Jaune wasn't exactly sure what to say in reply to Cinder. He did have a quickly growing list of things he concluded he should not say, including: 'Where do I sign?', 'The spy suit stays on.', 'If I'm drywall, you're hardtack.' (this would be purely out of spite, there were few women that Jaune considered as attractive as Cinder, and he did not like lying unless it was to the entity currently referred to as Miltia Malachite), and 'Woo'.
Reaching onto a metaphorical coat rack, Jaune donned his best customer-facing hat and replied with a face straight enough to be removed from any safe space within 10 miles.
"I can do that." He replied easily. Or at least what he really, truly hoped looked like ease to Cinder. His heart practically pounded. He wasn't sure what benevolent god had seen fit to make this the day where he started to fuck any woman that he came across, but he was going to leave offerings out every day for them (the god- not the women).
"Good. I will compensate you well, of course. To ensure that there will be no difficulties when the time comes, remove your pants and underwear."
Jaune had never been asked to strip in such an indirect and unlascivious manner, but he did as she asked. It was incredibly odd to be naked from the waist down in his little cafe-
Actually, it wasn't odd at all, now that Jaune thought about it, given the events prior that day, but he wanted to convince himself that it was. He wasn't sure how long he would last if this kind of day kept on repeating. He'd be a dried husk in a week, perhaps less. So Jaune convinced himself that it was utterly insane to be in just a shirt in front of someone whom he considered very much to be one of his closest friends. Even if that person had wanted the downfall of humanity, he tried to ignore that at this moment because there was a good chance he was going to get to pound what most men would account as a very nice ass and perhaps more if luck was on his side.
And, somewhat paradoxically, his recent escapades had only made him crave pleasures of the flesh more, rather than less. And he was fairly certain that Cinder would oblige him there if her generous curves, a face that a model would kill for, and legs that just kept on going were anything to go by. He got hard as she crossed her legs, giving him a view of their musculature, their tone.
"Hmm. Adequate." Cinder said, inspecting Jaune's dick like he was a poodle at a dog show if the poodle was just a guy and the inspector was checking more angles of his dick than a dodecahedron. "It should suffice. Have you impregnated any other women? Have you had a sperm count done?"
Jaune couldn't help but get harder, his dick throbbing both at Cinder's question and her touch. Her hands were impossibly soft, and though they were more rough than he would like on his dick, they were certainly not unpleasant. If Cinder noticed his throbbing, she made no note or movement recognizing it.
"No?" Jaune offered. He hadn't been expecting a physical when he agreed to breed Cinder, but this was certainly feeling like one. He half expected her to ask him to cough after clutching his balls. And while she didn't ask him to cough, she certainly massaged his gonads, feeling them without reserve like she was checking the status of some vegetable that she was planning to buy at the market. A delighted vegetable at that.
"Testes also seem adequate," Cinder said more to herself than to Jaune, removing her hands from his privates.
Jaune felt more like a fool than anything else as he repantsed himself for the umpteenth time that day.
"The rules of our engagement: You will tell absolutely no one of what transpires," Cinder said. The 'or you'll be found dead' was left both said and unsaid. "You will never speak to me about this engagement after the fact. This is not a declaration of love or attraction, you are simply the most convenient man for the task. We will continue to copulate in an irregular manner to prevent laxness and suspicion until I am certain of pregnancy. After which I will bring the baby to term and raise it by myself. If you wish, I will allow you to visit the child once a month, although you will under no circumstances reveal your paternal status. If at some point I wish for another child and I believe the first is progressing adequately, I will approach you with another, potentially similar verbal contract. There can be no written contract to prevent a paper trail and will have to be bound by our word. Do you have any questions or issues with these terms?"
Jaune was stunned. This whole interaction had been odd, but these last terms were really what made him conflicted. On the one hand, he'd never have a real loving relationship with his children- which at this rate he was going to have with Cinder, it was simply a matter of time. They'd never have a father, or at least truly know that it was him. He'd never be able to play catch with them, teach them how to ride a bike or the trade of a huntsman (not that he'd be able to do that with his barista skill set anyway). A melancholy filled him. Could he truly go through with this? Sacrifice a vital part of his children's life for money and a good time? He thought of himself as a better person than that, he'd have to politely decline Cinder's proposal or rework the terms to be more humane.
Cinder rolled her eyes as if reading his true thoughts. "Rest assured that I will not ask for child support."
