A/N: Scribbled this back in April, decided to post this one whilst I work on some spooky stuff for the coming days~

Do enjoy~

Royal Raid

To Aiden, sneaking onto a naval base was the height of fun.

He understood why some others might not agree, or even understand – citing reasons like being arrested or killed, or even that just skulking about in the dark on a cold night wasn't their idea of fun. However he didn't agree with such beliefs; if anything skulking about was the whole point. Being able to lurk in the shadows, sneaking past guard patrols and hiding behind objects, wondering if the reason the guard stopped walking was because they spotted you or because they just decided to take a break, holding your breath on the off-chance they heard your exhales – it was exhilarating.

He found a small group of others who felt the same, and for years now they'd been sneaking into military bases and constructions sites for years, just venturing in as much as they could before fleeing into the night, always escaping capture. As their group aged though into their teens, as hormones began to course through them, they changed from simply sneaking inside to something more risqué – panty-stealing.

It was stupid, he knew. He wasn't sure who came up with the idea but he sorely wanted to smack them for it, but at the same time there was something so daring about sneaking into a Ship-Girl's dorm and stealing underwear that it was exciting in its own right, especially since the more flighty Ship-Girls were liable to blast them to smithereens if caught. More often than not just sneaking into the base was the easy part; actually getting into their rooms was the real challenge.

A challenge that Aiden, eagerly, accepted. Especially for tonight's target.

Queen Elizabeth.

The goddamn queen of the Royal Navy. He was going to sneak into her room.

He wasn't sure if high treason applied to such an act but he was willing to bet she might try for it – she was known as a brat, at least with how she acted in general on the battlefield.

Aiden shook his head then, eyes growing hard as he focused. The grass around him was cold and still slightly damp with dew but he didn't let that bother him, crouched low between two bushes as he stared out at the concrete plateau ahead of him – the Royal Navy dormitory in the middle of it. Several fluorescent lights were on and glaring around the building but not too bright that it disturbed the inhabitants, something that came in handy for him; the limited brightness would hide him better.

Nodding to himself Aiden slowly rose to a low crouch, his boots crunching the crisp grass underfoot as he moved along the line of shrubs, keeping an eye on the dorm windows for any sign of movement. It was pitch-black out at this time of night and he'd dressed in all black just for the occasion but one could never be too careful; the thought prompting him to slow down a little, tempering his excitement.

Soon enough he reached the end of the shrubs, a short pathway winding up to the back doors of the dorm. Aiden looked around once before rushing out, covering the illuminated area as fast as he could before all but slamming into the opposing wall, his back to his and flattening himself against it. His own breathing was the only thing he could hear; tight as it was harsh, but when no patrolling guard called out he dared to relax a little.

'Now... how to get in...' He pondered, looking up.

Queen Elizabeth's room was on the second floor. He knew that from scouting out the dorms in the past, and with it being a somewhat mild summer night a lot of the windows were open – so it was fair to say hers would be too. His eyes landed on the gutter pipe next and he grinned, shifting over to the white pipe and tugging it a couple times. It held firm, and continued to do so when he put his thighs against it and let it take his full weight – encouraging the young man to slowly shuffle up the gutter.

It groaned several times, making his heart leap up into his throat, but mercifully the pipe never ruptured nor snapped – allowing him to climb his way up to the second storey. There he found a row of open windows, a small concrete windowsill below each each. With some effort Aiden stretched a leg over and put his foot on one, his trainers hissing against the hard surface as he tried to get a grip – and then he leapt, landing on the ledge awkwardly.

'Cool it, cool it...' He told himself; repeating it like a mantra in his mind.

It helped keep him focused but did little to hide his eager grin; the expression hidden beneath his face-mask. He hopped over onto the next ledge and then the one after it, gradually making his way along to Queen Elizabeth's room. Twice he encountered obstacles in the form of flower pots but he carefully stepped over them or put them inside the open window instead, doing it all so quietly the only noise he made was his trainers grinding against the hard concrete, the gritty sound mercifully quick between each step.

Until at last he reached the queen's ledge. With a wide grin on his lips the teen squatted down and peeked inside. It was larger than the other rooms, that he noticed immediately; the walls painted a rich blue with gold trims streaking down it, the carpet a deep dark blue. Various bits and pieces of dark oak furniture lined the walls from a desk to a bookshelf to a wardrobe – and then at last he spotted it. Her dresser, tucked away between the wardrobe and wall.

'Jackpot.' He thought to himself.

Carefully the young man shifted down onto his ass and slid inside the room, mindful of where his feet landed lest he stand on something that could wake her up. His gaze immediately went to the large double bed not five feet away, the pristine white covers doing little to hide the sleeping form of Queen Elizabeth, her blonde hair wavy as he remembered and neatly around her; her expression peaceful as she slept.

