Glynda Goodwitch & Team JNPR

"And this is my classroom, the Battle Classroom. Also known by some students as the Coliseum."

As Glynda Goodwitch escorts him into the rather large classroom, what with its arena dominating the center of the room, Whitley Schnee can't help but grin wickedly. After everything with his sister and her team, it had been so very easy to infiltrate Beacon Academy under the pretense of visiting Weiss after her return to school.

With the recent death of his father, everyone was so very willing to coddle him, to feel pity for him. Sure, it was a bit silly for Whitley to be arranging a visit to his big sister so soon after she'd just got done visiting him at home, but his age and his supposed grief allowed for him to be a little silly. They all thought he was just a young boy, clinging to his big sister's skirts for help in these dire times.

Some might have thought less of him for it, but Whitley could care less for those people, and if he had need of it, he could always reveal to them the truth, preferably after they were under his control. Some might have thought to take advantage of his outward weakness, but much like the first group, they were in for a nasty surprise, if Whitley didn't go ahead and just rebuff them altogether.

But those who actually took pity on him… well, Whitley made use of that. He was more than happy to act the young boy supposedly out of his depth, especially if it got him tours by this gorgeous blonde Professor. Looking around the Battle Classroom, Whitley makes all the appropriate notes of appreciation, ooing and awing at the appropriate intervals.

Finally, Glynda gives him a somewhat motherly smile and a wink.

"Would you like to see my office next?"

Beaming, Whitley just nods excitedly, allowing for the huntress to lead him to the back of the classroom, where a door to her office is located. Whitley steps inside of the much smaller room, eyeing it appreciatively for a long moment as Glynda closes and locks the door behind him. He certainly wouldn't be allowed in here under normal circumstances.

There's a brief rustling, and Whitley turns around to regard Glynda Goodwitch, not the least bit surprised to discover she's popped open her white blouse to expose her tits, which are incased in a fetish bra that does nothing to cover up her nipples, as well as hiked up her skirt to show off the fact that she's actually not wearing panties.

She's also dropped into a crouch that further shows off her long pale legs and her dripping wet pussy, while at the same time adopting a truly ludicrous and altogether lewd expression. Gone is the stern, stoic face of Beacon Academy's harshest disciplinarian. In its place isn't even the slightly motherly smile that Glynda had graced him with before they entered this private space. No, the wide-eyed, open-mouthed smile and lolling tongue, combined with the state of dress, all give the air of a needy, horny whore presenting herself to her pimp, rather than a stern professor, giving a young man a tour.

"Master~! I missed you soooo much! I lay awake in bed masturbating to the thought of you all night long!"

Of course, his whore was exactly what Glynda Goodwitch was now, in every way that mattered. And he could imagine Glynda doing exactly what she just said she did. Letting out a low chuckle, Whitley reaches down and unhurriedly unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants, slowly pulling down the zipper in order to tease a whimpering Glynda before finally withdrawing his hardening cock from his pants.

The moments his member hits open air, a low, keening wail begins to sound in the back of the older woman's throat, her bespectacled gaze focused solely and wholly on his naked cock. Whitley just smirks and steps forward, reaching out and grabbing Glynda by her hair bun rather harshly, forcing his cock into her open mouth a moment later and shoving it halfway down her throat. The bitch gags, of course, but there's no complaints and no resistance as she immediately begins to try to suck him off, even in the midst of choking on his cock.

Whitley in turn wastes no time in thrusting into Glynda's throat, fucking the beautiful disciplinarian's face right then and there. After all, he too had spent all night thinking about their next meeting, though he'd had the whole of Team RWBY to keep him company as he'd spent the night in their dorms. After having them rearrange their janky-looking bunkbeds into one big four-bed monstrosity, Whitley had been in the middle of a cuddle pile as he'd enjoyed the four girls all night long, partially to take his mind off of Glynda's gorgeous mature body and partially just because he could.

Coming to Beacon… he'd always intended to have his way with the women found in the Academy. Luckily for him, Glynda Goodwitch had received orders from Headmaster Ozpin himself to treat Whitley with the utmost respect and to get him whatever he wanted. Because, in the end, he wasn't JUST here to visit his sister. That was what everyone assumed was the real reason he'd come to Beacon, but as for an official reason… Whitley, as the new head of the SDC with the passing of his father, had control over where the Schnee Dust Corporation sold its dust.

