Hotel Chaldea Ep. Tomoe Gozen (Patreon)

The back room of Tomoe Gozen's gaming den was a dark place, which only had enough room for a big mirror, a bunch of VR gear including suits, and a number of controllers. It was very cramped with two people in it, but you were presed against each other to fit inside it.

Her long silvery hair tickled your arm and chest as it fell on them and the sweet tones of her harried, strained moans caressed your ears, filling you with ever increasingly more potent desire.

Your right hand held her heavy, full breast, the feel of the soft, smooth material of her one piece swimsuit hardly an impediment to feeling up chest, including the hard little pebble of a nipple that poked out of it. Her back felt nice on your naked chest, and the smooth, soft skin of her leg and the even softer muscle of her thigh were delectable.

She was an enticing woman, almost too seductive for the sort of person she purported to be. 

She let out a strangled gasp, whining piteously. "Aagh, Lord Yoshinaka, Lord Yoshinaka," she cried, each intonation of that name, every use of her voice to speak the name of another man, almost feeling like a red hot iron spike, surging through your and stabbing into your brain, strengthening the angry berserker spirit possessing you.

Every time she called that name, every time she spoke of him instead of you...

You felt it. Every part of her body tensed at once, her muscles rebelling against their owner. For all that she cried, for all that she called for someone else's name, for all that she spoke that man's name, the impossibly warm and wet, tight cunt trying to strangle your cock hadn't even attempted to prevent your invasion.

Your cock went all the way into her, and rather than resisting, it felt like you were being sucked in. This was a married woman's pussy, a cheating wife's pussy in fact!

Finding her ear, you teased her with your tongue and teeth, biting and licking at her earlobe as she let out more strangled cries and pants, as your cock invaded her deepest reaches. She mewled and pathetically cried even more, when you pulled your cock out, leaving only the tip of it inside.

"Maaah, nooo..!" she protested, "don't- dooon't~!"

Your cock went all the way back in.

"You're- you're doing it, you're- you're putting it in, in me...!" she cried, shaking, "my vagina, my vagina that was for Lord Yoshinaka only, it's being taken by another man! I'm having sex with a man that isn't my husband..!" she cried out, "a man that isn't my husband is having sex with meee!"

You grunted in effort, and you could imagine the state of her eyes, open wide, red iris looking everywhere. You firmed your grip on her chest and on her leg, and then began actually fucking her earnestly and with purpose. "How's it feel huh..!" you grunted, squeezing her tit hard and harsh, each cry of her husband's name filling you with more and more need.

"Nyagghhh, nooo, this feels too good, cheating sex is too goood!" she mewled.

You grinned. "This..! This is what you get..!" you panted. "This is what you get for losing! This is a loser's fate!"

She let out a long and loud cry, and you were absolutely not prepared for the crushing pressure of her orgasm, gripping you hard, her pussy feeling like a dozen hands suddenly grabbing onto your cock and squeezing all at once, it was so tight it was almost painful. 

She wept. "Noo! Nooooo!" she cried. "I- I orgasmed, I came, I came for a man who isn't my husband..!"

You panted, tightening every muscle on your body, trying not to cum as her pussy went absolutely wild on you, your teeth gritting so hard you feared you might even shatter them, but finally, though never did it calm fully, her pussy relaxed its inhuman grip on you as her cries faded, and instead, she was left with short, fast pants, and little sighs.

You held her still as she recovered. "Why's this happening..!?" she protested, sighing. "Whatever did I do to deserve this, my lord?" she asked, begging to the skies for an answer. "Lord Yoshinaka..!"

Your fingers found her nipple, covered by her swimsuit, and you pinched it, hard, grabbing her attention. "You lost," you said, simple and easy. "You took a gamble and you lost, you bet your body on it, and you lost," you said, grinning nastily. She really did fill you with need, desire and frustration... every time she spoke, every time she opened her cursed mouth to moan someone else's name, it only drove you further.

"I didn't think I'd ever lose at beatsaber!" she protested. 

