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Slowly, Jaune woke from the displeasing state of being asleep in an awkward position, his body feeling tangled up in the sheets, an awkward feeling in his lower body, as if he’d been wrestling with the bears in the woods, that dream coming back to him about those two red eyes glaring at him, porcelain-pale skin having not a single hint of life within them, as warnings bounced around in his mind, his tongue licking his lips, soft little brushes of his tongue, watering his lips with moisture, as he coughed.
“Damn, that was rough.”
Two days had gone by and he had not really seen that girl Ruby around again, despite kind of expecting her to come around again, letting out a soft little groan as he made his way towards the kitchen, the cold floor making his toes wriggle, as he breathed out, leaving not a whit of chance to the breakfast being spoiled, getting out the milk and filling his bowl with it.
The sound of someone meowing or something meowing had him spooked, and he wondered whether there was that weird dream about his sisters being around…
‘They didn’t say whether they wanted me to go and bring them something, even if they said they might pop by again.’
The twins had actually said that they loved him, which was rare for the two of them, and Jaune suspected that it was because he had a really big house. If he were to rent out several rooms, maybe he could even make it into something that would be a guesthouse or something, since a massive place like this would be making money by the bushels if it were properly refurbished.
Not that it would be a while until he had the right amount of time to fix it, since he had to go and work during the day. If he had more people around, maybe it would work out well, but his sisters were not at all skilled in the way of construction and fixing things. It wasn’t the best thing to think about, he had to admit, but it made him wonder whether it was something he could do, his attention directing to the food that he was making, the milk filling the bowl and he realized that he’d forgot to put the cereal in.
‘I’m getting forgetful…’
It might just be him getting a bit too distracted, feeling like he’d had a rough night or something, or having had those weird encounters with the hottest girl.
That siren girl from the first time he’d visited the place, that wolf girl… her blonde friend too…
‘Yeah, I think I’m just too sexually frustrated…’
Not that he’d had much experience with the ladies, really, but that was just because he worked in tech, he didn’t do much without his pc or laptop, liking the feeling of being someone that was able to just pick up and do stuff, as his attention returned to things.
‘Damn…’
“Maybe I should just jack off a bit…’
He’d have to get the edge off somehow, or there might be something he could do in town or something, since he hadn’t really been to more places than the supermarket, where bored-looking student-aged people were stocking shelves and the prices were relatively affordable, leaving him to feel a little lost for something to do.
The bulge that grew in his crotch definitely wasn’t something that he wanted to take care of now, with the cereal issue…
He improvised, drinking the milk and then adding the cereal, because he wasn’t some sort of man who would leave good milk to be wasted, before going for the bathroom to relieve himself, his crotch feeling a little bit less full of need, as he could hear the doorbell ring, the bell sounding again as he made his way towards the front door, finding a woman standing there, curt look on her face and the biggest chest that he’d-
‘No, wait, there was that one friend of sis that had the biggest…’
“Mister Arc? I am Ozpin’s representative, here to inform you that school will be opening in two weeks again, and I hope that you will settle into our community well enough.”
The stern look on her face that was at odds with that body, the woman maybe a decade older than he was, as he looked at her, licking his lips unprompted, before he coughed.
“Ah, that’s me, Jaune Arc. Hi. You live in town, right?”
She gave a very dim, small smile.
“Yes, and I would hope that I didn’t disturb you too much… That… You might wish to close your zipper.”
‘Oh shit!’
He flushed beet red and he zipped himself up, coughing to hide his embarrassment, the woman giving a modest smile.
“Ah, I was in the bathroom before, and…”
He lightly wiped his wet hands on his pants, trying not to make it too obvious, as the woman’s eyes just seemed to soften a little, as she sighed.
“Yes, that does seem like a thing a young man ought to do from time to time. It is only nine, after all. I came back from a trip to Florida, so my sense of time is still a little off.”
He flashed her a smile.
“Well, you look very fine, ma’am. Ah, I didn’t catch your age- name, I meant name.”
