On Astral Tides: From Humble Freelancer To Astral Emperor

Extra Three – Tsumura Motoko, Hori Natsumi and Hyacinth – R18/Contains Sex

“So, it’s been quite the day, hasn’t it?” I said as we looked out of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the Aqua Shard restaurant, thirty floors up. The view of London was stunning, the dark night lit up by lights of white, yellow and orange, unlike the neon shades of home.

“It certainly was.” Motoko agreed, handling her silverware elegantly as she cut into her meal with a knife and fork. “I cannot say I enjoyed all of it, but… it had some pleasing moments, I admit.” Her slight smile and faint blush was very cute.

“It sure did.” Natsumi agreed. “The Princess was rude, but you put her in her place, Akio. And Motoko looked wonderful in her dress. Both dresses.” She took a sip of her wine, sighing happily. “And I never thought I’d get to debut too, least of all get a picture with Royalty. Mother and father were ecstatic when they saw the picture.”

“I’m glad. I always felt a bit sorry for you, Natsumi, having to miss out. Well now there’s no hiding it. We’ve done nothing illegal or to be ashamed of anyway, by the new Japanese law, it’s all above board. I must say that Hyacinth was a surprise though…” I looked at her, sitting at the table with us. She was a little discomforted, not enjoying being treated as an equal to Motoko and Natsumi, but she was making a genuine effort, which I appreciated, and the way she looked so shy, unlike her normal boisterousness, was rather cute. And the dress…

“I dooo not suit such finery.” Hyacinth protested. “But since you wished it, Akio, Hyacinth was happy tooo wear it. Did it please yooou?”

“It definitely did. The white gown with the purple highlights… it’s like it was simply made for you. But don’t just take my word for it. People were looking as we walked, weren’t they?” Before our meal, we had taken the opportunity to see some of the nearby sights of London. We walked the banks of the Thames, watching the yachts of the rich and the wealthy pass by, we took a ride on the London Eye, Hyacinth particularly enjoying that, and we even stopped into a traditional British pub for a pint. Well, the girls had juice. The one common theme throughout all our sightseeing was that we were attracting a lot of attention. Well, they are all stunning, and wearing dresses not usually seen on a casual stroll.

“Some people thought we were shooting a film.” Natsumi said happily. “People were taking pictures too. Are you jealous?”

“A little. But it’d be a crime keeping the sight of you in those dresses to myself. Those who got pictures should consider themselves very fortunate. But what’s under those dresses is all mine.” I winked, and she blushed happily.

“That is quite true. These dresses are a little revealing, but not vulgar.” Motoko observed. “I would not be ashamed to wear such in a social gathering, so why would I fear being photographed? My only complaint is it was a little hard to keep the hems clean.” She had walked elegantly, keeping the hem of her dress up from the ground during our travels.

“Yes, well…” I eyed them in their white wedding-style dresses. “You certainly looked perfect doing it, you three. But I think that the dresses might get dirty after all…” my grin was lewd, and the three girls blushed and looked away, but made no protest, their hands speeding up as they ate their meals, perhaps eager to get back to our hotel, back at the Strand…

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As we entered our suite, I tossed Motoko to the huge bed, followed by Natsumi and Hyacinth. As they bounced there, giggling, dresses becoming disarrayed, I quickly shed my restrictive suit jacket. That’s a relief. I’m still not used to such formal outfits. On seeing that, Motoko asked if they should remove their dresses.

“No, Akio likes stripping us himself.” Natsumi observed correctly, while Hyacinth merely giggled. She was very stressed by the events and disrespect we had suffered in the Palace, so the sightseeing was partially to soothe her.

“In that case, we should strip Akio. Besides removing a husband’s clothes is the duty of every good Japanese wife.” Motoko said, eyes sparkling at performing such a play, her wifely ambitions stirred up by her engagement debut.

