A/N: Finally got around to writing another Honkai fic, featuring the lovely Rita~

Do enjoy~

A Time To Be Merry

Working aboard the Hyperion was hard work.

Which was a given, really. Being the captain of it was arguably the hardest of all, second only to the Valkyries who fought from it. Everything from paperwork to training regimes to conducting surveys of the land; his duties were quite extensive, even if underappreciated by some on the ship.

As such the Captain was, understandably, exhausted. Days of early mornings and late nights had drained him of his strength, and the recent addition of Sirin to the crew only added to that, what with how often she wanted him to show her around and explain things. He indulged her where he could but if anything that just contributed to his ever-building fatigue, but he didn't complain. Sirin did deserve a bit of his attention after everything that'd happened.

The Captain sighed at the thought, making an effort to straighten his back. He slipped his hands into his pockets to aid with that, eyes ahead and admiring the waning sunlight that spilled in through the corridor's windows, illuminating the opposing wall in gold. It was attractive in a way that soothed the soul, his steps slowing as he walked through the light and felt it warm his legs, contrasting the mild shade before he was back in the warmth.

'Maybe I should see about modifying this uniform... it'll be a pain to wear this when summer comes around...' The Captain mused to himself.

If he strained his hearing he could make out movement throughout the ship – distant chatter behind him, the squeak of heavy-duty wheels further down the corridor, the muted squeal of welding equipment on the floor below; he'd become so accustomed to being on the ship that he could pick them up with ease. It did leave him feeling wistful of the land below though, his steps slowing as he peeked out the window at the city not far under the Hyperion.

Christmas was just on the horizon. The setting sun reflected off of the snow far below, glittering on its vast surface – the white blanket covering everything from the tops of buildings to the streets to the distant farmlands around the city. A Christmas tree had already been erected in the centre of the city's plaza, giant even for a tree of its species and towering over all the nearby buildings save the cathedral and what must be a bank of some sorts; the snow-covered leaves decorated plentifully with baubles as big as beach-balls.

''Perhaps I should visit it before we leave...'' The Captain murmured to himself idly.

''Perhaps you should.'' A female voice suddenly called out to him.

Somewhat surprised the Captain turned, peering back down the corridor he'd just traversed – and found Rita waiting for him at the end of it, a familiar little smile lifting the corners of her lips and with mirth narrowing her eyes. However what caught his attention wasn't her presence, but her outfit.

A Santa-style dress.

''...feeling festive, Rita?''

''Hmhm, indeed Captain~''

Rita did a slow, graceful spin as if to show him her outfit in full, the fluffy white hem of it lifting with the motion. His eyes ran up her form, the red dress hugging her waist nicely and luring his gaze up to her bust, the fluffy white trim not hiding the hint of cleavage on display. Her shoulders were bare with just an extended collar-piece on to cover her collarbone and neck, the bright colours in direct contrast to her black pantyhose that fitted her long legs bewitchingly, his mouth suddenly a tad bit dry.

''Wow you look uh... fantastic.'' The Captain coughed into his hand, trying to regain some poise.

And failed when Rita giggled, the musical note bringing warmth to his cheeks. Her heels clicked against the polished floor as she approached his side, her mirth unfading even as she gestured at the paperwork in his hands. Paperwork he'd quite happily forgotten he was even carrying, if he was being honest.

''I'll take them off your hands, Captain.'' Rita offered – a little glint in her eyes that told she wouldn't be taking no for an answer.

Gratefully he offered the accursed papers, their weight meagre but at least giving his arms some reprieve; able to now hang by his sides. Rita must've noticed as her smile became a touch more amused and she gestured for him to walk, and the moment he obliged she followed a step behind, every part the dutiful maid as ever. It was that dutifulness that endeared him to her more than anything; her strength matched only by her patience.

Their journey back to his quarters was done in silence, but it was a comfortable one. The warm evening light persisted until they reached the dorms themselves and resumed the moment he unlocked his room door – the opposing window letting the gold graze across his semi-neat bed and momentarily blinding him. Not that it stopped him from meandering in, idly accepting the papers back from Rita as he did so.

