First Night (2)
"ㅡㅡ!"
Our private space.
I was groping Helena, embracing her tightly, when suddenly I sensed movement in the darkness. Silva had slipped inside.
Did she catch us?
I instinctively pulled Helena closer, hiding her body against mine.
I stopped fondling her and quietly observed Silva's reaction.
A moment later, I heard her settle into her sleeping bag, and silence fell once more.
"……."
But the piercing gaze crawling down my spine didn't fade. I could sense it instinctively.
This is a bit troublesome.
A pair of eyes in the darkness stared relentlessly at us.
And what made it even worse was that, in this suffocating silence, Helena started squirming in my arms.
She grabbed my hand and pressed it to her ample breast, wiggling her fingers as if begging me to tease her nipple.
And then...
"Hah, ah..."
She let out a wet, whispering moan.
The problem was how loud it was in this pitch-black space—like she couldn't hold it back anymore.
"C-Commander... keep going... harder..."
"......"
Didn't she realize Silva was watching from over there?
But Helena's desperate plea in her voice, the soft texture starting to yield under my grip...
And the lewd scent wafting from her aroused body was numbing my reason bit by bit.
She definitely heard everything.
And yet, perhaps she didn’t act because of the secrecy provided by the darkness?
Anyway, mindful of Silva's gaze, I slowly, cautiously extended my hand.
To keep Helena's moans from growing louder, I slipped my fingers tightly muffling her mouth while my other hand slid inside her nearly stripped-off combat suit.
"—!—mmph!"
I felt the plush, yielding sensation of Helena's full breasts.
Like a kid doing something naughty, I carefully rolled her nipple between my fingers, feeling it harden instantly.
"Mmph, mm... mmph!"
Her body was heating up while her movements grew bolder.
She even boldly ground her hips against my rock-hard erection.
I'd planned to fool around until Silva fell asleep—or at least pretended to—before moving on to the next step...
"Ah—!"
But something unexpected happened.
Helena suddenly twisted my body around and mounted me, lowering her hips onto mine.
Stunned by her bold, aggressive move—rivaling Pomen's—I glanced toward Silva and whispered.
"Helena, Silva's watching."
"...?"
She tilted her head at my words, glancing briefly toward where Silva lay.
But that was it.
Turning back to me, she rotated her hips, rubbing against my already hardened cock before wedging it between her thighs and grinding in a slow, sensuous rhythm.
Her entrance was drenched, aching to devour me.
"C-Commander..."
"......"
"I-I can't take it anymore. Please..."
"You want me to fuck you? With Silva watching?"
"What's... hng! ...wrong with that...?"
Her innocent question left me speechless.
Thinking about it, in an ECHO's thought process, the idea of the Commander worrying about another ECHO's gaze while handling her didn't exist.
So my hesitation was just an incomprehensible error to her.
"...Ah."
Humans would feel shame or value privacy.
But ECHOs, as combat weapons, didn't have those concepts.
Well, some ECHOs developed such emotions, but not the Cerberus Squad I had with me.
Strictly speaking, these girls are considered second-generation, outdated ECHOs even in the lore of the Echoes of Humanity — ECHO game.
To reiterate, the ECHOs in my game were set 30 years in the future from now.
[Just fuck 'em all, right? You're the Commander, and they're ECHOs!]
Was that why?
Along with the whisper of a little devil inside my head, I felt something snap.
And Silva watching us was a stunningly pretty ECHO too.
Her signature blank expression made imagining her in bed all the more tantalizing.
Suddenly, I felt an urge to fluster that stoic face.
I grabbed Helena's waist as she teased herself against me, thrusting up to bury myself deep inside her in one go.
"Heuk?!"
Caught off guard by the deep penetration, Helena cried out in a scream-like moan.
"Move as I taught you, Helena."
"Y-Yes, Commander."
At my words, she brushed her hair behind her ear and began rocking her hips slowly.
Soon, the dull thud, thud of flesh meeting flesh filled the quiet building, along with Helena's lewd cries.
I kneaded and bit at her jiggling breasts while thrusting up, scraping her insides.
"Ah, aht! C-Commander! Ah—! Aaaah! S-So good! It feels so good!"
Gripping her waist and pounding into her, I glanced toward Silva.
I wondered what she was thinking, watching all this in the dark.
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"Heut! Ut! Aaang! Ah—!"
