A/N: Been itching to write something with Clemenceau since she released, and especially with the other French ships that debuted at around the same. Many lewds of them I must write~

Do enjoy~

Splendid Breeze, Splendid View

It was a nice summer's day for a change, compared to weeks past.

After countless days of overcast skies and off-season rainfall, the weather had finally cleared and the temperature warmed enough for a little vacation, mini as it may be. Even a miniature one though was welcome to the Commander and his compatriots as they set off to enjoy the summer weather while they had the chance – and most fortunately it was the perfect weather for it. Warm but not hot, breezy but not windy, clear but not barren. It was divine.

Naturally then the Commander decided to go golfing – a pastime he rarely got to enjoy these days between the Sirens acting up and his own subordinates requiring his attention, to say nothing of HQ getting on his ass about paperwork being overdue. Quite frankly he wouldn't be surprised if they shredded it just so line it up and snort it, but he didn't dare say that to their faces.

The Commander chased away such thoughts, however; focusing on the ball in front of him.

He drew in a breath, tightened his hold on the club – and with a firm swing he struck, a distinct ping sharp in his ears as he sent the golf ball flying across the green, soaring in a graceful arc... before missing the hole and plopping down into the river just beyond it.

''Damn.'' He sighed, lowering his club. ''Third one this hole.''

''Good thing you packed extra then, no?'' A feminine voice teased.

One that lured his gaze behind him to the golf cart only a few feet away – or more importantly, the beauty sitting in the passenger-side seat. Shaded from the sun by the overhanging roof Clemenceau smiled mirthfully at him, her legs over the edge as she idly read a novel, though her eyes were on him now. The leader of the Tribunal was as beautiful as ever even in this warmer weather, her traditional garb changed for something more fitting for a vacation – though in contrast to his plain white shorts and polo shirt, she'd opted for something more revealing.

And quite frankly he was having trouble being sure where to put his gaze. Long, creamy legs bared themselves to him as she shifted her legs, luring his gaze over her sumptuous thighs and to her short, tight-fitting black skirt. Her midriff remained exposed above it, tummy taut as she stretched with a satisfied sigh, unintentionally emphasising her bust too – her top unzipped and letting an embarrassing amount of side-boob be seen, no bra or anything to hide them. Not that he was complaining, of course.

''I didn't take you for a pervert, Commander~''

The Commander averted his eyes instantly, feeling his cheeks heat up. ''Sorry, got lost in thought.''

''I'm sure you did. What might those thoughts be about though, I wonder?''

''Er... paperwork?''

An elegant chuckle. ''You're not a good liar, Commander~''

The Commander didn't deign to answer that; lips pursed and face hot as he meandered over to her and accepted the next golf ball she offered, refusing to meet her eyes as he did so. Another soft titter teased him as he retreated back to his starting point; carefully placing the ball down so it didn't roll before getting into the ideal position to strike it, his grip on the club's handle adjusting repeatedly, as if trying to find the right grip to maximise his chances of hitting the ball.

He swung, he struck-!

And with a plop, the river got another golf ball.

''You know, I'm certain you could build an artificial reef with all the golf balls you've sent in there today.''

''Not helping.'' The Commander groaned pitifully, ignoring Clemenceau's low chuckle.

The golf cart creaked as Clemenceau adjusted, and just as he made to turn he spotted a fresh golf ball plopping down in front of him; rolling to a natural stop right where he wanted it to. Before he could voice his thanks, however, he felt a body shift behind his – Clemenceau's, his brain ever-so-helpfully reminded, his face growing hot and his mouth dry as she leaned into him, practically spooning him upright.

''Relax.'' Her low voice tickled his right ear. ''You're too tense, that's why you're overshooting.''

''Ah, um...!''

Another chuckle, silky smooth yet ever so provocative. ''What's the matter? I'm just helping you fix your aim, that's all. Or are you thinking something else in that head of yours, Commander?''

He didn't dare answer her, not that he could find the words to anyway – his thoughts a jumbled mess of hot and don't panic and I can feel her tits. The lattermost thought engraved itself into his mind the most, unable to ignore Clemenceau's ample bosom as it pressed into his upper-back. Her dainty hands came around too, grazing his sides before catching his wrists, adjusting his hold further up the shaft. Her touch getting a different shaft more stiff.

''There.'' Her breath filtered into his right ear, slow and breathy. ''Pull back slowly, that's it... grip it a little looser, take a breath, hold it in your chest – and swing.''

He obeyed, thoughtless as he swung and struck the golf ball – the distinct 'ping' ringing out as it flew in a lower arc than prior shots. It fell short of the hole, or so he thought; watching as it retained enough momentum to bounce and gradually roll to a stop... before plopping down into the hole.

