Hotel Chaldea Ep. Nitocris & Scheherazade (Patreon)

In an antechamber, in one of the most thematically extravagant rooms of Chaldea's special 'hotel rooms' section, you found yourself listening to the words of a Pharaoh, and understanding now why Mana was all giggles when she told you about this.

"And you need me for this?" you asked, a little surprised. "I would imagine you'd have hordes of people lining up for something like this," you explained. "I mean- not to be crude, but I can think of many men who would give up their firstborn for a chance like this."

"Yes, I do," Nitocris responded.

Nitocris, a Pharaoh, was a very good looking woman, to say the least. Rich brown skin, cute face tattoos, enchanting amethyst eyes, and she even had an adorable pair of bunny ear-like appendages sitting on top of her head that gave her an air of innocent sexiness. Though she might not be the most gifted up top, she had a nice pair of breasts that sat perkily on her chest, and her ever exposed midriff showed the curve of her torso and the excellent health and physical shape she was in, leading into the flare of her wide hips and thick thighs, giving her a bottom heavy and pleasant figure overall.

In terms of chocolate, she was utterly delicious.

And wearing a white bra and panty set, designed to be tasteful, yet sexy, relatively on the simpler end, but undoubtedly lingerie meant to arouse... a strapless bra, a high riding bikini cut bottom, sheer but for the important parts... it was honestly a miracle that you hadn't jumped her yet. Especially because you knew she was the kind of girl who would protest and cry and shout as she had the time of her life engaging in some, as she called it, blasphemous activity.

And then you realized she was talking.

"Sorry I missed that, I was captivated by your sexiness," you said, cheekily.

"Why you little-" she stopped. "No, hold it, calm yourself down," she spoke to herself, and then to you, poking your chest. "I said that she's... a bit fragile, when it's not about her job, she gets shy and scared, you know what I'm saying?"

You recalled your memory. Scheherazade was a high earner. 

With skin quite a few shades darker than Nitocris, she had caught your eye more than once as you leafed through catalogues and personnel records. Especially because she was actually a source of information, and she was used to getting powerful men to spill everything they knew to her. Between her being an excellent talker and being extremely sexy, that wasn't surprising.

But... "She's shy?" you asked, confused. "But... She's done so much work!"

"I know... it's different, when she's in work mode, she's used to it, but it's stressful and- and I just want to help," Nitocris said. "That's why I need you, I need someone who's really, really good at this," she spoke, "but who isn't a rampaging sexual deviant, lascivious freak, perverted sadist, deranged nymphomaniac, obsessive fetishist or all of those in varying combinations," she added. "It's... almost disturbing how this disqualifies almost every single person I know who's good at sex," Nitocris explained.

"But not me?" you asked.

"Right, your head still functions," Nitocris said, "even when the lower one's at work," she said, closing her eyes, cheeks dusting a little, as she realized what she was talking about. "So please- have a threesome with me and her so that she can enjoy herself having sex instead of being sexually frustrated all the time!"

"Yeah okay," you said, simply and openly. "I'll help."

"Please you- oh excellent!" Nitocris said. "Then allow me to guide you, as the embodied God that I am, and-"

You smiled, opened the door that lead into the proper bedchambers, and pushed Nitocris in, slinging a hand around her shoulder as you did so. "Just leave it to me," you said, using your thumb to point at yourself, portraying the image of confidence itself, and giving her a cheeky smirk, before turning to the bed.

As you did, however, you heard a cry of surprise. The bed was a massive, golden, ornamented monument to excess and exhuberance, sitting on a three step pyramid of sandstone bricks, with luscious red silk sheeths embroidered with gold thread, and on top of it was the woman known as Scheherazade, the storyteller with the unbelievably, excessively voluptuous body shape that just made your jaw drop as you laid sight on it.

You'd heard her be described as "dummy thicc" once or twice, but damn did that not do justice to the extremely overwhelming level of sheer thickness that was put on display, on the bed that served now as an altar to her overwhelming femininity. She was dressed in an exact copy of Nitocris' lingerie, but where it was tasteful on Nitocris' body, on Scheherazade, it looked positively scandalous, struggling to contain her enormous, heaving and mountainous breasts, and being almost entirely consumed by her extraordinarily immense asscheeks. Your eyes trailed the dark, almost black skin of her legs. Despite their thickness and size, they were so very perfectly shaped that you thought it was unfair.

