Hotel Chaldea Ep. Kriemhild & Brynhildr

Two couples stood before you. Or rather, two women and their idiot husbands sat in front of you on two couches, in a room in the Hotel, a large one that sort of resembled a karaoke booth.

"Why am I here?" you asked, gesturing at yourself. "It feels like I'm stepping on a minefield here."

"Apologies. I require your assistance, I know I am unworthy of taking up your valuable-"

"He means to say that he is thankful that you agreed to help."

Siegfried. Tall, broad shouldered, long haired, well built, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, wearing glasses and looking more than a bit apologetic. He was quiet and stoic, and could appear even scary and hard to approach. Evidently, that was all image, because sitting beside him was his wife who was actually scary.

Kriemhild was a living embodiment of gothic lolita fashion normally. With skin so pale she was almost as white as an Alter, long silvery white hair similar to her husband's and a severe expression on her face, she would normally cut an extremely intimidating figure.

It was hard to take her all that seriously though, as she had discarded her dress for a lingerie set, a fancy one in black, decorated with black rose detailing, stockings and a garterbelt, semi-sheer panties and bra, and of course, a nice hat decorated with a black rose clip and a large black ribbon.

"Yes, what she said."

Your palm met your face, and then you turned to the other half.

"And as for me, I'm always happy when I get a chance to show off my wonderful wife!"

Even more of a contrast with his appearance, the smart and elegant Sigurd, also in a suit and glasses, though his was tailored to be ever so slightly too small so that he would stretch it and look a bit bigger, took his wife's hands in his.

"Ahhh, my love..!" his wife responded.

Brynhildr, much like Kriemhild, had traded her usual dress for lijngerie, though she wore a much more understated blue and black set, which went well with the gradient tone of her hair. Almost her entire body was bare, which, given she was a tall and rather beautiful woman, was certainly not a matter to complain about.

Normally she had this terrifying vibe to her, like she could snap at any moment, though you hardly felt the impact of it since it only really exploded outward when she saw Sigurd, who was seated beside him.

"I'm so sorry about your penis..."

Right. That.

Sighing, you sat back down on the bigger couch opposite the two couples' own couches. "Right, so the reason I'm here is..."

"Because we need your help, as we've had marital problems lately," Kriemhild said, plainly. Luckily, unlike the other three, she seemed to be capable of communication. And damn is that not an absolute disaster when the most capable member of your team in social situations is the literal Berserker of the quartet. She glared at Siegfried for a moment. "Tell him."

You frowned a little.

"Yes," Siegfried replied. "I believe I've not been able to pleasure my wife properly during sex," he said, simply, clearly and openly. "And I wanted your aid in learning how to do so."

"And you want... me, to be the one to teach you? I'm... pretty sure there are some in Chaldea who are far beyond my own abilities," you explained, thinking about one of the people who had helped you actually get good at it in the first place.

"We've looked at the available options and decided you were the best among them," Kriemhild spoke.

"And you two?" you asked, turning to Brynhildr and Sigurd.

Sigurd looked into his wife's eyes, rested his forehead against hers, and then turned back to you. "Fair is fair," he said, simply and openly. "We've hit a rough patch in our relationship," Sigurd admitted, "and your stable and functional relationship is a well known source of inspiration, so we wanted to rely on your expertise to-"

You raised your hand. "Right, that explains the request for the meeting, but why are you two in your underwear?"

Kriemhild stood up first. "Because this is conducive to sex," she said plainly. "And we are going to have sex."

It was neither a request nor a question, it was a statement of fact. As simple as that.

"Ah, yes, myself as well," Brynhildr added, standing up as well. "Although-" she pursed her lips.

"Please don't hold back, part of any relationship is overcoming any and all challenges, sometimes, it takes the form of my wife's love stabbing deeply into me," Sigurd said, adjusting his glasses.

Was he talking about getting pegged?

