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Esmeralda Arc had watched her father leave after the court had granted their mother the divorce, the man’s face crestfallen, as she remembered how things had started.
He’d been with another woman, cheating on their mother with her, the feeling of being tossed aside for someone else hurting a bit, even with her at age 10, one of the last sisters that had still not moved out. The others were already moving out, the fights having gotten worse, their father having had trouble with keeping up with the situation as it was.
“Come, girls. We need to make sure that we get back home and I’ll start you on dinner. Jaune should still be in school.”
Esmeralda had a bad feeling about this, as her mother told her to get along, the opinions of them, the children, never asked.
She would learn half a year later that full custody had been awarded to their mother, who had not really been more than a stay-at-home wife, life continuing on.
The first time she watched her mother hit her younger brother, she had been stunned.
The second time she saw his six-year-old face recoil back, her mother’s hand raised and the sound of the slap still in the air, she almost interfered, the smell of alcohol on her mother’s breath, the words still ringing in her ears.
“You’re so much like your father!”
Words that had rang out, words that had brought out the dark emotions within their mother.
She had been out with her friends when her sister Saphron had called her. She had been out with her friends, trying to get Clyde to become her boyfriend, showing a bit more skin than she would’ve normally done, with the message of ‘Jaune’s in the hospital, he fell down the stairs, come quick.’.
Saphron, a lovely older sister that was gayer than the Lesbian Gay Nation Choir, didn’t know how Mom treated him. She was the only one, aside from Jaune who lived at home, so Saphron didn’t really know what Mom did.
Three cracks in his skull, brain swelling from the fall and a broken eyesocket, and a recovery period, Mom never really admitting to anything, but there had been a lady from social services who had spoken with her.
“Did your mother ever hit you, or your little brother?”
It was the question that haunted her, knowing that she had answered it wrongly.
“No. She doesn’t hit us.”
It had been stupidity from her to answer it, as their mother had not really wanted to hit him, Jaune just looked like his father.
She had been angry and frustrated with her father back then.
Even now at age twenty-one she was not really on speaking terms with the man, knowing that he worked a harsh job on some sort of boat, not really the stuff that she liked to think about, but her brother had been somewhat different after the fall.
The others had their differing perspectives. Kara had moved back in after the divorce from her husband. Emma had flirted with a married man named Scott and had gotten shot at by the psycho wife, whilst their mother had accepted all of them back.
“Hey sis.”
There was that cool tone of voice, the blue eyes looking at her like she was something that was below his notice, even with the sight of his body to distract her. It was cozy in their family’s home, something that their mother had gotten from the divorce settlement, and yet it showed that their youngest sibling, their only brother, was the one living in the basement. He kept himself occupied there with some stuff on his PC, only going out for trips to the gym or school, his attention diverted between the daily goings-on at school and trying to keep out of the house as much as he possibly could, since mom had it in for him.
It didn’t get physical anymore, that had stopped after he’d landed in the hospital, but she sure as hell didn’t stop her verbal attacks, telling him that he had been the cause of everything going wrong, as much as Esmeralda caught in between her own issues.
It was a troubling feeling, and one that she didn’t really know how to answer.
Jaune did not have friends. Company, maybe, but friends?
He hadn’t even been able to go to school again for a week or three now, since the school administration had said that he was a ‘danger to all women’ or something, but Esmeralda could only guess that he was just cool towards people, the distant look in his eyes both entrancing and distant, as she wondered about whether her brother had friends again.
She hadn’t ever heard one word being spoken about a friend or something that would resemble that, no girlfriends, no friends that came up in casual conversation, only trying to work on himself whilst out at the gym, and it showed in his physique.
A workout build, something that made muscles ripple when he flexed his arms, to the point where she’d had to tell her friends that her brother was illegal-aged, before they’d start making comments about showing him a few things…
Not that it had helped much, Marcy having tried to seduce her brother because he had a six-pack, and his response had been chilly.
“He said to me that I wasn’t worth his time- How can your brother just do that, Esme?! He just said that to me, as if I didn’t have these babies! The guys love them!”
Her friend had been like that.
She felt tired.
A lot of her friends thought her little brother, standing at 6’3 or something, was ‘hot’, and they didn’t know that he was about to be barely legal, that he was cold and closed-off, that he was just focusing on the gym.
It worried her, more than she’d ever admit.
It was just how things worked out in the world.
Another push-up, letting his muscles strain a little, as he made sure to keep them in his view, watching him go through the exercise routine, running a hand through his hair afterwards, keeping it a little longer than it should be.
Short hair made the Witch complain that he looked so much like his father. Short hair made her lash out verbally.
He hated that.
The giggle and the soft brush of fingers over his side came as an expected surprise, as he turned his head to see one of his fellow gym-goers, her name Cinder.
Personally, he thought she was a stupid, vain bitch, but she had her charms.
“Miss me much, handsome?”
Older, a firm set of breasts on her that were a high-C cup, a body that was smoking hot and long dark hair and golden-hued eyes, as well as a body that looked good without clothing.
“If I did, you would probably be less interested in me, Cinder. Now let me get some reps in.”
Everything in the world was how it was, and he didn’t feel a damn thing.
His eyes were sharp as ice, as he knew that Cinder would leave him be after she had her ‘fun’.
Fun, as in showing her status off to the other girls in the gym, several whom were giving envious looks to her. It was stupid, it was what the women all seemed to be, and he was quite sick of it… but he knew that there was strength in it.
“Oh, perhaps I’ll entertain you with a coffee… Do you take two sugars or one?”
Jaune smirked and his hand smacked her butt, just out of sight, Cinder stiffening a little. She responded to getting physically manhandled, and her eyes smouldered with that taunt that she levelled.
“How about I take one Cinder with the coffee, and you can humour me a little later?”
It wasn’t worth his time to call her a ‘girlfriend’.
She used him, and he used her.
