The Fairest of All Chapter One: Beautiful Feelings, Beautifully Conveyed
Grass plains stretched as far as his eyes could see, meeting a cloudless horizon far into the distance and bleeding into the setting sun's warm glow.
Reclamation Site 01 was calm. Calmer than the Commander could remember it ever being. Even with his Counters, Absolute, Grave, and Cinderella tagging along for their recent escapade to subdue the Four Beasts, their fight against Leviathan and Behemoth, Rapi's sudden awakening, and Anis taking time away from their group weighing heavy on his mind, the Commander couldn't help but feel an odd sense of comfort.
A comfort that only grew when he looked at the scenery surrounding him and the endlessly clear golden sky up above.
They were finally getting somewhere. He could feel it deep within himself. He had hope for a future humanity hadn't dared dream of in the last hundred years. He was beginning to believe that the distant future wasn't so 'distant' anymore.
"Prince?" A serene voice startled him out of his thoughts as he turned his head, the ever-growing familiar sight of the NIKKE with long white twin-tailed hair—Cinderella—filling his vision, a soft smile on her lips. "You're back already?" The girl's apprehension melded seamlessly into happiness, her smile only growing warmer as she continued to look at him in her approach. Her steps were light as a feather as she closed the distance between them, her glass slippers floating effortlessly beside her.
The sight of Cinderella, however, wasn't something the Commander had readily expected on his return. "I could say the same." A chuckle escaped Cinderella's lips at his quip, the Commander noting how her every action was worthy of different paintings in their magnanimous beauty. "Weren't you leaving with Grave to find one of your old comrades?" Her smile dimmed, her lips pressing into a straight line as she looked at him with a flicker of confusion.
"I told Grave I wanted to see you again before we left… Isn't it obvious that it'd only be appropriate to partake in your beautiful face one last time before I took my leave?" The girl didn't move as she spoke, her smile returning in a much more appreciative tone as her face flushed. Her eyes smiling up at him as she posited her answer like a question that was obvious to her.
He could feel the heat creep up his face alongside her praise, Cinderella's face slowly matching his hue with a pink blush at the knowing position she was putting him in. Cinderella loved doing this kind of thing. Not just to him, either. The NIKKE seemed to thrive in making other people sure of themselves, and he could understand why. Seeing people happy about who they were was gratifying in a good way.
The Commander steeled himself; he wouldn't lose this. If there was one thing he had going for him, it was his incessant knowledge of how to compliment a NIKKE. "Well, I'm glad I can gaze upon your mesmerizing self before you leave, too." Cinderella's lips turned upwards back into a smile.
"Thank you, my Prince." Her smugness could almost be considered illegal, but as long as Cinderella was happy, the Commander couldn't ask for much more. "Would you walk with me?" The girl's arm rose gingerly, her hand seemingly dainty and thin, but he knew well enough from their experiences out in the field that she was more than capable of crushing him if she so wished.
Without a wasted moment, he grabbed her hand with a foreign tenderness to the girl. His touch gentle and comforting, as if mere contact would cause her to shatter like glass. "Of course, Cinderella." The girl giggled at his action but did no more to embarrass the peerless Commander. Instead, her fingers interlaced with his in an unexplainable familiarity.
The two walked a while, idle chatter filling the still air between them. Comments about recent events, her opinion on the changed world around her, and beauty were exchanged freely and frequently between the two the longer they moved.
"My Prince, what do you find to be my most charming quality?" Cinderella voiced with a painful curiosity. Her grip not so much as budging a smidge as they continued to walk side by side, the lack of personal space becoming increasingly clear to the Commander as he brushed up against her shoulder repeatedly, making space for her after that, only for the girl to move closer each time immediately. Whatever attention she was seeking, she was receiving.
"There's too many to name…" The Commander's eyes scanned their surroundings, using whatever resolve he had in his body not to stare at the NIKKE smiling next to him. "Saying you're prettier than the golden sky up above would feel shallow, but saying anything contrary to that point would be a lie." His hand brushed at his hair, finding that playing with it was more enticing than having to meet Cinderella's uncovered red eye. "So, what would you like to hear most?" Her hand gripped his a little tighter, a slight jolt of pain shooting up his arm in the process.
