A/N: What's this? The super rare sequel fic? Indeed~

I fondly recall writing Burden of the Strong quite some time ago, so it was nigh impossible to pass up a request for more, especially since Odin is criminally underrated both in design and lewdability. Hopefully, I can convey that lewdness with this fic here~

Do enjoy~

Burden of the Strong: Afterstory

Several months had passed since his tryst, his confession, with Odin.

Several months filled with chaos for the most part. Would-be admirers were heartbroken he'd found someone first, loyal subordinates were overjoyed and just about throwing a celebration that he'd finally found someone, whilst those from the Ironblood were more amused than anything else – that it took one of their most stoic and distant to catch his eye and win his heart.

Still, after they officially started dating – even if Odin pointedly refused to refer to it as such – work continued on, even after both of them got engaged to one another. The Sirens launched attacks and they counterattacks, paperwork piled up high enough for Tashkent to make a castle out of it, sorties went underway with Bismarck lending her guidance where possible – life continued on, for the most part. The only new addition was the presence of Odin at his side, both during the day as his secretary or during the evenings as his beloved, cosying up on the couch together or cradling close in the bed.

Until soon enough he itched for a vacation.

One that he was able to get with suspicious ease – he suspected Bismarck had a hand in that – but he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he accepted the week off without complaint and whisked Odin away with him to a private beach not far from the naval base but just far away enough that they could relax without fear of being spied upon. The beach came with a cosy little beach house flanked by rocks; tucked between them, even, and granting them plenty of privacy.

The Commander appreciated their newfound privacy from his spot on his towel, arms tucked behind his head and an umbrella jammed into the sand next to him, offering him some shade he readily accepted. The wind was strong today, he noted; grains of sand filtering onto his towel as the refreshing sea breeze blew itself over his chest and kept him wonderfully cool despite the spring humidity.

'This is nice.' The Commander mused to himself with a small smile, shifting slightly to get more comfortable, clad in naught but some yellow swimming trunks. 'Wonder if Odin's done yet...'

His answer came in the form of footfalls upon sand, prompting him to crack open his right eye and peer across the golden sand to where a pair of sandals trekked, following them up to a pair of bare, slender shins that widened into soft-looking thighs, and then finally a pair of pale blue striped bikini bottoms, the side-tie knots elegantly done. A flat stomach lured his gaze further up, tracing a slender waist and glancing past the matching pale blue bikini top that held up their wearer's generous chest, the thin straps looping over slim shoulders.

Until finally he met Odin's sole visible blue eye, a touch of pinkness colouring her cheeks as he looked her over.

''...what is it?'' Odin finally inquired, a tad bashful.

''Nothing.'' He chuckled. ''Just admiring you.''

Odin made a soft huff but didn't retort, instead opting to sit down next to him – a pointed elbow making him shuffle over a bit so they could both lay on the towel together. Within moments the slight tension in Odin's shoulders faded and he smiled at that, snaking his right hand down and into her left, holding it. Though she said nothing the small smile on her lips spoke of her delight, as did the head that came to rest against his shoulder.

They spent what must've been easily ten, possibly fifteen minutes just like that – laying together and enjoying the cool sea breeze, no need to worry about things like the war, the paperwork, the people. Here it was just them and them alone in their own little heaven, even if only for a week. Some time away would do them both some good, he felt; though Odin was very much one for battle, he was keen to remind her she was no machine, not in heart anyway. She needed rest even if she didn't want it.

His slightly tumultuous thoughts were, ironically, broken by a distant rumble of thunder. Opening his eyes the Commander stared up at the sky, unsurprised but displeased to find that a storm was rolling in – not unexpected, as the radio forecast had warned of it, but still he'd been hoping for a few more hours of sunshine before it rolled in. Now though the blue skies had begun to dim quite quickly, the heavy rain clouds further off but probably making landfall in about an hour, two at most.

Odin sighed next to him. ''A shame. I was hoping to enjoy our time outdoors for longer.''

The Commander hummed in agreement. ''Should we go back inside?''

''Naturally. I have no desire to be drenched.'' His fiance's dry remark made him chuckle.

