Arcadia: The Golden Era

by ShamelessSelfInsertAo3Alt

In a world where Salem and the Grimm are barely remembered nightmares, all that remains for the greatest of Huntsmen lines is to be fruitful and multiply.

7. Chapter 7: Therapy

"Mr. Arc?" A soft, sultry voice called out.

Jaune stepped into the room to come face to face with an absolutely ravishing beauty- a perfect dime piece, right up there with the hottest girls he knew.

Ash black hair would have fallen just past her shoulders had she not tucked it forward so that it hung over her left breast. Her hourglass figure was accentuated by a skin tight red dress that hugged every curve and felt sensual yet presentable, revealing yet concealed, as the fabric was just thick enough to mask some of the goodies underneath. Her dress was strapless and showed off the smooth, creamy skin of her shoulders and neck, giving her an exposed, defenseless quality, though the look in her eyes was anything but. Amber orbs with flecks of gold were framed by a proud, pretty face and her luscious pink lips were turned up in the slightest smile.

She stood to greet him. He could tell by her posture that she was wearing heels- with them she was a bit taller than the average man, having a solid inch on Ren, though Jaune still towered over her effortlessly. Without them, she was probably 5'6 or 5'7, still on the taller side for a woman, but not likely to intimidate anyone. Jaune had mixed feelings about women in heels- as an attempt to assert authority and overcome the natural difference in stature he held them in amused contempt. How cute of a slut to think a couple more inches would make him see her as an equal-

'Gods, will you just stop.'

' Stop hitting yourself. Stop hitting yourself. ' His shadow teased.

As a way of showing off a woman's ass and legs, all while making their footing even more precarious, he loved them. Making themselves more alluring, more vulnerable… they were practically begging him to show them the ropes.

Jaune gripped her soft, dainty hand with a strong, callused grip.

"Ms. Fall." He said politely. He shook her hand while concern gripped his mind. 'She's supposed to help solve my problem, not bring it out at its worst.' He looked her form over again, more thoughtfully this time. 'She has to be younger than Glynda.' "Are you… sure you're a psychiatrist?" He asked carefully. He had met Summer Rose, he knew older women existed who somehow looked like teens, but still... " You look a little young for the job."

She didn't let go of his hand, smirking all the while. "It's rude to ask a woman her age." She teased. "But officially, no." She admitted. "I'm a junior majoring in psychology at Magenta. I'd like to get licensed after graduate school, which is what this is about, actually. I'm taking a course where we practice giving consultations to volunteers."

'Well, that explains why it was free.' Jaune thought irritably. He reluctantly let her go. "I don't think you can help me then." He said curtly, moving towards the door. "I have a serious problem and I need real professional help."

She grabbed his shoulder. "No, please, don't go." She asked, pouting slightly. " I need to pass this class." She confessed. The way she was able to tug at his heartstrings so quickly was impressive. "You scheduled the last appointment- if you walk out I won't have anything to turn in. I'm very good at what I do. If you just give me the evening I'm sure I can make it worth your while."

'I know you can.' Jaune said, eyes roaming her delectable body automatically. If she needed him, then… Jaune tried to come up with rationalizations while he listened to his dick.

"Okay." He said, gently pulling her hand off him. "So, do I just sit on the couch, or…"

She smiled disarmingly. "That is the old fashioned way." She said warmly, walking out past her cover before lounging against her desk, which was supposed to make her seem relaxed but showed off her luscious legs and pushed her chest out wonderfully. "The most important thing is that you make yourself comfortable."

The blond teen steeled himself and went for the couch on the far side of the room, as distant from Ms. Fall as he could be- if she thought he was being rude, the alternative was bending her over, so she'd have to deal with it.

Jaune's shadow had gone into overdrive. His persona was doing everything it could not to jump this cunt now- he had her alone and her touch was sending his heart rate skyrocketing. But instead, all his outer self's energy was directed at keeping him down. It had gotten old fast, but all Jaune's efforts to suppress a larger and larger share of his personality had made the shadow stronger, and smarter. It could see things the other Jaune couldn't.

The outer Jaune was notoriously oblivious- but that was morally induced stupidity. Persona might not know when a woman wanted him, couldn't tell that he was the kind of man girls swooned over, that without any sick powers or dark magic he could have what he wanted the old fashioned way most of the time, but his Shadow could. He had body language down to a science… and Ms. Fall's was the most interesting he had ever seen.

Outwardly she was perfectly friendly, even a little flirtatious, but that was a facade. Even the Shadow couldn't tell exactly how he knew that, but he could. This sweet, friendly woman was a mask. Most people wore masks of some kind; they had something about themselves they wanted to hide, to wish away. He was evidence enough of that. But what caught his eye about Cinder's was that her mask was obviously not a coping mechanism, but carefully crafted- almost perfect. Too perfect. That was the giveaway.

It could have just been a professional face, to put customers at ease. But there was something... sinister about her presence that he still couldn't quite nail down.

'Was her flirting a mask too?' he wondered irritably. Some of it definitely was. The obvious stuff, the touching, the eye contact, the fiddingly with her hair, all came off as something scripted, acted out a thousand times. That couldn't fool him though, and there were things he could pick up on that no actress on earth could fake. Like the way her pupils had dilated the second he had walked into the room, the slight flush of her skin, the barely audible quickening of her heartbeat. The fact that every part of her body was facing him no matter where he moved.

That was enough for the Shadow to relax. Whatever else this psych student was, she was a woman. That put her in his wheelhouse, gave him a hook, an entry point, a lever that could turn her soul upside down. Cinder Fall was hiding something...but she wanted him. He could figure out the rest on his own time.

Persona, like a fucking idiot, was wasting time with small talk.

"So, how did you end up with the last slot?" Jaune asked casually.

Cinder laughed. "Funny, story actually." She said. " These meetings were supposed to wrap up on Monday-"

'That explains why the rest of the building is empty', Jaune thought to himself, realizing that he really did have this delicious damsel all by her lonesome.

"-but someone in my section went on an all night bender, and he had to miss his slot last week. It looked like he was going to flunk- but then, right when we should've been closing up shop, an application came in. The front desk screwed up and didn't close the portal, and since we needed another person you got in. When I saw your name…" she drawled. "...I convinced my classmate to switch with me."

Jaune's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Why would you do that?" The last thing he wanted to deal with was another Arc fangirl.

"How could I pass you up?" She said. "It isn't every day you get the chance to speak with a dead man."

Jaune reacted the second the words were out of her mouth. He leapt to his feet and grabbed the woman, pinning her arms to her sides while his eyes darted to the door, the windows, anywhere in the room where some kind of attack might come from. Then he looked down into his captive's eyes.

Cinder looked more amused than anything. "Could you put me down?" She asked calmly.

Jaune's grip tightened. "What do you mean, 'dead man'?" He growled.

She smirked. "My, aren't you the paranoid one." The stunning woman shrugged helplessly, her arms brushing feebly against his own. "You're so big and strong and powerful and you think I'm dangerous?" She laughed- a beautiful, dark sound. "I'm flattered."

Jaune's fight or flight mode was starting to fade and another primal urge was rising up from the feel of Cinder's sinful body pressed against his own. He set her down and backed away, hackles still raised, forcing himself to keep his gaze locked on her eyes.

Cinder brushed her sleeves off, making a show of tenderly rubbing where his arms had been.

"Answer the question." He ordered, voice low.

Cinder laughed again. "Really? No blubbering apology, no groveling for forgiveness? You think you can just rough me up and demand whatever it is you want?" There was a fire in her golden eyes, burning bright and bewitching, the shadow of a temptress that could set a mortal man's heart ablaze. A fire that had met its match in the cool, unfathomable oceans of the young Arc's eyes.

His unyielding silence was all the answer she needed.

Cinder's smile widened. " I like that. " She purred, walking over to her desk with a seductive sway. " I like that very much."

'This bitch.' he thought savagely.

She chuckled. "Relax." she insisted. "I'm just having a little fun." She teased. "You'd think a strapping young man like you would be a little more comfortable around women."

"That's part of the problem, actually." Jaune said, moving back to the couch.

Cinder giggled. "Don't tell me you went to all this trouble in order to talk about girls." She teased.

"Tit for tat, sweetheart." Jaune said coldly. "Tell me why you picked me, and maybe I'll spill why I need you."

Cinder rolled her eyes playfully. "You're not making my job easy." she said.

She waited for several seconds. When she saw he wasn't going to budge, she sighed.

"I'm sure you understand how I recognized your name." She said, "Fighting is so much more compelling than all that nonsense with a ball. There's so much more at stake, so much more… power, on display, wouldn't you agree?"

