EUGEN'S EXTRA DUTY - Sex Toy TF
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DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!EUGEN'S EXTRA DUTY - Sex Toy TF(Collab with @DShittyAdmiral )(Sadly, he could not finish it on time, but a lot of t…
(Collab with @DShittyAdmiral ) (Sadly, he could not finish it on time, but a lot of the ideas came from him and you might enjoy his other works!) The office smelled like old paper and the cold dregs of coffee you abandoned two hours ago. You sat hunched over the desk with a pen going scratch scratch scratch across supply forms, gray afternoon light falling in flat bars through the tall windows. Behind you, draped sideways across the leather couch with one stocking leg hooked over the armrest, Prinz Eugen exhaled a sigh so theatrical it could have moved the curtains. 'You did not look up.' She sighed again, louder. Her long silver hair spilled off the cushion and pooled on the rug like spilled mercury and her chest rose and fell under her uniform with the practiced boredom only she could manage. 'Look at me. Just once, mein schatz. It is not as though I am sprawled across your couch for my health. I am simply, ahh, keeping you company, since clearly no one else will!' She peeked at you from under her arm, orange eyes narrowed, mouth twisting into that lazy, teasing smile she wore like armor. On the outside, she was all silk and confidence. On the inside, her stomach flipped over and over, because she had been dropping hints at you for a solid month and you had caught precisely none of them. 'Not that I care if he notices. I do not. I am only here because my room is dull. That is the only reason!' "Commander," she purred, dragging the word out. "You know, a girl could grow gray waiting for you to so much as glance her way. And gray would not suit me half as well as silver." "Mm," you said, signing another form. That tiny sound landed like a slap. She sat up sharp, smoothed her skirt with two hard tugs, and lifted her chin. 'Fine! Be that way. See if I lounge here pining, ahh, not pining, I never said pining, see if I keep you company at all then!' She rose, fixed her hair with both hands, and clicked toward the door on her heels, making certain each step rang out so you would at least register her leaving. You did not. Out in the corridors, the ship hummed around her, warm metal and engine oil tangled with the salt drifting through open hatches. Sailors snapped rigid as she passed, young men and women going stiff and pink. "Miss Eugen!" they barked, saluting. She flicked her fingers and kept walking, breathing slow, the heat of the lower decks pressing on her skin. One whole month of nothing. No missions, no Sirens, just paperwork and a commander who treated her like wallpaper. 'It is not as if I wanted his attention specifically. Anyone's would do. His just happens to be the nearest... Obviously!' She sailed into the cafeteria, long steel tables sitting empty in the afternoon lull, the room smelling of fried fish and scorched bread. On the dessert counter sat a single slice of cake, white cream with a fat red strawberry, and she took it without a flicker of guilt, because she was Prinz Eugen and no one on this ship would dare tell her no. She ate it leaning on the counter, cream melting cold and sweet on her tongue, and for one short moment the boredom loosened. That was when she noticed the notice on the bulletin board. “VOLUNTEERS WANTED. FEMALE STAFF FOR EXTRA DUTY. HELP RELIEVE THE STRESS OF OUR HARDWORKING SAILORS. SWIMSUIT REQUIRED.” She tilted her head, licking cream off her thumb. 'A swimsuit.... so it is some little pool party to blow off steam. Relieving stress, swimsuits, a bit of splashing about. That is more excitement than this rusted bucket has produced in weeks. Not that I am desperate for excitement. I simply have nothing better to do, which is entirely his fault!' She did not read the rest. She tore the slip off the bottom, glanced at the room number and went. The room turned out to be the med bay, which struck her as an odd place for a party, but she brushed the thought aside. Two sailors in white coats shot up the moment she pushed through the door, going pale and then bright pink. "M… miss Eugen," the taller stammered, eyes darting to his partner. "Are you certain. It was only something the doctor cooked up, we are not even sure how it works on a shipgirl, nobody else volunteered..." She crossed the floor in three crisp clicks and pressed one slim finger flat to his lips, cutting him off cold. She gave him the slow, dangerous smile, fingertip sliding to his chin. "The famous Prinz Eugen is no coward, and certainly no pussy. Whatever little experiment you have brewing, I can handle it with one hand. Now, be a dear and tell me how it works." He swallowed hard. "You, um, you have to drink this." He held out a metal can, and when she shook it, the contents sloshed thick and heavy, clinging to the sides like badly mixed glue. She eyed it with open disgust, nose wrinkling. "You want me to drink that?" "Yes… but please put the swimsuit on first. That part is very important..." He pressed a folded black and red one-piece into her hand, then flushed scarlet. She sighed and turned for the changing
