Hotel Chaldea Ep. Mordred

Water splashing on your face brought you into the world of the living once more, and it filled your nostrils, mouth and lungs, forcing you to hack, cough and shake to try to clear your airways and regain control of your breathing, panting desperately as panic settled and your mind stopped racing.

"Whu- wha, what's- where am I!?"

Could it be? Had you been caught in the middle of an operation? You couldn't remember anything, the last thing you could think of was that you were talking with Koyanskaya about an appointment, and then... nothing.

You tried to move, but found yourself unable to. The penumbra you were surrounded by gave you little idea of your surroundings, but you could at least tell that you were on a bed. Cold metal bit at your wrists and ankles, shackling you to the bed.

A bright, fluorescent light, a single naked bulb hanging from the gray ceiling, turned on, illuminating a slightly rundown looking room, tiled walls, tiled floor, all in white. The bedframe around you was of dark steel, and the thin white mattress evoked the image of a place you had no intention to remain on. A prison, or a holding cell of some sort.

"You're awake."

The voice was familiar, feminine, but the speaker had a slight masculine hint to her speech... You remembered this voice... Your memory associated, jumping through hoops and doing cartwheels to put a name and face to the voice. You remembered where you'd heard it, and thinking of the face of Lily brought you to the memory.

"Mordred..." you said, blinking, "it's you, isn't it?"

"Of course it's me!" 

Stepping into the light, the familiar figure of the thin, slim and short blonde, with the wild hair tied back...

"Mordred, what the hell are you wearing?" you asked.

She looked at you like you were stupid, like you were a pet that refused to perform tricks... or maybe it was just the light. "Are you dumb?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "This is the punishment uniform!" she said, stomping her foot.

She was wearing lingerie, and not just lingerie, but incredibly sexy, erotic lingerie. A one piece black number that honestly put regular sexy undies to shame... it was almost ridiculous. You didn't know why, but somehow, the contrast between her demeanor and her choice of, uh, uniform was actually more cute than it was sexy.

"Does it have a flower pattern?"

"It does! I chose it as an homage to- wait, you're trying to distract me," she said, "it's not gonna work," she said. Mordred's outfit was sheer, and it had a plunging neckline that went down nearly to her crotch, and the only opaque parts were covering her nipples and crotch. She also had matching gloves and stockings, and it really was beautiful. "Stop looking at me like that, you perverted, lewd beast!"

"You're the only thing I can see here, what else do you want me to look at?"

"Look within and reflect on your actions!" she said, putting a hand on her hip and pointing at your face with the other.

"Is this about Lily?" you asked. "She's a grown up and can make her own decisions."

Mordred's leg raised, and her stocking clad foot landed on the steel frame of the bed. In a single display of terrifying physical strength, with her single foot, she tilted the bed up, forcing it into a vertical position. The mattress fell on you, and the bed became now more of a rack, than a frame, holding you in position, your feet touching the cold steel.

It was then that you also realized that you were very much naked, as a breeze passed by your swinging cock. Odd thing not to notice.

Mordred's hand stopped you from falling forward, pressing against your chest, while the other hand pulled the mattress off behind you, tossing it away with a grin. "Who's helpless now, huh?" she asked.

Your fingers felt at the cuffs on your hands. So that's how it was, huh?

"That's right, it's you, I'm going to enjoy myself, defiling you just like you did-"

Your fingers found the safety clasps, and unlocked the cuffs on your hands. 

"Wha-"

And then your hands fell on Mordred's naked shoulders, and you regaled her with a smile. "So tell me, Mordred, just what, exactly, do you think is going to happen to you the moment Lily learns of what you were planning to do to me, whatever it was?"

"I- err- I would-" Mordred blinked as she seemed to realize the gravity of the situation, and the sort of screw up that she had made.

"Do you think, even for a moment, that she won't find out about this?" you reasoned.

"If you don't tell, then nobody will know!" she protested, looking away, face red, embarrassed as she realized that it was no doubt going to happen. You would, of course, tell Lily, because why wouldn't you tell Lily?

"If I've got it right, you kidnapped me right in front of Koyanskaya. So she knows already," you said.

"Well- she- she helped," Mordred reasoned. "That means-"

"That she knew exactly how this would go," you said. "Because we both know you're not going to hurt me," you explained, "because you know that would just make Lily upset. And you don't want to make Lily upset."

There was a moment of silence.

