Hotel Chaldea Ep. Shutendouji

Festivals are great.

Even in somewhat small, out of the way, fairly rural villages, festivals were great. And so were yukatas, as well as the women who wore them.

Which is why it was a damned shame that you found yourself not being able to really enjoy the festival all that much, even though it was the very first one your kids ever got to experience. You had even gotten all three of them yukatas that reflected each of their mothers! At least Crane and Habetrot had been pretty nice on the pricing and had done it more or less charging you only the cost of the materials the moment they learned who the work was for.

Alas, work called, and while you got to enjoy an hour or so of walking around, fishing with paper nets and getting upstaged at the rifle game by Chloe, you left your kids with their mothers, as well as Irisviel who was wrangling her own platoon, and then disappeared from view and joined up with Koyanskaya and your bodyguard for the meeting you would be having.

Shutendouji was... an odd choice. Apparently she had brute forced her way into the mission purely because she wanted to visit her home country, and, well, if she was willing to play ball, there were few servants more combat capable than her, and as an Assassin, she was even well suited for covert, subtle and otherwise silent operations.

Also as it turns out she can change her poisonous Sake's properties to mimic a truth serum as well as using it as a torture device, which got us the confessions we wanted as well as the reveal of where our wayward client was hiding the rainbow's worth of gold he had stolen from us.

What, exactly, a Leprechaun was doing in Japan in a world that seemed stuck in the 1990s was beyond me, truly, but he would certainly not be attempting to scam an interdimensional security organization ever again, and you hasehd things out satisfactorily.

"Alas," Shutendouji spoke, "time that's gone won't come back, eh darlin'?" she drawled, smirking, "an' here I was, lookin' to enjoy meh'self," she spoke, sighing almost despondently, "I got all dressed up 'n everythin'," she said, raising her arms and doing a little twirl.

Shutendouji was a beautiful woman, and it was actually somewhat surprising whenever you saw her because it was hard to remember just how short she actually was, but even so, she never even remotely gave a childish impression. No, if anything, it was somewhat astonishing how she could make you feel like a little boy yourself, especially with her somewhat antiquated way of speaking, a drawling, soft and soothing tone that was known to make men ejaculate without her ever having to touch them.

Wearing a yukata, she had elevated her beauty beyond the pale. In a background as black as ink, flowers and their stems were drawn in a vibrant magenta matching the inner lining of her yukata, the sash under her chest managed to emphasize her modest bust and give her upper body the same shapely curve of her bottom, which stood out even despite the relatively heavy yukata, her hair was decorated with blood red roses, her long and overlarge sleeves fluttered in the air, almost seeming to draw patterns in thin air as she twirled in place, before she finally stopped, giving you a small, soft smile, though you could see her fangs peek from beneath her upper lip.

Oh, yeah, that part was also important.

She was also terrifying, which only made her hotter really.

"Oya? I can hear yer heart racin' from here, darlin'," she said, her voice growing a little more husky.

We weren't in the festival grounds, not anymore, we were in a cabin deep in the woods behind the shrine that the festival was mostly based out of, because the Leprechaun had chosen to hide there.

"Ahhn, yes, the rushin' lifeblood, the heat coursin' through all yer veins," she drawled, leaning forward, humming, "the spectacle on the way 'ere, hm, musta got yer heart poundin' 'n yer testes workin'," she said, tugging at the cyan rope holding her sash, her obi, closed around her torso. "Hmmm?"

She stepped forward towards you.

What she was talking about was what you two had seen on the way there - namely, a pair of youngsters going at it like wild animals. It reminded you that it was one of your original ideas of how to have a good time at the festival, intending to take Medea with you then but... well... she had sent a few images to your phone of what she and the other 'moms' were getting up to, and it would hardly be fit to interrupt her having fun just because you wanted to bang.

Besides...

"Well?" Shutendouji asked with a fanged, threatening smirk, undoing the fancy knot and letting her obi drop, her yukata coming as undone as how she usually wore her kimono, revealing her body. Her modest chest wasn't too impressive, but they were nice, perky and thanks to her wearing her yukata traditional style, completely open for you to see, and as she stepped forward and arched her body, she presented her lower half to you as well, as if the black yukata parted to reveal one of the most charming legs in all of Chaldea.

Indeed, though Shutendouji might not have the longest legs, she had two of the most shapely of them all, everything about them was perfect, her calves, her shins, her knees, her thighs, her butt, her ankles, her heels... even wearing the two-toed socks didn't prevent your mind's eye from reminding you what her perfect toes looked like, and you imagined they were painted the same magenta of her fingernails.

Suddenly, a knot formed in your throat, and you had to try to push it down just to swallow saliva.

She let out a musical giggle, and put her fingers underneath your chin, almost pinching you with her thumb and dragging you down, then she ran her thumb over your lips. "Will you satisfy this hankerin' hunger, deep within..?" she muttered, her free hand running down her chest and stomach until she cupped her own pussy, "ahn, my kitty's burnin' up," she mewled into your ear, "the purest sake flows from my snatch," she moaned, walking past you and towards the nearest tree, a fairly large one that she could rest her back against, the bark almost smooth, with only a few grooves arrangd in the shape of a heart and two names.

