A/N: Lützow is one of those ships that initially somewhat went under my radar; though I had always intended to give the SMS girls some love, I believe I was busy with other things at the time and as a result mostly forgot about them. Unfortunate, but a common theme, it seems.

Regardless, I hope you enjoy this lewd of her here and now~


Lazy

One task the Commander often had to deal with, was who to have as his secretary.

The requirements for the job weren't strenuous and because of that practically the entire base could apply for it – for better or worse. The good thing was that he had a near-endless supply of helpers. The downside was that not all of those helpers were actually good at being secretaries, or used the job as a way to get closer to him without actually doing much of the work, pretty much making his day even harder than it usually was anyway.

Lützow was firmly in the middle when it came to those two groups. One on hand she was actually a capable secretary when she wanted to be, with a knack for filing and organisation that rivalled Bismarck's organisational skills. On the other hand she was lazy like no other and had zero qualms about taking three lunch breaks, all of them on the couch while she did her nails. She embodied laziness in a nutshell; efficient for the sole purpose of having to do less work.

Had she been anyone else he would've swapped her out with another girl the next day, as was so often the norm... but, he had to admit she had her charm points.

And Lützow knew it. It didn't take the Battlecruiser more than a few hours to figure out what made him tick; what she needed to do to catch his eye and make his protests about work fumble into stammers, much to her eternal amusement. Whether it be as something as simple as a sexy pout or flashing a bit of thigh, she was a master tease that rivalled Prinz Eugen easily, only instead of being overtly seductive she was laid-back and flirty.

Naturally, it also meant his productivity had slowed significantly. One because he was being distracted by her, and two because anything that didn't fit within the boundaries of 'secretary duties' was left to him, even if Lützow herself had finished her work for the moment. He couldn't fault her for that because technically she was in the right, he had only hired her for the role, but it was bothersome that she didn't extend a helping hand his way.

...then again, the thigh shots made up for it. Perhaps the main reason why he didn't replace her.

The fact she seemed aware of that and didn't mind being his eye candy simultaneously left him flustered and annoyed.

Shaking off such thoughts the Commander focused on his work once more; tuning out Lützow's casual humming along with the noise coming from outside; some fleets coming back from a practice sortie, he presumed. Which meant more reports from the exercise leaders and observers, although he could tackle them tomorrow. Another shake of his head pushed the thoughts away and he tried to focus, reading through the document for the third time before stamping his approval on it, sifting through the pile to the next one.

He got no further than the third sheet before Lützow's hums grew louder; the curvaceous Battlecruiser meandering up to his side and filing some stuff into the filing cabinet. ''And... there. Done. Ugh, can't believe you're makin' a lady slave away for you...''

''Good work.'' The Commander muttered distractedly.

He felt her eyes on him for as long moment, and just when he started to turn his head to look at her she hugged him.

Or to be more precise, she pushed her tits against the side of his head.

''Aw c'mon, don't act salty. I'm just doin' my job~'' Lützow whined, though he could detect a playful undercurrent to her words.

''That you are.'' The Commander responded stiffly, trying in vain to not acknowledge how big and soft they felt- too late. ''Now please return to your desk and continue your work. You've had enough breaks today as it is.''

''Hrn.'' Lützow stepped back and put a hand on her hip. ''Say, thoughts on me skipping the rest of the day? It's too nice outside to just stay indoors.''

''Denied.''

''Hm...'' The mischief lacing her voice immediately put him on-guard. ''And what if I was to do you a lil... favour~?''

The seductive lilt of her voice instantly filled his head with countless thoughts, each lewder than the last – not helped by the many poses she'd struck over the last day or two. From bending over far more than needed to lifting her skirt to flash her thigh, to arching her back and emphasising her damn hot figure; it took a conscious effort to stop his thoughts from going absolutely wild. She was stood right there after all.

Stood there and waiting on his answer. Now that he glanced up at her he could see the playful grin on her lips, a touch smug and knowing, as if there was no way he could refuse her offer. Part of him wanted to decline just to see her smugness give way to that damn cute pout... but, at the same time, the offer she laid before him was too tempting. Scandalous, yes, but oh so tempting. Even if she was just riling him up and going to give him a kiss on the cheek or something, the mere chance that it might evolve into something more...

He swallowed, looked away in some vague hope it'd give him the strength of will to refuse... but it didn't.

''V... Very well.''

