Hotel Chaldea Ep. Nitocris 2 (Patreon)

Boring days at work were rare in Chaldea, but they did happen.

Not today, though, as your most effective assistant, the girl of magic most dark, illusionist by trade and duel spirit by nature, Mana, came in through your door, leveling her fanciful, cartoonishly cute staff at you.

"What's the matter?" you asked, raising your gaze to look at her.

"Master forgive me, I have to do this."

"Do what-"

And then, the next time your eyes opened, you were in a sealed room. Sandstone walls, lit by torches all around you. You were seated on a large sandstone throne-like chair, your wrists and ankles were belted onto the stone and more importantly, you were totally naked except for the pendant hung from your neck and a ring on your dominant hand. Luckily, those were more than enough for you to feel safe despite the situation.

It was hard to see much of anything, especially right in front of you, but suddenly, lights seemed to come in out of nowhere, spectral flames dancing about and slamming into the far wall, lighting a pair of torches with ethereal blue and black flames, revealing the approaching form of the chocolate-brown pharaoh, Nitocris, complete with her fancy, long and voluminous purple hair, extremely flashy yet not tacky at all purple, gold and white regalia, and of course, her ever adorable twitching bunny ears, no matter how much and who insisted they were jackal ears.

"Did you pull rank as a pharaoh on my assistant to get her to help you with this?" was your immediate question.

She almost faltered and stumbled. "H-Hey- that's-" she began, tapping her staff on the ground. "Stop that! Don't distract me!" she called.

"Stop what?" you asked.

"T-That!" she called, gesturing with her staff at your crotch. "Can you be at least a little bit afraid? I kidnapped you using your own servant," she said.

"Well, even if you're a Pharaoh and she's egyptian, Mana wouldn't do what you say, that's just not how she works," you said, gently, "which means that whatever you're doing, you're not a threat to my safety and health, and I'm going to be honest with you here," you explained, "I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be able to stand yourself if you actually hurt me here," you added, giving her a smile.

"So you're not afraid because you're certain I won't harm you?" she asked, tilting her head down slightly.

"Yep."

She was very cute normally, but even cuter when she was getting all worked up.

However, rather than doing that, she gathered her energy, ethereal flames and dancing spirits gathering about, wisps of energy with the faces of the deceased flying about. "Mortal!! You stand before the Pharaoh, ruler of the Dead, Queen of Egypt, Master of all that I survey, before me your life is as insignificant as that of an insect, yet you dare be unafraid, you dare face me with such disregard, you, you- you blaspheming, contemptuous fool!!" she screamed, swinging her staff in the air and whipping the spirits into a frenzy. "Do you not fear me now!?" she screamed, as her spirits all gathered and then exploded into a tornado of souls and divine entities roaming around your seat.

You looked at her.

"You are very cute."

She collapsed to the ground, one hand on her face, the other holding onto her staff. The spirits faded and she let out a groan of annoyance. "S-Seriously..." she bemoaned, "I'm trying my hardest here, I have to regain my dignity as a Pharaoh, I can't, I won't accept mockery and derision! I'm a Pharaoh, I am a real Pharaoh even if my end was ignoble!!" she shouted, letting out her anger and frustration.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" you asked. "What happened?"

"Ugh, I-" she sighed. "Fine," she muttered. "Look I just wanted," she paused for a moment and got up, "I just wanted for once to assert myself," she said, "I... I work at the hotel too, but, but, I always wind up being dominated! I'm a Pharaoh, representative of the Sun itself, ruler of the skies, envoy and avatar of Horus," she said, clenching her free hand, "and yet-" she stopped, shaking her head.

"So what brings us here?" you asked.

"I was having a hard time with... stuff," she admitted, a little sourly, "so I asked for help, and eventually I wound up here," she said. "I wanted to put the fear of the gods in you, to make you realize what an important person I am and make you worship me," she said, "like a true and proper Pharaoh!" she said.

"Like Ramses?" you asked.

"Yes!" she agreed. "But it obviously didn't work."

"I mean you could've probably scared someone else but... yeah it's not gonna work on me," you said, gently.

She huffed. "Why not?" she asked.

"Because I know you're as sweet and gentle as the taste of your wonderful nectar, oh divine majesty," you teased her.

Her cheeks became tinged of a wonderfully darker color, the marks on them contrasting with her scandalized expression giving her an even funnier appearance. "Why you-" she huffed. "See, this is what I mean, all I see is blasphemy, disrespect and a lack of piety!" she spoke. "But tonight, I'm gonna have my revenge," she muttered. "Tonight, I will assert myself as the Queen I am!" she said, "starting with you... I'll make you my subject for tonight, and I will make you service me, all night long!" she said.

"Fine by me," you said.

If Mana was involved in this, she most certainly had you covered at the office. And if she didn't do things through the proper channels, then Okita and Medea would be getting you out of the mess you were in. With no way of losing, you simply settled to let Nitocris, as she said, assert herself on you.

