Cinder hatedbeing kept waiting.
She had cleared her schedule the moment she had gotten her master's text, eagerly awaiting the night that laid in store - stripped naked and splayed tantalizingly over her bed.
But as the sun set and the clock kept ticking, he was nowhere to be found.
6:00
7:00
8:00
Cinder glared at the screen as she lost irreplaceable seconds of her life.
She had canceled meetings for this: a call with one of her contacts, a planning session with Mercury and Emerald. She was doing that a lot now, probably too much – inconveniencing her underlings was a good way to remind them who was in charge, but being on the other side of that dynamic was not pleasant. And while Jaune may trust her implicitly, she couldn't stand leaving her people unsupervised. Gods know what they'd get up to when she wasn't keeping them in check.
She was tempted to call Jaune and ask if he was going to be arriving sometime today , but as she reached for her scroll she thought better of it - it wasn't her place.
Instead she began flipping through the newest data from the calendar girls.
There hadn't been enough time to map out all their cycles yet, although based on her spike in luteinizing hormone Cinder could guess that the Valkyrie girl was either ovulating or about to. Not that anything would come of it yet - her rightful master was on the other side of town and wasn't ready to claim her.
Tapping into the girl's device was child's play. Cinder smirked as she looked over the newest photo on the scroll - a selfie of the busty ginger wearing nothing but a pair of damp panties and an amateur's sultry smile.
She was quite the sight - with her bright pink nipples contrasting vividly with her peaches and cream complexion. Her flawless figure was the perfect combination of muscle and curves, with powerful thighs, wide, full hips, a flat stomach and deliciously round breasts that were perkier than they had any right to be.
Her face was flushed a faint pink as she did her best to look sexy for the camera. It was a look that betrayed innocence as well as eagerness - practically begging a man to show her what she really wanted.
The was captioned with a simple line.
'Heyyyyyy handsome.'
…
"What the fuckam I doing?"
Cinder discretely hacked her camera to find Nora staring down at her scroll with a forlorn look on her face. Her finger was hovering over the 'send' button in a private chat with Lie Ren.
A chat she'd had open for over 20 minutes.
" This is stupid," she whispered, voice wavering. Was she actually so desperate that she had no other option than to strip naked to get her crush's attention?
This wasn't a confession of love, it was a booty call. Did she want that? Did she want Rennie to think she was that kind of girl?
Was she? O ne calendar shoot and she was already acting like she was some irresistible sex symbol. It hadn't taken much prodding to get her to strip down to her undies in front of over a dozen people.
' Well, at least Jaune enjoyed the view, ' she thought guiltily. And hadn't Ren seemed interested when she joked about naked photos?
Her hands trembled.
The girl tossed her scroll down in frustration, dropping it onto her bed with a soft thud.
Then her eyes widened as she remembered the touchscreen.
The redhead fumbled around the hardlight screen, flipping it around with panicked movements.
"Oh gods, oh fuck, oh shit! " she moaned, pulling her chat with Ren back up.
The message was still unsent.
Nora let out an audible sigh of relief, before hitting the delete button and wiping the nude from existence.
There was a rapping sound as someone knocked at her bedroom door.
" Nora? " A kindly old voice asked. " Is everything alright? "
" I'm super, thanks for asking, " Nora sang, smiling brightly as she covered her fantastic body with an oversized t-shirt and opened the door. " All things considered I couldn't be better, hi Aunt May! "
The older woman smiled faintly at her niece's antics, knowing that she was trying to hide something but not particularly caring.
" You're super? " she asked, playing along.
" No, nothing bugs me! " Nora yelled. " Everything is super when you're - don't you think I look good in this - "
" -thong? " May teased. " I don't remember buying that. "
The ginger flushed as she realized her theatrics had exposed her sexist pair of silky pink underwear.
May chuckled indulgently. " As soon as you finish your showtunes, come down for supper. " She said, " And be sure to put on some pants. We have company. "
Nora blushed and nodded shyly as her Aunt gave her a moment of privacy.
"I'll be down in a minute." she said as the door closed.
Her smile vanished immediately.
She looked down at her scroll one last time, relief and self-loathing warring within her.
' Whore. '
'Coward.'
She shook her head before bending over and slipping her ass into a pair of tight jeans, unknowingly giving Cinder a show in the process.
She wasn't a whore or a coward. It had just been a moment of madness - a rush of teenage hormones on a lonely night.
She inspected herself in the mirror, making sure that she was presentable and that dinner would be free of any 'wardrobe malfunctions'. Her outfit was thrown together, but even then she'd be damned if she didn't look good .
…Just not good enough .
"...Stupid." She whispered, before setting the scroll down on the counter and slamming the door behind her.
Cinder chuckled darkly. She had backed up the picture before Valkyrie had time to delete it. It would be trivially easy to copy and paste it into Jaune's messages and let nature take its course.
The girl was fertile, after all, and with an invitation like that even Jaune wouldn't be able to resist giving her a proper dicking before she could set the record straight. In 9 months that 'happy accident' would result in another 'happy accident' and Master would have a new baby and a shortstacked Arc Slut.
It may have been the smarter move, but Cinder was selfish.
Jaune was sleeping with her tonight. If an airhead like Valkyrie was dumb enough to pine over a boy when a God Amongst Men was right in front of her, she could wait her fucking turn.
Besides… that photo wasn't going anywhere.
Cinder absentmindedly slipped a finger into her cunt as she reveled in the power she wielded - the power to alter the course of life with the touch of a button. Tomorrow, next week, next month, what did it matter? They'd all fall sooner or later - no woman could resist the power of an Arc.
Not even her.
That was how Jaune found her, lost in fantasy with her hand between her legs. She didn't notice his footsteps until he was almost on top of her.
