Hotel Chaldea Ep. Medea & Artoria

"This is supremely embarrassing and undignified."

"Oh, are the accommodations not to your liking, O King of Knights?"

"To say the absolute least. Can you not be normal?"

The accommodations, in this case, were actually not that bad. Everything was clean, the tiles on the floor were a clean black and white, the walls were covered about halfway from the bottom with immaculate white ceramic tiles as well, and the upper wall ahead of that was an almost radiant white.

It was like the picture perfect image of a public bathroom in a high status posh building that kept it clean all the time.

Which, well, it technically was. There were even three toilet stalls and a large communal sink where three people would fit.

And then there was the large wall with three sets of three holes, one big, two small, with adjustable and cushioned edges that would immobilize someone comfortably.

Sticking out of one of those holes was the beautiful upper body of one of Chaldea's most famous, the once and future King, Rightful Ruler of Britannia, model for all knights and holder of the planet's promise for victory towards its children, Artoria Pendragon, also known as King Arthur.

She was, undoubtedly, beautiful enough to live up to her reputation. Her face was almost the epitome of a west European Aristocrat's look, with brilliant green eyes, soft features that gave her a youthful look without bordering on being childish, soft pink lips, golden blonde hair tied into a very carefully put together bun and braid, and most of all, a fierce glare and determined grimace as she faced an enemy she was ill prepared to face.

"I should've known it'd be like this..."

"Of course my sweet king, when my reward was granted to me, I couldn't think of anything else... my tireless days of work, even abstaining from fulfilling my deepest, darkest desires... it all comes back to this moment..." she said, reaching with a gloved hand under Artoria's chin and tilting her head up.

Though the witch was hooded, she was unmistakably Medea of Colchis, her long blue hair was like a curtain that covered her eyes for a moment, though she moved it out of the way with her other hand so they could look into each other's eyes.

"Ahh, defiant still, this is why you entice me so..." she said. "So small and fierce... such purity and strength, you truly set my heart ablaze!"

The witch moved her head down and then approached her face to the Saber Servant's, tilting her head up a little more and then planted her lips to the blonde's, planting a long kiss on her lips and then she started licking Artoria's closed lips, the blonde kept them closed however.

"Yes... just like that," Medea moaned as she pulled back. "Defy me to the end, hold onto that, let me see that prideful lion be reduced to a weak, mewling kitten," she said.

"Don't be a fool..." the blonde said. "Just do what you must already. I'm not keen on wasting my time on some vain attempt to crush my pride."

Medea giggled. "Now now now," she said, raising a hand and wagging the finger on it. "We're all here to enjoy ourselves."

"You stuck me in a wall, and my lower body is sticking out of the other side. Do excuse me if I'm not particularly thrilled with this setup. I gave you the opportunity you desired, you asked for a chance to tame me, I expected chains and even whips, not this."

That setup, in particular, happened to include her arms being caught into the two smaller holes just beside the big one her torso was sticking out of. Her arms were held from there at the wrist, and that left her hanging from her arms at about waist level.

She was more than beautiful enough in that pose that sailors would certainly decorate their ship with her likeness.

Shaking her head, Medea looked down at her. "Tut tut," she chided, raising her finger again and lighting it up with a glowing purple sphere as she began to draw something in the air. "If you'd just play along," she sighed, "but if you're going to be a party pooper, then maybe I'll punish you."

"Witch," Artoria said, "what is that spell?"

"Oh, nothing too crazy," Medea said. "Just a little something I came up with just for such an occasion. Don't worry, I've thoroughly and extensively tested it," she spoke, "and made sure that you don't have a chance to resist it!"

"Many have tried to break my spirit with such magics before," she said. "It's not succeeded before, what makes you think you've got the right spell for it?"

"Oh, it's not about spells, no, no amount of magic could ever break that indomitable will of yours," she said, "no, I won't tame you with magic my dear sweet lion," she said, as the spell completed, and its glow rained upon Artoria, whose skin absorbed it.

She felt heat rushing through her body, all over.

"You see, this isn't a spell to make you more sensitive or weak to pleasure. The opposite, in fact, it's a spell that makes you more flexible and which improves your capacity to withstand and resist pleasure," she said, crouching so her face met Artoria's and putting both hands on her hips. "Because I really wouldn't want you to break the moment my husband slips his wonderful tool in your royal pussy," Medea whispered.

