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He knew his lie wouldn’t last long, but it had honestly lasted longer than he thought it would.
Six months. It had been six months since the Beacon academic year started, since he’d partnered up with Pyrrha. She had been a Gods sent, saving him from becoming a red smear on the forest floor and unlocking his Aura afterwards. He literally wouldn’t have been alive without her.
But then he unlocked his Semblance.
The whole debacle with Cardin had been humiliating, a series of mistakes and stupidity that he couldn’t justify. Nothing more than playground bullying, it had felt like he was in elementary school again, being made fun of for not training despite being the son of a Hunter. He had always wanted to be like his forefathers, knights, warriors, kings and leaders, yet his father shut down his dreams at every turn.
But he had never given up. He never would.
Despite the bullying, the humiliation, the problems he had faced with his partner, despite getting beaten up by Cardin at the end, he had turned everything around. Unlocked his Semblance, saved Cardin’s life and bought eternal silence for his secret.
Or so he thought for months, until one day he topped the combat class chart, and had to face a very angry Vice Headmistress.
Glynda Goodwitch stood in front of him with an impressive scowl on her face, her riding crop hitting her palm as she tried to formulate words through her anger. Jaune rolled his shoulders as she failed, her brows furrowing further.
“Yeah.” He admitted, “I forged my scripts. What else could I do? My father didn’t train me, and he made sure I wouldn’t be able to receive any training from anyone else. He’s literally the Lord Commander of our city and Master Hunter of the region, every single Hunter bound to our home is under his command. They couldn’t go against his orders.”
No matter how much Jaune wished they had.
“Not even visiting Hunters? You could’ve begged them.” She finally said, “I’m sure one of the major cities of Vale has several A rankers at all times.”
“Most of them are family or family friends, they knew my father and his wishes.” Most Hunters stuck close to their home, and B rankers were even sent to post watchhouses around their homes or join the retinues of their settlements. Most people became Hunters because they felt a duty to protect their home and kin, not out of some wanderlust and thrillseeking like Yang. Even A rankers, despite moving around so much, didn’t abandon their homes for long periods of time.
“What’s the problem anyway? My grades are all passing, I’m literally at the top of the combat class chart as of last week. What if I got in illegally? I’m sure we have more pressing matters in our hands like White Fang.”
“I know.” She admitted, yet there was heat to her words, “I’m proud of how much you’ve grown, but I cannot let you be. You will be sent on missions with your teammates and comrades, who trained from childhood to get where they are now. It’s not just about muscles or knowledge, Mister Arc, it’s also about repetition and muscle memory. They’ve trained for tens of thousands of hours more than you did!”
Jaune winced at her words, she wasn’t wrong, “And? I’ve proved stronger.”
Her eyes narrowed, “You have exceptional strength, durability, and stamina thanks to your Aura and Semblance, but little else. Don’t think I didn’t watch you train in the gym and how much you’ve worked yourself to the bone. Without your Semblance, you would’ve crashed and burned a long time ago.”
There were many theories as to why a person’s Semblance manifested as it did. Some talked about personality, others whatever was needed at the time of its discovery. Jaune didn’t really know, but his Semblance was the perfect tool for catching up to his friends, and even surpassing them. His daily training was six times what theirs were, only possible thanks to boosting himself with Aura Amp to recover his body in mere seconds. It wasn’t just physical recovery, however, it also amplified his strength, stamina, speed, and senses.
And it showed as well. His immense training had triggered a growth spurt, and he towered over the woman, having grown to six-point-five feet. She had been his height before while wearing her heels, though she had always been shorter than him without them. His frame was wider, matching Cardin, and his muscles bulging. He looked like he had been training since childhood, even if his actual skill level was lower than it should be. He compensated by relying on grappling and weight, and it wasn’t often that others managed to eke out a win by staying far away, not when his Semblance boosted his strength and speed even further.
“So then,” He opened his arms wide, his armour clinking with the movement. “What did you call me here for?” His entire outfit was gone, replaced to keep up with his growth. He wore a thick, armoured long sleeved turtleneck, sat under a full cuirass that came down to his groin with faulds, a pair of tassets hanging from them. A gorget sat upon the cuirass around his turtleneck. Spaulders sat on top of his shoulders, connected to the cuirass and coming down to connect to his full arm harnesses. Gone were his jeans, replaced by armoured pants made of an aramid fabric, sporting sewn in cuisses and greaves. He had a barbute with an angular faceplate, currently open to expose his face.
“A test. You will face me, and you will lose. Depending on your performance I will decide what to do with you.”
“I will lose, huh?” He shook his head, “What will you do if I actually do good?”
“I will personally send you to one of the B rank academies.” She didn’t want to crush his dreams, after all, he would make an excellent commander if his Leadership class scores were anything to go by, and his strength was already leagues above professional B rankers. But she couldn’t allow him to be a Beacon graduate, not with fraudulent papers.
“And if I win?”
She was silent for a few seconds, as if not believing his gall. “You’re not going to.”
Jaune looked down at this gauntlet, the interlocking plates flexing as he pretended to inspect his nails, “Chicken.”
Her eye twitched, “That’s very childish, Mister Arc.”
“Chicken.” He emphasised, “A big, beautiful blonde chicken.”
Her growl as music to his ears, “Fine. What do you wish for?”
“I’m going to be a pig for once.” He said with a smirk. After witnessing Weiss brag about wanting an honest, respectable man and falling in love with some womanizing fuck with dyed blue hair, all the while making googly eyes at the cur as he was flirting with other girls in front of her, he was really fucking done with the dating scene. “You. I wish for a night with you.”
It took a few seconds for her to process his request, her skin turning red from her chest up to the roots of her hair. He wasn’t sure if it was anger or embarrassment with the way her hands fidgeted, but she wasn’t pleased regardless. “You are right, you are a pig!” And then she was calm again, smiling sweetly, “But you’re not going to win, so I suppose it doesn’t matter. I accept.”
She pressed a few buttons on her Scroll, the private arena locking down fully. The cameras went dead, deactivated.
She was fully serious about it.
Jaune unsheathed Crocea Mors, the blade gleaming under the harsh lights. It was barely any different than before, save for a new black grip with longer and thinner golden crossguards and a golden scent stopper pommel. It was a wide blade, meant for cutting more than thrusting.
Then the shield came next, the golden Arc family crest proudly displayed upon its black surface. It had changed, now sporting a Dust reservoir on the back. Gravity, Burn, and Air were his favourites, and they were topped up.
