Arrival in an isekai

You carry Kallen's limp form down the hallway, her breathing deep and even against your shoulder. Her room door opens at your approach, revealing the space that adapted itself to her presence during initial assignment. You lay her down carefully on the bed, arranging her limbs comfortably before drawing covers up to her chin, caressing her cheek gently for a moment. Her flushed face has settled into peaceful lines, all tension drained away.

Returning to the main hall takes only moments. The nine remaining women watch your approach with varying degrees of attention. Enri still sits near the fireplace with her empty teacup, posture suggesting she regrets asking the question. Arche has reopened her book but isn't actually reading. Alicia and Prim have resumed their quiet conversation by the window, though both glance toward you periodically. Euphemia occupies an armchair now, hands folded in her lap. Shirley remains curled protectively in her seat, ears flat and tail wrapped tight causing slight trembles. Milly observes from the sofa with analytical focus. Lacus sits serene and alert nearby.

You settle into a chair positioned to see everyone clearly, saying nothing about Enri's unanswered question. The silence stretches.

"So," Milly finally says, breaking the quiet. "Are we supposed to volunteer? Or will you choose?"

"Your choice," you reply. "I chose Villetta and Kallen to try getting things moving, but would prefer each of you volunteer. I can service my beautiful virgins here in the living room where everyone can see, or privately in your own beds."

Shirley's ears somehow flatten further against her skull, tail twitching rapidly. "In front of everyone?" Her voice barely carries.

Euphemia speaks with surprising steadiness. "It's the same either way, functionally. Just a matter of whether you mind witnesses."

"Easy for you to say," Alicia murmurs. "You've already decided you don't care about privacy."

"I care," Euphemia corrects gently. "I just accept that caring doesn't change the situation."

Prim shifts her weight. "Some of us would prefer private, I think."

Lacus rises from the sofa with fluid grace, drawing all attention. "I will go next," she announces with calm certainty. "Privately, please. In my room."

No one argues. Milly's eyebrows rise slightly in apparent surprise at the pink-haired woman's initiative, but she remains silent.

Lacus approaches you directly, meeting your eyes with steady pink gaze. "I am ready now."

The remaining eight women watch as she stands before you, waiting with patient dignity for you to rise and accompany her.

You rise from your chair with fluid motion, reaching toward Lacus. Your fingers gently lift her chin as you lean in for a brief, chaste kiss before the watching women. Her pink eyes remain steady, neither embarrassed nor defiant, simply accepting.

She turns toward the hallway leading to the residential wing. You follow, hand resting lightly on the small of her back through the thin fabric of her white dress. The eight remaining women watch your departure in silence.

Her room door opens at her approach. The space has adapted to her presence during the hours since recruitment, walls bearing soft pastel tones and delicate floral arrangements that speak to her aesthetic preferences. She steps inside and you follow, closing the door behind you.

"Thank you," you say, "for breaking the room's stalemate."

"Someone needed to," she replies with simple practicality. "Hesitation only prolongs discomfort."

You step closer, capturing her lips in a long, slow kiss. She responds without urgency, her mouth soft beneath yours. When you finally pull back, your hands find the straps of her dress, sliding them down her shoulders. The white fabric pools around her ankles, revealing small breasts with pink nipples and the gentle curve of her hips.

"This will be just like earlier," you tell her. "I'll just continue slowly until you lose consciousness."

She nods once, standing before you in only white panties trimmed with delicate lace. You simply look at her, taking in the soft curves of her body, the way her breathing remains calm despite the situation. Several heartbeats pass.

Her eyebrows draw together slightly as understanding dawns. "Oh." Her cheeks color faintly as she hooks her thumbs under the elastic, pushing the garment down her legs and stepping free. "I apologize. I should have realized."

"Nothing to apologize for, I was simply distracted by you." you murmur, resuming your kiss as you guide her backward toward the bed. She sits at your gentle pressure, pink hair falling around her shoulders as you break contact.

You kiss along her jawline, down the column of her throat. Your mouth finds her left breast, tongue circling the stiffening peak before moving to give equal attention to the right. She makes a soft sound, fingers gripping the bedding beneath her.

Your lips trace down across her stomach, following the subtle definition of muscle beneath soft skin. You kiss along her inner thigh, feeling the slight tremor that runs through her leg, then cross to the other side and work your way back up.

