AN: Warning that this does contain elements of consensual non-consent. If that is triggering for you then I would advise not reading. Thank you for the interest regardless!


Domestic Kink

"...and then Weiss smiles that smile she does when she's about to eviscerate someone and then she goes in hard." Pyrrha giggled softly as Jaune held open the door to their home. "I swear, I will never get over the sight of contract lawyers going paler than her when she gets going."

"Oh I remember that smile." Jaune chuckled as he helped her slip off her jacket, "she had it right before she broke my guitar… and again before she chewed me out at the winter formal… and again before she eviscerated me before Vytal… and when I got cold feet proposing to you…"

The two laughed at the shared memories of the pintsized, if eloquently speaking, wrecking ball that was Weiss Schnee.

"How is she by the way?" Jaune asked, allowing Pyrrha to slip by him into the parlor, her three inch, black glossy heels clicking against the hard wooden floor.

"Good. Apparently the first quarter profits were exceptional and it allowed her to deal with the remainder of her father's old guard." Pyrrha said as she stretched, her slit, backless dress hugging her curves, his eyes lingering on well defined muscles of her back and arms, of the way her scarlet hair flowed down her back.

"She is thinking about coming out this summer to visit Blake in Menagerie." Pyrrha continued, as she turned back to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "To discuss the possibility of backing several start-up loans and diversifying from Dust."

She leaned in and kissed his nose.

"Is that all you two talked about?" Jaune laughed as he pushed her back towards their bedroom. "Business and lawyers?"

"Of course not!" Pyrrha laughed as she nudged the door open, before she swung around and allowed him to unclip the dress. "We talked about how Ruby and Yang are doing in Vacuo, how Ren and Nora seem determined to populate the next generation of Hunters all by themselves."

Jaune laughed as she stepped out of the dress, hanging it diligently in its spot in her closet.

"Is she and Neptune going to make it to the dinner party next month?" Jaune called as he quickly grabbed some items from the bottom draw of the cabinet.

"She thinks so…" Pyrrha paused, slipping off her heels. "She really wants to see Ruby and Oscar again and Neptune heard that Sun is going to try and be there. What about Yang and Blake? Heard anything from them, dear?"

"Got a call from them before I picked you up." Jaune said, as he slipped behind her, his hands coming around to grope her large, firm breasts. "She can't make any promises but…"

He leaned down, his lips softly kissing the flesh of her neck as his fingers tugged and pulled at her nipples.

"But she said if it is anything like the last one, she an' Blake would fight a horde of Grimm and Cinder again to be here."

"Mmmmm… that's good… I missed them." Pyrrha gasped softly, her hands remaining still by her side as Jaune explored and played with her body. A moan escaped from her throat as his hands reached down, cupping her sex.

"Already soaked." Jaune commented as a finger probed at her entrance, before slipping in. "Nora said she and Ren are coming. Saph's already agreed to watch the kids."

"Those three plus Adrian?" Pyrrha panted, swallowing a moan of need as Jaune withdrew his finger. "How does she do it…"

Jaune stepped away back into the closet, grabbing the last item.

"She says Arc family genes." He grinned as he stepped back into the room, "guess it comes with helping to raise the other seven of us."

He took a breath and his demeanor changed. Gone was her goofy, slightly dense husband and in his place was the man she had helped sculped from that clay.

A Huntsmen.

A leader.

She swallowed the dryness in her throat and quickly averted her eyes.

"Are you wearing it?" His voice almost seemed to deepen with the question.

"Yes, Sir." Pyrrha answered, not looking up from the floor.

"Show me."

Her eyes still cast down at the floor, Pyrrha slowly turned until her back was too him, arching her back and with a quick, teasing shake of her firm, toned butt, she bent forward at her hips, her hands spreading her cheeks so he could see the emerald cut, of the plug he had placed there before she had gone out.

"Good girl. Stay like that until I leave. On the bed is what you will wear for the rest of the night. You have three minutes. Understood."

It was not a question.

"Yes Sir."

The door shut with a small click and Pyrrha quickly turned around. Spread out on the bed was her corset. Not the armoured one, but the one done in mockery. The red and bronze, cut away, leaving the bust open and her tits exposed to whatever Jaune had in mind that night.

Beside that was a pair of knee high boots with the brutally tall nine inch heels. They were shaped much like her armoured ones. Bronze and scarlet, but the metal was cheap, the colour gaudy and plastic.

