Aquila was exhausted.
She just finished practicing with Akagi, and she was so roughed up that she didn't even have the strength to walk by herself; luckily, Enterprise was there to help her. The Eagle Union carrier had just come out of the meeting room after finishing the daily talks with the flagships and the Commander, only to find Aquila's battered figure walking and stumbling along the path.
"Ah, thank you, Enterprise. Sorry for the trouble," Aquila said as the other carrier ran up to her and threw an arm behind her back to keep her upright.
"Aquila, you look horrible. What happened?" Enterprise inquired in apprehension.
"Don't worry; I went a bit too hard on training today, and now I'm a bit sore," Aquila reassured her as the two began walking toward the dorms.
Enterprise let out an exasperated sigh. "It was Akagi, wasn't it? I swear, she doesn't know what half measures are."
Aquila responded with a sheepish laugh. Indeed, the Sakura carrier had been ruthless with her, putting her under one of the toughest training regimes she had ever been through. She had expected Akagi to give her some pointers or teach her some maneuvers and tactics typical to the Sakura Empire, similarly to how the other veteran carriers had done, but instead, when she showed up to the training grounds, the Kitsune just said, "Defend yourself," and attacked her out of the blue.
They went at it for hours, and after a few serious close calls, just when Aquila thought she'd croak right then and there, Akagi called the end of it, allowing her to go have lunch so that she could switch her focus on Yorktown.
Aquila was seriously considering quitting, but what would her friend and flagship, Littorio, think of her for giving up at the first sign of hardship? Besides, it'd be quite rude of her to do so when Akagi had so kindly accepted to train her without the faintest hint of presumption on her part, and especially after Yorktown went through the trouble of convincing the Sakura carrier.
Aquila did notice that the fox had been very enthusiastic when it came down to training and practice, and she wondered if she'd reserve the same treatment for the crippled carrier or if she was treating her with white gloves instead.
When Aquila voiced that thought, concern creeped into Enterprise's mind. Once the pair reached the Sardinian dorm, the veteran quickly dismissed herself, hurrying for the training bay to check on her sister.
Akagi was annoyed.
Since the first day of her arrival, she hadn't had a single chance to properly interact with the Commander.
The summit was still going, and he spent most of his time inside the administration building discussing things with the flagships and attending to his duties as fleet commander. Not only that, but even when he had a moment to spare, he was always accompanied by one of three Kansen: Belfast, Shoukaku, or South Dakota.
His bodyguard was always tailing behind him when he walked around the port, staring at her like a hawk when they crossed paths. The head maid seemed to appear out of nowhere whenever she tried to approach him, and his secretary—her detestable kohai—was always ready to whisk him away with some kind of excuse when she tried to surprise him in his office.
Akagi was starting to think they were doing this entirely on purpose, just to keep her away from him. She sincerely hoped that wasn't the case; she really didn't want to cause an international incident by disposing of those pests for getting in the way of her "love." If she did, Amagi wouldn't allow her to get away with it with a simple scolding.
The mere thought of her beloved sister being angry at her was enough to deter her. Amagi had threatened to personally shave her head if she messed up during her stay at Azur Lane, and Akagi had no doubts she intended to carry through on her promise; the menacing smile with which she bid her goodbye was still etched into her mind, and it was enough to send shivers down her spine and along her tails.
Her inability to act on her instincts was what made her so upset, causing her to blow off some steam on Aquila during training.
She wondered if she went too rough on the Sardinian rookie. The poor girl had nothing to do with her plight, and Akagi did feel a little bad about it, but in the end, she brushed off her own concern; going all out on her trainee was, in her opinion, the best way to practice and prepare for a real battle, and if Aquila found it too daunting an experience, then she was free to quit whenever she wished.
In any case, she welcomed the chance to vent her frustration since now she had to switch her focus on Yorktown; hers was more like a rehabilitation program than a proper training session, and Akagi knew she had to go easy on her.
