Hotel Chaldea Ep. Artoria Pendragon

King Arthur was the heir of Uther Pendragon, born to be King, who had drawn the Sword of Selection from the Stone, rightful ruler of all Britons, the Once and Future King of Man, wielder of Excalibur, of Rhongomyniad, owner of many other treasures, guardian chosen by the world itself, favorite of the Fae and a variety of other wonderful titles.

Or at least, that's how it was supposed to be.

Merlin, who saw no means through which Britain could be saved from its destiny to be eventually overrun and taken over by the invaders, who knew that Camelot, no matter how hard one tried, could not be saved, and which would be a great source of pain, suffering and sorrow for the savior he himself had chosen, decided, borrowing an expression from the future... "fuck that noise"

And instead of leaving Artoria with a bunch of humans to be raised by Sir Ector and Sir Kay, he took her to the everdistant Utopia with him and raised her himself.

And as just about everyone anywhere remotely in the know could've told you, this was an absolutely TERRIBLE idea that would have consequences that would've rippled across all of history, because Merlin was Merlin and could not hold back from being Merlin, and as such, the child he raised became an adult, who had learned from the Magus of Flowers...

Thus, a decade and a half after being taken beyond the reach of mortal men, the Once and Future King came back, to take her rightful place as Ruler of all Britons.

And just half a decade later, she had unified all of Britain. Camelot had indeed fallen under her rule... fallen not into ruin, but fallen into debauchery. Merlin gazed using his Clairvoyance upon what he had brought into the world, and thus he said it was good, and left for Avalon, locking himself in there, in fear of what he had created.

And what had he created?

Well...

The island had become entirely dominated by Artoria's rule, and thus all of it had become part of the Kingdom of Camelot, the entire Island became the King's domain, all of it now existed for her and thanks to her. Her immense power and endless hunger for more had led her to an unstoppable advance over all, trampling friend and foe alike, ruling not by politesse but by an iron fist. She had instituted many changes when she took over, and the influence of Merlin became clear.

The King was hungry.

She always was. Her hunger never ceased, her infinite lust was never satisfied.

It was customary for commoners to seek the Feudal Lord who ruled over their place of living, for them to bless and officiate their marriage. It was said that sometimes, in order to receive permission from the feudal lord of the area, the Lord would demand that the lady who wished to be married lay in bed with him first. This, of course, was a rumor that was told as an old wives' tale, which had, according to Merlin, started not because of something that actually happened, but because of an old woman who bragged about having slept with the Feudal Lord and when questioned, made up that custom, and it just sort of caught on, despite it never being an actual rule.

Well...

Until the Age of Arthur came.

Young couples of nobles, who wished to become married, would seek approval of the King, and would ask for the King to officiate, and the start of the Succubus King's depravity began when she got the bright idea to use that old rumor, that custom that never was, to demand that a particularly fetching redhead and his purple haired wife, should they wish to become married, would need to visit her quarters and prove their love to one another in front of the eyes of the King.

The young nobles, wanting desperately to marry, accepted the King's demand, and shared the King's bed with each other and the King herself. And the King, oh she loved it, she had been raised all her life by a pervert, had grown up with an incubus who practically radiated sexuality with every step he took, a man handsome beyond the realm of mortality and who hadn't given the King enough privacy to see to her own intimate needs...

Was it any wonder, then, that when she first tasted the body of her fellow man, she became quite fond of it?

Thus, it began, and as the King's lust grew, so did the reform of Camelot. The Kingdom would indeed fall, not into ruin, but into depravity, the land morphing by the very influence of the King who ruled it, as the world followed the will of its chosen King. Nobility raced to influence the King, offering their most beautiful sons and daughters for the King to devour.

Before long, it spread beyond the circles of nobility. The Succubus King's infinite lust craved more. She sought the flesh of commoners as well, hiring prostitutes by the dozen, and visiting small villages whenever she felt a hankering for an unspoiled maiden. Coincidentally, thanks to the King's interest, the sex industry of Camelot thrived, becoming a legal practice that was regulated and carefully curated, which actually created something of an economic boon. The once and future King, despite her perversion escalating, was a wise one who had learned much from the Magus of Flowers, after all.

However, the King's hunger grew and grew, and eventually, it became a custom to send sacrifices, from each village, to be given to the King for her to play with, until she became bored and discarded her newest toy.

Each year, the King would send her previous harem home, and recruit dozens, sons and daughters of the nobility who had come of age, merchants who sought influence and power and commoners with talent, sacrifices from each village, dozens of people who had come of age would gather for the King and create an entirely new harem.

And that is where you come in.

For you were a poor young lad from a poor village, near the edges of the Kingdom. You had been chosen as a sacrifice and traded for a large amount of monetary support from the crown, because of course the King was not a monster and though she would seek to sate her lust she would not do so without compensation nor would she do it against anyone's will.

You had almost expected that you would not attract the King's Eye, for she was a radiant beauty that filled the dreams of many a young man, and the portrait of her near the sunday school had been the inspiration for more than a handful of self care sessions.