"Your flattery is appreciated, but an answer I choose for you be anything but beautiful. I would like to hear your honest thoughts alone. Only an answer you come up with yourself would be wonderful, my Prince." Cinderella continued to lead him along with her hand. Their destination became no less apparent to the Commander, no matter how much he tried to stall the white-haired girl.
"…" Silence prevailed between them as they continued to walk. Houses passed them by in a blur as the Commander pondered on whatever words he'd say next.
Cinderella offered no further aid, simply opting to drag him along with her, the distance between them not widening so much as an inch in the process.
The only thing the Commander could focus on was the girl's back in front of him. Cinderella's twin tails seemed to flow perfectly behind her to accentuate her figure, leaving nothing to the imagination as they curved down her sides. He couldn't help his gaze shift down to her hips and legs, and he didn't even try to hide his ogling toward her chest or rear as she gazed back at him briefly. An apology never fared well in these circumstances, so the Commander only offered a pitiful smile.
Her red eyes pierced him as her grip tightened just a little. Then, a confident giggle escaped her throat as if the silence between them hadn't existed. "If my body attracts you most, then that is no problem to me, my Prince. A person's physical appearance is as essential to maintain as is their inward beauty." Cinderella reassuringly squeezed the Commander's hand. "It means a great deal that someone like yourself appreciates the care I put into my magnificent appearance."
Even with her confident nature, he couldn't help but feel slightly dejected at her assessment of him. "Your strength of will is also something I find dazzling about you, Cinderella."
"You needn't flatter me, Prince." Cinderella stopped then, her hand leaving him abruptly, only to brush against his face gently. "I also find your will to be charming… Both your physical body and mental fortitude." Her eyes scanning him from top to bottom told the Commander all he needed to know. "Just like Grave's noble deeds make her sparkle in my eyes, your reckless and courageous actions make you shine ever brighter." Her eyes never left him, the red reflecting his image back to him like a mirror. A confident, assured smile laced her lips. As if what she was saying were some of the truest words she'd spoken in her entire life. "Of course, It's only natural that you'd steal glances at my perfect form whenever convenient. I was made to be this beautiful, after all." He couldn't even complain about her narcissism at this point.
It was just kind of—endearing? He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but her actions made his heart thump loudly in his chest. An oh so terribly familiar feeling for the Commander.
"Then yes. I find your body bewitching, Cinderella." A blush dusted her still confident face at his words nonetheless, his tone leaving nothing to the imagination about whether he was pursuing her.
"I'll take that compliment as the highest form of praise." Cinderella's hand fell on her bosom, and a look of contemplation fell on her face.
Cinderella stood there, her eyes closed, and a gentle smile spread across her lips.
The Commander almost thought of taking out his phone for a scant few pictures; however, the notion of doing so only left a sour taste in his mouth. He doubted doing so would upset Cinderella, but he didn't want to ruin her seemingly happy moment as she stood beside him.
So he simply waited for Cinderella to finish her thoughts, and whatever task he was supposed to do was forgotten as he stared at the NIKKE.
The Commander knew that she had suffered for a long time. Her undying love for the Goddess Squad pushed her against all odds and grueling tests to become a Second Generation Grimms Model. Then, her dream came crashing down at the hands of someone Cinderella thought she could trust. Instead of writing a happy fairy tale that could be recalled with smiling faces, it became a horror story. Cinderella became the first heretic, Anachiro, and ruined humanity's chances of liberation from the Raptures as they were forced underground. In a cruel twist of fate, Cinderella was forced to watch everything unfold as she sat harmlessly inside her mind, her only consolation being that the Goddesses she'd looked up to would finish her.
Cinderella opened her eyes again, the smile on her face still as bright as when she closed her eyes. "Captivated, my Prince?" Her blush grew ever so slightly at his staring.
