Chapter 186: Taking +18 turns. Erza, Hinata, Violet, Yoruichi, Tuka, Liza,

Erza's thighs clamp against your head as she finds her rhythm. She's not gentle - she grinds down onto your mouth, her muscular legs pressing your face into her pussy with pressure. Her scarlet hair cascades over her shoulders, her blue eyes blazing with that particular mix of challenge and hunger that defines her.

"Harder," she commands, her fingers gripping your hair and pulling your tongue exactly where she wants it. "I didn't come here to be handled like glass."

You indulge. Your tongue presses flat against her clit with force, dragging upward in firm strokes that make her gasp. Her hips roll against your mouth in grinding circles - not the delicate undulations of Robin or the frantic bucking of Roxanne, but powerful, controlled movements that demand equal intensity in return.

Below, Hinata takes your left hand and pulls it back up to her breast. Her fingers wrap around yours, pressing your palm against the soft weight of her breast, guiding your fingers across her stiffened nipple. "Here," she whispers, her lavender eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Stay here, Goshujin-sama. I want to feel your hands on me while I ride you."

Her hips maintain their slow, deep rhythm on your cock - each downward thrust taking you fully inside her, her pussy clenching around your shaft in waves that match her breathing. She's savoring every inch, every second, her internal muscles working you with precise control.

Erza grinds harder against your tongue, her breathing quickening. "It's hard to believe," she says between gasps, her voice carrying that analytical edge even as her body trembles with building pleasure. "That a contract - ah - allows becoming magically stronger just by having intimacy. In Earthland, power comes from bonds forged in battle. From trust built through life-and-death."

She pauses, her hips stuttering as you suck her clit between your lips. "And yet - mmh - here your contracted are. Getting stronger every time you have intimacy with them. Every time they feel this - this connection."

Your right hand reaches up blindly and finds her hip, gripping the firm muscle of her thigh as you work your tongue against her swollen clit with renewed intensity. She moans - a raw, unguarded sound that cracks her composed exterior.

"It shouldn't work that way," she breathes. "But it does. And I - I want it."

Her orgasm hits like a requip change - sudden, complete, overwhelming. Her thighs crush against your head, her pussy spasming against your tongue in powerful contractions, her scarlet hair whipping as her back arches. She cries out - not a quiet moan but a full-throated shout that echoes through the bedroom, her strength evident in the way her fingers yank your hair.

"Yes - there - don't stop -"

Her climax rolls through her in waves, each one stronger than the last, her muscular body trembling with the force of it. She doesn't dismount immediately - instead she rides out the aftershocks, grinding against your tongue in slow circles, her breathing ragged.

When she finally lifts herself, her blue eyes meet yours with something new in them - not just challenge, but genuine wonder. "That was... considerably stronger than I expected," she admits, settling onto the sheets beside Albedo and Robin. Her scarlet hair is disheveled, her muscular frame still trembling slightly.

Hinata watches Erza's powerful climax with quiet fascination, her hips never faltering in their slow rhythm on your cock. She squeezes your hand against her breast, her nipple hard against your palm. "She's beautiful when she lets go," the kunoichi murmurs softly.

Violet rises from the edge of the bed, her blonde hair catching candlelight, her regenerated hands steady as she positions herself above your face with precise, military grace. Her blue eyes meet yours with that particular mix of professionalism and vulnerability that defines her.

"I'm ready," she says simply, lowering herself.

You murmur against Violet's pussy, your lips brushing her folds as you speak. "Sorry for the wait. It's been a few days."

Violet's blue eyes look down at you from above, her blonde hair framing her face like a halo in the candlelight. Her regenerated fingers thread gently through your hair - the touch precise, measured, yet carrying unmistakable warmth. "I don't mind," she says softly, her voice carrying that particular mix of professionalism and vulnerability that defines her. "Anticipation has its own value."

Your right hand slides up from her hip, tracing along her stomach, across the soft skin below her ribs, until your palm cups her breast. She inhales sharply - a controlled breath, almost military in its precision, but her nipple hardens instantly against your palm. You squeeze gently, kneading the soft weight while your tongue presses flat against her clit.

