Hotel Chaldea Christmas Special - Gift Exchange (Patreon)

"Oh, oh my, oh my goodness I can't even, really, for me?"

Her eyes were almost sparkling as she turned to face you.

"Yep, all yours," you said, giving her a bright smile, one of your arms extended, your hand pointed at the gift you had prepared, for there right on the marital bed was a blindfolded and tied up blonde, short of stature but not of presence, with her hair tied in a very tightly bound bun and braid, and an expression of serious concentration. She had cuffs on her biceps, wrists, thighs and ankles, and each of them had ring for attaching a chain to them.

Despite her precarious position, laid on bed and restrained as she was, the blonde didn't appear the least bit concerned.

Though they were physically identical, except for perhaps a very slightly more harsh neutral expression that might give a different impression, this wasn't the pure white and immaculate Saber Lily, no, this was, for lack of a better term, the original that most closely resembled the known mythology and history of the world.

It was King Arthur, Artoria Pendragon, as she lived and as she was when she died, the King of Knights, usually in blue, now as naked as the day she was born.

There were very slight, very minute differences, that you could only pick up due to the fact that you were intimately familiar with Lily's body and could thus pinpoint the differences between Lily and Artoria.

Medea offered you her hand, and you took it, she was shaking, giddy with excitement, and you guided her towards the bed, the robed witch pulling her hood back up, covering her face and her beautiful blue locks as she did. Something that was imprisoned deep within was awakening, something that was clearly not meant to be let out.

Something dangerous, something... sadistic.

A deep and primal hunger. "I've been reading and playing through tons of erotic games and visual novels to prepare for this," Medea said, licking her lips, as she gathered an immense amount of power in her hand, so much so that even you without any magical ability whatsoever could plainly see and feel it, and she raised it, purple and pink energy swirling on her hand as she put it in front of the tied up Saber.

She shook only ever so slightly. "What is this... this build up," she spoke. "Explain-"

"I'm going to enjoy this far more than anybody sane should... But first, I must set the scenario. Don't let go of my hand, darling..."

You squeezed it in affirmation and the magical power in her hand began to lose cohesion, before it suddenly expanded and consumed all your vision, and then suddenly, everything was pink... until it wasn't.

Something had changed... Artoria's cuffs were gone, and instead, she was now actually clothed, in a sheer, skimpy blue babydoll, that left almost the entirety of her torso exposed, blue thigh highs, and a matching silken thong. 

"What... what is this..?" she muttered in confusion, looking at herself. "I thought you would satisfy your urges..."

"Oh no no no," Medea said, raising her finger and wagging it in a chastising manner. "You are ready for that. You signed up for this knowing I'd be doing that. No, that simply will not do," she said. "No amount of sexual torture could ever break you, could it? Even if I spent hours or even days teasing you, my delicious King of Knights, you would never even waver..." she said, sighing almost despondently, "such a shame... or not!" she said, her face breaking into a smile. "Because I've rewritten your Saint Graph... no longer are you the King of Knights, no, from now and until the spell is undone, my dear Artoria, you are the King of Whores!" Medea said.

"W-What..?" Artoria blinked. "What have you done, witch?"

"As I said. I modified your Saint Graph. Oh, but worry not, I've not done anything unsavory to you, I've merely imposed a different Saint Graph upon yours and then modified yours based on that," the blue haired witch said. "You can feel it, can you not? The knowledge flowing through you, the skills, the abilities..."

The blonde blinked. "Oh. So that's how- I see... yes, I can feel it. What did you do this for?"

"Why, of course," Medea said, "so that you could properly perform your task, miss King of Whores," she said, brightly. "After all, what kind of useless wife would I be, if I allowed my husband's bedfellow to be a disappointment?" she asked.

You raised an eyebrow and looked at her, as Medea pointed at your crotch.

"Now come and do use the skills I just gifted you," Medea explained. 

