Arrival in an isekai

The dungeon passageway deposits you into the Carne Manor main hall, silver light fading behind you as the portal seals. The manor sleeps around you, quiet except for the faint hum of magical preservation. You move through the corridors toward Alicia's room, where you put her and Prim to bed together.

You push the door open without knocking. The two virgin princesses are just rising from their shared bed, Prim stretching with a sleepy yawn while Alicia sits up, blonde hair tousled from sleep. Both lacking their sleeping garments, thin sheets leave little to imagination.

"Good morning," Alicia manages, voice still rough with sleep. Prim blinks at you, pink hair falling across her face.

You cross to the bed smoothly, cupping Prim's face with one hand and Alicia's with the other before kissing them each in turn. Prim melts into it immediately, soft and pliant. Alicia responds with more energy, her hand coming up to grip your wrist.

"You're early," Alicia observes when you pull back.

"Couldn't sleep," you answer simply, already leaning down to press your lips against Prim's throat. She tilts her head back with a quiet gasp. You shift to Alicia's neck next, tasting the warmth of her skin before trailing lower.

"Oh," Prim breathes as your mouth moves across her collarbone. "This kind of morning."

You don't answer verbally, letting your actions speak instead. Your lips trace down Prim's chest, pushing aside the thin fabric to find the soft swell of her breast. She arches into the touch, fingers threading through your hair. You give equal attention to Alicia, mouth moving across her athletic frame, tongue circling one nipple before moving to the other.

Alicia's breath hitches sharply. "You're not wasting time today."

Your mouth continues its descent across both of them, kissing down Prim's stomach first, feeling her muscles twitch beneath your lips. Then Alicia's toned abdomen, tracing the definition there with deliberate slowness. You reach their hips simultaneously, hands sliding beneath the hem of their shifts and pulling the fabric up and away.

"Both of us?" Prim asks, voice trembling with anticipation.

"Both of you," you confirm.

You position yourself between them on the bed, lifting Prim's left leg over your right shoulder and Alicia's right leg over your left. The angle brings you face-level with both of them, their thighs framing your head from either side.

Prim whimpers the moment your tongue makes contact, her hands flying to grip the sheets. Alicia bites her lip hard, blue eyes going wide before squeezing shut as sensation overwhelms her. You alternate between them, giving each focused attention before switching, building their arousal in unison.

"Blank," Alicia gasps, hips bucking involuntarily. "That's, ah, that's really..."

Prim can't form words at all, reduced to breathless moans and the tight grip of her fingers in your hair. Her leg trembles against your shoulder.

You increase pace, reading their bodies reactions. Prim breaks first, crying out sharply as her climax crashes through her. The sight and sound of her release pushes Alicia over the edge seconds later, her athletic frame going rigid before collapsing back against the pillows.

You gently ease them both through the aftershocks, lowering their legs carefully back to the mattress. Prim lies boneless, chest heaving. Alicia stares at the ceiling with glazed eyes.

"That was a hell of a wake-up call," Alicia manages after several moments.

"Thank you for accepting me," you say simply, rising from the bed and smoothing your clothing. Prim makes a soft sound of contentment, still sprawled across the pillows. Alicia gives you a lazy salute with two fingers.

"Anytime," she says. "Seriously. Anytime."

You step into the corridor, the manor's enchanted air warm against your skin. The hallway stretches quiet and dim, magical sconces burning at their lowest setting. You move toward Enri's room with practiced familiarity, pushing the door open gently.

Enri stands beside her bed, back to you, completely bare as she reaches for a robe draped across a chair. Her blonde hair falls loose down her spine, the curve of her hips catching faint light. Nemu sleeps peacefully in the bed, brown hair fanned across her pillow, breathing slow and even.

Enri turns at the sound, green eyes widening slightly. You press a finger to your lips. She nods immediately, understanding without needing explanation. You extend your hand.

She takes it without hesitation, leaving the robe untouched, following you into the corridor with nothing on her skin but the cool air and your grip. Her bare feet pad silently against stone as you guide her through the sleeping manor toward Lacus's room.

The door opens without sound. Lacus lies on her side in a beautiful nightdress of pale lavender silk, pink hair spread across white linen like spilled petals. The fabric clings to her slender form, one strap slipped slightly off her shoulder. Her breathing is deep and regular, completely unaware.

You turn to Enri, cupping her face with both hands before kissing her slow and deep. She melts into it immediately, mouth opening beneath yours, tongue meeting yours with familiar warmth. Your hands travel down her naked body, palms mapping the familiar territory of her waist, her hips, the soft swell of her breasts. She presses closer, a quiet moan vibrating against your lips.

You dismiss your clothing into inventory with a thought, the fabric vanishing in fragments of light. Enri's eyes flicker down to your bare form, her breath catching as she feels you harden against her stomach.

You lift her by the thighs, positioning her so your shaft slides along her slit, grinding slowly to gather her wetness. She gasps at the contact, legs wrapping around your waist instinctively as her arms loop around your neck.

"You're insatiable," she whispers against your ear, voice barely audible. Her hips roll against you, slick heat coating your length as arousal builds between you.

