Kink Fics 1/10

Being Team Leader of Team JNPR was not something Jaune had expected would happen after being flung into the Emerald Forest and very nearly killed. Even after he’d successfully been a part of (he certainly wouldn’t consider his role as leading) killing a Deathstalker, Jaune was still wondering on the Bullhead back to Beacon if he was still not going to be admitted. Especially because he was getting very airsick as he gripped his chess piece so tightly, as though it might slip through his fingers. But… no, he’d evidently impressed the faculty… or maybe just the weirder-than-expected Headmaster… or it made a better acronym to start with “J…” or it was because he was a Valean…

There were a million reasons for Jaune to discount why he had been named leader. Which meant that, midway through the reception, when he and Ruby had been pulled aside from their new teams to handle paperwork, Jaune’s mind hadn’t really been on the ball for all the liability waivers, next-of-kin notifications, and sworn affidavits that he was blindly signing, just to get through the nigh-bottomless stack. Might have even been a good thing, considering that Jaune wasn’t really thinking about how many of these papers involved the fundamentally lethal nature of a Huntsman that he had only begun to grasp. He just… signed whatever was put in front of him as his mind only vaguely grasped what Ms. Goodwitch was rattling off as she handed him the paper. Mostly, he only heard how many signatures and initials each one needed.

Which meant that he was utterly blindsided the next day when Nora had stopped him in the halls, honest-to-the-gods tears in her eyes as she crushed him in the biggest bear hug Jaune had ever experienced. Even bigger than the bear hug Nora had given him the previous day. And unlike that one… Jaune had no idea what it could possibly be about, and Nora was far too emotional to explain.

“You… you just…” even Ren was struggling with emotion, something Jaune hadn’t imagined he’d see of the stoic young man he’d met in the woods the day before, “You’ve accepted us… into your House.”

“You’re the best,” Nora sobbed into his chest, “The absolute best, Jaune-Jaune!”

“I… what?” Jaune asked, “I- thank you, but I… what?”

Ren nodded. “You… might not realize the significance of your generosity, but… Nora and I… we’re not Valeans. Nor are we recognized immigrants to Vale. We’re orphans, after our village…” Jaune began to grasp why Ren and Nora were so emotional about this… and how real the Grimm threat truly was, “But you, Jaune… you just took us in as retainers to House Arc.”

“The best and greatest House, ever!” Nora said through her tears, “The best!”

Ren lowered his eyes, humbly. “You’ve… taken legal responsibility for the two of us, and… and vastly expanded our rights within Vale. I… understand this was just a trifle for you, sir, but you’ve… changed both of our lives, so much for the better.”

Nervously chuckling, Jaune had tried to play down the situation. “You don’t… don’t have to call me ‘sir,’ we’re just, you know, a Team, and that means-”

Nora, though, cut him off, “Sir, yes, sir!” she replied, pressing her tearstained cheek against his chest as she hugged him tighter, “As our new Lord, me and Renny are gonna be the best servants you could ever ask for! You won’t regret this, I promise!”

That was when Jaune should have cut this off. Should have made it clear to the both of them that they were equals on Team JNPR. If anything, he should be deferring to them, a fact made clear in the coming weeks where he discovered that Ren and Nora vastly exceeded him in combat ability and Grimm knowledge, but it felt… wrong to deny Nora and Ren when they had so much gratitude to express. And… a part of Jaune did enjoy being the magnanimous Lord, even if House Arc hadn’t really meant anything since his great-grandad’s day. But if he had nipped it in the bud then…

Jaune groaned as Ren’s lips reached the base of his cock. He felt the air exhaled from his “retainer’s” nostrils tickle his pubes as he performed fellatio in a way that could only be called artful, particularly with the contrast between his gentle, precise technique and the way Nora was sloppily slurping and sucking on his balls. The two of them worked in perfect tandem for their double blowjob that left Jaune simply paralyzed in his seat, unable to do anything but moan as Ren’s soft and talented mouth worshiped his shaft set to the rhythm of Nora’s lips going smack-smack-smack as she lavished his balls with attention.

