Chapter 140: Neia’s +18 display. Charlotte’s fashion game

Arche shifts against you, her breathing growing heavier as her hands brace against your chest. She begins crawling upward, pausing when her breasts hang level with your face. You capture one nipple between your lips, sucking gently while your tongue circles the hardened peak.

"Ah," she gasps, back arching to press more fully against your mouth. "Master..."

You release her with a soft pop, immediately claiming the other breast with equal attention. Your hands slide up to cup the soft flesh, fingertips brushing across the wet skin where your mouth just was. Arche trembles, continuing her slow ascent until her hips hover directly above your face.

The lamplight catches on the glistening evidence of her arousal. She looks down at you, brown eyes dark with need, voice dropping to something breathless and pleading. "Please. I need... please taste me."

Your answer comes in action rather than words. You lean up, pressing an open-mouthed kiss directly against her center. Arche's entire body jerks at the contact, a strangled moan escaping her throat. You begin exploring her with your tongue, alternating between long slow licks and focused attention on the small bundle of nerves that makes her thighs quiver.

"Oh gods," she breathes, one hand flying to her mouth to muffle the sounds threatening to spill out. "That's... I can't..."

Your hands grip her thighs, kneading the tense muscles as you continue. Her hips begin moving in small involuntary circles, seeking more. You provide it, sucking gently on her clit while two fingers massage the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Arche's breathing grows ragged, her control fracturing with each passing moment. "Master, I'm going to... please don't stop, please..."

You continue, tongue working in steady rhythm as her entire body begins trembling. When the climax hits, Arche cries out behind her hand, thighs clamping around your head as waves of pleasure crash through her. You continue gentling her through it, gradually softening your touch as the tremors subside.

She collapses sideways onto the bed, chest heaving, face flushed and eyes glazed with satisfaction. You shift to lie beside her, pulling her against your chest as her breathing slowly returns to normal. Your fingers trace idle patterns along her spine.

"Thank you," she whispers eventually, voice drowsy. "That was... exactly what I needed."

You lean down to capture one nipple again, sucking softly while your other hand finds her clit, providing gentle pressure without urgency. Arche makes a small sound of confused pleasure, too exhausted to do more than accept the continued attention. You work slowly, methodically, appreciating the slender curves of her body as she gradually relaxes into boneless contentment.

When her breathing deepens into the rhythm of approaching sleep, you release her breast with one final kiss. A whispered cantrip leaving both of you clean. You dress in the lamplight, then pull the white sheet up to cover Arche's naked form.

She's already asleep before you reach the door.

You step back into the main hall where Charlotte and Neia sit together on opposing couches near the hearth. Charlotte's blue-trimmed costume matches Neia's red-trimmed version perfectly, both women maintaining careful posture despite the revealing cut of their outfits. Their conversation stops the moment you enter.

Neia straightens immediately, hands smoothing down the front of her costume in an unconscious gesture. Charlotte's blue eyes track your movement across the room with careful attention, her breathing controlled but visible.

"Neia," you say quietly, stopping a few paces from where she sits. "Would you be willing to demonstrate for Charlotte what will happen tonight? While she's seen others, seeing what she'll receive might help more than explaining."

Neia's face flushes crimson. Her mouth opens, closes, then opens again. "I... you mean..." Her gaze darts to Charlotte, then back to you. "Right here?"

"If you're comfortable with that," you confirm. "Otherwise we can go to your room privately."

Charlotte leans forward slightly, fingers tightening around the armrest of her couch. Her expression remains controlled, but something shifts behind her eyes, recognition perhaps, or calculation.

Neia swallows hard. She glances once more at Charlotte, then back to you, before nodding jerkily. "Here is... here is fine." Her voice barely rises above a whisper. "If it helps Charlotte understand."

You move to sit beside her on the couch. Neia's breathing quickens as your fingers find the ties holding her costume closed. You work them loose slowly, deliberately, maintaining eye contact while the fabric falls away piece by piece.

"This is what happens," you say softly, speaking to both women now. "Nothing more than this tonight. No penetration. Just pleasure."

Neia's costume opens completely, revealing her breasts and the soft curve of her stomach. She makes a small sound in the back of her throat as your hand cups one breast gently, fingers brushing across her nipple until it hardens beneath your touch.

Charlotte watches from her couch with absolute stillness. Her blue eyes track every movement, every touch, the slight shiver that runs through Neia's body when you lean down to press a kiss just below her navel.

