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The Commander was a busy man.

As such it was rare for him to completely finish his workload for the day, to say nothing of the workload for the next day too – everything finalised and tucked aside, ready for mailing back to HQ. It was even rarer for all of his wives to be off from commissions or active duty, and considering the circumstances they decided to celebrate in their own way.

Namely, with an orgy.

''Mmph~! O-Oh god your tongue~!''

''H-Hey, where are you touching?!''

''Nn, work your hips more, ah... like that~''

All throughout his house the sounds of debauchery could be heard as several dozen ships fucked one another or got off to the sight of others fucking – moans, mewls and squeals heard aplenty. Though the house was on the smaller side it was more than big enough for everyone to find a space and still walk about at their leisure; some even taking a brief break to have a drink and enjoy the show unfolding before them, as all of the Commander's wives indulged so shamelessly with one another.

The Commander himself could hear it all from his bedroom, though he was a little too busy to go downstairs and join in on the fun quite just yet.

''Mn, you two...''

Tashkent hummed, eyes glittering with mirth as she stared up at him, kisses teasing his chest and tongue circling his left nipple playfully whilst Kiev took his right one, the latter much more demure than her audacious counterpart. Even though it wasn't overly pleasurable the sight of his two wives kissing his chest was admittedly an arousing one, doubly so as Tashkent almost absentmindedly stroked his cock, every pump and roll of her wrist caressing his rock-hard length.

Both girls were utterly nude, allowing him to soak in Tashkent's petite figure and Kiev's more filled-out one; his hands idly stroking their backs as they tried to rile him up, his own nakedness hardly bothering him in this situation. Around the room his other wives were getting it on or coming and going, the constant chatter of voices and squeals of pleasure filling the room – but it failed to take his eyes off of the two Destroyers before him, keeping them the centre of his attention.

Kiev preened under the attention but Tashkent wasn't so easy to fluster; a smirk shot his way as she got down on all fours. Then not a moment later her lips brushed against his tip, so soft and small before they parted for him, letting his cock slide over her bottom lip and into her humid, welcoming mouth – a hum teasing his tip as she sucked back up to the tip. Right before plunging back down once more, nearly throating him in an instant.

''Hng, Tashkent...'' The Commander groaned out as he ran his hand over her bare back, appreciating her taut muscles as she rocked herself back-and-forth, sucking him off unashamedly.

He watched her work for just a moment or two before he turned his attention onto Kiev, the white-haired Destroyer blushing from his mere gaze. Even after all this time of being together she was still so soft and delicate; the fact tempting his hand down her front. He could feel her stomach grow taut under his fingertips and soon let his digits slid along her petals, unsurprised to find her soaking wet as he stroked her sex, teasing a weak moan out of his lover.

One he quenched with a kiss; groaning into her mouth as Tashkent gave his cock a strong suck. His left hand settled on the back of her head and he thrust his hips, pumping himself between her tightly-pursed lips and thrusting over her small tongue, his length grazing the back of her throat temptingly. As if sensing his thoughts Tashkent sucked back up to the tip, swirled her tongue around it thrice – and then deep-throated him.

''Fuck...!'' The Commander cursed, cock aching so delightfully when clenched by her throat.

His fingers found her hair and he held it firmly, mindful not to pull even as he rocked his hips with more vigour, all but face-fucking Tashkent and getting a gorgeous view of her back as he did so – his eyes wandering to her pert rear more than once. While she might be quite small in the chest department she had a nice ass, he liked to remind himself, but such thoughts were pushed from his mind as Kiev whined for his love.

A love given in the form of his penetrating fingers, sinking between her syrupy lips and into her clenching core. She gasped, clutching onto his arm and humping it with a feeble whine he couldn't help but find adorable; his lips meeting hers in an impassioned kiss even as Tashkent continued her oral magic. The lurid suction around his length made it hard to think but not so much he couldn't release Tashkent's head altogether; his now-free hand instead coming up to grope at Kiev's medium-sized chest, squeezing her right breast and coaxing an adorable mewl out of her submissive lips.

''You're so cute, Kiev.'' He teasingly murmured against her lips.

It had the desired effect of making her whimper, her insides seizing around his fingers as she shivered. He chuckled at that; the noise tightening as Tashkent let him hilt in her throat once more, the tight clench of her throat muscles pushing him to nirvana for a split-second before she pulled back – but this time she retreated all the way. Strings of saliva hung between his wet cock and her parted lips, a laboured groan escaping the petite Destroyer even as she squirmed around, his eyes drawn back to her cute ass as she turned away from him – shaking her rear his way.

The invitation was one he gladly accepted, nothing but sex on his mind as he grasped his cock and rubbed himself along her lips, pressing in but not quite penetrating her yet. She groaned and tried to impale herself back onto him but he rocked his hips back in tandem, denying Tashkent the cock she so badly wanted for just a second more – before at last he lined up, and slid right in.

''Hng, fuck you're tight...'' The Commander groaned out, hand flying to her hip to keep her steady.

''Y-You're just big- nn...!'' Tashkent's snarky reply melted into a gasp as he buried himself in deeper – stretching her tight, narrow pussy out with his girth. In truth it was far from their first time.

But dirty talk always made things more spicy.

Banishing the thought the Commander let his gaze fall to Tashkent's lower half as he rocked his hips, each successive thrust sinking him deeper inside until his groin was bumping up against her ass, nearly hilting him in his wife's snug cunt. His hand remained firmly on her hip and pulled her back towards him just so he could rut deeper into her, his groin clapping her behind and sending ripples across her flesh, the sight an arousing one.

Just as arousing as Kiev laying herself down next to Tashkent, whimpering for him as she opened her legs wide, arms to the sides so he could look at her as much as he pleased. From her medium-sized chest to her taut belly to her glistening sex nothing was hidden and he rewarded her with a third finger; pumping all three digits inside and easily extracting a cry from his lover, her lips pursing but failing to quell the follow-up moan that spilled forth from her lips.

Gritting his teeth he let out a slow, laboured breath; his left hand releasing Tashkent's hip to run up her back instead. She felt so small in that moment, arms tucked under herself and back arching away from his fingertips, her moan hot – right before she shoved herself back onto his dick. The sudden tightness around him left him swearing and he bucked his hips with equal vigour, hilting himself in his petite wife's cunt, feeling more than seeing her tremble as a moan slipped free from her lips.

''H-Hng... harder, you know I can take it...'' Tashkent puffed out, her fingers clutching at the quilt.

Taking the hint he sunk his fingers into her narrow hip and bucked his own, sheathing his length between her puffy folds and in her hot, gripping tightness – moaning in pure relief as her insides smothered him, the slick friction far more intense than any hand action could be. Tashkent herself wasn't immune to the pleasure, her moans taking on a higher pitch by the second, her shoulders curling inwards and her head bowing down, her hair pooling over her shoulders as he clapped her cheeks, every impact jolting her forth before she hurriedly impaled herself back onto him.

After being sucked off it was impossible to endure such pleasure, such snugness that squeezed his length. With grunt and groan he rammed into his wife all the more, his cock fitted inside of her even as it swelled with dire need, his orgasm teetering closer by the moment yet not slowing his thrusts, pulling out the farthest thing from his mind-!

''Hng-!''

''Ah~!''

And with a sharp grunt he slammed inside of Tashkent and climaxed inside of her. A wave of pleasure preluded the trembling relief that ached through his body, a moan lifting itself off of his tongue and making him desperately grind himself into her rear – every potent throb of his cock spurting another dollop of seed inside of her quivering, clenching pussy, her tightness wringing him for all she could get out of him.

Until with a slow roll he pulled out, eliciting a quaky moan from Tashkent herself – the Northern Parliament girl flopping onto her front with her ass still up, cum quick to drip out of her ploughed pussy. Tempting as it might've been to slip back in and go for a round two, however, his attention was quickly drawn to Kiev as the Destroyer mewled his name, reminding him his fingers were still inside of her.

Pulling them out he shifted across the bed, making room for Minsk as the equally-nude Destroyer climbed onto the bed, taking advantage of Tashkent's weakened state to start eating her out – her sharp, surprised moan music to his ears. He didn't let it distract him though from Kiev as he shifted between her open legs, her eyes so full of love and adoration it was intoxicating, drawing him down until his lips met hers in a kiss, her mewl one of pure delight.

Delight that spiralled into pure pleasure as his tip slid down her slick, sticky folds – and sunk into her needy pussy. ''M-Mm~! Commander...!''

The Commander grunted back, propping himself up on his hands and steadily pumping himself into her wet pussy, his shaft sliding in with only a modicum of resistance after all the foreplay – to say nothing of how excited Kiev was, the adoring Destroyer whining under him as he buried himself up to the hilt within her. The tight heat clenching around him was divine but far from enough to get him off completely; a tight grunt escaping him as she wrapped her legs around him.

Though submissive the desire in Kiev's eyes was impossible to miss, tempting him down until their lips connected in a kiss. She moaned into his mouth and caressed his cheek, affection lacing every motion even as he buried his cock deep inside of her, filling her pussy to the brim and making her squeeze him so lovingly it felt like he could cum in an instant. He avoided such a prospect but the intense sensation didn't wane entirely, least of all as he picked up the pace; pumping himself between her slick nether lips and soon kissing her innermost parts with his tip.

''Mn- ah~! C-Commander~!'' The way she threw her head back was adorable, and exposed her neck – a fact he exploited readily. ''E-Eep!''

Kisses both rough and gentle peppered her delightfully-vulnerable neck, a hickey or two earning him a deeper, more satisfied moan from Kiev – loving that she was marked. He would've kissed her body more but the position disallowed it and so he pulled back, panting for breath but far from out of steam as he rutted himself between her legs, the lurid smack of their bodies filling the bedroom; audibly even over Tashkent's hoarse moans and the chaos running rampant throughout the house.

Yet his eyes remained only on Kiev, her red eyes bright and loving. His right hand shifted from the bed to her breast and she laid her hand on top of it, coaxing it into a more gentle hold and moaning as he kneaded her tit. Though far from as busty as someone like Murmansk or even Niimi she was still a bit perkier than many of his wives, allowing him to fondle her all the easier, kneading moans and mewls from her lips.

Said noises built into higher-pitched variations as he picked up the pace, his manhood fitting between her lips and hilting in her core. The slick hotness that clenched around him was irresistible, compelling his hips to move faster and faster, driving himself deep into her and relishing how she tightened around him – her cries building and all the sweeter for it, enticing him to plough her like a man possessed, grunts of his own spilling form his lips.

A stream of gasps and cries fled her lips, each sharper than the last. ''C-Commander! Commander!''

He endured the snug heat, the slippery vice; his hand kneading her heaving breast and his other clutching onto the sheets as his orgasm threatened to strike, pressure soaring up his length-!

When Kiev squealed, cumming on his cock. The tightness that clamped down on him was too much to resist and he came in an instant, a singular grunt fleeing his throat before he rammed his tip against her deepest parts – shooting untold amounts of semen deep into his wife. She spasmed all the more for it, her squeal choking off into a half-formed moan, her naked body thrashing under his own as he nutted deep inside of her with no protection on, the risk of impregnation all too real.

Not that it stopped him from riding out his orgasm, every last drop of nut spilling inside of Kiev before he finally pulled out, a laboured moan escaping him. Kiev herself let out a soft, dazed mewl – left twitching in the aftermath of her orgasm, a dopey smile on her face that tempted him to kiss her nose, stirring her out of her daze and making her blush.

Chuckling he sat upright, his gaze drawn over to Tashkent as she cried out, her orgasm sending her into spasms – one hand clutching onto Minsk's hair as the cheeky Destroyer ate her out, lapping up the cum overflowing from her cunt. As if sensing his gaze Minsk wiggled her ass, tempting him, but he resisted.

Not least because someone else grabbed his cock, his eyes turning to the right just as Vampire crawled onto the bed, a coo fleeing her lips. ''Rare it is for you to be free, my dearest husband~''

''You were quite busy earlier too.'' He snaked his right arm around her, hand grabbing her ass unashamedly – small but nicely shaped in his hand. ''Last I saw you were busy doing Javelin with a strap-on.''

''Ye can't blame me, she makes the most adorable noises. Second only to Janus, naturally~'' Vampire crooned, leaning in.

He met her halfway, their lips meeting in an impassioned kiss. Her left hand continued to stroke his cock as they made out – slow but expertly-done strokes that left him throbbing, still rock hard despite two back-to-back orgasms. Heck if anything his inhuman stamina was probably the reason he was able to handle such a large harem; one woman often wasn't enough to fully satisfy him, and although it was fun the first few times he fucked one of his wives until they were a drooling, fucked-silly mess, he much preferred a more receptive partner. Throw in a little stamina-boosting pill from Akashi and he had no problems at all keeping it up for hours at a time.

Vampire drew him from his thoughts as she broke off the kiss, her hand leaving his cock to touch his chest – and with a push sent him flopping onto his back. Grunting he unfurled his legs from under him and gazed up at his petite wife; immediately treated to the sight of the nude Vampire sliding herself onto his lap, nothing hidden and letting him appreciate her bare stomach and puffy, glistening folds, her fingers running along her slit and smearing about her own nectar. Those same fingers clutched at his manhood and held him steady as she got into position, her smirk rich in mirth as she grinded herself on his twitching tip.

And then impaled herself onto his cock. ''Hya~!''