"Oh, then sure." Jaune finally answered, with a sigh of relief. "When do you want to do it?"
Cinder paused, tapping her cheek and casually meeting his eye.
"Are you able to do so now? I'd like to have my heir as soon as possible."
Jaune had to crouch forward a little to make his boner somewhat less obvious. Cinder talking unabashedly about how he was going to breed her was hitting some points that he didn't know he had. Especially with the clinical way she was doing it, completely unlike Velvet who had been quite red in the face when requesting his children.
He supposed Neo had indirectly asked for his children too, and Jaune was struck momentarily with the thought that in less than a year, he might be receiving quite a few requests for child support. Unfortunately, the idea of impregnating no less than three women at the same time was enough to make Jaune rock hard and also unreasonably optimistic about his future, so he waved goodbye to a problem that would continue to sneak up on him.
"Sure. Did you want to do it here, or…"
Cinder gave him a flat look. "I'd prefer a place where we'll be able to breed uninterrupted. Although I'm glad to see your eagerness." She added, eyeing his tented crotch.
Jaune was only able to cough awkwardly, he'd really been hoping she wouldn't notice it.
"To prevent suspicion, walk to Xe's hotel 10 minutes after I leave. Ask the front desk for the room of Ebony Darkness. I'll be waiting."
Cinder didn't so much as look back as she redonned her hood and moved back into the growing evening, the bell tinkling on her way out.
"Fuck!" Jaune cursed when the laundry machine in the back beeped, scaring him. He wasn't really sure how to follow the events of the day, but he certainly wasn't going to complain. Shaking his head in disbelief, he loaded the dryer with the sopping wet sheets, removed the lint (because he WASN'T A FUCKING DEGENERATE THAT JUST LEAVES IT THERE AFTER A LOAD), and rubbed his eyes as the machine started to hum with determination to do its job.
In a whirlwind he dealt with the sheets, freshened up, waited a minute or so more, and left after locking the door behind him.
Jaune made the mistake of thinking about exactly what he was going to do when he arrived at the hotel early on in his walk, hunching over slightly to mask his raging hard-on. Something that he'd noticed in his conversation was just how straightforward Cinder had been. She had usually been somewhat teasing before, if nowhere near on the level that Neo had been, but she must have been truly shaken for her to be acting like she had in the cafe.
Though Jaune was not rethinking about what Cinder had said in the cafe, he was thinking more about things that could be gathered without Cinder speaking. Like what it would be like to have her beneath him as he ploughed her missionary style. Things of that sort. Even just thinking about seeing that side of Cinder made him blush, a few passersby giving him an odd look as he hurriedly made his way to the hotel.
He'd never been there himself, although Melanie had teased that she'd bring him there someday when it was brought up in conversation and he asked why it was special. Militia had been rather unhappy with her sister after that if calming considerably when her dear sister had assured her that it was simply a teasing joke meant to incite her.
However, the look and lip bite that Melanie had given Jaune behind her sister's back gave considerably more insight into who exactly had meant to be incited by her statement.
And with that memory resurfacing, Jaune briefly wondered if Melanie of all people was going to seek him out soon. They'd kissed after all. Or, at least he was fairly certain they had. The memory was hazy at this point. He shook his head at the thought, classifying it as ridiculous to think that just because other women were throwing themselves at him, she would too. Even if she was effectively a more demure, shapely version of Militia…
It took a moment for Jaune to realize that he was already in the hotel, and he found the receptionist tapping on her keyboard and focusing on something behind her desk as he moved over to it. He glanced around the place, admiring the high-class decor and furniture. Or at least he assumed it was high class, he didn't dabble in the stuff himself.
"Hey there," he said, giving his most pleasant smile. It wasn't hard to when he was thinking about what was going to happen in the next five minutes. "I'm looking for Ebony Darkness' room?"
"Room 69." The receptionist said without looking up. She didn't look eager to continue the conversation and Jaune didn't feel the need to have one.
When he reached room 69, noted by golden numbers on a door of thick, burnished oak, he mentally readied himself. Smoothing back his hair. Testing his breath on his hand to make sure it wasn't offensive (it was fine).
Eventually, his knuckles rapped on the door, with a sound too light for the event that was about to occur. It would be like if upon graduating from college, you were simply handed a piece of paper and a pat on the butt. Leaving you underwhelmed by the world's past learning.
