Chapter 108: Maria’s choice. Nami’s Contract. +18

You slide out slowly, feeling Maria shudder around you as you withdraw. Her legs tremble when you turn her to face you, lifting her easily as you press her back against the wall. She wraps her thighs around your waist, and you guide yourself back inside with one smooth thrust.

"Fuck," she breathes, head falling back against the wall. Her inner muscles clench around you, still sensitive from the rough session moments before.

You cup her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples while maintaining the connection. "Kurumi might be discussing those timelines with Hinata now. Should be fine - similar to how Sango and Mikasa would process it. But there are others we need to avoid."

Maria's violet eyes refocus on you, her analytical mind engaging despite the physical distraction. "Who?"

"Violet, Asia, Albedo." You squeeze gently, feeling her respond. "Violet and Asia will be better off without that knowledge. They don't need to see darker possibilities."

"Agreed," Maria says, breath catching as you shift angle slightly. "Violet's still reconstructing her identity outside servitude. Showing her timelines where you enslaved her would undermine progress. Asia's too trusting - seeing manipulation attempts might create paranoia she doesn't need."

You nod, maintaining the slow rhythm. "But you and Albedo... you two might recognize those possibilities as viable options."

Her expression shifts, something darker flickering behind her eyes. "We might. Albedo especially - she's built to strategize around master-servant dynamics. Showing her paths where you took absolute control could trigger... unhelpful suggestions."

"Something for later then," you murmur, leaning in to kiss along her jawline. "Right now we need to prepare for Nami. I have no doubt my naughty cat is already getting excited on the bridge."

Maria laughs breathlessly. "She's been radiating anticipation while trying to play it cool. Nearly vibrating out of her skin."

"Do you know where Mikasa is?"

"Last I checked, she was in the harem bedroom." Maria's fingers dig into your shoulders as you pick up the pace slightly. "Probably preparing something for tonight. She takes her role as your... caretaker very seriously."

You kiss her properly then, swallowing her small sounds as you move together against the wall. The urgency has faded, replaced by something more deliberate - a shared moment of connection before the contract's formality begins.

You maintain the slow rhythm, hands cupping Maria's breasts while she remains pinned against the wall, still wrapped around you. Her violet eyes focus on yours as you speak.

"I've been going around confirming with everyone individually," you say quietly, thumbs brushing across her nipples. "On-world teleportation is safe - tested it successfully with Spectral Hand anchors. But cross-dimensional travel is still beyond reach."

Maria makes a soft sound as you shift angle slightly. "Makes sense. The dimensional barriers-"

"Some worlds I wouldn't even attempt," you interrupt gently. "Albedo's Nazarick, Kurumi's spirit realm - success would mean we'd immediately die. The power scales are too extreme."

She nods against your shoulder. "Then there's the identity problems."

"Exactly." You squeeze her breasts carefully. "Sinon and Musashi - returning them might cause more damage than help. Sinon because she's integrated two identities into something new. Musashi because her timeline variant might not have a safe home to return to."

Maria's fingers trace patterns on your shoulders.

"And then there's You and Hinata."You meet her gaze. "I don't want to let you go. But unlike Hinata, I still need to give you the choice-"

"You're stupid," she interrupts, voice flat. Her legs tighten around your waist. "I made sure I wanted you before I applied the master-servant contract and gave you my virginity. The choice was already made, Brad. Stop second-guessing decisions I've confirmed."

You blink, then lean in to kiss her. She responds with surprising intensity, fingers sliding into your hair.

When you pull back, you can't help smiling. "I'm fully aware my upbringing has caused me bad habits, breaking them is something else. Bonus question then. There were a few women from your world who'd be better off in a lucky idiot's harem. If we have the option of recruiting them, would you assist?"

Maria's expression shifts to analytical consideration despite the intimate position. "My world? Mio would benefit enormously - she's isolated and going to struggle with awakening alone. Who else?"

"You haven't met them yet... Yuki and Kurumi from the Hero Faction would integrate well. Possibly Zest if we could break her contract cleanly. We'll consider them more once they're actual options..." You glance down at where her torn panties hang from one ankle. "Sorry about breaking those."

She follows your gaze and laughs - genuine amusement. "They were cheap mass-produced underwear, not the luxury pieces you've been getting lately. There are hundreds more exactly like them in storage."

You ease out slowly, both of you making soft sounds at the separation. She slides down until her feet touch the floor, legs wobbling slightly. You keep your hands on her breasts until she's steady.

"Out," she says, pushing at your chest with mock severity. "I need to clean up and change before Nami's ceremony. I'll meet you at the bridge."

You steal one more kiss before stepping back and adjusting your clothes.

You step out of Maria's quarters, adjusting your shirt. Through the telepathy web, you reach for the jet ski group's thread and find them closer than expected - they've already returned and are lounging on the flight deck.

