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1600 hours in the Sakura Empire base at the Kuril Islands
“You know this is completely insane right?” Grumbled a white haired girl, her hair fluttering in the cold winds of the Northern Isles.
“ Ummmhmmmm, you keep saying that but I know everything will work out” Replied her companion, an overly enthusiastic black haired woman.
The silver haired girl shook her head, exhausted by arguing with her “friend” about how unwise this plan of hers was. She contented herself with the knowledge that if it worked it MIGHT prove useful for them and their allies, but she was under no illusions there was an equal chance that even if her friend was successful she’d muck it up and forget everything she was supposed to tell to the Commander of the Azur Lane.
“Look I packed this for you, it should have everything you need, just be careful and make sure you remember what I told you to tell him.” Spoke the white haired girl, as she passed a large pack to her companion.
The black haired girl nodded once again, sliding the pack onto her back she confidently smiled at her friend one last time.
“You worry too much, The Commander loves me and once he knows I’m coming to him he’ll surely send an entire fleet to protect me.” Joyously announced the raven haired girl as she departed, heading north west as quickly as she could.
Shoukaku watched Taihou depart, exhausted by the entire ordeal.sighed one last time and began to turn back herself. She knew Akagi would catch on quick to Taihou’s disappearance and would probably send scouts to hunt her down and return her to the Sakura Isles. Shoukaku could only hope Taihou took this as seriously as she needed to, gods only know what Akagi would do to her if she was captured attempting to defect.
“Taihou, you’d better not fuck this up” groaned Shoukaku as she finally began her journey back to Sasebo, hopefully unnoticed thanks to her sister Zuikaku running interference for her.
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1100 hours in Pearl Harbor 9 Days Later
“Can you bring me those files for the Georgia project, as well as the 457 twin gun super heavy Armor Piercing ammo project” Asked the Commander of his secretary
A short white haired girl in a maid outfit nodded her head to the Commander, her cat ears twitching atop her head as she ran back to her desk to find the files. A minute later she returned slamming them down on his desk with authority.
“You should have told me you’d need them earlier, if so I would have already prepared them…stupid commander” Sighed the girl in an exagerrated show of annoyance.
“Thank you Hammann” replied the Commander curtly.
Hammann was a competent secretary, but exhausting. The girl constantly made a show of token defiance or superiority to him. While her act had initially amused him, over the years he’d grown somewhat exhausted of it. He’d once patted her head in a show of thanks during her first term as his secretary some two years ago, the next morning he’d received an angry call from Naval HQ claiming he’d been accused of sexually harassing a ship girl, a claim Hammann had walked back almost immediately and apologized for after Enterprise had angrily confronted her over the situation.
Regardless he’d managed to make peace with the girl and she’d done her duty as his secretary during her assigned week with an acceptable level of competence, not that he was upset it was coming to an end after today.
Getting back to work The Commander opened both folders and withdrew the files in order of need for his upcoming conference call with Research and Development. While this was a fairly normal call with no expected troubles he was still the type to be prepared with any information needed ahead of time.
Which is exactly how things had gone, with little issue. Georgia’s wisdom cube had nearly been completed sitting at roughly 85% development, the coming stages would be slower and more intensive as they ensured there were no major corruptions within the cube before finishing the project and allowing the blueprint ship to be birthed.
A little over an hour later, and he heard a slight knock at his door, Hammann popped the door open a second later and in her usual exasperated tone announced he had a visitor…the same visitor he’d had every day for the entire week she’d been his secretary. In strutted a smiling North Carolina as she brought in their lunches.
“Hammann, you're dismissed for Lunch. Take as long as you need.” Shouted the Commander to his secretary.
“Stupid Commander, I didn’t need you to tell me that” grumbled the cat maid secretary girl as she stomped away, putting on an exaggerated show of defiance.
“Don’t lie, you're going to miss seeing her everyday aren’t you?” laughed the blonde as she sat down in front of him.
“ Ugh she really wouldn’t be so annoying if she’d just relax for a bit, instead it’s like a constant fight with her.” Sighed the Commander, his voice betraying his annoyance.