Her squeal of delight was music to his ears, as was the feeling of her narrow pussy strangling his manhood – his hands flying to her hips and yanking her down deeper. With how wet she was she sunk down easily but the tightness still took his breath away; grunts spilling from his lips as Vampire immediately started to ride him, her hips rising until just his tip was inside before impaling herself back down onto him.

Unlike some Vampire didn't do it slow, didn't do it 'gentle'. With an outright ecstatic look on her face the fanged Destroyer worked her hips with open lust, moans bubbling up her throat as she took him inside of her, her thighs slapping against his own with every bounce. Though the tempo was intense on his sensitive shaft he was hardly complaining, eyes drawn to her flat chest and briefly running a hand over it, thumb flicking her nipple and making her coo.

His eyes were drawn back down to their connected parts, inevitably, watching as his swollen cock was somehow accepted between her lips – the strangling tightness making him buck his hips on reflex, rutting up into Vampire much to her delight. She paid him back by grinding herself onto him, a more laboured exhale escaping her as she worked his cock about her insides, the constant motion leaving him twitching against her insides.

''Ahn~ Yer reachin' so deep inside, feels like ye'll break me~'' Vampire crooned, flashing him a cheeky grin.

The Commander made to answer but was cut short as a shadow loomed above him, courtesy of a grinning Minsk.

A Minsk who straddled his face and sat on it. He didn't need any instructions and grabbed onto her hips in a heartbeat, pulling her down and lashing at her sex with his tongue, instantly eliciting a moan from his Northern wife. The noise only enticed his tongue into motion; licking along her slit and sampling her tangy-sweet nectar, each lick smoother than the last as he put it to good use pleasuring her.

Vampire wasn't idle either, one of her hands coming to rest on his chest – and Minsk's next moan was muffled, doubtlessly by a kiss. The idea of the two Destroyers kissing was an arousing one, a groan fleeing the Commander's throat as he blindly bucked his hips up, thrusting himself into Vampire's snug pussy. She paid him back by grinding herself onto his cock, the hot grip of her insides pure heaven.

As was Minsk's muffled moans as he ate her out, tongue teasing her sex aplenty. His hand came around as well to tease her clit; drawing loose circles around the bud before finally granting it a quick flick or rub, teasing all sorts of noises from his wife that inevitably melted into huskier moans. His other hand ran up her hip blindly, no destination in mind beyond feeling her up and appreciating her naked beauty, everything from her hip to her ass touched and groped.

''Mmph~ He's so eager, y'know~'' Minsk teasingly breathed against Vampire's lips.

Earning a titter from the petite Destroyer. ''I can't wait to taste ye too~''

''If he finishes first I'll eat you out, if you finish you eat me out.'' Minsk countered; nipping Vampire's bottom lip.

''Heh, 'tis a deal~''

The Commander joined in on their competition, his hands returning to Vampire's narrow hips and yanking the smug Destroyer down onto his dick – ramming up into her like a beast in heat. The cry of delight only emboldened him, focus torn between eating Minsk out or slamming his cock up into Vampire, her hot insides squeezing his stamina away and threatening to make him cum. An idea he didn't even try to resist, revelling in the seizing heat and pumping himself into it, every thrust threatening to be his last and send him over the edge.

Vampire was getting close, too. He could tell by how she worked her hips; losing the smug confidence as she opted to grind herself onto him as hurriedly as she could, switching between bouncing and grinding in pursuit of whatever gave her more pleasure, her moans growing louder as her kisses with Minsk grew increasingly sparse. He relished every second of it, eyes screwing shut and tongue ceasing its motions as pleasure overtook him, a rush surging up-!

And one he released inside of Vampire, eliciting a startled squeal from his wife as he creampied her. Whether from the creampie itself or from her own imminent orgasm she came with him, her buckling hips grinding her down onto his dick and stirring him about her seizing pussy, wringing out dollop after dollop of semen – all of it spurted deep into her and leaving her moaning in bliss, her hips gradually slowing down until she was just sitting on his cock, panting and twitching in the afterglow of her orgasm.

Minsk lifted herself off of his face, allowing him to breathe more freely and watch as she smirked his way – right before she pried Vampire off of cock and pinned her to the bed, wasting no time in going down on the Destroyer's sensitive pussy. Though he couldn't see all the details the sharp moan Vampire let out told of her pleasure; a pleasure muffled only when Tashkent sat on her face, making her eat her out much like what Minsk did to him.

Sitting upright he just took a moment to appreciate the sight, catching his breath and openly admiring Minsk's nice behind, her pussy wet and practically begging for him to get behind her and go to town on her.

He abstained though, if only because the night was still young – there was no rush and he was content to leave her where she was. With that thought in mind he shuffled over to the edge of the bed and stood up, eyes drawn onto Kiev as the Northern Destroyer came up to his side; smiling demurely at him and wrapping her arms around his right. He chuckled at the cute behaviour and led her out of the bedroom, the debauchery becoming even easier to listen to as they stepped out into the hall.

The upstairs, befitting of such a quaint home, wasn't too big. Besides his room at the end of the corridor there was just another guest bedroom and the bathroom before the stairs took you downstairs into the hallway; the balcony letting him peer down into it, spying a few of his wives mingling about.

The grey walls and deep blue carpets before him were already a mess of clothes and a couple discarded toys, though in truth his eyes were quick to flit to one girl in particular – Javelin. She caught his eye and smiled bashfully as she approached, her gait a bit shuffling as she tried half-heartedly to cover herself, still not quite used to being completely nude around others. If anything though that just made her more charming in that moment, his eyes running over her perky chest and slender waist that led to a pair of nice hips and creamy thighs.

Without hesitation he snaked his free arm around her and pulled her against his side, lips meeting hers in a kiss that just made her melt into his side, moaning adorably as he grabbed her butt. The kiss didn't last long but by the time he broke it off Javelin was flushed in the face and giggling, her eyes leaving his to meet Kiev's equally-flustered gaze, enticing him to slip his arm out of Kiev's hold and nudge her forwards.

''Why don't you two go and get more acquainted with one another?'' He remarked amusedly.

Their cheeks reddened but Javelin chirped an agreement all the same, slipping her right hand into Kiev's left and pulling her newfound companion into the guest bedroom, his eyes drawn down to their cute rears as they left. He didn't follow them quite yet though as another one of his wives lingered in the corridor, hopping up to him the moment he was free.

''Commander!'' Shimakaze chirped and all but threw herself at him, arms wrapping around his neck and her beaming visage and inch from his own.

Tempting him to peck her on the lips. Though she doubtlessly expected it Shimakaze still blushed, a more demure smile curling at her lips as she leaned back in, initiating a more proper kiss. He reciprocated wholeheartedly and let the moment last before finally breaking it off, his gaze naturally drawn down not her naked form – unashamedly doing so. Though they'd done so many orgies now that he'd gotten used to nudity that didn't diminish how attractive he found his wives, every curve always worthy of attention.

Shimakaze's flushed under said attention, her small chest covered by an arm until he pried it away – bending down to plant a chain of kisses across her boobs. Though small they were notably sensitive and he took advantage of that, catching her right nipple and sucking on it, easily coaxing a whine out of his lover. A whine that melted into a moan as he raised his head and caught her lips in a kiss, the lip-lock lasting only a brief moment before he pulled back, smirking at her as he pushed her against a wall.

Demure but not entirely submissive Shimakaze smiled shyly and twisted away from him, leaning up against he wall and sticking her cute butt out towards him – shaking it a little to tempt him. It more than worked, a playful growl arising from the back of his throat even as he stroked his cock, bringing the tip down her waiting slit and feeling her shiver from the mere sensation. Tempting him to tease her a little bit more; his tip dipping in but not penetrating her, just rubbing at her opening and letting him feel her dripping need.

Then just as Shimakaze opened her mouth to whimper, to plea, he plunged inside – relishing the squeal it got out of the slender bunny. With how wet she was he sunk deep inside of her on the first go, cock hilting in her tight tunnel and a groan of relief spilling past his lips. He stayed sheathed within her for only a moment before he began to pull out, feeling her insides cling to his cock needily until he rutted back into her, clapping her pert cheeks with his groin.

'God why do all of you have such nice asses...?'

He didn't get an answer for his unspoken question; said question fleeing his mind as he began to move properly, pumping himself in-and-out of Shimakaze's slick pussy. His tempo ramped gradually but he took more than enough time to appreciate his wife's nudity, his hands running up from her hips to her chest and groping her smallish breasts, appreciating their softness and teasing her nipples aplenty, earning an embarrassed moan in reply.

Shimakaze proved she wasn't entirely submissive though as she pushed her ass back into his crotch, a laboured moan escaping her as his cock filled her up. He grunted, pressing himself into her and pinning her between him and the wall, her small behind squished by his groin before he pulled back, another strong thrust driving him deep inside of her. The way she stood up on her tiptoes, elevating herself so he could slide in even easier, only encouraged him to plough her – not that he needed much incentive in the first place.

''Mm! Nn- ya~! F-Faster!'' The breedable bunny under him moaned, hands on the wall and torso partly squashed against it.

Yet as he'd learned many months ago, Shimakaze practically got off on being squashed during sex. Pronebone, pinned to a wall, mating press – anything that involved him 'trapping' her only excited her.

And much like a true bunny, she liked being bred... even if she never had the confidence to ask for it.

Nonetheless he complied with her unspoken want, hands returning to her hips as he bucked his own forth, his groin impacting her pert behind with slap and smack abound. The noises rung out through the corridor but neither gave a damn, his mind entirely focused on his slender wife as he plugged her full with his shaft, relishing the wet heat that smothered him and left him throbbing up against her innermost parts.

Familiar need ached up his shaft and he buried his face in her hair, inhaling Shimakaze's natural scent as her womanhood constricted his shaft, his rough tempo only granting him greater pleasure – every ass-clapping smack making Shimakaze yip or mewl, her fast breathing music to his ears and keeping him going for just a few more seconds, pumping between her lips and into her hot, squeezing core-!

''Shit-!''

When he peaked, hilted, and at last blew his load inside of the slender Destroyer – his tip kissing her cervix as he delivered spurt after spurt of semen deep inside of her. The clenching heat of her loins helped squeeze him dry, her spasms and choked squeal only prolonging his climax, the pair of them cumming together and wetting the carpet between Shimakaze's legs; their mixed fluids staining the material a darker hue. Not that either cared in that moment.

Least of all him when he was balls-deep in her.

''Mn... ahh, enjoy that?'' The Commander breathed into her ear, a husky note to his voice.

Shimakaze trembled at it but answered all the same. ''M-Mm... it's so hot and, a-ah... it's leaking out already...''

The moment he pulled out much more began to overflow from Shimakaze's ploughed pussy, a feeble moan escaping the bunny-girl as she slid down the wall; ending up on the floor as she caught her breath. He savoured her 'defeated' form before turning his attention to the nearest source of moans, his cock sensitive but still rearing for more as he meandered into the guest bedroom.

The sight before him was one of pure debauchery. The sole bed in the room, a double in size, was currently hosting half-a-dozen of his wives going at it – the scent of sweat and sex rife as they moaned. Nicholas and Laffey were both present and awake for once, even if their eyes were half-lidded and lips parting with constant moans; when they weren't mashing against one another's that is. Naked as could be he admired their squishy thighs and small breasts as the latter rubbed together, their bodies close and fingers jamming into each other's pussies, soaking them with each other's nectar aplenty.

Shigure and Yuudachi were busy scissoring with one another, Shigure's tight grin contrasting Yuudachi's submissive look as she tried to keep up with her sister-ship – their close bond doing little to stop them from rubbing their slippery pussies together, their position letting him admire their nice legs and ample chests as they worked so hard for one another, no doubt in a contest to see who would cum first. Judging by Yuudachi's whimpering, Shigure had the advantage.

Last but far from least Javelin was present, her ass facing him as she knelt on the floor with Kiev before her – the Northern girl with her legs wide open as Javelin sucked on her clit and fingered her at the same time, the care and attention given eliciting a slew of hot, needy mewls from Kiev herself, so musical he could sit and listen to them had he the patience.

As it stood though his eyes were drawn onto another girl who had in fact been watching the display- Z46.

Though her figure might not be as curvy or pronounced as her peers the mere sight of Z46 strolling up to him nude, everything from her near-flat chest and delightfully-soft thighs bare, was more than enough to get him rock-hard. Something the Destroyer noticed judging by her hum, a silent gesture convincing him to take her seat by the wall, the chair no doubt dragged in from somewhere else. Not that it stopped him from taking a seat on it, eyes briefly lingering on the orgy.

Until Z46 knelt before him, her expressionless face incredibly hot when coupled by the light blush colouring it. Doubly so when she curled her fingers around the base of his shaft and guided it to her lips, a soft 'chu' joining her kiss – before her lips parted and she took him into her mouth, her hum muffled by his dick as she accepted just over half of it in her mouth before slurping back up to the tip, doubtlessly tasting Shimakaze on his dick and having no qualms about it.

''Mn... that's it...'' The Commander breathed out, resting his hand on her head.

A nudge was all it took to coax her down his length, those soft lips of hers parting for his manhood and taking him to near the base, his tip probing the back of her throat before she slurped back up to the very tip. She settled her hands on his thighs and peered up at him without issue, his thumb tucking some hair from her face and letting them maintain eye contact even as his tip went down her throat – not a gag in sight as she deep-throated him.