She put her back against it, grabbed at the edges of her Yukata and spread it open, as well as her legs.

"C'mere darlin'," she moaned, "c'mere an' drink straight from the source~!"

Well, whatever. You needed to get laid, she needed to get laid, and she was exceedingly sexy anyway.

Licking your lips, and realizing she hadn't even waited for you to respond but failing to care, you got on your knees and as she asked, nay, demanded of you, put your hands on her thighs, spreading her even further open, and raised her just enough to give yourself a good angle to dig into her pussy.

She wasn't wrong.

The purest, most delicious and greatest sake flowed from her cunt. Shutendouji's pussy juice wasn't just alcoholic, it was very strong, but it went down smoothly, leaving only a pleasantly warm buzz on your throat, rather than the harsh blaze that it should given how potent it was. Her pussy juice was plentiful and warm, and her lovely voice was the perfect accompaniment to spice up a good stiff drink. She let go of her yukata and you felt the soft touch of its fabric on the sides of your head, looking up you saw her eyes almost swimming, her usually super pale cheeks bright pink, the color of the tips of her horns spreading further down, and her nostrils flaring as she looked down at you.

She wasn't kidding.

She needed this badly. So badly that she was treading your hair with her fingers and scratching your scalp almost painfully with her nails and she was panting and moaning and pushing you against her pussy, your lips mashed against hers and your tongue licking and lapping at the dark pink and rich insides, you were sucking, slurping and swallowing everything she was giving you.

Each swallow felt like a long swig or even a whole saucer of sake going straight down your throat, in mere moments her clit grew from just a slight protrusion near the top of her pussy to protruding out of the little hood it was normally hidden in, and that meant you had to move swiftly, moving your lips from her cunt to her clit and surrounding it, sucking it hard while at the same time sticking two of your fingers up the same vagina you had just been sucking.

She was overflowing around your fingers.

"Ahn, darlin'! There!" she cried out, "lick mah lil' clittie~ suck it~ bite it~!"

You pressed your teeth gently against it, even with her immense strength and durability, she still reacted strongly when you played with her clit, it was just as sensitive as it should be if not even more, her pussy suddenly crushed your fingers and you knew that if you weren't enhanced, she would've literally crushed your bones to dust.

"Ahh, yesss!!" she hissed, her fingernails digging into your scalp so hard she might've broken your skin, "darlin'! Curl your-"

Your fingers twisted and curled inside her and you found the weakest, most sensitive spot in all of her pussy, her g spot so to speak, and began teasing it directly while sucking her clit.

"Ahn, yes, yeeeesh, ahn, amh, guh, cu, coomeeenggg~!!"

Shutendouji was a squirter... but she didn't squirt pussy juice, she squirted divine wine, on par with the legendary nectar of the gods, the ultimate in alcoholic beverages that could be created, it was mind numbing and delicious and it was so stupidly potent as an aphrodisiac that your cock had gained its legendary proportions without you even having to 'unlock' it.

Huffing and exhaling out of your nose, you moved back, and noticed that your breath was steaming, your body heat was rising massively. Medea's poison resistance charm didn't make you immune to alcohol, but it did make you resistant enough it'd take even Shutendouji some effort to get you drunk, yet her cunt juice was making you feel that pleasant buzz that was so rare for you.

You stood up and undid your own sash, letting your yukata open and then shrugging it off your shoulders, revealing your ridiculously massive, monstrous cock.

"O-Oh me oh my," Shutendouji said, her eyes as wide as they came, almost going cross eyed as you rose to your full height, which grew a little as your musculature expanded.

"Why is it," you said, your voice growing a little deeper, "that all the short women in Chaldea just seem to like men so much bigger than themselves?" you said, putting a hand on the tree and looming over her. While she hadn't looked all that out of place among her fellow countrymen and especially her fellow japanese women, she did look minuscule when you looked down at her from above, your cock next to her body.

Shutendouji licked her lips. "Ahhn, darlin' I ain't got no clue," she said with a soft little giggle, "but, 'n this could jus' be me bein' me," she said, raising a hand to cover her face with a faux demure demeanor, "I cannae wait 'til you take that bitchbreaker'a yers 'n rearrange me'nternal org'ns with it," she said, breathing heavily and her accent getting increasingly thicker.

You had to bend down a little to grab her under the waist and raise her, pushing her back against the tree again. Raising her to your face, you mashed your lips to hers, this time the ones on her mouth, and pressed her against the wall with your chest, pressing against her modest but perky titties, feeling her nipples almost cut into you from how stiff they were, while at the same time pushing your cock against her overflowing juicy cunt.

"Ahn, darlieehhggghkkk!!"

Her moan was cut short by a shriek that was itself cut short as you forced three quarters of your cock into her, immediately her tummy bulged visibly, and you pulled back to admire her small body being overwhelmed by a cock entirely too large for her. She was an oni, not a human being, yet it was obvious that even her inhuman physique was struggling.

