Chapter 113: Kurumi’s Contract. Riveria’s Enslavement +18

You pull Bulma close, her blue ponytail sliding across your shoulder as your mouth finds hers. She melts into the kiss immediately, hands gripping your shirt, breath catching when you deepen the pressure. Her tongue meets yours with genuine hunger - no hesitation, no performance, just raw want.

When you finally break away, her pupils are dilated, lips parted. "I'd love to pull your thighs around my face," you murmur against her ear, "or just drag you down to the bed... but we both have projects to work on in the middle of the day."

Bulma exhales shakily, stepping back with visible effort. "You're a terrible tease." Her voice carries frustration mixed with anticipation. "Dinner. And after. Don't you dare forget."

"I won't." You watch her walk toward the hatchway, hips swaying deliberately.

The next hour passes in methodical rhythm. You cast Scrying, locate a destroyer, teleport the Spectral Hand, enchantment package. Nine ships total - USS Kidd, USS Preble, USS Sampson, USS McCampbell, USS Curtis Wilbur, USS John S. McCain, USS Fitzgerald, USS Mustin, USS Barry. Each one takes roughly six minutes. Network mana dropping steadily with three gates active, your enchanting only barely pressing it.

When the ninth vessel flares golden, you dismiss both Hand and scrying, turning to find Maria and Kurumi standing near the hatchway entrance. They've been waiting quietly.

Maria speaks first, her short skirt swaying as she approaches. "Kurumi's decided she wants her contract now. We discussed the specifics already."

Kurumi steps forward, heterochromatic eyes gleaming - gold clock iris bright against red pupil. Her French maid dress fits perfectly, hem stopping mid-thigh. "I've waited long enough, Master. I know what I want."

Both women kiss you in turn - Maria's mouth aggressive, Kurumi's playful - before guiding you below deck through corridors to the vehicle bay. Kurumi's motorhome apartment door closes behind you with a solid click.

You begin casting the ritual, mana flowing in now-familiar patterns creating the binding circle. Maria floods it immediately with succubus energy, the golden light shifting crimson-violet as the lust variant takes hold.

Kurumi kneels theatrically, short black and red dress skirt hiking around her thighs. She takes your hand, kissing each knuckle slowly - tongue tracing the bones, teeth grazing skin, lips lingering wetly. The contract snaps into place.

[MASTER CONTRACT ESTABLISHED: KURUMI TOKISAKI]

[NEW ABILITY UNLOCKED: TEMPORAL ANCHOR]

[SERVANT SYSTEM STATUS: INITIALIZING...]

A crimson collar manifests around her throat, pulsing with each heartbeat. Her breathing quickens instantly, pupils dilating, thighs pressing together. "It burns," she whispers, voice thick with sudden arousal. "Just like they said it would."

Both women push you backward onto the bed. Maria's hands go to her skirt's zipper. Kurumi's fingers work the buttons of her maid dress, eyes never leaving yours as fabric parts revealing pale skin, black lace lingerie, the curve of her breasts.

"I know Master's rules," Kurumi breathes, dress sliding off her shoulders. "No virginity without orders. But everything else..." She licks her lips slowly. "Everything else is fair game."

Maria sheds her clothing entirely, standing naked beside the bed. "She wants your mouth, Brad. I want your cock. Let's give the new contract exactly what it needs."

You strip methodically, each piece of clothing discarded while Kurumi watches with gold-and-red eyes gleaming. Your shirt hits the floor. Kurumi crawls forward, hands sliding up your thighs, pushing you backward onto the mattress.

Her mouth finds yours immediately - tongue aggressive, teeth catching your lower lip. You taste her breath, feel the heat radiating from her skin as she straddles your chest. She breaks the kiss to rise higher, breasts swaying inches from your face.

"Master earned this," Kurumi whispers, voice thick with arousal. The crimson collar pulses against her throat.

