A/N: I should really write more Leipzig stuff, she's cute. Also her maid skin is lewd.
Do enjoy~
Squeak Louder, Little Bird~
With the war against the Sirens ongoing, Ship-Girls found themselves facing a particular problem; interaction with the wider public.
Depending on what country, and even what town they were in, the attitude towards them varied. Some saw them as saviours, no different than sailors and soldiers but just of a higher grade, whilst others saw them as literal angels that came to save them from the evil Sirens coming to raze humanity's shores. Others, however, saw them more negatively. They argued they were unneeded now that the Sirens had been pushed back, that the budget for the navy should be scaled back so it could be diverted to other industries or places, whilst some just flat-out hated them for being what they were. Whether out of inferiority, resentment of just plain senseless hate, the sentiments remained.
Thus, it was decided that Ship-Girls would be integrated more into wider society. This was only made plausible by the gains made against the Sirens; with them pushed back there was a surplus of ships with little to do but patrol already-patrolled areas, and there was only so much training and self-refinement that could be done before any gains were negligible. Thus, with the navy always eager to put idle hands to work, the Societal Aid Program was created. Specifically, to put Ship-Girls to work in civilian jobs, less so for money or experience but more to improve the opinion of the general public.
Leipzig found herself enrolled in the program. Specifically, to work at a maid café.
''P-Please come again!''
The couple she'd seen off waved back to her and continued on their walk down the street, any words said lost to the ever-present clamour of voices, cars passing by and honking horns.
Leipzig sighed in relief, her hands now finally free of fliers after handing out the last of them – the couple being kind enough to take the final few sheets to give to their friends. With that her task of standing outside and handing out fliers was done, though her shift was not. Small mercies that the owner was a kind old man and would cut her some slack; she didn't think she'd be able to handle the job if she had to work under someone dictatorial.
Glancing about and seeing nobody else wanting her attention Leipzig ducked inside the store once more; the bell overhead jingling as she entered. The café was relatively quiet at this hour, the rush hour having passed and leaving just half-a-dozen couples sitting about, some making idle chat whilst others were preparing to leave. Leipzig though crossed the dark brown flooring towards the counter at the far end, the register currently ran by Ulrich von Hutten – the Battleship dressed in up in full maid attire as she worked, her appearance doing well to keep any troublemakers in line, not that the store saw many of them.
''Eugen's in the back.'' Ulrich told her idly.
''A-Ah, thank you.'' Dipping her head Leipzig squeezed past, hurrying into the back.
Though they were not as close as sisters, she had come to rely on Prinz Eugen a lot as of late, particularly in this line of work. Where Leipzig was best compared to a flighty bird, Eugen oozed such confidence she was a model waitress – confident, sly, but smart and knowing when to draw the line between a tease and kicking someone out; usually for groping one of the servers. Then again, Ulrich solved that problem well enough when she dragged one of them out the back and left him in the trash. That scared off most of his comrades from trying anything else, and word must've gotten around from then.
Leipzig found herself smiling slightly from the memory but shook her head lest someone notice and ask questions. Just in time too as she stepped through the side door into the lounge area – a quaint square room with a kitchenette off to to the right and several couches off to the left, with a table and chairs in the middle. Otherwise it was a fairly plain room; the same dark wood flooring as the main room, the same matching walls with plants popped about in the corners to add some colour; it was modern but tastefully so.
Prinz Eugen was in the kitchenette half of the room. Leaning up against the counter and playing on her phone the silver-haired cruiser looked as stunning as ever, from her flowing silver hair to the black dress she wore, only vaguely maid-like but charming all the same. Be it her thigh-highs that climbed her long legs to the top that pushed up her considerable bust, she was attractive in ways that left Leipzig feeling self-conscious of her own figure and attire. An attire that Eugen herself had picked out for her.
Which, in hindsight, was probably why it showed off a bit too much of her chest for her liking.
Chasing off such thoughts Leipzig paid Eugen a passing greeting and made her way over to the coffee machine, the slow clanking of mugs joined by the beeps and buzzes of Eugen's phone. The silver-haired cruiser was deep into whatever she was doing, lacking her usual chattiness, but Leipzig was fine with that. Just being near her left her at ease.
