Kink Fics 11/29

Her mind was made up.

It was the hardest decision of Neo’s life, but she had no choice. She could no longer reconcile her two greatest loves, and so she had to choose. On one hand, Neo’s entire life, her very identity was shaped around the criminal underworld, but on the other… she had met an angel and fallen hopelessly, madly in love with him. A love that made her feel like her old life meant nothing to her. A love for… a Huntsman. A man of the Law. A man who could not love a criminal.

In many ways, it wasn’t even a hard decision. It was so obvious which one she’d choose, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Roman was dear to her, so incredibly dear to her, her closest friend, approximately what passed for a father figure in her life, but at the same time…

He wasn’t her true love. And Neo had fallen for him hard. So hard, that she couldn’t even pretend that there was any other outcome than this as she snuck up on Roman, sipping a scotch and reading a book on historic boats or some other lame topic as he was sprawled out on the couch, wholly unaware that his most trusted lieutenant had already made a fatal decision.

Hefting the rock high above Roman’s head Neo silently prayed that he would understand why she had no choice but to-

“Please don’t do that.”

Neo blinked in alarm as Roman continued to turn the pages of his book. How did he know she was standing above him with her head-bashing rock?

“How do I know you’re standing above me with a rock?” he said, as though reading her mind, “Because you do this every time you fall in love with someone.”

What! Neo had never…

Slowly putting down the rock, Neo started to realize she had a habit of doing things like this… but this time would be different! He was for sure the One!

“And you tell me each time that he’s the One, and- Ow!”

She may have put the rock down, but Neo just picked up Roman’s drink and dumped it right on his bowler hat. How dare he say something to imply that, this time, she hadn’t found her One True Love?

Serves him right.

LINE BREAK NEO

Storming out of their hideout, Neo made a point to flip the bird to everyone she passed by, then circled back to make sure the people she hadn’t passed by also got flipped the bird. Then circled back a third time once she knew Junior was back from errands so she could flip him off, too.

Having finished making everyone aware of her mood, Neo decided she had no choice but to storm off to her local ice cream parlor and either eat ice cream until she stopped feeling mad or rob the place or both in some order. Maybe eat ice cream while robbing the place, or rob the place and use the profits buying ice cream from a different parlor, she was playing it by ear and too mad to actually make real plans.

But as she threw open the doors, ready to (silently) proclaim either her order or for everyone to put their hands up, she saw… him.

The blond Huntsman who’d stolen the master thief’s heart. The man amongst men, the Adonis who’d enraptured her into helpless adoration. The man who’d brought her this close to murdering her mentor with her designated head-bashing rock.

This man… this… whatever his name was, was the One True Love of Neo’s life.

And he was with another girl.

Jealousy and rage burned within Neo’s heart as this red-headed bitch tried to move on her man, but Neo knew not to be hasty—love, like war, was full of unexpected advantages and opportunities. Plus, she didn’t have her head-bashing rock on hand at the moment. But also because Neo was an exceptional face reader, and this girl’s emotions were plain on her face, namely:

I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU YOU INCREDIBLY DENSE MAN!

And Neo knew an opportunity when she saw one. Because this girl wanted something Neo had (well, not officially, but Neo knew how to bargain) and had something Neo wanted (the love of her life’s name, among other things).

So she came up to the table, her brightest, most “I’m far too cheery and innocent to be a early-twenties professional criminal” look on her face as she smiled her biggest smile at her dearest.

“Aww,” he said, a darling smile on his face, “Do you want me to buy you some ice cream?”

Oh damn.

Heart: Beating

Panties: Dropped

Love: True

He was the perfect man!

“I’ll take that for a yes,” he chuckled as he got up from his seat and headed to the counter. But before she could follow after her beloved to get a taste of paradise, she knew she had to take advantage of this opportunity.

Looking to the redhead, who had fixed her a glare of great and terrible fury (Neo knew she was going to like this girl!) she quickly took her scroll and typed a message she showed to her hopeful ally.

Cooperate with me, and I can guarantee the both of us can fuck him.

The girl looked up from her text incredulously, blindsided Neo’s trademark bluntness, but she met only grim, resolute determination in Neo’s eyes. A resoluteness that was soon mirrored. Looks like Neo had found a kindred spirit in willing to do whatever it took for True Love. Good. Neo knew that this girl, the two of them… they were cut from the same cloth.

