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“…I would like to thank my beloved wife, SMS Emden, and my other beloved wives of the German Empire, for their painstaking planning of the new extension to the Iron Blood dorms. I too would like to thank all my wives for their understanding and invaluable help in the construction of the new dorms! May this signal the beginning of a new era, and see the expansion of our Azur Lane fleet in the fight against the Sirens!” With this, the Commander closed his speech, to the sound of applause from the gathered shipgirls, big and small.
The extension was very well accepted amongst all the factions; the Commander smiled, happy to see that Azur Lane had come a long way from when he had first taken office, and that all his wives, regardless of faction or creed, were united in their shared love for each other and for him, as well as against the Siren menace.
The hardworking Manjuus, too, were particularly responsible for the construction of the new extension, which was completed and furnished within a few months. The extension, built on the site of the old mansion, was accessible from all the other dorms by a covered underground passageway, and built to resemble the Cecilienhof Palace in Potsdam, with elements of other palaces like the Berlin Palace, Neues Palais, along with the lush gardens of the Nymphenburg Palace in Bavaria. And of course, the hot baths were also installed within the new compound.
Approaching him from the sides, the two Emdens launched a surprise attack on their husband, grasping strongly onto his arms and not letting him go. Laughing merrily, the Commander head patted his two wives. “Feisty today, aren’t we?”
“Of course, darling human.”
“Always, dearest human.”
Recalling the rowdy night they had spent together in the former haunted mansion that had led up to this day, the Commander smiled at the lewd memories he and his wives shared that night. He also remembered how, having accidentally overslept with his wives the following day due to exhaustion, Warspite and Belfast had apparently launched an “ambush” and stormed the mansion with the support of their British comrades, so that they could, in Warspite’s words, “rescue their husband from the seductive clutches of the Boche” (in a joking manner).
To say that the Commander was happy recalling the event was an understatement. He enjoyed all the new experiences, both the wholesome and the carnal variety, that he had shared with his wives since being appointed to the base so many years ago. Seeing his wives having fun with one another and not shackled by hatred or jealousy was greatly relieving on the Commander’s mind too; it helped that his wives were open minded and wanted to bury their hatchets with each other, though seeing his beloved Enterprise forming a sub-harem of her own which included virtually the entire Kido Butai, Tirpitz going on dates with an excitable Victorious dragging her along (though Tirpy always had a smile on her face, he noted), Bismarck chatting with Hood whilst blushing over tea and crumpets, made him wonder if he had done TOO WELL of a job at this.
Well, then again, seeing how these beautiful, perfect goddesses of the seas were once soulless hulls destroying each other under the command of men, he knew deep down that there was certainly nothing wrong with this arrangement. Far from it, in fact.
Feeling more impatient tugs at his arms and clothing, the Commander was tugged out of his thoughts in the process. Seeing his wives gathered around him, all sporting devious grins, the Commander gulped, only to be carried away by his strong shipfus in the next moment.
Stretching his arms out and waving to his other wives, the Commander yelled out, “Girls? A little help here, please?”
The Commander looked, with hope in his eyes, as the shipfus, from Iron Blood to Dragon Empery, all looked at each other and discussed with each other for a few moments…
…before turning back with malicious grins on their faces, crushing any hope he had for salvation in his heart.
“Sorry, no can do, Wil, you will have to get out of this pickle by yourself~” teased Prinz Eugen cheerily as she stuck out her tongue at him in jest.
“Hehe, I will be enjoying the show with the help of my planes~” smiled Chikuma widely.
“See you later, Wilhelm!” Waved Enterprise as she turned around, with some of his wives following her lead.
“No! I have been betrayed by my own wives!” The Commander ‘lamented’ at his ‘misfortune’. “Watch out, girls! I will become stronger in defeat, and return like an OC from Wattpad!” He swore his ‘revenge’ at his traitorous spouses.
“What the heck is Wattpad?” Warspite asked Belfast curiously.
“Lady Warspite, there is no need for you to worry about it at all.” Reassured the maid, hoping that the Grand Old Lady would soon forget about it.
“I’m amazed that you girls can still do this considering your current states. Are you sure you all are alright?” Asked the Commander cautiously as he was basically group carried away by his adoring wives to the new dorms.
Of course, as a result of the raunchy night they shared, all of the SMS shipgirls had fallen pregnant with children of their own. With a few months passing by, their bodies had become enlarged, each and every one of their wombs full with their children, much to everyone’s delight and joy.
“Ha! Don’t worry, Wil, I can carry both you and our child at the same time!” Spoke Thüringen in her cheerful tone, her demeanour growing soft as her belly grew larger.
“We have got to thank you for expanding the Imperial German fleet, Wil~” laughed Yorck as she chortled at her husband’s predicament.
“You can be as rough with me as you like, Willy. I love it when you treat me strongly, yet with tender care and love for me and the child that I am carrying for yo- for the both of us.” Elbing spoke shyly, but with a cheerful smile on her face, one that had not ceased since she had realised about her new condition.
“Besides, we have got a new house to break in, and who better than our loving husband to help us get… accustomed… to our new living quarters?” Seydlitz flirted, the pregnancy opening up her tough exterior more and more with each passing day.
“Hey, if you wanna see me pee again, wait until we get to the baths, okay?” Lützow’s sassy and lethargic personality did not change much with pregnancy, as the Commander expected, though she was very mindful of her soon-to-be child, with the beauty making sure to eat more for the both of them nowadays.
“Oh, and by the way, dearest human.”
“There will be no refreshments provided this time.”
“Huh? What do you mean?” Inquired the Commander confusedly.
“Well, you see,” started Thüringen embarrassedly, “getting pregnant means that all of our breasts are producing and filling with milk for our children. However, since they aren’t here yet and it’s starting to strain our teats and getting quite painful in general, we would like you to… relieve them for all of us, if you can.”
The Commander’s face smirked at all his wives at this statement. “And I’m guessing you are all horny again?”
“Vestal, well,” muttered Seydlitz, “she told us that it’s normal for us to feel more… lustful in pregnancy. She even told us of the things you both did together when she was still pregnant…”
“…so we thought of relieving both our desires and our breasts at the same time in our new house, I hope you don’t mind, my beloved.” Concluded Elbing for Seydlitz, the cute girl hiding her adorable face in her sleeve.
“Well, girls, I’m always glad to be of service to you all…” smiled the Commander, knowing the arduous but very enjoyable challenge that lay ahead of him.
Laughing merrily, the shipgirls continued carrying their loving husband into the new dormitory, happy and satisfied with their new lives, as well as their beautiful and hopeful shared future.