Chapter 117: Hinata’s fifth. Breaking Riveria. Musashi’s reactions, Violet’s education. +18

Hinata moves forward with precise grace, her lavender eyes meeting yours as she positions herself above your face. Her miniskirt maid outfit is laying neatly by the bedside, leaving only smooth pale skin. You feel her thighs settle on either side of your head, warm and trembling slightly.

Your free hand reaches up to cup her modest breast, squeezing gently. "Riveria," you say, voice muffled between Hinata's legs. "Rub your nipples against hers."

Riveria shifts position, jade hair falling forward as she leans over you. Her violet eyes show uncertainty mixed with arousal as she brings her bare chest close to Hinata's. You roll Hinata's nipple between your fingers, revealing it clearly between ring and middle fingers.

"Like this?" Riveria asks softly, pressing her modest breast against Hinata's, their nipples touching. Your fingers petting between her thighs.

"Yes, keep them there." you murmur, then press your tongue flat against Hinata's virgin sex.

Hinata gasps sharply, hands bracing on the mattress beside Rin's knees. "Goshujin-sama," she breathes, her usual composed tone cracking immediately.

Rin, riding slow on your shaft, aqua eyes watching the scene in front of her with interest. "He does that thing where he starts gentle," she observes to no one in particular. "Then escalates when you're not expecting it."

You circle Hinata's clitoris with your tongue, tasting her wetness while maintaining pressure on her breast. Riveria continues the slow grinding contact, their nipples rubbing together with each breath. The high elf's breathing quickens again as unexpected stimulation compounds with your continued cupping of her sex.

"This is strange," Riveria whispers, violet eyes locked on Hinata's flushed face. "Not unpleasant, just..."

"Overwhelming," Hinata finishes, thighs trembling against your ears. "Goshujin-sama ordered me six times before penetration. This is five of six."

You increase speed and pressure, feeling Hinata's body tensing above you. Your fingers squeeze her nipple more firmly, drawing a sharp cry. Riveria maintains the nipple-to-nipple contact, her own arousal building from watching Hinata's mounting pleasure combined with your palm.

Kurumi watches from nearby, heterochromatic eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Master's coordination is impressive," she purrs. "Three partners simultaneously."

Musashi shifts uncomfortably beside Robin, red lingerie stark against her skin. "Does he do that with everyone?"

"The oral, so far." Nami answers from where she sits recovering, orange hair disheveled. "As for the extended teasing, climaxes and orders he's giving Riveria, that I'm sure is something special, likely to do with her new collar."

Hinata's breathing becomes ragged gasps as you work her clitoris in tight circles. Her hands grip the mattress harder, lavender eyes squeezing shut. "Goshujin-sama, I'm- please-"

You press your tongue firmly against Hinata's clit, focusing on where drew her loudest gasps during previous sessions. Her lavender eyes squeeze shut as she braces harder against the mattress, thighs trembling against your ears. Your palm continues cupping Riveria's bare sex, feeling the wetness coating your fingers. Rin maintains her steady riding, her inner walls tight around your shaft.

"Goshujin-sama," Hinata gasps, voice cracking. "I'm close, please don't-"

You increase pressure and speed, tongue working her clitoris relentlessly. Your fingers flex gently against Riveria's folds, drawing a sharp inhale from the high elf. Rin's pace quickens slightly above you, aqua eyes watching Hinata's mounting pleasure with interest.

Hinata's climax hits suddenly, her body going rigid as she cries out. You continue licking through her peak, prolonging the waves until she collapses forward with shaking limbs, holding onto Riveria for support. After several gasping breaths, she crawls aside to recover beside Nami.

"Five of six," Kurumi observes from nearby, heterochromatic eyes gleaming. "Master's games are very methodical."

You glance toward the observation area where Robin, Violet and Musashi sit watching. Robin's bemused expression shows she's comfortable observing; Violet catalogs positions analytically; Musashi shifts uncomfortably in her red lingerie, clearly not ready to participate yet.

"Riveria," you say, voice steady despite Rin's continued riding. "Your turn."

The high elf moves forward with visible hesitation, jade hair falling around flushed features. Her jade eyes show uncertainty mixed with arousal as she positions herself above your face. You feel her bare thighs settle on either side of your head, smooth and trembling.

