Chapter 126: Rewarding Latifa and Isuzu, Albedo. Waking up with Oriax +18

You re-equip clothing that materializes around you, the fabric settling comfortably into place. Closing the door gently behind you as you savor the night's memories walking down the hall to the dungeon passageway.

You step through into the multidimensional library on Nazarick's thousandth and second floor. Jibril sits at her usual desk near the center spiral, surrounded by stacks of documentation from today's resurrection operations. She looks up as you arrive, wings folding neatly behind her.

"Master Blank," she greets you warmly. "The resurrection documentation is proceeding smoothly. Tomorrow's sites have been prioritized by victim count."

"Good work," you tell her. You gesture toward the Infinite Stratos portal at the library's eastern wall, speaking the changing spell. The water surface ripples before showing you Grayfia's quarters in the fancy apartments.

Grayfia lies asleep in her bed, silver hair spread across dark pillows. Oriax occupies the next room, also deeply asleep. The scrying shifts to show Yor's room, where she rests peacefully beneath blankets. Fiona's quarters show similar stillness.

"Damn," you mutter quietly. "I'd intended to reward them properly for coordinating Charlotte's exchange, but the Carne Manor residents took longer than anticipated."

Jibril tilts her head slightly. "They performed admirably during the planning phase. Perhaps tomorrow would serve equally well for recognition?"

"Yes," you agree. "I'll make it up to them then."

You dismiss the scrying with a gesture and travel again through the dungeon passageway, this time connecting to Amagi Brilliant Park. The passage deposits you in the hallway outside Princess Latifa's meeting chambers. Soft carpet muffles your footsteps as you approach the door.

You enter without knocking, pushing the door open smoothly. The meeting room is empty, but the adjacent door to Latifa's personal quarters stands slightly ajar. Warm lamplight spills through the gap.

You close the door behind you and cross to the bedroom entrance to look inside. Lucy lies curled on Latifa's bed, pink hair fanned across silk pillows. She's still wearing her tour guide outfit from this afternoon, clearly having fallen asleep before changing. Her breathing is deep and even.

Princess Latifa sits in a chair beside the bed, a book open in her lap. She looks up as you enter, her young face showing mild surprise.

"Master Blank," she says softly, keeping her voice low to avoid waking Lucy. "I didn't expect you at this hour. Isuzu carried Lucy here after she exhausted herself leading tours with Lacus this afternoon. She fell asleep almost immediately after arriving."

Latifa closes her book and sets it aside on the small table next to her chair.

You turn your attention toward Princess Latifa, who rises from her chair with graceful precision. Her young face shows curiosity at your unexpected arrival.

"May I speak with Isuzu?" you ask quietly, gesturing toward the door.

Latifa nods once and crosses to the adjacent room, returning moments later with Isuzu. The military-trained park coordinator enters wearing her standard uniform, musket holstered at her hip. Her expression remains professionally neutral despite the late hour.

"Master Blank," Isuzu greets you with a slight bow. "Is there something you need?"

You step closer, reaching up to gently cup her face. Isuzu's eyes widen fractionally but she doesn't pull away.

"I wanted to thank you for watching over Lucy this evening," you tell her, brushing your thumb across her cheek. "I hear she adorably exhausted herself leading Lacus through a tour."

"It was no trouble," Isuzu replies, though her voice carries less certainty than usual. "Lucy is dedicated to welcoming new residents."

You lean in and press a soft kiss to her lips. Isuzu stiffens initially, then gradually relaxes into it. When you pull back, her cheeks show faint color.

"The park's attendance has been increasing steadily," you observe. "How are operations handling the growth?"

Isuzu takes a moment to compose herself before answering. "We've seen approximately twelve percent attendance increase over the past week. Moffle is coordinating with local security services to manage larger crowds. The expanded food vendors are handling demand well."

"Good," you murmur, trailing your fingers down her neck. "And the residents seem comfortable in their increasing roles?"

"Yes," Isuzu confirms, her breathing growing slightly uneven. "Lucy adapted quickly to tour coordination. Lacus enjoyed the tour, until she returned after Lucy fell asleep."

You kiss her again, slower this time, feeling her body responding despite her maintained composure. Your hands trace gentle patterns across her shoulders.

"Would you like me to put you to sleep tonight?" you ask against her ear.

Isuzu pulls back just enough to meet your gaze. Understanding dawns in her amber eyes.

"I... yes," she says quietly. "I would appreciate that."

You guide her toward the nearby couch while Princess Latifa sits next to her. Isuzu sits with military straightness initially, hands folded in her lap.

"Relax," you tell her gently, kneeling before her. "This is a reward, not a duty."

You reach for the fastenings of her uniform pants.

You unfasten the clasps of Isuzu's uniform jacket, sliding it from her shoulders while maintaining deep eye contact. She draws a sharp breath when your fingers trace along her collarbone.

"Master Blank," Isuzu begins, then falls silent as you capture her lips again.

