Hotel Chaldea Ep. Kagetora

"This is the weirdest freaking thing I've ever done in my life," you muttered to yourself as your touch disabled the lock, and the chime, from the door you were about to cross. It silently slid open, quickly, yet softly.

For a moment, you thought about how you'd gotten into this mess...

... which you'd chosen to get into, purely out of curiosity. At this point, you hardly needed to employ the hotel's services, but being requested to try them out just to ensure that everything would go fine?

Hard to say no to Ritsuka, these days.

Especially considering she'd had the brightest, most evil and vile smile on her face, one that promised untold doom should you refuse. You'd never say no when you see the impending catastrophe looking you in the face!

Of course, as her pregnancy became more advanced, it seemed like all of its symptoms, including hormonal imbalances, were only getting worse. 

But none of that mattered right at that moment, because you could no longer ignore the mission set for you.

An old tradition of ages past, that had long since gone out of fashion. A bit of a dark history to it, but it had provided a spark of excitement when you'd first had it explained to you. It was exceedingly simple, at its core, and had a strange sense of romance to it, like it spoke to you as a young man, on a deep, primal level.

Which was a bit worrying, considering that your mission...

Well, it was to sneak into a 'maiden's' bedchambers and, well, lay with her for the night... well, it wasn't too complicated at least. 

The door was open. The hallway's lights had been dimmed, and inside was almost total darkness, only the barest hint of light, simulated moonlight from a window that was in reality a screen. The scenario had even gone as far as to have dim blue lights that gave a very atmospheric feel, and the AC in the room was turned up so that there was a chilly night wind.

You got down, crouching so as to reduce your visibility, and began crawling into the room.

Night crawling, as the practice was called, was an act where an unwed young man would sneak into the homes of unwed young girls, and approach them for sexual relations. Reports varied, of course, on whether this was always consensual or not, but to the degree that wikipedia could be trusted, at least it seemed to have been a mostly consensual practice.

For the purpose of making it more realistic, dummies had been placed in the room that would go on alert and sound an alarm, should you make too much noise in certain rooms. The first challenge, the hurdle to clear, was the living room, five tatami across, seven along, with a pair of dummies, in the form of young men, who would be the "brothers" in this setup. 

Sneaking around them was simple, all you had to do was simply step around them, and not bump into the very sparse furniture of the room.

The next one was only the littlest bit more complicated, because it was the "parents" couple, male and female dummies set in the middle of the room. The father was given a speaker that would reproduce a snoring sound, but it was actually a trap.

The snoring would be filtered out of the microphones in the room, but your steps wouldn't. It would mask the sound to yourself, however, and that would lower your guard. But you were quick on the uptake and even quicker on your feet, allowing you to tiptoe around the sleeping couple, making sure to stick to the wall, yet always keep your eyes ahead, making sure you didn't knock over any of the precariously balanced random bits of wood, statues and charms and whatever the couple had around their "room".

Until finally, you slowly, carefully, slid the screen door that lead to the 'prize' room open, and then closed it behind you.

Once again, the lighting was fake moonlight from a screen that acted as a window, but it was very well positioned and radiated down on the target.

She went by the name of Nagao Kagetora, or a longer and more complicated name, and she was, like many of the women in Chaldea, an almost otherwordly beauty. Needless to say, your heart was pumping. Excitement coursed through you at the thought of crawling into her room at night to lay with her.

As you had thought... the experience was definitely heightened by having gone through the process. It was weird, not something you'd ever thought you'd do, but it really did enhance the whole thing... still, you weren't done yet. You quietly, slowly, approached Kagetora, looking at her, as the moonlight illuminated her flawless skin.

She wore a really fancy looking lingerie set. Not the kind for sleeping in, you guessed at first glance. The base color was the same silvery white of her hair, and it was trimmed and detailed with black lace, much in the same way that she had tinted bits of her hair black. With said splashed around her, almost like a halo, she looked almost like an angel from on high.

