*Hefty Story Preview of..* A Chaldean Hero-FSN/FGO-Chapter Four(I Think)- Jeanne D'Arc Alter x Shirou Emiya, Morgan, Mordred, Saber Artoria For GuGkst

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**Chapter Four- A French Witch of Fire’s Conquered In Heart, A British Witch of Camelot Age Domesticated Forthwith (Working Title- Morgan Le Fay, Jeanne D’Arc Alter) (Jeanne D’Arc Alter, Morgan Le Fay, Artoria Pendragon Saber, Mordred)

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Within The First Singularity- Septem (

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An Alternate version of the famed ‘Maiden of France’ known otherwise as Jeanne D’Arc Alter staggered out of the damaged ruins of her castle where she had last fought the ‘invaders’ from Proper Human History known simply as Chaldea who had only a single human Mage who didn’t seem all that impressive until he bested her with his Summoned Servants. In another life, Jeanne D’Arc Alter would’ve considered it an honor to fight the legendary King of Britain Artoria Pendragon and her wicked Witch of a sister Morgan Le Fay who was known to make the life of the former Hell back in the early days of Camelot. But instead, in this alternative version of French history, Jeanne D’Arc Alter had been summoned and/or created by the Wish of the Holy Grail to change certain events so that her people would come out on top and her country would become an even stronger force than in Proper Human History had it not been for the strength of that one male Mage who she couldn’t get out of her head. She was a tall, beautiful, pale-skinned woman with silver hair and eyes full of blazing ferocity and hatred, but she had a perfect body. She had curves underneath her cumbersome battle dress outfit which was laden with nothing but dark clothing and armor with only her face being visible apart from the headdress adorning her forehead. Her hair was somewhat short and wily by default and her breasts were exquisite, supple gems of soft flesh hidden underneath the armored segments of her battle dress. She was secretly proud of them as well as the rest of her body which was unfairly hidden by her clothing, yet Jeanne D’Arc Alter wanted nothing more than to crush her enemies and she had to wear it to be able to do that at all. Even for a Servant like her.

She staggered out of the ruins and rubble of the Castle, seething venomously as she clutched her spear readily in one hand while searching for her foes who she could hear a few yards away behind a demolished rampart somewhere out in front of the Courtyard.

“You…! You wretched invaders will suffer..! I will…I will…get my revenge…! Guh…!” Jeanne D’Arc Alter said to herself as she clutched her chest, and calmed her nerves before casting a healing spell upon herself that her Master Gilles De Rile had taught her. He was possibly somewhere else among the ruins of the Castle trying to gather all their remaining forces who weren’t Jeanne’s dragons which had unexpectedly turned on her. ‘To think that witch and that King…could be able to turn my precious pets against me at all..! They tore apart everything and blasted me, me of all people, with fire before going on to decimate the rest of our forces..! This can not stand..! I must finish them off, they have to be weakened by now..! I know it..!’

She thought this to herself while hearing the noises of intense battle happening outside of her Castle gates with her French forces staving off the assault by the opposing army that Chaldea, the group in which her hated enemies came, had led to her Castle. Jeanne walked past a mirror and looked at herself, seeing that she was no worse for wear now that she was all healed up yet she couldn’t ignore the phantom appearance of her ‘true’ self looking back at her in a brief moment. Her ‘True’ unaltered self was a blonde, light-skinned, woman of purity and beauty whose smile was radiant. She was beaming with positivity and hope, all the things Jeanne D’Arc Alter had come to hate as she was an origin of rage and despair. She wanted to crack the mirror apart before heading out to the source of the voices she heard beyond the ramparts, but she wanted to keep the element of surprise going as she made it there with a great leap of strength and found herself looking into the opened space of foyer where her foes were arguing with each other like children.

There were four of them in total with the most petite one, being a red-clad swordswoman with a fiery temperament and juvenile personality that often acted as a mediator between the other two. One was Artoria Pendragon herself, the Saber variant who possessed great strength and fought with absolute valor while the other was her sister from an alternate timeline who was summoned as a Servant. Morgan Le Fay. She had pale skin similar to Jeanne’s yet held a pristine Aura of chilling radiance and malice with how cold those teal-colored eyes of her appeared to be. She had long silvery hair that was more colorful and elegant than Jeanne’s and it was tied back in a looming ponytail with a few long bangs dripping down both sides of her face. Her sister was a blonde young woman with resolve seen on her face and a soldier’s mindset, yet she was no less beautiful than her vile counterpoint.