“That sounds fun to me. Do you mind?” Natsumi asked, and obviously I didn’t, so I sat on the edge of the bed. I could feel the hot breath of Motoko on my neck as her delicate hands began unbuttoning my shirt, one by one. Natsumi kissed my ear softly, then started untying my bowtie, caressing my neck. Hyacinth, unwilling to be left out, rolled off the bed and knelt before me, working at my belt.

“This is fun.” Natsumi exclaimed, and Motoko nodded.

“Fun we can do whenever we want, although we will have to share with the others. But right now… Akio is ours.” Natsumi took off my watch, laying it aside carefully, while Motoko began stroking my bare chest, my shirt now completely open. As my trousers slid off, I felt a wet sensation, Hyacinth kissing my dick through my underwear, with a sloppy smile on her face. Natsumi, seeing I was open, took my lips, and my tongue swirled with hers. As we parted, Motoko was next. Wet, slurping sounds could be heard as we kissed deeply, and also from below, as Hyacinth had my pants down and was taking my cock in her mouth, violet eyes shining, her tongue licking along my shaft, her hands toying with my balls.

“Trust Hyacinth to be so forceful…” Motoko said, face red and enchanted, as she pulled free, saliva linking our lips for a moment, glimmering in the tasteful light of our room. Natsumi was back then for a second kiss, and as Hyacinth sped up her movements, my cock sliding deep down her throat, I felt my passion rising. Motoko and Natsumi both kissed me then, our three tongues tangling together, and Hyacinth clamped down, her tongue completely ensnaring my glans, and with three beauties working me together, I could hold it no longer.

“Cumming….” I gasped, as I discharged my warm, white sperm into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out, eyes widening, and Hyacinth swallowed happily, just as I swallowed the saliva that Motoko and Natsumi were pouring into my mouth via deep kisses. Hyacinth finally released my cock as the warm, unceasing flow finally diminished, but even as Hyacinth devoured my semen, some spilled free, marking the collar of the gown she wore. Yeah, should have expected that.

“That dress was borrowed from Eleanor’s mother. I hope this doesn’t count as treason.” I joked.

“We can have it cleaned. Besides…” Motoko knew noble matters better than I did, even if this was British custom, rather than Japanese. “… once lent, they do not expect it returned. No noblewoman would wear it again after it being on someone else. But calling it a loan is less pressure than calling it a gift.” Beside her Natsumi nodded, confirming that.

“I see. So, what should we do?” I asked.

“Ordinarily, you would lend a dress of your own in return, but in these circumstances, one for Princess Eleanor might be more appropriate.”

“I’ll get my family to make a traditional kimono for her. Next time we’re here, we can gift it. There will be a next time, right?” Natsumi asked.

“Yes, there will be.” I agreed, shivering as Hyacinth, not paying attention to our talk, had managed to get my cock hard again with her tongue and hands.

“All ready nooow. Who wants to taste Akio next?” she grinned lasciviously.

“Actually, it’s still your turn.” I said kindly. “You took today the hardest. So… it’s a good thing you don’t have to return the dress, as you look amazing in it.” She blushed at my compliment so I continued. “We’ll definitely clean it properly though, as I’d like to see you in it on occasion. But right now… I want to fuck you all in your dresses. You look like three angels.” I grabbed Hyacinth and pulled her onto the bed, and she didn’t resist.

“This is fresh. Normally we are naked.” Motoko observed.

“Yes, sometimes it can be sexy. One time, Eri seduced me hard with her school uniform. I think this is much the same.” I reached down, pulling down the front of the gown, revealing Hyacinth’s ample breasts in a sexy white bra, which was unusual. Unhooking it, I let her chest bounce free, and as I pulled up the long skirt, finding matching panties which were already see-through with her oozing love nectar, Hyacinth begged for a kiss, so I gave her one, our tastes mingling.

“I see. We have our hakama, as well as yukata, kimonos… and our school uniform. The Hanafubuki uniform is a proud one. I believe it would stimulate his lusts, Natsumi.”

“Especially with us both wearing it. Hinata could join in too.”