Artoria huffed. "I might be available for hire, but I am no less-"

Medea raised her free hand and snapped her fingers, and then a cracking noise resounded across the room, and a yelp and gasp from Artoria as she hit the ground, the bed suddenly disappearing from under her, the blonde hitting the ground into a crouch rather than crumpling into a heap.

"Do you like my spell, husband? I've been working on a means of creating a bounded field in which we can indulge to our heart's content and then not have to deal with the cleanup afterwards!" Medea called, gesturing in a sweeping manner to the room that had changed from your bedroom at your Chaldean Apartment to what appeared to be a public restroom. 

"But... why the public bathroom?" you asked.

Medea's lips twisted into a slightly too wide smile, "why, if we are going to turn her into a lowly and base prostitute, I figure we should do it in an appropriate place," Medea spoke, a little grandly but mostly dripping with perverted lust from every word she said, she was even shaking a little in excitement. 

Artoria seemed a little miffed, but sighed. "I shall earn my keep then," she spoke. "Forgive my impertinence, sir," she spoke, turning to you, looking a little surprised as the words came out as naturally as breathing for her, a sensual and seductive tone that she hadn't had before, her serious attitude changing instantly as she began to talk to you, she shook her head and continued. "Please allow me-"

Medea pulled you back a little, and you realized that behind you was a toilet stall, though the toilet itself wasn't actually there, instead, it was a porcelain seat designed to look like one. Limitations of the magic you supposed as you sat on it, at least it was a lot more stable.

Artoria crawled towards you, clearly caring little about the pretend-dirt on the tiled floor, and then reached for your crotch, undoing your fly and opening up your pants, pulling out your still mostly flaccid cock. 

"I... was thinking you'd want her to do you first?" you asked Medea, as Artoria looked with her bright green eyes at your cock, looking a little surprised as she began to handle it, looking at her own hands as she effortlessly pulled you out of your underwear, even leaning forward to kiss and suckle softly while stroking with two of her fingers, the excitement coursing through you causing you to gasp.

Medea giggled. "Oh, love," she spoke, shaking her head. "Once upon a time, I simply wished to see her turned into an obedient pet," she spoke. "But that was before my priorities... changed. Before I found someone to share her with... and yet, one thing that hasn't changed," she said, raising a hand and twisting her finger, red lines drawing themselves in the air, targeting Artoria's wrists and wrapping around them, then pulling her arms up, as well as wrapping around her torso and crotch, pressing into her skin, drawing a moan out of her. 

"What- are these...!?" the blonde spoke, though with the high pitch of her surprise and the sensuous tone she was still doing almost inadvertently, it sounded more like an erotic purr. "Why... why are they so hot, it burns, but it feels good at the same time!?" she asked, more than a little shocked. "These threads, magic?!"

"Mhm... these are the Lewd Strings of Fate," Medea spoke, idly stroking Artoria's hair as the blonde stopped for a moment, readjusting to her current position, especially as the strings pulled her into a different one, until her hands were held up and behind her, and more strings wrapped around her chest and crotch, braiding into more familiar shibari ropes. "They are enchanted to increase your sexual sensitivity and stimulate your erogenous zones," she said, and you spied as the strings wrapped around Artoria's crotch began to move, the braid wasn't regular, instead, there were many 'links' that were thicker and rougher, between strings of thinner links in the rope chain. "Now please, continue, suck off my husband- I wish to see your beautiful body in action my dear."

Artoria made a face for a moment. "Right away, mistress," she said, her face twisting to one of annoyance after she said it but then she moved forward and opened her mouth, then took you into her mouth with such expertise that it completely blew all expectations out of the water.

Medea had not been kidding when she said she had turned Artoria into the King of Whores... this was perfection of cocksucking, born not of natural talent for it... no, there was a mastery of the mechanics of a blowjob, her every single solitary movement calculated and perfected, with no margin for error or interpretation, it was the most technically perfected blowjob you ever did get, with the exact perfect amount of her soft yet strong, slippery wet tongue teasing all of the weakspots along your cock and giving it a swirling cleaning that had you trembling on the porcelain throne, she was sucking, swallowing and slurping, not a single droplet of precum or saliva escaping her mouth as she drank you, and that was before she even started bobbing her head back and forth.

