Arrival in an isekai

Euphemia reaches breaking point first, tongue working in deliberate circles around her center while your thrusts continue inside Lisara. Euphemia's breathing deteriorates rapidly, her thighs beginning to tremble on either side of your head.

"Master," she gasps, hands gripping your hair. "I'm... oh God, I'm going to..."

You increase the pressure slightly, adding a gentle deep suction that makes her entire body go rigid. Her climax hits with sudden intensity, her back arching off the bed as she cries out. You don't stop, extending the sensation by holding the same pressure even as her legs shake violently.

"Too much," Euphemia whimpers, trying to pull away. "It's too... oh..."

You continue for another ten seconds before finally releasing her, giving her oversensitized flesh a final gentle kiss. She collapses backward onto the mattress, chest heaving.

Without pausing, you withdraw from Lisara and pull her up by her hips, guiding her face down into the space between Euphemia's breasts. Lisara understands immediately, wrapping her arms around the princess as you enter her again from behind with renewed vigor.

The angle drives deeper than before. Lisara moans directly against Euphemia's sternum, the sound muffled by soft flesh. You grip her hips firmly, driving forward intentional thrusts that make her body rock against Euphemia's.

"Yes," Lisara gasps between breaths. "God, yes, harder..."

You oblige, increasing the pace until Lisara can barely maintain coherent speech. Her fingers dig into Euphemia's sides as the pressure builds toward her own peak. When it hits, she screams into Euphemia's chest, her entire body convulsing around you.

You don't give either woman time to recover. Leaning forward, you capture Lisara's mouth in a deep kiss while one hand moves to Euphemia's breast, teasing the still-sensitive nipple. Your other hand slides down to where Lisara's body joins yours, fingers finding her center and circling gently.

Lisara breaks the kiss to gasp. "I can't... it's too soon..."

"Yes you can," you tell her, increasing the pressure. "Both of you can."

You alternate your attention between them, kissing Euphemia deeply while your hands work both women toward their second climaxes. Lisara reaches hers first, her body clenching around you so tightly you have to fight to maintain control. The sensation pushes you over the edge, your own release flooding into her as she shudders through the aftershocks.

You maintain the stimulation on Euphemia throughout, fingers working her oversensitized flesh until she arches again with a broken cry, her second climax washing over her in visible waves.

All three of you remain still for a long moment, breathing heavily. You withdraw carefully, settling beside them on the bed.

"Did you enjoy doing this together?" you ask, voice slightly rough.

Lisara turns her head toward Euphemia, who looks back with flushed cheeks and slightly dazed violet eyes. They both nod slowly.

"Yes," Lisara says softly. "That was... intense."

Euphemia swallows visibly. "I've never experienced anything like that before. Sharing it directly with someone else made it feel... different. More overwhelming, somehow."

You settle back against the headboard while pulling your pants on, "The primary difference between an adventurer and a mercenary, is that adventurers usually fight monsters. Mercenaries are intended to fight humans. I call you all adventurers because we won't primarily be interacting with human enemies. Human-shaped maybe, human-like certainly, but sentient politics and enemies are annoying. We'll avoid that conflict type when we can." you explain while watching Euphemia process adventuring versus mercenary work. She sits upright on the bed with careful posture, still naked, her violet eyes thoughtful.

Euphemia's shoulders visibly relax at the clarification, though her brow furrows slightly. "That's... actually a relief. I was worried about being asked to fight soldiers or city guards." She pauses. "Though I suppose fighting beasts regularly has its own dangers."

"That's why having some form of melee combat is important," you continue, reaching for your shirt. "Otherwise others will be forced to defend you constantly. I'd advise starting with a long pole-staff. Good for whacking and stabbing early on, keeps distance between you and threats. Higher tier spellcasters use magical staves to direct mana anyway, so you'd be building skills that scale upward."

"That makes sense." Euphemia glances down at herself, seeming to remember her nakedness only now. "Should I... dress?"

You finish buttoning your shirt, then gesture toward where her open-cup maid outfit lies discarded near the foot of the bed. "That depends. Would you like to be left here in Lisara's room for the night, or shall I bring you and your outfit to your own room?"

