Chapter 26: In Remembrance
"Would you care to hear of the latest news, Alexander Curtis?"
Glancing to his side the male Siren was treated to the sight of none other than Observer Zero, appearing before him for the first time in what felt like ages.
"No."
"Why would you refuse? I purposefully waited until your silly respects could be paid, the time for action has come."
Morbidly wondering what could possibly have the Siren sounding so uncharacteristically excited he nonetheless couldn't bring himself to give much of a shit, still staring out over Azur Lane and the skeleton crews overseeing repairs or waste removal...the services had ended almost two hours ago as the skies let loose in earnest, rain pouring down in what was no doubt a mighty tropical storm but felt positively quaint after the battle within the hurricane.
He'd maintained his vigil the entire time, body seemingly immune to the effects of the weather.
"I've had my fill of action for the day. For a lifetime, I imagine...but that's not likely to happen."
"I retrieved Purifier, the one responsible for this assault. She is currently recovering within the Bakunawa's medical bays."
He stiffened, eyes widening before turning to meet Zero, body as intangible as always as rain slashed through her form without resistance, pale lips curled upwards in a smirk before she vanished like a ghost in the wind.
"...Dammit."
Hauling himself to his feet the young man made his way to the deck in question, previously dead and sedentary emotions suddenly perking, flaring to life like the embers of a gradually stoked fire.
Striding through his heavily damaged vessel's corridors he quickly arrived at the medical bay, finding Zero standing beside a single vat filled with some kind of liquid...the man narrowing his eyes as he belatedly realized the Siren was 100% tangible, not the fleeting vision or hologram she usually employed.
"Come, Alexander Curtis. Say hello to your latest subordinates and do impart orders as you desire to."
"What the hell are you on about?"
He nonetheless approached, coming no closer than an arm's length away as Zero brightly smiled, pointing to the tank where a mostly healed Siren floated listlessly, a few scars and still healing skin covering the left side of her body.
"Purifier and myself, we are now yours to order, obviously. The first test is over, Alexander Curtis...and you surpassed our wildest expectations."
Practically shivering with glee the Siren continued, "Through all of our trials only a depressing few have passed this first trial and even then they did so with such tremendous sacrifice that they collapsed afterwards within a year...but you? Oh you may very well emerge from this trial stronger than before~!"
"...Is that so?"
"Yes, yes it is!"
Narrowing his eyes at the ecstatic Siren the male warily asked, "And why are the two of you now under my command? Aren't you supposed to be working against me or something?"
"You have the right to command your fallen and converted enemies after triumphing over them, it's only natural. That is what the humanity of the future ultimately did, remember? Created us to conjure up a timeline in which humanity could conceivably seize victory against the coming foe."
Alexander wordlessly turned his gaze back to Purifier, contemplating Zero's words.
"Pop the tank, I want to tell her something."
"Of course!"
Not even hesitating to obey Zero tapped in a few commands on the console attached to the side of the vat, inexplicably happy and joyful as the liquid drained from the vat before the lid slid open, injured Siren stumbling out of it before dazedly shaking her head, unsteadily rising to her feet as her still tender and bare body glistened with the repairing salve used by the medical devices.
"Ugh, what hit me...it was that damn bomb, wasn't it-oh dammit, it's you."
Purifier's bright yellow eyes locked onto Zero's shining blue, the other Siren offering a brilliant smile as she replied, "And a good morning to you as well, Purifier. I awoke you early on the command of our new leader, Alexander Curtis...I do believe he has something he wishes to say to you."
Blinking as she finally managed to focus on the silent male the Siren said, "Wow. Tall bastard, ain't you?"
"Quite so. I performed a great deal of work upon his body to ensure that it was as durable and powerful as possible. Consideration was also given so that more feeble humans would look upon it and associate such an appearance with tales of olden demigods, to provide the proper position of instinctive authority-GRK?!"
Alexander slowly looked to the side, Zero held aloft in the air as his hand encircled her neck, squeezing harshly and choking the Siren silent.
