Hotel Chaldea Ep. Anastasia (Patreon)

"Really? It's popular?"

Surprise tinted your tone. It was hard to imagine that, of all things, the Gloryhole box had become popular among a certain subset of servants.

"Think about it - a lot of our clients? Not exactly the picture of good looks," argued Ritsuka. "While some," she continued, gesturing at Koyanskaya, "like her and Kama don't exactly mind an ugly client, and some of my girls seem to prefer them ugly, I still don't understand Circe's taste in men by the way, the grand majority of girls... well, let's just say that just being with an average looking man is a blessing compared to some of what they're used to dealing with," she explained, gesturing to the file lit up on the screen of the pad used to select a girl and a course.

"But what about the clients?" you asked, pressing the matter.

"Well for a lot of them it's by itself a turn on," she said. "The mystery and all," she said, waving her hand. "They use their imagination and stuff," she explained. "It's also not as expensive as renting a room and a servant for the whole night. We offer the service at many branches around the world even."

You sighed, scratching your cheek. "I still don't think I quite get it."

"Why not give it a try then?" Ritsuka asked. "Normally I'd show you myself, but I'll be busy the rest of the week... I'll have someone take care of you, don't worry."

You rolled your eyes. "I mean if it comes highly recommended I'll at least give it a shot," you said. "I think I know where this room is, too..."

"Great, excellent even," Ritsuka said. "Just make sure not to get lost, I'll send an email to the manager of the service to let everybody know your fees are waived," she said. "If anything happens don't hesitate to call, I'll be busy but I'll be leaving Artoria Caster as a proxy for myself."

"Not Mashu?" you asked.

Ritsuka smiled. "We'll both be deploying this time," she said.

"Alright, I suppose I'll see you when you're done then," you said.

"You're acting cool, but I know you need it badly. With all the work and stress and the lack of relief..." Ritsuka said, smiling knowingly. "Just go and have fun."

"Yeah, I will," you agreed, and finally left Ritsuka's office, waving at her over your shoulder. As you said, finding the room was relatively easy, Chaldea's facilities were huge and in some places didn't quite follow logic, but at least the parts that were open to its very elite clientele tended to be easily navigated.

Soon enough, you found yourself face to face with, of all people, Shutendouji, who leaned on a mahogany counter. The sheer contrast between the sleek white steel and plastic environment of Chaldea, sterile and bland, and the cozy little old school bar was quite stark, Shutendouji even had a variety of spirits, wine and beer bottles set up on the wall behind her. To the far right and left, there were doors, and she leaned forward smiling, putting her face on her hands to support it. "Ah, if it ain't my darling master's lover," she hummed. "Ah've received word - we're tah give you the VIP treatment," she drawled, pulling a sake saucer from under the counter and placing it on the countertop, grabbing a bottle from the shelves behind her and pouring you a saucerful of it.

It was a clear liquid that slightly sparkled as the light hit it. You eyed it warily.

"Fear not," Shutendouji said. "'Tis but a mere stimulant," she said. "Perhaps not the sort that your witch wife could concoct," she said, "but ah'm quite fond of this," she mused.

"I've got half a mind to reject it, purely because I fear you'll get me so drunk it won't get up," you joked.

She giggled. "Never have I ever," she swore solemnly, "nay, my spirits instead bring your fervor up!" she encouraged, shaking the saucer enticingly.

"Alright, I'll trust you'd never lie about booze," you said, knowing that in the worst case scenario, it'd just be strong alcohol.

It wasn't just strong alcohol. As it poured down your throat it became liquid fire that spread all over your body, racing all across it, almost like it was running like an electrical current through your nervous system, rather than a fluid, and then it all concentrated on your cock.

"Mhm... Ahem, do hurry on to room Five," she said, gesturing to her left. "It's prepared for you."

You grunted, nodding and lumbering, your erection making walking a little more difficult, especially as your pants became way too tight. Your body heat was rising by the second, the effects of the spirits you drank increasing your blood circulation and sharpening your senses, your nose becoming more sensitive by the moment, picking up myriads of scents all mixed together in the hallway behind the door. You quickly got to the room marked with a V for five, and then went in, thankful that there was no further scent of men inside this place.

Instead, the scent was... very female.

The room was small but cozy, with simple walls, metal bars to hold onto, and equipment to clean up after yourself as well as a screen right above the wall opposite the door, which was the one that had the hole. The screen flashed to life and welcomed you.