Silk stockings laid neatly on top of them, quickly she slipped them on, careful not to tear them before putting on the ballet boots. She zipped them up to the knees and placed the little lock through the zipper, clicking it shut with a snap.

Next came her corset.

She quickly pulled it as tight as she could, before tying it off, making sure the laces were perfectly aligned and straight.

Her collar was next. Red and bronze. A pair of yellow arcs dangled from the D-ring. A clear reminder of who she belonged to.

She stood tall, hands behind her back, legs spread for His ease of access. Pyrrha had left her hair up and waited.

And waited.

The seconds ticked by. Then minutes.

She remained still.

Finally the door opened and Jaune stepped in. A glass of wine in one hand, in his other, her circlet. The same circlet that she had worn her entire career. The same circlet that was almost as much of a part of her as Miló or Akoúo̱. Casually, spinning around a finger, almost carelessly, as He paused to admire her like some art connoisseur admiring a recently purchased statue or painting.

"You forgot something." He said finally, before he tossed the circlet into the closet as though it was nothing but a cheap costume accessory.

She swallowed the reply.

He held up a ring gag. "I left this on the nightstand."

He shook His head with a click of His tongue. "Disappointing."

They both knew He hadn't left it there.

It was part of the game they played.

"Kneel, Pyrrha. By the footboard." Jaune ordered softly, taking a sip of wine before placing it onto the nightstand.

And so she did. Slowly, tightening her core to maintain her balance on the brutally tall heels.

"Arms out."

She raised her arms to the bed posts, keeping her eyes down to the floor.

He grabbed her arm roughly. Slapping the cuffs that dangled there onto her wrists, with little regard to her discomfort.

"Open." He growled and Pyrrha had to swallow another needy moan as she opened her mouth wide.

Quickly He shoved the ring gag in, buckling it around her head. Her arms secured, her balance teetering on those heels. She risked looking up at him. Drool already dripping down her chin.

"Pyrrha…" he said softly, the cold hard stone of the Huntsman turning to soft warm clay. "Can you snap your fingers?"

She made an affirmative, gurgling grunt but snapped her fingers three times to show that she could.

Blue eyes filled with love grinned boyishly at her as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Three times and it ends."

Another gurgle and a nod.

"Okay." The clay vanished, back to stone.

"Now I think you need a reminder of who you belong to." Jaune said with a lecherous grin, quickly He unzipped His pants and pulled free His beautiful cock.

"Now take it!" He barked before slamming His cock fully into her mouth.

Pyrrha began to choke as He brought His hips back before slamming them forward again, her throat tightening around it, her head bouncing off the back of the backboard as Jaune took what He wanted from her.

She tried to pull at the chains, but they held firm, her semblance useless. Her pussy ached to be touched. Tears dripped from her eyes, drool and spittle splashed down her front with every thrust.

Her mascara, so painstakingly applied, began to run, as Jaune thrust in again and again. Finally when she felt her breath failing, He pulled away and she took a deep shuddering breath. Coughing from the effort.

Jaune's cock slapped her across the face, still wet from Him using her throat as He wished.

"Is this it, 'Invincible Girl'?" He asked, mocking her title, before He slid His cock back into her waiting mouth. Gentler this time, but still forceful to remind her that she was His for as long as He wished.

"A few seconds and you are done?" He pulled His cock free, admiring how it glistened in the lamp light. "Frankly I'm disappointed."

In answer she pushed her tongue out as she looked up at Him.

He smiled and brushed her hair back before lining up His thick, pulsing member with her mouth.

"That's my girl." Jaune whispered, as He grabbed onto the backboard for leverage.

His thrusts were brutal, no consideration for her, or her comfort. Her head banged against the board with every thrust. Her coughs, her choking, her gagging sounds were mere background music to the grunts of His pleasure.

Finally He pushed in as deep as He could, Pyrrha's eyes rolling into the back of her head from lack of breath as His hot cum erupted down her throat. She struggled, but quickly swallowed His precious gift, she would not allow a single drop to spill.

Finally He pulled away, small droplets of pearl white dripping onto her chest. Mixing with the drool and the tears.

The cuffs rattled as He unlocked them. Pulling her up by her hair. She struggled to find her balance before He turned her around and forced her legs apart. Chaining them to the leg irons at the bottom of the post, before securing her hands at the top.

Her ass was forced into the air as His hand came down with a hard slap!

