Ever since getting transported to a strange new world, Rikka had found an anchor in the Commander.
His kindness had gone above and beyond what she'd expect from an authority figure, particularly a military one; when he offered to talk to her, he would genuinely listen, he would try and understand. It was easy to see why his shipgirl compatriots respected and were so enamored by him. It wouldn't take long for Rikka to be enamored by him too.
Everyone in home port was (mostly) kind and helpful in orienting her and the others cast adrift between worlds. She'd made plenty of new friends, and even gotten closer with Akane. But as much as she valued and cherished those new bonds, she couldn't help but be drawn to the Commander in a very…poignant way; Rikka had a bit of a crush. The fact that he was the only man on the entire island perhaps had a factor in her growing affection, but whatever the reasoning, Rikka was drawn to him she'd never felt before towards a boy.
Or in this case, a man. A very handsome one, at that.
He had to have been at least a decade or so older than her but that only added to the trouble. That stubbled jawline, his charming smile, the hard body that hid beneath that regal navy uniform, that air of manly maturity just added more fuel to her growing fire. Thoughts of him followed her into her lonely nights. Her fingers started to replace what she began to yearn from him.
Try as she might to be a little subtle about her attraction, his office became a haunt for her. It didn't help that he always kept asking for her coffee. She never thought her coffee was anything special; all she did was use a French Press in the way her mom did. But she didn't question the Commander's taste, not when it gave her an excuse to visit him almost every day. Soon enough it became apparent that he was using it as an excuse too. She was in denial about it for the first day of noticing it, but there was no denying the way he looked at her, how he barely touched the coffee he supposedly loved so much when she'd hang around his office a bit longer to chat.
Today, his coffee sat on his office table, untouched and cold.
"Mmn…"
Rikka clutched at the Commander's shirt, mewling into his lips. His kisses felt better than she ever could have imagined.
This was all happening so fast.
Only a minute ago, impulse had driven Rikka to close the distance between their lips. They'd shared a single look before the Commander rushed up to meet her again. And again. And again. Now, after stumbling about with his hands holding her cheeks, Rikka was making out with him in front of his desk.
The Commander let out a groan. He was hard as a rock.
After the encounter with Akane a few days ago, the Commander began to…notice. Her claim that all the women from the Gridman Universe were attracted to him seemed ridiculous, just some tease to mess with his secret lecherous thoughts. He was keen to dismiss them, but he if he was anything, he was a keen judge of character and possessed a skilled eye in reading people. To his dismay, this supposed…contagion of desire was reflected clear as day in all of Home Port's otherworldly visitors.
Rikka, the girl who visited him the most, was the first he'd noticed it in.
Unfortunately for him, she was also the one he was most attracted to.
The moment he acknowledged in his head that their desire was mutual, he knew it was too late. And now here he was, kissing her hard in his office in the middle of his afternoon, neglecting his duties.
Their noses brisked against one another as he shifted his head, deepening the kiss. Her lips were as plump as Akane's, and though she kissed with minimal experience, the hot sparks of want flying between them was more than enough to make up for it. Rikka's hands began to wander, sliding down his chest to feel his hard abs through his shirt. It gave permission for the Commander to do the same, feeling up Rikka's sides, daring to grab one of her breasts. At the same time, the Commander's hard cock twitched through his trousers, flush against Rikka's belly.
Rikka squeaked at that. She broke the kiss.
She breathed hard, inhales shallow. Her heart was pounding. Their faces parted and Rikka leaned back into his desk. The Commander slipped his hand away from her chest, placing both of them at her waist. She looked up at the Commander, her own hands curling in on the cotton of his shirt. The gravity of the situation settled in around her, and she had just a moment of clarity. She was about to…do this with the Commander.
He could sense that trepidation in her wide blue eyes.
"Rikka…are you sure about this?"
Rikka chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes hooded with contemplation. She broke their eyelock, looking down. She caught the bulge in his uniform trousers. Without thinking one of her hands fell and touched it. The Commander's turn to let out a noise. She looked up at him again, giving his clothed erection another touch. She felt it twitch again. Inside her, Rikka felt the heat in her loins flare up. She knew her answer.
