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True Control [Patreon Exclusive] - Chapter 2 (Arkos Pairing)
🕑 Added 2024-07-13 20:30:45 +0000 UTCWarning: more Pyrrha domming Jaune and emotionally breaking him. You've been warned.
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Training with Jaune had brought a new sense of relief to Pyrrha. No longer did she have to bite her tongue and measure her words for fear of offending someone. Instead, she was the one who dictated the course. If she wanted something done, Jaune had to follow her command because he needed her. Without her help, he would've flunked out. His lack of combat skill was plain for all to see.
She was his one lifeline. His salvation from drowning in the mire he put himself in. He hadn't flunked out of Combat Class only because of her. Her lessons had allowed him to go from always losing to (barely) managing to scrape together a victory from a very cocky Sky Lark. They both knew that it was more luck than anything and that he couldn't hope to repeat the feat next time without improving himself.
"Hyaaahh!" Jaune ran towards her, Crocea Mors held with both hands. His stance and grip was much better than before, but he still had a long way to go. It made sense. He was a quicker study than one might've expected, but he was still essentially a civilian just a few months ago. Everyone on campus had trained years to earn their place here, even bullying braggarts like Cardin. Jaune's hope that he could catch up after just a few weeks of training was naive and something he had to be beaten out of.
Pyrrha easily deflected the blow and kicked Jaune in the gut, knocking him to the ground. Her partner gasped and heaved, sweat falling down his face in rivulets. They'd been training for the past couple of hours now and she'd given him one simple task: hit her just once. One hit and she would consider today's training a success.
So far he'd had no success. It wasn't a surprise - she'd fought the very best of Mistral's tournament circuit and came out on top. There was a reason she was called the Invincible Girl. She'd trained her body into the perfect weapon and made sure never to rely solely on her weapons or her Semblance. Her versatility was one of the biggest reasons she'd flourished despite her young age.
"I…I can't…" Jaune rasped.
"You have to try," she said firmly, "The life of a Huntsman won't coddle you, Jaune. Neither the Grimm nor the criminals will give you any mercy if you're weak. They'll take advantage of any weakness. Do you want to be Huntsman?"
"Y-Yeah…"
"I can't hear you. Do you want to be a Huntsman?"
"Yeah!" Jaune looked up at her. There was a fire in his eyes. A weak one, but a fire nonetheless, "I want to be a Huntsman more than anything."
"Then prove it." Pyrrha stepped back, giving him a chance to stand, "Prove that you want to be here and that you'll do anything to stay."
The spars continued for another hour. Jaune still failed to land a single hit on her, and that was while she kept Milo and Akuo sheathed. Pyrrha was used to dominating her opponents in the ring, and what had once brought her a sense of pride had long turned to apathy. She was never challenged, and victory simply became an expectation rather than something to be truly fought for and earned.
And yet the ease with which she dominated Jaune sent her heart fluttering. Seeing her partner - the man she adored - utterly helpless against her brought a thrill that couldn't be replicated. She could've won the Vytal blindfolded with her hands tied behind her back and it wouldn't have felt nearly as intoxicating as watching Jaune, red-faced and sweaty, on his hands and knees before her. Like a supplicant bowing in worship to his goddess.
"Is that all you have, Jaune?" Pyrrha murmured. There was no judgment in her tone. He lost, but he gave it his all till the last. That was worthy of respect.
"I…I can't…" Jaune gasped, "I…"
"Shh. It's okay. You didn't give up, that's what's important." Pyrrha knelt down and patted his head. She was an exacting taskmaster, but she also knew when to be kind, "But…you lost, Jaune. You know the rules."
"Yeah…I know." He nodded, still panting.
Pyrrha stood up and made her way to the nearby bench to ready herself. Jaune stood up shakily and followed her, his steps unbalanced. Without a word exchanged between them, Pyrrha raised her skirt and lowered her panties, exposing her quim.
Jaune didn't hesitate. His hands gently grasped her powerful thighs before his head dipped down, mouth pressing against her vaginal lips. Pyrrha cooed and closed her eyes as his tongue slipped out to lick at her folds. The stench of sweat and his fatigue did nothing to deter him. In fact, it seemed to only spur him on even more. With every lick and show of subservience, he only seemed to grow more determined.
She'd told him once that if he ever succeeded in any of her tasks then the roles would be reversed. She would be his plaything and do whatever he desired. The thought of it seemed to spur him forward, which sent a tingle of excitement down her spine. He wanted her. He could protest all he wanted, but she could see it in his eyes.
