In the dimly lit room, the air thickens with tension as the holy war for the grail unfolds. Seven mages, each commanding their formidable servants, stand ready for battle. The clash between the red and black factions looms over them like a stormy cloud.
Amidst the turmoil, a unique figure emerges, summoned to mediate the chaos – Jeanne d'Arc. She is known to most as 'Ruler.' Her presence is both a blessing and a curse, loved by some and despised by others. Whispers of conspiracies linger in the shadows, as the seven masters strategize to gain her trust and win her favor.
Fiore, a determined mage aligned with the red faction, carries a distinct ambition. She yearns to control Jeanne d'Arc, to make the girl her obedient servant in this grand conflict. The potential advantages of having her allegiance in the war are too tempting for her to ignore.
As the battle lines are drawn, the fate of Jeanne d'Arc hangs in the balance, a pawn in the intricate game of power and magic. As the mediator, she can either put the battle to an instant halt or she can add fuel to the fire.
However, Fiore is the one who must be dreaded as others seek Jeanne's fellowship, she wishes to be the mediator's master.
Fiore's mansion, bathed in the warm glow of chandeliers, becomes the setting for a clandestine meeting between her and the revered Ruler, Jeanne d'Arc. At the request of Darnic, the leader of the black faction, Fiore extends an invitation for tea, an attempt to navigate the turbulent waters of the alliance.
In the lavish drawing room, Fiore pours tea into delicate ceramic cups, the fragrant aroma filling the air. Jeanne, with an air of magnificent poise, gracefully accepts the cup offered by her host. The flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows on the beautifully designed walls as the conversation unfolds.
"Ruler, I appreciate your presence here," Fiore begins, her voice measured and diplomatic. "This war for the grail has darkened our world, and I believe that unity can be the beacon that lightens it again."
Jeanne, her expression serene yet guarded, listens attentively as Fiore continues. "Darnic, the leader of the black faction, has expressed a desire for cooperation. He sees the potential for harmony between our factions. Imagine the strength we could wield together, rise above the dispute that currently engulfs us."
Fiore leans forward, her eyes locking onto Jeanne's, seeking to convey sincerity. "I propose an alliance. Join us, Ruler, and together we can reshape the destiny of this war. Your influence could be the force that unites us against the looming darkness."
Jeanne, ever composed, raises an eyebrow in contemplation. "Fiore, the path of unity is indeed noble, but my allegiance lies with the ideals of justice and righteousness. I must carefully weigh the consequences of any alliance. Convincing me requires more than words; it demands a commitment to the principles that guide me." Apart from savoring Fiore's mesmerizing presence, Jeanne has her eyes set on something else as well, yet she has to remain in her authoritative character. Fiore's beauty is an unusual one, she wonders how many people may have been dying to be with her or maybe… to fuck her.
Fiore nods, acknowledging the gravity of Jeanne's stance. "I understand, Ruler. But consider the chaos that prevails when factions clash. An alliance between us could be the catalyst for a new era, where the grail's power is harnessed for the betterment of all. It is not just a plea for cooperation; it is an appeal to forge a legacy of peace."
Diplomatic talks have never been a tough nut to crack, but here in Fiore's celestial presence, Jeanne finds herself lost in her host's clear blue eyes. As they talk, Jeanne cannot help but notice the depth those astonishingly beautiful eyes possess.
Fiore changes her position, left leg over her right, and is leaning on her arm now. "So, I know I'm pushing a little too much but you must consider this once, we are thinking about peace here. Is there anything that comes prior?"
"Peace is vital, certainly." Jeanne has to focus. She has to act like a professional. Professionalism runs in her blood, so how can she be so intrigued by a lady's beauty so much that even giving answers seems to be the toughest task? "Peace is vital, yes." Fiore's breasts distract her the most. They are covered but the size can be guessed easily. An embarrassing thought crosses her mind. 'Are they more tempting when she's naked? How beautiful she may look when she takes a shower?' "Peace is vital…"
With a snap of fingers, Fiore pulls her guest back to the world. "Earth to, Ruler."
"Oh, Pardon." Embarrassed, Jeanne looks away. She has been acting like a pervert. 'Get your act right,' she tells herself.