Helena felt like she was going mad in pleasure.
It had only been four days since joining Ark 69.
Yet this was already her second intimate session with the Commander.
And it was a sticky, sweet pleasure no other ECHO could even imagine.
Good... so good—! It feels... amazing...!
Was this what they meant by your mind going white-hot?
The commanders on Ark 74 had treated them as tools for objectives, expendables, or hounds.
But this Commander was different.
No—even if Ark 69's Commander used her as a tool or expendable, she wouldn't care.
He gave her so much warmth and affection to offset everything else.
And now, he treated her not as an ECHO, but as a woman, ravishing her fiercely.
"Ah, aaaah—! Commander! Cock, cock—! I-It feels too good! So good!"
Helena gave up mixing words into her moans.
Every scrape of his cock inside her jerked her head back, unleashing moans.
Her body, which remained unscathed even by a direct hit from a muscular Infected like a Brute, arched uncontrollably.
"Oht! Ooook! Oook! Ah—! Ahhhhhnnnn!"
Lost in the frenzy of her hips, the Commander suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace and claimed her lips.
"Mmph, mm—!"
In the rough, passionate kiss, Helena clung to his neck, desperately welcoming his tongue.
Was this what humans called love?
Each swirl of his soft, hot tongue made the core—her ECHO power source—burn hotter.
"Heuk! Ut! Ung! Ah—!"
As their saliva mixed and breaths mingled, Helena felt a bond beyond mere coupling.
She understood why the Arclight Squad's ECHOs sought this Commander.
It was a warmth she wanted to feel forever, until she stopped functioning.
Devouring his body fiercely, Helena poured out her emotions unfiltered.
Her body, knowing the ecstasy of creampies, clenched tight around him, craving another hot load.
"C-Commander...! Inside me...!"
Writhing and clinging, she begged.
She never imagined becoming a being that could cling to a human like this.
But this Commander wasn't an ordinary human.
Thump! Thud! Thump!
"Hngut! Ught! Uh—!"
As his thrusts grew savage at her plea, Helena moaned anew.
Her toned abs rippled with each brutal strike to her womb.
And finally, the cock plunged deepest, flooding her with hot, thick seed.
"Ah, aaaah—!"
The life-giving essence only human males could produce.
Filled to the brim, bliss lit Helena's face.
But before the orgasm's aftershocks faded, the Commander smacked her ass contentedly.
Following her training from the threesome with Pomen, Helena dropped to all fours like an obedient dog.
"Heuuuk!"
Without pause, his cock filled her again, and Helena moaned in absolute happiness only a bitch in heat could feel.
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"Haut! Ut! Aaa—! Uhng!"
In the pitch-black darkness, Silva didn't stir.
But her internal systems churned with chaos.
The sight of the Commander and Helena shattered her common sense repeatedly.
"Aht! Nggggh—! C-Commander!!!"
Sex—an act between human males and females for reproduction.
Yet the Commander was doing it with an ECHO.
It seemed less about breeding... more like a play.
Even so, the error persists.
No matter the error, there was no reason for a human Commander to do this with an ECHO.
Considering human Commanders' usual behavior, nothing good would come of it. But this one seemed genuinely desirous of Helena.
"......"
And Helena was utterly lost in the novel intensity.
Seeing their tough, battle-hardened leader crumble like that felt strangely fascinating to Silva.
Is that... the reward humans speak of?
In her sleeping bag, Silva felt her core heat with an unfamiliar fire for the first time.
Beneath her expressionless face, an unknown desire stirred—hoping she was next.
That was when it happened.
"Ughtt! Ut! Ooohk!"
"......"
Helena collapsed forward as the Commander finished their intense sex and rose.
His sweat-slicked body loomed imposingly even in the dark.
And that silhouette approached her sleeping bag without hesitation.
Sensing him draw near, Silva closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.
She regulated her core, slowed her breathing, maintaining perfect camouflage as trained.
Ziiip!
"......"
It was not the sound of the zipper of her sleeping bag.
Rather, it was the sound coming from the zipper of her skin-tight combat suit being peeled open.
A heavy weight settled over her.
The Commander straddled her. His hands kneaded her breasts, and his low voice whispered in her ear.
"Enough pretending. Open your eyes, Silva."
At his command, Silva slowly lifted her eyelids. And waited patiently for the next order with bated breath.