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.

11. Chapter 11: An Arc's Pride Part 2

Content Warning

This chapter contains TWO SCENES. The first is, well, exactly what you're expecting. Many of you have expressed your discomfort with such content. I'm not taking it out, for narrative purposes I actually can't, but you can skip this part if it doesn't sit right with you.

HOWEVER, if you do I would still recommend reading the second scene, which is pretty pivotal as far as the plot goes. I'd also recommend reading the author's note underneath, which attempts to address the aforementioned concerns. Proceed at your own risk.

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"You can start by sucking my cock."

The petite woman sighed. 'That's what I was afraid of.'

If Tai had been angry before, he was utterly furious now. " You think we'd fall for that shit so easily?!" He spat. "You're filming all of this, aren't you? What's to stop you from holding the footage over our heads forever?"

Mason shook his head. "I'm a man of my word. If I promise that nothing that happens today leaves this room, that means everything." He smirked. "I will keep the video, but only for the occasional trip down memory lane on lonely nights… I don't have many of those."

Summer grimaced. She would be on display, like every medal in this room, no doubt side by side with countless other two bit tarts. Just another one of his trophies.

But they would walk out unharmed.

"Tai… won't remember?" She asked softly.

Mason nodded. "When the drug wears off, it will all fade away like a bad dream."

Tai saw the gears turning in his lover's head. His eyes widened. "Summer, you don't have to do this!" He shouted.

She smiled sadly. "I do…" She whispered. She had seen the kind of corruption that went on in this Kingdom, what kinds of things people could get away with. They weren't ready for that fight. Not now. "For Yang, for Ruby, and for you…" She blinked back tears "...I love you."

The lovers were interrupted by an impatient snap of the Arc's fingers.

"Strip." He ordered coldly. "And make it convincing."

Summer glared, but began to move forward. She loosened her skirt until it fell down her legs, kicking it off with her shoes. She rolled her hips in a tantalizing sway as she shuffled out of her shirt, closing the distance between her and the Arc. Finally, she peeled off her socks at an agonizingly slow pace. The movement of her body was sensual… the look in her eyes was scathing.

The Arc seemed to enjoy her little spark of defiance. He looked her over appraisingly, eyes lingering on her underwear- plain, white, practical.

"I meant everything ." He said calmly.

Summer shook. Then she unclasped her bra.

It fell to the ground with a barely audible thud, exposing her chest to Mason's wandering eyes.

They were C-cups, and still had a remarkable amount of perk for a woman just shy of 40. Soft and sound, with smooth, creamy skin making the rosy red of her nipples pop out even more, nipples that were stiffened from the cool air of the room 'and no other reason' she told herself.

Mason reached forward and cupped one, rolling it experimentally. "All natural." He said, making her squirm. "Not bad. Not bad at all. But you're not done yet."

If looks could kill, Mason Arc would have dropped dead, but the only thing Summer could drop was her panties. She was completely exposed, with nothing but her pride left to protect her.

The Arc's eyes lit up as they locked on Summer's exposed slit. "Someone's wet." He teased.

Of course she was. She and Tai had been fooling around before they had ever stepped into the room.

"Now me." He ordered.

Summer caught his drift and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, fingers deftly weaving over his muscled chest.

"Not man enough to do it yourself?" She spat.

Mason smirked, looking down at her as she worked. "Man enough to make you do it." He said.

There were plenty of lines of attack Summer could have taken against the Arc, but insulting his manhood wasn't one of them. Whatever else he was, Mason Arc was all man. A human being? The jury was still out on that one. A stud? Without question.

'It could be worse.' She thought, as she finished the last button and got down on her knees, fumbling for his belt buckle. 'At least he isn't ugly.' In purely aesthetic terms he was quite attractive, actually. Summer didn't feel too bad about noticing. She had a type and she knew it. It wasn't even disloyalty; the only things she liked about Mason were the things he had in common with Tai. Tall, blond, well built with a big-

Summer's eyes widened as a thick, veiny appendage popped out in her face, jutting out of Mason's pants like a crude, fleshy beer bottle.

It didn't taper quite as much at the top, but otherwise the comparison seemed spot on. Summer cautiously wrapped a hand around it… as much of it as she could, anyway. More surprising than its girth was its heft ; she could feel the weight of it pressing against her palm. Heavy. Hot. Throbbing. It pulsed aggressively at her touch, and a bead of thick, white precum started leaking out of the tip.

It wasn't that much longer than Tai's (nevermind that Tai was by far the biggest she'd seen until… 2 seconds ago…) but it was noticeably thicker. More intimidating. More dangerous.

The silver eyed woman hid her reaction well, but Mason caught it all the same. He looked down at her with a shit eating grin.

"Too much?" He teased.

Shock turned to anger. 'Fucking big dicked, big ego bastard.'

He thought he could overwhelm her that easily?

Summer parted her lips and swallowed him whole. Mason groaned in approval.

Silver eyes met blue, mocking. Of course, the effectiveness of Summer's taunt was somewhat limited, considering she still had his cock in her mouth, and since for all her bravado she was still struggling to pull it off. Deepthroating was actually one of Summer's favorite things to do in bed, but she'd never had to stretch her lips this wide.

'Just get him to blow his load and get out.' She told herself, trying to ignore the potent musk filling her nostrils.

Mason put a hand on the top of her head as she bobbed up and down like a pro, humming around his dick.

"Such a pretty little cocksucker." He said, playing with her hair. "You're a lucky man Tai."

"Fuck you."

Mason watched both of his victims with a curious glint in his eye. Both seemed resigned to the situation, but not broken. This was just something they would have to put up with for a little while longer. He smirked. 'I love a good challenge.'

"I mean it." He said. "Not many women can handle it all on the first try. You must be packing heat." He said, laughing. "I'd say...half an inch shorter than mine? I've gotta be at least an inch girthier, though." Mason looked into Summer's eyes and smirked at her incredulous glance. "Looks like I'm right on the money."

Tai scoffed- he didn't have the best view of his woman fellating the Arc's cock, so he didn't know what Mason was working with, and frankly, he didn't want to. "How do you figure that?"

Shlick, shlick, shlick.

"It's all in how they adjust." Mason said, as Summer sucked him like a vacuum cleaner. "I can tell what a woman's used to based on how hard it is for them to handle me." He groaned. "Summer's pretty fucking good- yeah, work that tongue, slut- but I can tell she's working a little harder than usual."

"Seriously, go fuck yourself." Tai said, refusing to be cowed.

"You should take it as a compliment." Mason said casually. "You're pretty fit, and your woman hasn't completely broken yet. There are so many weak little baby dicks out there." Mason said derisively. "It's rather refreshing, competing against a proper man. Summer might even still fuck you when I'm done with her." He paused, thoughtfully. "She fucks you , doesn't she?"

Summer colored slightly. Tai was assertive and playful, and she was more than happy to take care of his needs, but they had both always enjoyed it more when she took the lead. Sure, she would suck him off if he asked, but she set the pace, she worked her magic and she got to watch him unravel under her skilled lips-

Mason pushed down hard on her head and slammed her down to the base, burying his cock in Summer's throat and her nose in his pubes.

"Gakh!" Summer gurgled, fighting back her gag reflex as his thick musk filled her lungs.

Mason pulled her off, only to slam her back on again, fingers gripping her scalp. The power and urgency of his thrusts picked up. One hand steadied her head while the other began wandering down her neck, her chest, her stomach.

"A woman this fine deserves to get fucked , deserves a stud who gives her that kind of pounding. Take notes." He said, heavy balls hammering into Summer's chin as he furiously fucked her face.

Summer had tried catching him off guard, turning the tables. Instead, she only advertised that she could take deepthroat his entire length, something the Arc was all too happy to exploit. Summer was able to repress her gag reflex and breath through her nose, but the force of his thrusts was overwhelming.

Mason reached down and fondled one of her breasts. "Gods, your tits are to die for." He said approvingly, never slowing down his pace. "Finger yourself, slut. You deserve something nice."

Summer was in too much of a haze to do anything other than obey. It made sense, after all- if he was going to be so selfish, and last so fucking long, she needed something to keep her occupied, other than the ache in her jaw and that potent smell in her nose.

One hand went down to her wet and swollen pussy, while the other went up to whatever tit Mason wasn't mauling at the moment. He alternated, regularly, and he was watching her like a hawk, too. Every time she fondled herself a new way, tweaked her nipple just the way she liked it, the Arc picked up on it, and started doing the same with his larger, stronger hands.

Summer's mind was hazy; the Arc seemed to keep going forever, and soon all she could do was breath and feel.

