Life was……weird now.
When I’d first been given command of Counters squad, there had been an understandable tension between the girls and I, a wet behind the ears rookie and the squad who didn’t know if their new Commander was yet another brute who would abuse power they didn’t deserve.
“…Coman…”
And I’d gotten Marian killed. Sure, she had absolved me as I pulled the trigger that ensured the Rapture’s code wouldn’t corrupt her, and the remaining two had agreed it was necessary.
Yet despite their assuages of my guilt and the trust I had since earned through my actions, I refuse to let that stain be washed away.
And even then, normality had been achieved.
“….mander….”
Despite everything, it was the dalliance of Anis and I that was throwing everything off.
Neon wasn’t avoiding me per se, but she refused to look me in the eyes, muttering about ‘needing to improve her understanding of firepower’, and unless she did something drastic, I’d decided to let her be. She was a future headache I could deal with, since it was the other two who had a more direct impact on my work life.
Anis seemed as if she couldn’t settle on whether she was a secret lover trying to arrange a rendezvous, or that I was a shame she refused to acknowledge. She would sneak in while I was busy with paperwork or on the phone with Andersan, doing what she could to tease and fluster me obviously in the hopes of something happening, yet something would spook her and for days afterwards she would avoid me.
“Commander.”
The rather pointed intonation broke me from my thoughts, as Rapi stood at attention beside me, command tablet at the ready with today’s assignments and plans. Anis might be lazy, and Neon might be a tad fanatical about weapons, but Rapi’s ‘quirk’ was that she was the consummate professional of the Squad.
She was the order to the unique brand of chaos the other two wrought, and I treasured how she could rein those two in.
“Sorry, Rapi. The painkillers are making me a tad melancholic.”
Which was true, given my recent escapade with Anis had ended with multiple fractures in my pelvis, a minor concussion and some severe spraining of my neck muscles.
Which didn’t make sense, since all I could recall prior to blacking out was Anis ruining said pelvis; nothing prior to that point had been too straining on my neck.
But given that the bed we’d been using showed two different break points in its frame, something had fallen and fucked my neck up.
Descending darkness before reality ceased….
“If you say so, Commander. Here are the day’s reports on the current status of the Outpost.”
Rapi was a fairly calm and collected Nikke, and if you hadn’t spent a good deal of time working with her, you easily could’ve missed the very subtle ways her emotions came through that stoic facade of hers.
And the way there was just that almost imperceptible something in the way she had said ‘If you say so’ was all the inkling I had that something was really irking Rapi.
Probably because the only reason I was on painkillers was because of the aforementioned rough sex with Anis.
“Are these……necessary?”
Beyond the Commander Center, the Outpost was a derelict mess. Some basic defences on one of the few direct lines to the Surface, and the potential to be a thriving area for those who needed to be away from the Government without being exiled to the Surface or the Outer Rim; which was concerning as to the fact we’d found no signs of any folks from the Outer Rim.
“You know as well as I do that unless we establish some routines, nothing will get done, which will help this work will go smoother when we get the Outpost up and running.” She was awfully close, slowly yet insistently pushing the tablet on to me.
She was right, as she often was. I was still green, as evidenced by how I’d gotten Mari—by how I’d fucked up our first mission. So while the stakes weren’t high, now was probably the best time to start undoing the flawed training of the Academy, and start learning how to command and manage an Outpost.
“Stop being right, I don’t like owing Anis any more soda.”
“Does that mean you owed her your body last time?” Rapi muttered as the pad was foisted on to me, the normally cool Nikke sounding frosty.
“Excuse me?”
Where was this coming from? As far as I knew, Anis was the only one who had actually been trying to start something with me, which made sense as she was the bluntest of my squad, and also the least subtle about her hints, which was quite a feat for a squad with Neon in it.
Our resident spy for Elysion was as subtle as the explosives she craved to emulate.
“Nothing, Commander.” Rapi now stood by the door of what Counters effectively referred to as the ‘Quiet Room’, which was where Rapi got most of her work done. It was little more than a glorified bunkroom, but so long as Anis and Neon didn’t mess with it, Rapi apparently tolerated a lot more of their shenanigans than most would believe.
