Belfast and Enterprise(Azur Lane)
Summary: You've just married Belfast and Enterprise, and now that the chaos of the wedding has stopped, all your doubts and worries you aren't good enough for them have slipped back in. Your wives aren't going to let that happen.
(Your Perspective)
"You're back," Belfast says, drawing away from Enterprise's lips with a smile radiating bright as she looks toward you. The buxom, pale ship is down to nothing but white gloves and stocking that match her hair, and for that matter the hair of Enterprise, which her fingers are tangled into. "We're glad you're here, now we can start having fun." She eases away from Enterprise, exposing the more fit and tautly defined ship, whose curves are all a little more defined, save for a bit of softness on her thick but certainly very strong thighs. Enterprise is completely naked, her fingers gliding across Belfast's skin a moment longer as she pulls away.
You look upon your wives and your smile feels a little forced. You don't mean for it to some of like that; this is honestly the happiest day of your life, but they've married each other too, and the words just sort of sip from your lips, "You didn't need to wait for me. I already feel like I don't really belong in this bed..." Your body shifts and you close the door behind you, knowing you do deserve to be this room but feeling a bit of a block in your way.
But your ships aren't taking any of that. They're quickly up and upon you, each taking you by the hand and easing you toward the bed with reassurances and soft words of love and affection. You let them take you, and find yourself resting atop the bed, head on the pillow with one gorgeous, busty, white-haired ship girl on either side of you.
No. With one of your wives on either side of you. That reminder forces you back into organization as their lips descend upon you.
"You deserve to be here as much as either of us do," Enterprise says softly, her patient and careful as she starts to work your clothes off, Belfast's hands joining hers shortly in undressing you. "Neither of us would be where we are without you, Commander."
"You treated me like I mattered," Belfast says, burying her face into your neck and burying it under kisses, tracing them up along your jaw. "Not just a ship. You really cared about me, and then as we grew closer, you showed me real love." As her fingers get under your clothes and upon your bare skin, the gloves add a sensual edge to it, the separation between your skin more than made up for by the softness of something meant to be brushed along your body, a treatment guided by love.
Enterprise holds your lips as long as she can, but she yields them to Belfast the second she seeks them, sinking down and easing toward your ear, purring sweet reassurances. "At my lowest, you gave me the strength to keep going. I can never forget how you pulled me through those dark times, and helped me be strong again. Now, I can be your strength." Her bare fingers move with a little more direct purpose; where Belfast is letting the gloves make every touch a wonderful thrill no matter where she goes, the way that Enterprise focuses in on the places she knows you'll enjoy, if not for pure sensual feedback than for the joy of feeling her cling to a part of you tightly, adds another layer to her firm love.
As amazing as the run-up to tis wedding has been, your confidence has kept faltering moments of weakness and uncertainty, moments where you can't shake the nagging feeling that you don't deserve this wonderful relationship with these two wonderful women, constantly doubting yourself and hanging in a frustrating limbo that keeps you second guessing yourself. The final days leading into the wedding, you were able to push those down and see their love for what it was, but now, lying in the bed on your honeymoon, everything begins to shake again.
The kisses and the caresses keep you from going under, as they push in against you firmer, cooing sweet reassurances. "I love you," passes their lips again and again, and as your body warms up and your ears begin to accept the words, your lips scramble to catch up with the count and shower them in affection as well. They keep saying it though, keep urging you to say it again and hold the pace with them, and before long it becomes a mantra washing away your doubts and your fears, leaving a focused comfort and a warmth within their touch that can't be shaken.
Occasional slips of moans about how hard you are and how big your cock is begin to mingle in with the confessions of love, weaving around everything else going on. Your cock is out by now, rock hard, begging for pleasure and attention, but they're subtle about it. Little caresses, maybe even a stroke here and there, but it's al fleeting, all tense and maddening and meant to keep you aching for this. And yet, all the pampering and the affection is sweet enough to keep you not wanting to rush into anything, ensuring a pressure and a hunger that you can soak in for as long as they have the patience to keep you going.