A creature of purity, a young maiden. You put your hand on her shoulder, and opened your mouth to recite the words that you'd been told to, as part of your preparations, when-

Her hand moved like lightning, and air was forced out of your lungs, the world shifting around, almost like it was on a delay, as your mind caught up to what had just happened. No longer were you looking down at her, but instead, you were looking up at Kagetora, desperately gulping in air, feeling rather intense pain lancing from your arm through to your torso.

And she was grinning down like a loon at you, having let go of your arm just before she had seriously hurt you.

"What the- What just happened?!" you spoke, shocked, mouth hanging agape a little.

"You're in my grasp now," she said, and you realized she was straddling you. In preparation for this, you'd divested yourself from all your clothes but your underpants, and since she was wearing nothing but her own lacy thong and bra set, you didn't have a lot of fabric between your dick and her labia, which your dick was enjoying quite a bit.

You had been excited before, but as she softly and seemingly absent mindedly rubbed herself on you, you were starting to get hard. 

She placed her hands on your chest and looked down at you. "Oh! It's you! You're the master of the Fruit Salad girl!" she said.

"Fruit salad girl?" you asked, in confusion. 

"Her name is Mana! She is a strange one, but I suppose that's magicians for you," she said, nodding sagely. "But that's not the matter for now!" she said, poking your chest, "our battle has only just begun, but you've already fallen to me!"

"W-What? Battle?" you asked, blinking.

"Of course!" She said, then gestured at herself, "I am wearing the appropriate armor for this encounter, as Master indicated! This is where young bucks and maidens test their mettle against each other, meeting in heated and passionate wrestling!"

What.

Wrestling?!

There was no way she was that naive. "This isn't a fight-"

She laughed, nodding, "but it is a competition nonetheless! I, Nagao Kagetora, avatar of Touhachi Bishamonten, have responded to your challenge, and I will show you that the War God's might is unmatched, be it in open battle in the fields, a closed and perilous siege, or even the bedroom!"

Oh my god.

She was a dork.

And even worse, she was a dork who took every single word she herself said seriously! The greatest among the eight grader syndrome, those who had gone as far as proclaiming themselves the incarnation of a God, and act upon that belief!

She rubbed her thong-clad pussy against your cock, thoughts almost evaporating as she began to move back and forth, sighing briefly in pleasure. "Ahhn, I never got to experience this before..!" she muttered. "Is this what the young men were doing, rather than preparing for battle?" she muttered, closing her eyes, and beginning to rub herself furiously against you, little pants and moans escaping her as she did so.

She made short work of your doubts and hesitation with that movement, and as she became more intense, more desperate to increase the feeling, you found yourself responding, more and more openly, your cock becoming as hard as a rock, giving her even more surface area to rub against, which she reacted to with lewd approval.

You could even see, in the dim, bluish moonlight, the front of her panties moistening, becoming damp and dark, a grayish spot amidst the whitish silver... exciting. She was turned on, and so were you... but this was wrong.

This was all wrong!

She rubbed her pussy on you some more, letting out a tiny, feminine moan, licking her lips. "I can't wait anymore," she said, "give it to me..." she moaned. "Admit defeat..!"

What?

Oh... ohhh, she had misunderstood the entire thing, hadn't she? She thought it was some sort of battle, or competition, or challenge, and she seemed to think- right, some wires must have gotten crossed or something, and she understood the giving of consent part to be her having to be defeated, somehow, or claimed, or whatever.

Well then...

If that was how she wanted to play it, then that's how you were going to play it too...

Your hands moved, grasping onto her naked thighs. She was soft and smooth only on the surface, your fingers were stopped damn near immediately by rock hard muscles, that you ran your fingers over, enjoying the incredible feel of power that coursed beneath the seemingly deceptive softness.

She grinned down at you. "Ah! You've got some fight in you yet! But the Avatar of Bishamonten cannot-"

Your hands moved. You could never claim to be the fastest in the world, or with the best hand eye coordination, but if there was something you had learned in the time you had been in Chaldea, it was that being unexpected and interrupting your partner to catch them unbraced was always more effective!

Be it in games, battles, or the bed, a sneak attack was always more effective!

Your hands grasped onto her delightfully firm, full butt, squeezing it and massaging it, as she gasped and moaned in surprise, her words interrupted.