How odd it was to see them bickering like siblings in front of Jeanne D’Arc right now.

“I’m telling you, sister, that it was my plan which brought us victory! You would've been charging foolishly into her direct line of fire had it not been for me..! Bow your head in graceful defeat and accept that I was the victor in this battle, not you. I think our Master Emiya would think so as well.” Morgan Le Fay presses in a chilling yet cold and seductive voice filled with rage at her blonde rival Artoria. Even though they shared romantic entanglement with Shirou, who was currently standing idly by looking exasperated and wearing his Chaldea Uniform as always, Morgan Le Fay held no love for her historic arch-enemy as she pointed her lance at her chest. 

“It was me who powered that attack which demolished their wall, Morgan! Plus, I did more to control the Dragons as I am part Dragon myself..! I hold the Dragon Core inside of my Soul, do I not?! Your plan wouldn’t have the proverbial teeth it had if it wasn’t for me doing my part. I won’t bow my head to you, so get yours deflated already!” Artoria snapped back just as childishly while gripping the hilt of her Divine Sword Excalibur, ignoring the annoyed look on Mordred’s face as she got between the two Britannian Legends with hands being shoved into their chests to keep them from charging at each other.

While what Modred wore was alarmingly skimpy in Jeanne’s eyes, it didn’t detract from how mature the youthful Swordswoman was in comparison to her two ‘parents’ right now. She was looking as fed up with this bickering as Shirou did and was in fact, almost wanting to bonk each of them on the back of their heads within the pommel of her sword. 

“Alright already! Give it a rest, you two! I can’t believe I’m the one who's acting like an adult here! We both completed part one of the plan to siege the Castle! Kudos all around now get over yourselves already! Sheesh..! You’re giving Master and I a splitting headache and I’m starting to think he regrets bringing you along for this Singularity.” Mordred said with annoyance as she continued to hold back Artoria and Morgan while the two glared at each other. Shirou could swear he saw lightning streaks between their eyes. Shirou, who in Jeanne’s eyes, was actually a strapping young man who had earned her respect just as he earned her vitriol, decided to step in as well until he saw Jeanne standing across from them right now.

She was badly weakened and barely standing at all thanks to that attack by her Dragons on the Castle Wall and with no Master in sight to help her recover, but Jeanne wasn’t going to take defeat lying down just yet. She glared menacingly at the group and her presence alone caused Morgan and Artoria to stop fighting with each other and take notice of her with great alarm.

“H-hey..! Its Jeanne D’Arc Alter..! Get it together, you two..! It looks like we’re in for another fight now, but I don't see that monster Gille De Rais anywhere nearby.” Shirou said, taking cull command again and causing his trio of Britannian Servants to shift into battle mode with each woman wielding their weapons readily. Artoria wielded her Divine Sword with both hands and kept a steely gaze on Jeanne, noticing that she wasn’t in any condition to battle and felt that this would be an easy victory for them. Mordred noticed as well when she kept her sword’s tip pointed at the French Battle Maiden, but she didn’t relent and kept herself charged up to unleash her Noble Phantasm on her if she tried anything.

Morgan, on the other hand, took notice with a sadistic look on her face and considered ‘using’ Shirou to convert the worn-down Warrior of alternative History just as had done with her back in a different Singularity of Camelot. The man had a way with women and to this day, his sexual prowess behind closed doors at Chaldea never left her dissatisfied, plus she considered Jeanne D’Arc’s strength very worthy of using for their own means. Morgan doubts he’d have luck summoning the ‘pure’ version of the French Battle Maiden, much less this Alter one which was more ruthless in her eyes. For Morgan Le Fay, a ruthless Warrior who no longer held back my morals or principles is a considerable asset indeed.

‘Hmm, she used healing magic on herself, but not nearly enough to fully recover. She had to be at the forefront when I, along with Artoria, turned her Dragons back on her forces and had them demolish the Fortress wall. Her Master, Gilles De Rais, is nowhere to be seen, however. He must be hiding inside like a coward. That means she’s vulnerable for conquest and I don't doubt that my Master Emiya would be unwilling to ‘persuade’ her with the art of sex.~’ Morgan schemes while seeing Jeanne D’Arc struggle to stay standing and used the butt of her spear to keep herself up.