“Sure, let’s have some fun later on..”
Cinder was a bad influence, a student at the local university at age 24, someone who should be all rights have a boyfriend, not messing around with some eighteen-year-old guy that could’ve been with some girl that was his age…
If they had been worth it.
They hardly were.
Cinder Ella Fall was someone who held the power in her tightly clenched fists. Jaune Arc, her… whatever he was, was currently resting himself on the couch in the apartment that she was currently renting with one of her friends from her work, the guy dressed only in his boxers, after he’d gotten down on his knees and made sweet, sweet love to her folds.
A man could be useful for such things, even if he was cold and distant, but his skills, after she’d taught him the tricks, were worth keeping around.
“You want to get this show on the road, Cinder?”
He taunted her, a cocky, arrogant guy, but so easy to bully and cajole.
Really, she didn’t know why he was considered to be aloof, he was hard as a rock whenever she decided to give him head, a trick that she’d picked up in her time in foster care, where she’d had the tender mercies of some of her foster siblings taking her virginity, and other things that hardly were worth recalling.
The power that she felt she had over him, even when she let the control go to him and she let him do his thing, was intoxicating.
“I think you should serve your better, Jaune. You’ve licked me out well enough.”
It was all the time for the game to be over, to have the feeling of control, dangling her carrot in front of him until he was in love with her, before she’d be able to crush his spirits, because she loathed that look in his eyes.
Fun, he was.
Besotted with her? Not so much.
“And you’re the girl that’s going to reciprocate, aren’t you? Someone squirted.”
She was a bad, bad person… but she’d keep him pleased.
“Maybe, if you’re a good boy, I’ll reciprocate. Until you are a good boy though…”
She paused, looking at his muscular form slouched there on the couch, eyes looking up at her. Men were easy. He was easy, she had the control.
“I might even give you a bit of a hand.”
There was nothing that would even stop her, as she sauntered over to him, that body of his like a treat, just the type of man that she liked, as she sat herself down, the feeling of her own attraction and desire towards this young and most importantly hung stud thrown aside, her fingers brushing over that masculine, strong form, knowing that he had been eating her out only ten minutes ago.
The feeling of power was entrancing, as she looked him over, the smile on his face making her shudder, her fingers sliding down to the waistband of his underwear, seeing the outline of that massive manhood that laid there, her fingers pulling the underwear down, the fat shaft laid on his abdomen, as she let a finger slide over the hot hard shaft, her eyes looking up at him.
“A hand, or are you going to make some moves with that hand, Cinder?”
He was cool, he was collected, the warm feeling in her belly heating her, as she wrapped her hand around his cock, feeling his bigger hand brush through her hair, as she let her other hand tug the underwear below his balls, opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around that massive cockhead of his, giving it a languid suck, as his fingers tangled in her hair and forced her head down.
She narrowed her eyes at him, but she nevertheless continued, the loud gulping sound from her throat almost like an encore, feeling that hot, warm shaft slide deep down her throat, the heavy choking that she gave not at all being tolerated by him, as she was held down.
‘You think you’ve got power, but that’s all mine.’
She let him throat-fuck her, knowing that he was someone that was just as beautiful as she was, someone who was strong and masculine, rather than some bitches that thought they had the ‘best’ relationship ever.
“Come on, Cinder. Show me what you’ve learned from getting to deal with my cock.”
Arrogant, cocky and self-assured, he was, but her eyes glared at him, knowing that she should’ve kept her mouth shut about this massive cock that he had between his legs.
She knew barely anything about him since he didn’t talk about his family life, but that was what made this little deal something that served her benefit. Sex was a way of getting pleasure, as she tasted the pre-cum on her tongue, the hot, warm taste of pre-spunk growing on her tongue, as she fought to keep herself from gagging again, her whole body trembling with the sweet pleasure that came when he slammed her head down.
He had a damn good tongue there with his pussy licking skill, so she’d humour him, as her hair was waving back and forth, tasting the hot pre-cum again, as he groaned.
“You’re going to be getting some milk, Cinder. Come on, ask me for it.”
She was jerked up, her scalp screaming in pain as she was roughly pulled up, that cock resting against her chin, a blast of pre-cum dripping from her throat, the heady, strong scent in her nostrils.
“Come and give me some of that milk then, boy. You’re a teenager, you can’t match up to a real man.”
Her head was down, tickling her nostrils with his pubes, feeling how he swelled bigger than before, like some bloated, fat cock that needed to blast a load down her throat, his voice growling at her, as she suckled on that cock, her pussy almost squirting, the pain a rush for her, as she let her body angle down a little, so it didn’t hurt her neck as much, her whole body aching with the sparks of desire, as he groaned, the hot warm thick seed plastering her tongue, like a pudding that was like yogurt, pushed out from that slit onto her throat, Cinder swallowing.
“That’s a good girl.”
She was a woman, but she didn’t think about it much, as she felt him pull her head up, the tongue licking over that orgasming cock, knowing that he was just warming up. His loads were massive, and he was built like some despoiler, as she was pulled off his cock, the cum drooling like thick clumps over his cock, the heady smell making her light-headed as she swallowed.
‘A dangerous man, but one that I can control.’
She had taken his virginity, and he had been a good student.
“You want to go and do it today, Cinder?”
His voice was cocky and arrogant, to Cinder’s ears, but she grabbed that thick hard cock of his, jerking it slowly, letting the cum drool from the tip, down over that hot pole, the heavy musky smell of it making her light-headed with that masculine burst of pleasure that shot through her lower body at the thought of sex.
“Maybe, you’re not being a good boy, teasing me like this.”
She wasn’t someone who would let this all slip away, her fingers tracing the veins, knowing that they’d probably go and have sex.
“Guess you’re a bad woman then, Cinder.”
He didn’t think about it that much, she guessed, but she got up, the underwear that she wore (not for him, of course, she’d never wear underwear like that for a man) sliding down, as she grabbed that cock.
