"Throw your ass back." Jaune ordered.
Willow let out a soft groan as she obeyed, cheeks flushed and body dripping with sweat. She repeated the motion over and over before Jaune held her in place.
With a single hand he raised the bar off her back.
"Not like that." He said firmly. "You'll hurt yourself."
Willow sighed in frustration before stepping forward and allowing the young man to spin the bar around his back and set it in the proper position.
"Look at me." He ordered.
Willow obeyed.
Jaune Arc had entranced the older Schnee. He was tall, strong and handsome, but also, from what she could tell, earnest, perceptive and kind. From the moment she'd laid eyes on him Willow had felt drawn to him, and her animal attraction had only increased after seeing him in the sauna.
'What a man .'
She had tried to stop herself from thinking like that. He was her daughter's age, after all, there was no way he'd be interested in a lonely old woman like her. But she looked younger than she was- her training with An had her in the best shape of her life- and if he had been smitten with Weiss, well… her daughter had to have gotten the Ice Princess look from someone . Still, it should have been out of bounds to consider him sexually, even if she might have a snowball's chance in hell.
Then she caught him fucking his co-worker's brains out.
Jaune noticed the flush on her face.
"Are you alright?" He asked gently, putting a hand on her forehead.
Willow's blush deepened.
"I'm okay. " She murmured. "Just… thinking about something."
The look in his eyes flickered from concern to understanding, and a ghost of a smirk appeared on his lips. Willow blinked. 'That's the same look from when I saw his-'
"Relax, Willow." He said, voice low. He closed the distance between them. "You aren't used to the barbell, it's throwing off your movement." He placed a firm hand on her back. "You need to lean forward, but keep your back straight."
The Schnee fought back a squeak as her trainer bent her over, slowly, one hand on her back and the other on her hip.
He leaned down so his breath was tickling her ear. "You want to lean your head forward and push your hips back, while resting the bar on your shoulders. The bar should go up and down in a straight line. Like this."
Willow's body moved under the pressure of his big hands and strong arms, effortlessly maneuvered like a marionette.
Jaune brought her down and back up several times, letting up and having her move on what was almost her own power. He sighed thoughtfully.
"Better." He hummed, " But your stance is still a little awkward. Let's try this." He put his hands between her thighs and spread her legs, enjoying the way she squirmed. "Keep your feet shoulder length apart, and press your heels into the ground." He trailed his right hand up her back before working down her arm and clasping her hand in his. "Your grip is a bit wide… you might have an easier time controlling the bar like this." He said, moving it gently before doing the same to her other side.
If it was supposed to improve her form, then it was failing miserably, because there was no way Willow could focus on anything when he was touching her like that. She wondered idly if the young man could hear her heart pounding against her ribcage.
Mercifully, torturously, he stepped away.
"Now, show me what you've got." He ordered.
If any of the other customers thought that the blond trainer was a little too hands on, they said nothing. Every touch seemed to be moving the older woman in the right direction, and she wasn't complaining about it.
Willow could feel his cool blue eyes watching her every move, down to the slightest twitch. It made her dizzy, even as she worked until her legs burned.
He knew what she had seen… he had to know what she…what she...
'What I what ?' She asked herself accusingly. 'I don't want him to do anything other than teach me.' Which is why she didn't ask for lessons until after she saw him manhandling his cute coworker, fucking her like Willow had never seen anyone get fu-
"That's enough." He said firmly.
Willow stopped as he came forward and gently nudged her back to the rack, setting the bar in place. He passed her a water bottle and ordered her to drink. Out of the corner of her eye Willow could have sworn he licked his lips as he looked at her mouth.
"That's it for squats today." Jaune said, when she was done.
"Are you sure?" Willow asked. She hadn't had her fill of his… instruction yet. "I can handle more than just the bar-"
"-It's not about the weight." Jaune said firmly. "Right now we're just getting used to the movements. The body is at its most powerful when everything is in proper alignment. If you add weight too quickly and let your form get sloppy, not only will you be weaker in the long run, but you'll be a lot more likely to hurt yourself. When I say you're done, you're done."
