A/N: Since you guys were looking forward to this chapter so much, I decided to post it a little earlier. I hope all of you enjoy some spicy teacher-on-student action.
Chapter Six
Tag(s): Groping, Fingering, Cow-Girl, Insemination.
Girl(s): Glynda
Words: 7,523
Jaune couldn't move a muscle for the longest moment, much less stand up from his chair. That left him to sit at the table by himself with the cold remains of his steak and an empty wine glass. Part of him considered fixing one of those. The bottle was still resting beside the table's candle. But he knew that wouldn't help him sort any of the many, many emotions running through his brain.
Everything felt so complicated suddenly. Jaune felt raw. Exposed. Like Glynda had taken every defense that he'd prepared and stripped them away until he had nothing to protect himself. Which, in a way, was the clue he should probably follow.
Everything felt complicated. But maybe it didn't have to be? Right now, all he needed to focus on was Glynda. And pertaining to that, if he was really about to follow her into her bedroom where sex would surely follow. He'd had his reasons for rejecting her. But maybe he needed to consider whether they were still valid and decide from there.
Starting with the biggest problem, he'd assumed that Glynda was mind controlled, and he'd been…uncomfortable taking advantage of that just because she was attractive. But now, it was pretty safe to say that Glynda had consented to about everything she could consent to. As much as a woman under his semblance could agree to be with him. In any case, she'd made it clear that she wasn't about to take off the ring on her own, and Jaune didn't have it in him to try and force the issue.
As far as he could tell, Glynda wanted him. And he was too attracted to her to keep trying to argue otherwise.
Of course, there was still Pyrrha to consider. He'd left her with a piss-poor explanation promising some kind of surprise because he couldn't find the courage to tell her he'd accidentally married another woman. And worse yet, she was still expecting him home tonight.
How would that make her feel if he didn't return to their dorm? How hurt would she be when she found out it was because he'd slept with another woman? Pyrrha didn't strike him as mentally unstable, but she was still a little too good at killing for him to comfortably betray her trust. His sisters had long since warned him about the dangers of a woman scorned, and he was liable to believe them.
But there was always the small chance she wouldn't be upset? It was definitely unlikely, but that didn't mean there was no possibility. She'd been so patient and understanding toward him up until this point. And why would his semblance have more than one ring if he was only supposed to have one wife? Glynda knew about Pyrrha, and she didn't have a problem with it. Maybe the magic worked both ways.
Yeah, that was doubtful. Unfortunately, getting to know Glynda had encouraged the same fledgling emotion that had endeared him to Pyrrha despite every instinct telling him it was a mistake. The feeling wasn't love, but it was the start of it. And he was just as disinclined to let it fade away, regardless of the fallout.
And really, that only left the baby issue. So he had to ask if he could really see himself as a father at seventeen? But instead of an answer, Jaune's mind conjured the image of Glynda's round cheeks framed in white silk. Which shouldn't have been an argument, but Jaune still found himself amending his previous question.
Was he prepared to worry about being a dad in nine months and simply enjoy himself until then? And you know, that was a lot easier to process. Nine months was a long way away, and that was if she got pregnant tonight. Glynda had admitted that she was getting up there in years. It could be weeks before anything stuck. Heck, months! Months of frequent, steamy sex requiring him to cum as much and as deeply into his newest wife as he could manage.
A dumb smile swiftly stretched across Jaune's face at that thought. He was still just a teenager at heart, and any consequence he didn't have to face imminently was much easier to forgive, especially when the road to reach it was filled with sexual gratification.
However, Jaune was more mature than he gave himself credit for. Or maybe pessimistic would be more accurate. But looking at the world through a half-empty glass had served him well through seventeen years. Enough that after a moment, he realized how stupid he would have to be to have sex under the assumption that his partner wouldn't get pregnant. Especially when he remembered the seven sisters that had plagued him his entire life.
But who knows? Maybe he didn't inherit his father's cursed virility. Maybe he was an average guy with average jizz who didn't need to worry about…-.
'Oh hell, who am I kidding?' he sighed, his grin taking on a wry edge. 'With my luck, we'll get triplets on the first try.' But oh well. There were worse battles to lose, and it wasn't like he could have avoided babies for long. Not with the way Pyrrha talked about their future family.
