A/N: Actually quite like Kuybyshev's design, meant to write something with her when she came out but never got around to it, mostly because of how the idea I had was a bit on the longer side.

That aside, do enjoy~


Winter's Embrace

One part of being a commander that wasn't often mentioned, was that travel was a frequent occurrence.

Be it from base to base or country to country, he was always on the move and rarely stayed in any one nation for more than a few months. Thankfully each base was self-sufficient and his guidance was not absolutely needed outside of rare circumstances, but he still longed to settle down at one place, at least for more than a few months. It wasn't easy moving between countries and adapting to the various cultures and languages, not to mention moving between temperatures.

Such as going from the hot coast of New York to the frigid cold of the Northern Parliament's base just shy of the arctic. Even now, weeks after he'd first arrived, he still hadn't gotten used to the frigid winds that seemed to penetrate even the thick concrete walls the buildings were made out of, or the way even when the skies were clear and the winds were calm the outdoors was so cold you could freeze if you stood about too long.

However, it did have its charms. The gloomy, constantly-overcast skies had a beauty to them that he'd only recently come to appreciate compared to the sunny skies back home – giving off a sombre but serene quiet, one aided by the fact the base was miles and miles away from the nearest human settlement, only vast snowfields in every direction other than north for as far as the eye could see – and even then to the north laid a vast ice-laden ocean, little to no human activity to be found there either.

The solitude, at least in his opinion, made for a very humbling beauty – reminding him that, no matter how important he was, the world was far vaster than he ever would be, and when he would one day be buried the world would continue to turn without a care. The snowfields would remain. He would not.

The Commander shook his head slightly, a mirthless smile on his face as he made his way through the large dormitory building. 'Maybe I've been working a bit too long. Not like me to be so cynical.'

Good thing his bed was waiting for him. It was still relatively early in the evening but this far north it got dark fast – already the grey clouds beyond the corridor windows were beginning to shift to a darker hue as the sun set, and once it fell fully the area surrounding the base would be illuminated only by the moon glowing across the snow. Enough to make your way about if you were skilled, but with how cold it got, a death sentence regardless.

Humming at the idle thought the Commander turned his gaze ahead. The corridors were quiet and already a good number of his subordinates had retired for the night, the remainder all gathered downstairs in the common area by the fireplace to stay warm; reading books or maintaining equipment, as ships of their nature were wont to do. At the far end of the corridor though laid his own personal quarters, the tall white door standing alone by the far wall, its golden handle cold when he gripped it.

But to his surprise, with a slight push, he managed to open it – it was unlocked.

Curiosity mixed with suspicion and he pushed the door opened slowly, peering inside-

And found his bed occupied already.

''Hm? Ah, there you are Commander~''

''Mm. Welcome back.''

The comfy white bed was by the far wall, flanked by two tall paned windows that showed the snowfields behind it – but his attention was solely on the two women in his bed. Chapayev, and her sister-ship Kuybyshev. The thick white blanket was pulled up to their chests, just the top of their breasts bare, but the lack of any cloth on their shoulders betrayed the fact they were wearing nothing else under that blanket.

'Fuck.' He swallowed. 'That's hot.'

''Fufu, what's the matter, Commander~?'' Chapayev cooed over at him, tucking some blue hair behind her ear. ''Are you not coming to bed? We've kept it nice and warm for you, you know~''

'...please let this go where I think it's going...' If so, then he was one hundred percent down for getting laid.

Externally however he tried his best to play it cool; merely humming and undoing the buttons of his jacket. He meandered towards the bed as he undressed, letting his jacket drop to the floor and his shirt soon following suit. Kuybyshev flushed pink but Chapayev merely cooed, pulling out her side of the quilt and showing off some thigh and a bare hip; the sight of just a bit of nudity turning him on more than he wanted to admit.

His pants fell, and his boxers did too. At first he tried to hide his erection but at Chapayev's coo he stopped his attempt, though he failed to hide his bright blush as he meandered over to her side and, at Chapayev's gesture, shifted past her and eased himself down into a spot between the two Northern beauties. Even though he made a token effort to not look down there was no ignoring the smooth flesh that rubbed up against his as Kuybyshev's thigh brushed against his own, nor how the quilt was lifted just enough that he could look down their naked selves, his eyes tracing Kuybyshev's slim side down her thick thighs and long, attractive legs before glancing over at Chapayev as she turned on her side to face him too, breasts pushed up by an arm with a salacious smile on her lips.

