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Hotel Chaldea Ep. Jeanne Alter
🕑 Added 2024-06-10 05:58:15 +0000 UTCThere are those who have natural gifts for showmanship, those who can control others not through power or mind control or anything of that sort, but rather, through sheer charisma or sheer wits and intelligent manipulation.
Jeanne d'Arc was one of such people, someone who with her sole word, her conviction, her fervor and her personality, her very presence some would say, she could get men to give one hundred and ten percent of their all into everything they did, to unite even the most disparate folks and bring hope to the hearts of despairing, broken men.
Unfortunately for one Jeanne d'Arc Alter, that certainly was not something that she had inherited from the original she had been copied from, the woman who called herself Jeanne Alter's 'older sister', and whom she called an incredibly annoying shitty saint or any other number of epithets, depending on what had been the last thing Jeanne had done to annoy Jeanne Alter. And these days? The complains were mostly about how needlessly lewd and erotic Jeanne was, especially with the other object of her annoyance at these times.
"And that's... me?"
Yes indeed, she had made you responsible for her nerves.
"Of course, you blithering idiot!" she called, burning fury in her eyes. All around you were dozens of onlookers, almost all of them either nude or mostly nude.
The White Sands at the Edge of Okeanos was a special dimension, created through the use of incredible magical power and the wishes of many to rest and relax... tainted by the endless, infinite perversion of its ruler, one Fujimaru Ritsuka. You absent mindedly reminded yourself of the wacky display of the Master of Chaldea opening the festivities of the Eternal Summer Singularity by striding along the main street of the artificial city declaring that the only clothes allowed would be bathing suits, while she wasn't wearing any and was in fact riding on a horse-faced centaur naked.
It was almost disturbingly popular all things considered.
The rules were fairly simple overall. No violence, of any sort, was permitted, except for those who enforced the peace of course. Even the Mad Enhancement that drove certain servants absolutely nuts was cancelled out if they were not in sufficient control to not commit acts of violence. Furthermore, as said, only swimsuits were allowed to be worn, but nudity was allowed and encouraged, which wasn't all good considering that although Chaldea was populated mostly by incredibly beautiful people, the White Sands were open to the public.
And that public was now all around you. Most of them, of course, were men, gathered to watch the spectacle that was any of Chaldea's beautiful servants walking around, especially since many of them were available.
The key was what they wore. Servants, as well, were limited to bathing suits, male or female alike, but some were wearing special bikinis, not the sort they would normally wear. Jeanne Alter was one of them. Standing at her unimpressive height, she certainly didn't cut an imposing figure, even as she raised a leg and stepped on your knee. She crossed her arms under her breasts, and looked down at you.
She had tied you to a plastic chair on the beach, and had pulled off your briefs, revealing your cock. She had looked at it in horror then, talking about how it was unnaturally huge. Well, it wasn't exactly your fault, you had just finished doing a favor to Medea and taking care of her teacher's needs, and in return for her taking a mature form more reminiscent of Medea, Circe had in turn asked to let her turn your dick into a big ol' orc cock.
There were ooh's and ahh's from the crowd, and at least one 'dayum' in a comically high pitched voice.
Jeanne Alter was wearing the special clothes of the Free Use servants, a golden microbikini, made of special, indestructible fabric. Every bit of her pale, nearly ash white skin was exposed, and thanks to the nearly full body blush, she had a much healthier and pinker tone to her skin than usual. Her hair had been cut short, rather than tied back or braided, and her yellow-golden eyes almost seemed to glint in the sun, just as beautiful as the glinting gold of her bikini.
Easy for you to see, looking over her wonderful body from your position, as she stepped on you and showed you the full glorious sight of the tiny little golden triangle on her crotch, almost disappearing in the thickness of her erotic dragon witch body.
She regaled you with a grin. What she was doing was clear. She was trying to present herself as a scary dominatrix, a sexually intimidating woman. She was trying to scare people so that they would not approach her, so that they wouldn't take up the offer that her golden bikini represented. Jeanne Alter was a being of contradictions, in a way.
It was adorable, and you were starting to think Jeanne might actually be affecting you because you couldn't see the whole debacle as anything but cute. Like a small animal trying to be intimidating.
"I'll turn you into my little masturbation toy," she spoke, spreading her hands, "and everyone here will see it happen!" she laughed, then pointed a finger at you, so close it nearly touched the tip of your nose, "you and your oversized cock are nothing but small fry in front of me!!" she called.
