Chapter 169: +18 Nami’s bonus. Maria’s therapy.

You let the tension build for just a heartbeat longer - your tongue circling her clit in lazy, careful spirals while her thigh trembles against your shoulder. Then you seal your lips around that swollen bud and suck, hard, flicking the tip of your tongue across it in rapid strokes.

Bulma's orgasm hits like a circuit overload. Her spine arches, blue ponytail whipping as her head snaps back, both hands gripping your hair so tight it stings. "Oh god - oh fuck - YES!" Her pussy clenches against nothing, juices flooding your chin as her hips grind forward involuntarily. You don't stop - slowing but maintaining contact, drawing out the aftershocks with soft licks that make her whole body shudder.

She sags against the workbench, breathing in ragged gasps. You press one final kiss against her oversensitive clit - she flinches with a whimper - then trail your mouth upward. Across her inner thigh, the crease of her hip, her stomach. You pause at her navel, tongue dipping briefly, before continuing the ascent to her chest.

Her breasts are magnificent - full and heavy, the kind that defy gravity only because she's young. You take her left nipple between your lips, sucking gently, and she sighs, one hand resting on the back of your head.

"You came fast," you murmur against her skin, lips brushing the stiffened peak. "Must have been expecting your perfect boyfriend to give you a special treat."

Bulma's eyes snap open. "You are never - never - going to let that down, are you?"

"Would your perfect boyfriend?"

She grabs your face with both hands and kisses you - long, deep, tasting herself on your tongue. When she pulls back, her cheeks are flushed, blue eyes bright with a mix of embarrassment and defiance. Then she guides your head back down to her chest, pressing her nipple against your lips.

"Shut up and enjoy my breasts, you boob-obsessed pervert."

You obey. For several minutes you lose yourself in the soft weight of her tits - alternating between them, sucking, licking, gently biting until she gasps. Her fingers card through your hair, occasionally tugging when you find a particularly sensitive spot. She's warm and pliant beneath your hands, her breathing steadying from the aftermath of her climax into something slower, more content.

Eventually you pull back, pressing one last kiss to the valley between her breasts. "I need to head to the bridge. You've got corpses to prep."

"Mm." Bulma stretches, arms above her head, breasts lifting. "Don't distract me again when I'm working."

"No promises."

You leave her pulling her shirt back on, blue ponytail disheveled, a satisfied flush still coloring her cheeks. The corridor to the bridge takes minutes - you pass a pair of mind-controlled crew members carrying cleaning supplies, their half-naked forms moving with efficient purpose.

The bridge is dim except for console lights casting blue-green shadows across the command stations. Nami stands in the center of the room, eyes squeezed shut, orange hair swaying as she bounces on her heels, fists pumping the air.

"Yes! YES! Get him, Erza! Oh that was beautiful-"

She's watching the assault through the Telepathy Web, living every slash and grapple vicariously. You approach silently from behind, sliding your hands up beneath her shirt. Your palms find the warm plane of her stomach, fingers tracing upward.

Nami's eyes stay closed. A smile spreads across her face. "Mm. I know those hands."

She leans back into you, her ass pressing against your hips. She can feel your erection against her and she rolls her hips deliberately, grinding back against your member through your cargo pants.

"Someone's as excited as I am," she teases, voice breathy.

Your hands continue upward, sliding beneath her bra. You cup her breasts - full and soft, nipples already stiff against your palms. You squeeze gently, kneading the flesh, and she arches her back with a low moan.

You press your mouth to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. She tilts her head, giving you access, her breathing quickening.

"I'm very ready to claim my Nami," you murmur against her skin. "But that will be tomorrow. On the Icon."

Her whole body shivers. "Tomorrow," she repeats, almost reverently.

"Right now I'm going to enjoy slowly giving you your captain's bonus." You grip her breasts firmer, thumbs circling her nipples. "Knowing you're already begging for your next."

"I'm not begging-"

You pull her shirt over her head in one smooth motion. Her bra follows - unclasped, slid down her arms, discarded on the console beside her. Her breasts bounce free in the dim light, nipples dark and erect.

You guide her forward, pressing her down onto the captain's chair. She goes willingly, gasping as the leather meets her bare back. You grip both her ankles, lifting her legs high, hiking her skirt up around her waist.

Her panties are soaked through - the thin fabric clinging to her pussy, the outline of her swollen lips visible through the damp cotton. You lower your mouth and kiss her there, pressing your lips against her pussy through the wet material. She cries out, hips bucking.