Euphemia considers this carefully, her gaze moving from the clothing to the door, then back to you. "I think I'd prefer my own room. I should prepare for tomorrow's classes anyway."

"As you wish." You stand, gathering her maid outfit but pointedly leaving it draped over your arm rather than handing it to her. "Come along then."

She blinks, understanding dawning as she realizes you intend to escort her naked through the hallway. A faint flush colors her cheeks, but she rises from the bed without protest, maintaining that careful dignified posture even completely bare.

You open the bedroom door, gesturing for her to precede you. She steps into the hallway with measured grace, back straight and chin level despite her complete nudity. Lisara remains deeply asleep behind you, undisturbed by the movement.

The hallway stretches ahead toward the main hall, lamplight casting gentle illumination across polished wood floors.

You wrap your free arm around Euphemia's waist, hand rising naturally to cup her breast as you guide her down the hallway. She leans into the touch without resistance, her breathing still slightly uneven from the recent exertion. The weight of her flesh fills your palm perfectly as your fingers gently squeeze.

Charlotte stands near the main hall entrance, blue eyes widening as she catches sight of Euphemia's complete nudity first. Her gaze tracks down the princess's exposed body, then snaps up to where your hand openly gropes Euphemia's breast. Charlotte's jaw tightens visibly, knuckles pale where she grips the doorframe.

Arche leans against the kitchen doorway with an amused expression, while Neia remains near the hearth in her red-trimmed costume, watching with careful attention.

You walk Euphemia to her bedroom door, pressing a slow deliberate kiss to her lips. She responds immediately, melting against you for the duration before you break away and hand her the bundled maid outfit.

"Sleep well," you tell her softly.

"Thank you, Master," Euphemia murmurs, accepting the clothing before slipping inside and closing the door behind her.

You turn back toward the main hall where Charlotte, Arche and Neia wait. A smirk crosses your face as you approach the three women.

"What a set to have here," you say, pausing at the threshold. "Last three who were each betrayed by their homes."

Charlotte's expression hardens further. Arche's amusement fades slightly, replaced by watchful curiosity. Neia straightens from her position near the fire.

"I'll explain," you continue. "Earlier today Charlotte was sold by her nation and father for technology, which she turned around beautifully. Neia was betrayed her whole life by a holy nation that corrupted its religious intentions. Not as direct a betrayal as the two of you, but still. Arche's parents are a gambling addict and a drug addict. Even as their daughters starved they still accepted her dropping out of school and doing life-risking illegal adventuring for money. When that wasn't enough they pushed her to prostitute herself. How are they doing by the way?"

Arche's expression goes carefully blank. "They're doing exactly as expected, selling off everything in the mansion slowly." she says quietly. "Father gambled away another twelve gold coins yesterday afternoon. Mother purchased three more doses of sleeping powder this morning. Neither has asked about me or my sisters in days."

Charlotte's gaze shifts to Arche with something approaching recognition, then to Neia with similar assessment.

"Charlotte," you say, drawing her attention back. "Pick which of these two I'll put to bed next. The other will stay here for you to talk with for a bit longer."

Charlotte's blue eyes move between Arche and Neia for several long seconds. Her breathing remains controlled, but her shoulders carry visible tension.

You remain still, watching Charlotte's blue eyes move between Arche and Neia with careful calculation. The silence stretches for several heartbeats before you add quietly, "They'll have plenty of time to share each other's stories and complaints about me for now. It's bedtime, and I won't delay waking you in the morning just because you stayed up late."

Charlotte's jaw tightens fractionally. Her gaze settles on Neia, then shifts definitively to Arche. "Arche," she says, voice controlled. "I choose Arche."

Arche straightens from her position against the kitchen doorway, surprise flickering across her features before settling into something warmer. "Alright then." She moves toward you without hesitation, book still tucked under one arm.

Neia's expression shifts through confusion to understanding as she realizes Charlotte deliberately selected Arche to leave Neia behind for conversation. A faint flush colors her cheeks, whether from being chosen or from recognition of Charlotte's strategic thinking, you can't quite tell.

