Chapter 199: +18 Mounting and Queening turns. Sleepy chatter.

Liza approaches with quiet stoicism, her scaled forearms catching the ambient light, her reptilian tail swaying behind her in slow, measured arcs. She's removed her clothing, revealing a lean, muscular frame with patches of fine scales along her shoulders and hips, her small breasts tipped with stiffened nipples. Her amber eyes meet yours with something that might be called anticipation, though her face remains composed.

She positions herself above your face without hesitation, her thighs settling on either side of your head. Her pussy is different from the others, slightly cooler to the touch, her outer lips firmer, with a subtle texture along her inner folds that your tongue discovers immediately. The scent of her is earthy, mineral, distinctly non-human.

"One," she says simply, her voice flat. Then, after a pause, her tail curls around your waist. "Maybe two."

You smile against her and begin. Your tongue traces her slit with firm, deliberate strokes, finding that she responds best to consistent pressure rather than teasing variation. Her hips rock forward when you press flat against her clit, and a low moan escapes her throat. Her tail tightens around your wrist.

Beneath her, Hinata shifts her rhythm. She's been riding lazily for the past several turns, content with the stretch and warmth, but something about Liza's quiet participation above you sparks a change. Her hips begin rolling with more purpose, her pussy clenching in tighter squeezes around your cock, her breathing deepening.

You find Liza's preference, steady, firm pressure against her clit with occasional dips into her entrance. She wants consistent stimulation building toward a clear peak. Your hands slide up her scaled sides, finding her breasts, and you discover that pinching her nipples while maintaining tongue pressure makes her tail lash involuntarily.

"There," she confirms, her stoic mask cracking. "Keep- yes."

Her orgasm builds steadily, her thighs trembling, her tail unwinding from your waist to thrash against the mattress. When she comes, it's a full-body shudder, her scales flushing darker green, her pussy clenching against your mouth. She hisses, long and low, her claws digging into the headboard.

Her tail immediately curls around your waist again. "Two," she says, settling back down.

You build her second climax with the same steady technique, and this time Hinata matches the pace. Her lazy ride accelerates into something more urgent, her pale thighs gripping your hips, her lavender eyes half-closed. You feel your own release building as Hinata's pussy tightens around your shaft in rapid contractions.

Liza comes first, her second orgasm harder than the first, her whole body convulsing, her tail wrapping tight around your stomach. The sensation of her pussy flooding your mouth combined with Hinata's desperate clenching pushes you over the edge, you thrust upward into Hinata as your cock pulses, spilling inside her again. Hinata cries out softly, her own climax triggered by the warmth of your release, her walls milking your shaft in pulsing waves.

Liza lifts herself off with trembling legs, her stoic expression restored but her amber eyes glazed. "Good," she says simply, her tail wagging once before she catches it.

Hinata collapses forward onto your chest, panting, your cum leaking around your softening cock. She presses her lips to your collarbone.

Violet approaches with her characteristic precision, her blonde hair catching the ambient light as she positions herself above your face. Her movements are deliberate, measured, each step calculated with the same professional exactitude she brings to everything. She's naked, her regenerated arms pale and smooth, her small breasts rising with controlled breathing.

"I want to understand this better," she says quietly, her blue eyes meeting yours. "The feeling of being... wanted without needing to earn it."

She lowers herself onto your mouth. Her pussy is tight, her folds barely parted, slick with arousal she's been building through hours of watching. Your tongue meets her with slow, deliberate strokes, tracing her outer lips before pressing between them. She gasps, her thighs tensing, her hands gripping the headboard with precision.

Your hands slide up her sides, finding her breasts, cupping them firmly. You pinch her nipples between thumb and forefinger, rolling them as your tongue works deeper into her folds. Violet moans, her controlled breathing breaking into something rawer.

"Oh- that's-" Her voice catches.

Asia climbs onto your cock, trading places with Hinata. Her petite frame settles over your hips, her blonde hair bouncing as she begins a gentle rocking motion. Her emerald eyes are half-closed, her small breasts swaying with each movement.