Put simply, the recent dust thefts that Vale was currently suffering from meant that the Kingdom's government wanted very much to get on Whitley's good side, and perhaps even build the same sort of symbiotic relationship with him that his father had had with Atlas' government. Of course, Atlas wasn't sure they wanted that to happen, but given they had his eldest sister as one of their operatives, they were somewhat mollified that they would still have Whitley's ear when they wanted it. If they had to share that with Vale because of Weiss attending Beacon Academy… well, at the very least Atlas and Vale held closer ties then the other kingdoms, after a fashion.

Of course, Whitley planned to use all of them, to manipulate both governments, and to come out on top no matter what happened in the end. In the immediate though, he'd arrived at Beacon, and with Ozpin being pressured by Vale's Government to get results, had found Glynda Goodwitch prepared to wait on him hand and foot. She'd obviously not been entirely happy about it at first, but Whitley had acted the perfect gentleman, as well as injecting some of the young boy who'd just lost his father into the dynamic, giving Glynda what she expected and tugging on her heart strings, just a tad.

The woman had nevertheless given him an altogether perfunctory and very official tour of Beacon the day before, not even letting him see anything interesting, really. But that was okay, because the purpose of yesterday's tour was to make today's more expansive tour all the more exciting… after all, yesterday Whitley had managed to tag Glynda with not one but several of his glyphs… and those glyphs had gone to work completely altering the woman, turning her into the whorish bitch before him now, that went around wearing truly skimp fetish wear beneath her normal clothing, and also no underwear at all at that.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Glynda's gagging on his big fat cock is music to Whitley's ears as he groans, tilting his head back and skull-fucking the bespectacled woman all the harder. Her glasses are soon dislodged, though they never quite fall off of her face, merely left askew on the bridge of her nose as her nostrils flare desperately for air, her lips stretching wide to accommodate every last bit of his girth, every last inch of his length.

Grinning down at her, Whitley chuckles as he holds her head in both hands and makes use of her to his heart's content. Her technique could certainly use some work, but to be fair, Whitley has no idea when the last time the woman gave head was. Hell, a woman like Glynda Goodwitch? It's possible she's never sucked cock in her entire life.

But what she very clearly lacks in experience, the older woman makes up for in enthusiasm and an eagerness to please her Master, him, with all her heart. Soon enough, Whitley is getting close to the edge. He's about to cum… but of course, he doesn't tell her that. Instead, Whitley just drags Glynda back off of his cock mere moments before his release, and proceeds to paint the blonde woman's face white, coating her from her forehead to her chin in his jizz, and making sure to specially glaze over her askew glasses in the process.

By the time she's done, she looks mighty silly… and Whitley's cock is still rock hard and ready for round two, as the young man himself is all too eager to finally give this tasty bitch what for. She might be old enough to be his mother, sure… but then, Whitley had made his own mother into his pet fuck toy as well, hadn't he?

Using his grip on Glynda's hair bun, Whitley drags the older woman up out of her crouch, though she's still forced into a rather uncomfortable position due to their difference in heights, even as he pulls her over to her desk. Pushing her face down atop it, he bends her over the desk and yanks her skirt up over her ass, forcing it to bunch up around her waist and hips as he exposes her gorgeous, naked behind and her glistening wet cunt, nestled as it is between creamy, pale thighs.

He doesn't fuck her immediately though… instead, he brings his free hand down on Goodwitch's upturned ass, a meaty smack filling the office air as he spanks her harshly and Glynda lets out a distinctly undignified squeal in response.

"What are you, bitch?"

"Y-You're whore, Master! I'm your slutty little whore!"

Smirking, Whitley smacks her other ass cheek, leaving it just as red as the first.

"Not so little, are you? You've got a nice pair of tits, cunt. A nice ass too. You're really in your prime… but how much longer, I wonder?"

Glynda moans and mewls, scrambling against her desk as he holds her down, though she doesn't actually try to stand up or push back against him or anything like that.

