Chapter 198: Albedo’s 17. Emilia and Tuka’s +18

Your tongue finds Kurumi's clit with renewed focus, pressing flat against the swollen bud while your fingers pinch her nipples hard. She gasps, her clock-eye spinning wildly, her hips grinding down against your mouth in desperate circles. Her maid outfit is bunched uselessly around her waist, her thighs trembling on either side of your head.

Yoruichi picks up her pace, her dark thighs flexing as she rides your cock with increasing urgency. Her pussy clenches around your shaft in rapid, rhythmic squeezes, her purple hair swinging with each downward thrust. She's chasing her orgasm now, her golden eyes squeezed shut, her lips parted in a silent moan.

You bring Kurumi over first. Your tongue flicks rapidly against her clit while both hands squeeze her breasts, and she screams, her pussy flooding your mouth with slick arousal, her thighs crushing your head, her wings snapping open and beating once against the air. Her orgasm rolls through her in waves, her clock-eye freezing mid-spin.

Yoruichi follows seconds later. Her pussy clamps down on your cock like a vice, her back arching, her nails digging into your chest. "Fuck-" she hisses through clenched teeth, her hips grinding in tight circles as she comes, her inner walls milking your shaft in pulsing contractions. She collapses forward, panting, her purple hair spilling across your stomach.

Kurumi lifts herself off your face, her legs shaking, and crawls aside. You catch Tatsumaki's gaze from her corner cushion. Her green eyes are wide, her small body rigid, her fists clenched in her lap.

"Before you consider the contract," you say, your voice steady despite Yoruichi still twitching around your cock, "first accept that you do look cute. That's an appeal of its own."

Tatsumaki's face ignites crimson. "I am NOT-"

"You are," you continue, cutting her off. "We all see it. We all accept it. Your appearance doesn't diminish your age or your capability. It's simply part of who you are."

She stares at you, mouth open, no retort forming.

"After that," you say, "consider taking a turn. See if you'll even enjoy this lifestyle. Then consider if you want to make it permanent."

The silence stretches. Yoruichi lifts herself off your cock with a wet sound, crawling aside with a satisfied stretch. Nami rises from her cushion, orange hair swaying, positioning herself above your shaft with confidence.

Tatsumaki's green eyes flick between you and the other women. Her thighs are pressed so tightly together her knuckles are white.

"I..." she starts, then stops. Her jaw works. "You're not going to make me?"

"No," you say simply. "This is a choice that you'll have to make. I already made mine when I invited you."

Nami sinks down onto your cock, her pussy engulfing you in wet heat, and begins riding you with slow, deliberate strokes. Her orange hair bounces with each movement.

Tatsumaki watches Nami's face, the open pleasure, the relaxed confidence, and something shifts behind her green eyes. Not decision. Not yet. But consideration where before there was only resistance.

"..." she whispers, so quietly only the Telepathy Web carries it. "Maybe I'll think about it."

Albedo rises from her cushion with the deliberate grace of someone who has been counting every session with predatory anticipation. Her white evening gown pools at her feet as she steps free of it, revealing her voluptuous body in full, massive breasts swaying with each step, her horns catching the ambient light, her wings folded tight against her back. She climbs onto the bed and positions herself above your face, her thighs spreading wide, her pussy already glistening with arousal.

Her labia press against your lips and she shudders, a moan rolling from her throat that carries through the room.

"Seventeen," she breathes, her golden eyes half-closed, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. "One more after this, Master. One more."

Your tongue finds her slit immediately, tracing the length of her folds with slow, deliberate strokes. She tastes sweet, her arousal thick and copious against your mouth. Your hands slide up her sides, fingertips trailing across her ribs, brushing the base of her wings where soft feathers meet warm skin. She gasps, her hips jerking involuntarily.

"Ah- not yet," she whispers, her voice strained. "I want... I want to come twice. Build me up properly. Don't rush."

Your tongue works her pussy in long, lazy strokes, parting her folds, circling her entrance without penetrating. Your hands continue their journey upward, palms sliding over her stomach, cupping the heavy weight of her breasts. Your fingers sink into the soft flesh, kneading slowly, fingertips finding her stiff nipples and rolling them in gentle circles.

Albedo's wings tremble. Her head falls back, her horns silhouetted against the ceiling, her mouth open in a silent moan.

Behind her, you rock your hips upward into Nami, who is still riding your cock with slow, commanding strokes. The sudden thrust makes her gasp, her orange hair bouncing, her pussy clenching around your shaft.

"Hey," Nami says, her tone half-annoyed, half-pleased. "I'm setting the pace here."

You respond with another upward thrust, deeper this time, and she moans despite herself, her hands bracing against your chest.

Your tongue presses flat against Albedo's clit, holding there without moving, letting the pressure build. She whimpers, her thighs trembling on either side of your head. Your fingers squeeze her breasts harder, pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger, and she cries out.

