking before getting down and dirty with them. Giving head, bending over, taking it from both ends and moaning happily the whole time; the thought made his dick ache with need and caused a bead of pre-cum to ooze from the tip, smeared against her groin when he pushed against her.

Releasing a shuddering breath the Commander quickly backed off, grabbing San Diego and guiding her over to the table, pushing her flat onto her back. He laid Atlanta down on her right and then Juneau on the right of her, their legs together and emphasising their pussies. He spent a second just ogling the trio, jerking himself off to their naked forms before turning his attention onto San Diego, opening her legs and pressing himself against her opening-

-and then he was inside of her. ''Haah...!''

After fucking her thighs so much he was already a little sensitive so he didn't expect to last long – that, if anything, just giving him the incentive he needed to slam into her. Mad with lust the Commander eagerly plunged himself into her slick sex, feeling her wet walls seize around his dick in a loving grip that nearly made stars pop behind his eyes, moans bubbling up his throat endlessly as he buried himself within the songstress, bottoming out soon enough with every thrust.

The harsh claps of flesh echoed throughout the spacious cafeteria but the Commander hardly cared. Leaning back he watched her big tits bounce about, soon tempting his right hand up – groping a rough handful of her left breast and squishing it, feeling how doughy-soft she was and thumbing her perky pink nipple about, easily able to envision San Diego's hot, whining moan; the delusion further fuelling his lust.

He pursed his lips, hastening his thrusts – and then pulled out. Just doing so left him throbbing and sensitive, his body craving to be back inside of San Diego, but he resisted and shifted over in front of Atlanta. Opening her legs he quickly got between them, dragging his tip down to her opening – and with a groan he sheathed into her snug embrace. She wasn't nearly as wet as San Diego was but that was fine with him; hurriedly thrusting into her and finding his rhythm, stuffing the anti-air cruiser to the brim with his dick.

''Mn, never paid you and your sisters much attention, sorry 'bout that... haah...!'' The Commander pushed the words out, feeling her loins cling to his cock as he pumped in-and-out of her so hurriedly. ''Shit you feel great, not just good at killing planes but also taking dic- mn fuck!''

He pulled out almost desperately, stumbling over to Juneau and slapping his dick-tip against her folds, rubbing along them three times before finally getting it in the hole, moaning euphorically as he sheathed himself in deep. Grabbing Juneau by her narrow hips the Commander wasted no time in pounding the petite girl, utterly slamming into her narrow tunnel and cursing as he felt her hot walls coil around him, a snug vice that squeezed just under the head of his cock especially, forcing him to keep moving lest he suffer a weak orgasm.

Another roiling wave of pleasure soared up his dick, muscles drawing taut in his groin and his balls aching for release, pre-cum kissing the gates of Juneau's womb. He wanted to hold back, to enjoy the snugness of her pussy for longer, but he couldn't deny how enthralling it was to be squeezed by the feeble Ship-Girl, her delicate demeanour contrasted sharply with how roughly he handled her; pounding her tight pussy with wild abandon.

Gritting his teeth he kept at it, hastening his thrusts and slamming his cock into her sopping tunnel, feeling her loins coil lovingly around his dick as if begging for him to unload within her. The thought hastened his movements, pleasure swelling up his cock as he ravenously pounded her tight cunt, envisioning her being gangbanged by a bunch of guys and doused with their seed-

-and then he pulled out. Gasping he moved over to San Diego, his dick throbbing dangerously, cum seeping from the head as he rubbed it along her glistening pussy lips.

His cock-head entered her – and almost instantly he went over the edge, moaning euphorically as he came just from putting it in. He jammed his cock as deep as he could getting, thrusting back-and-forth slowly and busting load after load into San Diego's slippery pussy, her walls contracting around his tender girth and coaxing it all out of him. He pulled out halfway through, his tip springing from her syrupy folds and spurting several thick gushes of cum straight up her groin, painting her stomach white with his seed.

The Commander stroked himself off, milking himself of all of his seed before releasing a staggered breath, stumbling back and just ogling the three naked cruisers. He'd only spent a little time fucking Atlanta and Juneau, the thought almost tempting him to lewd them some more – but there was another two Ship-Girls he wanted to fuck first. Something that prompted him to tilt his head, gazing a few tables over to where Hammann and Sims stood.

Smirking breathlessly he made his way over. Taking the trays from their hands he grabbed them by the hands and led them over to the same table he'd just fucked the three cruisers at; sitting down with both Hammann and Sims in front of him.

