One would expect the Planeptune resident CPU Goddess' bedroom would be embroidered with the most childishly girlish theme ever known to man, with plush toys laying around on the carpets and posters of more or less typical moe franchises. Well, it was all that, indeed. The bed may have been king-sized, but that design of the bedsheet - blips of puddings and D-Pads in diamond patterns - betrayed the grande with cuteness.

The Avenger would quirk an eyebrow at the setting. As the CPU took off her shoes, seated on one of the beanbags idly laid out on the floor, the amber-eyed woman would walk towards one of the piles of stuffed animals, a curious instinct forming. She picked out the closest doll and, while holding it up, turned to give the CPU a cold eye. In her tight grasp was the featherless fin of a penguin plush. 

"A penguin?" was all the Avenger could say.

After standing up, the short, purple-haired girl shrugged at the woman's inquiry. "Penguins are cute. You should see them sometime!"

Tossing the doll back to its pile, and in the process earning a frown from the short girl, Avenger would walk towards her petite companion with wary strides. "I suppose they are. But, am I going to tame you here? It's all too... Girly... For my appeal."

Tame. The girl quivered at such a word and gripped her arm tightly, nervous. A flushed expression formed on her cheeks, dousing her skin with a reddish hue. "Not here. One of my... Colleagues, per se, have put up bugs here. Somewhere. It's too risky to do it here, unless you're fine with a video getting put up on the 'net, I guess..."

Smirking, the tall pale-haired woman would take the girl by her hand, pulling the nervous CPU close, the other quickly seizing her companion's back. It sounded like the innocent-looking CPU was into the idea of having a video published. A teasing play unable to be resisted, Avenger whispered into her sub's ear. "But you want that to happen, right? You want to see the millions of Planeptune citizens watch as their Goddess is thoroughly disciplined by me..."

"S-sheesh... D-don't give me any ideas now..." Faltering for but a brief moment, the CPU sighed onto her tamer's cheek, knees buckling and wobbly with submissiveness. She grasped the Avenger's hand, locking finger for finger, and led her towards the door behind them. "Come on... I'm serious about not doing it here. I just cleaned up all of this with Nepgear, I don't want to mess it all up again..."

Contented with having the blushing girl all to herself, who was she to complain? Avenger followed in her partner's footsteps, minding the height of the door-frame. Travelling towards lands unknown to man, she braced herself for some sort of loli ambush - her death and final stand, if that was the case.

Darkness braced their eyes, covering them with a cloud of pitch-black eerieness. The only light emanating from anywhere was their eyes - the CPU's eyes glowed a bright lilac, while the Avenger's piercing gaze was decorated by a sharp, powerful amber glow. It was enough to see each other, but not enough for Avenger to make out the contents of the room.

"The switch is here somewhere... Hold on," the girl quipped, moving towards a wall and thoroughly extending her hands out as if she was looking for something... After a brief few, and a flick of a switch, the light in the room was awakened. Avenger noted the weakness of the room's light - mayhaps it was intentional, should this room be actually the CPU's sex room. A faint white light provided Avenger enough capability to scan the room...

And was it ever the sex dungeon. Tables and shelves were lined up across the western and eastern walls, filled with all manners of gags, vibrators, strap-ons, ropes, whips and even variants of the old faithful dildo... She grabbed a sample of the last, and eyed it carefully. 14" inches long, about 7" inches thick, colored a pinkish hue... Piqued and rather wanting to see just how much of her toys the CPU uses, Avenger walked over to where the CPU was.

Neptune, in all her obliviousness of the what was happening in the world around her, hadn't noticed that her companion had picked out a toy from her varied selection. Seated on the queen-sized heart-shaped bed in the northernmost section of the room, she found herself watching Avenger as if she was... hunting. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, hands in her pocket, she merely watched Avenger walk towards her with a confident, sexy gait to her step, as if she knew everything in the world that Neptune didn't... Before she could say anything, Jeanne had brandished her weapon of choice and, rather playfully, placed the base of the thick and lengthy against her crotch - as if it was the real thing.

Neptune would pout. "You realize that isn't high-end? It isn't a hardlight version, so you're not going to feel anything from it."

"That's fine," Jeanne bit her lip. "I like seeing cute girls getting themselves worked up and eager." She'd buck her hip, and the tip of the fake cock would slap Neptune's cheek. "Go on, cutie. Let's see you put your money where your mouth is..."

Audibly purring, the eager CPU nodded. With the purpose to please - and to serve - the collected game-addict pecked the dildo's tip, a speck of saliva returning a taste of raspberry. It was tasty... And like any treat, she was going to dismantle it slowly... If Jeanne was persistent on watching her do so, well, what else should Neptune do but give the spectating woman a show?

