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Attacks on the port were always messy things to clean up, Theseus had learned.
It wasn't a simple matter of cleaning away the debris and sealing up the craters. It required replacing and re-turfing parts of the ground whilst still keeping to the overall design of the base, it was replacing burst pipes or shattered windows, and it was about evaluating all of the structures for cracks or splits. The defenders also had to be taken into consideration; how many injured were there, how did it effect the sortie schedule, who had to be held back and who sent out to counter-attack; all manner of questions which could normally be weighed evenly.
But for the Commander, it was no easy task. With well over a hundred ships at his disposal he had to manage each one, taking into consideration their equipment, their current combat capability, prior engagements or how well they'd fare if the Sirens suddenly changed tactics – all of it was a massive headache just to think about, let alone to try and plan around. Yet he did so because there was no-one else who could or would take up the role. They may be his sword and shield, but he was the body that coordinated them into something useful. Without him, they were destined to sit and rust, useless without direction.
It was with that thought that Theseus watched the Commander from the corner of her eye, patiently following a step behind him as he toured yet another crater just by the fountain; scribbling it down on his clipboard – a clipboard chock-full of notes – before letting a frowning Memphis lead him over to the next crater. All would need to be refilled and reseeded, she noted. After they had been cleared by the Destroyers that were currently scanning the ground for any unexploded ordnance, that is.
''Alright, alright...'' The Commander sighed ho himself. ''I think that's all, right?''
''Yes.'' Memphis bobbed her head, flashing Theseus a quick smile. ''I'll be on my way now then. Stay safe Commander.''
''You too Memphis.'' He managed a smile for her, waving her off.
The pink-haired cruiser hurried off, no doubt having some important task of her own, but Theseus's attention was entirely on her Commander. ''Perhaps you should take a rest now, you're looking awfully haggard, o' Guardian of the Port.''
The Commander glanced over at her and smiled. ''I'm fine, Theseus. Work isn't over yet.''
She opened her mouth to speak but was cut short as King George V strode over. ''Commander! Any status on the shell delivery to the docks?''
''It'll be a bit longer George. Sirens are making it hard for the convoys; we've already lost two.'' The Commander sighed. ''It'll be another few hours. A day at most.''
''We can't fight in these conditions.'' She warned. ''Lest me and my sisters head out into battle and run dry of ammo.''
''I'm aware-''
He was cut off as Jervis approached, politely side-stepping King George V to speak. ''Medical supplies are low. Please requisition more from the local hospitals.''
The Commander's gaze focused on her. ''Anything urgent?''
''Nothing Vestal isn't able to treat.''
''Then you'll have to make do with what you have now; local hospitals are overburdened as it is. I already called.'' The Commander answered, waving her and George off.
However the two had barely started walking away before U-81 ran up. ''Uh, problem!''
''What is it U-81?'' He pinched his nose, massaging away an incoming headache. ''Need more torpedoes?''
''Yeah, me and U-556 just came back but we ran dry. Took down a couple capital ships though!'' U-81 grinned. ''Slowed their fleet down enough for that Victorious lady to bomb 'em.''
''Good work.'' He gave her a smile, though it was made somewhat strained by fatigue. ''I'll see what I can do about torpedoes, but don't expect much; convoys aren't coming through easily.''
''Got it~!''
And just like that the Submarine ran off, no doubt about to grab something to eat after her successful raiding mission.
Theseus watched from the sidelines, politely quiet but speaking the moment they were alone. ''Where to now?''
''Hm? Ah... the office.'' He nodded in the direction of it and handed her his notes. '''Carry these for me.''
''As you wish~''
The two made their way across the crater-laden courtyard and back inside, the distant sounds of shellfire still present as their comrades duked it out with the Sirens. They were winning steadily, but the problem with the Sirens was never that they were too powerful, not their regular ships anyway. The problem was that they seemed to have no end to them and, as such, could relentlessly assault their fleets and wear them down. It was only after many hundred ships were destroyed that their attacks ever actually waned, but there was no telling when they'd start back up again, if they did at all.