She turned her riding crop towards him as he put his visor down, a scowl returning to her beautiful face, her emerald eyes gleaming with righteous fury. She would be terrifying if he didn’t know it wasn’t a match to the death.
His entire dream rested upon this.
He had to do this.
Several Glyphs sprung to life, her royal purple Aura lending them its colour. Jaune felt himself being pulled back towards the arena limits, the Glyphs spinning rapidly as they created a gravity well. She was going for a quick win.
He looked into her eyes, his blues shining with unnatural strength. His Semblance came next, and he moved. Forward.
Her face morphed into naked surprise, and he felt the Glyphs weaken as he activated Gravity Dust to increase his weight. She doubled her efforts, sweat beading on her brow.
He put one foot forward, then the next, then another, each step breaking the arena floor under his immense weight and strength. His entire body shone with his golden Aura, mixed with the blackish purple of the Gravity Dust. “This is not going to be enough.” He ground out.
“So it seems.”
Everything went slack as she stopped her Glyphs, and Jaune barely kept his balance as he was lurched forward with speed. She cartwheeled to the side, the ground that broke under him becoming a flurry of projectiles with her Semblance.
He didn’t feel anything, but he heard them hit his armour like hail. He cracked his neck, “Hmph.”
Several more Glyphs burst to life, fire and ice dancing along them as she held up a grimoire. It was clear it wasn’t a real book, just in the shape of one with black leather back and pages embedded with Dust vials.
His entire world turned into an inferno as he was doused in flames, the heat licking at his Aura as it ticked down. His Aura pool was immense, but even he couldn’t stay inside a fireball for long. He focused on his Semblance instead, and moved.
It took him a single step to cross the distance, Goodwitch floating back with speed as she pelted him in fireballs and icicles, yet they merely exploded against his armour. He slashed and hacked as they came close, breaking them into tiny chunks of Dust.
The ground in front of him froze over in ice, each step cracking the surface. It rose up from the ground along his legs, frost biting at his skin. He grit his teeth, breaking the ice by heaving his legs up as he moved forward.
She growled under her breath, chanting in old Valean as a wall of Earth rose up. Winds buffeted him from the sides as she cast her spells behind it, her Glyphs spinning faster and faster as they increased in intensity. It didn’t faze him.
If nothing else, he had an extreme amount of defence.
He bashed the earthen wall with his shield, the Arc crest shining a blackish purple with the Gravity Dust, and it broke apart instantly as the kinetic force travelled forward. Glynda was pushed back as she let out a yelp of surprise, and Jaune took the opportunity as he shot forward.
She recovered admirably, spinning in the air and letting him see that she had the sense to wear tight shorts underneath her skirt. She fell on all fours like a cat, her butt in the air as she balanced on her heels and hands.
He closed in the distance as she got up, her face twisted with fury. She shot her right hand backwards, Burn and Earth Dusts mixing in the air into flaming darts behind her.
Jaune raised his shield as they were sent his way, his Aura shining even brighter. He activated the Gravity Dust once more, ready for the onslaught.
His sword went through the first dart, and it exploded.
Fire consumed his vision once more, more darts finding purchase on his shield and body. He bolstered his Aura as much as he could, trying to minimize the Aura he needed to spend in order to defend himself. He took one step back, then another as a large one slammed into the centre of mass. More followed, even more blocked by his shield.
His Aura dropped to eighty percent.
His body shone a blackish-purple once more, Gravity Dust activating and dropping down to half in the reservoir. A mighty slash followed, bolstered by his Semblance as a kinetic push was flung towards the blonde woman.
The darts exploded as soon as they came into contact with the dark slash, the entire arena rocking as the ground shook. Dust kicked up and blocked his vision, rubble raining down around them as the ground broke.
His only guidance was her pained grunt.
He sheathed his sword, pressing a button on the grip and letting the shield lock into the crossguards. Two sharp edges sprouted from the sides of the sheath, joining together into a single fine point at the end and creating a large blade. It was heavy, the mechashift insides and extra bulk adding even more weight.
He was upon her the next moment, the woman raising her hands in defence as he punched her stomach with the crossguard. He hit once, twice, but her Aura protected her enough, letting her raise her riding crop to send a kinetic push as his head snapped back.
He growled, his Semblance working to keep him upright as she sent more and more, hitting him on the head, chest, arms, and legs.
He managed to grab her hand, twisting her body until her back was flush with him. He kicked her behind her knee, sending the woman tumbling down but not before she managed to create a large Glyph underneath him.
Inferno consumed him once more, and he howled in pain as flames licked at his Aura, heat surging through his entire body. He was down to fifty percent.
He stepped out, his eyes shining an ethereal blue as his Semblance worked. He felt the pain subside, his muscles aching for release as amplified Aura suffused every pore, his mouth a snarl. It was intoxicating, a power he felt deep within his soul. No wonder every Hunter felt like they were invincible.
But they weren’t. And neither was he.
Goodwitch was sweating, leaning on one leg, her face one of exhaustion. Her Aura was down to twenty five percent, he only needed to shave ten percent off to achieve victory. He smirked, throwing Crocea Mors to the side.
Her eyes followed, confusion marring her face, “Why?” She asked, breathless.
His gauntlets shone a deep blackish purple, the Dust woven strips of cloth that decorated them activating. They were heavy, but he was not hindered thanks to his Semblance. “Easier this way.”
He fell upon her, punching her side as she tried to knock his hand away. The heavier weight of his gauntlets allowed him more momentum, able to break through the guards of unsuspecting opponents in his matches, nullifying their defences. Even Yang had picked up the trick, though she only ever used it when she fully unleashed her Semblance.
But Glynda wasn’t out of tricks. She forced her riding crop into rigidity with her Semblance, and smacked at his head, his face snapping to the side. It felt like being punched by a Beringel, and he growled yet again as pain flared in his neck. He grabbed her hand, pulling her flush with him even as she tried to hook a foot around his leg.
It worked in his favour with his heavier stature, allowing him to take her down along with him and squish her underneath. She struggled as she lay on her front, her arms and legs useless, and he grabbed her throat.
She struggled, real fear in her eyes as she looked into his own, and he raised them both, his legs sitting on top of her calves as her butt rested on his crotch. He didn’t even register, too engrossed in the fight as she struggled. He held her arms with one hand, his strength superior, while the other squeezed her throat.
Her eyes became heavy, her breaths struggling and shallow.
“Come on…” He thought as he watched his teacher slowly stop struggling.
The buzzer sounded.