There was the sound of someone shifting behind the door, and Jaune fidgeted, waiting. It was always hard to know where to look when someone was about to open the door. Did you stand in a relaxed manner, doing something to make it seem as if you were occupied when waiting? Or did you admire something off to the side, just out of frame so that you could arrive more naturally? Or, in truth does no one give a shit?
When the door opened, Jaune smiled casually. His face was then stuck like that as his eyes just happened to travel downwards.
Beads of water traveled down Cinder's skin from her shower, her hair soft and glossy. She practically glowed, an illusion only assisted by the light behind her. To say nothing of the black lace she had on. A well-fitting black bra gave Jaune a sight he'd only dreamed of before beneath her clothes, cleavage that one could be safely buried in.
His mouth had forgotten to work, and he stared at her instead of greeting like one should when they're about to breed someone.
"Shower," Cinder ordered curtly, allowing him to pass her. Jaune had to hold back his nervousness as he did, able to smell her pleasant fragrance. The entrance was small enough that he nearly brushed past her, his heart racing as she gazed at him.
It wasn't until Jaune was under the showerhead that he had his epiphany. He'd just given two women the best sex of their lives (at least he assumed so- he had a feeling he'd be short a few balls if Neo had been truly disappointed), and he was on a roll. He just had to keep the flow going, literally and metaphorically, and everything would work out just fine.
He strengthened his resolve, stepping out of the steaming bathroom with a towel on for some false sense of modesty. Cinder was lying on the bed, alluring and seductive without even trying to be. She tapped at her Scroll, eyes and fingers flicking this way and that.
She glanced over at him with approving eyes, although not necessarily ones containing any meaning of physical attraction. At that point she had not lied to Jaune, she really didn't feel anything by looking at his body. He was just a person, one that happened to possess certain qualities that she needed at that moment. If there was a better option than him, she would have gladly taken it.
So Cinder had no issue dealing with what amounted to the busy work of a maniacal psychopath who was hell bent on humanity's death. Responding to email. Coordinating attacks on supply lines. Buying food for Snow. The usual.
She tapped away without a second thought as Jaune rounded her, not exactly sure how to go about having sex with someone who looked more interested in whatever was on their Scroll than the person in front of him. He somewhat hoped that he would be given a direct go ahead to start touching her, you know, start fucking, however no such permission was explicitly given.
"Can I start?" Jaune asked, a little confused.
"You may." Cinder responded, as if Jaune had just asked her whether or not he could borrow her Scroll to show a funny meme.
"Okay then…" He said mostly for himself, and set about removing Cinder's black panties. His mouth watered at her smooth slit, his dick hardening. Though he was a little disappointed that she didn't appear to be wet in any way whatsoever. It looked as if she truly didn't have any measure of attraction to him.
"Can I eat you out?" Jaune asked, partially just looking for more lubrication.
"Unless it's strictly required for breeding, no."
With a shrug, he rubbed his dick against her pussy, feeling its softness against his length. Smearing his pre all across her. Even after that, Cinder didn't look up. She didn't even look so much as phased, and the speed of her tapping hadn't stopped when he touched her.
He lined up his cock and plunged into her hole. He groaned, gritting his teeth as her velvety folds surrounded him, gripping him tightly. Trying to milk his balls dry. He wasn't quite all the way in, and he could feel her pussy giving way as he pushed further and further inside her. Jaune took some measure of pleasure in the fact that he could see Cinder's eyes widen through her Scroll's screen, see her fingers grip on the device tighten. She had felt it.
With a hiss of pleasure, Jaune finally hilted all the way inside her, his balls resting against her curvaceous ass cheeks. He could feel her pussy reflexively grip him with his dick throbbed, like a call and response. Pulling out slowly, he could see that Cinder was no longer really looking at her Scroll, her eyes were closed and her fingers twitched. She was focused entirely on him.
Although she never lasted very long, and he hadn't had the opportunity with Velvet or Neo, his fiance/soon to be wife/object of (some) affection Miltia had loved when he traced his fingers along her body. Especially slowly, although frustratingly, he could never quite reach the level he wanted to with her. She always stopped him right before he felt it was about to get good.
