A/N: Finally reached by 1000th fic on AO3, over the span of 6,610,583 words (6,626,050 once this fic is uploaded). Only fitting then that I make this a big orgy lewd them, no?
For this one I picked some of my favourite characters from Azur Lane, especially since some of them are quite underrated. Not all of my favourites though, if only because my total number of favourites is about 30-40, and the line between 'favourite ship' and 'really like this ship' is terribly blurry. Likewise some that I had initially wanted to include, like Maya and Enterprise, didn't feel like they fitted in well with the tone I was going for, so they didn't make the final cut; they fit in better with solo fics or smaller orgies anyway. That and because having over a dozen characters in an orgy is already a bit much, I'd say.
It was quite the pain to edit, I can assure you of that much.
That said, I do hope this fic entertains, along with the next thousand to come~
Thank you, and enjoy~
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The Commander had finally gotten some time off of work.
A rarity to be sure, especially these days as the Sirens pushed back against Azur Lane's forces with a vengeance, but a day he wasn't going to squander. Leaving his work in the capable hands of Bismarck and a small army of Manjuu he retreated back to his home located on the edge of the base, far away from the Ship-Girl dormitories and equally so from prying eyes.
Affording both him and his wives some ever-desired privacy. And allowing them to indulge in a bit of fun – namely, an orgy.
The Commander shivered with anticipation at the thought. The clamour of voices around him though quickly brought him back to the present, his eyes glancing between the over dozen women meandering their way towards the bedroom, filing in with laughter abound at some joke he didn't hear. They rushed in and he followed at a more sedated pace, Colorado a step ahead of him and glancing back before beckoning him in, prompting him to smile at her. She smiled back, the gesture hidden beneath her high collar before she crossed the threshold.
At a leisurely pace he followed. The cream-coloured walls complimented the navy flooring, as did the numerous bits of dark oak furniture around the room – but his attention wasn't on the room, but on the women in the room.
Already his wives were getting undressed; clothes loosening and buttons popped apart. He started to undress too but did so at a more sedated pace, unashamedly watching his many wives as they bared themselves to his lust-filled eyes, knowingly or not.
Ahead of him Allen M. Sumner had unclipped the top part of her leotard and pulled it down to her stomach, her medium-sized breasts bare and allowing his hungry gaze to trace their pleasant curve, her tits emphasised when she arched her back a little. Stood next to her chatting at more casual pace Z23, or more affectionately known as Niimi, stood, her outer layers already on the floor whilst she fiddled with her gloves, clad in her skin-tight bodysuit that really emphasised her big chest.
A chest further emphasised when Z1, already topless and clad in just her black short-shorts, sneaked up behind her sister-ship and grabbed her breasts from behind. Niimi yelped and stumbled in shock, earning a laugh from Allen – only for a moan to escape the Eagle Union girl as Leonardo da Vinci got behind her and squeezed her tits too. The blonde Submarine was already nude, her swimsuit and jacket gone and leaving her fair skin exposed to the evening light, every slender curve shown off as she practically spooned the blushing Allen M. Sumner, only her black thigh-highs remaining.
Leonardo soon let go of her fellow wife's chest – only to drop them low and pull, bringing Allen's leotard down around her thighs. The Destroyer blushed at her newfound nudity, face red and a bashful laugh escaping her, but Leonardo just kissed her cheek and reached around – stroking her sex with delicate fingers.
It hadn't even been a minute yet and they were already getting busy with one another.
Movement over by the bed caught his eye too. Tashkent had shed her outer layers quickly, leaving her petite form acutely bare – only her pink panties there to cover her crotch along with her thigh-high boots, the latter of which she was in the process of taking off. Her flat chest was delightfully emphasised as was her small rump, contrasting Kiev who had some more curves on her; dress absent but bra and panties still on, both black garments contrasting well with her fair skin and emphasising her modest bust size and curvy hips. She caught him staring and smiled bashfully, turning away slightly and unintentionally – or perhaps, intentionally – emphasising her nice ass.
The straps of her bra soon came off and when she turned to look back at him he got a lovely look at her chest, breasts a modest medium size but still quite plump for her figure, fuelling his arousal. Her attractive breasts were bare for no more than two seconds before Tashkent's own, much flatter chest pushed against them, the petite Northern Destroyer unashamedly pushing her body flush against Kiev's as she looked at him, one brow raised as if challenging him to which he'd take first.
He resisted the temptation, but only barely.
On the other side of the bed U-556 and U-81 were already completely naked, not surprising given they wore only swimsuits. Considering the intimacy shared between his wives it also wasn't surprising to see them already going at it; lips connected in a deep kiss while their hands wandered over each other's naked bodies, palming at chests or groping the back of thighs, trailing their slender fingers all over one another and moaning at their horny touches. He didn't miss how their bodies pressed flush together, nipples practically rubbing as they groaned into each other's mouths.
Over in the corner of the room Mogami stood, back to the window and almost hiding in the corner. She clearly had only just started getting undressed but when she turned to peek at him he could get a look at her plump chest, her tight-fitting top absent, but she turned away just as quickly – embarrassed, even after the numerous orgies she'd participated in in the past. By her side Aoba wasn't nearly as shy, grinning cheekily as she threw her purple jacket to the floor and pulled her black vest right over her head, showing off the purple bra that pushed her tits up nicely. A bra that lasted all of a few seconds before she tossed it aside, tits free and saying something teasing to Mogami, her confidence attractive.
A confidence she had no problems using in the bedroom, too.
Over to his left Murmansk was busy getting changed, catching his eye and smiling at him as she fiddled with her belt – before without warning she pulled her puffy jacket open wide, revealing she was only wearing a lacy white bra. Giggling she let her jacket slide off of her shoulders and took her hat off, glancing to the right and saying something chipper to Unicorn, who had dropped her white dress around her ankles, leaving only her white underwear to preserve her modesty. From the panties that hugged her nice rear to the bra that pushed her chest up a bit she was a sight to behold, doubly so since this was the first time she'd worn lace. It suited her well.
Laffey stood just a few feet away, his eyes landing on her just as she pulled her top over her head and revealed her absent bra; small boobs bare and without a hint of shame. Her skirt fell quickly and her panties just as soon, her motions languid but her embarrassment non-existent as she stripped nude – meandering over and helping yank Unicorn's panties down too, much to the carrier's embarrassment.
Off to his right Colorado also shed her clothes, her jacket on the ground and soon followed by her tight-fitting dress, her high-collar going with it. The dark purple underwear she wore, embroidered with black lace, was a sight to behold on her pale frame, his eyes tracing the plump swell of her breasts down to her slim waist and curvy hips, the latter covered by her underwear. Up until she tugged it down one hip, enough to show off skin.
''You just going to stand there and stare?'' Colorado called out to him, a touch embarrassed.
Chuckling an acknowledgement the Commander quickly unbuttoned his jacket and shed his undershirt with equal speed, his belt rattling as it came loose and fell down – and within mere moments he had stripped nude, his boxers tugged off of his ankle last. By the time he'd done that several of his wives were already going at it with one another, entertaining each other with fingers and lips as they waited for his attention.
It was good to see his wives so close.
Making his way over to the bed he was swiftly met by Allen M. Sumner, the dark-haired girl grinning cheekily at him as she caught his left arm – and nary a second later Niimi caught his right. Both were stripped nude, their chests, modest and plump, pushing against his biceps and sending a shiver of excitement up his spine, one made all too apparent as his dick twitched to full hardness. Something that made Allen coo, her left hand gliding down to his dick and curling her fingers around it, stroking him off.
Shifting his hand down to her ass the Commander leaned down to her height, lips mashing against hers in a sudden, but far from unwanted kiss – the Destroyer's moan muffled by their locked lips. He drew it out even as he felt Niimi stir at his side, her hands roaming over his stomach, before soon he broke it off. His other hand settled on Niimi's shapely stern and he pulled her into a kiss too, lips crashing with hers and muffling her surprised grunt, then her ensuing groan.
The kiss lasted just a few moments before the Commander broke it off, savouring their expressions of cheek and embarrassment respectively – and a groan was coaxed out of him as Niimi grasped his cock too, stroking the top while Allen did her best to work the bottom. The double handjob felt a bit odd, both trying their best to work in sync, but it was that awkward synchrony that made it so hot – his breathing becoming increasingly laboured as they jerked him off.
''You two...''
''Heh~'' Allen released his cock first, red eyes alight with playfulness. ''C'mon, I called dibs on doin' it first~''
As she chirped the words out the slender Destroyer climbed onto the bed on all fours, ass out towards him and shaking her rear temptingly. Niimi grumbled some choice words about rock-paper-scissors but a kiss to her cheek quelled her misgivings easily enough, her cheeks regaining their wondrous red hue. Keeping his right arm around Niimi's side he shifted behind Allen, spitting on his hand and smearing it into his cock for some crude lube before rubbing his tip along Allen's pussy, his twitching tip teasing her entrance once, twice.
