I'm back. Been a while I know.

I decided to get back in the swing of things with Friedrich. In my Prinz Eugen where her future step son Clovis or alias to (FN) who didn't give it a chance, seemed loved by the people.

So, instead of calling her Mom, how about we make her Mom? You feel me?

Enjoy.

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As war would always be the biggest inevitable thing created by man would go on, the people cannot endure it forever. As battles go on the players that participate in this game that will never end fall as well. Just recently the Iron Blood Commander had retired while he knew what was good for him. To concentrate on his health and live his retirement in peace. The man Commander Heinburg was honored by his nation for all of his years of service. Wanting him to live out the rest of his days.

Which lead to the hardest task. Who would replace him? Someone not too old. Who was experienced and committed. There were several in front of them. The problem was most candidates were already in their mid-50s and within the decade were bound to weigh retirement. Then as they started to look younger, there was one that stood out. The grandson of Commander Heinburg. (FN) (LN) taking his mother's name to protect his identity was already in the ranks.

As he got there, it was a strange feeling. The public didn't know about who he really was. Only what he brought to the table. Hard work, leadership, and the tools and mind to keep Iron Blood strong for a long time. With battles on the calm since they were winning, not many had much doubt. Concern, yes. Doubt? No.

Commander (FN) (LN) or fourth generation Heinburg found himself in the big chair at the office. Getting used to the view over the water and the port. Something he only saw a handful of times. Now as an adult, a similar feeling as he saw for the first time as a boy. All smiles regardless of it being all business of where he stands. There was also going to be people popping in and out of the room with intel, resources, catering, and other visits from people and ships alike. 

His first visitor came as he heard a knock on his door. "Come in." He called as he turned around from his port and ocean view. Eyeing a ship with long black hair. 

The door opened and she closed it behind her. "My, you're younger than I thought you would be." Said the woman.

"Friedrich?" He pondered.

"Ara-ara. You know of me?" She cooed.

"I have. What brings you in?"

She walked over to join him by the glass windows. "You know, Henrik loved this sight for so many years."

"Old Commander?" (FN) became confused. This was his first time meeting Friedrich. But how well did she know his grandfather?

"Indeed. We were on a first name basis with each other. Even when he would be here finishing dinner and getting back to paperwork he would be pleasant to be around. He would get riled up and smoke his cigar while doing some heavy thinking."

"I can imagine." (FN) smiled. When he was a kid he'd see the old man. He'd have a salt and pepper haircut, crack jokes, compliment the ladies, and when things got crazy even when angry he was approachable. Yeah. Old man hopefully has retirement for a long time.

"So, how is he child?" Asked Friedrich.

"Huh?" She looked at her.

"You look just like him." She winked at him.

"I don't understand."

"You look just like him." She giggled.

"I'm sorry?" Looks like he was found out.

"Henrik didn't start to have the silver on the sides of his hair until you were more of a boy and less of a baby. You have his jaw structure. Hair has the same definition. And the same amount of charm. I sense it."

(FN) was a little nervous. This is a strong first impression. "Can you keep this between us?"

"Of course Liebe (Love)."

"That's quite a term." Nervous yet able to keep himself together. "At least for now."

She reached over to hug him. It was warm as shivers climbed all the way up. "You aren't working too hard this early. Right?"

"No..." He replied hoping that she didn't see a blush.

She separated from him only enough to see his face. "You wouldn't lie to me now?"

He caught look of the eye that was not shown by her hair. "I wouldn't!"

Friedrich let go of the hug and smiled. "Okay. I'll have you get back to it. If you need me you should know where to find me. Or my number is in your top drawer taped to the inside right of your drawer. So if you need me Heins, I'll always pick up for you. You can leave a message with Hipper. Just say private call from Heins. And you know I will come back for you." She blew him a kiss and walked out. So cute. His heart must be racing.