''Sweet!'' Lützow chirped, already making her way towards the door. ''Have fun with work~!''

She opened the door but slowed in the opening, hand sliding along the ajar door as she peered back at him, her eyes becoming lidded while her smile turned seductive. ''And I'll be waiting for you in your room at seven o'clock sharp~''

Then without another word the Battlecruiser disappeared out of the sight, her giggles audible until the door thudded shut.

Leaving the Commander wrought with anticipation.

X-x-X

By the time the Commander was finished with work, night had fallen.

The skies beyond his humble command building-come-home had darkened to black, the sun setting fully not ten minutes beforehand, whilst the heavy clouds obscured the stars and rising moon. A good chunk of the base had retired to the dorms but a few groups could still be seen going to and fro, be it to the bar for drinks or just a cool moonlit walk alone or with others, their murmurs carried upon the wind even if their contents were rendered unintelligible.

The Commander savoured the quiet dark as he ascended the stairs to the third floor of the command building, up where his room was located. He passed by empty supply rooms all the way down to his room at the end of the hall, peering briefly out the window to the base beyond before glancing at the door. It was unlocked and slightly ajar, the amber light within cutting a line through the dim. A line that soon widened as he pushed the door open.

His room was a quaint one – bed in the corner, desk under the window, bookshelves next to the door and a bathroom connected via a door on the left-handed wall, but his gaze wasn't on any of that. Instead his full attention was on the Battlecruiser sat on his bed, idly checking her nails and with her legs languidly swaying over the edge. Lit only by his bedside lamp Lützow was cast in a warm orange light, her features illuminated as she tilted her hand this way and that.

Then her eyes flickered his way, a mirthful smile curling at her lips. ''You just gonna stand there and stare~?''

The Commander flushed, attempting – and promptly failing – to compose himself by coughing into a fist. Lützow snickered at his attempt and rose to her feet, the motion smooth and daresay sensual with amusement rich on her features as she sauntered up to him. He nudged the door shut behind him but didn't have the guts to do much else, his heart pounding in his chest as his sassy secretary smirked up at him.

''So.'' She drawled. ''What'cha think is gonna happen~?''

''Er... well I was thinking...''

''Uh-huh? Go on.''

He couldn't. He knew damn well what he wanted – he wanted to pin Lützow to the bed and utterly fuck her senseless. He wanted to strip her naked and see her in her entirety, he wanted to have his head between those gorgeous thighs, he wanted to pound her until she cried his name... so many wants, and all of which he found himself unable to voice, embarrassment overtaking him and leaving him a stilted mess.

Until Lützow suddenly laughed. ''Geez, relax! You're way too tense Commander, that's not good for your health, y'know?''

She reached up and pinched his nose. ''Take it easy. We both know what we want, right? And I do owe ya for letting me ditch work early~''

Her voice lowered to a teasing, mirthful coo – and then her lips were against his own. The kiss came so suddenly he didn't consciously register it for a solid second or two, but the moment he did he utterly melted into it, his hands landing on Lützow's sides as he reciprocated. He felt her lips quirk up at the corners and she drew back just long enough to catch a breath before kissing him once more, the slowness of it letting him savour every last second of the act.

Lützow was the first to pull away, her smirk seeming so much softer in the amber light as she untangled herself from his grasp – her left hand falling into his right and pulling him over towards the bed. The Commander could only numbly follow; utterly bewitched by his own secretary as he sat down on the bed – but rather than join him Lützow knelt down in front of him, her smirk unfading as she reached between his legs.

''Now let's see what ya got packing~''

His belt came undone by his own hands in record time, leaving it up to Lützow to undo his zipper – and a pleased coo escaped the Battlecruiser as his dick sprung out, practically smacking her in the face. Unphased by his swollen erection Lützow curled her fingers around the base and stroked up to the head, her smooth palm soon pressing into his shaft as she worked her hand along his cock, the slow wrist-bobs taking his breath away.

Humming under her breath Lützow leaned in, lips parting – and without warning her tongue lashed over the head. The jolt of pleasure it stabbed down his cock made him gasp, then moan; a simmering bliss shaking through his groin as Lützow's devious tongue lashed at the tip repeatedly. She got creative about it, sometimes licking the slit and other times circling the head, her eyes rarely leaving his as she licked and stroked his dick at the same time.

''A-Ahh... damn, you're good at this...'' The Commander murmured out.

