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Her Shameful Secret (8/24)
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It was the downtime that she hadn’t accounted for.
Unaccounted matters were usually a matter of utter failure to a woman as meticulous—and in a job as dangerous—as Cinder Fall, but this one felt less like a mistake on her part and more of an annoyance. Because downtime at Beacon was just… boring. It was a necessary boredom, she had to be present at the school to make her appearance something that didn’t draw attention, but when so much of her time was spent doing nothing, she was finding this particularly unbearable.
Drumming her fingers on the table, she idly sipped coffee and wondered if there was some chaos she could cause, something to liven things up. Maybe just leave Mercury off the leash for the day and see what bungling disaster he could-
Her scroll buzzed. Which normally would be a welcomed break from the tedium, but when she saw who the message was from, Cinder paled.
Because Cinder had not been… entirely professional at Beacon. Because she already had caused some chaos in a careless moment, and now she was reaping the “rewards” of having done that, to her unbearable regret.
Because now “Sun Wukong” was texting her. And the text had an attached photo.
How many times had she told him…
But with an internal groan, Cinder knew that she wasn’t going to be able to resist opening the message. Curiosity alone… and it wasn’t even curiosity, not really. Glancing furtively to ensure that nobody was looking, she carefully opened the message and…
Ohhhhhhh mama.
There was a reason she hadn’t dumped Sun the moment she’d realized what she’d done the next morning. There was a reason she was still receiving his messages, even though she’d been extremely clear with the Mistralian that no one was to know about their doings. There was a reason she wasn’t able to wait until she got to a private place to open the photo.
Because she just couldn’t help herself. All her discipline, all her carefully honed ability to control herself was nothing when her eyes could behold Sun posing in front of the mirror, gloriously shirtless and showing each and every abdominal muscle in perfect definition, his rock-hard pecs carrying a sheen of sweat from his workout, his biceps, his triceps… and his naughty tail pulling down his shorts and hinting at-
Oh gods why was she such a fool!
She should have had Mercury assassinate him weeks ago! Or just- just slit his throat some morning, thrown him into the ocean, told him there was a crate of bananas in a storage room and just locked him into it, done anything other than continue this relationship! But how could she stop when this photo already had her heart beating like mad, her thighs trembling with a familiar itch, and her mind calling forth memories of their last secretive tryst! He was too good to let go of and too risky to be near!
How did he have this power over her? He was an idiot, a blond dumbass who Emerald had pickpocketed every single day and he hadn’t once noticed! This was a man who, when his ID went “mysteriously missing” (because Emerald kept stealing it), said he wasn’t even concerned, because people generally got the door for him or he could just climb a window… and this man was attractive to her?
It was infuriating. Humiliating. Unacceptable on so many levels and gods-damn-it-all she was still glued to that picture. She almost whimpered: how were men allowed to be this good looking? While also being that stupid?
With a snarl, she snapped her scroll shut. Not that it helped, not that no longer looking at it meant she could stop picturing the way she could see every drop of sweat trace its way down his godlike physique. But she could at least vent some anger in snapping her scroll shut. She could feel her teammates flinch beside her, oblivious to the true contents of the message, but very aware that she was in a mood. They must have assumed it was a matter of supreme importance, a delay from Roman or some hint that Ozpin’s fools might be closing in on them. Good. Let them think that. It meant they wouldn’t interrupt as Cinder rose from the table and stormed off in a huff.
In the back of her mind, Cinder was already calculating all the details she knew to make her next move. It wasn’t hard to deduce which of Beacon’s gyms he most likely had been working out in, since she had made a point of learning his schedule and patterns of behavior front to back (reasonable risk he might be targeted… and a more reasonable risk that the idiot might blab), and the photo had enough background details that—yes, she was able to see even though it meant not looking at his chiseled abs—and that meant that she was able to place that he had just finished in the gym behind the Grimm Studies classroom, the one on the far side of campus. Which meant she knew where to go to intercept him.
Sun Wukong was about to learn what happened to people who crossed Cinder Fall, and he was especially going to find out what happened to people who pissed her off so hard she had to storm out in a huff! Oh, he would learn. He would damn well learn.
LINE BREAK CINDER
Finding Sun was as easy as anticipated. The benefits of having a detailed profile on him, but Cinder found it wasn’t really something she needed. He made no effort to vary up his behaviors or habits, with the exception of his frequent bursts of idiotically short-sighted foolishness. Even those were largely predictable in his larger patterns of behavior—he’d go out on a little adventure because something caught his eye, but he’d be back before the day was over. It was charming—in an aggravating way—but it made tracking him down very easy. She rounded a corner to see him in the hall, heading his way back to his dorm and, as Cinder predicted, largely alone.
His eyes lit up to see her, utterly misreading the look of furious scorn on his face—like he always did—as he opened his mouth to say something that was almost certainly going to be stupid. So Cinder cut him off.
“Shut. Up.”
“Hey, babe,” he said, obliviously, “what’s-”
Cinder cut him off by grabbing his vest and pulling him into a classroom and added another “Shut. Up.” as she roughly yanked him out of sight.
