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To be a boss of an organized syndicate, there’s a few traits you have to master at all times.
There’s having an awareness and intelligence of every and any situation you could get pulled into. One minute you’re calmly negotiating payment for services rendered, and the next, your polite company has guns trained on you and expecting you to buckle. So of course, you have to have a steel will and be good under pressure. You have to set an example for your underlings, and let them see precisely why it is you’re in charge. It’s especially important when you have aspiring men and women who think they can knock you off your seat of power just because they think they can, only to be reminded with your heel to their throat that crossing you would be a terrible, awful, and quite likely the last mistake they ever made.
“Run the targets again. More targets!”
Today’s lesson would be one on composure. Unfortunately, Rosanna’s composure was quite literally as spread out as the bullets littering the ground beneath her and her currently smoking gun.
“Pensi di poter essere migliore di me? Me?” She half muttered, half growled as she reloaded her weapon. Her personal gun, the one and only Golden Thompson, held no argument against her violent aura as she watched a fresh round of practice targets make their presence known, the red and white circular pads awaiting her move. Releasing the safety lock on her weapon, she began blasting them down one by one, mowing them down with a barrage of bullets dense enough to leave shredded remains in their wake.
“You seem…tense today, boss.” A familiar tone reached Rosanna’s ears when she had finished unloading the empty cartridge and had been reaching for another. A quick glance confirmed it had come from one of her closest subordinates, nicknamed Consigliere. Their eyes were hidden by the brow of their hat, and they were dressed in their typical white suit as befitting their station in her organization. Of course, Rosanna knew their true name. But such seriousness wasn’t needed here. Not unless she intended to put herself in harm’s way.
Like a certain assassin turned husband stealer…
Rosanna gripped her gun tighter for a moment. “Do you want to know one of the few things that gets to me?”
“What might that be?”
Rosanna aimed down the sights of her weapon at the field of decimated targets before speaking. The words left her lips in a cold fashion, one usually heard only by those who had done her wrong and were now at her considerably lacking mercy. “Thievery. A special kind of thievery.”
“To be fair boss, many of our…associates do occasionally partake.”
“Not this type. At least they better not be unless they want to find a swift end to their careers.” She growled. “Thievery of common goods, trinkets and money, that’s nothing but the way life goes. No treasure stays in one person’s hands forever. But a treasure that’s personal, that’s got meaning, that slimy, no-good, two-faced, vestito indossando, uomo che ruba donna !” The empty bullet cartridge she threw knocked off the wood of another target dummy’s bracing.
“If she’s causing you so much trouble, we could try to…move her off the board?”
Rosanna appreciated that her assistant had the tact to speak in code than to speak plainly. It would help at times when she’d be too frustrated with a meeting, or certain other leaders of the Underworld, that Consigliere could speak what she needed to say and not what she wanted to say.
“We can’t. She’s too well protected by the Ark and her benefactors. As nice as it’d be to not have her around, she serves a necessary purpose that I can respect. She would be difficult to put down anyway, and certain parties might…object to that kind of violence.”
“Ah. Understandable.”
Rosanna sighed and ran a hand through black and white locks, her mind’s gaze drifting to the connecting dot of all this frustration. The one man who had proven to be more interesting than any human she’d met yet in her time as a Nikke and as a Boss. Even now, just the thought of him smiling at her eased the tension in her shoulders, the way he’d always be so flustered when she’d flirt with him and tease him when she’d catch him looking.
“Just who is this person?”
“She has a new cover now as a civilian, but beneath the subterfuge, she is an assassin. Dangerous. Very very careful and very clever. Fortunately for all of us, they adhere to the rule of those they call Judges, and has helped keep things tidy in the Ark. Our dear friend, the Commander, is an associate of theirs.”
“Ah…and this Commander is the one from before? Who is under your protection?”
“Our protection. I cannot protect him from the dangers beyond the Ark and the Outer Rim. But so long as he has a foot in my reach, he will always have me by his side. But now this harlot ,” she growled out the word as she reloaded her weapon again with a fresh magazine, “is trying to edge into territory that doesn’t belong to her. My territory.”
“Are you sure we shouldn’t try to take care of her?”
“I appreciate your willingness, but this one is beyond the normal mark for us to check off a list. The moment we make a move on her, she’d be aware and on the move to stay either out of sight, or reply in kind. The last thing I need right now is to invite an assassin upon Hedonia’s head purely out of spite. She is no mere gunman or brawler. She has the ability to eliminate a target and escape the area without a trace. And I’m of the belief that if Commander was put in her crosshairs, well…she would still commit.”
