A/N: I've always had a bit of difficulty writing the KGV class, I've noted. Not quite sure why they don't catch my eye compared to other ships, but they never tended to.

That said, hopefully this one won't be too bad~

Do enjoy~

A Knight's Night

Considering the good work the fleet had been doing as of late, the Commander arranged for a small party to be held to celebrate.

Granted it wasn't anything too massive, but he didn't want to just host it on the base like prior parties either – the girls deserved a break for once. Thus he'd rented out a hotel for them to use as a venue; leaving the bulk of the work up to the catering staff so the girls could just relax without having to run about preparing everything. Between having access to the city to explore and the hotel dinner due tomorrow night, and there was plenty for the girls to do.

That was for tomorrow though; tonight was a day of rest. A sentiment the Commander gladly indulged in as he made his way down the hotel corridor, the plush wine-coloured carpet complimenting the beige walls and luring his eyes onto the paintings he passed, some fancy and others more abstract. He took his eyes off of them though as he neared his assigned room, a simple swipe of his key-card opening it up and letting him in.

The interior was as grand as one might expect from such an expensive hotel, one he was sure left the navy's wallet feeling pinched, not that it was his concern. From the high ceiling to the row of tall paned windows that overlooked the city bathed in darkness; only speckles of light seen from windows or neon signs, their glow reflecting off of the glass.

In truth though his eyes wasn't on the outside world in that moment, but on the woman currently reclining against a round-rimmed table, saxophone in hand and fingers tapping away in silent memorisation. Prince of Wales.

''Welcome back, Commander.'' The Battleship warmly welcomed, eyes drifting his way.

She looked even more beautiful than normal, dolled up in a black dress that pooled on the carpet beneath her; her creamy thigh on full display and emphasising her long legs. It struck the perfect balance between beauty and sexiness, exposing just enough to leave him feeling hot under the collar whilst still able to admit how gorgeous she looked, his gaze tracing her bare back as she leaned forward and set her saxophone down.

He was crossing the room by the time her fingers left the musical instrument, left hand catching hers and his right cupping her elbow, lifting her away from the table and pulling her into his arms – their lips meeting in a kiss. It felt so right it drew him deeper into it, her sultry hum tickling his lips and tempting his hand away from her elbow and onto her back, fingers tracing her warm skin and teasing a lower, huskier note out of her.

Their lips drew apart a moment later and they locked eyes; mirth gleaming in hers. ''Did you miss me?''

''Perhaps.'' Was his hummed reply, squeezing her hand. ''You've been practising all day?''

''Naturally. It would be poor form for a Royal Navy lady to make a fool of herself on stage, after all.'' Wales chuckled amusedly. ''And before you say something along the lines of resting fret not, I intend to spend the final day of our stay here out window shopping with the girls, I won't overwork myself. Unlike a certain somebody I know.''

''I have no idea who you're talking about.'' The Commander huffed.

Wales just smiled mirthfully at that, leaning in and pecking his lips – tempting him into a slower, more impassioned kiss. She reciprocated wholeheartedly, hardly shy to romance and humming in approval when his hand wandered further down her back, soon grabbing an audacious handful of her rear and pulling her against him. If anything his bold touch just enticed Wales more, her lips drawing away from his only long enough to catch a breath before she closed the distance once more, the ensuing kiss leaving him groaning.

Twisting her around he pushed her up against the table, hand grazing down her thigh and lifting it. A little hop on her part got her rump settled on the table and the Commander broke off the kiss; his lips coming to graze her shoulder and then her collar; teasing the fabric over her chest only for him to dip far lower; hands lifting her legs as he shifted between them. Warmth coloured Wales's cheeks pink but she smiled all the same, not an iota of protest escaping her as he hooked his fingers into her lacy black underwear and peeled them up her legs, soon getting them off of her heels and tossing them to the floor.

Letting his lover open her legs for him. He wasted no time in kissing her creamy thighs, working his way up her leg and squeezing them as he went, her soft groan of arousal fuelling him onwards. It wasn't long until he was between her legs and his tongue got a taste of her; the quick lash making Wales tense and moan, her fingers curling around the edge of the table as he started to eat her out – his tentative licks quickly becoming more confident and daresay aggressive, his tongue all too familiar with her loins.

