Willow kept focused on the road as she took them to her home. Her blue eyes were hidden into the night, with the exception of the flashing lights of vehicles or streetlamps. As they further into the highway, the lights and passing vehicles were nonexistent. She explained to the blonde teen that she lived in a mansion outside of town. The villa had belonged to the Schnee family. When asking if the mansion belonged to her husband, she gripped the steering wheel, spitting out the word, "no."
"The man garners my last name because of its significance." Her hands shifted the wheel to the dirt road before them. "He could never understand the value and the worth of it all. How important to keep surreal, you know." Jaune listened fervently, hanging on each word. Each time she talk or move or glided her hands on the steering wheel. Even the slightest brush of her arm on his thigh, it made him more curious of the white-haired woman.
Not even once did he fathom that he was engaging in an endeavor with his classmate's mother.
"I want a person to understand me, my dear." Her tongue clicked, shifting the gears of her vehicle as they were on another path. Jaune didn't know that these roads existed. As a resident of the vehicle his entire life, he came to understand that some things were to be seen from his point of view unless he opened his eye to another perspective. Honestly he didn't got it. He had overheard Willow mentioning it in their conversation at the bar. "I want a person that I can show my love. Who can give me my love?" She put her hand on his thigh. This time, it was on purpose. "Can you understand where I am coming from, my dear?"
Jaune swallowed nothing. The gentle sliding of her index finger gliding down his leg arose his middle man. Even if he wanted to deny, his erection wouldn't. He was blessed that the darkness concealed it.
Ivy and ferns grew through the crevices of the old winding stone path, which led directly to the colossal structure. The mansion loomed proudly behind creaky iron gates, flanked by rows of skeletal trees crowned in crimson, swaying gently to the chilly autumn wind. At its threshold stood the delicate marble fountain, the soft gurgling of the clear water melodic as it resonated in the surrounding silence.
"This is us," she told Jaune. She put the car into park before shutting it off. She pressed herself to the passenger side and gave Jaune their second kiss of the evening. His nose opened to her pleasant, hypnotizing scent. "There's something about you, my dear," she said in between kisses. "I see honesty and genuineness in you." She gave him another kiss. "I want you."
The latter part of the sentence was entrancing to Jaune. Never had he engaged on first night encounter, but he wasn't going to deny the opportunity of being with an beautiful, elder damsel such as Willow Schnee.
It was too dark when the pair entered the mansion. Willow didn't waste any time to take Jaune to her room. As much he wanted a grand tour of the mansion, he decided to save it for another time.
The passion was hot as they made love in her bed. Jaune was excited and so was she. He couldn't contain the excitement in his pants, but Willow politely accommodated when she tasted his middle man.
Her insatiable appetite left him in a complicated position of confusion and lust. Her tongue displayed her hunger as she continued sucking on him, then a new feeling as she massaged his ass. Her soft, delicate fingers made her way into his cavern. She showed him something that he had never felt before. She smiled when she saw his surprised expression. She didn't stop there. She left his penis hanging, throbbing for more of her lips. She licked his pre-cum and claimed his lips once more. Jaune tasted his own fluid and it was nasty. It had a very salty taste. She instructed him to swallow. Refusing to say no to Willow, he swallowed his clear bead.
What happen next would leave him bedazzled in the passion.
She used her canyon to ride against him. She wouldn't stop. His eyes, his mouth, his thrusting, were giving her a multitude of messages to tell her to let him in. She didn't listen. Her hands glided through his nipples, rubbing and pinching it. He was sensitive, only intensifying the pleasure downstairs. Her love fluids were connecting with his fluids. They were emitting our lubricants to their lust and to their passion. His hips were getting tired of the thrusting. His mind flooded like a swimming pool, causing his actions to become a blank. Jaune was losing his mind.
She didn't stop. She rubbed and rubbed. When he alerted her that he was coming, she would stop; leaving him in the mode of frustration. Once my climax subsided, she would return. She did that repetitively until he gave in. He felt defeated and that was when she put his member inside of her hidden temple.
