Divine Wind, Divine Body

A muscular Kamikaze from Victory Belles flaunts her body for her captain - you.

         It is late at night when the door to your cabin opens. Striding towards you, the girl with the silvery hair styled into a pair of ringlets gives you a curt nod as she approaches your desk, the heels of her boots thumping against the metal deck before she stops and salutes, standing rigidly at attention. "I apologize for the intrusion at this hour, kanchou," she states, "But there is something that I wish to converse with you about." Like many others, Kamikaze was one of the so-called kami, the mysterious ship-spirits that manifested themselves as the world went upside-down with the appearance of the mysterious Morganas, strange beings that toyed with the emotions of humanity like putty, and you were the captain that had to be in charge when she decided to awaken. Proud and dutiful, Kamikaze has always stood by your side whenever you took the battle to the Morganas, but as of late, you've noticed that she's been oddly distant, even more so than the militarily-minded girl was normally. The fact that she's now coming to you in private only raises your concern.

         Nodding back, she gives you a quick bow and starts to talk. "If I may be candid, kanchou, I do not think that I have been strong enough to handle the Morganas." A frown crosses your face. Her, of all people, not strong enough? You would say that she's joking, but she's not the type to crack something like that. "No, no, I am certain that I am fine in terms of willpower," she responds when you ask her, "I am referring to my physical strength. I could be… hmm, no, should be much stronger than before, so that the Morganas know that I can battle with them all and still be victorious! I want them to know that I am indestructible!" One of her hands reaches for the collar of her uniform. Was is just you, or did it seem tighter on her than before? "I must offer my apologies again, kanchou," she continues on, "But I had to seclude myself to focus on my body and train it to perfection. Allow me to show you the results." That's when Kamikaze rips her clothes off.

         The destroyer girl's body is impossible. Every inch of her body from her neck downwards has been stuffed with pound upon pound, layer upon layer of muscle, all of it accented by the rich tan that covers her skin. Biceps almost the size of her head clash in a duel for space against lats wide enough to give her upper body an exaggerated triangular shape. Forearms thick as copper cables thrum with power as the veins crisscrossing them throbbed. Each of her deltoids are as round and hard as a bowling ball, while in between them, her traps rise up towards the back of her head and her neck had practically been stuffed with cord upon cord of sinew. Even her once modest bust was bigger as well! Each near-spherical breast had blossomed to the size of a cantaloupe, barely being restrained by an almost non-existent top. You have to do a double take, and you come to a realization: there's nothing supporting her chest! Only a pair of straining pasties covers Kamikaze's nipples, her chest is so tight and pumped that both of her tits had become perfectly round balls of flesh! "What do you think, kanchou," the hulking destroyer asks, her lips parting to show off a smile almost as broad as her shoulders, "Do you find my body impressive?"

         You are at a loss for words - Kamikaze wasn't just muscular, she was an absolute freak! She has to have packed more beef onto her body than what had to be humanly possible, and now here she is, flaunting it all off for you! "You're titanic…" you mumble, making a proud laugh escape the mountain of muscle before you, "But how‽" Placing her hands on her hips, Kamikaze shows off in a vast front lat spread: "All I will say is that kami of the fleet such as myself work a little differently than you, kanchou." She changes poses and does a classic double biceps flex, pumping her arms in an effort to get her biceps to climb closer and closer to her wrists. "I have to admit, this is far more exhilarating than I anticipated, but I do not believe that this will be enough."

         Not enough? She was built like she could rip a sheet of steel clean in half, and she's saying it's not enough‽ Dumbfounded, you parrot back Kamikaze's words to her, unable to take your eyes off of her shredded physique. "Ah, allow me to clarify, kanchou. My current musculature…" She pauses for a moment before drawing herself back and then letting herself surge with a crab flex.
Your heart races as her muscles swell further from the force of her flex, and in your pants, you can feel loins stir. "… It is perfect as it is, but what I mean is that it is not enough for just me to be so powerful. Imagine if all the other kami were just as mighty as I am. Akagi-sama, Nagato-sama, Ashigara-san, Fubuki-san, all of us, with the muscles and might to easily crush any Morgana that dares challenge us!" As Kamikaze continues to babble on about her dream to turn the fleet into what was essentially a glorified bodybuilding contest, your head goes elsewhere: a veritable legion of muscle-bound women, their bodies swollen with disgustingly ripped beef, it sounded less like a genuine plan to stop the Morganas and more Kamikaze's secret fetishistic fantasies! Yet, as you continue to let this amazonian stud pose and flex, it turns you on. You can feel the bulge in your pants harden and thicken as the thought of this horde of brawny goddesses letting you worship their bodies feeds on your lust, making it harder than a diamond! You're just about to reach down and pull down your pants when a voice snaps you out of your amorous haze.