“She actually really likes you, you know. She just doesn’t like showing it.” Spoke North Carolina, as she laid out their lunches. For him a Tuna Fish Sandwich on wheat, an apple, and a small bottle of orange juice she’d picked up from the canteen on the way over, meanwhile she was having a chicken salad and an oxycola.
The two ate in relative silence, simply enjoying the other's company. After eating they struck up a conversation again mostly about his day so far, with Carolina continuing to playfully mock his trouble handling his recent secretary. Eventually however the conversation turned to Washington’s status and that of her task force.
“She reported in earlier today, claimed to have seen Sakura Empire recon planes, but they were heavily iced over and didn’t even maneuver when she shot at them” Reported the Commander to his lover.
“So what did you order her to do, investigate or pull back?” asked the Blonde in a quizzical tone.
“ I ordered her to further investigate, considering she’s only seen a handful of recon craft in what seems bad condition. It's doubtful it’s a force that can challenge her. If at all possible I want to know what the Sakura empire is up to in the Aleutian Islands and with Independence there she should have enough air cover to handle anything short of a full Sakura air group.” Explained the commander.
In the weeks since that night with North Carolina and Washington he’d grown used to having her as a confidante. The Blonde was a fantastic listener and she always seemed to have some useful advice for him. Both of them had grown extremely comfortable in their relationship, and North Carolina was even discussing moving into the Commander’s off base house that he had until recently rarely ever used as more than a storage site for his personal items, he honestly had no problem with the idea besides the fact it would result in him having a slightly longer trip to work every day, but that was a small trade off for waking up to a beautiful woman everyday…or as she’d insisted a pair of beautiful women.
Washington had been forced to make a mad dash the morning after their copulation to get ready to leave with her task force, but while she’d had been fairly bashful about the night before, she’d assured him that it was something she was happy about. Washington had even gone so far as to kiss him as she’d departed, something that had drawn some hoots and laughs from Wichita as her drinking buddy and friend acted out shockingly out of character.
North Carolina assured him things would work out great and that Washington would make another great girlfriend for him, once again establishing how happy she was for her sister to have found happiness with the man she herself professed to love. It was all about surreal to the Commander, having gone from living a totally celebate life over the last few years to engaging in a wild threesome with a beautiful ship girl and her gorgeous sister had never been something he’d have expected, and now one of them was insisting that they’d be moving in with him shortly enough.
In the meantime he’d continued to engage in regular nightly rendezvous with North Carolina, usually in her apartment as she was preferential to sleeping in her own bed. One question however still seemingly haunted him, something she’d brought up that night with Washington and had since let slip a few other times while winding him up before and during sex. He’d always been the possessive type, as a child he could seldom share with other children, growing older he wasn’t any better, and his previous girlfriends had constantly complained that he crowded them.
Now he found North Carolina actively encouraging his possessive instincts, since that night she’d brought up the idea of him having sex with Enterprise on more than one occassion, one night she’d asked him what he’d think about fucking Washington and South Dakota right next to each other to solve their little rivalry. It was extremely kinky, and turned him on like nothing else, and he absolutely couldn’t deny it was something some part of him wanted, however he wasn’t willing to risk the happiness he’d found with North Carolina on what could just be some cheap dirty talk. He tried talking to her about it one night afterwards, but she’d just smiled in that coy way she did and avoided giving him an answer.
“So Commander, who's next in the secretary pool?” chirped North Carolina as she took a sip of her Oxycola.
“Mmmm, I believe it’s St. Louis.” Replied the commander, scratching his chin for a moment before polishing off his sandwich.
“That should be fairly interesting, shouldn’t it Commander?” spoke the blonde Battleship, a coy smile on her face as she took a quick bite of her salad.
“She’s been my secretary a few times before, she’s pretty decent at the job.” The Commander replied, his tone nothing but business.
“So anyways Commander, what do you think of a King Sized Bed…or maybe even something bigger? I mean you’re going to need room for me…and Washy, and maybe…mmmm, a dog perhaps?” North Carolina laughed at her own joke even as she made it, but the Commander once again wasn’t really sure what to make of it. She seemed to be actually thinking for a second there…
The Commander just gave her a quick nod, he had other things to think about today, and whatever Carolina was kidding about wasn’t as important as his Commanding duties, he’d also learned very quickly that a woman’s bed was a sacred thing, and knew he wouldn’t have any real say in what he ended up sleeping on.
