[Schnee Manor]
The moment she heard Weiss's voice on the other side of the door, Willow rushed to react.
With a quick movement of her hand, almost out of reflex, she created a small glyph. She had not used one in years; there had been no need, but even so she managed to draw a gravity glyph beside the curtain, right next to her. The symbol glowed for just an instant before activating, making the fabric snap shut, concealing her indecent state.
Just in time.
As soon as the curtain finished sliding closed, the bedroom door opened and Weiss stepped inside, looking around carefully.
"Are you here?" she asked, calmly examining the room, her gaze moving across the space until it landed on the closed curtain, far too suspicious to go unnoticed.
Willow, still lying on the massage table, pressed her lips together and held her breath, waiting, silently begging that Weiss would not notice anything else and would simply leave.
That did not happen.
Weiss walked over to the curtain, reaching out to move it.
Even though Willow could not see her directly, the shadow of the hand projected onto the fabric was enough to make her blood run cold.
"Don't open it!" she shouted, her words coming out loud, with clear flashes of panic in her tone.
Weiss's movement stopped immediately, her hand pulling back abruptly.
Realizing her mistake, Willow hurried to correct herself. "Don't open the door…" she amended, this time forcing a more natural tone, faking a calm she could barely maintain.
On the other side of the curtain, Weiss tilted her head, clearly suspicious of the sudden change. "Why…?"
A drop of sweat ran down Willow's forehead. She hesitated for a second, turning her face slightly to look at the masseur, who was beginning to take off his shirt with complete calm, revealing a toned, firm body without a single visible imperfection.
"Um… I'm in the middle of a massage. I'm not presentable. I wouldn't like to be seen like this." Technically, she was not lying. She did not want Weiss to see her in her current state, vulnerable and exposed.
Weiss found it strange, but she did not question it. She shrugged, though she did not leave. She stayed on the other side of the curtain, just a few steps away from Willow.
Willow did not like that at all.
She was about to tell her to leave, to insist, when the words caught in her throat as she felt the massage table take on new weight, the surface sinking slightly.
Willow looked down.
The guy was climbing up, sliding naturally between her legs. His hands began to caress her thighs, slowly moving upward as he settled between them. The contact triggered small involuntary tremors, a reaction that promised nothing good.
Panic hit her full force. "What are you doing?" she whispered sharply, though her voice came out louder than she intended.
Loud enough for Weiss to hear.
"I, I…" Weiss hesitated on the other side. "I wanted to apologize to you for what happened earlier…"
Under different circumstances, Willow would have been surprised by the vulnerability Weiss was showing, but right now her attention was completely focused on the guy who was unfastening his pants.
The fabric gave way, freeing his large cock, hard and impossible to miss. But that was not the only thing that caught her attention. Behind him, a wolf's tail swayed slowly, sticking out without any attempt to hide it. A second later, a pair of wolf ears appeared atop his head, which for some strange reason she had not noticed before.
It was clear the guy was a faun. There was no doubt about that.
"Is this some kind of divine punishment?"
She could not help but wonder as she watched him move calmly, his body leaning forward just enough for the length of his cock, hot and hard, to end up pressing against the entrance of her vagina.
He began to move slowly, up and down, rubbing against her without entering. The contact alone was enough to trigger an immediate reaction. Willow had to hold back a moan, biting her lip as she felt him brush against her sensitive entrance, already wet, her own juices making the friction dangerously pleasurable.
"A faun is going to fuck me… a faun is going to fuck me with Weiss just a few meters away…"
The thought crossed her mind and she could not help but think it was karma. Maybe a punishment for not having done more to help the fauns during Jacques's dictatorship. Although, if she was honest with herself, it did not seem like such a terrible punishment.
"Mhhh…"
The moan slipped out low, barely audible, as she tried to ignore the sensation of his cock against her cunt. She tried to focus on Weiss's voice on the other side of the curtain, clinging to it like a lifeline, though she failed miserably when she felt the persistent tingling in her pussy.
