Hotel Chaldea Ep. Ishtar (Patreon)

"Sometimes it feels like you just might be trying to seduce me," you said, idly tapping through the pad as the master lounged on her chair, her skirt thrown away, her white shirt having its belts undone and the top few buttons separated, showing her modest but nicely shaped breasts, encased in a practical white bra.

Ever confident and comfortable in her skin, the master hummed, waving her hand at her face. "Would it shock you to hear you make me all hot and bothered and I need to let off some steam, when you walk into the room?"

"No," you said, giving her a smile.

"How sad," she said, "where did my shy, cute and nervous intern go?"

"That guy started working at a wonderful place and learned how to be a lot more confident," you replied. "Hard to remain the low self esteem sort when you've surrounded me with beautiful women who somehow seem to have some sort of radar focus on me when I'm feeling a bit down."

The master giggled. "Oh?"

"I'm not going to ask how Medea knew I really needed a cup of tea last night, but she did," you said, sighing.

"Just a cup of tea?" she asked.

"A cup of very energizing tea," you said, humming as your fingers guided you. Most of the usual faces were grayed out. Scathach had even stopped by your workplace to tell you that you'd be off your training for a couple of days until she returned. "This one," you said, finally, tapping the one you wanted.

"She's feisty," the master said, looking over your choice," she explained. "She puts up a strong front, but that's all it is."

"She's the sort that crumbles easily under pressure?" you asked. That didn't seem like the sort that would be in Chaldea.

"No, I mean that shes's only strong from the front. Get her from behind," the master said, "and she'll be all yours. Take the advantage, grab the lead, and then never let go. If you let her, she'll take over, maintain control from the get go, be assertive. She acts high and mighty, but is a total sub at heart."

"Useful advice, I'll bet," you mused. Definitely something worth keeping in mind - the master wouldn't tell you something like that unless it was relevant. "I'm not sure I'm into being forceful like that..."

She shrugged. "You're the sort that likes to please their partner, and she's the sort that acts out so others will punish her."

You nodded. "I see. That's a lot more reasonable than I thought."

"I'll have her bring you to your room," the master said, snapping her fingers and-

The door to the office opened. In walked the woman from the portrait. Pigtails, red eyes, a haughty expression... and a gilded bikini, in gold and white. She even wore a crown and assorted jewelry. 

"I see, so this is the mortal that this goddess will bless with her presence!" the woman said. "Very well, I will allow you to worship at the temple that is my body," she said, sounding like she was doing you a favor by gracing your presence. "You must be my contractor's favorite man, I see!"

You hummed. "So that's what you meant, huh?"

The master nodded. "Ishtar, take him to your room, would you?"

"I suppose I can do you this favor," Ishtar allowed. "Follow me, as if a sailor following the brightest star in the sky!" she said, gesturing with her hand, and then striking what she probably thought was a gallant pose, before walking off like she owned the place. 

The master gave you a smile, and you chuckled and turned to follow.

"Remember... a surprise backstab," the master said, "for great victory."

You nodded. Ishtar led you around as you left the master's office, heading towards the residential parts, and soon enough she began ranting about how great she was, how she was a goddess in terms of beauty, war, and all sorts of other crazy boasts. You could almost imagine her as some sort of goddess - she had the excessive dress sense and over the top larger than life persona that would no doubt convince the ignorant that she was some sort of goddess.

But there was no way that was real, right? She looked like a japanese girl, with just a slightly unusual eye color, which as far as you knew could be contacts. 

Finally, Ishtar stopped in front of a door with a scrawled out message that read something like "use less", you weren't quite sure. 

"Alright, we're here," she said, opening the door. "As I said, I've guided you and-"

You decided to neither tarry nor delay, as Ishtar's fabulously well shaped butt, covered only by her half panties, half skirt, thing, sashayed in front of you, you summoned every bit of strength and power in your body, and tried to strike the most dominant and heavy presence you could.

If the Master had suggested that you be forceful and dominant, then that's what you were going to do. She had never steered you wrong before, and you stepped forward into the room, a lavish, golden palace bedroom style, more than a bit tacky, with piles of gold coins and jewels strewn about, and a massive bed, golden frame with white curtains on its canopy, and stylized sheets.

You pushed Ishtar into the bed, and she yelped. "What the-" she shouted. "How dare you lay your hands on-"

Your hand grabbed onto the waistband of her bottoms, and you ripped them down harshly and quickly. She screeched. "W-Wait, I'm not ready y-yet!"

That was it! Haughty goddess, realizing she was overpowered and overwhelmed! Not exactly the scenario you were thinking of, but... Your hand landed on her upper back and  pushed her - she caught herself with her hands, planting them on the comfy looking mattress. 

"What are you doing!?" she screamed.

You grinned, and quickly undid your pants. "I'm giving you what you deserve," you said, planting your feet, slightly spread apart from hers, lowering yourself so you were in line with her buttocks, and your hands came down to toy with her nice and firm cheeks. "This is one nice ass," you mused. It really was. It wasn't the biggest, but it was amazingly well shaped, with no imperfections anywhere to be seen, just fat enough to be a nice and delicious handful to hold, but not so big that it was flabby. 

"This is a goddess' ass," you added, as she yelped.

"T-That's right, so be a good mortal and-"

You grinned as your hands squeezed her cheeks and spread them apart a little. Her butthole winked at you. It looked strangely inviting, like it had absolutely no intention of preventing intrusion... it looked, for lack of a better term, defenseless. The master was right, assaulting her from behind was the right choice. "I'm going in."

