Hotel Chaldea Ep. Morgan le Fay 3

It was actually a slightly bizarre sight to see a servant filling their nails, because Morgan was filing her nails and they were visibly regenerating in real time, and even more importantly, her nails were already perfect to begin with. As you entered her office, you were surprised to see her filling her nails over a square sheet of paper, which had been folded up into four equal squares and still bore the marks of it, the edges raising up.

She... didn't seem to be terribly bothered that you entered and sat in front of her, and were waiting patiently for her to finish.

"You may ask," she said idly, as she continued to perform the seemingly futile task.

"Is it that obvious?"

She had a faint smile on her face. "I'm gathering fairy dust," she said. "I don't have wings to molt and grind," she explained, "this is the most efficient method, and it also serves as relaxation therapy."

"I see."

She hummed and then put the nail file down near a set of standing portraits, the two of which had two series of images that were cycling, images of a familiar redhead, Baobhan Sith, in different outfits in different places, sometimes pictures with Morgan, sometimes on her own, sometimes doing something interesting in some sort of interesting locale.

The other was pictures of Morgan with Ritsuka, including a picture of Morgan and Ritsuka at a wedding altar sharing a kiss. She glanced at the pictures as she saw you looking at them, and a warm smile spread along her face as she did. Then the picture of her with Ritsuka changed to one of Morgan, wearing only the corset and torn up skirts of her wedding dress, with Ritsuka, clearly having used one of those futanari potions, balls deep inside Morgan from behind.

Then the next one was doggy style, with only shreds of Morgan's dress left on her, and the final one was Morgan throwing a double peace sign, as she and Ritsuka shared a kiss reminiscent of the one on the wedding picture, with Morgan's belly having inflated to look like she was into her second trimester of pregnancy, one of Ritsuka's hands on her tummy.

You blinked.

She was still looking at them with a warm, placid smile, absolutely zero shame about the pictures being seen.

Turning back to you, she raised a hand to her face and cleared her throat. "I apologize for the delay," she said.

"No, not at all, I caught up on some work I still had to do," you said, waving your hand to dismiss her worry, "and, well, I wasn't exactly bored either."

The images were back to completely normal pictures of her with Ritsuka and Mashu out in various trips and dates, though occasionally there were images of Ritsuka with either a futanari penis given by a potion, or a strap on, having sex with Morgan in some exotic location, including some snowy capped mountains, what seemed lik Tokyo, the Eiffel Tower and Times Square in New York. Sometimes, Mashu could be seen in the background, doing some touristy stuff.

"Yes, ah," Morgan cleared her throat once more, as if to bring attention to herself. "I wish for you to participate in a photoshoot like the ones you've been appreciating."

"Yes, Mana gave me the rundown, but, she said something about playing Cinderella? Not to be self deprecating but, I'm no prince, I would've imagined someone more like Charlemagne for the role," you admitted freely.

She exhaled out of her nose. "I like you."

"O-Oh."

You could feel heat creeping on your cheeks. She was so serious... is this what a teenaged girl feels when her crush confesses to her? Or maybe at least what a storybook female protagonist feels like, at any rate.

Morgan pushed her chair back on its spinny wheels and stood up, revealing she was wearing a very lovely and sexy office lady getup, a black skirt with blue lining and a white buttonup that was practically painted on, which as she moved, showed off the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her hair was tied with a large ribbon behind her head, and as she flicked her hand behind her shoulder, it rippled before falling like rain behind her.

She smirked at you. "Do you not like me?" she asked, cupping your chin in her hand and tilting your head as she closed the distance between you. tilting your head to the side and brushing her lips against yours.

"I... uh, this is getting me a little hot and bothered."

She smirked, seemingly bit her lower lip, then puckered both and blew in your face, dust seemingly covering all of your vision and swirling around you. For a moment, you felt like you were floating, and then, you were on the ground, on all fours.

Three faceless men were doing that strange thing that sometimes could be seen in old cartoons, where a character would voice some sort of undecipherable nonsense into a microphone to represent someone talking over a low quality phone and ratio.

There was laughter, and then the faceless men disappeared.

You looked around and saw that you were in a closed up room, with facsimile wood paneling.

It was then that a door that wasn't there just two seconds ago opened, and in walked Morgan, dressed in her business skirtsuit, and then she crouched down beside you.

You could almost hear the camera shutter sounds going off, as you looked up at her, she offered a smirk down at you. "I never said you were playing the part of the prince," she said, as she took your hand like she was a nobleman, and you, a damsel.

She helped you up to your feet.

"What happened to my clothes? That was my best suit," you said, looking down at the simple pants, white shirt and apron she had replaced them with.

"Don't worry about it, I'll make sure that isn't an issue," she said. "Good thing the cameras are only taking photos and not video, so I can explain as we take the pictures."

"Someone must've planned it just like that."