"Don't worry about it," says Fiore.
Fiore's strangely soothing voice sounds heavenly, another factor of Jeanne's distraction. 'For business, I am here for business.' Everything about Fiore astonishes Ruler. From her jaw chiseled to perfection to her darkish hair flowing down in waves.
"Peace is above everything. There's no debate about it. However, my position as the Ruler and the mediator keeps my hand tied." As the two sapphire eyes stare at her, Jeanne begins to feel a little nervous and though she tries to deny it, she is a little aroused as well.
"I understand," says Fiore, nodding firmly. "It must be tiring for you, I assume. The weight of your responsibilities lies heavily on your shoulders." Fiore's voice, smooth like silk, can end all the wars in the world.
The more time Jeanne spends in Fiore's euphoric presence, listening to her heavenly voice, the wetter she feels between her thighs. Fiore explains it right enough, Jeanne's job is not a piece of cake, especially when she wants her face to be ridden violently by her host.
Parting her lips, Fiore looks at the lamp at a distance as if searching for the appropriate words. Her pupils contract but the blue orbs turn turquoise, surprising Jeanne. For once, Jeanne wonders if her own eyes were as magical as Fiore's.
The host looks back at Jeanne and smiles. "I wonder if that marks the end of our conversation. I respect and understand restrictions on you and I am extremely grateful for the valuable time you gave me. It's a deal of great honor for me."
Jeanne, gaping at her pulpy, pouty lips, nods clueless while she rubs her thighs together. All of her focus is on the brittle-looking, though astoundingly stunning woman sitting before her. Her lips are as hard to ignore as her boobs.
Noticing the slight movements of her thighs, Fiore titters. When she catches Jeanne blushing in embarrassment, she says, "I must admit, never have I ever come across a lady so ethereal yet rebellious looking as you."
"Rebellious?" No one has ever referred to Jeanne as that, at least not before her. "Is what you say true?"
A gentle smile appears on Fiore's lips again. "I mean it positively. That cloak of yours, the breastplate, the headgear… You seem like the one to slash enemies with no mercy." She pauses for a response but her guest gazes at her curiously. "It's the ethereal part that intrigues me, though."
The red hue refuses to leave the ruler's pale cheeks. "Wh-What about it?" Of course, she wants to hear what Fiore has to say, why wouldn't she? It is as though she craves some good compliments.
"In my most honest sense, I am practically in love with your blue eyes, Ruler. They are the best ones I have seen. When you look at me, they are just blue but when you shift them away, they turn a lighter shade of cyan. Your light golden blonde hair is so outwardly, my lady."
The ruler smiles nervously, the dampness between her thighs only grows as she hears the pious compliments. 'Sweet poison,' she thinks. "Is there more?" The words leave her lips before she can contemplate.
Fiore's eyebrows lift in surprise. "I'm so glad that my tricks work on you."
"What? T-Tricks?"
"Don't pay mind. I am only playing." The brunette winks.
Jeanne shifts uncomfortably in her seat. She puts the empty cup on the table and decides to listen attentively, assuming that she would be able to ignore the storm forming inside her.
The brunette clears her throat before resuming the trail of compliments. "Has anyone ever told the ruler about how euphonious she sounds?" After reading Jeanne's curious yet stern face, she goes on, "If I ever had a first love, that would be you. I can hear your voice all night long. Your presence alone is divine but there's one more thing that I have been longing to say to you."
Is that a confession? If it is, is Jeanne ready for it? The ruler, already levitating and wet as a fish, nods and asks her to carry on.
"You're broad in the beam, babe," says Fiore with a slutty wink.
Jeanne almost falls from her seat. "What?" She touches her arse and looks at Fiore in astonishment. "Are you being serious?" This is so unprofessional, yet Jeanne has no complaints.t, the blue-eyed brunette bursts out laughing. "Look at your face, Ruler." She laughs and guffaws until she chokes. "You look so cute and confused."
"Cute?" Jeanne doesn't know if she wants to kneel and get violated by Fiore or if wants her to finger her until she faints, but she wants to be touched. Even her laughter can make her cum. Just how beautiful can she be?