''M-Mn, Command... ah~'' On reflex alone her fingers ran through his hair; gripping and pulling him in. ''You're so- nn~''

The Commander dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs, lifting her legs a tiny bit as he buried his face between them – tongue in constant, aggressive motion as he ate Wales out. He lapped at her opening without slowing, lust giving him all the strength he needed to move his tongue so vigorously; his left hand soon coming in and letting his thumb rub at her clit. She flinched at that, her moan quenched by a strangled exhale but one he heard it all the same.

Tempting him to draw away from her pussy for just a few moments; kissing at her inner-thighs instead. He smooched them aplenty and gently nipped her flesh, not enough to leave a sinful mark but enough to leave the prospect dangling in her mind – when with a tug Wales pulled him between her legs once more, her moan deep and husky as he went back to eating her out without reservations, tasting her with every stroke and his thumb teasing her clit aplenty.

''Hah, ah, C-Commander... oh goodness...'' She leaned back on a quaking arm, her moan shaky.

He savoured the notes she reached; pulling his tongue away from her entrance and instead going for her clit, sucking on it. She moaned openly this time and her grip on his hair tightened, not that it stopped him from dragging his tongue around the bundle of nerves and slide his fingers down her slick petals – shoving them inside of her without hesitation and fingering Wales vigorously. Coupled with the tongue circling her clit, only rarely coming in to lash at the bundle of nerves and grant her relief, and she was euphoric.

Her insides clung onto his digits, squeezing them desperately even as he scissored them apart inside of her; feeling her syrupy nectar stick between his digits. It just made him finger her more as if to coax it out of her, his tongue lapping at her clit just a little longer – and without warning he swapped again, his sticky fingers messily rubbing her clit, smearing her nectar across her bud whilst he eagerly tongued her, sampling her aplenty.

Wales rewarded him with a throaty moan, head back and toes curled – jolts and jerks spasming through her curvaceous form as he ceaselessly ate her out, giving her no chance to cool down from her budding high. If anything the prospect made him even rougher with her; shameless in his oral ministrations and unheeding of Wales's building cry, every exhaled breath doing wonders to her bust and leaving her cries even more breathless than before-!

''Ah~!''

When with a pitched, gasped cry, she orgasmed. He pulled his tongue back and let his fingers ram into her wetness, finger-fucking Wales with a sudden assertiveness and making her climax hard – her cry stifled only by his lips as he stood, yanking her in close for a rough, messy kiss as he made her gush with his thrusting digits, her legs jerking and jolting from the force of her orgasm. He drew the moment out, stroking her wet insides and amplifying the spasms that shook her form, his kiss depriving her of air and leaving her gasping all the more.

Until little by little her orgasm began to peter out. He pulled his fingers out, their exit sending one final spasm through Wales and coaxing a fatigued moan from her lips, her half-lidded eyes fixated on him even as he broke off the kiss – her heaving, panting breaths never making her look so sexy as they did now. His pants felt tight at the mere sight of her, and in the husky silence that followed climax he found his hands drawn to his belt.

The rattle echoed and the soft thump of his pants around his ankles followed, his boxers soon joining them and revealing his rock-hard cock. Wales bit her bottom lip, lust all too evident as he got between her legs, his manhood grazing her syrupy folds before he guided the tip down, dipping in – and with a slow, firm thrust he buried himself inside of her.

Wales bit her lip but a groan inevitably spilled forth; one hand catching his shoulder as he sunk himself into her. ''Hng... that's it, haah...''

Grabbing her hips he pulled her in, a mutual moan escaping them as he filled her more – the noise partially muted as their lips met in a rough kiss. Their meshing lips preluded the tongued that met halfway, pushing and tangling with one another in a heated French kiss that left Wales moaning in delight, her insides squeezing him as he pulled partway out before inevitably he drove himself back in.