''Good job~'' He shuddered as her breathy praise tickled his nape. ''See? You were just too tense. Loosen up a little and you'll be hitting hole-in-ones in no time at all.''

The Commander murmured something that sounded vaguely like an agreement, earning a titter from Clemenceau as the Battleship shifted away, making her way back over to the golf cart. He stayed where he was for a few moments, feigning a few practice swings as he caught his breath and refusing to acknowledge how hot his face felt. The idea that Clemenceau did this to him with nothing but a few breaths and teasing words was embarrassing, his tongue thick in his throat as he tried to recover his centre.

Exhaling a heavier breath he forced himself to stop delaying and made his way back over to the cart. Clemenceau was waiting for him in the passenger-side seat, back in her prior pose but with her book now tucked away in the cart itself, freeing her hands as she held two golf balls in one palm, rolling them about lightly or seeming to squeeze them a little-

His mind went to a dirty place and he looked away, refusing to let his mind slip into the gutter, if only because it'd give Clemenceau more ammo to use against him. Instead he admired the distant forms of his other subordinates he'd brought with him – Hood and Queen Elizabeth several holes over, Warspite one behind them, and Prince of Wales taking the lead one ahead of Queen Elizabeth. Ostensibly to 'check the condition' of the holes, but really she was just the better player. Only reason she wasn't miles ahead of Elizabeth is that she didn't want to damage the queen's pride and thus held back.

Such thoughts were quick to fade from his mind, however, as Clemenceau dropped one of the golf balls. She made a little 'oh' and knelt down and he didn't think much of it, walking up to the passenger side as he mounted his club in the carrier-

-when Clemenceau's masterful fingers caught the hem of his shorts, and pulled them down alongside his boxers.

In an instant his dick sprung out, semi-erect from the sinful thoughts that had been circling through his mind for the last minute. Clemenceau cooed in that tone that sent shivers racing through him, his throat closing up and refusing to let a sound out – nothing beyond a strangled gasp working its way past. However rather than be flustered by the erection in her face Clemenceau just smirked up at him, those dainty fingers of hers curling around his shaft and squeezing him gently, kneading his cock as she pumped from the base up to the tip.

''C-Clem-'' He regained his voice, shallow and raspy as it was. ''What are you-''

''You're way too stressed out, Commander.'' The Tribunal leader remarked, unfailingly amused as she stroked his shaft. ''Since my outfit no doubt contributed to it... why don't I help you out~?''

Anything he wanted to say withered as she leaned in, and he saw white as her lips captured his tip. Those plump, rosy lips that slid over his tip and partway down the shaft before sucking back up, nearly popping off of the tip before she descended once more. Her sucks were slow and ever so sensual, her lips caressing his cock and luring him into her hot mouth with every bob of her head, the unyielding grip she had on his hips refusing to let him get away.

Not that he wanted to. Now that the initial shock was wearing off his resistance was fast crumbling, his face hot as his subordinate just gave him a blowjob out of the blue. They weren't even dating or anything, and sure they were close but not this close... but even as he frantically reminded himself of such thoughts he couldn't ignore how good Clemenceau was with her mouth, her sinful tongue stroking the underside of his cock and lifting it up lightly, helping guide him in deeper.

Until the tip touched the back of her throat, and with a pleased hum Clemenceau deep-throated him. A stab of bliss shot down his cock and he gasped, his muscles drawn taut, but Clemenceau wasn't finished – pulling back long enough to catch a breath before seamlessly impaling herself back down his cock, humming erotically around his cock.

''A-Ah, Clem, that...'' The Commander struggled for words, panting.

Clemenceau didn't deign to answer, mostly due to the cock in her mouth. With a mirthful hum the Tribunal leader ran her fingers over his hips and pulled him into her mouth more; accepting inch after inch of his manhood between those enchanting lips and deep-throating him without question, only to slurp back up to the tip and taking him back in all over again. The lewd act was only made moreso with the fact they were out in the open, only a flimsy white golf cart between them and their comrades further down the course.

It was only because of that fact that the Commander retained some measure of his composure; clutching onto the hood of the vehicle with a tight, restrained moan, his eyes screwing shut as Clemenceau blew him. Of course he couldn't just keep his eyes closed the entire time though; cracking them open and peering down at the beauty kneeling in front of him, her ponytail bobbing as she rocked her head, accepting his painfully-hard cock into her mouth.

Until soon he couldn't stay idle any longer; his right hand landing on the back of her head. He pushed her down and Clemenceau complied without hesitation, accepting his throbbing cock in as she deep-throated him repeatedly – only the occasional wet grunt escaping the beauty as she worked. Just hearing her make such sinful noises fed the flames in him, his knees quaking as Clemenceau unashamedly shoved herself nose-deep into his crotch, practically choking on his dick.

