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There were few places on the surface the Commander loved more than the beach.
The sun on his face, the sand between his toes, the sound of waves crashing against the shore - all these sensations never failed to bring him a sense of calm. Which is why he was pleasantly surprised to receive approval from the Ark to bring his squad out to the surface for some much-needed recreational fun - beach vacations were few and far between for Counters, so each trip up there felt like an event unto itself.
As he lounged in a desk chair close to the shore, wearing nothing but a pair of black bathing shorts (all the better to work on his tan), he could see a few of them now, out there in the water. Anis was playfully splash-fighting Neon closer to the shore, while Rapi was further out on her surfboard trying to ride a nice wave. Mary was watching them all while standing on the beach, smiling like a proud parent even as she watched to make sure nobody drowned. Guilty was trying and failing to make a successful sandcastle while Maxwell critiqued her form, much to his amusement.
And then, there was the woman who had snuck up behind him, who had now draped her arms over his shoulders while he sunbathed.
“Hey, mister~” Rosanna hummed, pecking him on the cheek. “I’m not interrupting, am I?”
The Commander shifted in his deck chair to get a closer look at her, lowering his sunglasses and returning her signature cocksure smile. “Not at all.”
The notorious criminal Nikke looked absolutely stunning, clad in a black two-piece swimsuit that accentuated her already-gorgeous curves. A pair of garter straps connected her criminally-small bikini top to the silky black thong that hugged her hips, while another set of straps led from the harness between her breasts to a pair of leather cuffs around her wrists. Of course, Rosanna wasn’t ashamed of how risqué her outfit looked in the slightest - on the contrary, she seemed to know exactly what sort of effect she had on the Commander. The lidded gleam of her dark red eyes, her black-and-white hair falling like tresses over her shoulders, the silver bangle that hugged her thigh and the subtle rose tattoo displayed prominently on her hip - all of these were the traits of a true queen of the underworld, a woman with the body of a goddess and the confidence to show it off.
Her smirk grew wider as her eyes followed the Commander’s gaze, reveling in the way he ogled her unashamedly. “You enjoying the view?” she asked, her voice teasing.
“I certainly am now,” he replied, earning a chuckle from the underworld queen. “Nice to see you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Flattering as always, mister,” Rosanna purred, before holding up an unopened bottle of suntan lotion. “Though, I am having a bit of trouble with the heat. Mind rubbing some lotion on my back~?”
The Commander felt a flash of lust shoot through him, but held it back for now - not wanting to make a scene in front of everyone else. “I’d love to,” he offered readily, already reaching for the bottle and eager to reciprocate the Nikki’s flirtations.
But to his surprise, Rosanna grabbed his outstretched wrist, pulling him in closer - and giving him a handful of her tit instead. The weight of that soft, plump organ, barely covered by her skimpy bikini top, melted under his palm so delectably. Confusion and arousal flashed across his face, and were met only by a wicked grin on the other woman’s face.
“Oh please, mister~” she teased. “I know you’re not as innocent as you look. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I really want~”
“I had a pretty good idea,” he replied, giving the breast in his grasp a nice squeeze. “I just wanted to hear you say it, that’s all.”
The intimidating Nikke leaned in close, her breath low and husky as it grazed his ear. She even had the audacity to moan for him - quiet, yet laced with desire, a dirty secret meant only for him. His bathing shorts were getting tighter by the minute, yet he was too distracted to make sure nobody was watching at that moment.
“There’s a clearing out behind the surf shack,” she whispered tantalizingly close to his ear. “It’s nice and private - it’s the spot with the hammock and the two palm trees. Meet me there in five minutes - don’t keep me waiting~”
And with that, Rosanna stood back up, flashed him a wink, and sauntered away down the beach, seductively swaying her hips with each step.
For a moment, the Commander merely sat there, dazed by the lasting impression the queen of Hedonia was able to leave on them every time they met face-to-face. It wasn’t until a few beats passed that he remembered to look from side to side, checking his surroundings to ensure nobody had seen him practically groping one of his subordinates. Much to his relief, the other Nikkes seemed far too engrossed in either surfing or playing in the sand to pay attention to him and his trysts - not that they would have minded if they had seen, of course, given his flirtatious reputation among the base.
A reputation he intended to uphold, as he soon got up from his chair and set off in pursuit.
It didn’t take long for the Commander the find the spot Rosanna described - located not that far away from the main beach, along a shady trail that curved behind the surf shack. A few minutes of walking along that trail, and soon enough, he saw a small clearing with two tall palm trees at the far end, their trunks curving away from one another, with a large hammock strung up between them.