"More," she demands, her voice cracking. "Your tongue. Inside me. Now."

You push your tongue into her entrance, fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes while your fingertips continue working her nipples. Her pussy clenches around your tongue, her juices flooding your mouth. She grinds down against your face, her wings snapping open wide, her moans growing louder with each passing second.

Nami matches your upward thrusts now, riding you in counterpoint, her pussy gripping your cock. Her own orgasm is building, her breathing shallow, her orange hair clinging to sweat-dampened shoulders.

Albedo's first climax approaches like a wave building offshore. Her thighs clamp around your head, her hands gripping the headboard, her massive breasts heaving with each ragged breath.

"Close," she gasps. "So close. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."

Your tongue drives into Albedo's pussy with renewed purpose, fucking her with deep strokes while your fingers find her nipples and twist them hard. She gasps, her wings snapping open, her golden eyes rolling back.

"Yes- there, Master, don't-"

You seal your lips around her clit and suck, pressing your tongue flat against the swollen bud while your hips thrust upward into Nami in matching rhythm. Nami moans, her orange hair bouncing, her pussy clenching around your cock as you match her pace stroke for stroke. She grips your chest, her nails digging in.

Albedo's first orgasm crashes through her within seconds. Her thighs clamp around your head, her massive breasts heaving, her pussy flooding your mouth with slick arousal. She screams, her horns catching the light, her wings beating once against the air before folding tight against her back.

"Seventeen," she gasps, her voice cracking. "One more. One more, Master."

You don't give her time to recover. Your tongue returns to her folds immediately, tracing slow circles around her still-throbbing clit while your fingers release her nipples and slide down her sides, across her stomach, finding her hips. You grip her thighs and pull her down harder against your mouth.

"Oh- oh, that's-" Albedo's voice breaks into a moan.

Your hips continue their rhythm into Nami, matching her building pace. She's getting close, her breathing shallow, her pussy gripping your shaft in tighter squeezes with each downward thrust. You time your upward thrusts to coincide with her descent, driving deeper each time.

You edge Albedo deliberately. Every time her thighs begin to tremble, every time her breathing hitches toward that second peak, you ease your tongue back, circling her entrance instead of her clit, letting the pressure recede before building it again.

"You're- you're doing this on purpose," Albedo whines, her golden eyes snapping open. "Master, please-"

You respond by sucking her clit hard for three seconds, then pulling back entirely. She sobs with frustration.

Nami's pace accelerates. Her pussy clenches around your cock in rapid, desperate squeezes. "Close," she gasps. "So close-"

You time it perfectly. Your tongue drives against Albedo's clit with brutal precision while your hips slam upward into Nami, burying yourself to the hilt. Both women climax simultaneously, Albedo's scream echoing off the bedroom walls as her second orgasm rips through her, her pussy gushing against your mouth, her wings snapping open wide; Nami's back arching as her cunt clamps down on your cock in pulsing contractions, her orange hair cascading over her shoulders, her mouth open in a silent cry.

Albedo collapses sideways, her massive breasts heaving, her golden eyes glazed with satisfaction. "Seventeen," she breathes. "Eighteen, one last."

Nami lifts herself off your cock with trembling legs, crawling aside with a satisfied stretch. "You timed that on purpose," she accuses, though her voice carries no real complaint.

Albedo reaches for your hand, pressing her lips to your knuckles. "Tomorrow," she murmurs, her golden eyes finding yours with absolute certainty. "Tomorrow, Master. I'm ready."

The room settles into the post-climax lull. Emilia rises from her cushion, silver-lavender hair swaying, her violet eyes shy but determined as she approaches the bed for her queening turn.

Your hand finds Hinata's thigh as she shifts to make room, your fingers trailing up the smooth pale skin of her inner leg. She shivers at your touch, her lavender eyes meeting yours with quiet warmth, her naked body still flushed from her earlier mounting. You squeeze her thigh gently, a silent acknowledgment, before turning your attention to the woman climbing onto the bed.

Emilia approaches with visible nervousness, her silver-lavender hair cascading over bare shoulders, her violet eyes darting between the other women. She's removed her clothing, revealing a slender frame with modest breasts and pale skin that flushes pink from her neck to her chest. This is only her second time queening, and her movements carry the hesitant grace of someone still learning what her body wants.

"I'm... I'm ready," she whispers, positioning herself above your face. Her thighs tremble as she lowers herself, her pussy descending toward your mouth with agonizing slowness.

You let her set the pace. Your tongue meets her folds with the lightest possible pressure, tracing the outer edges of her slit without penetrating. She gasps, her hands gripping the headboard, her silver-lavender hair falling forward to curtain her face.

"Oh- that's-" Her voice catches. "Gentler than last time."

You respond by flattening your tongue against her clit with slow, circular motions, building pressure incrementally. Her pussy is already slick, her arousal evident in the way her inner thighs glisten. You taste her, sweet and faintly floral, working her folds with patient dedication.