Consigliere made a noise with her throat. “I will make sure to not get on her bad side.”
“See that you don’t. If I were more like Sakura, I’d try to invite them for a peaceful chat. But that’s not my style.” Rosanna hefted Golden Thompson against her shoulder, the metal cool against her bare skin when it brushed her neck. “I always like a little danger in the mix. Makes life a bit more fun, you know?”
“If we can’t confront her directly, maybe the better idea is to reinforce the other side of the playing field, so to speak?”
Rosanna’s cocked eyebrow prompted the white hatted woman to continue. “If approaching with only offense isn’t the right course, then propping up defense is the next best option, don’t you think? If you believe this…what was her name?”
“D. Just D.” Rosanna clipped out. “Probably not even her true name.”
“If you believe this D is causing trouble, and we can’t take the battle to them, then maybe the better idea is to lay a better claim upon the Commander?”
Consigliere’s words were still rolling about in Rosanna’s mind as she lounged in her personal office. Venting off some steam at the target range had done well for her mood, enough to let her think ahead beyond wringing D’s neck. The ice cubes in her whiskey clinked against the glass surface of her drink as she swirled it about slowly, her mind elsewhere than the alcohol in her grasp.
“D…hmph.” She huffed as her gaze moved towards her liquor cabinet she kept her personal stock in. It was one of the few decorations of her office that seemed more civilian like than a storage place of weapons or potentially illegal contraband. Had the Central Government tried to institute an attempt at prohibition of alcohol in the midst of this war of theirs, humanity might very well have given up everything. “Wonder if her entire crew is all letter names. That’s tedious.”
Removing herself from her chair where she’d been pondering on her situation, Rosanna stepped over to the cabinet and considered indulging a little to ease her nerves. It wasn’t that this D character rattled her; far from it. After staring death in the eyes as many times as she has in her life, one tends to be tougher to break than the rest around them. Other Nikke would cower before threats of violence; she only laughed and invited them to strike the first blow.
Only in this case, the first blow struck was an arm around the Commander’s waist and play-acting as his partner.
The temptation to throw one of the bottles of spirits at the wall was strong, but she kept the anger in check for now. There were better uses for her emotions than simple destruction. Her eyes wandered over the various labels as she recalled the last time the three had been in the same room. She had infiltrated the group much like Commander and D had done to get answers on some…unsavory information she was told. Feeling his eyes on her body in that dress had made her heart lift higher than the time she outsmarted Sakura at one of their recent meetings.
But then that harlot, D, played upon her role as his would-be “wife” and tried to physically place herself into his life. The entire ruse was just her cover for her own investigation, and she held no true affection towards him. At least, she had to assume so from the cold look in her eyes when she thought no one would notice. But there were times her acting made the boss of Hedonia question D’s true intentions.
…and every stolen kiss, and hug, and sweet talk of affection…
“Perhaps Consigliere was on the right track.” Rosanna ran a hand through her hair to appease herself a moment before clenching a fist at her side. “If I cannot bring the fight to her, then my fight will be brought to the Commander. No one can touch him…except me.”
Plucking up her phone, Rosanna’s mind swirled with plans and ideas as she rang through to her contact within the Ark. She could call directly herself, but there was always a more nuanced way to get what she needed.
“Lady Rosanna. How may we be of service? ”
“In two days time, I need a dress, a meal fit for a king and queen…and a modified Spare Body.”
“Of course, ma’am. Anything else? ”
“Send a message to the Commander at the Outpost. Inform him that I am taking him to dinner that same evening, and to dress his best. Tell him it’s…a priority for his well-being.”
“At once. ”
Two Days later, Nighttime Ark Outpost
Rosanna had no reason to be nervous as she did a final inspection of the hotel room she was standing in, the third such inspection since she had arrived. Her contact was professional, courteous, and one of the best to maintaining access to the Outpost when she sought it. They had booked a private room in the luxury hotel the Outpost had, an investment Rosanna appreciated in these circumstances. The food was tested twice for any potential foul play, but nothing could be found to suggest anyone had compromised it.
And as for the dress…
Pausing by the long mirror that rested against the bathroom door, the Underworld Queen took in her looks with an approving smile. For nostalgia’s sake - and recalling how it had caught his eye to begin with - she had gotten another dress made similar to the one she’d worn beforehand while undercover with those two. The greyish-black cloth hugged her figure tight, and the carefully tailored diamond cuts along the thigh showed just enough skin to tease while letting her keep her decency. She’d had it touched up as well to let it hang a little lower at the chest, keeping her pale skin visible and teasing the healthy cleavage she bore while looking no less radiant. A toss of her styled hair over her shoulder completed the look: a gorgeous beauty who was as dangerous as she was inviting to look at.