Her hands firmly placed on Jeanne's waist, she suckled on that flavored dong with a fervently teasing pace. Her lapping suckles were accompanied by low, comforting sighs of the CPU's pleasure in being a slut for Jeanne. Her saliva was absorbing much of the raspberry coating, and it was turning into a pinkish-hue as a result. She withdrew, repulsed by the excess sweetness - she may have had a sweet tooth, but this dildo was made to allure someone with greatly concentrated mixtures and flavor. A follow-up gulp caused her to shiver. "It's so sweet... I-It's tingly all over..."

A hint of curiosity on those sharp features, Jeanne decided to pull the dildo close to her, giving it a whiff. Raspberry. The toys that are being made these days... Jeanne set aside the fake dong and sat beside the quivering girl. With a hand on the cutie's chin, a finger affectionately tracing on her neck, she pulled Neptune close. A few breaths of warm air were exchanged in their intimate closeness, their eyes locked in a stare-down of passionate degree. Jeanne caught wind of Neptune's sweetly scented breath and decided to seal the deal. Hungrily, with a craving for her taste, the Avenger locked their lips together in a kiss that would last. Their hands were frantically removing each other's clothing as their tongues passed around that raspberry tinge. The cold air touched their bodies, bare save for their undergarments - Jeanne with an ashen-gray laced bra, a color-matching set of lacy panties, as well as gray stockings; Neptune in her purple, frilled babydoll and her blue-white print kneesocks and matching printed panties. Clothes tossed aside rather casually, the Avenger and the CPU indulged themselves in the company of each other's warmth.

Neptune would abruptly cut the sloppy kiss, grinning. "I gotta say, Avenger. Kick-ass set of nightwear you've got on."

A chuckle unable to be withheld, Jeanne found amusement at this compliment. "You, Neptune, CPU Goddess of Planeptune, renowned character known for her addiction to pudding and video games, say kick-ass for what I like to think to be the first time and it's followed by words that refer to my underwear."

"Underwear," Neptune repeated, her toothy grin growing. "So you walk out on the streets wearing laced panties and bras?"

"Shut up and kiss me," Jeanne mumbled, lunging forward again for another kiss. With the CPU Goddess underneath her, she had ample time to take in the wonderful form of such a petite, well-toned body. It seemed all the monster bashing and EXP grinding did this pudding-glutton some wonders... Her pale hands firmly dug into the back of Neptune's waist. Using a bit of strength and mostly flexibility, she'd sit the CPU upright and straddled Neptune onto her lap. Now that's better... Better angles to appraise the girl's body. If only Jeanne could get Neptune into her HDD form...

Giggles were shared, and the two had spent what seemed to be an eternity affectionately caressing each other. Neptune found herself attracted to the mature woman's shoulders, giving them a tight series of rubs and gropes... Almost like she was massaging Jeanne.

"Oh~ Are you a masseuse now?" Jeanne gasped, her usually-so stiff shoulders from having to carry lollygagging Masters and second-rate Servants now feeling less tense. Whether by magic or innate skill, Neptune seemed to have a knack for this.

Nodding, Neptune kissed the stiffer, right shoulder. "After a good run, I tend to hand out... more or less exclusive massages. Noire's the most appreciative of them."

"She must be usually begging you for more, then, hmm?" Jeanne took Neptune's frail hand and briskly rubbed her fingers over the weary bones of the CPU's thin digits. She'd plant a small peck on the girl's knuckles, a small thank you for the kind gesture. Already, she was feeling better...

"She calls me everyday," Neptune affirmed.

Jeanne was about to bed this ever-so sweet treat back down on the mattress, but a thought had crossed her mind. "Tell me about this person who has your penthouse bugged. Is it someone you know?"

Neptune would blush, unable to answer.

"Is it Vert, perhaps? I've met her, but it was quite easy to deduce she's a complete pervert..."

"Hence her name," Neptune added, laughing sincerely. "But no, it isn't Vert that put up the recorders and the cameras. It's actually Blanc."

Jeanne quirked a brow. "Blanc?"

With a hovering gesture of her hand, Neptune remarked, "Cute brunette, short like me, just as cute, too. Usually quiet. Lowee's resident CPU Goddess?"

"You people are an odd bunch," Jeanne smirked.

"It's the thing with being a franchise targeted for moe, y'know," Neptune offered. She placed her hands on the Avenger's belly, giving them a good, firm rubbing, another of her exclusive massages. "I've got an idea where I can put these hands to good use..."