Hinata. Daiyu. What am I going to do about those two? No, that’s for later. “That’s a good idea, I’m sure we could have some great sex roleplaying with your uniforms. But for now…” I didn’t even take Hyacinth’s panties off, instead, sliding them aside, revealing her dripping slit.

“Oh I see. You can do it like that. It does feel rather scandalous. I feel like I am boiling inside.” Motoko declared, her face red and her breathing hot and fast. Beside her, Natsumi agreed.

“I want it. Give it tooo me!” Hyacinth’s arms circled my back, and I pushed my glans against her entrance, feeling the warmth. I then slid forwards, as she gasped, her walls parting, her pussy sucking on me as though to wring every last drop out of me. Moments later I was all inside, kissing the entrance to her womb.

“Hyacinth is full. She doooes not care about that mean Princess. Ooour love is not wrong!”

“It isn’t.” I agreed, kissing her lips fleetingly, before moving my head down to lick her neck, before sucking on her hard nipples, rolling my tongue, making her gasp, just as I started moving.

Hyacinth was making unintelligible noises of pleasure, biting my neck and shoulders, and as I gasped myself, my dick making sloppy sounds as it slid in and out, her love juices foaming, I bit softly myself, her nipples tingling from the contact, giving her greater pleasure. Motoko and Natsumi were talking about how lewd we were being, and I didn’t even hear them, all my thoughts focused on the hot sensation in my crotch, as Hyacinth wriggled like an eel, clamping me hard.

“Fill Hyacinth up, prove yooou love her, that you need her!” she whispered, and my heart ached that she was still so fragile, despite the strides she had made. Who am I to deny her that reassurance?

“I love you, and I need you. We all need you. Now, feel my heat inside you, my hot love!” She bit down harder as I started thrusting, changing the angle. One hand was holding hers, fingers entwined, while the other was stroking her body through the dress. Hyacinth was drooling as she bit me, nearly orgasming with every thrust, and I slowed a little, allowing her tremors to die down. She eyed me reproachfully, but then I sped up again, and soon she was heading towards orgasm once more.

“I love you!” I declared, one final thrust destroying her defences, and as she wailed in pleasure, her whole body wrung out like a wet dog, I pumped my cum forth, filling her womb. Even then I continued to thrust, prolonging her pleasure, until her fingers released mine and her biting stopped, and she slumped exhausted to the bed. I gave her another kiss, trying to be tender, but she ravenously seized my lips, her tongue probing as violently as I had fucked her, and we kissed deeply, until she finally pulled away.

“I am satisfied. That felt gooooood. No, perfect.” She giggled, exhausted. I pulled my softening dick out, and cum soaked into her panties that slid back into place, before seeping through and soiling the inside of her dress.

“Yes, that was very erotic. But any uniform we use for that we’ll have to never wear at Hanafubuki again. Just in case.” Natsumi giggled.

“We can get spares. Fujiwara-sama would get us as many as we request.” Motoko said, eyeing us with a hint of envy, before looking at Natsumi fondly. “You had a hard day. You should go next.”

“If you’re sure, I won’t stand on ceremony.” She giggled, eyeing my dick, still dripping cum onto Hyacinth’s skirt, the strength faded from it somewhat. “It’s lucky you recover fast, Akio. Well, I have an idea…” With her usual teasing grin, she pulled down the low neckline of her dress, her breasts bouncing free, and she then took off her bra, tossing it into the puddle I was making on the bed, the fabric soaking it in. She crawled over, and gently sucked my cock clean, before taking it in her hands and pushing it in between her breasts.

Paizuri, huh? Where did she learn this? On seeing my puzzled expression she tilted her head adorably. “You love my breasts, so this seems fun.” She started rubbing her chest up and down, squeezing me tightly, and every so often she kissed my glans, or even sucked on it. “Touch me too…” she said, and so I reached under her skirt and began touching her pussy through her panties, her asshole too. Quickly she grew as wet as my dick covered in her saliva, the lubrication allowing me to slide smoothly in and out of her tits.

