Glaces Etoile du Chemineau

In the backrooms of the hotel, laughter emanated from the couch where Reyna was lounging. She was fully reclined, shoes kicked off, toes wiggling as a bowl of popcorn shook with each tittering laugh. In front of her was a monitor broken up into several sections showing displays of several other seasons. On one, a young woman ran from monsters in a forest, another had a group discussing the implications of turning the man into a woman, a man was passing out gifts, another man negotiated with a woman with a scale between them, a group of women were watching TV, and another had steamy shower sex between two women.

Reyna kicked her feet as she grabbed a fist full of popcorn and shoved it into her gaping maw, the sound of her chewing and snorting laugh. The room was illuminated brightly as a burst of flames announced Lucian's entrance, the demon’s face contorted by frustration, his shoulders slumped forward has he moved towards the couch. Reyna turned over on the couch and leaned forward to peek over the edge, smiling as she peered over at him.

“Lucy! You’ll never believe this B&B just finished airing a sexy lesbian sex scene right as we got finished recording one. Gods couldn’t have planned it better, haha. Not gonna help the rumors that you’re a hack just copying other seasons…Lucy?” She turned to focus on the demon’s face; he had been silent for all her barbs, and his attention was focused on the assistant with malevolent intent coursing through the air.

“Who bought the mask, Reyna?” His voice was even, a barely restrained calm, an iron gate between her and the burning furnace within.

The fox gave a half-hearted shrug and chuckled, “Sorry, Lucy, I have no id-” The assistant didn’t even finish getting the words out before Lucian's long fingers grasped her by the cheeks and pulled her upwards, sending the bowl of popcorn clattering to the ground. Flames openly licked at Lucian’s features now, white hot and scorching his skin black with each flicker.

“You may treat me like one, you red-haired nuisance, but I am no fool.” Lucian’s words came out as a snarl as his hand wrapped around Reyna’s face grew black scales, ending in sharp points that pressed hard into her soft flesh, “The fact that I had no knowledge of this mask means it was put in place before my arrival, and then I was neglected to be informed of it. Which means this is your doing.” Despite the level tone with which he spoke, each word sizzled with **** beneath the surface.

Swallowing, the Assistant reached up to grab Lucian’s wrist before wincing and retracting her hand from the heat emanating off of him currently. She locked eyes with the demon and pleaded, “Yes, I put it in the game, but I don’t know who has it now!”

“You think I’ll believe that? You knew what this meant, how I would react, and you expect me to believe you wouldn’t track it?” Lucian’s grip tightened and pulled Reyna farther into the air. He was now holding his assistant high, hovering over the couch, her legs kicking slightly as she tried to find purchase.

As she flailed her arms at her side, she tried to shake her head, sending her whole body to shake and wiggle, “It’s funnier this way! For me and the audience! If I knew, then I would anticipate what’s next, and that would ruin the joke for everyone!”

With a grimace, Lucian tossed Reyna down to the ground, the only background noise echoing in the space being the numerous feeds from other harem hotel programs as she coughed on the ground. With a flick of his wrist, Lucian’s hand returned to its normal slender digits as he walked over. For a moment, it looked like he might help her up before rearing back and landing his foot squarely in her abdomen.

Reyna’s eyes bulged, and she bent inwards in pain, sputtering on the ground. Lucian looked down at the assistant with disdain and lifted his foot, and began to grind his heel against her chest. “A joke? Showing my most humiliating days, those wretched days as an impotent human, is a joke to you?”

Even in pain, wincing on the ground, Reyna looked up to the demon with one eye closed, “A little?”

Lucian raised his heel only to drive it against Reyna’s head, “When I find out who got that mask, everyone involved, you and those pesky mortals, you’re all going to-”

Reyna, still wincing, smirked up at Lucian, “Have nothing happen to them.” The demon blinked in confusion, and Reyna took advantage of the break to scramble to her knees, “You can’t do anything to any of us. You’re a host, you can’t attack contestants for playing the game, and the mask is part of the game! As for me, sure, do whatever you want, just remember, before every challenge, I report back to the board how I think you’re handling things.” She brushed off her pants and climbed to her feet, “Now I think the physical **** is part of your charm, but if you actually start messing with the game or its functionality, well, I can’t overlook that. And I still know things you don’t about the game in play.”

