Chapter 7
Tag(s): Doggy-style, Breeding.
Girl(s): Glynda
Words: 8,437
"Brothers," the teenager panted, feeling the sore ache that lingered in his hips. He looked at his wife, exasperation meeting cheerful green eyes that still appeared to shine in the dark. "Did you at least leave me some bone marrow?" Because it felt like she'd taken just about everything else.
"Hmm." The blonde professor didn't laugh, but her gaze did twinkle, pleased by his response. As she hummed, her hand rose from between her thighs, confident that Jaune's collection of swimmers weren't going anywhere but where she intended. A few drops managed to stain her palm, despite her best interests. But Glynda didn't look bothered, staring at the sliver of clear mess before licking it away with a flash of her tongue. She soon settled against her husband, contentedness radiating off her calm features as his warm, sweaty body baked against her side.
Jaune had watched the whole thing, naturally, and wasn't nearly as casual about the ordeal. His wife ignored his stare for as long as she could, basking in the afterglow of their wedding night. But when he didn't relent, she was forced to turn her face up to meet his, eyes half-lidded in their exasperation.
"Yes?" she drawled.
"What was that?" Jaune's grin was nervous but very interested in the way husbands and boyfriends got when they discovered an exciting sexual trait about their partner.
"I didn't think to remember a towel, and I wasn't about to stain my good sheets," The blonde explained, only to remember the wet spot her excess arousal had left behind, resting beneath Jaune's tight bottom. "Well, stain them further, anyway." But the sheets weren't what was getting Jaune so interested.
"But doesn't it…taste gross?" Jaune hedged. But Glynda showed no offense,
"Not particularly," his teacher shrugged, nuzzling closer against him. "When I was younger, perhaps. But over the years, I've practiced enough that I'm at least used to the flavor. Yours was hardly the worst I've had to try."
And just when Jaune didn't think the night could get any better…
Jaune peered at the top of his wife's head, again marveling at how different she had turned out from Pyrrha. He still enjoyed the shy, bashful side of his first wife. But that didn't mean that he hadn't thoroughly enjoyed Glynda's confident experience in bed. And now it sounds like he wouldn't have to worry about pressuring his redheaded bride for blowjobs. Not when his second wife was so comfortable with the task.
Maybe he was missing something or was too dumb to figure it out, but Jaune was starting to wonder if having two wives wouldn't be awesome! What had he been so worried about again?
Even without looking at him, Glynda could feel his reaction to her words and allowed a chuckle to rumble against her throat. "I can see that news was pleasing. However, I wouldn't get too excited just yet." Her hand snaked down to the soggy mess of Jaune's limp dick, where she found the wrinkled sack below. Her fingers massaged the tender flesh as she continued, "I still need the contents of this special organ going to one specific place for the time being."
Her exploration ended as quickly as it had started, as her hand rested against his hip. "Perhaps that will be something you can look forward to once we've succeeded. It'll be a nice way to celebrate once I'm pregnant." And just like she hadn't needed to look at Jaune to feel him perk up at the idea of her lips on his cock, neither did she need to wonder about his face when she felt his body stiffen at the mere mention of conception.
"There it is," the older woman chirped, expecting his panic without deriding him for it. "You know, you held on much longer than I expected."
Which had been such a nice treat. Part of her hadn't been expecting the chance to cuddle with her husband right after their coupling. Considering the lengths that she had gone to coerce him into her bed, she fully expected some anger following his climax. Or, at the very least, some fear. But Jaune ended up surprising her yet again when the sudden seizing of his chest and shoulders relaxed, and he answered her words with a kiss against her crown.
"What do you think the chances are we got one on our first try?" He asked, sounding genuinely curious. Glynda felt the body beside her shift when his other arm came around to touch her belly, still lean and muscled beneath his touch. But the way his thumb stroked her pale skin made it clear that he was imagining her body in another way, swollen and round as her stomach was pulled taut around the bulging shape of his child thriving inside her womb. And considering she'd been expecting anxious silence at best and anger at worst, Glynda realized she didn't know how to react. So she answered honestly.
"It's doubtful." the words hurt, but Glynda was a practical woman first and foremost. "I'm not as young as I would have liked to be when trying for my first child, and I'm sure it will have an impact." It wasn't like she was a teenager, where these things happened by chance. Thankfully, Jaune had learned enough about being a husband by now to know that he needed to support her despite her casual tone and continued nuzzling the top of her head, familiarizing himself with the newly unique blend of smells that clung to her blonde tresses.
"I wouldn't be too worried," he sighed, resigned.
"And suddenly, you're an expert on female fertility?" Glynda groused. She felt him shrug against her.
"No. But I am an expert on Arc fertility, and I've seen firsthand how…potent we can be." That was mysterious enough to get a look as Glynda leaned her face so that one of Jaune's kisses caught her forehead. Seeing the silent demand for an explanation, Jaune smiled.
"Alexander Arc is my dad," Jaune supplied, like that was all he needed to say. And when Glynda's face didn't immediately shift toward recognition, it was Jaune's turn to be surprised. "You don't know him?"
