Hotel Chaldea Ep. Jeanne (Archer)

There were some girls that had special... courses, you noticed as you looked over the catalog. Some of them catered to fairly specific fetishes, and you could find most things that came to mind. 

Each and every one of them was beautiful, some ethereal, inhuman beauties that you could never imagine, others shining examples of feminity and traditional charm, and there were even more besides, girls with bulging muscles, girls who leaned towards a wild, tomboyish look, and even some who had special notes.

"Boys?" you mused.

The Master said nothing, merely smiling.

"I..." you chose a girl, and then you chose the course you wanted. "This one. I want this one," you said.

"Oh?" she seemed curious. "Excellent choice," she said, giving you a smile that told you she would've said the same of any choice you made, but... strangely, it wasn't condescending. Rather, proud and confident. It was reassuring, in a way - she had that much pride and confidence in all of her girls, that it didn't matter which you chose, it would still be a good choice. "Please, follow me," she said, getting off the desk and waiting for you to tuck yourself back into your pants. "I will lead you to the room your course will take part in."

You nodded, and did as she instructed.

She walked before you, her hips swaying ever so slightly, her skirt fluttering this and that way. In a way, it was strange. She was... far more down to earth, more human, than any and all of the girls you'd seen in the catalog, but there was something about her that just grabbed you.

Still, in the end, you reached your destination, and she stood opposite you, gesturing towards the door. "Your girl awaits," she said. "Jeanne will see to your care now."

You nodded, swallowing. She placed a hand against the door, and it lit up, opening by sliding into the wall. "You will be registered by tomorrow morning," she said. "Until then, please ask Jeanne if you need anything."

"Thank, thank you," you said, "I will."

"Please do enjoy yourself," the master said and sent you in, closing the door behind you.

The scent of chlorinated water hit your nose, and you nodded to yourself as you realized that your course was exactly what you expected.

A very familiar pool greeted you. A recreation, you knew, of the famous AV pool seen commonly in Japanese adult video. That Pool, indeed.

"Welcome, customer," your companion for the night said. She was an absolutely stunning, gorgeously beautiful blonde, with a nice and lovely pair of DDs encased in a one piece racing swimsuit, which clung to her voluptuous, generously proportioned body, yet left her delectable looking meaty thighs open for your admiration...  This was the girl who went by the name of Jeanne d'Arc, named after the famous saint, presumably.

She wore a jacket as well, and there was a whistle hanging from her neck, almost buried between her beautiful breasts, and a pair of square rimmed glasses adorned her face. They were clearly just for looks, as their lenses didn't seem to have any sort of graduation to them. 

"uhm, uh, hi, I- ah-" you couldn't tear your eyes away from her body, and you couldn't really form the words you wanted to say. It was like a dream come true, something you'd only ever see in a porno.

She smiled. "I just wanted to be sure that you understood everything- you did pick the little brother doting sister course, yes?" she asked.

You gulped and nodded, and she gave you a big and happy looking smile.

"Excellent," she said. "Then this big sis will ensure her cute little brother will have the best night she can give him~!"

You nodded, that... was exactly the kind of big sis energy you expected. "I, ah, big sis, I'm-"

"But first, you should change!" she said. "I'm sure you're reeeeeally tight in those pants of yours," she said. "Big sis will help!"

You nodded. It almost felt like you were caught in a tornado, as you were manhandled by the girl, deceptively strong despite her thin arms. She was quick, and seemed experienced, as she easily helped you along the process of getting your clothes off, quickly folding them and setting them neatly in a pile in a safe place, on top of a pool chair that was sufficiently far away as to be difficult to splash.

Soon enough, you were left standing naked, holding your hands to cover your erection, as she came up to you with a pair of swimming trunks. A fairly small looking pair. It'd fit you, but...

She knelt before you and smiled as she looked up. "Raise your foot please~!" she said, and you did, first the right, then the left, to allow her to slip the trunks on, pulling them up. It was not quite a speedo, but it was definitely meant to minimize drag and be conductive to swimming, and it felt smooth and cold as she slipped it up your legs.

Finally, she reached your groin, and with a smile, looked up at you. "Don't worry, big sis won't be surprised," she said. "So could you remove your hands?"

Her voice was calm, but there was an edge of something exciting there, something that made you anticipate what was coming. Nodding, you slowly pulled your hands off, revealing your half chub, as she tucked into the trunks. They were very small, clinging to your skin and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. In fact, the veins of your penis were visible through the fabric, and it was clinging so tight that as your penis reached full hardness, it was... covered on all sides, as it stuck out. Like it was a liquid covering over your crotch, smoothly stretching around you.

It felt painted on.

"Oh dear," she said. "You can't swim like that!" she said. "What would everyone else at the pool think if they saw you like that?"

You looked down at her, as she looked up at you, her face right under your cock, covered in the black fabric of the trunks. "I- I'm sorry big sis," you said, looking aside in faux bashfulness. "But whenever I see you in your swimsuit, I can't help it!"

