Jaune to Joan Chapter 36 (Finale)

Chapter 36

“I really hate airships.” Joan griped.

“It’s ok.” Cinder comforted, her arms wrapping around Joan from behind as she kissed the worried woman’s cheek.

“No, no it’s not. Ruby is already calling me Vomit girl!”

“Hey, just focus on all the good stuff. Nora is super excited about having hormones again, Pyrrha is doing a bit better, everyone is warming up to me like you said- I am… who am I? I’m trying to comfort someone!” Cinder reeled.

“You are doing great… even if I hate airships. I love you.”

“I… love you too.” Cinder grumbled. “On the bright side, I got you some ginger. It should help with the motion sickness. If that doesn’t do it, I have one other idea and that’s about it.”

“Mhmm… thanks Cin.”

“Ok, here we go.” Cinder began to push Joan along and up.

Thankfully, being the Schnee private airship, the team was able to divvy up rooms and beds according to the couples with extra to let Pyrrha and Oscar bunk alone. It meant Joan could lay back and rest; something that would be necessary considering that the trip was much longer and depending on air currents could take as much as three days. Joan pleaded that they take bmblb, but apparently it couldn’t run on water and there was something between two and three oceans they had to cross over their trek. Joan didn’t buy it. She was certain that it was all payback for returning with the group’s sworn enemy. Nothing more.

Laid back in the bed, Joan was comforted by how Cinder allowed her to rest her head in her lap. “There’s my girl.” Cinder praised as she ran her fingers through Joan’s hair and over her forehead.

“Hmmm…” Joan whined as the ship began to take off.

“It’s all alright sweet thing. Here, have some ginger.” Cinder placed a small piece between her lips and lowered to kiss Joan. It was sweet, lightly sour and with a good hint of spice from more than just the ginger. Shockingly, it made Joan feel better almost immediately.

“I- Woah!”

“Told you…” Cinder mused and traced along Joan’s chin. “My good, beautiful, dumb, needy slut.”

Joan whimpered and fidgeted. Cinder saying such things had always had an effect on her, but when she was being so sweet? After Joan had her last change? Her core twisted and clamped. Their night in the shower had done a good bit to acquaint her with her body. She now knew what it felt like to cum, what she needed to cum, and damn if she couldn’t recognize the pain of overcharged arousal; the need and desperation for her lover. Hearing such dirty, degrading things often incited that reaction from her. “Cin- Cinder…”

“Yes… craven whore?”

Joan fidgeted and pressed her thighs together under her skirt. “Can I?”

“Can you what? Poor thing, are you really so stupid you can’t speak in full sentences? Well, it’s alright. You don’t need to think or speak. I can do those for you.”

Joan whined out her pleads for Cinder to do just that.

“Do you think you are wet? Do you need my fingers down there?”

Joan vigorously nodded.

“Good girl.” Cinder reached down, casually pressing her chest into Joan’s face as she slipped a hand up Joan’s skirt. “Oh… so wet. Your needy cunt is just drooling for me isn’t it?”

“YES!” Joan cried out, muffled by pressing her face into Cinder’s perfect chest.

“Good good.” Cinder sat back up. “Then it is time for you to stand and stip. I have something planned for today; something to help you forget all about the airship.”

“Yes please.”

“Ok, now, be a good little whore, and make a good show as you strip down for me.”

“Yes miss.”

“Good girl.” Cinder slapped Joan’s ass as she slid out of bed.

Joan shivered and whimpered. Cinder’s eyes were so prying as she began to slip off her jacket, her shirt, her skirt, bra, panties. It was easier now, stripping for Cinder. It was a lot easier without all the mismatching parts, with her body the way it should be. Of course, it also helped that now she had the choice to say no. If she said so… she was reasonably sure that Cinder would cuddle or let her lap become the best pillow for Joan. All she had to do was ask, or say she wasn’t up for it, and Cinder would actually understand; not just understand, be kind and caring, the woman underneath it all Joan used to only see in small flashes.

The comfort… also, of course, came with other benefits… like the fact that she quickly began nearly dripping with her need and excitement from just the way Cinder hiked up her dress and began to finger herself at her stripping. She desperately needed to be good, to be obedient, to be praised by the beautiful woman with the stare of ice.

“Mhmm… Good girl… such a good, pretty little whore.” Cinder murmured over Joan as she pleasured herself.

“Cin- Cinder…” Joan whimpered and went to cover herself, but the way Cinder raised a taunting eyebrow stopped her.

“Obedient girl… good.” Cinder mused as she traced fingers around and along her clit. Her eyelids flickered with a husky pleasure as she groaned. “You’re so good.”

Joan pressed her thighs together and whimpered. Watching Cinder was always stunning. She was so so so beautiful, and the way she would toss out soft small taunts, insults, and the praise, oh brothers, the praise… Joan could die for the praise, but she also feared it may kill her of dehydration with how easily it turned her to a soaked mess.

