Chapter 100: Erza’s mother, Riveria’s kingdom. +18

Rika rises first, movements efficient as she retrieves her tactical vest from where it was placed. Albedo immediately shifts, straddling your stomach with a satisfied smile.

"Watch carefully," Albedo says, hands resting on your chest. "She moves like a professional even when dressing."

Rika pulls on her pants with practiced efficiency, fastening the tactical vest over her shirt. She glances back once, expression neutral but carrying faint satisfaction. "Thank you for the inclusion. I'll compile that divergence list within twelve hours."

She leaves without further comment, door closing behind her.

Albedo remains straddled across you, tracing idle patterns on your chest. "She's integrating well. Your consistency validates her assessment."

"That was a pleasant surprise," you confirm.

Albedo glances down, noting your obvious arousal. "Mmm. Rika didn't mention it, probably too analytical to comment. But I have my orders - fourteen more sessions before losing my virginity." She shifts off you smoothly. "Go find someone without such restrictions. Asia's watch shift should have ended."

You sit up, reaching for your clothes. Albedo watches with amused interest as you dress, her gaze lingering.

"Out," she says once you're finished, making a shooing motion. "I require privacy to dress properly."

You lean down, kissing her briefly. "Thank you for the session. Both of you are amazing."

"I know," Albedo says with characteristic confidence. "Now go satisfy that before it becomes a distraction."

You leave the equipment storage, heading toward the crew quarters. Asia is just finishing her watch rotation, emerging from the communications room wearing her now-modified habit. She brightens immediately when she sees you.

"Brad! I was just coming to find you. How did the broadcast go?"

You pull her close, kissing her slowly. She makes a soft sound of surprise before melting into it, hands settling on your chest.

When you pull back, she's flushed. "That was... very direct."

"I wanted to see you," you say quietly. "Can you show me which RV you've chosen as yours?"

Asia nods, taking your hand. "Of course. It's one of the smaller ones, but it has a nice window."

She leads you through the vehicle deck to a large-size RV, unlocking it with the key she's been carrying. The interior is simple but comfortable - bed, small kitchen area, storage.

"This is perfect," you tell her, pulling her inside and closing the door behind you.

You kiss her again, deeper this time. Asia responds eagerly, arms wrapping around your neck. Her body presses against yours, soft and warm.

"Brad..." she whispers when you break for air. "Are you... is this...?"

"Only if you want to," you say. "But yes. I want you."

Asia's flush deepens. "I want to. I've been wondering when you would have time."

You guide Asia onto the bed, hands moving along her sides as she settles back against the mattress. Her habit is already removed, revealing soft skin and gentle curves. She watches you with anticipation mixed with faint nervousness.

"You hesitated to ask for more," you say quietly, fingers tracing patterns along her thighs. "We've been very busy the last few days."

Asia flushes. "I didn't want to be selfish. There are so many others who need your attention."

You lean down, kissing her slowly. "We have plenty of time now that we have the basics covered. Don't hold back."

She makes a soft sound of approval as you position yourself between her legs. You grind slowly against her, building natural lubrication while maintaining eye contact. Asia's breathing quickens, hands settling on your shoulders.

"Brad..." she whispers. "I want this."

You enter her gradually, careful and deliberate. She gasps at the initial sensation, body tensing briefly before relaxing into the rhythm. You push deeper with each slow thrust until you're fully inside.

"How does this feel?" you ask.

"Good," Asia breathes. "Really good."

You sit up, grasping each of her ankles and lifting them slightly. The new angle draws a sharp intake of breath from her. You begin a gentle pistoning motion, watching her breasts bounce with each movement. Her face flushes deeper, eyes half-closed in building pleasure.

"Don't stop," she says quietly. "Please don't stop."

You maintain the steady rhythm, reading her body's responses. Her breathing grows more ragged, fingers curling against the sheets. Three minutes pass before she reaches climax with a surprised cry, body arching beneath you.

You lower yourself, kissing her slowly while still inside. She responds eagerly, arms wrapping around your neck.