And then on the third go he slid right on in. The hot embrace coaxed a deep, throaty moan from him and he grabbed her hip without hesitation, sinking his cock nice and deep into his slender wife. Allen arched her back, a whine of pleasure tumbling freely from her lips and shifting her legs further apart, letting his lust-filled gaze run up her bare back to her slender shoulders.
His hand landed on her left shoulder a moment later, keeping her steady as he pulled partway out only to plunge right back inside. The enveloping heat that smothered his dick felt as incredible as always and he knew Allen relished it too, her whines rising in volume as he lustfully pumped into her over and over again, inching his dick in deeper until his groin was smacking up against her ass, making her cheeks jiggle with every passionate impact.
Of course, he didn't forget about Niimi either.
Even as he bucked his hips and rammed his cock into Allen's vice he turned his head to look at Niimi, pulled up against his side. She met his gaze and blushed, demure, but lifted her chin – and he closed the distance first, connecting his lips with hers. It was a rough, passionate sort of kiss and he let his hand shift up to her chest, cupping her right breast and groping it earnestly. He'd never been able to get enough of her chest and she knew it.
Breaking off the kiss he nipped at her ear then her neck, coaxing her into lolling her head back, his gaze flitting down to her prominent bust. As if anticipating that though Niimi pinched his cheek and pulled him into a kiss once more, lips messily grazing his before mashing more firmly together. Unhanding her tit he caressed her lower back instead, his palm gliding down to her ass and pulling her flush against his side.
''Mn, Commander~'' Allen's whine though coaxed his attention away from the Ironblood girl. ''I'm so close, can we, nn, d-do it rough for a bit?''
Kissing Niimi on the nose he unwound his arm from her, his palm instead settling on Allen's other hip, pulling her towards hm slightly – and then he fucked a squeal from his wife as he railed her raw. His dick slammed past her petals and into her quivering core with ease, her arousal slick against his shaft as he jammed himself in-and-out of her like a man possessed, clapping her ass cheeks with every pounding thrust.
Allen wasn't entirely submissive either. Clutching at the sheets the Destroyer moaned as she shoved herself back onto his cock, a sharper mewl fleeing her lips when his right hand darted up to grope at her breasts. Though smaller than the likes of Niimi there was plenty there to cup and fondle, enticing the Commander to do just that, his other hand remaining on her shoulder as he rammed into her from behind.
''Mm! Mn! Mm! Y-Yeah! Like- t-that!'' Allen's cry was disjointed and loud, her pussy clenching lovingly around his pulsating member, begging-
And then before he knew it he peaked, a torrent of warmth rushing up his cock before he let it out inside of her, a curse flying free from his lips as he went balls-deep in Allen and came. Her insides seized tightly around his cock, the clenching vice squeezing even more of his load out, his mind pushed to cloud nine as her snug vice squeezed him dry.
Only when his orgasm trembled to a close did the Commander pull out; puffing out a laboured breath. His eyes ran down Allen's taut back and to her folds, his cum steadily oozing out – the process hastened when Allen rubbed circles on her pussy, moaning into the bed as she soon shoved two digits inside of herself, unashamedly fingering herself and stirring his cum around her insides. The lewd sight nearly entranced him, and he'd have been content to simply stand there and watch.
That is if Niimi hadn't brushed passed him, the movement garnering his attention – and his lust blossomed anew as the nude Destroyer sat down and laid on her back. In contrast to Allen Niimi was much more demure, her legs closed and incidentally emphasising her groin as she laid flat on her back. Only when he cupped her knees and gently pried them apart did she let her legs open, too bashful to meet his eyes as he laid eyes upon her pussy, his dick soon slapping against it as he got between her thighs.
''Nn... come on, Commander...'' Niimi breathed out, her words a mumble.
The Commander just smiled at that, savouring the way her lips parted for his cock but not putting it in just yet, teasing her a little more – and just when she opened her mouth to speak he eased himself inside. Her budding words withered into a gasp and then a groan, her head thrown back into the sheets as he sunk his dick deeper into her pussy, and to his delight he found her already quite wet, no doubt with anticipation.
''Eager as always, Niimi~'' The Commander playfully teased.
Niimi blushed a tomato red and spluttered – but anything she wanted to say melted as he leaned down, claiming her lips in a sudden kiss. Instantly she melted into it, moaning more submissively as he started to move, his hips rocking back-and-forth and pistoning him into her hot tunnel, intimately feeling her insides press and coil around his intruding cock, her grip so loving yet so hot it melted his mind.
Breaking off the kiss he planted one kiss to her forehead before propping himself up, his hands finding hers and pinning them to the bed in a loving hold, her fingers between his own. Squeezing her slender hands the Commander released a tense breath and put more effort into his hips, his slow pistoning motions gaining momentum as he got more into it, sliding himself between her petals and into her hot womanhood, her insides tensing at just the right moments to make every thrust feel incredible.
''Gods you feel incredible.'' The Commander muttered out, stealing a quick kiss and grinning down at her. ''So tense... thought you'd be used to handling 'big guns' by now.''
Niimi rolled her eyes. ''Smartass.''
He couldn't help but chuckle – the sound quenched to a stilted groan when her loins clenched around him once more, her own wobbly moan reaching his ears. Foregoing dirty talk he let gravity pull him down and mashed his lips against Niimi's own, his wife freeing her hands from his and wrapping them around his nape instead, pulling him down against her as much as possible. A desire the Commander gladly obliged, grunting harshly as he slammed his cock into her tight hole with more force, his stomach flush against hers as often as he could – the little bit of added skin contact somehow making their union so much more intimate.
The bed squeaked in protest from his motions, the harsh creak of the springs followed by a squeak as he pulled away, preluding the next slam that buried him up to the hilt in Niimi. She cried out, lips leaving his as she threw her head to one side, leaving her neck open for a slew of kisses – and kisses he gave, pecking and smooching her creamy flesh as he buried his cock in her, feeling her moist tunnel smother his dick tighter and her legs spread out, her cries reaching a fevered, breathless pitch.
''Hnf, gonna cum.'' The Commander hurried out,pecking her ear. ''Gonna cum inside you.''
Niimi clutched onto him, her well-trained pussy clenching around him – and no more than a few moments later he peaked, moaning with sharp relief as he came inside of his Ironblood wife; burying himself up to the hilt within her and doing his damnedest to empty his balls completely, his tip pressing up against her cervix as he shot gush after gush of sticky white heat into her womb, her tightness helping squeeze him dry.
Until with a hiss he leaned back and pulled out, his tip springing from her glistening folds. Stumbling back upright the Commander savoured the sight of his two creamed wives; Allen still fingering herself with her ass up while Niimi laid with legs open, their nakedness only amplifying how hot they looked, be it Niimi's smooth tummy or Allen's toned back. As if sensing his gaze Allen turned onto her side, grinning as she raised her right leg up high, presenting herself to his lustful gaze.
Alas before he could take her up on her unspoken offer someone else hugged him from behind. Small breasts pressing against his back and a cheeky hand slipping around to stroke his cock – the reach-around coaxing a surprised groan from his lips.
''Heehee, gotcha~'' Leonardo chirped playfully, kissing his nape. ''C'mon, take a seat!''
She unhanded his cock long enough for him to do just that, shifting between Allen and Niimi – but rather than kneel down to blow him Leonardo instead climbed onto the bed with him, grinning as she got behind him. Her lithe arms draped over his chest from behind and her lips pecked him on the cheek, luring his gaze to the left just in time to get a kiss on the lips from the playful blonde Submarine, her mirth not hiding her pure heart.
Two kisses later and movement before him lured his gaze ahead. Tashkent and Kiev knelt before him, the latter blushing more than the former, the two Northern Parliament girls as bereft of clothing as all the others. From Kiev's slender figure and modest bust to Tashkent's petite figure and near-flat chest, both were equally as beautiful as the other – and equally as eager to service him. A fact they made abundantly clear as they both shifted between his legs, and went for his cock.
''Mmph-!''
His tip was caught between Tashkent's slim pink lips, the pretty things sliding over the head slightly before she angled his cock towards her and took a bit more than the head in her mouth, humming around it and lavishing the tip with a slew of licks – her small tongue slapping against the tip before slithering all over it. At the same time Kiev went for the shaft, pursing her lips against it and sucking on it, the two Destroyers looking up at him as they used their mouths.