"Good boy…" Pyrrha gasped. She rubbed his messy hair with her right hand and looked down at him lovingly. The praise only seemed to encourage him and he quickened his pace, his tongue slipping past her folds to lap at her inner walls. He'd gotten so much better than his first clumsy licks all those weeks ago.
His tongue hit just the right spots. Pyrrha bit her lower lip and wrapped her powerful legs around his head. Her thighs pressed harshly against his cheeks and she gasped. Jaune made a muffled noise against her skin and breathed in deeply. As much as he denied it, it was clear that he enjoyed a bit of pain and being dominated. And Pyrrha was all too happy to be the one to give it to him.
It didn't take her long to reach the precipice. Pyrrha's head shot back and she moaned shamelessly as she came. There was no restraint or embarrassment. Her fluids shot out and coated Jaune's face, marking him with her release. The sight of him coughing, his face coated in her fluids, brought a smile to her face. To think a part of her wanted to let him be a stubborn ass and go off on his own. She made the right choice making him heel.
"Good boy," she cooed again, "You're getting so much better!"
"At fighting…or this?"
"Both!" Pyrrha giggled. She stood up and fixed her skirt and panties, looking like a proper student once more, "For someone who's been training for only a few weeks, you're definitely doing well. With a few more months of training, I'm sure you can show your worth to Professor Goodwitch."
"A few months…" Jaune stood, wiping away the fluid coating his face with the back of his hand, "That feels too long."
"There's nothing we can do about that, Jaune. Life isn't like those video games and comics you love so much." Jaune winced. Pyrrha continued, "You chose to enter Beacon without any training or even Aura. If I hadn't helped you, you might not have even survived Initiation. There's no shortcut to becoming a Huntsman, Jaune. All of us have trained for years to earn our place here. You don't get to just walk in and stand as an equal without putting in the work.
"I…I know."
"Do you?" Pyrrha raised a brow. A part of her realized that she was being cruel, but she knew it was necessary. She had to stamp out that sense of entitlement and pride that convinced him that being a fraud was a good idea, "Jaune, the only reason you're still here is because I'm helping you. You understand that, right?" She looked him in the eye.
"Y-Yeah, I know…" He looked away.
"Look at me, Jaune." She gently grabbed his chin and forced him to face her again, "You need me. Without my training, without me talking to Goodwitch, you would've already been expelled. Who else would've helped you? Weiss? Blake? Yang? Ren and Nora? Or maybe Ruby? I'm sure she'd try, but she wouldn't know how. She hasn't taught anyone before and she has a different weapon than you. Everyone else would've exposed you for what you did. No, the only person who can help you is me."
"I-I know that!" Jaune's face flushed, though he made no move to get away from her.
"If you want to be a Huntsman, Jaune, you have to earn it." She let go of him, "And that means letting go of your pride. You might think people like Yang or Cardin are cocky, and they are, but they earned their place here. If you want to stand alongside your fellow Huntsmen, you have to throw away your pride until you properly deserve it."
"Yeah. I'm working on it!'
"Good." She smiled, "We should take a shower now. Wash the sweat off."
They'd barely gotten inside the stall with the warm water dripping over them before they began the next part. At Pyrrha's raised brow, Jaune turned around and pressed his palms against the wall. The champion smirked and wrapped her arms around his torso, her nipples pressing against his back. Jaune may not have won against her even once, but that didn't mean she had to be selfish. She could give him pleasure too.
Calloused fingers slowly traced down his torso, humming appreciatively at the beginnings of muscles. It was proof of his hard work, something she was more than a little proud of. It showed that he was willing to put in the effort, even if she had to push him into it. It made her wonder what Jaune would've been like if he trained like the rest of them and got into Beacon on his own merits.
"Pyrrha-"
"Don't call me that, Jaune." Her hands dipped down and she squeezed his cock somewhat roughly. He gasped, "You know what I like to hear."
"M-Mistress…" Jaune bit his lip. Was it shame or something else that caused his face to redden?
"Good~" Pyrrha purred. Cumming from her hands was the only way he'd earned any sort of release. She'd forbidden him from masturbating and made sure to give him a handy only a few times to let the frustration build. It made him all the more desperate to beat her, "You're backed up…" Pyrrha smirked, fondling his churning balls.
"W-Whose fault is that?" Jaune shot back weakly.
