Kink Fics (10/18)

The Valean Museum of Criminal History was a magnet for arch-criminals. Sometimes, Jaune wondered if it wouldn’t be better if they simply closed the museum, or just stopped having so many specifically themed exhibits, just to stop the endless cycle of burglaries. But at the same time… Jaune knew how critical it was for a nation to remember its history. And the museum educated tens of thousands of young Valeans about the past, something that was worth fighting for. It was why he took up the mantle of the Huntsman in the first place, and he wouldn’t surrender an inch in his private war against crime.

But as he crept through the shadows, hiding behind a scale model replica of the world’s largest penny, Jaune could see that his war against outlawry would feature yet another battle. Though this time… it was against a new enemy.

He could see a woman bent over and picking the lock to the security system’s interface. No doubt to steal the museum’s collection of priceless sapphires, part of their exhibit of artifacts that had been the subjects of previous heists from the museum. Jaune had successfully stopped Roman Torchwick from looting them the first time, and only narrowly escaped the Red Huntress when she arrived with no-doubt sinister attempt as she’d offered a “team up.” Jaune shuddered to imagine what sinister scheme she was trying to lure him into with that. But while Jaune was about to make his approach, he paused.

Bent over, in a tight black catsuit, and making a most distracting wiggle as she worked, Jaune found himself spending more time observing the thief than he ought to. Glossy black hair cascaded down her back in waves, with two black, catlike ears poking through. Appropriate for a cat burglar… a thought that quickly made Jaune wince at the unconscious bigotry he was expressing. Thankfully he hadn’t said it out loud, but he could hear his friend Blake in his mind lecturing him about the way racial bigotries intersect with criminalization… even if she was in the act of stealing sapphires from... but he had to focus up! It was time to move!

“Halt right there, you felonious feline,” Jaune said as he stepped forward out of the shadows. The thief turned and… did her catsuit need to be so tight? Jaune almost felt like he was being indecent in interrupting her, particularly as her black domino mask was a lacy black that seemed more appropriate for a masquerade than a burglary. As she smiled, her amber eyes glittering with playful amusement as Jaune tried his best not to blush.

“Ah, the Huntsman,” she said with a melodious purr, “I was wondering when you might show yourself…”

“It’s not too late to turn away from your path of malicious misbehavior,” Jaune said, gravely, trying to regain the upper hand as his opponent jutted her hip out to emphasize the supple curve of her derriere, “And though you know my name, I see you have me at a disadvantage,” he said in an effort to change the subject, “Let me guess… you call yourself Chat Noir!”

The mysterious criminal only smiled. “A good guess, but alas, the name was taken.”

“The Black Cat!” Jaune shot back, just as quickly.

“That’s… that’s the same name, just in English,” she said, shaking her head.

Undeterred, Jaune pressed on, pointing an accusatory finger and declaring, “Catwoman!”

“Do you think that the name I would pick for myself would have to involve cats, because I’m a cat Faunus?” Jaune cringed, knowing the Blake in his head was really giving it to him. And she was giving him both barrels, because Jaune couldn’t help but compare the two cat Faunus, particularly because this masked thief was the first time Jaune had ever seen an ass that could give Blake’s a run for its money. Is that all I am to you, Jaune? The Blake in his head asked, A magnificently spankable ass?

But he couldn’t deal with whatever was going on with his subconscious right now. The nameless thief had begun to pace back and forth, each step a sensual sway of her body as she drew closer to Jaune. He tensed, knowing that she was adept at using her body as a distraction, which meant that being distracted would only lead to very imminent pain. Bracing himself, the villain finally said, “You can call me… the Ghost.”

Jaune blinked. The Ghost seemed a little… put out by his lack of appreciation.

“I’m sorry,” he said, awkwardly rubbing his neck, “but… the Ghost?”

“What’s wrong with it?” she replied, all attempts at smouldering sexiness put aside as she folded her arms across her chest, “I’m a thief who gets in and out undetected, like a ghost. It’s a good name!”

“But your costume doesn’t really-”

The Ghost stamped her foot, “The whole point is that I don’t get seen! What’s the point of a fancy costume if nobody’s going to see it.”

