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This is commissioned work.
He wasn’t very well-served by the attention that he was getting. If he had known that just shaving a little would get him this much attention, he wouldn’t have done so, trying to make himself as scarce from the attention as he could, whilst he was to meet up with the four unfortunate souls that would be his students, technically. Glynda was his teacher, at the very least, so it wouldn’t be the worst thing to teach her a few things that he’d picked up from the time he’d spent out into the wilds during their trip towards Haven and later Atlas.
“How about you come with me and we’ll give you a little treat, just for the road, Mister?”
‘I really don’t feel comfortable with that.’
Sure, the girl that had offered that definitely had a nice set of breasts, but he was pretty sure that she and her friend definitely had their own relationships, they wore promise rings, which were archaic wedding-style rings that he remembered Saphron and Terra wearing, once upon a time, a long, long time ago.
They wouldn’t have met, since they’d only gotten to meet and later marry, when he’d been twelve.
“I’m afraid that I’m waiting for my team, ma’am.”
His lips barely moved, and he could spot someone coming up, a flicking of the tail, the top that she wore definitely wrapping taut around those breasts that were faker than his anticipation for actually being her team lead, the brown-ish auburn hair making him wonder whether he’d pissed off some god in another life…
Before realizing that he’d been here with the permit of a god.
He could see her push past the black-haired girl that’d offered him a damn fine look at her cleavage, with a hint of legs… not that he was scant for choice with that either, since most of his team would fit ‘wank fodder’ material easily, if they dolled themselves up in something scarce and tight.
‘Doesn’t she recognize me?’
This shrill-voiced harpy of a snake woman would no doubt be giving him a lecture for being too late, or too early, seeing that difficult look on her face.
Arguably, a pretty face, at least, when there wasn’t a tattoo to be seen, which was getting to be something of a rarity or something, if one had to see Laura Craft at first glance.
“Want to get with a real woman for a quickie, handsome? I bet I can make you feel like you’ve got a viper in your pit, and it’s free for you to hit.”
‘Is she hitting on me?’
He raised an eyebrow, before deciding to humor her, at least, not in the fashion that she’d want to be humored.
“Not if you were the last Faunus on earth and I was a horny young man, Miss Craft. Please, lead me to the others, so we can be off. I would absolutely hate to have to knock you out again when you declare me an enemy of womanhood.”
Her eyes went wide for a fraction of a second, before they narrowed venomously, and she actually hissed at him like a snake.
“Dark! You’re-”
He pre-empted that, getting up close and looking down at her.
“Going to beat the crap out of you, Miss Craft? If you want to, sure. It didn’t exactly help you, or your team, when it was four against one, and I still knocked you out. Now, take me to the others, so we can be off.”
He remembered the thing that had irked them greatly.
“I don’t do things with girls that are too young for me, Miss Craft. And I certainly am not going to lay a hand on a woman that has the impulse control of a toddler.”
He moved before she could, grabbing her by the throat and lifting her up, before moving through the crowd, grip being as strong as he could make it, as she tried to pry his arm off, spotting Glynda there, wearing a…
‘Well, I didn’t know she could wear a coat.’
That was fairly neat, but it was time for them to get their supplies.
“I am going to put you down now, Miss Craft. Please, for the love of the Gods, don’t try to strike me down, out of your desire for me… and your offer of a ‘viper in my pit’ is denied. We are going shopping, and I will be the one who will be making sure that you and the others will be a better fighter than I am, by the time I am done with you.”
He let go of her, Laura dropping to her feet, wobbling a little and using her tail to actually stand up straight, shaking her head a little.
“Dark! You’re not going to treat me like your woman! I have sucked too many fucking cocks to be anyone’s woman, and-”
‘I want to punch her. I want to punch her so bad.’
He was saved from doing so by Hanako coming in, her steps as light as the shadows, taking Laura by the arm.
“Laura-chan, let’s not make it a scene. People are staring at Dark-sensei.”
Jaune supposed that people could stare at him all they wanted.
‘Not like I’m not used to being stared at.’
You had a lot of time to think in the Ever After, and he was sure that the onlookers would rather be looking elsewhere, as he turned his head and grabbed his sword.
