Sovereign isn’t going to lose!

The piece of noble garbage who abused Sovereign, Fujimori, was a pistil.

Maybe that was why the bratty heavy cruiser had so little compunction about this. The obvious physical differences let her see this as an entirely ‘new kind’ of sex, with a dick introduced into the proceedings.

However, none of that changed the fact that she had actually no clue what to do about this huge, throbbing monster towering before her.

Kotone herself wasn’t much help in offering guidance; she was too busy covering her beet-red face and wiggling nervously, which just had the effect of waving that massive cock like a menacing weapon.

A brutal bitchbreaker, attached to a docile black sheep.

In other words, a perfect chance!

Anything you can do, Inty, I can do better.

“Take a seat on the bed, Admiral,” Sovereign demanded, as she shed clothing from her usual outfit. The old-style red and black tabard, skirt, and long gauntlets came off bit by bit, falling to the floor. “You’re not gonna last very long when I get going!”

“Oh, good idea,” Kotone nodded, reclining back onto the soft, carefully-made white sheets. She slid over, allowing Sovereign to crawl into bed, wearing nothing more than slinky, lacy black bra and panties.

Which showed off creamy, pale curves up and down. A flat stomach, enormous breasts that hanged low as Sovereign crawled on all fours like a big predator cat. Her wiggling, feminine hips which were more in proportion with the rest of her sleek figure. Long, thin arms and legs that belied their own power.

When Sovereign had done a few practice runs with bananas, it had been tough to even see, once they were engulfed in the endless cleavage, vanishing into breasts and rarely to even be felt.

Especially since generally, the larger the breasts, the lower the sensitivity.

The sticky white stuff deep in her breasts had been trouble to clean out, since even getting in there was tough, like digging in an endless bed-mountain.

That certainly wouldn’t be a problem here. Not only was Kotone huge too, but it was warm, it throbbed… it was so alive, Sovereign was worried about it springing forward to attack her.

Yet now she was the one going on the offensive!

Inty called it an ‘embrace’, and hugging Kotone’s eagerly-awaiting dick with enormous breasts was basically what happened. Arms underneath, setting up a good secure hold, absolutely surrounding the shaft with breasts until Sovereign could hear the admiral’s heartbeat from deep within.

Which gave both of them pleasurable sensations, though to different scales. Kotone just couldn’t handle it, moaning cutely.

It was only then that they realized that Sovereign had forgotten the lotion on the nightstand.

Kotone’s face remained red, her breathing was now far more shallow than after running that mini-marathon. She bucked her hips and arched her back. Yet wasn’t quite a shivering wreck; she’d gone through so much wringing, so much sex done to her, she’d grown at least accustomed to the heart-pounding anticipation and rush.

She smiled. “I’ll reach over and get the lotion bottle.”

“Thanks,” Sovereign said, before she realized the automatic response. “I mean, uh, yeah, you’d better!”

Kotone giggled as she retrieved Intervention’s favorite small bottle, and then offered to squeeze a great generous dollop of cold, sticky gel right in between Sovereign’s vast cleavage.

This wasn’t a terribly dominant performance so far, and both women were losing against the temptation to smile.

Smiles had been noticeably absent from either of their ‘sex lives’, such as the things done to them could even be called sex rather than less charitable terms. Maybe that was why the two of them slipped so easily into it. Little things, the obvious nervousness they shared, their inexperience at taking the lead, their relief at seeing humanoid vulnerability on display in both directions.

Out on the waves, Sovereign was a beast capable of absorbing endless punishment.

In here, though, she was a woman, with a heartbeat, that was beating oh so very fast as she got to work. A paizuri, even an inexperienced one, had to feel good when she had so much goddamn breast to work with.

Kotone sure looked like things were going well; she couldn’t string together a sentence very well, caught up in the rapture of enthusiastic titty-fucking.

“A-Aah! S-Sov… Sovvy… Amazing… keep it up...”

_Uhu. _Normally, only her sister had ‘Sovvy’ privileges, but in the throes of passion, especially when used to praise her, exceptions could be made.

“If you really think so, pat my head and praise me more.”

Once told the importance of these gestures, Kotone didn’t skimp on either of them for the rest of their time together on this bed, busily messing it up. Much as Sovereign didn’t just take Kotone’s words as verbal filler or signs of pleasure, but listened carefully to her feedback.

Much of the feedback was ‘please never stop doing this’, but that was valuable too.

Even leaning forward to engulf the head as it poked out, and add a sloppy slick blowjob to the proceedings, didn’t give Sovereign a whole lot of sensations besides a nasty taste, and a deep, warm feeling of actual satisfaction.

A real kind of pride, to know her breasts and hands and mouth was doing so much to express her quickly-growing feelings.

The wet slurping noises of Sovereign’s sucking coupled with the slapping and squishing of lotion and precum, to give an exceptionally lewd undercurrent to Kotone’s moans.

Sovereign had to be doing something right, for she was soon rewarded with a bountiful load from those ever-swollen balls.

Far too bountiful for such an inexperienced girl to handle; she was gagging and coughing up thick, cake-batter seed in seconds, and spilling it out, letting further pumps and strands and ropes of seed splatter across her.

She tried to swallow, but the strange, strong taste absolutely coated her mouth, and just keeping her airways clear was enough of a struggle.

Feeling a concerned slap, Sovereign’s enormous chest heaved up and down, around Kotone’s mercifully-softening dick. She couldn’t leave this position for a bit, and didn’t want to.

Which also kept them close enough to, once Kotone had her wits somewhat recovered, move in behind her ship. Though her overactive mind was mostly blank, and she was still floating on a cloud of pure, post-coital pleasure… she knew enough to feel something was missing.

Enough to start exploring with bare fingers, dancing down Sovereign’s side to find the neglected cleft between her thighs.

Which sent jolts of both ghostly-remembered pain and urgent, pulsing pleasure shooting up and down Sovereign. It caused her to tense up and squeak in displeasure, which in turn froze Kotone’s single finger that had slipped inside.

Everything up until now had been so alien, so new, it had gone in a different mental box. However, somebody pressing up against her back, reaching down, going there…

Sovereign shivered, abruptly cold in the perfectly clement room.

For just a moment, she was in a different admiral’s bed.

Soft words of concern brought her back. “Sovvy? Are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t… I mean, uh. Should we stop?”

Sovereign pondered that for a good long time, and then huffed in annoyance. “What, before I’ve gotten any satisfaction? Come now, surely you’re not so poor a lover as that! “

Kotone was taken aback by the harshness, before her pleasure-addled brain got the hint, and she grew another warm smile. “Ah, of course. My apologies,_ princess. _I’m too tired to move my hips right now, but I can certainly do… this much.”

From a girl who had experience with other girls? Kotone needed to seriously work on her technique.

Luckily, they had all the time in the world to practice.

In this little chunk of nothing, hidden by rock walls and cliff faces from the rest of Autumn.