Kink Fics (10/11)

“Jaune!”

The sound of his name was enough for Jaune to dutifully spring into action, swiftly changing course to enter Mrs. Schnee’s room. She was seated at a table, a freshly poured glass of wine (Jaune’s eyes slightly narrowed at that—he’d been doing so well to get her consumption down) beside her, as well as her scroll. And the look on her face told Jaune that she was taking a lot to compose herself—particularly fortified with wine—rather than give into her obvious fury.

“Ma’am?” Jaune asked with a courteous nod. As a domestic servant for House Schnee, he knew how to navigate such situations. Experience had been a good teacher—the wealthy were volatile, and were as likely to act rashly as they were to take advice poorly. But in moments like these, it was his job to be the sort of invisible presence, the human infrastructure, that helped the Schnee Family handle things more… productively. Guiding and redirecting her frustration away from anything too destructive was as much his real job as it was managing the affairs of the house.

“It was that damnable Ivy Cerul!” she spat, “She just called me to ask if I was planning on attending the Heather Foundation’s Gala on Saturday, and of course she knew I wasn’t, only to spring on me that she would be showing up, along with Portia, Jade, and Scarlett! It’s going to be an event, now, and I won’t… I...” Mrs. Schnee visibly darkened. “She’s trying to make me look like a bitch, isn’t she… charity event of the season and everyone will be asking where I am! Jaune-”

“Already taken care of,” he said with a respectful nod. He’d hoped to be able to broach this subject more gracefully, but he should have known that Mrs. Cerul wouldn’t wait to spring her taunts. “When I got word from a friend of mine in Mrs. Cerul’s staff that she was intending to make a dramatic appearance, I made a point to immediately call the Foundation to let them know you’ll be attending the Gala, and I made sure you had a dress prepared for the night.”

“But what about-”

But Jaune was, of course, on top of things. “I rescheduled your racquetball practice to make sure you had the morning to prepare, as well as checked with my contact on Mrs. Cerul’s staff,” thank the gods Jaune got along so well with other servants, and far better than their employers got on with them, “to ensure that you would have a distinct advantage in couture over her.”

“You are a godsend,” Mrs. Schnee chuckled as she raised her glass to him.

“Just doing my job,” Jaune replied with a polite bow before taking his leave.

Jaune was grateful for the Schnee family. When his father passed, the financial future of the Arc family was suddenly thrown into uncertainty, with each sibling trying to find work where they could. It was tricky—only Saphron was older than 18 at the time, and things were looking very dire before Jaune happened to meet Mr. Sieben, the Head Butler of the Schnee Household, who, in a mix of pity and admiration for Jaune’s obvious hardworking nature (he always said it was far more the latter than the former, but Jaune suspected that was more courtesy than anything), offered Jaune a job on the household staff.

They paid very well, covered his room and board, and that let him send money back to his family. Mr. Sieben gave him an excellent education in how to run a household, and he had a good eye for Jaune’s natural talents, which meant that very soon he had taken over for the old man. And… and while it had taken him a while to find his place in the family, his rapid promotion to butler wasn’t just to give Mr. Sieben more time off. He’d been able to reach the Schnees and soften the harder edges of the family, making Mr. Schnee realize, at least an inkling, the price his family was paying for his all-consuming need to prove himself, helping Mrs. Schnee pull herself back from the brink of alcoholism, giving Whitley a reprieve from the loneliness and isolation no one realized was slowly wearing him down. It had become a second home to Jaune, a place where he felt safe and supported, and let him support his first family.

And there were… other benefits...

Jaune, however, tried not to let those thoughts distract him. There was still work to be done—a glance at the clock told him that he needed to attend to laundry right now, and then, after that, he’d have to check on Whitley to ensure he was doing his homework, followed by letting the cook (his sister Blanche—hired immediately on the one-two punch of his recommendation and a taste of her coq a vin) know what the family was feeling for dinner.

A butler’s work was never done.

Ah, but that was only a saying, really. As Jaune attended to those tasks, he knew he actually had some downtime before dinner. For most Atlesian butlers, preparing for dinner and setting the table would be part of their duties, but Mrs. Schnee insisted that Jaune eat with the family, rather than serve. So did Whitley, who saw him more as an older brother, and, yes, Jaune had Weiss’s quiet support as well. Mr. Schnee could not vote against 3/5ths of the family, even less so because they all knew that Winter would throw in her support behind Jaune as well, if only to querulously challenge her father’s wishes.

A quick check around the house for anything out of place or any immediate issues he needed to stay on top of confirmed that, yes, Jaune had some time to himself. Blanche had, of course, teased him about what “other duties” he might be attending to, but Jaune remained professionally above such gossip—his position in the Schnee Household was secure, but he wasn’t going to flaunt-

Jaune’s thoughts were cut off as he arrived at his room, and...

And...

And Weiss was there. Waiting for him.