"I know of him," Glynda acknowledged. And only then because he was one of the few Huntsman who had reached middle age without facing death or forced retirement. "Certainly not well enough to recognize his virility by name alone." Which was news Jaune hadn't known he'd needed to hear until his newest wife had said so. Glynda wasn't as old as his father, but they were close enough that a tryst wouldn't have been impossible before Alex had met his wife. Repressing a shutter, Jaune forced the image of his wife and father from his mind to focus on her sweet softness in his arms.
"Well," Jaune coughed, "what if I told you I have seven sisters?"
Glynda wasn't often surprised. And when she was, few people were able to recognize it. But when the long fan of her dark eyelashes slowly dipped down in an exaggerated blink, crawling back open at the same speed, Jaune's smile widened to show his teeth.
"Eight children?" the older woman marveled, her voice breaking. She tried to imagine it and failed. Just the idea of one sweet baby in her arms was enough to soften her heart to the point of breaking.
"I mean, two of my sisters are twins. So technically, that's still only seven pregnancies? But you have to admit, that's pretty potent. And I don't think either of my parents ever really had to try for any of us." Not when each addition to their expanding family came with his mother's exasperation and his father's poorly masked terror. It had been funny growing up, but Jaune was shocked to realize he could likely expect the same reaction when it was his wife and his child on the way.
"Quite!" Glynda managed to say, only to fall silent because the idea that Jaune had knocked her up this night wasn't as hard to believe. She held a new respect for the thick fluid he'd pumped into her, imagining it filled to the brim with strong, fast swimmers advancing on her womb that very second. Climbing her body like a viral wave that wouldn't stop until the mission was accomplished and one of them managed to find the tiny egg tucked deep within her body.
It should have been daunting. Perhaps even unsettling, when the older woman imagined that she was full of thrashing, living things. But to Glynda's own surprise, she hadn't been expecting her body to come alive at the picture as newfound arousal swelled between her legs, spreading insidiously through the rest of her body until she felt new sweat reignite the cold remnants of their first coupling as the tips of her nipples tightened in their confines.
It would appear that she enjoyed the idea of getting knocked up in more than simply the psychological sense. How embarrassing. It made Glynda unusually thankful for her stiff features, knowing that they were her only shield against her husband finding out about this new peculiarity. Or so Glynda thought. Because when she slyly attempted to peek in his direction, she was horrified to find amusement tickling his expression, mingled with the newly aroused embers of lust she had thought she had smothered completely.
She quickly looked away. But not quick enough.
"You liked that, did you?" Jaune's voice was in her ear, fanning the flames and pushing her heart into action. "Are you really getting turned on thinking about my cum?"
Glynda's features betrayed her as her pale complexion gave way to warm blood. There were no other signs on her composed mask, but Jaune didn't need them. Turning his grin against her jawline, he let his hands wander higher toward her chest, where he remembered to gently cup the swollen curves. It was the last thing the professor needed at that moment, and she couldn't stop the shudder that made her long sigh quiver from her flared nostrils.
"Brothers, I love when you do that," Jaune breathed against the side of her head. His hand switched breasts, making sure they both got the same attention.
Distracted by his touch, Glynda didn't think when she asked, "Love what?" When she suffered? Because that was all she could think about when she felt her body continue to react.
"Your face," Jaune admitted, laying a soft brush of his lips against her cheek. Just hard enough for her to feel their texture before he retreated. "I love watching how much you react when I touch you." It was unexpected, to say the least. Enough to ground Glynda ever so slightly as her eyebrows drew together.
"Are you mocking me?" she demanded. Jaune's ministrations stopped abruptly, but he didn't release her. Instead, he pulled back enough to meet her narrowed gaze, smiling back without fear.
"And why would I do that?" he smiled back without fear. And part of Glynda felt irked, remembering how easy it had been to intimidate him when he had simply been another first-year student.
"I couldn't say," the blonde's chin rose, appearing imperious despite her gratuitous cleavage and wild blonde hair. "However, I do know that no one has ever tried to call me passionate. And I don't appreciate you lying."
Glynda knew better than anyone who she was. And the dozens of men she had tried to bond with over the years hadn't been shy about sharing their opinions of her. While conventionally attractive with no glaringly offensive habits, her inability or lack of tendency to emote had remained the largest complication holding her back from finding that special someone.
Some had taken it in stride better than others, who attempted to flee before dessert could be served. But even those who claimed to find it quirky or cute changed their tune when they realized it extended to the bedroom.
Glynda had tried to express more for a time. She felt as much as the next person, despite what many of her dates had claimed. But for whatever reason, those emotions never managed to reach her face. And for all the resilience of the male ego, nearly all of her potential partners had quelled when they found themselves staring down at her cool gaze as they thrust themselves on top of her.
"I'm not lying!" Jaune insisted, apparently finding her discomfort amusing. His following laughter did little to improve her mood.