Medea brought a gloved hand up to her mouth and bit onto her finger. "That looks incredible," she moaned, "I'll have to thank Mata Hari for allowing me to copy her Saint Graph for those skills..." she added, "husband," she said, stepping in front of you, hiking up the back of her robes and showing you her ass. She was wearing a rather skimpy and erotic looking pair of panties, a thong even, and it was obvious she had always intended for them to be seen that night. "Watching you and her like that is turning me on..."

You nodded, and as she approached with her mostly exposed ass, you sat up a little, wincing as Artoria's blowjob increased even further in intensity, and took your wife's cheeks in hand, spreading them and revealing her deliciously pretty, perfectly and freshly shaven pussy, and of course, the edges of her butthole through the incredibly thin thong. A flash of light had her less favored weapon, the twisted dagger she called Rule Breaker, appear in her hand, and without a moment's hesitation she reached between her legs and used the tip of her weapon to slice the fabric of her black thong into nothing, and as she touched the tip to it, the thong began to dissipate into motes of light.

"I had this whole striptease prepared for you," Medea spoke, sounding amused, "but I can't hold back anymore," she said, "husband, please eat me!"

You nodded. "Of course..."

"Artoria, give my husband your slutty whore pussy now," Medea demanded.

"Yes, mistress, at once," Artoria responded, her tone even more seductive than before as she stood up and turned herself around, offering up her ass and then backing up into you, with perfect and unerring accuracy, allowing you to slip in between the magnificent cheeks of that majestic royal ass, the kind that even some of the most beautiful women in history would envy... You winced, her movements were so expert and so skilled, so intense and wonderful without being overwhelming, that you almost lost concentration for a moment.

But your wife's insistent pressing of her butt to your face brought you back to reality and so your tongue slipped out and you began to lap at her pussy like a drowning man drinking up her delicious juices like you were stealing the very gods' own ambrosia for yourself... In this situation, your mind was barely working, all you could think about was just making her feel good as Artoria made you feel good.

You heard the sounds of the blonde moaning and then you felt something change, the silky feeling of her fancy panties was removed, and you felt and heard Medea tremble. "Ahh, they smell so good..."

Whatever Medea was doing was making her even more excited, and with her like this, you could easily stick two fingers into her pussy, while moving on to start licking her asshole, her sensitive rosebud trembling as you first began to lap at her entrance, and then, her entire body shook as you stuck your tongue inside, just in time to feel Artoria's lower lips give a kiss to your glans, you could even imagine that juicy little peach of a pussy, reddened lips splitting, just like flower petals, just like Lily, as they engulfed and swallowed your cock, taking you into a tight, hot, narrow and wet paradise...

But there was one monstrous difference with Lily, an abyss of expertise between the Princess Knight and the King of Whores. Lily was passionate and talented, and there was a level of affection you shared with her that made the sex satisfying at a deep and enriching, emotional level.

But she could not undulate, twist and move her inner muscles in the way that the King of Whores could, in a way that was derailing your thought processes and making you incapable of keeping yourself even aware, let alone your mouth moving!

"Husband..! Don't stop!!" Medea called, her voice sounding muffled as if she was speaking through a mask, though all you could see was her butt and back, so you went back to servicing her to the best of your effort, two fingers pumping into her pussy. "Move, King of Whores! Show off your all new Lewd Instinct skills!"

"Yes, Mistress!!" Artoria's voice sounded quite passionate indeed as she began to move, her powerful body moving so fast that you had to fight tooth and nail to keep any shred of sanity and to keep yourself licking and fingering Medea, especially as Artoria's pussy was going wild on your cock.

"Ngnh, that's it, yes, yes, yes, here it comes, I can feel it..!! I'll make you feel it through the strings too, here's your reward, your payment, for such an earnest effort, here it comes!!"

