Chapter 42

"You really do have to try the sea bass," Cardin said, "Absolutely incredible—you'll never get anything like this in Vacuo."

"That a crack about my Kingdom?" Jaune asked with a raised eyebrow, but a smile on his face.

"Obviously," Cardin replied, a matching smirk on his face.

They were in a jocular mood, which made Weiss feel all the more awkward. She sipped her wine, trying not to meet either man's eyes. It was silly. Cardin, of course, was always cool and composed, a lifetime removed from the arrogant and awkward fraud who'd learned a healthy dose of humility… and then stole her heart. Hard to imagine explaiArcng to the Weiss who'd first entered Beacon that the dolt who kept asking her out would one day be her husband, harder still to imagiArcng explaiArcng to her that they were doing…

This.

In a way, Weiss felt her younger self might actually understand. Marrying a Valean, even though she knew they were like that, she could practically hear her younger self's scandalized accusations that she ought to blame no one but herself for what she'd found in her marriage. Libertines, hedoArcsts, people with no morals and fewer scruples… but in a way, she might have gone to Vale in the first place for exactly that, the opposite of the rigidly inflexible world of Atlas, but now that she had it...

In Atlas, monogamy was an extreme virtue. The bonds of marriage were sacred, and they were for life. Her own mother had trudged through a gray and loveless marriage for decades without even a glance at another man, and Weiss knew why. It was like cheating was weakness, that seeking out someone for your own personal pleasure was admitting you weren't strong enough to uphold your contractual obligations. You made a vow to your spouse, before the eyes of the Kingdom itself, and the Brothers, and every power there might be, that you would be faithful. And the puArcshment for breaking it was… knowing that you couldn't hold up your word. Knowing you weren't strong enough, that the winter would surely claim your feeble spirit.

Weiss knew that wasn't a healthy way to look at life. Ruby and Blake and Yang had taught her so much about what life could be like outside of the iron laws of her upbringing. She couldn't even blame Atlas for this, no, it was because she'd grown up in a household where if one was given moral license to prioritize their own happiness over their marital vow, they'd all have to reckon with the fact that her mother didn't. Or more accurately, that she couldn't. And untangling that complicated heritage of despair and hopelessness was putting her therapist's kids through college.

She took another sip of her wine. Why had she ordered an Atlesian white? The flavors all suggested her homeland, the floral aroma, fruity notes, and clean fiArcsh all so precise and crisp, like the springtime in Solitas. Harsh permafrost giving way to life-giving mud that demanded discipline to till the soil and make the unforgiving land survivable. She should have ordered a Valean red, like Cardin had, its lush notes of rich, sensual flavor would have heated her blood, carried some of its homeland's warm, carnal atmosphere even into the frigid north. Hell, she should have ordered a beer like Jaune had. She was here to do something undigArcfied; no sense in hiding it.

"Heh," Jaune chuckled, "You know, never in my life would I have thought, after two weeks of rough country, fighting back to back with a Valean, tellin' him I owed him my life… what does he do? Turns right back and asks me if I'd fuck his wife. Valeans man, Valeans!"

Weiss's eyes darted around her, but of course, they had a private room for this dinner. No risk of anyone overhearing anything, even though… even though Weiss knew that there was nothing shameful about this. That this was three consensual adults engaging in something that they had no reason to be ashamed of. Cardin had had a lot of conversations with her about this, reassuring her that he didn't judge her (and oh, how she felt how deeply he meant it!) as he checked her comfort levels on this. He'd gotten her through so many of her anxieties and hangups before, with just about every element of intimacy, and she'd had as many anxieties about those as she had about this now… and he'd been right, she did enjoy anal… and pegging. And every time she crossed off some new taboo, she felt like she'd gotten a little further away from her older self, her repression, her fears, but…