So it was a foregone conclusion when the girl quietly shook her head yes.

LINE BREAK JAUNE

He woke up tied to a chair with a bag over his head.

At least, he assumed it was a bag. It was rough, scratchy, not letting much light through. Burlap? Maybe it was a burlap sack, or maybe it was… the fabric wasn’t important. What Jaune knew was important was that he woke up groggy, with a sore head, and evidently bound to a chair with something over his head keeping him from being able to see.

So, all in all, a bad situation.

The only person Jaune could even think could do this was… okay, it was a 50/50 shot that this was either a prank from Cardin or he’d been kidnapped by Roman Torchwick as a way to retaliate against RWBY for repeatedly foiling his plans. Jaune wasn’t sure which was worse—Cardin would certainly humiliate him, while Roman might kill him, and… Cardin was an idiot, so there was a good chance that he was going to die here either way.

How had his life gotten to this point?

He heard a voice that, at least, confirmed who had kidnapped him.

“I’ll be honest, kid,” Roman said from somewhere behind him, “This whole… situation makes about as much sense to me as it does to you, so I’m just gonna tell you to keep your head down and just say ‘yes’ to everything thrown at you, and, hey, maybe you’ll enjoy yourself!”

Jaune didn’t know what to make of that, but boy did it ever sound ominous.

“I won’t give that easily,” he growled, “Whatever you’ve got planned with me, know that I won’t let you hurt Team RWBY, and-”

“Uh, ‘bout that… you should know that they’re actually here.”

“What.”

“Hi Jaune!” the unmistakable voice of Ruby Rose chimed in, “We’re here!”

“Congrats, by the way,” Yang added, “And just so you know, your ‘Snow Angel’ is devastated!”

“I am not!” Weiss protested.

“Wait, what is happening?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah, we should probably take off your bag,” the master thief admitted.

Then, with a jerk, he removed the sack from Jaune’s face and he discovered…

He was in a church. At the head of the church, tied to a chair. In the pews, he saw Team RWBY, in front, with Team SSSN, Penny Polendina, and a few other Beacon students on one side and assorted… rougher types on the other. He looked around, seeing that Nora and Ren were also at the altar with him, and they were very dressed up, and-

Hey wait a minute… he was wearing a suit!

What was going on?

“Hey Jaune-Jaune!” Nora cheerfully waved, “I’m the Maid of Honor!”

Jaune just stared.

“You’re getting married,” Ren deadpanned, as though that helped or explained anything.

“Wha… where’s Pyrrha?” Jaune asked, very, very worried about what the answer was going to be.

“Right down there,” Nora pointed to the other end of the church. Jaune’s head snapped to his right to see…

The girl with the brown-and-pink hair he saw at the ice cream parlor, stood, dressed in an extravagant white wedding gown and an utterly radiant smile, and behind her… Pyrrha, wearing an extravagant red gown, that was… surprisingly revealing, and was holding the train of the first girl’s dress.

“What is happening!” Jaune asked with open alarm.

“You’re getting married!” Nora cheered, oblivious to his panic, “To Pyrrha and Neo, which is just great!”

“Technically,” Ren explained, again, factual but less than helpful, “you’re only marrying Miss Neopolitan. However, you are taking on Pyrrha as your Mistress, as recognized by Valean law.” He shrugged at Jaune. “Hey, it’s your country’s law, not mine.”

“I’m getting married?” he hissed at his teammates, “What’s going-”

“Jaune,” Nora said, a hint of ice in her voice, “I have been trying so hard to finally get you and Pyrrha together and I am willing to accept this as a win, so if you interfere, so help me, you will get to learn more about Magnhild than you ever wanted to know.”

Then she smiled. “I’m so thrilled you’re getting married!”

“Congratulations!” Ren added.

Jaune looked back to the far end of the church, where his… bride-to-be was walking down the aisle. But… dammit all, Jaune had to admit, that look of pure, ecstatic happiness on her cherubic face was just infectious, and even Jaune had to shed a tear at being part of the happiest day of her life. She was radiant, truly radiant, and Jaune couldn’t help but feel, weird as it was, lucky to be marrying her.

