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A hotel in the middle of nowhere holds a secret. Said secret isn’t the tall women who tend to the building, ensuring all who stay have a pleasant time. The secret isn’t that the pay is so amazing that several have chosen to stay as permanent residents in exchange of services. Hotel de Blight’s secret isn’t even that several war criminals have died within the walls of the building, having been, at least legally, killed by unknown means. Even the Stahl-Eared women, if anything, are what draw people over, alike in every way except for hair color and clothing, meant to tell one another apart. Some people speculate them to be clones or apart of a hive mind, but such details aren’t what the secret are either.
The secret is a single door, leading to the Master Suite, where the rumored owners of the establishment spend much of their time. Nobody has even seen the owners, not even pictures exist of what the inside looks like or could look like. Soft, tender moans, however, can be heard on the other side at all times of the day. Supposedly the owners lie within, partaking in hedonism the world has never seen before, but with there being nobody assigned to stay in the room, with not even the owners’ names present, speculation might forever take hold.
Luz doesn’t remember how long it’s been, just that no matter what, staying is her best bet at keeping everyone safe. The world will want to know her ancient secrets, and no matter how much time passes, that desire will be reignited immediately upon her existence’s discovery. She wants to avoid more chaos, and remaining one of the owners of Hotel de Blight is her best bet. The world both needs and doesn’t need her to live, but that doesn’t mean she has to suffer for her existence, something her love reminds her.
”Safeword, Batata~?”
”Y-Yellow~ N-Not too much, please~”
”Good girl~”
Every woman in the hotel, the Staff, are the same in terms of physical appearance, light skin with golden eyes, large breasts, a thin waist, and a plump bottom, all taller than Noceda by at least two feet. The original has lilac-purple hair, now straddling her lap, her hands on her cheeks as she tenderly straddles her, the little one’s legs between her own.
Two more, each with green hair instead of purple, sit to her sides, their arms and chests wrapping around Luz’s own, keeping her nice and still. They whisper soft praises for her obedience in being a good girl, at times licking her ears, stopping to give her a chance to recuperate. A fourth, one with brown hair, sits above Luz, her legs to her sides as she tenderly feeds her raspberries, the younger woman blushing as she accepts the treats.
The tan woman knows few things about Amity’s species, just that she can clone herself seemingly infinitely and that the four with her are the owners of the hotel. Amity is the original’s name, and by extension the name of all her counterparts, each and every one of them with different hair colors to signify their position. Nobody has seen the four pampering her, meaning their good girl’s secret isn’t compromised. Everyone will wonder what was so important that they never revealed themselves if they ever emerge.
Whimpering, Luz slowly chews the raspberry, unable to tear away from the owners’ outfits. Despite their position as higher than any mere maid, the four dominant Amitys wear maid outfits, their naughty bits hidden just beneath the fabric. The Original loves staring into her good girl’s eyes, her thumbs wiping away any stray tears, knowing the pleasure is irresistible. The green-haired versions continue to tenderly trace her ears, and it’s then they sniff her carefully.
”Oh, look at this~ The sweat is clinging to you,” the left Amity purrs.
The right continues, stating in a sweet tone, “Looks like you need a bath~”
Something Luz has never understood about the hotel was that despite bringing in little money, everything that could ever be needed is provided. She suspects it to be Amity’s doing to some degree, but either way, at least she and her can remain safe and happy for all time.
The walls are a simple white marble, the tiled floors a smooth red granite. In the middle of the room rests a large bathtub, functional as a jacuzzi, the soapy bubbles washing away the filth coating the bathers’ bodies. Dimmed bulbs keep the lights from hurting anyone’s eyes, the smaller, more petite woman grateful for such a feature. A single shower rests to the left of the door, a sink and counter across from it along the opposite wall.
