Hotel Chaldea Ep. Lusamine 2

Chaldea offered much in the way of entertainment without needing to leave its premises or facilities, and it could even get more authentic than reality, especially with the improved and now commercially available rayshifting system that allowed one to explore many different worlds across time and space.

"I'm happy you agreed to spend time with me, but, won't your spouse get jealous if you spend Christmas with a client?" asked your guest, as she took a sip of her drink, a lightly steaming cup of dark coffee, as the gentle and light snowfall around us framed the coffee shop beautifully.

"No need to worry about me or my wife," you pointed out, smiling at her, "I spent all day before coming here making absolutely certain she had her fill of me and then some."

Medea had little reason to complain about you finding someone else's company for the day anyway, after all, she didn't actually celebrate Christmas and simply had picked up on the custom from Ritsuka as many other servants had.

But you refocused your thoughts on the beautiful woman in front of you.

The founder, president and primary administrator of the Aether Foundation, one of Chaldea's Partners and one of the sources for many of its otherwordly elements, both in terms of the creatures employed in its interdimensional petting zoo and in terms of materials, both from its fauna and its flora.

She was Lusamine, a woman you had known and helped before.

"Well, if you say so," she said, setting her cup down on the platter with a light click, humming and sticking a hand out. She was garbed in a short red minidress, with fluffy white fur along the hem and white fur decorative button, a floppy santa hat, matching red gloves with white fur, semi-opaque black stockings and red high heels. As she stuck a gloved hand out, she caught a falling snowflake. "How quaint... I can see it, I can feel the background cold," she hummed and brought her dry hand to her face. "And yet... it's not there."

"Impressive isn't it?" you replied, sipping your own coffe. All around you the people milling about, enjoying the café could also be heard, the din and murmuring of their words not quite reaching you, and though their eyes slipped around you, they still walked around.

"I see... magic impresses me more every time I witness it," she hummed thoughtfully, reaching for one of the pastries on the table, she took the small cookie in hand and popped it into her mouth, putting a hand against her cheek as she bit into it, her face turning a little pink. "Ahh, that's so good!" she said, shuddering in place.

"You look like it's your first time eating these," you pointed out. "Have as many as you want!"

She shook her head. "You know," she hummed thoughtfully, "I'm... aware I'm not getting any younger," she admitted. "The other day, I was looking at my children, Gladion and Lillie," she said, "and I felt like, they're growing up so fast..."

You remembered her kids. They were the very reason why you'd ever had sex with Lusamine in the first place, their desire to see their mother finally get a break considering just how tense and close to snapping she always seemed to be.

You looked at her. Hard. She was quite a bit on the thin side, slender to the point of being skinny, but she looked healthy and good. She was pretty flat on the chest area but she had wide hips that couldn't be described as anything short of breeding hips, and her butt, though not huge, was well shaped and perky.

You'd heard, remembered, that she had a brush with insanity that had nearly resulted in trouble. Big trouble. And part of that had involved her standards of beauty reaching impossible levels.

"They're both striking out on their own now, and..."

Oh, empty nest syndrome.

"Well..." she sighed. "During these holidays I get a little bit melancholic. When the Delibirds are flying about delivering presents," she hummed, "I always remember when my babies were young, when, when he was still around," she sighed despondently.

You hummed.

"And that's why this year since Lillie and Gladion are both out and about in their little training journeys," she said, raising a hand and clenching her fist, "this year I'm done with being sad and lonely and feeling sorry for myself!" she nearly shouted, and I could hear the inspirational music kick in.

She grabbed her cup of coffee and downed it in an instant, standing up and almost knocking her chair as she pushed it back by standing up suddenly.

In a single movement, she turned her side profile to you, raising her arms above her head and crossing her wrists, turning her body, twisting her hips and waist, to show off the wonderful curve of her back and torso and the bump of her butt, especially as her movement caused the short dress to raise, fluttering just enough to reveal she wasn't wearing any underwear under it.

"Look at me! I might be forty years old, but I've still got it!" she said. "Even Gladion's friends think I'm hot!" she said.

"Positively sizzling," you responded dryly.

She adjusted her hat on her head and her extremely long hair swished about, as she raised one leg and set it on the table, revealing her crotch for one brief but very tasty moment. She put both hands on the tip of her red shoe and then showed off her slim leg by sliding her hands up her stocking-clad leg until she reached the fur lining at the hem of her dress, pulling it along on her way up to reveal her thigh.

She was by no means 'thick', but she had excellent thighs nonetheless, shape, firmness and definition more than making up for the lack of thickness.

"Are you okay?" you asked. "You're a little overexcited."