Willow bit her lip. "I… I understand."
The blond leaned in, catching her off guard, his face only a few inches from hers, and his voice low and deep.
"Don't worry, sweetheart." He said. "We'll save the intense stuff for later."
His eyes twinkled as her face went scarlet.
"Alright." Jaune said. "Next, up, deadlifts."
The rest of the lesson went on in the same way- Jaune would show her a new exercise, unrepentantly ogle her while critiquing her form, and invade her personal space whenever the opportunity arose, leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever he went. He licked his lips as he watched her breasts bounce during the overhead press, he pressed into her from behind on the press and deadlifts whenever he felt he needed to 'spot' her, his eyes raked over her legs while she lunged forward.
Willow felt like a piece of meat.
No, more than that… the look in Jaune's eyes was more calculating, though no less greedy. He examined her body with the exacting standards of a jeweler evaluating an uncut gem, figuring out just what she was worth, what he would shape her into.
Willow felt insecure despite herself. Intellectually, she knew she was a beautiful woman- fit and elegant and curvy- a hormonal boy shouldn't be able to keep his hands off her.
But Jaune was no mere boy. He was a man. Beauties like Willow Schnee were his playground, and he was completely at ease in her presence. Whatever their age gap, he had asserted his dominance in their relationship immediately and effortlessly - his was to order and hers was to obey. Call it primordial instinct, call it being starved for affection, all she knew was she needed him. Willow didn't want to fight back - all she wanted was his approval.
She set down the weights she was carrying and turned around to look at him, happy to see a pleased smile on his face.
"You're getting the hang of it." He said. "But there's one last exercise I'd like to show you. You've heard of a bench press, right?"
Willow nodded.
Jaune guided her over to a bench and gestured for her to lay down.
Willow complied nervously, and her nerves skyrocketed as he stepped between her legs and pushed them apart. The larger male loomed over her while she laid helplessly on her back, totally exposed. 'Is he really going to do this here?' She thought, half in fear, half in lust. There were people working around them, people who would see this stud stake his claim on her just like she had seen him claim Amber.
A lecherous grin flickered across the boy's face, but it vanished so quickly she couldn't say for certain it was real: the only traces of it were in her flushed skin, hammering heart and burning loins.
"Drive your heels into the ground." Jaune said. " And remember to keep your back arched and your core tight. This is a full body exercise, you'll be a lot stronger if you use everything."
"O-okay." She said breathlessly.
Jaune watched a single, shaky repetition and then shook his head.
"No, don't drop the weight, control it on the way down." Jaune said. "The eccentric motion is just as important for muscle growth, maybe more."
He grabbed the bar and slowed its descent from the top, brushing his hand against her breasts as she brought it down. Willow let out a strangled gasp.
Jaune didn't bother to hide his smirk this time, growing bolder and bolder every passing second. "Try and bring it down to the same spot each time." He said. "It helps."
Willow nodded. The spot would be easy to find- she could feel his touch burned onto her skin, and the cool metal bar did little to soothe it.
For his part Jaune let her continue unmolested, watching her form intently, but not inappropriately. Still, it was difficult to focus on anything else under his eyes… his deep, powerful eyes…
She could feel them bearing down on her as brutally as the weight that was slowly turning her arms into lead. They were looking at her expectantly, challenging her. Her body wanted to stop but it wanted to please him more, and as she looked desperately to him for permission to stop. He granted none.
'You're not done yet. More.'
Her desire to please him drowned out her pain, and Willow soldiered on until her face was red and her body trembled, but still she pushed, waiting for his approval.
Finally her body caved. She brought the bar down and couldn't bring it back up. Her breath was ragged. Her arms were jello. Pools of ice met pools of ocean, begging, pleading. "I-I can't." She whimpered. "Help-"
It was over in less than a second. Jaune moved in a flash and with a single hand grabbed the weight off her chest and slowly helped her move it up. He moved effortlessly but deliberately- he could pull it off like a paperweight but left as much pressure as she could bear, leaving her to carry what was left of the load.
