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Agent Arc Pt. 3 (RWBY)
🕑 Added 2019-05-24 20:55:43 +0000 UTCWeekly Poll Winner
Themes: Teacher/Student, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly
Summary: Part 3 of "Agent Arc". It's time for Jaune to get in close with the Deputy Headmistress. First, some private tutoring, to get him up to the level of the other students, despite the fact that he's secretly far above all of them. After that... well, it's only a matter of time before Agent Arc has exactly what he wants. And a needy, horny cougar of a huntress at his beck and call as well.
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“Begin.”
As young Jaune Arc launches himself forward, his sword lancing towards her midsection, Glynda brings up her riding crop and deflects his blow, while at the same time drifting to the side. However, she notes that she doesn’t do so easily, and as soon as she’s turned his first strike aside, Jaune is following up with another, slashing back and forth far faster than he would have at the start of the year.
She was still untouchable, of course. Professor Glynda Goodwitch wasn’t just a staff member at Beacon, she was a skilled and experienced huntress in her own right. You didn’t get to Glynda’s place in life by being weak or not learning a thing or two. There was a common saying among civilians that went something like ‘those who can, do and those who can’t, teach’. This was categorically untrue when it came to hunters and huntresses.
Those who lived to Glynda’s age were undeniably the best that the Kingdoms had to offer, and it was almost their duty to begin spending some of their time mentoring and teaching the next generation of hunters and huntresses what they had learned and just how they’d managed to stay alive for so long. Glynda certainly believed that it was her duty, and it was why she was a Professor at Beacon in the first place. But-
Suddenly, Jaune’s shield is in her face, and Glynda has to bring up her free hand to block it with a rune as she taps her foot against the floor of the room and propels herself back a few feet. That was… hm, unexpected. Though of course, Glynda doesn’t let that show on her face, beyond a simple lifting of one of her eyebrows as Jaune takes a moment to collect himself, panting heavily.
It wasn’t the first time he’d tried that trick, distracting her with his sword, only to feint in with his shield. But he was undeniably getting better with it, these days. And wasn’t that the case for him altogether? Glynda’s lips barely, imperceptibly thin out, even as Jaune comes at her again, slicing away, trying his best to get through her defenses.
They continue to spar, but while Glynda allows herself to place some of her focus on her internal thoughts once more, this time they are directed at the enigma of a young man in front of her. Jaune Arc is… an oddity, to be sure. It seems he’s a prodigy even, a talent unlike Glynda has seen in far, FAR too long. It’s funny, because she really didn’t think much of him, at first.
Ozpin had been the one to give the go ahead on allowing the boy in, even though Jaune’s papers were blatantly, obviously forged. Glynda had been against it from the start, but supposedly, Ozpin had seen some hidden, untapped reservoir of potential in the boy. Truth be told, these days, Glynda was starting to see it as well.
Jaune had come to her, a few weeks back. He’d very nearly been in tears when he’d confided in her about his lies. Yes, he himself had confessed to her that he’d forged his transcripts, that he’d just wanted to prove to his family that he was capable of becoming a hunter. He’d told her how he ran away from home, and effectively snuck into Beacon. He’d also unloaded on her about how he didn’t know how to be a leader, asking her why Ozpin had seen fit to place him in charge of Team JNPR.
It was clear that the blond boy expected to be expelled. It was equally clear that for whatever reason, Ozpin wanted him around. Under any other circumstances, Glynda would have kicked him out of Beacon for his confession. Though, because he confessed unprompted, she probably would have at least been gently and somewhat pitying about it.
However, in the interest of keeping Ozpin happy, as tiring as that had become, Glynda did something else instead. She took Jaune… and she placed him under her care on a semi-permanent basis. It was… interesting, to say the least. It’d been a long time since Glynda had spent so much time one-on-one with a student. It’d been a long time since she’d been able to mentor someone in an apprenticeship, working so closely with them.
She’d forgotten how rewarding it could be, but she’s reminded now, as Jaune changes things up again with his simple sword-and-shield. This time, it’s a double feint, the sword feinting so that he can attempt a shield bash, except that too is a feint. Glynda still manages to dodge out of the way in time, mostly, but Crocea Mors, kept undeniably sharp, still slices her cheek, cutting off the faintest sliver of her aura.