Once she’d shut the door, Sun raised an eyebrow at her, but Cinder didn’t have the time or inclination to explain herself. Least of all to him. So instead she just slammed him against the chalkboard… and plunged her tongue into his mouth.
But of course, sudden, unexpected, and vicious acts of amorous passion didn’t faze Sun at all. They didn’t phase him in their early relationship, and, of course, it wasn’t any different now. She just planted her lips on his, shoved her tongue into his mouth, and went to town on him, and the idiot didn’t hesitate to start kissing her back.
And, ugh, he was a good kisser too. Not content to just be irrationally attractive, he also put more of an effort into romance than anyone Cinder had seduced before, which just made her hate him so much more!
That sudden pulse of fury within her compelled her to break off the kiss and give him a seething glare, one that would make Mercury or Emerald literally die to see it… as she started kissing him again.
“I hate you, mwah, I hate you so, mwah mwah mwah, so fucking much...”
“Aww, babe,” Sun cooed at her, like an idiot, “I didn’t, mwah, realize you were so pent up...”
She briefly paused in her kisses to glare at him, and she hated how petulant she felt while she did it. Like she wasn’t a dangerous terrorist facing down an idiot, like she was just his- his- his bratty girlfriend who knew she couldn’t stay mad at him and he knew it too!
“I am not pent up!” she spat… though her words were muffled by his lips and her meaning was made uncertain from the way her hips ground against his, amorously humping him with a passionate need even as she denied it.
A need that became so much worse as Sun put a hand on her ass and started to squeeze while his tail began to tickle her back and- how was he so good at doing this? She was angry, damnit! Angry at him! For being so- so stupidly fucking hot and-
Cinder whimpered as Sun suddenly cut off her objections as he started really maneuvering her, her needy pussy rubbing against his bulge and reminding her that she really, really did need it, that he’d tormented her with that photo, teasing her all day by being so- so fucking handsome when she couldn’t do anything about it and now he was rubbing against her and driving her even more crazy!
“Pants off!” she gasped, “Take your- take your pants off right now!”
“Aye-aye, Ma’am!” he saluted with a wide, dopey grin even as Cinder wished she could just hate someone to death.
But her ability to accomplish that was not her priority as she finally got an eyeful of what had been denied to her in the photo. As Sun yanked his jeans down, his cock sprang forth and Cinder, in spite of her boiling rage, couldn’t hold back the girlish glee that surged forth within her. Hiking up her dress, she was glad she eschewed panties so often just for moments like these where she simply needed to mount him right then and there.
She didn’t pause to spring atop him, her hands wrapped around his neck, her legs wrapped around his waist as he squeezed her ass with his rough, strong hands and she felt his shaft, hard as gods-damned iron, support her weight. She ran her dripping slit back and forth, moaning out as she felt how close it was to receiving what she was so desperately longing for. She hated it, hated it so much, but as she could feel her slippery pussy grinding on his cock, her hatred couldn’t possibly outweigh her desire.
“I take it,” Sun chuckled, “that you liked my photo?”
“Shut up,” she groaned, feeling how close she was to feeling this cock inside her, but still denying herself, tormenting herself with self-denial, a fitting punishment for developing feelings for an idiot! “If you ever, fuck, e-ever get me this w-worked up again...”
“I know,” he soothed her, in that genuine, sympathetic way that made her heart flutter just to hear it, “It was mean of me, but don’t worry, Cin. I’ll take good care of you.”
She wanted to tell him off. To slap him across the face. To do anything that wasn’t gaze into his eyes, transfixed by the warmth she saw in his smile as she simply melted into a stupid, simpering maiden who had fallen so hard for his honest sweetness, his total lack of guile, his-
HIS MAGNIFICENT COCK!
Cinder had, in a moment of weakness, lost sight of the moment and when her control slipped, Sun simply guided her into position… and thrust himself right into her pussy.
Throwing her head back in a howl of pleasure as she felt his head push deeper and deeper into her, Cinder lost all sight of anything but the sensation now overwhelming her. His girth, as always, proved to be more than she could manage easily as it split her open. And Sun, sweet Sun, awful Sun, was such a gentle and caring lover even as the club he carried was tearing her apart. He showered her in praise and kisses, attentive to her pleasure as he made sure to focus on which spots caused her to squeal… and then focused his efforts on driving her even crazier.
Sex with Sun always went like this. Cinder knew, deep in her heart, she knew what would happen the minute she sought him out. She maybe even knew that this would be happening as soon as she saw the photo Sun had sent her, hell, as soon as she got up in the morning! But as she bounced on his dick, Cinder’s mind was totally caught off guard by how quickly things had turned in this direction… and her overheated lusts simply went wild within her.
Riding him with an enthusiasm that was beginning to turn manic, Cinder’s eager bouncing became a series of wild, jerky motions. She wanted to take him deep, as deep within her as she could, and with every bobbing dive, she felt his shaft plumb her depths, practically deep enough to kiss her womb. Cinder wasn’t thinking of anatomy, though. At this moment, all she could think was more. More and more and more and more, she needed more cock, deeper inside her and she wouldn’t stop until she had it!