Besides, Jaune realized after a pause that the idea of having a pregnant wife wasn't as scary as the baby that would follow. That might be because of how often he'd watched his mother swell when he'd been young, bringing sister after sister into the world. But where the babies always woke him up crying, stinking in their dirty diapers, or were all-around terrors, he remembered how his mom had glowed with each new life she carried. How much brighter her smile shined as her hand stroked her stomach. And how beautiful everyone, his father especially, always called her.
Jaune tried to imagine that same ethereal glow surrounding his newest wife and felt something shift inside him. He saw her stomach dramatically swollen with his child as the gentle expression he'd come to treasure beamed down on the manifestation of their feelings for each other. Her hips were broader, and her large breasts inflated to match, but neither of that attracted him as much as the joy he could practically feel radiating off the imagined woman as he helped her fulfill her dream of becoming a mother.
No, he wouldn't have any problem with the pregnancy itself. If anything, it looked like he was almost as eager as Glynda in that regard, if the strange pressure swelling in his pants was any indication.
He hadn't known that was an…interest of his, but he didn't try and deny it either. If he was aroused at the idea of his pregnant wife, that was more likely to help him in the long run. Especially if it helped distract him from what was waiting at the end. Diapers, sleepless nights, and blonde gremlins that were seemingly determined to inadvertently kill themselves the moment they drifted out of sight.
"Fuck," Jaune swore, palming his eyes, "am I really doing this?" One last bid for his sanity to speak up and stop him before there was no going back. Two wives. He was going to have two wives before he was eighteen. And if Glynda got her way, with a baby on the way.
But it was a dumb question because he'd already made his decision. Which meant there was one thing left to do.
'Looks like I missed the last bullhead back to Beacon. Don't worry about me and get some sleep. I'll find a motel tonight and meet you guys at the restaurant in the morning.'
Jaune's finger hovered over his scroll before he forced his thumb against the send button, sealing his choice. Texting felt cowardly, but he couldn't hear Pyrrha's voice right now. Not if he wanted to go through with this. He would talk to her in the morning and tell her everything. And hopefully…she would forgive him for the lies.
Jaune pushed the lingering guilt toward the back of his brain, focusing on the bedroom door Glynda had purposefully left slightly ajar. The same dim lighting Glynda had set for the rest of the apartment glowed inside, intimate, romantic, and suggestive.
He was up and moving before he realized it, crossing the threshold to find his newest bride laid out in bed, still garbed in frills of white. One arm was propped beneath her head while the other draped itself across her curves, teasing the elastic band of her panties and all but taunting her husband to free her of them.
"That didn't take long," Glynda commented. Jaune didn't have it in him to feel ashamed.
"Like you gave me a choice," he all but accused her with a gesture, motioning toward her fancy underwear.
Glynda gave him the courtesy of following his gaze, acknowledging the trap for what it was. But recognition did not mean that she felt guilty about her actions. Some people used mind-controlling semblances to get into people's beds, while many others were forced to exploit the folly of teenage hormones. Glynda would not pretend to be ashamed for using all of her advantages to get what she desired.
"Hearing your compliments were wonderful, but you'll excuse me for wanting to see your attraction for myself," she demurred. "I understand your semblance has affected my perception of you, but I don't believe it works both ways?"
"No," Jaune shook his head." I mean, I don't think so? I guess I wouldn't know if it did, would I?" Luckily, he didn't think he had ever met an unattractive huntress.
It would have been another story entirely if he'd had this power back in Ansel. You could spend most of the afternoon walking around without finding anyone who wasn't drastically above his age or worse—drastically below it. Assuming the rings didn't work on women who were already married or couldn't legally be wed, he'd have been more likely to accidentally find himself married to one of his sisters.
He repressed a shudder. Oh. Okay, yes. Things could be a lot worse. Maybe he should be glad his dad never trained him like he'd asked.
But now was not the time to be thinking about his dad, and especially not his sisters! Not when he had a beautiful woman in front of him. And as he allowed his gaze to drift from her measured expression, he found the need to keep talking shrink.
Reaching for his belt, however, something made him pause. Keeping his eyes locked on the floor, he refused to allow himself to get distracted again as he spoke, "You know that I'm married to Pyrrha."
When Glynda answered, her voice was affable. "I do."
Jaune nodded, relieved. He knew that Glynda had learned about him and his partner before the ring, but he wondered if she might have forgotten in the excitement of the rest of the day. "And you're okay with that? You're okay with…sharing me?" Because he had to know. As much as he'd started caring for Glynda, he wasn't about to set Pyrrha aside for her. And he needed her to understand that.