…..it had also become the defacto room for my meetings as the official room was undergoing some repair works.
That probably explains the frayed ‘temper’.
“Must’ve been hearing things.” I wasn’t going to hound the poor Nikke about a little attitude, especially given I was using her wind down area.
“Mary says she’s trying a new prescription on me, so maybe thats why.”
“Mary too, huh?”
Okay, couldn’t let that slide. Jealousy of Anis was fine, as each of the Counters girls were close and any friction they could eventually heal with healthy discussions.
But bad mouthing innocent Nikke could lead to bad blood between Squads, and given that Seraphim was one of the few squads currently cleared to operate out here, we couldn’t afford that sort of relationship with a Medic Squad.
“That’s out of line.” I growled.
“Sorry, Commander.” Rapi acquiesced, losing some of that rigid formality as she pushed the door closed, and slide the deadbolt in place.
“Do you think my skirt is too short?”
I refused to look at my second in command, as this felt like a trick question. Anis wore hotpants, Neon had a skirt over what I assumed was a swimsuit beneath her outfit, and Rapi was somewhere between the two.
The ammo belts on her hips were the majority of her ‘skirt’, with excess fabric from her combat uniform covering her crotch and ass, held in place by grenade bandoliers hanging from said ammo belts and clipped to both strips of fabric.
Considering how if Rapi’s was still able to move normally in her shirt, where the ‘skirt’ fabric came from, I doubted the ‘skirt’ had shrunk.
“I don’t think so.”
“You won’t know unless you look.”
My ears were now burning red, as my brain and lower brain sent me conflicting reports on what Rapi meant.
The actual brain who was typically in charge was assuming Rapi was just asking a normal question to someone she trusted, or was testing to see if her Commander was actually a horndog now that they had laid a hand on a Nikke under their command.
The lower brain, which had now been justified in how it had reacted to Anis’ desires, was making the incredibly bold assumption Rapi wanted me.
“Commander, I need you to check.” Rapi asked, polite but firm.
“If you don’t, I’ll just have to assume you did this as some sort of perverted power play.”
Actual brain seemed to be right. Rapi didn’t have feelings for me; she probably just didn’t trust Anis or Neon to not be playing a prank on her.
…I also needed to clear up whatever Anis’ and I’s relationship is to her, because something about it was obviously irking Rapi.
“I would never do that, and if this has anything to do with what happened between Anis and I—“
My mouth stopped working at the heavenly sight before me.
Bent at the waist, arms entwined around her knees, sheer black panties dominated my view, the ‘skirt’ fabric doing nothing to block this sinful view. But aside from the blatant arousal I was now hiding with the Command Tablet, this sight seemed kind of familiar.
Yes, I do often get to see a similar sight out in the field when I’m commanding them to fight, but this was a full on view of all Rapi had to offer for whoever was lucky enough to earn her attention, and the black fan shape of her dark panties and her white skin was too familiar, as if I’d seen it somewhat recently.
Which made no sense, as outside of seeing Mary and Pepper in my hospital room, the only other Nikke contact I’d had had was Anis and Rapi before the incident.
“Has my skirt shrunk?” Rapi insisted, her arms now stopping their framing of her lovely ass and each grabbing the two bits of fabric that dangled pointlessly.
Why is the sight of Rapi’s panties burned into my head in such a weird way…
Too absorbed in my own thoughts, I said in the bluntest and unprofessional way possible, “Does it matter? That skirt ain’t doing what it should.”
I only realised what I said when Rapi was now standing over me, the camping stool I had been using allowing the Nikke to tower over me, her face intense with some emotions I could not figure out.
“…so you didn’t do it?”
I was so thankful that the Command Tablet was covering my arousal, because there was no way I would be able to hide it having to look up at Rapi through the valley of her cleavage.
“No?” The questioning tone of my response was less to whether I was innocent or not, but more as to why she thought I would.
“Has that happened to you before?”
Lost in her own thoughts, Rapi turned, her crotch in my face now being replaced with her toned ass, my lower position allowing to really appreciate how full of an ass it was.
I’m a little glad Anis and I never defined what we were…
If we had, I would almost definitely be getting in trouble right now.