Her lips pursed into a small smile.
“Morgan Glynda Goodwitch, but I prefer to go by Glynda. I teach Modern Ethics and Literature at the school. Most of the students are late-teens, to improve their grades and to prepare them for the world. It is not a job many would like, but they are little angels… or that’s at least the official line.”
He smiled, still blushing a bit.
“Ah, I’m glad to eh, your first name is a rum brand and-”
Her raised eyebrow made his crotch feel very tight.
“My parents liked to drink. My grandmother’s name was Glynda, and the family name is apparently because we descend from a long line of witches. Alas, I went to college and decided that witchcraft is malarkey. Very well, I suppose I should go… I must be keeping you away from your morning breakfast or something… You’ve got some milk on your lips.”
He wiped it away quickly, before coughing.
“Ah, you want to come in? I’m sure that I can scrounge up a cup of coffee… or tea? I was just doing the prep for breakfast, eh… yeah. Cereal. You’ve got to love cereal in the morning.”
The woman gave a very bemused smile.
“Oh, I won’t refuse the offer. Sometimes, I think Headmaster Ozpin is just treating the world like it’s some big game between good and evil, being the history buff that he is… My grandmother apparently was friends with his grandfather or something, the family history traces back to this town for a while, apparently.”
He stepped to the side.
“Do come in. I’m not going to like, do anything to you.”
She passed him by and he could grade that fine ass of hers as ‘Primo Fino Fine-ass Booty-Looty’, as she threw a glance back over her shoulder.
“Mister Arc, if you were a student, I might have given you a spanking or something for talking to a woman like that… But I know what you meant. You don’t strike me as the type to go and be so crude as to abduct a woman and keep her in your cellar or something.”
He stared at her, before she cracked what seemed to be a grin.
“It does have a cellar, right?”
This woman definitely had a sense of humor, or maybe it was that he wasn’t some teenager that she had to wrangle into being a decent student, so she joked around.
‘Working-age adult…’
That was refreshing, at least.
“No, I’m pretty sure the bondage sex dungeon is in another castle, Miss Goodwitch.”
She broke out in a smile, giving a feminine laugh, her prominent mountains jiggling a little. Jaune noticed that she definitely needed to buy a bra or something, because those breasts of hers bounced and wobbled.
“Yes, I would say so. There’s always the other castles… One doesn’t wander deep into dangerous portent without at least a hero to save them… It’s delightful to run into someone that’s younger than the average sixty-year-old in town. A lot of the young people left for the big city, and that keeps the population of town at a venerable age… It is refreshing to know that we have a young man moving into the place, after all, it was abandoned for a long time and… oh, what a magnificent statue.”
The statue of the witch queen or whatever she was, was appreciated, Jaune feeling a little familiarity, as he sighed.
“Yeah, that’s one of the prettier things in the place. You’ve never been inside, have you?”
The woman shook her head, and he smiled.
“Well, let me take that time to introduce you to the soon-to-be-new-and-improved Casa de Arc.”
The woman laughed.
“You’re lucky I’ve got the day off, Mister Arc. I am here just to have a bit of tea, before going on to do my shopping. There’s a party for the youth in the town centre, something with masquerades… Or something. I am too old to go mingling with the teenagers, but you may be interested.”
He didn’t know about it, but he felt grateful all the same, smiling at Glynda, knowing that the woman meant well.
“Well, I’ll be the lucky guy that’ll take the advice. I’ve been thinking about going someplace fun, meet the people… I only know a few of the local girls that’ve come by to see whether they’d get their lost possessions back, not really the riveting and exciting stuff, really.”
He wasn’t sure whether it would even be possible to go and find Ruby in town, since he didn’t want to come across as a creep or anything, his attention shooting to the woman’s half-smile, as she nodded.
“I do it for the children, of course. You’re right, helping children is a good idea, Mister Arc.”
He nodded.
