Chapter 196: Priestess First +18 turn. Correcting Erza’s misunderstanding.

You grip Priestess's thighs tighter, pulling her pussy flush against your mouth. Your tongue presses flat against her clit, then curls upward in a slow, deliberate stroke that parts her folds. She's dripping wet, her arousal coating your chin, her inner thighs trembling against your ears. You find the rhythm she responds to: slow circles around her swollen nub, then dipping lower to tongue her entrance before dragging back up.

Priestess's hands white-knuckle the headboard. "Ah-ah, that's- I've never-" Her voice breaks into a high, breathless whine. Her hips jerk involuntarily, grinding her cunt harder against your mouth. You seal your lips around her clit and suck gently while sliding your tongue across it, and she nearly screams.

"Breathe," Asia reminds her from below, her own voice strained with pleasure as she rides your cock in steady rolling motions. Her tight walls clench around your shaft with each downward grind, her small breasts bouncing with the movement. "Just let it happen. He's very good at this."

You work Priestess with patience. Two fingers slide inside her dripping pussy, curling upward against the spongy ridge of her front wall while your tongue maintains its relentless attention on her clit. She's impossibly tight around your fingers, her virgin channel gripping them like a vice. You pump slowly, matching Asia's hips below.

Priestess's thighs clamp around your head. Her entire body goes rigid, her back arching, her golden hair cascading down as she throws her head back. "I'm- something's- it feels like- oh gods, oh gods, OH-"

Her orgasm hits like a breaking dam. Her pussy floods your fingers and mouth with slick warmth, her walls spasming in rhythmic contractions around your knuckles. She cries out a raw, uncontrolled sound that echoes through the bedroom, her hips grinding against your face as wave after wave crashes through her. You keep your tongue working through it, gentler now, drawing out every last shudder until she collapses forward against the headboard, gasping.

Asia watches Priestess's face with warm satisfaction, her own hips never stopping their measured pace. "See?" she says softly. "That's what it's supposed to feel like."

Priestess slides off your face, her legs barely functional, collapsing onto the pillows beside you. Her blue eyes are glazed, tears streaming down flushed cheeks, not from pain but from sheer overwhelming sensation. "That was... I didn't know..." She can't finish the sentence.

Asia leans forward, pressing her palms against your chest, and increases her pace. Her emerald eyes lock onto yours with familiar devotion as she bounces harder, taking you deeper with each stroke. "My turn to finish, Master," she whispers, her inner walls tightening deliberately.

You knead one of Priestess's breasts, while cupping one of Asia's, squeezing both gently to Asia's pace.

Around the room, the other women have settled into their various positions. Hinata kneels nearby in her miniskirt maid uniform, watching with lavender eyes dark with arousal, waiting for her mounting turn. Mikasa sits against the wall with her arms crossed, her dark eyes tracking every movement with predatory patience. Erza has moved closer to the bed's edge, her scarlet hair loose, her half-plate removed, watching Asia's rythm with interest.

Esdeath sits cross-legged on a cushion against the far wall, her ice-blue eyes following the dynamic with the same clinical focus she brought to Code Geass earlier. Her lips are slightly parted. Akame sits beside her, Murasame across her lap, her red eyes noting the voluntary nature of every touch and sound.

Tatsumaki watches from the corner, her green hair falling forward, her expression intentionally unreadable, but her thighs are pressed tightly together.

Yugito has moved from Yoruichi's side to sit closer to the bed, her golden feline eyes tracking the energy flow with visible hunger. You can sense Matatabi's influence pulse through her mind like a second heartbeat.

Asia's rhythm quickens. Her small breasts bounce with each thrust, her mouth falling open, her emerald eyes rolling back slightly. "Master- Master, I'm going to!" She slams her hips down one final time, her pussy clenching around your cock in tight spasms as she comes, her whole body shuddering, a soft moan escaping her lips.

She collapses forward onto your chest, panting, her blonde hair spilling across your skin. Priestess reaches over weakly and strokes Asia's hair, both blondes trembling together against you.

Hinata rises from her kneeling position, her fingers finding the clasps of her maid uniform. "My turn, Goshujin-sama." The miniskirt slides down her thighs, followed by the top peeling away from her pale skin. She stands naked before you, her dark hair cascading over bare shoulders, lavender eyes meeting yours with quiet hunger.

Asia lifts herself off your cock with a wet sound, her pussy dripping with arousal, and crawls to the pillows beside Priestess. You pet her blonde head absently as she settles.

Hinata straddles you in one fluid motion, her wet cunt sliding down your shaft and taking you to the hilt. She gasps sharply, her inner walls tightly clenching around your shaft. "Goshujin-sama," she breathes, beginning to ride you with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips.

Your hands find her thighs first, squeezing the firm muscle beneath soft skin, then trailing upward along her sides to cup her breasts. You knead them gently, thumbs circling her stiff nipples, and she arches into your touch with a soft moan.