Huffing to herself, Glynda was prepared to separate from her seventeen-year-old husband and retreat toward her side of the bed. That was the wake-up call Jaune needed to stop and see that she was serious. Suddenly, long fingers wrapped around her shoulder, pulling him back into his sweaty embrace. His teacher allowed the gesture, which was the only way he could accomplish this. But she made a point of avoiding his gaze entirely.
"Hey," Jaune bid for her attention, leaning close against her ear. "I'm not lying," he repeated, sober this time. Teasing the ire from Glynda like air from a balloon.
"Look, obviously you're not as expressive as most people. Okay? I'm not trying to say you are. But just because people can't see it on your face doesn't mean you're not reacting. You just do it differently." Curious, when Jaune's thumb and forefinger captured her chin, Glynda allowed him to guide her face toward his. Suddenly they were inches apart, lidded blue orbs staring deeply into her emerald gaze.
Jaune's smile returned wide and confident. Because even when her lips didn't stretch, and her nose failed to crinkle, he could still recognize the cautious hope in her heart.
"I don't know what those other guys said to you or what they made you think. But all of those boyfriends? Those dates? They were idiots. Because if they took so much as a second to look at you, they would have recognized that they only needed to look at your eyes to see every thought drifting through your pretty little head." And then he kissed her, keeping hold of her chin as he leaned forward to feel the soft and pliable sensation wash over him.
Glynda once again allowed the connection, flushing furiously despite her best attempts. Jaune could…read her? He understood her? It almost sounded too good to be true.
"I…I tried my best to be direct," Glynda explained. Defended herself? Who could say. But if Jaune didn't understand her, she wanted him to. "I thought it would help, that they would appreciate direct communication, but it became clear that my efforts attracted more irritation than gratitude." Her head tilted curiously when she remembered Jaune's reaction to her instructions at the start of their coupling. "But you didn't seem to mind."
Jaune answered the implied question with a bright grin. "Are you kidding me? It made everything so much easier. I mean, after I realized you weren't actually annoyed or anything." And it was true. His first reaction had been to feel defensive. Hearing constant feedback without seeing there effect probably left most men feeling like they were doing everything wrong.
But that fear had shed away once Jaune recognized the truth. While sounding bossy and impatient initially, Glynda's instructions took away all the guessing he'd been worried about. She told him what she wanted, and he did it. And best of all, he'd felt her satisfaction when he succeeded. His semblance might help him understand what made his wives feel good, but he still had to play that awkward game of hot or cold before eventually stumbling in the right direction.
It was refreshingly direct. And Jaune quickly found himself appreciating this aspect of his newest wife above everything else she offered.
"I see," Glynda nodded. But only after a long pause spent with Jaune's nose pressed against her hair. Her eyes had fallen to the ring on her finger, taking note of the newly born dark purple gem set above the center of her finger with idle curiosity.
If she had been less distracted, she might have paid more attention. But for some reason, she was finding it difficult to locate that calm center she had practiced that allowed her the clarity to see through Jaune's semblance and its effect on her. Not because it had grown more powerful beneath the solidifying impact of their consummation but because of the newly born emotion that Glynda felt stirring in her breast at Jaune's words.
Later the middle-aged teacher would recognize that this was the start of when she began falling in love with her student. The ring may have warped her mind to make this moment possible, but the feelings it had produced were her own. Mingling with the overwhelming affection and devotion Jaune's semblance inspired inside her until the separate influences felt indistinguishable.
Oblivious to the emotional upheaval he'd inspired, Jaune continued without missing a beat. "Besides, letting a woman take control like that was…kind of sexy," he admitted sheepishly. "Especially when you did that thing—getting on top?" A perverted grin stole his face when he remembered how she looked perched atop him. "I've never done it like that before."
Glynda blinked to herself, jarred by the sudden shift. But it wasn't hard to catch up, finding amusement and pleasure in equal measure in her husband's fascination. "It allowed for deeper penetration," Glynda shrugged, composed and coy simultaneously. As if that was the only reason. But while that was one benefit, Glynda had also gotten used to taking control of lovers after so many disappointments for her own sake.
"Well, if that's all you care about…," Jaune perked up in more than one place. "I can think of a better position we could try. Adding a little more cum can't hurt, right?"
It was Glynda's turn to raise an eyebrow, turning her face up to meet Jaune's awkward grin. He looked like a child who knew he was asking for something that would get them reprimanded. The older woman immediately knew what he was talking about but decided some teasing was in order.
"And what position would that be?" her tone gave nothing away, pinning Jaune with her gaze like she would have any misbehaving student.
"Well," Jaune swallowed against his throat, cheeks flushing bashfully. If this were Pyrrha, he would have never dreamed of bringing it up. But it was because Glynda had shown him her easy confidence that he dared to speak up. "With you…on all fours. And me…behind you. I've heard it can be good for people trying for a baby."
It was also sexy as hell, which was his priority. Glynda's hips were just the right mixture of tight and mature that he would have made any excuse to get a better view in the midst of passion. And if that also meant he was free to grab and squeeze as much as he liked, all the better.