"Mast-" she began, rising to meet her, before he grabbed her shoulder and shoved her back down to the bed, before slamming his mouth into hers in a bruising kiss. Her scroll clattered to the floor, forgotten.
Cinder moaned as her master pinned her, parting her lips as he ravished her mouth with his tongue.
She buried her hands in his hair as her lover's large mitts locked onto her – a steady grip held her nape, fingers caressing her dark locks, while his free hand roamed her body, harshly squeezing her breasts before ghosting down her sides for a handful of her luscious ass.
He smirked as she eagerly gyrated her hips against his obscene bulge, dampening his jeans with her juices.
Their lips parted with a faint smack.
"Having fun without me?" Jaune teased.
"..Fuck me," Cinder moaned breathily, too horny to flirt back.
Jaune chuckled, before settling down next to her in bed.
"Blow me."
Cinder complied immediately, crawling over his body so that her pussy was tantalizingly close to his face as she unbuckled his belt.
The seductress was rewarded for her efforts with a sharp crack as her master swatted her fine ass.
"Love the view," he said, voice booming as his lips ghosted up her thighs, leaving Cinder gasping as her legs trembled.
'Fucking tease,' she thought desperately.
"Not as much as I do," she shot back, as she pushed his pants down his hips and came face to face with his throbbing cock.
It was hard as diamond and flushed an angry red - bobbing hypnotically as it demanded satisfaction from the nearest slut, oozing a river of potent white.
Smoooooch.
"I've missed you," Cinder whispered, darting her tongue over her cum covered lips as her senses were overwhelmed by her partner's musk.
SMACK!
A spank as loud as a gunshot rang out throughout the apartment; Cinder let out a ragged gasp as her ass rippled from the force of the blow.
"Now." Jaune ordered, with a dangerous edge of impatience."
The ravenette needed no further prompting, gagging as she took her master's massive cock down her throat.
Jaune let out a satisfied hiss as she sank her lips two thirds of the way down, before bracing her arms against his legs and slowly working her way back, teeth scraping softly against the sensitive skin.
While Cinder still wasn't on Willow's level, she had gotten a lot of practice deepthroating Jaune's dick since he'd gotten a hold of her - the servile sight of the proud femme fatale dropping to her knees on command never failed to swell his ego.
He peppered her inner thighs with kisses and caresses, ghosting his fingers over her lower lips as he prepared to return the favor.
Her mound glistened as her scent filled the air - a spicy mix of cinnamon and sweat. Her body trembled in anticipation as his warm breath lingered on her womanhood, pussy hot to the touch.
"Mhmmmmm, mmmmhmmmmm, Jhhhhhhnnnn - GAHK!"
Cinder fell forward, choking as she took her lover all the way to the base as Jaune lapped up her nectar like a man dying of thirst.
Cinder did her best to maintain control of herself as she dutifully bobbed up and down his shaft, lolling her tongue over his throbbing flesh and doing her best not to moan like a whore while he bruised the back of her throat.
Jaune's touch was divine, she knew that, but Cinder had an ambition of her own tonight - this time, Jaune was going to cum first. She felt him twitch and grow beneath her as she worshiped his cock, taking him all the way down before kissing and licking at his balls.
"Shit." Jaune hissed, tightening his grip on her hips, "Yeah, baby, just like that."
Cinder fought back a smile as a warm glow filled her chest. She redoubled her efforts in a loving, yet no less fierce competition, the obscene sucking sounds of her lips on his flesh filling the air as his tongue skillfully parted her slick folds.
Soon everything but the pleasure faded from her mind - nothing existed by her and her master. She lived to serve him, she lived to please him, and every groan snatched from her lips brought the thrill of triumph - not of besting an enemy, but surrendering herself.
It was a strange feeling, one that her old self would have never recognized. She was an instrument of his pleasure, and seeing her master come undone at her touch made her happier than almost anything.
"Mhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Cinder moaned, as Jaune massaged her inner walls with his slick rough tongue.
Her resolve wavered as Jaune reminded her why he was the man she had surrendered to - he could please her even better than she could please him .
Her breath became ragged as his hips began bucking against her face, pussy weeping as it came under the dual assault of his strong fingers and skilled tongue.
In a desperate gambit, Cinder took her shaky hand and cupped her master's oversized balls - each one was large enough to fit in the palm of her hand. She reveled in the way they tensed and churned under her fingers, filled to the brim with an obscene amount of cum.
'This is where my babies come from,' she thought reverently, brushing her nose against his scrotum as his manhood bruised the back of her throat.
Then he went for her clit.
For the entire session he'd avoid that weak spot, darting past it, lavishing the folds around it. After all that teasing, even the lightest pressure was enough to completely overwhelm her, crashing down her walls in an instant.
He conquered her with a single kiss.
Cinder let out a muffled scream of ecstasy as her body spasmed uncontrollably, gagging around her master's member.
She came choking on his cock.
As her vision clouded her head was wrenched back as a strong hand pulled her up by the hair.
Cinder's throat cleared with a lewd pop as sweet air started flowing back into her lungs.
The woman panted as her eyes refocused, face sticky with tears, sweat, spit and precum.
Jaune's cock stood at full mast, not satisifed in the least.
Cinder barely had any time to recover before Jaune had grabbed her hips and pulled her forward, until his swollen dick pressed against her, flush against navel.
The femme fatale thought for a dazed moment how impossible it seemed that something so big had been in her mouth - the sight of it against her stomach reminded her just how deep her man went inside of her.
Jaune raised his grip, as if he could read her thoughts, until one hand was level with the head of his cock.
Cinder bit her lip as he showed her exactly where he was about to be.
He raised her off the bed with his big, strong hands, until his crown was level with her dripping slit.
"Here we go," He grunted, slammingher down on his hips.
Cinder shrieked as her eyes rolled into the back of her head - her body lost in the throes of orgasm as one bled into another.