The ground floor of the command building was as busy as it was outside, if not more so as various high-ranking Ship-Girls – ranking done by influence rather than actual rank – marshalled resources and helped coordinate the smaller issues around the base that didn't require his approval, such as construction and so forth. As he passed the Commander took the notes back off of Theseus and handed the top few over to a passing Belfast, who glanced over them once before bowing her thanks, heading back over to Newcastle and Edinburgh to continue organising things.
Mercifully the upstairs was much quieter, and as she walked Theseus could see the Commander's shoulder slacken at the knowledge, his movements growing a tad more sluggish. Concern burned in her heart but she held her tongue for now, waiting until the two walked into his office before finally speaking her mind.
''Perhaps you should rest.'' She confessed. ''You look like you need it.''
He let out a short, humourless laugh. ''We all want rest Theseus. Doesn't mean we get it. And I can't rest yet.''
''At this rate you'll only end up in the hospital.'' The newest Royal Navy carrier continued to plead her case, following him to her desk. ''Imagine how Vestal will react if you turn up at her tent having a seizure or something!''
Her voice rose to a soft, impassioned pitch, but the Commander just looked over at her with a smile. ''I know the risks-''
''-then you should know when to stop.'' Theseus finished for him, chewing on her buttom lip. ''Forgive me, I know I'm still new around here Commander, but please listen to me – you need to stop and rest. Please.''
He didn't comply but he didn't brush her off either, his brows drawn together before he looked aside, unsure of how to respond. Theseus capitalised on that and chose a slightly different angle as she spoke.
''Why don't we finish the work we have now then, if you're that worried about it?'' Theseus insisted. ''The ammunition for the others and the medical supplies for Jervis. Once those are done and out of the way we take a break – anything else can be handled by Belfast and the others until your break is over.''
A long pause.
''...fine.'' He eventually sighed, smiling at her. ''Just this once.''
Theseus's smile was nothing short of brilliant.
X-x-X
Within the hour they had finished writing out the various requisition forms and radioing it in to the convoys or HQ.
''Alright.'' He sighed, putting his pen down. ''I'm done now.''
Theseus smiled and rose from her own desk, handing over her set of documents and letting him thump it against the hard wood of his desk before setting it aside. At her gesture he rose from his seat and she took him by the hand, whisking him out of the office and downstairs – but rather than take the front route past everyone else she led him around to the back and sneaked away with him in tow, heading for the dorms.
It wasn't a far walk, and everyone was so busy repairing the base or coordinating efforts that nobody noticed them enter the dorms, nor was there even a single soul inside. The Commander unconsciously relaxed at that she noticed; her expression softening. She understood that he didn't want to appear weak or lazy in front of his subordinates, especially not when they were out there fighting the Sirens even this very second, but she could see he needed the rest, badly.
''Where are we going?'' The Commander soon murmured as she led him up the stairs to the third floor.
''My room. Nobody will think to look for you there.'' Theseus chimed back, tone light and chipper as she neared her room.
A twist of her key popped the door open, revealing a standard-issue dormitory bedroom, square in shape and with deep blue walls and paler blue carpets. It wasn't much and she'd only been around for a few months at this point, and had only a modest number of memorabilia scattered around the room – some pictures there, a plant over in the corner that she watered daily, some cute stuffed animals gifted to her by some of her patients; little things that added some colour to her quarters, aided by the open window that cast a gloomy streak of light into the room.
Releasing the Commander's hand she moved over and shut said window, cutting off the crisp breeze and calming the fluttering curtains. ''There.''
The busty carrier turned to face the Commander with a firm expression, one that lasted all of a few seconds before melting into something much softer. Wordlessly she sat down on the edge of her bed and petted the space next to her, prompting him to hesitantly sit with her, his body tense as she snaked her arms around him-
-and then pulled his cheek against her bust.
Silently the Commander's face grew red; unable to not notice how big and soft her chest was, every slow breath gently brushing her boobs against his cheek – but any such thoughts took a back-seat as Theseus spoke.
''You're so stressed, Commander.'' Theseus murmured almost mournfully. ''What troubles you so?''
The Commander hesitated, a 'it's nothing' dying on his tongue as he saw the look on her face; the downturned brows, the pursing of her lips, the way she looked so sad at the fact he was working constantly. It was a stark contrast to the chipper carrier who led him into the room, and for a moment he had to wonder whether she'd been hiding this side of her the whole time or it was only now that it surfaced. Faced with such an expression, his resistance died in moments.