"Are you sure you wanna try this?? you could still back off and just tell Ritsuka you don't wanna be free use you know?"
"Sh-shut up!" she said, her face turning a darker shade of red as she did. "Don't talk any of this dumb shit!!" she called out. "How dare you imply that I'm not good enough to make a bunch of men into my pleasure toys!!"
Riiiight.
Knowing Ritsuka, the redhead had probably tried to dissuade Jeanne Alter a few times herself, but the stubborn woman had insisted that she totally would, and should, put in some hours as a free use servant. And now here she was, realizing she had to have sex with anyone who asked and not just the people she accepted as her clients, and wanting to make sure to thin the herd of people that would come see her.
You took in a deep breath and thought for a few moments, about what you could, should, and most likely would, do in response to this.
Jeanne reached for your cock and tried to wrap her hand around the thickest part of your shaft near the midsection, her pale fingers not quite managing to wrap around the girth of your mega enhanced hentai orc cock. "D-Damn," she whispered, "this burns as hot as the burning black dragon hellflame..." she muttered, screwing her eyes shut. "You pathetic wretches," she said, looking around, "if any of you wants to fuck me," she said, looking around, as you did.
Almost everyone around you and her was male, quite a few of them had their cocks out and some were even stroking them, but not all of the spectators were male. Several women, some you recognized, including a certain big tit blue eyed blonde, were in attendance and watching, and some of the women had taken the futanari potion, and were busy preparing themselves for their own turn later.
You smirked. Well, they were here to watch a show be put on... and you would make sure they got to watch a show. After all, she was fooling exactly no one with her little act. She might be a mighty dragon witch, with the powers of anti-god and anime on her side, but the truth of her being was that she was a lewd girl who very much enjoyed and liked being dominated, despite her protests. She was acting out because, perhaps not so secretly, she wanted to be dominated herself.
Your muscles bulged and the magical powers of Medea and Circe, two of the greatest spell casters ever to have existed in the world, coursed through your body. Blue lines appeared all over your body, and they turned gold, a circle on your abs and mostly straight lines, looking like circuits that stretched as your muscles bulged and the ropes, and the plastic chair they were tied to for that matter, were destroyed as you exploded with power.
You flexed and struck a bodybuilder pose, mimicking Atlas holding the world, before your muscles shrank back down, though you were still about a foot taller and about a hundred kilograms heavier from muscle alone.
Her jaw dropped.
"Uh... you're looking a lot like La Hire right about now you know," she said, blinking.
Energy poured out of you, not literally but in a figurative sense, as you raised your arms and crossed them, smirking down at her. "What's wrong? Weren't you gonna show me the might of the Dragon Witch?" you asked, standing up fully. With the increased size and its curve, your cock was actually high enough to poke her face as she stumbled back, looking up at you.
Her eyes wide, she gulped. But she didn't step back. She didn't retreat.
No, not because she wasn't hesitant or to some level afraid. Rather... you looked down and saw that her cunt was positively gushing, her legs now covered in her fluids.
It was because Jeanne Alter was a maso-bitch that liked nothing more than being manhandled like a sex toy. She might have been trying to act dominant and mighty, but the reality of the matter was that what she wanted was to find someone, whether man or woman, who would not take her shit and who would instead bend her over and fuck her like she wanted, and deserved, to be fucked. And with the power granted to you by the ever increasingly hornier Falcon Witch, you were about to give her exactly what she wanted and then some.
Your finger hooked under the string of her bra, pulling at it and letting her massive pale breasts slip out. She had tits just as big as Jeanne's, and it was sometimes easy to forget just how nice and juicy they were, but with your size, there was no other way to go.
"Well? Show me how you make this cock into your pleasure slave toy," I said, gesturing at my cock. "Why don't you start with those tits of yours?" I said.
She glared at you. "I'll show you..!" she spoke, voice trembling, bravado fading as she stepped forward, and with only the slightest adjustment, took you between her breasts, pulling her top into place so she could wrap her tits around you better, and then moments later, she began bouncing her chest on your cock. She grinned up at you. "H-How's that, huh?! Wanna give in already?"
It was good.
Great even. Her tits were quite nice.
But you had experienced better.
"Jeanne's better. At least she would be sucking my tip while stroking my cock with her tits," you challenged. "What's wrong, you can't even do as much as your sister?"