He immediately let go of her throat, the woman gasping for air. He threw himself back onto his ass, dragging the woman with him as she sat on his lap, her black flush with his chest as she coughed and gulped.
His Semblance worked again, this time bolstering her Aura, “Are you okay?” He asked.
She looked at him, a myriad of complex emotions warring across her face. “Yeah.” She finally said, “I’m alright.”
He released a breath, “Good, that’s good.” He threw his head back as he removed his helmet, letting it tumble to the side, “I won.”
“You won…” Glynda murmured, “I…”
He cradled her close, a hand smoothing the hair that broke loose from her bun during the fight, “It’s fine.”
Her head remained nestled on the crook of his shoulder for a while, neither speaking as they rested from the fight. Her hand came up to his breastplate, “I…” She started, swallowing, “How will we do it?”
He pressed a kiss on her temple, the woman’s eyes going wide. “My family has an apartment here in Vale. We can use that.” While they lived outside of Vale, his father was a successful Huntsman, and liked to visit the city from time to time for some r&r. “Oh and I also need your measurements.”
She stayed like that for a while, then moved her eyes away. “Did you expect this?”
“No. But I did think about what to do if I ever managed to get a girlfriend. I’m just going off of that.”
“Oh.” She turned towards him in his lap, her legs straddling his sides. She held his face, emerald eyes burning with something he wasn’t able to discern.
“Glynda?” He asked, his hands going to her hips to stabilize her.
She held his gaze, “I admire you, you know. Your tenacity and determination has always been your best qualities. When you first came to this school, you could barely hold your sword, but your improvement has been nothing short of admirable. Even before unlocking your Semblance, you held onto my every word and adjusted yourself to become better. Every match, every loss, you were better than before. Slightly, maybe, but better.”
She inspected his body, as if seeing through his armour. “Then I saw you in the gym, spending almost eight hours every single day, abusing your Semblance to try to catch up to your peers.” She roamed her hand over his cuirass, “Your Semblance might’ve taken care of your physical exhaustion. It might have healed your muscles and allowed you to do set after set. But I know for a fact that without your tenacity, your determination, without the fire in your soul, you would’ve never been able to mentally cope with it all.”
Her eyes snapped back up to his, pride and a tinge of something else smoldering in them. “I’m proud of how much you’ve improved, Jaune.”
“I…” He let his arms enclose around her body, drawing her in. His parents had never been supportive of him, they’d never trained or allowed him to be trained to be the one thing he always wanted to be. They’d never even let him hold Crocea Mors before he’d stolen the family heirloom on a whim and ran away. He almost choked with emotion, reigning it all in at the last second as he released a shaky breath. “Thank you.”
Glynda’s smile was radiant as she drew back.
“You know, you don’t have to do it.” He said, her smile morphing into confusion. “I mean sleeping with me. It’s enough for me to just remain at Beacon.”
“What?” She asked, raising an eyebrow, “You want me to go back on my word?”
That was a weird thing to be hung up on, “I mean it was also me who made you give that promise, so it should be fine, right?”
“Idiot.” She mumbled, biting her lip, “No… I made a promise, I will keep it.”
“You realize what that means, right?”
The look in her eyes told him she knew exactly what it meant.
The week passed without any issues.
The classes continued as normal, yet she hadn’t been able to look at Jaune the same ever again. It hadn’t even been the prospect of sex that had her feeling butterflies, but the fact that Jaune had beaten her in a spar.
They’d talked some more within the week, Jaune sending her a message almost immediately. They’d talked about his family situation, past, and she gave him more tips on training, both swordplay and for workout. The usual teacher stuff.
And then there were the pictures.
She didn’t quite remember who asked one first, but she’d received the ubiquitous dick pic after sending him a selfie with her tits bare, taken in a bathroom stall like the naughty schoolgirl she had never been. He’d asked for more photos after that.
And she in return, and she couldn’t refute that he was nothing short of a visual feast.
Just thinking about them made her insides quiver.
Her flat was small and quaint, located on one of the many towers of Beacon academy. Her bedroom held a queen sized bed, a walk in closet, and an en-suite bathroom. Further into the flat, a decently sized living room held the entrance and a small kitchen, enough for two people if she ever had any guests.
While it didn’t lack any amenities, it was still supposed to be a temporary habitat reserved for single faculty members, meant to be used for only a couple of years before they were able to get their own homes elsewhere.
This was Glynda’s fifteenth year in this flat.
The thirty nine year old woman sighed as she inspected herself in the full body mirror, her flawless skin still unblemished by age or wrinkles. Her platinum hair was as healthy as ever, tied into a professional bun that drew attention to her beautiful face, emerald green eyes popping out with the application of darker makeup around her eyes. Her lips were painted a beautiful shade of dark purple, complimenting her outfit.
She adjusted the hem of her dress, a beautiful matte royal purple piece that came down to just below her knees, split on the right side to allow for movement. Her large cleavage showed just enough to be teasing, drawing attention to itself with an intricate gold necklace with an emerald gem set in its centre, but not enough to be distasteful. The back of her dress was open, showing toned back muscles, while her belly was as flat as ever. Her behind was large and firm, and the figure hugging dress complimented it nicely.
A pair of black high heels adorned her feet, and underneath she had black stockings that came up to her midthighs, vanishing into her skirt. Two golden rings adorned her hands, neither on her ring finger, and a golden bracelet with her crest was worn on her right wrist.
She grabbed her purple leather hand purse, her daily necessities inside of it, and slipped into a black overcoat. She was ready.
Turning off the lights, she took one look at her flat, the warm but soulless beige and brown furniture still unchanged since her first days. Her best years had been spent in this place, and while she wasn’t disappointed with where she was in life, she knew that many of her still surviving classmates and peers, her own team, were deep into building their families and homes.
She still felt like she hadn’t progressed since she was twenty-four.
She closed the door and locked her flat, her heels clicking on the floor as she made her way to the elevator. This tower was specifically reserved for the faculty, and student dorms were on the other side of the campus. It would be unlikely that she’d be seen by any students.
It didn’t matter anyhow, as the biting frost of Winter nipped at her face, she saw that a black sedan was parked in front of the tower. The passenger seat window rolled as she walked towards it, the crest of her student on the door leaving no guesses as to who owned the car.
Jaune had a smile on his face as his beautiful cerulean eyes gazed on her, “You look gorgeous, Glynda.”
She felt her face grow hot despite the crisp January air, “Thank you, Jaune, so do you. You look dashing.”