There was no doubt Commander wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off her. And if things went right, his hands won’t let go of her either. The thought brought a hint of color in her pale cheeks, her smile serene as she envisioned him up close and personal with her. Just her, only her. Their previous flirtations were always fond memories, but now they could make many new ones tonight, she was sure of it.
A knock came from the door, getting her attention immediately. A quick peep through the spyhole showed her Commander waiting, the lens view clear enough to make out his calm expression and…her cheeks darkened. He brought roses.
“Well, now…he’s a romantic after all.” She murmured before opening the door, holding it open to let him see her in full and giving her an unobscured view of him as well. He had swapped out the typical military uniform for something a little more formal, a snappy looking black dress pants and buttoned white shirt combo that had her fingers twitching at her sides. The black vest overtop made him almost seem more like her butler than her date. But the effort pleased the Nikke no less as she beckoned him in.
“You know, looking like this, one might mistake you for my servant rather than my partner.” Rosanna teased as she took his offered flowers.
“Well, I thought it would be a little more appropriate to see me in something other than my normal commander attire. Since you put in so much work yourself.” He replied, smiling at her. It never ceased to surprise her when she could easily see the duality within him. He was built well, strong physically and mentally sharp enough to handle almost any situation in the field at the drop of a pin. Yet in person, he could be as gentle and caring as if he’d never once witnessed the ravages of war and destruction. A spirit of stubborn, unyielding will.
No wonder she fell so hard for him.
“Oh, come now. It’s not all that much work to treat ourselves to a nice night in. After all the stress and work you’ve been doing, I thought it was only right to give you a chance just to enjoy yourself.” She said before leading him towards the makeshift dining table Consigliere had helped set up. “I made sure this place was scoped out thoroughly before calling you. The last thing I want is an interruption or unexpected intrusion.”
“I’m flattered. Maybe I should’ve brought more than just roses for you. ”
“You brought yourself. That’s more than enough.” He pulled out her chair for her, earning an appreciative grin before she sat and he joined opposite her. “Tell me; has everything been alright for you since that business with the Sovereigns and that lady friend?”
He nods, his eyes reflecting a hint of melancholy she catches. “I’m alright now. Being away from all of that helps immensely. To think so many people were being deluded by a hallucinogenic drug…needless to say, I think I made the right choices in ending the charade. ”
Rosanna nodded. “Reality may be harsh and demanding, but it’s good things are as real as the bad. Tricking one’s self into ignoring reality just makes it that much more severe when you snap out of it. But don’t worry,” she let her hand rest atop his free one on the table, fingers tapping lightly on his hand, “I can assure you I’m a very real, very genuine woman.”
He turned his hand over and held hers in his grasp. Gentle, but with certainty that made her cheeks darken just a little. “I know. Through thick and thin, you’ve left no doubt in my mind about you. ”
“Keep saying sweet things, and you’ll spoil me for dinner.” She said, internally joyous at his sincere tone. With that, she lifted up hers and his dish covers, unveiling an exceptionally grand looking feast of meat, vegetables, and other rarities the likes of which would draw attention were she not the boss of Hedonia. “The real article. I had to pester a vendor or two to get this for us. But you know me: I don’t do things halfway.”
“Beats military rations out in the field any day of the week. May I? ”
…Goddess, he was adorable. Mindful even with a salivating plate before him. “Of course. Don’t worry; no poisons or tricks in this meal. I had Consigliere check everything.”
They dug in, and the mood stayed light as they ate and chatted with one another. It was…unique to Rosanna. Not just the food, she could really get that anytime she wanted. Food to a Nikke was usually just food. No, it was…this. This atmosphere with him, this tranquility. That she, an Underworld Queen, the head of Hedonia, could feel so open around him. The one man she let her guard down for, and didn’t regret doing so. He treated her as an equal, if not better than that. He listened, he paid attention, he let her be just herself and not the toughest woman alive she had to be in the Outer Rim.
‘No wonder I’m so stubborn about you. Non riesco a smettere di sorridere intorno a te. ’ She thought to herself.