''Eugen!'' Ulrich suddenly called from the front, voice only somewhat muffled by the walls. ''Give me a hand with the order!''
Prinz Eugen sighed and set her phone down. ''Couldn't even give me five minutes... oh well~ Be back soon, Leipzig~''
''S-See you.'' Leipzig smiled bashfully at her junior, watching as Eugen swept out of the room, her strides long yet graceful.
Only when the door drifted shut, closing with a click, did Leipzig allow herself to relax with a dreamy sigh. She hoped she could be as... wow as Eugen. She wasn't even sure how to describe it. Sexy, yes, but... cool, in a way? Alluring confidence, bombshell looks but a wit and charm that felt so enamouring. Maybe she could be like that someday... if the stars aligned, that is. She didn't think they'd be doing that anytime soon, unfortunately.
Buzzing, however, distracted Leipzig from her thoughts. With a clink her spoon came to rest by her mug and she looked over at Eugen's phone, left unattended out on the counter. It buzzed again, then a couple of seconds later buzzed once more. From her spot a few feet away she couldn't tell what was being said but she could see the familiar pop-up of messages coming in, and a shameful sort of curiosity welled within her.
'I can't.' She looked back at the coffee machine, pouring herself some before adding a splash of milk. 'Plus, if Eugen was to come back and see me...'
Yet the thought remained, and as the phone continued buzzing and Eugen failed to return, she became tempted. She knew she shouldn't do it. She knew it was bad – but maybe it was okay to be a bad girl for a change.
A heartbeat later Leipzig hurried over, glancing first at the door then at the phone. Texts came up from all sorts of people – Bismarck said something about a meeting, Z24 was asking Eugen to bring her back some dark chocolate cake, so on. Biting her lip Leipzig dared to click on the messaging app, opening the messages up in full and snooping about. The vast majority of the texts seemed to be innocuous; Hipper was typing in all caps about her using her favourite band shirt, Z2 was reminding her about some form she needed to fill out, Z1 was asking if she wanted to go hang out.
Oh, and she also had a pic sent from Prince of Wales, surprisingly. Without thinking Leipzig clicked on it – and instantly she was treated to a racy selfie from the Royal Navy woman, her curvaceous frame clad in naught but a pair of lacy red underwear, pushing up her already-ample chest whilst leaving her slim waist and long, creamy legs on full display, her suggestive smirk leaving Leipzig feeling hot under the collar.
A peek at another photo further up, only the bottom of it visible, made Leipzig put her thumb onto the screen and flick up. And instantly her face, already burning hot, felt like it might explode as she saw Prinz Eugen in lacy black panties, reclining on her bed with a glass of wine in her free hand. Her face was partially hidden behind the camera but her smirk could still be seen, legs crossed gracefully... and without a bra, letting her ample breasts spill apart.
'O-Oh... ohh...' Leipzig mentally shut-down, gawking at her bombshell comrade, feeling almost faint from the erotic sight. 'I-I shouldn't be looking at this, I-'
Just then she heard the cash register ding, followed by footfalls coming back towards the break room. Eugen was coming.
Panic struck Leipzig and she rushed to put the phone down, but in her haste she lost her grip on it. It flew free and she gasped as she caught it, but like a bar of soap it slipped free, leaving her desperately juggling the phone, cupping it and causing it to fly towards her-
-when it bumped against her chin and fell, sliding down into her cleavage.
Not a second later the door clicked open and Prinz Eugen waltzed inside, humming a light tune under her breath. Her shut eyes fluttered open and immediately one brow raised as she gazed at Leipzig – the poor blonde left standing with hands frozen in motion.
''Um, I-I...'' Leipzig stammered.
''...mm? What's the matter?'' Eugen curiously inquired, strutting up to her comrade languidly. ''Get scared by a spider?''
''M-Maybe...!'' Leipzig clung onto the excuse, plastering a sheepish smile on her face – but Eugen was no fool. The blush on her face, the tension, it gave her away that it might well not be just a spider.
However Eugen said nothing and merely swept her gaze over the nearby counter-top, scanning for the guilty bug, only to notice the absence of something. ''Hn. Do you know where my phone went? Pretty sure I left it here.''
Leipzig opened her mouth to speak-
Bzzt~
-and a soft, surprised moan escaped her as Eugen's phone vibrated between her breasts, both taking her off-guard, and making her feel a little good.
