Hotel Chaldea Ep. Medea's Anniversary (Patreon)

There wasn't some great and fantastic celebration... it was a much more quiet and simple affair.

A bottle of delicious wine, a candlelit dinner and the odd congratulation via text message. It seemed like damn near everyone who knew either yourself or Medea had decided to just... take a step back today. Your assistants had all but ordered you out of the office early, and both of them had made it a point to forcibly change you out of your work clothes, and into a nicely pressed suit.

When questioned how they'd gotten your measurements, they both gave you flat looks, as if it was a ridiculous question.

In hindsight... yeah it might've been.

Either way, soon enough, you found yourself sharing a romantic evening Medea, not the first, nor the last, time you went out on a date with her. Of course, very few of them had felt so... Significant.

Medea took a sip of her wine, clearly enjoying it, and then put it down, sighing in contentment. It was just... nice, to look at her. To see her smile. To watch her perfectly painted lips, in a slightly glossier, shinier tone than her usual blue, curl up ever so slightly, her eyes closed and just... calm.

It wasn't too difficult to discern when she was simply presenting a nice face out of politeness, these days. Maybe some time ago you would've believed she was humoring you, but...

After a year... a year of what, exactly? What really?

"What are we, really?" you asked, using a napkin to wipe a bit of sauce that clung to your upper lip. "What... what is this, between us?"

Medea sat silently for a few moments, before her smile fell and she looked at you, serious like the dead. "We never really... talked about this, have we?"

The candlelight flickered. "It's... I think we know," you spoke, taking a sip of your own cup of wine. "We've just... not really said it."

"It was a bit hard to imagine I'd find myself... dating a man," she spoke, allowing herself a short, self deprecating chuckle. "I never thought about it. All my life... courtship was never one of my concerns. It was... well, it was something that was to happen to me, rather than something I was meant to engage in... and yet here we are. A year into it already..." she muttered. "We never did officially say it, did we?"

"But there's only so many times you can meet someone somewhere, go out for a spot of tea, or make out under the stars," you spoke idly.

"We did a lot more than that under the stars," Medea said with a short giggle that she quickly got under control. "I guess part of me just... just gave up on that a long time ago. I... it was my wish once upon a time, you know?" she spoke, wistful. It almost felt like she was looking off into the distance. "This... just, just an opportunity."

"If only wishes came true that easily," you chuckled, "we might've met years before."

Medea chuckled as well. "To think we met by pure chance. What was it, if you don't mind me asking?"

You closed your eyes, reminscing upon then. What had been it, really? Was it a deeply held desire, to experience the happiness of a couple of newlyweds? Was it the images of Medea, showing off her otherwordly, almost supernatural beauty? Was it anything really that deep?

"I can't remember," you admitted bluntly, "but whenever I look at you, it just makes sense that I did. Why would I ever not choose you?" 

Her mouth fell open, but she didn't speak, didn't move, didn't breathe even, sitting paralyzed for a good ten seconds, before looking aside, face redder than the wine in your glasses.

"I- I-," she stammered, bringing a hand up to cover her face. "You're- you're just flattering me," she said.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "I'm hurt that we've been... we've been together for a year, and to this day you still don't trust your man to tell you the truth."

Her eyes went wide then, and she stammered even worse. "T-That's not- that's not it, it's just- I, I'm, I'm aware!" she spoke, "I- I know, you- you have beautiful women, even, far more beautiful than me, all of whom just..." she clenched her hands, looking down at her lap, "they... they don't have my baggage. I was used up and discarded by another man- there's-"

"So what if you had a husband before?" you interrupted, bluntly. "What does that matter, at all, to you and me here?" you continued, gesturing at the distance between the two of you. "At the end of the day, there's you, there's me, and there's no one else here."

Having a romantic evening with a candlelit dinner in a fancy restaurant was a staple. Doing so in private, underneath the stars, with one way mirrored glass doors that prevented the rest of the restaurant from being able to peek in on your conversation... well, the reservations for the balcony had been quite hard to get.

It gave you an excellent atmosphere, and it was especially important for moments such as these.

Medea always seemed like she was sure of herself, and always had a kind word or gesture for you whenever you met her. A kiss on the cheek, a pat on the back, a cup of tea, a quick tumble together to relieve stress, a word of advice, or sometimes, simply a lap for you to rest your weary head on, as you both spoke to each other about your day and did little else of note.

So it was always hard to see her expressing distress. And on some level, it was reassuring that she trusted you enough to show vulnerability... 