Weiss sighed, taking a breath. "I… I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I know all of this couldn't have been easy for you either…"
The words faded into the background for Willow when the situation escalated quickly. The faun stopped rubbing and positioned the tip of his cock right at her entrance. The head pressed against her lips, spreading them slightly, making it clear he was thicker than what she was used to.
"Oh wow~…"
Weiss's nervous voice came through the curtain, still convinced Willow was speaking to her.
"Yeah…" The answer came out automatically, tense. "But I'd really love it if you could meet my boyfriend…"
As Weiss spoke with obvious hope, the faun's body leaned in a bit more, hovering over Willow. His mouth moved close to her ear; she could hear his heavy, warm breathing mixing with her own.
"Come on, answer her~~" he whispered in her ear.
At the same time, he began to push. Very slowly. Just enough for the penetration to begin, stretching her with steady pressure that made her tremble.
"Oohhh…!"
The moan came out unfiltered. Willow's hands dug into the faun's back on pure instinct, clinging to him.
"Slower…" she asked in a shaky whisper.
The response was immediate.
He pushed deeper inside her. "Then answer her…"
Willow gathered every bit of self-control she had, swallowing hard, forcing herself to think clearly while the faun's body kept advancing centimeter by centimeter.
"I'd love to meet your boyfriend—OH!~♡"
The moment she spoke, he sheathed himself completely in a single hard thrust, making her moan. He filled her to the hilt, her walls clenching and twisting as they adjusted to his size. Willow's mouth opened into a wide O, leaving her completely speechless.
That sound did not go unnoticed.
"Is everything okay?" Weiss asked, genuinely concerned.
The faun pulled back slowly until only the tip remained inside Willow, making her shudder.
"W-wait…" she tried to stop him.
He did not listen.
"SPLAP!"
He thrust back in, this time much faster. His head slammed into her deepest point in a powerful thrust that made her large breasts bounce violently, the massage table creaking and shifting beneath them.
"Answer her…" he ordered in another whisper, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
Overwhelmed with pleasure, Willow let her head fall slightly back, her neck tensing as she felt him draw back once again inside her.
"E-everything's fine!" she said, raising her voice just enough. "It was just a pull, the masseur is being a little rough."
"Mhhh~~"
She bit her lip hard as he thrust again, burying himself fully inside her once more before pulling out. The movement repeated, slow, steady, forming a deliberate and pleasurable cycle that made it impossible to ignore.
Willow could not help but move her hips, trying to sync with his thrusts, responding to them instinctively without even realizing it.
"Mhm… hmmm…"
The moans slipped out low, restrained, wishing with all her being that Weiss were not there so she could fuck properly, without restraints or forced silence.
"Maybe it would be a good idea if we talked later~~~" Willow said, sounding more like an order than a suggestion.
"Okay…?" Weiss replied, confused by her mother's strange behavior, though she did not question it too much. "Alright. Daniel should be here soon… I hope you come out to meet him…"
With those words, she turned around.
As she walked away, she could not help but wonder where that wet, rhythmic sound was coming from, echoing muffled through the room.
Slap… slap… slap…
Unaware that, on the other side of the curtain, Willow was clawing at the sheets in desperation, gripping them tightly as she fought not to lose control.
She did not have to hold back for long.
The moment the door closed, Willow moved against the faun in a quick, decisive motion, forcefully turning him until she slammed him onto the bed. She switched positions in an instant, now straddling him, slamming herself down deeply and roughly, his cock pressing into her most sensitive spots, exactly the way she liked it.
"I think you've forgotten your place in this house…" she growled with authority.
She lifted her wide hips and dropped them down hard.
"Mhmm!!" she moaned, smiling. "I'm going to teach you properly."
She laughed as she lifted her hips again and slammed them down, sheathing him with more fervor, repeating the motion over and over.
Slap slap slap!
She rode him fast, her tight cunt worshiping his thick cock, her walls closing around him with every movement. Her large breasts bounced wildly, following each impact.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Willow cried out, trying to assert her dominance, reveling in the power, in the feeling of being completely in control.
