The Siren War: Chapter 49 (NSFW)

"And one day she just appeared! Brooklyn, Cassin and I went out to  meet her but she didn't want to fight. She just said she'd been very  bored."

"That still doesn't explain how she found us or why her shard isn't  corrupted," Thorson muttered, speaking with Yamashiro as they ascended  the stairs to the dormitories together. Shigure was the subject of  conversation.

"She and I have always been close friends, tono-sama," the shrine  maiden clarified. "Though I have no idea what she meant when she said  she smelled her way here. That girl has always been difficult to  control, like her sister Yuudachi. I hope she will not give you much  trouble."

"Pennsylvania seems to have wrangled the white dog fairly easily, but  consider your warning noted, Yamashiro. I won't say no to more escort  ships assuming she can fight. Can she?" He wondered.

"I believe you will find her to be Yuudachi's equal, tono-sama. But  for tonight maybe it's best that we take an hour or two to not think  about the war?"

"Yamashiro…"

"Tono-sama," she sighed, leaning against him and taking his hand. "It  is hard to imagine how you are still so stressed after having slept  with both Pennsylvania and Arizona."

Thorson looked over at her silently as his shoulders fell. She  giggled softly. "I do not mind, tono-sama. We have already been over all  of this together. It does not mean I do not want my turn. It does not  mean I don't want to comfort you…or serve you, if that is your wish,"  she finished in a whisper.

"I don't need-"

"You do…tono-sama," Yamashiro insisted in her ever-gentle nature.  Thorson scowled and inhaled deeply, a breath full of humid, warm air.  She clasped her hands in front of her, suddenly reserved. "I'm sorry,  tono-sama."

"How many men are out there fighting for the Union who don't have a  woman like you to hold them after every sortie? All of them. I'm not  special," he insisted.

"You are special to me," Yamashiro said softly, looking over at him.  With her eyes off the stairs her sandals caught the last step. Thorson's  presence saved her from a full spill onto the concrete, his hand  shooting out to take her around the arm and arrest her fall. She smiled  broadly as he helped her steady herself, the newly finished and  decorated Sakura dormitories now fully visible off to their right.  Akashi had installed more lanterns, decorative sculptures hewn from  stone, and bamboo. "And how many of those men are also fighting the  sirens, tono-sama?" Yamashiro wondered.

"I still-"

"I love you, tono-sama. Who you choose to fight does not change that.  You saved Fusou-nee, and you saved me. I would like to do something for  you tonight because I love you. That is all," Yamashiro explained,  flipping her short hair behind her head and taking his hand. He caught a  whiff of sakura blossoms.

"Just let me make a couple stops on the way," he conceded, taking a  left after they removed their shoes at the entrance to the building. A  multitude of footwear could be seen there, indications of a thriving  fleet. Walking down the hallway and then making a right, Thorson came to  the central portion of the dormitory, with rooms on his left and the  open central courtyard to his right. The first stop was a small bedroom.  When Thorson opened the door the occupant scrambled to his feet. The  Commander held his tongue and forced down the word 'boy'.

"Yes sir?" Frederick Miles asked, saluting him. Thorson nodded curtly but didn't return the gesture.

"Be sure to avail yourself of the new facilities here. I won't tolerate uncleanliness from anyone on this base."

"But sir-"

"Is there a problem, Mr. Miles?" Thorson demanded.

"The…the shipgirls sir-"

"Will not be using the men's room, I presume?" Thorson cut him off.  "Besides, from what I hear the entire place is communal bathing. Neither  of us stands a chance," he admitted with a rueful smirk. Fredrick's  mouth dropped open as he realized Thorson was giving him permission to  use the onsen that was now forbidden to the rest of Stevens' fleet. 

"I…but sir, you said-

"I know what I said, Miles. And I know that if you try anything those  ships won't let you leave that onsen alive. I don't need to trust you,"  the Commander explained. "So long as Shiratsuyu is satisfied with your  performance…"

"Yes sir. Thank you, sir!" Miles saluted. Unable to quite bring  himself to say 'you're welcome', Thorson opted to return it instead,  leaving without another word.

