Jeanne D'Arc

It was ruler class servant, Jeanne d'Arc. Her golden hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and her eyes, a clear blue, sparkled with excitement.

She was dressed in her usual nightly attire. Consists only of plain white bra and panties.

"Welcome back, Shirou," Jeanne said softly, her voice a gentle caress in the otherwise sterile room. She patted the space next to her on the bed, an invitation that was both familiar and thrilling.

Shirou couldn't help but feel a bit flustered as he approached, his eyes lingering on her bare skin.

He sat down, the bed squeaking slightly under his weight. The coldness of the mattress was a stark contrast to the warmth that radiated from Jeanne's body.

Shirou took a moment to appreciate Jeanne's beauty, the soft curve of her smile and the way the light danced across her skin. Despite the exhaustion of his training, he felt his heart rate quicken at the intimate sight of her waiting for him.

Her smile grew as she took his hand, pulling him closer. "You've been working so hard lately," Jeanne said, her eyes filled with concern and affection.

Shirou couldn't deny it; the training was intense. But it was necessary, with the constant looming threat of extinction-level events.

He took a deep breath, feeling the heat of Jeanne's body against his, and allowed the tension to melt away.

Their eyes met, and Jeanne leaned in, her soft, full lips brushing against his. Shirou's arms instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her closer. He could feel her breasts pressing into his chest, the heat of her body seeping into him as their kiss grew more insistent.

The world faded away as their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths with a familiar hunger that never waned.

Jeanne's hands roamed over his body, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Her gentle caresses grew more urgent as she undid his shirt, her fingertips tracing the lines of his muscles. The fabric fell away, leaving his bare chest exposed to the cold air of the room, which made him shiver and lean into her warm embrace.

Her bra came off next, revealing her perfect, round breasts. The sight of her bare skin made Shirou's heart race, his desire for her growing stronger by the second. He cupped them gently, feeling the softness of her flesh and the firmness of her nipples against his palms.

Jeanne let out a soft moan, her cheeks flushing pink. She pushed herself closer to him, her hands fumbling with the clasp of his pants. He helped her, lifting his hips so she could pull them down, his erection springing free.

Her eyes a mix of greed and hunger.

She took him in her hand, stroking him lightly. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through Shirou's body. He groaned into her mouth, their kisses growing deeper, more ****.

Shirou felt her shift, her body sliding over his, the warmth of her skin against his own sending waves of pleasure through him. Jeanne straddled him, her legs on either side of his hips, her panties now the only barrier between them.

Which he tore apart with ease.

Her hand guided him, aligning their bodies perfectly, and with one smooth motion, she sank down onto him.

The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and pressure as he filled her completely.

Shirou groaned as Jeanne began to move, her hips rocking gently against his. The feeling of her tight, wet warmth was almost too much to handle, but he held on, savoring every moment. Her movements grew more urgent as she rode him, her breath coming in gasps and moans that filled the room.

He could feel her inner walls tightening around him, her body responding to his every thrust. The room was filled with the rhythmic slap of their skin and the sound of their ragged breaths. Jeanne's breasts bounced with the motion, her nipples hard and erect, brushing against his chest with each downward movement.

Shirou's hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements as he pushed into her with more ****. Each stroke was long and rough, their bodies colliding together in a dance of passion and need. His eyes never left hers, watching the pleasure build in the depths of her gaze.

Her moans grew louder, her body tightening around him as she approached climax. The bed creaked and groaned in protest under their vigorous activity.

Shirou could feel his own release building, the tension coiling in his stomach, but he held back, focusing on Jeanne's pleasure. He knew she was close; the way her eyes rolled back and her mouth formed a perfect "O" of ecstasy was a dead giveaway.

Her body convulsed around him, her muscles tightening in waves of pleasure. The feeling was exquisite, pushing him closer to the edge.

Her moans grew more intense, and Shirou couldn't help but let out a low groan of his own as she climaxed. He watched her, feeling the pulse of her release through their joined bodies, her muscles clenching around him. It was a sight that never failed to leave him in awe.

As her orgasm subsided, Jeanne leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest, her breath hot against his neck. "Don't stop," she whispered, her voice needy and ****. Shirou's grip on her hips tightened, as he **** on round 2.

Their bodies slapped together, the sound echoing through the small room. Jeanne's nails dug into his skin, leaving half-moons on his back. Shirou's strokes grew longer, more intense, their hips moving in a punishing rhythm that sent shockwaves of pleasure through both of them.

Her pussy was a tight vice around his cock, and with each thrust, he could feel her walls rippling with pleasure. She leaned back, her eyes fluttering closed as she arched her back, pushing her breasts up to meet his eager mouth. He took one in his hand, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he kissed and sucked the other. The sweet taste of her skin filled his mouth, and he felt himself getting closer to the edge.

Her movements grew more erratic, her moans turning to cries as she climbed towards another peak.

Shirou's eyes never left hers, watching the passion play out on her face as he drove into her over and over again.

Her cries grew louder, and her hips bucked against him, her body begging for release. Shirou knew she was close again, and he didn't hold back. He increased his speed, their bodies slapping together in a symphony of desire.

