Azur Lane - Lützow

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It was an overcast day, casting a gray shadow over the Commander's surroundings.

The refreshing breeze brushed against his face, providing a welcomed relief. Throughout his service, he had spent the majority of his time stationed at a listening outpost on the outskirts of the northern ocean, bordering the Arctic.

His tasks included monitoring local weather conditions, potential siren raids, and snooping on their neighbors.

Although the reunification process had only just begun, the Admiralty deemed him fit to serve as a representative.

Consequently, he was relocated to a refueling base in a tropical region. Here, he found himself with ample free time due to the absence of significant conflicts. His fleet mainly consisted of a few small patrolling flotillas, meaning the workload was relatively manageable.

However, the scorching heat proved to be a challenge he couldn't easily overcome.

Every day, he sought refuge either in the cool sanctuary of his air-conditioned office or the depot, where he would meticulously prepare patrolling sorties and supply runs for the maritime outpost within the sector.

Although the weather remained unbearable, he found solace in the fact that he was permitted to bring his wife along.

A nostalgic smile adorned his lips as he paused in the middle of the corridor, finally reaching the door that led to his office.

With a sigh, he adjusted his white cap upon spotting someone humming softly on the sofa. Her eyes were peacefully closed, allowing the cool air from the air conditioner to embrace her as she indulged in a nap.

He didn't mind occasional moments like these. Lützow seemed to sleep all day, only becoming active when night fell. During the war, he had let it slide due to her constant awakenings and lack of sleep.

Taking a seat beside his wife, the commander gently placed his hands on her cheek, tenderly caressing it. Her chest rose and fell in rhythm with her breathing, while she tightly clutched a plush shark doll that reminded her of her rigging, using it as a makeshift pillow.

He gave a gentle shake to the Ironblood battleship, Lützy. "Wake up," he called out, attempting to rouse her from her slumber. "If you're going to sleep, do it in our room."

Lützow, being a heavy sleeper, had grown accustomed to sleeping deeply, making it increasingly challenging to wake her up. The commander let out a resigned sigh, realizing that he had a stack of papers on his desk that required his stamp.

Though he didn't mind her sleeping, the mere sight of her could be distracting, making it difficult for him to focus on his tasks. Carefully, he shifted her hands, releasing her grip on the plushie and repositioning them to face the ceiling. He then maneuvered his hands underneath her and gently lifted her up.

With a slight groan, the commander carried his wife in a princess carry, making his way to their assigned quarters.

"Hmmm, hmmm," the battlecruiser slowly opened her eyes, realizing she was being carried by the commander. Her head rested on his broad shoulder as she let out a contented hum.

The sight of his neck proved too tempting for her, and just as he was about to place her in their bed, without hesitation, she playfully nibbled on it. "Heehe," she melodically laughed. "Consider this payback for carrying me~"

"Lützy!" the commander startled at the sudden peck. "You're awake after all."

His wife pouted, "Well, it's boring without you, you know."

"But I told you I'd be away for a while to receive the sup..." he stopped mid-sentence. "Never mind. Just be a good girl and stay here."

The battlecruiser had different ideas. "Are you not going to spoil your wife after leaving her behind?" she retorted.

The commander planted his hands on his hips and replied, "I was only gone for about two hours."

"That's two hours lost for me," she countered, even if the excuse seemed flimsy. "You should make it up to me."

He genuinely asked, a question mark floating above his head, "How?"

Lützow frowned. After spending so much time together, the commander could still be a knucklehead. But that's what made her fall for him.

The battlecruiser simply licked her lips, and before he realized it, she strong-armed him, pulling him by his tie, and captured him in a chaste kiss.

"Y-You..." he stammered, flustered.

Lützow giggled at the sight. Despite his intimidating height, muscular frame, and commanding presence, the man turned into putty whenever she took charge.

She shifted behind him on the bed, and it became clear to the Commander what she desired. His cap fluttered to the floor, forgotten, as her enticing scent filled the air, arousing him.

"Listen, I can spoil you as much as you want after I finish my paperwork, alright?" he attempted to resist.

But she took one step further. Lützow chuckled mischievously as she positioned her ample breasts above his head, playfully smothering his face when he tried to look up and see what she was up to.

"Caught you," she teased, smothering him in her embrace.