"Brad-"

You hook your fingers into her panties and draw them up her legs - slowly, deliberately - stopping at her calves where you leave them bunched around her ankles. You press her thighs together, the position pinning her legs upright, her pussy exposed and glistening between her pressed-together thighs.

You lean in and drag your tongue across her slit - slow, from bottom to top, gathering her wetness. She's dripping, her arousal coating your chin immediately. You seal your lips around her clit and suck gently, tongue prodding rapidly.

"Oh fuck - oh god-" Nami's hands grip the armrests of the captain's chair, leather creaking. Her thighs tremble against each other, the pressure of being held together making every shudder more intense. You work her clit - circling, sucking, flicking - building her toward the edge patiently.

"Captain's bonus," she pants, orange hair splayed across the chair back. "Best - fucking - bonus - ever-"

You slow your efforts, pulling back from her clit to trace lazy circles around it instead. Nami's hips chase your mouth, seeking the pressure you've withdrawn.

"Don't stop - I was so close-"

"I know." You press a soft kiss directly against her swollen bud, then retreat again. "But you said you weren't begging."

"I - that's -" Her fingers tighten in your hair. "You're such an asshole."

You drag your tongue flat and slow across her entire slit, gathering her wetness. She shudders, thighs trembling against each other where they're pressed together above her bunched panties. You build her again - circling, sucking gently, then backing off just as her breathing quickens. Three times you bring her to the edge. Three times you deny her.

By the fourth approach, Nami's pride has crumbled entirely. "Please - please, I need - I'm begging, okay? I'm begging you, please let me cum-"

You seal your lips around her clit and suck sharply, tongue flicking. Her orgasm crashes through her - violent, her whole body seizing as she screams your name. Her pussy gushes against your chin, thighs clamping together so hard you feel the muscle tremor. You don't release your pressure, drawing out every spasm, extending the peak until she's whimpering and pushing at your head.

"Too much - too much - oh god-"

You ease off gradually, pressing softer kisses against her oversensitive flesh as the aftershocks roll through her. Then you trail upward - kissing her inner thighs, her stomach, taking each nipple into your mouth in turn. She sighs beneath you, boneless and flushed, one hand stroking your hair.

"Captain's bonus complete," you murmur against her breast.

"Mmm." She stretches like a cat, orange hair fanned across the chair. "Best bonus ever."

You kiss her lips softly, tasting her arousal still on your mouth. "So. Tomorrow on the Icon."

Her eyes light up. "My ship. My captain's chair."

"About that." You brush damp hair from her forehead. "The cleanliness enchantment should have most of the air filtered by now, but the weeks-old bloodstains and rotting flesh are still going to have that ship smelling like zombie until I do something about all the bodies. So be patient for tomorrow evening - give me time to do something about the corpses out properly."

Nami wrinkles her nose. "Ugh. Fair point. I don't want my first time smelling like a morgue."

"Tomorrow evening. Clean ship. Captain's chair."

She pulls you down for one more kiss, then releases you with a satisfied smile. As you stand and adjust yourself, she giggles - eyes dropping to the obvious bulge straining against your cargo pants.

"Someone's still worked up."

"Someone's got plans."

You step out of the bridge, the corridor dim and quiet. Through the Telepathy Web, you reach out privately to Maria.

"Maria. Are you available for a quick pounding? Fast and hard - just how you like it."

Her response comes almost instantly - eagerness threaded through the connection. "Where?"

"Magnificent Mansion Bedroom. Two minutes."

"I'll be there in one."

You don't bother walking. "Teleport." and the corridor disappears around you. The familiar warmth of the Magnificent Mansion's entrance hall - marble floors, golden light, the faint scent of the conjured roses in their crystal vases. You step through the bedroom door, already inventorying your shirt. Cargo pants follow.

You barely have time to turn around before Maria appears in the doorway, violet eyes bright with anticipation. Her outfit is already half-undone - the knots loosened, stockings slightly askew from rushing.

"One minute flat," she says, breathless. "I'm improving." shimmying out of her dress and panties.

You grab her by the waist and spin her around. Your hands find the table beside the bed - solid conjured oak - and you bend her over it. She gasps as her palms hit the surface, her butt raising to offer herself.

You thrust into her from behind - hard, no preamble, exactly what you promised. Maria cries out, fingers scrabbling against the polished wood. Her pussy clenches around your cock immediately, wet and ready, her body having anticipated this since your message.