But it was not what she expected.
He was there, watching her. Studying her body, especially her breasts, but without the reaction she had anticipated. There was no shyness, no overwhelming pleasure. His hands were behind his head, smiling with a calm that felt almost insulting.
She was not rocking his world. That hit her ego hard.
Willow hardened her gaze and leaned into him, pressing her large breasts against his chest. Her nipples dug into his skin while her hips kept moving, now in shorter thrusts, just as powerful.
"Don't play tough…" she growled against his neck.
She stuck out her tongue, licking his skin, insistently searching for sensitive spots.
Slap… slap… slap~~
Her hands roamed his well-trained body, caressing his abdomen, his chest, moving up to his face. But nothing seemed to affect him. None of her touches provoked the reaction she was looking for.
Frustration began to bloom, at least until he spoke.
"Come on… you can do better."
He laughed and, in a quick motion, his hands slammed down on her ass.
SLAP!
Each palm struck her cheeks hard, grabbing them without any delicacy, his fingers sinking into her soft skin.
The movement of her hips stopped instantly when she felt the impact.
"OohoHH~~" she could not help but moan.
It was something no one had ever done to her before. The slap triggered an immediate reaction in her body; the inside of her cunt clenched hard around his entire length, as if it had responded before her mind could even process it.
"That's better" he laughed.
With a firm grip on her ass, he began to make her move up and down, guiding her and setting the pace however he pleased.
"Mhhh… but you're missing speed."
He forced her hips against his thick cock, setting a faster, more demanding rhythm.
"Ah… ah… ah… ah!!"
Willow could not stop herself from moaning, the rough treatment shaking her completely.
"W-wait, wait!!!" she repeated, feeling herself getting dangerously close to coming.
Of course, he did not listen.
The speed increased. Their hips slammed together wildly, the wet sounds growing louder as Willow's fluids spilled freely. Her face twisted in pleasure, teeth clenched, eyes nearly rolling back.
She was right at the edge.
"I'm going to come, I'm going to come!!" she shouted over and over, burying her face into the faun's neck.
And with one especially powerful thrust, he buried himself fully inside her. Willow's walls clamped down in a brutal grip as her juices flowed without restraint, and at the same time, the faun released a thick load of semen deep inside her cunt.
Hot. Plenty. Straight into her womb.
Willow's body tensed as she came, feeling her belly warm with the semen poured into her. When the aftershocks of her orgasm began to fade, her body fell heavily onto the faun's.
"That was good… ♡~" she whispered, satisfied, still able to feel the lingering tremors of her orgasm coursing through her. His thick cock, still throbbing inside her, made her want to stay like that a little longer, enjoying the post-sex haze… something that did not happen.
She jolted when she felt him lift her effortlessly and turn her over onto the massage table, leaving her face down with her ass raised.
"You can't be serious…" she complained.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Willow. I promise I'll be gentle," he laughed as he repositioned his cock against the entrance of her cunt.
"That's not the point—"
SLAP!!
"AHHH!!!"
The scream escaped her when she felt the smack, her ass bouncing before he slammed back inside her in one rough motion.
SLAP SLAP SLAP!!!
The sound of his thrusts mixed with the sharp smacks of his hands hitting her ass. Willow felt humiliated, defeated and in a way she did not want to admit, completely satisfied.
"Mhhm… yes… don't stop!" she begged.
She tried to lift her head, but was stopped when the faun's hand came down on it, pressing her face firmly against the massage table in a strong, dominant grip.
"Ah… ah… ah!"
Her moans were muffled against the surface.
"DON'T STOP!"
She screamed as he kept pounding her, the faun's cock sliding in and out of her cunt with fast, rough, merciless movements.
"AAHH!"
She moaned when he lifted her by the torso, pulling her into a more upright position with her back pressed against his chest. With one hand he grabbed one of her large breasts, squeezing and kneading it roughly, while the other went straight to her clit, moving fast and stimulating it relentlessly.
"Mhhm… hmmm… mhhmm!!"
