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Hotel Chaldea Ep. Bazett
🕑 Added 2022-09-12 01:56:49 +0000 UTCHer fist cut through the air with the speed and force of a comet, and the disturbingly loud and almost frighteningly satisfying crunch of someone's nose being flattened reached your ear almost an entire eternity after your heart started beating again.
It was almost frightening how close you had come to death just now. A man with a handgun had kicked down a door behind you and was about ready to give you a new hole to breathe out of through when his gun was forcibly diverted off course, the bullet ricocheting off the ceiling and becoming embedded in the drywall, creating a vertical scar.
Your partner for this operation, bodyguard really, had promptly stepped into the assailant's personal space, disarmed him with a swift motion, and then, well, made his face a whole lot flatter.
The grunt that came out of the gunman was cut short as his head impacted the very door he had kicked open, and he collapsed to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
"Well then. That was interesting," your partner, Bazett, said.
You had to recover quickly, heart and brain coming back to function in a few moments. "Right, right-" you said, turning back to the man you had tracked to this dingy little office. To think, Ricciardo was one of the most affluent businessmen in the planet, and he could only afford a single idiot with a handgun.
Either that, or he had thought he wouldn't need any more than that.
Maybe if you'd come here alone, it would've been enough to deal with you, but... well, quite a few people had insisted that you don't come alone.
"Alright, Mr. Ricciardo, I see that negotiations will not be as smooth as I had expected," you said. You'd had to track this man down to... actually a fairly nice, tropical island in Central America, truth be told. Even approaching winter it was still very warm. As soon as Mana and Koyanskaya made their way here, you'd absolutely be taking a dip in the ocean with them.
Nah, probably not. You'd be too busy. But at least you'd get to enjoy seeing them in bikinis for a little while longer.
"I- ahh, Señor, I don't know-"
"Cut the crap," Bazett said, "you think Chaldea didn't already deal with every other thug you hired?" she asked, a small, confident smirk on her face, raising her hands and adjusting her gloves. "We let you have this one just to drive the point home."
"Then- then the assassins I hired-"
"Well... the Interpol may have had a sudden influx of highly wanted international criminals dropped on them," you said, dryly. You weren't in on that part of the operation, that was entirely Bazett, but you could go with the flow. "Seriously, the name of the organization is Chaldea Security International, why do people assume we're just a brothel?"
"Well that does bring more money than the mercenary business," Bazett said with a chuckle. "And we don't hire out our people for criminal activity, state sponsored or otherwise," she spoke, turning back to Ricciardo. "Which brings us back to you, Mr. Ricciardo."
"Lying to the highly skilled, highly dangerous mercenaries you hired?" you asked. "Who does that?"
Ricciardo shrank into his plush, cushioned chair, his heavy frame seeming to cover it entirely. "I- I-"
"An idiot," Bazett said.
"Right," you agreed. "But Mr. Ricciardo is not an idiot, right? You're one of the most succesful men in the world for a reason!"
Said reason, of course, being that he inherited a billion dollar enterprise from his parents, and had it degenerate to half its value in a short fifteen years.
"Surely you would not be so foolish as to try to skip payment of your dues, and especially the contract breach fee, would you?"
Bazett chuckled. "We'd have to take very severe measures, if that was the case."
The man sat silent for a few moments, but then crumbled, and wept.
It was... oddly satisfying.
He would not be a problem for much longer, and you'd be able to squeeze every cent he owed, as well as a bit extra compensation for the trouble and to keep his attempt to assassinate you under wraps. A short call back to base later, and after chatting with Ritsuka, it was decided that... well,.. even if you were done there, you should still stay in the area for at least a couple of days and make sure everything went through properly and correctly.
A squadron sent by Chaldea would make sure that nobody around had the idiotic idea to try to get at you, but Bazett would stay by your side for the duration, at least until Koyanskaya and Mana arrived, to take over your protection detail.
Their insistence, apparently.
That was how you found yourself, as the night settled, walking around the city, enjoying the unexpectedly active night life of the only city in the island. It was a paradise, in many ways, and it was inhabited by people whose sole income was stupidly rich tourists spending fortunes.
So everything was horrendously expensive, but since Chaldea had given you a rather... gigantic budget for the operation, you actually could enjoy it.
"No no, you want to keep to relatively populated, but not too crowded, areas," Bazett explained, taking a sip of her wine before putting the glass down. The nightclub played relatively soft music, instead of the ridiculously fast and bass heavy beats of places around it.
"Like this?" you asked. The vip lounge above the regular floor was a slightly dark, private place. There were very few people up there, and it was so dark, you could barely even notice them. In fact... you could not actually distinguish any features from anyone around you, and you hazarded a guess that neither could they.
