Silver Eyes Ch. 3 (RWBY)

A/N: Cole sticks around. Glynda comes back.

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Damned if he does, damned if he doesn’t. With a grimace, Cole shrugs and orders the damn pizza with Glynda Goodwitch’s money. Going back to Junior’s at this point was a crapshoot either way. Going back a failure would be bad enough. Going back after the others saw him get captured and with his Aura unlocked would likely be a death sentence.

Maybe he could try to contact Junior later. Explain the insane circumstances and make it up to his boss. He hadn’t betrayed the gang, after all. He wouldn’t, even if Goodwitch asked him to. So long as he could say with all honesty that he hadn’t ratted them out, Cole figured there was still a chance he could make things right.

But that was later on. For now, he’s basically up shit’s creek without a paddle. So all he can do is eat his pizza and try to get some rest. Sleep doesn’t come easily, but there is some security in knowing that nobody is likely to come looking for him here outside of Goodwitch herself. They’ll assume he was arrested and moved to a jail cell and look for him there before ever thinking to come back here and check this old place’s bedrooms.

Doesn’t help much though. He still sleeps fitfully, before ultimately just pulling all the blankets and pillows off of the bed and onto the floor and nesting there. The damn mattress was too soft, too comfortable, and it was fucking with his head.

After moving to the ground, things are a bit better… but Cole still wakes up the moment he hears a door opening downstairs early the next morning.

Hopping to his feet, he readies himself as someone comes up the stairs… and only partially relaxes when the Beacon Headmistress steps into the room again. She paradoxically looks like she hasn’t gotten a wink of sleep, while still looking impeccably put together. Cole isn’t sure how she does it, and he’s not about to ask even as she glances around the room, from the bedding on the floor to the empty pizza box.

He almost expects her to get judgmental with him, but instead she just smiles at him.

“I’m glad you stayed Cole. Let’s talk about what happens next, yes?”

Cole swallows thickly. He’d had plenty of time to think about that, as well as everything that Goodwitch had told him. As such, he knows precisely what he wants to ask her.

“What do you want from me? And don’t say you just want to protect me either. You said yourself that I’m apparently special, and that the people who would come after me for my eyes would do so because I could stop them somehow. Is that what you want? For me to stop them? If that’s the case, I need to know more. I need to understand what I’m up against.”

Hesitating for a moment, Glynda glances to the side, seeming to consider her next words carefully. Finally, she looks back to him.

“That isn’t actually all I want from you, Cole.”

Cole’s eyes narrow, recognizing that she’s basically sidestepping the subject. Still, he doesn’t interject as she continues on.

“Your existence is a ray of hope in what has otherwise been poignant despair for quite some time now. I hadn’t thought anyone with Silver Eyes was still left after all this time, but here you are. You might just be the only person with that eye color left on all of Remnant… a state of affairs that cannot be allowed to continue.”

He doesn’t quite get where she’s going with this. Fortunately, Goodwitch is willing to elaborate.

“I have no desire to force you to do anything you don’t want to do Cole… but I would be remiss if I did not encourage you to pass on your genes sooner rather than later.”

Finally, the street urchin turned thief picks up what the Beacon Headmistress is putting down. In all fairness to Cole, getting told he needed to go breed was one of the last things he’d been inspecting from such a put together lady.

“You want me to have kids.”

From the way Goodwitch stiffens and flushes a bit, this conversation is more embarrassing for her than it is for him, funnily enough.

“As I said, I want you to pass on your genes, Cole. If you are not inclined to women, or you are not inclined to sex in general, than I would hope that you might see the value in producing more Silver Eyed Warriors all the same, even if it means producing semen through other methods and storing it in a cup so that we might be able to make use of it later.”

Okay… now Cole was blushing. He also tucks away the mention of ‘Silver Eyed Warriors’ for later, not sure whether Goodwitch even noticed her own slip up or not. Either way…

“I like women.”

Smiling wanly, in a way that lets him know she finds this conversation as uncomfortable as he does, the Beacon Headmistress nods.

