Hotel Chaldea Ep. Circe & Medea

Thick, mighty and tightly corded muscles, powerful sinews and heavy, sturdy bone, muscle on muscle, covered in a thick layer of insulating and shielding fat, a leg that delivered an earthshaking stomp that caused the loose leaves on the treetops, causing the branches to quake, seemingly the forest itself expressing its fear of the powerful entity that roamed it.

Grayish skin and rippling muscle, only a loincloth for apparel and a thick, gnarled and beaten club in its mighty, clawed hand, the overwhelming monster walked hunched over. It let out a snort, its elongated nostrils from its piggish snout letting loose twin clouds of steam, and it stomped forward once more, walking with purpose and with its dark, black and beady eyes set on the small wooden cottage with a little farm, in the middle of the forest.

Animals fled from the hulking monster, for even the dumbest of forest creatures knew better than to remain in its path, for all the mundane beasts and critters could detect something beyond the norm on sight.

It was an Orc, a mythical and phantasmal creature, and it was approaching the abode of a pair of elves who lived deep within the forest. A mother and daughter duo, separated from their kin by distance, vulnerable and ripe for the plucking... a fine and delicious meal, to be thoroughly savored and deliciously enjoyed.

The monster's stomps carried it towards the entrance of the house. It was big. Tall. Muscular. Fat even. It was so huge that it had to hunch over even more and bend its knees not to hit its head against the doorframe, and turn on its side to squeeze its broad shoulders past the entrance, as it pushed the door in, destroying it and forcing it out of its hinges.

Snorting and opening its mouth under its snout, the orc roared and swung its club, smashing the door to pieces and sending it flying into a wall, then turned to the terrified elves, who were in each other's arms, mother and daughter-

Strangling each other. On a couch, in the middle of the living room of a cottage that was way larger on the inside than it was outside.

"Uh. Ladies?" the orc began, "is everything okay in here?"

The elves were fantastically gorgeous creatures, with impossibly perfect, smooth and flawless skin. The mother had luxurious, long blue hair, half of it put up in a braid that crowned her head and then fell down her back, the rest allowed to flow free, and had a simple black dress on. She looked positively furious, her slender arms and perfectly manicured hands working and putting her utmost effort into throttling the daughter, a girl with multitone pink, orange and yellow hair, who wore an excessively sexy white number that hardly counted as a vest let alone any form of tunic, robe or dress and a white microskirt, she also had a large pair of wings that was throwing feathers everywhere, and a second pair on top of her head that seemed to act as a hairband ornament.

They didn't respond the first call, so the orc cleared his throat again. "Hey? I'm, uh, here to do the thing? You know? Big bad orc has brutal sex with sexy elves, mindbreaks them and then they live happily ever after as slaves to his cock?" the orc said, gesturing at his crotch through his loincloth.

"Y-You-" the elf playing the mother said, "it's ruined!" she moaned. "Auntie, you idiot!!" shrieked the blue haired woman.

Medea began to slam her so called aunt's head on the cushion repeatedly.

Moving swiftly, the orc grabbed Medea's shoulders and arms and wrists, gently, softly, pulling her back and away from the birdwoman she was beating up, her "we're not really sure about how distant our familiar relation is" aunt Circe, whose eyes were circling as she tried to catch herself.

Huffing, the blue haired, elven beauty sighed and leaned against the orc's arms. "My love," she said, running a hand along his grayish skin. "This isn't how it was supposed to be like," she sighed, "you were supposed to be a big, muscular, greenskinned orc," she said. "You know, like in Crafthammer," she explained, "not the pigman type of orc!"

"Eh?" the orc blinked. "Really?"

"Yes! But this- this idiot!!" she shouted, kicking at Circe, who was catching her breath.

"Oh come on!! You've seen a thousand "sexy servant loses to an ugly goblin" stories already, in fact you could probably use AI to replicate them they've been so overdone!" Circe contested, huffing hotly.

"Yes, because it's a classic, beautiful women being degraded by a base lowborn creature is a staple of porn for a reason," Medea argued.

"I- I have a question, why does Circe look like that? I thought she was supposed to play the innocent daughter type," the orc said, gesturing at the pointy eared siren.

"Oh, this?" Circe asked, gesturing at herself. "Well, I remembered you're not really into my travel-sized form," she said, affecting a smug smirk, "so I used my magic to give myself a body like Medea's, do you like it?"