The food was soon eaten and forgotten, and a wine bottle she’d specially prepared opened and indulged in. He never drank too much, she knew, but he indulged like any man would with a pretty woman at his arm. She led him from the room to the balcony outside the bedroom, the cool wind ruffling her hair as she stayed beside him. The Outpost itself lie beyond, a smattering of lights still flickering here and there from the various buildings still carrying on their business.
“Did you ever think to yourself you’d be overseeing such a place like this yourself? Back when you were in the Academy, learning your first steps with Nikkes?” Rosanna questioned.
“Hard to say. Remembering everything from back then is a bit hard nowadays. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. ” He rested a hand on the guardrail and sighed before looking to her. “If I had done things differently, we might never have even met. ”
“Now wouldn’t that be a tragedy?” Rosanna smirked before scooting a little closer. “Trying to get by without you to remind me of the good things? Perish the thought. Seeing you in charge of the Outpost here, helping make the world better for us Nikkes and just trying to do good…you’re a valuable person, you know. When I took charge of Hedonia, I went through much to make it what it is today.”
“You’ve nothing to be ashamed of there. It’s impressive to say the least. ”
“Thank you. Though there is certainly no shame in laying claim to what you want and what you need.” She turned her eyes to him, admiring his features up close. Always clean-shaven, a slightly tanned complexion from being on the surface so much, so often. Sharp eyes that gazed at her the moment she moved even an inch, the kind of look that evaluates life or death decisions in an instant. Dangerous. Deadly.
“Which is why I’m claiming you, Mister.”
“Claiming me? ”
“Mmhmm.” A swift drink of the rest of her wine finished the glass off. She had been counting down a timer in her mind while they talked, and knew this would be just about the time he should start feeling the effects of what else was in that wine. “While I absolutely admire your ways of dispensing justice when you’re all riled up, I can’t help but admit - and I will say this just one time - that I feel jealous when she tried to play as your wife.”
It took a moment, but comprehension dawned in his eyes. He tried to reassure her. “You know it was only our cover for the operation, we didn’t really -”
“Of course I know, Mister. I’m not as dense as Moran. I could easily tell for your behalf, you were putting on a performance. And you did a wonderful job. Even I could’ve been led to believe you were bound to her, if I were not so…intimately aware of you.” She slipped her fingers along his side, rubbing slowly against him while her head rested against his shoulder. “But we both know I know you sooo much better.”
Color rose in his cheeks, making her smile grow. He tugged at his collar a little and cleared his throat. “If anyone is…it’s certainly you. But Rosanna, you know I’d never…well, you know you’re more important to me than almost everything. ”
“Almost everything?” She said coyly.
“Well. I do value breathing quite a lot. ”
She chuckled, and leaned up to kiss his cheek gently. “And what if I wanted to see how good you are at breathing in…strenuous circumstances?”
“C-Circumstances ?”
“Mister, I’m afraid I haven’t been…one hundred percent truthful tonight. Perhaps 90% at least.” Rosanna kept her hold around his middle as she moved to his front, causing him to turn and rest his hands on her body. They came to rest on her hips, and she grinned. He was starting to sweat. “I want to remove every ounce, every thought, every lingering touch of that harlot from your memory. I want you to remember why I, Rosanna of Hedonia, am the only Nikke, the only woman, you’ll ever need.”
The declaration was followed with a firm kiss on the lips, one that he wasn’t prepared for but soon returned while embracing her. Every part of him was reacting to her, she could feel it in his grip, his tension, his tongue tickling against hers. By the time she withdrew, they were both panting for breath.
“The wine was laced with just a tiny hint of an aphrodisiac. Something to spice things up.” Rosanna said as she licked her lips. “Don’t worry; think of it as just my way of helping you loosen up that tight butt and tighter restraint to cut loose with me. For the next ten hours, you and I are staying in here while I make sure you know that I’m the only woman who can claim you. Who can take you.” She purred as one hand tightened in a ball as it clenched at his white shirt. “Who can…please you, in just the right way I know you like.”
“R-Rosanna… ”
“Face it, Mister; I’m staking my claim and even if all of the Outpost hears about it, they’re gonna know. Rosanna never gives up her man for anyone or anything.”
The next kiss was just as hungering, but now with him taking a lead and guiding them back into the room. She laughed in her throat, savoring how he grabbed for her, clamoring for a grip to hold onto her as she moved with him, easily leading him towards the bedroom. Each kiss was as needful as the next, his lust brimming and boiling over once they fell over, him beneath her for the moment.
