Chapter 185: +18 Mounted Nami, Maria, Hinata. Queening Kurumi, Albedo, Roxanne, Robin.

Nami rides you with the authority of a woman who's claimed her position and found it suits her perfectly. Her orange hair bounces with each thrust, her hands planted on your chest, her pussy gripping your cock in wet pulses as she chases her pleasure with single-minded determination.

"Faster," she demands, grinding down. "I didn't wait my turn to go slow."

You grip her hips and thrust upward, matching her rhythm, and she throws her head back with a satisfied moan. Her thighs tremble as she comes, her internal muscles clenching around your shaft in desperate waves, and you spill inside her with a groan that vibrates through Riveria's still-trembling thighs beside you.

Nami dismounts with a satisfied sigh, collapsing onto the silk sheets. "Worth the wait," she declares.

Kurumi moves before Albedo can react. The succubus slides up the bed with temporal precision - one moment she's watching from the periphery, the next she's straddling your face with her black hair cascading down her back, her maid outfit hiked up around her waist. Her heterochromatic eyes gleam with mischief as she settles her pussy against your lips.

"Albedo-chan can wait," Kurumi says sweetly, looking over her shoulder at the white-haired succubus. "Patience is a virtue, ne?"

Albedo's golden eyes narrow. "Kurumi. That's -"

"Fourteen can become fifteen," Kurumi teases, rolling her hips against your tongue. "Or sixteen. Numbers don't matter when you're this delicious."

Your hands find her breasts automatically - full, soft, warm - and Kurumi gasps, pressing your palms harder against them. She squeezes your fingers into her flesh, her lustful nature making her exceptionally responsive to sustained attention.

"Mmm, Master," she breathes, her voice carrying that particular musical quality. "Show us virgins how it's done."

Your tongue works against her clit while your fingers circle her nipples. Kurumi's hips roll in slow, deliberate waves - performing as much for the watching women as for her own pleasure. She catches Hinata's lavender gaze and winks.

"See, Emilia-chan? This is what waiting earns you."

Emelia's cheeks flush pink. Roxanne's tail wags involuntarily. Robin watches with analytical interest, her blue eyes tracking every movement.

Kurumi arches her back, pressing her breasts more firmly into your grip. "Harder, Master. Don't be gentle with a servant."

You pinch her nipples and suck her clit simultaneously. She cries out, her thighs clamping against your head, and grinds against your mouth with abandon. Her first orgasm hits fast - sensitivity making her extraordinarily responsive - but she doesn't dismount. Instead she shifts her weight, adjusting the angle, and begins again.

"One isn't enough," she announces to the room, breathless. "Not when he's this good."

Albedo watches from the edge of the bed, wings folded, her expression shifting from irritation to grudging admiration. Her fingers tap against her thigh in a counting rhythm.

"You're enjoying this," Albedo says flatly.

"Immensely," Kurumi confirms, rolling her hips against your tongue. "You should try being less patient."

Maria mounts your cock while Kurumi continues queening - the harem architect settling onto you with pleasure, her violet eyes closing to slits as she begins riding. Her black frilly dress pools around her waist, her breasts swaying with each descent.

"Thirty minutes," she reminds the room, her voice steady despite the flush spreading across her chest. "Or until he finishes."

Kurumi comes again on your tongue, her second orgasm longer and louder than the first, her hands pressing yours into her breasts so hard your fingers disappear into soft flesh. She finally dismounts with a satisfied sigh, leaving your face wet with her arousal.

"Your turn, Albedo-chan," she says, patting the succubus's wing as she slides off the bed. "He's warmed up nicely."

Albedo settles onto your face with the predatory grace of a woman who has waited her turn with strategic patience. Her black wings fold behind her, the feathers brushing against your shoulders as she positions her pussy against your lips. The gold spiderweb necklace glints in the low light, resting between her breasts as she looks down at you with golden eyes that burn with anticipation.

"Fourteen," she breathes. "I've been counting every single one."