Her folds enveloped his member as they became one. With her hands gliding on his legs, she rubbed herself and grinded herself onto him as they were going to work. Her moans turned into a language of love. She was in a trance. She thrust deeper until he entered the deepest void a man could go, her nest. He felt the sensation; it told him to let her take control. He was hypnotized and he let his body go.
He closed his eyes as she took him away. She grabbed his hands to put it on her chest. They were soft like marshmallows. They were plushy. It took me to a memory when he had a plush toy that he got from his mom. Seeing the sight of her breast made him yearn for his mother as he suckled it. He placed my teeth around her nipple, with the hope of receiving her milk. He saw Willow bit her lip and sticking her tongue in pleasure as she licked his ears. She stuck her tongue in his ear, exciting his middle man.
Through the ordeal, they never talked. Just the change of positions and the sounds of their pleasures became their source of communication. He lost track of time. Has it been minutes, hours, days? He heard from friends that sex was quick. It is safe to say that these friends didn't know what making love actually did.
His thought halted when she cried, 'I'm cumming.'
She wrapped her legs around him. He felt a shear pain coming from back with her claws digging into him. It turned into pleasure as he spurted all that he had as he made a deposit inside of her sacred bank. Wrapped like a spider, he was her prey as she didn't let him go. He spurted until the throbbing stopped. When they were finished, she released him. She had a smile of delight. He took her by her cheek and they kissed before falling onto each other and entered their slumber.
He woke up a few hours later. He sat up as he felt the softness of his body with the silky suede quilt. Willow lied beside him, sleeping soundly. The thought of their endeavor was much exciting. Her back was exposed, spotting her back dimples. He wanted to lean in for another kiss, but decided against it; especially after their first night together.
It was pure heaven.
He needed to go to the restroom. Assuming that the master bedroom had a bathroom, he guessed that it would be at the open door in front of him. He carefully slid out a bed like a nimble cat. He landed softly on his hands. He tiptoed to the open room to head for the restroom.
Using his cell phone as an aid for lighting, he looked for the light switch.
It was a success.
He closed the door behind him to prevent having the light disturb Willow's slumber. The bathroom looked amazing. Stand-in shower with the projected jets, a jacuzzi tub, and marbled countertops with his and hers sinks. He sighed with relief when seeing the toilet. He stepped inside the room and released his urine.
Once feeling relief, he stepped out into the room. He pondered around as he realized that he had unprotected sex with her. I hope she has protection.
After washing his hands, he prepared to return to bed until something caught his eye in the toilet room. He had noticed it earlier when urinating, but didn't think nothing of it.
It wasn't often to have a cupboard inside of there.
He knew it was rude to investigate a person's home without permission, but curiosity got the best of him. Asking Willow and Oum for forgiveness, he decided to investigate.
He wish he never did.
He opened it and smelled an unfamiliar fragrance emitting itself from within. He grabbed the cell phone as lighting aid and stepped inside of the cupboard. He turned on the lights.
Inside was a sight that would haunt me for the rest of his days.
Plastered on the walls were pictures. They were images from magazines of teenage boys, performing either gay sex or with older women. He saw unmarked tapes, so he assumed the worst. He saw other pictures of younger teenage boys having sex with older women.
It was basically child pornography.
Jaune gagged and wanted to vomit at the scene of what he had witnessed. He saw something that overlooked his churning stomach that became the depletion of his judgement. As he looked further, he saw pictures of Willow with other boys. It was images of them kissing each other or having sex.
They were all blonde and blue eyed.
He backed away before falling onto a box. As he hit the floor, the box opened.
That alone, regret began to fill his mind.
It was images of Jaune in a scrapbook. Images of him playing with his friends, hanging out with his teammates, showering, sleeping in his bed, and even when he had alone time. Each time he flipped, it was like Willow had a playbook of his life.
