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It was not at all uncommon for the different factions of Azur Lane to host parties on the base.

The parties in question, of course, differed in size and extravagance all the time. There were simple birthday parties, both surprise and not, for each beloved individual shipgirl, all the way to the banquets hosted in commemoration of national events. Each and every party, however, was a joyous affair that was always worth celebrating.

This one was no different. If anything, it was the party of all parties for all the shipgirls on the base.

The banquet in question was one that celebrated the founding and establishment of the Azur Lane Organisation and the kansens as an international military force, to protect the seas and the freedom of all mankind from the Sirens. This year, the Iron Blood, having marked an anniversary in rejoining the alliance, volunteered to host the banquet as a sign of goodwill towards the other factions, with the Sakura Empire, Vichnya Dominion and Sardegna Empire assisting them in various ways.

Shipgirls of all factions intermingled around the tables, sampling foods and cuisines of all the different and amazing cultures that made up Azur Lane. Many were chatting lively, eager to maintain past acquaintances and forge new friendships, some even going as far as coming to the banquet with their lovers. 

Tirpitz was not one of them. Her best friend and fellow wife, Victorious, was out on a commission, and could not accompany her to the party, which was especially a shame given that she was to partake in a live performance with Roon for the guests. Her husband, the base commander, was in the party, but he was swathed by his many wives who were not bogged down by their obligations and were free to flirt with him to their heart’s content.

Tirpitz’s heart ached especially as she watched the Commander kiss Hiei. Whilst she was highly accepting (and understanding) of the Commander’s openly polygamic outlook, and knew deep down that the Commander would always love her as much as she loved him back, she wished to have her efforts rewarded too. Hiei, too, had been an especially helpful woman; she was responsible for organising the banquet and helping to cook some of the dishes alongside King George V and Vittorio Veneto. But Tirpitz’s sensation of loneliness was less due to Hiei herself but rather the small child that accompanied her, and was currently on the receiving end of several heartfelt headpats from the Commander.

On official documentation, ledgers and invoices, the child, a female kansen looking exactly like what a young Hiei would have looked like, was the product of Akashi’s wild experiments. But she was in fact the result of an open secret, at least amongst all the shipgirls of the base. Tirpitz could still remember how Hiei had looked back then, her abdomen distended and full with child, and how the Commander and all the shipgirls were especially careful with her then. The massive smile adorning the Commander’s face the day Hiei went into labour and delivered a beautiful child into the world was something she could never forget. On one hand, she was glad that the Commander was so happy, that a fellow wife was able to successfully give birth to a wonderful baby and that new life had joined the base. But…

Hiei was neither the first nor last shipgirl to bear the Commander’s child, either. A few years before her, Illustrious and Belfast had done the same, their children also making their appearances at the party, with Little Illustrious enrapturing the hearts of all the other wives in one part of the hall whilst Little Belfast served them various drinks and snacks, compensated by various hugs, kisses and headpats from the kansen. A few years after Little Hiei was born, Enterprise and even her sister’s subordinate, Prinz Eugen, went through the same process. The most recent addition would be Little Cheshire, who had been born just a few months prior, and was currently being cradled gently and lovingly by her mother, as well as being the subject of much fawning from the other girls, with Cheshire giving them the best of luck as well as some “bedroom” advice so they would end up with children of their own.

While Tirpitz certainly was happy to see new blood being pumped into the military base, she could not help but feel slightly left out. Granted, the Commander had never once ignored or belittled her presence, and had in fact lavished her with much attention and love. Not to mention, the biology of kansen was highly complicated. Whilst strong and powerful, kansen also sacrificed some of their fertility to handle the stress of using their combat riggings, making impregnation easier said than done. What did disappoint Tirpitz though, was that even though she was one of the Commander’s first wives and thus had often made love to him, her womb remained barren as ever. Often, she had prayed to whichever higher being was out there that gave her existence, flesh and free will to also give her a child for her to love, nourish and protect, but as of yet her prayers remained unanswered…

Tirpitz drew a deep breath. She was thinking too much about this. After all, pregnancy, from what she could see, was not an easy experience at all. She knew that, regardless whether she bore a child or not, her Kommandant would love and care for her anyway. Besides, it’s not as if most of the ship wives had experienced pregnancy yet either, so she’s not exactly the odd one out either. Additionally…

Tirpitz looked at her partner perched on the piano. Roon, with her eyes glaring slightly towards the Commander and Hiei, softened greatly upon taking in the view of Little Hiei; the bloodthirsty cruiser, despite her fearsome reputation in battle, had a deep desire to protect and care for the small and the weak, and one could even see a slightly misguided sense of justice in her more brutal actions, actions that have long since calmed down with her own marriage to the Commander. Feeling Tirpitz’ gaze on her, Roon turned back to face her, some apprehension apparent on her face.