"I… I take care of myself, s-sir! I promise, I can be your whore for another d-decade, at least!"

Whitley hums, pretending to consider her words, even as he casually, almost nonchalantly spanks her, back and forth across her upturned ass cheeks, getting them redder and redder as he goes.

"Well, I suppose a decade is about the most I can expect from you. Still, make it two."

"Y-Yes! Yes sir, I promise I will, Master!"

So eager to please… Whitley grins at the effect his glyphs have had on this strong-willed woman. She thought she'd spent all night masturbating to him, mostly because he'd made her think she did. In truth, Glynda Goodwitch had spent most of the night asleep in her bed… but not resting peacefully. No, she'd been in a cold sweat, her face scrunched up in a distinct frown as Whitley's glyphs had slowly but surely rewritten her into the whorish bitch before him now.

"You'll also help me out, won't you? I might just have you fuck a few students here and there… you'd like that, wouldn't you? Being my naughty little whore as I pimp you out to some of the guys in this Academy."

The old Glynda Goodwitch would have balked at the idea, would have been not just horrified, but downright enraged. But then, the old Glynda Goodwitch also wouldn't be bent over her desk, her exposed breasts smooshed against the wood, her face covered in cum, and her reddened behind currently under a barrage from Whitley Schnee of all people.

This Glynda Goodwitch, HIS Glynda Goodwitch… immediately agrees.

"Yessss! I'll fuck whoever you like, sir!"

Smiling, Whitley decides there's no point in continuing the spanking, when at this point, he's basically just teasing himself. His cock is throbbing and hard as he lines it up with Glynda's snatch, and a moment later he's sinking into the older woman's hot, wet, velvety depths, filling her cunt with his member inch by inch, and groaning all the while, his hands on her ass and groping and squeezing the flesh he just got done tenderizing with his palm.

In response, Glynda lets out a throaty, wanton moan, and then proceeds to climax immediately around his dick, her back arching and her head tilting up as she shudders and spasms and shakes, orgasming explosively and squirting her pussy juices out from around his shaft and all over the front of her desk. As Whitley settles in to fuck the gorgeous blonde for a time, plowing her silly and pounding into her cunt with all due force, he leans forward over her, continuing to elaborate on what she's going to do for him from now on.

"You'll fuck whatever man I tell you to, bitch… and you'll arrange for the women of Beacon to have some… private exchanges with me, won't you? I'm sure I can bring them around to my way of thinking."

"Y-Yes sir! I'll help you if you need it! I-I'll help you turn them all into your personal, private whores if that's what you want!"

Whitley just laughs. Perhaps it is what he wants… perhaps not. Sure, Team RWBY are his sex pets now, but that doesn't mean he wants to necessarily whore them all out. If it becomes profitable to do so, then maybe he will… maybe he'll turn every woman in Beacon into a whore. Well, all except for one. Even as Whitley is fucking Glynda Goodwitch silly right there in her office, the woman bent over her desk with his cum still drying on her face… his mind is on another.

Thrusting in and out of Glynda's admittedly tight cunt, the once-stern disciplinarian clearly not having got any for a long time, Whitley hums contemplatively.

"This school as THE Pyrrha Nikos attending it, right?"

"Y-Yes sir… shall I make arrangements for you to turn her into a whore like me?"

Snorting, Whitley lifts one of his hands off of Glynda's ass long enough to bring it back down for another spanking, this one particularly harsh and punishing, making her squeal in pain, even as her cunt walls clench down all the harder around his pistoning prick.

"A girl like Pyrrha Nikos doesn't just start turning tricks, you stupid bint. Or rather, I'm not about to make her start turning tricks. No… I think I would like to meet her though. But she'll never be like you, you trash."

He spanks Glynda again to really drive the point home. The once-prideful, once-strong Professor was now little more than his whore, with a fetish for fucking her students a mile wide. He was going to pimp her around the school for kicks and giggles and perhaps a little bit of influence, more than for money. After all, it wasn't like he needed the lien.

