Chapter 177: Oriax and Albedo’s +18 duet. Prim’s virginity.

You settle onto the enormous bed and lean back against the headboard, spreading your arms along the carved obsidian frame. "Take the lead tonight," you tell them. "Both of you. Whatever you want."

Albedo's golden eyes gleam with immediate understanding. She turns to Oriax with a smile that carries centuries of seductive confidence. "Lady Lucifuge, shall we show our lord what two women who have spent millennia mastering pleasure can accomplish?"

Oriax's silver eyes narrow, but the crackling energy beneath her skin makes her restless rather than resistant. "If you insist on performing, at least make it worth watching."

Albedo strips her white silk nightgown in one fluid motion, her wings folding against her back as she crawls toward you on all fours. Her horns catch the candlelight. She straddles your left thigh and presses her lips to your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck while her fingers work at your clothing.

Oriax watches for exactly three seconds before her competitive nature overrides her reluctance. She pulls the sheer nightgown over her head, revealing her rejuvenated body glowing faintly with excess magical energy. Silver light traces her skin like living veins. She climbs onto the bed from the opposite side, her hand finding your chest.

"Six hours of this crawling sensation," she mutters against your ear. "You owe me."

Albedo guides your hand to her breast while Oriax's mouth descends your stomach. The devil maid's tongue is hot, almost feverish, and you feel the magical surplus bleeding off her with each touch. Small sparks of silver light flicker where her skin meets yours, dissipating harmlessly into the air.

Albedo positions herself above your face, her thighs framing your vision. "My lord, you said whatever we desire."

You pull her down and taste her. She gasps, her wings spreading wide, her fingers tangling in your hair. Below, Oriax takes you into her mouth with aggressive hunger, her magical excess translating into an intensity that borders on overwhelming.

The night stretches long. Albedo rides your face through two climaxes, her moans echoing through the chamber with theatrical abandon. Oriax mounts you next, her body burning with released energy as she takes you deep. Silver light pulses from her skin with each thrust, the magical surplus converting directly into physical sensation. She comes with a sharp cry, her nails digging into your chest hard enough to draw blood that heals instantly.

They trade positions. Albedo rides you cowgirl while Oriax kneels beside your head, feeding you her breasts and gasping when your teeth graze her nipples. The Floor Guardian's rhythm is deliberate and claiming, her golden eyes locked on yours, her hips rolling with practiced mastery.

"You brought her here for me," Albedo purrs between movements. "You thought of me first."

Oriax snorts. "He brought me here because I was about to accidentally destroy my daughter's bedroom."

"Both," you manage.

Albedo laughs, low and satisfied, and increases her pace.

By the third hour, Oriax's magical surplus has diminished significantly. The silver glow fades from her skin, leaving her flushed and breathing hard but no longer vibrating with uncontainable power. She lies sprawled across the pillows, watching Albedo finish you with her mouth, her silver eyes recovering as fast as she tires.

"I will not sleep in days, at this rate." Oriax murmurs.

Albedo swallows and rises, pressing a kiss to your lips. "Relax, Lady Lucifuge. I will ensure our lord is comfortable."

Oriax is meditating within minutes, her rejuvenated body curled against your side. Albedo takes your other side, her wings draped over you both like a canopy, her fingers interlaced with yours.

"She is not so terrible," Albedo whispers. "For a devil."

You close your eyes, surrounded by warmth.

You press your lips to Albedo's forehead, then her mouth, a quiet kiss that carries the weight of a shared night. Her golden eyes open, drowsy with satisfaction, her wings still draped across the bed like a canopy of midnight feathers.

"Leaving already?" she murmurs.

"The new arrivals need their morning greeting."

Albedo's smile turns knowing. "You spoil them."

Oriax stirs beside her, silver hair fanned across the pillow, her body no longer crackling with visible magical excess though you can sense the remaining surplus simmering beneath her skin. She cracks one eye open.

"Good. Go. I need silence."

You dress and step through the Dungeon Passageway, emerging in the Carne Manor main hall. The morning light filters through the tall windows, painting golden rectangles across the polished floor. The manor hums with early activity.

Angelica's door opens at your touch. She lies naked, blonde hair spread across the pillow, her red eyes fluttering open at the sound. Her room smells faintly of lavender and old books from the shelves lining her walls.

"Good morning," you say, settling onto the edge of her bed.

She sits up slowly, the sheets falling open to reveal her pale skin beneath. "I dreamed of the dinner table," she admits, her cheeks coloring. "It felt like a memory rather than a dream."

