OutBreak Survival

You keep your voice steady, meeting Priestess's wary gaze. "They didn't sedate you out of cruelty. This world only recently experienced magical inclusion. The governments tried to ignore it, disprove it... until the zombies crippled civilization. Simply too many people in too small an area, not initially allowed to defend themselves. Loud noises - like a young woman spontaneously screaming - could have killed them all."

Priestess's hands grip the sheets tighter. Her breathing remains shallow.

"After they reached a secure location, it was likely convenience and caution. They didn't know if you'd try attacking them."

"I wouldn't have-" she starts, voice cracking.

"They had no way to know that," you say quietly. "Fear makes people cautious."

Roxanne shifts forward attentively beside C.C., She's absorbing every word.

"I've been trying to create portals back to your homeworlds," you continue. "Unsuccessful so far. When I do succeed, I'll give you the choice of returning. Until then, please stay with us as we try and save the most people without enslaving ourselves to the task."

Priestess stares at you for several seconds. Her blonde hair frames tear-stained cheeks. "You'll... you'll let me go home?"

"If it's possible, yes. If you want to."

Her expression shifts - hope warring with disbelief. "Why?"

"Because this worlds problems shouldn't be yours. Forcing you to stay would make me no different from the slavers that sold you."

Asia squeezes Priestess's shoulder gently. "Come on. Let me show you around. You'll feel better once you see the ship."

Priestess nods slowly, swinging her legs over the bed's edge. The white-gold robes pool around her feet as she stands unsteadily.

C.C. gestures toward Roxanne. "You too. Asia will explain everything."

Roxanne drops to one knee briefly. "Yes, Mistress C.C." She rises smoothly, falling into step behind Asia.

The four women file out. Asia's modified habit leads the way, Priestess walking tentatively beside her. Roxanne's maid uniform barely shifting as she steps. C.C.'s green hair catches light as the door closes behind them.

"Ending broadcast," you send across the telepathy web.

Rin smirks from near the wall. "That went smoother than I expected."

Maria steps beside her, violet eyes amused. "You handled her trauma response well. Offering agency instead of control."

Both women move toward the door. Rin pauses, glancing back. "We'll be in the command center if you need us."

The door clicks shut.

Albedo remains near the foot of the bed, white evening gown pristine. Riveria sits a seat away from you, white lingerie leaving little hidden. Mikasa leans against the opposite wall, Survey Corps jacket unbuttoned. each watch you silently.

The communal bedroom suddenly feels much smaller.

You open your arms, "Ya, this is something I need after all that."

Albedo's clothing vanishes between one blink and the next - white evening gown simply ceasing to exist as her inventory swallows it whole. Her body emerges bare, pale skin luminous against the dim cabin lighting, breasts heavy and perfect, dark nipples already stiffening. Black horns curve elegantly from her head. black feathered wings fold loosely against her back.

Mikasa strips with military efficiency, Survey Corps jacket hitting the floor, followed by her shirt, pants, underwear in quick succession. Her muscular body moves with predatory grace as she steps toward the bed, dark eyes fixed on you with unmistakable hunger.

Riveria leans in first, her jade eyes half-lidded as her lips meet yours. She tastes faintly of salt and melon. Her tongue slides against yours deliberately, exploring your mouth with unhurried confidence. The kiss deepens - wet, heated, her breath catching against your lips before she pulls back slowly.

"My turn," Albedo purrs, crawling onto the bed above you. Her breasts swing forward as she moves, nipples brushing your chest briefly before she presses them against your face. Soft, yielding flesh surrounds you completely. Your back hits the mattress as her weight settles.

You store your clothing mentally as Mikasa unbuttons you - the sensation of fabric vanishing replaced by bare skin against sheets. Albedo crawls higher, straddling your head now. Her thighs frame your vision. Her pussy hovers inches above your mouth - swollen outer lips glistening, pink interior visible between them, clit protruding slightly from its hood.

"Eleven," she breathes, voice thick with anticipation. "Seven more after this and you can finally fuck me properly."

She lowers herself slowly. Your tongue extends, making contact with her slick folds. She tastes complex - sweet and musky simultaneously. You lick upward along her slit, parting her lips with your tongue, feeling her wetness coating your mouth.

Mikasa's hands grip your cock, positioning it against her entrance. She's already wet, inner lips slippery as she grinds forward, using your shaft for lubrication without penetration yet. Her clit drags along your length, her breathing quickening with each pass.

"Fuck," she mutters quietly. "You feel good."

She lifts slightly, angling your cock upward, then sinks down in one smooth motion. Her pussy swallows you completely - hot, tight, inner walls gripping your shaft. She bottoms out with a low groan, hips flush against yours, your cock buried to the hilt inside her.