Mirroring the CPU's grin, Jeanne playfully crept her hands into the confines of Neptune's printed panties, giving those firm, cute cheeks their own good, firm squeeze. "Pitch it to me~ I'm up for anything, cutie, so long as we both benefit from it."

"You got me worked up with the standard, one-sided dildo, so I know exactly where to put these hands," Neptune giggled. But before she did move her elegant, dexterous hands, she would purse her lips. "It, ah, requires you to lay on your back and relax. Like before, though, it's all me doing the work.

"Quite the eager submissive, are you? You remind me of a particular... Huntress... blooming in their youth, naive in bed and yet oh-so deadly skilled and proper with bedside manners..." Jeanne would recall a brief memory of her tryst with the mentioned Huntress... That collar...  Her thoughts returning back, she noticed Neptune didn't have any particular accessory on her neck. Unclaimed, perhaps? Now what's a youthful, lively gem doing out here on the fringe of sexual exploration without a proper master...?

Neptune would remain neutral, albeit a bit curious herself. "I'm not surprised you have other subbies. We must be handfuls, huh, pestering you for attention?" She would tap her chin in thought, thinking. "And, compared to more buxom women, girls like me have to be energetic and eager to please. All a well-endowed girl has to do is flash her goods!"

"Ah, about that," Jeanne felt it perfect to bring up a particular topic. "Is it true CPUs have alternate forms? I've yet to see one, given that I've been on this side of the multiverse for a short while."

"HDD, yeah. Hyper Drive Divinity. The Goddesses and the Candidates can enter HDD, which in turn grants us more access to combat capabilities. Magical abilities and weapon-derived skills, whatnot? It also, um..." To provide imagery to her next statement, Neptune would lean back and make out the hourglass-body gesture with her hands, blushing. "Gives us better bodies, too. More attractive physical forms. The others are persistent with using HDD whenever bedding me, but I remain human just as stubbornly. We... We don't need..." Trailing off, Neptune bit her lip and looked away.

Jeanne nodded, quite interested in this now. At least she knew the rumors were true, but she did notice that Neptune seemed restrained with talking about this topic. With an affectionate pull-closer motion on her back, she engulfed the cute, blushing girl in a hug. An apology for bringing up what she assumed to be a sensitive topic. "Don't worry, Neptune. I find you cute. If I do say so myself, you're actually pretty well-toned. Do you work out?"

"I don't think you mean video games," the CPU joked, causing Jeanne to roll her eyes at the irony. Neptune relished the hug far longer than she should have, hands locking behind Jeanne's back. Without the intention of breaking the warm company of such an amazing woman, she indulged the question. "Sometimes, I actually fight without activating HDD. I use a wooden sword - wakizashi, I think - to fend of third, second-rate mobs. I think I'm pretty good with an eastern sword, in terms of, ah, non-magical capabilities."

Well, exposure to combat like that can certainly do the body some good. Sets it into a training-like state, gears it up for adverse situations, etc. Jeanne should know.

With the flood of intellectual talk dying down, the two would return to merely hugging, trying to bring back the hazy vibe that was cut by their rather fruitful conversation. Neptune, after a good few minutes in the hug, recollected her thought and finally broke the hug, a bit hesitant but fully knowing it was for the greater good. "I just remembered, I had something to do... for you~ Lay back and I'll just get what I need. Make it, rather."

Nodding, Jeanne playfully swatted the girl's butt - earning a sudden yelp from Neptune - as she moved up the bed, finding herself on the comfort of double-stacked pillows and a good view of the girl's butt from behind. Bent over, crawling towards the edge of the bed... The innocence of this girl would be the end of her someday, Jeanne mentally quipped.

Neptune, for her part, didn't even need to get off the bed for her preparation. She took the discarded, raspberry-flavored dildo and scanned its every inch - literally. It had detailed veins, as well the stiffness and throbbing sensation a real cock did. After a moment of mentally digesting the details of this tasty cock, she put back down on the bed and hovered her hands together for a few seconds, concentrating... Share power solidified into particles, which in then coalesced to form a smaller dildo - 9" inches long, 4" inches thick, a purplish transparent hue, and a switch at the base. Satisfied, it was nice to know she could still make... sex toys... Plutia's training with her remain as clear as day, it seemed.

Returning to her waiting mistress, Neptune proudly held out the freshly welded dildo, smiling. "I made this for you." Giving the shaft an experimental poke, she tensed and felt... aroused. Share-powered tools, especially of this variance, were just amazing. Perfect convenience for anybody.

She immediately blushed at a thought. Plunging this pecker inside Jeanne, making her coo and approve of her efforts, only to quiver and falter at the sensation of feeling as if the dildo was her own cock... She zeroed out for a brief moment.

