Sitting Here Sideways On A Cold Stone Floor - Jeanne reward story (Pixiv Fanbox)

There's a furious gleam in Jalter's eye and a snarl on her lips as she lowers her breasts down around your cock. "Like this, master?" she asks. There's an air of soft, fleeting joy on her voice, one coerced by demand and fire, something that she can't shake or ignore. She doesn't have a choice but to address you that way as she lowers down into the water, her breast starting to rub along your freshly washed cock. "Is this how you want me to serve you?"

"That's perfect," you groan, smile growing as you relax back in the bath, your fingers tangling through Jeanne's hair and pulling her in for a kiss. The original is busy scrubbing your arms and shoulders, washing you off with her hands and a soapy washcloth, and your aggressive kisses add to the commotion and wickedness of something joyful and direct. "You're both so well behaved." There's a wicked twist in your smile as you say it, as you take in the way their obedience has simply become the expectation, the immediate, the reality.

"We were summonsed to serve you." Jeanne doesn't wear her frustrations as blatantly as Jalter does, but you can tell she isn't too much more excited to be locked in this either. Jamming your tongue into her mouth and tending to these pleasures, you savour the wickedness and the heat of something absolutely shameless, the pleasure direct and forceful. "I only hope we can do a good job of serving you."

The incredible potency the command spell you have laid on them both is such that their voices aren't even fully their own, twisting through agreement and surrender, deferential to everything you ask and ready only to open up to your commands and serve you. There isn't any thought left, no restraint or thought that could prepare them for this shining through or granting them a reprieve. They are yours, and their minds may be their own, but they will obey your commands and respond with submissive respect to all of it. The perfect maid toys.

"My breasts are for you to get off from," Jalter agrees. It looks like it's killing her inside, a complete unraveling of every bit of restraint and focus that could have been keeping her in place. She's locked in something truly hopeless, and there is a twisted sort of joy in being able to hold this over her head, in turning this darkened maiden of vengeance and brutality into something so weak and powerless. There's such simplicity to all of this, an enduring pleasure and fascination that just sinks in right.

Jeanne continues to wash you with pure deference and obedience, embracing all of this wickedness and accepting her position. Her mouth meets yours with pure submission and she's a bit quieter and more composed about her revulsion, but it means nothing now. Both simply have to serve you, stripped of choice or thought or power, unable to produce anything but the madness of letting this conquer them. They're yours, locked down under the pressure and brutality of a pleasure as direct and senseless as can be. Her mouth accepts you, and the dizzy fascination is only making you ache for more, hunger pulsing through your body and dragging you into deeper fascination.

Up and down Jalter moves, her breasts sliding along your cock, and every motion she offers makes you twitch harder in her grasp, makes her touch feel all the more intoxicating to surrender yourself to. There's a sweet steadiness to how she's pushing this on, how she's opening up the pleasures that you keep pushing her toward, embracing the fire and hunger that drives you into madder acceptance and excitement. Her tits are so soft, so ready, and you don't want to hold back any seconds of thought or sense. It's all building up, feeling messier and fiercer, bringing you the intoxicating joy you crave most.

To so utterly suppress the wills of powerful servants is the fantasy of every master, and you have two potent servants now fully under your command, two sides of one famous woman, both reduced to being maid sluts for your enjoyment. Their eyes burn with hopeless bitterness, but that only makes it even sweeter; they're powerless to act on their impulses, powerless puppet whores for you to indulge in. You grope Jeanne's chest while her counterpart continues her service of your cock, and the growing spectacle is too much for you to handle with any sense of focus or reason. You're falling deeper, loving every second of making this madness go your way and twist through pure madness.

The girls are there for you to indulge in harder, the pleasure growing out of control. Jalter's breasts feel perfect, and you don't try to hold back the grind of your thrusts, pushing your way to deeper indulgence and a wicked twist of pure fascination. She's giving in to you, giving up completely and hopelessly, and you feel better and better about indulging in these pleasures.

"Swallow my cock, I'm gonna cum," you order. Jalter pulls away with her chest and leans back down, staring up with bitter fury at you the whole time, but she takes your cock down into her throat and accepts it, and as your cock erupts, it fires off its load right down her gullet. Nothing that's got her angry is strong enough to spare her from this insanity, from the crushing reality of what she has to do, and you happily savour the wickedness of pushing harder. Groaning in joy and writhing in the bath, you savour the satisfaction of a warm mouth to deposit your cum into, the satisfaction and relief it offers you, and you are absolutely overjoyed by what it grants.