"I am," Glynda nodded, "on both accounts. I'll admit that while I don't yet know your first wife on a personal level, I see no reason why we can't get along once we've had time to adjust to each other. From what I've seen, Pyrrha is a remarkably mature young woman and very driven in her career. I respect both of these traits greatly."
Smiling despite himself, Jaune realized he could actually see the two of them getting along. They were both extremely intelligent and talented women, which made him wonder what the hell they could see in a guy like him in the first place.
"I like to spend my free time reading comic books and playing video games," The young man blurted. "I'm telling you now so you're not disappointed later." After it was too late…
Jaune dared a peek, focusing on his teacher's face as she considered his words. And after a pause, she shrugged her shoulder, offering the same unbothered stare. "I'm not disappointed, Jaune. You're free to enjoy whatever hobbies that you like. I only ask that you show patience if I want to try and share them with you. I've never seen the appeal before but learning about them means learning about you. And I want to know everything about you."
"But that's not all!" Jaune insisted, frowning. "I can be pretty negative every now and then. And lazy. And I'm pretty sure I might be a pervert." The last bit was new information, but Jaune still thought it relevant if Glynda was going to know what she was agreeing to. "Are you…really sure I'm the man you want to marry?"
"Oh Jaune…," the hard edge of his teacher's eyes softened, and understanding dawned. She held his gaze for a long moment and considered her words carefully before answering, "Pessimism does not bother me as long as it's utilized for caution when warranted. Being lazy won't be an issue either because you'll have two wives to push you, and you wouldn't have made it this far into Beacon if you didn't have some ambition of your own. And as for being a pervert…"
Depth expanded inside Glynda's stare as she let her arousal rise to the surface. She wanted him and didn't mind letting that show in her face or on her body. Jaune felt his chest freeze as he fell into her allure. "It's my personal belief that a husband should be perverts for their wives. Women want to be desired, Jaune. And if there is anything special that you want to try…I can't promise I will be eager for everything, but it will at least be a conversation.
"But none of that really matters," Glynda finished, allowing herself a slow blink that showed off the long curls of her bowed eyelashes, "because I've already explained that I love you no matter what. Of all the things you mentioned, none of them would bother me as much as you being one of my students. But even that does not matter in the face of this ring, your semblance."
Jaune flinched like that was a bad thing, but Glynda couldn't disagree more. "Do not feel guilty. I don't think you understand how lucky I feel that you were the one gifted with this power. You are young, but you are kind. And I can already see hints of the man you'll become. Now imagine if the same semblance had been given to a murderer or any manner of criminal. I would still love them, overlooking all of their faults as easily as I can yours.
"I would have chosen the ring no matter whose semblance it belonged to, unfortunately. However, I am grateful that it ended up in your hands and that your first inclination wasn't to manipulate or abuse the power you held over me. Instead, it was to free me regardless of the consequences for yourself. And although I declined, that told me more about your character as a person than anything as trivial as comic books or your age."
Jaune couldn't look away from her intent stare, touched on a much deeper level by Glynda's words. He hadn't known how much he'd needed to hear them until he felt the lingering vestiges of shame lift from his shoulders. And when Glynda saw the difference in his posture, she nodded with approval.
"So to answer your question," the older woman's body language shifted, angling her curves until Jaune noticed. "Yes, I am sure I want to marry you. You are going to be my husband. You are going to be the father of my children. But most importantly, you are going to be the love of my life. Because that is what I have chosen. Because I have chosen you."
The blonde took a moment to let that sit in, realizing what should have been obvious the entire night. 'I never stood a chance, did I?' Jaune wondered, grinning mirthlessly. The truth slapped him across the face as bluntly as Glynda's figure was assaulting his senses. This, being here with Glynda, had been the only way this night could have ended. He simply hadn't seen it in time to accept the inevitable for what it was.
But that was okay, because Glynda had seen it. And she was much, much smarter than him. And right now, he needed people like that in his corner more than anything.
No more running, no more excuses.
"Love or children, we can't make either with you all the way over there, you know," Glynda teased. "Or wearing pants." The invitation was blatant, and Jaune felt his body react. Glynda must have too, if her sudden focus on his crotch was a hint.
Underneath his teacher's lidded gaze, he felt the same tickle of nervous energy flood his veins that he'd enjoyed when he'd first exposed himself to Pyrrha. However, he was happy to realize that all the experience they'd shared had helped his confidence by spades as his jacket fell to the floor, followed by his shirt.
