A/N: Can't recall exactly what stirred this idea, but I felt it more novel than my usual stuff, so decided to give it a scribble~ Doubly so since it included the oft-forgotten Maillé Brézé~

Do enjoy~

Catch Me If You Can

It was a quiet night at the port.

The majority of the inhabitants were out on sorties or, more keenly, preparing for the upcoming Halloween festival scheduled to happen in a few weeks. Already a haunted house was under construction along with many other events, all of them on-schedule and leaving the base buzzing with excitement.

The Commander smiled faintly at the thought; pleased his subordinates weren't overly focused on the ongoing war. It was good to relax and the girls could certainly use it, and he supposed he could too. He dismissed such thoughts though, the back of his hand brushing against the front door of the dormitory building, granting him entry.

'I wonder what Maillé Brézé wants...?'

It had been a surprise when Le Mars had dropped by his office nary an hour ago, delivering the note before she left on a sortie – passing along a message that Maillé wanted to see him in her room. Curious he obliged, and with his office locked up he made his way straight over to the dorms, a small part of him worried something serious had happened. Such worries though were kept at bay, assuring himself that if something had gone terribly wrong there would be more of a panic, rather than the desolate quiet the dormitory building currently reigned under.

Granted that was probably because only a handful, no more than a dozen, people were in the large building. Most were down at the seawall working even this late at night, determined to meet their deadlines, and those not were away – leaving him to walk the halls without a soul in sight. If he strained his hearing he could pick up the noises of San Diego playing a video game, and when he ascended the stairs he caught sight of Laffey snoozing on a beanbag in her room, but otherwise he saw nobody, much less was greeted by someone.

Until soon he reached the fourth and final floor where Maillé Brézé resided. Humming under his breath he wandered his way along to the far end of the corridor and found her door, the oak wood marked with her name in a silver plaque.

Rapping his knuckles on the hard wood he waited, patient and just enjoying the quietude around him – when he heard a rapid shuffle on the other side of the door, before his summoner opened the door.

Immediately he noticed it was dimly-lit inside. The main light was off and the curtains were drawn shut, leaving Maillé Brézé's room dark, only a sliver of moonlight cutting through the dim. However his eyes lay not on her room but on the Destroyer herself. Though Maillé had always been a knightly sort of girl, if a bit clumsy, now the guards that her pristine uniform gave her were gone. Her rounded cheeks and timid stare made her appear smaller and shyer, her lack of shield and lance turning her from a brave knight to a sheepish girl who had summoned her boss to her room.

In the absence of her fanciful uniform was a dark blue nightgown that hung from her slender shoulders by thin straps. A white top with an open stomach hole covered her from bust to waist whilst a simple pair of white panties hugged her crotch, visible with how high-cut the white top was. Her thighs were slender and left bare, as were her feet; only a wooden sword in her other hand to defend her from the monsters in the dark.

''You called?'' The Commander inquired, mildly amused.

''Y-Yes. Um, please come in, L-Lord Commander.'' The door opened wider as Maillé shifted to one side, meek.

The Commander obliged, seeing no harm. He wandered in through the narrow corridor that led into her living space – a cubical room that was slightly larger than that of the rooms below, being newer, and he could see Maillé took full advantage of that. A dresser sat over to his side and a window with fluttering curtains was on the left wall, whilst to the right laid a bookshelf filled with, well, books. Her bed was located at the far end of the room but was parallel to the wall rather away from it, allowing for a small table to be set up in the middle of the room alongside a beanbag and other small items – ultimately making for a spacious, yet somewhat busy room.

The door behind him clicked shut as Maillé shuffled up to his side; discreetly tossing her wooden sword aside. ''S-So um... Lord Commander, I want to play a game. With you. If that's okay!''

''I wasn't aware you wanted to play.'' He curiously inquired, shedding his jacket and hanging it up. ''Le Mars made it seem as if your condition was dire.''

Maillé had the decency to blush. ''My apologies, it's just... I've wanted to do something like this for a while, but you're the only one I can do it with, a-and I don't wish to be a bother but-!''

''Maillé.'' He petted her head. ''It's fine. What is it then, this game?''