And she began to do that, fittingly, by turning around and showing you her absolutely wonderful brown buns, slightly shiny with the glare of the fire, just fat enough to promise a bountiful reward. You had to admit, you found yourself wishing to move your hands, to reach forward, to grab those glorious globes and squeeze them, to see her soft, yielding choco butt shift as you applied pressure... Thoughts of chocolate bunnies passed through your mind, and indeed, you wanted to take a bite of the one right in front of you.

She backed up into you. "You're going to start here," she said, as her ass approached your face. Seated as you were, it was the perfect height for her to bend over and shove her ass in your face. "Kiss my behind! Worship it! Show me your reverence and-"

You did, planting your lips on her left cheek and giving her a loud and wet smack of a kiss, following by the other one.

She let out an adorable 'eep' noise but before she could react and move away, you dove between her cheeks, your tongue licking her crack and the sides of her cheeks, getting a taste of the egyptian cotton of the panties that she seemed to consider appropriate for everyday outerwear, tasting faintly of Nitocris' body, but you didn't stop there, moving lower, so your tongue could reach for her prominent cameltoe.

She buckled slightly and the reflex had her clinging to her staff for support, inadvertently shoving her ass further in your face and bending over more, giving you even better access to her pussy, licking up a storm through her rapidly wetting panties, starting to mix the flavor of the cotton and her brown skin with the juices that were already starting to leak out of her pussy into her panties.

But that was just the beginning, because you then began to plant kisses on each of her cheeks, kissing your way up and then burying your face between those generously proportioned, beautifully shaped mountains of ass flesh to begin laying kisses over where you suspected her butthole was, using your tongue to also search for it until you found the cotton-covered right spot, no x to mark it but you didn't need a map in the first place, so you began kissing and licking her through her outerwear, the panties doing absolutely nothing to hide the slightly tangy and bittersweet taste of her anus.

"H-Hey, wa-wait, stop thaaat!" she cried out between moans, though she certainly wasn't pulling her ass away, so you didn't stop, getting more and more of her taste through the panties, dragging even more wonderful noises and moans and pants and desperate cries from the lovely chocobunny pharaoh, before she finally seemed to have enough, panting and falling forward, stumbling a couple steps before regaining herself.

You could only see her back, how it arched, see the now very very wet spots in her pussy and asshole, not just your saliva, but also the fluids she had let out in response to your teasing.

"You, you fiend, you blasphemous fool, you disrespectful, contemptuous, boorish buffoon!!" she cried out. "How dare you, how dare you lick my ass and enjoy it!?" she called. "This is supposed to be bad! Disgusting! Filthy! Wrong!" she said, turning around and pointing an accusatory finger at you.

"There is no part of your body that is any of that," you responded. Not untrue. Servants, for the most part, did not need to actually make use of the excretory organs. For anyone who liked the idea of eating ass, they were perfect entities, especially the ones who, like Nitocris, had an ass worth going to war for. "I could spend hours just licking your asshole, oh my divine, radiant goddess," you said. "May I have another taste?"

"You, you insolent-" she stopped. "Wait, no, this is what Master said, if they get under my skin, they can rile me up, they can make me lose my cool," she said, "I need to calm, I must become calm, if they can't get to me, then they can't-"

"Look at me, oh pharaoh," you called, "look at my meat!" you said, "it longs for you, it desires you, it wishes for nothing more than to be buried in the tantalizing hole that stars in so many of my fantasies!"

Her face became darker as blood rushed into it. "You will not manipulate me so easily!" she said. "As if I would believe that you would desire me, when you have such-"

You looked at her flatly. "Do you seriously think I've never fantasized about that divine ass of yours?" you asked her. "Do you want to ask my wife? Because we've literally ranked the butts of the women of Chaldea," you said. "There's a tier list!"

"There's a tier list!?" Nitocris said. "Out of curiosity-" then she slapped herself. "Fine then, if you desire to worship my anus so much with your own flesh, then so be it!" she said, turning around and swinging her staff, bending over as the leather straps that were holding you down suddenly snapped at the same time as she grabbed her panties and pulled them down, letting her glorious body be free from their yoke. "Then come here and show me how much you truly appreciate-"

Her body was ripe for the plucking, and you didn't waste time, immediately you pounced on her, knocking her to the ground and making her fall on all fours, thrusting into her with quickness and speed the likes of which even the fleet footed would be envious of, and before you knew it, you were rutting her like a dog, pounding her from behind, grabbing onto her hips, thighs and ass with your hands and slamming into her, each slap of skin on skin resounding on the sandstone room like the clash of thunderbolts in the sky.

Her voice was rapidly drowning out that sound as she cried out in pleasure. "Ngnh, disrespectfuuuul!" she cried out, "it's blasphemy, fucking the pharaoh's ass, is blasphemyyyy!!!"

That wasn't about to stop you though, because you kept fucking her hard, fast and powerfully. She had been building up your desire by parading that tasty chocolate before you, by forcing you to endure the glory of her body, and now you could feel it all wrapped around you.