Narrowing his eyes, Lucian stared at Reyna like a living cockroach found after fumigation, “You think you’re clever? Holding that above my head? You think that’s going to protect you, writer?”

Getting to her feet, Reyna straightened her hat, “It’s called insurance, Lucy. Something so diabolical only humans could have come up with it. You know you could learn a thing or two from them.”

Lucian swatted at the Assistant, and she ducked out of the way, leaning forward and posing, the host snarled, “You try my patience, woman!”

Giggling madly, Reyna skipped away, “Just accept it, Lucy. As long as you’re a host, you have to play by the rules. This means that as long as I have the knowledge I have, you can’t get rid of me. As long as you’re a host, you can’t directly harm contestants! You may be a demon, but while you’re here? You’ll play by the rules of the game.”

With that, the assistant skipped away and vanished in a flash of light, leaving Lucian alone in the backrooms. There was silence before a guttural roar raged from deep in Lucian’s chest, and crimson flames filled the room as he tossed over the couch. He ran over to the wall and hammered his fists against it, sending the chair in front of the monitoring board flying. He ran over to his work desk and swung his arms across it, sending everything clattering to the ground.

The demon’s chest was heaving as an object on the ground rolled and tapped the tip of his shoe. Looking down, Lucian saw the ornate black empty bottle of Ichor that he had brought back from his visit with Lilith. His vision narrowed, and he heard the woman’s voice echo silently through his mind, “Do not let them goad you into breaking their rules. A good punishment lingers long after the scars have faded. The best punishment never leaves a mark at all.”

There was a sound of rapid movement of the vacuum in the air being filled as the flames that consumed the room vanished. Lucian exhaled slowly. He had resented every moment of being brought here, every indignity he was faced with when he had to put on a show. The suit, the fake smile, the theatrics, it was all so revolting. In hell, he had purpose, a calling, here? Acting as a matchmaker to undeserving humans while he faced humiliation after humiliation. He clicked his tongue.

With a snap of his fingers, a large book appeared, the codex for the rules and bylaws of Harem Hotel. He had initially read it while watching previous seasons in preparation for the role. Driven by the sole need to survive and make it back, he had looked at it with an eye to what would result in his failure. Now it was time to look at it through a different lens. Black glasses appeared on his nose, and he casually righted the overturned couch before sitting down and beginning to read.

The fire of outrage and hate still burned brightly within him, but for now, he was channeling it; the time to unleash it would come. Being a demon in hell required a few things; the most evident to outsiders was a twisted sense of morality, followed by an affinity for heat. The other was a capacity for bureaucracy and **** of loopholes within the rules. Everyone here was going to learn that this was the real danger of bringing a demon to host Harem Hotel.

After regaining composure in the park, Noemi and Caleb decided they had been outside enough for the day and began to head back for a late dinner. A meditative silence hung over the duo as they rode the gondola back. Noemi was thinking about her plans for this evening and whether or not they were still appropriate given what had transpired during their date. Caleb, meanwhile, was wondering if he should share with the others what was inside the amusement park, the sinister appearance of that dagger filling his mind.

He didn’t want to come off as if he didn’t trust the women in his harem, terminology that still felt uncomfortable to think about, let alone say aloud. The issue was the nature of the competition and Lucian himself. Caleb knew the demon would do whatever it took to get the show running the way he wanted, and the nature of the competition pushed and encouraged the girls to look after themselves first. While he wanted to believe no one would willingly be engaging, he also couldn’t say he blamed anyone for a moment of weakness, given what was at stake.

Then there was Maya, who was a whole other can of worms that he didn’t feel entirely qualified to unpack.