“It’s not good to get this backed up, sir,” Nora cheerfully piped up from between his legs, “Mmmmm, your balls are so heavy and full of yummy, yummy cum… such a treat for Renny, but you need to let us drain you every day, or you’re just gonna get stressed out!”

What was there to say in response to that? Even if Jaune was in a place where he could put words together, what was he supposed to say when his “retainers” considered it their duty to orally pleasure him? How had things reached this point?

Jaune had tried not to abuse his authority over the two of them, but it was difficult when they simply… anticipated his needs, no orders needed. If he needed a pen, Ren already had one in his hands, held out to Jaune. Nora fetched him food in the cafeteria, in spite of his best efforts to get it himself. And, the first morning after Jaune had discovered his new relationship with his teammates, she had offered him first dibs on the syrup—something Jaune hadn’t realized at the time, but an absolutely massive sign of deference from the hyperactive girl. He tried to tell them they didn’t have to do anything for him, but it felt rude to refuse them, especially when Nora and… particularly Ren would give him one of those soft, warm smiles after they’d been useful to him. And… and when Cardin had tried to start picking on Jaune and shoved him in a rocket locker, Jaune heard the crash of Magnhild repeatedly bashing his assailant into the floor before Ren had spirited him out the locker. When Jaune expressed concern for any trouble Nora might get in, Ren had only replied, “Not with the cameras disabled” and darkly revealed a familiarity the both of them had with… extralegal solutions to problems. When he got out of the infirmary (from a “training accident”) Cardin never even spoke to Jaune again.

Even after that, though, the massages had been a bit much. But Nora had insisted that Jaune allow himself to enjoy Ren’s talents. Nora had been extremely verbose in praising Ren’s skill, and seeing the stoic young man blush at the praise, combined with Ren’s slightly mumbled explanation at how stress relief was important for a Team Leader… he’d allowed it. And… it was really good. Especially from the way Nora beamed and even Ren cracked a smile at Jaune’s praise for what his hands could do. Jaune had even been able to assuage some of his concerns by asking Ren if he’d be willing to massage Pyrrha and Nora as well, so it wasn’t just him who was benefiting from Ren’s skilled hands. So he felt fine just letting Ren do whatever he felt he ought to and hadn’t thought anything about it until, around the point he was getting a daily massage, he’d been blindsided by Ren’s hand suddenly grasping and stroking his penis.

Jaune’s eyes had shot open and he was about to object before Nora shushed him with a finger to his lips as Ren jerked him off to… an embarrassingly quick conclusion. Jaune had been caught off guard, coming from a state of utter relaxation to one of total bewildered confusion and… Ren’s hands were very talented. And when he began to spurt, a white fountain spattering Ren’s hands, the both of them just smiled at Jaune, that distressingly common smile of their pride in being good servants. Jaune had been too flabbergasted by his “happy ending” to say anything, particularly as Ren licked his seed off his own hand while Nora cleaned Jaune up with her tongue.

From there… Jaune had tried to say no. To insist that their service wasn’t to be of a sexual nature, but Nora wouldn’t have it.

Cupping his groin with her hand, she’d pressed him against a wall and purred, “You’re too stressed, Jaune-Jaune. Let your servants tend to your needs…” She’d punctuated her remarks by squashing her boobs against his chest, making Jaune intimately aware of how busty his teammate was, then whispered into his ear, “And is it our fault you’re just so delicious? Are you really so cruel to give Renny and me only a taste? What a cruel Master,” she gave his hardening cock a sudden squeeze that made Jaune moan, “to play with our hearts like that…”

His attempts with Ren had, somehow, gone even worse. With a deep and profound sadness in his eyes, the Mistralian literally fell to his knees to ask Jaune for his forgiveness. He insisted that he would never again do anything that made assumptions “above his station” and Jaune didn’t know what to say other than insist that he’d merely been… surprised by the sudden sexual favors.

