Kotone can only take so much...

Okay, so the admiral was pretty big. Sovereign was warned of that beforehand.

Theory and practice were worlds apart… as vast as the world of space that existed between Sovereign’s awestruck face, and that enormous dick throbbing in the warm bedroom air.

I’ve never even seen one this big. Strike that, have I ever seen a penis in person…?

The wisdom of Inty’s not-so-thin stash of thin books flew right out of Sovereign’s brain at the moment she needed it most. No plan survives contact with the enemy, which was why soldiers were extensively trained, so that training became second nature. Just like breathing.

Sovereign’s overbearing sister had made sure to impress upon her certain lessons. How to handle Kotone Watanabe, and ensure she was docile and compliant.

“Huh? Is that it?” Sovereign scoffed. “After the horror stories, I was expecting something more. Some of the guys at the other bases… Nevermind.”

She pointed at Kotone’s bed, and the nerd obeyed without question.

Okay. Just like Inty taught me. Keep up a big attitude, and it doesn’t matter how intimidated you feel. Fake it ‘till you make it!

“I’m glad you know how to follow instructions, ‘Admiral’,” Sovereign said, as she shed clothing and applied plenty of lotion to her breasts. “I want to show my gratitude, but don’t take it for granted. You’re a lucky girl to even have anyone want to touch… that. Much less more than one.”

Sovereign was so focused on alleviating her own worries, she didn’t consider how far she should go, or what might happen if she went over the line.

Human beings could only be pushed so far. Kotone had already been plenty pushed.

Something was off in the way she reacted to the smothering, overwhelming paizuri of Sovereign’s massive breasts. Kotone looked like she was trying to hold back or control herself, and she cast her fetching violet eyes aside, refusing to meet Sovereign’s questioning gaze.

“So how’s that?” Sovereign asked as boastfully as she could manage, projecting her voice up a pitch. “This is why you’re here, Admiral. Not because of any 'talent', Command just knew this dick was a great resource to take advantage of.”

“I guess that’s true…”

In a way, that was more bothersome than an explosion of anger. Sovereign was shoving her over and over, and not just literally with the smooth, repetitive motions of her amateur paizuri. She was pushing for a reaction, and while Kotone’s body yielded a host of cute responses, Kotone herself wasn’t fighting back.

However, Sovereign wasn’t like any of the other ships on post.

She had, through the ramblings of her insane former commander, a window directly into Kotone Watanabe’s past at the Imperial Academy.

“Fujimori was right, you look impressive down here… but that’s all you’ve got. It’s amazing your family was even able to afford to make you an admiral, with the way your dad’s gambling debts are going.”

Sovereign knew it was a mistake the moment the words left her lips.

She’d never been good about controlling her mouth.

What she hadn’t expected was the immediacy of Kotone’s response.

In an instant, Sovereign was flat on her back on the bed, staring up into the hardwood burnished ceiling… and into the bright-red glaring face of this supposedly helpless nerd. Whose purple stare had hardened almost as much as the massive, bare, lotion-slick shaft now looming between them. Running a good length right up Sovereign’s stomach, when laid out like that, illustrating just how much Watanabe had to work with. Making it clear how tough she’d be to handle.

A jolt of fear and arousal intertwined coursed through Sovereign, who was being folded in half. Her knees reached up to her shoulders, pushed and held there firmly by a stamen’s strength despite instinctive attempts to squirm.

“You sure know how to run y-your mouth, just like your big sister,” Watanabe growled. “I’m… sick of it. You’re already wet from looking at m-me, and being held like this is making it worse, so there’s no need to hold back...”

“A-Admiral?” Sovereign never got much of a chance to suggest they both calm down. They were swept up in a hurricane, and in a second, the white-haired bitchy cruiser’s protests died in her throat.

Replaced by a high-pitched moan of shock, as her pussy, well used to other sensations but completely unfamiliar with a cock, got introduced.

Via the most powerful, brutally primal sensation. Being penetrated.

Watanabe’s hips were pistons, driving that huge dick so deep in a single long stroke. Not all the way to the hilt; there was so much to go, and Sovereign was inexperienced. She didn’t know how to take it, and her body hadn’t been properly trained down there… but there would be plenty of time to fix that.

The transformation was so stark, the contrast from everything she’d seen so far so profound, Sovereign had as little defense against that smoldering, determined stare, as she did Admiral Watanabe’s pounding thrusts.

A huge, throbbing shaft needed plenty of room down there, and **** Sovereign’s boiling-warm interior walls, squeezing so tightly and desperately, to accommodate that girth through sheer determination.

Such forceful strokes were a little painful, and **** the air from her as thick, meaty slapping filled the bedroom. Yet Sovereign couldn’t help but moan in ecstasy, and hold on tight to the woman demolishing her.

Something primitive and core to her was utterly delighted by this. Though she’d never find the words to express this in the heat of the moment, while being claimed and made finally into an admiral’s woman the right way… it was undeniable.

This was what she was made for, as surely as the raging war outside.

Though of course, that feeling had to compete for space, and space was precious limited inside Sovereign at the moment. Everything, feelings, fear, worries for the future, and dark memories of the past, were all being pounded out to make room for that enormous dick.

There wasn’t space for anything that didn’t involve her being fucking impaled by Kotone Watanabe.

“A-Admiral! You’re… going so hard! Y-You’re gonna… break me!”

Watanabe scoffed. “T-T-That’s the idea, you s-stuck-up bitch.”

That, combined with being hilted a moment later and taking Watanabe’s full, brutal length in one stroke, destroyed what was left of Sovereign's bratty resistance. Her self-control completely collapsed; being pinned and bred in such a manner left her **** but to indulge in the pure, honest pleasures of being a woman.

She came well before Admiral Watanabe even tensed up to deliver that enormous load, deep inside.

Though Watanabe most assuredly did, and she didn’t stop pumping seed into Sovereign for any purpose. No protection, no limits, no modesty. No consideration. Nothing except the most basic and feral of living instincts, life seeking to create new life in as great a volume as possible.

Sovereign didn’t know about anything like variable potency, so she had to presume, given how much was being poured inside, and how thick it was, she really was being bred. She wouldn’t find function as a warship anymore, but instead…

Maybe that was a bit much, but they were both being swept away into a whole new world, together, transported by Watanabe finally snapping.

Finally giving this busty, bratty girl what she needed.

To be dicked down by a true alpha, a real superior. Not some abusive monster, but one who knew exactly how to seize control, how to keep it, and how to use it to drive them both fucking absolutely wild.

Then, for good measure, cuddling deeply into her on the bed after their long orgasms were finally ridden out to conclusion. After that heady moment of hormones and pheromones and mating presses had finally passed, and they lay gasping, intertwined, messy, sweaty, and sticky…

Kotone reverted back into a timid tall mouse of a woman.

“I…. I can’t believe I just did that… oh my gosh… Sovvy, are you… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… I just…”

Sovereign giggled, though it hurt to do that, or much of anything, as she’d been broken in half. It was the relatively pleasant kind of broken-in-half, though, for it had revealed something deeper.

Buried deep through a lifetime of learning and decency, sure, but there it was.

A glimmer of gold on the ocean floor.