Arrival in an isekai

You lean back slightly, considering Charlotte's unspoken anxiety with deliberate care. "Have you ever tried to masturbate while sad to distract yourself?" you ask quietly. "All it takes is gentle patience and time. The body reacts even if the mind refuses, though it usually feels better when both are agreeing. Some anxiety just needs to be soothed."

Charlotte's blue eyes widen fractionally at the blunt question. Her fingers press harder against her thighs. "I... no. I haven't."

"Then you'll be nervous the first time like most women are," you continue. "And you'll come to enjoy it like the rest so far have. I promise."

Charlotte swallows hard. Her gaze drops to her lap for three heartbeats, then returns to meet yours. The tension in her shoulders eases fractionally. "That's... actually somewhat reassuring."

"Good." You gesture toward her remaining undergarment. "Now. Remove your panties."

Her breath catches. She stands slowly, fingers moving to the waistband of her white panties with visible trembling. She slides the fabric down her hips, then her thighs, stepping out of them carefully. The damp patch at the center is unmistakable before she sets them atop the pile of discarded clothing.

Charlotte stands completely naked before you now, firelight flickering across thin patch of blond hair. Her hands move instinctively to cover herself before she forces them back down to her sides. Her breathing remains measured but uneven.

"Last question," she says quietly, voice barely audible. "What if I don't climax at all? What if my body just... doesn't respond despite everything?"

"Then we stop when you're genuinely exhausted rather than when you climax," you answer simply. "But that hasn't happened yet with anyone here. Your body is already responding, Charlotte. You're just fighting the sensation mentally."

She glances down at herself, clearly recognizing the evidence of her own arousal. Her cheeks flush deeper.

"Now," you say quietly, shifting to lie lengthwise along the couch. "Come here. First, rub your breasts across my lips."

Charlotte hesitates for three heartbeats, then moves forward. She lowers herself carefully, positioning her chest near your face. You kiss the soft skin of her breast gently, then capture a nipple between your lips and suck with careful pressure. She gasps softly, body tensing.

"Now crawl forward," you instruct quietly. "Bracket my face with your thighs."

She shifts nervously, moving up your body until her legs straddle your head. You kiss her stomach as it passes, then her inner thighs as they come within reach. Your arms lift around her sides, hands finding her breasts and cupping them gently while your mouth begins placing soft kisses in circles around her center.

Charlotte's breathing quickens. Her thighs tremble against your cheeks. "You- Master," she whispers, voice hoarse, testing the word.

Your tongue finds the delicate contours of Charlotte's lower lips, tracing slow patterns that make her thighs tremble against your cheeks. She tastes faintly of nervous arousal mixed with clean skin, warmth radiating from her body where it hovers above your face.

Your hands cup her breasts gently, fingers brushing across hardened nipples along with your oral attention. Charlotte's breathing quickens immediately, hitching on sharp inhales as sensation builds.

"Oh," she whispers, voice catching. Her hips shift instinctively, seeking more contact before freezing as if embarrassed by the involuntary movement.

You continue the patient attention, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex. When her thighs begin trembling harder, you deliberately ease back, letting the intensity fade slightly before rebuilding it again.

"Master, I..." Charlotte's words dissolve into a soft moan. Her hands move uncertainly, finally settling on your shoulders for balance. "It feels... I didn't expect..."

You increase the pressure with your tongue slightly, maintaining steady rhythm while your fingers gently knead her breasts. Her body responds beautifully, muscles tensing and releasing as pleasure builds through her nervous system.

"Please," she breathes eventually, voice hoarse and desperate. "I need... something more."

Instead of granting immediate release, you maintain the careful pace, drawing out her arousal until she's gasping above you. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, body trembling with sustained tension.

"Why are you..." Charlotte tries to form words through the haze of sensation. "Why won't you let me...?"

You pull back just enough to speak against her sensitive flesh. "Because you doubted yourself and need to understand what this feels like. The building tension. The aroused anticipation. This lust is pleasure, Charlotte, not just climax."

She whimpers softly, hips shifting forward seeking contact you deliberately withhold for three heartbeats before returning your attention. This time you allow the intensity to climb higher, watching her body's responses carefully.

Her breathing becomes ragged, chest heaving as she struggles to process the overwhelming sensation. The analytical control she's maintained throughout the evening finally fractures completely under sustained physical pleasure.

"I can't... it's too much... please, Master, I need..."

You finally grant permission through increased pressure and faster rhythm, feeling her entire body tense above you as climax approaches. Your hands tighten on her breasts, fingers circling her nipples while your tongue focuses precisely where she needs it most.

Charlotte cries out, voice breaking on a sound halfway between shock and overwhelming relief as her first climax crashes through her.

