Hotel Chaldea Ep. Medea II

In many ways, this was not your idea of work. 

Chaldea, however, had a way of making things be different than the norm. 

It went all the way down to their facilities, and how they were laid out, in the multi-tiered complex that was their headquarters. You had, after all, been to a rather interesting egyptian museum like wing of their facilities, clearly meant to entertain guests by treating them as Egyptian nobility - you'd seen a few people in character, entertaining a guest. 

The sight of that thick chocolatey goodness had given you some ideas, but for the time being, your thoughts were completely focused on the Parisian wing of Chaldea's facilities.

Strange as it was, only an elevator ride away from what looked like an egyptian palace, was a recreation of Parisian streets, and in particular, a recreation of a charming restaurant by streetside, with tables set on the 'outside'.

You were sat in the quaint looking chairs, and across the round table from you was the one who had requested your presence this week. When the Master'd told you that you had a job lined up, you hadn't expected something like this. Not the first time you'd been requested, but the first time that it had been a direct request specifically like this.

For a moment, you'd even considered protesting to the master that this wasn't really appropriate, that your job at Chaldea didn't include this... but it was likely that she knew what you would and would not accept, and where your boundaries lay. 

As it were, you wouldn't have rejected this job anyway, as you sat before a smiling Medea, who took a sip from her cup and looked quite satisfied as she put the cup down. "It's nice, isn't it? Just to take a break."

You nodded. "It's really quite nice," you admitted, "it's strange, you can't really tell when you're engrossed in work, but the moment you relax..."

"It hits you all at once, right?" Medea agreed. "How have you been? You've been hard at work."

"Oh, my job is quite satisfying, and I can't knock its rewards," you said with a smile.

She seemed a bit conflicted. "With so much work, sometimes I don't see you for weeks at a time..."

"Sorry about that," you scratched the back of your neck. "Sometimes I have to spend quite a bit of time tracking down delinquents, and since not all of them qualify to take up the chain, sometimes I have to visit them personally..."

Medea nodded. "No no, please, don't mind me," she said. "I would have preferred that you visit me earlier, but..."

"Haha, I was a bit shy," you admitted. "I felt like I might not measure up to last time, I sort of feel like I'm not really good enough to hang out with you, you know?"

Medea's cheeks were dusted pink. "What nonsense- that doesn't-" she shook her head, taking a deep breath and another sip of coffee. "I do enjoy your presence..."

You gave her a smile, if nothing else she was at least trying to be nice. "Hah, sorry, it's just, it always feels like I'm some pauper standing before a princess you know?"

She choked suddenly, and in surprise, you actually found yourself bolting from your seat and rubbing at her back, as she coughed to clear her airways, hacking and shaking as she tried to relax her irritated throat.

"Are you alright?" you asked, trying to keep a lid on your panic as she raised a hand and tried to get control of her breathing. Without thinking, you began rubbing circles on her back, and only now were you really aware of her.

The blue of her hair was a strangely charming color, a shade or two darker than a nice cloudless sky, and her features were sharp and fine. She really did look like a princess out of a storybook, unblemished, perfectly clear skin, expressive eyes, a cute blush and a purple dress that wouldn't be out of place in a runway.

Really, if you were to be absolutely and completely honest, she really was an incredible woman that you were lucky to just be able to spend time with.  

Her face was red as she glared at you, then, the red color even reaching the tips of her charmingly long ears. "Stop looking at me like that!" she protested.

"Sorry, sorry, you look really cute when you blush, I can't help it," you admitted.

"You're ruining my image as a mature woman, making me feel like a teenager again," the blue-haired beauty grumbled, turning aside with a humph, in an almost stereotypically princess-y fashion. "What's up with you, huh! We've spent a-all this time talking about me, b-but, but you can be cute too!"

"Cute?" you asked, giving her a bit of a chuckle. "You're gonna lift my ego skyhigh," you replied with a wink.

She crossed her arms and turned aside. "How dare you make fun of me!"

"I'd never," you said, shaking your head. 

"I'll teach you to make fun of me," she threatened, as she gabbed at the collar of your shirt and pulled you in with surprising strength, planting her lips against yours in rather wild fashion.

She tasted sweet, and her almost chaste kiss almost made you feel like a spark of lightning went through both of you, energizing you. When your lips parted, her face was redder than ever, and you touched a hand to your lips.

"If that's what making fun of you gets me," you said, your mind blanking a little, "maybe I should do it more often!"

She whined. "That's not fair..." she muttered. 