It was as if it took minutes but it was just seconds, and the pleasure suddenly hit you when your brain connected and you began to feel the flesh of her ass around you, the pressure and the gentle embrace of Nitocris' wonderful body, of her anal passage, welcoming you in, not for the first time, with sweet hospitality, warmth and a tight hug.

It was difficult to comprehend things as they came, especially the climbing pleasure that was intensifying, she was tightening up with each thrust, soon enough pulling your cock out of that unbelievably tight ass felt like you were scraping against sandstone walls that were closing in, she was only a little bit wet, humans had natural lubrication in their assholes, she had perhaps only a tad bit more than most, but it was still proof, undeniable and absolute, that she had an ass made for fucking.

The friction was exactly correct, just enough natural lubrication to let you pull out despite her desperate attempts at holding you in, she was gripping you so hard it was incredible, and yet, you managed to slip out, and then shove your cock all the way back in.

"Anal sex should, not feel this goood!!!" she screamed. "I refuse..! Not anymore! No!!" she called out, and then you felt something strange for a moment, a floating sensation-

And you realized she had just shoved you down tothe ground, the air escaping your lungs as you landed on the polished sandstone floor, feeling the cold of the dry air as Nitocris scrambled to her feet, stood up, and then straddled your legs, getting on her knees and using one hand to keep you down, putting weight on your chest, while the other guided your cock up her ass as she sank down once more.

"I'll show you... I'll show you!!" she cried out. "I'll be dominant now!!" she shouted, "yes!!"

And then she began to bounce on your dick, and it became immediately evident that she did not have the amount of experience she needed in order to beat you like this... it only made her even more adorable and cute, it made the ever so very slightly clumsy pleasure she was putting you through all the more potent and enticing. She cried out in pleasure and satisfaction as she fucked you, and you let her, you let her ride you as she tried to bring you to orgasm, clearly tightening up her muscles to fuck you as hard as she could...

But you had more experience, you had a better idea of what to do... and she was just too cute.

This brown goddess can't be this cute!

As an act of mercy, one that perhaps she would be even more upset by, seeing it as disrespect once again, you let go and let her hungry, greedy body pull you towards orgasm as she herself came undone, letting your strength fade and the pounding waves of pleasure wash over your body and your mind, a white tidal wave that felt amazing as you relaxed for a moment, before it all came back with the gushing power of a semen eruption, your babymaking cream filling her asshole and bowels from the wrong side.

She was panting, shaking and sitting on your ass with an open mouth and glassy, fogged up eyes for a moment before she could no longer hold it in, her pussy gushing with fluids, not quite squirting them out, but rather, like a river, simply flowing in an almost unbelievable amount, the fibers of your body's muscles and imperfections on your skin causing it to look like the river nile's delta was forming on your body as she gushed her pussy juice on your stomach and chest.

"T-There..!" she said. "I've taught you your lesson, so-"

Your hands reached for her and pulled her down for a kiss, then you rolled and pinned her under you.

"I will not let you walk out of this room until I've shown you how much I appreciate you, and until I've been allowed to worship your body, and especially this tight little asshole I'm caught in," you said, kissing her deeply, sticking your tongue in her mouth, and feeling her almost submissively surrender to the invasion, even stroking your tongue with hers, before you pulled back and out, pecking her on the lips and cheek before rising again, looking her in the eye, and using a hand to caress her cheek, rubbing your thumb where you kissed her.

She huffed. "T-This," she said, her eyes looking aside.

"Would you like me to ask Medb to help you learn how to dominate men?" you asked. "If there's anyone who knows how to get it to happen, it's definitely her," you said.

"You would do that for me, even after I pulled rank on your servant to kidnap you?" she asked.

"Well yeah. We're friends right?" you asked.

She looked aside for a moment. "Some friend I am..." she muttered.

"Oh this is hardly the weirdest relationship I have," you joked, then you kissed her lips again.

"Uhhm... you- I can feel you're... so hard inside me..." she looked up at you, "are we still going to go..?"

You smiled. "Your ass is simply... divine!" you said. "It's provoking me to commit some more blasphemy!"

She let out an undignified snort. "Then blaspheme all you want inside my ass," she spoke, her voice throaty, "I'll take it all..."

Suddenly, one of the walls of the room exploded into pieces, and the illusion on it faded, revealing that it was actually a regular Chaldea room.

Another tanned servant, Okita this time, walked through, wearing a Buster shirt, and swinging the mini-Okita shaped sword, Rengoku, by the ankles. There were comedic stars circling Rengoku's head and she looked knocked out. "Sir, we-"

Then she looked at you, and what you were doing.

She cleared her throat. "Ahem, carry on," she said, walking back the way she came. Somehow, the wall repaired itself, and the illusion set back into place.

"How does that not break the mood for you!?" Nitocris yelled.

You turned back to her and grinned down. "You think there's anything in this world that could make me not want to fuck your ass?" you asked, and then you began to move, at first rocking your hips slowly. Her ass was still full of cum, and so when you started to move, it started to move as well... soon, you were moving, sawing back and forth, cum spurting from where you were joined, your cock almost scooping it out as you started the process of giving her a second helping for the night... the second of many, many more.