“That’s… good to hear. Would you be opposed to the idea of… sowing your oats?”

This was kind of a big leap from inviting him to join her school so she could keep him safe last night. And yet, Cole turns over the idea in his head. Would he be opposed to such a thing? Not really. That said, if there’s one thing that growing up on the streets taught him, it’s that you never do anything for free if you can get paid for it.

“I’m not opposed to the idea, so long as you pay me.”

That gets a blank look from Glynda Goodwitch, followed by a slow blink. Then, an expression of consternation flows across her face.

“… I would rather not treat this like a business transaction, nor you like a common prostitute, Cole.”

But Cole isn’t moved by such words. He crosses his arms over his chest and scoffs.

“Don’t care. I’m not interested in having children, so if you want me to start ‘producing semen’, you’re going to have to make it worth my while.”

He knows he’s being a bit unreasonable here, but to be frank, in the wake of everything that’s happened in the last twenty-four hours, Cole feels like he’s entitled to a bit of unreasonable behavior. Plus… is it really THAT unreasonable to want to be paid for his services? Sure, he’d never sold his body before, but only because he’d never had to. Now he had a beautiful powerful woman all but begging for his semen right in front of him.

He wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity… to get paid, that is.

Of course, he’s not an idiot. He’s fully ready for Goodwitch to tell him she has to think about it, and then change the subject. She won’t just agree right off the bat to something like this, she can’t possibly be that desper-

“Very well. How does a hundred thousand lien per successful insemination sound?”

Cole’s eyes widen for a moment before he manages to school his expression. Seriously?! Just like that?! And… so much too. He probably would have done it for ten thousand per insemination. Not that he was ever going to tell her that. Nor was he going to just accept without haggling.

“I know how children are made, Headmistress. Insemination is never guaranteed. A hundred thousand per insemination, plus ten thousand per attempt made in good faith.”

Glynda’s eyes narrow at that.

“And what constitutes an attempt made in good faith, exactly?”

Giving her a deadpan look, Cole gives a clipped, two word answer.

“A creampie.”

He’s gratified by the way the disciplinarian of a woman blushes at that. It was crass, but he didn’t care. Glynda Goodwitch had upended his entire damn life. The least she could do was take a few lumps.

“… That seems a little bit much. Perhaps… five thousand per attempt made in good faith, and seventy-five thousand lien per successful insemination to compensate?”

Cole’s eyes narrow. So as long as it took him five times to breed someone, he would still make a hundred thousand lien? But if it took less, he wouldn’t. No, that wouldn’t do.

“Seventy-Five Hundred per attempt made in good faith, and ninety thousand per successful insemination."

The look Glynda gives him is a long-suffering one that all but screams ‘why are you making me haggle over THIS’ but Cole doesn’t care. If she doesn’t want to haggle a better price for herself, all she has to do is concede to his demands. But it seems even a woman like Goodwitch has a limit because she shakes her head and counters him yet again.

“Six thousand per attempt made in good faith, and eighty thousand per successful insemination. That’s the best I can offer, I’m afraid. The chances of it taking more than a dozen times for you to impregnate someone and draining my bank account before we get this project properly off the ground is too high.”

Heh. In the end, it’s not like he’s giving up much. So…

“Deal.”

Cole spits in his hand and then holds it out for Glynda to shake. She gives him another long suffering look, but nevertheless mimics his actions after a moment and seals their deal with the handshake. Good, he wouldn’t have trusted her otherwise. Scratch that, he still didn’t trust her as far as he could throw her. But… he trusted that she wanted this. She wanted it bad.

“Very good. Let’s get started right now, shall we?”

… Though he hadn’t realized she wanted it that badly. Cole blinks, staring as the Headmistress suddenly reaches up and begins to unbutton her top.

“… Right now?”

Glynda just smiles as she starts stripping naked right in front of him.