Erza moves toward your head. The scarlet-haired knight, standing in nothing but a simple white shift that she pulls over her head as she approaches. Her muscular frame is on full display, round breasts, defined abs, powerful thighs. She kneels beside your pillow, her face flushed.

"Brad," she says, her voice strained as she positions herself above your face. "I need to speak with you about... about the contract. And Lisanna."

Her pussy descends toward your mouth, golden-red hair glistening with moisture. You seal your lips around her clit immediately, and she shudders violently, her thighs clamping against your ears. Your hands move from Hinata's breasts to Erza's cupping and gently squeezing with her nipples between the knuckles.

"I want the master-servant contract," she manages, her voice breaking as your tongue works her folds. "But I'm not sure how to word it. I want you to resurrect Lisanna. And I don't want you to offer the deal to Mirajane."

You use the Telepathy Web, projecting your thoughts clearly while your mouth continues its slow, deliberate work on her cunt. "Erza. You're hesitating over a large misunderstanding."

She gasps, her hips jerking. Hinata slows her riding to match the conversation's pace, grinding in lazy circles.

May I make this open? Everyone should hear this.

Erza nods shakily. You expand the Web to include everyone present plus those outside.

"Erza, you have a misunderstanding that needs correcting. Riveria's deal was beyond massive. If she can't find willing volunteers for experimentation to save her people, she'll either need to restrain women forcefully or our new option, Dominate their minds to forcefully impregnate them for proof of concept. That burden falls on her. I made her accept the dog collar and slavery to emphasize that she's just like the women she's trying to save."

Riveria's jade eyes widen in the galley where she sits beside as shocked Hancock. Her hand tightens on the elf's bare knee.

"Nova's deal will likely require mind-controlling any sisters who don't immediately agree. Likely because the communication windows will be tight. If they still refuse after hearing her eplanation, it becomes Nova's choice when to force them sexually or release them, likely to their deaths. Neither deal is about the master-servant contracts themselves. That's your biggest misunderstanding."

Erza's breathing comes ragged above you, your tongue still working her clit in slow circles. Her hands holding yours into her breasts.

"More directly - we already set up legal terms for resurrection's like Lisanna. Half the expected lifespan as a mind-controlled subject, paid for by Mirajane with enchantments as convenience if she accepts. That needs to be Mirajane's choice. The contracted girls already understand I give preferential treatment and grant most requests if they don't conflict with things I've already agreed on or create large problems."

You pause your tongue momentarily. "The real questions: Is Lisanna your responsibility? Are you willing to pay the price of being a mind-controlled subject for half her lifespan? Is it your place, or Mirajane's? Don't mix the Master Contract with Lisanna unnecessarily."

Erza trembles above you, tears streaming down her cheeks, not from the pleasure of your mouth but from the weight of understanding settling over her. "I... I was trying to take responsibility that isn't mine," she answers aloud. "Mirajane would give anything. It should be her choice."

Hinata rides you harder, her walls clenching. Around the room, silence holds as everyone processes Brad's words.

You curl your tongue against Erza's clit in slow, deliberate strokes, drawing out her pleasure while your hands knead her breasts with steady pressure, thumbs rolling across her stiff nipples. She trembles above you, her powerful thighs quaking, her scarlet hair cascading down her back as her head drops forward.

"Brad- I can't- it's building again-"

You seal your lips around her swollen nub and suck gently, then harder, alternating pressure while two fingers pump slowly inside her dripping cunt. Her walls clench around your knuckles in rhythmic spasms, tightening with each stroke. You extend it deliberately, easing back whenever her breathing sharpens too quickly, then pressing forward again when her hips grind down seeking more.

Erza's orgasm builds like a wave held at the crest. Her fingers dig into your scalp, her muscular body taut as a bowstring. When you finally let her crest, pressing your tongue flat and dragging upward in one long stroke while curling your fingers against her front wall, she shatters.

"Oh- gods- BRAD-"

Her pussy floods your mouth with slick warmth, her thighs clamping around your head as her entire body convulses. You work her through it, gentler now, drawing out every spasm until she collapses sideways off your face, gasping, tears streaming freely down flushed cheeks.

You ease her down onto the pillows beside Priestess, who immediately reaches over to stroke Erza's scarlet hair with trembling fingers.

"Erza." Your voice through the Telepathy Web is calm, clear. "If you want the contract, it's your choice. If you're determined to pay the price for Lisanna's resurrection, that's also your choice. I simply don't want you misunderstanding that the deals and requests already made aren't tied to the contracts themselves."

Erza nods weakly, her blue eyes finding yours through tear-blurred vision. "I understand now," she whispers. "Thank you."

Hinata's hips have been grinding in slow circles throughout the conversation, her walls clenching around your shaft with each roll. The combination of her tight pussy and the emotional weight of the broadcast has pushed you to your edge. You grab her hip with one hand, her breast with the other, and thrust upward twice hard and deep.

