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Elena couldn’t restrain a quiet little “eep” as she pressed back against the wall of the Brigand’s kitchen- it was quiet, the late hour meaning most sailors didn’t have any reason to run up here for food. Which meant it was just her and the tall, impressive figure of Chief Victualer Logia Minardo’s arm by her head, trapping her against the wall and looking down at her with a fond, gentle smile.
“So, princess comrade, mind repeating that request one more time?”
Her voice was soft and low, making Elena’s heart skip a beat. She’d arrived, a bit sweaty from a short sparring session with Marina (it was easier to use the hangar for the exercises Marina taught when there weren’t sailors milling around), for a late-night snack. Minardo had been in the process of cleaning up and prepping the kitchen for the morning shift, so Elena was more than happy to lend a helping hand. And perhaps make a few… leading comments about her interest in how Minardo stayed so fit.
“Ah- Well, comrade, I just wanted to inquire if you’d like…. Work up… a sweat together… sometime?” Elena spoke haltingly, managing an awkward smile.
Minardo was quiet for a few long moments, enough that Elena felt her desires moments away from being crushed. Before she heard a soft, gentle shift, that lovely wavy black hair falling free of Minardo’s cap as the woman pulled it off and leaned in, meeting Elena’s parted lips in a gentle peck. Elena felt her cheeks heat up, heart pounding as she closed her eyes, savoring the sensation and taste of the older woman’s lipstick.
Minardo’s lips gently parted from her own, the woman’s gaze serious and solemn enough to make Elena straighten her back.
“Now, Elena- I want you to be mature about this. You’re a comrade, and one I care a great deal about. So that means there’s some expectations for behavior and as the more experienced one, I-”
Elena was listening, but the sensation of Minardo’s rather firm bicep and elbow against the wall by her shoulder was calling to her- keeping her eyes on Minardo as she leaned against it, cheek brushing the firm muscles and planting a very light kiss to the woman’s inner arm.
Minardo’s sentence ground to a halt, an expression of disbelief on the cook’s face as she pursed her lips, chuckling a bit to herself.
“Fine, fine- I trust you. I suppose that can wait for later.”
Minardo leaned back in, Elena hungrily meeting her lips and lifting her arms, letting them loosely wrap around the firm neck of the older woman. The sensation of Minardo’s tongue exploring, shamelessly pressing between Elena’s lips and drawing a quiet whimper from the elf. Her own tongue met Minardo’s, the sensation of Minardo’s strength and unwavering form carrying over to her kisses- Elena felt like her ears were glowing in the low light of the backroom of the kitchen.
After a few more moments of the kiss, Minardo pulled away and Elena’s soft, uneven gasps became audible through her slack jaw. The older woman had a serious expression on her face, raising an eyebrow.
“You alright?”
“Mhm…..” Elena managed to nod, unsteadily lifting her hands to begin undoing the buttons of her Treasure Box Transports uniform, jacket already slipping off her shoulders, falling in a heap on the floor as she let her top fall atop it. Giving Minardo an eyeful of Elena’s rather out-of-place silky black bra of a much nicer make than the utilitarian synthetic material of the uniform. Her face became bemused, as if she was immediately getting some ideas about Elena that the younger girl hurried to snuff out,
“I-I didn’t wear this specifically for you! Or anything! Um. Marina bought me my clothes and underwear while I was still undercover. And… I-I didn’t like the way the TBT underwear felt as much…”
Elena felt her excuse didn’t feel like as much of a save as she’d expected, Logia’s expression becoming far more intrigued, even as her arm finally lowered from where it was braced, both of her large, olive hands gently placed beneath Elena’s bust, over her ribs. Elena shivered, the sensation of the complete care that those large (God, her hands were large-) powerful hands wielded as they slipped beneath her bra, the gentle, exploratory touches provoking some more soft sounds from the young proletarian.
Minardo shifted, falling to one knee- becoming closer to eye level with Elena, giving her a wink, before leaning down further. And then came the sensation of her lips pressing through the fabric of her bra, drawing out a surprised little gasp from Elena. Continued kisses and touches made Elena arch her back into the gentle attention to her nipples, breaths quickening.
Slowly, Elena’s bra was pushed up, the direct feeling of Minardo’s practiced lips and tongue on her chest drawing louder noises from Elena, heart pounding in her chest. She was sure Minardo could feel the heat thrumming under her skin. The heat of the older woman’s body, the unwavering attentions even as Elena pressed her chest forward, the press of Minardo’s tongue against her nipple bringing out needier and less composed sounds from Elena.
“Mphm…M-minardo…that’s…” She gasped out, desperate for some momentary reprieve. She got it, Minardo pulling away, Elena’s chest visibly dotted with smears of lipstick from the kisses. She stood back up, beginning to remove her own top.