As if to punctuate that point, Jaune fed the boldness inside him as he allowed the arm trapped underneath Glynda's shoulders to bend until the hand stroking her flat stomach traced underneath her hip.
The entire time Glynda never blinked, eyeing him with the same impassive stare. Neither did she push him away. More than anything, she was surprised he was still interested. And barring that, that he was still able. But when her eyes glanced down, she was greeted with the sight of his bare cock reawakened against his abs. Not quite at full length, but it was getting there with every beat of his heart beneath her cheek.
Well…it would seem there were some benefits to falling in love with a seventeen-year-old boy after all.
"And you're sure you're not worried about getting me pregnant at all?" Glynda challenged, curious more than anything. "Not that I'm not thrilled to suddenly see you so eager to help, but I genuinely thought you would have felt more regret once you weren't so distracted."
Jaune's answer was a grin that showed too many teeth to match his too-wide eyes. "Oh, the freak out is coming." he nodded emphatically, "trust me, as soon as you show me a positive test, expect me to faint. Full on, crumple to the ground, waving a fan in my face, pale as a corpse, kind of faint. But until then, I decided not to think about it and to enjoy the fun parts while they last."
Glynda's lips pinched, holding back what she wanted to say. No matter how irresponsible she thought of her husband's reasoning, she was still getting what she wanted, and he would have nine months to work through any reluctance on his part. If this was what it took to convince him, she would happily exploit it.
"Besides," Jaune shrugged, seemingly embarrassed as he voiced what Glynda had been thinking earlier. "While I know it should be scary, it was actually pretty hot when I came inside you, knowing you could get pregnant. Changing diapers, waking up in the middle of the night to crying, and the consequences of a child aside, there's something kind of sexy about trying to get you pregnant."
Jaune's cheeks turned red at the admission. Did that make him a pervert? Some women might have said so, but Glynda was hardly in a position to judge him. Instead, she stared at him in quiet contemplation as the spark of warmth in her heart from before bubbled back to the surface. Suddenly she was just as eager to feel her husband slide inside her again, and this time a baby wasn't the only thing on her mind.
Glynda didn't say a word as she flipped her body, carefully keeping her hips elevated as she rolled onto her stomach. Bracing her arms close to her shoulders, her lower half lifted until the full shape of her rear was thrust into the air with her face remaining close to the mattress. Feeling the soft cotton against her cheek, she turned her head enough to peek at Jaune with a pair of dark green eyes.
Jaune watched it all, feeling the heat in his face slowly drain to more important vessels as the last of his erection rose from its early grave. Backing up to give her enough room, he had the perfect view of her tall, languid form displayed for him. But he must have been enjoying the sight for too long, prompting his wife to beckon him forward.
"Well?" she challenged, adding an enticing sway to her presented rear, "This is what you wanted. What are you waiting for?" Intentional or not, her voice deepened as she became affected by her own words. "Put a baby in me, Dearest. I want to feel you fill me up until there's no more room. Until I'm overflowing."
Her husband's response was immediate. Nostrils flared, the dark of Jaune's eyes nearly swallowed their crystal blue color as he rose onto his knees. Without hesitation, he found himself behind her, a hand on each of her pale cheeks as he gazed lovingly at her femininity.
There was a moment of shock when he realized that this position allowed him to see his wife's other hole. A first for Jaune in the case of either of his wives. Pyrrha would have been horrified knowing he could see so much of her. But Glynda appeared much more shameless, either uncaring about his view or aware that her exposure excited him further.
Grasping himself, Jaune aimed his cock at her entrance, momentarily imagining that he was placing his tip an inch higher. Glynda already proved that she was willing to try a lot that Pyrrha wasn't ready for. Maybe she would be willing to let him try that sometime as well?
Jaune smiled to himself, thrilled at the thought. And besides, even if she was against the idea, even if both of his wives were, who's to say wife number three wouldn't be more open to the idea? Because as the night continued and he started recognizing the benefits of a second wife, it was hard not to remember he still had three rings that he'd left hidden underneath his bed.
He shook the thought from his head as soon reason reasserted itself over his lust-filled mind. Women weren't things to be collected, much less wives. And he was already twice as lucky as any man had a right to be. He had Pyrrha, and his family had expanded to include Glynda, and the two of them were already more than he could ever deserve. Rather than fantasizing about asking for more trouble than he'd already fallen into, he should focus on the beautiful woman he had in his bed right now.
Jaune didn't bother with any more foreplay. He didn't need it, and Glynda certainly didn't. Grasping a handful of her rear in each of his palms, he spread her cheeks apart and exposed more of her treasures. The lips of her slit fell apart, revealing a few sticky lines stretching between the red petals left over from their first intimacy.