“But I just-”

“I know you can see it!” she cried, throwing her hands up in exasperation. An awkward quiet fell over the both of them, leaving Jaune uncertain on what to do. Arrest her? He… supposed he still had to thwart the robbery…

“Well,” he scratched his neck, hating how uncertain his voice sounded, “Now that we’re past this, uh, ‘Ghost,’ I do still have to ask you to-”

“You’re still trying to stop me?” she asked, incredulously. Narrowing her eyes, she stepped towards him, a very distracting sway in her hips that came off as simultaneously sensual and angry, leaving Jaune very confused on how to feel. “You insult my costume, my code name and-”

“And you’re still breaking the law!” Jaune barked, a sudden surge of authority coming to his voice. Squaring his shoulders, he gave the Ghost a look of command and said, “You can turn away from your path of wrongdoing now, criminal.”

The Ghost just stared at him, her mouth hanging open and a slight tremble across her body as Jaune delivered his full authority to her. It was a familiar sight from his rogue’s gallery… well, every member of his rogue’s gallery who wasn’t Roman. Come to think of it, he was the only-

“Make me.”

Her voice was so quiet, Jaune almost thought he misheard her. “What do you-”

“Make me,” she said, much more clearly. There was… something in her amber eyes that Jaune could see, even past her mask, that made him suddenly feel a little unsure about what her goal was here, but Jaune couldn’t allow any uncertainties to disrupt his posture. Narrowing his gaze upon the criminal before him, he said, “If you’re looking for a fight-”

“You’ll what? Spank me?” she said, turning her ass towards him and giving it a playful slap. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you staring at it… Pervert.”

Jaune’s eyes widened as he struggled to deny his earlier lecherousness. But as his stance slackened, he realized, that was her goal to begin with!

With a grin, she sprang at him on the attack, claws extended, but Jaune easily dodged. “Dirty boy,” she giggled as she took another slash, but while she was quick, Jaune had been fighting criminals for long enough to see the weakness in her style. He let himself take a hit, feeling her claws rake down his arm, but putting the Ghost in a position where it was easy to grab her and bring his superior strength to bear. Pinning her arm in a hold, he pushed the subdued criminal down on her knees to see… to see...

To see that her suit had ripped.

And had ripped in a very particular area. And that loss of structural integrity had revealed that the overstuffed globes of her ass had swiftly made a small rip into a big rip… a big, “not wearing underwear” revealing rip… one that contrasted the creamy flesh of her cheeks against the dark black of her catsuit, and… and showed how utterly wet she was as she… struggled against his grip.

Though her struggles seemed less about getting away, but more an excuse to pant and… to gyrate...

Jaune moaned, struggling to resist the temptation that was hypnotically swaying before him. It would be… she was a captured prisoner, it would be so wrong… the Blake in his head was lecturing him about proper treatment of captives, but he sure couldn’t hear any words over the puffy pink pussy lips swaying before him. Without even realizing it, he had slipped out of his pants, letting his very hard cock spring free, well engorged by the sight of his helpless captive shaking her ass and pussy at him so alluringly.

“What… what are you...” she asked as she felt the head of Jaune’s cock begin to brush against her huge ass. “Oh! Y-you c-can’t…” she gasped, but her words trailed away as Jaune’s dick drifted to her slit, making her moan. Then she added in a quiet voice, “Oh, you’re big...”

Jaune had no response. Just the feeling of his cockhead pressing against her slit, the sound of her mewling whimpers, but with such an obvious hint of eagerness as he realized she wasn’t doing anything to get away from him. So he could just...

“NYAAAAAH!” she squealed, her pussy squeezing tightly along his shaft as Jaune plunged into her, “Oh, you’re big, you’re so big! You’re splitting- OH! You’re splitting me apart!”

But while the Ghost might be succumbing to Jaune’s girth, the Huntsman found himself in an equally difficult struggle as he fought off this shapely seductress’s unchecked assault on his own self control! Now that he realized that he was fucking her, Jaune was caught marveling at how amazing it was to just go balls deep into this pulchritudinous pilferer’s perfect pussy. It was just so… so warm and wet and tight, and worse, her ass had slipped fully from her costume as the rough force of their fucking had further expanded the rip in her costume. Her glorious cheeks were bare and just begging him for it as they jiggled and wobbled with each mighty thrust! He just… he had to...

