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Hotel Chaldea Ep. Bradamante
🕑 Added 2025-01-13 02:28:25 +0000 UTCMana produced a towel for you, and you gave her a grateful nod as you took the soft white fabric and began to wipe the torrents of sweat rolling down your face and shoulders with it. Scathach was positively nasty that morning.
"Who does a thousand hip thrusts for training?!" you grumbled.
"You?" Mana suggested with a giggle. "I mean you did complete them!"
It had been a really heavy day. It wasn't even leg day and it still felt like you had lost both of them. Without drinking several cans of golden apple juice, you might've actually died when Scathach decided to take you for a spin in the ring before letting you rest for the day.
While Mana was certainly not as good as Medea at witchcraft, she was still a powerful spellcaster and restored your strength with the power of darkness, which was as weird as it sounded.
Either way, you finished wiping your face and were offered another drink, though this time, it didn't come from Mana.
Instead, it was another blonde in a leotard, except the pink and baby blue was exchanged for a darker royal blue, white and gold. Your eyebrows raised, you hadn't seen Bradamante in a really long time. Girl tended to avoid you like the plague even when you came across her working at the restaurants or at the many gym rooms of Chaldea.
"Ohh! It's that time, huh!" Mana said. "Alrighty, I'll go entertain myself~" Mana said, winking, "don't worry Master, I've cleared your schedule for the day! Miyu 'n I will handle it all for you!" she called, doing fingerguns and then leaping into the air, mounting her short staff as she did and zipping away towards the open door of the gym.
Which you were starting to realize, was actually empty. It wasn't one of the more public rooms, and it was out of the way enough that the visitors to the hotel rarely used it... but you still thought you might get in trouble when you realized Mana locked it behind herself as she left.
Bradamante watched her go, a somewhat nervous expression on her face, her complicated hairdo a bit messy, the braids slightly frayed and her long pigtails in disarray.
She took a step back and her hands met behind her back, she was acting so demure that it was shocking to see from the woman you remembered being bold enough to work at a sex maid café.
You scratched your cheek. "Right. You definitely wanted to talk with me in private," you said, gesturing towards her, "and if this was business related you'd see me at my office. Don't hold back, hit me," you said.
She nodded, unlinking her hands, letting one rest limply, the other, raising to her chest as if to steady her heartbeat. "You remember me, right?" she asked.
"Yes," you replied. "One could scarcely forget a body like yours," you added. "You are scandalously beautiful you know?"
Her cheeks were dusted pink. "I've heard it all from Ach- Astolfo," she said, correcting herself as she spoke, shaking her head, "flattery will, uhm-"
Get you everywhere based on her reaction. For someone whose ass you had screwed, she was suddenly turning into a blushing virgin.
Something cracked, and her nerves led the way to a flare of temper, as she pointed her finger accusingly at you, a glare that could peel the paint off a wall, her finger trembling from suppressed anger. "E-ever since you did that to me, I haven't been able to think about anything! When I'm with other men! Even with Acchan!" she accused, poking your chest with her finger, "all I can think about is just how it doesn't feel as good as you!"
You raised your hands. "woah woah woah, that was- years ago, right?" you said, waving your hand. "You can't still be hung up on a time we had sex, what, over two years ago?"
"Well I am!" she said, turning around and bringing her hands to her face, her entire body shaking as she stepped away. "I've been trying to fill this empty space inside me, but it just doesn't work, because every single time, I just think about how good you made me feel! Even in my dreams when I'm together with my husband, all I can think about is how much better than him you were!!"
She spun on her heel. She was wearing heels to the gym? Why?
Throwing her hands down, she groaned in frustration. "I consulted Lord Merlin even! He's the one who told me what I should do! It's like an earworm, but for my butt!" she said, raising a finger and changing her tone to a more educational one. "I've been thinking about you because it was the first time I felt that good, and I've built this image in my head of that time, but if I finally take the nostalgia goggles off and get to test it for real, I'll stop craving your penis!" she said, closing her eyes and smiling almost smugly, dropping her hand to her chest and sticking her thumb out.
You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow.