“I suggest that you people not pay too much attention to my team. They’re my responsibility.”
He was responsible for them.
This armor was a little tight, but he was responsible for them, and it was needed.
‘Look at me, being direct.’
He didn’t even think he could muster the energy to deal with four strong personalities, but he’d survived Nora Valkyrie becoming a force majeure within his team, so he would likely be alright, even if Laura was a troublemaker.
“Fine… Lead the way, asshole. You’re just a man, thinking you can control my body.”
Jaune gave the snake Faunus a stare.
“Didn’t stop you from inking men’s names all over yourself, did it? They should call you Laura Crap, because you’re looking like the wall you see when you take a shit.”
He was sick of Laura’s constant anger, but he’d swallow his anger for the time being, since he had a mission to complete first: getting them all some stuff for the road trip.
‘We’ll get the official mission when we leave, so we’d better pack for three to four months, just in case.’
At least three bundles of rope, just in case.
Glynda had to admit, the man cleaned up very nicely.
Long blonde hair, a little wavy, as if he’d had a curling iron used on it, and those stern, stoic blue eyes, as well as the smooth shave that he had going on, it did interesting things with her, as he marched ahead of them, hair tousled by the wind.
“Do you like how he looks, Glynda?”
She did. A man that looked so clean-shaven, so directly responsible, definitely was something of a lure for her, but she didn’t voice it, as the man moved along, her estimation of his age adjusted somewhat lower than she had expected. The beard and the lack of shaving had added years, but he made her feel like she was looking at a mature adult, not like James, but more like someone that would be able to bring to bear that force that she would be forced to obey.
“He doesn’t look half-bad with a shave and a respectable set of armor.”
She had to remain objective…
A little part of her realized that if he had worn that armor, that he might’ve been able to resist her even better, because she had tried to tug on the straps that kept it together, only to find her Semblance not having any grip on it.
‘He must be flexing his Aura through the armor…’
A dangerous foe, but also a thrill, as she turned to their troublemaker, Laura’s expression looking like she’d just had a pitcher of ice-water dunked all over her.
“Don’t look so put out, Miss Craft. We’ll be settled with the man for the foreseeable future. He may not be able to teach us a lesson. Combat skill and educational skill are different.”
He turned his head.
“As is being prepared, Miss Goodwitch. As is being prepared. I am not sure what you have managed to obtain, but I will be inspecting your bags, in order to throw out the useless stuff that you’ve gathered, and replacing it with something that will be of use.”
Her mind thought to what they had already gotten, and they definitely made a little faster a tread, knowing that if the toys were any indication, things might go and become embarrassing when it came to the man finding the… special girl things.
Glynda was not nervous to admit that even she required a little ‘special sunshine’ in her happy place, when the day had been stressful. A good and considerate young woman masturbated, obviously… but there was no telling, as Winter’s face was as red as a cherry.
“Mister Dark, I-”
He turned to Winter, and Glynda felt just a teensy bit weak-kneed, as a smile that was fully a smile, reaching those eyes, his words resonant, spoken with confidence.
“Don’t worry, Winter. You’re the newbie on the team, I won’t let you down. These women need to know what to bring, rather than to expect that I will tolerate them hiding their Power-Thrust Three-Thousand or something in their packs. Come on, ladies… General inspection, before we go and get you something that’ll be better coming to use than something that’ll make a Grimm blush.”
He was stern and yet with a sense of humor, Glynda noted, as her eyes twinkled, soft little twitches going through her body at the feeling that she felt, after such a while, remembering how James had been, and how right now, the man was at the very least being very curt and yet with slight acceptance of their youngest member’s flaws as the less-trained member of their team.
“You don’t get to fucking tell me what to do, Dark! I’ll kick your ass!”
‘Some of us have some issues…’
It was unimportant, really, but at some small part of her, she did enjoy the feeling of having a man like him to look at, with that strong nature that was strict, and yet warmth radiating from him, rather than an ice-cold bastard heart with no warmth for people in it.
