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Hotel Chaldea Ep. Quetzalcoatl & Scathach
🕑 Added 2022-02-14 02:42:22 +0000 UTC"Just out of curiosity, ever tried bursting a watermelon with your thighs?"
Your eyes were almost lost in following every line and contour of the body of your wrestling partner for the day. Scathach had introduced her as Quetzalcoatl, and she herself had introduced herself as "the Goddess of Lucha". Cascading, wavy blonde hair, piercing green eyes, and a confident, hungry smile... had not been what had caught your eye.
No, what caught your eye was the washboard that she called abs, the muscles under the healthy, yet thin, layer of fat of her arms, which she showed off as she stretched them - it was amazing to see just how her already athletic body changed just by her taking off her sweatshirt, leaving her in only tight spandex shorts and a sports bra that barely contained her sizable breasts.
"Yes!" she confirmed, giving you a confident grin. "Are you wondering if I can do it with a skull too?" she asked, smirking. "You know usually I ask for dinner before I crush someone with my thighs."
"If that's what you want, I could go for some fish tacos," Scathach said, "but I asked for your help today, don't wander."
"Always so serious!" Quetzalcoatl tutted, as she bent over to touch her toes. You didn't think there was absolutely any accident in how it showed the curve of her body, and her leg muscles growing, shifting, moving...
There was quite a bit of a difference between Quetzalcoatl and the Amazoness CEO Penthesilea. Where the CEO had sported very little body fat, and an almost androgynous, powerful body, Quetzalcoatl embraced and exalted her body's feminine appeal.
And she did so by sending a wink your way, as she deliberately pushed her breasts together to make them look even bigger.
"Concentrate, it's nothing you haven't seen before, you're acting like a virgin," Scathach said, arms crossed. She wasn't making it any easier herself. Though not sporting the bulging musculature that even at rest gave Quetzalcoatl an image that bodybuilders would admire or envy, Scathach had a softer, almost elegant look to her, that nonetheless you knew hid power and muscles under the thin veneer of normalcy.
And, well, she had chosen a white sports bra that was thin enough that you could spy a little bump where her nipples where, and spray-painted on purple yoga pants.
"Get on the mats already," Scathach said, making a sweeping gesture with her hands. "Keep your opponent in mind," she spoke, flicking her wine colored hair behind her back, her ponytail almost dancing in invisible wind.
Already on the mats in a single bounding leap and falling onto a stance, Quetzalcoatl grinned in a weird way. She was showing perhaps a bit too much teeth, and her eyes, her eyes spoke of boundless amusement and extreme bliss...
"Why do I feel that I should be playing mariachi inspired boss music right about now?" you asked, feeling a chill run down your spine.
Quetzalcoatl laughed openly. "Your body knows. Your mind hasn't caught up yet, but your body knows..."
You laughed nervously.
"Keep what you've learned in mind, keep your cool, and do not be distracted by her body," Scathach said.
"He~ey, I'm always glad to see you're an appreciator of tall older girls!" Quetzalcoatl said with a wink, "but while we're putting our bodies to the test, in a battle of flesh, bone and will, you'll have to keep your mind entirely on Lucha, if you wanna win!"
She raised her right arm and patted her bicep, then did the same to her left and struck a pose with her arms raised, showing off the entirety of her body. "Come at me, bro!" she said.
"BEGIN!" Scathach shouted.
You charged towards her, and threw your arms over her shoulders. She was slightly taller than you, well, a little more than slightly, but she felt even bigger when her long arms landed on your shoulders, and the two of you became locked in an armlock.
She broke it quite quickly, her leg sweeping yours, and her powerful arms swinging you like a ragdoll, pulling you over her body and throwing you behind her. You had only a moment's panic before your training came in, and you braced, rolling with the hit, the mat absorbing the rest. It still shook you up, but you weren't a pile of broken man on the ground.
"Excellent! Falling technique is the basis of all moves for a luchador, and you've grasped it in one!" Quetzalcoatl shouted. "But this is just the start!"