“Lady Tirpitz, are you alright? You’ve been looking out of sorts for a while now.” Asked Roon, concerned.

“I am good, Roon.” Replied the white haired German battleship. “I was just thinking.”

“You were thinking about the Commander, weren’t you?” Roon cut straight to the point.

For a person who was particularly noted for her seemingly mindless rampages on the battlefield, Roon was oddly perceptive in a more peaceful context. Tirpitz too knew how futile it was to lie to her.

“…yes.” Replied Tirpitz after a short silence.

“You’re not the only one, you know, who pines for our beloved Commander.”

“Yes.” Repeated Tirpitz again, this time looking across the hall towards her husband.

“You also…” Roon paused for a bit, looking at Little Hiei before looking at Tirpitz again. “You want a more… solid proof of your bond with him, do you not?”

Tirpitz mulled over her response for a bit. “You know my answer to that.”

Roon stood up and walked over to Tirpitz, before putting a warm hand on her shoulder.

“My lady, if I might say so, but I believe it is merely a matter of time before you obtain this… solid proof. I, I was but a mere concept, a cannon from an old war, that proceeded to be brought to life, with a conscience and the ability to speak. If even I, a blueprint, could be brought to life, I’m sure you can find your happiness too.”

Tirpitz grabbed ahold of Roon’s hand gently. “Thank you, Roon.” Spoke Tirpitz, softly but sincerely.

“Think nothing of it.”

“Do you…wish for your own, erm, fruit with the Commander?”

“I’m sure not a single one of us doesn’t think of it, my lady. That being said, there are still…vermin in this world to eliminate.” At this, Roon’s tone became harsh and her eyes narrowed in hatred at an imaginary enemy who dared to threaten the base’s stability and happiness. “Until my duties and usage are complete, I will continue to serve on the frontline, fighting as the Commander’s own gauntlets. Until then, I cannot yet bear the fruit of his love.”

Tirpitz shuddered internally at Roon’s declaration, but at the same time felt relief. Roon, was, ultimately, a wonderful young lady with a good heart, but was to accustomed to a life of warfare to enjoy peace for too long. Thank goodness the Commander was there as her anchor , thought Tirpitz to herself.

Shaking her head to get rid of her thoughts, Roon straighened and spoke. “Lady Tirpitz, shall we make preparations for our joint performance? It would be quite a shame for all of our hard work to go to waste, especially since the both of us are in our finest for tonight, and with our Commander in the audience too.”

Roon was right; Tirpitz had her dress tailor made some time in advance, the attire having been made by Victorious using silk of the finest quality available. And for her performance, Tirpitz had tirelessly rehearsed with her flute many times with Roon, until they both could perform in almost perfect synchronicity. 

Roon nodded at her reassuringly. “Everything will be fine.” She said, before resuming her seat at the piano.

Tirpitz looked across the ballroom again. This time however, there was a difference. 

The Commander was looking straight at her. 

Tirpitz made a small motion, but one that held great significance. Holding up her right hand swiftly, the one with her beloved oath ring, she deftly kissed it before putting her hand back down.

The Commander responded with the same exact motion, and Tirpitz felt at ease.

Nearby, a purposeful cough of the throat was audible, its resounding and formidable tone quickly quieting down the hall. 

Standing from her “throne”, the gallant Bismarck stood to her full height. 