Hanako grimaced, as she laid out the items from the special compartment in her pack, the three bottles of super-lube, the large ‘Hymen Destroyer Ichi Bankai’ vibrator and the two vibrating eggs that came from the same package, as well as the butt plug that she had for the ‘special’ type of orders, Marine giggling as she looked at it.
“He looks completely unfazed by the sight of it. I wonder if he’s going to be banging Mahou-chan first… Or maybe Hebi-chan? Don’t you think those two would be fucking like mating snakes? I bet she’d love to feel his strong manly hands around her throat, as she is forced to take his massive white spear to her tender heart. Oh, think of the scenarios…”
She already did, honestly. Once she could get a bit of time to put pen to paper and the book to rest, she was going to make Hebi-chan, the super sexy ninja, and her arch-nemesis, the dark sensei.
“These are my toys, Dark-sensei.”
She wasn’t listening to Marine, she wasn’t listening to Marine, she wasn’t checking him out, she wasn’t checking out whether he had a big dick…
She wasn’t going to be thinking about some hot and smutty human-on-Faunus sex stuff. Her tail curled around her leg, as he held up the vibrating eggs for a moment, before he went for the vibrator, flicking the button and seeing it buzz and vibrate for a bit.
Hanako felt like she was going to die of embarrassment.
“Do you really need this toy to feel good? You can just talk to your friends as well, well… teammates. It’s what we did, a long… a long time ago.”
The wistful, yearning look, as those eyes peered far-off, making Hanako feel like something inside her was being twanged, like a chord struck, vibrating through her chest.
“Was your team very popular, Dark-sensei?”
They weren’t all together in the same room, thankfully. It had been understood that he would want to inspect the gear for each one of them, and then deliberate on what to do, the man looking at the toy in his hand, before he put it down gently.
“Well… not really. I…”
He trailed off, and Marine looked at him, her expression a little worried.
“Hana-chan, I think he’s sad. I told you that this was him, but… but I just feel that he’s sad. Shogun-sama is sad, and we can’t do much about him. You could let me in, but I don’t think it would help.”
Her Semblance-ghost, telling her that it wouldn’t help one bit, to her mind already a foregone conclusion, as she looked at the toy.
“Maybe… Maybe it would be a good thing, for… for pleasure is a good feeling.”
He turned to her and he stared, and Hanako found her breath being taken away, as he gave her a bitter look, as he looked at the toy.
“Just… just be careful, Miss Kitagawa. I hope you’ll never have to turn out like how I turned out. Sometimes…”
There was a bitter tone to his voice, a sorrow in his emotions that crept in, unbidden and unwanted, as he seemed to trail off, lost in thought.
“Sometimes, the moments when you feel like you’ve got it all, are the worst to be in.”
Hanako saw the moment pass by, as she watched him shift back a little into the guiding figure that he was supposed to be.
Marine piped up, suddenly.
“Hanako, darling… We are so going to suck his dick until it falls off and he’s a happy putty in our hands. He’s worthy of the services of the great Kitagawa Marine, greatest imposter of Mistral’s hidden forces.”
Hanako wasn’t sure about that, but she wasn’t going to ask him.
Others might have something to say about it, and her Semblance was a little weird when it came to that bit of interaction.
It was her burden to bear.
“Does it pass muster, Dark-sensei? Laura-chan said that we should go by the pharmacy later for some… things.”
He looked at her and smiled.
“Yeah… I was thinking about that as well. You girls shouldn’t skimp on stuff, with me there, it’s not as good a dynamic, but I won’t let you girls go and be miserable together.”
“Protective, Hana-chan. He’s protective… Think of a storm of cherry blossoms and him standing there, shirtless, looking at you with that really big meaty sword out. Giving that masculine rumble, telling you to be his personal fuck-kitten…”
She was ignoring this, even if her ears went pinkish red with embarrassment at the thought. Her Semblance was really annoying sometimes…
But not that it was a bad image, however.
Laura saw him dump her carefully packed bag out over the bed, clearing his throat and grabbing some of her favorite stuff! The double-ended cunt-wrecker supreme that she’d gotten when she’d gone from Vacuo to Vale, just as a little gift from the gift shop, the three dildoes that had come as a set, which had been stuffed into her pussy when Matthew and Perry had double-teamed her and made her be their little-
“HEY! THAT SHIT IS PRIVATE, DARK!”