Rikka didn't answer the Commander as she took her hand off him, not with words. Not yet.
She flushed, her eyes remaining on his. She pushed his hands off her body.
The Commander watched as Rikka began to unbutton her cardigan. He watched as she slipped off the sweater and let it fall to the floor. He watched her thighs rub against one another beneath her pleated skirt. He watched as she loosened the red bow of her high school uniform and began to unbutton her shirt. He watched her hands tremble as they slipped the last button through its respective hole, the gap between the two halves of white fabric revealing her creamy skin and the sky blue bra cupping her modest chest. He watched as her hands went to her skirt, the supple thighs beneath rubbing against one another in nervous anticipation. He watched the skirt fall past her legs, dropping down to cover her brown loafers before she stepped out of it.
The Commander's eyes returned to Rikka's face.
He watched as she looked up at him with her mesmerizing eyes glistening with teary nervousness, her bottom lip quivering and looking empty. Then, after what seemed like a dreamlike eternity, she answered his question.
"Yes, Commander…I'm…I'm sure."
Rikka could hardly stand to look at him, but the moment she broke the eyelock out of sheer embarrassment, the Commander's face crashed into hers.
He kissed her harder than ever before, overwhelming Rikka with his lust. His hands went to his own shirt, ripping it open, reckless and uncaring before shoving down his trousers and his boxers in one go. Perhaps Akane was right: maybe indulging in this was the best way to get rid of it.
Rikka moaned, kissing him back as best as she could. Her hands dug into the back of his head as they made out, hungry and desperate. She felt his tongue shove past her lips, and she met it with her own. She heard their wild kisses, all moist and breathy, smacks of air so satisfying and heady she felt dizzy. His hands were in ten places at once. She loved feeling their calloused fingers and the heat of their palms grope at her chest, run down her sides, grip fistfuls of her juicy ass. In the midst of all this, Rikka's eyes shot open when she felt something hot and meaty and very, very big poke at her belly.
They parted from their kissing when the Commander rolled his hips into her, smearing precum into Rikka's exposed bellybutton.
For the first time, Rikka saw the Commander naked. Her jaw hung open as she took him in. His solid pecs, his defined abs, all wrapped in that tanned skin she'd only caught when she saw him doing his daily morning run. Her eyes went down to see what was poking into her belly. Her mouth went dry. She'd messed around a bit with boys but never seen a penis this big. It curved up, and if Rikka were to step forward and press their bodies more flush together she knew it'd stretch several inches past her bellybutton. To think that's how far it'd be inside of her…
Her hands began to stroke it without thinking. Every inch of it felt so hot against her fingers, every inch she stroked earning a hot pulse. She rubbed her thighs together again, feeling herself grow wet.
She felt the Commander's fingers tilt her head up towards him. Once again, they kissed.
Every moment built upon the last, the desire between them reaching a boiling point. The Commander could hardly stand his need. Within a few minutes, their kissing had devolved into their lips forming a seal around each other, tongues swirling in a hot knot as their breaths huffed out of their noses. Spit ran between their chins onto Rikka's chest. In the next minute, the Commander had her around, the front of her legs pressed into the edge of his desk. Rikka's hand was clasped onto his neck, her body arched against his. Moans fell from her lips now, her entire body abuzz with heat. Her eyes were trained in front of her, unable to look away at what was happening.
The Commander had begun to fuck her thighs.
"Your body is too sexy, Rikka…!" the Commander groaned out, feeling his balls twitch. Her warm skin enveloped him as he thrust in and out of that fold between her thick thighs. Even compared to Akane's voluptuous figure, Rikka's thighs were something out of a wet dream. "I…ngh! -I'm going to lose control…"
His words set a fire inside of her. To think such a composed and responsible adult could say that about her, it made her go wild. Rikka pulled at his neck, looking over her shoulder. Her tongue poked out of her mouth as she smashed her mouth against his.