Hips surging forward, Jaune embraced the rush that raced through his mind as he felt himself become swallowed by his teacher's sex. Leering between their bodies, he could see everything in delightful detail as his head disappeared into her depths. Inch by inch, his shaft followed until he felt the soft tightness smothering his cock narrow further against his tip, finding the special middle ground where his wife's velvety walls tapered toward her womb. And still, Jaune pushed forward, fighting Glynda's body to make the most of their position and sheath himself completely inside her.
A grunt sounded from her other end while Jaune was so focused. He paused as he looked up from their union, taking a moment to steal a few greedy breaths while he regarded her state. The blonde teenager quickly saw how her back had clenched to match her hands, balling themselves against her comforter.
"Don't stop," Glynda's strained voice commanded. Pressed into the mattress, her tone was muffled, but Jaune could still make out the iron in her words. At the very least, it didn't sound like she was in pain.
'Besides,' Jaune rationalized, eager to follow his wife's instructions, 'she said it herself. She doesn't say anything she doesn't mean.' And wasn't that a nice change? No guesswork and no indecision. Just straightforward instructions.
Looking down, Jaune was gratified to see one more inch remaining before he bottomed out. Gripping his teacher's hips tighter, he gritted his teeth and fought her natural resistance, eased by the first load pooling deep inside her. He felt the warm squish of his seed spread around him and grinned. There would be more after he was done. Deeper than before. As deep as he could reach. And finally, hissing through clenched teeth, Jaune felt Glynda's channel end as her soft bottom touched his belly.
For Glynda's part, Jaune had been right about one thing. Her straining muscles were not because she was hurting. Jaune's penetration had gotten slightly uncomfortable as he neared her womb, but even that small nagging negativity felt insignificant compared to the size of him stuffed inside of her. She loved her husband no matter what. His semblance saw to that. But that didn't mean she was blind to his size nor unappreciative. And it had been too long since she'd felt something close to his size split her apart.
She didn't have any more room left to give. Jaune filled every nook and cranny, reaching places no man had explored and stretching her wider than they had ever tested her.
Glynda felt spoiled. Ass in the air and teeth biting into her pillow, she felt like her husband was spoiling her rotten as he stuffed her to her limit. Here she was, married, in love, and stuffed full of his cum. Who knew how much one's life could change in less than twelve hours? She really had gotten everything she wanted, which only made the fact that she still wasn't satisfied feel that much more gluttonous.
"Harder," her shoulder blades expressed outward as she filled her lungs. Jaune had already started a slow rhythm behind her, sawing the length in and out of her swollen pussy. Fresh arousal built around his shape as she felt every inch drag along her walls. But once again, Jaune had made the mistake of treating his newest wife like a teenage girl when she needed him to fuck her like a woman. Thankfully, she had already proven that she didn't mind saying so.
Jaune didn't flinch, taking the instruction for what it was. He and Pyrrha got slightly rougher toward their ends, but everything leading up to that remained predominantly soft and sweet. His redheaded wife made it clear that she enjoyed the sensation of him inside her and wanted to enjoy the slow intimacy of their connection.
But Glynda was not Pyrrha, and Jaune would be lying if he tried to say he never wanted to go a little harder. Easing into it, he picked up his pace until the sound of skin on skin started a soft pat, pat, pat against his wife's rear. Her response was immediate, thrusting her ass even higher into his crotch like a cat stretching its spine. And it still wasn't enough.
"Harder," she repeated, straining her voice around her shortening breath. She sounded desperate, impatient. And Jaune felt his crotch throb with approval.
Drawing himself up, he forced himself to remember how hard she had ridden him. The wild motions. The impact of her body against his. It had been rough, and his hips had been sore afterward, but it had felt incredible in the moment. That was what Glynda wanted from him, and he couldn't worry about holding back.
Jaune's stride paused long enough to adjust his leg, pulling his knee up until he could plant his foot on the mattress beside his wife. With more balance and a greater range of motion, his hands flowed up Glynda's wide hips until they found the narrow dip of her waist. Biting his fingers into her pliant skin, that was his wife's only warning before he slammed himself against her, eliciting the first full gasp from the stoic woman as her entire body was rocked forward by the jolt.
Reacting quickly, her hand fell from her sheets to brace herself against the headboard, pushing back before she found herself bouncing up the mattress. It was thrilling, and if Jaune could have seen her face at that moment, he would have seen the first hints of a true smile splitting her lips as she relished the tingling ache spreading through her hips.
Even if she hadn't moaned, Jaune's semblance told him how much Glynda had enjoyed the harsh blow. Rearing back, he slowly retreated until only the tip remained, allowing him to spear her through with the whole of his impressive length. Glynda didn't cry out that time, but he watched her back muscles clench beneath her bra strap and the way her nails tested the hardwood of her bed frame.
He repeated the motion again. And then again. And then he continued, each repetition slamming into Glynda a little faster as he retreated a little less. Eventually, he found his thrust pistoning out of his wife's cum soaked depths in a storm of quick, shallow pumps.
Jaune's breath thundered in his ears, second only to his racing heartbeat. He'd never been able to let go like this. To just thrust away as much as he liked, without worry for his lover. He might have been anxious if his semblance didn't reassure him that this had been exactly what his teacher had been asking for, filling her body with sharp spikes of pleasure every time their damp flesh slapped together.