You leaned down, grabbed onto her waist with one arm and the back of her head with the other, and shared in another, deeper, hungrier kiss, your tongues intertwinning. Your hand pressed against her skin through her thin dress, and you felt her bum. "No panties?" you asked, breaking your kiss, panting a little.

Her face was red, and she looked aside.

"A pure princess outside, but beneath, a lewd woman, eh?"

She looked down. "Do you dislike a lewd woman?" she asked.

"I love a lewd woman, and I love a pure princess," you responded. "You're beautiful any way I look at you."

"You're just flattering me," she muttered.

"I'm underselling you," you countered. "You are a driven, intelligent and amazing woman," you said, using your hand on her head to make her look at you. "Any man, or woman, would have to considers themselves amazingly lucky just to spend time with you, let alone be able to get close to you."

She looked down, face almost glowing then. "Y-You..."

"I'm really glad you wanted to hang out with me," you said, "even after I made you do that newlywed roleplay... I was almost afraid you'd think I was weird later..."

"I... I enjoyed it a lot..." she muttered. "You... you were a-amazing, and-" she began poking her fingers together. "Can... can we play at being husband and wife?" she asked. Begged, even.

"Whatever my beautiful wife desires," you said, kissing her lips once more.

She smiled, an expression of unadulterated happiness as her eyes met yours. "Thank you," she said. "Then... let us retreat, my husband... I have prepared a room for us..."

You nodded, kissing her once more, and then helping her stand up by taking her hand on yours. She held it tightly as she stood up, and used it to lead you, as she moved with purpose and with a spring in her step.

One of the doors to the fake storefronts in the Parisian street recreation lead to the immaculate white hallways of Chaldea, and that hallway lead to the room Medea had prepared. It was a normal room, not a fancy hotel, or anything of the sort. If anything, it looked like a regular bedroom at a regular house.

For some reason, it gave you a feeling of satisfaction, as she let go of your hand, taking a couple more steps and then turning around, allowing herself to fall back first on the bed, then stretching her arms towards you.

"Come, my husband," she said, "come and fulfill your wife's desires," she begged, spreading her legs and showing off her lack of underwear, as her dress was hiked up.

You nodded, and covered her body with yours, on your knees and ready to worship at the altar that was her body. Your lips met hers, and your hands quickly freed your penis from its imprisonment.

Her arms wrapped around your back and shoulders, pressing you into her, as your body and hers, in an act of tremendous compatibility, fit into each other perfectly, molding together, her inner walls splitting and allowing you passage.

"W-Welcome b-back, dear," Medea said, pulling back.

You kissed her again, and began rocking your hips, playing with her covered breast as you did.

The pleasure of her body was tremendous, but there was a strange sense of satisfaction, that was separate from the sexual pleasure. For a moment, you understood, what she sought, and what truly made the fantasy of the wedded couple so appealing.

As you looked down at your wife, writhing in pleasure underneath you, and you could only think of making this beautiful creature twist and turn in pleasure, you dedicated yourself, fully and completely, to the task.

True and honest passion and desire overflowed from within, electrifying your body and energizing you, driving your movements and sharpening your focus. You angled your hips, slightly, hitting a different spot, causing her to let out a sharp moan, almost a shriek, as you struck her weak point.

You used everything you'd been taught, everything you'd picked up on, and everything you'd discovered on your own, to return Medea all the pleasure she heaped upon you, the bed creaking underneath you as you poured your lust into her.

Eyes on each other, you both shared one final kiss, as you went as deep as you could go, and kissed her deepest parts as well, her weakest spot. You could not withstand the stimulation as she shuddered in orgasm, her internal walls almost taking a life of their own as they wrapped around you, taking you over the threshold for your own orgasm.

Your first shot seemed to trigger a second simultaneous orgasm in Medea, who gasped and then screwed her eyes shut, trying to keep her voice controlled, but with the second shot of thick semen poured directly into her womb, she lost control and clung onto your body, tears leaking out of her eyes.

Almost worried, you tried to gain control of yourself, but she opened her eyes and stared directly into yours, leaning up for another kiss.

"M-More," she begged. "Let's... let's do it more... keep... keep going, don't stop!"

"As my lovely wife desires," you agreed.

Your muscles were a bit weak still, but your spirit was stronger, and your body obeyed, as despite the sensitive state of your penis, you continued thrusting through your orgasm, and even as it ended, continued.

By the end of the night, her dress was ruined, her hair was a mess, she was covered in sweat and her makeup had become a disaster situation.

And you could not imagine her looking any more beautiful than she did then.