"You can do this." He said simply.
Willow did.
She let out a feeble cry at the top, arms fully extended, before Jaune stepped in and racked the bar safely above her side.
Willow's arms collapsed to her sides as her breathing steadied and the rest of the world came back into focus.
A few passersby were looking at the pair incredulously.
Jaune was smiling proudly.
God, Willow would forgive any ache he inflicted for that smile.
"Good set." He said earnestly.
"...Any...reason...you didn't… stop me earlier?" Willow panted, eyes twinkling in delight.
"A few." Jaune said. "First, it was your last exercise and I don't like leaving anything in the tank."
Willow groaned.
"Second, your form was perfect and I wanted to train your muscle memory for it." He explained. Willow felt disproportionately pleased by the compliment. "And third, there's a valuable lesson in having a spotter. You have to push yourself to grow, but you should always have someone watching out for you."
Jaune expected a nod, or some form of acknowledgment, but was met with a deathly silence.
Willow stared at the ceiling with a pained expression.
"...I wish someone had told me that a long time ago." She whispered.
Jaune was quiet for a moment. Then he put a comforting hand on her shoulder, tracing soft circles on her skin with his thumb. She met his gaze again and was caught off guard by the tenderness in his eyes, those irresistible eyes that saw and said too much.
She rose jerkily, out of the broken remnants of her own pride. She wanted many things from Jaune Arc, but she didn't want his pity.
"Well, if I'm done for the day... how much can you lift?" She challenged, desperate to change the subject.
Jaune was either tactful enough to offer her an out, or boastful enough that he couldn't pass the opportunity up.
"Oh, I dunno." He said casually, eyes flitting onto any unclaimed plate in the room. He darted over to pick each of them up and put them in place- 5 plates on each side, 45 lbs each, with two tiny plates to bring the total weight up to an even 500.
Willow blinked. Hadn't he insisted that she use just the bar? Wasn't she exhausted? Even if she wasn't, if there was any trouble, there was nothing she could do to help him. Was he really 10 times stronger than-
Jaune slid into position and began to move.
It was amazing. He hefted the load up with ease and precision, and no signs of strain save the bulging of the veins and the swelling of his arms. Over and over, breathing easy, form flawless, muscles rippling under the strain, bending yet never breaking. Willow's mouth went dry. She had seen him shirtless in the sauna, with a body that promised vigor and power beyond measure, but seeing it in motion was a completely different beast.
He was breathtaking.
"Enjoying the show?"
Willow flushed as she looked down. His movements hadn't slowed, but he was looking at her with that damnable grin again, eyes mocking. He had ogled her and knew full well that she was returning the favor, but where he was unashamed of both she was flustered by either.
Finally, he stopped moving - not from fatigue but boredom. He set the weights down and sprung to his feet in a calm, controlled movement, towering head and shoulders above her, muscles rippling under a faint sheen of sweat, with messy golden hair clining faintly to the edges of his rugged face.
Was her daughter blind?!
The Arc was insufferably aware of her thoughts and raised his bulging arms above his head in a languid stretch.
"Good workout, Willow." He said airily. "Same time next week?"
Willow didn't trust herself to speak. She nodded limply. The blond smirked. He paused thoughtfully for a moment, then his smirk returned, and in a sharp, fluid motion his dominant hand disappeared.
CRRRRAAAAAAACK!
The Schnee let out a sharp yelp as a resounding smack landed on her ass, sending ripples throughout the soft flesh and jolts of pleasure and pain throughout her body.
As the feeling faded she noticed the pairs of incredulous eyes that had glanced over, and the harsh whispers that followed. The pink hue that had spread across her skin was slowly replaced by an angry red.
"Jaune..." She muttered, emotions dripping from that single syllable as her heart tore her in several directions at once.
Jaune, on the other hand, seemed perfectly proud of himself. Instead of fleeing from her sparks of anger, he had leaned in, happy to fan the flames.
Her flush deepened.
"Are you always this forward with the women in your life?" She breathed.