As they docked, Caleb noticed that he didn’t see anyone out and about in the hotel. It was only natural, he supposed, with a whole island to explore, they should be enjoying it. It wasn’t like he expected to be greeted back; how self-centered would that be? Still, it only added to his thoughts. The breakup of the island into smaller islets was also a contributing factor. From what he had seen, other seasons were held in static locations, even if they were fairly large. Which meant it was at least easier to keep track of everyone. Here? The shifting waterways and disconnected nature meant that if someone wasn’t at the hotel, they could be anywhere, and there wouldn’t be much they could do to narrow it down.

“The whole place from the ground up is designed to create paranoia under the guise of a relaxing vacation.” Caleb mused as he and Noemi entered the hotel.

In the dining room, the master and Noemi enjoyed a quiet dinner with each other. Since the talk in the park, both were nervous about how to approach things moving forward. Eventually, it was the Chilean woman who broke the stalemate, “This is a little awkward now, isn’t it?”

Caleb gave a half-hearted chuckle, “Yeah, I mean, that’s fair, right? We both just kind of unloaded on each other back there. Lots of emotions make it hard to figure out where to go from there.” He reached up and scratched the back of his head, “I mean, even if it’s a good release, it kind of leaves you in a state where you keep asking, ‘if I act normal now, is it rude?’”

“Right!” Noemi leaned in, a sense of relief washing over her features, “I keep wanting to just be happy things worked out, but keep worrying that would be dismissive of how you’ve been feeling.”

The Master blinked and then laughed, “Oh, jeeze, what a mess. I keep wanting to just act normal and worry about not acknowledging your efforts in the park.” he closed his eyes and tapped the table gently, “Ok, let’s just…we did the hard thing already, right? So let’s just breathe and enjoy ourselves.”

Noemi snickered, “Real rich coming from Mr. Anxiety over here.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t expect someone with the demeanor of a bull in a china shop to understand.” They both glared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.

For the rest of the meal, they talked. Caleb asked about Noemi’s family, and learned how involved her family was with each other. All the aunts and uncles that visited regularly, the cousins that were close to each other, and who were fighting. The feuds between different family members that people had to pretend they didn’t know about, even if it was obvious. The war between her mom and her little sister over the use of birth control. It was all very intricate and wild to hear for Caleb, whose family consisted of just him and his dad.

Noemi asked Caleb about voice work and whether or not she might have heard him in anything. Caleb ran through some of his more proliferated roles, including a local car distributor, a law firm ad, and an ad for a junk collection agency. “You mean I just point and the Junk is gone?” Caleb said in an over-animated tone that sent Noemi cackling, along with her recognition.

“I heard that almost every day on my commute, whether it was driving to work or home, it always played at least once!” Noemi wiped a tear from her eye.

“Yeah, that one I didn’t expect to get so big, but I think they’re one of the companies that actually ended up profiting from the pandemic, and they poured it into running that ad non-stop.” Caleb shrugged; it was far from his favourite gig, and he hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but you could never tell with these things.

Eventually, they had their plates taken away and made their way to the elevator. Things were quiet on the ride up, but Caleb noticed Noemi seemed to be distracted, her eyes focused on her hands in front of her as she twiddled her fingers.

He gently pressed his shoulder to hers, “Everything alright?”

“I-uh” She started, surprised by the sudden contact. She seemed to be contemplating what to say before sighing and laying it out, “I had a plan…for what I wanted to do tonight, and it involved um…” Her face turned red as her eyes darted to Caleb’s face before darting away again, “Well, it involved us…together.” The tone she used reflected exactly what she meant by the last word.

“Ah.” Caleb said flatly, “And you’re concerned after what happened today that might be a bad idea?”

The brunette nodded quietly and the master reached out and took her hand, “Do what you’re comfortable with. I’ll follow your lead.”

“I-uh…really?” Her expression was a mix of surprise and concern

Caleb shrugged, “Listen I…I mean it when I’m not sure where things are going to land, but I didn’t mean I disliked you. Gods, Noemi, we’ve already slept together, I just…I don’t know what this” he gestured between the two of them, “Is going to end up looking like. We’re already far from a conventional couple, in a far from conventional situation, so…I’ll follow your lead.”