He’d landed a blow, and they both knew it. Just as they both knew tonight’s lesson was over. Glynda straightens up, and so does Jaune, and they both give each other a bow, before Jaune folds his shield back into the sheathe for his sword.
“Thank you for the lesson, Professor Goodwitch.”
“… You did very well tonight, Jaune. I’ll see you again tomorrow.”
He nods, and turns and leaves, without ever looking back. Glynda watches him go. Once he’s left the classroom, she makes her way to her office at the back, her spine undeniably straight. She makes it into her office and closes and locks the door behind herself before falling flat on her ass, right up against it. Her legs, bent at the knees, spread wide and one of her hands slides down between her thighs, while the other moves to her chest.
A truly wanton moan leaves the older woman’s throat, but in the soundproofed confines of her office, she knows she’s safe. Safe to just… let go. Because Professor Glynda Goodwitch has a secret, one that she doesn’t even allow herself to THINK about, outside of this room. She has a very specific fetish, one that she’s never been so damn close to fulfilling.
While she may not look it, Glynda has always been a battle junkie. But it’s not just battle that gets her hot and bothered, it’s something far more specific. It’s the thought that she might train a hunter who would one day surpass her. That one of her male students might one day become so strong, that he could defeat even her. He would be better than her, and she… s-she would…
Glynda bites her lower lip to avoid crying out as she grinds the heel of her palm into her panties, which are already soaked through in these last few moments. Then, she lets out a shuddering breath, and allows herself to say his name.
“Jaune…”
He is, without a doubt, her best student. He was her worst in years at first, possibly the worst she’d ever seen. But when she’d taken him on as an apprentice, when she’d started tutoring and mentoring him, he’d began improving in leaps and bounds. His was a talent that NEEDED to be nurtured. His was a talent unlike any that Beacon or the Vale had seen in far too long.
And on a personal level, he was getting oh so close to unknowingly fulfilling at least part of her deepest, darkest fantasies. Not that Glynda would ever force herself upon a student, but she would happily take him surpassing her. If he could just… beat her in a duel, she would be content. Sitting there on the floor of her office, back up against the door, Glynda finally pulls her panties to the side, just as she tugs away her shirt and bra from her breasts. She allows herself to continue saying his name, even as she touches herself to the fantasy built up in her head.
“Jaune… oh yes, Jaune. Just like that. Mm, you big strong man, TAKE ME!”
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Watching Glynda go to town on herself puts quite the smile on Jaune’s face as he observes her through the hidden cameras in her office. Hearing his name from her lips… that does all kinds of things for his cock, if he’s being honest. But this is also the mission. This is what he’s officially at Beacon for, so he can’t fuck it up now.
Luckily, the intelligence was good. These cameras had been placed in Glynda’s office by another Atlesian Specialist months ago, and that was how they’d found out exactly what the Professor got up to behind closed doors. He wondered who’s name she’d muttered before him, for the profile they put together of her to cause them to send him in. They could have sent an older infiltrator as a Professor after all, potentially. OR, they could have given him a cover that didn’t make him look like an incompetent idiot who’d very obviously falsified his way into the Academy.
Instead, they’d gone this route. And Jaune couldn’t deny that it was working. He saw how Glynda looked at him, when she thought he wasn’t looking. He was pretty sure even she didn’t know how bad she had it, how much she wanted to jump his bones. Or more accurately, she didn’t allow herself to acknowledge it until she was in her office. That was fine. Jaune had plenty of blackmail material, right here.
And yet… he wasn’t going to use it to bed her. Perhaps it was a matter of professional pride, but Agent Jaune Arc of the Atlesian Military did NOT need blackmail to get a woman, even an older woman, into bed. Glynda Goodwitch was a tough nut to crack, not because she was a prude, but because she was aware of her lurid desires and kept them tightly locked under wraps. But Jaune Arc was just the man to crack her. And crack her he would.
It was only a matter of time now…
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Blade clashes with crop, but this time, Crocea Mors’ edge strikes closer to the handle, and in such a way that the riding crop is suddenly lashed free of Glynda’s hand. The Professor barely has a moment to realize what’s happened, before Jaune is shoulder-checking her and sending her falling back flat on her ass on the ground, his sword pointed unerringly at her face for a moment as she just sits there… defeated.
