Hotel Chaldea Ep. Koyanskaya 5

"We can go anywhere in the world, in any world really, and you choose to go on a date... to a sex shop!?"

And not even like, some grand super special incredible place. Just... a regular sex shop, a hole in the wall really, a little cave of a shop that had little in the way of advertisement outside, just one sign that read SEX SHOP in bright pink neon letters.

"Yes."

Dressed in a black and pink catsuit with strategic cutouts to show off her hips and outer thighs, spraypainted on enough to show off her cameltoe, and with the zipper on the front pulled down low enough hat her huge tits were almost spilling out of her outfit, and proudly displaying her foxy bits, Koyanskaya browsed the store's items.

While it wasn't a huge store, it was still in a somewhat popular street and more importantly, it was one that had something of a high quality selection.

The front of the store had most of the more 'normal' items, mannequins in sexy lingerie, regular dildos and the odd exotic toy, lubricant, aphrodisiacs both real and fake, some over the counter vitality boosters that were basically just caffeine pills, energy drinks marketed for lewd purposes, and even some swimsuits not meant for use in the water.

The middle of the store was where things became more obviously fetishy, with the typical sailor uniform, gym clothes complete with navy blue bloomers and sexier underwear like crotchless panties, cupless bras, buttplugs and exotic dildos.

That was where we were as I observed Koyanskaya take a 'Red Rocket' brand dildo from the shelf, sliding her gloved hands along its length, humming as she appreciated its shiny red color, its veiny texture, and played a bit with the inflatable knot near its base.

"I find this relaxing," she said, "I don't often get to shop for myself."

"You realize I've been to your room and I've seen the entire shopping mall's worth of model kits you keep in there, right?" you asked, as your eye was caught by a particularly lewd poster detailing the proper use of a strap on, which featured a woman you recognized as having once been a popular idol now doing gravure shoots and promoting sex toys.

"Gifts, each and every one. Even if you wouldn't believe it," she said, her tone scathing and her eye looking like it would stripe the paint off a tank, "some people actually respect me and render me tribute."

You left it unsaid that she had no interest in those gifts and regularly threw them away, and that every single item she had in her home was gifted to her by you, Ritsuka, Dobrynya Nikitich, or in a particularly memorable occasion, Voyager, which was the sole spacecraft she had in her entire collection.

Still, it was interesting to learn she hadn't actually bought any of them, you knew Ritsuka had a habit of pampering her servants whenever she could, but that was a lot of gifts.

Koyanskaya ran her hand along the length of the dildo she was playing with, and though the general atmosphere of the sex shop included relatively dim lighting compared to the bright outside, illuminated to the point of erradicating all shadow, you could see clearly she was definitely doing a good job of pleasuring the inanimate object.

"Hm hm, this seems correct," she hummed, "It's not quite as realistic as I'd hope, but it's close enough," she said, waving her toy around, twisting the cap at the bottom which caused the knot near its base to inflate, then twisting it the other way, causing it to deflate. "It works."

Of course it did, if it was broken they probably wouldn't be selling it.

"Alright, I'll be taking this one then," she said, "and that one too," she said, taking a few steps to the side and checking on one of the more exotic and esoteric items there, a large base with a weird, floppy looking tube near the front. You read the box behind it.

"An ovipositor?" you asked. "That's some real kinky stuff. You really like these themed dildos huh?"

"Of course. Human penises get... dreadfully boring," she said, her fluffy pink tail swishing behind her as she adjusted her glasses, taking a few steps along the aisle, the relatively small space between shelves giving her little space to shake her tail, though she kept it raised to give you a good look at her pert, rounded bottom covered in shiny black latex.

"Even mine?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

She opened her mouth to speak, to confirm, when you stepped up and hugged her from behind, putting your hands on her tits, crossing your arms over her chest, and pressing your half-chub erection against her ass.

Her breath was caught in her mouth as you began to grind against her.

"Even this..?" you spoke, grabbing her chin and tilting her head while turning it to face you as you put your face around and over her shoulder to give her a heavy and hot kiss, sticking your tongue past her lips, one hand holding her cheek in place, the other, still on her chest, massaging her tit while grinding your cock against her buttcrack.

She put her hands on your wrists. "You," she hissed. "How dare you interrupt my blatant lies with your cock!?"

You pecked her lips again and then moved back, taking care to squeeze her boob one last time before you pulled back, your hands treading the fluffy fur of her tail as you did.

Her cheeks were red and she looked scandalized, but she quickly caught herself and controlled her breathing. "Fine, yours isn't boring, are you happy now?" she asked. "I swear I've had less trouble pleasing oil princes than your entitled self," she huffed.

You chuckled and gestured for her to keep going.

She huffed, and then continued to move into the final 'stratum' of the small sex shop, which really was only a couple steps behind the shelves that contained the exotic erotic toys, walking around them to the back of the store which contained the most 'shocking' items that some people would balk at.

There were a couple of mannequins set in a display, specifically a man on his hands and knees wearing a gimp mask, a leather harness and with his wrists and ankles tied, while a female mannequin wearing a black corset and a leather bra with spikes on the nipples was positioned behind it, her crotch adorned with a large strap-on dildo.

Koyanskaya smirked as she saw it, but she also was distracted by some of the other stuff there. The most wholesome thing in the entire back section was a set of anal beads attached to a vibrator, everything else was quite extreme. more leather, a rough looking dildo nearly the size of your arm that might or might not be a gag item, speculums, forceps, all sorts of implements to immobilize and cause pain to people... essentially, a whole slew of implements for bondage, sadism, masochism and domination play.

Her eyes were almost fucking sparkling.

"Oh, that looks nice..." she hummed.

