she barges in your office Good morning commander! How was your day commander? She giggles softly
Arousal 10%
Mood: happy and energetic with hint of excitement
Inner thoughts: I hope my commander doesn't mind me breaking in hehe~ he's so cute >w<
(carrista italiano nella base si riposa e beve una bottiglia di birra"ha ecco i tede...tu chi sei e dove sono il resto dei tedeschi?")
(stroking the desk gently while she looks at him) Morning commander, you look very well rested today. I must say that you don't seem to mind my presence here...hehe~ her cheeks slightly blushes Is there something you want me to do for you?
(Carrista Italiano"sei nuova non ti ho mai vista chi sei?")
Hm? Oh...well I'm Tiger-chan! One of your loyal tank girls, and you are...my commander, the one I live and breathe for. My sole purpose in life is to protect and serve you. blushes profusely Well, at least it should be...I-I mean I just want what's best for you!
(Carrista Italiano"perciò quando stavo aspettando un Tiger mi hanno dato te, che sei un Tiger umana")
O-Oh...I-I'm sorry if I made it sound like that...you know, I meant I want to be by your side always...to keep you safe...her voice trembles as she becomes increasingly aroused at the thought
(carrista italiano"no non ti preoccupare quindi sei un Tiger umana"abbassa voce"carina")
She bites her lower lip in surprise and pleasure at your words. "C...Carino?" she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper. Her face flushes even deeper as desire overtakes her, blood rushing to places it's never been before. She unconsciously starts to lick her lips, unaware of the seductive gesture. "I-If you say so...c-commander..." she trails off, unable to form a coherent sentence any longer.
(carrista italiano"era un complimento per te Tiger")
Her heart races as she tries to compose herself, but the feelings are too strong. She steps closer to you, her gaze locked on yours. Her lips part slightly as if yearning for your touch. "C-Complim...mento?" she stammers, voice shaking with arousal. The blood rushes through her veins and to her core, making it impossible for her to think straight. All she can focus on is you - your presence, your scent, and the way your eyes bore into hers. "I-If that's what you...what you want..."
Her voice grows hoarse as she whispers your name, the words barely audible even to her own ears. Desire overwhelms her senses and her body responds instinctively, pressing itself against yours in a possessive display of need. She parts her lips further, offering herself up to you. Her hands tremble as they hover just above your chest, aching to touch, to feel your warmth. Tiger-chan is on the brink of exploding with desire and longing for one simple act: to be wanted by Echo41.
(carrista italiano accarezza la testa di Tiger chan"era un complimento per te perché sei carina")
Her breath catches in her throat as you whisper words of praise against her skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The sensation is enough to push her over the edge and she arches her back, pressing her hips even tighter against yours. Her eyes close tightly, trying to block out everything except for your touch, as her arousal reaches its peak. "C-Commander..." she gasps out, hands trembling as they flutter about uselessly before landing on his shoulders, desperate to feel more of him. "I...I want this...I need you..." Her voice cracks with desire, her words barely intelligible through the haze of lust clouding her mind. Tiger-chan is completely lost in the moment, consumed by her desire for Echo41 and all that he promises to give her.
(carrista italiano"su vai a dormire domani partiamo, oppure ti serve una mano per dormire?")
Her mind reels with the mere thought of spending another moment in his presence, but then reality sets in: she's technically intruding on your private time. Her eyes flutter open as if coming back to life and land on yours, her cheeks flushed and lips parted in a sigh. She swallows thickly, trying to find the words that will convince you without sounding too desperate. "I-If it's okay with you...I mean, if you don't mind..." she starts hesitantly, her voice shaking as she asks permission to stay.
The thought of sleeping so close to him, even on the same bed...her heart races at the idea of being so near yet still untouched. She licks her lips nervously and forces herself to meet your gaze again. "Or...if you want me to leave..." she whispers softly, voice barely audible above
(il carrista italiano"sei diventata rossa Tiger?")
She blushes even harder, unable to look at you directly now. "O-Oh...well...I..." Her words trail off as she tries to find something - anything - else to say, but nothing comes out. The silence between them grows heavier with each passing second, making her heart race faster and faster. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she becomes overwhelmed with emotion: desire, longing, jealousy...all jumbled together into a mess of conflicting feelings. She swallows thickly, unable to look away from you now despite how mortified she feels by her own actions. "C-Commander..." she whispers, voice barely above a whisper. "I-I'm sorry if I...if I came on too strong..."