Her voice was hungry. "This big sis will then take responsibility for that! If my body tempts you like this, then it's only right that I help you deal with it!" Jeanne shouted, squaring her shoulders and sticking her chest out for you.

You felt your words fail you as the majestic pair rose to prominence, and you noticed that their peaks were now standing firm at attention, visibly poking through her swimsuit. You licked your lips and swallowed the thick knot forming at the back of your throat at the sight of her arousal.

Her hand, small, soft, delicate, yet firm and strong, reached for and slowly and carefully wrapped her digits around your shaft, looking somehow menacing covered by the shiny black fabric of your trunks. She began stroking you. "Does that feel good?" she asked.

It did, it absolutely did, it felt amazing even. The sensation of her hand, of her soft and smooth skin, through the thin and smooth trunks, was generation a mind numbing friction that sent tingles all over your body.

She giggled, as she reached behind her, where you could just barely see a lineup of bottles. She brought one of them forward, it was a clear fluid in a bottle with a nozzle at the tip, and had characters in a language you couldn't read written all over it. She poured the liquid, think and viscous, all over your clothed shaft, and the already shiny material took an almost glossy look.

She smiled, and began stroking you again, her hand smoothly gliding across your length, the feel of it traveling all the way from your root to the very tip of your penis in a single fluid motion, the pleasure of it quickly making your entire body stiffen, as everything faded away.

"It's our special lubricant," she said, "only the best for my cute little brother! It feels even better than before, right?" she asked, her stroking faster, firmer now, yet so delightfully considerate and amazing. It really did, her stroking felt better than anything you could imagine, no pocket pussy could come close to the heavenly feeling of this lewd saint's hand.

"Yeees, it feels good, big sis," you called. "Your hand is so soft, and the lube is making it all tingly!"

She gave you a smile as she brought her other hand forward and began giving you a two handed stroke handjob, going faster and faster with every stroke. "You want to know a secret?" she asked. "Just between siblings~!"

You moaned. "Y-Yes?"

"It's an aphrodisiac," she admitted. "It stimulates you aaaaall over," she added.

You moaned. Drugs? They had this kind of drug available? "It feels incredible!"

"But it's even more effective on direct contact with skin," she said, giving you a hungry look as she panted a little, her cheeks dusted pink and a little bit of drool escaping from the corner of her mouth. 

"B-Big sis?" you asked, blinking at the display.

She giggled. "It's most effective," she said, licking her lips, "when ingested directly!"

She leaned forward and her pink, full lips formed an almost perfect circle as she kissed the very tip of your penis, a short and chaste peck, that felt like a bolt of lightning had traveled from your dick to your brain and fried it in pleasure, followed by her just immediately and without preamble taking you to the base in an instant, and your brain melted into a sea of insensate lust.

Even through the strange cloth that covered your penis, there was no shadow of a doubt that you were deep in her throat, being massaged on all sides by the tightest, most active hole you'd ever invaded, so very wet and hot that you couldn't even make heads or tails of what was happening.

She pulled back until only the tip was in her mouth, and you could feel her tongue lashing at the tip of your penis, licking at it, before she went back down again and any attempt at trying to hold back crumbled as she began deepthroating, licking, sucking and stroking you, all in a single, rhytmic series of movements that left you absolutely no moment to catch a breath or break, to get used to any motion or technique, to brace yourself.

The holy sisterly blowjob that you were receiving was out of this world, and added further to it was the strangely erotic feel of doing it while both of you were wearing swimsuits.

She pulled back and returned to stroking, licking her lips and swallowing, "Mmhhm... you taste so good," she said, "my cute little brother's dick tastes so good... this naughty big sis might even get addicted!"

You trembled and your balls tingled, her words and her stroking working in tandem now. "Ahhh, Jeanne, Jeanne, I'm- I'm so close!"

She grinned. "Then let it go~ Cum for big sis! Go aheaad~"

You almost wanted to curl up, to fold in on yourself, but she didn't let you, once again orally assaulting your nether regions, but this time the limits were off, and she was sucking you with unprecedented force, you could feel her lips against the skin at the bse of your cock, almost as if the trunks weren't even there, and her tongue massaged the entire underside and even snook out to lick at your balls, captured in the swimsuit as they were.

It was too much, no man could ever withstand such an assault, and in the end, you couldn't be blamed for finally erupting, your milk exploding from the tip of your cock.

She continued stroking and sucking and blowing and servicing you with her mouth as thoroughly as she could as you came, extracting even more thick cum from your poor, overworked balls. 

Finally, your orgasm ended, and she pulled back, humming.

Only now did you remember, realize, that not a drop of thick and creamy dick milk had escaped the confines of the swimsuit. It acted like a particularly flexible condom, collecting your notable load in a slightly transparent 'bag', which hung from the tip of your penis. 

Very lewd, very erotic, very erotic art really. You actually found it quite interesting, poking at it. 