She cried out, not in pain, but in surprise as massaged the sting, squeezing her ass cheek. She let out a breath, only for His other hand to come down, hard and fast. Her flesh stung with the slap only to be soothed by Jaune's strong, but soft hands.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

She grunted, moaned and pleaded with gurgled gasps with each firm blow to her ass. Jaune did not let up.

He leaned down to her. His fingers teasing her pussy, playing with the lips, circling her clit which sent jolts of pleasure pulsing through her body with each and every circle.

"You've taken your birth control haven't you?" He whispered into her ear. "What if they're not real? What if right now, you're fertile? What if right now this heat…"

His hand slapped her cunt, sending a jolt of pain, pleasure and fear through her spine.

"Is your body wanting to be bred? What about your career? What about your tournaments? The pedestal? All to be thrown away?"

She shuddered as his fingers ran down her back.

The little packet, in the medicine cabinet, next to her toothbrush. Were they real? Had He taken that from her too?

Had He stripped her of even that?

Was she so far gone into this?

Did she even care?

"Well now." Jaune's hand vanished from her sex and she felt His long, hard, shaft poking and probing, before slowly, ever so slowly pushing it. Dragging out every moan, every groan, every sound that she could make with her mouth forced open by the ring gag.

"Guess it's time to find out."

With that He pushed in.

He took her.

He buried His glorious cock all the way to the hilt. He claimed her and took what He wanted. His thrusts were fast and powerful, His hands dug into the flesh of her hips.

She could feel the bruises forming beneath His fingers.

Marking her as His.

Claiming her as His.

She let out a gurgling scream as the first wave of pleasure over took her, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Jaune. Didn't. Stop.

He pushed harder. Deeper. Into her very core. She could feel the anal plug, working in and out with His every thrust. She could feel His cock as He forced it deeper into her pussy, into her.

Tears rain down her face, spittle and drool pooled on the bed sheets. Her breaths came and went in desperate little gasps..

His hand came down on her ass, again and again. She could feel the marks, the heat from each blow.

On and on He went. Thrust after thrust.

Another orgasm tore through her, ripped through her.

If only her fans could see her now. If only her agent, her lawyers, her publicist.

They wouldn't see the Invincible Girl. The living legend. The twice champion of Vytal.

They would see a whore. A toy. Jaune's toy. His little slut. Something for Him to take His pleasure from. To use as He saw fit.

She almost came again just from the thought.

With a sudden thrust that buried His cock as deep as it could go. She felt the warmth of His seed emptying into her, filling her. She swore that she could feel it filling womb. Her fertile womb. Taking that last little bit of control. Nothing had been her choice.

Her career was done.

She giggled.

Her legs spasmed with another bolt of pleasure as Jaune laid down on top of her. His warmth pressing against her back and the heat in her belly was the last thing she felt before she lost consciousness.


Jaune awoke to the smell of bacon, coffee, eggs and an empty bed.

He rolled his eyes fondly and quickly dressed. Heading into the kitchen where his found his wife of three years standing in front of the stove, flipping an omelet. She wore only her housecoat and smiled over her shoulder as she heard him shuffling into the dinning room.

"Coffee's already on the table!" She called out.

"You didn't have to do this." He replied as he sat down in his usual spot, the one with the view of the garden.

"I know. But I wanted too…last night…"

She paused and frowned, as she walked over, the omelet slipping from the pan onto his plate.

"Last night?" He asked, a hint of old nervousness bubbling to the surface.

"Was… amazing, but that seems so inadequate." She leaned down to kiss him, "you pushed me. You tested me… I went far beyond anything I thought I could… It was…"

She laughed at his squawk of protest, as she stole a piece of bacon from his plate.

"Perfect." She finished.

"I'm glad." Jaune laughed as the tension eased out of him. Weiss had been right after all.

His breath hitched in his throat as she kneeled down beside him.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and so green.

"But… what you said last night… is it true?"

Jaune paused for a second. He saw the look of hope and arousal that sparkled and the fear of the unknown that all mixed together into something resembling hunger.

Need.

Want.

He smiled then.

And the persona that Pyrrha had helped to create through discipline and training and that Weiss had helped to forge into something that Pyrrha had needed deep down, came to the surface.

Clay turned to stone.

He shrugged.

"That's for me to know Pyrrha."

Her eyes widened, a smile spread across her lips.

"So should we look at the guest list and come up with a menu for next month?" Pyrrha asked as she slid into her seat beside him. "We'll need to come up with something to help keep up people's energy… Or… maybe… we put that off for now… and instead… how about a quickie?"