‘Tch..! Now they see me as weak and helpless, they’re sure to finish me off here and now..! Of all the misfortune to be brought upon my face, but on another note, why do the two sisters have the same exact face? Why do they have my face…?! We almost look alike now that I think about it.’ Jeanne D’Arc Alter thought to herself when Artoria called her out.

“We know you're in a weakened state and we have no qualms in ending you for good, Avenger..! You’re but a shadow of the real Jeanne D’Arc and a wish only conjured up by the Holy Grail.” Artoria pointed out, earning a snarl from Jeanne and making Shirou alarmed as he felt a considerable wave of compassion for the lost Servant at that moment. Morgan was counting on this and smirked slyly as she watched him nudge Mordred from the side with his elbow.

“Hey…if she’s weakened, can’t we bring her over to our side instead of killing her? All it would take for her to do that is accept a contract with me and forsake her old Master Gilles De Rais. Last I saw of him, they weren’t exactly getting along as she was kinda getting so irritated by his presence she wanted to flambé him alive on the spot. Honest.” Shirou pointed out, remembering his earlier sneaking mission into the castle where he saw the hopeless Gilles get berated by an irate Jeanne before their attack on the Castle.

Jeanne D’Arc Alter took notice of this change in her demeanor and softened somewhat, but she was still ready to fight if it came down to it. She didn’t trust ‘noble’ warriors like Artoria one bit, but she couldn’t figure out what the other three were thinking at that moment. Certainly not Morgan Le Fay.

“Yeah…he’s got a point, mothers. If we wrangle an Avenger Servant on our side and come back with her to Chaldea, we could really fix these singularities much easier, no? Besides, it's not sporting of me to strike down a helpless warrior like her who can’t even stand up straight. I really must have gone soft because of you, Master.”  Mordred points out, reluctantly sheathing her sword and watching Shirou go over to place himself between Jeanne D’Arc and Artoria while Morgan does nothing.

“S-Shirou..!? Are you insane..!? She’s the enemy..! What happened between Morgan, myself, and Modred back in that other..ahem…mission…is completely different from this. She could run you through from behind if she wanted to, regardless of whatever protection the Mystic Code you’re wearing has..!” Artoria yelled out in outrage and confusion while Jeanne simply looked befuddled at being protected by the man she fought earlier. 

Jeanne was honestly taken back by this gesture and saw Mordred getting between them as well. She was keeping her hands on the hilt of her sword while looking at both Jeanne and her two mothers while protecting Shirou. The grip on her lance loosened somewhat; she remained non-hostile for right now as the French Maiden of Purity watched this play out.

“C’mon, Saber. We can’t just kill her, and it is like that mission where we all slept together in London, isn’t it? I think Jeanne D’Arc  Alter, deep down,is a good person despite materializing as an Avenger. I’ve done crazier things that resulted in Servants who used to be our enemies coming over to our side, you know. If you feel this way about Medusa back in the Fuyuki Singularity then we wouldn’t have gotten her on board back in Chaldea, right?” Shirou pointed out, making himself look more and more appealing to  Jeanne every passing second he stood up for her.

The Fiery witch of Orleans felt hesitant about fighting any longer while realizing she had nothing left to fight for. This Singularity, this altered take on reality rooted in Proper Human History, was a lie that was soon to be pruned away as if it never existed. Why not take him up on the offer to join them?

‘Wait a minute, did he say…slept with them? As in all three of those British idiots back in some other mission? I wasn’t aware a Mage who was supposedly the Last Master of Chaldea would do that so brazenly much less admit it out loud.’ Jeanne t thought while seeing Morgan and Artoria blush profusely once he had said that.

“Ahem, Master Emiya, that….is confidential information that no one outside of our inner circle or bedroom should hear, no? Also, aren’t you forgetting about Jeanne’s  Master Gilles? We have to neutralize him to end this Singularity after all, but I do agree with you on taking his Servant into our ranks. That is…if she’s willing to reap the benefits of being part of Master Emiya’s crew. Fufu, I can guarantee that it has wondrous benefits, Jeanne D’Arc.~” Morgan said, lowering her Lance and smirking slyly when seeing how flustered Artoria was becoming now that Shirou stood up for another  Servant.

“Oh ho?  Are you saying you want Master to plow this b itch and see if she comes around? Because I’m all game for that, provided I get some time with him myself.~” Modred added with a sultry giggle and cast a wink in Jeanne’s direction, making her become flustered as well when she cut in.