“Come to daddy, Cinder.”
His hand smacked her rump, letting her feel her buttocks quiver, sliding down that hard cock and letting out a soft thrill of enjoyment, as she felt him slide deep, her womb wrenching open.
Not many men had such big penises that it got her pleasure immediately, but he was one of them. She moved slowly, her hips twisting and twitching, hands on her hips guiding her, as she had taught him.
Her breasts bounced, as her raven-dark hair brushed his face.
‘Kissing is forbidden.’
She wished that she could, but this was just a use-and-use situation between the two of them, not letting things devolve into anything that would be more of a use-and-love situation. She wasn’t the type to fall in love, even as she squeaked in pleasure, her asshole feeling a little poke at it, as his finger pressed against that pucker, her mouth making a whimper, as he tried something new.
“You’re my woman, Cinder.’
He grew bigger. She was on the pill, of course, but for a moment, she felt a slight blast of regret come with the first little throbbing pulse of that cock, as pre-cum shot into her, shivering a little, her whole body shaking, as she closed her eyes.
A hand shot up and he pressed her head down, eyes opening wide to stare into cold, azure depths, before her mouth pressed against his, and he kissed her.
Her pussy clenched, her body leaned down, pressing against his chest, her breasts tingling, as she felt her pussy spark, orgasmic juices starting to work on that cock, coating the shaft with that massive burst of juice splashing over it, dripping around him.
“Asshole.”
She hissed, but his finger pushed into her puckered hole, her eyes going wide, as she made an indecent moan.
“Like you asked for, Cinder.’
She felt her cheeks heat up, as that finger pushed deeper, fingering her asshole, shivering a little with that pleasure that shot through her at the touch, her asshole clenching, trying to force him out.
She hadn’t had that done to her before, but he fingered her ass.
“You’re a motherfucker, Jaune, I’m-”
Her head cracked back, as she could see anger in his eyes, and she knew that she would have a mark in the morning, one of her lips busted from where her teeth had bit into it, blood filling her mouth, but her pussy was oh-so-fucking damn turned on right now.
“I’m the guy that fucks a loose pussy, Cinder. Don’t think that you can fuck me without knowing that you’re my bitch.”
She was tempted to come with a retort, but her cheek ached, as he looked at her, that look of steel in those eyes making her unusually randy, feeling the blood drip down her lip.
“Oh, who’s your bitch, Jaune? You’re just a teenage boy that-”
His hand grabbed her throat and squeezed, cutting her sentence off, her eyes going wide, as her hands grabbed his large hand, trying to force him to let go, the asphyxiation making her feel even better, if that were the case.
She had to wonder whether she was a masochist or something, but didn’t think about that as she was now quite bereft of air, her whole body trying to wriggle out of his grip, her vision going blurry, before he let go of her throat and she coughed, feeling her pussy tighten up.
“That was a warning, Cinder.”
She was so fucking turned on right now that she couldn’t even feel the anger starting up, as she tried to force herself off him, only to realize that she didn’t want the pleasure to go away.
“You’re a bastard, I’m-”
Another smack to her cheek, lighter, as she looked down at him, heat and passion in her chest warring with indignation.
“You’re going to be meeker, Cinder. I don’t tolerate you saying that to me when you’re riding my cock.”
She bit her lip, tasting the blood, her eyes looking balefully at him, but her body continued to move, continued to ride that dick, letting out soft little gasps at the feeling of the pleasure that shot down her kegels and right up to her brain.
“You’re fucked up, a teen fuckup, I’m-”
He smacked her breasts, giving her a bit of incentive, her eyes narrowing at him, as he spoke to her with that authoritative voice of his.
“Move faster, Cinder. You’re trying to squeeze my dick off, and I want you to get me off.”
She quickened her riding, knowing that he was good for the sexual satisfaction anyways, her eyes glinting as she looked at that cool face, the anger that he’d shown more than what most would have gotten from him, as she groaned, and then felt him grab her hair, before she noticed his hand, tugged close to him again and then kissed again, his tongue rubbing over the wound, drinking the blood a little, as he looked into her eyes and she felt that steel-like will bore into her own mind, as she gasped, and then pulled away from him, as he pulled her close.
“Move that butt of yours, Cinder.”
She didn’t obey anyone! She was an empowered woman, just using him for sex.
Her hips moved, as she bounced herself a little, kegels protesting harder, as she groaned, feeling that pleasure burst into her depths, the cock sliding deep, before her whole body tingled and trembled as she came.
“That’s a good woman, you’re loving it.”
Scornful and mocking to her face, as she growled at him, eeks and ‘ahhs’ through trembling lips, as he didn’t cum yet, but she was coming, her whole body lifted up, shivering with that desire that tensed her body up.
“Come, give your man something to come with, Cinder. You’re a good replaceable pussy.”
She wasn’t replaceable. She was not replaceable. She was a woman, she had her value, even if this big-dicked bastard was trying to tempt her, trying to test her with his words being like jabs, her voice hissing something unintelligible at him, knowing that he was not right, even as she thrust herself down on his cock, knowing that this was outlandish, that this was insane, that he was making her cum.
‘He thinks I’m just some easy girl!’
She came again, Jaune’s hand pulling her face close, looking at her, her lips parting, expecting another kiss. She didn’t get it, as he looked into her eyes.
“You came. I haven’t come yet, Cinder.”
That was because he was an asshole that had come down her throat earlier, a hiss from her lips.
“You’re the one that’s trying to mess me up, you nincompoop! You know how much it costs to go and have the marks brushed off my skin, huh?”
He didn’t care. He definitely didn’t, because he just regarded her coolly, as he grabbed her hips and lifted her off. Her leaking, wet pussy dripped down juices onto that big cock, her eyes narrowing.