It wasn’t the first time the pair had kissed, far from it. Nor was it their first time being intimate. However, what drew Rosanna back to him so much was that each time it happened, the spark he’d ignite within her would burn like an erupting volcano. Brimming beneath the surface, always ready but waiting for that one opening she loved to give him. His tongue was searching for hers with a renewed hunger now, one she happily replied with her own wandering pink muscle. Her hands wandered over his torso, searching and almost willing to tear his clothes apart to shreds for what he wanted. Though that might have been the wine talking.
His hands caressed her, one losing itself amidst her black and white hair while the other merrily found its way south to grope at her rear. She murmured her approval into his lips before breaking the kiss off, a string of saliva connecting them for a moment before she dove down to nibble at his neck. Past lovers - weaker lovers, truthfully - would whine or fuss about her teeth and how she’d leave marks on their skin. She did it intentionally; what good was lovemaking when you couldn’t cut loose?
But he never complained. Not Mister. He was only more motivated by it. The hand squeezing her rear tightened its grip, while the hand weaving through her hair clenched. But he didn’t pull her away, making her give a tender moan as she licked at his neck, moving down to the collarbone and biting there for a moment. “Your clothes are in the way. We need them off of you.”
“Care to help me out? ”
Rosanna’s answer was a swift tug of her hand while grabbing his shirt, rendering what was a nice piece of clothing to tatters in an instant. She visually devoured the sight of his bare skin, the lines where scars from battle and past encounters testified to his survivability. No matter how hard he got knocked down, he always got back up and came back home to her. Always to her. He didn’t hesitate to tell her the details of combat when she asked, never once lied about the dangers and the worries. He was an honest man.
She glanced down at his crotch where he was already forming a favorite bulging sight of hers. “The pants too. We don’t need anything here.”
It was a momentary pause for their passions, but enough to suit them. The dress was much easier to get off than put on, the only remnants now being her hair still bound in a loosened woven ponytail, and the singular jeweled necklace she’d put on as well. Bare naked before him, she savored his hungry look as his gaze roamed over her body. Powerful legs, a firm midriff. She always kept herself shaven clean, a preference that suited them both in many ways. Her excitement was as visible from the way her nethers pulsed with want, her chest heaving with slow deep breaths as she beheld his hard member.
“Stay there for me. I want to make you feel good, Mister.” She urged him before lowering her head down to be up close to his length. Fingernails teased at his skin as she dragged them down his thighs, one hand rubbing along his inner thigh while she took hold of him at the base. He too was shaven, something that let her appreciate his cock aplenty. He fit in her hand only just enough, his girth a promise of pleasure guaranteed with his bountiful length as well. Too many times had she lost herself to it, and she looked forward to many more as well.
“My favorite dessert…lay back and enjoy, Commander.” She cooed before cupping his balls and gently kneading them, her other hand stroking along the base. The weight of them in her palm was a promise of delights she loved to milk from him, inviting her to lick her lips before sliding his cock tip into her open maw. The moment her tongue tapped against his swollen end, she moaned and greedily took in the first couple inches without warning, getting him to groan in approval above her.
Rosanna was an experienced lover, and it showed in all the ways she and her Commander had tangled in the bedsheets before. Sometimes it was slow, tender, dare she say even affectionate. Sometimes it was the sweaty, needful type, the kind where you want to forget about the whole world outside for just a couple hours. And sometimes, she just enjoyed riling him up so much that he had no choice but to claim her, even if it meant the occasional broken furniture or noise complaint from the ACPU.
Here and now though, the only thing she sought was to give him the true pleasure a real woman can give.
Bobbing her head down further, she flicked her tongue along the underside of his cock, saliva soaking the thick member easily as she pulled back slowly, sucking hard with every inch she allowed to let go until she got right to the tip. Only then would she dive back down, taking on the controlled, measured pace meant to milk the man beneath her in her pleasurable grip. One of his hands reached for her head, pushing only slightly to get her to go further. It was no trouble, but she offered a moan around his length as she sunk to halfway, closing her eyes and savoring his taste on her tongue.
Her hand continued to gently knead and massage his balls, shifting their weight with careful yet loving movements. She wanted their essence badly, more spit slipping past the tight ring of her lips and keeping him slick as she sucked him off. The wet sounds of her mouth moving up and down his member filled Rosanna’s ears, and she looked up to him to see him staring back, the hunger in his eyes as clear as ever. It made her want him more.