What she wasn't expecting, though, was how much she needed to go easy on her.
"You are in much worse shape than I imagined, Yorktown," Akagi drily commented.
Both had their rigging out, but only Akagi's planes were flying above their heads, drawing reddish circles of fire in the air around them. Yorktown was on her knees, clutching at her chest, gasping for air, her face contorted in a mask of panic, and her eyes on the verge of tears.
Once her panting decreased in intensity, Akagi moved to her side and grabbed her by the arm, helping her up before the two started making their way back to the docks.
As a result of her traumatic, near-death experience, Yorktown was still able to deploy her rigging, but she had lost the ability to control her own planes. She could still conjure them atop her flight deck, but the issue started the moment she tried to will them into moving for takeoff. Whenever she tried, panic settled in, and a crippling anxiety that prevented her from acting gripped her, sending cold shivers down her spine, paralyzing her body, and shutting down her mind.
She was still capable of summoning her hull, but it was inert like a raft, rendering her unfit even as a transport vessel.
That time, during the joint operation with the Sakura Empire, when she offered to stay behind to hold off an entire Siren fleet coming at them, she did it only to buy some time for Akagi to bring to safety the civilian convoy they were escorting. She did her duty as a Kansen to protect humanity from their sworn enemy, and she had no regrets—or so she thought.
Not being able to fight alongside her comrades was a much more harrowing prospect than she initially expected. She thought she could deal with it, but more and more often she found herself staring in the distance, longing for the sky like an eagle with clipped wings; it was like she had been forcefully stripped of her sole purpose in life.
She had found solace at Azur Lane; assisting the Commander in managing the joint fleet alongside Hood had helped her take her mind off her troubles at first, but it certainly wasn't enough to make her forget her plight. The most recent attempt on Akagi's part to bring her out of her shell only helped cement it in her mind; no matter how much she tried, she'd never be able to go back to how things were before.
"I-I'm sorry, Akagi; I didn't want you to see me like this," Yorktown spoke with a downcast expression as the other carrier dragged her along.
"Don't apologize. You'll make it even more pathetic than it already is," Akagi replied as they reached the pier and stepped on the concrete.
Yorktown hung her head in shame, trying her best to stand on her own buckling legs. Her words hit her like a stab through the chest.
By now, she had gotten used to Akagi's sharp words and her ugly attitude. They didn't deter her from trying to befriend the Sakura carrier in the past, and she certainly wouldn't let them bother her now, but it was still hard to cope with the truth when she slapped it in her face like that.
"I told you. I'm too broken to make any kind of meaningful progress-"
"Cease your wallowing," Akagi cut her off, her voice dripping with annoyance. "I can't stand the thought of my historical rival in such a sorry state. I don't care how much of a lost cause you believe you are; I said I'd be training you, and by my word, I intend to see this through to the end. My honor as a proud Kansen of the Sakura Empire is at stake."
Yorktown averted her gaze from her in shame.
Part of her hoped Akagi would just deem her a lost cause and ditch her on the spot, but if there was something she learned about the Sakura carrier, it was that when she set her mind on something, there was no stopping her. Whether it was pride, stubbornness, or both, she didn't know.
"Even if you know it's going to be a huge waste of time?" She tentatively asked her.
"I'll make sure it won't. I'll personally whip you into shape, even if I have to do it the hard way."
"I won't allow it!"
A third voice interjected in the conversation. Enterprise was briskly making her way toward them, her eyes fixed on the Sakura carrier after hearing her words.
"Ara, Grey Ghost, how nice of you to join us on this fine day," Akagi said, openly showing the sarcasm in her voice. "Are the talks done for today? Is Shikikan free at the moment?"
Enterprise ignored her questions. She came to a stop right in front of her, fixing her with a glare. "What are you playing at here, Akagi?"
A smirk came to Akagi's lips. "Whatever do you mean?"