Leonardo kept his attention too. Bereft of cloth as she was it was hard to keep his hands to himself; his left slipping down to her peachy behind groping her rear, using it as an excuse to pull her up to his side. The blonde cooed and didn't hesitate to connect their mouths in a deep, impassioned kiss with tongue and all, a moan filling his mouth as his hand reached down and around to play with her pussy, teasing her nether lips but not putting a finger inside.
''Nn, you're really horny today Commander...'' Leonardo murmured as she drew back from the kiss, panting but with a playful grin on her lips. ''Make sure you don't go soft on me when it's my turn~''
It was a playful jab, both fully aware he could keep it up for two rounds with them each – there was a reason they so casually did these orgies, knowing full well he had the stamina to handle them. Some even mused if the reason he had developed such a big harem was solely because one woman would never be enough to satisfy his unearthly lust. Others cited a big enough heart to hold them all. Truthfully it was probably a mix of the two.
Such thoughts though were swept from the Commander's mind as Tashkent's mouth popped off of his tip, drawing his gaze back down to the purple-haired Destroyer. She flushed under the attention but there was a glint of mirth in her eyes as she licked his tip like an ice cream; joined by Kiev not a second later as the other Destroyer dragged her tongue up the side. Her brow was dipped in a demure frown, one that only emphasised how cute she looked when licking his cock.
Sucking it, too – a drawn-out moan escaping the Commander as both Destroyers leaned in, their slim lips catching his cock between them. They engulfed the tip easily, sharing it half and half, and as a result were left practically kissing as they sucked on his dick. Kiev was much more shy about it but Tashkent held no qualms about a little yuri action; tongue slithering across his pulsating tip and finding Kiev's, the two Destroyers hummed as they tongue-wrestled with his cock caught between them.
The sensation of their wet, slithering appendages roaming over his dick-tip felt incredible; ticklish and sexy in equal measure, coaxing a familiar surge that lanced up his shaft-
-until he busted his nut, his ragged gasp devolving into a throaty moan as thick gushes of semen splattered across Tashkent and Kiev's faces. Some of his cum got in their mouths but the majority arced across Tashkent's slim cheeks and Kiev's cute button nose, making a total mess across their lips too. Twin moans, surprised and shy respectively, teased his ears and Leonardo pitched in with a coo of approval, her hands roaming over his groin in a soothing, if erotic stroke.
His orgasm gradually tapered off but Tashkent was quick to take his tip into her mouth, sucking him off hard until Kiev pouted and kissed her companion on the cheek. The sudden smooch startled Tashkent back – and Kiev gladly used the opening to not just take his tip into her mouth but to deep-throat him outright, staring right into his eyes as she did so. He groaned approvingly in response.
''Haah... good to see you're, mn, getting more confident Kiev.'' The Commander puffed out, reaching down and petting her head – his other hand affectionately petting Tashkent too. ''Your mouth feels as good as always too Tashkent.''
''Hmph.'' The purple-haired Destroyer merely huffed, looking aside with pinkish cheeks.
The Commander smiled wryly at that, content to just admire his pretty wives – when Leonardo made her presence known once more. Namely by swinging one leg over his and straddling him with a grin, her palms cupping his cheeks right before she yanked him into a kiss. It was a passionate one, the sort that Sardinians were known for, and with a groan of lust he reciprocated with tongue and all, his wet appendage rolling about with hers in her mouth.
Eventually they both pulled back, a string of spit hanging between their tongues before it snapped, but the lust within Leonardo's gold eyes didn't wane even slightly. Instead with a more mischievous glint she reached down and stroked his cock a bit, pumping his tender length before positioning herself above his mast, letting his tip glide along her folds but not impaling herself quite yet, teasing a groan of need out of him.
''Heehee, you're too cute, Commander~'' Leonardo teased. ''Alright, in you go- mn... hyaah~''
The confidence she spoke with quickly melted into a quaking tone of pure pleasure as Leonardo sunk down onto his cock, her smooth petals parting for his intruding length bit by bit. Reclining back on one hand the Commander unashamedly moaned, his free hand sliding up to Leonardo's chest and slowly groping her right tit. Leonardo laid a hand over his, a trembling smile on her lips as she rocked her hips and worked her way down a bit more.
Up until she bounced back up, preluding the pleasurable impalement that followed. He could intimately feel her insides graze his cock as his cock sunk into her narrow pussy, the heat of her loins easily enough to fry his mind had she not leaned in and distracted him with a kiss. Reciprocating almost instinctively he shifted his free hand from her breast to her side, and then to her ass; holding her perfectly-curved rear and helping her bounce onto him.
''Mn, hah, hyah...'' Leonardo puffed out against his lips. ''You're still pretty dang hard huh... I can really, hnf, feel you deep inside me~''
Emphasising that Leonardo reached down and tapped her groin where she felt his cock – the sight sending a thrill shuddering through the Commander. Which was what Leonardo had hoped for, judging her self-assured grin, her arms winding their way around his neck once more as she put more effort into riding him. She was good at it too, unsurprising given it was her favourite position, ripe for something intimate or even a convenient quickie when one or both of them were working.
Paperwork though became a tad harder when he had his blonde wife bouncing on his dick, but that was a valuable trade-off.
He needn't think of the past though with her right there in front of him. Pushing himself up a little more the Commander grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands – and a squeal fled Leonardo's lips as he picked her up. It took a second for him to get a comfortable hold on her ass but when he did he began to fuck her of his own accord; hips jerking forth and plunging his swollen cock between her wet petals, unable to quell his groans of bliss as he buried himself balls-deep in the inventor's pussy.
''Hyah~! C-Command- ah~!'' Leonardo cried out, throwing her head back – only to squeal when he sucked on her neck. ''A-Ahh, not there~!''
He sucked anyway; groaning into her jugular a moment later as he felt her tighten so very snugly around his dick, practically begging for him to deliver a creampie to her womb. The thought only hastened his motions, a fluid roll to his hips as he buried himself up to the hilt and pulled out halfway, her nectar sticky as it clung to his shaft – the coating refreshed as he plunged straight back inside of her, her tightness a blissful squeeze around his aching manhood.
Pleasure pushed its way up his shaft, a force of need that demanded release – but he held off for just a little longer, pounding Leonardo to the tune of her squeals and cries, her high-pitched voice music to his ears and the sight of her naked frame writhing in his grasp so hot it cemented itself into his memory. And it was the sudden clamping tightness around his cock that pushed him over the edge.
''Leo-!'' His bark cut off as he jerked his hips – and with a animalistic hiss he busted his load inside of Leonardo da Vinci, roiling waves of heat effervescing up his cock and into her womb, spurt after spurt of his seed forcing its way into her baby chamber.
Her slick walls clenched and squeezed his cock as she convulsed in his hold, ragged inhales matched by choked gasps as she came hard, her thighs squishing against his hips and her nails digging across his nape. Only after several intense moments did her violent spasms slow, then stop altogether; slumping in his hold with a fatigued, but satisfied moan. One that spiked in pitch as he lifted the blonde Submarine off of his dick and laid her down by the bedside table, kissing her on the cheek.
''Wonderful as always.'' He whispered to her.
''Hehe, thanks. I'd offer to give your dick a quick suck, but~'' Leonardo grinned breathlessly, pointing past him.
Glancing over his shoulder he was immediately taken by the sight of both Tashkent and Kiev bent over at the waist by the bed, hands upon the messy material and gazes drawn back to him. The contrast between the two was erotic; while Tashkent's butt was small and her figure petite, Kiev was a tad bit more filled-out; having more curves and her bust size a good bit plumper than Tashkent's own small size. Not that he minded, of course; all sizes were good in his eyes.
Rising to his full height the Commander got behind the two Northern Parliament girls, his hands dropping between the pair – and twin moans answered him as he stroked their slits. To his amusement Kiev was already drooling wet and Tashkent was equally as needy too, only encouraging him to dip a finger between their folds, teasing them without putting a single digit inside.
Until Tashkent spoke. ''Commander, don't tease me, I've already waited so long...''
Kiev said nothing but the whimper she let out made her own wants apparent.
Unable to deny his wives when faced with such pleas the Commander complied, shifting behind Tashkent and lining himself up – and a groan of pure bliss fled him as he penetrated her. She was tight as always; her narrow tunnel clenching around his intruding shaft as he slowly but firmly eased himself inside of her, her wetness helping what otherwise might've been a difficult entry. He only managed to get half of his cock inside before he pulled back, the tip nearly slipping free.
Up until he drove himself back inside, that is. Tashkent clutched at the sheets and let out a horny whine, head bowed and purple hair splaying over her bare back as he firmly pistoned himself into her narrow pussy, every thrust acutely felt by both parties – her insides a vice that clenched ever-tighter around his girth, yet only encouraging the Commander to keep at it, moaning through pursed lips as he finally got himself buried up to the hilt.