Not that it would stop you.

"Hurt me moar, darlin'~♥!"

Forcing the last quarter of your cock into her saw her eyes go blank for a moment, her stare unseeing for a good few brief seconds before you began pumping and thrusting, forcing yourself out even as her entire body seemed determined to keep you in, then pushing back into what felt like cement walls wrapped in the softest velvet, she was tight and narrow but with every thrust she was growing a little bit, making it easier to fuck her.

You found the back of her pussy and the stiff gate of her womb, and with a powerful thrust that had the tree behind her shudder and its pink flowers shaking, you broke right past that last barrier of resistance and filled her baby room, she gurgled and moaned and tried to say something but clearly couldn't.

Getting out of there made you feel like her body might try to strangle your cock, and pushing back in was just as laborious a process, but soon you were working in and out of her womb, fucking a hole that was never supposed to be fucked, but she wasn't human, never had been, and could do things that humans couldn't even conceive of.

Partially unseeing eyes focused on yours, clawed hands grabbed onto your shoulders and neck, and she leaned forward, biting onto your neck, seeking comfort, and more importantly, trying to hurt you to piss you off so you would fuck her even harder, which of course you would immediately do, it was what she wanted, she wanted it to hurt a little, and unfortuantely, she was so strong and tolerant that you had to fuck her hard.

How hard?

You thrust into her so hard that when her back hit the tree, many of its flowers fell off as it violently shook from the impact.

And then you did it again, and again, each thrust making her tummy bulge visibly as you fucked her deep in her womb, and then returning to normal as you pulled two thirds of your thick, massive cock out of her.

"Better... than... oni!! MORE!!" she screeched, biting your shoulder hard enough to draw blood this time, drinking it with absolutely no shame, "more, fuck me more, fuck me harder, deeper, destroy me, break~ me~ apart~♥!!"

Every fiber of your being burned as you gathered all your strength and resistance and endurance and stamina and focused all of it into a burst of movement, a rush of mighty and powerful thrusting, pounding her so hard that the tree was making creaking sounds and each clap as your body met hers was like thunder, until finally, with a mighty roar that would send Oni running for the heels, you proclaimed your orgasm to all that would hear, just at the same time as the fireworks show started, conveniently hiding your voice with their detonation.

Shutendouji opened her mouth to scream but couldn't emit a sound as her tummy began to expand, your mind exploded in its own set of fireworks as the tidal wave of pleasure almost had you go blind, the white waves in your mind matching the ones exploding in Shutendouji's womb, which filled far past capacity with the first shot, and the second and third and up to the fifth just pushed her far beyond that.

Her tummy after a minute looked like she was bearing your child, and was about to give birth, even as you, panting, pulled your dick out, it didn't grow any smaller, even as your last few shots were on her pussy, gaping open for several seconds as you pulled out, only to seal back up almost as if by magic, and your cum coated her chest and crotch.

You lowered her so the last spurts of rich dick milk could go where she needed them, as she sealed her lips around your prickhead, so large it was about all she could manage to just cover your cum slit, and then while resting her fangs on your glans in a way that sent exciting sensations down your cock to your core, she sucked your cum out of your urethra, draining the last of your ball juice by stroking your immense cock until the effect of her sake passed and you shrank back to your regular size.

Panting, you stepped back and let her drop to the ground.

"Mhm, amazin', darlin'," she crooned, sitting on the ground, taking a deep breath.

Huffing, you nodded. "You were amazing too," you admitted. It really was amazing. Fucking her that roughly... it was something you couldn't do with just anyone, not just because of their physical limitations, but also because it was hard to really get in the mood to do something so lewdly brutal without Shutendouji's erotic voice encouraging you.

She giggled, then demonstrating her impressive endurance, stood back up, turned around and moved her yukata out of the way, one hand on the tree, the other on her ass, spreading her cheeks and revealing her asshole.

You gulped, especially because the sight of her belly, still expanded, made her look like she was pregnant, and it was giving you an incredibly erotic desire to fuck her, memories of how thirsty Ritsuka, Mashu and Medea had been coursing through your mind.

"Well darlin'?" she asked. "Will you finish the job?" she asked, shaking her butt. "Mhm... Oni girls like me, we're, hhmm, special~" she said. "C'mon in, gimme another load, put even more of your babies in me~♥!"

"Somehow, I feel like I'm forgetting something," you muttered, frowning, then shrugging, and approaching the alcoholic oni, resting the tip of your engorged cock against her asshole. Already, you were letting yourself loose once more, and your body grew once more.

Surely, if you forgot it, it wasn't that important...

Meanwhile, in the cabin, the leprechaun was hiding under his bed, positively terrified that some sort of massive, dangerous beast was stalking around his cabin, looking to eat him, because he could not imagine what else was making those animalistic sounds and pounding that was shaking the trees and his very home, and worse... it seemed to only be getting stronger.

"Oh, great, now there's two of them!" the Irish ex-pat cried out, trying to cover his ears and curling up into a ball.