''Tsk.'' Rita clicked her tongue as she looked about his room. ''What've I told you about keeping your room tidy, Captain?''

''Ah, sorry. Just been busy lately.'' He chuckled sheepishly, setting the papers down on his desk - adjusting them idly. ''Keep meaning to but, well, work happens.''

''Hrn. I'll let you off the hook this time.'' Rita mused, her eyes falling when he turned to her. ''Your tie is crooked too.''

Grasping it she tugged him closer and resizing it until it was much more neat – unheeding of his feeble protests about his workday being over. Despite said protests, however, he couldn't keep a small smile off of his face.

''...what would I do without you, eh?''

Rita's lips quirked up. ''Indeed, Captain.''

She finished his tie and laid her hand on his chest, his own cupping her cheek – and when the distance became null his lips pressed against hers in a slow, intimate kiss. The familiar shape of her lips against his own was a welcome feeling, the tension seeping from his form as he laid his other hand over her hip, pulling her in closer. Without a word of protest the maid leaned into his touch, a light hum escaping her, and when they drew apart it withered into a soft exhale.

His eyes met hers for just a second before he glanced down, savouring the sight of those plump lips – watching them purse as they spread into a mirthful smile. A tug on his nape was the only hint he needed before he claimed Rita's lips in another kiss, one more passionate than the one before, his hand tracing down her hip and to her ass, copping a cheeky feel. She hummed at that and didn't swat his hand away, her back wordlessly arching as his other hand tickled down it and grabbed her ass too, pulling their bodies together.

''Mm- hah... hah.'' Rita's breaths tickled his bottom lip as she broke off the kiss. ''Are you in such dire need of stress relief, Captain?''

''Maybe.'' Came his embarrassed murmur – a quick nip of her lip making Rita shiver. ''Don't tell me you put that on just because you felt festive.''

''It was partially the reason.'' The Santa-maid hummed back, but he caught a twinkle in her eyes. ''It also aids in satisfying your needs too~''

The Captain swallowed, lips pursed... before quickly he reached over and pushed the door shut. The automatic lock clicked and the pair of them were sealed in together – and not a second later he pulled Rita in, mashing his lips against hers. The sudden passion surprised her but after a second she melted into it, her sigh inaudible as their lips crashed together, drew apart, then collided once more – each kiss brief but followed by the next a second later.

At the same time Rita slid her hands down to his belt, her nimble digits working on the buckle languidly – the rattle preluding the click of it coming loose. The buckle spilled apart and her fingers caressed his crotch, teasing the zipper, before pinching it and peeling it down. The low buzz rung in their ears and a second later she fished his cock out; caressing his growing hardness within her bare hand, the absence of any gloves letting him appreciate the warmth of her palm.

''Mm... does it feel good, Captain?'' Rita queried against his lips, caressing his cheek.

The aforementioned Captain pursed his lips, eyes fluttering shut as Rita's warm hand worked the shaft, her strokes light and rhythmic. ''Y-Yes...''

''Hmhm, you must really be quite pent-up if a handjob can work you up like this.'' Rita mirthfully commented, shifting her hand to the head and groping her – her palm soon gracing the back of his cock as she tugged his dick towards her.

''Hnf, or maybe you're just that good...''

Rita just hummed amusedly, pecking him once on the lips as thanks. Nary a moment later the beautiful Santa-maid lowered herself down onto her knees in front of him, her right hand continuing to work the shaft. And in the process granted him an arousing view down her dress; something the Santa-maid was fully aware of judging by how she arched her back a bit, emphasising her bust as she ran her thumb over his tip, teasing the sticky gleam of pre-cum weeping from it.

Licking her lips once Rita leaned in, her breath hot, and then her plump lips encircled the head of his cock. Wet with her saliva they slid over his cock seamlessly, easing down the shaft before pursing snugly and sucking back up to the head. She descended a second later, eyes gracefully shutting as she bobbed her head back-and-forth, every rocking motion taking his dick between those soft, full lips, her tongue a wet bed for his cock to rest on.

Until she took him a bit deeper. Her tongue pressed up against the underside of the shaft, spit clinging to his length as it slithered up the sides – all whilst she bobbed back-and-forth, her sensual lips caressing his cock in tandem with her hand, her curled fingers rising-and-falling in tandem with her lips. Up until she sucked up to the very tip, popping her lips off and jerking him off with only her hand – and 'jerk' was really the best word for it. It wasn't a stroke, it wasn't a knead, it was a fast-firing jerk that left the Captain gasping for breath.

''Mm... feel free to cum whenever it pleases you, Captain.'' Rita informed him with a smile, kissing his tip. ''I don't mind whether you finish inside or out.''

Anything he wanted to say withered into a moan as Rita swirled her tongue around the very tip of his dick, the slick appendage teasing the slit. He struggled to keep his hands to himself and soon just laid them on her head so he had something to hold onto, his breathing hard as the Santa-maid teased him. Seconds later her lips parted and she took him back into her mouth once more, taking over half of him between her heavenly lips before slurping back up to the very tip, bobbing her head faster than before.

''Shit, Rita...'' The Captain groaned out – voice rising to a stiff exhale near the end. ''If you keep doing it like that...''

A mirthful hum answered him – and the air in his lungs evaporated as she dropped her hand, and took him in deep. Nearly deep-throating him he felt the tip hit the back of her throat, her hands clutching onto his hips as she held herself down his dick... and then took the last inch in. It sent a violent shudder down his cock and up his spine, his teeth clenched at her boiling-hot mouth enveloped his dick on all sides, a rapturous enclave that left him teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

His fingers wove into her hair and he pulled her in, the wet grunt she made fuelling the fiery need building within him. Gasps spilled from his lips and the unfathomable need rapidly grew, his swollen cock plunged between her lovely lips, taken from tip to base and down her throat partway-!

And then he came, jolting and hunching forth. Raw ecstasy spasmed through him and he came straight down Rita's throat, ropes of cum shot down her gullet and readily swallowed by the Santa-maid – her moan tickling his shaft as she coaxed it all out of him, one hand ready to catch any drips that escaped her pursed lips. The Captain though could only hold onto Rita and suck in tight breaths, managing at best to rock his hips, thrusting between her lips.

Until with a stronger rock of his hips he pulled back, his dick sliding out past her lips. Rita exhaled heartily and pursed her lips a moment later – a deep, prominent gulp reaching his ears as she swallowed the last of his cum. A sensual image complete with her fingers to her lips, assuring not a drop spilled past them as she wiped them dry.

''Hmhm... has that fixed your problem then, Captain~?''

The Captain took Rita by the hand, helped her up – and in response pushed her down onto his bed. The Santa-maid yelped, bouncing on the mattress and flushing pink when he pinned her wrists down, his larger form looming over her. Rita's surprise though was quick to fade, her pink eye narrowing with amusement as she hummed.

''Guess that answers my question, doesn't it?'' Rita breathed out with a sensual smile, head tilting to one side. ''Then allow this maid to fulfil her duty to you, no matter how carnal her duties may be~''

It took every ounce of self-restraint to not just rip her pantyhose off and go to town on her – quenching the desire and leaning back. Instead he grabbed her hips and hooked his fingers into her sleek black pantyhose, getting ahold of it and peeling it up her long legs – revealing thick, creamy thighs. Obediently Rita lifted her legs up high, ankles entwined and amusement undiminished even as he peeled her lacy black panties up too, tugging them over her butt and leaving them around her thighs – her nether regions exposed to him.

Wordlessly Rita laid her legs on his right shoulder, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as he shifted in closer, his cock-head rubbing against her thigh and then her slit. His hand guided him in close, nuzzling her folds and teasing their loins, the slight friction building as he started rocking his hips, dipping his tip in just the tiniest bit – and then at last pushed in. Rita tipped her head back with a delighted, nay, euphoric moan, voice sharp before descending into a deeper, throatier note, her back flopping back against the quilt in the same moment.

''Hnnf, oh Captain~'' Rita moaned out with throat and all; her hands pawing up the quilt before gripping handfuls to steady herself, scrunching them up in her grip. ''Use this maid, as- n-nn... you wish...''

''Got it.'' The Captain breathed out.

