A/N: Was a bit tricky to get the tone of this one down, but Richelieu is as lovely as ever~
Do enjoy~
A Cardinal's Promise
The Iris Libre and Vichya Dominion had been reunited.
It was a momentous occasion and one that had been coming for a long time, even if the eventuality hadn't been a certainty. However many on both sides of the aisle wanted it to be true, and so it was in the wake of Marco Polo's foiled plan that the reunion of both states happened, bringing with it much celebration and joy.
It had also been a goal for Richelieu for many, many years. Days and nights were spent daydreaming about the day when her sisters all fought under the same banner once more, when they were no longer at each other's necks. Now that her dream had finally come true, the Commander had hoped she would start to take things a little easier, especially now that she had Jean Bart to rely on for official matters; while Richelieu was the cardinal, Jean Bart was of similar authority, being the former rallying standard for the Vichya forces. Outside of top-secret matters, Jean could handle the smaller issues well enough and take some of Richelieu's workload off of her shoulders.
Alas, he should've known his wife was too much of a workaholic to just ease off like that.
The Commander mulled that over as he stood alone in the kitchen, dish in one hand and sponge in the other as he methodically washed it clean, soapy bubbles dribbling off of the white china until he rinsed it with some cold water and set it aside to drain. The next plate on the side was soon hoisted into the basin of soapy water, the motions practised and at ease; a stark contrast to his inner musings.
Even as he stood there he could hear Richelieu in her office, the door left only partially open, but in the quiet he could hear the gentle scribble of her pen upon parchment. He shifted to the side then to peek across their shared living room to where the door laid, the evening sunlight spilling in across the room in a golden streak, climbing three quarters of the way up to the wall and glinting off of the polished round door handle. Dinner had been had, an early one at that, and nightfall was soon to come.
And yet Richelieu still worked.
The Commander sighed to himself, setting aside the last dish to dry and emptying the basin. Some part of him wanted to resign to it, that she was a leader as was he, and much like he she had duties to attend to – some that, often, couldn't simply be delayed. But over dinner he had asked and she had told; assuring the matters were not urgent, but still needed to be done.
It was that assurance that coaxed the Commander away from the kitchen, his sock-covered feet padding quietly over the brown carpet of their living space. The sunlight upon her door glinted off of his wedding ring around his finger, a simple but attractive silver band that spoke of their wedlock, and with naught but a nudge he pushed the door inwards. The light behind him peeled into the room, illuminating the dim within. A window was located at the other end of the room, slightly ajar and letting in a gentle breeze; the pleasantly-cool temperature of it soothing the Commander's soul.
The wind lifted papers upon the mahogany desk off to the left, a solitary paperweight in the shape of a globe keeping it pinned. His gaze lingered only briefly on it, however, before he focused on the strawberry-blonde sat by the desk, looking through a word-rich document with the same sort of diligent scrutiny she always did, never permitting herself to just skim the words on the page.
Richelieu, his wife of several years.
''You know, as much as I admire your diligence, you've been at that since dinner.'' The Commander remarked lightly, leaning up against the door frame. ''And before that, for a couple hours too.''
''I won't be much longer.'' Richelieu remarked without lifting her head. ''I'm almost at the end of this batch.''
''And then once you're done you'll come to bed, go to sleep and the whole routine will start again.'' The Commander noted.
Richelieu didn't glance up at him but her lips did purse. ''...forgive me, I know we've not spent much time together as of late, but-''
''I know. Work takes precedence.'' He dipped his head, tapping the top of it. ''Heavy is the head that wears the crown, after all.''
Her lips quirked up into a smile, though it was brief. ''Mm. Still, just a bit more time and I'll be done.''
''And it can't wait until tomorrow?''
''It can.'' She stressed the latter word. ''But it would be more efficient to have it done now, saving me from doing it tomorrow morning. That way at least we can have a normal breakfast together without too much of a rush.''
The Commander hummed and pushed off of the door frame, coming behind Richelieu's swivel chair and snaking his arms around her stomach, tucking his face into her neck. ''And what if I want your attention now?''
''Then you'll just have to wait.'' She poked his forehead with her pen, pushing him back a touch.