Jaune said nothing.

Cinder realized it was incumbent on her to continue. "And in all of combat sports there's never been anyone quite like Mason Arc. 100-0, World Champion for 12 years straight, never knocked out, never knocked down. The man single handedly ruined the sport for over a decade. You'd think the world would be chomping at the bit to understand how that was even possible, but of all your father's skills it was his control over the paparazzi that amazed me the most." She gestured futilely. "There isn't a single stray picture of him or his wife, not a single thing in the press about them that hasn't been authorized. Most A-listers can't even walk down the street without someone snapping a shot, or stalking their children. For all his talk of family, even the trashiest tabloids have only ever printed the number of kids… not even their first names. seven daughters and one son. So all but the most hardcore fans would be forgiven if they had missed the boy being dropped from the back pages two years back."

"You must be a total fanatic, then." Jaune said. The insult had no bite behind it.

"In a manner of speaking." She quipped. "I had assumed the boy must have died, and the family wanted to avoid a media circus. Until Monday night when your name popped in our inbox." She leaned forward curiously. "It is you, isn't it?"

"...Yeah." Cinder had known the answer the moment he walked through her door, but the question had got him talking.

"That was all I meant earlier." She said gently. " I didn't realize you'd take it so badly- it actually made my day when I learned you were still alive."

Jaune rolled his eyes. "I'm touched." He said dryly.

"I mean it." She said. He could sense no hint of a lie. "It's always so tragic when a child dies. I thought everyone believed that was what happened, and you'd enjoy the joke and the relief of proving them wrong as much as I did. I didn't expect you to react so ...violently. I'm sorry."

Jaune adjusted himself on the couch so that he was propped up on one elbow. "You really want to know what happened?"

Cinder couldn't hide the fire in her eyes, though she certainly tried. "I understand if it's a sensitive subject, and if you came here to discuss something else-"

"I'll tell you." Jaune said. "The rest won't make much sense otherwise."

So Jaune shared the basic details- his sudden expulsion and emancipation on his fifteenth birthday, the complete lack of explanation, the loss of contact with all of his sisters, passing them by at school every day while they pretended not to know him, how he couldn't even hold it against them because his parents would expel them too if they didn't comply.

"That's… horrible." Cinder said. "I didn't have the best family life growing up either… but still...you really don't know why they did it? There were no signs of abuse before then?"

"None that I can think of." Jaune responded. "And I've never stopped thinking about it. Dad wasn't around very much, but he always made some time for us, at least once or twice a week- played with us, read bedtime stories, came to our birthday parties. Mom let us organize ourselves for the most part, hell, Saph was more of a den mother growing up than she was, but she was always there to play ref or kiss it better when we got hurt."

"Did your parents ever single you out as a child?"

Jaune laughed. "Are you kidding? I was the boy, the heir, mom and dad's precious little prince. They tried not to play favorites, but I played that card all the time. Really pissed some of my sisters off." He chuckled sadly. " I could be a prick sometimes."

"So what happened?" Cinder asked.

"I didn't know." Jaune said. "But I think I'm starting to figure it out. That's why I came to talk to you." He hesitated for a long moment, the truth on the tip of his tongue. Saying it out loud would make it stronger… make it real.

His shrink gave him an encouraging look. "Let it out." she said.

"I can't stop thinking about sex." He whispered.

Cinder smiled. "You're 17, Jaune." She said patronizingly. "That's hardly unusual."

"Do you have any idea how many times I've thought about fucking you since I've met you?" Jaune growled. Cinder's eyes widened. "About ripping that skimpy dress to shreds, pinning you down and seeing just how loudly I can make you scream?

Cinder seemed genuinely taken aback by the force in his voice. "Mr. Arc-" She chided. "-if you think you can intimidate me-"

"At least once every twenty seconds." Jaune interrupted. "I can see it. I can hear it. I can taste it. And you're not special."

Cinder cocked her head and rested her cheek on her palm. "I'll admit, I've never had a guy use that line on me before."

"It isn't a joke." Jaune said gravely. "You want me to tell you what you already know, what all those limp wristed weaklings have been singing ever since they laid eyes on you? Fine. You're hot, Cinder. You're damned hot. You're a fucking ten out of ten, but there are others just like you I have to see every single day, and I can't hold it in much longer."

Cinder seemed to regain her poise at that. "Have there been any ... incidents?"

Jaune hung his head low. "Yes."

Cinder's voice dropped down to a whisper. "...Have you raped anyone?"

Jaune's head shot up. "No!" He shouted indignantly. "Why on earth would you-"

"Twenty seconds ago you were talking about pinning me to a desk." Cinder said shortly. "If it's bad enough that you need professional help, then forgive me for worrying about the possibility."

Jaune clenched his hands. "I've never done that." He said slowly. "I wouldn't."

"What did you do?"

Jaune bit his tongue. He had to get it off his chest.

Cinder looked at him intensely. "I'd like to remind you that even though I don't have my license I still take patient confidentiality seriously. Short of planning to kill yourself or another person, nothing you say ever leaves this room."

Jaune sighed. "There have been some… aggressive seductions." He admitted.

Cinder raised an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

"It means the woman isn't all that into it at first... but I keep pressing until she is."

Cinder rolled her eyes. "That covers a pretty wide spectrum of behavior. Are you threatening them or just getting them into the mood?"

Jaune thought about it for a moment. He was so much bigger and stronger than his partners that the unspoken threat his mere presence carried wasn't something he could dismiss entirely, but he remembered how a few well placed touches had made Velvet fall apart in seconds. " More the latter...I guess."

"And it always ends with enthusiastic consent?"

"...eventually."

"Well, keep it that way and you're golden." She said. "I don't think you needed me to tell you that."

"If they're too overwhelmed to say no, does it really count as a yes?"

Cinder stared deep into his soul. Then she burst out laughing.

Jaune rose to his feet. "I knew this was a waste of time."

The woman waved him back in. "No, wait, wait." she said. "I just can't believe you said that with a straight face." She chuckled. "You mean to tell me you're so attractive, so sexually magnetic, that it's basically cheating because no woman in her right mind would ever say no?"

Jaune gave her a look that had her squirming in her seat, heat pooling in her loins. She could feel the pressure of his aura surrounding her, enveloping her…

"Okay." She said, blush lessening as the force pulled back as quickly as had come out. Jaune had tampered it back unconsciously, as he tried to control himself. He didn't seem to know he had sent it out...and that made it all the more incredible. "Irresistible sex god. Let's say I… believe that now. Just for the sake of argument. I don't see why that's a problem."

Jaune pinched his temples "Because I'm horny all the time and if I lose control there isn't anyone in the world that can stop me?"

"...and?"

"And sex makes babies." He said dryly. "Sometimes it spreads diseases. Plus, if I were to start going around fucking indiscriminately it would ruin a lot of lives, break up families and cause an epidemic of unwanted pregnancies."

"...Do the words birth control mean anything to you?" She asked dryly. "How about girlfriend ?"

' Counterproductive and light snack.' His shadow snarked.

Jaune filtered that as best as he could for his shrink. "I doubt I could settle for one ." He confessed guiltily.

Cinder smirked. "Well, you're at zero now. One might not be a bad place to start." She paused thoughtfully. "What does this have to do with your family?" She asked.

Jaune rolled his eyes. "Oh, I don't know." He drawled. "What might happen if an aggressive, aroused and irresistible young man was left alone and unsupervised with a bunch of young, attractive women who were physically affectionate and trusted him implicitly."

She looked at him coolly. "You aren't suggesting you would have-"

"-I've already thought of things I wouldn't have considered possible a few years back." Jaune said tiredly.

"So, you think your parents knew, and they emancipated you to protect them?"

Jaune nodded. "It fits. At the very least I hope it's true."

Cinder looked at him in confusion. " Why?"

"...Because I could forgive that." He said. "I'd forgive anything for that." For a moment the tension in the air was gone. The overwhelming force had dissipated, replaced by a melancholy smile. "What I don't understand is, if they knew, why didn't they tell me? Why didn't they help me? I would've listened, I would have done anything they asked…"

Cinder frowned. "You're jumping to conclusions." He said. "We have no proof that your condition has anything to do with your family."

Jaune laughed hoarsely. "Well, if it doesn't they certainly couldn't have picked a better time to throw me to the curb."

Cinder arched an eyebrow. "Go on."

Jaune sighed.

"If we understand how it started we might be able to figure out how to stop it."

Jaune looked Cinder in the eye for a long moment. "This never leaves this room." He ordered.

Cinder nodded.

---

Jaune was sitting in the kitchen at the Xiao Long-Rose house with a thousand yard stare. He wasn't crying- he had gotten that out of his system hours ago, and all he could do now was sit still. Empty and dead.

