Hotel Chaldea Ep. Medea & Nero

"The most important ingredient is, of course, love."

It was the silliest and most overdone of clichés, and truth be told, it would have been adorable coming from a child.

Coming from a woman wearing nothing but an apron, bending over a bowl of carefully prepared cake mix, looking like the very image of happiness and satisfaction, as she mixed it together carefully and with great gusto, before placing it down on the table. Medea was eyecatching fully dressed, wearing the 'traditional garb of a wife', she was mouth-wateringly sexy.

Beside her, dressed identically, was the much shorter, but just as bodaciously bodied, blonde that called herself Nero. A shortstack among shortstacks, placing down her own bowl of cake mix. "Umu! That's definitely true!" she agreed, placing both hands on her naked hips.

Standing on the other side of the table they were using to work on, you were taking in the sight of their shared smug satisfaction, and enjoying the vision of perfect wifely beauty that they gifted you with.

They had similarly pale skin, and refined, almost stereotypically aristocratic facial features. The height difference almost made you think of the two of them as sisters, even! Of course, the breasts fairy had been quite cruel to the older sister...

You shook your head and dispelled the thoughts in your head, as the two of them carefully began pouring the cake mix into the mold that would be put in the oven. "No, no, you've got to keep your arms pressing against your chest from the side, and bend over at the waist like this!"

Medea displayed the motion, and pose, that would show off her tits past the apron, ensuring that she gave you the greatest, best, and most titillating angle, using the most flattering view possible.

Nero nodded.

"And don't forget to smile! You must show your husband that you are proud of your body, and that you are happy to show it off for him!"

"This is brilliant!" the blonde agreed. "Look, husband! Isn't my body beautiful?" she asked, striking the pose as Medea showed, chest puffed out, breasts together.

You gulped. Medea on one side, Nero on the other, both of them strikingly beautiful women, both of them gifted in many ways, physical and otherwise, and both of them expressing their desire to be looked at, to feel the gaze of someone they liked... 

Truly, even if it was simply for a lesson, it was one of the greatest feelings one could experience, an image of unconditional, selfless love.

And of course...

"O-Oh, I think that means he likes it!" Nero said, grinning, looking at your crotch, sporting a noticeable tent.

Medea giggled. "Normally there's a few steps - but of course..." she licked her lips. "We could jump them..."

Medea nodded, turned around and headed towards the kitchen counters behind her. The kitchens of Chaldea, and the plural was necessary as there were actually three sets of kitchens, were rather large and spacious, enough to cook for the large amount of personnel Chaldea employed, which was numbering close to a thousand these days.

The blue haired woman nodded to herself, as she placed her hands on the counter, her feet planted firmly about shoulder width, and she arched her back, her naked ass, the gloriously soft, heart shaped pillow that cushioned her seats and covered her tight holes, proudly on display.

"Ah! I see, then - while the cake is in the oven..."

"You get your own reward. Normally, you would tease your husband," Medea said, looking you up and down, "until he is ready... but I suppose being desired so openly and so strongly... it is itself its own reward. Come!" she said, giving you an open, inviting smile.

You gulped.

"Come satisfy yourself, and give me my just desserts!" Medea begged. "My husband..! Take your wife, and grant her the blessing of your love!"

You didn't know how you did it, but you approached her between blinks. Your hands were on her hips, caressing her impossibly soft skin, for just a moment, before you began to move, tickling down her cheeks as you reached for her privates, spreading her nice butt to reveal her drooling, wet pussy. "Doesn't seem like I'm the only one excited about this."

"Can you blame me?" Medea said. "I can't live without this anymore. I've been, I've been hoping for more, since last week," she said, as you began to tease at her soaked slit with the tip of your cock. You didn't even ask where your pants had gone, it was a waste of time to do so.

You licked your dry lips, and lined yourself up, one hand holding her in place, the other holding yourself steady, and without further delay or ado, you pushed yourself in. Medea's pussy was a thing of wonder, a home you could always return to, a space that was just as much yours as it was hers, it truly felt like what you hoped one day would be your new normal.

It was no wonder that she offered the course on Bridal Training, it truly did seem like she could make you feel like she was a blushing bride, newlywed, enjoying the honeymoon period after the wedding, every single time you were with her. It made you jealous, to think even for a single instant that she might be offering this sort of service to anyone else, but you buried that thought.

She wasn't.

You knew she wasn't. You didn't know how, you weren't really sure why, but some part deep within you simply trusted her utterly and completely, and told you that she simply was not giving this service to anyone else.

And like a spark in dry grass, it ignited the flames of your passion. Your hands moved. Her own slim fingers almost went white at the knuckles as she grabbed the edge of the counter and you grabbed at her hips, thumbs pressing against the flesh of her butt, as you began pounding her ass like a man possessed, your cock sinking into the homely, perfectly welcoming folds of her pussy.