The slick tightness that clamped around him felt like heaven, tempting his steady tempo to accelerate into something rougher – soon burying himself balls-deep inside his lover, her moans of satisfaction heavenly and enticing the Commander to break off the kiss. In part so he could look down and get a look at her ample bosom trapped within her dress; his right hand coming up and shamelessly pulling the front down, freeing her breasts from the snug fit.

No bra laid underneath, letting his fingers sink into her bare breast as he hefted her left about, groping her as he fucked her – much to her delight, her moans deep and entrancing. Wales though was hardly submissive and made that abundantly clear as she wrapped her legs around him; locking her heels behind him and pulling him into her, the slight smirk on her lips just arousing him more.

''It's been some time, mn, since we've been able to do this.'' Wales breathed out, eyes half-lidded. ''I've missed that hungry look you get when we do it.''

The Commander growled in reply, earning a chuckle from Wales – one that melted into a moan as he rutted himself into her, his thrusts growing rougher as he went about pounding her slick cunt, the slap of flesh echoing through the vast hotel room. His eyes never left Wales though, savouring every little smirk or husky groan she let out as he went balls-deep in her, his animalistic tempo only growing harsher as he felt the teetering edge of his orgasm near, pushing him towards his peak.

A peak Wales wasn't far away from either. Though she hid it well the way she clutched onto his shoulder and bit her lip betrayed her; her moans also taking on a huskier tinge as his tip kissed her innermost parts. Her thighs pressed into his hips and he grunted as she pulled him in close; fingers reaching into his hair and pulling their lips close enough to kiss, neither able as moans forced their way out of their lungs.

''C-Commander...!''

''Same.'' He grunted back through gritted teeth, pistoning himself into her tight, clenching vice, the friction only exacerbating the dire need surging up his length.

Yet the prospect of pulling out was ignored, not least because of her locked legs. Thus did he slam into her with wild, unrestrained fervour; relishing the hot moans that flew from her lips – lips he claimed in a sudden kiss, devouring her voice even as he buried himself into her, the lurid slap of their flesh joined by the sticky squelch of their loins, every thrust pushing him deeper into ecstasy.

Until he passed the point of no return, pleasure surging – and with a wordless exhale he blew his load. His hips bucked forth and he buried himself balls-deep in Wales, her slippery insides seizing around his girth and squeezing the nut from him; untold amounts of seed erupting inside of the Battleship as he came with her. No legible thought passed through his mind in that moment; just a senseless, animalistic need that gave him the strength to keep thrusting that little bit longer, emptying his balls within his lover.

His thrusts slowed then as his stamina waned, and then with one final thrust he ceased – groaning as he leaned back. He caught a glimpse of her flushed visage and cupped her cheek, skin hot under his palm as he lured her in and let their lips connect in a quick, clumsy kiss, one both drew away from after only a second – letting them see each other's flushed, lust-addled faces.

''Haha... you never fail to impress, Commander...'' Wales's breathy praise sent shivers coursing through him; amplified by how tingly his very skin felt.

That heightened sensitivity didn't stop him from pulling out though; hips rearing back and tip slipping free from her folds. To his surprise Wales didn't stop for a breather though and before he knew it she was sliding that fine ass off of the table and her knees touched the carpet, her fingers curling around the base of his manhood – and he cursed as she took him between those gorgeous lips of hers.

''Fuck, Wales...!''

They slid down deeply, nearly throating him before pursing and sucking up to the very tip, polishing his cock with her mouth and leaving it gleaming with saliva. She descended all the same regardless, eyes glinting with mirth as she shamelessly sucked him off then and there, taking advantage of his heightened sensitivity and leaving him clutching onto the table to keep standing – enduring those sensual lips that glid along his length without hesitation.

Worse still Wales was good at giving head. Her lips stroked and pressed in at all the right places to set his nerves alight, his mind bereft of higher thought as her tongue joined in on the fun and lapped at the underside of his cock – daringly sliding up and over the tip when she pulled back only to tease the sides a moment later. Every exhaled breath washed over his twitching tip and the hot tightness at the back of her throat tempted him dearly, doubly so when she nearly throated him.

