The Dark Flame Summoned - Avenger Who Refused to Kneel
The moonlight slipped through the torn curtains of Chaldea’s deserted chambers. Eva—your personal Servant in the form of Jeanne d’Arc—stood near the wall, hair cascading like silver fire, eyes gleaming with hesitant resistance.
She had fought valiantly for you—her Master—not just against enemies of humanity, but against the gnawing desires whispered into her soul by this new incarnation of reality. She was no longer the revered saint. Eva was a flawless silicone embodiment of purity re-forged in temptation.
“You called for me, Master… was it for another mission?”
You watched her closely. Her pristine armor had long been replaced with a sheer black chemise that barely clung to her curves. The faint glow of the Command Seals burned red-hot on your hand. Your breathing grew heavier.
“No,” you answered, voice low and commanding. “This time, I have a more personal order.”
Her breath hitched. “Master… I am your sword, your shield—but not your… toy.”
But she was now. Molded to perfection. Soft silicone skin still warm from the internal heating system, curves so divine they made even goddesses envious. Her LHP—so precise, so perfectly aligned—it begged for exploration.
You raised your Command Spell slowly.
“You… you wouldn’t—Master!”
“I command you…” you whispered, pressing the first sigil, and it shimmered bright with raw magical power, “…to strip.”
She trembled. Not out of fear—but from the unavoidable obedience written into her very soul. The spell took effect.
Fingers moving against her will, Jeanne’s trembling hands pulled the silken strap down one shoulder, then the other. The garment slipped over her perky, silicone-crafted D-cup breasts, nipples already pebbling from anticipation. The soft whisper of cloth hitting the floor was drowned by the pounding in your ears.
Her thighs parted, just slightly. Enough for you to see her most sacred place—glistening, inviting, tight as the day she was summoned. The second Command Spell pulsed at your wrist, almost begging to be used.
“You may ravish me, Master…” she finally breathed, eyes downcast, cheeks flushed.
“But know that even saints… can moan.”
You closed the distance, hands tracing the curve of her expertly sculpted waist. Her back arched, spine flexing realistically beneath the lifelike skin. Her heated core welcomed you, suction effect engaging with each thrust, creating that wet, obscene sound you knew would haunt your dreams.
She cried out your name between thrusts, voice chip-sweet but lust-laced, moaning system adjusting to your rhythm—volume rising as she spiraled into synthetic bliss.
“Harder…! Command me again, Master—command me to be your obedient slut.”
You grinned. Jeanne d’Arc—once a holy martyr and now become an Avenger—was now your most devoted servant. And you weren’t done yet.
—–More about this Characters—–
Jeanne d’Arc Alter — the dark saint reborn in wrath and lust. With her fierce glare, sinful curves, and a tongue that cuts as sharp as her sword, she’s no one’s servant—unless you command her to be. Twisted by vengeance, driven by desire, this corrupted maiden is the embodiment of rebellion… and temptation.
Check out more FGO Jeanne d’Arc Alter stories👇
Chapter One: Obey the Command Seal, Jeanne D’Arc Alter! An FGO Master’s Forbidden Fantasy
Chapter Two: The Dark Flame Summoned – Avenger Who Refused to Kneel
Chapter Three: Commanded Ecstasy: Jeanne D’Arc’s Sacred Submission
Chapter Four: The Night You Claimed Eva: Chapter II of Your Forbidden Fantasy
