Maid Service

[A/N: Saw some fanart that inspired a NSFW idea regarding Salter and Jalter. They’re a good pairing, and I’m glad I was able to write something. Feel like there’s room to do something SFW with the idea of Jalter-branded snacks, but that’s for another time.]

Saber Alter Artoria Pendragon knocked on the door. There was no response. Instead of knocking a second time, she took out a spare key she had been given, and unlocked it herself. The air inside was stale, and smelled slightly of sweat. The light was on, so the occupant of the apartment was in clear view where she had crashed on the couch.

Wearing only a black tank top, and shorts, Jeanne d’Arc Alter was sleeping in a position it was hard to imagine could be comfortable, yet she looked quite peaceful nonetheless. Her fingers were covered in orange dust, while the floor was covered in crisp tubes, energy drink cans, and paper pages filled with various kinds of art. Artoria picked up the closest page, and looked at it with a frown. The angry scrawls made it hard to tell what it had originally been, but apparently it had not met whatever standards had been expected of it.

“Hey, Jeanne,” Artoria called out as she dropped the page on the desk, and headed over to the couch. There was yet again no response. “Hey.” She shook Jeanne’s shoulder.

“Muh?” Jeanne grumbled, but didn’t open her eyes. Instead she tried to turn around, and hide her face under a cushion.

Artoria didn’t let go. “Wake up.” She shook her again. How carefree could someone be?

“Mmph…” Jeanne’s eyes barely opened, and she squinted at her ‘attacker’. “Arto… ria?”

“Yes.”

“Why…” Jeanne yawned. “You here?”

“You didn’t show up at breakfast,” Artoria said. It was rare for either of them to miss meals, but Jeanne got weird sometimes.

Jeanne perked up a little, and started to sit up. “Breakfast?”

“Over an hour ago.”

“You didn’t…” Another yawn. “Bring me something?”

“No.”

“Mrr… you’re the same as ever.” Jeanne tried to lay back down, but Artoria stopped her.

“Get up,” Artoria said. “And go clean yourself.”

“Don’t want to…” Jeanne mumbled.

“Jeanne.”

“Ugh… fiiiiine.” She slowly got up, and scratched herself a little as she headed for the bathroom.

Artoria sighed, and looked around the room. What a mess. Jeanne would pull these all-nighters once in a while, usually if she had some idea she couldn’t let go of, there was a deadline for something, or a convention was drawing close. Artoria wasn’t sure which it was this time. She should at least organise her pages. She started to pick them up, and place them on the desk, but it wasn’t her job to figure out which were worth keeping, or what order they went in. It was just displeasing to see them on the floor.

Jeanne returned with her face and hands no longer showing any traces of orange colouring, and her hair tidied up a little bit, but otherwise she didn’t seem to have changed anything.

“How do you live like this?” Artoria asked.

“H-hey, I don’t!” Jeanne protested. “Usually. I just… uh… lose focus when I’m drawing…”

“Uh-huh…”

Jeanne looked around the room. “Maybe I went a little far…” she mumbled. “Hey! Can you clean this up for me? Master gave you the Maid skill, right?”

Artoria scowled. She wasn’t entirely happy about Master forcing that upon her, but it wasn’t like it was hard, either. “Maybe. But not for free.”

“Figured as much,” Jeanne said with a sigh. “Well, I still have a fair amount of snack food.” She looked towards the kitchen. “I think. Unless… no, I probably still have a lot. Not a lot of money, though.” That had probably been spent on acquiring said snacks.

Artoria smirked. She had a different idea. “I’ll do it if you give me a blowjob.”

“Huh?!” Jeanne snapped around, and stared at her.

“I said, I’ll do it if you give me a blowjob.”

“Really?” Jeanne awkwardly scratched the back of her head. Artoria just nodded. Jeanne took another look around the room, as if calculating the effort needed. “I guess I don’t mind…” she said.

“And I want the payment up front,” Artoria said.

“Huh? Why?”

“Because we might make a mess, and I am only cleaning up once,” she insisted.

“Fine…” Jeanne grumbled a little, but she agreed.

* * *

It wasn’t the first time the two of them had done sexual things together. Maybe it was because they were both Alters, but they had developed a bond. It probably wasn’t right to call them girlfriends, more like… partners, maybe? They tended to hang out, and look after each other a bit. And had sex… somewhat regularly. For a few months. Nothing too serious. Probably.

Jeanne got down on her knees, and undid Artoria’s jeans before pulling them down. They were a stylish black, the same as her top, and jacket. Maybe it was stereotypical, but the both of them wore mostly black. Maybe some dark purples.

“Why is it already so hard?” Jeanne asked. The royal dong was escaping the confines of Artoria’s underwear all on its own.

“You look very arousing when you’re dressed like that,” Artoria answered.

So you wanted to bang me from the start? You could have just said, Jeanne thought. She probably wouldn’t have been hard to convince, and she didn’t like beating around the bush. At least she was getting something more out of it like this, so it wasn’t like she was complaining.

“I still don’t get why it’s this big,” Jeanne said as she set the cock free. Even though she’d seen it multiple times, it still looked excessive, especially up close.

“I have a good bloodline,” Artoria said.

Jeanne looked up at her face. “Wasn’t it made with magic?” she asked.

