Hotel Chaldea Ep. Nitocris (Patreon)

Leaving a written note for the woman who would no doubt go through your work with a discerning eye looking for flaws to throw in your face later, you stretched your limbs, and allowed yourself a bit of a smile as you left the confines of your officen and took the long way around, taking time to visit a couple friends along the way and maybe get a cup of sugar or two along the way, so to speak.

And your destination?

Why, the Master's office, of course! The door opened to welcome you in, and you were glad to find that she was in good spirits, despite how much work she had been in currently. Something about an impromptu visit to New York that had her stressed and overworked, you hadn't really heard too much about that.

As you sat down, she passed you the pad with a smile. "You've been doing good work, I figure a reward is overdue," she said, sighing, cheeks lightly tinted pink as she relaxed in her chair. 

You didn't need to be a genius to have an idea of what was happening, the quiet, almost but not quite silent, sounds of a tongue lapping at her nether regions was audible. You wondered who it might be under that desk.

"Thank you," you said. "Good afternoon, by the way."

She giggled. "My bad!" she admitted.

You chuckled in response, beginning to leaf through the catalog same as usual. You did try a little to strain your ear, to try to decipher the identity of the person underneath her desk, but it was impossible to tell, just from the gasps and tiny, muffled moans.

"I'm feeling like some chocolate tonight," you mused, and almost as if the pad had heard you and taken your command, the next flick of your wrist and ghosting of your fingers on the touch screen changed the list to one that interested you quite a bit, as you started leafing through a certain subsection of the full catalogue. "Interesting... here, this one," you finally said, tapping the choice you made, and then selecting the course that most caught your eye. "I haven't done this in a while, huh?"

"Right," the master said, smiling a slightly strained smile. "I'll have someone lead you to the right room-" her voice hitched and she winced. "Actually, can, can you find it?" she sighed in pleasure. "Mashu's going to be busy for a couple more minutes still..."

You laughed. At least it was confirmation. "Should be able to. 120-C right?"

"R-Righoooh," she moaned, "right there, don't stop..." she moaned out loud, then looked at you, licking her lips. "Now get going before I override your choice!" she said.

You laughed. "Maybe next time," you said, waving your hand, leaving the room. The door closed and locked behind you, so it would only allow her or her most trusted people in and out. You knew by now that it meant she wanted private time. That was fine, you had your own private time to look forward to.

Fortunately, nowadays you could navigate Chaldea fairly easily and it didn't take long to find the correct room.

Confirming it was the right one, you put your hand against it, the door chimed, and it allowed you in, confirming your identity and sliding into the wall. You hummed and walked in, taking in the golden atmosphere of the room.

In sheer contrast with the almost sterile white environments of Chaldea's hallways, it was as if you'd stepped into an ancient castle or temple or something, bright yellow and dark gold sandstone walls lining the room, a faux sandstone ceiling that had surprisingly modern looking lights.

The furniture was made of fittingly ancient looking wood, inlaid with gold and lapis lazuli, there was a big vanity, a wardrobe, and a very large canopy bed, the curtains covering most of it, but letting you see a tantalizing sliver of dark skin, of legs, settled on blue and gold sheets.

You hummed, the door closed behind you.

"Greetings, mortal... welcome to the Lair of the Pharaoh, Incarnation of the Sky God Horus, I, Nitocris, bid you welcome to my bedchambers!"

You hummed. "I feel honored," you said, almost cheekily.

You pretended not to hear the indignated squawk she let out. "B-Bow your head, before the Pharaoh, God of the Skies and the Underworld! Worship me!"

You hummed. "I'm ready to get on my knees to worship you," you said, amused by the way this was going. You had expected some degree of roleplay of this sort based on the course you had chosen, but she was incredibly into it, and you couldn't help but feel mischievous pleasure coursing through you as you formed some plans on the fly.

"Good!" she said, sounding quite enthusiastic, and clearly loving the part she was playing. "Then close your eyes, lest the radiant form of the Pharaoh burn them, and enter my sanctuary..."

