Hotel Chaldea Ep. Tamamo 3

"Shimapan day..?"

"Striped panties day!" Medea said, eyes twinkling. You put your daughter down on her crib, pulled up the covers and then activated the spells that would keep her at a comfortable temperature and would send warning signals should she need anything, while at the same time dampening the sound coming from outside. A marvel of modern magical parenting.

Patting her fondly, she shook a little and adjusted her position. She was looking remarkably more like Medea with each passing day, save for her dazzling green eyes, glittering like emeralds whenever she curiously looked at something.

"Yes I got it the first time," you replied, rubbing the bridge of your nose, "I'm not sure this is relevant," you said. "'s not like you participate?"

"That's silly," she said, "of course I participate," she said. "You think I'd miss this chance?" she asked. "The King of Knights only puts on striped panties once every year! I never miss my opportunity to watch her show!" 

"... w-what..?" you asked. "I am so confused. Why is this the first time I'm hearing of this? What kind of show?"

"Oh, it's become a custom every year, but it started as a standard special night, where all the costumes worn by the girls who danced on the pole would involve a pair of striped panties," Medea explained. "Master was going through a phase and she was really into making older women cosplay as schoolgirls," she explained.

"... do you-"

"I still have mine yes," Medea said, "I will wear it for you later dear but I cannot miss my opportunity to see Artoria show everyone her cute side," she explained. "I bought new glowsticks for this," she said, snapping her fingers and space and time promptly folded and bent at her direction to spit out a pair of rather phallic looking glowsticks, blue and gold, reminiscent of the greatest Holy Sword of them all. "I even bought the golden ticket with my savings so that I can have a chance to have a private lap dance!"

"A chance?" you asked. "... is this another gacha?"

"Nnnno..?" Medea said.

You put your hands on her shoulders. "Medea, baby, love, light of my life, my wife and mother of my beautiful daughter..." you said, "are you seriously going to go to a strip club at night then roll a gacha to see if you can get an intimate lap dance from a woman who very definitely thinks you're more than a bit creepy?"

There was a long, drawn out pause. Almost as drawn out as her pregnancy even.

But finally, she caved. "Yes. Yes I am."

You nodded to her, then you dug into your pocket, and produced something different from the golden ticket she had bought. It was a black card, the size of a standard debit or credit card, black in color with the engraved image of the Chaldea Logo in gold, and on the reverse side, the engraved "VIP" acronym.

"Is, is this-"

"Yep, it's what you think it is," you said.

"But, but how-" she shook her head. "If you didn't know, how..? No, nevermind, I will not look a gift horse in the mouth," she said, "when I'm this close to glory!" she said, "with this, I can skip the line and the gacha for sure..." she said. "I, my husband, my love, you- I can never repay you- but here," she said, passing you her ticket. "Please use this."

"Most women would not be happily sending their husband off with a ticket for a free lap dance on a strip club," you said, dryly. "I'm sensing you want me out of the way so you can concentrate fully on your waifu."

"I regret ever teaching you what the term means!" she joked, jokingly slapping your arm, "but so what if I am?!" she said, hugging you. "You understand me better than anyone after all!"

You nodded. Yes, indeed. Medea wasn't exactly happy to send her man off to be with another woman, and you could tell... no, she was happy that you two could be so open and frank with one another. Once upon a time, she had told you a few times, she had been the sort of woman who would threaten to chop her husband's privates off if he so much as looked at someone else. She'd rather not act like the insane madwoman she had been during those times, when her mind was addled by the power of the Greek Gods. 

Maybe a little bit of an overcorrection, but you weren't about to complain about getting to go see a strip show with your wife. You even got a VIP table and the show was indeed quite charming and actually involved surprisingly complex dancing. There were several performances, and indeed, all of them involved striped panties in one way or another. The final show of the night, before the servants of Chaldea became available for some private alone time, was indeed a show involving most of the cast. 

Medea's eyes were glued to the King of Knights, in a blue school uniform, but you took in everyone, including the one you knew as Artoria the Lancer, who nearly burst out of her teacher cosplay even before she started to strip, and even Nero and Tamamo made an appearance, the former dancing in a fluttery idol skirt, the latter, in an outfit most similar to her own, except, of course, with somehow even less fabric, and which seemed enchanted to move all over the place to show off her ass.