She opened her eyes and affected a new expression, one of determination and valor, her smile growing more confident. "That's why today I want you to fuck my ass!"
There was a moment's pause.
"Ok."
There was a moment's pause. "Wait, just like that? Don't you have like, a spouse or something? Won't she be upset?" she asked, blinking in surprise.
"Have you met my wife?" you asked, incredulously.
"Fair enough," Bradamante admitted. "So- how do we-"
You stepped up to her and grabbed her by her wide hips and her narrow waist and pushed her crotch against yours, smashing your lips against hers and putting your tongue in her mouth, she melted pretty much instantly, responding to your kiss by submitting to your invading tongue.
Then she caught herself, pulling back. "W-Wait!" she said. "I'm married, I can't-"
"You love this don't you? I can feel your pussy throbbing against my cock right now, you love it," you groaned into her ear, biting down on her neck and giving her a hickey, your hands running up and down her back, grabbing onto her cheeks.
"N-No! I'm not massively turned on by cheating sex! It's not my favorite!" she denied, shaking her head.
Chuckling, you squeezed her cheeks, your fingers sinking in the thick layer of pliable meat, meeting the hard and extra firm muscle underneath. Bradamante had one of the best asses in all of human history, and she showed it off constantly. It was hard not to want to fuck that juicy, ripe and wonderfully well shaped ass when you saw it.
So you would.
"No dick's satisfied you since you did me, huh?" you asked, as you turned her around, which she allowed you to do with ease. "Get down, I'll do you like the bitch in heat that you are," you whispered harshly.
She gulped and indeed came down on her knees and then her hands landed on the cushioned mat that made up most of the ground of the gym's workout area.
The position made her rounded, overwhelmingly well shaped ass stand out even more. This was her ultimate weapon, the one with which she would defeat any opponent, they would be so distracted by her ass that they would be unable to act.
You followed her down, and grabbed onto her cheeks, starting to massage and knead the meat of her ass. Squeezing her cheeks, you watched as the meat of her ass spilled out of the tight leotard she wore at all times, finding your mouth watering at the sight.
"I won't fall, s-so easily, to your cock this time," she said.
You chuckled, and liberated said cock from its confinement, pulling down your workout pants and underwear to let the beast loose. Getting erect in her presence didn't take conscious effort at all, honestly it was hard to hide your erection if anything.
No doubt she'd felt it when you ground your cock against her covered pussy earlier.
Putting your cock between her cheeks, you mashed the giant globes against your cock and then began to saw back and forth, enjoying the unparalleled firm softness of her ass, groaning as you felt that fantastically magical goodness.
She shuddered and twitched under you. "Ngnh, I won't, to something like this-"
You chuckled and spanked her fat ass, and she hissed. "None of that, there's no judgement here!" you said. "Trust me, anal is approved by the Lord, I would know, I heard it straight from Jeanne d'Arc herself!"
She turned to you, her face red and her panting extreme. "R-Really? The saint... the holy maiden of Orleans herself said it..?" she asked, her eyes shining.
Jeanne had more or less said that if anal was wrong then the Lord would've told her through Revelation.
"Yes," you said. "So this is the lord's gift to you, meet your match made in heaven!" you called, grabbing the leotard's behind and pulling at it until it ripped and tore, as a servant obviously this caused her no pain, but it did reveal her tightly puckered rosebud.
She shook her head.
"But that doesn't really matter to you, doesn't it?" you asked, putting the tip of your dick against her anus, pressing against it, just enough that she felt the presence of your throbbing glans, just enough to spread it a little bit open, just enough to remind her what she really wanted. "You crave this, you crave this immoral pleasure, you crave the feeling of a cock that's so much better than your husband's..." you hissed. "You crave the sensation of cheating sex, don't you!?"
"N-No, I don't, I'm- a-"
You grunted and pushed the tip of your cock inside her, then steadily followed it by splitting open her asshole. Her eyes seemed to bug out and her mouth opened in a silent scream, even her tongue lolled out and her arms failed her, as she fell to the ground.
As you continued to push the entire length of your cock in her, she just twitched and shook.
