Hotel Chaldea Ep. Anastasia 2

Seasons don't exist in Chaldea.

Or rather, Seasons are whatever you want them to be due to the extremely thoroughly controlled climate, which could be individually set to the preferences you had, without having any greater impact one way or another. While it was mostly used to keep the arctic livable through the year, some preferred a colder climate, some preferred warmer, and well, some wanted an excuse to wear a bikini year round.

"I've managed to interface with the climate control system perfectly," the gynoid that had taken over a lot of tasks at the debt collection department, much to the consternation of your secretaries, spoke. "I can confirm and pinpoint the source of the anomaly. It's room 201-A."

Alright, that was that.

"Thank you for that, and I'm sorry I had to make you do this on your day off," you said.

The blindfolded gynoid shook her head, and offered you a neutral expression. "It's nothing," she said. "Besides," she said, looking down at herself. She had come from one of the places in Chaldea where it was more summery, and was wearing only the white and black leotard portion of her usual gothic lolita black dress, "I needed to test something."

"Test what?" you asked, idly.

"Nothing, don't think too much about it. Back to the drawing board I suppose..." she hummed. "Feel free to call me if you need anything," she said. "Or to drop by. We'll split a watermelon."

"Tempting, but I've got some stuff to handle. You have fun though," you said, waving her off, "oh and also take pictures for me."

"Understood," she said, saluting before leaving, making a point to sashay her hips to show you how wide and thick her behind was, and how lovely it was shaped, as well as trying to tempt you to take her right then and there.

"Lewd minx," you muttered, knowing she wanted you to fuck her right in the hallway. Somehow, 2B, Koyanskaya and Mana had gotten it in their heads that they should compete for your attention.

Whatever.

You began moving again, leaving your office and moving towards the room indicated by 2B, which was only a couple floors down and a few minutes of white hallways away.

Eventually, you found the right room, and after putting your hand on the door to it, it took a few moments for it to analyze you and grant you access, playing that familiar chime as the door whoosed open, only for a blast of cold air to almost knock you off your feet. Even if you had remembered to expect it since you knew this room was kept cold, it still was quite the hit.

The entire room was larger than anyone would've expected from the regular size of the rooms at Chaldea, and it was a weird combination of a wintry wonderland and a bedroom straight out of the dream of a little girl who wished to be a princess, with all the fine furniture, the massive canopy bed and vanity, as well as a huge walk-in dresser that was open.

Except instead of many puffy dresses, when you peeked into that room, you found a young woman in a very stylized blue and white bikini with golden accessories, surrounded on both sides not by clothes fit for a princess, but instead, by dozens of buckets of ice cream in many different colors.

She was the silverfrost beauty known as Anastasia, easily confused with a snow fairy with her lovely silvery white hair, pale skin like virgin snow and a body worth braving the Russian Winter for, a body that was mostly exposed due to her choice of wear being a rather lovely and cute bikini. You knew her, only in passing, and hadn't spoken much with her. She rarely had business with your department after all.

"Hello there," you called. "I believe you put in a request for... male assistance? I'm the only one available, right now," you spoke, gesturing with your hand towards yourself, "who is registered for these sorts of calls."

Mostly because everyone else was a whole lot more sane and most men in Chaldea refused to put their dicks in crazy. They didn't know Crazy was definitely worth it, sometimes.

"Yes, I did," the would be Tsarina said, turning around, and revealing that she was holding a crystal cup with several scoops of ice cream on it. Three, to be specific. One white with a light yellowish tone as well as flecks of vanilla, one a bright pink with small bits of strawberries on it, and the last one, a dark brown scoop with what looked like chocolate crystals on it. "What is ice cream?" she asked.

"... flavored frozen milk?" you responded, somewhat dubiously. "Very heavily processed milk," you added. "I could, probably, give you a more detailed response if you gave me time for a quick internet search."

"It's a miserable little pile of lies!" she called, raising the cup in her hand before tossing it away. "There are three original flavors. Three! All others are a deviation, a variation, a fallacy in construction!" she said, as the cup shattered and disappeared into icy mist, the icecream melting away, as a doll-looking thing with sunglasses passed by, almost hidden by the cold mists in the room. "All of them come back to the same three flavors, none of them are different, it's all the same! I have three dozen different flavors, but it's all made out of the same three bases, so it all tastes the same!" she said. "Chocolate, Strawberry and Vanilla, combine these three, and you've got all the flavors here," she said, "but I learned the truth. I've been searching for it. The ultimate treat. The Ice Cream to beat them all. I've been looking for sweet treats all this time, but it was under my nose all along, it was hiding behind a seemingly illogical concept," she said, "I couldn't believe it, didn't imagine it, until someone told me about salted caramel," she said, "of course, it was obvious! I should've known!"

"You're raving a lot there," you said, "are you okay? You sound slightly drunk. Or sleep deprived. Possibly both."

