Blackened vows Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/24917905 Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: F/M Fandom: 碧蓝航线 | Azur Lane (Video Game) Relationship: Belfast (Azur Lane)/Original Male Character(s) Character: Belfast (Azur Lane) Additional Tags: Cheating , Cuckolding , Missionary Position , Oral Sex , Shower Sex , Interracial Relationship , Period-Typical Racism , Not kidding about racism Stats: Published: 2020-06-25 Completed: 2020-07-04 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 9975 Blackened vows by Vodkannon7 Summary Belfast and her husband are now living in a mansion near the base. They're a happily married pair... until a certain comes along. Commissioned story. Notes This is a commissioned story. It deals with a certain type of dialogue that might not fit everyone, so if you find racism unappealing for you, please step away. In accordance with the commissioner's wishes, I'll post this version as-is, for I believe it's also appropriate for the time this takes place in. In the following days I'll upload a version with toned down language. Seriously, this is your final warning. Past this point, you're on your own. Chapter 1 With the calming, tender sound of the waves crashing the rocks below the cliff, a woman in white stood by her lonesome in the middle of the enormous garden, her white hair fluttering about with the gentle breeze of the ocean, as she looked up towards the sun as it’s rays gently stroked her face, her wedding ring shimmering as a tender smile adorned her face. “Belfast! Dinner is almost ready!” “Coming~!” The woman in white was Belfast, head maid of the Royal Navy, and secretary ship to the commander of the 06th outpost of the Azur Lane alliance. As she turned her heels and walked towards the kitchen, the salty scent of the ocean bathed the entirety of the state, making the woman reminisce of the day when she met her would-be husband. It was a day just like this one, as a small, frail figure walked towards the podium, addressing the gathered assembly of shipgirls as his small voice cracked in his feeble attempt of looking “rough”. As he finished his speech and prepared to leave, his papers started falling and fluttering all over the room, the laughters of the women filling the room as they mocked the feeble man below their breaths. However, there was a single one that didn’t laugh. She was Belfast. And she had been captivated by the way in which the young commander tried his earnest for them. Helping him pick up his papers, a special relationship blossomed between the two of them. After that, the pair meet for many special occasions, Belfast assuring the commander that he earned a break and to spend time with her, the maid afterwards having to placate the muttering of the disgruntled girls each time they saw the two of them together. “What a creep~” “Poor Belfast, having to deal with him...” “Hey, at least it ain’t us!” Gritting her teeth, Belfast tried to endure the slanders against her commander, her heart growing increasingly fond of him the more time they spent together. However, her expectations were met the day he presented an engagement ring to the head maid, kneeling in front of her amidst the muffled laughter of the peanut gallery surrounding them. Resolved to not let his bravery go unrewarded, she accepted his ring, as well as kissing him in front of the entire base, gasps and whispers quickly travelling across the crowd before Belfast addressed them with a thundering voice. “From now on, any words directed at my beloved are directed to me as well! So if anyone wants to speak up, take a step forward!” The girls, still rattling from how powerful her voice was, were too afraid of her wrath to dare speak up from then on. And so, with a simple ceremony, the pair finally were joined in marriage. Now, some 8 months after their wedding, the pair lived in one of the state-of-the-art mansions that belonged to the Royal Navy, a wedding gift from Queen Elizabeth to Belfast. Enjoying the newlywed life, Belfast spent many joyous moments inside these linen-covered walls, laughing along her still-somewhat dorky husband. And today was one of the days where her husband volunteered to cook dinner for her. However, as Belfast entered the large dining room, her eyes grew wide as she saw the small trail of smoke coming from the kitchen’s direction. Her heels slightly digging into the carpet, she darted towards the room, kicking the door open as she stormed the burning kitchen with the extinguisher in hand... only to find her husband standing in front of the stove, sobbing lightly as he watched their dinner, now burnt to a crisp as the maid slowly approached him from behind. “Forgot to take it out when you called for me?” “Yes...” The dejected man looked with tear-filled eyes at his wife as he tried to amend the situation. His wife, however, simply shook her head as she rolled up the sleeves of her maid uniform, tying her hair into a ponytail as