''Are you enjoying the view~?'' The seductress crooned.

''Y-Yeah.'' The Commander blushed at his stutter. ''So uh... what brings you here?''

The giggle that escaped Chapayev helped his blush reach his ears. ''Oh don't play dumb, Commander, we both know you're well aware of why we're here.''

''Indeed.'' Kuybyshev's voice was softer and a touch more demure, but the way she set her hand on his chest, pushing herself into his side told of her own desire. ''...that, and Chapayev said this would be a learning experience. To serve you better.''

''It will in a sense~'' Chapayev tittered mirthfully.

The Commander swallowed, part of him wanting to crawl into the deepest darkest pit in the ground to evade the embarrassment curling up his throat – but his lust won out by a mile, especially when both cruisers were all but inviting him between their legs. The audacious streak was a familiar one with Chapayev, who took to flirting like a fish to water, but it was a surprise to find the more modest Kuybyshev being so bold.

Not that he was complaining. Though Kuybyshev was more reserved than her sister-ship she was equally as beautiful – from her soft demeanour and kind smiles to her long legs and attractive hourglass figure, she was gorgeous in body and soul. The thought of which finally gave the Commander the courage to wrap an arm around both, earning a coo from Chapayev and a bashful smile from Kuybyshev, their nude bodies pressing against his own.

He could feel it all in acute detail. The way their thighs pressed against his own, how their boobs squished into his biceps, how their breath tickled his ears – and then how their slender hands slid down in unison, palms grazing his groin before both of them grabbed his dick, showing a surprising unity as they pumped up to the tip and then back down to the base, the slow stroke forcing a slow, strained moan from the Commander himself.

''Heehee, no need to hold your voice back Commander~'' Chapayev teased, her voice a sweet croon. ''The walls are soundproofed after all~''

''Mm.'' Kuybyshev agreed softly, kissing his jaw. ''Please inform me if I underperform.''

The Commander had no words to say in response – so he didn't try to speak. Instead he tilted his head and captured Kuybyshev's lips in a surprise kiss, her red eye widening momentarily before she relaxed and let it close; humming into his mouth as she reciprocated the kiss. Though it was a slow one her hand wasn't nearly as languid; working in tandem with Chapayev's as both women jerked his dick, with Kuybyshev holding the base while Chapayev held the tip.

The reason why becoming more apparent as Chapayev dexterously worked her fingers, the thumb sliding over the bulbous head and teasing the slit even as she pumped it up-and-down with her sister-ship, the ticklish touch coaxing not a laugh from his lips, but a shuddering moan; his body tensing as their smooth caresses sent waves of pleasure coursed through his lower half. How they could make him feel so good with just their hands was a borderline mystery, yet the Commander couldn't find it in him to ask how they were so good.

Not least when Chapayev tugged on his hair, coaxing him to face her – and then mashed her lips against his. Unlike Kuybyshev Chapayev was much more dominant; her tongue shoving itself into his mouth assertively and wrestling with his own, forcing him into submission even as she teasingly dragged her nail along the tip of his cock; enough to make his toes curl yet far from enough to hurt him.

Then with a heavy exhale Chapayev pulled back. She stared into his eyes for a second, the thin string of spit hanging between their tongues snapping as she smirked, tongue tucked back into her mouth.

Without a word of warning Chapayev then descended down under the covers, her giggle barely muffled by the thick fabric. The Commander went to look, hand grasping the edge of the quilt, but a hand on his cheek turned his head back to Kuybyshev, catching sight of her affectionate smile right before she pulled him into a kiss – and he moaned as she went all out with it, her own tongue invading his mouth as she snaked her arms around his nape, her large breasts squishing into his bare chest as she all but threw herself against him, an endearing moan escaping her throat.

One matched by his own moan as he felt Chapayev's lips encircle his cock. He held onto Kuybyshev with his free arm, squeezing her into his chest even as his tip was engulfed by drooling hotness, inching down halfway before sucking firmly back up to the tip. A tongue, lubed with saliva, dragged itself over the tip not once, not twice but multiple times before doing a sensual loop of his cock-head, utterly drenching his dick with spit before taking it back into the recipient's lewd mouth, sucking on it once more.

''Mm- haah...!'' Breaking off the kiss the Commander wasted no time in pulling up the covers.