And lo and behold, there was Rosanna herself - lounging on her back as she rocked back and forth within the hammock, stretching her arms above her head and thrusting her chest out in the process. The tube of suntan lotion was still in her hand, as she slowly squeezed out a drop from the tip onto her fingers, which she then began to rub onto the top of her breasts - shooting the Commander a knowing wink and a sensual grin in the process.
“Hi, Mister,” she purred, sliding her lithe legs off the side of the hammock so that she could sit up and face him. “Took you long enough.”
“Now, that’s not fair,” the Commander replied, sauntering over to her and putting one hand on the nearby tree trunk to lean over her. “I made it here in five minutes, just like you asked.”
The black-haired Nikke only chuckled in reply. “That doesn’t mean I still can’t get bored waiting for you, now does it?”
“You’re so needy,” he murmured, leaning in close as she did the same, eyes already closed and lips already pursed with expectation…
Until he suddenly felt fingers tugging on his hair, pulling his head back and forcing him down to his knees as he winced in pain. When he opened his eyes, Rosanna stared back from above him, a wicked grin on her face, like a lioness who’d just caught her prey.
“Maybe I am,” she purred, her voice lustful and dangerous. “Or maybe…I’m more used to just taking what I want~”
It was only then that she lightened her grip on his locks, and allowed him to surge upward to meet her in a long-awaited kiss. It was almost magnetic the way his lips crashed into hers, their tongues furiously entwining as their limbs scrabbled for purchase on each other’s bodies. The Commander’s legs slotted between Rosanna’s easily as he half-straddled her on the hammock, devouring her as she devoured him in turn - the bottle of sunblock soon tumbling from her grasp, left forgotten on the sands as she felt up his tanned, muscular back.
“Mmm, that’s it,” the underworld queen sighed, still stroking his hair with one hand as his lips moved down to her neck. “Now who’s getting needy, Mister?”
Her question was accentuated by the feeling of her thigh pressing against the bulge in his bathing shorts, making him groan involuntarily. “Fuck, Rosanna…”
“That’s the idea, Mister~” she cooed, running a finger up between his toned abs and tracing the swell of his pectorals in a way that made him shiver.
Emboldened by her teasing, the Commander reached up and seized a handful of Rosanna’s breasts once again - this time, without her guidance. His newfound initiative made her moan approvingly into his mouth as she held him close, her fingers digging into his back as his own digits sunk greedily into the flesh of her tits, barely constrained by her skimpy black bikini top.
Soon enough, though, her hands slid upwards to find purchase on his broad shoulders - allowing her to push down on them gently. The sudden force made the Commander far to his knees once again in the sand, looking up at his lover with curiosity as she lounged back in the hammock and spread her thighs wide, attracting his gaze southward.
With one hand, Rosanna reached down to undo the clasps of her outfit’s garters, before pulling aside the front of her thong - revealing her glistening folds to his hungry gaze. Those hooded crimson eyes of hers never once left his face, as she licked her lips and casually rested one of her legs on his shoulder, letting the other dangle off the edge of the hammock.
“Lick,” she ordered huskily. “Taste me like the animal you are~”
The Commander practically growled with enthusiasm as he leaned in further between Rosanna’s legs, his tongue darting out and lapping at her pink folds. He licked along her entrance with practiced ease, setting a slow yet intentional pace that made her groan in satisfied delight.
“Mmmm, that’s it,” she sighed, stroking his hair and pulling him in closer. “Don’t stop, Mister~”
As if that was even within the realm of possibility. Rosanna tasted incredible, her juices stinging his taste buds so sweetly as he lapped them up without reservation. The Commander’s hand found purchase on the thigh she’d slung over his shoulder, palming the soft muscle there and feeling her shiver from his ministrations.
His other hand aided his mouth between Rosanna’s legs as he used two fingers to spread her pussy lips, exposing even more of her sex to his hungry gaze. And where his eyes fell, his tongue soon followed, as the Commander leaned in and slipped his tongue inside of her walls - the soft entry earning a blissful moan from his paramour as he nuzzled his lips against her sopping-wet muff.
“Oh, fuck, yesss~” she gasped, her voice peaking sharply as his tongue prodded the underside of her clit. “Mmmm, you really know how to make a girl feel special, Mister…”
The Commander’s hands drifted towards her inner thighs and spread her legs even further apart, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh and groping her legs unashamedly as he ate her out. His partner’s husky groans of pleasure were all the motivation he needed to continue licking her clit - teasing it with soft yet rapid motions of his tongue until it grew nice and erect, then taking it between his lips and sucking on it like a piece of candy.