“Just Jaune, really. You’re an adult too, no need to call me Mister.”
She smiled and nodded.
“Glynda is fine too. It’s a bit of a homely, homey feeling that this place has, even with this massive house on the outskirts. You’ll have to go and visit the ceremonial park, there was a civil war reenactment a few weeks ago.”
It was nice to now that the woman was on the pulse with what was happening out in the town, Jaune guiding her to the kitchen, flashing a smile, as the bowl with cereal still remained.
“Ah, I’ll eh, eat this quickly, and I’ll make some tea. Haven’t given a thought about the whole ‘living room area’ thing yet. Lots of space, you know?”
Thirty minutes later and one devoured bowl of cereal, he found himself enlightened to a few more activities in the town thanks to Glynda’s breast- breadth of information.
“... foundation day, which is on the ninth of the ninth month, where the people celebrate the foundation of the town, and allegedly the defeat of the witch queen. All hogwash. Are you religious?”
He shook his head.
“Maybe Christian, but I’ve lapsed, eh… I’m my own man, you know?”
She smiled in response, and Jaune fought to keep his gaze up from those large wiggling mounds as she shifted.
He was rock hard and staring at a buffet of double G’s… from a lady whose initials were GG.
This was a GG moment, and he couldn’t keep his gaze straight.
“I’m an atheist. Where has God been when I was in a crisis, hmm? I prefer to trust in the rational, the reasonable and the righteous.”
Her words were pretty reasonable, Jaune nodding, grinning.
“Well, I don’t know about righteous, but I do coding and programming for my daily livelihood, so I prefer to go with the other R’s.”
Her smile was a winner, as she shifted, the cup of tea that he’d offered her raised to her lips, Jaune seeing it tip back, and those mounds of hers bounced, before she set the cup down onto the table again.
“A man to my way of thinking… You should keep that thought firm. There is nothing in this world that cannot be explained by reason, ration or natural cause.”
That wasn’t too bad a thought, Jaune supposed.
“Yeah, I’m much the same. There’s no such thing as like, vampires and ghosts and whatever… I like things that are real.”
He wondered whether her cup size was real, but she looked like they might be real, given her strict looks. It made him wonder whether she had more to think about with her thoughts on religious stuff, as she set her cup down again.
“Nice tea. Maybe I’ll swing around sometime again if I’ve got the time. I rarely have the time, but a cup of tea with a nice young man doesn’t sound too bad. You work from home, yes?”
He nodded, giving her the smile that Dad had said was the ‘lady-killer’, getting a raised eyebrow.
“Your attempt at smiling makes me wonder whether you had an aneurysm. Do it in a more natural fashion, Mister Arc.”
She immediately pointed that out and he did the dramatic sigh.
“Damn it, I guess the ladykiller smile doesn’t work.”
The woman’s smile was very natural.
“Well, maybe if you tie me in the dungeon in some weird contraption or something. Your attempts at flirting are amusing.”
He definitely had been caught.
“You’re probably married, right? Yeah, didn’t think I had a shot.”
The woman snorted, more at ease it seemed than he thought.
“Hardly. You could call me a happy singleton, but I am not looking for a relationship during the school year. I have enough problems managing the students, I don’t need to keep a man.”
That was fair.
“Yeah, I’m not really… well, I would look if I could, but it’s kinda dead here. Not too many people around.”
None of his age, at least.
“Maybe you just need some time, Jaune. Very well… I’d better continue on my way. I’ve got some things to deliver thanks to the headmaster’s whims, desiring the pamphlets to be handed out to his ‘eager students’... Why the man simply doesn’t use the post office is beyond me, but I don’t question where the money comes from when it feeds my stomach.”
He guessed that she was very reasonable in her words.
“Well, I’ll check out that party, Glynda. Thanks for the tip.”
She smiled lightly.
“Don’t mention it. It’s always good to make another friend. You don’t seem like the type of man who would keep me in a dungeon, at any rate.”
He could only admit that.
