Kink Fics 1/17

For Glynda Goodwitch, the world was a spinning wheel, a turning and turning motion that took discordant, chaotic fibers and bound them together into a purposeful thread, spooled and coiled and prepared to be made useful. Some saw the world of Remnant, with its shattered moon and teeming hordes of Grimm, and saw the inevitable triumph of Entropy. She saw the world as a holy task, a commission to bring and spread Order, through her role as instructor to those who needed to be shaped into a purposeful thread.

And she had two such tasks ahead of her right now. Two Huntress students had come to her for advice, wholly unaware how hard they made it for Glynda to maintain her usually dispassionate nature.

As a Maven of Order, Glynda knew she wasn’t to let her basest feelings run wild, but with these two… it was difficult. Little Ruby Rose, so young, naive, and immature, only barely 18 (a single day younger and Glynda would have been able to veto Ozpin’s bizarre insistence she be accepted to Beacon), should have been the perfect clay for Glynda to mold, and yet, she was so unruly. Always out seeking adventure and spreading detestable Chaos everywhere she went—which she had a lot of leeway to thanks to being named Team Leader by another of Ozpin’s inexplicable decisions—as she neglected her duties as a student to go play superhero. Glynda knew she ought not detest such youthful exuberance, not when it could be tamed, but she found her time with Miss Rose to be very… frustrating. Particularly because of the reason she was here, and the girl at her side…

Joan Arc.

What was it about Joan Arc that so utterly captivated all around her, Glynda included?

She had a tomboyish look, with her short, messy blonde hair and her unflattering hoodie, one would almost think she would fit in with the rough and unrefined crowd that made up the student body. And yet… and yet there was something so utterly pure about her that made it impossible not to adore her. To find her blue eyes so enchanting that Glynda wondered if Joan was the “witch,” ensorcelling all who beheld her. It was impossible not to notice her impact on the student body as well, with such disparate students as the 4-time Champion of the Mistralian Regionals and the daughters of both the SDC CEO and the Chieftain of Menagerie finding themselves inescapably drawn to her, all while seeming to be wholly oblivious to her own charms.

A proper Valean Princess by nature, if, perhaps, not birth (though the Arc family did claim some Royal descent…), Joan should be seated on a comfortable dais, attended by servants, a beacon of hope whose beauteous visage inspired all around her to strive to bask in her light. Oh, how Glynda longed to see her innocent face free of all worry and care as Glynda assured her she had nothing in the world to fear. To cherish her angel and dedicate her life to her loving service.

But instead, rather than being the loveliest jewel of Vale, Joan had been… seduced into the muck and grime of the world. She did not belong in a Huntress Academy! She could get hurt, or worse, lose some of her innocent charm as she became tainted by the world. And worst, worst of all…

“So you want advice about your… relationship?”

The both of them nodded, oblivious to the knife it put in Glynda’s poor heart. Was there no worse girl Joan could give her heart to than this… urchin who couldn’t possibly deserve her with her- her- her… uncouth and reckless ways! She was besmirching Joan’s precious innocence, putting her in danger when the little ragamuffin didn’t even understand the most basic facts of how to treat such a vision of loveliness! No wonder they were having relationship problems when Joan was tragically shackled to such ignorance.

But as Joan timidly spoke up, all of Glynda’s anger just melted away in pure sympathy for the sweet girl. “Well, it’s just that…” Joan murmured in her songbird’s voice, “we’re just… inexperienced with making things more… serious.”

Blinking in surprise, Glynda refused to believe… but the meaning in her allusion was clear. Clear enough to make something curdle in her core as her mind began to comprehend that Joan was looking to… to become intimate with this ignorant little girl.

And yet, even as Glynda’s initial reaction was one of naked hostility, her natural response to the thought of Joan’s perfect body, much less her most sacred treasures, being… defiled by such a slip of a girl who couldn’t even pretend to have the curves, much less experience, of a mature beauty, she tempered it. This was opportunity, and the fact that Ruby and Joan had, wisely, come to her for advice showed that they held an appropriate sense that she should rightfully be involved in such a thing.

So instead of scowling, a warm, compassionate smile broke across her face as Glynda began, with a soothing voice, to say, “It was very good of you two to come to me rather than doing anything risky. It can be very easy for inexperienced couples to accidentally create consequences, not only emotional, but even physical, that can linger for years, even after the relationship has passed.”

And especially when the relationship shouldn’t be happening in the first place, a voice inside Glynda mentally added.