''...I'm just worried about everything, I suppose.'' He finally admitted with a sigh. ''I meant what I said earlier; if we could rest we would. The girls out on the water, currently fighting the Sirens... the ones spending countless hours directing traffic at the base, unloading supplies and ammo even when under an air assault... in contrast all I'm doing is staring at documents, making calls over the radio and telling people what to do – how can I take a break when I'm doing so little in comparison?''
''Because you're only human.'' Theseus said softly, petting his head. ''You need to take a break every now and again, if not for yourself then for the others. They'll only worry about you more if you overwork yourself, you know?''
He sighed deeply. ''I know, but still...''
''But still nothing.'' Theseus chastised, though her tone was soft. ''If something was to happen to you everyone would be worried about it, myself included. We understand you want to help us, we do, but not if it means making yourself unwell in the process. You said something like that to Jervis, didn't you? 'You'll just have to make do'?. That's what we'll do if you need to take a break; we'll make do.''
The Commander had no comeback to that, just shutting his eyes. The softness of Theseus's chest almost lured him asleep but he resisted the allure, opting to sit upright instead. The carrier didn't stop him but gave him a frown he couldn't help but find cute, bringing a light smile to his face. Wordlessly he reached over and stroked her cheek, tucking some pink hair from her face and just admiring how pretty her bright blue eyes looked, reminding him fondly of clear summer days.
Realising he was staring he quickly looked away, flustered, but Theseus just let out a pretty giggle and pulled him back in. He didn't resist her hold and privately enjoyed feeling her chest against his cheek, the warmth of her skin and gentleness of her hold soothing in a way that was hard to describe... but the feeling of her tits also got his blood rushing south. Something that prompted him to shift to try and hide, subtly tugging on his tight dress pants... and only served to highlight his 'problem' to Theseus.
''Oh.'' The sound she made wasn't quite shock, but the surprise was undeniable – along with a healthy dose of embarrassment.
''S-Sorry.'' The Commander apologised sheepishly.
Theseus gave a sheepish smile of her own in return. ''I-It's alright. But, um...''
The carrier tucked some hair from her face, suddenly demure... before she put an offer on the table.
''I could help you with it, if you'd let me...?''
A beat passed between them. The Commander swallowed the embarrassment that crept up his throat, the temptation to just say yes so overpoweringly strong that he almost did so right away – but he resisted. He and Theseus were close, yes, but still just friends, no closer than he and Hornet or he and Baltimore were. Yet even as he entertained that thought his eyes drifted down to her chest of their own volition, wondering what it would feel like to hold such large, soft-looking tits – and how Theseus would look under all those clothes. The thought made him gulp.
Rather than ask again Theseus did so by gently laying her left hand on his crotch, her touch light enough that he could brush it aside with a hand, giving him the option of refusing to drawing a line in the sand, that he wasn't willing to go this far with a subordinate. But he didn't, his tongue held even as he tried to will himself to say no... but he couldn't. Maybe it was the accumulated stress, maybe it was months worth of untreated lust and wants, or maybe it was just simple arousal that compelled him to let her continue.
Whatever the reason he laid his hand over hers, stroking it. ''Keep it a secret?''
''Of course.'' Theseus said with a gentle smile, her cheeks warming. ''Um... should we start with a kiss...?''
The Commander made a sound only vaguely like a yes; leaning in and prompting Theseus to meet him halfway, her lips gently meshing with his own. It was a slow sort of kiss, hesitant even, their mutual inexperience evident but only granting them some confidence knowing that the other was as unsure as they were. It was with that confidence that Theseus pinched his zipper and pulled it down, the low buzz permeating the air for several moments until she fished inside; tugging his cock out several seconds later.
Her lithe fingers curled around it more properly and she started to stroke it, instantly eliciting a soft groan from the Commander. Her hand felt good. Soft, slim, yet with a dexterity and sensuality he hadn't expected, her thumb grazing the head as she stroked and soon rubbing it more purposefully. It took a conscious effort to restrain a moan as ticklish pleasure seized down his cock, simmering along his nerves and prompting him to snake his left arm around her, his hand coming to settle over her left breast.
''Ah...'' Theseus looked surprised for a split-second, then smiled more sheepishly, relaxing once more.