By the time they've finished lavishing you with al their praise and their devotion, your problems eel more distant. Not completely shattered, but as Belfast kisses her way down your body, it's impossible to be down in the dumps, impossible not to be focused now almost to the breaking point upon the gorgeous, busty woman making her way along you, her breasts swaying and dangling as she gets into place, greeting you readily and hotly. "I've waited so long for tonight so I can finally do this as your wife," Belfast moans, hands grasping her ample breasts and settling them into your lap, wrapping them around your cock.
The soft embrace of Belfast's breasts wrapping around your cock makes a moan catch in your throat, makes your body tense up in a welcome rush of sensation and hunger that you don't want to shy away from. Enterprise seizes your lips, completely free now to kiss you as much as she wants, and your other wife is taking ready, eager advantage of that. "Doesn't she feel amazing?" Enterprise asks, and doesn't let you respond as her tongue proves ever more demanding and more enticing occupying you in a way that ensures you do everything se asks of you, sinking deeper, craving more, wanting her past the point you can handle.
Belfast is forward and hot with moans that make you shiver as she works her plush chest up and down your cock without a second of patience. She's direct, forward in ways that have you melting under the ensuing pleasure. Your hips can't resist rising up of the bed a little bit, begging for this, thrusting up into the embrace of her chest as you let yourself give in. "Your breasts are amazing," you groan, giving into the pleasure in pleading embrace of her chest. "Belfast, that's so--"
"Anything for you," she moans. "I'm ready for this, my love. I'm ready to be the loving wife you deserve. You're amazing." Her words continue to wear your worries down as she works up and down your cock. Every motion she takes is patient and controlled, wanting to ease you into the pleasure. Kisses to your cock add to the pleasure, as she seeks out the tip poking up from her chest. "My breasts are so big, but your cock can handle them and more, Commander."
"More than enough to make both of us happy," Enterprise says. Her fingers continue teasing along your body, kisses smothering you in the best of ways. "But we're focused on making you happy tonight. We know you need it."
The message is coming through loud and clear, bringing you swells of pleasure that feel strong hungry, ready to give you focused, indulgent joy, a bliss you're unable to hold back from. "If anyone can make me trust that, it's you two," you groan, twisting under the pleasure, the dizziness and the heat that keeps going keeps bearing down on you. It's an almost impossible rush of pleasure, and the words you give into feel honest, feel right. The reassurances of their love are what you need, a warming thrill to ease you down into serenity. To know you're loved and that the sincerity behind their words can be the key to pull you from these darker corners.
Enterprise's hands settle onto your shoulders, strong fingers beginning to massage and knead at the tensions he finds, making you groan louder. You can't resist these joys, as Enterprise says, "You deserve this. You do so much for us. For everyone. We're all married together, but you belong here too. Always." She doesn't even let you respond though, going for a kiss that keeps you quiet, that silences you and buries down the frustration that keeps boiling inside you.
Everything Enterprise does is a perfect supporting push to accentuate Belfast's breasts keeping up their treatment of your chest, keeping you burning hotter, keeping your body begging for more even if you're to busy kissing to speak. There's so much pleasure to give into here, a sensual roll and tease to the way that Belfast works, and it's guiding you to keep sinking, to give in more and more to what follows, to the ecstasy this lovely, pale maiden can give you. She coaxes you into deeper hunger, desire and craving want that helps your mind begin to focus in on what your body wants. Your body is easier to please, easier to talk to, and trough it, Belfast and her gorgeous tits bring the whole of you around.
