A/N: Time for some lewd Mumy~ Been holding onto this one since February, and declined to post it in October since this is more a wintery fic than a spooky one~

Do enjoy~


Cosy Visit

It wasn't often that the Commander got off from work early.

However today was a lucky break; his workload was low and with Belfast as his secretary he was able to get through it all in record time. With no other appointments for the day due and his work completed, the maid had let him off the hook and allowed him the rest of the day off – a privilege that the Commander didn't hesitate to accept. It wasn't often he got extra time off, and when he did it was usually after signing many forms and arranging it long beforehand.

However it was also because of that that he didn't know what to do with his free time. Most of his subordinates were on missions or undergoing training so his presence would be a distraction at best, and those not working already had prior arrangements. While slightly disappointing, not all of his subordinates were away or busy – if anything their absence meant that the dormitory building was that little bit quieter, leaving few to notice him slip inside and make his way to the fourth floor.

It was there that he came to a stop before a very familiar wood door, rapping his knuckles upon it three times.

''Coming~!'' Came a muffled call from inside.

The Commander smiled and took a step back, adjusting his cap as he heard footsteps near – before with a click of the lock the door was pulled inwards, revealing Murmansk on the other side. She had barely laid eyes upon him for a second before a bright light shone in her eyes and a smile lit up her whole face with its joy, and a second after that she closed the distance between them; hugging him tight.

''Commander! You didn't tell me you were visiting today!'' Murmansk gushed, squeezing him tight.

The Commander endured the tight grip with only mild strain, chuckling tightly. ''I got off work early.''

Murmansk made an understanding noise and hopped back, face still lit up with delight. It was only then though that he noticed she wasn't in her usual uniform, the thick coat and pantyhose forsaken in favour of a much looser, more revealing lilac nightgown that left plenty of cleavage on display and did little to hide her thick thighs, her legs bare down to her wiggling toes. A purple, unbuttoned top loosely hung from her shoulders, covering her shoulders and arms to give her a decidedly cosy vibe.

''Come in, come in.'' Murmansk's ushering snapped him from his staring and he immediately agreed, stepping inside her quarters.

Much like her peers in the Northern Parliament it was somewhat pale in colour, the wallpaper a pure white with the standard dark navy carpet, though the walls and shelving units around the room were covered in pictures of her homeland and friends, gifts from her peers or even little trinkets she'd picked up over the many years she'd lived at the port, all arranged neatly and clearly dusted regularly, showing a level of care that was practically synonymous with Murmansk. Girl was concentrated fluffiness given human form.

Hanging up his cap on the back of her door along with his jacket, the Commander turned a smile upon her. ''I hope I wasn't interrupting your day off.''

''Oh, not at all!'' She assured immediately, smile bright. ''I was just doing a bit of reading when you showed up. Tashkent found a novel I was looking for and picked it up for me.''

As if to emphasise that she plucked a purple-covered book – still open and laid upon her bed – up and waved it around. The Commander hummed, squinting to see the title engraved into the leather-like cover. ''Mysteries of Winterhome? Can't says I've heard of it before.''

''Oh it's just lovely! It's set in the Northern Parliament, northwards near the Kola Peninsula, where a group of adventurers go missing and have to survive being hunted by some mutated beasts they awakened.'' Murmansk gushed, her cheeks gaining some pinkness. ''Sorry, I'm getting a bit excited aren't I?''

''It's fine. It's rare for me to see you so over the moon.'' The Commander teased her lightly. ''I think I like seeing this side of you.''

Murmansk's blush darkened a little and she pouted. ''Mn, meanie~''

''I'm serious.'' He remarked lightly, crossing the distance and cupping her cheek, tilting her head back to face him. ''You're utterly adorable like this Murmy.''

Murmansk had no direct retort to that, so settled for a cute whine as she squirmed out of his grip, still pouting at him. The Commander fixed that by leaning down to her height and kissing her on the cheek, instantly erasing her pout and earning a giggle from the curvy Northern Parliament cruiser, her head tilting and allowing her own lips to connect with his – the kiss light, quick, brief. Yet it only enticed him to return the favour, kissing her back.

What was one little kiss turned into multiple more; teasing pecks interspersed with cute giggles from Murmansk before they too were muffled by their locking lips. Their kisses grew deeper, more romantic as they got into it, and when the Commander gently took the book from her hands she didn't resist, allowing him to set it down on her bedside table, still open so she didn't lose her page.

That done he took her wrist and nudged her back. Only then did they break off the kiss, both flushed in the face – Murmansk more than him. With a flustered smile Murmansk sat down on the bed and shifted backwards, patting the spot next to her and prompting him to comply; spending just a few seconds to remove his shoes before he climbed onto the lilac quilt and pushed it aside, joining her under the bed.