"And I'm making sure to remember every single one." Your tongue finds her immediately - no teasing, no buildup. She's waited long enough, watching Kurumi take her turn, watching the others ride you, her arousal building with each passing minute. She's soaking wet, her pussy slick and swollen, and when your tongue drags across her clit she gasps sharply, her thighs tensing against your head.

Maria rides your cock steadily, her violet eyes smiling as she watches Albedo's face contort with pleasure. The black frills of her dress pool around your hips as she rolls her pelvis in slow, grinding circles.

"You're dripping," you murmur against Albedo's folds before sucking her clit between your lips.

"Because I watched you make Kurumi come twice," Albedo manages, her voice strained. "While I sat there. Waiting. Counting."

Your hands grip the base of her wings.

The effect is immediate and devastating. Albedo's entire body seizes, her wings flaring wide, her back arching as the erogenous sensitivity of her wings combines with your tongue working her clit. She cries out - a sound that's half moan, half desperate whimper - and grinds down against your mouth with abandon.

"Ah - your hands - don't stop -"

You stroke the base of her wings while your tongue circles her clit. Her pussy clenches against nothing, her hips rocking in desperate waves. You can feel her getting close - the trembling in her thighs, the way her breathing fractures into sharp gasps.

Maria's pace increases on your cock, watching Albedo's unraveling with hungry fascination. She clenches around your shaft, her own arousal spiking from the visual.

You match your lips to her pussy and suck, tongue flat against her clit - and she shatters. Her wings snap open fully, twitching under your palm, and she comes with a cry that fills the bedroom. Her pussy spasms to your suction in tight, rhythmic pulses, her thighs clamping against your head as the orgasm rips through her.

"Fourteen," you count against her soaked folds, your voice vibrating through her oversensitive clit.

Albedo collapses forward, her hands bracing against the headboard, her wings trembling. "Fourteen," she confirms breathlessly. "Four more."

She doesn't dismount. Instead she shifts her weight, adjusting the angle, her golden eyes finding yours with renewed hunger. "Again. I want another before I let anyone else on."

Maria laughs softly, still riding you. "Greedy succubus."

"Patient succubus," Albedo corrects, rolling her hips against your tongue. "There's a difference."

Your hands find her wings again and she moans, her body already responding, already building toward the next peak. Roxanne watches from the edge of the bed, her tail wagging, her attention perked forward with fascination. Robin has a tablet nearby, ostensibly for notes, but her blue eyes are fixed on the scene with undisguised interest.

Albedo's second orgasm builds faster than the first - the sensitivity from her wings amplifying everything, your tongue relentless against her clit. She comes again within minutes, crying out your name, her wings beating once against the air before folding tight against her back.

"Four more," she whispers, trembling.

You press your lips to Albedo's pussy in a slow, deliberate kiss - not a parting lick or teasing farewell, but a genuine kiss, your mouth soft against her swollen folds, your tongue tracing one final gentle line along her slit. She shudders above you, her wings twitching, and lets out a breathy moan that carries more tenderness than any of her previous cries.

Her golden eyes half-closed as she lifts herself from your face. Her thighs tremble with the aftershocks. "Soon."

She dismounts with grace despite her shaking legs, settling onto the silk sheets beside you, one wing curling around your shoulder possessively. Her fingers find your chest and rest there - a claim marker while she recovers.

Your hands find Maria's breasts as she continues riding you, cupping them and squeezing slowly. She gasps, her violet eyes fluttering shut, her hips grinding down harder onto your cock in response. Her internal muscles clench around your shaft as your thumbs play with her nipples like joysticks.

"That's - ah - cheating," Maria breathes, but she arches into your grip rather than pulling away.

Roxanne moves forward.

The wolfkin girl crawls up the bed with eager obedience, her blonde-brown hair falling across her face, her dog ears perked forward with anticipation. Her maid outfit is already hiked around her waist, her tail wagging in rapid, involuntary beats against the sheets. She positions herself above your face with care, her knees settling on either side of your head, her pussy - pink, glistening, slightly puffy from arousal - hovering inches from your lips.