His lips peeled into a cruel sneer.
"Can't turn intangible anymore, Zero? Too bad for you...I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."
Purifier blinked, curiously asking, "Hey, is this some kind of weird kink play-"
CRACK!
Alexander snarled in feral pleasure as his arm blurred through the air, clenched fist impacting the other Siren's face and slamming her into the floor hard enough to split the still tender skin on her flank, blood trailing across the Bakunawa's deck as he advanced on the dazed Siren, Zero still effortlessly throttled within his other arm's hold.
Hauling the injured woman up by her hair so that she limply dangled before him the male viciously growled, "After all this time...after everything you've done...to me, to humanity, to Azur Lane, to the shipgirls-"
He sucked down a shuddering breath, glaring at the captive duo with unbridled fury.
"Now you're going to pay for what you've done."
He tightened his grip on Zero's neck, feeling his enhanced strength stress and deform even the naturally improved body of a Siren, a silent gag escaping the woman…
And he faltered, face going slack as he met Zero's gaze.
No pleading, no anger, fright or desperation...just a calm acceptance of whatever it was he was about to do. A glance to the side revealed Purifier in the same state, albeit slightly groggy after his blow, blood still dripping down her naked body.
…
"What the fuck am I doing?"
A wave of sickness roiled through the man's gut, hands spasming open and letting the two Sirens land on their feet with varying grace, Zero rasping for breath as Purifier settled for leaning up against one of the walls, Alexander trembling as he stared down at his hands, the right one lightly speckled with Purifier's fluids.
"...What the fuck is wrong with me?"
"Why did you stop?"
Head snapping upwards at Zero's inquiry he felt his stomach heave at her honestly confused words, as if she couldn't fathom why he wouldn't want to beat and ravage her.
He leant against the nearest solid surface he could find, sliding down it as he let his face drop into his hands.
"Because nothing - nothing - would have justified what I was thinking about doing to the two of you...not when you're just doing what you were meant to do."
Purifier spat out a wad of crimson, mumbling, "I don't get it. We killed your friends and previous people. Who cares if it was because of programming or purpose or whatever? If I was in your position - as a lousy, weak and temperamental human - I sure wouldn't forgive me, I'd make their life a living hell."
"...And would you have enjoyed what I was about to do to you? I was-"
Self-loathing caused Alexander to grit his teeth.
"I was about to torture you. Violate you. Make you hurt so that you would understand why I'm hurting."
Purifier was silent, Zero eventually rasping, "No, if I was to provide a personal analysis of such an occurrence it would have been unpleasant."
"Exactly. You two...aren't the ones I want to hurt. Or at least not the ones I should hurt. You're just-"
His teeth grit, mind drawing parallels that made him sick to his guts.
"Whatever you might say, you're just like the shipgirls. Born for a purpose and beholden to it, because the only alternative is death or dismantlement."
A bleak snort of amusement left the man.
"I thought of what I would have done if it was one of them in your position, as I choked you and I...I…"
He fell silent, both Sirens silent for a long time.
"...I still don't get it. But if you don't want to mess me up or anything...I guess I'm not gonna complain about that. That punch did hurt. A little bit. You need to work on your form."
"If that is your decision, Alexander Curtis, then we shall abide and respect it."
Nodding in deep, bone-weary exhaustion Alexander quietly asked, "Zero, keep an eye out for any hostile moves against Azur Lane. Purifier, continue your treatment and remain on standby afterwards...come see me tomorrow afternoon, we'll figure out more concrete rolls for you then."
"As you command."
Zero departed with a soft patter of feet on metal, Purifier remaining motionless for awhile longer before simply climbing back into the med tank, triggering it and continuing her treatment.
Alexander sat against the wall for a fathomless amount of time, wishing he could simply fall asleep since he was so tired...but rest continually eluded him, for some indeschiparable reason.
[Designation Prinz Eugen is approaching the Bakunawa's command bridge. Approximated arrival ten minutes.]