"Can you blame me?" you murmur back, adjusting your grip on her thighs.

She shakes her head, green eyes half-lidded and dark with want. Her body is already responding, slick and ready, the grinding motion making her bite her lip to stay quiet with Lacus sleeping mere feet away.

You position yourself at her entrance, the head of your cock pressing against her opening. Enri's fingers tighten on your shoulders, her whole body trembling with anticipation as she waits for you to take her.

You lower Enri onto yourself deliberately slow, watching her face as inch by inch she takes you in. Her green eyes go wide, mouth forming a silent 'o' as her body stretches around your length. Her thighs tremble against your hips, fingers digging into your shoulders hard enough to leave marks.

"Slowly," you murmur, hands steadying her waist. "Feel everything."

She nods wordlessly, sinking lower with a shuddering breath. Her walls grip you tightly, slick heat enveloping you completely as she finally bottoms out. A low moan escapes her, barely contained behind pressed lips. Her eyes flick toward Lacus's sleeping form, the pink-haired pacifist lying serene and unaware three feet away.

You begin moving her in measured strokes, lifting and lowering her hips with controlled precision. Each thrust draws a quiet gasp from Enri, her body responding with increasing urgency. You angle your hips to find the spot that makes her spine arch, and when you do, her nails rake down your back.

"There," she breathes, barely audible. "Right there."

You oblige, maintaining that angle with steady rhythm. Her breathing quickens, thighs clenching around you as her first climax builds. You can feel her tightening, body tensing toward release.

From the bed, Lacus shifts slightly. Her breathing pattern changes. Subtle. Almost imperceptible. But clear to your enhanced senses. The rhythm of her breath quickens just slightly, her eyelashes fluttering in a way that suggests consciousness rather than dreaming.

Enri breaks apart in your arms, her climax hitting hard enough that she has to bite your shoulder to muffle her cry. Her entire body shudders through the waves, inner walls clenching rhythmically around you. You hold her through it, letting the aftershocks roll through her frame before gently lifting her off.

You set Enri down beside Lacus on the bed. The village coordinator lies boneless, chest heaving, green eyes glazed with satisfaction. Her naked body presses against Lacus's silk-covered side.

Lacus's eyes remain closed. Her breathing has steadied again, carefully controlled. Too carefully.

You position yourself behind Enri, bending her forward over Lacus's sleeping form. Enri's bare breasts press against the lavender silk of Lacus's nightdress. You guide yourself back into Enri's slick heat from behind, sliding in easily.

"Strip her," you order quietly, one hand on Enri's hip as you begin thrusting.

Enri's eyes widen. She looks back at you, then down at Lacus beneath her. "She's asleep."

"Strip her anyway."

Enri hesitates only a moment before her fingers find the thin straps of Lacus's nightgown. She pulls them down with trembling hands, sliding the lavender silk off pale shoulders. Lacus's skin is revealed inch by inch, the fabric pooling at her waist as Enri tugs it lower.

Lacus's eyes remain firmly shut. Her lips press together slightly. A faint flush creeps across her cheeks that has nothing to do with sleep.

Enri peels the nightgown further down, exposing Lacus's small breasts, her flat stomach, finally sliding the fabric completely off her legs. The pink-haired woman lies naked beneath Enri, body still and supposedly unconscious. But her nipples are hard, and there's a visible sheen of moisture between her thighs.

"She's not asleep," Enri whispers back to you, her voice caught between arousal and amusement.

Lacus's eyes snap open. Pink irises meet yours, then Enri's, before she looks away with visible embarrassment.

"I was trying to be polite," Lacus manages, voice rough with arousal. "You were already busy. I didn't want to intrude."

"Too late for, what wasn't an option." you say, withdrawing from Enri long enough to reposition. You settle beside Lacus on the bed, one hand sliding between her thighs. She parts her legs without resistance, pink hair fanning across the pillow as she looks up at you.

"Since you're awake, you skipped out last night." you say,

You settle beside Lacus on the bed, positioning yourself so that Enri lies alongside her, your hips flush against Enri's from behind while your mouth descends between Lacus's parted thighs. The pink-haired pacifist trembles as your tongue makes first contact, her hands gripping the sheets on either side of her hips.

You slide back into Enri with a slow thrust, drawing a muffled gasp from her. She presses her face against Lacus's shoulder, green eyes half-lidded as your hips find their rhythm. Your tongue works Lacus in careful circles, building her toward release.

Lacus's breathing quickens rapidly. Her thighs begin to quiver, fingers twisting in linen. "Blank, I'm going to," she starts, voice pitched high and thin.

You pull back. Just enough to deny her climax. Your tongue slows to barely-there flicks against her swollen clit while your hips continue their steady pace inside Enri.

"Not yet," you murmur against Lacus's skin. "You left early last night. This is your punishment."

"That's cruel," Lacus whimpers, hips lifting involuntarily toward your mouth. "I was tired."

"And next time, You'll ask me to put you to sleep."