“F-Fuck! Right there!” Rosanna was insatiable at this point, grinding her hips and smearing her pussy-juices over his face like a woman possessed. “I’m so close, Mister - don’t you dare stop now!”
He obeyed without pause, his tongue slipping down to delve between her pussy folds once more as his right thumb came up to rub her clit instead, flicking it back and forth and making her hips buck even faster. With his other hand kneading the soft skin of her thigh and keeping her legs spread as he thrust his tongue inside her walls, he knew it wouldn’t be long until her climax arrived.
And arrive it did - a strangled, yet sultry moan escaping Rosanna’s throat as she mashed the Commander’s face into her cunt, practically smothering him as she convulsed on the hammock. He made sure to drink up every drop of her smokey-sweet honey as it gushed forth onto his tongue, lapping at her folds diligently to ensure her orgasm lasted as long as possible. The need for him to breathe was the least of his priorities in this moment - superseded by an all-consuming desire to hear Rosanna moan his name.
When he finally came up for air, his chin soaked through with pussy-juices, he was greeted with the sight of Rosanna slumped over in the hammock, her face the picture of pleasure. The queen of Hedonia’s hair was tousled and messy and her eyes stared vacantly ahead, fogged over with lust. A thin sheen of artificial sweat covered her skin as she panted with exhaustion, her body still twitching with the aftershocks of her powerful climax.
Yet, even like this, she still exuded the power and charisma that made her a queen of the Underworld - as she looked down at where the Commander knelt between her legs, and gave him a hungry grin that let him know she was far from finished.
“Haaah…amazing as always, Mister,” she sighed blissfully. “But as much as I love that wonderful tongue of yours, it’ll take a lot more than just that to leave me satisfied.”
The Commander just offered a lazy smile in return, cheekily winking up at the woman he’d just pleasured. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”
And then they were kissing once again - Rosanna’s fingers curling in his hair as she pulled him up into another fierce lip-lock, groaning with delight at the taste of her own juices on his tongue. She soon pulled back, however, trailing her fingers down his toned abs in a way that made him shiver…before stopping her descent right at the hem of his bathing shorts, greedily palming the bulge in his crotch.
“Get that thing out right now,” she growled into his ear, gripping his clothed erection possessively.
No sooner had she spoken the words than his hands had already started pulling his trunks down - in his eagerness, he practically threw them halfway across the beach once he’d gotten them around his ankles. His cock looked as enthusiastic as he felt, throbbing with vigor as it stood nice and tall, exposed and ready to fire a salvo at the slightest provocation. Rosanna traced its length from base to tip with one finger, her eyes hooded as she grinned with naked hunger at the size of his package.
“God, I never get tired of seeing this dick,” she whispered affectionately under her breath - her praise coloring the Commander’s cheeks with pride.
Rosanna quickly slid off the hammock and dropped to her knees, never once releasing her grip on the Commander’s cock as she drooled on it. “Consider this a reward for your earlier performance, Mister,” she purred, slowly stroking him off as she licked the tip of his shaft. “I never let one of my debts go unpaid, after all~”
And just like that, she parted her lips, sheathing his cock in the warm and wet embrace of her mouth.
Heat shot through his spine like a rocket as he groaned with lust, grabbing Rosanna’s head instinctively as she bobbed her head up and down his length. Her own hands gripped his firm backside to hold him in place - meaning that the Commander was the one being felt up for a change, as her fingers kneaded his muscular rear end appreciatively. The reversal of power dynamics made everything feel so much more erotic, especially as her tongue swirled around the tip of his member for a few tantalizing seconds before licking along the base, tasting every last inch of him.
“Agh, fuck!” His voice came out in strangled gasps, barely holding on from the sheer skill with which she worshipped his cock. “Sh-shit, Rosanna, that’s so good…”
The salt-and-pepper-haired woman let out a satisfied purr, the vibrations like a shockwave pulsing through his groin as she continued to bob her head, her tongue lavishing his cock like a chocolate cigar. Her pace soon grew quicker and rougher, as if she could sense how pent-up her Commander was, and the wet sounds of her gulping his length soon echoed through the summer breeze as he desperately tried to stifle his own moans of pleasure.
An effort that was in vain, as he soon staggered at the feeling of Rosanna’s lithe fingers grasping his testicles, juggling his balls around as she pressed a line of wet kisses along his shaft. From the look in her eyes, he knew she didn’t intend on wasting any precious time - just as he knew from the pressure building in his loins that he didn’t have much time left.