Rising to his feet he offered Odin a hand, the shorter woman accepting it without complaint, and together they gathered up their things and trudged across the golden sands back home. It was a cosy sort of place just a couple dozen feet away, wooden weather-worn stairs leading up with a single ninety-degree turn up to the pleasant stone balcony, a pair of glass doors waiting just beyond and allowing him to peer inside at their living arrangements, from the dark oak flooring to the smooth stone-brick walls that gave it all a very rustic feeling.

Leaving their sand-covered towel over the balcony with the umbrella the Commander dipped inside their beach house. The kitchen and living room were connected into one and he made his way to the sink, rinsing his hands of sand first and foremost before opting to get and early start on dinner – it was already late afternoon, just past four judging by the clock, and with it still being spring it got dark fairly quickly, unlike the longer days in summer.

Pulling some vegetables from the fridge and beginning to dice them he listened to the distant howl of the wind as it grew; minutes all it took for the strong breeze to become a fierce howl, preluding the storm that'd come. He wasn't concerned though; with how high the beach house was and the reinforcements naturally done to help it weather storms like this they'd be safe – and if it ever got bad, he could always count on Odin to keep him above water... even if that meant awkwardly carrying him on her back. Embarrassing given he was taller than he, but you did what you had to to survive.

Glancing past the looming thunderclouds the Commander was slightly surprised to find Odin still standing outside, albeit under the cover of the balcony's roof; arms folded and leaning forwards onto the stone. She stared out to sea with distant eyes, and after a moment more of watching he set his knife down, washed his hands and went outside.

''Are you alright?'' The Commander inquired softly.

''Hm?'' Glancing his way Odin held his stare for a moment before shrugging. ''Of course.''

Not convinced the Commander shifted behind her, kissing her shoulder and threading his arms around her stomach. ''We both know that's not true.''

Odin grumbled some choice words that suspiciously sounded like 'loveable fool', and soon sighed. ''I was recalling a conversation with some of my peers. Regarding, specifically, if we could have children.''

The remark coupled with the questioning glance she shot his way made him flush a bit, but after a second he gave it some thought,. ''Well, I've never heard of a Ship-Girl getting pregnant, but then again a lot of you are too busy fighting a war to really settle down with someone, so I doubt there's much data to suggest one way or the other. Why? Thinking about starting a family?''

Odin scowled, though there was no heat to it. ''So what if I gave it some thought?''

''Relax.'' He kissed her shoulder, soothing her. ''If you want that, I'd be happy to try.''

His fiance made a little huff but her lips quirked up at the corners. Twisting in his hold Odin put her back to the wall, elbows on the stone and shoulders back, affixing him with a stare he could only describe as provocative – the narrowing of her eyes, the slight raise of her brows, the questioning tint to her icy blue eyes as if daring him to act upon his claim. An act he obliged, snaking his left hand down to her ass whilst his other caressed her cheek, thumb rubbing just under her eye.

Then without a word spoken further he leaned down, claiming her lips. Odin sighed into the kiss, relaxing somewhat even as she draped her arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into her embrace and drawing the kiss out, every second lasting a little bit longer as they lost themselves in each other, the slow smack of their lips the only noise to leave them as they share one kiss after the next. A slight tilt here, a shifting of hands there, but ultimately remaining where they were.

Until another clap of thunder echoed, drawing the two apart – Odin casting the coming storm a baleful glare.

''Perhaps I should introduce it to Herteitr's Rolling Thunder, show it what a real storm looks like...''

''I do love it when you get petulant.'' The Commander teased lightly.

Odin huffed and looked away, scowling cutely, and with a chuckle of his own the Commander slipped his right hand down into her left and pulled her back inside, out and away from the cold. Not bothering to shut the glass door behind him he whisked Odin through the cosy beach house to the bedroom, a kick of his foot nudging it open and revealing the quaint interior – the basic essentials all present along with a wall-mounted TV and comfortable double bed, the sheets still made from that morning.

Sheets that became a ruffled as he gently pushed her down. Odin's pink cheeks became a darker red, embarrassment plain as day on her face, yet not one protest slipped past her lips before he claimed them – her moan equal parts embarrassed and a touch needy. Humming at that the Commander deepened the kiss, their lips lovingly locked even as his right hand travelled up her ribs and under her bikini top, pushing it up.