So Jaune had become familiar with the feeling of Ren’s hands around his dick. Particularly in the showers—Pyrrha liked doing late night workouts (even at Beacon, people liked to gawk at her celebrity) so after Jaune had been put through the ringer by his partner, he’d retire to the showers, where he’d soon hear a familiar voice in his ear whispering “Allow me to attend to you, my Lord” as a hand grasped his dick. He’d try not to blush on his way out as Pyrrha would comment on how much progress they were all making, and how grateful she was for how eager Ren and Nora were to help with his training.

Handjobs, of course, were soon topped with blowjobs—Nora informed Jaune that they had been “practicing,” and he didn’t ask for explanation—and now he was paralyzed in the dorms, sitting in his chair with his legs spread wide to accommodate two of his teammates/servants as they lavished his groin with loving attention.

“It’s such a nice, big cock,” Nora cooed, “If Renny wasn’t being so greedy, we could both suck on it together… but it’s okay. Renny really likes big cocks, he’s only got his little dick to play with without you, sir. So he really enjoys how big yours is.”

Oh, yes, the humiliation stuff. That had also been part of the switch to blowjobs. By now, the part of him that still insisted that he and Ren were equals was drowned out by the way Ren’s lips just… whenever Nora began to degrade him, it was like an electric current passed through Ren, energizing his talents to new heights! Jaune couldn’t even pretend he was capable of objecting by now!

Nora continued her verbal assault. “We’re so lucky to have you, sir,” she whispered, “Ren and I both knew we needed a real man in our lives. Poor Renny’s just not enough to satisfy me, and we’d have been so pathetic and unhappy without you.” She rose up, away from Jaune’s testicles, to put her hands on Ren’s head as he bobbed away on Jaune’s dick. “That’s right, Renny, keep doing that, you’re making our Lord so happy with us…”

He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t handle this madness, and so Jaune couldn’t do anything but release. Groaning, he pumped shot after shot into Ren’s hot and willing mouth, They had committed to draining his balls, and Jaune couldn’t help but comply as he gasped and wrung the last drops of his seed into Ren’s swelling cheeks, until cum began to leak out of his nose.

“Good boy!” Nora praised Ren as he slowly and reluctantly pulled himself off Jaune’s dick. “Now share! Aaaaaaaaaah!”

She opened her mouth expectantly as Ren kissed her, the two of them swapping Jaune’s cum between each other’s mouths before loudly and messily swallowing his load. Jaune just slumped back in his chair, wholly exhausted by what they’d just put the two of him through. If he’d been a real leader, he might have been able to take charge of this situation, but… well, what the hell were you supposed to do when it was your servants who were begging to be used by you? And where was he supposed to go for advice on something like this?

But as soon as Jaune’s self-recrimination returned, so to did Nora and Ren’s attention, the two of them still on their knees as they looked up to Jaune and… and smiled, that warm, soft smile that never failed to awaken the tenderness in his heart as Ren whispered, “Thank you, sir,” and Nora nodded her cheerful assent.

“I should be thanking you,” Jaune groaned, awed at how thoroughly they had wrung him dry.

LINE BREAK JAUNE

Team JNPR was, in a word, abnormal. Compared to RWBY and CFVY, who were themselves pretty extraordinary, Jaune had pretty quickly picked up that it wasn’t normal for the Team Leader to have two teammates volunteer as his sex slaves, and yet, somehow, the most extraordinary part of his Team was still Pyrrha.