SMACK!

“EIIIYYYYAAAAAAAAH!” she shrieked, “Oh more, oh more, more more more, punish-” SMACK! “MEEEEEEEEEE!”

Well he was… punishing a criminal, and she was the one who had suggested it in the first place…

Using one hand to grab the Ghost by the hip, letting his own hips rock back and forth as he slammed into her pussy, Jaune raised his right hand… and then brought it down with another mighty SMACK as he left a bright red handprint on the Ghost’s luminous globes. She, in turn, howled with pleasure as Jaune remembered that he had a duty to this delinquent.

SMACK! “And you won’t be doing anymore-” SMACK! “-crimes, will you?” SMACK!

“Y-yes,” she babbled, “anything- ANYTHING you want, j-just, PLEASE! Give- give your kitty her cream!”

Seizing her by the hips, Jaune resolved to make sure this thief learned her lesson by any means necessary! “I don’t know if I believe you,” he growled before he slammed into her as hard as he could, leaving the Ghost squealing as he gave her rump another heavy SMACK!

“I WON’T! I WOOOOOOON’T!” she cried, “Oh fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT YOU- OH GODS YES, YES, YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!”

As the Ghost screamed her climax, Jaune felt a wild surge of satisfaction at redeeming this criminal. And another surge was building within him...

Pulling out, Jaune barely had a moment before he came, spraying his seed all over the Ghost’s generous backside. Splattering the creamy orbs of her posterior, he watched as the would-be thief moaned in approval, gleefully accepting his cum as it began to ooze down her cheeks.

Panting for air, Jaune leaned back and looked down at the mewling, writhing sex-kitten, his pearly cum still glittering on her ass in the dim lights of the museum. He… it wasn’t an orthodox means of crime prevention, but… well, it worked.

And if it hadn’t, well…

Worth it.

But still, his duties as the Huntsman compelled him to do more, to uphold his duty to the city, even after his legs felt almost jellied after the intensity of his climax. With a groan, Jaune asked, “And you… you won’t be committing any more crimes, will you?”

The Ghost merely giggled, murmuring, “Wh-whatever y-you saaaaaayyyyyy, mister Huntsman...”

Well…

Good enough.

LINE BREAK BLAKE

Holy shit.

She had slept with the Huntsman. The Huntsman.

Blake still almost didn’t believe it, every step feeling dreamlike and uncertain as she tried to piece together that, yes, it really happened. She’d slept with an honest-to-goodness superhero, and he had more than lived up to her fantasies!

She almost skipped, she was so happy. He had… he had plowed her, and it was the sexiest thing, getting screwed in the middle of a crime scene, she had ever imagined. Really, she’d been having some concerns about the amount of grand larceny and felony breaking and entering she’d been committing, but it had been worth it. So worth it. She still felt her legs shake a little with every step, and though she, reluctantly, had to shower off the residue of his cum on her butt, she could practically feel it all sticky and wet on her, setting off where his handprint still throbbed from where he spanked her.

Blake hadn’t been spanked since she was a little girl, but she had just discovered she had a hardcore fetish for it. She wondered if she could bring a paddle with her for the next time she got “caught...”

And she was certain there would be a next time. Really, the Huntsman had to know what was up with the various villainesses in Vale. In terms of super-criminals, there was Roman Torchwick, who stole for money, the Red Huntress, whose wickedness knew no bounds, and an array of sexy girls in skintight costumes who couldn’t make it more obvious what their actual interest was in the hunky Huntsman. What all these crimes were really about. But Blake had beaten them all to the punch and got to experience the HuntsMAN who had given her a brand new appreciation for the strong arm of the law!

Ugh, but keeping this quiet… that was going to be the real challenge. Not when her heart was singing—seriously, when was the last time she’d been this happy?—with a desperate need to share. Stepping into the cafeteria to grab a quick breakfast, she saw her friends at their regular table, and though she knew it’d be hard… she had a secret identity to maintain. And that meant not telling any of her girlfriends… even when she really wanted to. But even with this hardship, it was going to be impossible to keep the smile off her face!

“Hey girls!” Blake said, taking a seat with her friends, “How’s it going!”

“Someone’s chipper,” Yang noted, adroitly—though it really wasn’t something she could hide, “What, you actually swallow the canary this morning?”