Regardless, as little as he thinks of her, the squealing pain slut of a pig whore that he's turned the disciplinarian into, her pussy is pretty damn phenomenal, sopping wet and rather tight due to a lack of sex for who knew how many years. With a growl followed by a loud groan, Whitley stabs deep into Glynda's quim, slamming right up against her cervix and unloading his seed right into her womb as a result. He cums deep inside of the facialized Professor, and only once he's done does, he pull out of her.

Glynda collapses fully onto her desk, panting heavily and mewling as she wiggles her hips and ass this way and that, like she thinks he's going to fuck her again right then and there. Whitley just snorts derisively and delivers another stinging slap to her upturned red bottom, even as he tucks his cock back away into his pants and steps back from the fucked silly Professor.

"I think this tour is finished, Professor Goodwitch. I want you to arrange a private duel between me and Pyrrha Nikos later today. Can you do that? Frame it as an exhibition match without the exhibition, alright?"

"Y-Yes sir…"

Whitley just smirks and whistles a jaunty tune as he leaves the Professor's office and exits the Battle Classroom. He'd be back soon enough, once Glynda arranged the bout… but for now, he figured he'd go find one of Team RWBY and have some fun with them in the meantime.

-x-X-x-

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Pyrrha Nikos. I'm Whitley Schnee. Thank you for agreeing to this spar."

Pyrrha's answering nod and smile are both tinged with hesitation and some reluctance. Based off of what Weiss had told him of her own initial reactions of the girl, it's obvious Pyrrha is having flashbacks… and equally obvious that Pyrrha doesn't much care for her fans, even those in very high places. But then, by all accounts, Pyrrha Nikos doesn't care for her fame either, so the people who propped her up and made that fame possible probably wouldn't be held in very high esteem in the first place.

There was nothing to be done about it in the end, at least for now. Glynda had done very well in arranging this meeting, probably coercing Pyrrha by mentioning how Whitley was considering giving Vale an exclusive deal on Dust Shipments or something, and how important it was for Beacon and its students that such a deal go through. To be fair, that was exactly what was on the table, and exactly why Ozpin was letting Vale's Government pressure him so successfully… but either way, Whitley was always going to go through with the deal, mostly because it was an incredibly lucrative offer that would make him and the SDC richer than ever before.

All of this was just icing on the cake at the end of the day, though as Whitley regards Pyrrha in her gorgeous red and gold attire, he has to admit that personally, he's always considered the icing to be the best part. Regardless, Whitley stands there, kitted out in all of his own equipment, and gives Pyrrha a knowing smile.

"Well then… shall we begin?"

Seeming pleased that he's not engaging in anymore small talk, Pyrrha nods again, this time in relief as she takes up a ready stance on the far end of the field. Whitley does the same, and Glynda steps up between them.

"Keep it clean, fight until aura hits the red. And… begin!"

With that, the fight is on. Unlike his fight with Yang, Whitley doesn't bother waiting for Pyrrha to strike the first blow. As it is, she's too hesitant to do so anyways… it's obvious that she thinks this is the sort of fight she has to lose or throw in order to make him feel good about himself. Of course, Whitley is too smart for that kind of thing to really work on him. All else set aside, if he managed to actually arrange a spar with THE Pyrrha Nikos without any ulterior motives and she let him win… well, he'd be very annoyed indeed.

As it is, Whitley has plenty of ulterior motives. His opening salvo is of course dodged by the red head, her competitive spirit not allowing her to just take hits all willy nilly, even if internally she's still trying to decide whether or not she's supposed to lose. In that indecision, Whitley ramps up his speed and actually manages to nick her with a shot, hitting the Invincible Girl's heel.

Pyrrha stumbles, but to her credit doesn't even fall all the way to the ground. Her aura is more than capable of taking one shot, even if it is a dust-infused bullet. But the glancing blow is enough for her to look upon him with more considering eyes, and enough for her to begin taking him seriously. Grinning a bit, actually enjoying himself and the fight beyond what he's planning on doing, Whitley nonetheless moves forward with the next phase of said plan as Pyrrha finally goes on the offensive, coming at him with his spear.

