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Hotel Chaldea Ep. Jeanne Alter & Marie Alter
🕑 Added 2025-05-12 02:15:13 +0000 UTC"I'm doing this under protest."
"Oh quit your whining already, you're the reason we're in this situation in the first place!"
Nothing was ever simple at Chaldea. After waving goodbye to Miyu, who was delivering a report on activities ongoing on her neck of the woods, in an island just off of southern Japan, and then closing the video call, you turned back to the two Alters, who were glaring at each other.
Marie Antoinette was a woman you were well acquainted with.
Not so much the alternate version that was only as similar as she was different. Marie Antoinette despite her fame was a bundle of sunshine, rainbows and caring love, that quite enjoyed doing basically anything that would cheer up the people around her, and most important of all, a woman who faced challenge and tragedy with aplomb and a cute smile.
Very different from the angry and surly looking Alter that had her arms crossed over her chest and was glaring at her fellow Alter Frenchwoman.
Meanwhile, you were much more acquainted with, though she was so mercurial that it was hard to ever be truly sure you knew her well.
Both of them were sporting rather subdued looks, more specifically, they were wearing school uniforms designed ostensibly for high schoolers. Of course, what they were wearing couldn't be confused with any real school uniform, the skirts were too short, the blazers too thin and they were carefuly scrubbed of any identifying marks.
Facsimiles, enough to fool a cursory glance, but not enough to get in legal trouble. Very important difference, that.
They were walking ahead of you. Marie flicked one of her pigtails, messily put up and two toned, with a hand and adjusted her jacket so that it remained perfectly seated halfway off her arms, giving the illusion that it might drop at any moment. Already, she was catching looks.
"I don't need your help for this, I can do it myself."
She put up a smirk and her eyes narrowed, golden pupils almost shining as she leaned forward and put her pale face up to Jeanne's won.
Jeanne put a hand on her face and then pushed her off with enough force to make Marie stagger back. "Back off, cunt," she hissed. "I don't need you here either-"
"Both of you, be quiet," you interrupted, "you two lost our game, and there's no room here for sore losers."
Giving an identical humph and crossing their arms, turning their faces away from each other at exactly the same time, and positively glowing in tsun energy, the two of them tabled the issue momentarily.
They were really sore losers, but more importantly, they were incredibly fine women, with a foreign, exotic charm.
And they were very relevant. Unfortunately, you were not, yourself, a winner either, despite being in a situation that many men would kill to be in, walking towards a love hotel with a pair of beauties that turned every head that saw them. No, you were very much the loser saddled with the problematic bitches, because Ritsuka apparently was a world class Hyper Smack Cousins player.
So you were stuck recording yet another video that she claimed was totally for Chaldea funding purposes, but you suspected would very much be her own private spank material.
"We're here."
Indeed. There were cameras recording every step of the walk towards the Love Hotel, it was a necessary part to fulfill the fetish, after all. It was the recreation of a specific doujin that Ritsuka read.
"Time to get in character," Marie muttered, taking a deep breath and then moving to your side, grabbing your arm, and pulling it against her chest. You could feel the strain of the bra and shirt trying to contain her assets. She wasn't holding them in anymore, sticking her chest out and letting you see her very obvious black bra. "Hey hey, Mister, are we going in? You're a pervy one, aren't you Mister?"
"Dirty bitch," Jeanne Alter spoke under her breath, before she also affected a character, taking on a smug smirk, and grabbing your hand, pulling you along.
It... actually was almost disgustingly easy to get into the love hotel despite the fact that the two you were with were wearing school uniforms. The lad at the front counter could identify them on sight, and even praised their quality.
Chaldea didn't waste time on cheap stuff after all.
He even recommended a good room, and thankfully, you could put it on Ritsuka's tab, using the company card to pay for it. It felt super weird to be going into a love hotel with two women who were made up and dressed to fulfill a common fetish, being that you were married, but then, Medea was also a pervert.
The room was a classic style, with smart glass on the "wall" that separated the shower from the 'bedroom', a mirrored ceiling, a big TV that had a selection of freaky porn to play, and of course, everything else you needed, with tasteful pink and red furniture, and a large queen size bed with rounded corners.
Unlike the servants with bodies that didn't need cleaning, you did, and so you went to get a shower while the two of them prepared.
And by 'prepared', it seemed like they just put on a porno movie on the tv and as you came out, they were critiquing the poor acting of the girl that was pretending to be excited about having sex with an overweight man.
You stepped in, and they turned to you.
Jeanne's cheeks dusted pink and she scoffed.
Marie Alter just giggled, bringing a hand to her face. "Am I supposed to be impressed with that?" she asked, as she gestured at your wiener. "I've seen bigger bratwurst."