“Yeah, I’m like a French Poodle with more hair, that’s what my sisters said. Come around again, eh… hopefully I’ll be up.”
Glynda only smiled.
“Maybe, Jaune. Welcome to our little town.”
He’d hope that she’d come by again.
The music was a little louder than he had expected, the hangout spot for people looking to be packed, Jaune spotting a few teenagers and a few not-so-teenagers dressed in varying costumes, one guy in a green dinosaur suit looking very swag with a top hat on and a monocle that’d been made from paper-mache, the throbbing, pumping beat that continued to bounce making him wonder whether they had something else. He wasn’t a huge fan of things like this, but he could bear it for a while.
The chicks were hot, even if he’d probably have to see some ID if he wanted to have some fun with them… not that he would, he was just here to taste the scene, to let it all out, his attention directed towards the dancefloor, reminded of some of the breakdancing that his sister had been in, seeing someone really bust some moves, wondering for a brief moment whether he should…
Before he decided that he shouldn’t. He wasn’t dressed for the occasion, just wearing a jacket and some jeans, a casual thing, and he didn’t want to make this a bit too much of an embarrassment for himself, since he was a newcomer in this place.
“Oh, you’re new, aren’t you?”
A cute-looking girl in a nurse costume said, and he smiled.
“Yep, new to the place, and I’m going for a drink at my own pace, yep.”
A rhyme would usually get a smile, the giggle that she gave being pretty inviting. He would have to remember that some girls might not be of the age of consent, so he’d probably need to go and find some ID.
He didn’t want to go to jail due to some teen looking a lot older than she was… even if he didn’t think that he’d have the chances with a girl that people would think he’d have.
“Nice… Maybe I’ll see you around, mister.”
He didn’t know whether he would, but he certainly was interested, licking his lips for a moment, before a soft gloved hand touched his shoulder, as another seemed to join it.
“You’re a new guy, aren’t you?”
A sultry, almost purring voice came from the side, as he could see a young woman, maybe a year or two younger than him, black hair and red accents in her clothes putting her fingers down onto his side, her eyes glinting, as she licked her lips, looking him in the eyes with a hint of almost indecency, as another hand rubbed over his side.
“I think he is new, sister. Hello, we’re the Malachites… We’ve been dying to meet a cutie like you.”
There was nothing that would have saved him at this moment in time, as his balls felt like they’d been snared in a vice, the other hand grabbing his elbow and pulling his arm between a set of soft breasts.
“Let’s go and adjourn. It’s your lucky day, big boy… We’ve been hunkering down for some fresh meat.”
The dingy bathroom that was attached to the venue definitely belonged to the women’s restroom, as the mirror was bigger and the faint hint of something that smelled like his sisters’ tampon brand’s perfume hung in the air, mixing with the septic scent of cleaner, as the faded yellow walls looked like they weren’t too used to someone not smoking, his body going rigid in the groin as the hands aggressively groped over his cock.
“Lost for words, hmm? He’s a looker… Nice and tall.”
He wanted to say something but he couldn’t muster any words, his throat feeling choked by the feeling that came, as they pushed him into one of the stalls. Smoke smells and the smells of something that definitely was vomit mingled together, as the red-themed woman, wearing a set of bat wings looking almost like they’d came with the outfit, kissed his lips, whilst her sister seemed to busy herself with his crotch, his balls suddenly feeling very free, as he groaned, letting the two manhandle him, the white-dressed twin looking very much like the demoness that she was, even with a tail that seemed to move with its own mind.
‘They’ve really done a lot of work with that…’
“Don’t worry, sister… I’ll keep him under my spell. Come on, little mortal, show me what you’ve got… Show my sister what the dick of yours is like.”
The words were hot, the aggression in the voice of the white-dressed succubus leaving him to get rock hard, feeling the hot lips rubbing against the soft skin of his cock, the head being smooched, before velvety lips wrapped around his cockhead, gulping it down in one go.