She was unwordly, in a way that was so very different from many other girls at Chaldea. Your eyes trailed to her face, her thick, full lips, pouty by nature, were pulled into a frown. She also had, between her hands, a scroll that she had been writing something on, which she fumbled and tried to grab.

"Oh- this is-"

"I'll get it!" Nitocris shouted, as she reached for it, using her magic at the same time, a glow launching from her outstretched hand.

"No wait!" Scheherazade shouted, but it was too late.

Whatever it was that Nitocris used to try to grab the scroll seemed to activate it instead, and suddenly, the world warped, melting your brain for a moment with a horrifying headache, that passed as soon as it came. Your eyes opened, and then your eyes opened. Your hands reached for your hands, and you touched yourself. It was a strange moment of recognition, maybe this is what it felt like to see a mirror for the first time.

With the caveat that you were touching your right hand with your other right hand, rather than the mirror's left hand. "Huh-" your voice came from both mouths at once. Creepy. "I'm not just imagining this am I?" the two of you asked.

"Oh- oh my, please- please forgive me, I don't want to die..!" Scheherazade asked.

You raised your second right hand, and nodded at yourself, making sure you knew which body was which, you opened your first mouth, then the second, then the double grinned. "Alright, I think I'm getting the handle of this. This is temporary right?"

"I- yes?" Scheherazade spoke doubtfully. "The second you should disappear as soon as I invoke my Noble Phantasm, please let me-"

"No, not at all, this is convenient," you said, nodding at her, and then at Nitocris with your second head. "Alright me, let's get this show on the road."

"You said it, me!" 

"Oh this is going to get old fast," Nitocris spoke fearfully.

You grinned and swept her off her feet with one body, while the other approached the bed, and soon, both of your bodies and Nitocris had joined Scheherazade on top of the bed.

"I- I'm not entirely sure if I'm up for this," Scheherazade said. "This seems scary."

"It's okay, I'll treat you really gently," you said, as you laid Nitocris down beside her. The two of you then got into position, between both women's legs. 

You moved in perfect synchronicity, one mind controlling two bodies. Your hands felt the silky smooth skin of the Pharaoh, sliding down and applying only enough pressure to feel the muscles under the skin of her calves as you moved up towards her thighs, massaging her as you went. The silken touch of an aristocrat's skin was amazing.

Meanwhile, you also felt the slightly rougher skin of a common woman, and more importantly, sank your fingers into the thick and meaty flesh of her legs. Every part of her was excessively sexy, and her legs were no different, you could sink your fingers into her and find even more to grip, and her thighs offered infinite possibility to play with her body, all on their own merit.

Your mouths lowered as one, to begin laying kisses down the insides of their thighs, and your eyes spied that the two brown women were already comfortable next to each other. You saw their hands come together, fingers intertwined, Nitocris providing emotional and sensual support to her friend as she engaged in sex for fun, for the first time in a long time. Nitocris looked determined and excited, expectant, while Scheherazade looked slightly worried and scared, almost as if she was afraid of what you may do.

You would convince her you were way better than too good to be true, however! Your hands sank in the flesh of her thighs as you spread them apart slightly more, giving you access to her crotch, covered in that lovely white pair of panties, sexy lingerie meant to arouse your passions...

And then you kissed the front of it, gently, softly, pressing your lips against it, at first only laying there. Your other body did much the same, but for NItocris instead. Both women let out a simultaneous moan, Nitocris' slightly exaggerated as far as you could tell, but Scheherazade's very real. 

She was weak, not expecting this sort of soft treatment. And so you continued laying kisses on their crotches, over their panties, on their thighs, making loud smacking noises as you did, messy, sloppy and wet, it didn't take long to notice that Scheherazade had a much thicker mound, especially as she began to get flush in her excitement and wet in her arousal, giving her cameltoe an extremely prominent appearance.

Nitocris wasn't far behind, either, as her own mound was starting to become more prominent as well. Soon enough, you decided this was enough, and hooking your fingers on their panties, you moved them, to the left for Scheherazade, to the right for Nitocris, and began eating their cunts directly. The two contrasting tastes were quite interesting, to say the least. Both had a somewhat similar first impression, but the moment your tongue made contact with their juicy cunts, you knew that they were extremely different. Though their scent was similarly potent, Nitocris had a very... lightly taste, whereas Scheherazade was almost sweet. No, she was definitely sweet... it actually reminded you more of Medb, or more importantly, it reminded you of the mead that Medb would sometimes share with you.