As the bridal march started and she processed her way down the aisle to him, Jaune couldn’t deny it—she was a beautiful bride, this woman, apparently named Neo, who he had met once and offered to buy her ice cream because he thought she was a child- hey, wait a minute!

“Ren!” he hissed, for some insane reason trying not to disrupt the ceremony, “Ren, surely you have to see that this is crazy! I can’t-”

“Magnhild,” Ren whispered back.

“What?”

“You like your legs?” Ren asked him, no humor in his voice, “Then just accept that everyone but you two has has known that you and Pyrrha was inevitable. And that we’re getting really sick of waiting, some of us both more so than others and better at wielding hammers than others. And those of us on the less leg breaking side are too sick of waiting for it to happen to stop the more leg-breaking side.”

Jaune… Jaune could understand that Nora was pissed at him for being an idiot, but Ren? To the point that Ren, the closest thing he had to a brother, was willing to let him get married both to and by a criminal syndicate? “But what about… the other girl! My actual bride!”

Ren just shrugged. “Pyrrha and Neo hit it off, and, to be honest, at the rehearsal dinner, she really won us all over.”

Welp. Glancing to his other “friends,” he saw that they all looked thrilled for Neo. Ruby was even crying… and so was Sun… and Neptune. Not the people he expected to be wedding criers, but also not really a surprise.

“Is she even old enough to-”

“She’s actually older than us,” Ren replied, “She’s just short.”

But now his bride-and-mistress-to-be were before him, him still tied to a chair, as Roman began with a quick, deeply half-assed attempt at religiosity in his opening blessing, followed by: “Do you, Jaune McGonigal Arc-”

“That is not my middle name!” he whispered.

“We had to guess!” Nora shot back, “And it was close!”

“-take Neopolitan to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and the other things?”

All eyes were on him, and Jaune, never one who was good at handling pressure, knew that they were all looking for one specific word that drove all other thoughts out of his mind.

“Yes,” he answered in a high, choked voice.

Neo’s face was at a million watts, her smile practically blinding Jaune. But she was… even though Jaune literally nothing about her other than she liked ice cream and somehow knew Roman Torchwick, seeing the happy tears streaming down her face, Jaune couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming feeling of love and affection come over him for this girl. Woman.

But the wedding continued as Roman flashed a cheeky grin and asked, “And do you take Pyrrha Nikos as your unlawfully wedded mistress?”

“Yes?” he said again, not sure what else to say when asked by a notorious criminal if he wanted to get married to two women while he was tied to a chair.

“You two,” he said, looking over to Neo and Pyrrha, “you good with this?”

“Yes,” Pyrrha said, beaming, while Neo smiled happily and signed yes.

“Well, with the power vested in me by the phony church I run to launder money, I now pronounce you husband, wife, and mistress. You can all kiss now.”

Neo was upon him in a flash, kissing him strongly and forcefully, and then he felt Pyrrha’s lips on his cheek. Then they switched. Then they started roaming, the two of them kissing his lips, his neck, his shoulder, he suddenly felt hands on him, someone started unbuttoning his shirt…

“There’s a reception downstairs!” Nora proclaimed, “So let’s let the newlyweds get at it!”

“Congratulations, Jaune,” Ren said, sounding either very sincere or making a joke at his expense, “Nora and I wish you all the happiness we found in our own marriage.”

Wait, what-

But that thought was cut off as he felt the rope binding him to the chair release as Neo produced a blade from her bouquet and slashed the ropes apart. Pyrrha had ripped his shirt open and now both girls were kissing his abs in a wild frenzy.

“Good luck, kid,” Roman said as he joined the rest of the crowd in heading—more like fleeing—to the reception, “If you don’t survive the night… you seemed nice enough, and I’m really sorry it had to end this way. Later!”

And he was gone. Or, at least, he was probably gone as Jaune’s chair (with Jaune on it) toppled backwards as his new… menage a trois set into him with gusto. He felt like a gazelle being set upon by lionesses, particularly from the way their nails raked his skin—in a way that made him wonder if there was an ulterior motive in how much time Pyrrha had spent training him in using aura to heal minor cuts and scrapes… and to use aura to recharge his stamina.

He really might not survive the night, would he?