"What?"

Artoria's eyes widened and then her mouth opened and she let out an extremely loud and lewd moan that was cut off as Medea mashed her own lips to Artoria's, into an open mouth kiss, managing to silence her by starting a molten hot makeout session.

Meanwhile, on the other side of a wall, the reason why Artoria was going wild was very evident.

On the other side, the King's own best feature, the greatest blessing to ever strike the Throne of Camelot, the Arthurian Peach as it was known, was fully exposed, as Artoria didn't have a single stitch of clothing covering any part of her body.

She was not particularly small compared to a lot of other servants, but she certainly had a wonderfully well built ass that put even much bigger servants to shame. She wasn't oversized, but she was bigger than her thin body would suggest but it all flowed naturally, her cheeks were rounded and the curve of her back rolled smoothly into her butt, and it was pert, perky and firm, enough so to bounce a coin off her butt.

But more importantly than that, her beautiful ass was getting fucked.

A cock nearly the size of one of her arms was being pushed past her gloriously well shaped booty cheeks and between them into her slowly opening bud of a pussy, forcing her to blossom early, her lips spread like a flower's petals as she was taking in significantly more cock than someone her size should be able to.

Medea broke the kiss and licked up the trail of saliva that connected her and Artoria's mouths.

"That's amazing, isn't it?! That's my love, my husband's cock," she moaned, "brought to its full potential, and it's all for that tight little pussy of yours my sweet little lion," she said, breathing heavily, speaking quickly, every word she spoke sounding like it came from the heart.

Medea was bursting with excitement as Artoria's face became redder and redder with every passing second, her breath caught into her mouth and she drooled, eyes tearing up.

"Ngnh, this is..! Is- is your husband a horse?!" the blonde protested, her lips pulling back as her face twisted into a grimace and snarl fusion, funnier faces coming as she was caught between insane pleasure and a sensation of being stuffed that should've been agonizingly painful. "Ugh- this should, hurt, but it doesn't!?"

"Ahhn, yess..." Medea moaned, "do enjoy my little gift to you," she said, "my husband would detest the thought of hurting you, my husband is a good man you see, and I would detest the thought of making him feel bad... so thank him, thank him by tightening up that tight little cunt of yours and giving him everything you've got!"

Artoria began to shake as she was pushed from behind, her breathing coming in faint moans and louder pants, trying to gulp in air to replace what was being driven out of her, especially as the movements came faster, Medea could tell her beloved was starting to thrust into her now, speeding up as Artoria's lewd little cunt became used to the penetration.

"Why... why..?!" Artoria moaned. "Why's it so good..?! This should be- agonizing! Why does it feel so good?!"

"Because my husband's cock is perfect for sweet little kittens like you my dear," Medea said, stealing another kiss from Artoria's lips. "Your lips taste incredible, you know... for someone who has seen and experienced as much pain as you have, this innocence of yours, this purity that begs me to corrupt you, is so radiant and wonderful..."

Artoria's face twisted into a grimace at first, but then even that broke, her mouth opening and her eyes rolling up, tongue sticking out as she was forced to endure the assault from behind, losing her concentration and breaking her resistance for a moment.

She swallowed and regained her focus. "Ngnh, this is too intense..! Why are you doing it like this..?"

"Well, you set the challenge my dear... you present yourself as an indomitable beast to me, so fierce, so small, so hungry and so cute," Medea moaned, "no amount of pain, no torture, would ever break you... but pleasure... love..." she said, "like a non-newtonian fluid, a strong blow could never shatter your surface, but a gentle hand will dip right in..."

"What in holy blazes are you blathering about!?" Artoria sputtered out. "Your rambliegh, eeeiiiii!!!"

The movement became immediately more intense, so much so in fact that the entire goddamn wall seemed to be shaking, and the movement caused Artoria's hair bun to come undone, the braid coming off as it untied, and her long blonde hair was flowing freely save for the few tresses that remained bound together in the braid.

"Gods be damned you truly are outrageously beautiful," Medea moaned, "I've seen Lily many times yet this radiant beauty never bores me..."

She leaned in for another kiss, almost being headbutted when another thrust from the other side of the wall almost pushed Artoria through, even so the witch managed to catch the King and started another heavy and hot makeout session.