You nodded, doing as she asked, closing your eyes as your hands grabbed at the curtains and parted them, taking your shoes off as you used your hands and knees to navigate.

"Good... here, over here," her voice guided you, as you crawled towards her. "Now, as you are an honored guest and client, I, I- I shall allow you to witness me!"

You opened your eyes, and before you was the combination of cute innocent and sexy seductress that you had hired for the night. Her skin was a beautifully charming, lovely shade of brown, reminding you of milk chocolate, sweet and delectable, your eyes roved from her perfect feet, clad only in decorative wrappings, up her calves, past her knees, and over her thighs, slim but well shaped. Your eyes were caught by the panties she wore, which seemed designed to enhance her cameltoe, but you didn't stop, continuing to eye her up, her cute belly button, her breasts, covered in a white bikini top that seemed designed to look like linen bands, and even her armpits, hairless and looking like they needed to be teased.

Finally, your eyes followed the lines of her face, until you focused on her eyes.

"W-Well? The Pharaoh's form is beyond compare," she said, clearly pretending to be certain and confident, but you felt you could probably destroy her self confidence by lying to her and saying her appearance was unimpressive.

However...

"Oh, Pharaoh," you said, fake simpering, "your beauty blinds me," you said, "please, allow me to worship at the temple that is your most glorious body!"

She was blushing, but clearly into it, closing her eyes and giving you a somewhat strained smile. "O, Of- of course!" she said, nodding, "worship to your heart's content!"

You grinned, and then took her leg in your arms. "I will start here," you said, lifting her foot and ignoring her awkward response, cradling it in your hands, first landing a kiss at her big toe, then, while she was laying on a mountain of pillows and probably thinking you were some kind of weirdo...

You struck.

Your kisses came fast, and they soon became lewd as you took her beautifully pedicured big toe into your mouth, licking and sucking at it, drawing a yelp and a moan from her, your tongue darting to lick at the space between her toes. She didn't taste like much of anything, you guessed hygiene was a priority for her.

Still, her feet actually were rather cute, prim and proper, she clearly took meticulous care of her appearance, and as you began to lick and suck and kiss and slobber all over her foot, she shook and moved but didn't quite dislodge you, or even really make an attempt to remove her foot from your grasp.

She panted, looking a bit uncomfortable for a few seconds, but then you let go, and she whimpered in disappointment... then you grabbed the other foot, and began kissing, licking, worshipping her once more, dragging surprise moans from her, her beautiful dark lips unable to keep her voice from coming out, even as you began trailing kisses from the arch of her foot up her calf, placing a great deal many kisses up her legs and on her inner thighs, switching legs as you advanced.

She panted as you approached her crotch, and for a moment, you gave her respite, gave her an opportunity to stop you, to tell you to wait, or really, give you any sign of discomfort, but with her face flooded with blood and with the looks of someone who was unable to voice her desires, it was clear that you didn't need to worry, as you approached the front of her panties and placed a kiss, a peck, on her most intimate parts through the wet fabric of her soaking panties.

She tasted a bit stronger than most you had tasted before, but enticing in her own way. You reached with your hand and moved her panties to the side, licking your lips as you revealed her mound, the pussy lips slightly darker than the skin around them. Your finger teased at her slit, and then you used both hands to spread them, showing her pink, engorged pussy lips. She was lewd, she was already wet, and she was inviting you in... and so you dove, and you licked, and kissed, and sucked, and enjoyed yourself 'worshipping' at the temple of her divine pussy.

She moaned. "W-Wait, that's too, too inteeenseeee!" she cried out, as your hands grabbed at her hips and you lodged yourself into place properly, lifting her legs over your shoulders and forcing her into a rather compromising position, legs in the air, shoulders pinned, as you began to lick at her more intensely.