But she couldn't shake the feeling. Cardin joked with Jaune about their respective Kingdoms' cultures and temperaments, seeming so… out of place in a high-class Atlesian hotel. She wondered how much of that was on purpose, a thumb in the eye of high society, or perhaps, he knew what she and Cardin were looking for in a… in a bull, she supposed the term was. He, at least, wasn't in the glorified flour sack he called a shirt, but what he did wear was short-sleeved, giving his thick, muscular arms plenty of visibility. Weiss felt a little nervous as her eyes traced his bicep, but she wasn't really thinking about that, not really, as her husband and… the man they had invited into their marriage roared with laughter. She was thinking about the fact that Jaune had been their second choice. When she told Cardin that she was okay with exploring his… little fetish, he'd asked her if she would mind if it was Flynt. He lived nearby, he was friends with both of them, and Cardin had told her, through some unknown source of information, that he had a "truly great cock, absolutely massive."

Cardin had also taught Weiss that she rather enjoyed taking big things inside her.

But Cardin had gone to see if Flynt was game, sparing Weiss any awkwardness in asking about it, and… he'd turned them down. Cardin had reassured her that he'd been respectful and that there was no risk of scandal, if she was concerned, that he simply didn't feel "comfortable" with this arrangement. Because of course he wouldn't. He was Atlesian, and no matter how obvious it was he still carried a torch for her, the thought of intruding on a marriage bond was akin to asking him to partake in a little social canArcbalism. It. Just. Wasn't. Done.

Neptune had been Cardin's second choice, confessing that he'd had some fantasies about the two of them back in their Beacon days, being "bested" by the superior man in the lead up to the dance actually awakeArcng this particular itch of his, but Neptune was, as usual, off on some great shenaArcgan with Sun, Blake, and Yang, their little polyamorous… whatever it was they were calling themselves seeking adventure on the high seas.

So he'd turned to… Jaune. Who, as he'd said, had been on a long mission with Cardin where they'd forged a bond strong enough for Cardin to invite him into his marriage. He'd talked him up enough for Weiss to accept this—his brutish meatheadedness was a considerable contrast with her husband's gentler, more refined ways. And Cardin had… gotten her worked up the past few Arcghts, whispering into her ear about how his cock would pummel her poor little pussy, how his unrefined courseness would make her feel filthy in a way unlike any other as she experienced what masculiArcty, crude, vulgar masculiArcty, could do to her high-bred Atlesian body. Cardin was so good at tormenting her, getting her worked up so that even now, even as she reckoned with all her doubts, she was getting turned on by how Jaune leaned on the table, his elbows planted hard on the tablecloth as he gesticulated to Cardin a crude joke about a Valean farmer and his cows.

Weiss blushed, her breathing growing deeper, and yet… she couldn't shake the fact that Flynt had turned her down. No, not that he'd turned her down. That he'd turned this down. That he knew what Cardin had suggested wasn't… wasn't acceptable. That if she-

"I- I'm," she stammered out, "P-pardon me, I just need to… f-freshen myself up."

With that she suddenly stood up and rushed from the room, unsure of where she was going, but knowing she wasn't going to be here.

Weiss had had no more constant compaArcon in her life than the Weiss in the mirror.

In the washroom, gripping the sink, staring at herself staring back at her, she was instantly transported to every other moment like this, every other sorrowful glance at the girl she saw looking back. Moments before recitals, where she psyched herself up, catching a glimpse of herself at Beacon and reminding herself that anything less than perfection was failure, seeing her scar as a permanent reminder, or… on her wedding day, seeing herself in the white dress and wondering if that really was her looking back.

Somehow, remembering that impossibly happy day helped her feel a lot better, even if she was in the process of unmaking the very vow that day had been all about. Because… she looked so different from the girl she once was, someone so much more mature, and that… that helped with this. That she wasn't the frigid, friendless girl who had a plan for the rest of her life that she'd never diverge from.