When you check, Musashi sprawls on a towel in a red bikini that matches her usual gi colors, water still beading on her skin. Erza sits cross-legged beside her in a blue two-piece with white trim, wringing out her scarlet hair. Bulma has claimed a deck chair, wearing a purple bikini that somehow looks both practical and stylish, examining her capsule case.

"Getting some sun?" you ask.

Musashi props herself up on her elbows. "The jet skis are fun, but we decided to trade off. Sango, Robin and Asia took the next rotation."

"Smart thinking." You nod approval. "Enjoy the break."

Erza glances up, squinting against the light. "Everything alright? You look like you're on your way somewhere specific."

"Meeting Nami on the bridge soon." You keep your tone casual.

Bulma's attention sharpens. "Oh right, there was something mentioned about that. Master-servant contract?"

"Yep." You don't elaborate further. "I'll leave you three to your sun."

Inside the ship, you make your way to the harem bedroom. Mikasa is there as Maria predicted, sitting on the edge of the bed examining her red scarf. She looks up when you enter.

"Brad." She stands immediately.

You cross to her and pull her in for a slow kiss. She responds instantly, hands sliding up to your shoulders. When you break apart, her dark eyes study your face.

"Sorry about the short notice. I should to explain what we're about to do," you say quietly, keeping your hands on her waist. "Nami wants a master-servant contract. We're meeting her and Maria on the bridge."

Mikasa's expression doesn't change, but you feel her attention sharpen.

"Before we proceed with the contract, I want to make absolutely certain she understands what she's accepting." Your thumbs trace circles against her sides. "So I'm going to have you demonstrate submission. I'll order you to strip in front of her. Maybe use you sexually where she can watch."

Mikasa's breathing changes subtly. Her pupils dilate slightly.

"is that acceptable for you?" you ask.

She doesn't deny it. Her fingers tighten on your shoulders. "Yes. It excites me."

"If Nami still wants the contract after seeing you completely servile," you continue, "then we'll know she's ready. That she genuinely understands what master-servant means."

"A demonstration of reality," Mikasa murmurs. "Actual submission."

You kiss her again, deeper this time. "Are you prepared for that?"

"Always." There's no hesitation in her response. "When?"

"Now. We should head to the bridge. She and Maria should be waiting for us."

The bridge doors slide open. Nami stands near the captain's chair, orange hair catching the morning light through the viewport. Maria leans against the navigation console, violet eyes tracking your approach.

You cross to Nami first, cupping her face as you kiss her slowly. Her lips part immediately, hands coming up to grip your shoulders. When you pull back, her pupils are dilated.

"Maria," you murmur, turning to the smaller woman. Your kiss with her goes deeper, tongue sliding against hers as your hand finds her breast through her top. She makes a soft sound, pressing into the contact.

When you break away, both women are breathing slightly faster.

"Are you ready?" you ask Nami directly.

She nods, voice steady despite the flush on her cheeks. "Yes. I want this."

"Captain's chair. Maria beside you."

Nami settles into the seat, posture straight. Maria takes position standing to her left, hand resting on the chair's back. Mikasa moves to your side without needing instruction, red scarf vivid against her casual clothing.

You turn to face her fully. "Step forward. Strip."

Mikasa's expression doesn't change, but you feel the shift in her emotions - anticipation mixed with arousal and desire to please. She moves three paces forward, directly in front of where Nami sits.

The jacket comes off first, folded precisely before being set on the deck. Then the white shirt beneath, revealing the sports bra. Her fingers move to the belt.

Your attention shifts to Nami. Her eyes track every movement Mikasa makes. Her breathing has deepened, but her expression shows intense focus rather than shock or disgust.

Mikasa continues methodically. Pants pooled at her feet. Underwear removed. When she's completely naked except for the red scarf, she stands straight, hands at her sides, utterly still.

"Come here," you tell her.

She crosses the remaining distance. You cup the back of her neck, pulling her into a slow kiss. Your other hand slides down her side, over her hip, cupping her ass. She responds immediately, lips parting, body pressing against you.

You break the kiss to trail your mouth down her neck. Your hand moves between her legs from behind, finding her already wet. She makes a soft sound as your fingers slide against her pussy.

"Look at Nami," you murmur against Mikasa's skin.

Mikasa's head turns slightly. Her dark eyes meet Nami's brown ones.

Nami's hands grip the armrests, knuckles pale. Her breathing is audibly faster. But her gaze stays locked on Mikasa's face, unwavering.

"Tell her what you are," you say quietly, fingers still working between Mikasa's legs.

"His," Mikasa says, voice steady despite the arousal. "Completely his. By choice."

Nami's tongue darts out to wet her lips. "I understand," she says, voice slightly rough. "I want the same thing."

You step forward, hands sliding up Nami's thighs beneath her skirt. The fabric bunches as your fingers trace higher. Her breath catches.

"Top off," you say quietly.

Nami's hands move without hesitation, pulling the white blouse and bra over her head and letting them fall to the deck. Her breasts are exposed, nipples already hard. She sits straight, making no move to cover herself.

