Hotel Chaldea Ep. Dark Magician Girl

"I activate the effect of Magician's Souls, and send a level six spellcaster monster," the happy blonde said, as she pulled a card from her deck that bore her likeness, winking with a smile as she put it on the correct zone, "to pay for it! That's what I mean when I say 'as a cost'," she explained.

You nodded. "Ah, so that makes sense, if you need to do it in order to activate the effect, then that means that it's a cost, and thus I can't disrupt it with a card that negates effects, right?" you said.

"That's correct!" she said. "Now, with its effect, I can discard, well, itself, to bring back the card I dumped into the graveyard, or another card that meets the criteria," she explained, pulling a card that read "Dark Magician" and featured a man in fancy armor, and putting it on the field. 

"But now I can actually respond, right? I can use this trap card," you said, raising the pink card with the old man on it that she had explained to you earlier. 

"That is correct, that card uses half of all your lifepoints to negate basically anything that can be negated," she explained, smiling widely. "You're getting the hang of it!" she praised. 

"This is fun," you admitted, "I thought it was super complicated at first, but- I guess it's all about how you tackle it," you admitted. "My job probably looks very complicated from outside but I've broken it down enough that it's pretty simple to me. Same principle," you nodded to yourself.

"Well, this is a rather simplified version, we can get a bit more complex later!" she said, waving her hand.

As she said that, you were interrupted by a man with extraordinarily fabulous hair, rich brown skin covered only in rather fancy linen robes decorated with gold, and an expression of amusement and resignation. "I see you're having fun," he said. "Please don't neglect your job."

The girl who called herself the Apprentice Dark Magician saluted. "Of course not, Master Boss Man!" she said. "Lord Ozymandias, always a pleasure to see you!"

Behind the fabulous man, a rather more familiar person came through the door, grinning widely. "We're going to karaoke, Nitocris will be there," he said, looking at you pointedly.

You blinked. "She, uh, has been avoiding me lately, I don't think she'd be comfortable with me there."

The man threw his head back and laughed. His voice gave you the impression that he would've made an excellent and very memorable stage actor, some people just had a certain power to them, a charisma that others didn't have. "If that is what you believe, then I shall watch with great amusement. What say you, Apprentice!"

"I've still got a bit more work to do here, to finish our paperwork," she said. "We owe the Master a lot for that Zorc situation, so please, forgive me my lord, but I cannot join you."

"I appreciate dutifulness, but do not allow yourself to be consumed entirely by work either," her boss said, nodding. "Do relax some as well. As for us... I've got a pair of leather pants to squeeze into."

"Way ahead of you!" Ozymandias shouted, grabbing at his baggy pants, and then pulling them off to reveal absolutely  fantastically fit leather pants, which showed damn near everything while covering him completely.

"O-Oh my," the apprentice said, eyes glued to the titanic bulge at the front of those pants.

"Dayum," you agreed.

"Let us go, successor, I will show you why they call me the King of Dance!"

Ozymandias grabbed the so called successor, and pulled him away.

"Well that just happened," you said. "It's always a riot whenever Ozymandias is involved."

The girl teaching you cards laughed. "Ah, it's nice to see the Master relax, even if it required his Great Predecessor to get him to relax a little!" she said. "Speaking about relaxing... how about we play a game for real now?"

You blinked. "Well, that seems nice," you said. "I don't have anything to put up for the ante though," you said, laughing. "I could put up money I guess?"

"We don't have to ante anything in specific, we could substitute, but... well, I have no use for money... how about we play for something more interesting?" she asked, grinning. "Best of three, loser strips!"

"What?" you weren't really that shocked, but... had you heard right? She didn't seem to mind dressing rather skimpily, and you were at this point getting rather used to the weird shenanigans of perversion that happened randomly. "I heard you right, right?"

"Right!" she winked, rosy cheeks glowing a little brighter. "What do you say?"

"Well, if you really wanna see me naked that bad," you shrugged, it didn't really matter. "We can go for a game or two."

"Awesome! We'll use sealed decks to make it fair!" she said, nodding. She grabbed at the bag she'd brought with her, the supplies she had, and passed you a box, while grabbing a similar one for herself. "Quick, heads or tails?"

"Heads," you said.

"Tails," she announced as she flipped a coin in the air, and there it was, tails. "Right, I start, you go second," she said. "Right... I'll draw my initial cards, as we discussed..." she said, pulling four cards from the deck, "and go into the draw phase..."

It would take a good hour or so, but... well...

"I'm really glad this place has central heating," you said, sitting on the cold bench.

Opposite you, the fact that it was a little bit of a chilly air was rather visible, by the little pink pebbles that your blonde opponent had. She was also down to a single card in her hand, her entire combo having fallen apart - a desperate gambit ended by a single topdeck, as you negated the effect of her primary playmaker.

"I wish I could say I know what I'm doing."

"I've been playing this game for decades and I have no idea either," she said, giving you a smile and a thumbs up. "I swear Pegasus balances this game by throwing darts into a board," she said, as she put her hand on top of her deck. "Alright, it's your victory," she said, "I concede."