"Master," she says softly, her voice carrying that particular mix of devotion and need. "Please."

She lowers herself. The taste of her hits your tongue immediately - sweet, warm, her arousal thick and obvious. Your hands release Maria's breasts and find Roxanne's hips instead, gripping the soft skin above her tail as you drag your tongue flat across her clit.

Roxanne yelps. Her tail beats between your forearms in rapid waves - that honest physiological tell she can't suppress, broadcasting her pleasure to the entire room. Her thighs clamp against your head and her hands find the headboard, bracing herself as you work your tongue against her in slow, deliberate strokes.

Maria watches the wolfkin girl's face contort with pleasure while she rides your cock, her own pace slowing to match the rhythm of your tongue on Roxanne. "She's so responsive," Maria murmurs, her violet eyes tracking every twitch of Roxanne's ears. "It's almost unfair."

You suck Roxanne's clit between your lips and her entire body jerks. A high, keening whine escapes her throat - part moan, part canine vocalization - and her hips buck against your mouth uncontrollably. Her tail wags so fast it becomes a blur above your chest.

"Ah - Master - I'm - already -"

She comes within two minutes. Her pussy spasms against your tongue, her thighs trembling violently, her ears flattened back against her head in pure submission. She doesn't dismount - instead she shifts her weight, adjusting the angle, her tail still wagging in slow, satisfied beats.

"More," she whispers. "Please. More."

Robin watches from the edge of the bed, her blue eyes analytical, her tablet forgotten on the nightstand. Her black hair falls across her bare shoulders as she leans forward with undisguised interest, cataloging every reaction, every technique.

Maria clenches around your shaft, her own orgasm building as she watches Roxanne come apart above you. "Getting close," she warns, her voice strained.

Your fingers crawl up Roxanne's sides, tracing the soft skin above her hips, along her ribcage, until your palms cup the heavy weight of her breasts. She gasps above you, her tail beating frantically against your forearms, pure submission as your fingers find her nipples and circle them slowly.

"Master - ah - your hands -"

You squeeze her breasts firmly, kneading the large, soft mounds while your tongue continues working her clit. She's already building toward her second orgasm, her thighs trembling against your head, her hips grinding in desperate circles against your mouth.

Below her, Maria rides you with increasing urgency. Her violet eyes are half-closed, her black frilly dress bunched around her waist, her breasts bouncing with each downward thrust. She's been riding you for nearly twenty minutes now, her internal muscles clenching around your shaft as she chases her release.

"Getting close," she breathes again, her voice strained. "Don't stop what you're doing to her - it's making you harder -"

You thrust upward into Maria with deliberate force, your hips snapping up to meet her descent. She cries out, her back arching, her fingers digging into your chest. Your hands maintain their grip on Roxanne's breasts, thumbs pinching her nipples in rhythm with your thrusts into Maria.

Roxanne comes first. Her second orgasm hits harder than the first - a full-body convulsion that sends her pussy spasming against your tongue, her thighs clamping tight, her tail going rigid before wagging in rapid, uncontrolled beats. A high keening whine escapes her throat, and she collapses forward, her hands bracing against the headboard, her breasts pressing into your palms as she rides out the waves.

Maria watches Roxanne shatter above you and it pushes her over the edge. She slams her hips down, taking you deep, and comes with a sharp cry - her pussy clenching around your cock in desperate, milking pulses. You thrust up into her one final time and let yourself finish, spilling inside her with a groan that vibrates through Roxanne's still-trembling folds.

Three bodies in simultaneous release. The room fills with overlapping moans and gasps.

Roxanne dismounts your face with trembling legs, collapsing onto the silk sheets beside Riveria. Her tail wags in slow, satisfied beats. "Thank you, Master," she whispers, her ears still flat against her head.

Maria lifts herself off your cock with a satisfied sigh, her violet eyes warm. "Thirty-two minutes," she announces. "A bit over."