Blinking in surprise at the sudden announcement from the Rigging Alexander briefly contemplated simply leaving the shipgirl alone - he wasn't in any shape to talk to anyone right now - but he nonetheless rose to his feet, going to meet with the Ironblood despite wanting nothing more than to simply sit and not think about anything.
If she was here rather than with her fellow countrymen and sisters...then it was probably for a reason that he should best hear in person.
"You're soaking wet."
"Hmm? Oh...yeah, guess I am."
The male Siren offered a small shrug.
"The weather doesn't bother me as much as it once did."
Prinz Eugen merely nodded, both of them wordlessly sitting at an improvised table that had been grown out of the floor, the distant howl of wind and rain battering the great vessel's hull filling the silence as a small light glowing a comforting orange cast them into towering shadows spread out over the Bakunawa's command bridge.
A single Jägermeister sat between them, unopened and untouched.
"You know, I intended to share this particular bottle with my sisters when the war was over. Hipper was always an icy and unapproachable little spitfire, Tirpitz distant and occasionally anti-social...U-81 and 522 were always the cheerful type, I'd always wondered what they would act like when properly inebriated."
A sudden giggle left the Ironblood, finger lightly tracing the lip of the oversized jug of alcohol, eyes distant and clearly living in the past.
"Of course, that list was just one of many...what with the ever growing casualties, I'd narrowed down the amount of my sisters present quite the number of times."
Alexander settled for a nod, not trusting himself to say anything remotely intelligent or comforting.
"They wanted me to stay, you know."
"...The rest of the shipgirls, you mean?"
The heavy cruiser nodded, gently pushing the teetering bottle in lazy circles.
"It was supposed to be a night of memoriam for us, to toast our departed sisters and reminisce all the times we had shared with one another. The good and the bad, the silly and outrageous, heart-wrenching and headache-inducing…"
"How come you didn't stay, then? Why come here, to this broken down wreck of a ship and me, the one who arguably played a major part in leading to the death of your few remaining sisters?"
Prinz didn't immediately respond, abruptly asking, "What do the settlements do to honor their dead? Zuikaku and Shoukaku mentioned in passing what they had spoken to you about, how most of humanity currently lives."
Unsure of where the silver-haired woman was going with her line of inquiry Alexander nonetheless replied, "It was quite the number of rituals, truth be told. And even then they were typically brief affairs...wouldn't have made much sense to have these overly complicated events when they were so common. The most compelling ones were actually the types that combined aspects from different cultures. I remember this one that the Sakura, Union and Royal Navy created that usually happened when a body couldn't be recovered, a suits and ties - provided they could be found - affair where they would visit a shrine dedicated to the fallen. Simple, affordable and a good way of remembering and honoring those that had passed."
Noticing that Prinz had barely even paid attention to his words Alexander quietly sighed, softly asking, "Why didn't you want to be with your sisters, Eugen?"
"...They meant well, but all I could think of when looking at them was how they still have a few of their kin left, some that hail from each of their respective nations."
Delicate hands idly traced random patterns onto the improvised table.
"But I? I...I'm the last Ironblood. I'm truly the last of my kind."
Her face was shadowed by her still dripping hair, gaze averted to the side.
"I Imagined that you would be able to understand my situation, being something of a...unique existence."
The male found that he had no real answer for that, Prinz hurriedly undoing the cap of the Jägermeister and making use of a few tumblers she had carried with her as she stated, "We may as well drink, there are none left to share this with regardless and-"
A clank of metal echoed through the empty room as one of her suddenly trembling hands knocked aside a glass, the shipgirl huffing in irritation as she growled, "Verdammt, such an absurd bit of clumsiness on my...my…"
A shuddering, wet breath and a sniffle left the Ironblood, Alexander stiffening as he stared at the openly shaking woman.