"Stop, stoooop!" she cried, moaning, and you did as she asked, pulling your face back, but she let out a pathetic whine, panting for breath, that almost made you go right back in for more. "I," she was breathing hard, in short, quick pants, "need a moment, uuugh, that was, way too strooong!" she said, looking scandalized. "I, I-"

You smiled, and then began to move, getting on your knees before her properly, your cock at about level with her crotch, resting on her wet pussy lips, slick with her juices and your saliva.

She looked up at you, eyes wide open, as she felt your hot, throbbing cock, freed from the constraints of your pants, rubbing against her pussy lips. For good measure, you grabbed at her panties and pulled them off, making it a point to show her how wet they were. You were also tempted to shove them in her mouth, but the adorable hair ornaments she wore moved as if twitching while her eyes went big and wide, and you didn't feel like bullying her.

Instead, you felt like pampering her, and most importantly, you felt like fucking her.

The delightful choco Pharaoh before you was wide open, and she seemed vulnerable, as if she had completely lost control and either not realized it, or trying to pretend that she was still in control, and it was adorable.

You began teasing her pussy by rubbing at it with your cock, and she whimpered, looking up at you. "T-This, this isn't right, this kind of forceful, no, no, this is blasphemy, I am the Pharaoh, I- I should, you should be worshipping me, not- not- whatever this is!"

You grinned down at her. "But I am worshipping you, this is how I worship!" you said, pressing harder against her mound, forcing a moan out of her.

"This isn't what I meaaaant! This is not iiiiit!" she cried out, "it's a sin, I am the God of the Sky the reincarnation of Horus, you can't do this to me, it's forbidden!"

You laughed. "Forbidding the fruit only made it all the sweeter!" you crowed in return, pulling back a little and spreading her lips with the tip of your dick, "I guess I'm about to become a heretic, Sky God!"

"That's not the right rel-ooooooooooooh!" she cried out, screaming as you plundered the depths of her most holy, wet and so very narrow temple, gritting your teeth as what felt like a totally virginal pussy wrapped around your cock. She was so insanely tight that you were shocked she had any experience at all, yet at the same time, her pussy was squeezing you all over, showing that despite the owner's apparent innocence, her body was that of a trained and lewd woman! 

"Ugh, this is truly divine!" you said, wincing as you felt your backed up balls begin to demand release. The lewd energy the so called Sky God Pharaoh was outputting was intense, and it was almost enough to be felt in the air as you pushed deep into her, pushing her into the bed. Your hands came down beside each of her shoulders, and you loomed over her.

She looked at you in the eye, deeply, with eyes that plead for you not to stop. "If you, if, if you, pipe d-down, and, and let me take over, I will forgive you," she said, though dishonesty reeked from her every pore, as she was unable to hide the immense pleasure she felt under you.

"Okay," you said, looking down at her, pulling your hips back, taking about half your cock out of the tight, velvety grip of her pussy.

"R-Really?" she asked, sounding disappointed.

"No," you said, cheerfully. "I'm going to be the greatest blasphemer that ever worshipped this temple," you said, grinning down at her and then pushing all the way down in a single slam, causing her to shriek out in orgasm, then beginning to pound her into the bed, with reckless, wild abandon, giving her all the worship she wanted.

It was only the beginning, but as your overfilled testicles demanded release, you gave her the white cream of faith, pouring it directly into the depths of her temple, filling her up to the brim, and yet not stopping. You had long since become capable of continuing on, not flagging at all, all the training and pleasure you had experienced enabling you to fuck her through your mutual orgasm.

There were no stops nor breaks on the blasphemy train, and you wouldn't leave until she had been metaphorically defiled to the point she overflowed with your unholy love!

The roleplay only made it even hotter, especially with her reactions.

"I'm the worst Pharaoooooh, I'm getting off by being treated like a commoner!" she shouted as you fucked her, "I'm gonna cum, agaaaain!"

You absolutely would not stop until the both of you were satisfied, and it was only the start of a long, sexy and very religious experience!