Rita sent him a sultry smile that invited all sorts of possibilities, riling him up – no doubt the intention. Surrendering to the prospect the Captain pulled his hips back, sliding his cock out of Rita's delightfully tight cunt before easing back in; the gentle rocks of his waist coaxing a string of soft, sensual moans out of his partner. The notes she reached were as enchanting as ever and even though this wasn't their first time together – far from it – he couldn't help but just take it slow, to enjoy the moment.

At first, anyway. Puffing out a moan the Captain lowered his gaze to their connected parts, watching as his cock penetrated her deeper with every thrust until he was mostly within her – the sight only amplifying how intense it felt, her hot insides like a vice that clamped down on his intruding member, the slightest twitch making her seize up around him even more. Unconsciously his hips rolled more and he eased himself into her pussy faster, finding just the right angle that got him in deep.

And Rita loved it. Lolling her head to one side the Santa-maid moaned his name, her eyes shut as he pumped into her. Though the angle hid her chest from view, the fluffy fabric of her Santa dress obscuring it, her dress had hiked up enough that he could see those curvy child-bearing hips – arguably just as arousing. His grip on her legs grew firm and he pulled them against his chest more, fingers constantly adjusting positions as he covertly groped her sumptuous thighs, be they bare or clad in pantyhose.

''H-Haah, ohh Captain~'' Rita moaned, arms stretching up and tugging on the quilt – her lip bitten as she stared at him.

Affixed with such a hot gaze, only one pink eye visible, how could he possibly hold back?

Puffing out a groan the Captain grabbed her underwear and pantyhose, pulling both of articles up her knees and over her feet, her heels coming off with the motion as he hurriedly tossed all three onto the floor. His hands ran along her now-bare legs as he opened them, pushed them – and Rita gasped as he pressed them over her; mating-pressing Rita down onto the bed.

Any words the maid had instantly dissolved into a husky moan as he plunged down into her – preluding the rough, frenetic string of thrusts that followed as he pounded the maid down into the bed. Their flesh loudly slapped together, every impact rocking the bed-frame as he made love to her in the most passionate manner he could, their bodies crashing together to the tune of the Santa-maid's cries, her legs bouncing on either side of his waist as he pounded her.

In a fit of lust he reached out, a quick grab and tug pulling the front of Rita's dress down and letting her breasts jiggle free, the strapless black bra she wore lasting only a few seconds more until he practically ripped it down, letting her tits bounce freely. The enamouring sight just fed the imminent need coiling within him, his shaft shoved down into her tightening tunnel and pushing him to his limit-!

When he tensed, a jot of cum escaping his tip.

And then an instant later he came, gasping out all the air in his lungs as he pressed Rita into the bed, spilling his seed within her. The sudden creampie pushed his partner over the edge, her cry muffled by a hand as she orgasmed with him, the seizing grip of her loins rendering him devoid of thought and only able to feverishly slam down into her, his jamming thrusts feeding his high.

Until his hips seized up and a powerful shudder rocked through him, and with a groan his thrusts sealed; leaving him balls-deep in Rita. The Santa-maid moaned, back arched and chest heaving with every gasping breath, the occasional hiss mixed in to form a truly erotic sonata for his ears alone. Without hesitation he put his forehead to hers, the closeness soon tempting him to plant a kiss on her nose – earning a quick, if somewhat messy one on the lips in return.

''C-Captain...'' Came her call, breathless as it was.

He didn't respond, too out of it to really do so – settling instead for pulling out. Rita moaned at the absence of his cock and affixed him with a truly horny look, eye half-lidded and brimming with a want for more.

So when he sat down and Rita rolled over, sliding herself onto his lap, he wasn't surprised.

''Hnf... give me five minutes, Rita...''

''Hmph...'' His Santa-maid smirked. A decidedly sexy smirk, he noted. ''As you wish... but whilst I wait, I think your friend down here could use a hand~''

And a hand he got indeed – fingers curled and pumping, a thumb caressing, a palm squeezing.

Unsurprisingly then five minutes later when she finally let him in between her sopping petals he came instantly.

Not that it stopped Rita from riding him to a fourth climax, thoroughly de-stressing her Master until the sun set less than an hour later.

[END]