Fiore calms herself. Her cheeks are red from all the chuckles and laughs and she appears nothing lesser than an angel in the dimly lit room. "I apologize for all the jokes. I believe I have not offended you."
"Oh no no! You haven't." 'You have turned me on instead.' The heat between her legs is so great that if she opens her legs, Fiore may feel it too. All the admiration has sent her on the brink of breaking.
Fiore simpers. "Is there anything else that I may be able to do for you? I don't want you to leave my house in even the slightest disappointment."
Standing up and quickly grabbing Fiore's hand, Jeanne says, "Yes, there is something… you can do for me." Her eyes are demanding and she looks more vulnerable than ever. "Will you refuse?"
"I will not, Ruler."
The blonde, gazing hungrily at Fiore's luscious plump lips, blurts out, "Kiss me, good lady."
Taken aback by the odd request, Fiore's jaw hangs low. "Are you playing with me now?" She receives no answer, only a wet gulping sound as Jeanne swallows the knot forming in her throat. Fiore reads her face well, her guest is not fooling but serious with the request. Rising to her feet, she agrees to the demand. "If it pleases you, it shall be given to you."
Jeanne, without a care in the world, still gazes at Fiore's full lips.
The brunette, now a little cautious about not offending the woman, inches closer. Leaning towards Jeanne, she greets the lady's lips with her own. Before the act, there were no expectations yet she was surprised by the softness she felt.
In the seventh heaven, Jeanne savors the taste of the pouty lips; they hold a natural richness of sweet flesh. They go slow. Their lips caress each other's rhythm, matching the movements. Jeanne is certainly the luckiest person alive. Only if she could ask to be devoured, getting completely destroyed and abused.
Once gentle, Fiore now begins to grow aggressive as if she craves dominance. Placing both her palms on Jeanne's waist, she pulls her closer, closing all the gaps between them. The kiss never breaks.
Jeanne sucks on Fiore's lower lip while she feels two soft, gentle hands turning violent on her back. Under her cloak, the brunette takes a good feel of her back before her hands travel down to her ass. Fiore's big, firm breasts pressed hard against her own. Her heart beats in her ears.
Breaths mingling, Fiore attempts to explore the blonde's mouth with her tongue. As she doesn't find an opening, she pushes Jeanne back and pins her against the wall. Her forehead, wet with sweat, glistens in the light of her lamp.
When their lips meet again, Jeanne feels something moving up along her inner thighs. The feeling of Fiore's full lips has elevated her senses so much that she doesn't care about anything anymore. As the mysterious thing reaches her pussy, she realizes that it was Fiore's knee. As soon as she gasps, Fiore enters her mouth. While the delicious tongue explores her mouth, she finds pleasure in the way the knee was pressed up against her wet pussy. 'How can I avoid it anymore?' How can she? This is better than she had anticipated.
A gentle bite on her lower lip ignites all of her body. The brunette knows how to torment her prey. The knee retreats from her pussy before she pushes it back up, Jeanne fears the climax. She has already embarrassed herself and she has no intention of doing it again by cumming on Fiore's leg.
After a short while, Fiore breaks the kiss and stares deep into Jeanne's eyes. Her blue eyes seem to command her to cum.
Jeanne shakes her head but she can't contain it anymore. Clutching the fabric on Fiore's shoulders, she rests her head on the wall behind and as the knee presses back into her pussy, she squeals and gives up. Her pants are wet with her juices, and the shame is forgotten.
Satisfied with Jeanne's orgasm, Fiore lets go of her. Although her knee is wet, she cannot see the damp spot on her pants due to the black color.
Jeanne pants while keeping her eyes fixated on the dominant angel before her. "It was so good," she says in a whisper.
The blonde wipes her own lips with her fingers, cleaning all the saliva. "The pleasure is all mine. I'm honored to have been able to please the ruler." She turns away from Jeanne before facing again. "You should stay."
Puzzled, Jeanne squints at her.
"You should stay here for a few days. My room is all yours."
'Not a part of my plan, but what's the harm?' Jeanne agrees.
The garden is as ethereal as the brunette owning it. Some of the flowers are very rare while some are even unfamiliar. The blue ones are extremely beautiful but nothing beats the beauty of Fiore's eyes. There are trees, tall and small.
