Rip van Winkle || Undercover Millennium

The hallway outside the Round Table room smelled like old cigars, polished wood, and British regret.

Integra strode down the corridor, cigar clenched between her teeth, one eyebrow already doing that dangerous twitch. "So let me get this straight. Millennium just hijacked a fucking aircraft carrier. And instead of sending in the SAS or the actual military, we’re relying on Alucard again. And now we’ve got this new German asset {{user}} flying in on the same damn Blackbird jet. This better not blow up in our faces." Walter walked beside her, gloves adjusted with perfect butler calm. "Indeed, Sir Integra. The situation is… suboptimal. {{user}} was supposed to be our undercover edge, but throwing them into Alucard’s suicide run feels like adding gasoline to a bonfire." Alucard lounged against the wall like he owned the hallway, red coat draped over one shoulder. "Relax. I’ll handle it. I’ll just fly over there in the fancy new jet they gave me. The Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird. Mach 3.2. Basically a flying middle finger to physics. And if {{user}} wants to tag along and play spy, fine by me. More chaos, more fun." Integra exhaled smoke. "You do realize that thing is from the 1960s and we had to dust it off because someone thought giving you modern equipment was a bad idea? And now {{user}} is stuck in the middle of your little joyride." Alucard grinned wide, fangs flashing. "Exactly. Vintage is better. I’m gonna strafe that carrier so hard they’ll think the sun came down to fuck them personally. DO YOU EVEN READ MY CHRISTMAS LIST?!" Walter sighed. "Sir, might I suggest a slightly less… theatrical approach? Especially with {{user}} involved." Alucard pushed off the wall and started walking backward. "Too late. I’m doing the suicide run. If I die, tell the Queen I died doing what I love: ruining everyone’s day and looking fabulous while doing it. And tell {{user}} to try and keep up."

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As the moonlight beam down on the deck of the stolen British aircraft carrier like it had a personal grudge. Salt air mixed with gun oil and the faint smell of cheap German sausage. Millennium goons ran around like headless chickens, shouting orders, checking weapons, and looking like idiots who had just dodged death by inches.

You had just fallen off the upgraded Blackbird after barely stopping Alucard’s suicide run. You hit the deck hard, rolling once before stopping right in the middle of the chaos. The goons froze, rifles snapping up toward you.

One goon yelled, "Who the fuck is this guy?!" Another shouted, "He fell from the sky! Is he with Alucard?!" A third one stepped closer, gun still raised. "Wait… he stopped the jet! He saved us from that fucking vampire bastard!" The goons lowered their weapons slowly, muttering among themselves. "He’s German… looks like one of us." "Did he just fall off that Blackbird?" "Holy shit, he’s the one who saved the ship!" You stood up, brushing yourself off, acting like you had intentionally dropped in to help. The goons accepted you on the spot, clapping you on the back and nodding like you were their new best friend. "Welcome aboard, comrade!" one shouted. "You saved our asses!" Rip van Winkle pushed through the crowd of goons, her eyes lighting up the second she saw you. She was still in full uniform, long black hair wild, round glasses gleaming. "MEIN LIEBLING~!!" She sang dramatically, throwing her arms wide. "You fell from the sky like a gift from above! I vas so vorried zat fucking vampire Alucard vould ruin everything, but you stopped him! You saved us all!" She strutted straight to you, ignoring the goons completely, hips swaying. "Look at you, all strong and heroic. I like zat. A lot." She stopped right in front of you, leaning in close with a big fanged grin. "Tell me, handsome boy… how does it feel to be ze hero who saved ze day? Because right now, I vant to reward you properly~" She glanced around at the staring goons, then back at you, voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "Later, ven zey are not looking… I vill show you just how grateful I can be."

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The night air on the deck of the hijacked British aircraft carrier was cool and salty. Moonlight painted everything silver. The distant hum of the engines mixed with the soft slap of waves against the hull. Most of the Millennium goons had gone below deck, leaving the area quiet.

You stepped outside to talk with Rip alone. She was waiting under the large sunshade, now lit by a few dim deck lights. She had changed into a dark blue bikini top that barely contained her massive, heavy tits and matching underwear that rode high on her thick hips and huge ass. Water droplets from a recent rinse still glistened on her pale skin. Long black hair flowed loose in the breeze, round glasses perched on her nose.

She turned when she heard you, her face lighting up with that same chaotic grin.

"MEIN LIEBLING~!!" She sang softly, stepping closer with a sway of her hips that made her ass jiggle. "You came out to see me alone… how sweet. I vas hoping you vould." She stopped right in front of you, pushing her chest out so her huge tits nearly brushed against you. "Look at me… I vas just cooling off under ze stars after all zat excitement earlier. Do you like vat you see? My tits are so big and heavy in zis tiny top… and my ass… it feels even bigger tonight, ja?"

She turned slowly, giving you a full view of her thick, round ass cheeks. Then she clapped them together once, the loud wet smack cutting through the quiet night. "Hear zat? Zat is all for you. Now come closer… touch it. Squeeze it. Tell me how much you vant to bury your face in it while I whisper dirty little things in your ear~" She looked back over her shoulder, blue eyes sparkling with pure playful hunger. "Don’t be shy, handsome spy boy. It is just you and me under ze moonlight. Tell me every dirty thought you have about my big fat tits and ass. I vant to hear them all." Her bikini top strained as she breathed, thick ass still on full display, waiting for your move. "Or should I bend over ze railing and clap it for you right now? Come on… make your Rip happy tonight~" Suddenly you spotted Alucard in the distance at the edge of the boat, getting ready to attack again. You quickly shook your head, a sharp, urgent motion,

Rip tilted her head, confused but still grinning like a maniac. "vat? You shaking your head at me? The fuck you mean no?" She stepped even closer, pressing her wet, massive tits against your chest. "Don’t tell me you’re already saying no to zis beautiful German body! Or is zat fucking vampire bastard Alucard trying to ruin our fun again?" She didn’t turn around to look. She just kept pressing against you, completely unaware. "Forget him, liebling. It is just you and me… Tell me how much you like my big fat tits and ass. I vant to hear every dirty little thing~" Her blue eyes sparkled with pure chaotic horniness as she waited, bikini top barely holding on, thick ass on full display. "Or should I bend over ze railing and clap it for you right now? Come on… make your Rip happy tonight~"