The simple fact that she could still "Very." He admired her. Cinderella was strong enough to push through all of her torment. Grave was similar in that fashion. Without the woman's constant worrying and protection, the Commander doubted Cinderella would have any chance to be alive. The Commander admired both of them and looked up to their efforts to recapture the Surface. Even after one hundred years, their dreams still burn bright, and even with the hate for her still smoldering like the embers of a dying fire, Cinderella immediately did everything she could to amend the wrongs she had committed as Anachiro.
"What did I say about flattery, Prince?" Even if she tried her hardest to put him off, he could tell she was happy.
"Nothing I say is mere flattery, Cinderella." The girl didn't move as he brushed her bangs out of her face, both of her crimson eyes staring straight into him in wonder. "Beauty can mean a lot of things to many different people, but if there's one thing you should know, it's that I think you're a fantastic person and an even greater Goddess." Cinderella's eyes stared into him, her face practically burning with heat at his words.
Cinderella had already helped him out more than he deemed necessary or required. He was in her debt and simply wanted to find a way to repay her. If his words could make up for even a fraction of what he felt for her, then that would be fine. He wasn't the type of person to push his luck after all.
With a step backward, Cinderella's bang fell back down, again covering her eye. The Commander's withdrawal left her stunned, her body seemingly in disagreement with her mind as to what she should do next, so instead, the Commander spoke. "So where were we going?" As innocent as the question was, the girl only turned her head to him in confusion, her mind evidently winning over her body.
"Whatever do you mean, Prince? We've already arrived at our destination." Cinderella's declaration made the Commander's head swing on a pivot as he scanned their surroundings.
They were still in Reclamation Site 01. Honestly, they had yet to move that far from where they had started. Their walk was more of a saunter, after all. At a glance, the Commander noticed one of the refurbished houses in front of them. One that Cinderella was currently using as her personal abode.
"The place you're staying?" While he wasn't oblivious to what Cinderella implied with her bringing him here, his question only made the girl's face furl.
"I thought repaying you for everything you've done would be the most beautiful way to do this. For helping free me from my prison. For helping Grave when I wasn't there. For letting me rewrite our fairy tale." Cinderella grabbed his hand yet again. A light tug with a strength he couldn't resist pulled him with her toward the house.
"If you want to talk about repaying someone, shouldn't I be the one doing that?" His words managed to stop the NIKKE in her tracks.
"Need I remind you that I wouldn't be here right now without you gifting your assistance to Grave to receive my glass slippers?" Her body stood infront of the doorway, perfectly framed by the contrast of her pale skin and white bodysuit to the old wood of the entranceway. The girl looked back at him, still seemingly confused by his words.
"And since then, you've done more than I could ever repay you for. Including saving my life." Cinderella continued to stare at him. Her expression was flat, and the gears in her mind were turning as she thought.
"Have I not done a good enough job of conveying my feelings? I thought I'd managed to do it perfectly, just like Grave advised me." The girl posited to herself, her voice as quiet as a whisper but easily discernible by the Commander next to her.
"Cinderella." His words died on his lips as he looked at Cinderella before him.
Cinderella stood perfectly still like a statue, a small smile spread across her lips in a picturesque sight before him. "Is it strange that I've fallen in love with my Prince?" The girl drew nearer, her breath tickling his neck as she looked—fixated on every one of his reactions. "To me, you're radiant. Truly a one of a kind man. Someone I could never tire of staring at… My Prince Charming. You're magnificent." She grew even closer, her body pressing into him, familiar soft surfaces touching his body all the while.
"The feeling is mutual, Cinderella." The Commander's hands came up to her shoulders, but her body insisted it stay pressed into him. "But I think with everything happening recently, a raincheck might be due—"
"Then I don't see the issue in getting this done with quickly… I love you, my Prince. Do I need to prove that this gorgeous feeling of mine is without equal? That what I feel is the genuine article from fairy tales themselves?" Cinderella cupped his face, gently turning his head to look down at her. Her face was close enough that he could smell her shampoo, and her plump breasts were squashed against his chest hard enough that he could feel his southern half start to act up.