With these two tastes filling your mouths, simultaneously feeding the information to the same mind, you dove down into the sea of desire and began devouring them in earnest, sloppily making out with their wet, messy cunts. The two huddled closer together, and then could no longer hold back, moaning and mewling their pleasure.

Such a precious friendship was actually turning you on even more, as the two began to touch each other as well, their hands never leaving each other's, even as Nitocris used her free hand to play with Scheherazade's massive, gigantic, bra-covered tits, while Scheherazade used her free hand to rub circles over Nitocris' stomach, going as far low as the top of her crotch, and then began playing with her clit, slipping under the waistband of her white, bikini cut panties.

Both of them were overflowing with juice, and it was obvious they were more than ready, but you still went on, hard, until they finally screamed, going off simultaneously like the precious, adoring friends they were, Nitocris spraying your face as she squirted in orgasm, Scheherazade not quite squirting, but still demonstrating an impressive fluid output as you licked up everything she had to offer, your lips sealing around her cunt and sucking hard, one hand flicking her bean, while your other mouth grabbed onto Nitocris' clit now that it had been abandoned, one of your hands shoving two fingers into her cunt while you sucked on her clit, abandoned by Scheherazade in her orgasm.

Finally, the women came down from their incredibly intense synchronized orgasm, and clung to each other, panting for breath.

"I thought- I was going- to die..!" Scheherazade spoke, trembling a little. "A-And I didn't... for a moment... didn't mind it at all..!"

Nitocris giggled drunkenly. "It wash' amashin'~!" she spoke, shaking her head. "Y-You're way, way better than, last time..." she said, frowning a little. "I- er-"

You got on your knees, and both of your selves revealed your steel hard cocks. You had been wearing a matching set of white briefs before, but now, neither of you was wearing anything at all. 

You didn't give them time. Each of you grabbed to the woman in front of you, spreading her legs, and placing your cock at her entrance. Your eyes focused on theirs, and it was really weird to be looking two women in the eye at the same time, but having two brains was making it a little bit easier.

Nitocris opened her mouth to speak. "This- this is blasphemy, you musn't-"

And that was the cue. You shoved your cock down three quarters of the way, Nitocris' mouth opening in a silent scream.

Meanwhile, you came down to kiss Scheherazade, who didn't seem to mind tasting her cunt on your lips at all, by the way she was licking her lips, and then you slowly pushed your cock into her. She was so slick and aroused that it went in easy, not facing any resistance at all.

As you roughly and violently pounded Nitocris into the mattress, you slowly and sweetly made love to Scheherazade. Nitocris' cunt tried to strangle your cock, desperately clinging to your shaft and glans to not let you get away from her hungry innards, whereas Scheherazade lovingly hugged you, with both her arms and her internal walls, as you slowly, rhythmically, sawed in and out of her. 

The pace was steady on both fronts, though steadily fast and steadily slow, and though the pleasure was doubled, and your mind was eroding, corroding from the strain, your bodies could bear it separately, allowing you to carry on fucking them even as your mind ceased working, coming down to make out with Nitocris, at the same time as you grabbed onto the black moutains Scheherazade called her bosom and popped them out of their containment, immediately latching onto her nipple, sucking on it softly, lovingly, at the same time as you ripped Nitocris' bra off of her body, roughly playing with her tits for a few moments before sucking roughly on her breast, flicking her nipple with your tongue.

The pleasure was so potent and extreme that neither body could hold back, both of them reaching their limit at about the same time, the feedback loop of pleasure eventually getting you, and then at the same time, both of the women under you did the same, still clinging to each other, their lips meeting in a kiss as your mouths enjoyed their tits, and then all three of you orgasmed at once, both women feeling a creampie from the same man at the same time.

You came so much in them, that you came enough for four people even, filling them up and then some, though where Nitocris' cunt overflowed with your semen, not a single drop spilled from Scheherazade, who jealously devoured it all.

Panting, your bodies agreed more than your mind did, it was time to pull back a little and get a breath. 

That said... 

You swallowed with both throats.

"R-Right, who wants to try DP first?" you asked.

There was a moment's pause, and Scheherazade looked horrifed at her own hand, as if it was a traitor.

Well then.

You grinned at her, twice over. You couldn't wait to indulge her!

Luckily, as Scheherazade said, it was easy to undo the clone, and return you to a single body experience.

That said...

"Alright," Medea said, "I know what I'm working on next," she said, nodding firmly and fiercely when you told her about the events, it would take her three days to crack the secret...