"I'm a servant, I don't need sleep, I need answers!" she shouted, pointing at you, "answers that you will provide me with," she said, but her finger lowered, until she pointed at your penis. "The true secret of the greatest ice cream flavor... Salty Ice Cream!" she shouted, and a light burst from the tip of her finger, spreading into a hail of icy blades that flew towards you and shredded your pants.

Because it was not an attack, and had absolutely zero intent to hurt you, none of Medea's protections applied, and you were wearing regular clothes, not sturdy gear for a mission outside of Chaldea, they never stood a chance. "Viy!!!"

The doors to her ice cream fridge slammed shut and then froze over.

"Now," she said, "give me your salty ice cream," she said, "I must, I have to, I require the ultimate treat..."

Well...

"So you want my semen?" you asked, just to be sure. "You... you know you could've just asked."

Anastasia coughed.

Sighing, you approached her. "You want it salty and creamy huh," you muttered. "Can't do much about the temperature, but salty and creamy, that I can do," you chuckled.

Some of the advantages adjudicated to you by the ever increasingly weirder perversion of the women who came to you for frequent sexual gratification came into play, and among them were the ability to control your ejaculations. You had to let loose, to let your body unleash the erotic power that had been bestowed upon you and which you had cultivated and grown, bursting out of the relatively tight shirt, buttons flying, as the powerful mana flowed from the amulet, talisman, charm and a combination of other protective elements that Medea had crammed into your necklace all came into play.

With a mighty roar, you began approaching the ice cream loving princess, and the sight of her erotic and lovely body clad only in that beautiful swimsuit was as good as any imagery to get your arousal started, blood flowing to your cock, which was already expanding to a length somewhere between your full ero power and your contained form.

"Yes... give it to me, give me the salty ice cream I crave," Anastasia said.

"I'll use you to get myself ready," you said, "you're okay with putting in some work to get your reward, right?"

"Yesss..." she hissed. "Do you want to use my mouth, my hands, my thighs, or-"

You smirked.

Her breasts weren't huge, but she was far from flat, she had a slim body type but a lovely figure.

You approached her and saw her tremble slightly as you put your hands on her, suddenly seeming a lot smaller, like she shrank in on herself.

Pulling her towards you, you hugged her body to yours. She was actually almost blazing hot, and immediately she turned pink with a full body blush, she closed her eyes and furrowed her brow, clearly expecting something terrible.

But you knew how to handle her. She was putting on airs, being shy, acting up... because she wanted it so badly, but couldn't bring herself to say it.

Your hug broke as one of your hands came to rest on her thigh then climbed up her body, her mostly naked torso, until it rested on her chest, as you planted a kiss on her lips. She willingly parted them and let your tongue in, immediately sucking on it.

Despite her innocent looks, she was an expert kisser, probably did it a lot, and had no shyness there. The kiss parted, and the hand on her chest moved to her crotch as you turned her around, pressing her back to your chest as you slid your hand down, slipping it under the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

Your fingers ghosted along her cunt, she was mostly dry but burning hot, and as your fingers parted the outer lips, you felt her moist and boiling hot inner labia, which immediately covered your prodding and probing fingers in her hot natural lube.

"Ahn, this is- I, uhm, you should, be- stroking?" she asked, more than said.

"You want my cum don't you?" you asked, "then the fastest way is to relax," you said, "and let me..."

She was cute, lovely and her shaking body seemed to trigger some deep instinct within your body, because while she had clearly intended for you to use her and ejaculate quickly without wasting time, it was hard to neglect her. Not a protective instinct, but something similar.

Your fingers played with her cunt and your other hand cupped her chin, turning her to the side so you could kiss her over her shoulder, her ponytail tickling you.

This time your tongue went into her mouth and when she tried to tangle hers with you, you pulled back, she followed you, and then you sucked on her tongue while massaging one of her breasts with one hand and slipping a finger in her tiny little cunt.

And it really was tiny.

In fact, it was probably the smaller you'd ever felt. She was so tight and narrow that immediately you knew there was no way your cock would go in comfortably. "Are you..."

She blushed bright red.

It went beyond just being a virgin. After all, you had done it with other virgins, and none of them were this incredibly tight. Even if you were at your regular, original size, you'd be far too big to put it in, she was just too tight and narrow... your finger began to play with her pussy, and there was no use, she was getting more flexible, but it was obvious this was about the full capacity of her pussy.

But there were other ways.

You kissed her again, and your finger pulled out of her pussy, reaching to the fabric of her bikini. While it was hard to see owing to the skirt part of her bikini, you could feel around and position yourself, your now half-erect cock, between her thighs, finding it with your hand took only moments, and then you slipped yourself between her pussy lips and her bikini, pulling the bikini fully onto your cock to secure it in place.

"E-Eh? What is this..!?" she asked, blinking.

"This is called intercrural, some would say it's a pantyjob," you said, "neat, isn't it? It's almost like we're having sex, but without penetration," you said, as your cock continued to grow.

Her face was almost glowing red. "Y-Your, your, p-penis..!" she cried out. "It's, touching me, it's, it's-"

Your erection shortly reached full mast thanks to the heat of her pussy on you, and was already starting to throb as you pushed her nearly against the far wall of the walk-in ice cream fridge. "What is it-"

"TOO DAMN HOT!" she cried out, her mouth opening, "ahhhn, I'll melt!!"