A softer sort of groan escaped Odin as he kneaded her breast, his thumb sliding across her tit and flicking her nipple gentle, a gentle touch that left her squirming under him. Pulling back from the kiss he spared a second to savour her cute expression before letting his gaze fall down to her ample bust, groping her left tit. Though it was hard to tell how busty she was with her usual armour on, without it he could appreciate her chest easily; his slow gropes easily coaxing moans out of his fiance.

''Nn... Commander...'' Odin exhaled, nose brushing against his.

With a wry smile he kissed her on the nose and shifted back, his hand leaving her tit and both his palms sliding down her sides instead; fingers tracing twin paths down to her bikini bottoms. A pinch and tug was all that was needed to loosen the knots and he removed her pale blue bikini bottoms easily, tossing them aside and wasting little time burying his face between her legs – a flick of his tongue making her gasp, then a stroke up her sex earning him a wobbly moan.

Leaning against the bed more than he was sitting on it the Commander unashamedly dragged his tongue up her pussy, a chain of slow licks evolving into a string of quicker flicks with the tip against her clit, wetting it with his saliva. His tongue-tip soon traced a circle around the little bud, coaxing all manner of bashful noises from his fiance and just fuelling his lust to new heights – quick gropes of her thighs making her shudder and tempting him to utterly bury his face in her crotch, tasting her nectar as he turned her on.

''N-Nn... ahh...'' The Battlecruiser didn't quite whimper, but the laboured sort of moan she made cranked his horniness up to an eleven.

Sliding his right hand along her inner-thigh he teased her entrance, fingertips tickling and probing before sinking into her wet heat – his twin digits pushing in and twisting about. Her insides clamped down on his digits but he didn't stop his ministrations; his tongue tenderly stroking her clit while his fingers scissored about inside of her, making Odin suck in a sharp breath and release it as a laboured moan mere moments later.

Then he pulled back, fingers slipping out of her honeyed sex and his tongue abandoning her clit. Odin shuddered at the sudden absence of pleasure and shot him a cute frown, brows pinched and lips pursed, but with an amused smile he just nudged her thigh. Taking the hint Odin shuffled further onto the bed, heat colouring her cheeks as she laid her head down on the pillows. The Commander laid atop her, one hand propping him up while the other cupped her cheek, pulling his beloved into a slow, intimate kiss.

Only when their lungs began to burn did they break off the kiss, both panting a little – Odin more than him – before he glanced down her near-naked front. Odin squirmed slightly, almost demure if it wasn't for the bashful grumble to hurry up, and with a chuckle of his own the Commander obliged.

''Mm- hn~''

Odin's tight, pleasure-filled groan sent shudders rolling through the Commander – as did the wet tightness that enveloped his cock as he slid inside of her. He sucked in a breath and held it in his chest, groaning it out steadily as he eased himself into his fiance bit by bit until he was buried up to the hilt within her, laid between her legs and his body nearly atop hers. Something that made it particularly easy to lean down and kiss her, muffling the Battlecruiser's moan.

They drew the kiss out for just a few seconds before the Commander pulled back, resting himself on his elbows, and with a grunt he started to move. His thrusts were slow, patient even, just savouring the pleasure of being so intimately connected – her wet pussy clinging to his cock and practically sucking him inside of her, the enthralling grip steadily hastening his thrusts as he surrendered more and more to his lust.

Until soon he was up on his hands and bucking his hips forth, plunging himself inside of Odin. The Battlecruiser cried out in delight, throwing her head to the left and then the right, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as he stuffed himself between her glistening petals – wet enough that any discomfort was vastly outshone by the pleasure. A pleasure he himself shared, groaning tightly under his breath as he worked his hips; burying himself within her harder and harder, like jamming it in even faster would satiate his ever-mounting lust.

''Mn...'' Grunting he kissed her forehead. ''Want me to cum inside today?''

''Yes.'' Odin exhaled back. ''Grant me, hn, a child... to call our own...!''

The Commander shivered. ''You have no idea how turned-on hearing that makes me.''