''Hah, Clem...! Your mouth feels so good...!''

He could hardly hold on. Pressure swept up his shaft as her lips sucked it up, his muscles drawing taut and his lungs emptying-!

And then with a final, strangled gasp the Commander busted his load straight down Clemenceau's throat. The elegant Battleship barely even flinched, only a mirthful hum reverberating around his cock as she sealed her lips tight at the base; nose-deep in his crotch as she meticulously swallowed every plentiful spurt he shot. Then even as his orgasm quivered to a close slurped her way up his cock; two fingers curling around the base as she swiftly jerked him off, the double stimulation coaxing out every last spurt of cum he could give.

Until with a pop her lips left his tip. Clemenceau leaned back with a heavy exhale, those enchanting lips swiftly curling up into a smirk. Two dainty fingers touched them as she elegantly swallowed the last of his seed and she rose to his feet, her hand falling away to clutch onto one of the metal poles of the cart, easing herself back into the seat – her creamy legs opening not a moment later. And with how short her skirt was, it wasn't hard to get a peek up it, her underwear damp as it clung to her sex.

''Perhaps you're in need of some more relief, Commander?'' Clemenceau mirthfully remarked, right hand dipping down and hiking her skirt up just a little bit more. ''I know I wouldn't mind being a vessel for your sin~''

The invitation was too enticing to resist. Despite his embarrassment, despite the fact he had his shorts and boxers around his ankles, the Commander hurried the short few steps over, daring to glance around to make sure nobody was looking. Clemenceau drew his gaze back onto her though as she stroked his cock; a little coo escaping the Tribunal leader as she tugged her white panties to one side and helped him line up, his tip brushing down her slit.

And it took all the Commander had to not moan too loudly as he penetrated her at last. His jaw tensed and his pleasure escaped in the form of a strained hiss, his eyes screwing shut as he pressed into Clemenceau deeper – inch after inch of his length delving into her slick, velvety pussy, the tightness of her tunnel only enticing him deeper in. Doubly so when Clemenceau let out a husky moan of her own, his eyes opening in time to spy her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, giving her an unquestionably sexy look.

''That's it~'' Clemenceau sighed, smirking up at him. ''The others won't spot us from this distance, so be as rough as you want~''

The Commander swallowed and breathed out an agreement, right hand clutching onto the front pole of the cart whilst his left held onto her hip; keeping her steady as he pumped into her. Pulling out was almost torturous, the air lukewarm compared to the welcoming tightness of her womanhood, his body craving her so much his hips jolted forth of their own volition, burying himself within the beautiful woman under him.

One that moaned her approval, tipping her head back and running her right hand up his neck, soon tangling her fingers in his hair. She tugged and he let himself be pulled down to her level, her breath tickling his chin – right before she lured him into a kiss. Though light on intimacy the eroticness of it was undeniable, a groan escaping the Commander as he reciprocated wholeheartedly; parting his teeth the moment her tongue prodded them.

His tongue darted out to meet hers, the pair of them wrestling messily between their mouths as they fucked – confidence strengthening his thrusts as he buried himself balls-deep in Clemenceau, the force behind each thrust rocking the golf cart faintly. Yet despite the risk of someone noticing that little fact he didn't stop, trusting Clemenceau's claim that nobody would notice and driving himself into the holy woman under him, filling him with every feverish thrust.

''Hng...! So vigorous...'' Clemenceau half-murmured, half-laughed against his lips, her own curled up into a smirk. ''You must've been more pent-up than I expected.''

''M-Maybe.'' He managed to grunt back, his throat closing up and a groan soon escaping him. ''Fuck... why'd you even do this out here?''

''If I waited, nn, until we got back to the hotel, then it'd be too late to play golf.'' Clemenceau nipped his bottom lip. ''I just want to improve your performance after all. Helping you 'loosen up' just helps with that.''

The Commander could only groan back at that. Pleasure ached along his cock as he hilted himself in the Vichya woman, her legs staying open as he shoved himself into her. ''Haahn, inside or out?''

''Whatever you want~'' Clemenceau crooned back.

A smirk that tempted him in, stealing a quick kiss. The Vichya woman cooed at that and laid her right hand over the back of his, guiding it from the pole to her – or more specifically her left breast. He took the hint and tucked the material of her top aside, exposing her plump, gorgeous breast to the warm afternoon air. It fitted into his palm easily and he groped it as he fucked her, feeling her jiggle into his palm as he slammed his cock into her, losing himself in the sinful, ruthless motions.