"And sometimes it takes the form of checking whether love can endure the ravages of-"

"He means they want to try cuckoldry," Kriemhild finally said. "You two really are almost disturbingly similar," she muttered.

Brynhildr smiled brightly. "My husband," she said, "your trust will not be misplaced," she spoke, taking his hands into hers and looking deep into his eyes.

You blinked and-

"Where'd that knife come from!? When did she stab him!?" you shouted.

"It's best not to ask," Siegfried said. "I've learned this. Oh, my apologies for speaking out of turn, I-"

"Stop apologizing," Kriemhild said.

You palmed your own face.

"You guys," you sighed, "okay, fine..."

The two couples actually had a thing in common. Overly doting husbands that couldn't really do what their wives wanted them to do. You could tell right from where you were standing, that the wives were the drivers of both relationships, while the husbands were passive receivers. Passionately in love, if the gazes they put on their wives were anything to go by, but, by the very nature of their personalities, they couldn't fully fulfill their lovers' desires.

And that was why they came to you.

Marriage counseling, they called it.

Despite appearances, it had been the husbands who had made the request for you, and who were pushing for this to happen. Kriemhild simply had a strong desire to see her husband's wishes fulfilled even if she didn't agree with them on principle, and Brynhildr didn't quite seem to understand but was still going along with it.

"Is this what people think when they look at me and Medea?" you muttered to yourself. "Alright, you two," you called to Sigurd and Siegfried, "sit down, and feel free to take care of yourselves," you said. "Otherwise, make sure that you learn from this experience."

"Then-" Siegfrie'ds eyes widened behind his glasses.

Sigurd's glasses flashed white, "you will?"

"I will," you agreed, then turned to the wives. First... Kriemhild.

"Then let's do this, I-"

"Siegfried, your wife wants you to stop being so indecisive and passive and fuck her, just like so," you called, as you grabbed Kriemhild, one hand around her waist, the other on her chin and cheek, and pulled her into a kiss, squeezing her pale white asscheek as you did, sticking your tongue in her mouth, and making out with her right in front of her husband, before letting go.

"You, you fiend, I-" Kriemhild tapped the tips of her fingers to her lips and wobbled a little as she stepped back.

"Sigurd, Brynhildr needs you to be more demanding of her, not just accept her love, take it directly instead!" you called out, stepping up onto Brynhildr and doing much the same, except with one hand on her chest. She was tall and well built, but you still captured her lip, sucking her tongue into your mouth and making out with her while fondling her tit.

"Ahhn, that was... intense!" Brynhildr moaned as she covered her mouth with both hands, the wing-like hair ornament she wore seemingly flashing a little.

Turning back to Kriemhild, you approached her. "Fool, you think-"

"I don't think, I act," you said, "and so should you," you spoke to Siegfried with a glance, before taking Kriemhild and pushing her down, turning her around so she fell on all fours, surprised and weak at the knees from the earlier makeout session. "Seriously, look at this woman, she wants you to take charge so badly she soaked through her panties!" you said, sticking a hand on the crotch of her panties, feeling the sodden fabric, then pulling it aside.

Pulling your dick out of your pants, you stroked yourself a little while fingering Kriemhild, you weren't quite hard, even though they were incredibly hot, but you were well on your way there, and hard as a rock moments after you began playing with Kriemhild's cunt, which was the only part of her body that had a healthy pink color.

"You, you insolent," she said, "loathsome bastard!" she said, shouting at Siegfried. "That's right! This is what you truly are, isn't it?!?" she said. "You watch your wife getting fucked right in front of you, and do nothing! You'll simply observe!" she growled.

Siegfried looked at her from above.

"Respond!" she shouted. "Even if you love me not one bit- You, you clueless moron, should at least get upset that something you own is taken from you!" she shouted.

You raised a hand, then brought it down with a powerful, thundering clap on her butt.

Maybe you were wrong? Was she really upset at that?

