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Hotel Chaldea Ep. Jeanne d'Arc 2
🕑 Added 2022-08-08 02:51:57 +0000 UTCYou had business far away from Chaldea, and because both Mana and Koyanskaya were required to run the fort back at home, especially as it was a busy time of the year, with evaders at an all time high due to a great deal many factors as well as the ever increasing expansion of Chaldea's clientelle and services...
An unfortunate turn of events that had resulted in neither of your assistants being able to follow you where your work took you. A shame. Koyanskaya was disturbingly good at, ah, negotiating with unruly clients. Her little dangerous seductress act was terrifyingly effective. Mana may not be much of a negotiator, but she more than made up for with charm and charisma, making people sing for her with just a polite request and a smile.
"Good thing you found some time to join me, otherwise I wouldn't even be allowed out of the building," you said.
Beside you, dressed only in a light, airy and summer-suited cyan hoodie, Jeanne smiled widely. "A proper big sis can always make time for her cute younger siblings," she said, winking at you. "Besides, if I let anyone else come with me, no doubt they would ignore your needs and just focus on the job. You need to take a break, especially with how busy you've been lately!"
You winced. "I mean- we're here for work," you reasoned.
"We're here to meet a contact," she insisted, "and that happens in four days from now. For now," she said, stepping ahead of you, turning to face you, and bending forward slightly, making it a point to show off the magnificent breasts that hung from her chest, her unzipped hoodie showing the black bikini underneath. She gave you a smile, tilting her head to the side, baby blue eyes shining with mischievous intent. "Where are you looking?" she asked.
You blinked and looked aside. "Nowhere- why are we here?"
"Well, it's summer!" she said, smiling.
"We're so much closer to the ecuator that compared to the North Pole it's always summer down here," you remarked, adjusting the bag with your supplies on your shoulder.
The small communal pool wasn't very populated, but that didn't matter. It was clean, it was fresh, and it provided for good swimming. That was all that you really needed. Jeanne might be pool ready, but you were not, so you gave her a smile of your own. "I'll go leave our stuff in a locker and get changed," you said, heaving the bag with your trunks. It also contained sunscreen and other essentials for a day of fun out in the sun.
She nodded. "Alright," she responded. There was something about it that set you ill at ease for some reason... but you put it aside. Jeanne was an angel, surely she had nothing crazy in mind... right?
As you were about to head into the changing rooms, you thought you saw her tongue trace her lips, off the corner of your eye, and her blue eyes focusing down, but you weren's sure.
Fortunately, there wasn't a line, and you were able to get into a changing booth without much of an issue. Despite the town not being a very big one, its pool had a rather nice and elegant look to it. Definitely not a place you'd have found if not for chasing a client all the way here.
First, you took your trunks out of the bag, and then, you went about undressing yourself. By the time you were down to only your underwear, you hear the curtain behind you slide open and then be drawn closed again. "Hey, what's- Jeanne?" you blinked, looking at the busty blonde.
She had a faint pink tone to her cheeks, and her eyes were half lidded and hungry. "Mhm... Since we're so close, and all alone," she muttered, "I thought I might give you a hand while you're getting changed..." her voice dropped to a whisper, but really, it was more of a purr. The contrast of her usual, bright and energetic self, with the seductress before you was stark.
"I- I don't need help getting changed," you protested.
She licked her lips, more overtly, making sure to be noisy as she approached you, pressing her chest, covered by her swimsuit, against your naked back, both hands reaching for your still covered crotch, beginning to unashamedly massage and caress your cock through the cloth. "I know," she said, leaning forward and kissing your shoulder. "It's a big sis' duty to make sure her little brother won't pop a boner looking at any of the pretty girls out there, it would be really embarrassing, wouldn't it?"
Left unsaid was the fact that Jeanne outshone everyone else here by a long shot, her radiance and beauty was like the sun before flickering candles. If anyone was going to give you a boner, it was her, and her soft, slim fingers and forceful but simultaneously gentle palms were making a very convincing and spirited argument for it.