she rummaged through the groceries, picking a few ingredients to prepare a humble dinner for the two. “Don’t worry, master~ Allow me to prepare the dinner, although it won’t taste as good as your dish~” “Oh, you flatter me, Belfast... Although I’d wish if you didn’t act as a maid, now that we’re married...” “Oh, that won’t do, Master~” The maid chuckled, teasing her husband with a smile in her face as she finished preparing the plates. Walking together towards the dining room, they sat down and started eating, talking about their days as they poured a cup of wine, laughing and joking as they grew slightly inebriated. As they finished their dinners, the commander tried his best to sober up as he gave his wife a bit of news. “Oh, right. Belfast, starting tomorrow we’ll have a new employee helping us maintain the mansion. He’s a gardener, who was recommended by a friend of mine” “What~? Don’t think this maid can keep the mansion running by herself~? “N-no, no, nothing like that! I-I just want to lessen the burden on your shoulders, even if only a bit...” Although she planned to tease him just a bit, her heart started to melt upon hearing how concerned he was of her. Her face now in full blush, she pounced on her tiny husband, planting a kiss on his lips before turning back and heading towards their room. “...How about you help me relax right now, Master~?” “D-Don’t be silly!” His face lighting up instantly as he turned beet red, he turned his gaze away in shame from the maid, still not used to the idea of having sex with a woman like that. Although they confirmed their love the night of their honeymoon, he only managed a single shot before his stamina was depleted, his confidence still resting on the floor after years of teasing and bullying by the shipgirls from his previous post. A slightly disappointed look on her face, Belfast refused to comment, opting instead to wait until he felt comfortable with the idea. And with a bow of her head, the maid retired to their room, tucking in early as her husband drank some more wine before preparing himself to sleep. And so, the pair slept on, blissfully unaware of the storm that approached beyond the horizon... __ As the rays of the early morning bathed the spouses’ room, Belfast slowly woke up from her alcohol-assisted slumber, slowly stretching her arms as her croggy eyes adjusted to the shining glow that covered the wall, the side of the bed already tidied up as her husband woke up extra early to go pick up their new gardener. A bit curious of who he could be, the maid slowly rose and sat on the side of the bed, finishing up her stretching before standing and walking towards the drawer, her ample, milky white breasts bouncing with each step she took until she finally stopped in front of the mirror, her toned naked figure reflecting on the polished surface as she rummaged through the maid dresses she had. All functionally the same, she had prepared each one for special occasions. Parties, meetings, presentations... She always had a sense of aesthetics she wished to maintain. Donning her usual lacy underwear, she slid her white stockings over her beautifully maintained legs, toes curling as she stretched them to fit into the white fabric, the elastic around her thighs tightly hugging her as she put on her garterbelt, pulling on the straps as she sealed the latches, her soft posterior jiggling heartily as she adjusted the belt, finally donning her formal uniform, the pompous dress hiding her voluptuous figure from the waist down, the focus now lying instead on her deep cleavage, finishing her preparations as she put on her high heels, tidying up her hair as she left the room and headed downstairs, rushing to prepare breakfast for the pair that was about to arrive. However, her time was cut short, as a black Mercedes Benz drove into the state’s sidewalk, parking in the garage as Belfast dropped her plans and rushed to meet them at the door. As she waited for her beloved to open, her heart started to beat hastily, her mind filling with possibilities at what sort of person her husband had contracted. With the turning of the handle, Belfast steeled herself... “Ah, hello Belfast!” “Hey, hello there~!” ...However, much to her surprise and shock, her husband arrived accompanied by a man. A black man. A towering, larger-than-life black man. “Let me introduce you. This is Matunde. He’s the person that my friend recommended to me. He’s worked in...” As her husband trailed off into an introduction for the man, Belfast’s expectant face quickly turned into a hateful scorn. There was a side that she had never revealed to her husband. Belfast was, in fact, quite the racist individual. Coming from a royal background, the court had a disdain for people they deemed "inferior" to them. And who else would be the target of their scorn than the black people from the conquered lands of Africa, where now their colonies lay. Instilled in her since her teenage years, Belfast was deeply