The Commander resisted though, darting back in the moment her push relented and kissing her neck. The peck startled Richelieu from her focused state and the moment she made to poke him he plucked the pen from between her fingers, tossing it over his shoulder.
Bothered now Richelieu tilted her head to scold him. ''Commander-!''
A kiss, sudden as it was impassioned, sealed her words away. Tension flooded her form for all but a second before Richelieu melted into it, her syllables dissolving into a resigned groan as he drew the kiss out. Her left hand came to settle on his nape and she pulled him deeper into the kiss, fingers weaving through the short cut and tugging on what she could, pulled him into her more as he did the same, the over-the-shoulder kiss slow as it was intimate.
A small eternity later they pulled apart, an exhale shared between their lips. A pink flush coloured her cheeks and he smirked down at her, leaning back and grasping her chair, spinning her around to face him. Richelieu's blush only darkened and she pouted up at him; a cute, demure expression that tempted him to cup her chin with a finger and lift it, holding her gaze and admiring her ever-alluring pink irises, the charming sight enamouring him.
Until the distance between them became null and he kissed her once more. Richelieu hummed into it, a touch more prepared than the first time – only a little grunt escaping her when he slid his hands down her sides and coaxed her out of her chair, pulling her upright without breaking the kiss. The moment she stood on her own two feet she drew away, frowning adorably at him in a way that tried to make her look mad, even if she was really too flustered to be.
He let his right hand drift up to her cheek then, cupping it. ''Do you remember what you promised me, back before we got married? 'Once the war is over, we'll start a family together. No sooner, no later.'''
Richelieu blushed a warm hue at that. ''I-''
''I won't force you.'' He assured, his words gentle even as his touch became a tough rough, a touch possessive – lifting her chin and whispering against her lips. ''But I won't deny how much I want you this very moment.''
The cardinal shivered, a soft exhale telling of her embarrassment, yet also her temptation. It was that temptation, perhaps, that led her to tilting her head, looking towards the ajar door... before she dipped her head in a nod.
''Alright then.'' Richelieu assented, face growing redder even as she tried – and failed – to make things sound official. ''I suppose we've put it off long enough, let us- eep!''
Her grandiose tone withered into a girlish squeak the moment he picked her up; plucking her off of the ground and whisking her through the open doorway. Their room was on the other side of the house but his strides were long, reducing the trip to mere seconds – until with an elbow pushing the handle down he barged into their own bedroom. The windows off to the far side of the room cast a warm light over it, sunlight streaming in through the blinds, but the Commander didn't care even if half of the base was watching. He needed Richelieu, and nothing short of a full-scale Siren invasion was stopping him.
It was that sentiment that prompted him to lower his wife to the ground, the door clicking shut behind her – and the moment it did he shoved her against it. The startled yelp that tried to escape her lips was quenched by the sudden, rough kiss – her eyes widening momentarily before fluttering shut, an embarrassed groan escaping her throat. The Commander, however, didn't relent – didn't hide his sheer sinful lust for her any longer, his lips mashing with hers even as his hands pinned her wrists to the firm wood, his right leg pushing between hers assertively.
Richelieu broke off the kiss first, panting. ''Hah, Command- nn~!'
Without missing a beat the Commander pushed his face into her neck, inhaling her sweet perfume that mixed with her natural scent, before peppering her skin with a slew of wet kisses. Firm and aplenty he marked her neck with them from her shoulder all the way up to her ear, the sweet smooches easily working mewls out of Richelieu and melting her between him and the door, incidentally letting him shove his leg against her easier, her loins grinding on his thigh.
Giving his wife a hickey to finish it up he finally pulled back; panting but not from fatigue. Richelieu stared back with her enchanting pink eyes, flustered but with the scandalous edge of lust in her eyes. Neither of them had gone any further than some oral and the need simmering within them, no matter how well-hidden from their peers, remained. Had this been at the dawn of their marriage perhaps they would be more tentative, more hesitant, but after years side-by-side, of intimacy and oral love? They both wanted it, and both knew it.
So it was a tragic interruption when they got knocks at the door.
The Commander, had a wall been near enough, would've banged his head on it. 'Of all the times!'
Richelieu, though less vicious in her frustration, still sighed. ''You should probably get that.''