And another.
And another .
There was no easing into it - Jaune fucked her like a man possessed. His hips bucked like a jackhammer as he pulverized her pussy into submission, never stopping, never slowing.
THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP=THUMP-THUMP!-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP=THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP=THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP!
" Jauuuuuuuuunnnneeeeeee! " Cinder whined deliriously, tongue lolling out of her mouth.
She moaned and shrieked as she feebly rolled her hips against each brutal thrust, ass rippling with every move.
"You like that!?" He growled, spanking her cheeks red.
" Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, FUCK yes! "
Cinder had changed, and she knew it. She'd always kept her distance from the people around her, but now everyone in her building knew she was a screamer .
And she didn't care.
Let them leer at her as she walked by - let them judge her while she kept them up for hours screaming her lover's name. For all she had to hide, every night she'd announce to the whole world that she was Jaune Arc's bitch.
"OH MY GODS! IT'S SO DEEEEEEEP!"
There was no gentleness in her master's movements, no consideration, no restraint. He pounded into her with abandon as the clock ticked on, balls tensing as he neared his end.
" JAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNEEEEEE! " She screamed, orgasm crashing over her as he swelled up and exploded inside of her, erupting like a volcano as boiling hot cum blasted her cervix in thick, heavy shots.
"TAKE IT ALL, YOU SLUT!"
Cinder's velvety walls tightened around him like a vice, milking his spasming cock for every drop as he unloaded inside her.
Cinder shook as her quivering cunt was filled to the brim.
She fell forward, still joined at the hips with her master, fingers gripping her sheets as she struggled to catch her breath.
'So fucking full…' she thought deliriously, as Jaune's potent cum seeped deeper and deeper into her womb.
There was so much…
With a gasp, Cinder was suddenly pushed forward, face down onto the bed.
Jaune's hands slipped under her breasts, kissing her neck as he lined their hips up for another round.
Cinder let out a happy coo as he repositioned their hips and began prone boning her from behind.
She was in for a long night.
'It's not enough.'
Jaune throbbed with need as Cinder collapsed in exhaustion, eyes glazed over.
Their hips were joined in a frothy white mess, his erect cock acting as a cork in Cinder's reddened, leaking cunt. He'd fucked her for hours, unloading his balls again and again until there was enough semen inside her to knock up an entire sorority several times over.
And he was still hard .
Cinder was down for the count down, though. He hadn't slowed his pace, but he had begun using his semblance during sex, channeling aura into her body to keep her going. It had kept her conscious for a while, but if anything the flare of power only made his sex drive worse. He was barely any less horny than he'd been when they'd started.
He pulled Cinder's body into his, reveling in her warmth, and calming himself as he drew simple patterns on her skin.
Their bodies glistened with sweat and reeked of sex - a clump of dark hair was damp against her brow and her ass was glowing red from the amount of punishment he'd given it.
He gave the abused flesh a tender squeeze as a faint trace of his aura began healing the damage.
Cinder sighed happily as the pain and pleasure washed over her - the feel of her lover's soul permeating her body as his essence pooled in her womb.
Jaune kissed her gently as she stirred, but didn't push her. She was done for the night, and they both knew that.
Cinder drew another moan out of him by biting down softly on his lower lip, before pulling away with a cheeky grin.
"So, who was it?" She asked.
"What are you talking about?" He lied.
Cinder grinned wider. "You haven't been this aggressive since our first time." She said, gently stroking his chest, "Someone else got you worked up. Whose punishment did I take tonight?"
Jaune wouldn't meet her eyes.
"...Cinder," he whispered, voice tinged with guilt.
Cinder laughed softly - it was a dark, beautiful sound.
"I'm not jealous," She said, nuzzling into his chest."Your friends would trade places with me in a heartbeat."
She moaned faintly as he did his best to distract her, kneading one breast in his hand while the other cupped her rear, sending jolts of pleasure across her body.
"You're so perfect," she murmured. "Your only fault is you can't accept what you are."
Jaune was quiet for several minutes as Cinder basked under his attention, doing her best to return the favor.
Then he leaned in and kissed her.
"You're a fantastic fuck, Cinder." He breathed, "But you're a bad liar."
Cinder let out a girlish giggle as the man who wore his heart on his sleeve lectured her on deceit.
"All evidence to the contrary," she teased. "But I'm telling the truth. I know you're a monster."
Jaune winced but didn't bother to protest.
"That's what makes you magnificent," Cinder said, running her free hand over every ridge of his muscles. "I love your power, your will, your darkness. I love how you use me, I love how easily you could break me. The other girls, the ones you love so dearly, can only dream of the things you give me. They don't know what you're really like. I do."
'That's not true.' Persona thought.
Cinder smiled as her master throbbed inside of her, his body burning with desire.
"And you think I should be jealous of them ?" Cinder said, voice low and sultry. "They can have their playdates , their mask , their sanitized you. I'm the one you share your secrets with, the one you come to for your deepest desires – and I wouldn't trade that for the world."
She sighed happily, cupping his cheek as she stared deeply into his eyes. "They may be first in your heart, but I see you for what you truly are… and let me tell you, it is quite the view. I couldn't stand being someone you actually cared about."
Jaune stared back watching her every move, his expression unreadable.
Then an arm wrapped around her back and pulled her in tight.
"Cinder," Jaune said slowly. "I do care about you."
His lover rolled her eyes.
"We're already fucking," she teased, "you don't have to sweet talk me."
"I mean it." He said forcefully.
Cinder felt that unfamiliar emotion rising up in her chest as she felt the earnestness in her lover's voice, and the warmth in his deep blue eyes– it was hot and bubbling and sickeningly sweet. It made her nervous, and unsure, and weak, but it was something that he brought out of her. Something she couldn't control.
