Hotel Chaldea Ep. Ushiwakamaru (Patreon)

In many ways, getting to screw around in a tropical island and still call it work was the dream of many a person. In reality, you were unfortunately drafted into being a member of the security team that was looking after the Chaldea Special Summer Resort, a place of business and pleasure combined. 

Naturally, the hotel still ran its business even in a temporary location, and summers in Chaldea were far and away the most busy time of the year for its employees.

"You mean to tell me every single member of the male staff of Hotel Chaldea is busy," you complained, "every single one of them?"

The one you were partnered with for your totally-not-a-casual-stroll patrol on the beach was Ushiwakamaru. She was a beauty to be sure, combining an almost classic Japanese aesthetic, long, straight black hair carefully tied into a side tail and delightful, healthy pale skin, with an almost sporty look that was nevertheless incredibly sexy.

You wondered why she hadn't entered the bikini contest. Surely, she'd have a fairly decent shot at it.

Her bikini was by no means small, but it was not how much fabric it had, but how it sat on her, her top emphasizing her sizable breasts, enough to fill your hand comfortably and her bottoms sitting high on her waist, the white band almost reminding you of a fundoshi.

In many ways, she looked like she'd be more comfortable wearing a fundoshi than she was in a bikini, but the playful air about her didn't seem to be diminished at all either way.

She had a small smile on her face as she scanned the environment, one hand serving to block the sun from her eyes. She seemed to find the beaches compatible with her, usually keeping an eye out for any sort of trouble. The resort was in a tropical island off the coast of Mexico, last you checked, in a famous Archipelago.

She nodded. "Apparently Summer is the time when most of the male servants," she said, and you half remembered that the word 'Servant' was used primarily when talking about the staff members, both male and female, "are the busiest," she explained. "Master used to always be frustrated during these times."

You chuckled. Frustrated she wasn't getting any? "Bet she was," you laughed.

"Oh yes, very frustrated!" Ushiwakamaru said, nodding, "I am quite glad that my lady has found you," she spoke, offering you a bright, spirited smile, "and I am quite glad that she has trusted me with your safety, and as your partner in these times!"

You hummed. Right, she was not just your partner, she was also your bodyguard. Meant to protect you in case anyone attacked you. You were long past the time in which you would second guess the Master, and didn't really need Ushiwakamaru to demonstrate her strength... not that she hadn't, anyway, simply by quite literally jumping from ground level to the top of a light post in a single bound

"Well, too bad we're here for work," you mused, watching as a pair of bikini clad beauties played Volleyball with a well muscled blond gentleman. You recognized him, he was a member of the staff, but the women were almost certainly clients. You thought you might have seen them in a billboard somewhere, some sort of duo of singers, you couldn't remember their names.

"Ah! About that!" she said, looking at the position of the sun in the cloudless blue sky. "Our shift ended approximately seven minutes ago," she said, nodding. "We are free until the night shift rolls in," she said.

"So we did," you mused. "Well... now that we're no longer tapped up for the bikini contest, mind telling me why you're not entering?"

Ushiwakamaru nodded. "Of course sir," she said. "If it were another type of contest, I would, but the ladies who are joining are the greatest beauties in all the world's history," she spoke. "Besides, I require only the acceptance of my lady, and she has told me that I look very good in this swimsuit."

Accepting that, you looked at the venue in the distance. The contest would run next week, but you were already making preparations for it, and some of the contestants were already drumming up support. It was part of your job, in fact, to make sure that people didn't get rowdy or try to do anything illegal.

Apparently Medb had been banned from participating in the event last year due to her using her sex appeal a little too brazenly and effectively. 

You nodded. "Well, we didn't find any trouble, I guess I can clock in at my desk and-"

Ushiwakamaru cleaned her throat with an attention grabbing cough, raising her hand in a closed fist to her mouth. "Per the lady Koyanskaya's orders, you are not allowed to return to the Branch Office's premises."

"I'm her boss, my orders-"

"Per Master's orders, you are momentarily relieved of authority," she said, "currently, the lady Mana is serving as the head of the department in your absence."

You frowned. "Wait, I can't take a break while they're hard at work."

Ushiwakamaru smiled. "It is only natural," she said, "that we should work hard and play harder," she spoke, putting her hands on her hips. "I was selected as your partner because I am the best at playing and relaxing at the beach," she said, gesturing at you with her hand.

She poked your chest, between the floarl print shirt you were wearing's buttons. "What do you-"

"I shall guide you, as my teacher guided me, in the path of play!" she said, then she grabbed at your wrist, and quickly lead you into the beach. "First, we shall splash in the water!"

Truth be told?

Splashing in the water was fun. As weird as it was, indulging in stupidly simple play, especially when it came to taking revenge on the woman who quite literally flung you from the beach several meters into the ocean, causing you to inhale some saltwater, by getting her as wet as you were.

This was followed by volleyball, but she was clearly an expert and beyond your ability, you simply could not keep up, and the single point you scored felt more like pity than anything else, but surprisingly, it was all fun, she never taunted or demeaned you.