The sight that welcomed him was one that burned itself into his memory – Chapayev, with her lips around his cock and sucking him off. The moment he laid eyes on her amusement twinkled in her eyes before she plunged herself down his cock, deep-throating him suddenly and forcing a euphoric moan out of the Commander, his head pushing back into the pillow as his tip grazed the back of her gullet, staying there for only a few moments before she sucked her way back up to the tip.

Then plunged straight back down. With a mixture of confidence and skill Chapayev worked his cock, deep-throating him relentlessly and frying his mind with the pleasure – to the extent that, briefly, he forgot about Kuybyshev even as the cruiser kissed at his neck. He most certainly remembered her, however, as she untangled herself from him and slithered down his side to join her sister-ship, a blush upon her cheeks as she shuffled in. Chapayev popped her lips off of his tip and smiled flirtatiously up at him, joined by Kuybyshev who smiled kindly at him.

''You two... fuck...'' The Commander breathed, bewitched.

A giggle – then as one both cruisers darted in. His cock-head was caught between their warm inviting mouths and the Commander could do nothing but moan as they sucked and licked at his bulbous tip, their lips sliding over the head as their tongues slithered freely. More than once their tongues or lips met but without even hesitating the two women started to make-out, sharing a kiss or two as his cock throbbed and pulsed between their lips, any pre-cum licked up by them.

The rapturous sensation forced a slew of husky grunts and laboured moans from the Commander, his dick pulsing strongly against their lips, but no mercy was to come as they continued their relentless oral assault. From Chapayev's assertive licks to Kuybyshev's more affectionate sucks and hums, the barrage of sensations left his toes curled and his breathing short, the risk of busting his nut all over their faces all too real in that moment.

Perhaps because of that a mercy came, as both of them leaned back, shifting onto their stomachs.

A mercy soon expired as both cruisers hefted their large chests up and squished his cock between them. Though not as intense as their wet blowjobs the sight of their large, squishy tits smothering his cock was one the Commander found extremely erotic, his breathing tight as hisses forced themselves past his lips; the friction of their tits rubbing against his dick threatening to make him bust at any moment.

''C-Crap, you two...!'' The Commander tried to warn them.

A warning unneeded, as just as pre-cum gleamed across his tip Chapayev darted in, caught the tip – and then he came. Clenching his hands into fists the Commander shouted a curse through gritted teeth, mind on fire in the best way possible as he came in Chapayev's mouth – explosive spurts rocketing up and out of his cock, aided by the strong sucks around the tip and no more than the tip. His shaft was still smothered by their breasts, the added pressure only serving to coax more of his seed out.

Until with a heavy exhale Chapayev popped her lips off of his cock, smiling up at him before extending her tongue, showing the cum on it. Pouting Kuybyshev made to lean in for a kiss, no doubt to take some, but like the tease she truly was Chapayev closed her mouth and audibly gulped – keeping his seed all to herself. Kuybyshev made a noise of displeasure at that, but Chapayev just giggled.

''Early bird gets the worm~'' Chapayev teased.

''Hmph.'' Kuybyshev's pout didn't abate.

Not that Chapayev seemed to mind, and he couldn't blame her – Kuybyshev looked cute when pouting. Such thoughts were pushed from his mind though as Chapayev shifted up his front, the bed covers pushed back by her body as she straddled his lap – and when she reclined upright the Commander found himself bewitched by the sight of her nude frame, his eyes darting between her sizeable chest to her slender waist and curvy hips, to her pussy that pressed his cock flush against his groin.

''Still hard? That's good. I like a man who has a lot of stamina~'' Chapayev playfully cooed.

The Commander gulped at that, daring to put his hands on her hips. ''So we uh... doing it?''

Chapayev just let out a mirthful huff, as if it was obvious – and, really, it was. Perhaps because of that the cruiser said nothing and instead sat up on her knees, one hand reaching between her legs and grasping his erect shaft, lifting it up and rubbing her sex on the tip – her lips parting slightly as she teased herself on his tip. A tip still so sensitive from his last orgasm that the Commander could only groan in barely-restrained euphoria, pleasure throbbing up his cock needily.

''Chap- nn!''

Just as he began to call out to her, Chapayev lowered herself down onto him – a husky moan rising from her throat as he entered her. The Commander for his part could only gasp; fingers digging into her curvy hips as her hot pussy swallowed his cock up and squeezed him tight, the welcoming embrace practically frying his mind as she sunk nearly all the way down on the first go. The sound of her hot hum though stirred him from his daze; attention shifting up to meet her amused gaze.

