The Grimm Prince (RWBY)

She can’t take a single picture in this state. Not when her hands are shaking, and it’s taking every ounce of her willpower not to reach down and start touching herself right then and there. And so instead, Glynda carefully sets her scroll off to the side, sinking to her knees as she continues watching the two of them go at it through the crack in the door.
 
Her hands move across her body, even as the Grimm King Jaune thrusts into Summer from behind. The older woman moans throatily, his cock piercing her core in a way Glynda’s fingers and tongue never could. There are some things that only a man can do for a woman, she supposes…
 
The buttons on Glynda’s top come undone, one by one, as she turns her telekinesis semblance towards the lewd act of exposing herself to her own touch. Her hands, meanwhile, go down to her pencil skirt, the Beacon Professor slowly hiking up the garment, until she can touch herself properly. Her pantyhose get in the way at first, but she grinds the heel of her palm into her crotch anyways, gasping, her breath hitching.
 
A moment later, and her hand is down the front of her pantyhose and panties and working away at her slit. After that, she HAS to keep her other hand over her mouth, lest she gives away her presence with a mewling cry. Instead, she muffles her voice, fingering herself and trying in vain to match the Grimmified male’s tempo as he gives Summer his cock, hard and fast.
 
Of course, just because they’re fucking doesn’t mean they’re not talking. Glynda can’t help but overhear them, as they continue to carry a conversation, even in the throes of passion.
 
“Do you think she’ll come around? Do you think she’ll listen?”
 
Moaning, Summer nods her head.
 
“I think she’s more, nngh, ready for a change of p-pace then you’d, oooh, think~”
 
It’s clear they’re talking about her. Glynda doesn’t know what the Grimm King means by ‘come around’ or by ‘listen’, nor does she quite understand Summer’s words either. Surely… surely, they don’t think they can turn her. She’s not just going to abandon Ozpin! They’d have to be fools, to think her capable of that! Glynda whimpers into her palm, eyes crossing as she drives a second finger into herself alongside the first.
 
“Well, you’d know her best I suppose. I just… hah, I just want everyone to be happy, you know. Is that so much to ask?”
 
Wait, what? How could a Grimm want everyone to be happy? Didn’t they literally feed on negativity? Of course, sentient humanoid Grimm might be different, Glynda supposed… no! No, she couldn’t let herself be swayed!
 
Meanwhile, in the room beyond, Summer lets out a shaky bark of laughter.
 
“H-Hah! Yes, Jaune. It’s much too much to ask. We humans… we have always been incredibly self-destructive. Mm, honestly, you might be better off just… taking over the entire world, at this point.”
 
“NO! You can’t do that!”
 
It’s only after the fact, only after it’s too late for her to stop it, that Glynda realizes those words came from her lips. She’s burst into the room, into Summer’s quarters, and shouted out on instinct, her mind horrified out of its momentary arousal by the idea of a Grimm taking over Remnant.
 
Jaune… is surprised to see her. His red eyes widen in shock at the sight of her, and Glynda blushes bright crimson as she realizes what she’s showing him right now. Her hand is still under her skirt, and her top is still undone, hanging off of her with her tits just… out in the open, exposed to the open air, her nipples rock hard.
 
Summer, meanwhile, is completely unsurprised. In fact, the blind woman has a wide grin on her face, and only too late does Glynda realize how thoroughly she’s been bamboozled. Not by the King of the Grimm, who she was so afraid of, but by her own crush, by the woman she’d believed until recently to be her ally.
 
The blind huntress had never been unaware of Glynda’s presence. Her range, that strange aura-sensing ability of hers that replaced her sight… it was MUCH further than just one simple bedroom. From the moment Glynda saw the door open a crack, she should have known it was a trap, for that was precisely what it was. She’d been tricked.
 
More than that, it was Summer’s touch, her aura massaging, that had left Glynda turned on instead of feeling betrayed, wasn’t it? No… that wasn’t quite right. Her aura massage felt amazing, and now that Glynda was looking for it, she recognized Summer’s faint caresses, but that was all physical. The light of Summer’s soul, wrapping Glynda’s in a warm embrace. Mentally… Glynda’s decisions, her arousal and lust… were mostly her own.
 