"Do you want more?" you ask when you pull back.

Asia nods immediately. "Yes. Please."

You resume the gentle thrusting, maintaining the intimate connection. She meets your movements with growing confidence, her initial nervousness replaced by genuine engagement. The session continues for another twenty minutes, punctuated by her soft vocalizations and building pleasure.

When she climaxes the second time, it's with more intensity than before. You continue through it, then slow gradually before pulling out. Asia lies sprawled on the bed, visibly satisfied.

"That was wonderful," she says after catching her breath. "Thank you for making time."

You lean down, kissing and sucking her nipples gently. She makes a pleased sound, fingers running through your hair.

"We'll do this more often," you promise. "You don't have to wait for me to start."

Asia smiles, genuine warmth in her expression. "I'll remember that."

You remain with Asia for another ten minutes, holding her close while she catches her breath. Her head rests against your chest, one hand tracing idle patterns on your stomach.

"Thank you for this," she says quietly. "I was worried you wouldn't have time."

"I'll always make time," you promise. "Don't hesitate to ask."

Asia nods, visibly content. You kiss her forehead before sitting up and reaching for your clothes. She watches with obvious appreciation as you dress.

"I need to find Erza," you tell her. "There's something important I need to discuss with her privately."

Asia's expression shifts to concern. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes," you assure her. "Just something personal she need to address."

You leave the RV, checking your mental map. Erza should be in the crew quarters section. You make your way through the vehicle deck, passing several other RVs before entering the main ship corridors.

You find Erza in one of the smaller crew quarters, sitting on the bunk while methodically cleaning one of her sword blades. She's wearing casual clothes - a simple white blouse and dark pants - rather than her usual armor. She looks up as you enter.

"Brad," she says, setting the blade aside. "I wasn't expecting you."

"Do you have a few minutes?" you ask. "There's something I wanted to discuss privately."

Erza's expression becomes guarded, but she nods. "Of course. What is it?"

You close the door behind you with a soft click, sealing the small crew quarters in quiet privacy. "I wanted to talk about your mother. But first."

Erza stands from the bunk, her posture straight but her eyes already softening as you step forward.

You cup her face gently and press your lips to hers. The kiss starts slow, deliberate, your mouth moving against hers with quiet certainty. She responds immediately, her hands rising to rest on your shoulders, fingers curling into your shirt as she leans into you. Her lips part under yours, warm and yielding, the faintest sound escaping her throat.

When you pull back just enough to speak, your voice is low against her mouth. "Your rules. Just the two of us."

Erza exhales once, short and sharp. Her eyes hold yours for a heartbeat, then she nods. Golden light flashes around her body in a brief, familiar shimmer of re-equip magic. Her blouse and pants vanish instantly, leaving her completely bare. Pale skin glows softly in the low cabin light, full breasts rising with each breath, nipples already tightening.

She stands still, letting you look. Her arms remain at her sides, chin lifted, a faint flush creeping across her collarbones. No armor. Just Erza.

You step closer again, hands sliding to her waist. Your mouth finds hers once more, deeper this time, tongue brushing hers in slow strokes. She makes a quiet sound into the kiss, fingers tightening on your shoulders.

You trail your lips down her jaw, along the line of her throat, feeling her pulse jump under your mouth. Lower still, across the smooth swell of her breasts. You pause at one nipple, circling it with your tongue before drawing it into your mouth. Erza gasps softly, back arching, one hand sliding into your hair to hold you there. You suck gently, then harder, flicking the peak with your tongue until she shivers.

You move to the other breast, giving it the same attention while your hands slide down her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. Her breathing turns ragged, thighs pressing together as you work her slowly, deliberately.

You sink to your knees in front of her. She parts her legs without prompting, one hand braced on your shoulder for balance. You kiss the soft skin of her stomach, then lower, until your mouth finds the slick heat between her thighs.