“I’ve heard stories from other Squads.” She muttered, refusing to budge from what would be a compromising position if anyone happened to walk in.
“I recall Neon saying she had a similar incident, which is why she wears nylon…”
“But not to you?”
Rapi’s hair swished back and forth in a negative manner.
“The types of Commanders likely to do that seem to avoid me. One tried with Anis, but he was quick to back off after she did something….”
She stopped as she started to think about her squad mate, that strange intensity was back in her voice, “Which means that, if she let you fuck her like that…hard enough to break the bed….”
She was quick to turn back, her bountiful cheeks replaced by the sinful plumpness of her inner thighs, her hands now cradling my face, her eyes glowing red.
“She said I should take what I want, that I should put myself first for a change.”
“She?”
“And I know what I want.” While her firm grip on my face was slowly pulling it towards herself, there was the slightest tremble in her grip.
“What do you want?”
“I want you beneath me.”
“Then you’ve got what you wanted.” I whispered, as my breath tickled the goddessium flesh of her inner thighs. If she pulled me any closer, I’d taste the arousal that I was starting to smell.
While I still had some sense, I was quick to pass the Command Tablet to the nearby coffee table.
The red glow from her eyes died, her face deciding to copy the effect with a blush.
“I want more.”
When she didn’t make a further move, I recalled a very important thing about Nikke: they couldn’t make the first move. Programming to ensure the superior gynoids couldn’t just dominate their human masters.
“You should tell me what you want, otherwise I won’t know what to do.” I lied, forcing Rapi to confess her desires. Unlike Anis and Neon, who were so painfully honest about what they desired each and every moment, Rapi needed to learn that if she wanted something of this nature to me, she should emulate her squadmates.
“Pull my unitard to the side.”
And I did, grabbing the material just above where her clit was and pulling up slightly, ensuring the fabric pulled against her pussy. It caught in her lips, and I had to use the hand supporting her ass to reach back and free it from the needy prison, the finger I used glistening as it went back to holding her ass in place, neatly trimmed brown pubes teasing through the parted fabric.
“Kiss my thighs.”
That caught me off guard. Anis had wanted me to very quickly just get it started, but apparently the more reserved Nikke preferred a bit of foreplay?
Well, a Goddess should be worshipped, and where else to worship then the temple of her body?
I started slow on her left thigh, using my hand on her ass to pull her close; soft tender kisses as I trailed up her thigh, inching closer and closer before changing thighs and tactics.
Whereas her left thigh received a tender treatment, her right thigh deserved a little more of a rough treatment, tender kisses becoming nibbles and love bites as I was determined to leave evidence of my passing.
I couldn’t help but be amused by the fact that while there was no way my meagre human teeth could even hope to damage the goddessium flesh of a Nikke, it was because of their own unconscious desire to ‘be as human as possible’ that the psychosomatic material ‘allowed’ me to ‘mark’ the beautiful white thigh beneath my lip.
Rapi moaned, and the thigh went horizontal from its vertical position, as her knee now lightly rested on my shoulder, giving me both easier access to more of her thigh to mark and claim as mine, while also allowing her feminine need to slowly make itself known, a tiny river starting to meander down the thigh I had started on and made super sensitive with my tender worshipping.
But as I neared our mutual goal, her desire doing everything it could to convince my cock to take control, I paused, using my ragged breathing to tease her pussy as I refused to do anything more.
I felt her knee tense on my shoulder, as if struggling between wanting to push my mouth on to her pussy and tonguefuck her to bliss, and not wanting to force her desire upon me.
Finally, she seemed to reach a decision.
“Eat me out and make me cum, handsome~.” She commanded, her voice sounding as if someone else was speaking in sync with her, her eyes blazing with that strange red energy as she pushed herself forward, her pussy now rubbing against my mouth, my tongue eager to acquaint itself with her depths as her wild red bush was now all I could see as Rapi was now effectively sat atop my face, leaning herself against the wall.
….wait, red pubic hair? Rapi’s a brunette, and her carpet definitely matched the drapes a few minutes ago.
As her riding became more aggressive, threatening my neck and lower back as she unintentionally bore down on my seated form, I did what I could to get my hands into positions that could do something to help alleviate it.