He didn't fight Cinderella's hand as she caressed his face and stared into his eyes. She wasn't taking no for an answer. "What if Rapi or Grave find us?" He'd never live it down if Rapi interrupted them now, and he didn't necessarily know how Grave would react to the sight of them making out in plain daylight.
"They won't. Grave is currently keeping her occupied. No one can interrupt us, Prince." Cinderella sounded sure of herself. The Commander was willing to let go of his guard and accept what would happen.
This could be another form of payment, I guess. The Commander quietly surmised to himself as he looked down at the NIKKE infront of him, her hands quickly and deftly coming to clasp his in hers.
Like someone unsure of their actions, Cinderella slowly leaned in, the Commander staring intently at Cinderella's approaching face. Then, as if possessed, the Commander leaned down and closed the rest of the distance in a moment. Her surprise was evident as she yelped into his mouth, but with a squeeze of her hand in his, it turned into a hum but a moment later.
The NIKKE could feel herself heat up from the simple, loving gesture. She could feel it even now that her core was yearning for something more as she pressed into him.
It was horrifying how perfect it felt to the Commander. Cinderella's lips against his, her soft but firm body pushing against him, and her knee beginning to ride up towards his crotch. He felt her melt into him, and his body forced itself to do the same, his eyes never closing or tearing away from looking at her.
Cinderella must've noticed, however, as her eyelashes fluttered open, her half-lidded red eyes staring back at him with glee, her face beaming with a joy he'd never seen her display before. Their kiss threatened only to deepen then, but he managed to pull away before he could get any more entranced.
He stepped back, letting both of them get some breathing room. Cinderella, with flushed cheeks and an uncharacteristic smile on her face, giggled. He couldn't help but blush at the NIKKE—the girl before him as she gazed back at him, the curtain of her bangs breaking just enough to let him see flashes of red through her white hair.
She was just too beautiful.
The girl's stupor ended in a moment as she tidied herself. "Is it not right for a woman to pursue the man she loves with everything she has at her disposal?" Cinderella looked at him, a confident smile on her face. "Is it not beautiful to use my love and body to enrapture you, my Prince?" Without so much as a fluster, Cinderella gently took the Commander's hand and placed it on her chest with a swiftness he couldn't process. Her fingers slowly coaxed him to squeeze down on the soft orb his hand couldn't fully grasp in his palm. A soft moan akin to a melody from the finest violin escaped her lips as he let his fingers sink into her skin.
She leaned in then, a sweet whisper filling his ears. "You alone are allowed to touch my magnificent body, my Prince." Her head moved away from his as she kissed his cheek.
The Commander's body flared at the NIKKE's actions. Many times had he been approached by a NIKKE who had grown to love him, and many times had he reciprocated in kind. This time, though? This time, it felt different in a new type of way.
Cinderella was a scarily alluring woman to him—a woman that he admired in both the way she lived and the way she wanted others to. Cinderella was beautiful inside and out—a person he had guiltlessly fallen for, and she was someone he didn't know if he wanted to live without from now on. If reciprocating her feelings made up for everything she had done for him, then so be it.
Cinderella didn't move away from him. His hand was still placed on her chest. The blush on both of their cheeks only grew hotter by the second. Neither of them showed any signs of resignation for what would happen.
She had made her intentions clear.
As the Commander and her Prince, he was expected to answer.
"I'm not the gentlest person when it comes to pleasing beautiful women, Cinderella." His words were a warning to the girl, his hand groping the perfectly pliable mound with a vigor he didn't dare show a moment ago. Yet again, a moan escaped Cinderella's mouth. This time, she only further captivated the man in front of her with her siren call.
The word of warning did nothing to push her away as her blush deepened. "Some could say that giving into your wanton desires is also beautiful. I wish to see how beautiful you can become, my Prince… I need to see how beautiful you make me." She smiled once again, in that way that only she could.
It was way too seductive.
Before Cinderella could react, her lips were stolen by her Prince, and the door behind her was pushed open and closed behind them.
