Arrival in an isekai

Your clothing vanishes in an instant, stored away through practiced magic. The sudden nakedness draws Albedo's golden eyes down your body before snapping back to your face, her pupils dilating.

"Master," she breathes, pressing her palms flat against your chest. Her fingers curl slightly, nails dragging across skin as she pushes you backward toward the bed.

You let her guide you, watching the way her white gown shifts with each step. The fabric clings to her curves, outlining breasts and hips with deliberate emphasis. She moves with purpose, no hesitation in her movements as she reaches the bed's edge and gives one final push.

You sit, then recline as she climbs onto the mattress. Her hands find your shoulders, pressing down as she straddles your hips. The gown pools around both of you, white fabric spreading across dark sheets.

"I've wanted this since the second climb," she admits, grinding against you slowly. "Feeling you pressed against me during those turns, the way your hands steadied me. I kept thinking about pulling you somewhere private."

Her hands slide down your chest, exploring with deliberate slowness. You feel her wetness through the thin fabric separating you, hot and obvious. She rocks her hips again, breath catching as the friction sends pleasure through both of you.

"Tell me I can," she says, leaning forward until her breasts press against your chest. "Tell me I'm allowed to use you."

"You can," you confirm, hands settling on her hips.

She sits up immediately, reaching down to pull the gown over her head in one smooth motion. It drops somewhere beside the bed, forgotten. Her naked body gleams in the bedroom's soft light, skin flawless and curves perfect.

She positions herself above you, one hand wrapping around your length to guide it. The contact makes her shudder, lips parting as she slowly sinks down. You watch her face as she takes you in, golden eyes half-lidded and expression shifting from concentration to pure satisfaction.

"Perfect," she whispers, settling fully onto you. "You feel perfect inside me."

She begins moving, slow at first but rapidly building speed. Her hands brace against your chest for leverage, breasts bouncing with each rise and fall. The wet sounds of your bodies joining fill the room, punctuated by her increasingly loud moans.

You let your hands roam across her body, tracing curves and feeling the flex of muscles beneath soft skin. She responds to every touch, movements becoming more frantic as pleasure builds.

Albedo continues her movements with increasing intensity, her hands braced firmly against your chest. Her golden eyes hold yours, pupils dilated and breath coming in sharp gasps. She shifts her angle slightly, grinding down in a way that makes her entire body shudder.

"Master," she breathes, voice trembling. "You feel so perfect inside me."

You cup her breasts, feeling their weight in your palms as she rides you harder. Her skin is warm and impossibly soft, flushed with arousal. She arches her back, pressing more firmly into your hands while her movements become frantic.

Her first climax hits suddenly. She cries out, nails digging into your chest as her entire body goes rigid. You feel her tightening around you in rhythmic pulses, her thighs trembling on either side of your hips.

She doesn't stop. After barely a moment to catch her breath, she resumes moving with renewed determination. Sweat glistens on her skin now, strands of black hair sticking to her forehead.

"Again," she gasps. "I want to feel it again."

You let her set the pace entirely, your hands continuing to massage and squeeze her breasts while she works herself toward another peak. Her moans grow louder, less controlled, echoing off the bedroom walls.

The second climax follows quickly after the first. She leans forward, pressing her forehead against yours as waves of pleasure course through her. Her breathing is ragged, chest heaving with exertion.

"One more," she whispers. "Please, Master, one more."

She adjusts her position again, this time leaning back and bracing her hands on your thighs. The new angle draws a sharp gasp from her lips. She moves with desperate energy now, chasing the third release with single-minded focus.

You glance toward the ornate clock mounted on the far wall. Nearly thirty minutes have passed since you teleported here. Your hands remain on her breasts, feeling them bounce with each movement.

The third orgasm crashes over her with visible intensity. She throws her head back, mouth open in a silent scream as every muscle tenses. This time when it passes she collapses forward onto your chest, breathing hard and trembling.

"I'm," she manages after several long moments. "Thoroughly satisfied."

She lifts herself off you carefully, your still-hard length sliding free. Rolling onto her back beside you, she stares at the ceiling with glazed eyes and a blissful smile.

"You haven't finished yet," she observes, voice thick with exhaustion and satisfaction. "Did you want to?"

You shift position, rolling with her movement until you hover above Albedo's sprawled form. Her golden eyes widen slightly as you position yourself, sliding into her still-slick warmth with a slow, deliberate push. Her breath catches, hands reaching up to grip your shoulders.

You move with purpose now, building toward your own release with steady thrusts. She watches your face intently, her expression shifting from satisfaction to renewed interest as she feels you approaching climax. When you finally finish inside her, groaning with the intensity of it, she smiles and pulls you down into a long, slow kiss.

