Nami appears at your elbow with a tablet already dispying a preliminary watch schedule. "First rotation: Nova, Musashi, and Yoruichi - they're each night-capable. Second rotation: Sango, Erza, and Maria for sunrise. Third: C.C., Shinobu, and Violet at morning. I'll keep rotating through the list maintaining combat bance."

  "Good work." You gnce around the galley at the assembled women. "Any questions?"

  Silence holds. Then Hinata raises her hand tentatively. "When do you want the room assignments completed by?"

  "Tomorrow's fine," you say. "We just don't want to be arguing about it next week."

  Albedo moves toward the galley exit with feline grace. "Then I'll conduct the first watch briefing. Nova, Musashi, Yoruichi - with me please."

  The three women rise and follow her out, leaving the galley slightly less crowded. Rika and Rin head toward the communication equipment together, already deep in technical discussion. Bulma examines the hard drives with obvious excitement while Violet and Riveria look on with curiosity.

  The energy shifts from organized meal to distributed tasks.

  You return to the storage room where the makeshift communal sleeping area still occupies most of the floor space. The bedding spreads thick and comfortable, illuminated by soft overhead lighting that someone dimmed during your absence.

  Mikasa enters after you, red scarf draped over her shoulders. Her dark eyes assess you with tactical precision. "The watch rotations are established. First team already deployed."

  "Then we can rest properly," you say, moving into the space.

  Maria appears from the corner, small form moving with purposeful grace. "Not quite rest yet, I think." Her voice carries knowing amusement. "You have energy to burn still, and several of us have been... waiting."

  The door opens again as Hinata, Sinon, Kurumi, Erza, Violet, Riveria, Sango, and Albedo file in. They've clearly been coordinating - some still wear day clothes, others have changed into comfortable nightwear or less.

  "Well," Albedo says, white dress swirling as she surveys the assembled group. "This is quite the gathering. I assume we're not here for tactical pnning."

  "Brad needs proper rest," Mikasa states ftly. "But first, he needs to expend remaining energy productively. Maria and I will handle primary engagement. The rest of you..." She pauses, dark eyes sweeping across the other women. "It's been a few days sense we've done this."

  "Oral service while you two ride him," Kurumi supplies helpfully, gothic dress already partially unced. "How delightfully thoughtful. Virgins take turns mounting his face while you two ensure he's thoroughly exhausted."

  Erza's cheeks flush slightly but her voice stays steady. "I accept this assignment."

  "As do I," Violet adds quietly, blue eyes bright with curious anticipation.

  Riveria crosses her arms, elegant robes rustling. "This seems tactically sound if the goal is complete exhaustion followed by genuine rest. I'll participate."

  Sango's hand moves to her tight under-suit. "I... yes. I can do this." Her voice carries determination masking nervousness.

  Sinon simply nods once, already removing her shirt and pants revealing a bck bra and panties.

  Hinata's vender eyes meet yours briefly before she looks down. "I want to help ensure you rest properly."

  "Then let's begin," Maria says, moving toward the bedding with deliberate intent. "Mikasa, you start. I'll take a long turn before going to second rotation. The others can establish their own order while we work."

  Mikasa's already stripping off her tank top, Survey Corps jacket discarded. Her muscur frame moves with predatory grace as she approaches. "Lie down. Now."

  You comply, settling onto the thick bedding as the assembled women begin removing clothing with varying degrees of efficiency. Kurumi's gothic dress pools on the floor, revealing her lingerie. Erza's armor disappears with a small glow of magic. Violet's simple dress slides off with quiet rustles.

  "Who's first for his mouth?" Albedo asks, white dress now hanging open to reveal bck ce beneath.

  Mikasa straddles your hips, already positioning herself. "Hinata. Then rotate based on preference."

  Hinata's face flushes deep red but she moves forward, removing her fitted clothing with trembling hands.