distrustful of them, with the woman making no attempt to hide her animosity towards the giant man, a grin adorning his face as his eyes scanned the surroundings, whistling in a somewhat jeering tone as he took in the spacious, gorgeous mansion. However, his attention was quickly locked in the maid’s enormous chest, his eyes not even bothering to hide his leering as he took in the visage of the maid’s sizable, snug chest, threatening to spill out from the gentlest of motions. “...and that’s his story so far. Got it?” Her attention quickly snapping back to her husband, the woman stuttered for a few seconds before replying. “Y-yes, I got it. However, I have to...” “Ah, glad you did. I’ll leave him in your care. I have some reports in my bag that I have to file, so I’ll be in my office.” And running upstairs, the commander missed the opportunity to hear the complaints of his wife, the maid swallowing her words of rage as she calmed herself down, retiring herself to the kitchen to drink a glass of water, the black man watching her hips swaying about with each step she took, licking his lips in whetted hunger. “Ayo, where do I start, ma’am~?” The woman begrudgingly turned her heels around, facing him as she addressed the gardener with a hostile tone, the scowl adorning her face making no attempt at hiding her disapproving of the man. “... How about picking up the weeds that are surrounding the hydrangeas~?” The woman having a look of disgust on her face, went into the kitchen, the man rubbing his palms together as he ventured into the garden, barely missing the maid's cutting remark, spoken amidst shushed breaths as she poured herself a glass of wine. "... As well as some cotton..." __ It had been a few weeks since Matunde had arrived at the mansion. Hostilities escalating behind her husband’s back, Belfast never failed in belittling and insulting the black gardener, a sly smile on his face as he replied in kind with flirts and jeers about the woman’s cooking, their conflicts going from petty squabbles to full-on discussions. After one of these discussions, the still heated- up woman retired herself to her room, dropping on the bed and cuddling up to her husband, who was blissfully unaware of the conflicts going on in his own house. However, he turned his face towards Belfast, dropping some ominous words to her ears. “Sorry, Belfast. I’m gonna have to sleep early tonight... The admiralty has a reunion coming up, and I’ll be out for a few days.” Shocked by the news, the woman did her best to hide her disappointment, slightly pouting as she turned her body to the side of the bed, drifting into a tender dream as she cooled her head off. Come next morning, however, the reality was about to hit her in the face. Before she could even say her goodbyes, her husband had departed for the admiralty reunion. Ticked off by his lack of delicacy, the woman woke up with an especially angry look on her face. A fact that Matunde didn’t let slip by. “Ayo, boss say nothing before he left~? Perhaps something like ‘Pick up the cotton~!?’ ” Jeering at his own joke, his laughter resounded inside the maid’s eardrums, drumming louder and louder as her stress hit the breaking point, finally dropping the act and lashing out against the gardener. “How about you go and do your goddamn job, you goddamn spook!?” In a fit of rage, the woman exploded into a mad ramble of complaints, not even bothering to hide her contempt at the man’s race, an hysterical look on her face as she went on and on about his color. “It’s because you never take your job seriously that I’m like this! Always fooling around! Always ogling me around! You disgust me! I don’t know why my husband keeps you around!” Venting all of her frustrations, the woman kept calling the gardener an assortment of names, with a mouth profane enough to put any sailor to shame. However, the man only responded with fits of laughter, brushing off her insults with smirks and finally by walking off on her, leaving the disheveled woman behind as she took short, hurried breaths, desperately looking to calm herself down. While she certainly meant every single word she blurted out, it was unbecoming for a woman like her to react like that. What would her husband say? However, the die had been cast. Come evening, the still frustrated woman headed to the kitchen, pulling a chair out as she poured herself a bourbon, gulping down the drink as she felt the burning sensation wash over her mouth, the sweet, refined taste stimulating her senses as she pondered what had caused her outburst. Sure, he was frustrated with Matunde, but she wasn’t one to give in to emotion like that. Quickly bottoming another glass, the woman started to relax, her shoulders drooping as her face lit up in a faint blush. Then another bourbon followed, the woman now giggling at her own thoughts, pondering why she was even angry in the first place. “Oh, didn’t plan on invitin’ a friend over?” Standing on the door connecting the garden to