''...maybe we can pretend we're not in?''
''They'll know. And it won't be good if you delay.'' Richelieu noted, pushing him away gently. ''Hm... actually, why don't you go chat with them for a few minutes? Perhaps I'll have something nice waiting for you when you return.''
The inviting tone caught his attention, as did the small, daresay saucy smile on Richelieu's lips, far too sinful for a woman of her nature – yet if anything that just made her look hotter in that moment. It was perhaps because of that scandalous smile that he pulled away, reluctantly adjusting his pants as he made his way back out into the corridor and to the front door.
Fumbling with the keys for a moment he all but shoved them into the locker and pulled the door open, finding nobody there – until he looked down, finding the Mutsuki-class standing there tall and proud.
''Shikikan!'' Mutsuki called out proudly. ''Buy our stuff!''
With twin grunts Kisaragi and Minazuki each lifted a bag of baked goods – chocolate chip cookies in Kisaragi's hands, and chocolate brownies in Minazuki's hands. Judging by the beaming looks on the various Destroyers assembled, they were doing a bakery sale of some sorts.
The hope in their eyes, if nothing else, pushed his lust to the back of his mind for the time being – making some small talk with the girls as he fumbled for his wallet, mercifully having enough on him to buy the brownies; he knew Richelieu would love them. Thanking the Destroyers for their 'services' he waved them off as they charged back towards the rest of the base, calls for 'maximum snack production!' echoing as they went.
Shutting the door the Commander laid the bag of brownies on the side, sighing with amusement. In the quiet of the house, however, he steadily remembered what he'd been doing just moments prior, bringing both a tint of pink to his cheeks, and kickstarting his lust once more. The saucy smile Richelieu gave him lived freely in his mind and within moments he found himself walking back towards their shared bedroom, stopping just at the door.
And knocked. ''...can I come back in?''
''You can~'' Came her merry voice, dripping with a playfulness he rarely heard from her.
He pushed the door open almost instantly. The room was the same as moments before – but Richelieu was not. Gone was her dress, gone was her formality, and in its place was a strawberry-haired woman clad in lacy red lingerie and thigh-highs. The scarlet bra, embroidered with roses, pushed her chest up and left a sumptuous amount of cleavage on display; emphasising the fairness of her skin and gentle curve of her breasts. The underwear too highlighted her child-bearing hips and slender waist, his gaze tracing the waistband as it dug into her skin slightly and fit her contours perfectly.
No words were said. Richelieu, with a dusting of scarlet on her cheeks, beckoned him forth with a finger – and he complied, the door thudding shut behind him as he crossed the distance and took her in his arms, mashing his mouth onto hers. Richelieu groaned back into his mouth, not resisting when his tongue slithered past her lips and ravenously explored it – soon finding her own tongue and wrestling with it.
They drew apart for air, an exhalation shared between them – and then the Commander pushed her down. Richelieu yelped briefly until she hit the bed, a grunt leaving her as he was on top of her – and another kiss diluted her moan, their lips mashing together roughly. The Commander broke the kiss off first and peppered kisses down her neck and collarbone, hungry as he reached her breasts and firmly kissed the tops of them, pulling the cups down and letting her gorgeous breasts out. Her right nipple was almost immediately caught between his lips, a tug making her moan and a suck sending a shiver through her curvaceous frame.
''Hnf, Commander...''
The breathiness to her words made the Commander shudder, lust bubbling up within him, but he held it back for just a bit longer – kissing her stomach aplenty. Richelieu moaned and pushed on his forehead but he was insistent, working his way down to her groin and tugging the waistband of her panties down with his chin. Alas he got no further south before she pushed on his head a bit more, allowing her to sit on her up elbow, flushed and some strawberry-blonde hair clinging to her face.
''This time, let me service you...'' Richelieu breathed out.
The offer was one that made his boxers feel acutely tight, and with a growl the Commander complied. His belt rattled and fell open, preluding the hiss of his pants as they dropped – the latter kicked off alongside his boxers, leaving his lower half bare. His erection stood tall, twitching with his anticipation even as he slowly climbed Richelieu, knees shuffling across the quilt until he was kneeling over her, his cock casting a shadow across her bashful expression.