Jeanne would scan the girl's absence and felt worried. Getting up from her relaxed pose, she shook the girl and placed a hand on her forehead. Normal temperature, at least, she thought. Could Goddesses even get sick? "Hey, Neptune! Snap out of it!" With the confused ailment actually resiliently holding onto her, Jeanne's only course of action was to firmly slap the CPU awake.

This had the desired effect. Soon enough, Neptune was coming to from her escaped ailment, rubbing her cheek weakly and frowning at herself. Should have invested in better INT stats... "I-I'm sorry. I'm okay, just got zeroed."

"I bet," Jeanne sighed. This girl was a bag of surprises... "What happened? You seemed so lost there in your head, from what I could see." Rather forcefully, she yanked the dildo out of Neptune's hand, examining it and giving it a serious rundown. There is no way such an object could cause anyone to doze off. "Did this cause your dozing off?"

"Well, my thoughts did," Neptune admitted. She shook her head thoroughly, and grasped her temples firmly - not everyone recovered well from confusion. Though, Neptune does have amazing resistance to poison and paralysis. "The dildo's made from my Shares. Specially designed so that I could feel whatever the person I'm working it on is feeling. I thought about putting... it in you... and how that would me feel, and I guess I just lost myself."

Oh, so it was nothing too dangerous. Jeanne sighed and eyed the trinket now with more interest rather than fear. "So you say," Jeanne grinned. She gave it one of her experimental licks, playfully lapping the tip with her tongue, watching for Neptune's reaction.

Her loins were filled with a tingle of pleasure, similar to when someone would be eating her out... Neptune would weakly retrieve the dildo from Jeanne, resisting a moan. It was too soon... Too soon.

"Spoilsport," Jeanne pouted. She laid back down on the pillows, hands nestled behind her head, her back arched out just to give her chest all-the-more emphasis. "Well... Don't keep me waiting, eager server~ Show me how good you are with a... ah, a joystick~"

Oh, is she ever... Grinning, Neptune crawled towards Jeanne's laid-back figure, a playful expression sprayed all over her eyes. With the go signal at hand, she would hook her fingers under the Avenger's panties, and retracted her arm back, pulling the laced article from its wearer's body. She noted the damp patch on its main fabric, rather pleased with herself, and thankful that a more... accommodating woman this time had given her the attention. She set aside the fabric and crept further, her top body hovering just a few inches above Jeanne's lower body. Noting a sensitive button would be present on the folds of Jeanne's outer lips, Neptune had two ways to go about this interaction...

A mere, playful payback for the teasing set of licks Jeanne had bestowed upon the Share dildo's tip, Neptune would brush the teased tip against that attention-seeking clit... She'd push the dildo against the tender button. Earning nothing more but a few sighs from Jeanne, the CPU decided to step it up a notch... Time for that vibrate function... Her thumb idly flicking the switch to setting 3, the dildo whirred to life, motionly rubbing against Jeanne's bud teasingly.

"Oh~ Oh, fuck... T-that's it~" The Avenger's reaction was music to the girl's ears. Humming herself, she'd spend the next seconds watching Jeanne openly touch herself in her growing arousal. Her thinly elegant fingers were picking her nipples, hands visibly groping her breasts as she savored this moment's tide of pleasure...

Flicking the switch to setting 5, Neptune adjusted her pose. Like a tiger about to pounce her prey, she positioned herself close to Jeanne's slick hole, pushing the dildo fiercely against the accompanying clit. The vibrating was more active now, vibrating faster at a speed of 35 rpm... At least, more or less close to that speed. Just between the lines of slow and fast, usually the speed just before a sexual climax rides high. With her clitoris getting the attention it so deserves, Neptune sought to get to know this woman's body better, see what makes her tick for future reference... She leaned in, sighing, catching a whiff of Jeanne's distinct aroma, and like a maiden in heat, lunged in to lap up at the moistening pussy, tongue prodding in and out of Jeanne's interior walls, driving the fallen maiden moaning in a manner of seconds. Neptune herself was unable to resist from the burning sensation inside her belly, deeper within the sanctuary of her womb. She was lazily propping herself up with her knees at this point, though it didn't hinder her in hungrily giving Jeanne a momentous session of pussy attention. Her moans were lost to the Avenger's slit, and her mouth was being stuffed full by the woman's fluids, cheeks puffing up visibly over time.

Jeanne submitted to her pleasure fully - if she was going to enjoy this free taste of Neptune eating her out, she was going to enjoy it with finesse. Her legs bucked and her hips were moving involuntarily - Jeanne was grinding the slick folds of her hole against Neptune's stuffed face. She was happily voicing out her approval in series of encouraging coos and sweet moans, further stoking Neptune's eagerness to please.