As if brought up hastily, though in truth he's been holding it in reserve for a while, what looks like a massive glowing glyph appears in front of Whitley, multi-faceted and spinning this way and that like some sort of shield. Pyrrha, already in the midst of her lunge, has to slam right into it, unable to turn away in time… but 'luckily' for her, the massive glyph shatters into a thousand shards immediately… shards that are in fact their own glyphs, and which scatter all over the red head.

She doesn't even notice, Whitley is pretty sure, as she's too focused on landing the blow on him, her spear digging into his gut and his aura as he's tossed back. It's a solid hit that takes out a good fourth of his entire aura… but it doesn't really matter, because the battle, the true battle not this simple spar, is already over. The massive glyph she'd shattered wasn't actually a single glyph at all… it was a thousand smaller glyphs, overlaid with one another to create what looked like one of Weiss' bigger glyphs.

It was exactly what Pyrrha would expect from a Schnee, Whitley was pretty sure, but as ever, he tended to do the unexpected. The smaller glyphs that had broken apart at the very first sensation of force, had flown in all directions… but at least a hundred of them had landed on the Invincible Girl herself, with about twenty or so landing on exposed flesh and immediately attaching to her skin before going invisible.

If Pyrrha noticed this, she didn't do anything about it, which in Whitley's humble opinion meant she simply didn't notice it. She was too much of a fighter to really go down without a fight… but if she didn't know the battle was taking place, well then, she'd lost before she'd even begun. The two of them clash for a while longer after that, and Whitley truly does enjoy the spar, even as he steadily loses it… but he also enjoys the change that comes over Pyrrha.

Where before she was reluctant and hesitant, unsure if she even wanted to be there, let alone fighting him… over time, that evolves into something that truly looks like yearning. She doesn't want to fight him, he can tell in their last few exchanges of blows, even as his aura goes further and further down. He manages to get her to half, before barely failing to avoid her final strike that takes his aura into the red and ends the match.

As he lands on his back, groaning, Pyrrha is immediately standing over him, not to demand his surrender or hold her spear to his throat in a dominance display… but out of sheer worry for his health. And not a general sort of worry about whether she's fucked over Vale's deal with him, but a very personal worry, as his glyphs have managed to warp her mind to the point that she deeply, DEEPLY cares about his well-being.

"W-Whitley! Are you okay?"

Chuckling, a smile on his face, Whitley reaches out and Pyrrha immediately offers her hand to him, the two of them clasping arms as she pulls him to his feet.

"I'm fine, yeah… that was a great fight, Ms. Nikos."

When Pyrrha doesn't immediately let go of him, Whitley holds onto her as well and looks into her beautiful green eyes for a moment. Then, he goes for the kill, moving forward and kissing her right on the lips. The spear in her other hand clatters to the ground as Pyrrha kisses him back, leaning into his chest and moaning into his lips in something like honest confusion. But that confusion is also tinged with deep, deep satisfaction, as Whitley makes her wildest dreams come true… even if those wildest dreams are only minutes old.

They makeout for a good little while like that, standing there in the middle of the Coliseum, kissing heatedly as Whitley holds Pyrrha Nikos if all people in his arms, feeling up her muscular but still feminine body. She truly is a gorgeous, dangerous woman… just the kind of woman who would make an EXCELLENT Trophy Wife.

When they finally pull away, Pyrrha is visibly conflicted.

"I-I'm… I'm sorry. I thought… I t-thought I loved Jaune… but…"

Whitley kisses her again, silencing her for a moment and reaffirming her love for HIM above all else, his glyphs still clearly having a bit of work to do. Pyrrha moans earnestly into his lips and kisses him right back, clutching at him, obviously not wanting to let go for anything in the world. Jaune… Jaune Arc. Whitley has done his research, and he knows who Jaune Arc is. The leader of Team Juniper… and by all accounts, a total idiot.

Why would his Trophy Wife like a man like Jaune Arc? Perhaps he'd ask her later, but for now, Whitley only wanted one thing from Pyrrha… her complete and utter devotion. When he pulls away again, he doesn't mention Jaune, he just smiles at her as he holds her and looks into her eyes.

"I want you, Pyrrha. Right here, right now. I want to make you mine."

Pyrrha visibly shudders in delight at that, biting her lower lip and looking at him with soulful eyes before finally nodding.

