Hotel Chaldea Ep. Artoria (Alter) & Jeanne (Alter)

In a dark room, two women, pale as can be, were changing themselves, while philosophy happened.

They discussed many things, among them, the nature of truth.

There are certain truths about the universe that cannot be negated. Mass attracts mass. An object in motion tends to stay in motion. Someone, somewhere, will always find a way to ruin nice things.

But the most important truth of them all, the very lynchpin upon which all reality was fastened, the one inmutable fact that allowed the sun to rise and the wind to blow and the waves to form... was that maids existed to serve. That was their purpose, their reason to be, the very meaning of their existence, and it was upon that principle that maids defined their lives.

"That sounds like the most overblown, ridiculous, overdramatic and exaggerated nonsense I've ever heard in my life, and that's a pretty tall order!"

"Of course a gormless peasant such as yourself could not understand something as sublime as a maid's greatness. Even if you wear our garb and adorn your head with our dress, you are still a common and vulgar peasant to the end!"

Jeanne Alter, Jalter or just Jeanne depending on circumstance, was not having a good time.

Artoria Alter, on the other hand, was having a much better time, as she rested her weapon of service, the mop she carried all the time, on her shoulder, while holding a bucket with her other hand.

Both of the servants were dressed almost exactly the same.

Black string bikini tops with white ruffles adorning the cups that connected to ruffled white collars decorated with a black ribbon on the front for both of them, white maid headdresses that kept their bangs out of the way, black thigh highs that accented their legs, and sensibly heeled shoes.

Artoria wore a black jacket with deep red inner lining and a black microskirt with a mini apron on the front to bring the outfit together, while Jeanne had opted to not wear a skirt or jacket, instead wearing a tiny half apron and a thigh band on her right leg.

Suffice to say, they were remarkably sexy, certainly no typical french maid outfits, full on bikini maids.

"What's with these outfits, then?" Jeanne asked, gesturing at what she herself was wearing.

"We are sexy gothic lolita bikini maids!" pointed out Artoria, swinging her mop over her head and then leveling it like a bastard sword at Jeanne. "We exist to provide our master with service! Wherever and however it may be needed, a maid walks behind her master and serves them however she must!" she spoke.

"That doesn't explain the bikini," Jeanne countered. "Are you so high up your own ass that you can't even hear what I'm telling you?"

"It's simple, you foolish buffoon," Artoria countered. "A maid will clean whatever needs to be cleaned," she said, then twirled the mop in her hand before pointing it away from Jeanne.

The light came on. The room was lit all of a sudden.

"Wha- oh, it's you," Jeanne said, crossing her arms. "So that's what this is all about, huh?"

And thus, it was on. "Yes, I am what it's all about. I am your master now," you called, leaning back on the large, throne-like armchair. "And as such, you should be eager to service me."

"Don't you mean serve?" Jeanne asked, uncrossing her arms, resting one hand on her hip and raising the opposite eyebrow.

"No, he does not; you are a bedchamber maid," Artoria explained. "That is your position, it is the only one you are fit and qualified for," the once and future king, stained in black, spoke, as she stepped towards you. "Belated greetings, my master, we shall now start with the nightly service."

"Ugh, fine, if it'll clear my debts, then I guess I've heard of worse ways to spend a night," the faux frenchwoman said, shrugging her shoulders. "Whatever, I'll jerk you off some so we can be done for the night and I can take this off before that vulgar saint sees me wearing it."

Artoria was the first to get to you, however, and as you relaxed on the throne-like armchair, she swiftly got on her knees and then gave you enough time to raise your hips before grabbing your pants and sliding them off, pulling them towards her then down, and helping you get your feet off.

Luckily, you hadn't put on shoes, after all, it was entirely a premeditated situation, but the cold of the floor was a bit more pronounced when she took off the socks along with your pants.

"Alright, lemme first, you're just a brute, so let me handle the delicate work first," Jeanne spoke, her lips curling into a smug, superior smirk. "This guy's such a lewd beast that he'll be hard in only a second anyway!"

"Very well, newbie maid, show me what you've got," Artoria said, scooting to your left as Jeanne took your right, displaying some serious confidence and pride as she pulled your cock out of your underwear and then her eyes grew wider and her jaw went a little slack. "O-Oh, what, what the hell, why's it so big huh!? Did you get it modified or something?"

Artoria's own eyes were wide and she was so caught up in it that she failed to scold Jeanne for her abruptness, didn't even comment on her being a lowborn wretch over her language.

"I've seen breeding stallions less gifted," the bloodstained king commented, shaking her head and blinking as if it would clear the sight away.

"Ugh, and it stinks too!" Jeanne said, as she sniffed deeply. "Do you not wash or something?"

"Of course not, what is a maid for if not for cleaning her master's cock?" chastised Artoria, licking her lips. "Naturally, I told him not to wash before coming here."

Well, it was an odd request to say the least, but clearly, it was paying off, given how the two of them were sniffing deeply, nostrils flaring, as they took in your scent, the strong stench of your cock overpowering their senses and giving some color to their faces.

Swallowing, Artoria jabbed at Jeanne's side. "Well?" she said. "Weren't you going to handle him?"