And he was the same. Glynda fit around him so tightly, washing his cock in her soft wetness with every thrust. The smooth friction of his abrupt entry tingled up his spine, urging his hands to grasp her hips harder to match the impact of his hips. Selfishly and greedily using her for his pleasure.
It was a good thing that she'd drained him the first time. If he'd tried this before Glynda stole his first load, there was no doubt that he would have lost himself in a minute, if he had lasted that long. But for once, it didn't feel like he had to worry about holding himself back. And when he did cum, it would make his wife even happier. There was nothing for him to worry about.
So…he didn't. For the first time since he'd left his home to become a huntsman, Jaune Arc felt every ounce of worry evaporate from his flesh like the sweat beading along his pale complexion. He was safe. The people he cared about were happy. He was balls deep in a woman he would never have been able to touch in any other circumstance. And before the night was over, he was going to put his baby in her womb, even if that meant drowning her in every last drop he had to offer.
Did anything else really matter beyond that?
Jaune felt the involuntary rush at the thought, knowing how badly she wanted his baby. She'd said as much. And while it had been scary, there was something primal about this beautiful woman all but begging for his cum. A resource he was all too happy to give.
Picturing it. Her, swollen with what he put inside her, threatened his orgasm for the first time since they'd started in this new position. She was already beautiful. Tall, curvy, with a kind of poise and elegance only maturity and experience could produce. And she would look even more incredible when her stomach rounded enough for the world to see what he'd done to her.
Jaune didn't fight it. Heaving a breath, his posture fell over Glynda's prostrated form until his chest touched her back, with each of their lower halves left to hang in the air. He needed to be close to her as he felt his balls start to rise, feeling her hair tickle his nose as he breathed in her natural perfume.
Glynda met his embrace, turning her head until he could see the bright red features and teary eyes squinting back at him as she struggled to hold in her own pleasure. Without the pillow between her lips, she couldn't hope to hold back the sultry breath spilling past her parted lips, nor the gasps and whimpers Jaune forced from her stoic mask. He had wanted to ruin her, and he had succeeded.
"I'm close," his voice rumbled in her ear. Glynda's body reacted instinctively, clenching even tighter around him as if to keep him trapped deep inside her. But Jaune didn't let that stop him, thrusting harder against her natural resistance and making his large shape larger inside the older woman's hot little box. Glynda's eyes threatened to roll back in her head, but she remained conscious. Enough to answer his warning with a frantic nod.
But that wasn't enough for Jaune. She'd been the one to put these ideas in his head, and now she would deal with the consequences.
"Tell me you want it." His hands moved on her, sliding up from her hips to trace the taut line of her belly. Jaune smiled after a few thrusts, feeling himself beneath the skin, punching her navel from the inside. A little higher and his hand pushed between the sheets and Glynda's body, capturing one of her squashed breasts in his palm.
If he wanted her to form a coherent sentence, touching her chest was profoundly counterproductive. Fighting the new stimulus, Glynda couldn't deny the thrill his commanding voice instilled as she forced her jaw to work.
"I want it," she confirmed, her tone shockingly composed for her state. That wouldn't do at all.
"What do you want?" Jaune challenged, testing her limits with a firm squeeze around her bra. At the same time, his hips snapped forward, penetrating especially deep and smacking against the narrow end of her cervix. Both had the desired effect, forcing a sound from the woman no one would call charming. Jaune loved it, however, letting his weight settle deep inside her as he leaned against the entrance to her womb. "Be specific."
"C-Cum!" The older woman managed, gasping around the word. Blinking rapidly, the teary film finally fell down her cheeks in rapturous joy. "Baby. I want a baby."
Jaune felt his balls pulse. "My baby?' he pressed, rocking his hips against that special place. It would have been uncomfortable for any other woman or downright painful. But Glynda's arousal numbed any discomfort, and the psychology of feeling him so deep turned the sensation into outright pleasure. His words immediately triggered another vision of the green-eyed baby she would hold in her arms, and her body physically ached with want.
"Yes," Glynda practically hissed through clenched teeth, eyes widening with passion as she looked back at her husband. "Your baby."
"No one else's?" His hips started back up, filling the room with the same hard claps as before. But these became deliberate, each one smacking against the deepest part of the woman before he retreated.
The idea had been nagging in the back of his mind. The chance that Glynda would have taken anyone's baby if it got her what she wanted. But staring deep into Glynda's lustful gaze, an overwhelming sense of pride filled Jaune's chest seeing the rejection of the idea in her eyes before the denial could pass over her lips.
"Never." One word and spoken with as much iron as Jaune had ever seen in the stern professor. Her resolute conviction soothed the last of Jaune's hesitation. Powered by his semblance or not, this beautiful woman wanted him. She wanted his baby, and he was going to give her one.
"A son?" Jaune's breath filled her ear as she moaned at the idea.