the kitchen stood Matunde, a sly smile on his face as he pulled a chair next to Belfast ́s serving himself a glass of the sweet nectar. “Who said you could take a glass, ehhhh?” The woman, although inebriated, still harbored some animosity towards him. However, she didn't feel the rage from earlier. Finally taking a deep breath, she gave up on her ire. “...Fine, take a glass...” “Ah, thanks, ma’am~” Belfast didn’t like the way in which he addressed her. She was supposed to be the lady of the house. While, yes, she was still acting as the maid, it seems like deep down she desired the respect of being addressed as the lady of the house. And this small pout of hers didn’t go unnoticed by Matunde, his sly grin turning into a serious visage as he sharpened his silver tongue. “I’m sorry, Lady... For always causing you trouble.” “Hmmm, is that so?” “Yes...I just worry for the lady, after all. Your husband never helps you out.” “What are you trying to say, huuuuuh~?” “Oh, nothing...It just seems the ma’am could do with relaxing for a bit...” And quickly standing up, the man located himself behind her, his big, rugged hands quickly wrapping themselves around the woman’s shoulders, massaging them with a tender, delicate touch as the knot in her shoulders quickly undid themselves, small whimpers of relaxation and pleasure escaped from her mouth, the scowl of being touched by the man she hated quickly turning into a smile, her worries slowly melting away. “Liked the massage, ma’am~” “W-well, I’ve had better, but it was good...” “Ah, that so... Well, then, allow me to make it up to you by doing something even more pleasurable~” “Pleasurable?” asked Belfast, a vacant, disheveled look on her face as she looked up towards the hulking man. “Surprise me, you filthy black~” __ “F-FUUUUCK!” Echoing across the empty halls of the mansion were Belfast’s howling shrieks of pleasure, her hands desperately holding onto the wooden counter as her legs were forcefully held by Matunde's thick, powerful hands, her heels threatening to fall off from the intensity of his hips slamming against Belfast's hips, her pink lips tightly latching around the black pipe that pumped in and out of her wet slit, her entire body shuddering at the depraved feeling that overwhelmed her. "What's wrong, lady~? Feelin' feverish?" "Sh-shut up!" She couldn't stop herself from feeling every bump and vein that popped out of his thick, girthy shaft, sending small jolts of lighting through her limbs as her mouth stood agape, drooling like a whore filled with wanton lust. Drunk in the black man's pheromones, Belfast's stupor couldn't hide the fact that she was feeling pleasure unlike any she had experienced before. Size. Technique. Stamina. In all fields, he dwarfed her husband thoroughly, as much as she hated making the comparison. Averting her gaze, the frustrated woman tried to ignore the cruel realization. That her husband came short when pitted against him. That whenever she gazed at his broad, muscular chest, she felt her chest tightening as it filled with longing. Longing for something she hated. Longing for something she knew was better. However, Matunde wasn't gonna let her escape the reality. "What's this, lady? Tightening when I poke... Here!" "G-guuuh!" Whimpering in disgrace, the woman was helpless against him as the man slowly crept closer and closer towards her, his toned, jet-black body dwarfing over the maid's milky-white figure as he pressed down against her laid-down body, their chests pressing together as her toes curled from the feeling of her walls being pried open by his massive length, reaching places that her husband never had before. As he stood over her, her body shuddering and trembling like that of a maiden on her first time, she shook her head as he grew closer towards her, closing her eyes at the horrifying idea. Not of becoming a subservient toy to him. Not of being forced to commit adultery against her husband. "Just say what you mean, ma'am... It'll feel so good~" "N-no! Don't come any closer!" And as her lips met with Matunde's, his tongue thoroughly explored the insides of her mouth as she offered a meek resistance to his advances. As the mix of slobber made the both of them intoxicated and feverish, they finally broke the kiss, a stand of spit connecting their mouth as Belfast looked at him with a serious look on her face, a bright blush adorning her face as the fear in her heart finally realized. "...D-don’t...don’t... ...Don't stop, you nigger" The fear of willingly giving herself to him. Wrapping himself around him, the pair indulged in the enveloping warmth of each other's bodies, rubbing together like snails as they thrashed all over the kitchen, knocking down chairs as the man slammed her down whatever surface he could find, plowing her overflowing cunt mercilessly as the smacking sound of his heavy balls slapping against Belfast's fat rump echoed on the empty room, turning their thoughts to mush as they were overwhelmed