Hotel Chaldea Ep. Raikou & Tiamat (Patreon)

"A man with a baby on each arm fears nothing more than synchronized pooping!"

How had you wound up in this situation, caught with a baby on each arm?

Well, Ritsuka had come in and asked you to babysit the babies, handed you two bundled up baby burritos and then disappeared. You protested, saying that it's not babysitting, but she only cackled and left, a spring to her step.

And that was two days ago. At this point, it was a matter of pride. These were your babies. Even if Ritsuka and Mashu were their primary caretakers, you still were their father. So you'd stubbornly decided to show them that you were just as well suited to caring for them as they were. Ritsuka and Mashu would still play with them and come for mealtimes, but you'd kept custody for the past two days.

"And that's why you've got those bags under your eyes?"

Raikou was very sympathetic. She had made a very compelling argument, at swordpoint, for the right to hold onto the babies, and right now, she was taking Ritsuka's daughter from your tired arm, resting the girl on her arm and chest, giving the baby a big smile. The girl was starting to grow in dark hair, and she had the most enchanting blue eyes you ever did see, always curiously roving around, looking at anything and everything she could fixate her gaze onto. "Aren't you a wonderful darling..." she muttered, "your daddy's been taking good care of you, hasn't he, Haku?"

"Ah - there you are!"

Someone rounded the corner around the hallway you'd just happened to bump into Raikou in. A slightly high pitched voice, someone you didn't recognize at first. Short in stature, but big in presence, especially with those large horns on top of her head, and the frankly irresponsibly immense amount of hair braided up into buns on top of her head. 

Her name came to you from Raikou's lips. "Ah, Tiamat?"

Raikou tensed only very slightly, the baby in her arms preventing her from any more reaction than that.

The horned little lady, Tiamat, wore a bright white dress that you thought probably shouldn't flare up like that, and carried with her a bag. "Ritsuka asked me to bring you this, this is today's lunch," she said, walking towards you. "Oh! Is that-" her eyes immediately locked onto your son with Mashu. "That's little Romani, isn't he?" she cooed. "May I hold him?"

You looked at her. You knew this was no child. You weren't familiar with this person, but the fact that she had pink eyes with x shaped pupils, horns and an imposing presence that almost made you want to tell her your homework was complete... well, you knew this wasn't someone to be trifled with. And obviously, Ritsuka trusted this person, otherwise there'd be no contract between them. "I... suppose it's alright," you said. "Here," you said, gesturing with the arm that was starting to get cramped, holding onto your son with Mashu.

Romani had only a few tufts of purple hair on top of his head, darker than Mashu's by a few shades, and his eyes were of a similar color as well. He was not as active as his sister, instead being a more placid and calm baby. This translated to him being about as annoyed as one could be at his sister's incessant crying through the night, though the babies did seem to calm down when they were together at least.

As the two women each took a baby upon their arms, you felt the fatigue catch up to you. It was late already, and you had been running about, trying to do your job while keeping up with the babies, and it was torture. Even with Medea, Mana and Koyanskaya all assisting, taking care of two babies and your job at the same time was very hard.

At least the lunchbox wasn't too bad. "May we go to a more calm place? Talking in a hallway seems..." you said, gesturing widely.

The two ladies smiled brightly, clearly forgetting about any sort of tension between them, both of them just over the moon, cooing at the babies they held in their arms, despite the difference in height and build, in this at least they were damn near identical, both totally and completely overpowered by the cuteness of your children.

They agreed eagerly, and together with them you went to one of the many rooms of Chaldea meant for conferences, meetings or other actions best left unsaid, where you could sit down at a table to eat the lunch Ritsuka had sent you, and Tiamat had prepared.

It wasn't anything too incredibly fancy, really, it actually somewhat reminded you of something that you would maybe have seen a japanese schoolboy eating during lunch break. A black box that opened up to reveal a portion of rice, sausages cut to look like octopi and some sort of vegetable slush that you couldn't quite identify, but was delicious anyway.