You smiled at her. "So you can just let me go, and we'll pretend-"

"No!" Mordred said, jabbing her finger on your chest, it actually hurt quite a bit. "I know what you're going to do, you're going to go find- find-" she gulped, face red, shaking her head. "You lewd beast! Perverted Trash!"

You could not deny the fact that, most likely, when you went to talk to Lily, you would almost assuredly wind up fucking her. Lily was beautiful, pure, innocent, and an absolutely ravenously thirsty woman. It seemed like the more comfortable she got around you, the more she randomly displayed affection. A hug, grabbing onto your hand, a kiss on the cheek, a quickie in the bathroom just before she set off on an expedition...

"You're thinking perverted things! Stop thinking about it!"

"No," you denied.

"F-Fine, then- If you won't... I'll make it so you can't even THINK about getting hard!" she said, glaring into your eyes.

For a moment, you panicked, the thought that she might chop your soldier off-

But then, her hand grasped your mostly flaccid cock, as she crouched down. "C-Come on... get hard already..." she muttered, looking a bit flustered. "Y-You, you perverted animal..."

You winced, feeling her hot, humid breath on your cock. Although she was very similar to Lily, you just, for some reason, could not find her erotic in the same way. Maybe it was her attitude, maybe it was the fact that she'd knocked you out more than once, or maybe it was the crappy atmosphere, but...

As she poked, prodded, and touched your cock, you could feel some degree of pleasure, but she really didn't know what she was doing at all...

She leaned forward, clearly unable to cope with you not being hard to begin with, and instead, defaulted to what she knew, her tongue lapping at your cock. This, she knew, this she knew well. Lily had been very thorough in preparing Mordred to suck cock.

And the flat blonde didn't disappoint, her tongue skilled and agile, working your cock, licking at your shaft and swirling around your prick head, as your cock hardened, and the glans made its presence known. Per instruction, she paid it special, loving attention, using her hands to play with your balls and stroke the half of your cock that she couldn't take into her mouth. 

It seemed that when it came to doing what Lily told her, Mordred spared no effort, as her blowjob was incredible, as soon as you got hard.

"Ghuh, you're... way too good at this..!" you groaned, your hand coming down to rest on her head, only for her to glare up at you, though she did nothing to dislodge it. She pretended to hate it, but a part of her deep within longed for the affectionate gesture.

You knew, because she melted practically every time Lily touched her with any sort of affectionate touch.

She swallowed and slurped, sucking and drinking your precum straight from its source, the frame of the bed shaking slightly, the clinking of the chains your ankles were still bound to on the steel frame reminding you of the situation you were in, no matter how much Mordred's blowjob distracted you.

You groaned and caressed her head softly. "Mordred, if you suck me that haaaard, geh, I'm going to, to cum..!"

Mordred pulled back. "That's right," she said, stroking you furiously, "cum, cum all your filthy, unworthy semen out, if you spray it here, if I steal it from you, then you won't have any later!" she cried, laughing, "so go ahead, come on and spray all that thin, runny, pathetic semen from my hand, you perverted be-"

"Ghuah, cummiiiiing!" you shouted, as your balls worked double time almost as if to answer Mordred's plea, producing and ejecting massive amounts of thick, potent and virile semen, sticky, stinky and most of all, sudden and unexpected.

Mordred's jaw fell open, and her lips parted, as she was glazed, from her forehead to her chin, in semen, much of which got into her mouth. In stupefaction, she worked her jaw, moved her tongue, and closed her lips, tasting, savoring and enjoying the semen, a slight, small smile forming on her face as she ate it up.

You panted, breathing heavily, but otherwise remaining quiet as the blonde seemed possessed for a moment, using her fingers to collect the semen that you'd liberally sprayed on her face, popping it into her mouth, eating it, devouring it even, without a hint of care or restraint.

Lily was right, she really was super cute when she dropped all pretense and just enjoyed herself.

While she was distracted eating up your cum, you unlocked the leg cuffs, again, they were play cuffs that had a safety release that was easily accessible and didn't need the key, and stretched your muscles a bit.

With you already turned on, and Mordred putting on that delightful show of eating up and enjoying your semen, was it really any wonder that your cock was hard as a rock and throbbing, ready for more? Of course it wasn't.

You approached the distracted Mordred from behind, and then noticed that the mattress of the bed was on the ground next to where she was on her knees. So with a single, sudden push, you had her land on her back, on the mattress.