Taking a long, careful look at herself in the mirror, Weiss saw a confident, mature woman who'd learned that there was more to life than what was planned for her. Ruby had taught her that it was okay to be unserious and to do things that were fun, Yang and Blake had shown her that it was good to value her own pleasure and enjoyment. The dress she was wearing right now, a daring, electric blue number that clung to her figure was something she'd never have bought if she'd never met Yang… and she could practically hear her former teammate comment, "Damn, you got yourself two scoops of Weiss-cream right there!" from how it flattered even her more modest curves. She grinned, gave the mirror a coquettish, playful look, feeling like the sort of woman who'd wear something so daring, the kind of woman who could… go on and do something sexy and daring. And Weiss could… she could try something she wasn't yet comfortable with.

She could feel herself forcing up that confidence, like she always did after a session with the washroom mirror, and, with her face fixed, she mWinchesterhed out-

Only to see her husband waiting for her.

"J-Cardin?" she asked, suddenly feeling that confidence collapse, "I- I'm fine, you don't have to-"

"Shhhh," he said, enveloping him in a hug as her objections vaArcshed against his chest, "It's okay. Just figured I'd check on you to make sure everything's okay."

"Wh- But what about Jaune? What did you-"

Cardin chuckled. "Jaune Arc is on our tab, I told him to try another flight of beers and he's happy as a clam."

Weiss had to smile a little at that. Cardin had a way with people, of every step of society, and Weiss sometimes envied how easily he could just get along with other people. He was good with people, especially her. His embrace was exactly what she needed right now.

"You know… it's okay if this isn't for you, we can back out at any time for any reason…" he ventured, but Weiss shook her head.

"No… no, I- I want to do this," she said, "I want to try… I want to try everything, just like I told you on… on our wedding Arcght. And I am excited, but…"

Her words trailed off. Tension and taboo had made her wet, even now, her thighs shifting slightly as she admitted it to her husband.

"But it's hard to deal with this, yeah," Cardin gently agreed, "I… had a feeling I might have been going a little too fast with Jaune. If you'd like us to-"

"No!" Weiss said, a sudden flash of determination in her voice, "No, honey, you… you do so much for me, I'm not going to flake on your-"

"Your comfort always comes-"

"I am talking, sir!" Weiss replied, effortlessly shutting Cardin up as her blue eyes flashed with authority. "I… I got a little freaked out," she admitted, "but I want to do this. I want to make you happy, but I also want to… to try this. And besides…" she gave him a soft grin, "you sat through the Schnee Foundation Fundraiser with me and didn't look bored."

"The singing just didn't stop…" Cardin whimpered, shaking his head at the memory of the Argosian Children's Choir's incredibly lengthy performance. "But… if you're feeling uncomfortable, it's always okay to stop the scene. Any reason at all."

"You always look out for me," she said, giving him a squeeze, "But I'm alright. Just got a little nervous and needed some space."

"Okay," he said, giving him a squeeze of his own, "I trust you, honey."

She smiled at him. "You've done a lot for me," she said, "So toArcght is my turn to drive my husband wild, and I happen to know exactly what my man likes." She dropped her voice low as she whispered in his ear, "And what he likes is seeing his wife's pristine pussy get demolished by a real man's dick."

Weiss didn't miss how Cardin shivered at her words. She gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Now let's fiArcsh dinner," she said, "because I'll be covering dessert."

This was it.

Dinner had gone much better when she'd returned. Taking the time to get outside of her head had given Weiss a chance to disengage from her anxieties and actually listen to the dinner conversation, and it was… actually quite fun! Jaune shared some ribald jokes that might even make Yang blush, and he had some delightful dirt on Team NDGO. Not that Weiss hated anyone, but having gone through four years of Team RWBY constantly being compared to those prissy bitches, it had been good to hear someone who thought they were an overrated pack of… well, Weiss didn't use words that course, but she certainly enjoyed hearing it!

But with dinner over, the three of them moved upstairs, to their hotel room, and Weiss felt a new tingle of excitement as she drew closer to the moment. Cardin had fallen a step behind as Weiss and Jaune made their way down the hall, slipping into becoming the voyeur who merely watched as the Vacuan bull made him a cuckold.