Amity keeps her love in her lap, loving how her good girl is so sensitive despite all the pleasureful times she’s had. No matter how much she cums, no matter how many times she is made to feel good, she still cares for her dominant partner and her clones. It warms her heart, and all the more reason she wishes to spoil her good girl rotten. She cups her love’s smaller breasts, making sure every last drop of sweat is washed away, knowing their workout tomorrow can have no interruptions.
Soft moans escape the tan woman’s lips, unable to ignore the suds mixed with her love’s grip making her feel wanted. If there’s one thing she can’t ignore, it’s the fact she feels loved. They met so long ago, and throughout it all, a mixture of understanding, consent, and getting to know each other have made her and Amity bond greater than ever before. She made it clear being groped is alright, so long as it’s gentle, and her love is more than happy to be tender.
The green-haired clones remain in front of their favorite little guest, washing one another off to give her a little show, watching her blush grow by the second. It matters little to them how much she tries to deny it, but seeing her dominant partner’s clones tease her proves she’s not as innocent as she looks. Intimacy can be scary, but that doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy it, something the brown-haired counterpart understands, to Luz’s side, tenderly blowing into her ear.
”My, look at you~ Such a good girl for Mommy~”
”She just needs a reason to get all horny for Mommy~ So easy to fluster after all this time~”
”Not unless she wants to be horny; this is meant to be a rest day. Isn’t that right, Batata~?”
Luz nods, indeed a touch aroused by the display in front of her. She nuzzles into Amity Prime’s hold, her head against her bosom as the three clones can’t help but fawn over her demeanor.
”You make us want to smother you more~!”
”For now, just relax and let Mommy wash you up. Luckily you’re almost done.”
”And after that it’s bedtime after a nice dinner, and then you can get all the snuggling you could ever desire~ Such a sweetheart~”
Noceda can’t help but softly grind into Prime’s lap, having slowly succumbed to lust. She feels a tender hand at her waist, another cupping her cheek, no doubt proof her love sees her as precious. It feels nice, being so vulnerable but so cherished, having four versions of the same woman treat her like a princess. She loves Amity, taking a breath as their bath together soon finishes up.
There is little need for pajamas when Luz, Amity, and the latter’s clones are so comfortable sleeping nude in a small pile. It feels nice though, being able to share one another’s interests all while showing there’s more to their relationship than fulfilling lust and having sex. Simple gowns of purple, white, and black don Amity, Luz, and the clones respectively, stockings bringing a level of intimacy and comfort all the while. The younger woman blinks as kisses are pressed into her face, flustering her as she hides her face in her Mommy’s bosom.
”Good girl~”
”You’re a good girl~”
”You’re so precious to Mommy~”
”I love you so much~”
”Such a sweetheart~”
The praise barrage is more than enough for Luz to squirm, briefly whimpering as she hides her face in Amity Prime’s bosom, trying to maintain some level of control. She hates losing control of her own actions, refusing to become too spoiled for the sake of her mission. Amity knows this, but she knows bottling up and forcing herself to remain quiet won’t do her any good. Why hide the secrets and not indulge in the paradise Hotel de Blight provides?
”…Sweetie? Am I going too far?”
”No, just… I don’t wanna burden you.”
Every Amity in the room freezes, the green-haired clones pulling away to give her a moment to breathe, the brown-haired double setting the raspberries aside for just a moment.
”A burden? You?”
”Why would you be a burden?”
”You haven’t done anything wrong so far.”
“I know. It just feels wrong, being given so much for doing so little. Do I even deserve this?”
Her question is answered to a kiss to the back of her head, courtesy of the purple-haired Amity. Noceda stutters, trying to find a counter to such a simple yet profound response, only for her mind to go blank from the comforting feeling of her tender embrace. She loves her, no matter what, and nothing will change that. Only a few people have ever made Luz feel so welcome, and Amity is one of them.
”If you didn’t deserve this, I wouldn’t have kept you in the Master Suite. Only my favorites are allowed in here.”