And she wasn’t lying, either. His face had always been handsome, but whereas it had been boyish before, it was now manly, his baby fat lost during his intense training. His hair was slicked back, coming down to his neck, and he was clad in a slightly less formal outfit that showed his developed body. He had a pair of slacks that fit him like a glove, bulging from his muscular legs, while his wide shoulders were complemented by a shirt, a waistcoat drawing attention to his thick arms.
She slid onto the passenger seat, warmth welcoming her like home. She watched as his muscled arms worked, one hand shifting the car into drive while the other turned the wheel. His body was large, not in fat, but in muscle, and she was amazed just how far he’d come.
It was jarring how different he was to the boy that first came to Beacon, not just physically, but also in his manners. He had felt, well, half-baked, as if he needed more time in the oven before he set out to find his way in the world. She now knew that was a problem caused by overprotective parents sheltering him from the world, refusing training and even education in the name of safety. If she wasn’t a teacher, she would’ve shaken her head at the treatment and went on her way.
But she knew better. That was mental child abuse in the twisted facsimile of love, surging from a need to keep their children as children without letting them grow up. It was a sickening, evil act on par with physically restricting animals to keep them close to their adolescent size and looks.
It was no surprise that Jaune wanted nothing to do with his parents. She would’ve done the same.
Abuse was abuse, it didn’t matter if it was done in the name of love instead of hate.
“Is the car yours?” She asked.
He gave her a smile as he turned towards the main road, “Nah, it belongs to my family, my father uses it whenever he’s in the city. Got the keys from my big sister, I doubt he even knows I use it now.”
In another timeline, this could’ve been a routine date with a lover or husband. Maybe Ironwood if she hadn’t chosen Beacon over Atlas, or maybe her partner if he had stayed in Vale instead of moving back home on the frontier.
Her life was filled with what ifs, with lost time that she would never be able to retake. Alone, even if she didn’t regret her position in life a single bit.
She gazed at his handsome face once more as he focused on the road, the way his muscles worked as he drove. He hummed a soft tune in content, bringing a soft smile to her face as well.
He was her student, yet he felt more like a man fully grown. He was strong, stronger than her now, and looked at her like an ardent lover, never once seeing anything other than a beautiful maiden. She reclined back, luxuriating in the soft, leather seat.
She wouldn’t be alone tonight.
Maybe, she wouldn’t be alone ever again.
White lace with gold trim. Those were the colours Jaune had selected for her lingerie, radiant and pure, it was something a bride would wear on the night of her wedding.
If it wasn’t for the actual underwear itself.
A lace shelf cup bra lifted her huge girls up, but offered no coverage, her pink nipples hardening as the air kissed them. Her thighs were already slightly damp, her pussy lips lewdly poking out of the crotchless panties, smooth, small faux emerald gemstones lining a string that went between her lips, tantalizingly rubbing against her clit. The panties were nothing but two strings at the back, gently pressing onto her large buttocks and framing them beautifully. Just walking in them made her wet, but it wasn’t just the beauty of the set that got her attention. She lifted a leg up, toned feminine muscles flexing as she inspected the way white thigh highs framed them beautifully, flowing into a pair of white three inch closed toe pumps. The stockings were held up by a garter with a frilly skirt that framed her hips without covering anything, making her already wide hips seem even wider, while the same gemstones as her panties lined around her waist.
It wasn’t the price that got her attention, but the actual care that went into it. Every part of the lingerie told her that he had carefully selected it, putting thought into each detail, making sure the colours complimented her body and style. It was the kind of thing a husband should’ve bought for his wife, not some one night stand that was supposed to be her punishment. The colouration hammered the point home, white and gold, symbols of purity that were usually reserved for marriage.
But they were also his personal heraldry.
It felt like he was claiming her as his bride.
She pulled her dress over her, a soft moan escaping her throat as the fabric rubbed on her erect nipples. Adjusting the hem of her skirt, she was ready to face him once more.
She stopped at the door, her hands clammy. She gulped.
This was happening.
This was happening.
She was going to get fucked by her student.
But what other options did she have when lonely didn’t even begin to describe her love life? She'd been alone since her Beacon days, since she chose to remain at Beacon instead of exploring her, at the time, budding relationship with Ironwood. They broke up not even five months into their long range arrangement.
Her partner went back to his home, married his neighbour’s daughter and started a settled life as part of the local retinue of Hunters.
Bart was too eccentric, the man married to archaeology and history more than anything else. Port was old enough to be her grandfather.
Jaune was the first candidate in years.
She chewed on her lip, trepidation and lust warred before she made her choice.
She was going to get absolutely pounded by her student.
Her shoulders sagged, releasing a shaky breath. She felt lighter, clearer, and there was no dread left in the pits of her stomach. She knew what she wanted.
And it was Jaune. She wanted to feel the heat of his large, muscular body, squishing her into the mattress as he drove deep into her. Her panties weren’t doing her any favours, rubbing against her lower lips with each movement.
She smiled, when was the last time she had such dirty thoughts?
It was the fragrance of various spices that hit her nostrils first, and then the meat. The kitchen, despite its large size, was situated in the middle of the large living room towards the back, right next to the stairs. The duplex penthouse was designed for ten people, for the entirety of the Arc family to fit comfortably.
But tonight, they were alone.
Large windows offered an intense view of the city, facing the commercial district and its beautiful neon and glass skyline. The entire block was thirty stories tall, situated neatly near the river that separated the Commercial District from the Residential. While tall, it was nowhere near the tallest in the city of Vale, even in its own district.
Twenty million souls called the city home, and despite the gargantuan size of the metropolis, space was still a luxury.
Jaune turned towards her with a smile, not arrogant, but warm with a hint of lust as he roved his eyes over her body, “How is it?”
He’d done away with his waistcoat, wearing his shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing his powerful forearms. They were thick, the bulk he’d put on with his intense training apparent. She put a hand on his left arm, feeling the powerful muscles underneath. “Glynda?”
She placed a peck on his lips, his eyes going wide. “It’s a beautiful set, Jaune.” Her heart fluttered as she placed another kiss. It was chaste, short, but felt hotter than anything she’d done in a long while.
“Wow. Uh…” He turned his attention back to the oventop, beef sizzling in the cast pan, “I know what we’re going to do tonight but, feels a bit surreal, doesn’t it?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I have the most beautiful woman in all of Beacon in my house, kissing me as I cook food for her. Makes me want to throw you onto the bed right now, you know?”
A healthy blush spread across her face. She knew she was beautiful, she saw the looks her male students would throw at her. But she’d never lust after them like she did after the young man in front of her, “I just want you to know that I want this as much as you do.”