“Ladies and gentlemen. We of the Iron Blood would like to thank all of you for your participation in this celebration of Azur Lane’s righteous ideals. I would especially like to thank several people; Hiei, King George V, and Vittorio Veneto for preparing, organising and selecting the menus for this event, the Commander, for all his hard work in making all of us happy.” Bismarck visibly blushed at this, much to the amusement of all the shipgirls, who were very much pleased with the contrast of the battle hardened battleship and the beautiful (not-so) maiden in love that Tirpitz’s eldest sister turned out to be. Coughing once more to settle herself, Bismarck continued, “I would also like to thank the members of the Iron Blood and the Royal Navy for helping to prepare this event. Specifically, Prinz Adalbert and Admiral Hipper for handling the lights and speakers, the entire Royal Maid Corps under the leadership of Belfast and Sheffield that set up all the tables. Last but not least, I would like two more Iron Blood members, my sister Tirpitz and the talented cruiser Roon, to perform a duet to close off this wonderful evening.”

Motioning towards her sister and Roon, the spotlight soon fell from Bismarck to Tirpitz, bathing the two Germans in warm, white light. Tirpitz closed her eyes and basked in the attention for a quick moment before opening them and breathing out. Bringing her metal flute to her lips, she and Roon began to play their recited piece.

There was a strand of worry. What if the Commander was not pleased? What if she screwed up suddenly? But Tirpitz persevered. The Lone Queen of the North thought of all the tribulations that she had faced so far, from her birth as Germany’s last major battleship, to her original destruction at the hands of British bombers that laid waste to her as they had laid waste to her sister years before. Tirpitz thought of her rebirth, decades later, with a beautiful body but a less than beautiful mental state, and how it was the Commander who eventually brought her out of her conundrum, allowing her to meet and befriend new ships, both German and otherwise, in the search of “warmth”. She felt hunger, sorrow, joy, hope and happiness. As she fell deeply in love with her Commander, she felt romance bloom within her once cold heart. How could she ever forget, also, the day when Commander brought her on a trip to Norway, before proposing to her next to the spot of her original demise. She even could remember the joke she threw at him after tearfully and joyously accepting his proposal, slipping on the silver ring for the first time in her life.

“Proposing to a girl next to the spot where she perished? You really are such a hopeless romantic. Thank you, Commander, for I am no longer lonely.”

There was the wedding day, when shipgirls from all factions came to celebrate her joyous occasion, each and every one cheering her on as she exchanged vows and rings with her husband-to-be, the Commander’s already-married wives wiping a tear for their soon-to-be co-partner. Afterwards there was the wonderful wedding banquet and then the even better night they shared, where amidst the flurry of kisses, oaths and “I love yous” shared between the new loving couple, Tirpitz discovered that she could feel lust and arousal as well, as well as the pleasurable warmth of her lover’s fluids in her womb. She thought of all the times she saved the Commander from almost certain death from Sirens, and how the Commander had, in turn, saved her from her desolation and lonely nature. Finally, she thought of Victorious, who had to miss out on this performance, and how much they both cared and loved each other, feelings that strengthened with Victorious’ marriage to the Commander shortly afterwards. 

Putting all her emotions into her performance, Tirpitz gazed over at the awed audience. The feelings of love, happiness and joy could be conveyed via her music, the tune carrying forth and stirring up emotions amongst all the shipgirls. There was Enterprise and Belfast, holding hands towards the back of the hall as they leaned their heads against each other. Even Deutschland and Admiral Hipper, the two famously difficult personalities of the Iron Blood, held each other’s shoulders as they closed their eyes to the music, a rare smile showing on their peaceful faces. The serenity of Tirpitz’s flute playing was not lost on Roon, who started off with a more powerful piano rendition but began to tone it down a lot by the middle of the piece. But Tirpitz was focused on one person only.

Finally, and inevitably, the last notes slowly died out on her flute. Tirpitz put down the instrument to her chest, amidst a deafening furore of applause from the gathered shipgirls, all of them enraptured by her wonderful performance. Tirpitz looked into the Commander’s eyes, who was clapping for her wildly, his eyes full of wonder and admiration at his lovely wife, and felt only happiness and relief.