Murmansk cooed and shuffled up until their bodies were close, the heat radiating off of them contained by the sheets over them and encouraging Murmansk to lean in once more, smooching him with open affection. He reciprocated wholeheartedly, every kiss becoming deeper as they poured their emotions into it, his left hand slowly sliding down and groping at her breast too – eliciting a low moan from Murmansk herself, but no refusal, no denial.

The thought only fuelled the Commander's arousal, and without missing a beat he shared one last kiss with Murmansk before pulling back. The cruiser gave him a confused look, mismatched eyes slowly blinking, before her cheeks regained their rosy hue as he shuffled down under the sheets. Embarrassed but a bit excited Murmansk shifted onto her back without complaint and the Commander moved on top of her, getting between those thick thighs of hers and hiking her nightgown up – discovering only then that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath, leaving her smooth nether lips bare to him.

Something he took full advantage of.

''Ah~!'' Murmansk cried out as his tongue flicked along her clit; her right hand quickly covering her mouth. ''Mn... Commander~''

The Commander shuddered at her gentle, whimpering tone and licked her slit again, his tongue flicking up her slit before he went a little higher and pushed the tip of his tongue against her clit, teasingly rubbing his tongue about it. Murmansk groaned – a tight, whining sort of groan that sent pleasant chills through him, encouraging him to tease the little bud more before going back down, licking and lapping at her womanhood.

His hands weren't still either; groping at her thighs for a moment and appreciating how utterly soft Murmansk felt, before moving his right hand in and teasingly rubbing her folds, his index and middle fingers in a V-shaped as he teased her lips, leaving his tongue to lick between them and coax out all manner of adorable whines from Murmansk herself, her clasping hand doing little to muffle her own voice from him, not that she was trying all that hard to.

''Ahn, Commander, y-your tongue... ahn~'' Murmansk cried gently, back lifting off of the sheets before easing back down. ''Nn... it's so hot and slimy~''

The Commander responded by way of leaning up and flicking her clit once more, teasing another moan out of his lover, her legs shifting open and incidentally making it easier to have his 'meal'. Tilting his head slightly he attended to her clit more actively, dragging his tongue along it repeatedly whilst he teased her entrance with two fingers, relishing all the satisfied sighs and quivering moans he coaxed out of her, stimulating her just enough to edge her but not so much as to overwhelm her.

Murmansk's free hand slid down a second later, her lithe fingers brushing through his short hair and pushing him down into her crotch, silently begging for more attention. The Commander gave it gladly and pushed his two fingers inside of her, thrusting them back-and-forth repeatedly before scissoring them apart inside of her, feeling her insides become wet as he fingered her, her honey clinging between his shifting fingers.

Murmansk's panting was heavy and unignorable, warning him of her impending climax, doubly so when she let out an adorable whimper – her other hand sliding under the bed covers to rest upon his head, pulling him into her crotch. The Commander complied and sucked on her clit, teasing a gentle cry out of his lover and encouraging him to thrust his fingers into her faster, upping the ante and just doing whatever he could to make her feel good, overwhelming her in a single rush to the finish line.

''Ah, Comman- oh- yah~!'' Murmansk kicked her legs out to the sides, her head tipping back. ''C-Cummi- hyaa~!''

Murmansk's squeal was girlish and shrill, cutting off a second later as her throat closed up; overwhelming pleasure flooding her expression as she orgasmed. The Commander kept jamming his fingers into her even as she came, his tongue flicking her clit as he leaned back slightly and just enjoyed the sight of Murmansk spasming against the sheets, every twitch rippling through her taut muscles and every spasm doing wonders to her chest, her breathing staggered and tight.

Until soon she turned into putty; moaning dumbly as she went limp against the sheets. A minor twitch spasmed through her as he pulled his fingers out but the Commander didn't pay that any mind, instead unbuckling his belt as quietly as he could and sliding it off, his pants soon coming down as well. Only when he managed to kick them off did Murmansk finally start to stir from her daze but the Commander didn't let that stop him, removing his boxers too before finally climbing up her curvy form, propping himself up on his hands above her.

''Ah... hehe~'' Murmansk looked down her front between their bodies. ''Someone's happy to see me?''

''What can I say? He missed you.'' The Commander mirthfully quipped.

''Aw, poor thing~'' Murmansk reached down and caressed his rock-hard erection, making him grunt. ''Don't worry, Murmy will make you feel nice and warm soon~''

The dainty talk only made him harder, if that was even possible, and with a low purr the Commander tugged the left strap of her nightgown off, allowing him to tug her nightgown over her left breast. Without missing a beat he leaned down and took her pale pink nipple into his mouth, suckling upon it and relishing Murmansk's tender moan, her free hand coming to stroke the back of his head. A few more little moans interspersed her breaths as he flicked her nipple about with his tongue, his mind becoming fogged up with lust as he just played with her tit.