         "You find this arousing, kanchou, no?" Dammit, you forgot about Kamikaze being in here with you! You jump up and scramble to make yourself presentable and apologize when the tan-skinned destroyer suddenly pins you against the bulkhead. As the two of you lock eyes, the normal professionalism that she constantly carries has melted away from the flame of lust raging in you both. Her breath is hot and unsteady against your skin, and gingerly, she starts to remove your belt and lower your pants. "You need me, kanchou," she coos in a breathy voice, and with a yank, she pulls your down your underwear, exposing your cock to the elements. Her eyes go wide with shock and arousal as she takes in the sight of your shaft, impossibly more swollen than you've ever seen it! "And so badly…" the drill-haired amazon murmurs, her voice quivering with need, "I… I must take care of this!"

         You jerk back as your erection gets sandwiched between Kamikaze's melon-sized milkers, their warmth running down it and into your sack. Tenderly, the tawny stud heaves her chest up and down, each bit of movement she makes sending spasms of lust into your brain. "Hah, you are larger than I thought, kanchou," she grunts, shaking her hips side to side as she gets herself off from the titjob she's giving you, "Then ngh again, you can say the same about me." As she continues to squeeze your dick inside of her cleavage, you force yourself to look down at Kamikaze, and when you do so, you swear you can feel it swell even bigger. Kamikaze's arms bulge and thrum with energy as they force her boobs up and down your cock - her biceps look ready to burst right out of her skin, and the striated muscles within her forearms dance with each command she gives them. "Harder, please," you croak out, and ever loyal to you, her beloved captain, your beefcake of a kami does so in earnest.

         Kamikaze is relentless in her assault. Her tits and pecs work in tandem to toy with your throbbing erection, caught in a prison both hard and soft. Beneath them, her cobbled six-pack abs roll and ripple as they massage your balls, trying to stimulate them into making you produce as much jizz as you can, and by God is it working. Each of your testicles feel like an overfilled balloon that is ready to explode at any second as her abs continue to knead them like dough. Sweat soaks your uniform as the hunk in front of you uses her obscenely powerful body to play with you, and every time you get close to cumming, she stops. "I am not done with you just yet, kanchou," she purrs into your ear, "You only get release when I say so." You would've said something back, but your crotch was too busy distracting you with it being ready to burst but being denied again and again. Noticing your cock throb violently inside her cleavage, Kamikaze gives you a devilish grin: "Ah, it looks like you are quite pent up, kanchou. I think it is time for you to have some relief."

         Kamikaze relaxes her chest ever so slightly, and you're unable to hold back any longer. You erupt like a volcano as the muscle-bound stud making you her sex toy finally grants you release. Alabaster ropes of semen shoot out from your aching erection, splattering Kamikaze's chest and in hot and sticky seed. Seeing you ejaculate as hard as you can sends the colossal kami into a lustful frenzy, and she joins you as her own orgasm finally crashes down onto her like a tsunami. She gasps and groans in pleasure, squeezing her tits against your pulsing pole, only making the two of you cum even harder. For what feels like hours, the two of you are caught in a cycle of erotic ecstasy, singing each other high praises as endless orgasms slam into you. The two of you, intertwined, revel in the pleasure of it all until you're unable to feel yourself cum anymore.

         As it finally ends, you take sharp breaths as you come down from the high of ecstasy. With your manhood still trapped between her perfectly spherical tits, Kamikaze smiles at you before bending her head down and giving it a kiss, making a spasm of pleasure run though you as another glob of spunk dribbles out. "That was incredible, kanchou," the tanned goddess purrs as she finally releases you from the grip of her chest. You can barely give her a nod in response, your head spinning from the teasing and squeezing that Kamikaze had just given you. With a quiet laugh, the silver-haired girl scoops up some of the ropes of creamy white seed you just shot all over chest with her fingers and licks them clean, her eyes fluttering as she tastes it, and the sight of her indulging in it sends one last burst out of you before you slump into your chair. "Speaking of incredible, kanchou, I did not expect you to have so much for me." Getting up from the floor, she let out a yawn and stretched, each muscle rippling as she did so. "However, that was much more… exhausting than I thought it would be…" Her voice trailed off as she gives you a wicked grin, with a look like she was a wolf in a herd of sheep. "How about a night with me, kanchou? I think you appreciate being protected by all my muscles as you rest, no?"

         Kamikaze's arms bulge as she picks you up right out from your chair, her basketball-sized biceps pressing against your side as she lifts you up. You and her say nothing as she carriers you towards your bunk - you too exhausted from her "treatment," and Kamikaze too busy rewarding you with kisses after practically blanketing her your seed. She deposits you onto your bunk, a demure smile on her face as she crawls in next to you, the bunk creaks under her herculean bulk. Wrapping you up with her brawny arms and pillar-like legs, she gives you one more kiss as she holds onto you tight. "Sleep well, kanchou," she whispers into you ear as you feel yourself drift off into a well-deserved rest, "I cannot wait to give you another taste of my divinity when we awaken."