"Talking back to your mistress? Tsk, tsk…" She traced a single finger up the length of his rock-hard member. It twitched in response, the head drooling pre-cum that was quickly washed away by the running shower, "Well, if that's how you feel..." She sighed theatrically and made a show of pulling her hands back.
"No, wait! That's not what I meant!" Pyrrha smirked, unseen by Jaune. Maybe it was mean of her, but she liked tweaking his nose a bit, "I…I'm sorry. It's not your fault, mistress."
"That's better." Pyrrha languidly jerked his cock, making sure to drag it out. She closed her eyes and relished the power she held over him. How many weeks had she held her tongue while he made a fool of himself going after Weiss? She wondered now why she ever tried to encourage him. Weiss was clearly bad for him. She was so much better.
Jaune breathed through his mouth, biting his lip to keep from moaning. She could've ordered him not to muffle himself, but she didn't. She always felt a swell of pride making him lose his senses.
She'd barely started jerking him when the sounds of footsteps came. The showers at Beacon were communal, which had caused complaints from some of the student body - Weiss in particular. Most didn't much care. Preparatory schools like Signal and Bulwark prepared them for those kinds of circumstances. Huntsmen couldn't be picky with their lodgings once they graduated and it was best to nip it in the bud.
Pyrrha stopped and Jaune froze, eyes wide. The pause didn't last long before Yang's familiar voice called out, "Yo, who's over here?" she asked lightly.
Pyrrha's and Jaune's eyes met. She saw the panic clear on his face and her lips curled up in a smile, "Just me, Yang~" Pyrrha replied, suddenly jerking his cock again. Jaune had to bite his tongue to keep from making a sound, "Just relaxing after some exercise."
"I hear that." Yang groaned, "Me and Weiss just got done sparring too. Guess who won?" She could practically see Yang's smirk.
"Shut it, XIao-Long!" At the sound of Weiss' irritated reply, Jaune's entire body seized. Even now Jaune still felt odd around the heiress. He'd stopped flirting with her long ago. She didn't order him to stop, but he did it all the same. Pyrrha had been ecstatic - as was Weiss - but it was clear there were still regrets from his first crush being unfulfilled.
A bolt of annoyance shot through Pyrrha's chest. Pushing Jaune harder against the wall, she quickened the pace of her handjob. Jaune bit his lip so hard that she was sure it would've started bleeding if not for his Aura.
Yang and Weiss continued to exchange lighthearted barbs as they took showers to the left and right stalls, respectively. The walls were high enough that they weren't exposed, but if either of the two decided to jump and look over, they'd see exactly what she and Jaune were doing,
The thought of exposure caused a pleasant heat to pool at Pyrrha's core. She'd long since grown tired of fame. The fans, the stalkers, the entitlement…it made her stick to her stomach. And yet the risk of being exposed here, to be caught with her hands literally wrapped around her pet's cock, caused her heart to beat with excitement.
Jaune opened his mouth but made no sound. How could he? They'd hear him if he so much as tried to whisper. With a calm, serene smile, Pyrrha continued her ministrations, slowly but surely driving him to the edge.
"Anything new, P-Money?" Yang asked casually.
"How do you mean?" Pyrrha replied with the same nonchalance. Jaune squirmed in her grip.
"I mean between you and VB, duh!" Pyrrha almost laughed, "I've seen you two hanging out a whole lot more and he's stopped flirting with Weiss cream. You finally tell him how you feel?"
"In a manner of speaking." Her thumb played with the head of his cock. Jaune's face was tomato red as he struggled to stay silent.
"It's about time." Weiss scoffed. Her feelings for the heiress were mixed given their poor first impression, but she did acknowledge now that resenting her for Jaune's previous crush was a mistake. She didn't choose to be the target of his affections, and she'd made it very clear that she wasn't keen on his attempts to woo her, "I don't know what you said to him, but he's been far more tolerable as of late."
"He's doing better in class too. Can't believe he actually beat Lark," Yang added. Pyrrha hummed proudly, "Shoulda seen the look on Cardin's face. Guy was reaming Lark the whole way back to their dorm. VB's gotta watch out, though. That jackass is gonna kick his ass once they get paired up in class. No way he'll take a member of his team losing down."
"Honestly, I have no idea how he's lasted this long." Weiss scoffed. Jaune shut his eyes tight, shame mixing with the arousal at the heiress' cutting words, "Given his performance so far, I'm surprised he even made it through Initiation. I've seen better combat skills from militia recruits."