The guy was no doubt wanting her to choke on his salami as extra services! He might even do things with Winter’s tight teenage virgin body!
‘Don’t worry, I’ll keep you girls safe. This asshole’s got a damn fuckable face, and I’m sure that he’s just waiting to bide his time, before we’ll all be his cock-rags.’
She wasn’t going to be fooled into thinking that he was some benign, gentle giant of a man with big hands, a face that was definitely better to gawk at from a distance than up close, knowing that if he grabbed her by her throat one more time and choked her, she was going to cum…
‘Fucking asshole man, he’s going to be a menage. A menage a-’
The fucker would want them all lined up, and then play with their pussies! No doubt, he had a little dick, because that pretty a guy, with a massive dick? What the hell was this cosmic joke coming to, the guy couldn’t have a massive dick! She had a massive dick! Bigger than his!
‘I bet this fuckhead is just waiting…’
Winter would no doubt be first, and she’d be protecting her with her full might. Screw her dad and his outdated views, she was a woman-first person! There wouldn’t be any stinking men trying their luck with her team, especially not with Laura Craft on the slither!
“It’s not damn private, Craft. You’re going to be playing by my rules when I’m the leader, not by your own. I don’t want to see you having a fucking half-forearm thick thing in your pack that isn’t a Dust-based explosive!”
She couldn’t help the fact that she had a high sex drive! Especially because all men were shit, she needed to have a bit of fun, whilst she could get it. It wouldn’t be any good for her to not have some toys.
“You can’t do that, you asshole! Some of us have needs, not that you’d be aware of those, you old crusty bastard!”
He was an asshole, not at all her type!
“Just go and find a damn guy if you need to get some, Craft, but don’t bother the rest of your team with it! You’ve got some space to have someone’s dick tattooed on your forehead, because that’s what you seem to be doing all the damn time.”
She was going to rip into him, but stopped herself.
“I need one toy. We’re going to buy a new one.”
She’d see how embarrassed he could get about toys. No doubt, he wasn’t the type of guy that would have any knowledge of that sort of stuff! He was practically ancient, double her age at the very least…
Even if he didn’t look like he was twice her age.
“Fine… The rest is… passable, I guess. I need to buy some gear anyways… I can write it off as team expenses, anyways. My armor isn’t exactly suited for a backpack.”
She had a nice top and some shorts now.
“Just don’t expect us to be your little horny sex dolls, Dark. You’re just the guy that we need to keep alive to graduate properly. I’m going to be a kick-ass huntress and no man is going to get me down.”
She’d been let down too often for that.
Winter softly put the bag down, the outfit that was tailored after the Atlesian Specialists but without the official ranking symbols on it being perfect for her to wear, since it made everything feel more uniform as they would travel through the wilderness.
“Is that okay, sir?”
He gave a small smile, before he nodded.
“It looks fine, on the surface. No sex toys, though…”
She blushed. It hadn’t been her incentive at all, but they had wanted to give her something, but they’d gotten removed from the store before they could purchase something for themselves.
“They would insist…”
She tried to say, but the man held up a hand.
“Let me guess, Craft is trying to put you up to that?”
She shook her head, but he gave a dry laugh, as he brushed his hand through his hair.
“That woman… Sometimes, I wonder if she’s got a sensible bone in her body, but then I am astounded by the level of boneheadedness that she has… She… well, we’re going to get her a sex toy, when we’re at the store. She would ditch that whole elephant cock-looking thing…”
‘The what?’
The guy brushed it off, clearly getting the look that she sent him as a question, and then parsing things through.
“Don’t worry about it, Winter. I’m going to get you ready to graduate. I just hope that we’ll all make it through.”
She privately noted the far-off look and ascribed it to the losses that people felt, analyzing the man’s stance for a moment, before he seemed to shed that as a cloak thrown off.
“And we’ll make you into a Huntress.”
She felt the support that he gave her, and was surprised at how good it felt to have someone support her, knowing that it was probably a wrong feeling, but…
“Thank you, sir.”
He smiled.