Her fingers were slick and frantic as lines of drool dripped out of her mouth. Against all odds, somehow it looked like she was going to come first. She could feel it building, burning, ready to crash over her at any second-

"UUUUUUUNNNNHHHH." Mason growled, grabbing her head with both hands as he slammed himself in one last time and let loose.

Summer gulped frantically as her throat was filled to the brim with shot after shot of thick, sticky jizz. She wasn't able to focus on anything else- she couldn't even breath for fear of taking it down the wrong hole.

'He's like a damn firehose.' She thought, eyes rolling in the back of her head.

After too damn long, he finally stopped, pulling out of her mouth with a loud, wet pop.

Summer coughed and gasped, hacking up spit and golden pubic hair.

"God, that was fun." He said happily, looking at the white stains on Summer's exhausted tongue.

"Asshole." She sputtered, furious at her own aborted orgasm.

Suddenly Mason's hands were bunched up in her hair again as he roughly pulled the woman to her feet and set her down roughly on the desk, knocking papers and photos to the ground.

Silver eyes widened as the Arc positioned himself between her spread legs, and slapped his hard, fat cock right on her slender stomach. Big, full balls were resting against her slick folds, and the stiff, hard member burning against her skin let her know that the last shot was only the opening salvo. It pulsed dangerously. Looking down at it Summer could see exactly how deep he would go inside her.

"Th-this wasn't part of the deal." She said, as he put his hands against her thighs and started pulling back, trying to ignore the friction of their none too dry humping as he did so.

Mason frowned. " New deal." He said irritably. "I get to fuck you, and you get a note from the family doctor saying Jaune's condition is normal. My son gets a clean bill of health, you get your world rocked."

Her head swam. That was fair, wasn't it?

Why had she come here again? For… for Jaune. And her girls. If she stopped now, they would walk out empty handed, and this entire meeting was pointless. She had already gone this far, hadn't she? Did it make sense to put her foot down now? She could come in with nothing and leave with nothing.

Or cum.

She could feel the powerful body hovering over her, member just outside her womanhood. Waiting. Between her fingering and his pheromones, her pussy was soaked . Primed .

Summer bit her lip, refusing to look him in the eyes.

"...Deal." She whispered.

Mason pressed his head in and bottomed out in a single, brutal thrust.

Summer bit back a scream as she came.

The Arc didn't move, resting his muscular build atop hers as he felt her writhe under his touch. Her fingers dug into the hard wood of the desk as she did her best to keep her climax quiet. His eyes darted over to Tai, furious, but unaware of Summer's reaction.

'So that's the game she's playing?' He thought darkly.

The petite woman writhed as her walls adjusted to his size.

"Too big?" He teased.

Summer trembled, but wrapped her legs around his waist.

"You wish." she said.

'Bitch won't back down from a fight.' He thought. So many women were happy to give in, but Summer was a born leader. No matter how strong his pull, no matter much she wanted him, she wouldn't just relinquish control- she'd fight for it. She'd love the fight, and she would play to win. But she was playing against a stacked deck. 'Got her.'

He began thrusting, mauling her breast with one hand while the other covered her mouth. Summer tried to pry it off before fighting back a moan. He leaned in, hot breath tickling her ear.

"Wouldn't want hubby to hear, now, would we?"

Then he picked up the pace.

'Why the hell does it feel good ?' Summer thought madly. Had he drugged her? Gods, she had to be on some kind of aphrodisiac right now, why else would she be this horny? But when? How?

"You've got everyone fooled, don't you?" Mason asked, moving his big, strong hand off her lips and over her neck.

Summer panted, pupils dilated.

"Tai thinks you're some sweet little angel, who put the pieces of his life together out of the kindness of her own heart." He said. "But you and I know the truth."

"What's that?" Summer scoffed, gathering her strength.

"You're a size queen slut."

Summer gasped as her pussy tightened around him.

'That knocked the wind out of her.' He told himself.

"I knew it the second I whipped it out." He said. "Most girls are a little scared when they see it for the first time. Not you."

Summer shook. "Y-you're not as special as you think you are."

Mason chuckled. "Oh, I know. You know how to handle a big cock. And you know what you like." This conversation was way too intimate, with their heated skins pressing against each other at every possible juncture, bodies coated in a growing sheen of sweat with every movement. "You saw something you liked and you took it."

Summer growled. "I don't like you ."

Mason smirked. "I meant him." He said. The MILF's cunt was weeping. 'Freudian slip.' He thought smugly.

Summer turned to Tai, sitting still, holding his breath, body radiating rage but… strength too. Courage.

"You didn't see your best friend's ex, or a lonely, heartbroken widow." Mason murmured. "You saw a stud, and you swooped in and offered yourself up on a silver platter." He pulled her up by her hair, hard, until her face was less than an inch from his." I bet you wanted him from the start."

Summer's heart ached. "Sh-shut up." She breathed.

"It must hurt knowing that you were the silver medal." He said cockily. "But you got the happy ending, you got the boy toy." He laughed. "You love him for the same reason you love this." He said, thrusting deep inside her landing a heavy blow in just the right spot. "Because that's all you want." he said. "A blond beefcake with a big dick."

'No.' She thought pitifully. 'That wasn't the reason. Not the only reason.'

"You homewrecking whore!" he yelled. "How do you like the upgrade!?"

Summer did her best to keep quiet, though she couldn't fight back all the little 'oohs' and 'ahs' that escaped her lips every other thrust. For Tai's sake she hoped the obscene wet sound of flesh slamming against flesh muffled her cries- it was a lot better than the wanton moaning her body wanted to be doing.

There was something different about Mason's cock, not just its size. It felt… harder, somehow. Hotter. She could feel every ridge, every vein pulsing and scraping against her velvety walls. It felt firmer, wilder… raw .

Summer gasped as Mason tickled her cervix and she realized just what Tai was missing… what Mason was missing.

"You-you're not w-wearing a c-c-condom!" She was so overwhelmed by what was happening that she hadn't even realized… had even thought to ask.

Mason smirked as he slowed his pace, savoring the pleasure and panic in his partner's eyes. "Never have." Thwack. "Never will." He turned to Tai with a sneer. "You're telling me you don't hit this bitch raw?"

The other man said nothing, teeth gritting in rage.

"T-tai doesn't want another baby." Summer said weakly. "And I can't take the pill." The two of them were living in an expensive part of the Kingdom, and with hobbies, Zwei, retirement plans and the girl's college funds, there wasn't much to spare for another mouth to feed.

Mason chuckled. "My kind of woman." He said, balls tightening. "Sounds like it's my lucky day."

Seeing this unbelievable prick pounding away into his lover's pussy, unprotected, broke something in Tai.

"Stop!" He shouted. "Take us to court, I'll fucking risk it, I'll take jail over this! Just-"

"Tai, stop." Summer whispered. As she was getting plowed, she turned to him, trying to keep a comforting look on her face.

Tai's brow furrowed. "I am not raising his bastard." He growled.

Summer smiled as she counted the days in her cycle. "Don't worry, honey." She groaned. " I'm safe."

Mason frowned. "Damn. I've never knocked up a Silver before." He slowed his pace, grinding against her in long, languid thrusts. On one hand, Summer's pussy got a reprieve from the fierce pummeling it had endured, but she still had trouble focusing when he was rubbing against her clit so fucking well. "Well, you miss all the shots you don't take."

Her eyes widened. Her heart started hammering wildly as her pussy tightened around his, big, throbbing meat.'He's… he's really trying to-'

Summer bit her lip so hard it nearly bled as she fought back another orgasm. If Mason enjoyed her reaction he showed no signs of it, brow furrowed in deep thought as he hammered her cervix.

"Hey, Tai." He said casually. "Summer's pretty regular, right?"

Tai answered automatically. "Like clockwork."

Mason smirked. "When was her last period?"

Tai droned on without being able to stop himself. "She stopped around 2 weeks ago."

Day 19. By now she had to have crossed into the safe zone.

Mason tutted. "Well…" he said. "Those are pretty long odds. But I'm packing a lot more firepower than most men." Mason wasn't just working with a heavy caliber cock; the rounds he fired packed the same punch. Billions of premium grade Arc sperm in every shot would turn the slightest risk of pregnancy into a guarantee, conquering any creampied cunt they found. If Summer's cycle was off by the slightest bit...

"The Rhythm Method is pretty unreliable." He said. "Maybe you're a little late."

Summer let out a sound between a moan and a whimper.

"Maybe I'm about to make you even later."