Before with only an exhale of effort Z46 lifted herself back up to the tip and dived back down just as fast, lips gliding along his twitching manhood. The Commander groaned at that and lifted his gaze, refocusing on the three duos on the bed; watching with rapt attention as Nicholas and Laffey worked their wrists, fingering each other with a haste that warned of their coming orgasms yet only hastening their fingers; digits slick with each other's juices as they pumped and jammed into each other, their puffy lips glistening with their excitement.

Nicholas caught him looking and seemed to blush darker, her eyes soon screwing shut as she focused on Laffey and Laffey alone – working her fingers overtime and extracting a budding moan from Laffey herself, her stuttering voice sweet to hear. His gaze flitted to Javelin then as she shifted, watching the back of her head for a few moments only to let his eyes run down her smooth bare back and nice peachy behind. As if sensing his gaze she shook her butt his way, daring him to get behind her and pipe her.

He resisted, if only because Z46 was currently doing a fantastic job of giving him head – sucks and slurps reaching his ears as her lips so dutifully caressed his length. He stole a glance, watching her lips glide along his manhood, before lifting his gaze back up to the bed. He wasn't a second too late as Laffey cried out and spasmed against Nicholas, the other girl just a second behind as they both orgasmed together gasping and slumping against one another in the throes of ecstasy, their nectar soaking the sheets under their shaking fingers.

''Mn...'' He ran his fingers through Z46's hair, pulling her down more insistently – making her deep-throat his throbbing cock.

Dutiful as ever Z46 engulfed his full length without protest, nothing more than a stray grunt or two escaping his stoic wife even as her throat played host to his twitching cock. His eyes though were drawn to Shigure and Yuudachi, watching with rapt attention as they scissored frantically, their skin sticky with sweat and ample breasts heaving with every needy gulp of air, their hips in constant motion to outdo the other. The angle didn't give him the best of views but it was easy to imagine the feeling of having his dick caught between them. This wouldn't be their first time scissoring, after all.

The lewd thought sent a shudder up his length, his breath short as he pulled Z46 back, letting his cock slip out of her mouth. Hot breaths washed over the underside of shaft as it laid against her face, one eye open and peering up at him. Without a word he stumbled to his feet and gestured for her to use the seat instead, something the Destroyer obliged without question, her small behind seated on the chair before she opened her legs wide, only a hint of embarrassment colouring her cheeks.

''My beloved...'' Two fingers spread her pussy; quivering pink glistening with need. ''Claim me...''

He did; his swollen tip sliding down her sopping sex, lining up – and a groan of pure bliss fled his lips as he sunk into her tight pussy. His hands were quick to grab onto her thighs, kneading and appreciating their softness even as he sunk his cock deep into his wife, rocking his hips and thrusting in until his entire length was buried inside of her, their union complete and leaving Z46 mewling in bliss.

Though he started slow he was quick to ramp up the tempo, unable to retain a patient pace when her tightness was smothering him so. Grunting under his breath he let his gaze slide down over her near-flat chest, every breath emphasising her demure tits or her flat belly, his gaze ending on their joined parts as he hilted between her folds. Her fingers had stopped spreading her lips and had instead risen to rub at her clit, the gentle strokes and flicks making her tighten erratically around him, the clenching heat enough to force a grunt from him.

''Hah, you like that?'' The Commander breathed out, lifting her legs a little higher until she was practically squashed into the chair, his cock driven down into her slick tunnel.

Z46 moaned, the lilted noise fleeing her lips. ''Y-Yes... give me all of your love, both kind and rough, my beloved- mn...!''

The way she seized around his length made it hard to resist, his cock pulsating against her wet walls as they constricted his length, her insides practically sucking him back in whenever he dared try and pull out. It just made him slam into her all the more, his swollen length opening her up and hilting against her innermost parts, every deep penetration creating a lurid smack of flesh – the noise ringing out and fuelling the mad lust coursing through him.

Combined with her earlier blowjob and he didn't expect to last long – his tip especially sensitive as it rammed up against her cervix, the promise of a creampie seeming to make her squeeze him all the more, moans spilling from Z46's lips with greater volume. Her stoic visage cracked a touch; brow lifting and head tilting back, pleasure melting her stoicism as he rammed into her all the more, giving her a pleasure she'd never felt without him.

Alas he wouldn't be able to make her cum this time, his own orgasm dangerously near, his pounding pace slamming him between her glistening folds and into her seizing depths. The sticky slickness around his cock brought him to his limit, every thrust leaving him teetering on the edge, his tip kissing her cervix – when he peaked, a moan forcing itself out of him as he slammed balls-deep in Z46 and erupted inside of her, untold amounts of cum shooting inside of her small womb, instantly making his wife shudder.

Then with a slow roll he pulled out, allowing a deluge of cum to overflow. ''Mn... as always, you seek to fill me aplenty, it seems...''

The Commander just smirked wryly at that, cupping her cheek and leaning down to her level, allowing their lips to meet in a chaste kiss. It made her hum in content and by the time they drew apart she was flushed but smiling, not protesting as he stumbled out of the way. Allowing a horny Laffey to crawl on all fours over to Z46, not a word spoken before she got between her legs and put her tongue to work, greedily lapping up the cum escaping Z46 and incidentally pleasuring her – her moans slow but aroused as her fellow wife edged her towards her inevitable orgasm.

Nicholas wandered up to his side, sleepy even now and prompting him to snake an arm around her, copping a feel of her tit and pulling her into a kiss – earning a cute mewl from the Union girl, one whose sleepiness was rivalled only by Laffey's. He drew back from the kiss soon enough though and sent her on her way with a little grope of her behind, her bashful expression as endearing as ever as she wandered off, no doubt looking for one of her other regular partners. He was pretty sure he last saw Eldridge and Grozny downstairs somewhere.

He was distracted from such thoughts though as two familiar girls stumbled over to him; Shigure and Yuudachi. The latter of whom looked a bit weak in the knees, much to his amusement.

''Hey Commander~ Yuudachi really wants it right now~'' Shigure crooned, slipping behind her sister-ship. ''Dont'cha wanna fuck her now while she's so wet~?''

As if to further entice him she reached around Yuudachi to cup her round, plump tits, jiggling them in her hands and emphasising their squishiness. Yuudachi blushed a deep red but it spoke to how horny she was that she didn't immediately get into a cat fight with her sister, just peeking up at him with a demure expression, her heavy breathing making her seem so needy it was adorable.

Chuckling he caressed her cheek, his fingers tracing down to her chin and lifting her head; allowing their lips to meet in a kiss. She mewled into it, shivering as his other hand dipped low and stroked her sex, teasing her even as Shigure started groping her openly. His right hand came down to join Shigure's own in kneading Yuudachi's big breast, relishing the plumpness even as he introduced his tongue into the kiss and dominated Yuudachi with ease.

By the time they drew apart a string of saliva hung between them; snapping after just a moment. She moaned and didn't protest as he nudged her back, Shigure helping guide her the short few steps back until the dog-girl laid on the bed, legs opening and letting him climb atop her.

Shigure took a spot on his left, cooing in amusement as she watched, one hand drifting between her legs to stimulate herself. His attention though remained largely on Yuudachi herself, one hand guiding him down, his tip sliding along her slick slit once, twice, thrice-

And Yuudachi cried out as he finally penetrated her, his girth sliding easily into her snug pussy. A single strong thrust buried him balls-deep inside of the dog-girl and he wasted no time in pumping into her, catching her hands in his own and pinning them to the bed, his hips rolling with growing haste until he found his rhythm – slotting himself into Yuudachi like a key in a lock, hilting himself into her so smoothly.

''Ooh, you're really going at it~'' Shigure cooed crooned from the sidelines, shifting onto her back and fingering herself more openly. ''C'mon, lend me a hand at least~''

The Commander obliged, his hand grazing the back of her own before taking its place, his fingers gliding along her syrupy folds. Shigure tipped her head back with a moan of delight, her breathing lighter than Yuudachi's but her eyes full of lust – said eyes screwing shut as he sunk two fingers into her, pumping them into her sopping cunt. He took a moment to admire her, his lustful gaze drawn to her ample chest as she breathed heavily, every rise-and-fall enchanting to watch as was her flushed visage, strands of dark hair draping across her cheek.

Tightness around his cock lured his gaze back to Yuudachi though just as the dog-girl whined, encouraging him to up his pace a bit. With how absolutely soaked she was he could hilt in her with ease, his bucking hips burying him deep within her and making her chest bounce a little – the lurid slap of their flesh serving as a lewd background track for their act. Yuudachi herself looked a little bit too out of it to enjoy the noises though; eyes unfocused and a slew of lewd moans escaping her as she just accepted the pounding.

''Ah~ Ah~ C-Command- mynn~'' The dog-girl moaned out, her nails digging into his knuckles.

In response he squeezed her hand tighter and drove his cock into her all the more, grunts bubbling up his throat as he slammed balls-deep inside of Yuudachi like a man possessed, mating with her more than he was fucking her. As if to affirm that desire Yuudachi's legs pressed into his hips and tried to leg-lock him, her whines taking on a needier pitch and encouraging him to slam down into her, the lurid smack of their bodies joined by her yelps of delight.

Shigure, too, neared her end. Though quiet her heavy breathing betrayed how close she was, his fingers thrusting and scissoring inside of her without relent, his thumb occasionally thrown into the mix to rub at her clit. Her own fingers stimulated the little bundle of nerves too, edging herself and making her hot insides clamp around his digits, the lewd sensation only fuelling his imminent orgasm.

''Mn~! C-Commander, harder! Harder~!'' Yuudachi wailed, throwing her head left then right, her eyes screwing shut.

He grunted his agreement, hilting in her searing depths, feeling need surge up his shaft – and practically at the same time they climaxed, an eruption of seed splattering across Yuudachi's insides right as she orgasmed with him, squealing in delight. He rutted into her, cock-head kissing her innermost parts as spurt after spurt of semen splattered deep inside of her, his growl making her ears flatten atop her head and her back arch sharply, whimpering in submission as she was successfully bred.

He bucked his hips a couple more times, filling her up, before finally he came to a stop. He didn't pull out quite yet, just enjoying the sensation of being inside of her – his gaze drawn over to Shigure, only then noticing her shaking and how wet his hand was. Clearly she'd orgasmed when he wasn't looking, the thought bringing a wry smirk to his lips as he pulled his fingers out, instead settling his hand on her breast and squeezing.

His other hand left Yuudachi's hand and unashamedly copped a feel too, entertaining himself for a moment with fondling the two Sakura Destroyers – earning a breathless pout from Yuudachi and a smirk from Shigure. The former shivered as he pulled out, his cock still erect despite the numerous orgasms he'd endured thus far.

Leaving the breathless Yuudachi and Shigure where they were he made his way out of the room, not needing to travel far to find one of his wives waiting just outside, not-so-subtly voyeuring

''Enjoy the show?'' The Commander teased playfully.

Ingraham huffed, arms crossing under her chest and incidentally pushing it up, reminding him of the fact she was the bustiest of the Sumner-class. Her ample, soft-looking chest only held his gaze for so long though before the rest of her earned his attention, lust quick to surge through his veins as he admired her curvy form. A hum from Ingraham herself caught his attention then – right before her fingers curled around his manhood, slender and dextrous as they began to stroke him off, her motions slow but sensual.

Enjoying the sensation he reclined up against the wall, the guest room on his right and the bathroom off to his left, letting him hear his wives moaning from both angles. His eyes though remained solely on Ingraham as the glasses-wearing Destroyer knelt before him, her cheeks red but an endearingly-annoyed look on her face as she continued stroking him off, her warm breath teasing his sticky tip.

Right before she took him into her mouth. The welcome warmth took the breath out of him, his moan strained as she ran her plump lips down his length and sucked back up towards the tip – diving back down just as quick. He shuddered at that and leaned back, eyes never leaving Ingraham as she bobbed her head with growing earnestness, overcoming what little embarrassment previously hindered her as she gave him head, sucking him off like a pro.

''Mm... you're even better with your mouth than before.'' The Commander breathed out half-teasingly, his smirk making her blush darken.

Then again he shouldn't be surprised; Ingraham had always been fond of oral as a quick and easy way to get them both in the mood before skipping straight to sex – it made it easy for quick and dirty romps during the work day. Perhaps because of that she'd gotten very good at giving head; a fact he enjoyed then and there as her lips slurped along his length, lubing him with her saliva whilst her right hand squeezed his balls, as if to coax out his nut so soon.

Running his fingers through her hair he gave her a little nudge, earning a look from Ingraham and prompting her to throat him, his cock welcomed at the back of her throat – before with a exhale she pulled back. His tip slipped free from her lips and a string of saliva hung between them and his tip; said string snapping a second later as she stood, wiping her chin dry. Her hand had no sooner fallen before his lips were mashing against her own, devouring her moan and grabbing her ass with both hands, sliding his palms down to her thighs before picking her up – breaking off the kiss as he bounced her a few times, getting a steadier hold on her.

''Mn...'' Ingraham grunted as he rested her against the corridor balcony; her elbows on the thick edge.

His eyes ran down her naked front, tracing her stomach down her crotch, his cock resting against her groin. Rocking his hips back he dragged his tip down her neat bush until his tip lined up with her entrance, and without further fanfare he sunk inside – a tight groan fleeing Ingraham's lips as he filled her up. Despite her aloof demeanour the wetness that welcomed his cock told of her horniness, a fact reinforced when she wrapped her legs partway around his waist, pulling him into her.

''I'm already close, so don't hold back.'' Ingraham puffed out, shivering as he pulled partway out.