Joan rubbed her neck awkwardly. On anyone else, it’d seem like an unrefined and coarse gesture, a sign of a pastoral upbringing, unbecoming of a Huntress, but with Joan… she was simply such an innocent that Glynda nearly swooned to see it. But she kept herself together, because Jaone opened her mouth and said the sweetest words she could even imagine.

“C-could you…” she stammered out, “Could you… show us?”

If Glynda didn’t know any better, she’d have thought that Joan had gifted her this opportunity.

But she wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass her by. She quickly led Joan and Ruby to her private quarters. She could feel some uncertainty in the two, but she didn’t have the patience to take this slow—even her self-control had its limits. Leading them into her boudoir, she was more focused on keeping herself from shaking as she took her place on the bed and beckoned for her darling Joan to join her.

“Ms. Rose,” she instructed, pointing to a nearby chair, “I want you to watch while I use Joan to demonstrate. I believe this will help provide for your education on this subject. And Ms. Arc, if you would undress for me, that would be most helpful.”

Joan froze, and Glynda suddenly panicked, wondering if she overplayed her hand. If she’d squandered her opportunity, that would be-

“It’s okay, Joan,” Ruby timidly squeaked from on the chair, “I… I think this’ll help us a lot.”

Glynda almost felt a surge of gratitude for the foolish little chit, but she stayed her heart from feeling any warmth towards her. It would make the next step harder.

And besides… Joan was undressing for her.

Every part of Glynda knew that discipline was of foremost importance, to not give away her perverse and boundless lust before she had Joan wholly in her clutches, but it was a nigh-impossible challenge as she pulled her hoodie off and revealed the secrets her Beacon uniform did not hide.

Gods, she had a glorious figure, her breasts as large as Glynda’s own, and it was a wretched shame that her hoodie did so much to conceal her figure. Once she was under Glynda’s sway, she’d never wear any clothes that did anything to hide her magnificent bust. Wriggling out of her jeans, made Glynda struggle not to drool as she shucked her t-shirt and gave Glynda a magnificent view of her physical perfection, clad only in a pure white bra and panties. She blushed, adorably, as Glynda devoured her with her eyes.

“I’m not…” she murmured, her shame making Glynda’s heart weep! “I’m not f-fat, am I?”

Who could- who would ever say such a thing? That filthy Schnee girl probably suggested it! Glynda would see the little slip of a girl, scarcely what anyone could call a woman, punished for her arrogance!

But Glynda kept her emotions hidden as she answered, “You should never feel ashamed of your body, Ms. Arc. You…” but then she found it impossible not to blush as she added, “You have a very fetching form. You have much to be proud of.”

Joan blushed, a blush that turned an even deeper red as Ruby chimed in, “Didn’t I tell you? You’re beautiful, and you should love yourself as much as I do!”

Shut up, little girl, Glynda inwardly seethed. But she instead gestured to Joan and said, “But I need you fully undressed… so that Ms. Rose can get a good view of what to be looking for.”

It was a hasty lie, but an effective one. Joan timidly unclasped the back of her bra, letting the straps fall of her shoulders but still holding it to her breasts, as though she were teasing Glynda with this tantalizing display of naive innocence, until-

Until she let her bra drop away and reveal her glorious breasts.

They weren’t just largest breasts among her year, it was that they were so perfect, Such an expanse of creamy white flesh topped with two strawberry nipples that begged to be pinched and sucked on, all firm and proud, in defiance of all Glynda knew about gravity. Ah, what she would give to rest her head upon such perfect breasts and inhale their scent! But there was more, as Joan took both hands to pull down her panties and reveal… her holy of holies.

Glynda couldn’t help but gasp in amazement. She had never thought that labia could be so beautiful, her puffy pink lips begging to be kissed, her folds so perfectly framing her darling little button, and her tangled thatch of blonde pubic hair—ah, Glynda would enjoy trimming and tending to her little garden patch—suggested the untamed, virgin wilderness that Glynda was about to explore.

But she had to keep her focus!

“Ms. Arc,” she began, forcing her voice to sound no different than if she was giving instructions in combat class, “If you could take your place on my lap.”

Joan’s eyes went wide, but her girlfriend gave her an encouraging nod as Glynda felt her pussy gush in anticipation as the busty ingenue of her dreams nervously planted her gloriously soft and full ass directly upon Glynda’s lap.

She very nearly came on the spot.

But she had work to do.

“Ms. Rose,” she began, “I believe you have some experience with Ms. Arc’s naked form. I take it that you’ve pleasured one anoth-”

“N-nothing more than kissing!” she blurted out in response, before blushing as red as her childish little cape. “A-and we’ve done some cuddling while… n-naked.”