"Yes, indeed, someone very intelligent," Morgan agreed.

"And humble too," you responded with a chuckle.

"This photoshoot is a more modern retelling of Cinderella," she explained, "where a poor young man is prevented from attending a job interview, only for a 'Fairy Godmother' to appear and help him change his clothes and prepare for the interview," she explained, making a grand sweeping gesture and casting a spell that made a rack of suits appear. Each of them was of the highest quality.

Your jaw almost dropped. "Are those in my size?"

"Quite. These are my gift to you," she spoke, "as my appreciation for participating."

You shook your head. "This feels like you're bribing me," you admitted.

"I am," Morgan said, grabbing you by the hand and leading you to the rack, at which point the two of you made an exaggerated show of checking the suits, with large motions and bigger expressions on your face to show your excitement, because if you were going to be caught up in this, then you'd at least do your best.

She cast another spell to change the environment around you, and with her magic, she also put on and removed several of the suits on you, taking pictures of each of them. You still hadn't seen the cameras, but they were probably hidden with illusions, she was quite adept at everything she tried and this was no different, she led you through the montage of the new clothes, though there were no magical animals to craft the clothes like in the animated movie, and eventually, she changed the scenario to one where the three faceless men were weeping as they failed the interview.

Finally, the scene changed one last time, back to Morgan's office, which had been cleared of magical doodads this time, and she was sitting behind the desk.

You sat down and there were several pictures taken of exaggerated gestures and such, and finally, one last picture of you and her shaking hands.

"Alright, that does it for the bothersome work involved," she said, as she squeezed your hand before letting go.

"This seems like it's a little short," you admitted.

"We'll include a portion of you helping me while I'm in disguise," she spoke, "either covering me by gifting me your umbrella in the rain," she spoke, "don't worry too much about it, I'll think about it myself and meet with you then."

"Oh, then we are done?" you asked.

"No, I wanted to create this part first so we can move on to the good part," Morgan said, jumping on top of her desk in a swift motion, swinging her legs over its surface so she could sit on the edge, spreading her legs as she did, hiking her suitskirt up to reveal her underwear, an extremely fine and silky looking white culotte, that clung to her body. She placed her hands behind her and you saw as her stockings parted at her crotch area like water, letting you have access.

She licked her lips and looked down at you, eyes halflidded. "Come now," she spoke, "that fairytale is quite silly. Fairies never do something for nothing," she spoke, "and if you would take my aid, then you must aid me in return."

"Missus Le Fay, are you trying to seduce me?" you asked.

"I'm not trying," she responded, smirking down at you with a superior and smug expression on her face that made her look even sexier than she already did, blue eyes almost sparkling with excitement. "Now go ahead, fest upon your fairy godmother, lover. Truly, my husband's taste in lovers is as great as it is in spouses."

You licked your lips, and then you began laying kisses on her silky smooth stockings, from her knees, slowly moving towards her inner thighs, going back and forth, left and right, kissing your way towards her crotch as she adjusted her position to spread herself further and open her cunt up to you, her panty mound showing off her sweet looking cameltoe, which was already showing a slightly wet stain on the front, the silken panties absorbing the fluid and staining almost immediately.

You then moved forward, and placed a kiss on her panties, brushing and pressing your lips against the smooth silk and feeling how lovely it was. You made a mental note to get some pairs for Medea as you began to kiss and lick Morgan's cunt through the panties, they were actually adding a lot to the experience of nuzzling and servicing her pussy.

Her hands rested on top of your head and she caressed your scalp and played with your hair, patting your head gently and softly sighing in pleasure. "There... there, enjoy yourself to your heart's content," she spoke.

You kissed her a little more fiercely, and pressed your tongue against the front of her panties, which already tasted quite heavily of her fairy pussy, the taste so unlike a human's, which was as refreshing as cool water while being as sweet as cotton candy. You used your nose to tease her clit through her panties, and she moaned eagerly.

A hand reached down and hiked up her skirt fully, pulling it up and over her waist, leaving it as more of a black and blue belt than anything else, then she placed a finger on the front of her panties, and they almost seemed to become water and then slide off of her, alongside the peasant clothes you were wearing.

Her cunt was now exposed, and it was overflowing with sweet fairy nectar. You panted and got up, coming face to face with her, and then embracing her before sharing a deep kiss, she clearly did not care at all about her own juices on your tongue as you kissed her, her arms and legs linking behind your back as she kissed you and pressed her body against yours.

The kiss broke and she smiled, as she pulled back, laying down on her large desk, using your arms and sliding her hands along your muscles to slowly lower herself until she laid her back, your hands gripping her wrists, as you grabbed hers, then sliding so your hands gripped hers. Somehow, it felt wrong to hold her hands. You almost felt like you were oddly betraying Medea, even though your cock was resting against her pussy and it didn't feel like that at all.

