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House-hunting wasn’t something that would be done so quickly, Jaune surmised, as he looked at the large space that had been reserved for the auction, the house broker having been adamant that he’d attend this, since a few lots were going for cheap rates, though he would have to go and be in debt for a bit, the morning still early, as the people milled about, someone getting up on a podium, someone carrying a large placard with the image of a house on it. 

“Ladies and gentlemen! Lot number one! A nice home for a starting family, with a price tag in the affordable rate!”

He didn’t like how it looked, and the bidding took off, way over budget, Jaune seeing several of the people leave, the moment the bidding got higher than a lot of people seemed to be able to afford. 

More lots came, and Jaune wasn’t certain that it would be affordable enough, a loft apartment in the bad part of the neighboring city, a large detached house next to a chemical plant that had apparently had ‘no accidents in the last fifty days’, and then, the mystery lots. 

“Number twelve, sold to the gentleman on the left! And for our final lot, number thirteen… Ah, there’s just four people left.”

Jaune glanced at the people, someone looking like they were on some sort of medication, twitching and bouncing back and forth, a woman that looked frumpy and ill-cleaned, smelling of cat pee and more, and a couple that looked like they came from San Francisco, the weird smell of blood and ashes hanging around them, as if they regularly sacrificed kids to Satan…

“Number thirteen, starting at a price of a hundred thousand! Any bidders for lot number thirteen?”

He should get this. Something told him that he should bid for it.

“I’ll take it!”

It had been something that had been an impulse buy. A big impulse buy, Jaune Arc figured, as he looked at the large house that he had managed to obtain at the bargain auction. It hadn’t even been listed as he’d just come to the auction on a lark, the plot listed as ‘mystery lot’ and the bidding had been quick, with only a few dopey-looking people in attendance.  

‘I can’t believe how cheap it was.’  

A lot of land, a lake that came included with it, there was even an island on the lake, and the whole victorian gothic decor that reminded him of something out of the Addooms Family, the inspection of the house having gone well enough, with one of his sisters’ ex-boyfriends, the guy being pleasant enough, yet still moping about how his sister had cruelly dumped him. Finding out that the guy had been cheating on her had just made things even more awkward after she’d come to see what had been done, and then the argument that ensued…

‘Not a good thing…’  

He knew that his sisters were just raring to go and come to visit, after he’d done some of the home improvements, knowing that there would be a lot of work yet to do.

The neighbors seemed to treat him with a bit of hesitation, closing their doors when he’d come to introduce himself, the large mansion looking like it had a storied history, but the grocery store’s owner looked like she was going to faint when he introduced himself as the new owner of the ‘big house down the lane’, a hushed little whisper and then some crucifix being thrust at him for his own protection. 

‘It’s not that they don’t want to sell me food and such, that’s still good… even if the budget is mostly cup noodles and really discounted veggies.’  

He knew pretty well that the loan that he’d taken out from the bank wasn’t too high, but he was a young man of only twenty-three, someone that had some experience in life, but not too much, not even having gotten a girlfriend that would be at his side, though he’d never really pressed on that landmine yet. 

Entering his new home, he hung his jacket on the peg, letting it all sink in. An ancient-looking set of stairs, both curling around the walls and then upwards to the second floor, candelabras that had been stylized into skulls, obviously fake, the candles that had been put there no doubt having been there since the previous owners had left, the electrical lighting working, as he flicked the switch and the lamp in the centre of the massive entrance hall flickered on, the sputtering light telling Jaune that it might be in need of some replacement, as he wondered about the wiring in the house.

‘Maybe I just need to go and have a good cleanse of the house first…’  

There had been seven bedrooms, three lounges and a few downstairs bathrooms, with a cellar door that had been bolted shut, probably the place for where the vegetables and the wine was… if there was a wine cellar, of course. 

He grabbed the vacuum and then hooked it up to one of the wall sockets, getting himself cleaning whilst he had the time, knowing that there was a lot of dust and weird red splotches that looked like dried blood on the walls and the floors of the lounge, the old furniture looking rotten and decrepit-looking, as if someone hadn’t been there for a while. 

‘Maybe I just need to go and have a bit of time to myself…’  

He could inspect the boathouse in the afternoon, after he’d cleaned up a little, the furniture pushed aside, as the space was wonderful, the vacuum cleaner’s bag replaced twice, and the large heap of dust, leftover brown grime and such collected in the corner of the room where he could easily put it into trash bins and then work it into the dumpster that was reserved for his home. It was a big home, but he wouldn’t have to worry about bringing home guests… It could suit a large amount of visitors, if the whole nine bedrooms that he’d spotted were a thing… and an attic that had been locked at the first visit. 

‘Maybe there’s just something about this whole place…’

Spooky, but not too spooky, kind of homely. 

The large statue of the woman in the entry hall was definitely a nice touch, with breasts that looked very full and firm, a dress of sorts that seemed to go and cling to her frame, hair done up in a honeycomb-like manner, bun included…

‘Beautiful artwork, and there was some Latin inscription there as well…’

Whoever had made a reference to Salem, definitely had invoked the ‘hot witch queen’ look about it, he had to admit that it looked really good, if the model that had posed for it was still around, he’d have invited her over to go and witness the grandiosity of the sight of the statue, truly carved by the hands of some master. 

‘I wish I could just dress her up a bit more, maybe a nice golden crown on her head or something, it looks more like a castle than a mansion, but maybe that’s just me.’  

She looked damn fine to him, and he supposed that they’d give the statue some sort of new designation as ‘the ancient queen of sexy babes’, like his sister might title her. It wasn’t really a thing that he was into, but Saphron had done that whole lesbian art class or something. 

She knew how to spruce things up in the house, her girlfriend often said that she was the creative force behind things, and Jaune didn’t deny that. 

There would be a nice home for him and his eventual family to be made here, as he knew that it would be just a matter of time before he’d have a big family of his own, a bunch of kids, a lot of lawn to mow, and… definitely going to think about hiring a gardener or something, because he might’ve bought a massive project for his future days… and that wasn’t even counting work. 