"N-no-"

What if the stress of Jaune's condition had thrown her off? What if she was ovulating right now ? What if today wasn't the safest part of her cycle but the riskiest? Summer had been with other men before Tai, and one drop of Mason's cum had to be as potent as some of their whole loads. His cock had still been sloppy after her blowjob when he'd stuck it in, and he had to have let out some pre-cum by now. Summer struggled feebly against the larger, more powerful body pistoning into her, knowing it was a fight she could never win… a fight she might have already lost.

Mason leaned forward to suckle a tit while his pounding became even more brutal. "You wanna tell me how to raise an Arc?" He growled. "Here's your chance!"

"OOOOOH FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!"

Summer spasmed uncontrollable as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her back arched off the desk, pushing her chest out as she screamed in ecstasy. Her cunt clamped down on the invading cock inside her, milking it for all it was worth as the Alpha kept hammering away.

Tai looked on incredulously as she lost it. "Did you just… cum?" He whispered.

Summer was blinking back tears as her breasts bounced with every thrust.

"-I-" slap "-can't-" slap "-help-" slap "-it-"

The VSS had taught her a lot of skills, skills she had let fester for more than a decade and a half. How to interrogate someone, how to resist interrogation. How to resist torture. But resisting pleasure… why the fuck didn't they teach her that?!

"Gods, why won't you just cum already?!" She cried. How was he holding on when her legs had already turned to jelly?

Mason chuckled. "You want it that bad, huh?" He teased. " I like to savor a good fuck. Makes the climax all the sweeter." He rubbed his thumb over Summer's clit. "Don't you think?"

Tai vision blurred. He didn't know what was going on anymore. Where was he? What was that sound? His eyes widened in agony.

"S-summer?" He wheezed.

Her heart broke. "W-why are you looking at me like that?" She whined. "I have to do this. I don't want this!"

Tai looked at her, eyes wide, trying futilely to understand. Then his eyes went vacant again. Then they refocused. Then hurt and hatred flooded back in.

Summer winced as that look was sent her way.

"The drug's moved on to it's second stage." Mason said. "Long term memory formation is failing completely, and short term memory is going too." He leaned in and stole a kiss. "Tai won't remember a second of this entire evening… he already doesn't. All he can see is his slut getting reamed, over and over, while all he can do is watch."

"You- unh- bastard!" Summer cried.

'This is so wrong.' she thought, fire pooling in her belly. It was so good. It wasn't her fault. There was nothing she could do. Tai would get his heart stomped on, over and over and over. And she would cum. And cum. And cum. And-

"NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Summer thrashed hard as she was treated to the most intense orgasm of her life.

And all the while Mason had his way. As she came down, the pair locked eyes for a long moment. Then he cupped her cheek, stroking his thumb over her lips. The stud turned her head to her lover. Tai's eyes were glassy and body hung limp. He looked weak. Broken.

Summer felt an involuntary twinge of disgust.

Then she turned it towards its proper target.

"It won't work." She whispered.

Mason rolled his eyes. "What won't work?" He asked, thrusting hard into her supple rear.

Summer saw stars but fought to remain lucid. "This bigger, better man crap. Breaking me. Turning me against Tai." She whined. "Never."

The Arc smirked. "Why not?" He teased, roaming his hands up her body.

"Because it's a lie!" Summer shouted, fighting to ignore the jolts of joy that spread out from his fingers. "You think you've beat him." She whispered. "You think you're some god-like stud." Summer fought back a moan as he kept demonstrating just why he thought that. "But he's had me fair and square. You had to put a gun to my head." She smiled wickedly. "And no matter what you've done to me, no matter how many times you make me cum… nothing will change that."

The Arc actually stopped moving for a second. Then he started to laugh. He laughed long and hard,falling onto her, pinning Summer down with his weight.

"...You think life's fair?" He asked. "You get to walk around as a dimepiece at your age while other bitches age and sag, and you think you earned that? You think being born a human being is fair? That cattle deserve to be slaughtered, that insects deserve to be stepped on? That the future Vytal Champions and the poor brats born blind, deaf and dumb were dealt the same fucking hand?"

He stared down at her… the light from the setting sun was streaming over their bodies from the window, giving the pair an almost otherworldly glow. His body was carved from marble and every rise and fall of his chest showed off the powerful muscles straining under his skin. His harder, stronger body felt so good on top of hers, and his gorgeous features twisted into a mocking grin, making her feel so small, so weak, so needy-

'Stop it!' She thought furiously.

His smile widened as he looked into her eyes… saw her lust.

"Nothing in this world is fair." He breathed. "Who lives, who dies, who fucks. It's rigged. And we won from the start." He said, cupping her left breast and savoring the hammering of her heart. "You love this. Whether or not you like it, I'm the best lay you've ever had. And no matter what you tell yourself… nothing will change that."

He was wrong. He hadn't won. Mason wasn't better than Tai.

Only smarter. And stronger. And bigger.

'No!' Summer thought furiously. 'I won't break... I won't break !'

The Arc wrapped his massive mitts around Summer's tight, tiny waist and hoisted her up against his chest. She moaned as gravity brought her all the way down his shaft. Her legs fastened above his hips and she wrapped her arms frantically around his neck.

Then he started to move.

Summer moaned uncontrollably as he pistoned in and out of her, picking her up and slamming her back down while she held on for dear life, staring into his eyes.

'He's fucking me standing up!' She thought deliriously. 'It's like he doesn't even feel the weight!' His arms bulged pleasantly and both of their bodies glistened with sweat but he showed no signs of strain as he pushed forward into her cunt while lifting her off and on, over and over. She was completely powerless… just a tight, eager hole.

Then he started to move. Each step jolted around her insides as her body quivered in ectasy.

"Can Tai do this?" He mocked."Or this?" He knocked against the entrance to her baby room. "I'm going to reshape your guts so that you won't even feel him anymore."

Summer giggled. "Reshape them?" She said coyly. "You don't really... oh-oh… buy that macho b-bullshit, do you?"

Mason frowned. It was obvious he wasn't used to have his dirty talk fact checked .

"Pussies -ah… stretch . For men… for babies." She said, grinning. "If Ruby didn't ruin it for Tai, you won't. He'll never even know you were there."

"But you will."

Summer's breath hitched.

The Arc smirked, rolling his hips against hers in a slow, deliberate grind, letting her feel every bit of his cock. "He might feel the same as he always has, and you might even enjoy it, but he'll never split you this wide, reach this deep." He thrust hard, making Summer whimper as he expertly angled his shaft over all her sweet spots at once. "He'll never fuck you as long or hard as I can. And every time he slips up, shows any weakness, or leaves you unsatisfied, you'll remember what it felt like to be with a real man."

Real man? That was horse shit. Summer had been with other men before Tai, and he stood head and shoulders above all her other lovers in every way. He was the best she'd ever had.

Was .

Mason kissed her and Summer shrieked into his mouth as she squirted all over the Arc's cock.

The Arc let out a guttural roar as he leaned forward and pressed her into the couch, the leather soft and cold against their hot bodies, bearing down on her full force as he emptied himself inside her. Rope after rope of seed shot straight into her baby room as her own orgasm intensified, her body determined to squeeze the alpha for every drop. For nearly a minute, the two were joined in a single, unified purpose, pleasure enhancing pleasure as they came together in every way.

Finally, Mason stilled, and pulled away from her mouth, their lips still connected by a few stray stands of spit. Their hips were still pressed together, even as the rest of them separated- Summer missed the strength of his body as she was smooshed against the couch. He was still buried deep inside her, but beads of the Arc's jism were mixing with her own gushing fluid and leaking out between them- her hips were elevated as the rest of it flowed deeper and deeper in, sticky warmth filling her core.

Summer was only capable of one thought, as she laid there in a puddle of her own juices.

'He's still hard.'

Tai was by their side, but he wasn't really there anymore. Only the gentlest breathing showed that he was still alive; his body was limp and slumped over, and his eyes were empty.

"He's out cold." Mason murmured. "...Guess I last longer than him, huh?"

Summer stared at him, overwhelmed with emotion. She had never been more used, more filled, more shamed in her life. She was completely at his mercy- undone by his simplest touch. As she looked into her conqueror's eyes, her lips were able to form a single sentence.

"... I … hate… you ."

He knew she meant it. He could see it in her face, her eyes, in the way she held herself. The strength, the fury, the passion. He licked his lips, traces of hers still lingering.

Of all the emotions a womanizer could encounter, the only one he feared was boredom. Disinterest. Apathy. Everything else he could play with.

