Silver Eyes Ch. 13 (RWBY)

A/N: Finally get a look into the mind of Glynda Goodwitch... as she gets dicked down.

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As Cole steps forward, Glynda tries, as she’s done every time they’ve had sex, to hold back her reactions. This isn’t about pleasure, after all. Neither hers nor his. This isn’t about their mutual satisfaction. Ultimately, it should be as simple as him cumming inside of her. That’s it. Insemination is the goal, nothing else.

And y-yet… Glynda is ashamed to admit that she’s found herself rather weak to this form of ‘attack’. Hah! What an oxymoron… ‘pleasure attack’ contradicted itself, really. There shouldn’t even be such a thing! And yet… and yet…

Despite her best efforts, a moan escapes Glynda’s lips the moment that Cole slides his cock inside of her. Of course, his own lips are half a moment away from her mouth when he does so, prompting her moan to turn into a muffled gasp.

“Mmph!”

She makes a weak noise of protest, having told him off for kissing her during their sessions before. And yet… he just kept doing it, d-damn it. And she… well, she kept allowing him to do so. An uncharacteristic whimper leaves Glynda’s lips as Cole fills her with his cock. Her hands go up to clutch at his shirt even as his tongue explores her mouth.

Finally though, they have to pull apart for air. The Beacon Headmistress does her best to catch her breath and get her bearings when that happens. She also does her best to dissuade Cole from going any further.

“You’re playing a d-dangerous game, Cole. I really should punish you and your entire team more for that inappropriate display I witnessed.”

Honestly. Cole was one thing. Belladonna succumbing so easily though? And not only that, Xiao Long and Schnee spying on them? And seemingly enjoying it?!

Perhaps Glynda should have changed up the way Initiation worked this year. Knowing she needed Cole protected, she should have just paired him off with the perfect three people right off the bat. Blake would have still been susceptible to his particular brand of assholish seduction probably, but Glynda definitely wouldn’t have given Cole an all-female team if she’d had a choice.

She did have a choice though, that was the worst part. Even as she gasps and groans as Cole rolls his hips and slides in and out of her, she acknowledges that she had a choice. The buck stopped with her now. Ozpin… was dead. Probably permanently at this point. She was the Headmistress. There was no one else.

But the way they’d done Initiation this year had been the way Beacon did Initiation every year since it’s founding. It also just so happened to have been something established by Ozpin himself in a previous life. It was hard to break away from tradition. Even harder when that tradition was set in place by your dead mentor.

“You’re right. You probably should.”

Glynda blinks at Cole’s easy agreement. Then she moans and wraps her limbs around his body as he punches even deeper into her than before.

“But you won’t because you’re desperate to stay on my good side. You’re torn between keeping me in line and keeping me from feeling like a prisoner.”

Gasping for breath as he fucks her harder and harder, Glynda’s brow furrows in incredulity. Why was he saying all of this out loud?!

Whimpering, Glynda grinds back against Cole’s hips. She’d been so strong mere minutes ago. But damn it all if he didn’t drive her wild once he was inside of her. Admittedly, bookending their talk with a breeding session was turning out to have been a rather bad, shortsighted idea in the end.

… But Glynda was getting frustrated. She felt like she should have been pregnant by now. She wanted results. And in her rush to get them, she’d walked right into this trap.

“I am… the Headmistress of Beacon… my duty is to maintain order… and keep those under my charge from stepping out of line.”

Cole just grunts.

“Yeah. I get it.”

… What? He ‘got it’? Glynda’s confusion must show through the flustered expression on his face, because Cole actually smiles crookedly at her as he continues to piston in and out of her cunt.

“I’ll try and do better. You’re not my enemy, after all.”

He drives into a particularly deep and pleasurable part of her cunt at that, causing Glynda, who is absolutely shocked by the sudden one-eighty, to cry out and climax all over his cock. She finds herself burying her face in Cole’s neck in embarrassment as she whimpers and gasps for air, riding out the orgasm. But… he’s not done yet. In fact, he’s just getting started.