And you were seeing the wurst brat, but that was probably not a good thing to say. Instead, you responded by letting the magic flow where it ought to, and your cock began to expand, as you took your cock in hand and shook it. "I'm a grower, not a shower," you said.
"Well you'll have to impress me if you want me to-"
"Oh, you're backing off already? Aren't you an expert?" Jeanne Alter challenged, as she got off the bed, and pulled the cardigan of her uniform off, letting her chest finally expand properly to its size, straining her shirt and showing she was wearing no bra, her nipples poking out. "I've not had a good cock in ages, you better not disappoint me!"
"Tall order," you said, stroking your cock gently, as she got on her knees in front of you, unbuttoning the top buttons of her shirt and pulling at her tie.
Of course, her attitude was falling apart as she got close to your crotch and began to kiss and suckle on your cock, starting to worship it.
Despite everything, at her core, Jeanne Alter was still Jeanne d'Arc, and she still had similar weaknesses. While she lacked some of her original self's fetishes, she certainly had a similar love of service, and though it wasn't to pray, woman definitely enjoyed being on her knees.
Your hand came down to rest on top of her head. She looked super good with her hair cut short, and you enjoyed running your hand through her surprisingly silky would-be tresses, caressing her scalp gently as you guided her. The frenchwoman opened her mouth and then took you into it, letting you feel the pleasure of her molten magma hot mouth as she began to bob her head back and forth, up and down, servicing your cock like it was a lifeline for her.
Clicking her tongue, Marie decided it was time to move. "I won't lose in this, too," she muttered, as she stepped off the bed and past you, glancing at the TV.
It caught your attention that she didn't get ready to join her fellow Alter on the oral work, rather, she threw her arms over your shoulders and kissed you deeply, and you snaked a hand under her skirt and began playing with her butt, squeezing and kneading it.
Jeanne Alter wasn't as good at sucking cock as Jeanne d'Arc, but her enthusiasm and dedication was just as powerful, and at the same time, Marie Alter, who was not as gentle and loving as Marie Antoinette, was creating a great contrast as she kissed you, hugging your shoulders and then bringing her hands down to your chest to play with your nipples.
But once you were fully hard, Jeanne couldn't keep your cock in her mouth anymore, and she pulled off, coughing a little as she choked on not just your cock, but on the large amount of precum that you had leaked into her mouth.
"Y-You asshole, you almost drowned me," she growled out.
"Tut tut," Marie Alter wagged her finger, "an amateur should just sit on the sidelines and watch," she said, as she stepped away from you, moved to the bed and got on it, on all fours, raising her butt and flipping her skirt to reveal her leopard print thong, which had opening to reveal her asshole, not that it was visible, considering she was all plugged up.
Her pussy, however, was fully exposed.
"Come on now," she said, wagging her ass at you. Her clothes did an excellent job in breaking up and hiding her figure, which you guessed was actually partially the intention of such uniforms, but once she was starting to get into lewdness, it was obvious that she was spilling out of it.
She was unbelievably sexy. And you weren't about to waste time.
"If you're going to be like that, fine then," you said, chuckling, "I'll give you some reeducation."
"E-Eh?"
She seemed confused and her eyes grew wide. You unleashed yourself and grew to a size that was starting to push the boundaries of what was humanly possible. Normally that would be the point at which a woman the size of Marie wouldn't be able to take it, but you knew the original article could.
"You don't want to be less than her, do you?" you taunted, stroking yourself as you pushed into her only slightly wet, but unbelievably hot, pussy.
"E-Ehh!? her- eeihhh, shiiiiit!!" she moaned out as you pushed all the way in. "Don- don't tell, me, that, my other self, tooook, thiiiiissss!" she cried out in a combination of effort and ecstasy as you began very slowly rocking your hips to push more of your length into her, shoving three quarters of your cock into her.
"No, she took it even bigger," you said.
"F-Fuck!" Jeanne swore, "that's so sex- fucked up," she corrected herself, trying to pretend she wasn't ruining her panties and skirt just watching you as you pushed the last quarter of your cock into Marie Alter.
Grabbing her by the hips and giving her no quarter nor time to get used to it, you took firm grip and then began to pound her from behind. If she was going to try to imitate the mannerisms of a younger girl and misbehave, then she was going to be punished like the brat she was pretending to be.
Seriously, a woman her age, acting that way? She was a mother, what kind of example was she giving her children?
Your hand came up, then down, and with the crack of thunder, you gave her a spank that resounded in the room.
First yelling out in pain, she then turned over her shoulder to look at you. "W-What the hell, not even my nanny ever spanked me!"
"Bet you like that, your cunt tightens up real nice when I hit you!"