Charlotte's body trembles through the peak of her climax, you deliberately prolonging the sensation until her thighs shake against your face. Your hands continue kneading her breasts gently, fingertips circling her nipples as aftershocks pulse through her.

Charlotte's breathing comes in ragged gasps above you. "Oh god... I can't... it's still..." Her words dissolve into soft whimpers as you extend the sensation another fifteen seconds before finally easing back.

You allow her to catch her breath, maintaining gentle support while her body gradually relaxes. Your fingers trace slow patterns across her breasts as you speak against her inner thigh. "You doubted yourself earlier. Worried your body wouldn't respond."

"I was wrong," Charlotte manages between breaths. Her voice carries a tremor she can't quite suppress. "That was... I didn't know it could feel like that."

"That was just the first one." You resume kissing circles around her slit, feeling her muscles tense immediately at the renewed contact. "This time I'm not making you wait."

Charlotte's hands grip your shoulders harder as you build the intensity quickly, tongue finding the pace that already made her climax minutes ago. Her body responds faster this time, arousal rebuilding with startling speed.

"Already? But I just..." Her protest cuts off in a sharp gasp as you increase pressure. "Master, it's too much, I can't possibly..."

You prove her wrong within two minutes. Her second climax arrives harder than the first, body arching in your arms as she cries out with genuine shock. This time you extend it deliberately too, maintaining pressure until she's shaking uncontrollably.

"Please, stop, I need... please..." Charlotte's words fragment as the sensation continues. You finally grant mercy, easing back while your hands steady her trembling form.

She collapses forward slightly, breathing hard. "That was... completely different. The second one felt... more intense somehow."

"Because your body was still sensitive from the first," you explain quietly. "And you weren't fighting the sensation anymore."

Charlotte remains motionless for several seconds, processing. When she finally speaks, her voice carries exhausted vulnerability. "You're going to continue, aren't you? Until I... how many times?"

"Until you're satisfied," you answer simply, giving her lips a gentle kiss. "Or until your body genuinely can't continue. Whichever comes first."

She makes a sound halfway between laughter and distress. "I don't know if that's reassuring or terrifying."

You press another kiss against Charlotte's sensitive flesh, feeling her thighs tense reflexively around your head. A quiet chuckle vibrates through your lips before you answer.

"Both," you say simply. "You're naked. The womanhood you protected since childhood is offered to a man you met only hours ago as your father and country sold you for a deal of technology they didn't know they could use. And now you're experiencing oral sexual pleasure for the first time, with the only thing protecting your virginity being my choice."

Charlotte makes a sound halfway between a gasp and a strangled laugh above you. Her hands grip your shoulders harder.

"Both the logical fear of having no control after having lost everything," you continue quietly, "and the logical acceptance of your displayed safety. Being given a new home by your new boyfriend-master."

Silence stretches for several heartbeats. You don't stop your gentle fondling of her breasts, giving her time to process the words.

"Boyfriend-master?" Charlotte finally manages, voice hoarse and breathless. "That's... an interesting combination of titles."

"You've done very well accepting the current reality, Charlotte," you tell her between kisses. "While I apologize I didn't give you more time, you're adapting quickly. Much better than some. Tomorrow you'll fit right in with your new roommates and friends."

"Roommates who all..." Charlotte's words dissolve into a soft moan as you increase pressure deliberately. "Who all do this with you?"

"Most of them, yes. Though not all at once."

She makes another sound that might be laughter if she had enough breath for it. "That's somehow both reassuring and completely terrifying."

You begin building the intensity again, tongue finding the pace that already brought her to climax twice. Charlotte's breathing quickens within seconds, body responding faster each time.

"Wait, I..." She tries to form words through mounting sensation. "You said boyfriend. Does that mean... am I supposed to think of this as... dating?"

"If you want to frame it that way, yes," you answer. "You're not just property, Charlotte. You're someone I intend to care for. Someone whose pleasure matters to me."

"Oh god..." Her voice breaks as the third climax approaches. Her mental defenses are completely shattered now, body trembling with sustained arousal. "That's... I don't know if that makes this better or worse..."

You don't answer with words, instead focusing entirely on bringing her over the edge again. Your hands tighten on her breasts, fingers circling her nipples while your tongue continues exactly where she needs it.

Charlotte's entire body goes rigid above you, breath catching in her throat for three heartbeats before she cries out sharply as her third climax crashes through her nervous system. Grabbing the hands groping her breasts for balance.

Charlotte's third climax peaks under your sustained attention, her body trembling against yours until you ease back, sucking gently on her sensitive flesh without pressure. She gasps softly as the intensity fades into warm satisfaction rather than abrupt ending.

