Hotel Chaldea Ep. Lady Avalon

Lady Avalon, also known as Merlin to those who knew her well, was no stranger. She was eyecatching and captivating, and fit to her nature as a succubus, she was downright bewitching and lewd when she wanted to be, an existence of dreamlike eroticism and naughty fantasy... Now, this sounds all fine, dandy and lovely, but of course, that wasn't really all it was cracked up to be.

Especially because, while she was a high earner and very hard working individual who took care of and managed a lot of wealthy and powerful clients, and was good enough at her job that she handled clients from several different worlds without issue, she was also flighty and unreliable at the worst times imaginable.

And just recently, she had decided in her perhaps questionably finite wisdom that creating a diplomatic incident that threatened cooperation across timelines, resulting in Ritsuka having to work double time to smooth things over, would just be the funniest and most interesting little game to play.

A prank, she called it.

And of course, she wasn't even feeling the least bit guilty about it.

Which is how she had landed herself in the situation she was in. Namely, found herself on her back, on a table in the middle of a drab, bland room, with her undersuit torn up, her robes removed, and sporting an atomic blush as the most powerful aphrodisiac known to the Greek Gods was running through her veins in quantities sufficient to get even Hestia randy and ready to go.

There were cuffs on her wrists and on her ankles and there was a leather collar reinforced with cold iron wrapped around her neck.

Your hand ghosted along her tummy, the undersuit was skintight and stretched thin enough to be transparent, so you could feel her skin under it, and felt her body tremble as your touch sent sparks of pleasure along her skin to her core, lighting up the pink tribal tattoo, roughly in the shape of a heart, directly over where her womb was.

Shuddering and moaning, she tried to move, but the glowing iron bands around her wrists and ankles kept her firmly in place.

Lady Avalon was excessively beautiful, a literal demon, the likes of which would have entire myths written about her terrible beauty... but right then and there, to you, she looked like a troublemaking dumbass that had caused a serious disaster and got herself into the punishment room.

"You understand why I'm doing this don't you?" you asked, idly, running your hand up to her chest, reaching her breast, which heaved as she breathed in short, quick pants, barely making her chest rise and fall but instead shaking them a little, her pink nipples proudly standing at attention, stiff like pebbles that made her areolas stand out even more. When she didn't respond, you moved your hand to hover over her breast, and then curled a finger before flicking her nipple.

Her voice came out, pure auditive eroticism, a sweet moan that vibrated directly into your crotch and cock and made you truly feel just how intense her presence was. She was aroused beyond the norm and pushed to the limits of her own control, and she was clearly unable to hold back the aura of a succubus that drove men wild.

"Hm... what did you do wrong?"

She panted and mewled. "I recorded a video of a client without them knowing!" she said, trembling as she spoke.

"No, that wasn't what you did wrong... well that's also wrong but that's not the problem," you corrected, frowning, she was dancing around the subject. You walked around the table she was laid on, and got on her other side, your hand moving into position, finger curling again, "what did you do wrong?" you asked again.

She gave you a shaky grin that tried to look smug.

Thus, you flicked her other nipple, and she let out another long, lewd and wet moan, shuddering from her ankles to her wrists, shaking so much that even her hair seemed to be vibrating, prevented from moving from the glowing restraints on her neck, ankles and wrists.

"I released it! I made a naughty video of a client and released it publicly!" she mewled.

"Correct," you said, humming as you moved around, going to her lower body and grabbing her leg by the ankle. She couldn't move any part of her body while she was bound in the Cold Iron Shackles, they were made specifically for you to use on her, and tuned so only you could move them. It was a sobering thought to learn just how incredible of a magical master the Succubus before you was, that Circe and Medea had needed to work together to create functional restraints.

Moving her legs came easily. She couldn't resist at all and didn't even try.

"Ooh, do you like what you see?" she asked, wagging her eyebrows at you as you raised her legs. Fortunately, she was very flexible and could bend quite a bit, allowing you to make her raise her legs comfortably, revealing her incredibly well shaped and rounded bottom, her winking asshole, and most important of all, her extremely sopping wet and flooding cunt, which was already leaking, nay, drooling cunt juice outright.

"I do," you replied, "you have a very pretty pussy."

And she did. It was like a work of art, like it was almost impossibly well shaped, her lips were puffy and big, she had a remarkably enticing pink color, it opened just ever so slightly to show you the much darker pink of her insides as she breathed and twitched, her entire body was lewd and her pussy was the lewdest of it all, it was almost enticing you, inviting you, by itself...