You push her back gently and remove the sheets entirely. She does not resist, her thighs falling open with the hesitant eagerness of someone still learning that her body's responses are permitted. Your mouth finds her and she gasps, her fingers tangling in your hair. She is responsive in a way that surprises her every time, her noble conditioning warring with the undeniable pleasure your tongue provides.

"You are learning what your body wants," you tell her between strokes.

"It wants this," she breathes. "More than I expected."

Her climax builds steadily, her hips rolling against your mouth, her moans growing louder until she shudders and cries out, her thighs clamping around your ears. You coax her through the aftershocks until she lies panting, her red eyes glazed with satisfaction.

"Orihime will be your pairing for today." you remind her, kissing her inner thigh.

"I know. I am looking forward to it."

You rise and cross the corridor to Olivia's room. The door opens to reveal a sparse, practical space. A training dummy stands in the corner, her sword propped beside it. Olivia lies on her narrow bed in cotton shorts and a loose shirt, her bright blonde hair tangled from sleep, her lean body stretched across the mattress with the unconscious grace of someone accustomed to physical labor.

She wakes instantly when you enter, her blue eyes sharp and alert before softening with recognition.

"Morning," she says, her voice rough with sleep.

"Good morning."

You pull her shorts down and she lifts her hips to help, her calloused hands gripping the sheets. Her body is wiry and strong, muscles defined from months of hauling cargo. Your mouth descends on her and she inhales sharply through her teeth.

"Still getting used to this," she manages, her back arching.

"Take your time. There's no rush."

Her climax comes faster than Angelica's, her body more accustomed to physical intensity translating directly into sharper peaks. She bites down on her pillow to muffle her cry, her abdominal muscles clenching visibly as she shudders through release.

When you rise, she grins up at you with that particular blend of exhaustion and satisfaction. "Charlotte today. Going to put me through my paces?"

"She wants to assess your combat potential. Don't forget to assess hers."

Olivia rolls her shoulders. "Ready."

You leave Olivia stretching in her doorway, her blue eyes bright with anticipation for Charlotte's assessment. The corridor is quiet, morning light pooling through the tall windows. You walk to Alicia's room and open the door without knocking.

Alicia lies on her bed naked, her blonde hair fanned across the pillow, her blue eyes opening at the sound. She smiles immediately, her athletic frame shifting beneath the sheets.

"Good morning," she says, her voice warm.

"Morning." You sit on the edge of her bed and run your hand up her thigh, fingers tracing the outlines. "I thought we could share something before I bring you to Prim."

She sits up, her breasts pressing against the sheets fabric. "I would like that."

You tease her slowly, your fingers finding the soft spots, pressing against her through the thin white fabric. She gasps, her hips rolling forward. You pull away the sheet slowly, kissing each newly exposed inch of skin. Her body responds with the eager athleticism that defines her, muscles tensing and releasing as your touch builds her arousal.

When she is exposed and trembling, you position yourself above her. "At your pace," you tell her.

She wraps her legs around your waist and pulls you in. You thrust deep, setting a rhythm that builds gradually. Her moans fill the room, her nails raking your back. You match her energy, driving harder as her cries sharpen, and when her body clenches around you in climax you let yourself follow, releasing inside her with a groan that she swallows with a kiss.

"That was wonderful," she breathes against your lips.

You clean her with prestidigitation and help her dress in her blue bikini-type armor and white miniskirt. "Prim is waiting."

Alicia's blue eyes soften. "She has been waiting for this."

You walk together to Prim's room. The pink-haired princess sits on the edge of her bed in her frilly transparent-pink dress, white stockings, and white panties visible beneath the high slit. Her hands twist in her lap, her cheeks flushed as she looks away from the mirror.

"I am ready," she says before you can ask.

You kneel before her and spread the slit of her dress. Your mouth finds her through the thin white fabric first, your breath hot against her. She whimpers, her fingers threading into your hair. You pull the panties aside and taste her virgin flesh directly, savoring the sweetness you will not experience again this way. Your tongue works her slowly, building her arousal until her hips are rolling against your mouth and her moans have become continuous.

"Please," she gasps. "I want you inside me."

You rise and position yourself between her thighs. Alicia sits beside her, holding her hand. You push forward in one steady stroke and Prim cries out, tears spilling down her cheeks. You hold still, kissing the tears away.

"Move when you are ready," you whisper.