Odin just shot him a breathless half-smirk before another wave of pleasure made her throw her head aside, a laboured moan falling past her limp lips. Cupping her cheek he quickly guided her into a more proper kiss, his lips firmly mashing against her own and allowing his hand to fall down to her breast, shoving her bikini top up properly and kneading her delightfully plump breast, his thumb sliding over the pale pink nipple repeatedly.

The need to breathe forced them apart with a gasp but the moment he could the Commander was kissing her again, their moaned shared between their lips as he jammed his dick inside of her. Her insides coiled tight, seizing around his shaft so blissfully it made thinking hard, yet in turn it just made him plunge his cock into her sopping hole so much faster, pushing his hips to their limits in his quest to utterly rail Odin raw, their bodies pressing together as he railed her.

Fiery need sparked up his dick. ''Crap, almost there...!''

Odin wrapped her legs around his waist in response. The fiery need spiked and the Commander hissed through gritted teeth, slamming his cock into her tightening, slippery tunnel, heat churning up his tip-

-and then he came, erupting inside of Odin with a gasp and making her cry out with him. Her tightening loins milked him of his seed, his tip kissing her cervix and delivering gush after gush of thick, pent-up load right into her womb – the first time he'd given her a creampie in weeks. The heavenly sensation only fuelled his orgasm, shudders spasming up his back and his lungs refusing to take air, his dick almost numb from the pleasure.

Then all at once his orgasm ended, and with a softer groan the Commander rocked his hips back. Odin's limp legs didn't stop him and he pulled out, the tip springing from her ploughed pussy and letting him watch a steady stream of white leak from her entrance – his dick throbbing mightily at the sight.

''Hah... ahh...'' Odin's chest heaved attractively as she panted. ''Commander... let us not... end yet.''

It took the Battlecruiser's words a few moments to really register in his mind – and the moment they did the Commander felt a jolt of renewed excitement course through him. Even with how sensitive he was, with how winded he was, the idea of going another round with his fiance was enough to compel him into action; his hands settling on her hips and turning her over onto her front. Groaning in assent Odin got up on all fours and stuck her ass back towards him, practically pressing her rear into his crotch and tempting him to grab his dick, line himself up with her glistening opening.

And then they were one once more. The Commander dug his fingers into her hips and started to thrust right off the bat, groans bubbling up his throat as he pumped into her quivering tunnel and felt her loins clamp tightly around him, like an unyielding grip that refused to let go. A prospect made redundant with how wet she was, both with her honey and his own load, causing his dick to easily slide in-and-out of her vice without issue.

''Haagh...'' Half-groaning half-sighing the Commander let his head loll back, staring up at the ceiling as he drove himself into Odin.

Lust, though, compelled him to look back down,. The sight of himself clapping her bare ass cheeks was a delicious one, as was her bare back, her bikini top having been removed when he wasn't looking and now laying flat on the bed under her. The thought instantly coaxed his hands from her hips around to her breasts, groping her hanging pendulums and squeezing a moan from his fiance, feeling her soft chest squish slightly beneath his fingers as he fondled her.

Odin was far from submissive though. Gripping the bed sheets the Battlecruiser shoved herself back onto his dick, her tight pussy smothering his throbbing cock and sending jolts down it – the risk of busting his load too early a real one. Eager to avoid that the Commander held back the dam as best he could; a challenge made moreso when he was currently going balls-deep in a beauty like Odin, her ass clapping against his groin as he fucked her roughly.

''Mn! Yes...!'' Odin bowed her head, hissing. ''Harder. Harder, I say!''

The Commander grunted an agreement and became a bit more forceful, his hands still kneading her tits affectionately even as his hips thundered forth, clapping her ass cheeks and knocking moans out of Odin's lungs, her eyes screwed shut. The harsh smack of skin-on-skin filled the beach house completely, nobody else but them around to hear it and encouraging the Commander to go to town on Odin as he pleased, utterly railing his fiance like a beast in heat.

Releasing her breasts he shifted his hands up to her shoulders then, a brief squeeze the only warning before he pushed her upper-body down against the bed – her tits squishing into the empty cups of her bikini top. Odin let out a breathy moan but the Commander didn't stop nor slow, his hips thundering forth and jamming his dick into her sopping tunnel, the ensnaring grip of her womanhood driving him wild and leaving his mind empty of all thoughts beyond breeding her.