Until he leaned forwards a bit more, angling his cock down and letting his tip graze her rosy lips – and then she took him into her mouth. The low hum she made was joined by his deep, husky groan, warmth tingling up his shaft as Richelieu sensually sucked on the head. He eased his hips down, pushing more and more of his cock between her lips until he heard her grunt, only then pulling back-
-before swiftly plunging himself back into her mouth. Richelieu grunted in surprise but the Commander didn't relent, lust throbbing along his cock as he inserted himself into her mouth – short, firm thrusts sheathing him in her hot orifice and coaxing a groan out from the back of his throat. He leaned up a bit more then, left hand running through her fringe and grasping a handful of her beautiful strawberry-blonde hair, using it like a handhold as he started to thrust.
''God, seeing you nearly choke on my dick is so hot.'' The Commander breathed out, his voice a wily rasp. ''You like it don't you? The holy cardinal loves sucking dick, right?''
With her mouth full of his cock Richelieu couldn't answer, but her muffled groan told well enough of her feelings. Hissing back the Commander shifted slightly closer, straddling her neck as bucked his hips and filled her obedient mouth, so frequently spent saying sermons but now with lips firmly wrapped around his cock, sucking him off as she best she could. For a moment, staring down at her scrunched expression, he worried he might be being too rough.
A worry remedied when Richelieu held onto his hips, pulling him closer. A euphoric moan escaped him and he gripped her hair tighter, putting more effort into his thrusts as he jammed his cock into her mouth, his balls hitting her chin and the tip grazing the very back of her throat, the constant grazes sending jolts of bliss up his tip.
''Fuck yes, fuck...!'' The Commander hissed out. ''Choke on it Riche...!''
His wife obeyed; taking him all the way in and gagging the rough, deep penetrations, yet the sound of her choking and grunting was unfathomably hot. He was mindful not to pull her hair too hard but he couldn't help but tug a bit, being rougher than he had before as he just used her mouth to get his dick wet, the sloppy spit clinging to his dick smeared across her rosy lips as he pistoned in-and-out, face-fucking his wife without relent.
When abruptly he pulled out. Richelieu immediately broke out into a string of wet coughs but he paid it no mind, his dick aching with need as he reached under her and hurriedly unclipped her bra, working it off of her shoulders and throwing it aside at the first chance he got. Without it in the way her lovely breasts were laid bare to him and for a moment he just savoured the sight. Then a needy throb up his cock stirred him back into motion; straddling her stomach and lining his cock up between her breasts.
Richelieu cupped them, pushing them together – and a throaty groan escaped him as he pushed his dick between them. Though not as hot nor as wet as her mouth the sensation of having his cock between her breasts was orgasmic, the sight alone driving him wild. Holding onto her shoulders he quickly got into the swing of things, bucking his hips more than he did thrust and jamming his dick between her boobs, the saliva clinging to his cock working like a crude lube and only making it feel better.
''C-Crap, Richelieu, gonna cum...'' The Commander hissed out, his swollen poking out of her cleavage. ''Gonna bust all over you...!''
Richelieu blushed a deep dark red, her lips pursed in anticipation of his coming, his shaft pulsating against her soft chest as he moved. Every thrust threatened to be his last but somehow he held on, teetering on the very edge of climax as his cock thrust up between her tits, her flesh smeared with her own spit and her breasts heaving against his manhood, his breath tangling in his throat-!
''HN!''
And then he came, busting a fat load between Richelieu's breasts. His wife flinched, whimpering as ropes of hot cum splattered up between her breasts and across her collarbone; multiple ivory spurts reaching up across her throat and hitting her jaw but going no further. Yet still he came, laying his hands over hers as he kept her breasts together, every thrust so euphoric it was impossible to think of anything.
His thrusts continued for only a little longer before fatigue finally settled in. Exhaling a heavy breath the Commander leaned back, letting his hands fall away from Richelieu's and for his cock to spring back, still erect but ever so tender. His gaze though laid on his wife; watching her breasts heave with strings of cum between them, plenty of his ivory seed splattered up her front but not quite hitting her in the face. A shame, a lustful part of him remarked. He loved busting all over her holy visage.