“You look so needy like that…” Cinder mused. “Do you like watching me? You craven bitch?”

Joan nodded quickly and resisted the urge to mirror Cinder.

“Good girl.” Cinder half purred. She hiked her dress up just a little more, shifted in the bed, and swatted needly over her bare sex. “Come here, come here my needy little bitch. Be a good girl and have your meal before you get to play.”

“Yes Miss, please!”

“That’s it, now be good, come.” Cinder smirked and spread her labia in quite the welcoming display.

Desperately, Joan scurried onto the bed and buried her head between Cinder’s thighs. She didn’t need to be asked any further, she knew what she needed to do, she knew what Cinder wanted of her, and she knew how to be a good and obedient whore for her. Joan didn’t wait even a moment. She didn’t tease or… lick around the bush so to say. No, Joan eagerly flattened her tongue and began to lap up her lover’s arousal. She was salty, gentle; almost an ashen flavor, but Joan adored it.

Moreso, what she adored was how Cinder’s palm came heavily down on the back of her head. Demanding, possessive, and reclaiming of the same ownership Cinder claimed over her for all those months. The hand firmly directed, Cinder moaned and Joan only licked faster as her hair got balled up tighter in a fist.

She tried- strived really, she strived to lick as quickly and in whatever pattern Cinder wanted, but even as Cinder slickened and slickened, Joan work was clearly not enough. Cinder kept shifting her hips, trying to find the right position, striving to get things just so between. She twisted Joan’s head, pushed, pulled, yanked and tugged. All the while, Cinder's moans grew, but something clearly wasn’t right for her as Joan vyed with all her efforts.

“Up!” Cinder half growled and hanked Joan’s hair back.

“Mhmm? Yes miss?” Joan whimpered, her eyes glassed over and face glossy with slick from her nose down to her chin.

“I- Lay back!”

“Is- is something wrong?” Joan questioned with the slightest lisp.

“It’s…” Cinder frowned and sighed.

“What is it?”

“It’s just…” Cinder’s uncertain expression turned cold and fiery. “I told you to lay back.” She asserted.

“Yes- yes Miss.” Joan rolled over to be mostly at Cinder’s side.

Cinder looked down at herself and groaned.

“I’m sorry. Is there anything I-” Joan stopped when Cinder suddenly sat up.

“Mhmm, stay just like that.” Cinder gracefully spun, throwing her thigh over Joan’s face. She seemed eager to go and ready to demand Joan start, but she paused a moment and rested back on Joan’s chest. “Is- is this ok with you?” She huffed, grumbled, and looked up while rolling her eyes like asking consent was some big horrible thing. Joan knew the truth of it tho. Cinder didn’t want Joan to do anything she didn’t want, but she also horribly feared being told no; being denied or losing what modicum of power she had left. Joan understood, and she loved Cinder all the more for trying. It didn’t hurt that she desperately wanted her face to become Cinder’s favorite seat, but that was a separate issue.

Joan turned her head and kissed gently at the inside of Cinder’s thigh. “Please Miss! Please let me… I- I wanna be good…” Joan almost forgot herself, and her position when she sucked and even nipped ever so slightly at the inside of Cinder’s thigh.

“Why you!” Cinder hissed- she hissed, and just for a moment Joan could tell Cinder saw right through her, through the ‘mistake’ of teasingly biting her. “It’s time to shut that pretty little mouth of yours!” Cinder snarled and dropped her hips right onto Joan.

Immediately, Joan could tell things were completely different. Sure, Cinder’s hand owning her head was dominant, but this was… For minutes at a time, Cinder was her air. What could Joan even do with oxygen when she had Cinder moaning out and grinding her muff right into Joan’s mouth? Respiration smeshperation. Joan breathed in Cinder’s pleasure and exhaled her own desperate soaked need.

Cinder clearly appreciated it all the more. Her movements began to hasten and she fucked Joan’s mouth mercilessly. She panted and grabbed the bedding above Joan’s head. She grinded and rode and- Joan could barely see Cinder grasping one of her breasts as she moaned hard and her sex clenched. A different slickness followed, and Joan was eager to clean it up, but Cinder paid the orgasm no mind as soon as it was over. She just returned to rubbing herself against Joan’s mouth, only ever allowing Joan air by ‘accident’ more than on purpose. It was simply coincidence that the accidents accumulated just a moment after Joan slowed or seemed to struggle. Just a coincidence.

Cinder continued, she indulged in another peak or two and Joan’s desperation only found new heights. She adored pleasing Cinder. Of course she did, nothing was as good. But… Joan did have a body of her own, one that seemed to need pleasure more than air. Subtle suspicions that it would not be taken to lightly pushed Joan to attempt to hide as she slipped a hand to her breast and the other down between her legs.