It was time for setting 7. Neptune pulled away from the thoroughly moistened slit, drooling the Avenger's fluids from the corners of her lips. That sensitive button had gotten the thorough attention it deserved, now it was time for full-out therapy. Neptune brushed the madly whirring tool's tip downwards against Jeanne's clit, then, thanks to the easy slickness within Jeanne's passage and the general smoothness of the dildo, had stuffed the formerly-vacant pussy full of the dildo.

Her hands gripped the bedsheets. Her head nestled further into the pillows. Wildly, her back arched as a surge of vibrations filled her completely. Her initial moan was prolonged, without inhibition and rather girlish. Neptune was as fuck-faced as the quivering Avenger, her mind forfeit long ago to the Share dildo's power. In one quick, frantic motion, she propped herself up and sat on Jeanne's belly, forcing the woman's back down against the bed. From there, she would retract the arm holding the dildo - which caused both of them to whimper - and push it back in. Both of them had tensed whenever the dildo was pushed back into Jeanne's pussy, and Neptune would not stop there. She built up at a steady pace to allow Jeanne to properly accommodate the influxes of pleasure, but after that, without a steady pattern and just the desire to please, her hand had gotten into an unguided motion of ramming that loudly vibrating dildo into Jeanne. The room was filled with their moans, their sharp-pitched rising cries of wanton pleasure, as the both of them felt their climax riding on. Jeanne forced Neptune into a kiss, a hand roughly seizing the CPU by her hair. The vibrator was left lodged into her pussy, and by accident, Neptune flicked it to setting "Pudding Geyser." Almost with a mind of it's own, the vibrator jammed itself in and pulled itself out of Jeanne's with a speed so fast it was merely a flash of color at that point. Jeanne and Neptune had felt reciprocated sensation greatly, and in a hazy instinct, held onto each for dear life as their orgasms were triggered.

Neptune creamed herself on Jeanne's thighs, coating the woman with clear fluids of her womanhood. Crying into the Avenger's shoulder, her body and legs bucked with each spurt. Jeanne, on the other hand, had the orgasm better - in a single gush of her femcum, the vibrator was jetted out of her orgasming slit.  She spouted the fluids like a fountain, absolutely staining the bed with her delightfully arousing scent. Her hips bucked forward, humping the air madly as her body experienced that orgasmic high hundredfold, thanks to Neptune's efforts.

Panting, using nothing but the warmth of each other's bodies and the cherry buzz of their afterglow, the two repelled the cold post-coitus feel and shared a cuddle, which Jeanne was mostly dominant of. She nuzzled into Neptune's neck, planting kisses along her neckline while her hand carefully yet firmly  held her jaw. Her legs were crossed over Neptune's waist, refusing to let the Goddess go; Her breasts were rubbing against the CPU's waifish chest. Jeanne had felt so good, she now had an eagerness to return the favor.

In that minute of respite, Neptune had used a kiss to catch Jeanne's attention. A sliver of saliva connecting their lips, Neptune sighed as step three of her plan was done. Now, for the finale...

"You should take a shower break, Jeanne. I'll clean up here, fold our clothes and change the sheets," she whispered, rolling herself off of Jeanne's heaving body. This earned the patented pout of the fallen maiden, which actually sowed great regret in Neptune.

Deciding it was not a time to refuse the ever-so hospitable and tender CPU's offer, she remarked, "You'll follow me soon, okay? I don't want to spend a minute without your... blissful company~" A peck briefly placed on Neptune's cheek, Jeanne stretched herself off the bed and walked towards a glass door to the right. With one last look over her shoulder, Jeanne winked and entered the shower room, leaving Neptune all to her lonesome.

The CPU twirled a lock of her hair with her finger, smiling. Closing her eyes, she concentrated...

The cold water drizzled down on her body, a sullen godsend after such a hearty session with an eager girl. Her hands were laced briefly behind her head, and Jeanne merely enjoyed a good, cold shower. Even now, her body was still feeling hot and aroused, despite Neptune's attentions... And Jeanne bet that Neptune was feeling the same. A playful humming now coordinating with the shower's drizzling symphony, Jeanne would massage her arms...

She yelped as a hand intercepted hers, but calmed down once she realized it belonged to a particular eager server's. Though... feeling out the hand, it felt like it was more... developed. Like it had belonged to a mature woman. At unease, Jeanne turned around to eye the would-be pervert and... her moan was all but subtle.