Unlike Brooklyn, Yamashiro had nothing to say about his treatment of  the young man, good or bad. She simply followed along politely as they  stepped next door, the sky above slowly changing to the hues of dusk.  Pennsylvania and Arizona stood with guns drawn on either side of a set  of double sliding doors, left open so that the occupants of the room  could be watched at all times. Naka and Jintsuu were well taken care of  for prisoners, set up in an unremarkable but furnished double room with a  couple of futons, a simple low table, some cushions, drawers, and a  handful of other necessities. Thorson met their eyes as they glanced up  to evaluate the disturbance that had obstructed the outside light. "Any  issues here?" Thorson asked of his battleships.

"None, sir. The night shifts have already been decided as well,"  Pennsylvania reported. "We'll find you if something occurs. You're  heading back?" She gestured in the direction of the onsen with her head.  

"Oh you'll just love it!" Arizona exclaimed sweetly. "Akashi and the  rest really outdid themselves. Maybe we'll see you there later?"

It was impossible for Thorson to miss the subtle implications in her voice. It had Penny shaking her head. "Ari…"

"You got to be flagship for an operation, sister. The rest of us need  to make up for lost time," she explained with an innocent smile on her  face.

"Well, good luck to your pelvis," Pennsylvania joked, earning a gasp  from Yamashiro and a snort from Arizona. The younger sister met  Yamashiro's eyes.

"Going to 'take care' of our dear Commander?" She asked.

"Arizona!" Thorson and Penny interjected while Yamashiro developed a  shy countenance, clearly intending more than just a tour with Thorson. 

"It's nothing. I was just making sure he'll be relaxed and cared for  in our absence, sister," Arizona explained, earning a roll of Penny's  bright green eyes.

"Yeah yeah, best get going Commander; before these two have an  aneurysm," Pennsylvania gestured to the prisoners who looked most  uncomfortable. "I'll stay here and educate my baby sister on  proper decorum for a woman who's had sex and knows she doesn't have to  beg for it." Thorson nodded and tried to keep his face neutral, knowing  that he was the cause of such a dynamic. All he could do was take things  back to the matters of war.

"Like I said, if anything-"

"Goes wrong we'll come to you. We're armed and on home turf. It's  alright sir," Arizona assured him. "We have rigging and we'll be  vigilant."

"Thank you both," Thorson replied stiffly, unable to come up with any  other distractions. Yamashiro took him gently by the arm and they began  walking the final stretch to the onsen.

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"She did a bang up job, I'll give her that," Thorson admitted,  storing his clothing in one of the many square wooden cubbies that  rested against the inner, white-washed clay walls of the bathroom. To  his back was the bamboo palisade that encircled the entirety of the  onsen, and around him was the rest of the men's room. The floor was  actually made of smooth bamboo trunks that allowed water from the many  showers and two unheated baths to drain easily below the structure.  Thorson was pleased to discover that the showerheads contained hot water  as well, but the small spacing between them reminded him of basic  training. The space had obviously been designed with visits by Stevens'  fleet or others in mind, and with the aim of quickly cleansing the body  before soaking in whatever awaited him outside. Thorson took a deep  breath as water dripped from his hair and body, wrapping a coarse but  thick towel around his waist. Akashi had been insistent at dinner that  only towels or naked bodies were permitted in her onsen, for the sake of  both tradition and maintenance. "Doesn't make it any easier," he  muttered, more than able to hear the din of female voices through the  open doorway to his right. Only the thought of Yamashiro's disappointed  face kept him from retreating to the left, from whence he'd come. With  only his dog tags and a towel adorning his body, Thorson steeled himself  and walked across the bamboo to finally step onto smooth shale and the  onsen beyond. "Wow," he let slip.