Her thighs open as you settle between them, revealing glistening pink folds already dampening. Your breath ghosts across sensitive flesh as you pause, looking up at her flushed face.

"Is there anything you'd like to ask?"

She opens her mouth to respond just as you press a kiss directly against her lower lips. Her intended words transform into a sharp gasp, hips jerking slightly.

"I..." She tries again as you place another soft kiss. "Ah! I don't... mmm..." Your tongue traces along her slit, making coherent speech impossible. "Why... oh... why me?"

You pull back just enough to answer. "You are beautiful, I wanted that. So I found a timeline in which you would have died to save."

You press another kiss against her lower lips before speaking against sensitive flesh. "What comes next, how you develop, as you adventure the worlds with your new sisters, is up to you."

Lacus's breath catches, processing your words even as your tongue traces slow circles. "I... choose?" Her voice trembles slightly. "Even here?"

"Especially here," you murmur, increasing the pressure of your attention. "Your circumstances changed, but you remain yourself."

Her thighs tremble against your shoulders as you work with deliberate slowness. No urgency, no rush, just steady building pleasure that makes her fingers clutch desperately at the bedding beneath her.

"But... ah... what if I don't know..." Her words break into a gasp as the first climax rolls through her, gentle but thorough. Her back arches, pink hair spilling across the pillow as she cries out softly.

You maintain your pace, letting her ride through the peak before beginning again. Her sensitivity increases, small whimpers escaping with each stroke of your tongue.

"You'll figure it out," you say between attentions. "The same way you navigated everything else in your life."

The second orgasm hits harder, her entire body shuddering. "I... I didn't choose... any of that either..." The words come breathless, almost confused. "Things just... happened..."

You pause long enough to look up at her flushed face. "And you made the best of what you were given. That's all anyone can do."

Her eyes meet yours, something vulnerable flickering in pink depths before the third climax crashes over her and she loses focus entirely. Her voice breaks on wordless sounds as pleasure overwhelms thought.

You continue without mercy now, bringing her through two more shuddering peaks until her consciousness finally slips away. Her body goes completely limp, chest rising with deep unconscious breaths.

Rising up her stomach, you kiss each stiffened nipple gently, circling with your tongue until the tension gradually eases. Her breathing stays deep and even. You carefully arrange her limbs into comfortable position, then draw the covers up to her chin, tucking them snugly around her.

Stepping back, you study her peaceful face for a moment before turning toward the door.

All eyes turn toward you as you descend the stairs.

No volunteer emerges from the waiting women. The silence stretches for several heartbeats before you raise one hand, extending a single finger toward Shirley.

Her ears flatten completely against her skull. The orange tail wrapped around her torso tightens reflexively as every eye in the room turns toward her. She uncurls slowly from the chair, feet touching the floor with visible reluctance.

She crosses the space between you with small, hesitant steps. Her gaze remains fixed on the floor as she stops before you.

Your hands settle on her waist, thumbs resting against the fabric. She flinches slightly at the contact but doesn't pull away.

"I didn't expect you to enjoy the tail so much that you'd keep it in all day," you say with gentle teasing in your voice.

Her head snaps up, confusion bright in her amber eyes. "I... what?"

"Have the others realized where that tail attaches?" You direct the question toward the watching women.

Enri and Lisara exchange puzzled glances near the fireplace. Arche lowers her book completely, brow furrowing. Alicia and Prim turn from the window with matching expressions of curiosity. Celestine tilts her head thoughtfully.

Only the two Code Geass women show recognition. Euphemia's serene expression doesn't shift. Milly straightens on the sofa with sudden interest.

Your hand moves behind Shirley, fingers finding the base of the orange tail where it emerges from beneath her skirt. You twirl it gently between thumb and forefinger.

Shirley gasps sharply, whole body going rigid. Her knees buckle slightly and you steady her with your other hand.

"This enchanted tail," you explain to your audience, continuing the slow twirling motion, "moves in reaction to her emotions. It never needs cleaning and removes the wearer's biological needs."

Shirley whimpers softly, hands coming up to grip your shoulders for balance.

"But you can't see that the attachment is deep inside her ass," you continue matter-of-factly. "Stimulating her similarly to how the tail on the outside is moving."

Arche inhales sharply. Enri's mouth drops open. Lisara's face flushes bright red. Even Celestine's composure cracks slightly, eyes widening.