”And you so happen to be my favorite even among favorites. You actually respect me, just as I’ve respected you thus far. Such a good girl~”
”An obedient girl, one who deserves the world and more~ At least here, you’ll know your place: my good girl~”
”You’re Mommy’s good girl~”
”I-I’m…”
”Yes? What are you, Batata~?”
”…Your good girl?”
Her reply is met with an embrace from all sides. She made Amity and her clones proud, all the more reason to feel good. She can’t help but coo and sigh with relief, glad to know she isn’t being a burden, happy to see she made Amity so happy. The Amitys are more than pleased, this time pulling her into a new position.
The brown-haired double pulls her submissive girlfriend into her lap, one arm around her waist while the other holds a familiar bowl of red, fresh fruit. The green-haired doubles remain by her sides, whispering simple yet loving praises to the girl who needs them. The original Amity can’t help but press her love’s face into her plump, almost pale bosom, letting Noceda listen to her favorite lullaby: her slow, steady heartbeat.
Th-Thump. Th-Thump. Th-Thump.
Luz is here, alive, and nothing will separate her from her loved ones. Even if a billion years have passed on the outside, at least she’ll never be alone. No matter what, everything is going to be alright. She loves Amity, the mutual sensation akin to an emotional weight having been lifted off her shoulders.
”Hey, A-Amity?”
”Yes Luz?”
”…Want me to t-treat you sometime? It’s the least I can do, for… you know, letting me stay here.”
All four present Amitys look to one another, briefly concerning Luz. She doesn’t know if she offended them by accident, only for the lot of them to smile, nodding to one another before the brown-haired double speaks.
”As long as you’re okay with treating us thoroughly~”
”Of course! I just… want to know what to expect, I don’t want to screw it up.”
”Screw it up? Batata, you won’t screw it up~”
”You’re to precious to be considered a screw-up~”
”For now, just listen to Mommy’s heartbeat. We don’t want those pesky nightmares gnawing at you, do we~?”
Her soft denial at being perfect for the task are flushed out by tender words, proof that she’s worrying about nothing. She doesn’t know why, but no matter what she feels as if there’s something preventing her from feeling confident in her abilities. Luz doesn’t want her actions to be a burden, considering getting therapy in some way, bringing up such an offer. There’s just some things no amount of cuddles and kisses can wash away so easily, but that doesn’t mean the negativity has to persist.
Only one thing is certain: remaining at Hotel de Blight is the best decision Luz has made since her past life came to an end. No more enemies, no more chance of enemies finding her, and not even a reason to maintain the info she has. Only the knowledge it’s useful prevents her from forgetting it entirely, but if, not when, the time comes for it to be released, it’s available. Therapy is being set up, her love life is secure, not even the likes of deities could find her. The world thinks she’s dead, the perfect cover.
All the while, Amity remains by her sides pampering her good girl all the while. The tall woman refuses to let Luz berate herself for a second, and if therapy means her mental health remains strong, then she’ll gladly provide all the care she needs. Her good girl only deserves the best, and a happy mind is what she deserves. Everything is going to be alright, just as she promised from the beginning.
A raspberry enters Luz’s mouth, the brown-haired woman keeping a tender hug from behind to keep her from moving. The green-haired clones continue to whisper tender words, proof that no matter what, she’ll always be loved.
”We love you~”
”You’re worth it~”
”Mommy loves you~”
”Good girl~”
”Such a good girl~”
”Our good girl~”
A tender lick across each ear sends shivers down her spine, another reminder that she’s a good girl, one that deserves love. The original, the purple-haired Amity, keeps smothering her good girl’s face between her bosom, an eternal reminder that she’ll never experience life alone again. It’s been so long, but no matter what, her feeling self-hatred will not be tolerated. Noceda and Blight will be together for eternity, such a claim is a promise, one both Luz and Amity aim to maintain.
Regardless of the context, no matter how many days end the same way, Luz and Amity will remain together, having won their peace.