Joan of Arc

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non?"

Joan asked as she broke a little from the sourdough and dipped it into wild mushroom soup, savouring the flavour as she started to chew.

"Mon dieu... That is magnifique."

warm bowl of Wild Mushroom Veloute, with truffle foam, and a slice of sourdough bread on the side.

The portion of thick, creamy soup was small to stop them filling up before the mains, and was paired with a Meursault from Burgundy.

"I believe the wild mushrooms were picked from the Palace grounds>

That naked race through the hotel, losing her phone on the way, just because she was so desperate to fuck Elle Kinsey.

She *definitely* didn't last long while trying to breed her~.

Just in time for a pause in the conversation, their next course arrived.

Their warm starter arrived: a small, >

boy, with his Xbox, as a woman who had consumed P1NK and been inside of you - I'm surprised I got more than one pump~."

The former Pope's beautiful smile emerged as she looked across at Elle. Her mind immediately jumping back to the day Daphne discovered France voted to return the monarchy.

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Joan's smile never ceased as she listened to the three people she adored conversing, ribbing, and laughing with each other.

It was yet another reminder that life was a gift, and that the people she'd gathered around her since her return were special beyond measure.

"In defense of this popular >

Pope's pale green eyes shot across the table to Elle, her smirk growing broader.

"... and you, my sweetest-of-hearts? What was your first time like~?"

and became engaged to a former Prime Minister and a reborn medieval heroine. I would say you came out of the fling better~."

Of course Joan would say that, as one of the women wearing a double engagement ring, one of which was given to her by Daphne.

Once the story concluded, however, the former>

Joan was also engrossed in the story, waiting for juicy details. A gentle smirk on her lips and her chin perched on her hand.

She still looked at Daphne like she was the only woman in the world, though, the same could be said about her fond gazes at Elle too.

"Oui, but you became queen >

That's my girl.

Salivating in the background.

Royal correspondents are predicting early summer, though when have they ever been right?

There has been a flurry of activity at the palace over the weekend, and rumours abound of an impending announcement.

Could we be seeing a date set for the Royal Wedding soon?

of her tongue.

The servers emerged, gathering empty glasses and plates, preparing the table for the next course of their fancy family dinner.

princess sneaking suitors into her chambers for a few sordid, steamy hours. Or... A stable boy with the tool to match his equine companions~."

The older blonde wanted to keep the conversation flowing, though the topics weren't set in stone. She simply asked what felt right as it reached the tip >

before reaching to take a sip of her wine. The next course would be along soon enough, but in the meantime she had her favourite girls to talk to; and entertain.

"We've talked first crushes... It's only natural we talk about first times. Ma Reine, do you remember your first? I imagine a young >

crotch.

"I know Mimi has a lovely garden at the new Vatican, it's worth seeing for sure. I think she is doing well though, rumour has it she'll be marrying a beautiful socialite soon... Thea-something. I forget her last name, but you should see her tits. Mon. Dieu."

Joan laughed jovially>

Joan herself had fairly green fingers, so to speak. Her little countryside farmhouse had a beautiful garden which she spent plenty of time in.

"You're not thinking of my farmhouse out in Domremy, are you?"

She asked, while her left hand nestled subtly between Claire's thighs; pushed to her >

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her bottom lip, before finally changing the subject. She didn't want Claire to burn up from the heat rising in her cheeks.

"Our current Pope is an adorable little puppy, and always has been, ever since I first met her."

Joan smiled proudly.

"Aww, she misses your taste~."

Joan snickered, before ceasing her invasion of the younger girl's privacy. Though, there was a flicker of arousal in her eyes as she slipped the phone back into her daughter's pocket.

"Did you two use P1NK together, or are you saving that~?"

The former Pope bit >

Lottie had been sexting Claire that morning, and... There was a picture.

Joan's eyes lit up the moment she saw it, and she subtly nudged the phone over to Daphne so her queen could see too.

"Adorable... She looks even smaller than you, Claire~. Are you the tall one in your romance~?"
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Joan was taking small bites of the lobster as Claire handed her the phone. She set it down on the table, smiling at the series of cute messages they'd exchanged.

"Mon dieu, this is adorable. Look how many hearts she sent you!"

The older woman cooed, scrolling up to see some other messages.

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minute~?"

Joan winked at Claire, before smiling lovingly at Daphne.

"Jamie said they were... Hmm... Practically naked the entire time and... Ah, oui, all over each other. Teenage love~."

The blonde sighed happily, her hand shifting just a little higher on Claire's thigh.

"But oui... Show us your messages~. I want to know all about this 'Lottie' and how you came to be infatuated with her~."

The oldest woman at the table grinned from ear to ear.

"Are you certain she has left the country~? We could easily send a car to the airport and bring her in at the last >

in her mouth... Or having sex with that same girl and her sister~."

Joan's hand squeezed Claire's thigh beneath the table, while smirking at the younger Kinsey.

"Among other ~terrible~ things of course."

Some of which she'd come perilously close to being charged for in court.

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the chance."

Unlike for Daph, it would remain that way for the medieval woman.

"Oh~? I heard that last Pope was as celibate and pious as any before her. She certainly wasn't spending most of her time embracing every sexual desire... Whether it is, say... Letting young, pretty teens spit >

Well then, that absolutely settled it. Daphne was going to get a very special, intimate present for her birthday this year.

Joan loved the playful banter at the table, beyond happy to just listen and take it all in.

"Ah, the same with me and the tanner's daughter. I longed for her, but never had>

In the shadows, stripped of sin.
In the shadows, deep within.
In the shadows, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡.