Jeanne was a saint, kindness incarnate with nature rivaled only by the first Samaritan (that goodies two-shoes who was announced to come up in the next summon gacha as a Berserker). She was a Servant under the care of a Master from Chaldea, an organization hell-bent on saving the entire human race. Of course, their mission was in line with both her Class as Ruler and savior of mankind.
However, battles were not always a priority. She also partook in other tasks to lift burdens off of fellow teammates and Chaldea crew members. One person came to her attention, a man with a dark complexion. He wore a black jumpsuit worn by different department members of the organization's headquarters. When the two were in viewing distance of the other, this fellow scrunched his face and walked the other direction. Not once did the saint have a chance to even exchange a brief greeting.
Such behavior troubled Jeanne. Through interviews with co-workers, she found out his name was Gabriel - a tall dark figure who somehow took on the dual roles of mechanic and bodyguard. Although he was known to be nice, others found it strange that he displayed a different demeanor only when the Ruler was around.
Although Jeanne did not appreciate this discovery, it gave her all the more reason to investigate the reasons. A few noted when injured, Gabriel would never speak of it unless it became bad - something related to his pride. Only one person, a woman, slyly mentioned he may be hiding a 'big, black secret' that was related to the beautiful saint of New Orleans.
When nobody could offer a straight answer (and she can't accept that her fuckable body was a possible cause), Jeanne considered a different approach. Most normal people would corner a target of concern and interrogate. Rather than this option, the Ruler looked up his room number and traveled there during her free time (like a creeper minus rapey intentions). Down white hallways, she trekked on until distant, wet smacks reached her hearing. And what a coincidence, said sound came from the room that was her destination.
"Hrm, hrm, hrm."
Jeanne believed she heard a diesel engine rumble. She tiptoed towards the door. To her luck, this metal slab did not close all the way. There was enough open space for her to peep through it with one eye.
"Hrm, hrm, come on, ugh."
The seeker finally caught a sight of a secret, a large hand stroking a long black salami with loud slicks. This meat was attached to the thick, shapely waist of a tall ebony man. Muscles and shiny skin caught most of Jeanne's attention. She still retained her sense of duty to match the man's bearded face with those of Gabriel's.
Finally, she had found him. Despite this success, the Ruler was at odds with a proper course of action. She could hardly focused, lamented that now of all times that she found Gabriel in a masturbation session. With closed eyes, the man 'spanked his monkey' with a fierce grip - enough to produce a light sweat. Jeanne could never imagine such indulgence in a 'sin' could make a well-built figure appear so desirable.
Entranced and aroused, the saint did not realize she pressed hands against the door. This cover was designed with a pressure sensitivity feature. So when enough weight met the door, it automatically slid open. Shocked, Jeanne ended up falling until her body - especially large breasts - mashed into the floor like a firm marshmallow.
"Holy shiit, what the hell are you doing here?!"
The Ruler propped arms against the floor to raise her head in time to see Gabriel drag a blanket over his erect piece. She expressed a sheepish smile and breathed, "Oh good, I found you. We need to talk about an important issue."
The room owner fumed for a bit with a bitter tone that relayed his obvious stress. Jeanne did her best to listen and apologize in a calm manner out of guilt for approaching him in such an indecent way. Soon, Gabriel slipped out of his frantic state. This whole time, the saint stood before his bed with fists clenched. A tingle had coursed through her bloodstream long enough to make her feel vulnerable.
"Look, I'm sorry you had to hear me like that. It wasn't my intention to present myself like this in front of a beautiful...decent woman."
The man's reluctant tone and choice of words portrayed a demeanor that matched testimonies. These statements failed to mention that the man was handsome. In fact, he's the only one whose appearance created this effect. Jeanne wondered if this was because she no longer had ties to her past identity as the Virgin Saint.
Jeanne ignored this issue to focus back on the important question. "The fault for this intrusion is mine, although some blame is yours as well. You've avoided me the past few days in an erratic manner. Why would you do that?"
Gabriel shifted his legs - likely tried to not make that one bump under the sheet so evident. "Why do you care? It's my problem."
"As a fellow member of Chaldea, I disagree." The Ruler adopted a serious face. "My duties as a Heroic Spirit compels me to ensure all soldiers, engineers, even the janitors are taken care of. The mission to save Humanity is an arduous task; I refuse to allow a soul to be troubled in such times. Until my Master summons me to the battlefield, I use my free time to assist fellow liberators."