Noemi nodded silently, and the elevator announced their arrival with a sharp ding. She stepped out and looked back at Caleb, “Can you wait in the hall, just for a bit?” She put her arms behind her back, “I…want to get ready for you.”

Nodding quietly, Caleb leaned against the wall outside his room as Noemi hurriedly went inside. He didn’t know how long he was waiting for when, eventually, Noemi’s strained voice called from inside, “O-Ok, I’m ready!”

Peeling himself from the wall, Caleb opened the door to find that the interior of the room was dark. Hearing a high-pitched whine, he turned, “Noemi, are you ok?” The words petered out towards the end as the sight in front of him stole words from him. Noemi was dressed in a cow costume, head to toe, ears and horns, stockings and gloves, right top and panties all emblazoned with cow print. But it wasn’t just that, her breasts looked swollen, ready to burst from her top, and he noticed a pale liquid dripping through where her hard nipples were poking through the fabric.

Noemi- Showed Off Lingerie to the Master +3 VP

The Chilean woman was breathing heavily, almost fogging the air, causing her massive mammaries to heave as she stared up at Caleb with a red face filled with embarrassment and lust.

Caleb’s mouth went dry as his body rapidly decided fluid was needed elsewhere in his body. Eventually, the single brain cell not devoted to the raging erection he now found himself with hit the switch to reboot the speech center of his brain. Not that it had much power, mind you, “I-uh…you..where did um?” That's what he managed.

“Do you like it?” Noemi raised her hands to her breasts and hefted them up into view and causing more liquid to dribble out, “The outfit was a gift from another season, and Maddy helped with these.” She squeezed her breasts, and the wet spot in her top grew

Quattro Leches Cake: While this delicious, moist cake only contains 3 types of milk, the consumer will provide the fourth. Consumer’s breasts swell with milk, and their sensitivity increases for 4 hours

“It’s um…I-yeah” Caleb got out, and Noemi giggled.

“I’m glad you like it,” She averted her eyes down before looking up and batting her eyelashes, “Don’t just stand there…you’ll make a girl embarrassed besides…” her cheeks flushed crimson, “I’m barely holding myself back too.”

That was all it took for Caleb to practically pounce onto the woman, sending her back against the bed with a delighted squeal as he hungrily claimed her lips and began to paw at her breasts aggressively. He could feel his palms getting moist as they were coated in slick milk, and with every squeeze, Noemi moaned against his mouth.

He pulled the top down to hang loose around Noemi’s waist so he could touch her directly. He briefly pulled away from her lips long enough to gaze down. Her exposed breasts, a shining caramel color in the low light, were shining with a mix of sweat and milk. He licked his lips, and Noemi nodded, “It’s all for you, someday it will be our children’s, but for now…” She squeezed her breasts and moaned as milk squirted from her nipples.

Caleb leaned in and latched onto her nipple and was rewarded with a spray of the warm, sweet liquid into his mouth. Noemi gave off a high-pitched whine as she stroked her hand through his hair.

Noemi- Master Drank her Milk! +2 VP FIRST x2 BONUS

Noemi fought between the sensations of pleasure rippling through her body as Caleb sucked at her nipple like a newborn, each sending a thrilling wave of heat straight to her core. Her hand reached its way down and freed Caleb’s cock from the interior of his pants that it had been straining violently against. Her hand ran over his velvet skin and began to stroke in time with his mouth on her breast.

Noemi- Touched Master’s Penis! +2 VP

Noemi- Handjob! +3 VP

The two kept working on each other’s bodies, their pleasure mounting as, with a shudder, Caleb began to cum into Noemi’s hand as she let out a strangled cry and began to spray down below. Now both her top and bottom were soaked. The two exchanged a heated glance, and Noemi looked at Caleb pleadingly, “Please tell me we’re not done…I need to feel this.” She lifted her hand covered in his seed and gave it a lick, “Inside me.”

Caleb did not need much convincing, as everything in his body was feeling like it was sent into overdrive as he prepared to rally for round two. Despite everything that had happened today, now that this train was moving, there would be no stops until the duo was too tired to continue.