The entity that stood before her was matured, tall and a complete and perfect example of what a woman would be. Her 'tails were braided, and even then remained long and graceful. The collected but passionate look in those azure eyes were a match for the Avenger's fiery, dominant amber gaze. Those pouty lips, begging to be kissed and claimed. She had a matching hourglass figure, to boot, and how those big E-cups were pushed together by the figure's arms. The woman was outright and sexily thick, with thighs, a waistline and an ass people would gladly kill for...

Jeanne withdrew a sigh and grinned - the rumored HDD form of Neptune, perhaps? If so, it seemed the CPU was serious about having the most drastic changes. From a cute, short loli to a gorgeous, tall bombshell... Drastic changes, indeed. "I must have been pardoned for my sins," Jeanne swooned, grabbing the woman's hand and pulling her close, gently. She caught the woman's other hand and, there, at that moment, gazed into the CPU's eyes with a malicious intent. "Because I do believe my salvation is here."

"Indeed, your time of paradise has come, Avenger," Neptune decided to play along, voice sounding high and mighty and with a deep yearning for a much more greater purpose. "Come, claim your prize, Jeanne D'Arc, may it be the through light of truth or the fires of rage... Have your way with my body and take me as your own~"

Oh, she's going to claim her prize, all right... Jeanne turned off the shower, then placed a hand just above her freshly-cleaned slit... Her hand focusing on her clitoris, it seemed a little shape-shifting of her own would be needed... A throbbing force pushed her hand upwards, and she was more than happy to give Neptune a sight of her Buster Card. She held her throbbing, pre-drooling prick with her hand, slowly stroking it's lengthening shaft until it stopped at a good measure of 15 inches. It poked Neptune's stomach, which had earned a soft sigh from the busty Goddess.

"Oh my~ And to think, my scanners had allowed such a deadly weapon through." Neptune reached down, giving the tip a good rubbing with her fingers. She allowed the pre to form a hand-sized puddle on her palm, then casually smeared it over the Avenger's newly grown cock... Causing Jeanne to moan softly, in the process. "Tell me, just what exactly do you want me to do with your... Noble Phantasm?"

Jeanne would recall the quick blip of the CPU working on the fake, raspberry dildo a few hours ago... Her mouth, her expert handling... She wanted to feel that this time. Jeanne stated as such, giving the woman an affectionate caress on the cheek.

"You wanna see me worked up again? ...Will it be a surprise if I said I was actually hoping you'd say that?" Neptune would get down on her knees, an innocent, but sexy expression on her half-shut eyes and her pouting lips. With the tip of her new friend just mere inches away from her nose, she was inhaling strong whiffs of Jeanne's masculine scent in short time, which had greatly spiked her arousal, causing her cheeks to flush brightly and her breathing to become faster. As per Jeanne's request, she started to stroke the cock's thick, long shaft with her hand, her jerking motion accompanied by vice-tight grip that didn't have any gear for loosening up.

Jeanne's back was against the wall. She was touching herself again, her hands kneading her supple tits, fingers squeezing her already erect teats. Her hips were slowly bucking into the CPU's grasp, humping the hand-pussy and allowing her hand to properly bottom out at the base of Jeanne's throbbing cock. A spurt of pre shot out threateningly, barely missing Neptune's face. It ended up landing on the valley of the CPU's cleavage, however, disappearing between her chest-pads.

"Enjoying this? I'm glad that you are. Now, make room for dessert, cause I'm just getting started~" Neptune aligned the shaft's point upwards, now firmly and strongly fucking it's glorious length with her hand. While the lengthy meat was being massaged, Neptune would get to giving the tip some attention - her tongue danced swirls on its pre-coated surface, spreading the spunk messily and getting a good taste in the process. Her whorish moans complimented the resounding "schlick, schlick, schlick" sounds her handjob was making. She watched Jeanne's for any delightful reactions...

And the Avenger was all but subtle. She was fully submitting to her carnal bliss, vividly voicing out her approval for the CPU's efforts. She enjoyed this rather calm pace as well - Usually, she'd prefer a blowjob over anything, but with how energetic the naive Goddess was, she was delving into more... specific kinks, and she was feeling amazing from them. Without even resisting the urge, she'd buck her hips forward, plunging the tip of her throbbing cock into the woman's mouth.

Neptune was all the more eager. She was going to get to the good part eventually, but since her partner was pushy, who was she to refuse... Releasing the cock from her stranglehold, she'd place her hands on the floor and adjusted her position into a kneeling pose a whore would assume. Comfortable and prepped, she gulped a load of her saliva down and took the cock into her mouth, leaning forward. As she pressed forward, her tongue lewdly lolled out of her cock-stuffed mouth, brushing against the shaft's underside as her lips made do-good progress on the throbbing cock. Her lips had soon pushed against Jeanne's base. She would look up at Jeanne and gave the cock inside her mouth a good, long, lashing with her tongue.