“Not enough to make a man cum, Cinder. You’re trying to get me to be the guy who’ll be paying for your lifestyle, but you can’t even afford to get me off. Come on, get between my legs. You’re going to be worshipping my cock, even if you don’t want it, hag.”
Her expression no doubt showed what she thought of being called a ‘hag’, as he rubbed her hip, looking challengingly into her eyes.
“I’m not a damn- Damn you, you asshole. I’m not a hag, I’m a hot babe!”
He was just lucky that she tolerated him. His way of dealing with her was wrong, and she deserved more respect than that!
‘You’re a hag until you get my cum, Cinder. You’re a H. A. G.”
She wasn’t some witch’s pre-evolution state!
Another smack to her butt and a sharp look at her told her that he wanted his cock sucked, and she glowered at him angrily, being nobody’s little bangmaid or something.
“You’re-”
She didn’t finish her sentence, as he moved, pressing her down, her knees slamming against the ground again as he forced her down onto the ground in front of the couch, gasping with the sudden spike of pain, as she was pressed face-first against that cock, his hot shaft smelling of her own juices, coated in them, as she gasped, breathing in that cock-musk, as she felt him manipulate her head, her eyes fluttering, as his cock smacked her face.
“I told you to suck it, hag. That means, open wide, and then putting it into your mouth and doing sucky sucky.”
A cool, demanding, almost frustrated tone, as he looked down at her, he looked down on her, giving her that shudder of pleasure and rage, as she was about to say something, only to find her mouth pried open, and his cock fed into her mouth.
“You’re the one that fucked me, Cinder. You’re the one that taught me how good a bitch feels, and I’m grateful for that.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she felt the gag reflex return with a vengeance, spluttering and choking, as he forced his whole nine to ten incher into her throat, a massive cock that was, as it had already been before, thick enough to feel like someone’s hand was being shoved down into her throat, her tears messing up her mascara, as she was dragged down to the base.
“Schlorph-hah… fucker… you fucking… hah… oh go-”
He didn’t stop, letting her throat feel that massive meaty manhood push deep again, Cinder tasting only the pre-cum, the cum, the-
‘I’m going to… fuuuuuck…’
His cock was pulled out of her mouth by the savage jerk that he gave to her scalp, as she breathed in air, her whole pussy as damp as it got, as he got up, before he pressed her down onto the couch, her hips grabbed and raised.
“A bitch finds her way to an alley and a bitch fucks .”
Her butt was smacked, Cinder giving a growl at him like some caged animal, feeling how he was no doubt going to fuck her pussy again, only to find something really large pressing against her asshole.
“You motherfucker, that’s my ass-”
He sank into her, right as he smashed her face into the couch pillows, feeling her ass being split open by that massive cock, her pussy dripping and drooling juices, before a squirt of juices splattered all over the floorboards of her living room, her eyes rolling back as he buried his rod into her colon, her mouth making weak little mewling moans, as he forced himself into her ass.
“You’re not good for anything but a quick fuck, Cinder. That’s what you are, hag. Come on, tell your man that you’re nothing but a hag.”
She was proud.
She was strong.
She didn’t let anyone tame her.
His balls grinded against her pussy, as she gave a loud ‘ugh!’ in return of his thrusts, his mouth uttering a growling desiring grunt, as her butthole was widened by that invaidng cock.
‘Fuck…’
She was going to cum because of this bastard fucking her ass, and he smacked it once for good measure.
“You’ll never get me to say something so degrading, you bastard!”
A hand around the throat shut her up, gripping her throat with a bit of strength behind it, her pussy clenching at a phantom cock that was just waiting to slip in, her breathing growing harsher as she felt that warm need bursting inside her pussy lips, letting her know that she wanted it.
“You’ll say it, Cinder. You’re the woman who taught me that women just want to get their rocks off, and you’re dripping wet.”
She couldn’t deny that, only groaning at him, as he pulled himself out, grabbing the lube, before he put some on her pucker, and she finally mustered enough breath to speak.
“You’re doing this against my will, I can go to the police, you violated me- You won’t get away from this so easily, Jaune- I’m-”
He slid into her and her eyes rolled back, groaning as she got a cataclysmic orgasm from being ass-fucked by the guy that she’d personally taught some tricks, feeling her whole pussy clench, as she knew that he was going to be making her cum. Sparks were blasting through her vision as she fought against the orgasm that came from within, the blasting sparks making the sub-pussy orgasm even heavier, as he bottomed out inside her, and his teeth bit down on her neck.
“You’re a depraved bitch that nobody wanted, Cinder. That’s why we fuck. That’s why you’re protesting when you’re cumming a puddle there on the ground, you randy bitch. If you could get a guy you wanted, you wouldn’t be here fucking with me. I’m too young for you, but you’re too old for marriage. Hag.”
She felt him pull out of her ass, weakly moaning at the power-line of orgasms that seemed to have been connected to her nipples, as she trembled, legs unsteady, his cock sliding into her pussy, before the seed seemed to almost go ‘chugga chugga’ with the ‘plap plap plap’ sound of him just sticking it in, everything tingling in her spine as she felt him pump his seed inside her, not caring whether she was feeling good or not, collapsing after that happened, feeling the cum sluggishly drip out from her pussy, heavy breathing in her ears from him, as he pulled out.
“You should get in the shower, Cinder. It’s going right in that fine ass of yours.”
He was cocky, domineering and most assuredly asshole supreme, but damn if he didn’t look good.
“Try it and I’ll bite it off.”
She threatened, but knew that it wouldn’t do much.
He was already corrupt, like her.
Smacking Cinder’s fine rump again, Jaune could only feel that muted disgust, knowing that Cinder’s fun time was starting to fade. He knew that he’d have to get those classes again, the annoying teachers always telling him that he could do it with effort.
Efforts that were wasted. The witch seemed to have her mind set upon making him go to school, or else just tell him how much he was like his father, the man that had abandoned her, and none of the ‘men’ that she brought into the family would ever measure up to that man.