His warm breath tickled the sensitive underside of her breasts, and Lützow descended closer, muffling his voice as he spoke. She knew that once he caught a whiff of her scent, something she never tired of exploiting, the man would turn like a beast under the full moon.

She noticed a slight bulge in his pants, indicating the growing pressure inside. Her smug expression quickly faded, though she had achieved her objective. In a swift motion, the commander turned his head, catching her hips before lifting her and gently laying her on her back.

"You're asking for trouble," he stated firmly.

"Hehe," the woman chuckled. Her desire intensified, causing her love juices to flow, enticing the commander even further.

The man descended, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Their tongues wrestled for dominance, with Lutzow eventually succumbing to his control. Their bodies pressed against each other, their desires intertwining.

His erect member, still concealed by fabric, tantalizingly hovered near her entrance.

The intense session didn't last long, as they reluctantly broke apart, their lungs gasping for air.

Impatiently, he unbuttoned her shirt, revealing its contents to his delight. She willingly allowed him to take charge, as the commander pulled down her bra, exposing her erect, flushed nipples that beckoned him further.

The commander's hands explored her exposed skin with a mix of urgency and desire. His fingers traced along her curves, leaving a trail of anticipation in their wake. She arched her back, inviting his touch and silently urging him on.

Their intense encounter continued, fueled by their insatiable desire for pleasure. With exquisite skill, he slowly removed the remainder of her clothing, revealing her completely to his gaze.

His eyes traced the contours of her voluptuous body, appreciating the softness of her stomach, the alluring curve of her hips, and the delicate veil of light hair that barely concealed her intimate area.

Her legs were positioned on either side of him, granting him an intimate view of her sacred entrance, a place reserved solely for him. Anticipation soaked her entrance, a clear sign of her readiness.

A smile played upon the commander's lips as he gently held her chin, descending once more to claim a passionate kiss. Lützow surrendered to his desires, her eyes ablaze with lust as the commander withdrew, his lips finding their way to her neck, leaving a mark that bore witness to their shared passion.

"Mmhh~" Lutzow moaned sensually as he marked her, her pleasure mingled with a hint of playful defiance.

"That's payback for earlier," he declared before returning to her, his attention now focused lower. He descended further, until his gaze rested upon her throbbing entrance, glistening with anticipation. A surge of delight washed over him as he inhaled her essence, before his tongue eagerly explored her intimate folds.

"Hyaa~ Mmph, Commander," the woman moaned, overcome with pleasure at his attentions. His skillful ministrations teased her entrance, coaxing forth even greater responses. Her womb pulsed with need, her arousal intensifying with each passing moment.

She helplessly shook her head on the mattress, her face flushed with arousal as the man playfully continued to lick her entrance. After a moment, he moved up, teasing the erect nub just above her entrance with the tip of his tongue, stimulating her clit.

Her legs quivered in the air, unable to find stability as he pressed his head further down into her entrance. Her hands grasped his hair, tugging on it as she could no longer contain the impending release that drew nearer.

"I'm so close... hmmph~, I'm so close," she gasped, her grip on his head tightening.

The commander's tongue slipped in and out of her, her fluids flowing in rivulets as his tongue eagerly lapped them up, relishing in the taste. Her inner walls futilely attempted to clamp onto his tongue, only for it to elude their grasp.

His lips pressed against her, gently kissing the folds, while his tongue continued its ravishing assault inside her. The pressure in her pelvis continued to build, reaching an unbearable intensity until...

''A-Ah~!'' Lutzow's cry of pleasure filled the room, her grip on his hair tightening as she practically pushed his head deeper between her thighs.

He didn't withdraw; instead, he continued to passionately pleasure her with his tongue, each movement bringing her further ecstasy. Her tangy essence coated his tongue, and he eagerly savored it, finding himself addicted to her sweet taste. Even as her orgasm subsided, he continued to pleasure her, prolonging her exquisite enjoyment for as long as possible.

Only when her grip on his head loosened did he finally stop, slowly pulling his head away from between her thighs. Her juices adorned his lips and chin, prompting him to idly lick what he could while wiping the rest away with the back of his hand. His eyes remained fixed on Lutzow's panting, trembling body as she caught her breath, her ample breasts rising and falling with each labored breath.

Her gaze drifted downward until it settled on the Commander's eyes, feeling a warm sensation on her stomach.