''Hn! M-Mn~!'' Odin clutched at the sheets, moaning into them. ''Ja! Ja!''

Pleasure soared up his cock, the tingly, fiery need impossible to endure – and then he peaked, slamming inside and emptying his balls inside of her. Odin bit into the pillow to quell her carnal cry, the sound trickling past her lips anyway as she jerked and twitched under him, her insides seizing and spasming as he came inside of her again, doing his damnedest to impregnate her.

Sucking in a deep breath the Commander let it out in a ragged exhale, pulling out. He expected Odin to flop down onto the bed but she remarkably still had enough stamina in her to roll onto her side, panting heavily and with white hair clinging to her forehead, but a glint of lust remained in those icy blue eyes of hers. A glint that soon lured the Commander in for a kiss, one shared with a muffled hum to top it off.

A hum that spiked into a grunt as Odin suddenly pushed him down and straddled him. Breaking the kiss off Odin leaned back upright, the slightest curl to her lips as she reached down and caressed his cock – semi-erect but quickly becoming rock-hard under her rough tugs. No words were said but the hunger for more was blatantly apparent in her eyes and he was all for it, holding onto her thighs as he raised herself up, pushed the tip along her syrupy folds-

And then as one they moaned as she impaled herself on his cock. She took him all the way to the hilt, groaning past gritted teeth as she rolled her hips back-and-forth, stirring him around her pussy before starting to bounce on him, the fleshy smack of their loins connecting sending pleasant chills through him. His hands roamed over her thighs and massaged them before shifting further up to her chest, cupping her beautiful breasts and fondling them at his leisure.

''Awfully focused on my chest today, Commander.''

Smirking slightly the Commander responded by sitting upright, one arm snaring around her lower back whilst his other lifted her left tit, letting him take her nipple into his mouth. Odin gasped and a pretty blush coloured her cheeks, no protests escaping as he sucked on her tit and rolled her nipple between his teeth. Only when he popped his lips off of her breast did Odin go back to bouncing on him once more, her groan hardly stalled by the light kiss he gave her.

Reclining on his left hand he kept his right on her ass, helping lift her up his shaft before Odin impaled herself on it once more, the wet hotness of her depths sapping the air from his lungs. Their lips collided in another messy kiss barely a breath later, her ample bust squishing against his collarbone as she grinded herself down on his dick – stirring him around her searing vice and sapping any and all logic from his mind,

''Mn!'' Odin broke off the kiss first and tipped her head back, moaning as she went back to bouncing on his cock. ''Lay back, Commander...''

With one last kiss to her lips the Commander obliged, reclining back against the pillows. Odin leaned over him and rested her hands on his shoulders, her moans reaching a husky depth as she jammed herself down onto his cock with renewed vigour – the wet, squelchy union ringing out and making every penetration so much more erotic. With both of his hands free he helped yank her down onto his shaft, bucking his own hips as desperate lust surged up his shaft, his tip kissing her innermost parts as they became one over and over again.

Odin tried her best to hold back her moans but the lewd noises tumbled out all the same, her fingers trembling as her nails dug into his shoulders, pushing past the fatigue aching at her body and working her hips relentlessly, chasing her nearing high. A high the Commander shared, his tight grunts and husky groans joining hers as he neared his limit, pleasure pulsating up his cock – until for the third time that day, he came.

Odin's arms gave out, a short cry-turned-gasp fleeing her lips as she flopped down atop him, his arms wrapping around her and holding her close as they came together. Slick tightness strangled his dick and milked him for his load, every throb of his cock delivering another helping of seed into her womb, the thought coaxing a dazed moan from the white-haired Battlecruiser.

''Ah... yes...'' She breathed, pushing her face into the crook of his neck. ''Pour it all... within me...''

The Commander responded with a kiss to her neck, rubbing the small of her back as he came down from cloud nine, his softening cock eventually slipping out of Odin.

His fiance just hummed at that and cuddled into him, dinner, for the moment, forgotten. It wasn't going anywhere, after all.

Four months later the pair would be married.

And five months after that, Odin gave birth to twin boys – Thor and Baldr, giving them names as infamous as her own.

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