"I...oh gott, I am such a pathetic mess right now, I...I…"
A sharp breath followed by silent heaves of her shoulders followed, Prinz angrily wiping at her face in a failed bid to keep her composure, drenched clothing and hair not aiding in the act at all-
-and she stiffened as the male gathered her into a tight hug, mumbling, "I'm sorry...if maybe I'd been better...you could be having that drink with your sisters."
While she didn't sob openly the male Siren felt the normally unflappable and confident cruiser shudder and tremble against him, throat tightening at her open distress.
"May...may I just, just stay here? For the night?"
"Here? I mean, you're welcome to, but…"
He wordlessly gestured at the bridge.
"There's nothing here."
"You are. That's...that's enough."
Unsure of what to say or do Alexander slowly opened himself up to the empathetic connection he shared with Prinz, the male Siren having retreated from the bond long ago to spare the shipgirls his morbid thoughts-
-and violently flinched at the sheer grief and distress emanating from the Ironblood, of pain, loss and fear eating away at her.
He could only nod at her request, desperately trying to muster up some kind of reassuring emotion or thoughts and pass them off to the heavy cruiser.
He wasn't very successful, heaving a quiet sigh as he mentally requested his ever present Rigging to disgorge a mattress, blanket and towel for the woman, mumbling, "Here, dry off. Things are rough enough now without being cold and wet through the whole ordeal."
"...You seem to not mind the cold."
A gloved hand traced his damp and glistening chest, ghosting over the occasional bit of ebon metal grafted into the pale flesh.
"Well, I'm a bit different than how I used to be."
"True."
Without preamble and out of the blue she wrapped an arm around his neck, bent him forward-
-and locked lips with the male Siren as his golden eyes flew comically wide, mind coming to a screeching halt.
"Huh?"
Unfortunately the events of the past few hours had well and truly frazzled his brain, leaving him an unresponsive lump of meat as the gorgeous woman fiercely kissed him, abruptly parting with a worried and guarded expression as she whispered, "I...I apologize, acting this way towards you so suddenly is-"
"Why did you do that?"
The words were more confused than they were accusing, Prinz wilting slightly before softly mumbling, "...Tonight I just wish to feel another's warmth."
Left completely at a loss of what to say or do in response to such a vulnerable and honest statement Alexander tried to reach for the bond that existed between them, examining and diving deep into its depths...and returned the kiss, one hand gently cupping the Ironblood's wet and cold cheek as he seized her lips, the shipgirl stunned much like he was for a brief moment at the abrupt action-
-and then the liplock was returned with just as much fervor, the tender and vague connection between them suddenly blossoming into a veritable tidal wave of repressed emotion.
He with a man's instinctual attraction towards a woman as beautiful as her, guilt at his perceived failures combined with a desire to make it up to her, genuine affection towards the woman's playfulness and concern disguised as teasing and a wish to comfort the vulnerable shipgirl in his arms.
Her with an aching void within her heart that likely would never be filled, a budding attraction towards the overly vulnerable man that nonetheless fought like a lion and a childish, charged curiosity as to what it would feel like if a male as large as he decided to bed her.
The kiss intensified, both sinking deeper into the hole that was mutual desire to set aside their pain and loss in favor of the heat of another person.
Prinz unleashed a sudden, mature moan into Alexander's mouth that caught him off guard, her breath and scent suffusing his senses with the aroma of spice and steel, a potent cocktail that left his hand gently pressing against the small of her back, his large appendage providing a pleasing pressure on her flesh that she wanted more of, ruby tongue surprising the male at how eagerly it delved into his mouth, Eugen seeking more of the metallic, smoky flavor he possessed.
Both lost themselves in the heat the other provided, caresses relatively chaste and respectful as the duo eventually broke apart with quiet breaths, staring into the other's eyes as if waiting for some unbidden signal-
-and Prinz quickly pushed the man to the floor beneath, both almost laughing in surprise as his Rigging slipped a mattress and collection of blankets beneath him to cushion the blow before respectfully leaving the room, the Ironblood musing, "How loyal of a trinket you possess, Alexander."
