WISH OF THE UNHOLY MAIDEN

Caster was moving as fast as possible. It was a good day. It was a great day, and his mood reflected it. He was incredibly happy. How could he not be? The Grail had granted him his wish. His beloved Jeanne d'Arc had been summoned, and, like him, wanted to commit the greatest atrocities against the name of the cruel God that had allowed her burning at the stake. He was once again at her side, following her commands, that were now as foul and blasphemous as they once were holy and righteous.

Jeanne wanted to summon new allies. New powerful Servants that could carry on her will. But Gilles de Rais, her always loyal Caster, had recommended to act in a slightly different manner. Most Servants were nothing but honorable heroes. Most Heroic Spirits would be against their blasphemies, even if they belonged to other countries and believed in different gods. The mere act of summoning pagans could be seen as blasphemous, but Gilles believed, and Jeanne agreed, that they wanted loyal warriors.

And so, Caster suggested summoning fake versions of Heroic Spirits. It fixed both of their problems. Creating fakes was a direct insult against the memory of the original, and ensured they could control all their actions. It was, no doubt, the best way to create their retinue.

And so, Jeanne handled the summoning. Just as the Holy Maiden once inspired armies and gave them a purpose, so did the Unholy Maiden now. Even if little more than mindless puppets, the Fake Servants needed objectives and control. It was then his task to make sure the Fake Servant had understood and was capable of carrying on its task. Sometimes, the summoning was flawed and needed a re-do.

Gilles was returning now, having already instructed the Saber class Servant. As far as he knew, Jeanne had summoned two Archer class Servants, a Persian one and an Indian one. The Hindu Heroic Spirits tended to be greatly powerful, so Gilles had agreed with Jeanne's choice, but she seemed to have targeted a particular kind of Servant, not necessarily based on their strength, but their looks. Jeanne had argued that the pure Jeanne d'Arc of old would've never paid attention to that, so the new one should do it to spite God. A weird train of thought, but Gilles had never doubted her judgment and he wasn't going to start now.

It wasn't the only thing Jeanne was doing specifically to go against her image of the holy maiden. Part of her summoning involved a sexual component. She was having her way with the Fake Servants, for her purity was a symbol of her connection to God, and the best way to tarnish it was by letting those shadows of former heroes inside her.

Gilles understood that, but still bothered him somewhat. It might have been how close he was to her, or the remains of his former values, which should've been destroyed long ago. He should welcome such blatant insult to God's view. A woman laying with multiple men with no relationship to any of them should bring him joy, but the joy had equal parts of discomfort.

He finally arrived to Jeanne's room. Just as he expected. His beautiful and impure Jeanne was on all fours. She hadn't taken off her armor or her clothes, but was nevertheless engaged in her luscious activity with the dark-skinned Archer. He was on his knees behind her, with a hand on her hip and the other one on her hair. He was humping at her with an almost automaton-like consistency. His face showed no expression, but Jeanne was panting, sweating, and squirming. Then she noticed him and got flustered, but neither her or Archer topped.

"Gilles! You're early!"

"Yes, Jeanne. Saber was more efficient than I expected so I could return by your side earlier. But you seem to be busy, I could return later once Archer is ready"

"No, no, Gilles. You can stay here. It' even more blasphemous this way, if you observe. It's why I have Arash over there"

Jeanne smiled at him, and Gilles could only smile back. He noticed the other Archer, standing on the side. He was completely naked, with a noticeable hard on. Before Gilles arrived, Jeanne seemed to have been looking at him. It was a weird situation. One Archer and Jeanne violently copulating in the center, another Archer patiently waiting for his turn on a corner, and Gilles on the door.

Jeanne was moaning loudly as Archer's hands grabbed tightly on her chest, that was covered only by cloth and not armor. She squirmed and licked her lips, clearly lost in her ecstasy, as if she had forgotten about Gilles' presence already. Gilles walked in and merely continued to observe such obscenity.

Archer ran one of his hands down Jeanne's thighs until he got to her sex. Jeanne panted and pressed her face against the floor, which caused Archer to get more upright and slapped her rear, before pumping her harder and faster. Jeanne's moans and the wet sound of the humping covered the room. Even if any one of the four people present tried to talk, it'd probably have been impossible to listen.