Unlike Anis, whose sexual nectar had been intensely sweet, Rapi’s natural lubricant tasted……weird, as if someone had mixed something akin to a ‘generic taste of sexual arousal’ with ‘nostalgia’, the strange mix of taste swirling and changing depending on where my tongue probed.
As I cupped her ass, something felt off. Rapi’s ass was nice and toned, but something about the cheek I was supporting was more……fuller than what I had been grabbing earlier, and my free hand went to support the Nikke knee that was currently the only thing stopping my neck from snapping, and it felt……slimmer than the ones I had been kissing and marking earlier.
Feeling daring and stupid as I needed what little relief I could get from the crushing weight of the gynoid, I moved the hand supporting her thigh up and started to grope a fairly substantial chest.
While I had yet to touch Rapi’s chest, the volume of titflesh I stumbled upon was definitely more than the combat unitard had been hiding.
“Mmmm, just like that, handsome. We’re almost there~.”
We?
I mean, I was definitely fucking aroused, and getting Rapi off would ensure I would be close to my own orgasm.
…but I wasn’t there yet. So who was this ‘we’?
With a hard grope of the new bounty that apparently awaited the rest of our counselling session, I used that hand to push against the weight pushing my back into a position that would ensure nothing bellow my waist would ever work again, and was quick to force two fingers from the hand previously supporting her into her cunt, alternating the assault of my tongue with quick thrusts of said fingers.
“Yes, handsome. Make us cum just like that~. Make us cum~!”
“Make us cum, Commander. We really need this.”
Before I had time to parse the strange way Rapi was somehow making two voices at once, the room shook explosively, a loud BOOM! all the indication we both got as to what was happening.
The stool I was being crushed between finally gave as one leg snapped, Rapi and I tumbling to the floor.
I was quick to pull myself off the floor, indecisive as to what required my attention first. An explosion at the outpost was a big priority, one that needed both of our attention. But given how we were being intimate, and something about the act held a lot of meaning for Rapi, I couldn’t just leave her after I’d been tongue-deep in her just seconds ago.
However, given as no alarms were being raised, I made the call.
“Rapi, you okay?”
Rapi was lying on her back spreadeagle, arm covering her face as she was apparently muttering something, the strange red glow and strange changes to her body that I thought I had felt gone.
“Rapi?”
“…I’m fine, Commander. Go get Anis and Neon, and see what the commotion is. I’ll be out once I’ve cleaned myself off.”
“You sure?”
She moved her arm so I could see her beautiful face, and she gave me a strained smile.
“I am asking you to do so, Commander.”
Laughing, I nodded and exited.
….and I was not prepared for what I found.
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As the Commander ran off to find the rest of Counters, Rapi ignored whatever was happening out there for a little bit.
Neither Anis nor Neon had come running, or tried to contact either her or the Commander via comms, which meant one of her two beloved idiots had done something on accident.
Given that it had been an explosion that had shook the whole building, Rapi figured it was probably Neon.
“Only Neon would use actual firepower for her ridiculous ideas.”
Wasn’t the only thing that got to explode~. Came the pervy yet satisfied voice in her head.
“I thought you said I should get to have my first time to myself?” Rapi sulked, as she slowly pulled herself up, grabbed a towel and began to clean the arousal from her thighs.
As the somewhat coarse material hit her right thigh, a quiet moan was all she was capable of, the sensitive skin not quite having caught up to the fact that the Commander was no longer here and that her desire needed to be put aside until later.
Yeah, that was the plan. The voice agreed, before purring with it’s own desire.
But once they started biting on our thigh, I kinda lost myself in the fantasy of one of the BDSM books a friend let me borrow a while back, so I didn’t quite mean to share.
Rapi sighed, and couldn’t blame the incorporeal Nikke sharing her body. Red Hood could only sit and watch, and wait until Rapi could find someone to trust, before she could allow herself to be satisfied.
And even then, Rapi would need to ensure she could trust her partner before she realised the truth of what Rapi and Red Hood were.
Sensing Rapi was thinking herself into a negative spiral again, Red Hood spoke up again.
Anyway, sweetie, that wasn’t your first time.
“What?”