by animalistic lust, clawing away at each other as Belfast continued kissing the man like a maiden in love, the towering black monolith cruelly pistoning away at her ivory moon, her legs shooting up as his glans gave her cervix loving kisses, the mix of pain and pleasure sending the woman over the edge as she climaxed for the first time since she had gotten married. However, the african warrior wasn't done with her. "Hope ya ready, ho'. I'm gonna ruin you" The woman shuddered in disgust upon hearing his mocking tone, wrapping her arms around his neck as he effortlessly lifted her up, carrying her towards the living room before sitting on the couch, the tumble making the woman slid further down his proud mast as she breath raggedly, replying to him with bated tone. "T-try breaking this lady, you filthy slave~" His hips quickly shooting upwards, he effortlessly lifted the woman with his cock as he burrowed his throbbing member deep inside her clamping walls, Belfast's head being thrown rolling back as her tongue lolled out, uttering weak and pathetic whimpers of pleasure as Matunde's powerful hands gripped the maid's uniform tightly, ripping it open and exposing the lady's raunchy underwear. "Seems like this ho' was raring for action~" "Th-thwats not- G-gyyyuuuhhh~!" The black lace that covered the woman's privates perfectly complimented her pasty complexion, giving her the look of a refined, high-class escort. However, as the onyx pole kept sliding in and out of her sopping wet snatch, her sultry underwear following suit and being ripped apart by the raven gardener, his brutish behavior goading the woman into submission as she kept trembling and shaking like a fawn that's about to be eaten by its predator. And just like a predator, the black panther went for the kill. Circling his arms around her, Matunde took hold of the maid in a tight embrace, pushing her to the side as he reversed their positions, pinning the woman down as his powerful body crushed the feeble royal lady, years of proud anglo heritage about to be destroyed to the drumming of his hips as they beat down the proud lady to total subservience, pistoning her mercilessly as he subjected the woman to his favorite position: the mating press. A symphony of moans and grunts filled the living room where Belfast and her husband spent many joyous moments, the visage of a giant man ruthlessly swaying his hips like a monkey as the tiny woman below him squealed shamelessly line a pig, the union of grunts and moans crescendoing in a passionate kiss, their muffled whimpers resounding into the dead of night as the man irresponsibly filled up the maid with rope after rope of his thick, creamy, gooey black seed, his grunts finally subsiding as he slid his cock out of the thoroughly stretched hole, her legs twitching as she lay on the couch, cum oozing out of her beat-up cunt as she basked in the afterglow of such animalistic sex. "Ay, this ain't gonna clean itself, ho'!" "...Understood, Sir" Proudly standing in front of her face, the monster cock obscured her eyes as her nostrils were filled with the overwhelming scent of his manly musk mixing with her love juices, her mind turning into a hazy mess as her lips wrapped around the black mamba as her tongue swirled all over his bumpy rod, her hands drifting towards her wet pussy, playing with her labia and clit while sucking the african she despised so much. "... Let's wash it properly..." Trying to stand on her wobbly legs, Belfast planned to head towards the shower upstairs. However, upon hearing the smack of Matunde's hands meeting her succulent behind, her vision turned downwards as he lifted the woman effortlessly, throwing her over his shoulder as he carried her towards the bathroom. Kicking the door open, he finally placed the woman on the sink, their lips locked in a passionate kiss as he slowly took off his garments, dropping to the floor as his hands started caressing Belfast's face, stroking her hair as he pulled one of her bands, tying her hair into a ponytail as she slid off the rest of her clothes. Taking the garter belt off, she left her stockings and heels on, stepping onto the shower before squatting in front of Matunde, covering his cock in layers of slobber as she started savoring his dick like it was one of the most divine treats in the royal kitchen. Bobbing her head to and fro, she relished on hearing the groans of pleasure that Matunde let out as his shaft was massaged by her throat, her lips latched tightly around his cock while his hands pulling her ponytail as a make-shift handle, guiding her as her tongue explored every inch of his cock. "Y-you damn ho'!" Trembling in utter delight, the maid was suddenly lifted and slammed against the glass wall of the shower, her chest pressing against the crystal as they turned on the shower, the warm water covering the both of them as he started slamming her rear once more, her legs crumpling as her cunt was stuffed by the black tusk, her guts being