A Saint Arrives

Me and Ishtar have been fucking nonstop for hours further. A carnal tangle of pleasure that I forced her into, but that she doesn’t want to stop.

The noises we were making were only getting louder and louder. Moans, yells, screams, and rocking the ground itself with the work of fucking each other raw with no end.

It just so happened that with so much time spent and so much noise being heard, that someone took notice.

The door to our simulation room whooshed open.

I took notice, my mind not completely devoted to the love making by necessity, meanwhile Ishtar didn’t bother caring. Her fingers and hands continued without end.

In the doorway stood a blond haired servant with pretty good boobs. A flag in her hand, armor protecting her body.

She spoke up. Her voice sounding quite holy as she raised it to address the two servants in a fucking spree.

“Good Heavens, I could hear the ruckus from the other room. ISHTAR! KAMA! What in the name of the Lord is going on here? Why are you two naked in the training room, for what reason would that be reasonable?!!”

It’s Jeanne de Arc. Saint of France, of the Holy Church, a savior and a martyr, a prophet and a general.

I take a gamble. Jeanne died young and it’s very possible she genuinely doesn’t know what we’re doing beyond the idea that something called sex is sinful. And also, we’re both girls. Jeanne may not understand lesbianism.

A thought from my mind enters Ishtar’s being, tamping down her lust, commanding her to cease her sex making, and to simply stand by at the ready.

She stops and looks on in curiosity, unsure why she no longer wants to fuck without end. ‘It’s of no true concern’ - I force the thought into her, and Ishtar ceases to be worried.

Ishtar now sees Jeanne, having been unaware before I quieted her sexual appetite.

I shapeshift into Kama’s 3rd ascension. My extra limbs disappear into nothing and my proportions normalize.

“Jeanne, we were simply training, exploring the vastness of love itself through endurance training. Long sessions are the only way to truly reach the depths of love itself.”

My voice is calm, I’ve proven I can say ridiculous things with a straight face already and this is no different.

“Love through endurance training? But why would you need to be naked?” Jeanne is confused but not calling me on a lie.

“Love is explored best without barriers. A true exploration of affection requires it.” It’s not a lie, just beating around the bush.

My gamble is a success - Jeanne doesn’t understand and hasn’t had sex here at Chaldea. All the servants and Ritsuka must avoid it with her, assuming that she wouldn’t be on board for it.

“But Kama. You’ve been here a long time and I’ve never seen you in a… but, well, I know you go off with Master a lot….”

Jeanne looks down at her feet, she continues to question the situation, but she genuinely doesn’t know what to make of it.

“Jeanne, me and Ishtar are goddesses of love. I’m quite close to her. And this is the only way for us to test our capabilities.” I mean it with a straight face, it’s not a lie!

“Well, umm… can I join in?” The Saint pipes up cheerily and without an ulterior motive to be found.

My jaw drops. Jeanne bought it?! And not only did she buy it, she genuinely wants to be involved?

Jeanne sees my shock and continues.

“You see, many servants see me as strict. My summer version didn’t really help, cause even more thought I was… crazy…” Jeanne has flashbacks to Reece XP and continues.

“I have been meaning to get to know servants like you. Pagan gods and goddesses, I mean. I may not worship you, but being close to the divine just feels right to me. You wouldn’t be divine if the Lord didn’t allow your presences.”

Jeanne is being genuinely nice. She has wanted to understand non-Christian divinity for some time since her worship was so devoted and ostentatious.

“And it’s fortunate I meet both of you here. The Lord loves all. Love is so very important to Him, to the faith, and to me. I would love to know more about it from both of you.” Jeanne smiles warmly.

She’s put forth a genuine ask for companionship and knowledge on the nature of love and divinity.

“But can you both please put your clothes back on. I feel weird seeing your naked bodies like this, like my heart is fluttering.” Jeanne blushes red, not knowing the source of the sickness taking her.

Oh my… is Jeanne? Is she really? The thoughts flick through my mind. There’s just no way… but Jeanne was a cross-dresser and burned at the stake. The possibility is delicious.

“Jeanne of course we can dress if that makes you comfortable. The great and terrible Kama, and the ditzy Ishtar are more than happy to make your acquaintance on love on a surface level first.”

A thought flings into Ishtar’s mind to agree to the proposal and get dressed. I unleash her mind so that can speak without my command, but with the alteration that she wants to help me corrupt this saint.

The frozen Ishtar starts moving again and puts on her scantily covering clothing.

I do the same.

“It’s a shame Aphrodite isn’t around yet. You’d have yet another Love Goddess to practice with.” Ishtar finally speaks to Jeanne, recognizing her need and offering comfort. “But me and this demon here can help nonetheless.”

Jeanne looks up at the word demon being used, but her faith is strong enough and Kama’s reputation is reasonable enough to understand it was a joke.

“Jeanne you’re a very pretty girl. Would you like to be loved by me and Ishtar? We can kiss and everything.” My ask is brazenly forward.

“It’s… it’s sinful to love like this before marriage! And we’re all women! It’s against everything I-I know!” Jeanne is blushing and stuttering.

