Hotel Chaldea Ep. Scathach 3

I was already missing the aunt and cousin I left behind in the sleepy little town of Vinci, for a good handful of reasons mind you not just the fact that for once I stayed at a place where I was having fun!

But, such is the life of an international caliber athlete that's being passed around like a hot potato. Apparently, I'm good enough to be lucrative but not good enough that my so called 'owners' would actually fight to try to keep me, and the moment a good offer came, the Italians happily traded me over. I went from the warm mediterranean country of Italy to the cold northern island of Ireland.

I mean I won't sit here and pretend I'm not happy, to some degree, about making more money and having greater career prospects, but getting used to the language every time, getting used to the customs and the weather and climate... well, at least I was back from my injury and now working with my new paymasters, who at least seemed a bit more enthused in seeing my potential come through for them.

If only for no other reason than they had paid a pretty penny for me and wished to make sure that I would multiply their investment in me.

At least, that's what I thought initially.

I would only find out what was going on when I was finally taken to the housing that the club had prepared for me in Ireland, only to find out that I was meeting an old acquaintance from a long time ago in my life, someone whom I hadn't seen since I was a young boy once more.

I was dropped off at the doors of a large townhouse in Belfast, the front's architecture instantly coming to mind because I'd seen it once in a short video detailing impressive sights from around the world. This house was one of the oldest still inhabitated dwellings in the world, dating back to before the Anglo-Saxon invasion of the British Isles.

The impressive looks of the extremely well kept old stone construction, decorated and enhanced a little with modern repairs to try to ensure it remained as close as possible and wouldn't be worn down by time, was actually a bit breathtaking. But why was I dropped off there?

"Impressive, isn't it? It's withstood the test of time like no other dwelling, despite having had continuous habitation for the past two thousand years," a mature and calm woman's voice spoke behind me.

I almost jumped, but managed to control myself, as I turned to see a somewhat vaguely familiar face. Red eyes, wine colored hair and a slightly impassive smile, a practiced smile, greeted me first. A striking beauty, with a hint of an intimidating aura that frankly only enhanced her beauty. It took me an uncomfortably long amount of time to make the connection.

To be fair to me, I was distracted by her enchantingly pretty face, and her even more incredibly beautiful body. She was making zero attempts to hide it, dressed in a long, shoulderless sweater, at once thick yet hiding nothing, allowing me to see the curves of her body as it clung to her shape.

Her legs were encased in opaque stockings that just showed them off even more, and even trying to focus on something else failed, as every detail from the perfection of her toes in her open toed high heels and the way she stood, how she folded her arms just under her chest making them stand up a little more- everything about her was...

Distracting, to say the least.

"Auntie Hawk?" I asked.

She chuckled briefly. "Ah, yes, I forgot you couldn't pronounce my name when you were young..." she said, "but, you can now, yes? My name is Scathach, young lad," she said.

"Sca-" I blinked. "Scathach? You'll have to spell that for me later."

"Sure," she said, clearly not terribly minding my rather strained attempt at pronouncing her name. "Shall we go in?" she asked.

"W-Wait, hold on- do you work here, Auntie Scathach?" I asked her, as she unhooked her arms, though her perky breasts didn't droop at all, shaking her head. "Eh..? You don't mean?"

"I don't work at this house, lad," she said, patting my shoulder, "I'm the one who runs it," she said, "welcome to my little Kingdom of Shadows," she said. "Come on in, it's cold outside," she said, as she walked past me and towards the door of the house, her hips swaying hypnotically in front of me, as every fiber of my being wondered if her sweater would slip, if the elastic band at its hem might fail just enough for it to slip up her perfect hips and waist and show me a tantalizing glimpse of her butt.

She turned to face me, and with an almost viciously enticing little smirk, the smirk of a lion playing with a mouse, she reached behind herself and straightened her sweater behind herself, as if to acknowledge exactly where my eyes were glued, before turning around and pulling the keys from one of her sleeves, opening the doors that would lead me to the place I was staying at while I would be playing with the new club.

Getting settled was the first thing in my mind that wasn't part of Auntie Scathach's body, and for a brief moment I chastised myself for how much of my attention it took up. She was making me feel like a needy and hormonal teenager all over again, it feels like I should be more than resistant to this, but, rather than building a tolerane, I think I've only gotten more sensitive to the incredible beauty of women...

I sighed almost despondently now that I was alone in my room.

Auntie Scathach was, well, not really my aunt. Rather, she was a very close friend of my family, and ex wife to one of my actual uncles, someone who was even considered family once before life had split the paths of an once very tightly knit friend group. I had known her as Auntie Hawk because her name was difficult back when I was young, and back then, I remember even having said that one day I'd marry her.

I remember back then how my family had joked about her being a cold and mostly taciturn individual except when she played with me, and how I was going to be the one to thaw the Irish Ice Queen's frozen heart.