“Jaune. It’s my name, Winter. I’ve got your back, as you’ve got mine.”
She felt more at ease now, before she voiced a question.
“Are you attempting to seduce me into bed with you, Mister Dark?”
He looked at her, before he made a low ‘ohhh’ sound, and coughed.
“No, nothing of the sort. Just… I just don’t want to let your first experience be a bad one. It’s your life, you can live it as you wish, but I will try to make you into a woman.”
She gave him a look, raising an eyebrow, watching as he cracked a smile.
“It’s a joke, Winter. I’ll make you into the coolest Huntress in the whole Kingdom, I promise.”
She found herself giggling lightly, smiling broader than she’d thought she could smile, before watching him turn to the bag that had contained her Huntress survival package.
“Though we should get some more easily made rations in there, so we can have enough to survive off if we do end up stranded in the middle of the woods. Not a fun thing, having to wait until the Grimm disappear from the area, but a hell of a lot safer if you aren’t starving.”
She supposed that it was that way.
“As you say, sir.”
He smiled at her, kindly.
“It’s Jaune, Winter. Just… Sir feels like it’s my father, you know? I don’t want to be thought of as uncool, like a dad. He must be proud of you, though.”
She doubted that. She didn’t voice that thought, though.
“So? What would be ‘acceptable sexual relief’ for you, Mister Dark?”
Laura’s voice was dripping with venom, as the man stood there in front of the sex toys aisle, looking fairly unflappable, Glynda’s expression modest, but curious at the same time. The man scanned the aisle for a little moment, before he plucked one of the sex toys from the shelf, and then scanned the back of it with a cursory glance, before holding it firmly in his grip, the box turned around again and he sized the snake Faunus up.
“This one will do. It doesn’t require Dust batteries, nor does it have any serious moving parts that can create injuries or chafing.”
The design was something simple, a big metallic tube that looked to be moulded from something, ceramic option being also a thing, and relatively cheaply priced, at least for now, Laura’s expression looking darker and darker, with every moment which passed.
“Don’t think that I’ll take it. It’s a girl’s health, after all.”
Glynda watched the play, as the man reached for another dildo, holding it out to Hanako, who took it.
“Since we’re here anyways, make sure that you check this one out. It’s a little thicker than what Craft has at her disposal, but it’s made of Mistralian wood polished, with enough of a shaped wooden head to touch at the inner walls.”
Glynda had to adjust her estimation of the man a little, and she spoke up.
“Are you planning on buying us all a dildo, Mister Dark?”
He turned to her sharply, flashing a smile.
“Section thirty-five three zero two, on the claiming forms, Miss Goodwitch. You can deduct expenses made for ‘in-field relief items’, like condoms, as long as the serial numbers match the invoice. They don’t usually check, but my teacher said that it is best to have such things ready, just in case.”
Glynda couldn’t fault the logic in that.
“Astute, Mister Dark. You are quite fortunate to know it.”
The sheepish laughter that he gave was not at all charming, as Laura looked like she was going to go and object.
“It’s nothing, really. I’m… They didn’t have one in my size, before we left. It’s not… I mean, it’s personal.”
‘I guess he isn’t as equipped down there as he would seem to be.’
Not a flaw, per se, but still something to note. She liked them a little thicker than a pencil.
“Well? Are you selecting one for Winter as well?”
The girl looked a little spooked at being referenced, but Winter would have to learn to bear the brunt of intrigue, because she was the youngest.
“Once she’s 18, she’ll get one of these. It’s not like I am keeping you around as my own personal harem.”
The clerk came marching up to them, and Jaune gave a cool look.
“Is there something that I can help you with?”
He was stoic, strong and masculine, as his voice demanded an answer.
“These three are banned from the store, after causing a ruckus earlier this week, mister.”
The smile appeared on the man’s face as if by command, and he sighed, dramatically, in Glynda’s mind.
“I’m afraid we’re just stocking up on things… Could you fetch me a box of XS-sized condoms, please?”
‘I knew it.’
It was a shame… but Glynda would best the man, eventually.
Jaune’s eyes fell onto the box of condoms, mentally counting the amount, and then deciding that another box would be just as well.
