Hotel Chaldea Ep. Koyanskaya 4

In hindsight, when something seems too good to be true, you should always assume it is in fact not true.

Koyanskaya being quiet and unproblematic for too long was suspicious. She hadn't even messed up on purpose in order to motivate you to punish her by reaming her from behind hard and rough the way she liked it, while pretending she totally didn't love every moment she spent getting fucked bent over your desk.

However...

Things had finally come to a head, after spending some quality time with your wife and her favorite dress up doll and then attending to Mana's needs before sending her on her way to personally supervise an operation in Siberia alongside some field operatives, you found yourself coming into your office only to immediately step into an alien, incorrect feeling space. You remembered a vague lecture about how certain servants could create this sort of space, a bounded field they said, which was similar to some of the stuff Medea could do, most of them were child's play compared to hers but still, it was terribly disorienting.

Not a few steps into your own office, suddenly you found yourself in a very different office. A much larger office, with a huge desk, and a massive backwall which was overlooking a tropical beach, fitting for summer in the Northern Hemisphere but still very surprising considering you were underground in a land of perpetual winter just a few steps ago.

The door behind you changed back to the door it was supposed to be, and you knew that somehow, somewhen, you'd been moved to elsewhere.

Most importantly, you saw that you were not there alone, for behind the huge, barren desk, was a woman, a very familiar woman, a pink haired, fox eared, pink ribbon & glasses wearing woman, Koyanskaya, your contracted assistant. She used a finger to adjust her glasses on her head, and leaned forward, making sure to show off the size of the melons that frequently drew the gaze to her chest, as well as giving you a foxy little smirk that brought your gaze back to her face upon noticing that you had looked into her cleavage.

"I've grown tired of this little game of ours," she spoke, almost purring the words out. "Your wife can't help you now, Master can't help you now," she said, "I've been made to endure humiliation after humiliation, I've been made to be a human's cum rag again and again, I've even been made to provide sexual relief services to countless worthless, faceless wretches!" she said, taking her glasses, pinching them between two fingers, before pulling them off. "Well! It's time for me to turn the tables!" she said, raising a pink collar that looked not unlike something someone would put on a dog.

"Koyanskaya, what are you doing?" you asked, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow at her, questioning her even further by tilting your head while trying to radiate as much boredom as you could.

"See? This is what I'm talking about, you've lost all fear of me, and you're standing before me like I was just one of your peers and not a great danger to all humanity," she said, eyes narrowed. The hot pink collar shook slightly as she waved it about. "But that's all changing now!"

She then tossed the collar at you with a flick of her wrist, with unerring, perfect accuracy, it launched towards your neck, and then suddenly about halfway through, it suddenly seemed to curve wildly in an impossible angle.

"Wha-"

And before she knew it, it made a full U turn and then wrapped itself around her own throat and squeezed tight, a line of light drawing from the metallic hoop at its front towards you, which by instinct you caught in your hand as it approached your face, only to find yourself holding a black leather lead in your hand.

"H-How!? This is nonsense! I prepared that Command Collar perfectly! I even made sure that the subcontract wouldn't interfere!"

"So is this thing magical?" you asked, gesturing at the lead in your hands.

"Is it magical- of course it's magical!" she said. "I spent so much time reverse engineering the command seals to create this collar, how could it fail me like this!?"

"Right... you tried to use something based on the system you servants run on, against me," you mused, playing with the lead on your hand. "You... remember who my wife is, don't you?" you asked, idly. "Did you not think Medea would come up with countermeasures against things like this?"

The lead in your hand was warm for a moment, and immediately, you could guess what its functions were, because Koyanskaya was immediately forthcoming rather than even trying to lie. "I didn't think she would use them to protect you."

Well, it wasn't THAT dumb, considering that you weren't a servant, but Medea was, apparently, paranoid. Considering the amount of features and protections and magical effects on the charm you wore around your neck, she had put everything including a kitchen sink into it. You knew your wife to be extremely thorough from how well she worked to protect Hekate from any danger that could ever come to her.

Still...

"What were your plans with this thing?" you asked, pulling on the lead slightly.

"I was going to make you my pet for the day and make you lick my feet and my pussy until I was satisfied, then I was going to force you to have sex with me while telling me how much better my pussy is than any human woman's," she said, clearly trying to resist speaking, "and then I would have sex with you before marking you with my pussy juice by squirting on your face and chest before sending you home."

"That is a thorough answer," you said, humming. "Alright. I take it this thing works by making you submissive and subservient to whoever holds the lead, correct?"

"That is correct," she responded, looking a bit annoyed, then a little worried. "Uh, what are you planning on doing to me?"

You hummed. "Well, give you what you deserve first," you said. "I mean, it's only fair, right?" you said, humming, pulling on the lead and forcing her to get up from her chair and lean over even further, showing you more of her delicious chest. "Why don't you pop those titties out for me?" you asked.