She drags one nipple across your lips - slow, deliberate. You open your mouth but she pulls back with a teasing laugh, offering the other breast instead. Your hand rises to cup it, thumb circling the hardened peak while she grinds against your sternum.

Maria's weight settles over your hips. Her fingers wrap around your cock, positioning herself. "Let's see how long both of you can last," she purrs, sinking down in one fluid motion.

The tight heat envelops you completely. Maria rocks forward, testing angles, the sharp crack of Maria's palm against Kurumi's ass echoes through the motorhome. "You're dripping on him already."

"Can't help it," Kurumi gasps, while she slides higher - thighs bracketing your head. The scent of her arousal fills your senses.

"Open wide, Master." Kurumi lowers herself deliberately. Her pussy presses against your mouth - already slick, folds parting as you extend your tongue. She tastes sweet, musky. Your hands reach up to cup her breasts, kneading soft flesh between your fingers while your tongue explores her.

Maria begins riding you properly now - slow, grinding movements that pull your full length nearly out before swallowing you again. Each thrust sends sensation radiating through your core.

Kurumi rolling her hips against your mouth. "The collar won't stop burning until-"

You flatten your tongue, dragging it firmly across her clit. Her words dissolve into a moan.

Maria picks up speed, chasing her own pleasure now. Her inner walls clench rhythmically around you, milking with each downward stroke. Sweat beads on her skin.

Kurumi's thighs tremble against your temples. You alternate between broad licks and focused attention on her clit, fingers still working her breasts. Her breathing grows ragged.

"Don't stop," she whimpers. "Please don't-"

Maria spanks her again, harder, you feel the small ripple though her hips. "Beg prettier than that."

All three of you moving without fatigue from the vigor enchantment, pleasure building in waves that crest without breaking, sustaining intensity that would normally exhaust within minutes.

You focus entirely on Kurumi's pleasure, tongue working steady circles around her clit while your hands grip her thighs. Her breathing grows ragged, hips rolling against your face. "Master-" The word breaks into a cry as her orgasm hits, thighs clamping around your head, pussy pulsing against your mouth.

Maria rides you harder, chasing her own peak. Her inner walls clench rhythmically, milking you as she throws her head back. "Fuck-" She comes with a shuddering gasp, collapsing forward onto your chest.

Kurumi slides down beside you, both women's heads settling onto your shoulders. Your arms wrap around them naturally, hands cupping their breasts - Kurumi's softer handful, Maria's fuller curve. The crimson collar around Kurumi's throat has stopped pulsing.

"Kurumi, you likely already know what I'm about to bring up, but I still need to-"

Her finger presses against your lips. "There's no going back to my Date A Live multiverse." Her heterochromatic eyes meet yours directly. "Even if I did, it's not the same anymore. I'm absolutely going to be happier here. That's why I demanded the master-contract."

Maria laughs, her breast warm under your palm. "You're such a dummy. You love boobs and it's annoying that you value virginity so much."

"It's because he was cheated on," Kurumi says softly. "By your first girlfriends. I learned it from conversations in different timelines - saw the variants where it came up..." She nestles closer. "Yet it's also endearing. The care you put into each of us despite knowing your attention is divided."

You squeeze their breasts gently, kneading soft flesh. "You're both terrible at keeping secrets from me."

"We're not trying to keep secrets," Maria counters. "We're just pointing out you're emotionally constipated in the most adorable way possible."

Kurumi traces patterns on your chest. "Master gives each of us genuine attention. Not performance - real presence. That's why we stay."

"And the orgasms," Maria adds dryly.

"Obviously the orgasms help," Kurumi agrees with a small smile.

You lie there in comfortable silence, hands still full of their breasts, feeling their breathing synchronize against your shoulders. The motorhome rocks gently with the ship's movement.

"So," Maria eventually says. "Are you planning to enchant more destroyers today, or are we keeping you occupied?"

"Webb's priority list has seventeen vessels left," you note. "But we told them I can only enchant five an hour. I don't want them to realize yet that our mana and range is now ridicules, otherwise they'll expect me to spend all day every day making miracles..."