"Fuck," was all that Jeanne could moan. She placed her hands on the CPU's head, holding her in that spot, face-fucking the surprise deepthroat slut with unguided drives. At certain moments, she'd use Neptune's mouth as an onahole, dragging the breathless slut across her cock's shaft. At other times, she was rampantly humping her hips against Neptune's face, forcing that thick member down the CPU's throat as deep as it could go. Her moans were explicit and vivid. Getting sucked by such a willing slut has never felt this good...

Jeanne cried out in the next moment, stuffing Neptune's throat full of her lengthy, throbbing cock as her orgasm came unannounced. Abrupt, sudden, explosive. Neptune's oral orifice became an outlet for futanari spunk, but even the oh-so daring CPU could only take so much cum - the white, thick fluid spurted out of her mouth, jetting out onto Jeanne's crotch and Neptune's face. Her hips bucking into her face until the orgasm winded down, Jeanne pulled her cock out of Neptune's mouth, gasping.

Neptune lapped up the warm spunk in her mouth, giving the fluid a thorough tasting. Salty and tangy - she could get used to this. She opened her mouth for Jeanne's viewing pleasure, allowing the Avenger to see the oral spectacle.

Her mouth was just filled with Jeanne's thick spunk. Excess lines were over her cheeks, residue from the bursts of cum that Neptune couldn't take. Still, seeing such a sight, it gave a Jeanne warm feeling... With a smirk, she reached down and closed that mouth-pussy. "I bet you can fucking swallow that dump, hmm? Go on, eager server... Swallow."

Unfazed, and rather submissive to the idea, Neptune did as she was commanded, an audible "gulp" bringing Jeanne absolute joy. She helped the CPU up, whispering how she had done a good job and that she was such a good girl... A hand firmly kneading the CPU's butt as they made their way back to the bedroom.

The final act of the tryst was soon to come into play. Unhinged, barred by nothing but the steady, growing fires of lust, the two women would murmur sweet promises to each other as they shared a series of lust-fueled cuddles, kisses and teasing. Their bodies were beady with sweat, though the one with lavender hair was drenched in more risque fluids after a few minutes of oral foreplay. The sheets were messy, no longer neatly laid out across the bouncy mattress. The pillows were everywhere, a few even were tossed out onto the floor. But now that they were intimate... A request was brought to light.

Jeanne fastened the final latch firmly, which tightly gripped Neptune's wrists onto her back. The CPU would yelp as her entire body was under the restrains of leather braces - her breasts were deviously emphasized by the BDSM get-up. The laces covered all of her joints, thus allowing her not a single sliver of mobility for what the two had in mind. The get-up itself made her seem like she was being held against her will.

That was the punchline, however. With a ball-gag stuffed obscenely into the CPU's mouth, all she could do was moan and speak garbled gibberish.

Jeanne kicked her down. The CPU gave out a muffled groan as she landed on the bed stomach first, her ass hoisted against the air. Her limbs were retracted against her body, so there wasn't much she could do other than to anticipate what Jeanne would do next... This is what she wanted.

A hint of pride in her work, Jeanne found herself giddy and excited. With a doughy ass bent over and emphasized by the leather laces, how could she not indulge herself in such a treat? Jeanne stepped over and pressed her thoroughly lubed cock against the subby whore's dripping-wet fuckhole... Nice and tight, as slick as a slut's pussy... Her mind would be nada should she hesitate a second further. 

With her greedy hands roughly holding onto the whore's bubbly ass, Jeanne bucked her hips forward and rammed her cock home, filling up Neptune's hole completely and then some. Similar to how Neptune bottomed out at the start of the deepthroat long gone, she slapped her crotch against Neptune's, keeping the CPU's ass pressed against her waist. Her cock made its new home, nestling well inside Neptune. Likewise, the slut's walls were properly accommodating the intruding pecker, taking the cock's shape very well. Her womb even was violated, now serving as a catalyst for Jeanne's ever-so sensitive tip.

Their sighs, at first, were controlled. Given that they were half-tired and half-hungry for fucking, it wasn't so surprising. Jeanne relished the feeling of filling up such a moist and eager hole completely, giving Neptune's ass an affectionate caress. Words were not enough to describe her bliss - Having waited long enough, she eased her knees and started driving her pelvis forward, pistoning her cock in and out of Neptune's sopping wet slit.