Taking that as permission the Commander groped her through her dress, Whether she was wearing a bra or not under it he couldn't tell but her dress was thick, though it did little to hide the plump shape of her tit to his palm, enticing him to grope her more. Their lips met in another kiss in the meantime, muffling their shared moans as she continued giving him a handjob, her movements gaining a bit of speed and her wrist moving at a slight angle, stroking up his cock more earnestly. The way her thumb and index finger formed a snug ring around his shaft was particularly pleasurable as it ran up-and-down his length, the motions easily melting his resistance into nothing.
Breaking off the kiss Theseus smiled at him for a second before peeking down at his cock, her pink cheeks reddening with embarrassment, before out of her own volition she shifted onto her side. He understood what she was planned and shivered in anticipation at the thought; leaning back on one arm and watching with rapt attention as the pink-haired carrier leaned down, her warm breath tickling his cock. Her lips grazed the head a second later, kissing just next to the tip before she planted another kiss immediately after, teasing a groan out of him and threatening to make the sound escalate into something more scandalous.
''Mn, Theseus...'' The Commander breathed shakily.
''Just tell me if you want me to stop, Commander.'' Theseus gently said.
And then without missing a beat she took the head between her lips. The Commander gasped, then grunted; gripping the sheets behind him as he felt himself sink between those slim, pink lips – intimately aware of how those same lips slid deeper down his cock. He put his hand on her head out of reflex, exhaling through his nose and with his jaw locked tight, every second pleasurable as she accepted more and more of him into her mouth.
Until soon over half of his dick was inside and she sucked back up to the head. Her lips remained pursed just under the head and her tongue lashed out across the tip, slithering along it in curling licks that felt so good he could barely think straight – nothing but the hot jolts of pleasure mattering in that instant. Her tongue soon retreated and her lips caressed his cock as she went down on him once more, humming a light, curious tune as she slurped her way back up, spit caught between her lips and his cock to make for a wet, slippery suck.
''Ah... mn...'' The Commander grunted under his breath. ''That's it... you're doing- mn... doing good.''
Theseus popped her lips off of his cock, stroking him with her hand as she smiled up at him. ''Thank you~''
And then he was back in her mouth again. The Commander ran his fingers through her hair and let his eyes wander down her form. Though her dress hid much of her form her breasts were squished under her against his thigh, one strap curving away from her skin and leaving a marvellous amount of cleavage on display, his cock throbbing from the mere sight. He tried to avert his eyes but in doing so all it resulted in was him looking into Theseus's eyes as she blew him, a mixture of embarrassment, curiosity and earnest delight in her eyes.
It was because of that curiosity that she noticed his wandering gaze, understanding blossoming in her eyes. A second later Theseus popped her lips off of his cock and shifted onto the floor in front of him, her rosy cheeks giving her a cuter, almost demure aura as she got between his legs. The crossed straps of her dress came loose after a few moments and she pulled the front of her dress down without missing a beat, revealing her large breasts in full; ample in size and marshmallowy in softness.
Cupping her breasts Theseus sat up, brought them together with his cock between them – and the Commander moaned through pursed lips as she started sliding them along his cock, giving him a titfuck.
''Ahh, fuck...'' He swore softly.
''Language.'' Theseus chastised, though her expression remained demure. ''Does it... feel that good?''
''Yeah.'' He petted her head, his eyes drifting up towards the ceiling until he consciously looked back down, unable to not look when Theseus was servicing his cock.
The carrier blushed at his lustful stare and offered a shy smile back, leaning down a moment later and earnestly licking the tip of his dick. It poked out from her cleavage repeatedly, every stroke of her tongue grazing along it before it disappeared back into her soft, warm valley, her tits squishing and pushing against his cock in uneven motions befitting of someone as inexperienced as Theseus. Yet that inexperience only made it more pleasurable for the Commander; groans forced up his throat endlessly as she licked, sucked and slurped on the head whilst the shaft was embraced by her bountiful chest, her tits pushing against his groin and inner-thighs as well thanks to their large size.
''Ah... I'm close.'' He breathed out a warning, need pulsing up his cock.