"You're so warm inside me," Asia murmurs, her pussy gripping your shaft in familiar squeezes. She rides with unhurried rhythm, savoring the fullness.

Your tongue finds Violet's clit and presses flat against it. She jolts, her hips grinding down involuntarily, and you feel her whole body tremble above you. Your fingers knead her breasts more firmly, thumbs circling her stiffened nipples.

"I understand now," Violet breathes, her voice cracking. "It's not about earning. It's about... being here. Being part of this."

You suck her clit gently while thrusting upward into Asia's tight pussy, and both women moan in tandem. Violet's thighs clamp around your head as her orgasm builds, her precise movements dissolving into desperate grinding. Your tongue drives against her swollen bud with firm, consistent pressure.

Violet comes first. Her pussy clenches against your mouth in contractions, her juices flooding your lips, her back arching as a cry tears from her throat. Her hands release the headboard and find your hair, tangling in it, holding you against her as she rides through the climax.

Asia follows moments later, her gentle rocking accelerating into urgent bounces, her pussy clenching around your cock in rapid squeezes. "I'm- ah, I'm coming-" She gasps, her small frame shuddering as her orgasm washes through her, her walls milking your shaft.

Violet lifts herself off with trembling legs, collapsing beside Tuka and Emilia. Her blue eyes are glazed, her cheeks flushed, but there's something new in her expression, a quiet contentment that replaces her usual professional distance.

"Thank you," she says softly. "I think I understand now why they all participate."

Asia dismounts with a satisfied stretch, crawling to settle beside Priestess.

Roxanne climbs onto the bed with infectious enthusiasm, her dog ears perked forward, her blonde-brown tail wagging in rapid arcs behind her. She's naked, her voluptuous figure on full display, massive breasts swaying with each eager movement, her slender waist curving into generous hips. Her golden eyes are bright with anticipation as she positions herself above your face.

"Master, I've been waiting so patiently," she says, her voice carrying genuine warmth. Her tail wags faster as she lowers herself, her pussy already glistening, her outer lips parted and flushed pink. The scent of her arousal is warm, musky, distinctly canine in its intensity.

Your tongue meets her folds with matching enthusiasm, driving into her slit with firm, eager strokes. Roxanne gasps, her ears flattening back against her head, her tail shooting straight up before resuming its frantic wagging. You reach up to grip her generous breasts with both hands, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, thumbs finding her stiffened nipples and rolling them firmly.

"Ah- Master, yes, there-" Her hips grind down against your mouth, her pussy flooding with slick arousal. Your tongue works her clit in rapid circles, matching her eager energy rather than the patient gentleness you gave the others. She wants enthusiasm, and you give it freely.

Yoruichi slides onto your cock from behind, her dark skin gleaming with sweat, her purple hair cascading over her shoulders as she sinks down your shaft with a satisfied groan. "Mmm, missed this," she purrs, her pussy gripping you in familiar tight squeezes. She begins a slow, rolling rhythm, her athletic thighs flexing as she rides.

Then her hand reaches forward, finding Roxanne's wagging tail. She catches it mid-arc, fingers wrapping around the blonde-brown fur, and tugs gently.

Roxanne yelps, her whole body jolting. "Yoruichi- that's-"

"Sensitive, isn't it?" Yoruichi grins, stroking the tail from base to tip while maintaining her riding rhythm. She runs her thumb along the underside where the fur is shortest, and Roxanne's hole body shivers, her mouth falling open.

Your tongue drives against her clit simultaneously, and the dual stimulation makes her tail thrash in Yoruichi's grip. You pinch both nipples hard, pulling them outward, and Roxanne screams, her pussy clenching against your mouth as her first orgasm crashes through her.

"Too much- too much at once-" she gasps, but her hips don't stop grinding, her tail still wagging frantically in Yoruichi's hand.

Yoruichi laughs, releasing the tail to brace herself on your thighs as she accelerates her pace. "Don't pretend you don't love it, puppy."