They lost themselves in each other in the next several minutes. The Commander's hands ran up and down Rikka's exposed body, shoving up her bra and grabbing onto her modest chest. He rubbed her nipples against his palms, pinching at them until she was squealing. Rikka loved it all, loving how his hands made her feel so small yet so safe and hot in his grip. She squealed one one of them shoved itself into her panties and began to finger her. She had to rip herself off his mouth, gulping in air as her eyelids fluttered.
"Y-Yes, Commander…! It feels…so good!"
Seeing the usually-aloof girl beginning to fall so deep into lust drove the Commander wild.
His fingers pumped into her faster. She was soaked. His hips followed their lead, each thrust faster and harder than the lust. Rikka's entire world seemed to rock into this madness. She felt the tension she'd been feeling inside her fall away with every second, every minute. The entire room was filled with the sound of their skin ringing out as the pace reached its peak, the Commander's entire desk shaking as he kept fucking Rikka's thighs with all he had while she came undone around his fingers.
Rikka came. It was so sudden and so overwhelming that she couldn't even scream. Her body arched with both her hands shooting up to the stranger's neck, nails digging into her skin. The Commander took his hand out of her cunt, rubbing at her clit while she rode out her climax. Rikka choked on air, her body seizing up as she had an orgasm that had her knees quaking. The Commander groaned, feeling her creaming all over his fingers, all hot and sticky. He took his hands out of her panties as he wrapped both of his strong arms around Rikka's frame, holding her trembling body flush against his.
The Commander buried his head into Rikka's hair, moaning out as he felt his own climax grow near. His cock flew between her sandwiching thighs as he raced towards his end.
"R-Rikka…!"
A slam of his hips followed his choked groan. Then, he came, thick white jets of semen bursting out of his cock.
Rikka, watched with wide eyes, breathless. His cock's tip kept pulsing and pulsing as his orgasm continued. She felt the pulsing swell out between her thighs, and a part of her told her to rub tighter. It pushed his cock closer to her panty-clad cunt, and she felt the vestiges of her orgasm tease her loins again, coaxing her to need for more. If she was mesmerized before while the Commander was thrusting between her thighs, she was downright hypnotized now. She watched as the hot ropes of his semen streaked across his desk. She never knew a man's climax could be so strong, some of his cumshots shooting past his desk entirely. By the time it was all done, and she felt the Commander's body and the arms around her go lax, his desk had his cum in sticky lines staining his paperwork, pooling on manila folders. Rikka saw that one shot had landed onto his cup of coffee, a wad of nut hanging on the cup's rim, a glob of it floating on the surface.
The Commander was still hard.
That simple fact ensured Rikka's desire stayed as intense as it was before. If anything, Rikka felt it more than before, having the Commander's cock sliding so close to her snatch making her folds ache for him. She felt him sweep aside her hair in a gentle brush of his hand, all of it running down over a shoulder. Rikka sighed as kisses began to grace the back of her neck. The Commander breathed in her scent, letting them both have a little break. His hands gave gentle little rubs against her hips, his cock still erect and wedged in between her thighs.
He felt one of her hands reach behind her and push against him. The Commander obeyed, stepping back, slipping his cock out from between her legs. Rikka looked over her shoulder, a single eye peering over at him. Just a single eye was enough to let him know that she was still burning with that desire, and that was enough to make his cock throb. Then, his eyes followed Rikka's hands as both of them hooked into the sides of her panties, and pulled. The Commander's mouth fell open as she pulled them down over the swell of her supple rear, pulling until they rolled down mid-thigh.
Rikka left them there. She looked over her shoulder again before she took a step back from the desk and bent herself over at the hip, pushing out her thick ass. She supported herself on the desk with her forearm as she reached behind to grab onto an asscheek. Shame and embarrassment were forgotten concepts to her as she peeled it to the side, the fleshy curtain revealing her bare pussy. The Commander swore he forgot how to breathe. Rikka's pink folds were glistening for him. He saw a string of her arousal leak out of her between her legs.