You guide her exhausted form down from above your face, settling her against your chest. Her breathing remains uneven, eyes already half-closed as you stroke her hair gently. A simple cleaning cantrip removes the evidence of intimacy. Telekinesis gathers her scattered clothing into a neat bundle that floats beside you.

"Master," Charlotte murmurs against your skin, voice barely audible. "That was... I didn't know..."

"Rest now," you tell her quietly, continuing to stroke her hair. Within minutes her breathing deepens into genuine sleep.

You lift her carefully into your arms, carrying her naked form through the quiet manor hallways. The mansion itself shifts her clothing bundle ahead, placing each garment back into her wardrobe as you walk. Charlotte's bedroom door opens at your approach.

Firelight from her hearth illuminates her slender curves as you lower her onto the bed. Her blonde hair spreads across the pillow, face peaceful in sleep. You draw the sheet up to cover her, then step back into the hallway.

Outside Lacus's door you pause, extending your telepathy. Her mind radiates the slow peaceful patterns of deep sleep. You continue past.

The dungeon passage glows silver as you step through. The multidimensional library spreads infinitely around you before you turn to the IS world portal.

A quick check locates your operatives immediately. Oriax and Fiona occupy adjacent rooms in a Russian hotel. Grayfia and Yor wait in the building's basement parking level, monitoring security feeds.

You teleport directly to the hotel suite. Oriax looks up as you materialize, violet eyes assessing. Fiona stands at attention automatically.

"Russia received the surveillance footage," Oriax reports without preamble. "They watched Charlotte choose Code Geass technology over Gundam Seed. They know France now received advanced technology and the other is still being offered for Laura."

"Surprisingly fast for a supposedly confidential meeting, even if it failed horribly for France. How is Russia responding?" you ask.

Fiona pulls up a tablet displaying decoded military communications. "Major Orimura Chifuyu has been ordered to report to Moscow immediately. Russian High Command wants Laura Bodewig transferred custody for quote 'advanced technological cooperation negotiations' unquote."

"They're offering Chifuyu absolute authority over Laura's placement," Oriax adds. "In exchange for Russian military scientists gaining access to actual functional Gundam Seed fusion technology. The surveillance footage stated France's crystals are worthless, making Russia willing to negotiate aggressively."

"Timeline?" you ask.

"Chifuyu boards a military transport to Moscow in eight hours," Fiona answers. "Russian command expects her decision within forty-eight hours maximum."

You cross the distance to Oriax, cupping her face gently between your hands. Her violet eyes widen fractionally before you kiss her, slow and deliberate. She responds after a heartbeat, lips parting beneath yours as your fingers trace along her jawline.

"Your work preparing for Laura is excellent," you murmur against her mouth. "I'm looking forward to rewarding your success properly."

Oriax's breath catches. "My lord, it was merely my duty to..."

You silence her with another kiss, deeper this time. Your hands slide down to her waist, pulling her closer for three heartbeats before releasing her and turning to Fiona.

The silver-haired operative straightens immediately, professional mask firmly in place despite the faint color rising in her cheeks. You pull her into an embrace, feeling her initial tension dissolve as you kiss her thoroughly. Your fingers trace patterns along her spine through the fabric of her suit jacket.

"You've coordinated the Russian negotiations beautifully," you tell her quietly. "When Laura is secured, I'll show you exactly how much I appreciate your efficiency."

Fiona's composure cracks slightly, eyes widening. "Sir, I... thank you."

You release them both, teleporting to the basement parking level where Grayfia and Yor wait among shadows between concrete pillars. Security monitors glow blue against the far wall.

Grayfia turns first, silver hair catching dim fluorescent light. "My lord, the hotel's surveillance systems are..."

You interrupt by pulling her into a kiss, one hand finding the small of her back while the other cups her cheek. She makes a soft sound of surprise before melting against you, fingers gripping your shoulders. When you finally break the kiss, her composed expression has fractured into genuine vulnerability.

"Charlotte's extraction was flawless," you say quietly. "Both of you maintained perfect coordination throughout."

Yor stands rigid nearby, crimson eyes watching intently. You turn to her, drawing her close and kissing her with the same deliberate attention. Her body remains tense for only a moment before softening, hands settling hesitantly at your waist.

You sink to your knees between them, hands sliding up beneath their skirts. Grayfia gasps sharply as your fingers find the edge of her undergarments. Yor's thighs tremble against your touch.

"Wait, my lord," Grayfia manages breathlessly. "Here? In the parking structure?"

"Privacy wards are already active," you answer simply, hooking your fingers into fabric and drawing both sets of undergarments down slowly. "Relax and let me reward you properly."

Grayfia makes a strangled sound as you lean forward, lips finding her inner thigh first. Yor's breathing quickens audibly beside her, body trembling in anticipation as you alternate attention between them with patient, deliberate care.