Working as a software engineer wasn’t something that was unpaid labor, but making the big bucks still cost time, even if he was the type who liked to work with code from home.

‘Aww mannnn…’  

He walked down the large staircase thirty minutes later, pushing open the door which led to the large back garden, overwrought fencing with tendrils of creeping vines and greenery, the warmth of the day feeling almost chilly, as Jaune looked out over the path towards the boathouse, knowing that at least one room of the house was clean enough for him, knowing that it would be just another burden on his financials if he was to invest in some housekeeper or something. 

‘It’s a good place to live in, but there might need to be some extra work done.’  

He didn’t think too hard about it, making his way over the cobblestone path, the green weeds poking through the rounded rocks that had been placed there since what seemed to be ages ago, the warm burst of sunlight slowly fading into something chilly, as he approached the boathouse, opening the worn and weathered door, the sight of an old and decrepit pier looking like it would be yet another expenditure, a wooden rowboat laid there on the side, Jaune wondering whether it would still be able to go onto the lake.

‘If it sinks, well… I tried.’  

He was a good swimmer, at least, as he made his way through the boathouse, feeling the faint bristling of the hairs on the back of his neck, before a sweet, elegant voice came from somewhere, singing a song that he didn’t really know, something with high notes and low notes, a cadence that made everything seem almost meaningless, as he took a deep breath, wanting to know what kind of voice could make such a sweet song. 

‘Maybe it’s just something that’s a radio, broadcasting some young starlet’s song or something…’  

He pushed the rowboat into the waters, the boat bouncing a little within the waters, bobbing with the sway, getting the oars into the water as well, as he started to row out towards the direction of the sound, a sweet little dirge being performed, something that sounded like some sort of sensual throaty purr mingled with an angelic voice performing the song, dulcet tones that strung together a melody that barely made his mind flicker to the times when things had been rough, when there had been no time for him to even get some rest with the people in the house.

Seven sisters, six of whom still lived at home, had been a burden, and this angelic pure voice spoke with words and sounds, voice almost like a chanson that would make the world lighter, moving with slow strokes towards the island, seeing the water suddenly turning to ice, the temperature lowering, Jaune wondering why that was, as he saw the snowflakes slowly twirling down, a lone figure sitting upon a rock that looked like it had been carved out into the shape of a chair, or a throne, snow-pale hair and skin that was as white as fresh-fallen snowflakes, pale hands running through her hair as she seemed to take a breath, another burst of songbird-like song coming from her lips, as Jaune watched her, the boat bumping into the ice, Jaune jolting a little. 

‘It’s so damn cold…’  

He didn’t think that it was because of the weather, but he was transfixed by the beautiful young woman that had sat on the rock, singing such an alluring song, his gaze following the hands, as he noticed her dress, scaled parts making up a shimmering blue-green covering, as she seemed to barely pay it any mind as to the wind tousling her long hair. 

He stepped onto the ice, the warmth of the land gone, his gaze drawn to the sight of the house, a little further than he’d have thought, as he felt the warmth leave his body, as he could feel the chill biting into his skin, his eyes finding the woman, girl, maybe something in-between, pale skin shimmering, the glistening scale-dress that she wore acting almost like it were painted on her flesh, as she stopped her song when he stood on the land, snow crunching below his feet, his gaze meeting sharp blue eyes. 

“Who be-eth thou? Thou art not of mine ilk, kin or mine kithe..”

Haughty, arrogant words, caught with the delicate tone of something that was almost too precious, voice tingling with that sweet succor of something illicit, as her face seemed to heat up, and he shuddered. 

He was only wearing his shirt, after all, the cold was getting to him. 

‘I eh… bought the house, ma’am. You’re eh… You were singing.”

A small coquettish laugh, coming from her lips, as she brushed over the scale-dress, her legs crossing, for a moment imagining that it was something different, as the scales seemed to twist and warp. 

“As said the sailor to the siren, how pretty dost thee sing… thank you for the compliment, good sire. I busy myself with a song, once every day, upon the morrow and upon the eve. You may listen, shouldst thou wish.”

He sat down on the rock, watching how her chest swelled with air, and another burst of delicate, husky tones came, her voice a mimicry of a woman of older years, her eyes closed, as the frost continued to bite at him, the womanly shape of hers petite, breasts humble, he could tell. 

“Art thou living still, gentle-sire?”

He was definitely alive, even if he was cold as hell, the weather not warming up at all, snowflakes drifting down from suddenly-overcast skies. He had thought that it was a sunny day, but it seemed to be closer to winter than to spring, even if it was around July…

‘Snow in July, who’d have thought that would happen?’  

The water of the lake must be so cold that it would freeze, he’d heard about that, maybe underwater ice or something, he wasn’t a geologist or whatever that was. 

“I am quite alive, eh… What’s your name, pretty lady?”

She gave a mild nod of her head. 

“The Edelweiss of the Schnee.”

There was a pause, before she corrected herself. 

“Weiss. If thou must call me anything, good sire.”

That was a pretty name, he guessed she was foreign. 

“Jaune, eh, Arc. Jaune Arc. Pleasure to meet you, my eh… lady?”

She covered her lips, a light giggle dancing with the trills of a songstress, as her eyes looked him over. 

“Thou art resilient. Others would have thrown themselves within the abyss at the merest mention of mine name, or the accompaniment of mine dirge.”

That sounded like something that would be a problem, as he smiled. 

“Well, you’ve got a good voice, Weiss. You sing here often?”

She turned from him, hand brushing through her long hair, the snow-white strands brushed back, as her cheeks colored a little. 

“At times, good sir. Mine dirge is as the frosts of snow, as thee shouldst knoweth. Tis unfair for thee to stick within mine presence, for thou art unused to this frost.”

He didn’t think that it was all that chilly, as he shifted a little on the rock, the cold not bothering him as much, as he brushed off some of the snow, feeling the snowflakes drift down, as he looked concernedly at his new… neighbor? Something could be said about her becoming a neighbor, he guessed.

“With such a pretty lady like you, even the cold feels like it’s just a little passing wind, you know?”