It was perfectly tight, warm and wet, it was almost as if she had done her best to become the perfect wife, to model her pussy around your cock, and give you the experience that nobody else could have, beyond sex with an unimaginably beautiful woman, this felt like sex with your imaginably beautiful, loving wife, and it was satisfying on a level that simply could not be matched by mere lust.

"M-Me too," the needy, desperate voice of the blonde that you felt bad neglecting came from your right, as she sat on the countertop, her arms wrapping around your shoulders and chest, her lips coming to meet yours, and her tongue sneaking into your mouth, as the two of you shared a deep and loving kiss, for a few moments, parting only for air, even as you continued fucking Medea.

The blue haired woman's moans and the wet, naughty noise made by her pussy as you fucked her relentlessly. Nero's green eyes were almost foggy, as if she was losing herself.

"It's so beautiful, that love, it's a beauty that transcends the physical," she said, both hands on your cheeks. "If only for this fleeting moment, if only for just an instant, I, too, wish to bask in the greatness of your love. If it pleases you, please, love me!" she asked, voice cracking in desperation.

Medea, panting for breath, turned. "Y-Yes... I, I can no longer," she let out a lewd moan, "this... this is, this is glory itself, beyond anything I've ever hoped for," she spoke, eyes tearing up a little herself. "I can't, I'm not, so selfish..!"

Nero clung to your body, her breasts, behind her apron, teary eyes locked onto yours, as you leaned forward and captured her lips for yourself, even as you continued to fuck Medea. One of your hands reached for Nero, and pulled her against your side by the leg, spreading her legs a little. While she was distracted by the kiss, you stuck your hand in her vagina, and found it just as flooded and soaked as Medeas'.

You broke the kiss with her, and pulled yourself out of Medea's clingy, jealous pussy, which tried its absolute hardest not to let you go, and felt the immediate pain of loss at being separated from her cunt.

But it wasn't for long, as you stuck your left hand where your dick had been, fingers exploring her folds with your fingers, teasing at every weak spot you knew within her. Your right hand rested on Nero's thigh, and as she held onto your shoulders, back and neck, you pushed your cock into her warm, flooded pussy.

It was a totally different experience, and it was indescribably so. Nero was hotter, considerably so, and she clung to you much more desperately. Medea had a welcoming, open pussy, one that clung to you with all its might, but feared not losing you.

Nero for her part seemed much more desperate, much more insecure and unsure, her body clung to yours with the might of fear, fear that you would disappear and leave her unfulfilled. You couldn't, wouldn't, even imagine doing such a thing. Every thrust into her pussy was met with an accompanying caress, a kiss, a touch, a whispered word of love.

You never neglected Medea, continuing to pleasure her with your hand, but you showed Nero the full extent of your ability as well, your cock finding her depths and weak spots, and rubbing against each one of them.

Medea moved, and you let her, removing your hand from her pussy, and giving Nero your full attention. You felt a bit of a rustle as Medea moved behind you, tapping at your thighs. You obliged, spreading your own legs a little, curious, and felt her go under you.

The unbelievable pleasure of her lapping at your dangling ballsack was mind shattering, and it broke your concentration and resistance. In only a short time of her licking at your balls, you were already ramming yourself into Nero at full power, feeling your nerves burn with pleasure, electric shocks all over.

It was not gonna be much longer, and Medea was determined to force your resistance to crumble, as she opened wide and sucked your scrotum into her mouth, tongue working at the same time as she sucked, the incredible feeling combined with the intense heat and tightness your shaft was experiencing, and even worse, poking your cock as deep as you could go at the same time as Nero bucked her hips, causing you to kiss the very bottom of her pussy, as far as you could go...

There was no doubt you were about to cum. You pulled Nero against you as hard as you could and smashed your lips to hers, and then let the dam burst, unleashing a veritable torrent of cum, your balls working double, no, triple, maybe even quadruple time, as even while Medea continued to suck and swallow around your balls, they poured their contents through your shaft, molten white lava pouring directly into Nero's womb.

She cried out, and then screamed in an incredibly potent orgasm, and so did you, both of you muffling your voices with each other after a single second, and then you felt like you came again, like a compounded orgasm, building on the previous, and filling Nero even more.

Medea finally pulled back and stopped servicing your balls, and as she did, she rapidly turned around and offered you her behind. You pulled out of Nero, the final spurt of your cum splattering over her tummy and apron, and then you began thrusting into Medea, your cock as hard as a rock, continuing to thrust through your orgasm, desperately pounding Medea into her own orgasm, feeling like you never stopped cumming nor would you.

She cried out in extreme pleasure as you poured your cum into her, hilting yourself as deep as you could go, and filling her up as much as you had Nero. For her part, the blonde had hopped off of the counter...

And then the two of them, without missing a step or hesitating, were down on their knees before you, and you gulped, stroking yourself, and taking aim.

"Please, husband," they chorused, "give us all of your cum!"

Oh, you would, you would give them every last drop, and then some! 

...

Fortunately, you were able to clean the kitchen up after you were done, and get rid of the smell too...