With a final, powerful thrust, Shirou buried himself deep inside Jeanne, feeling her quiver as she reached her second climax. Her nails dug deeper into his skin, her cries of pleasure muffled by his shoulder as she buried her face against him. The warmth of her body enveloped him as her pussy spasmed around his cock, the intensity of her orgasm almost too much to handle.

Score was 2-0.

But he didn't stop, his pride driving him onward. He knew Jeanne could handle it, that she craved this roughness from him. Her nails scratched at his back, leaving trails of fire that only served to fuel his passion. Shirou's hips moved like a piston, hammering into her with a fervor that was almost violent. Jeanne's cries grew louder, more ****, each one spurring him on as he claimed her body as his own.

Her pussy clenched around him, tightening with every thrust as if trying to hold onto him forever. He felt the slickness of her arousal coating his shaft, making every movement more intense. The smell of their passion filled the room, a heady scent that intoxicated them both.

Shirou's own orgasm was building, a crescendo of pleasure that was threatening to overwhelm him.

But he refused to surrender to it yet, pushing himself harder. He knew Jeanne could handle more, and he wanted to give her everything she craved. His hands slid up her body, gripping her shoulders tightly as he thrust into her with all his strength. The sound of their flesh slapping together grew louder, filling the room with a primitive rhythm that seemed to pulse in sync with their hearts.

Her hips met his thrusts with equal ferocity, her moans growing more intense with each passing moment. Jeanne's body was a canvas of pleasure, her skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat.

"Shirou more," she gasped, her voice ragged and ****. "Shirou, harder."

He complied, driving into her with a fierce passion that bordered on obsession. The head of his cock brushed against her G-spot with every stroke, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She threw her head back, her golden hair cascading down her back as she moaned his name over and over.

Their bodies were a tangle of limbs, a dance of passion and power that seemed to have no end. Shirou could feel her muscles tightening around him, her orgasm building once more.

With each word, he pushed into her deeper, harder, the sound of their bodies coming together echoing through the cold, metallic walls of the room.

Jeanne's moans grew louder, her breaths more ragged, and she moaned his name like a prayer.

"Oh, lord," she gasped as Shirou's relentless thrusts hit all the right spots, sending her spiraling into ecstasy. "Shirou... Shirou!"

Her voice grew shrill with pleasure as he pounded into her, their bodies moving in a frantic rhythm that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. Her walls clenched around him, tightening with each stroke as she neared the precipice of another climax.

He felt the tension building in her core, the tightness of her pussy a testament to her approaching release. And as he felt her body begin to convulse around him, he knew he had her exactly where he wanted her. He slammed into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt and holding there as her body shook with the **** of her orgasm.

Score 3-0

Her nails dug into his shoulders, her eyes squeezed shut as she rode the wave of pleasure. But even as she came down from her peak, Jeanne was already begging for more, her voice a **** whisper in his ear. "Shirou, my pussy can't take more," she gasped. "Take me there."

Her words were all the encouragement he needed. Withdrawing from her soaking wet pussy, Shirou took a moment to appreciate the sight of leaking juices and the raw, pink flesh that glistened with their combined sweat.

"As you wish," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he flipped her over onto her stomach.

Her ass was a perfect target, plump and inviting. He could see her tight, pink rosebud and knew that she was ready for more. He leaned in, kissing the small of her back as his hand reached down to stroke her sensitive flesh. Jeanne's breath hitched, her body tensing as she felt his touch.

Shirou took his time, using his thumb to gently spread her cheeks apart, exposing her tight hole. He could feel her quivering in anticipation, her body begging for his intrusion. He didn't disappoint, his cock sliding along her wet slit before coming to rest against her anus.

He pushed forward, the tip of his cock breaching her tight opening. Jeanne's grip on the bed sheets tightened, her teeth clenched as she took a deep breath. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

Shirou didn't rush, easing into her inch by inch. He watched the play of emotions on her face, the way her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open in a silent scream. He felt her tighten around him, her body trying to resist the intrusion, but he was relentless. His strokes grew deeper, more deliberate, as he pushed past her resistance and into her depths.

A tight, velvety heat that gripped him like a vice. Jeanne's moans grew louder, her body shivering as she took in the unfamiliar sensation. She had been with many, but none had ever taken her so thoroughly, claimed her so completely.

Shirou's grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts growing more forceful as he felt her adjust to his size.

The initial discomfort melted away, replaced by a burning sensation that seemed to ignite a fire deep within Jeanne.

Her moans grew deeper, more animalistic as he pushed into her, each stroke filling her completely.

Her ass cheeks jiggled with every impact, the sound of their bodies colliding a symphony of lust.

Her pussy was still wet and swollen from her previous climaxes, and she felt the beginnings of another building within her.

But it was the feeling of him inside her ass, stretching her to the limits, that was driving her wild.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body shaking as she felt his cock stretching her anally. The pain was intense, but she couldn't deny the dark thrill that shot through her with every inch he claimed.

