Chapter 160: +18 Rei reacts, Bulma, Albedo’s Twelfth, Rins finish, Roxanne’s order

Rei lowers herself onto your face with mechanical precision, her red eyes watching you from above. Her pale skin is cool against your palms as you begin tracing along her waist, fingers mapping the territory of her body with deliberate slowness.

Rin synchronizes settling onto your cock simultaneously, her wetness enveloping you as she begins rolling her hips. The dual sensation - Rei's cool flesh under your hands, Rin's heat gripping your shaft - creates a contrast that keeps your attention split.

Your tongue makes first contact with Rei's pussy, sliding along her entrance gently. She doesn't gasp - doesn't react at all beyond a slight tightening of her thighs.

Your hands continue their exploration. Fingertips trace from her waist upward across her stomach, feeling the slight tremor beneath her skin that her face doesn't betray. You cup her breasts gently, squeezing with experimental pressure. Her breathing shifts - barely perceptible.

"Brad," she states.

You maintain your tongue's steady pace against her puffing lips while your fingers circle her nipples. Her stomach contracts slightly in a shiver. You trace upward to her neck, fingers brushing the sensitive skin below her jaw before sliding back down to her chest.

Rin's pace increases above your cock, her nails dragging along your ribs. "You're being so patient with her," she observes breathlessly.

You don't respond verbally. Instead you focus your tongue on Rei's clit, flicking while your hands return to her breasts, kneading firmly. Her thighs begin to tremble - the first genuine physical reaction.

"That is -" Rei pauses, her voice carrying a note you haven't heard before. Something between confusion and acknowledgment. "Unexpected."

Her hips shift forward instinctually, pressing against your mouth. Your tongue working steadily while your fingers pinch her nipples careful not to cause pain. Her breathing accelerates into something approaching actual panting.

"Brad, this sensation is -"

Her thighs clamp against your head. You push her over the edge licking her clit, rapid flicks combined with firm squeezes of her breasts. The orgasm hits her differently, no dramatic cry, but her entire body tenses rigidly, pussy pulsing against your mouth in steady contractions.

"Oh," she breathes. A single syllable carrying more emotion than you've heard from her so far.

You slow your tongue to gentle strokes, extending the sensation as her body gradually relaxes. Your hands ease their grip on her breasts, shifting to soft caresses across her ribs. She remains seated on your face longer than necessary, her breathing slowly returning to baseline.

"Thank you," she says quietly before lifting herself away. Her red eyes meet yours briefly - something new flickering behind them before the flat expression reasserts itself.

Rin dismounts from your cock and trades position with Mikasa, both flushed. Bulma approaches from the side, her blue ponytail swaying as she positions herself above your face with confident bearing.

"You better not be done yet, it's my turn," she announces, lowering herself.

Bulma settles her weight onto your face with the confidence of someone used to getting what she wants. Her blue ponytail sways as she adjusts her position, thighs bracketing your head.

"Took you long enough," she says, her voice carrying that familiar imperious edge.

You respond by dragging your tongue slowly from her entrance to her clit, pausing there. "Patience isn't your strong suit, is it?"

"I have plenty of patience for things worth waiting for." Her hips roll forward, pressing herself more firmly against your mouth. "This just isn't one of them."

Mikasa rides you with steady, powerful strokes above - her muscular thighs flexing as she drives herself down onto your cock repeatedly. The wet sounds of penetration mix with Bulma's breathing as your tongue circles her clit lazily.

Your hands slide up her sides, cupping her breasts and squeezing firmly. She gasps, her back arching.

"There - yes - harder with your tongue -"

You comply, flicking rapidly against her swollen clit while your fingertips brush across her nipples. Her thighs begin trembling almost immediately - she's been watching the rotation for nearly thirty minutes, arousal building with each woman who climbed onto your face before her.

"Oh fuck - that's - you're good at this -"

"You sound surprised," you murmur against her pussy before pressing your tongue flat against her clit and rubbing in slow circles.

"I'm not - ahh - surprised - I'm impressed - there's a difference -"

Mikasa's pace intensifies above you, her nails scoring lines down your chest. She's getting close again - you can feel her walls tightening around your shaft.

You focus your attention on Bulma, tongue working steadily while your fingers pinch her nipples. She's gasping openly now, her confident facade cracking as the sensation builds.

"Brad - I'm - don't you dare stop -"

You increase pressure, sucking her clit between your lips while flicking rapidly with your tongue. Your hands knead her breasts firmly, fingers rolling her nipples in tight circles.

"Ahhhh - fuck - yes - right there -"

Her thighs clamp around your head as the orgasm crashes through her. Her pussy pulses against your mouth, slick warmth flooding your chin. You maintain pressure, extending the sensation with slower licks as her body shudders.