Jaune remembered the times when smiling had been normal, only for things to turn out like this, Cinder’s face beautiful, in an objective way, but he could see the disgust that would come with enough time.
She was a bitch, just a hole that was fun to fuck, especially after they’d had sex, for him the first time.
They skipped using condoms after Cinder had clued in that she was his only partner and that he was just not at all interested in the girls who flocked to him.
‘Who wants that?’
There was no woman in the world who was good enough, who would ever be able to measure up to what was the ‘ideal’, the feeling of someone who would tell you ‘I love you’ in the morning and then go and do whatever they wanted, gone for a long time.
‘She called me her baby boy that was precious before dad left…’
She called him worse when things weren’t going so well with her boyfriend, when dad had been late on the alimony and child support, when things had gone downhill at her workplace, since she’d started to work again.
He took it all. He worked out.
He made himself scarce when Mom was around, knowing that it wouldn’t work.
“You’re going to be the death of me sometime, Jaune.”
Cinder said, spoken like some true woman would, there being no love between the two of them, Jaune knowing that this vain, self-obsessed creature did not love anyone else but herself.
She had been his first woman, and he knew that she would not want to be ‘broken up’ with so easily.
“I’m trying to give you what you want, hag. You know as well as I do that you need to get with the times.”
It was a dig at her age, the hag comment, Cinder’s hair plastered to her face, as she looked peeved, getting her underwear back on, the black thong not looking too bad on her, as she gave that cool smirk of hers.
“The Times is a paper I don’t read, Jaune. That’s for adults, not teenagers who can’t even drink… But if you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll share a drink with you.”
He scoffed at the thought of being a ‘good boy’, looking into Cinder’s amber-hued, almost golden eyes, his expression showing exactly what he thought of that offer. She was an older woman, that was sure, but she didn’t have to rub it in. He had older sisters who could drink, he had older sisters who bothered too much with the whole situation in the house and the old witch who was trying to make his day an even worse one.
‘Yeah, I bet that I’d get greeted with a fanfare of curses or something…’
Nobody would be able to really deal with his mother when she was in one of her moods, so he knew that he’d have to say bye-bye to Cinder, maybe get his gym bag from the front of her apartment, and get out of here.
She was starting to become a bit of a nag hag.
Nobody liked girls who were too haughty.
“You’re going to be telling me to bend you over the couch and fuck you again, Cinder. Don’t kid yourself, if you could get a boyfriend, you wouldn’t be fucking me.”
It was the same with his sisters. They talked a big game, they said ‘Oh, I’m so sorry for you’ and then, they screwed you over. Esmeralda said at times that she’d try to talk to the witch, but it only turned into more curses, a smack at times.
Not that she’d dared to smack him after he’d gotten trained.
“You’re just going to turn out like your father, what’s the point, huh? Your girlfriend will fucking be some ugly bitch that’ll get her warnings when she comes here about you cheating on her, because that’s all you’re going to do.”
He didn’t think very highly of his mother, but that was okay. Cinder was just good for some time to pass, to get off and to make sure that he knew how to get a girl off, though Saphron’s quick seminar on pussy eating came in handy for that.
“You’re such a bastard… But I guess I can go for a quickie.”
She would go for that quickie indeed, Jaune could tell, looking at that beautiful body of hers, feeling barely a spark. It was fun for him, it was fun for her, and he got off, that was all that women were good for.
“And how about you go for a bit of a lick and suck, Cinder? Does the little hag want to polish the guy she’s been fucking’s magic wand a bit?”
Jaune knew that it rankled her, getting addressed like that, but she only accepted it from him. It was self-interest, interest in a massive muscular man, soft skin no longer as soft after the shower, as he flashed his cock at her.
She didn’t disappoint, she didn’t stop herself from feeling that need, as she slid herself down on her knees, letting her tongue slide over his cock, sliding it up and down the length, at the spots where he liked it.
‘Maybe I should just have fucked her at the gym…’
It was a hassle to get into Cinder’s apartment from time to time, since she definitely wasn’t the type to want a relationship out of him, her tongue dropping over his ballsack, and he grabbed her raven locks, forcing her head against his cock, letting her mouth suckle on his balls, giving her that cocky look that girls got wet for, Cinder’s words never wrong, even if she was a good cum receptacle.
‘I’ll have to go to school again…’
It was disgusting to think about it, knowing that the witch would have some things to complain about, but due to his performance, he would need to get several credits.
It was almost an hour round trip to get to the school, but redistricting was something that, unfortunately, happened, and he had to bear with it.
“You can suck my balls, hag. You’ve been wanting the load in them all day, so here you go.”
There was no need to shorten anything, to change anything for the warm feeling of that mouth, pulling his balls out and then dropping them into that sloppy, greedy mouth of hers.
“Come and be a good little cock hag for me, Cinder. You know you want it.”
She pulled back, giving him that brooding, angry stare, but her lips curled into a smirk nonetheless, letting him feel that heat bursting through his lower body, knowing how it felt to have the pleasure shoot with the woman’s sensual, experienced touch.
‘All women are the same… and the fun they give you is as much as you can get out of them.’
Cinder was a hot woman. She liked having sex with him, her mouth pressing a soft kiss to his balls, before she punctuated her little smooch with a nibble, his testicles rubbed by those soft lips of hers as she put a bit more effort into it.
The effort wasn’t wasted, as his cock laid against her face, showing once more that women were just in need of someone to take good care of them, just like the witch.
“Hag, you’re going to suck a bit harder… You’re acting like this is your first time.”
Anger in her eyes, as she let out a soft huff, as her tongue slid over his ballsack, her mouth tugging on his sack, pushing his balls into that mouth of hers, Cinder’s mouth sucking harder, as her tongue slid over the soft sack.