She chuckled. "I'm better than okay, I'm great," she said. "I'm supposed to be here to speak business," she said, "but we both know that's not what we're here for," she said, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath and stepping off of the table, then putting both hands on it and leaning forward. "You're really gonna make me say it, aren't you?"

"Say what?" you asked.

She chuckled. "I want you," she spoke. "I want to start this year the right way, I don't want to reach the end of the year, the holiday season, feeling like an absolute mess," she said, "I want to... end it all, and put this chapter of my life behind me. I want to move on... my world crashed to pieces and it's only thanks to Hotel Chaldea that I've started putting it back together," she said, clenching her hands on the table, then raising her head againt to face you. "So I'm doing something I've never done before to kick off the new year," she said, clenching her fist.

"Something new? What?"

She blushed so red that she was redder than her outfit. Leaning forward, she almost climbed on top of the table, closing the distance and approaching your ear, so she could whisper.

The words she spoke caused your cock to twitch in your pants.

"I want you in my ass."

Well then.

Chuckling sensibly, you allowed her to move back... just about enough for her to leave herself fully open for you to grab her and pull her up and over the table, causing her to yelp as you threw her over your lap, kissing her deeply and sticking your tongue in her mouth, silencing any protests, slurping up her saliva and then sticking a hand between her legs and under her dress, starting to tease her pussy.

"W-Wait, not here, we're-"

"We're in public, but no one can see us under the spell," you said, starting to play with her mature little cunt through her thin stockings. Already, you could tell she was quivering, warming up despite the ambient, background cold. You rested her weight on your other arm and then kissed her again. "Just relax, and let me take care of everything."

"But..." she raised a hand to her lip and brought the knuckle of her pointer finger to her mouth, looking aside, seeming strangely shy all of a sudden. "It's embarrassing," she admitted.

"You said you wanted to cast off the past and finally be able to move on, right?" you asked, kissing her exposed neck and shoulder, and even teasing her about dipping lower and starting to go after her armpits, which she seemed embarrassed about.

How cute.

Tracing kisses back and forth from her neck and shoulders and chin and even her upper arm, you distracted her and she relaxed, letting you start teasing her pussy through her stockings.

"W-Wait, did I," she seemed to suddenly realize something important.

"You didn't notice you weren't wearing panties? Naughty naughty, maybe you really wanted this to happen, and your body knew," you teased her, as you began working your fingers through the thin fabric of her stockings to start opening up her tightly sealed peach of a pussy.

It was starting to get juicy too.

She mewled and moaned as your fingers worked her over, until you couldn't resist your urges enough, and with a movement of your fingers and an application of greater force, you hooked your finger on her stocking and ripped into them, opening up the hole further.

She gasped. "W-What are you doing..!?" she hissed out.

"I'm readying you up, I'm going to fuck you right here in front of everyone," you spoke, your voice low and guttural. "I'll make love to your ass, and I'll show you the pleasure you've been missing out on, and you'll enjoy every second of it."

"B-But," she swallowed, "I've got an image to maintain, I'm the President of the Aether-"

"Right here and now, that doesn't matter. You're Lusamine, you're the President sure, but you're also a mother, a widow and most important of all," you closed in your face to hers until your noses nearly touched. "You're also human, and you need someone to complete you, like we all do," you said, standing up and raising her, gently depositing her on the small table, pushing the food out of the way. The table was a circular one, barely big enough for her to sit on it without knocking the other stuff off, but enough it was.

Swallowing, she looked around. "A-Are you really sure nobody'll see us?"

"Positive," you responded. "This spell was made by my wife, nothing short of her own teacher's gonna be able to break it."

"A-Alright," she said taking a deep breath, and spreading her legs, raising them so her hips raised and you could get a good view of her butt, ripping her stockings a little more to reveal her twitching asshole.

"You naughty minx, I was about to start lubing you up, but you came prepared, huh?"

"Of course!" she said. "I'm always prepared for anything," she spoke, her face red as her outfit even as she tried to appear confident, taking a deep breath. "Now fuck my ass before I get cold feet!"

Chuckling, you fished your already hardening length from your pants, letting them drop and stroking yourself a couple of times, your body taking care of the rest, when it was offered such a tasty, pale pink peach to tear up. First you brought yourself up to start rubbing against her cunt.

She responded with a light hiss and a moan as you applied pressure to cover your length and more importantly your tip in her natural lubricant, rubbing your glans against her soaked lips and then pressing just enough to split them and expose her pink, almost glossy insides, the heat and warmth spreading as her pussy juice was smeared all over your cock.

A little bit of stroking got you the rest of the way, your hand damn near gliding along your length thanks to how slick Lusamine's pussy'd made you, and then you put the tip of your dick against her tightly puckered asshole, and then pushed right into it.