Maillé drew a breath, seemingly fortifying herself, before speaking. ''I wish to blindfold you. Your mission, should you choose to accept it-''

''Is that a mission impossible quote?''

The Destroyer carried on regardless, though her cheeks burned. ''-is that you have to capture me a-and, um... do lewd things to me.''

Any mirth he felt was replaced by confusion, then surprise. Maillé must've seen it on his face as she suddenly grabbed his shirt. ''I-It is just for the game, Lord Commander, I would not dare think to steal your affections, I just... um, uhh... really wanna play a game...?''

Her voice grew weaker as she got more embarrassed, her face an atomic red as she outright asked him to do lewd things to her, all in the name of this game. ''Er, what brought this on?''

''I just...'' The Destroyer trembled, though whether out of anxiety or sheer embarrassment he couldn't tell. ''I've always had this... fantasy of being chased and taken, y-you know? A-And I was watching some horror movies last night where the main heroine ended up captured, and it looked... exciting...''

Maillé could barely get the words out, stumbling and stammering, her cheeks burning red as she refused to meet his eyes – as she confessed her secret desire to him.

''I uh... I'm, not sure...''

''Please Lord Commander!'' Maillé hurriedly pleaded, blue eyes wide with hope. ''I-I know you like us Iris girls! S-So it's fine to do it with me too, right?!''

''I don't have any preference between you girls, you're all my subordinates...'' He tried to deflect.

An attempt foiled as she put her hands on her hips. ''Lord Commander, everyone knows you like us best! You spend the most time with us, you take us out to dinner, you've visited our homeland many times before, during and after the unification... but, even if we aren't, will you not please accept my wish...?''

Her voice grew small again, as if afraid he'd decline. He was almost tempted to – sex with a subordinate, while not forbidden, was scandalous all the same. Yet Maillé had confessed her deepest, darkest desire to him and was practically on her knees begging for it. Which in and of itself was a bit embarrassing, having one of his cute subordinates all but begging to be fucked. However with a slow, cleansing breath, he came to a decision.

''I... suppose we could. Though keep it to yourself, and I'll keep your... kink, to myself too, am I clear?'' He coughed into a fist, fixing Maillé Brézé with a stern stare.

Maillé seemed unphased, such was her sudden euphoria. ''Y-Yes! I shan't tell a soul, Lord Commander!''

He nodded, sucking in a breath as he cooled his flustered nerves. ''Right. So... how do you want to start?''

As if waiting for that exact question Maillé Brézé hurried over to the table and grabbed a black blindfold, looking up at him. Recognising the height difference he knelt down in front of the noble knight and let her wrap it around his head, immediately blinding him. Perhaps in good light he'd be able to see through the black veil but in the dimness of the room he couldn't see jack shit; just an all-consuming blackness.

''I've removed all breakable objects and covered all sharp corners, Lord Commander.'' Maillé Brézé told him, excitement lacing her voice. ''N-Now, ahem... count down from ten, and then come find me. D-Do your best to... c-claim me, please...''

Once more embarrassment got the best of Maillé Brézé, her voice quaking, but the excitement to her voice only grew. 'Huh, she's really into this. Guess I'll play along too... been a while since I've been with someone anyway.'

Counting down aloud the Commander waited, hearing Maillé Brézé shuffle further about into her room. The moment he reached zero though all noise stopped, prompting him to quirk a brow. However he quenched any thoughts and slowly began to walk into the room, hands extending out so he didn't want into the walls. He listened keenly, every step slow and paced through the room – using his left hand to guide him along the wall. It was only a couple of steps until he reached the next wall with the window, the gentle fluttering of the curtains tickling his chest.

Turning right he continued ahead towards where the head of her bed must be. He neared it – when he stopped. He listened closely, hearing the flutter of the curtains, the distant voices down by the seawall... and the breathing just behind him.

Curious he turned, looking not ahead, but down – remembering Maillé Brézé's short height. Movement, of hands and feet across carpet, reached his ears and he hurried over, fumbling about blindly, touching nothing but air or carpet – until he felt a thigh against his hand. Immediately he grabbed it, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh and using it as a reference point; locating her other thigh and squeezing it. The tender flesh squished under his groping fingers and he ran his hands up, pawing even as Maillé silently struggled, her quiet gasps and grunts the only noise to escape her as she squirmed about-

-until she got free, slipping out of his grip with surprising nimbleness.