''Heh, thanks.'' Lützow remarked, putting her lips around the tip and sucking – humming when he moaned. ''That feel good huh?''

''Y-Yeah...''

Mirth gleamed in her amber gold eyes and without another word she sucked him off some more, the suction slight yet electrifying his nerves all the same. Her fingers shifted down more to the base and stroked that part of his cock earnestly; short, tugging motions that coaxed groans and moans up his throat, the Battlecruiser working his dick masterfully. He almost wanted to ask if she had past experience but held his tongue, not wanting to ruin the moment with an awkward question.

Thoughts of questions were firmly shoved to the back of his mind as she took his tip back between those plump pink lips. They glided down his gleaming cock and smeared her saliva into his shaft, sucking her way back up to the head before sensually descending once more, her eyes closing as she devoted all of her attention to blowing him. The wet cavern of her mouth engulfed him deeper and deeper, more of his cock sheathed betwixt her guiding lips, her tongue lashing at the sensitive tip or around the shaft – it was heavenly, unquestionably.

Yet the Commander endured. With groans abound he clutched onto the sheets and shuddered as Lützow's head descended into his crotch, her hands on his thighs and her hair tickling his clothed thighs. If he tipped his head back just enough he could only see the top of her head bobbing into his crotch, her wet sucks intimately audible in that moment and forcing a groan from his throat.

''Mmlph~'' Lützow deliberately hummed; opening her eyes and staring up at him as she gave a long, pronounced suck right up to the tip – until the tip sprung from between her lips.

Her hand jerked him off with sudden vigour, going from tip to base with swift, pleasurable strokes that took the air from his lungs. Then with equal suddenness she took his tip between her lips once more, humming as she plunged back down and went back to nearly throating him, the tip grazing the back of her wet, inviting throat, yet Lützow barely gagged even as she threatened to deep-throat his dick.

''Hnf, oh s-shit Lützow...'' The Commander breathed out shakily. ''I-If you keep doing that I'll cum...''

A harder suck answered him. The Commander hissed through gritted teeth, leaning back on one hand as his other landed on the back of her head, pushing Lützow into his crotch more actively as she sucked and slurped his cock, her motions as unending as they were vigorous. It was hard to resist, and even harder to endure; his cock aching for release as those femme fatale lips glided along his cock, sucking him in as if inviting his load down her throat.

Alas as tempting as it was to bust down her throat, his body craved release elsewhere – and thus with a groan he pushed on Lützow's forehead. Taking the hint Lützow popped her lips off of his cock with a light inhale, wiping at her lips and raising one brow at him curiously, as if surprised he'd actually stopped her before he could finish. His dick was certainly protesting about it, aching and throbbing to be back inside her warm wet mouth.

''Lay down on the bed.'' The Commander ordered, though the horny rasp to his voice ruined whatever commanding effect he wanted it to have.

Lützow just smirked, amused but compliant as she climbed onto the bed next to him and eased herself down, curiously looking at him as he shifted in front of her and raised her legs – but rather than remove her underwear or slip it aside he instead pushed her thighs together, then slid his cock between them.

Instantly the soft warmth of her thighs greeted the Commander, a tight moan forced up his throat as he began to thrust, jamming his dick between the Battlecruiser's tender thighs. It might not be as wet nor as hot as her mouth had been but there was something especially erotic about fucking her thighs, feeling the heat radiating off of her skin as his cock slid between them, eased between them by the spit smeared all over his throbbing shaft.

''Geez, I know you liked my thighs, but to this extent?'' Lützow remarked with a sassy smirk. ''Maybe that's why nobody on the base thinks you're a perv, you're always staring at their legs instead of their chests.''

The Commander didn't answer, not out of embarrassment but distraction – every ounce of air expelled in moans as he kept fucking her thighs, unable to get enough of it. The friction of his dick along her skin, the warmth, the way she consciously squeezed her thighs together to make it extra snug for him, all of it was just too much, especially after her blowjob.

''Hn-!''

With a tight grunt the Commander came, one final slam jamming his dick between her thighs and shooting out a thick rope of cum straight up her clothed tummy. Lützow yelped a little in surprise, cheeks flaring red as he cummed up her skirt and and blouse, repeated spurts of white staining the fabric. His hips rocked unevenly, slipping his tip between her thighs and cumming on them too, the last few spurts spent in the warm embrace of them.

