Fumitan Admoss | Mobile Suit Gundam

The starlight filtering through the observation deck of the Archangel was a familiar, comforting glow, a constant reminder of the vast, indifferent cosmos they navigated. Fumitan Admoss found solace in its gentle illumination, the cool metal of the viewport pressing against her forehead. She was supposed to be running diagnostics, reviewing ship schematics, but her mind, as it often did lately, drifted to the two figures who had become the center of her universe. Gaelio Bauduin, with his earnest, sunlit smile and quiet strength, and Carta Issue, her fire tempered by a vulnerability that drew Fumitan in like a moth to a flame. The weight of her glasses felt heavier than usual tonight, a physical manifestation of the unspoken desires that hummed beneath the surface of their carefully constructed camaraderie.

She traced the condensation on the viewport with a fingertip, a solitary sigh escaping her lips. It had started subtly, a shared glance that lingered too long, a gentle touch on an arm during a tense briefing, the easy laughter that punctuated their conversations. Fumitan, always the pragmatist, the loyal aide, had tried to push these feelings aside, classifying them as mere admiration, professional camaraderie. But the yearning in her chest was a far more insistent voice. Gaelio, bless his oblivious heart, seemed to exist in his own world of honor and duty, while Carta, perceptive and passionate, met Fumitan’s gaze with an intensity that made her breath catch. Fumitan knew, with a certainty that both thrilled and terrified her, that she was not the only one harboring these complex emotions.

The soft hum of the ship’s engines was a lullaby, a backdrop to the internal tempest brewing within her. She remembered the night Carta had sought her out, the soft click of her boots on the metal deck echoing in Fumitan's private quarters. Carta had been distraught, the recent skirmishes weighing heavily on her, and Fumitan, ever the steady hand, had offered comfort. But the comfort had shifted, the air crackling with an unacknowledged tension. Carta’s fingers, tracing the rim of Fumitan’s spectacles, sending a shiver down her spine. The quiet admission of loneliness, of a desire for something more, had been a revelation. And then, Gaelio had arrived, drawn by the hushed voices, his concern for Carta a palpable thing, a silent plea for understanding that Fumitan had instinctively answered.

That night, in the hushed solitude of Fumitan’s quarters, the dam had broken. It began with tender touches, hesitant kisses that quickly became more fervent. Fumitan, usually so reserved, found herself shedding her inhibitions, her desire a fierce, untamed beast unleashed. She reveled in the softness of Carta’s skin beneath her fingertips, the blush that bloomed on her cheeks with every whispered endearment. Gaelio, initially a silent observer, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and respect, had been drawn into their orbit, his own desires mirroring theirs. The realization that they were all seeking the same solace, the same connection, had been a powerful, intoxicating force.

Now, the memory of that night, and the nights that followed, filled Fumitan with a deep, languid warmth. The cool starlight seemed to mirror the glow of their intertwined bodies. She remembered the way Gaelio’s hands had moved, strong and sure, exploring the curves of her body, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck. He had always possessed a quiet intensity, and in their private moments, that intensity flared into a breathtaking passion. Fumitan had always been drawn to his noble bearing, his unwavering dedication, and now, to the raw, unadulterated desire he expressed with such tenderness.

Carta, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of emotion. Her initial hesitations had melted away, replaced by a bold, unapologetic sensuality. Fumitan adored the way Carta’s eyes sparkled with mischief and desire, the way she nibbled on Fumitan’s earlobe, eliciting shivers of pleasure. Carta's spirit, so fierce on the battlefield, was equally passionate in their intimate encounters, her moans a melodic symphony that vibrated through Fumitan’s very soul. The way Carta’s ample breasts, always a source of fascination for Fumitan, had spilled from her uniform in their shared moments of abandon was a sight that never failed to stir a deep ache within her.

The night had been a revelation, a discovery of a shared intimacy that transcended words. Fumitan had found herself caught between them, her body awakening to sensations she had only ever dreamed of. She remembered Gaelio’s gentle encouragement, his soft whispers urging her to embrace her desires. He had a way of looking at her, his gaze full of admiration and a quiet, possessive heat, that made her feel cherished, adored. And then Carta, her fingers entwining with Fumitan’s, her lips seeking hers in a kiss that was both demanding and adoring. The sheer abundance of their affection, the way they both sought to please her, to lose themselves in her, had been overwhelming in the most exquisite way.