You threw yourself aside and then tried your best to get back on your feet, and you got up just in time to see her catch up with you. Her leg hit your core like a rocket propelled grenade straight from a launcher, doubling you over.
"Here's the thighs you were lost in!" she spoke, amusement overflowing from her voice, as her hands dragged you forward, even as you caught your breath, and you found yourself encased in ridiculously powerful, well muscled thighs, big, fat, soft, pliant, yet as they pressed down, the powerful muscles underneath the thin layer of softness made themselves known, covering your ears, almost cutting you off from the rest of the world, deafening you, making it impossible to focus on anything but the sight, scent, and feel of her thighs.
Her hands grabbed your waist, and pulled you up, her thighs released you, and she pulled you up until your legs rested on her shoulders, the world spinning around you until you found yourself gathering your bearings.
And, in fact...
"Oh-ho!" her almost too sharp looking teeth formed into a smile as her eyes nearly went cross each other, both of them focused on the bulging erection that was stretching the front of your pants. "Now THIS is what I call a surprise powerbomb!" she spoke, laughing as she did.
"Please don't break my back," you pleaded.
"Nope~!" she shouted, as she let herself fall and slammed you down simultaneously, your back screaming in pain as you gasped for air.
It took what felt like ages for you to finally catch your breath, even as her legs, her strong, hard calves, rested on your shoulders, and she kept you pinned.
"Yes, I see the problem," Scathach finally said, as you heard her step on the mat and walk up to you. "I believe you see it too?"
"Can't concentrate with all his blood rushing down here, huh? This is a different kind of hotblooded passion, but I appreciate it nonetheless!" the blonde responded in turn, winking at you. Her hands, holding onto your thighs, grabbed onto your exercise pants... and in a single swift motion, ripped them apart, destroying them, reducing them to shreds, that she tossed aside very quickly, releasing your cock, hard as a rock.
Scathach nodded. "First, we deal with this," she said.
Quetzalcoatl's hands grabbed onto your buttcheeks, and lifted your lower body up, and you felt yourself slip on her oiled up abdomen, skidding over her abs, your balls almost smushed against them, and into the incredible heat generated by her breasts, caught in her white and orange sports bra.
You let out an almost girlish moan, as you were manipulated easily.
"Ooh, you're as hot as flame itself, it feels as if I were sunbathing during a heatwave!" Quetzalcoatl commented, moaning as she gave you an impromptu boobjob.
"We'll deal with your arousal first, and then, you'll have a proper examination!" Scathach ordered... as she got on her knees, each of said knees next to your face. Two of her fingers, one on each hand, came down to her crotch, right above your face, and her nails dug into the fabric. With a ripping sound, far subtler than your pants, she opened her own crotch up, revealing her stuffy, sweaty and smelly pussy, stinking of an overwhelmingly potent female scent.
"A double pin!" Quetzalcoatl commented, "how can you escape two luchadoras simultaneously!? You can't!" she shouted, laughing it up as she did, her hands massaging your ass powerfully, kneading it like dough. "But you do have a nice, delicious ass, just as firm as I like them!"
Whatever response you could've given was lost, muffled by Scathach's wet crotch as she descended upon you, kissing your lips with her lower lips. At this point, making out with that pair was just as natural to you as the ones on her face.
Your hands moved almost of their own accord, reaching for Scathach's firm behind. Slightly more understated than Quetzalcoatl's overwhelmingly powerful muscles, Scathach had a really nice set of her own, and the contrast you felt between the two musculatures that surrounded you was quite intense.
Both of them undeniably women, both of them undeniably feminine, both of them undeniably powerful, enough to make you feel small and weak, and yet, caught between these two forces of nature you felt at ease, as if you were caught between your teacher, and your big sister.
It was a strange feeling, but Quetzalcoatl did give a sort of aura like that, like she'd be the sort of cool sister that beats up people who bully you.