Summer might think her righteous rage was an insurmountable obstacle, but instead it was a handhold on her soul. Emotions are powerful things; they weren't just in a woman's head, they were felt with her entire body. In fact… the body reacted to stimuli first. But there were only so many cues it had. The flushed cheeks, the pounding heart, the goosebumps on her skin and the fire in her eyes. All signs of arousal . It was up to the mind to figure out what reaction was supposed to be aroused; to interpret a person's surroundings, to tell them if the fire spreading across their being was fear… hate… want . Most people were malleable- Mason was strong, famous, handsome, and if their hearts started to flutter when he got close they could only think of one reason- whatever reason he wanted. Summer, on the other hand, came into his arms with vastly different assumptions, and a remarkably strong will.

But that fire, that passion in her eyes, it was still his. He brought it out of her, and he could shape it. Summer could set her mind on hating him, but her body reacted all the same. For all the hate in those hard, silver eyes, there was lust too. She looked at him the way he looked at her, she couldn't help it, and when someone who checked all your kink boxes kept giving you climax after climax… well there was only so much pleasure a person could take before telling yourself you hated them wasn't possible any longer.

And when her hatred broke, all that passion, all that fire, would have to go somewhere else.

"I'll fuck you till you love me, bitch."

She had to give him an A for effort. He flipped the silver on her stomach and started ramming into her from behind in deep, forceful thrusts, burying her face into the couch as she moaned like a whore.

'He isn't human.' She thought deliriously. '2 rounds of that and he's still going strong. We never even took a break.'

'Not a normal man, maybe-' a treacherous voice crooned in the back of her head.

Instead of blocking it out, she followed the train of thought. There had been rumors in VSS about experimental genetic modifications, human beings that were capable of feats that weren't possible for a normal man. Of course, some of those were ghosts of ghosts- myths about the Bonecrushers, the masked enforcers whose symbols were how most people of Vale and Mistral knew the Branwen Tribe. But Mason knew the name Branwen. And sure, maybe there were leaks in VSS, but what if he was in the same boat. Raven could never quite hide her smirk when she heard the rumors, although she and Qrow both said it was above her pay grade whenever she asked. As insane as it seemed for someone as vain as he was,if it were actually possible to get superhuman abilities, some kind of sexual enhancements weren't entirely off the table.

She was certainly feeling the effects of those enhancements right now, as his beefy dick slammed repeatedly into her g-spot.

"What did you do to me?!" She cried, as another orgasm overtook her.

Mason smirked. "Just gave you some of the Arc Family Charm." He joked.

Summer didn't understand exactly what it was, but she was still sharp enough to tell when someone was keeping something from her, even if it was just a private joke. Her gut was onto something. Mason wasn't normal.

"Mmmmh…. Ah… FUCK." She groaned. He was a drug. He was a drug and she was high.

There was no point fighting it now. She could sober up later, figure things out. All she could do now was enjoy the trip.

"Oh god!" She shouted, meeting everyone of his thrusts with one of her own, and mewling into the couch, face down and ass up.

Now that she didn't have to spare Tai's feelings, Summer was a much more vocal partner, meeting every thrust with a load moan or a scream of "So deep!" or "So good!" or "Right there, motherfucker, right there!"

"Gods, you're a mouthy one." He teased, tweaking a nipple. "Like that?!"

Summer let out a moan of approval. "Come on you bastard!" She shouted, slamming her hips into his. "You think I'll break that easily?! If you're going to fuck me, then FUCK ME!"

Mason obliged, making her entire body tremble with the force of his blows. "Cocky little bitch." he growled, spanking her.

Dominating her was more difficult than he had hoped. He hadn't expected this pretty school teacher to be such a hellcat. Getting her off, at the very least, was easier.

"Oh, right there, right there!" She moaned. " I-"

Summer's jaw dropped. Two women stood at the end of the room, right under the threshold of the newly opened door.

"Oh, don't stop on my account." Estelle said, smiling. "Not when you're having so much fun."

Summer short circuited. Mason, of course, continued on like nothing had happened.

"I… you…what?" she sputtered.

"Your 7 o'clock is here." Estelle said calmly, as Lisa Lavender walked into the room. The reporter looked at Summer with mild irritation.

"You started without us?" She said petulantly.

Mason kept thrusting. "Just a light… ugh…. Snack… unh! Before the main course."

Lisa sighed before stripping out of her coat and neatly placing it on the nearby chair. "Please try and hurry up, sir." She said, unbuttoning her shirt. "I don't want to waste a half hour of our session watching you pleasure another woman."

Silver eyes widened. 'Gods, I knew the media was in bed with him, but like this ?'

"Let him be." Estelle scolded. "The night's still young, and there's plenty to go around." She eyed Summer's form approvingly. "It's about time you snapped her up." She said, wrapping her arms around her husband's moving form. "I've been waiting for this for ages."

Summer looked at her old friend, caressing her master with such a happy expression.

"Yo-you knew!" She exclaimed, barely able to think through the bliss. 'No… more than that.' "You.. you planned this." she whispered incredulously.

The blonde nodded.

"W-why?"

The two women stared into each other's souls, arousal undisguised in both their eyes.

"I think you're starting to understand." Estelle said warmly, before dropping her dress to the floor in a single motion. "Have you knocked her up yet, dear?" She asked playfully.

"Gods, I hope so." Mason grunted. "I've never bred a Silver before."

Through the lustful haze, Summer was able to pick up another nugget. Another clue. He had used that word before.

"What's…ah-ah... Silver?" Summer asked.

Mason spanked her, hard. "Something empty headed sluts like you don't need to worry about."

Estelle leaned in for a kiss, first with her husband, and then with Summer, sticking her tongue deep down her throat.

"M-mmph!" Summer cried.

Estelle pulled away and licked her lips hungrily. "You've always been a clever one." She teased. "I'm sure you'll find out sooner or later."

Mrs. Arc was watching lustfully, roaming her hands through Summer's hair while her husband pounded her from behind.

"Normally we let new girls have their first night to themselves." Estelle said. " But since you called at the last minute, we had to squeeze you in. Couldn't cancel on Lisa, could we?"

The reporter moaned, fingering herself at the spectacle.

"How much longer?" She whined.

Mason groaned. "One more round."

"Wait your turn." Estelle chided. "How would you like it if someone interrupted you when you were first broken in?"

Fire burned in Summer's eyes. "I'm not broken." She growled.

Mason grinned. "The lady doth protest too much, methinks."

"I-I don't want this." She insisted. "Y- OH! You're making me."

"Is that right?" The Arc asked.

Summer's heart stopped. He had stopped thrusting. But she was still getting fucked. She had lost control over her lower body, which was eagerly rocking against his, desperate to get more of that magnificent cock inside her-

"Hips don't lie, honey." Lisa teased.

'No.' Summer thought. ' No.'

To add to the torturous bliss, Estelle got down on her knees and started kissing her again, fondling her breasts as she went.

Summer didn't have much experience with girl on girl- it had been decades since she had fooled around with her drunken dormmates. Estelle was an old hand, expertly caressing her tender body.

Not that she was better than Mason- they were opposite ends of the spectrum, attacking her from both sides. Equally skilled, Mason was strong and brutal, where his wife was firm yet gentle. Soft and hard, hot and heavy, it was too goddamn much!

Summer might have been able to hold her own against one of the Arcs: but not two.

There was another pitiful moan in the room, but it didn't come from her.

Mason looked up at the sad expression of his third playmate. "Be a doll and play with Lisa, dear." He said.

Estelle had been suckling one of Summer's breasts, and she pulled of with a soft pop.

"Yes dear." She cooed.

For the next few minutes Summer was on the receiving end of Mason's full attention. Her mind was overwhelmed by the countless climaxes, the sloshing of his sperm inside her, the sapphic spectacle of two of the hottest women in Vale swapping spit. It was too much.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Ungh! Ungh!"

The pair came together one last time as the Arc shot a torrent of cum into her cunt. Then he pulled out, still at full mast. Summer whined at the loss.

He looked at the two remaining women, each with their fingers lodged in the other's pussy. He walked up to the reporter, looming over her with his large, muscled frame.

"Ready for your exclusive scoop?" He asked, lining himself up against her slit.

"Oh gods yes!" She cried, as he plunged in.

Estelle was not one to be left out. As Mason was fucking the other woman, the blonde went over to her former friend, flipped her over on her back and put her pussy over the silver's mouth. Then she leaned forward and started lapping up every stray drop of cum like it was ice cream.

Summer stopped thinking. For the rest of the night she would just be a body- an obedient slut that came when she was called and then came, over and over again. At first she did her best to please Estelle with her tongue, too exhausted to move. Then, once it was finally the blonde's turn to get bent over the desk, she did the same for Lisa, each getting a sample of the other's creampied cunt.