"It earns its paycheck, that's for sure."
The fire radiated by Prinz's inner thighs caused the male's abdomen to feel extra sensitive, his hands gently squeezing and massaging her hips as the shipgirl slowly rocked her body to and fro, both quietly enjoying the more intimate actions before her orangish gaze bore deep into Alexander's bright yellow, some unspoken question resting between them...and the Ironblood's hands began to sensually undo the buttons of her jacket, sleeves of crimson and bodice of dark gray turned damp by the rain peeling away from her marvelous body in an erotic display that left the male with a rather stiff feeling downstairs, the shipgirl tossing away the article and reaching up to her bound silver hair, hair clips joining her jacket on the floor as the cruiser's shining mane of silver spilled across her shoulders, singular strand of crimson standing out like a stripe of honor as the male felt his throat go dry at the sight of the goddess straddling him, a smile equal parts shy and pleased tilting her lips upwards.
"I'm flattered, Alexander."
"You, uhh...felt that?"
"As well as something else, mein grober."
She yet again began to rock her hips, Alexander gritting his teeth as his rapidly hardening member was trapped rather convincingly beneath her athletic ass, enraptured by her beauty as she put herself on display, trickles of water still adorning her hair that was plastered across slim shoulders while one of the bustier figures he could remember seeing in recent memory was snugly embraced by her skin-tight undersuit, generous legs rubbing against his heating skin in teasing patterns.
His self-control took a serious hit as the cruiser suddenly flipped her legs upwards, holding them steady in the air as she slowly, seductively, undid the straps supporting her boots and leggings, the articles joining the rest of her attire with femme fatale perfection, each limb gradually revealed as she peeled the fabric of their coverings off.
"Is this to your liking, herr Alexander~?"
"You're a fucking succubus, you know that? I was right to think Ironblood women were trouble."
"And you would suggest you don't like it?"
Surging upwards with the strength he still found somewhat odd to possess like second nature - especially when it was a well known fact that shipgirls could make an olympic athlete seem paltry in comparison - Prinz toppled backwards, legs spread wide around his waist and spine softly impacting the mattress, chest enticingly bouncing at the action.
"Oh I think I could get used to it."
He went in for another kiss, the both of them still gentle and tender despite the tension of the moment and mounting desire to escape from the real world for a time, a shiver wracking both their bodies as they parted for air.
Eugen wordlessly shifted away from him, dexterous fingers hooking into the oddly patterned material that covered his lower half-
-and she tried not to release a small yelp of surprise as his significant girth proved more muscular than expected, popping free from its confines and lightly thumping against her navel.
Not that Alexander was any less surprised. Believe it or not, with all of the chaos and activity his change into a Siren had brought the size of his junk hadn't exactly been high on his list of priorities...but now it seemed to be a rather pressing issue, considering the activities that were about to take place.
And while he hadn't been scaled up to absurd proportions or anything like that, well...he did have a much more imposing body now and his size would have been considered 'healthy' even by normal human standards.
"Guess it makes sense why Zero made me this way, now. Another one of her insane plots to make me seem like a natural figure of authority-shit!"
Caught up in his thoughts for a crucial moment the male hissed in pleased vexation as Eugen firmly wrapped one of her hands around his girth, experimentally stroking and pumping the meat with a lustful gaze.
"My my, would a tender little lady such as myself be able to accommodate such a size...I do believe we shall be finding out soon…"
"Guess I better get you ready for it, huh?"
Yet again catching the Ironblood off guard he flipped her around in his lap, sharply defined rump pressed into his groin as his length brushed up against the valley caused by aforementioned butt, the shipgirl briefly stiffening at the sensation but quickly melting into the embrace as his hands stroked her bare legs with soft caresses, slowly drifting up towards her taut stomach and significant bust.
"Mmm, I would not have pegged you for a tease, herr Alexander…"
"Don't exaggerate, I just know how to make a girl feel good."