''Oh? That's rather odd, I could've sworn I heard my phone vibrate just then.'' Eugen slowly remarked, a playful smirk curling at her lips as she closed the distance between her and the senior cruiser – a finger to her chin lifting Leipzig's head. ''Would you happen to know where it went~?''
''I-I, um...''
Another vibration, one that left Leipzig shivering and whimpering.
''Oh, I think I know where it went.'' Eugen let her eyes fall – and from so close she could see her phone now, the black object tucked between Leipzig's generous bust. While not as busty as Eugen herself, she was far from small and quite perky. ''Hm... is this a kink, I wonder?''
''N-No! It just fell in there, a-and I tried to catch it but couldn't-!''
''So you were looking at my messages, I'm guessing?''
''...y-yes...'' Came Leipzig's pitiful whimper.
Chuckling lightly Eugen dipped her hand in, the back of her fingers brushing against Leipzig's shapely breasts before pinching her phone and pulling it out, peeking at the contents on it. Her brows rose slightly and a hum escaped her nary a second later, her thumb flicking the screen down a couple of times until she got to the newest message left by Wales. She stared for a good few moments before saving it to her gallery.
''I'm sorry...'' Leipzig apologised meekly. ''I-I know I shouldn't have looked, but I couldn't stop myself...''
''Hm... is that so~'' Eugen, as always, remained amused.
''I'll make it up to you! Anything!'' Leipzig hurried to add. ''J-Just please don't hate me...''
Prinz Eugen hummed mirthfully at that, eyes crinkling with her amusement. ''Oh, I could never hate you Leipzig. But you should be more careful about offering 'anything' to someone...''
Leipzig squeaked as Eugen pulled her by her wrist, sending her stumbling into the counter – and allowing Eugen to shift in front of her, hand on her thigh.
''Because I might take you up on that offer~''
Leipzig felt like she might faint. The light-headedness that warned of it loomed but at the same time excitement pumped through her veins, tentative and laced with fear, but the lurid mix of feelings in her heart stalled any fainting for just a moment. The memory of Eugen topless, sending it to a friend or possibly lover, lived rent-free in her mind and the sight of Eugen right in front of her, smirking and teasing her with the prospect of making her pay her debt...
''...a-and what if I want you to...?''
It was a whimper, hurried past her lips ever so meekly, but it got a raised brow out of Eugen. For a second, that is, before her brows dipped and a husky chuckle escaped her.
''Well well, I wasn't expecting to have dinner for another few hours, but if you insist~''
Anything Leipzig wanted to say instantly ceased to be as Prinz Eugen closed the gap; claiming her lips. The suddenness of it made Leipzig momentarily shut down, startled out of it when she felt Eugen's right hand slip up her bare thigh. A shudder roiled through her then, coaxing out with it a shy moan that filled Eugen's mouth, her whole body relaxing as she tentatively reciprocated the kiss. The other cruiser hummed back, dragging the moment out for just a little longer, their heads tilting slightly as they got more into it.
Eugen was the one to break it off first, shooting her an amused smirk before closing the distance once more, their lips connecting in a deep kiss that utterly fried Leipzig's mind. Her experience with romance was limited to novels and the rare masturbation session under her quilt, but to feel Eugen's hand caress her thigh and climb up to her hip, tugging and toying with the hem of her panties, made her feel all sorts of ways she wasn't sure how to feel about.
Yet she offered not one iota of resistance, utterly submissive to Eugen as the more experienced cruiser touched her. The silver-haired Heavy Cruiser took note of this, humming lightly as she worked Leipzig's panties down one hip before reaching over and tugging it down the other, languidly working them down – until gravity took them and pulled them down to Leipzig's ankles, leaving nothing to stop Eugen from going further between her legs.
''Mn- mmph~!''
Leipzig's budding moan was cut short as Eugen kissed her once more; stifling her voice as the silver-haired cruiser ran her fingers along Leipzig's slit, teasing her. Though it was a dainty brush just having Eugen do it to her weak in the knees, her breathing becoming short quite quickly and her head feeling terribly light, yet even though the risk of fainting was real she let Eugen continue; she let her dominate her.