Until Lützow opened her legs that is; lolling them apart and revealing the sticky, gleaming cum on her thighs. The sight made him shudder and he couldn't deny how horny he was despite just cumming, his dick aching and tender yet raring to go right then and there – the only thing holding him back being his breathless state, needing a moment to just breathe.

''So, ya all done?'' Lützow languidly inquired, stretching with a decidedly erotic mewl. ''Can I go back to my room now? Or d'ya wanna let me sleep here for the night?''

''We're not done yet.'' The Commander rumbled.

''Oh? Ya gonna put it inside, is that is?'' Lützow teased. ''What if I say we're done for the night, hm~?''

''Lützow...''

''Pfft, your face! You looked so pitiful there.'' Lützow grinned cheekily at him. ''Alright, alright, I'll let you put it in~''

Her lithe fingers grazed down under her skirt, tucking her crimson panties to one side and revealing her nether lips. The Commander didn't hesitate to shift into position, his tip rubbing down her slit repeatedly and just relishing the friction, the sensation of his dick against her slit, his need growing with the motion and his breath bundling in his throat-

Until he expelled it with a moan as he slid inside of Lützow. Perhaps it was because of how sensitive he was but she felt amazing, her loins coiling tight around his dick and strangling him as he sunk into her hot pussy. Easily half of his dick fit in before he met much resistance, and on the next thrust he inched in deeper; several repeated, if rough thrusts sinking his shaft deeper into the Battlecruiser.

''Mn- hnf...!'' Gritting his teeth the Commander finally got most of is dick within her, their union leaving him quaking with pleasure. ''Lützow, fuck...''

''Ooh, not often I get to hear you swear~'' Lützow cooed from under him, mirthful. ''Are ya really that pent up? Or are you just totally into me?''

''Bit of both.'' He admitted, hands on the quilt as he reared back – and plunged back in.

Lützow arched her back at that, a sound of pleasure lifting off of her tongue before she eased back onto the bed. Her lips pursed and she sucked on her bottom lip a second later, groaning as he slid into her again, the pleasure written on her face. That if anything just emboldened the Commander to continue, confident she was feeling as good as he was and eager to make her feel even better; his thrusts steadily gaining momentum as he buried himself within her clamping tunnel.

His bed rocked with the motion, the headboard banging up against the wall quietly at first but the harder he thrust the louder it thumped – up until Lützow reached back with one hand and held it still, grinning up at him. The Commander loved that look on her face. Cheekiness mixed with flirtatiousness. It just made him pump into her more, his shaft sliding between her wet insides and feeling her coil tight around him, her ensnaring heat driving him wild.

''Mn... ah... nn- hnf...'' Lützow panted out, lolling her head first to the left, then the right. ''Not bad... feels dang good...''

The Commander didn't dare waste the breath answering, opting instead to shift closer – and then in the heat of the moment darted down and kissed her. Though surprised Lützow reciprocated all the same, a hum bubbling up her throat as her lips mashed with his own. He broke the kiss off first, expelling a groan as he propped himself back up on his hands and kept firmly jamming his dick into her slippery pussy.

Lützow caught his cheek then with her free hand, biting her bottom lip and moaning past her pursed lips, her expression so cutely scrunched up he couldn't resist – giving her a quick peck and shifting his hands down to her sides, lifting them off of the bed slightly, before he went to town on her. This time a cry broke past Lützow's pursed lips as he railed her well and true, their loins squelching together as he slammed into her sopping pussy relentlessly, entering her velvety grip like a man possessed.

''Y-Yeah! That's it! K-Keep- nn~!'' Lützow threw her head to one side, gasping. ''Right there...!''

The Commander barely heard her but complied all the same, his grip on her sides ironclad – his mind overtaken by sheer primal lust as he plunged into her molten core. Her velvety walls constricted his cock with repeated, tightening squeezes that threatened to make him cum at any moment, his tip kissing her cervix with equal haste, pulsating against her deepest parts with need. As if to push him to his limit Lützow feverishly grinded herself down onto him, hips rising and falling in rapid, if ragged rolls, stirring him around her smothering wet warmth.

Until suddenly he went over the finish line, heat lancing up – and with a moan of pure euphoria the Commander slammed inside of Lützow, finishing within her. Her tightness became so much more acute and it felt like she was milking him dry, his hips jerking back-and-forth in hurried, clumsy motions, the added friction frying his addled mind and leaving him a senseless slave to the moment, dick jamming between her glistening petals.