It was an awkwardly long time, but eventually, Archer stopped and pushed Jeanne away. His hard, wet manhood stood triumphant at having defiled the already unholy maiden. Jeanne's movements were quick and instinctive, getting on her knees and holding his member as if she truly cherished it. Both of her hands jerked it quickly while her mouth kissed it all over. Her hands ended up on his hips, while her mouth began sucking on his testicles.

Jeanne's eyes were filled with pure lust. It was hard to believe it was the same eyes whose holiness once inspired an entire country. Truly, Jeanne had become even more wicked than Bluebeard himself, which made him strangely proud. Jeanne took the erection of Archer and wrapped her lip around it, sucking it with energy, before her hands went to her own sex to pleasure herself. Archer, meanwhile, grabbed her head and began pounding just as he did before.

The sound of Jeanne's moan remained, but was now constantly interrupted with her gagging, as a result of the shaft that went in and out of her throat. Her drool was flowing out of her mouth, and more than one tear appeared on her eyes. Whether it be for the effort or the pleasure, Gilles didn't know. Maybe it was a mix of both.

Archer's pounding slowed down slightly, and his breathing became louder and faster. Jeanne' hands instantly went to his shaft again, and jerked him as she got it out of her mouth. Archer grunted, and immediately afterwards, his seed was shot as if from a cannon and covered Jeanne's beautiful face. So much of it came out, a lot of it ended up on her still-covered chest and all over her visage.

Archer began walking backwards, but he only stepped once before Jeanne kept him in place by strengthening her hold on his member and squeezing a bit more. She was kissing his tip and sucked loudly, ensuring not a single drop of his went to waste. Only when she was done sucking, Archer was allowed to move back to the opposite corner the other Archer and Gilles were in, while Jeanne herself stood up and regained her composure.

Caster walked towards the dark-skinned Archer, to get him dressed up and give him instructions, but Jeanne stopped him, looking at him with a very serious expression, all of a sudden.

"What did you think, Gilles?"

"Truly obscene, Jeanne. I am sure God wept when looking at his favored maiden willingly debasing herself"

Jeanne laughed a bit. A bit overdone, as if she was trying to have her cackle sound more evil than it was. She still looked beautiful, as she always had been. Even if her face was still covered in Archer's seed, it was still obvious. Gilles almost felt blushing when both of her hands went to his face, but suddenly, a burning pain overtook his senses as Jeanne violently poked his bulging eyes. He screamed in pain for a few seconds, when he felt Jeanne's arms around his body, and one of her legs caressing him. When he could open his eyes again, her face was very close to his. Perhaps because it was still a mess and as such an offense to God he found her even prettier.

"You know, Gilles… when you don't have such a fish-face… you are actually quite handsome. Are you still sure you don't want to…?"

"Yes, Jeanne"

He had to push her away a bit, prompting a disappointed look in her face. It was not the first time she suggested such a thing. He was, after all, the first person to be with her since her rebirth. Jeanne believed that it'd be the perfect sacrilege, but Gilles could not do it. Jeanne, for him, would always be too perfect to ever desire her in a carnal way. His dedication to her was absolute, and if she ordered him to, he would comply, but his devotion meant that he wasn't able to interact with her in that manner.

"Shame. I am sure you're even freakier than you look, which is a lot. But no, don't take Arjuna away yet, please. Arash, come here, your orders are to improve what he did"

Jeanne merely moved her skirt slightly to the side, showing her luscious leg, and the other Archer dutifully walked forward until he was right behind her. Without crossing a single word, he grabbed his manhood and penetrated her still standing. Jeanne cursed and bit her lip, her hands taking his and placing them on her hips. Archer began ramming her just as the previous one had done. Jeanne licked her lips, licking some of the leftover seed that was still on her face. Gilles was still standing perfectly still in front of her even as she had trouble to remain that way.

"Oh, Jeanne. Truly this is perverse. Perverse! Such perversion of God's original intention for you. Such impurity. A celebration of the pleasures of the flesh and a damnation of the spirit. But why care about the holiness of the spirit when God, if he even exists, is nothing more than a perverse spectator himself!"

