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Hotel Chaldea Ep. Morgan le Fay 3
🕑 Added 2025-08-11 02:54:37 +0000 UTC"Hello, husband. Would you like dinner, your bath, or..."
Morgan le Fay leaned forward with a smile so beatific and kind that it was almost eerie.
"...me?"
Her cheeks tinted pink and the blush spread from them all the way to the tips of her ears. She wore nothing but a white apron, tied behind her just over her rounded bottom, thigh high socks with slippers and a big black ribbon tied into a large bow that kept her hair up and off her face.
Her large chest stretched the front of her apron, making the light blue ribbon it was adorned with look almost like it was being strained to not pop and explode, letting her chest free. On her right hand she held a spatula and her left was covered by a paper towel that was wet, she had clearly just used it to dry her hand.
"Come along now, husband," she said, crumpling the paper towel in her hand, shoving it in the front pocket of her apron. The pitter patter of rain outside slowly faded into nothing, and only the droplets of water dripping off of a thick coat and an umbrella remained made noise as the door was closed.
Morgan didn't wait for a response, instead, she was swift to follow her husband's desires, stepping back and turning around, revealing the delicious curves of her back and showing off the healthy pale pink of her skin, not a stitch of it covered except by a tiny white band, tied into another ribbon, that held her apron to her front.
Her butt swayed left and right as she walked with purpose and style, nay, she was practically gliding, wagging her spatula, she made sure to put each foot in front of the other to add even more sashay to her sway, hiding nothing and provoking as much as she could.
She walked past the entrance and guided her husband with her every step, like the pied piper, her hypnotic movements were impossible to ignore. Her own scent was intoxicating, her perfume was sweet and spicy at the same time, an unforgettable cross between attraction and danger... As she stepped into the kitchen, she moved towards the pot which she had been slaving over.
Of course it already looked delicious. The pot steamed slightly, and the complexity of the scents wafting from it was testament to the effort that went into preparing it. The filling for what would soon be a shepherd's pie was already coming together. Everything else was already prepared.
As stepped closer to the dish, she used her spatula to scrap some of its contents from the pot's sides and then with expert movements, she mixed them with the rest of the contents of the pot, making sure to pull what sat on the bottom up to the top to spread the heat evenly.
The ground meat and vegetables that came from the bottom to the top liberated another deliciously enticing cloud of steam brimming with delicious scents, spices from all over the world playing together in a wonderfully balanced harmony.
"Oh! My dear husband!"
She stiffened as her beloved's arms wrapped around her body, one arm over her chest, above her breasts, the other, around her tummy, then, the two strong arms pulled her back and pressed her shapely behind against her husband's crotch, even as his lips pressed against her shoulder, trailing their way up her neck, sucking and biting and leaving marks all over her skill.
She moaned and mewled as her husband's left hand moved to her chest, and grabbed onto her right breast through her apron, lifting and squeezing it, kneading her soft skin, while his right slid along her apron on the way down until he reached the hem, then came upon her thigh, sliding a little further and then once he put his hand on her thigh, he squeezed it a little.
She gasped and let out a light moan, and then his hand slid up, under the apron this time.
He reached her core in but moments, and the heat emanating from it was intense. Two of his fingers pressed against her inner thighs, while the two middle fingers of his hands pushed between them. The tips of his fingers touched her burning hot pussy lips, coated in her juices already.
She desired him so strongly that her body had been dying for his touch, longing for his affection. All day, she had endured, waiting for that one moment, where she would finally find release.
His left hand then pulled back and then moved back to her left side, before sliding under her apron as well and grabbing her left breast directly. His movements were a lot more intense then, grabbing her full, heavy breast and squeezing firmly, even reaching with his finger to start pressing against and flicking her nipple.
She moaned lewdly, and her voice was cut off as the two fingers of his right hand over her lower lips pushed in, spreading her cunt open. Without need for exploration, without need for fumbling in the dark, he found each and every sensitive spot, a well trained hand seeking every weakness in a well explored pussy.
"Hu, husband," she moaned, "if you're so rough with me, I'll get distracted, the food..."
Her husband paid no heed to her words, however, and instead his fingers sought even weaker and more sensitive spots, parts where she had no resistance, no ability to contain herself. She gasped as he opened way and spread her love hole, the tips of his fingers finding the spots between her folds where her nerves were most exposed.
His touch was intoxicating, his touch was lovely, his touch was everything she wanted and then some, his touch was making her feel like everything was right, she couldn't do anything but bask in it, bask in the heat and weight pushing down and front on her, press her back against his chest, and her butt against his crotch.
Her movements quickly found a rhythm, and his hand began to move. Slowly his fingers curled and then he began to pull them back, then push them back in again, slowly at first, but swiftly building up speed and adjusting his angles and his movements, twisting his wrist in delicious ways that let his fingers rotate and touch different spots every time he pushed in and back out.
She mewled and moaned under his touch, her legs and waist and hips shook, her stance becoming wobbly.