Thirty more minutes of casual chat and North Carolina slipped away, passing Hammann on her way out of the office. The Cat Maid Secretary waltzed into his office to announce her return before giving the air an exaggerated sniff, she looked around for a moment before waving her hand in front of her face as if to fan away the smell.
“Commander, make sure you keep the window open, I…I know what you do in here and it reeks!” Shouted the small girl, her oversized voice making up for her small body.
The Commander simply gave her a dead eyed look and ignored her a silent sigh escaping his lips. While it now appeared most of the girls on the base…if not all of them were aware of what was going on with North Carolina and him, they hadn’t actually been engaging in any hanky panky in the office during Hammann’s run as his secretary, not that it mattered to Hammann, she was polite enough to Carolina but once the girl was gone she would always imply she’d somehow caught them engaging in an illicit affair.
The man brushed it off, in the end as long as Hammann didn’t do anything too crazy it wouldn’t matter what she said to him.
Five hours later the Commander was patrolling the base. He’d dismissed Hammann and gone on patrol alone to examine the base, he didn’t have any particular task but he tried to patrol once a week as a way to show his face on the base.
Walking the docks of the harbor the Commander came upon Arizona and Pennsylvania sitting along the pier, the two sisters looking out on the sunset while holding hands. He’d asked them if they had any issues to report, to which both had waved their heads in the universal signal of negative. Walking by he saw Arizona lean into her sister's shoulder and plant a quick kiss on the more mature girl's cheek.
Moving further along the Commander came to the warehouses along the shoreline, the area was buzzing with non stop movement of supplies from production model cargo ships as they unloaded their supplies. Human personnel, mostly locals hired by the navy, moved the supplies into the warehouses, each carefully managed to maintain ease of supply transfer and accurate records. After a few moments discussing the state of the warehouses and their equipment with one of the supervisors, the commander made a mental note to put in an invoice for new forklifts, apparently the transmission on one had failed and another was suffering from a failing engine.
Finally moving along the main road of the base he came to the base park outside the training center. Usually you could find several of the destroyers playing around as well as perhaps some of the more mature girls engaging in a game of soccer. The commander decided to relax and watch some of the girls enjoy themselves by sitting on a park bench. Watching he saw Biloxi and Birmingham resting backs along a large oak tree enjoying the shade, a bit away he saw Bogue, Smalley, and Stanly playing catch.
As the Commander sat there enjoying the breeze he heard the sounds of gentle footsteps walking up behind him, before he could react however a pair of hands slipped over his eyes.
“Guess Who?, Co~Man~Der~” whispered a sultry voice into his ear and a pair of large breasts bracketed the back of his head.
“Lou ” Replied the commander without much thought.
“Tch, while that’s no fuuun, what gave it away?” Replied St. Louis in a seductive pout as she removed her hands from his eyes.
The Commander took a moment to think about how to reply, the actual answer was her rather large breasts that had engulfed his head, but he knew better than to answer that way.
“You’re the only girl on base who likes to tease me like this.” Replied the Commander with a smile on his face.
St Louis gave him a quick pouty as he stood and faced her. The Commander took in the woman before him, St. Louis was a spectacularly beautiful woman with perhaps the most outrageous figure in the entire Eagle Union. She had arguably the largest breasts in the Union, as well as one of the largest and shapeliest asses, her waist was almost impossibly thin, and her long graceful legs were the kind of things world class gymnasts dreamed of. While technically one of the youngest sisters of the Brooklyn class girls, she carried herself like an elder sister and was treated as such by all of them sans Brooklyn herself.
Honestly thinking about it, the only knock on the girl was that was a massive flirt. While he’d never walked in on St. Louis engaged in anything illicit he had caught her flirting with both her sisters and other girls quite a bit, Honolulu seemed to be her favorite target with the red haired girl drawing more than a few gropes or lewd jokes from her sister that he’d caught. Her flirting didn’t only extend to the other girls, at a previous Azur Lane Gala Ball in New York he’d found her teasing a senior official at a large manufacturing company, she’d also been perfectly content to tease him mercilessly while working as his secretary previously, not that he’d especially minded it, having a beautiful woman flirt with you was always a pleasant feeling even if you knew it wouldn’t lead anywhere.