"That lewd bitch saint is not my sister! And I'm way better than her, I'll show you!!" she cried out, sealing her lips and moving her tongue around her mouth, visibly beginning to bunch up her saliva before she opened her mouth and let it out, drooling all over your cock and her own breasts, with a significant, impressive amount of drool that joined the precum and sweat on you to make the friction less intense and her skin slicker, before long she was moving with smooth, significantly better strokes and was even pressing her hot chest against your cock as well, giving you a triple pronged assault with the pressure, stroking and rubbing.
As she went up she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, licking her way up your shaft before she reached the tip, bigger, thicker and with a more prominent slit than normal, the Circe Special, the way she preferred it, about as thick as a regular person's fist, already leaking slick, slimy and stinky precum. Jeanne Alter's nostrils flared as she seemed to nearly unhinge her jaw, almost like the flame dragon she conjured for her ultimate attack when in bikini.
She took you in briefly, but it was obvious she was massively uncomfortable and couldn't do it right.
"What a disappointment, Jeanne could handle this," you said to her.
She honest to goodness growled as she pulled back, pulling her chest up and off of you, and then pushed you, even with all your enhanced strength you couldn't quite avoid tumbling back and landing with a powerful thud that spread white sand everywhere as she wasted no time in straddling you, rubbing the little golden triangle of metallic fabric, cool and slick with the lubrication, along your cock, giving you a strangely intense sensation as she did and then she reached down under her, pulling her bottoms to the side as she kissed the tip of your cock with her cunt lips.
"Well!! Fuck you!!" she cried out, "I'll go all out now and do something that cockteasing bitch can never do!!" she shouted, "here I go, I'm going to tame your unruly cock with my pussy!!" she shouted, "take... THIS!!"
And then she slammed all the way down in a single go, clearly going WAY over her own tolerance, because she was Jeanne Almost Literally Goddamned Alter, and she had absolutely no notion of restraint. Reckless and kind of foolish, but cute and adorable, her stupidity hit her in a single instant while it took a few moments to reach from your cock to your brain as you went way past her capacity, her stomach deforming and growing. She was used to regular sized cocks, even huge cocks, she had not expected the kind of cock she had just taken in. Thicker, longer, stronger, sturdier, harder than anything she had ever experienced, more in line with the size of a novelty horse dildo than an actual human cock.
In fact, according to Circe, the size was based on Chiron's cock when he was in centaur form, and Chiron was apparently especially gifted among Centaurs in that way as well.
Jeanne Alter did not stand a ghost of a chance, you invaded her womb in an instant, she was a servant and could more than take the impact, but her brain turned to mush like you had gone all the way up into it and by the time of the slap of skin on skin registering in your brain, the moment when you realized she had gone all the way down, her brain was gone and she had already cum into oblivion. Her stomach looked almost distended, like a really weird pregnancy, from your cock overfilling her.
She opened her mouth but no sound came out, she didn't need to breathe and couldn't even if she wanted to.
Roaring, you pushed her up and off you, the pleasure of such insane and intense pressure coming to you all at once. But that wasn't enough to make you cum, so you turned her around and held her just enough distance away that you could go in through her cunt again, the better angle from this position allowing you to fuck her just as deep, now that her insides were being reshaped to your size and shape. You grinned and looked at everyone watching, almost everyone now was clearly feeling it, almost everyone was masturbating to the sight.
The White Sands was a place of sexual liberation and pleasure, a place where no one was to restrain anything, where no one could ever know anyone else's identity through the power of magics untold, a safe place to be oneself away from judgment, and where you would most likely find someone to play with.
Jeanne Alter had tried to dominate you and failed so utterly that you wanted to give her a little prize, so you began moving, not just yourself, kneeling on the sand, one hand grabbing onto her wrists and raising them high up, so she exposed her full body, the other on her waist and ass, holding her so you could fuck her comfortably.
All around you the others approached.
Jeanne Alter didn't recover her consciousness, not quite, but it was obvious she was aware of everything that was happening because the moment the first person approached, the first man, her cunt tightened. This was not what she wanted, but it was what she desired, and now that the trappings of pride were cut off from her, only the vengeful antimartyr who wished for nothing but dirty and base pleasure remained, whose almost unseeing eyes caught a glimpse of a man approaching with his cock on his hands stroking it furiously, and her first instinct was to open her mouth and stick her tongue out.
He came, not on her face, but instead, on her tits, not quite swinging but instead held together by the golden top of her bikini. Chaldea sold many performance enhancers with no drawbacks, and this man clearly drank some because he came quite a bit, several thick and syrupy ropes of cum splashing Jeanne Alter's tits.
