A/N: It's a damn shame Marseillaise doesn't have more fics and arts; among the Iris ships she's definitely among my favourites in terms of design.

Hopefully this will satiate the appetites of any who also crave lewds of her~

Do enjoy~

A New Exercise Routine

Although the Ship-Girls that operated in the fleet rarely had to fight in melee, it was always a possibility, especially when engaging the humanoid Sirens.

As such many Ship-Girls often prepared countermeasures for such a thing where possible. Some of their riggings came with melee weapons by default like Warspite or Zuikaku, whereas others learned to use their riggings themselves as weapons – ramming and slamming the solid steel into their opponents like a crude ram with varying degrees of success. Some though took to training their bodies, to make themselves either more flexible to gain distance or to improve their hand-to-hand skills. A punch from a Battleship was strong enough to crack concrete, after all. Even Destroyers could dent metal with a solid enough punch.

As such it shouldn't be a surprise that the base had a built-in gym – one that was currently sparsely-populated.

A fact the Commander enjoyed as he strolled in, breathing in and relishing the cool air-conditioned atmosphere, a sharp contrast from the humid outdoors at the moment. The wide room before him hosted all manner of weights and specially-made devices for the girls, many of them capable of holding several tonnes of weight if not over a dozen, to the point he wondered if he should just start bringing in old cars for the girls to lift instead. It'd be amusing, if nothing else, though perhaps not fitting for a gym interior.

The windows let light shine in but were tinted to be one-way, mostly to encourage some shyer members of the fleet to try the gym too. None were about though with how many sorties were currently ongoing, in part why he'd decided to get a light workout in whilst his work was done and before the inevitable batch of after-action reports came in.

While the gym was quiet, however, it wasn't empty.

''Hm? Oh, good afternoon Commander. Are you here to work out too?''

Marseillaise stood nearby, the weights in her hands set back onto the rack as she turned her eyes onto him. Among the fleet she was one of the newer entrants under his command but one he'd become well acquainted with ever since the gathering in Sardegna with all the Gazers, nearly resulting in total destruction had it not been for the efforts of all involved, eventually taking Marco Polo down and ruining her fabled plan.

Such memories though were far away from his mind right not. Not least thanks to Marseillaise's outfit. While her normal attire was rather sexy to begin with seeing her in full workout attire gave her a level of attractiveness he couldn't ignore. From the black yoga pants that hugged her long legs to the white sports bra that pushed her tits up nicely, she was a bombshell of a woman that he had a hard time not ogling outright.

He had the sense, at least, to not stare for too long at least. ''Y-Yeah. Don't mind me.''

Marseillaise hummed and dipped her head, moving away from the weights and instead taking an exercise ball from nearby and rolling it into an open space over by the corner, providing enough room for her to move about. He watched from the corner of his eyes even as he took out some lighter weights, unashamedly watching as Marseillaise sat that gorgeous ass of hers on the translucent grey ball and laid back – her chest jiggling faintly even in the constraints of her bra, no jacket nor dress present to hide her chest as she arched her back, pressing it flush against the ball.

For a moment he just watched her exercise; training her flexibility, no doubt. The movements were slow and she didn't make any necessarily erotic noises, just a few grunts and sighs as she bent her knees and rolled herself back-and-forth, managing to do so without falling off like some ships might. However the more he watched the tighter his shorts felt, unable to ignore how hot Marseillaise was... nor how casual she was when it came to his perversity.

Subtly he reached down and kneaded his cock through his shorts, stifling a groan as he felt how hard he was, the slightest touch making him throb with need. He was already erect and Marseillaise wasn't making it any better with her stretches, the tautness of her belly and tightness of her top only fuelling his mad lust – until he abandoned his planned workout entirely.

Instead journeying over to her side and groping her chest.

''Hn?'' Marseillaise seemed remarkably unphased. ''Commander, what is it?''

''Don't mind me.'' The Commander murmured back, squishing her tit.

Marseillaise's cheeks tinted pink but she didn't protest. However just holding her breast in his hand wasn't enough to satisfy his raging erection, compelling him around until he was kneeling before Marseillaise – and dropped his shorts.

Allowing his swollen cock to flop over her front, draping over her face. ''Oh my...''