"But still..." she closed her eyes. "Nero, Lily, Mana... those women love you," she spoke. "I've- I've seen what you did to Marie, to Tomoe... Marie is trying to pretend she's not excited, but whenever you come up in conversation, I can see her wiggling in her seat. Tomoe's much happier and less stressed, her husband comes up far less in conversation and she has even managed to perform her duties at the hotel without complaint..."

You remained silent, as Medea collected herself.

"That's why..." she sighed. "I feel like I'm not good enough. Like you're already so far past me... that I'm just a regular woman, in the face of a man who commands the adoration of dozens like me and more," she spoke, slumping a little. 

You couldn't prevent yourself from snorting, it bubbled up in a wave of amusement from you, at the sheer thought of such a ridiculous thing.

Her cheeks puffed up and her face turned from doubt to a pouting, petulant look. "Wha- I'm serious, don't laugh at me!"

You chuckled, nevertheless, and looked deep into her eyes. "Medea, every single moment I'm with you I'm worried that I'm nowhere near good enough," you spoke, giving her a smile. "I'm a regular guy," you said, "I'm just lucky that I happened to have heard about... about things I probably shouldn't have."

"It really was chance that brought us together..."

"You know how it is. Luck is opportunity meeting preparation, and I was quite prepared when the opportunity came," you said, smiling. "To be honest, I'm surprised you could stand a guy like me as long as you did."

Medea giggled. "At the start it was a little weird. You got way into it... I still dream of the first time we met you know!" she said.

"Nightmares, or wet dreams?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"A little bit of both," she winked, "my pride as a woman took a great hit then, to be manhandled so easily," she spoke almost wistfully. "But you were... different. There was something just... different about you. I don't know what I saw back then, I don't know if it's the same thing I'm seeing now," she said, "but whatever it might have been, I'm really happy that I saw it then, and that you took an interest in me."

"As am I," you admitted. "But this is a bit heavy, today's a day for celebration."

Medea nodded. "I'm sad we couldn't do this on the actual day... but we're both busy people, aren't we?"

You agreed. "It is how it is, unfortunately," you said, sighing. "But then, who would we be, if we weren't like this? I love you just the way you are, and I wouldn't have you any other way."

Medea giggled. "Same here," she said, then she grabbed her glass, gingerly, and raised it with a smile. "To us, and to another year, and many more to come..."

"I can toast to that," you agreed, and the glass clinked as yours met hers, before both of you drank. 

Dinner was over before either of you knew it, as your conversation faded into not much of anything. You took her hand in yours, and together, you headed into the Hotel room that you were sharing. Visiting Greece was new to you, and she seemed to not have been in the country in a very long time, speaking about how much it had all changed since the last time she'd been there.

During the night, the island you two were visiting was beyond beautiful, and Medea was very nostalgic as she spoke a little about her own home. Whatever had happened, it was clear she didn't really wish to dwell on how she had found herself leaving it, but either way, it was nice to just... chat with her as the two of you reached your room.

Finally there, Medea entered first, the keycard granting the both of you entrance swiftly. She was quick and didn't hesitate. Her beautiful lavender dress was discarded in but an instant, as she almost collapsed onto the extremely lavish and decadent, fluffy bed.

This hotel was meant for lovers, and you were about to make use of it. Medea laid on the silken sheets, clad only in her white underwear. It was a simple set, it wasn't some sort of over the top sexy lingerie... if anything, it was even sexier because of it. 

Because Medea wasn't desperate to entice you, she was wearing simple, plain white panties, and a cute bra with a ribbon in the same blue of her hair between the cups.

She was mind boggingly beautiful, and you could not be blamed for falling on your knees, to worship at her temple, one hand on each of her perfect, smooth thighs. She shivered under your touch as you spread her legs, and the scent of her arousal was thick in the air.

You reached forward and kissed her mound through her underwear, again and again, possessed of incessant desire and unstoppable lust.

She mewled and moaned, one of her hands on top of your head. "N-No, my love, I-"

You looked up, and met her eyes. "No... this time, let me have this. This time, let me give something back to you for all the happiness you've given me," you said, "and at the same time, allow me this selfish wish... to see you writhing and squirming in pleasure," you said, seriously, solemnly... almost managing to hide your own, overwhelming lust.

She said no more, giving you a terse, but firm, nod, and then she laid down, her hands relaxing, but not leaving your head, intertwining with your hair, gripping you but not in a painful way.

Your hands crept forward and up, and hooked around the waistband of her soaking wet white panties, slowly, teasingly, pulling them down, enjoying the image of her wet folds, engorged in her arousal, and the strings of her sticky fluids that clung to the crotch of her panties, each of them breaking as you finally removed the garment.

