Hotel Chaldea Ep. Ereshkigal 3

"WHY'S IT ALWAYS MY BUTT!!"

A defenseless and vulnerable anus was a gift to be sampled, savored and enjoyed thoroughly and to the fullest extent that a human being could even enjoy another's rear end.

To exploit such vulnerability was simply providence.

Rules of nature so strong, omnipotent and almighty that not even a Goddess, an existence that usually transcended the world's rules and laws, couldn't defy the simple and straightforward principle of anal domination.

"Guh, whyyyy, why did I have to possess this bodyyyy!!"

The tightly puckered entrance seemed to offer resistance at first, it looked like it would be hard to ram through, it almost managed to look like it wouldn't allow you entry, but, that was only deception, a façade, an act that fooled no one, because the moment the tip of your cock touched the slightly red rim of her asshole, it immediately gave up the pretense.

With a cry of pleasure, she shuddered, twitched and vibrated in place, despite the fact that her anal passage saw so much traffic, it seemed to just never build resistance of any sort, she was as vulnerable and weak to anal stimulation as the very first day she had been summoned to Chaldea's hallowed halls.

"Ohh, whyy, why does it feel so good to get fucked in the ass?! It's dirty and wrong and only Ishtar's supposed to be a pervert!!" she bemoaned, as your hands clamped on her hips and you positioned yourself behind her more fully, pushing your cock right to the hilt, getting almost sucked in by an asshole that was meant for fucking.

For all that she was complaining about your choice, it was she who had called you over, it was she who had bent over the table, and it was she who had moved her swimsuit out of the way.

In the café meant to resemble a beach shack, it was a common sight to see servants in swimsuits, both male and female, working as waiters, waitresses and even kitchen staff, rotating Chaldea's more kitchen talented servants, though usually there was a permanent human staff that handled the day to day operations.

Of course, they were in such high demand that you usually needed a reservation to even get a seat in one, let alone a full booth reservantion, so you had come in early, before opening time, to talk to whoever was serving as manager that day to get a reservation, happening to meet Ereshkigal there.

And well...

The sexually frustrated goddess had recognized you and immediately agreed to a simple trade, you would do her a favor, and she would bump you up the list for a reservation. What, exactly, had been her initial idea for a favor was discarded immediately because you grabbed her and started handling her most pressing problem.

Once you were settled in her ass, you leaned forward and over the table, putting a hand on it to brace your weight so it wasn't bearing down at her. She was panting, her face was red, and from the sound of droplets hitting the ground, she had already cum, and cum majorly, just from inserting it in her ass.

"Sheesh, how long has it been since you got fucked?" you asked, as she trembled from the aftershocks of her orgasm, the vibrations transferring to your crotch, your shaft being bombarded on all sides by her burning hot internal walls coiling and twisting around it.

"Ngnh... it's not...!" she mewled, "ahhn, it's not thaaat," she panted. "Ishtar found, guh, that- that little..!" she clenched her hands and you feared she'd carve furrows into the wood of the table, but she managed to prevent herself from ruining the furniture, sighing as she relaxed her hands. "Ishtar found out she could, create a sympathetic bond--"

You rocked your hips and caused her to let out a mewling moan and shake a little.

"She found out she can send me her pleasure and has been having sex nonstop for three days!!" she finally admitted.

"Oh ho ho, then you've been holding it in..?" you asked.

"Yes!! A lot!" she admitted. "I wanted you to go and fuck Ishtar silly," she said, "not, not this-"

You made as if to pull out, but she suddenly clenched her asshole shut... not that it did much, she had a defeatist ass that simply could not win no matter how much she wanted to resist or keep you inside.

However... the pleasure made you succumb, and push it back in, a half thrust that met her backside against your crotch, and she almost fell off the table. "Keep going," she demanded, "it feels so good, I can't stand anymore!"

Couldn't stand it? Or couldn't stand, as in, literally couldn't stand up?

Possibly both!

Your hands began to explore her sides, her one piece swimsuit exposed almost everything from behind, being backless and tied to the ribbon-like collar she wore, as well as riding high on her legs and sticking to her almost like it was painted onto her skin, it had effectively nothing, letting you enjoy her thighs, her cheeks and her back to your full content.

It even felt nice on your skin as you snuck your hands under the white top half, grabbing her tits and squeezing them, playing with the meat of her bosom before moving onto her nipples.