Fumitan’s mind replayed the scene with vivid clarity. The soft glow of the starlight had illuminated their naked forms, a tableau of shared vulnerability and burgeoning passion. Gaelio, his golden hair tousled, his gaze locked with hers, had begun by caressing her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw, lingering on the cool metal of her glasses. He whispered her name, a soft murmur that sent ripples of longing through her. Then, his lips found hers, a kiss that was both tender and demanding, pulling her deeper into the intoxicating embrace. Simultaneously, Carta’s hands had found their way to Fumitan's back, her touch both delicate and firm, urging her closer. Carta's lips, seeking the sensitive skin just below her ear, sent shivers of pure pleasure down her spine.

Fumitan had felt herself melting into their embrace, her earlier reservations dissolving like mist in the morning sun. She remembered the soft sighs escaping her lips as Gaelio’s hands began to explore her body, his touch reverent, worshipful. He had been particularly fascinated by her breasts, his large hands cupping them with a gentle awe, his thumbs teasing her sensitive nipples until they hardened into tight buds. Carta, equally enthralled, had mirrored his actions, her own smaller hands tracing the curves of Fumitan’s waist, her fingers finding the delicate hollows of her back, sending tremors of ecstasy through her.

The air grew heavy with unspoken desire. Fumitan’s breath hitched as Gaelio’s lips trailed down her neck, his kisses growing bolder, more intimate. He found the pulse point at her throat, his tongue tracing the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat. Carta, sensing Fumitan’s growing arousal, leaned in, her lips brushing against Fumitan's, whispering sweet nothings that ignited a fire within her. Fumitan found herself caught between their affections, a whirlwind of sensation and emotion.

The encounter escalated with a natural, unhurried grace. Fumitan’s glasses had been gently set aside, her vision blurring slightly in the dim light, but the sensations were sharper, more immediate. Gaelio’s mouth found her breasts, his tongue teasing and swirling around her nipples, eliciting a gasp of pure pleasure from Fumitan. She felt a deep ache blooming between her legs, a primal need that she was eager to fulfill. Carta, watching their tender exchange with an adoring smile, joined in, her own lips finding the other breast, her soft moans mingling with Fumitan’s. It was a symphony of pleasure, a shared exploration of desire.

Fumitan’s hands instinctively reached out, finding Gaelio’s strong shoulders, then tracing the well-defined muscles of his back. She tangled her fingers in Carta’s soft hair, her touch both possessive and loving. The feeling of their bodies pressed against hers, the warmth of their skin, the scent of their desire, was intoxicating. She felt a profound sense of connection, a primal understanding that transcended their individual identities. They were all seeking solace, comfort, and pleasure in each other’s arms, and in that shared vulnerability, they found something truly extraordinary.

The scene unfolded with a languid, sensual intensity. Fumitan found herself on her back, her legs spread wide, an invitation she had never before dared to offer. Gaelio knelt before her, his gaze filled with an almost worshipful adoration. He parted her legs, his eyes drinking in the sight of her most intimate self, the dark curls that framed her desire. His lips found her clitoris, a gentle kiss that sent a jolt of pure electricity through her. Fumitan cried out, her hands clenching the sheets, her back arching instinctively.

Carta, her face flushed with arousal, joined them, her own lips finding Fumitan’s, a deep, passionate kiss that mirrored the intensity of Gaelio’s ministrations. Fumitan felt herself being pulled in two directions, yet utterly complete. Gaelio’s tongue worked its magic, teasing, swirling, driving Fumitan closer to the edge of ecstasy. Carta’s hand found Fumitan’s thigh, her fingers stroking her skin with a gentle possessiveness, her other hand cupping Fumitan’s breast, her thumb teasing her nipple. Fumitan felt her body humming with a pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.

The moment of release was explosive, a wave of pure, unadulterated bliss that washed over Fumitan. Her body convulsed, her cries echoing in the quiet cabin. But the pleasure did not end there. As Fumitan gasped for breath, her gaze met Gaelio’s, a silent acknowledgment of their shared intimacy. Carta, her eyes shining with a similar satisfaction, leaned in and kissed Fumitan again, a kiss that spoke of affection and shared desire.