A sharp intake of breath as his wandering hands finally found her ample chest, fingertips sliding up the side of her exposed bust while the beginnings of arousal showed in rapidly stiffening peaks and nubs that peeked through her skintight body stocking, Alexander smirking as he gently traced his fingers over the bumpy protrusions and lovingly squeezed the soft and flowing globes they stood atop of, Prinz's breathing becoming hitched and erotic as she lightly squirmed half in pleasure and half in a bid to amp him up...which was working.
Although he privately lamented that his larger body now meant whereas before his hands would have sunk perfectly into the Ironblood's swelling breasts now they merely provided a pleasing, slightly reduced handful. Not the largest sacrifice in the world to make but one that his more base side couldn't help but regret.
"Y-you seem quite enamored with my chest."
"Would you prefer that I move on to something else?"
Not waiting for an answer the male Siren dipped one of his hands low, stroking the tight and puffy mound between the cruiser's legs as she shuddered at the contact, the young man gently teasing the sensitive spot as both their arousals steadily rose.
Prinz lost herself in a warm, pleasurable haze as her chest was fondled with appreciatively experienced motions, cunt tickled and prodded as the horror and loss of the past few days vanished in the mounting cloud of amorousness fogging her brain, whines and moans leaving her throat as one of her hands joined her partner's in groping her tits, the other reaching behind her to run across the heavily defined and masculine body she was perched atop of, greedily pressing her form against it with possessive intensity.
"Mein gott, you're going to make me cum just like this…"
"I think you're ready then if that's the case."
Reaching up to the cruiser's neck he undid the clasp on her undergarment, the article peeling away from her damp skin in a sensual manner before sticking extra long to her dripping nether lips, Alexander smirking at the shipgirl's arousal as she rotated around on his lap, the duo now face-to-face...and the male hesitated, carefully remarking, "I think you should lead, Prinz."
Wordlessly glancing down at his significantly sized cock and the comparatively tiny hole it was going to be entering the Ironblood merely pecked him on the cheek, whispering, "Such a gentlemen...no doubt my smaller sisters will have a lovely time trying to fit all of you inside them. It's a good thing us born of the Wisdom Cubes are quite flexible~."
About to ask what she meant by his odds of getting laid by even more shipgirls the young man found himself beyond questions as the cruiser abruptly dropped her hips, nether lips kissing his flared head as the shipgirl moaned at the sudden pressure, lovingly rotating her hips as she kissed his neck, screwing herself deeper onto the meat pole aiming to dig deep inside of her loins.
"Jesus!"
A sultry giggle left the Ironblood which was quickly followed by a deep, throaty moan as Alexander felt himself slip inside of the woman in a sudden burst of slippery friction, the tip of his cock abruptly squeezed by velvety warmth that was almost too tight for comfort.
"J-just as big as I imagined...Hölle, you're splitting me in two, it feels like…"
"We can-SHIT!"
A sudden jerk of the Ironblood's hips dropped her even farther onto his length, a pleased mewl escaping her lips as the male Siren felt his hands grab handfuls of the mattress in a wild attempt to work out his tension through motion.
"Oh have no fear, herr Alexander...I can take all of you just fine~. All it will take is-"
A swirl of her athletic body that twisted his dick in a movement that made the male wonder if he was going to cum right then and there, Eugen releasing a blissful sigh.
"-a little bit of effort."
Releasing a shuddering breath as the cruiser continued her gradual impalement the young man lost himself in the downright hedonistic sensation of crushing heat and constriction, his meat now half engulfed in the Ironblood's ludicrously tight cunt as she continued her journey-
-and a hiss of barely contained joy left his clenched jaw, something solid and unyielding striking the tip of his cock as Eugen released an adorable yelp, halting her movements as Alexander dazedly realized he'd already reached her cervix, just a few fingers length of his cock left outside of her tunnel as they tightly embraced the other, letting their bodies accomodate to the other's more intimate areas.
