Fuck the boat, as nature intends.

Though this wasn’t technically Sovereign’s first, it was the first she cared to acknowledge, and that was all the Admiral needed to know.

That, and a whispered, whimpering, “Please be gentle, you’re massive.”

Much as Kotone loved to hear such things out of a pretty girl’s mouth, she was hardly some conquering beast. The mere sensation between those thighs had been enough to flood her mind and block out rational thoughts. As she now finally learned, after nearly twenty lonely years on Autumn, nothing compared to burying herself inside a lover.

Slow and steady, as requested. Not that there was any other way to press the swollen head of her cock into Sovereign’s tight, tiny slit. Such resistance in spite of the wetness down there, which was assuredly not all from the bath.

From how the bratty girl clenched up and hugged her, it felt like Kotone would be locked in place, squeezed by the endless waves of boiling-hot pressure inside. The pulsing of Sovereign’s walls synchronized up with the pleasurable throbbing of Kotone’s cock, that rhythm connecting them as much as the girlish, cute noises spilling out of their kiss.

With Kotone’s girth, she was wedging open just enough space inside, slowly but steadily opening up Sovereign, helping her relax… or at least reshaping those insides so they’d never forget taking this dick.

“Get at the clit with your hand, and you’ll really drive her crazy.”

Sage advice from Kasumi and Intervention sounded like they were speaking through a tunnel, the way Sovereign and Kotone got lost in each other.

“Make sure to move your hips in long, slow strokes, darling~”

The feel of sliding and pressing together was a comforting warmth draped like a living blanket over Sovereign. The pressure from hugging inside and out, as Kotone pushed deeper, pulling back, thrusting finally to the hilt and burying herself inside a beautiful woman. The noises of their gasping, moaning, the slapping of flesh sounding like gunshots.

Purple eyes met ruby-reds, and with another kiss, Kotone delved deeper, having to take a moment to remember to breathe through her nose. Her lungs being on fire just couldn’t compete with the rush of other sensation; the entire city that was her body was burning down, a blaze that consumed all sense and reason.

Too much of a good thing could turn poisonous, but nobody was complaining.

Time decompressed for these two near-virginal maidens. Seconds stretched, just as surely as Sovereign was being stretched out down below. For both of them, the wash of sensory inputs were simply too much to handle.

Even the feeling of well-manicured, smoothed-off but noticeably long nails running down her back set Kotone off further, knowing it was because Sovereign was thrashing like a wild beast beneath her; one being pinned down by passionate strength drawn from deep inside.

Though if Kasumi and Intervention hadn’t been along to either side, they’d have collapsed into a tangled carnal wreck of limbs and juices much faster.

Sovereign let out an undignified squeal and held even tighter, crushing Kotone.

“I believe she’s cumming around your dick, Admiral,” Kasumi purred into Kotone’s ear, delighting in the helpless twitching and primal mewls of the most prideful ship in squadron. “That’s your signal to release all the pent-up seed in those huge, swollen balls. Or at least a bit~”

“You won’t miss it, given how much you’re making all the time…” Intervention slid down below, and nuzzled those balls, before planting a tender loving kiss. “Fill up my bratty sister and make her yours, Admiral.”

The one part of sex Kotone was a veteran in was cumming buckets, but the vessel she was filling today wasn’t an abused onahole on the verge of breaking, or a busty maid’s endless cleavage. No, she had to pump Sovereign full of so much seed she’d be dripping it out, and forming a lake of her own like the girls had.

Raw, with nothing between them, though as Intervention was quick to remind her, ship girls in active service had a contraceptive spell applied to them automatically. Which was good, considering Kotone’s grasp on variable potency, despite supposedly being an alpha, was very theoretical. She’d never had to do it before now, and as she discovered, her mind blanking out with each thick rope of cum she shot… she just didn’t have the mental power to control herself.

All she could do was cum inside Sovereign, each thick, cake-batter rope of seed filling her to the brink. Not that there was much room, with that massive cock still hilted, still fucking impaling her. The sensation was enough to set another mini-quake going inside the cruiser girl, and she shook, cried, and begged.

“G-G-Gimme more, Admiral~ Shoot it all inside! Tell me I’m yours~”

“S-Sovereign, you’re my woman now.”

“Goddess! Oh, y-yes ma’am!~”

So vocal, so honest. So unlike how they’d started out together. Kasumi and Intervention looked towards the open window, out which these passionate declarations were flowing for the rest of the base to maybe overhear. They agreed silently that was for the best. And snuggled close.

Nothing about this situation deserved to be hidden. Sovereign was a shipgirl, as woman as ship and vice versa. She was made for this as surely as for sailing the seas, and she’d clearly made her decision.

Kotone Watanabe was the woman to command her, in battle and in bed.

“Now, for the most important lesson, class.” Kasumi reached over, putting on Kotone’s fogged-over glasses, and clearing her throat. “Yes, we’ve only now reached the real climax. Cuddling!”

“C-Cuddling?” Kotone, despite having now a pair of cum-soaked sisters hanging off her in a mutual embrace, seemed dazed and confused. Almost like she’d spent so much of her life energy and brainpower on cumming like a firehose, she didn’t know what came next.

Kasumi shot a look of recrimination towards Intervention, who sighed.

“Perhaps I was not as tender as the situation called for. Now that you’re involved with my sister emotionally, I suppose I’ve **** but to follow her even there too. Please take good care of us, Admiral. Don’t let us sink.”

“Do my best,” Kotone assured her, reaching up and patting Intervention’s short white hair. Finding, in the process, that a bit of shampoo had managed to survive that entire ordeal atop Intervention’s head.

Until it had now rubbed off onto Kotone’s fingers, sticky and white, and therefore exceptionally well camouflaged for its environment. They’d really made a mess of this luxurious bathroom, and somebody would have to clean it up.

“Run us some more fresh water, Ensign,” Kotone demanded with a new confidence born of conquest.

Which turned into panic, as she saw the kitsune reach for only one knob.