Well, as his pants were shredded and his new wife wrapped her lips around his swiftly-hardening dick, Jaune knew that he could either lie back and take it like a coward, or he could finally take the reigns and assert himself as a coequal partner in this marriage!

Well… it didn’t have the punchiness of “the man of the house,” but the son of the feminist philosopher Helene Arc wasn’t raised like that!

With Neo giving him passionate fellatio, Jaune focused on giving his partner- his mistress attention. Pulling Pyrrha into a kiss, he was shocked to see how swiftly Pyrrha’s forceful drive seemed to fall apart in his hands, the willful champion disintegrating into soft moans as Jaune kissed her. Her red dress was hopefully not too expensive as Jaune set into ripping it open, pulling her breasts free and letting them bounce happily for his inspection, and...

Fuck, his partner was so fucking hot! It was a fact he always tried to overlook, being utterly dependent on her help, but with her tits out, with the two of them in a- in a legally binding relationship, Jaune couldn’t bring himself to resist, burying his face in her cleavage as he kissed and sucked and nibbled every luscious inch of creamy flesh. Pyrrha moaned, and Jaune figured he could hear even more from her as he took his left hand to stroke Neo’s hair as she blew him and used the right, first to squeeze and fondle Pyrrha’s ass, then slip it up the tatters of her daring red dress to trace a finger along her slit. Pyrrha had not worn panties to her wedding, but that was not exactly a surprise at this point.

The sheer eroticism of the moment made it clear to Jaune that managing two women was going to be trickier than he might have anticipated. He… admittedly might have had certain dreams where, say, Yang and Blake doubleteamed him, fantasies that did not account for the complexities of actually satisfying two women, particularly women as… passionate as his new wife and mistress.

Holy crap, he just got married, that was-

Focus! Jaune was doing his best to not succumb to the tantalizing talents of Neo’s tongue while kissing Pyrrha—how did he not realize before now that Pyrrha was into him- FOCUS! Jaune had to stop getting sidetracked by… by the insanity of what was happening and shape up to take charge of the situation! But that was- was not- that was gonna be a lot harder than-

With a mighty groan, Jaune released, cumming in Neo’s mouth as his mysterious, mischievous bride plunged down on him, careful to take every drop of his seed for herself. Jaune had never cummed harder in his life, just unleashing down her throat as Neo kept sucking away. Between the suction of her mouth and the utter fantasy they were engaged in, Jaune knew he was still hard, even after firing off a round, but if he gave himself even a moment’s pause to enjoy the sensations right now, there was no way he could satisfy both women. So he had to keep moving and get these girls off!

Jaune guided Pyrrha down and pulled Neo from his dick—licking her lips in satisfaction—as he flipped his new bride around. Pulling up the elaborate white train of her dress, Jaune was rewarded with the discovery that she also opted not to wear panties to her wedding. Which made sense for what he knew they were planning and worked out just fine for what he was planning.

Slamming right into Neo, Jaune knew that there was only one strategy that’d work here: brute fucking force, overwhelming their defenses and taking total charge of the situation before either of them had the chance to utterly devour him. A challenge, but from the shuddering and silent wails Neo was giving him as he ravished her pussy and groped her chest, Jaune knew he had the upper hand here.

But then Pyrrha, wicked Pyrrha, who’d taken the initiative now that Jaune was no longer focusing his attention on her, spread her legs and pushed her glistening pussy towards Neo, who eagerly dove in and reminded Jaune that he was up against two teasing minxes who were also some of the sexiest people he’d ever known! Watching Pyrrha moan and jolt as, with every thrust of Jaune’s hips, Neo’s face and tongue was driven deeper into his partner-cum-mistress’s slit.

Ugh, wrong choice of words! Her pussy was clamping down on his dick hard, and he could feel Neo begging, demanding his seed, and with Pyrrha’s total abandonment of modesty and propriety as she gasped and moaned, groping her naked chest to put on a show for Jaune, he couldn’t really hold back, not against the both of them. But before he’d release, he had to give Neo a demonstration of what she’d just married!

It was substantially harder than Jaune had ever thought it might be to satisfy two drop-dead sexy women, but Jaune was a Huntsman, dammit! He wouldn’t give easily. And he could feel from the way Neo’s pussy gripped him that he was close, so close to getting her off!