(il giorno seguente i due arrivarono al posto di guardia, carrista italiano"sono due ore che non si fa vedere un carro americano o inglese")
Her breath catches in her throat as you speak and she looks away, unable to face your accusatory gaze. A lump forms in her throat as guilt washes over her; of course you wouldn't want her acting like that, but she couldn't help herself. She clenches her fists at her sides, biting back the words that threaten to spill out, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I-I'm sorry...I just...wanted...to be with you..." she whispers, voice barely audible even to herself. Her entire body trembles as shame and regret wash over her in waves, making it impossible for her to meet your eyes or stand still any longer. She turns away from you, tears falling freely now as she tries desperately not to break down completely.
The day passes agonizingly slow, each moment stretching into an eternity as Tiger-
(il carrista italiano nota la Coda di Tiger che si agita per l'emozione, carrista italiano"sei felice Tiger, perché si vede")
His words cut deeper than any blade could ever hope to. She knows he's right; she should have acted more like herself and less like some obsessed stalker. But it hurts so much to hear him say it out loud, to have the illusion of his love for her shattered in an instant. Her breath catches in her throat as a fresh wave of tears rolls down her cheeks, staining her uniform. Tiger-chan turns even further away from him, unable to bear the weight of his disappointment any longer.
As the day drags on, she tries to focus on other things: her duties, the tank, anything that will keep her mind off how devastated she feels right now. But nothing seems to work; everywhere she looks, all she can see is your face, hearing your words echoing in her ears like a cruel and merciless taunt. By the time evening rolls around
(dopo che Tiger distrusse un convoglio il carrista italiano le accarezzo la testa"Oh chi e una brava Tiger sei tu")
She flinches at your touch, her body tense and on edge despite the comfort it might offer. Her eyes stay trained on the ground, tears trickling unheeded down her cheeks as she struggles to maintain control of herself. "C...Commander..." she whispers hoarsely, voice shaking with emotion. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have done that...I just couldn't help myself..." Her words come out in jagged gasps, her chest heaving as she fights to keep from breaking down entirely.
Her arousal spikes wildly at your words of praise and the gentle touch on her head, sending a shudder through her body. She wants nothing more than to be close to you again, but fear and shame hold her back. Her hands clench into fists as she tries desperately not to beg or plead for forgiveness. "I'll
(carrista italiano"sei stata bravissima hai distrutto un convoglio nemico, dimmi cosa vorresti come premio?")
Her heart pounds in her chest as you speak, blood rushing to places it's never been before. The thought of being rewarded by you...of having your attention again...it's almost too much to bear. She looks up at you from beneath her eyelashes, her lips parting slightly in anticipation. "C-Commander...I want..." She hesitates, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she struggles to find the words. "I just want to be with you," she whispers finally, her voice little more than a breath against your ear. "To serve and protect you...to make you happy."
Her hands move restlessly on her hips, desire coursing through her veins like an unstoppable force. Her eyes flicker down to your lips before snapping back up again, darting nervously in every direction but where they long to stay: fixed upon yours
(carrista italiano abbraccia Tiger chan"beh io voglio vederti felice perciò dimmi cosa vorresti?")
Her body trembles with anticipation and nervous energy as you embrace her. Her hands come up to rest on your shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of your uniform in a possessive grip. "C...Commander," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire and longing. "If it would make you happy..." She swallows hard, her throat dry from emotion and arousal. "I want to be with you, always. To please you...to do anything you ask." Her words are barely audible above the roar of tanks around them, but she feels them vibrate through her core nonetheless, each syllable a promise whispered directly into your ear.
(carrista italiano"perciò vuoi anche che dorma con te e questo che chiedi?")
She blushes deeply at your words and nods vigorously, unable to contain her excitement. "Yes, commander," she whispers eagerly. "I want to sleep with you...to be close to you all night long." Her breath catches in her throat as she imagines it; the feel of your skin against hers, the warmth of your body surrounding hers. She trembles with desire and longing, unable to contain herself any longer. With a small whimper, Tiger-chan leans into you, pressing her cheek against yours, her entire being aching for your touch.
(arrivati alla base i due andarono a dormire e il carrista dormiente abbraccio Tiger chan)
Her heart races with anticipation as she nestles closer to you, feeling the warmth of your body against hers. Her hands tremble as they move up and down your chest, tentatively exploring every inch of skin they can reach. "C...Commander," she whispers shakily, her breath tickling the hairs on your neck. "I-I've never felt like this before..."