Luckily, she didn't have to. Jaune was the only person she could be weak in front of. And she was starting to decide she liked it.
"Don't get me wrong, you're a sociopath." he teased, breath tickling her neck. For some reason, the insult stung, like nothing before ever had – it mattered to her what Jaune thought. "But you're my sociopath. My beautiful little sociopath. And I swear I'll do right by you."
…
…
"...Whatever," Cinder whispered, burying her face in his neck to hide her growing blush.
Her master wielded power beyond measure, but he was a sentimental fool. He would grow out of it sooner or later…
…but, as she felt his chest against hers, felt the thrum of his heartbeat against her own, Cinder decided that she could… tolerate that weakness for just a little longer.
"Somewhere you need to be?" Ruby asked.
The credit music was blaring over the black screen, a slow, dark dirge with a chorus of screams. Flashes of the monster standing over the mangled bodies of the gullible cast of teens were interspersed with the names of the actors in what Jaune supposed was meant to be artsy and evocative but just felt silly.
His eyes had been darting to the clock for the last half hour.
Jaune sighed he felt a pair of silver eyes staring at him, unwavering in their gaze.
"I told Cinder I'd meet up with her when we were done."
Ruby's smile, which had been growing wider and wider for most of the night, suddenly shrank.
There had been some lingering awkwardness, but with no one else to get between them they had soldiered through it, and somewhere between the shooting and the gore and the cheesy special effects she had managed to forget all about Jaune's girlfriend. Jaune was her favorite person in the whole world and she had him all to herself to chuck pillows at and pwn noobs with and talk shit about idiotic characters walking into obviousdeaths, and she had enjoyed every second.
'Why are they splitting up? There are 4 of them and they only have 1 gun!"
'I know!"
All good things come to an end.
Ruby looked down at her lap and tried not to seem disappointed.
"Well," she said awkwardly, "you don't want to keep her waiting."
Jaune hesitated. Being alone with her for this long had driven him crazy - Ruby was criminally cute and as the two grew more comfortable she kept finding excuses to brush up against him - elbowing him to get his attention, letting her hands linger as she grasped his arm or shoulder to emphasize a point, delicate fingers tracing over his skin.
And the sheer joy in her eyes - it was maddening.
It was only the thought of Cinder, his light at the end of the tunnel, that had kept him from pouncing on her, and now that he had finally been given an out the smart thing to do would be to take it.
But Jaune wasn't good at doing the smart thing.
The blond circled an arm around her shoulder. Ruby looked up at him, confused.
"I have time for one more movie." He said.
The beaming smile she gave him made it all worth it.
"How about 'Mutant Flesh Tearers 3?' she asked, with a manic look in her eye.
Jaune chuckled, amazed at how someone could look so innocent and unhinged at the same time.
"Sure you wanna watch that before bed?" He teased. "Wouldn't want you to have nightmares."
"I don't have nightmares." Ruby said proudly, crossing her arms under her chest. "I drink milk."
Jaune stared at her blankly.
"…I don't follow."
Ruby rolled her eyes. "It helps you sleep - duh."
Jaune smirked down at her. "On second thought, I don't think you're mature enough to handle this."
"Am too!" Ruby said, poking him in the chest. "You're just trying to back out cause you're scared!"
"Really?"
"Really."
" Really?"
"Really!"
Neither one of them was sure who struck first, but within seconds, Ruby was pinned on her back, giggling like mad.
"Jaaaauuuuune," she whined, between peels of laughter, as his hands roamed up and down her sides, "not again!"
She bucked and writhed, unable to escape his grasp, although in truth escape was the last thing she wanted. Her face was flushed red as she struggled to breath and her own hands tried to get purchase on Jaune's much less ticklish body.
In a single move Jaune caught both wrists in one hand and pinned her arms over her head.
Ruby looked up at him, heart thumping more and more quickly as she realized the precarious position she was in.
Her shirt had ridden up with her arms, exposing the smooth, creamy skin of her abdomen. Her legs had parted as Jaune maneuvered his way between them, looming over her as forced his way past all her defenses.
She was completely at his mercy.
Jaune looked down at her with an unreadable expression, a startling intensity in his eyes. She felt her cheeks burn as they wandered over her, before locking in on the exposed skin just above her chest.
"J-Jaune?" She breathed, bodily deathly still.
He pounced, pressing his mouth done to her exposed neck.
" PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!"
The room was filled with a loud, wet, flatulent sound.
"JAUNE!" She shrieked happily, wriggling like mad. "NO FAIR!"
He pulled up for air, lulling her into a false sense of security, before redoubling his assault.
They went on, writhing and laughing as their bodies struggled in unison, before something in the air shifted.
Suddenly, Jaune wasn't blowing quite so loudly anymore, and without the fart noises to distract her Ruby was keenly aware of the hot breath trickling across her skin.
The Arc's lips began to linger, savoring the taste of her, and in a startling moment of clarity the girl realized that, technically, the man of her dreams was kissing her neck.
Ruby's face flowed as red as a tomato as her heart threatened to burst out of her ribs.
"Jaune?" She asked shyly, excitement and uncertainty bleeding through in equal measure.
Her best friend pulled away from her with a soft pop, with a dark hunger in his eyes as they drifted towards her lips. Her chest rose and fell enticingly as her breath grew shallow and ragged.
She had never seen him like this before - it almost looked like he was in a trance, and she felt herself falling under right with him. For a split second, Ruby thought he was going to kiss her - reallykiss her.
Then he blinked and the moment was gone.
In a violent movement he pulled away from her, settling on the other end of the couch.
"I win," he said unconvincingly.
The two teens looked anywhere but at each other - Ruby was too embarrassed to make eye contact, while Jaune was too close to losing himself completely.
After an awkward pause, Ruby leaned over to pick up the remote and start the movie, unknowingly giving Jaune an eyeful of her pert ass.