Then the three of them were lined up in a literal fuckpile- Summer was the smallest and got to be on top- as the Arc pistoned in and out of each of them, switching every minute or some before adding several spurts to each of their sloppy slits.

Finally Summer found herself licking and fondling his balls as the pair above her worshipped his shaft, until he ordered them all to stop and step back. With a few furious jerks, he shot out a load that was considerably more than any of her previous lovers could muster, and gave Summer a thick pearl necklace and facial. Then he did the same to the slutty reporter. Then his darling wife. Finally, his mighty member began to flag.

Several hours and six rounds later, and it was done.

Mason leaned back with a satisfied sigh as he took in the sight of the three gorgeous glazed girls.

Lisa was the first to rise, on shaky legs.

"I-I have a slot I'm supposed to fill in for at 11." She said.

Estelle tutted. "And you didn't tell me earlier, because...?"

Lisa flushed, and looked down at the still semi-erect shaft pointing up at her. Both blonds grinned.

"Well, you're showering first." Mason said. "No fooling around today- wouldn't want you to miss work."

Lisa seemed almost disappointed as she walked over to the wall, pressed on a hidden panel and opened the door to a small, luxurious shower.

Summer blinked as more and more of her mind came back. She looked over the room carefully again. The door was thick… the walls were too. The entire office was soundproofed, and too far off the ground for anyone to peer in without a surveillance drone- something that the house's security system would almost certainly notice. The Arc's were a lot of things… but they were slick operators.

Estelle strolled over to Tai, and snapped her fingers in front of his eyes. It was a testament to the power of the drug that he didn't even react to the presence of a beautiful, naked woman.

"Listen closely, Tai." She said calmly. "You and Summer came in, and you got exactly what you wanted. Mason looked over the physical, and said everything was alright and he would clear things up with the school. Then, Summer was so excited that the two of you went home and had wild, passionate sex." She said. Tai grinned absentmindedly as he accepted the events as fact. "So wild that the condom broke. Now, go down to your car and wait for your wife to drive you home."

Tai rose and stumbled out of the room on the woman's orders.

"What are you doing?" Summer whispered.

"Setting up an alibi." Estelle grinned. "My husband is very potent."

"Have I ever told you just how much I love you?" Mason said, pecking his wife on the cheek.

Estelle smirked. "You could stand to do it more."

The Arc turned to his guest. "You can do whatever you want with Tai." Mason said, chuckling. "But if you do get pregnant, it's mine."

Summer's heart sank as she remembered the absurd volume of semen that had been emptied right into her womb. Safe day or not, it seemed insane that it wouldn't somehow manage to take.

"...What have I done?" She croaked, tears springing to her eyes.

Estelle wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "There, there… the first time is always a little overwhelming. Like losing your virginity all over again. Just take your time to adjust."

Summer leaned into her embrace instinctively- she needed the comfort.

"Give us a call when you're ready for another round." Estelle said, smiling. "Oh, and if you do get pregnant, we have a line for that, although-" she said, eyes darting to where Tai had been sitting, "-it looks like you've got someone else who can pick up the tab."

The two of them were so cavalier about the affair, cuckolding another man and offering hush money to a potentially pregnant slut. To Summer, the past few hours had been a life altering experience, shattering her peace of mind and self respect as her body was brought to the highest highs and her mind to the lowest lows. She had been nothing more than a mind broken bitch, a slave to her own lust, a plaything… and she had enjoyed it. She had betrayed her family and she had enjoyed it. That was a cross she would have to bear for the rest of her life.

For the Arcs, it was Tuesday.

"How many times have you done this?" She said quietly.

Mason chuckled. "Not enough." He said. "Never enough."

Lisa stepped out of the shower, clad in a skimpy towel as she furiously dried herself. Once she was satisfied she dropped it and started putting her clothes back on, ruffling out any previous wrinkles. "I'll have to call a cab to make it in." She said.

"I can take you to the gate." Mason said.

"I know the way-"

"-I insist." he said, wrapping an arm around her waist. Lisa blushed and followed as he led the way.

Summer retreated into the shower and turned the water to up to full heat, watching as the sweat and cum rinsed off her skin and swirled down the drain. She scrubbed and scrubbed but she still didn't feel clean.

"It doesn't come off, you know."

Summer started as Estelle walked in behind her. She ignored the blonde woman and kept rubbing the soap over her body.

"Being a slut." She continued. "It's always been a part of you. You just needed a proper stud to bring it out."

"Already have one." she spat.

Estelle laughed. "My, my. Tai must be pretty good if you're still saying that. But my husband is a god amongst men- you know that now."

Summer rolled her eyes. "What does that make you then? A goddess?"

The blonde beauty smiled knowingly. "More like the arch priestess of Cock." she grinned. "Helping my Lord spread the faith."

The petite silver turned away and ignored her.

Estelle cupped her breast from behind, pressing their bodies together.

"Water can't help being wet, Summer." She breathed into her ear, slipping a finger into her gaping cunt. "How can you?"

Summer shivered. "I'm not some object." She spat. "I'm a person! I can control myself."

Estelle gave her a lopsided grin. "You're a woman." She corrected. "Seeking out the best possible mate is instinct. A woman as fine as you doesn't have to settle; you belong to the strongest."

Summer shook herself out of the taller woman's grip and stepped away.

"He really likes you."

The silver tried to ignore the way her heart stopped. "Really?" she said skeptically. She knew she was hot, but she didn't have as much to work with as Estelle… or Raven .

Estelle nodded solemnly. "I can tell by the way he looks at you… he goes for beauty, and you've got that in spades, but there's a certain something that really makes a girl special. If he met you before me, I doubt I'd be the one he made Mrs. Arc."

She flushed "I would never -"

"You think you'd be able to say no?"

Summer paled as she thought about herself 20 years ago, what would have happened if she had met Mason before Tai, more naive and without any of the bonds or experience that she had desperately clung to for the last few hours. Falling into his arms with no preconceptions, as a blank slate to be filled in with that kind of ecstasy every night… spending a lifetime as his favorite broodmare.

She bit her lip. There would have been nothing she could have done to stop him. Nothing she could have refused him, nothing she wouldn't do for him, nothing to stop her from devoting herself as utterly to his happiness as the woman before her had.

Of all the reactions Estelle had expected to see in her old friend… pity was not one of them.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

Mrs. Arc blinked. "For what?" She asked.

Summer said nothing, eyes shimmering as she stepped out of the shower. Mason had returned to his desk and openly ogled their sleek, wet figures as they dried and dressed themselves.

"So…" he asked casually. "Are you free again this time next week? I think this is a pretty solid combo, and-"

"No."

He blinked. "Well, how about next Sunday-"

"The deal's over." Summer said. "I held up my end-"

"-In more ways than one." Mason joked.

"-now you'll hold up yours." She said. "Just give me what I want so I can leave."

There was an overbearing pressure as the Arc looked at her, posture dominant, eyes hard. "Are you sure?" he said, in a low, deep tone.

Summer felt the primal urge to surrender, to grovel at her master's feet and tell him that she would be his good little whore if only he would fuck her again, and fill her tight, needy hole. That she would forget about her deal, forget about everything, and obey his every whim.

She fought it down. She hadn't lost herself.

...But it had been a close thing.

The two blonds exchanged a concerned look. "I'm sorry for interrupting, dear." Estelle said. "It seems like this one needed your full attention."

Mason sighed, and leaned back in his chair. "Don't be." He said. " I haven't had this much fun in years."

Estelle pulled her husband into a tense, whispered conversation. Summer watched listlessly as they determined her fate.

"Are you sure?" Estelle asked anxiously.

"I'm sure." Mason said. "If the carrot didn't work, we still have the stick."

Summer's pussy tingled as she thought about just what kind of stick he had.

He turned to her with hard, cold eyes. "Beacon will receive a note tomorrow morning from one of our physicians explaining that they've looked over my son's records and they're not abnormal compared to the rest of the family. I drive a hard bargain, but I'm a man of my word."

Summer said nothing, but nodded.

"You understand of course, that nothing that happened in this room leaves it."

Summer nodded.

"And, that if you say one word to anyone about it, the deal is off and I reserve the right to press charges against your boy toy, and release our very enthusiastic sex tape to your family, friends and coworkers."

The silver gritted her teeth. "...Understood."

Mason barked out a laugh. "Gods, I love how fiesty you are." He said. "Ah well… plenty of mares in the stable. Don't be a stranger if you ever change your mind."

Summer should have taken her shallow victory then and there and left the room while she knew they would let her. But… she never intended to come back… and there was one more thing she needed to know.

"Is it true?" She whispered.

Mason cocked an eyebrow.