"Don't play dumb with me; I know what you did to Aquila. The poor girl could barely walk straight. If you think I'll allow you to do the same with my sister, you are sorely mistaken," Enterprise glowered at her, trying to keep her tone as steady as she could.
"Enty, please, there's no need to be so tense; Akagi was just trying to help me," Yorktown intervened to assuage her sister's concern.
"Sister, I know you consider her your friend, but you should know it better than me. There's no way she'd offer her help without getting any personal benefit from it; either that, or she's just mocking you for her own amusement, and I won't allow it," Enterprise stated with the barest hint of venom dripping from her tone.
"Ara, is this the tolerance on which the Eagle Union prides itself so much?" Akagi said with a mocking tone. "Aren't you a bit too on edge here, Grey Ghost?"
"Akagi, please don't make things worse," Yorktown pleaded.
"How could I not be?" Enterprise's voice was barely above a whisper as she glared at the Kitsune. "You are the reason my sister's like this! She won't ever be able to fly her craft because you left her to die! I can't possibly trust you with her around!"
"Enterprise, that's enough! There's a limit to how rude you can be!" Yorktown finally snapped, raising her voice at her sister's accusations.
"But sis-"
"No buts! Need I remind you that I'm still alive only thanks to Akagi and her timely intervention? If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be here in the first place," Yorktown reprimanded her. "How many times do I have to tell you? Akagi and I are friends, and I won't allow you to disrespect her like that!"
Silence fell over the pier of the training bay, interrupted only by the sound of the surf of the waves impacting on the concrete of the docks.
Enterprise was too baffled to retort; instead, she turned her gaze to Akagi, glowering at her as the Sakura carrier regarded her with an expression full of contempt.
Enterprise did blame Akagi for her sister's condition, but she mostly blamed herself. If she had been there in Yorktown's place, things would have played out in a completely different way. But back then, Yorktown had offered to take on that cursed sortie herself, saying that among the three sisters, she was the most suitable to deal with Akagi's personality, and in the end, both Enterprise and Hornet had to concede to her.
Yorktwon's gentle disposition did help her navigate Akagi's more spiteful attitude until the two established what could be considered a twisted but nonetheless genuine sense of camaraderie between them, but in hindsight, butting heads with Akagi would have been a small price to pay to prevent the subsequent outcome.
After the incident, Yorktown had been miserable, and Enterprise had become a lot more protective of her sister, not wanting her to get hurt more than she already was. The solace she had found at Azur Lane helped her forget about her plight for a while, but now, with Akagi in the picture again, what Enterprise feared the most was happening. Yorktown was being reminded of what she had lost, and it was hurting her deeply.
On Akagi's part, the fox wasn't even trying to hide her amusement. Seeing the Grey Ghost humbled by her own elder sister reminded her too much of the times Amagi would scold her in front of everyone, and it was making her giddy with delight.
And about Yorktown's condition: she didn't regret her actions in the slightest, but she did feel a bit of remorse. Yes, she did leave her behind, but it was at Yorktown's request, and she didn't hesitate because it was the most rational way to come out of that desperate situation without risking the convoy and the civilian lives they were escorting. She still remembered when she went back to fish the battered body of the Eagle Union carrier out of the water and the conflicting emotions it brought forth in her heart.
It was almost funny how, in the short time they had spent together on that journey, she had come to tolerate the presence of one of her much-hated historical rivals. Against all odds and her own attempts at using scornful and witty remarks to dissuade the woman from approaching her, Yorktown had managed to grow on her, and seeing her reduced to that sorry shell of her old self left her with a bitter taste in her mouth.
The silence filling the air around them was interrupted by the sound of a loud horn blaring, echoing throughout the port. The three of them turned toward the entrance of the bay to see a single Vichya destroyer making its way toward the docks.
That was Le Malin's hull. The male Kansen and the others were finally back from their sortie.
Yorktown was the first to speak. "We'll talk about this later, Enty. I'm going to greet the search team. In the meantime, I expect you to apologize to Akagi while I'm gone."
Yorktown dismissed herself, sending one last glare of warning to her younger sister and an apologetic nod to Akagi. Grimm, who had been waiting the entire time for his owner to finish her business, took flight from the lamppost he was perched atop, coming to roost on Yorktown's extended arm as she walked away from the scene.
That only left Enterprise and Akagi, the former glaring at the other, the latter still with a sneer adorning her face.
"Don't you have something to say, Grey Ghost?" Akagi addressed her rival.
Enterprise's expression tightened. "If you are expecting an apology, you can keep on waiting, Akagi. I stand by what I said."
"Fufu, your concern is not misplaced at all; if I were in your place, I wouldn't trust someone like me either," Akagi chuckled, her voice having a serious undertone to it. "Though I wasn't expecting you to be so openly mistrustful of your allies. I always thought you were just an incorrigible goody two-shoes. I must say, I'm reconsidering my opinion of you, for the better, of course."
"I'm just trying to protect my sister here. I'm sure you can understand."
"Of course I can. I also have someone I want to protect with all my might, even at the cost of antagonizing our new allies," Akagi retorted, all traces of mirth having disappeared from her tone. "But you can rest assured, this won't be the case."
Enterprise raised a questioning eyebrow at her. "How so?"
"Believe it or not, my intentions with Yorktown are totally genuine; I admit that my method might be a bit strict at times, but I'm convinced this kind of shock therapy is the best way to address the issue," Akagi paused for a second, letting her words hang in the air. "And in my humble opinion, if your sister hasn't recovered yet, it's because you are being too soft with her."
"All I want for my sister is some peace and quiet and a bit of respite from all the constant fighting," Enterprise retorted. "You say I'm being too soft with her, but it's still better than turning every sparring session into a battle to the death like you do."
"You know what? You totally have me there," Akagi replied with a dispassionate tone of voice. "Tell me, Ghost, do you recall Midway? I most certainly do—try as we might to put it behind us."
The mention of the pre-Siren battle caused Enterprise to wince in discomfort. Of course she remembered; all the memories and sensations she inherited from the members of her old crew were still fresh in her mind. It was ages ago, but to her, it felt like yesterday.
"Where are you going with this? What does it have to do with anything?" She breathed out, resenting Akagi even more for bringing up such a painful memory.
"It does. Perhaps if I had watched my sister slip peacefully beneath the waves like you did instead of watching her burn in a fire, I'd be as willing to treat my peers with white gloves as you are, but alas, fate wouldn't have it," Akagi stared into the distance as she said this, then her gaze moved back to the other carrier. "We should know this better than anyone else. War never changes. There's no way to tell when a similar situation may present itself again in the future. If we really want to protect those we care about, we have to prepare them for the worst instead of keeping them inside a bubble, like you are doing with your sister."
Enterprise found herself speechless; her lips sealed shut as she processed Akagi's words, and another heavy silence fell over the pair.
After a few more seconds of silence, Akagi got tired of waiting for her response.
"If we are done here, I shall take my leave and go greet Kaga. Shikikan Travis should also be there."
She turned on her heels and walked away, heading for the docks, leaving Enterprise alone with her thoughts.
When Akagi reached the docks, the fleet had already disembarked from Le Malin's hull. There was already a small crowd gathering around, consisting of those who had remained behind, eager to greet their friends and comrades.
Yorktown was there with St. Louis, chatting with Helena and Freedom, as the light cruiser excitedly recounted the events of the battle and how they had managed to successfully capture an Elite Siren with their teamwork.
August von Parseval, who didn't take part in the sortie because of her duties as senior Kansen, after greeting her two short compatriots—Deutschland and Admiral Graf Spee—with a tender smile and an affectionate pat on the head, didn't hesitate to rope her man in a very ostentatious display of PDA, catching him off guard with a fiery kiss, right in front of everyone else.
"I'd ask you how it went, darling, but you and everyone else look in perfect shape," August commented while the shipboy held her in his arms.