"Come," you tell Arche, extending your hand. She takes it immediately, fingers curling around yours with familiar trust. You guide her down the hallway toward her bedroom, leaving Charlotte and Neia standing together in the main hall.

Arche's door opens at your touch. Inside, the practical elegance she's chosen for her private space greets you with warm lamplight reflecting off polished wood surfaces. The bed dominates one wall, covered in deep burgundy linens.

You close the door with your foot, then turn your full attention to Arche. She sets her book carefully on the nightstand, watching you with those intelligent eyes as you step closer.

"Master?" she asks softly.

Instead of answering, you capture her mouth in a slow deliberate kiss. She melts against you immediately, lips parting to grant access. Your hands move to the fastenings of her clothing, working them loose with patience. Each button reveals more skin beneath, and you pause to explore the newly exposed flesh with your fingertips.

Arche shivers under your touch, her breathing quickening as her dress falls away piece by piece. When you break the kiss to pull her shirt over her head, she raises her arms obediently, watching your face.

"You're taking your time tonight," she observes, voice slightly breathless.

"I am," you agree, fingers finding the clasp of her undergarment. It falls away, leaving her upper body completely bare. "Charlottes event went faster than I expected leaving me with plenty of time." You lean down to press a gentle kiss to the hollow of her throat, then trail your mouth lower across her collarbone.

Arche's hands come up to your shoulders, steadying herself as you continue your deliberate exploration. "This feels... different," she murmurs. "More intentional somehow."

"Does that bother you?"

"No." Her fingers tighten slightly. "It's just... I'm trying to understand what you want from me tonight."

You straighten enough to meet her gaze directly. "Right now? I want to savor everything my Arche will give me."

You kiss her softly, guiding her onto the bed. You settle against the headboard, drawing Arche with you so she rests half-draped across your chest, skin warm against yours. Your hand traces idly along her spine as she sighs contentedly, her breathing gradually evening out.

"What do you think about Charlotte choosing to be alone with Neia?" you ask, fingers finding the curve of her lower back.

Arche shifts slightly, propping herself up on one elbow to meet your gaze. "Honestly? I think she made the smart choice." Her free hand rests flat against your chest. "Neia's still processing everything herself. They're both newcomers trying to figure out what being here actually means."

"You don't think she should have chosen you?"

"No." Arche's response comes after an instant. "I'd have been terrible for what she needs right now. I'm too comfortable here, too settled into how things work. She'd see that and it would just make her feel more isolated." Her fingers trace small circles against your sternum. "With Neia, she has someone who's still figuring things out. Someone who understands the mortification of the wardrobe situation because she just went through it herself."

"The matching costumes."

"Yes." Arche's expression softens slightly. "When you asked me to help with Charlotte's orientation, I thought it would be simple logistics. But watching her maintain that dignified composure while clearly panicking inside? That took real strength. The kind I didn't have when my world fell apart."

Your hand slides higher, fingers splaying across her shoulder blade. "You handled your situation well enough."

"I broke down sobbing after putting my sisters to sleep." Arche's voice drops. "Then I accepted prostitution as inevitable before you intervened. Charlotte's keeping herself together through observation and calculation, trying to understand the rules before committing to anything. She's sharper than I was."

"Is that admiration I hear?"

"Recognition." Arche leans into your touch. "She turned her father's betrayal into leverage instead of just accepting defeat. That takes clarity I didn't have when everything collapsed. So yes, she chose Neia because Neia won't accidentally make her feel inadequate by being too well-adjusted."

You pull her closer, appreciating the warmth of her body against yours. "And what about you? How are you feeling right now?"

Arche's cheeks are flushed, though her gaze remains steady. "Grateful. Relaxed. increasingly aroused." Her lips curve into a small smile. "You're taking your time tonight. Usually there's more urgency, more intensity. This felt different."

"Does different bother you?" You add another quick kiss to her lips.

"No." She settles more completely against you, head tucking beneath your chin. "It just makes me pay attention differently. Noticing more."