Jaune’s surprise is suddenly replaced by a look of confidence and determination, as he shakes his head at Glynda, abruptly pulling out of Summer and sitting down on the edge of the bed with a sigh.
 
“I’m not planning on conquering all of Remnant, Glynda Goodwitch. That is NOT my goal.”
 
Summer shifts to the edge of the bed as well, sitting beside Jaune and stroking his large, thick, throbbing cock in her hand as she gives Glynda a wicked grin.
 
“Jaune is a good man, Glynda. He wouldn’t do that unless it was absolutely necessary. But I had to think of some way to get you to reveal yourself. Peeping on me and my beloved savior like this? Naughty, naughty~”
 
Glynda’s blush only intensifies. The bespectacled Professor can only squirm as she finds herself totally, utterly out of her depth. More than that, she’s causing what effectively amounts to a diplomatic incident, isn’t she? Not that the Beacon Professor had come to the Land of Darkness as some sort of ambassador or emissary, but when Summer had picked her up and dragged her back here, she’d become the representative of not just Ozpin, but the human race.
 
… And here she was, embarrassing herself by peeping on a Foreign Royal and his… whatever Summer was to him. Squirming in embarrassment, starting to feel downright mortified, Glynda bows her head.
 
“I… I a-apologize for overstepping. I should never have c-come here… I’ll… go back to my rooms.”
 
However, as she tries to bow out, Summer stops her with her aura, turning the massaging sensation into a grip as sharp as her voice is when it calls out a moment later.
 
“Not good enough.”
 
“Summer…”
 
When Glynda looks back to the pair on the bed, the Grimm King looks a little exasperated with his bedroom companion. Summer, meanwhile, is no longer smiling. If she had eyes, Glynda imagined they would be glaring at her right now. Pinning her in place with a gaze. As it is, Glynda still feels rather pinned by the weighty expectations of the woman she’s been making love to for these past few days of travel.
 
“You owe King Jaune an apology, Glynda. A proper one. Up close and personal.”
 
Summer’s hand on Jaune’s cock points the thick, throbbing pillar of pale white man meat in Glynda’s direction, making it quite clear what the blind woman is suggesting… nay, demanding. Glynda’s eyes widen as she finds herself staring at the Grimm King’s member, looking upon that bulbous head. She’d… she couldn’t, right? And yet, at the same time… she’d been touching herself to the sight of them going at it. Maybe… maybe Summer was right. Maybe this was an appropriate punishment, for peeping in on them.
 
“Ms. Goodwitch, you don’t have to…”
 
“No, she’s right.”
 
It’s odd, because she expects the King of the Grimm to be the villain, just like his Queen. She expects Summer to have her back. Instead, this Grimmified man, this… Jaune… he looks almost uncomfortable, as Glynda slowly begins walking forward. Summer, meanwhile, has a pleased smile on her lips.
 
“Good, Glynda. You know what to do, right? On your knees now… apologize with that mouth of yours.”
 
In a way, Summer is helping her, even as she’s pushing for this. Lowering herself to her knees, Glynda opens her mouth wide and lets her friend guide the cock in her hand forward past Glynda’s lips. The bespectacled Beacon Professor blushes as she begins to tentatively suck at Jaune’s member, her tongue wiggling this way and that.
 
The Grimm King groans, but otherwise does nothing, staying where he is sat on the edge of the bed, keeping his hands at his sides as he looks down at her. And Glynda… Glynda begins to bob up and down on his cock, slurping away like her life depends on it. An hour ago, she would have said it might have. She would have thought that her life hang in the balance here… and yet, now she was getting the impression that that wasn’t quite right. Rather, she was getting the impression that the Grimm King was a lot more forgiving and a lot more merciful than his Queen… and even more than Summer Rose herself, as a matter of fact.
 
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How the fuck had it gotten to this point? Staring down into Glynda Goodwitch’s eyes as they peer back up at him from behind those glasses of hers, Jaune can only groan, and resist putting his hands on her. This whole situation was both incredibly hot and deeply discomfiting, both at the same time. He had no desire to immediately hop into bed with Ozma’s latest lackey, but Summer seemed insistent on making it happen.
 
Indeed, even as Glynda swirls her tongue around his cockhead, sucking at the first few inches of his dick, it’s not enough for Summer Rose. Reaching out, the blind woman plies her fingers through Glynda’s locks, and then tightens her grip.
 