It was at times like these that he remembered how stacked Murmansk was in the chest department. Something he reminded himself of as he buried his face between her boobs, practically motor-boating her and just savouring the warmth against his face, the softness; and Murmansk's tender giggle before she tugged him back out, allowing her to pull him into a passionate kiss, their lips fitting together lovingly.

The Commander pulled back from the kiss first, breathless but aroused. ''Can I put it in?''

''Of course.'' Murmansk smooched his nose.

As if to encourage him – not that he needed any more encouragement – Murmansk reached under her nightgown and spread her pussy open for him, her petals parting to reveal the quivering pink heat that longed for his cock. The Commander wasted no time in lining himself up, one hand keeping him propped up whilst his other hand guided him in, and even if he were to close his eyes he could make his way about. The warmth of her skin. The wet, inviting heat of her loins-

-and then the unfathomable snugness of her pussy as he pushed inside. Just sliding inside of her made him groan – a deep, trembling groan as he sunk himself inside inch by inch, feeling her wet vaginal walls clamp down around his shaft, still sensitive after her last orgasm. The moan that quivered off of Murmansk's tongue was equally as arousing, and with lust in his eyes he leaned down and claimed her lips in a kiss, devouring the horny noises that bubbled up her throat.

''Oh, ah, i-it's in~'' Murmansk mewled out, her legs wrapping around his hips without missing a beat. ''Y-You can move...''

The Commander didn't hesitate to comply, grunting under his breath as he started to thrust – burying himself deep inside of Murmansk's hot, loving pussy, every tight squeeze of her inner walls nearly making him see white. The unyielding grip she had on his dick made it a little hard to move but if anything that just made it hotter, his mind slowly sapped of thought as he bucked his hips and stuffed himself inside of her drooling womanhood.

Murmansk wasn't one for rough sex though, for spanking or rough, harsh language. Quite the opposite. So when the aforementioned cruiser slithered her arms up and around his nape, pulling him down into a kiss, the Commander didn't hesitate to reciprocate – one arm sliding under her upper-back and the other landing on her thigh, pressing himself down against her almost to the point some would find it uncomfortable. But Murmansk relished the closeness, a smile on her lips as she tightened her hold on him and practically squished them together, forcing his thrusts to become shorter but faster as he jammed himself into her slippery embrace.

''Mn, ah, h-hyahn~'' Murmansk moaned adorably. ''Commander, can you cum inside me today?''

''Is it safe?''

''Who knows~'' Came Murmansk's mirthful reply, amusement twinkling in her eyes.

The Commander found himself unable to resist such cute, innocent smugness; closing the distance once more. Their lips mashed together passionately, the sound of their flesh colliding ringing out throughout her bedroom, but the noise was muffled somewhat by the thick quilt still draped over their bodies, coming up to his mid-back and keeping their bodies toasty, perhaps a little too toasty.

At the same time though, feeling the sticky, sweaty warmth of being under the bed, only to thrust between Murmansk's legs into her even hotter honeypot, was enough to drive him wild with lust. A wildness that he channelled into his kisses; practically dominating Murmansk as he pecked and peppered her lips with kiss after kiss, his own hips thrusting forth with a little more passion, burying himself up to the hilt inside her gripping heat and making her cry out in delight.

''Iyan~! Ah~!'' Murmansk let her voice out; one hand shifting to his upper-back whilst her other landed on his ass, pulling him down into her more. ''That's it! That's it!''

The encouragement only made him move faster, every roll of his hips more forceful, more passionate as pleasure throbbed up his cock, the urge to just bust his load inside of her so very tempting. But he held back for a little bit longer, wanting her to orgasm as well and trying to time it so they came together; feeling her loins cling and clench around him as he slammed between her puffy, glistening folds, her cries rising in pitch-

-until suddenly she gasped, and her orgasm struck; her walls squeezing him like the tightest of vices. The Commander couldn't hope to resist even if he wanted to and slammed inside her twice before blowing his load, thick ropes of cum erupting from his tip and splattering deep inside of Murmansk, painting her walls a sticky white or gushing up against her innermost parts, pushing his lover to even greater heights of bliss as she was creampied.

''Ahn... nn...'' Jolts travelled through Murmansk's curvy frame, her grip on him tight but her nails not pricking him – until all at once she went slack back against the bed, moaning. ''Oh gosh, it's so hot inside of me!''

The exclamation was light, so innocent, that the Commander couldn't help but laugh breathlessly. Murmansk blushed a second later but giggled along with him, their voices soon muted as she tugged him down into a full, love-filled kiss; lips fitting together perfectly and without any tongue involved, just pure love shared between them as his warmth filled her womb.

Then they drew apart, panting but happy. Murmansk was the first to speak. ''Commander, could we go again~?''