Truth be told, the gender of their child had never concerned her, too encapsulated by the idea of any kind of baby to hold. But Jaune's prompt forced the possibility into her head. Of a young man, polite, well mattered, and adorable. Her son. And he would be nothing like the animals she'd been teaching for the last sixteen years. She could already picture a young boy playing with his father while she watched in quiet bliss.
Jaune would teach him to be strong. But more importantly, to be kind. He would learn what it really meant to be a man, with Jaune as the perfect example. Her job would be to ensure he was comforted, healing whatever wounds the world sought to inflict on her baby as he explored the dangers of Remnant.
"A daughter?" he uttered with his next breath.
And just as quickly, the picture changed to a beautiful young woman. One that looked like her but had none of her flaws. Who had her father's smile and light spirit. Glynda would have the pleasure of watching her grow into her own woman, dressing her in beautiful dresses and playing with her hair. And when the time came, she and her daughter would bond over all the trials and blessings of womanhood as Glynda helped guide the girl toward becoming an adult. Certainly, they would have a better relationship than Glynda had with her own mother. She would make sure of it.
And of course, she could already see Jaune assuming the role of a doting father, while their daughter gleefully wrapped her papa around her tiny finger. He would help protect her until she was ready to face the world, and would continue even after that.
Both were wonderful dreams she would love to come true. The question was, which did she crave more? Glynda knew that she couldn't answer. Either would make her happier than she dared to hope, as long as she got to share those moments with Jaune. And whichever child resulted from their union, she knew he would love them regardless.
The entire night had been about indulgence. Love, but indulgent love that should not have existed if either lover wasn't quite so selfish. So why should their conception be any different? Jaune didn't think it should, rolling Glynda's breast against his palm as he moaned, "Or why not both?"
'Yes.' Teasing or not, Jaune had no idea what he'd inspired inside of his wife with that simple question. They would have one child to start with, but she was not so old that they couldn't hope for more. Suddenly she was stricken with the memory of his words, "Seven siblings." And while she might not be able to reach quite so high, Glynda decided it would not be from a lack of trying.
Jaune felt the effects his words had on his wife. Rolling her hips against his lap, she was no longer content to lay there and passively accept his pleasure. He had made her promises, and she intended to collect in full. Reaching back, her hand found his hair and yanked him until his nose was buried in her nape. It was as close as face to face as they could reach in this position, allowing Glynda's sole eye to flicker between each of Jaune's hungry orbs.
"Yes," she repeated, out loud this time. "As many as you'll give me." Already nearing the edge, his wife's words finally gave Jaune the push he needed to fall over the edge, offering one last solid thrust of his cock against her womb before feeding Glynda her second helping of the night.
Jaune came with a long grunt, sounding closer to a growl as he felt his meager reserves dredge from his balls to spill into his wife. Humping her with each spurt, the power of his release slapped inside the older woman, letting her feel the life-granting fluid stain her fertile insides white.
Physical arousal aside, it was the hope of a child and the animalistic instinct to bear her husband's progeny that pulled her into her release. Quaking, trembling pleasure burned her veins like a fever as her nerves bowed before its overwhelming insistence. The added convulsions and pulsing strength of her core only helped to milk Jaune's already steady stream of cum.
It wasn't as powerful as the first; Glynda's original efforts had sourced most of that. But what he had left, he gave her. Leaving him truly hollow once the deed was done. And when his orgasm faded, and he was left to gasp on top of her, his now sore cock deflated like it had sprung a leak, flopping uselessly from Glynda's poor, abused hole.
But the teacher was far from complaining, satisfied with the newfound pocket of warmth she could feel settle beneath her bellybutton.
It was even more satisfying than the first time, despite the tingles that continued once the rush faded. It left her feeling heavy, lethargic, and terribly sleepy. Part of her knew she should return to her pillow, but the need to hold herself against Jaune swiftly took priority. Watching his sweaty body fall to her side, she didn't hesitate to follow after him, taking her place with her head on his shoulder while her knee curled up on his thigh.
Without his fat cock to plug her up, she could already feel some of his essence slipping out, but she chose to ignore it. With how much he'd stuffed her, she could stand to lose a few drops. Besides, it was unlikely that much could escape considering how deeply he'd planted it inside her. And if worse came to worse, and nothing came of tonight, there was still tomorrow. And the next day, and the next. She would not let him leave her bed until their family sprouted in her womb. Glynda wouldn't let him.
"I love you, Dearest," she sighed wistfully, sounding years younger. It felt so good to say, knowing without a doubt that it was the truth. She loved him with all her heart. And she always would.
Jaune heard her but didn't answer, already feeling himself fall under sleep's spell. Feeling her warmth against him, he curled his arm around her shoulder, holding her close. It might not be the confirmation she wanted or expected, but it was all he could give for now.
Later, that would change. Jaune could easily see himself falling in love with this woman. If not today, then certainly by the time she gave birth to their child. Maybe today had been a mistake, maybe he would come to regret it when the consequences were eventually confirmed, but those were problems for another time.