"Please, Commander," Rikka said in a voice he'd never heard from her before. "I want to feel you."
In the next breath, the Commander had closed the distance between them. He was seeing red. He grabbed onto Rikka's lower cheeks, palmfuls not enough to contain her suppleness, her creamy skin spilling between his fingers. He couldn't wait any longer. Grabbing his cock by its base, the Commander aimed for Rikka's cunt. They hissed when his tip kissed its moist warmth, and they yelped when he pushed it inside.
Another push and the Commander slipped in a few more inches. Rikka whimpered. As she thought, he was stretching her out more than she'd ever been before.
He gave her ample time to get used to him. He gauged how she felt by how her inner folds twitched around him, how her body would tremble. He ran a reassuring hand up to her lower back, pushing past the school uniform shirt still clinging to her shoulders. He didn't push forward yet, pulling back to his tip before pushing in again. The Commander repeated the process, making inroads with every push. It took all of his restraint not to just shove himself in one go.
Thankfully, Rikka was wet as she was tight, and before long more than half of him was inside of her. The Commander didn't push further than that; his patience had worn thin. With ample room to maneuver, the Commander began to fuck her.
"Ahn! Ahn! Ahn!"
Rikka moaned out with every thrust of his hips. It hurt, but the pain seemed to melt with every cycle. She was grateful that he had the consideration to take his time and stretch her out, but it was more than apparent that he didn't have the restraint for that anymore. Just as well, because it wouldn't take long until Rikka was moaning louder and louder, the pleasure completely overtaking the initial pain of having someone so big splitting her walls apart. She needed more of him.
Without words, Rikka let the Commander know, surprising him as she began to throw it back, shoving her ass into his crotch.
The sight of that put a grin on the Commander lips. Emboldened, he tightened his hold around Rikka's wide waist and sped up the pace. Even with his cock not completely inside her, Rikka's siphoning heat was enough to draw out deep groans out of him. He began to grow more and more addicted to how she moaned, how her body was so needy for him as it sucked him in, gripping him for all he was worth.
As the minutes began to fly by, the Commander gained a few more inches inside her. His hands were running up and down her body as the sex found a steady rhythm. It wasn't a surprise that Rikka wasn't the vocal type during sex, so the sparse pleads that she said had a lot of mileage.
"I-It feels good, Commander…! You're ahnn! -r-really big but it feels good…!"
The Commander groaned out at that, feeling the swell of heat in his loins surge. He clamped down on it, holding it back. He couldn't cum yet, just a little more time.
He held on, thrusting into Rikka at his steady pace, the heat and slickness almost like torture. Rikka could hardly catch her breath. Her pussy pulsated around his fat manmeat. She was going to cum. She felt it, the tide inside her beginning to swell into bigger and bigger waves. She never knew anything could feel this good. She felt so full and whole with the Commander inside her, driving into her, again and again. When his hands found her tits again, pinching at her erect nipples, Rikka couldn't stop the noises ripped out of her throat.
"C-COMMANDER…! I-I'M GOING TO- AAAHHNNCCGHH!"
Rikka came undone, her head falling forward until her forehead kissed the Commander's desk. Her body shook, every wave of heat that crashed inside of her making her choke out for air. Her inner heat closed in on itself, pulsing hot around the Commander's shaft. He clenched his teeth, slowing his thrusts. But despite the undulating pressure, he felt how much wetter Rikka was as she came; the coil of her tight teen cunt sucked him inside her deeper.
One hard thrust, and his pelvis finally met her ass.
They shared a breathless gasp. Every single inch of his cock was finally buried inside her to the hilt.
Rikka felt the tremors of her orgasm begin to taper off, but her pussy kept gripping his pulsating shaft. He was so deep and just having him inside her like this was driving her libido to renewed heights.
The Commander didn't wait a second longer before he started to fuck Rikka for real.
"…?!"