"I chose this place because it was good for relaxation, and you had a bit of a shock. My apologies, I had it handled, but I should've thought about how it would look to you. You were never in danger, please forgive me for not warning you beforehand," Bazett said.
"I figured," you said. "Bit of a heart racer that."
Bazett nodded. "You might've noticed... you can't see the people around us," she spoke. "This bar uses special lighting," she gestured to the spot lights, dim and weak, as well as some that seemed to emit no light at all despite visibly being on. "I don't know the exact specifics, but combining certain light colors makes it almost impossible to see past them. So..."
"So nobody can tell that it's us here from further away than a few steps?" you asked.
"That'd be correct," Bazett said, taking another sip.
You hummed. "I wonder if people do crazy things, because of that," you muttered.
"Crazy?" Bazett asked, tilting her head. "Crazy like what?"
"Well... I can sort of somewhat see the rough shapes of people, some are cuddling, some are making out."
"You are very perceptive," Bazett said with a smile. "You're wondering if people would notice you having sex?"
You almost choked, and she laughed openly. It took a few seconds to recover. "I- maybe?"
She hummed. "Probably not," she said. "but of course, we could always check to make sure."
You blinked. "W-What?" you shook your head. "You don't mean..."
"You need to relax, both your body and your mind," she said, using one gloved hand to flick a lock of wine colored hair away from her forehead. And for the first time almost since you'd met, you started noticing her as a woman. Up until now, her presence had been mostly just... heavy. Powerful. Like she could snap you like a twig, but...
She wasn't exactly giving you that impression now.
"You know, it's almost frightening how much you remind me of Scathach," you said, the thought striking you all of a sudden.
"In what way?" she asked, adjusting and loosening her tie a little, her maroon colored shirt seeming a lot tighter now that you realized her womanly charms, her chest obviously standing out.
Maybe she'd changed how she sat or something. "Your presence is... heavy," you said, "it's hard to explain, but you feel like a powerful woman, I guess. Like you don't need to assert yourself, because it can be seen in plain sight. I'm not the best with words."
She chuckled. "Ah, good," she said. "Some people have asked if we're related due to the hair and eyes," she spoke. "But no, pure coincidence. We may be very, very distantly related, but it's hard to say, we'd be so many generations apart that we probably wouldn't even show up as related in a DNA test."
You nodded. "You could definitely pass as siblings though."
Bazett laughed. "You think?"
"I do... in so many more ways than just looks," you admitted.
"Oh?" she asked. "I've heard about you and Scathach. You think I'm as sexy as she is?"
"I'd have to be blind not to," you said, simply and clearly. "You've got good looks to spare, and power and confidence to boot," you said.
"I've heard that some men are turned off by that," she asked, idly.
"They're idiots," you said.
"Yeah... yeah they are," she agreed, taking a sip and allowing the silence to stretch for a few seconds. "You know, if you wanted to seduce me, you could've just asked," she said, idly swirling the last remnant of wine on her glass, before drinking it. "You didn't need to go the long way around."
"I wasn't planning to," you said. "But I'm not passing up the opportunity to be with a woman like you."
Her face was a bit red. "Hah, you flatterer, you don't think I'm just gonna let you get away with teasing me, do you?" she asked, a smirk curling her lips up as her eyes focused on yours, almost intimidatingly so.
"I was hoping you wouldn't," you agreed with a smile.
She put the empty glass down and, with an extremely seductive level of confidence, she got up from her seat. Her jacket was quickly taken off, and she tossed it on the same love seat she'd been occupying not a moment before. Her shirt was showing off just how perfect her body was, no extra fat out of place, nothing but a well crafted machine. She pulled her tie even looser, and popped the first few buttons of her shirt. It expanded almsot immediately, as she went down to the buttons over her breasts, and opened them as well.
Her chest was covered by a lacey, deep purple and black bra, it was definitely the sort you wore to seduce a man.
You gulped at the sight. "You were ready?" you asked, as you turned the seat on its base. It was obvious the vip lounge was designed with the idea of couples getting hot and heavy... you wondered if they'd planned on poeple being as daring as you were about to be.
"I've been told you're that sort," she hummed. "I might have expected this..." she muttered as she approached, sitting on your lap, her gloved hand grabbing your chin and tilting it up to meet her eyes as she came closer. "I only have you to myself for one night, and I'm going to get to the bottom of the rumors dancing about you."
She licked her lips.
You swallowed, and then she came down and you met her in a kiss that quickly became a heated and heavy makeout session. Her arms were around your shoulders, and she pressed her body against yours, as much as you grabbed her and pulled her into you.