"I'll tell you everything later, meine Liebe, when we get some privacy," Leviathan replied with a telling smirk before leaning in for another kiss.
Some of the other Kansen simply ignored the display, others feigned disinterest, and others were forced to avert their gazes in embarrassment.
Richelieu had just arrived to deliver important news to Jean Bart and Le Malin. The two Vichya shipgirls had a concerned expression that mimicked the one on the Cardinal's face, but before the Iris flagship could relay the news, she was caught speechless and slack-jawed at the shameless and sinful display the two Iron Blood lovers were putting up right in front of them.
"Soeur, stop gawking at those two horndogs and tell us what's wrong," Jean Bart urged her with an exasperated tone.
Richelieu forced her composure back and cleared her throat. She took a deep breath as she turned to face her sister and the shorter destroyer with a serious expression.
"Dunkerque is awake," she stated.
Nothing else needed to be said. Both apprehension and jubilation took hold of them as the shipgirls of the Iris Orthodoxy took off with haste for the hospital.
As the three walked away, Akagi noticed the Commander approaching their location, and a predatory smile appeared on her lips. Belfast was busy discussing things with Hermione, South Dakota was distracted catching up with Massachusetts, and there was no sign of her detestable kohai in sight—this was her best shot, and she wouldn't let it slip through her fingers.
"Shikikan-sama~!"
"Commander Travis, we are back, and we bring good news!" Emperor's delighted tone cut her off as a bundle of orange fur obstructed her path.
Kurama was standing in front of her, giving her his back, right next to his brother, as the two addressed Ryan first. The male Kitsune turned to face her after noticing her presence and regarded her with a sideways glance.
"Oh, it's you, Akagi. Sorry, didn't see you there."
Akagi sucked in a sharp breath of annoyance and let out a dangerous smile. "Kurama, are you also trying to get in my way?"
"Uh? Get in line, vixen. We have more important stuff to discuss than whatever scheme you are plotting," the shipboy told her with a dismissive tone. He was perfectly aware of her intentions, if the conversation between her and Nagato he had overheard last time was any indication.
Balling her fists and gritting her teeth, the carrier began seething in anger, trying her best not to let her instincts get the better of her- No, wait. She didn't need to hold back with him. It's not like she'd cause an international incident by disposing of him like it would with any of the other pests. Sure, she'd have to respond to Nagato and the other shipboys, but even that wasn't a problem if she did it subtly.
As the stare-off between the two continued, unbeknownst to the others around them, Kurama could feel the murderous intent seeping through the other Kitsune's every pore. His tails swayed and bristled menacingly behind him as he readied himself… and apprehension washed away as a hand gently grabbed his arm, followed by the appearance of a white bundle of fur in his vision.
"Kurama, please stop antagonizing my sister," Kaga spoke with an even tone of voice. The white fox had sensed the hostility in the air and decided to intervene before things could escalate.
"Hmpf, fine," Kurama muttered, averting his gaze from her. "But next time, keep her on a leash."
"You too, Neesama; this isn't the time."
Akagi was too stunned to formulate a proper reply, her anger slowly subsiding, replaced by confusion. It was only an instant, but she caught one of Kaga's tails gently brushing the shipboy's leg with a subtle motion. If the man noticed, he didn't give any sign.
That was weird. Didn't they hate each other? Sure, he had accepted Kaga's request to train under him, but Akagi figured it was just her sister's ruse to take advantage of him and get back at him at a later moment, but now they were both acting strange. What in the gods' name happened while they were out to sea? Akagi decided to let this matter slide for the moment, but she'd get her sister to spill the beans later, whether she liked it or not.
But before that, she'd get what she wanted, that is, the Commander's time and attention all to herself.
Moving around Kurama's curtain of orange fur blocking her view, she switched her attention back to Ryan, a smile appearing on her face... and a curse leaving her lips when she realized that there was no trace of the Commander.
Emperor had already whisked him away toward his office.