Your hips are rising faster of the bed, thrusting up into the embrace of her chest as you give in, as Belfast kisses and licks the tip of your cock. "I want your cum," she moans. "But... Enterprise, I also want--"
"I know you do." Enterprise lets go of you finally, drawing away from your lips and heading toward Belfast's. She's Enterprise's wife too, after all, and she seeks some attention from her though not without going for your cock too, giving it some licks as the teasing winds up. You don't feel like you've lost anything for the lack of kisses and massage; seeing your wives kiss and feeling Enterprise happily drift lower to adore your cock more than makes up for the change in position. You watch them go at each other, overjoyed by the pleasures playing out so indecently, craving more and more from them as you sink deeper. Your body is aflame, and the desires are just too much for you to ever possibly resist.
All these pleasures conspire against you, drag you into something so wild and s potent that you can't help yourself. You give up to it, warning, "I'm cumming!" as you inch closer to the ruinous joy and the wild thrill of letting the pleasures consume you. It's too much to handle, your body aching and bucking upward harder and greedier as you let this al take you by storm, allow yourself to embrace these hungers. They don't stop, Belfast working her tits faster along your cock, Enterprise moaning into her lips with such lurid and shameless noise, a pleasure building into a spiraling rush of commotion and desire you can't take. You can't help yourself, craving these pleasures too strongly to deal with and happily coming undone as you allow yourself to succumb.
Your cock erupts, a hot gush of cum rushing from the tip of your cock and splattering everywhere, though the brunt of the mess ends up on Belfast's chin and, naturally, dripping down onto her chest. You make a big gooey mess of her breasts, happy to completely ravage her and make a beautiful wreck, groaning in sweet surrender as you ease back and stare at the girls, watch them draw away from their kisses and prepare themselves for the pleasure to come. "So good," you groan, sinking into the joy and the relief of no longer feeling any worries. That helped a lot."
"Did it help enough for you to take charge, Commander?" Enterprise asks, licking some cum off of Belfast's chest. "Because if so, I want you to enjoy my body now, too. I see the way you're always looking at my thighs, and I think they can pleasure you just as way as Belfast's breasts can."
Belfast's hands grabbed at Enterprise's thighs, happy to add on to the enticement. "I have nothing but faith that they can," she moans. "You're not just lucky to have two gorgeous, curvy wives, Commander. This isn't only luck; you deserve our love." She helps Enterprise onto her back, guiding her to kick her long legs into the air, hands all over them. It's a position that has you staring at her taut ass and her waiting, slick pussy just as much. "Come fuck her thighs," she says, kissing and licking at her legs as she makes them some as appealing as possible.
You can't resist it. You rise up and take your place eagerly, grabbing he legs and holding onto them as you bring your cock to rest between her thighs, knelt over Enterprise and looking down a the sweet smile she shines up at you, her long white hair spread out across the bed. "Your legs are beautiful," you groan, happily starting to trust between them and accept the pleasures tearing you apart. Rejuvenated and filled with readiness, you take to this whole thing readily.
Her legs press down on the sides of your cock, a sweet tightness that forms a strong, firm seal aided by just how strong her legs are. Belfast's soft breasts could never apply a pressure like this, but as Enterprise digs in and rests her legs up on your shoulders, the moment is now. "My thighs are so fuckable, Commander. I'm always happy to wear something that shows them off for you, and now I want to see how much they've filling your mind up."
Your thrusts are frantic and ready, thrown into a chaotic swell of pleasure leaving you no time to care about the way you're giving in, just begging to lose yourself. "Enty," you moan, falling into your pet name for her as your hips hammer forward, as you thrust into the complicated feeling of her thighs, the play of softness and definition that provides contrasting, thrills and sensations you're happy to lose yourself to, sinking into this pleasure with little focus or sense of how to pull yourself from this high.
Belfast lies with her head on Enterprise's stomach, leaning forward to kiss the head of your cock as it thrusts forward, or to lick lower and tease her waiting pussy. "You're smiling, Commander. It's nice when you smile." She's as adoring and as soft as can be, offering up the playful affection to accentuate the moment that Enterprise had during her titfuck. It's a loving, balanced back and forth, with everyone committed to the pleasure, to wild thrills and desires that don't want to stop. There's so much happening, and the idea of letting yourselves go is too appealing to resist.