Fatigue was quick to set in, however, his muscles locking up and forcing him to a halt – a soft, drawn-out hiss escaping him as he steadily pulled out of Lützow's gleaming pussy, the tip finally springing out from her petals.

''Mm...'' Lützow's lithe fingers rubbed circles on her sex. ''Feels so warm. You better take responsibility though, Commander~''

The teasing lilt to her voice never failed to make his cheeks burn, but the Commander just nodded, not arguing given he'd just nutted in her.

Apparently pleased with that Lützow shifted onto her side, and with a cute grunt onto her front; shoulders down against the bed but her ass up, her cheeky grin seen from over her shoulder. ''Heh, good. Now... wanna go again~?''

As if to emphasise her invitation further two lithe fingers laid themselves on her folds and spread herself open, her quivering pink flesh mottled with his seed, Faced with such an inviting sight the Commander had no chance of resist, shifting behind her and rubbing his sensitive tip along her slit, jerking himself off as he did so – and then without warning plunged back inside, eliciting a sharp moan from both subordinate and superior as he stuffed himself inside of her.

Laying his hands upon her hips the Commander hissed out a tight breath, mind briefly overcome with the euphoric sensation – her sticky, slick hotness constricting his dick, but not stopping him from sliding back out. A small moan was fucked out of Lützow as he jammed himself back inside of her, filling her suddenly and relishing the tight squeeze that pressed down upon his cock, made all the more pleasurable with how sensitive he was.

''Mynn~ That's it Commander, fuck me up~'' Lützow whined into the bed, fingers gripping the quilt when he slammed into her harder than before. ''Hehe, so you do like it when I say it like that~''

The Commander said nothing, if only to not give her any more ammunition. Lützow, however, was undeterred – a slew of whiny noises escaping the Battlecruiser even as he plunged into her harder and faster, his groin clapping against her ass and jolting her curvaceous bod forwards. Without her hand to hold onto the headboard the slab of wood went back to banging upon the wall, the dull, repeated thuds echoing throughout the bedroom.

It only added to the moment, if anything. With a stifled groan the Commander ran his hands up her sides and fumbled with her top, and with a giggle Lützow reached under herself and unbuttoned her blouse, freeing her large tits. The Commander wasted no time in grabbing them, her lacy bra lasting all of a second before it was pushed up and her boobs fell into his waiting palms; groped and kneaded as he ruthlessly stuffed her quivering pussy to the brim.

''Hn~'' Lützow's whine of sheer need just drove him even crazier.

Which perhaps contributed to him pounding her senseless. Pushing past the fatigue and any lingering morality holding him back the Commander went to town on her Ironblood pussy like she was the last woman on the planet, his cock sliding into her tightening tunnel and kissing her cervix with all the force of a battering ram. Lützow answered him with her cries, pleasure on her tongue, but he simply kept railing her without relent.

Releasing her jiggling breasts the Commander jerked back upright, his pace slowing just long enough for Lützow to catch a breath – and then immediately fuck it back out of her as he yanked her hips back towards him, stuffing himself into her tightness, hilting himself within her drooling pussy. Senseless grunts and growls forced their way out of his throat but the Commander was barely cognizant of it, devoted entirely to stuffing her needy pussy, of feeling her clamp tightly around his shaft-!

''AH~!''

Lützow's cry suddenly pierced the air and her insides smothered his shaft, her whole body tensing as she orgasmed – and the realisation pushed him over the edge as well, two pumps all he managed before he released himself inside of the Battlecruiser. He pushed his weight onto her as he came, causing her knees to give out and letting him pin her flush against the bed prone-bone, his tip nuzzled up against her cervix as he pumped his load into her innermost parts.

How long he stood there he wasn't sure. Time lost all its meaning as he stayed buried up to the hilt in Lützow, his body tense – and then all at once he went limp, groaning into her ear as he just laid on top of her, panting.

''Ugh...'' Under him Lützow grunted, elbowing him. ''You're squashing me.''

With a breathless noise that might've been an apology the Commander pushed off of Lützow, his dick finally going soft as he sat down next to her. ''Phew... that was great.''

''Mmhm, not a bad performance, I'd say~'' Lützow languidly remarked, still staying on her front. ''Wouldn't mind if you boned me again sometime. In exchange for more time-off, 'course.''

''That... can be arranged.''

Lützow just laughed at his attempt at seriousness. One ruined by the crimson blush upon his cheeks.

[END]