The blond smirked, leaning in until his face was less than an inch from hers. "Only with the cute ones." He whispered.
Willow swallowed.
"See you round." He hummed, his voice a low, rich baritone.
The Schnee shook silently before storming out of the room, Jaune chuckling all the while.
'Of all the insolent, low class, misogynistic stunts!' Right out in the open, in front of everyone? She had never been so humiliated in all her life!
Willow was soaked .
She sighed as she stepped into the women's locker room and out of her sweaty clothes. She admired herself in the mirror- her muscles were toned and her body shined like snow under the fluorescent lights. The soft,smooth white of her skin was interrupted by a large, red mark in the shape of a hand that covered more than half of an ass cheek.
Willow bit back a moan.
Every spot Jaune had brushed up against her skin had left goosebumps and a warm glow, but with a single spank he had branded her. It was a pleasant burn.
Considering how strong he was it was a remarkable show of restraint- the mark wouldn't bruise, but it wouldn't vanish right away either. Jaune's mark wouldn't fade from her skin for hours… and her from her mind…
She shook her head, knowing that she should cancel all future appointments with him, and knowing that she would do nothing of the sort.
She liked Jaune Arc. She liked him even more after tonight- she craved his touch more than she could admit and she did not object to the spank but the setting . She knew she'd sleep with him if he asked her at the right time and place- but she could hardly expect subtlety from a boy of 17. She had let him go too far, but she'd pull back, give him time to reel her in properly.
The thought excited her. It had been years since she'd cheated on Jacques. She had been faithful for the first years of her marriage, until she realized that he didn't care. She had a few flings, just to see how he'd react, and discovered he didn't care about them, either. Jaune… Jaune would be something she'd do for herself.
She stepped into the shower, already glistening wet, and cooed in pleasure as the cool water ran over her hot skin. Jaune had left her sore and used… but he knew what he was doing. She was hot and bothered and her core burned deliciously . Even if things never progressed beyond training, he was a welcome addition to her routine.
'And,' she thought naughtily, 'if he plays his cards right he might get a little 'training' of his own.'
Willow smiled at the thought before starting at the rustle of a shower curtain.
She was surprised to see a hand brush it aside- and more surprised by who stepped in after her.
"I just remembered." Jaune said huskily. "You're used to a massage after a workout, right?"
Willow sputtered something incoherent as her eyes wandered his naked body. She was already familiar with most of it, but one thing stuck out right at her.
Jaune Arc had an absurdly huge cock.
It figured that his manhood would be as overwhelmingly masculine as the rest of him- a long, fat, veiny rod with a thick glob of white leaking out of its tip from the mere presence of a naked woman, rested atop a pair of full, bulbous balls. Willow shivered as he stepped forward and it brushed against her lips.
That thing would annihilate her.
"What are you doing in the women's locker room!" She hissed, before Jaune silenced her with a kiss. She let out a wanton moan as her body was crushed against his and his head narrowly missed her slit, shaft resting between her thighs. .
"Careful dear." He teased. "I know you don't like having an audience."
She squirmed but said nothing as his skilled hands roamed her body.
On hand cradled her chin, pressing his thumb on the pad of her tongue to muffle her soft moans as he laid several sharp smacks on her rear. Willow had a more mature body than the girls he was used to, and even her training had left quite a bit of cushion in her tush, but he didn't mind- it wasn't as firm but it kept its shape well enough, and the way it jiggled was fantastic.
He pulled his hand out of the way and kissed her again, tongue slipping into her mouth and exploring its new territory. Willow hummed as his free hand lowered to give her tits some proper attention.
Her breast felt heavy in his hand.
"You're Weiss's Mom?" He whispered incredulously. He thought Weiss was exceptionally pretty and had wanted her badly, even before his Blessing had kicked in; Jaune thought she was one of the most beautiful creatures he'd ever laid eyes on. But he knew she was a little... flat.
Willow flushed in embarrassment, reminded that this stud was over three decades her junior. Both her girls had inherited her features, but of her daughters, Winter had been the one who inherited her mother's figure.