Kurumi's fingers walk down your stomach. "They can wait an hour then."

You knead their breasts gently, fingers lightly teasing nipples that are still sensitive from earlier activity. "They can wait until you two beautiful women kick this boob-lover out of bed."

Maria laughs against your shoulder. "We're not kicking you anywhere. You're too comfortable. What ability did you get from Kurumi's contract?"

"Temporal Anchor, is it's name." You answer. "It doesn't seem to be activate-able, so a passive?"

Kurumi traces idle patterns on your chest with one finger. "Strange. I can feel it now that the contract's active. Like a weight that wasn't there before."

"What does it actually do?" you ask, continuing your gentle massage of her breast.

"It locks me to your timeline," Kurumi explains, her heterochromatic eyes thoughtful. "I can't be pulled unwillingly into alternate timelines anymore. Can't be erased by temporal paradoxes. My existence is... anchored to yours."

Maria props herself up on one elbow, violet eyes curious. "Does that apply to all of us?"

"The contract mark suggests yes," Kurumi confirms. "Anyone bound to Brad should share his temporal stability. We're all locked to the same timeline now."

You squeeze both their breasts thoughtfully. "So either I'm closer to being the origin point of this timeline, or I'm just resistant to timeline-altering effects. The anchor could work either way."

"Origin point seems unlikely," Maria notes. "You're not special enough for that - no offense."

"None taken, that would be ridiculously overpowered and I'm no shonen protagonist."

Kurumi's fingers still against your chest. "Resistance makes more sense. The ability doesn't change the timeline - it prevents external forces from changing your position within it. Like... you've become a fixed point."

"Which means trying to alter your past would fail," Maria adds. "And trying to pull any of us into alternate timelines would also fail."

"Useful against time manipulators, of which they should be excessively rare," you observe. "literally nothing against everything else."

"It's a defense mechanism," Kurumi says softly. "My abilities were temporal manipulation. The contract inverted that - instead of controlling time, you resist temporal control. It's... elegant, actually."

Maria shifts, pressing her breast more firmly into your palm. "Does it feel different? Being anchored?"

Kurumi considers. "Yes. Before, I could feel the pull of other timelines - possibilities branching away. Now there's only one path forward. It's... quieter."

"Good quiet or bad quiet?" you ask.

Her lips curve into a small smile. "Good. The noise was exhausting."

You lie there in comfortable silence, hands still full of soft flesh, both women's breathing slow and steady against your shoulders. The motorhome rocks gently with the ship's movement.

"So," Maria eventually says. "How long are you planning to keep fondling us?"

"Until you complain," you reply easily.

"Not complaining," Kurumi murmurs. "Just curious about your stamina."

You smirk, hands still working their breasts in slow circles. "What a silly question. I cheat, of course."

Maria's leg slides over your crotch immediately, catching your erection between her thigh and calf. She squeezes gently, pressure teasing along your length. "Cheating how, exactly?"

"The enchantments." You knead Kurumi's breast more firmly, watching her breath catch. "Vigor, mostly. Lets me keep my hands full as long as you two beautiful women let me... and no emergency forces me up."

Kurumi traces patterns on your chest with one finger. "So you're admitting you've stacked advantages?"

"Always." Maria's leg tightens fractionally, stroking upward. You exhale slowly. "Next actual plan though - I need to check on Riveria's answer."

"Answer to what?" Kurumi's heterochromatic eyes gleam with curiosity.

"She made... an implicit and rather dangerous request."

Kurumi tilts her head, remembering timelines. "Saving her elven homeland. Which requires conquering it from a patriarchy." Her expression sharpens. "That's not simple. The requirements alone-"

"What did you tell her?" Maria interrupts, leg moving deliberately now.

"That will be announced by Riveria," you manage, sensation building as Maria's calf slides against you. "If she accepts."

"Bullshit answer." Maria increases pressure. "You're being evasive."