He'd heard, and to some extent experienced, that capital ships tended to be heavy sleepers. He wasn't sure why but he'd heard rumours that it was because their skin was like armour, and as such a simple touch wouldn't be enough to wake them up. Likewise since they were so used to the sounds of shellfire, and couldn't be hurt by much less that shellfire, they simply didn't wake up to littler sounds like someone moving around.

Whether that was actually true or not was another story, but he'd raided a capital ship's room in the past and could confirm she'd not so much as stirred, even when he accidentally thudded her panty drawer shut too hard.

He wasn't taking any chances though; even if she was a heavy sleeper, there was no telling if she might just wake up by chance – thus with pursed lips the young man fast-walked around her bed and to her drawers, opening them one by one and only briefly examining the contents. Soon enough he found her underwear drawer, yanking it open to reveal rows of neatly-stacked bras and panties of varying colours, mostly white or red.

With a grin the young man swiped several of them up and shoved them into his pocket; carelessly bundling them up before making his way over to the window... when he slowed. His gaze was drawn back to Queen Elizabeth, suddenly aware that this was likely the closest he'd ever be to the Royal Navy queen. It wasn't like he'd be invited to any royal gatherings or some such, and for all he knew next time he did a raid she'd lock her window and door, preventing him from getting in.

He gulped, a sudden burst of excitement pooling in his stomach. How heavy a sleeper was she, he wondered? What could he get away with? The window was still open and he was confident he could get out before she called the guards, but was he willing to risk it?

His dick made the decision for him as it twitched in his tight pants. The teen let out a shuddering breath and complied with his body's wants, creeping over to Queen Elizabeth's bedside. She was beautiful, he had to give her that. Especially asleep; her features relaxed and her lips upturned ever-so-slightly at the corners, giving her a kind sort of look.

Aiden glanced at the door quickly before returning his gaze to Queen Elizabeth, both hands going down to his pants – before slowly, ever so slowly, he unzipped them. The sound of the zipper coming down made him flinch but the queen didn't so much as stir, emboldening him to take his cock out and lean in more – laying his dick over her eyes. At the same time he hurriedly pulled his phone out and snapped a picture, grinning stupidly to himself as he caught a pic of the queen with a dick over her eyes like some kind of porn shoot.

'Fuck me...' He thought – a giddy sort of excitement coursing through him. 'I shouldn't be doing this but, fuck man...'

He pulled back the bed covers. Queen Elizabeth twitched slightly but otherwise remained placid, offering no protest as he shuffled closer and straddled her collarbone, his dick resting up her face now. He could feel her slow breaths tickle the underside of his cock and gulped, trying to talk himself out of this but unable, unwilling to – arousal pumping through his veins as he stroked himself too right in her face, getting rock-hard in seconds from the thrill.

Then he grasped his dick and guided it down, pushing the tip against her small pink lips. They didn't part for him but just feeling her lips against the tip felt so damn erotic he nearly moaned. Pleasure twitched up his dick as he gently stuck a finger between them and parted them, letting him ease the tip in – and pure pleasure shocked up his cock as he entered her warm, wet mouth. Even in her sleeping state it felt great and it took all he had to not moan; his throat tight as he held the sound back and daringly put more of his dick in her mouth.

He didn't dare make her deep-throat him – he was sure that would be enough to wake her – but he managed to get over half of his cock between her limp lips. Her tongue laid limp underneath it, forming a hot bed for his cock to rest upon, and with a wobbly breath Aiden started to rock his hips. His thrusts were slow, careful, but just feeling, just seeing his dick in the queen's mouth was so hot he wouldn't he shocked if he busted in a heartbeat.

'Fuck, you deserve to suck some dick... bossing your maids around even in public...' The young man thought, biting his lip as he rocked his hips more, feeling her limp lips drag over his cock. 'Fuuck...'

He took his dick out, stroked himself off, then put it back in – thrusting more earnestly now. He made sure to never put too much in but it seemed like she didn't react even when he moved faster, encouraging him to do exactly that – puffing out short, laboured breaths as he got his dick wet in her mouth, the enthralling heat of it frying his mind. He'd never gotten his dick sucked before but just slipping it between her lips was euphoric in its own right, getting him addicted almost.

However he didn't want to cum like this. Putting aside the risk of waking her up... he wanted more. He'd never had the pleasure of seeing a girl naked – in porn yes, in real life no – and who better to strip nude than the queen herself?

Grinning at the lustful thought the young man pulled the bed covers back a little more and shifted under them. The queen was dressed in a rather plain pair of pink pyjamas, the material fluffy and form-fitting. It was more conservative than he was expecting but he didn't let that stop him; adrenaline coursing through him as he hooked his fingers into her pyjama bottoms and pulled them down her hips... and revealing she wore no panties.