"What you're going to tell the school." She said. "Is Jaune really okay?"

There was a strange emotion that filled the Arc's eyes as he felt the genuine concern for his flesh and blood. "There's nothing wrong with Jaune." He said. "He's just my son."

A stab of fear filled Summer's being. If Mason was some kind of mutant with the powers of some kind of incubus… and if the modification was genetic…

Jaune was Mason's son. He was devilishly handsome and built like a tank, and he had wrapped Ruby and Yang firmly around his finger when he was 5 . Mason had thrown him out because he was scared of him. Mason had been stunned that his son's numbers were so high. What were the expected symptoms of Jaune's condition, the ones that they hadn't been able to find? Increased sex drive . Aggression . Dominance.

'Oh god.' She thought. She looked the Arc over again. He had a youthful appearance, like her, and his wife, so it was hard to remember that he was pushing 50. If he was this dangerous now… what would an even stronger specimen be like just coming into his own?

All the data pointed in one direction… but she couldn't make herself believe it. She couldn't reconcile the sweet little boy she had known for so long with this… this...

" An Arc never goes back on his word. " he had said countless times, when he went to ridiculous lengths to fulfill a promise. " It was the right thing to do. " He had said when she had grilled him about why on earth he had spent two hours turning the school upside down to find Ruby's lost security blanket, letting the toddler get a good night's sleep. She remembered the way he carried Yang to the nurses office when both of them were bruised and battered and could barely walk. She remembered every piggyback ride, every sleepover, every smile he had put on her daughter's faces. She had 12 years of data that made what was staring her in the face impossible.

"...Your son is worth 100 of you." she said, fire creeping back into her eyes. "And he's better off without you, you loathsome, arrogant prick."

Estelle merely cocked an eyebrow. "Have you tried him out, too?" She asked.

Summer ignored her. "You act like you're great, but he has more moral fiber in his pinkie than you do in your entire body. Someday soon, you'll look at everything he's accomplished, everything he overcame, and you'll live the rest of your life knowing you had nothing to do with it." She spat. " Does that make you proud?"

Mason said nothing. Instead, he bent over, and picked up several of the photo frames he had knocked off his desk.

Not a single one of them was broken- the bastard must have special ordered them to be exceptionally durable for just such an occasion. As carelessly as he had knocked them off, he slowly and methodically put them back.

Estelle glared at her. "You can go now." She said tightly.

The smaller woman ignored her, eyes locked on the desk.

Summer recognized the pattern from when she walked in- every picture was back in its proper place. What she didn't recognize was the small, round frame Mason was holding in his hands. He pulled out a handkerchief and gently brushed his thumb on the glass, wiping off the dirt and debris from the ground until it was spotless. Then, he carefully set it down.

Summer walked around the desk to see what it was. Estelle tried to stop her but she brushed past the woman effortlessly to get a clearer view. The picture was hidden behind a larger shot, some brouhaha with the most powerful men in the Kingdom, and the sugar babies that hung off their arms. Anyone sitting on the other side of the desk would never see it, but from Mason's view it sat in the place of honor.

He saw her approaching and tried to block her line of sight, but the little gasp Summer made let him know that he had failed. It was a simple image… one that Summer couldn't comprehend as possible.

Mason glared at her for a moment, then sighed. There was no use hiding it now. He slumped back into his chair, a pained smile on his face as he stared at the photo.

It showed a familiar man and a smiling, blond little boy on his shoulders.

"...Prouder than I've ever been in my life."

---

Jaune sat in bed, concentrating on… well he had no idea what he was supposed to be concentrating on.

"Aura." He said to himself, rolling the vowels on his tongue. That was what was so special about him.

Well, maybe not all of it. Cinder had an aura too, and while she was certainly enthusiastic in bed she didn't seem single mindedly obsessed with sex the same way he was, and even when pulling on her own pool of aura she still had to tap after a few hours, long before he hit his limit. Maybe that was his special power. 'Insatiable sex drive.' He thought bitterly. 'Some power.'

'It's a fucking awesome power.' His shadow countered. 'Literally, you're awesome at fucking.'

'Whatever.' He thought bitterly, rolling on his side. If that was true, then… this was really a part of him. A fundamental part of his soul, something that reflected his nature in its purest form. "I'm terrible." He murmured.

This hunger would never go away. He would never be satisfied. He would never stop.

'Well, Dad managed to make it work.' He thought dully. Quickly his mind filled in the blanks. 'Hyper aggressive? Find a career that pays you to hurt people. Insatiably horny? Get famous enough that groupies throw themselves at you left and right.' Jaune had heard the rumors, what Dad had been like before he met Mom. Maybe after. The idea that his father had cheated on his mother made him sick to his stomach, but he'd had every chance in the world.

'Maybe we age out of it.' Jaune thought listlessly. Teenagers were supposed to be ridiculously horny, hormonal creatures. If aura amplified that, maybe by a person's mid to late twenties it calmed down enough that an Arc could have a basically normal sex life… well, Mason had hooked a world class beauty and kept her barefoot and pregnant for the better part of a decade, only stopping when complications with Lavender's birth had left their mother barren, but he had at least been there for her, been there for their children.

The idea that he might have other half-siblings he didn't know about was too mind boggling to linger on. Mom trusted Dad… but, he remembered the look in his mother's eyes, the day he left. None of his sisters had understood what was going on, but she had. She knew what he was. She knew what Dad was. What if… what if she was okay with it?

Jaune doubted that Cinder would make too much of a fuss if he brought other women into the fold. Was his mother the same way? Was that what it meant to be with an Arc?

'If that's the case, then I think we know who are first few girls are going to-'

'No.'

Maybe he was an incorrigible pervert who would never have a normal life, maybe there was a dark conspiracy to kill him and anyone like him, maybe he would have to live in the shadows for all his days, but they didn't. He wouldn't drag anyone down with him. His parents had the right idea; he had to get as far away from them as possible.

It would hurt, never making things right with Velvet, never seeing Ren and Nora ... or Yang ... or Ruby, but it was better than wrecking their lives. He had no future at Beacon anyway, and even if someday he would be back to normal he couldn't risk them in the meantime. He had saved up a nice sum of cash since he'd started working for Qrow. He'd just have to pull an excuse out of his ass, drop out and drop off the grid, let his friends know he was okay and tell them not to look for him . He could crash at Cinder's for a while… her bed had plenty of room.

For now, though, he would focus on something a little less painful. Like the mysterious energy flowing through his body.

Cinder had told him that his aura was active but unconscious, that it came out in bursts when it was needed. It was like reflexively using a muscle, like controlling one's heartbeat or kegels, something that you could learn to do consciously, but only after you isolated the movement. Then he'd had to ask what the hell a kegel was, and Cinder explained that it was a group of muscles that could stop the flow of urine, amongst other things, and it turned out to be a horrible example, because Jaune had gotten control of it instantly, and it turned out that his pelvic floor was ridiculously strong and intuitively under his control, which Cinder thought was one of the reasons he could hold out for so long before cumming, a theory that had been incredibly fun to test-

-This was the problem. It was so much better to think about fucking Cinder than it was trying to flex his aura… could he even 'flex' it? Ah, fuck it.

Jaune closed his eyes, cleared his mind as best as he could and tried to find his center. He heard nothing but the beating of his heart and the soft exhale of his breath. He saw nothing… but he could almost see a bright white glow, just under the surface. An incredible power radiated from it; he felt like he was staring at the surface of a sun. He reached out to touch it, to grab it… he brushed against it, body thrumming with energy, but before he could sink his fingers into it it vanished.

"Fuck!" Jaune growled.

'I need to clear my head... I need to get laid.'

It had been less than a day since he'd slept with Cinder again, but already the voice in his head saying ' do it, fuck it, do it!' was deafening once more. Having sex seemed to quiet it down, but no matter how long he went at it the voice never went away, and within 24 hours it was back at full power. Tapping into his aura, however briefly, made it even worse.

The blond shook his head. 'How am I supposed to focus like this?' His cock twitched. Maybe it was time for another appointment… get some pussy, take the edge off. Jaune reached for his phone to tell Cinder to be there and be ready, when he heard a knock on his door.

He glanced down at the clock. It was past 9; no one else should be in the gym.

Knock-knock-knock.

Jaune's eyes widened. His senses were in overdrive right now, and as incredible as it sounded, he recognized the knock. Fast, firm, but … gentle. He could feel the girl on the other side of the door pacing as she waited for his response. Being in her presence non-stop for more than a decade had attuned him to so many little details… the way she moved, the sound of her footsteps, the sound of her breathing.