“I’m the big spoon,” Joan whimpered, as though there was anything embarrassing in that. As though Ruby didn’t know how lucky she was to have these glorious mounds of titflesh pushed into her back.

Speaking of…

She snaked her hands around Joan’s slender waist, feeling her shift as her fingers made contact with her soft skin. She was a ticklish girl, but the best way to treat that was through experience.

“Her breasts,” Glynda lectured as her hands rose to Joan’s magnificent globes, “have surely drawn your sight already. You should begin any act of intercourse with foreplay, using various techniques to stimulate your lover and ensure proper lubrication through arousal.”

Ruby attentively listened—far more attentively than she did in her combat class, though her wide silver eyes seemed mesmerized by how Glynda’s fingers expertly squeezed and massaged Joan’s heavy breasts. They were heaven itself, such perfect marshmallows to play with, but Glynda knew she had to keep up the charade a little longer.

“Her nipples are particularly sensitive. Watch how my fingers,” she punctuated this remark by pinching Joan’s nipples and making her moan, “generate considerable arousal. Do you follow my actions?”

“Y-yeah,” Ruby said, practically panting as Glynda plied her girlfriend’s body. She was leaning forward, her cheeks red, but her eyes wide and drinking in the sight of Glynda’s superior talent making Joan cry out in arousal as she pinched and tugged and twisted as the beauty squirmed in Glynda’s lap. It was hard to control her arousal, and the fact that little Ruby had to watch was making Glynda even hornier. But still, discipline must be maintained.

Keeping her tone as clinical as possible, she explained, “I will now move on to masturbating your partner. Watch closely…”

Spreading Joan’s legs with her hands, she let one return to playing with Joan’s breasts as the other reached down to trace her lips… and find them dripping with arousal. Joan’s body was already learning the lesson of how much more an experienced woman could do than a silly little girl ever could.

“Keep watching,” she commanded Ruby as her fingers spread Joan’s pussy wide. Little bitch should be praising Glynda for her mercy to allow her to look upon Joan’s sacred font, but Glynda would accept her wide-eyed wonderment as thanks enough. “As you can see, Ms. Arc is highly aroused. I believe you are as well, Ms. Rose?”

Ruby merely made a squeak in response, startled by what sounded like an allegation. But Glynda didn’t give her a chance to defend herself as she gave her next instruction. “I recommend that you touch yourself while you watch. It will help your memory as well as give you more ‘hands-on’ experience.”

And it makes me so hot to know you’re touching yourself to the sight of me stealing your girlfriend away, Glynda mentally added. But Ruby had no idea of her teacher’s sinister plans, and dutifully complied, sliding a hand into her skirt as Glynda smirked.

“This,” she said, giving Joan’s bean a little flick, “is the clitoris. It is highly sensitive and can be artfully plied to give your partner considerable pleasure.”

Joan squealed her agreement as Glynda’s skilled fingers masterfully teased her. It was clear that she was in a losing battle to retain her self control, and Glynda mercilessly pushed her advantage as Joan’s thoughts became overheated with lust and pleasure, her eyes locked on her girlfriend’s as she masturbated to the sight of it all. Glynda was subtly training her, showing Joan not only that true sexual pleasure came at her teacher’s hand, but that she was looking down upon her girlfriend as her own hands artlessly fumbled under her skirt or to paw at her own breasts over her shirt. Nothing at all like Glynda’s talented touch!

“And you can slide your fingers into her pussy and give her little itch a scratch,” Glynda said, demonstrating how easily her fingers slipped right into Joan’s wet pussy. Joan gave a loud, lusty moan as Glynda started frigging her, a sound echoed by Ruby. Telling Glynda it was time to step up the pressure.

“You enjoy this, don’t you?” she whispered seductively.

Both girls panted and moaned in agreement.

“It’s turning you on, Ms. Rose, watching me, another woman, play with your girlfriend…”

“Y-yeah,” she panted in response, “O-oh, it’s, mmmmm-” She bit her lip to try and contain herself.

“And you, Joan,” she said, deliciously using Joan’s first name, “You’re enjoying everything my fingers can do for you…”

“D-don’t stop!” she squealed, “O-oh, Maidens, don’t stop!”

“Of course I won’t stop,” she cooed, “I just want you to admit that you’re enjoying my skilled touch as much as Ms. Rose enjoys watching you succumb to my touch…”

“I am!” she cried, “I a-a-a-a-am!”

“Good girl,” Glynda said, and with a twist, pushed Joan over the edge into her climax.