Once everything was squared away and I had unloaded my bags, unpacked them into the furniture in my room, I was left to admire the place I was at. More beautiful than any hotel, but perhaps lacking a degree of cozy homeliness that the place in Italy'd had. It also lacked certain modern conveniences, because from what I've heard, UK regulation prevents auntie from modernizing in certain aspects, and is the explanation behind why the electrical instalations were rather visible.

She only briefly touched on such matters when she gave me the tour that led me to my new room.

No sooner had I settled, sat on my bed, that the door to my room, a heavy looking but actually rather light wooden door painted to look old school, shook a little as my aunt first seemed to intend to push it open, then she stopped, closed it back up before it could open more than a crack, and then she banged on the door.

"Come on in," I called.

Opening the door, auntie deftly pretended that she hadn't been just about to come into my room unannounced. I couldn't blame her, it was her home after all, and she probably wasn't used to having to respect a young man's privacy. "Hello there, lad," she said, "are you settling in well?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's big but I'll get used to it," I said, looking around, "feels like I could put every trophy I've ever won here and still have leftover room for more cases," I muttered.

I wasn't kidding. This room alone was bigger than my entire childhood home. Is my mother the only person in her friends' group that isn't wealthy!?

"That's good to hear. Really, use the space however you like," she said, gesturing, "the room is yours," she spoke, closing her eyes for a few moments, stepping forward and clearing the distance between the entrance to the room and the bed. The walls might've been distant but as she approached it felt like the walls shrank around us. "You've really grown up a lot since I last saw you..."

"But you haven't changed at all Auntie," I replied.

It's not empty flattery. I'm not exactly a smooth operator with women, never really have been, but even I know that everyone likes a compliment... yet I don't have to flatter her at all. She moves with grace and confidence as she approaches me.

"I'm not blind to the passage of time," she said, raising a hand and running it through her perfectly uniformly colored hair, not a gray one to be seen. Her ruby red eyes almost glinted as the artificial light made to look like a candelabrum above my bed reflected off of them, and she leaned forward, her hand on my chin tilting it up to look at her directly. "Are you shy, lad?" she asked.

I tore my gaze away, feeling it burn. My desire for her never went away.

Reignited by meeting her once more, I can feel the burning desire in my loins for the woman I had crushed on as a young boy. She had gone away, hadn't been part of my life for so long... and yet just meeting her once is enough to bring me back to being a teenager rubbing his meat raw to old pictures of my favorite auntie in her swimsuit. "You, you're married, this isn't right..."

She chuckled. She had been married to my uncle, a long time ago.

Her hand moved, the tip of her finger set under my chin and pushed me up, making me look at her once more, then she slid her hand along my jaw to cup my chin on her palm and then she tilted my head while leaning forward, I could see her lips part and a flash of her pink tongue as she planted her lips on mine, in a deliciously sweet kiss.

I don't know why I expected her to taste of whiskey, but she tastes of fruit instead, she tastes of a delicious cherry even. Her lipstick, maybe?

My eyes open once more as our sweet kiss ends, and her smile is as enchanting as ever.

"That marriage ended a long time ago," she said, her voice a little throaty. "Will you show me the results of your training, lad?" she asked. "Who knows, if you're good enough, I might take you on as my own apprentice..."

Scathach... she was a famous trainer, though she didn't do much in the way of self advertising, it was said some of the greatest Athletes of all time had trained under her. She would undoubtedly be one of the greatest assets to improve my career, but- but-

I clenched my fists. "What if I don't measure up?" I asked her. "Auntie, I feel like- I've liked you for so long," she said, "that I'm afraid, what if I- what if I just can't perform well enough for you?" I asked.

"There is no way you will disappoint, after all," she said, smirking as she took a step back, "I'm so excited I feel like I might burst at the slightest touch myself," she admitted, reaching under the hem of her white sweater and pulling it up to show me her crotch. Her tights were soaked and her black panties underneath were thoroughly soaked to the point that she was dripping juices down and leaking in rivulets down her thighs.

I swallowed and felt my cock stir, no, I was already hard and getting so hard that I was in agony just from the pressure of my pants constraining my erection. I had to let it out, and I did so quickly, though all my concentration was on her movements.

She let her sweater drop but it didn't slide back down past her hips, and she reached for her crotch, using her fingernails to tear a hole in her tights and spreading it wide, before hooking two fingers on the soaked fabric of her panties and moving them aside to reveal that the carpet did match the curtains, she had faint wisps of slightly lighter red coloring on her crotch.

She was groomed almost perfectly, clearly she kept herself usually groomed but perhaps I had come in unexpectedly.

I gulped and before I realized, she had already moved on to straddling me, using her hands to push my back onto the bed. The mattress seemed stiff at first but I almost sank in it when both our weight was applied to it, and she looked down from above, covering the ceiling light and giving her a reddish halo as her hair fell like curtains from around us. She pulled a strand of it back as she moved her hips until the tip of my dick kissed her lower lips.