Revealing Medea in her full glory, her perfect, juicy pussy, ripe for the taking, crowned only by a small strip of hair that matched the flowing curtains. Perfectly trim, not a hair out of place. Just enough to excite, to show the charm of a grown up, adult woman, without getting in the way as you kissed her lower lips, only pecking them at first, but then proceeding to a heavy and furious makeout session.

With an open mouth and a savage tongue, you plundered her most intimate spot, hands firmly holding onto her by the hips, even as her legs seemed to work under their own initiative, wrapping around your head. The feel of her thighs around your head was a fantastic one, and knowing that she was losing her mind because of your tongue on her folds was even better.

Your fingers grasped onto her ass and thighs and hips, and moved over her smooth, soft skin, her sides, her tummy, playing with her belly button, and even touching her chest through her white bra.

"Ahnn, that's so intense, my love..! You're too good at this, I can't, ghah, I can't stand it..!"

You had a lot of practice, and you were putting it all to the test by touching each and every single one of her sensitive spots, tracing each of her weak spots, the spaces where her folds were just the tiniest bit shallower, where her pleasure was greatest, where she could do little but squirm and shake and moan and pant and beg for even more.

"More! Moreee!" she shouted, almost humping your face, her hips moving, bucking, against you, even though you held her in place.

It was obvious that her feelings were intense, but it was even more important that you don't let up. She was flooding your mouth, with her ever ramping arousal, her fluids coming faster and more plentifully the more you licked and sucked and swallowed and drank of her.

She tasted delicious, she tasted like... like her, she tasted in many ways similar to the teas she fed you so often, she tasted of warmth, of affection, of love and of sex, she tasted like you were eating a delicious dessert, a cup of hot chocolate in a winter night, she tasted of coming home after a long day's work...

And it felt like you were getting rained on, as she lost control, shaking uncontrollably as she sprayed out her feminine juices all over your face, short, but powerful, covering your face in sticky natural lubricant, so powerful had been her orgasm that it felt like she was squeezing your tongue.

But you didn't stop.

If anything, it only strengthened your determination and amplified your effort. You went even further, deeper, harder, quicker and stronger, targetting her weak spots even more furiously and focusing far more on trying to drive her crazy.

"Nghooo, nooo, waaait, noo, I'm too sensitive, noo, don't, don't, don't stop, don't stop pleaseee~!" she mewled, "aah, I love you, I love you, I love what you do to me~ I love iiiit, I love it, don't ever stop~! You're driving me insaaaneeee! It's- again, agaain, agaaaain, I'm cumming agaaain!!!"

And so she did, shaking like a beast, like one of those rides that tried to buck you off, except she was also holding onto you, her fingernails nearly digging into your skull as she pressed your head against her crotch, your deep tongue kiss tickling her sweetest, most sensitive spots.

And as she orgasmed, you decided to increase the intensity even further, one of your hands held her in place, while the other snuck under her, pressing against the fluffy sheets, and then reaching for her backdoor, a hole never meant for this use, using the relaxation of her orgasm and the fact that her mind was gone, wandering the Elysian fields, to catch her completely by surprise, a finger slipping past her tight anal sphincter and deep into her butthole.

"Ahhhn! Nooo! Nooo, I'll cum, agaaain! TOO SUDDENNGGHHAAH!" 

And she did, she came again, squirting another helping of juice. You retreated your mouth from her cunt, and moved to her clit directly, clamping your lips down on it and furiously sucking, at the same time as your other hand moved to her vagina, and two fingers slipped right in. 

"Naohhhg, nyoo, tooo, tooo mushh! Am- am brek'n, ma'i meend, ash, brekk'n!" Medea screamed, hair flying about as she curled up around your head and fingers and then, before she could even start dealing with that orgasm, you curled your fingers on both holes, and tickled her most sensitive spots from within, unexpectedly, at the same time as you sucked furiously on her clit.

Medea's mouth opened, but no sound came out, her entire body trembled, shaking furiously for a good minute. It looked for a moment as if she were getting tased, as if electricity ran through her body, and then she collapsed, like a puppet with its strings cut, jaw hanging open, eyes unfocused, pure bliss written all over her face.

She was gone.

That orgasm was so powerful it obliterated her. She was just out. She might be conscious, and she was clearly still feeling potent aftershocks, her body twitching, accompanied by mini orgasms, even more of her juices flowing out of her pussy.

You looked upon your work, and saw that it was good, and pulled your fingers out of her anus and pussy. It would take a bit of a while for her to come back to her senses, and by the time you did, she was seated on your lap, on the hot tub, relaxing after her heavy ordeal.

She simply relaxed, resting against your chest, as the two of you used one of the hotel's best features for its intended purpose, for all of ten minutes before you slipped yourself into her, and the two of you put the hot tub to a much better use...