From so close he got a eyeful of her pussy; his gaze tracing her smooth groin down to a pair of puffy lips, her thighs slightly apart and letting him see. Even though he'd gotten off to porn before seeing one in real life was so much more erotic; his mind thick with ideas and desires, the urge to explore ravenous. However he held back and patiently pulled her pyjama bottoms off of her ankles, leaving them bundled beneath the sheets before shifting between her legs, his nose brushing against her slit.

'I should probably get her wet...' He thought to himself. Putting it in so so damn tempting, but he didn't want to risk sticking it in dry and waking her up. At least if she was wet it'd be easier. Or so he hoped.

Thus with rosy cheeks the young man pulled his face-mask down and leaned in, licking her slit. It was awkward and a bit misguided but the mere act of doing it felt so arousing he immediately did it again, then again; his tongue-strokes teasing the queen's slit and growing a little bolder with each one, getting the hang of it. His hands laid themselves on her thighs and he groped them slowly, enjoying how soft they felt under his palms and tonguing her sex a little more.

He brought his thumbs up then, spreading her folds apart so he could get a better look at her vagina – committing the sight to memory before licking some more. After a moment he brought his right hand up and probed at her entrance with a finger, teasing the little hole a bit and feeling how hot she was inside, soon tempting that singular digit within. Her insides tensed around it, snug but not stopping him from twisting the digit around nor from inserting a second finger and pumping both into her clingy pussy,

''Hah... haah...'' He pulled his tongue back, panting with excitement. ''Should be enough, right...?''

His finger felt a little wet and when he pulled it out he noted it was sticky with her fluids; encouraging Aiden to shift up onto his knees and shove his pants down, leaving them bundled around his ankles alongside his boxers. With nothing in the way he eagerly got on top of Queen Elizabeth, his dick-tip rubbing along her slit several times as he teased himself, anticipation welling up within him to a boiling point-

-and then he stuck his dick inside.

'Oh fuck-!'

It felt like heaven. Her pussy was so hot and wet his dick felt like it was sliding into pure bliss, her fleshy insides clamping down on his intruding dick. He sunk in inch by inch, savouring every moment of the penetration as he lost his first time – to an unconscious queen. He banished away any guilt he felt though, sheer lust pushing the feeling aside and tempting his gaze down onto Queen Elizabeth's sleeping face, her expression faintly pinched but no more than that, encouraging him to sink in until he could go no deeper.

Then he pulled back until just the tip was in before easily sliding his dick back in, moaning through pursed lips as he did so. It took a conscious effort to not moan too loudly but he couldn't stop himself; the sheer sensations assaulting his dick was so good it was like his dick was melting, her pussy practically sucking him inside every time he dared pull out and enticing him to enter her once more, slowly finding a rhythm.

Though it was his first time with Queen Elizabeth asleep he didn't feel too self-conscious about it, if anything he felt the opposite – a grin on his lips as he pumped into her queenly pussy, enjoying the snug grip that strangled the air out of his lungs, the moan that escaped him cut short as he pursed his lips together. Part of him worried about waking her up, that if he was too rough or took too long she'd awaken to find him balls-deep in her... but if anything, the risk just made it hotter.

''Nn... mn, damn...'' The teen murmured, grunting as he reached up to her pyjama top.

The buttons upon it lasted just a number of seconds before he pulled it open fully, baring her flat stomach, smooth ribs and small but perky breasts to his lustful gaze. His right hand slid up her ribs and settled over her breast, groping her small tit and easily managing to fit it into his palm, his thumb rubbing over her nipple several times. Though she was pretty petite and not the bombshell he'd thought his first time would be with, he couldn't deny that Queen Elizabeth was attractive – the sight of her demure tits turning him on even more.

A fact he expressed with a slew of grunts, his hips bucking forth faster, plunging his dick up into her tight hole. His thrusts became shorter too, jamming his cock into her receptive pussy, her hot insides pressing down on his shaft repeatedly as she tightened up in her sleep – doubly so when he rubbed his thumb over he nipple. Taking note of that the young man flicked the rosy bud repeatedly, puffing out heavy moans as he fucked her raw, no condom or anything on.

'Shit, where should I cum?' He realised in the back of his mind.

He didn't want to pull out. Partially because that'd leave evidence, but partially because he didn't want to pull out. He wanted to keep thrusting into her hot pussy and give his first creampie, he wanted the primal satisfaction of busting his nut inside someone – and more than anything else it was that lustful desire that kept him thrusting, his cock plunging between her glistening petals ravenously, not slowing even slightly despite the pleasure soaring up his shaft.