But you held strong.

The chromed steel table was also magical, and you could push it from one end to shrink it, to shorten it so that you had access to her crotch and ass. Her legs were held up in midair by the cuffs that froze themselves in the position you put her in, and this meant her lower section, her lewd cunt and her wonderful legs and thighs and her pale pink cheeks.

In fact, they looked so pale that you definitely felt like they needed to have a lot more color added to them.

"Are you going to apologize for what you did?" you asked.

"Let me think~" she spoke at first, "mhm! Alright," she said, "no."

You snorted. "You know how this is gonna go."

"Yeah," she moaned, "now why don't you follow your heart and leave a big, nice and dark red handprint on my ass?" she asked, her voice as saucy as her words.

"I'm starting to think that this isn't as much of a punishment as it should be considering we're in the punishment room," you pointed out, putting a hand on the back of her thigh and taking position.

"Oh no, no no, not at all, I'm totally terrified about feeling a little bit of pain, I'm totally not waiting for you to start spanking my naughty ass so I can cum my slutty brains out, for sure, one hundred percent!" she said.

Holding her legs in place out of habit more than because you needed to, you brought your hand down and with a thundering crack, delivered the first powerful spank directly to her right ass cheek with your left hand.

She let out a yelp, and a cry of pain, and her pussy squirted a little bit of juice all over your wrist and forearm, her pain clearly turning to pleasure after only a few brief moments, her ass already turning bright red, the hue darkening with every moment that passed. You raised your hand again, and looked her in the face, her eyes were wide open, and her pupils were glowing pink hearts.

It was no wonder she was sometimes called a 'Pornomancer' along with her masculine self, considering she seemed like she stepped right out of a pornographic work as it was. Somehow combining angelic purity and devilish sexiness into a single look, and coming out a thousand times lewder because of it.

You couldn't wait. The second smack, this time to her left cheek, came fast, and hard, and she was shaking and crying and trying to curl up but clearly couldn't, she cried out in ecstasy and pain as the third blow arrived, back on the right cheek, then she clenched both fists and pulled at her cuffs when the fourth blow came.

Each one was accompanied by the crack of thunder, you hit her with the force of a thunderbolt straight from Zeus, a hammer blow with the might of Thor... Her butt was just too good to spank, she was a being made for sex, to satisfy her partner, an entity of nothing but lewd intent, and more important of all, she was an overgrown brat that needed some serious correction because she was getting off massively even on stuff that would cause most girls to balk!

"Is there anything that doesn't turn you on?" you asked, idly.

"Boring humans♥!" she admitted readily. "Hit me more~♥!"

"Unlucky you," you said, "my hand's getting tired."

It wasn't, not really.

"So I'll move on to the next step."

You stepped aside, and then took her cuffs into hand again, moving her and turning her on her front, raising her and hanging her from her wrists and ankles, as if she was hung from the ceiling, while you raised the table and bent it at the middle, twisting it until it took the shape of an A frame, imitating a wooden horse, but made of magical metal.

"Uh oh," she giggled, "that looks naaasty♥!" she said, her voice dripping with excitement. "Are you gonna use that on me?" she asked, trembling with lewd energy, "oh, no, please don't♥ please don't lower me on that♥ I wouldn't be able to take the stimulation and pleas- pain," she said, moving her knees as if trying to push herself down onto it.

Rolling your eyes, you did exactly as she asked, deactivating the support from her legs and letting her weight rest on the metal horse, adjusting her position until her cunt was resting directly on the painful looking edge, which was only slightly rounded, just enough that it didn't actually cut into her, but still felt like it was about to split her in two.

Immediately, her cunt juices soaked the horse and began sliding down in rivulets along its sides.

"How lewd," she moaned, "ahn, it's gonna split me in two♥ it hurts♥ so good♥!"

You adjusted her wrists so that she could, if she wished to, hold herself up, but of course she wasn't even trying.

"You like pain, huh," you muttered, moving to the only other piece of furniture in the room, a heavy wooden dresser that contained an array of useful objects. Opening one of the drawers, you moved a few items out of the way, trying not to think about what they were, and came upon what you needed, a series of clamps that looked like clothes pins, some which were simple, and others, which had a small little bean-shaped object attached by a small wire to them.

Grabbing both kinds, you moved back to where Lady Avalon was humping the metal surface, running her cunt along its edge, and rolled your eyes.