Really, Jaune had never begun to imagine what the life of a celebrity was like, particularly one celebrated as a fighter. The sheer drive she brought to everything she did, her exercise routine, her endless study of modern combat techniques, the precision she brought to her weapon care… and then there were the burdens of fame. Visits to Vale had to be carefully managed (and Jaune was genuinely grateful for the help Ren and Nora offered to make them even possible) while Jaune became aware that there were places on Scrollnet that genuinely hated him for being paired with the Invincible Girl. Coco and Ruby commiserated with him, that his leadership challenges didn’t resemble theirs (if they only knew…), and Jaune often found himself as the point of contact between Beacon and Pyrrha in figuring out her appearances for events, especially related to the Vytal Tournament.

In the lead up to it, Pyrrha needed to make a weekend visit back to Argus—”Team Nikos,” the incorporated body that managed her career, required some sponsorship and endorsement paperwork to be signed in person—and left the dorms to Jaune, Nora, and Ren.

Who, predictably, took advantage in the sudden expansion of privacy to really step things up.

Of course, Nora explained, Jaune shouldn’t be left cold and alone when he had two perfectly good bedwarmers to attend to him. Friday night, it had just been that, the both of them hugging Jaune tightly, but chastely, in a way that made Jaune feel… good about himself, like a protector as he had his arms around his teammates, holding them close to him.

Saturday, however…

Nora was on top of him, the both of them completely naked, her heavy breasts engulfing Jaune’s face within their cleavage. With all the easy sex Jaune hadn’t expected the sight of Nora topless would catch him so off guard, but her chest was… glorious, and as she proffered her breasts to him, Jaune couldn’t resist, kissing, suckling, and licking every inch of generous titflesh that completely overwhelmed him. And as her wet, dripping pussy rubbed against his dick… Jaune knew what he wanted. Not just what was coming next, what he well and truly wanted.

“Ohhhhhh, sir,” Nora gasped, pressing her pussy lips, so warm and inviting, against his cockhead, “Would you… would you like my virginity? To be the first man to claim my pussy, to make me yours, forever?”

Jaune’s response was only a moan, muffled by Nora’s boobs.

“Mmmmm, are you seeing this Renny? Are you getting a good look at Jaune’s big cock before I make it disappear?” she pulled her boobs off Jaune’s face so she could grin at him and add, “Would sir mind if Ren touches himself while you claim me? He’s been fantasizing about this since we first began to serve you, my Lord?” She added a sultry roll on that word.

Glancing over to where Ren was watching them, his eyes wide and pleading, Jaune wasn’t sure how he felt about any of this, but telling him “no” felt… really cruel (but for all he knew, that’s what Ren wanted!) so he merely nodded and… saw Ren’s face light up as his hand reached for his dick. Nora quickly pulled Jaune’s attention back, however, as she took the moment to descend, her pussy eagerly taking on his entire dick.

“You’re so- so biiiiiiiig!” Nora squealed in delight, “Oh, oh, sir, you’re so- Gods, you’re amazing! Just- just amazing! Oh fuck me, fuck me, FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!”

Well, having come this far, what else could Jaune do?

Nora rode him hard and fast, like she did everything in life, with a wild enthusiasm as she bounced up and down on him. Her tits jiggled and swayed with every bounce, and he could hear the clap of her cheeks as her voluptuous form demonstrated a full and vigorous workout. Jaune was grateful for Ren’s training in meditation and self-control for keeping him from just shooting off in a heartbeat when this was what was riding him.

But Jaune well knew that Nora never did anything that wasn’t beyond the pale.

“Wouldn’t it be hot,” Nora moaned, “if Renny and I were both stuck watching? Both stuck touching ourselves while you, nnnn, you had a proper woman riding you? If you didn’t have to rely on peasant trash to satisfy your urges?”

Jaune sputtered his objections. “N-Nora!” he gasped, “You’re- you’re not- you’re more than good enough for-”

“No, Jaune-Jaune,” Nora replied, a wild grin on her face, “I-Imagine if- if you had Weiss riding you right now. You’d like that, right? Having Miss Perfect Princess losing her mind to your big, meaty cock? I bet her little pussy is perfect, so tight it would struggle to handle someone as big as you! Or if you had Yang’s big boobies bouncing in your face while Ren and I could see how much better Valeans are at making love? Wouldn’t that be amazing?”