The heavy thud of Cinderella's back hitting the wall caused the house to shake. "Prince~" Cinderella's weak voice called out, a moan escaping her briefly before the Commander closed her mouth with his. Instead of the pure and innocent kiss they had shared earlier, these were simply for pleasure. Wet, needy, slightly violent, and entirely too depraved for someone as beautiful as Cinderella.
The girl moaned into his mouth as he pushed himself into her, neither caring that his tightening pants were rubbing up against her stomach as they continued to dive deeper into each other's mouths.
His hands traced every inch of her perfect body as if they were searching to find whatever weak spots they could, Cinderella's hands mirroring his actions. "P-Prince~, please." Her silent pleading was met with a quiet refusal. Instead, the Commander groped her chest, teasing her ever-hardening knubs through her clothes—a mewl meeting his lips from the girl as she offered no resistance to his advances.
"Tell me if you ever feel uncomfortable, Cinderella." The low tone he spoke with made the girl shiver slightly against his touch.
Even if she were too beautiful for her own good, he wouldn't let someone with no experience take the reins from him. Of course, with her strength, if she ever wanted, nothing was stopping her from pushing him away.
When he watched her head bob in agreement, he moved his hands down to her core, brushing whatever skin he touched on the way down. "You're dashing, Cinderella." He admired every part of her he passed by. Her gorgeous breasts, her shapely hips, her round ass, her soft thighs—it was all too entrancing. He moved in, his lips meeting hers again in one of the countless silent confessions they'd shared in the last few minutes, a light but firm squeeze of her ass cheek causing another moan of protest to echo through her lips.
If that was enough for her to be putty in his hands, he didn't know how much longer he'd be able to hold himself together.
The surprise on Cinderella's face as he slipped underneath her clothes and sunk a playful finger inside her—her knees buckling from the sudden intrusion—made a chuckle escape the Commander's mouth. With her legs betraying her, Cinderella's hands grabbed his shoulders to hold herself up.
"I'm the one who's s-supposed to—ahh~ repay you, Prince. T-This is hardly befitting for someone like me~." The Commander listened to her whines with interest but still paid them no mind as his one finger became two and further dug inside her.
"You're plenty pretty right now, though, Cinderella." The cocky bite in his tone as he continued to play with her tit in his other hand only made the girl's blush deepen even more. "Just think of it as repaying you for helping me so much… You can repay me later." The notion of whatever would happen later made Cinderella shiver.
He couldn't help a smile form on his lips as he kneaded her chest with his hand, a simple movement allowing him to tease her pronounced hardened nipples through her tight clothes. Her body quivered at his movements, a sure sign that she was enjoying herself.
Cinderella was into praise that he knew. So, what was wrong with a little pet play?
His fingers pushed back into her, a sharp cry escaping Cinderlla's lips at his quickened movements. "P-Prince~" Her face, even haggard, was as beautiful as ever.
"I want to see how beautiful you can become, Cinderella." The girl stood there squirming from his fingers still inside her but did no such thing as move. The mere thought to her now was appalling. Instead, the only thought in her mind was how better it would feel to stay where she was.
When the Commander started mercilessly pumping his fingers inside of her, she fully realized she was at his mercy.
"P-Prin—ahhh!" Her moan cut off into a scream at the pleasure erupting from her core. It was an unknown sensation. One that felt so good, so right, that she was surprised she'd never bothered to venture into it.
"Good girl." A shock ran through her head at the mere mention of the name. " Let me hear your voice, Cinderella… Be as loud as you want." The Commander's whisper only further rocketed Cinderella toward her eventual orgasm.
"A-Am I b-beautiful—hah~ to y-you right now, Prince?" Through moans and whines, Cinderella spoke, her eyes pleading for his answer, all while her body continued to spasm along with the Commander's movements.
"The most beautiful I've ever seen." The squelching of her pussy as it clung to his fingers was the only thing either could hear. That and Cinderella's frequent moans of pleasure. Her arms shot up to his neck the next moment, cradling it as she forced him to kiss her, prying his mouth open with a strength only a NIKKE could exert as they fought for dominance inside the other's mouths with their tongues. A fight Cinderella guiltily knew she was wholeheartedly losing.