“Rosanna…” he grunted, his fingers already tugging her head forward, “I’m gonna-“
“Cum for me, Mister~” she cooed, before nonchalantly deep-throating him and squeezing his balls dry - sending him reeling as he busted down her throat. He held her head in place as she practically smothered herself in his crotch, swallowing each and every last drop of cream that sprayed forth from his cock, her tongue moving in ways that made him see stars.
Until at last his orgasm came to a bittersweet end, making the Commander slump forward as he caught his breath. Rosanna, meanwhile, slowly pulled her head off him until finally releasing his shaft with a wet *pwah*, leaving a trail of saliva and pre-cum smeared around both her lips and his length in equal measure.
“Mmmm, that really hit the spot,” she purred, gathering some of the excess onto her fingers and licking them off sensually, looking him dead in the eyes all the while.
“Guess…that makes us even,” the Commander quipped, still trying to catch his breath after busting such a fat load. Normally he prided himself on remaining a level of composure post-coitus, but the queen of Hedonia prided herself on making him lose control and leaving him begging for more. (Maybe that was why he was so enthralled by her - there was nothing sexier than a woman who could match his own dominance in the sack, after all.)
And judging by the look on her face, Rosanna was well aware of the leverage she held over him, as she slithered back onto her feet and sauntered backwards to lean against one of the nearby palm trees. With practiced ease, she reached down and undid the side-tie of her thong before casually dropping it to the side and beckoning her lover forward with one outstretched arm - her hooded gaze locked onto his rapidly-regrowing erection as he came up to her, lifting up one of her bare legs as he grinded his shaft against her entrance with obvious need.
His other hand came to rest on her hip, feeling her curves and the softness of her synthetic skin as he felt just how wet she was for him - barely holding himself back from plunging in right then and there, as he waited for instruction.
“Rosanna…” he husked, his voice breathy and desperate - and as she lifted a finger up against his lips, he knew no more words needed to be said.
“You know I don’t like waiting, Mister,” she whispered. “Now fuck me like you own me~”
With no time to waste, the Commander slowly yet eagerly buried his cock inside Rosanna’s soaking-wet pussy, his lips meeting hers in a passionate embrace. She moaned approvingly into his mouth as he began to thrust his hips, shivering at the feeling of his girth stretching her walls so wonderfully. His grip on her raised thigh gave him better leverage to reach deeper, hitting her most sensitive spots and making her head spin as he fucked her against the palm tree, her breasts squishing against his own toned pectorals.
Speaking of which, Rosanna soon came up with an idea - breaking off her passionate lip-lock in order to quickly unfasten her bikini top and let it fall aside, revealing her bare breasts to her lover’s hungry gaze.. Predictably, the Commander needed no instruction before he lunged downwards to take one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it with lustful fervor as she groaned and clutched his head closer to her chest.
“Ahh- Mmn- Oh God, yes~” she gasped as she arched her back to thrust her tits further into his face, basking in the pleasure brought by the combined efforts of his lips and his cock. “Just like that, Mister…make me feel good…”
The Commander was too busy being smothered by her breasts to reply, but he made up for it by sliding his hand up her bare thigh to get a firm grip on her ass instead - pulling her hips forward and managing to fuck her even deeper than before. To his delight, she began to thrust her own hips in time with his motions, rocking back and forth at a steady pace as her cunt swallowed his cock again and again. The pleasure was so intense that it encouraged him to add his teeth to the mix, as he bit down hard around her areola and sucked a hickey onto her tanned flesh, muffling his own grunts of exertion as he stirred up her insides.
“Ohhhh, fuck,” she sighed, shuddering with bliss as the pleasurable pain of his bites radiated through her body. “I love how eager you are, Mister. Mmm, you must have been thinking about what you’d do with these tits all day, weren’t you?”
“Hard- ngh- not to,” he grunted, taking a brief break from motor-boating her tits (but not from thrusting his hips). “That swimsuit of yours…doesn’t leave much to the imagination.”
“Why should anyone have to imagine?” she shot back, her voice playful. “I’m not afraid to flaunt what I’ve got - and if anyone has a problem with that, they can take it up with me.”
He reached up with his free hand to cop another feel of her chest, savoring the firmness of the fleshy mound as he kneaded it like dough. “Let them try. Better yet - why not invite them to join us? Wouldn’t mind having a threesome one day.”
“Hmmm…tempting~” she purred, tipping her head back and bucking her hips in rhythm with his own thrusts. “Nnf- fuck, gonna cum soon…don’t stop, Mister!”