He turned to her again, beautiful cerulean eyes casting a complicated gaze. “You do? I mean I guessed you did after you didn’t accept my offer to back out of the promise. But uh…” He turned off the stove, putting the meats on their plates. He’d cooked potatoes as well, rich in spice and sauce as he slid them next to the beef. “I mean that makes me happy. It means I don’t need to second guess myself.”
She let out a yelp as he grabbed her hips, leaning over to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Her eyes closed as she felt his tongue invade her mouth, their saliva mixing as the passionate kiss deepened. His left hand travelled up to her breasts, grabbing one through her dress. “Gods you’re so hot.” He said.
His skin felt like molten steel as she put her hands on his exposed forearms, “After dinner, I promise.”
He smiled.
Her teeth brushed, she inspected her hair as she tucked away the few strands. She had removed her dress, and now her pink nipples kissed the air once more, standing proudly.
She left the en-suite bathroom, her pussy wet, a heat coursing through her core. She felt giddy, her previous inhibitions lowered. Free. Naughty. She felt like a schoolgirl readying to be intimate with her boyfriend.
Her eyes widened.
Jaune had completely stripped, his wide, large muscular body laid out on the bed for her, a buffet of man meat that was more than just his dick. His hard work had paid far more than it should have given the time span, but she knew how much he’d worked for it, pushing the limits of his body and Semblance. His eyes roved over her exposed body, his kissable lips wet as he licked them. One hand was already working his huge cock, and it looked big even at half-mast.
Luckily the sight of her body did the rest, and he got up with a swagger, his erect cock swaying from side to side. His skin was pale, but his thick cock was an angry red, the wide, large tip purple and oozing precum as he approached her. She couldn’t help it, her muscular, plump thighs gnashed as she watched his beautiful cock approach her.
It took everything to not get on her knees and worship it then and there.
His hand found her breast once more, cupping the exposed flesh as he sucked on her neck. A groan escaped her lips, her hand working the hot, heavy protrusion. She trailed her fingers on its underside, and then held the wide shaft with both hands. She marvelled at how despite being a tall woman, her hands still looked small around it. This was it, she was touching her student’s cock.
“You’re even more gorgeous than I thought you would be.” He twisted her nipple gently, pain lacing with pleasure. He growled, “Fuck.” His other hand smacked her large, bare ass, a stinging pain that had her bite her lip. “Gods. Your tits, your ass, so large and so beautiful.”
He cupped her ass cheeks with both hands, lifting her up like she weighed nothing. She knew she wasn’t the lightest woman, despite being toned and lithe, she was tall, and her womanly proportions required a certain amount of healthy fat to retain, her muscles even heavier.
But Jaune was a man, his shoulders and chest broad, his arms thick.
And this man was going to split her cunt in two with his huge cock.
He threw her onto the bed, her legs over his shoulders as he kissed them through her stockings. His kisses travelled upward from her calves, trailing the underside of her leg as he reached her thighs. His nose hit her lower lips, drawing a moan from her and a chuckle from him. “You’re so beautiful, Glynda. So beautiful. And your pussy is just as beautiful.”
She knew she was tight despite her age. It had been many years since she had any action, and the most she did was use her fingers to get herself off when the need arose. She didn’t use any toys.
It was to the benefit of both of them.
He drew the string that went between her lips back with a glint in his eyes, and released it. The smooth emerald stones hit her cunt with force, pain and pleasure ruling as a gasp was forced out of her throat. “You’re so wet.” His touch was molten as he grabbed her panties, removing them.
Her face was as red as it could be as he went back, his face close to her cunt as he split her lips wide with his fingers. She knew he could see into her, watching her pink core shudder and pulse while his hot breath ghosted over her clit. Satisfied, he put his entire mouth over her pussy, sucking with force as his tongue lapped at the insides of her lips. She moaned, holding his blond hair as pleasure wracked across her body. Her clit was hard and pebbled like her nipples, enjoying the administration of his tongue. He drank of her wetness, his chin a mess as he ate her out like he was the hungriest man alive.
She felt her thighs squish his head as her moans rose, her hips and back arching as he continued to eat her out.
Her heels crossed between his shoulder blades, drawing his face further into her core as he squished her wet, drooling cunt against his mouth. She had never felt anything like it before, never in her life had a man eaten her out, showed her pleasure far beyond what she got with her fingers.
“Yes, Jaune, baby. Oooh…” She mewled, “I’m close, I’m so close!”
She saw stars as he doubled his efforts, parting her inner lips aside with his tongue as it entered her pussy, fucking her cunt with his tongue.
Her entire body shook as her mind went black, her legs ramrod straight over his shoulders as her hands squished his face against her core with all their might. She didn’t know where she was, or who she was.
All she knew was her convulsing cunt.
His chuckle brought her back to the land of the living, his beautiful blue eyes looking at her with warmth and lust. “Did you enjoy it?” He asked with a smirk.
Her eyes narrowed, her chest heaving up and down as she took gulps of air. “Y-yes.” She managed to get out.
“Good, because it’s your turn.”
He rose up, drying his drenched face with a towel nearby.
She blushed, was that her doing?
His gorgeous cock bounced up with excitement, and all her fire came back with force. “Mmm…” She moaned, “Bring that over here, big boy.”
His smirk widened, “Pretty big am I?” He said, consciously swaying his cock as he neared the bed.
She felt captivated by the sight, her emerald eyes following the beautiful manmeat like a Huntress following her prey. She finally felt the strength to move, crouching down next to the bed, her knees spread apart to show her cunt to the man who was just eating it so skillfully.
“Fuck, Glynda.” He said, palming his cock, “Your pussy looks so good like that, wet and red and lips all puffed up.”
She barely heard him as he rested his cock on her head, the searing heat spreading over her face as she nuzzled his crotch, trailing kisses all over his abs and obliques before she shifted her attention below. It was huge, longer than her face and wide. Her lips found his balls, licking the sack, kissing the balls within with reverence. She brought one of them into her mouth and suckled as the sweat and musk of his crotch put her in a haze, primal urges surfacing. She wanted to be chained to his cock, to take in his musk every single day and worship his balls every second of her life. She pushed her face further in, smearing the precum leaking from his tip all over her face, her eyes seeing nothing but his huge, fat cock.
“Damn, Glynda.” He moaned above her, his hips lightly working to rub his thick shaft over her face.
She couldn’t help it, she loved him, loved his cock. Letting go of the testicle between her lips, she held his ballsack, gently toying with it as she pushed her face into its skin.