He had woken up this morning expecting the greatest day of his life. His parents were old school, and he was 15 now- the day a Valean boy became a man. He didn't know any details but he was sure his parents must have been planning something big- they were always sneaking off, talking in harsh whispers, cutting short whenever he got too near. None of his sisters knew anything about it ('So stop asking me' Opal had insisted) but he was sure it was going to be the greatest surprise ever.

The surprise was 'get lost.'

His parents had explained, calmly and clearly, that he was a man now, and he had an hour to pack his bags and go because he wasn't welcome here anymore. He had to make his own way.

Jaune had waited for 5 minutes for the inevitable. 'Aha! Gotcha.' It hadn't come.

His father had looked at his shell shocked son with a flash of pity that vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving Jaune to wonder if it was even real.

"Clock's ticking." He said.

That was when Jaune broke. He had started bawling like a baby, begging for forgiveness, asking what he had done wrong, confessing to all the crimes he had imagined caused this. He had eaten the last muffin, he had broken into his father's study when he was 7, it was his idea to do the 5th grade prank, and he hadput a dent in Chloe's car when he tried starting it up.

"You dick!" Chloe had shouted, overhearing only that last line, before walking on the whole scene. Saphron was out of the house, but the other six made their way to see the end of the sorry spectacle.

Each had reacted a little differently. Lavender had looked so overwhelmed at the prospect that she had reflexively clung to her big brother until his parents reminded her that Jaune wasn't her big brother any more. Then she had just started crying.

Opal and Blanche seemed to think that this was all some big, weird joke, and were set on figuring out the punchline.

Chloe had joked that she wasn't that mad about the car, and that she could pay for it, and really, they didn't need to throw the little brat out… please.

Dash, the 2nd born, was trying to play the peacemaker, saying that this was unreasonable and totally out of left field.

His parents had responded that whatever their children thought, their decision was final, and if they didn't like it, that was fine, they could walk out of the house and out of the will right now, but once they went out that door they could never come back.

That shut them up fast.

Jaune had left the room at that point, in no mood to hear any more wordless sputtering. He didn't want his sorrow to make anyone do anything stupid. His life was over, there was no need to drag his sisters down with him.

Azora had caught his eye as he left. Unlike the others she had stayed silent the entire time, unflappable as always. She said nothing, but he could hear her unspoken final words. 'Good luck.'

Jaune used what little time he had left to shove things haphazardly into his suitcase- clothes, pillows, books, toothbrushes (he forgot the toothpaste). There wasn't much rhyme or reason to it- his vision was blurry and he couldn't see exactly what he was grabbing but he knew if he left it he lost it.

Once he had filled his bags to bursting he stumbled down the stairs. He grabbed his guitar case at the last second; he needed it for the lessons his parents insisted on paying for… he still hadn't processed that those lessons were over too.

As he made his way out his mother was talking to the others while his father was standing by the front door. "2 minutes left." He said.

He looked his parents over, trying to understand why. That was the most confusing part. They hadn't been angry with him. They had seemed almost sad, until his sisters walked into the room; that was when any hope of mercy had vanished.

Dash- no, she was Marigold now, only family called her Dash, had walked with him to the gates. She didn't leave, thankfully, but she told him that this must be some big misunderstanding, and that he'd just need to crash at a friend's place for a day or two, that this would all be sorted out. She'd promised to call him later tonight, when things had calmed down.

They hadn't spoken since.

Jaune wandered the streets listlessly for hours- he was lucky he hadn't gotten mugged- until his phone started ringing in his pocket. He picked it up automatically to hear Yang's eager voice.

"So, how's the birthday boy?" She asked.

...And that was how he wound up here.

Summer was pacing back and forth on the phone, becoming increasingly agitated. Ruby was pressed into his side- she hadn't let go of him since he'd walked into the house. Tai was outside talking to Yang- as soon as her friend was safe her father had caught her headed in the Arcs' general direction with a baseball bat and had to physically restrain the girl.

Jaune appreciated the sentiment, but he didn't want anyone else to get hurt. He just wanted this day to end.

"Estelle, are you out of your mind?!" Summer said in a barely repressed shout. "...Yes I'm questioning the way you raise your kids! He's your son, for gods' sake! You can't just… she hung up on me!" she murmured incredulously.

"...Mom?" Ruby whispered.

"Jaune's parents are being… difficult right now." She said simply. "We'll get this all figured out, don't you worry."

She smiled reassuringly, well practiced at calming down scared, sad or angry children. It didn't work, but Jaune, even his emotionally dead state, couldn't help but notice that Summer Rose had a beautiful smile.

Once the sun had set Tai had set up the couch with sheets and blankets. His reflexive irritation at having to put up with the boy was gone, for tonight at least. Jaune appreciated it, even if the awkward pat on the back utterly failed at comforting him.

Ruby had offered to give up her room for the night but Tai had seemed instinctually uncomfortable with that idea and Jaune was in no mood for another fight. He had insisted the couch was fine and with one more rib cracking hug he was alone with his thoughts.

He stared at the ceiling until it was well past midnight.

The back door creaked open.

"Hey Vomit Boy." Yang had chirped.

He had turned away and tucked his head under his pillow. "Go away." he groaned.

A familiar weight settled in by his side.

"No."

He was quiet for a long moment. Then he turned to look at her.

Yang wasn't the little girl he had made friends with on the playground ten years earlier- time had seen to that. Her hair was longer now; she had started growing it out about the same time she had outgrown her pigtails. Her hair bands had worn out and broke back in the 6th grade- it had almost ruined her day until he had joked that they were a waste of time because she looked better without them. She had gotten irritated like she always did when he went after her hair, but Yang hadn't bothered to replace them. Instead Jaune had been forced to started ribbing her about how much effort she put into her longer, golden locks… and did his best to ignore how well they framed her face… how nice they looked.

There were other things that were harder to ignore- Yang was still a sporty girl but her usual shorts and t shirts were starting to show off what was already a killer figure- with wide hips, a toned stomach, and breasts that had already swollen to C-cups while most of her classmates had only just left behind their training bras. Now they were starting to drift into D-cup territory. Other people had noticed- Yang had been the annoying tomboy with a hair-trigger temper and terrible puns, but the other guys had started laughing at her jokes, stopped complaining when she decided to hang around. Even her status among the other girls had risen- turns out you can get away with a lot if you were a babe.

Jaune had outperformed most of his peers and managed not to act like a total moron around her- Yang was his friend, whatever she looked like. Honestly it got on his nerves, the way people just melted down like she was a completely different person because suddenly she was hot, like she hadn't always been one of the cutest girls in the class. But ignoring her chest was hard when it was...heaving like that. Her cheeks were flushed, like she had just run a great distance, and her clothes were dirty. An old backpack of hers was strapped behind her.

"...What did you do?" He asked tiredly. He didn't have any more energy for complicated feelings.

Yang smirked, eyes twinkling. " I figured you were in a rush, so I went and picked up a few things you left behind."

"You couldn't have." Jaune said automatically. "Our house's security system is state of the art, it would take months of planning to even attempt-"

Yang's old backpack was dropped on his lap and the zipper was undone. Sticking out were his favorite X-Ray and Vav comics, his Pumpkin Pete Hoodie, his old handhelds… his photo album…

Jaune went through the bag slowly, reverently. Yang knew him better than anyone… of course she knew all his all his favorite things, what he wouldn't want to leave behind.

"It wasn't what I wanted to give you." Yang said bashfully. "But I thought you'd need this more right now."

"How did you…" He whispered.

He swallowed a lump in his throat. This was great. But it wasn't what he really wanted.

Yang seemed to sense his thoughts. She hesitated for a moment, before taking his hand in hers.

"Do you remember what you told me… about Raven?" Yang whispered.

Jaune nodded. Yang had just turned 8 when she found out that she was adopted, that Summer wasn't her real mom, that Ruby was only her half-sister and her birth mother had flown the coop almost as soon as she had been born. She had put on a strong front for Ruby, but privately, she had been devastated. She loved Summer, she loved Ruby, she loved her family… was all that a lie? All those years ago, she was the one up late at night, cast adrift, and Jaune was the one who brought her back to shore.

"You said Summerwas my real mom. That where you came from didn't mean as much as what you did, that families stuck together no matter what and the people like that in your life were the family that mattered. The family we choose. The one we build for ourselves." Yang's voice began quivering a little and her cheeks were uncharacteristically pink. Jaune blinked as he realized he had never seen Yang act so… girly. " I know you're hurt right now… and maybe I can't do much to help. But whatever your parents have decided, you haven't lost your real family." She whispered.