She tastes different from the others - cleaner somehow, almost clinical in its sweetness, as if her body processes arousal with the same efficiency she brings to everything. Your tongue drags upward in a slow stroke and her thighs tremble against your head.

Below, Hinata's rhythm on your cock has been building steadily for nearly thirty minutes. Her hips roll in deep, grinding waves, her internal muscles squeezing your shaft. Your left hand still holding her breast - squeezing firmly as you feel her pace quicken.

"Goshujin-sama - I'm -" Her voice breaks into a soft, breathless moan. Her lavender eyes flutter shut, her back arching, her pussy clenching around your cock in desperate, rhythmic pulses. You squeeze her breast hard, pinching her nipple between your fingers, and thrust upward into her one final time.

You come together. Hinata cries out - a sound of pure, unfiltered satisfaction - as your cock pulses inside her, filling her with warmth. Her hips grind down, taking you as deep as possible, her whole body trembling with the force of her climax. She collapses forward onto your chest, her dark hair spilling across your skin, her breathing ragged.

"Thank you," she whispers against your collarbone, her fingers tracing the silver contract marks on your chest.

She lifts herself off your cock with trembling legs, settling beside you with a satisfied sigh. Her lavender eyes are half-lidded, her cheeks flushed.

Yoruichi materializes almost instantly - one moment she's at the edge of the bed, the next she's straddling your hips with that feline grace that defies physics. Her dark skin gleams with sweat, her purple hair cascading over her shoulders, her yellow eyes bright with playful hunger.

"My turn," she purrs, her pussy already wet as she slides down onto your cock. She takes you in one smooth motion, her internal muscles gripping your shaft with surprising strength. "Been watching long enough."

Your tongue continues working Violet's clit while Yoruichi begins riding you with a blend of playfulness and intensity - her hips rolling in fluid, cat-like movements that make her breasts bounce with each thrust. Your hands maintains their grip on Violet's breast, fingers circling her nipples.

Violet watches Yoruichi mount you with quiet fascination, her blue eyes tracking the dark-skinned woman's movements. "She moves like a predator," Violet observes breathlessly, her analytical nature surfacing even as pleasure builds in her core. "Efficient. Beautiful."

Yoruichi grins down at you. "Flattery gets you everywhere, blondie."

Your tongue presses harder against Violet's clit, sucking it between your lips, and her composure finally cracks. A soft, genuine moan escapes her - not the controlled sounds of before but something raw and unguarded. Her fingers tighten in your hair, her hips pressing down against your mouth.

"There," she whispers. "Right there."

Violet's orgasm arrives with the quiet precision that defines everything about her. Her thighs tremble against your head, her fingers tightening in your hair, and a soft, genuine sound escapes her lips - not loud, not performative, but unmistakably real. Her pussy clenches against your tongue in pulses, her hips grinding down in slow circles as she rides out the waves.

"Thank you," she whispers, lifting herself off your face with steady legs. Her blue eyes meet yours with a particular warmth she's developed. She settles beside Erza on the silk sheets, her blonde hair disheveled, her breathing evening out quickly.

Yoruichi doesn't slow down.

The dark-skinned woman rides your cock with feline intensity, her purple hair bouncing with each thrust, her yellow eyes grinning with pleasure. She's been going for several minutes now, her internal muscles gripping your shaft with surprising strength - the kind of control that comes from centuries of physical mastery compressed into a young body.

"You're still hard," she observes with a grin, rolling her hips in a slow circle that makes you groan. "Good. I was worried I'd have to share you before I finished." Her hands press flat against your chest, her dark skin gleaming with sweat.

You cup her swaying breasts with both hands and squeeze slowly, her nipples pinched between your knuckles.

"Oh. Fuck, that feels good." She shifts her angle, grinding her clit against your pelvis on the downstroke, and her grin widens.