He wasn’t suave, or practised in the art of charming women, but his voice was strong, as he looked at the softening look in those sharp blue eyes, as she seemed to brush her hand through her hair a few times, as if combing it, another burst of song coming out, sweet words that seemed to carry within the zest of life, vitality and more, and he didn’t know why he felt entranced, as he watched her, listening to her sing such sweet words, making soft little groans when she hit some notes, making his whole body shiver, the cold making puffs of hot breath come from his mouth, as her gaze turned back to him, her throat ceasing its dirgeful song, as she looked at him. 

“Dost thou feel the breath of life, good sire? Dost thou not freeze to this here rock?”

Jaune was frozen, more so in the manner of gazing at her beauty, as she seemed to contemplate it for a moment, before she leaned close. 

She was cold to the touch, like some sort of fish that had been floating in frozen waters, her hand brushing over his shirt, and her breath cool, nothing hot luke his, as she leaned against him, her head tilting up, lips parted, cherry-redness to them, as she gasped softly. 

“Good sire…”

He didn’t know who kissed who first, but his tongue slid into her mouth, domineering hers, letting her feel his sudden passion, as she pushed her tongue back against his, mouth not resisting, as he kissed her harder, her hair as cold as ice, as her fingers brushed over his side, her mouth continuing to kiss, tongue wrestling with her own, as her hand slid down, gripping his crotch, breaking the kiss. 

“Thou must not. Ruin will come to thine home, shouldst thou… Ah…”

A cold, slimy hand slipped over his cock, as his pants had been pulled open and he felt the heat of his cock be at contrast with the chill of her hand, a low groaning coming from his lips, knowing that this strange woman with her beautiful voice was someone that was now jerking him off, his eyes glancing down at her hand jerking his cock, petite, pale fingers wrapping around his cock, a low groan from his mouth once more illuminating her, as she could tell that he felt good, his manhood throbbing already, as pre-cum dripped from the head. 

“Thou art aroused, good sire. I am… Thou art…”

Her hand didn’t stop, she continued on, her mouth making gasping, panting sounds, indecent and sensual, as she leaned close, her mouth pressing another soft kiss against his cheek, against his neck, the feeling of scales of some sort rubbing against him, his whole body shivering a bit with that cold pervading his skin, letting out a soft little whisper, as his fingers groped over the scaled dress, the dress feeling very skin-tight, as she groaned. 

“Thou art so heated, good sire. Thou art swollen… swollen with need.”

Her pale hair brushed against his skin, a soft, warmed breath, trembling from her lips, her whole flesh cold to the touch as he leaned forward, kissing her,a  trill of something amused, something sweet, something that yearned and craved, her voice like the call of some siren of the depths, as her hand sped up, his head turning to glance at his engorged cock, the swollen shaft standing at attention, her hand jerking and pushing him to the edge of his reason, as pre-seed splattered onto her pale hand. 

“Sire, I am sensing thou art to seed… seed thy siren, if thou must. Thou must… hah.”

His hand reached her groin and he dove a finger experimentally into her, letting her moan loudly, the sweet waif giving only a burning heated whimper, as she leaned closer, bucking against his finger as he poked into her slimy, cool depths. 

“Thou art in need, thou art- thou must not, good sire. Hah, I am but a- ah… hah.”

He felt the orgasm come, as seed rose in thick jets from his turgid shaft, Weiss’ hand moving faster, streams of white shooting into the air, as the seed splattered against the stone, Jaune groaning at the heat that flowed down his groin, as bursts of seed covered her dainty hand, as her fingers spread, pulling from his manhood, as she clenched around his finger. 

“Thy essence, fair good sire, thy essence is upon mine hand. Thou shouldst not waste thy essence upon one mere minstrel, a songstress of some meagre skill.”

She acted coy, Jaune could tell, as her fingers rose to her lips and she licked the seed off, tongue flicking almost like that of a serpent or something, as she looked at him, before her other hand pressed against his chest and he was forced flat, the faint snowfall having stopped, as she straddled him. 

“Mine loins are aflame, my loins are aflame, good sire, thou wilt not disappoint thine siren, doth thee?”

There was only something airy that seemed to flicker through her voice, as her pale hair seemed to flicker, ethereal strands touching his face as she leaned close once more, and then kissed him, a french kiss that lasted for almost an age as she kissed him, the hot warmth of his cock contrasting with that cool chill of her pussy as she slid herself down on his manhood, a soft little whimper from her lips louder than before, as she seemed to curl onto his cock, the warmth of his body contrasting with that chill of hers, as he lightly tried to tug the dress down, to reveal the breasts that had been waiting for someone to give them some attention, but the scaled dress did not come off, her voice like a trill, as she broke the kiss and threw her head back in pleasure, shuddering with the desire, as she raised her hips before slamming them down on his cock again, a groan from his lips as she did so with force, the scales rubbing against him, a soft little groan from his lips when she brushed against him, her voice starting to rise, as she burst into song. 

A musical tone from her lips, a trill that was like a bird and a woman, something that seemed to suck the air out of his lungs, as he felt himself burst free, her loud ‘ARGH!’ like a siren’s call, or perhaps something that only draw him in further, his hips smacking against hers, her face bumping against his own, as he jolted her, her body like a lure that had been hung out for him to follow, another belt of some sort of strange song, as he could feel warmth brush over him, like a hot, scalding breeze, noticing that it was raining now, that the woman, Weiss , on his cock was starting to gyrate her hips. 

“Thine seed shall burst, good sire. Thine seed shall burst, within mine cove. Mine cove, mine cove, my liege, mine- Oh!”

Another shriek,as he pulled her in for a kiss. Whatever had inspired him to kiss her, to do this with her, it wasn’t letting him go, cock inside her hot and clenched on by that eager, sweet body of hers, trembling and moaning, louder sounds of pleasure coming from her lips, as she sounded like she was going to go and cum again, her body shivering as he felt his seed come. 

She moaned into his mouth, as she pulled herself off him, kiss broken, Jaune catching sight of glistening scales, pinkish red liquid dripping down her thighs. 