"She'll grow into them." She murmured, not knowing or caring if it were true.
Jaune laughed. "After a baby or two, maybe. We'll see."
Willow objected to the cavalier tone he took when discussing her daughter getting knocked up, but before she could say anything he bit down on her neck in just the right place and she forgot all about it.
As Jaune's mouth and hands worked wonders Willow did her best to keep quiet. She could hear other voices outside, no doubt stripping down themselves.
"Did you see that white haired slut get manhandled out in front of everybody?" A high pitched voice gossiped.
"Well, it serves her right for encouraging him." The other said.
There was a scoff from a third voice. "Are you, are you victim blaming right now?"
The other women giggled. "Please, honey, did you see him? Did you see her reaction? I watched their entire lesson, they couldn't keep their eyes off each other. Trust me, whatever he did, she wanted it, and if they aren't fucking already they will be soon."
The other woman had no response to that.
Jaune chuckled in a low, quiet tone.
Willow looked at him, face a mixture of lust, shame and indignation.
His eyes had the same unrepentant glow. "Is she wrong?" He whispered, before pulling her in for a tender kiss.
Willow melted into him, moaning despite herself. His hips began thrusting forward, shaft resting against her slit and driving past in an experimental motion. He wasn't trying to fuck her… just showing off how he would do it.
"I don't even blame her." The high pitched voice said airily. "A stud like that comes my way, I'm not saying no."
The sound of footsteps faded out the door, but someone had also slipped into the stall next to them and turned on the water.
Willow's pussy was leaking juices all over Jaune's member, coating him in slick, warm fluid as he pulled back for a proper thrust.
"God, such an eager little cunt." He whispered.
Willow froze.
She'd sleep with Jaune Arc. She would not fuck him in a public bathroom with another woman 3 feet away!
Jaune watched the change in the timid woman's features as an ice cold frown adorned her beautiful face. Whatever his previous doubts, the look in her eyes, the tone of her voice, the unmistakable pride proved beyond question that this woman was Weiss Schnee's mother.
"Do you know who I am?"
Jaune grinned. "Of course I do." He spanked her once more for good measure, before lining his crown right up against her cunt. "You're hot MILF with a fat ass."
Then he pushed forward.
Willow bit back a cry as half his length sank into her.
Jaune lifted her up off the ground and slowly slid her back down, letting gravity down the work.
He kissed her cheek as Willow winced.
"I know, baby." He said softly, nuzzling her neck. "We'll take it slow, inch by inch. I promise."
Jaune kept his promise. His cock was stretching her out to the breaking point, and felt like a spear, but his presence was sweet and soothing. As her walls adjusted to his size the discomfort started to be joined by a growing sense of euphoria. Little twinges of pleasure went through her body as he started to go deeper and deeper inside her. By the time he reached 7 inches Willow would admit that she was enjoying herself. By the time he passed 9 she realized he was probing into uncharted territory.
"It's so long." She cooed.
She saw the insufferable look on his face and desperately tried to walk it back.
"I- I mean it's been so long." She whispered feebly. "So long since I-"
He kissed her softly. "I know." He whispered. "I know."
After five minutes where every millimeter made itself known, Willow's eyes widened as her lips finally met his balls.
He had to be jammed against her cervix right now, but there was no pain. Only pleasure, and an incredulous sense of achievement.
"I-I did it." She breathed.
Jaune smiled. "I knew you could." He said reassuringly. "But we're just getting started."
Then the Arc started to move.
"Oh fuck!" Willow whispered, fighting back screams.
Not only was the young stud extremely well endowed, but he knew exactly how to use it. He couldn't fuck as hard as he wanted, that would give them away, but his strokes were firm and fast and steady, and they were hitting her in all the right places. Willow tried to hold back her orgasms, knowing that her self control would fall apart every time, but without fail they crashed over her, and his lips crashed over hers, muffling her cries of ecstasy and keeping their secret, for now.
Out of the corner of her mind she noticed that their neighbor had left the shower, which meant a little more distance but less noise from the water to cover their lovemaking.
