A Sleepless Night

Jeanne very annoyingly wouldn’t awake after a few minutes. She was of course not dead, a servant couldn’t possibly disappear from cumming too hard.

And both me and Ishtar checked Jeanne’s heartbeat, while taking large grasps of her chest to check that her firmness hadn’t been affected.

I may have commanded Ishtar to become a mindless slave and eat Jeanne out as well. Whether that happened is neither here nor there.

“Jeanne, whenever you recover. Find me. I quite enjoyed corrupting a saint. More pleasures await. Up to you of course. I know you have that big sister thing you like to do too.” I capped it off with a kiss on her lips.

But it was late enough in the evening to retire for the night. Unfortunately no way to get at the others in the simulator rooms I didn’t cross paths with yet…

For now, we needed our clothes back on. I began the act and told Ishtar to do the same, with a couple additional commands to engrave on her spirit core.

“Ishtar, my pleasure slave, put your clothes back on. You shall be inseparable from me for the night. You will become a devoted house maid and come with me. Then, you’ll be sleeping in my bed and giving me comfort with your body.”

“Yes master.” Ishtar was so mindless her mouth was dripping. A lovely divine slave to my pleasure, what a life!

As me in Kama’s body and Ishtar exited to return to a dormitory room, we only encountered a few servants along the way.

Boudicca calmly marching along, then Gawain, and finally Queen of Sheba scantily clad slinking around. She seemed to be in a hurry, but I’m not sure what.

Me and my slave arrived at Kama’s dormitory. I set to relaxing, lying down and stretching. A goddess can only fuck and enslave for so long without rest after all. I’m immediately greeted to the sound of Kama’s spine adjusting. Her massive tits between forms does a number to her body. I’m tired of lugging them around, so I transform in a flash to Kama’s child form. Being so small makes a bed seem so big and warm.

But I hadn’t stepped foot in Kama’s dormitory just yet before now. I’m surprised by how much is in here. Floral patterns I’d expect a ‘cute’ girl to have adorn her walls. A small portion of the right side wall has multiple hurriedly taken photos of the Ritsuka arranged like a how a teenager has pictures of their crush from a band. Kama, you lovesick fool, how adorable.

Not a single speck of genuine depravity. No naked photos, no porn, no dirty magazines. At least there’s a copy of the Kama Sutras, but of all the people who don’t need one, it’s Kama herself.

She’s completely performative in her ‘I will corrupt all’ shtick, it’s heartwarmingly dorky. Good that I could make it a reality in her stead.

“Maid slave, get to dusting and cleaning. Use your tongue if you need to lap up anything that can’t be cleaned with a broom and duster. I expect this room to be spotless. And before you begin, you’re doing this naked.”

“Yes master.” Ishtar mindlessly obeys. She takes off her clothes and gets to work. Dutifully, she’s sprucing up Kama’s relatively clean room without complaint. She doesn’t have the capacity to complain of course, such resistance was burned out when she gave herself to me.

Before I could really get settled, there’s a knock on the door.

“Maid slave, get the door. I’m trying to relax here. Then get back to cleaning, you useless whore.”

“Yes master.” Ishtar stands up and goes to the door, unlocking it. The door whooshes open to reveal a blonde woman.

It’s Jeanne de Arc. She’s in a nightgown rather than all her armor.

“Oh hey Jeanne. I did tell you to find me when you wanted more pleasure. Didn’t quite expect you to interrupt my sleep.” I’m rubbing my small eyes to sit up. I was genuinely getting close to some shuteye.

“Jeanne, I can always go for more fucking. But couldn’t you let this wait till tomorrow?”

“Kama I really need more. But why is Ishtar sweeping the floor naked? Ishtar, hello?” Jeanne is definitely hungry, but also confused with Ishtar. She waves her hands in front of Ishtar, getting no reply. I step in to explain it away.

“She lost a bet to me today. She’s my maid slave now. For the foreseeable future. She’s not allowed to do or say anything without my say so.” Jeanne believes my lie instantly.

“Oh! Ishtar, gambling is immoral! You should be ashamed of yourself for agreeing to such a stupid thing.” No response from Ishtar, but Jeanne crosses her arms.

“Jeanne, please just get to the p—” I yawn really exaggeratingly, “-oint.”

“Kama. Such warmth spread within me after the fucking. It simply hasn’t ceased, yet I need more. I need it to never go away.” Jeanne has gone mad. I guess I knew she has a tendency to get carried away.

“Jeanne please try to sleep it off. It’s super unrealistic to have an orgasm constantly, even I can’t promise that to anyone. I’m your fuckbuddy, and I guess your wife.”

Jeanne hears me try to shrug her off and she’s not having it. She reaches to my small form and picks me up by the sides of my chest.

“Put me down you saintly slut! I’m Kama, goddess of love! I will not disrespected!”

“Oh please punish me more. I need it! More touching. More abuse. Please!” Jeanne is practically rabid.

Completely red in the face and breathing heavy with expectant need. I groan and sit up to face her directly.