With the banquet having finally died down, the kansens began to leave for their dorms, preparing to rest for a new day. Of course, some left, with knowing grins and glances towards their partner or partners, for a second, more private round of partying for the night. Deutschland and Admiral Hipper left still holding hands without saying a word, their two sisters, Admiral Graf Spee and Prinz Eugen, having genuinely happy and knowing smiles as they looked at their blushing elder sisters, perhaps planning to use what they witnessed as ammunition to tease their sisters the next day. Those smiles grew larger however, as they watched their British lovers, Ajax and Prince of Wales respectively, saunter over to them elegantly and whisking them away to somewhere else altogether for the night. Helena and Cleveland left too, with a blushing Noshiro joining them soon thereafter. Meanwhile, a blushing Enterprise stood between a short glaring contest between Essex, Zuikaku, Saratoga and Belfast, before the matter was swiftly resolved with the white haired carrier semi-running away. Bismarck, the host for tonight, had long left with Hood, the two seemingly dignified women exchanging long, pining gazes at each other the whole way out.

The Commander, however, walked up to Tirpitz. Seeing his advance, Roon, shockingly enough, coyly grinned towards her superior whilst quickly whispering a “Good night and good luck” in her ear, before darting away for the night as well, coincidentally leaving with Taihou, the two exchanging their own set of longing glances at each other as they left.

“Tirpy!” Began the Commander as he used the special nickname he reserved for his wife, “That was a splendid recital! I could feel every part of yours and Roon’s music pierce my soul. You truly are talented, Tirpy!”

The German battleship blushed. “Thank you, mein Liebe. I just…I just thought of you whilst I played.” 

An earnest smile shone on the Commander’s face. “Thank you too, Tirpy, for well, for your powerful performance, and for thinking about me, I guess?”

Tirpitz snickered softly as she heard the Commander’s awkward praise. What a lovable dork, she thought internally.

“So, pleasantries aside, let’s get straight to the point, mein Liebe.” Began Tirpitz, gazing straight at her hopeless husband. “You have come up to me for a very good reason, I presume?”

“Well, yes,” spoke the Commander, “I would like to both congratulate and reward my beloved for her wonderful and unforgettable performance.”

Reward.

Tirpitz couldn’t help but cheer internally. For tonight, the Commander was all hers to savour. But she didn’t want to seem too impatient, either, so she breathed in and out silently as her beloved spoke.

“I see.” Responded Tirpitz formally, hiding her glee and genuine joy at the Commander’s offer. “I would love to receive this reward in my private quarters.”

“Good. Lead the way, my Queen.” 

Tirpitz smiled as she interlinked her arm with the awed Commander as they walked back to her room. It took her everything she had to stretch out the walk to its fullest extent, and to prevent her from skipping to and fro the hallway as she walked. Judging by the Commander’s willingness to keep up the pace with her, she could see that her husband craved her affection as much as she craved his.

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As Tirpitz and her lover entered her large chambers, she deposited her metal flute in an ornate wooden case lying on a countertop next to the door. She had just closed the case before the Commander brought her into a passionate, somewhat impatient kiss. Tirpitz responded by deepening the kiss, the two lovers fighting a clash of tongues as their hands grabbed and groped at every part of the other’s body they could conveniently reach. Tirpitz stroked up and down her lover's chest, whilst her beloved Commander instinctively dove in and grabbed her fine breasts, kneading her clothed domes strongly.

“You look…” began the Commander as they broke apart to catch their breaths. “You look ravishing, Tirpy.”

“Vicky helped me to choose this outfit, she said you would love it.”

“Is that so? Then I will have to reward her too another day~”

“That being said, I feel that this dress would be on the floor for quite some time this evening.”

“And you feel right, my dearest Tirpy~”

Pulling back, Tirpitz began to unbutton the Commander’s shirt, whilst the Commander pulled on her zipper behind her dress. The Commander’s shirt fell away to reveal his well toned chest, whilst Tirpitz’s top soon revealed herself; as she did not wear a bra underneath her dress, her boobs popped out quickly, her pristine pink nipples growing hard rapidly. 

Tirpitz then attacked downwards, pulling down her husband’s pants and underwear and revealing his main cannon, one that had been the doom of many of the base’s battleships and aircraft carriers. Meanwhile, the rest of Tirpitz’s dress fell away, revealing her black side tie panties and the rest of her beautiful pale body. 