Your hands slide up her sides, fingertips trailing across her ribs, finding her small breasts. You cup them gently, thumbs circling her stiffening nipples, rolling them between your fingers with the same deliberate patience as your tongue.

Emilia moans, her hips beginning to rock against your mouth. "It's- it feels different when you touch me there at the same time-"

You suck her clit gently while pinching both nipples simultaneously, and she cries out, her back arching. Her pussy floods against your tongue, her arousal thickening. You maintain your rhythm, neither accelerating nor slowing, letting her body dictate the pace.

Her orgasm builds slowly, like frost spreading across glass. Her thighs clamp tighter around your head, her breathing becoming ragged, her violet eyes squeezing shut. Your tongue presses harder against her clit while your fingers knead her breasts, and she breaks.

"Ah- ah, I'm-" Her voice dissolves into a soft, keening cry as her pussy clenches rhythmically against your mouth, her juices flooding your lips. Her hips grind down involuntarily, her hands white-knuckled on the headboard, her entire body trembling through the climax.

She lifts herself off with shaking legs, collapsing beside Hinata, who wraps an arm around her shoulders. Emilia's violet eyes are glazed, her cheeks flushed crimson.

"Thank you," she breathes, her voice barely audible. "That was..."

Hinata strokes her hair. "You did beautifully."

Tuka rises from her cushion, her blonde hair swaying, her pointed ears catching the light as she approaches the bed with quiet determination.

Hinata settles onto your cock with a soft sigh, her pale thighs straddling your hips as she begins a lazy, rolling rhythm. She's not chasing anything, just enjoying the fullness, the warmth of you inside her while she reaches over to stroke Emilia's silver-lavender hair where the half-elf has collapsed beside you both.

"You did so well," Hinata murmurs, her lavender eyes soft. Emilia nuzzles into her palm like a cat, still trembling from her climax.

Tuka approaches with quiet determination, her pointed ears flushed pink, her blonde hair spilling over bare shoulders. She's removed her clothing - slender, pale, with the delicate bone structure of her elven heritage and small breasts tipped with dusky nipples. Her green eyes meet yours with something between nervousness and resolve.

"I want to," she says softly, her voice layered through the Telepathy Web for translation. "Like Emilia did."

She positions herself above your face, her thighs trembling as she lowers herself. Her pussy is delicate - pale pink lips barely parted, glistening with arousal. The scent of her is light, almost floral, distinctly different from the others.

Your tongue meets her with the same patient gentleness you gave Emilia. Slow circles around her outer folds, barely grazing her clit, letting her adjust to the sensation. Above you, Tuka gasps, her hands gripping the headboard, her pointed ears twitching.

"Oh-" Her voice catches. "That's... like last time, but I didn't..."

Your hands slide up her sides, fingertips tracing the elegant curve of her ribs, finding her small breasts. You cup them gently, fingertips circling her stiffening nipples, rolling them with the same deliberate patience as your tongue. She moans, her hips rocking involuntarily against your mouth.

Beneath her, Hinata continues her slow ride, her pussy clenching around your shaft in slow squeezes. She's not building toward climax, just savoring the stretch, the connection, her inner walls gripping you as she rolls her hips in lazy figure-eights. One hand remains in Emilia's hair; the other rests on your stomach, feeling your muscles flex with each breath.

You press your tongue flat against Tuka's clit and suck gently, and she cries out, her thighs clamping around your head. Her ears twitch, pure pleasure response, you realize, the pointed tips pressing down as her whole body tenses.

"Again- please, there again-"

You give her what she asks for, tongue working her clit in steady strokes while your fingers pinch both nipples simultaneously. Her orgasm builds quickly, she's incredibly sensitive, her expectations amplifying every sensation. Her pussy floods against your mouth, sweet and slick, and she breaks with a keening cry that echoes through the bedroom.

Her thighs shake violently. You ease her through it, tongue gentling to soft licks as she comes down, her fingers tangled in your hair.

"One more?" she whispers, breathless. "Please?"

You comply, building her again with slow deliberation. This time you edge her, pulling back when her breathing quickens too fast, circling her entrance instead of her clit until she whimpers with need. Your fingers knead her breasts more firmly, knuckles stretching out her pinched nipples slowly.

When you finally drive your tongue against her swollen clit, her second orgasm crashes through her harder than the first. She screams, her pussy gushing against your lips, her pointed ears pressed flat, her entire body convulsing.

Tuka lifts herself off on shaking legs, collapsing beside Emilia. Her green eyes are glazed, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks from the overwhelming release.

"Thank you," she breathes. "That was..."

Hinata leans down, pressing a kiss to your chest, her pussy still wrapped around your cock. "She's beautiful when she lets go," she murmurs against your skin.

Liza rises from her cushion, her scaled forearms catching the light, her reptilian tail swaying behind her as she approaches with quiet stoicism.