"I-I want that too…"

What follows is a frenzy as Whitley begins to aggressively strip her naked, and Pyrrha responds by doing the same to him. She's still a warrior at heart after all, a fighter to the end. But she's also a woman, so even though she won their little spar, it's Pyrrha who ends up on her back as Whitley looms over her, his cock pressing up against her dripping wet folds, his supremacy over the beautiful red head all but assured.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Pyrrha Nikos. I'm going to breed you. And when I'm done, you will be my wife, regardless of what anyone else says. Do you accept?"

"I-I accept… make me your wife, Whitley Schnee."

As he sinks into her cunt, taking her virginity right then and there, Pyrrha responds by mewling in both pain and pleasure, before wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, pulling him in all the closer. They're soon kissing once more, even as Whitley begins to fuck Pyrrha right there on the hard floor of the Battle Classroom. It would be a tender, loving moment if it were taking place in a bed, but instead they're fucking right where they fought minutes before, and truth be told, Whitley isn't a tender man.

He fucks Pyrrha hard and he fucks her long, plowing her right there on her back as hard as he can. To her credit, Pyrrha is a strong woman… she can take it. And take it she does, all of it, all of his cock, all of him as he buries himself in her depths time and time again. Whitley is tangentially aware of Glynda watching all of this off to the side, and he's aware of the fact that the Professor is actually touching herself to the sight of him and Pyrrha joining together for the first time.

He didn't give her permission to do that, so he'll have to punish the naughty blonde whore later. But for now, for now it's Pyrrha's time, and he's not about to interrupt that for anything. His first time with his wife is deeply passionate and fast-paced but also long, Whitley drawing things out and holding back his own release as long as he can, even as he makes Pyrrha cum again and again around his cock, bringing her to climax after climax.

Each and every explosive orgasm that Pyrrha experiences further solidifies his hold on her mind, body, and soul. Her heart will belong to him, every part of her will belong to him, just like all the others. By the time Whitley is done with her, she WILL be pregnant with his child. She'll be the mother of his children, but there are plenty of women who will bear his babies… Pyrrha will be more then all of them, she'll be his wife, the closest thing Whitley intends to have to an equal… though even there, she'll kneel at his side when he demands it of her.

Still, the prestige of marrying Pyrrha Nikos, and the good genetics that she would bring to his family had Whitley salivating at the thought. Out of all of his potential mates, out of all of the women in the four Kingdoms that he could have thought to marry, there was no denying that Pyrrha Nikos, Four-Time Mistralian Regional Champion, was the best of the lot.

When he finally unloads inside of Pyrrha's womb, the red head is nearly insensate from the pleasure he's already forced upon her. But even with her eyes half rolled up in her head, even with her tongue lolling out of her mouth, she still clings to him so tightly, her grip as strong as ever as she holds him close and refuses to let go. Even if he wanted to, he could never have pulled out… but then, that wasn't an option in the first place.

Only once he's filled her womb with his seed does Pyrrha come back to herself. Her grip loosens as she looks up at him with his own glyphs flashing in her eyes. Not quite heart-shaped pupils, maybe, but it would do… oh yes, it would do. Pyrrha Nikos was his and his alone now… so he supposed he could go ahead and hear her out, as it were.

Pulling out of the well-fucked red head and rising, Whitley also helps Pyrrha to her feet, smiling at the adoration and devotion he sees in her earnest green gaze.

"Let's talk about your team now, Pyrrha. Let's talk about what you see in one Jaune Arc, shall we?"

-x-X-x-

It felt like something right out of a dream for one Jaune Arc. He was stood there naked, over a bed, staring down at a naked Weiss Schnee who was currently spreading her legs open for him. Meanwhile, kneeling in front of him was one Ruby Rose, his cock in her mouth as she dutifully sucked him to full mast.

Yeah, it certainly sounded like a wet dream, didn't it? And yet… and yet it all felt far too real, while at the same time being so unreal. Looking over at his new best friend, Jaune can't help but ask the same question he'd already asked before, in the same incredulous tone he'd used previously.

"Is this… is this REALLY okay?"