All he could do was groan in response. Fuck, this was perverted, but it was impossible not to get drawn down into Nora’s dirty fantasies. Jaune had found plenty of sexual satisfaction from his teammates, but it was impossible not to notice that he was surrounded by beautiful women. He’d certainly noticed Weiss’s refined elegance, and would have likely asked her out if he didn’t have… this situation going on. And nobody missed what Yang was flaunting…

“Or maybe…” Ren’s voice timidly broke through, “M-maybe our Lord would desire… Pyrrha as his bride?”

That got Jaune’s attention, his eyes shooting wide as Nora’s rolled in arousal at the suggestion.

”Ohhhhhh,” Nora moaned in depraved lust, “Can you picture it, Jaune? The Invincible Girl, wearing nothing but her tiara, just riding you as her hair streamed behind her? I’ve seen her, when we shower together, and I’ve seen how much sexier she is than me. Her body is perfect, sir, she’s exactly what a Lord like you deserves.”

Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Jaune tried not to think about Pyrrha like that. Tried his hardest not to think of her sexually. He’d known her long enough to know about her hardships with what people saw of her, how they placed her on a pedestal and reduced her merely to her outside attributes. And… he was in relationship with the rest of his team, and he feared how easy it might be to slip into become some lecherous tyrant, taking advantage of those under his leadership.

But it seemed he’d only suppressed those thoughts, and with Ren and Nora’s encouragement, they came flooding back with a vengeance. He could picture exactly what Nora was saying. Pyrrha was riding him now, the sparkle of adoration transferred from Nora’s blue eyes to Pyrrha’s brilliant emeralds. Her figure was taut and athletic, yet still boasting an impressive bust as her pussy clenched around him. A figure of unreachable perfection was riding him like a whore, the idol, the fantasy of men around the world was all for him.

Nora moaned in delirious pleasure. “Ohhhhhhhh, someone likes Pyrrha!” she giggled, “That’s right, Jaune-Jaune. Think about Pyrrha, sexy, gorgeous, perfect Pyrrha riding you. The Goddess of Victory. Not some Mistralian gutter trash, a real woman! That’s what you deserve, my Lord, my KING! You should- unnnngh, you should- oh fuck, oh fuck, sir, oh sir, oh SIIIIIIIIIIIIR!”

Throwing her head back for a titanic orgasm, Nora shrieked so loudly that Jaune was certain RWBY got a good earful of what was going on across the hall. But he didn’t care. Not when he was picturing Pyrrha gloriously riding him, descending like a goddess onto Remnant to fuck his brains out. He couldn’t help himself but cum to that sight, erupting deep within Pyrrha’s pussy and flooding her with his seed. He was jolted back to reality as Nora toppled forward, her boobs cushioning her fall onto his chest as she met his gaze with a dizzy smile.

“Yaaaah,” she moaned, “Thass… thass righ’... f-fuck Pyrrha… y’should… fuck Pyrrha…”

He heard a grunt that signaled the last member of this strange relationship reaching his climax as well, followed by a slight whisper, “If… if you wish it… w-we can make it happen… sir.”

Jaune wasn’t sure if he answered anything, being way too out of it from his orgasm, but he heard a happy giggle from Nora that made Jaune feel utterly at peace with his strange, strange relationship as he drifted off to sleep.