''Oh my, you're making such cute squeaks~'' Prinz Eugen teased breathily, kissing not her lips but her neck – coaxing another aforementioned squeak out of Leipzig. ''Hmhm, I want to hear them more. Squeak louder, little bird~''
The nickname made Leipzig whine, her voice getting caught in her throat until it spilled out as a heavier moan, her brow scrunched as Eugen rubbed her off faster, her fingers sliding along Leipzig's embarrassingly-wet sex. Several times Eugen teased her opening but never penetrated her, always rubbing or caressing but never entering.
Until when she least expected it Eugen did just that. A single finger penetrated her and Leipzig unashamedly moaned, her knees pushing together as she felt the digit push and wriggle about her insides, her honey no doubt coating the digit with how utterly soaked she was down there. Letting loose an amused hum into the crook of her neck Eugen added a second finger, then a third; pumping all three into her delicate sex.
''Such sweet noises.'' Eugen breathed against her flesh, kissing it twice. ''Do you do this often?''
Leipzig shook, her lips moving but no coherent words coming out.
The fingers inside of her scissored apart. ''Speak, little bird~''
''Y-Yes~'' Leipzig whined, embarrassment lacing every syllable. ''N-Not often but... I-I do it sometimes...''
''Do you use any toys~?'' Eugen nipped at her flesh and sucked, making Leipzig whine. ''Or perhaps a partner~?''
''N-No...?''
''What a shame, I feel like you'd enjoy it so much more if you did~'' Eugen teased, lifting her lips and nibbling on Leipzig's earlobe. ''Perhaps I should pay you visits more often~''
The idea of Eugen joining her in bed, both using a hand on each other as they laid there, was so unfathomably arousing to Leipzig she nearly came right then and there. Even as she held back the tightening urge in her loins Eugen kept working her up, her thumb flicking at her clit whilst her digits pumped earnestly into her pussy, coaxing all sorts of moans out of the blonde cruiser that she tried her best to keep down, knowing that the walls were only so thick.
The fingers rubbing her walls, pushing and thrusting up, burned themselves into her memory. Every stroke, every graze, it was so intense it was now engrained into her memory, further done so by the thumb flicking her clit at a steady pace. The bursts of pleasure through her sex made her whole body shake, her breathing sharp and light, her head even more so, her whines becoming gasps-!
''Cum for me~''
Until at last, practically at Eugen's command, she came. Hard. It was only thanks to reflex that she had the sense to slap a hand over her mouth, muffling her scream of orgasmic pleasure as she came, her legs buckling under her own weight as euphoria swept up her whole body. Her skin tingled. Her bones ached. Her mind whitened. And most of all her loins burned with a pleasure indescribable, her muscles all drawn taut as she came, dimly aware she squirted onto the carpet from the force of her orgasm.
Then all at once she came down from her high. The second Eugen pulled her fingers out of her sopping pussy Leipzig lost the strength in her legs; moaning pitifully as she fell to the floor, legs apart and back to the cabinet behind her. She stared off into space, wide-eyed yet unseeing as she just gasped for breath, the tightness of her dress not helping in that regard. Yet she couldn't find it in her to loosen it any; her whole body utterly numb.
Or it was, until Eugen stepped in front of her. A titter made her look up – and Leipzig froze as a pair of lacy black panties fell down Eugen's ankles. They stayed there for a solid second until Eugen stepped out of them, a little flick with her shoe throwing them in front of Leipzig, her eyes locked onto the garment before she dared raise her gaze. Just as Eugen raised her skirt.
Eugen grinned at her. ''Wanna pay me back now, eh?''
Leipzig breathed out a reverent agreement, finding some semblance of strength as she shuffled forwards a tiny bit, her hands rising and clasping onto Eugen's hips as she leaned in – and Eugen bit her lip and moaned as Leipzig dragged her tongue up her sex. It was clumsy, breathy, inexperienced. Yet if anything that just made Leipzig compensate by doing it more, her own fatigue set at bay by her sheer need to please Eugen, her tongue dragged along her lover's pussy with an earnestness that soon made her moan, carefully stifled as the sound was.