Either Theseus didn't hear him or chose to keep going as the carrier didn't slow down; sucking and rubbing his cock faster if anything. The Commander tried to endure; sucking in short, hurried breaths in some feeble attempt at delaying his own orgasm even as tingling need spread up his shaft in waves, each one more intense than the last until the surge was nigh-unstoppable. And as Theseus lapped at the tip once more, suddenly resisting became impossible.
''Thes-!''
His throat closed up and he jerked his chin down into his collarbone, gasping sharply – and Theseus let out a squeak as hot ropes of cum erupted from her cleavage, hitting her chin and lips. She jerked her head back in time to avoid the rest; spurts of white arcing up and splattering across the top of her heaving breasts and the tip soon disappearing between them, shooting his hot load between her breasts as she kept moving them, unintentionally squeezing out more of his load with every rub or squish.
Gradually the intense peak waned and with a staggered groan the Commander gradually relaxed, his muscles relaxing until he was barely propping himself up on his elbows. His eyes never left Theseus though, allowing him to not only feel but also see her lips encompass the head of his cock as she sucked it clean, taking him nearly all the way down before slurping back up and off of the tip, cleaning his cock of cum in a single fluid motion.
''Mm...'' Putting one hand to her lips Theseus audibly swallowed twice, then exhaled. ''Hah... it's really quite thick...''
He shuddered at her words and murmured out something half-coherent, but lust had taken over now – and the sight of the pink-haired carrier with her tits out was nearly enough to make him go wild. It was only the reminder that they weren't involved, that this was probably a one-time thing, that gave him pause; not wanting to scare her off or make her uncomfortable. Whether Theseus noticed that or not he wasn't sure, but she smiled kindly at him all the same.
''Theseus...'' He dared to try his luck. ''Could we... go further?''
The implication wasn't lost on the carrier – she was gentle-hearted, not stupid. A mighty rosy blush coloured her face and she immediately looked away, the silence lasting only a few moments yet feeling like so much longer. When she returned her gaze to his own though he found a tentative sort of warmth to it, a hesitant affection that was gradually becoming more prominent in her sky-blue eyes by the second.
''Mm.'' Was all she said; a light hum accompanying her smile as she rose to her feet and sat with him, shuffling past him on the bed.
He gave her a moment; undoing his own belt and getting both his pants and his boxers off and on the floor. Only then did he turn around to face his partner and was treated to the sight of Theseus laid back on the bed, head propped up by the white pillows and her dress hiked up around her stomach, exposing her lacy white underwear and smooth inner-thighs that met her snow-white thigh-highs. The sight attracted him easily and before he knew it he was shuffling over to her, closing her legs long enough to pull her panties off before pushing them back open and getting between them, admiring her smooth folds as he pressed his girth against them.
Theseus gave a whimper of both nervousness and anticipation, the two emotions twisting and tumbling in her tone; prompting him to lean down and kiss her. Almost immediately she relaxed back against the bed, a softer sort of whimper escaping her as she reciprocated with open affection, her arms slowly winding their way around his shoulders and down part of his back, pulling him down into her loving embrace.
Reaching between their bodies he guided his cock into position without breaking the kiss, the head nuzzling her soft flesh before sliding along her slit, missing the hole a couple times – until at last, he got it in.
A slow thrust pushed him inside her molten warmth, a groan of pleasure reverberating up the Commander's throat. She was wetter than he'd expected, her insides slippery yet unimaginably hot as they gripped his dick, the hint of resistance he felt encouraging some primal part of him to push in deeper, burying his length inside the carrier. Theseus moaned into the kiss and dug her nails into his back but didn't tell him to stop, simply holding him for support as he gradually stuffed his meat in her, their bodies as flush as could be.
Until eventually he was buried up to the hilt in her. The feeling made his loins ache with satisfaction; a primal sort of delight that left him groaning into the kiss. Drawing his lips away from her own he checked her expression, relieved when he found no agony or tears but only a pinched expression, clearly uncomfortable but not terribly so. Upon meeting his eyes Theseus gave a slight, tight smile and pulled him down by his name, their lips meeting once more only in a slower, deeper kiss.
How long it lasted, he didn't know.
Only when they drew apart did Theseus finally speak. ''You may move now, o' Guardian of the Port.''