'Fuck...' The Commander groaned within the privacy of his mind, grabbing Tashkent's hips and pumping himself into her a bit harder, fucking a husky moan from his partner. 'I forgot how tight you were, feels like I'll bust just from sticking it inside you...!'
He didn't forget about Kiev either. Reaching over he gave her rump a good squeeze before sliding his fingers down her slit, teasing her only momentarily before finally penetrating her with his digits – eliciting a gasp then whine from his adoring wife as he finger-banged her. It was a task though to focus on both of his wives, especially as Tashkent started shoving her ass back into his crotch, her mewls hypnotic as his cock filled her up nicely.
However sharing was caring, and so with a groan of effort he bucked his hips back, pulling out. The sudden absence of dick inside of her left Tashkent whimpering, thighs together and pout shot his way, but without a word he tugged his fingers out of Kiev and shifted behind her, his dick-tip slapping against her sopping folds and rubbing along her slit, watching her puffy lips part – and then he was inside her, sliding into her drooling tunnel.
''Nn...! Commander...!'' Kiev mewled out, back arching.
The Commander had an easier time sliding into Kiev, not hurt by how utterly drenched she was, and with hands on her hips he began to pound her. Already wound up from his time with Tashkent he didn't have the patience for a drawn-out fuck but Kiev certainly didn't mind; sharp moans and shorter breaths escaping the Destroyer as he clapped her ass, ripples spreading across her cute butt with every impact.
Sliding his hands up her sides he reached around to grope her chest, kneading her small tits and eliciting a cute moan from Kiev, one red eye peeking at him from over her shoulder. He kissed her back in response before drawing back up to his full height, glancing left and pulling Tashkent a bit closer, his hand caressing her cute butt at the same time – before without any warning he pulled out of Kiev, and switched back to Tashkent.
''N-Nn! Comrade...!''
Then back to Kiev.
''Ah! Ah! N-Nnah~!''
Over and over he switched between the two, burying his cock in the two Northern Parliament girls even as his orgasm rapidly surged to the surface.
Until with a gasp he pulled out of Tashkent, stumbled right and rubbed his tip along Kiev's slit – and came. A thick gout of seed clung to her sex right before he got it in the hole and shot another thick helping of seed, a squeal fleeing Kiev as she got the creamy prize. Grasping her hips he buried himself up to the hilt, his tip kissing her cervix as waves of pleasure drew his muscles taut, his cock aching blissfully as he came inside of her snug pussy.
He pressed himself against Kiev's ass, practically humping her as he deposited his load inside of her – before with a shuddering exhale he pulled out, his tip springing free. Cum quickly oozed from her thoroughly-fucked pussy and Tashkent was there a mere second later, grabbing Kiev's hips and dragging her tongue along her sex, stealing the cum inside of her. Kiev, naturally, squealed and her legs gave out, sending her flopping onto her front, but Tashkent mercilessly pushed Kiev onto her back and opened her legs wide; face buried between her friend's legs as she ate her out.
''Gods...'' The Commander hissed out, stroking himself off to the sight – the mere act leaving his nerves electric with how sensitive he was.
A whistle though drew his gaze left, towards the foot of the bed. With a cocky smirk on her lips laid Z1, reclining on one elbow and her fingers falling from her lips, mirth in her eyes. Bereft of cloth as she was he could appreciate her flat chest as he meandered over to her, his eyes running further down over her flat tummy and smooth groin, her legs together as if to hide her sex from his gaze. A prospect proven untrue as she unashamedly opened her legs for him, two fingers sliding down and spreading herself open for him.
''C'mon, dick me down too~''
The casual request sent liquid fire surging up his cock, his lust rekindled with but a smirk from Z1 – and within moments he was between her legs, had his tip graze her sex – and then he claimed her too.
''Mm~!'' Z1 threw her head back, lips pursed but grin wide. ''H-Haah, that's it! Be as rough as you want with me, got it?!''
The agreeing murmur barely slipped past his lips before he closed the distance; mashing his mouth against Z1's own. The petite Destroyer hummed into it, thighs pressing against his hips and her feet locking behind his ass the moment he went balls-deep in her, the pair of them groaning in unison. The slick squeeze that encircled his cock felt like heaven and with how snug a fit she was he knew she liked positions like these, where he could fit his entire cock in her.
Something that prompted him to break off the kiss, plant his hands on either side of her, and begin to fuck her in earnest. His hips jolted forth and his cock slammed into her tightness, fucking a startled moan out of Lebe that was soon quenched by a kiss, devolving it into a throatier noise as their lips mashed together. Her right hand darted up into his hair, her slender fingers weaving through it and tugging him deeper into the kiss, her groan guttural as he pistoned himself into her tight honeypot.
The need to breathe forced them apart but the Commander's hips briefly jolted back, letting his cock slip out. Grasping it he slapped the head against her dripping-wet sex before guiding himself back inside, both of them groaning at the fresh penetration and his ensuing thrusts much faster, pumping himself in-and-out of her drooling folds and fucking all sorts of noises out of the Ironblood Destroyer, her left hand dropping to the bed just so she could grip the quilt for support.
''Hnf, that's it, rough me up...'' Z1 grunted out breathily. ''Jam that damn thing inside of me...!''
Yanking on his hair she pulled him down more, lips grazing his ear. ''Make sure ya cum inside got it? Don't you dare pull out and nut on my stomach like last time.''
The memory of painting Lebe's stomach with his seed only fuelled the lust coursing through him. Grunting an acknowledgement he jerked back upright and grabbed the Destroyer's shins, holding her legs open wide as he mercilessly pounded her quivering cunt, fucking moans from her throat that only rose in volume with each successive thrust. The pounding clap of flesh was almost lost amidst the chorus of moans and squeals around them as his other wives went at it with one another, but he spared them not a glance, focused entirely on Lebe.
''Shit, here it comes...!'' The Commander hissed out, squeezing her ankles and putting more force into his thrusts, resisting the fatigue that threatened to make his muscles lock up.
His cock slammed into her sopping hole hard and fast, their flesh smacking together – until with a shout the Commander hilted in Lebe's tight pussy and unloaded inside of her, his balls tensing as he emptied them inside of her. A torrent of cum erupted inside of her, spurt after spurt released within her clenching heat with every involuntary tensing of muscle, his breathing little more than short hisses as he filled her up. Lebe groaned with him, fingers rubbing her clit furiously as she pushed herself to her own peak, her tightening tunnel milking him dry as she orgasmed under him.
Gradually relaxing the Commander puffed out a tense breath, pulling out. His tip sprung free with an audible 'pop' and Lebe let out a satisfied breath, reaching down and rubbing herself off a little, shivering at how sensitive she no doubt was. He rubbed his tip against her sex teasingly and the Destroyer groaned back, chewing her bottom lip as he playfully slapped his tip against her folds but didn't penetrate her, the light rubs the only stimulation she got.
However he didn't put it in, nor had any intentions to – not when his other wives had yet to have a turn. It was only fair to share, after all.
''Onii-chan...''
The delicate call came from the other end of the bed, his gaze raising and laying witness to Unicorn crawling over to him on all fours, the position incidentally giving him a very generous view of her chest, her pendulums swaying with her motion. She must've noticed his wandering eyes as she covered her chest with an arm, bashful – but then Lebe reached out and tugged that arm aside with a grin, entertained by Unicorn's bashful blush.
The Commander regained his wife's attention though as he shifted onto the bed, legs slipping out under him as he sat down. Unicorn blushed but a tug of her arm was all that was needed to coax her onto his lap, her gentle hands squeezing his shoulders and her soft thighs pressing against his hips. That was one word that could describe Unicorn well; soft. Her personality, her voice, her boobs, everything about her was enthrallingly soft.
His hands came up then and cupped said boobs, relishing how big and plump they felt in his palms as he gently kneaded them – coaxing a mewl from his flustered wife, her cheeks puffing into a pout. One that withered away as he pecked her on the lips, preluding the more proper kiss he gave her, earning a submissive sort of groan from Unicorn as she succumbed to his whims.
''Mmph... onii-chan...'' Unicorn mewled into the kiss, her boobs pushing into his palms as she leaned forwards – her fingers reaching down and toying with his dick briefly.
Up until she nudged his dick back and eased her weight down onto him – and nary a second later his dick sunk inside of her. She was already quite wet, her slick walls parting for his swollen shaft easily, only an embarrassed whimper escaping his wife as she worked her way deeper and deeper down his dick, rolling her hips to help aid in her own impalement. She managed just over half before she rose back up, a soft inhale preluding the whine she let out as she went back down again, expression cutely demure as she took him inside of her.