arranged by his merciless thrusts as his hands fumbled over her wet breasts, her fair ivory skin shimmering with the faint moonlight as bits of it disappeared due to the man's jet-black skin, looking like the moon shining onto the darkest of nights as his proud manhood pierced the racist royal lady, her mouth being stuffed by his fingers as she sucked on them tenderly, her eyes rolling back as climax after climax washed over her, body shuddering with utter delight as he pulled her hair roughly, her head being thrown back until he finally took off the band, letting her beautiful hair be washed by the warm water as it finally plopped onto her reddened rump, her entire being surrendering to the raw, primal needs of her body. She desired to be tamed. Dominated. Offer her body to the superior male. However, amidst his relentless thrusts, in what seemed a night that'd last forever, she gazed at her wedding ring. The symbol of her and her husband’s love. Her chest tightening, she shuddered as she clasped it tightly, holding onto it as she felt her womb being flooded once more by an unbelievable amount of cum, with such force that a condom would have been for naught. Sliding out, she collapsed onto the shower floor, her body trembling and shaking as the repeats of her orgasm dominated her body. "Stand up, ho'. We ain't finished." "...Y-yes, sir..." As she clutched her ring with desperation, she knew what was coming. He wasn't gonna stop. He was going to keep conquering. Keep dominating. Keep subjugating. Until she finally gave herself to him. Her body being carried in princess style, she saw their bed. The bed where she had consummated her marriage. Where they had spent many happy moments. Where she dreamed of forming a loving family. "Kiss it" "..." clink clink clink The sound of a small metal hitting the wooden floor echoed across the room as she kneeled in the bed, kissing the tip of the musky cock before laying on the bed and spreading her labia for him. "Please conquer this lady~" With unbelievable vigor, the black panther pounces onto the helpless maid, her limbs quickly wrapped around her lover as she lifts her hips to meet his, lips slathering all over each other's face and neck as the pair drowned in the wanton lust of the depraved. As they basked in the forbidden feeling of a royal british lady surrendering to the lowly african servant. As they grew drunk on each other's scents as everything and everyone seemed to disappear from their minds, knowing that they had finally found the one that fulfilled them. And with a loud groan, Belfast finally surrendered to Matunde. "Y-yes! Come inside my royal womb! Please fill me up with your superior, filthy nigger seed!" Matching the creaking of the bed threatening to break was Belfast howling shrieks of pleasure, her nails digging deep into Matunde's back as his hips buckled down on her, the hair on her skin standing on end as her toes curled, legs shot up, her entire body curling and writhing in a desperate attempt to milk the coal shaft of its thick, virile seed. And finally, pressing down with all his strength, the man blasted rope after rope straight into Belfast's womb, her eyes rolling back as she told herself again and again inside her head. "It's over... It's over... It's all over~" __ As the scent of the sea filled the halls of the mansion, a small horde of destroyers played on the carefully kept garden while the more mature women of the base sat alongside Belfast and her husband, her hands carefully gliding over her bulging belly, her pregnancy clear for all to see. "Ah... Congratulations on the baby, Belfast. Just know that all of us wish you the best!" "Thank you, your highness~" Smiles plastered on their faces, the royal ladies congratulated the pair of spouses on their first child, their happiness having mellowed out their disdain for the nerdy commander. "So even you can be a man too, eh~?" "P-please don't tease me about it..." Blushing, the man tightly held his wife's hands, their fingers tenderly locking as he whispered into the maid's ear, the ladies giggling as if they're watching a pair of lovestruck lovers shushing in secret. "Your ring still doesn't fit your finger, right? D-don't take it the wrong way. I know it's the pregnancy's fault, but..." "Darling, I know what you mean. But like I said earlier, you worry too much~" But before the nerdy captain could delve further, a thundering voice called for him. "Boss, I need you to check these bags of fertilizer!" "Ah! Coming! I-I'll see you later, ladies..." An awkward smile on his face, he left the table, walking towards the giant of a gardener as he lifted his hemp hat towards the royal ladies, who shuddered in disgust as they started talking amongst themselves, Edinburg sitting opposite to Belfast whispering to her. "Still... It must be hellish living with such a spook, ?" "Yes..." muttered the woman as she caressed her belly, taking her ring out of her pocket, watching it with a conflicted