This was… less unusual than anyone other than the two of them knew. It would be quite scandalous if people knew that the Heiress to the SDC was having a… relationship with the help, so they kept it secret. A tricky thing—there was nothing Weiss would rather do more than let her father know that she was in love with a man beneath her standing, but doing so would jeopardize Jaune’s position. And while there was definitely speculation—as Blanche was happy to engage in—they kept things discreet enough that nobody could confirm it. A surprise visit to Jaune’s room wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to, except for one thing.

What she was wearing.

Perched on a pair of black high heels, fishnet stockings rose up to the frilly white trim beneath a black miniskirt. A white apron hung over it, leading Jaune’s eyes up to the black corset that squeezed Weiss’s chest into an expanse of exposed cleavage that could easily compete with her sister. A black choker was looped around her pale, elegant neck, and it was all topped off with a frilly white headdress subtly nestled in her white hair.

She was the very image of a Valean maid, particularly as she gave him a respectful curtsy.

“H-hey, Weiss...” Jaune said, finally remembering words.

"Bonsoir, Monsieur,” she said, respectfully. “I have… taken ze liberty of duzting Monsieur’s room. Are zhere any… other tasks that need doing?”

A good butler was always on top of things. But right now, the matter he wanted to be on top of was making it quite difficult to play his role. But Weiss, seeing his jaw hanging open in disbelief at what he was seeing, giggled musically as she flounced her way across the room.

“I inzist,” she purred, taking her fingers and running them up Jaune’s chest, “that zhere is no problem too big for moi to handle...”

At this, Jaune’s instincts took over where his mind could not. Seizing Weiss roughly, even over her cries of, “Oh! Monsieur!” he pulled her close and let his lips collide with hers. Even in her guise as a Valean maid, there was always something… exquisite about Weiss, and her lips, the pure, soft sweetness of her lips against hers never failed to take Jaune’s breath away. She was a creature of pure delicateness, someone who, even as Jaune laundered her clothing, attended to her picky eating habits, and cleaned her room, seemed almost beyond the grasp of the mortal world. Even with his eyes closed to passionately kiss her, he could picture her hair, as pure and white as the freshly-fallen snow, her slender frame, held tight in his arms, or her heavenly body, so artistically proportioned…

He was caught between a desire to tear the dress from her body and reveal her in all her naked glory and a sense that such a trespass was unforgivable.

Weiss broke the kiss, and Jaune saw the saucy smirk on her face as he opened his eyes. “Oh, Master Arc,” she sighed, theatrically, “you’re such… such a brute to take advantage of moi like zhis. My girlish heart zimply can’t help itself around you!”

He could see it in her eyes. Could see what she wanted. For all Jaune’s image of Weiss, she was not a delicate, blushing virgin. She came to his quarters dressed as a slutty maid because she wanted something.

And what kind of servant would he be if he didn’t serve his employer’s wishes?

With a grin, he declared, “You can’t help yourself? How can I possibly control myself when you’re dressed like such a slut!” Weiss squealed in his arms as he punctuated his remark by grabbing the front of her dress and yanking it down.

Though Weiss was a slender girl, her breasts were well sized for her body, two perfect teardrops topped with frosty pink nipples that stood out proudly against her pale skin. Jaune lunged to feast upon them, feeling the softness of her supple flesh as he licked and sucked on every inch he could.

“Oh- oh, Master Arc!” she gasped, “You- you can’t- it ez forbidden!”

“I don’t care what’s forbidden!” he growled at his girlfriend/employer’s daughter/maid, “You’re mine. And I take what I want!”

Throwing her on his bed, Weiss squeaked as she bounced on the mattress, but before she had a chance to catch her breath, Jaune was upon her. Flipping up her criminally tiny skirt, he ran a finger up her lazy panties, feeling the obvious wetness and making Weiss shiver.

“I- I can- I can explain...” she mumbled, weakly.

But Jaune was beginning to feel the character of the lecherous Master come over him. Why shouldn’t he enjoy the fruits of his property? Why shouldn’t he make his servants… service him?

“I think your mouth has better things it could be doing,” he growled. Weiss struggled not to light up at the sound of him becoming more dominant as she reached forward with trembling hands to undo his belt and gently reveal his growing erection. She gasped, looking up to him with pleading eyes, half saying no, but the other half very much saying yes.

“B-but… Monsieur, I am your-”

“Should I find someone else who’d appreciate the salary you’re collecting from me? Someone willing to work for it?”

“N-no, sir!” she squeaked and pulled down Jaune’s boxers. His cock was now throbbing as Weiss marveled at its size. She liked telling him that he was bigger than other men, whispering in their private trysts that the scions of wealthy families lacked the raw masculinity Jaune brought into the bedroom. Jaune suspected it was all talk—at least, he assumed Weiss didn’t have much experience with what Henry Marigold had in his pants—but he had to admit, it did get him going.