''That's it...'' The Commander hissed under his breath, kissing her cheek. ''Good girl, just a bit more... mnf...''
The gentle praise tapped into Unicorn's well-known praise kink, a feeble mewl escaping her as she rolled her hips, gradually taking more of him inside until he was practically hilted within her. Only then did Unicorn dig her knees into the bed and start bouncing, her thighs flush against his as she rose and her chest pushing into his palms as she whined out the air in her lungs. Regaining it was made a touch trickier as he closed the distance and stole a kiss, easily dominating his submissive yet terribly breedable wife.
Unhanding her tits he let his hands trace down her slender waist, her figure one many would envy, before settling his palms on the back of her thighs; helping bounce her and pulling her closer, his lips leaving hers and going for her neck instead – sucking hard enough to give her a hickey. Unicorn clutched onto his back and whimpered, her whole body tense like a taut spring – before without warning he pushed her forwards and onto her back.
''Hyaa- mmph!?''
The sudden kiss he gave her quelled her voice, then her worries; a moan escaping her as she shut her eyes. The Commander dragged the kiss out for several moments before breaking it off and propping himself up on his hands, sparing only a second or two to admire his wife's gorgeous figure before eagerly beginning to pound her – fresh cries of euphoria escaping her as his dick slammed into her tight, needy pussy, each impact hard and daresay rough, yet it only brought Unicorn pleasure.
''Ah! O-Onii-chan~!'' Unicorn cried out, squeaking when his right hand went to her breast and hefted it about, his thumb flicking her nipple. ''N-Nn... ah...!''
''Be a good girl and cum for me now.'' The Commander grunted out, his thrusts hastening into something more primal, more desperate. ''Mn, here it... comes...!''
Plap-plap-plap-plap-!
The fleshy impacts rung out, lewd and exhilarating in their carnality – until with a guttural shout the Commander slammed inside and creampied her, forcing a squeal out of Unicorn as he fucked her over the edge of pleasure, her eyes scrunching shut as she came with him. The seizing grip of her loins easily coaxed his cum from his cock, gush after gush of it painting her inner walls white and filling her womb, his load permeating her insides.
Rocking his hips the Commander soon pulled out, releasing a relieved breath as his dick was freed from her snug grip. Beneath him Unicorn mewled and was soon beset by a horny Lebe, their lips mashing together as Lebe shoved two fingers inside of Unicorn, leaving the Commander with an arousing sight before him.
One he was distracted from as he heard earnest murmurs from over to his right, luring his gaze past Allen and Tashkent as the two hopped off of the bed – and revealed U-556 on all fours, her small ass pushed out and her taut back bare to his hungry gaze. Beneath the nude Submarine was U-81, pinned under her compatriot by the wrists and blushing a light pink, pouting up at the grinning Parzival of the Seas.
''Commander~! Our turn now, right?'' The cheery chirp seemed almost innocent... if it hadn't been for the slight undercurrent of need to her tone.
One that coaxed the Commander over to her. Shuffling his way across the bed the Commander savoured their naked forms as he got behind them; one hand stroking his cock as he ran his eyes down U-556's taut back and her peachy rear, his gaze falling upon her puffy folds just as he rubbed his cock along her slit, eliciting a shiver from his petite wife – and without hesitation he pushed inside.
''Ahn~!'' U-556 cried out, eyes screwing shut. ''M-Mn... b-big as always, aha...''
The Commander for his part just groaned wordlessly in return; palms flush against her hips and fingers curling in for a firm grip. Perhaps because of her petite figure but U-556 felt incredibly tight, her insides wet with her want as they coiled around his cock; an oppressive heat that squeezed him so very lovingly. He managed to get just over half of his dick inside on the first go and slowly pulled back out, a laboured moan escaping him as he plunged back in side, each successive thrust burying him deeper inside of the Submarine girl.
Whines of pleasure tumbled from U-556's lips, her fingers shifting to the quilt just so she could grip it as he pumped into her narrow pussy, his eyes briefly focusing on their connected parts before shifting to her butt as his groin clapped it – her cheeks jiggling from the strong impact and her back tensing each time, preluding the laboured moans that fell from her lips. As if sensing his gaze she peeked over her shoulder at him, one pink eye lidded but not hiding her pleasure, her high-pitched moan only reinforcing it.
So it was at that moment he pulled out. The sudden absence of heat clenching around his cock was a sharp change but he didn't waste any time in angling his hips down a bit and rubbing his tip along U-81's bare folds, teasing her opening – and then claimed her too.
''Mm!'' U-81 moaned out from under U-556. ''About time...''
''Haha, sorry, U-556 got to go first by virtue of being on top.'' The Commander teased, leaning down and kissing the aforementioned blue-haired Submarine on the shoulder, making her giggle. ''Mnf, you two...''
Rather than respond with words U-556 did so by twisting her torso and wrapping her right arm around him, allowing their lips to connect in a kiss. He quickly became the dominant one, devouring U-556's moan as his right hand came up to graze her chest; her boobs small bordering on flat but still enticing him to rub his thumb over her nipples, coaxing out all manner of cute noises from her. Simultaneously he kept bucking his hips forth, burying his cock deeper and deeper into U-81's sopping pussy and relishing the Ironblood girl's moans.
Doubly so when U-81 reached down and started rubbing U-556 off. The blue-haired Submarine squeaked, squirming free of the Commander's hold and getting back on on all fours – tempting the Commander to tug his dick out of U-81 and ease himself into U-556 once more. U-81's fingers rubbed the underside of his shaft as he pushed into her companion's pussy, grabbing his balls and giving them a squeeze to top it all off, before finally shifting her hands to U-556's chest, tweaking and pinching her nipples as the Commander railed her from behind.
''A-Ah! Nn! N-No fair! Double- mm! Double-teaming me!'' U-556 cried out between breaths.
U-81 just snorted and said something teasing in return but the Commander didn't hear it; the sharp clap of flesh loud in his ears as he stuffed his cock in U-556. Though he married her for her optimism and kind-hearted disposition, there was no denying that sex with U-556 had been a tricky affair at first – but after so much time together her pussy was a familiar if snug hole, her inner walls conforming to the shape of his cock and clenching down lovingly.
He continued to thrust regardless, taking special pleasure in clapping her peachy ass and watching her cheeks ripple from the impact – until soon he yanked his dick out and slammed back into U-81. Well aware of how rough she liked it he went to town on her, ploughing her well and true into the bed and relishing her cry of euphoria, her insides smothering his dick just as tightly. Then when she got used to it he swapped back to U-556, railing her too.
Over and over he swapped, dick wet in both pussies and soon pushing U-81 to climax – and as he railed U-556 with desperate passion, he pushed her to climax too.
''C-Commander~!'' She squealed, collapsing atop her companion.
He pulled out, cock throbbing and ready to explode. With her practically flush with U-81 their pussies were practically together, enticing him to push his tip against their nether lips as he jerked himself off, teeth clenched – and then he came, an eruption of cum spurting over their folds. He dipped his tip in U-556 for two uneven spurts before letting his tip slip free and aiming a little higher, shooting multiple ropes of white up her back, one spurt reaching as far as her hair and painting the back of her head white, earning a whine from the girl in question.
As his orgasm came to a close the Commander leaned back on his knees, panting as he gazed at the two Submarines laid flat atop one another. From U-556's taut, cum-covered back and peachy butt to U-81's slim legs and glistening slit, some of his cum leaking out of U-556 and dripping down onto U-81's. He didn't linger and stare, however; hist lust rearing back up like a fire as he set his sights on his next partner. Everyone was a bit busy at the moment, and while he was all too welcome to join in, one wife took his eye.
Laffey. She had stripped nude as all the others had, but unlike the others wasn't getting it on with the others – instead partaking in her favourite pastime of dozing. Laid on her back with head slightly over the edge of the bed, eyes shut and peaceful breaths escaping her, she was at odds with the surrounding debauchery, though the wetness that clung to her inner-thighs told him that she'd already had at least one round with someone else. And Laffey didn't exactly have the greatest stamina.
Perhaps because of that, she was very receptive to things that didn't require her to do much but lay there.
Climbing off the bed the Commander spared a passing look at Niimi as Allen ate her out before moving in front of Laffey. With his shadow falling over her she opened her eyes, a confused note slipping past her lips – her eyes gravitating towards his swollen mast that hung over her face.
''...mm...'' Was all Laffey said, letting her eyes close again.
The best 'go ahead' he was going to get out of her. Smiling the Commander bent his knees enough that he could line his cock up with those plump, pink lips of hers and rubbed the head against them, watching them part submissively – and a tight sort of moan escaped him as he eased his cock into her mouth. He put just a few inches in before quickly pulling back, only to thrust back in with equal speed, his hips rocking as he pumped himself in past her parted lips.