An image of a girl with multicolored hair appeared on the screen, you remembered her vaguely from having met her during the summer celebrations last year, and she launched into an explanation of what to do, though most of it wasn't truly that relevant to you. You knew Servants couldn't get diseases, and that the place was magically cleaned between uses, so mostly, you concentrated on the gestures you needed to use.

First, you stuck two fingers past the hole, almost as if you were doing fingerguns. This was to indicate you were male, and that you intended to be the one being serviced.

The person on the other side responded, a pair of slim, soft and lovely fingers rubbing along the length of yours. Not moments later, the woman on the other end grabbed your fingers with her, making a circle around them and running them back and forth, which signalled her acceptance -not that it mattered here, as the Servants would almost always accept.

You then undid your pants and let them drop, your cock, relieved from the pressure of containment, almost sprung out as you did so. You winced as you grabbed it. Not only was it super hard, it was sensitive too, already turning slightly red. You needed this badly. Everyone was busy, lately, and you hadn't gotten time to take care of this. You then put your cock through the hole, which was thankfully wide enough to do so without issues.

You heard a light gasp, muffled through the sound obscuring wall, and then you felt a small and delicate hand grab your cock. If you'd ever thought about the term "dainty princess hands", then this would be it. You remembered an old tale about a princess having skin sensitive enough to feel a pea through a mattress, and you could imagine that the skin of these hands was what they meant by that.

It felt almost immoral to be touched by those hands, and you couldn't help but imagine what the person looked like. Her delicate hands caressed your cock with surprising amounts of affection, or maybe curiosity, as she touched it all over, fingers tracing your veins, you could even feel her fingernails ghosting along the sensitive skin of your shaft, and then you felt the tips of her fingers putting pressure along it, her thumbs on your prickhead, it was almost like she had identified every sensitive spot and was now touching them directly.

You sighed in contentment as the pleasure came rolling, the blazing heat in your crotch only abated for an instant before coming back with a vengeance, and you could feel the liquid spurting out, so sensitive was your dick that your precum felt almost like it was a full ejaculation.

She wasn't done with just that, however, and began to move more swiftly, changing her grip so that she was holding your shaft closer to the wall, as close as she could get in fact, both hands making an effort to keep you stimulated... only for something amazing to replace the fingers that had been teasing the tip of your dick, first you felt her hot, humid breath, then you felt her tongue, swirling on your most sensitive part, and then finally, you felt her wet, hot mouth, closing around it, her lips pressing against the flare of your cockhead for only a moment before she cleared it and began to take you down into her mouth.

She took you down until about halfway, and you could feel the pressure of being in a mouth too small to fit you in, a mouth inexperienced in doing this sort of service. She wasn't great at it. In fact, she could even be said to leave much to be desired, especially compared to some of the better blowjobbers you'd experienced.

But she was trying, oh was she trying, and her enthusiasm and dedication was enough to make up for her lack of ability. She seemed to know her limits, but was pushing against them to pleasure you, because she tried to take you in deeper, only for her throat and mouth to spasm and her to pull back quickly, muffled coughing coming from the other side of the wall, her hands once again in movement, stroking your now spit slick cock.

The feeling of those dainty princess hands running along your cock was incredible, and she had decided that if she couldn't throat you, at least she'd take care of the tip of your cock with her mouth, licking and slurping and sucking and kissing and doing everything in her power to give you the most oral pleasure it seemed she could give, dedication, enthusiasm and determination making up for many a flaw. She had little idea of a good rhythm, and couldn't find your sensitive spots with her tongue as well as she could with her fingers... maybe she usually only ever gave handjobs?

Either way it didn't matter, her handjob was amazing by itself, and the added oral pleasure was almost enough to tip you over, but a few minutes went by and it didn't seem like she would make you cum just yet-

And then it happened.

Her mouth was off your prickhead and you heard a faint "fooo" sound, a hint of her voice, and a chill wind that seemed to set your nerves on fire, contrasting the heat of her hands and of her lips with the cold air she'd just poured on your hypersensitive dick, teased to the boiling point.

With a groan and grabbing onto the handholds for support, you didn't resist, simply allowing yourself to cum, leaving only your own imagination to tell you where that cum may land. Perhaps on a beautiful princess' face? Maybe all over her hands? Had you stained a beautiful dress? Or maybe she'd taken it off, and she wore only fancy lingerie fit for nobility? Was she wearing pure white, or did she spice it up with color? So many things to think about, so many places your mind went, as your dick discharged.

Your orgasm was strong, and the idea that you didn't know where your semen was going was enticing, and even though it somehow failed to truly satisfy you...

Maybe there was something to this Gloryhole thing after all?