“Ah, I’m going to…” Natsumi suddenly squirted, her panties soaked, her skirt too. I slowed down my fingers a little, smearing the sticky, sour-smelling liquid over her pussy and asshole, her silk panties sodden, and she continued to fellate me while moving her breasts like marshmallows. It didn’t take much longer for my breathing to speed up, and my dick to tremble.

“It’s all right, let it out. I don’t mind.” Natsumi said wickedly, speeding up.

“All right, I will…” I gasped, and clenched my ass, triggering an eruption. A fountain of sticky cum sprayed down her cheeks and chin, and her tongue darted out to lick her lips as more fountained across her bare breasts, soaking down onto the cloth below. A final surge scattered across her belly, and the dress was soaked, turning see-through.

“That was a lot for your third go.” She grinned. “Well, I hope you have some left for…” She suddenly yelped as I flipped her over, pulling up her skirt, and sliding her panties down, revealing her bare ass and pussy, soaked in her fluids.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give Motoko her share. But after that titjob, I simply have to make you feel as good as I did.” I grinned, sliding into her warm hole. She gasped, and I grabbed her sodden breasts from behind, even as she turned to kiss me. I began to pound her hard, varying the angle and speed so as to strike different areas inside her, and as she gasped with pleasure, her kisses became fiercer. I tightened my grip on her breasts, flesh spilling out between my fingers, my thumbs rubbing her nipples, and she started to shudder.

Pulling my lips from hers I licked her ear as she did to me earlier, making her blush, and I whispered. “Together. I’ll fill you up. Today we announced to the world you’re mine. Nothing can change that now.”

My words were enough, and with that she came hard, my dick gouging out her most sensitive areas. Tears were in her eyes and I licked them off, a different sort of salty taste to my own which I shared with Hyacinth. I couldn’t resist her embarrassed yet delighted expression as she spasmed, so I too released, my dick hot and throbbing from my fourth ejaculation.

“I’m filling up.” She gasped when she could speak again, her words quiet but heartfelt. “I’m yours, inside and out.” Her hand was on her belly, though the cloth of her dress was between them. As I slipped free, cum soaked through her panties and dripped down, and with a smile I pulled up the skirt and wiped my dick off, feeling an immoral thrill. Yes, sometimes clothed is as good as naked.

“I don’t know if I want to wash this dress.” Natsumi managed. “Maybe I could frame it like this, have it in my room?”

Motoko smiled gently at her lewdness, but Hyacinth shook her head, sweaty hair swaying. “Nooo, we must wash them. Akio wants to see us in them again, sooo that is no good.”

“She’s right.” I agreed. “If you want to keep a trophy, well, how about those spare uniforms you were planning? If we got one for everyone, that might be nice too…”

“It would help us bond. Though I suspect Shiro would be rather embarrassed, being older.” Motoko’s smile was now benevolent as she watched Hyacinth and Natsumi as they lay there in post-orgasmic bliss, but her legs were twitching below her dress, as were her lips, and I knew she was aroused by the scent of sweat, love juices and semen, as well as the state of her best friend and Hyacinth. Yes, seeing them lying there, it does look like I’ve rather taken advantage of them. That’s lewd in itself…

“So, seeing Hyacinth and Natsumi so enthusiastic… I find myself at a loss, but…” Motoko stood, eyes spinning with lust and arousal. “If the game is clothing…” her dress was sleeveless, but she grabbed my dick with a delicate hand and inserted it into the armpit of her dress. Her hand stroked me gently, tenderly, her fingers searching out where I would feel the most pleasure, and soon I was hard again, my dick throbbing, as she looked at me with her brilliant brown eyes. “I never dreamed my debut would be with Natsumi. Thank you. And thank you too Hyacinth. I want you in my life as well.”