She adjusts, then rolls her hips experimentally. You follow her lead, building slowly until her pain transforms into pleasure. Her cries change pitch, her body arching beneath you. When she comes, it is with a shuddering scream that echoes through the room, her fingers crushing Alicia's hand. You follow moments later, finishing inside her.

Afterward, you swap the stained sheets with clean ones from your inventory. The virginity-marked fabric transforms in your hands, golden borders materializing, the blood stain becoming the centerpiece of deliberate artistry. You hang it beside her door.

Prim gazes at it with wonder, Alicia's arm around her shoulders. "It is beautiful," she whispers.

"It is yours," you reply. "A memory worth keeping."

Prim lies over the fresh sheets, her pink hair fanned across the pillow, her cheeks still flushed from her first time. You settle beside her and cup her face, kissing her softly. She responds with sleepy warmth, her lips parting beneath yours. Your hands drift down to her breasts kneading gently, the thin fabric of her dress barely supporting her large breasts, and she hums with contented pleasure.

Alicia sits on the opposite side of the bed, her blue eyes bright with satisfaction. You reach across and pull her closer, your mouth finding hers while your other hand continues working Prim's nipple. Alicia moans into the kiss, her athletic body pressing against your side. You fondle her breast under her bikini armor, your thumb circling her nipple until it stiffens.

"That was beautiful," Alicia murmurs against your lips, glancing at Prim's peaceful face. "She was so brave."

"She was ready," you reply, kissing Prim's forehead. "Both of you were."

Prim stirs, her violet-pink eyes opening halfway. "Stay," she whispers.

"I need to tell Euphemia you will be sleeping in today. But I will come back."

Prim nods, her hand finding Alicia's. The princess-knight squeezes her fingers.

You turn to Alicia. "Villetta will expect you. Don't keep her waiting."

Alicia rises with a grin, adjusting her blue bikini armor. "I will find her now. Thank you for this morning."

She kisses you once more, then Prim, and slips from the room with quiet footsteps.

You dress and walk the short corridor to Euphemia's chamber. The tapestry beside her door catches the morning light, its golden borders gleaming. You enter without knocking.

Euphemia sits up in bed, the lavender sheets pooling at her waist, her bare breasts exposed to the cool air. Her violet eyes brighten immediately.

"Good morning," she says, her voice still carrying the softness of recent sleep.

"Prim will need to sleep in today," you tell her, climbing onto the bed. "Her first time was beautiful."

Euphemia's expression shifts to understanding warmth. "Of course. I will visit her later when she wakes."

You straddle her waist and push her back against the pillows. Your hands find her breasts, squeezing them together, watching the soft flesh spill between your fingers. You begin moving your hips, grinding against her, and her breath catches.

"But first," you say, "I wanted to see these bounce."

You thrust into her and her breasts jump with the impact. She gasps, her violet eyes widening, her hands gripping the headboard as you set a rhythm that makes her chest sway and bounce with each stroke. Her moans fill the room, her back arching, her nipples hardening as the flesh ripples with your movements.

"Ah, you are," she manages between thrusts, "quite direct this morning."

"I like watching my beautiful women," you reply, driving deeper.

Her climax builds quickly, her body still sensitive from last night's defloration. She comes with a shuddering cry, her breasts heaving, her thighs clamping around your waist. You follow moments later, finishing inside her with a groan.

You clean her with prestidigitation and kiss her forehead. "Take your time getting up. Prim will likely wake up in an hour or two."

Euphemia nods, her violet eyes dreamy. "I will be gentle with her."

You leave her room and walk to Laura's door. The German pilot lies in her bed, silver-trimmed shrine maiden outfit on the chair next to her, her slender legs visible beneath the sheets, her platinum-blonde hair loose across the pillow. She stirs when you enter, her grey eyes opening.

"Guten Morgen," she says softly.

You pull her legs apart slowly, savoring the sight of her slender thighs, the white panties revealed under the sheets. You remove them with deliberate care and lower your mouth to her virgin flesh.

Laura inhales sharply, her fingers gripping the sheets. "You always do this," she breathes.

"Because I enjoy it," you murmur against her.

Her slender legs tremble as your tongue works her slowly, building her arousal with patient attention. She is responsive despite her attempts at military composure, her hips rolling against your mouth, soft German exclamations escaping her lips. You savor every taste, every small sound she makes, taking your time with her virgin pussy until her back arches and she comes with a muffled cry, her thighs squeezing your head.

You kiss her inner thigh and rise. "Yor will be waiting for you today."

Laura nods, her cheeks flushed. "I will be ready."

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