Bathing together with the Captain.

“That’s not good, Sasha. Men should know when to take the lead!”

A bewildering thing for the Captain to say, considering she was in charge. Looking at the two of them entering the bath in nothing but tiny towels, it was clear which one of them was bigger and stronger. However toned and ripped the Captain was, she still fit snugly against him, head at chest-level.

Yet she was undoubtedly of higher rank, that’s how things worked.

The bath wasn’t hooked up to actual hot springs, despite a naturalistic design that emphasized stone floors and wooden walls. A roaring wood-fired furnace provided heat for the house, and their running water. For two people, there was plenty of room, the bath flanked by stones that dotted the water as well, naturally dividing it into a few areas. The steamy water was nearly opaque before they even sank into it. Lavender incense wafted through, mixing with humid, cleansing steam. Light was provided primarily by paper lanterns perched on those rocks, and flickering candles replacing natural light.

Very handy, as an explosion of sunset smeared clear skies orange-red.

“The Major said the same thing, but she never explained why.”

The Captain looked up at him in exasperation as she dropped her towel. Revealing cute, pert bare breasts, nipples hardening in the cooling air. As well as her steel-cut abs, rising and falling magnificently with each breath. Her thighs, thick with gripping **** and power, rubbed together. She dipped a toe into the water, found it scalding-hot, just as nekomata liked, and dove in.

"Cannonball!"

Splash.

Sasha followed, cradling a bucket of soap and washcloths that would be necessary for operations. Luckily, his automail leg and arm were both waterproofed. The waterline came up to just below his own hard abs and wider, masculine chest. His towel stayed down there, soaking through instantly, and between that and clear water, both of them had great views of each other.

Both of them clearly appreciated that, it was only natural.

While his body made an inverted triangle or V-shape, though he retained a sleek dancer’s physique rather than the aspect of a brick, hers was the opposite, widening the lower one’s eyes were allowed to wander. Until her hips, which could be accurately described as ‘child-bearing’, which was perhaps fitting.

“Explain, huh…? I guess it is kind of tough to put into words. That’s why you’re supposed to figure out what girls are thinking without words!”

Sasha undid his ponytail, letting long white hair flow as he dunked himself beneath the water for just a second. Coming up wet, his ears flapped, sending droplets everywhere. “How can I do that? Is it like the process of predicting the enemy?”

“... Kind of?” The Captain sighed loudly. “I wish everything wasn’t about battles and operations with you, but I guess that’s how you were raised. So yeah, if you want to think of it like ‘yomi’, the theory of mind, game theory, whatever, sure. But don’t reduce your time with a woman to some game, or like a battle!”

Actually washing themselves was something that had become purely autonomic over their twenty-odd years on Autumn. Their conversation took precedence, especially as Sasha was trying to process conflicting instructions.

“How am I supposed to follow such contradictory orders?”

The Captain tossed a towel at his face, which resulted in a fluffy pomf.

“I’m amazed you haven’t figured that out after being in the army for so long! And hey! If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times, they’re not orders… Oh, whatever. Just tell me, what’s better? Making sure the woman enjoys it, or just focusing on yourself?!”

“The former,” Sasha said. “The Major taught me how to pleasure a woman.”

“Oh? Did she~?”

The Captain sat up on the edge of the bath, having applied a layer of soap and then washed it off with a lovely swim in the rapidly-clouding water. Neither of them had a chance for a proper bath in days, just quick showers at layover points along the rail lines. Not to mention working up a healthy, honest sweat with today’s labor.

There was a lot to get off their bodies, and the locally-produced soap products got the job done. It also resulted in countless little bubbles floating through the air, one of which the Captain popped as she sat there, her damp, heavy pink tail sprawled out on the smooth stones.

Her face was red again, a sure sign she was pushing past her comfort zone. Or she was just getting hyperthermia in the bath.

“W-Well then, why don’t you prove it? Even I’m a woman. In fact, this is probably our last chance at privacy before that living bed butts in again. I’ve got to... vet you! Make sure you know how to make women happy! It’s like training.”

Sasha nodded, rising up from the water as well, rivers and lakes running down his muscled figure. “Understood.”

Before the Captain could experience her wave of second thoughts and regrets, Sasha was buried in her thighs, siting in the water and letting her stay above it, legs laying over his broad shoulders. “S-Sasha, that place is…”

If she’d rinsed the soap out, then it was perfectly safe to put his mouth there.

He did so without delay, just like the Major taught him. Leaning into the Captain’s most precious place between her legs, hair spilling out behind him and tickling her thighs, taking in the comforting warmth and heat around his face that replaced the waters of the bath.

She was soft down there, and had a tuft of poorly-trimmed bubblegum-pink hair.

“S-Sasha!”

At his first catlike curious lick, which ran right over the nub of her clit, the Captain let out an even-cuter-than-normal voice, and her legs clamped down on him. Not in the kind of **** hold she’d been trained in, just enough to keep him.

Which was fine. He couldn’t eat her out, and make her scream with pleasure, if his face wasn’t buried in her pussy.

He treated this job with the same intensity and single-minded pursuit as he would any order or objective. He used his tongue like a weapon. To undo her, and prove himself to his new commanding officer. All the while, filling the open-air bath, and the surrounding farmstead, with her moans of sheer pleasure, while feeling her shudder and writhe.

Maybe that’s what the Captain was talking about.

Sensing the vibrations through her muffling thighs, the distant noises, squeaks, and moans rolling up and down her figure. Feeling the way she tensed and untensed, how she moved her hips to try and roll his tongue through as much of her as possible.

He licked and sampled her unique, tangy taste, holding her firmly in place with both natural and artificial arms, grip alternately warm or cold to add a teasing new sensation to the mix. All leading to so much nervous movement.

It was a great way to figure out exactly where to go, what to avoid… soon, Sasha could have a mental map of her insides. He would need to really get in there with something a big longer and harder before he could know anything for sure, of course, and that was the plan soon.

“Sasha! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!”

The Captain came, but that was no reason to stop, or even slow down, even as she doused him in her juices and he had to squeeze his eyes shut.

He was relentless; fast as wind, fierce as fire.

“S-Slow down! Oh my Goddess! I… you’re… nnngh!” When they lost anything approaching coherence and turned into a breathy wreck, that was a good sign.

As ordered, he slowed his pleasurable **** long enough to let her ride out a jittering, spasming orgasm, laying back on the stones and looking up to the sky, gasping for breath. Only when she was sprawled out like that, and the last tremors were dying down, and her blue eyes were as hazy as the steamy air of the baths, did he relent.

Sasha expected that to be that, and to get a passing grade, but the Captain said, “Okay… not, uh, bad… Goddess, when did you last send me a soldier boy who could really eat pussy, or even wanted to…? B-But! That’s not why you’re at this village.”

That’s right. Pleasure is important, but the village needs new members…

“Normally, we couldn’t exactly practice that part…” The Captain giggled. “But my last birth control treatment from the army won’t be wearing off until, say, tomorrow. Should we make the most of it?~”

Sasha got out of the bath, put her over his more meaty shoulder, and carried her to the master bedroom. Dripping wet, and aching hard.

They weren’t so far removed from animals, after all.