Hotel Chaldea Ep. Amor Caren

You slammed your hand on top of a pile of paper. "Seventeen. Seventeen complaints! Seventeen written complaints!" you called, tapping your finger against the paper. "Who knows how many more complaints would've been if they could be assed to write them down."

"I'm going for a new record!"

Groaning, you turned to look at the albino spirit of love. She called herself Amor Caren, or Caren Hortensia for the human wrapped up in the divine robes of the gods. "Of course you don't feel the slightest guilt or remorse," you groaned. "How does Ritsuka manage you?"

"Speaking of which, why isn't Master here?" Caren said, leaning back on her chair. This was, indeed, Ritsuka's office. The spartan decoration was starting to make yours, filled with knickknacks and curios from all over the world, look positively lavish.

"Ritsuka," and Mashu for that matter, "needed a rest after Valentine's, something about having several hundred dates in the same day..." you shook your head.

Even a single date with Medea had taken up your entire day, how Ritsuka managed to have several hundred was anyone's guess.

"Aww, that's cute," Caren said giggling. "Well, I guess it's you and me, huh?" she asked. "So what'll it be, hotshot?" she asked.

"It wasn't supposed to be me, but that phony priest," and he was absolutely phony, nobody bought his act for even one second, "ran away and left this sordid little business on my desk. I hope he freezes his balls off in Russia."

"Well, that's nice," Caren hummed.

Looking her over, you could tell why she had quite a bit of popularity. She had a very... frail and vulnerable look. The kind that made men get filled with a protective instinct, to look after and defend her, to provide for and help her. She was thin, skinny even, and wore a red dress that made her look even smaller and more youthful.

Not to mention, her every movement was meant to evoke a more youthful appearance than what she actually had, and she wore makeup to make her already expressive eyes look even bigger, kept her hair long to call attention to it, and always sat and moved in just such a way that she always hinted at a panty flash, but never actually showed her panties.

So she had plenty of people lining up for her services at the hotel.

Except, apparently, she proceeded to, uh, not deliver what she advertised.

"Sooo?" she asked, raising her knees and putting her hands on them, affecting a falsely demure position, tilting her head and batting her eyelids at you.

"If you're going to act like a spoiled brat, then you'll be treated like one as well," you said, pointing your finger at her, then raising it.

"Ooh! Sounds great!" she said, smirking. "You know, I've been called a great many things, and you're not the first to think that they can tame me," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "So you're free to call me a brat and spank my ass if it'll satisfy you~!"

"Yes, I'm aware that others have tried and failed."

Many of the complaints also featured complaints about the fact that she didn't even make the disciplinary sessions satisfying. Caren sat there so primly and with such an innocent look that you'd think she was a saint, a holy woman, rather than the wicked witch she truly was.

"Young lady," you said, eyes narrowed, glaring at her eyes directly. "It's about time we begin your punishment."

"Oho, would you prefer I call you Daddy?" she asked, wagging her eyebrows.

"Denied," you responded. "You'll have to earn that," you said. "You will respond with yes sir, understood?"

She giggled. "Sir, yes sir~!" she said, with an irreverent tone. "So-"

"First... Stand up, and bend over the desk. Face down, ass up. Stick it out," you ordered, raising a hand and then putting it on the desk. slowly, calmly.

"What if I don't want to?" she asked, her tone challenging. "Sir!" she added, her lips curling up into a smirk.

"Then that will be that. You will be done here, you'll walk away and it all ends," you said. "If you refuse to participate, if you refuse to even take a chance on your rehabilitation, I'll have no reason to stick around."

Something struck a nerve there, a tremble of her muscles gave away a more intense reaction than the very minute twitch of her smirk would suggest at. "Fine then, if you're gonna play hardball, then I'll go soft..." she giggled, reaching behind her and lifting her skirt, hiking it up and keeping it there to reveal her bottoms, covered with the leotard she wore under her red dress and the black tights she wore under that.

She bent over the desk and with her leg, pushed her chair away, resting her elbows on the desk and her face on her hands, looking into your face. "Is this good, sir?" she asked.

"Good, for now," you responded, standing up and starting to walk around the desk, as she lay on it, following you with her face and eyes, her left leg raising, half taking her shoe off, then waving it about until it fell off of her foot, the brown leather shoe making a noisy fall.

"Do you like feet, sir?" she asked. "Mine are nice, you know, I've gotten dozens of guys off just by stepping on them."

No doubt, but, not relevant. Maybe you'd fuck her feet later, but at that time, it was about her, not you.