Hinata cries out sharply, her back arching as the sudden intensity pushes her over. Her pussy clamps down around your cock in tight spasms, her lavender eyes close in pleasure. You squeeze her breast firmly and come inside her, your cock pulsing deep as you empty yourself into her clenching walls.

Your hand slides slowly up from her hip, across her ribs, over the curve of her other breast where you give a single squeeze, then continues upward to her face. Your palm cups her cheek, your thumb tracing across her parted lips.

Hinata takes your thumb into her mouth immediately, kissing it, nibbling gently with her teeth, then sucking softly as she comes down from her climax. Her hand holds your other palm pressed firmly against her breast, keeping you anchored to her body. "Goshujin-sama," she breathes around your thumb, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

She lifts herself off your cock with a wet sound, cum dripping from her pussy, and crawls aside. Mikasa rises from her position against the wall, her dark eyes burning with predatory patience as she moves to take Hinata's place.

But first, Sinon positions herself above your face. The blue-haired sniper has stripped completely, her athletic body lean and defined, small breasts with pale pink nipples already hard. She lowers herself onto your mouth, her pussy wet and waiting, and simultaneously grabs both your hands, pulling them up to cup her breasts.

"Hold these," she murmurs, her voice strained with arousal. "I want to feel you touching me the whole time."

Her lower lips press against yours, her folds parting against your tongue as she settles her weight. She kisses you with her cunt, grinding slowly, her hands keeping yours firmly pressed against her breasts where your fingers knead the soft flesh.

Mikasa straddles your hips, her muscular thighs flexing as she sinks down onto your still-hard cock in one smooth motion. Her inner walls grip you like a vice, hot and impossibly tight, and she begins riding you with the same measured intensity she brings to everything.

Sinon's pussy grinds against your mouth with an urgency that catches you off guard. She's wetter than you expected, her folds slick and swollen, her clit throbbing beneath your tongue. Her hands press yours firmly against her breasts, fingers laced between yours, forcing your palms flat against the soft flesh. You knead them obediently, rolling her stiff nipples between your knuckles, and she gasps sharply.

"Harder," she breathes, her blue hair falling across her flushed face. "Touch me harder."

You comply, squeezing her breasts harder while your tongue works her cunt in long, flat strokes. You curl upward against her clit, then seal your lips around it and suck, and her thighs clamp around your ears. She's grinding down with a hunger you haven't seen from her before. Tonight she's desperate.

Below, Mikasa rides you with the same relentless intensity she brings to blade drills. Her muscular thighs flex as she drops her hips, taking your cock to the root, her tight walls gripping you like a fist. She sets a punishing rhythm, each downward thrust accompanied by a soft grunt, her dark eyes fixed on your face with possessive focus.

"You're distracted," Mikasa observes, her voice low and controlled despite the sweat beading on her brow. She clenches her pussy deliberately around your shaft, milking you. "Focus on me too."

You can't respond verbally with Sinon's cunt pressed against your mouth, so you thrust your hips upward to meet Mikasa's rhythm, driving deeper into her clenching walls. She rewards you with a sharp intake of breath, her nails digging into your chest.

Sinon's pace quickens above you. Her hips roll in tight circles, grinding her clit against your tongue with each rotation. You slide two fingers inside her dripping pussy, curling upward against her front wall, and she cries out, a raw, unguarded sound that echoes through the bedroom.

"There- right there! don't stop-"

You pump your fingers in rhythm with your tongue, pressing against the spongy ridge inside her while your mouth works her swollen nub. Her breasts heave beneath your hands, her nipples painfully hard against your palms. You squeeze them firmly, thumbs circling the stiff peaks, and she shudders violently.

Mikasa slams her hips down harder, matching Sinon's escalating urgency. Her inner walls flutter around your cock, her breathing ragged. "I'm close," she warns, her voice strained.

Sinon reaches her peak first. Her entire body goes rigid above you, her pussy clamping around your fingers in rhythmic spasms, flooding your mouth with slick warmth. She screams a sharp, keening cry that has nothing to do with composure and everything to do with raw, overwhelming release. Her hands crush yours against her breasts as she rides out the orgasm, grinding her cunt against your face through every convulsion.

The sensation of Sinon coming apart above you combined with Mikasa's relentless riding pushes you toward your own edge. Mikasa feels you tensing and drives down even harder, her walls squeezing deliberately.

"Inside me," she commands, her dark eyes burning. "Now."

You grab her hip with your free hand and thrust upward, burying yourself deep as your cock pulses, emptying into her clenching pussy. Mikasa throws her head back, her own orgasm crashing through her, her walls milking every drop from you as her body shudders.

Sinon collapses sideways off your face, gasping, her blue hair plastered to her sweat-soaked skin. She reaches over and grips your hand, pressing it back against her breast even now, unwilling to lose the contact.

Mikasa remains seated on your cock, her breathing heavy, her dark eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. She leans forward and presses her forehead against your chest. "Good," she whispers.

Yugito sits on the edge of the bed, her golden feline eyes fixed on you with visible hunger. Her pupils are dilated, her breathing shallow.