'Well.' His shadow said hungrily. 'Looks like Cinder can wait.'

'No!' He thought desperately. 'Not her! Not now!'

"Hey Jaune." Ruby said anxiously. "Can I come in?"

"No."

He buried his face in his hands as he tried to control himself. He was being an ass, but he had already made up his mind that he was leaving Ruby's life anyway. It was better that he tear that bandaid off right now.

Ruby was undeterred. "Can we talk?"

"How did you get in here?" Jaune asked coldly. The gym was closed, the doors ought to have been locked.

"Uncle Qrow gave me the key." Ruby said. "I told him I wanted to check on you, and-"

'You stupid drunk bastard!' Jaune thought to himself. Did Qrow have any idea what he was sending his precious little niece into? Leaving Ruby alone in an empty building where Jaune would have hours upon hours to make her scream, to pin her down and-

"Go away." He ordered, body tensed. It would be so easy, all he would have to do is open that door, and that fine piece of ass would be his-

'-you're not taking her, leave Ruby alone!'

"Nope." She chirped.

Jaune said nothing. Maybe, if he ignored her, she would leave. ' Is that what you want?' His shadow taunted.

Ruby was too stubborn for her own good. Instead of leaving, he felt her weight shift against the door as she sat down, set down her bag, and pulled out some homework.

She had no intention of leaving and nowhere to be. She would have to go home eventually, but Ruby could wait him out for hours and there was no way his better angels would hold him back that long.

He could feel her presence.

He wanted her.

He could picture the way she was sitting, adorable ass on the ground, long legs scrunched up so she could use them as a makeshift table as she scribbled answers down- he could hear the scratching of pencil against paper. The rustle of pages was interrupted by a few seconds of silence. Ruby was stuck on something… he could just see her tapping the tip of the pencil against her lips. It was a habit she'd had as long as he'd known her, one that no one had been able to break. The guidance counselor had called it an oral fixation-

'-I'll give that slut a real tip to fixate on - '

"Get out!" He bellowed.

His fingers were digging into his sheets, and his breath was coming out in slow, labored pants. His voice was deep and booming- the tone should have made Ruby wet her pants and run screaming in the opposite direction.

"...Jaune?" She said, a slight tremor in her voice. She was scared.

'I don't care if you fear me.' he thought tiredly. 'I don't care if you hate me. Just go .'

She was standing now, knocking on the door frantically. "I know something's wrong." She said. " And I won't pretend to know how you feel, but please … let me help you. Let me in!"

She wasn't afraid of him… she was afraid for him.

'Oh Ruby.'

She continued, fighting back tears. "You know you can tell me anything, don't you? I'm your friend… aren't I?" His heart constricted in his chest as her voice choked up. "You… you've never shouted at me like that before. What's your problem? Is it me ? Is that why you're shutting me out? Did I do something wrong?"

"Ruby, no..." He said slowly. " It's not you...it's me."

She laughed bitterly. " You know… I've actually had to give that speech a few times myself now."

Jaune felt a burst of white hot rage pulse through him, something he had no right to feel.

"What?" He whispered.

Ruby laughed. "Yeah, turns out people think I'm hot now, for some reason. Yang says I'll be beating them off with a stick before too long."

'Well, those fuckers can just keeping beating off, because the only man allowed to touch you is-'

"Could you do me a favor and come out already?" Ruby whined. " If you're there the others will leave me alone."

Jaune shook his head. "Is that all you want?" He scoffed. "Something to keep the boys off you?"

Ruby deflated. "No…" she whispered. "...I want my best friend back."

The blond pressed longingly onto his side of the door, but he didn't open it. Now Ruby could feel him, hear his heartbeat, his breathing… his pain.

"Trust me, Rubes." He said softly. "I'm the last person you want to be friends with."

"Nope." Ruby said automatically.

"Gods, Ruby, you don't understan-"

"-Then make me."

Jaune gulped. Then he steeled his resolve. If this was what it took to keep Ruby safe, then he would bear it.

"I have … urges." Jaune said.

He could feel his friend's confusion. So innocent, so trusting, so vulnerable.

"What kind of urges?" Ruby asked.

"Dangerous urges." He said. "To use people. To hurt people." As useful as it might have been to tell her the whole truth, Jaune couldn't bring himself to let Ruby know how desperately he wanted to fuck her brains out. But he could tell her the rest. "They're getting stronger and stronger and I can't hold them back much longer."

Ruby paused thoughtfully for a moment. " I get how that might be scary." She admitted. "But trust me, you'd never hurt any-"

"I almost killed Sky!"

Jaune then told Ruby all the gory details. He left out exactly what he and Velvet had gotten up to- gentlemen didn't kiss and tell, even if he was a gentleman in no other respect- but he told Ruby that Sky had threatened the faunus girl and he had snapped.

"I watched the life drain out of his eyes and didn't feel a thing." He said. " It was like swatting a fly. I would have killed him without a second thought if Velvet hadn't stopped me." He sighed. "Don't you understand? I can't let that happen to anyone else- not to you ."

The girl was silent for a long moment.

"...Do you want to hurt me?" Ruby asked.

"No!" Jaune insisted. "But-"

"No buts." Ruby said firmly. "And the two of us have nothing to worry about. I trust you."

Jaune's voice dropped several octaves. "I could shatter you like glass ."

"But you won't."

He could practically feel her smug, adorable little grin radiating through the door.

"I know you feel awful about this." Ruby said gently. "But don't you see? The fact that you're hurting right now proves that you aren't the monster you're telling yourself you are."

"You don't know that." He spat.

"I know you pretty well." She countered. " And I know you wouldn't have laid a finger on Sky if he'd left Velvet alone. You've always been like that."

"...What are you talking about?"

"Remember back in 2nd grade, when Cardin and Sky and the rest of their gang attacked me all at once?"

Jaune growled in anger. Of course he did. Typical bullies, finding a moment when a lone, small target wandered off on its own. The trio had been fighting that day, about some stupid shit he couldn't even remember, and Ruby had stormed off to make herself an even more appetizing target. Poking and prodding at someone to get a reaction was so much easier when they were already on the verge of tears.

"Do you remember what happened next?"

Jaune stilled.

"You and Yang came running." She said. " 2 on 10, and neither of you cared, you just charged right in."

"3 on 10." Jaune corrected automatically, because even if Ruby was outgunned and outmatched she was never one to let other people fight her battles. He remembered her jumping on Beau's back before he could land a blow on Yang, scratching and biting even as he pummeled her into the ground. He wished he could say it mattered, but no matter how viciously they fought, by the time the adults stepped in all 3 friends had been bruised and bloodied. Ruby had gotten the worst of it; the poor girl could barely stand, lying in the dirt, whimpering in pain.

"Why'd you do it?" Ruby asked.

Jaune paused.

"Yang was my sister, she was always going to take my side, but you could have been friends with anyone you wanted." She said. "You were the champ's son, you could have taken over that gang if you wanted. It would have been a lot easier on you if it was 11 on 2."

"Are you crazy?" He asked angrily. As if he would ever spend time with that kind of trash. Picking on someone small and weak, for no other reason than that they were small and weak, and then ganging up on them because you weren't brave enough to do it yourself? Hurting someone for kicks, just because you could? "That's so-"

"-Wrong." Ruby finished for him… smiling. "You protected me because you thought it was the right thing to do, even if you couldn't win. You've never been a monster… you're a hero." He could feel her blush, the heat on her face, and it was driving him mad. "Or a wannabe hero at least." She corrected awkwardly. "You'd never hurt someone just because you could."

But that wouldn't stop him. After all, he didn't want to fuck Ruby's lights out for shits and giggles. No, she would be his bitch, his broodmare, for business and pleasure, and even if he did hurt her she'd probably enjoy it-

"-I don't know what you're going through. What's going to happen with Sky." She said. "But whatever happens, whatever you become… you'll always be the boy who saw a scared, lonely little girl, and offered her a helping hand... and I'll always be your friend."

Jaune's vision blurred. His throat was tight.

"Why won't you just listen and leave?" he croaked.

"Because you're stuck with me now." She whispered. "Even if you don't want me anymore… even if you won't hold me anymore." Her last words were laced with pain, pain she had spent years trying to repress. She knew Jaune was going through worse, he didn't need to worry about her . Even as they came out, they were so soft, so broken, that there was no way Jaune could have hear-

The door swung open and Ruby fell through, slamming into a hunk of raw iron.

She blinked, then looked up. Jaune stood above her, a veritable mountain of muscle, intractable, unpassable… unreadable.

"J-j-"

His arms wrapped around her body before she could finish his name: strong, firm and gentle. Jaune could shatter every one of her bones in an instant, but Ruby had never felt safer.