"Yes - fuck - just like that-"

You grip her hips and pound into her. The table shudders with each impact. Her breasts press flat against the surface, the loosened bra doing nothing to contain them. You set a brutal pace - fast strokes, deep, your hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. She loves this. The controlled architect of consensual contracts reduced to a moaning mess bent over furniture.

You pull her up by the hair, spinning her against the wall instead. Her legs wrap around your waist instinctively and you drive back into her. Her back hits the plaster, her nails dig into your shoulders, and she screams your name.

"Harder - don't stop - god I needed this-"

You oblige. The wall takes the punishment. Her violet eyes are glazed, mouth open, each thrust forcing a sharp cry from her lips. You can feel her tightening around you, her orgasm building fast.

You carry her to the bed mid-thrust, dropping her onto the mattress and driving into her missionary. Her legs lock behind your back. Her heels dig into your ass, pulling you deeper. You lean down and bite her shoulder - she convulses.

"I'm - I'm going to -"

You feel it happen. Her entire body seizes, pussy clamping down on your cock in rhythmic pulses. You hold out barely three more strokes before your own release crashes through you - hot and violent, emptying into her as she screams through her climax.

You collapse onto her, hands finding her breasts and pulling her close against your chest. Both of you are panting, slick with sweat, your cock still buried inside her twitching cunt.

"Thank you," you murmur against her hair. "For the quickie."

Maria laughs - a genuine, unguarded sound. "Any time. Literally any time." She shifts beneath you, settling into the warmth. "I was going cross-eyed reviewing Albedo's governance protocols. This was... therapeutic."

Her fingers trace lazy patterns on your back. The room smells of sex and roses.

You press a soft kiss to Maria's lips, your hands finding her breasts again - gentle now, kneading the soft flesh as your breathing steadies. She hums contentedly against your mouth, violet eyes half-lidded.

"Uh-oh," you murmur between kisses. "If Albedo's going into detail with that governance complaint now, then I might be in more trouble than I thought."

Maria snorts - an undignified sound that makes her laugh at herself. "She's been drafting it since you opened that Gate solo. Three pages minimum, I'd wager. Complete with bullet points and cited precedents from whatever Overlord lore she half-remembers."

"Great."

"You deserve it," she says without malice, stretching beneath you. "Running into a zombie-infested cruise ship alone? After we spent weeks building oversight protocols specifically to prevent that kind of thing?"

"Those were for mind control limits not my personal actions... I need to go check on our long-range combatants," you say, shifting the topic. "They're probably not happy about all the fighting going on inside a ship. Rika and Nova are soldiers who know their strengths - tight corridors aren't them."

Maria tilts her head, considering. "Rika accepted portal guard duty without complaint. She understands force multiplication better than anyone. Nova's probably annoyed she can't contribute through walls, but she's disciplined enough to wait."

"Sinon's probably happy not to need to be shooting," you agree.

"Rin's guarding the gate - perfect placement for mid-range precision magic. Liza joined her, which is... actually quite clever. Liza's tail gives her balance advantages in confined spaces, and her scales provide natural armor if anything gets through. But what about Roxanne? She's a sword and shield user, right?"

"Sword and shield, yes. Amazing beastkin senses for detecting threats - but those same senses make her extremely sensitive to smell. A ship full of decaying corpses? She'd be fighting nausea the entire time. I wouldn't send her in there." you say. "Riveria easily understands she's not needed in tight spaces,"

Maria's expression shifts to something more analytical. "Yeah. That explains it."

You kiss her forehead and roll off her, sitting up on the edge of the bed. "So where do I run off to next?"

Maria props herself on one elbow, watching you dress with lazy satisfaction. "C.C. said something about the other cruise ships over the telepathy web. Go check on her in the Stallion."

"That's exactly where I'm headed."

"Mmm." Maria's fingers trail down your back as you stand. "Tell C.C. I said hello. And Brad?" You turn. Her violet eyes are warm but pointed. "Let Albedo have her complaint. She's not wrong, and acknowledging it publicly will strengthen the framework more than dodging it ever could."

You nod, pulling your shirt from inventory. "Noted."

"Also," she adds, settling back against the pillows with a satisfied smile, "come find me again when you need to decompress. Governance documents are much more bearable after a proper pounding.

You grin, "I'll see you again at dinner." step toward the bedroom door, "Teleport.".