There was a little bit of storytelling even, enhanced by the voice of Scheherazade introducing every show and explaining what it was about... The fact that Artoria had agreed to be the main character in a sort of very slutty strip club play that explained a girl's descent into debauchery when she failed to find a job after school was interesting...

But in the end, people began to disperse and most went to play the gacha, while Medea used the VIP card to secure herself a lap dance from Artoria.

And you?

You hit the machine, input the golden ticket and out came a gacha ball that contained a slip with a name.

A familiar one.

Tamamo no Mae, the slutty fox miko, with a room number attached. Didn't take long to find it, and in you went. It was small and private, mostly covered in plush red carpet, even the ceiling and walls, and it had a spot where you figured a pole would lower from the ceiling based on what it looked like, mirrors on the walls to either side of the door and on the door itself, and a comfortable seat.

You drank the complimentary drink that was waiting for you in the room, set the glass aside, and waited for just a minute, before the woman would show up.

"Mikoon~ This heavenly fox wife is coming in to earn her keep and make her husband happy and I'm- oh! It's you," she said, suddenly souring as she recognized you, then she fixed her face and though strained, got back her previous cheer. "Please enjoy this cheating fox wife's lap dance," she said, striking a pose, raising her right leg and both arms, showing off her armpits, thighs, legs and ass by turning her profile towards you, making hand signs with two fingers raised, and her middle and ring fingers meeting her thumbs. "If you have any requests, this slutty shrine maiden will endeavor to fulfill all your wildest dreams!"

You looked at her crotch, indeed, striped panties...

Honestly, the thought was a little silly, but you couldn't help but want to interact with the day's gimmick.

"Hm... I want to feel your cute striped panties all over my cock, why don't you go ahead and give me a pantyjob?" 

"Mikon!?" she blinked. "You want me to use my panties?" she asked.

"Yep," you agreed, popping the P while looking at her. White and blue, the blue a little lighter than the color of her clothes. Very cute. Almost childish even. A sharp contrast to the very well developed and mature figure of the foxwoman, it only made them more enticing. "First, show me what your behind looks like in those panties."

"You... you're a hopeless degenerate and pervert!" she said. "Oh, why must my master like you?" she bemoaned, "my beloved husband," she said, clasping her hands together, "deliver this poor, lovely, innocent little wife from her labor," she begged.

There was a moment's pause.

Then she looked upset for a moment, then turned around, sighing. "Fine, seems like I'm not getting out of this," she said, her fluffy tail twitching as she reached behind herself and moved her sexy slutty kimono out of the way, bending forward and raising her tail, showing off the ass the foxy vixen had seduced countless men with, and it didn't take a genius to figure out how. Beyond the enticing waving of her adorably fluffy looking tail, her ass was a work of art, and somehow, it looked even better covered by that pair of striped white and blue panties.

Strange to think and stranger to say, the effect was working really well. Contrasting the almost childish innocence of the article of clothing itself, with the fact that a super sexy woman was wearing them... Stretching them to their limit... 

"Here I go," she said, as you released your cock from the prison of your pants. You weren't stiff as a rock yet, but the show from earlier and Tamamo's sexy body had you most of the way there already, and the release of pressure felt good.

She backed up onto you. You didn't exactly know how the club conducted this sort of affair, it was a special gimmick day, but you weren't interested in that either. Instead, you leaned back, and let Tamamo fulfill the request you made just as she said she would, pressing her panty-clad butt against your cock, the soft, smooth fabric was the first thing you felt, and then you felt her body.

You felt her buttcheeks, her cameltoe, the slight wet feel of her juices, she'd gotten horny from the show it seemed.

She gasped. "Ngnh, this is... I'm sensitive because of the show, it's not that I enjoy the feel of your wife-stealing netorare penis on my slutty cheating wife pussy!" she said, as she began to rub herself against you, her ass, her pussy, through her soft and delightful panties, rocking her hips, pressing her weight against your cock as she moved, slowly but surely figuring out the rhythm and angle she needed to use to bring you pleasure.

"I believe your people call this sumata," you hummed, "it feels... better than expected... keep going like that, a little more pressure, yeah, just like that, your panties feel good against my cock," you said, sighing in pleasure.

