His White Knight Epilogue

Happy Thanks Giving


Whitley Schnee the current head to the SDC, loving wife to Jaune Arc of the Miraculous Seven and a member of the Council of Atlas. He'd made numerous investments and donated and lent aid to the kingdoms of Mistral and Vale alike. If there was somebody that came to mind as the greediest in the world it would be Jacques Schnee. But as such he was his father's polar opposite.

Many admired him, whether it be his intellect, his beauty that would make most women pale by comparison or his work ethic that had propelled the SDC in new height both financially and morally. There was no doubt Whitley had succeeded his father's name, and while not wiping away the wrongs he'd done he'd taken many steps towards such.

Of course rumors were inevitable, affairs, shady dealing and all sorts of the like. Foolish as if Whitley wished to ingrain himself in such backdoors deal or worse incur the wrath of the Faunus once more… As for rumors of him having an affair. As if he'd ever want for more, Strong and broadly built like a lumberjack the Arc cut a powerful figure with rugged features and long shaggy locks untop his rough bush of golden stubble. He looked like a man, not the gentlemen of Atlas but a man's man. Who'd provide for his own and could make it through the wilds with little more than the blade on his back. And besides…

'Smack, smack'

Jaune was never neglectful of his needs. The Arc stud brought him down on his girth, Whitley pressed against Jaune's pelvis locked in place by his loving boi breaker as it buried deep in his ass in a Reverse Cowgirl position. Whitley cried out as he thrusted in, his arms through his legs and hands locked behind his head as his form was spread eagle.

Jaune went like a piston, never letting up as he fucked his little minx of a Schnee, ever since trying it both had adored Cox Knotting the little Schnee. The sheer control it gave his husband, leaving him completely in Jaune's power, his depth speed and sheer duration Jaune went all out filling his colon with load after load of boiling seed as he pounded away for hours his training making holding the boi up for his ass pounding far to easy in the Full-Nelson-like position.

Whitley begged and pleaded against her wants, his mind going utterly muddled as Jaune fucked him into submission like a good husband. After all it was his reward for a job well done, Whitley looked to the screen above finding his aura rating at zero while Jaune's had taken a tiny hit. Yet it was enough, Whitley had only recently gotten his aura unlocked after a extremist former member to the violent faction of the White Fang had made an attempt on him.

Of course Jaunes had stopped the faunus tearing him in half with a single swing or Crocea, but he'd been worried and after hours of talking he conceded allowing his husband to at least teach him the bare minimum of self-defense. Of course one never negotiated with a Schnee and came out the beneficiary. Hence came about Jaunes 'rewarding' his student when he'd improved and gods above was he enthusiastic about it. Usually not even waiting to get to their room when his lover had been left auraless and vulnerable, trying out dozens of positions then and there on the training mats.

Finally though Jaunes did give leaning forward as he let him out of the incredible hold but never leaving his loving little flesh pocket. Just as he touched the floor Jaune pushed him forward and then gripping his wrist as he begun with renewed vigor. His ass tightened the friction amazing as Jaune pounded away at him having a glorious view of his pale slender back and perky rump as he buried deep grunting and pounding away before finally peaking. Finally, reluctantly he pulled out and his seed shot out leaking down his wobbling legs. With a deep exhale he spoke.

"So, I think I like the Stand and Deliver, don't you?" Whitley panted nodding never being more thankful to mister Lie for his advice then right now. Jaune quickly made his way to the fridge grabbing out two bottles of water before tossing on Whitley's way. He couldn't help but stare at the boy his black spats still stretched pulled down to his thighs and currently stained white his shirt had gone missing Jaunes all but willing to tear it off. He admired the sight and Whitley himself smiled glad to see his interest wasn't yet gone. Turning he gave the slightest shake of his hips the estrogen pills having done wonders for his figure.

Small budding breast, a leaner slender figure with soft porcelain skin and a shapelier more poundable bubble of a ass. He looked over to the Arc a smirk on his face as his shoulder length locks cascaded down.

"Well then, now that my auras all used up perhaps we should get to your studies." Jaune groaned not ready for the migraine ahead but also never willing to betray his word and followed his eye glued to the Schnee's bouncing ass. Whitley smiled more than willing to give a show as they made their way to his study. Honestly anywhere else such a state of wear would be unthinkable but thankfully they had the whole wing to themselves Jaune uncomfortable with having servants had taken to cooking and cleaning himself something Whitley had begrudgingly little experience with. Looking away from his tight little ass as he spoke.

"So… how'd the charity ball go?" Whitley shrugged.