She huffed, breathed in heavily and then shoved her chest forward while filling her chest with air, the zipper of her catsuit gave out and her magnificent breasts exploded out of containment. She never wore a bra, didn't need it at all, they were nice, perky and the pink tips of her nipples were already a little bit hard. You smirked.

Maybe there was more behind her little trick failing and reversing on her than she was thinking about.

Yeah, definitely was more to it than she was willing to admit to.

Still, you would continue and push her further. "C'mon, step on over, come and get on your knees in front of me," you said, pulling on the lead a little and causing her to obey, as she got on top of the desk before swinging her powerful and sexy legs over it, demonstrating the remarkable agility you knew her to be more than capable of, and of course, putting her fabulously sexy outfit on full display.

It was easy to forget sometimes that she was an incredibly hot and sexy woman, especially because most of the time your relationship with her was mostly professional and you spent so much time talking about how to find, capture and squeeze the money out of people who owed Chaldea money. She was even agile enough to swipe her glasses from the table.

She was about to get on her feet after landing on a crouch, but an idea lanced through your brain at that moment, seeing her down there taking a moment to slip her glasses back on... "On your hands and knees!" you demanded, pulling on the lead, "don't get up," you said, "crawl towards me!"

She looked up at you with an incensed expression on her face, her cheeks red from the humiliation, flushed. Her glasses fogged a little as the temperature of her face increased, and she did as you demanded, crawling towards you, the lead shrinking as she did so, magically.

Every touch of her hands on the floor, every noise of her latex catsuit against the plush carpet, was sending thrills up your spine, especially when she looked into your eyes, and her eyes were a mix of anger and humiliation and something else, something deeper, something she was mightily struggling against, trying not to acknowledge.

You grabbed onto that and held it in your mind as she got right in front of you, looking up at you, tits out, shaking slightly as she raised her chest.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out," you demanded.

"Ugh, why..!?" she muttered, "why can't I throw this control off!?"

You laughed, as she stuck her tongue out. You reached down and used a finger to play with her lips and tongue, running it over her teeth as well, she had surprisingly sharp feeling teeth, but they didn't hurt at all, even if you pressed your fingertip against her canines.

"That's some nice teeth you've got there, you must be a carnivorous one huh," you muttered.

She was even more flushed now, and she spoke surprisingly clearly despite having her tongue stuck out, "wh'aaht, arh you, doin'?" she demanded.

"Checking the gift fox's teeth," you responded, cheekily, "contrary to popular belief, you very much check a gift horse's teeth," you responded, reaching for your pants, undoing them and letting them drop to your ankles, showing her that you were bulging quite a bit, distorting the front of your underwear and making your briefs look like they might just about burst soon, using both your hands to do so. "Worship my cock, kiss my bulge, rub your face on it, show me how much you appreciate my penis," you demanded.

The last part of the order was important.

Because it entirely changed how she approached it. Unable to deceive you due to the effect of the lead on your hand, she turned her face, the corners of her lips curling up, her golden eyes looking up and for a moment and between blinks, you could almost see a pair of hearts in her pupils, but then she was moving forward and you could no longer see her eyes because she was busy nuzzling and kissing your cock through your underwear, rubbing her cheeks, her nose and her lips against it.

She was unrestrained and unsubtle, kissing and sniffing and licking and nuzzling and rubbing her face against it, as if she was trying to impregnate her face with your scent, you could feel the softness of her skin and the contrast with the not-quite-sharp edges and the hardness of her glasses, her service was thorough and complete, and more importantly, it revealed quite a bit more about her than she probably intended to reveal.

You pulled on the lead a little, and she turned to look at you, pulling back enough to let you pull your underwear down by the elastic band, you held your cock up to her face, pointing its dark tip at her.

"Don't use your hands," you demanded.

She gulped, then opened her mouth and moved forward, unceremoniously performing a task that she was an absolute expert at. Koyanskaya, in her day, had sucked plenty of cocks, and she was absolutely incredible at it. There were probably no women outside of Chaldea who could genuinely approach this level of cocksucking.

She dragged her lips along the length of your shaft and her tongue licked the underside of y our shaft while she allowed the tip of your cock to slip down the back of her throat, which closed up and tightened around the intruder without trying to force you out, instead, the muscles of her throat seemed more intent in squeezing you as you went in, making sure to apply pressure that felt incredible all the way as her lips closed in on the base of your cock and her tongue went flat to serve as a welcoming pink carpet for your cock down her throat.

She went for the deepthroat first before pulling back, taking about half of your shaft out of her mouth as she freed enough space to begin licking at your prickhead while making alternating motions with her lips, squeezing and relaxing around your shaft, her eyes looking up as she slurped and sucked on the precum coming out of her cock, meeting your gaze with hers for just a brief moment, directing a glare at you before she began to service you in earnest.

Dropping the formalities, she began to bob her head back and forth, rapidly and unreservedly dragging her lips back and forth on your shaft, pulling out until only the tip of your dick was inside, the mushroom-like flare of your glans serving as a stopper for her lips. Each time she reached the tip, she would lash her tongue like a whip, teasing the slit at the very tip of your penis, and then when she pushed back forward, she'd wrap her tongue around your shaft and prickhead, then back again.