You fucked her harder, rewarding her for her forward thinking, and then the next man came, stockier and with a girthy chode of a cock as well as a massive set of balls, though not as big as the enhanced ones you were packing, he still came furiously, all over Jeanne Alter's hair and even some that got on her shoulders.
As she was bathed in cum you went deep, and touched her deepest buttons, causing her to scream in pleasure as she came.
Then came the next, this time a man and woman duo who held hands and stroked each other, you spied matching bands worn on the appropriate ring fingers, and the two erupted together, spraying their semen all over Jeanne Alter's tummy and thighs at the same time as you hit her deep again, forcing her to cum once more, then the next came as a group, and they, too, gave Jeanne Alter their best, the group of friends timing their ejaculations so that they went in sequence, painting her armpits, tits and crotch with their own watery but plentiful semen, and again, you took the opportunity to make her cum.
They all seemed to be in wonder and awe of what you were doing, of what Jeanne Alter was experiencing, and what they were witnessing.
You laughed a little, looking over everyone.
Many more came, and many more came all over her, yet not one person dared lay a hand on her, nor did a single person do anything more than give her a cum tribute, as you fucked her fiercely from behind and brought her to a screaming orgasm each time, for their enjoyment and your own, feeling her extremely tight and overfull cunt seemingly grow used to you, her womb almost becoming like a sexual organ in itself as it welcomed back in when you went deep enough to bulge her tummy once again, you kept her in place and fucked her fiercely, keeping pace and rhythm even as the sheer pleasure of her tight witch cunt made you want to rush to the impending ejaculation that loomed ever closer.
Dozens of people offered her their cum, and she accepted them all without reproach or complaint, in fact, she seemed to love every spurt of semen that came, every shower of ejaculate that painted her pale skin with cum that ranged from pearly white syrup to a nasty and yellowish muck, and even nearly transparent runny cum that might as well be water.
Finally at last, the audience was done, everyone was flaccid, and the final member of the audience, the last one to participate, approached.
"Heheh!! You took such good care of my wayward sister~!" Jeanne said with a wink.
She was wearing her favorite one piece, and had a whistle hanging from her neck. She had, in an instant, realized what was happening and had taken to directing everyone so that they could all get off to the impromptu show.
But now...
Now she approached, with a perfect 1-1 replica of your cock, and a degenerate smile on her face.
"You, you foul bitch saint," Jeanne Alter growled groggily, she had cum so much and screamed with every orgasm, and now her voice was hoarse. "Is there no low you won't sink to?" she asked, weakly. "You won't even cut out that fetish of yours... even here..?"
Jeanne, the original, giggled as she bent down and kissed Jeanne Alter on the lips.
"Of course I won't," she said, tilting her grail-made clone's face up to look her in the eye. "After all, I love you so dearly," she said, "that even a real sibling's love would pale in comparison," she said.
You took that as your cue to begin moving again.
Jeanne nodded and pulled back, aiming her copy of your cock at the copy of her body's face.
You nodded. She, alone, you would allow to cum on Alter's face, and Jeanne didn't have to go too hard, she was already on the edge.
Nor did you have to go too hard, because you, too, were on the edge.
With a mighty roar and a powerful grunt, you and Jeanne both came together at the same time, you, inside Jeanne Alter's by now thoroughly reshaped cunt and womb, causing her stomach to expand even further and completely cover her abs, and the original Jeanne, all over Alter's face.
Despite all of her protestations and accusations, Alter opened her mouth and even moved her head, subconsciously trying to catch as much of the original Jeanne's semen as she could.
Because at the end of the day, she was an existence of contradictions, and for all that she claimed to hate her original self, she really did love these moments in which they experienced such intense sensations together.
Well, either that, or she was greatly excited by the thought of how incredibly immoral, laying with another woman who was kinda sorta but not really her clone surely was some immoral shit that was probably a big no no in the bible or something was. After all she still held a massive grudge over the whole 'burned at the stake' thing.
And then... it was over, and you pulled out, semen gushing like a river from Jeanne Alter's cunt.
"Wanna go to one of the hotels and keep going?" Jeanne asked, nearly bouncing in place, gesturing towards the luxurious buildings that were the only thing in the White Sands singularity besides the beach itself.
It was hard to say no to such an enthusiastic request.
Comments
Ignacio Nadeo
I feel like death and absolute shit BUT I FUCKING DID IT SON.