Your fingers hook into her panties and draw them down slowly. She angles her hips, letting you take them, leaving the delicate fabric dangling from her left ankle. Her skirt stays hiked up around her hips.

"Maria," you say, creating the ritual's magic circle under you with mana while extending your right hand toward Nami, knuckles up.

Maria moves to your left side, violet eyes bright with focus. Power builds around her - older, darker, threaded with desire. The air grows warmer.

"Kiss the back of his hand," Maria says, voice carrying subtle resonance. "Accept the contract."

Nami leans forward, lips pressing against your knuckles. The moment of contact triggers the ritual. Gold light traces up your arm. It reaches your chest and splits, one thread diving toward your core while another extends back toward Nami.

The navigator gasps as the binding settles into place. Her pupils dilate. A faint flush spreads across her chest.

"How does it feel?" you ask.

Nami's breathing has quickened noticeably. "Like... pressure. Building. I need..." She swallows hard, gaze locked on yours. "I need you."

"Not today." You pull her in for a slow kiss, hand cupping her bare breast. She moans softly into your mouth. When you break apart, her expression is desperate. "You'll stay virgin until tomorrow. We're separating the contract from that milestone."

"Brad-" Her voice catches as the lust continues rising.

"Mikasa," you step aside saying without looking away from Nami. "Hold your new sister."

Mikasa hugs Nami immediately. Her arms wrap around the smaller woman's waist, . Nami leans back instinctively, supported by Mikasa's strength.

You position yourself behind Mikasa, hands on her hips. She's still naked, long black hair against pale skin.

"Stay still," you tell both women.

Your cock slides into Mikasa slowly. She makes a soft sound against Nami's ribs, body responding instantly even as she maintains her grip on Nami. You set a steady rhythm - not hard, but deliberate. Each thrust presses Mikasa forward slightly, her bare breasts rubbing against Nami's stomach.

Nami whimpers. The contract-driven arousal builds with each contact, each moment of denied satisfaction.

Maria steps beside you, pulling her top down to expose her breasts. She leans in for a kiss, tongue sliding against yours briefly before she pulls back with a smile.

"You're so mean," Maria says, voice warm with amusement. "Building her need like this, making her wait. Fucking Mikasa right against her when she can't have you yet."

Nami's breathing has become ragged. Her hips shift involuntarily, seeking friction that isn't there. Mikasa holds her firmly in place.

"Please," Nami whispers.

"You'll get your Captains virgin bonus, after Mikasa." you say gently, maintaining the steady pace inside Mikasa.

You return Maria's kiss, your hand sliding along her jawline. "Comfort her," you murmur. "Help her ride this out."

Maria nods, violet eyes warm with understanding. She steps to Nami's side, one hand stroking the navigator's orange hair while the other traces warmly along her bare shoulder.

You resume the rhythm inside Mikasa, each thrust deliberate. Her breathing quickens against Nami's skin. The contact continues - breast against stomach, Mikasa's exhales ghosting across Nami's ribs.

"Close," Mikasa whispers.

You increase the pace slightly, maintaining the angle. Mikasa's fingers dig into your forearms. Her inner walls tighten around you, pulse accelerating. When she comes, it's with a sharp intake of breath and a shudder that runs through her entire frame.

You hold still, letting the aftershocks run their course. After several seconds, you lean forward, hands cupping Mikasa's breasts from behind. Your fingers knead gently as you pull her slightly back from Nami.

"Put your hands under Nami's thighs," you say quietly. "Lift her legs open for me. You've never watched me service someone from this angle."

Mikasa's hands slide beneath Nami's thighs immediately. She lifts, spreading the navigator wide. Nami gasps as the position exposes her completely.

"Brad-" Nami's voice breaks.

You're still inside Mikasa, leaned forward over her. Your hands continue working her breasts as you lower your mouth to Nami's exposed pussy. The first contact makes her cry out.

Maria's hand tightens in Nami's hair. "Let yourself feel it," she murmurs. "The buildup is part of it. Let it rise."

Your tongue traces along Nami's folds, tasting salt and arousal. She's already soaking wet - the contract-driven need combined with watching Mikasa's submission has her wound impossibly tight. You find her clit and circle it slowly.

Nami's hips buck involuntarily. Mikasa's grip keeps her legs spread, preventing her from closing them. The position forces vulnerability - held open, unable to hide, watched by everyone.

"Oh god," Nami whimpers. "I need- please-"

"As you request," you say against her skin, then return to the slow, deliberate attention. Your tongue works her clit in steady circles while your hands continue kneading Mikasa's breasts.

Maria kisses Nami's temple. "Breathe through it. Feel how much he's making you want him."

Nami's fingers claw at the armrests. Her breathing comes in ragged gasps. The contract amplifies every sensation, turning gentle attention into near-overwhelming stimulation. She's trembling, caught between Maria's soothing presence and your relentless teasing.