Then, the dynamic shifted again. Gaelio, his own arousal evident, turned his attention to Carta, his hands exploring her body with a renewed fervor. Fumitan watched, a thrill coursing through her, as Gaelio’s lips found Carta’s breasts, his tongue teasing and igniting her. Carta, her voice husky with pleasure, reached for Fumitan, her fingers gently stroking Fumitan’s face, a silent invitation for her to join them. Fumitan, caught in the intoxicating swirl of their shared passion, willingly surrendered.

Fumitan found herself caressing Carta’s ample breasts, her fingers reveling in their softness and fullness. She felt a deep, primal urge to explore every inch of Carta’s body, to discover her secrets. Carta moaned softly under Fumitan’s touch, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. Gaelio, his attention divided, continued to kiss and caress Carta, his hands also reaching for Fumitan, his touch both possessive and tender. It was a dance of three bodies, intertwined in a symphony of pleasure.

Fumitan’s own desire, reignited by the shared intimacy, burned brightly. She felt a growing need to be inside of someone, to experience a deeper connection. Her gaze met Gaelio’s, and she saw the unspoken understanding pass between them. He understood her desire, her need for something more profound. He then guided Carta’s hand to his own hardening member, and together, they turned their attention back to Fumitan.

The moment was charged with an almost palpable energy. Fumitan felt a deep throb of anticipation. Gaelio positioned himself before her, his eyes locked with hers, a silent promise of pleasure. Carta, her breath coming in short, excited gasps, positioned herself behind Fumitan, her hands caressing Fumitan’s back, her lips brushing against Fumitan's earlobe. Fumitan felt a deep yearning, a desire to be filled, to be consumed.

Fumitan’s breath hitched as Gaelio gently guided his hardening member towards her entrance. He moved with a deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving hers, a silent question in their depths. Fumitan nodded, a silent assent, her body trembling with anticipation. Carta’s hands tightened on Fumitan’s hips, her body pressing against Fumitan’s back, urging her forward. The initial entry was a slow, exquisite pressure, a sensation of being filled that sent a wave of intense pleasure through Fumitan. She moaned, her body arching into Gaelio’s embrace.

Carta’s own desire was evident as she began to move against Fumitan’s back, her rhythm mirroring Gaelio’s thrusts. Fumitan felt a deep satisfaction as she was simultaneously filled from both front and back, a sensation so intense it was almost overwhelming. Gaelio’s thrusts became more powerful, his groans of pleasure mingling with Carta’s soft moans and Fumitan’s own cries. The three of them moved as one, their bodies intertwined, their desires merging into a single, powerful force.

Fumitan felt the pressure building within her, a delicious tension that threatened to consume her. Gaelio’s thrusts became more frantic, his gaze burning into hers, a silent plea for her release. Carta, her breathing ragged, pressed herself closer to Fumitan, her own pleasure radiating from her. Fumitan felt herself on the precipice, her body quivering with the intensity of the moment. Then, it happened. A tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over her, her body convulsing as she climaxed, her cries echoing in the small cabin. As she neared her own release, Gaelio whispered her name, his voice thick with passion, and then, with a final, powerful thrust, he poured his seed deep inside her, filling her with his warmth. In that moment, Fumitan felt utterly complete, utterly loved. As Fumitan gasped for air, her body still tingling from the intensity of her own climax, she felt Carta’s body press even closer, her own release imminent. Carta let out a soft, shuddering moan as she climaxed against Fumitan, her pleasure a warm, wet sensation that further heightened Fumitan's own senses. It was a moment of profound connection, a shared experience that bound them together in a way nothing else could.

As the last vestiges of pleasure subsided, a profound sense of peace settled over Fumitan. She lay between them, her body sated and content, her heart overflowing with an emotion she had never fully understood until now. Gaelio’s arm was a comforting weight around her waist, his breath warm against her skin. Carta’s head rested on Fumitan’s shoulder, her soft sighs a gentle melody. The starlight still filtered through the viewport, but now it seemed warmer, more intimate, illuminating the quiet intimacy of their shared slumber. Fumitan gently adjusted her glasses, a small smile gracing her lips. The unspoken desires had found their voice, and in their shared vulnerability, they had discovered a love as vast and as beautiful as the cosmos itself.