"You're improving with every exchange!" she would encourage, even as she beat you even more soundly.

All in all, it had been a surprisingly wholesome day of relaxation at the beach.

At least, all the way until she took you to a secluded spot, behind a rocky outcropping. The fact that it was so perfectly shaped to hide someone from all points of view except from the ocean itself... suggested it was man made. The smooth rock walls accompanied that guess.

You walked behind her, while she talked about the 'little hidden spot'. 

As she walked, Ushiwakamaru swayed her hips, the healthy pale skin having an almost glossy look to them, a fine layer of sweat having built up due to the heat and exhertion. Your eyes tracked her butt as it shook side to side, her crack almost swallowing the fundoshi-like bikini bottoms.

She turned around and smiled, and you realized that neither of you could be seen from outside.

She leaned forward, bending at the waist, almost as if showing off her chest. "Are you quite alright, my lord?"

You blinked. "Why're you calling me that all of a sudden?"

She smiled. "Well, now that we are alone and in private," she said, "I believe there is no issue in acknowledging that you are my lady's husband, correct?"

You sputtered. "W-Wha, I'm not-"

She giggled. "My apologies, Sir," she said, "I understand, but even so, you are my lady's favorite man," she spoke. "Among all of the men with whom she has shared her heart, you are the one whom she thinks about most," she spoke, nodding. "I am jealous of you, I admit, no doubt you have a larger share of my lady's heart than I do."

You almost felt bad, because she had an almost melancholic and sad smile on her face, as she looked aside. "I, ah-"

"No, it is not your fault," she said, shaking her head. "It is nobody's fault but mine, I know that my lady's love is as great as ever, but she has not played with me lately, and I feel lonely," she admitted. "This loyal dog has been waiting for her master, but her master is so busy..." she sighed. then she looked into your eyes.

You hummed. She called herself a dog, and obviously, was greatly fond of the description. And you could understand why. A loyal and loving pet, a compliment to anyone who highly valued such qualities. "Why me?" you asked. "Why come to me?"

She hummed. "Why?" she asked. "You are my master's most favorite," she spoke. "Would it not make sense then, that I should cooperate with you, to find my master's favor once more?" she asked. Then she looked down. "Anyone who would capture my master's heart so must no doubt be an impressive partner."

You snorted. "Work hard, play harder?" you asked.

She gave you a smile. "My lord," she said, "I've it on good authority that being hard makes it so much better to play," she said, licking her lips. She was clearly no innocent doggy, no, she was very much a bitch in heat, you started to realize.

Truly, she was the sort of dog that was perfect for the Master of Chaldea. Ritsuka was a bit of a nympho, no doubt a woman describing herself as her dog was a sexy bitch.

"So you've been showing off your body all day..."

"Hoping that I might entice my lord to take the first step," she said, closing her eyes. "Alas, my lord's will is too strong."

You stepped forward, and pressed your body against hers, her back against the cool rock. You cupped her chin, tilting her head up, and then met her lips in a kiss, a short peck first, then a proper tongue kiss, going way past french and straight into lewd makeout, until your lips parted from hers.

"You came so close," you said, "that I decided to meet you," you spoke, both of you breathing heavily, as the heat of her body washed over you. Your cock was starting to become tight in your pants. "You're not just a dog, you're a bitch, a bitch in heat."

She whined. "I am... I am my master's bitch," she spoke, "but just for today..."

"For today, you'll be mine," you said, feeling your lip curl up, not in a smile, but in a smirk that came from the bottom of your heart. "Get on your knees," you ordered.

She moaned, clearly the commanding tone you'd tried to go for was the right choice, her face flushing as she dropped to her knees almost like a puppet with its strings cut.

"Use your tits," you demanded. 

She reached for her top, to undo the knot holding it together on her back, but you placed a hand on her shoulder. "No, keep it on..." you said. "I want to stain your bikini with my cum," you ordered, as you pulled your swimsuit shorts down, letting them drop to your ankles, revealing your already hard cock.

Needless to say, she had been quite succesful in arousing you.

She nodded. "As my lord desires, so do I," she moaned, moving her chest forward and up, stretching her legs a little to get into proper position, she pulled at the white band on the underside of her top to raise it, while her other hand grabbed at your revealed cock, helping put it between the covered valley of her chest.

She slid you up, and the warmth of her chest assaulted you on both sides, as well as the slick, smooth feeling of the swimsuit and the unbearable softness of her breasts' skin.

If there was an idea of paradise, you mused, it was definitely the valley between a sexy bitch's tits. Dismissing that thought, you put a hand on your waist, and the other at the top of her head, an impulse bringing you to patting her head. She closed her eyes and her face morphed into a happy smile as you gently petted her.

She reached with her hands for her breasts, grabbing them by the side, and looking up at you, she forced a groan out of you almost the instant she started applying pressure, the distinct sensations giving you a spike of sudden pleasure.

"Is this to your liking, my lord?" she moaned. "May I service my lord?" she begged. "May this lewd bitch's chest be used for my lord's pleasure?" she continued.