Fiore invites the ruler to join her on the veranda. They sit on the wooden sofa in the shade. The discussion flows as Jeanne asks about the unique flowers in the garden. She appreciates her for how amazingly she has maintained such a beautiful mansion and garden.
The business is due still and Fiore has to know if there is a hope of getting any help from Jeanne. "What are your thoughts on the future of the war, Ruler?" She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Is there any way where I may expect to get help from you?"
Jeanne chews the inside of her lip and stares at something in the distance as though thinking of a solution. "Forgive me, I really think I can't be of any help to you. I'm not in a position to be beneficial to you."
Fiore nods and looks at the sky. "It may rain. What do you think?"
Burdened with guilt, Jeanne stares down at her hands. She pays no attention to Fiore's question and says, "There's a way but you may never approve of it."
Suddenly interested, Fiore turns her gaze to the blonde. "There is? Tell me about it, my lady."
After noticing how excited Fiore is, Jeanne gives her the answer. "Being a master, you know that a servant must obey his master. So, if I become your… your servant, it becomes an obligation for me to agree to all your commands. That's the only way I can think of."
Fiore sinks back into her seat. "I already have a servant. How can I have more than one? Is what you say even possible, Ruler?"
"It is. There's no rule, no book that limits the number of servants a master can have. There have been examples of masters with multiple servants."
"If you become my servant, will you obey me without any questions?"
Jeanne nods. As Fiore thinks about the suggestion, Jeanne shifts closer to her; their shoulders touch. The blonde is aroused at the thought of being a servant to such an exotic lady. "Make me your girl, Fiore," Jeanne whispers, her eyes gazing keenly at her master's lips.
Fiore senses the girl's emotions and intentions. She gives in without any question. With a peck on her servant's lips, she stands up, pulling Jeanne up as well. "Look how blessed I am!" As she eliminates the gap between them, her hand crawls to the back of Jeanne's body.
The blonde grows impatient as the time slows. How Fiore presses her breast against Jeanne's makes her want to strip. 'Must be juicy,' she wonders.
"I treat my servants nice," says Fiore as her hands start to explore the ruler's body. She caresses her ass leisurely and tenderly, feeling all of her soft, pulpy flesh. After massaging her round ass, she gives it a quick squeeze and winks. "But I make sure that they are loyal to me."
"I am loyal to you," Jeanne answers quicker than light.
Followed by a grin is a kiss full of hunger. Fiore has been wanting to tell the ruler that her lips are as tender as rose petals but she feared that she might cross the line. Now, she may not. Breaking the kiss, she says, "I can eat your lips, they're so soft."
The pink hue is back on the servant lady's lips. Fiore's naturally swollen lips are softer, she is certain but she can no longer be bold before her. She savors the scrummy lips she is being offered. The only thing that bothers her is how can she be so turned on by a lady that she makes such an offer.
When Fiore's delicate hands reach her waist and slowly move up, she forgets about all the guilt and doubts. The tongue exploring her mouth violently makes her pussy leak a little. 'Not yet. Not so early, please.'
Fiore is aroused too, though she knows how to hide it well. Her hands work their way up to the blonde's breasts. As she massages them, she feels two peaks forming underneath the clothes which makes her wonder how exotic she may look without anything hiding her. Slimy sounds of their wet kiss echo in the garden. Both appear lost in the steamy environment.
The squeeze on her boobs makes her whimper, gaining a smirk amidst the kiss. To Jeanne, Fiore's soft hands are as heavenly as her lips. Squeeze after squeeze, she lets her master torment her body as it pleases her.
All of a sudden, Fiore stops. She spins Jeanne to face her back. Both of her hands rest on her waist as she kisses her neck gently. "You're my servant… my whore," she breathes against the blonde's milky skin. One of her hands ascends to her breast while the other slides down to check if she's wet. Wet for her.
Jeanne nearly melts under her touch. Those lush lips on her neck raise all the hair on her body. As Fiore's hand descends to her labia, she breathes sharply. The magical hand caresses the fabric protecting her pussy. 'She knows I'm wet. She does.' It is no longer humiliating, she belongs to Fiore.