Arousal gave way to lust and he soon cupped Laffey's head, holding it steady as he shifted a tiny bit closer, pushing more of his cock into her mouth. Despite her submissive state Laffey was kind enough to keep her teeth out of the way, though not so with her tongue – the wet appendage slapping against the top of his cock and slithering around the sides a bit, pushing and lapping languidly yet easily coaxing groans from his throat.
''Fuck... Laffey, your mouth feels incredible as always...'' The Commander breathed out, his words a pleasure-filled hiss.
Laffey just hummed something sleepily, sucking his cock in response. She was all too familiar with giving head, especially as a morning wake-up call to rouse him from bed and get him to make her breakfast. When she didn't just use him as a human pillow and snooze most of the morning away, that is.
The fond memory was pushed to the back of his mind as Laffey gave his dick another suck. The wet suction sent shudders up his spine and he shifted his right hand from her head to her throat, gently holding it as he thrust his hips forth faster, sheathing himself further into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat and plunged down it. Laffey, as always, didn't break out into spluttering coughs or gags, seeming to either lack a gag reflex or incredibly good at restraining it; only muted grunts escaping his petite wife as he face-fucked her mouth upside-down.
The upside-down nature of their act also meant he got a look down her nude front. Her smallish but quite shapely breasts were groped as his right hand over them, palming first then groping second, before his gaze wandered further down her stomach and groin. Leaning over her more he cupped her sex and stroked her slit, his middle finger teasing her opening and making Laffey moan around his pulsating cock – the pleasant sensation only encouraging him to thrust faster, jamming his dick down her throat.
''Nn, haah, keep sucking...'' The Commander remarked between breaths. ''Do you like it when I do this?''
''M-Mmhm...'' Laffey's muffled agreement made him smile tightly, rubbing her pussy with his fingertips.
Up until Leonardo came over to assist. With a cocky grin flashed his way she got down on her knees and looped her arms around Laffey's squishy thighs before burying her face between the Destroyer's legs, eating her out without a hint of reservation. Instantly Laffey moaned, the sound higher-pitched with surprise, but the Commander just grabbed her head and groaned as he started face-fucking his wife a bit faster.
His balls slapped against her brow and he could spy her spit smearing across her lips, yet he didn't stop nor slow; groans escaping him constantly as he jammed himself down her tight throat. The upside-down nature of it just made it so much hotter, the angle just right to set his nerves alight and grant him pleasures untold, his loins aching as he entered her moist cavern again and again-
-and soon he achieved release, hilting himself down Laffey's throat right as he came, shooting a thick rope of seed down her throat. Her jerked his hips back nary a second later, cum splattering across Laffey's plump lips before the rest of his load shot down her front, arcing over her tits and collarbone whilst the following spurts only reached her face, spurting across her pinched visage as he gave her a sticky facial.
''Mn...'' Laffey mewled, tongue slipping out to lick some of the cum off of her face.
A gentle titter from behind warned the Commander a split-second before he felt arms wind around his sides, joined by the sensation of plump tits squishing into his back. Twisting around in his wife's hold he was unsurprised to find a smiling Murmansk behind him, her expression as delicate as her pale, snowy skin and dainty fingers that came to cup his cheeks, pulling him down into a welcoming kiss.
It was brief, but the affection laced into the single act lingered on his lips. Giggling up at him Murmansk pulled him away from the bed and instead pushed him over towards one of the fluffy bean-bags under the window, coaxing him into sitting down – and without hesitation she eased herself onto his lap. Bereft of cloth he could savour every inch of her nude frame as she straddled him, his eyes working their way down her shoulders and past her quite plump tits – but he looked no lower before a finger to his chin lifted his head back up, his eyes meeting her mirthful mismatched eyes.
She kept her hand on his chin, eyes locked with his even as she subtly shifted, her left hand grasping his length, guiding him somewhere warm – and a groan forced its way up his throat as Murmansk impaled herself onto him. Only then did the finger to his chin fell and he lowered his gaze, admiring those wide hips of hers as her insides engulfed his member inch by inch, ceasing only when she was all the way down his dick.
''Heehee, I can feel you twitching inside of me, Commander~'' Murmansk's voice was a lilted song, her lips grazing his cheek.
He tilted his head. Nary a second later Murmansk's lips connected with his own in a deep, romantic kiss, a mewl escaping his fluffy wife as she snaked her arms around his nape. He laid his hands upon her breasts and kneaded them as he reciprocated the kiss, lips pulling away only to mash back together moments later, their frenzy slow at first but still simmering with an undercurrent of need. Unlike with others though, Murmansk was not the sort to be overly horny. Rather when she was at her most needy, she was also at her most affectionate.
So he wasn't surprised when she buried her face in his neck and set about marking it with kisses; her soft lips pecking their way up to his ear and then down to his collarbone. He groaned, hands leaving her tits and shifting to her ass as he helped her rise-and-fall onto his cock, her bounces slow but oh so pleasurable as he felt her up, his palms kneading good handfuls of her cheeks before sliding down to her thighs or up to her back.
''Mn, ah, you're in so deep~'' Murmansk cooed right into his ear, her breath hot and ticklish. ''It makes me want to hug you and not leg go~''
''Would be a bit hard to move then.'' The Commander grunted past, a slight teasing inflection to his tone.
''I wouldn't mind.'' She whispered back. ''If you just slipped inside and we laid like that~''
The image she planted in his mind was an erotic one, which he supposed was the intent; a fact confirmed by her chime-like giggle. The Commander responded by luring her into a more proper kiss, dragging it out for several moments before breaking it off with a mutual moan – hers rising in pitch as she shifted her palms to his shoulders and put more effort into riding him, her chest bouncing attractively with the motion and capturing his attention for several moments.
Up until Murmansk cooed, luring his gaze back up to her mismatched eyes that were so full of warmth it was almost embarrassing to see, even after all this time. Murmansk, however, just tittered at his blush and closed the distance once more with a kiss, lips plump and ever-so-soft fitting against his own before the need for air drew them apart, the mutual exhale shared between their parted lips.
''Hah, I'm close.'' Murmansk whispered, tongue flitting out to gently lash his bottom lip. ''Watching you treat Laffey-chan so roughly really got me worked up, ehe~''
''Naughty.'' The Commander murmured back, nipping her bottom lip.
Murmansk whined adorably – scratch that, the woman radiated adorableness. He let her lip spring free from his light nip and she made great use of her freedom; namely by going back to riding him with an enthusiasm that was hard to match and even harder to resist, moans bubbling up his throat as his dick dipped into her honeypot over and over again, the engulfing heat of her womanhood practically pleading for a creampie.
The constant bounces coupled with the weight landing down in his lap over and over again, the sensation of his shaft sliding into her slickness, all of it rapidly pushed him to his peak – and with hands on her hips the Commander yanked Murmansk down, hissing through pursed lips as he emptied his balls inside of his fluffy wife. Murmansk moaned happily, her voice rising in in pitch before deepening into a satisfied tenor, her smile equal parts loving and playful.
''Heehee...'' Rocking her hips she squeezed him dry, shivering. ''I think I came a bit too~''
Probably more than 'a bit' given when she tried to stand her legs quaked under her, but with a feathery giggle and wink his way Murmansk happily made her way over to where the others were congregating on the bed, taking the first gal free and making out with her. She was welcomed into the orgy, and within moments U-81 had her head between Murmansk's soft thighs and Z1 was inviting the Northern woman between her own.
The Commander stroked himself off to the sight, hand slowly caressing his sensitive shaft and thumb sliding over the tip, the teasing motions easily bringing him back to full erectness. In time too, as motion lured his gaze to the right in time to see Colorado approach, her cheeks aflame and lips pursed in a demure, flustered expression, the grinning Aoba in the background quite telling of why. The camera aimed there way only supported the notion. He appreciated the sight of his nude wife all the same, his eyes running up those long pale legs and up her toned stomach to her large plump chest that was squished together by her biceps, his staring only serving to make her more embarrassed about her nudity.
''Commander.'' Even without her usual neck-guard Colorado's voice was quiet.
Nothing more was said and nothing more needed to be. With a more gentle smile he nodded and offered her a hand, one that Colorado took as he eased her down onto the bean bag, switching places with her almost and leaving him leaning over her. His palms slid along those thick pale thighs and they parted without question, her chin tucking down into her collarbone as he got between her legs, his erection grazing her sex. Colorado was always like this; never shy, but always bashful when it came to intimacy. The novelty had yet to wear off, he supposed.