"Completely evasive," Kurumi agrees, leaning down until her lips brush your ear. "Tell us what you offered her, Master."

"She'll announce it herself-" The words break as Maria's thigh tightens perfectly, friction spiking. Your hips buck involuntarily, orgasm hitting hard. You come between her leg and calf, warm pulses coating her skin.

Maria holds position through your climax, letting you finish completely before releasing. "Still not answering."

"Go to her," Kurumi purrs, climbing off the bed. "So we can learn what you're hiding."

"Both of you are terrible," you mutter, following them up slowly.

Maria slides off as well, fingers trailing through the mess on her leg. "We're motivated. You dangled interesting information then refused to share." She licks her fingers clean deliberately. "Go talk to Riveria. We'll play again later."

Kurumi retrieves her maid dress, pulling it on without bothering with underwear. "Besides, I'm curious what contract terms you would make to satisfy a royal elf's requirements for conquering her homeland."

"Assuming she accepts," you point out, feigning lament at your empty hands.

"She will." Maria tosses you your pants. "You wouldn't be this cagey if the answer was 'no.' Now get dressed and go find out what she decided."

You dress methodically, each piece of clothing settling into place while Maria and Kurumi watch with knowing smirks. Heading first to the the storage room looking for a certain accessory - a simple black leather dog collar, soft enough not to chafe but substantial enough to make a statement. You inventory it with a moment of exhaustion and doubt. "This will end either amazingly, or horribly... it's the present and the path to that end, that makes this a pain." you mutter to yourself

It takes a few minutes to reach Riveria, she is standing near the flight deck railing when you find her, long jade hair catching Pacific wind and lowering sun. Her expression holds quiet resolve mixed with anticipation. You raise one hand before she can speak.

"If your answer is about to accept my terms," you say carefully, "we should announce this conversation from the start over the telepathy web. Otherwise there'll be dozens of arguments and interrogations for days."

Her violet eyes search yours. "You want them to hear everything."

"It's the reason I have so many of my now-famous announcements, transparency now prevents confusion and problems later."

She nods once. "Then let's begin properly."

You open the telepathy web to full broadcast. "Everyone, Riveria and I are having an important conversation. Please take the minute and listen from the start."

Riveria's mental voice joins the web, clear and formal. "I am Riveria Ljos Alf, high elf of the Ljos Alf royal family. My homeland suffers under patriarch corruption that has devolved into tyranny. Elven women experience catastrophically low birth rates - we believe the corrupt governance is causing this through negligence and exploitation. I approached Brad with a theory: that his enchantments might solve the fertility crisis if tested properly."

"I requested," she continues steadily, "multiple high-elf impregnation experimentation, enchantment testing on elven biology, and assistance saving my homeland from its current leadership. Brad's terms were explicit: no half-measures. I would accept willing enslavement until the full completion. The experimentation would involve and require multiple births to establish pattern data. The patriarchy would need removal - likely violently."

Silence holds across the web for three seconds.

"I accept his conditions," Riveria states. "Completely."

You step forward, producing the collar. "Your first order then. This collar will symbolize your chosen servitude." You slowly fasten it around her throat, the leather settling against pale skin. "The Anchoring Band keeps you healthy and comfortable." You lift her hands, moving the ring to her left ring finger. "As a young princess, you grew to hate your femininity as you were reduced to a royal prize, even now attempting to deepen your voice, You'll learn to accept and enjoy your gender, I'm limiting your clothing options to Lingerie or bikini only. Full clothing only for guests or going out."

Her breath catches but she doesn't flinch.

"Riveria Ljos Alf will be a prideful high-elf matriarch in front of her people," you continue, voice carrying across the web. "A willing slave under her human king-tyrant. And equal among her harem-sisters. Master-servant contract tomorrow."

Riveria's fingers touch the collar at her throat. "Understood, Master."

The telepathy web erupts with competing reactions - shock from some, approval from others, questions layering over each other.