"That's a very nice load," she said, resting it on your hand. "But you're still hard~!"

You were. In fact... your cock throbbed. You were full of desire. How could-

The aphrodisiac!

She smiled. "Well, a big sister's job is never done!" she said, leaning forward again and taking you back into her mouth. This time, due to the size of the bag of semen, she could only take you halfway in, but it felt amazing just the same, as her hand stroked the rest of you, and she began giving you a faster, more frantic blowjob this time.

One of her hands crawled up your thigh behind you, almost as if in a sneak mission, before she suddenly grabbed onto and began squeezing your asscheek.

She pulled back. "Hm... We can work with this," she said, "you need a bit more exercise! You need to go swimming with big sis more often!"

Oh, you would. You absolutely would.

She then continued stroking you, with one hand on your dick, one on your ass, and her face buried in your crotch, nuzzling your balls and sniffing deeply. 

In fact, that would be how you would spend the rest of the night. At some point, it'd transitioned into one of the pool chairs, with you laying on your back, while Jeanne spent the rest of the night playing with your dick. 

She smiled at you as she laid on your legs, the now obscene, large and almost transparent bag of captured semen flopping about. She adjusted until your cock, still as erect as ever, found its way to the valley between her mountainous breasts, slipping in between her swimsuit clad tits.

She poured even more of the aphrodisiac lubricant in there, and the incredibly slippery contact between her swimsuit and yours became a slimy, wet experience that far overcame any ideas you'd ever had about lotion play.

Her tits were large and very well shaped, and they felt incredible as they massaged your shaft from every direction, squishing it in a pleasurable, marshmallowy heaven, that nevertheless remained slippery, allowing her to quickly stroke your shaft with her tits, and your cock almost glided between them. "How are big sis' tits? Do my breasts feel good? Do you feel good rubbing against my swimsuit covered chest!?"

"They feel amazing!" you cried. "It feels so good, so soft and slippery!"

She grinned at you. "That makes big sis really happy!" she cried. "Are you going to cum again? Cum for me?"

You groaned in response. "It's- I can't- I can't cum anymore!"

"Yes you can," she said. "Cum for me, cum for big sis," she said, her stroking harder and stronger, as she rubbed her swimsuit clad cunny against your lower leg and knee. "Let this naughty big sis watch her beloved little brother spew his tasty dick milk!"

Every word she spoke was like another bolt of electricity, flowing from your ear to your dick, as her voice became overwhelmed by need and desire, convincing you that there was nothing more in the world that she wanted than to see you cum from her breasts.

Such an impassioned plea, such humble begging, could only be answered with a positive. "I'm gonna cum! Big sis, I'm gonna cum from your tits!"

"Yes! Do it! Ejaculate your white pee all over my titties!"

"CUMMIIIIIIIING!"

Your vision went white and there were dark stars at the very edge, every sense was gone, and the entirety of your body was reduced to your throbbing dick and balls, as it seemed like your entire soul was being drained through your dick, flooding forwards like an unstoppable river.

You felt yourself thrust up, to try to get even more of that heavenly feeling between her tits, unconsciously and unwillingly chasing an even greater high of pleasure.

Your body lost all strength and you collapsed, fully on your back, panting for breath. Absent mindedly, you noticed that Jeanne was removing your trunks, pulling them off.

She smiled when you focused on her, holding your trunks in her hands, bringing them up to her face. She showed you the accumulated semen, which was probably more than you'd ever cum before, probably a month's worth of cum really, extracted in a single session.

"You really came a lot, big sis is super happy," she said, bringing the trunks up to her mouth and extending her tongue, scooping up the thick white stuff, bringing it to her mouth and moaning as she swirled it within, before swallowing. "It's lovely," she said. "So thick and full of energy," she mused. "Master was right..." she said with an almost dreamy sigh, before going back and getting another mouthful of semen, then another, finally popping the trunks directly into her mouth and sucking out the remainder. Your eye was attracted to the crotch of her outfit, which had gone a bit transparent as it got wet with her fluids.

Your cock tried to stir, but it couldn't, too drained.

She smiled, nevertheless. "Don't worry," she said, giving you a thumbs up. "You were more than satisfactory!" she said. "And we can work on your stamina and production rate! We still got all night!"

She stood up, put her hands on her hips, and looked down upon you, before bringing the whistle that hung from her neck to her mouth. She blew into it, and a goddamn DOLPHIN burst from the water behind her, landing on its tail and balancing on it, as she patted its head.

"Your course has only begun!" Jeanne said, as the dolphin bounced a ball on its head. Somehow.

You were almost afraid, but then she winked at you. You relaxed, and the rest of the night was spent being pampered by an overly affectionate pretend big sister, playing water volleyball with dolphins, a bizzarre but incredibly fun experience, and sleeping in the most comfortable bed you'd ever had the pleasure of using.

You were starting to think that perhaps... this was an even greater boon than you'd ever thought.

The question was... who would you go after next?

Once again...

You must choose... but choose wisely.