Not that such a state of affairs lasted long, Eugen grabbing the back of Alexander's head and bringing it down for a kiss that was far more charged than the previous ones had been, her tongue aggressively wrestling with his as the male hesitated a moment before letting his hands wander downwards, cupping the shipgirl's delightfully round and ample ass as she hummed deep into his throat.
Without so much as a spared word she began to raise herself upwards, dragging the ridged walls of her pussy up her partner's cock as he focused on breathing normally, the sensation maddening to the point of insanity.
The shipgirl dropping herself back down in one go did actually send him over the edge for a moment, his hands tightening on the Ironblood's ass and waist jerking forward instinctively and causing the woman to yelp before unleashing a sultry giggle, orange-red eyes gazing lustfully into his bright yellow as he murmured, "Having trouble controlling yourself, herr Alexander~?"
A wordless grunt was his only response, the flirty cruiser merely working herself into a rhythm that he tried to match, her dropping her body onto his cock while his hands massaging and groping her butt would lift her upwards, a pace that involved both of them but left most of the control in Eugen's hands, even in the throes of passion Alexander considerate of his size.
"Eugen, I-"
No sooner did he hiss out the warning than the shipgirl suddenly wrap her legs around his broad waist, forcing herself as deep as possible onto his meat as she erotically moaned into his chest, the duo feeling their emotions crest, amplified by the mental bond they shared...and with a surge of pressure and electricity arcing through his nerves Alexander felt himself explode inside the cruiser, Eugen's cunt greedily milking him for all he was worth as she sensually whimpered with equal passion, climaxing right alongside him.
Seconds - or maybe it was hours, for all they knew - both individuals collapsed against the other...and Prinz laughed deep in her chest, murmuring, "Goodness, you aren't softening so much as a bit. What an eager boy you are, Alexander-eh?!"
Feeling a great deal more comfortable with how used the Ironblood was with his size the young man leaned forward, pushing the heavy cruiser onto her back so that he was looking down on her, looming overhead as her legs were still spread wide, accepting him inside with an angle he planned on making use of.
"Feel up for round two?"
Blinking in surprise Eugen's expression quickly shifted into one of horny amusement, purring, "You recover a great deal quicker than the partners I've had in the past."
"I doubt they had the advantage of whatever happened to this body."
Putting an end to the conversation he dipped forward, snatching the shipgirl's breath away with a searing kiss before parting a second later, smirking salaciously at her pout-
-and causing her to yelp in aroused surprise as one of his hands flew to her left tit, pinching and kneading the globe as the other firmly encircled her right thigh, angling her body so that his cock was penetrating her at an upwards angle...and went to town, the new and improved position allowing his meat to better sheathe itself in her greedy pussy, the young man watching in a lustful haze as now that he could see Eugen's body at a better angle his size was significant enough that this new viewpoint let him see her loins and navel actually bulge slightly with every thrust, the Ironblood's throaty moans sweet music to his ears.
Sure, his new body may have come with some disadvantages and lost 'privileges'...but in some ways it had distinct advantages. Such as the fact that his thumb could actually reach out and tease the tiny nub once hidden by a fold of skin but now on full display due to their activities.
Which he did.
"Scheiße! A-Alexander, you're a proper fiend-OOH~!"
Squealing in desperate arousal Eugen's hands did what his had earlier in the session, grabbing the bedding material in a bid to control the rampant lust she was experiencing and failing miserably as he eyes squeezed themselves shut, head twisting and turning as curtains of silver flew left and right, sweet cries music to the man's ears as her cunt trembled and convulsed-
-and with a tiny, brief spray of clear fluid the Ironblood let loose a trembling breath, chest heaving for air even as one beautiful tit was lovingly squeezed and caressed, the male Siren smirking as he met the cruiser's sheepish but also affectionate gaze.
The rest of the night was one left to passion and intimacy, a coupling of minds and feelings that had started off as a bid to forget...and was slowly shifting into something more.
…
Needless to say, neither got much sleep.