It felt comfortable. Exciting. And the more skin he exposed, the darker Glynda's eyes appeared in the dim light she'd set for the room. Finally, his pants fell, and he was left in nothing but his boxers, straining against the excited length of his cock. And although he couldn't be sure, part of him thought he saw Glynda swallow at the size threatening his cotton shorts.
Jaune approached the bed with smooth strides. There was enough familiarity about this situation to keep him from freezing up, even if he could feel his heart beating against his ribs. The woman watching him was different, as was the bed. And as he crawled up palms first, he marveled at how much that small detail changed the experience.
It was quite a bit bigger for one, at least a queen size. And initially, he lamented the extra space and how he couldn't use it as an excuse to press closely against his lover. But then he realized he had much more room to work and wouldn't need to worry about falling off the edge for once. It hadn't happened with Pyrrha yet, but there had been a few close calls on their more passionate nights.
For the first few moments, he and Glynda just laid across from each other, staring into each other's eyes. Jaune eventually took the initiative to lean forward and capture the ruby red color of her lips, like he had wanted to all evening. And as the pressure behind the gesture increased, and the kiss lasted more than a few seconds, Jaune was surprised at how different it felt kissing a woman other than Pyrrha.
His first mistake was thinking he could treat Glynda the same as his first wife. Yeah, they were both women, and some things might be universal, but not as much as he'd assumed. Thankfully, Glynda was mature enough to explain after a minute or two of putting up with his attempts.
"Less tongue, please," she hummed before going right back into it. She didn't give Jaune enough time to worry about the direction, working her lips with slow and firm motions. The younger man still stumbled for a moment but took heart from the fact that she didn't sound upset with him. Slightly more cautiously, he leaned back into the motions, careful of how often he opened his mouth.
Things seemed to improve after that. Tasting her lips more rarely, Glynda's kisses were warm and soft, with seconds where everything else stilled while they held their mouths together with a firm press. Only the need for air forced them apart so they could catch their breath, gasping against each other's neck and hair as their hearts began to race with romantic and sexual incline. The pair used that time to slowly inch closer to each other until Jaune felt her knee draw up to brush his thigh. He used that as her sign that he could touch her, testing his fingertips against the narrow bend of her waist.
Jaune could suddenly feel the strength of her core. Muscles moved as she breathed, and the pale flesh rose into his touch. Starting with small circles, he was rewarded with her first moan of the evening, deep in the back of her throat. He tasted the vibration on her lips as she leaned closer, and he felt the tips of her bra-encased bust tickling his chest. The full size teased at him with their softness, begging him to reach up and squeeze their delicate shape.
Shifting the direction of his hand, his lips closed over Glynda's bottom lip when the tip of his pinky tasted the edge of her bra. Glynda's hand came up to cup his jaw, brushing his cheek with her thumb. The younger man leaned his face into her palm and slid the rest of the way up her body, making his second assumption of the night.
Jaune knew that breasts could be sensitive and needed to be handled gently. However, the size of Pyrrha's chest had always meant that Jaune got a lot more out of touching them than the redhead. In fact, Jaune had learned through trial and error that his wife could only enjoy it when he was a little rough, rolling the round weight against her chest and digging his fingers into their pliable surface. Her nipples were the exception.
Glynda's breasts looked similar, if not slightly larger than his partner's, so he had thought he'd been free to squeeze down and test their soft shape. The hiss of pain against his lips told another story.
"Sorry!" Jaune yanked his hand away before Glynda could reprimand him, watching her hand hover over the offended area as if to shield it. "I, um-. Be more gentle, right."
Still, his wife didn't berate him for stating the obvious, maintaining her patience even then. "Very gentle," she corrected naturally before leaning back in. Jaune answered, finally accepting that he had no idea what he was doing and needed to stop pretending otherwise.
There was not a third mistake. Or, none that serious. Jaune refused to strike out and didn't want to see how long Glynda would stay patient. Not when he didn't need to gamble. Focusing on his ring, the young blond was rewarded with the same connection he'd discovered during his first night with Pyrrha that had helped him map out the pleasures of her body.
Suddenly, he saw that he had been doing quite a bit wrong. And if it had been his first time, he might have let insecurity keep him from going on, too focused on messing up to think about going slow and learning. But this wasn't the same Jaune who had never kissed a girl. This was a Jaune who'd already enjoyed his wedding night once and had heard his wife cry out loud enough to wake his neighbors from across the hall. He just needed to take his time, and in doing so, Jaune began to learn what Glynda did enjoy instead of finding everything she didn't.