Medea's strings wrapped around you as well, the fine red thread feeling almost like it was fusing with your body, and then you felt everything she was feeling, and she, what you were feeling, and both of you, what Artoria was feeling, and vice versa, the cascading feedback loop of three impending orgasms feeding into each other and building up was like an atom was split right then and there, the violent and sudden release of erotic energy coursing through all three of you in mindbreaking orgasmic waves that only seemed to get stronger as you erupted inside Artoria's tight hot pussy.

"Yess!! Yesss!! This is it, I can feel your resistance coming apart! Cum! Cum your brains out, King of Whores! Let go of that useless, worthless pride of yours and become the slutty young girl you were always meant to be! Cum! Cum! CUUUUUM!!!"

Medea's encouragement was like injections of arousal into Artoria, and Medea herself was gushing like a waterfall with every proclamation, and they kept cumming and cumming and cumming, and they made you cum over and over again, not even needing to move, just from the rapidly expanding chain reaction that was overwhelming your senses until everything was white, and then, darkness, until your eyes cracked open and you found yourself still seated on the porcelain throne, this time, with Medea sitting on your lap, your cock still hard as a rock, between her thighs.

You also felt and heard, but didn't quite see, what was happening in front of you, as Artoria was licking your balls. Medea rubbed her cunt lips along your cock, and then positioned herself to take you in. "Start licking my clit as soon as I go in," Medea instructed.

"Yes, mistress," Artoria responded.

For a moment, you expected to hear an undercurrent of annoyance there, but instead, all there was, was excitement...

Medea sank and took you into her, and then you felt the sensation of being captured in your wife's pussy at the same time as you felt Artoria drag her  tongue up the exposed part of your shaft as it went in, and then, latch onto Medea's clit, and you felt it as if it was in your own flesh, and you even felt the pleasure Medea felt as her pussy was getting split.

The overwhelming night would go on deep and deeper, as you performed the customary exchange of gifts, in this case, a night where the two of you played with a very, very special toy that you had gifted your wonderful wife.

You hugged her body to yours and pressed her back against your chest, then turned her head and kissed her deeply. Ritsuka, the unquestioned leader of Chaldea, was a Japanese woman, and in her country, Christmas was a time for lovers and couples, and thus, Chaldea functioned in much the same way.

Thus, you would spend the entire day fucking Medea, with the sexy little blonde toy the two of you were enjoying so much, especially as she turned her borrowed expertise to servicing the two of you at the same time, even as you rocked your hips to give even more pleasure to Medea. 

As the kiss broke, you realized Medea had Artoria's panties in her hand, and she looked quite embarrassed when she noticed you watching. You took her hand in yours as best as you could, and pushed it to her face. "Show me how much of a degenerate you can really be... let go of all control, and just... indulge," you said.

Medea nodded, and then she took a deep sniff, her face quickly appearing to melt, her pink cheeks almost glowing.

"Artoria, focus on my wife's clit now," you said. "Let's make her cum her brains out!"

"Acknowledged, Master," Artoria said.

"W-Wait, no, I- focus on him instead, this is-" Medea was a little panicky as you began to move a little more, but she was interrupted before she could finish the command as you stuck it in deeper, hitting her weakest spots, at the same time as Artoria latched her mouth onto Medea's clit and began to suck.

You weren't about to stop anytime soon, even as her thundering orgasm coursed through both yourself and Artoria... she had been your gift to Medea, and you'd be damned if you wouldn't put it to use to make her feel good.

Medea had tamed the prideful and strong King of Knights with her magics, giving her the skills and temperament of a master prostitute, and it was time for her to reap the benefits of that work, impromptu as it had been, and you couldn't wait to see her cum even more, maybe a dozen, a hundred, even a thousand times, christmas was coming, and so was Medea, over and over again!

Explaining the creation of yet another new Artoria variant to Ritsuka later would be a bit of an issue, but right then and there, you couldn't bring yourself to give a crap about anything of that, not when you had your excessively hot elf wife melting from your efforts!