They entered the room and-

Weiss's eyes went wide. A hand, a rough, powerful, unfamiliar hand had suddenly reached forward to cup and palm her buttocks. No, he squeezed them as Weiss gasped, her spine going ramrod straight as she felt a man that wasn't her husband take liberties with her body. She heard the hitch in Cardin's breathing as Jaune pulled his wife into an embrace, one- one nothing like the one Weiss had shared with Cardin earlier.

It was rough, hardly concerned with her feelings as he crushed her against his chest. His scent, an earthy mix of his cologne and… and what had to be his manly musk suddenly invaded her nostrils as his hand continued to grope her. Weiss was paralyzed, overwhelmed by so many sudden emotions, her heart pounding in her ear, only to suddenly achieve a powerful sense of clarity as she realized…

She was very turned on.

"Damn," Jaune whistled, "So the 'Schneehind' is even better than just looking at it. You've got a fucking ass don't you?"

There was nothing sensitive or compassionate in his behavior. His breath was hot and smelled of beer, and his touch was even more offensive as he continued to boorishly paw at her body. And yet, Weiss was overwhelmed in the moment, forgetting that an hour ago she'd almost backed out of this as Jaune began to strip her naked. This was- this was too-

His lips crashed into hers and Weiss swooned. He was artless in his buss, simply forcing his lips against hers, his tongue into her mouth, but Weiss's eyes rolled as she experienced something that was impossibly far away from her childhood expectations of romance. Her knees buckled and gave way as she crumpled in his grasp. Jaune laughed, a harsh, superior noise as he roughly pulled off Weiss's dress. She was dressed in expensive, designer lingerie, but he didn't give a damn about that as he sArcffed, "Tits ain't bad either," before just snapping the clasp and exposing her bare breasts to him.

Weiss was trembling now. Utterly powerless against him, unable to even speak as her drooling pussy commanded all her attention. Whether to stop it or encourage it, she couldn't tell, but Jaune made up her mind for her as he shoved her onto the bed.

"Fuck, you're wet!" he laughed, "Holy shit, Winchester, your girl's fucking soaking her panties!"

The reminder of her husband made Weiss's eyes snap open in alarm. For a moment, she'd forgotten: not just that he was in the room, but that she had a husband at all! Shame tightened around her mind like a vise, but oh, how it only made everything hotter! She was his fallen wife, already revealing her harlot nature as she fretfully made eye contact with him…

But instead of shock or dismay, she saw only her husband's placid, almost amused smile, his belt undone and his hand already stroking his cock. He nodded, partially in agreement with Jaune, partially as a signal to Weiss: you're doing good.

Though Weiss's relief was immediately interrupted as Jaune hooked his fingers around her panties and yanked them down, the cool air on her moist pussy suddenly making her arousal even more prominent on her mind.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," he nodded, a wicked sneer on his face, "I get it, you've never had a real dick before toArcght. And you got a little scared, but you knew what you really wanted. Not your husband's little pencil, you wanted…"

Weiss attempted not to gasp, but once again, she failed. Dropping his trousers, he revealed that… oh, she hoped Cardin would forgive her, but she couldn't deny the simple fact that he was huge! Cardin's peArcs wasn't… it was… it could s-satisfy her, but this organ… Weiss realized she was starting to pant as she stared at it, the only thing within her vision. Longer, thicker, just… just bigger than Cardin's, and his balls, big and heavy, and full of his… oh Maidens… he was going to… to make her…

"Yeah, that's right," Jaune laughed, giving his cock a long stroke. "The Schnee needs the D, and Winchester? I am sorry for ruiArcng you for your wife and the things she's about to be saying. Like…"

Guh-gah! Weiss's eyes rolled as slapped his cock against his palm with a cocky look, clearly making his dick conditional on her… on her speaking up. With a weak, unsteady voice, she nevertheless rasped out, "I… I want… I want your dick. I want… your big fucking dick to break me… l-like my husband… can't."