Kissing was one of her biggest triggers, he was surprised to find out. Glynda didn't rebuff him when he'd tried teasing the line of her jaw and sucking at her throat, but the blonde's body almost glowed during those breathless moments when they embraced, holding their lips together with intimate stillness while their hands stroked along each other's hair and shoulders. Their wine's flavor had lingered on Jaune's mouth when they broke apart, but the warmth in Jaune's gut had nothing to do with alcohol.
Likewise, he'd been right to assume about her chest's sensitivity. Attempting a much more cautious expedition, it only took a few careful squeezes through the sheer silk bra to feel her breath halt against his lips. And through their connection, he sensed the tight heat that suddenly focused on that breast's tip, which felt connected directly to that special spot still hidden between her legs. Focusing on her nipple had even more of a reaction as the young man started to pet the surface with his thumb while the rest of his hand gently tested the warm shape.
Jaune also tried a few things that had proven to work well against Pyrrha with varying success. None that compared to how Glynda reacted to her breasts. And the older woman still offered the occasional suggestion or instruction on how she liked being touched, which Jaune had learned to appreciate when he understood that the intent wasn't ever to chastise him. Glynda was simply a very direct woman and didn't have a problem telling Jaune what she liked. And he was never more thankful than after their encounter grew heated enough that he felt her burning core press against his leg, inviting his attention.
"Lower," Glynda attempted to control her tone as her breath began to pant. Jaune obeyed and was rewarded with a grunt. "Yes, there. But not circles. Up and down. Yes, like that. Thank you." Glynda fell silent as he put her instructions to use, peppering kisses against his shoulders as his fingers worked her core.
Jaune couldn't stop smiling. Fitting his hand underneath her waistband, he'd been greeted by a thatch of hair. Not that he had minded. Pyrrha maintained her curls as well, much to his delight. Glynda's was a little less contained but still neat and soft as he'd explored deeper toward her furrow. Finding a bevy of slick wetness waiting for him helped expose some of the excitement her face kept hidden.
He loved it. Not just because he was doing a good job but because it was Glynda. The more time he spent with her, the more he'd begun to see who she was as a person. But that didn't mean he'd forgotten the stern-faced woman supervising his initiation. And something about watching that reserved expression slowly crumbling beneath his fingers set his blood on fire.
She didn't mewl or whimper. And when she did make a sound, it was rough, deep, and like it had torn itself free against her will.
Her face managed to maintain its serene mask, besides the occasional wince or flinch. But she could do nothing about the blush blooming beneath her skin. And the longer this went on, the more she writhed against the bed, tossing her blonde locks into a tangled mess that ruined any pretense of composure.
And Jaune was the one who had done this to her. The one she trusted to see this side of her. Outside this apartment, she had no choice but to be Professor Goodwitch. An authority. Strict. Domineering. But here, in her bed with him, she burned like fire. Passionate, wild, and hungry for his touch.
Reaching lower, he pushed two fingers inside her sodden opening and felt her hands tighten against his hair. Her jaw visibly strained in clenched defiance against the choked, guttural noise that followed. That she refused to allow. And when the urge passed, her bowed spine fell back against the bed as her ruby lips parted to allow her panting breath.
Jaune continued stroking her throughout, slow but strong motions that ground against her silken walls with firm insistence. It was rough, much rougher than he was used to, but Glynda thrived on the treatment, spreading her legs wide to offer him access while her pulse thundered beneath her breasts.
And when his fingers tired and his arm started to burn, he collected the fresh dew he'd inspired and used it against the hood at her slit's swollen peak. It helped reduce the friction, letting Glynda enjoy the pressure and touch without overstimulating her center. And when Jaune recovered, he let his attention drift lower once again to stir the boiling cavity waiting to be filled.
But he didn't have to wait long. Trying to work Glynda up toward an orgasm, he'd accepted that getting her off with his cock on their first night was unlikely. He didn't know her body nearly as well as he was used to and understood his limitations enough to recognize that he wouldn't have the stamina to figure it out before losing his load.
Glynda had other ideas, however, and stopped him before he could push her past the point of no return. "Enough," she directed, moving her hand from his biceps to his forearm before he could assault her further. "I'm ready, Jaune."
