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I stole a submarine.
Well… stolen is a relative term. I just borrowed it.
I suppose a little context would help. So I have just about had it with all the shipgirls. I don’t get why they’re all on the warpath today, but by three in the afternoon, I had heard enough. Not that I want to delegitimize their problems, I just need some time alone! Then again, that’s what I get for oathing half my port. So I borrowed one of my sub shipfu’s submarine.
U-47 would understand. Until I found out she was also doing the same thing I was doing. At first I was annoyed. I just wanted to escape for a bit, but then I realized that I didn’t know how to operate an actual submarine. I’ve been inside a submarine… well, inside U-47 in each ‘port’ she has… ehehe… but yeah, I knew about as much as anyone when it came to doing anything.
I suppose I should have realized something was up when it suddenly left port and dove to operating depth. Yet 47 was there, hanging out in the captain’s cabin, eyes closed. I lay down next to her, sighing. She looked at me.
That was all it took, really. I was pulling down her mask and unzipping her top, my hand fondling the petite girl’s ample breast while out lips pressed together. Our lovemaking was gentle, slow, and fulfilling for both of us. By the time we were done, I felt much, much better, and then we spoke our first words.
“I love you, 47.” I said, smiling at her.
“Love you too, Kommandant.” She said, snuggling against my chest. We didn’t say anything else, instead enjoying each other’s company. Sometimes, we don’t need to say anything, as a comfortable silence alone can speak volumes. That’s the kind of relationship that 47 and I have, one that doesn’t rely on unnecessary communication. She could feel I needed an escape, and provided one, and some entertainment to boot, though I was sure she would make me help her wash the sheets later.
Her sweaty skin smelled amazing, a mixture of our lovemaking and the gentle, girly scent that surrounded her.
I could write the entire lewd scene, but I don’t want to. You’ll just have to wait for it another time…
Well…
Ah, whatever. I guess this is another lewd fic now.
It was difficult to not get aroused yet again as she pressed her nude body against mine, the submarines thighs expertly enveloping my cock and keeping it pressed not only between them, but held up against her cunt as well, her heat making me throb with desire.
“Haah… 47…” I moaned softly, reaching up to pinch her nipple, her soft gasp as I tweaked the sensitive bud satisfying. She worked her hips, soft flesh stroking me as her scent grew stronger, her lust pleasing to every sense.
I lifted her arm, burying my nose in it, the smooth skin filled with her musk, the odor making me even harder. Shipgirl armpits are the fucking best, and while submarines tend to have hairless bodies, 47 actually only trimmed her pussy, making her bush unique and utterly wonderful. You haven’t lived until you’ve shoved your face into a sexy, sweaty, hairy crotch on a shipgirl freshly back from a sortie.
So I sniffed and sniffed until I felt myself about to cum, then inhaled even harder, dragging my tongue along her sexy as hell armpit as I moaned in climax, shudders wracking me as my cum filled her thighs.
Creampied thighs~. Now that’s a thing alright. Well, it would join the creampie in her pussy. Her ass, however… what? Anal sex is my damn favorite. I would fuck the ass of every shipgirl on base, given the chance… and I have been given many chances and have reshaped the rectums of nearly all of my shipgirls into that of my cock.
Also, eating ass is about as cultured as it gets. Aside from the scent stuff. God, scent. When something smells good, it smells so fucking good and I’ll admit, I haven’t met a shipgirl I didn’t want to sniff from head to toe.
“You’re still hard, Kommandant…” 47 said, and we changed positions. She thrust her ass in the air as I got up to take up position behind her. The soft, gentle hairs that surrounded her rectum called to me, and I bent down, rimming her, letting the sweet flesh of her anus mingle with the ticklish, sparse hairs around it.
Her cleft was all sweaty, too. I buried my nose in it, my hands kneading her soft ass as I inhaled the slightly sour scent that lingered there. I just… I just… goddamn.
She moaned loudly as I thrust a couple fingers inside her cunt, thrusting them, mixing her juices with my cum as I pushed my tongue deep inside her rectum, savoring the sensation of her tight walls as they pressed back against it.
On the subject of submarines, Torricelli has been rather… heavily affectionate as of late. I should do a scene for her. She’s such a fucking weirdo, but she’s my weirdo. I put a ring on her finger to make sure that only I would be able to suffocate in those thighs, but let’s be honest, I’m a fucking weirdo too, and I love hanging out with her.
For now, though, I was enjoying the fruits of 47’s ass, losing myself as my member throbbed. It wasn’t long until I buried it deep in her ass, her cries of pleasure the loudest thing the submarine ever emitted. I watched as my cock spread her asshole, gaping it nicely so that I could enjoy the view whenever I pulled out. She was going nuts as well, her body collapsing onto the bed. I pulled one of her legs up and rested it against my shoulder, fucking the short submarine while I groped her breast.
She stared at me with lidded eyes full of lust, her cunt spraying juices as she came, squirting all over me. It was nice. Yet, with nice, flexible shipgirls like her I liked a certain position. The anal mating press was amazing, and as I pressed her legs down to her sides she grasped them, holding them there as her ass lifted, my cock pounding it relentlessly as I leaned forward, forcing her legs down further, and thus me deeper.
A tender kiss turned passionate as she came again, her sensitive ass making her desirous of anal sex, though I’ll admit that she was rather hesitant the first time, until she couldn’t stop cumming from it.
Her red eyes stared deep into mine as she kissed me, and I knew I was ready to cum again. My third, and final, orgasm sent my seed deep into her bowels, her belly hot as she raked her nails along my back.
Each shot repainted her insides white with cum, the thick ropes of the stuff filling her completely. When I rolled off her, she grabbed me again, pulling herself close and silently demanding quiet attention, which I happily gave. The best kind of nap is the one you have after intense lovemaking, and when we awoke, I used the cramped submarine’s galley to make us a simple dinner before we finally decided to head back…
Slowly.
So I guess I wanted to write something lewd. Eh, maybe the next one will be funny.