But as Weiss ran her tongue up the length of his shaft, any thoughts of other men were completely forgotten. There was only Weiss and her sinfully talented mouth that could at once play the role of the trembling virgin while not neglecting any of her artful skill at cocksucking. She claimed it was from her extensive practice and training as a singer that gave her incredible control over her lips and tongue. Jaune didn’t care how she got it as she played his organ like an instrument and left him moaning in pleasure.

“That’s.. .that’s a good girl,” he groaned, “servicing your Master… you know your place, know where you belong.”

“Of course, Sir,” he said, carefully fluttering her tongue along his glans and making Jaune’s cock twitch. Fuck, she was really giving it to him today! As he slid his fingers into her hair and ran his thumb over her white headdress, Jaune wondered if he might have forgotten that today was his birthday or if there was some other reason she wanted to make him struggle not to go off in an instant. He tightened his grip, knowing that Weiss enjoyed it when he got rough, and his girl had a particular love of hair pulling. In fact…

Yanking her off his dick, he savored the look of pure pleasure that crossed Weiss’s face, her eyes rolling from his rough treatment, before she artfully replaced it with a fearful look. “Did- Did I displease Sir? I- I promise I can-”

He cut her off with a glare as he stroked his dick with his other hand. He was so close, and with Weiss’s wide eyed expression, it was only a matter of moments before…

With a groan, Jaune’s cock jerked and released a stream of pearly white cum to splatter on Weiss’s face. And thanks to everything Weiss did to get him fired up, Jaune had no shortage of seed to douse her with, jet after jet leaving her face a runny mess of his cum. She looked… gods, she looked sexy, particularly as it dripped down her lips and into her mouth, her tongue unconsciously swirling up for a taste. He’d already fired off, but one look at her dazed face, marked with his seed, seeing the heiress of the SDC, the perfect Schnee princess in a tattered outfit and splattered with cum… it had Jaune’s cock raring for another go.

“On the bed!” he barked. “Legs spread you slut!”

She snapped to position as Jaune grabbed her panties and pulled them aside. Her pussy—gods above, had there ever been a more perfect snatch in existence?—was puffy with need and so very, very wet. Jaune had feasted on it, dutifully tending to his lady’s pleasure. Weiss had the more artful tongue, but Jaune knew that diligence got results. Weiss moaned, her thighs pressing tight against his cheeks as Jaune flicked and teased her clit. He liked eating his girlfriend out, but… but now, he was the Master and she the servant. Her pussy, like all of Weiss, belonged to him today. So he shouldn’t hesitate to use it.

Slamming his dick into her, Jaune didn’t care if anyone might hear the wild shriek Weiss made. The feeling of her velvety inner walls as they squeezed and caressed his dick was worth getting fired for. Hell, as he moaned in pleasure as he began to slide in and out in steady, powerful thrusts, Jaune knew this was worth getting hanged for. Weiss’s pussy was just that incredible.

“O-oh! M-Master Arc!” she cried in her sexy, feigned accent, “You are so- so rough, so, mmmm… so manly, taking this domestique as your plaything!”

Gods, Weiss could be such a naughty slut. Gripping her thighs as he plowed her, Jaune knew there was no way in all of Remnant he could ever have deserved a girlfriend like this. And he’d pay her back, but tonight, Jaune was just going to use her, use her like his plaything, his property, his personal slut, and Weiss loved it. She loved it rough and Jaune was hammering her cunt with all he had.

“Oh- OH SIR!” she shrieked as her own climax overtook her. Jaune felt some satisfaction in paying her back, putting her on the backfoot of trying not to cum too quickly, but he was far more attentive to his own rising climax. As his fingers tightened, surely leaving a mark on Weiss’s pristine flesh, he felt a familiar tightness within him as…

“Of, FUCK!” he gasped as he released. As he painted Weiss’s womb as white as her namesake, he felt the exertion of two rounds, back to back, immediately catch up to him and take the wind right out of his chest. Hoooooo, Weiss could really get him going when she wanted him to. Lying back on the bed beside his high born beauty, Jaune took a moment to catch his breath.

“If daddy could see us now...” Weiss mused, making Jaune’s heart stop. But she giggled, clearly seeing the look on his face. “Oh, don’t you start!” she teased, “You know that my mom would be over the moon if you were her son-in-law, and whatever my father might think, I am 18, and I can choose to date who I wish. You need to start asserting yourself more, Jaune.”

Jaune gave her a wry grin. “And if I started by suggesting you could start washing your own laundry...”

“You wouldn’t dare!” she gasped in mock-affrontement, before the both of them collapsed into a fit of laughter.

At the end of it, Weiss snuggled in close, resting her head on his broad chest and allowing him to wrap an arm around her protectively. What they had might not be the most socially acceptable relationship, but with Weiss… he felt like what they had would be enough. And as he gave her a comforting squeeze and she gave a sleepy, contented murmur, Jaune knew that this was very much what he wanted.

Though he reminded himself, before he drifted off to sleep, that he did have a few duties to attend to before dinner… and Weiss would probably be in the mood for a second round once she was up from her nap. Ah… a butler’s work was never done!