He'd spent so much of his life worried about the future. So much time wasted and hesitating, often making his life harder because of those moments of indecision. His life had only improved after he started making decisions, starting with the choice to steal his father's sword and run away to Beacon. It had been scary, but now he knew it was the right decision.
Pyrrha had been the same. Putting it off and trying to ignore her had hurt them both in the end. Turing her away had been one choice, and he was so glad he hadn't. And now, being with Glynda was another that he had weighed and decided upon.
He wanted Glynda. Sexually, although he had come to appreciate her more personable aspects as their date had gone on. She was a wonderful, if slightly mysterious, woman who knew about his ability but still chose to remain with him. And now that his needs had been satisfied, he wanted nothing more than to wake up in the morning with her by his side and feel the comforting pressure of her lips on his.
If Glynda wanted a baby, he would try his best to adjust. Maybe he would be the worst father in the world, but it would still be his choice. It would still be a step forward, and he was tired of standing still.
XxX
Waking up took a little longer for Jaune than most mornings. It wasn't every day, but Jaune was pleased to lean more towards a morning person than most, much to his teammate's chagrin. Even Nora didn't quite power up quite as quickly as her fearsome team leader.
This was not the case after his night with Glynda, and Jaune took his time drifting back and forth in and out of sleep. He'd been too warm to move the first time, still trapped beneath Glynda's soft figure. He'd opened his eyes enough to see that the woman was composed even when unconscious, earning a small chuckle before fading back into slumber's embrace.
This repeated twice more, the bedroom slightly brighter each time as the sun rose in the far window. And on the third, Jaune only stirred because he noticed his sleeping companion's weight was painfully absent beside him. And her warmth. Sleeping on top of the blankets was far too cold without another body, and he found the choice taken from him as he rose, groaning all the while.
A strenuous workout meant sore muscles, and Glynda had been far more demanding on him than even Pyrrha's harsh training. Still, Jaune faced the soreness with a much brighter smile, enjoying the lingering aches and pains.
Sitting up on the mattress, Jaune scratched the back of his head, taking a moment to absorb the other night's events. He'd walked in with every intention of a divorce, and now he was waking up potentially a father, even if it would be a few weeks before they knew if anything caught on.
It didn't feel real, but that would change in time. All it would take was a few days of Glynda's company, a few more kisses, and definitely a few more nights like the other night, and his teacher's affection would become his new normal. That was how it had worked with Pyrrha, anyway. And until then, he had his ring to remind him.
Looking at his hand, he'd half expected to see a second ring on another finger. After his wedding night with Pyrrha, he'd woken up wearing a golden band slightly thicker than what had manifested on her hand, sporting the same green gem that had appeared on her ring after sex. But this was not the case. Instead, he curiously tilted his original ring to see it now bore a second, purple stone to the right of Pyrrha's emerald, signifying his and his teacher's bond to each other.
He still didn't understand their purpose or if they had any beyond a physical representation of his semblance, but Jaune decided he liked seeing it when he looked down. And admiring the amethyst-like gem, he felt the impression of his newest wife wash over him. Stable and reliable. It was comforting and only made him want to find the real thing as soon as possible.
Yawning, his next breath discovered the delicious smell of breakfast lingering in the air. 'Huh, Glynda must not be as bad of a cook as she'd tried to claim.' He smiled, content knowing that his wife was still close. And despite his initial unease about the situation, he wanted nothing more than to shuffle into the living room and wrap his arms around the blonde woman.
Without bothering with the rest of his clothes, Jaune satisfied his modesty by digging his boxers out of the crumpled heap that used to be his pants. Chest and legs bare, he opened the door leading out into the small apartment, half expecting to see his teacher in a fluffy robe, dutifully coaxing scrambled eggs around a pan. The idyllic man's fantasy after a night of passionate lovemaking.
Reality was never as kind.
"Hello, Dear," Glynda greeted him over her cup of coffee. Sitting at the small table beside her kitchen, the decorations from the other night were nowhere to be seen, leaving a simple oak table with matching chairs. Jaune hardly noticed, far too focused on the second woman sitting across from his newest wife. His first wife.
Pyrrha smiled. "Good morning, Honey."
A/N: You all are so lucky that I had this chapter written and partially edited ahead of time. Baldur's Gate 3 has me in a vice, and if this chapter had needed any serious work, it would have gotten postponed. No question. Having so much fun playing my Tiefling sorcerer and I have to physically stop myself from making new characters just to try all the classes and races. My entire DnD group almost cancelled our last session just because everyone would have rather kept playing.
Anyway, a lot of people seemed interested in how Pyrrha was going to react to everything with Glynda. Hopefully they'll look forward to the next chapter. I won't promise a lot of drama, but we do get to see how she and Glynda interact a little and some more insight into Jaune's Semblance. And thankfully, it's already written so you'll get to read it for yourself in two weeks and I'll get to keep playing Balder's Gate every waking moment without feeling too guilty.
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