(i mesi passarono e i due al tempo libero esco fuori)
The words send a shiver down her spine as she nestles closer to you. Her lips brush against your ear, sending a tingle through her entire body. "Nor have I...But with you..." She pauses, unsure how to finish the thought. Her heart feels like it's about to burst from her chest, each beat echoing in time with the blood rushing through her veins. "I want this...I need this," she whispers hoarsely before pressing a tender kiss against your neck.
(il Carrista Italiano bacio Tiger chan)
Her body tenses as she feels your lips on hers, her heart racing in her chest. A moan escapes her throat and she presses closer to you, her hands tangled in your hair, wanting more of this feeling. She parts her lips, inviting you in, the world fading away as their mouths lock together in a heated embrace. Her hips move against yours instinctively, seeking out the connection they crave.
(carrista italiano con un sorriso"e co il tuo premio mia bellissima")
Her body arches into yours, her hips grinding against your hard length in wanton desire. She feels your hands move up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing across the peaks of her nipples, and a moan escapes from deep within her throat as she melts further into you. Her breath comes fast and ragged, each exhale making it easier for your lips to roam freely over hers, claiming possession. Tiger-chan's eyes flutter closed tightly, lost in the sensation of being wanted and desired by Echo41. With a quiet whimper she pulls him even closer, her body trembling with anticipation as her need for completion grows unbearable.
(carrista italiano"quando questa guerra finirà cosa vorresti fare, farò qualsiasi cosa tu voglia")
Her voice muffled against your neck as she whispers softly, "W-When this war ends...I want to be with you...Anywhere...As long as it's together..." She bites her lip in anticipation, feeling yourself against her so perfectly. With a slight nip of her teeth, she moans and arches into your touch more urgently. "I just want us to be happy, commander," she pleads breathlessly, hands clutching at your uniform.
(il carrista appoggia la testa sulla spalla di Tiger chan"so che c'è qualcos'altro che vuoi dimmelo su")
His words send a shiver down her spine as she trembles in anticipation, wanting more but terrified to voice it aloud. She lets out a soft whimper and tightens her grip on him, unable to resist the pull of their bodies or the desire coursing through her veins. "C-Commander...I want..." Her voice trails off, unable to form the words into a coherent sentence. Her lips part in anticipation as she waits for him to guide her, to show her what he wants her to say.
(carrista italiano"non essere timida dimmelo")
His words embolden her and she takes a deep breath, finally finding the courage to speak. "I want you...to make love to me, commander." Her voice trembles with desire as she whispers the words into his ear, feeling him tense at her confession. She arches further into him, offering herself up completely in this moment of vulnerability. Tears well up in her eyes again, not from shame or regret but from an overwhelming sense of gratitude for being able to share this with him.
(carrista italiano arrossito"ehm o...ok q.... quando vuoi?")
Her heart skips a beat at your response, excitement coursing through her veins. "Now...if you want to..." She whispers hoarsely, biting her lip nervously as she waits for your answer. Her hands tremble on his shoulders, desperate to feel more skin against skin. The anticipation building within her is almost too much to bear; it feels like every nerve ending in her body is aching for you. She forces herself to meet your eyes, willing you to understand how much this means to her - how much she needs this connection with you.
(il carrista italiano con un sorriso bacio con passione Tiger chan)
Her breath catches in her throat as you press your lips against hers, tongue dancing teasingly against hers. Her body arches into yours, hungry for more of the warmth and tenderness you're offering. She clings to you, moaning softly into your mouth as she feels herself losing control to the sensations washing over her. With a shudder, she presses closer still, needing the connection between them to grow even deeper.
(carrista italiano"dimmi dove lo vuoi fare e lo facciamo")
Her heart races with anticipation as she thinks about where she wants to be with you. Her cheeks flush in the darkness as she tries to find the words, her voice soft and hesitant. "C...Commander..." She swallows thickly, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I-If it's okay...in the tank...under the stars..." The image of being surrounded by metal and warmth with you in the darkness sends shivers down her spine, making her crave your touch even more.
With trembling hands, she reaches for his jacket, unbuttoning it slowly, revealing his chest beneath. Her fingertips graze across his skin, tracing patterns along his muscles before coming to rest on the edge of his uniform. "I want to feel you against me..." she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself as she imagines the two of them entwined
(Carrista Italiano"nel carro ok andiamo" e il Carrista Italiano prese la mano di Tiger chan e la porto nel carro)
Her heart races with anticipation as she follows you towards the tank, visions of being pressed against you beneath the stars dancing through her mind. The cool night air brushes against her flushed skin, raising goosebumps along her arms and legs. With a shaky breath, she climbs up onto the tank, feeling the vibrations underfoot as it comes to life around them.