Albedo's thighs tighten against your head. "Yes," she hisses above you. "Right there. Lick my clit."

You obey, tongue circling the swollen nub. She jerks, wings flaring briefly. Her juices flow heavier, coating your chin.

Your arms lock around Albedo's hips from underneath, fingers spreading across her pale skin as you pull her down firmly against your mouth. Your lips seal around her clit, sucking hard while your tongue circles the swollen nub rapidly. She gasps above you - sharp, surprised.

"Fuck," she hisses. Her thighs clench against your head. "Don't stop-"

You don't. Your tongue flicks faster, maintaining suction, feeling her clit pulse between your lips. Her weight shifts as her hips begin grinding involuntarily against your face. Her wetness coats your chin, slick and hot.

"Yes - right there - fuck, Brad-" Her voice breaks into a moan as her climax hits. Her inner muscles clench, thighs trembling violently against your ears. You feel the waves rolling through her body - her abs contracting, her breathing stopping entirely for three long seconds before she exhales in a shuddering cry.

You don't give her time to recover. Your hands slide up her torso immediately, palms cupping her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples as your tongue returns to her pussy. You lick broad strokes along her slit, tasting the flood of arousal, then focus back on her clit with quick, teasing circles.

"Oh god-" Albedo's voice pitches higher. Her hands grip your hair desperately. "You're not - I can't - fuck, I'm going to-"

Her second climax builds faster, hips bucking erratically against your mouth. You pinch her nipples gently, rolling them between your fingers while sucking her clit again. She shatters with a strangled scream, wings flaring wide, back arching so hard you worry briefly about her spine.

When the spasms finally slow, she lifts off your face unsteadily, breathing hard. Her golden eyes are glazed, pupils blown wide. "Eleven," she whispers hoarsely. "Seven more."

She rises off you onto the bed with shaking legs.

Riveria stands from her seat beside you, jade eyes locked on yours. She reaches behind her back, unhooking her white lace bra. It falls away, revealing small breasts with pale pink nipples. Her matching panties slide down next - no hesitation, just calm deliberation.

"My turn," she says quietly. Her voice carries absolute certainty as she climbs onto the bed, positioning herself above your face. Her thighs frame your vision, her pussy already glistening wet inches from your mouth. "I've been waiting."

You press your lips firmly against Riveria's pussy, creating a loud sucking kiss that makes her gasp sharply. Your hands slide up her flat stomach to cup her small breasts, thumbs circling her pale pink nipples.

"Did sharing our ideas get stuck in your head?" you ask, voice muffled slightly against her slick folds.

Riveria's jade eyes lock onto yours, her breathing already quickening. "Yes," she admits quietly. "I kept thinking about it. About you bending me over that rail, watching the ships while you-" Her words cut off as your tongue circles her clit deliberately.

You focus your attention properly now, reading her responses. Her thighs tense against your ears when you suck her clit between your lips. Her fingers grip your hair - not pulling, just holding - when you lick broad strokes along her entire slit. Her hips shift incrementally when you change rhythm, seeking more pressure.

Elven physiology reducing her vagina's sensitivity, you grope her breasts at the same time. You pinch her nipples gently, rolling them between your fingers while maintaining steady tongue pressure on her clit. Her breathing becomes ragged.

"Brad-" Her voice pitches higher. "Don't stop-"

You don't. You maintain exactly the same pace, same pressure, feeling her building toward climax. Her inner muscles clench, thighs trembling violently against your head. When she breaks, it's with a strangled cry, her back arching off the bed.

You don't give her recovery time. Your tongue continues working her clit through the aftershocks, gentler now but persistent. Your hands keep stimulating her nipples, maintaining the dual sensation that works best for her elven sensitivity.

"Oh god-" Riveria's voice sounds almost panicked. "I can't- it's too-"

You increase pressure slightly, not backing off. Her second climax builds faster than her first. You feel it approaching in how her hips start grinding against your face involuntarily. Your hand releases her breast briefly, reaching up to grip her collar - the simple dog collar she wears as symbol of her voluntary enslavement.

The collar grip combined with continued oral attention pushes her over the edge again. She comes harder this time, crying out sharply, her entire body shaking.

When the spasms finally slow, she lifts off your face, chin glistening. Your hand still holds her collar loosely.

Riveria stares at you with glazed jade eyes, breathing hard. "Two," she whispers hoarsely. "You gave me two."

Mikasa continues riding you steadily throughout, her pussy gripping your cock with each thrust, watching Riveria's pleasure with visible arousal.