“R-Rosanna…ngh !” He grunted out as she sunk even lower on the next pass, opening her throat up to his meat and savoring the sensation. She was soaked now, and gave her rear a small shake before laughing softly at his strained expression. He was still trying to hold back, like the gentleman she knew him to be. The lust burning inside would come out, she just had to keep digging away at his resistance. So she decided to skip the elongated teasing, and simply dove down fully from the swollen tip to the base in one go, letting out a “ glrk ” from the way he throbbed in her oral grasp.
The feeling of how he was twitching against her throat’s walls, his pre-cum oozing down towards her stomach as she sucked and swirled her tongue against the base of his dick…Rosanna felt light-headed almost. Her hand released his thigh and slipped down her middle, finding her waiting nethers and sliding a finger inside with ease. The moans that she let loose didn’t just let him know she was enjoying it, but vibrated around his dick and further pleasured him.
A second hand joined the first, cradling her head and making her motions stop as she peered up to him again, watching as strands of her hair obscured her vision. She paused for only a moment before groaning as he gave short thrusts up into her maw, grinding his crotch into her face with a lust that was making her face start to flush red. It wasn’t oxygen she needed, but simply more of him. More of his taste, his desire, the smell of him already riling her up further. Her finger was joined by a second as she let him continue to use her mouth and throat like his personal toy.
It couldn’t last for long, however, which Rosanna was quick to realize when his thrusting became more urgent and his hands gripped her tighter. Eagerness had her sucking harder, tongue swirling in quick circles to try and stroke him better and pleasure him more. The strangled grunt that left his lips was capped off by her taking him all the way to the hilt, his hold on her an unspoken assertion that she would swallow all of him. That silent demand was met with gusto as he flooded her throat with his cum, potent and dare she say it, rich. He was pent up.
She loved it when he was pent up.
“Mmmmm…” Rosanna moaned around him, accepting his cum with little resistance. She stroked her pussy throughout his climax, relishing the sensation of his sticky essence splashing into her throat and further down. He maintained several shots of similar density, making her swallow more urgently lest she spill him, before he tapered off. He released her, and she pulled off with a wet slurp of his cock exiting her lips before gasping for air.
“S-sorry…it felt too good. ”
“There’s only one apology - mng -” she stopped to swallow him again and clear her throat as she panted for breath, “that I’ll accept. Resta proprio lì .” She told him, pushing with her right hand to get him to lay back again while her left stroked his spit-slicken cock. He was still hard, thanks to both his stamina and the helpful boost she’d slipped into their wine. Rosanna couldn’t say if it affected her too much yet; Nikkes always worked differently than normal humans did. But he was certainly not your normal human.
Positioning herself above him, she let him drink in the sight of her naked form hovering above his lap, her nethers eagerly awaiting him to fill her up. The sight was easily familiar to him, but the way he throbbed in her grasp always told her how much he loved to see her like this. Wanting. Lustful. Eager for him. “ Riempimi di sazia, non vuoi cara? ” She asked him before sinking down and getting his swollen tip to slide inside of her with ease. Throwing her head back, an almost delirious grin crossed her lips as she felt him stretch her inner depths, clinging tight to him while trying to draw him in deeper.
“So tight…! ” He grunted underneath her as she sank down further. His girth did its job well, even on this spare body, she dimly realized through the pleasure zapping up and down her spine. He was making her feel so good as he filled her up, each inch another level of delight that her trembling a little by the time she made it halfway. Her eagerness got to her as she slid down the rest of the way with only a moment to breathe between motions, his entirety buried within her and making her see stars before her eyes.
“A-always…so filling. My lover.” She grunted out as she remembered to breathe, tossing her hair back over her shoulder to view him better. His affectionate stare back tugged at her heart, and she slowly rose to begin riding him as she desired to. The motions were small at first, still adjusting to his thick member piercing her depths. Rosanna could swear she felt him almost knocking at her cervix, biting her lower lip in anticipation while resting her palms on his chest.
Her nails dug in slightly and scratched, tugging at his skin with a dangerous lust as she started riding him in earnest. The slapping sound of her butt clapping against his lap started to fill the room in a solid rhythm, intermixed with her moans and his grunts as they pleasured one another. “You’re always…so…good to me. Underneath me. Like this.” She let out as she rode him.
“Yeah? ”
“I’m the top - fuck - top gun of the Nikkes here. Your number one woman. This is where I deserve to be.” Her nails grazed over him again, drawing just the slightest red lines against his skin as she scratched at him before stopping to spread her palms out and brace herself better. Her round cheeks moved quickly up and down to bounce atop him, relishing the heat of his member each time he hilted inside of her. “Where I should always be - ohfuck !” She gasped out as he throbbed inside her.
