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Jaune to Joan Chapter 20
🕑 Added 2022-05-06 01:21:15 +0000 UTCChapter 20
Cinder went through a lot that night. There was quite a bit of work to be done between Joan accusing her of liking torturing her, and Watts all but confirming it. She knew. She did not like it at all, but she knew Joan was the source of all her pent up frustration. It was just that up until then, she was capable of writing it off as normal frustration, and not want to hump someone’s face till they drown type of frustration. That thought did raise some horribly dirty ideas in Cinder’s mind, but she fought to resist them.
She resisted as long as she could, but Cinder’s dreams were filled with the dirtiest most sinful things. And the dreams were… some new kind of sublime. All of them involved Joan to some extent, most of which only allowed Cinder to see eyebrows, a forehead, and some beautiful blonde hair, but still, she knew who it was that plagued her dreams.
Some time, hours before she normally woke, Cinder was startled awake by nearly finishing in a dream. She tried to get herself the rest of the way, but for whatever reason, her body did not feel like cooperating. She knew what she needed to do to get it to do what she wanted. She knew, and for the first time, she decided to give in. That was the reason Cinder found herself in Joan’s room hours before her normal time, it was the reason she came to Joan’s bedside to see the mess of the woman who had only maybe an hour ago cum her poor brains out.
The sight infuriated Cinder and the grimm living inside her. Neither approved, neither allowed, neither would have given Joan permission to do such a thing. Joan was hers! Her possession, and she decided when the desperate whore got to release! Not her! Almost instantly, her fist was laced in Joan’s long beautiful hair. She held it and yanked the still blissed out whore up by the hair. “You hopeless whore.” The words tore through her throat and energy coursed through her body. Power and hunger flowed through her veins, and Cinder’s grip tightened enjoying it. She felt Joan’s scent filling her nose, but she didn’t remember pressing her nose to the whore’s neck, it just appeared there. “Could you truly not go a single day without your cage and not cum all over yourself, you disgusting slut?” She roared into Joan and the beautiful harlot moaned. She fucking moaned. The sound reverberated in Cinder’s ear and fed something deep inside her.
Desire demanded Cinder’s existence as more words spilled from her lips. “Fine! Ignore orders not to cum. You see what happens when disobey.” She pressed Joan down and felt her body naturally follow to press against the sultry flesh.
Again, Joan let loose a soft moan, and it broke Cinder completely. She lost and the grimm teamed with her desire to take control completely.
“Will give in!” She demanded and filled her lungs with Joan’s odor before tearing into what was her’s. Cinder marked the girl with a dominant bite and naturally, her body began humping the beautiful woman under her.
Cinder humped and fucked as her teeth drove into Joan. It felt so good, it was good, Joan moaned softly into the attention, and it fed into Cinder’s desire. She finally had what was hers, she finally was taking her Joan. Hers! All hers! Cinder delighted in it and so did her grimm.
Things progressed from there. Cinder felt her body grow heated as her arousal climbed and eventually crescendoed in fucking Joan’s hip. It felt so good, and as soon as she finished, Cinder’s head cleared, the grimm receded and she actually felt more control despite the buzz that accompanied her climax.
As Cinder came to, she realized what she had done, how roughly she had assaulted her captive and how furious she had been with Joan for touching herself. Joan looked rather worse for where, and Cinder almost felt guilty for assaulting her so hard- almost. The little whore had still broken the rules. What Cinder noticed next, was that she was not in pain. It didn’t last all too long, but for a while, the grimm stayed steady, it held back and didn’t even try to fight, to take back over. It was glorious.
Cinder ordered Watts hold Joan for some time and prepare her for an orchiectomy. She needed some time to observe herself and the progression of her grimm when Joan was no longer involved. Watts seemed oddly amenable- Cinder didn’t like that in the slightest. But, she was not in a place where she could fight help.
To her frustration, the grimm’s progression did not stop or slow down by much without Joan in the picture. If anything, it seemed to slow initially, but the longer she went without Joan, the faster it progressed again. Of course, Cinder was never to admit that she missed Joan and playing with her slutty toy. Of course not. That was a ridiculous ideation and whenever it popped up in her mind, Cinder dismissed it entirely.
What Cinder did not dismiss, was the benefits of self love. She tried many different ways, toys, positions, places, and had some varying levels of success. The greatest issue of it all was that she seemed to do the best and have the most success when imagining the good toy’s face planted between her thighs and teasing Joan’s small clit with her foot. It seemed like such a perfect thing, to be taunting the whore as she was pleased. Yes, that seemed to do rather well for Cinder.
The captor spent many a night screaming her captive’s name into a pillow, and it did a good bit to slow the grimm’s progression. It even ended up giving her a few spare moments to relax where the grimm was not eating at her. But, the returns seemed to be diminishing over time. As it trudged forward, and Cinder continued to ignore her growing longing for Joan, her efforts seemed to helpless and less. Each time, negative emotions seemed to creep back in all the easier as she longed for Joan.
She fought for as long as she could to assert to herself that she did not need Joan, but the truth grew painfully transparent. She dismissed it as simply needing to move her plan along already, to pry her answers from Joan, but some corner knew the truth no matter how far she buried it down.
It was harder than Cinder expected to stay away from Joan after her operation and while she healed. It was hard, but she managed to present herself with all of her traditional grace and elegance. It helped that when she returned at her normal time, Joan was quick to be obedient. She was unsure what happened or why, but she was not about to question it. Joan was so good, so obedient, and she adored seeing the girl be so good for her.
So so good… Cinder struggled to keep her mind out of the gutter as she caressed her obedient girl’s cheek. Joan was so cute, unsure if she could even sport an erection any longer. That would come soon enough, but not yet. Joan’s apologetic tone went quite a distance to satiate Cinder and her desire for dominance, but inevitably, the time came and she couldn’t resist taunting her sweet little thing.
She was soaked by the time she began toying with Joan’s plug. Her hand naturally gravitated to her slit, and before long she was delighting in the pleasures disciplining her slave yielded. Joan’s small little cries were perfect. Somehow everything was all the more perfect every time Cinder spotted the scar of her bite on Joan’s neck. Good, good, so good, the whore would know who she belonged to, and if she ever forgot she could just look in a mirror. It was absolutely perfect.
Cinder had initially planned only to edge Joan, but something seemed to get away from her. It was her own orgasm. That was what got away from her. Cinder was too delighted in pushing her body just that little bit further and indulging in a second climax that she pushed Joan past her breaking point and into quite the beautiful ruin. Cinder thought she would be mad that she had slipped, but the way her toy slumped down to the ground, all broken and exhausting… it was almost hard for her not to indulge in a third climax just because she could. But, she needed to keep up Joan’s discipline, so she did not touch herself any further. Instead, Cinder gave Joan her reward for being good and fighting to hold it back as long as she could. Cinder patted Joan’s head and soothed her off to sleep.
Cinder had no excuse, no explanation as to why, but for whatever reason, she ended up lifting Joan’s head to place a pillow under it after the woman passed out. She even draped a blanket over the poor dumb thing. She didn’t care to explore what possessed her to do such a thing, but she did. She did, and it was done, and there was no changing that. It wasn’t like she could just take the pillow and blanket back. No, her poor girl needed the rest, so she allowed Joan to sleep.
End of Chapter 20