Clemenceau pressed her thighs into his hips, moaning under her breath as he sped up, hammering her without restraint. He tried to calm down, to prepare to pull out, but her pussy felt too good to simply pull out of – and she'd left it up to him after all. He warred with himself even as he brought himself closer to climax, pounding his cock into the moaning woman, her sopping nether regions squeezing him tight-!

''I'm on the pill.''

When with a breathy, almost idle remark, Clemenceau made him cum – a strangled shout escaping the Commander as he slammed himself into her and came. A torrent of pleasure overwhelmed him, numbing his nerves and purging his mind of thought; devoting himself to naught but hilting in her, keeping his body pressed against her own as he spilled his seed inside of her. What little breaths he got enabled him to give an extra thrust or two, ejaculating another spurt inside the shivering woman, her insides squeezing his seed out.

Until the pleasure became so intense he had to pull out, moaning. Clemenceau's own shaky exhale joined it, her breathing hard but her smirk unfading. The Commander was quick to look away, his eyes flitting about their surroundings, but he saw no sign of the others noticing – they'd moved further along the course, but none had stopped to come back and check on them. No doubt assuming he was still stuck on this hole and Clemenceau was helping him.

'Well I'm finishing in a hole, so that counts for something...' The lewd thought floated through his mind, darkening his blush.

Movement though drew his gaze back onto Clemenceau – and he grunted as she suddenly pulled him down. Nary a second later he found himself pinned to the grass, Clemenceau leaning over him and holding his wrists down – a teasing little coo escaping his partner as she straightened back up, releasing his arms. Flustered as he was though the Commander made no attempt to move them, bewitched almost as Clemenceau shifted back a little, straddling him properly and lifting herself up.

''I'm impressed you're still so erect.'' She commented lightly, caressing his cock within her gloved hand. ''Don't worry Commander – I'll fix that.''

And then his tip slid along her wet, nectar-laden lips, and sunk into her. Pumped full of his cum the penetration felt stickier than the first time, a shudder rippling through his prone form as Clemenceau impaled herself onto his cock – her moan low and husky as she took his entire length on the first go. She didn't stay down deep for long before bouncing back up, rising up near the tip before swiftly impaling herself back down onto his shaft, the golf car hiding them from view.

His eyes though was not on the others, but on Clemenceau. Straddling his lap as she was he had a heavenly view of her chest as she bounced, her top having opened up a bit more and letting both tits free, a slight but noticeable bounce to them as she rode him. Something that the Battleship was all too aware of, amused as she caught his wrists and guided his hands up – and a little moan escaped his partner as she made him grope her, her soft breasts filling his palms as she leaned forwards more.

''Clem...'' The Commander gritted out, bucking his hips up.

A husky moan was her answer, her fingers clutching onto his forearms as she kept dropping herself down his cock, surrendering sensuality in favour of chasing pleasure. He couldn't fault her, his throat closing up as waves of budding euphoria climbed his cock, the syrupy grip of her pussy enough to drive him insane and give him wet dreams for weeks to come. A prospect only heightened by the lurid slap of flesh, the noise engraving itself into his mind.

Releasing her breasts he caught her hips instead, helping pace her bounces as he bucked his hips, hilting himself in her drooling pussy like this was the last chance he'd ever get – his fervour earning him a stifled moan from Clemenceau, one hand muffling her voice but doing little to quieten their colliding bodies, her womanhood enveloping him and ensnaring him in her unyielding grip, threatening to make him cum again.

''Haha, forgive me... mm, I don't think I'll be able to last much longer dear Commander.'' Clemenceau breathed out, brushing some loose hair from her face and leaning back – moaning deeply as she put her back into it, bouncing on his cock.

He didn't dare reply, his cock aching inside her hot tunnel as her loins smothered him. Pre-cum gleamed at his tip as it kissed her innermost parts, the ruthless motions on her part only hastening his end, the prospect of nutting inside the holy woman for a second time only bringing him closer to his peak. Even if she was on the pill it was easy to envision knocking her up, her pussy enveloping him from base to tip-!

And with a sharp exhale he came, throwing his head back into the grass as a torrent of semen erupted from his tip. Clemenceau buckled instantly, a short cry caught behind her palm as she hunched forwards, her whole body spasming in short, repeated bursts as she grinded herself down onto him, riding out her own orgasm with him. All he could do was look at her, his own orgasm surging through him and devoiding him of thought, such was its intensity.

Not that it stopped him from admiring the heave of her breasts, the quake of her throat, the scrunch of her brow before her eyes opened – and the slow curl of her lips as she met his eyes, her steadier exhale telling of her private delight.

''Enjoying the view... Commander~?''

Thus under the afternoon sun, tucked behind a golf cart, Clemenceau brought him under her thrall.

None any the wiser when they joined them at further holes; his golfing skill suddenly having improved.

[END]