Jaune's fingers dig into the sofa as he used every fiber of his willpower to stop himself from grabbing her and ripping her floral pajama pants right off.
'Look at that!' Shadow said furiously. 'It's perfect!'
'It's Ruby,' he thought firmly. He had held out this long - he was notgoing to fuck this up.
Jaune's eyes darted to the run time as Ruby settled in on the opposite end of the couch.
'87 minutes.' He thought desperately. 'Hold it together for 87 more minutes - thenget laid.'
The opening scene was shocking enough to distract them but neither Jaune nor Ruby were able to pay much attention to it.
They each had scooted as far away from one another as possible, Ruby blushing like mad, mind racing.
'It was just a little bit of innocent fooling around' she thought. And maybe it was.
But neither of them would everforget how his lips felt on her skin.
The distance between them could only last so long - each of the teens inched closer without even thinking about it. As the titular Flesh Tearer disemboweled his first victim they met in the center of the couch.
Ruby let out a faint gasp as a strong arm wrapped its way around her waist, squeezing her reassuringly.
Silver eyes darted upwards, seeing her friend stonefaced at the screen. The scene was pretty intense, but he wasn't scared.
He was worried about her.
In another state of mind, Ruby might have been irritated that he didn't think she could handle a few loose intestines, but the flutter in her chest was more than enough to convince her to overlook it.
It felt good being in Jaune's arms.
The girl tried to pay attention to what was happening in front of her, but the boy by her side and the butterflies in her stomach were far more captivating. The thrill of terror that had always kept her on the edge of her seat when watching her favorite films was gone now.
How couldn't it be? Some idiot cultists with a face mask and a carving knife were nothing compared to Jaune - he could beat them up with one arm tied behind his back.
Ruby's mind began to drift as she leaned into his firm chest, senses overwhelmed by his feel, and his scent. She felt Jaune's grip on her tighten protectively as a particularly gruesome scene played out before her, and it sent a thrill down her spine.
As the movie went on, she grew more and more comfortable, and more and more bored by the flashing lights on the tv. It all felt so distant, so trivial, so fake.
Her best friend was with her, and so long as he was nothing on earth could touch her. Nothing but him.
'Thanks a lot, Jaune' she thought wryly, as she snuggled into him with a happy coo. 'You've ruined monster movies for me.'
Cuddling, on the other hand?
That, she could get used to.
With the most comfortable pillow in the world, it was all too easy to fall asleep, even to the sound the of bloodcurdling screams.
Jaune shook her gently as he noticed her drifting off.
"Rubes?" He whispered.
"Wha-?" Ruby murmured, fighting back a yawn.
Jaune chuckled warmly as she wiped a faint trickle of drool from her mouth.
"Some movie, huh?" He joked.
Ruby huffed tiredly. "…Your fault…" she whispered, half conscious. "Too… comfy…"
Jaune gently ruffled her hair.
Ruby sighed happily as she closed her eyes and made her way back to his chest.
"…I had fun today," she said softly. "With you."
Jaune put a hand over hers and squeezed lightly.
"Me too,"
"Always wanna do this," Ruby mumbled, as sleep began to claim her, "Always… wanna be with…"
Her breathing slowed as her head went slack.
Jaune let her settle in until she was fast asleep.
Then, with a subtle shift, he hooked one arm under her knees and another under around her back before slowly lifting her up.
Summer watched on helplessly from the other room as Jaune raised her daughter up in a bridal carry before brining her to bed.
She followed with the silent step of a practiced spy, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop him. At best she could avoid losing control and letting herself get dragged in too.
She had given the two some space, bracing herself for the moment of impact. She was unable to hear all their faint whispers, but she had watched the pair drawn together like magnets, uncontrollably, inevitably, and now all she could do was watch them take the final step.
She stopped at the threshold outside Ruby's room as Jaune laid his prize down on her bed.
He set her down with all the care he could manage before tucking her in. Then he rose to leave.
Ruby let out a faint whine at the loss of his touch, weakly grasping his shirt.
"Don't… go…" she said drowsily, tossing around in her sleep.
Jaune stood still for a long moment. Then he leaned down and pressed a featherlight kiss on her forehead.
Ruby smiled as her grip slacked and Jaune gently unhooked her fingers, looking at her like she had hung the moon for him. His face bore an expression of such pure and overwhelming affection that calling it anything other than love would've been insulting.
"Boop." He breathed.
He marveled at the faint glow of Ruby's skin in the moonlight - she was so fucking pretty.
With the last of his self control, he left her there, smilingly contentedly as she drifted off into dreamland. As he turned he saw her mother at the door.
"Oh, Miss Rose…" he said awkwardly, realizing his private thoughts weren't so private anymore. " I was just…"
He stopped short as he saw her trembling smile and the tears pooling in her eyes.
"Jaune," she whispered. " Thank you."
Then she darted into her bedroom and locked the door behind her before she did something they would all regret.
Amber closed her textbook with a yawn and leaned back into her sofa with a languid stretch.
It had been a slow day, but she figured she'd earned it after spending the morning getting fucked out of her mind by her stud of a lover and nearly losing her job in the process.
She smiled, shaking her head. "The kid's a maniac ." She said to herself. It was bad enough he was fucking his MILF when she walked in, but he had to keep at it with both of them after Qrow had barged in again?
Then again, she had been the one who was so set on stopping that curvaceous older woman from showing her up, and she was the one who forgot to lock the door.
' Guess I'm crazy too.'
Jaune wasn't boyfriend material by any means — she was just sex to him. But he got away with it because he was by far the greatest fuck of her life. He had to be to fuck both of his lovers nonstop, for hours, until they were quivering messes with cumsoaked cunts.