Freedom let out a tired breath as he let himself fall onto the mattress.
The Eagle Union dorm had been repaired, like every other building on base; he and the other American shipgirls had gotten their rooms back, and there was no further need for the other Kansen to share their space with them. Most importantly, he didn't need to spend the night in that cramped Japanese-style room with his brothers again.
After bringing the Commander, Sparviero, and the flagships up to speed on the outcome of the short expedition, all of them had spent the rest of the day discussing their plans for the next day. In the morning, they would take to the sea with Ryan and the others, and everyone had decided to turn in early for the night. Tomorrow was the day they'd take their brother back, and they were more than determined to see it through. If the Sirens tried anything to fool them, they'd be ready.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, which opened to reveal the figure of Massachusetts after he gave the go-ahead.
"Hey," the battleship greeted him.
"Hey. Done sorting things out?" Freedom asked, sitting up on the bed as she closed the door behind her.
"Yes, Dakota and Alabama have already gone to bed." The three sisters had just finished tidying up the room they shared, and now that things had quieted down and they had a little more privacy, Massachusetts had decided to pay him a visit.
Needn't spell out the reason, right?
"Are you nervous?" Freedom asked her, breaking the awkward silence filling the room.
"A bit."
The other Kansen joked so much about it, but now that it was actually happening, they both felt the tension as they stood awkwardly in the room, Massachusetts fidgeting in front of the door and Freedom sitting at the edge of the bed.
For some reason, her nervousness was reassuring to him. Not only because he tended to keep his cool better when other people around him were losing theirs, but because, like Massachusetts had told him before, he wasn't the only one with essentially zero experience.
For that reason, he felt compelled to take charge.
"Mamie, come here," he beckoned her closer with a smile and a reassuring tone, patting his lap for emphasis.
Her red eyes snapped to attention at his words, and her heart quickened. She took a few hesitant steps until she was in front of him. She all but threw herself on him as she straddled his lap with her legs, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders for support.
He laid his hands on her waist, stroking her legs, her shorts leaving plenty of her silky-smooth skin for him to caress. She was wearing her black coat wide open in the front and slightly tilted over her shoulders as usual; with the position they were in, he only needed to look down to have a perfect view of her insane cleavage.
But he was too entranced by her deep red eyes to avert his gaze. The two joined lips immediately after, losing themselves in the comfortable bliss of the familiar motion, which helped dissipate the fluster in their hearts.
Without letting his hands rest idly on her sides, Freedom moved them to bring the zip of her coat all the way down, removing it from her shoulders and letting it fall on the floor before reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. Once the black piece of attire was on the ground, she did the same for him, removing his black tank top with a swift motion and throwing it away.
They both paused for a second, taking in the sight of each other's body. Massachusetts gulped as her fingers began drawing patterns on his arms and biceps, tracing along the lines of the white tribal tattoos she was so familiar with, feeling every fiber of his muscles throbbing under her digits. He did the same, his hands roaming around her torso, following her own markings down from her belly around her sizeable bust up to her collarbone.
Her skimpy choice of attire never left much room for imagination, yet it only allowed him no more than a peek at the white symbols marking her smooth, caramel skin. Now that they were completely free for him to admire, along with her shapely, hypnotizing bosom, he intended to feast his eyes on the glorious sight as much as he could.
He couldn't resist and planted a kiss on the tats right under her neck, following it with another one right below, and then another one, slowly making his way downward as he fondled her breasts with one hand and kept stroking her thighs with the other.
Massachusetts had to bite her lips shut to not let out any weird sound as he reached one of her mounds' peaks and took it between his teeth, playfully tugging and twisting it in his mouth.
The tickling sensation made her remember something. She grabbed him by the side of his head and snapped his face back onto hers, bringing their session of heavy petting to an abrupt end.
"Mamie, what's wrong?" Freedom's confused gaze met her determined eyes.
"I want to give you a reward," she stated.
"A reward? For what?"