“So Commander, are you looking forward to it?” cooed the blue haired woman, as she flashed another seductive smile at him.
“Sure, you’ve always been an excellent secretary” Replied the Commander, dodging her flirting with a simple compliment. “...and honestly I could use a uhhh change of pace from Hammann.” He quipped half jokingly.
St. Louis chuckled for a second, before giving him a flirtatious smile, she seemed to be measuring him up, eyeing him in a way he hadn’t noticed her doing before. The thought passed through his head that she was almost assuredly aware of what was going on between him and North Carolina, and that was probably what had motivated her to meet with him like this.
“Hmmmm, well I’ll be seeing you Co~man~der” spoke the beautiful cruiser as she turned and strutted away, her ass waving back and forth in an exaggerated fashion.
“ Hate to see her go, but I love to see her leave.” Whispered the commander under his breath as he watched her ass sway hypnotically.
Thinking about the time the Commander decided to head back to the office to close down and check to see if Washington had managed to report in.
Returning the the office the Commander unlocked the main door and walked in, walking through he closed the blinds one at a time. Eventually he reached the secretaries desk in the lobby where he checked the printer, when there was no one in the office all messages were automatically printed out.
Checking through the output he saw three pages of messages. The newest was a message from Naval HQ informing him of a conference call meeting tomorrow to discuss potential new Blueprint ship developments. He’d probably prepare for that a bit with North Carolina tonight after dinner.
Beneath that was a message from Queen Elizabeth requesting confirmation of the planned time for Operation Siren. He quickly put that message on the secretary desk, he’d inform St Louis to send a message to the Royal Islands first thing in the morning.
At last the oldest message was from Washington herself, unfortunately it was garbled nonsense as far as he could tell. The Sakura Empire had gained access to jamming technology the Iron Blood had developed and the Eagle Union had still failed to come up with counter measures. From what he could read Washington’s task force had located a lone Sakura Empire ship girl, something incomprehensible came after, a few final words slipped through “Retreat xxxx Sakura carxxxx, enemy xxxcx turned bxxx, returxxxx xx Anchorxxx Harbor.”
The message worried him more than he was willing to admit outloud. Reading it he could clearly tell they’d run into a Sakura force of some sort, now Washington as far as he could tell was making for Anchorage harbor. While Anchorage had minimal resources it did have a decent force of light production model destroyers it could use for escorting supply ships or scouting the coastal islands along Alaska. Typing up a quick message the commander requested the Anchorage base Commander send out whatever production ships they could in a search pattern to find and escort Washington and her force into the base safely.
By the time the office was fully closed it was firmly evening at the base, the Commander left the office after locking up and as he’d been doing lately headed to North Carolina’s apartment. He strolled through the base on his way to the dormitory, his mind still focused on trying to figure out what had happened with Washington’s task force and how he’d tell North Carolina.
Arriving outside the dorm he saw Honolulu and Helena chatting on a bench, walking by them he politely nodded, with Helena giving him a quick wave in return while ‘Lulu blushed and looked away. The commander passed beyond them and entered the building, inside several ship girls moved about, some heading to dinner at the canteen others returning to their own apartments or apartments of friends.
Arriving at North Carolina’s door he heard the surprising noise of laughter coming from inside, with a quick knock he announced himself as he opened the door. Looking inside he found North Carolina and St Louis laughing at the table, between the two girls he spotted a bottle of wine.
“Hey Commander, we were just talking about you, come come take a seat.” Shouted North Carolina in an overly bubbly and energetic voice.
“Hmmmm hey Co~man~der, come here and sit with us, we were just having a little drink” added the gorgeous blue haired cruiser.
After a moment of thought the Commander decided it would probably be better to take them up on it, however first he had to talk to North Carolina in private.
“Carolina, can we have a private moment?” The Commander whispered into her ear. “It’s about Washington.”
For a moment the blonde battleship appeared worried, but within a moment she collected herself.