She howled, a powerful and animalistic cry, as she soaked Glynda’s hand with her juices. In response, Glynda was forced to bite her own lip, hard, to keep from making a noise and reveal that she’d just cum as well, and worse… she wasn’t able to, as she withdrew her hand from Joan’s soaked slit, she just had to taste her on her fingers.

And gods, she was delicious! The tart tang of her juices enchanted Glynda in an instant and confirmed to her that she wasn’t letting her darling little princess slip out of her grasp.

“Very good,” she said to the gasping girl on her lap, “Now, let’s continue this lesson and help you learn the deeper truths of pleasure…”

Joan was too exhausted by her orgasm—quite possibly her first—to object, and Ruby had a pleading look on her face that told Glynda she was just as enamored at what she’d witnessed. She wanted more, and Glynda was all too happy to provide.

Gently moving her angel aside, Glynda strode to her closet, artfully shedding her clothes as she did so. She’d dreamed of this day for so long, and it was all going so beautifully. It filled her heart with joy and set a fire within her loins as she knew her moment was at hand. Reaching into her closet, finding the box hidden in the back, she knew victory was already hers, a feeling she was more than familiar with from her tournament days. Seizing the object she was looking for, she took it in hand and turned to the girls who were already wrapped around her fingers.

“This, my dears,” she said, affixing the belt around her waist, “is a strapon. A sex toy by which I can deliver far more penetration than my fingers could. Ms. Rose, please pay close attention as I bring Joan to new heights of pleasure.”

In her dirtiest, most secret dreams, Glynda took Joan in every conceivable position. Particularly, she enjoyed imagining Joan bent over her desk, her bosom smushed against the hard wood as she moaned from every powerful thrust Glynda delivered. But for this, she wanted Ruby to watch, to watch and know that she could never equal Glynda’s skill in this. And so she sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes locked on Ruby with her challenging intensity, and used a flick of her crop to help guide Joan back upright… and back onto her lap.

Though of course, this was not the placid seating of earlier.

Impaling Joan on her strapon, Glynda neither took heed of her cry, nor did she hold back as she lectured, “Observe, Ms. Rose, how your so-called girlfriend becomes completely overwhelmed by pleasure, and tell me, do you think you could provide this for her?”

“Wh-what?” she stammered, eyes flashing in surprise.

But Glynda already had the upper hand, mauling Joan’s tits as she barked, “Tell me! Do you think an inexperienced little girl like you could ever compare to my skill at making Joan cum?”

“I- I- I could…” her voice lost its strength as Joan squealed, her beautiful voice twisted up in such overwhelming pleasure, Glynda wondered if she even noticed her girlfriend’s dismay.

“You barely even have tits,” Glynda snapped at her, “Compared to me, how could you possibly satisfy Joan? You have no talents, no experience, and nothing to speak of in terms of your body, you’re just a worthless little girl!”

“J-just a… w-worthless little girl…” Ruby echoed, her mind overwhelmed by dismay and the recognition of her inferiority.

“That’s right,” Glynda cooed as Joan moaned as she climaxed yet again on Glynda’s strapon, “But just because you’re not enough to satisfy Joan doesn’t mean you have nothing to offer her…”

Her silver eyes suddenly sparked with hope, giving Glynda the warm glow of magnanimity as she continued, “Yes… just watch and learn, memorize the sight of your girlfriend’s pleasure and know…” she pinched Joan’s nipple with her fingers, making the beauty squeal from a new assault of pleasure, “Know that if you’re a good girl and do everything I say, if you learn to be the obedient and attentive Huntress I know you can be… then perhaps I’ll let you worship Joan’s lovely breasts with your tongue!”

Ruby moaned in undisguised lust as Glynda bounced Joan on her hips, giving her heavenly tits a bounce to melt all resistance.

“And if you show you can be the most dutiful and studious of all my students,” Glynda added, dangling hope over the foolish girl, “...I’ll even let you lick her pussy!”

Ruby couldn’t hold back. The offer was enough to make her cum right there, her low, lusty moans mingling with Joan’s high, clear cries of another climax. Glynda joined them, throwing her head back in victorious glee as she came again before wrapping her arms tight around her beloved Princess, pressing her breasts into her back as Joan couldn’t do more than lean back into Glynda’s loving embrace. Mmmmmm, she’d have a special lesson for her later, not just on the duties of a Princess, but also taking a comb to her messy blonde hair. But for now, all Glynda wanted to do was shower her beloved in kisses as little Ruby could only masturbate at her own powerlessness.

And Glynda savored that victory.