His eyes were drawn down to her, watching with rapt attention as she sucked him off – and as if to rile him up further she groped herself with one hand; hefting her right tit about as she blew him. The sight just left him throbbing in her mouth, his groans rife with need and his fingers running through her blonde locks, sorely tempted to pull her down and fuck her throat. A temptation Wales pushed down as she pulled away; a wet pop escaping her mouth as she retreated.

Before his lustful eyes she stood, smirked – and then bent herself over the table.

''Won't you go another round, Commander~?''

How could he not, after such a sensual display?

Thus without delay he yanked her dress to one side, his cock grasp and guided along her syrupy folds – and as one they moaned as he sunk back into her. His hands found purchase on her hips almost immediately and he set about pounding the naughty Battleship before him, his groin bumping up against her ass with growing haste, each thrust quicker than the last.

The lurid slap of their flesh quickly began to echo as a result, every impact pushing Wales against the table until she shoved herself back, moaning deeply as she impaled herself onto his swollen, throbbing cock, her loins squeezing him so lovingly it felt like he might cum from the feeling alone. Mercifully he didn't; resisting the enthralling urge as he shamelessly fucked his lover over the table, his eyes drawn up her bare back and soon letting his hand run up it too.

His fingers came to settle on her shoulder them, curling around it – before he pulled her back towards him. Though surprised Wales just moaned her approval as his hands flew up to her chest; groping her ample bosom and using them like handholds as he pounded her from behind, every driving thrust hilting him in her sticky, clenching depths. His hastening pace left her clutching onto the rim of the table; moans spilling forth from her lips as he rutted her like a beast, the non-stop slap of flesh ringing in their ears.

''Hng! Yes, like that Commander...!'' Wales moaned out, managing to flash him a sexy smirk as he squeezed her tits. ''Don't hold back~''

The Commander growled playfully in reply, leaning in and kissing at her neck. Wales arched her back in reply, emphasising her tits and tempting him to grope her all the more – until instinct compelled his hips down onto her hips, keeping her steady as he railed her like she was the last woman on the planet. No mercy was granted as he went to town on her, his guttural grunts and sharp breaths joined by Wales's own vocalisations, her tensing insides smothering his twitching dick.

''Fuck, Wales, you're so damn sexy...!'' The Commander growled, slamming his hips forth with every ounce of strength he had; ploughing the Battleship and making her pitch spike. ''Gonna cum again...''

''Inside... feel free to, mn, ah, yes...!''

Wales couldn't finish; breathing choking up her throat as she endured his relentless pounding, the sound of their flesh clapping together ringing out. He felt his orgasm near; a dire pressure that begged for release, his cock shoved into her tightening tunnel and bringing him towards his end, the unfathomable need overwhelming him-!

And then he blew his load – a sharp shout fleeing his lips just as he slammed in one final time and painted her walls white with his seed. Wales climaxed with him, nails blunting on the table as she cried out and shook in the throes of ecstasy, the kneading grip of her insides only further squeezing him dry of seed – untold amounts of semen splattering deep within the blonde Battleship. He pressed himself into her, all but grinding himself against her as he spilled himself in her, their ragged breaths loud in the quiet.

Little by little he came down from his orgasmic high until he ultimately pulled out, the absence of his cock leaving Wales moaning under her breath, eyes drawn to him as she turned to face him. She caught his nape easily and drew him into a quick yet no less impassioned kiss, their moans muffled by their locking lips and leaving her smiling lightly when they drew apart.

''You never fail to leave me all hot and bothered, my Commander~'' Wales purred.

He shivered at her tone and stroked her thigh, another quick kiss shared between them. One that ended when Wales slipped out of his hold and took him by the hand, a secretive smile sent his way as she pulled him towards the bathroom.

More than just a shower on her mind.

As they made their way towards it though the Commander glanced over at his suitcase, noting a particular box peeking out from under his clothes. A black box with a conspicuous lack of markings.

'...I'll wait until tomorrow.'

And so it was tomorrow, with Hood as his witness, that he proposed to Prince of Wales.

A proposal Wales accepted wholeheartedly, the kiss that followed perhaps a bit too spicy for public viewing, but one he reciprocated all the same.

Even if it got them a light scolding from a smiling Hood in the process.

[END]