Robin moves forward immediately - the archaeologist's blue eyes sharp with analytical hunger as she positions herself above your face. Her black hair falls across her bare shoulders, her legs settling gracefully on either side of your head.

"My turn," she says simply, lowering her pussy to your lips.

Hinata rises from the edge of the bed where she's been watching, her miniskirt maid uniform not needing hiked up, her lavender eyes bright with anticipation. She straddles your hips, her wet pussy sliding down onto your still-hard cock with a soft moan.

"Goshujin-sama," she breathes, beginning to ride you with the gentle enthusiasm she's developed since her virginity claiming. Her hands find your chest, her hips rolling in slow waves.

Robin's taste hits your tongue - different from the others, sharper somehow - as she settles her weight fully against your mouth. Her fingers thread through your hair, guiding your attention where she wants it most.

Your right hand traces up Robin's side, fingers gliding along her ribs, across the soft skin of her stomach, until your palm cups her left breast. She inhales sharply above you, her fingers tightening in your hair, her hips pressing down harder against your tongue.

Your left hand reaches out blindly and finds Hinata's right breast exposed over the fabric of her maid uniform. She gasps - a soft, breathy sound - and her hips stutter in their rhythm on your cock before resuming with renewed enthusiasm.

"Both of us," Robin murmurs, her dark blue eyes opening to watch your left hand knead Hinata's breast. "You're splitting your attention. A dangerous choice."

You respond by sucking her clit between your lips and pinching her nipple simultaneously. Robin's back arches, her black hair cascading down her bare shoulders, and she comes with a quiet, controlled shudder - her thighs trembling against your head, her pussy clenching against your tongue. A soft moan escapes her lips, barely louder than a whisper, as if she's cataloging the sensation even as it overwhelms her.

She doesn't dismount. Her fingers remain threaded through your hair, guiding you back to her clit with deliberate precision. "Again," she says simply.

Hinata watches Robin's controlled climax with fascination, her lavender eyes bright, her hips rolling in slow, deep waves on your cock. She presses her breast more firmly into your left hand, her nipple hardening against your palm. "Goshujin-sama," she breathes, her voice carrying the particular mix of devotion and quiet hunger she's developed since her virginity claiming. "I want to take my time."

You squeeze her breast in acknowledgment, your thumb circling her nipple while your tongue works Robin's swollen clit with focused strokes. The archaeologist comes again within two minutes - this time with a sharper cry, her analytical composure cracking as her second orgasm hits harder than the first. Her pussy spasms against your mouth, her juices coating your chin.

"Yes," she whispers with a hiss, half to herself, her blue eyes glazed with pleasure. "Noted for... future reference."

Your tongue doesn't stop. You trace slow circles around her clit, building her toward a third peak while your left hand continues kneading Hinata's breast. The kunoichi rides you with patient, rolling thrusts, her internal muscles squeezing your shaft that match her breathing. She's deliberately pacing herself - savoring every inch, every sensation, her turn stretching out before her like a gift.

Robin's third orgasm arrives within another three minutes. She cries out louder this time - a genuine, unrestrained sound that surprises even her - and collapses forward, her hands bracing against the headboard, her thighs shaking violently. Her pussy pulses against your tongue in desperate waves.

"Satisfied," she manages, lifting herself off your face with trembling legs. Her blue eyes meet yours, warm and slightly dazed. "Very... thoroughly documented."

She settles beside Albedo, her black hair disheveled, her breathing still uneven.

Erza rises from the edge of the bed, her scarlet hair catching the candlelight, her clothes instantly removed. She positions herself above your face with military precision, her muscular thighs settling on either side of your head, her pussy - pink, trimmed, glistening with arousal - hovering above your lips.

"My turn," she says, her voice carrying the confidence of an S-class mage. Her blue eyes meet yours with a challenge in them.

Hinata adjusts her rhythm on your cock, settling deeper, her hands finding your chest as she continues her slow, deliberate ride. Your left hand releases her breast and finds her hip instead, guiding her movements into a deeper grind that makes her moan softly.

Erza lowers herself onto your mouth.