''Yeah? Masturbated to the show?'' He queried playfully.

Ingraham didn't answer immediately, her lips pursing as his cock slid into her cunt before answering. ''A-A bit... Torricelli was pretty handsy too.''

''Surprised she isn't still all over you.''

''I sicced her on Bristol.'' Ingraham's reply was a groan; head lolling back as he steadily built speed, parting her insides with every rhythmic thrust. ''Nn... yeah, right there...''

He smiled and brushed his lips against hers. ''Wonder if Bristol will be fine by the time I get to her.''

A soft snort escaped his wife. ''She'll be able to walk. Hopefully.''

Thoughts of a weak-kneed Bristol just propelled his hips forth, a slew of grunts bubbling up his throat as he buried himself into Ingraham – his sudden vigour fucking a moan free from the bespectacled Destroyer. Nonetheless he rutted into her all the same, eyes drawn to her breasts as they bounced a little from his rough tempo, the lurid smack of flesh serving as ample background noise for their intimate act.

Whimsy overtook him and his right hand slid up her front without missing a beat, groping her left breast. Squishy and filling his palm he fondled it even as he hilted himself in Ingraham, the slick grip of her insides as pleasurable as ever, his gaze falling to her loins as he rutted into her – every rough, pounding thrust driving him deep between her lips and eliciting a moan or groan from Ingraham herself.

He relished all the noises she made and shifted both hands to her thighs, getting a better grip on her even as he bucked his hips like a beast in heat – grunts both low and swift fleeing his lips as he stirred up her insides. Nectar clung to his length as he rammed inside and he could only groan as Ingraham caught his nape and yanked him down into a kiss, their mashing lips doing little to slow him from pounding her raw, every lurid smack of flesh echoing off of the corridor walls.

''Mn, almost there...!'' Ingraham moaned against his lips, eyes nearly rolling back. ''Harder... harder...!''

The Commander obliged, nothing but ragged breaths escaping him as he bottomed out in her slick, clenching cunt, his own end rapidly nearing as she squeezed him to the finish line – when Ingraham tensed, a choked gasp fleeing her lips. Her loins seized and his own orgasm rushed forth, pleasure racing along his tip as he pulled back – and then pulled out just as he came, blowing his load across her bush and up her stomach, spurts of glistening white painting her belly and reaching as far as her underboob.

Ingraham grasped his cock and jerked him off as he came, uncaring of the cum she got between her fingers or across her palm, her own breaths ragged and rapid as she rode out her own climax – twitches and spasms rocking her form. Each jolt was weaker than the last and he groaned as she unhanded his cock, the last of his seed dribbling onto her groin as he pulled back, leaving her front a mess of cum shots.

''Nn... did you really have to pull out?'' Ingraham grunted breathlessly, not quite pouting but looking vaguely annoyed.

To which he shrugged, a slight smile curving at his lips. ''Felt like cumming on you for a change.''

A snort answered him and he set her down; the Destroyer wobbling for a second before finding her balance. He offered her a hand and she accepted it without question, allowing him to lead her towards the bathroom just a half-dozen paces away. He hadn't even reached it before moaning could be heard from within, invoking his curiosity as he finally crossed the threshold. To his left laid the sink and mirror whilst the toilet was at the other end of the room by the cabinet.

His eyes, however, were drawn to the shower on his right – and to the three girls within it. Whydah of Tempesta laid against the wall, face scarlet and moaning as U-556 laid between her legs eating her out, whilst U-81 was by her side sucking on her tits; swapping between them at her leisure. Bereft of clothes as everyone else was he could appreciate their nudity freely, from U-556's butt as she shook it idly or U-81 who practically spooned Whydah's hip – or the Tempesta member herself, her naked form covered just enough by the two Submarines to leave something to the imagination.

Unashamedly he watched them go at it; three nude bodies squirming together as their moans filled the bathroom. Ingraham herself busied herself with using a towel to wipe his cum off but he didn't mind, instead letting his eyes be drawn to U-556's perky behind, tempting him to get down on his knees behind her.

U-81 spotted him and flashed him a smirk, subtly shushing him and earning a nod from him, being quiet as he got into position. U-556 remained entirely unaware of his presence, too busy going down on a moaning Whydah to notice – at least until his tip slid along her nether lips, wet with arousal as he lined up.

''Mmph?!'' And then pushed in, filling her snug Submarine pussy up.

Grasping her narrow hips the Commander groaned as he sunk into her, her narrow tunnel seizing around his pulsating length. With how wet she was though he had little difficulty sinking into her, his hips beginning to rock almost right off the bat and sheathe him into U-556 – his eyes running over her pert cheeks and up her bare back, watching it tense as his cock scraped certain parts or hit others, coaxing moans out of U-556.

Moans matched by Whydah herself, her flustered gaze on him even as he fucked U-556 into her. U-81 was quick to catch his eye as she shifted away from dominating the Tempesta girl and instead knelt by his side, shaking her ass his way and immediately tempting his right hand over. His fingers ran down her slit and he was unsurprised to find her weeping for attention, tempting two of his fingers to spread her open before his middle finger slipped inside, practically sliding into U-81 with how soaked she was.

''Mm~ Gimme more than just one finger...''

He obliged, a second soon following as he began to pump them into her, eliciting a pleased moan from the Submarine girl. His eyes though flitted back to U-556 as the blue-haired girl started pushing her ass back towards him, her small rump bumping against his groin and enticing him to rut back into her all the more, his steady tempo gaining momentum as he fitted his swollen length between her lips, fucking her right and proper.

The lurid smack of sweaty flesh, of his groin clapping her cheeks, positively echoed off the bathroom tiled as if to reinforce the lewdness of their act. An act Whydah moaned at; fingers clutching onto U-556's head to keep her eating her out, her small breasts heaving with every quickening breaths. Tempting as it might be to reach out and give them a quick feel his hands were already full with the two Submarines before him, the reminder encouraging him to twist and scissor his fingers about inside of U-81.

Earning him a hot moan from his wife. ''Hng, y-yeah, like that...''

The way she pushed herself onto his digits, taking them knuckle-deep, only aroused him more – an arousal he took out on U-556 as he drove his cock into her; fucking a slew of muffled squeals out of the Submarine. The impacts sent echoes rippling over her small cheeks and making her back arch further; fingers clutching into Whydah's hips as she ate her out increasingly desperately, his cock making it impossible to focus on anything else.

Just then movement caught his eye as Z1 strolled into the room, smirk upon her lips and cocky mirth in her eyes. Kneeling as he was he had to look up at her despite her short height, getting a rather pleasant look at her chest from below – until the Destroyer caught his cheeks and drew him into a kiss. One he reciprocated without delay, his fingers leaving U-81 so he so stroke Z1's slit instead; fingers rubbing along her puffy folds but not penetrating, just teasing her with his probing touch, enough to make her shiver a little.

Her tongue probed his teeth and he let them part, his own tongue meeting hers in a wild tongue-wrestle, her hands leaving his cheeks to rest on his shoulders instead. The kiss was intoxicating, only made more so as he felt U-556 constrict his length, the Submarine's whines for more attention joined by Whydah's needy moans. The need to breathe though finally drew them apart, allowing him to soak in Z1's smirking visage.

Right before the Destroyer sat down next to him and shuffled closer to U-81, a tug of her leg bringing the Submarine girl in closer. Understanding flashed across U-81's face and a smirk curled at her lips, not a word needing to be said as both shifted in close, one leg over the other – and twin moans escaped them as they began to scissor then and there, hips jolting forth and grinding their pussies together.

''Heh... like the view, Commander~?'' Z1 teased, smirking up at him.

That he did indeed; watching their slick loins rub and bump together in ceaseless, frenzied lust; U-81 more hasty than Z1 with how worked up she was. The position also gave him a nice view of their nudity in general; be it their small breasts or taut stomachs as they worked their hips, their moans joining the chorus currently in the bathroom with his own grunts as the background track, one that only grew in volume as he rutted into U-556 – feeling his tenuous stamina rapidly running thin as she clenched so tightly around him, daring him to bust his nut.

A tempting prospect he couldn't resist, the sound of slapping flesh becoming louder by the second – cock-head kissing her cervix and smearing pre-cum across her insides. His grip on her hips grew firm and he focused wholeheartedly on U-556, a groan building in his throat as he railed her without pause – cock swelling as he rutted it into her clingy depths, his mind purged of rational thought-!

Until with a sharp shout he busted his load inside the petite Submarine; fucking a squeal from U-556's lips as his hot seed splattered across her inner walls and pumped liberally into her womb, his tip kissing her cervix and unloading numerous thick spurts into her depths. Peripherally he was aware of Whydah also cumming, her eyes rolling back as she climaxed, but he was too busy nutting in U-556 to notice anything but her; his groin firmly against her cheeks as he spilled every last drop in her tight pussy.

Gradually though his high waned, his hips rocked back – and with a wet-sounding pop his tip slipped free from her sex, cum quick to overflow from her quivering entrance. The moment he unhanded her hips U-556 mewled and flopped limp, twitches shaking her petite form and her head resting on Whydah's groin, not that the ship seemed to mind; her eyes unfocused as she came down from her own high.

Z1 and U-81 were still going at it, scissoring with moans and grunts abound, the show one he wouldn't mind watching to its completion. The urge to interrupt and slip his dick between their grinding pussies though was strong but, in the interest of letting them have their own fun, he stumbled to his feet. Albeit after sitting to watch his wives for just a little bit longer; it was nice to see them getting along after all.

Eventually though he departed the bathroom, passing by Vampire on the way and giving her an encouraging slap on the rear, her coo of amusement pleasing to hear. Nonetheless he let her meander in and made his way down the stairs, the moans of the orgy going on below getting his cock rock-hard.

He wasn't disappointed when he reached the ground floor. Through the open arch doorway leading into the living room he could see many of his wives getting it on with one another; tongues, fingers and even a few toys being used on one another. His eyes though were drawn away from the orgy as he spotted a familiar figure off to his right, currently resting against the wall taking a break. Murmansk.

''Ah, there you are Commander~'' The abundant of affection in her voice was as endearing as ever. ''I thought you'd never come downstairs, heehee~''

''Was kept a little bit busy.'' The Commander murmured back, snaking an arm around her waist.

Murmansk smiled cutely, chin dipped and eyes twinkling with mirth – their lips meeting not a second later in a kiss. She cooed into it, arms sliding over his shoulders and snaking around his nape, pulling him down into an intimate kiss. One he relished all the more as her ample chest squished into his; nipples poking him with how erect they were. Sliding one hand up her side he grazed her side-boob before copping a more audacious feel, squeezing her plump breast and eliciting a little mewl from his wife, her smile felt in the kiss.

If anything that just emboldened him, his right hand dropping to cop a feel of her ass and then her thigh, her body so soft he could touch it forever. As if hearing his thoughts she tittered into the kiss, drawing back and giving him a smile so sweet it felt almost innocent – had it not been for the mirthful glint in her eyes. A glint that tempted both of his hands to her breasts, groping her outright and coaxing a mewl from his lover, her expression cutely flustered even as their lips came to connect once more.

Murmansk wasn't entirely submissive though; one hand reaching down to stroke his cock, pumping him languidly and getting him rock-hard in moments. He relished her warm hand and thrust himself into it lightly, enough to enjoy how she worked her fingers. Eventually though they drew apart and he unhanded her; instead taking her by the hand and pulling her into the living room.

Moans abound welcomed them but he didn't let his eyes wander, instead finding an empty armchair and sitting down on it. A tug pulled a giggling Murmansk onto his lap and she stole a kiss the moment she could, hands catching his own and guiding them up to her breasts, encouraging him to grope her. An act he did gladly, hefting her tits about even as she grasped his erection, lifting his length and rubbing her wet sex on the tip, teasing the both of them.

''Murm...''

A giggle answered him and she leaned in, lips brushing against his but not connecting, his attention on their loins as she lifted herself up – and as one they moaned as she impaled herself onto him. His fingers dug into the back of her soft thighs, holding on as she sunk down his length and accepted most of it inside on the first go. Her knees soon flexed and bounced her back up before she impaled herself back down, the tight clasp of her insides a familiar welcome he savoured.

Reclining into the chair he ran his hands up her front, none of her usual thick clothes to get in the way and soon letting him cup her breasts, groping a cute mewl from his lover's lips. Lips that met his in an impassioned kiss, taking his breath away and coaxing a groan from his lips – one that spiked in volume as she dipped down and kissed at his neck. She giggled into his skin and pressed herself into his palms, managing to keep bouncing as she did so, taking his twitching length deep within her.

Murmansk though didn't let that stop her from kissing him; always the affectionate one as she caressed his chest and moaned as he kneaded her chest, every little bit of touching only exciting her more – just as much as him bucking his hips did. The sudden thrust made her mewl and grind herself back down onto him, hips rocking and stirring him about her hot wet insides, his own thrusts slow as she gently took control of the pace.

''Hehe... it's already twitching a lot~'' Murmansk tittered against his lips, pulling back enough to smile at him. ''Are you really that excited?''

''Wonder why.'' He murmured back, squeezing her tits.

Murmansk cooed and replied by leaning back; her hands coming to rest on his knees as she put more effort into bouncing on his cock. He groaned his approval, eyes on her and her alone as he ran his hands along her thighs; taking the time to appreciate their softness. In the background he caught glimpses of Nagato and Jervis making out, the former demurely and the latter stoically, or spied Grozny and Eldridge taking turns sharing her the former's flask before making out with noticeable inebriation.