"For giving your all during the sortie. I told you, I really like it when you push yourself. It makes me want to pamper you."
"Uh… what-"
Freedom didn't even have time to finish when the shipgirl grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him to lie down with his back on the mattress. He was taken off guard for a moment. Apparently, the nervousness from before had completely abandoned her.
Massachusetts caught him in another fiery kiss, but this time it didn't last as long as the previous one. She quickly switched to his neck and collarbone, imitating his ministrations from before, leaving a trail of smooches along his torso, over his sculpted pecks and abs, making him shiver at the touch of her soft lips on his skin, until she reached his pants. Grabbing hold of the hem of the fabric, she took them off him with a swift motion, along with his underwear.
The shipgirl had been following her instincts until that moment, but the sight of his full mast emerging from the fabric made her pause and widen her eyes.
It was big.
Or at least bigger than she expected since she didn't have another point of reference to draw comparison. Would she be able to take it all?
Freedom pushed himself up on his elbows to look at her. "Massachusetts, I know what you are trying to do, and I'm pretty sure it's not pampering."
"But Howe said… Oh." Massachusetts hung her head in embarrassment at her blunder.
"You should really stop listening to Howe for these kinds of things," Freedom facepalmed, imagining how things had gone. She must have sought out Howe's counseling for a way to "pamper" him, but the Royal must have thought she was talking with a double meaning in mind and had told her about… that.
He didn't know if he was more in awe at Massachusetts' unawareness or Howe's, but whatever; with his girlfriend mortified for another gaffe, the mood was ruined, and now he had to find a way to cheer her up.
While Freedom racked his brain in thought, Massachusetts took a deep breath, steadying herself. Her initial intention was still there, and she couldn't allow this blunder to bring her down.
She put her hands on his knees, spreading his legs and bringing her head down between them, right in front of his now half-erect member. Following Howe's instructions, she gave the base of the tip a tentative lick, eliciting a surprised gasp from her lover.
The positive response encouraged her, and she started licking the shaft of his dick like a melting ice cream cone. Freedom was too stunned to react. The sight of his girlfriend with her face buried between his legs, so eagerly worshipping his cock, was more than enough to bring him to full mast once again.
At that moment, she took it in. When she engulfed his head between her supple lips, he sucked in a breath, and when she added her tongue to lick around it, he let out a groan and couldn't help bringing his hand on the back of her head, inviting her to go deeper.
And deeper she went.
Massachusetts began moving her lips up and down the shaft, taking in one inch of his length after the other. She was being extra careful not to use her teeth as his hand pushed her further and further down. Soon, the wet and warm feeling enveloping his tip spread through the entirety of his shaft as she sucked on him like a vacuum cleaner.
He moved his other hand to grab a handful of her long, lustrous, white hair to prevent it from getting in her way as she bobbed her head, the squelching sounds of wet flesh filling the silence of the room, soon joined by his ever more labored breath.
"Fuck- Mamie, I'm about to... Ugh-" When his orgasm hit him, he reflexively pushed her all the way down until her nose touched his groin and his tip hit the back of her throat. Widening her eyes in surprise, Massachusetts let out a gagging sound as rope after rope of semen was pushed directly down her throat.
When the last wave of pleasure subsided and Freedom realized he was still holding her down onto his member, he immediately let go of her.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry, Mamie! It was a reflex!" He apologized as the shipgirl straightened up and fixed her messy hair.
"It's okay. Howe told me it could happen. I was prepared," Massachusetts reassured him. "I was curious about its taste, but it went straight down my throat…" she added with disappointment in her tone, bringing a hand to her neck.
Freedom let out a sigh of relief, glad that she wasn't hurt or mad at him. He glanced down between his own legs as he felt his manhood stand to attention immediately after. Maybe it was the unintentional dirt talk, or maybe it was the sight of his girlfriend half naked on his bed lamenting the fact that she couldn't taste his semen, but his dick came back to life in a matter of seconds.