“Excuse us Lou, it’ll just be a second” Spoke North Carolina in her usual calm tone. St. Louis nodded her head and took a swig of wine from her glass, smiling back at both her and the Commander.
A minute later in the restroom the Commander sat down on the edge of the bathtub, while Carolina sat on the toilet. Grasping her hand in a show of affection and care the Commander spoke in a calm tone.
“So I think they're fine, the message didn’t mention any casualties or damage, but it appears they ran into an enemy force. Probably a Sakura carrier group.” whispered the commander.
“Oh” Laughed North Carolina, loudly. “Is that it? Wash is fine, I almost got worried for a second, but I know my sister, she’s totally fine. She’s probably having the time of her life swatting Sakura planes out of the sky…I mean it would take something really stupid to ruin that for her.”
“Anyways Commander, since that’s handled let’s go drink with St. Louis, she’s brought some really nice wine” chuckled North Carolina as she got up and left the restroom.
Shaking his head the Commander got back up and followed her out, he’d been somewhat worried about how Carolina might act with her sister in danger, but apparently that was a non issue, she seemed to trust her sister implicitly. Back at the dining room he found North Carolina whispering something in St. Louis ear, the blue haired girl giggling like a schoolgirl, the Commander found himself unable to keep his eyes off her breasts as they bounced ever so slightly with her laughter.
Carolina quickly parted from St Louis and took a seat, the Commander took a seat opposite the two girls as St Louis poured Carolina and him a glass of wine, North Carolina smiled and raised a toast.
“To our Commander, who has always fought for us, and loved us” Giggled North Carolina as she raised her glass.
“Indeed to our Brave…loving…Commander” replied St Louis as her glass tapped against Carolina’s. The two girls took a deep draw from their glasses as the Commander took a small sip. He still wasn’t sure how to handle this entire situation but it didn’t bother him to keep them company while they drank…or so he thought.
Three hours later and the Commander had been thoroughly drunken under the table, he’d vastly overestimated his ability to handle his liquor as the girls, while capable of getting tipsy…perhaps even slightly drunk, weren’t truly capable of knocking themselves out with alcohol before their bodies metabolized the stuff. North Carolina and St. Louis carried him into her bedroom, placing him onto the bed. North Carolina quickly began stripping off his uniform shirt, while St. Louis took off his shoes.
“Knew it would work” Laughed St. Louis, her voice ever so slightly tipsy and she moved up to his pants belt.
“Mmmmhmmmm, he actually lasted longer than I expected, not many men can keep up with a ship girl for even an hour when it comes to handling their drink” Replied North Carolina, the final buttons on his overshirt coming loose and his undershirt now exposed. The Blonde shipgirl slid up to him, and kissed his cheek before quietly whispering in his unconscious ear. “I hope you don’t mind dear, but we need to test something out…and I think you’ll enjoy it plenty”
St. Louis slipped his belt free and began to lower his pants. She could see the outline of his penis through his boxers. Her hand slid up along his inner thigh until she reached his crotch, her hand sliding along the outline of his cock as she began to work it hard, her delicate hands pressing the material tight against him as she worked his lower appendage awake again.
“Hmmmm, we’re going to take real good care of you tonight dear.” Whispered Carolina into his ear, as she finished removing his undershirt, her mouth taking quick bites at his ear.
St. Louis finished pulling his boxers down, her mouth gasped as she saw his half hardened trouser snake, unlike North Carolina and Washington, St Louis had been with other men and seeing his penis even half hard she understood just how large it truly was.
“Commander, that’s quite a powerful gun you’ve been hiding there” St Louis moaned as she licked her lips. Her hands began to massage his penis, She could feel her body warming up, her vagina moistening more and more as she kept going.
“So Lou, what do you think? Is it different?” Asked North Carolina to her blue haired friend. The blonde looked down at her friend as she stared seemingly enraptured by her boyfriend's now fully erect erection, the blonde smiling as her friend's blush grew deeper at her question.
“It’s absolutely nothing like the others…it smells…and feels so much better.” Replied the seductive cruiser, her blush now a bright red as she felt dazed, her mouth began to almost drool as she felt her pussy begin to practically froth. At last she could hold herself back no longer, she leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock. Her tongue slithered out as she dragged it along his cock head, tasting his precum.