Normally such sinful thoughts, such wanton desires, would be quenched – but tonight was not a night for restraint. Tonight was a night for claiming his wife, for making her his; for starting their family.
It was that primal desire that coaxed him down her front, his lips soon making contact with her tummy before he peppered kisses down her front. Richelieu moaned but he didn't stop; staring up at her heaving tits as he worked his way down between her legs, his fingers seamlessly hooking into her lacy red panties and peeling them down. They reached no further than her thighs before his tongue found her slit; a lick making her whimper in anticipation. She was already wet, he noted.
Removing her underwear entirely he slid his hands up her thighs and opened her legs, dragging his tongue up her sex thrice before before giving her clit a quick suck. The whine Richelieu released was too arousing to refuse, his hands shifting onto the quilt as he got on top of her, his swollen manhood pushing firmly against her sex, bis body, if only for a moment, flush with hers, as if proclaiming his sinful intent to her.
An intent she accepted. ''Commander, please...''
A roll of his hips, a guiding hand – and the Commander groaned as he penetrated Richelieu at last, claiming her first. The tightness that clasped around his cock momentarily fried his mind and he relished every moment of it, her molten-hot vice smothering him as he sunk in inch by inch, ceasing only when he was sheathed deep within his wife. He stayed still for a moment, granting her the chance to get used to his size, but when he met her gaze he found little in the way of pain there; a minor discomfort at best, and one swiftly overcome by primal satisfaction.
''You're mine now.'' The Commander growled possessively, drawing his hips back.
''Command- ah!''
Richelieu cried out as he slammed back inside of her, stuffing her to the brim and making her throw her head back. The fleshy smack that echoed immediately enticed him to move again, withdrawing from her slick vice before burying his cock deep inside of her once more – his slow, careful thrusts growing stronger and faster as he succumbed to his unquenchable lust, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the bedroom.
The headboard of their bed rattled from the motion; dull, repeated thunks echoing, yet neither bothered to stop and fix it. How could they, now that they were finally united, his cock-head kissing her innermost parts and fucking euphoric moans out of the cardinal under him, her teeth marking her bottom lip as she moaned – when on a whim he darted down. His right hand caught her nape and he yanked her up into a kiss, claiming her lips and practically shoving his tongue down her throat, dominating the holy woman under him.
''Hnf...!'' He bucked his hips harshly, relishing how she tightened up. ''You're so wet down here Riche.''
''Don't say it like that...'' She breathed back, tickling his lips with her exhalation.
''No I think I will.'' He breathed huskily, holding her nape as his other hand lifted her left leg up, enabling him to press her. ''Oh shit...!''
Leaning over her the Commander held onto her creamy thighs as he mating pressed her into the quilt, watching her eyes widen first before they screwed shut a second later; her cry one of a woman in rapture. Emboldened by the sound he plunged himself down into her sopping cunt, dominating the sinful cardinal with every ball-slapping thrust of his hips, dipping himself into her honeypot until he was hilted completely within her tightness.
The bed protested under them, squeaks and creaks escaping it, but all such noises were reduced to mere background noise as Richelieu's throaty cries took centre stage. The carnal sounds engrained themselves into his mind as he let go of her legs, letting them bounce freely on either side of him as he pinned her wrists to the bed, pressing her with the passion of a man intent on knocking his wife up. A desire that she practically sensed, her loins clenching possessively around his shaft, begging for his seed.
''Hnng! Yes, right- ah~!'' Richelieu cried out, throwing her head back.
Enticing him to dart down, kissing her. Richelieu moaned deeply into it, his thrusts slowing as he dragged it out – and the moment it ended he picked up speed once more, slamming his shaft down into her quivering sex and painting her folds with her sticky nectar. The tightening pressure her insides squeezed him with sapped him of his rationality and he found himself thrusting on instinct alone, his body working on autopilot as he ruthlessly pounded his wife-!
Until at last the Commander came. With a shout of primal delight he bottomed out in Richelieu's tight cunt and flooded her womb with his seed, an eruption of baby batter filling her depths and pushing Richelieu over the edge of nirvana, Her legs spasmed on either side of him as she climaxed but he pressed himself down onto her harder, practically squashing his wife into the bed and keeping his cock-head practically flush against her cervix, delivering gush after gush of his hot load into her, doing his damnedest to impregnate her.