She had been the Disaster of Valentine's, and had ruined a lot of special offers and events. She had gathered seventeen complaints in a single week, it was the record at Chaldea, and that included some very terrible customer service.

As you made it to where she was, you caught sight of her golden gaze, her cheeks were lightly pink, her skin was so pale that even the lightest blush would show after all.

You grabbed at her skirt and raised it, getting a good look at her ass, covered in the tights and the white leotard. It was designed not like a gymnast's leotard, but instead to be lewd and eyecatching, sticking to her buttcheeks. She was pale all over and quite thin, so it was kind of interesting to see her clad in nearly opaque black, and perhaps the only aprt of her body that had a notable amount of fat in it.

You put your hands on her buttcheeks and began kneading them. It was small, but it had top marks for shape and feel. Her muscles weren't super firm, they had a surprising amount of give that let you sink into her and enjoy her fully, pushing your palms into the full meat of her butt.

She let out a little moan, audibly fake of course, and deliberately so. "Pervert," she said, resting her chin on her hand as she looked over at you from the desk. "Is this your idea of punishment?" she asked. "Are you going to just rub it against my legs a little and then stain my tights?"

"No, not quite," you said, playing with her nicely shaped butt a little more. However, you didn't let her get used to that. Instead, you hooked your fingers into the tights, two on each side, then you tore them open with a powerful ripping and tearing sound, which was viscerally satisfying.

She yelped and moaned. "H-Hey!" she protested. "Are you gonna pay to replace them?"

Of course not. What was next, however, was a little more annoying. The fabric of the leotard would endure even combat between servants, and that meant it would be very hard to destroy, almost impossible via mundane means. Which made it all the more useful that right over her crotch were the buttons that kept it together.

Undoing the buttons took a few attempts, but soon enough, her pale pussy was exposed. She had a few wispy white hairs, and a remarkably light pink color to most of her crotch. Again, even the slightest hint of flushing would show on her albino skin.

"Ooh, you're gonna do me then?" she asked. "Go ahead! Satisfy yourself!"

For a moment, you got the urge to spank her, but, the briefing on her filled your head for a moment. Caren was... a bit of a weirdo with relation to pain. According to the notes, she didn't really interact with it in the way that humans did, she had a weird case of sadomasochism where being subjected to pain would bring her pleasure and enhance her sadistic intent to hurt those around her, and on top of that.

She shook her butt at you, waving it and rocking it and doing everything in her power to present it for you.

That was actually starting to be a little problematic.

"Hey," you called. "Are you okay?" you asked.

"Am I okay? Of course I'm okay," she said, huffing. "It's not like I was excited for anything and got shot down or anything stupid like that, that doesn't happen to me obviously," she said, "this is just me expressing my love, totally selfless love," she spoke.

Alright, that seemed to be the trick. Popping two fingers into your mouth, you got them plentifully wet, and then pushed them against Caren's lips, spreading them to reveal her insides, a much more healthy pink than her albino complexion would suggest.

"Y-Yeah," she said. "This is just... love, this is how people share love, of course..."

Teasing her inner labia, you played with her and got her excited, the tip of your finger approaching but never quite dipping into her little love hole, even as her pussy started to become slick with her fluids. Moving your finger, now coated with saliva and her juice, to her clit, you leaned in and then planted a kiss on her pussy lips, before starting to lick her pussy all over, making sure she was well and thoroughly wet.

She hissed. "W-Wait, wai-wai-waiiiit!!" she cried out, panting and moaning. "No way, n-no way, I thought, guh, you, y-you were, a small fry, like all the, ungha, others..!!" she cried out, gasping a little, her hands grabbing onto the edge of Ritsuka's desk and her entire body shuddering.

Your tongue licked all over, tracing her inner labia to find the more sensitive spots to make sure she was prepared before you began teasing her clit with your thumb and then tonguing deep into her pussy, searching all over her place for every sensitive spot of her cunt.

And she had many.

In fact, Caren's pussy was actually remarkably weak and super talented. She was a natural born slut who could get off really easily, crying and gasping and moaning, becoming non-verbal in mere moments just from all the orgasmic pleasure she was experiencing.

"Ahhn, noooo~ I'm gonna~ I'm gonna cuuuum!! This wasn't how it was, guhk, supposta beeegh~~"

Her entire body shuddered, she arched her back and her hat fell off of her head, she shoved her ass onto your face and pushed her cunt lips against your mouth as you touched her weakest spot, causing her to cry out in orgasmic joy as she came explosively, squirting her surprisingly sweet, sugary pussy juice all over your face and into your mouth.

