Hotel Chaldea Ep. Tenochtitlan

In a highly overpopulated street, on what the travel guide insisted on calling "Distrito Federal" for some reason even though every other word of it was in English, the heart of Mexico, you were accompanying a pair of eyecatching beauties.

"We did not come here for this, but I'm glad we took the opportunity."

"I disapprove of what was done to these lands but this taco, this I approve."

Quetzalcoatl and Tlaloc, also known as the Servant who embodied the spirit of the city of Tenochtitlan, were having a really good time sightseeing in the federal capital of Mexico. Despite having been there longer than the current culture of the place, they were almost like fish out of the water.

"Oh come on, don't you think what they've made is lovely? I quite enjoy the culture of our descendants, you know."

"Speaking about enjoying," you cut in, raising your phone, "since they can't reach you, your promoter's blowing up my phone. Apparently they need you urgently, there was a sudden change."

"Oh, oh no!" Quetzalcoatl's eyes widened. "Sorry, amigos, but your big sis has to bounce!" she said, putting a hand on each of your shoulders. "Feel free to enjoy yourselves without me, just make sure to come watch my match! You really don't want to miss the Lucha!"

"Right, right," you responded, waving at her as she turned around and lost herself in the crowd, heading towards the venue for the show she'd be putting on later that night. Your own business had been concluded hours ago, and Koyanskaya and Mana were taking care of the cleanup.

With Miyu holding down the fort at home, and Okita and 2B on separate missions, you had needed a bodyguard and guide in the field, and that had resulted in you going out with Quetzalcoatl and Tenochtitlan, mostly because they both really wanted to go visit Mexico and needed an excuse to do so.

You turned back to Tenochtitlan, who finished off her own taco, a colorful combination of peppers, onions and beef. "You want to go see anything else or do you want to go back to the hotel? I could use a break."

"I suppose," Tenochtitlan responded. "I'm satisfied just knowing that my descendant has become a great city in her own right," she spoke, humming thoughtfully. "Though, I would prefer less graffiti I suppose, it's very garish."

You offered her a smile. Seemed like she really enjoyed the artistic graffiti, it was just, a lot of what you had seen were more along the lines of vandalism or people tagging things. Unfortunately the man you had to chase with the two servants had not hidden in the prettier parts of the city.

"Since Master couldn't come here, I'll have you attend to her duties as a priestess, acting as her proxy," she explained.

"Yeah about that, she didn't tell me what those were," you replied. "She only told me that I'd have fun exploring the city."

"Of course she would," the humanoid city said, chuckling with amusement. "You'll have fun exploring a city alright..."

She would remain mum on what that meant all the way to the hotel. A part of you, as you took in the sights of the city for one final time before entering, its many modern high rises, the distant appearance of the smaller houses and shops, a city that had been built many hundreds of years ago and had evolved to its magnificent current self.

It was quite an interesting expression of human history.

Also, it wasn't sepia tinted, but you still took a few pictures with the sepia filter on just because it would be funny.

Finally, you returned to the hotel. The capital had more than its fair share of high class hotels, and though you weren't getting a super expensive penthouse suite at a 5 star hotel, suffice to say, you weren't exactly uncomfortable.

There was an issue, however. Because you had gotten two rooms. One for yourself, and one for the two servants. The Hotel was more than secure enough that you didn't need them in your room.

So...

"Why are you in my room?" you asked. "And in my bathroom, at that."

You were very much in the process of getting ready to step in the shower, and that meant you were naked, and your room's shower was running. And that was when she suddenly stepped in your bathroom, having traded her chic, modern getup that turned faces and caused necks to turn rubbery, and instead, only had on her underwear, a set that left almost her entire torso exposed.

Straps covered her breasts and connected to her collar, and her panties rode super high on her hips. She had a red band under her breasts attached to the amulet she always carried everywhere, her hair was tied behind her head, and her feathered headdress had been replaced by a slimmer one that was clearly waterproofed.

"I told you, you must take on the duties of a priest," she said. "And I did say you'd be exploring a city. I believe they call this sort of place a 'Red Light District' nowadays?"

"Is this some sort of sex pun? Is it because you're a city?" you asked.

"Yes, yes it is," she admitted shamelessly, gesturing towards her crotch. "It is time for the priest to keep the altar holy and sacred, you must hygienize my altar," she spoke, opening her legs and leaning her torso back to thrust her crotch forward.

"So... do you just want me to eat you out in the shower?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"... take out all the mystique and metaphor why don't you," Tenochtitlan responded, rolling her eyes. "Yes, please. I had to endure Quetzalcoatl all day, and I deserve a reward for not correcting her for all the things she got wrong or lied about!"

Right. That. Ritsuka did warn you that there was some degree of a rivalry there because of Tenochtitlan's anger at some of the things Quetzalcoatl had done back when she was a proper goddess.

"Okay, fine, you're right, you do," you agreed, "get in the shower."

And besides...

Nobody who got a good look at her could blame you for acquiescing. She had a beauty that was both familiar and exotic at the same time.

With a smile, she raised a hand, red marks appearing that almost looked as if they were totally covered in blood, as her underwear dissolved off of her body and she stepped into the shower, adjusting the spray of the showerhead so that it hit her back, and then took up a position similar to the one she had before, except with her legs spread further so that she gave you a good view.