“Rosanna… ” His hands held onto her sides to balance her, her appreciation showing as she came down and ground herself against his groin, rubbing his length with her wet pussy and savoring the sounds of both their intimates meeting as much as the look on his face.
“Come on, Mister,” she taunted as she started to ride him harder, the bed bouncing beneath them in time, “I’m gonna milk this cock dry until you can’t shoot anymore!”
He met her rougher pace with a hard grab for her chest, the bouncing globes stopping from being moved as he lurched up and kissed her, hard. She welcomed it, matching his energy and groaning as his roughened palms rubbed against her nipples, the friction teasing at her mind as her own hands clung to his body. The grip she had on his back was made more difficult from the sweat pouring off him, but it only enticed her to ride him faster. The sheer heat between their bodies soon had her just as sweaty as he was.
“I want you to cum. Inside me. Guhofuck. Inside. Every time.” She gasped out when she had a moment to try and talk.
“Why? ”
“Do it and. I’ll. Tell. You. Oh. Fuck. Fuck!” With her permission all but given, he gave more earnest thrusts up into her waiting pussy, his grip shifting to lock one hand on her butt cheek while the other rested at her side, making Rosanna’s vision go blurry as he pumped away without relenting once. He was getting close again, and she was going to hit it first. “Mister! I’m-”
“Cum for me, Rosanna. Cum for me. ”
It was that same forceful, powerful tone, the same tone that could order a Nikke into battle and talk down a Heretic in the same breath, that tripped her control. With a muffled squeal held back only by her mouth against his, she climaxed around him, clenching tight and staying locked onto him as best she could manage. Rational thought left her in the moment, replaced only by the savored sensation of him continuing to rock himself against her while stroking her twitching nethers with his dick.
Of course, it only got better when he came right behind her, his timing only off by a few seconds. The added feeling of his cum surging out and flooding into her depths was the icing on the sweaty sex cake the two had been making for the past while. It was exhilarating, every pulse of him inside her a fresh reminder of their passion and further cementing her place as his one and only woman. When she let go of his lips to breathe, the first two gasps were all she was given when she found her perspective now viewing the ceiling, and the Commander now towering over her.
Collecting her wits took a moment as he never pulled out, and from what she could feel, he was still rock hard. He was mindful enough to not move fast, but the sensation and roughness of him adjusting with little warning thrilled her. “Don’t tell me you’re done.” She teased.
“Only if you explain what you meant before. ”
“You noticed…this body of mine’s a little different than before. Right?” She questioned.
“It’s subtle. But yeah. It’s still you regardless. ”
“It’s different because it’s meant to bring about more fun…but there’s a reward for that fun.” She rested a hand over her navel, splaying her fingers out gently. “If you do me well enough in this body…we just might produce a whole new life between us.”
“W-what’re you- ”
“It has a breeding module. One to let a Nikke, even one as crass as I, have a chance to bring about new life.” She told him. He throbbed inside of her, and she couldn’t help but to moan as he even seemed to grow longer. “And you know the best use for that kind of module, right? Big guy?”
The taunt was meant to evoke a reply out of him. Something of surprise, or affection, really anything vocal. His eyes were wide in surprise, and she delighted in catching him off guard so well. However, that victory was short lived as he took hold of her legs and, surprising her indeed, he had her pinned down under him with her legs stretching backwards over her own torso. The position caused his dick to rub her in places yet untouched, and words left her mind for a moment as he ground against her.
“Then we better make good use of it, shouldn’t we? ”
“M-Mister?!” She exclaimed. It was about the only word she could let out before the bed started to rock and creak from him thrusting down into her, working his hips and legs to not just keep himself steady above her, but to also continuously jackhammer down into her waiting and wanting pussy. The world began to blur in Rosanna’s vision as he hammered away, making sure to give a full pass of his length from tip to hilt on each go around.
He didn’t try to speak coherently. The only things coming out of him were grunts and heaves of air as he worked himself into her. His toned form overshadowed her, making her focus fall between the exhilarating sensations as he fucked her, and the appreciation she had for his face before her. There was a renewed sense of desire coming from him. It led to a question forming in her mind that couldn’t be asked, but perhaps felt as he claimed her: Did he truly desire to see her be a mother? To be with her?
“Ohhhhhhhffffffuuuuuuuuuck!” She cried out as an orgasm blasted through her by surprise, the excitement of such an idea making her squirt around his rapidly moving member. It took a lot just to remember to breathe as he continued to rut her, claiming her as his. Losing control to him like this was unexpected; the Hedonia boss was so used to having a handle on everything. But here she was now: legs spread and pulled up and over her body, sweating, gasping for breath as he all but dominated her with his dick nearly reaching her core. She was utterly, absolutely lost to his whims.
