Hotel Chaldea Ep. 2B

How, exactly, one winds up in a Japanese style house, surrounded by a ruined husk of a city that was once one of the biggest population centers in the world, seated on tatami, legs spread, with an inhumanly pretty and perfect white haired woman wearing a blindfold between one's legs, lovingly and devotedly sucking on one's cock while massaging one's balls with one hand and caressing her large and full pregnant belly with the other, well, that was a question anyone would've liked to know.

And that... well, that goes way back about seven months.

"You want me to... restart the human race," you said, flatly, at the blonde in a sexed up military uniform.

"I want you to restart the human race," she repeated. "We will provide you with everything you need for the length of your stay and we've taken care of all the details, the terms of the contract have been approved by both parties."

And well, that was that.

Seven months ago, using Chaldea's technology, you made your first trip into this world, for just about an hour, and were presented with this very woman that was now servicing you between your legs, taken to a room in a space station, and then you laid with her, repeatedly ejaculating deep within her and seeding her. Then the next day, you did the same. In fact, you did that for an entire month, and learned that she had basically been using spare bodies, for she was a gynoid that could transfer her consciousness across them, and the other bodies were now effectively incubation tanks for the lives growing within them.

You patted the white haired head of the one servicing you softly.

Your initial meeting with her had been... less than ideal. She was standoffish and a little brusque. All business, no play, and indeed, had treated the entire thing like a business transaction. Tab D into Slot P, repeat as needed, just business. But, well, that alone was boring, so you worked her over, tried to make her feel good during sex, and after several days of concentrating on making her actually enjoy it... she started to.

At first, she would just present her behind for you to insert your cock into her.

Getting her into performing any sort of sexual act other than simple and straightforward penis in vagina fornication had been a bit painful, but after a while, she allowed you to put hands on her body, to caress her, to stimulate her breasts and nipples, to touch her pussy lips and her clit, as you pounded into her from behind.

After a week of boring sex, she allowed you to do her face to face, laying down on the soft tatami mats and spreading her legs for some face to face missionary, and after an initial hesitation, she allowed you to kiss her, and even make out with her even as you thrust into her soft, wet and semen-hungry pussy.

Conversations also started to be a little less... professional. Kind of strange to start with sex and work your way back to holding a conversation, but she was mostly machine even if she was so advanced as to be indistinguishable from a living being. Simple conversations about the weather, changes in the surroundings, maybe what machine monstrosities she had faced, and killed, that day while preparing the area and keeping it safe for you to keep coming and going. The Japanese house was apparently one of the few places in the world which could support your travel, so it was very highly guarded and defended.

It was kind of strange to note that until two weeks in, you didn't even know she had a name.

She was disgnated "2B", she explained, and was originally a combat model before being repurposed after contact with Chaldea, mostly because as one of the most advanced and human-like models with the most power and efficiency, she was one of the few who even could support the breeding suite developed in cooperation with Chaldea at all.

Learning of her name was like an opening of the floodgates, then.

One afternoon when you'd arrived later than usual due to a pre-existing commitment, she had you lie down on the ground as she sat on your cock, facing you, naked but for her fancy black stockings and gloves as she usually was every time you met her, and then began riding you, sighing in satisfaction and as if a weight was off her shoulders.

Her pussy was warm, and though you hadn't known at the time, she had already begun modifying her body, or rather, had been using the feedback from your sessions with her to change her body to better fit you, though even she hadn't quite known why back then.

Her tension seemed to almost melt off of her.

"What's wrong? You seem agitated?" you asked.

"It's, it's my partner," she spoke, as she put her hands on your shoulders and rocked her hips, sighing. Her blindfold made it impossible to see her face above the tip of her nose, but her mouth and cheeks were fairly expressive. "He... found out something he shouldn't have."

"Oh... is that-"

She trembled. "I had to destroy him and his memory of that... until we're ready, until we can... fix all this," she muttered, "I hate it. I hate having to hurt him like this," she said.

"Did... did he find out about... this?" you asked, softly, caressing her soft, perfect thighs, as if carved into being by the greatest pervert the world ever did see. "About us?"

She shook her head. "No, it was... worse," she muttered. "I'd rather not talk about it," she spoke, "concentrate on breeding me, Master Human."