You pulled your dick back out, panting a little. That orgasm was intense, the build up had actually made it stronger, though you were still hard as a rock, and you suspected, Shutendouji's spirits weren't the only reason why.

There was a thump from the other side of the wall, and the girl beyond it stuck a pale, well manicured hand with teal painted nails through, making a circle. A female presenting hand, requesting to be the receiver, per the instructions given.

The screen flashed to life ."With consent from the girl on the other side, it is possible for this screen to display the camera feed within the room. Would you like to  access the camera?" the multicolor haired girl on the screen asked, sticking her tongue out and throwing out a double peace sign.

You tapped the no button, and then you saw the screen turn from that image back to a random porn feed, instead, you imagined for yourself what she may look like... her hands were pale, fingers slim, you could catch a glimpse of silvery hair when she stuck her hand through the hole...

She looked about as pure as virgin snow, with hair like silver, skin as pale as a snow hare's fur, you even imagined one of those capes that royals would wear, an ermine mantle even, and a white and teal lingerie set, bikini cut panties and bra... her entire front was stained with semen. Had you really cum that much? You still felt full, you hadn't had the relief of a good orgasm at all, and yet in your mind's eye, on the other side, it looked like you had bathed her in seme.

You imagined the view on the other side, as she hugged herself, wiggling in place a bit, cheeks red, then looked at the hole, her face twisting into impatience, waiting for you to stick your cock through.

You resisted the urge to snort in amusement and instead just exhaled out of your nose, then stuck your dick back in, your balls twitching at the expression of surprise and joy in her face.

You imagined her inexpert motions as she turned around and pulled at the strings holding her panties together, pulling the knots undone and letting her wet panties drop to the ground... 

Rather than stick you inside, however, she put you between her thighs, and then began rubbing her pussy along the length of your shaft, and you felt the fact that she still had her panties on, as the smooth yet wet fabric felt amazing along your shaft. She continued humping it for a good minute, getting it heavily wet with her juices, and at some point, you even slipped inside her panties, rubbing against her cunt lips directly.

It was maddening - but it didn't last too long, as once she had you wet and ready, she adjusted her stance, got on what you suspected was all fours, and then backed her pussy into your cock, with surprising accuracy and agility.

She was... not hot. She was cold even. It was an incredible sensation, not in the least like anything you'd ever experienced before. It didn't hurt - no, it increased the sensations even, the sheer contrast between your hot body temperature and her cold body was maddening!

She began to move then, her shapely butt cheeks squishing a little as she made impact with the wall, caring little about that, as she simply enjoyed herself by thrusting against your cock, moaning, panting and mewling without a care in the world. As you grabbed onto the handholds and tried to maintain your position, even as her tight, cold pussy was threatening to send you packing just from the sheer novelty of the experience alone, you wondered what the hell had changed, it felt-

She redoubled her efforts and your sensitive cock couldn't withstand them, and you groaned and came once more, filling up her wet cunt with thick, steaming hot semen, though she didn't stop, she kept going, semen splashing all over as she continued using you.

When had things changed, you asked yourself as you were used by the girl on the other side of the gloryhole.

How come you wound up becoming the staff, and her the client?

Oh, what the hell, why would it even matter? You were getting to enjoy incredible sex with an incredibly hot woman, even if she couldn't see you, she had become enchanted with your cock, and what else could you even ask for really?

You'd just enjoy yourself, leaving your cock to her, and simply casting your mind adrift in the sea of pleasure.

As you came out of the facility, though, you happened to exit at the same time as a woman with silvery white hair, covered in a thick, teal coat, decorated with white fur. As you almost bumped into her, she opened her mouth and began to speak, "Excuse m-" and was interrupted by a burp, which caused her cute face to tint pink, and her to raise a well manicured hand to her face, teal painted nails catching your attention. "Oh I-"

She tried to take a step back, but tripped, falling on her butt, her thick coat opening up as she fell and showing a remarkably sexy body, with prominent, full breasts barely contained in a white and teal bikini, and a nice hourglass figure with wide hips, revealed by the stained bikini bottom that she wore, matching her top.

She blushed bright red and tried to cover herself up.

Shutendouji's laughter reached the both of you, and then something hit you on the chest. It was a set of keys with a number tag attached to them.

"Clean up after you're done with the princess eh?" Shutendouji said with a blink.

You looked at Shutendouji, then at the girl.

"... my name's Anastasia," she offered.

You helped her up, and with her hand in yours, walked her to the room that Shutendouji had lent you... you wouldn't be getting out of the facility for a while yet it seemed!