Jaune was almost certain that Cinder wouldn't stop him, if only to keep up appearances. He traced his fingers along Cinder's hips, feeling their shape, tracing them all the way down to her knee. And then tracing his way back up on her inner thigh, feeling her squirm as he did. He did that over and over as he slowly fucked her. Enjoying the view as she slowly started to lose more and more of her composure.
He'd never had so much fun teasing a woman before, and although he'd been paid (or at least, would be paid) to breed her, she certainly wasn't complaining at the moment. He picked up speed with his thrusts, running his fingers over more of her body. The backs of her legs. Her stomach. Feeling the thrill of Cinder's body respond to his ministrations, feel her pussy tighten around his dick whenever he did something she especially liked.
Her once neutral, even calm face had become much darker, far less stoic. He could even see her bite her lip when he hilted inside her, his dick teasing the entrance to her cervix. Preparing her body for what was going to cum, and what was going to come.
Jaune gradually raised his pace, because the speed before had been so slow it hadn't really been doing anything for him. Cinder's pussy was tight and warm, but it only did so much when your goal was to tease someone, not to get off yourself.
The sound of his hips slapping against Cinder's filled the hotel room, but almost nothing else. It was an odd scene to say the least, especially as she was intentionally holding back her moans. Cinder had never felt pleasure like that before, but the idea of appearing so unprofessional, so vulnerable, even in front of her only true friend felt… achievable. She tried to hold it back, but it was becoming difficult to even try. Cinder had never really dealt with sex or even masturbation for that matter, and while she knew that most men were certainly attracted to matters of the flesh, she'd had no idea that women could be as well. Let alone that she might be one of those women.
"You may go a little faster." Cinder said as nonchalantly as possible. As if she was a passenger while he was driving, and he was driving at the speed limit instead of five over. Though she didn't maintain this veneer of cool well, or fool Jaune in the slightest. Truth be told, Cinder was half frightened of what was to come, especially if Jaune actually did go faster. She wasn't sure she could hold back her moans if he did, but her body, starved of affection and especially touch yearned for more.
Jaune complied, fucking Cinder faster, harder. Not quite as hard as he could, but only a step or two below that. His balls slapped against her ass with every thrust, and it was getting much harder for him to hold on. If he didn't pace himself he wouldn't last very long, and even if this session with Cinder was a little odd, he certainly didn't want it to be a quick one.
Cinder finally let out a moan, her back arching when Jaune's dick hit something in her pussy. She couldn't hold back, the pleasure overwhelming and all consuming as she came. Her Scroll was tossed aside as she gripped the bedsheets, holding on for dear life and sanity as Jaune fucked her. Thoughts of holding back were gone now, nothing more than a vague memory as she moaned, giving Jaune an excellent view of her 'O' face as she came around his dick.
"F-fuck!" She slurred, her body undulating underneath him. And although she'd never admit it after the fact, her hips were moving with his, pushing against him to get his dick even deeper inside her, so that he could blow his load all the way in her womb. Thoughts of pregnancy had really only occurred to her earlier that day, but now the images of her with a swollen belly, carrying Jaune's child arrived full force. The biological clock had been accelerated and was now ringing loudly.
"I'm cumming!" Jaune warned her, pounding her sweet ass even harder, fucking her even deeper. He was no longer knocking on her cervix, he was pounding on it. He could feel his balls tightening, feel all the cum he was about to breed Cinder with churning. Gripping her legs he pulled her closer to him and let go.
Load after load painted the insides of Cinder's pussy, filling her womb with sticky seed. And only more came by Cinder cumming. Her pussy gripped around him as she came, her back arching as she ripped the sheets with her bare hands and fingernails, tearing it to shreds as she was filled with Jaune's baby batter. Ecstasy filled her as she finally achieved what her body had been yearning for, now that she knew what it wanted. She could feel his warmth pooling inside her, and she ran a hand over her womb where his seed now lay, feeling his dick still pulsing inside her.
Cinder gasped when Jaune pulled out, some of his seed trickling down her thigh and off the comforter. She could see Jaune's throbbing hard cock, covered in both of their juices, already nearly hard. She salivated at the idea of her being bred again by his dick, getting pounded to the point of losing her mind like she'd been only a few moments ago. Everything had felt so much better then, and her body yearned for more.
But Jaune wasn't. He'd came more times than he cared to remember that day, and he'd done his job. He walked, grabbed a nearby towel and started to clean up himself and Cinder. Only to be stopped.
"What do you think you're doing?" Cinder asked quietly. "We're not done."