But it's not enough. Your hand tightens in her hair, and you hold her down on your cock, plugging up her throat, before deciding your bath has come to an end. You yank her back without a word and rise from the tub. "Towel me off," you tell them, holding your arms out and inviting them in.

"Yes, master," they say, voices sounding perfectly identical in their overlap. Jeanne is the first one at you with a towel, while Jalter is stuck pulling herself out of the bath, still dripping wet while she grabs hold of a towel to begin drying you off, sure to make a bigger and more dramatic mess in the process, but that's all fine by you. You keep this up a moment, savouring the steady attention a moment longer, letting Jeanne and Jalter rub the towel along your body after they scrubbed it clean.

"You two are the perfect maids," you tell them, twisting around their thoughts and their focus, toying with them before you decide to pounce. You offer no warning for it, lunging onto Jeanne and driving her onto her back on the wet bathroom floor, yanking her legs up and jamming your cock down into her. No restraint, no hesitation. Just a mating press right there on the floor.

"Master!" Jeanne gasps, twisting through all this wild attention and trying her best to handle the ways you're throwing this all into disarray. There's simply no warning for it, no moment where any of this feels restrained or calm. No dignity, no sense. Just chaos. Her legs shake up in the air, pressing against your sides while you drill down into her. "Thank you for your cock, master. I'm privileged to feel you fucking me."

"You and your indecent body. You were made to be fucked." You heave over her, degrading her hwile your every slam down smacks against her noisily, provokes the kind of mad response meant to push her limits harder. There’s no reason to slow down this frustration, no point in resisting how you're out to get what you want. This is just excess, fever and wickedness and hunger all escalating without control to it, just the throb and calamity of something that she can't control.

Jalter kneels down by your side and watches it play out, continuing to dry you off with the towel while you fuck her other side. She doesn't say anything, smouldering in silent hatred and bitterness, and that's fine by you, because she's still rubbing you down with a towel. You've already won.

Every slam down deep into Jeanne's pussy is a show of mad excitement, a burring surrender chasing this all further and further away from sense. You can't slow down your mad procession, can't resist the joys that burn through you while you pound her stupid. Jeanne is giving up to you completely, obedient and ready, unquestioning in what she offers you. She's just letting it happen, and you take from her everything she can offer, the throbbing fire keeping you going in harder, pushing to make her unravel through this all, to fully unravel under the weight of feelings that absolutely will not be contained. You're out to get results now, out to wear her down and strip away everything left in her.

All the while, her pussy begs down around your cock, clenching and needy and unable to hold it together. You're in such mad control of the situation, so prepared to push her to a weird position that further feeds the dominance you express, ready to push her deeper, ready to force this into a state of pure chaos and frustration. There’s really nothing here that can hold you back now; the dominance you hold over Jeanne is overbearing, an intoxicating drug.

Especially with how she responds. As much as she may not want this, her face twists in guilty pleasure, lips trembling, eyes struggling to stay straight as you drill down harder into her. You didn't make them nay more inclined to react to pleasure; this is all Jeanne, all the burning temptation and frustration of something truly mad, a senseless warning that she can't heed properly, and your dominance only deepens with each mad stroke forward. Jeanne likes it, and she really doesn't know what to make of that, struggling harder through these feelings. You're fucking her to a point that clearly scares her, and that's what you want more of.

Your hasty thrusts keep coming on, keep drilling harder into her hole, and all the while, Jeanne squirms in frustration. Her legs struggle to not wrap around your waist, continuously drifting inward and almost begging for it, almost expressing the shaky, hopeless pleasure that comes on weirder and harsher, and you just will not hold yourself back from it, craving the sick, twisted joy of making this into what you want most. You're so close to cumming, and she's right there with you, barely holding on to her own dignity as her master ravages her.

Finally, it's too much to resist; your hips feel ready to go, and ready to come crashing down on her with vigorous, brutal chaos. You slam down hard, pinning her to the bathroom floor and letting out a deep, fierce groan while you pump her absolutely full of cum. There's no moment for her to think about this or deal with it; you just unload in her, and she shrieks her way through an orgasm of her own, a guilty flare of spectacle and ecstasy driving her into deeper shame and reinforcing who's really in control here on terms that make her ache with terror.

You aren't done yet. Not with either of them. You pull up from Jeanne and stand firm, commanding them simply, "On your knees. Both ends. Jalter, your tongue belongs up my ass."

"Yes, master." Again, perfect synchronicity. The illusion of willingness. You stare down at them, and more words come out.

"I'd love to clean your cock off after making it dirty with my filthy cunt," Jeanne says.