His moans were music to her ears, “Ah… Glynda, that’s it.”
She withdrew back with a chuckle, “Mmm…” She pressed wet, deep kisses on his ballsack, leaving behind dark purple lipstick, “I love your cock, baby.” She trailed more kisses up his shaft, her lips finally resting around his crown.
“Wait.” He said, undoing her bun and letting her hair flow freely. Her blonde ringlets fell around her face, and he sucked in a breath, his eyes following the blonde tresses. “You look so beautiful with your hair down.”
She didn’t say anything, still suckling on the tip of his cock like her life depended on it. She moaned as she let the huge cock enter her mouth, Jaune grabbing a bunch of her hair in one hand. Firm, but not painful, “That’s it.” He groaned.
She gagged and choked as her lips found the base, inhaling his musk when her nose caressed a short patch of soft blond pubes. His cock rested in her throat, deep down where she could feel it enter her esophagus.
The world started going dark, but she didn’t care. All she felt was the cock that bulged her neck lewdly, the heavy balls that rested against her chin. He pulled her head back as her head felt light, her eyes closed while her body tried to breathe. “Glynda.” There was some concern in his voice, but she barely heard it.
His cock left her mouth with a pop, and she whined, “Jaune…” She slurred, delirious and cock drunk, “Fuck my face.”
“You sure?” He asked, “I’ll take it out if you start blacking out again.”
Had she? She was so deep into worshipping his cock that she hadn’t realized, “Fuck my throat.” She repeated, looking straight into his warm eyes as she trained to convey the impossible lust she felt.
He grabbed her again, raising her up and throwing her onto the bed on her back. His eyes trailed over her body, drinking in the sight of her bare flesh, her erect nipples and clit, her gorged pussy lips. His attention was on her legs the most, “You look so sexy in those heels, Glynda.”
With her head towards him, he was able to rest his balls on her face, and Glynda drunkenly giggled as she felt the sack grind against her nose, the musk and sweat addling her brain. She licked and suckled on the offerings, worshipping it with gusto.
He drew his hips back, the entire length of his cock rubbing against her face as he did so. She loved the feeling of his hot flesh resting on her face, she wanted more of it. “Mmm…” He lined his cock with her mouth, the tip resting on her lips, and she licked as she parted them, letting his cock enter.
He didn’t waste any time, hilting himself deep inside her throat in a single thrust. His balls slapped her face, hitting her nose each time he thrusted into her throat. “Glynda, oh…” He moaned as he fucked her face, her entire world becoming nothing more than his cock and balls.
His hands found her tits again, twisting her nipples gently as he bottomed out in her throat again and again. Her wild groan was warbled with the cock in her mouth, her hips jerking as she played with her cunt.
He was only fucking her mouth, and yet she was already nearing another climax.
His thrusts became erratic and forceful, her throat nothing more than another fuckhole for him to use. She couldn’t see anything, her entire vision covered by his large ballsack, but she knew this was where she belonged.
Her eyes closed as his balls rested on them one final time, ropes of thick cum shooting down her esophagus as she tried to swallow with a cough, drinking his baby batter while her nose was buried deep at the base of his manmeat.
Her hips jerked, her cunt quivered once more. Her hands worked overtime just as her throat tried to keep all the spunk to herself as if it was the elixir of life, all the while another orgasm whacked across her body.
He slowly removed his cock from her throat, her tongue licking and lapping at it to collect as much leftover cum as possible. She swirled the pool inside her mouth, its tart, salty taste something she wasn’t ever going to forget.
“Fuck, Glynda…”
She felt giddy as she opened her mouth to show it to him, swirling it inside her mouth before swallowing. “Mmm…” She moaned, “Tasty.”
His hot, heavy lidded eyes gazed into hers as he rested his cock on her face. She wanted to submit to him, feel the weight of his cock as she worshipped it every single day.
He bent down to unclasp her bra, throwing it to the side before he toyed with her large tits. “You like them, don’t you, stud?”
He kneaded them gently, her nipples grinding against the callouses on his palms, proof of his hard work. He slapped one playfully and she grunted with pain. “They’re so big, I love them. I love all of you, Glynda, you’re so hot. So beautiful.”
The mattress sagged under his weight, his wide, muscular body towering over hers. She felt his warm hands sneak under her body as he picked her up in a bridal carry, his callouses rubbing on her back. She marvelled at his muscles, one of her breasts resting against his pecs, and the hardness she felt under her hand as she held onto him. He kissed her temple, “Now comes the main course.”
“Are you going to fuck me, Jaune?” She moaned near his ear hotly, “Are you going to take that thick bitchbreaker and split my cunt in two?”
His eyes widened, “Gods, what’s gotten into you?”
She giggled deliriously, snuggling into the crook of his neck, “Your cock.”
He gently lay her down on the mattress, adjusting the pillow behind her head. She roamed her hands over his body, marvelling at the strong, ironlike muscles, her fingers trailing every crook of his powerful arms. His cerulean blue eyes bore into her her own, heavy lidded and smoldering. She opened her legs wide, her heels digging into the sides of his hips as his eyes cast down to look at her pussy. She moaned, she wanted him to see into her depths, never remove the sight of her wet, quivering hole out of his vision. “Do you see what you’re doing to me, Jaune? I love feeling your body, baby, I love your warmth.”
“Oh fuck.” He moaned, his cock twitching at the sight. He let the thick rod fall on her lower lips, grinding against her clit, “How do you want it, baby?” He asked.
“Hard and fast, slam your cock as deep as it’ll go!”
His large, thick cock split her pussy apart as he entered, pain and pleasure mixing as her wet cunt accepted each inch greedily, agonisingly. Tears gathered at the edges of her eyes from the pain, “Uhh…”
He stopped moving as he bottomed out, his balls hitting her cheeks. His cock felt like it was rearranging her insides, her walls quivering around the thick intrusion. He grabbed her head, powerful muscles wrapping around as he pulled her face into the crook of his neck, “Oh baby, you’re so tight."
She inhaled his scent, his musk mixed with sweat and the woody, spicy cologne he’d chosen. “You can move now.” She said, pain subsiding slightly.
He placed kisses on her temple, scalp, and finally on her forehead, looking into her eyes with warmth. She cupped his face with her hands, “Fuck me.” She said, closing her eyes as he moved slowly. She felt like a bride consummating with her husband in this position, her womb ready to receive his seed and breed her. Her grunts mixed with his groans as he picked up speed, his hips slamming into hers as they were joined, “Jaune!”