"We have to stop." She whispered. "We can't get caught."
Jaune smiled. "I don't care one way or the other." He said.
"But- but you'll lose your job."
Jaune shrugged.
"Maybe." He said. "Maybe not. Besides, I'm not the one screaming out like a symphony."
Willow bit her lip as the warning signs of another climax rose in her core. "Jaune, please." She begged.
"I'm not complaining." He said, thrusts never slowing. "You have a beautiful voice. If you want to keep quiet, your call, but if you want to let the world know how much you love it, I'm not gonna stop you."
The kindness in his voice was nearly enough to break her, and Willow used the last of her strength to pull his mouth to hers as she came explosively.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHH!"
She fell back, propped against the wall. Jaune looked her over, mirth in his eyes, as he slowed his movements. He set both arms on the wall, right next to her head, boxing her in.
"Still want me to stop?" He teased.
Willow shook her head. "Don't stop." She whispered. "Don't get us caught but for the love of God, don't stop."
Willow lost a lot of sense after that… sometime around a dozen orgasms her mind went blurry. She heard some lustful cries, some muffled, some not, some conversations with half intelligible words sounded outside the flimsy little curtain that separated Willow the Heiress from Willow the Whore.
Suddenly her voice slipped.
"Oh, harder Daddy!" She cried.
Jaune's eyes widened.
For a moment she thought he was turned off - she was 48 for God's sake, where did she get off calling him Daddy ? The crooked grin that followed disabused her of that notion.
"...Daddy?" He said, rolling the word on his tongue. He could get used to that. It didn't have quite the same ring as 'Master', but it still sounded very nice. "Does that make you my good little girl?"
Willow bit her lip as Jaune's thrusts became harder.
"No, that isn't right." He whispered, lips brushing against her ear. "You're a bad little girl, aren't you?"
She shook her head. "N-no." She whined. "That isn't true."
SMACK.
'Uh-uh-uh." He said, rubbing her reddening rear. "No lying."
Willow gave in. "I'm a bad little girl that's been spoiled rotten all her life, and I need a Daddy to spank me!"
Jaune happily obliged.
"Look at how wet your pussy is." He said. "You are a bad little girl. A dirty, naughty little slut who needs to be punished."
"Yes!" Willow cried, not knowing or caring if anyone heard her.
"Gods, shout it from the rooftop why dontcha." Jaune said, thrusting even harder, audible smacks sound throughout the room. "You wouldn't want Daddy caught with his pants down, now, would you?"
"I-I'm sorry." Willow whimpered, looking into his eyes. "I promise I'll be good."
"No you won't." Jaune shot back. "You're a naughty girl." The force of his thrusts intensified as he watched her breasts bounce in a pleasant jiggle. "And you need to be punished."
Spare the rod, spoil the child, all the shit. He wouldn't spare Willow from his rod, not that she wanted him to.
"Oh God." She croaked. "Oh God Daddy it's so good. More, more."
Jaune chuckled. "You've never been spanked before, never really been fucked before either, have you?"
Willow shook her head… "N-no." She moaned. "Not like this! Never like this!"
"Well, we'll fix that." Jaune said. "Starting now I'm training you to be my perfect little sex doll. Sound good?"
Willow came around his cock with a shudder.
Jaune kissed her.
"Daddy's getting close." He said, thrusts quickening. In the aftermath of her own climax, Willow could feel the last strength in her body rising in a crescendo for the grand finale. "Daddy's gonna come inside you, give you a little responsibility. Maybe that'll straighten you out."
Willow could only let out an eager moan.
The sound of their bodies smacking against one another grew louder and louder, harsh, wet sounds breaking through the rush of water that ran over their bodies, and right as they approached the edge-
"Does anyone hear that?" A feminine voice asked.
Willow's heart clenched. She didn't move. She didn't breathe. For what seemed like an eternity she was deathly still.
"Yeah." Another voice said, a new one. The pair of them must have just walked in. "I think it's coming from the showers."
Willow's heart stopped as the pair neared the lovers' stall.