Willow turned her face slightly, meeting the gaze of the wolf faun. Unable to help herself, she parted her lips. He responded just as she expected, leaning in to close the distance in a deep kiss.
Their tongues met, tangling in a lewd, hot, intimate dance.
Willow let herself be carried away by the sensations.
She was being penetrated without mercy, one of the faun's hands firm on her breast, squeezing it, while the other moved between her legs, straight to her clit, pressing insistently.
Gwap… gwap~~
The only thing she could focus on was the sound of their bodies colliding and their fluids mixing. The wet rhythm kept her trapped, her breathing ragged. She knew she could not last much longer; she felt it in the tension of her belly, in the growing tremble of her thighs.
She just needed a little more.
Her tongue moved more intensely against the faun's as she felt herself on the verge of climax, her body preparing for the orgasm.
"Just a little more…~♡" she thought impatiently, right at the edge, ready for her well-earned release.
Rrrash!!!
The sound of the curtain being yanked open shattered the moment.
"What the fuck?!"
Weiss's shout caught her completely off guard. Willow pulled away from the faun immediately, falling onto her back on the massage table, her body still trembling. Weiss, who had returned because she had forgotten to tell her mother something, froze when she saw the scene.
Her gaze locked onto the white-haired faun. For a moment, she might have mistaken him for Daniel, if not for the obvious ears and tail, the lack of scars and those slightly different features.
"AAH!!" the faun shouted. "My dignity!"
Embarrassed, he grabbed a towel in a hurry, covering himself before nearly running out of the room.
Weiss did not stop him. All her attention was fixed on Willow, who was trying to stand up while semen was still dripping between her legs.
"Were you fucking a faun while you were talking to me?"
Willow had at least the decency to look embarrassed, wrapping herself in a blanket.
"Weiss, I can explain…"
Weiss stopped her with a sharp gesture, raising her hand in front of her. "I don't want to hear anything about your perversions with the manor staff!"
Without wanting to hear any excuses, Weiss turned around and left the room without looking back.
"WEISS, HE SEDUCED ME, IT'S NOT MY FAULT!!" Willow shouted.
Weiss turned a deaf ear as she stormed down the corridors, upset. She had opened her heart, she had apologized… all while her mother was fucking a faun.
As she walked, she heard a voice that was far too familiar.
"Hey, Weiss!" It was Daniel, raising a hand in greeting when he saw her pass by.
"I just saw a half-naked wolf faun running in that direction," he said, pointing behind him. "Do I need to be worried about something?"
Weiss completely ignored him, walking past, grabbing his hand and yanking him along forcefully.
"I don't want to talk about it…"
Daniel shrugged as he let himself be dragged.
"Sure… screw my insecurities after seeing naked men running out of my partner's mansion, right?"
"I'll explain it on the way," Weiss complained.
Daniel scratched his head, uneasy. "I thought you were going to introduce me to your mother or something…"
Weiss's grip on Daniel's hand tightened.
"I don't want to talk about that either!"
Daniel shrugged again.
"Perfect… I'll add to the list that my partner doesn't want to introduce me to her parents," he snorted, annoyed. "I don't think you know how to deal with men."
Weiss clicked her tongue and quickened her pace, wanting to get out of the manor as fast as possible.
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Author's note:
Quick chapter so you know I'm still alive and now have a university degree. Yay!
I have no idea what to do with it, but I have it.
People are weird. I explicitly told them not to give me power stones and they still did… still, thanks, I appreciate it.
Did anyone know they uploaded my fanfic to YouTube? Personally, I feel flattered. Wild.
I don't know what else to say… hmm, maybe I'll make a Patreon. Maybe, with a little extra green, I could upload chapters more regularly and publish all the ones I have piled up, plus the images I can't upload here. I don't know, I'll see what I do.
I still have to sort out some graduation stuff, but I don't have nightmares about university anymore. Now they'll be replaced by my adult life responsibilities.
Ah… the miracle of life. Anyway.
Kisses and hugs, rats!