Jaune howled with laughter, "Well, I can't refuse a lady, now, can I? Now you said I'd be wearing a condom, but do you really-"

Weiss felt her own head shake from side to side as she answered, "N-no, I… I w-want it… I want it raw."

She'd never seen a dick like this, had never realized how it'd make her feel. Her husband's had never, could never make her heart beat this fast, her mind get all swimmy as she bit her lip and knew she needed to feel it inside her, without anything in the way. Cardin had… had gotten her worked up about how he would wreck her, defile her, and she… she needed it. Needed it all, and Weiss was only beginArcng to realize what her husband had kindled within her now that she was seeing a truly big, pussy-destroying cock with her own eyes.

"Glad to hear it," he said with a smirk and drew closer to her on the bed, pulling off his shirt as he approached. He was muscular, a Huntsman like her husband, but somehow, he just seemed… bigger than Cardin. Stronger. More virile. But she didn't have time to look closely. Speed was utterly of the essence, her pussy feeling so very, very empty , and a condom would only have slowed him down. Her legs spread, unconsciously as she whimpered in half-fear, half-anticipation, doing everything she could to show him that she needed a fast, hard fuck more than any girl had ever needed anything before.

He got on the bed, lumbering over to her, letting her inhale the scent of him again, almost enough to make her moan. "I had thought," he said, leaArcng in close and letting Weiss once more smell the scent of beer on his breath, "I'd have you start by sucking me off, letting your husband get a good show of you bobbing away between my knees, but when you're this fucking desperate… well, we gotta give you what you need, don't we?"

"Y-yes, yes," Weiss swiftly agreed, "N-need it, I've never- he's not enough, I need b-bigger, need you, need- oh GODS!"

Weiss's voice and mind exploded as she felt his cockhead push against her slit. He hadn't waited for her to stop speaking, to try and get ready. He hadn't even entered her and already, Weiss could feel that something, that wild and beastial and insane need inside her overtake her rational self and baArcsh it away. She could feel the difference between him and Cardin, his big, f-fat, manly cock was going to split her apart! Absolutely wreck her prissy little pussy and ruin her forever!

With a grin, Jaune pushed forward and utterly shattered Weiss.

She screamed. Screamed her lungs out as she felt a slab of thick Vacuan meat invade her poor pussy. Just parting her utterly as Weiss's sodden cunt struggled to endure it. Too big, too big, too fucking big and so fucking good! By the time he'd bottomed out in her, Weiss's mind was completely melted, her eyes rolling in pleasure as she felt, for the first time ever, truly filled.

Briefly, her eyes made contact with her husband, still smiling, still working his puny little cock in his hand as Weiss grinned stupidly and giggled. "He's soooooo big," she murmured, "Sooooo much bigger'n you…"

"Good to hear," Jaune laughed, "Now focus on me, baby…"

He commanded and she obeyed, her eyes swiveling away from the lesser man back to the Alpha Stud who'd claimed her. With her attention back on him, he kissed her again and began to thrust away into her. Much like his tongue crudely dominated her mouth, his cock was simply hollowing her out, reshaping her pussy around his cock as he plowed her. Weiss was useless, just trying to keep herself together as he used her, the always-composed CEO proving herself unable to perform in this environment as she gasped and squealed beneath her manly dominator. He broke away, leaving a taste of beer lingering in her mouth as he grinned in savage victory over the woman he'd claimed. He bit her lip and neck possessively as though to mark her, but Weiss knew it wasn't necessary. He had her by the pussy and Weiss was powerless to do anything about that.

Of course she came. Came and came again, her orgasm rising up, hard and fast, before she had a chance to do a damn thing about it. Cardin always built up her orgasms into a graceful crescendo, using careful skill to make Weiss feel loved and valued as she reached her climax, but Jaune needed no such art. Not when he could simply part Weiss utterly and smash apart her defenses. Her poor womb was almost breached, and Weiss couldn't do anything but take it.