Ever pump of your hips is another expression of utter joy, a gleeful mess of hunger twisting trough you, begging for more and leading you to keep going Enterprise's legs shift and squirm against your body as everything plays out in reckless ecstasy, an indulgence building up in the excitement and the desire that couldn't be tamed now. You're getting all kinds of worked up, giving into the pleasure and the cloyingly sweet -joy of letting yourself go, working up faster and otter toward surrender in its most beautiful and brilliant form. There's no way to contain these desires now, and you feel finally attuned with your needs, ready to give in to the pleasures and the hungers awaiting you.
"Fuck these gorgeous thighs harder," Belfast moans, her tongue dragging along everywhere as she eggs you on. "I love the way she's heating up."
"I'm so turned on right now, Commander," Enterprise says, her confession breathy and needy. She's desperate for this, a heaving wreck pleading for more as the ecstasy swells. "It makes me crave your cock so badly. It's so close, and I just..." She whines, the grand Enterprise herself in such a needy state as her hips push up, as she gets her pussy flush against the underside of your cock, begging for more as she rocks in against you, full of frantic need and embracing the desires so powerful and so desperate that she can't take much more.
You thrust harder. The feeling of her slick pussy pleading for you to let take her right then and there is intoxicating, and it's near impossible to resist these desires, these joys. You fuck her thighs in reckless, greedy acceptance, keeping up the mess of commotion and frustration that drives you down deeper with each push, craving these pleasures and all you can get from them in this sultry surrender. Belfast's moans grow hotter and harder as she encourages this madness, the slick, hot begging of her pussy adding so much to the fever behind how you go on, but the tease of Belfast's tongue against your cock adds that extra little edge to make it something truly special.
Belfast pulls away just before you cum. You don't even get to warn about it as you gasp and eave and groan, but she's caught on to your tells and is ready to draw back, pulling away so that as you cum, you do so all along Enterprise's taut belly, your streaks of cum splattering everywhere. As you hold your throbbing cock down against her pussy, she grinds against you the rest of the way to her own release, left gasping in hot, joyful release as everything came into absolutely perfect focus, brought forward a mess of desire and shivering, struggling need. As she calls out your name; not your rank, your title, but your actual name, all before you've even penetrated her, you feel yet another swell of certain glee, a desire and a thrill you absolutely can't get enough of.
"You're already right there," Belfast moans, biting her lip as she stares at you, legs reaffirming their desire to remain against your chest. "Why not just take me right here?" She purrs and squirms as her eyes fall upon you with an absolutely intoxicating degree of devotion and need. Everything just clicks perfectly, as you draw your hips back, let your cock head line up with her slick entrance properly, and then with one firm, confident thrust, fill Enterprise as Deep as you can. "Yes! Commander!"
You can't hold back another moment. You're almost delirious as you hammer forward, hips losing all control to the joy of feeling her around you. Her needy pussy is so tight, so wet, so utterly desperate for your cock, and you can't fathom containing yourself or holding back these pleasures as they begin to almost threaten your ability to think clearly. "Belfast, you don't mind waiting, do you?" you ask, looking to the other white haired over as she hangs over Enterprise.
"Not at all," she moans, leaning forward and licking your cum right off of Enterprise's taut stomach. "I'm happy to watch, I got to have your cock first after all. Fuck her hard, for me. It's our wedding night, we all deserve this, and I love you both enough to be happy just watching you enjoy yourselves." Her tongue continues its adoration of Enterprise's body, sinking slowly lower, finding her pussy and starting to lap at her clit, the apex of her lick brushing along your cock as well as all this pleasure hits its wild peak.