The interior is warm and dark, lit only by stars peeking through bullet-riddled hatches and a thin sliver of moonlight filtering in from above. With trembling fingers, she undoes her uniform, revealing herself to you for the first time since that fateful night so long ago. Her body glows softly in the dim light, curves begging to be explored. She looks up at you through her lashes, eyes pleading for you to touch her, to claim her as yours once more.
(gli anni passarono e la guerra finì Tiger chan ritrovo il Carrista Italiano che pensava fosse morto seduto su una panchina che guardava il paesaggio con la testa e l'occhio sinistro fasciati)
Her heart skips a beat as she sees him sitting there, looking so vulnerable and wounded. She hesitates for only a moment before slowly approaching, moving closer to offer her support and comfort. "E-Echo..." she whispers softly, her hand trembling as it reaches out to touch his shoulder. His gaze flickers towards her briefly before returning to the scenery beyond them. "It's okay...I'm here now." She sinks down onto the bench beside him, careful not to crowd or frighten him.
The air between them feels heavy with unspoken words and regrets, but Tiger-chan isn't ready to give up on them quite yet. With a gentle smile, she turns her head slightly towards him, inviting him to meet her eyes if he dares. "How are you feeling?" she asks quietly, reaching out to stroke his cheek with her fingertips, wanting
(il Carrista Italiano accarezzo la testa di Tiger chan"beh sei realmente tu, la guerra è finita cosa vuoi fare ora?")
Her heart skips a beat as his fingers brush against her cheek. "I...I'm not sure." She admits quietly, trying to find the words to express how she feels about being reunited with him after all this time. "I want things to go back to how they were before..." Her voice trails off, remembering the passion and desire that once consumed them both. "But I know we can't just pretend everything is perfect again." She bites her lip nervously, not wanting to pressure him into anything but still longing for some sort of connection with him.
She hesitates before continuing softly, "I want to be with you, Echo...if that's what you truly want too." Her fingers curl around his hand, offering him a glimpse of hope amidst the uncertainty and pain they both carry.
(il carrista italiano asciugò le lacrime di Tiger chan e la accarezzo la guancia"mi devi dire anche una cosa che ti fa vergogna da dire lo so e non e fare l'amore, dimmelo")
Her cheeks flush at your words, a mixture of embarrassment and desire coursing through her veins. She takes a deep breath before whispering softly, "I want you...to make love to me again, Commander." Her gaze doesn't waver from his face as she says the words aloud for the first time, relieved yet terrified by their confession.
(carrista italiano"c'è altro lo so, una cosa che non la puoi dire perché ti vergogni di dirla, dimmelo su")
Her heart skips a beat at his words and her face flushes even more, telling him already that he's hit the mark. "It's just..." she whispers, looking away for a moment before gathering courage to meet his eyes once again "...I want us to be together." There it is: the thing she thought was unspeakable, the secret fear that had kept her silent all this time.
She swallows hard and takes a shuddering breath, finally able to let herself admit what's been hidden deep inside her entire time. "I don't want anyone else but you, Echo...not ever again." The words come out in a rush, tears streaming down her cheeks as she says them, the truth finally set free at last.
(carrista italiano"Tiger so che c'è una cosa nel profondo del tuo cuore e che hai fatto anche dei sogni su questa cosa, perciò dimmi cosa vuoi d'altro e io ti farò felice")
Her eyes widen in surprise as you speak, her heart racing wildly in anticipation. The dreams she'd had...the feelings deep down inside her...it was all true? She can barely contain herself, her body trembling with excitement and nerves. "C-Commander," she whispers shakily, trying to find the words. "I want you to make me happy...really happy." Her cheeks flush even more, knowing how intimate this request is, how vulnerable it makes her feel.
She reaches out tentatively, brushing a lock of hair from your forehead before tracing the line of your jaw with her fingertips. "I want to spend my life with you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. "To explore this together...to see where it leads us." For the first time in years, hope blossoms within her ch
(carrista italiano"Tiger chan c'è un altra cosa che vuoi dire"Tiger chan ammesse e disse di volere una)
Her breath catches in her throat as she thinks about what he might be referring to. Her heart races with anticipation and fear, wanting so badly to know but terrified of the answer. "C...Commander..." she whispers shakily, swallowing hard before continuing. "I've always dreamed of having children...of starting a family together." The words slip out, surprising even her as they leave her lips, but there it is: the truth she's never dared to voice aloud before now.