"Eating your ass is my favorite thing to do," Jalter adds.

Neither is true, but they fall into line and fall into position anyway, just like they have to, just like you've taught them to do. They're bound to obey, bound to be exactly what you want them to be and not a damn thing else. There's nothing left to refuse, nothing left that resembles fight. They're yours, fully.

Jeanne starts off slowly, licking along your shaft and tending to it, lapping up the taste of her own cunt. Her face wrinkles a little bit in dismay, but she doesn't stop it, running long licks all across your shaft. There's little focus to it; it's all sloppy and clumsy, showing off the mess of inexperience and fever behind her every motion, the desperation and dizziness coming on more dramatic and bold and sloppy by the second, and she absolutely will not slow down her uncontainable pressure. This is too much, and she seems totally incapable of handling it, of resisting the pleasures escalating through her.

Behind you, Jalter is anything but restrained. She spreads your cheeks open and buries your face in, starting to lick against your hole with relentless pressure. All like she's supposed to and all like she doesn't want to, which makes it all the more enticing to press back against her face and impose this mess upon her harder and tighter. You will not slow down now, having what you having and having both sides of the holy maiden on their knees to serve you orally, to praise you like royalty.

"Good girls," you groan, hands tightening in both women's hair, pulling them in tighter and urging the situation to escalate. your praise makes them shudder, but they can loathe you as much as they want to; they're the ones with their mouths there. Jeanne's licks against your cock hasten and her sloppy escalation leaves her slowly getting messier, inching toward just sucking your cock down completely, while Jalter is locked in a very static burst of utter madness, a single gear of pure surrender and ravenous submission to you. But static isn't a bad thing when her tongue is slithering against your ass hole and slurping at it with the most direct and senseless of ideas.

Opening her mouth and just taking it down entirely, Jeanne goes deep. She sucks you into her throat with that first go, a burst of chaos and fire expressing the pure panic and worry that washes immediately over her, and she has no hope against this now. You hold steady while she gags you down, throat spasming around you, and as her head begins its rocks back and forth, she's showing off something totally unhinged for you. Back and forth she bobs, from base to tip again and again, broad strokes running her lips along the whole of your cock and embracing the weirdness of complete surrender. This is your time, and you will not be held back from indulgence.

"Master, your cock tastes so good," Jeanne whines, voice muffled by the dick between her lips. One of her hands is totally limp at her side while the other holds onto your hip for stability, trying to keep steady in the face of all this and deal with the endless pressures that come with this. her body is moving so fart back and forth to handle it all, moving not from her neck along your cock but from the waist, jerking about to keep pushing on with this and try her best to handle all of it. She's not doing a great job given how much she's sputtering and struggling, but it's giving you more and more of what you want, which is just fine by you.

Jalter's sloppy make-out session with your ass remains firm, an enduring pleasure and satisfaction, her face rubbing in tight against you and the slopy chaos proving more and more overbearing with each push, each second of trying to handle you. You are out to make the most of this, out to ruin her, and you will not be contained now., Not when you crave the burning thrill and 'freedom' that comes from making her your bitch like this. Jalter is there to serve you, unable to do anything else, even as she squirms and thrashes and hates every second of this.

They can't stop, can't do anything but serve, and the pleasure builds up hotter inside of you, this two-pronged assault making your cock ache down Jeanne's throat, leaking pre-cum and warning of another erupting load. Every second of these deranged pleasures is feeding your ego and a wicked sense of need for more inside of you, something that begs for you to keep pushing them. The pleasure is unrelenting, something completely divorced from sense, and you refuse to hold it back now, refuse to make this anything but the maddest of passions, and you feel damn good in throwing yourself into the deep end and embracing it all.

"Okay, get in front of me," you tell Jalter, giving her hair a yank. She circles around as you pull your cock out of Jeanne’s throat and slap it down across both their faces. With their heads rolled back in firm acceptance, you happily fire your load off all over their faces, creaming them both with hot streaks of sticky, thick jizz. It paints their expressions, with Jeanne's shame and Jalter's revulsion making such beautiful canvases for your depravity. "Now, what do good maids say?"

"Thank you, master." So sweetly synchronized. One voice from two girls completely lost to their devotion to you. It's a perfect lie.

"If you both love serving me now, imagine how much fun it will be when I fuck you both until you break," you tell them, and you watch the ways their expressions change. Defiance from Jalter, who is certain she will never yield to your cock, but more sweetly, terror from Jeanne, who suddenly seems painfully aware that one day you might fuck her so hard she actually starts to like it.