  Mikasa settles her weight fully onto your hips, dark eyes locked on yours with predatory focus. Her muscur thighs frame your body as she positions herself, then sinks down with controlled precision. The heat and pressure makes your breath catch, but she doesn't move yet - just holds there, testing your discipline.

  "Focus," she orders quietly. "Maria will take longer turns. You need to st."

  Hinata approaches on trembling legs, vender eyes wide with nervous anticipation. She's completely naked now, pale skin flushed pink. "I... should I...?"

  "Kneel over his face," Mikasa directs without breaking eye contact with you. "He'll guide you from there."

  Hinata complies with visible effort, positioning herself above your mouth. Her thighs shake slightly as she lowers herself. You reach up from under her, using your arms to align her hips onto your mouth, hands finding her warm breasts, thumbs circling her nipples as your tongue makes first contact. She gasps sharply, whole body tensing.

  "Slowly," you murmur against her, then return to deliberate exploration - long strokes, gentle pressure, pulling back when she starts responding too quickly. Your thumbs continue their circles, feeling her nipples harden under the attention.

  Mikasa finally moves, rising and sinking in measured rhythm. Her hands press against your chest for leverage, red scarf falling forward. "Good. Maintain this pace through all of them."

  Hinata's breathing quickens despite your intentionally slow approach. "I can't... it's too much..."

  "You can," you tell her between strokes. Your fingers knead gently, never rushing, always pulling back before she reaches threshold. "Just feel it. Don't chase it."

  She whimpers but holds position, thighs trembling against your face. Above her, you glimpse Kurumi and Albedo watching with clinical interest while Erza's cheeks flush darker. Sango sits with Violet and Riveria near the bedding edge, all three observing the demonstrated technique.

  Mikasa's rhythm increases slightly, testing your control. You match her movement with your hips, maintaining the coordination while your hands and mouth continue their slow worship of Hinata. The shy shinobi makes small desperate sounds, caught between overwhelming sensation and your deliberate refusal to let her finish quickly.

  "Switch," Mikasa announces after several more minutes. "Kurumi, you're next on his face. Hinata needs to recover."

  Hinata practically colpses sideways, gasping. Kurumi rises with nguid grace, her revealing bck ce lingerie. "My turn for the slow torture?" Her golden-red eyes gleam with amusement. "How delightful."

  She straddles your face confidently, settling with ease. Your hands find her breasts through the ce, rger than Hinata's, filling your palms as you pull aside the fabric with your mouth. Your tongue begins the same deliberate exploration, as you kneed her breasts. Kurumi ughs breathlessly.

  "Oh, you are focused. Maria, I think your framework might actually work for exhausting him properly."

  Maria appears beside Mikasa, small form somehow commanding. "My turn to ride. Mikasa, rotate the others through his mouth. Erza after Kurumi, then Sango, then the rest. Everyone gets slow until he's too tired to maintain control."

  Mikasa dismounts smoothly, satisfaction evident despite her stoic expression. Maria takes her position immediately, sinking down with knowing precision that makes you groan against Kurumi's flesh.

  Maria rocks her hips with deliberate rhythm, hands gripping your chest for leverage while the time spirit's thighs frame your vision, hands moving up to cup her breasts through the ce that still clings to her frame.

  "Mmm, this is delicious," Kurumi purrs, golden-red eyes half-lidded. "My first service from my master. How appropriate that it should be... thorough."

  Your hands knead gently, thumbs circling her nipples through fabric while your mouth works with deliberate slowness. She ughs breathlessly, then her expression shifts to something more serious.

  "Though I should confess something while you're occupied," she continues, voice carrying across the storage room. "After we returned, I had Hinata verify something with her Byakugan. The virginity status of those who'd been... tortured."

  The room goes very quiet except for Maria's continued movement and your muffled attention to Kurumi's flesh.

  "C.C. and Shinobu weren't virgins to begin with," Kurumi says matter-of-factly. "But the rest of us were - even after everything the CDC did. I wanted to know if we'd been vioted that way. We hadn't been."