The uniform falls away piece by piece. Her military bearing wavers with each layer removed until she sits bare before you, amber eyes wide and uncertain. You guide her gently back against the couch cushions.

"Relax," you murmur, positioning yourself between her thighs. "Let go of that control you always maintain."

Your mouth finds her heat. Isuzu gasps, hands flying to grip the couch edge. Her military discipline holds for perhaps thirty seconds before crumbling entirely.

"Oh," she breathes, then louder. "Oh god, that's..."

You work her with patient deliberation, feeling her thighs trembling against your shoulders. Her breathing grows ragged. When her climax hits, Isuzu cries out sharply, back arching off the cushions. Her hands clutch at your hair desperately.

You withdraw slowly and turn your attention to Princess Latifa, who watches from her chair with flushed cheeks. She rises without prompting as you approach.

"Your turn," you tell her gently.

Latifa's dress slides away under your careful touch. Despite her youthful appearance, she shows no shyness as fabric pools around her feet. You guide her to the couch beside the still-gasping Isuzu.

"I've wanted this," Latifa confesses quietly as you kneel before her.

You respond by pressing your mouth to her center. Latifa's composure shatters immediately. Her elegant bearing dissolves into desperate moaning as you lap at her steadily.

"Please," she whimpers. "Please don't stop."

Her first climax arrives quickly, her small body shuddering with surprising intensity. You feel her fingers tangle in your hair, holding you against her.

When she relaxes slightly, you position yourself between both women, alternating attention. Your hands work Isuzu's sensitive flesh while your mouth focuses on Latifa. Then you switch, bringing them both higher together.

"I can't," Isuzu gasps. "Too much, I'm going to..."

"Together," you tell them both firmly.

You increase pressure and pace on both simultaneously. Latifa reaches blindly for Isuzu's hand, gripping it tight. Their second climaxes crash through them nearly in unison. Both women cry out, bodies trembling violently.

You continue without mercy, pushing them toward third and fourth peaks. Isuzu's voice breaks on desperate sobs. Latifa's elegant composure has vanished completely, replaced by raw need.

By their fifth orgasms, both women can barely form words. By the sixth, they've stopped trying entirely. Isuzu loses consciousness first, body going slack against the cushions. Latifa follows moments later, collapsing against her companion.

You speak cleaning cantrips over both, then arrange them comfortably on the bed with blankets tucked around their naked forms. Lucy continues sleeping peacefully, telekinetically lifted from Latifa's bed, undisturbed by the sounds or movement.

You lower Lucy gently into your arms, cradling her sleeping form against your chest. Her pink hair falls across your arm as her breathing remains deep and undisturbed.

The dungeon passage opens at your approach, silver light defining its edges. You step through into Nazarick's throne room, the vast chamber empty and quiet at this hour. Lucy shifts slightly in your arms but doesn't wake as you navigate familiar corridors toward the residential floors.

Her bedroom door opens soundlessly. The room is modest but comfortable, decorated in soft pinks and whites that match her hair. You lower her onto the bed, arranging pillows beneath her head. Lucy murmurs something unintelligible, turning onto her side.

You pull blankets up around her shoulders, tucking them in gently. She looks younger in sleep, the energetic tour guide persona replaced by innocent rest. You brush a strand of pink hair from her forehead before turning away.

Albedo's quarters are several floors higher in Nazarick's residential section. The door to her chambers stands slightly ajar, warm lamplight visible through the gap. You push it open to find her seated at her writing desk, still dressed in her white gown despite the late hour.

"Master Blank," Albedo says immediately, rising from her chair. Papers covered in administrative notes spread across the desk surface behind her. "I didn't expect you tonight. Is something wrong with the resurrection operations?"

"Nothing's wrong," you tell her, crossing the room in three strides. "You've been managing the Elf Kingdom integration flawlessly. I came to reward you properly for that."

Albedo's golden eyes widen fractionally. "Master, you don't need to reward me for doing my duty. Managing the resurrections and coordinating provisional governance is simply what I should do as your servant."

"I know I don't need to," you say, cupping her face gently. "I want you."

You lean in and kiss her deeply. Albedo melts against you immediately, her composed administrator bearing dissolving as she responds with desperate intensity. Her hands clutch at your shoulders.

"Master Blank," she breathes when you finally break the kiss. "I've been hoping you'd come to me tonight, but I didn't want to presume after you spent the evening with so many others."

"You organized the redevelopment of the Elven Kingdom while dealing with nearly five hundred resurrected people today," you tell her firmly, trailing your fingers down her neck. "You coordinated with Gabriel's administrative support, managed Therindor's military governance questions, and handled Sylvara's supply logistics concerns. You deserve reward for that."

Albedo's breathing grows unsteady as your hands trace patterns across her collarbone. "I live to serve you," she whispers. "Knowing you're pleased with my work is reward enough."