That was right, Tomoe had been doing a drive for votes to win the Swimsuit Contest, apparently for its prize, which was to have the winner's wish granted. Some even called the prize the 'Holy Grail'. The specific details of it escaped you, but what you did know was that Tomoe had become enthusiastic about participation...

And then this little game was setup. Somehow, Tomoe had managed to trigger Koyanskaya and Mana's tempers. Those two were not usually in agreement about a great deal many things, but somehow, it seemed like whatever conversation had been had was enough for the two to beg you to take the challenge. 

Should she win, you would cast a vote for her to become the recipient of the 'Holy Grial'. And if you won...

You rocked your hips, dragging a lustful moan from her. To the victor went the spoils, and they were sweet spoils indeed. "Tell me," you said, rubbing your hands on the thigh of the leg you were still holding up, trying to regain your own breath, "tell me, am I bigger than your husband!?" you asked, fiercely.

She didn't respond at first, and you pushed yourself in deep, made her feel your cock inside her, exploring every nook and cranny of her pussy, of its tight, wet and volcanic hot confines. Reaching the limits of your patience, you decided to bite down onto the exposed flesh of her shoulder, marring her skin with a bite mark, sucking hard, giving her a noticeable hickey. 

"Answer me..!" you demanded.

"Yyyeeeesssshhh~!" she finally blurted out. "You're- guhh, mush, mush biggahhhgh~!" she was rocked by your movements as you began to fuck her in earnest again. Slowly but surely, the silver haired beauty began to degenerate, as her protestations started to fly out the window, replaced by moans and whines.

"I'm bigger, that's right, you're cumming from this dick, this dick that isn't your husband's, you cheating whore wife!" you growled, into her ear, your fingers almost digging into her skin. An urge to leave even more marks on her filled you, and so you pinched her skin, pinched her nipple, her areola, her breasts, even her clit. She looked dirty, fantastic even, with her threetone onepiece swimsuit pulled aside to reveal her cheating wife cunt.

Her sides were exposed and your hands found them, ghosting all over her body, and your mouth left more hickeys on her shoulders and neck, where you could, where she wasn't covered by her thin and deliciously smooth swimsuit. 

"Tell me the truth, tell me I fuck you better, tell me that I make you cum harder than he ever did," you growled into her ear, your left hand now going to her exposed left  breast, while the right reached for her exposed clit, having peeked out of its hood, begging for, nay, demanding attention. Two fingers began dabbing at it, rubbing her clit while your dick went in and out of her spasming pussy.

"Nooo!" she cried, shaking her head, "my husband, my husbaand, Lord Yoshinaka, Yoshinaka, Lord Yoshinaka, he's- he's-"

Incensed, not angry, outright furious, with your dick harder than ever, you unleashed yourself entirely, pushing her against the mirror, forcing her to come face to face with herself. "Look at yourself, you little slut, look at the face you're making, look at the cheating whore wife enjoying treasonous sex!" you shouted, squishing her body against the mirror, almost forcing her to kiss herself in it. "Look at that slut, look how much she loves it!"

She cried pathetically. "Nwoooouuuuu!" she cried. "No, no, I can't- I shouldn't- I woooooon't! You can't! You can't! NO! Don't make me cum, not again, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

You put your feet firmly against the ground, and then released every bit of strength you were holding back and began fucking her against the mirror so hard you were afraid it might shatter, as she lewdly, pathetically, protested your words. It was coming, she was crashing, falling apart, her resistance was failing...

You grit your teeth, but without the intent to resist orgasm this time. "H-Here, ghu, here I come, I'm gonna fill you up, I'm gonna give you a cheating creampie, get ready, open up, take all my cum, you cheating whore!"

"Nooo!" Tomoe yelled, "not inside, don't cum inside, that's for my husband, my baby room is- is- noooo, no!" she closed her eyes...

And then you stopped. You went still. Completely. A flash of inspiration struck you. You let go. You stopped.

There was a moment. A single instant's hesitation.

And then not even your hips moved. Her hands were on the mirror. Her eyes were closed. Her breathing evened.

"Beg for it," you said. It was hard. It was excruciatingly hard. It was nigh impossible.

Holding back at that point, it was insanely hard.