Elena wasted no time in returning the favor- leaning in, hands running over the far more muscular stomach of the older woman. Her lips pressing into the firm abdominal muscles between her uneven breaths, the unshakeable posture of Minardo never wavering, even as Elena’s tongue pressed against the exposed, olive-toned skin, feeling the slight motion from Minardo’s breathing. Elena’s attentions continued upwards, tracing the firm figure up over Minardo’s ribs, hands savoring the touch and closeness she’d often fantasized about.
Fingers following the shape of the mature musculature before her, Elena’s lips varying soft and deep kisses, her lack of lipstick to indicate where she’d kissed leading her to double back a few times- eventually recognizing the familiar curve of the abs she kissed over. Finally letting her searching kisses and hands drift upwards, savoring the first audible hitch in Minardo’s breath as the much softer sensation of her breasts filled Elena’s palms, lips parting for a few breaths, Elena’s gaze drifting upwards.
Minardo had an arm lifted, her other buried in Elena’s hair, gently digging her fingers in against Elena’s scalp. Her free hand was pressed over her mouth, to quiet more sounds- and to hide a bit of the rather visible flush on her dark skin, visible even in the low light of the kitchen. Elena couldn’t contain a pleased smile, a few gentle kisses to Minardo’s chest all it took for the older woman to let out a quiet gasp of her own, clearing her throat.
“T-that’s enough of that.”
Elena gave a teasingly exaggerated frown, tilting her head. “What? But I’m getting to see such a cute side of you! Isn’t that- eep!”
Minardo had interrupted her with a light tug at Elena’s hair, eyes closed as she took a moment to recenter herself, a smile on her face.
“Now, now. I’m going to show you a good enough time that you don’t worry about that anymore, Elena.”
The intent with which she said it made Elena bite her lip- standing a bit straighter in reaction to the declaration. Minardo released Elena’s hair, hands sliding down the elven woman’s pale, soft sides as Elena struggled to undo her pants. Finally, she managed to unzip them, not even getting a chance to tug them down past her knees as Minardo gripped her hips, squealing out as she was, with ease, lifted off the floor and braced against the wall.
“Minardo!?”
There was silence as Minardo adjusted Elena’s position, letting the younger woman’s legs drape over her shoulders, arms wrapped around the younger woman’s soft, plump thighs while she gently spread them apart. Elena felt her flush renew, the instinctive urge to close her legs met with the unshakeable steel grip of ‘The Human Stronghold’.
Logia Minardo glanced up, giving Elena a devilish smile as, ever so carefully, she bit down on girl’s panties and tugged them to the side. Elena felt as if the tips of her ears were glowing in the dark, breath catching in her chest as Minardo got an eyeful of how eager Elena had become.
There were no more words from either of them after that.
Minardo’s lips met Elena’s cunt, wasting no time tasting her- tongue parting Elena’s folds and drawing wordless moans of pleasure from the proletarian, Elena’s legs locking around Minardo’s neck. An urge to buck her hips, to move and press herself against Minardo’s tongue as it explored her most intimate place- was completely halted, Minardo’s grip on her thighs never faltering. Elena held and pinned against the wall, incapable of doing anything but moaning out, tangling her fingers in Minardo’s hair.
Her moans continued to grow in volume as Minardo’s attentions continued, pressing her tongue deeper inside of Elena, tasting all of her as Elena orgasmed, the elves vision becoming hazier, slumped forward as much as the position would allow. The momentary feeling of Minardo’s tonguefucking ceasing felt like a chance to finally relax, to come down from her orgasm and relax- before a loud gasp from the pressure of Minardo’s tongue against her clit sent a bolt of pleasure through her body.
Her fingers dug into Minardo’s hair, barely able to see straight as her body twitched and pulsed around Minardo’s unceasing attack, Elena’s moans gradually going softer and less focused as she rocked through orgasm after orgasm. A cloudy warmth filled her body, arms shaking from the sensation and heat she felt, the sight of her cum having smeared Minardo’s make-up barely able to be internalized as the iron grip finally lessened.
Even lowered to the ground gently, Elena felt as if she could hardly stand straight, legs wobbling, stumbling into Minardo’s arms. The mature cook wiped her face clean, giving a warm smile to the elf girl held in her arms, lifting her back up.
“C’mon, you look like you need to lay down for a bit with a kind older woman~ Then we can talk some more, alright? Comrade?”
Elena gave a soft, worn-out nod, leaning her head into Minardo’s chest, drifting in and out of consciousness as she felt the cook pull her jacket back over her shoulders, a pleasant little smile on the elf girls face.
