Chapter 156: +18 Prim, Alicia reward Kallen. Two Hime’s.

You begin a slow rhythm between Villetta's thighs, each thrust slapping your balls gently against her clit. Your hands alternate between the four sets of breasts within reach, kneading Shirley, then reaching down to cup Milly's, then stretching to Euphemia's, then back to Villetta's own dark-skinned mounds hanging above Milly's.

Villetta comes first, her thighs clamping around you, a low groan escaping her lips as her body shudders. You pull out.

"Hold her, Milly."

Milly turns and wraps her arms around Villetta's trembling frame, pulling her down onto the cushions. You kneel before Shirley, whose amber eyes are glassy with arousal from watching. Your mouth finds her sex and she cries out within minutes, her fingers tangling in your hair, her hips bucking against your tongue.

You rise and return to Villetta, sliding between her thighs again. This time you reach both hands forward to grope Milly and Euphemia simultaneously while you ride Villetta's slick channel. She climaxes faster the second time, a strangled whimper torn from her throat.

"Hold her again."

Milly catches Villetta as she collapses. You kneel before Euphemia this time, the princess's composure fracturing beautifully as your tongue patiently breaks her until her violet eyes roll back and her thighs clamp around your ears.

You rise, hard and aching, and slide back into Villetta's trembling thighs for a third round, your hands finding the four sets of breasts as the hall fills with the sounds of pleasure.

You thrust deep between Villetta's thighs, your hands gripping her hips as you release inside her. She gasps, her dark skin shuddering beneath your fingers, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around you as her own climax drags out in response to the warmth flooding her. A low moan escapes her throat, muffled against Milly's shoulder.

You withdraw slowly, watching your seed begin to drip down Villetta's chocolate thighs. She collapses forward onto the cushions without complaint, her body spent.

You kneel before Milly next. The student council president's blue eyes are glazed with arousal, her composure long since shattered by the sustained breast stimulation and the spectacle of Villetta's repeated climaxes. Your mouth finds her sex and she arches immediately, her fingers tangling in your hair with none of her usual measured restraint.

"Ah you can't just" Milly's protest dissolves into a sharp cry as your tongue finds the spot that makes her thighs clamp around your ears. She comes within two minutes, her entire body convulsing, her back lifting clear off the cushion.

You rise and survey the four half-cup maids. They sit in a loose pile on the wide couch, their maid uniforms disheveled and their bodies flushed. Shirley lies on her back, her orange hair spread across the cushion, her amber eyes half-lidded and her chest still heaving. Euphemia mirrors her position on the opposite end, her violet eyes unfocused and her pink hair damp with sweat. Milly has slumped between them, her legs parted and trembling from her recent climax. Villetta has collapsed face-down across Milly and Shirley's laps, her dark thighs still twitching, your semen visibly leaking across her chocolate skin.

But they still have energy. You can see it in the way their breathing returns, in the subtle shifts of their hips.

You begin a second round.

Shirley comes first this time, your fingers working inside her while your thumb circles her clit, her amber eyes rolling back as she screams your name. Then Euphemia, whose serene composure fractures when you expose her, her violet eyes squeezing shut as her third orgasm of the evening tears through her. Milly lasts longest, her half-recovered analytical mind fighting the inevitable even as her body surrenders, until she finally collapses with a low moan that echoes through the hall.

One by one they fall. Shirley onto her back, legs splayed open, her fingers still twitching against her own thighs. Euphemia beside her in the same position, her expression slack and peaceful. Milly between them, her blue eyes staring at the ceiling without comprehension. Villetta face-down across Milly and Shirley, her pussy visibly pulsing, semen trailing down her inner thighs in thick rivulets.

You hear a soft intake of breath from the hallway.

You turn your head. Charlotte and Neia stand at the corridor entrance, their matching sheer white negligee's slightly disheveled from what must have been a hasty departure from their study session. Near them, Orihime's grey eyes are wide, her hands pressed to her cheeks. Lacus watches with a knowing smile, her pink hair catching the firelight. Kallen's arms are crossed tight against her chest, her cheeks burning crimson, her green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that has nothing to do with anger.

Arche leans against the opposite doorframe, her arms folded beneath her breasts, one eyebrow raised. Lisara stands beside her, lips curved in amusement.

Alicia and Prim, still bare, wave cheerfully from their bench.

"Study break?" Arche asks dryly.

Charlotte's blue eyes dart from the four exhausted maids to you, standing naked and still hard in the firelight. Her throat works visibly. Neia's grey eyes are wide, her face scarlet, her hand gripping Charlotte's sleeve.

"We heard" Neia starts, then stops, unable to finish.

Charlotte's blue eyes are locked on the four exhausted maids sprawled across the couch, her throat working visibly. Neia's grey eyes dart between you and the scene with an expression caught between mortification and fascination.