“Oh, he’s a charmer with that package, sister. You want to wreck him a little more, don’t you? Come on, blondie… We’ll milk you dry. Just let me take care of you.”
She slid down, pressing him against the wall, his asscheeks spread and a finger teasing against his asshole, as she leaned against him.
“Now, this little hole looks like it needs some prodding… But we won’t do that. Anal would just make him cum too fast, sister… How’s the taste?”
The popping sound of lips popping off his cock, feeling how the warmth disappeared and his cock stood rock-hard and erect in front of her, her eyes glinting with that faint hint of something inside them burning, like flames had been lit inside them.
“Delicious… He’s definitely had a bit of action, but not too much… It’s rare that we get a pretty guy like this, sister. Especially since we’ve been starving…”
There was no denying that he wasn't going to be feeling very bad in a moment, as the other twin seemed to shift gears, fingers brushing over his butt, sliding down and then feeling the red-dressed twin slip her tongue over that pucker, groaning at the sudden touch, as she slid down, his ballsack being suckled upon, the two women giving him their full attention.
Lewd smacking sounds came from their mouths working over his ballsack and his cock with sweet, succulent touches, their costumes looking like they’d come with the territory of being sexually insatiable, Jaune groaning, feeling his cock grow harder and harder, a spark in the eyes that were staring up at him, throbbing pulses shooting through is balls as the other twin bit down on them, letting him feel a splash of pain with the pleasure.
“Hmmwahhh, he’s got big balls, sister… you want to suck on them after you’ve had his load? We’re just starving for some good cock.”
Jaune could only groan as the other twin seemed to be reinvigorated in her sucking of his cock, his blood rushing to his balls as he felt how his cock was sucked on by that eager mouth, working on his cock, her gaze hypnotic and entrancing, as he felt nothing swell up more than that desire to worship her, to let her feel his cum blasting down her throat, his eyes closing for a moment and then feeling that burst of pleasure.
Ropes of hot warm spunk blasted down that throat of hers as she buried her nose into his crotch, his abdomen held on by what seemed to be claws, his eyes closed, as the two twins seemed to play with him, leaving him feeling almost too drained, only to open his eyes and see her pulling her lips off his cock, his cock looking flush with white cum sticking to it, showing him that load in her mouth, before her sister slid up, smooching her sister on the lips, letting the two of them share his cum, which was hot.
“He’s nice… oh, he’s stronger than most. Most just collapse, sister… Mind if I ride him?’
There was a flicker of the red dress being jerked up and a bald vagina with some weird tattoo above it being flashed for him, as he watched, being pushed down onto the toilet seat and then feeling her breasts brush against his face.
“Come on, have the ride of your life…”
Her voice was a whisper, almost too sweet to ignore, his cock feeling a hot wet warm cove slide over it, like a glove that was too tight, his eyes closing as he felt the seed starting to well up again, her sister’s fingers lightly stroking over his side.
“Come on. Give this naughty succubus slut some of your sperm. I’ve had it all… and you’re going to pump her full too. Come on, big blonde boy… Show me what you’ve got.”
Teeth that were sharp enough to make him feel a little leery of being bitten by her nicked his neck, as she suckled on the skin, his whole body trembling a little as he felt the riding of the other sister starting to increase, soft little bounces of her hips making things even more obvious, sweet little groans coming from her lips, as she started to get more into it, though she wasn’t much of a talker, her sister’s mouth tracing soft kisses up, before her hot breath tickled against his earlobe.
“Be a good little lust piggie for us, and we may let you walk out of this with the sweetest of dreams, big blonde boy… You’re just going to fill my sister up and leave her feeling so great it hurts…”
There wasn’t any warning, any sound from his throat but the guttural groan, as she bit down on his adam’s apple, her throat making a vicious, serpentine sound as she seemed to hiss, the wings looking like they moved, the smell of something too sweet to be real in his nostrils, as he could see their faces twisting into something inhuman and scaled, as if they had been something hiding below the fleshy appearance, something that made everything feel like the sweet nothings had been pushed to the side and there was only a raw, pulsating sensual need.
