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Cinder Fall, a professor at Beacon Academy, was usually very in control. But there was always one emotion that she had trouble with: Jealousy. The green beast always rose when someone flirted with her secret husband, fellow professor Jaune Arc. From students such as Ruby Rose and Pyrrha Nikos, to her own colleagues, like Glynda! She hated it...but Jaune never failed to let her know who he belonged to~
Cinder Fall liked to think of herself as a calm, rational woman. She had been through a shit childhood, an abusive adopted mother and sisters who treated her like a live in servant while barely taking care of her, made it necessary, otherwise the punishments would have been far worse than simply being denied food or the odd slap here and there.
But thankfully she hadn’t had to stay there too long, someone who had stayed at the Glass Unicorn had noticed the treatment, had noticed her, and had gotten the Madame arrested and brought her into their home, raising her as his own and training her, helping her get into a proper Academy and become the Huntress that she was now.
Upon moving to Vale to go to Beacon, she had met the man who would become her partner and fellow Teacher at Beacon Academy years later: Jaune Arc, who was at the time, awkward and gangly. It wasn’t that he didn’t have skill, but he was rough around the edges.
But having issues with his combat wasn’t an issue (she more than willingly helped with that, especially when he asked), considering he was brilliant. He was the only person who aced the rather brutal Strategy and Tactics classes that Beacon held for leaders. He always knew how best to use the people with him on the battlefield, as disgusting as the way it was said was. He was also incredibly kind, always helping and never judging her when she had nightmares, simply getting her some tea and sitting by her side as she stopped shaking from her terrors of memories past.
Was it so hard to think she would fall for him?
It was his intelligence and his ability to perfectly use the people at his disposal that saved so many at the tragedy of Mount Glenn, leading him to be honored as one of the “Saviors Of The Mountain”.
She had remembered being terrified when they said that they were going to collapse the train tunnels to keep the Grimm from coming in, thinking that they were going to kill him and those he was helping evacuate, but they had managed to escape by the skin of their teeth, saving those last few before the tunnel was imploded, blocking the Grimm behind.
She hadn’t waited, she had grabbed him and kissed him with all that she was worth the moment he had been cleared by the medics, and that night she had shared everything with him, claiming him in every way one could claim the one they loved that didn’t involve a ring, ink, branding, or obscene eldritch rituals.
She and he had made love for so long and so intensely, she couldn’t walk the next day, and was sore as hell, even though it had been so worth it.
After that experience, she had gone and met his family, being accepted by his mother and sisters, welcomed into the family, and teased like none other, joking that they were still virgins and had barely kissed.
Cinder wasn’t the type to take that lying down, and had teased Jaune enough that he fucked her so hard she screamed through the night, keeping them all awake.
...what? She could be petty when she wanted to!
But anyway, that was neither here nor there currently...well, it kind of was, considering she was irritated at multiple people again, just not for the reasons that she had been irritated at her now mother in law and sisters in law.
Who was she irritated by? Only the whole of the females of Beacon at this point! All of them were thirsty for her (secret) husband! While she could commend them for good taste, it was irritating having to deal with all of them mooning over her husband!
From Ruby Rose, who had advanced two years ahead, and was constantly making doe eyes at him (although she was certain that was simply a crush at this point in time), to her older half-sister, the buxom Yang Xiao Long (who seemingly had no shame, and was constantly being written up for undoing buttons on her shirt), Blake Belladonna, who walked with a prominent swing to her hips, and her skirt seemingly got shorter and shorter each time she passed her in the halls. Even Weiss Schnee, who was always chastising the others about decorum, was always bashful and batting her eyes around him!
The others were no better, even if they were a bit more subtle about it. Nikos was constantly asking for some ‘private sparring’ in order to ‘fight at a higher level’...please. Like she didn’t know which sword it was that Nikos wanted to handle!
Or the (supposedly) shy Miss Zedong. Really, Jaune used a Revolver (after a lot of convincing on her part to give him a medium to long range option!), not a Sniper Rifle! There was nothing he could help her with involving her weapon of choice!
Hell, even Glynda, their coworker of several years and someone she tentatively considered a friend, constantly flirted with her husband, offering to work with him to help grade the extra homework, making sure that she sat next to him, leaning and whispering in his ears when she needed to talk, pressing her massive bust against him, all but shoving that cleavage window in her shirt up into his face…
The worst part? Every single one of them were far more curvy than she was. More buxom, bottom heavy, or both. The years of malnutrition she had experienced had done its damage, and while she was perfectly healthy now, there was no way of telling if her body was in its truest proportions.