For a brief second, Glynda just stares at Crocea Mors’ tip, amazed. He… he’d done it. A few weeks more of training, and just like that, Jaune Arc had surpassed her. He’d BEATEN her. Glynda wasn’t sure what to do. She wasn’t sure what to say. After a moment of frozen time, Jaune pulls back his sword and gives her a big, wide grin as he offers her his hand so he can help her up.
Not really thinking about it, somewhat in a daze, Glynda takes it and lets him pull her to her feet. However, Jaune doesn’t stop there. He continues to pull her, until she suddenly finds herself kissing her blond student, their bodies pushed together and Jaune’s lips on her own as his tongue plays across her teeth. Glynda’s eyes are wide, and her hands instinctively come up to push him away, but in the end, all she does is clutch at his chest plate, gripping it tightly as they continue to kiss for what felt like an eternity.
Eventually, they pull apart. Jaune gives her a sheepish smile.
“Sorry, but I promised myself I wouldn’t do that until I’d won. I had to prove I was worthy first. I hope I wasn’t too forwa-mmph!”
This time it’s Glynda who kisses Jaune, and she drags the younger man into it, really giving it her all. Their tongues intertwine as things escalate rather quickly. One moment, Jaune is still holding his sword and shield as they makeout. The next, his sword and shield are gone, and Glynda finds herself pushed up against the nearest set of student desks across the room, which is designed somewhat like a gladiator pit, with the desks like ‘stands’ for the students to sit in.
Jaune presses her up against it, and he grabs her wrists and holds them over her head with one hand, while using the other to grope and molest her. And Glynda LOVES it. She loves every last bit of it, as he kisses her, as he touches her. As soon as her hands are free, she begins to work at her shirt, at her skirt. She tugs at her garments first, and then his.
She wants him to be with her. She wants him INSIDE of her. And luckily, Jaune wants it just as much. It’s not long before Glynda finds herself on her hands and knees, her breasts freed from the confines of her shirt and her pantyhose pulled down, her skirt flipped up, to expose her pale bottom and her dripping wet cunt. She doesn’t get a chance to see his cock before it’s inside of her, but Glynda doesn’t mind too much. She gets to feel it instead, and for her, that’s even better.
This young man who’s bested her in combat, even if it was a spar… he’s taking her now. He’s fulfilling one of her deepest desires, one of the greatest fantasies. To train the man who would in turn conquer her has been something Glynda has fantasized about for longer than she could remember. Jaune is giving her that now. He’s fucking her, and as his cock thrusts in and out of her, as he takes her from behind with deep, vigorous thrusts, Glynda can only cry out in an ugly manner, climaxing time and time again.
“Yes, Jaune! Yes! Fuck me, please fuck me! GOD, YES!!!”
He gives her what she asks for. He fucks her, and then for good measure, he fucks her some more. At some point in the midst of all that, they move to her office. Jaune growls into her ear that he wants her to ride him while he sits in her chair behind her desk, and Glynda thinks that sounds so fucking hot. Not to mention, it’d probably be better if a dalliance with a student took place in a more secure, soundproofed location than her classroom.
So, she lets him carry her into her office, she lets him lock the door behind him. She lets him seat in her chair like he’s the Professor and she’s nothing but a naughty little student who deserves to be punished. And then she rides him, reverse cowgirl, until she’s milked every last drop of his seed from his balls, until her womb is full of his cum thrice over, until she’s climaxed so damn much that she feels like she’s given herself aura exhaustion.
She passes out in his arms, but when she comes to, he’s nowhere to be seen. For a moment, Glynda can’t help but wonder if it was all just a dream, a fantasy that had seemed so very real. But then her scroll buzzes, as if he’d known exactly when she woke up, and Glynda found herself staring at a picture of herself, eyes rolled back in her skull, tongue lolled out of her mouth, and hands making two peace signs on either side of her head, as his cock filled her down below.
Blushing deeply, Glynda can’t help but smile when the follow up message from Jaune comes through.
Same time tomorrow?
Licking her lips and nodding despite the fact that she was alone in her office, Glynda takes great satisfaction in replying with a simple one-word response.
Yes.
Comments
OmegaUltima
Really hope this eventually gets all the girls involved
Derek58
Damn that was hot