She didn't beg. Jaune doubted Glynda ever would. She merely stated what would happen, and Jaune would have been foolish not to obey. As eager as her, he caught her panting lips in another firm press before leaning back to reach for her panties. He hadn't needed to, but as the first hairs of her pubes crept into view, he couldn't deny that he had wanted to admire his teacher's unveiling.
And she was beautiful. The sheer white material had to be peeled off her crotch, heavy with her juices. Falling around her knees, the bright yellow of her mound stood out from her flushed skin, as pale blonde as the hair on her head. Jaune had expected it to be darker, but the angelic shade appeared untainted with the exception of the musky dew matting the fur against her skin.
Ripping the underwear away completely, Glynda's thighs fell shamelessly open, as if Jaune couldn't get between her legs fast enough. She didn't shy away from his gaze, didn't insist on a blanket, and Jaune was thrilled by her confidence.
Not to say that he didn't enjoy Pyrrha's embarrassed reactions. Those were cute enough in their own way. Especially because it made it that much easier to tease her. But something about Glynda's boldness felt refreshing.
Jaune accepted her invitation, staring between her open legs brazenly. Her hair stopped short of her slit, keeping the skin on each side pale and smooth. The lily-white complexion made the darker red of her inner lips shout in comparison, protruding out like a flower in bloom. They were noticeably more pronounced than his other wife's privates and just as mouthwatering.
"Your turn," Glynda all but growled and attacked Jaune's hips, and she didn't stop until they were a crumpled heap by the rest of his clothes.
Expecting her to lay back and wait for him to mount her, the blond was in for another surprise when she advanced toward him, her pale breasts swaying in her bra as she crawled on all fours like a Saybr on the prowl. A firm hand forced his back against the mattress as she took her place above him, the heat of her sex split around the underside of his shaft as she perched on his hips.
Her lower half immediately started moving against him, rocking back and forth. She stared into his face, watching his expression as she bathed him in molten arousal. Hands planted on the middle of his chest kept her balanced, but Jaune failed to notice her weight, too busy marveling at the unexpected position to care about anything besides the slick sensation threatening to envelop him. Threatening, but despite the urgency of her motions, Glynda never hit the right angle that would let him find that special hole he'd been teasing earlier.
"Are you ready?" Glynda's eyes glowed purple in the romantic lighting, staring deeply into Jaune's awed fascination. It wasn't a trick of the light or an illusion. Jaune knew that now. It was his last warning that if he didn't stop, Glynda would permanently become his wife with all that that entailed.
At a loss for words, all the young man could manage was a fast nod. He'd made his choice, foolish as it might be. Jaune didn't mind the age difference as much as he probably should have. He was still nervous about the baby part, but the more Glynda touched him, the more eager he was to fill her with his cum. And while their time together might have been short, the fact that his teacher could resist his semblance had made more of an impact than her body, sexy as it was.
Albeit still under the influence of his semblance, Glynda had chosen him. She had chosen to love him, despite his flaws. She had chosen to keep wearing the ring, even though he gave her an out. And she had chosen him to father her children, terrified as the very thought still made him.
Jaune still wasn't confident that this wouldn't blow up in his face. But he'd said the same thing about Pyrrha, and look how well that had turned out. He loved the redhead…and he could say that now. He hadn't said it to her yet, but he resolved to fix that oversight at the next opportunity.
He still couldn't say that he felt the same about Glynda. But that warmth, that affection, and the tenderness he felt in his chest at the mere sight of her was enough for him to recognize that it was only a matter of time. How long would it be until he stopped recognizing his life before this woman became a part of it? There was only one way to find out.
Meeting his teacher's gaze, the young man appeared ready and eager for her promised pleasure. But not as much as his wife when she reached down to grasp the root of his thick tool. The size of him in her palm was enough to earn its own shudder, but she didn't allow herself to linger. After all, she had more on her mind than just sexual satisfaction. And as she lifted herself to fit his now slick member against her gate, all Glynda could think about was how deep he reached as her rear eventually met the smooth expanse of her husband's thighs.
"Yes," she hissed through clenched teeth, feeling the burn of her depths stretching around his girth. With the start of the school year, she had been too busy to pursue her love life for the last two months. Of course, it had been even longer since she'd met a man she considered worth taking to bed. But those days were finally behind her. And the love of the man pushing into her was as satisfying as his virile cock knocking against the inside of her navel.