look on her face before looking around if anyone took notice. Letting it silently roll towards the cliff, the clinking of the metal hitting the rocks was drowned by the surreptitious sound of the ocean. "Although he has given us some gifts, too~" Toned-down version Chapter Summary Once more, this is just a modification of the existing story, for those not comfortable with the first version. Appreciate your understanding. Chapter Notes Once more, this is just a modification of the existing story, for those not comfortable with the first version. Appreciate your understanding. With the calming, tender sound of the waves crashing the rocks below the cliff, a woman in white stood by her lonesome in the middle of the enormous garden, her white hair fluttering about with the gentle breeze of the ocean, as she looked up towards the sun as it’s rays gently stroked her face, her wedding ring shimmering as a tender smile adorned her face. “Belfast! Dinner is almost ready!” “Coming~!” The woman in white was Belfast, head maid of the Royal Navy, and secretary ship to the commander of the 06th outpost of the Azur Lane alliance. As she turned her heels and walked towards the kitchen, the salty scent of the ocean bathed the entirety of the state, making the woman reminisce of the day when she met her would-be husband. It was a day just like this one, as a small, frail figure walked towards the podium, addressing the gathered assembly of shipgirls as his small voice cracked in his feeble attempt of looking “rough”. As he finished his speech and prepared to leave, his papers started falling and fluttering all over the room, the laughters of the women filling the room as they mocked the feeble man below their breaths. However, there was a single one that didn’t laugh. She was Belfast. And she had been captivated by the way in which the young commander tried his earnest for them. Helping him pick up his papers, a special relationship blossomed between the two of them. After that, the pair meet for many special occasions, Belfast assuring the commander that he earned a break and to spend time with her, the maid afterwards having to placate the muttering of the disgruntled girls each time they saw the two of them together. “What a creep~” “Poor Belfast, having to deal with him...” “Hey, at least it ain’t us!” Gritting her teeth, Belfast tried to endure the slanders against her commander, her heart growing increasingly fond of him the more time they spent together. However, her expectations were met the day he presented an engagement ring to the head maid, kneeling in front of her amidst the muffled laughter of the peanut gallery surrounding them. Resolved to not let his bravery go unrewarded, she accepted his ring, as well as kissing him in front of the entire base, gasps and whispers quickly travelling across the crowd before Belfast addressed them with a thundering voice. “From now on, any words directed at my beloved are directed to me as well! So if anyone wants to speak up, take a step forward!” The girls, still rattling from how powerful her voice was, were too afraid of her wrath to dare speak up from then on. And so, with a simple ceremony, the pair finally were joined in marriage. Now, some 8 months after their wedding, the pair lived in one of the state-of-the-art mansions that belonged to the Royal Navy, a wedding gift from Queen Elizabeth to Belfast. Enjoying the newlywed life, Belfast spent many joyous moments inside these linen-covered walls, laughing along her still-somewhat dorky husband. And today was one of the days where her husband volunteered to cook dinner for her. However, as Belfast entered the large dining room, her eyes grew wide as she saw the small trail of smoke coming from the kitchen’s direction. Her heels slightly digging into the carpet, she darted towards the room, kicking the door open as she stormed the burning kitchen with the extinguisher in hand... only to find her husband standing in front of the stove, sobbing lightly as he watched their dinner, now burnt to a crisp as the maid slowly approached him from behind. “Forgot to take it out when you called for me?” “Yes...” The dejected man looked with tear-filled eyes at his wife as he tried to amend the situation. His wife, however, simply shook her head as she rolled up the sleeves of her maid uniform, tying her hair into a ponytail as she rummaged through the groceries, picking a few ingredients to prepare a humble dinner for the two. “Don’t worry, master~ Allow me to prepare the dinner, although it won’t taste as good as your dish~” “Oh, you flatter me, Belfast... Although I’d wish if you didn’t act as a maid, now that we’re married...” “Oh, that won’t do, Master~” The maid chuckled, teasing her husband with a smile in her face as she finished preparing the plates. Walking together towards the dining room, they sat down and started eating, talking about their days as they poured a cup of wine, laughing and joking as they grew slightly