"You've got me."

He looked at her in the pale light of the moon, trying to comfort him with all her heart and he…

And he...

---

"I wanted to fuck her."

Cinder arched an eyebrow. "It's not uncommon to become more attached to someone after a traumatic-"

"No!" Jaune shouted. "You still don't get it. I didn't want to kiss her. I didn't want to hold her. I didn't want to make love to her. I wanted to fuck her . To pump her full of cum until she couldn't take any more. Then, when I was done with Yang, I would walk up the stairs and do the same thing to Ruby. Then I would walk down the hall into their parents' room, bash Tai over the head and then fuck his wife right in front of him. And then I'd keep lording over the house until I got bored and once I was good and sick of them all I'd leave, find somewhere else to go and do it all over again." His breathing was heavy, his fists were clenched. "I could see every second of it as I looked at her. After her family had just taken me in. After she had just done the kindest thing that anyone had ever done for me… Don't you realize how sick that makes me?"

Cinder didn't look fazed in the least. "That does sound rather awful." She said, matter of factly.

"And it got worse." Jaune continued. "At first the flashes were just every once in a while… I could almost ignore them. Then it was a couple of times a month… then a week… and now it's every hour of every day." He slumped over, exhaling lowly. "I've been pushing it in as long as I can, trying to control myself. But I'm slipping up… badly."

Then he finally told her about the last few days. About the increasing power of his shadow. How he had seduced and used his friend's mother. How he had ravished a defenseless girl at school. How he had nearly killed a man.

There was a strange satisfaction in Cinder's eyes when he said that.

"Well, there's something to work with." She said playfully.

Jaune looked at her, confused.

"Now that we've identified the root of the problem, we can address it." She explained. "Tell me, Jaune…" she asked. "is violence wrong?"

He almost said yes but something made him bite his tongue. Most of the time, yeah, but…

Cinder sensed his hesitation. She smiled.

"It's all about context." She said. "If hunting an animal meant putting food on the table, if killing a man meant keeping your village from burning, if the only way to save your children's lives was to snap some brute's neck, would you be a good person if you didn't do it?"

There was a fire in Jaune's eyes now, of deep, primal contempt. Of course not. He would be weak .

She didn't need to hear him say it. Just looking at his face, the tightness of his jaw, she knew his answer.

"Both of us are sitting here today because the people who came before us were strong enough to survive. If you couldn't feed, fight or fuck… well I suppose there might be some satisfaction in dying for your own moral superiority, but I don't think you or I would much care for it."

Jaune shook his head. "This isn't about survival."

Cinder smiled condescendingly. "Isn't it? Nature is clumsy- if a creature isn't fit it dies. But the world is complex- what works in one context can get you killed in another. So we hedge our bets- we're tuned for the worst case scenario. When you see a cupcake sitting on a table, or a beautiful woman walking down the streets does your body realize that in modern Vale there's plenty of food and a lifetime to settle down? Plenty isn't something we're used to… you want to eat now , to have sex now , because if you don't gods knows when you'll get another chance."

"And that's why people are fat and horny." Jaune snarked. " You're saying I should just give in? That's not healthy."

"Neither is starving yourself." Cinder shot back. "Our drives may be simple, but we aren't. It's your job to balance those needs so you don't end up driving yourself off a cliff- to acknowledge what you want, everything you want, and find a way to get satisfy yourself properly. You can't do that by pretending part of you isn't there."

Jaune stared at her coldly. "You have no idea-"

"Don't I?" Cinder asked. "You think you're so different from a billion others?" She rolled her eyes. "Why don't you find yourself a nice girl to mess around with? If that isn't enough you can try swinging, polyamory, role play- plenty of other people do. You aren't the only one in the world with a sex drive."

It was with monumental effort that Jaune lay still and steadied his breathing. "No." He said. "Whatever you think, there's no one like me."

The woman's mouth twitched upwards.

"Are you afraid of love?" Cinder asked.

Jaune bit back a laugh. "Is that what you think?"

"No…" she said thoughtfully. "... you don't think you're good enough for it."

Jaune sat up in his seat at that.

"Thrown out by the people who were supposed to love you unconditionally…" Cinder continued " You think they were too good to do that for no reason. That deep down, something must be wrong with you . So you push everyone you love away, because if they're any good then they shouldn't be anywhere near you either."

Jaune's eyes met hers in a long staring contest, cold and piercing. Once he saw that Cinder wouldn't be cowed into backing down, he let out a long, low sigh.

"...It doesn't matter what I think."

"Of course it does." the shrink shot back. " You know what I think?" She said condescendingly. "I think you still aren't telling me everything. That you're holding back… because you're afraid you might hurt me."

Jaune's eyes widened. Then he chuckled. A relieved grin overtook his face. After so long fearing that someone might figure that out, finally having it out in the open was cathartic. "...You are good."

"I try." Cinder said with a touch of pride. "But if I'm going to help you, you need to be completely honest: with me, and yourself."

She frowned as she saw the Arc raise his guard up again. " You really don't want me to do that." He growled.

Cinder reached into her bag. "If you don't think you can control yourself I have another option." She pulled out a pair of steel handcuffs.

The blond raised an eyebrow. "...Why were you carrying those?"

Cinder's eyes twinkled. "Let's just say I lead an interesting life." She said. "But for our purposes they're quite useful. No matter how powerful you are you won't be able to do much with your hands behind your back… and if your body is tied down maybe you can let your mind wander."

As Cinder walked over with the cuffs Jaune's blood boiled. Part of him was repulsed to the core by the prospect of weakening himself, lowering himself, subordinating himself to a female .

That part needed to shut the fuck up.

"...Don't say I didn't warn you." He muttered.

He jerked himself up, turned around and hit back a grimace as the cold steel wrapped around his hands.

Cinder stepped back to admire her handiwork.

"So." She said, "What do you think?"

The change was almost immediate. Jaune tugged briefly at the chains, realized he couldn't get free, and he relaxed, like a great weight had been taken of his shoulders. Then his lips twisted themselves into a cocksure grin as he openly eyed her up, before tugging against the chains again, harder this time, and growling in dull frustration.

"I think you're an uppity bitch who needs to be put in her place."

"Is that so?" She hummed, eyes twinkling. "And where would that be?"

"On your knees." He said. "On your back. Beneath me." His voice had dropped several octaves and radiated a confident authority, an unquestioned certainty. "Or on my lap… really, any position that gets my cock in you. I'm not too picky." He smirked hungrily, teeth bared. "Tell you what, Cindy; be a doll and take these stupid things off and I'll let you pick your favorite."

"How chivalrous of you." She said mockingly. "You're the one who had to come crawling to me for help. What on earth makes you think I should obey you?"

"I'm a stud." He said simply, as if he was explaining something to a small child. " And you, Ms. Fall, are a slut. It's a tale as old as time."

"So you're a run of the mill misogynist." Cinder said.

Jaune laughed. "It's less of a woman thing and more of a person thing. Of course you're beneath me... you're soft, and frail, and weak. Most people are, compared to me… sluts just have something I want."

Once again he was irritated to see that Cinder looked pleased with his answer.

"What do you want?" She asked.

Without having to worry about hurting someone, or shocking them, or saying something he couldn't take back, Jaune could finally answer that question. He was a perfect specimen: the archetypal alpha male. He didn't need to agonize over what he wanted, what he was for; his purpose was burned into his soul. The world was his to wander, taking what he pleased and planting his superior seed deep in every willing womb that caught his eye.

His voice boomed; there was a primal fire in his eyes. "To dominate. To impregnate . And to break anyone and anything that gets in my way."

If he had expected Cinder to be disgusted, or afraid, he was mistaken. Her voice was eerily calm. "Then why haven't you?"

'Ay, there's the rub.'

His conscience came flooding back. It was easy enough for him to get his jollies when his partner would be the one left holding the bag. He got to be a stud- they got to be a slut, and a single mother to boot.

Jaune had entertained, from time to time, the fantasy of a family, of being a proper father and husband, with a beautiful wife who he was utterly in love with. There were a couple times when he thought he had found his girl.

He knew he couldn't do it. Monogamy was not his destiny- it went against his nature. Deep down, he knew that no woman could hope to sate him alone… and why should they, when there was no shortage of sluts that would be happy to pick up the slack? Before too long they would be mothers too… and if one family was hard to raise, what about five? Ten? Twenty? A hundred?

Jaune couldn't be there for all of them and he would fall apart if he tried. No, his girls would be more or less alone when he was done with them- except for the occasional repeat. Was that the kind of man he was going to be?