As you ate, you found peace for a good few seconds, while the two ladies you'd brought with you, both big and small, played with the children and kept them entertained. You eyed Raikou, who was currently fending off Haku's attempts at trying to tear through that purple bodysuit. You gulped at the reminder of that immense pair of breasts that was, even without help, threatening to burst right out of containment, stretching the fabric of Raikou's outfit. 

Still, Raikou masterfully kept Haku's attention and hands away from her breasts, using a single finger to softly parry the baby's wandering hands, the baby obviously taking it as a challenge. It was almost like watching a kitten playing with one of those feathery toys, pawing at it fruitlessly. 

"You'll be a mighty warrior one day with these reflexes," Raikou cooed, "yes you will!"

You smiled. Haku was probably quite bored since you hadn't really had time to entertain her all day, as she no doubt wanted. 

By contrast, her brother, your son, was... totally different. Always calm and placid, and rarely being fussy, it really wasn't too much of a surprise that Romani had easily settled on Tiamat's arms. Despite her small form and size, Tiamat was clearly no stranger to holding babies. She had a weirdly motherly aura and Romani had relaxed quite easily.

Hm, he was actually relaxed fully... Romani'd always had trouble settling on anyone's arms but yours, Mashu's or Ritsuka's, he was calm and placid but that didn't mean he was always comfortable, and yet it seemed like Tiamat just instinctively knew how to hold him exactly the right way, simply smiling down with a bright smile until the baby's eyes closed and he drifted off. 

Soon enough, Haku too succumbed to her tiredness. It was actually a bit strange because, you were starting to feel your eyelids were heavy too. Yawning, you almost tripped when you got up off the seat you'd taken for your lunch. "W-Woah there," you shook your head, "that's dangerous," you muttered. "Ah, I guess I should take them to their crib so they can nap."

"Mhm... they do need a nice long nap, and so do you, dear," Raikou said. 

Tiamat nodded. "That's right. Trust in the wisdom of a mother," she said, gesturing at the room's bed. Was that there before? This was a meeting room type, why was there a bed in this room? "Your babies would sleep better with their father than alone."

There was wisdom in what she said.

"I- suppose, but-"

"Your job can wait," Tiamat insisted. "Your health comes first!" she said. "I'm sure the others will understand if you need to take a little bit of a break."

You nodded. "I... yeah," you yawned, Koyanskaya had been nagging you to get more rest lately, and Mana had taken to leaving pillows and cushions in odd places. Medea had provided you with energizing teas but had also urged you to rely on the kiddies' mothers as well.

Huh.

Wait a minute... why were you listening so much to these two?

Raikou, Haku on one arm and your arm around the other, began to pull you towards the bed. "Come on now, be a dear and listen to us," she urged, sweetly, softly, but implacably taking you to the fluffy doom in the form of a bed. You were starting to grow weaker.

Tiamat began to push you from behind, and within moments, you were on the bed, and they were already undressing you, first your shoes, then your pants and shirt and undershirt, and finally, they took your phone and id card, placing all of them on the table beside the lunch box. 

The last thing they did was- wait was the bed a queen size before? You were sure it wasn't queen size just a moment ago - lie down beside you, each of them holding onto one of your sleeping babies.

They rested on either side of you and put your children down on each side of your body, each of them instinctively nuzzling onto their dad, clearly finding a comfortable spot to sleep in, Haku resting on your arm, Romani laying down with his head on your chest.

"You've been doing so well," Raikou cooed, "mom is proud of you," she said, patting your head gently, whispering more words of praise and encouragement.

Tiamat, meanwhile, began to massage your sore muscles. "It's alright now, we're here to help... let these old grannies see to the new generation, and serve as help... that's right... let mommy take care of everything," she cooed.

Your eyelids were feeling heavy, your babies' even breathing and their soft snores were lulling you, as well, to sleep, and the two women's encouragement finally got the better of you, as your eyes closed, and the last thing you saw was the two smug women, clearly looking satisfied and proud of themselves.

Oh, well.

It felt nice, either way, and you let sleep take you, resting for several hours with your babies, all three of you managing uninterrupted sleep.

By the time you woke up, it would be because Haku was chewing on your arm, an indication she was hungry, and Romani was poking your face in curiosity.