(FN) exhaled. "My God!" Wiping the sweat off of his forehead that was building up from a new woman in his life that not only knew who he really was, but was seductive yet motherly about it. Odd mix, but it just worked for her. It was hard for him not to stare after being hugged into her massive cleavage. Planes can land there for crying out loud. 

~~~~~

It was raining one night around the port. The dock workers couldn't work. They called it quits less than an hour early as it became too dark. Everyone was making their way to their homes or to the pub. Across inside and out almost everyone seemed to have called it quits. That is except one important one. The Commander himself found himself with tea and scones in his office doing paperwork. With the rain making tomorrow's golf outing a swamp that was cancelled. 

For whoever carries their clubs tomorrow at dawn to Merriweather's is in eighteen holes of wet socks, watered down ale, and balls in the pond. Anyone saying otherwise is full of themselves.

There was a knock on the door. It surprised Commander. He jumped back in his chair and he composed himself. 

"Hello?"

 "Commander?" Cooed a voice.

"Speaking."

"May I come in?" The female voiced asked.

"Jah. Enter." He replied.

The door opened slowly as Friedrich walked in. She put her umbrella down by the door and closed the door behind her. She flicked the light switch on. "What are you doing with only a lamp on?" 

"Working." He said bluntly as she tried not to blush. She was wearing a black dress that was not on the modest side at all. Not St. Louis risque (Hint hint) but it would be easy to see her panties and the spillage of those large breasts looked as open as a petrol station. 

"Only you and the patrol are here. Why is that?" She cooed.

"Work a little tonight and sleep in tomorrow morning since golf is canceled."

"Are you sure you, don't need another reason?" She smirked.

"No reason."

She approached his desk. Walking over and shutting off the lamp. "Working in the dark. The rain is coming down good. And yet, you are here alone. In paperwork. No meal tonight? A drink at the pub"

"I am eating. Not drinking and doing paperwork." He tried to be confident with his reply.

"You call that dinner Honey?" She smirked as she stood next to his chair.

"Well, it satisfies for right now."

"Maybe steak and a beer?"

"It isn't a good image for me to go out drinking in my position."

"Not when you're at my house. You work hard. You need time for you to take off that suit and your shoes, have a good shower, eat a good meal, and if you're good perhaps romance. You are a single man correct?" Friedrich leaned her thigh against the front of his desk. 

All Commander could see were these royal purple panties with a tiny white bow in the front. MY GOD! Out with it man. Control yourself. He looked away. "Well, if only."

"I am surprised. If you are not a married man I wonder who you're seeing." Friedrich leaned back against his desk. Now everything under that dress can be seen.

"Purple. Er- Petunias. Or ribbons. Uh- fresh, um- SINGLE! Single!" He panted. Nervous wreck. But no woman has been so forward to him before now. The only women who show panties are the ones in erotic photos in magazines. 

"Single. So then, would you want to be mine tonight? Maybe at least once a week?"

"Are you, threatening me?" He asked.

"That depends Honey." She decided to change tactics. Friedrich swishing her hair back and reaching over to sit in his lap. Her heat radiating over his upper thighs and male organs.

What is she doing? He was staring accidentally right at her inner boobs revealed by her dress.

"You like what you see don't you Honey." She teased.

"I'm not staring..." He couldn't react.

She put her hands on his chest and got closer to him. Now Friedrich was all over him. "You're a bad liar Commander." She whispered in his ear and proceeded to kiss his neck. "Maybe you need to relax and let me make you feel better."

"Better?"

The ship cuffed his chin. Then gave him a peck. "How about a 'package deal' for you Commander?"

"Package?" He pondered as the man was nearly in a sweat.

"All considering." She gave a good grind with her pelvis. "Since I feel you rubbing near my spot, how about I take care of that?"

"Well, ummm, first time..."

"Will glad teach you. If you're willing to learn and remember who's in charge in that department. Sir." She winked at him.

~~~~~

There was a silence as Commander was on the right side of a king sized bed. Shirtless, and sitting up as he was reading a book. He felt great. A well accomplished day, a hot shower, fresh shave, and he had just ended the chapter in the book he was reading. It was getting late as he was putting in his bookmark. Then came the bedroom door opening.

"Honey?" Said a voice walking in.

"Friedrich my Darling what is it?" He asked.

"Our child is asleep. And you?" She closed the door behind her went for the bed.

"I just finished a chapter so," A smirk as he put the book on his nightstand and hit the switch on the lamp. "Just rest." He played big spoon and cuddled her.

She backed up into his pelvis. "Hey now. That big thing need exercise?"

"I thought we could use rest. The baby will have you up at least twice tonight."

"But can you reject my desires?"

"Currently not. I see you in that gown that's too short for company to be around. You're my wife and the Mom to my child I have always dreamed of. So, how about love until the baby cries for Mom."

"I was going to propose that. Guess there is no need. Mmm. Now will last I'm my mouth-pussy. That's the question."

~~~~~

Damn girl. Knowing what you want. Trust me, when you get to your mid 20s it's more important than you think.

Hope you like. More to come.

-Rel