“In return… you could stand to do a little better as well.”

Through the haze of pleasure settling over Glynda Goodwitch’s mind, part of her does recognize the manipulation for what it is. But… good lord if it isn’t working all the same.

“Y-Yes… I-I could…”

“Blake doesn’t need to be a pain point for us if you just talk to me. We see each other enough as is. You don’t need to have one of my teammates spying on me.”

She wasn’t a spy. That was never the point. But… with his cock buried in her twat and coming down from the aftershocks of an explosive orgasm, Glynda COULD admit that she understood how he might have seen Blake in that light.

The whole point of recruiting Blake Belladonna was to give a woman who had nothing else going for her a second chance… while also shoring up Cole’s security. Beacon was a fairly well-protected place of course, and Glynda had done everything in her power to hide Cole’s existence.

… Truth be told, she didn’t know where Salem or her subordinates were, or what their current goals were. Ozpin’s death had to be the work of the Grimm Queen, right? And yet, in the time since Glynda had found him dead in his office with his eyes burnt out of his skull, there’d been nothing. No more than the usual attacks from wild Grimm that made it all but impossible for the Kingdoms to expand… but still, Salem had an opportunity that she almost seemed to be ignoring for some reason.

That was no reason for Glynda to be foolish with the opportunity Cole represented, however. The last Silver-Eyed Warrior that Glynda had been aware of was Summer Rose. But she’d gone missing decades ago, shortly before Raven Branwen had left Taiyang Xiao Long and their daughter Yang in the lurch and returned to Mistral to take over the Branwen Bandit Tribe.

Glynda knew that Summer had gone on a mission for Ozpin, but the body hopping immortal had always been rather tight-lipped about what that mission was or what might have happened to Summer. It wasn’t until after his death that Glynda had gained access to some of his journals… and even then, she still didn’t know exactly what fate had befallen Summer Rose. She DID know, however, that as far as Ozpin was concerned, the Silver Eyed Warriors had died out with Summer.

But even an immortal wasn’t infallible, apparently. Because Cole… Cole had been there all along. He was almost as old as Summer’s disappearance in fact. A Silver Eyed Warrior on the streets of Vale, right under Ozpin’s nose for years and years without the immortal Headmaster knowing.

And if Ozpin didn’t know about Cole, then it was likely Salem didn’t either. And that meant Glynda might just have a shot at revitalizing the entire Silver Eyed population before the end of her life, potentially.

It was a long shot, of course… but she’d be a fool not to take it. Even if Ozpin’s journals were unfortunately dreadfully sparse on the details of what a Silver Eyed Warrior was supposed to truly be capable of, Glynda knew enough to know they were a Force Multiplier against the Grimm.

There’d been a time in Remnant’s history where there weren’t just four Kingdoms. Or rather, four Official Kingdoms and an unofficial fifth in the form of Menagerie. There’d been a time when things were far more balanced… or even imbalanced in humanity’s favor.

They hadn’t always been penned in like this, like animals in a cage. And Glynda got the impression that a large part of what made humans able to fight Grimm on an even playing field was the existence of far more Silver Eyed Warriors in the distant past. It was no wonder that Salem had gone out of her way to start hunting them to extinction.

But the Grimm Queen couldn’t hunt what she didn’t know existed. That’s why this had to work. That’s why, even though Glynda knows Cole is manipulating her right now as he fucks her silly on her own desk… she finally fully concedes the point to him. It’s a small loss in the grand scheme of things, after all.

“You’re… r-right. I won’t accept any of Ms. B-Belladonna’s reports. I’ll let her know that watching over you is not c-contingent on her staying at Beacon. In turn, we’ll try… to be more open with each other.”