As you got up, you realized you were in a wholly different room, as if it had become a more rustic and traditional kitchen, and two women wearing nothing but underwear and an apron each, both with extremely prodigious, sexy bodies, were glaring at each other, both of them cooking up a storm, somehow making no noise. One of them was Raikou, even from behind you could see her breasts swinging to and fro, and the other was definitely... Tiamat. Grown up and adult, but Tiamat nonetheless.

Why, exactly, were they wearing nothing but an apron?

It was beyond you. But you settled your babies down, reached for the bottles in your supplies bags, and let your children get what they wanted. Fortunately, Ritsuka and Mashu were quite diligent about getting you freshly extracted milk, with magical aid to keep it fresh. 

It was a bit difficult to feed two babies at the same time, especially as you had to help them hold the bottle, neither could hold it on their own quite yet, but you managed it, and while doing that, you settled to watch the oddly silent show of two grown women trying to show off who was the better grandmother.

You blinked, your sight still swimming a bit. 

"Say- why is neither of you wearing pants?" you asked, and the sudden silence was interrupted, both ladies looking at you. 

Raikou for some reason had switched her bodysuit to a purple bikini, and Tiamat was wearing what could only be described as painted on lingerie under her apron.

"I- haah- can't-," Tiamat spoke haltingly, clearly putting in an effort, before she suddenly went 'poof', in a cloud of smoke, going back to the young form you were used to. She cleared her throat. "Ritsuka said... this would perk you up," she said. "I understand that my older form is considered ah, what was the term?"

"MILF!" Raikou supplied. "And as for me - when I saw her goal, I could not hold back, to uphold public morals, I undertook this form," she said. "And then we decided each of us would prove which was the better mother by cooking you dinner."

"Oh."

There was a moment's pause.

The babies were finished feeding, and they would soon go back to sleep.

"The children are here..." you said.

Raikou hummed. "It's only natural that you are worried about that, but-"

The door to the room opened. In walked Mashu and Ritsuka.

Ritsuka didn't even let you speak. "I'm sorry if I implied that you weren't a rightful caretaker for our children," she said, bowing almost in half. "I'm also sorry I didn't understand why you were upset until now. It's my bad, sorry!"

Mashu hummed, and bowed as well. "I apologize too, if I'd explained things to Ritsuka before," she said. 

"Please accept this apology we've prepared," Ritsuka said, "I asked Raikou and Tiamat to help, we'll take the babies," she said, "and take care of them while you, ah, take care of business."

You looked at them. "I- it feels bad to just... dump my babies on someone else so I can have sex, you know?" you said.

Ritsuka and Mashu looked at each other and giggled. "What do you think we've been doing these past two days? Playing Go?" Ritsuka asked.

"Please don't hold back," Mashu said. "It's normal."

"Please in the future if you wish to have sex with Ritsuka, Mashu, or both, don't hesitate to ask me-"

"No, ask me-"

"No, ask Europa," Ritsuka said, with an air of finality to her voice, "you two have a different goal today!" she said, pointing at them.

They both nodded.

After that, Mashu and Ritsuka took the babies from you, and took them back to their room, while you were left with Tiamat and Raikou.

"I- I'm not into, y'know," you said, gesturing at Tiamat.

"Certainly," she said, nodding. "Once I take that form, I have trouble holding onto my sanity. At this stage and without the babies here..."

Raikou nodded. "I'll defend your virtue with all my might. Let us tackle this Beast together," she said, "I will be your wings and your sword, and I will help you conquer this challenge!" 

"Somehow," you said, dryly, "you're making it sound like I'm going to be battling for my life here."

Tiamat's magenta eyes locked onto yours. "You will be," she said, without a hint of humor, as with a rainbow glow, she transformed.

An ominous feeling coursed through you.

The two of them towered over you, sitting on the bed, making you feel like a little boy before two oversexed milfs, as their faces became obscured, covered in lustful masks. For some reason, even though you were and had been an adult for years, you couldn't contain the words. "I need an adult," you said, a hint of terror and humor.

They spoke in unison.

"We're all adults!"

And then it was... lewd chaos.