“I don’t think so.” Ishtar is quick to respond.

“Yea neither do I.” I agree with Ishtar’s quick answer.

“B-b-but the Bible says otherwise! I-I can’t possibly—” Jeanne is truly a virgin saint and needs a shock to reconfigure.

I lean right up to her as she’s stuttering and kiss her. Ishtar is right behind me and puts her hands on Jeanne’s shoulders, caressing her.

Her face turns bright red. She’s shaking like a volcano and ready to explode.

Jeanne forcefully shakes off Ishtar and pushes me off her French mouth.

Her shock and rush causes her to stumble and fall down. Her flag clatters to the ground. Me and Ishtar are there to comfort her immediately. Jeanne just about passes out. She covers her mouth and tries to desperately shield herself from both me and Ishtar on the floor.

“Please Jeanne, accept our love as you accepted the love from your Lord. We assure you, we can be representatives of it in our own ways.” I declare it aloud, maybe the forwardness can get through to her.

“Yes Jeanne. Let us Goddesses of Love demonstrate it.” Ishtar echoes me, caked in double entendre about what we will really be doing.

I take Jeanne’s arms into mine and press them against my breasts. Ishtar lays upon Jeanne and flicks at Jeanne’s chest.

“No, you can’t. I don’t… my body feels so warm! Please stop whatever you’re doing to me! I’m not ready, we’re not married!” Jeanne is squirming, both physically and with her words.

“But Jeanne, this isn’t sex, just love. You’re allowed to have love!” It’s an obvious connection, love was what she wanted, it’s what she’s getting.

I plunge my mouth onto Jeanne’s holy mouth again and lock against her. She isn’t strong enough this time to shake both me and Ishtar off of her. Ishtar continues to play with Jeanne’s cloth covered titties.

“Jeanne, it’s just us girls. We’ve committed no sins. But now it’s time to strip you down.” I speak slowly and breathily into her ears in between kisses.

“Your chest would be better if I can get at your bare nipples, dear saint.” Ishtar says it calmly yet defiantly, as if it’s an annoyance to be burned away.

I let up from locking with her to allow her to speak and make a decision. I step away and motion Ishtar to take a direct role with me when Jeanne speaks again. A toned body to match Jeanne’s more scrawny figure compared to my voluptuous one.

“I… please do.” The saint’s walls to open ministrations come down finally. I doubt she’s completely fractured just yet though.

But Jeanne has forsaken modesty at the least. She lets us take off her clothing and armor tenderly. Her holy breasts flop out from under her armor. Her sanctified pussy freed from the shackles of her tight protective cloth. If I didn’t know any better, it seems to be moist already…

“You finally understand Jeanne. We are showing you our love. Please enjoy it!”

Without meaning to, it seems the thought was strong enough to get both me and Ishtar to say it. It’s a strange feeling for her to echo my thoughts without me even trying. My face flushes from the knowledge that it happened.

Where once a frown stood on her covered face, now a flustered one threatens to burst at the seams. Jeanne wants this double team on her now but she can’t admit it out loud in front of the world. Only small coy remarks may escape her virgin lips.

I take a breast in my hand, and Ishtar one in hers. We both rub and fondle them. Our faces rubbing against both halves of Jeanne’s perfect French skin.

“Saint, we can stop now, or we can go further. But I need you to promise you won’t try to interrupt it.”

I give Jeanne a choice. The best way to take her and truly defile her is with her own desires interfacing with mine and Ishtar’s. The Saint must give herself to truly be a lover.

“But deeper would be sinful… before…matrimony.” Jeanne’s voice is quiet. She means her words but the strength to say them is leaving her, the pleasure and feelings she’s experiencing having worn down her defenses to nothing.

If that’s truly her only issue, I take it within my words to solve it. But before she answers, our clothing must come off. I strip Ishtar and she strips me sexily.

“Then by the divinity invested in me. I do declare you wed to us, saintly one. I would know, I’m a goddess of love. If I say you’re wed, you just are.” I smirk and nod my head in acknowledgment toward Jeanne.

“It’s my domain too. Seconded. Jeanne, you’re now married. You’ve nothing to worry about.” My puppet echoes my words without my need to say. I truly did a number on her, she perfectly adds to my ad libs.

“I am… wed? I don’t particularly feel like it. But then again, I wouldn’t really know. I died… a virgin…”

Jeanne’s comment is saddening. Such a beautiful holy girl killed at just 19. It’s quite good she can experience things now at least, endlessly if she lets it happen. Best not to dwell on it, I’m sure that Jeanne wouldn’t either.

“This shall be the consummation, Saint. Please bear with us. We love you so much. Love us back. You may look, feel, touch, poke, and lick whatever you wish on both of our bodies.”

My comments come from an endless round of prodding at her body.

“Consummation?! But this is just love, how coul—” The Saint is interrupted by Ishtar’s mouth sealing itself on her. I can feel the passion my slave is matching with Jeanne. Their tongues dancing.