He covered his mouth when he saw her final entry.
The picture of him typing on his laptop. The image was clear as day as he was writing the message to Willow.
"So, you finally realized what's going on."
Jaune instantly turned and saw Willow standing with a flashlight in her hand. She was wearing a nightgown. She displayed a stern look. "Have an explanation for me, my dear?"
He crawled backwards in fear. "Willow, this isn't what you think. I promise I won't tell anyone."
She displayed a smirk. "I believe that my dear Pinocchio is lying."
Before Jaune could react, Willow struck him in the head with a flashlight. He was knocked unconscious. As his vision fade, he saw Willow walked forward to him.
I want a person to understand me, my dear. I want a person that I can show my love. Who can give me my love? I saw it through you. From the moment I havesaw your face at the Academy, I knew you will be mine. Don't worry, you are going to be mine soon.
"There were others."
Those were the first words that spoke from his lips when he had came to. No longer was in her cupboard. No longer was in her bedroom. Those words became routine as he was currently confined in her basement.
Shackled and chained, only a small thin mattress and a bucket to urine and defecate, this tiny prison has been home to Jaune over the past few...honestly, he didn't know how long it has been.
He knew there were others from the looks of bones. Human bones that signified the departed. Human bones that were once living souls. Human bones that were devoured by the woman herself.
Articles of newspapers scattered the floor. That was the closest to bedding that he was going to get. It must have been a sign or a message for most of the articles included reports of missing boys throughout the village. He didn't recognize any that he knew, but he knew that Willow was a predator. Was he her next victim? That fear struck him into his brain.
The door opened. The sound of her heels alerted her presence. He retreated to the bed, covering himself. He was in fear. He was naked.
He wanted to go home.
Willow Schnee stood in front of Jaune. In her hands was his lunch. She placed it on the tray.
"Here's lunch, my love." She displayed that wholesome, bedeviling smile. "Don't be scared. I promised that it isn't drugged this time."
Jaune didn't take any chances. He stood in his place. Willow didn't flinch for it didn't matter. She kneeled on the ground. Her eyes displayed concerned. "I know what you're thinking. Why am I doing this? Don't take it the wrong, Jaune. Everything I have said to you, I've meant it. I really do love you. But in order to have you, I must free you. I must have your whole body, spirit, and overall, your soul." She tilted her head, fixing her lips. "You are so strong willed, Jaune. Part of why I wanted you in the first place." She stood up to walk to his direction. She leaned against the wall. "It wasn't on accident that you have found me."
Jaune looked to her. "How did I found you?"
She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Let's just say destiny has a way of connecting us." She began to uncloth herself. She kneeled to the floor. She pressed her nose to his shoulder. "I smell a man. But I see a boy. Which one should I pick today?" She gave him a peck on the lips. "Submit to me and I promise you good things." She kicked him to the bed. "But not before you make me a mother."
He closed his eyes. The smell of her alluring scent was no more. The smell of rotten decay matched her scent. She smiled as she forced her cavern on top of his member. She gyrated her hips into pleasure as she wanted to have a child with Jaune.
He reflected on the situation that led him to his fate. She moaned "I love you, Jaune" repeatedly. Even that was falling on deaf ears. He wanted nothing more than to turn back time and never tried to message her.
"I feel you entering me, baby," she screamed while grabbing her breast. "Make me a mother, Jaune. Break away your mind. Give me your everything. Give me your everything."
He felt the release of his milk entering her cavern. She musked in the afterglow. She kneeled to land on his chest. She remained inside of him, hoping to let his sperm resonate inside of her.
As he questioned his future on his uncertainty with Willow, there were some factors that he knew Willow wasn't going to have.
Jaune was too strong minded of a person to submit. He refused it.
When he was a child, he was involved in a bike accident.
"What should we name our child, Jaune?"
Willow should have came to him a few years earlier before the accident.
For it had left Jaune infertile.