"Oh god - oh - still going -"

You ease her down gradually, tongue transitioning to gentle broad strokes. Mikasa climaxes moments after on your cock, her body going rigid before leaning forward catching herself on your chest with a satisfied groan.

Bulma lifts herself off your face, breathing hard. "Okay. That was... adequate."

"Adequate?" Rin laughs from somewhere nearby.

"Fine. Better than adequate." Bulma's flushed cheeks betray her composure. "Significantly better."

Rin dismounts Mikasa as she recovers, trading positions again. Albedo steps forward from the bed's edge, her gold eyes gleaming with anticipation as she crawls above your face.

"My twelfth," she says, her voice low and hungry. "I've been watching your technique improve all afternoon."

Rin settles easily onto your cock, her wet pussy gripping you as she picks up her familiar rolling. You lean up, wrapping your arms around Albedo's thighs and pressing your lips to her pussy before guiding her down as you lower back to the bed.

She lowers herself with regal precision, her white wings spreading for balance as she settles her weight. "Twelve," she breathes, gold eyes gleaming down at you. "You've been saving something for me."

Your tongue slides between her folds immediately - she's already slick from watching, her arousal having built steadily through eleven previous sessions of patient observation. The taste of her is different from the others, richer somehow, carrying that faint otherworldly quality that marks her as something beyond human.

Rin rides you with increasing urgency, her walls tightening around your shaft as she approaches another climax. The double sensation - Albedo's pussy against your mouth, Rin's cunt squeezing your cock - creates a rhythm that threatens to overwhelm your concentration.

Your hands slide upward along Albedo's back, fingers finding the base of her wings where feathers meet skin. You stroke along the pinions gently, feeling her shudder above you. Her wings are impossibly soft, each feather individually perfect, and you trace them with deliberate care.

"Oh -" Albedo's composure fractures slightly. "That's - you haven't touched my wings during this before."

Your tongue works her clit in slow circles while your fingers continue petting through her feathers, moving from the joint outward along each wing's span. She trembles, her thighs clenching against your head.

Rin gasps above, her pace becoming erratic. "Brad - I'm close again -"

Your hands leave Albedo's wings and slide around to her front, cupping her breasts from below. You lift them, feeling the weight of perfection, and squeeze slowly - thumb and index fingers lightly trapping her aroused nipples.

Albedo moans openly, her hips grinding forward against your mouth. "Your technique has evolved considerably since session one," she manages, her strategic mind still cataloging even as pleasure builds. "The wing-stimulation was - unexpected -"

You suck her clit between your lips and flick rapidly while kneading her breasts firmly. Her wings flare wide, trembling.

Rin climaxes on your cock with a sharp cry, her pussy clenching rhythmically as she rides through it. She doesn't dismount, instead slowing her pace to match Albedo's building rhythm.

"You're learning what works for each of us," Albedo observes, her voice strained. "Adapting in real-time. That's - ah - that's why I chose you."

Your tongue presses flat against her clit, rubbing in firm circles while your fingers roll her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Her thighs begin shaking.

"Brad - I want - both - simultaneously - like you gave Kurumi -"

Your hands squeeze her breasts harder, pinching her nipples as your tongue works faster against her swollen clit.

"Yes - that - don't stop -"

Her wings snap rigid as the orgasm builds, feathers rustling with involuntary movement. Her pussy pulses against your mouth, slick wetness flooding your chin as she crests the edge.

"My lord -"

The words come out broken, reverent, as her body convulses above you.

You ease Albedo through the final waves of her orgasm with slow, broad strokes of your tongue, letting her body gradually descend from the peak. Her wings fold inward, trembling feathers settling against her back as she catches her breath above you.

"T-Twelve," she murmurs, lifting herself off your face. Her gold eyes carry that satisfied haze, her strategic mind temporarily quieted. "You discovered the wings. That will change the remaining sessions considerably."

She moves aside with deliberate grace, settling onto the bed beside Kurumi.

Rin begins to lift herself off your cock, her thighs slick with the evidence of multiple climaxes throughout the session. You grab her hips before she can dismount fully, hands firm on her waist.

"Where do you think you're going?" you say, pulling her back down onto your shaft in one smooth motion.

She gasps, her pussy clenching around you as you fill her completely. "Brad - I was going to -"

"Roxanne and Mikasa are the last pair," you tell her, driving your hips upward to meet her descent. "This is your last turn."

"Oh -" Her protest dissolves into a moan as you thrust upward again, bouncing her against your upward strokes. Her breasts swaying with each impact. "You could have - warned me -"

You grip her hips harder, setting a punishing pace. Your cock drives deep into her cunt with each upward thrust, the wet sound of penetration filling the bedroom. Rin's hands plant on your chest for leverage, her nails digging in as she attempts matching your rhythm instinctively.

"Fuck - harder - you're right though - I wasn't - ready to stop -"

You slam upward, burying yourself to the hilt inside her. Her walls squeeze around your shaft, tight and hot and soaking wet. She's been riding you on and off for nearly thirty minutes - her body knows exactly how to grip you.

"Brad - I'm - already close again -"

You bounce her faster, each upward thrust meeting her downward weight. Her small boobs bounce freely, nipples hard and flushed.

"Come then," you tell her.

She does - her back arching, pussy clenching in rhythmic spasms around your cock as the orgasm rips through her. You don't stop thrusting, driving through her contractions, extending her climax with continued penetration.

"Ah - ah - still - going -"

Her thighs shake violently as you fuck her through it, each thrust sending fresh waves through her oversensitive body. Finally she collapses forward onto your chest, panting against your neck as you hold her gently.

"Bastard," she breathes, but her hips are still grinding weakly against you. "That was - deliberate."

She lifts herself off your cock with trembling legs, crawling beside Albedo. Across the bed, you see Mikasa watching with hungry eyes - and beside her, Roxanne sits at the bed's edge, her maid uniform pristine but her amber eyes wide, her tail pressed flat against the mattress with visible effort.

Mikasa rises with predatory grace, positioning herself above your cock. "My turn," she states, sinking down onto your manhood. Her muscular thighs flex as she takes your full length.

Roxanne hasn't moved from the bed's edge. Her hands grip the sheets beside her thighs, knuckles pale.

You grip Mikasa's hip firmly, halting her descent. She freezes mid-stroke, your cock buried inside her, muscles trembling with restrained energy. Her black eyes flick to yours - questioning but obedient.

"Wait," you tell her.

Mikasa stills completely, thighs locked around your waist.

You turn your attention to Roxanne. She sits at the bed's edge, hands white-knuckled in the sheets, amber eyes wide. Her tail lies flat against the mattress - unnaturally still. The maid uniform is pristine, collar sitting high on her throat.

"Roxanne." Your voice carries the weight of command. "You don't have to participate if you don't want to. This isn't a requirement."

Her ears twitch - the floppy canine ears rotating toward you before settling. "Master..." She swallows. "This one... would be more comfortable if Master ordered her."

The admission costs her something. Her conditioning demands structure - being told what to do relieves the burden of choosing. You see it in the slight relaxation of her shoulders.

"Stand," you order. "Remove your uniform. Fold each piece properly. Stack them beside you."

Roxanne rises immediately, movements precise from trained service. Her fingers find the collar clasp first - the slave collar remains, silver against her throat. Then the apron strings, untied with practiced efficiency, folded into a perfect square placed on the mattress.

The black bodice follows. She unbuttons slowly, fingers trembling slightly as fabric parts to reveal pale skin beneath. Her breasts are full, nipples already hard - she's been aroused for longer than she'd willingly admit. The bodice joins the stack, creased perfectly.

The skirt slides down her hips. White stockings peeled away with care. Each garment handled with the reverence of someone trained to maintain possessions - even her own clothing belongs to her master in her mind.

Naked except for the collar and her Anchoring Band, she stands before the assembled women. Her body is stunning - slender waist, generous hips, the soft fur of her tail now hanging freely behind her, no longer pressed flat.

"Crawl to me," you command. "Kiss my lips until you want to feel your nipples in my mouth."

She drops to hands and knees without hesitation, crawling across the sheets with fluid grace. Her breasts sway beneath her as she approaches, amber eyes fixed on your face with something between devotion and hunger.

You tap Mikasa's hip lightly with your fingers before you release her, she resumes moving on your cock - slowly, as you indicated. Shallow strokes, barely perceptible, maintaining your arousal without demanding attention.

Roxanne reaches you and presses her lips to yours. The kiss is tentative at first - trained obedience rather than passion. You let her control the pace, keeping your hands still at your sides. Her mouth is warm, soft, tasting faintly of tea.

She kisses you again. Deeper. Her tongue brushes your lower lip experimentally. A small sound escapes her throat - somewhere between a whimper and a sigh.

The third kiss is different. Her hand finds your chest, fingers curling against your skin.

"Master," she breathes against your mouth. "This one... wants..."

"Tell me."

"Please - my nipples - I want to feel your mouth on them -"

You cup her breasts gently, guiding her forward a bit to lift one toward your lips. Your tongue makes first contact - a pressure-less lick across her peaked nipple. She gasps, body jerking.

You lick again, barely touching. Then again, slightly more pressure. Her breathing accelerates into panting. You trace circles around her areola with the tip of your tongue while your other hand cups her neglected breast.

"Master - more - please -"

You increase pressure gradually, sucking her nipple between your lips while dragging with your tongue.

"Please - I want - I need your mouth - lower - Master please -"

She's begging now, hips shifting restlessly, thighs pressing together. Mikasa watches with dark fascination, still riding you in slow measured strokes.