As if to prove it, you hit her again, and indeed, her cunt tightened up so much that if you weren't blessed by good teachers and greater magic, your cock would've been crushed.
"Ahhn, fuuck, that's too much! It's humiliating! Do it more!"
She then seemed to realize what she said and her eyes widened, shining like amber, but before she could retract you spanked her again, and again, and again, and then began alternating thrusts and spanks, fucking her in earnest, until the pale, almost deathly so, skin of her butt was glowing red, and she was a hot orgasmic mess that wasn't even conscious anymore.
Each time she came, her pussy would go wild and put you through so much and such intense pleasure that you had to hold onto sanity by the skin of your teeth.
She swam in and out of consciousness, screaming out orgasms even in unconsciousness, and, unsurprisingly, her voice was musical and so clear that it was like sex to your ears, when she was no longer conscious, it somehow became even more beautiful, and when she woke up, she tried to hold it in, in vain.
Eventually, you realized she couldn't take it anymore.
Unfortunately for her, you hadn't given her a nice and creamy treat to go with the spanking.
Jeanne Alter was on the ground, jaw a little agape. "You weren't like this the last time we had sex," she said, gulping as she looked at your throbbing, cuntjuice covered cock that you pulled out of what might once have been a French Queen, maybe.
The Dragon Witch blinked, and it seemed she didn't even realize when you moved her to the bed, right beside Marie, nor did she react when you grabbed and pulled down her own thong, a simple but highly erotic little black number.
Unlike Marie, who had needed you to go into a slightly dry, very tight and narrow cunt, Jeanne Alter was basically carrying an entire ocean's worth of cuntjuice that seemed to just explode out of her at the slightest provocation, and when you pushed in, she opened up to swallow you in, as much as she could.
Insistent pushing did the rest of the work, and then you began pumping into her, grabbing onto her shirt and pulling it open, buttons bursting, revealing the breasts that had been concealed, their absolutely glorious size no longer constrained by the artifact of the devil that was the shirt she wore.
You grabbed one of them in a hand and the other you pulled into your mouth, brushing your teeth against her nipple then biting gently before starting to suck it.
She cried out in ecstasy as you pounded her into the bed, furiously and fiercely, giving it to her even harder than you did Marie. The desire to cum was overwhelming you as well, and you had to make up, after all, in that position you couldn't give her a spanking like Marie Alter's.
Thrusting in and out of Jeanne Alter was a challenge, she wasn't as tight or narrow, but she was sucking you in with a lot more force, and when you tried to pull out, it seemed like her cunt tried to wrap around your cock to keep you in.
But she was also a loser after all, and her pussy simply lost utterly against the demolishing power of your cock, like a ram that took down all of her defenses and pushed her into a crashing orgasm that only became the first in a continuous chain of potent mind bending orgasms.
Each thrust, she would screech out her orgasm, and when you pulled, she would let a pathetic whine out, again and again, she came and came and came, as you stimulated her cunt and her tits at the same time.
You held on to the last second, and only once you declared she had been sufficiently cummed out, it was time to let go yourself.
So pulling out of her, you hastily moved between the two women, turning Marie on her back and rolling her closer to Jeanne in the same action with your right hand while your left moved to the base of your cock, grabbing it firmly, as you enhanced your ejaculation to the utmost while bringing your right hand into gear to stroke yourself past the finish line.
It came super easily due to all the combined pussyjuice coating your cock, and with an unintentional groan, I aimed first at Marie Alter, semen exploding like a shotgun blast all over her, coating much of her face and chest, ruining her outfit and cumming all over it.
Then I moved onto Jeanne Alter, and much the same, I stroked once, twice, then exploded all over her, thicker, heavier this time, my cum coming out almost like I was firing ropes, the fluid so heavy and sticky it almost didn't flow.
Back and forth, I moved, until I had covered as much of their faces and chests as was humanly possible and then some, both of them looked like they had endured a hundred man bukkake, each, when I was done.
Finally, panting, I squeezed out the final drops of cum, and feeling cheeky, I grabbed Jeanne's thong, wiping my cock with it, before tossing it aside.
"F-fuck, I'm... so sore," Marie Alter moaned. "You beast, animal, absolute monster," she decried, raising her hand weakly, "that was worse than childbirth!"
"Wanna go again?"
"Yes!"
"Wow, what a slut," Jeanne commented, shuddering. "Ughh, I can't believe-"
She trembled a little as she took in a deep breath.
"I can't believe I'm doing this for her again," Jeanne Alter bemoaned, "how do I keep getting roped into this bullshit?"
You didn't even know what they were complaining about. They were the ones who had the idea to challenge Ritsuka to a game she was world class in.
For two people who were trying to lose, they sure seemed sore about it!