Your tongue returns to Roxanne's swollen clit immediately, not giving her time to recover. She whimpers, her massive breasts heaving in your grip, her ears twitching between flat and perked as pleasure overwhelms her. Yoruichi's pussy clenches around your cock in tighter squeezes, her own climax building.

Roxanne comes again within minutes, her tail going rigid before collapsing limp, her thighs trembling violently around your head. She lifts herself off with shaking legs, collapsing beside Violet with a satisfied groan.

Yoruichi rides harder, chasing her own finish, her dark fingers digging into your thighs. "Come on," she breathes, her golden eyes half-lidded. "Give me what you gave Hinata."

Esdeath rises from her cushion, ice-blue eyes gleaming with predatory focus as she approaches the bed for the final queening turn.

Esdeath settles above your face with predatory grace, her pale thighs framing your head, her ice-blue eyes locked onto yours with an expression that dares you to break her confidence. She's naked, her lean athletic frame taut with controlled tension, the old hunting scars tracing pale lines across her ribs and shoulders thinner than earlier. Her pussy is already slick, her arousal betraying the careful mask she's constructed.

"I won't make the sounds they made," she says flatly, her jaw set. "Don't expect it."

You hum, letting her set the pace. Your tongue meets her folds with slow, deliberate strokes, tracing her outer lips without urgency. She rocks her hips experimentally, finding the angle she prefers, and you follow her rhythm rather than imposing your own. Your hands slide up her sides, finding her breasts, kneading the firm flesh, rolling her nipples between your fingers.

Yoruichi slams down onto your cock one final time, her pussy clenching in desperate pulses. "Inside me," she gasps, and you thrust upward, spilling into her as her orgasm rips through her. She collapses forward, her dark skin gleaming with sweat, her purple hair cascading over your stomach as she catches her breath.

Mikasa slides onto your still-hard cock the moment Yoruichi lifts herself off, her muscular thighs straddling your hips with possessive certainty. She doesn't ride with urgency, she settles into a slow, deep rhythm, her black hair falling over her shoulders, her dark eyes half-closing with quiet satisfaction. She knows she stays until morning.

Above you, Esdeath's breathing has remained controlled. You notice the tension in her thighs, the way her fingers grip the headboard too tightly, the micro-tremors in her abdominal muscles. She's trying to maintain her composure, refusing to vocalize her pleasure.

You begin edging her. Every time her breathing quickens, every time her hips grind down with increasing desperation, you pull your tongue back, circling her entrance instead of her clit. Your fingers pinch her nipples harder, then release, creating waves of sensation she can't predict.

"You're-" Her voice catches. She swallows. "You're doing this deliberately."

You press your tongue flat against her clit for three seconds, then retreat. She hisses through her teeth.

"Master-" The word escapes before she can stop it, and her ice-blue eyes widen with something between fury and need.

You build her again, tongue working her swollen bud with firm strokes, fingers kneading her breasts relentlessly. Her hips rock faster, her controlled breathing fracturing into shallow gasps. You edge her twice more, pulling back each time her thighs begin to tremble.

"Please-" The word tears from her throat, her pride shattering against sensation. "Please, I need-"

You drive your tongue against her clit with brutal precision and don't stop. Esdeath screams, her entire body convulsing, her pussy flooding your mouth with slick arousal, her fingers cracking the headboard's wood. Her composure breaks completely, raw, animal sounds escaping her throat as her first orgasm crashes through her.

You support her by her breasts, holding her hips against your mouth with your arms. "My Esdeath," you murmur against her folds, and she shudders at the possessive claim.

You don't release her. Your tongue returns immediately, building her second climax while she's still trembling from the first. She sobs, her pride in ruins, her ice-blue eyes glazed with overwhelming sensation. When the second orgasm hits, it's harder than the first, her back arches, her pussy clenching against your mouth, her scream echoing through the bedroom.

She lifts herself off on shaking legs, collapsing beside you, her pale hair disheveled, her chest heaving. Her ice-blue eyes find yours with something new, not just predatory assessment, but raw vulnerability.