The Commander let a light chuckle slip past his lips – one that deepened into a groan as he started to pull back. Her pussy clamped lovingly around his cock, the snug squeeze immediately making him bury himself back inside of Theseus, filling her completely. The carrier moaned and lifted her back off of the bed, the stiff arch tempting him to slide an arm under it, keeping her propped up as he started to thrust into her in earnest.
Lifting his left hand up he grabbed a greedy handful of her right tit, admiring how plump it felt in his hand and how it jiggled as he bucked his hips, burying himself deep within the carrier. The whimper budding on Theseus's tongue soon escalated into a needy mewl, her pussy pressing down on his shaft and purging his mind of all rational thought, the stress that had been burdening him evaporating as he just busied himself with pounding the carrier raw.
''A-Ahn, Commander~'' Theseus moaned out, arching her back briefly before flopping back against the bed, exhaling a sweet whine.
The Commander found himself loving such erotic noises. Moving his hands up he caught her wrists and pinned them to the bed, claiming her lips a split-second later and devouring Theseus's moan as he began to truly pound her – burying himself up to the hilt in her with loud, fleshy smacks, the noise ringing in his ears. The threat of someone overhearing and coming to investigate was worryingly high but he consciously pushed such thoughts from his mind; a task made much easier when her pussy was gripping him so very snugly.
Breaking off the kiss he went down and pushed his face into her tits, kissing them hungrily and marking the tops with multiple hickeys, earning a soft, startled gasp from his lover – but he was too deep in his lust now to stop. Trailing quick kisses up her neck the Commander buried his face into it, inhaling her perfumed scent as it mixed with sweat, one of her hands weaselling out of his grip to clutch at the back of his head and hold him there. He groaned against her kiss, struggling to plant more kisses there as he felt pleasure surge up his cock in waves, each thrust rougher and more impassioned than the last.
''Theseus, sorry, I can't...'' He groaned into her neck, pulling back to look her in the eye.
The carrier blushed under his gaze, pink hair splayed out across the sheets as he pistoned into her with increasing desperation, his orgasm drawing so very near. Yet rather than tell him to pull out Theseus instead snaked her hands down to his hips and yanked him in more, moans of her own spilling from her slim pink lips; the sight so enticing he immediately darted in and kissed her, muffling their mutual moans as he railed her raw.
Until inevitably, his end arrived.
''Hn-!''
Theseus spasmed under him, lower back lifting off of the sheets and a cry fleeing her throat as he came inside of her – thick ropes of heat splashing across her walls and his cock-head nuzzling up against her cervix, spurting plentiful amounts of semen inside her womanhood. Her insides seized and squeezed but her own orgasm was just a few steps too far away, leaving her locked on the precipice of bliss.
Until the Commander got a sudden second wind, leaning more upright and holding her hips before ploughing the carrier hard. Theseus let out a startled squeal and clasped both hands over her mouth, crystalline eyes wide before scrunching them shut – and with a strangled sound she climaxed too, jerks rippling through her body and a staggered, breathless moan working its way out of her throat, her voice so salacious it left his cock twitching with excitement.
''Mn... ah, oh goodness...'' Theseus soon managed to whine out, tilting her head one way only to toss it the other; fidgeting in her dazed state. ''Oh Commander, it's... myn~''
The Commander couldn't help but find her noises endearing; a smile quirking at his lips as she slowly pulled his cock out. Her insides clung possessively to his cock but he tugged it out regardless, unable to stifle his moan of lust as it sprung forth from her glistening petals and allowed a steady stream of cum to drool out of her, drawing a thin line down her ass until it reached the bed. He watched it for only a second before turning his attention onto his partner, soaking in every detail of her half-naked state.
Until soon he craved more. Without a word he grasped Theseus by the hips and turned the busty woman over, earning a submissive mewl from his partner as she obeyed, shuffling a little further onto the bed and getting on her hands and knees without needing any further prompting. Her skirt hid the juicy details for but a moment before he hiked it up, exposing her glistening slit and rubbing his cock-head along it, the receptive warmth of her loins tempting the tip in; the shaft soon following.
''Ah- ohh~'' Theseus moaned with a note of relief. ''It's inside~''
The Commander smiled tightly and grasped her hips, adjusting his hold several times until his index fingers were tucked in and only then started to move, pulling out to the tip before smoothly sliding himself back between her folds. Theseus moaned in unison with him as they became one, his length filling her to the brim and causing some of his previous load to dribble out around his shaft; his steady thrusts causing it all to spill out as he made room for the next creampie he was going to give her.