“Thine seed must be spilled elsewhere, good sire. Thou must not-”

He got up, grabbing her arm. It was a possessive, manly urge inside him, as he pulled her up, spearing her on his cock, a shrill little shriek, as thunder boomed above their heads, before the rain started to bust down onto them, his shirt soaked as her head moved. 

“Thy must not spill thine seed within, thy mustn’t, I am- oh thee art-”

She shook, as he buried his cock deep inside her, her mouth giving a shrieking gasp, before there was silence, as he inhaled the smell of the fresh-falling rain, the brief quiver of her lips, as she seemed to sag against him, her arms wrapped around him, as her face looked almost lost. 

“Thou art… a dolt. A jester, good sire, a… a dolt.”

There wasn’t a moment for him to go and let this all stop, as he kissed her, her mouth not stopping him, as she moved slowly, hips pushing back against him, as small hands pushed against his chest, a moody, pouty expression on her face, as he slid out of her, her body sliding down his body, scales rustling, as her mouth opened, her tongue sliding out, wrapping around his cock, longer than it would normally be, the rain still coming down on them, Jaune noticing that the boat seemed to be drifting away from the thawed ice, the tongue sliding around his cock, as she looked up at him, his hands gripping her pale hair, her head moving with bobs, twists and turns, groaning loudly at her as he felt the pleasure shoot through his lower body, trembling with the stress of remaining standing, as if the life had been oozing out of him, the drops of seed that dripped down onto the rock washing away, as she continued to work on his manhood. 

Slow licks and twists of that long tongue, as she pulled her head away, looking at him, presenting her mouth, a small lake of white milky seed within her mouth, tongue having obviously pulled out more of his seed, before she swallowed, her smile mysterious, before she rose. 

The scale dress didn’t look so much like a dress anymore, as something serpentine, avian and otherworldly flickered, before her mouth opened again and a burst of song started, Jaune feeling his head spinning, as he fought to keep awake.

“Good sire, rest.”

There was nothing that he could do to keep himself awake, and he felt himself slumping down onto the rock. 

He was out like a light. 

Jaune’s eyes opened when the sound of birdsong came from around, his gaze coming to rest on the lake, the water dark and ominous, as the sunlight beamed down on him, the oars of the rowboat poking up from the craft, and he groaned, feeling an awkward little pain in his lower back. 

‘I think I… I think I made it to the island?’

He remembered getting into the boathouse, getting the boat out, and then… something

‘Maybe I just wanted to see whether the boat still worked…’  

He remembered faintly that it had been snowing, snow-white hair and blue eyes, the smell of fresh spring, and then nothingness, feeling a little numb, but there was no sign of it having rained, or any signs of there having been any snow.

‘I must’ve gotten here and then laid down for a little rest…’  

His arms felt like they were sore and heavy, definitely because he’d had a long time in actually getting to the island, getting up and noticing that the sun was sinking into the horizon, groaning. 

“I’d better get back home and get the kitchen working…”

There hadn’t even been a refrigerator, so he had to work with a loaf of bread, a box to keep the bread in and some margarine and ham from the supermarket, trying to keep himself optimistic about his chances of making it back to his home. 

‘Home sweet home…’  

There was something idyllic about his new home, as he got into the rowboat and rowed back to the boathouse, mooring the rowboat at the pier, getting up the creaky ladder, making some progress towards the path, noticing that it definitely needed some work on improving the cobbled stones which made up the path, his mind already going to how much that would cost … but he hadn’t fully checked out the entirety of the gardens yet, the boathouse only the building on the side of the house, the whole backyard looking like it had its own charm… at least, from the window-wide view that he’d had. 

‘Woah…’  

“Holy shit…”

A very overgrown, very meticulously planted rose-maze seemed to have been planted there, unlisted on what had been the deed to the place, Jaune staring at the mass of overgrown rose bushes from his position at the side of the house, a large watering hose already half-unfurled, left there by the previous occupant, no doubt about its intended purpose, the plastic-rubber that it was made up from looking faded and weather-worn, without any sign of it being any more usable…

But Jaune followed along and found the tap, knowing that he’d better roll the whole hose up again, pulling it back and rolling it into a coil, as he hung it over the weathered bronzed watertap, Jaune not testing the water yet, since that would be for tomorrow, or some day afterwards. 

“A whole lot of work…”

He rubbed over his groin, very aware that it was definitely going to be sore, his arms aching, as he found the back door, the smell of musty air coming to his nostrils. 

 “Well, I need to air the house out a bit, run a fresh breeze through the whole place… and then call in reinforcements.”

Several of his sisters were unemployed and ‘lazing about the house’, according to his mother, so they would no doubt want to make the place a little bit cleaner, or so Jaune hoped. 

Otherwise, he was quite boned. 

“Hmm… Do I call it a mansion or just a castle? It does look like a castle, but it doesn’t really have walls high enough…”

A mansion would work, Jaune supposed, with how cool the whole place looked, and there was a lake. Guaranteed times for his sisters to come around and try to work on their tan, far away from the prying eyes of people that would want to ogle his sisters… and Jaune hoped that he wouldn’t be the one making lemonade and serving his sisters, like usually happened. 

He was the owner of the place, he wouldn’t be a servant to his own sisters, right?

Little did he know that there would be scarce time for him to reflect, as he realized that there was no bed available for him yet…

“Time to get the sleeping bag…”

The first night would be the first of his nights in this old house. 

‘I guess I got lucky.’  

In more ways than one. 

This was commissioned work.

Chapter Text

This is commissioned work.

Jaune’s eyes fell upon the stacks of canned tomato cans, the shopping cart that he had filled up already making him wonder whether a supermarket could even be sustained with this amount of bulk purchasing, grabbing a few of the cans of tomatoes from the stack, another customer pulling up in his cart, the man wearing a jacket and a pair of green-rimmed glasses, the man grabbing a can of tomatoes and putting it in his cart. 

“New to the area, young man?”

Pale greyish hair and greenish eyes, the man sounded like he was someone in a position of authority, Jaune giving a smile. 

“Yeah, I bought the house on the hill, the really big one. With the lake.”