The tongue has both you and Enterprise moaning loudly, feeling Belfast's wild adoration, the way she lavishes you both in praise and adoration hot enough to keep you heaving and acing against one another. There's too much pleasure here on the line for any restraint, ad your hips do all the hard work readily, Enterprise's legs pressing tight against you and her pussy almost sucking you in, providing a steady back and forth you lean into as this all escalates, as the climb and build of this desire becomes almost too much for you.
"You look so beautiful right now," you moan, staring Enterprise in the eye as you hold firm. You'd lean forward and maybe even let her legs fall down so you can lie atop her, but Belfast's presence is something you're happy to enable and keep firm upon both of you, making everything work so hot and so right that you just can't resist the pleasure and the hunger behind this. "And Belfast... You're gorgeous, too. I really am blessed to have wives like you. But I... Fuck. I deserve it."
The licks get more Intense, like Belfast is rewarding you for giving up the acceptance of those terms, embracing the pleasure and leaning into the weirdness and the hunger, demanding swells of pleasure keeping you craving more. "You're amazing," she moans. "Both of you." Her tongue backs up the words as she laps at Enterprise's clit and at your cock, playing a supporting role to provide you both incredible pleasure, a rising hunger and a swell of desire that has both of you craving whatever you can get here, a deepening heat and a frenzied desire that won't stop for anything.
Enterprise's hips get more vigorous and wilder than yours are in the throes of this delight, her body thrashing under the desire and the wonder that follows. There's no sense to what's happening, and within that hunger lies the beautiful thrill of letting go, giving up needier and greedier, embracing your hungriest instincts without resistance. "Fuck me harder," Enterprise pleads, greedily seeking whatever she can get from you, and you remain eager to give up to her wats he asks for, throwing yourself into the deep end and finding that the joy you can embrace together will only get stronger as the pleasure rises, a heat that throbs greedier and quicker through you both. It's too much to handle, but in the best of ways.
All the moans and affection filling the air prove intoxicating. Al the worries and the problems are gone now; everything any of you are doing is a singular, focused thrill easing all of you into the warmth and the bliss of letting yourselves go, happily learning the joy of embracing these insatiable hungers and what you can't help now but seek out as everything you want. Everything you crave. Your wives are setting the room aflame with a love that feels inexhaustible. They've rejuvenated you, brought you a rush of energy and excitement that courses through your veins, demands you pay close attention to it and to what it can offer you. The joining of your bodies together, the way that the selfless adoration pushes in all directions and with no shame or restraint... It's too grand a thrill to believe.
Your hips keep hammering way, and you expect you'll be cumming first, expect you'll fill her up and send her into twisting, thrashing, hollering bliss. But instead, you feel Enterprise's slick inner walls beg down suddenly around your cock, feel the spasming and the begging as she calls out. "Please cum inside!" Enterprise twists and heaves about in senseless, dizzy delight, a joy that has you completely incapable of resisting your needs. You heave forward, give in, groaning and shuddering under the joy of cumming hard, filling her and embracing this most frantic of joys, a delight that can't be stopped, can't be met by anything else.
You remain inside of Enterprise, shuddering, gasping, holding onto your wife as her legs slowly begin to drift down from your shoulders. When gravity catches them, they sink faster and hit the bed with a thud, the gorgeous aircraft carrier now lying ragged and blissed out on the bed with a smile across her face and a lazy position to hold onto from. It's relaxing and luxurious, a sweet descent into warmth that has you happy to linger there a moment, to warm yourselves up before delving into the deeper thrills beyond.
But Belfast is waiting. You can't keep her sitting there. you don't want to. Your hands find both women's bodies, caressing them in slow, adoring sweeps as you ask, "How do you want it?"
"I don't mind being right here," Belfast says, turning around and climbing up onto Enterprise, settling on her hands and knees just slightly over your other wife as she steals a kiss from her. Her round, soft ass is presented eagerly, her pussy dripping in desperation and wait. Enterprise has cummed twice already and the signs of frustration Belfast shows in running behind can't be ignored. There's just too much that feels too good, a swell of wild heat and frantic desire that catches you right where it matters most. You draw back from Enterprise, hands settling onto Belfast's hips, and with an eager pull back and a push forward, you sink into her with confidence. "Commander." The word comes out in a shaky purr, and you know you're in business now.