The throes of her orgasm lasted for quite a while, she couldn't stop cumming for as long as you continued sucking and slurping, as long as you continued flicking her little clit with your thumb, hitting her sweet spots inside her pussy with your tongue, and even using your free hand to start teasing her tightly puckered rosebud.

Caren shook and knocked some stuff over, sending papers all over the place, as you made her cum again and again, as she began to experience the punishment of pleasure that she had earned.

Finally, however, it was enough and you needed to come up for air. You put both hands on her ass and squeezed her cheeks before pulling off.

She was panting and breathing heavily, and she was flushed all over, which was making her almost glow.

"What-- what was that..!?" she panted, scandalized. "What's this all about!? What kind of punishment is giving me a mind blowing orgasm!?"

It was a punishment tailor made for her.

Caren was a weirdo in many ways, of course. Simple pain, simply spanking her, would have the opposite effect.

She did, however, earn a reward. You raised a hand, then brought it down, with a thunderous clap, on her cheek, leaving a red handprint.

"W-Woah!"

She squirted a little juice from the blow as her insides tightened up.

"I- I felt that..?" she murmured. "But, you're- human, right?"

Servants, like Caren, could not be hurt via mundane means. However... "Who knows?" you asked, thinking about the many magical enhancements that made you perhaps just a tiny little bit more magical than a normal human.

Another spank gave Caren a matching hand print on her left cheek to the one on her right, and she cried out, her body shaking.

"What do you say, Caren?" you taunted.

"Thank you sir, may I have another!?" she responded, turning back to look at you, her golden eyes almost, no, quite literally glowing. Well, time to make her cheeks match her gaze!

Again and again, satisfying crack after satisfying crack. "Count them! If you get to ten without cumming, I'll give you a prize!"

"W-Wait!?"

Your hand hit her. "If you don't count them this'll last a really long time!"

She was a little lost. "You, you're-"

You interrupted her with another cracking smack of a slap on her now glowing red ass.

"O-ONE!!" she shouted.

"Good girl! Now-" Again! Your hand hit her so hard that it almost caused your ears to ring.

"TWO!" she cried out in ecstasy. "MOAR~!"

The third blow came, and so did she, spraying her juices all over you and your crotch and staining your clothes.

"Naughty naughty," you said, "we'll start over!" you called.

"One! Two! Three! Four!"

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Fivvahhhghhhrg!"

The weirdest strangled noise came as she tried to count the fifth cracking smack of her pale ass,

Again and again! She would count, three, four, cum!

One, two, three, four, five, six, cum!

Smack! Smack! Cum!

You had to pick up the pace and not let her get any time to breathe!

Finally, though, the final sprint was there, as you hit her with the eight smack to her right cheek, she cried out a weak eight, then a slightly stronger nine, and finally...

You hit your hand like the fall of a meteor on her butt, and she exploded, spraying her juices the hardest she had all night, staining the white floor of Ritsuka's office, with a triumphant cry of "TEEEEEEEEN!!!"

The only thing left after that, was the dripping of her juices onto the floor, her and you panting, and the creaking of the desk as she finally let go of it, and it returned to its previous shape.

You put a hand on her glowing red ass and squeezed it, causing her to shudder in pleasure.

"Ohh... that was..." Caren shuddered.

The girl was... a bit of a weirdo. A combination of a lewd woman and an innocent girl. Even at that point, as she was still wrapped up in orgasmic ecstasy, it was hard to think that making her cum her brains out was a punishment for her.

Shaking your head, you got behind her and prepared, starting to tease her pussy again.

At the end of the day, it wasn't really too difficult to tell that the servant just wanted to attract the master's attention. Sure, it was perhaps immature behavior unbecoming of a woman her age, but it was a simple truth. Just prodding a little made it immediately obvious from the start that she was upset at finding you in Ritsuka's office, administering her punishment instead of the Master of Chaldea.

Lucky her, though...

"I'm not keeping you here all day," you said, as you pulled down your zipper and let your cock out. "Y'see, Ritsuka just needed me to buy time, and asked me to prepare you," you explained.

"R-Really?" she asked, looking as innocent as she claimed to be for a moment.

"Yeah," you said. "You see, she prefers her chocolate cream filled," you said.

Caren nodded. "Then go ahead and, and indulge yourself in my selfless, pure love-"

You spanked her ass one final time. "None of that," you called, "just shut up for once and enjoy yourself, you self-absorbed love freak!"