The man’s eyes seemed to narrow suspiciously, as Jaune could tell that there was something that seemed to be off. 

“Ahh, the old house. The last occupants died, unexpectedly. My name is Oberon Ozpin. It's a pleasure to meet you, young man.”

Jaune smiled broadly, giving a firm handshake, the man’s fingers leaving his hands feeling tingly, answering him in kind. 

“Jaune Arc, eh, I do software stuff, PC and such. You’ve got a beautiful place here, the town’s pretty.”

The man smiled, kindly. 

“Mister Orc, no, Arc, right? Are you French?”

He groaned a little, knowing that a lot of people often mistook it for that. 

“France has no claim on me… But my father used to go there, so he named me that, so… yeah. John and Jaune, dad and son, blessed with the wonderful naming sense that always makes people smile… My oldest sister’s name is Jeanne, if you must know.”

The man smiled, tapping the cane lightly on the ground, as Jaune scratched the back of his head. 

“Ah, Mister Oberon? Oberin? Is Ozpin your surname or is it- Sorry, I’m not sure whether that’s the proper thing, eh, that sounds Irish.”

The man smiled, clearly used to the confusion, Jaune watching the man for any reactions, as the man seemed to smoothen out his jacket a little, a kindly smile on his face. 

“It actually is, the grand fae Oberon and his wife Titania, as in the Shakespeare play. You are pretty learned, Mister Arc.”

He just knew a few things from playing video games, he wasn’t some sort of person who would be able to go to plays without falling asleep, there’d been a raid boss called Oberon with lucky charms and red hair and a big Irish green clover.

That had been a wacky boss. 

“Well, there was this game that had a boss called Oberon, the queen demanded that he be slain in order to get a special item… so I remember it, it was for St. Patrick’s Day.” 

The man laughed, shaking his head. 

“Well, I may be a teacher, but I do dabble in the gaming scene from time to time… on the chess board, Mister Arc. Are you any good at Chess?”

Jaune shook his head at the thought of playing that old game. It had been the game of kings, or so his mom and dad had told him, but the game was just confusing. Coding was much easier, since it didn’t rely on variables, so he’d have to go and tell the man the truth. 

“Not at all, but I guess that’s just my age. We’re more about technology, you know?”

The man laughed at that, as Jaune shifted a bit, the man going and reaching for another can of canned peaches, adding them to the tomatoes in the cart. 

“I’d imagine so… Well, I hope you’ll like it here, there are tales in the local area about the home being haunted by the spirits of the demons that once followed a local witch… But I don’t presume you to be into some sort of witchcraft, Mister Arc.”

Jaune laughed. 

“I’ve got enough witchcraft with a hammer and tools, sir. I’m looking to clean out the whole attic, I’ve got plenty of old furniture to worry about when I’ve got the vacuum cleaner properly moving. We’re going to have to rewire a lot of the internal workings of the place, so it’ll be enough for me to busy myself with for weeks, whilst doing my work.”

Jaune had to go and get a satellite receiver for the wifi, since that would impact his working life, knowing that the internet connection was what kept his remote job remote. 

“Good luck with that. Would you like a hand with that? I am willing to help out a fellow resident of the area, school doesn’t start for a few weeks yet, so I’m not against helping a friendly young man.”

‘That’d help a lot.’  

Not that it would be much work for a man like Oberon, but the assistance that he could get from the man would at least help with getting things clean. 

“You’re welcome to come and lend a hand, I’ll eh… Yeah, I’m here to get food, so I’ll bring a cake or something for you to eat with some coffee. You eh… drink coffee, right? I don’t want to assume.”

The man smiled, lightly pushing his green glasses up his nose a little, eyes twinkling like stars. 

“Oh, I prefer tea, but a cup of coffee isn’t too bad. As long as you keep yourself in a good mood, work is easier. I work as a principal for the local school, so I am quite free during the times when there is a holiday on.”

‘That tracks.’  

He didn’t know yet what he’d do, but Mister Ozpin seemed to be a nice sort. 

Jaune put the third shopping bag full of food down on the kitchen counter, the bottles of soda and fresh coffee beans for the coffee maker within, as he went to put the food in the ancient-looking fridge, popping and sparking a little when he opened the door, one of those things that had to be replaced, the smell of the ancient dust that had been trapped within making him wonder whether there was more to do with the electrical wiring, carrying the big bags, hearing the faint rap of something against the back kitchen door. 

‘I wonder what that is? I don’t think I expect visitors just yet…’  

He had cleaning to do, and Mister Ozpin said that he’d be around in the afternoon, since it was nearly twelve on the clock that he’d hung up three hours earlier, it wasn’t time for that yet. 

He opened the door and found himself looking at a large yellow-furred dog, a strange pattern on its side, as he wondered about why there’d be a burning heart or something etched onto the fur, the black-and-yellow pattern reminding him of a bumblebee, but the dog barked at him. 

“Hey there, buddy! You’re here to greet me, aren’t you?”

He wasn’t sure whether he’d even get a pet at this rate, but the dog barked again, bumping its head against his side, and he wondered whether it would stick around, barking at him and wagging its tail. 

“Aww, you’re no doubt hungry… I don’t have any treats, though. No treats for you.”

Jaune had a bit of jerky in his shopping bags, but he wasn’t sure whether dogs were allowed to eat that. He didn’t want to kill a nice and friendly dog, as it barked and wagged its tail again. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got to put these groceries away, you can just go and wait for me, Fido.”

The thought of having a dog wasn’t too bad, but he wondered whether it would be different than having a girlfriend or something. He remembered that weird dream at the island in the lake, guessing that it might’ve just been loneliness, another bark coming from the dog, as it seemed to think that he was being funny or something, pawing at his chest as it barked, jumping up against him. 

“Easy, easy… I’ll get you a slice of ham or something.”

He only had bacon, but the feeling of being given the attention of a pet was nice, Jaune thought, getting the packaged bacon out, before he pulled out a knife and cut a nice slice for the dog, the barking getting louder. 

“Easy, easy… here you go, Fido.”