"Well yeah, I mean, you said it, it's a body like Medea's!"

"See? I told you, it'd work itself out!" Circe said, smugly at Medea. "Besides the pigman orc is a classic!"

"In Japan! We're not even Japanese!" Medea argued.

"Look they have good taste sometimes! They like rice and they like big fat muscular pigmen making brutal love to beautiful women, what's not to love?"

"Ugh, this is why I never include you in any fun activities, you know?" Medea responded, rolling her eyes. "I know we have a rule not to kinkshame in Chaldea but you have issues you know?" she said.

Circe pouted at her.

"You know what, we're changing scripts," Medea said.

"We are??" the Orc asked. "Should I, uh, go back and come back in or-"

"No no, not at all, my dearest husband. We're dispensing with the roles, and instead, we are a loving couple," she said, "and that thing over there," she said, pointing at the 'thing', Circe, "is going to be my unruly, stupid and ill-behaved slutty little sister, sent to us for discipline and rehabilitation," she spoke.

"H-Hey, this is starting to sound a little dangerous, if you guys really want me to go- I'll go, you know? you don't have to, to do anything weird for my sake you know," Circe said, almost scrambling off the couch, but Medea caught her by the ankle, causing Circe's sole remaining sandal to fall off and then Medea pulled her towards herself and her husband.

"You know," Medea said with a bright smile, "this role suits you better than a cute and obedient daughter anyway," she said, then she tossed Circe at you, and you caught her, princess carry style.

"Hey there handsome, come here often?" Circe asked cheekily. "Don't look now but there's a very angry witch behind me," she said.

"This little slut did this because she wanted me to lose interest, so she could have you for herself," Medea said, "my loving husband," she said, licking her lips, "though I'm not particularly into the pigman look, I... can certainly see the appeal," she hummed. "In fact," she said, reaching towards her crotch, as she got on her knees. "Why don't you get my slutty bitch of a little sister," she mewled, "all nice, wet and ready for your thick fat cock," she moaned, as she got on her knees, "I'll get you ready," she moaned throatily, reaching for the orc's loincloth and undoing it, pulling it away to reveal-

Her eyes went wide and her jaw almost dropped.

"This is more horse than pig," she said, blinking in surprise. "How much of a size queen are you!?" she asked accusingly, looking up at Circe.

Circe's face was as red as a tomato as she was caught.

The cock in Medea's hands was big. And not just big. It was bigger than her arm big. It was the size of either of their thighs, it was so fat that it was hard to grab hold of it with both hands, barely managing to cover its circumference with her fingers, Medea's eyes widened as it began to grow hard. It was longer than the length of her forearm, and she just knew without a shadow of a doubt...

It was a true Monster Cock.

"I..." Medea swallowed, twice, thrice, hard, gulping severely, her own face red as she leaned forward and while keeping the raging stiff monster cock in place, began to place kisses and licks all over it, servicing it with care, attention and love. "Ahh, my husband... my husband, your cock... your cock is so big, so hard, so strong and so hot... it smells so strong..."

Circe sniffed and her eyes widened. "Oh, oh shit, I- I might've," she screwed her eyes shut as the orc put her down. "I think I made the pheromones... too strong," she said, taking a deep sniff as she too dropped to her knees beside Medea, and now, the two elves began working in tandem.

They were not tiny women, but they certainly looked like it, surrounding that enormous cock, it was so big that even with Circe having enhanced her breast size to match Medea, as they both pushed their chests against it, it wasn't fully covered. It was so big that the two of them could hug it and barely reach the other's back. It was so big that ot was touching their belly buttons even as their tongues began to lavish loving and wet attention on the thick red head, so dark it was almost purple, the glans almost thrumming with raw sexual energy.

The two of them kissed, suckled and devoured the cock while giving it a twin titjob and rubbing their flat stomachs against it, it was an image of sheer beauty and impossible degeneracy, as they completely lost themselves.

Content with this, the orc moved, dragging the two insensate elves with him, to sit on the couch, taking the two seats all for himself and spreading his legs, giving the elves enough space to get between his legs, and letting his enormous balls have enough room to rest.

Circe moved down, drooling heavily as she buried her face in the extremely huge ballsack that contained a ginormous pair of testicles, each the size of a large apple, rubbing her face, her cheeks, her nose, her lips and her tongue on the ballsack that was stretched to its limits as the testicles became engorged and even bigger with arousal.