Her pussy was puffy and red, and as she reached with her hands to it and spread her lips, it became immediately obvious that she was quite wet, and not because of the water pounding her back. She groaned in appreciation. "The rain does feel quite wonderful on me," she spoke, "the blessing of a guardian of life," she spoke, closing her eyes and tilting her head back so the spray of the showerhead hit her on top of her head and spread along her body.

It was like rivers ran down her fair skin.

You stepped into the shower as well, though you barely got a sprinkling of the warm water as you got on your knees in front of her. The bathroom floor had an anti-slip mat on it that was padded and soft enough that you could put your knees on it without issue, and as you got ready to go down on her, and explore her red light district, as she'd called it, you spared one last glance up.

There was a slight tremble to her body. On some level, you imagined, seeing what had been built on what was effectively her corpse was probably not as good an experience as she made it sound.

Well, you could appreciate the strength to present a smile when you didn't know how to feel, tense, proud, happy, sad and disappointed all at once.

And you knew how you could make her feel a little better, how to take her mind off of it, and especially, how you could make her feel really, really good.

One of your hands went to each of her thighs, spreading them a little more to give yourself better access, and then you leaned forward, adjusting your position so that you could dive face first into the red light district.

The immensity and magnificence of the city of Tenochtitlan could not be easily described. Though her body was human, the floating city that stood as testament to the Aztec civilization, the crown jewel of the Azteca... the seat of their power and their gods, and perhaps, the most important symbol of their downfall.

A place of wonders, and a place of brutality.

You felt as if you sank your face into the city herself, opening your mouth to drink of her well, the font of her intimate fluids. You could feel the thrumming of drums, like heartbeats on both your ears, wearing her thighs like mufflers. You could feel the heat rising as your hands reached behind and around her thighs, grabbing onto her cheeks and holding them firmly.

In her identity as the Rain God, she was certainly letting it rain on you as your tongue lapped at her cunt, pushing past her lips, making out with her juicy cunt and kissing it deeply. Your fingers sank into her flesh, into the gardens of Tenochtitlan, supporting more of her weight as she leaned on you.

Her legs raised and she crossed them behind the back of your head, leaning back to let the water spray across her chest, her perky, nicely shaped yet modest tits bouncing a little and making the water spray around even more.

Warmth washed over you, not just from the water, but from her as well. Her hands grasped onto your head and covered you from the water, though some of it was still getting in even as that happened, which made the process of eating her out a little more difficult.

But no matter, you were more than able to pull through, redoubling your efforts. Your enhancements didn't exactly give you a tentacle for a tongue, but by letting your form become corrupted just a little, you could gain a little more strength in all your muscles, which included your tongue, and let you lick her even more, faster.

From the bottom of her pussy, all the way up to her clit, your tongue flicked her clit as it became entirely exposed, causing her to let out a wild moan, her fingers nearly stabbing into your scalp, but then while she was caught by that, you went back down and stuck your tongue into her pussy, collecting her juices and drinking them up so you could get a breath.

Without stopping you explored her even more and more, it was more of a pink light district all things considered, and though she didn't have streetlights down there, you could navigate her by feel just fine!

While she was completely lost in ecstasy, you stuck a finger up her butthole, finding it agreeable, of course a city like her would have backroads, and though it was obviously an escape only tunnel, an invader could easily use it as an entrance!

A second finger joined your first, and you were then starting to pump them in and out. Though it was not a road well traveled it was a backroad well prepared, always ready to be used when necessary.

So as an intruder you took full advantage.

"Ngnh!! That's exit only!!" she cried out in ecstasy.

In and out, in and out, your fingers teased and tested every one of the walls, finding each structural weakspot, your tongue never gave her pause either. Exploring her front and backroads all at once was just too much, and though you were in theory cleaning up and hygienizing her altar, she certainly made a mess of you as she let out a strangled cry and came her Azteca brains out.

She didn't squirt, but she flowed like it, it felt like she had just poured the entirety of Lake Texcoco into your mouth, and though you certainly had no complaints about the taste, you could only swallow so much before drowning!

Luckily, her orgasm came to an end eventually, and you held her as she slowly came back to reality.

"This is waaay better than the sacrifices," she said, giggling almost drunkenly as you helped her stand, wiping the drool leaking from her mouth. She adjusted the showerhead again to make it point directly down, so it would spray all over her back as she bent over, almost shoving you out of the shower as she put her hands on the wall and pointed her behind at you. "We still have a little before we have to go meet the con artist goddess," she said, "how about you, ah, consecrate my altar," she spoke, "by making an offering and tribute?"

You shook your head. "Seriously, if you want to fuck, you should just say so," you spoke.

"This way's funner," she spoke, "now come into me, the walls of my temple could use a new paintjob."

You pushed your cock past her quivering cunt lips, like a battering ram through slightly ajar gates, and started to truly explore her pleasure district, with no thought in mind other than to do some cityscaping, ready to lay all the pipe she'd need and then some.

Thankfully, you'd still make it to the Lucha Libre show in time, it really was an amazing show, even Tenochtitlan couldn't complain about it, even if Quetzalcoatl was the winner at the end.