Trying not to lose yourself to that, you had to firm your nerves and take a deep breath, putting your hands on her, one on her hip, the other on her chest, holding onto one of her tits and kneading it as you began to rock your hips, rubbing against her. "How's this?" you asked.

"Ngnhhh.... it's getting hotter, I can feel... my pussy... getting hotter..."

That was good because you were fucking freezing, and the hotter she was, the more comfortable you became. Medea's charm would keep you from feeling the worst of the weather of course, but that would only do so much when you were naked in a freezer kept magically freezing cold.

Feeling her peaking heat on you was wonderful for more reasons than just how lovely she was, truly hot in more than one sense, you began to move more fiercely, angling yourself to properly rub against your pussy. She wasn't tall enough for you to thigh fuck her standing, but it was murder on the knees to bend like that, so you grabbed her as you had her, and raised her.

She gasped as you turned around and lifted her full nelson style, linking your hands behind her neck and looping your elbows around the bacls of her knees to put her in position.

Normally you would be ravaging her pussy like this, but instead, you sawed your cock along the lips of her pussy, seeing with a strange satisfaction as the front of her panties stretched around the length of your impressive member, and watching her bikini top become unable to contain her chest as you bounced her on your body.

"Ahnn~ This is~ So much better~ Than I thought!!" she cried out in ecstasy. "S-So sex, feels this good!!"

You stopped for a moment, and put the tip of your dick on her entrance, rubbing against her lips, both the inner and outer set, and even pressing into her little cunt, but it was impossible. Even relaxed and prepared, she was just too tight.

Instead, you had to try something else.

Maneuvering her so she was on the ground, you put her on her back and raised her legs. Her cunt looked tremendously appetizing but you couldn't fuck her, so instead, you put your cock between her thighs and pressed them hard, then began to rub against her bikini clad cunt with the pressure of her thighs. While she had a noticeable thigh gap, you were more than girthy enough to fill it and then some, and it just felt great.

Her pale, dainty, princess feet were dangling in the air as she had no strength to hold them up herself, and they looked weirdly enticing, delicious even, so you caught one of her feet with one hand while the other kept her thighs together, and you brought it to your face, licking her sole.

You idly noticed her sandals had flown off somewhere when you first caught her in that full nelson, and as expected from a servant, she didn't taste the least bit dirty, she was fresh and your mouth was filled with a cool sensation, like you were eating some minty ice cream, as you licked her sole and dragged your tongue to her toes, slipping between the big toe and the toe next to it before capturing the big toes of both feet into your mouth and sucking.

She came immediately the instant you did that, your instincts led you to a fatal weakness for her. While fucking her thighs, you continued to tease her toes and feet, and delighting in her cluster orgasm, a chain reaction of endless and exploding pleasure.

Her trembling thighs and gushing pussy, the fluids streaming from it so hot they were even warming up the room, were enough to push you to the limit.

"Here it comes, the salty ice cream you wanted so much!!"

Your ability to change your ejaculation was pushed to its limit, you weren't sure it'd be exactly what she wanted, but-

Suddenly, the doll thing you said earlier was right in front of you, in front of the tip of your cock, poking out of Anastasia's thighs, standing on her chest, holding up an ice cream waffle cone, and the sight surprised you but not enough to prevent the explosion of your cum coming out.

Thick, heavy, creamy - pushed to the absolute limit. It was so heavy and creamy in fact, that it actually almost hurt pushing it out, but it felt so good as well that it was shocking. Despite your cock's best efforts to spurt it out like usual, it was so heavy and thick that it came out in globs, which fell off the tip of your cock and onto the wafflecone that the doll had so graciously prepared.

You came a lot, a really big ejaculation, probably worth several dozen for lesser men, and it drained the fuck out of you.

Maybe you had gone a bit too far with that. Still, you had enough strength left to gently pull back, and help Anastasia sit up, though when you tried to move her, she seemed perfectly content to sit on your lap.

The doll floating around brought the cumcream cone to Anastasia, who produced one of those tiny plastic ice cream spoons from somewhere, and then immediately, she began digging into it.

"Mmhm... very salty~ I was right... it's the best! Iced Cum Cream is the best~!" she said, bringing it to her face and licking it without any propriety, digging into it in a way that would be adorably cute if it wasn't for the fact she was licking a wafflecone of your cum.

In fact... instead, it just made your dick start to stir again. All that cum had briefly tuckered your member out, but the sight of Anastasia honestly and joyfully eating the ice cream you made for her was enough to get you hard again.

She clearly felt you poking her back.

"Uhm..." she looked back. "Can I finish my ice cream first?" she asked.

You exhaled out of your nose.

"Only if we can get up so my ass doesn't freeze off," you offered.

She took the offer. Despite the low temperature of the room, you never felt the slightest bit cold, even as she kept asking for more and more ice cream cones through the night...