He thought of his favorite women, the ones that haunted his dreams every night, the ones his shadow was so determined to make his girls . To take their bodies, their lives, their legacies , and make them serve him.

He thought of Ruby, the pretty little silver eyed girl with a blossoming body and the biggest heart in the world. With her petite, womanly form and girlish attitude she had to be the cutest thing he had ever laid eyes on, who has all the weapon stats in Call of Heroes memorized, who likes fairy tales and horror movies with happy endings, who always went out of her way to help anyone in need. Who never failed to make him smile.

She already trusted him implicitly. She would be so easy to breed- to love.

His cock throbbed. His heart ached.

He thought of Nora, perky and bubbly in body and spirit, the short, stacked ginger with curves in all the right places and a wicked sense of humor . With the shape her body was in and her boundless energy, he could pound her senseless all night and she's loved Ren for years but has no idea how to tell him.

He thought of Pyrrha, the Invincible Girl, with a sculpted, athletic form that was still quintessentially feminine, who was smart and strong and beautiful, an ideal broodmare- she never seems to let it get to her head, she's so down to earth - he could fuck that tightbodied cunt into the ground.

Blake Belladonna, the classic beauty with a perfect ass who acted so above it all and was the apple of Kali's eye . Weiss Schnee, the ice princess who looked down on him, who's smug voice would sound so wonderful muffled by his cock, who sang like an angel and sounded so lonely . Glynda Goodwitch, the perfect cross between a supermodel and strict school teacher, so brilliant and beautiful and proud that breaking her into a submissive little slut would be one of the highlights of his life, who couldn't quite hide how much she cared . Coco Adel, the flawless fashionista with a 36-24-36 figure who loved flaunting it in the most stylish way possible. So bold, so confident, always has a kind word for Velvet .

He remembered Velvet in the closet- bright and gentle, her svelte, soft body, the softness of her lips against his, the whimpering little moans. He remembered her looking up at him, ears twitching nervously, cock in her face and still looking up at him in submission, in devotion, in love... and why couldn't he let himself love her back?

He thought of their mothers, MILFs with bodies begging for another baby to be blasted into them, who doted on him like he was an honorary son .

He thought of Yang.

The girl with golden locks, a voluptuous, hourglass figure, a perfect set of tits and a heart shaped ass and the most dazzling smile he had ever seen. Who flaunted her body like it was a work of art, which it was, who went ballistic when he pulled her hair and made the most awful puns . Who was strong and cocky and always had your back in a fight, even if she was a total softie once you got to know her . Who wasn't afraid to take on men twice her size, which made the thought of pinning and breaking her that much more exciting and he had to stay away because he would kill himself if he ever hurt her.

The little girl in the pigtails. His best friend.

Jaune blinked back tears before looking over Cinder. She was watching him carefully, but he didn't bother to hide it as he checked her out. Jaune had only just met her, but she was so stunning she was already in contention with the others.

She was less athletic than Pyrrha but obviously still in killer shape. Her dark hair, golden eyes and mysterious edge reminded him of Blake, but her body and bearing most resembled Coco's. There was a glint in her eyes, something about her posture, which had all of Nora's mischief but none of her good humor, all of Velvet's intellect and none of her tenderness, had all of Yang's fire but none of her warmth, all of Glynda's authority yet none of her mercy, all of Weiss's arrogance but none of her vulnerability, and the sweetness in her voice was laced with a sultrily, dangerous undertone, unlike Ruby's, which was pure and true. While there was a maturity about her, it was hardly maternal.

"Why not?" She asked again, her voice a sensual siren's call.

' You can't give me a reason why we can't take this one. ' His shadow growled.

Cinder's features were beautiful all around. On any one attribute he'd say another woman had her beat… but for her to be able to stand side by side with the very best of each… that made her something special. Fucking her would almost be like fucking all of them.

' Speaking of which. ' His shadow said.

If that was what he really wanted, what he was born to do, why was he so adamantly against it? Weren't they born for it too? He wasn't the only one with instincts, and if they had to sacrifice so much to make a baby why would they settle for a lesser male when they could hitch their genes to an adonis, a certified Arc Stud? Why else would they crumple like wet tissue paper as soon as he laid a hand on them? They wanted to get fucked as much as he wanted to fuck them. So why wouldn't he do it?

He knew why. They were beautiful bodies, built for breeding. Sex objects, cum dumps, broodmares… but every one of them was a person , too. A person with virtues and vices, hopes and dreams, a future they wanted to build.

"I can't." he whispered.

Cinder looked at him curiously, her head cocked to the side. " Can't what?" She asked sharply.

Jaune's fists were clenched, digging into the couch in an attempt to hold himself steady. His head swam. "I ...can't let myself… use them… like that." He choked out.

"Oh?" Cinder asked. "What about all that tough talk earlier? About putting a woman in her rightful place?"

Jaune tried to calm himself as best he could. 'Breath in… breath out… in… out… in and out and in and out and-

"That was my dick talking." He said shakily… "I don't mean that… they're all so much more than-"

"-That's why you can't stop thinking about them." Cinder said.

Jaune grimaced.

"You hate yourself because it isn't the average woman you obsess over. No… you'll use them, but to really prove yourself you need the best of the best. Stunning beauties who could have any man in the world.. on their knees, worshipping you like a god, throwing away all their other options without a second thought. Smart and kind women who ought to see right through you falling under your spell and bearing your young. Brave, strong and proud women bending under your iron will." Cinder's eyes were a blazing inferno as she stared into his soul.

"That's what you hate about yourself more than anything else; the more you admire your prize ...the more you want to possess them. The higher their pedestal the lower you'll drag them down. The more you love them… the more you want to ruin them. Because you're a conqueror, Jaune. Sure, you'd like to cast a wide net… but bagging an empty headed slut is child's play for you. They're a dime a dozen, you forget them as soon as they pass you by. But the stronger your opponent, the sweeter the victory is when you bring them down."

She paused thoughtfully, before a dark 'eureka' echoed in her face. "That's why one woman will never be enough for you. Because no matter how many times she lets you fuck her, you can only break her once-

"SHUT UP!"

'Seems I've touched a nerve.' Cinder thought to herself.

Jaune's entire body was stiffened with rage, but his eyes were a tempest. There was anger, guilt, fear… and want . She had him.

"Have you ever heard of the Sword and the Stone?" She asked.

Jaune's emotions softened for just a moment. "...What?"

"It's an old fairy tale." She murmured. "Long ago, a weapon of great power was forged, so destructive and unyielding that it slew all who stood in its path...and the foolish men who dared to wield it. The makers of the sword saw the path of bloody destruction in its wake, and in their fear, and guilt, they sealed it away."

Cinder began walking towards him, a sensual sway in her step, her voice a siren's call. She was letting her guard down; raw, genuine emotion bled into her voice. "But there came a day when the sword was needed, when someone strong and bold enough to claim it finally arrived. They approached that ancient blade, took it for themselves, and an entire Kingdom followed suit."

She smiled at the way Jaune stiffened as she stood inches away from him. She could feel his aura, swirling around him like a hurricane. Massive. Potent. Untapped. Cinder took two of her fingers and started walking them up Jaune's chest, enjoying the hitch in his breath and the firm, corded muscle that tensed under her touch. "You wield power you don't understand and can't control; you don't know what to do with it. You're a weapon without a wielder." She murmured longingly. "That's why you feel so lost." Reveling in the fact that she was riling him up and he couldn't touch her, that this alpha male was at her mercy, Cinder leaned up on her tiptoes so that she could whisper in his ear. "I can give you everything your heart desires. Be my sword, Jaune… and the entire world will kneel at our feet."

Jaune snapped.

A sharp crack sounded throughout the room as strong arms suddenly wrapped around Cinder's body.

"...What?" She squeaked.

The two stood still for a moment. Then Jaune started to laugh. It was a low, rumbling chuckle, savage in its quality.

Then his hands dug into her dress and pulled.

The fabric gave way as easily as the cuffs, and Cinder's dress fell ruined to the floor, leaving her body exposed to her alpha's roaming eyes,save for a pair of tight black shorts.

"No bra, Cindy? Naughty naughty" He teased, cupping an exposed breast. "...32C, right?"

Cinder squirmed futilely, finding back the sudden jolts of pleasure that were clouding her mind. "What are you...doing?" She asked breathlessly.

"Well." Jaune said, his other hand smacking her ass. "As tempting as your offer is, I think I have a better one." He spanked her again. Then again. "How about I fuck you into the ground, and you lie back like a good little slut and take it."

Cinder opened her mouth to protest but Jaune's lips crashed into hers, tongue quickly slipping its way inside.

'He's a good kisser.' She thought despite herself.