She loved him. She loved the way he touched her. She loved the way he fit in her. She loved the way he looked up at her—like she was a goddess descended to grant him pleasure. But most of all, she loved the security of knowing that she would keep loving him, no matter what.
It was like love straight out of a storybook. The kind she'd had to learn didn't exist in the real world. But that hadn't stopped it from finding her in the last place she would have thought to look. And now it was hers. Jaune was hers. And soon, his child would be hers. Theirs. As soon as she worked it out of him and into her waiting womb.
Glynda began to move with that intention in mind. She'd needed a moment to adjust, but not as much as a virginal bride might have, allowing her to enjoy the thick shape dragging along her slick walls and the blunt pop of his tip smacking against her cervix whenever she let her full weight slap atop him.
He pierced through like a spear, and she had to keep her voice from calling out too loudly. The walls weren't thin, per se. But the teacher apartments were still apartments, and she had no doubt the faculty below her was already aware of the creak of her bedframe rocking against her floor. Unfortunately, Peter was only two doors down, and he was the last person she needed ruining her morning after such a perfect night.
Jaune took the treatment well, unused to sitting back and enjoying his lover's attention. Besides the blowjob, he and Pyrrha hadn't deviated from their normal positioning. Not that Jaune minded. It was far too early for the young man to have gotten close to bored of any kind of sex, and Pyrrha wasn't exactly comfortable branching out yet. And if they had experimented, Jaune knew that there was no way his red-haired wife would have been brave enough for something like this.
Everything was on display. Jaune's eyes drank in the image, loving how his darker shade of blond mingled with Glynda's when she fully sheathed him in her body. And when she leaned back, balancing herself in his shins, he got to see the firm plain of her belly bowed toward his face.
The strength of her body tensed every time she lifted herself off him, only to relax and let her softer aspects jiggle on impact. Each stroke along his length made the boy long to reach up and free his teacher's breasts from her sheer bra, but she never came into reach, forcing him to settle his hands on her broad thighs so he could feel the muscles flex and loosen in time with his pleasure.
Glynda worked herself hard, showing off what a huntress' body could do in the bedroom. But she was also pushing Jaune a little too hard. Up and down, up and down, she continued relentlessly while her slick walls clung to his shaft.
If Jaune were in control, he would have had to slow or worry about spilling himself right out of the gate. He had no choice here, though, and had to simply harden his will against the constant onslaught unless he wanted to disappoint his wife. He had no way of knowing that Glynda was far too focused on securing his orgasm to care about her own. Her pleasure was irrelevant tonight. They had a lifetime to enjoy each other's bodies and build intimacy. The only thing that mattered right now was scraping out the contents of her husband's balls.
And she was so close, too. Despite Jaune's efforts, she could feel him throbbing inside her. She could feel his hardness and the pressure building from within. Without mercy, the direction of her hips changed. Rather than just up and down, she started rolling her mature curves back and forth and side to side, swiveling her lower half on top of the young man. All while Jaune remained buried to the hilt in her strangling heat.
The effect was immediate once he felt the way Glynda's efforts made her internal muscles grind around his aching shaft and tip. And the older woman didn't stop there, shifting between the two different assaults until her husband thought his teeth might crack from how hard he'd set his jaw.
"Glynda!" Jaune gasped, eyes slamming closed. His fingers dug into her thighs, trying to wrestle control of her motions. But she was a professional huntress, and he was barely more than a civilian. There was nothing he could have done to slow her down, much less stop her. He could only plead and gasp as he felt her threaten to suck his soul out of his body.
"I can't-. You need to slow down or else-." He couldn't finish either sentence feeling the muscles below his waist clench. And seeing the moment of weakness, the dark pits of Glynda's eyes flew wide, threatening to swallow all their color.
"Do it," the blonde gasped, composure in shambles as her body sang and her breasts bounced on her chest. "Don't hold back. Give it to me. I want it. Make me a mother!" And just in case he thought she was asking, Glynda's hand reached beneath her bouncing rear to cup Jaune's balls. Without interrupting her stride, her fingers' long, delicate shapes began to massage the fleshy sack, desperate for what they held.
A gasp filled Jaune's chest at the sensation as he finally understood his wife's goal. It wasn't like she had made it a secret, but he hadn't expected the entire act to revolve solely around conception. He'd thought children were just something that happened as a byproduct of a couple's love life.
Glynda knew differently. Sex for pleasure should focus on pleasure, and sex to create life should focus on milking as much of her husband's seed as his body would produce. She was organized like that and saw no problem with her logic. Besides, when Jaune's will crumbled and she felt that first wad of cum splash against her depths, it was better than any orgasm he could have granted her.