The area before him was vast, with a pool longer than it was wide  spanning out in front of him and dominating the space with steam, clear  water, hewn rock borders, and many naked or towel-clad shipgirls. A  couple of catcalls and hollers came his way as he glanced to his right,  finding a large, covered platform on risers that extended partially out  into the pool and provided some shelter for those underneath. Atop the  dark wood construct he saw many kotatsus and cushions, marking it as a  place for food, drink, and conversation. A sign in Akashi's cutesy  scrawl indicated that kimonos were thankfully permitted in that area at  least. The dining space was served by a bar directly to Thorson's right,  which currently stood unmanned and un-provisioned. The structure only  begged the question of how Akashi intended on getting a supply of  alcohol that didn't belong to Laffey onto the base. Thorson was about to  survey the far end of the area, which included some sort of towering  rock waterfall in the middle of the pool, when soft fingers rested  against his upper arm. He turned to find creamy, naked shoulders, a  towel covered chest, and a beautiful face with fluffy ears staring up at  him.

"Tono-sama?" Yamashiro whispered as Downes shouted to them from the water nearby.

"Hey hey, when you're done with him let me have a go? I’ve been dying  to try this body out!" Any further exhortations were cut off as  Tennessee placed a firm hand on Downes' head and pushed her under.  Thorson nodded to the battleship, only then noticing that she was  completely naked. In his youth Thorson had seen pictures of some of the  hot springs of Europe, complete with rich, opaque mineral water. Clearly  his base did not have whatever minerals it took to achieve such a hue,  and while the ample steam ensured he couldn't see deep enough to make  out anything between her muscular legs, Tennessee's tanned, chiseled  abdomen, youthful breasts, and toned arms were fully on display.

"T-Thanks," he stuttered, allowing Yamashiro to steer him around the  near curve of the hot springs to a small, clay-walled structure on the  left. Two doors marked entrances to each of the private sections, both  of which had signs indicating they were open. Yamashiro flipped one of  them and opened the door for him. Thorson was thankful for the respite.  The cheers and whistles of his girls, Akashi and a handful of the bulins  included, combined with Tennessee's imperious stare were more than  enough to drive him from the public eye. The room was simple, featuring a  slatted roof that allowed light in but no rain, a padded table for  massages, and two small pools, one warm and one cold. Thorson's throat  ran dry as the room proved occupied, despite the open sign. The back of  her naked shoulders faced him, but the long, wavy hair and butterfly pin  were unmistakable. "Fusou?"

The shrine maiden with the motherly figure stood and turned to face  them both, smiling weakly at Yamashiro and blushing from her cheeks down  to the base of her neck as light steam rose from her body.  "Nee-chan…tono-sama."

Yamashiro rested her head on his shoulder. "Well?" She asked,  sounding as nervous as he was. It bolstered his courage, and Fusou's  presence reminded him of the many trials of the past months. Yamashiro  wanted to do something for him, but he felt perhaps the opposite was  warranted.

"Why don't we tend to your sister first, Yamashiro. Her faith has  been tested greatly in the last month," he suggested quietly, his  serious eyes letting Fusou know that he wasn't attempting to pull  anything over on her or use her religion as some sort of weakness.  Yamashiro's ears and tail perked up. 

"Hai, tono-sama!"

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"Tono-sama please, you don't have tooooo~" Fusou's protests died and  gave way to pleasurable groans as Thorson's fingers pressed into the  muscles of her neck and shoulder blades. Unlike the natural rocks that  formed the barrier of the hot springs outside, within the private rooms  the small baths were ringed with flat, smooth stone, giving Thorson a  place to sit comfortably as he worked on the tension in Fusou's body.  She sat back between his legs, which thankfully for him were still  clothed, and allowed him to massage her after some protest. Yamashiro  looked on from across the bath, her nude body and buoyant breasts  keeping Thorson in a practically permanent state of arousal as he tended  to her sister. He took a deep breath as she smiled at him, refocusing  on Fusou in a futile effort to relieve the stress. She was making no  effort to cover her prominent nipples from his gaze, choosing to hold  his legs gently under the water instead, her fingers pressing and  tracing unknown patterns on his skin as they bonded with one another.

"Of course I don't have to, Fusou. Doesn't mean you couldn't use it,"  he replied quietly, his voice a couple octaves lower than normal on  account of his building lust. "I know they all look up to you."

"Jintsuu and Naka certainly do not," she told him with regret in her  voice. He pressed deep into the muscles above her clavicle, earning a  gasp as Fusou tightened her grip on his legs.

"Sorry, too much?"

