Hotel Chaldea Christmas 2: Medea

The sound of two pairs of lips smacking could be heard over the crackling of the fire.

"You taste like chocolate," you said, giving your partner a smile to match hers. The curve of her blue painted lips, the slight crinkling of her eyes, the lifting of her cheeks... every part of her filled you with warmth, far greater and more comfy than the flames in the hearth.

"What a coincidence, so do you," she responded, reaching forward and kissing you once more, her tongue licking your lips, taking the chocolate into her mouth. "How curious, this tastes so much better than what's in the cup. Are you holding out on a secret ingredient?"

"I'm told in good authority, the most important ingredient is love."

The line was cheesier than fondue, of course, but it didn't really matter, because she kissed you again to prevent another one, and now your tongues danced with each other. A fluffy blanked covered the two of you, resting on her shoulders and on your back.

She sat on your lap. 

Other than the blanket, there wasn't a single article of clothing between the two of you, and you could feel that she was just as warmed up as you were, and it had nothing to do with the hot chocolate, the flame, or even the blanket.

Winter nights were wonderful to snuggle up with a loved one. Hunting down Medea hadn't been easy, she was a very skilled woman, and was a very frequent collaborator of a wide variety of shops in the craftsmen's floor. On top of that, it wasn't uncommon for her to be gone on assignments. 

In fact, when you did finally catch up to her, she was about to leave with Ritsuka, but the pregnant redhead had immediately shoved her your way, and told her she'd make do somehow before disappearing, preventing either you or Medea from being able to protest, even if you had thought to do so.

Both of you then wordlessly agreed. 

Your room it was. You'd had a fireplace built into it with some of your earnings as a department head, and from there, a few words got the two of you naked and under the warm blanket. The chocolate was brought to you by someone wearing a maid outfit, you had an inkling you recognized her but she rolled in and out so quickly that there was no way you could tear your eyes off of the dazzling blue haired beauty long enough to even see the girl that brought you the chocolate.

Your lips parted, and Medea raised a pair of fingers to tap her lips, her blue painted nails glinting in the flickering light of the fireplace. "My lips feel weird," she said, "I think-"

You kissed her again, and again, and then some more, smack after smack, tongue on tongue in a familiar dance with a partner who had equal parts skill and knowledge. Her tongue explored your mouth, your tongue explored hers, and the two of you found each other far more delicious and entrancing that the chocolate could ever be.

Being soft when Medea was naked near you was an impossibility. Your cock had been hard since the moment the two of you had undressed, and as she got on top of your lap, the feel of her heat, of her presence over you, made you diamond hard, unbreakable. 

The feel of her chest on yours came first, the feel of her soft, sizable breasts, pressing against your pectoral muscles, her nipples, little pebbles of an enchanting, entrancing pink color, they almost hurt when they rubbed against you, they were so hard you wondered if she could cut glass with them, the tickling sensation as she moved became more erotic, hotter, more intense.

Her lower lips put a kiss on the length of your shaft as she pressed her body against yours, pushing and pressing your cock against your stomach, sandwiching your cock between her body and yours.

In another deep and drawn out kiss, she held you. While in that hold, she moved, her arms around your shoulders, her fingernails ghosting along your back, and her soft, wet and so very hot labia pressed against your cock with greater strength and pressure, igniting the desire between you into a raging firestorm of lust.

She didn't waste any more time. She began to rub against you, clinging to you, making out with you furiously and without regard for anything but further affection and love, grabbing you, hugging you, scratching you, moaning, groaning and gasping suddenly with every break there was between the two of you.

It was not difficult to contain yourself in this situation.

It was impossible.

Your hands grabbed at Medea, one on her left shoulder, the other on her thigh, caressing her soft, supple skin on the way to her ass. She might not have the greatest ass in Chaldea, but the way it felt on your hand, on your palm, the way her soft butt flesh spilled from the gaps between your fingers as you squeezed it, the way she gasped, the musical, delectable sound of her cute voice as she let out a tiny moan, her surprised little cry as your finger touched her posterior's hole...

There was no way you could hold back anymore. It was simply not something that was physically possible to do.

"I love you," you said, seriously, simply and openly, "I love you, I love you, I love you," you repeated, kissing her cheek, kissing a line tracing her jaw and neck, and then diving under the cover of the blanket to trail kisses down to her chest, kissing along the masterfully designed and carved contours of her body, the curves that put goddesses of beauty to shame, the unblemished, soft, perfect, flawless skin that made babies look old and battered.

Medea's pink nipple was offered to you, and you gratefully claimed it, worshipping it with lips, with tongue and with throat, alternating kisses, licks, sucks and more kisses, showering her chest with love and affection the same way she gave you.