Amber still felt warm as she felt the traces of the Arc's seed sloshing around inside her - a helpful reminder to go take care of that problem before it caught up with her. She walked into the bathroom, still limping slightly from the ruthless pounding her lower body had taken earlier, and opened her medicine cabinet.
She picked up her birth control case - helpfully labeled with a compartment for each day in her cycle. She wouldn't want to miss one, not with the heavy loads that were being pumped into her on an almost daily basis.
There were only a few left, which meant she was in the clear. But she'd better pick up the new batch in a few days-
-the compartment was empty.
Amber's fingers fumbled over the counter - maybe it had slipped out somehow. But it was nowhere to be found. In a panic, she popped open the compartment for the next day.
And the next day.
And the next day.
And the next day.
That was how Crystal found her 10 minutes later, staring at her case with dumb shock.
"Shit…" Crystal murmured, causing her roommate to whip around frantically.
"What the fuck happened to my birth control!?"
Crystal McCloud was shorter and pudgier than her roommate, with frizzy red hair and a face caked with a little too much makeup. Amber was usually happy to have her around - she wasn't gross and usually paid her rent on time. Besides, it was always fun being the prettiest girl in the group. But, whatever her virtues, the guilty look on her face had moved her right to the top of Amber's shit list.
Crystal at least had the good sense to look embarrassed, although she felt a dark thrill of pleasure seeing her perfect roommate off balance.
"Oh, well, I kinda… fooled around a little this month, so I borrowed a couple pills." She said.
Amber looked at her incredulously, mouthing the words in disbelief.
"B-borrowed?" She forced out.
"At first it was only one — Tim promised he'd start pulling out!" Crystal whined. "I figured I would buy some replacements and slip them in before you ever even noticed."
Amber did her best to take deep, calming breaths. "Did you take them from the end of the sequence?" She asked.
Crystal shook her head. "Why would I?" She asked. "The last ones are placebos right? Just something to take around your period so you don't lose the habit - I took the live ones and moved the rest forward so you wouldn't notice-"
"-You WHAT?!"
"- I needed them, okay!" She shot back angrily. "It's not like you've been getting any action lately-"
Amber grabbed her by her top and jerked her forward, ripping the strap in the process. "For your information, I've been getting creampied every other day for weeks ."
Crystal's eyes bugged out of her head "But… but - I… you… y-you didn't tell me!"
"Of course I didn't!" Amber yelled, "Because you're a gossipy bitch and I wanted to keep it a secret!" The dark haired girl looked like she was about to hit her but let her go at the last second, leaving Crystal to fall on her ass as her roommate paced madly in front of the mirror.
"Oh fuck, oh shit, oh-"
It was after midnight - the pharmacy wouldn't open until morning. Even then, a morning after pill wouldn't do her much good after Jaune's extremely potent cum had been given 5 days to swim around in her womb unprotected.
"How many pills did you take?" Amber asked quietly.
Crystal tilted her head in confusion. "Five."
"All at once?"
Crystal shook her head. "No." She muttered, blushing. "…five different times."
Amber snickered down at her roommate, putting the pieces together to realize how fucked they both were
Crystal looked up defensively. "It's not like you're any better - I bet Tim is waaaaay better looking than your mystery boy-"
Amber started laughing uncontrollably.
Crystal looked at her roommate, who was laughing so hard she was crying, with a growing sense of dread.
"…Amber?" She asked uneasily.
Amber wiped at her eyes, fighting back errant giggles. "The pill isn't the same as a morning after pill, you idiot."
Crystal's own heart rate started to pick up.
"But, it's - it's the same chemical, right?"
"-Not at the same dose." Amber said, with another broken giggle. "A daily pill doesn't hit all at once."
"But… but I thought…"
"You stupid slut, you just got us both pregnant."
Amber tried to feel bad for the girl, she really did. But it was too ludicrous to believe. Seeing Crystal slowly start to panic as she whipped out her phone to try and find somewhere, anywhere, that might still be open was so pointless it was comical.
They'd both had sperm sitting inside them far too long for any pill to make a difference.
The loss of control had terrified Amber at first, but given another moment to think, she began to relax. And as Crystal worked herself into a frenzy, she walked back into her room and settled into bed.
Either she was going to get pregnant or she wasn't - no use worrying about it now.
'…Besides,' she thought, drifting off into sleep 'having Jaune's baby wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, would it?'
"- And remember Jack, if anyone asks, I was never here."
With that, the thug slammed the door behind him and went on his way.
Jack rolled his eyes as soon as the bastard had left his office.
'Maybe, if you didn't want people to notice, you shouldn't have walked through the front door in a blood red fucking suit.'
Couldn't expect subtly from a member of the Murder Corps.
Jack Eton was a two bit hood and he knew it. He paid his dues, kept his head down, and the big boys were usually happy to take their cut and let him operate in their territories unmolested. But, every once in a while, one of them needed a job done.
If anyone asked what he did for a living, Jack would obliquely reply that he specialized in acquisitions . Dust, guns, drugs, whores, whatever the underground wanted that the authorities didn't want them to have. The jobs he organized weren't as glamorous as the escapades of Roman Torchwick – that showboating jackass – but they didn't need to be. Good thieves didn't make the papers.
He wasn't the man you went to for murder.
Not for moral reasons – he had busted a few heads when he was an ignorant young thug just starting to make his way in the world – but for practical ones. The cops might be willing to overlook a few drug pushers or jewelry heists, especially if they had bigger fish to fry, but even the crooked cops would be hard pressed to ignore a dead body.
When it was necessary for one of the big gangs to carry out a hit, they usually took care of it themselves. Without leaving enough proof for the cops, they wanted the rest of the underground to know they had done it.
And if a corpse wasn't hot enough, the target they gave him was from the nice part of town. A civilian .