"You two," you say, your voice carrying easily across the hall. "You can watch or return to studying. Your bedtime won't change regardless."

Charlotte's jaw tightens. She exchanges a glance with Neia, whose hand is still gripping her sleeve. After a moment, Charlotte gives a single controlled nod and retreats back down the corridor, pulling Neia with her. Their footsteps fade toward Charlotte's room.

You turn to the cushioned bench where Alicia and Prim sit bare, their bodies still flushed from their earlier climax, their fingers intertwined. They look up at you with matching anticipation.

"The performance has ended," you tell them. "Would you like your bedtime now, or would you prefer a similar performance with Kallen?"

Alicia's blue eyes brighten immediately. She squeezes Prim's hand and leans forward. "With Kallen."

Prim nods rapidly, her pink hair bouncing. "Yes please."

Kallen's head snaps toward you from across the hall. Her green eyes widen, her arms uncrossing involuntarily. "Wait, what? I didn't agree to"

"Your reward," you say simply.

Kallen's mouth opens, then closes. Her cheeks burn crimson. She looks at Alicia and Prim, who are already rising from the bench with eager energy, their bare bodies moving toward her with obvious intent. Then she looks at you, standing naked and still hard in the firelight, and her defensive posture crumbles into something between protest and anticipation.

"You're impossible," she mutters, but she doesn't retreat.

Alicia reaches Kallen first, her athletic fingers finding the zipper at the back of Kallen's bunny outfit. Prim circles to the front, her delicate hands working the straps. Kallen stands rigid between them, her breathing quickening as the black fabric peels away from her red hair, her shoulders, her breasts.

"I can do this myself," Kallen hisses, but her hands remain at her sides.

"But you won't," Alicia says with a smile, sliding the outfit down Kallen's waist.

Prim kneels gracefully, pulling the fabric down Kallen's legs, her pink hair brushing against Kallen's thighs. The fishnet stockings follow. Within moments Kallen stands bare between them, her body toned and athletic, her red hair cascading over her shoulders.

Alicia guides Kallen to the wide cushion before the fireplace, positioning her on her knees. Prim settles in front of Kallen, spreading her own legs invitingly. Alicia kneels behind Kallen, her hands on Kallen's hips, her breasts pressing against Kallen's back.

"Ready?" Alicia asks you, her blue eyes bright.

You step forward, your erection pressing against Kallen's slick entrance from behind. She gasps, her fingers digging into Prim's thighs as you push inside her. Prim reaches up and cups Kallen's face, pulling her down between her legs.

"Just relax," Prim whispers. "This will feel amazing, I promise."

Kallen's protest dissolves into a moan as you begin thrusting, your hands gripping her hips while Alicia's fingers find her breasts from behind. Prim's soft cries join Kallen's deeper groans as the red-haired girl's tongue finds her slit.

From across the hall, Orihime watches with her hands pressed to her burning cheeks, her grey eyes enormous. Lacus sits beside her with a knowing smile, one hand resting comfortingly on Orihime's knee. Arche has returned to the kitchen doorframe, her arms folded, watching with detached amusement. Lisara leans against the mantle, her lips curved.

The four half-cup maids remain barely conscious on the couch, their bodies tangled together exhausted and almost asleep, Villetta's semen-streaked thighs still twitching occasionally.

Your hands find Alicia's hips from behind, locking her in place as she cradles Kallen against her chest. The princess-knight's fingers are already working Kallen's breasts, kneading the firm flesh while her lips brush the shell of Kallen's ear with whispered encouragements. You set your pace to Prim's rising moans, each thrust into Kallen timed to the rhythm of her tongue against Prim's slit.

Prim's breathing quickens first, her pink hair splayed across the cushion, her thighs trembling on either side of Kallen's head. You feel Kallen's walls tighten around you in sympathetic response, her groan vibrating against Prim's sex. Alicia's breath hitches against Kallen's back, her own arousal building from the sustained contact and the sounds filling the hall.

You follow their reactions. Prim's spine arches, her cry sharp and musical. Kallen's body convulses around you a half-second later, her climax triggered by the combination of your thrust and Prim's thighs clamping around her ears. Alicia shudders against Kallen's back, her own smaller peak rolling through her from sheer proximity and stimulation.

Three voices harmonize in the firelight.

You don't stop. Your hips keep their gentle rhythm inside Kallen, extending her shuddering into something that makes her claw at the cushion beneath Prim. "Wait I can't it's still" she gasps, but her body betrays her completely, clenching and releasing in waves that drag her second climax from the aftershocks of her first.

You pull Prim closer with your free hand, dragging her across the cushion until her breasts press against your forearm. Your fingers slide between her thighs, finding her still slick and swollen from Kallen's mouth. She whimpers as you push two fingers inside her, her hips rocking forward instinctively.