Tuka rises from the edge of the bed. The blonde elf moves with careful grace, her pointed ears catching light, her athletic wear already discarded. She positions herself above your face with Riveria's mentoring in her posture - knees settling on either side of your head, her pussy hovering above your lips, her expression a mix of nervousness and determination.

"I've been watching," she says softly, her violet eyes meeting yours. "I think I want a turn."

She lowers herself. The taste of her is delicate - lighter than the others, almost floral - and her thighs tremble immediately as your tongue presses against her clit. A sharp gasp escapes her, her hands finding the headboard, her head tilting back in a gesture that mirrors Riveria's reactions as you move your hands to her breasts.

Yoruichi watches the elf settle onto your mouth and laughs breathlessly. "She's so sensitive. Look at her ears turn red."

Your tongue works Tuka's folds in slow, deliberate strokes while Yoruichi continues riding your cock. The elf's pleasure builds quickly - her inexperience making every sensation new, every stroke of your tongue sending visible shivers through her slender frame. Her whole body quivering.

"Ah - that's -" Tuka's voice breaks into a moan, her hips pressing down involuntarily against your mouth. "Riveria said it would feel good but I didn't -"

Yoruichi reaches over and squeezes Tuka's hand. "Just let it happen, kid. Don't fight it."

Your tongue circles Tuka's clit while your hands slide down to her hips, steadying her trembling thighs. She comes within three minutes - a sharp, surprised cry, her pussy spasming against your tongue, her whole body shaking. She doesn't dismount, instead adjusting her position with trembling legs, her ears still flushed.

"More," she whispers, echoing Roxanne's earlier plea. "Please."

Yoruichi's pace on your cock has quickened, her own orgasm building. Her yellow eyes are locked on Tuka's flushed face, clearly enjoying the elf's uninhibited reactions. "Close," she announces, her voice carrying that playful edge even as her breathing grows ragged.

Yoruichi slams her hips down one final time, her dark skin sheened with sweat, her purple hair plastered to her shoulders. Her yellow eyes go wide, her mouth opening in a silent cry that breaks into a ragged moan as her orgasm crashes through her. Her pussy clenches around your cock in powerful pulses - the kind of muscular control that comes from combat training repurposed for pleasure. Her nails dig into your chest, leaving crescent marks in your skin.

"Fuck - yes -" she gasps, her hips grinding in tight circles as she rides out the waves. Her thighs tremble against your sides, her back arching, her breasts bouncing with each involuntary spasm. She doesn't dismount immediately - instead she rolls her hips in slow, satisfied circles, milking your cock with deliberate intent.

"Good boy," she purrs, her yellow eyes finding yours with that feline grin. "Keeping up nicely."

She lifts herself off your cock with a wet sound, her legs steady despite the trembling, and settles onto the sheets beside Hinata with a satisfied stretch. Her dark skin gleams in the candlelight as she watches Tuka above you.

The elf has been building toward her second orgasm for several minutes now, her slender thighs trembling against your head, her hands gripping the headboard with white knuckles. Your tongue works her clit in slow, deliberate circles, her hips steady as she bucks involuntarily against your mouth.

"I'm - it's happening again -" Tuka's pointed ears flush crimson, her blonde hair swaying as her head tilts back.

You suck her clit between your lips and press two fingers against her entrance, not penetrating, just applying pressure. She shatters. A sharp cry tears from her throat, her pussy spasming against your tongue, her whole body shaking. Her thighs clamp around your head and her hands release the headboard, fingers tangling in your hair instead.

"Oh - oh - that was -" She can't finish the sentence. Her ears remain flushed, her breathing ragged, her violet eyes glazed with pleasure. She lifts herself off your face with trembling legs and collapses beside Riveria, who wraps an arm around the younger elf's shoulders with quiet pride.

"You did well," Riveria murmurs, her jade eyes warm.

Liza rises from the edge of the bed. The lizardkin girl moves carefully, her scaled forearms catching light, her reptilian tail swaying in slow, involuntary beats behind her. She positions herself above your face with the same measured precision she brings to everything - knees settling on either side of your head, her pussy hovering above your lips, her stoic expression betrayed entirely by the rapid wagging of her tail.