"I was holding back," you admit against her lips, pulling out carefully. "Making sure you reached satisfaction before I did."

She blinks, processing this information. "The entire time?" Her voice holds genuine surprise. "Through all three?"

"Yes."

Her smile transforms into something softer, more vulnerable than her usual expressions. "That explains why you lasted so long. I thought perhaps I was losing my touch."

You kiss her again to forestall further self-doubt, then trail your lips down her jaw to her throat. She tilts her head back, granting access while her fingers card through your hair. You continue downward, mouth finding the swell of her breast before closing around one stiffened nipple.

She gasps, back arching slightly at the contact. You suck gently, tongue circling the sensitive flesh while your hand cups her other breast. Her breathing quickens again despite her recent exhaustion, body responding to continued stimulation.

"Master," she whispers, half-protest and half-encouragement.

You switch to her other nipple, giving it equal attention while she trembles beneath you. The taste of her skin fills your mouth, salt and sweetness combined. After several long minutes you release her breast, moving to rest your face between them instead.

Her heartbeat thrums against your cheek, still elevated from exertion and renewed arousal. You close your eyes, simply enjoying the warmth of her body and the softness of her skin. Her arms wrap around you loosely, one hand continuing to stroke your hair while the other rests against your back.

"This is nice," she murmurs eventually, voice drowsy. "Just lying together like this."

The bedroom's ambient lighting casts soft shadows across the sheets. Silence settles comfortably between you, broken only by the sound of synchronized breathing. Her fingers trace idle patterns across your scalp, soothing and rhythmic.

"Do you need to return to Carne Manor tonight?" she asks after a while, careful to keep her tone neutral despite obvious hope for a particular answer.

You lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to Albedo's lips. Her golden eyes flutter open fully as you pull back just enough to speak.

"I did promise to put them to sleep," you say quietly. "That's two, almost three hours from now. Do you want me to return after that so we can lay together until morning?"

Her expression shifts through several emotions in rapid succession. Surprise comes first, followed by something that looks almost like disbelief. Then her lips curve into a smile that reaches her eyes in a way you've rarely seen.

"You would come back?" she asks, voice soft. "Simply to lay beside me?"

"Yes."

She reaches up, cupping your face with both hands. Her thumbs stroke across your cheekbones as she studies your features intently. "I would like that very much, Master. More than I can properly express."

You shift position, settling more comfortably with your face still resting between her breasts. Her heartbeat has slowed to a steady rhythm now, the post-coital excitement fading into contentment. One of her hands moves to your hair again, fingers combing through it with gentle repetition.

"Will you need to bathe before returning?" she asks after a moment. "I could prepare something here, if you prefer. My quarters have facilities appropriate for such needs."

"That might be enjoyable," you admit. "While my abilities automatically clean my vicinity, removing the need to question smelling of sex, it might be relaxing to bathe before showing up to put people to sleep."

A quiet laugh escapes her. "Indeed it would." Her fingers pause in your hair. "Jibril seemed quite satisfied when you left her earlier today."

"You noticed that?"

"The library is on the 1002nd floor," Albedo says dryly. "Your passage through the teleportation network is logged automatically. The timing was rather obvious." There's no accusation in her tone, just matter-of-fact observation. "I don't begrudge you time with her. She serves her purpose admirably."

You lift your head slightly to look at her face. "Her purpose?"

"Research coordination, intellectual stimulation, physical release." Albedo's expression remains serene. "All valuable functions. I simply appreciate that you chose to spend this evening with me specifically for recreation rather than any particular need."

The clock on the wall shows 5:53pm now. You have roughly two and a half hours before you need to return to Carne Manor for the bedtime routine.

Albedo's smile widens as she carefully extricates herself from beneath you. She rises from the bed with fluid grace despite the lingering exhaustion in her limbs, extending a hand to help you up.

"The bathing chamber connects through here," she says, leading you toward an ornate door carved with intricate patterns. It opens onto a spacious bathroom dominated by a sunken marble tub large enough for four people. Steam already rises from the water's surface, perfectly heated without any visible mechanism.

"Automatic temperature regulation," Albedo explains, noticing your glance. "One of the many conveniences built into these quarters."

You both step into the warm water together. She settles onto the submerged bench seat, leaning back with a contented sigh as heat soaks into her muscles. You move behind her, reaching for the soap and beginning to work it into lather across her shoulders.

"That feels wonderful," she murmurs. Her head tilts forward, exposing the curve of her neck as your hands massage the tension from her upper back. "You're very good at this."

"Practice," you admit simply.