Just thinking about it turned him on, a low, rumbling groan escaping the Commander's throat as he picked up speed, thrusting himself into her gripping heat and feeling her push herself back to meet him, taking his cock happily. In response he hiked her dress up more and yanked it down until it was bundled around her stomach, exposing plenty of creamy skin for him to run his hands over and admire, his hands inevitably coming around to grope at her large tits once more.
''You really like my chest, h-huh Commander...?'' Theseus breathed out, a moan soon following.
''Yeah.'' He grunted back, unashamed to admit it in the heat of the moment. ''Can't get enough.''
Anything Theseus wanted to say in response melted as he suddenly pulled out, the absence of his cock leaving Theseus quivering for attention – and a yelp fled her lips as he pulled one leg out from under her, twisting her around to face him once more. Hands on her hips pulled her down the length of the bed towards him and he flashed her a smirk, one that looked so fitting on his face that the carrier could only avert her eyes and blush, suddenly feeling bashful.
Shifting his hands around to her ass the Commander hauled her up, carrying her – and with a low groan he guided himself back inside her drooling heat. He slipped in easily and wasted no time bouncing the busty carrier onto his cock, instantly fucking a mewl out of Theseus; many more soon following as he found his rhythm and eagerly dropped her onto his erect cock, her insides parting for his shaft as it was buried deep within her.
''D-Doing it like this...'' Theseus panted out, gazing at his lips for a long few moments.
Something that enticed the Commander to lean in, mashing their mouths together. Theseus moaned submissively into it and replied by snaking her arms around his neck, pushing her bust against his collarbone as he continued to bounce her onto his cock – slow, purposeful steps carrying them both of them over to the nearest wall and allowing him to push her up against it, groaning into her mouth as he ruthlessly ploughed her against it.
Breaking off the kiss he buried his face down in her chest, kissing down into her cleavage and eliciting a quivering moan from his lover, her hands roaming over his shoulders and her legs wrapping tightly around his waist; heels pressing down on his ass and encouraging him to pull her all the way down his shaft. Both of them were already drawing close and knew it; his movements becoming rougher and more hurried whilst her nails pricked at his skin and held him close, moans turning into soft cries of pleasure as he railed her.
''A-Ah, yes, C-Commander...!''
The Commander shuddered, heat aching up his cock, his muscles growing taut – and then with a sharp exhale of air he slammed inside of her and came. Theseus wailed, the sound cutting off as he kissed her and squished her between him and the wall, his body flush against her own as he poured his warmth into her womb – throb after throb of his cock shooting his load deep inside of her. She wrung him dry for as much of it as she could get, slick insides caressing his cock on all sides and allowing only a thin dribble to make its way down the underside of his cock, dripping off and hitting the carpet under them as he thoroughly filled her up.
Then with a groan he pulled out. Theseus jolted at the sudden absence inside her, her thighs trying to close but unable to with him in the way – having to wait a few moments before he lowered her onto the carpet. Though she got her footing just fine his hands didn't leave her ass, nor did his lips stray from hers as he drew out the kiss, drawing back only long enough to catch a breath before immediately kissing her once more.
Gradually the two drew away from the heated make-out session, panting and flushed in the face but undeniably satisfied after such a frenzied romp.
Taking his arm Theseus led him back to the bed, allowing both to plop themselves down on the edge, breathing heavily. ''Do you feel better now, Commander...?''
The Commander hummed and eased himself back onto the bed, just gazing at the ceiling for a second.
Then a slight smile curled at his lips as his gaze shifted over to her. ''Mm. Thanks, Theseus.''
Her gaze softened, left hand laying over his right. ''It was a pleasure.''
''Literally.'' He quipped.
Theseus blushed a light pink at that but didn't stop the giggle from escaping her lips.
In the coming weeks, whenever work piled on him and overworking became a problem, Theseus would lure him back to her room for some private stress relief, their bond growing deeper each time.
Because he knew that no matter how hard the days became, nor how restless his nights were, there would always be a constant in his life.
Theseus. Ready and waiting to grant him reprieve, and give him her love.
[END]