"G-Going- where- don't tell me-"

You lined your cock, freed from your underpants, with her butthole. You only needed to stroke yourself once to ensure you were at full hardness, with the woman shaking her ass before you all the way to her room, you had been wishing for this for a while.

No matter how many wonderfully amazing women you could've been with before, each and every new one was always a new treat. And you were about to enjoy this one.

You licked your lips, and as she opened her mouth to say something, you rapidly and mercilessly slammed yourself fully into her in a single thrust, the slap of skin on skin the first sound in the room, followed by an almost earthshaking moan from the woman you had just anally penetrated.

"Y-You beast," she moaned out, voice a bit slurred, as she tried very hard to keep, "how d-dare you, a-attack a go-goddess, l-like taaahaat!" she whined, as you began torturously, slowly, pulling yourself back. "T-Tha, that's, r-right, pu-pull out, a-and I m-m-may forg-give you!" she said, panting a little.

You grinned, and slammed yourself back in, she lost her grip on the bedsheets, collapsing face first. As soon as she did, you leaned forward, placed your hand on the back of her head, and pressed her down, leaning against her, whispering into her ear. "I'll give you exactly what you deserve," which was exactly what she needed.

Besides... you were feeling hotter and hotter, your penis feeling like it was almost crushed by the unbearably delicious tightness of her anus. It truly was a heavenly ass, perfect beyond measure, so tight and plump, yet open and eager to take you. It did nothing to impede you, taking you in, almost sucking you into its depths, and massaging you as you began to pump her, hips moving back and forth in a tremendous, fast rhythm.

Again and again, your bodies clashed, and despite the fact that she was the one screaming, screeching really, about the insult and the punishment she'd lay upon you and how she'd take her revenge, it had taken frightfully little time for her speech to cut off quickly.

"A-and when I'm done, they'll write an epic poem ab-b-bo-bo-boouuuuuooogh, no, you- can't- ugh, nooo!" she screamed, as you angled yourself a little so you'd scrape the walls of her ass with your cock as you went in, and her tight ass became a million times more so, as she screamed out loud, as she tried to avoid proclaiming her orgasm.

Her body was far more honest, as she lost control of her self, a deep shudder running through her that had her shaking and drooling. She collapsed into a heap, watery eyes focusing on you as she turned back to you. "D-Don't, s-stop," she begged.

You grinned. "Alright," you said.

She mewled, as you pulled back out.

"Nnnooo," she moaned, "don't, don't stop!" she corrected.

And you went all the way back in once more, never having had the intention to stop in the first place. You pushed her a little bit more, and got on the bed beside her, maneuvering the both of you until you were seated, back against the headboard, and the so called goddess sitting on your lap, ass tightly hugging your cock, refusing to let go.

"If you want more," you said, crossing your arms behind your neck, "put in some work, and make me cum," you ordered. "With nothing but your ass."

The goddess moaned. "Y-You assholeee," she screamed.

"Coming from a girl with an asshole like yours, it's a compliment," you said with a wink. "Now use that divine bitch dick holster and work for your pleasure," you ordered.

She grunted, biting down some sort of insult, as she began to bounce her hips. It was amazing, her movements were fast, frenetic, desperate - she was getting off, despite how much she clearly hated that fact. 

Her ass was just so weak, it was defenseless in every sense of the word - she had an anal fetish a mile wide, and it was the most sensitive part of her body - even as your hands roamed her body, as you teased at her breasts, at her pussy, at other, less sensitive but still erogenous spots, caressed her body and left no skin unteased, nothing came close to the reactions you got when she slammed her hips down, and your cock reached the deepest parts of her asspussy.

Because there really was no better way to describe it.

The so called Goddess Ishtar had an asspussy more sensitive than most vaginas, and you were reaping the benefits of it, luxuriating in the unbelievably intense heat and its tight grip, the impossibly delicious friction was driving you wild, leaving you unable to focus on much else.

And it was clear that despite her frustration, she was loving every second of it. Despite herself, she was cumming repeatedly, each orgasm stronger and quicker than the last, as she built up a crescendo of pleasure that was reaching a furious peak, her bouncing becoming more insistent and desperate, as she sought to make you cum, to regain a shred of her pride as a woman.

And you were about to give it to her, alongside the full contents of your balls, overflowing and overstacked, as the intense pleasure and your own desire all boiled together, forcing your self control to release or risk breaking.

Like her, you too lost control of yourself, and surrendered to your body's demand, your balls throbbing intensely, in an almost painful burst of pleasure, mind going blank for a moment as you poured everything you'd been saving up right into Ishtar's bowels, painting her insides as white as snow and triggering yet another orgasm in her, one that had her screeching in pleasure, loud enough to drown you.

She seemingly had the most intense and powerful orgasm of the night, as she completely lost control of herself and her body, causing you to be almost happy that she was resting with her back against your chest when she lost all her strength, because the sound of her urine escaping her, spraying all over the sheets and even reaching the floor, gave you a bit of pause.

Good thing you had insisted on remaining behind her, you mused, panting as you tried to regain your breath.

Her orgasm was insanely intense, and yours wasn't far behind, and as she lay against your chest, both of you tried to be the first to recover.

Of course, by the time she recovered and tried to get off of you, your cock was already recovering its strength, and she only caused herself even more distracting pleasure, and soon enough, it was time to reassert yourself over her.

Again and again, for the rest of the night, the song and dance would repeat, and Ishtar would never fully or completely accept defeat, which made it all the sweeter to keep assaulting her impossibly tight ass, all night long.