The sensation of those supple, squishy thighs though turned him on – living rent-free in his mind as he gave chase. Alas with her petite figure and nimble footwork she escaped any follow-up grabs, and when he stopped to listen he couldn't hear her anymore. Sighing the Commander moved forwards, sticking to a low prowling crouch instead of standing at his full height in the hopes of making it harder for her to sneak past him. His hands blindly felt about, no doubt looking silly as he groped and felt at the air, but he quashed any self-consciousness he felt in pursuit of catching the Destroyer.

He reached the opposing wall soon enough but Maillé wasn't to be found there; just the bookshelf. Confident she couldn't be hiding in any of the shelves he turned left towards the wall with the bed, but paused. Could she be behind him, in the narrow corridor leading to the door? After a moment he dismissed the thought; if she was she'd trap herself, and she was smarter than that. Thus with a slow, preying stride he made his way forwards feeling about and keeping his right hand near the wall the whole time, keeping his place.

Soon enough he reached the bed and started to feel about, but the sheets were neat and undisturbed, and there was no secret compartment under the bed, just solid wood. He strained his hearing, hoping to hear breathing, but there was nothing. She was as close to silent as a person could be, and he had to commend her for that, especially after her struggle free moments beforehand.

'Where could she be...?' The Commander pondered, nearing the window once more. She hadn't moved as far as he could tell, so she'd be staying in one place this whole time. Not by the window, nor on the bed – so that left either the corridor by the door or- 'Ah.'

Getting an idea he turned, walking until his shin bumped against the low table. He kept walking, slowing only when he was parallel to it... and then crouched down. He could hear breathing now, shallow and paced as it was.

In an instant his hands darted out and he grabbed handful of cloth, eliciting a squeak from Maillé Brézé as he dragged her out from under the table. The petite girl squirmed and thrashed about, twisting her lithe form as she tried to wriggle free but he was much less restrained than the first time; getting a firm hold on her sides as he pulled her out and pushed her onto her back. She gasped and he groped his way down her stomach, finding a hip, her groin, then her underwear.

A quivering moan escaped Maillé as he groped her crotch, fingers flush against her panty-clad sex, and he realised then and there that she was wet. He hadn't done more than grab her thighs before yet she was so needy her panties were already damp; the thought fuelling the heat curling and coiling through his body. Not allowing the Destroyer to get away he yanked her panties down to her thighs and shoved his hand between her legs, rubbing her needy pussy and making the Destroyer whine, her squirming form pinned under his left hand as he played with her pussy.

'She's wet, no need for foreplay.' Was his hurried thought, one hand darting down to his belt, unbuckling-

-but alas his focus slipped and Maillé scrambled away. He lunged after her and caught her shin, dragging her back towards him, but he couldn't get his goddamn belt off with just one hand. Thus with a groan he let her go, unbuckling his belt as quickly as he could and unzipping his pants, letting them sag down to his thighs even as he shambled after her – but she was gone. Silent.

Or so she liked to think. Her breathing was too heavy to hide now. He felt a grin come to his face unbidden and made no move to hide it, honestly kinda excited. Like predator and prey there was a fun to the chase, his heart pounding in his chest as he had to really fight to fuck his subordinate. He followed the heavy breathing, using the wall to his left as guidance and made his way towards the curtains, the panting unable to be hidden behind the fluttering curtains.

Something Maillé must've realised as she suddenly made a run for it.

He didn't let her.

''Kyaa~!'' Maillé cried out as he tackled her to the carpet, pinning her under his bulk.

Like a beast in heat he didn't care for foreplay or teasing. He shoved his boxes down with one hand and kept her wrist pinned with his other, his painfully-erect cock freed and allowing him to press himself down on her. Her ass, small but quite perky, pushed up into his crotch as he pressed her down, his cock between her cheeks as he gruffly grunted – dry-humping her like a wild animal. Maillé whimpered and kept struggling to free herself, never elbowing but just squirming, but he made sure to keep a firm hold on her wrist, his own weight helping keep her trapped.