"You're getting more than that tonight," you say, beginning to unfasten her gown.

Albedo's white gown slides away beneath your hands, revealing pale skin that gleams in lamplight. She responds to your kiss with desperate hunger, administrative restraint dissolving completely.

"Master Blank," she breathes against your mouth. "I've needed this. Managing the resurrections, coordinating with Gabriel's support, handling Therindor's governance questions... it feels like days since we had time together."

You press her back onto the bed, positioning yourself above her. "You're receiving your reward now," you tell her firmly.

The first penetration draws a sharp cry from Albedo's lips. Her nails dig into your shoulders as you begin deliberately moving slow. Each thrust is measured, patient, designed to draw out sensation rather than rush toward release.

"Yes," Albedo gasps. "Just like that. Don't rush."

You maintain the gentle rhythm, watching her golden eyes lose focus as pleasure builds steadily. Her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you deeper. The lamplight catches on the sheen of sweat forming across her collarbone.

Minutes pass before you gradually increase pace. Albedo's breathing grows ragged, her composed administrator bearing completely abandoned. When her first climax hits, she cries out sharply, body arching beneath you.

"More," she manages when she can speak again. "Please, Master Blank, I need more."

You comply, varying your rhythm to keep her constantly stimulated without letting her settle into predictable patterns. Sometimes you move with rapid intensity, driving her toward peaks of sensation. Other times you slow almost to stillness, drawing out anticipation until she whimpers with need.

Her second climax rolls through her harder than the first. The third leaves her sobbing your name. By the fourth, she's melted into your arms.

You continue through the pre-dawn hours, giving Albedo the sustained attention she's craved. She achieves seven climaxes total before you feel your own fourth release approaching. You increase pace one final time, pushing deep as you finish.

Albedo cries out weakly, her body convulsing around you in an eighth climax. When you withdraw, she collapses against the mattress, chest heaving desperately.

"Thank you," she whispers. "That was perfect. I needed to forget the administrative burden for just a while."

You speak a cleaning cantrip over both bodies, then pull blankets up around her. Albedo's eyes drift closed despite obvious attempts to stay conscious.

"Sleep," you tell her gently. "The administration can wait a few more hours."

She murmurs something unintelligible, already slipping away. Within moments her breathing evens into deep sleep.

You rise from the bed and re-equip clothing. The window shows the sky beginning to lighten with approaching pre-dawn. You leave Albedo sleeping peacefully beneath her blankets, her chest rising and falling in deep exhaustion. The dungeon passage opens at your approach, silver light defining its edges as you step through into Nazarick's throne room.

The multidimensional library on floor 1102 stretches vast and silent around you when you arrive. Crystalline shelves hold knowledge from countless worlds, their contents organized by Jibril's meticulous cataloging. You locate the Infinite Stratos portal easily, its surface shimmering with familiar energy.

The hotel room beyond is dark and quiet. Heavy curtains block out dawn light attempting to filter through windows overlooking the city. Oriax lies curled on her side beneath white sheets, her silver hair spread across dark pillows. The room carries faint scents of expensive perfume and laundered linens.

You approach the bed silently, sliding beneath blankets with careful stealth. Oriax's breathing remains steady as you settle against her back, wrapping one arm around her waist. Her skin feels warm through the thin nightgown she wears.

She stirs slightly at the contact but doesn't wake immediately. You press closer, lips brushing against her neck. Your hand slides upward across her stomach to cup one breast gently.

"Mmm," Oriax murmurs, still mostly asleep. Her body relaxes further against you.

You kiss her shoulder, then the curve of her jaw. Your thumb circles over fabric covering her nipple until it hardens beneath your touch. She makes a soft pleased sound.

"Good morning," you whisper against her ear.

Oriax's eyes flutter open. She turns her head slightly, recognition dawning in purple eyes. "Master Blank," she breathes. "I wasn't expecting you until later."

"I wanted to wake up with you," you tell her, continuing to caress her breast while your other hand traces patterns across her hip.

She arches slightly into your touch, pressing back against you. "That's very thoughtful," she says, voice still husky with sleep. "Though you're making it difficult to think about anything practical."

You kiss her properly then, rolling her onto her back so you can claim her mouth thoroughly. Oriax responds immediately, hands sliding up to grip your shoulders. When you finally break apart, she's breathing harder.

"Now then," you say, propping yourself on one elbow while your free hand continues exploring her curves through silk fabric. "Grayfia and Yor have been making excellent progress approaching Charles regarding Charlotte. How are you and Fiona proceeding with your research on Laura?"

Oriax takes a moment to gather her thoughts, clearly distracted by your wandering hand. "We've been thorough," she finally manages. "Major Orimura Chifuyu holds significant leverage over Laura's decisions. The girl views Chifuyu as a combination of mentor, commanding officer, and idealized authority figure. Any recruitment approach needs Chifuyu's approval, or it will fail regardless of what Laura herself might want."