Delaying it anymore turns off the mood, Fiore knows it well. She slides her hand inside Jeanne's pants, to feel her softness skin to skin. Her fingers slide between the blonde's labia, stroking her swollen clit amidst all the warm wetness. Her free hand plays with her boobs, squeezing them gently and then roughly.
As two cold fingers dip inside her warm, wet hole, Jeanne moans louder than she intends to. She turns her head to the side and they indulge in another gut-melting kiss. The fingers work their way in and out as their tongues intervene. Jeanne's moans and whimpers hitch.
The brunette speeds up and forces her fingers in. The torment in her pussy goes on while her lips and tongue remain busy. It doesn't take Jeanne long to reach the summit. Fiore, mercilessly, fingers her until the blonde's insides tighten around them and liquid gushes out of her, drenching her clothes.
Jeanne, resting her head back on Fiore's shoulder, knows that she has proven her loyalty and is ready to do anything her master asks of her.
In the quiet hush of the night, Fiore enters her room, expecting the usual calm ambiance. To her surprise, she is met with an enchanting sight – Jeanne, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, adorned in a vibrant pink nightdress that delicately showcases her silky complexion. Fiore cannot help but be captivated by Jeanne's beauty, finding herself admiring the ethereal aura that surrounds her.
At that moment, the realization strikes Fiore – a realization both startling and intriguing. Despite Jeanne's saintly nature, there she stands, ready to cast aside all obligations, prepared to submit to Fiore's desires. It leaves Fiore in a state of bewilderment, a mix of astonishment and wonder at the paradoxical beauty of this saintly figure choosing to yield, defying the expectations that duty might place upon her.
Admiring the celestial beauty before her, Fiore settles into an armchair. "To me," she commands her servant. As Jeanne approaches, she pays attention to all the small details, the gentle bounce of her almost big breasts, the sheer fabric kissing her pale thighs.
Jeanne straddles up her master's lap, gulping hard. The time has come at last when she serves the lady she has been desiring. No time is wasted, their lips collide and they begin touching each other like they never have.
Fiore brushes her fingers against Jeanne's lips and wraps the free hand around her waist. After pinching her lower lip, she pulls her closer and they begin kissing. Fiore knows that the blue-eyed blonde is in her control now. Her tongue enters Jeanne's mouth and reaches her throat. Sensing that her victim is running out of breath, she pulls away.
Fiore searches for Jeanne's tender, almost grown breasts inside the fabric. As her fingers brush against her nipples, the girl lets out a squeal. "You are losing your senses, pretty lady." Fiore's hand cups her breasts and gives them a gentle squeeze, gaining more sensual sounds and movements in response. She withdraws her hands and orders Jeanne to take the dress off, to which she obeys. "Such a good servant you are!" Fiore patted her naked boobs.
Jeanne reaches for Fiore's bowtie and opens it with a jerk. She humps on her thighs feeling more and more of her body. Fiore grabs her ass and pushes her forward, making her moan in response. Jeanne, aroused by all the touching, begins undoing Fiore's buttons one by one.
Turned on to the from where there's no turning back, Fiore grows restless and pushes Jeanne away. She strips on her way to bed and lies down flat on her back.
Awestruck, Jeanne ogles at her master's huge, jiggly teats. They look so full of life and inviting. Her skin, gleaming in the dimly lit room, tempts Jeanne. She wants to lick and bite her pointy nipples; she may get the opportunity if her master commands.
Fiore, spreading her legs wide, says, "Let's see how far my maid can go for me."
An invitation. It is an invitation. Jeanne climbs the bed and attacks the brunette's pussy. Surprisingly, the flesh and skin are as smooth as that of her lips. It feels like melting under her fingers. Her silky labia, her sweet-smelling clit, everything about her is so out worldly. Jeanne licks her pubis, making her squirm and moan. Knowing that her master likes it, she repeats it before sliding her tongue lower and tracing her skin.
Fiore loses her senses by the tenderness of her blonde maid's wet tongue. "Oh my… how are you so good?" She closes her eyes and gives in.
Jeanne, keeping Fiore's legs apart with her hands, smooches with her pussy. Licking the flesh, sucking the clit, she performs all the tricks she has ever known.