His voice had gotten much louder without him even noticing. Yes, the more Jeanne enjoyed herself with her man-toys, the more he realized. Yes, Gilles felt something that could be a mixture of shame, jealousy, excitement, pride, and pleasure. Jeanne and him were enjoying themselves in acting out against his wishes, in mocking his wishes, and it was all he wanted.

Archer stopped in such a sudden way it could only be because Jeanne had commanded him to. She quickly turned around and hopped, with Archer grabbing her by the back to keep her up. He penetrated her again and continued, without saying a word. Jeanne locked her legs on his back and moaned, and laughed.

"He's got nice arms, doesn't he?", she said, as she caressed them. Gilles nodded and smiled. "Bring me that stupid flag, can you, Gilles?"

"Naturally"

Gilles walked slowly to one of the corners of the room, in which Jeanne's banner was located. He took it and got close to her again, and based on her instructions, he wiped Arjuna's seed completely off her face with the banner, all without her or Archer slowing down. In fact, going faster.

"Oh, such insult to the banner. Your symbol. Your status as the Maid of Orleans, represented in a single item, now reduced to this. Incredible. Your perversion still surprises me, Jeanne"

He bowed to her in an almost exaggerated, but sincere manner, while tossing aside the banner. Jeanne was completely wrapped around Archer, with her legs on his hips and her arms on his chest, while Archer only had his hands on her buttocks to pound at the perfect rhythm. Gilles smiled, and then instructed the other Archer, Arjuna, to get dressed. Even if he couldn't give him instructions now, he would once Jeanne was done, and Gilles wanted him to already be presentable.

Jeanne moaned louder and her whole body shook, with Archer having trouble to keep her in place. Surely, she had reached climax, but Gilles had no way of knowing for sure as Jeanne's skirt prevented him from seeing anything. He wasn't even seeing the penetration, but the noise and Jeanne's reactions confirmed it was taking place.

Archer lowered Jeanne and placed her on the floor. She twitched a bit, but her lustful smile had gone nowhere, so Gilles knew it wasn't over. Archer got on his knees and took Jeanne by her ankles, placing them on his shoulders. Then he lowered himself, as if he tried to put Jeanne on a mating press, but Jeanne complained and Archer stopped himself. He immediately tried again, and stopped all the same. Jeanne was notoriously angry, cursing, and seemingly embarrassed. Gilles merely chuckled.

"It appears you are not flexible enough for that, Jeanne. You will have to find new ways of defiling your sanctity"

Jeanne cursed and Archer stopped trying altogether. She spread her leg more and embraced him, once again, at the hips. He got on top of her and, with his hands on her wrists, he pinned her against the floor and pounded harder. Jeanne seemed more pissed than joyful.

"Practice makes perfect. No problem. I intend to summon more Servants anyways. One of them will be a woman, even"

"A woman?"

"Yes"

"Surely you don't intend to replicate that act with a woman"

"We'll see, Gilles"

Caster looked at her, confused. While laying with a woman was indeed a possibility, surely a woman would be unable to penetrate Jeanne in that way. Although it depended on the woman, perhaps… Maybe Jeanne would once again surprise him with her peerless degeneracy.

It wasn't long before Jeanne had gone back to her senses and was enjoying Archer's violent humping, rather than mad at her own lack of flexibility. He was constant, never slowing down, and while Jeanne was immobilized, her legs were very clearly doing their best on hugging him tightly. For a brief, weird moment, Archer let go of Jeanne's wrists, which she used to caress his face and got close to kissing him in the lips. But then, almost as if she changed her mind when seeing Caster's constant gaze, stopped her own mouth and used her hands to grab his buttocks and help Archer with the humping.

Jeanne had another obvious orgasm when her legs kicked and flailed arounds and her eyes momentarily went blank, not that any of it stopped Archer. Only when she regained her sense, Archer changed his position, getting on top of Jeanne, straddling her, and placing his erection in her chest.