'Gonna cum, oh fuck gonna cum in a damn queen...!' The young man thought, gasping for breath as he buried his dick in the queen – his flesh smacking against hers as he went balls-deep in her tight, clingy pussy-

-and then suddenly he peaked, eyes bulging as he busted the fattest nut in his life – mind purged white as he emptied his balls inside of Queen Elizabeth, her pussy strangling his cock and milking him for every last drop of semen she could steal from him, his hips locked up and preventing him from thrusting even slightly. After a long few moments he managed to rock his hips, the slightest movement sending jolts running up-and-down his dick and coaxing out a little more cum, all of his seed poured into her womb.

Then at last Aiden relaxed, puffing out a heavy breath as he did so. Even though his orgasm had ended though the slick grip her pussy had on him still felt great; tempting him to just keep his dick inside of her. After a long minute though, staring down at her small tits and unblemished skin, her slim hips and cute sleeping face... he wanted more.

So he pulled out, grabbed her hips and turned her over onto her front. The sleeping queen gave a soft hum of protest but otherwise didn't wake up, unresponsive even as he gently tucked her head to one side so she could still breathe freely; his heart pounding as he methodically took her pyjama top off and pulled the bed covers over them both – spooning her and pressing his aching dick against her ass, grinding himself between her cheeks. Just seeing her naked was so hot it felt like he could bust a nut just by humping her.

But why just hump her when he could do more?

The thought enticed him to grab his cock and guide himself down, feeling the tip rub down her puffy slit once, twice – and he had to hold back a moan as he pushed in on the third go, sinking his dick in up to the hilt. Immediately he started to move, pulling out until just the tip was in before sheathing himself fully in the queen's royal pussy, his groin smacking against her fine ass before the cycle repeated.

He got down on his elbows as he moved, grunting huskily under his breath and pulling the bed covers up to his nape, keeping the warmth in as he prone-boned the queen, his body pressing down on hers and letting him feel the warmth radiating off of her. He leaned back a little just so he could admire her bare back more, one hand running down it idly before grabbing a nice firm handful of her ass, almost tempted to slap it, but he knew that would quite likely wake her up. Then again if having a cock inside of her wasn't enough to wake her...

Aiden banished the thought hurriedly, another shuddering moan passing his lips as he picked up the pace, slotting his cock into Queen Elizabeth's pussy faster. The sound of their flesh smacking together started to become a constant echoing sound, muted only somewhat by the bed covers and leaving him briefly worried someone in the other rooms might overhead and investigate, but he perished the thought and just kept working his hips.

If he was going to be caught, then he'd do it while busting his nut in the queen.

The thought just fuelled the lust inside him and with vigour the teen kept thrusting; a slew of guttural grunts spilling past his pursed lips as he stuffed his dick into her tight hole, relishing every sleepy clench and twitch. He spiced up his motions as he moved, sometimes slowing down for harder, longer ass-smacking thrusts or shorter but faster ones, inserting most of his cock before pulling back with barely a noise beyond the squeak of the bed.

''Oh god, fuuck...'' The young man groaned out, tipping his head back and just staring straight ahead – until carnal want made him look back down again, admiring Queen Elizabeth's naked form. ''Fuck it, I'm gonna cum on you anyway...!''

The thought of cumming up her back just made his orgasm rush all the more closer, his dick still sensitive after his previous orgasm and his hips refusing to slow their frantic pace. Pleasure swept up his shaft in an overwhelming rush and it took all he had to just keep moving, ignoring the fatigue burning his hips and savouring the tight grip she had on his dick, his breath catching in his throat-

-and then he pulled out, gasping as he jerked his cock off. Not a second later ropes of milky white cum spurted straight up her back, getting in her neatly-brushed blonde hair and hitting her shoulder-blades. Many more spurts followed, splattering across the small of her back and plenty of it scattering across her ass cheeks; each spurt shorter than the last until the teen couldn't cum anymore, groaning under his breath as he let go of his dick.

''Damn..'' He breathed out, shuddering. Even though he didn't bust inside of her, just jerking off to the sight of her back was amazing.

Alas that was all the fun he'd be able to have; his dick going soft after two back-to-back orgasms. He pursed his lips and looked down at the queen, before as quietly as he could he gathered her clothes up and dressed her once more, hoping none of the evidence would be noticed or at least brushed off. Somehow.

That done the young man redressed himself as well, tucking his dick back into his pants before heading over to the window, his phone safely secured after snapping many explicit photos of the naked queen – and with little more than a grunt the teen climbed back down the same way he came up, sneaking out of the base entirely undetected.

Safe to say it would not be the last time he sneaked inside, with intentions other than stealing underwear.

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