“And it tastes so much better than the others too.” Whispered St. Louis between slurps and sucks as she couldn’t keep her mouth off his cock.
The Commander slowly began to stir as North Carolina’s kisses and dirty talk rang in his ear, while St Louis aggressively fellated him. His mind hazy and his body half numb he slowly acclimated to the situation. North Carolina noticed first as St Louis had fallen into her own hazy sex dominated world.
“Wakey wakey dear, sorry about getting you drunk but I figured you wouldn’t mind” whispered Carolina into his ear, soft enough that St Louis couldn’t hear her. She nibbled on his ear gently, her hands tweaking his caressing his chest gently. “Doesn’t it feel good? I think Lou might already be addicted to your cock”
The commander slowly nodded, his eyes still struggling to focus and his mind unable to completely grasp what was going on, regardless he could certainly feel the sheer amount of love St Louis was putting into worshiping his cock. Lou’s blowjob had evolved into a mix of long languid swipes of her tongue along the length of his cock before eventually reaching the top of his penis where she’d wrap her pretty lips around it and then slowly ever so carefully lowering her mouth around him, working her way down inch by inch. Her mouth idled at the base of his cock for a moment while she took a deep powerful sniff of his male musk, her lilac eyes losing focus from both lack of oxygen and her own powerful arousal driving her mad with lust. Eventually her blue haired head would slowly work its way back up as she gasped for breath, her tongue still sliding along the bottom of his shaft the whole way as she slid her head back up.
“Isn’t she amazing? She used to make jokes about deepthroating bananas, but I never thought she’d be so goooooood at it.” Cooed North Carolina, her voice barely registering in his ears as he felt his balls begin to swell up with sperm. “Don’t you want to make her pretty mouth your own little fuckhole dear? Don’t you want to fuck her sweet little pussy and make her yours?” The Commander could barely think between the alcohol and the near orgasmic high. All he could do was let out a soft grunt as his balls began to contract and pulse. St Louis pretty mouth was about three quarters down his cock when she felt it, Lou wasn’t new to fellatio and began to pull her mouth back…or tried to, North Carolina instead placed her hands on the back of St Louis’s head and ever so gently forced her friends mouth back down his cock, just as the Commanders balls went into overdrive. His cock pulsed and his hips thrust upwards as he fucked Lou’s sweet mouth full of jizz, the girls throat contracting as she desperately gulped down fat load after fat load of sperm, until at last almost a solid minute later his balls relaxed and his cock ceased blasting wads into the blue haired cruisers stomach and mouth.
“God that looked amaaaaaaaazing, how did it feel dear? Did you love Lou’s blowjob, was it as good as mine?” Spoke North Carolina in between kisses as she released her friend's head. St Louis mouth gradually pulled back, her violet eyes completely dazed with cocklust and oxygen deprivation. As she pulled off his cock the last bits of cum slid out of her mouth and covered his cock in slimy goo, a mix of her saliva and his frothy load. St Louis looked up at him finally realizing he’d awakened as she finished gasping for air.
“Co~man~der~ that was awfully rude of you, you could have pumped that huge load of sperm into my sweet little pussy.” Moaned St Louis, her voice coarse after the face fucking she’d received, her hands now working his panties off from underneath her uniform.
“Mmmmmm, guess it worked Lou?” Laughed North Carolina as she slid down his body, the blonde girl began double fisting his cock, working him hard as she planted soft wet kisses on the tip of his dick. “You need to hurry up and get hard again dear, it’s time to fuck St. Louis sweet little pussy and make it yours.”
North Carolina angled his cock upwards holding it in place as St Louis straddled him, his cock slid into her tight nethers with no resistance as the blue haired girl took him inside herself in the cowgirl position. Slowly she slid down until she hilted herself on him. The Commander could feel his cock pressing against her cervix as his cock reshaped her pussy to fit itself snuggly. The beautiful blue haired woman’s eyes rolled back for a moment in ecstasy.
Leaning forward St Louis stole a deep kiss with the Commander, her tongue darting out and finding his mouth, entwining itself with his own tongue as the luscious cruiser indulged herself in raw pleasure. Lou’s hips gyrated wildly as she fucked herself silly, her beautiful ass bouncing wildly, the woman finally pulling herself back into a proper cowgirl position.