You didn't bother holding in your voice, closing your eyes and basking in the pleasure of her superb blowjob, and allowed yourself to reach climax.

"Pull back, open your mouth, look at me and stick your tongue out!!"

She put her hands down near her crotch, linking them together and making her arms push her perky tits up and forward, and then she did as you commanded, once again the corners of her lips curled up, and this time you were sure you saw those pinkish red hearts on her eyes that were gone as soon as she blinked, when she pulled back and offered you her face.

You planted your feet firmly on the ground and then grabbed the base of your cock and your sack with one hand, making sure you had the right aim, and then used your other hand to pump yourself past the finish line that Koyanskaya had you primed right next to, aiming at her face and tits, before letting yourself explode, a familiar sensation of unadulterated pleasure coursing through you, heightened even though you had pulled out of the heavenly mouth of the proverbial beast and fapped to completion, because you got to splash a magnificently thick and heavy load all over Koyanskaya's face, you felt almost like electricity coursed through your body as you came all over her, white cum raining all over her face, covering her glasses and parts of her hair, before you aimed lower and splattered another heavy load all over her pale bosom, painting it white.

Breathing heavily, you tried to get your breathing back in order as you looked at the magnificent painting made from such an excellent canvas.

"Bet you loved that huh," you muttered.

Her face was flushed and she had almost melted, before she suddenly caught herself and glared at you. "I'm only doing this because you're using the Command Collar on me!" she said.

You chuckled. "Sure, sure, now get up," you said, wringing your hands in front of yourself, bend over your desk and face that fat fox ass to me," you said.

She grumbled, but did as commanded, at the same time she pulled her zipper down and over her crotch, revealing her pussy to you as she did. Her outfit really was an exquisite one.

"If you didn't have that command collar, there's no way I'd be putting out for you this easily!" she crowed, "so enjoy it while you can, because when I get free-"

You chuckled. "You realize that thing hasn't been in my hand since you started sucking me off, right?"

"Wha-What? No way, you must-"

"And I never even told you to blow me," you said, cheekily, approaching her from behind and putting your hands on her hips, "you went and did that all on your own as soon as you saw my dick," you said, as you covered her with your body, pressing your sex against hers.

As you began to grind against her, she stiffened, arching her back a little, giving you the idea to drop in closer, next to her fluffy fox ear.

"It's said that the best way to reveal someone's true colors is to make them think they're not responsible for their actions," you said, "and look at that, you gave me a more submissive blowjob than the ones I get from Mordred," you said, rubbing one of your hands along her right side, while the other was guiding your cock into her pussy.

You slipped in with tremendous ease, she wasn't just ready, she was begging for it.

"The truth is that you were submitting all on your own will," you said, "there's no way you can't break out of your own little toy's effect, you just didn't want to," you said, "you don't want to admit it, but that burn you're feeling, the humiliation, you love every second of it, you nasty, pathetic and wretched pervert, for all the shit you talk, this is the true self that's beneath all the pomp and splendor of the CEO of NFF," you spoke.

"Nnngh... no... I'm, I'm the one who, who brings others to their doom, I'm the one who tramples on others, I do NOT get off on being trampled!"

"So you say," you whispered into her ear before gently nibbling it, "but you've been cumming on my cock every time I call you a naughty little subby bitch of a slut," you groaned into her ear. "Today's not your responsibility. It's not your fault. It's the collar."

"R-Right, it's the collar, it's, it's controlling me," she said, nodding, "I'm glad you understand."

"Obey your owner, my foxy little pet, and cum your brains out, stop thinking and just enjoy my cock!!"

You pulled back then, grabbed at her hips, and began pounding her in earnest then, she was cumming in seconds and she didn't stop cumming once she began, in fact, she was cumming hard, fast and so frequently that it cascaded and soon enough she was moaning like crazy, her mind entirely lost as she surrendered and crafted the little fantasy in her head that allowed her to let loose.

All you had to do was simply play along, and free her of responsibility.

It wasn't bad to be nice to Koyanskaya, once in a while, she did a lot of good work, after all, and so what if she was a little bit of a complicated pet to keep?

That just made it all the more satisfying when you got to see her enjoying herself on your cock.

You didn't even warn her of your impending orgasm, but you did luxuriate in the feeling of her going crazy with your dick inside her, as she seemingly twisted and wrapped around your cock with all of her might and desire all at once, triggering you to cum once again, and to cum even harder, immediately erupting like a volcano inside her, but it was so good that you just kept thrusting through it, and she howled madly, making a variety of animal noises as you fucked her through both your orgasms, using all your self control to do so and not stop, every thrust pouring a new helping of thick and sticky dick milk into her baby room.

It was only the first of many.

She had brought you there because she needed to relax, really badly, and well... looking after your secretary was your duty as department head, so you would be looking after her thoroughly for the next several hours.