Jaune was certainly being a little rough with it, but the passion and dominance were matched by a solid understanding of technique- unlike most blushing teenagers he wasn't fumbling around rocking their teeth together or banging against her nose. Instead he was ravishing her mouth while his hands roamed her body and-

"Mmmmmph!"

Jaune pulled back, strands of saliva collecting their lips as his hand ghosted over her cloth clad cunt. "Sounds like someone liked that." He said, smirking.

Cinder, meanwhile, was catching her breath. The blond took advantage of his larger lung capacity to keep his partner lightheaded… it was a clever tactic, and one she would need to work around if she was going to…

Powerful hands dug into her ass and hoisted her off the ground.

"What are you-" Jaune captured her lips again and walked the two of them over to her desk.

"Now..." He said as he dropped her down. "Let's see how you scream."

Cinder tried to muster up a defiant look. "So, all that talk about not wanting to use other people was just that, talk?" She said acidly.

The blond loomed over her, unmoved. "I love my friends more than anything in the world." Jaune growled. "And I can barely keep my hands off them." Dark blue eyes scanned Cinder's exposed form approvingly. "I don't even like you.

Then his hand came down on her rear again. Hard .

Cinder bit back an undignified yelp.

Jaune smirked. "You still think you can control me, don't you?" He teased. "You're wrong ."

He kept spanking her again, smirk growing wider as Cinder's moans were not just of pain, but of pleasure. "You brute… you animal." She spat, before another punishing crack sounded across the room.

"Aw, that hurt my feelings." Jaune whined. "Now tell Master you're sorry."

He didn't miss the glint of rage in her eyes when he said that. He liked it.

He spanked her again. "You heard me." He said.

"Go choke." She spat.

Jaune tutted. "Wrong answer." He answered.

What followed was a punishing series of slaps as the blond made her ass ripple with every strike. Cinder squealed… first in pain, then in delight.

Jaune didn't miss the way she squirmed and flushed as he laid into her. "You like that, huh?" He said, spanking her harder, with a defeaning crack filling the building. "You like it when daddy spanks you, you dirty little slut?"

"Shu-shut up." She moaned.

Jaune parted her legs and leaned against her, only a few millimeters of cloth safeguarding her virtue. One hand roughly cupped her breast… the other wrapped its way around her neck. "You like it real rough, don't you?"

Choking in bed was an artform- you didn't want to use enough pressure to kill your partner, just to let them know you could . A show of force, a display of dominance, a reminder that you literally held them by the throat. For all his natural talent, Jaune was overdoing it.

Cinder saw spots in her vision as his voice started to fade into the background- it's dulcet tones ringing in her ears while the words vanished into smoke. Her mate.

She started to panic- he was strong, stronger than she could have hoped for, but that didn't mean much when his strength was used against her. No pawn was worth her life. She gripped her hands around his arm and prepared her own blessing, taking a moment to mourn the loss of the Arc.

Scorching caress failed.

Cinder's eyes widened as she felt his aura dissipate hers on contact. 'Does he know how to use it?' She wondered. 'Or is it just that strong?'

Without any other options, she began writhing weakly. The friction of their bodies rubbing together was delicious... distracting. It had to stop, no matter how good she felt. It couldn't end- not like this.

"Master." She croaked weakly, abandoning her pride. "Please."

He didn't stop. Maybe he couldn't hear her- her voice had to be faint. Maybe he didn't care.

Cinder's eyes started to roll up in the back of her head, as she ground her crotch into his leg. 'He's going to kill me.' She thought weakly. 'I'm going to die.'

Cinder squealed as pleasure spread across her body.

Suddenly the pressure was gone.

She took in a gasp of sweet, sweet air while her lover stepped back to appreciate the view.

"Man, you really do like it rough." He murmured. One less reason for him to hold back.

Cinder watched in amazement as her lover took two fingers and snapped the metal chains still attached to his wrists like a cheap string bracelet. Then she had to stop herself from drooling as he rolled off his shirt.

She had felt his strength… seeing it was a completely different experience. He had an athletic build, lean and muscular, built for speed and agility just as much as strength. He could strike, he could chase, he could pounce. He moved like a predator stalking its prey.

"You have 10 seconds to take off your shorts." He said as continued to strip himself. Cinder moved unconsciously to obey.

Then he dropped his pants.

Jaune smiled at Cinder's wide eyes and shocked gasp. The last few days had reinforced that he wasn't normal, but he didn't think he'd ever get tired of a woman's reaction the first time he whipped it out. Disbelief, desire, fear. Cock shock.

"That wasn't your leg." She murmured drunkenly. Jaune laughed.

Cinder had been with a few men ('boys' she corrected, because she knew she'd never look at them as men again) but Jaune was in a completely different weight class.

His cock jutted out at her like a spear, bobbing eagerly. It was big and veiny… it had to be almost a foot long, and as thick as a soda can.

"Time's up." He said, gripping her waistband and tearing it asunder. Her panties came off too- he tossed the torn fabric to the floor, reminding himself to take it as a trophy- he would be leaving a present of his own behind.

Cinder's cunt glistened as it was completely exposed to the cool air of the office, and her stud's hungry gaze.

"It...it won't fit." She said incredulously, as he drew closer.

Jaune lined himself up against her pink, puffy lips. "Only one way to find out." He said, pushing forward.

Cinder gasped.

Jaune wasn't just absurdly long, he was thick . That meant every millimeter he moved stretched Cinder's cunt like never before… he wouldn't just tickle her womb, he would split her in half.

By the time he had gotten the head in Cinder was already gasping for air. As inch after inch made its way through her tunnel the discomfort was replaced by the pure shock that her abused pussy could even take it. Finally he came to a stop inside, past where any man had gone before.

Cinder took the chance to catch her breath.

"I-is that all?" She mocked, her flush giving her bluff away. Still, she stared defiantly into his eyes, as if her cunt wasn't quivering around the biggest dick it had ever taken.

Jaune smirked. "That's half."

Cinder's eyes widened. "Ha-"

Her stud pulled back and slammed forward, ramming several more inches into her twitching twat. She doubted she would ever really get used to him… but now that she was over the shock of entry, she couldn't deny that it was starting to feel-

"Ah!"

-Good .

Cinder lost track of how many times she came. One after the other, climaxes crashed over her body, in a never ending chain. If one was ending, another rose to take its place. It seemed like madness, but the Arc was angling his thrusts expertly, so that every move was a heavy blow to the g spot, so that his pelvis was grinding against her clit. He was supposed to be the virgin in the room, but he was in total control while she could barely cling to the desk as he threatened to knock her off with every movement of his hands were wrapped around her waist, holding tight, while her pussy spasmed around him.

His cock was a mighty battering ram, slamming into her cervix and sanity.

She tried to shake herself awake. 'It's just a physical reaction, just chemicals firing in my brain.' Feebly she went through her lessons to try and distance herself from the pleasure.

'It's just dopamine… just your body giving you a reward for landing such a hunk- "Oh yes, right there, please!"

That was dangerous enough… this much pleasure could quickly become addictive if she wasn't careful, worse than any drug. But it wasn't what really scared her… no, that was the growing feeling of attachment, of submission.

She tried to hold another climax back. 'After orgasm, the brain releases a dose of oxytocin to induce pair bonding… affection, devotion, loyalty.' That was the insidious little thing that was twisting her thoughts as she looked up at her stud, whose overwhelming power was no longer a threat but a relief, whose grasp she never wanted to leave-

Another orgasm wracked her body. Cinder knew exactly what Jaune was doing to her… and there wasn't anything she could do about it.

"Don't...stop." She whined, as her hips rolled against his cock.

Jaune kept moving. "What was that, sweetheart?"

"Don't...stop...don't...stop…. Oh gods, DON'T STOP!"

The stud grinned. "Wasn't planning on it." He said, picking up the pace.

The air filled with the sinful sound of flesh meeting flesh. Cinder's body was flushed red. Her mind was breaking.

She moaned softly. She was losing it, fast. She pulled her hands off the table, running them over Jaune's muscled form. There was a desperation in her eyes now… bordering on madness. "If...if you don't stop I'll… I'll - AAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Jaune stopped for a moment as the biggest orgasm of her life overtook her. Then he felt Cinder's arms wrap around his neck. For a moment, he worried, until she pulled him in for a sloppy, eager kiss.

He pressed his tongue against hers, as he conquered both her holes. Cinder moaned deliriously as he pulled back, a thin stand of saliva connecting their lips. He swore that if he looked at the right angle he could see hearts in her eyes.

"God, you feel good Cinder." He groaned, as she matched his thrusts with her own. "Your cunt's like a fucking furnace."