''Wanna help me out with this?'' He slowly rocked his hips, the tip grazing her full, pink lips.

''...if it pleases you, then feel free.'' The cruiser breathed in reply, parting her lips.

Enticing him to grasp the base of his cock, slip the tip in – and with a groan he sheathed it between those lovely lips of hers. Marseillaise pursed her lips around it, applying a gentle pressure as the cruiser rocked herself towards him and took more of his cock between her lips, only to rock back a moment later – continuing her exercises even as she gave him an upside-down blowjob.

He sure as hell wasn't complaining; groaning in bliss and laying one hand over her throat, holding it gently as he helped thrust himself between her lips. The wet warmth of her mouth felt heavenly around his cock, not helped by how busy he'd been the last few days – he hadn't even had the chance to rub one out in bed before the next day came and it was back to work. As such the lurid warmth of her mouth was just what he wanted, a pleased sigh lifting itself from his throat as he dared to get a bit more rough with the cruiser.

Such as by grabbing her head and bucking his hips. Though the cruiser grunted in surprise she didn't push him away or anything of the sort, only encouraging the Commander to hold her head and thrust – short quick thrusts at first but quickly building as he got more into it, lust rearing its head and compelling him forth, his cock sliding between her plump lips and over her tongue, the tip soon hitting the back of her throat.

'Oh fuck.' He shifted his hands to her throat, barely able to feel his swollen tip poking at her throat. 'Why are all you Iris girls so hot...?!'

A question that went unanswered in his mind, but one that possessed him to buck his hips all the more, thrusting his dick down her gullet and enjoying every second of it. The sloppy gags and warbled grunts he face-fucked out of her were heavenly to listen to and he couldn't stop his hips if he wanted, his muscles drawing taut and jolting him forth repeatedly, rutting his swollen length between those perfectly-fuckable lips of hers.

Marseillaise for her part endured it without protest, her hands on his thighs but otherwise no protests escaping the cruiser, even as he rammed himself down her throat. He groaned at that, dick wet with her spit as her tongue lapped and flopped against it, the motions haphazard but lubing him all the more. Jiggling lifted his eyes to her chest though, staring at her bra-clad chest for a solid second – before yanking the material up, freeing her big breasts.

He couldn't help himself; his right hand latching onto her left tit and giving it a nice squeeze, relishing the perfect plumpness of her breast. Though not as massive as someone like Illustrious she was still quite big and he appreciated that fact acutely; his touch borderline reverent as he fondled her. While continuing to face-fuck her, of course; a groan escaping him as he bucked his hips and slapped his balls against her brow, his cock dipping down her throat with every movement.

''Mmgh, guhk, hghk...!''

The muffled noises Marseillaise made – the wet grunts, the hurried gasps, the sloppy sucks – just invigorated him further, his pulsating manhood driven deep between her obedient lips and down her tight throat. He lost himself in the pleasure; sinful need climbing his shaft as he went balls-deep in her holy mouth, fucking it harshly and savouring every second of it-!

When he peaked, grasping Marseillaise by the throat and hilting himself down her gullet – an eruption of pent-up seed spewing down her throat and eliciting a startled grunt from his partner, her gulps suddenly pronounced as she hurriedly swallowed his cum. He loosened his grip on her throat but spasms still shook his arms, prompting him to grab her tits instead, squeezing them roughly as he humped her face and came down her throat, a strained moan gradually fleeing his lips.

The intense rush steadily waned until all he had left was a tingling, heightened sensitivity – one that prompted him to pull out. His twitching tip slipped out past her lips and he rested his cock against them as she panted, his tip twitching and refusing to go soft even after such an intense orgasm. Which was fair, he'd argue, considering he was actively looking at her nice tits.

His lust only grew by the second, his cock becoming achingly hard once more – and without warning he stood, circling the exercise ball in moments.

''Ah... Command- nn?!''