"You're the boss," you said, though you grabbed her, and using the strength that no human should possess, you rolled around and put her on her back, kissing her fiercely as you began to fuck her in earnest, until her systems confirmed impregnation, and then kept going for the rest of the hour you had alloted to fucking her, talking only briefly and sparsely about her day, how she felt and mostly just listening to her vent about the parts of her job she hated.

Luckily, her partner was also a machine like her and thus he was back with his memory of what he shouldn't know wiped soon enough. 2B did say, however, that she hadn't considered putting in a request for him to be given clearance to learn the data that he kept finding out about, after you off handedly mentioned it while cumming deep in her womb.

Many more days followed, and eventually, you had completed the task set out in the contract, supposed to take a full year of sessions, in what was actually just three months. You were... very effective, to say the least.

However, the contract did specify a full year of sessions, and that meant, well, a full year of going over for an hour a day to spend time with 2B, fucking her every time, having a nice chat with her, sometimes you even brought over some games and played with her, always with your cock inside her of course, because that was strangely how she was most comfortable.

And so, many, many days passed, bringing you to the somewhat heavy realization that you had impregnated 2B about a hundred times over, until they literally ran out of resources to make more bodies for you to impregnate.

But you didn't really know what your relationship with her was. The contract was a contract, after all, you were doing your duty, repopulating the species in a planet where it'd been wiped out, but even so...

You groaned and caressed her head, pressing her down, making her swallow your entire length. 2B had certain... quirks. She quite enjoyed being dominated, in a strange way. She had a submissive streak a mile wide, but only for you, she said that she had been built to serve humans in a way and as such, she got a level of fulfillment from being used and made to do things that nothing else provided.

But she, of course, also quite enjoyed your affectionate touches and kisses and caresses. So you lovingly made her deepthroat you in the way she loved the most, and grit your teeth, holding her there for a few moments and just basking in the sensation of the impending orgasm before you blew entirely, the overwhelming pleasure spreading like waves from your cock all through your body and your brain, culminating in a rush of energy as your semen exploded from your balls up through your shaft and down her gullet.

And to think, this woman had categorically refused to do any sort of non-reproductive sexual act when you met her, and now...

"'hank yew Mashtah Hoomen," she moaned, opening her mouth to show you her mouthful of your seed, only the last few shots, before closing her mouth and making a show of swallowing it, licking her mouth and savoring the taste of semen left in it before swallowing the last remaining drops of it, almost wiggling in place as she did. "Glory to humanity," she mewled, caressing your balls some more and nuzzling your crotch, kissing your balls and the base of your shaft and licking her way up to the tip.

Her first blowjob had been awkward and slow, and it took her a tries to actually manage to get it right, and it took her several days of practice before she learned how to deepthroat, even though she did not, in fact, have a gag reflex to worry about.

And now this was her favorite act in all the world. You took her by a shoulder and an arm and pulled her up, turning her around and sitting her on your lap, legs spread, your cock like a pillar between her thighs, though you couldn't see it from behind her shoulder, looking down past her swolen breasts and expanded tummy. Your hand reached for her rounded belly and caressed it, thinking of the life growing within.

It was a strange thing to think about that child. Though they had used your genetic material, the life growing within her was so distinct from you as to be entirely unrelated, thanks to incredible advancements in genetics that allowed them to manipulate the embryo's DNA and prevent a genetic bottlenecking of the species.

Especially important considering 2B's gynoid body had remarkably little in the way of usable DNA itself.

You kissed 2B's shoulder and caressed her belly and thigh, trailing kisses up her neck and chin, until she turned her face and obediently returned your kisses, sucking onto your tongue and lavishing it with attention, even as your hands moved to more sexual places, playing with her breasts and pussy, fingering her cunt while milking her breasts, already lactating in rather spectacular fashion, as if she was a cow squirting milk. Highly nutritious at that.

You broke the kiss and let her rest her head against you. She reached behind the back of her head and pulled off the blindfold. A relatively new development, she could see perfectly well with it on, and it had been the very last thing that she had kept on even when she had given you her mouth, her ass and her very womb...

Apparently at some point it gained emotional significance, something which shocked her because she was, in her own words, a soulless machine... at least she thought she was.

Playing with her clit and nipple, you kissed her cheek and began to nibble at her earlobe.

"Ahn, Master Human..." she moaned, "this... isn't right," she moaned. "This was supposed to... be a mission, a serious... mission," she said. "I'm supposed to be a machine, soulless, emotionless, I should just do my job but..."

You sighed.

"You got attached?" you asked, softly.