"Ngnnh... this isn't faaair!" she bemoaned. "Due to the command seal I can't even lie and say this feels bad, you evil brute, you really have a netorare cock you know?!" she complained, panting, "even though I want to be a good and loyal wife my harlot instincts always come out!"

You couldn't help but laugh. Tamamo was a walking disaster in mythology, a woman who would bring ruin to an empire, from her sheer seductive power... what would the historians think if they saw her now, a woman who was literally losing to her own pussy while giving sumata to someone other than the master she had pledged herself to?

She was panting and moaning as she rubbed against you, as she stroked you with her panty-clad butt and cunt. It was strange, it really shouldn't feel that good but it did, you could feel the fabric sliding along your cock in a way that skin never did, a different type of friction, and the image just made it all the better.

But the stimulation wasn't enough. "That's enough," you said, as if to stop her. "Next, I want you to put your panties on your chest and then give me a titjob and pantyjob at the same time," you said. 

"Ngnh, okay, fine - why don't you tell me to wear the cop cosplay too while we're at it," she said, rolling her eyes.

You blinked. "Thoughts for later," you said, "for now, just do it."

She nodded. "Well it felt good," she said, sounding somewhat conflicted. "Ugh, if I lose concentration, I really will break on your cock," she said, standing up and sneaking a glance at it. It felt bad to lose the sensation of her panty-clad ass and pussy, but soon, something even better would come to surpass it.

She pulled down her panties and her kimono suddenly began to glow bright, before disappearing into motes of light. "This is easier," she muttered, before slipping her panties all the way down, stepping her dainty feet off the panties one by one, and then sighing, pulling them up to her chest and with a little bit of work but clear expertise that showed it wasn't her first time doing it.

"Ngh... I haven't done this," she muttered, "alright, here it goes..." 

She breathed in, puffing her chest out, stretching the panties appropriately, then she moved forward and then captured your cock in the valley between her glorious gazongas, her beautiful breasts, her bountiful bosom, her massive mammaries, her terrific titties, there were no shortage of adjectives to describe them and you almost felt like you could write poetry about the amazingness of Tamamo no Mae's panty-titjob, first it was just like a regular titfuck, but within moments she was already adjusting her position.

The waistband of the panties felt a little strange when it came into contact with your cock but it didn't take long for the tip of your meat rod to make it out of the heavy yet soft pressure of her titflesh, which was held firmly together by her panties... only to be caught by the soft, warm and most importantly, very thoroughly moisturized fabric of her panties. 

Her pussy juice had soaked into the panties, and made the experience all the sweeter.

She panted and moaned. "Ngnh, this heat is... intense..!" she muttered. "This is a penis that any emperor would be proud of," she muttered, shaking her head, "this really is the worst timeline, I've avoided every netorare pitfall, I've even survived goblins and ugly bastards, yet I'm gonna fall for a man my master considers a friend? What sort of crappy plot twist is this!?"

You sighed in pleasure and luxuriated in the feel of her heartbeat through her chest muscles and the vibrations of her breasts, and the feeling of her panties and the feeling of her heat and everything all the same. Even more important was the slightly confusing but very enticing praise she was heaping upon you... Tamamo was a bitch and a half but she knew what she was doing... and so did you.

"Kiss the tip of my dick through your panties and stroke me," you ordered, waving your hand in an imperious fashion.

"Mikon!?" she blinked. "Wait, did you figure out-"

"Yeah, I figured out that you wouldn't be participating willingly in something like this unless Ritsuka ordered it..." you said. It just made sense. It also explained why she was so forceful about remarking on her being a slutty cheating whore. She was probably being punished for something she did. "You pissed her off badly, huh?"

"How was I supposed to know that flirting with those men and women would be bad?! I thought she was into netorare!" Tamamo cried out, mewling as she felt your cock throb between her breasts. "A-And you, stop that!" she said. "Seriously!!"

"You fool!" you called out. "Ritsuka is into the fantasy of it, but you took it too far!" you said, "it's something she can masturbate to but if you do it outside the safe environment of the bedroom or without prior agreement, it just becomes cheating! Wake up!" you harshly chastised her.

"B-But- you're telling me this while," she sniffed, "ahhn, even the smell is so strong..!" then she shook her head, "if that's the case, then why is my punishment always like this!?"