Jeanne was still clothed, but her breasts were plump enough for them to notably stand out even as she was laying on her back, and Archer grabbed them and used them to masturbate, jerking off with them through her clothing. She was smiling, smugly. Gilles knew Jeanne was very proud of her chest. And that was perhaps why, of all the sexual activities Gilles had witnessed, that was the most intense Archer ever got.

When he finally stopped and stood out, Jeanne remained under him, kissing his manhood and sniffling it, giving it a few sensual suckles. Then, Jeanne pushed Archer on his back, so that he was the one laying on the floor, and she was on top of him. She lusciously licked her lips, and began sucking Archer's muscular body, beginning on his chest, and paying special attention to his stomach.

By the time she descended to his dick, her mouth was almost overflowing with drool, which she spat on his genitals. She was on her knees, jerking him very fast, with her breathing and her eyes showing her excitement. She had her gloves on, so she was probably not feeling much, but she seemed to love the sight of the muscular body of Archer reaction to the pumping traction of his sex. When she built it up enough, she straddled him and penetrated herself with his dick.

Jeanne moaned loudly, and all she could do with her hands was clumsily place them on his chest, as Archer strongly grabbed her ass and began pounding again. Even if it was Jeanne who was on top, her riding was awkward, and it was Archer who clearly took the leading hand. Or would, if it wasn't Jeanne who wanted him to be that rough and violent.

Jeanne was panting and sweating heavily, as if she wasn't capable of keeping up with her puppet, even if she was the one controlling him. It almost looked like Jeanne was going to pass out for a few moments, and not of pleasure like before.

"Jeanne, perhaps you should consider taking off all that armor and clothing? It clearly is exhausting you more than it should"

"No, Gilles. I am fine. I am totally fine. What kind of woman do you think I am if I can't handle just some activity with my armor?"

Maybe if she was only wearing clothes she'd be fine, but all the metal pieces, especially the armor on her stomach, was definitely taking a toll on her. She had been moving around a lot, after all. Two Archers in a row, with two Sabers before them… Even for a woman as incredible as Jeanne, it was clear she was getting tired.

But she was also a prideful woman, all the contrary of her previous self, that was incredibly humble. Gilles knew Jeanne wouldn't admit defeat, much less from the same fake Servants she controlled. No, the sex didn't slow down, and in fact, Jeanne tried to respond to Archer's intensity with a rougher riding of her own.

The noise, the smell, it all got more and more intense until Jeanne came again, her legs once again losing control. Archer held her on his arms as the two stopped altogether, but her legs were shaking still. Jeanne had an enormous grin, and Archer was kissing her neck, which actually caused her to purr.

When Archer stood up, Jeanne fell to the floor, unable to move, but Archer picked her up by the hair until she was on her knees and started to pleasure himself with her mouth. Much slower than anything else he had done. He stopped only when Jeanne started sucking him on her own.

She started merely by sucking back and forth not even going halfway through his length. She was at it for a long time. But, as her energy built back up, so did her speed. Her hands had gone from merely resting to her sides to grabbing his thighs to position herself better. Her head went from barely even moving to violently assaulting Archer. Her nails dug deep on his legs once she swallowed him whole.

Both of Archer's hands went to the back of her head, and kept her deep down. Their bodies barely moved, other than slight twitches, but Archer grunted as he unloaded down Jeanne's throat. Gilles only had a slight idea of what was going on based on the gulping down he clearly heard and the involuntary movements of the fake Servant. It was only when Archer's hands left the back of Jeanne's head that he knew it was over, as Jeanne pushed her head back, with only a very slight spit string keeping her mouth and his manhood together.

Jeanne stood up as Archer walked to his original corner. She seemed tired, and far, far more embarrassed than she had been up to that point. She looked at Gilles.

"These two will do their jobs nicely, Gilles"

"I am sure. You definitely were thorough with your examination"

She smiled at him. Her grin could've been interpreted as both childish, and malicious. It probably was both.

"Next one is gonna be a Lancer"

Gilles smiled and bowed, for he was naturally always going to follow her wishes. Arash and Arjuna were both ready to serve. Caster was happy. Extremely happy. Finally, both him and his perfect maiden were reunited, and their reunion was as sacrilegious as he had dreamed of. This was just the beginning of their wickedness.