LINE BREAK PYRRHA

Pyrrha was used to the perks of fame, and with it, the awkward discomfort that came from people bending over backwards just to appease what might appear to be her desire. It was a cold and isolating life, where every word, every expression could be interpreted as displeasure and bring everything crashing down around her. After her second Mistralian Regional victory, she’d complained to her mother about how her driver had been late—it had actually been her fault, she’d been too caught up in the thrill of victory and gone to the wrong pickup zone—only to learn the next day that the man had been fired. The guilt stuck with her, only 15 years old and she’d cost a man his job just because she was a petulant teen. So… she’d learned to keep her thoughts and feelings concealed, to make it clear that she was the one at fault for anything. Yang told her that she was too apologetic for her own good—Pyrrha knew that her apologies were what kept the authorities at Beacon from moving to carry out “her” will. As stern as Ms. Goodwitch was, Pyrrha knew that if she told the administration she didn’t like something—or someone—at Beacon, things would change.

But this, this… situation with Ren and Nora, this was beyond what even Pyrrha was used to. Jaune was the one bulwark between them and Vale’s… rather severe immigration laws. Pyrrha was, herself, a Mistralian immigrant, but her student visa gave her effectively the same legal protections Ruby or Jaune enjoyed. But that was because she had parents in Mistral who could vouch and sign for her. Even Blake, an ex-terrorist, could appeal to the consulate for Menagerie if she fell into legal trouble and expect the full rights entitled to the accused. Without Jaune, and his status as a member of a Noble House, Ren and Nora… had almost no rights. Beacon could step in (at least she hoped they would), but even then, it was likely that, should they be accused of any crime, no matter how flimsy, they’d likely spend time in a cell before things could be straightened out. Pyrrha had heard stories of wicked men who took refugees and effectively enslaved them, but looking at the legal status of her close personal friends… she knew those had to be more than just stories.

So their gratitude was both extraordinary and proportionate. And overwhelming. Pyrrha saw a familiar look in Jaune’s eyes every time Ren offered him a pen, much less a massage. The look of someone who knew how much power she had over someone that they never asked for. And… and that temptation that came with it. But at the same time… and Pyrrha hated herself for even thinking it…

It gave them something in common.

As Nora quickly became more and more a confidant, the cheerfully energetic girl proving to be a surprisingly good listener, Pyrrha felt confident enough to even admit this fact to her. It was tough, especially because it involved so much of Nora’s own… situation, but she just smiled as Pyrrha admitted to it. But then, Nora, well… They were showering after a good workout—Jaune was improving so quickly!—and Pyrrha had found something about the bare vulnerability of the showers that made it easier to open up. But that meant that Pyrrha suddenly became particularly aware that Nora and her were both naked as her bubbly teammate drew closer. Nora was always a… handsy girl in pretty much every situation, but this was very different.

“You like having something in common with Jaune, do you?” she asked, “Well, I have something that’ll give you a lot in common with him.”

With that, she dropped to her knees. “Nora!” Pyrrha gasped in surprise as her teammate looked up at her, as though she was the one being ridiculous.

“Jaune wants us taking care of the whole team’s stress, and you are so very stressed, Pyr,” Nora whispered seductively from between Pyrrha’s thighs before inhaling the scent of Pyrrha’s pussy, “And trust me… I’m going to enjoy this as much as you do.”

“B-but-” she protested, “I don’t- you can’t-”

“Can’t?” she asked, playfully, “What do you think Renny is doing for Jaune right now? He had so many objections, too, at first. But it’s not hard to tell what you really want. You’re so kind and generous to me ‘n Renny, but it’s time you remembered why you’re our betters…”

Pyrrha attempted to tell Nora no, to stop her from doing anything more, but before she could do anything, Nora had buried her face in Pyrrha’s muff and… proceeded to introduce Pyrrha to what sexual pleasure felt like. Her public repression had left deep marks on her, and it had left her… inexperienced with even self-pleasure, meaning that Nora’s tongue utterly dominated Pyrrha with very little effort. Soon, she could do little more than pant as she leaned against the shower tile and let Nora have her way with her.

“That’s it,” Nora said with a muffled voice, “Give in to pleasure. Let this dirty peasant tend to her sexy Goddess’s needs…”

“Nuh-noooo,” Pyrrha whimpered, feeling that familiar guilt rising up within her.