"Because it gives her control," you said, putting a hand on top of her head. "You know this, don't you?" you said, grinning as you bunched up her pink hair. "After all... you're getting off on this as much as I am, aren't you, you harlot?"

"Don't- don't call me that!" she panted, her hands on her breasts, her movements lacking refinement as she stroked you with her breasts and her panties and occasionally pecked the tip of your dick through the fabric of her panties. "W-What are you even saying-"

"You and Ritsuka really are made for each other, huh?" you chuckled, panting, "ngnh, I'm getting closer, keep going, just like that... I'll give you a titty creampie, then you can put these cute panties back on and go to Ritsuka, maybe you two can have a deep tongue kiss while you feel my hot sticky load all over your cunt, your underwear totally soaked in my seed!!" you roared, throwing your head back.

Tamamo panted and cried out with another "Mikooon~!" that was louder and longer than the others, screwing her eyes shut, her tail wagging behind her from the effort of her motions, and her movements even becoming faster and more intense, you felt her tits and her panties and her skyrocketing heartbeat all together. 

The thought of going to kiss her master with your load all over her underwear seemed to do the trick for her, and her getting so turned on she lost her mind was enough to kick you over the edge, and you erupted within her panties, filling them with thick, hot and sticky dick milk as you had promised you would, your extremely prodigious load making more than enough to thoroughly overfill the garment and give her some for her tits as well, making her wet and sticky and stinky with your seed.

The two of you panted, heavily, as the waves of pleasure lessened with time. She was also trying to pretend she hadn't come from giving a man a titjob.

"H-hey," she said, shaking her head a little. "You... really think she'll like it if I show up wearing these soiled panties?" she asked. "To be honest I'm not... entirely sure I understand this fetish," she admitted finally. "To begin with I usually seduce men, and most of the time when I so much as looked at someone else, they'd get mad, and Master does so as well sometimes, but then- then she makes me be with a dozen men at once!" she said, clearly upset and annoyed. "I don't understand it at all!" she finally expressed, her hands on her breasts, working peeling off the soiled panties.

You chuckled.

"It's easy," you said. "It's a matter of trust. When you're here, she knows where you are, she knows what you're doing, she believes that no matter what, you'll come back to her when you're done and then you're gonna hug and kiss and then it'll all be better," you explained, thinking about your own relationships, especially considering Medea was right now getting a lap dance that would return her to you about ready to go for a weeklong fuck marathon from how horny she'd be. "I guess in the end it just comes down to knowing that the love you share is stronger?"

"But then, why was she upset when I tried to flirt with those people?" Tamamo asked, "doesn't she like that?"

"Well, think about what's different now and then," you asked. 

"... does Master just... like pimping me out?" Tamamo said, blinking almost owlishly. "Is that it?" she asked. 

"Well... I can't speak for Ritsuka, you'd have to ask her directly," you said, rubbing your chin. You could only talk about the fact that Ritsuka literally masturbated to porn you and two of her closest confidants made play-acting a scene of cheating. "But I think Ritsuka just likes watching the people she loves get off," you finally said. "Did you ever tell her that you were only trying to turn her on?"

There was a moment's pause.

"You didn't," you flatly said. "Well, put those on," you said, gesturing to the panties in Tamamo's hands, "and go apologize for not understanding her and then have some wild reconciliation sex and also give her a kiss and say hi from me when you get there."

"You know," Tamamo said, "you might not be so bad after all," she said, scratching her cheek, before giving you a smile. "Alright, I'll go do that," she said. "Oh, and would you be willing to help if this works out and Ritsuka really likes this sort of thing?"

"Of course," you said, nodding. "Just make sure you clear it with her and then I'll be down."

"Thank you," she said, standing up and then bowing, pulling on the panties which looked soaked, and made a wet and squishy sound when she pulled them up against her cunt. There was a moment's pause. "Tell absolutely no one that I was having marital problems with my master," she said, "I am the perfect heavenly fox wife and that's that!"

"Sure, fine, don't worry about that, I'm not telling anyone," you said.

You were absolutely going to tell Medea, naturally.

She regaled you with a genuine smile, and then turned around, and left.

Not long after, so did you, heading to your room to check up on your child, who was sleeping like a baby indeed. 

You even had time for a little nap before Medea finally came back.

You'd grossly underestimated how horny she was going to be after she got her lap dance though, but that's a story for another day.