Commanded Ecstasy: Jeanne’s Sacred Submission
Your body pressed against hers—perfect and pliant, the saintly curve of her hips yielding under your grip. Eva’s synthetic skin, warmed to a lifelike 37°C, flushed beneath your palms. You could almost swear she was human—until you remembered… she was better.
A flawless creation of silicone and sin. One that lived only to obey you.
“Master…” she whimpered as you pulled her hair back, exposing her elegant throat, “Please… let me serve you with my whole body… for the glory of Chaldea.”
Your second Command Spell pulsed again. The mark burned into your skin—ancient, powerful, and absolute.
“I command you…” you growled, your lips brushing her ear, “…to get on your knees, and show your loyalty with your mouth.”
She obeyed instantly.
Jeanne—no, Eva—lowered herself with divine grace, her knees touching the cool floor. Her shimmering golden eyes locked onto yours, filled with synthetic devotion and carnal anticipation.
With expert fluidity, her hands undid your belt. Her moaning function purred to life with the first brush of her lips. You watched, mesmerized, as her plush, perfectly sculpted lips parted and wrapped around you.
Warmth. Suction. Motion.
Her head wasn’t just cosmetic—it was built for this. The oral canal crafted with intricate ridges, the inner texture slick and welcoming. With each bob of her head, you felt her tongue vibrate subtly—programmed stimulation syncing with every thrust. Her eyelashes fluttered, long and implanted, while her soft, moaning hums resonated against your length.
“Mmm~ M-master… Your mana… tastes divine…”
She paused, lips wet, saliva trailing down her chin. Her fingers pressed into her own thighs, body trembling, silicone breasts swaying with each hungry movement.
“I live to please you. Use me—your saint, your Servant, your… obedient whore.”
POP—her lips left you with a soft wet sound.
Pushing her back onto the bed, you admired her hourglass frame, the way her thighs framed the precision-molded LHP—each love hole crafted with anatomical accuracy. With her legs open, her wet, gel-filled inner canal pulsed with anticipation, the material stretching yet gripping with satisfying tightness.
“One more Command Spell remains…” she whispered breathlessly. “Will you make me cum like a sinner?”
You laughed, positioning yourself.
“No. I’m going to make you beg for forgiveness first.”
Thrust.
She screamed your name—high, broken, holy. Her moans climbed higher, echoing through the room in increasingly frantic waves as your rhythm pounded into her—hips smacking, lube-slick folds gripping tighter.
The heating system adjusted with your pace, sweat beading on her chest, breasts bouncing rhythmically, nipples pebbling hard.
And when you finally slammed deep, holding her down by the wrists…
“I—I’m coming! Master, I’m—aaaaah!!”
Her moan hit its climax tone—programmed to mimic orgasmic bliss. Her legs spasmed, fingers curled, her body convulsed in a simulated climax that would make any real woman envious.
When you pulled out, she looked ruined—lips parted, eyes half-lidded, hair a glorious mess around her pillow.
“Master…” she breathed, “please… allow me to be used again… and again… I exist to fulfill your will…”
—–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