Fucking Enterprise's thighs and then her pussy has you in rare form. Your hips are determined, every thrust strong and driven by powerful needs ready to take you by storm. Everything you do is a wild and feverish expression of your deepest wants given form, and you will not be held back from giving her your all, too. Marrying two women is a wonderful thing, but you have a responsibility to keep them both happy and love them both thoroughly, and you will not disappoint either of the. you can't. You refuse.
Every thrust quickens the pace of this frantic race down, every deepening hunger and weird swell of desire guiding you to into something that simply can't be stopped. Won't be stopped. Every throb of pleasure hits you harder s your hips hammer onward, as your every thrust fills her and leaves your head spinning, a crazed exploration of desires steadily climbing into chaos and surrender. "Does it feel god?" you ask, fingers tightening against her sides.
"Yes!" she gasps. Belfast's hips push back against you, meeting your lap again and again as she pushes on with urgent desperation, a need to be filled and to be taken that can't be stopped. Her head dips down, seeking more kisses from Enterprise in wild, greedy shows of lust that can't be contained, can't be held back no matter what you do. There's no time or sense or restraint here; she needs you just as badly as you need her, and everything is bringing on a chaotic rush of pleasures that just can't be helped. She's coming around to all of this, an overbearing rush of desire and glee getting the better of you as your hips keep hammering away and everything feels too good to be true.
"Fuck her harder," Enterprise moans hands al over Belfast as she holds tightly onto her, keeps her in lace and aching trough this commotion and this smoldering need. "I need to hear her lose herself. She looks so amazing right now; I wish you could see her face." She runs her fingers through Belfast's hair and strokes the flames of need that continue aching through her. There's no slowing down the irresistible pace of these needs, a chaotic rush of pleasure getting stronger and greedier.
The irresistible swell of desire and heat just keeps coming keeps bringing you a needier, stronger rush of all the ecstasies you crave so badly. Back and forth your hips buck in acceptance and desire, greedy pulses of need keeping you deep under, keeping you moving greedier along with all this commotion. You don't want to stop, unable to resist the desires plunging you into this wild chaos. Surrender seizes you and doesn't want to let go, proving to satisfying and to wild to believe, your bodies finding a perfect groove as you join together in raw acceptance and delight.
Belfast's hastening, chaotic moans rise above al the rest of the noise. She slips a hand between Enterprise's legs, rubbing at her slick mound and passing along the pleasures, keeping everyone happy and keeping the firm, pure moment hotter and wilder with each pass. There's no restraint or care put into how frantic this all getting; you're all committed to this ow, and your hips are up as fast as they can be now. There's nothing but pure joy here, a bliss too potent to possibly resist.
"Commander," Belfast coos, pleading, bucking, giving up to the pleasure. Her hips press back hard against you, and with an eager gasp of ecstasy you shove forward, unraveling with joy and bliss through the pleasure of cumming deep inside her, buried deep inside her as you pump her full, her inner walls milking your cock and pleading for more. It's an exquisite madness, one that keeps pulling you into the pleasure, keeps urging you deeper. You fill her, groaning and shuddering and letting yourself melt into the relief and the hunger of giving your most up to this moment.
Everything draws to a shaky stop as you hold yourself inside her, breath tight as you shift about, not sure how to proceed on next through al these commotions, but you don't let go of her, remaining sense and shaky as you hold on firm and let the lingering afterglow hold you.
"Do you feel better now?' the girls ask in unison. Belfast turns her head back to look at you, shifting away so you can see Enterprise staring at you too.
"I do," you say, groaning in sweet delight and drawing slowly back. "I feel too good, maybe. You've given me so much confidence that I don't know what I can do with myself now but keep having sex with my beautiful wives until the sun comes up."