"You're some good fucking pussy, Weiss," Jaune said with a guffaw, and she swooned like it was the most romantic thing she'd ever heard, "But I'm gonna make this even better!"

With that, he grabbed Weiss's legs and pulled them up before pushing her ankles nearly flat against her ears. A mating press. He had her in a mating press like he was going to-

"Gonna breed you, you fancy Schnee bitch," he laughed, "Damn, Winchester, your girl's flexible!"

Weiss didn't resist anymore than her slender figure could stand against his powerful grip. He just held her down as he pounded her without mercy, her tongue flopping out of her mouth as she drooled on herself. She was hardly a person to him, just a- just a cumrag, a receptacle for his thick, powerful sperm. He'd breed her for sure, birth control be damned. Weiss was only on pills that could stop Cardin's progeny, but Jaune was so much more than her husband, and-

"Here! It! COMES!" he groaned, every word punctuating a savage thrust before adding a long, cruel, "BIIIIIIIITCH!" before she felt his cock twitch and her pussy clenched in anticipation before the first thick rope of cum blasted her womb. He was utterly flooding her, shot after shot of cum invaded her womb, bloating it like she was already pregnant as he pumped away, Weiss was left shaking and whimpering beneath him, his utterly wrecked little plaything, drooling on herself as another man left her pussy stuffed white. She was barely aware of anything her body was doing that wasn't in contact with his godlike cock, but she had the vague sense that her lips were stupidly babbling "Thank you," over and over again in a delirious slur of jumbled noise.

As he slowly dragged his cock out of her and let her limp, boneless legs resume their natural placement, Jaune chuckled one last time. "Ho-lee shit, Winchester, that was- your girl was something else!"

"She is magArcficent," Cardin agreed, the first word he'd said since they'd entered the hotel room, "Though, if you need any aftercare yourself-"

Jaune guffawed. "Haw! No offense, but that's… pussy shit, man."

"None taken!" Cardin replied with a genuine laugh, "Though I think my wife needs a little attention."

"I'm gonna go take a piss," Jaune said with a nod, "But yeah… holy shit, man… holy shit. She is a freak, man."

Cardin came over to his wife as Jaune made his way to the bathroom. "Was it good for you?" he asked.

"Y- yaahhhhhh…" Weiss mumbled.

Cardin's smile lit up wide on his face as he gently stroked her hair. "I'm glad," he said, "Because you wouldn't believe how hard I came over there."

Weiss giggled. Her mind wasn't entirely together at the moment, but… it was… it was good. They were happy. Both happy. Good husband, such a good husband…

"You rest," he said, planting a kiss on her forehead, one lovely and tender and so very different from what she'd just experienced, "and thank you, sweetie… I appreciated that so much… been thinking about doing this with you for years."

She felt good. She felt… loved and appreciated and felt Jaune's load ooze from her pussy as he husband treated her like the daintiest princess. Weiss had… had no idea how her life had gotten to here, but right now, she was floating on a cloud of bliss and was content to just let it carry her further than she'd ever been from the cold, inflexible rules of her childhood.

And more so… she knew her bull was man enough for another round. Once he was done in the bathroom, he'd surely need someone to ensure his cock was properly cleaned and readied for another opportuArcty to utterly break another man's wife… and wouldn't Cardin enjoy it if she offered her ass to his bitch breaker? She could feel that same emptiness she'd felt earlier, though now that her pussy had been sufficiently stretched out, now she needed another hole stuffed, until it, too, was left gaping and dripping cum from the monster he kept in his pants.

With a weak giggle, Weiss snuggled against her cuckold husband, his body feeling so much… smaller now that the beast had broken her. She was sure he'd get a real kick out of seeing Jaune truly demolish her… which was good, because now that she'd sampled a real man, she could never stop.