‘You wouldn’t do this for me if I were ugly…’
He barely cared, outside of his pleasure, grabbing her head and controlling her movements, the soft suckling growing more intense.
“That’s it…”
He loathed this type of girl. She was hot, self-obsessed and not at all concerned about anything more than just the physical.
Cinder’s mouth suckled on those big balls, feeling that heavy cock lay on her face, the smell of soap and the taste of his skin in her mouth, as she knew that he liked it. The fact that his penis was so hard, throbbing on her face, suckling on his balls as an act of appreciation, his cocky attitude just hitting her in the right way, as her mouth sucked a little harder.
‘You are just as bad as I am.’
Those eyes looking down at her with a disdain in them, that feeling of his cock growing harder when he was frustrated…
It made her feel strong, even when she should not be doing such things, his cock smacking her face.
“You’re going to be working harder, hag. You’re not really getting the juices flowing.”
That rankled her, and she pulled her lips off his sack, sliding down to the base, licking over that taint, his cock throbbing a little as it brushed through her hair. It would be a shower again, but she wasn’t going to let him have the last word in, her voice coming with a heated little whisper.
“Says the boy that’s with a beautiful older woman, yet calls her a hag.”
Her tongue slid over those fat testicles, letting him feel better, his voice urging her on.
“A beautiful older woman would have some skills, rather than being a hag, Cinder. You’re the one who tells me that she wants someone young in her bed, not me. You’re just easy pussy.”
‘I’ll show you who’s easy pussy!’
She grabbed his buttocks and then pushed her head down, slurping on his cock, deepthroating him in one go, saliva dripping down her chin as she made sure to add extra to it, Jaune’s voice giving a deep, throaty little groan.
His hands on her head were just the little death throes of whatever resistance he could muster, as she banged her head against his muscular abdomen, choking and gagging, going to do whatever she could to get him off.
‘Cocky little brat, thinking he’s got me…’
She might be a bit easily angered by his insults, the lack of care that he seemed to have about it, but it also tickled her interest, her attention directed to that big throbbing monster that he had there between his legs, the warm feeling of it pulsing and throbbing in her throat, gagging a little harder, knowing that he was going to treat her like this, even if it was her who had the power in this relationship, knowing that it was she who was able to say ‘we’re not having sex right now’.
She pulled on the base of his cock when she came up for air, looking at that manly face, knowing that he was just the type that’d be good for a fuck, someone that knew his way around women, all thanks to her own actions, her own tutoring in the art of pussy destruction, and she had him, knowing that he was a bit of a jerk, but that he wasn’t sleeping with other girls.
He was that type of guy, the type that would make girls go and be all interested in.
Cinder loathed the competition, but she knew that she was a winner.
A winner didn’t lose her guy
“How about I give you a bit of the special shine, boy ?”
She didn’t do this for many, but he was taunting her, as she looked up from his groin, seeing that cold look in his eyes.
‘Bet you’ll break when I do that little trick.’
Her partner did not disappoint.
“You’re going to have to do better than that whole ‘loose hag pussy’ that you’ve got going there, it’s nothing too special.”
He was taunting her. This arrogant stud was taunting her, Cinder Fall, woman with a career, a life, a place that she could go and fuck him silly, and he didn’t even have a girlfriend to steal him from.
“You’ll see…”
She hardly did this for anyone, but she’d heard that he was pretty damn in vogue with the other women, her eyes gliding over that manly body, as she pulled herself up, rubbing her chest against his, before she kissed his cheek. The heat of his body was like a lure, and she felt like a moth, dragged towards the lure, his cold blue eyes giving her the shivers.
‘People want what they cannot have…’
There was nothing in the world that she, Cinder, could not attain. She was going to show him that she was better, brighter, even more capable than most of the other sluts that hung around the gym, though she knew that she was his first partner.
There was some feeling about that, which would go and stay with him. You always remember the first person that you’ve ever been with, and he would know that she was a great lover.
“Careful, careful…”
She cautioned, knowing that he would like the little trick, getting behind him as he stood, grabbing the erect shaft and then starting her little ‘trick’, her fingers gripping the shaft, stroking it, the foreskin pulled back fully, before she pulled her hand back and then slid the index finger into her mouth, slickening it up, before she pressed against his cockhead again, at the sensitive frenulum, stroking and working him, a soft groaning from him turning into a heated moaning, making her feel that savage urge inside her to tease more, as she pressed the fingertip against the sensitive urethra.
She didn’t want to hurt him, but he was moaning so loudly that it was almost like a charm, his voice like a whisper, a whimper and more, moaning at her to continue, as she knew that he would be enjoying this…
“That’s a nice trick, Cinder. Did that moan soothe your fragile ego, hag?”
He went back to being frozen immediately, and she felt him stiffen under her grip, as he groaned again, her actions having some effect, at the very least, letting his pre-cum drip onto the ground, her breathing growing heavier because she too was enjoying herself. The guy was just taunting her again, but that was because he wasn’t going to be able to keep himself from cumming, because she knew that he would be the type that would want her to do the work.
A cocky asshole, but her cocky asshole, a degenerate in the making and one that she enjoyed the company of, because he fucked.
His cum blasted from the tip, over her fingers, a hot rush of seed that worked over her fingers, the index finger coated in his thick nut-juice, as she breathed in deeply, aware of how it felt to have him cum like this, and then debating whether she’d do the punishment as well, only to feel him tug away, a streak of cum splattering over her stomach.
“I need to get going, Cinder. We’re having a quick shower, and then I need to get going to do stuff.”
He didn't tell her what he was going to do, but she hadn’t asked. It was not foolishness to announce it either, since her roommate might be coming back, and she didn’t want to go and rock the boat too much by bringing this hung stud over.
She would be very annoyed if her roommate was fucking the guy too, she did not share dicks.
“Fine… Don’t call me a hag again, you asshole.”