Something Pyrrha seemed to agree with. “Oh Jaune!” she giggled, “From the way she’s licking me- oh gods, you’re doing so good! J-just… put your hips into it, l-like I taught you f-for thrusting- oh you’re doing so good! I’m so glad Neo talked me into this!”

Jaune knew to take Pyrrha’s advice, and putting his hips into it, he thrust away to score hit after hit, taking her from behind and delivering a plowing to make her wedding night (or afternoon, or morning, he had no idea what time of day it was) truly memorable! In no time at all, he felt her movements becoming jerkier, her muscles squeezing tighter, as Jaune knew he was building up for-

A sudden spasm overcame Neo as she slumped forward into Pyrrha’s lap, a silent orgasm ripping through her entire body. And just in time, because Jaune couldn’t hold himself back any longer either!

Pulling out at the last possible second, Jaune felt his orgasm hit him like a sledgehammer as a jet of white sprayed forth from his dick, splattering all over Neo’s backside. His cum shined, pearly white, against her pale cheeks, and Neo just made a wordless moan of pleasure as she felt his seed drip down her.

Panting for air, he looked up to see Pyrrha, in that sinfully sexy red dress just… just beaming at him. He’d seen that look before, when he’d mastered a technique with the sword and shield on the rooftops of Beacon, that private look where he could see the faith she had in him. He’d never seen it for “Jaune! You just fucked a girl brainless!” but he felt the same mix of pride and humble gratitude to see it.

Of course, she also spread her legs wider, showing how wet and… unsatisfied her pussy was, her look shifting from beaming pride to… nervous hopefulness, and Jaune felt his dick start to recover, a third round revealing itself to him. Even as his body doubted it had what it took to keep going, Jaune knew it wasn’t really in question. Pyrrha was counting on him—and he would never let her down.

But he could give Pyrrha nothing less than everything. As much as she was his best friend, partner, and… now his mistress, somehow, she was still the Invincible Girl. And so he had to give it his all, because if he couldn’t win fast… he could already feel the danger of Neo rallying too soon and giving him no time to recover before the two of them had given him the most enviable cause of death any man could imagine.

Gently taking up Neo and giving his overwhelmed wife a gentle kiss on her forehead, he moved her aside so he could focus on his mistress… a situation he really hadn’t ever foreseen happening, but the hell he wouldn’t be a gentleman in a moment like this! And once his husbandly duty was satisfied, he was free to pounce. All it took to drive Pyrrha to surrender was to mount her. She had, as Ren had revealed, been pining for him for a long time, and now that Jaune knew what to be looking for… it had been extremely obvious that she had been hinting towards this directly to Jaune. But he could make up for his earlier idiocy. With his hands holding her in place by the shoulders, his dick ready to go, rubbing right up against her moistness, Pyrrha was absolutely putty in his hands. Yet Jaune couldn’t be satisfied with that. His victory had to be total, or his doom was inevitable. No mercy, no quarter.

With a howl of desire, Jaune brutally set into fucking the champion of Mistral senseless. Pyrrha was a woman who deserved romance, but she was also a woman who had entered into a semi-consensual poly relationship that had started with knocking Jaune unconscious and tying him to a chair. Hard and fast was the name of the game today, and Jaune could deliver it.

“T-take me, Jaune!” Pyrrha squealed, luxuriating in his naked aggression, “D-don’t treat me gently, give me everything, I can take it! Oh- oh- I’m s-so glad Neo’s your wife so you can treat me- oh! Treat me like a whore! Like a slut! Oh gods yes, Maidens, yes, Jaune, yes! I’m no champion, no idol, nothing more than a dirty fucking whore who needs your fucking dick!”

Jaune was briefly caught off guard by the revelations spilling forth from Pyrrha’s mouth. But not enough to pause, or even slow down. Pausing was death, and slowing down… would be to let Pyrrha down. She was calling on him to drill her like a whore, and so Jaune was going to deliver! Grinning, he tightened his grip on her shoulders, his fingers sinking into her soft, tender flesh as he went wild on her pussy. As her cries became more wild, more delirious with arousal, Jaune knew she was coming close, so very close to-

Neo, in her ripped and cum-stained wedding dress, revealed herself beside him, roused enough from her earlier coma to catch Jaune in a sudden, passionate kiss. Their tongues wrestled as he slammed into Pyrrha, making her babble with wild, erotic delight. It was almost too much… and Neo knew it. She broke the kiss with an impish grin and ducked away from Jaune’s sight. He knew that it could only be bad news as he suddenly felt her tongue running over his shaft as it entered Pyrrha’s slit. Fuck! Jaune wasn’t expecting to suddenly have a tongue added to the equation, and now Jaune didn’t know- d-didn’t know if he could hold it...