Dunno if its changed much since my time, but a ‘first time’ is usually a cunt being penetrated by a cock.
“Well….that helps, I think.” Rapi said, unsure of what emotions Red Hood’s answer was trying to calm.
“Doesn’t help that the Commander probably won’t want to try again, given how we almost broke their back.”
The sudden and intense scoff from Red Hood confused Rapi.
Oh sweetie, judging by the bulge threatening to break those combat shorts, the only thing stopping him from fucking your brains out was the fact something literally exploded.
Rapi blushed, thankful her towel was currently between her legs as a new wave of desire drenched it.
Your Commander is head over heels for you, they were just waiting for you to make the first move.
Before Rapi could say anything, her Comms began to ring, and she was quick to answer.
There was only three people likely to call her at the moment, and any of them would be a priority right now.
“Rapi, can you call Mary in?” Her Commander asked, tired exasperation evident in their tone.
“Whose hurt?”
The Commander wouldn’t ask for Marian if it wasn’t serious, which meant that blast might be something she needed to worry about.
“Neon, possib–”
Cutting the commander off, a huffy Neon could be heard, “I’m fine!”, before the typical wrestling noises of Anis trying to keep the firepower-obsessed Nikke from moving.
“Due to a chain of events I’ll explain later, Neon had a grenade between her legs and it exploded. I can’t see any injuries, but as I’m not authorised to check delicate areas of Nikke, I need Mary to give her a once over.”
Rapi just did what she did best when it came to her squadmates: accepted the chaos and would deal with it later.
“Cutting Comms so I can call her, Commander.”
“Understood.”
There was a pause, before a significantly quieter reply, “Rapi, if you’d like to continue our ‘discussion’ from earlier, please come visit me for a debriefing later tonight.”
“…..Mhm.” was all a flustered Rapi could manage, as she cut the comms.
Rapi sent a quick and concise message to the leader of Seraphim squad, before she began her work.
The smugness radiating off of the Nikke possessing her should grate on her nerves, if not for the fact Rapi was already working on ensuring The Commander would not be disturbed for the rest of the night, and that their morning would allow Rapi to get all she wanted from her first time.
Anis had gotten an intense fucking, so Rapi was going to get what she knew she deserved.
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Enjoying the cool afternoon breeze on my flushed skin, and very thankful my erection was no longer standing at attention, I gazed upon the smoking crater of a training area that Neon normally used for her ‘Firepower’ experiments.
Looking at the other members of Counters, I was utterly perplexed by the behaviour of the younger Nikke: Neon and Anis were the known forces of chaos on the base, and their pranks were not an uncommon sight.
Yet Neon had been very careful to never mix her fanatical obsession with firepower, with her need to mess with myself and Anis.
“So, why was a grenade between your legs?” I tired asked the restrained gynoid, blatantly ignoring the weird faces Anis was making. I figured Anis was involved somehow, but unlike with their pranks, I got the feeling this had been something unintentional.
“I wanted to feel a pleasant blast between my legs, so I thought a frag grenade would be my best bet.”
I sighed, blinked rapidly as I attempted to process the ridiculous sentence I had just heard, before denying Anis’ obvious desire to not be interrogated.
“Why was a grenade between her legs?”
“….we were talking about sex.”
“Okay. And?”
“So Neon asked me what an orgasm caused by you felt like.”
Okay, I was piecing the logic together, but the leap of logic from orgasm to grenade was still eluding me.
“So I said it felt kinda like a hot warmth suddenly blossoming in the pit of your stomach, shooting outwards to fully envelop you.”
“And I said it kind of how like when a High Explosive goes off near you!” Neon chimed in, having regained her energy and continued to struggle against being pinned beneath Anis’ body.
Anis pulled a confused face, matching her tone, “And I said, ‘kinda, I guess?’, to which she just bolted out of the room.”
Hearing the sound of a vehicle pulling up, and hearing Neon’s frustrated sigh, Anis let go of the Nikke who had just accepted her fate.
“Didn’t think she would do this, of all things.”
Waving Mary and her helpers over, stretcher rolling towards us, I sighed.
“Yeah, fucking a grenade isn’t the sort of thing anyone would expect.”