A dog was nice and friendly, cats were apparently bossy, according to his sisters, who had decided to each get one. Dogs weren’t something that was well-liked in the Arc home, and he didn’t think about it too much, as he felt the warm fur brush against himn, holding the piece of bacon out for the dog to take, the snatch quick, and the dog seemed to really like it. 

‘Well, I can spare a slice of bacon here or there…’  

He was pretty sure that it would be a good thing to keep a dog company, even if he didn’t have like, dog biscuits. 

“You’re a hungry boy, aren’t you?”

The dog gave him a look and then lifted its left hind leg, showing him that something important was quite missing. 

“Oh, girl. Yeah, it’s just me, Jaune Arc, getting all the non-human ladies to my bachelor pad.”

The bark that he got from the dog was a confirmation of that little factoid, giving a small smirk and ruffling the dog’s head a little. 

“Just me, and now you, little one. You think you’ve got enough?”

There was a bark from the dog, as it padded over to the door, Jaune feeling like some sort of doorkeeper, opening it up to let the dog out. 

‘Poochie isn’t going to be a good name for her…’  

He didn’t know anything about owning a pet, but he would try to learn, knowing that dogs could be the most loyal of people, and they would-

A breeze rustled his hair and he closed the door quickly, realizing that he’d stopped himself from closing the door, dragged by the thought, the groceries still on the kitchen counter, the old pots and pans in the cupboard looking like they had been there for a decade… or three. 

‘Need to get some new ones… but they should be good. Ceramic pots and such are pretty good for cooking, Mom said…’  

Not that it would be wrong to go for a stainless steel type of thing once or twice in your lifetime, of course, Jaune knowing the superstore that was in the town over would be selling them. 

“Well, hello there, handsome… You’ve come to live here, haven’t you?”

Jaune turned around, spotting a vision of-

‘Oh god, are those real?’  

Pale skin, red-purple eyes and what Jaune thought was a set of dog ears that were there with a headband underneath the shock of blonde hair, the sight of what seemed to be a bikini that was made from golden fabric or something, the similar heart-shaped mark on her left bikini-top tit-cover, definitely a woman that had some real serious chest to throw around. 

‘Woah…’  

“Yeah, I moved in eh… recentl-eh?”

She’d crossed the distance. A set of hip-hugging shorts completed the woman’s looks, woman being a looser term, since she definitely looked like she was in her early twenties, maybe her late teens, Jaune gulping a bit as she tapped a finger against his chest. 

“I could tell. Feeding the dogs bacon, I could feel that… You’re the type of guy that’d want to have a little bit of fun with people, right? Come on, you can be honest… You were checking out these babies, right?”

She showed those round breasts of hers, heavily laden with that curvaceousness, Jaune feeling how his lower body responded, the blonde hair and the dog-like ears that grew from them showing off a wild side, something that looked like a canine tail poking out from behind her, as she leaned closer, a soft little snicker coming from her lips. 

“You want to have a bit of fun, big guy? You want to show this girl how doggy-style is done with a real woman for a bit, huh?”

Her teasing, taunting and coaxing was almost too great to ignore, Jaune’s balls heavy with the load that had suddenly and almost magically announced to him that his cock was to be heavy with blood, full of sex-hungry energy and definitely the whole ‘I’m a single man in my early twenties and there’s this hot blonde that’s giving me an aggressive come on line, rather than being shy and demure about it’ vibe. 

Jaune didn’t really trust his rationality and reason, as she pressed herself up against him, giving him a broad grin, her finger sliding up and down his chest. 

“Make it a deal for you… You get off, I get off, I go back home and you’ll have some prime bitch that screwed you. How about that, big boy? Free pussy on a hot bitch, and some of that special sauce going right in here .”

She patted her belly, Jaune staring for a long moment, before he saw the tail whisk back and forth, a soft little growl coming from her lips, as her fingers suddenly seemed to find his balls and give them a squeeze. 

“Ah, I don’t know- The name’s Jaune Arc, I came to live here and-”

His pants were suddenly down and her hands were gripping his cock, as those two large breasts pressed against him, a feral-sounding canine growl coming from her lips as he smelled the scent of rotten eggs or something, as she leaned closer. 

“You’re coming, big boy. That's guaranteed… And this thing is nice, you know?”

Jaune didn’t know what he could say, as his really stiff cock was currently being massaged between two hands that felt like they had been in an oven for a while, heat clinging to them like some sort of space heater, wrapped around his cock, as the blonde leaned closer, licking his cheek, a sizzling sound, as Jaune felt really hot all of a sudden. 

“Big, thick… girthy… Come on, you can get harder for this bitch, Arc-boy… Show me that you’re getting harder for your next hot bitch to come and grace your presence.”

Her fingers felt like they were wrapped in hot cloth or something that burned, as he could smell something burning, her eyes glowing like a flame lit, leaning against him, a low growl coming from her lips. 

‘Oh God, she’s so hot.’  

Literally. 

She seemed to not really have any compunctions, Jaune groaning loudly again at the feeling of the young woman, teenager, he wasn’t specific, this was some hot girl with at least a D cup stroking his cock, letting him feel that touch slowly work him up to a pleasured frenzy, groaning again as a spurt of clear pre-cum splashed out over her hand. 

“That’s the explosion this bitch wants, Arc-boy… Come on, you can cum harder for a girl like me. There’s not even semen in there yet.”

He didn’t think he had the ability to respond, a moan coming from his mouth at the touch, the jerking of that hot soft hand continuing, as she grabbed the fabric of her bikini top, slipping it up.

“Give em a squeeze, Arc-boy… Show me what the master’s got for his little bitch.”

The tail wagged behind her, the ears perking up, as he felt those big breasts of hers bounce a little faster, his hands grabbing a hold of them, those large breasts weighing like soft, bouncy marshmallow weights, his fingers sinking into that bust, as she growled at him, her dog-like ears perking, as the smell of sulphur increased in the air, the heat making his skin sweat, as the blonde’s voice was heated. 