Rikka let out a choked noise after the first loud clap of her ass. She made more of them after the second and the third and the fourth as the Commander drove his hips into her at a merciless pace, plowing into her cunt with reckless abandon. The Commander grunted through his teeth, his vision blinking out with every snap of his hips. He went into her hard, but not as fast as he could, savoring every scintillating inch. He reached out and grabbed her shoulder, pushing her down, making sure she stayed arched for him. The metronome of his steady and drawn-out hips made Rikka melt. She was close to another climax after only a few minutes of him going tip to base, tip to base, in and out, in and out, feeling every solitary inch of him prying her apart.
She squirted, her eyes rolling up into her eyelids. Her head rolled forward, her shoulders following, but the Commander wouldn't let her; both his hands now shot up to her shoulders, holding her aloft. He felt her gripping heat clench and clench as her orgasm continued. But this time, he didn't stop. Instead, the Commander began to fuck her even harder, pulling Rikka into his thrusts.
Rikka's felt like she was coming apart at the seams. Her nerves were torn asunder with the sensations that threatened to drown her. The Commander's pace nearly tripled from before. He didn't bother pulling out more than halfway before he plunged himself inside her again. Every time he sheathed his cock inside her, his balls swung up between them, smacking into Rikka's engorged clit. Strings of her squirt made a mess of her inner thighs, spilling out with every shove of his cock, the panties still banded around her thick thighs stained with each passing second.
Rikka didn't know if she was cumming anymore or if the maddening sex just felt that good. She was completely at his mercy, her mind coming undone. The Commander's hips were flying now, becoming a dynamo, a blur powered by carnal lust. Both his hands were clamped around Rikka's waist now, gripping white-knuckle. Nothing else mattered except fucking this girl raw.
The whole room became inundated with the fleshy slaps of their skin, loud enough to hide even Rikka's desperate wails. The Commander was feral. He only felt this once before, during the many hours Akane had made him go through, unlocking that Aspect of Desire she had told him about. He channeled it into his bucking hips. The force of the coupling continued making a further mess of the Commander's desk. It tipped more and more with every forwards push, and at one point, the neglected cum-stained coffee she'd poured for him was knocked off. The mug smashed into the floor.
Neither Rikka nor the Commander heard, nor cared.
"R-Rikka…! I'm close, I'm going to-…!"
The Commander sucked in a breath, grinding his teeth into dust. Without his hands to hold her up anymore, Rikka was slumped over his desk, her cheek against it, her lustrous black hair a mess that spilled over her forearms. She wanted to tell him to cum, wanted to tell him to fill her up, but in her state all she could do was clench her inner walls with all she had. She let out a hoarse squeal, drool pooling in front of her out of the corner of her mouth.
The Commander could barely hear anything as his climax drew near. He took one last look at Rikka below him, processing it all in a surreal state of slow-motion, of hyper-sensory overload as his balls tightened: his eyes drank in the sight of his hips sending ripples through her thick ass, the way her hair spilled in a mess of ebony rivulets, the way the sweat rolled down the spine of her creamy back. To think that this was the aloof-but-kind student he'd consoled for all these weeks, who'd pour him coffee during all the constant stress and burning of midnight oil…and now look at her.
As that thought crossed his mind, Rikka craned her head to look at the Commander over her shoulder. A wild look blazed in her hazy blue eyes. Then, the Commander saw her tongue, limp and hanging from her bottom lip.
The sight of that on top of everything else was just too much.
The Commander gave a furious series of thrusts that were so hard Rikka swore he was punching the bottom of her lungs. The entire desk scraped against the floor. His face turned red as his vision began to black out with spots. In the very last moment, he slid himself out of her cunt with a loud slurp. Rikka's knees knocked into each other at the sensation of her hollowed-out cunny gaping and empty in such a sudden move. Then, with shuddering moans spilling out of his throat, the Commander wrapped his fist around his engorged shaft and stroked himself like his life depended on it.
"G-GRRNCH! RIKKA!"