"With that conviction, you sound like Nightingale." Gabriel scrunched his face. Jeanne noticed his penis bump jiggled under the covers. The owner of this erect piece sniffed through his nose before he let out a hot cloud of air through his mouth. "Ugh, even that image is making it hurt. Damn it, why do I have to work in a place like this?"
The blonde saint's eyebrows furrowed. "Is there something you dislike about your job? Or is it the environment?"
"I love what I do. The amount or setting has nothing to do with it," Gabriel chuckled. "What's funny is that this job comes with perks that have been hurting me for a while."
"I'm sorry, I don't understand how 'perks' would hurt you."
"Working around female Servants makes me horny, lustful. I can imagine it's hard for you to comprehend because you never allowed yourself to experience this sort of pleasure."
Jeanne blinked to process the given information. Although knowledge of a person's libido was present in her mind, she could not imagine what the appropriate reaction was. "S-so you masturbate to relieve yourself?"
"Yep."
"And I'm at fault for this?"
"Half of it is." The dark-skinned human motioned his head forward to point out his guest's voluptuous torso. "You didn't choose to become like this. Whether this is the will of a god or destiny, you were born to attract attention. But don't get me wrong, your personality shines more than the physical qualities. I don't even feel the need to throw you out since you're not one of those troublemaking types."
Jeanne accepted the praise, yet couldn't deny her role with his state. The saint even played with one idea on how to take responsibility even if it was one of the most outlandish she had made to date. Raw desire overwhelmed logic and any decency she once held as a pure, religious lady.
"So would you accept me as an offering?"
"Offering?" Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "You mean take something from you as a present?"
"No, use my body as a sedative for your carnal pleasures."
Fire filled Jeanne's cheeks, the heat of embarrassment. Her companion's silence filled her with more shame. Such strife threatened to inflict paralysis, but the saint steeled her resolve as she made up her mind to carry out the given offer - for his sake, she tells herself. Determined to manifest this decision, the Ruler gripped one part of the bed sheet and snapped it off of the man's lap.
"Hey!" Gabriel kept a hold on his side of the cover. SInce he was up against a Servant, the tug-of-war ended with her next yank. The loss left him buck naked. "I didn't answer the question!"
Jeanne pressed a hand into her companion's chest. When he didn't react against this gesture, the saint lowered onto her knees. "You don't have to answer now. Please, decide after I try one method."
When the Ruler had a good look at the penis, she began to doubt her ability to handle an erection. To be more specific, Gabriel's dark meat was one of the largest she had come to know. Mere descriptions like its ten-inch length and polearm girth would surely have given others the impression he was well-endowed. Veins and light throbs indicated the highest degree of virility. As a Ruler blessed with omniscience, she made the deduction that Gabriel had descended from a long line of African bulls, dominant lovers who were infamous throughout the world's 20th century timeline.
Jeanne snapped out of her trance. She ignored Gabriel's astounded expression to kiss the tip of the penis. Mere contact offered a sweet and sour taste, a flavor so strong it left a tingle all across her mouth. Resilient, the saint repeated this action until she dragged her plump lips all over the length. The man's throaty moans convinced her to continue until pre-cum leaked from the piss hole.
"Mph, shit, I-I'm gonna cum soon."
The Ruler slurped up the semen until her mouth covered the cockhead. She tried to swallow it all, but only took in a third of the size before she started to gag. The strain forced her to retreat, slide lips off of the penis. Desperation prompted Jeanne to grab, then aim the tip at her chest before a stream of white goo spurted out of the slit like a water geyser.
"Ah, damn, s-sorry. Raugh!"
Gabriel's feral growl scared Jeanne, who knew he reacted from a rush caused by his release. Signs of intense stress showed in this ejaculation that splattered baby batter all over the saint's purple dress. To her surprise, the woman felt disappointed that she did not have a solid taste of the fluids. This hunger guided a finger she used to scoop up a wad of cum and place into her mouth. She suckled on this digit to clean it well, consume every strand of the man's spunk.
"You look really...erotic. Are you sure you're a virgin?"
The Ruler nodded as she unbuttoned the front part of her stained dress. She reached around the attire to undo the clasps and buttons there. This effort loosened the top until it fell to reveal two large mounds hidden behind an eggshell bra.