You return to her with renewed focus, tongue tracing patterns that edge her arousal without granting release. Her body writhes beneath the dual sensation of watching Enri being taken beside her while receiving attention that refuses to let her finish. Tears of frustration gather at the corners of her pink eyes.

Enri turns her head, finding Lacus's lips with her own. The kiss is soft at first, then deeper as Lacus moans into Enri's mouth. Their bodies press together, breasts touching, hands finding each other's skin. You watch them over Lacus's thigh as you continue your deliberate torment.

"Please," Lacus begs against Enri's lips. "Please let me."

"When I decide you've earned it."

You bring her to the edge three more times, each withdrawal drawing a sharper cry of protest. Enri's second climax builds alongside Lacus's denied pleasure, the village coordinator breaking the kiss to gasp as her body clenches around you. You thrust deeper, harder, timing your rhythm to push Enri over while keeping Lacus suspended.

Enri shatters with a cry she buries in Lacus's neck, her walls gripping you in pulsing waves. You finally grant Lacus mercy, sealing your mouth over her clit and sucking firmly. The release hits her like a breaking dam, her entire frame arching off the mattress as she screams into the pillow she's bitten down on. Her fingers find Enri's hand, squeezing tight.

You don't stop. Your tongue continues through Lacus's aftershocks while your hips drive into Enri. Lacus's second climax builds faster than the first, her oversensitive body responding despite the punishment-pleasure confusion.

"I won't leave early again," Lacus promises breathlessly, voice cracking. "I swear."

Her second orgasm crashes through her just as you reach your own limit. You bury yourself deep inside Enri, releasing with a groan that vibrates against Lacus's thigh. Enri's third climax follows immediately, triggered by the sudden fullness and warmth flooding her core. Her body goes rigid, then collapses entirely, boneless and trembling.

Lacus lies gasping beside her, pink hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. Enri's arm drapes across the pacifist's stomach, both women breathing hard in the dim morning light filtering through curtains.

"That was," Lacus manages between breaths, "a very effective punishment. I may need to misbehave more often."

Enri laughs weakly, too exhausted for words, simply pressing her face into Lacus's shoulder.

You press your lips against Lacus's stomach, just below her navel, and begin a slow ascent. Her skin tastes faintly of salt from exertion, warm beneath your mouth as you trace a path upward between her small breasts. She shivers, fingers threading lazily through your hair.

"Be careful not to cause actual trouble," you murmur against her sternum, pausing to look up at her. "Excusing yourself or teasing me is one thing. Actual misbehavior has consequences you might not enjoy."

Lacus's pink eyes meet yours, a playful smile curving her lips despite her flushed state. "I'll keep that in mind. Though I must say, the consequences so far were rather enjoyable."

"Punishments are meant to be a deterrent."

"They failed spectacularly."

You shake your head with mild amusement before pressing a kiss to her left breast, then her right, tongue circling each nipple with gentle attention that draws soft sighs rather than renewed urgency. Her body settles beneath your touch, arousal ebbing into comfortable warmth. You shift your attention to Enri beside her, mouth finding the village girl's breasts with the same unhurried reverence. Enri hums contentedly, one hand resting on your shoulder as her breathing steadies.

"So," Lacus says, voice still breathy but recovering. "You came straight here from wherever you were. Couldn't even wait for morning."

"I always try and make time before everyone wakes."

"Mmm. And you dragged Enri through the halls naked for it." Lacus turns her head toward the blonde woman. "Was that exciting or terrifying?"

Enri laughs softly. "Neither. Just Blank being Blank. I've stopped being surprised."

"That's concerning," Lacus replies, though her tone carries no real worry. "You should always be at least a little surprised. Keeps things interesting."

Enri stretches, catlike, her body still pressed against Lacus's side. "What time is it? I need to get Nemu up for breakfast preparation."

"Not yet, it's early." you say, finishing your gentle descent of both women's arousal with a final kiss to each of their foreheads. "You'll have time to prepare before waking her up."

You rise from the bed, extending a hand to Enri. She takes it, standing on slightly unsteady legs. You cast a simple cleaning cantrip, pale blue light washing over all three of you in turn, removing sweat and other evidence of the morning's activities.

"Thank you," Enri says, smoothing her hair back. "That saves me a bath."

You escort her through the quiet corridor back to her room, one hand resting on the small of her back. She leans into the touch as you walk, comfortable in her nakedness despite the manor's chill air.

"I'll wake Nemu in ten minutes," she tells you at her door, turning to press a quick kiss to your jaw. "Thank you for this morning."

"Always, My Enri."

She slips inside, the door closing softly behind her. You stand in the corridor for a moment, listening to the manor's quiet heartbeat before turning toward Arche's room. The magical sconces burn slightly brighter as you pass, responding to your presence.

Arche's door opens at your touch. The former noble daughter lies on her side in bed, blonde hair spread across her pillow, one arm tucked beneath her head. Arche's breathing is steady, face peaceful in sleep.

She stirs as you enter, blue eyes opening to find you standing in her doorway. A sleepy smile crosses her features.

"You're up early," she murmurs, voice thick with sleep. "Or late. Hard to tell with you."