Whitley Schnee just laughs and gives him a nod as he smiles at him.

"Go ahead, Jaune. It'd be my honor if you bred Weiss for me. Give her a baby or two, she's all yours."

Jaune gapes like a goldfish, even though it was all information he already knew, all things Whitley had already stated previously. It just felt so very unreal, like it couldn't possibly be okay. But… at the same time, Jaune wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and he'd been crushing on Weiss pretty damn hard, since he first laid his eyes on the white-haired Schnee Goddess.

So, when Ruby finally pulls off of his cock, which is now fully erect and also glistening with the silver-eyed girl's spit, Jaune lets her take him by the hand and pull him up onto the bed. In no time at all, the young man's cock is pressing into Weiss' slit slowly but surely, while Ruby kneels on the bed behind him, pressing her soft, meager chest into his back and rubbing her own wet pussy across his body as she wraps her arms around him and rests her chin on his shoulder.

"Go on Jaune… fuck her. Fuck her good."

Jaune swallows thickly, but does as he's told, pushing into Weiss inch by inch, losing his virginity to the white-haired girl, even as Weiss' face contorts in pleasure, a loud wanton moan leaving the bright red girl's lips. When Ruby takes his hands and places them on Weiss' body, Jaune grips down and begins to truly get into it, fucking the Schnee girl and groping and molesting her to his heart's content.

Maybe this was all some wet dream, maybe it was a hallucination brought upon by hitting his head. All he knew for sure was that his best friend Whitley Schnee was letting him breed his own sister in front of his eyes… and Jaune was going to make the most of this, for however long it lasted.

-x-X-x-

Whitley smirks as he watches on for a moment long before turning his focus onto his own latest conquest. Pyrrha had made quite the argument on Jaune's behalf, and truth be told, hearing all about the blond boy through the lens of someone who was actually willing to champion him… Whitley had gained some perspective, and ultimately decided to assimilate the entirety of Team JNPR, rather than just taking the girls as his own.

Pyrrha's first child would be Whitley's, that was already set in stone. On top of that, the red head WOULD be his wife. Already, he called her by that title and already, Pyrrha considered herself his wife. All that was left was to have the wedding and make it official in all the Kingdoms that mattered. Which meant Atlas, Vale, and Mistral, since that was where Pyrrha came from.

Regardless, all of that was a formality. Whitley had what he wanted… and he could afford to be generous. That was why, upon hearing Pyrrha's impassioned defense of her team leader, Whitley had ultimately decided that not only was he going to bring Jaune under his wing and into the fold, so to speak… he had promised Pyrrha that her second child could come from the blond boy. Once she'd born Whitley a baby, he would allow for the two lovebirds to come together and create a child of their own.

He really was a big softy, wasn't he? Perhaps he was just a romantic at heart. Either way, they would all be his, at the end of the day. Like taking two dolls and mashing them together in some simulation of sex, or whatever. Glyphing Jaune, Ren, and Nora had been all too easy with Pyrrha's help, and now every member of Team JNPR was his to do with as he pleased, just like Team RWBY.

Which meant, of course, that Nora Valkyrie was currently on her hands and knees before him, waiting for him to take her doggystyle. The gorgeous orange-haired girl was a cutie to be sure, if a bit excitable. Case in point, while she'd commented that she wished her first time could go to Ren, she'd nevertheless stripped naked, hopped up on the bed, and reached back to spread her own pussy lips nice and wide with two fingers after Whitley told her he'd be breeding her next.

She was still in that pose, even as Whitley had Pyrrha performing the same role that Ruby just performed with Jaune… that is, acting as his fluffer, the red head's mouth getting him nice and hard as she bobbed up and down on his cock. Smiling down into those gorgeous green eyes of hers, Whitley just grins, before looking elsewhere in the room.

Lie Ren is on another bed entirely, three of Team JNPR's four beds currently occupied by the nine people in the room. With Jaune fucking and probably knocking up Weiss while Ruby egged him on, and Whitley engaging in some delicious debauchery with Pyrrha and Nora… that left Yang and Blake to share Ren. Currently, the rather taciturn young man is on his back, his hands on Yang's hips as she bounces up and down on his cock while behind her, Blake presses herself into Yang's back and molests Yang's jiggling tits while sucking at her neck.