She crossed her eyes, tensed up at first, then caught herself and relaxed, and then her tight anal ring loosened up enough that you could push in, splitting her anal passage's walls and ramming your way inside, dragging an extremely lewd and loud moan from Lusamine, who shook and twisted, knocking the empty cups and the platter with the pastries off the table, though nobody reacted, and she clearly didn't hear it.

"Agh, d-darn it, it's- I feel so, strange, and, ghu, full," she mewled out, "this is... different... from my fingers o-or, the plug," she gasped. "That pink haired boy lied to me, ghuck, this is..! Intense..!"

Pink haired boy?

Whatever.

You began to move, first shaking your hips, then rotating, slowly but surely, letting her get used to the sensations as she moaned, gasped and panted.

Then, you kissed her once more, knocking the rest of the stuff off the table as you began slowly pulling your hips back, and then pushing them back in, using your hands to tease her small but definitely present chest, giving her more pleasure to mask the slight pain from her first anal penetration.

You broke the kiss and cupped her cheek with one hand as she threw her arms around your back and shoulders. "Hiii, he, didn't.. lie after all, this is... amazing..!!" she mewled.

"Did a man named Astolfo teach you how to have anal sex?" you asked.

"Y-Yes, I signed up for some classes... is that weird? Now that I say it out loud, it sounds weird, I'm not really the best with weird things," she gasped and panted as you moved, just a little, shuddering underneath you, "this one time I thought I could use an alien beast from another dimension to explore Ultra Space and fused with it and became an interdimensional jellyfish monster and then I got beat up by a ten years old girl who I think my daughter is dating but then I found out she apparently also has a boyfriend in another dimension and I don't know what's going on anymore and I know I'm rambling but if I stop talking I'm gonna cum and I can't stop I'm scared it's scary there's so much and it's so huge and I feel stuffed and this is the jellyfish tentacles all over again and ohhh ughh you're moving it's moving it's inside me-"

She wasn't just rambling, she was doing it a mile a minute, she was shaking, her nails were like claws as she stabbed them into your back through your Chaldea shirt and even her legs locked, crossing behind the small of your back, and without further ado, you began fucking her in earnest.

Her ass was tight, like you'd expect a virgin to be, and her slender body shape was even reflected in the size of her butthole. Going in and out of it was a chore in itself, but one well worth doing, it felt fantastic to feel it squeezing around you, the irregular shape of the muscles of her anal passage was incredible.

But more than that, the best part was getting to enjoy how it desperately clung to you when you pulled back.

Lusamine was still talking, rambling, though her words were becoming slurred with every thrust, she was losing it and quickly becoming increasingly less capable of maintaining her attempts at focusing on something else.

"it's hard to bargle nawdle zauss-"

Since you were getting close thanks to the incredible stimulation of her asshole on your cock, you decided to play a little trick on her, mashing your lips to hers and stopping her from talking, which broke her trance-like focus as you planted your feet and kissed her deeply once again as you erupted deep inside her.

Her asshole clenched so hard that if you weren't enhanced magically, you might have actually lost your dick.

She squeezed rhyhtmically as if trying to milk you for all you were worth, and you let her, giving her all the milk she wanted.

She shuddered, opening her eyes, greenish blue, full of tears.

"Oh, Arceus," she mewled, still clinging to you. "Why do I... feel eyes on me..?" she muttered.

You blinked, then looked around.

"Oh. Uhm. Hi."

"So remember when I told you my wife's teacher could bring down her spell? Say hi to Circe, my wife's teacher," you said.

"O-Oh..."

"Good news! I can hypnotize people so they forget they ever saw you getting your brains scrambled via your butt!" the Falcon Witch said, smiling brightly.

Lusamine's eye twitched. "Will I get in trouble if I murder her?" she asked. "Because I want to toss her into an Ultra Wormhole right now."

"What did you need, Circe?" you asked, looking at her, keeping Lusamine down by grinding your still hard dick against her, causing her to mewl in response. "And I better hope it's important because-"

"Oh yeah, right!" she said, "we're organizing a Christmas Party for the kids and we need you to dress up as Santa!" she said. "You in?"

You looked at Lusamine, and she looked at you.

"I think you could pull it off." Lusamine said. "If that's all-"

"Can I stay and watch?" Circe asked. "Oh, and I want to go next, too if-"

Suddenly, a gynoid in a gothic lolita black dress appeared from beyond the bounded field separating you from the outside, blindfolded and with short white hair. She grabbed Circe by the back of the head.

"Tonight we dine on falcon soup," she said.

"w-w-w-waaaai-"

"Well that kinda killed the mood I-"

Lusamine's fingernails stabbed into your back again. "If you stop right now I'll sic Nihilego on you," she threatened.

Not knowing what that was, and not being willing to chance it, you began to move and fuck the blonde's ass once again.