A surprised grunt escaped Marseillaise as he dug his fingers into the waistband of her yoga pants, and pulled – yanking them down to her knees. Her silver-hued panties came down with them and left nothing to cover her womanhood, a narrow landing strip of silver practically luring his gaze down to her wet slit. A slit he got to see much better as he lifted her legs up, her heels resting on his shoulders and his cock-head rubbing down her pussy-

And then he was inside of her, a moan fleeing Marseillaise's lips as he penetrated her so suddenly, sinking himself into her hot, sticky depths. He clutched onto her legs with a moan of his own, euphoria momentarily overpowering him as he eased himself into her tightness, his sensitive cock squeezed and kneaded by her slick insides in such a way he could only groan in bliss. That bliss certainly didn't stop him from moving, however, his hips steadily beginning to rock and ease himself deeper into her.

''Mn, ah, nn...'' Marseillaise clutched onto the ball so as to not fall. ''Commander, you're... so deep...''

There was neither relief nor disapproval in her tone, as if him fucking her was just a normal part of work – and if anything that casual acceptance turned him on, his hands grabbing ahold of her hips instead as he pumped into her faster, pushing past the pleasure to rut himself into the Iris woman. She threw her head back with a moan, doubtlessly feeling his manhood throb inside of her with every thrust, his tip soon hitting her innermost parts and making her clench especially tight around him.

It just made him buck his hips forth all the more, the resounding smack of flesh ringing out through the otherwise empty gym. The reminder that they were in public made him glance about, half-tempted to see a shocked voyeur or two – but no, there was nobody, ensuring absolute privacy for their act. Still the riskiness of doing this in public excited him on some primal level, adding a feeling of haste to their act, as if at any moment they'd need to stop and he'd be unable to finish.

And with a bombshell like Marseillaise submissively letting him fuck her, he sure as hell wasn't going to walk out of here blue-balled.

''Hrn...!'' Digging his fingers into her soft, yet slightly-toned thighs the Commander gladly slammed his cock deep into her, the exercise ball jiggling under her with every impact. ''You feel so good...''

''A-As do, mn, you...'' Marseillaise moaned out with a quaking voice.

A voice that jolted into a moan as he hilted in her again, his tip touching her innermost parts and making her clench tightly around him, her grip possessive and threatening to make him bust then and there. He groaned at that, spending a precious few seconds to simply grind into her, to press himself into her depths – and then he was back to pounding her slippery cunt, ramming himself into her.

When a bolt of whimsy struck and he acted upon it – namely pulling out. The sudden absence made Marseillaise grunt but he didn't give her a chance to react before he practically kicked the exercise ball out from under her; pushing it out of the way and leaving her to half-fall, half-slump to the floor with a startled noise. A noise that melted as he caught her thighs and pressed them on top of herself, his dick grazing her wet, needy opening-

And then he was balls-deep in her pussy, a single rough thrust reuniting their loins. The Commander groaned unashamedly and squeezed her thighs as he bucked his hips, ruthless as he pounded himself into her sopping depths and enjoyed how tightly she squeezed him. In a display of flexibility he managed to keep her thighs practically flush with her tits, her own hands catching her calves to keep them folded for him, allowing his hands to touch the floor as he dedicated himself to ploughing the Iris woman beneath him.

His eyes were drawn to those lips of hers again, their faces close – and on a wild impulse dove down, kissing her.

Marseillaise didn't mind one bit; a breathless moan fleeing her throat as she reciprocated as best she could. Their breathlessness cut their kiss short but he initiated another just as fast as it ended, groaning into her mouth shamelessly as he pounded her into the floor, his twitching tip kissing her womb with just as much passion. The tightening grip of her insides edged him and the fact he was mating pressing her into the floor only fuelled his end, his hips in wild motion even as he mashed his lips against hers, his groan spilled against her lips-!

''Shit-!''

And then he came, slamming balls-deep into the cruiser and blowing his load without hesitation – spurts and splatters of semen painting her inner walls white and no doubt flooding her womb with his seed. Her insides seized around him as she orgasmed with him, the twitches and spasms acutely felt around his hypersensitive shaft, encouraging him to grind himself into her depths and pump every last drop of seed into her depths, letting her pussy milk him dry.

How long their orgasms lasted he wasn't entirely sure, time losing all meaning as he just nutted in the holy woman under him, the act probably a sin in the Orthodoxy. Yet in that moment he didn't give a damn, lost amidst the pleasure as his hips slowed and ultimately stopped, leaving him atop a panting Marseillaise with equal breathlessness.