Jaune never stood a chance. He'd improved since his first night with Pyrrha, but his stamina was still lacking on the best days, and Glynda knew exactly how to exploit his youth. Besides, he'd only been fighting so hard for her sake, and without that embarrassment looming overhead, he was free to let go and enjoy the wellspring of tension that had built in his lower belly. He wasn't even allowed to think about the fear he should have been focusing on when he released, pouring a torrent of energetic Arc swimmers directly against his teacher's womb.
And Jaune preferred it that way. Children, no children, what did it matter? Lighting raced up his spine, and color flashed behind his clenched eyes as the underside of his shaft bulged, releasing another thick collection of his genetic material deep inside his wife. His fertile wife. His unprotected wife. But before he could linger on that thought, another spasm hit as a weaker pulse left him, sapping his strength and higher brain function.
For Glynda's part, she didn't look like a woman who had been cheated out of her climax. Perched on top of her man, she radiated satisfaction, sitting completely still with him buried to the root so that she could feel each pop of warmth deposit itself beneath her bellybutton. And placing her hand over the pale dimple, her fluttery smile returned. Breathless, slightly winded, but broad in its excitement for the dream she had realized.
The satisfaction was enough that the older woman failed to notice the light shining out of her own eyes, deep purple against forest green. The internal glimmer had begun with the start of Jaune's climax until none of her original color remained. It swelled within her, much like the warmth of his release against her womb. Reaching its zenith, Jaune's body finally collapsed against the bed as the purple glow faded. It resolved itself on top of the teacher's ring, which had transformed to carry a small but perfectly formed amethyst-like crystal.
Oh, but she wasn't done with him yet. Glynda's internal walls tightened, not out of climax, but by intent. Experience allowed her to smother him in her wet heat, milking whatever drops might have tried to escape her clutches. The blonde teacher would not let them go easily, even as Jaune suffered beneath the extra sensitivity of his relief.
The two of them stayed like that for as long as they could, allowing their combined juices to settle in her femininity. Despite Jaune's muted protests, she kept working her muscles until nature eventually saved him, and his exhausted tool shrank enough to slip out of her writhing depths.
Glynda reacted immediately, cupping her mound and closing her thighs before anything precious could escape. With her free hand, she grabbed a pillow and laid it halfway down the bed. Perfectly aligned to hold her hips up as she laid herself beside her husband, whose breath still hadn't fully returned.
He had just enough energy to throw out his arm, allowing the older woman to scootch against his skinny frame. Glynda made herself at home on his shoulder, content with how the night had ended. Inside, she could still feel the weight of her husband's seed collecting against her womb. But more importantly, the small part of her brain that she had been able to separate from Jaune's semblance could feel the difference upon their consummation.
What had felt fragile and temporary had solidified, closing around her heart and mind with an ironlike strength that nothing could break. Another woman might have felt afraid or trapped, but Glynda drew comfort from its sturdy enclosure. Its strength signified her bond with Jaune, tied her to him, and served as a reminder of their commitment.
She was his now. But he was also hers. A joining of two into one, partners in life until death. Glynda had waited her entire life for that connection to a man, and now that she had it, she would protect it until Remnant itself shattered around her new family.
A/N: I'm really happy with how this chapter turned out. Writing Pyrrha shy and bashful was really cute, but there's something so much sexier about a woman that tells you what she wants and is bold enough to take the rest. And I can't imagine a woman that encapsulates that more than Glynda Goodwitch. Keep in mind that the fun isn't over, and Glynda's wedding night will continue in Chapter 7. I just had to find someplace to split the scene. Otherwise, this chapter would have been over 15k.
The good news is that this means the next chapter is already written and will be out in two weeks. I know some people aren't happy about waiting so long, but this is a pace for me, and I've actually been able to stay on top of updates for once. It feels good, and I enjoy seeing the same people commenting/reviewing what they think. DragonRider66, in particular, has been very consistent on this and a few of my other stories, and I just wanted to say how much I appreciate everyone's kind words. I do my best with these stories and it's very gratifying when I see people enjoy my effort.
Also, a shoutout to A for correctly guessing the position for this chapter. Hopefully, you weren't disappointed or "miffed."
Also, also, thank you to Densharr for pointing out a few errors I made in the last chapter. They should be fixed by the time this is posted.
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