"Knowledge of these acts make up for my lack of experience. Please, withhold your final decision until I am finished."
"I can't tell you to stop when you're approaching me like a - gah!"
Gabriel humped his hips forward. Jeanne pushed back until his ass met the mattress. To ensure this movement would not happen again, the saint placed elbows on top of his thighs. This entire time, she made sure his big cock never left the cleavage of her magnificent E-cup titties. The mammary glands pressed their soft flesh into the warm meat pole.
Slowly, the Ruler moved her chest up. The skin of her breasts slid up the wet phallus with a gentle slick. She descended until the curvy undersides mashed into the waist; pressed hands into the side of the milkers to keep them tight around the penis. Up and down, Jeanne committed to this rhythm all for the sake of a satisfactory titjob. Several times, she pooled spit into her mouth until there was enough to fall out and cover the stimulated area with extra lube. Although Gabriel moaned and shivered with her motions, it took some time before his hardened man meat oozed fresh semen onto her skin.
"Hrmph, hrmph, I'm almost there again."
This announcement relieved Jeanne; the long time with this titjob almost worried that she did not present enough pleasure. Excitement sparked her mind as the penis quivered in her cleavage. Faster, she moved to hasten the time for the release. Louder, her udders smacked into the man's skin. This frantic handling milked more cream from the urethra until a large amount burst out. With mouth open and tongue out, she tried to catch it all.
When the semenworks stopped, a white mask of semen dripped from her face. Cheeks had puffed out to hold the captured content. Jeanne reared back her head and gulped to intake the given load. The thick protein left bend a warm trail in throat as it slithered into the stomach. The saint sighed out loud as she swiped the leftover cum from face.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry." Gabriel's erotic breaths and unfaltering gaze didn't match his apologetic tone. "Do you need to get those clothes cleaned? I can do that for you."
"There is no need. I can create another set with my abilities." Jeanne tore off the rest of the clothes. Her companion lied still on the bed as he watched her undress with wide eyes. His astonishment was not an exaggeration; any human - man or woman - would have found this undressing surprising. Not only did it seem uncharacteristic for the Ruler to act this slutty, each article shed revealed desirable parts of her busty, athletic figure.
By the time there was no cloth found on the woman's body, the witness muttered, "Damn." This was expected as Jeanne displayed solid thighs, slim waist, and large tits. Not only were her muscles well-defined, they emphasized the feminine proportions better than any of her gender could ever show - let alone hope to replicate. Her six-pack could be seen, but the muscles were no larger than a male's.
All men would have loved to impregnate her as her physical traits met the highest standard of childrearing. Jeanne was not aware of this, or the fact that Gabriel had this desire. The only problem - or plus in a different perspective -was that Servants like her cannot get pregnant. Fortunately, this demerit did not dampen the mood of the love this interracial pair was about to make together.
"So, shall we continue? Y-your penis is still up, so we'll have to try a new method to calm it down."
Gabriel said nothing. His bulging eyes indicated lust that could either turn him into a loyal horndog or a terrifying beast. This sight reminded Jeanne of the sin that afflicted his nature, one she knew was caused by her gorgeous body. Although guilt was ever present, she moved with a different purpose in mind. By the time she sat on her partner's lap, the saint had cast away all thoughts for the sake of carnal satisfaction.
"T-then allow me to start from here."
The Ruler hovered her pussy over the cock and paused there to prepare mind for the inevitable hardship. Slowly, she lowered her hips to make the tip push through the soaking lips of her snatch. She covered her mouth to muffle a painful groan as the phallus pierced her fleshy insides. This descent stopped when the cockhead found a hardened layer.
"What is this?"
Jeanne couldn't answer as she whimpered from the pain. Unexpectedly, Gabriel thrust up his hips to spear dick against the barrier. This single action broke through to fill the rest of the birth canal. This introduced the battle-hardened woman to an agony that forced sniffles and groans from her mouth.
"Oh god, you were a virgin?"
"Y-yes," the Ruler sniffed. She scrunched her face just as the snatch stopped inches away from the base of the man's crotch. The straddling body twitched; the inner vagina walls squeezed around the thick, dark meat. "B-but it's alright, I-I choose to lose it with you."
Jeanne adjusted her hips. This effort didn't help change the flux of emotions that bombarded her nervous system. These small movements only stacked a pressure that led to an immediate orgasm. As she shook from the immense pleasure, Gabriel massaged her waist - slid hands across those babymaking hips and fine badonkadonk.