The Commander felt his cheeks warm a bit at that but uttered a quick agreement, pulling out and shuffling slightly to the side, giving Murmansk the room to climb on top of him. She didn't bother with the quilt this time though and just let it pool behind her around his shins, her hands going under her nightgown – before in a single fluid motion the Northern Parliament cruiser pulled it over her head, tossing it to one side and baring her body to him with a rosy blush to show for it.

''Gosh, you're staring so much Commander.'' Murmansk commented bashfully. ''It's not the first time you've seen me like this, you know?''

''Mm. But the sight never gets any less sexy.'' The Commander fired back, sliding both hands up and groping her tits.

Murmansk mewled a little and pouted down at him – the expression lasting all of a few seconds before a smile broke out across her face. Tittering under her breath the curvy cruiser straddled him properly and lifted herself up, one hand reaching under her as she bent forwards and guiding his cock to her entrance – but to his surprise her left hand sneaked under his right, prying it away from her boob and allowing her to interlock her fingers with his; holding his hand.

Smiling adoringly down at him Murmansk gently sunk down, moaning as she took the tip in – and then in a flurry of movement she reached out and slipped her right hand into his left too, pushing herself down at the same time.

''O-Ohh~'' Murmansk's eyes fluttered shut as she accepted his cock – inch after inch of his girth sinking into her hot, tight grip.

Squeezing his hands the busty cruiser started to ride him, hips rising up before smoothly lowering back down, her hips moving in sensual rolls that carried her from tip to base easily, her wetness only aiding with that. Though Murmansk started off slow she steadily built up her confidence until her flesh was loudly smacking against his cock, accepting his throbbing girth between her petals and into her depths, the tip kissing her cervix repeatedly.

''Ah, mn, hyah~'' Murmansk moaned out happily,

The Commander was enraptured by the sight, squeezing her hands if only so he didn't reflexively go to grab her tits – her plump, soft-looking breasts bouncing about from her constant movements, so hypnotic and tempting he was practically seduced by the sight. Up until Murmansk leaned down to his height and kissed him, moaning into his mouth when he reciprocated with equal passion.

Their lips broke apart with a soft smooch and reconnected a split-second later, both of them going at with no end in sight, simply devoting themselves to one another. Murmansk kept moving throughout the kiss, making it somewhat tricky to maintain but sheer lust compelled them to do so, their tongues even getting involved and wrestling between their mouths – before with a cute, whining moan Murmansk broke off the kiss and tipped her head back, letting her delicate voice out as she impaled herself upon his swollen, throbbing cock.

''Mn~ Ahn, hyaayn~'' Murmansk planted herself down onto his cock and rolled her hips back-and-forth, stirring him around her hot, slippery sex.

The Commander endured the intense sensation for all of a few seconds before a moan forced itself from his lips, his hips jerking up. Giggling breathlessly Murmansk went back to bouncing on his cock with a happy smile, the sound of their flesh clapping together the main sound that filled her bedroom, so loud that her neighbours potentially could've heard. Yet neither stopped, neither slowed.

On the contrary both sped up. Murmansk bounced on his dick with higher-pitched moans and the Commander bucked his hips up with passion-fuelled grunts, his dick stuffed deep into her drooling grip and throbbing against her vaginal walls, the urge to paint them white again so very tempting in that moment. A temptation that Murmansk tried her best to squeeze out of him, her moans cutesy and quick as she dropped onto his cock like it was her favourite toy in the world, her insides pressing down lovingly around it-

-and then a shout, he bucked his hips and came. Murmansk didn't even try to hide her delighted squeal, her eyes wide before screwing shut, her nails digging into his knuckles as she orgasmed with him. She managed to stay upright as he flooded her baby chamber with seed, her pussy planted down on his cock and stirring him around her spasming insides, her hips jerking in stilted back-forth motions without an end.

Until at last her stamina ran dry and Murmansk untangled their hands, moaning as she flopped atop him. ''Ahh~ That felt so amazing, Commander~''

The Commander breathed out an agreement, wrapping both arms around her slim back and just holding her down against him, idly savouring the feeling of her tits against his chest. As if noticing that fact Murmansk cooed and snuggled herself into him, her body heat shared with him and his with her, enticing both to just lay there and bask in the afterglow.

Eventually though Murmansk got off of him and laid by his side instead, cuddling into his chest and tempting him to keep one arm wrapped around her, pulling her against him and with a hand on her ass. Murmansk liked the position, judging by her softer, more satisfied mewl, her nose nuzzling his neck.

''Daisuki~'' Murmansk whispered, then giggled.

The Commander responded with a kiss – one that led into a chain of more intimate, frisky kisses, their night of fun continuing for a little longer.

When queried the next day as to why she had a limp, Murmansk just giggled in reply.

[END]