Blake felt the smile drop away from her face. “Yang, we’ve talked about this,” she grumbled, “I have the paperwork for a DEI complaint already-”

“Moving along from Yang being Yang,” Weiss neatly cut in, “you do seem… unusually happy.”

“Freakishly happy,” Nora added, “Like, I think the last time I saw you smile was when that sushi place invited you to their soft opening. So what’s up? Spill it, sister!”

“Oh, it’s just-”

But Yang, who could never got ten seconds without putting her foot in it, cracked a wide grin. “Oh, I think I know what it is...”

Weiss turned up her nose and rolled her eyes, Nora chuckled, Pyrrha blushed, and Ruby, ever the child, asked, “You do?” obliviously.

Blake cut Yang off before she could reply. “I won’t hide it,” she said, leaning forward, “But yes, I did happen to… get lucky last night.”

She was greeted with a series of hoots and applause. Even Pyrrha, who was honestly kind of crazy repressed, cracked a soft smile for her good fortune. For a moment, Blake was really thankful for her friends. Even if she couldn’t tell them the truth that she was a masked super-criminal by night, it was good to have someone she could share stuff like this with and get their honest approval and support.

“Hey girls,” the sudden voice of Coco Adel cut in as she and Velvet stopped by their table, “I heard the sounds of hot goss and I had to show up and offer to trade.”

“Kittycat got lucky,” Yang said, causing Blake to shoot her a glare. Coco peered down at her past her sunglasses, not even hiding her leer as she clearly imagined her naked… like Coco did for just about every girl on campus.

“Well, that’s pretty good, but...” she said, turning her attention back to gossip, “What I’ve got is better—crazy crime wave last night, Princess Snowflake robbed the Valean National Bank, and Sundragon hit the Armory.”

“The Huntsman didn’t stop them?” Ruby asked as Blake inwardly winced. Tempting a crimefighter to a night of debauchery… might have drawn him away from other crimes that needed to be dealt with. And villainesses who would be furious if they learned what Blake had been up to with the man they were hoping to be “thwarted” by. Well, she thought to herself, better luck next time, girls.

“He never even showed,” Weiss said, before clamming up as every eye at the table turned to stare at her. “I, um, I heard about it this morning?” she tried to explain.

“You had Huntsman gossip and you didn’t share?” Yang said, shaking her head, “And I thought you were trustworthy, Weiss cream.”

Weiss turned red. “I- I didn’t think it was a big deal. None of you are big Huntsman fans!”

Blake couldn’t hold back her laugh at that. Weissy thought she was the Huntsman’s number one fangirl? Blake had a handprint on her ass that disagreed, and from the way her pussy was still feeling it, she knew she’d be out, in her catsuit, at the first chance she got to… test her rehabilitation, so to speak.

“I thought Sundragon wasn’t a criminal anymore after the Hunstman stopped her and tied her up?” Ruby asked, painfully innocent as to why that would only encourage the brutish, busty blonde supervillain to keep doing crimes.

“Well...” Yang said, a blush on her face as she obviously was picturing exactly what Blake was, the Huntsman looming over his helpless foe… just like Blake got to experience for real… “Some criminals are just- hard to reform...”

“I’ll say,” Weiss grunted, “That brute’s just greedy for more-”

Yang glared at Weiss. “Hey, you don’t know what-”

“Hey,” Ruby piped up, “has anyone seen Jaune? He’s usually a fan of Huntsman talk.”

At that, the table, Blake included, rolled their eyes. Coco shrugged. “Eh, whatever he’s up to, who cares? No offense to the rest of you, being his friends and all.”

“None taken,” Blake demurred. She really wasn’t concerned where Jaune was and was a little annoyed that the conversation had moved from the Huntsman—Vale’s 100% certified super-hunk of mystery—to… Jaune Arc. Ruby’s dorky friend.

Thankfully, Yang chimed in with a rumor she’d been hearing about the Huntsman and how Sundragon had basically thrown down the gauntlet to fight him personally. Heh, Blake knew enough about Sundragon to know that Yang’s joking innuendos were much more accurate than Yang suspected, but those girls would have to get in line. Cause thinking about the Huntsman meant thinking more about last night, and she really needed another showdown, and soon.