''Mn... that's it, my little bird~'' Eugen breathed out, reaching down and tangling her fingers into Leipzig's blonde hair. ''Eat me out to your heart's content~''
Leipzig did. With fingers firmly sunk into Eugen's hips she buried her face in her junior's crotch, tongue ravenous as it licked and lapped at the pussy before it. The more she licked the more she got used to it, bringing her right hand over to spread Eugen open, enabling her tongue to stroke at her quivering wetness. The idea that Eugen had gotten wet to her was a small but ever-needed boost to her ego, encouraging her to keep at it, lest she disappoint her newfound partner.
Eugen rewarded her with a slew of soft moans and huskier grunts, the noises escaping freely past her plump lips. Lips that soon pursed, stifling the noise as she tipped her head back, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip to further quell her own voice – to no avail, as a husky moan soon forced itself out. Nary a second later Leipzig licked at her clit, coaxing another such noise out and emboldening the blonde to target the little bundle of nerves, her tongue lapping at Eugen's clit with vigour.
''Hnnf... that's it... ohh, yes~'' Prinz Eugen groaned out, tugging on her hair slightly. ''That's it, right there~''
Leipzig whined back, ignoring how much her tongue ached as she feverishly continued her lascivious act. She tasted Eugen's nectar, the tangy-sweetness gulped down her throat as she ate the bustier cruiser out. Growing a touch bolder she moved her hands from Eugen's hips to her ass, grabbing handfuls of her shapely rear and coaxing a giggle out of her partner; the sound swiftly melting into a moan as her clit was sucked on, the sensation making Eugen buckle.
Just then a voice called out from the main hall. ''Eugen, I need your help again!''
Eugen shuddered, gripping Leipzig's hair when the blonde stopped moving, prompting her to continue whilst Eugen spoke up, voice raised to be heard. ''I-I'll be through, in a minute...!''
No further calls came from Ulrich and Eugen was quick to grab Leipzig's hair with her other hand. ''More, just a bit more my little b-bird...!''
Knowing what was coming and eager to see it happen Leipzig whined back, adjusting her hand and awkwardly fumbling about – until she managed to slip her index and middle fingers inside of Eugen. The penetration made the bustier cruiser hiss; the sound twisting into a huskier moan as Leipzig continued lapping at her clit, her tongue ravenous as it dragged itself over the bundle of nerves, hasty and unrelenting.
Eugen answered her with stiff moans abound, her thick thighs tense and her posture increasingly hunched. Leipzig though could feel the other cruiser's attention on her, the approval, the lust. It left her aching sex dripping with a want for more but she quenched the smouldering need as best she could, devoting herself to eating Eugen out, her pussy devoured with a passionate need and pushing Eugen to her limit, a tight inhale filling the room.
And then a second later Prinz Eugen gasped her breath back out as she came. She buckled, yanking Leipzig's face between her legs reflexively. It was nothing short of a miracle she remained upright, and Leipzig's hold on her no doubt helped with that, though she still gasped and shuddered as she rode out her orgasm. Only when the torrent of pleasure began to wane, as the rush in her nerves dimmed, did she loosen her hold on Leipzig's head.
Then with a shuddering breath Prinz Eugen stumbled back a step, revealing Leipzig's flushed face, sticky juices covering her chin and lips – remedied only somewhat when the blonde licked her lips dry.
''Mm... hehe~ What a face you're making~'' Eugen crooned breathlessly, legs shaking even as she wandered over and yanking some tissues out of the box on the table.
Returning to Leipzig's side she knelt by her shyer companion, using the tissues to wipe up the worst of the mess on her partner's face, the affectionate cleaning bringing a dark blush to Leipzig's cheeks – not that her face wasn't red enough already. It was done quickly and Eugen soon collected her underwear; pulling them back up on the off-handed chance some pervert flipped her skirt and got a look.
Leipzig also stumbled to her feet, panting. ''Ah... c-could we...?''
A finger touched her lips, and a smirk from Eugen was shot her way. ''I'll come by your room tonight, Leipzig, don't worry~''
''C-Could you...'' Leipzig shrunk in on herself, red-faced. ''...call me 'little bird' then too?''
''Hmhm, sure.'' Eugen remarked, caressing her rear.
Before giving Leipzig and encouraging spank, eliciting a cute squeal from the cruiser in question.
''Now let's get going – we've got a job to do, after all~''
[END]