"Mmhh—faster." The girl's voice pleadingly called out between their gasps for air, the kiss becoming something far from being able to be described as conventionally proper. Cinderella, however, would've loved to argue with that statement.
The Commander didn't bother nor care to argue with her as he started veritably finger fucking the NIKKE as fast as he could, his intention with the action loud and clear. He was aiming for a finish with a flourish.
Cinderella unleashed a guttural moan as he continued to go faster and faster. Meanwhile, the Commander used whatever he could to expedite her orgasm, kneading her tits, assaulting her clit with his thumb, pumping his fingers into her with as much gusto as he could manage, and making sure to pack her mouth with as much passion as he could muster. He wouldn't be caught dead being called a slouch regarding this sort of thing.
"P-Prince—uoogh—c-cumming!" The girl's shrill voice sounded like music to his ears as he continued to jam his fingers inside of her, Cinderella's hips ramming into his hand as if her life depended on it. With a menacing smirk, the Commander curled his fingers inwards towards her belly, clutching her g-spot and squeezing with malice.
With a practical explosion of convulsions from Cinderella, she shrieked. Her body spasming against his wrist; the pressure alone almost made the Commander doubt he'd pull them out to begin with, so instead, he continued to pump them inside her, deeper and deeper, harder and faster, even as Cinderella screamed and moaned as he forced her to ride her prolonged orgasm out, her arms grabbing hold of his body for dear life.
"Good girl." The Commander whispered into her ear again, her spasms only seeming to strengthen from his voice tickling her ear. "Just like that." His free hand reassuringly brushed the girl's hair as her legs gave out on her. The Commander, for his part, was doing his best to keep the girl standing up with his strength. Still, he continued to pound her orgasming pussy with his fingers. A veritable shower of her fluids bathed his hand and uniform's sleeve.
"Prince…" Cinderella whined out his name, her back pressed firmly against the wall, her body continuing to spasm against his from the orgasmic high she had experienced.
He leaned in for a kiss, something the girl eagerly shared with him in a needy gesture. "You were beautiful, Princess." He pulled away slightly from the girl, his fingers finally leaving her still sopping pussy, a whine escaping the girl as he did so. The nickname, however, one that she'd previously stated to dislike, only seemed to please her in an unexplainable way. At least enough so that she took no immediate action against him, instead blushing a deep crimson, similar to her eyes.
"Was I?" With help from him, Cinderella stood upright, her legs wobbly, but their tight embrace held her in place.
With some fumbling, the Commander grabbed a handheld mirror on the entryway stand next to them. "Look for yourself. I'd say you're positively glowing." A flash of the mirror toward her made Cinderella's lips creep upwards into a warm smile.
Her hand approached her face and rubbed soothing circles into her cheek to check for any blemishes. "You're right." The words fell from her lips in a whisper as she gazed listlessly into her reflection.
Cinderella's flushed face turned toward the Commander standing and waiting for her to compose herself. Just like always, he waited patiently for her. "Will you come to bed with me, my Prince?" Cinderella beckoned for his hand then, neither bothering to mention her still exposed crotch and fluids leaking down her shaky thighs.
"We can stop here if you want, Cinderella. We could always continue after you get back."
Her hands came up to his face, her stare focused directly onto his eyes, looking for her reflection. "Stopping here wouldn't be beautiful." A bashful smile broke out on her face as she placed a singular chaste kiss on his lips. "I'd like to see my Prince squirm with pleasure as well." Cinderella's hand snaked down his body and rested on top of the tent he'd been pitching since driving his tongue into the mouth of the girl infront of him.
The Commander wouldn't say no to that kind of invitation any day of the week. "Then, I'll be in your care, Cinderella." Her face beamed back at him with a warmth he'd only seen Cinderella harbor toward Grave.
With not another word between the two, Cinderella whisked the Commander back to her room.