They were just glances, however, even if the sight of Eldridge and Grozny hugging one another and falling over with a moan was kind of lewd. Banishing the thought he sat more upright, hands catching Murmansk's sides and helping pull his busty wife closer – her coo cut short as their lips met in a kiss. He relished the closeness and Murmansk did too; her arms snaking around his nape and bringing their bodies as close as could be, her bounces shorter but faster as she moaned into his mouth.

''You're nearly there right?'' She nipped his bottom lip, smile ever present.

''Yeah.'' He managed to grunt back. ''You?''

A giggle was all that answered him; the noise somewhat tapered near the end as a moan escaped her instead. He almost wanted to tease her but a familiar need was building in his loins, aided by Murmansk as she bounced on him so enthusiastically, the fleshy smack of her thighs against his echoing and ridding him of his sensibilities. On instinct alone he bucked his hips, rutting himself up into the curvaceous cruiser, her moans slipping out faster and her chest brushing his-!

When the hot, enveloping heat proved too much for his to endure – a strained grunt preluding his bucking hips, thrusting himself up into Murmansk and cumming deep inside of her. The cruiser grinded herself down onto him, gasping into his neck and pressing her body into him, not protesting as he hugged her close. Pleasure wracked his body and he could only groan as he hugged Murmansk close, her little twitches cute and moans erotic.

His orgasm finally drew to a close and he loosened his hold on his lover, though she seemed perfectly content to keep cuddling him – a soft coo escaping her as she pressed herself into him, as if stealing his body heat to keep herself warm. Considering how thick her regular uniform was, he wouldn't be surprised. Then again Murmansk was always the cuddly type of girl.

Kissing her cheek he gave her a little nudge and with a dramatic sigh Murmansk obliged, reigning in her cuddly tendencies as she climbed off of him. She wobbled for a second but regained her balance easily enough, spending a moment to blow him a kiss before making her way towards the stairs.

He watched her go for only a moment before turning his eyes towards the couch, his sensitive dick twitching at the sight of Nagato on her back getting eaten out by Jervis – the moans escaping the Sakura priestess arousing to listen to. He didn't interrupt though, his gaze instead sweeping the room for a certain mousy Destroyer and finding her over on the sidelines. A Destroyer by the name of Janus.

Even though it wasn't her first orgy her face burned scarlet as she watched the ongoing debauchery, arms by her side but perpetually brought close, not covering anything even as her instincts desired to do so. He didn't make any move to signal her immediately, just enjoying the view of her nude self as she fidgeted, everything from her demure chest to her smooth slit sampled with special attention give to her thighs. Though slender he knew from experience they were nice and soft, and if anything that just gave him an excuse to admire her for longer.

Until his lust grew to such an extent he arose from his seat, a number of paces bringing him to her side – and allowing him to poke her.

''Iya?!'' Janus squeaked in fright, flinching. ''O-Oh, it's just you Commander... I didn't see you...''

The Commander smirked and replied by cupping her cheek; pulling her into a sudden kiss. Though surprised Janus melted into it quickly, her mewl soft and submissive even as his hands landed on the back of her thighs – another, softer moan escaping her when he picked her up. On reflex her arms wound themselves around his nape and he carried her the short two steps to the nearest wall; pushing her up against it as he drew the kiss out.

He broke the kiss off just a second later, amused to see her healthy red blush. His eyes fell, admiring her smallish breasts even as he guided himself to her slit, his tip rubbing her womanhood and coaxing a little moan out of Janus; her moan building in volume as the tip dipped in but didn't penetrate. Though she was far too submissive – and breedable – to ask for it, the demure look in her eye implored him to do more than tease her.

So he took the initiative.

''M-Mm- ahn~!''

Janus buried her face in his shoulder and cried out as his length speared between her lips and into her tight tunnel, the welcoming squeeze forcing a groan out of the Commander; hands shifting to her ass and groping firmly as he buried himself in deep. Even with how wet she was it was a snug fit, some resistance met as he pulled partway out only to sink back inside, a groan escaping him as he felt her lips graze his length, her insides clamping down on his shaft.

''Nn, Commander, I-I can feel you so deep inside...'' Janus moaned feebly, fingers clutching onto the his back. ''Ah, ah, it feels so- myn- ah~!''

The Commander just planted a quick kiss on her cheek and dared to work his hips faster; pumping himself between his lover's folds and into her hot, gripping core. Maybe it was because they were doing it standing-up but it felt more erotic than past romps, his cock throbbing with desire as he drove it inside of the submissive Destroyer, her gasps and moans only rising in volume as he fucked her against the wall, burying himself up to the hilt inside of her.

Janus pulled herself out of his shoulder then, face a mere inch away from his own as she met his eyes – and of her own volition she cupped his cheeks and drew him into a kiss. He reciprocated instantly, lips fitting against her softer ones and devouring her mewl of bliss, his hips in constant motion and stirring up her clenching pussy, tip scraping her slick walls and kissing her cervix with the promise of a creampie.

Her insides clenched tighter as if excited by the promise, her moans taking on a higher pitch – staggering only when his right hand slid up her front and groped her tit. Though not as busty as someone like Murmansk he felt her up all the same, kneading a trembling moan out of his wife and flicking her nipple aplenty, overstimulating her and leaving her putty in his arms.

''Mm! Mmph! M-Mynn~!'' Janus sounded out into the kiss, hands unsure where to settle; swapping between clawing at his back or squeezing his shoulders or even just hanging by her sides, limp like a doll as he yanked her down onto his cock.

The comparison in that moment just fuelled his arousal, the slick friction greater than any handjob and hastening his thrusts; right hand returning to her ass just so he could pound her all the more. The noises of the others faded as he focused solely on Janus, the slick slap of flesh joined by her cries, the tightening clench of her depths bringing him to his limit – until he passed it, and slammed inside of her.

Janus squealed as he creampied her; clenching tightly around his length even as he stayed balls-deep inside of his slender lover, his cum spurting deep into her womb as she convulsed in his hands, flinching each time he bucked his hips and kissed her cervix with his tip – untold amounts of semen painting her insides white until it was oozing out around his throbbing cock, some of it dripping out onto the carpet under her.

How long they remained like that he wasn't sure, only that he came down from cloud nine soon enough – groaning as he pulled out. His cock twitched against her folds as he loosened his hold on her, shifting his grip to a princess carry as he ferried her over to the empty armchair, easing her down into the seat so she could rest. Something that earned him a flustered smile and blush from his blue-haired wife, her soft 'thank you' as sweet as ever.

Lust though still reigned over his mind, and mercifully there was plenty of fun yet to be had.

Fun that came to him. ''Hmph. I see you're having your fair share tonight.''

The Commander smirked, playful as he turned to face Z23, more fondly known as Niimi – the normally-professional Ironblood Destroyer looking much less so in that moment, her face flushed and no clothes to hide her gorgeous, curvy frame. She blushed as if sensing that thought but he snaked an arm around her before she could even think of covering up, lips meeting hers and drawing a groan from his lover, fond exasperation lacing the note even as she reciprocated the kiss.

The need to breathe drew them apart soon enough but wasted no time in kissing down her neck, relishing the moan it coaxed out of her – his hands gliding down her beautiful body until he was holding her ass, pulling her up against him. Doubtlessly she felt his erection against her groin but he didn't skip to sticking it in quite yet. Instead taking the time to kiss the top of her breasts until she let out a softer, more aroused mewl.

He went no further though before Niimi caught his chin and lifted it, pouting at him. A pout absolved when he pecked her on the lips, bringing that delightfully-embarrassed expression back to her face; lips pursed, eyes averted, she looked adorable.

So adorable it just made his dick throb against her belly all the more.

Tempting him to grab her hips and spin her around. Niimi stumbled but didn't protest, her groan faux-annoyed even as he nudged her over to the occupied couch, planting her hands on the arm and bending over for him without further instruction. A sight he gladly engrained into his mind, be it her toned back and slender physique to her nice ass and dripping slit; the latter stroked by his swollen tip, sending a shiver of anticipation running through her.

''Hurry up already.'' The Ironblood Destroyed grumbled, doing a poor job of hiding her embarrassment. ''The others probably want a turn too...''

Slapping his tip against her glistening sex he teased her for a moment more, relishing her impatience – and just as Niimi went to speak he pushed in.

''Just put it in- mn~''

He savoured the erotic moan that spilled from her lips; hands latching onto her hips as he slid himself deep inside of her, feeling her constrict his length but not stop him from burying himself in deep. Several thrusts later and he was bottoming out inside of his wife, groin bumping up against her fine ass even as his hands ran up her sides, caressing her slender sides and working their way further up her figure.

Until eventually his hands came to cup her breasts; squeezing her hanging tits and loving how they filled his hands. It spoke to how long they'd been married that she didn't swat at his hands; a simple groan escaping her even as she pushed herself back onto his dick, her ass pressing into his groin nicely before he bucked himself forth, rutting into his lover and fucking an embarrassed moan from his wife.

His palms retreated down to her sides, squeezing them idly as he pumped into her, his gaze running up her taut back – admiring it not for the first time. Though he could never put his finger on exactly why he found it attractive there was something about Niimi's back that was especially hot, the thought tempting his right hand up it; blindly palming at her sweaty flesh and keeping her bent over, letting him admire her back and ass as he banged her.

''Nn, hah... faster...'' The admittance came softly, under her breath, and the blush on her cheeks spoke to her embarrassment. ''You can go fast- mn~!''

The Commander did just that; fingers sinking back into her hips as he went to town on Niimi from behind, the lurid smack of his flesh against hers ringing out. She clasped a hand over her mouth but ultimately failed to hold back her sharp moans, the noises stuttering free from her throat even as he pounded more out of her, his groin clapping her cheeks and sending her slumping against the arm of the couch.

No teases fled his lips, however; only a groan escaping the Commander as he enjoyed the tight clench of her insides, her pussy one he wouldn't mind railing for the rest of the night. The thought only invigorated him, encouraging him to plough Niimi until she couldn't walk straight, until he came inside her so many times she overflowed with his seed and bemoaned how sore he left her – the memory of such past instances only making him harder.

A hardness that Niimi felt, her sticky insides tensing around his length even as he pounded himself into her – the rapid-fire slap of flesh unrelenting even as she cried out, her tense back jerking and head shaking, warning of her coming climax. A climax he chased, hands snatching her biceps and yanking her torso back towards him, holding her like that as he buried himself balls-deep in her tight Destroyer pussy, the fast pace drawing a cry out of his love-!

Before he peaked, slammed in and blew his load. The infusion of heat pushed Niimi over the edge, her strangled cry signalling her own orgasm as his seed spurted into her once – before he pulled out, cock grinding up between her ass cheeks and shooting long ropes of white up her attractive back. Glistening lines of white stuck to her spine or shoulder-blades, one even reaching up high enough to hit her hair and stick to it, the following spurts shorter and shorter until he clumsily pushed himself back inside of her, spurting the last of his cum load inside of her.

''M-Mynn~'' Niimi moaned out, shuddering powerfully. ''You made... such a mess...''

The Commander chuckled tightly and pulled out, cock twitching in the afterglow of his orgasm. ''I'm sure Janus can help clean you up – right Janus?''

The aforementioned Destroyer perked up, scrambling from her seat. ''Y-Yes...!''

Niimi spluttered, flustered, but when faced with Janus's earnest desire to help – or rather to obey his wishes – she folded, moans escaping her as her fellow wife used her mouth to clean her back... an act that eventually led to Janus getting between her legs and 'cleaning' her pussy too, lapping up the overflowing seed.

The Commander watched only briefly, brushing some hair from Niimi's face and stealing a kiss before leaving the two be – his eyes drawn, perhaps naturally, to Nagato and Jervis. The latter had just stood up, ample bust catching his eye as it always did, though unlike some she had no qualms with giving him an annoyed look.

''The priestess is ready for you.'' Jervis drawled as he approached, her cheeks pinkening as he stole a quick kiss. ''...hmph. I shall go make sure Vampire isn't indulging too much.''

''Make sure to punish her for me, hm?''

A small smirk twitched at the corner of her mouth. ''As you wish, husband.''

Then without another word Jervis departed, as prim and proper as ever even in the nude. He didn't watch her go for long though; his eyes soon turned on Nagato as the naked priestess remained laid on the couch before him, legs hanging over the edge and slumped against the back of it, still panting from Jervis's marvellous oral skills. She flushed under his attention but lacked the strength to cover herself, letting him admire her small chest and soft figure.

''My beloved...'' Nagato's soft call made his dick twitch. ''...please, don't make me wait.''

The Commander obliged, one hand guiding himself down her nubile slit, teasing a shudder through his lover – and then coaxing a moan from her lips as he finally sunk between her petals. He met some token resistance, her tightness forcing a groan out of him, but with hands on her sides he buried himself in inch by inch, feeling her walls part for him until he was mostly buried within her tight, drooling sex.

He released a tense breath, pulling out slowly and feeling how her loins clutched onto him, the snug squeeze practically sucking him back inside of her – rutting himself up against her deepest parts. Her puffy lips grazed his length as he entered her and her wet insides constricted his length lovingly, the blissful sensation joined by Nagato's sweet, if shaky moan. A noise quenched as he leaned down to her level and kissed her; dominating the petite priestess and stuffing her snug cunt full with his cock.

''You're reaching so deep...'' Nagato mewled out, fingers brushing down her groin to touch a certain spot – his cock hilting against it a moment later.