“No time like the present, right? I can assure you, I am not childless due to a lack of fertility, but rather a lack of time and proper prospects. As well, as the Headmistress of Beacon, I am well suited for impregnation. It is… not so often that I am forced to take to the field anymore.”

Cole doesn’t miss the hesitation in her voice at the end there, even with more and more of the incredibly well-built blonde being exposed to him as she speaks. Likely, it had something to do with whatever forced Glynda to run off so quickly last night. Still… he can’t help but stare as she unveils her perfectly sculpted breasts along with every other inch of her impeccable body.

He’d always assumed that huntsmen were all scarred up, but if so, Glynda is an exception to that rule. Her pale skin is blemish free, and her figure is kind of amazing. Cole flushes as he starts to get aroused just at the sight of her. He tries to remind himself that this is just a transaction, even as Glynda steps forward, looking at him just as intensely as before.

“You are overdressed, Cole. Unless you’re already getting cold feet?”

It takes him a handful of seconds to realize she’s actually teasing him. At which point, Cole’s pride as a man steps in and takes this wheel. He clenches his jaw and reaches down to quickly take off his pants, kicking them away and removing his shirt next. Then… his boxers. There is a brief moment of uncertainty and anxiety before he reveals his cock, of course. There’s also the fact that he IS a virgin to consider.

But he pushes past that, letting his cock flop out even as it grows harder by the second in the presence of such a beautiful woman.

Glynda eyes him up and down for a moment but doesn’t let anything show on her face either way. He’s not sure whether that’s better or worse.

“Good. Let’s begin.”

Laying on her back on the bed he’d pulled all the sheets and pillows off of, Glynda spreads her legs for him and then splays her slit apart with her fingers for good measure.

Moving forward, Cole climbs on top of her. He grabs one of her breasts, giving it a squeeze that causes her breath to hitch. Then, he uses his other hand to guide himself to her entrance. Tapping his dick against her sex, Cole pauses and looks Glynda in the eye.

“Don’t think I’m going to accept being in the dark forever, Headmistress. Pay me all you want, but eventually I want answers.”

As far as he was concerned, this and that were two different things. Getting paid boatloads of lien for pumping babies into Glynda Goodwitch and whoever else she sent his way was one thing. But all that shit about his eye color making him special and also a target… that was another thing entirely. And he was going to want to know what the hell he was up against sooner rather than later.

Face slightly flushed as she lays back and looks up at him, Glynda slowly nods.

“I… understand. You’ll know what you need to know soon enough. And… I’m still planning on having you join Beacon, where you will not only be trained as a huntsman, but also be trained by me personally.”

Cole glances down at where they’re about to be joined and snorts derisively, causing Glynda to blush and scowl.

“Not THAT kind of training. Insemination efforts aside, I’m going to make you the best damn huntsman that ever lived, Cole. Your life, and indeed possibly the fate of the entirety of Remnant could depend on it.”

Right. No pressure. Deciding that he honestly doesn’t want to hear more of that anxiety-inducing bullshit right this moment, Cole thrusts into Glynda at long last, grunting and then groaning as her wet insides clench down around him. Fuck she’s tight. It feels incredible. SHE feels incredible.

Steadily, he finds a rhythm, beginning to fuck her while still fondling her breasts. Glynda moves her hips with his thrusts, undulating her body under him. She’s far from a dead fish or anything like that. And yet… eventually she reaches up and pulls his hand from her breast.

“This isn’t about pleasure, young man. This is about impregnating me. Focus on your release. My own enjoyment in this affair is meaningless.”

Damn, talk about clinical. Cole frowns as he keeps thrusting. On the one hand, Glynda was technically the boss as of right now. She was the one paying him. And it wasn’t like he wouldn’t be able to cum if she wasn’t moaning and squealing his name at the top of her lungs. In fact, if he didn’t hold back, he’d probably cum quite fast now that he was buried in his first ever pussy.

But… yet again, his pride as a man feels like it’s welling up inside of him. Was he really going to let her dictate to him who would and would not enjoy this while she was on her back under him with his cock inside of her? Really?