  Erza's voice cuts sharp from near the bedding. "You invaded our privacy. Asked Hinata to look at our bodies without permission."

  "For information relevant to psychological recovery," Kurumi counters smoothly. "Would you have preferred wondering? Or would you rather I'd asked each of you directly to spread your legs for inspection?"

  Sango's hand tightens on her discarded armor. "That wasn't your choice to make."

  "Perhaps not," Kurumi admits. "But it's done, and now you know. The CDC took much from us, but not that."

  Riveria's voice carries quiet anger. "Knowledge obtained through viotion of trust carries its own harm."

  Maria slows her rhythm, looking back at the others. "She's right that it was invasive. She's also right that not knowing would have caused ongoing anxiety. Both things are true."

  You pull back from Kurumi briefly. "Finish for now. Erza, your turn."

  Kurumi dismounts with visible reluctance while Erza approaches, scarlet hair loose over bare shoulders. She's rigid as she straddles your face, muscur thighs trembling slightly. Your hands find her breasts immediately, and she reaches down to hold your wrists against her chest.

  "Like this," she whispers. "Just... stay like this."

  Your tongue begins the same slow worship while your hands knead under her guidance. Her breathing quickens, whole body gradually rexing as tension melts under sustained attention. The rigid soldier posture softens into genuine response, small sounds escaping despite her obvious effort at control.

  When she finally shudders and colpses sideways, gasping, you speak before she can fully recover. "I haven't forgotten you want to talk about your mother. We will soon. I promise."

  Erza's eyes snap to yours, vulnerability and gratitude mixing in her expression. "Thank you."

  Sango watches the exchange, hand loosening on her armor. She stands slowly, moving toward the bedding with visible determination. "I... saw that you kept your promise to her. That you preserved what others didn't take." Her voice steadies. "I choose to trust that."

  She positions herself above you with trembling legs, dark eyes locked on yours. Your hands slide up her sides to cup her breasts as your mouth makes first contact. She gasps sharply, whole body tensing, then gradually rexing as your slow attention continues without rush or demand.

  Your hands move slowly along Sango's breasts as your tongue continues its deliberate exploration, never rushing, always pulling back when her breathing quickens too fast. She trembles above you, hands gripping your shoulders for support, dark eyes squeezed shut. The demon syer's entire body remains tense despite your gentle approach, survivor's discipline warring with overwhelming sensation.

  "You can say stop," you murmur against her flesh. "Anytime. That's always true."

  Her fingers tighten on your hair - not pushing away, just holding on. "I... don't want to stop. I just..."

  "Then just feel it." Your hands knead her breasts gently, thumbs circling her nipples. "Nothing else matters right now."

  Sango makes a choked sound, whole body shuddering as climax finally overtakes her carefully maintained control. She colpses sideways onto the bedding, gasping, one hand pressed to her mouth.

  Riveria approaches with measured grace, elegant robes already unced at the front. The royal elf's expression carries analytical curiosity as she positions herself above your face, blonde hair falling forward.

  "Wait," you say, hands finding her thighs. "Before I start - there are theories about elven biology. Deep ones, reting to declining birth rates in your kingdom. We should talk about that ter, but first..." You kiss the inside of her thigh. "Which is more sensitive - your vagina or your nipples?"

  Riveria's pointed ears twitch slightly. "My nipples are significantly more responsive to stimution. The difference is... pronounced."

  "Perfect." Your tongue makes first contact with her flesh, hands moving up to cup her breasts through the unced robe. "Then I'm starting here."

  Your attention focuses entirely on the less sensitive area, tongue working with the same slow deliberation you've maintained throughout the rotation. Riveria's breathing remains controlled at first, analytical mind clearly cataloging sensation, but your hands knead her breasts with increasing pressure - thumbs circling, fingers squeezing gently through fabric.