"It was just a bit painful, but I don't mind your touch," she  admitted bashfully, allowing more and more of the reserved young woman  beneath the shrine maiden and older sister exterior to come forward.

"You should enjoy yourself, nee-san," Yamashiro encouraged. Given the  small size of the pool, it was easy for her to reach out and take  Fusou's leg onto her lap, assisting her Shikikan by giving Fusou's  calves some attention. Her movements had the unintentional side effect  of giving Thorson a perfect view of Fusou's womanly thighs.

"Damn, that's…quite the sight," he whistled.

"Tono-sama! Ah!" Fusou made to stand but he gently forced her back to her seat with pressure and a kiss to the top of her head.

"Bear with it. I feel…more comfortable tending to you than the other  way around," he told her. Fusou turned her neck to catch his gaze out of  the corner of her eye. A small smile curled her lips.

"Then I'll stay right here, tono-sama. Thank you both."

"You're always trying very hard, nee-san," Yamashiro 'scolded' her sister.

"Our faith and your happiness are most important to me, Yamashiro,"  Fusou insisted, her head rolling to the side as Thorson found a knot  under her shoulder and began working it out with his thumbs. Her creamy  skin was heavenly to the touch.

"And I think that you should take some time to find your own  happiness and fortune!" Yamashiro replied happily, giggling as she and  Thorson met one another's gaze. 

"She may have a point there," the Commander agreed. "This is a good start."

"But-"

"No buts," Yamashiro insisted. "Tono-sama says you had a very difficult trip while Yamashiro stayed here safe and sound!"

"And I hope that will always be so," Fusou agreed, the warm water and  firm fingers beginning to break her down. "Oh by the gods that feels  heavenly, tono-sama."

"I'm glad to hear it. You always looked far too serious when you were  aboard the Pennsylvania," he replied, moving higher to her neck.

"It was difficult hearing a woman I respect insist that I, that we  all are traitors," she whispered. Thorson's hands stalled for a moment  and a hard frown covered his face.

"I'm sorry."

"Do not be, tono-sama," Fusou insisted. "You did not force me to choose this path. Akagi and Kaga did."

"I know that doesn't make following my command any easier," he  insisted. His words prompted Fusou to stand and turn to face him, her  glistening bosom fully level with his face.

"I am honored to follow you," she assured him, placing her hands on  his stubbled cheeks. Though the two of them shared a long moment in  silent affirmation, it was only a matter of time before Fusou glanced  down. "Oh my…you honor me again, tono-sama," she cooed, her own voice  changing as she got a very good idea, even through the towel, of what  Thorson thought of her body. Yamashiro giggled excitedly, causing Fusou  to look her way with a frown and questioning look. "Nee-chan?"

"Would it make you happy?" Yamashiro asked with a complete lack of  concern, standing and stepping out of the hot bath. Her skin was flushed  a healthy pink from the heat as she padded the couple of steps to the  cooler pool and dropped herself in. The neko shrine maiden sighed  contentedly, her ears and soggy tail resting as she turned around,  kneeled on the submerged rock seating, and placed her arms and chest on  the smooth stone floor of the private room. A small amount of overflow  ran into a channel on the far side of the tub to be conveyed out to  wherever Akashi had designated for the primary drainage for the  facility. She smiled at the two of them as only a woman who was part cat  could, looking as though she'd found a tasty canary. "Do you want to be  one with tono-sama?"

Fusou's face was beet red, but she eventually looked back to Thorson  and nodded, keeping her hands clasped over her lips. It was endearing  beyond words, so with Yamashiro's tacit permission given he reached  forward, took her hands in his, moved them to his towel, and kissed her  flush on the lips as Fusou's fumbling fingers bared his body. Yamashiro  tittered delightedly at the sight, proving a very different kind of  younger sister than Arizona. The two Union battleships had made it very  clear that they both wanted him alone and only alone. "Just don't wear  him out too much, nee-san. Yamashiro will not be waiting another day,  not when Arizona-san has already had her turn!"