Until with a grunt he leaned back and pulled out, allowing a deluge of white to overflow from her ploughed pussy.

He sat back for a moment to just catch his breath, his cock twitching and tender but miraculously still not going soft, though with the view before him he supposed that was warranted. Frankly he felt like he could go multiple rounds if his partner was someone like Marseillaise, and perhaps his immense horniness also granted him immense stamina. Past experiences suggested that may well be the truth.

The Commander pushed such thoughts from his mind for now, however. ''Feel anymore flexible after that?''

Marseillaise huffed lightly as she sat up on her arms, winded and flushed in the face, but looking more annoyed by his impromptu-fucking than actually flustered – like him mating-pressing her into the wood was just a part of her duties. Although given how well his perversity was known around the base, perhaps that was to be expected...

Just then the exercise ball from earlier rolled back into view, its momentum halted when it bumped against her side – and giving him an idea. One that Marseillaise seemed to understand as she hummed, once more entirely unphased even as she sat up on her knees and rested herself on the ball, her yoga pants kicked off her legs and leaving absolutely nothing to hide that gorgeous ass of hers nor her gleaming, needy pussy – two fingers reaching down to spread it just for him.

When faced with such an offer, how could he resist, risks of voyeurs be damned?

Shuffling closer on his knees he ended up behind her, one hand guiding him along her slit, rubbing a gentle whimper out of Marseillaise – and then a moan as he eased himself between her nether lips, hilting on the first thrust. His eager hands latched onto her hips and held her steady as he began to thrust once more, revving up quickly until he was actively pounding the Iris cruiser; his groin clapping her cheeks and fucking soft moans out of her.

Moans that only grew in volume as he found his rhythm, the lurid clap of his groin against her ass ringing out through the spacious room, joined by the sound of Marseillaise's moans – low and hot as she let them out so freely. He enjoyed every last one, his eyes running down her back and admiring her fine ass as he stuffed himself inside of her, ripples running over her cheeks with each impact and enticing him to be even rougher.

''Hng! That's it!'' Marseillaise moaned her approval.

The tightness to her voice betrayed her pleasure all the more, enticing him to slide his hands up her front and grab ahold of her bared breasts. She didn't protest and he fondled them plenty, unable to get enough of her chest in that moment – not that it made his hips slow any. If anything his groping touch made him hilt in Marseillaise all the more, his mind devoid of higher thought and dedicated solely to pounding the cruiser's pussy, every tight squeeze or slick grip threatening to push him over the edge too soon.

Kneading her large breasts he used them like handholds to pull her torso back, her moan soon quenched as their lips met in a messy, over-the-shoulder kiss. It was messy and disjointed but he enjoyed it all the same, grunting against her lips as he buried himself balls-deep in her sopping sex – every ass-clapping thrust jolting her forth before he yanked her back onto his dick, his pace like that of an animal as he succumbed to his lust.

Distant horns from ships coming into port made him glance at the doors, and he groaned as Marseillaise tightened around him, no doubt realising others would be coming by soon. It just made him slam into her all the more, the lurid smack of their bodies ringing out and eliciting all sorts of lewd moans from the Iris woman, her elbows touching the ball as he grasped her hips once more. Tension swept through his muscles, his groans tight and hers tighter, their bodies in furious, heated motion-!

''Ah~!''

-when Marseillaise came. The sudden tightness that clasped around his cock proved too much for him to endure; a slew of sudden, desperate thrusts culminating in a creampie that doused her insides with his seed, spurted across her walls as he hilted in her one final time. Sense was lost to him and all he could do was press himself into her rear and groan, untold amounts of seed shot inside of her and soon eliciting a dazed moan from the cruiser herself, her grip on the exercise ball loosening.

Until with a groan of his own the Commander pulled out. Cum dribbled out from her ploughed pussy and the cruiser slumped against the exercise ball, panting and twitching in the afterglow – her groan low and satisfied.

The Commander for his part slumped back onto the floor, his erection finally softening... and a work-out the last thing on his mind.

Partly because he was pretty sure this qualified as a work-out to begin with.

[END]