Just then Mutsu rejoined the 'battle', as bereft of cloth as her sister-ship but far more exuberant – a giggle escaping her as she laid down next to Nagato and affixed him with an eager look. Wetness between her legs and the numerous love-bites marking he soft flesh told of how many partners she'd had thus far, enticing his right hand between her legs to stroke her slit – his strokes teasing and more wedging with his index finger, grinding along her slit until he coaxed a moan from Mutsu's lips.

Preluding the two fingers that sunk into her. Mutsu mewled in utter delight, her wet insides constricting his digits even as he kept pumping into Nagato, the two sisters moaning in tandem. Without a word shared Mutsu slipped her right hand into Nagato's left, holding hands and giving Nagato a smidgen of confidence, encouraging her thighs to press against his hips – not quite leg-locking him but making her desire all too clear.

''Mm~!'' A desire fulfilled as he picked up the pace, plunging himself into her slippery tightness.

The strict clench of her insides never lost its allure, his thrusts staggering briefly only to resume with a vengeance, his hips driving him balls-deep inside of the shrine maiden before him. A maiden who cried out his title as she clutched onto his arm with her free hand, her eyes screwing shut and head tossing from left to right, the pleasure getting to her, bringing her to her limit-!

When with a scream Nagato climaxed, throwing her head back and convulsing under him. He teetered on the cusp of his own orgasm, grunting and gasping as he kept fucking her through it, amplifying her own climax as his cock rammed into her tight, seizing pussy, pounding her senseless – until he too peaked, ejaculating inside of her with a strained moan as he burying himself up to the hilt; his tip kissing her womb as spurt after spurt of semen painted her insides white.

A second later he pulled out; the final spurts of semen landing on her belly as she panted – hurried, shudder-inducing breaths making her chest rise-and-fall.

Off to his right Mutsu whined as he pulled his fingers out, leaving her edged but not quite on the precipice of climax, her pout asking for more. More he was about to give had a body not bumped against his right side; belonged to a visibly-intoxicated Grozny as she nuzzled him, eyes lidded and face hot, and not from embarrassment. Eldridge pressed herself against Grozny in turn, practically spooning her fellow wife and looking more sleepy than she did drunk, though she was always a sleepy drunk to begin with.

Giving him an idea, nudging the two Destroyers towards Mutsu and Nagato. Even in their drunken states they understood and Grozny was the first to bury her face in Nagato's crotch, eliciting a startled squeak from the priestess – one that melted into a moan as the Northern Destroyer started eating her out then and there, tongue hungrily lapping up the cum overflowing from Nagato's pussy. Eldridge, though a bit clumsier about it, had zero qualms about doing the same for Mutsu; her small tongue quickly licking at the Battleship's clit before going down to her opening, coaxing pleasure-filled moans out of the flat-chested Battleship.

The Commander for his part took a step back just to enjoy the show, half-temped to leave them be... but how could he when two of his wives were being out by another two? It didn't help that Eldridge had a nice ass and Grozny wasn't too bad either, her curves slighter but still attractive.

As if sensing his gaze Eldridge shook her ass slowly, the entrancing sway joined by a flash of pink as she spread her puffy folds for him. The last of his indecision wore away and in a heartbeat he was behind her, kneeling down to her level and rubbing his cock along her spread, quivering sex – before finally pushing in. The tightness that welcomed him drew a soft curse from his lips and his hands latched onto her hips without hesitation, giving himself something to hold onto as he began to rut into Eldridge, thrusts stilted at first but steadily gaining some sense of rhythm; sheathing himself deep inside of her tight pussy.

''Mmph, mm... mmn~'' Eldridge moaned into Mutsu's pussy, still putting her tongue to good use.

A use Mutsu very much enjoyed, her sweet, trembling moans wonderful to listen to as he fucked Eldridge from behind, his groin bumping against her ass and shoving her into Mutsu's crotch. As if in response Eldridge grabbed onto Mutsu's thighs and pulled her in more, sloppily eating her out and extracting even sweeter noises from Mutsu's lips – gasps and cries bubbling out as her tongue worked with such earnest swiftness.

The Commander took his eyes off of her then, gaze falling to Eldridge herself as he stuffed himself inside of her – every impact making her ass jiggle lightly before the next thrust inevitably did the same, the lurid smacks of flesh echoing throughout the living room. He dug his fingers into her hips and kept at it, railing her tight hole and admiring her taut back, every inch of bare skin something to be savoured.

When abruptly he pulled out. Eldridge moaned in surprise but he didn't pause to explain, instead shuffling over until he was behind Grozny – his other wife understanding completely and sticking her ass up a bit, making it easier for his tip to slide down her slit-

And then he penetrated her, sinking deep into the alcoholic's pussy. Without reservation she moaned into Nagato's pussy, dutifully eating the moaning priestess out even as the Commander began to pump into the Northern Destroyer, his cock raking her slick insides and kissing her cervix with every plunging thrust. All too used to sex by this point Grozny deliberately tightened around him whenever he hilted inside, the smothering squeeze threatening to make him blow his load then and there.

He endured, however, and with groans abound he ploughed his petite wife – his cock slick with her nectar as he pistoned between her tight nether lips. Though she might not have as curvy an ass as Eldridge her cute behind was still nice to look at, and the position also had the helpful side-effect of being able to look Nagato in the eyes as she was eaten out – said priestess blushing scarlet, her moans submissive as she surrendered to the pleasure.

Off to his right Mutsu squealed at last, her orgasm finally hitting, but he paid it no mind as he pounded Grozny, stuffing himself into her hard and fast – before pulling out, and swapping back to Eldridge.

Over and over again he swapped between the two petite Destroyers. Grozny moaned whilst Eldridge mewled, their tight pussies smothering him as he rammed into them like a beast in heat, his cock only growing more swollen and needy with every switch. At some point Nagato orgasmed; allowing both Destroyers to shuffle closer, making his switching even faster, pounding them each in turn and pushing their stamina to the limit.

Until at last, one of them broke.

''Nn~!'' Grozny buried her face in the couch cushion, cumming.

The Commander swore and pulled out, pre-cum gleaming across his aching, twitching tip. Hurriedly he shuffled over and Eldridge helpfully stuck her butt up, his tip pressing in – and with a strained moan he took to pounding her. There was no gentleness, no slowness, just a hurried pounding that coaxed a slew of moans out of the blonde Destroyer, her tightening pussy only becoming moreso as he kissed her cervix, his pulsating girth ready to blow-!

When he did, a shout of relief preluding the torrent of seed he unloaded inside of Eldridge. The infusion of heat pushed the Destroyer over the edge, her face buried in the couch cushion as she orgasmed with him – her tight, seizing insides squeezing the nut out of him, spurt after spurt unloaded into her womb, her ass grinding back into his crotch as if to prevent him from pulling out and cumming on her ass, as if to make sure his seed got deep inside of her.

Rutting into her the Commander drew out his orgasm, each meagre thrust weaker than the last until he ceased altogether. Even then he remained hard if tender; his dick twitching against Eldridge's insides and eliciting a weak moan from the Destroyer, one amplified when he finally pulled out – allowing a deluge of cum to overflow and drip between her legs, her back arching and spasms jolting through her figure as the afterglow hit.

Groping her ass briefly he gave her butt a light slap, coaxing a moan out of Eldridge before he stood, leaving the four girls to recover from their orgasms.

Assuming they didn't go for a round two with one another, that is.

Entertaining the thought in his mind he made his way into the kitchen, lured in by the moans echoing out from it. Built in an L-shape he had to turn the corner to see – and he was aroused to find four individuals currently within it. Cooper, Bristol, Torricelli and Leonardo da Vinci.

The Sardinians were dominating the Union girls, too. Leonardo had Cooper up on the counter, legs open and eating her out – leftover tufts of whipped cream clinging to Cooper's thighs and groin whilst several half-eaten strawberries were left scattered across the work surface, not that either seemed to care. Cooper least of all as she leaned back on both hands and moaned ceaselessly, her knees twitching inwards and her breathing fast, doing wonders for her chest as Leonardo ate her out.

Bristol was likewise mottled with squirts of whipped cream; pinned to the kitchen floor and moaning as Torricelli fucked her with a strap-on dildo. It was tricky to see all the juicy details due to Torricelli's long, eternally-wild green hair, but the glimpses he got left him almost tempted to join in. For the time being though he was content to watch, doubly so as Torricelli pressed her body down against Bristol's own, her small breasts squashing against Bristol's flat ones, as if to tease the Destroyer with that fact.

Leonardo thought caught his attention the most – not least because the blonde Submarine ceased eating Cooper out. Not to call out to him, but to grin his way and spread Cooper's pussy, letting him get a nice look before she went back to tongue-fucking the more submissive Destroyer, her whimpering moans only growing in volume as Leonardo put her mouth to good use – and from personal experience he knew she gave great head.

His eyes though wandered down her naked back, tracing her curves down to her fine behind and drooling slit – a slit spread by two fingers that unashamedly tempted him in. A temptation that he gladly fell for, shifting behind the Submarine and resting his cock-head against her opening, jerking himself off against it for just a few moments.

Before finally easing himself into her. ''Hng, fuck...''

Leonardo moaned with him, the noise muffled by Cooper's pussy though not stopping Leonardo from grasping onto part of his shaft, jerking him off even she squeezed the tip with her insides. The sensation lasted for just a moment more before he sheathed himself fully within the blonde Submarine; his hands clutching onto her sides as he buried himself deep inside of her. He had pulled out by barely an inch when she shoved herself back onto his crotch, practically grinding on him and forcing a groan out of him, his bucking hips pushing him back in and coaxing a lewd moan from Leonardo herself.

Lifting his gaze he locked eyes with Cooper, savouring her flustered expression even as he fucked Leonardo into her crotch – every thrust stronger than the last until he was practically shoving her up against the counter, earning a whimpering mewl from Cooper herself. With her arms behind herself too there was nothing to hide Cooper's smallish but quite perky chest, letting him admire their perky shape as she breathed.

Invariably his gaze was drawn back down to Leonardo, running his hands up her sides until he could knead her breasts, fondling a moan out of his wife. He pressed himself into her but ceased his thrusting, simply grinding into her and coaxing a muffled moan out of his beloved, he voice lost to Cooper's crotch even as the aforementioned Destroyer gasped with pleasure – heels lifting and head tipping back, teetering on the edge of her climax.

A climax Leonardo sought to see happen, her tongue lapping at her clit even as two fingers jammed into her cunt, working hurriedly. ''Mm~ C'mon Coopy, let it out~''

The nickname made him snort and give her chest a slight squeeze, relishing the way Leonardo tightened around him – her body still pressing back against his, multi-tasking between him and Cooper. An effort rewarded as Cooper shook, gasped, and then cried out as she climaxed. Not yet in the throes of ecstasy himself he savoured the look on Cooper's face; the pursing lips, the scrunched expression, the overwhelming spasms that made it impossible to hide her pleasure, her lips parting as a weaker moan tumbled out past them.

Right before he went to town on Leonardo; hands returning to her hips as he slammed into her tight, slippery pussy. Like a sheath for his sword she fitted him perfectly, her insides constricting his swollen length even as he made her moan and arch her back, emphasising her small chest in that moment. He caught but glimpses of it from behind but didn't dare remove hands from her hips, pressure mounting as he stuffed himself between her sopping lips.

''Fuck, here it- c-cums...!'' His voice tightened – and with a strained moan he finally blew his load in the Sardinian, tip kissing her cervix as he ejaculated untold amounts of semen into her depths, spurt after spurt of it filling her up.

Leonardo clutched onto Cooper for support as she squealed, legs buckling but kept held up by his hands, keeping his cock deep inside of her they came together. His eyes flitted across Leonardo's back and settled on Cooper, admiring her naked self even as he nutted in Leonardo, the sight of Cooper's nudity the icing on his orgasm.

An orgasm that gradually petered out until he rolled his hips, letting his cock slip out. Leonardo moaned and slumped against the counter before ultimately sitting down, fatigued but with a bright, enthused grin on her lips – too breathless to speak but still able to give him a cheeky thumbs-up. He snorted at that, spending long enough to give Cooper a quick if impassioned kiss before going on his way, passing by Torricelli and Bristol as the latter was fucked into the floor.

''C-Commander~ Help me~'' Bristol whined pitiably.

''Hehehe, don't worry, I'll make sure you cum again~'' Torricelli giggled, much to Bristol's despair.

The Commander just chuckled at the byplay, knowing it wasn't serious – even if Torricelli was liable to make Bristol cum until she couldn't walk. He made a mental note to 'punish' the shroom-loving Submarine as he opened the back door and made his way outside, unbothered by the fresh, mild air that brushed over his front. This side of the house only faced the ocean, positioned up on a hill as it was, and between the sprinkling of trees that formed his side-garden and the distance from the main base, he wasn't worried about being seen. The handful of hedges erected around it in a vague square only helped with the privacy.

His attention though lingered only briefly on the pinkening skyline, the sun setting in the distance and quickly turning the skies dark. Instead his attention shifted to furniture before him; a pair of grey metal chairs and single metal table set up, the table hosting some tissues and sweets, whilst the chairs hosted two of his wives – another two between their legs each.

''A-Ahh, hello Command- mm~!''