"Lie back," you murmur against Neia's skin. She obeys immediately, stretching out along the length of the couch while you kneel beside her. Your hands move to part her thighs, positioning yourself between them while maintaining that slow deliberate pace.

Neia's entire body trembles. Her hands grip the couch cushions, knuckles white, breathing coming in short uneven gasps even before you've properly begun.

You glance up at Charlotte once more before lowering your mouth to Neia's center, a mix of performance and care. Her entire body goes rigid the instant your tongue makes contact, a strangled gasp escaping her throat as her hands fly to grip the couch cushions.

"Oh gods," she breathes, voice already trembling. "That's... I can't..."

You ignore her protests, focusing entirely on the rhythm of your movements, the pressure and pattern specifically to overwhelm her. Neia's thighs shake against your shoulders, her breathing becoming increasingly ragged as you work.

Charlotte remains motionless on the opposite couch, blue eyes tracking every detail with that same controlled analytical precision. Her knuckles are white where she grips the armrest.

Neia's climax hits hard and sudden. Her back arches completely off the couch, mouth opening in a silent scream before sound finally tears free in a broken cry. You don't stop, continuing the steady rhythm to extend the sensation until she's thrashing helplessly, hands pushing weakly at your shoulders.

"Please," she gasps. "Please, I can't... it's too much..."

You finally ease off, pressing one last gentle kiss before sitting back. Neia collapses boneless against the cushions, chest heaving, eyes unfocused and glazed.

"Questions?" you ask Charlotte, tone conversational as though you hadn't just reduced Neia to incoherent trembling with your tongue.

Charlotte's jaw works silently for several seconds before she manages, "How... how long does that usually last?"

"Depends on the person." You reach out to run your hand along Neia's thigh, feeling her twitch at the touch. "Some can take more than others. You'll discover your own limits soon enough."

"And that's... that's all?" Charlotte's voice remains controlled, but there's an edge of something beneath it. Calculation perhaps, or fear disguised as analysis.

"That's all, for tonight." you confirm, your fingers continue tracing patterns on Neia's skin. "I enjoy the innocence and purity that normally accompanies the title of virgin."

"While I reserve the right to claim or enjoy my women as much as I want, in any way that I want, they all tend to have a rather large amount of their day to themselves or training." Beneath your touch, Neia's breathing begins shifting again, her body responding despite the exhaustion written across her features.

When you lower your mouth to her again, Neia's whimper comes immediate and desperate. This time the buildup is slower, more deliberate, drawing out her responses until she's begging incoherently.

The second climax breaks over her in waves, each one pulling fresh cries from her throat until she finally goes limp, tears of overwhelmed sensation tracking down her flushed cheeks.

You stand, gathering Neia into your arms in a smooth motion. She makes a small sound of confusion as you adjust your grip, one hand cupping her breast while positioning her so her glistening arousal faces directly toward Charlotte.

"You were born a little girl and as you grew into a young woman you always knew you would experience this eventually in some manner or another. The choice you have now is rejecting and throwing a tantrum or embracing the deal you made when you completed your father's exchange with data France will never be able to use." you tell Charlotte, meeting her wide blue eyes. "Think about it while you wait."

Charlotte says nothing, but her breathing has quickened noticeably.

You carry Neia down the hallway toward her bedroom, leaving Charlotte alone in the main hall.

You carry Neia inside her bedroom, the lamplight casting warm shadows across walls decorated with weaponry displays she's been collecting. She remains draped across your arms, breathing still uneven, eyes half-closed with exhaustion.

You lower her onto the bed with care. She stretches out naturally, limbs loose and boneless, making no attempt to cover herself. The flush hasn't entirely faded from her cheeks.

"Master," she murmurs, voice hoarse. "That was..."

"Overwhelming?" you suggest, settling beside her. Your hand finds her breast, fingertip brushing across the nipple until it hardens beneath your touch. She shivers.

"Yes." Her hips shift slightly. "I didn't know... I mean, Charlotte looked so frightened, but now I understand why you wanted me to demonstrate."

You lower your mouth to her other breast, sucking gently while your free hand slides down to cup her center. She's still slick with arousal, body responding immediately despite the recent climaxes.

"She needs to understand what to expect," you say against her skin. "Seeing it happen to someone else provides context."

Neia nods shakily, her breathing quickening again as your thumb finds her clit and begins slow circles. "Will it... will it always be like that?"