Juices dripped down over his balls as the sister came, whooping a little at the feeling of the rush going through her, her body feeling light as she bounced down on his cock again, his eyes closing tightly, leaving out the feeling and the pleasure, trying to focus on it, knowing that he was still sensitive from his earlier orgasm.
‘If I’d known these two were so easy, maybe I’d have prepared better…’
Not to say that they were ugly hags or anything, with their long black hair and different style of clothing, one of them wearing a set of gloves that made him wonder whether they were made of silk, the other wearing a set of boots that were pricy enough to have been a custom-fit, her body moving faster and faster, as she groaned.
“That’s it, little mortal, come and give your soul to me. Miltia… Come on, bite down on his neck. He needs to cum for us.”
He felt like the world was compressed into a little bubble and then felt the cum ooze out, splashing deep into that tight crevice that had been riding him, tensed up to the maximum as he let out a guttural sound that came from the heart, blasting his load into the crimson-dressed brunette, his arms wrapping around her and holding her steady, before he felt something hit his forehead, groaning a little, as he was knocked silly.
“He should be out of it, sister. You must’ve enjoyed yourself.”
There was only a grunt from her sister, as he felt how the pussy slid off him, a hand grabbing his orgasming cock and then feeling a set of lips wrap around the head, sucking harder on it than before.
“Hmmhmmm… He’s a little more rich in taste than the average… Perhaps we should keep an eye on him, for the Mistress’ desires? She might desire a morsel of mortality for her revival, even with the Lord being gone… One cannot fight the fetters of fate, even though ours have loosened a while ago.”
He found himself slipping, and he startled awake to the sound of a door slamming, jerking his pants up again and then shaking his head, feeling a little faint, the thumping, throbbing music still making everything hurt.
‘Definitely going home…’
The theme of the party seemed to have shifted to something that looked to be a bit more heavy in the metal scene, as he saw some guy with spikes for hair and a big face tattoo of a cross on fire go all ‘waahhh-wagga wagga’ on the dance floor, with similarly attired people looking very much like the crowd that he might’ve thought was weird, once upon a time.
He wondered whether it had been too long since he’d been here, checking the time on his watch and realizing that he must’ve fallen asleep after that fuck…
‘It still feels a little sticky…’
It was three in the morning, rather than the nine at night that it had been when he’d arrived here, and he made himself scarce. The music wasn’t too great for his ears and the killer headache that was knocking his head silly was already starting to make him feel like he needed water, a painkiller and a lot of sleep.
‘Ugh…’
Jaune got into the car, letting himself rest a little, the steering wheel feeling heavy in his grip, before he started the engine, knowing that he had to get home, because… some reason. Probably bed. He really could do with a good few hours of sleep, to make everything feel like it was right again, touching not the feeling of being so drained, the tight cave that he’d felt around his cock not being lesser than that mouth…
‘Hot.’
Hot, but tiring. Two women who wanted to be a little freaky weren’t a gift that he’d have to worry about biting him in the butt… but he definitely needed to sleep. He felt like half of his soul had been pulled out, and he parked in his driveway, letting himself get out.
‘I’ll wash the car in the morning, or something.’
He pushed the door to his home open, feeling the gust of something like a breeze hit his face, as he stumbled through the hall, looking at the statue of the witch that stood there.
“Well, at least I’ve got you to come home to. Maybe you’ll cook me a nice meal sometime too, huh?”
For some reason, he didn’t think that the statue could cook, as he found himself dragging himself up the stairs, going towards the bedroom, pushing the door open and then dropping to the ground, feeling how heavy his body was, the sweaty feeling of his clothes making him feel like he’d ran a mile, even if it’d just been a short trip by car, slowly letting himself drift off to sleep.
He’d deal with things in the morning, when he wasn’t so tired of this.
Those twins had been hot.
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