He had held her gaze for less than a second before Chapayev started to ride him; a moan forced from his lips as she rose and dropped back down onto his lap, her flesh smacking his own and his cock buried deep within her slick, clenching tunnel. Despite how intense it was it was just the first of many bounces; her hips rising and falling rhythmically, sapping his strength with each sensual bounce.

''Mm... does it feel good, Commander~?'' Chapayev teasingly called out.

''Y-Yes!'' The Commander could only gasp back, bucking his hips – making her moan – and held her sides. ''You feel so damn good...!''

''Fufu, I'm flattered~''

The Commander smiled tightly back, his eyes screwing shut a moment later as a wave of pleasure simmered up his body – but he forced them back open, unwilling to miss even a second of Chapayev's 'performance'. He was distracted from such a task, however, as Kuybyshev shuffled back up to his left side, a small smile on her face as she watched her sister ride him. Lust overcame him then and without thinking he grabbed her by the back of her head, yanking her in close and mashing his mouth against her own; devouring her surprised moan.

One that melted into a cuter mewl, her arms once more finding themselves around his neck as she made out with him, seemingly quite enthusiastic about it too. He returned her kisses with equal affection, his hand sliding down to her lower back and keeping her close – and a sudden jolt of pleasure in his groin made him break off the kiss, eyes darting to Chapayev as she smirked back at him, grinding herself down onto his dick.

''You're throbbing so much inside of me already. You're not going to cum yet, are you~?'' Chapayev cooed, raking her nails down his stomach playfully.

''N-No.'' He denied, even as he felt the stirrings of pleasure simmer up his shaft.

It was hard to endure the pleasure though when he had Chapayev riding him, her snug, slick pussy smothering his dick with every motion. Tittering at him the aforementioned cruiser went back to bouncing on him, her motions much faster than before as she slapped her thighs down against his, the rapid tempo forcing another strained moan from his chest as he tried, and rapidly failed, to hold back his body's primal need.

''C-Chapayev, slow down...!'' The Commander gasped out, pleading.

The blue-haired cruiser just giggled though, eyes dark with a tinge of sadism as she kept bouncing hard and fast onto his dick, giving him no chance to cool down and last longer. The constant friction against her tightening insides made his heels dig into the bed, his toes curled and his grip on Kuybyshev tight, pressure mounting-

''Shit!''

-and then with an expelled curse, he came; busting his load inside of the cruiser. Chapayev moaned throatily, fist to her collar and a purse-lipped smile upon her features, ecstasy clear as day as she made him creampie her. The tightness that strangled his cock assured all of his seed was coaxed out, aided when the cruiser grinded herself down onto his crotch, going as far as reaching down and squeezed his balls to truly milk him dry.

The Commander released a tense, shuddering breath; trembling slightly as he eased back against the pillows. His breathing was harsh and his forehead was damp with sweat but he couldn't take his eyes off of Chapayev, watching as she rose up – and a light moan escaped her as his dick slipped out, allowing a small trickle of seed to trickle out too.

''Good boy~'' Chapayev teased him, easing herself off to the side. ''Now, why don't you give Kuybyshev some of your 'love' too~''

The words reminded him of the snow-haired cruiser, his eyes flickering left to meet her embarrassed gaze. Despite her clear flusterment Kuybyshev just smiled endearingly at him and slowly eased herself onto his back, one hand tugging on his own, and without a word the Commander complied and shifted on top of the Northern woman. Her legs shifted apart on the bed, easily enabling him to lay down on top of her, his cock flush against her pussy as he started to rock his hips, practically grinding on her.

''Ah...'' The soft moan that escaped her only endeared him further.

However he didn't want to go soft by waiting too long so didn't dally; jerking his cock a few times to get himself as hard as he could before rubbing the tip along her slit, jerking off against her entrance – and then sunk inside. She was very wet, that he noticed immediately as he sunk into Kuybyshev, a tight grunt building in his throat before evolving into a husky moan as he managed to bury most of his dick inside of her, his body flush against hers as much as possible.