Neptune, in her immobilized state, felt the protruding bulge within her belly. Her tongue would suckle on the deep ball-gag, causing her to gulp emptily, her moans a sharp but blurred cry of pleasure, rising in pitch each time Jeanne bottomed out in her fuckhole. Her eyes filled with tears, the droplets dripping down her cheeks as she had no choice but to lose herself to the carnal bliss. With Jeanne's cock driving in deep and hitting her g-spot every single time, her orgasm came at an unannounced time. Femcum was gushing out of her hole, staining Jeanne and the bedsheets obscenely.

Nothing else got her off better than seeing such a fuckable beauty underneath her submitting to the Jeanne D'Arc Alter Buster Card. She would spend the next set of minutes gladly fucking the CPU's mind into a puddle, openly sighing her pleasure until her breath was raspy...

But she had to pick up the pace at some point. Her gut tingling with an all-too familiar rise, she moved her hands to the CPU's shoulders and used Neptune as a pivot for an increased momentum. She wildly bucked her hips, coaxing out her orgasm with Neptune's ever-so tight and moist hole. She shut her eyes close, but she could picture out the depraved scenario they were living out perfectly... Her cock throbbed and in one thrust home, Neptune's pussy was basked in Jeanne's spunk. Her womb was filled to the brim, and when her insides could take no more of her cream, cum splurged out lewdly.

But Jeanne wasn't done... After a quick pull-out and a brief scan of a cum-filled pussy, why should she stop there? She jerked her cock back to stiffness and placed her body on top of Neptune's and she held the CPU by her belly. Without much need for aiming, she plunged the total measure of her cock into Neptune's bum, the tighter-than-tight hole proving to be quite the paradise...

Regardless, Jeanne pushed on. Her throat sore from all the moaning, she could only grunt like an animal as she fucked the poor CPU's ass with a need to mark this body, this whorish, thoroughly bred slut's body as her own. She mumbled the CPU's name again and again, surrendering to the degrees of pleasure she induced upon Neptune and herself. As her thrusts were carnal and instinct, there was no set pace - she would force her cock in, she would yank it out without much pedigree, just a raw lust to breed this... fuckmeat.

Neptune was in the volatile end of the tryst. She felt her gut being stretched to notches she had never felt before, her gasps were cut short every time Jeanne bottomed out. Her body was an internally quaking dribble of flesh, used and filled to extents she had never gone before. Her eyes had long ago rolled back into her skull, while her tongue was lewdly sticking out of her mouth, causing the gag to take her tongue's place inside her mouth. Again and again, she orgasmed, femcum gushing out of her pussy with hints of Jeanne's spunk. And each time she orgasmed, her asshole could only become so tight that...

Jeanne screamed. She roughly slapped the whore's ass, firmly seized both cheeks with her hands and in a final buck of her hips, her orgasm eventually came. She pumped and humped, fucking her climax into the wanton slut's bum, unable to control herself any longer. Her cum spurted out and was messily injected, causing a great deal of the fluid to stain the bedsheets and their bodies. Her orgasm rode out for what seemed to be a good, long minute until she was dry-humping Neptune's ass...

Pulling out, she turned the whorishly fucked CPU onto her back and spurted the last, weak jets on Neptune's slutty face. She was twitching visibly, still reeling from the two-fold lust-depraved fuckening she had just experienced. Chest heaving and her body a quivering mess, Jeanne herself couldn't stop from fidgeting involuntarily...

After recovering slightly, Jeanne helped Neptune out of the laces. The get-up was tossed aside, and the two fell against the bed once they were done. Fortunately, they landed on a section of the bed more or less clean from their sexual residue. Jeanne held Neptune close, a hand urging the CPU to rest in the valley of the Avenger's cleavage. Shortly into the cuddle, Neptune had reverted into her petite, human form, and the loss of height and weight caused cum to splurge from her slit and her bum... Jeanne would giggle at the sight, before losing herself to the stranglehold of sleep...

~~~~~ Quest Clear ~~~~~

Neptune woke up, still in the cradle of Jeanne's hug. She found herself blushing. Eventually, though, she noticed that her mistress was also awake, and spent the last minute looking down at her as well.

"Morning," Jeanne sighed. "Slept well?"

Neptune planted a hand on her belly. She still felt full, but her body was feeling... good, somehow. Like it had some sort of baggage that was dispelled during the session they had last night. "Best sleep I ever had. You... Did you enjoy it? S-should I have stayed in this form for the penetration part, or...?"

Jeanne planted a cum-slathered finger onto the girl's lips, hushing her. No words; just hugs. Jeanne didn't loosen her hug on Neptune, and wasn't content to let such a gem go... not just yet.

Neptune purred, nuzzling the woman's chest. Well, a few more minutes in bed wouldn't hurt anyone... Especially after a good, thorough fucking, Neptune mentally quipped.