His kisses became more intense as well, trailing up her neck and the line of her jaw. She turned her face to his, and then their lips met, for a moment, an almost comically chaste peck, contrasting with the fingers in her pussy that were starting to make squishy, slick and wet noises as his fingering became ever more intense.
Then his tongue pressed against her blue painted lips, the almost candy-like coating tasting as sweet as it looked, and she let him in, letting him explore her mouth fully, and caressing his tongue as it sought to dance with hers. It wasn't a complex kiss, but it was a deep one, it was a kiss of affection, a kiss between lovers.
And yet, even such a kiss must break, and the lovers did part. A string of saliva connected their tongues and lips to each other's, breaking after he pulled back too far.
She moaned, an almost pitiful, whining sound as his hand extracted itself from her nether regions, and even more so as he pulled his hand from under her apron and let her chest go.
"Dear," she spoke, blinking and moaning as she trembled a little, only for her husband's hand to move swiftly and for a flick of his fingers to turn the stove to the lowest setting, which would keep the pot warm but not warm enough to cook its contents any more. "Oh, oh my, you're-"
He grabbed her by the hips and thighs and turned her around, planting a fierce, hungry kiss on her lips, a demanding kiss, not a soft one, he mashed his lips to hers, he demanded that she answer, and like steel hidden beneath silk she responded just as strongly, her arms wrapping around his body, hugging him fiercely even as she felt the tumescent penis in his pants start to cry out for release.
He broke the kiss and lifted her, his hands sliding under her to support her, grabbing her butt and squeezing it, not the least bit gently, then with a swift movement he raised her then dropped her again, plopping her bubble butt on the kitchen counter.
She wasn't idle either, her hands moving like a magician's, with purpose and expertise, wasting no movement to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants and pull down his fly, in the whirlwind of movement, this was enough for his pants to drop and reveal his underwear, the cotton barely containing the stiff erection threatening to burst it at its seams.
"Dear... I can feel your heat... I want you so badly right now," she moaned into his ear, as he pushed his body against hers. Her legs encased him, and without either needing to look or focus on it much, their bodies molded together, his stiff, erect penis slipping out of its containment.
The tip of his penis felt wonderful against the entrance of her pussy, and as she closed her eyes and relaxed, he entered her, and truly arrived at 'home', as she clung to her husband's torso with all her might, closing her eyes and concentrating on nothing but pleasuring her husband using every part of her body, focusing on her internal muscles and trying to apply pressure on him from every side.
He was much the same as her, they were husband and wife after all, and as he began to move, his hips and his torso began to turn and twist, he shook his pelvis and rocked his body to make sure every thrust and every pull, every push and every withdraw, each of them would hit a different angle, he made sure to scratch every last itch and bring a form of release that was as physical as it was emotional.
To be desired, to be wanted, to be so lost in one another... to be made love to, that was what Morgan wanted, and her pale gray hair came free as her black ribbon was loosened from the jostling.
As he began to pump into her more fiercely, the kitchen began to shake, they put everything into pleasuring one another and pushed pleasure to its limit, thinking only of each other.
Her fingernails dug into his back, he gripped her butt fiercely and then pushed her against him, she knew what was coming, she felt the tension coiling in his body, she felt the vibrations and tightening of his muscles and felt the swelling and then sudden retraction of his testicles, she felt everything he had coming to the fore.
"Kiss me, husband!" she begged, and he answered not with words but with action, mashing his lips to hers once more, this time, not a kiss of desire, but lip to lip, a connection, both closed their eyes and drowned in one another, as Morgan accepted everything her husband would give her, and enjoyed it fully, completely, and without restraint.
She felt his orgasm come together with hers into a maelstrom of pleasure that swept her, like a strong rainstorm. She thought not of pleasure but of love, and felt nothing but eternal gratitude to her husband for letting her experience such an incredible sensation.
But alas, all things, even good ones, must come to an end.
With a final peck to her man's lips, Morgan allowed herself a brief moment where she thought of nothing but the pleasant and pleasurable happiness she had just experienced.
It would be back to business as usual in just moments, but until then, she enjoyed the little game she was playing, enjoyed playing the role of the wife that she could never be.
But alas, it was not to be, for that was simply not who she truly was. "That was excellent. You've exceeded yourself, collector," she spoke, plainly, but with great fondness in her tone. "Truly Medea is a woman to be envied in more than just her talent for spellcasting."
Pulling back a little, the debt collector looked her in the eye, a wry smile on his face. "So you say, but," he chuckled a little, "I think you're not so bad yourself."
"Truly," she agreed. She did love her husband, after all. "Alas her time is limited, and I can hardly justify spending our quality time on such games," she spoke. "I can never bring myself to be anyone but myself around her," she said, sounding a little wistful.
It was the truth, wasn't it?
"Every time I learn more about love, I realize how little I truly know," he said, his voice sounding a little wistful.
She couldn't help but agree. All her vast knowledge of magic and magecraft and all miracle work, all of it could do nothing to help inform her on matters of the heart. But it would be what it would be.
They still had time, and after enjoying a very tasty dinner, it would be time to move on to the second item in the list she had offered...