"I can see the doubt and uncertainty in your mind," Morgan spoke, "fear not," she said, "for it is my husband and your wife who this video is meant for," she spoke.

"Fucking figures," you admitted laughing. "We married some lovesick fools, didn't we?"

"We married people whose greatest pleasure is seeing the people they love enjoying themselves," Morgan stated. "I lived a long and tortured life, surrounded by the most selfish and self destructive creatures that ever did exist," she said, "being near you, being near my husband, is a balm upon my soul... Even now, your primary goal is to make me orgasm, isn't it?" she asked.

You began to rub the length of your shaft against her eagerly drooling cunt. She wasn't wrong. Morgan did have a lovely O face.

Closing your eyes, you felt her legs hook behind your back rather strongly, and at that, you decided to stop questioning it. This is what everyone wanted, wasn't it?

Feeling the weight of the situation on you, the anticipation for your cock that Morgan was almost radiating. You rubbed the tip of your dick against her soft lips. A lesser man would've cum from this alone.

You didn't. You were ready. You were strong.

It still nearly wasn't enough to endure piercing the sea of pleasure that was Morgan's pussy. You had to grit your teeth as you felt her pussy open up and swallow you whole, your muscles tensing as she seemed to just take you into her, sinking into the vast infinity of pleasure.

"You're..! Amazing, your pussy's amazing, Morgan, I might cum right away like this!!"

It was true, you weren't even exaggerating.

"You... you're not bad, yourself," she moaned. "Come now, slake your thirsts and lusts upon my body, and satisfy me!!"

Still holding onto her hands, you pushed forward until you were meeting resistance, not from her pussy, which just massaged you like every part of it was a living organism in itself, but from her thighs, her butt, her crotch, you were hilted to the balls in Morgan, and she was pressing you with her legs, her ankles crossed over one another behind the small of your back.

Pulling back was like tearing adhesive tape over your arm hair, it was agonizingly slow and painful until you finally worked up the nerve to pull out harshly in one go, and then with the motion and the gathered courage, you pounded your way back in, the sound of skin on skin, the wet slap that resounded, crashing like a battering ram against your perception of reality.

Reason thrown to the curb and restraint eliminated, you then began to lay into Morgan with furious fervor and immense passion, you saw that at some point the buttons of her shirt had popped, flying somewhere, revealing her swinging breasts, the lovely tits that were now uncovered, no bra at all stopping your enjoyment of them.

You captured one on your mouth, and squeezed her hands, your fingers and hers intertwining as you fucked her hard, from above and down into her, repeatedly fucking her into her own desk, as her juices flew from her pussy, switching to her other breast, sucking on her nipple, as she moaned and cried and thrust her chest into your face even more.

In and out, left and right, strong and hard, soft and gentle, sweet and spicy, sensual and frenetic, everything and more-

But more than all, overwhelmingly pleasurable, your body couldn't take it anymore, your balls were about to explode, you let her nipple slip from your mouth and faced her, looking down at her.

Your hands let go of each other's, and she hugged you, her fingernails stabbing into your back as she clung to you fiercely. You hugged her in turn, one hand on her back, the other on the back of her head, and then you stuck your tongue in her mouth, lips mashing against one another as the two of you muffled your own cries of orgasm, both of you cumming into and against each other and seemingly trying to hold it in to the last moment.

You came explosively, semen rushing down your urethra, from your balls into her womb. A load the likes of which no lesser man could ever produce flowed into her, each spurt of cum carrying with it another exploding wave of pleasure that seemed to ripple back and forth between each of you, as her shaking and trembling and twitching body would suddenly squeeze down on you as if to milk the very load traveling down your cock into her.

Your entire body felt like it was squeezing the cum out for her with each shot.

Until finally, you were coming back down to the real world, and you were panting against one another.

She sighed deeply.

"That one was for my husband," she spoke, closing her eyes.

You nodded, and panting, you stepped back, wiping drool from your mouth that you didn't even realize was slipping out.

Slipping out of Morgan's cunt, you saw that semen, thick heavy and creamy, was already leaking out of her overfilled pussy, running down her thighs.

Morgan nodded, stood up, turned around and bent over her desk, reaching behind herself and spreading her cheeks to show you her puffy, slightly reddened and cum dripping pussy.

"This one is for me," she said, looking back at you, "give me another load, lover," she spoke.

You nodded, breathing heavily as you took your spot behind her, and began rubbing your still erect cock's tip against her lustful fairy pussy.

"Fairy Godmother, if this is the price for your aid," you said, cheekily, "then sign me up for a thousand and one favors!"

"Never make that sort of declaration with the fair folk," Morgan said, smirking back at you, "I can make good on the promise for a thousand and more orgasms!"

"Looking forward to it!"

It wouldn't be then, but...

Several hours later, Morgan would realize that it was not you who had fucked up...