"Tell me... tell me the truth," you hissed, coming down and covering her body with yours, resting your weight on her to remind her of who and where you were, whispering in her ear, "if you want me to, I'll pull out and leave, I'll never bother you again... if I wasn't all that you wanted, all that you hoped for, I'll let you go, and we'll never talk about this again."
Her fingers gathered into fists, her arms twitched as she put her elbows against the mat and tried to push herself up to no avail.
"I, I," she trembled.
"You crave it, you desire it, you long for it, the pleasure of surrendering your ass to another man, a pleasure you never gave your husband," you said, "give yourself to me, and I'll make you feel so good you won't even remember you were married..." you licked her earlobe. "So tell me... what do you crave... what do you want me to do..."
"F-Fuck," she spoke, her voice trembling.
"Fuck what..?" you hissed into her ear.
"F-Fuck, fuck my ass," she begged.
"Fuck whose ass? I can't hear you."
"Fuck my ass!" she called out, her fingers digging into the mat.
"Fuck you? I can't hear you!!" you called out one last time.
"FUCK MY CHEATING WHORE ASS!!!" she screamed out, "I need it! I need your cock! Ruggiero could never compare!! PLEASE!!"
You put your hands on hers, holding them down, firmly got a grip on the ground with your toes almost digging in, and then you pulled out, almost feeling like she might just squeeze it off from how much the walls of her ass clung to your shaft, and her anus was so fucking tightly closed around your cock that there was no way your glans was coming out.
Then you slammed down and she immediately hit the ground, and then you pulled back, and pounded her again, the smack of your hips and crotch on her bubble butt causing the sound of a thunderclap to leave your ears ringing, only the first of many as you pounded her fiercely, slamming into her ass again and again.
You put everything you had into fucking her and she came apart in mere instant, she was crying out in ecstasy and moaning in infinite pleasure in mere moments. She had tried to gargle out something along the lines of her being a cheating whore, punishing herself, but you silenced her by sticking two fingers in her mouth.
"None of that shit," you called to her, your voice harsh, "don't punish yourself for enjoying what you love," you said, as you pounded her, "be happy! Enjoy it!"
You pounded each word into her with your cock, punctuating your sentences with extra harsh thrusts.
"Bradamante!!" you screamed, the blonde's entire body twitching under you, "understand yourself!! You're an anal slut that loves getting her tight ass fucked! If your husband can't love you just the way you are, then fuck him! I'll accept you! I'll accept your devotion, your faith, and your slutty bitch ass!!"
"Ghuh, hoo, weehl!?" she said.
"Yes!!" you screamed, fucking her even harder, your fingers entwining with hers, "so whenever you have that itch, whenever you need it, just come to me, I'll fill your anus with my hot sticky love and make you feel even better than ever beforeE!!!!!"
You were interrupted by the climbing pleasure of your own impending orgasm, Bradamante's ass was going wild as she orgasmed like a cascading avalanche, a snowball of pleasure that just kept growing and growing, until it crashed into and overwhelmed you, and you gave her your own avalanche, right up her tight ass, filling up her anal passage and then some, you were sure you were even filling her stomach from the wrong end.
She collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, and groaned something unintelligible, though your body trembled from the effort, you found yourself able to come down on your side, and then hug her body to yours, still inside her ass.
"Hey... do you feel better now?" you asked.
"Y-yeah, thank you, I really needed that," she said, shuddering. "H-Hey... did- what you said, did you mean it?" she asked. "Even if... even if my husband- Ruggiero hates me for becoming addicted to anal... will you still accept me?" she asked, her voice small.
"If he's such a fool that he can't love you just the way you are, then I'll gladly take the treasure he's passing up on," you said, kissing her cheek.
She giggled. "Heheh... maybe... maybe you are his reincarnation after all..." she mused. "No... No, even if you're not... this warmth... it feels very good anyway... can we stay like this... for a little?" she asked.
"Sure," you said. "Should I uhm, pull out or-"
She shook her head, then pressed her back against your chest.
Together, you would rest... for about two minutes or so, when she began to rock her hips, clearly wanting another round.
Luckily, the gym had showers attached, because you'd end up getting mighty sticky.