But the beauty of the Lord of All Britannia was beyond compare, in person. She was not the most voluptuous of women, in fact some would argue she was rather petite, even shorter than average, but that did not give her any less of an imposing stance when she had stood before all of her newly recruited harem, explaining to them that they would be trained to fulfill a role in the palace and that she would approach each of them, and yourself, for sex at a later time.

She was candid and open about that, and her confidence was inspiring. Her beauty, even more so. Her long blonde hair was tied into a neat bun and braid combination that made her look regal and dignified, she had enchanting eyes of green that glowed faintly, she had that requisite rich and glamorous mink coat... but in contrast to most nobles that dressed in lots of layers and covered every inch of their skin, the King's confidence was in glorious display.

She wore a suit that left all of her legs bare, mae of stretchy black and white fabric, covering from her crotch to her chest, but leaving the top side of her breasts, her shoulders and her neck bare were it not for the large lime green coat, she wore white high heels adorned with yellow ribbons on her ankles, and had another ribbon slung along her left thigh. The King was beyond beautiful, and after having masturbated to her many times before, it was impossible not to pop a boner in her presence.

Yet, perhaps disappointingly, she would not call you to her bed then, not for the next few weeks.

At last, however, after what seemed like an entirely too long eternity of learning a bunch of genuinely useful life skills for a later date, the King called upon you.

But unlike most, you, she called to her room.

And again unlike most, you she called alone.

The maids and butlers hushedly and hurriedly undressed you and shoved you into the lavishly decorated bedroom of the King.

The door opened and closed so fast it left you spinning.

Inside, the carpet was extremely plush, covering a rough stone floor, the walls were smoothed out and decorated with many trophies and treasures, legendary weapons and symbols of victory, as well as a painting of a landscape full of flowers.

"My King, I've come upon your summons, I am at your service, your royal majesty-" you said, being cut off even as you knelt into the proper position, not quite like a knight, but like a supplicant.

"Excellent," the King said.

Your eyes were drawn to her unbelievable beauty. She had discarded her coat, and was now almost entirely bare, the clothes she wore would've been considered indecent were anyone else wearing them, but as it was the King, anyone who called her indecent would have their tongue cut out of their head.

She crossed her legs and rested her chin on her hand, looking with half lidded eyes at you. "Come here," she said, "you are a sacrifice, you came here to sate my hunger," she said, uncrossing her legs and spreading them, revealing that this outfit didn't have a crotch, and that her pussy was bare of any hair, the pink, peachy lips almost sealed, a thin slit that only hinted at the pink insides that enraptured all the men and women of Camelot.

She extended her royal hand and beckoned you forward with a finger and a smirk, her pink tongue escaping from between her lips, the half lidded stare of a seducer pulling you forward.

From your kneeling position you didn't rise, but instead, almost crawled on all fours to where the King sat on the edge of her immense bed.

She opened her legs more and scooted her body forward, looking down at you as you reached position before her.

First, you took one of the King's legs in your hand, her perfectly soft and smooth pale skin, healthy as can be, kissed by the sun yet never burned, called for your lips and so you placed a soft kiss of worship upon the deserving King, then turned to her other leg, cradling it in your hands, kissing near her knee, then returning to the other leg, kissing her thigh, moving closer and closer to her crotch as you traded left and right leg kisses until you were between her legs, close to the lips of the most precious treasure in all of Camelot, the King's own pussy.

You gulped and swallowed.

Your training had prepared you for this. To become a sacrifice you had endured grueling training.

Nothing, however, could prepare you for the intoxicating ecstasy that was her scent, and the ambrosia that was her holy honey. Your tongue was out of your mouth in a flash, and you parted her wet pussy lips to dive into the pink insides, using your hands to cling to her thighs and slurp, suck, swallow and devour everything that the King deigned you worthy of.

Her hand reached for your head, she hissed and moaned triumphantly, "yes, more, service your King, worship my body!" she called out in ecstatic joy, as you closed your eyes and felt her thighs close around your head.

The pleasure you were in was immense, your cock was hard as a rock, the King was holding nothing back, moaning and vocally exclaiming her extreme pleasure as she received all that you were giving her and demanded more, giving you squirts of the greatest drink you ever did taste in return.

Each lick along her folds revealed more complexities, creases and shapes that you could delight in exploring, every slurp and suck brought another world of flavor to your mouth, and every time you swallowed you felt vigor coursing through you anew, and your cock throbbed and twitched, it demanded to fulfill its purpose.

You were serving the King of Man, you were giving her everything you had, and yet, your body demanded to give her even more.

"O-oh, I, I'm actually, yes... yes... keep going, right there, I'm so close, don't stop, don't stop, keep licking me, yes, yes, yes..!!"

The King's voice grew higher pitched, her fingernails were like hooks on your scalp, her thighs felt like steel vises clamped around your head, and she arhced her back, screeching in orgasmic joy, like the village wenches that had helped you practice your technique for the day you would represent your village before the King's hunger.