Only when he had no more seed to give did he pull out, a bead of white dripping from his tip. The moment he let Richelieu's lay flat his seed all but spilled from betwixt her petals, such was the enormity of his load. The Battleship in question no doubt felt his cum leak out judging by her fatigued moan, her eyes half-open as she just panted and gasped for air, staring up at the ceiling.
''Mn... goodness, that was everything I imagined and more...'' Richelieu breathed out, flashing him a half-smile. ''Did you enjoy yourself as well...?''
''What do you think?'' Came his lust-filled retort.
Richelieu chuckled breathlessly in acknowledgement, rolling onto her side and shuffling towards the bedside table where a box of tissues was waiting. In the process though she revealed her attractive rear to him, his gaze wandering down her equally-delightful thighs – before in a fit of lust, he closed in.
''Hm? Commander, what are you- mm~!?''
His tip parted her petals and he sheathed himself inside of Richelieu easily, her cum-covered walls seizing snugly around his intruding shaft once more. The Commander groaned in relief, practically spooning his wife as he pressed Richelieu down into the bed prone-bone, her thighs on either side of his own as he hilted in her sopping cunt. Though startled she didn't resist, though she did shoot him a flustered look.
Tempting him to lean in, pecking her cheek. It was only affection he granted her in that moment before lust retook control of his thoughts; his hands pressing into the quilt as he propped himself up, drawing out of her needy depths – and a unified moan escaped them as he plunged right back in, hilting within her from behind. The ensnaring grip that coiled around his shaft was addictive and he unashamedly indulged in it; clapping Richelieu's ass as he pounded her from behind.
''M-Mm! So suddenly-!'' Richelieu moaned out, voice quaking when he hit a sweet spot.
Chuckling breathlessly the Commander aimed for that spot, scraping her walls with his shaft. As he did so his gaze fell onto her naked self, gazing at her toned back before sighting a hint of side-boob, tempting his right hand around, groping a greedy handful of her right tit. The cardinal under him mewled at his touch, his fingers roughly sinking into her doughy flesh as he kneaded and fondled her, having his way with her as he did so.
''Just so you know.'' The Commander grunted out as he moved, watching her ass jiggle with every impact against it. ''I've got enough pent-up desire to keep going until morning.''
Richelieu, whether in response or by chance, cried out in return – her insides moulding to his shaft as she tensed. The euphoric sensation just made him buck his hips more, jamming himself into her tightening hole with short, feverish thrusts, any option of pulling out rendered improbable when Richelieu lifted her legs and crossed her feet behind his ass, as if refusing to let him cum up her back and deny her a creampie.
A shudder roiled through him then, his breath forced out until he sucked in another. Tension filled his muscles and his cock soon ached as he buried it inside of her thrice more, his pumps losing rhythm as he surrendered to the churning heat within his loins. He was so close he couldn't stop lest he just peter out a few drops of cum, his orgasm a ruined one, and with her clamping down on his shaft he had no chances of resisting the enthralling neediness of her pussy.
A spike, a gasp – and with a guttural growl the Commander abruptly slammed into her one final time. Seed gushed forth from his tip and he pressed himself against her ass as he let it all out inside of her, peripherally aware of his wife wailing as she came, her tightness squeezing him dry as they completed each other, their fluids mixing and leaking out around his pulsating shaft, every twitch delivering another spurt of seed into her depths.
How long they remained like that, he wasn't sure. Only that at some point he came down from his high with a guttural groan and released her no-doubt tender breast, his dick sliding out of her ploughed sex as he leaned back. Richelieu for her part remained laying where she was, face in the quilt as she gasped for breath, shudders jolting through her naked self repeatedly.
Until at last she rolled onto her side, then her back, gazing up at him with a healthy pink blush and a fatigued, yet ever so enchanted smile.
''...shall we take this... to the shower, Commander?''
They would.
And Richelieu would squeal as he pinned her to the wall, his cock-head kissing her cervix until he spilled another impregnating load into her womb – the third of many more to come.
And if she had to walk with a limp for the next week – well, that was a price worth paying.
[END]