Before she could catch her bearings, you used the single moment of relaxation, where her strength wasn't bearing down on you, to buck your hips, and throw her off of her seat, following her, spinning around until you were pinning her down, pressing her in an almost animalistic style, or rather, like a press bearing down on her, legs up in the air.

You grinned down at her, in the movement, you had managed to slip her panties up, and off of one of her legs, having them rolled up almost into a thigh band, unable to quite get them off.

So now you pressed your hard cock, through your underpants, directly into her labia, wet and sloppy as they were.

She gasped. "Ahh..! I underestimated you, but-"

You shut her up with a kiss, pressing your lips to hers, and at the same time using one of your hands to begin teasing her left breast, sneaking your right hand under the cup of her bra to touch her nipple directly, while your left hand pulled down the waistband of your underwear to expose your rigid cock.

At the same time as you were kissing her fiercely, you lined yourself up, teasing her lips with your cock, and testing her wet insides until you found the right hole...

You parted with her lips and waited until she began to speak, to make another declaration, but before a single word could come out, you thrust all the way in, dragging a lewd shriek from her, as an entirely unexpected and seemingly new experience shook her world.

She looked like the kind that wasn't used to losing, and it was likely that she could run roughshod over almost any man, and no doubt, most would simply melt in the wonderful wet warmth of her pussy. She was no virgin, that much was certain, but she still retained a strange quality of inexperienced enthusiasm, squeezing and massaging you in irregular patterns.

But when it came down to it, she was nothing compared to the terrifying presence that was Medb when she was horny!

"Nnnghahhh, this- this is- incredible- but- but I'm not, d-defeated, nnyeeeayhhhiiii!"

And then you began to move, at first slowly pulling out, then pushing back in, pressing her into the mats that made up her room, the futon having been kicked away in the scuffle. 

She was very tight, and only getting tighter as you began sawing in and out of her, clearly trying to squeeze her internal muscles. No doubt this was training coming to fruition, but still, you had experience to spare, and this woman was giving you a run for your money!

"Agh... you're..! Pretty good!" you grunted out, picking up the pace, "but how about! ThiiIISS!" you growled out, increasing your speed and changing your angle, now playing with both of her breasts, pushing up the bra to get easier access, flicking her nipples, which caused her eyes to widen open in shock, just a taste test of what was about to come.

Your fingers pinched her nipples, giving her a dose of pain that broke up the pleasure, at the same time as you intensified your thrusting and changed your angle one final time, her mouth agape, open wide in a silent scream of pleasure and lust, because you struck her weakest, most sensitive point, triggering a potent orgasm that made her pussy go crazy on you, losing all control and desperately milking your orgasm out of you.

When you could hold no more, looking into her greenish yellow eyes, almost insensate with pleasure, you offered her one final grin and then moved so you could whisper directly into her ear... "it's my victory..!" you whispered, before you unclenched your muscles and allowed the pleasure you were barely holding back to overwhelm you, like an explosion, triggering your orgasm and flooding her insides with thick white dick milk, causing her to moan, long, hard and deliciously. 

You groaned into her ear for a moment, before catching yourself and claiming her lips once more, your hips moving slightly, as if using her inner folds to stroke yourself, to squeeze out every last drop, so it would go inside her.

This dirty practice, it had such a clandestine feel that you couldn't help but want to carry it through to the end.

When you tried to pull back, you realized that, at some point, she had grabbed onto your back.

"N-ngn, not y-yet..!" she said, "I'm not done yet!" she challenged, eyes fierce once more, a grin forming on her face.

Well then... if she was up to it, then so were you. "A-Alright," you said, panting a little.

The night was young, and you were going to make as much use of it as you could!

She was swift and strong, and managed to reverse your positions, once more putting herself on top, sitting on your cock now. She licked her lips. "I fought you as a Lancer, but now it's time to show my chops as a Rider..!" she muttered, "be prepared, for I'll be taking you fully seriously from now on!"

"Bring it on!" you called.

And so the ride began, and the spirit of challenge would keep the two of you going hard, deep into the night.