He came so hard that the spots overtook everything else in his vision, his hearing turning into a dull ring. He let his head fall back completely. A salvo of hot nut splattered all over Rikka's fat ass, its sticky wads sticking to her cheeks, splotching up in thicker dollops and slowly dribbling down to her legs. Every stroke was enough to steal the stranger's breath away as he kept going, knees locked. Rikka mewled as it continued. She felt a flash of disappointment that it wasn't inside her, but feeling the heat, the stickiness of it all was enough to make that disappointment turn to vapor almost immediately. More and more cum kept splurting onto Rikka's naked skin. Near the end of it, the Commander pushed himself against Rikka's rump, running the bottom of his throbbing cock against the groove of her asscrack. He watched as his throbbing meat made a mess of Rikka's back, some stray shots even landing on the back of her head.
When it was all over, the whole room was silent asides from their harsh panting.
The Commander let go of Rikka's skin. He opened his eyes, feeling a little shaken from how intense the climax had been. He appraised his work: Rikka's ass covered in overlapping globules of semen, spilling down to the back of her legs, rivulets forming and running down over the back of her knees to soak into her red socks; Rikka's back wasn't any better, his fresh nut forming thick lines across her spine and staining her uniform shirt, pooling in the dip of her lower back.
He swallowed. Just after his second climax for the day, the Commander was harder than ever.
Rikka stirred, blinking her eyes open. After such an intense coupling, she was surprised at how she could still remain standing, even if she was slumped over on his desk. She winced. She felt the sting left behind by how hard he had plowed into her needy cunt, by his hands squeezing and slapping into her ass. But more than that, she felt…empty. Her inner folds couldn't seem to fully remember what they felt like without the Commander's manmeat spearing them apart. One of her hands reached down below to her sodden cunt. She'd never felt her folds so puffy before, so swollen. She bit her lip at how they pulsated. How they ached.
She wanted more.
Rikka wobbled to her feet, standing up straight. The stranger offered a helping hand, but Rikka silently refused it. Instead, she looked up at him with a warm smile. She reached up and tucked some hair behind her ear.
"Wow…been wanting to do that for a while, huh?" Rikka said, her smile turning into a teasing smirk.
The Commander flushed, scratching the back of his head.
"W-Well I uh…" he looked up at Rikka's face, at her eyes. She'd never looked at him this way before. Something about it made him return the smirk. "…you have too, haven't you?"
"…maybe."
That was when he noticed that her eyes were still swirling dark with want. With desire.
In the next breath, Rikka chewed on her lip and reached for her shirt. She grabbed both sides of it, slipping it off her shoulders to the floor. Her bra followed. Then, one of her legs lifted off the ground so she could slip it through her panties. She didn't bother taking it off completely, leaving it clinging to her left thigh like how her school uniform's bow remained around her neck.
Rikka's eyes flitted down to the Commander's cock. She pointed.
"And it looks like you have um…some other things you've been wanting to do for a while?"
The Commander chuckled.
"Maybe."
Within the next few seconds, they wrapped their arms around each other, their mouths locked in a flurry of intense kissing. More spit spilled and swapped between their tongues, more moans and groans traded down their throats. Rikka grinded herself against him as best she could, sandwiching his cock between his abs and her soft skin. It felt like they hadn't let off any steam at all, as if they were just getting started. Her need for more grew with every tongue-filled kiss, every grope of the Commander's hands against her sticky skin.
Within the next few minutes, Rikka was on the couch, getting her brains fucked out.
"AHN! H-HARDER, COMMANDER! PLEASE, DON'T STOP!"
Rikka's legs were spread wide open, one of her loafers still hanging onto one foot. She had her arms above her head as she hung onto the top of the couch's cushion for dear life. The Commander slammed into her in vicious drives of his hips. He had his hands planted onto her thighs, making sure she kept her legs open for him, feeling her plush skin overflow between the tight clamp of his fingers. In and in and in, his cock battered into her innermost depths. The sofa groaned in effort, drowned out by the resonating slapping of his skin against hers. He felt her cumming, and he watched her eyes roll into the back of their sockets, her mouth agape in the middle of a silent scream.