"Why would you want to lose it with me? Didn't you imagine losing it with someone special?"
"B-because there is nobody like that in my life." Jeanne released bated breaths. She glided palms down her partner's solid chest. "And the truth is, I lost myself in sin. When I saw you, I-I was overcome by hunger for the flesh. Your color, your size captivated me. This is utterly a failure to my Master, you, even the lord."
Such confession was said before a wave of sadness overcame the saint as she realized her recent acts went against old beliefs - felt like a shameless bitch in heat. This misery vanished when two hands cupped into her cheeks. She looked down to see Gabriel's eyes, pupils colored with unblemished emerald.
"What's done is done, and I didn't see you do anything wrong. If the people you care for have a trace of humanity in their minds, they would think the same."
The man's confident words encouraged the saint to share his faith. Passion not of the flesh, but of affection kindled a fire in her womb. She shuddered as her insides tightened, experienced another orgasm that left her a bit numb in the mind.
"And you don't have to love me, just love what's coming next." Gabriel smirked and wiggled his hips to prod deeper portions of the vag. "I'll make sure you never forget about the night you slept with a real master."
Jeanne uttered small shrieks as she hopped. Part of this movement happened because her partner took the initiative with his own strength. His humps had stretched out the birth canal so much, the tip had already begun to massage the cervix.
"Ah, ah, Gabriel!"
Jeanne squealed as she came, squirted the hardest one she had since the hymen tear. Engulfed in heat and desire, the Ruler jumped faster like an actual cowgirl riding a hefty horse. She didn't care for her squeals or breasts that swung around like water balloons. She didn't even mind the numerous orgasms that created a flood of clear juices. Later, white discharge joined this leakage - not pre-cum, but a different substance created by the urethra (churned white water).
"I'm going to cum soon." Gabriel slammed his cock into the pussy. This rhythm never lost a beat, left the rider in constant euphoria. "It's going to go all inside you. I'm going to fill this oven to the brim!"
After several thrusts passed, the man stopped to leave his entire dick inside the meat pocket. Jeanne did the same, anchored her hips down. The inner mouth tightened around the fleshy polearm. For a moment, she lost all intelligence as the penis head kissed the womb - left a small bump in the stomach. Time stood still, created a sensation where an eternity had passed. The clock restarted after loud squirts echoed from her body. Gabriel unloaded a creampie that seeped into every crevice of her organs, especially the babymaker.
This insemination left the saint in a blank state. Some consciousness returned after her partner-turned lover kissed her lips with his large, velvet pair.
"Now that was good," Gabriel hummed. He sat up to embrace his blonde lover. This pull brought her head closer to his so the pair could makeout. Jeanne hugged his neck and breathed through her nose, actions guided by instinct. "And for your first time, you did wonderful. Shit, it feels like you wrang me dry this time."
"But you're still hard." The Ruler groaned as her mate's firm hands roamed across her tender skin. The digits dragged along her sweat as it passed her armpits, nipples, and the length of her bare back. "I still have not completed my oath."
Jeanne tried to get up, but the huge penis head caught in the lips of her pussy. She bit her lip and pulled until the tip popped out of the hole. Turned on by this accident, she occupied the bed on hands and knees. One raunchy idea had her wiggle her ass and slap a cheek. With a sultry voice, she moaned, "Please, take me in this position next."
Soon, the bed rocked. The black bull nailed the holy maiden's poontang again with feet on the floor. Her body hung over the bed as she was taken doggystyle. Jeanne emitted loud gasps. The heat of passion consumed her mind to the point she cared less about appearance and the noise that came out of mouth.
"Oh, oh, ooh!"
The stupefied Jeanne placed her face against the mattress. Like a beast, she howled after the thrusts violated her cervix and womb.
"Yes, yes, fuck me!"
Vulgar words escaped the saint's lips. There was no regret, only the need to say more. "Faster, faster, fuck me. Cum inside my dirty, harlot hole!"
Gabriel increased the pace of his breeding. His grunts and tackles slapped his flesh against hers to create claps that echoed all around the room. Jeanne did her part - pushed back - for the purpose of reaching that desired end.