I was given a golden opportunity to finally drop the curtain and explain the truth here to Jeanne.

“It is love my Saint. It’s also sex. They’re one and the same my dear. Nobody can love without sex following close behind.”

Jeanne tries to comment back but Ishtar is too fierce. I come close to her as the two beautiful ladies are still locked together.

“Shush my Saint. Love is pleasure and you shall sink into it. Become what you have always wanted… become a slut for us. Reject these barriers and protestations. Simply feel what you want so desperately deep inside you.”

My words echo out and I see it finally - the last barrier being broken. Jeanne’s arms come to participate and it’s no longer a dance out of expectation but rather a dance of need.

Ishtar and Jeanne are rolling with each other, covered in sweat.

Their lips part and Jeanne is wanting. She calls out. “Oh my Lord, please do me. I’m ready to go all the way! I want it so badly.”

“Jeanne, be explicit. No need to have to conceal your words, seal what you truly mean. It doesn’t mean anything if you won’t nakedly bare your desires out for us as we have for you! Tell us what you want us to do to you. Plainly.”

Kama’s, my, body bends down to the Saint on the floor, my hands are in the air waiting to receive.

It’s like the first bit of a prayer and Jeanne must complete it. Ishtar distances herself from the levee about to break, but ready to rush in when it does.

Jeanne shakes and moans from the desires built up over this session. Her naked, sweaty body has been conditioned and can’t just stop now.

Her mouth jitters but finally opens wide to declare.

“I want you to touch me! I want you to… have sex with me! And above all, I want to… I WANT TO CLIMAX!” Jeanne yells the last bit. A declaration she’s probably wanted to be able to speak for who knows how long.

Both me and Ishtar rush to her side and pop up alongside her shoulders like an angel and devil, except we’re both devils for her.

“In this case, it’s called fucking, not sex.” My piece of guidance to this sheltered saint lands comically. But Ishtar won’t be out done and adds.

“And climax. Too clinical. It’s called cumming.”

There’s no other side to this. Me and Ishtar want the Saint to be vulgar. Vulgarity is sexy. A corrupted Saint - enough for me to cum right now, and it’s almost the case.

We both wait for the saint before adding.

“Do you want my big assets to make you cum, or this flat bimbo for you to stand on?” I chuckle, my arms gesturing to my massive breast and ass capable of smothering her.

“Fuck you demon. Saint, you’d clearly prefer my toned radiant goddess body to this titty monster.” Ishtar is easy to anger if I let her and presents her lithe naked body for inspection.

Jeanne sweats. Two truly beautiful women presenting themselves to her, letting her choose. Such free will can only lead to sin and Jeanne falls right into being greedy and lustful.

“Lord forgive me, but I want both. Please fuck me with both of your bodies. You’re so fucking goddamn sexy.”

Her hands are clasped in shame. But no amount of Hail Mary chanting can expel her needs. Taking the Lord’s name in vain too. How the Saint has fallen from grace, it’s truly delightful.

We jump at the chance and tackle Jeanne to the ground. A mess of titties swinging and tight female bodies bouncing off of each other in pleasure.

It’s savage love making. Hands, feet, breasts, every body part involved in carnal movement. Jeanne is along for the ride, not exactly as experienced and lets her body be defiled.

Tongue and saliva slather her. Her nipples pinches. Tits squeezed. Tummy and hair caressed. Her slit fingered without limit. Mounds grinding against mounds.

“Fuck fuck fuck. OH MY GOD!” Jeanne is crying out in pleasure and feelings she can’t describe. It’s a single goal to make sure she cums her brains out.

And after a few minutes of such ramshackle devotion, the goal is completed.

“OOHHHHH!!” Jeanne’s body tenses and squeezes. Her mouth stuck open, screaming out the only sound she can make. She rocks and bucks, her girlcum thrown all around this union of three bodies.

She collapses to the floor. Her first ever orgasm has left her unable to move. Evidently the sensation was beyond her boundaries because in addition to cumming, she also pissed herself in pleasure.

Embarrassing to some. But to two goddesses of pleasure? It’s a sign of true success that Jeanne had nothing held back and was utterly consumed by love.

I roll onto Jeanne and face her head on. “Was it everything you wanted Saint? Has your knowledge of love deepened?”

She doesn’t answer. Too much of a high remains. It’s like she’s not even there. For a virgin, such an exertion and then cumming hard must have been too much.

I roll off of the saint’s tight chest. I hold Ishtar’s sweaty hands. She remains my absolute slave.

It gets me thinking now. Chaldea is difficult to tell the time in, but between everything I’ve done, it’s now well into the evening.

I can’t help but reminisce and dream of the future. Kama and Ishtar, two bodies ready to fuck and cause chaos throughout Chaldea.

What a great end to a day of pleasure. And there’s so many more to be had. So many more pleasures to be had.

I’ll get Jeanne’s answer when she wakes up. Maybe she’s so corrupted I can make her a puppet like Ishtar.

And I still have to decide what to do with my love slave Ishtar. Release her or keep her chained to my desires….