Your hands reach up, smoothly tracing up both sides - left hand cupping her modest breast, right hand gripping the black leather collar circling her throat. Riveria gasps sharply at the dual contact, the collar pull reminding her explicitly of her enslaved status.

"Master," she breathes, voice barely audible.

You press your tongue slowly against her virgin sex, starting with long deliberate strokes. Her taste is mint clean and very sweet, wetness coating your lips immediately. Your fingers tighten on her collar, pulling down gently to increase the pressure.

"Ah!" Riveria's cry echoes through the room, jade features flushing deeper. "That's- Master, I can't-"

You maintain the slow pace deliberately, each stroke of your tongue clearly visible to the watching group. Rin continues her riding above you, pace increasing as she builds toward another climax. Your palm squeezes Riveria's breast, stroking over her nipple.

"He's making her react on purpose," Albedo observes, black wings folded. "The collar grip reminds her she's enslaved while he services her. Psychological dominance through intimate care."

Riveria's thighs tremble harder against your ears as you increase tongue pressure slightly. Her breathing becomes ragged gasps, analytical distance completely shattered by sustained stimulation.

Your tongue traces another slow circle around Riveria's clit, feeling her thighs tremble. Your right hand tightens on the black leather collar encircling her throat, pulling down just enough to remind her explicitly of her enslaved status. Your left palm cups her breast, thumb stroking over her hardened nipple with deliberate rhythm.

"Master," Riveria gasps, jade hair falling forward to frame flushed features. "This is- I can't maintain-"

You increase pressure slightly without accelerating pace, keeping each stroke maddeningly slow. Her wetness coats your lips and chin, sweet mint taste flooding your mouth.

"He's breaking through her emotional distance," Albedo observes from nearby, black wings folded. "The extended teasing, intimate service combined with collar pulling creates psychological conflict she can't analyze or ignore."

Riveria's breathing becomes ragged gasps, violet eyes squeezing shut. "Master, please- faster- I need-"

You maintain the exact same pace, circling and stroking without mercy. Your fingers flex on her nipple, drawing a sharp cry that echoes through the room. The high elf's composure shatters visibly, collapsing under sustained stimulation.

"Fuck," Riveria sobs, thighs shaking violently. "Master, I'm- this isn't- I can't-"

Kurumi watches with heterochromatic eyes gleaming. "She's being forced to reveal vulnerability the night she accepted rather, announced her enslavement. The collar reminds her she has no choice while he services her pleasure. Master is preventing her from making an logic barrier, wise. This way she will be forced to accept or reject her enslavement emotionally."

You press tongue flat against her clitoris, maintaining slow deliberate pressure. Riveria's hands brace on the mattress beside her knees, knuckles white. Her hips begin grinding down unconsciously, seeking more contact despite mental resistance.

"Please," Riveria whispers, voice cracking. "Master, I need- I can't hold-"

Rin's pace quickens slightly above you, aqua eyes watching Riveria's mounting desperation with interest. "He did this to me when I was still virgin. The slow pace is more intense than aggressive service."

You continue the slow easily predictable motions, feeling Riveria's body tensing toward climax she can't prevent. Your palm squeezes her breast more firmly, rolling her nipple between fingers. The collar tight in your hand, reminding her of ownership while you service her.

"Master!" Riveria cries out, composure completely obliterated. "I'm going to- please don't stop- I can't-"

Musashi shifts uncomfortably beside Robin, red lingerie stark against her skin. "How does he maintain such precise control of the women?"

"Plenty of daily experience," Nami answers. "And cooperation of the woman, if any of us didn't want this, it would be very different."

Your tongue circles Riveria's folds with the same maddening deliberate pace, feeling her thighs shake violently against your ears. Your right hand tightens on the black leather collar, pulling down firmly to remind her of ownership while you kiss and suck to her pleasure. Your left palm squeezes her breast, thumb stroking her hardened nipple.

"Master, I can't-please-I need-" Riveria's voice cracks completely, all analytical distance obliterated.

You maintain exact rhythm without mercy, circling and stroking while her wetness coats your face. Rin's pace above you quickens slightly, her pussy gripping tighter as she builds toward another peak.