Vincenzo Gioberti sat before him, naked as could be and very well aware of that, one arm covering her smallish breasts – though there was no covering her pussy with Ooshio between her legs, the busty cat-girl merrily tongue-fucking the Sardinian like she was a fine meal. The aforementioned cat-girl even pulled back to spread Gioberti's pussy, letting him get a nice look at her glistening pink slit before she went back to eating her out.

Over to the duo's left Carabiniere knelt with hands before her, demure blush colouring her cheeks red even as she also serviced Le Malin – the lazy Destroyer moaning languidly even as she played with Carabiniere's hair, one hand coaxing her between her legs. The sight was an enjoyable one and had he not been so terminally horny he might've sat back and just had some wine whilst watching the show, but as it stood his cock ached for more.

More Ooshio was willing to give, flashing him a coy smile as she shifted aside, still spreading Gioberti's pussy. ''I got 'er all nice and wet fer you, darlin'~ Give her a good pounding now~''

''Don't mind if I do.'' The Commander hummed, stroking her ears and earning a purr from the cat-girl.

His eyes turned onto Gioberti soon enough, savouring her slender figure, much to her embarrassment. Yet despite that embarrassment the Destroyer opened her legs for him all the same, a demure smile curling at her lips as he lined himself up – and a sweet moan fled her lips as he pushed himself inside. She was soaking wet already, his tip graced by her nectar even as he buried himself in deep, feeling her walls clench around him as he pulled back.

Only encouraging him to plunge back in all the more, hilting himself in Gioberti much to her delight, her cry ringing out freely with no walls to stop it. A cool wind blew by then and he shivered as it tickled his skin, though Gioberti herself looked used to it – his hand running along her shoulder and feeling how cool her skin was, though she seemed unbothered by it. It did though made her nipples quite hard and he used that to his advantage, his hand gliding down to pinch and tweak the hardened buds and coaxing even sweeter noises out of his lover.

''Commander, it f-feels so good~'' Gioberti whined out, clutching onto the arms of the chair. ''D-Do I feel good too...?''

''Amazing.'' The Commander leaned down and kissed her forehead, relishing the blush that coloured her cheeks. ''Heh, you're too easy to tease Gioberti.''

''C-Commander~!'' She whined.

A whine that spilled over into a moan as he buried himself in her once more, his cock parting her petals and kissing her deepest parts. He gave her small breast another quick grope before letting his hands fall to her thighs – slender and smooth but quite soft, enticing him to hold onto them as he kept her legs spread, helping him plunge balls-deep inside of the Sardinian Destroyer and fuck sweet moans out of her.

He leaned over her a bit more, stealing a quick kiss as he pumped himself into her, enticing Gioberti to wrap her arms around him. He didn't resist and let their lips connect in another kiss, his fast tempo plunging him in-and-out of her honeyed depths, fucking all sorts of gasps and squeaks out of the slender girl, her tight pussy twitching and quivering around his length and he sheathed himself deep inside-

''A-Ah, wait- iyaa~!''

-when, to his surprise, Gioberti climaxed. He hilted himself in her depths and shivered as he felt her tightening insides convulse around his length, the erotic sensations pleasant to feel when he wasn't lost in the throes of his own orgasm. Instead he just rubbed her chest and watch her spasm under him, each twitch lesser than the last until she relaxed against the chair; both hands quick to cover he face as she whined.

''Ooshio~'' The Sardinian whined. ''You made me cum too quick~''

''Hehe, oopsies~'' The cat-girl cheekily fired back, still kneeling by his side. ''Mind makin' some room for me then~?''

Gioberti pouted but obliged, knowing from experience she would have another chance later – his wives had gotten used to being intimate with one another whilst waiting for their turns, after all. Still the Destroyer shivered as he pulled out and backed up a step, giving his cute Sardinian wife room to stumble to her feet, not a shred of her beauty hidden. Had his cock not been rock-hard and throbbing for Ooshio, he might've dropped to his knees and peppered her body with kisses all over, much like their wedding night.

He made a mental note to invite Gioberti to a hotel sometime soon. No reason he couldn't pamper her, after all, and she was always adorable when he went down on her. The fact she was so quick to cum was just a charm point more than anything.

As Gioberti meekly went over to join Carabiniere in pleasuring Le Malin the Commander took her seat, the metal cold on his skin but far from distracting him from Ooshio's nude self. Ooshio might be unremarkable to some since she never made an effort to stand out but she was always a sweetheart to him, and one of the biggest supporters of him having a harem – not least because it meant she got access to cute girls too. To the point she was practically teaching his other wives how to please one another in his absence.

He savoured her figure as she hopped to her feet, from her full, plump breasts to her wide hips and black cat tail that swished behind her, curling partway around her naked thigh and emphasising her curves perfectly. She didn't hesitate to sit on his lap and grab his wrists, smirking coyly as she guided them to her tits, encouraging him to give them a slow, firm squeeze.

''Mm... y'know, kinda missed the sensation after playin' with the girls for so long~'' Ooshio teased him, lifting her hips and grinding her slit upon his tip. ''Mm... how many girls you done so far~?''

''Lost count.''

Ooshio snickered. ''Thought so~''

And then she impaled herself onto him, her folds parting for his intruding manhood. The Commander groaned at how hot her insides felt compared to the ambient air, his shaft still sensitive after ploughing Gioberti, tempting his hands down to her wide hips. Ooshio purred at that and started to ride him unashamedly, rising up to near the tip only to impale herself back down with a smack of flesh, her mewl one of delight as she took his cock deep inside of her.

The hot, sticky clench of her insides was heavenly and he leaned back into the chair to let her work, panting and grunting as Ooshio impaled herself on his dick – the light slap of their flesh joined by the cat-girl's sweet moans. He ran his hands along her thighs at that, stroking them idly before his wandering hands came around to grab her ass, pulling her down onto his length just as he bucked his hips – fucking a pleased moan out of the Sakura Destroyer, her back arching a touch as she picked up the pace.

''Hehe, you're already twitchin' inside 'f me~'' Ooshio teased, her lilted accent only making her words more entrancing. ''Feel free to blow whenever you want, darlin'~''

''Could say the same thing you to; saw you getting off while you were going down on Gioberti.'' The Commander fired back with a tight smile.

Ooshio cooed in return, her fingers curling around his shoulders as she leaned forwards a bit, her bounces becoming longer and bolder. His tip nearly slipped out more than once but before it did Ooshio always impaled herself back down onto his length, her sticky insides ensnaring his cock and squeezing it lovingly before she bounced back up. The jiggle to her chest was as entrancing as her mirthful gaze and his eyes unashamedly flitted between the two; his right hand soon coming up to grope her chest, appreciating her plump tit.

She leaned into it, her breathing growing heavier not just from his touch but from the cock kissing her depths, her hips rolling and grinding herself onto his crotch for a brief few moments before she went back to riding him – the lurid slap of their flesh ringing out through the open air and drawing a groan from his throat. Moans and mewls to his right also reached his ears and he looked towards the source of the noise; Le Malin.

His pale-haired wife looked over at him by chance, blushing red as she held his gaze whilst Carabiniere ate her out, the tongue motion enough to melt Le Malin's mind judging by the moans slipping out of her. Gioberti stood directly behind Le Malin, hands reaching down and around to cup and knead the Vichya girl's small breasts, the occasional upside-down kiss touching her lips and leaving Le Malin double-teamed and on the precipice of climax.

''Hehe, she's a real cutie, huh~'' Ooshio breathed into his ear then, the following kiss making him shiver.

Ooshio giggled at that and leaned more upright, amused but with eyes darkened with lust as she plapped herself onto his cock – the lurid meeting of their flesh ringing out all the more as she got more excited. He could only groan as his cock was sheathed in her wet, tight depths, every grip threatening to make him cum; his orgasm delayed solely by his desire to bring Ooshio to her own orgasm.

A desire that brought his right hand down to her clit, thumb stimulating the little bundle of nerves. Ooshio mewled cattishly and slowed for just a second before switching to grinding on his dick, her cheeks aflame and eyes growing half-lidded as she furiously worked her hips, her moans lower and breathing heavier as he purposefully stimulated her. The look of sheer lust on her face was enthralling and even as his cock ached for relief he held back; muscles drawing taut as his wife switched back to bouncing on him, his length sheathed deep within her quivering, clenching depths.

''A-Ah, here it comes~'' Ooshio moaned out, her tone quivering.

He bucked his hips in response, the motion stilted but quick as he tried to match her tempo, the sticky squelch of their union ringing out – only growing louder in that moment as they got more into it, her panting breaths hastening hastening, her insides tightening, her nails digging in-!

''Yah~!''

When Ooshio came, burying her face in his shoulder and furiously grinding herself onto his crotch. He thought no further before his own orgasm overtook him; a tumultuous rush that left him grabbing onto Ooshio's behind as he kept her impaled on his cock, his tip spurting seed deep inside of his moaning wife and his hips rutting it up into her, kissing her cervix as plentiful helpings of cum made a mess deep inside of her, squeezed out by her sticky walls that clenched around it.

How long he rode his high he didn't know, his mind deprived of higher thought as he just nutted in her. Only when a particularly cold wind blew by did he stir from his climax, a slow moan escaping him as he relaxed back into the char; the metal having warmed a touch from him sitting in it. Ooshio herself seemed content to bask in his warmth too, showing her cattish features more as she snuggled into him and curled her tail around his wrist, fully prepared to just take a brief nap on his lap.

At least until he chuckled and kissed her cheek. ''Up.''

''Aw, fine~'' The cat-girl obliged, wobbling as she stood.

With a grunt of effort he hauled himself to his feet too and caught her cheek, giving Ooshio no time to think before he stole a deep, impassioned kiss; one that left her blushing by the end of it. Yet the gleam of lust in her eyes hadn't dimmed and the moment he began to stroll away he could hear her making a beeline towards the other three girls outside, no doubt ready to make them moan their lungs out. He looked forward to their chorus.

For now though he made his way down the side of the house, towards the tall bamboo fence that surrounded the rear of his home – playing host to his own private onsen. Smaller than a traditional one but still big enough for most of his wives to enjoy all at once it hadn't been cheap to build, but with his salary it wasn't too tricky in the long run. He'd even had a modest but traditional changing room built into it, making it all the more comfortable for his Sakura wives who preferred the traditional way of doing things.

Popping open the small side-door he stepped into the attached changing rooms, paying no mind to the clothes left draped over the central bench and just making his way towards the sliding shoji door. A tug pried it open and warm air brushed over his chest the moment he did so, his eyes running along the circular onsen before him with a small island in the middle with some bamboo growing, giving the whole place a very peaceful feel.

Or it would have, had soft, girlish moans at the far end of the onsen not left him achingly hard.

Tugging the door shut behind him the Commander meandered into the pleasantly-hot onsen, the water lapping up to his thighs as he strode into it. Even with the bamboo centrepiece blocking his view somewhat it was impossible to miss the head of pink hair standing out on the other side, nor the dark blue and the grey one. Doubly so as he circled said centrepiece, laying eyes on his three wives.

Allen M. Sumner laid in the middle, her right arm around Kawakaze and pulling the fox-girl up against her side, close enough that her right tit squished against Kawakaze's left. Her left arm on the other hand was down underwater, the angle doing little to disguise the fact it was between Hanazuki's legs – soft, trembling moans escaping the fox-girl as Allen doubtlessly fingered her. Quite good too judging by Hanazuki's euphoric expression.

''Looks like you girls are having fun.'' The Commander teased then, drawing eyes onto him.

Hanazuki squeaked adorably, oblivious to his approach until then and reflexively covering her boobs – before apparently realising the pointlessness of such an act and dropping her arms, though she kept them close. If anything though her squishing biceps just pushed her boobs together nicely, contrasting Kawakaze who just leaned back and affixed him with a light blush, hardly fazed by his nudity – as was Allen, the Destroyer chirping a greeting and sitting up on her knees, baring more of her beautiful form to him.

He knelt with her, hands diving beneath the water to grab her ass, pulling Allen in close. She giggled and snaked her arms around his nape, pulling him in – and then their lips met in an impassioned kiss, her muffled hum rife with delight. Her cheer was infectious and he let his hands wander up her back, mindlessly caressing everything from her ass and thighs to her lower back, pulling her in close all the whilst.

By the time they broke off both were left breathing heavily; a mutual flush on their cheeks. His own became clearer as Kawakaze shifted up to his left side, hand running up his biceps until he wrapped the limb around her, pulling her in and letting their lips meet in a slower, yet no less romantic kiss. A kiss infused with a moan as his hand dipped down to stroke the base of her tail; not quite tugging it but just teasing the part where it connected to her tailbone.

''Myn... Commander...'' The swordswoman breathed, drawing away from the kiss with a cute blush.

A kiss to her nose just made it redden further, her fox ears flattening atop her head in embarrassment.

Hanazuki joined in on the kissing session too, taking his right side just as he pecked Allen on the lips, prompting him to switch over and give her a kiss too. She cooed into it and ran her hands over his torso, fingers so lithe and delicate tracing his faint muscles and tickling him with her reverence. She drew him back into another kiss and he reciprocated wholeheartedly, savouring her soft lips against his – when Allen cheekily leaned in and kissed his cheek, enticing Kawakaze to nuzzle his shoulder and plant a light kiss it too.

Enticing his hand away from her back and down her hip, brushing between her legs. Even with the warm water engulfing his hand he still easily felt his way between her leg, teasing her slit and relishing the stifled groan he coaxed out of the fox-girl, her tail coiling around his wrist but hardly stopping from from teasing her. His right hand meanwhile laid itself on Hanazuki's chest, a slow grope making the pink-haired fox moan, her blush adorable.