They hadn't ordered the hit yet, they were just asking him to set it up for hoped to God that the Murder Corp would live up to their reputation and pull the trigger themselves, but he doubted it. They wouldn't have gotten him involved if they were going to do that, and they made it clear that the Big Boss wanted an outsider to handle the stakeout.
No one said no to the Big Boss.
He'd worry about the logistics of planning a perfect murder later. If he took the fall for this one, he would never see the outside of a cell again, and if he squealed for a plea deal the syndicate would gut him like a fish. For now he just had to gather intel, and hope he could cash his check and keep his organs on the inside.
He mulled over his options carefully. He wasn't going to do the stake out himself – he had people to manage, other jobs to run, but he couldn't hand this off to just anyone, either. He tried to find and hold onto talented people, who were painfully rare in this line of work, and he'd need one of his best for this.
Berty might have the brains for it… but the man wasn't exactly subtle . And subtly was the key – someone with the patience to stalk their prey for weeks without making a move, the charm to pry information without giving any in return, someone who could move through the ritzy parts of town without sticking out like a sore thumb.
'It'll have to be Esclados then,' he thought, paging her over.
She arrived 2 hours later, waltzing into his office like she owned the place.
Carmine Esclados was an exotic beauty with the face of an angel, the body of a goddess, and the heart of a desert jackal.
Long, auburn hair flowed down past her ass and swayed with every step of her long, smooth legs, framing a heart-shaped face with full, flush lips and bright gold eyes. Her clothes were chic yet minimal, baring her toned, slender midriff while flaunting an athletic hourglass figure that made men stare wherever she went. Her low cut top offered a generous view of her cleavage, while her red daisy dukes drew the eye to her shapely rear. A Vacuan tribal tattoo hugged the curve of her hip and her upper right thigh, the only mark on her flawless tan skin.
She was a vain woman, but she wasn't stupid - far from it. Her looks lulled her victims into a false sense of security – getting their guard down before slipping in the knife.
Unlike the rest of his goons, Carmine had had a bright future once. She had risen from a poor foreign family to the top of her class at Atlas Academy, and she had been given a prestigious post at Atlesian High Command.
Only… that hadn't been enough for her. Weapons shipments and supply depots under her watch always seemed to go missing, while millions of lien were wired into untraceable bank accounts. Dust, guns, schematics, access to classified information, anything the black market wanted was available from 2nd Lieutenant Esclados… for the right price.
Eventually her superiors caught on, and Carmine had been court-martialed on dozens of charges. But she'd hidden her tracks too well. No one could prove anything, and after she had been 'exonerated' in front of a military tribunal they had offered her an 'administrative discharge' with all honors and even a pension, just to get rid of her.
Of course, not too long after that, the Civil War started, and those pension payments had dried up fast. But Carmine had gotten the better end of the deal – most of the men on that tribunal were dead, and Carmine had fled the country for greener pastures before what was left of High Command could think of dragging her back in for questioning.
Jack asked her once, if she knew who she was passing secrets to. Were they the same people who killed Ironwood? Did she have a hand in that?
"Who knows?" Carmine said, with an amused smile. "Who cares?"
That was what made Carmine dangerous. She wasn't a Red - she couldn't care less about the people of Mantle or the excesses of Atlas.
She wasn't in it for the money either – she liked nice things, but if she just wanted that she could've worked as a model, or seduced some shithead millionaire and milked him dry for the rest of her life. That wasn't Carmine's style. She didn't want comfort - she wanted to be right in the thick of things.
She liked the power of pulling the wool over innocent people's eyes – the rush of luring hardened killers into well laid traps, the tears of unsuspecting girls who realized she wasn't there to help them but to hand them over to their new owners. She trafficked people because it was fun. She toyed with the hearts of hardened killers because it was fun. She'd betrayed her country because it was fun.
She was a criminal who lied, stole, and cheated for the thrill of it.
And – God help him – she was the only person he could trust to do this job.
She stared at his poker face with a wicked grin, shaking her head as the seconds tick by.
"Why don't we just skip to the fun part?" She asked. "This is about the Branwen stooge who walked in here."
Jack leaned back in his chair, mouth pursed. "You know about that?"
Carmine chuckled. "Half the town knows about it – they do know how to make an entrance." She leaned in curiously. "Is it a murder, then?"
Jack sighed. "You could at least try not to sound excited."
Carmine's grin widened – her smile was all teeth. "Come on, Jack." She teased. "Where's your sense of adventure?"
"Must have lost it during my last six-to-ten."
Carmine took her seat across from him. "So, who's the mark?"
Jack took a photo out of his pocket, and ran his hands over its glossy surface.
"He's not a hit, yet, and you're not killing him."
Carmine shrugged. "Figured as much. It's not like the Murder Corps to outsource that kind of work. We're just lining him up for them, right?"
Jack nodded. "I need you to tail him for a few weeks. Find out everything you can: the places he goes, the people he spends time with, who he loves, who he hates, who he's fucking. I don't want him taking a shit without you knowing about it."
Carmine laughed. "Sounds like a lot of busywork to me. And it won't come cheap."
Jack sighed. "Ⱡ50 million, half upfront, half when the job is done." He was keeping the rest as a finder's fee. "But if you fuck it up, it's gonna be your ass."
He meant that literally. Jack had never asked too many questions, but he had some inkling of the rape dens the world's worst gangs were running behind the scenes, those blackholes where vulnerable, fertile girls were dragged in, never to be seen again. It would serve her right, in a way. Carmine had lured a few suckers in herself; she didn't have too many people who would miss her if she was gone and her body was to die for. But she was too useful and too dangerous for him to give away – if he tried to pawn her off and failed she would cut his balls off and feed them to him.
But her pussy was fine collateral if the deal went south – maybe the only thing he could offer that would keep his head off a pike. And he had no doubt the Branwens would have no trouble if they came to collect.