“You can do better than this, Glynda. Here, let me help you.”
 
Right before Jaune’s eyes, Summer begins to face fuck her old classmate on his cock, bouncing Glynda’s head up and down his length as he groans in reluctant enjoyment of the tight flexing of her esophagus and gullet, while the gagging, choking sounds coming from her quickly fill the air.
 
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
 
He feels positively evil right now. And not the sort of evil that dwelling a bit too long on his memories of being millions of Grimm makes him feel. That sort of evil is one thing, a primal sort of evil, a monstrous sort of evil. This… this is a very human sort of evil. Him in a position of power, abusing that power to have his way with a woman who he’s not even sure LIKES him.
 
Sure, Glynda isn’t fighting Summer, she isn’t trying to resist. She stares up at him, eyes growing watery and involuntary tears eventually streaking down her face as she chokes on his cock, but she doesn’t try to fight it. She just takes his dick as deeply as Summer can get her to go, her throat stretching around his shaft and her neck bulging with the sheer size of his Grimmified member, again and again and again.
 
Letting out a low sigh, Jaune decides that SOMETHING productive should come of this insanity. If nothing else, he feels like he has Glynda’s undivided attention right now.
 
“You should know, Ms. Goodwitch, that I really do have no desire to conquer the world. I… I wanted to give humanity a chance to prosper, to live outside of the confines of the cages that Salem put them in. Humankind had been reduced to a fragment of their potential, a remnant, if you will. The Kingdoms could be likened to zoo enclosures, for all the space they provided.”
 
Jaune shakes his head, grimacing as he tries to put it into words that won’t give away the truth. Because really, that’s what it comes back to at the end of the day. The Truth, as it stands. That’s why Ozma sent Glynda Goodwitch all the way here, Jaune presumes. To discover the truth behind the Grimm’s disappearance.
 
Saying that he’d taken charge of things was all well and good, but then, where had he been all this time? How would Glynda react if she was told the truth, that he was literally only a couple years old himself. He’d been created to be Salem’s companion, her Prince, and had ultimately taken over and become King.
 
That was… a lot for a human mind to process. The idea that the Grimm, the Kingdoms’ boogeyman, were only held back because Jaune had Salem on a tight leash… it would upset some. Might drive others insane. Might make a scant few happy, he supposed. But would it make Glynda Goodwitch happy?
 
“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
 
To his mild surprise, the next time Jaune pulls himself out of his thoughts and looks down at Glynda, she’s face fucking HERSELF upon his cock. Summer has let go of her head, and instead of being forced upon his length, Glynda is deep-throating his dick of her own accord. Meanwhile, Summer has slipped off the bed and is behind her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she hugs Glynda from behind, one hand groping a breast and the other down between the blonde’s legs.
 
Its an incredibly sexy sight, seeing these two beautiful, matured women, one of them a MILF, the other a Professor, engaged in the throes of passion. Glynda’s tongue writhes wildly along his length, and Jaune… Jaune can’t hold back any longer. He lets out a loud groan, before cumming in Glynda’s mouth. Of course, she’s not ready for it by any means, and he’s gotten too used to not having to warn his women before he cums.
 
Rearing back as if struck, Glynda ends up taking the majority of his load on her face. Her glasses, which have been askew for quite some time now, are coated in his seed, as are the rest of her features. Summer, meanwhile, leans her head past Glynda’s own and catches as much of his errant seed on her tongue as she can, before beginning to lap up the mess on Glynda’s cheek as well.
 
Jaune, meanwhile, stares down at the two women… and wonders if perhaps he SHOULD tell Glynda the truth about himself. Would it help? He had no intentions of killing the Beacon Professor, nor even necessarily imprisoning her here, no matter what the others said. So, telling her about his origins might make its way back to Ozma, might reach the Beacon Headmaster’s ears.
 
That might be a reason not to do so. But at the same time, the other option, to continue lying about it… it didn’t sit well with him.
 
Of course, that was only one half of the choice he had in front of him. The other half was… did he let this escalate along its current trajectory? If Summer has her way, he’s going to end up fucking Ms. Goodwitch tonight. But maybe it would be best to send her back to her rooms, to avoid this going any further.
 
Hm, a pair of decisions before him, interchangeable and all. He just had to make his choice. He was supposed to be in charge here, after all.