Now nearly nude, Tirpitz staggered back away from her dress onto her bed as the Commander stepped out of his pants. The Commander wasted no time, delving down and placing his warm hand on Tirpitz’s soft panty-clad pussy, the sensation alone causing Tirpitz to buckle and rub against his hand gently. Sliding aside Tirpitz’s bottoms, the Commander stuck a solitary finger into Tirpitz’s snatch, getting a delighted coo in response. Gyrating the finger in and out of the warm confines, Tirpitz could feel the warmness of the finger, her walls getting slicker and wetter in response. Seeing his wife’s contented face, the Commander gave her a kiss as he put a second finger into her pussy and his other free hand on top of Tirpitz’s left hand, grabbing onto her tightly. 

The sensation of the second finger and the warmness of the Commander's lewd handholding proved too much for Tirpitz. Throwing her head back, Tirpitz cried out as she orgasmed, squirting her fluids onto the Commander’s hand and staining her panties with her pussy juice. The Commander brought his damp fingers to his nose and sniffed the juicy fluids, before slurping it off his hands as though it were a rare delicacy to be savoured. 

Taking a deep breath, Tirpitz blushed at the sight of her husband’s very much fully aroused main cannon. Gently grasping her husband’s intimate part, she looked up into the Commander’s adoring eyes. 

“To you, mein Liebe,” she started, “I wish to dedicate this private flute performance to you and you only.”

Looking up at her husband the entire way, Tirpitz slowly but surely enveloped the erection with her hot mouth, her saliva coating the penis immediately. The Commander stiffened at the warm sensation, and grabbed onto Tirpitz’s ornamental tiara in the process, using it as a sort of handhold to pump his cock in and out of Tirpitz’s mouth. Tirpitz blushed heatily as she started blowing him, and she put a hand down to her shining vagina to play with herself as she got her husband off.

“Tirpy, my Queen, my beloved.” Moaned the Commander softly, “Goodness, I love you so much. I love everything about you, and I love making love to you too! You feel so damn good, Tirpy!”

Tirpitz wished to respond with her own affirmative words of love, but her mouth was too stuffed to adequately respond.

“I’m…I’m going to…I’m going to cum, my love!” Warned the Commander.

Tirpitz quickened her pace, thrusting her face onto the sausage before her as though her life depended upon it, before-

A thick, familiar, warm sensation oozed into her mouth, the delicious fluid flooding her tongue with a wondrous sensation. Immediately, Tirpitz pulled her mouth out, causing the Commander to ejaculate all over Tirpitz’s face and body, her breasts becoming covered in his warmth. 

Scooping up the fluids from her breasts and face and tasting it, Tirpitz smiled at her beloved. “You are delicious as always, mein Liebe~”

Lying down on the bed and throwing aside her soaked black panties at last, Tirpitz revealed her glimmering gem in all its glory to her husband. Spreading her legs invitingly as she showcased her shaved pussy, Tirpitz commanded as the rightful Queen of the North would:

“Do it. Fill me up, and don’t you dare stop until I am carrying your child.”

The Commander dived in immediately, lining his already hard cock with Tirpitz’s folds before carving into her womb in one stroke, her own vaginal fluids and saliva from earlier helping her out as a sort of lubricant. Despite her experience Tirpitz’s vagina was as delightfully tight as the day she was deflowered, the Commander moaning as he felt Tirpitz’s walls strangling his cock on all sides. 

Seeing Tirpitz’s peaceful and happy face, the Commander cupped her chin with his open palm tenderly, and Tirpitz responded by clasping her hand over his palm. The two dived in for one tender, romantic kiss as they basked in this intimate moment together, and the Commander resumed his fervent thrusting into her.

“Fucking hell, Tirpy, I love you, I love you so much, ya know?” Began the Commander, slipping into a more informal tone as he spoke. “Everything about you is perfect and lovely, and I desired you from the moment I laid eyes upon you. You looked perfect in everything, from your uniform, to your kimono, to your banquet dress, your bikini and lingerie, and your birthday suit.”

“You seem to have an exceptional love for seeing me in those last two attires.” Flirted Tirpitz.

“Can you blame me? I like seeing more and more of you and your natural form.” 

Tirpitz blushed. “Pervert.” She said, with no malice in her tone.

“Gahhh, Tirpy, your vagina is so tight, it’s like it’s squeezing me of its seed!”