His face showed a cool disdain, something that made her want to challenge him, to break that look into one of adoration, but he wasn’t going to change his mind so quickly, as he was cool.
“Hag, get your butt to the bathroom or to the shower. Clean time.”
She’d humour him.
Jaune entered the house again, the witch nowhere to be heard, with no guy around at this moment in time, since his mother was no doubt trying to find the next guy for her to fuck.
“Jaune, there was a letter for your admission… Mom put it on the table for you to read.”
He grabbed the letter, looking at the contents.
Dear Mr Arc,
We are pleased to officially accept you as a transfer student, thanks to your excellent grades and your great performance in the athletics competition, and-
The rest of the letter was useless to him. It had been a distraction. It had been something that he had to do, as Esmeralda pushed one of her curly locks behind her ear, looking at him with that look that came from time to time, as he folded the letter, sighing a little.
“They want me in for some school stuff soon, then. Great…”
Admission was on a Friday, so that meant that it was the day after tomorrow. School and he did not agree, but he wasn’t dumb, since he had once thought that it would be better with the Witch.
“You’re going to be the same retard as your father is! Why would you embarrass me like that, Jaune?!”
She had never been warm to him, and he knew that he wouldn’t really get what he wanted from her until she was in the grave. His sisters didn't know how to deal with that stuff, so he just kept to himself, making sure that he kept his body in the best shape he could, just wearing out the days until he could move out and be rid of it.
“Mom says that you should get your own bus card, Jaune. I don’t-”
Esmeralda got a lot of ‘don’t’s. She got a lot of ‘fuck off’ from him too, but he decided to be charitable.
“You don’t have a bus card, right? I’ve got a day before they want me in school, so I can get some school supplies.”
He’d be responsible for that, at least, when it wasn’t a problem that the witch aired to him about taking too much money and space.
‘I should get some work done…’
He had more than enough time to go and get some work done when it came down to that, feeling the annoyance rise within his gut at the sight of Esmeralda looking at him with that look that he didn’t quite get, her eyes looking at him with some expression that he didn’t know.
“I don’t, Jaune. I’ve got a car, I guess I can give you a ride to the shopping mall.”
He worked shifts for the local movie theatre, getting the night shift when it was the season, paid double for night shifts, and able to get his allowance boosted with that money.
It was crappy work for some decent pay, but he could tell it wasn’t going to be much use to him, as he gave her a terse nod.
“Thanks, sis.”
She gave that look again, and he knew that he should probably have kept fucking Cinder, the woman was so easy to rile up that it was almost boring. Most women were just like Cinder or the witch that he had to call Mother, since they would all be like that when the chips were down.
“Just… get your jacket, okay? It might not look too great to be walking around with a walking muscle closet of a man, you know?”
Esmeralda had such sloppy taste in clothing that it wouldn’t matter. She had curly hair, blue eyes that were a little less sharp than his own pair, a set of breasts that fit pretty well, maybe a D cup, though Jaune didn’t think much about that, knowing that he wasn’t going to want to know that, and a set of leggings that hugged her curves.
A babe, he might even call her, if she weren’t his sister.
“I’d think you want me to go and look like that, to let your girlfriends give me that ‘I’ll blow you in the toilet’ routine… That friend, Marizia or whatever it was, said that she’d give the ‘best head’ ever…”
Esmeralda’s expression changed, Jaune feeling a spark of something that might be called satisfaction, as he knew that his sister was pure in her emotion, the anger genuine, even with the Witch around.
“Well, she didn’t quite tell me that…”
It had been a passing mention, and he hadn’t been interested. There were some ground rules to how he conducted himself, and one of those ground rules mostly involved a complete lack of involvement with his sisters’ friends.
That way laid bitch fights, as Saphron had told him once, when two of her gay friends had ripped into each other like two cats that had been suffering from some territorial issue.
Saphron had found out mid-way the fight that both had a serious crush on her, whilst she only considered them gal-pals. He knew that most women were the same. Nobody would want to experience that.
“No doubt she omitted the part about wondering whether that other friend had gotten to me first.”
It was not something that he cared for. Of course, they’d let him cop a feel. It had been almost cruel to let her gasp, but Cinder was more fun.
‘She didn’t like that I told her that I wasn’t interested.’
It was all in their heads. Just like the Witch, they just lived in their heads, thinking that they had something special, that they were better or more apt at something than him.
‘You don’t know the half of it.’
Esmeralda had her wits, and he liked her, even as a shudder shot through her, sighing softly.
“Yeah, I think she did. Anything else I need to know? Best friend blowing you in the living room? Teenage girlfriend who’s gotten herself pregnant because of you? Come on, little brother… You can tell me.”
She was lucky that he considered her a good sister.
“Well, they did ask me whether I was a homo because I denied the offer of getting my cock sucked, sis.”
Her expression darkened a little, as the words had been only half-truths, since the world was just a crock of lies, spun by those who wanted to tell you that the world was right and that you didn’t need to do much for your forever love to go and come to you.
“Jessica, right?”
Jaune shrugged, Esmeralda’s friends never really being in his notice. Compared to most of them, Esmeralda was the prettiest one, and they seemed to be more like frigid dateless bitches than anything resembling good friends.
Not that he had friends.
“I guess… You know, you should try to get a girlfriend, Jaune. I worry about you a bit, you know? Bring a girl home, I don’t think Mom would want to worry about that.”
Jaune doubted that Cinder would even contemplate the thought of visiting his house as a girlfriend. The woman was self-obsessed, a good sex partner, but self-obsessed and absorbed in the brilliance that she had.
Had, as in, once that mouth opened, you could just see the type of person she was. The Witch was someone that pretended a lot to people, as if her children were just the ‘extra baggage’, and he was the stinking turd that’d been wrapped in foil and put right on top of the handgrip.
‘You wouldn’t want to associate much with me, right, Mom?’