"Y-Yeah! Look at me, I'm going to, I'm going," Jeanne swallowed as well, her hand, soft and gentle but tightly gripping your shaft, starting to move, along your slowly hardening manhood. Very slowly. "I- I-"

"Worthless," Artoria said, "you're so enraptured by your master's cock that you can't even service it!"

"I too can!" Jeanne replied. "Just watch me!"

And well, she certainly was one to be watched, because apparently deciding to give it her all, she grabbed your shaft with both hands, leaned forward and opened her mouth, taking in the tip of your still partially flaccid cock into her mouth while stroking your length with her hands. Her tongue darted along the sensitive skin of your glans and licked it all over, before pulling back.

"Guh, fuck'n," she swallowed, "how disgusting, you taste horrible, dirty, horrible!" she repeated, opening her mouth, eyes tearing up a little from the effort as she actually started taking you into her mouth, sucking and slurping and swallowed as her pale face gained an almost healthy pink color, golden-yellow eyes looking up at you as she began bobbing her head up and down.

Her blowjob was strained and slow, she was having one hell of a lot of difficulty sucking you off, struggling really badly especially to take more than just the tip of your cock into her mouth.

Luckily, that was when her partner and fellow maid, Artoria, came in, grabbing the back of Jeanne's head with one hand and putting the other on the armrest of your throne for leverage. Her muscles tensed and bulged for an instant as she pushed with one single powerful and forceful shove.

Immediately Jeanne's mouth and throat opened up and swallowed you down to the base as the fallen saint was forced to take in the entire length of your cock all the way to the base, deepthroating you suddenly, her throat spasming and almost vibrating around your cock.

"This is why maids work in teams," Artoria moaned, "you make for a better toy than you do a maid, perhaps that's a better career choice for you?" she said, bunching up Jeanne's hair, her ponytail gathered into a single handhold, and then using it to pull the frenchwoman up.

Something unintelligible, but almost certainly vile and poisonous, came out of Jeanne's mouth, muffled by your cock, causing delicious vibrations that sent waves of pleasure flowing all the way through your body, starting and returning to your core as Artoria began to use Jeanne's head and throat as a pocket pussy.

She was merciless, too, violent and brutal, powerful and ruthless, in everything that she did, even in her service, while using someone else-

Until Jeanne caught her with a strong elbow that drove her back, then pulled all the way off of you.

"Hghyuu, beeech~!" Jeanne slurred, as she had to regain the ability to speak after getting her mouth and throat reshaped by your cock. Before Artoria could catch herself or regain her bearings, the Witch took the King in hand, and then slammed her down on your length, much the same as she had been. "How's about some turnaround!?" she half slurred, half screamed.

Artoria was even tighter than Jeanne, she wasn't ready for your length but you didn't care with how good it felt, Artoria managed to relax to let you in but her throat spasms were even more powerful than Jeanne's, it was more difficult to move her too but Jeanne managed to throatfuck the stunned King for a good few seconds.

It was all you could do just to resist, to stop yourself from cumming, from the sheer and incredible pleasure you were subjected to.

Artoria made it easier when she managed to throw off Jeanne's hands, and get off of your length, exposing the spit-slick shaft to the air, which was much colder than the alters' throats, in itself a strangely effective stimulation.

Not that you could think of getting used to that because moments later they restarted their fight, both of them grabbing each other's faces and then shoving the other onto your cock. Your shaft and glans soon felt the touch of their smooth cheeks, skin on skin, lips on cock, as they rubbed each other's face on your length, their lips brushing against your dick and even against each other.

They didn't seem to notice, or care, as they growled incomprehensible unintelligible nonsense at each other, tongues coming out of their mouths to sometimes lick your cock, sometimes dance with each other, and most of the time, to lubricate your cock and lick up your precum as they pleasured you and performed their duties the best they could, using the other as the tool to do so.

It was intense and none could argue, it was no shame to cum quickly considering how hard they were going.

What they weren't prepared for was for the volume of cum that you were about to usher into, the eruption came and they both sensed it, as your balls retracted and your cock seemed to bulge as it pushed the semen up its not insignificant length, the two servants forced each other's face up right next to your prickhead, and then, they were blasted in the face by your first spurt.

It shocked and surprised them, of course, but what shocked them more was how it continued, two, three, four and even five blasts, each of them as big as the first, each of them enough to be a whole crowd's bukkake, and as they pulled back, you painted their faces and their chests with semen, ensuring that neither went uncovered.

As your orgasm petered out, the two faced each other. "What a mess you've made," hissed Artoria.

"Me!? You're the one who couldn't catch it with your dumb face!" Jeanne replied.

"No no no, it was me, I was the one who made the mess," you pointed out, sighing and letting the aftershocks of orgasm course through you for a few moments, before leaning forward and putting a hand on each of their shoulders, then pushed them both back, causing them to land on their butts, both of them landing in such a position that their crotches were visible.

They both wore bikini bottoms in the same maid theme as their tops, and, well...

"See?" you gestured at their positively flooded pussies. "Look at that, now that's a mess I'm proud to have made. Now," you leaned back and stroked your still fully erect cock before them, "how about you get back up here and finish cleaning up my cock?"

The two looked at each other, and right then, it was obvious that they were deciding which of them would have the privilege of jumping on and riding your meat first. Whichever one won, the other needn't worry, you had more than enough to make even more messes.

It really was a bit of a strange request to play the Master, but who were you to judge what their idea of a good date was?