There was no discussion to be had, she didn't ask me if I was ready.

We both knew we both wanted this, and we shared equally ecstatic moans as she lowered herself and engulfed my cock in her overwhelmingly wet, hot and sticky cunt. She leaned down until our bodies were flush against one another, and though we were wearing thick layers of cloth, the heat transferred just as easily, we were both burning up as our lips and tongues met in a mating dance as old as time.

At the same time, her hips began to rock, and then moving quicker and quicker, she changed her motions to a bounce, until the bedsprings were creaking and the wood was protesting her motions, she was moving like a blur, bouncing repeatedly, the impact of her skin against mine resonating in a crack that even drowned out the sounds of our kissing, lip smacking and slurping on each other's tongues.

We were like animals then, full of desire and lust for one another. My hands grabbed at her back first but before long I slid them to her ass.

"Take me," she demanded, breaking our kiss only long enough to do so, "fuck me like you mean it," she said, "I want to feel your desire for me..!"

I couldn't say no, I couldn't even imagine saying no, such a gorgeous woman, an incomparable beauty wanted me, wanted and desired my body as much as I wanted and desired hers... possessed of strength I didn't even know I had, I flipped us both to put her on her back on the bed, adjusting our position so she could properly lie on it and climbing on top of it with her.

I put my hands on either side of her shoulders, adjusting my position even as I ground my cock inside her, looking at her slightly inexpressive face, looking for the minute twitches of your lips, the tightening of her expression, the brief wrinkling of her skin around her eyes when she strained to keep a serious face... I tracked them all, I followed every hint and clue, and finally, I found the jackpot as I slightly twisted my hips so my dick hit the exact angle to assault her deepest and most sensitive pleasure button.

She actually let out a moan of surprise and her face was openly expressive for the first time since I've known her, and though she quickly tried to school her features once more, I hit her there again, grinding the tip of my cock against her sweet spot, and before she could recover, or get used to that pleasure, I pulled back and changed my angle again, ensuring that I would rub against a different, slightly less sensitive spot.

I couldn't, wouldn't, let up, I took her lips for myself once more and pressed my knees and toes into the mattress to find purchase, spreading her legs further so I could get a better angle to hit that deep spot, putting my weight on her, as I raised her legs in the air.

The desire and lust burned in my soul, I could feel every muscle and even my bones, everything was dedicated to the single and solitary objective of breeding the overwhelmingly beautiful woman below me, and so with every fiber of my being worked together for that one purpose, I began moving, wasting little time and cranking it up to top speed and maximum intensity as soon as I could, my hands moving to grab onto her bountiful chest through her sweater, playing with those pillows and feeling their softness even through the fabric, but soon enough with my body's desperation for hers growing I could only cling to her, I could only take hold of her legs, I could only think of pushing, putting it in, pulling it out, deeper, faster, stronger.

I could only think of the wonderful sensation of her folds, the creases of her internal walls, her pussy clinging and wrapping around me, the slick and wet heat that seemed to spread all over my body just from her pussy's clingy hug of my cock...

"Ahgnh, Auntiee! I've always liked you, I always thought you were super beautiful!! Auntie Hawk!!"

"Ghn, then, then go ahead, a-and claim my pussy with your cum!! Go ahead, spray your cum, in my womb, and paint it, in your color!!"

I was gritting my teeth and tensing my muscles so much they might have torn already but it didn't matter, everything was put into holding back as long as possible because I wanted to experience the paradise of her pussy longer, but it was no use.

"Here I go, Auntiee!! Get pregnant, get pregnant with my baby!!"

"Yes!! I'll have your child, go ahead and breed me!!"

I slammed as deep as I could go, all the way into her deepest depths, pounding onto the g ate of her very womb, pushing our babymaking sex to its very ultimate end, and then I exploded, let loose and felt the burning sensation of effort, of a workout greater than any other, suddenly disappear and the relaxation of a mindwipingly powerful orgasm course through me as I exploded, my balls working far beyond the norm to push the excess of cum down my shaft and into Scathach's womb.

I could see it in my mind's eye, feel it in my very being, I could imagine each of my swimmers heading towards her eggs, seekign to make good on my promise...

The tension faded and suddenly my body felt tired, and then I collapsed, my aunt hugging my body to hers.

"Aaand cut!"

And then everything was back to reality.

"Excellent job!"

The pink haired Rider who refused to reveal her name, wearing a pink leotard and bunny ears, clapped briefly. "Why, I could almost believe that you two were really some long lost lovers separated by time!" she called with a giggle. "Now, take five, and prepare for the next scene! Someone go find Skadi and tell her to put on her bikini under the sweater!"

Nobody really paid attention to the couple of actors, who hadn't even cared about the cut and were now just fucking there, caring little about the fact that they could be seen by the film crew...