One hand yanked on her ponytail. This forced her head to rise until her mate reached down for a kiss. She obliged by stretching out her tongue for a messy, sloppy kiss. During this slutty mouth-to-mouth, the man resumed his rhythmic thrusts at a slower, stronger pace. Jeanne squirmed and squealed with little shame, formed a smile as her lips pressed into Gabriel's.
Soon, the man meat quivered in her hole. This sign of a coming ejaculation excited the ruler to the point she retained a grin as her partner yanked on ponytail like it was a horse reign. His beard and small mustache tickled her cheek.
"Mmh, Jeanne."
"Gabriel." The Ruler whispered his name more times. She never stopped after semen flooded her insides. This release leaked out of their conjoined area to color the blood spot that had stained the bottom sheets, proof that she was now a virgin broken by a dark, strong man. This insemination also spread a warmth throughout Jeanne's body to the point she could no longer feel the strength provided by her status as a Servant.
After some time kissing and shivering, the saint collapsed on top of the bed. The top man followed; the force of his fall pushed the penis in again for a womb penetration. Such action led to a final orgasm for the exhausted blonde, who wailed from the raw sensation.
Relaxed, Jeanne whispered, "Oh lord, please give this man the mana to do more." She giggled after Gabriel placed his hands on top of hers. His penis still maintained shape inside her pussy. The saint became delighted when he moved again later, bred her into the later hours of the night. Such monstrous breeding turned her into a slut, who begged for all forms of his love - penis, kisses, even semen. This all-nighter rump marked the time she experienced a bond greater than she could ever reach with her Master.
"So we can do this anytime?"
Jeanne drew circles on her lover's dark skin. She was on top of him under covers, breasts mashed into his chest. Her legs also wrapped around his waist, an embrace that lasted since their awakening. "Whenever my Master doesn't call me, I will be here for you."
"That sounds nice," Gabriel sighed. He stroked the back of her cranium, wrapped hair strands around his digits "If you offer this to other people, don't keep me waiting too long."
"Actually, I think this arrangement is only possible between the two of us."
The Ruler couldn't look her lover in his eyes, couldn't when asked, "Why's that?"
"B-because, you're the only one I can handle so far." The embarrassed saint grazed nails down the man's side. "And I know this isn't required, but...I would prefer only you as my true lover. Is that considered too much of a hassle?"
Lips met the top of her skull for a large smooch. "I was thinking the same thing. Because if you did leave me waiting while taking care of others, I would have started asking the other Servants since normal women won't do for me anymore. Maybe Martha would be willing to handle this dragon in your stead."
Anger flashed through Jeanne's mind. She turned her head to show a stern face. "I-I'm positive I can meet all of your needs. So never think of anybody else, only me."
Gabriel leaned in for another kiss. The first one didn't calm Jeanne down, but the second did. By the third, all anger had dissipated - replaced by love and lust.
"I'm kidding. Never knew a savior would get jealous like that."
The Ruler ignored the taunt to focus on their joined lips. Great heat rushed through her system like last night, helped her regain the desired libido. A familiar sausage pressed against her leg, made her feel its throbbing veins and solid form.
"Gabriel, Master doesn't go on missions during this time."
"Which means today, they won't need me around the base." The dark man kissed down the saint's naked neck. The woman, in turn, made a grab for the great penis. "And I don't plan on getting out of bed. Do you?"
Jeanne shook her head before she slithered away. She pushed through enough of the covers to discover the dark meat in its erect glory. Soon, her tongue glazed spit all over the piece before she swallowed it all. After some head bobbing, the Ruler released the cock with a loud, "Plah."
"Master, do with me as you wish," she huffed. The Ruler slapped the sausage against her cheek before she gave it a long lick from balls to the tip. "I offer my body to you. Breed my tainted hole until my lord can only bless it with soil that can nurture your seed."
The saint gobbled and slobbered all over the piece before she rode it again in reverse cowgirl. Many times, she received all of his cum in and out of her body until every inch of the fair skin was painted in his essence. Unbeknownst to the pair, one strand of DNA did reach an egg inside her womb. As if a deity heard her prayer, this fertilization showed in her stomach many months later. Before that time, Jeanne wore out all of her holes with Gabriel, the man who became her dominant lover of Chaldeas.
A/N: Pretty much, religion mythology sort of at work here. An angel meets a human he deems fair to inseminate, apocryphal tales at work all over again.
And it looks like we're getting a sequel to this. Folks, hope you all look forward to the next chapter.