  "Interesting approach," she manages, voice still steady. "Building intensity through the more responsive area while maintaining baseline stimution on the... oh."

  Her clinical commentary dissolves as your thumbs find her nipples through the robe, circling with focused attention while your mouth continues its unhurried worship below. The royal elf's control fractures gradually, breathing quickening, thighs trembling against your face.

  When she finally climaxes several minutes ter, it's with a sharp gasp and visible surprise at the intensity. She dismounts carefully, settling beside Sango on the bedding with flushed cheeks.

  Violet approaches slowly, blonde hair loose over bare shoulders, simple dress removed to reveal pale skin and regenerating arms. Blue eyes study you with that characteristic analytical focus, but uncertainty shows in her posture.

  You look up at her directly. "Are you ready for this? This is your choice, Violet. You can wait if you're not sure."

  She kneels beside you rather than immediately straddling your face, restored arms reaching out to touch your shoulder. "I want to understand what I want. You said you would help me learn that." A pause. "Is this how I learn?"

  "Only if you want it to be," you tell her quietly. "There's no timeline. No requirement."

  Violet considers this for several long seconds, then nods slowly. "Then I choose to try. Will you tell me if I should stop?"

  "I'll tell you what I observe," you promise. "But you decide what it means."

  She positions herself above your face with careful precision, watching your expression throughout.

  Violet positions herself carefully above your face, arms braced against a wall for support. Blue eyes watch you with analytical focus, waiting for guidance.

  "Tell me what you notice," you say quietly, hands sliding up her thighs. "Not what you think you should feel. Just what's actually there."

  Your tongue makes first contact, slow and deliberate. Violet's breath catches sharply.

  "It's... warm," she says after a moment, voice steady despite the tremor in her thighs. "Pressure. Movement. Like... writing letters, but on skin instead of paper."

  "Good." Your hands cup her breasts gently, thumbs circling. "What about this?"

  "Different sensation. Less intense but... spreading? Through my chest." A pause as your tongue continues its exploration. "The first area is becoming more sensitive. Each pass feels stronger than the st."

  "That's normal," you tell her between strokes. "Your body responds to sustained attention. Does it feel pleasant or uncomfortable?"

  Violet considers this seriously, even as her breathing quickens. "Pleasant. But also overwhelming. Like reading too many emotions at once in a letter."

  "You can stop anytime," you remind her.

  "I don't want to stop." Her fingers tighten slightly on your chest. "I want to understand what happens next."

  Your tongue increases pressure slowly, hands kneading her breasts with patience. Violet makes a small sound - surprise and sensation mixing - then her whole body tenses as climax overtakes her analytical observation. She colpses sideways onto the bedding, gasping.

  "That was..." She trails off, struggling for words. "I didn't expect the intensity to increase exponentially at threshold."

  Albedo rises with nguid grace before you can respond, bck ce lingerie framing curves that demand attention. Golden-red eyes gleam with knowing amusement as she straddles your lips in one smooth motion.

  "My turn," she purrs, sinking down onto you with practiced precision. "And we both know I don't need gentle guidance."

  Her presence is confident, controlled, designed to pull response from you. You reach up to cup her breasts through the ce, but she catches your wrists.

  "Three of eighteen." You pull your hands free of her grip, sliding them down to grip her hips, pressing your face between her thighs while she rides you, tongue finding her soft flesh.

  Albedo's confident rhythm falters immediately. "Oh. That's..."

  Your mouth works against her with the same slow attention you've maintained throughout the rotation, never rushing, always pulling back before she reaches threshold. Her movements become less controlled, small desperate sounds escaping despite obvious effort at maintaining composure.

  "This wasn't... supposed to..." She can't finish the sentence, whole body trembling as dual stimution overwhelms her calcuted approach.

  Maria watches with visible satisfaction from her position on your hips. "Lust accounts for everyone, Albedo. Even succubi who think they're in control."

  After Albedo moves aside, Kurumi taking her pce again.

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