Such thoughts were ones he relinquished, one hand grasping his length and guiding him into position – and a moan escaped Colorado as he penetrated her. A slow thrust and he was inside her proper, a laboured groan of his own forced up his throat as her hot insides clenched down on him, the loving hold making his thighs tense and hips lock up. For only a moment, however; the initial spike of bliss quelled as he pulled his dick out to the tip – and then rammed himself back inside of her.
''Nn!'' Colorado threw her head back into the beanbag, moaning her lungs out. ''Commander...!''
Lips sealed against hers and Colorado groaned into his mouth, grabbing onto his shoulders with nails pricking the skin, but without hesitation the Commander kept driving himself into her, his cock plunged into her wet tightness and making Colorado jerk under him each time, her attempts at staying composed fracturing under every powerful stroke. Until soon he went for her neck and nipped at her flesh, marking her with a hickey and coaxing a trembling, throaty moan from his wife.
''That's it, let it out.'' The Commander murmured into her neck, smiling. ''Let the others hear your voice.''
''...tease...'' The Battleship muttered, but he just chuckled back.
Up until she wrapped her legs around his waist and affixed him with a cute frown, sole visible eye glittering with challenge. A challenge he rose to all too easily, hands planting themselves on either side of her as he drew back – and then with vigour went to town on her, plunging himself between her petals and hilting in her core, feeling every inch of his cock be smothered by her tightness as he drew back out before he once more hilted within her.
Though his motions were tender at first he couldn't endure the patient pace for long, his thrusts faster and the sound of clapping flesh rising with it – alongside Colorado's grunts and moans, the latter becoming more prominent as he buried himself within her. Snaking his left arm underneath her back he pulled her closer mid-way through one stroke, luring her into a deep kiss that left her groaning, one hand gripping him by the hair as she dragged the kiss out.
''Mn! Mm! Nn!'' The grip on his hair grew tighter as she tugged, her breathing short and quick. ''Harder. D-Do me... harder...!''
Her voice grew strained and with a groan of effort the Commander complied, unwinding himself from her grip and grabbing her sides – and a cry was fucked free from Colorado's lips as he went to town on her, cock slamming into her tightening tunnel and making her throw her head back once more. The impacts echoed up her body, her large breasts bouncing from the vicious pounding, the rapid claps of flesh echoing as he did her raw.
The lack of any condom or anything just accentuated how risky it felt, her loins clinging to his shaft as he plunged inside of her, his cock slick with her nectar as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. He held back his own orgasm for as long as he could, hissed breaths prolonging his pleasure as he buried himself inside of her, his tip kissing her cervix with the promise of a family, the culmination of their baby-making union.
Colorado cracked first, slapping a hand over her mouth and crying out into it, jerking her head to one side. The sudden tightness around his cock felt like heaven and he let himself come undone, groaning senselessly as he buried himself up to the hilt and nutted in the Battleship, her loins squeezing out all of his load. He rocked his hips as he came, pumping into her despite his sensitivity until his hips physically could no longer move any longer.
With a fatigued but satisfied sigh he pulled out, tip twitching against her sex as he leaned back a touch, simply admiring his nude wife. Colorado blushed under the attention but offered a small smile in return, right hand reaching out and palm pressing against his, their fingers intertwining in a slow hand-hold, squeezing for reassurance. While some may be more bombastic about their love, Colorado would no doubt always prefer the gentler, quieter sort of approach, and he was all too willing to respond in kind.
Releasing her hand after a moment he let her take a breather, instead rising to his feet and meandering over to Aoba, who was sat halfway across the room on a chair facing the bed. Unlike her peers Aoba wasn't fully naked; having put her black vest back on albeit nothing else, her legs crossed and allowing him to admire them freely. Leaning forwards as she was she simultaneously showed off a lot yet hid enough to invite imagination. Her vest, while ruffled, still covered just enough to make him want to rip it off of her, but he couldn't deny her half-clothed state was just as erotic as if she was fully nude.
''Hm? Oh hey, Commander~'' Aoba called out lightly, her grin betraying the fact she'd long seen his approach... even if her hands were still working on auto-pilot and photographing the others on the bed in a mass orgy.
It was a habit of hers, both voyeurism and filming, but one few were really against since she had the sense to not spread them around. Nonetheless being able to re-watch old trysts with his wives was a weird but oddly erotic treat, especially when he was doing other wives at the same time. The fact she often treated him to scantily-clad photos of her fellow wives in the changing rooms or down at the beach was just icing on the cake, in his opinion.
No words needed to be said. With a cheeky grin she beckoned him forth with a finger, setting her camera down on the dresser next to her so it was still aimed at the bed – and the moment he was close she grabbed his hips and pulled him closer, her right hand flying to his dick and stroking him off. The sudden handjob made him grunt but the blowjob that followed forced him to moan; tension jolting through his muscles as Aoba's lips pursed just under the tip, sliding further down his cock before lewdly slurping back up.
''Ahh yeah...'' The Commander breathed out, hand on the back of her head and coaxing her into his crotch, bobbing her head back-and-forth. ''Mn... s-shit...''
Aoba just hummed around his cock; mirth audible as she continued bobbing her head. Arguably the lewdest part of the blowjob was the fact he could peek down her vest, her prominent cleavage fuelling his arousal further, especially when she grabbed his right hand and coaxed it towards her chest without a word. He complied, slipping his hand in and, with some effort, worked her left tit out of her vest, the strap coming off of her shoulder with the motion and leaving her with one tit out.
Kneading her breast at his leisure he groaned as another wet slurp carried her up his cock, the saliva on his rock-hard erection gleaming – but rather than go down on him once more Aoba just leaned back. Smirking up at him the journalist leaned back into her seat and brought both legs up; said legs opening wide nary a second later. The invitation was just as tempting as the view, and without question he rubbed his cock down Aoba's pussy, teasing a sigh out of the Ship-Girl.
''C'mon, don't keep me waiting.'' She breathed out, amused.
The Commander complied, and a moment later Aoba let out a deep, satisfied moan as he penetrated her, her loins practically sucking him inside. He went balls-deep on the first thrust, her hot insides coiling tight around his shaft and smearing her honey into it as he started to pull back; reaching no further than that before lust compelled him to jam himself back inside of Aoba, the raw clap of flesh joined by a husky moan from the journalist.
It was just the first of many. Jerking his hips back-and-forth he pumped into her sopping pussy like a man possessed, his hands sliding along her thighs and hooking under her knees somewhere along the line, lifting her legs into a 'W' shape as he fucked her raw. A fact that Aoba, perhaps masterfully, teased him over.
''Nn, ah... still haven't got an answer from you 'bout why, mn, you like doing it bareback so often~'' Aoba teased out, toes curling when he jammed himself in suddenly. ''Mn, right there, r-right there... but yeah, g-gimme an answer already...''
He didn't answer but he didn't need to; the cheeky grin she shot his way arousing. ''Maybe ya wanna get us pregnant? Or maybe you just like the risk of maybe knockin' us up? Ship-Girls like us ain't easy to knock up so- mn, maybe it's a challenge to you. Or maybe you just don't like having a condom on your friend down here...''
A slight curl of her hand, beckoning, was all it took to make him lean forwards – her left hand grabbing his hair and pulling him down to her level.
''And for the record, I wouldn't mind if you knocked me up~''
When faced with such a comment, how could he be expected to not lose control?
A squeal pierced the air as he suddenly went to town on Aoba; rhythmic thrusts forsaken in favour of powerful pounding strokes that stuffed Aoba's needy pussy to the brim, his body pressing down against hers and her squeal soon cut off as a kiss sealed his lips against hers. The cruiser moaned throatily into his mouth, arms throwing themselves around his nape as he railed her pussy, their union sticky as he hilted himself in her again and again.
The chair rocked up against the wall from the motion but Aoba hardly cared; her moans becoming so much more vocal the second he broke off the kiss. Leaning back slightly he grabbed onto her sides and slammed himself up into her, hissing through gritted teeth as he felt her clench so snugly around him, an ensnaring vice that seemed to beg for his seed. A desire that might well come sooner than later; carnal need shooting up his shaft.
''Mn, c'mon~! Bust inside of me Commander~'' Aoba managed to whine out between breaths, eyes lidded as she looked up at him – her legs wrapping themselves around his waist, refusing to let him pull out. ''You know you want it. You know how badly you wanna be a father. To do that... ya gotta get me pregnant first~''
Tightness squeezed his cock, a quivering embrace that pled for warmth.
And after just a few more thrusts he gave her that warmth, shouting out a curse as he hilted inside of Aoba's clingy pussy and painted her insides with his seed – an eruption of spunk painting her walls and flooding her womb as his tip kissed her cervix. Aoba dug her nails into his shoulders, teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she cried out, but there was no ignoring the pleased grin etched onto her face as he creampied her.