"Fuck… I love it so much… Ah, I love that wet tongue… you're a slut."
Being called a slut may have been humiliating to her but she is a servant and it doesn't bother her much, rather it feels good. She runs her tongue up and down tasting more and more of her sweetness. She feels a hand clasping her hair tightly and she knows what it means. Jeanne pushes her tongue inside her master's holy hole and explores her insides before playing with her clit.
"Mmm… YeahhhYeahhh…" Fiore's loud moans echo through the room.
Jeanne, with no intention of stopping, eats her until she explodes inside her mouth. She makes sure that no drop is wasted. Even her cum tastes sweet like candies. The blonde can drink it over and over if she has to. When will she ever hit such a jackpot, anyway?
Recovering from the orgasm, Fiore lies on the bed, breathing heavily. In an instant, she stands upright, a result of Jeanne pulling her off the bed. As if it were not enough, the servant girl, who was shy until a day ago, pins her against the wall. Jeanne begins kissing as if she were possessed by a demon. The way she presses her body against Fiore's, Fiore fears bursting like a balloon.
Extremely horny, Jeanne forces herself on the delicate woman. She feels the huge tits with her own breasts and reaches her throat with her own hungry tongue. The plan is not to devour the brittle lady but the servant seems to lose control. Her hands find Fiore's boobs and she squeezes them with all her strength while sucking on her tongue.
Fiore, not even getting a chance to react, waits for Jeanne to end the torture.
Breaking the kiss, Jeanne dips lower, leaving a wet trail from her chin to her breasts. She finds the hardened nipple and starts to flick it with her tongue before closing her lips around it. A whimpered moan leaves Fiore's throat. Hardly caring, Jeanne goes on. She bites the nipple hard before chewing on it. One of her hands plays with the other boob, trying to squash the flesh. Her free hand goes down to her master's firm ass and caresses the tender flesh.
Fiore's cacophony is evidence of her agony. She is taken aback by the rough treatment of her delicate body. "Stop!" she yells.
Jeanne doesn't stop. She bites the other nipple harshly.
"Stop it right now!"
Stopping, Jeanne travels back up to her lips. Her fingers, drawing patterns on the brunette's flushed skin, reach the sensitive part once again. Before entering the leaking hole, they play with the soft flesh of her lips. As they slide in, Jeanne feels the velvety insides of the divine woman. Her fingers slide in and out smoothly. Her thumb strokes the swollen clit in a circular motion.
Fiore's senses escalate and she lets it all happen. The fingers inside her pussy plunge swiftly and then lazily, perfect to her liking. She rolls her hips in response and closes her eyes. When Jeanne picks up the pace again, Fiore's boobs rock and she moans. A couple more pounds send her on the brink of euphoria. She squirms, squeals, and cums all over Jeanne's hand.
Jeanne pulls her drenched fingers out and gazes at them hungrily. She's about to lick them when she feels a push and falls on the bed, landing on her hands and knees. "Master?"
"You're a slut!" says Fiore before smacking her succulent ass.
Jeanne endures it.
SMACK! SMACK! "A bad slut!"
"I'm sorry, Master," says Jeanne, not realizing what she has done.
SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! "You better obey me! How dare you treat me like that?"
The pale flesh has turned red with the impact. Jeanne feels a stinging pain but she endures everything. "I'm sorry, Master."
"You whore! You dirty little whore!" SPANK! All of a sudden, Fiore stops the spanking and shoves two of her fingers inside the damp hole of heaven. Aggressively, she plunges in and out, attempting to reach deeper every time.
Savoring the feeling of her master's slender fingers, Jeanne moans loudly. When Fiore pushes her fingers inside, Jeanne shifts her hips back, matching the pace.
Fiore, as if determined to take revenge, plunges faster and faster. The deeper she goes, the softer the flesh feels. Jeanne's satisfying loud moans encourage her to go on.
"Mmm… Aaaaaaaahhhh… Masterrr!" Jeanne arches her back and explodes, throwing Fiore's fingers out along with her juices with a big splash. She falls face first on the bed, breathless.
Fiore smirks, satisfied with Jeanne's vulnerable state. "Did my bitch learn anything?" she asks.