Cinder just moaned, breasts bouncing as he continued to pound away.

"I think you might have gotten yourself a regular client." he teased, cupping her cheek. "That sound good, whore? Giving out treatment whenever I need it?"

"Oh, yes, yes!" She moaned. "Harder, faster… whenever you want!"

The blond looked down on her with a shit eating grin. "Are you giving your master orders?"

Cinder bit her lip as her pride warred with her lust. It was all just an act, right? Something to get what she wanted. " No sir." She whined. "Never… but your pussy needs you. Wants you… gods I'll do anything if you'll just fuck me!"

The woman groaned as the Arc clapped her cheeks just the way she wanted. "Oh god, just like that… baby, I'm gonna cum…"

"...Me too." Jaune said.

Cinder's heart stopped.

"Inside?" She squeaked.

"Oh yeah." Jaune grunted, balls tightening. "Let's come together baby."

"You-you can't!" Cinder cried.

Jaune kept thrusting, unabashed. "Really?" He asked.

Cinder shrunk under his stare. "Nobody cums in me." She said, trying to sound intimidating and failing miserably.

Jaune just smirked. "You seem like a smart girl." He said. "Probably got your whole life planned out." He bottomed out inside her. "How 'bout I fuck it up for you?"

Cinder's cunt tightened.

"Oh, you like that?" He teased. " I bet you aren't on birth control, and your body's begging to get knocked up by a stud like me."

"N-n-noooo." Cinder whined, fighting back moans as her lover fucked her even harder.

"Admit it." He growled. "You want this."

Cinder's dreams flashed before her eyes, but they were warped, twisted. She was on top of the world, but she wasn't the one on the throne anymore. She was standing by his side, smiling as she watched her master hold court. He was giving the orders, she was taking them. She would drop to her knees and please him in front of the entire world if he said the word- he was the King, after all, even the Queen was his bitch. Jaune lounged back in his chair- purple was such a good color on him- while the most powerful men in the world groveled as he held their lives in his hands. They would beg, and he would ignore them, catching his Queen's eye with a gentle smile, and her heart would soar as she held her most precious treasure in her arms. Only she wasn't holding a scepter, or wielding a relic. She was nursing a child. His child. Their child.

The last ashes of her old self flickered in rebellion- Ash, she liked that name - telling her that she had to stop this now, that she'd never subject herself to something like that, something so… so…

Jaune knocked down her walls with one last thrust.

"Perfect." She cooed. She could feel the ecstasy building, greater than anything she'd ever felt, and her body thrummed in anticipation for the moment when the pair would come together.

It didn't come.

Jaune was pulling out, but he wasn't going back in.

"Wait." Cinder whimpered.

"Can't." Jaune said. "After all, didn't you say nobody cums in you?" He asked mockingly. "Guess I'll just have to settle for your pretty little mouth." Inch by inch, he continued to withdraw. But he was still scraping deliciously against her insides. Her body was still primed, on the edge of the greatest pleasure it could ever feel.

"G-give it back." She begged, bucking her hips. It was no use- Jaune's hands held her in place so she could barely move. He had all the leverage. She had no shame left, no pride to lose, she could only appeal to his ego. "...Master, please ... give it back." she cried.

He was almost completely outside of her now, only the tip sticking in. "Give you what?" he asked. Playing dumb.

Cinder broke completely. "Give me your cock!" She cried. "Give me your cum! Give me your baby! I need it-YEEEEEEEES!"

Jaune buried himself her in a single thrust. "If you insist."

Cinder came explosively. Her cunt clenched down on him futilely as he continued to thrust in and out, hammering away like a raging bull. She wouldn't let him leave her, not until he'd given her what she wanted, what she craved, what she'd earned.

Jaune's movements were wilder than before- no matter how hard or fast he had fucked her before it had been in a steady rhythm, with her master in complete control. Now it was irregular, frantic, as he finally let himself loose, bruising her hips in a she felt his cock pulse, and expand to an impossible size, Cinder was overcome by mind shattering bliss.

"OOOOOOH GOD FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

Jaune erupted.

He roared as he came, shot after shot of white hot lava into Cinder's eager cunt. Her inner walls gripped his cock like a vice, so that his massive member acted like a cork, forcing all his swimmers in a single direction- right on target. Cinder could feel it splashing inside her, burning her, marking her...breeding her. And her own orgasm kept going, body trembling as she drew him deeper, milked him for every drop he had.

After what seemed like an eternity Jaune finally stopped. He took a second to appreciate his handiwork- the gentle sprawling of his lover's body, the faraway look in her eyes as she came, drawing his seed deeper and deeper inside. The strands of hair soaked in sweat and sticking to her face and neck. The gentle rise and fall of her breast with every ragged breath.

'I think I've found my calling.'

Cinder came down from paradise with a delighted sigh.

She was uncharacteristically calm about the massive creampie the Arc had just given her. Normally men stupid enough to seed her got their throats slit for their trouble… but Jaune was no ordinary man. The potent payload pooling in her uterus could certainly pose a problem if she let it sit for too long, but she could take precautions. Later. For now, she could just lay back and enjoy the warm afterglow of a fantastic fuck.

She felt the sensual pleasure of his muscled bulk bearing down on her- he was propped up on his elbows, just enough not to crush her while still letting her feel his weight. His chiseled body glistened with sweat, and his chest gently rose and fell with each breath- but his eyes were still focused.

'Gods, he is gorgeous.' Cinder thought happily.

She had never felt like this before. Cinder was no stranger to sex, she was a classic femme fatale who knew she had everything a man could want… but the promise was worth more than the reward, and she had gotten ahead by teasing, not treating. The few times desire or boredom had led her to bed with a man she had been in control. Sexuality was her weapon- it had never been turned against her. She had never been fucked .

'First time for everything.' she thought.

The man was worth keeping around just for that. After finally learning what it felt like to be a bottom, Cinder had to admit she liked it. Jaune Arc was naïve, but he was ridiculously good in bed, and if this was what he was capable of as a virgin she'd be all too happy to let him take the reins while she rode him like a bucking bronco. She'd been overwhelmed by his presence, but now that she knew to account for it she could slowly claw her way back on top when it counted, use her feminine wiles to secure his loyalty. If sex was his price… well, it was one Cinder didn't mind paying. She would be his in the bedroom- he would be hers on the battlefield.

Already her mind churned with possibilities. She had never had such a powerful pawn before. 'No… he's no pawn.' She thought, love drunk as she stared up at her blond adonis, with a body fit for a god. 'He's a knight. A dragon-slaying, kingdom conquering knight.' And Cinder would ride him to victory.

Even more impressive than the power of his body was the strength of his soul. Cinder could feel it now, radiating through her body from his manhood. It was wild, untamed, which meant he couldn't be channeling it consciously, but already it was soothing her, healing the minor injuries that came from such a brutal fucking, acclimating her tight pussy to his absurdly massive member. 'He really is built for sex.' She thought dimly. No matter. Someone with that much power to spare could certainly learn to use it for more martial tasks.

Naturally being able to channel aura to one's extremities was a rarity- the fact that it seemed to be centered on his genitals was something Cinder had never even heard of before. Briefly, the possibility of aura enhanced sperm crossed her mind. She dismissed it- she had studied aura for a lifetime, and it shouldn't be possible based on everything she knew. If it was… well, she would have to abort that bridge when she came to it.

...for some reason she couldn't think too clearly about that.

No matter. However much power she was willing to cede to him Cinder had to establish some boundaries. She couldn't surrender herself again. Jaune would have to be housebroken enough not to cum inside her- she hated taking morning after pills and the risk if she didn't was too great to allow. She had murdered lesser men for making her; a Queen could only make so many allowances, even for her most powerful tool-

-Jaune's tool twitched inside her.

Cinder had been so caught up in her own lust for power and post orgasmic haze that she had failed to notice her partner was still hard. Even after he spent himself inside her with what had to be ten times more semen than a normal man could produce, his monstrous member hadn't softened by a millimeter.

One hand palmed her breast while another locked onto her hip, before he pulled back and thrusted. Hard.

Cinder saw stars.

"Ah!" Her hands shot forward feebly towards his chest, but whether it was to stop him or pull him in she couldn't say.

Jaune smirked. "You didn't think I was done, did you?" He murmured in a low baritone, leaning forward and claiming her lips as he started pounding her even harder than before. "I've been pent up for over two years, doc." He groaned. "We've got some shit to work through."

'This is bad.' Cinder thought hazily. 'This is very bad.' If she was going to use this man she had to be able to control him, and as he kept thrusting that dream drifted further and further away. Her pussy had been thoroughly tenderized by their last round, and it was hypersensitive to the new stimulation her lover was giving her.