She turns in the water, facing you now with renewed interest in her golden eyes. "Let me return the favor."

Her soapy hands slide across your chest, tracing the contours of muscle with deliberate attention. She works methodically downward until her fingers wrap around your length, stroking with slick efficiency that quickly brings you back to full hardness.

"Still responsive," she observes with satisfaction. She shifts position, straddling your lap in the water. "Good."

She sinks down onto you slowly, her eyes never leaving yours as she takes you inside her again. The warm water laps around your joined bodies as she begins moving with languid rolls of her hips. This isn't the frantic energy from earlier but something slower, more intimate.

You cup her breasts as she rides you, Index and middle fingers playing with her nipples while she gasps softly. Her hands brace against your shoulders for leverage, movements creating small waves that splash against the tub's edges.

"I love feeling you inside me," she breathes against your ear. "Knowing you chose to spend this time with me specifically."

The water makes every motion ripple. She picks up the pace gradually, chasing another climax with focused determination. When it hits her she bites down on your shoulder to muffle her cry, inner walls clenching rhythmically around you.

You follow moments later, groaning as you finish inside her for the second time tonight. She stays pressed against you afterward, breathing hard and trembling slightly.

"Thank you," she whispers. "For all of this."

You both take time actually cleaning afterward, washing away the evidence of your activities with practical efficiency. By the time you've dried off and dressed again, the clock shows 8:15pm.

"Time for the bedtime routine, I'll be back as soon as the last is asleep." you note.

Albedo nods, kissing you once more before you teleport away. The familiar sensation of displacement washes over you, and you materialize in Carne Manor's main hall.

Arche looks up from where she sits reading to Kuuderika and Ureirika, both already asleep in nightgowns laying their heads on her lap. "They fell asleep a while ago," she reports. "after you help me put them to bed, it will be Just adults."

The other women are scattered around the room in various states of relaxation. Kallen and Lisara talk quietly near the fireplace. Euphemia sits with Victim, their conversation too low to overhear. Prim and Alicia review training notes together. Milly watches you arrive with knowing eyes, a small smirk playing at her lips.

"Ready to tuck everyone in?" Neia asks from her position near the doorway.

You turn to Neia, who stands near the doorway with her characteristic serious expression. "I am, was that you wanting to go first?"

She blinks, processing your words for a moment before understanding dawns. Her cheeks color slightly as she glances around the room at the other women. Several are watching with knowing smiles, Milly in particular looking thoroughly entertained.

"I... yes," Neia says quietly, straightening her posture. "If you're offering, this time, I would accept."

She turns and walks toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms, her steps measured and controlled despite the tension visible in her shoulders. You follow, aware of the quiet murmur of conversation resuming behind you.

Neia's room is spartan compared to some of the others. A neatly made bed, her bow and quiver mounted on the wall, training equipment organized in one corner. She closes the door behind you and stands uncertainly for a moment.

"Should I..." She gestures vaguely at her clothing.

"Yes," you say simply. "Get comfortable and sit on the bed."

She strips efficiently, folding each garment with military precision before setting it aside. When she's naked she climbs onto the bed, lying back with her knees together and hands resting awkwardly at her sides. The rigidity in her body speaks to nervousness despite her acceptance.

You settle between her legs, kissing and gently pressing her knees apart. She inhales sharply but doesn't resist, watching you with wide eyes as your lips follow her thighs.

The first contact of your tongue makes her gasp. Her hips jerk involuntarily before she forces herself still again, clearly trying to maintain composure. You work slow, methodical, using simple techniques you've refined over several encounters.

"Oh," she breathes. "That's... I didn't expect..."

Her thighs begin trembling despite her efforts at control. You increase pressure, finding the rhythm that makes her breathing quicken and her hands fist in the sheets. Small sounds escape her throat, half-stifled attempts to remain quiet.

"Master," she gasps. "I can't... it's too..."

You don't stop. Her back arches as the first climax hits, a sharp cry breaking through her attempted restraint. You continue through it, pushing her higher as her resistance crumbles entirely.

The second orgasm follows quickly, then a third. Her responses become less controlled, more desperate. By the fourth she's making continuous whimpering sounds, hands gripping your hair as she rocks against your mouth.

When her movements finally slow to exhausted twitches, you ease back. Her eyes are half-lidded, unfocused, breathing ragged. You watch as consciousness slips away, her body going limp in post-orgasmic exhaustion.

Standing to look down at her sleeping form, You clean yourself with a thought. The tension has left her face entirely, replaced by peaceful unconsciousness. You cover her with a sheet, tucking her in slowly before stepping out of the room.

Time to handle the rest of the household.