Grinning at the display of debauchery, knowing that this is only the start of Beacon's descent into upper depravity at his hands, Whitley pulls Pyrrha off of his cock and finally moves onto the main event, climbing up onto the bed behind Nora, while directing Pyrrha to the head. Pyrrha gets into position and Whitley does the same, and soon enough Nora finds herself being pulled down to Pyrrha's cunt, where she grinds her teammates face into her sopping wet pussy lips.

It's as Nora begins to eat Pyrrha out that Whitley grabs hold of her hips from behind and thrusts into her, groaning as her tight, muscular, velvety depths swallow him whole. Pyrrha herself was a perfect balance of warrior and woman… Nora was a bit more warrior than woman. That doesn't mean she's not fun to fuck, but if Whitley had to compare the two, he would still rank Pyrrha higher than her teammate, for a number of reasons.

Still, Nora's cunt is tight and grips down hard around Whitley's cock, making the ensuing plowing a battle of sorts as he has to fight to pull back and push forward every single time, fucking through her gripping, squeezing cunt muscles the entire while, even as he gropes and squeezes her toned derriere. It helps a little that Pyrrha is splitting Nora's focus, he supposes. Forcing the excitable, energetic young woman to eat out her teammate while she gets fucked is turning out to be a rather commendable stroke of genus on his part, Whitley can already tell.

Regardless, he fucks Nora long and hard, groaning and grunting as he takes her right there on the bed. Nora, in turn, cums around his cock fast and frequently, moaning and squealing and even outright screaming in ecstasy into Pyrrha's cunt, bringing the red head to a few releases of her own, even as Nora orgasms again and again upon his length.

Eventually, Whitley can't take it anymore, and finds himself milked of his release by her extremely tight pussy muscles. Still, he has no problem filling her with his seed, even as he eyes the room once again. Blake and Yang have switched places by this point, with Ren well on his way to creampieing the cat like he's already creampied the bombshell of a blonde.

Meanwhile, over on the other bed, Jaune has cum inside of Whitley's sister… but seems to still be fucking her, with some help from Ruby making sure he was hard again in record time. Ruby was taking Weiss' impregnation very seriously and keeping Jaune on track, in turn making sure HE was taking it seriously as well. He was going to cum inside of Weiss a second time fairly soon, Whitley could already tell. Weiss, meanwhile, was clearly having her resistance to the idea of Jaune Arc of all people breeding her broken down.

Oh certainly, she'd never been willing to say no to her little brother in the first place. Whitley had given the order, and Weiss was always going to obey him. But there was no denying that she'd been a little perturbed by the thought of having her first child belong to Jaune Arc. Now though, as the young man fucks her harder and faster, putting that immense stamina and substantial aura of his to work (both things that Pyrrha had used to put Jaune in a better light, and both things that convinced Whitley he was a decent addition to Whitley's burgeoning family) it was obvious that Weiss was beginning to break, her reluctance turning into abject pleasure the longer Jaune fucked her.

Chuckling, not one to be out done, Whitley pulls out of Nora's creampied cunt and pushes her aside, moving to his wife once more and plunging his cock into her depths. As he fucks Pyrrha, Nora fingers herself off to the side the entire time, waiting for her next turn with a red face and a bit lower lip, clearly hopeful that it would be soon.

And it would be. The nine of them, Whitley along with all of Team RWBY and all of Team JNPR, would continue their orgy all through the night. After all, Whitley had already made sure Glynda had excused both teams from classes the following day. Team bonding was so much more important, in the end… and Whitley had to make sure all of his glyphs had properly taken hold. There would be no interruptions to his plans. He would assimilate everyone and anyone who might pose a risk to his work into his family… or he would deal with them permanently.

One way or another… Whitley Schnee wasn't truly satisfied, not yet. There was so much to do, so many more people to bring into the fold… so many women to breed and impregnate with his seed as well as the seed of those few men he deemed worthy of joining the family. Oh yes, Whitley couldn't be called content when there was still so much to be done.

In fact, one might say that the ambitious Schnee was just getting started…

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