"Fuck!" Riveria sobs, hips grinding down desperately. "Master, I'm going to-oh gods-"

Her climax hits hard, thighs clamping tight around your head as she cries out. You continue licking through her peak, prolonging waves until she collapses forward gasping. Your grip on her collar releases slowly.

You kiss her sensitive flesh gently, feeling aftershocks tremble through her body. Your hands cup both breasts now, stroking and kneading while she recovers. Each touch draws soft whimpers.

"Master," Riveria whispers after long moments, voice barely audible. "May I... rest?"

"Yes," you murmur against her thigh. "Go recover."

"Who's next?" you ask, voice steady despite Rin's continued riding.

Robin exchanges glances with Violet and Musashi. Musashi meets your eyes directly. She stands, steps forward, and kneels beside you. Her hands rest on your shoulders as she leans in.

"I will go next, Master," she says. Her voice carries steady confidence edged with vulnerability. She guides your hand to the clasp of her lingerie top and holds your gaze without flinching.

Rin's pace slows deliberately, aqua eyes watching with approval. "Your call. I can maintain this pace indefinitely."

Kurumi smiles from where she recovered. Hinata watches quietly from beside Riveria, lavender eyes attentive. Albedo shifts nearby with black wings folded. Bulma watches with interest from the side, blue ponytail slightly mussed.

Musashi's fingers trace up your chest as she positions herself, ready to receive your attention.

Your fingers work the clasp of Musashi's red lingerie top, feeling the small metal hooks release under gentle pressure. The fabric loosens immediately, and you guide it slowly away from her chest. Her breasts reveal themselves gradually - modest, firm, with dusky pink nipples already hardened from anticipation. Musashi holds perfectly still, her breathing quick and shallow.

You lean forward and press your lips against her inner thigh, kissing the smooth skin slowly. Her muscles tense under your mouth, warrior's body responding instinctively to unexpected touch. You kiss again, slightly higher, feeling warmth radiating from her center.

"Brad-san," Musashi whispers, voice tight. Her hands rest on your shoulders, grip firm but trembling.

You continue upward with deliberate slowness, placing kisses along her thigh toward her sex. Rin maintains her riding above you, aqua eyes watching Musashi's reactions with approval. Your shaft remains buried inside Rin's tight heat, her inner walls gripping rhythmically.

"He starts slow," Rin teasingly repeats. "Then builds intensity once he knows what makes you respond."

Your tongue traces along Musashi's outer folds, tasting her arousal immediately. She gasps sharply, thighs trembling against your face. You press flat against her clit, licking with long deliberate strokes.

"Ah!" Musashi's cry echoes through the room, her grip tightening on your shoulders. "That's- I didn't expect-"

Kurumi watches from nearby with heterochromatic eyes gleaming. "Master's focus is impressive. several partners and he still learns her individually."

You circle Musashi's clit slowly, feeling her hips begin rocking unconsciously toward your mouth. Her wetness coats your lips, taste clean and slightly salty. Rin's pace above you quickens as she builds toward another climax.

"He's making her react," Albedo observes, black wings folded. "Her warrior persona will struggle against intimate vulnerability. How long will she last?"

Musashi's breathing becomes ragged gasps, her hands bracing harder against your shoulders. "Brad-san, I can't- this is overwhelming-"

You maintain the slow deliberate pace, circling and stroking without mercy. Her thighs shake violently against your ears, analytical distance impossible under sustained stimulation. The group watches attentively - Nami and Hinata recovered beside Riveria, Robin and Violet observing from their position, Kurumi satisfied from her earlier climaxes.

"Master," Musashi gasps, voice cracking. "Please- I need- faster-"

You ignore her plea completely, keeping exact rhythm while your tongue prods her clit. Her hips grind down seeking more contact.

Your tongue circles Musashi's clit, feeling her wetness coating your lips. Her thighs tremble violently around your head, warrior discipline shattering under your slow pleasure. Your fingers roll her nipples between thumb and forefinger, pinching gently.

"Brad-san," Musashi gasps, voice cracking. "I can't- please- I'm going to-"

You maintain exact pace without mercy, licking and sucking while her hips grind down desperately. Rin continues riding your erection, aqua eyes watching Musashi's mounting desperation with approval. Your cock remains buried in tight heat, her inner walls gripping rhythmically.