"I'm, I'm cumming, I'm gonna cum," the King moaned in undilluted joy, "h-here, here it comes, just like that time, yes, yes, yes!!! Finally, just like that time, finally, finally, make me cum, make me cum!! Here, ghu, here, I, I cum, I'm cum~ cumming~!!!"

The King's ecstasy peaked as she screamed so loud that the windows shook, the curtains almost opened and she bucked so hard she almost knocked you off of her, but she was clamping down on you so hard, curling her body around your head as she pulled you back onto the bed, the movement so harsh and surprising that it didn't give you time to adapt as she squirted a bucketload of her juices onto your face, coming in a sudden spray that at first you feared might be something else, but which you immediately realized was even sweeter and tastier than her previous juice, it was the nectar of the King's orgasm, and it struck you that it was so intense that the King lost her voice for a moment and then collapsed back onto the bed, not quite letting you go.

For that period of a few brief seconds it all was still, but then, the King pulled you onto bed with her immense strength, which was said to be able to sunder castles with a swing of Excalibur, and laid you down on bed, which shook and creaked, on your back. Your cock stood at attention.

"Your sword is magnificent, I deem you worthy," she said, "you... you are the first, ever since that young man, to have brought me to orgasm," she said, "not once have I experienced a joy this immense, for you have put that man to shame," she said, "in all my days I've sought someone like you, someone who can satisfy this deep craving within me," she said.

"I, er-" you blinked in surprise. "but My King, have you not had hundreds of partners?"

"Yes, and not one, not once, not since that young man my very first time, has made me orgasm..." she spoke, her eyes closed. "I've found the one. The one who can complete me," she said. "Entertain me, satisfy me," she spoke, "serve your King, as my Queen," she said, straddling your legs, grabbing your shaft with one hand and guiding it to her pussy.

"My King, I," you said, as she reached with her hand for yours, taking it into her. "I dreamed of this day..."

"Then let us make your dream and mine a reality - together..."

She put you against her entrance, and then as if to replace any formal declaration, sank to take you into her, and immediately, you realized that the compatibility was perfect, utterly and completely perfect, as your cock and her pussy matched like a lock and key, a sword, and its custom made scabbard...

Thus would be the start of something wonderful...

And then, many a century later...

"I knew it the instant you penetrated me, it is you, my love... you've reincarnated and we've met once again, we are united together by this bond..."

You had never truly known what had driven you to seek Hotel Chaldea. You had always had a hunger for sex that none could match, and learning of rumors and whispers of the place with the world's most beautiful women, you had sought it out, and through sheer coincidence... destiny had brought you and her together, and it had all come back, like she said, the moment you penetrated her. A love that lasted through time, even Death could not part you and the Succubus King, she whose infinite lust and hunger could only be sated by your cock.

Her eyes, glittering like jade, filled with tears as she leaned down and kissed your lips, her love fulfilling that hole that had drove you to seek Hotel Chaldea so fervently... this time not in a lavish royal bedroom, but instead, in a luxurious love hotel.

Such is one of the branches of the tree of time, a timeline that might have been, but was not...

Hakuno and Ritsuka were on either side of you, Hakuno to your left, Ritsuka to your right, as you watched the "movie" that Hakuno had created out of a cheeky suggestion you made, by simply having the Moon Cell run a simulation of a timeline based on the parameters you had given her.

"I feel like we could commercialize this," Ritsuka said.

"You think?" Hakuno said, "the Moon Cell is constantly running these sorts of simulations," she said. "Well, most of them are extremely boring simulations with barely any differences. Having humans come in to feed us data to produce more varied timelines for observation might be good," she spoke.

"Absolutely," you agreed. "But we should test it further," you said. "I mean this one was similar to what it feels like writing fanfic about myself. What about you two? I want to see a simulated timeline involving you two, maybe if you switched places?"

The holographic screen, cheekily, showed a scene of Ritsuka and Hakuno having switch places in the couch, Hakuno to your right, and Ritsuka to your left.

"I meant in Chaldea and the Moon Cell," you said.

The screen had them swap outfits, then.

You palmed your face. "You're doing this on purpose aren't you?"

"Yes," Hakuno said. "Mhm. With the successful first test of this technology, I'd like to test it again... Hm, how about..."

"Hm... fanfic about myself... Ooh! Can I suggest a timeline?" Ritsuka said. "Okay, so, what if I was sent back to 2015 with all my memories intact?" she asked. "Hm! Make it start immediately after the accident, I feel I might muck things badly if I screw with things before we rayshift to Fuyuki!"

"Okay," Hakuno said, and the screen changed to a much younger version of the redhead struggling to survive in a city that had become an inferno.

As the image of a certain doctor came into the screen, you caught Ritsuka's hand and squeezed it firmly. Sometimes, even she needed a little comfort and to be allowed to dream just a little.