inebriated. As they finished their dinners, the commander tried his best to sober up as he gave his wife a bit of news. “Oh, right. Belfast, starting tomorrow we’ll have a new employee helping us maintain the mansion. A gardener, who was recommended by a friend of mine” “What~? Don’t think this maid can keep the mansion running by herself~? “N-no, no, nothing like that! I-I just want to lessen the burden on your shoulders, even if only a bit...” Although she planned to tease him just a bit, her heart started to melt upon hearing how concerned he was of her. Her face now in full blush, she pounced on her tiny husband, planting a kiss on his lips before turning back and heading towards their room. “...How about you help me relax right now, Master~?” “D-Don’t be silly!” His face lighting up instantly as he turned beet red, he turned his gaze away in shame from the maid, still not used to the idea of having sex with a woman like that. Although they confirmed their love the night of their honeymoon, he only managed a single shot before his stamina was depleted, his confidence still resting on the floor after years of teasing and bullying by the shipgirls from his previous post. A slightly disappointed look on her face, Belfast refused to comment, opting instead to wait until he felt comfortable with the idea. And with a bow of her head, the maid retired to their room, tucking in early as her husband drank some more wine before preparing himself to sleep. And so, the pair slept on, blissfully unaware of the storm that approached beyond the horizon... __ As the rays of the early morning bathed the spouses’ room, Belfast slowly woke up from her alcohol-assisted slumber, slowly stretching her arms as her croggy eyes adjusted to the shining glow that covered the wall, the side of the bed already tidied up as her husband woke up extra early to go pick up their new gardener. A bit curious of who he could be, the maid slowly rose and sat on the side of the bed, finishing up her stretching before standing and walking towards the drawer, her ample, milky white breasts bouncing with each step she took until she finally stopped in front of the mirror, her toned naked figure reflecting on the polished surface as she rummaged through the maid dresses she had. All functionally the same, she had prepared each one for special occasions. Parties, meetings, presentations... She always had a sense of aesthetics she wished to maintain. Donning her usual lacy underwear, she slid her white stockings over her beautifully maintained legs, toes curling as she stretched them to fit into the white fabric, the elastic around her thighs tightly hugging her as she put on her garterbelt, pulling on the straps as she sealed the latches, her soft posterior jiggling heartily as she adjusted the belt, finally donning her formal uniform, the pompous dress hiding her voluptuous figure from the waist down, the focus now lying instead on her deep cleavage, finishing her preparations as she put on her high heels, tidying up her hair as she left the room and headed downstairs, rushing to prepare breakfast for the pair that was about to arrive. However, her time was cut short, as a black Mercedes Benz drove into the state’s sidewalk, parking in the garage as Belfast dropped her plans and rushed to meet them at the door. As she waited for her beloved to open, her heart started to beat hastily, her mind filling with possibilities at what sort of person her husband had contracted. With the turning of the handle, Belfast steeled herself... “Ah, hello Belfast!” “Hey, hello there~!” ...However, much to her surprise and shock, her husband arrived accompanied by a man. “Let me introduce you. This is who I was talking about yesterday. He’s the person that my friend recommended to me. He’s worked in...” As her husband trailed off into an introduction for the man, Belfast’s expectant face quickly turned into a judgemental visage of scorn. There was a side that she had never revealed to her husband. Belfast was, in fact, quite the distrustful woman, specially towards men. Ever since being adopted into the royal court, all she had known in her life about men was deceit and betrayal, And so, with a completely unknown man wandering about in the mansion, she wasn't exactly thrilled. However, the man wasn't one to care, a grin adorning his face as his eyes scanned the surroundings, whistling in a somewhat jeering tone as he took in the spacious, gorgeous mansion. However, his attention was quickly locked in the maid’s enormous chest, his eyes not even bothering to hide his leering as he took in the vista of the maid’s sizable, snug chest, threatening to spill out from the gentlest of motions. “...and that’s his story so far. Got it?” Her attention quickly snapping back to her husband, the woman stuttered for a few seconds before replying. “Y-yes, I got it. However, I have to...” “Ah, glad you did. I’ll leave him in your care. I have some reports in my bag that I have to