"Hey now, Weiss-cream. He's doing his best," Yang said, though the defense was half-hearted. She couldn't exactly disagree with Weiss, callous as her words were.
"'Doing your best' isn't good enough, Yang. We're training to be Huntsmen, the best of the best. There's a reason the standards are so rigid." Jaune's fists clenched. The cruel words mixed with her handjob made for a potent cocktail to his emotions, "I'll admit that Arc has improved since the beginning of the year, but that's not exactly high praise given how low he started. I assume his change is because of you, Pyrrha?"
"I'm helping him, but Jaune's training on his own too." Her free hand lowered to cup his balls, gently fondling him, "I'm proud of him, really. He's working hard and putting a hundred percent into improving himself."
"At least he's stopped trying to 'woo' me." Weiss sighed, "Whatever you told him, I commend you for it. Not only has he started improving his combat skills, but he stopped being such an annoying braggart. Honestly, why would he think that any woman would be attracted to that?" Jaune winced.
"Some people are into that. Isn't that right, Cereal Girl?" Yang laughed.
"Who can say." Pyrrha laughed back. She could feel Jaune's member twitching, all nine inches of rock-hard cockmeat shaking in her grip. He was so close, "I'm just doing my best to be a good partner. Jaune has potential, and I think he could be one of the greatest of us if he worked for it." Pyrrha's words, so sweet and sincere, were a sharp contrast to the previous criticism.
"Eh…if you say so," Yang said.
"I'll believe it when I see it," Weiss added.
"It's true. Jaune has his flaws, but he also has his virtues. That's why I'm happy that he's my partner." She kissed his right shoulder gently, His body shuddered at the contact as her jerking increased its pace, "And I'm sure that he'll more than prove worthy of my trust."
Her handjob reached a fever pitch. Jaune's eyes widened and his mouth parted, ready to moan and expose himself as he came. Taking mercy on her partner, Pyrrha leaned forward and captured his mouth with her own. It reminded her of the first kiss they shared all those weeks ago. The contact was enough to keep him from groaning and outing his presence.
The spurts of cum coated her palm and fingers, the warmth lasting for only a moment before it was quickly washed away by the running water. Jaune's legs shook and he leaned against her, Pyrrha easily carrying him despite his size. She wanted to hum and call him a good boy, but they needed to keep quiet.
Weiss and Yang continued to shower for a few more minutes before eventually leaving, allowing the two of them to be alone once more. Pyrrha hugged Jaune gently and smiled, hands rubbing circles on his back, "Did you enjoy it?" Pyrrha asked, " Almost getting caught, being jerked off just a few feet from your old crush…you like it, didn't you?"
"N-No, I didn't!" Jaune shook his head, cheeks red.
"You're lying~" Pyrrha sang. Jaune bit his lip but didn't say anything, "Well, I'll be happy to do this again if you want, but I have something else I think you'll like."
"Huh?" Jaune slowly regained his balance and stepped away from her.
"A hot spring!" Pyrrha grinned. Jaune blinked, "A sponsor gifted me two tickets as a bonus for a commercial I did last week. It's in Mistral, and there's a long weekend coming so we can both go. If you want, of course." Despite her words, Pyrrha knew he wouldn't refuse. She had him wrapped around her finger, and she aimed to keep it that way.
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Sorry if this chapter ended up being kind of a re-tread. It was supposed to be the lead-up to the Hot Springs segment but ended up becoming a bit too long. The next chapter of this will have some Hot Springs sex and amazon pressing.
Comments
l michael
love it! I really hope you add some foot fetish content in future chapters
pilot puntastic
On the one hand Pyrrha getting this into domination is surprising but on the other hand she's definitely dipped her toes into it with how much she wrecked house in tournaments. Although I really believe that Pyrrha wants Jaune to become stronger there's also the fact that she relishes the power she has over him such as her standing over his kneeling form or his punishment for failing to strike her. Do I believe that she'll intentionally sabotage Jaune? No but I do believe that she'll slowly be ramping up how much strength she uses with him until eventually she realizes "Wow I wasn't holding back as much with that hit." To Jaune he'll still be stuck at the same level but to Pyrrha he'll be making great progress and giving her greater pleasure. Hopefully the White Fang pull something during the hot springs trip to pull team RWBY away since if Pyrrha is willing to do this in the shower there's no telling what she'll do at the hot springs.