Jaune seemed to sense the resistance fading from her eyes, because his aura became even more overpowering. He laid a single, punishing SMACK on her rear and Cinder almost came then and there.

"You're my bitch now, babe." He growled, before thrusting the crown of his cock right against her g-spot.

Cinder's mind went as white as her womb.

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After what seemed like days Jaune finally stopped.

Not because he was satisfied- though he was feeling better than he'd had in years- but because Cinder's body had given out.

She had been trapped in an incoherent, orgasmic haze after their second round, but at least she was conscious in some sense up until now. But eventually, after he had brought her to climax dozens of times, her eyes had rolled up into the back of her head and her body had gone limp. She passed out of the desk, in a pool of her own sweat. He had broken her in alright, and if he kept at it all he would do was break her completely.

With a heavy sigh, Jaune withdrew himself.

Jaune wasn't above inflicting pain- sluts weren't made out of glass, and it was a good way to flaunt his strength, to remind them how much bigger and stronger he was. There was nothing like a good spank, choke or slap to show a woman why their rightful place in the world was as his bitch. But, bitch though she may be, and she definitely was, Cinder was his now. Hurting her was out of the question. Leaving her limping and bowlegged… well, he'd be doing that on a regular basis. But for a stud to risk permanent damage to one of his mares… that was the height of counterproductive stupidity.

So, for now, he would have to satisfy himself with the sight of Cinder's thoroughly bred cunt.

Her entrance was a white, frothy mess, and streams of it were leaking down her thighs, sliding down the crack of her ass and pooling down onto the desk. For every drop outside, there were a dozen inside. He had stuffed her so full of sperm he could have knocked up her entire family.

Jaune idly wondered if Cinder really wasn't on birth control, before his shadow reminded him that that wasn't his problem.

He looked at the clock. It was half past ten… their appointment had started at 5:00, and even though it had taken a while to get sexual that meant it had been a solid three or four hours of non-stop fucking. 'Probably longer than I should have gone.' After abstaining for so long, Jaune had been curious to find out what his limits were, but after cumming 7 times he showed no signs of flagging. He looked at Cinder's comatose body with some small measure of pity. 'No more experiments.' He thought sternly. 'Not with a single girl, anyway.'

He had heard the old legend of the hero who had bred 40 girls in a single night- it might not be a bad idea to test that story out.

Normally he would have identified that thought with his shadow, but after letting it out the lines between them were starting to blur. Right now there was only Jaune.

Still, his 'persona' hadn't gone away entirely, and looking down at Cinder, he felt responsible for taking care of her, at least a little bit. He threw on some clothes, walked out of the room, closed the door behind him and went to go get some paper towers. 'Might as well clean her up.' This wasn't even her office- while forcing her to clean up his sperm stains might have been hot, making some poor office temp do the deed was just rude.

Once he got halfway down the hall he began to feel differently. His erection faded as his lust cleared away, and suddenly he was very hungry and very thirsty. He stopped by the water fountain and spent a solid minute gulping up as much as he could. 'I did lose a lot of fluid.' he thought to himself.

With his mind cleared, he was learning about his body too. He wasn't a normal man; his size and stamina proved that, but his libido was so out of control that when a fertile bitch was on the table -literally- his body shut out everything else. Now that Cinder was out of his sight, things like hunger, thirst and fatigue started to matter again, and he felt a pleasant ache in muscles, a powerful rumbling in his stomach. He stuffed some toilet paper in his pocket and made his way over to the vending machine.

As he looked over his options, Jaune wondered if it was possible for him to literally fuck himself to death. On one hand, that was definitely the way he wanted to go out. On the other, any woman he found would probably give out well before him. There were athletes who were capable of running for a hundred miles straight,non-stop for an entire day. He could probably last at least that long, and he would love every second of it.

' This is what I've been trying to avoid?'

He got a water bottle for Cinder- the poor girl was definitely dehydrated- and made her way back to her room.

She was still laying down on the desk, though her body had started to twitch a little. Jaune gently maneuvered her legs out of the way while he wiped up their combined fluids. Once he had done as much as he could he went over to her purse and pulled out her phone and wallet.

There was no way she was getting home on her own… and it wouldn't hurt to know where she lived.

Sure enough, he found her driver's license and address. Then he sent himself a message that read 'Cinder Fall: Certified Freak' and set his contact to 'Master'.

He walked over to the desk, placed a hand on her cheek, and gently slapped her awake.

It took two or three tries- she was out cold. Finally her eyes opened, glazed and unfocused.

"No more." she croaked out. "Please."

Jaune sighed. "Here." He ordered. "Take this."

Cinder felt a cylinder press against her lips. Sometime after her mind had gone Jaune had pulled out of her pussy and before she could protest the loss had stuffed his cock right into her open mouth. Cinder Fall did not do blow jobs- they did nothing for her and she was tired of living on her knees. But when faced with this absolute Alpha it was all she could do to bob and lick while he grabbed her head and fucked her throat. She wasn't very good at it, but that was fine- she knew she'd get plenty of practice. 'Just… not now. Please not now.'

But this shape was smaller than the cock she had fallen in love with; the intoxicating musk was gone and the fluid leaking out of it wasn't nearly as thick or addictive. It almost felt like a normal man's jizz… no, less than that… it was…

"Water!" Her hands shot forward and grabbed the bottle greedily. Jaune's hands held her tight and stopped her.

Unfocused golden eyes met unyielding blue. "Drink slowly." He ordered.

Cinder flinched but instinctively obeyed. She was too out of it to realize the risk of hurting herself, to know why Jaune was giving her an order, all she knew was that Master wanted something, and she-

'No.' She thought feebly. 'I can't lose myself. Not to him. Not like this.'

Jaune looked down on her with an almost tender glance as she emptied the bottle in long, slow gulps. When she licked her lips for the last drops he almost smiled.

"Want another one?" He asked.

'So much.' Cinder thought, but her thirst was nothing compared to her aversion to weakness. It was terrifying that she already needed him this badly. She refused to beg.

Jaune seemed to pick up on this because he went and got her another bottle anyway. Then he came back and stared her down until she drank, authority unspoken and unquestioned, cradling her like a baby to control her pace.

It made Cinder's heart swell when it should have been gripped with rage.

Then he scooped her up bridal style and carried her out the door.

"Wait…" Cinder cried feebly. Jaune kept walking. Even now she couldn't help but marvel at his strength. She was a fit woman, but she was also an adult human, and Jaune was walking as if he couldn't feel her weight.

"We need to get you home." He said firmly. "You aren't driving."

As they approached the parking lot, Cinder was very aware of her own nudity, and the stench of sex emanating off her. She had always been proud of her body, but after having been reduced to this she couldn't stand the thought of being seen.

"Someone might see." She murmured weakly.

Jaune chuckled. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He teased. Then he stopped. 100 feet from his car, two homeless men with ratty clothes and sunken eyes were shooting the breeze.

"I think they see us." He said.

"No." Cinder whimpered.

Then Jaune adjusted his grip so that he could spank her again, the sound echoing across the garage.

The two men stopped talking. Their jaws dropped and their eyes went wide as saucers.

"Attention Vale." Jaune said, voice booming, punctuating his sentence with another slap. "This is Cinder Fall, Jaune Arc's personal cocksleeve." He looked them over with a shit eating grin. "That is all."

The men looked at her used, naked body with undisguised hunger in their eyes, and began stalking forward like jackals. One of them reached into his pocket, probably for a knife. The other was more genial.

"Mind if we take her for a whirl?" He wheezed.

Cinder's body shook in revulsion. She was in no state to refuse. It was one thing to submit to Jaune… but to them, this chance scum? Never. Never in a million years. She'd die first.

The air was suddenly thick with power. Jaune's eyes darkened dangerously, and his posture shifted a little as he stood tall and broad. His voice boomed, deep and low. "No thanks, guys." He said.

Then he stared them down.

The men stopped moving forward. Then, slowly, compelled by a force they could barely understand, they started stepping back. After 10 seconds they were off in a full blown sprint, scavengers scampering away from a choice kill in the face of an apex predator.

That's exactly what Jaune was. This stud that had tamed her in a single night and planted his seed good and deep inside her. This warrior who was carved from marble and moved like a lion with an aura that dwarfed her own. This behemoth that fucked like a stallion and could carry her around like a doll.

"You're… monster." Cinder murmured wondrously.

The exhausted woman faded into unconsciousness in his arms, so she didn't see the expression on the boy's face.

Jaune was quiet for a long moment, before he gently set her down in the back of his car.

"...Yeah." He whispered. "I guess I am."