“I love your warmth, Commander.” Trony whispered as she cuddled closer beneath the blanket we were sharing in her bed, the lights and sounds of her friends gaming mere feet away from us. Elegg had done a clever play of distracting Trony’s new friends with the new DLC of Final Mission Online, as it meant the hardcore gamers would be solely focused on the screen before them and would allow Trony the time she needed to warm up to socialising.
“Anything for you, darling.” I whispered back, giving her a kiss atop her head, vague concern manifesting as I paid attention to the chatter of Raid Leader ‘Psychopomp’ Exia. Unsurprising to anyone who played with the FMO obsessed Nikke, she had already dragged ‘BoomGuy’ Elegg and ‘BlackRose’ Maiden into the latest raid, and were already making terrifying progress into said raid.
The fact Exia could do that with only one tank and two DPS was terrifying, but as with all raids, this was only the first phase, and the subsequent phase would require more people, especially Exia’s protégé Healer.
“Anything?”
“Within my power and that doesn’t require us leaving our friends, yes.” I doubt she wanted me to escort her away, as the socially anxious Nikke wouldn’t be so snugly if she planned on leaving, but it didn’t hurt to start enforcing some boundaries for future requests.
Unlike a certain Boom obsessed Nikke, I reckoned I could trust Trony to not ask anything outrageous of me, but she still did need to learn to tolerate some Nikke, and this group was the best chance she had of developing enough social skills to not rely solely on Elegg or I, on the rare chance either of us weren’t with the reclusive Nikke.
She shifted, and her hand slipped under my shirt, as she hugged me tight.
“I want a reward.”
Ever since Elegg and I had ‘redeemed a dastardly villain’, Trony craved some form of skinship when Elegg and I were alone with her.
“It might be awkward, but we don’t have to leave for it.”
“For not leaving despite the embarrassing stuff the others witnessed?”
“Mmm.” Was all I got as Trony buried her face into my chest, the heat from her blushing face being all I needed to know I was right.
From what Elegg had told me, prior to everyone else arriving, Trony had been watching one of her favourite episodes of Ark Rangers, featuring her favourite of the superheroes: The Black Ark Ranger.
She’d been reciting the line sin time to the show, posing one of her Black Ark Ranger figurines as she delivered each line.
…which was exactly when Elegg and company had made their presence known, leading to the Trony bundle I was now ensconced in, as upon my arrival, Elegg had directed my attention to said ball of blanket and Nikke, to which the hermit had pulled me into as she wants ‘cuddles’.
“Darling, none of these fucking nerds are going to make fun of you.” I quietly laughed, while petting her hair.
“Once you are more comfortable with them, I can show you some videos of the embarrassing things they each get up to.”
“Can I touch you?” Trony was quick to change the subject, which was understandable as she wasn’t used to having to face this sort of social thing head on.
I gave her another kiss on the head.
“Darling, you’re already touching me.”
I felt her hand slide down my stomach, and rest upon the band of my underwear, before bravely pushing a bit further down, her fingers dancing atop the small forest of pubes beneath my underwear.
“I want to touch you.”
I expected this sort of behaviour when it was just us and Elegg, but actually trying something like this when people she wasn’t sure about were in the room was quite the ask from Trony.
Not saying a word, I tiled the small hermit’s head up, and kissed her on the lips, tongue making its intent known as it insisted upon her lips, before her own replied in kind. Reaching behind her, I grabbed her by the ass, and pushed her crotch hard against my thigh, damp heat telling me all I needed to know.
Breaking free of a kiss that Trony was very eager to keep going, I used my free hand to pull my underwear down enough for my cock to be freed, and guided her hand to it, cock already hard and willing by the time I had her wrap her fingers around my girth.
“If you can keep quiet, you can do whatever you want. You’ve been such a good girl today.”
The desperate moan she tried to unleash upon being called a good girl would have immediately had us caught, if I hadn’t quickly forced my tongue back in her mouth, her airy moan mine and mine alone, her hand anchored on my shoulder gripping my shirt, my thigh now noticeably damp as my words pushed her to her first of possible many small orgasms..
Unlike her squadmate, Trony was very easy to get off, and as she had a smaller stature with smaller assets, there wasn’t much she could comfortably do to get me off, so she had come to love giving me handjobs while rubbing against me.
And unlike other Nikke with a build similar to hers, Trony had yet to work up the courage to talk to Mary to have certain settings on her body adjusted to allow her to properly enjoy insertions.
“You gotta keep quiet, Darling. Otherwise you’ll have to share.” I purred, as Trony’s hand slowly and lazily moved up and down my shaft, pausing every now and then at the tip to gather my own desire and slick her object of desire.
“Mine~.” She moaned, watching me writhe beneath her lazy handjob. A lot of Nikke tried to go for quantity, whereas Trony seemed to prefer one large orgasm that made cuddling afterwards feel like the best idea in the world.
“Yes, Darling.” I whispered, kissing down her neck and doing my damnedest to leave a small love mark on her throat. “Until they interrupt, I’m all yours.”