She sighed, rubbing her temples, trying to ease the tension headache away. A warm body slipped up behind her and gently moved her hands, taking over the rubbing of her temples, small pulses of familiar aura filling her head and making her sigh in relief as the pressure and pain faded away.
She relaxed, sinking back against a broad, firm chest, taking in the scent of spice and the feel of her husband, scooting back against him, rubbing the rounded swell of her rear against the apex of his thighs, smiling softly as she felt the steady swelling of his sword. That bit of confidence was necessary after all the hits her self-image had taken today…
Lips softly pressed against her neck, making her shudder, her heart melt, and butterflies fill her belly again. She sighed softly and tilted her head, letting her neck be more exposed and allow more kisses to be placed on her skin.
“Rough day, sweetheart?” his soft voice entered her ears, making her shiver. She mewled as his hands moved form her temples, moving down to massage her shoulders as she rubbed herself more against him. She moaned softly, nestling her ass against his groin, feeling the bulge against the cleft of her cheeks. She nodded drunkenly as his massage moved lower, rubbing along her back.
“Yesssss~” she mewled, wiggling as she allowed herself to relax, not even noticing as her husband undid the laces of her dress and moved it away, giving him access to her bare skin. Nothing besides pleasure.
She allowed herself to be maneuvered, to lie on her front on the bed, her dress being pulled down and off of her body, leaving her clad only in her thong, the bright crimson string being swallowed by the plump cheeks of her rear.
Her toes curled as her husbands hand’s roamed to her lower back, the pulses of aura filling her with bliss, the front of her thong growing damp from her desire, her nose being tickled by her musk as she whined, arching her rear up as her husband’s thumbs pressed into her hip bones. She inhaled sharply, waiting for him to remove her thong and make love to her…
But he didn’t, bypassing her ass completely and working on her thighs, pressing points on them that had the stress bleed out of them, followed by her legs, then her feet, his hands easing the stress and ache from them with skilled motions.
She couldn’t take it anymore! Pushing her rear up and spreading her thighs, Cinder looked over her shoulder desperately at her husband, seeing the love in his blue eyes as he looked down at her. “Make love to me!” she gasped, wiggling her hips and shaking her rear, “Please!”
Jaune moved fast, pulling her underwear off, Cinder’s cheeks burning as her thong stuck to her pussy for a long moment due to how wet she was, before she was fully exposed, shuddering as the cool air of their bedroom flowed over her soaking folds.
She watched her husband strip, revealing his toned and muscled body, his firm muscles...his massive cock. She licked her lips and arched herself up more, her fingers curling into their blanket as he reached out and cupped her rear, spreading her cheeks the smallest bit, his cock brushing against her soaking lips, before…
He slid in, a long, broken moan escaping her mouth as he slowly worked his way down, up until he bottomed out into her core, claiming her, making her his.
Cinder’s eyes rolled up in her head as Jaune loomed over her, his chest rubbing against her back as he slowly rolled his hips into her rear, needy whimpers spilling from her lips as pleasure filled her, her husband kissing her neck and shoulders, not even needing to use words to let her know what he wanted.
She gasped as his hands curled under her body and gently played with her modest breasts, tugging and tweaking her taut little nipples, a choked gasp of pleasure escaping her as she clenched down around him, already so close to cumming…
Another few strokes took her over the edge.
“Mmmmmeeeeewwwwwhhhhhhhnnnnnn~♥♥!!” her eyes rolled up as her body was washed over in orgasm, unable to keep herself from shaking violently underneath him, her pussy clenching and flexing around him, trying to milk her husband’s cock of it’s load.
A broken little whine escaped her mouth as Jaune latched onto her neck and nibbled, licking and sucking at the tender hollow, sure to leave a prominent mark along her neckline, mewling as she felt thick, wet heat spurting into her core, flooding into her womb and swirling around her baby chamber.
Coming down from her high, she slumped face down onto the bed, no energy left, as Jaune slowly moved them onto their sides, spooning Cinder up to his chest, his hands roaming her belly and chest, kissing her neck continually.
“I love you, Cinder…” he murmured into her ear, his voice warm, making her heart thump loudly against her ribs and tears sting her eyes, grabbing and squeezing his hand, her throat too tight to speak. But he knew how she felt. He knew.
Smiling, Cinder Fall-Arc closed her eyes and snuggled back against her husband’s broad chest, allowing herself to drift off into the land of dreams, comforted by her husband’s love.