"What the-" she blinked. "What are you- You're my prisoner, you're supposed to take your punishment!" she accused.

You leaned over her and put a finger on her lips. "I'll stay quiet about what you tried to do to me," you said, "if you manage to not cum when I fuck you," you said. "It's a fair challenge. Whoever cums first loses. And the loser has to do whatever the other one says. If you win I'll stay quiet. If I win, you'll join me in bed tonight."

She grinned. "You think you can beat me again? Dream on!" she said, "I'll show you the true worth of Sir Mordre-eeeeeihhh~!"

Your fingers found her absolutely soaked cunt, as you slipped the crotch of her outfit to the side, and then plunged your engorged cock directly into her. There was no need for any foreplay, Mordred was so turned on that you were shocked she was even managing to stay coherent.

A bit of respect for her rose up from within, but even moreso, you were shocked by her cuteness as she threw her head back and screeched in orgasm. She was so turned on it was a miracle she even managed to resist going off when your fingers touched her lips, but she had no chance when you penetrated her.

"Wow, that was an instant loss... how pathetic," you taunted, grinning down at her.

She grunted. "Y-You wish! Your, your- your little, amazing, cock didn't make me feel anythinguugh at, gahhahhh, at all!" she moaned, wincing, eyes closed, "you- your cock is tiny and your balls are like elderberries!" she nearly shouted, between moans.

"Oh yeah, I'll show you tiny!" you called, grinning madly as you began to pound her. There was no softness, no tender lovemaking. You fucked Mordred hard, into the thin matress, and she didn't seem to mind the uncomfortable setting at all, her fingernails almost digging into your back as her hands clung to you. "Admit that you lost!"

"No! Never! I'll never let you have this victory!" she shouted, her legs crossing behind your back, pushing you into her harder, giving you only enough leeway to fuck her quickly and intensely with short, but poweful thrusts. "I'll never admit that your cock is amazing!"

"You're so tight, it's incredible!" you moaned, shouting into the air. So many ways in which she was just like Lily, so many ways in which she differed.

Her sex gushed and flooded around you, her body, despite her protestations, was honest and didn't lie, she was getting off tremendously, and the almost erratic spasming of her inner walls was as great an indicator as any that her body was being wreaked by orgasms, each of them accompanied by an uncontainable moan, a cry, or a biting of her lips, all of them signals of her desperately trying to, and failing, to not cum.

She was so cute, so incredibly cute and erotic, that you were reaching your limit, as her pussy worked your shaft, milked your cock, and her innermost recesses came down to kiss and welcome your cock somewhere it hadn't been to in quite a while.

"Admit it, Mordred! Admit defeat! Admit that you lost to my cock! Admit that you came here looking for my cock! Admit that in the end, all that you wanted was to join me and Lily, and be happy with us! Admit it, and I'll give you the cum you desperately want!"

She turned her head, moaning pathetically. Your hand grabbed her chin, keeping it still despite how she was shaking and thrashing and moving from the strong, relentless dicking you were giving her, the slap of skin on skin and the wet, almost schlicking sound of her cunt gushing its juices, a dirty, filthy, perverted backing track for such an important, open and honest conversation.

"Mordred," you spoke, breathily, your nose almost touching hers, as you came as close as you dared. "You lost. Now cum."

"I- I- I'm cumming!" Mordred finally admitted her orgasm, unable to cope with it anymore, as you hilted yourself, and then let loose, filling her up with a nice and thick helping of thick baby batter, filling her up so utterly and completely that you saw her tummy, usually packing a set of defined, attractive abs, expanding almost like she was pregnant, a sizable bump from her womb having been pumped full of your semen visible now, giving her an almost contrastingly mature look, with her clothes, that clashed with her frequently childish demeanor.

There was nothing but panting, from both ends. "T-That- that- was a draw!" she panted, looking up at you. "Y-You, you came, f-first, tha-that's- why-" she couldn't even talk straight.

You grinned.

"Fine. Then we'll go another round."

Mordred's eyes widened as she realized the gravity of the situation she had just stepped into. 

You would not be letting her go for quite some time. Her little revenge plan had been botched, and you were about to pounce on and punish that mistake... and you had only just begun, by the time she was utterly and totally at her limits.

Mordred never did seem to learn, but that was fine. You spent the entire night showing her the error of her ways anyway.