"If you like pain so much, how about a little more?" you asked, placing a hand on her chest to keep her still, grabbing her by the meat of her right breast, squeezing it just enough to have her already stiff nipple sticking out even more.

"Yes please!" she begged. "Ohh, that looks scaaary♥!"

You raised one of the clamps, opening it, and then you let it close around her nipple.

Immediately, she cried out in ecstasy, and shook and vibrated in place. You responded to her movement by smacking her breast harshly, leaving a mark on it, and causing her to convulse and swallow, groaning lewdly, freezing in place just long enough to let you grab her other breast and snap another clamp onto it, which caused her to shudder and spray another helping of pussy juice all over the metal horse.

"Ughn, ahhn, yeesssh♥!" she screamed. "Moar♥!"

Well, the lady asked, so as a gentleman, you obliged, taking a third clamp and this time, putting your hand on the middle of her chest, pushing her back so her crotch moved forward, then holding her in place, snapping your fingers with your other hand to activate the dangling bean-shaped little charm hanging from the clamps... and immediately, they began to vibrate.

She screeched as the vibrations were transferred along the wire and immediately began sending the vibrations into her sensitive nipples.

But that wasn't all!

You also put a few more clamps all over her chest while she was vibrating, catching and pinching the skin of her breasts and adding spikes of deliciously sharp pain to her overwhelming pleasure, just how she'd wanted, just what she'd asked for.

"OGnh, ohhhh♥♥♥!" she was trying to thrash about, but reactivating the cuffs on her ankles quickly saw a stop to that, forcing her to stay still as you took the final clamp, the third one with a vibrating rotor attached. Holding onto her hip this time, you kept her still just long enough to put the final clamp in place, right at her clit, which was poking out of her hood and just begging for attention.

The enchanted clamp quickly found purchase and moved as if by itself to ensure it was delivering pressure exactly where needed, and finally, with one more snap of your fingers, you not only activated the last clamp's vibrator, but also turned the vibration strength to the absolute maximum.

She screeched. "It's too strong, I'm gonna cum, the vibration, guh, it's too muuuuch♥♥♥!" she cried out, trying to curl up, to move, to shake, to do anything, but she couldn't, she was firmly held in place, unable to do anything but endure the waves of striking pleasure crashing against her, and she gurgled out her pleasure, unable to even throw her head back due to the collar around her neck. "I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming, I'm cumming cumming cumming cummingggghh!!"

She screamed until her voice went hoarse and then in an instant, her pussy exploded in a shower of pussy juice as she squirted hard, it was so sudden and explosive and there was so much that it looked like she had pissed herself, it was a staggeringly, unbelievably intense and powerful orgasm, it was incredible to see and it was making your pants scarily uncomfortable.

She shuddered and shook, her scream fading and her body going slack on the cuffs. With a clap, you deactivated all of the devices on the clamps, and then you steadily went about removing them, grabbing her and moving her off the horse so you could turn it back into a table, and then deactivating her cuffs as well, so that her weight dropped onto you.

You took her in your arms and then took her out of the room, into the ante-chamber for the punishment room, which was plush, comfy, had a minibar and snacks, and most importantly, soft, low lighting that allowed one to relax.

As you sat on the big couch that dominated one of the walls, you cradled her and felt her hug you, resting her head on your chest, nuzzling you and groaning.

"Thanks, that was... incredible," she moaned, as you hugged her and let her rest.

"I didn't go too far did I?" you asked.

"No, it was perfect, you were amazing," she said, giggling softly, one finger playing with your chest, her fingernail drawing patterns on you.

"So... can you tell me what actually happened? I mean, you're somehow getting punished and rewarded simultaneously, I really need to know what happened," you asked.

"Master didn't tell you?" Lady Avalon exhaled out of her nose, letting out an almost musical giggle, "well, the video I made was of a... very powerful politician making me wear his daughter's school uniform and telling me to call him daddy," she said with a giggle. "Thanks to the video coming out, an investigation into him started and it turned out he was part of a big organization that abused children," she said, "so I'm getting punished for what I did but rewarded for what came out of my actions," she said, kissing your cheek.

"I see..." you hummed. "Did you really dislike doing that so much that you did that out of spite?" you asked.

"Oh no, not at all, I would've been fine with that," she said, "he tried to use some sort of hypnosis app on his phone to start some trite netorare plot," she huffed. "I can accept any fetishes, but I draw the line at a boring retread of a story someone else's already told!"

That was so stupid it was hard not to laugh.