Each thrust felt like a jackhammer, each drawing a moan from her lips. The tip of his cock kissed her cervix, hitting deep as it scraped her insides, the flared crown carving its way through her core. “Just like that, baby. Fuck me.” She locked her legs around him, drawing him into herself with each thrust.
It felt like hot iron inside of her, her swollen pussy lips getting crushed each time his hips slammed forward. She was lost in his essence, his body an unremovable rock over hers, squishing her entire body into the mattress below. She’d never felt more warmth and safety, trying to tuck herself into his body as he fucked her cunt. “Yes baby, yes.”
She wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, his hips slamming into hers as her pussy was split around his cock. She was in heaven, his warm, muscular arms tight around her torso while her huge tits were squished against his pecs. Her hands roamed around his back and his wide shoulders and big muscles, clawing and trying to find purchase to hold. She placed kisses on his shoulder and her head rested against his.
“Ah… Glynda…” His moans were an aphrodisiac, her cunt tightening with each thrust, with each grunt that came out of his lips.
“That’s it baby.” She managed to get out between moans. She was close, so close. “Fuck me, just like that.”
“Ah. Ah…” He buried his head against her neck, kissing and sucking at her tender flesh, “I’m going to cum.” He said between breaths, slamming into her again and again.
His hot release came a couple seconds after, flooding her womb as his cock bottomed out again, his heavy balls resting against her cheeks. He was so, so big inside of her, her cunt spasming around his thickness as if trying to draw it further inside. His cum was hot, and she could feel every spurt as it shot into the walls of her insides. Her orgasm continued through, feeling the heat of his fourth, and then fifth spurt as he rested inside of her.
He didn’t move, an unbreakable, warm rock against her body as his weight crushed her gently. She didn’t want him to move, she didn’t want to lose the feeling of his hot body against hers, the way her tits ached as they were squished against him. “Oooh…” She moaned, “I love it baby, I love you.”
He placed a hot, searing kiss on her mouth, their tongues wrestling once more as they stayed as one. He retreated back a bit, his cock still inside of her as he straightened his back. His eyes roamed over her exposed body, her legs resting on his shoulders. He kissed her calves, “Gods, you’re so hot.” He said.
Her eyes weren’t idle, drinking in the sight of his wide, muscular torso. Every muscle was pronounced, every crook and crevice perfectly crafted, the benefits of his training visible. He looked like a beast, a sexy, manly beast, his pale skin perfect and taut. They weren’t just for show, either, she had felt their strength even before tonight, when he’d finally wrestled into submission during their spar. She hadn’t been able to do anything, not when his defence was so high that he shrugged off even her better attacks, not when she would never be able to compete with his strength directly.
And now those muscles were squishing her against the matters, their owner fucking her brains out with his huge, thick cock.
There were far worse candidates for a partner.
He removed her heels and gently threw them to the ground, placing a couple kisses on her calves and near her knees. She giggled, feeling ticklish, the sound mixing with moans every time his cock flexed and jumped inside of her as he moved.
She groaned as he drew his cock back slowly, feeling her cunt empty inch by inch. She already missed the wide thickness, the way it filled pussy to the brim. “Jaune…” She complained.
He chuckled as he grabbed her hips, and her heart rate picked up again as he manhandled her with ease. He was so strong, so perfect. He placed her on her hands and knees, his cock grinding against her pussy lips as she felt his abs hit her ass cheeks. “Oh…” She said, realising their position.
“You have such wide hips, Glynda.” His hands felt like hot iron as he squished them gently, “You’re such a bombshell. I’m surprised you have no one in your life.”
She could count the amount of men that could manhandle her like this with her fingers, and none were in a position to even act on it. “Jaune…” She looked back into his beautiful cerulean eyes, her long ringlets caressing her back as she did so, “Fuck me.”
He sucked in a breath, captivated by her beauty. She felt giddy, all his attention and lust going directly into her head. She wiggled her ass, her loins on fire as she felt his taut muscles rub against them. She doubted she could ever get enough of feeling him against her. “Come on.”
His strong hands pulled her hips as he speared her on his cock again, her eyes rolling back. His cock was so big, so wide, splitting cunt perfectly and carving her insides. Every part of her felt on fire, her walls quivering around his hardness. She sobbed in pain and pleasure, “Just like that, baby! Just like that!”
She let her torso fall, her arms going limp as he kept pounding her behind, her ass getting smacked by his abs each time. She felt him grab at her hair, not pulling her head, but keeping it there as he fucked her into the mattress, her red, swollen lips feeling like fire as his crotch squished them. He was fucking her so good.
Her arms wrapped around a pillow as she pulled it beneath her face, her body rocking over and over again. Her ass felt like pinpricks, red and tender as his hands joined his body in smacking it. He hit once, twice, pain jolting through her each time as her clit quivered.
He was a beast, rutting her in the most primal way, breeding her like a sow.
She wanted to be his.
He wasn’t sure how long they’d been going at it, but he was sure she was nearing her sixth orgasm at this rate. They kept changing positions as the night progressed, never tiring of each other’s bodies. His Semblance came in handy as well, even if his balls were somewhat empty, he didn’t feel tired. He would never feel tired.
An empty water bottle fell off the bed as he increased intensity once more, the beautiful blonde bombshell under him delirious. She was so hot, so gorgeous, and seeing the state his cock could put her to did more wonders for his ego than Pyrrha’s praises ever could.
Her entire body spasmed as she crested over the brink of rapture again, her face twisted into a beautiful, teary, drooling mess. Her hands grabbed his forearms, trying to find purchase as she held on for dear life. Jaune had never seen a more beautiful sight in his entire life.
She took deep breaths as her orgasm faded, her pussy clamping around his cock like a vice. She looked into his eyes lustfully, groaning with pleasure. He claimed her mouth, their tongues entangling, it felt like hot iron inside of her, a pleasurable warmth that enveloped his mouth and cock. She moaned as his hands squeezed the sides of her hips, “Jaune?” She mumbled.
“I asked for a night, remember? I aim to make every single minute count.”
Her beautiful emerald eyes widened, her blonde hair framing her gorgeous face in ringlets. She licked her plump lips, the desire in her eyes thick enough to choke as her vision slowly roamed over his body, finally resting on the place they were connected. With the way she was on her back, hips upwards, he knew she could see every detail of his cock splitting her tight pussy. “Fuck me, baby.” She whispered, “Destroy me.”