In contrast, while Cinder’s composure had given way to mad avarice, Sun was just enjoying the sensation of Cinder’s pussy engulfing and squeezing his dick. He was in a playful mood, lovingly complimenting Cinder, telling her how good she felt and how much he was enjoying this, but she wasn’t listening to a single word he had to say.
No, Cinder’s entire focus was that she was going to get that “more” she needed. She could feel the twitch, the hitch in this thrusts, the tell-tale sign that she was going to get what she wanted. And Cinder always got what she wanted. What she needed. By- by force or by guile or by any means necessary, she got what she wanted, and now she- she- she-
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Sun said in a long, low moan as he released, pumping rope after rope of cum into her pussy, filling her up, flooding her womb, and sending Cinder into a plunging spiral of pleasure, down and down and down as she shuddered and screamed, her nails raking Sun’s back as she dug in tightly as her whole body quaked from her orgasm.
Ohhhhhhhh… he always did this to her. After a climax like that, Cinder couldn’t do much more but hold on tight as Sun just chuckled, gently guiding her off his dick as he disentangled her legs from his waist and gently lay her down, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead as he slipped his balled-up jeans beneath her head as a pillow, then took his place beside her, enveloping her in his strong, loving arms.
“I haaaaaate you,” she groaned as she sank into her lover’s embrace.
“I love you too, sweetie,” he replied, giving her a kiss on the forehead.
And damn it all… it felt really nice.
LINE BREAK CINDER
Maintaining an orderly facade of ordinary student life was easy for Cinder. She was concealing the fact that she was a terrorist coordinating the destruction of Beacon well enough, hiding that she had a paramour that she… genuinely… enjoyed being around should be easy enough.
Alas, it was not her insecure toady or her jackass assassin that proved to be her vulnerability. Not even those meddling do-gooders who seemed to think that Vale needed the skills of random teenagers to fight crime. No, the weak link was… her. And it was burning her up inside.
Trying not to acknowledge him in public was… more difficult than Cinder had expected. Keeping a smile off her face as she passed him by, feeling his hand brush against hers, remembering being wrapped in those arms without a care in the world… she was only so resilient! It wasn’t fair, and now, in the cafeteria, over breakfast, it was taking all of her skill not to let her eyes drift over to where he was sitting, casting her gaze over his handsome features, seeing his eyes sparkle with mirth as he laughed at one of his friends’ jokes. She could be over there, with him… his hand in hers… her sitting on his lap… but no, she had to keep up her front. Had to stop letting this idiot drive her crazy and jeopardize her mission!
Hell with it. She’d been tormented enough by her boy… boyfr- boyfrrrrr- boyfrrrrrrrrrrrrriend (it was hard to admit it, even to herself), it was time to turn the tables! And Cinder Fall knew vengeance as fluently as any master, made even more dangerous by the fact that here, in the cafeteria, she was expertly poised to wreak havoc against… the boy she… she liked.
Beacon Academy trained professional Huntsman, so food was of extreme importance. There were plenty of places to acquire fresh fruit, and so Cinder produced the long, yellow weapon of her revenge. Sun noticed it—of course he noticed it, the moron could be distracted from sex by a banana—and perked up, wondering if maybe Cinder might have softened on him… or maybe he just thought he might get a banana, too.
Either way, as she slowly peeled it open, using slow, sensuous gestures as she ran her hand up and down it’s length until the whole thing was unpeeled, Cinder prepared to give the idiot a show he would not forget.
Wrapping her lips around the pale white flesh of the banana, she raised her eyebrows at her secret boyfriend across the cafeteria, savoring the sight of him blushing as she slowly and teasingly worked her way down its shaft. Pantomiming further, she deep throated the banana, in and out, all the way down her throat to demonstrate she was more than capable of suppressing her gag reflex.
She didn’t want to overdo it. There was a fine line between seductive and whorish, and Cinder knew she’d already crossed it. So as she slowly pulled the banana free from her mouth—but not before one last, teasing kiss on the tip—Cinder switched gears and began to eat the fruit properly. Satisfied with her display of unmatched sexual talent, Cinder quickly and confidently finished her banana. She idly realized that someone other than Sun might have seen what she was doing, but she considered it an acceptable risk. Damage to her reputation was worth putting that arrogant blond bastard through a taste of what he did to her. The look on his face was payment enough, and Cinder knew she would be savoring it for a while. Turning back to her breakfast, she chuckled, thinking of what must be going through Sun’s head right now. Served him right to-
Her scroll buzzed.
And then it buzzed again.
And again.
Glancing down at it, Cinder’s heart skipped a beat as she gingerly opened it with all the careful hesitancy of a bomb defusal. Because a covert glance showed that Sun was on his scroll, undeniably the source of what Cinder was about to see as she, with trembling hands, opened her scroll and…
And beheld the Motherlode.
Biting her lip, rubbing her thighs as she literally struggled not to cum as she beheld this bounty of post work out pics, shots of Sun posing, flexing, wearing next to nothing and- and- Oh fuck!
She… she hated him so much!