Their hips each moved like pistons against one another, as the Commander pounded into Rosanna’s pussy faster and faster, eager to bring her to another climax. His grip on her rear provided the optimal angle to hammer into her sex, hitting her g-spot and making her sing as her own nails dug into his toned back, bringing her closer and closer to the edge-
Until, with a strangled gasp, she came - her pussy squirting all over his pelvis and coating his member in her honey. Her back arched and toes curled with delight, as he buried his face in her chest once more, kissing the space between her breasts aimlessly as he fucked her through her orgasm, his pace slowing over time as she calmed down.
“Huff…haa..” Rosanna’s eyes fluttered as she caught her breath, dimly looking down and catching the Commander’s gaze. “You didn’t finish, huh?”
“Not yet,” he teased, pulling his hips back to finish what he started…
Only for her to push them both off the tree in a sudden burst of strength, spinning him around and making him fall backwards onto the hammock. She soon joined him, climbing on top of the hammock and straddling his pelvis, running her hands down his bare chest as she swayed her hips and grew closer and closer to his erection with every seductive swivel.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned, reaching up to try and take hold of her - only to be foiled when his monochrome-haired lover pinned his wrists down on either side of his head, shooting him a teasing wink as her thighs squeezed him tighter.
“Like I said, Mister,” she purred, her voice low and husky, “I never let a debt go unpaid. And I don’t intend to stop riding you until you’ve given all you’ve got…right in here~”
She released his wrists to trace her fingers over her groin, tapping the space wherein her artificial womb resided - making the Commander shudder from the lustful implications. “People will look for us, you know,” he teased. “We’ve made a lot of noise…someone might catch us.”
“Oh my, how scandalous~” she laughed. “But then, weren’t you the one who said they wouldn’t mind a third participant in our little affair?”
“And I believe you were the one who said they didn’t like wasting time,” he fired back, before grabbing her hips and promptly impaling Rosanna on his cock.
The sultry Nikke let out a hiss of pleasured surprise at his boldness, before tightening her thighs around his hips and beginning to ride him in earnest. Her walls hugged his shaft so wonderfully well as her hips rose and fell - slowly at first, then steadily increasing the pace as she dragged her nails over his pectorals, leaving thin red trails behind to mark him as her own.
Not to be left out, the Commander reached out to her chest with both hands - groping her tits with lustful abandon as he lay there and savored the sight of his lover riding him so fervently. She soon grabbed onto his hands in turn, guiding them in squeezing her tits and kneading them in slow circles, never slowing her pace for a minute as her hips kept slapping against his pelvis. Everything about her was just perfect - the way she moved, the way she looked, the way she felt against his hands and around his cock…she was truly a woman the Commander was lucky to have by his side, and he could tell she felt the same.
“Nnf- urggh- ahh-!” Every bounce of her hips set his nerves aflame, making him squeeze his lover’s tits even harder and making her groan as well, thus continuing the endless cycle of pleasure - yet he soon felt the pressure growing too much to hold back. “Rosanna,” he grunted, “I-I’m…”
“Do it, Mister,” she ordered gruffly, her own breathing growing heavier as she approached her own climax. “Do it inside me - don’t hesitate! Make me yours~”
He didn’t even have time to respond before Rosanna slammed her hips down, her pussy swallowing his cock whole as she reached her peak, her walls spasming around his shaft and pushing him over the edge-
-and at last, the Commander busted inside of her, filling up her insides with his sticky sweet seed as his own hips buckled to push himself deeper. The two of them came as one, moaning and writhing in utter ecstasy atop the hammock as his cock pulsed inside her pussy.
Only when his balls were completely drained dry did their shared orgasm come to an end, with Rosanna collapsing on top of his chest and shuddering from the feeling of being stuffed. The lovers just lay there limply, one atop of the other as they each caught their breath, their sweat and fluids mixing together as they basked in the afterglow.
“Haha…hooooly shit,” she gasped, her eyes glazed over as she twitched slightly from aftershocks. “That was…intense…”
“Nngh, yeah,” he groaned, his own head feeling quite fuzzy as well. “Think we overdid it?”
“Nah,” she replied with a playful smirk. “If anything, I was holding back - otherwise, we would’ve broken the hammock by now.”
The Commander couldn’t help but let out a tired chuckle at that, rubbing her back affectionately. “Well, we’ll just have to save that for later tonight, then, won’t we?”
“Oho~?” Rosanna raised an eyebrow at the invitation, smiling with renewed enthusiasm at the promise of more fun to be had. “You really are insatiable, Mister~”
“Look who’s talking,” he purred, leaning in to give her another, deeper kiss on the lips, their tongues intermingling once more as they simply lay atop one another, enjoying each other’s company under the warm summer sun.
Yes, there was no doubt about it - there was truly nothing better than a day at the beach.