With that she squeezed, and I didn’t hold back, squirting out another tide of cum, grateful that my stats made this possible. Otherwise I’d be running on empty and probably having a heart attack from the strain by now. As my ejaculation continued, a stain was spreading, starting from her neckline, moving down her chest, and finally to her belly.

“That feels curious. Warm and sticky. But… somehow comforting.” She grinned, releasing me and licking my cum from her fingers delicately, which immediately aroused me, my dick standing tall again. “Oh my, are you that eager to claim me?” She kissed me, tongue licking at mine passionately, but without the fervour of Natsumi’s earlier kisses, as if she was enjoying a leisurely delicacy. When we parted, her eyes were as moist as her lips, and she pulled up her skirt, sliding aside her pretty white panties, revealing her twitching pussy. Pushing her slit against my engorged glans, she winced a little, still tight despite the times we had fucked already, and as she opened up her body slid down, dress bunched up against my legs. She let her neckline glide down, revealing one breast, the one that was still clean, inviting me to toy with it, which I did, my tongue and teeth worrying her nipple gently, my hand squeezing her, as my free hand slid to her taut ass, fingers sliding inside, the feel of soft skin and cloth contrasting.

“Mother, father, grandfather. Motoko is a shameless daughter, so engrossed in a man before marriage. But… I know you will be the one I will marry and spend the rest of my life with.” She kissed me again, her eyes earnest. “After all, we debuted in front of the Queen of Great Britain, and the photographs will always live as proof. So I will not hesitate. Whenever I wish to be loved… I will do this.” She began to move up and down, facing me cowgirl style, gently to start and then picking up the pace, twisting her body to reach the places within her that felt good. “I think I will want this forever.”

“Me too.” Natsumi reached out and took one of her hands, while Hyacinth scrambled over and grabbed her other, also helping stabilise her as she started rocking up and down ever more fiercely. My finger moved down, gently massaging her clitoris, and as she started to redden, sweat springing from her like water, she grinned. “Natsumi, every day I am surprised anew that I like Akio more and more. Do you feel the same?”

“I could hardly not, Motoko.” She grinned, gesturing to her soaked chest with her free hand. “I’m no loose woman. I’d only do this for the man I’m meant to be with.”

“I see, yes.” Motoko agreed. “There, yes, ah, just there. It feels strange, sinful, but wonderful too…” Her rocking intensified, as did the ferocity of her kisses.

“I think yooou should do what you want. I had many looong dark years, decades, looonger, where I could only do as I was made tooo do. But…” as Natsumi reached out her free hand and stroked Hyacinth’s hair reassuringly, Hyacinth smiled. “… now I dooo what I want, and nobody will tell me, or yooou, otherwise. Not even a stupid Princess.”

“Yes, ahn, uh…” Motoko was panting, her pistoning joined by mine as I started swinging my waist, helping her rise towards ecstasy. “I agree. She was… a little, uh, disappointing. Ahn, well, we were too, once, Natsumi. So we ahn, ahn oh… it’s coming…” she sped up even further, our bodies slapping together with wet sounds, her nectar splashing onto her bunched skirt. “… should forgive her, ahn, nooooooooo….” Motoko felt my hot semen pouring into her as I came. She bit down on my tongue hard enough that I was glad for my stats, as she writhed, her own pleasure coming forth as she continued to ride me, even as I filled her. She rocked forwards, her weight settling onto me, and as my cum splashed free of her pussy, accompanied by the gush of her own juices, she looked at me with her reddened face and happy smile. “… my dress is as soiled as any. In fact, poor Hyacinth is the cleanest. What do you say…” her smile was angelic and wicked at the same time. “This time, we can do it the Fae way as well!”

“That is a good idea!” Hyacinth approved, reaching in and scooping out some cum and nectar from the join between Motoko and I, making her shiver, before Hyacinth rubbed it on her dress. “Hyacinth wants to be dooone from behind this time. Like Shiro!”

All I could do was laugh. Are they trying to kill me? Even with my stats my heart was beating fast, and my dick was rather sore. Well, I guess I’ll be dying happy tonight…