After being denied his touch for so long, a simple hug was enough to break her. Ruby responded in kind, body trembling as she snaked her arms around his back, dug her fingers into his shirt, clinging on for dear life...pressing herself against him.

It took all of his willpower not to ravish her on the spot. Ruby had a beautiful body, but that body held a beautiful soul. Warm, kind and trusting. Vibrant, loving and good. He tightened his hold on her, cradling her head against his chest. Each relieved sob broke his heart. Each salty tear that soaked into his shirt felt like a hot knife piercing his chest.

He did this. He hurt her.

Jaune stroked Ruby's back gently, staring at the wall past her. He didn't trust himself to look at her… but he could never let her go. He hoped his touch conveyed the raw emotion he wasn't strong enough to say. 'I never wanted to hurt you. That's why I had to push you away, don't you understand? Please don't cry, Ruby. It's not your fault. I don't hate you. I never could. I… I…'

"I'm sorry, Rubes." he breathed, nuzzling his chin against her head. " Looks like you're stuck with me too."

Jaune might be a monster, but he was also Ruby's friend. So long as he drew breath, nothing would touch her.

Not even him.

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Author's Note

Two Arcs, two Roses, two very different outcomes.

So, the last chapter was... controversial. I figure this one will be, too. For the record, I do read every comment and I value them all more than you can know. So at the very least, this deserves some explanation.

I'd like to begin with a seemingly tangential reference to one of Plato's Allegories- specifically the Ring of Gyges. Imagine, if you will, a ring that turns the wearer invisible at will. Anything the person does while wearing the ring will be impossible to attribute to them; they can't be punished for it. Without external checks on their behavior, what kind of things would a typical person do? What would an intelligent person do? What would a moral person do? Would they merely go about their business, as any other person would? Or would they indulge themselves... as any other person would?

As an illustration of human character the Ring of Gyges is hard to beat, which is why we're still talking about it 2,500 years later. In a way, it's the same story we tell when a hentai protagonist is suddenly gifted the ability to stop time, or control minds, or literally just turn themselves invisible and completely undetectable, like a pornographic Plato's Republic.

I'm not claiming that every piece of smut ever penned is a literary masterpiece. (Far from it). But sex is a fundamental part of the human condition. We're obsessed with it. Huge swaths of our art and culture are symbolically about sex, and different kinks and desires are obviously morally loaded. A lot of people get off on dominance, pain, humiliation, infidelity, and even the broad wrongness of a situation, and these kinds of 'Get out of Jail Free' stories let them explore that without all the sharp edges of inflicting that on another person. While plenty of works just use that as a launching pad for shenanigans, I think lingering on the premise is worthwhile.

What if you took the powers, appetites and irresistibility of a wish fulfillment hentai character and slapped them onto a decent person? What if the hentai protagonist powers weren't a convenient contrivance but a natural extension of the setting? What if that setting felt like a living, breathing world with its own history, norms and culture? What if the characters who lived in that world weren't just cardboard cutouts of an arousing archetype ("hot teacher" "big tittied blonde" "pampered princess" "MILF" "girl next door") but three dimensional people who feel as real as the author can make them? What if, instead of glossing over the inevitable consequences of pursuing those characters as objects for sexual gratification, the camera zoomed in and gave us an unfiltered view of it all?

This is the world we find ourselves in and these are the questions Arcadia is trying to answer. Jaune and Mason both have different answers to those questions, neither of which is particularly pleasant. Jaune, of course, as the hero, gets most of the focus, but establishing Mason was crucial to illustrate where Jaune comes from... what he is.

When I was first plotting out this chapter, the parents' conversation was originally going to simply contain an aside where Mason joked that 'if you hand't brought Tai, I would have fucked you' before carrying on as if this was a normal thing to say. I thought this might be enough to establish his callous attitude towards infidelity and sex. Then, as I made my way through the text, I came to the same realization that many of you in the comments did. "Why wouldn't he just do it?"

As soon as Summer and Tai walked into his home I knew there was only one way the scene could go. If your antagonist is an aggressive, manipulative bastard with an absurd libido and overwhelming physical, mental and social power, isn't it so much more powerful to show and not tell? The more I thought about it the more I realized that this was the natural progression of the story I wanted to tell, and if I wanted to stay true to that vision the uncomfortable aspects of that story had to be embraced rather than ignored.

NTR is a trope that I've developed a certain tolerance for, but it isn't something I particularly like to write or to read. When it is employed its nastier aspects are often veiled in merciful vagueness. The audience is introduced to an attractive woman and her inadequate partner, both of whom are rarely given the bare minimum characterization beyond that. They can safely transplant their own taboo fantasies onto the vehicle of either the bull, the cuck or the hotwife, depending on their preferred flavor. They certainly aren't given reasons to care about a loving relationship, the long term consequences of infidelity, what that might mean for the couple's children. Real life is a lot messier, and I want the characters to feel real.

There's been a lot of talk about fantasy vs reality as well. On one hand, the Arc's impulses have rightly been pointed out as destructive, animalistic and uncivilized and Mason's justifications for it are either questionable or downright immoral (and yes, Hippos are pretty damn scary. Less symbolically cool for the metaphor, but lethal). On the other hand, people have pointed out that that kind of brutality has been the rule throughout human history, that violence over sexual access defined most primitive societies, and that Conquerors tend to leave more children behind than saints.

"The strong do as they may and the weak do as they must."

Jaune himself partly fits into that mold. The opening dream sequence shows him remorselessly bedding taken women and dream Jaune even notes that his favorite part of sex is looking into his partner's eyes as their mind breaks. In their first sexual encounter, Jaune very nearly strangles Cinder to death because he's too busy breaking her in to realize she's in danger, all while she unsuccessfully tries to incinerate him. Even after turning down her dreams of world conquest, Jaune unapologetically dominates Cinder and tells her to her face that he considers her his personal property. (That's a cute couple).

But that isn't all Jaune is. Jaune's also the guy who gives his friends a ride to school so they don't get caught in the rain. He's the minimum wage worker that buys a bullied girl gourmet chocolate just to see her smile, the boy whose berserk button is threatening the people he cares about. The man whose spent more than two years holding back his most primal urges when nothing but his own willpower can stop him from taking any liberty he wants. The man brought to tears at the thought of losing control and hurting his dearest friends. The man whose only standing order to his love slave is 'don't get killed.'

Human beings are complicated. We can be kind as well as cruel. We love and help each other at least as much as we use each other, and most of our interactions are voluntary and win-win. If a saccharine world where the protagonist is a Nice Guy and every unattached attractive women falls into his orbit through no fault of his own is unrealistic, so too is a world where everyone is a Jerk Stu that causes unmitigated suffering for everyone else because 'existence is pain' and they get off on it. Reality is somewhere in the middle, and good stories need to be too. Otherwise they fail to capture the humane experience and the magic is gone. They feel fake. If there's no darkness then there's nothing at stake. If there's no light then there's nothing worth fighting for. I think Mikasa Ackerman said it best:

"This world is cruel... but it's also... beautiful."

That being said, everyone has a different tolerance levels for this sort of thing. Some people have lives that are painful enough as it is without their escapism turning against them. Some people just want to see to hero get the girl. Some people just want to enjoy lighthearted smut precisely to avoid the kinds of moral issues I'm attempting to raise. And that's completely okay. If it isn't apparent by now, I can be pretty arrogant and pretentious, but I'm not so warped that I think I'm entitled to anyone's time or attention, let alone their precious and limited leisure. I buy your attention with entertainment and joy, and if you aren't getting that anymore you have every right to leave. I can only thank you for reading through tens of thousands of words of my material to get to this point, and caring enough to comment on it, to argue about it.

I'm flattered that so many of you care so much. Arcadia was written largely because as much as I'm primally drawn to smut I felt this genre of story generally lacks substance and characters the audience could actually get invested in, with plots that were more a formality than anything. What I wanted was for people to buy into this world, its characters, and to have a deep emotional investment in their stories. From your reactions, so far, so good, but that's a double edged sword. "Irresistible Sex Magic" is a lot less fun when its victims feel like real people. Sex scenes are by far the hardest scenes for me to write, even when they're nice. I won't promise to spare your feelings, and I won't pull any punches. But I also won't include anything if I don't think that it's absolutely necessary for the integrity of the story. And if you really want to see our heroes win a happy ending... I humbly ask that you stick around. I understand your shock, your anger, your disgust. I brought them out on purpose. I'm going somewhere with this.

"If this was just pure smut I doubt this would be this controversial"

I can't ask for a higher compliment than that.