The Arc, on the other hand, was quick on his feet.
"Oh, crap, did I not put the sign up?!" Jaune said.
It was a lighter, more innocent tone than he had used with her- it almost sounded like a different person.
"Jaune?" A voice cried in mild irritation. "What are you doing here?"
"Cleaning." He lied easily. "One of the members left a little bit of a mess and I got stuck swabbing it up. It's really stuck into the walls, I've gotta put my back into it." He gave a light, playful thrust that almost had Willow blow their cover.
"That sounds disgusting!" One of the voices cried indignantly.
"Oh, it's filthy." Jaune said. "You really shouldn't be in here. I thought I'd put a 'do not disturb' sign up, but I guess I forgot."
Willow felt a stab of jealousy as she heard the other women giggle.
"Are you sure you weren't trying to sneak any peaks?" One teased.
"Mrs. Braun." He said, infusing his voice with an embarrassment his face didn't match. "I would never."
The voice giggled again. "Careful Jaune. I might take that as an insult."
Jaune smirked as he forced his voice into a stammer, thrusting into Willow with reckless abandon. "I-I-I didn't mean-" He said, while the cheating MILF had to bite down on her lip to keep from crying out at his touch.
"Oh, well, I'll cover for you this time." Mrs. Braun teased, happy to fluster the handsome young boy. "And Jaune… call me Stacy."
Stacy and her friend walked out of the room and shut the door, with the lock clicking behind them.
Jaune moved agonizingly slowly for several heartbeats, listening to Mrs. Braun as she sauntered down the hall, and for any passing footsteps.
Then he relaxed.
"That should buy us some time." He growled, before abandoning all pretense of stealth.
If Willow had thought he was fucking before…
His body was a blur, his cock a battering ram slamming against her womb in a series of loud slaps.
Pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat-pat
Willow saw stars as his cock swelled and his face strained.
"Get ready, bitch!" He groaned. "I'm gonna breed this twat!"
Bitch. Willow should have slapped him.
She smiled gaily.
He had turned her into his plaything… but he could have done the same to any woman in the room. All of those gossiping hens, all the slutty little Stacys, all the horny housewives that loitered around and tried to stay on a first name basis with the stud. They'd scorn her, and surrender just as quickly if Jaune ever cornered them in the shower. But he hadn't picked them. He picked her .
"Do it, Daddy." She whispered, staring longingly. "Please."
Willow felt the familiar signs of a man's climax, on a scale she had never felt before. Jaune was like a geyser, blasting load after load of seed right into her eager hole. She let out a series of high, shuddering gasps while he let out a low, feral growl. All that remained of the world was the breeding pole in her snatch and the clutching walls egging him on with every pulse.
Splurt-Splurt-Splurt.
Willow's entire body trembled as she collapsed in his arms.
Her legs buckled, and she would have tumbled down to the floor as he set her down, but Jaune slowly and gently guided her down, the tiles still slick and warm from the stream of water still falling on both of them.
Jaune considered making it a cold shower. Willow had been wonderful, but after a single shot he was still at full mast, eager for more.
His partner, on the other hand, was down for the count. Willow's eyes were still half lidded, her breathing heavy and her limbs trembling in soft spasms every couple of seconds.
'I shouldn't have gone all out.' He told himself. He had already pushed her body before he started fucking her. Pounding the gentle woman like a fucking jackhammer had been stupid.
'She loved it.' His shadow taunted. 'She's still conscious, we can go another rou-'
'No.'
Willow didn't have an active aura like Cinder- she couldn't recover as quickly if he went overboard.
His Shadow simmered. 'Fine.' it responded bitterly. 'Nothing but the best for our new baby girl .'
'Damn straight.' Jaune thought.
As Willow's eyes regained some semblance of focus he reached down to offer her a hand. She took it gratefully.
"Can you walk?" He asked, as he hoisted her to her feet.
Willow blushed as she fell back into his chest, legs unsteady.
Her eyes met his in a nervous glance.
"...hold me?" she breathed.