If she knew what he meant, she didn't show it, and he didn't feel the need to elaborate – colleagues or not, she was asking to be paid for murder. He had too many sins on his conscience to worry about her.
He passed her the photo, and was surprised to see the faintest hint of a blush as she looked it over.
"Is there a problem?" He asked dryly.
Carmine shook her head. "Not at all… I just wasn't expecting the guy to be a looker ."
Jack rolled his eyes.
"Hey, you're not the one who has to stare at him for the rest of the month." Carmine said. "All I'm saying is it makes the job more bearable."
"Well, I'm glad you'll enjoy getting acquainted." He said. "His name's Jaune Arc."
"Bluuuuuueeeggghhh!"
Willow retched into the toilet as another burst of vomit sloshed over the fine porcelain bowl. Between breaths she did her best to angle her head so that none of it got on her dress - a silvery silk garment that glimmered like falling snow as she moved. It was a relic of happier times, and it was miraculous that she still had the figure to wear it, but she only brought it out for special occasions.
She had purchased it for her honeymoon.
Klein knelt faithfully by her side, holding her hair away from the water as she heaved and convulsed.
Jacques leaned impatiently against the doorway, impeccably dressed and with an expression of pure disgust.
"...What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked.
Willow glared at him, unusually defiant, while Klein focused on his duty and repressed the surge of indignant anger that flickered under the surface.
"Not… now… Jacques," Willow spat, skin pale, before another bout of nausea overtook her.
Her husband rolled his eyes. "Well, why not now? You're the one who decided to get stupid drunk now , and to make a complete embarrassment out of yourself the one night I actually need you."
Willow shrank under his glare.
They were having a private banquet tonight with Mr. and Mrs. Heinrich Kohle, of the Kohle Power Company.
Heinrich had been a friend of her father's and got his start as one of his employees during the SDC's golden days. He'd relocated to Vale decades before the war and helped modernize the Valean power grid with the newest Atlesian advances . He was a giant in his own right, now.
The SDC had created a model for a new generator that was more powerful, and expensive, than any model they had ever produced - they'd sunk billions of lien into development. It was the best product on the market, but it was so costly to make that almost no one was interested in buying it at a price Jacques was willing to sell.
Kohle controlled more than a quarter of the Valean market, and he had pockets deep enough that he might be able to afford it. Jacques had insisted that he'd make back his investment in 5 years or less - after all, once it got going the new model would be cheaper to run, especially with the discount he'd be getting on SDC dust.
Once Kohle gave in, the rest of the sector would scramble to copy him - a little kickback was pennies compared to that. It had the potential to be the most lucrative deal Jacques had made since he'd fled to Vale, and he needed the money: paying off new politicians and buying the loyalty of the Blues hadn't been cheap.
He was happy to wine and dine Kohle to close it, but the older man had to throw him a curveball.
He'd wanted to see Nick and Jessica's daughter.
Apparently he'd known Willow since she was a little girl and had fallen out of touch with the family - he'd been fond of her and wanted to catch up.
There had been nothing untoward about his request, but Jacques had cringed inside as soon as he heard it.
"They're waiting for royalty down there," he said coldly. "Nick Schnee's little princess, the most regal woman in all Atlas. Not a drunken slob."
He had done his best to keep his wife out of the spotlight as she spiraled into a constant stupor. He asked her to make herself presentable for one night, and she couldn't even do that.
"I'll be down in a minute." She whispered, shakily pushing herself up.
Jacques scowled, watching as she shrank under his stare.
"No," he ordered. "You won't. You're going to stay up here, out of my sight, for the rest of the night, while I go down there and run damage control." He'd say she'd come down with something and was resting in bed - it was better than the truth, at least.
Willow winced as he slammed the door behind him, but she didn't dare to challenge him. Her hands trembled on the cold tile floor as the sharp steps of her husband's gait grew more and more distant.
But while Jacques couldn't care less about his wife's drunken antics, Klein was very concerned.
Because he knew Willow wasn't drunk.
He'd spent most of the day helping her get ready for the party. She'd been out this morning, and returned with a limp and a smile. But there hadn't been any liquor on her breath and he knew she hadn't touched a drop since.
He put a hand on her forehead - her skin was a little clammy but her temperature was normal.
Willow looked up at him curiously.
"Did you have anything to eat while you were out?" He asked calmly. "Anything that might have made you sick?"
Willow shook her head. "Not a bite."
It was possible something at the manor could've made her ill… highly unlikely, but possible. But she had been served the same food as the rest of the family and no one else was showing symptoms.
But if it wasn't food poisoning, and she wasn't running a temperature, then…
…There was one other obvious reason why a woman of childbearing age might suddenly feel sick to her stomach.
'No,' he thought. 'It can't be.'
Yet as the seconds ticked by it became more and more obvious that it was .
Willow's eyes widened as she came to the same conclusion and confirmed his worst fears. Any sign of pain or discomfort vanished in an instant, replaced with growing awe as she reverently placed a hand over her belly.
Klein swallowed hard as a pit of dread formed in his gut. She and Jacques hadn't even slept in the same wing of the mansion for months . In the last few weeks she'd been spending more and more time away from the family, uncounted hours she could have spent with a chosen paramour with the rest of the household none the wiser.
"Oh no," he moaned in despair. "Willow, you didn't ."
There would be hell to pay for this.
Yet, somehow, Willow seemed completely oblivious to it. She knelt down on the bathroom floor with a disbelieving smile that slowly grew into an expression of pure, miraculous joy, and her butler knew he was witnessing one of the happiest moments of her life.
She looked up at him, eager to share it with someone, anyone , and with one look into her eyes Klein didn't have it in him to be angry with her anymore.
"Klein," she whispered gleefully, blinking back tears. "Something wonderful has happened."