“Halfway mark.” Exia called out, guiding her new raiders, the momentary thrill of thinking maybe she had caught us causing my cock to throb in Trony’s hands. She must’ve felt similar, as Trony’s hand stopped and her thighs gripped tight on mine as ecstasy washed through her and began to drip down my thigh.
“Is this all you want, Darling?” I carefully asked as I breathed out slowly, doing what I could to control my own need to cum. For most of the others, I let them dictate the pace until I felt the need to assert control came over me, but seeing the look of adoration Trony wore as she slowly but surely worked my cock to it’s lazy yet explosive finish made me want to let the hermit do as she pleased.
….within reason, atleast.
And if I ever feel the need to dominate a Nikke, I have a more fun target within reach.
Elegg was normally a brat when she initiated sex, but she turned into submissive putty if she knew I’d been servicing Trony first. And until Trony was more confident about herself (and had visited Mary), she could wait to experience that type of carnal delight.
“I want a Sandwich tonight.” She moaned quietly, another orgasm approaching as her hand went from lazy to a faster stroke, her breathing becoming quietly ragged.
“Sandwich, or sandwich?” She could just mean food, as both members of the Electric Shock Squad were avid inventors, and could go hours without realising they hadn’t eaten.
But Sandwich was also her hornyspeak for a certain service.
“Twenty percent left, keep up the assault!” Came Elegg’s timely response to the raid situation, Exia’s new raid team apparently meeting her standards.
Most FMO raids required a minimum of six players for most encounters, so the fact they were managing with only three was either a sign of the skills of everyone not involving in jacking me off, or an inherent flaw in the raid.
But given how I wasn’t hearing any scathing remarks from Exia, it was probably the former.
“Sandwich, with Commander filling.” Trony purred, her hand now focusing on the crown, fast and insistent strokes masterfully done to ensure that when I came, I would cum hard, occasionally ducking down to fondle and squeeze my balls.
And what she was suggesting was helping ensure I wouldn’t last much longer.
“Five percent! Beware of instakill attacks!” Came Maiden’s calls, skilled tank that she was.
“Only if you try and play with the others.” I agreed, my own breathing now fast and ragged.
A Sandwich was typically a sleeping arrangement where Elegg and I sleep nude and kept Trony warm in a snugglepile of warmth and love.
They weren’t inherently sexual, but as Elegg was a brat who couldn’t resist an easy target, and I was always eager to indulge in the wants of the Nikke under my command, they often turned into lazy masturbation sessions.
But those were when Trony was the ‘filling’.
Very rarely, Trony asked for Elegg to be the filling, which meant she wanted to watch Elegg have her brains fucked out and get off on watching me fuck her bestie.
So the thought of ‘Commander’ filling brought me right to the edge, as my mind was awash with perverted ideas of what Trony and Elegg might do to me sandwiched between them.
“Phase One done, Woo!” cheered the three unaware Nikke, as Trony’s hand formed a tight hole, before stroking down to the base, my cum vein pulsing hard against her fingers as cum erupted from my cock.
Knowing I wouldn’t be able to contain my own moan, I ducked under the blanket and latched on to the side of Trony’s neck, forcing my moan into a love bite that would be bright red on the pale hermit’s skin, her legs now crushing my thighs as a bigger orgasm ran through her, Trony following my example and latching on to the exposed side of my neck to stifle her own moans.
She was quick to time her next hand movement with each pulse of cum, ensuring that if not for the blanket, my cumshots would be making a mess of the room’s walls and even possibly hitting the ceiling.
Our mutual orgasms finally subsided, hickeys now painfully apparent on both our necks, as we rested against each other to bask in the glow of our orgasms.
“Commander?” came a call from outside the blanket, our orgasmic haze and the fact the voice was muffled causing both Trony and I to flinch, as seemingly neither of us could place the voice.
“No sleeping on the job, we got games to play.”
Seizing on the opportunity presented, I fake yawned and pulled head out from beneath the blanket.
“Hmm?”
Elegg and Exia were looking at me expectantly, but there was a devilish glint to Elegg’s gaze. I had no doubt she had a good idea of what Trony and I had been up to, but Exia was too hyperfocused on the raid to realise it.
“No time to sleep! I need my Healer, and we need to start training Trony!” Exia stated, nothing but the raid on her mind.
“’kay. Lemme wake Trony up.” I mumbled, signalling to Elegg to quietly pass some fresh underwear for Trony to the vicinity of the messy blankets, before grabbing a handful of blanket to clean myself off as much as I could.
I was thankful that my pants were a noticeable dark shade, so Trony’s juices would be imperceptible unless someone touched that patch of fabric.
I felt a tug on my foot, as a hand full of fabric handed me its cargo, and I quickly stripped the recovering Nikke of her underwear and replaced it with a pain that didn’t smell like female arousal.
Giving the hermit a quick peck to help her return to reality, I filled her in on what was expected of her for raiding. And I promised that, no matter how the raid went, so long as she tried, she could have her Sandwich later.