"Beg for my cum. Beg for it, or I'm walking out of here right now," you said.

Silence, for two, then five, then ten seconds.

You were prepared to praise her fortitude, to admit defeat...

But she cracked first. "P-Please... please don't stop, please, please make me cum," she begged, "please- please cum, cum-"

"Cum where?" you growled. "What do you want me to do?"

"C-Cum--" she screwed her eyes shut. "Please, cum inside me! Cum inside this cheating whore wife's womb! Fill me up!"

You grinned, thrusting yourself all the way back in. "Admit it. Admit I fuck you better than your husband ever could!"

"YYYEEESSH!" she screamed. "You make me cum like Lord Yoshinaka never could! You're so much better, please, please, don't stop, do it harder, fuck my cheating pussy hardeeeer!"

"HERE I GO! TAKE IIIIT!" 

Your hands grabbed at her hips, and held her in place just long enough for one final deep thrust, reaching into the deepest reaches of her body, knocking on the very door to her womb, which opened up and welcomed the gushing geyser of babymaking milk, Tomoe's pussy going crazy, her orgasm orders of magnitude greater than the one before.

Her entire body trembled around you, and her pussy was moving so much it almost felt like she was being electrified, it was a crazy feeling, intense beyond belief, desperately milking you out of every drop.

The feeling passed, however, leaving only a man and a woman panting in a tiny room, the overpowering scent of sex and sweat almost stinging your nose.

She panted, you panted, the two of you kept it at that for a good minute or so.

And then you began to move again, and she gasped. "Aah..."

"Your husband could never satisfy you like I can," you growled. "I can make you cum more and harder than he ever could..!" you continued.

"Y-Yeees..." she groaned. "Lord," she gulped, "Lord Yoshinaka... could never... make me cum... like this..!"

You nodded. "I'm gonna make you cum a lot more, I'm gonna engrave myself upon your body, so that you can never, ever, think of that man without thinking of how much better I am..!"

She mewled, but didn't protest.

Unfortunately, even after her impassioned appeal, Tomoe wouldn't win the 'Holy Grail' from the swimsuit contest.

But that was okay, you were quite willing to console her after her defeat...

Leaving her a mess that was gushing semen from her pussy, you tucked yourself back into your pants, in her room at Chaldea, you were surprised to be met with Medea.

She hummed, offering you a drink in a bottle. You drank it gratefully. Tomoe did engender a competitive spirit in you that made you want to make her body acknowledge you as her husband's superior, after all. 

"Nice to see you," you said, evenly. "Shame you weren't in the contest," you said, looking at her. You were quite acquainted with that delicious body, after all, even if she wore a concealing dress.

She hummed. "I have no intention of showing off for any but you," she said, simply. "I... I am not sure I am comfortable with you having sex with that woman, haa, husband," she finally said, as if giving a bit of weight to her words by adding the title.

You nodded. "I see... if you're uncomfortable with me doing it, then-"

"No, don't misunderstand," Medea said, raising an open hand to forestall your protests. "I do not mind if you wish to... partake," she said, "in others. Love is more than just physical, after all," she explained. "It's just... this woman, she keeps talking of... well, I have a bit of awareness of her history, and I just... I just can't stand the thought that she is so loyal to a man who abandoned her."

You blinked. "I... was not aware of that. I-"

"No, I- I'm being selfish. With any luck, perhaps you could convince her what it feels like to be loved by a man, and help her obsession and delusion... but it's too much to hope for, I believe," she said, shaking her head. "Would you join me for tea?"

You pulled your phone from your pocket. Yeah, you had time. "Sure. Do you mind if we drop by my office to check on my people first?"

"Not at all!" Medea said with a happy smile. And so you did. Yet at the back of your mind, you couldn't help but feel strange about the story Medea told you...

You resolved to, if you ever met Tomoe randomly again, you would fuck her even harder, and imprint into her body an even deeper understanding of what it felt to be loved, lusted after, or desired by a man.

But for the time being, your focus was on Medea, and as she walked in front of you, your focus was specifically on that enticing butt, swaying side to side, asking for you to reach out...