It led to an immediate second orgasm, as she was barely recovering from the first. Her tongue would’ve languidly hung from her lips, had he not leaned down and claimed those same lips himself. The pure aggression in his kiss spurred her to act, enough to kiss back and try her best to match his tongue’s fervor. Thank the Goddess they were in a Nikke oriented hotel, she realized dimly, for by now a civilian hotel would’ve surely heard them and called either security or the ACPU on them. But she didn’t care. She wanted him to need her like this.
“Do it, do it, do it, do it!” she chanted between his hammering thrusts. It was all she could manage to get out as the Nikke succumbed to his will, accepting his desires and finding the idea of truly being bred by him more appealing by the second. Forget the war, forget Hedonia; here and now, she was his woman, and she yearned for nothing else, craved nothing else to satisfy her. Rosanna’s tunnel clenched harder around him as she did her best to milk his cock, squeezing every inch in a soaked vice that let the whole room be filled with the sound of their rough sex.
Only when his rhythm began to falter did she see an end in sight to the relentless pounding, and it was an ending she needed more than the oxygen burning in her lungs. “Inside inside!” she begged of him.
“Rosanna! I can’t- ”
“SEED ME! ”
For the third time that evening, he released his cum within her at her beckon, a torrent of his seed splashing into her depths and filling her with a sensation of heat and love at the same time. Her face burned as she felt wholly complete in that moment beneath him, given the full berth of his affections without restraint, without interference or any other presence. He was entirely hers, and she entirely his. It was all she could do to muffle her ecstatic scream by biting onto his broad shoulder, only barely mindful to not bite too hard as they stayed locked together with one another.
Each pulse of his member inside her was enough to make her gasp for air, the sheer way he made her body tremble with each throb and gush of his cum. Only when it finally tapered off did either of them try to relax for the other. He let go of his grip upon her legs, the limbs falling limply to the bed on either side of his form. She released her grip on his sides as much as his shoulder, left gasping like he was as they took in the post-orgasmic bliss of the moment.
“...I love you. ”
They were uttered words she’d heard before. Yet their cadance never grew weary on her ears. Her hand sought his as he laid alongside her, and their fingers intertwined as she got her breath back.
“And I love you, Mister. Your number one Nikke. Forever and always.” She told him before cooing as she felt the thick mass of cum leak from her swollen nethers, the white pooling over her thighs and onto the now definitely ruined bedsheets. “You came so much!”
“I think that little surprise you included wound me up. I uh… ” He trailed off, prompting her to look down and see he was at half mast, but slowly regaining steam by the second. An almost manic glee came into her eyes, and she met his expression with a wicked grin.
“Well once you have your breath back…maybe we should take this to the balcony?”
When the morning sun arose and peered through the window to the lovers’ hotel room, it cast its glow across many strewn items. Furniture had been shifted about the bedroom, used or moved to be out of the way. Clothes were cast far aside, unneeded in their moments of intimacy. The dinner tray left at the table and its remnants were quite cold by now, but the wine bottle still retained a shine despite its contents now being wholly emptied.
Commander, having awoken as he always did in such early hours, found himself strangely at ease yet relaxed instead of tense or groggy. They had finally succumbed to sleep in the late evening, when both of them had given out of energy and consciousness. A glance to his left revealed the Hedonia boss sleeping soundly, her messy black and white hair the perfect halo to her beauty. He was tempted to lean over and kiss her on the forehead, but didn’t want to wake her.
Instead, he started to rise from the bed, a shower in mind as he knew he’d have to explain to Rapi and the Counters where he had gone all night. But just as his feet hit the floor, the light sound of a gun’s safety clicking and the racking slide caught his ear as the touch of cool metal tapped his side.
“Dearest Mister?”
He swallowed. “Yes, Rosanna? ”
“It’s not been ten hours yet. You still have…mmm…forty-five minutes left with myself. Come back to bed. The Counters will have to accept you having a late morning start.”
He looked over his shoulder to the woman, and saw her lying there with a pistol in hand, a small one but no less lethal than her personal weapon. It rested in her palm until she lowered it onto the nearby nightstand, chuckling at his expression. “Come now, dear. Lay down with me, just for a little while longer. Let’s be selfish together, you and I.”
Who was he to refuse such a compelling offer?