You shift your weight, leaning down while maintaining your thrusts into Kallen. Your mouth finds Alicia's sex from behind, your tongue pressing flat against her slit as your arm locks around her hip to keep her steady. Alicia cries out, her fingers digging into Kallen's shoulders.

The three of them move together now. Kallen between you and Alicia, Prim pressed against your side, your cock inside one woman, your fingers inside another, your tongue working the third. The sounds layer over each other, building toward a shared precipice.

Prim comes first, her walls clenching around your fingers, her cry muffled against your shoulder. The sensation of her climax through your hand pushes Kallen over again, her entire body going rigid as she screams into the cushion. Alicia follows within seconds, her athletic thighs locking beneath your chin as her orgasm tears through her, her voice breaking on a sound that is half sob and half moan.

You withdraw from Kallen slowly, letting her collapse forward onto Prim's stomach. Alicia slumps sideways, her blue eyes unfocused and her chest heaving. The three of them lie tangled together in a heap of flushed skin and tangled hair, their breathing ragged and synchronized.

Kallen's voice emerges muffled against Prim's hip. "You're a monster."

Prim strokes Kallen's red hair weakly. "A good monster."

Alicia says nothing. She has already fallen asleep with her face pressed against Kallen's back.

From across the hall, Orihime sits with her hands pressed between her thighs, her grey eyes enormous and her cheeks burning. Lacus pats her knee gently. "You'll get used to it," the pink-haired woman says with a warm smile.

You approach Orihime, your eyes finding her grey ones locked on you with a mixture of shyness and unmistakable want. Her hands are pressed between her thighs, her cheeks flushed deep pink, her Festival Miko Ensemble slightly disheveled from how she has been squirming through the past hour of watching.

You smile as you approach. "I think she's getting used to this faster than you think," you say to Lacus, who sits beside Orihime with her pink hair catching the firelight.

Lacus tilts her head, her serene smile widening. "I noticed."

You kneel before Orihime. Her breath catches audibly as your hand slides beneath the slit of her miko skirt, your fingers tracing upward along her inner thigh. Her legs part instinctively, opening for you, her body responding before her mind can form protest. Your fingertips find her sex already slick, her lips swollen and wet, and you draw the fabric aside to reveal her glistening folds.

Orihime's grey eyes are fixed on your face below her.

"Open your top," you tell her, looking up. "Show your roommates your beautiful breasts."

Her hands tremble as they rise to the ties of her miko top. She fumbles with the knot, her breathing ragged, then pulls the white fabric apart. Her breasts spill free, full and round with pink nipples already stiffened. She holds the fabric open with shaking fingers, her face burning crimson as Lacus watches with gentle encouragement and Lisara leans against the mantle with a knowing smirk.

You lean forward and press your mouth to her virgin pussy. Orihime gasps, her spine arching, her hands flying to your hair. You work her slowly, your tongue tracing circles around her clit before dipping lower, tasting the sweetness of her arousal. She moans, her hips rolling forward against your mouth, her thighs tremble rising to the sides of your head.

"Ah that's you're" Orihime's words dissolve into a high-pitched whimper. Her fingers tighten in your hair. You feel her walls flutter against your tongue as you build her steadily, patient and thorough, reading every twitch and gasp until her body tenses and releases in a shuddering climax. She cries out, her thighs clamping around your ears, her breasts heaving as wave after wave rolls through her.

You pull back, wiping your chin, and look between Lacus and Lisara. "Would one of you have a duet with Orihime?"

Lacus rises gracefully from her seat, her pink dress swaying. "I would be honored."

She settles beside Orihime on the cushioned bench, lifting her skirt, her legs spreading to meet Orihime's. You guide their thighs together, scissoring their legs until their wet pussies press against each other. Both women gasp at the contact, Orihime's grey eyes meeting Lacus's blue ones with nervous excitement.

You kneel between them, your mouth finding first one then the other, alternating between Lacus's familiar sweetness and Orihime's new taste. Your tongue works the junction where their bodies meet, stimulating both simultaneously. Lacus moans softly, her composure elegant even in pleasure, while Orihime writhes and whimpers beside her, overwhelmed by the doubled sensation.

Lacus reaches over and takes Orihime's hand, lacing their fingers together. "Just breathe," she whispers. "Let it happen."

Orihime nods frantically, her free hand gripping the bench cushion. You feel both of them approaching together, their bodies trembling in tandem, and you increase your pace until they crest simultaneously. Lacus sighs beautifully, her pink hair cascading over her shoulders, while Orihime screams, her back arching so violently she nearly dislodges from the position.

They collapse together, panting and flushed, their fingers still intertwined.