"J-Jeanne, we can't- there's people here, wh-what if anyone hears..?" you whispered.
"We should keep our voices down so as to not disturb them," she said, amusement tinging her voice, one of her hands going lower, starting to work directly on your rapidly swelling balls, as your body started to shift from relaxation into preparation for sex.
Under her soft and loving ministrations, your cock began to grow, and she was quick and eager to help pull your tool out through the front flap on your boxers. Very useful, that, when your cock was seeing so much use lately. She played with your balls with her left hand, and slowly stroked you with her left. The friction of her dry hand was incredible, but...
She giggled. "What an awful big sis I am," she moaned, "not taking your needs into account," she whispered into your ear, licking at your earlobe, then blowing softly, her right hand leaving your cock for just a moment. You heard shuffling, she'd grabbed at something from the bag you'd brought with you. Body lotion, Chaldean Brand, combination body oil, sunscreen and moisturizer, as well as a handful of other things. Made by Paracelsus, a long haired and stylish scientist that worked the Chaldea laboratories.
She put both hands in front of you as you almost felt yourself collapse, suddenly bereft of stimulation, placing both hands on the wall to hold yourself upright as Jeanne squirted a generous dollop of lotion on her hands, humming next to your ear with a seductive tone.
She stuck her left hand under the waistband of your boxers, a single, momentary shock of cold lotion against your very hot loins, and then her soft, slick hand was cupping your ballsack... she was quick to pick up where she left off, continuing to tease you, clearly delighting in your pants and moans as she began to stroke and lightly pressure your balls, running her fingers along them.
She followed this up by wrapping her slim hand around your cock, gasping. "Ahh... you make me so proud, so big and manly and strong," she moaned, "I must check your growth," she spoke, voice throaty, breathing hard. She was way into it, you realized. "Ahh... I have to make sure," she panted, "that you're growing up right..!"
Her hand glided on your cock, stroking it swiftly and smoothly, the cold oil having warmed up by her hand's warmth by the time she grabbed at you, the slick and liquid feel of her stroking hand feeling absolutely incredible on your cock, added to by her hungry and lewd panting in your ear.
The pleasure mounted, and increased, her attentions driving you crazy, making it difficult just to remain on your feet as she put her all into giving you the most dedicated and devoted handjob you'd ever experienced, on par with if not better than even putting it in.
Even more so, it seemed like she was getting off harder than you were, hungrily and lewdly panting into your ear, licking her lips constantly, seemingly so excited her lips were getting dry! It was crazy! You couldn't believe how much it seemed like she was enjoying it!
"You're so hot and hard, so big and manly," she moaned, "this cock... this cock has been with so many women," she moaned, "this lecherous, womanizing cock... big sis has to discipline it," she said, "I'll teach you restraint..!"
Restraint was something she lacked entirely. Shamelessly, she redoubled her speed, and began applying more direct and intense stimulation on your balls, one of her fingernails idly scratching your scrotum, softly, lovingly, the strange feel of the stiff nail being the final spark that ignited the fire within you, which was now blazing out of control, your body rapidly beginning to fail in its attempts to hold the waves of pleasure that rolled from your core, as more and more of your being focused into your cock and balls, and Jeanne's soft, delightful hands on them.
"Gah... Jeanne, I can't- I can't hold it, hold it back, I'm... geh, gah, cumming, I'm cumming..!" you whispered, urgently.
"Cum... let out all that dirty, filthy, evil cock juice, spray it aaaaall over," she cooed, directly into your ear, her hand grasping onto your balls, pressuring them softly, and the right hand grabbing harder onto your cock, stroking many times faster and wildly, the sudden rush of pleasure destroying the final barrier, your cock spewing the contents of your balls in thick streaks of white, babymaking goo, sprayed all over the wooden wall of the changing booth.
She cooed, muttering nonsense and sweet nothings into your ear while continuing to play with your balls, stroking you through your orgasm, each stroke, when she reached your tip, another helping of sticky white cream spurted out, for what seemed like hours, but was in truth, only a few minutes of ejaculation.