“You’re worried about what’ll happen if you’re selfish,” Nora patiently explained, in between licking Pyrrha’s clit, “but that’s what I want. I want you to treat me like street trash, to use me for your pleasure. Go on,” she whispered, a wicked tendril curling through Pyrrha’s mind, “show me the entitled bitch you want to be! Show me the Invincible Girl who takes what she wants!”

With a trembling hand, Pyrrha gripped Nora by the hair… and pressed her face deeper into her pussy. Nora trembled with glee as Pyrrha was rewarded with pleasure, Nora’s tongue diving ever deeper into her slit, which made her mash her face even harder against her box. A wild, wicked glee surged within Pyrrha as she dominated the smaller girl, as her powerful thighs clenched around Nora’s face and made her eat her out like- like- l-like-

LIKE THE BITCH SHE WAS!

With a cry of victory, Pyrrha allowed herself to indulge in her triumph over a weaker girl! She forced Nora to pleasure her until she came, nearly suffocating her teammate with her pussy until, after Pyrrha soaked her face in her juices, Nora could only murmur a dizzy thank you as she toppled backwards onto the shower floor. She looked… pathetic, a well-used sex toy, her face smeared with pussy juice. Pyrrha couldn’t resist the urge to plant her foot between her teammate’s ridiculous tits and show Nora who her goddess was.

“Mmmm… thaaaank you…” Nora giggled, writhing in pleasure beneath her foot, “Oh, if only you could teach Jaune-Jaune to be so… dominant in the bedroom…”

Jaune.

All of a sudden, Pyrrha’s divine confidence evaporated as she jumped back in fright, realizing she’d just- she’d just- oh gods, she’d- she’d made her teammate eat her out and stepped on her like she was some kind of-

“It’s alright, Pyr, it’s alright,” Nora gently soothed the girl who, only moments before, had been happy to treat her like refuse, “I told you, I wanted to see that side of you. And like I said, what do you think Renny is doing for Jaune right now?”

Pyrrha blinked, trying to process it. She’d been… distracted earlier, but Ren was… w-with Jaune? Her mind quickly conjured an image of Jaune… n-naked, and with the slender Mistralian o-on his knees like Nora was, the both of them…

“It’s a nice thought, isn’t it?” Nora asked, wrapping a hand around Pyrrha’s leg. “Mmmmm, Jaune’s such a stud and he doesn’t even know it, his cock is soooooo big, but he barely lets us play with it! But that’s what makes it so hot. He’s the one who decides what we get. He has all the power…”

Yes… Jaune wasn’t used to power. He wasn’t like Pyrrha, who had bested so many others, had humbled the strongest warriors in Mistral, who showed them how inferior they were, but right now, right now, he was showing Ren that he was a real man…

“That’s right,” Nora cooed, “Poor Renny and I have the hardest time around Jaune. He’s so… powerful and we’re just peasants who can only beg for his attention. But you, Pyrrha… You’re like him, you’re royalty, and you-”

“-can put a bitch in her place,” Pyrrha completed, a powerful snarl coming to her voice that made Nora shiver. But once again… her confidence began to flicker as her thoughts turned back to Jaune. “But… would Jaune… he wouldn’t- wouldn’t understand what-”

“Shhhhhh, don’t worry,” Nora soothed her, “You’ve got your Argus trip coming up, so think about what you want, and when you get back… Renny and I will make sure everything’s in place for you.”

Pyrrha smiled down at Nora, finding herself increasing at ease with this arrangement. “You and Ren do good work,” she complimented.

“I live to serve,” Nora purred, glancing back at Pyrrha’s pussy, “And on that note…”

“Get to work,” Pyrrha grunted, parting her thighs for her bitch to attend to her. Yes, she knew that Nora wouldn’t fail her, and when she got back from Argus, it would… it would be good to be the Goddess.