“I want it all, mein Liebe. I want to bear your child-aaahh!, like all the other ship wives that did.”

“Gladly.” Responded the Commander sincerely. “I will do my best to knock you-aaaah! up, Tirpitz! That being said, are you fully prepared to be a mother of my child?”

Tirpitz held the Commander’s hand even tighter. “Always was. From the-aaaah! moment I took you as my husband, I wanted to carry the fruit of our love so much-aaaanh!. Thank you, dear, thank you for all that you’ve done for me and the Iron Blood so far.”

The two lovers were rapidly reaching the end of their private dance. Tirpitz, sensing the Commander’s dick throbbing with a need to fill her up, put her legs around her husband and leg locked him into her. With one final thrust, the two climaxed at the same time, the Commander hilting himself deep into Tirpitz’s fleshy sheath, spurting all over her inner compartments and dousing them in his fertile seed. Tirpitz’s walls tightened even further, as though to squeeze her lover of as much of his semen as possible. The couple took a few deep breaths before looking at each other’s disheveled form, yet minding neither their appearance nor the depravity of their actions, instead caring solely about the other’s enjoyment and fulfilment. Looking into each other’s eyes, Tirpitz and her lover shared one more wet smooch.

“I…goodness, mein Liebe, I love it when you make a mess inside of me like this. I love feeling your semen within my walls, it warms me up very well.” Confessed the embarrassed battleship. 

“I love cumming inside you too, my Queen.”

The two looked deeply into each other eyes, both lust and love swirling and overtaking both of them again once more.

“Want to go again, Tirpy?”

“Anytime, mein Liebe~”

And without another moment to waste, the two were back at it again, hips clapping against hips throughout the night.

Tirpitz assumed a doggy position, as the Commander fucked her senselessly into the bedsheets. Tirpitz could feel her walls being hammered raw by her husband’s battering ram, whilst she clawed at the bedsheets and moaned softly but whorishly, threatening to pull them off. 

Feeling her orgasm overtake her once more, Tirpitz slammed her face into a nearby pillow as she climaxed once more, squirting more fluids onto her lover’s crotch and the messy bedsheets as she felt the warm essence of her beloved drip into her cervix.

“You really love being fucked, don’t ya, Tirpy?”

“Yes!” Yelled Tirpitz mindlessly at the top of her voice. “I love your cock so much! I want you to fuck me all night long, mein Liebe!”

“Looks like we are of the same mind here…” The Commander then leaned down, breathing into Tirpitz’s ear as she shuddered from the warm sensation, before whispering:

“Then, let’s fuck all night long, until neither of us can walk properly anymore.”

Tirpitz howled in absolute bliss as her husband went right back to pounding into her.

At some point, Tirpitz managed to take advantage of her husband’s declining stamina and flipped them over, and now took up a dominant role, making love to her husband in the cowgirl position.

“I bet you love this, don’t you, mein Liebe? Being dominated by a powerful woman who wants your seed, you love it, don’t you?”

“Yes! Yes! Tirpy, fuck me harder! Make me-gahhh, make me fill you up again and again!”

“Hehehehe, you always make me so weird and perverted, mein Liebe. Your perversity is rubbing off on me nowadays~”

Tirpitz pushed herself up slightly before slamming down on her love’s pelvis, eliciting a moan from the mating couple. 

“F-fuck, Tirpy, you’re so-ah good! You’re so good I’m going to cum!”

“Do it! Mein Liebe, paint me in your-ah! colours! Knock me up with your child!”

The two could feel a familiar sensation surging up their joined genitalia as Tirpitz worked her child-bearing hips up and down the meat rod spearing through her, both parties harbouring only slight regret that their stamina and the whole session couldn’t last even longer. Until, at last-

Tirpitz arched and threw her head back as the two lovebirds climaxed once more as they mated, the hot sensation filling her uterus again and again.

Finally, with their bodies covered in love bites and scratches, lipstick marks and bodily fluids, the two warriors collapsed onto their bed, the last of their energies spent and their legs no longer supporting them. Taking her lover’s hand into her own, Tirpitz smiled. The Commander smiled back and kissed Tirpitz’s hand gingerly, before stroking her abdomen, around her groin area. Giving her a goodnight kiss, the Commander said, “I truly want for you to bear our love child, Tirpy.”