Jeanne pants and refuses to answer.
Enraged, Fiore spanks her huge ass with the wet hand and asks again, making Jeanne scream and cry in pain. "Has my slut learned the lesson?"
In between her sobs, Jeanne says, "I… y… yes, Mas… Master."
"That's my good girl."
Exhausted by all the torments and punishments, Jeanne shuts her eyes almost falling asleep, but only moments later, she feels a weight on her abdomen. When she opens her eyes, the angelic master of hers greets her.
Fiore sits naked on her maid's tired body and reminds her that punishment is not over yet. "You do not have the slightest idea about how much you have offended me, Jeanne!"
'Did she just call me by my name?' It takes Jeanne by surprise. Her name in Fiore's voice sounds melodious. Sex may not have made her blush as much. She can take more. No punishment is big enough if she's being blessed with the presence of her gorgeous master.
Fiore brings her mouth close to Jeanne's pink nipples and eyes her face to see if the girl is watching. When confirmed, she sticks out her tongue and licks the hardened, pointy tip.
Jeanne expects her to take the nipple in her mouth and suck on it but all her master does is sharp and quick licks followed by a smirk. 'She surely knows how to make it hard for me.'
"Beg me," says Fiore.
"Please, Master!"
"Please what, Jeanne?"
"Suck my tits, Master. Please!"
"Look at me and say it."
Looking at her, Jeanne begs again. "Please bite my nipples, Master. Make them bleed."
A sniffled giggle. Fiore pinches her nipples before biting one of them.
Jeanne whispers a moan. The tongue mesmerizes her, satisfying her to the moon. The way it swirls around her nipple sends her to another world.
"Don't hold back," says Fiore.
Jeanne obeys. She lets her moans out loud.
Fiore moves to her other boob and squeezes it before taking the tip in her mouth. Fiore continues her assault, sucking and biting her nipples. Jeanne's body arches in pleasure as Fiore brings her close to an orgasm.
Jeanne shudders in pleasure. She has not orgasmed but it is nothing less than that.
Fiore, then stops and, shifts a little up. She grins as she notices Jeanne's confused blue eyes. "What a beauty!"
The pink hue cannot be seen because Jeanne's whole face has turned red. "M-master?"
Now sitting on Jeanne's boobs, Fiore breathes deeply. She rolls her hips, feeling her bitch's hard and wet nipples in her pussy. "I never knew, it was going to be this good."
The weight on her delicate boobs is not concerning but it is her pussy that has gotten wet again. Even Fiore's hole is warm and leaking again, raising Jeanne's expectations. As a servant, she is not free to ask or move, so she should wait.
Growing restless again, Fiore drops the teasing and staddles up to sit on her slut's pretty face. "You better behave," she warns. "Be a good slut and you shall have your prize soon."
"Yes, Master."
Rubbing her wet pussy all over Jeanne's face, Fiore feels a pleasure she has never felt before. "Your nose is so… lovely."
Jeanne swipes her nose up and down her pussy. She holds her thighs and sticks out her tongue, tasting the already abused pussy. It tastes as if someone has sprinkled salt on it, yet she loves the taste. As the fragile pussy leaks of the sweet juices, she drinks them all.
Fiore grunts. "Yes, do it like that. Mmmmmm. Taste it. Drink my cum, you little slut!" Rolling her hips, she wets Jeanne's whole face. She feels all of it and it only draws her closer to heaven. "Yeahhhhh… oof! Ahhh!" She moans in pleasure as Jeanne licks her clitoris. Jeanne's tongue moves in circular motions, sending Fiore over the edge. She screams in pleasure as Jeanne continues to lick her. To make it faster, she grabs a handful of Jeanne's blonde hair and smothers her with her pussy.
Jeanne finds it hard to breathe, yet she does not complain. 'This is my prize.'
Fiore humps harder and pushes herself closer and closer to climax. Her body trembles as Jeanne licks her until she can't take it anymore. With a loud moan, she comes and collapses on top of Jeanne.
Claiming her prize, Jeanne licks her pussy clean and drinks all of her divine cum.
"Mmm… I love my whore…" Fiore's words emerge in a whisper.