Allen whined for his attention then, kissing his cheek twice to get him to look her way and almost instantly mashing her lips against his, the kiss drawing a grunt from his chest. The neediness was adorable and he prodded her teeth with his tongue, easily convincing them to part and allowing their tongues to meet in a heated war for dominance, one neither saw the end of before they drew apart, panting and with a string of spit hanging between them.

One that snapped as Allen leaned back, giggling. ''I call dibs!''

Kawakaze rolled her eyes and Hanazuki giggled, neither Sakura Destroyer having any qualms, though Kawakaze shuddered as he pulled his fingers away from her crotch. The Commander smiled at that and kissed her cheek before refocusing on Allen as she shifted back, water running down her slender figure as she rose from the water, his hungry gaze soaking in her nude frame as she took a seat on the onsen's edge, her legs remaining closed for just a moment before they opened for him, baring herself to him.

He savoured the sight as he shifted closer, his hands running along her wet thighs and appreciating how soft they were – before without warning diving down and licking her slit. The sudden act made Allen squeak, a moan soon following as his tongue lashed along her dripping pussy, his tongue all too familiar with the act as it lapped at her entrance rhythmically, the tongue-strokes easily making her head tip back and bringing a moan out of her.

Just hearing Allen make such noises was enthralling but to be between her legs eating her out only fuelled his arousal, his cock rock-hard and aching to the point that he reached down to stroke it a little – quick kneading strokes that eased the raging hardness throbbing up his shaft, begging for attention. He endured the want though and tilted his head a bit, enough to let his tongue lash more easily at her sex, letting him taste her honey.

''M-Myn~ Commander, don't tease me~'' Allen whined for mercy.

Mercy he gave, giving her slit one last lick before shifting atop her, his cock coming to rest against her wet pussy. Allen mewled in anticipation and spread her legs a tiny bit wider, her back arching as his tip rested against her opening – and as one they moaned as he sunk inside, his cock spearing between her slick, sticky walls and into her tight core with ease, a second thrust fully sheathing him inside of the Destroyer.

His hands settled on her sides then; fingers sinking into her wet sides as he pulled partway out, feeling her grip him tighter – and Allen cried out as he rutted back into her, burying himself up to the hilt in her snug sex. The thrust preluded the many more that soon followed, his hips rocking and quickly finding their rhythm as he sunk into his wife, every thrust fucking a little moan out of Allen.

Hanazuki reminded him of her presence then as she sat next to Allen, blushing hard but smiling sweetly at him, knowing full well his eyes were running over her figure – and hers over his. Kawakaze for her part stayed in the onsen, everything below her bust engulfed in water but still letting him admire her small tits, nearly tempting him to drop a hand down to caress them and show his appreciation.

Allen though was nothing if not needy, her whine preluding the legs that locked around him, forcing a grunt out of him. ''Cheeky...''

''Hehe, eyes on me Commander~'' Allen fired back with a wink, her expression growing tight as he rutted into her then. ''M-Mm... yeah, that's it...''

Eager to hear her demurity more the Commander picked up the pace, one hand planted on the wet stone as he leaned over her, pounding himself into Allen's slick cunt – her insides seizing around his length but failing to stop him from pumping in-and-out, the constant motion stirring her up and knocking moans free from her lips. The hot, whining notes she reached were heaven and the way she pressed her thighs into his hips was almost too much; his cock throbbing potently against her walls as they squeezed him so.

If anything that just made him ram into her all the more, groans spilling from his lips as he fitted his cock into her tight, clenching heat, sensitive and twitching against her innermost parts. She tried feebly to rock her hips with him, grinding herself onto his crotch to gain more pleasure, to feel even better. A thought that tempted his right hand down to her chest, cupping and kneading her left tit and teasing her nipple aplenty; the stimulation slight but in that moment more than enough to edge Allen.

''A-Ahh wait, that's too, ah, mm~!'' Her heels locked firmly together. ''C-Commander...!''

Tightness clasped around his cock, so sticky and hot – and with a cry of delight Allen finally hit climax, throwing her head back as she orgasmed under him. The unyielding grip around his dick was too much, his pounding pace fucking her cry to new heights until he finally released himself deep inside of her; grunting and growling as he slammed into Allen and spilled his seed across her walls, finishing with one last thrust that kissed her cervix and pumped his seed deep inside of her.

Grinding himself into her sex the Commander rode his high with a shudder, his breathing harsh and quick as he felt her squeeze and grip him. The rush waned fast though and soon enough he bucked his hips back, pulling out and allowing a deluge of cum to overflow from her ploughed pussy that twitched cutely, her whine of bliss as endearing as always.

The Commander relished the sight, slapping his sensitive cock-head against her pussy a couple of times before turning his eyes onto Hanazuki – and before the pink-haired beauty could so much as speak he closed the distance, claiming his wife's lips in a kiss. She mewled in surprise but melted into it without resistance, her arms settling around his neck and pulling him in closer. He complied, hands running down her back and running down her legs, grasping just under her thighs.

And with a grunt of effort he hefted Hanazuki up. The fox-girl squeaked, tail coiling around his right arm reflexively, but without issue he kept her held up in his arms. Breaking off the kiss he met her eyes and savoured her bashful expression; her cheeks rosy and a demure smile amplifying her cuteness tenfold in that moment.

''Commander...'' Sliding her wet hands to his cheeks the fox-girl nuzzled his nose with her own, her gentleness bewitching. ''It's okay if you want to be a bit rougher this time, ehe...''

Considering she normally liked slower, gentler fucks it was a surprise offer but not one he was protesting – not least because he didn't think he was capable of being gentle at this point, so many orgasms having sapped him of his stamina and his cock terribly sensitive. Yet even after said orgasms his lust kept him hard, his stamina bordering on inhuman. A stamina that Kawakaze noted idly as she reached under Hanazuki, touching his cock and guiding his tip to her wet, needy petals.

Petals that parted of his intruding length. The fox-girl tipped her head back with a whine of pleasure, her wet insides parting for his manhood and seizing snugly around him – the welcoming heat more than enough to coax his hips into motions, rocking and pumping him deeper into Hanazuki until his cock was comfortably sheathed inside of her. His hands shifted to her ass and held it firmly, pulling her in close even as she pressed her thighs into hips, the little bit of added skin contact only heightening their pleasure.

''Ah, it feels so good...'' Hanazuki whimpered against his bottom lip, her breathing heavy. ''I-I kind of like it when you hold me like this?''

''In general, or...?''

Hanazuki's cheeks burned red but it was hard to tell whether it was from the pleasure or her confession. ''Both. Being in your arms, feeling so weightless...''

She trailed off, embarrassment getting the better of her, but he understood. So much so he loosened is hold on her just a bit, eliciting a shriek from Hanazuki as he feigned dropping her – gripping her ass to stop such a thing, but the way she clamped like a vice around him was euphoric. Immediately tempting him to do it again, savouring her startled squawk as gravity asserted its hold on her for a split-second, his own knees bending to fuel the illusion; being rewarded by her clamping depths.

''C-Commander!'' Hanazuki whined, pouting. ''Don't do that...''

He chuckled. ''Sorry, sorry...''

The ensuing kiss did a good job of quelling her dismay, her shoulders relaxing and a moan lifting itself off of her tongue. A moan that sharpened as he bucked his hips more strongly; burying himself deep into her tight fox pussy and grinding himself into her, the friction intense enough to make her shudder in his hold. He couldn't blame her; the feeling was so good he risked cumming then and there, his body moving on its own just so he could hilt himself in Hanazuki more.

The sound of splashing water lured his attention to the left, the kiss broken off just so he could look – and his cock throbbed as he found Kawakaze standing there, cheeks a bashful red and water running down her naked self. From her bare shoulders to her demure chest to the fingers stroking her slit or her tail curling around her own thigh, every part of her was gorgeous and the way she stood by his side, hiding nothing, only fuelled his sudden spike of lust.

''Mn~! Commander~!'' Hanazuki whined out, her breathing light. ''Q-Quick, I'm almost, ah, t-there...!''

The Commander complied, a groan of assent fleeing him as he returned his eyes onto her, pushing Kawakaze from his mind for just a few moments – soaking in Hanazuki's bouncing breasts before locking eyes with his lover. The sheer affection in her eyes was entrancing and without thinking he mashed his mouth against hers, devouring her moan even as he grinded himself into her, feeling his cock ache and throb deep inside of her.

Not a second later he broke off the kiss, allowing Hanazuki's shrill cry to ring out as he went right back to pounding her sopping, squeezing pussy – raking her walls with his shaft and kissing her cervix with his tip, the promise of baby batter making her seize tightly around him. He endured for a little longer, his mind devoid of thought as he slammed forth into her, practically yanking her down onto his dick as the pressures soared-!

''HYA~!''

-and with a shout blew his load in her, cumming just as Hanazuki did. His seed erupted into her and he could do nothing but bend his knees and stay standing, a slew of gasps and grunts spilling past his lips as he nutted so plentifully inside of her snug, seizing depths. Higher thought was absent, nothing but pleasure dictating his actions then and there as he rode out his high, the tremors weakening by the second as his orgasm wound down.

Until with a moan he bucked his hips and pulled out. Hanazuki moaned in surprise, clutching onto him and shivering in his arms even as he set her down on the onsen's edge – his wife wasting little time sliding into the warm water and just basking in the afterglow, her dazed expression so cute he scratched just behind her ear, earning an adorable mewl from his lover.

As Allen slid into the water with Hanazuki, arm around her and snuggling, he turned his eyes onto Kawakaze.

''...it's my turn now, right?''

Just in time to see Kawakaze bend over at the waist and put her hands on the rocky edge, her cheeks a rosy hue as she presented her cute butt – her tail lifting out of the way and leaving nothing to hide her glistening-wet sex. His sensitive cock ached at the sight and he started moving before he was even consciously aware of it, getting behind the grey-haired fox-girl and grabbing her hips, pulling her back towards him.

Though she wasn't as vocal as his other two wives Kawakaze still shivered as she felt his cock press up against her ass, a soft groan of need escaping her, tempting his hand down to his cock, pressing it in – and Kawakaze tensed as he finally entered her, the tension in her back melting away as a moan of approval fled her throat. An approval that only grew as he held her hips and started to pump into her, his steady pace sinking him deeper and deeper into her tunnel until he was comfortably deep inside of her.

''Myn...'' Kawakaze peeked back at him, panting. ''...faster...''

The Commander gladly obliged, fingers sinking into her hips and pulling her back onto his manhood, moaning outright as her tight depths welcomed him, the strangling heat pure bliss to rut into. His groin bumped up against her ass with more and more vigour until each impact was practically a light spank; jolting her body forth before the fox-girl pushed herself back onto his dick, moans more frequently slipping past her pursing lips, betraying her pleasure.

He loved every little noise she made, his hands running up her sides to her chest and groping her small bust. Using them like handholds he pulled her back towards him until Kawakaze was arching her back, her moans taking on a breathier pitch as he hilted himself in her and hit her sweet spots time and time again, groin pressing firmly into her ass with each thrust as if to engrave his love for her deep inside.

The fox-girl wrapped her tail around his right thigh as best she could, the affectionate hold loose enough that it didn't stop him from filling her pussy to the brim, the unyielding grip enough to leave him moaning in breathless bliss. Yet even as familiar heat climbed his cock the sheer lust coursing through him was more than enough to carry his hips forth, plunging him between her nether lips and into her welcoming tunnel, their union sticky and slick.

''Commander, I... ah...'' She tipped her head back to look up at him, her eyes half-lidded and lips ajar. ''I-I'm almost...''

She trailed off, a low moan escaping the swordswoman but the meaning all too clear to him in that moment. Kissing her head the Commander replied by sliding his hands down to her sides and holding on tight, keeping her steady even as he surrendered to his wanton lust – a lust that drove his hips forth with mad vigour, slamming his aching cock into Kawakaze's depths, pounding her like she was the last woman on the planet and making her cry out in reply.

Skin slapped, muscles tightened, pleasure soared up his sensitive shaft – and then he wrapped his arms around Kawakaze, grunting with sharp relief as he busted his load inside of his wife. Her nails pricked his arm as they dug in, her sharp inhale joined by her seizing depths as he made her climax too; spasms shaking her form as she lurched forwards, remaining upright solely by his hold on her as he pumped her full of cum, every twitch of his cock preluding the next thick spurt to paint her insides.

How long he spooned Kawakaze he wasn't sure, only that his stamina gradually waned until he pulled out entirely. He didn't unhand her though, opting to twist her around to face him and steal a quick kiss; easing her down into the water with him as he did so. The fox-girl didn't resist and if anything leaned into him, showing a rare submissiveness as she sought his body heat, her chest against his and her arms threading around his neck, holding herself into him.

By the time they got settled she was practically snuggling into his side, still breathing heavily but satisfied. Allen joined him not long after on his right whilst Hanazuki took to snuggling into Allen, more than content to just rest for a little bit.

And a little bit was all the group would get, as members of his harem soon began to join them, turning the onsen into a fresh orgy in no time at all.

By the time the moon rose high over the Commander's home they were all so exhausted they could be found scattered around the inside of his home, some with blankets and others just snuggling in the nude with one another.

The mess left was one that would take a whole day and team of maids to clean, but one none complained about regardless.

For in these rare moments of peace, it was bliss to indulge with one another.

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