He didn't grant her any respite. On the contrary, the Commander ramped up the pace. The hands on Rikka's thighs shifted under them. He lifted her off the couch, the angle making it easier to stuff her full of his cock. Rikka screamed. Her orgasm chained into another, her squirt jetting up into the air, spraying into the Commander's chest. He roared, throwing all of his weight into his bucking hips, his grip on Rikka's legs pulling her to meet him. Every impact rippled through her plump curves, her breasts bouncing back and forth like the ribbon still dangling around her neck.
Still raw and oversensitive, the Commander couldn't stem the tide. He braced himself, locking his knees, toes digging into the carpet. The Commander switched his grip to her waist and fucked her so hard her hands lost their hold on the cushions. Rikka's world was a violent blur now, her limp body dragged up and down on his shaft as the Commander's cocksleeve, her arms lolling about on the couch with her head. She felt his cock flaring up inside her, telltale throbs signaling to her what was coming.
With the last of her strength, Rikka brought her legs to wrap around the Commander's waist. The shoe that dangled off her foot clattered to the floor as her ankles locked, pulling him into her, ensuring he couldn't leave. The Commander looked at Rikka with a desperate expression, both of them knowing he was-
"R-Rikka I'm about t-"
"Inside!" Rikka said in a plead, her words barely making it through the desperate heaves and drawn-out squeals torn from her throat. "P-Please, Commander I- AHHHN! I-I NEED IT INSIDE…!"
The Commander roared, planting himself balls-deep. He fell upon her, his weight pinning her down on the couch. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved his tongue past Rikka's lips as he came inside her.
Their worlds careened into pure sensory overload. Rikka wrapped her arms around him, their kiss devolving into just their mouths clamped together, their tongues limp. The Commander's fertile spunk burst inside of her, shooting into the back wall of Rikka's womb. The sensation of the creampie made Rikka mewl into the Commander's mouth, her hips rising to meet him, her slick heat milking him of every drop. It felt right this way, to have all this cum blast deep inside of her, filling her up. The Commander grunted like a beast as the seconds stretched into tiny infinities. Every shot of his cum deadened his nerves. He felt it begin to eke out as his climax continued, sticky white dribbling out and pooling onto his couch.
When his climax finally tapered out, the Commander pulled out of her, rolling over onto his back beside her on the couch. His naked skin relished the feeling of the office's air conditioning wrapping around his body. His muscles went lax, soreness from the intense sex melting out of him. He closed his eyes, his forearm across his forehead, his head tilted towards the ceiling.
The feeling of something sticky and hot in his lap stirred him. His eyes opened, and he met the sight of Rikka straddling him, her knees digging into the couch on either side of him. She was grinding on his half-erect cock, leaking her arousal and the creampie he'd planted all over his crotch. The Commander already felt himself growing to full mast.
Rikka's hands were on the Commander's shoulders. He got a good look at her this time, taking in the sight of her all flushed and disheveled, her hair sticking to her skin, her body glistening with sweat. She gave him a smile before leaning forward and sharing a warm kiss. Her hips didn't stop moving.
She parted from his lips.
"Didn't expect the mighty Commander to pass out like that," Rikka said with a giggle. "You sure you can…keep going?"
The Commander grinned, his hands finding her waist, guiding her as she raised herself up above him. His engorged tip began to rub against her entrance.
"I think I can handle it-" the Commander gave her a downward push, sliding into her with ease. They shared a hiss as Rikka sat herself down the rest of the way until her ass kissed his scrotum. He gave a loving slide of his hands across her smooth back. "I know if I get a little worn out, you can always make me my favorite coffee."
Rikka rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help chewing into her bottom lip. She rolled her hips, grinding herself into his cock.
"Ugh, I should really start charging you for that."
"Can I pay you back in a favor?"
The Commander gave her backside a firm and punctuating squeeze. Rikka whimpered. She pouted, her cheeks red.
"Maybe just for today."
With that, Rikka leaned forward and their mouths melded together, warm kisses turning hot. The office was inundated once more with the sound of their clapping skin, a testament to the Commander's dedication in paying her back.
With the way things were going, he was going to need more than a few more cups of that coffee.
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