Her body was muscular, almost hard, but as you reached for her bottom, her butt proved deliciously firm, with just the tiniest bit of give, just enough that you could get a good grip on it.
She moved, rubbing her butt on your crotch, the pressure surprisingly pleasurable to be subjected to, but it wasn't enough. The heavy making out, the blazing heat of your crotch and the pressure exerted by her butt, it got you hard, but it was more painful than pleasurable.
So she moved to straddle you, the seat offering just enough room.
"Are you willing to chance being seen?" she asked. "The trick of the light might just about cover us, but this is still public sex," she said, moaned really.
"If you're as turned on as I am," you said, "I don't think you give a shit about that!"
She laughed. "You're damn right I don't," she said, as her hands reached for the button at the front of her pants. She undid it quickly, and followed it up with the zipper, getting off of you only long enough to pull them down, crouching as she did, giving you an amazing view down her shirt, of just how amazing those juicy breasts were.
Her bottoms were of the same design as her bra, a pair of deep purple panties with designs in black lace. It was too dark to really see, and honestly even if it wasn't, you couldn't find it in yourself to be bothered about that.
Instead, removing your own pants, or at least liberating your cock from them, took up all your brainpower, so you quickly did that, and allowed your length to burst free.
She smirked, straddled you once more, and then began rubbing her panty clad lower lips against your cock. "Mmhm... it's hot," she muttered. "You're blazing hot," she added, "so hard and hot... you're not bad, not bad at all, not even when compared to him..."
"To who?" you asked.
"Don't worry, just a womanizer, he doesn't matter right now," she said, shaking her head, reaching down for her panties, slipping them aside, and revealing her wet crotch, its heat feeling intense on your dick, it was like the temperature had just risen.
And it only got even higher when she came down, and impaled herself on your cock in a single sweep. She let out a low, groaning moan. "Fuck..! It's... it's amazing..!" she muttered. "You're just like the rumors said," she moaned. "Agh, alright- let's, let's... go!"
You opened your mouth, but before you could formulate a thought and put it into words, she was moving, her hips rocking back and forth, immediately striking a powerful rhythm. Yes, she was almost scarily similar to Scathach, in so very many ways, but goddamn did these women know how to turn you on, and how to drive you wild.
Were all women from Ireland like this!? Even if they weren't quite incarnations of sex on legs like Medb was, it was obvious that they were definitely all succubi!
She moved faster and faster, silencing both her own moans and yours with a deep kiss, and her wild ride quickly became one of the most intense you had ever experienced, clearly she was pushing herself to her limits and was quickly reaching yours.
You couldn't hold it, not even for a moment longer, the moment she began to shake in orgasm, groaning into your mouth, your arms wrapped around her and forcing her down at the same time as you thrust your hips up, cumming all the backed up cum from the past few days spent tracking down the target, as well as all the stress and life threatening excitement you'd experienced that very day.
For the first time in what felt like days, and especially the eternity that had been today, you finally relaxed, and almost melted into the love seat.
Panting, you simply held onto her, and she patted your head lightly. "Are you feeling better now?" she asked.
"Y-Yeah... I didn't- I didn't even think I needed it that much, but damn," you muttered. "That was... that was incredibly intense."
"That's the nerves working themselves out," she said, nodding. "Happens sometimes, ever hear about how it's a common cliché in movies? You're high strung and then you relax all at once."
"Glad to be alive sex, huh?" you asked. "I can dig it."
"From what I've heard, you don't really need that excuse," she said with a laugh. "You're still hard inside me... even after pumping that much..."
You chuckled. "Well, I've gotta live up to the rumors, don't I?" you asked.
"Careful, if you keep going like that, you might even create some tall tales nobody can live up to," she said. "I know a man or two who can't live up to their reputation," she said.
"Well, I'll just have to prove I'm who I say I am," you responded.
She nodded. "Then prove it to me, right now..." she said, looking down and licking her lips.
Comments
Ignacio Nadeo
On that front, that's Pseudo Servant Bazett, so she actually can't get pregnant at all, and the MC is always on Birth Control, the circumstances that led to Ritsuka and Mashu's pregnancy involved the MC drinking a potion that cleared the effects of his birth control from his system, otherwise even if Mashu and Ritsuka forgot theirs they still wouldn't have gotten pregnant.
Armin
You'd think he'd be more careful about creampieing non-servants after accidentally impregnating two girls. Anyway, maybe an idea: MC with Bazett and Scathach, except Bazett as a fellow client experiencing Scathach's services instead of providing service to the MC, could be a different dynamic.
Ignacio Nadeo
After tiered voting is factored in, the result was quite different than what might initially seem.
SRWilson MR
Wait, did Bazett really win the poll ? I'm surprised considering that Morgan was there