You groaned as you began to feel the blonde move, her chest dragging, creating delicious friction, against your shaft and engulfing your prick head, even as you leaked precum, lubricating her tits, the impossible heat of her bra's containment adding further.
You felt a pair of hands, your mind was too lost in lust and sex to really know which, coming down and romaing your chest, and another pair on your abs, and the two pairs ran their fingers over your muscles, over your tummy, tracing your abdominals, tracing your belly button, flicking and rolling your nipples.
"That's it, that's it, keep thrusting like that! Never give up! Not until the ref counts to three, you don't stop struggling as long as you draw breath!"
Your hips moved almost of their own volition, as you desperately thrust and pulled back, and the hands on your ass helped, pushing and pulling you, even as they squeezed and massaged your ass.
"Don't stop licking me either!" Scathach ordered.
Your body was working by autopilot, as lessons more deeply carved into you than any other took over and allowed you to keep pace with the two powerful women, as you serviced and were serviced in turn.
You even heard the unsubtle, loud and excessively lewd kissing, it seemed that Quetzalcoatl had leaned forward and captured the smaller woman's lips into a kiss that had become a full makeout session, and just hearing the sound alone was enough to tip you over the edge, and the fact that Scathach was now flooding her arousal, clearly preparing for the tidal wave of her orgasm, was what brought you over the edge.
Your overfilled balls, almost crushed against Quetzalcoatl's strong body, retracted and you didn't even feel respite because your entire body went almost completely limp, the only stiff and strong part of your body left, your cock, spewing its white fluid like a cum geyser.
The sports bra quickly became a container full of semen, as your excessive load overflowed from its containment, and Quetzalcoatl let out an almost erotically girlish giggle, clearly luxuriating in the feeling.
Scathach pulled back, her breathing only slightly hitched, though it was obvious that her crotch was extremely wet, as she stretched herself.
"Very well, now that we've dealt with that, you will-"
Quetzalcoatl pulled your cock out of her bra, revealing it was even harder, sturdier, and more ready than before.
She let you down on the mat, stood up and unsubtly ripped her workout shorts from her body, revealing a tiny red thong underneath, which she proceeded to remove just as carelessly.
Her glistening, moist pussy opened easily as she used a finger to tease herself, licking her lips, a threatening grin on her face, as she looked down upon you, it almost seemed like her face was covered in shadows.
"I'm afraid I can't let you drain his balls to death," the voice of your... your assistant, right! Koyanskaya! She had come to save you! Well, she had just come into the room, still stood on the door, and she carried a clipboard with her.
The blonde grinned. "That's fine, I'll leave him with a few droplets of juice left."
"As long as his hips function," Koyanskaya said from the door. "I suppose this report can wait..." she hummed, turning around and making as if to leave the gym, but then she stopped, pulled something from her cleavage, and tossed it at Scathach. It was a tiny bottle. "These are compliments from the NFF. Should keep him going for a little longer than usual."
Scathach looked dubious for a moment.
"I'm sure the side effects won't be a problem for you," Koyanskaya said.
"You... you traitor, you're leaving me to the wolves?!" you cried.
The pink haired, fox-accessory wearing assistant in latex smirked. "I would gladly serve as the receptacle of your desires, boss, but I see that you're a little bit too tired to partake in my body tonight~!"
"Whyyyy?!" you cried.
The foxy lady sniffed as she left.
Quetzalcoatl laughed. "She's a cold one, but she seems to care about you at least a little. Her last superior... did not have a good time."
Scathach nodded. "In that way, I suppose you are the right person for the job of taming her."
"D-Does that mean, I get to rest so I can, uh, do that?"
"Of course not, we're gonna train you even harder now so you can put her in her place!" Quetzalcoatl said, winking, sticking her tongue out, and giving you a thumbs up, all at once.
Absolutely none of that was even remotely reassuring. You began to wonder how much a hip replacement cost, as the blonde straddled your hips...