"You are just…Yamashiro how can you, eek-!" Fusou squeaked as Thorson  stood and lifted her up, stepping into the tub and easily setting Fusou  on his lap thanks to the assistance of the water. She willingly settled  into his lap, the two of them sucking breath through their teeth as  their lower bodies touched one another for the first time. Thorson was  about to verbally seek confirmation one last time, but Fusou proved  unwilling to wait any longer, placing his hands on her hips. An  involuntary purr escaped her throat as her tono-sama took the lead and  slipped inside, claiming her. After the massage and the warm water, her  body offered no resistance whatsoever to him. She grasped the hair on  the back of his head as her downward motion finally came to a halt.  Their foreheads met gently, her tail swaying back and forth in the water  as his hands moved to cup her substantial posterior. "I love you,  tono-sama."

"Feeling's mutual, Fusou."

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"Hmm, tono-sama you smell so good!" Yamashiro murmured, resting  against his bare chest as they came down from the highs of physical and  emotional union, the cool water of the pool sapping away their excess  body heat. Thorson said nothing, choosing instead to indulge in the  shrine maiden's legendary softness as she remained seated in his lap. He  kissed her forehead and turned to his left, finding Fusou watching them  quietly from the warm tub. He couldn't be sure, but he imagined that  her face held less stress and doubt than before. He threw a small nod  her way, hoping she approved of the manner in which he had treated her  little sister as they made love. Given he didn't have any rigging  pointed his way; he figured he was in the clear. 

"Hey now, no falling asleep in the tub," Thorson murmured kindly into  Yamashiro's fluffy ears. She stirred and groaned as he finally slipped  out of her.

"But Yamashiro is tired and tono-sama is so comfortable," she  insisted. Thorson was powerless to deny such a compelling and cute  creature, but thankfully for him Fusou was there to help. The elder  sister stepped out of her bath, making no effort to hide her dense shock  of black pubic fur or center from him as she stepped over to the table  and grabbed a towel for around her body. She then managed to coax  Yamashiro from his hold, getting her covered so that they could shower  and head to sleep early.

"Thank you," Thorson said simply, wrapping a towel around his waist  and noting that he felt significantly more comfortable in their  presence. Fusou stood on tiptoe and left a kiss on his lips.

"I will put her to sleep and then see if Arizona and Pennsylvania  require anything. You are…you should be more confident in your  abilities, tono-sama."

"I…how do you mean?" Thorson wondered.

"You were even more magnificent the second time," Fusou explained  with a heavy blush, her center throbbing lightly as she remembered being  taken from behind. "Have a good evening, tono-sama."

"Bye my love…I mean tono-sama!" Yamashiro stammered and giggled,  emerging back into the main area to the glances of every ship still  enjoying the onsen at the late hour. Knowing it wouldn't be any easier  to wait Thorson followed them, ensuring the private room was clean  before leaving. Yuudachi and Shigure could be seen trailing after  Yamashiro, their soggy tails waving about as they sought details on her  salacious evening with Shikikan. A whistle drew his attention away from  them and towards Ark Royal, who was lounging comfortably on the far side  of the pool from the private rooms. He nodded to her as she threw him a  small smile.

"How are the little three?" He called.

"Sleeping soundly after today's excitement. So now it's my turn to  relax," Ark informed him, standing and wading through the shoulder  height water. As she drew closer, the light from stone and paper  lanterns revealed that she was not nude or toweled, but actually wearing  a compelling ensemble of swimwear. It was a deep cerulean to complement  her slate blue eyes, and featured geometric cutouts that showed off  tantalizing glances of her bust and hips. "I got permission Knight  Commander, don't worry," she said confidently, exiting the pool to stand  next to him. "I won't begrudge the Union and Sakura their preferences,  but I think a bit of modesty goes a long way if your roving eyes are any  indication. What's wrong? Those two kittens couldn't sate your lust?"  She asked with no small amount of humor, indicating she was there to  discuss matters of the flesh as a friend or co-conspirator, not a  potential partner. “I suppose we were at sea for a long while but…I hear  you got a taste of Union battleship on our voyage.” 

"It suits you quite well, Ark," Thorson replied and deflected simultaneously. "Can't help it."

"Nor should you. We're all adults here and I’d hate to be the one  woman you don’t look at. That said I wanted to get everyone used to  swimwear, both for the sake of shyer girls like Hatsuharu and for the  children. They desperately want to experience the onsen for themselves  but I'll not have them in here naked."