“I beg your pardon, but do you think you can bribe me into joining you with sex..!? What kind of ‘Maiden’ do you take me for? I---!” Jeanne called out in a red-faced rage until Shirou suddenly stood face to face with her and clutched each of her armored hands into his own, causing her heart to stutter a bit as she became as still as a statue. Much of her original ‘self’ was showing now as she became unable to speak back to the man making her heart race as she saw ironclad resolve in his amber-colored eyes. ‘What’s wrong with me…!? Why can’t I just burn this asshole to the ground and move on…?!’

“I’m sure you don't want to fight us nor even serve that bastard Gilles in conquering your old homeland. The real Jeanne D’Arc was a woman of principle, valor, and decency. The wish he made to turn you into something like this; an Avenger, is not who you are inside and I know it. Come join us so that way you won’t disappear once we correct this Singularity after killing that man. You can’t think that France is meant to look like this now, can you?” Shirou addressed as he made Jeanne D’Arc look around at the scenery of carnage with the walls in smoldering ruins, wreckage in most places where various troops from both sides were strewn about underneath the rubble in bloodied clumps of flesh.

The firs reminded her of a bitter, past memory of her original self as Jeanne D’Arc getting burnt at the stake by her own people for her faith in God, leading to the woman bitterly frowning at Shirou as he clutches her armored hands even tighter.

“Ugh…if you wish for me to ‘serve’ you then you had better prove your worth to me…in a contest of…ahem…bodily endurance. I believe you know where I’m going with this, don't you?” Jeanne D’Arc Alter asked as she took back one of her hands and relinquished the hold she had over her spear, letting it drop to the ground and relaxing a bit as she became bashful all of a sudden. She looked uncomfortable and embarrassed as she quickly took a look at the impatient Saber Artoria and her counterpart Morgan Le Fay before sighing and releasing the Spirirons surrounding her body, allowing them to disperse into particles of Mana energy and showing Shirou the naked figure of her sublime body. His eyes widened with surprise and delight while Mordred secretly cheered on Shirou from the side, marveling at the Legendary Saint’s exquisite body as she undid everything into Spiritrons including her headdress. “Show me the strength of a ‘King’ who had laid with both the ‘King’ of Britain herself as well as her vile Witch of a Sister, then I’ll join you. I expect some quality results, Shirou Emiya.”

Jeanne’s body was sublime with a lush, supple figure that was fit with curves and large breasts nearly the size of her head. If Shirou to gauge them as a measurement, he’d put them somewhere above an H-cup with how full they appeared to be. She also had a slim, fit waist and a wide pair of hips with a gentle patch of pubic fur above the cusp of her sex. Her skin was flawlessly smooth despite being pale and the fiery look in her eyes faded a bit as she retained that blush on her cheeks before presenting herself by holding out both of her arms toward Shirou expectantly.

“Take me, Shirou Emiya. I’d like to see if you’re worth serving. Your Servants can go off inside to murder my old Master if they’d like, but before I have a chance to disappear, I’d like to get you to form a contract with me if I deem you worthy. And there’s only one way to prove that.~” She adds with a smirk on her face, taking notice of Shirou’s burgeoning erection pushing out from inside of his pants. 

“Heh, I heard that, you two go on inside and do as she says; slay that freaky Caster Servant and be done with it. I’ll be out here keeping an eye on our Master while he gets his freak on with the Dragon Witch of France.~” Mordred commanded in a smug, mirthful tone as she watched Shirou take one last look back at his Servants only to turn his attention back on Jeanne and pull open his Chaldea jacket. Saber Artoria was left in a bit of disbelief over this decision and huffed quietly in annoyance as she ventured off into the Castle’s interior alongside Morgan, keeping her Sword held readily in both hands.

“As she says, sister. Let us go slay this vile man before he does anything else to make this battle become more drawn-out than it already has become. I still need to exact some much-needed vengeance from the last time I encountered a Gilles De Rais Caster Servant back in the Fourth Holy Grail War in Fuyuki. Furthermore, I have faith in Shirou being able to ‘convince’ this crude woman of his worth and sway her to our side before we end this Singularity.” Artoria said while dragging her sister by the hand and leading her into the Castle’s opened entrance. This was causing her to look annoyed since she wanted to see Shirou ravish Jeanne personally right now just as Mordred was about to do in their stead. All the women in Shirou’s entourage of loyal female Servants were in love with him and only some had been ravished sexually by the man in the past few missions or so they went on together, but seeing him conquer another woman’s heart and pleasure her body without her being able to get involved bothered her quite a bit.