"Like what?"

"So intense." Her voice catches. "I felt like I was coming apart."

"You were." You increase the pressure slightly. "That's the point."

She whimpers softly, thighs falling open wider despite her obvious exhaustion. You continue the gentle stimulation, alternating between her breasts and that sensitive bundle of nerves, watching her reactions with patient attention.

"I still can't believe Charlotte chose me to stay with her," Neia whispers eventually. "Instead of Arche."

"She chose strategically." You release her nipple with a soft pop. "You're both newcomers. Arche would have made her feel inadequate by comparison."

Neia considers this, processing through the haze of continued arousal. "That's... actually really smart of her."

You murmur a cleaning cantrip, leaving both of you fresh without the chill of water. Neia sighs contentedly as you pull a smooth blanket up over her naked form, tucking it around her shoulders.

"Sleep now," you tell her quietly. "Tomorrow you can talk to her more."

Her eyes are already closing. "Thank you, Master. For everything."

You stand while she drifts into sleep. When you glance back from the doorway, she's curled on her side beneath the blanket, breathing deep and even.

The hallway feels cooler after Neia's warm room. You make your way back toward the main hall, footsteps quiet against polished wood.

Charlotte sits exactly where you left her, blue-trimmed costume still perfectly arranged, posture rigid on the couch near the hearth. Her hands rest in her lap, fingers laced together with white-knuckle pressure. She watches your approach with careful blue eyes, expression controlled but jaw tight.

You stop a few paces away, waiting.

Charlotte's gaze travels down your body, then back up to meet your eyes. Her breathing remains measured, deliberate.

The silence stretches. Fire crackles softly behind her.

Finally, she speaks. "How long were you with her?"

You glance around the main hall, noting the absence of any timepiece on the walls. A soft chuckle escapes your throat.

"She wasn't able to keep track of time," you observe aloud. "Leave it to a magic mansion to forget to put a clock on the wall."

As you speak, silver light begins manifesting on the wall near the hearth. Within seconds, an elegant timepiece materializes, its face showing precisely 10:41pm. Charlotte's blue eyes widen fractionally as she watches the creation complete itself.

"I put Neia to sleep much gentler than I worked her up," you continue, settling onto the couch opposite Charlotte. "Maybe eight minutes total. But the actual time doesn't interest you, does it? You're using questions to buy time."

Charlotte's jaw tightens. Her fingers press harder against her lap, knuckles pale. She holds your gaze without flinching, though her breathing remains controlled and deliberate.

"I have a simple deal for you," you say quietly. "Just like the fashion show you had with the little ones earlier. You can ask questions. For every answer you get, you have to remove a piece of clothing of my choice. When you're out of clothing, you offer yourself."

The silence stretches between you. Charlotte's blue eyes search your face, clearly calculating the implications.

"And if I refuse?" she asks, voice steady despite the tension in her shoulders.

"Then we proceed directly to what you already know is inevitable." You lean back slightly, making your posture deliberately casual. "This way, you get even more information. You get to understand more about what's happening before it happens. That's valuable, isn't it?"

Charlotte's gaze drops to her lap for three heartbeats, then returns to meet yours. "What kind of questions?"

"Whatever you want to know." You spread your hands. "About the household. About expectations. About what happens next. About why I do things the way I do them. Any question that genuinely matters to you."

She swallows visibly. Her fingers uncurl from their white-knuckle grip, resting flat against her thighs instead. The blue trim of her witch costume catches the lamplight.

"Alright," Charlotte says finally, voice quiet but clear. "I accept your deal."

"Good." You settle more comfortably against the couch cushions. "Ask your first question."

Charlotte takes a slow breath. "Why do you keep emphasizing that virginity is preserved? What difference does it actually make to you?"

"Practical answer or philosophical answer?" you ask.

Her lips press together briefly. "Both."

"Practically, virginity represents innocence and purity," you begin. "Something untouched, something that can only be given once. I value that specifically because it's irreplaceable. Afterword I then get to savor the knowledge that I'm their only male partner, a bit hypocritical I admit, though harems are very functional logically. Philosophically, preserving it while still providing pleasure demonstrates that intimacy exists on a spectrum. It's not all-or-nothing. Understanding that difference matters for everyone here."

Charlotte processes this silently for several seconds. "That's actually... more thoughtful than I expected."

"I'll take that as a compliment." You gesture toward her costume. "Now. Remove your hat."