"I..." She swallows. "That was..."

Mikasa continues her slow ride, her pussy gripping your shaft in steady squeezes, content to let the moment settle around them both.

You pull Esdeath against your side, her lean body trembling with residual aftershocks, her firm breasts pressed against your ribs. Your arm wraps around her shoulders, pulling her head down to rest in the hollow beneath your collarbone. She stiffens for a moment, then melts, her ice-blue eyes still glazed.

"You're mine," you murmur against her pale hair. "And I keep what's mine safe."

Her breath catches. She doesn't respond verbally, but her fingers curl against your chest, nails pressing into skin.

Kurumu settles against your other shoulder, her blue hair spilling across your arm, her wings folded tight against her back. Her full breasts compress against your side as she nuzzles in. She glances across your chest at Esdeath's pale locks.

"Our hair matches," Kurumu observes with a sleepy grin. "Pale-blue and silver-blue. We could be sisters."

"We are nothing alike," Esdeath mutters, but there's no real venom in it.

"Both blue. Both his." Kurumu's fingers trace lazy patterns on your stomach. "Close enough."

Mikasa climaxes around your cock with a quiet shudder, her pussy clenching in slow pulses as she collapses forward onto your stomach, her black hair fanning across your skin between the two silver-haired women. She doesn't dismount, simply adjusts her position, your cock still buried inside her as she settles her cheek against your abdomen.

"Staying," she announces to no one in particular.

Albedo rises from beside you and positions herself behind your head, her thighs serving as your pillow as she settles into place. Her wings drape forward like a canopy. "Eighteen tomorrow," she murmurs, her golden eyes finding yours upside-down. "Then I'm yours completely."

"You're already mine completely," you remind her.

"Not in the way that matters." Her smile carries centuries of succubus understanding.

The room settles into comfortable arrangement. Bodies find positions, Emilia tucked against Tuka, Liza's tail draped over Violet's legs, Roxanne's ears twitching in her sleep.

"The sparring match," Erza says from somewhere to your left, her voice calm now, steadier than it's been all evening. "Mikasa versus Esdeath at dawn. Weapons only, ice limited to manifestation."

Esdeath's fingers tighten on your chest. "I'll carve her respect from her with steel."

"You'll try," Mikasa murmurs against your stomach.

Violet speaks quietly. "I understand now. Why everyone participates. It isn't obligation or payment." Her blue eyes are clear. "It's belonging."

Tatsumaki shifts on her cushion, her small frame rigid with tension. She stands abruptly. "I need to use the restroom."

She walks toward the door with careful, measured steps. The moment she's out of earshot, Kurumu giggles.

"She's going to masturbate," the succubus announces with absolute certainty.

"Obviously," Nami agrees from somewhere in the pile. "Her panties have been soaked for two hours."

"Leave her be," you say, though you can't help the slight smile.

Yugito's voice comes through the Telepathy Web, Matatabi's presence flickering beside her like a candle flame. "The extraction possibility-"

"Don't get your hopes up," you warn, your tone serious. "It's theoretical. Extremely complicated. Creating a viable vessel for a Bijuu requires magic I haven't tested, and there are variables I can't predict."

"But it's possible," Matatabi presses, her presence bright with desperate hope.

"Maybe. That's all I can promise right now. Maybe."

Silence through the Web. Then Yugito: "That's more than anyone's ever offered."

Erza's voice comes soft from the darkness. "Brad." A pause. "I've been thinking. About what you said. About what I want, separate from what Mirajane might choose." Another pause. "I'm... still leaning toward accepting. Being yours."

"When you're ready," you say simply.

"Two or three days," she confirms. "I want to be sure it's what I want."

Albedo's fingers thread through your hair from above. "That's the right answer, Erza."

The room grows quiet. Breathing slows. Kurumu's wings twitch in half-sleep against your side, and Esdeath's fingers have finally relaxed their grip on your chest, her breathing evening into something approaching rest.