“Fine. I lied earlier, Ishtar didn’t lose a bet. She’s simply my pleasure slave. I own her servant core. I can do the same to you. I can promise you I won’t rewrite your personality. But that’d be a lie. I would turn you into another willing slave. A whore who exists only because she can get fucked.”

“Kama I want that more than anything in the world. I want to be your whore so bad!”

There’s absolutely no way to get any sleep tonight now. Jeanne has already given herself to me, it can’t be helped now.

I suppose there wasn’t any actual need. Chaldea just tries to follow a reasonable schedule like when all these beings were alive. I was a human not long ago, it would have been nice. But what is even nicer is Jeanne deciding to plunge into lust.

“Jeanne, lie down and allow what is about to happen.”

Jeanne nods happily and lies down flat on her back on the Chaldean floor. A big grin on her face, and her fingers seem to agonizing along her figure. Groping her own chest. It’s quite amusing.

Maid slave Ishtar continues around the room wordlessly. Not acknowledged by me or Jeanne as she uses every tool to clean.

I shapeshift back to Kama’s 3rd ascension. “Kama, you look lovely no matter what form you take. Please ravage me!”

“Drop your holy protections Saint.” The comment hits Jeanne and she complies.

“Maya Prapilis!” I look directly into Jeanne’s eyes and let my demonic energy flow into her body.

A partial activation of Kama’s noble phantasm and another arrow appears in my hands. It’s a good thing she has a whole quiver of these in her spirit core. I waste no time and stab Jeanne’s breast with it.

The arrow pierces inside of her and dissipates into pure energy into her core. Jeanne’s whole body freezes and her eyes go glassy.

“Jeanne. You live only for Kama now. Forsake your Lord. I am the only Divine you have love and worship for. Feel your entire being become mine and mine alone. Your thoughts purely controlled by my thoughts. Your desires controlled by my desires. Your actions, yours words, your emotions. Be reborn as my pleasure slave.”

I say it all with radiant fiery eyes. Jeanne takes it all onto herself. She is completely changed by my words engraved upon her. I let Jeanne reawaken from her baptism in lust.

Her being is changed to be more than a puppet, rather a servant of depravity. Her every action will be more depraved than the last for sweet exultation in my name.

Her body warmth and being returns. Her eyes become full of life. But now it’s a life I changed her to live.

“Oh Kama my true goddess. I see the light of your radiance now. None can compare. That false pretender Lord is nothing to me. Please adorn me in your cloth, thy will shall be done through this body!”

It’s like seeing an Angel fall in real time. If Jeanne had white wings, they were now stained jet black.

“Jeanne, my fallen angel. Maintain the illusion that you are still innocent, but cause mischief and chaos. Create sexual tension and release. Fuck other servants as you please. Remember your true master always.”

I reach into my pussy and slick my finger in residual fluid. I use that finger to poke and draw upon Jeanne’s forehead as I speak the last words.

Jeanne just about collapses from my anointment. Her voice is giddy with glee.

“Yes my Lord. Your will is my will. If I must wear those stupid ‘holy’ vestments, I shall. Nothing will be off limits. I serve you and your pleasure!”

Jeanne takes a massive grab of herself. Her mouth twists and an expression of pure perversion becomes her face. Her hands against her head, scrunching in adulation that she may be as depraved as possible.

“As a warmup, take Ishtar back to your room and fuck her nonstop. But do not cum. Let your lust and need rise to a breaking point. Go past that point, and when morning comes, unleash yourself and become a true demon of pleasure!” I become a little louder and reverent. A sacred order to Jeanne to cap off the exchange.

“Of course my Lord! Cumming without your command wouldn’t mean anything. My true nature ruled by lust shall be my truth. I can’t wait to fuck all those who cross my path!” Jeanne looks ready to gush right now saying these words.

“Ishtar. Stop being my maid slave. Return to yourself, but the self I control who is ruled by your lust. Go with Jeanne and fuck till morning. Indulge in every fantasy, in every reviled act. You may not cum either. Let the lust build and be ready to release it later.”

My eyes flash with this command and Ishtar returns to reality. She’s not upset to have been a doll under my control and immediately caresses her own body. Ishtar is truly selfish, she loves her vessel body greatly, she’d cum to it if all the other lovely bodies here didn’t interrupt her.

“Goddess, thank you for restoring me. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity! Being unable to cum sounds lovely. Let’s go Jeanne! Master must rest. We are lucky to get to defile each other.”

“Dear Ishtar. Try if you want, your bimbo body can’t compare to my holy temple of a figure. My tits and ass are leagues beyond you. But I’ll have my fun denying you orgasm too.”

Both servants leave fully clothed and joined in kisses. A curious happening for anyone wandering the halls at this midnight hour.

I decide to lie down with Kama’s majestic breasts and sleep till morning. I’ll release Ishtar from my pleasure control then. She’s done enough, and maybe the damage has been done so that she’ll never be such a virgin goddess again.

I can’t help but slick myself on the bed for a few solitary minutes. One last orgasm in a goddess of sex.

My eyes close, a rush of feeling pulsing through me until my consciousness leaves me.