Being a natural masochist, she enjoyed the moment you started pinching and rolling her nipples between your fingers. They were already stiff as little pebbles even before you started, and as you began to rock your hips again she lost it, her voice coming out in panting moans and lewd cries.

"Ahng, yessss..!! I needed this..! Fuck me more, fuck my ass even harder!!"

Of course... the girl was a natural masochist and a total anal addict, as much as she whined about how she had possessed the body of a girl with a body born for being anally plowed, she truly enjoyed it from the bottom of her heart.

Firmly gripping the ground with your feet, having to rely on the grip of your shoes' soles to not slide, you moved your hands all the way back to her hips again and then began plowing her properly, honestly and with absolutely no regard for the wellbeing of her ass, after all, she could take it, she could take what you could dish out and would ask for more!

Gripping her so hard a normal human would've bruised, your hips started picking up more and more speed and strength, though as you did so, you felt her insides twist and turn as if they were getting used to the punishment and adapting to your asshole, it wasn't really changing, but she was definitely clenching differently, moving more enthusiastically.

You would've thought she was doing it intentionally, if glancing at her face didn't reveal her tongue was out, her eyes were halfway rolled up, her cheeks were redder than her eyes and she looked to be in pure, unrivaled bliss, pure pleasure, infinite sensual fulfilment and sexual completion, she was...

Happy.

She was the happiest person in the world feeling a cock thicker than her wrist spreading her asshole wide open, and bombarding you with the pleasure of her thousands of orgasms all going off one after the other, her entire body eagerly vibrating and pleasuring your cock, milking you with every thrust and push and pull and tuck.

Ereshkigal collapsed like a puppet with her strings cut, her arms falling in front of her and all the way to the edge on the other side of the table, she almost fell out but you caught her just in time, grabbing her by the armpits and then pulling her up as you stepped back, lifting her so her back pressed against your chest, and using that momentum, moved your hands just in time to grab the backs of her knees.

In that moment, you lifted her fully and then stepped back, the movement almost knocked you on your ass, but catching yourself you managed to link your hands behind the back of her neck, much like the ribbon decorated choker that kept her swimsuit in place, your elbows locking against the back of her knees to put her in a properly fuckable position.

Thus, began the true extent of the piston motion, fucking her furiously, powerfully and almost downright brutally, just the way her masochistic bitch ass wanted it, and the way her little heart desired, she cried out in rampant ecstasy, squirting so hard that she sprayed clear juices all over the place, spraying them all over the table she had just vacated and on the polished hardwood floor.

Her ass was going wild on your cock as well at the same time, it was entering its desperation phase, struggling with all of its inner strength, it was like it had a mind of its own, it was so desperate to drain your balls of its contents that you couldn't find it in your heart to deny it.

So it was that your resistance finally reached its limit, both physically and emotionally, and then, you burst, your balls almost straining to hold all the semen you had produced to prepare to feed her from the wrong end.

However, just as you were about to cum, the door to the restaurant opened exactly at the same time as your orgasm exploded, like a ruptured dam or a broken levee, an exploding volcano or rampaging deluge, the only thing to truly compare it to was a natural disaster going off all at once.

Semen exploded into her asshole, filling her bowels to the brim and then some, pushing her to the point you filled even her stomach, and you knew that if you kept going it might even go as far as coming out the other end, you knew servants were capable of wacky things, but instead, you pulled out.

Your cock slid along her sopping wet pussy and then another massive burst of semen exploded, right on the door, splattering Ishtar, the interloper, with semen all over, covering her face and her chest, she wore a quite simple one piece swimsuit with a pink jacket thrown on top, but after you came on her, it was almost entirely a white jacket.

After a few moments, you allowed Ereshkigal to come down from heaven, but still had to hold her up because her legs were too weak.

"Let me guess, you thought she finally cracked from your little prank, and you came to make fun of her for having sex with some random guy to relieve herself," you pointed out, hugging Ereshkigal to your side with one hand as she clung to you for support.

"N-Noooo?" Ishtar lied poorly.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed at your cock and shook it a little, droplets of semen flying about.

Ishtar gulped, eyes wide, nostrils flaring as she took in the stench of your semen all over her.

Sometimes, it was better to ask forgiveness than permission, and you decided you had to discipline Ishtar's similarly weak ass right then and there. Besides, surely, Ritsuka wouldn't mind that you fucked her servants, right?

Well as it turned out she totally did, but hey, if she would insist on you also fucking her ass to make up for it, who were you to complain?