Massachusetts' attitude became more bashful as she glanced between his legs and noticed his stiff member still erect.
"How was it? Did you like it?" She asked him with a pleading undertone. After her first blunder, she was determined not to mess things up again, so it was only natural that she'd ask for "feedback."
Of course, his response was more than positive. "It was… fantastic, Mamie."
"Good," she breathed a sigh of relief. "But your reward isn't over yet. Now get on your back again."
Freedom paused. The serene expression on her face betrayed the authoritative tone she just used, but he'd be damned if he refused such an alluring request.
As he complied, Massachusetts removed her shorts and straddled his waist once again without wasting time, just like she did when she dove between his legs earlier.
"Whoa, take it easy; this isn't a race," he said as she lifted herself up and reached for his hardness, aligning herself with it.
And then she just dropped onto him, engulfing his member within her depths in a swift motion.
"Ugh…" she let out an uncomfortable groan.
"Mamie, are you okay?"
"Y-yeah, I just need a second." She made a mistake. When he pushed his entire length down her throat, she thought it wasn't so bad. She thought she did a good job, and she got carried away thinking she'd be able to take it in one go, but her newfound confidence made her underestimate how big he actually was, and now that she was facing reality, she was having difficulty adapting to it.
Chastising herself for another gaffe and not wanting to admit her mistake, she began slowly bouncing on him, using his shoulders as handles, trying her best to get accustomed to his presence inside her.
Sensing her awkwardness and noticing her discomfort, he brought his hands to her hips to stop her from impaling herself on his shaft as she regarded him with a questioning look.
"Hey, no need to push yourself. Take it easy," he told her.
Taking control of her movement, he began pushing her hips back and forth, slowly grinding her against his groin as she let herself be guided by his hands. Slowly, she managed to take him inside, one inch after the other, until his entire shaft disappeared inside her depths, and she let out a blissful sigh.
Once she was completely accustomed to him, Freedom began rocking his own hips, matching her movement as the friction of her slit grinding on his navel made her shiver in delight and her soft walls enveloped his girth in a tight embrace.
They kept going like that for a while, making love to each other without rushing. One of Freedom's hands moved from her hip to her bosom, grabbing and fondling delicately one of her soft mounds as both her hands glided over his smooth, firm chest.
With their breath becoming more and more labored, their rhythm gradually increased in speed. As her mind got clouded with building pleasure, Massachusetts' moans became louder and louder until Freedom was forced to launch himself forward and seal her lips shut with a kiss, muffling her moaning with his own mouth lest they wake someone with their lovemaking.
When they came up for air, the shipgirl found it in herself to say between moans, "Ahn… I think I'm close… mmh…"
"Me too…" the man replied, holding back a groan of pleasure as they both kept grinding their hips together, desperately trying to get themselves and the other over the edge.
It happened simultaneously, and when it did, they joined lips once again, drowning their orgasms in the other's mouth and pressing their bodies together, shivering in delight as her walls tightened around his member and he unleashed his load inside her.
Coming up for air and panting in exertion and pleasure, they looked into each other's eyes and smiled as they came down off their own high.
After that, they just held one another for the rest of the night, basking in each other's warmth.
AN: I don't know if anyone noticed, but in the conversation between Akagi and Enterprise, I'm quoting a certain doujinshi called Akagi2, drawn and published by Cpl_Ethane on Reddit. It's a 4-koma type comic that revolves around Akagi-chan and her misadventures; it's a lot of fun if anyone wishes to check it out.
Also, hurray! Massachusetts and Freedom lewd! Who was waiting for it? Honestly, it was long overdue, but I couldn't find a way to organically squeeze it between the chapters until now.
If it wasn't clear, I plan on making at least one for every couple. I'm trying my best at making each as different from the others as I can, and I'm also trying to balance their presence among the chapters.
But now it's finally time to go take Lenin back… after thirty-three chapters…
Next Chapter: Close Encounters of the Third Kind