'Come on, come on...!' He humped faster, trying to line himself up – but soon resorted to just using his hand, guiding himself to her puffy, sopping lips, finding the hole-!

And then he was inside of her. The tightness that clamped down on him was euphoric, his mind purged of all rational thought as he forced his dick inside of Maillé Brézé. The Destroyer cried out under him, her petite form trembling, and with a groan of his own he pressed himself into her; sheathing his cock into her narrow pussy until he couldn't fit another inch inside. It was such a snug fit it felt like he might bust his nut just from being in her, his cock pulsing and throbbing against her slippery insides.

Drawing his hips back he pulled only partway out before slamming back into her snug pussy, a groan of unashamed lust escaping him as he felt her squeeze his dick so tightly, her pussy a fleshy vice for his dick. Still though Maillé struggled, whimpering and whining like an elk caught by a bear, encouraging him to keep thrusting – realising in the back of his mind 'claim' didn't just mean fucking her, but cumming inside of her. Impregnating her.

A shudder roiled through him then and he shifted both hands to her biceps, keeping them flush with the floor as he bucked his hips more, grunting huskily as he jammed into her cunt. His groin smacked up against her peachy ass and he loved it; the harsh smack of flesh, the little whimper Maillé made, and honestly just having his groin flush against her perky butt was erotic in ways words fail to describe; igniting some sort of primal satisfaction in him.

''Hnf, fuck... haah...'' The Commander rasped out, leaning over her due to the difference in height. ''You're so damn tight Maillé...''

A whimper answered him, her loins squeezing him as if in response. Grunting huskily he freely pressed on her more, squashing her under his weight, but she didn't call a time-out – no, she just kept trying to squirm away, though her struggles were weakening. She was enjoying this too; that much was evident with how utterly soaked she was, his cock penetrating her with a noisy squelch and stirring up her dripping-wet pussy with every short, forceful thrust.

His hands soon shifted; his right releasing her arm to instead slip under her front. A quick yank ripped the fabric of her nightgown and let her small, near-flat breasts spill out, his right groping her newly-freed tit. Though demurely sized just feeling his subordinate up was so hot and his other hand soon came down to join the first, kneading her tits. The delightful sensation fuelled the growing bliss in his loins, his cock slamming into Maillé's cunt harder and faster, his sense of reason evaporating-!

-when she escaped.

Dangling so close to his orgasm the Commander lunged after her, catching her waist and pulling her back. Maillé whined and squirmed but he pulled her back a second time, lining himself up – and the moment he stuffed his cock inside of her he railed her. No holds barred, no thought for gentleness, he pinned her down and pounded her like a wild animal, fucking a squeal out of Maillé Brézé. His cock plunged between her petals and hit her deepest parts like a hammer unto an anvil, the ass-clapping thrusts ringing out throughout the whole room-!

Until he peaked, groaning through gritted teeth as he slammed inside, releasing a potent gout of semen into her womb. With fingers digging into her sides the Commander kept himself buried deep inside of Maillé Brézé, utterly lost in ecstasy as he came inside of her – throb after throb of his cock spilling more cum into her, aided by the strangling tightness around his dick, her juices staining the carpet as she came with him.

The moment lasted for a small eternity before he pulled out, immediately allowing a waterfall of cum to flow out of Maillé's pussy. The blue-haired Destroyer mewled, eyes open but unseeing as she was left on cloud nine, her legs twitching occasionally but her arms remaining limp, making not even a half-hearted attempt to drag herself away. Noticing the lack of movement the Commander removed his blindfold, his dick aching as he stared down at the cum-filled Destroyer under him.

Bringing to his mind an idea. ''Hey Maillé...''

''Mhm...?''

''Since I won...'' He sat down in front of her, pulling her by her underarms until she was closer. ''Why don't you make use of your mouth now?''

Maillé shuddered, an obedient noise coming from the back of her throat as she lowered herself down.

And a throaty groan escaped the Commander as she swallowed his cock, his right hand resting on the back of her head as she started to bob it, slurping his shaft like the obedient knight she was.

By the morning, Maillé would be left with a limp as he 'claimed' her many more times, expelling all of his pent-up stress on her submissive form.

[END]