“I pray that I can have this privilege, mein Herz.”

“I… mein Liebe, you made me feel so weird and perverted nowadays. Do you still like me for being so-“

“Silence the thought, my beloved Tirpy. I love every part of you, from the regal Queen who is formal and dignified to everyone, to the perverted Queen of the bedchambers that you show to me privately. Besides, I’m hardly one to comment about perversity, no?”

“Ich, ich liebe dich so sehr, mein Schatz.”

“I love you so much, meine Engelchen. I want to be with you, for each and every day of my life, until the day I die.” Replied the Commander, using his own knowledge of German to flirt with her, earning a happy laugh from his Teutonic bride.

The two smiled brightly at each other. Closing their eyes, the Commander and Tirpitz leaned forward, touching their foreheads together in a romantic embrace.

And so the two lovers fell asleep like this, still embracing each other, leaving the both of them to a deep slumber until Bismarck of the Iron Blood had the unfortunate (or perhaps very fortunate) privilege of stumbling upon their still nude and soiled bodies when Lady Tirpitz had yet to rouse for lunch, although that is a story for another time.

Meanwhile, within Tirpitz, a substantial and very welcome change was occurring inside of her…

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“Vater! Mama asked me to give you your lunch for today, you forgot it at home again!” Exclaimed Alfred, as he entered the office.

“Alfred! How many times have I- oh, thanks for the food! However, please remember to knock politely next time, it’s basic manners!” The Commander replied as he gratefully received his carefully prepared lunch from his son.

“Oops! Sorry, Vater!”

“You know, mein Liebe, for someone who runs an entire fleet of ships and has married about half of them, you are oddly absent-minded at times.” Laughed out a familiar and beautiful voice.

The Commander looked up into the eyes of his German Queen, who was now walking in through the door as well. 

“Tirpy!” 

The Commander moved quickly to his hobbling wife’s side to support her. Placing a hand on her engorged belly, the Commander knelt down and gingerly kissed it, earning a small giggle from his beloved wife. The two gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes and-

“Please excuse me, Vater and Mutter,” cut in Alfred quickly. “I don’t wish to… interfere in whatever romantic actions you both are about to partake in.”

“Alfred!” Exclaimed his parents, the human male and kansen female blushing madly from ear to ear.

“Don’t worry, I understand, if you both didn’t like each other, I wouldn’t be here,” Alfred paused for a moment before looking at his mother, “or my new sister, for that matter.”

“Alfred! Get back here!” Yelled out Tirpitz, almost moving to chase after the now-escaping Alfred.

“Have a great time!” Shouted the human-kansen hybrid as he speeded down the hallway.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, besides,” the Commander started, “you shouldn’t do stupid things like running considering your current status.”

Indeed, Tirpitz had, much to her eternal delight, bore a healthy son, the first for a kansen, after their raucous night so many years ago. Of course, the Commander couldn’t just stop there, for he had so many other ship wives to make happy and who wanted his child too, some even wanting seconds or more, Tirpitz obviously being one of them. And so, Tirpitz was now reaching the end of a second pregnancy, her abdomen swollen with child, but also the fruit of her happiness. To be able to bear her beloved’s children, was the greatest honour Tirpitz felt she had ever been blessed with. 

“Eugen is really being a bad influence on Alfred and all the children in general, huh…” sighed Tirpitz in defeat.

“She’s just quite the tease, and besides, she did a really good job taking care of you and giving you advice when you were pregnant last time, no?”

“True…”

“So…”

“So…”

“Want to do something romantic, mein Liebe/my Queen?”

“Ah…” both parents looked down embarrassedly.

Clearing her throat, Tirpitz commanded: “My bedroom, right after work, alright?”

The Commander made a mock bow. “As you wish, my dearest lady.”

“Good.” Smirking, Tirpitz turned around and walked out the office slowly, whilst clutching to her distended abdomen carefully; she had a wonderful night to prepare for, after all.

Marriage, child-raising, and just having the free will and the wonder of being like a human in general compared to being just a metal hull in her previous life made Tirpitz feel fulfilled and joyous. Standing next to her beloved and her fellow shipgirls, Tirpitz never felt a moment’s worth of coldness again.