Jaune didn't directly contradict her, but he did raise an eyebrow at the fact that her pussy was literally overflowing with his semen, a small trickle of white flowing out, not yet wiped away by the towel. Reading Cinder's true intentions was difficult at the best of times, but he supposed that if all she wanted was to have her pussy stuffed with more semen, he could do that. He took his best customer facing nod out of his repertoire, threw the towel away, and got back to work.
Cinder could feel something building in her chest as Jaune lined his dick up with her muff again. Not quite fear or love, but excitement. She wanted to be connected with Jaune, to be bred again. She could imagine her stomach full with his child- or perhaps even children- ready to learn the secrets of manipulation that she had learned over the years, how to control henchman, and luck willing, how to properly care for Snow. Even just the idea of children made Cinder warm inside.
So when she pulled Jaune in with her powerful, toned legs, she sighed with relief as his cock filled her once again. The rush of fullness that came with it, the pleasure. She'd never felt anything quite like it, and now made no silly attempt to hide just how pleasant it felt. Moaning freely as his dick scraped her g-spot, forcing her to cum around his dick. Squeezing him for all he was worth. Trying to milk everything she could out of his balls and into her already overflowing womb.
Jaune continued thrusting like a man possessed, fueled half by the fact that Cinder's legs wouldn't let him leave, and by the fact that she was unbelievably sexy then. It had to be the combination of Cinder never showing a hint of emotion, and now flushing red and moaning underneath his dick that did it for him. He'd never felt harder in his life- well except maybe when he'd been railing Velvet. Or Neo. Actually this was probably about as hard as those times, except that he had no real way to measure, and didn't really care about measuring it at that moment (understandably). All he cared about at that moment, was holding on at least a little as he thrust in and out of the velvet vice actively trying to make him lose his hold over his orgasm.
There was no holding back from Jaune now as he pounded Cinder's pussy. He had a grip on her thighs, pulling her up slightly from the bed so he could get a better angle. Something that he'd learned in his limited time with Miltia. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh only became lewder with Jaune's cum stuffed in Cinder's pussy, as if nature itself was trying to point out that in terms of breeding, there was no point in what the couple were doing.
And yet Cinder still hungered for Jaune to do just as he was doing. She'd never looked at Jaune's lips before, really. But now it was all she could. She was biting her own, looking at him as he hovered over her, sweat covering his brow as he pounded. Never before had Cinder felt the urge to kiss another human being (she gave Snow many kisses when she made absolutely sure there was no one around), but she suddenly felt the urge to kiss the man above her.
With a surprising lack of hesitation, she pulled Jaune to her until his face hovered directly above hers, his breath splaying on her face. One accidental movement, and their lips would be touching.
Jaune wasn't entirely sure what to make of being pulled down so suddenly, but he didn't really care. He closed the distance, feeling Cinder's soft lips against his own. She was inexperienced and fumbling, but it certainly didn't make his dick any less hard, and he could feel her squeeze around him tighter when their tongues met. It was more difficult to pound Cinder while on top of her, but he was so deep that he was constantly pressing on her womb, threatening to fill it with even more of his seed.
When he finally pulled away from the kiss Cinder was gasping for air, her hair in disarray.
"I-I can see why people do that, now." She said, without a hint of embarrassment.
"Want to do it again?"
Jaune was given a thorough answer by Cinder's mouth, and they dove back in as he continued thrusting inside her. His dick was close to bursting now, but he held on. It was even harder when Cinder moaned into his mouth, clawing his back as she came around his cock. Her body trying to pull him in even deeper, drain everything that she could. Her legs locked around his back with no way out.
Jaune pounded harder and faster, holding Cinder tight as he felt his balls churning. He was already past the point of no return as his dick became rock hard, and with one final thrust, he came directly into Cinder's greedy womb. Rope after rope shoved into her already pussy, squelching with the overflowing seed.
Cinder felt something blossoming that while she could not understand, grew in her chest. She tried to ignore it, but lacked the self control as she was filled with Jaune's cum. She wanted to stay near Jaune and never let go, to always feel his heat, his touch on her body. To hold her like this forever.
But both of them had to breathe air, and pulled their lips apart, a thin trail of saliva broken as Jaune pulled back. He slid his dick out, bringing with it a torrent of cum that had been stuffed inside Cinder and held back only by his length. The bed jostled as he laid next to Cinder, and if he was a smoking man, this is where he definitely would've.