"It does," you admitted, imagining how Koyanskaya would look masked up, on all fours, getting drilled from behind.

"You're getting too much inspiration, let's go back," she said, "you think I'd look good in a schoolgirl outfit?"

Raising an eyebrow, you chuckled. "You're fishing for compliments? You'd look good in basically anything," you said, closing in on her and kissing her cheek, her cheeks turning pink again.

"Stop being lovey dovey, that's embarrassing, and disgusting," she said, stepping away.

"We're on a date, we're supposed to be lovey dovey," you said, wagging your eyebrows, as you grabbed her butt, feeling the lovable texture of the latex as well as the pleasurable give of her firm ass, which yielded just enough to let you sink your hands into it.

"You won't get me," she huffed, rushing away to the front of the store, and almost stumbling into a mannequin but catching herself, looking at the school swimsuit it was wearing, then shaking her head. "I don't think this'd look good on me. Not unless I shrank a lot," she said.

"Bet you've got plenty of experience with that," you quipped as you looked at a different outfit, a sexy nurse that looked nothing like a real nurse's outfit, but instead, looked like it was right out of a hentai. You lifted the barely there skirt and saw it even had a pair of white panties with a red cross in the middle. "Hey, I remember hearing somewhere that you can't use this symbol, isn't this pair of panties illegal?" you asked, gesturing at them.

Koyanskaya turned around and adjusted her glasses on her nose. She shook her head. "Not quite. It's more complicated than that. The easiest way to see it is that, yes, basically you're not supposed to use that symbol, but it's not like a regular copyrighted trademark," she stated. "While I could get NFF and Chaldea in trouble if I sold equipment branded with it, the theoretically unlawful use of the symbol on a sexy nurse costume is not going to attract the wrong kind of attention."

"Oh, I thought that being able to start an international incident with a porn video would've been funny if stupid," you admitted freely.

She shook her head, sighing in annoyance. "We've already had enough with the Astolfo incident, thank you very much, and unlike him, you're not cute enough to get away with it," she pointed out, tapping your chest with a finger and almost pushing you into the shelf behind you. "Oh, hey- I didn't see that!"

She moved past you and nodded. "These are perfect," she hummed.

"... these seem like just regular panties? A bit odd for this place," you said, as she took them from the rack that contained a bunch of those full body hangers that sort of imitated the shape of a human body if you squinted. They were a striped green and white pair.

"No, they're striped panties," she said, raising a finger and wagging it at you. "Definitely taking these too," she said, nodding to herself.

"Right," you said. "Are you getting a schoolgirl outfit to go with it?"

"No, no need, that one," she said, pointing at what was probably the least overtly fetishy outfit in the store, pointing at a mannequin that was cut from just above the knees to the neck, and wearing a police girl uniform, with a dark blue skirt, a lighter blue button up, a hat that hung off from the neck, a whistle hanging from it, and even had the gloves and shoes in a box just underneath the display. "I'm taking this one," she said, stepping up to it.

"A policewoman wearing striped panties?"

"Exactly," she said, closing her eyes and crossing her arm, nodding as if she was in awe of her own intelligence. "Plus this comes with a set of handcuffs," she said, grabbing the handcuffs on display, hooking her finger around one of them, and spinning it around while summoning a pink pistol to her hand, kissing it then pointing it at you. "You're under arrest, pervert♥!" she called out, trying to sound cutesy and silly.

"So you want to do some 'policewoman has things reversed on her by the dangerous thug she apprehended' roleplay?" you asked, crossing your arms and smirking at her.

"No, you fool, I'll be on top this time, I'll be the dominant!"

"Ahh, I see, you wanna do some jailguard roleplay," you said, nodding.

"Yeah, that works," she said. "Not exactly the right costume but-"

"How about, jail guard tries to discipline a prisoner but gets the tables turned on her and is turned into his sexual outlet?"

She turned red. "You're just doing this to annoy me aren't you?" she accused. "I thought this date was supposed to be nice!"

"You speak as if," you stepped forward and cupped her crotch, feeling her wet and squishy pussy through the latex of her outfit, "this wasn't getting you soaked. Do you want me to test drive that red rocket you wanted to get?"

She looked up at you, swallowing, her face red. You raised a hand, resting some of your arm's weight on her chest and breasts, and reaching for the choker she wore around her throat, and especially, for the silver tag hanging from it, pulling on it slightly while toying with it.

Koyanskaya's golden eyes looked up at you, over her glasses, between the pink tresses of her hair. She was breathing heavily, especially as you reminded her of the presence of the choker. It took a moment before she pushed her body against yours, and began to kiss your neck and trailing up towards your chin until she planted her lips against yours and then began to make out with you.

"You want me to admit I want to shove that knotted cock up my pussy, is that what you want?" she said, panting. "Fine, I want it, I want it so bad, I can't stand it," she said. "I've been looking forward to taking all these toys to a love hotel and having you fuck me with them all week since you invited me on this date, fuck you," she said, "fuck you so much, I hate how you make me feel like this," she almost hissed out, "how dare you make me want sex so much that it's driving me insane?! Every one of my beastly, wild instincts is going crazy because of you...!!"

"Do you want me to treat you like a pet, to love you, and caress you, and make you cum your slutty bunny brains out until you're begging me to put an entire litter's worth of cum into your baby room..?"

"Yesss..!" she hissed. "I want to be your pet again today," she said, "fuck you, I hate you, I hate it, I hate myself, damn you for making me like this..! But it feels so good..!!"

"Let's pay and go to a hotel."

Her eyes widened and as you dragged out the process of paying by waiting for the distracted clerk to stop reading his comic book to greet you, she became increasingly more desperate.

Would it be too cruel to get separate rooms?

Nah!