Releasing a tense breath he drew his cock out until it felt like he was nearly out, and then swiftly sheathed himself back inside, groaning in bliss as he did so. A sound matched by Kuybyshev as the cruiser held onto him, her fingers digging first into his back and then second at his hips, helping pull him down into her. The closeness of their bodies, coupled with the cold air around them, just made it feel so much more intimate; like they were lovers caught in a snowstorm and trying to stay warm.

''C-Commander...'' Kuybyshev moaned out, her voice trembling with pleasure.

He didn't think. Her moan was stifled as he mashed his lips against hers, the kiss deep and passionate as he drew it out, still thrusting into her quivering grip the whole time – their moans partially muffled by the lip-lock. The need to breathe though forced them apart, his forehead against hers as he put more effort into his thrusts, his slow pumps becoming quicker bucks; stuffing his dick into her slick honeypot and feeling her thighs press against his own, but not close around his hips, allowing him to pull out if he so pleased.

A prospect firmly shelved as a pair of soft tits squished against his upper-back, the playful titter telling of who they belonged to. Pinning her hands on either side of him Chapayev pressed down on his back, practically spooning the Commander and pushing him down towards Kuybyshev, sandwiching him between the two cruisers. He didn't even try to hold back his husky groan, his thrusts quick and passionate as he sought to make Kuybyshev feel as good as possible.

''Does she feel good~?'' Chapayev cooed into his ear, dragging her wet tongue along his earlobe. ''Doesn't my sister's pussy feel just divine~?''

Just hearing Chapayev say something so lewd made the Commander groan. ''Chapayev...''

''You know you want to cum.'' Crooned the temptress. ''Do it. Release yourself inside of her too~''

The Commander responded with a wordless groan, pleasure aching up his shaft as he buried himself into Kuybyshev like a man possessed; their flesh loudly clapping together in tandem with Kuybyshev's sweet moans. He claimed those lips again in a kiss and made out with her even as Chapayev attacked his nape with her own kisses, her sharp sucks no doubt leaving marks but failing to stop him from making out with her sister.

However he was already fatigued from two back-to-back orgasms, he wasn't going to last long. Thus he put everything he had into fucking the cruiser under him, foregoing prolonging their act in favour of blind, furious pounding, fucking a sharp cry out of his partner as he railed her, his dick-tip kissing her innermost parts over and over again, her walls clenching down on his shaft as she squeezed him so very tightly-!

And then he came. He slammed in up to the hilt and gasped as he came, squishing Kuybyshev down into the sheets as he felt her nectar gush around his cock, her cry stifled by the awkward, mashed kiss, their throats closing up as pleasure coursed through them and rendered them momentarily incapable of speech; further squashed as Chapayev kept her body against his, preventing him from pulling out even if he wanted to.

How long the moment dragged on for he wasn't entirely sure, time losing all meaning as he stayed balls-deep inside of Kuybyshev's soaking-wet pussy.

Only that at some point Chapayev climbed off of him and the Commander pulled out, releasing a fatigued moan the moment he did so, the air so much colder than Kuybyshev's insides were. ''Fuck...''

His eyes ran down Kuybyshev's front, trailing over her flushed-red face, her heaving, marshmallowy breasts, her taut stomach and her cum-leaking slit – before Chapayev obstructed his view, climbing on top of her sister-ship.

One hand pulling her cheek back, showing her own pussy.

''Won't you take me again, Commander~?''

Despite his fatigue, despite his sensitivity-

His answer was obvious.

And Chapayev's cries echoed freely as a result, and in time, so too did Kuybyshev's.

X-x-X

The Commander woke up suddenly.

It wasn't with a jolt nor a flinch, but a sudden awareness as consciousness came back to him. The white ceiling overhead, with bears and sickles drawn upon it, told him that he was in the dormitory in the Northern Parliament. The howling wind outside only confirmed that.

When he looked down, however, the events of last night flashed through his mind. There on either side of him, practically sandwiching him between them, was a nude Kuybyshev and Chapayev. Both were sleeping soundly and had small smiles on their faces, seeming almost innocent in their slumber as they cuddled into him, their breathing soft and slow.

Of course, their nudity also kind of captured his attention; openly staring at their chests that squashed into his sides, his arms loosely draped around them.

'...should I get up now, or should I stay in bed with two hot cruisers...?' The Commander mused to himself.

After a second he made his decision; sighing as he reclined into the bed, getting comfy.

'I wonder if they'd be up for some morning fun in the shower too...'

He wouldn't have to wait long, with any luck.

[END]