You pumped your fist in the air.

"But we both wound up naked anyway," the Magician said, laughing. 

You nodded, standing up from the cold hard bench. Luckily, the game room was empty, but it wouldn't be the first time people played strip poker here into the dark night. Granted, this time there wasn't an extremely muscular scotsman to be the sink of bad luck.

She stood up as well, stretching her arms. "That was a well played game, hard fought to the bitter end!" she said, giving you a grin and showing you her fist, which you bumped accordingly. "I was right about you," she said. "Alright, you've defeated me... I'm at your mercy now, you big badass conqueror!"

You blinked. "I mean, we could get dressed and go. You said you had work, right?"

You technically had work as well, but, Koyanskaya was more than able to take care of simple and irrelevant reports of continued surveilance, and if there was anything important, she had orders to come interrupt you.

So that meant you didn't have anything urgent...

She pouted, balled up fists on her hips. "What's the matter? Am I not good enough for you as the spoils of war?" she asked. "This is how it goes, you've defeated me, therefore, you must claim me. I put myself as ante."

"We didn't-" you rubbed the bridge of your nose. "Something tells me we would not be having this conversation had you won."

She laughed. "True," she admitted. "But then you wouldn't be worthy of being my partner if you'd lost!" she said, winking. "So how about it?"

"What about your job?" you asked. "You turned down Karaoke for this."

She waved her hand. "Master told me to relax, I'm relaxing, and my job can wait until tomorrow!"

"I'm running out of excuses here," you admitted. "And to be honest..." you looked her up and down, her soft looking, smooth skin, a healthy pink color, the light tuft of pubic hair the same blond color of her hair, the mischievous little smirk, the pose she struck to show off the curves of her body, and of course, those bright eyes that promised something lewd... "Not sure why I'm making excuses at all!"

"Me neither," she said, stepping back until she was at another of the game tables, climbing atop it and spreading her legs, stretching her arms towards you. "Come here and claim the prize for your victory!"

You hummed, grabbed at the good luck charm that you hadn't removed in so long it was almost part of you, and then you stepped towards her, allowing her to embrace you, her large breasts pressing against your chest as you met with a rather heavy kiss, lips mashing and tongues entwining, hands exploring each other's bodies. She gasped and moaned as you went at her neck with kisses and sucks, just short of giving her a hickie, before you pulled back and looked her in the eye.

"What about him? You looked pretty taken with him," you said.

"He has another," she replied, simply and clearly. "I'm afraid I'm but a sorry imitation of the original," she said, sounding a little bit sad and defeated. "But... but I want to be happy too," she said. "I want to be with someone who wants me for who I am, not for who I... nevermind," she said, shaking her head.

You kissed her again. "You're a charming young lass, can't see why anyone wouldn't want you," you said, "and that's not even accounting for this amazing body you've got with you."

She giggled. "See, I like that," she said, "I like a man that doesn't pretend that he's only after my intelligence. I worked hard on this body too, you know!" she said, winking. "Besides... it's all so fake anyway..." she sighed. "But this," her hand grasped your cock, throbbing, pulsing, "this heat is real, isn't it? I'm no illusion magician, I can never be, but... I can just be your dark magician girl, right? That's okay, right?" she asked.

You hummed, and her eyes, in the depth of blue, like glittering sapphires, showed only a hint of vulnerability.

"Right?" she repeated.

"Yeah..." you said, simply and clearly, communicating without hesitation or doubt. You kissed her, deeply, and then she guided your cock into her vagina, and you pushed with your hips, splitting her lips, and entering an incredibly tight virgin hole. A rarity, here in Chaldea, and one you welcomed quite a bit. Gently, slowly, you ground yourself into her...

Making sure to massage her with your cock, to kiss her, to caress her, to play with her breasts and keep her relaxed and aroused and feeling good. She hissed a little bit in pain when you went a bit too fast, but her hands held firmly, her arms wrapped around your shoulders, and she pressed your body against hers, eyes closed, letting out a strangled little sob, her legs wrapping around the small of your back, ankles against your butt.

"It's okay," she panted, "it hurts a little, but it feels, it feels so good," she moaned. "Please... don't stop... show me, show me what I've been missing," she said.

You kissed her neck, and held her firmly as you began to implacably push towards her deepest reaches, to massage her inner walls with your penis, and making sure to never, at any point, stop caressing her and kissing her and showing her affection. She wanted it, she wanted it so badly, that it was almost more effective to get her hot than your cock spearing her.

As you finally bottomed out inside her, your hips rested against hers, and you pulled back, looking her in the eye, her hands grabbing onto your cheeks. "Please, make use of me... just... just don't throw me away, don't get rid of me, that's all I ask... just don't replace me," she moaned, "and I'll be yours until the end..."

Wincing, you began pulling back. She whimpered a little, pain and loss staining her voice, and then you pushed yourself back in, and she let out a little moan... and then you did it again, and again, and again... you rocked your hips, back and forth, left and right, up and down, making sure she was ready to take you, and then you climbed atop the table, pushing her down against its hard surface, made vastly more comfortable by the green felt it was covered in. One of the Poker Tables here, it felt soft and nice to the touch, even as your knees rested on it.