No, her cunt gushed and suddenly strangled your cock, looking at Siegfried while getting fucked was making her cum her brains out. And there was a sparkle behind the gaze of Siegfried. He just genuinely loved seeing his wife happy, coming her brains out. They were a really fucking weird couple.

Thrusting into her from behind was difficult, Kriemhild was tight, nearly virgin tight even, and it made trying to hold onto your endurance very difficult, especially as she continued to cum with every spank. She was losing it, and soon, so were you, pumping into her from behind.

For a moment you were going to pull out, not wanting to go that far, but as you tried, her cunt suddenly tightened up and surprisingly provoked you into orgasm, keeping you held inside her long enough for your balls to churn out a nice and thick helping of babymaking cream, pouring it directly into her cunt.

"G-ghu, you can- stand there- a-and watch, another man... ejaculate inside me..!" she growled at Siegfried, "fuck that feels so good, that's what you want isn't it, you want to see another man take me," she panted, glaring at her husband, "fuck- this is..! How are humans meant to endure this..!?" she growled. "Even evil dragons would fall," she moaned, her fingers grabbing the shag carpet.

She trembled, and then, fell, exhausted. Siegfried stepped up and crouched beside her. "Did you like that, wife?" he asked.

"... he was better than you..." she muttered.

Siegfried turned to you, and gave you a thumbs up.

That was weird, but-

"Alright, your turn now honey," Sigurd said, "go at'im!"

"Yes! Please watch me, my love!" Brynhildr said.

"Hold on wai-"

Brynhildr jumped on you and knocked you to the ground, driving the air out of your lungs. Her eyes flashed, her face was red. She was quickly letting the mask slip. Brynhildr wanted sex just as badly as Kriemhild did, but for all the similarities between the couples, there were critical differences.

Brynhildr reached down and pulled her panties out of the way, but with a bit too much strength, ripping the fancy lingerie off, before tossing it away to her husband. She then guided your cock into her pussy. Clearly, not her first time having to take the lead. In fact, you could tell there was a certain level of frustration with that.

Once you could control your breathing rhythm again, you looked into her eyes.

"Stop being lazy and join in," you shouted at Sigurd, "stop being a passive receiver, and give as good as you get!"

"Wha-"

With a mighty thrust of your hips, you buried yourself into Brynhildr before she had time to accustom herself to your length and girth, grabbing her hips and butt with your hands, and then fucking her from below, gritting your teeth. Brynhildr was a bit bigger and not as punishingly tight as Kriemhild, but no less pleasurable for it.

Her pussy quivered as she mewled and moaned, and you focused on making sure she couldn't speak.

She was almost certainly used to taking the dominant role but hadn't experimented with being on the receiving end much.

"Can you see it!? Can you see what your wife actually wants?!" you shouted at Sigurd.

"Look at me~!" Brynhildr shouted, "my love, my heart burns for you even as my loins lust for another~ Can you see it!?"

Kriemhild was a Berserker, certainly, but Brynhildr was actually fucking insane. Fucking her brains back in was a tall order, but you could still try, and so you pounded her form below, the clap of your skin on hers rising into a crescendo until you finally hit the limit, and thrust all the way to the back of her pussy, creaming her deep within.

She let out an ecstatic, lustful moan and seemed to melt.

"Did you like that dear?" Sigurd asked, catching Brynhildr as she grew weak.

By way of response, Brynhildr produced another knife out of nowhere and stabbed Sigurd in the stomach with it, though the blood soaked into his suit.

"Ahhn, your love is so intense," Sigurd said, "but I shall endure it all..!"

He... had not yet learned.

"You two need some serious, serious help," you muttered.

Brynhildr and Kriemhild turned to look at you.

Suddenly, you felt a lot more sympathetic towards them.

"Alright, let's try this again... this time, you two are going to try to use what I showed you to satisfy your wives..."

It would take... several more lessons before they were ready to start trying on their own.

The women might have been clinically insane to the point of it reflecting on their skills and the like, but the men might be even less reasonable than either of them...