"So this is why animals breed." Cinder commented to no one in particular. And although she felt a flash of embarrassment, it was soon overridden by the flutter in her heart when she held Jaune's hand with her own.
"Yeah." Jaune said, noncommittally. He wasn't sure what to make of Cinder's hand, but he gently squeezed back to acknowledge her. She stiffened when he did that, but squeezed back.
"Do you have any thoughts about names for children?" Cinder asked, absentmindedly. She still couldn't believe she'd actually just been bred. She wasn't an expert, but she was fairly certain she'd be pregnant with this much sperm inside her. And she'd be able to continue her bloodline, just as she'd wanted. But something felt missing now, that hadn't before.
"Shakti? Gray?" Jaune said with as much thought as most fathers would put into their childrens' names.
Cinder didn't respond, but she squeezed his hand.
"Could you hold me? I'll pay extra for your time." Cinder said, doing her best to appear cold and doing an absolutely terrible job. Which only made sense, given her lack of experience with any sort of emotions.
Jaune responded by pulling her close to him, holding her in his arms like he did with Miltia. Usually it was the most he could really do with her before she started to freak out, and so he'd become an expert at making sure that she wouldn't think he was trying to goad her into more sex. He held Cinder closer, feeling her heat against his, hearing her breath as she laid closer than she ever had to another human being.
Time seemed to fade as Cinder enjoyed the feeling of being in Jaune's large arms. Feeling him gently stroke her hair. Everything else seemed to fade away, even the thoughts of why she had first called him there. Because while she hadn't truly understood what she'd wanted, she'd wanted a family. Not that she could ask him now, but a plan was formulating in her mind. She'd need to revise her verbal contract, research the proper way to do things. But those thoughts were hard to concentrate on when it was so pleasant to be in the arms of another. Especially when thoughts that had been at the forefront drifted to the back, and one's eyes started to shut. Before finally drifting off into a sleep more peaceful and vulnerable than Cinder had ever shown she could have.
Jaune had realized the fate of all men with a women lying on their arm, trapped between both waking them up, and losing the arm to blood loss. Usually the latter sacrifice as chosen, as that way you'd still be living. And while Jaune was certainly not against Cinder's impromptu snuggle, he was starting to have the inkling that taking her up on her request might have had different implications than he had first thought.
He also took a moment to admire Cinder sleeping, something that few people had ever had the chance to do. Her face was always beautiful, but it looked far more relaxed, now. The stress faded away.
And feeling none of the desire to rest that Cinder felt, Jaune fumbled with his hand behind him on the nightstand, somehow managed to grab his Scroll, and started to peruse his messages. One of which was a request for a delivery of a personal drink for Melanie, something that his fiance's sister had never asked for before.
He had also not expected a direct offer for payment. Him and Junior didn't usually work directly with Lien, and Jaune certainly hadn't been offered payment in what was currently occupying his screen, with nudes. Mostly because Junior and Jaune were pretty sure that neither of them wanted the others nudes.
Jaune did not, however, have an issue with Melanie's nudes, especially when it seemed to be taken on the dance floor, flashing a chest far more generous than Miltia's to the camera and under the disco light. She had also sent a followup message requesting a 'large, frothy, creamy shake', an innuendo that no Jaune would have ever missed, no matter the universe.
Under normal circumstances- well normal circumstances being that he wasn't currently snuggling Cinder Fall after filling her cunt with his seed- he would've hurried over to give Melanie her drink. But no one could count this as such, and after a moment of hesitation, Jaune sent a message saying that he was dealing with laundry, and would be over in about an hour with drinks.
Melanie seemed happy enough with that response- although it was hard to interpret a 'pussy spread open' nude as anything other than that. Jaune was not entirely sure how she had managed to take the photo on a disco floor, but these were the sort of questions that he'd learned not to ask.
Feeling a sense of exhaustion come over him, he set an alarm on his Scroll to go off in thirty minutes- giving him plenty of time to clean up, head back, and head over with drinks for Junior and the boys (it was only right)- yawned, pulled Cinder into a closer snuggle, and passed out.
A/N: Little bit of a shorter chapter than usual, but I hope you enjoyed it. I don't usually screw up too bad on the first draft but I threw out ~5k words for it because it just didn't end up working out.
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