Cole grunts at that, driving himself deeper into her cunt and causing Glynda to white out from the pleasure for a moment. He picks up the pace even harder, prompting the Beacon Headmistress to tighten her limbs around him all the more. Until finally… with one last groan, Cole tips over the edge and cums inside of her, filling her up with his seed.

Ever the willing receptacle, especially given what’s at stake, Glynda moans as she tosses her head back in pleasure. She shudders for a moment as her pussy walls flex and clench along Cole’s cock. Finally, he pulls out of her and steps away, leaving Glynda to pant unevenly as she sits there on her desk, his seed slowly dripping out of her freshly fucked cunt.

“… You will have to do something for me in turn though, Cole.”

Looking at her, the young man raises an eyebrow. But if he thinks Glynda is just going to succumb because she apparently has a weakness for domineering, pleasure-filled sex… then he has another thing coming.

“You must promise me that you will actually try here at Beacon. I know you believe you are only here to breed those I tell you to breed and so that I can protect you… but I would not have made you leader of Team CWBY if that were truly the case. The truth is, you need to learn to protect yourself, and as much as our private lessons will help you catch up to everyone else, only attending classes and actually absorbing the lessons that Beacon’s Professors have to teach you will let you grow into the Huntsman you need to become.”

Because it wasn’t enough to have Cole simply make a hundred silver-eyed babies and rest on his laurels. They were working on limited information here thanks to Ozpin’s death. Before Glynda passed away… before Cole himself passed away, they needed to uncover the secrets of the Silver Eyed Warriors together. They needed to find out just what there was to know about the power of Cole’s eyes so that he could pass on that knowledge to his offspring, and they could do the same to their offspring.

That… that was the end goal. But of course, Glynda couldn’t tell Cole the specifics just yet. She didn’t want him experimenting with his eyes on his own and potentially hurting himself or something.

“… Alright. I understand.”

Thankfully, Cole is always a bit more mellow after having sex. The young man is abrasive as all hell, a prickly type to say the least… but even as he leaves Glynda feeling like she just went a dozen rounds with an army of Grimm after every sexual encounter, he also grows a fair bit calmer himself.

With that, the young man leaves her office and after a moment more to catch her breath, Glynda hops down off of her desk and begins fixing her clothing. It’s a little embarrassing to have defiled her office with such activities, but Glynda steels herself and tosses aside her shame. She doubts it will be the last time such things happen within these walls.

At the same time though, Amber and her are only two women. If they’re going to create more Silver Eyed Warriors, they need more… breeders. Glynda has been thinking about that for quite some time. Her options are both limitless and limited in a lot of ways. As well, she’s been struggling with whether to keep it all close to home, namely keeping it in Vale where she has the most influence… or spreading things out a bit.

On the one hand, if she keeps the Breeding Program centralized on Vale for the time being, then Glynda will be able to control a lot of the process and avoid potential leaks for a lot longer as well. On the other hand… the more she spreads Cole’s seed, the harder it will be for Salem to stamp it out once she catches wind of it.

Because at the end of the day, Glynda isn’t fooling herself. It’s not a matter of ‘if’ Salem finds out, but ‘when’. Ozpin had believed the Grimm Queen to have eyes everywhere, after all. And if she could kill him permanently without anyone knowing how it was done… that only stood to reason that she could strike at any time from any place.

Keeping things localized for longer might keep Salem from finding out longer as well. But spreading Cole’s seed to women in the other Kingdoms could also provide extra layers of protection against Salem’s inevitable retribution. For instance, if Cole got someone in Atlas pregnant tomorrow, then Salem could destroy Beacon and kill everyone in it the next day and there would still be a chance, a small sliver of hope.

Hope. It was something Glynda hadn’t had much of for a while now. Not until she’d met Cole and realized all was not lost. Even if the Maidens were gone… the Silver Eyed Warriors were not. And that meant the Grimm hadn’t won. Not yet.

… She just needed to decide where the risk and the reward were… and proceed with her next actions very, very carefully.