"So when I twirl the tip of the tail..." You demonstrate, rotating the fluffy end between your fingers. Shirley cries out, fingernails digging into your shirt. "Like this..."

You shift your grip to the base where it meets her body, applying gentle pressure and circular motion. "Or the base of the tail, like this..."

"Please!" Shirley's voice breaks on the word, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Her entire frame trembles against you.

"Shirley has had this twitching inside her all day." You release the tail, bringing both hands back to her waist to support her properly. She sags forward, forehead pressing against your chest as she struggles to catch her breath.

The other women stare in various states of shock and fascination. Prim has turned completely away from the window, one hand pressed to her own lips. Milly leans forward on the sofa with clinical interest despite the color in her cheeks.

You lift Shirley's chin gently with one finger, waiting until her tear-bright eyes meet yours. "If you want to keep it, you can. But I won't order it."

You lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her trembling lips. She responds tentatively, still shaking.

When you pull back, you speak clearly. "What I will order is for you to choose how you want to be put to bed. With or without the tail. Public or private."

"I..." Her voice comes out barely above a whisper. "I can choose?"

"Yes, the animal costumes were only to reflect your choices. I didn't expect you to keep it in after we got here."

Her amber eyes search your face, looking for some trick or trap. Finding none, she swallows hard.

"Without," she whispers finally. "Please take it out. I... I want it out."

She hesitates, glancing toward the other women, then back to you. "Here. Let them see. Let them know what... what you can do."

The words carry bitter resignation rather than enthusiasm, but she's made her choice.

You pull Shirley into a gentle embrace, feeling the tremor that runs through her small frame. Your lips find hers in a soft kiss as your hand moves behind her, fingers finding where the orange tail emerges from between her cheeks.

You begin pulling slowly. The tail slides incrementally, each fraction of movement drawing a fresh whimper from her throat. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as she tries to stay standing.

"No," you murmur against her lips, "you don't get to use this to frighten them. You chose public removal, so they get to see what it really is."

You continue the steady extraction. Three inches. Four. Shirley gasps sharply, breaking the kiss as her head falls back. Five inches. Six. Her knees buckle and you support her weight easily with your other arm.

"Oh gods," Enri breathes from near the fireplace, hand covering her mouth.

Lisara stands frozen beside her, eyes wide.

Seven inches. Eight. The tail's internal component slides through Shirley's clenching muscles, drawing sobbing sounds from her chest. Nine inches. Ten.

Milly leans forward on the sofa, clinical interest warring with shock on her face. Arche has set her book down completely, staring. Even Celestine's usual composure shows strain, lips pressed together.

Eleven inches. Twelve. Shirley cries out sharply as a particularly thick section passes through her stretched opening. Thirteen. Fourteen.

Alicia and Prim have turned completely from the window, watching with twin expressions of horrified fascination. Euphemia maintains her unusual serenity, though her violet eyes track every movement.

Fifteen inches. Sixteen. The tail just keeps coming, impossibly long given where it was hidden. Seventeen. Eighteen.

"How much is there?" Lisara whispers.

"Twenty inches total, It went in as just a small plug and will shrink back down, but extends gently when inserted for it's purpose... Stimulation and pleasure" you answer conversationally, still pulling with steady rhythm. Nineteen inches.

Shirley shudders violently as the final inch slides free with a wet sound, leaving her gasping in your arms. You set the enchanted tail aside on a nearby table where everyone can see its length.

"Now," you say, lifting Shirley's chin until her tear-streaked face meets your gaze. "Choose how you want to be put to bed. I'll savor your virginity until you lose consciousness, same as the others."

She stares at you blankly for several heartbeats, clearly struggling to process through the lingering sensations.

"Publicly," you continue, gesturing toward the table where Kallen received attention earlier, "I'll sit you on the table, strip you slowly while everyone watches, and service you there."

You pause, letting that sink in.

"Or privately. I carry you to your room, strip and service you gently there, just the two of us."

Shirley's amber eyes search your face desperately. Her magic-cosplay ears remain flat against her skull. The watching women wait in tense silence.

"Private," she finally whispers, voice breaking. "Please. Private."

You nod once, then bend smoothly to lift her in a princess carry. She curls against your chest immediately, face pressing into your shoulder as you turn toward the residential hallway.

The remaining seven women watch you leave with varying expressions of relief, concern, and anticipation.