Erza's breath hitches sharply. You lick a slow path from entrance to clit, tasting her arousal, then circle the swollen bud with your tongue. Her hips jerk forward, fingers tightening in your hair. You press deeper, tongue sliding inside her before returning to her clit with steady, rhythmic strokes. She moans low, thighs trembling around your head.

You keep the pace even, building her slowly. One hand grips her hip to steady her while the other slides up to cup her breast, thumb brushing her nipple in time with your tongue. Her moans grow louder, hips rocking against your mouth as she chases the edge.

When she comes it is sudden and hard, thighs clamping tight around your head, body shuddering as she cries out. You keep your tongue moving through the aftershocks until she softens, legs trembling, hand loosening in your hair.

You kiss your way back up her body, lingering at each breast, sucking gently on her nipples while she catches her breath. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, skin flushed pink.

You settle beside her on the bunk, pulling her into your lap so she straddles your thighs. She rests her forehead against yours, breathing still uneven.

"Now," you murmur against her lips, one hand cupping her breast, thumb circling her nipple slowly. "About your mother."

Erza goes still. Her eyes open, searching yours. "Tell me."

You nod, keeping your touch gentle, rolling her nipple between thumb and finger. "Her name is Irene Belserion. She was a powerful mage in the Kingdom of Dragnof. She became pregnant with you during the Dragon Civil War."

Erza's breath catches. You lean in, kissing the underside of her breast, then taking the nipple into your mouth again. She arches slightly, fingers threading through your hair.

"She created dragon slayer magic, and slowly discovered the risk transforming herself into a dragon," you continue, switching to the other nipple, sucking softly. "To survive the war. She believed it was a necessary cost. But the transformation changed her. She lost her senses of touch and taste."

Erza's thighs tighten around your hips. Her breathing turns ragged again as you work her nipples with lips and tongue.

"She was captured," you say between slow licks. "Imprisoned by the humans she protected while pregnant with you. She used magic to seal your growth inside her so she wouldn't give birth in prison, months passed and they declared her pregnancy a lie. They declared her execution in a political play, She escaped by becoming a dragon, and spent centuries trying to turn herself back into a human, centuries with you sealed inside her. She was eventually given human shape back by who you know as The Black Wizard Zeref. She still didn't have her senses of touch and taste however, the contrast continuing her madness. She gave birth to you, and chose to abandon you on the steps of a church."

Erza shudders, not from pleasure alone. You feel the tension in her body, the old pain surfacing. You soothe it with your mouth, kissing across her chest, then back to her nipples, drawing them out slowly.

"She saved you, from herself, in her desperation she was considering using a form of possession magic to transfer her soul into you." you murmur against her skin. "She believed that by changing bodies she could regain the humanity, the senses of touch and taste that she had lost. That's why she left you."

Erza's fingers tighten in your hair. Her hips rock once against you, instinctive. You keep your mouth on her breast, tongue circling her nipple while your hand slides between her thighs, fingers finding her slick and swollen.

"She loved you," you say quietly, sliding two fingers inside her. "In her broken way. She gave everything she had left to keep you safe."

Erza gasps, head falling back as your fingers curl inside her. You kiss her throat, then her collarbone, then back to her nipple, sucking hard while your thumb circles her clit.

"She was your mother," you whisper against her skin. "And she wanted you to know that, even though she never had a chance to say it."

Erza comes again, harder this time, body clenching around your fingers as she cries out softly. You work her through it, slow and steady, until she collapses against your chest, trembling.

You hold her close, hand stroking her back in long, soothing strokes. Her breathing gradually evens out.

"Thank you," she whispers against your neck. "For telling me."

You kiss the top of her head. "She loved you. That part was real."

Erza stays in your lap for a long minute, simply breathing. Then she lifts her head, eyes meeting yours.

"I need time to think about this," she says quietly. "But not alone."

You nod. "You never are."

She kisses you once, soft and lingering, then slides off your lap. Golden light flashes as her armor re-equips itself around her body. She stands taller, straighter, but her eyes remain soft when they meet yours.

"Whenever you are ready to talk more," you say, "I will be here."