“Bloodline is still important,” Artoria insisted. “Get started.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Jeanne grasped it firmly. Artoria could get quite commanding, since she used to be a king. Jeanne didn’t necessarily hate that, though. She gave the head a lick to start. It sent a shiver through Artoria’s body that was pleasing to see, and feel through her hand. Then she started halfway down the shaft, right above where her hand was holding, and licked all the way to the top. After a few licks the usually stoic monarch already looked like she was starting to melt.

She’s really weak to this, huh? Jeanne smiled with self-satisfaction as she kept going. She planted a kiss, and sucked on the side of it.

“W-wait. Let me…” Artoria needed to sit down, and ended up on the couch. “You’re good at this,” she said.

“Shut up.” Jeanne had some mixed feelings when she heard that. Being skilled at something was good, but when that ‘something’ was dick sucking, she felt a little conflicted. She was the Alter of a saint, after all. Wait, maybe that means I’m supposed to be good at this? With that thought in mind she kept going, finally wrapping her lips around the head of the dick, and taking it into her mouth. The reaction from Artoria was gratifying. If she hadn’t already sat down, her knees might have buckled.

Jeanne started moving her head up and down, taking in as much as she was comfortable. She’d pull back regularly to catch her breath, relax her jaw, and give it a few licks before taking it back in her mouth.

“More…” Artoria moaned.

Greedy, isn’t she? Jeanne didn’t say it out loud. She knew what her partner wanted, and did as was desired. Deep-throating had been hard at first, but with practice she had gotten better at it. And Artoria seemed to enjoy it. By now she was even able to take it all the way to the base, though not for long.

“I can’t… much longer…”

When Artoria said that, Jeanne moved her hand a little faster, and focused on sucking around the head. She had pretty much figured out the king’s sensitive spots by this point, and used a couple of fingers on her pussy as well to help push her over. Artoria’s body tensed up, and then she let loose. The feeling of it hitting the inside of Jeanne’s mouth was still a slight surprise, even though it was far from the first time. Every time she somehow forgot just how much force and warmth there was in it. In order to avoid making any extra mess, she swallowed it down as quickly as she could, though it kept coming for a while.

Then she could finally pull back, and breathe.

“You were pretty backed up, huh?” Jeanne commented. It wasn’t exactly breakfast, but it was still kinda filling.

Artoria was breathing heavy. “I haven’t… since last time…”

“Huh?” Jeanne blinked. “But that was like a week ago? Shouldn’t you have… you know… squeezed one out?”

Artoria looked away. “It’s not the same on my own…” Was she being bashful? Surely not.

Jeanne felt kinda happy about hearing that, though. Maybe they should do it more often. Just to get it out of their systems. She’d read somewhere that that was important. Probably. She also realised that she felt rather warm down in her crotch.

I guess I got excited doing this. That wasn’t a complete surprise. “Hey…” It took her mere moments to make a decision. “If you want to get out a bit more, how about fucking me next?” She tried to keep cool while suggesting that, but couldn’t help blushing a little.

“Hm… you’re not getting any extra cleaning,” Artoria said.

“I wasn’t asking for that, you dork! It’ll work for both of us, right?!” Jeanne couldn’t stop herself from shouting.

Artoria chuckled. “Very well. Help me up.”

“I can just-”

“No. Help me up. Then lean on the couch to bend over.”

Jeanne had been about to say she could just ride Artoria while she sat down, but the king had entered her commanding mode again. Well, I don’t mind. It might even feel better this way, Jeanne thought as she did as instructed.

Artoria quickly pulled down Jeanne’s shorts, and panties. Seemed like she was quite eager. She rubbed Jeanne’s slick pussy with a couple of fingers. “Seems you are already quite ready.”

Jeanne squirmed. “S-so what?”

“So…” Artoria got her cock into position. “I can just do this.” And started pushing inside, without mercy.

Jeanne groaned, as her hands clenched hard onto the couch. Artoria hadn’t slammed it right in, but she had pushed the whole thing inside in one smooth motion. She had felt every centimetre slowly pushing her open. “God…” She exhaled once Artoria was all the way in. It wasn’t so big that it didn’t all fit inside, but it sure felt full.

“You fit me so well,” Artoria said with a hint of satisfaction. Or maybe even smugness.

Before Jeanne could make any retort, the king started moving her hips, which distracted her entirely. It was true that things had gotten a lot easier between them with time. The first time they’d hooked up Artoria’d had to take it easy because Jeanne was not used to something that big, but she had been gradually moulded by it, so by this point it only took a little effort so long as she was wet enough. And she certainly had been this time.

To think that… *slap* servicing her… *slap* was enough… *slap* to warm me up… *slap* I’m really… *slap* into her… *slap* huh…

She might not be ready to admit that out loud yet, but at the moment she wasn’t able to lie to herself, at the very least. The rhythmic banging of Artoria’s thrusts sent shockwaves through her pelvis, up her spine, and down her legs.

I’m already… cumming…

“Jeanne…” Artoria hissed, but Jeanne barely heard her. “If you squeeze like that… I can’t…”

Shortly after hot spunk shot deep into Jeanne’s vagina, which sent another wave of pleasure through her body. She wasn’t able to focus on anything else but the feeling filling her up.

Eventually they both calmed down, and collapsed on the couch together.

“I think I just… made more work for myself…” Artoria mumbled.

“Probably.” Jeanne was shivering, but that didn’t stop her from giving Artoria a kiss. It was in the heat of the moment, after all, so she could rationalise it away later. Her mind was currently occupied with more important things: “Once more?”

Artoria breathed deeply. “Yeah.”

~Wulf