“Hmmph..! Very well then, but I expect recompense for this later, Master Emiya. And I do mean…plenty of it.~” Morgan said with a sultry growl as she kept her Lance securely held at her side while following Artoria into the Castle, leaving Shirou alone with Jeanne D’Arc Alter while Mordred took a spot on a rampart somewhere to watch.

‘This is hardly the place or the time to do this, but if it works then I’ll have a powerful Servant on my side. One who is a woman so unjustly burnt by history that it makes me sad. But I must do this, if only for her sake.’ Shirou reasoned as he undid more of his clothing, making Jeanne blush harder as his pants came undone next. Off came his Mystic Code Chaldea jacket and up went the shirt he wore underneath, revealing his muscular chest. Jeanne couldn’t wait any longer and reached for his belt, unfastening it at lightspeed and pulling open his pants so that they’d fall down around his ankles with his dark boxers barely holding back his massive erection underneath.

Once Shirou had fully shrugged off his clothing from over his chest, he looked at a bashful Jeanne D’Arc and smiled before tugging down his boxers to reveal his massive footlong length fully erect with rather thick-looking balls. 

“Umhh..! Oh my….well? What are you waiting…?~” Jeanne said with a sly grin as she materialized a massive ‘bed’ of hay underneath her using Magecraft, feeling reminded of her roots as a regular French village girl before her uprising as a legendary Hero fighting for the French Monarch. She placed herself back into it with a flirtatious smile on her face, letting Shirou take in the sight of her beautifully naked body as he barreled down upon her by putting his hand around her hips first and meeting her lips with his own. “Ahmnhmhmhm..! Mmnhmh….hahh….aahh..mnhmhm…sllrurp..mmnhm..!~”

Shirou had locked lips with her and ran his hands around her sides, forcing hers back by the wrists and feeling each of Jeanne’s legs slide up to wrap around both sides of his hips while his dick prodded her groin from above. He wasn’t inside of her just yet and that was okay with Jeanne for she had wanted romance first while eagerly sliding her tongue inside of Shirou’s mouth. His warm, muscular body was pressed down firmly on top of hers and he brought his right hand back to begin fondling one of her bulbous tits while they swapped spit.

“Hahnnmnhm..mmnhhhm..mmhm….Jeanne Alter..mnhm..sllrurpp..sllrlrupp...you taste good. Mmnhm..!~” Shirou moaned into his mouth, feeling the woman curl up against his body while they continued making out languidly with their tongues swapping each other’s spit. Jeanne hadn't felt so alive in a long time and she continued stroking Shirou’s chest after being able to free her hands from his grasp. The French Warrior had hungrily moaned into his mouth, tasting his tongue as it performed a graphic back-and-forth with her own while Mordred watched in perverse fascination.

“Oh ho..! This is gonna be fun. Glad I got to convince ‘Father’ and ‘Mother’ to go inside and handle that Master of Jeanne’s for me while I sit and….enjoy this. Seeing the Master work his charm on women and breed them like a champ always gets me in the mood.~” Mordred said to herself, lifting up the flimsy red top covering her chest, releasing her perky B-cup-sized tits to the world and beginning to play with them as she watched Shirou suddenly left one of Jeanne’s legs up high into the air. He had realigned himself properly so that his pelvis hovers above the French woman’s crotch, keeping his dick lined up with the light pink cusp of her seemingly tight virgin pussy after they had spent a few minutes making out.

“Mnnhhmngh…sllrrlllrpp..muaahh..! Do it already….! Take that thing and shove it inside of me..! Fuck me right here and prove to me you are worthy of my servitude..!” Jeanne D’Arc Alter pleads almost angrily with white-hot desire seen in her pale amber eyes. She ran her tongue across her lips to collect the residual flavor of Shirou’s saliva and eyed his massive cock now pushing into her folds from above as he thrust his body into hers from above without any further delay. She instantly regretted rushing him for it felt otherworldly how big his cock was now that she was feeling her virgin snatch stretch apart to guide it inside. “Aaaaaagrngnhh!~”

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A slick splotch of moisture and penetration occurred as Shirou penetrated Jeanne D’Arc Alter’s sex fully, feeling the slickened cusp of her folds surrounding his member and guiding it in when he added a bit more force to his movement. He placed himself fully on top of her,  keeping the woman mounted in a bent missionary position with his balls lightly tapping against her pale buttocks from below while he resists the urge to cum right away. Jeanne was incredibly tight and her pussy felt amazing. It was such a slick, snug pocket of pleasure that constricted nearly every bulbous inch pushing inside of her as he ground his pubic bone directly into hers after filling her inside.