"Nngh, I love you, I love you too, I love you so much, I love you so much more than I ever thought I could, I love you, I love you even though I thought I could never love again, I love you so much more..!" she spoke, as you kissed her chest, as you sucked on her breast, as you licked her nipple, she broke down, gasping, moaning, and even sobbing a little. "Please, hold me, don't let me go, please..!"

You held her strongly in your arms as you continued to worship at the divine temple of her body, if there was ever evidence of the supernatural, it was right there in your hands, you were holding it, proof inarguable that there were greater powers at work, only a divine hand could craft a creature as beautiful, as lovely, as amazing as Medea, and they had blessed you with her, to be in her presence, to receive her love and her affection as freely as you did.

Nay, the divine powers, the higher beings would be in awe, jealous awe of you, for you had that which even Gods would surely fight over!

Your body responded to hers, and it took a bit of movement, hard when the two of you were clinging to each other and so unwilling to separate, even for the scarcest moment, but she moved her waist back and up a little, and your cock seemed to know exactly what to do. Your bodies were so well trained, so prepared, so compatible with one another, that you never had to break sight.

Eye contact was maintained, from when she moved back, to when she began to lower down. Absolute, total and complete certainty on each other, trust and confidence, even your bodies would not betray each other.

You slid into her, perfectly. You didn't have to aim, didn't have to think, didn't have to do anything. The two of you moved into each other, and your bodies melded together in perfect harmony, first her lips, then her inner walls, then the innermost folds, and finally, the muscles at the deepest part of her body. Each and every part of her, every part from the smallest fold within the depths of her vagina to the slightly reddened pink labia minora and the puffy, reddish and soaking wet labia majora... 

Every part of her was hugging you. 

Lust, passion, affection and love, all of those feelings were being showered upon you. 

She gasped, shivered and you felt almost like you were being burned, as her lower parts spewed her arousal liquid. "Nnhgh, I'm- so-sorry," she panted, "it's so intense, it's so strong, I can barely hold it together," she bit her lower lip, and you feared she might tear her beautiful lips, or ruin her ever perfect makeup. "Ahhn, I'm sorry, you're- you're so- too much," she panted.

You kissed her lips once more. Holding her in place with one hand on her butt, and another on her shoulder, you began helping her move.

"Oh gods, it's like you're melting me from within..!" she mewled, as you began to shake her a little. She wasn't a particularly tight and narrow woman, no, she was perfect. Within, she was perfect for you. Not naturally, this was not someone merely born with an erotic, naturally sensual body... it was the product of effort, of work, of practice and of course, of affection and love. 

Her body was so compatible with yours, because you shared a common goal, to make the other feel good, a desire so intrinsic and deep that you felt it in your very bones.

"Then let's melt together," you said, wincing, clenching your muscles and then placing another kiss in her lips, your bodies pressing against one another. Her legs shifted, and she raised them, crossing them behind your back. No longer was she astride you, now she was trusting herself entirely and completely to your support.

You moved the hand on her shoulder to her butt, your forearms pressing against her legs, her arms locking behind your neck and shoulders like a belt, your bodies melded against each other, you even felt her clit against your crotch, just over the base of your cock, when you pressed her against your body, hilting yourself within her.

And then you began to move in earnest, raising her and then pushing her back down. It wasn't a frenetic, desperate pace. It wasn't a lustful and desperate pounding, no, it was nothing like that.

Slow, careful, loving and passionate coupling, as two people in love drove each other to climax, little by little, thrust by thrust, bounce by bounce, kiss by kiss, until your mind was strained, your body was failing and her muscles were going wild.

You didn't even have to ask the other, or announce anything, your minds were in perfect synch, as once more, you met in a deep kiss, tongues entwined, as you let loose, mutual and simultaneous orgasms, her inner walls squeezing you, clinging to you, despereate not to let you go, even as you went as deep as you could and you poured everything you had into her, feelings both mental and physical at the same time.

Each burst came directly from your core, and it felt like a part of you went with it, coming back as an echo, carrying with it a part of her, and more and more, the colors that made up the both of you became a single, indistinguishable mess.

Your kiss broke, and you looked into each other's eyes.

And then without a further word, you began to move again, and she matched your movements, and your dance began once more.

"I..." she squared her shoulders. "I wanted to give you a gift, these coming holidays," she said, not stopping her hips' movements even after she laid her head against your shoulder.

"You don't have to," you muttered. "I don't think there's anything in the world that you couldn't outshine with your presence."

She let out a weary chuckle. "I have something in mind, but it won't be ready on time," she said, "so... after new year's... look forward to it, okay?"

She kissed your cheek.

"Then I will," you said, "but until then..."

"Until then, let's... let's drown in each other even more..!"