You release Riveria's collar, hands sliding down to grip her hips as she lifts herself off your face. Her jade eyes are still glazed, breathing unsteady as she moves aside onto the bed beside you.

Your attention shifts fully to Mikasa. She's still riding you steadily, hips rolling in smooth circles, pussy gripping your cock with each motion. Her dark eyes lock onto yours.

"Lean forward," you order quietly. "Ride me to your climax."

Mikasa obeys immediately, leaning forward so her breasts press against your chest, her face hovering inches above yours. Her rhythm changes - shorter strokes, faster, grinding her clit against your pelvis with each thrust. Her breathing quickens against your mouth.

You reach up, wrapping your hand firmly around her throat - holding her gently in place. Her pulse hammers against your palm. You pull her into a deep kiss, tongue sliding into her mouth aggressively. She moans against your lips, hips never stopping their motion.

You release her throat, breaking the kiss. Your hands drop to her breasts, cupping them roughly, thumbs circling her nipples. "Come with me," you tell her.

Mikasa's eyes widen slightly - then she does. Her pussy clamps down hard around your cock, inner walls rippling. She cries out sharply, back arching, muscles going rigid. You thrust upward hard, burying yourself completely inside her, feeling your own climax building.

You come together - her pussy milking your cock as you fill her, both of you groaning through the shared release. Her orgasm seems to last forever, waves of pleasure rolling through her body visibly.

But you don't stop.

As soon as the first spasms begin fading, you grip her hips firmly and resume thrusting upward. Mikasa gasps, eyes flying open in surprise.

"Brad - I can't - it's too sensitive-"

"My Mikasa can," you tell her, maintaining your pace. Your cock is still hard inside her, slick with both your releases. You angle your hips slightly, hitting the spot that makes her whimper.

Her protest dies into a moan. Her hands grip your shoulders desperately as you continue driving into her. The oversensitivity makes everything more intense - every thrust sends shocks through her nervous system. Her thighs tremble violently against your hips.

"Oh god - Brad - fuck-" Her voice breaks as her second climax approaches faster than her first. You feel it building in how her pussy starts clenching rhythmically around you again.

You pinch her nipples tight. That pushes her over. She comes again with a strangled scream, collapsing onto your chest, entire body shaking uncontrollably. You hold her through it, cock still buried deep, letting her ride out every aftershock.

You wrap your arms around Mikasa as her second orgasm fades, feeling her body gradually stop trembling against yours. Her pussy continues pulsing weakly around your cock, milking out the last aftershocks. She's breathing hard against your neck, sweat dampening her skin where it presses to yours. You stroke her back gently, enjoying the warmth of her breasts flattened against your chest.

"I've got you," you murmur, holding her through the recovery.

After a minute, her breathing steadies. She lifts her head slightly, dark eyes meeting yours with visible satisfaction. You shift your arms outward in invitation.

"Come here."

Albedo moves first, pressing against your left side. Her pale skin is still flushed from her earlier dual climax, wings folding loosely behind her as she wraps one arm across your chest. Riveria approaches from the right more slowly, her jade eyes thoughtful as she settles against you. Her small breasts press to your ribs, collar cool against your shoulder.

Mikasa remains mounted on your cock, not moving to dismount yet. All three women rest against you quietly.

"Thank you," you tell them seriously. "I needed this. After handling Priestess's trauma... that's always delicate."

"You did well with her," Riveria says quietly. "Explaining her death gently. Offering choices without pressure."

"Asia will help," Albedo adds. "She understands clerical frameworks better than any of us. Priestess needs someone who speaks her language spiritually."

You nod, stroking Albedo and Riveria's backs absently. "I need to enchant tonight's Navy ships before I forget. But first - we learned about five new travelers today. Yugito Nii, Boa Hancock, Akame, Esdeath, Tatsumaki. Sandra's reports say they're all sedated. Should I try scrying to check on them now, or leave it until morning when we hear if their sellers agree to my terms?"

Albedo's golden eyes narrow thoughtfully. "How long have they been captive?"

"Hmm, One to three weeks depending on when they were caught."

"Then time is functionally irrelevant," Riveria observes. "If they're properly sedated, they're experiencing no distress. Scrying now won't change their condition."

"And sellers likely have them protected in various ways," Albedo continues. "Faraday cages, lead-lined rooms, underground bunkers. Scrying might fail entirely or trigger defensive measures."

Mikasa shifts slightly on your cock. "You're tired," she says bluntly. "Emotional labor drains you. Save your energy for the Navy enchantments."

"Morning reconnaissance makes more tactical sense," Riveria agrees. "After sellers respond, you'll know which ones to prioritize."

Albedo nods. "And if any seller refuses your terms, you can scry immediately to determine if rescue is necessary."

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