Shirou's eyes were locked on the erotic sight of his cock disappearing into Jeanne's tight, puckered hole. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes squeezed shut as she endured his rough penetration. He knew she could handle it; her moans grew more feral with each stroke, her body arching back to meet his. He felt her tighten around him, her muscles gripping him like a vice as she adjusted to his size.

He watched in awe as her pussy grew wetter, her juices running down the insides of her thighs, mixing with the sweat that glistened on her skin.

He knew she was on the edge again, her body begging for release. But he was merciless, his strokes growing more powerful as he pushed her to her limits.

Jeanne's cries grew louder, filling the room with the sound of their passionate struggle. She was no longer a saintly figure but a creature of pure desire, writhing beneath him like a wanton whore.

Her body was his playground, and he used it to his full advantage.

Shirou's hips slapped against her ass with a wet smack, the sound echoing through the room like a drumbeat of lust. Jeanne's moans grew more ****, her body trembling as she approached the edge of another orgasm.

He felt her tighten around him, her inner walls contracting as she climbed towards climax. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he sent her over the edge.

Her body convulsed around him, her pussy flooding with wetness as she came.

Score 4-0.

With Jeanne's orgasm still reverberating through her body, Shirou didn't give her time to recover. He pulled out of her ass, leaving her panting and trembling, and flipped her onto her back. Her legs fell open, her pussy and ass glistening with their combined juices.

He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, sprawled out before him like a defiled maiden. Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath, her skin flushed with passion. The smell of their lovemaking hung heavy in the air, a scent that seemed to drive him wild with need.

Shirou didn't bother with words; they were unnecessary. His eyes said it all as he leaned down, his mouth finding hers in a fierce, claiming kiss. His tongue delved deep, tasting her, conquering her as his cock had moments before. Jeanne moaned into his mouth, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him back inside her.

But he had other plans, his own desire raging like an inferno within him. He pulled back, leaving her panting and needy.

"What..." she began to ask, but the words died in her throat as he moved to kiss her neck, his teeth nipping gently at her skin. His kisses grew more urgent, moving down to her collarbone and then to her breasts. He took one hardened nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting until Jeanne's moans grew in volume.

Her hands gripped the bed sheets, her body arching off the mattress as she tried to get closer to him. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her body already begging for his cock again. But he was relentless, teasing her with kisses and bites that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her.

Shirou's mouth moved down her body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His tongue flicked across her stomach, tasting the salt of her sweat before dipping into her belly button. Jeanne's hips rolled, urging him closer to where she needed him most.

He chuckled darkly against her skin.

She needed him in her swollen and red pussy, but it was her mouth that he sought.

His cock still hard and slick from their earlier escapades. He hovered above her, watching her face contort with need. Without warning, he pulled her to the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the side.

"Open your mouth," he demanded, his voice a gruff whisper. Jeanne's eyes snapped open, meeting Shirou's intense gaze. With a mix of excitement and trepidation, she complied, her lips parting to reveal her pink tongue. He took his cock in hand, the head glistening with her juices, and guided it towards her.

The moment his cock brushed against her lips, Jeanne's eyes went wide with a mix of shock and excitement. He pushed forward, the head of his cock slipping past her teeth, filling her mouth with his thickness. She could taste the musky tang of their mingled juices, and it only served to drive her desire higher.

Shirou's grip on the back of her head was firm but gentle as he guided her to take more of him into her mouth. Jeanne's eyes watered, but she didn't protest. Instead, she closed her eyes and focused on the sensation, the taste of their combined passion coating her tongue. His cock was still rock-hard, a testament to his unflagging desire. She felt it pulse in her mouth, a silent demand for her attention.

With a sigh, she gave in, her lips sliding down his shaft. His groan of pleasure was all the encouragement she needed. Jeanne began to bob her head, her movements tentative at first, then growing more confident. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, tasting him, savoring him.

Shirou's hips began to move, his strokes matching the rhythm of her mouth. He watched her, his eyes dark with lust as she took more of him in. The sight of his cock disappearing into her mouth was almost too much to handle. Her cheeks hollowed with each suck, and she took him deeper and deeper, her throat working to accommodate his size.

Her eyes watered, her nose brushing against his pubic hair, but she didn't stop. The taste of their combined desire was intoxicating, driving her to give him the best blowjob she could. Jeanne's hand wrapped around the base of his cock, her thumb brushing against his balls as she took him deeper.

Shirou's hands tightened in her hair, guiding her movements. His hips bucked, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth in a rhythm that was both punishing and erotic. He watched her face, the way her cheeks hollowed out and her eyes rolled back in pleasure. He could feel himself getting closer, his orgasm building like a storm in the pit of his stomach.

Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue dancing around his shaft as she took him all the way to the back of her throat. He knew he couldn't hold on much longer. The sight of her, his cock disappearing into her willing mouth, was pushing him over the edge.

With a roar, Shirou came, his seed filling her mouth. Jeanne swallowed, her eyes never leaving his, a look of pure satisfaction on her face. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva.

They lay there for a moment, both of them panting and trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking. The cold air of the room felt like a balm on their heated skin.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

She smiled up at him, her eyes still glazed with passion. "Anything for you, Shirou" she whispered.