Then with a snap of his fingers, he rendered them naked.

'Fuck...' The Commander bit his lip, stroking his cock tentatively.

He'd never really gotten a good chance to ogle the pair since they were sat a table away from him and with their backs to him. Now though he could sample their figures easily. Both were petite but Sims was a tiny bit slimmer, her hips more pronounced and her waist narrower, emphasising her small breasts that could fill his palm easily. Hammann was a little smaller in the chest department, or at least it seemed so, but that didn't diminish his lust even slightly; his horny gaze locked onto her as he kept stroking himself off to the sight of their naked selves.

He remembered their numbers too. Six for Sims, and one for Hammann. He wasn't too surprised about Sims – she was a sociable girl and with a teasing streak a mile wide, so it wasn't a shock to think she'd hit it off with a couple guys over the course of her service. Hammann though was a bit of a surprise given how standoffish she was – he imagined it took a real charmer to get into her pants without getting yelled and or clawed at.

A lewd idea came to mind then, bringing a grin to the Commander's lips. Grabbing Sims he pulled the most smug sister over to his side, having her kneel down on his right side and threading his fingers into her snow-white hair, a jolt of excitement travelling up his dick as he guided her mouth in close – and a moan tumbled from his lips as he pushed Sims down onto his dick. He used her more like an onahole than anything else, sticking his dick into her receptive mouth and pulling her head up by her hair; pushing her back down a split-second later.

He could feel his dick rub against her inner-cheek before brushing over her teeth and going down her throat, the tip clenched by her throat muscles briefly before he raised her back up. If he tipped his head back just enough he could only keep the top of her head bobbing up-and-down into his crotch, the sight somehow making it even lewder than if he was looking at her directly, forcing soft moans up out of his throat.

''Ahh, fuck yes... after-sex head feels great...'' The Commander breathed out, grunting when the tip hit the back of her throat a couple times in succession.

His attention though shifted onto Hammann. Naked as she was he could see everything – and touch her too. Shifting forwards the tiniest bit he reached out and played with her pussy a bit; lightly slapping her lips before rubbing his fingers along her slit, spreading her lips apart or pinching them together; teasing her almost for his own entertainment. His hand soon shifted around to her hip, then up to her stomach; caressing her body freely as he made Sims give him a sloppy blowjob.

Hissing through his teeth the Commander reached up, groping Hammann's breasts roughly with his left hand – cementing the feel, the shape of them, into his mind. So utterly consumed by his lust was he that he even turned her around just so he could get a good look at her ass too, his cock aching in Sims's mouth as he fucked her throat, his dick desiring more even as he felt another orgasm churn within him.

There was so many choices, too; a million ideas coming to mind. Getting a double blowie from the two sisters, laying them atop one another and alternating between the two, putting it inside one and seeing how long he could last just grinding against her – maybe even just lay one or both down and jerk off to completion, his deepest, wildest desires able to run free. However time was running short; pressure swelling up his cock as he made Sims throat him again and again, his breathing short and tight.

''Hah, f-fuck...!'' Pushing Sims off he grabbed Hammann by the hips, yanking him over and pushing his tip against her entrance-

-and he came. Almost instantly, at that. A strangled gasp made its way out of his throat and he hurried to get his dick inside of her, his pleasure reaching even greater heights as he penetrated Hammann and poured his virile seed into her depths – her vaginal walls clenching around his intruding cock and helping squeeze even more of it out. He bucked his hips and yanked her down, he gasped and he groaned.

Until at last he finished, releasing a staggered moan as he flopped back against the table behind him, Hammann sat on his lap with the same vaguely-annoyed expression she started with. Her vaginal walls clenched and squeezed his dick, the slightest twitch making her smother him tight.

'...I think I'll stay like this for a little bit.' The Commander mused to himself, unashamedly starting to feel up Hammann. 'Always wanted to cop a feel anyway...'

That thought in mind he let his hands run wild – entertaining himself with his newfound toys.

He had all the time in the world, after all.

[END]

A/N: And thus, that's the cafeteria done~

Originally, in Magic Glasses, Washington and North Carolina were present. However I replaced them here with Queen Elizabeth and Warspite for a couple reason; the first being that I just don't really enjoy writing them, weirdly enough. It's strange because on paper both characters have a lot of lewdability, but whenever I sit down to write them in a lewd situation I'm just disinterested. Second reason was that someone brought up QE and Warspite and what their numbers would be, so I thought to include them here~

That aside, I hoped you liked it~