Erza nods once, then turns toward the door. She pauses with her hand on the handle.

"Thank you," she says again, quieter this time. "For everything."

The door slides open and closed behind her. "What will you say, when you learn she's still alive."

You sit alone in the small quarters for a moment, the echo of her warmth still on your skin.

You leave the room wondering if Erza chose it as her quarters, letting the door slide shut behind you. The corridors are quiet, most of the dimensional travelers either on watch rotation or resting after the extended events. You make your way toward the flight deck at an unhurried pace, mind already turning over the logistics of extended-range weather manipulation.

You're halfway through the vehicle bay when a familiar voice calls out from beside one of the parked RVs.

"Brad. A moment, if you have time."

Riveria steps into view, her elegant robes swaying slightly. She's holding a leather-bound journal, expression thoughtful but not urgent.

You nod and gesture for Riveria to walk with you. "Let's talk somewhere more comfortable. Your motorhome?"

Riveria inclines her head gracefully. "That would be preferable. Thank you."

The two of you walk side by side through the vehicle deck, boots echoing softly on the metal plating. Riveria's elegant robes brush the floor with each step, the rich fabric catching the low lighting. She leads you to one of the larger RVs near the center of the bay, the one she claimed earlier. The door slides open at her touch.

Inside, the space is neat and orderly, yet to be decorated with only a few claimed items on the counter. A wide bed dominates the rear, currently made with crisp linens. A small table sits in the middle with two chairs. The enchanted climate control keeps the air pleasantly cool and fresh.

Riveria closes the door behind you, then turns to face you. "Please, sit."

You take one of the chairs. She settles across from you, placing her journal on the table between you. Her posture is straight, composed, but there is a subtle tension in her shoulders that tells you this conversation matters deeply to her.

"You mentioned the elven birthrate issue before," she begins, voice measured. "The mathematical reality is indeed challenging. High elves have long lifespans, yet our fertility has declined sharply over generations. The royal family in particular has struggled to produce viable heirs."

You lean forward slightly, keeping your tone gentle. "The problem is not simply low fertility. The life energy required to keep a fetus healthy must come from regular intercourse, not just from the mother, but from consistent male partners as well. Elven women are particular about their lovers, which is natural. But when patriarchy took control of your country, the focus shifted to 'spreading seed' like human royalty. The women stopped receiving the individual care and frequent intimacy their bodies needed to properly nourish the fetuses."

Riveria listens without interrupting, her green eyes steady on yours. You continue.

"The poorly argued alternative is that the women are simply being too picky about their lovers. That is not the case. The issue is systemic. Elven pregnancies require continual life force supplement, supposed to be from their husband or several partners,

When that connection is reduced to duty or political breeding, the pregnancies fail. The women are not given enough individual care. Their bodies reject the pregnancy because the life energy is insufficient."

Riveria is quiet for a long moment, fingers tracing the edge of her journal. When she speaks, her voice is soft but carries the weight of centuries of observation.

"I have seen it happen too many times. Royal consorts chosen for bloodlines rather than genuine compatibility. The women would grow distant, the intimacy mechanical. Then the miscarriages would come. The court would blame the woman's 'delicate constitution' or her 'refusal to fulfill her duty.' Never the lack of true connection."

She meets your eyes directly. "You are saying the solution is not forcing more partners, but ensuring the right partners give consistent, genuine care."

"Pretty much," you reply. "Frequent, intimate connection. Preferably emotional as well as physical. The fetus needs steady life energy from both parents, sustained over the entire pregnancy. When that is present, elven women are more than capable of carrying healthy children. When it is absent, the body protects itself by ending the pregnancy early."

Riveria leans back slightly, processing. Her fingers still on the journal. "Then the current royal system is actively harming our population growth. The very structure meant to preserve our bloodlines is dooming them."

She falls silent again, then looks at you with quiet intensity.

"If we were to change this... how would you suggest we begin?"

The motorhome is quiet around you, the ship's engines a distant hum. Riveria waits, her elegant features open and thoughtful, ready to hear your answer.