Solid as well... almost as if a certain perverted master had insisted on them being able to take a pounding. 

You couldn't think of that now, though, as you straddled the blonde with your cock still inside her. 

She smiled at you, a smile of affection and satisfaction. "Say it... say it," she said, "please!" she begged.

You hummed. "Become mine... become my woman," you muttered, leaning down so you could whisper into her ear, "be mine..."

She giggled. "I swear," she agreed, and then you pushed yourself down all the way to the hilt, a prelude before you began to fuck her in earnest. She shrieked, and your lips met hers, and your tongues danced together.

It became a bit of a blur, as you fucked her so hard the table creaked and protested, but held nonetheless - you fucked her so hard the felt under tore a little, and let's not even get into the fact that it was quickly becoming stained by the amazing river of pussy fluid she was spilling.

As you fucked her, you began to reach  your limit. "Here it comes... the first!" you said, "where- where do you want it!?" you panted.

"In-inside! I want, I want my first load from my new master inside me!" she cried, tossing her head back.

You hilted yourself once again, your balls slapping against her ass, and then unleashed yourself, letting the pleasure and semen burst forth, your entire world going white for a few moments, as it seemed like your own orgasm triggered hers something fierce, because she bucked, cried, shook and almost threw you off, and it seemed like it was a goddamn hour until your senses returned, and you felt the frankly excessive amount of cum that she had wrung out of you start to spill out of where you two were joined.

She panted, giggling, and looked up at you, cheeks pinker than ever. "That was amazing... I see... this is what I wanted all along... this is what it means to be someone's beloved..." she sighed, raising a hand to touch your cheek. "Please never... never throw me away... make me a slave, torture me, break me, but never throw me away... as long as you accept me, as long as you will have me, I will be yours," she sobbed.

You came down and kissed her. It felt strange, felt oddly important, but you could never let a girl this cute, this charming, think that she was anything short of amazing. "All this over a cardgame?" you asked, smirking.

She giggled. "It's a very important game to me you know," she sighed, leaning up a bit and kissing you. "I guess we'll have time to practice some of the more complicated aspects a bit..."

"Okay, but work comes first," you said.

Her legs wrapped around your waist once more. "Please?" she begged.

Well... you couldn't exactly say no, nor did you want to... and so you went back to fucking her, though she would soon prove to be insatiable, taking load after load, somehow never tiring nor weakening even as you fucked her for what felt like many, many hours. Any presence of mind you might've had for why nobody interrupted you, why nobody wanted to use that game room... it all fled and faded from memory.

For a long time, all you could think about, was the beautiful girl who called herself the Dark Magician Girl, who insisted that her title was more important than names, and that at this point, had shown you how vulnerable she was.

By the time she finally seemed satisfied, you were about to pass out, and the two of you tumbled to the ground, and after a few giggles, she kissed you on the tip of the nose. "Rest well... I'll watch over you..." she said.

You grumbled something incomprehensible, but couldn't muster the energy for anything else, closing your eyes and finding strangely comfortable and warm sleep.

By the time you woke, you were alone, though you were dressed, and it was the man with the colorfully fabulous hair who woke you. "Hey... you're gonna be in a lot of pain if you sleep on the floor," he said, grinning down at you.

He offered you a hand, and even though you were quite sleepy, you took it and allowed him to pull you up, surprisingly strong despite his slight frame - his muscles weren't just for show it seemed, small though they might be.

"What... what happened? Where's-" you hummed. "Should I call her Mana... no, it feels like Dark Magician Girl is more appropriate."

The man shook his head with a smile. "Don't worry about that, here," he said, handing you a card. It was One bearing the likeness of the Dark Magician Girl - it seemed that the card was based on her in the first place, which made sense. Chaldea didn't associate with small time people, and you'd be shocked if she wasn't some sort of popular idol.

"Looks a bit odd," you mused. The card displayed her, from the waist up, fingers making a V for victory as she winked at the 'camera'. She looked a bit disheveled, but otherwise energetic and happy. It was actually kind of nice. "This hers?"

"Yours," he said. 

You hummed. Its name read 'Beloved Magician Girl', and you found yourself at a chuckle. "Appropriate," you mused. "You think we can get this card a good and proper sleeve?"

"There's craftsmen of the highest quality in Chaldea, no?" the man said. 

"Indeed... feels like anything but the best would be an insult," you agreed. "Say... weren't you supposed to go for karaoke?" you asked.

"My predecessor's wife interrupted our merryment and dragged him off by the ear," the multicolored hair lad said, laughing.

You laughed, as well. "Well... could you go for a game or two?" you asked, gesturing at the surprisingly clean looking game room, and especially, at where the cards you'd played with where. 

"We'll get you some proper sleeves first, but definitely," he agreed.

You nodded, and together, you head to the craftsmen's floor. He sleeved the card for you, and handed it to you, and for some reason, it felt weirdly... symbolic. Like he was entrusting you with something precious.