“Aaannghh! Mmnghh! Yeahhh! Uunghh! Jeanne..! Mmnghh! I’m going to move now, alright..? Hold steady and let me play with those beautiful tits of yours while I ‘prove myself’ to you..!~” Shirou let out, feeling his inner animal come out as he slid his left hand down her right leg to grab onto her ankle and keep her leg elevated while the other fondled one of her bulbous tits with fervor. He started pounding into her flesh, withdrawing a few inches then thrusting back inside with steadily increasing force that made him feel more of Jeanne’s slimy pussy sliding its tight space around his cock. “Nngh..ngh..nngh..nngh..nngh..nngh..m.nghgh…mmgnhhhh..!~”

Jeanne D’Arc Alter was over the moon with pleasure right now as the once menacing glare she had on her face now contorted into a blissful expression of sexual pleasure. She was still gritting her teeth because even as a Servant, her pussy was almost too tight for Shioru’s girth, making her feel a fair bit of pain as she slowly got used to it. But she didn’t want it to stop and allowed Shiro full reign over her body as she tossed her hands back behind her neck, pushing out her tits even more so that they’d jostle in front of his face while he bottoms out of her.

“Aahh….ahh..ahh…ahh..aahh..aahh..aahh..aahh..aahhh..aannghh! Rrhghghh! Yess..! Yess…! Mghhh! This is what I’m talking about..! This.. what I need..! Mnghhh! Uh…uh..uh..uuh..uhyuuaaahhh!~” Jeanne cried out as she felt Shirou’s massive member tunneling its way through the spongy walls of her pussy and into the back of her womb already. The slickness of her folds helped lubricate its passage into her depths, making it twice as blissful and doubly a bit more painful for she considered him to be huge beyond measure. She was a freshly summoned Servant, after all, and thus had her virginity restored. Regardless, she had no experience in her human life of ever having sex being that she was the ‘Pure’ Maiden selected by higher powers to wage war against the English Army. Jeanne never thought that actual sex would feel this good and she could feel her pubic bone grinding noisily against Shirou’s waist as he started thrusting harder into her body with every clap of skin echoing out into the courtyard they were in. The only source of noise rivaling the tantric sounds of animalistic sex was Jeanne’s moans themselves.

Shirou withdrew his pelvis and thunderously slammed it back in between her legs, feeling Jeanne D’Arc Alter slide each one around his waist after jerking one free from his hand. He winced with slight pain for she was a Servant and thus, had superhuman strength, so when she locked ankles behind his buttocks to secure her leglock on him, Shirou felt as though she would snap him in half if things got out of control. That danger alone prompted him to begin thrusting into her faster with balls swinging like wrecking balls into the woman's increasingly damp nether region amid sex. He brought one of his arms back and slid it around Jeanne’s body, embracing her fully and keeping the other one held around one of her tits so he could squeeze it as much as he wanted.

“Uungh..uunngh..unngh..ungh.unungh..mnghghh! Ooohhhh..! Jeanne..! Mnghh..mnbn..ngh..nngh..nngh..mnghgh..mnghh! You’re so beautiful…so fierce..and noble! I don't care what anybody says about you being an Avenger or a dark version of your other self..! You deserve better..! Nnghmhh! Un…unh...unh..unh..mnghgh…aaaaghhh! And your pussy feels supreme..! Nnghm!~” Shirou howled as Mordred watched his buttocks flex inward then outward repeatedly with the primal force of a large bull breeding its mate. The way his cock sunk into Jeanne’s pussy from above and with how tightly her legs locked around his backside stoked Mordred into dispersing the Spiritrons around the rest of her outfit she could rub the pommel of her sword into her pussy as she watched.

“Hhmmnhmm! Hot damn..! Watching Master breed the everloving fuck out of that woman is turning me on..!  Nnghmm!~” Mordred cried out, biting down on her lips as she saw Shirou continually breed Jeanne D’Arc Alter’s pussy with virulent thrusts clapping into her waist while she moaned loudly into his mouth after their lips met again.*