She used her hands to lift them up and massage them, kissing and licking them as best as she could while nuzzling them as well, losing all thought and concentrating solely on the overpowering masculine musk and the pheromones scrambling her brain.

As she did this, however, Medea climbed on the couch and straddled the monster's monster cock, gulping as she looked onto the black eyes of her husband, placing her hands on her shoulders and then lowering herself... more and more... agonizingly slowly... until she kissed the glans with her cuntlips and then had to stop because it was so ungodly huge that it just wasn't going in.

At least, until Circe's hands reached for Medea's thighs and in a staggeringly sudden movement, she pushed Medea's hips down.

Medea's flat tummy suddenly looked very pregnant once more, and she really did cut the doujin image of the lithe, svelte elf getting absolutely crushed by a humongous orcish cock.

Circe was kissing and suckling her way up to about the halfway point of the cock, all that Medea had been able to take into her, then she began to use her hands on it to stroke the half of the cock that was behind what she could reach.

The two elves, playing a faithful wife and a slutty little sister, serviced the ginormous orc cock with all they had, Medea unable to move but shaking as best as she could and working her inner muscles-

The Orc roared, and then, his balls retracted into his crotch, so big and so huge and so full it was easy to tell.

It was like a bomb going off, an earthquake rumbled as he stomped his feet and thrust upwardly, getting ever so slightly more into Medea's overstretched overstuffed cunt and then making her almost visibly inflate for a moment before she was popped off almost like a poorly attached balloon, she collapsed chest on chest on her husband, and Circe dragged her tongue up to the orc's volcanic eruption of an ejaculation and she directed it at her face, at her chest and at her hair, getting not just covered but straight up plastered in extremely thick and heavy semen, covering her face and gluing her eyes shut, giving her a thick white sand sticky mask.

The Orc grabbed Medea by the ass and thighs with his huge hand and brought her face to kiss, sticking his fat and wide tongue into her mouth for a deep and loving kiss, and using the other hand to force Circe down and on her front, ass raised, rubbing his ginormous cock against her cheeks, demonstrating just how truly huge it was, and then lining up with her pussy, before pushing in and stuffing himself about three quarters of his length into her.

She howled in pleasure, losing control instantly, her wings suddenly spreading and beginning to glow and shine, at the same time as she was drooling and pissing herself, she hadn't just cum, she had passed out from the intensity of her orgasm and then come back to wakefulness only to cum her brains out almost literally all over again.

While still kissing Medea, the orcish husband then began to plow the winged elf, fucking her hard and fast while lovingly kissing his wife, all the way until he let go of the pink menace and then exploded once again.

Circe vomited out semen as she was overfilled, and then she too was almost shot off like a rocket, semen gushing out her cunt, mouth and nostrils for a moment after.

"What the hell- that's not how-"

Medea kissed his cheek. "My teacher made her body herself," she said gently. "Please remember we predate modern understanding of anatomy," she said, rubbing her husband's cheek.

Then the orc stopped. "Wait... does that mean I could, hypothetically, go all the way through and come out the other side and she'd be fine?"

"I... suppose?" Medea said. "She is a servant so, at the very worst, it would just do enough damage to force her to astralize to recover..." Medea blinked.

"That's strange. And kinda hot," the orc said, his voice rumbling. "Can you make me a little smaller so I can put it all the way inside you? I know you enjoyed the overstuffing but-"

She shook her head. "Once every so often is okay, but I do enjoy sweet and warm lovemaking with you as well," she said, resting her forehead against her husband. "But unfortunately I cannot undo her magic, we'll have to wait until my master," she said, pointedly not calling her by any familial term, "wakes up on her own..."

That... might take a while.

"So what'd you wanna do to pass the time?" the orc asked. "Would you like to watch a movie or-"

Medea gestured at the wall where the door had been smashed towards.

And the remains of a TV over there as well.

"Oh... I guess that's a bust," the orc said.

Medea then smiled, went over the seemingly random table near the middle of the room and bent over it, hiking her black dress over and revealing her pale ass and still dripping cunt, from which rivers of cum and pussy juice were fllowing, down her thighs and legs. "I think I have... another idea of how to pass the time."

Well then.

No sane person, porcine or otherwise, would pass such an offer.