It was a bitter, angry feeling, as he remembered. All women were the same, Esmeralda and several of his sisters probably being slightly better… But they had the taint of the Witch within their genes too.
“I’m pretty sure that Mom would have a heart attack.”
He might actually ask Cinder whether she’d fit into a non-slutty dress to see whether the Witch died from the stress, but Jaune wasn’t thinking about that just yet, as he put on the best smile that he could give.
Not too upbeat, not too glum, something that showed that he was happy and normal, rather than how he truly felt, the emptiness inside him making him wonder at times whether he could be normal compared to others, feeling nothingness within him, as Esmeralda went for the door, no doubt to leave with him.
“I don’t think she’d want to have one, Jaune. Come on, let’s go.”
He would have to go, then.
Esmeralda looked at her brother, whose school bag was definitely getting replaced, the new model fitting more stuff into it, since the other one had been a hand-me-down from her younger sister, the placid, calm look on his face worrying her a little more now that she’d spent sufficient time around him.
He was drawing eyes from people, eyes that were watching him like a hawk, girls that were staring at her brother as he made his way through the school stuff aisles, a new calculator being put into the basket that was for purchases next to the bag, several pens that would serve him well, for as long as the schools still used them.
“Like, are you single? Want to go out with me?”
She was recognizable enough as a sister, to not be confused for a girlfriend, Jaune’s expression chilling, something that was almost alien, sending shivers down her spine as she could feel it being about to pop.
“Maybe if I ever decide to go for some washed-up girl who has sex when she’s dead-drunk at a bar with some barely-washed hobos, but I don’t think I’ve got the time.”
‘Frigid…’
Cold as could be, dismissing the girl immediately, and then seeing the result, the girl’s face showing indignation. Esmeralda knew from her own experiences that she probably would have responded in much the same way, as a heated voice came.
“You’ve got some nerve, talking to someone like that, I’m-”
She cut in.
“You’d be going to jail for doing stuff with a minor, girl. Better move on, he’s not of age yet. Romeo and Juliet laws aren’t a thing here…”
The girl drooped off after muttering an ‘I’m sorry’, Jaune giving her that cool, distant look.
“I could’ve handled it myself, sis.”
Esmeralda shivered at his tone.
“Yeah, but I’m here to be a good older sister, so take your boons when they’re bestowed, Jaune. If she makes a scene, we don’t get your stuff. Let me treat you, for once.”
Her brother accepted her offer and only gave a very tiny nod, only a twitch of his head up and down, before his cool gaze went to the other parts.
“Let’s get my stuff and get out of here. I want to be doing something a little later at home.”
She guessed that she’d have to try this whole ‘being my brother’s shepherd’ thing out for a bit longer.
Emma would probably have said something about her brother going for it, but she wasn’t Emma, at least.
‘Maybe I should date.’
She needed a boyfriend. It had been a while.
Jaune hoisted the bag on his back again after checking the map, getting himself to the right place, the large building dominating one side, a wall around it giving it the impression of some castle, a style that felt older than what he’d usually see for the place, more arches and stuff, like one of those old buildings, the stuff you read about in the books, as he could see the students, making his way towards the main administration, where he was supposed to go and report for his first introduction.
A pretty redheaded girl with some streaks of red through her dark hair came almost like a thunderbolt, appearing there at his side, her smile bright.
“Hey! You’re new here, right? I’m just- Oh, do you need directions?”
Jaune’s gaze slid over the curves of this girl, putting a smile on his face, even if he didn’t feel it. Overly excited girls were nuisances, since they always pretended that they were better than you, since they were so ‘high energy’.
They’d claim ADHD or something, and then they’d be special.
They’d say they loved their boyfriend or something, but were sooooo hyper…
“That’d be nice, yeah… The name’s Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, starts at the beginning of the alphabet and tends to make people end with a z.”
Not that he was that sleep-inducing, but girls found it funny if you made a joke. His sisters always seemed to have no problem spreading their legs for a boyfriend who made them laugh.
“Heh… The name’s Ruby Rose, and we’re going to be juuuuuust fine! You can ask me if you like, need help on some stuff, I mean, I’m here to help, and you might even be in my class!”
He would hope that he’d have at least the wherewithal to go and inquire whether Ruby had a brain injury, if she continued speaking this fast, there was no saving her.
“Who knows…”
She was a pretty girl, Jaune had to admit. Compared to Cinder, who had a body that kept in shape, Ruby looked like she did track or something, with a runner’s physique, which looked like it was perfectly groomed for the job.
“Alright! Oh, there’s my boyfriend Oscar! Hey Oscar, there’s a new guy here! He might even get to join our class!”
Jaune saw a short kid, you couldn’t really call him a man, if the short stature and those hesitant glances at Ruby, who seemed blissfully unaware of the weakness that ‘Oscar’ showed, speaking up hesitantly.
“A-ah, h-hello. I’m Oscar, and I’m her boyfriend.”
Jaune hated that type of guy.
“Why can’t you just be nice, Jaune? Just be nice, don’t be a leech on society. Get a damn job, find a girlfriend and maybe you can move out.”
The Witch had been clear. The thought of looking like Oscar, with weak muscles and a lack of fitness, was not at all appealing to him.
“I’m not going to steal your girlfriend away with my manly muscles, Oscar… She’s willing to take me to your leader.”
Ruby spoke up, chipper and sweet. Jaune felt annoyance at her tone of voice come, but perhaps, in another world, they might be tolerable enough to be friends.
“Yeah! Like in the movies! Don’t worry, this school is really nice! Ah… There are only a few single girls, though… M-most of us got a boyfriend when we went co-ed at the start of the year- b-but you’ll get a girlfriend if you want to! You’re not half-bad looking!”
Jaune smiled at her, as Ruby seemed to be the awkward type, trying to make up for any perceived little insult by trying to praise…
‘I guess this place might not be half-bad…’
He’d just have to learn how to deal with the people here.
This was commissioned work.