She didn't respond at first, closing her eyes and resting her head on your shoulder, looking away from you, even as you adjusted your position.

"That's very human of you," you said, adjusting your position so your shaft rubbed against her perfect cunt lips, which always returned to their initial shape no matter how thoroughly you fucked her, courtesy of her robot bod.

"I suppose," she responded. "I'm... not supposed to think about these sorts of matters. What about..."

"Love isn't a zero sum game, and there are different kinds of love," you said. "Just think about that," you said, as you began to rock your hips and hump her pussy with your cock.

She nodded, and then raised her hips, sliding along your thighs to put herself in position, your prickhead teased the wet cunt lips that had received so many of your creampies, the pussy through which a hundred babies produced from your semen, even if they weren't quite biologically your children, would be birthed from. Your cock throbbed. Your balls twitched.

A deep seated desire within you demanded that you give her even more babies, even if she was already pregnant.

"Then... do you love me?" she asked.

Did you?

In a certain way, you could say that. One doesn't fuck the same woman every day for seven months straight without becoming the least bit attached. Plus, talking with her every day, sharing your problems and hers together, sometimes even coming up with solutions or advice, and just plain being affectionate with one another...

It was hard to say you hadn't developed your own emotional attachment to the supposedly emotionless robot.

"Maybe," you said.

"Not like a woman, then... but I'd settle for a favored toy," she said.

"What...?" you muttered. "You shouldn't-"

"I'm not lowering myself, I know what I am, and where I stand," she said, as she turned her head to look at you over her shoulder. "Or sit, as the case might be," she said, her eyes drifting low to where her cunt lips were kissing your prickhead, "I know you've had many others before me, but... Master Human, these past few months have been... a strange, almost surreal experience. These attachments that have haunted me for years, it's thanks to you that I've been able to deal with them at all."

Considering all of YorHa was apparently staffed by robots that didn't quite understand their own emerging emotions or thought they were just programmed to behave that way at the best of tiems, it was no wonder she didn't really get any useful counseling.

"And... even now," she said, "if I had a heart, I'm sure it'd be beating intensely," she said, "the thought of our time together concluding, that the contract will end and one day I simply will never see you again, it haunts me. It haunts me like the look of betrayal in my partner's face when I was forced to strike him down, it haunts me like the thought of the end of YorHa, we so narrowly averted thanks to Chaldea. I know it shouldn't, yet-"

She looked at you.

"I cannot bear the thought of parting with you after our time together," she spoke.

For a moment, you thought about your already complicated life, you thought about your wife, about the women who loved you and whom you loved in turn, and thought about how you couldn't, shouldn't, do this sort of thing without consulting them, talking to them...

But it was so very hard to even think about that as 2B's body slammed down upon you, as the weight of her being, not quite as much as you could bear but certainly heavier than a human, hit you and the tightness of her pussy, by now perfectly molded to the cock that invaded it daily, was all you could think about.

She bounced her hips, using all the built up experience and knowledge, to give you everything in her power and make the most convincing argument for keeping her.

Over the months that you had known her, she had changed a lot. Arrogant, standoffish and a little brusque, but when it came down to it, she had a truly human heart and cared intensely for her partner, for her mission and for the YorHa that had once been doomed for destruction... the once cold and dutiful robot was now a blossoming young woman, and you had seen it all from the start.

Eventually, though, all good things, even that contract, would come to an end.

"And... that's about how it went," you finished, having discussed the matters with all the parties involved after the length of the contract was completed.

There was a brief moment's pause.

Medea hummed. "Alright, but we're switching to a manor townhouse for our residence, and we're absolutely getting a French Maid outfit," she said. "I think Marie Antoinette should have one in the right size."

A few days later...

"Why am I the one wearing the maid outfit!?"

2B, in an absolutely impeccable tailored suit, nodded approvingly. "You really are way too cute," she finally said.

9S had insisted on coming along with her to become servants contracted at Chaldea together after the little deal with YorHa was complete, and they became more permanent partners.

Ritsuka caught him by the wrist and began dragging him away. "Let me show you exactly why!" she said, smiling brightly.

Thus, the negotiations for their stay were completed, and 2B was brought into the debt collection department, where Koyanskaya is to remain a blade's length away from her and especially her pod servant at all times. Luckily, everyone got along really well.

Though sometimes you could swear the smiles that Mana and 2B shared would cast sparks at each other for some reason...