“That’s it, grope those hell-titties… You’re going to fucking blow that load all over a bitch like me, Arc-boy… You expected a big-titted blonde hound here to get to pound-town with you, huh? You’re- Hmmm, gimme.”

He was kissed suddenly, his cock jolting in her grip as her body rubbed against his palms, her fingers brushing over the ballsack, the other hand not letting him get anywhere, her fingers stroking and jerking. 

“Ah- We shouldn’t-”

She had broken the kiss, Jaune seeing flames dance in her eyes, as those big tits of hers pressed against his palms. 

“Shouldn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t and yes, we should, buddy… You’re going to be taking what the big busty blonde’s offering, or else you’re not a man.”

His cock was leaking, slimy pre-cum drooling onto the tiled floor, Jaune momentarily forgetting that he was in the kitchen, as the blonde beauty hopped onto the counter. 

“The name’s Yang and you’d better stick that dick right in me, buddy, or I’m going to go and complain to the big boss about you being gay. This is a freebie, a freebie that you’re not going to deny, dog-feeder.”

The shorts that she wore seemed to almost evaporate, burning away, the bald pussy standing there suddenly, as she seemed to be ready for that, Jaune noticing that there was a noticeable tail that looked fuzzy there, right where the tailbone should be. 

“Ah… I- You’re-”

‘What the hell, who cares?’  

A woman offering sex for free was suspicious but right at this moment, he was definitely not considering any alternatives, very cognizant that horny blondes with a few cosplay props weren’t coming around to go and fuck the neighbor. 

“You’re a man, you stick it in. I haven’t been waiting so long for some limp-dicked little bastard that’s not able to take his queen when he sees her.”

He didn’t think that she was a queen, but she was a hot woman at least, Jaune’s cock bouncing a little when she flicked her finger against the base, whipping like a tree in a storm, the thin precum running down the shaft, as Yang licked her lips. 

“What’re you waiting for, big boy? You’re thinking I’m a bit too hot for you, huh?”

He didn’t even care at this point in time anymore, feeling that urge rise within his groin, his balls feeling heavy, aching and in need, his attention directed solely to the beauty that was sitting there on the counter, grabbing her legs, rubbing the cockhead against those pussy lips, her arms wrapping around him, as he was pushed into her bosom, her casual, almost eager smirk making him wonder whether this was a trap, only to feel those hot pussy lips wrapping around his cockhead, the sweet succor of relief of that aching in his loins growing more, as he slid into her sweltering hot pussy. 

“That’s a good boy, that’s a good man. Tame this little bitch with your big fat cock, letting her know who owns her collar. That’s a good man.”

She was definitely the type to be up for a lot of weird stuff, Jaune supposed, as he kissed her, the young woman kissing him back, fingers tangling through his hair and smoothing it out, tongue pushing aggressively into his mouth, as he pulled back, feeling that hot warm snatch around his cock tense up. 

“Harder, you little pussy. I don’t break. I don’t think I will, unless you wanna make a mess of things.”

He didn’t think about that at all, as he thrust himself deep into her vagina, Yang’s walls clenching around him when he penetrated her, her legs wrapping around his waist, as she laid herself back on the counter, back against the wall, the overhead cupboard almost brushing her scalp. 

“Come and fuck me, you bastard. Show me that you’re not going to be treating your woman like some sissy that barely knows how to please a woman! Give it to me hard! Smack my tits!”

He didn’t think about that yet, but he smacked them, at her prodding, a womanly moan and seeing how they bounced and bobbed, his cock grew harder, a loud moan from her lips. 

“That’s it, you little bastard. Come and beat my tits like bongo drums! Show me those drums in the deep, if you’re a nerd. Come on, be a man and blow your load, all inside me.”

He thrust harder, letting her feel the pulsating shaft inside her, the head teased by her tight vagina, gasping at her, as he forced another kiss on her, feeling more confidence rise, as his cock thrust into her harder, sloppy, messy sounds, juices dripping down onto the counter, feeling good with this hot teenage woman. 

“That’s it, big guy. Big boy, put that bitch through her paces. Woof the fucking woof, bitch-fucker… Come on, give me that load. Her Highness wants to have that load, all inside of me… Fuck, come on, bitch-fucker, give me your seed.”

He didn’t think, her words urging him on to come inside, her legs wrapped around him, as she kept urging him on, his smacking and slapping hips against her body, smaller and slighter than he was, but rippling with muscles, growing with that intensity that she had, as her eyes almost glowed with the sweet brush of that delight, as she let out a soft little growl, her tongue licking over his cheek, like an overly eager dog. 

He remembered the dog from earlier, and wondered where it had gone as he came inside, those warm walls coated with a load, as he leaned forward, kissing her again, as his orgasm thundered in his balls, his hard dick inside her doing what it was made for, as she almost seemed to bark, a dog-like sound, as the tail brushed against his legs. 

“That’s a good male. You’re here to go and breed your bitch, the whole kennel of bitches… Fuck… Fuck, you’re good at this.”

He pulled out, cum dripping down from those pussy lips, onto her asshole, letting the sight of it be his focus, as he leaned closer, kissing her nose, a soft groan from his lips as he felt her grip his sides and lightly work him back a bit, getting down on her knees and nosing his cock. 

“This is a boner that I’d love to take back with me… But I guess doggy got her bone for the time being.”

Jaune groaned, knowing that this was a lucky break, her mouth pressing against his balls, as his cock laid on her face, the heavy breathing that she was doing making his balls feel a little chilly, as the heat seemed to be on, her tongue like a burning lash, brushing over his cockhead and then sliding down to the base again, cleaning him up, her mouth making a sweet popping sound, before a crude smile came to her face. 

“You wanna go for round number 2 of this little bitch’s pussy, Mister Arcy-boy? You wanna blow a load in my little love tunnel, right?”

He was just feeling a bit faint right now, as he wondered whether he would need to take a little break, his head hurting, as he wondered why she was talking to him like this, why she wasn’t-

‘Ugh…’  

She grabbed his cock and then teased the head, licking over it slowly and letting him feel that brush of her tongue, almost like an overly eager puppy of sorts trying to please her owner, the dog-like mannerisms and the whole ‘dog ears and tail’ thing just making him wonder, before her hair seemed to catch fire as those eyes turned a burning red, and Jaune gasped, tripping over himself and hitting his head on the kitchen counter’s edge. 