She pouted. "Look at how much you cum..." she sighed. "This is way beyond a regular man... you're above and beyond, my cute little brother's been run so ragged that he's a sex fiend now..! This is my fault, as your adoptive big sis I should've taken better care of you!"
You groaned, panting, half supported on your hands, half supported by Jeanne's hands and body on you... and then you hissed. "Ah, I'm- sensitive, I just came..!" you muttered, as she stroked you a little more, wringing out the last drops of semen and letting them drip onto the floor.
She huffed, stepping back, allowing you a single moment of respite. Once more, you heard shuffling and movement, and you felt her hair tickle you, but you could barely stand on your feet, hanging onto the wall, breathing heavily... you weren't going to be turning around, and soon enough, Jeanne was back, though this time, she had pulled her top up, allowing you to feel her nipples, almost hard enough they could cut diamond, pressing against your back muscles, she molded herself to you, resting her body on yours...
But most importantly, you felt her hands come back to your front again, still hard as was the norm nowadays.
And as you looked down, you saw that she had something in her hands... the very same black bikini bottom she'd been wearing not a moment ago... and it was still warm and wet, from that. She smiled. "There! Now like this, you won't make a mess!" she said with a giggle. "Big Sis will catch aaaall that nasty sperm," she said.
Her fingers closed around you, wrapping the damp fabric around your still sensitive cock. Her left hand once more went down to the inside of your underpants, and she resumed her work, giving you yet another handjob, no, a pantyjob this time, with her bikini bottoms.
The warm and wet fluids of her pussy had soaked into the fabric of the underwear, and though it was designed to be used in water, it was obviously never meant to take this kind of moisture, but it nevertheless felt heavenly, it felt as close as you felt it was possible to get to Jeanne's vagina, which she guarded religiously.
She kissed your neck and shoulder, leaving tiny marks, the kind that would only be seen if one was looking for them, as she did, while at the same time, her left hand went further, lower, past your balls, playing with your perinneum, her fingernails tracing your sensitive bits, from just behind your balls, all the way to where your butthole was.
Jeanne smirked, you could feel that, and you turned your head to face her, opening your mouth to protest, only to be attacked with an ambush, her lips mashing to yours, her right hand stroking her bikini bottoms furiously on your sensitive cock, and most important of all, two of her fingers invading your butthole suddenly and without warning, diving deep into the sensitive, seldom used hole.
The experience was overwhelming, attacked on three fronts by someone with pure and untainted devotion, it was impossible to resist, your parts were being stimulated too intensely, too perfectly, to have any chance in hell, your back arching a little, lips parting from Jeanne, tongues almost longing for each other, right before you caught yourself, the scream becoming a muted hiss as an orgasm, bigger, stronger and accompanied of a far larger load, erupted from deep within, your overworked balls managing to impress even you by outputting another thick helping of semen, this time caught almost in its entirety by Jeanne's bikini bottoms.
She continued to stroke you, and play with your asshole, when you couldn't take it anymore she kissed you once more to muffle your cries, and continued to force your orgasm to continue, draining your balls out of every last sperm cell, catching it all on her bottoms, until finally, you had no more to give, and she let you go.
Gently, she lowered you down so you could sit, your butt still feeling a little sore.
She brought her bottoms to her face, and smiled at the sight. "Yep, this is much better," she said, nodding and then... you saw as she moved, bringing the bikini bottoms down and then stepping into them, pulling them up, and making a wet, naughty and squishy sound as she put them on, tapping the front of her panties with a giggle. "There, all nice, warm and safe," she said, giving you a smile, crouching down in front of you, in a way that was obviously meant to show you that her loaded panties were distributing the semenly around her crotch.
You looked into her eyes, and she into yours. "After that, I might need some help getting changed after all."
She giggled. "Just leave it to big sis!" she said, winking at you. She quickly removed your boxers, but, well, neither of you would be getting much swimming done that day, especially not as Jeanne eyed your cock with fascination when she pulled your underwear off, licking her lips, looking for all the world like a thirsty woman looking at a water faucet...