Jaune smiled, and wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Of course."
The next few minutes were… interesting.
Willow led him to her pile of clothes and insisted he help her get dressed again. At first he was happy to; it was fun playing with her body and it filled him with a sense of pride that he had left her so boneless.
But as he slipped on her shirt he noticed how easily she moved to accommodate him and realized she wasn't that exhausted.
Jaune stepped away and glared at her without venom.
"Aren't you going to put on my shoes, Daddy?" she asked cutely, kicking her feet forward in a soft sway.
He pinched her cheek and groped her breast. "Do it yourself. You're a big girl."
Willow sighed dramatically.
"You're no fun, Daddy." She whined, pouting as girlishly as she could.
'Gods, this bitch has issues.' the Shadow said.
Jaune rolled his eyes internally. 'You're a repressed fragment of my personality bent on the enslavement of women, you have no room to talk.'
'I didn't say issues were bad.' the Shadow teased. 'You know how much easier they make it to score.'
'Shut. Up.'
If the Shadow had a voice Jaune could swear he heard it laughing.
'I'd say you hate me cause you ain't me… buuuuuuuuuuut.'
'Seriously, shut up.'
"...Is something wrong?"
Willow must have seen something on face because she had dropped the girlish tone and replaced it with one of genuine worry.
"...It's nothing." He said. There was no reason to get her involved in his own neuroses. "It's just time to get going. Did you take a driver or…"
Willow's eyes went to the floor. "I took a taxi instead of a private car." She said limply. "I didn't want Jacques to…" She shook her head, knowing that her husband wouldn't care one way or the other, but not wanting him to touch this, this place that made her happy. "My drop off is a few blocks away."
Jaune shook his head. "You can't walk that far. Not like this. I'll take you home. Just tell the staff that I found you drunk somewhere."
He lightly tugged her to her feet, not enough force to move her. Willow didn't move.
The baby girl act had returned. "I don't wanna." She said, refusing to look him in the eye.
Jaune sighed, tugging a bit harder. 'Get up." He ordered.
Willow sat back down. "I said I don't wanna."
"Willow." He said sternly, pulling her up to her feet. "I don't have time for-"
As he turned her to face him he saw she was fighting back tears.
The flirty facade had faded away and all that was left was a broken woman.
When her voice came out again, it was soft and trembling. "...There's nothing waiting for me at home." She whispered.
Jaune sighed, adjusting his hold from her wrist to her waist. He didn't know what to say. There was nothing he could say.
Willow sighed into his chest. "...You're right." She said softly. " You can take me home now."
Jaune held her tight as he walked her over to the door. He pressed his ears to the wood, waiting for any footsteps, and when he was sure the coast was clear he swept Willow out of the locker room and out the side door, until they made their way to his van.
Willow collapsed limply into the passenger seat as he let her go, before slipping in the opposite side. He gave her hand a comforting squeeze before putting both hands on the wheel and driving off.
It was a silent trip. Jaune kept his eyes on the road; Willows darted between her lap and her lover in terse, guilty glances.
It was 20 minutes before she spoke.
"...Do you know how to get to the Manor?" She whispered.
The blond shrugged. "Been there a few times." He said roughly. "It's pretty hard to miss."
That seemed like a lifetime ago. Before he had started at Beacon, before he had lost his family, before he had come into his Blessing. He didn't blame Willow for forgetting- he hadn't been all that memorable. If anyone on staff did remember the Arc boy, he doubted they'd recognize him, anyway. He hardly recognized himself.
"You were great today." Jaune said, caught at a red light, 5 minutes from their final destination. He turned to look at her, catching her soul in his eyes. "At everything."
Willow blushed lightly. " ...I… thank you." She muttered. "You too."
"Of course..." Jaune drawled, watching the ice blue pools narrow. "There's always room for improvement."
"Oh?" She asked, with a hint of teasing in her voice.
Jaune smirked. "That's what training is for after all. Next time, let's work on your endurance."
Willow smiled, then slumped her head onto the blond boy's shoulder. "...Next time." She agreed.