It was really hard to remain in that position, kissing her. Medea even went ahead and snapped her fingers, her heavy robes disappearing into purple and pink energy before vanishing into the air, leaving her astonishingly beautiful naked body behind.

"Can you feel it, Artoria..? Can you feel my husband's cock throbbing in your royal pussy? Can you feel the cock of a peasant who wouldn't even be able to raise his eyes in your presence, dominating your tight cunt, pushing into a sacred hole, ready to pour his lowborn seed into your aristocrat pussy?!"

Artoria's eyes rolled up and her mouth opened, her response might've been words but they were so garbled as to be unintelligible, drool was leaking out from the corner of her lips as she was fucked beyond her capacity.

Medea giggled.

"Here it comes, I can feel my love's burning desire for you."

The witch's own moans and her own excitement were fueled by one of her own hands dipping low. She crouched, her legs wide open, like a butterfly's wings, and her hand reached her pussy, going in as she began to pleasure herself to that experience.

"Even... this... this perversion... your own husband lays with another woman," Artoria moaned, swallowing weakly, her voice trembling with each thrust from behind her, the wall thumping from each impact.

"There's no laying involved here my sweet," Medea said, as she allowed herself to fall back, seated on her butt, legs spread wide open and sliding until they formed a big M shape, one of her arms supporting her behind her back, and the other raising just over her pussy, drawing a circle from which a massive phallus nearly the size of an arm appeared, as if pushing through the circle, and then spearing into Medea's own pussy.

The witch hissed in pleasure. "Ahhn, yess..!!" she cried out. "Can you see it sweet kitten!? This is the cock that's messing up your insides! This is my lover's tool, the one that has brought me to the zenith of being, and the one that is rearranging your cunt into his own personal pocket pussy!"

"Ngnh, noo, no, I won't, I can't, I woooon't!" Artoria shouted, shaking her head.

"But you will, you will, you'll break, that resistance of yours will fail, you'll shatter, and you'll accept it, accept it all, take it into you..! Accept his seed, let him plant that happiness in you- cast off the trappings of the Lion and accept the kitten within!!"

"Ack, I'm- I'm- khu-"

"Yes, I can feel it!! Me too!! Cum with me Artoria, cum with meeee!!!!"

The two women let out simultaneous screams, Medea's of pure, unbridled joy, and Artoria's, of excess mindbreaking pleasure, as the two of them were taken beyond the edge of orgasm and then kicked past the threshold by the massive cocks plundering their hot wet pussies, a simultaneous orgasm that triggered a mirrored explosion in the cocks within them, though only Artoria got to experience the unbridled joy of being filled to the brim with seed.

Her tummy expanded as her womb was filled, more and more, as the orgasm from the man fucking her gave her the fulfillment of her most primal and natural urges, giving her body an experience that she had entirely too often denied herself, the joy of being filled to the brim with undilluted, hot and extremely virile seed.

Her tummy expanded until it hung under her like that of a woman in her second trimester of pregnancy, giving her an absolutely beautiful look that raised her already ethereal beauty beyond the impossible.

Medea sighed in contentment as Artoria's neck hung.

Once more, the former Princess of Colchis raised her hand, and then the one that had been her support joined it, and she cast a spell that saw a sphere grow from between her hands to encompass her and then fold back into itself.

And then she appeared on the other side of the wall.

The pop of her spell was the only confirmation she needed to know the other half of the spell was complete, and her husband was on the other end.

She turned around since the spell didn't change her facing, and was face to ass with Artoria's butt. The cheeks were a little redder than normal, not a surprise given how thoroughly she was getting fucked.

But more important than that, when she reached for the sweet cheeks of the King of Knights and spread them apart, she saw her secret garden, freshly fucked and dripping with her husband's cum.

"Best Christmas Present ever," Medea moaned, as she leaned in and began eating up the creampie her husband had so lovingly prepared, knowing that on the other side, her husband was almost certainly getting his rod cleaned up and polished by the fuck drunk King of Knights.

It was really a good thing none of her educators as a Princess saw what she was doing, because she was having the time of her life eating her husband's cum out of Artoria's pussy as noisily and lewdly as possible.

For a moment, she thought it was a crying shame Artoria could not get pregnant from this, because she was sure her husband's child with Artoria would be definitely super cute.

Maybe she could convince Mordred to call her mommy...