His eyes fluttered awake with a groan, his throat parched with need of water. A blonde mane sprawled all over his chest, a pair of large tits squished against his side while her head rested against the crook of his arm. It almost felt like home again, waking up to find that one of his older sisters had snuck into his bed during the night.
But he’d never had a naked woman resting against him before. That was novel, and new.
The sheets were uncomfortable, the stench of sex and sweat thick in the air. He’d need to air out the room and clean them, but first he needed to get up. He looked around him for a second, and reached over when he spotted a single full water bottle left from the night. Hydration was important.
Doubly so if you had sex for the better part of an entire night.
The woman stirred as she felt him move, a pair of beautiful emerald eyes opening slowly to peek through between her blonde tresses. He quickly placed a kiss on top of her head, “Good morning, baby.”
She snuggled into him further, “Good morning.” She was quiet, contemplative as she rested against him. He caressed her shoulder, trying to open the bottle with one hand. She chuckled. “Let me.” She said, turning the cap with her free hand.
He drank until half of it was left, offering it to the beautiful woman beside him. She stared at its rim, as if contemplating whether it was appropriate. “We kissed, Glynda.” He chuckled, “I doubt drinking from the same bottle is still off limits.”
She got up with a sigh, taking the bottle from him. There was something bothering her, he knew. He waited until she drank as well, the bottle now fully empty. “Glynda?” He touched her arm.
She turned to him, her expression neutral, and she made no move to cover her breasts. Large and full, they only had a natural sag to them unblemished by age, the nipples a cute shade of light pink. He wanted to grab them like he’d done the night before. She was truly gorgeous.
He flicked his gaze back to her emerald eyes, not bothering to hide or address his morning wood. His hand went to cup her cheek instead, her expression softening as she nuzzled her face into his palm. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Did you have fun?” She asked.
His brows furrowed, “Yeah- why?” She was screaming his name just the night before, telling him how she loved him and how much she loved their coupling, “Do you regret it?”
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t shy away from his touch, “No!” She whisper-shouted, “No. I don’t.” Her hand found his, sighing, “I just…”
She sounded more like a teenager than a woman her age, even if you wouldn't be able to guess she was nearing forty from her face or skin. Even her hands showed no signs of age. That was the wonders of Aura, he guessed, his mother was the same, despite being even older than Glynda. His other hand found her shoulder, pulling her into a passionate kiss, their lips meeting with force. She melted into his touch, and his arms lowered to hook behind her torso, pulling her into his embrace further. He didn’t care that they had a morning breath, or that they were sticky with sweat and sexual fluids.
She let out a cute moan as his tongue slipped between her tongues, finding hers. He couldn’t say he was in love with the woman, but he’d always admired her strength and poise, her knowledge and no-nonsense attitude. She cared about her students, taking them to the task harshly to prepare them better for the field. Every time he failed, every time he missed or did something stupid, she was there to tell him his error in perfect detail, but never derogatory.
And then she would tell him how to improve himself, how to do better, how to be stronger.
Four years. He had four years to fall in love with his beautiful teacher.
He didn’t think it’d take that long.
Her soft hands rested on his chest, pushing them apart gently as if she didn’t want to let go. He held her close still, and the gorgeous woman put her face in the crook of his neck, “You told me you loved me last night.” He really hoped it wasn’t a spur of the moment thing. “Do you?”
She hummed, not responding for a moment. “I… do admire you.” She finally relented, “Maybe love was a stronger word than I intended, but I admire your drive, your determination. I admire how much you’ve managed to grow in such a short span of time.” Her entire face was completely red, and she tried to hide it from his view by burying it in his neck.
“Then what’s wrong?” He caressed her skin, his thumb drawing circles on the small of her back.
She was shy and skittish, so unlike how she was normally that it almost gave him a whiplash. “You got your night.”
Wait. That couldn’t be it. “You…” He laughed, he couldn’t help himself, she must be thinking it was some kind of pump and dump, that he would just go ‘Well, that was fun. Bye.’ and dip out. She was an idiot.
Her gaze turned into a glare as she stared intensely at his face. “What?” She growled, but she wasn’t able to break free, his muscles wrapping around her like steel.
It took him a moment to calm down from his laugh, smiling like a billion Lien. He placed a chaste kiss on her lips, then again, and again until her expression softened. “My teacher is an idiot, that’s all.”
She pouted, pouted. He shook his head, still smiling. Grabbing her hips, he pivoted and threw her on her back, and spread her knees. She looked away in embarrassment as her beautiful pussy was revealed to him once more, the pink, cute lips still slightly gaped from taking his girth the night before. His cock hardened again at the sight, his morning wood lost some time ago. He shifted forward on his knees, getting between her legs to keep her from closing them.
He grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him again. He dipped low to place another kiss on her lips, “Who says this needs to be a one night thing?” He kissed her again, “But I have some rules.”
Her eyes dipped down to his erection, her pussy lips grinding against his cock. “Rules?” She asked.
“I want loyalty, as much loyalty as I will give to you.” He kissed her forehead this time, making her blush again, “And two, exclusivity. We will be each other’s only romantic and sexual partner.”
She swallowed as she looked into his eyes, “That sounds… like a romantic relationship.”
“That’s the idea.”
She bit her lip, “You’re half my age…” More than that, considering double his age would be thirty-four, and she was around thirty-nine. He didn’t care, Hunters lived long if they weren’t killed in combat, long enough that even that kind of age difference lessened into triviality with time. Considering she was a teacher at Beacon, she still had a long life ahead of her.
Honestly it might be he who died earlier after Beacon.
“I don’t care.”
“You’re still my student!”
“I know.” He dipped to kiss her again, “And I can’t promise you that we will be wed afterwards. There’s still three more years to go, but I know I’m more than strong enough to graduate. If we’re still together by then, it won't be a problem.”
“Jaune…”
“You also want it, don’t you?”
“I do.” She admitted, “I do.”
He chuckled, “Keep that for the altar.”
His heart swelled at the affection she held in her eyes, she wasn’t lying when she said she admired him, even if she wasn’t in love with him yet. “We’ll see.”
“So.” He said with a smile, grinding his cock against her clit, “One more before we get up?”
She bit her lip, “Just once?” It was the weekend, and she had said nothing about any work meetings. There was no reason to go back to Beacon.
Though he belatedly realised he hadn’t told his team he would be out for the weekend yet. Oops.
He could do that later. He kissed her again, full of passion and heat, their tongues mingling. He didn’t want to think about his team, or Beacon, anything else really.
He had a beautiful girlfriend to satisfy.