‘Ow.’  

He was out like a light. 

Jaune opened his eyes, a pained throb of his skull affirming to him that he was most definitely still alive, the feeling of his head hurting something fierce as he knew that it was not good to be lying here, getting up and feeling the bump on his head, pain shooting through the lump, which made him once more get that feeling that he definitely needed to get better cupboards or something.

‘I was getting the groceries put away…’  

The culprit for the little slip that he’d made had been a slice of bacon on the ground, no doubt having slipped on it when he was in the process of carrying the groceries to the pantry. 

‘Aww man, one of the bags is split…’  

He started to grab the branded cheerio’s and the fresh chocolate cornflake shells that had been a bulk purchase, one of them having spilled out onto the floor, a coating of brown shells that looked half-melted, Jaune wondering why he’d been so stupid as to feed the dog that’d come round and not think about the slices that he’d fed it. 

Dogs weren’t fussy eaters, but they weren’t cats, which devoured everything meaty without any moment of hesitation. 

The fact that he was still clothed just made everything that he thought he’d seen feel like a dream, something that had just happened to a weird dream after he’d hit his head. 

‘I wonder if I should buy some dog treats…’  

Dogs were nice, he thought, and it wasn’t feeling like it would be a lump on his head for too long, since there was no blood visible, the sound of the front doorbell being rung, a loud sonorous noise, alerting him that he had guests.

‘That girl…’  

He didn’t know whether that had been a dream or not, it had felt pretty real, but there was no way that he’d be fully clothed if it hadn’t been a dream, making him aware that he had a guest.

‘Must’ve been out for a bit, if it’s Mister Ozpin coming for a visit.’  

He opened the front door and saw the man standing there, a suit with a green shawl, an odd fashion choice for the weather, the man offering a smile. 

“Ahh, it would be quite a lengthy trip- Are you alright, young man?”

The man didn’t look like he was much older than Jaune, but had a feeling of being ancient, Jaune rubbing the lump on his head softly, aware that it might look a bit odd. 

“Yeah, I just slipped in the kitchen, it’s not really all that known to me. Maybe when I put in some fresh carpet, it’ll be feeling less slippery… but that’s the problem with those things, you know? This building’s got a lot of history behind it.”

He wasn’t sure whether it was his imagination, the man smiling. 

“Let’s go and give you that hand, Mister Arc.”

Jaune smiled, knowing that there were good people in the world, stepping aside to let the older man into the house, his attention going to the man tightening his jacket a little, glancing around. 

“This house has a lot of history, Mister Arc. You know of the legends surrounding the house, yes?”

There was nothing that had come to mind, Jaune offering no response to that, as the man sighed softly. 

“Clearly not. You bought the house without knowing its grisly past, no doubt… I am somewhat of a historian, since school doesn’t take up all my time. Being a principal, young man, is never as interesting as standing in front of your devoted students, getting their minds whetted like a fine honed blade to challenge the world.”

Jaune was interested in learning more. 

“What happened? Grisly murder scene? I mean, there weren’t any blood splatters in the house.”

The man laughed. 

“Oh no, nothing so obtuse. This house, once known as Arcadia Mansion, has a storied history, supposedly built on the site where an ancient Witch-Queen perished by a mad carpenter, inhabited by several renowned scholars who were quite mad…”

Jaune shuddered at the thought of that, not really sure whether he wanted to be mad, he’d only won the auction for the property through luck anyways, and madness… not really his type of thing. 

“Do you think the place is cursed, sir? I mean, it’s a big place and I kind of got it through luck.”

The man’s unconcerned attitude didn’t show much, as the man seemed to laugh. 

“No curse upon it, though the decor might not be amenable to someone like you living here, young man. Now, let’s get some work done, shall we?”

Jaune guided the man into the hall, the large statue standing there, the man’s gaze sliding over the beautiful, elegant woman’s features, Jaune feeling some sort of melancholy going through her. 

“The statue of the Witch-Queen herself, the woman that ensnared the souls of women and brought them into the shapes of demons… A terror, to the ages, yet beautiful… You should remove this, put it on Siren’s isle, within the lake, a better place for something like this, a memento to some horror long-gone… But it is up to you.”

The unholy place that Jaune had bought might be why he’d had those accidents, but it was still a beautiful statue, Jaune laughing a little. 

“Yeah, I tried going to the island for a bit, but it wasn’t really all that much. The ground with it is great to have, don’t get me wrong, but the whole thought of moving a whole statue to the island just because it might be cursed… That costs money, time and effort. It’ll look unique enough in the hall… Conversation piece, you know? ‘Oh look, the statue of the Witch-Queen… Something something. Selune, or something.”

He didn’t know why, but the name must start with an S. There was just that feeling, as Mister Ozpin gave a half-serious laugh, as if that had been a funny joke. 

“Her name was Salem, according to the legends. A woman who went against God and Nature for her husband… A witch who ensorceled the damsels of the nearby settlement and brought them to cavort with demons… Ahh, maybe I’ll show you some of the images, my ancestors lived in this place for a long time. History, after all, is one of my hobbies.”

Jaune could feel the faint burn on his balls still, for some reason, recalling that brief interaction with the hot blonde, and knew that it must’ve been some sort of delusion, thanks to hitting his head. It was time to get cleaning. 

“History’s important, sure… Maybe I should hang a dream catcher above my bed or something, ward off the bad dreams that’ll be coming… I don’t want to go mad just yet.”

The principal laughed. 

“Maybe I can rustle up a few students to help you with your labors, Mister Arc. I just like helping people with their issues. It is best to keep an eye on things yourself, after all, lest the Witch-Queen rise from the dead, to take revenge upon the ones that defeated her… Ahh, a tale for another time. Let’s get busy, shall we?”

Jaune just knew that his home would be getting cleaner than before, thanks to someone else’s help with it!

This was commissioned work.