Perhaps Aoba had developed something of a creampie fetish in the preceding months, he mused.
Shuddering at the lewd thought he slowly pulled out as his orgasm waned, feeling her insides cling to his cock until the tip finally sprung free from her grasp. Aoba moaned and reclined into her seat, breathing heavily but still grinning – going as far as reaching down with two fingers and spreading her pussy open, teasing him with the temptuous sight, his dick aching to be back inside of her. With one tit still out of her vest and her hair now a mess she looked even more inviting than before, had that even been possible.
For better or worse he was stopped from falling into temptation as lithe arms curled around his left arm, luring his gaze to it. Mogami stood next to him, bereft of cloth as many of her fellows were, only much like Colorado she stood with embarrassment clear; her legs together and shoulders curled inwards, trying to hide her nudity by pushing herself into his side. Incidentally her sizeable breasts were squished together and pushed up a bit, the lewd sight contrasting with her demure expression and light, embarrassed blush.
Without question he slipped his arm free of her grasp and wound it around the small of her back instead, pulling Mogami into a kiss. His horned wife reciprocated albeit hesitantly, mindful of the horn that could scratch him, but he pretended not to notice and just caressed her sides. After a few moments she got more into it and relaxed, arms winding over his nape and deepening the kiss.
The Commander broke it off first, panting but a light smile on his face. ''Where do you wanna do it?''
Mogami spared a glance at the bed and, seeing that it was still full and not wanting to ask others to move for her comfort, instead nodding over to the wall farthest from the window. With an understanding hum he led her over to it and gently turned her to face him, his smile not waning as he hooked his left arm under her right leg and lifted it up, earning an embarrassed sound from the back of Mogami's throat.
Moments later he sunk into her, and that sound melted into a softer, yet no less euphoric moan. The moist heat of her pussy enveloped his shaft and the Commander groaned as he pulled partway out, his thrusts starting slow as he just got used to the position – standing sex was always a touch awkward. Thankfully Mogami wasn't too bothered by the initial difficulty and just held onto his shoulders, her cheeks aflame as she leaned in close, trying to hide her face from the others lest they see her embarrassing expressions.
The Commander responded by leaning up a tiny bit, kissing her on the horn. Sensitive as it was she shuddered in pleasure, affixing him with a bashful frown that just looked so very cute, curls of brown framing her face and emphasising her small nose. Kissing that too, he soon found one of her hands on his nape and pulling him into a proper kiss, a muffled groan filling his mouth as Mogami held onto him tighter.
'Cute.' The Commander mirthfully thought, but didn't tease her.
Instead he let his left hand shift down to her ass and picked up the pace, plunging himself into her drooling pussy, pumping inside hard and fast. The roughness just coaxed more moans from his wife, her grip on him tight as she pulled back from the kiss, staring into his eyes and maintaining eye contact even as he speared into her slick tunnel. Just staring into her rustic-red eyes, feeling her womanhood enveloping his shaft and her nipples grazing his chest as he made love to her; all of it culminated in a blissfully erotic moment.
Mogami was the first to look away; eyes screwing shut as she tilted her head to the side, moaning under her breath. Taking the opportunity presented he pecked her on the cheek then on her lips the moment she looked his way, mindful of her horn as his lips mashed with her own. The need for air though quickly forced them apart so he went for her neck, sucking first then nipping next, the throaty whine he coaxed out of her too erotic to ignore.
''C-Commander...'' Mogami clutched onto him, her breathing hard in his ear. ''I'm, nn,.. getting close...''
''Cum when you want to.'' He whispered soothingly into her ear, kissing it. ''I'm nearly there too.''
Mogami murmured an agreement, clutching onto him tighter as he slowed – and then crying out when he sped right back up, his hips jolting forth and burying himself deep within her drooling tightness. Every thrust sent hot jolts running through his veins, pleasure effervescing up his loins as he pushed past the fatigue weighing him down, railing Mogami even as she clenched tightly around him-
Then at last he fucked her to orgasm. Mogami didn't scream but the sharp exhale that escaped her may as well have been one, her nails digging into his skin as she held on for dear life, jolting and spasming against him as her leg threatened to give out under her. He kept thrusting, managing to last just a couple pumps before a jot of cum escaped – and with a throaty moan of his own he came, hilting inside of his shy wife and impregnating her, every telltale throb of his cock preluding the gush he spewed inside of her.
Until with a heavy groan the Commander pulled out, gladly lowering Mogami's leg back down to the floor. The horn cruiser though didn't relinquish her hold on him, practically draping herself against him with a fatigued moan, her arms locking behind his neck.
''Wanna join the others on the bed?'' He murmured, kissing her cheek.
Mogami squirmed, but at his assurance his wife mumbled an agreement, holding onto him as he dragged her into the throng of bodies.
Their time together carrying on for easily another hour, and perhaps even many more, until they were all satisfied.
X-x-X
The Commander woke slowly the following morning.
It wasn't a quiet stirring but more of a sudden awareness as he woke, blinking a few times up at the grey ceiling overhead. For a moment he just laid there, basked in warmth that was almost smothering, before finally deigning to lower his gaze.
The room was dimly lit, the late morning sky outside his bedroom a bright blue but the window shut, keeping a no-doubt refreshing cool breeze at bay. Probably for the best as the bed he was laying in was cluttered with his naked wives. Allen was cuddled into his left while Kiev was on his right, with Tashkent spooning the larger Destroyer and practically with her head on Kiev's shoulder, snoozing softly. The quilt was pulled over them loosely and at the foot of the bed Z1 had somehow made herself comfortable with a throw pillow, snoring softly in her sleep.
Sitting upright as carefully as he could the Commander awkwardly climbed over Allen without disturbing her, mindful to check if anyone was on the floor before he put a foot down. As he rose to his full height, still groggy and throat in dire need of a drink he remembered his nakedness and, despite the night before, felt heat creep up his cheeks. It was one thing to be nude during an orgy, an entire different thing to be nude outside of that.
He looked around for his missing clothes, but bemusingly came up short. It wasn't hard to figure out one or two of his wives must've swiped his clothes. Over by the window Mogami and Colorado were sharing the beanbag, both unconsciously leaning on one another in their sleep, and he could spy his boxers on Mogami's hips while Colorado had taken to wearing his shirt. After a quick looksie around he did find his shorts, thankfully, and slipped them on, opting to go shirtless until he'd taken a shower. No need to dirty a clean shirt, after all.
Peeking around the bed he found Murmansk on the floor by the bed, his jacket over her along with a her thick fluffy clothes used as a pillow, smiling in her sleep. He decided to leave her be.
Instead he made his way out into the hall, shutting the bedroom door behind him as quietly as he could. Meandering down the hall, his bare feet padding across the cool dark oak flooring, he took a left through the open archway that led into the living room. He wasn't surprised to find the large couch occupied, namely by U-81 and U-556 who spooned one another, a spare blanket draped over them. Laffey joined them on the floor alongside Leonardo, the two girls tucked under a spare quilt and pillows alongside Unicorn.
Meandering around the couch he slipped into the kitchen beyond – and was surprised to see he wasn't the first one up.
''Hm? Ah, morning Commander.'' Aoba greeted lightly, dressed in her black vest along with a pair of purple panties that were slightly askew on her hips, crinkled from sleep. ''Just makin' some coffee. Want some?''
''Sure.'' He mused lightly, making his way behind her and reaching up into the cupboard.
The song of clanking mugs and the rumbling of the kettle filled the lengthy kitchen, a pleasant quiet hanging over them. One that soon tempted the Commander into turning, a mug in each hand as he wound his arms around her waist and kissed her shoulder, earning a small giggle from Aoba herself.
''Really? After last night you're still up and raring to go?''
''Did you expect me to be bedridden for a week?''
''Honestly kind of.'' Aoba glanced back at him with mirth in her eyes. ''But don't think I don't feel you pressing up against my butt.''
The Commander just smiled wryly and kissed her on the cheek, relinquishing her from his grasp.
''Though, you know.'' Aoba spoke up, catching his attention. ''Niimi is in the shower right now, said something 'bout not liking being sweaty or somethin'.''
The way she wiggled her brows made the implication clear.
''Hm... I suppose coffee can wait, no?''
''Damn right it can.'' Aoba yawned into a hand, but her grin didn't abate for long. ''Lemme grab my camera, I wanna get some good shots~''
''And if I pull you in for a threesome?''
''Better hope we don't wake the whole house up~''
The Commander could only chuckle at the challenge – and within the minute, Niimi found herself with two more visitors in the shower.
The bathroom, mercifully, kept their voices contained throughout – the rest of the house's occupants waking not long after they were finished their extended 'shower'.
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