"He won't speed up," Rin observes. "The slow build creates stronger climax."

Musashi's breathing becomes ragged gasps, hands bracing harder against your shoulders. "Brad-san, I need- faster- please-"

You press tongue flat against her clit, maintaining slow deliberate strokes. Your palms cup both breasts now, squeezing and kneading while she shudders. Her body tenses toward climax she can't trigger or delay.

"Fuck!" Musashi cries out, composure obliterated. "Brad-san, I'm- oh gods-"

Her climax hits hard, thighs clamping tight around your head as she screams. You continue licking through her peak, prolonging waves until she collapses forward gasping. After several shaking breaths, you kiss her sensitive flesh gently while cupping her breasts.

Musashi remains still for long moments, processing intensity. Your hands stroke her sides supportively, giving her space to choose. She finally crawls aside shakily to collapse beside Nami and Riveria, face flushed and eyes unfocused.

Kurumi watches with heterochromatic eyes gleaming. "Master's performance remains impressive."

You glance toward the observing pair. Robin sits cross-legged in black bra and panties, bemused expression thoughtful. Violet remains beside her in similar white undergarments, blonde hair neat.

"Robin?" you ask, Rin continues slow riding. "Violet?"

Violet meets your eyes directly. She stands smoothly and removes her panties, stepping forward out of them before kneeling beside you. Her hands rest lightly on your shoulders as she moves into place.

"I will go next," Violet says, voice calm yet determined. She guides your hand to the clasp of her bra and holds your gaze between her thighs.

Your fingers unclasp Violet's white bra completely, letting it fall away to reveal her small breasts with pale pink nipples. She kneels perfectly still, blonde hair neat despite her state of undress, blue eyes meeting yours with quiet focus.

You turn your head and kiss her inner thigh slowly, feeling the smooth warmth of her skin. Her muscles remain relaxed under your touch, arms resting lightly above your head, fingers flexing slightly.

"Brad," Violet says softly. Her voice carries no urgency, just attentive observation.

You continue upward with deliberate slowness, placing kisses along her thigh toward her center. Rin maintains steady riding behind her, aqua eyes watching with approval while your cock remains buried inside her. Your tongue traces Violet's outer folds, tasting her arousal immediately.

Violet inhales sharply, thighs trembling just slightly against your face. "That sensation is... unexpected," she murmurs.

You press flat against her clit, licking with long gentle strokes. Her hips shift forward unconsciously, seeking more contact. You feel her wetness increasing rapidly, coating your lips with sweet clean taste.

"He adjusts to responses," Kurumi observes from nearby, heterochromatic eyes gleaming. "Watch how he changes."

You circle Violet's clit slowly, feeling her body beginning to relax into the pleasure. Her breathing deepens gradually. Your hands cup her modest breasts, fingers stroking over her nipples with gentle pressure.

"Brad," Violet breathes, voice carrying genuine wonder. "This feels... significant."

Rin's pace quickens slightly above you as she builds toward another climax. "That sounds like an emotional connection through physical intimacy," she explains. "That's his gift."

You maintain careful pace, circling and stroking while Violet's thighs begin trembling harder. Her fingers tighten on the sheets, regenerated hands gripping with growing intensity. You increase pressure just slightly, feeling her body tensing.

"I am experiencing... strong physiological responses," Violet says, analytical observation cracking under mounting pleasure. "Heightened sensitivity, accelerated heart rate, involuntary muscle contractions-"

"You're getting close," Albedo interrupts, black wings folded. "You don't need to catalog it, simply feel it."

You press tongue firmly against Violet's clit, maintaining gentle but relentless stimulation. Her hips grind down seeking more contact, composure dissolving as arousal overwhelms analysis.

"Brad," Violet gasps, voice losing its measured quality. "I- this is- please-"

You continue the exact same pace, feeling her body coiling toward climax. Your palms squeeze her breasts more firmly, rolling her nipples between fingers. Violet's breathing becomes ragged gasps, blonde hair falling forward to frame flushed features.

"Ah!" Violet cries out as her climax hits, thighs clamping tight around your head. You continue licking through her peak, prolonging waves until she collapses forward trembling.