It was shocking how much it seemed to turn her on, to speak of herself in such a way... and it was hot. So fucking hot. She looked like such a prim and proper girl, but it was the contrast between her almost innocent looks, and the lewd beast hidden beneath, that triggered your arousal so.

"You may," you said, "employ your full effort, make me cum, earn your cream, bitch," you ordered, your hand gently and lovingly patting her head, such a stark contrast with the words that spilled from your mouth almost without consent from your brain, filter failing as you thought almost entirely of pleasuring her verbally, as she pleasured you physically.

She lifted her chest a little, took in a deep breath, and then truly began to employ her tits, shaking her chest, and using her hands to stroke your cock with her tits, the ridiculous heat and friction was insane on their own, but throwing in the smooth, slippery feeling of her swimsuit, wet with sweat and saltwater, it caused a contrasting pleasure that was making it ten times more potent.

You groaned, throwing your head back and letting your voice come out, more words spilling out of your mouth like a cascade. "That's a good bitch," you praised, your hand rubbing her head more violently, her face almost melting, cheeks so red she was making an impression of a tomato, her hair getting messed up.

She panted, moaned and whined. "Y-Yes, my lord, your penis is so hot, I'm burning up, I'm burning up inside, I can feel your heat, it's leaving its mark upon me," she panted, "don't hold back, please, reward this bitch with your semen!" she begged.

You screwed your eyes shut, and she tripled, no, quadrupled her efforts, increasing the pressure many times over, every muscle in your body tensed as your body tried to follow your desperate desire to enjoy the heaven of her tits for just a minute longer, but it was no use, it was simply too good, too great a pleasure, and so you exploded within, her swimsuit rapidly becoming a darker blue color as you creamed it from within, your semen spreading the stain.

Ushiwakamaru's own voice came out in a long, lewd moan, "aah, my looord," she moaned, "it's so hot, your semen is so hot, I'm so happy, I'm so happy this lewd bitch could be of use to you!"

You panted, and grit your teeth, getting down and grabbing Ushiwakamaru by her ass, raising her to waist level. You pressed her back against the smooth rock, and met her in an open mouthed, tongue-wrestling and toecurling kiss. Her legs crossed behind the small of your back, you felt her heels against your butt, and your cock rubbed against her extraordinarily wet cunt through the sopping swimsuit.

One of her hands held your back, the other removed the obstacle between the two of you by moving her swimsuit aside, and just like that, you were within her, slipping past her outer lips with almost comical ease, her pussy opening up and swallowing you like an old friend, like a servant delighted to have their master visit home.

Truly she was a bitch in heat, a perverted little dog that wanted nothing more than to be used by her master, and she thought herself not just lucky, but blessed, to have found a master that loved her and returned her loyalty with praise and affection.  

Disappointing her felt like one of the most evil things one could possibly do, and that was why you pressed your body against hers, pushing her harder against the wall, tongues entwinned together, squeezing her ass and enjoying the feel of her hands upon you, your toes seeking purchase in the soft white sand as you fucked her furiously against the rock wall.

Her pussy made squishy, wet noises, your kisses became ever increasingly more desperate.

In and out, faster and faster, enjoying the absurdly hot and tight confines of her pussy, and suffering the moment of loss when you pulled back, only to be taken back within, feeling almost like she was sucking you in every time, fighting harder to pull back. Your hips were burning, and you understood what was happening, your sensitive cock was forcing you to strain every muscle just so you wouldn't cum instantly.

Your body warred with itself, between your desire to cum, and your desire to have even more sex with her.

Breaking the kiss, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, your lungs furiously gulping down air to replace it. She drooled, her tongue half hanging out. "M-My lord, your cum, I want it, I want your cum, please, please my lord, give this horny bitch your cum, make use of my vagina, the way it ought to..!"

You grunted, and then you settled yourself, your feet finding purchase through significant effort, almost slipping in the sand, and then you utilized all the power and strength you had earned through over a year's worth of practice in both sex and combat to fuck her into the wall, to thrust your hips and slap them against her, and fuck her tight, sexy body to the greatest extent of your ability. 

She shook and moaned into your kiss, and the way her pussy was going nuts around you, it felt almost like she was cumming, again and again, with every thrust, extending the orgasm, filling you with confidence and further desire to fuck her even more!

However, your body was too sensitive, you'd already cum once, and a full day walking around a place filled with bikini clad beauties had made you reach your limit, and so you came, and you came HARD, breaking the kiss, gritting your teeth, shutting your eyes and then letting loose with a growl.

She whined and moaned and then went quiet, open mouthed as you poured hot semen into her deepest reaches.

Your hips moved on their own, it felt like orgasmic lightning coursed through your body, your muscles seizing and twitching strongly as you gave her exactly what she wanted and some more besides.

It took a while, and it was only when you began to feel semen running down your legs that you realized you finished cumming. You looked into each other's eyes, and then both of you began grinding your hips against each other.

The sun was still far from setting, there was quite a bit some time before the night shift started, and you were still quite hard and willing to play...