“Could I have another box? These’ll be done with in less than a month.”
A little trick that he had learned from Ren, who had more survival knowledge than he had, and an incentive to keep his Dust supplies very dry. A condom, simply wrapped around a Dust Crystal, tucked somewhere tight and not too frustrating to the touch, leaving them all present and fight-worthy, even in pouring rain.
People would think Dust didn’t attract lightning, but Nora had gotten hit by lightning twice in the same thunderstorm.
A condom covering the dust shards before use would keep them nice and dry and not blasting them with lightning, especially the type that would be leaving sparks, not after that bad monday. Ruby’s hair had stood on end, as he pulled out the card attached with the Beacon Academy expenses, something that the Headmaster had given him when the official mission statement had been delivered.
“That’ll be 5000 Lien, mister.”
He swiped the card, without even thinking about it, and then got the items in a neat bag. A simple dildo for Laura, Glynda and Hanako, and a promise to Winter that she’d get one when she was eighteen, and he’d make sure that whenever she got a boyfriend, she’d be fully aware of how things functioned, even with him not having any physical experience.
He doubted that Laura would be a good guide in that respect, since she had bad decisions and trouble written all over her in ink that wouldn’t fade so quickly.
“The receipt, please. I need to declare this at the mission board as mission expenses.”
He would file things properly, so they wouldn’t find fault with his accounting, and there wouldn’t be any nasty business with any additional issues.
He could depend on his students’ money, of course, but he wasn’t going to do this off the books, especially for some supplies that would be needed.
“Thank you. I’d like a bag with it, please.”
They were out of the store and he marched right into the next one, going for the preservatives section.
‘Okay, salt…’
Curing meat was a good thing, especially since they had to hunt for their meals at times.
Winter watched the man haggle, a bag of salt already on the counter, three to four minutes into Laura’s little frustrated hissing mood, as she seemed to be short of patience, the man’s long blonde hair giving him an effeminate quality, but also making him look like a mature adult.
The armor fit him well, the dark tones at odds with the native whites and blues of her Kingdom, without the worry that he’d be too seen in the darkness of the woods, no doubt made for something that would be tougher than the average Huntress.
“Come on, come on… What’s taking it so long? You bastard…”
Laura was grumbling under her breath, Hanako was scribbling something in a notebook, Laura’s tail flicking, whilst Glynda looked dispassionately at the man, a small smile curling at her lips.
It was pretty clear to Winter that not many of the four of them liked the man overly much. Prideful Glynda, with her self-assuredness; withdrawn and a little shy Hanako, who didn’t voice herself passionately enough and Laura, burning hot and fiery against men, without considering the extra worries of things, and herself, a newbie in the world of Huntsmen, though…
Her grandfather had told her that you could see the measure of a man by the actions that he took, the man’s words coming to the fore again, as she wondered about the man’s past for a moment, as he leaned over the counter.
“This is for a long trip, sir, we are here to get things squared away so we’ll be able to get out into the wilds and actually cull some Grimm, not going on some domestic little thing. If I wanted a domestic thing, would I let my women dress like a walking billboard?”
A finger was aimed at Laura, who snapped.
“Hey!”
He didn’t really seem to be too worried about Laura though, and ten minutes of haggling later, he walked away with a bag of salt that looked to be fit for a lot of curing, as well as a discount on some jerky strips.
‘Amazing…’
“Craft, you carry the salt. You’re salty enough… On to the next store, for your replacement Huntress outfits. You didn’t think that you’d be walking around like a trashy woman, a hot vixen and her pussycat Faunus and their little cute sexy understudy, right? You ladies, are going to get clothes.”
Laura was ready to spit fire, even when the salt was put into the backpack that she’d gotten.
“Don’t tell me what to do, you man! I can dress myself!”
The roll of the eyes and the scoff was enough to show that their leader thought not.
Winter believed that she might come to appreciate the man as a teacher, given that he was fairly uncompromising on his ideals.
Not ideal in any sense, but he was at the very least someone that didn’t seem to think too hard about how to get them into bed.
‘We’re too young for him, so he wouldn’t think about it.’
This was commissioned work.