Fuck! He had to- he had to pull-

“DON’T PULL OUT!” Pyrrha cried, her legs suddenly wrapped tight around his hips, holding him in place. Jaune was surprised, briefly, mostly by how her legs kept him from moving enough to thrust as hard as he could, but then he realized Pyrrha’s true meaning.

Yes. Yes, he was a married man now, and maybe Pyrrha was his mistress rather than his wife, but he was- he was going to breed her, pour his cum into the Invincible Girl and she would carry his child! The thought of the champion’s toned body becoming soft and maternal from his seed drove Jaune to his third climax as he released deep into her womb. Pyrrha cried aloud with such a pure and effervescent joy that Jaune wasn’t sure if she was climaxing or singing from the moment.

No longer able to control her limbs, Pyrrha wasn’t able to hold Jaune in place as he withdrew his very well lubricated cock from her pussy, seeing the mix of his, hers, and Neo’s fluids on it. It was… it was a token of his victory, but Jaune knew not to take it as the last word.

Panting, Jaune surveyed the scene. Pyrrha was still temporarily dazed by her climax, and Neo seemed to be still out of it, in spite of her impish interference. But even as their heads rolled and their unfocused eyes wandered the room, Jaune knew that he’d only bought himself a brief chance to catch his breath. He could already see it on both of their faces that neither was exhausted yet, and both of their minds had only a single thought within them:

More.

Neo’s eyes were the first to start regaining their focus, her body having enough rigidity to prop herself up and stare at his dick, a long strand of drool hanging from her mouth as she pawed her way forward. Her movement was bringing Pyrrha out of her daze, and now the two of them were moving forward, their lust-addled minds screaming for Round 2.

The tactical situation did not look optimistic.

With a glance down at his cock, Jaune gave a silent salute for the bravery it was about to display as he willed it back up to full mast. This might be the end of Jaune Arc, but he knew he’d go down swinging, and his legend, alongside, in nine months, his next of kin, would live on after him.

LINE BREAK NEO

Married life was a strange thing.

For one thing, Neo kind of forgot that “getting married” didn’t mean she had to stop being a criminal, so she’d spent a few months working a data entry job before she remembered she made way more money through extortion and larceny. It also didn’t mean she had to start wearing dresses or hosting tea parties, so that was also a huge relief. It mostly just meant…

Well, Neo wasn’t entirely sure what it meant.

She lived with a guy, and also his mistress (they were, after all, Valeans), she had sex with him, and also his mistress, and they hung out together. Which was… basically dating. She supposed she could change her name, but Neo was not a woman who wanted a last name. Also, Neopolitan Arc? Ridiculous. Maybe if there were kids on the way, she’d get it, but that was a Pyrrha thing, the redhead cooing as she stroked her growing baby bump (Neo silently cooing as she stroked her amazingly bigger tits). Neo was not ready for motherhood. Roman had described the prospect of her with a kid as “the sort of thing that makes social workers wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat,” and he was not wrong. So, what, she got a piece of paper that said she was married? Was that really all a marriage was?

Which made Neo wonder why she’d gone through all the process of kidnapping a guy and having an underground marriage ceremony, when she could have just told her husband, maybe at swordpoint, maybe not, that they were dating now, and then she’d be in pretty much the same place.

Eh, well, it’d been an excuse to have a honeymoon where she and Pyrrha spent a whole week of athletic and acrobatic competition, pushing the limits of their stamina and flexibility, the kind where Neo had no objection to admitting a tie. Nearly killed their new husband, but that’s what a honeymoon was for–stress testing the marriage, and hey! Jaune had what it took to keep up, even if they did have to hook him up to an IV once or twice. And he couldn’t walk for a week or so afterwards, but neither could Neo, so it was just an opportunity to spend more time with her new husband. So that was a plus.

Well, live and learn!