"As well as expected I suppose, most were too keen on making connections to the SDC or flaunting their lien around to impress sadly. And then there was Marigold." The tone left much to be desired and Jaune winced.

"That bad huh?" Whitley looked to him visibly irritated.

"I can only deal with such a stubborn man so much honey, honestly he was so obvious it was maddening. He didn't even understand what the charity was for merely insisting we talk in private with that stupid smile of his. Does he think I'd be such a unfaithful wife just because he can seduce some little Atlesian harlots." Jaune chuckled and in response Whitley glared.

"Oh, find my suffering funny do you?"

"I mean, yeah, after all how the guy reacted the first time he figured out you were a dude you'd sorta expect him to back off. Yet now he's all but obsessed with you. Not that I can blame him, after all, all that means is that he has great taste." Whitley smiled feeling his ego be stroked a bit.

"Hmm, yes well, Marigold is becoming a nuisance, perhaps my 'husband' could actually be bothered to attend our next charity, after all I can only endure rumors of our relationship being less than steady for so long." Jaune winced but he wasn't about to faulter now, he'd seen Weiss and her partner seem just a tad too hopeful recently after all.

"S-sorry, but me and Oscar have a buttload of missions and you know where pretty requested for them."

"'sigh' I understand that, but so do my sister and miss Rose and yet they attend more often than you or pines. Frankly there are rumors that you've taken the younger farmer as a mistress and Marigold has no qualms of using it to try to take me to bed." Jaune dunked his head.

"I swear me and Oscar aren't like that."

"Of course not. I'm not so petty as to doubt my husband's integrity."

Please Pines wants are rather obvious, he can only stare at my backside so often before I'd notice. I swear he looks at me like sister and miss Rose look at Jaune

"Regardless I do hope you'd attend the next one. It's for Beacon after all." Jaune nodded.

"I promise." He smiled then knowing it was as good as done, he proceeded to cross his arms shooting Jaune a judging gaze.

"I do hope you'll be able to actually speak to the attendees though." Jaune forced a smile.

"Sure how hard can it be?"

"Not too difficult I suppose, it would probably merely stay on topic over the economical difficulties surrounding the grimm and restructuring Vale. I'd imagine some thought would be given to the geopolitical situation."

"Y-yeah? Um… I got all of that." Whitley deadpanned.

"Honey I know your cute when you're being stupid, but perhaps looking a bit more distinguished could help." Jaune sighed.

"Yeah…" Whitley smiled.

"Thankfully the event isn't for several days. So..." With slight eagerness he forced open the doors to his study.

"So let's start hitting the books."

"Ugh, its Beacon all over again!" Whitley giggled.

"Then I suppose that makes me your teacher." Jaune greened overlaying Whitley with Port or Oobleck until Whitley pecked his cheek before leading him to the desk.

"Well then, let's get started."


Jaune worked on document after document, crossing what he was learning via graphs on dust and Grimm activities to finances for the SDC, workloads and the lot. Honestly his head felt like it would fry, and Whitley was going through this stuff everyday? He failed to see why Weiss and he had wanted this position, it felt less like an honor and more like hell. His head was killing him, but he couldn't stop yet, after all the same way Whitley had agreed to taking his training seriously at his request, he'd promised to take the SDC seriously as at least his wife's assistant/ bodyguard.

He needed to at least get the basics down, but gods was it a bitch to learn, also…

Slurp! Lick! Mmmm!

He looked down beneath his desk, watching as his wife showed his 'support' one painfully long drag of his tongue at a time. Jaune grunted as the boi's mouth enveloped him and warm lips wrapped around his cock preceding to drain him. Despite the 'very' stimulating distraction he went back to work, Whitley seemed to take offense to this and quickly doubled his efforts, being far less efficient in his cock worship and turning it into a dirty, wet mess of sounds as he worked his mouth gagging and moaning.

Focus Jaune, focus… Just think of a stream a calm tranquil…

'cough, cough' Suck! Slurp! Glug!

"Mmmm so much…" It was only for a moment that he looked down and saw Whitley, his mouth a total wreck cum dripping down his pearly white splattered lips as drool still connected his mouth to his burning phallus.

The paper crinkled and tore in his grasp and with the strength he'd honed over the years he tossed the dammed desk over.

Fuck the Stream!

Before Whitley could even look his way he grabbed him up throwing the boi over his shoulder and made their way to one of the yet unchristened guestrooms to give the boi the pounding of his life. All the while he gripped the supple flesh of his bubbly ass not waiting to hear him scream from their intense baby making sex, after all just because Whitley couldn't get knocked up didn't mean he shouldn't try.