"I'm fully in agreement. If Akashi gives you any flak about that you  let me know. I'm sure we can find a balance between personal comfort,  modesty, and the maintenance needs of this place."

"It is quite the creation, no question. You may even need to start  holding fleet meetings here, sir. But I won't take more of your time  tonight. Would you care to evaluate my performance with the P-40  tomorrow?" Ark requested.

"I'd be glad to. After breakfast?"

"Splendid. Are you retiring for the evening like your…partners?" She asked with a wink.

"Perhaps soon," Thorson chuckled. "But I'd like to go see whatever  Akashi set up on the other side of that." He pointed to the rocks that  rose out of the water far down the onsen. One could circle around them  on the left or right, but only in the water. The pathway and bamboo  fencing ended there.

"I think I saw Cleveland heading that way. Let me know what's back there tomorrow morning. Have a good night, Knight Commander."

"And you, Ark," Thorson nodded, walking as far as he could down the  warmly lit pathways before removing his towel and hopping into the water  again. It was warm but noticeably cooler than at the entrance. Wading  around the corner, his sound obscured by the water running from the  rocks into the pools, Thorson beheld something of an infinity pool. It  was a relatively small basin where the water of the onsen collected and  spilled over into the forests below. A lithe, athletic figure with long,  strawberry blonde hair could be seen peering over the edge, the swell  of her taut behind just visible at the water's surface. It was quite the  sight with the stars and ocean as a backdrop.

"Anything interesting down there?" He announced his presence, causing  Cleveland to jump and turn to face him, quickly gathering her arms  around her body.

"C-Commander! Don't scare my like that! Oh man, you're naked too?" She groaned nervously.

"I could go get my towel if you like?" He demurred, watching her sink into the water. Eventually she shook her head.

"Not like I haven't seen it before. So uh…sounded like you had a good  time?" She asked, not meeting his eyes. Thorson sighed and walked  forward, eventually sitting next to her. "Commander?"

"I've been unfair to you," he told her seriously, looking up at the stars.

"Wait what? H-how do you-"

"I…we had our first time together and never talked the way I did with the battleships," he clarified. Cleveland's face fell.

"It's alright, Commander. I get it. They've got all that armored plating and huge tits and asses. I'm just a cruiser."

"Damnit Cleveland, that's not what I mean and you know it!" Thorson  huffed, reaching for her hand under the water. "I mean…we never talked  about how things would change if…alright, when I eventually had sex with  the others and how you felt about all that."

For a long while Cleveland and he stared at one another. Slowly her  face shifted from frowning concentration to rosy-cheeked remembrance.  "You're saying you still want me? Even after you've been with a  bombshell like Yamashiro?"

Thorson moved his arm gently, allowing her hand to come to rest on  his 'answer'. Her face lit up and she immediately turned around,  kneeling on the submerged rocks and presenting the contours of her  dimpled back and pert ass to him. "Holy shit," he whispered as the  moonlight caught all her curves and edges perfectly.

"I can think of something that would make this beautiful view even  better, Commander. Now why don't you prove to me you still want your  first," she encouraged with growing confidence, her voice falling to a  bare whisper as she realized what she was saying, how her own emotions  and experiences were changing her into a woman as well as a war machine.  

"I was thinking of maybe just talking things out, but I guess actions  speak louder than words don't they?" Thorson chuckled, set at ease by  her attitude in spite of the delectable, carnal feast she'd offered to  share with him.

"Darn right. So how about you stop stalling and we have a little fun  breaking in Akashi's latest creation?" She suggested saucily as he made  ready to take her. "You have any idea how long a month is, Command-!?"

Thorson silenced her nervous and excited rambling as he loomed over  her body. He began by placing his hands on either side of hers; resting  his chest against her back to trap her beneath him and ensure her that  he 'had her'. The cool metal of his tags touched her spine as their lips  and hips came together again after more than a month and Cleveland's  moan of happiness was swallowed up by his own. That night the onsen was  officially 'opened' as multiple shells from Cleveland's rigging were  fired out to sea.