North Carolina took that moment to steal the Commanders lips, kissing him deeply as he began to thrust upward trying to match St Louis’s pace. Pulling away a few moments later, the Commander's face stared up at a near orgasmic St Louis, licking her lips with lust as she continued to aggressively bounce her luxurious pussy upon his rod, desperately seeking the orgasm she wanted. Carolina meanwhile had resorted to pleasuring herself at the side of the bed her eyes locked on her lover and friend as they passionately fucked the night away, while her fingers slipped into her tight folds desperately trying to get herself off.
“Do it Commander, fuck me full of your seed” Shouted St Louis as she rode him, her pussy positively gushing now as she felt his hip thrusts grow more powerful and desperate by the second. “Take me for yourself, just like you took Carolina, just like you took Wash.”
The Commander sat up now, his mouth finding St. Louis pendulous breasts, he began to suckle upon them . Lou’s eyes shone now, this was the best feeling she’d ever felt in her life and she was going to rid it out to the end, she could feel his balls beginning to contract and his cock pulse and throb as he reached the end of his willpower to resist.
“You know Commander, my sister Helena dreams of having your children…but I think the way tonight is going I’ll beat her to it” shouted Lou as she felt his cock begin to throb as he slammed deep into her vagina and found her cervix. The beautiful cruiser felt her vaginal walls tighten, clamping down upon him her own insides undulating as her body desperately tried to milk the Commanders manhood, her orgasm hitting her harder than any feeling in her life. “DO IT! DO IT! DO ITTTTTTTTTTT!” shouted St Louis as she slipped into an orgasmic haze. The Commander’s body could no longer resist and with his hands pulling St. Louis hips as tight as he could his cock blasted its massive wad deep into St. Louis insides, her cervix seemingly kissing his cockhead as it gulped down each frothy wad of cum.
After a few moments of orgasmic bliss that seemed to drag on forever, St Louis fell onto the Commander face first, her face frozen in satisfaction. North Carolina too had managed to get herself off, she was still envious of St. Louis but knew her time would come…especially when the barely conscious Commander beckoned her to get onto the bed to sleep with them. The Commander with St. Louis lying on his chest and North Carolina’s head lying on his arm fell asleep without a worry in the world, his cock still buried to the hilt in St. Louis.
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Earlier that day, 1400 hours
“Wichita, I need you to bring up the rear to make sure we aren’t being followed by any planes” Shouted Washington into her communicator. She’d attempted to make contact with the Commander, but between jamming and being far from any relays she wasn’t sure if the message had gotten through, she’d have to get back to Anchorage harbor without counting on any support.
Normally Wash would relish a chance to fight the Sakura Empire, but she’d run into an unexpected situation and knew her priority was to get her cargo back to the Eagle Union intact. Said Cargo was in fact, a half frozen exhausted Sakura Empire ship girl, they’d found huddled in a blanket along the coast of one of the many aleutian islands, it was her scout planes they’d seen previously. She was from what Wash could see, poorly prepared for the weather this far north, her Shikigami planes had no de-icer, her Kimono was pathetically thin and clearly made for looks rather than warmth, and she seemed to lack anything to keep her warm besides a simple woven blanket with a white crane emblem on it.
The Sakura girl had barely managed to stutter out that she was trying to defect, before the radar showed planes coming in from the South West. The Dark Haired girl being in no condition to move on her own, Wash had been forced to carry her on her back which meant she wouldn’t be able to fight at all. At this moment she was beyond grateful the Commander had sent Independence with her, the Eagle Union Light Carrier girl carried a fleet carrier sized wing of fighters and had been able to shoot down several of the inbound Sakura bombers and their escorts before they’d even gotten within sight.
In the end Independence claimed 16 planes shot down, while the rest of the Squadron had shot down another 13. They’d escaped south east making a direct line for the nearest base, Anchorage harbor. She’d attempted to talk with the girl a few more times but she was seemingly too exhausted to explain much, only that her name was Taihou and that “the Commander would want her”. Washington shook her head in exhaustion at the entire scenario, it would be a long trip home.