The tip of his erect member tantalizingly hovered above her bellybutton. Her lips quivered with desire, and her eyes conveyed her longing to him.

Without needing words, the couple understood each other's desires. With skilled hands, the commander swiftly parted her legs, his cock finding its way to her tight, inviting pussy with ease. Her pussy lips yielded without resistance, welcoming him inside.

The tightness caused him to groan as her clamping walls embraced his length. Electric currents surged through Lutzow's body, pleasure coursing through her as she instinctively clenched around him, determined to extract his essence fully.

After a brief moment, the commander rolled his hips forward, gradually inching deeper into her.

Lutzow whimpered as he began thrusting in earnest, her strained expression melting into one of pure bliss.

Gentle moans escaped her lips with each movement as he slid in and out of her tight pussy. It felt almost as tight as their very first time together, his cock familiar with every crease of her velvety walls as he slowly increased the pace. Lutzow melted beneath him, surrendering to the pleasure as he plunged into her slick pussy repeatedly.

"F-faster... You can do it," she whimpered, her need evident.

The commander quickly complied, pressing the undersides of her plump thighs to urge her forward, intensifying his descent. "Mmpph~" Lutzow moaned when he quickened the pace, his cock grazing her insides repeatedly, perfectly conforming to his girth.

He lingered at her entrance for a moment, making her yearn for his fullness, before descending deeper, plunging his entire length to the base, obliterating any remaining resistance. Her cervix door was forcefully pounded by his tip.

The bed emitted a soft creak with each thrust, their bodies meeting in perfect rhythm. Their hips met in rhythmic intervals, creating a steady chorus of pleasure. Lutzow's moans and grunts filled the room, a symphony that pleased him. His shaft glided eagerly through her velvety tunnel, skillfully brushing against those familiar spots that made her body tremble uncontrollably.

For a moment, the commander leaned back, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her with increased intensity. Her face contorted with adorable pleasure, and her ample breasts swayed in response to his vigorous pounding.

He inched closer, teasingly biting into her erect nipple while deftly caressing the other with his fingers. Her tight walls clenched even harder around his throbbing shaft. He ravished her voluptuous body as if she were the last woman on Earth, reveling in the experience.

His engorged length filled her tunnel to the brim, stretching it with every forceful thrust. Her muscles coiled and tightened like a spring. She desperately fought to hold back her orgasm, savoring the sensation of the commander plunging into her quivering pussy. But the burning pleasure became too powerful to resist. Lost in the heat of the moment, she couldn't even articulate a request for him to withdraw, as she wasn't on any form of contraception.

''Ahh... Co...! C-Commander~'' Lutzow cried out, her hips buckling and her back arching as she climaxed on his pulsating cock. Her velvety inner walls clamped tightly around his throbbing shaft.

The sudden tightness elicited a low groan from the commander. He thrust a few more times before reaching his limit, pushing his hips as far as they could go. The tip of his cock slightly breached her cervix as he released thick ropes of cum deep into his wife's pulsating womb. The sensation only heightened her pleasure. Her legs dangled uselessly in the air as each spurt painted her inner walls white. Her body sensed the potent and fertile seed of her commander pooling inside her baby-chamber, her cry transforming into a dazed groan.

The commander continued with short, primal thrusts, ensuring that every last drop had been emptied into her. He paused momentarily, both of them catching their breath, his cock still firmly lodged inside her. Their bodies were drenched in sweat, the sheen coating their entire forms.

With a toothy grin, the commander effortlessly turned Lutzow around, forcing her to assume an all-fours position. He savored the slight shift of her quivering, slick pussy as it adjusted to his length.

Without further ado, he resumed his thrusting, savoring the effects of each movement. Her plump buttocks rippled enticingly with each powerful thrust of his pelvis. Lutzow simply moaned submissively as he passionately took her from behind.

She knew it would take the entire day to satisfy him, but she still reveled in his rough pounding, leaving her battered and swollen entrance dripping with his potent semen.

It would be some time before they noticed the small bump forming on her stomach. Lutzow playfully pinched the commander as he jokingly remarked that she was becoming a bit plumper.

Deep down, the commander secretly harbored a desire for her to gain some weight, appreciating the allure of a curvier woman, especially after she gave birth to their children in the future.