She doesn't speak. She simply lowers herself, her scaled hands finding the headboard, her tail beating faster as your tongue makes first contact with her folds. The taste of her is different - warmer, slightly musky, with an undertone that's distinctly non-human. Her thighs tense immediately, her stoic face contorting with barely-suppressed pleasure.

A soft, involuntary sound escapes her - somewhere between a hiss and a moan - and her tail goes rigid before resuming its rapid wagging. Her scaled fingers grip the headboard harder, her hips pressing down against your mouth with more force than she probably intends.

From the periphery of the bed, Kurumu watches with growing intensity. The blue-haired succubus has been observing every turn, every technique, every reaction - and her heart is pounding so hard she's certain everyone in the room can hear it. Her turn is approaching. She can feel it like gravity.

Liza's stoic face cracks further with each stroke of your tongue. Her scaled forearms grip the headboard with white-knuckle intensity, her reptilian tail beating against your chest and stomach in rapid, involuntary pulses that broadcast her pleasure far more honestly than her controlled expression ever could.

Your tongue drags flat across her clit and a low, guttural sound escapes her throat - somewhere between a hiss and a moan, distinctly non-human in its resonance. Her hips press down against your mouth with more force than she probably intends, her scaled thighs trembling on either side of your head.

"Again," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. Her tail goes rigid, then resumes its frantic wagging.

You oblige, pressing two fingers against her entrance while your tongue circles her clit in tight, focused strokes. Her whole body shudders. The scales on her forearms catch candlelight as her grip tightens on the headboard, and a second, louder moan tears from her lips - her stoic facade crumbling entirely.

Her orgasm arrives with a full-body convulsion. Her pussy spasms against your tongue in powerful, rhythmic pulses, her thighs clamping around your head, her tail going completely rigid before lashing in rapid beats against the sheets. A sharp cry escapes her - raw, unguarded, nothing like the measured sounds she usually makes.

She doesn't dismount. Instead she adjusts her position, grinding down against your mouth, her tail resuming its slow, satisfied wagging. "More," she breathes, echoing the others before her.

You give her a second orgasm within three minutes - this one harder than the first, her scaled hands releasing the headboard to grip your hair instead, her hips bucking uncontrollably against your tongue. When she finally lifts herself off your face, her legs are trembling visibly, her stoic expression completely shattered into something soft and wondering.

She settles beside Tuka, her tail still wagging in slow beats against the silk.

Emilia rises next. The half-elf moves with careful grace, her silver-lavender hair flowing past her shoulders, her violet eyes determined with a mix of nervousness. She positions herself above your face, her knees settling on either side of your head, her pussy - pale, delicate, glistening - hovering above your lips.

"Everyone seems to... enjoy this very much." she says softly, her voice carrying the formal cadence of her elven heritage.

"I'd hope so. The intention is to feel good." you reply lightly.

She lowers herself. The taste of her is cool and sweet - distinctly lighter than any of the others. Your tongue presses against her clit and she gasps immediately, her whole body tensing, her fingers finding the headboard with trembling grip.

"Oh - that's -" Her voice breaks into a soft moan, her silver-lavender hair falling across her face. She's incredibly sensitive - more so than anyone else tonight, every stroke of your tongue sending visible shivers through her slender frame.

From the edge of the bed, Kurumu watches Emilia's reactions with her heart hammering against her ribs. The blue-haired succubus has been waiting for her turn for over an hour now, and every minute has made her more certain of what she wants to do.

Her hands are shaking. She doesn't notice.

Emilia comes within two minutes - a sharp, surprised cry, her pussy clenching against your tongue, her thighs trembling violently. She lifts herself with trembling legs and collapses opposite of Riveria, her violet eyes glazed.

Kurumu rises from the edge of the bed. Her blue hair cascades over her shoulders, her full breasts rising and falling with each rapid breath. She stops inches above your face - hovering above you.

She cups your face in both hands, and kisses you. Her lips press against yours - soft, warm, trembling slightly - and she whispers against your mouth: "I love you."

The room goes quiet.