Subtlety… had never been Joan’s specialty. She should have known. The moment she found her hypersensitive soaked clit, she moaned and rolled her eyes as her tongue delved into Cinder. The half maiden didn’t seem to notice for a moment- surely caught up in her own pleasure, but when she did, she didn’t seem to do anything about it. Joan should have known. She really should have known. The moment she could feel her climax almost inevitable, Cinder stole her hands away. “Bad little slut! You are mine! Pleasuring me!” Cinder obviously reveled in the dominance. Joan could tell from the way her ‘Miss’, her ‘owner’ slowed and deepened the motions of her hips. Cinder truly loved torturing her just a little. Maybe more than she enjoyed turning Joan into an absolute mess with an abundance of orgasms. “YOU HEAR ME?” Cinder yelled and pulled at Joan’s hair painfully, “MINE! You are mine, and I decide when you get to give or receive pleasure!”

Joan moaned and nodded into Cinder as the other woman pinned her wrists under her ankles.

“Much better, now, eat. I’m not done.”

Joan’s lungs burned, her tongue felt numb, and her abdomen was twisted up in so much arousal by the time Cinder decided to unmount her face. “You did very well little slut.” Cinder praised, standing by the bed. She stuck a hand between her legs, gathered the wetness that lingered and quickly smeared it over Joan’s face. “There, you like that don’t you… you were eating it up for quite a while, huh?” Cinder gave a pleased hum and her mean careless hand grew soft and kind. “Did you enjoy?”

“Hmmm~ Y- yeah… good…” Joan purred.

“Good, good. Such a good good girl.” Cinder mused and began to straighten Joan’s hair for her. “You did so well. So well- we’ll have to do that more from now on.”

Joan nodded limply.

Cinder patted her whore’s face gently. “Now, get comfy against the pillows.”

“Huh?” Joan questioned, stunned that there was more to be done.

“You heard me.” Cinder raised an eyebrow, taunting Joan to defy her as she slipped her dress off.

“Yes Miss. S- sorry.” Joan inched back, her body weighty and drained. It was only the sight of Cinder’s ass as she turned around and bent over to remove her panties that brought Joan closer back to life. She had seen Cinder bare and nude before, but this was different. Cinder was undressing with the sole purpose of sex, of being sexy. Dumb, and admittedly a little distracted with the sight and her revamping arousal, Joan missed Cinder’s actions. If she had paid attention, she might have noticed Cinder fiddling around in front of herself. She might have even noticed some of the light from Cinder’s semblance and her flames. Of course, Joan was too absorbed with Cinder’s stunning silhouette. Well, she was until Cinder spun around.

“Ready?” Cinder smirked, stroking the phallus of glass in front of her. She had made a harness specifically to fit herself with her glass and affixed it to the largest dildo Joan had ever seen- it was also the smallest being as it was the only one she had ever seen, but it looked bit, so that was how she thought of it.

“C-C-C- Miss! Please!”

“Good whore… We will teach you to suck it nice and good one day, but for now… it seems like some slut’s soaked hole needs some filling.

Joan just nodded.

The toy was big for her. Bigger than she felt she could accommodate at first, but Cinder was gentle. She went slow and held Joan’s hand all the way through. She kissed Joan, held her, and eased the toy in only a centimeter or two at a time. Joan honestly didn’t think she could take it. She didn’t, but there Cinder was, easing her through every moment. It got better and better. Of course, despite what pain did come, Joan liked it from the very beginning. It just… easily became too much. In time tho, Joan truly grew to love the sensation of being stretched. Cinder easing and praising her for being good and taking it all made it all the better, but the faint burn of her body struggling to take it all in really was pleasurable.

Once all the way in, Cinder was still slow to start moving. She made sure Joan only ever felt the good stretch rather than anything else. Whenever Joan felt it was about to be too much, Cinder took a moment to kiss and soothe her. When Joan was really ready, Cinder began to pick up the pace.

Joan could feel it build immediately. Whatever spot had previously been accessible from her backside had clearly been moved forward in her operations. She knew this because Cinder proved herself fucking adept at decimating it. The moment she hit it, Joan moaned, and Cinder hadn’t given it a moment's rest. At least in passing, Joan had heard a couple of her sisters gossiping about a ‘g-spot’ and from what she had heard, it seemed decisively like Cinder had found hers.

It was so sensitive and every time Cinder struck it, Joan thought she would lose herself completely. Her mid blurred, her toes curled, and her body sung. Her legs wrapped around Cinder and she sobbed her pleasure as everything grew to be too much.

“Cum, cum for me… Let go, you beautiful whore of mine. Cum.” Cinder instructed and assaulted Joan’s poor pussy.

With ease, Joan broke. She shattered and squirted all over both of them. Breathless and decimated, she tensed and curled up into Cinder only to fall back exhausted when her ecstasy ebbed.

Before Joan could fully return to the world, Cinder had already removed the toy, moved on the bed, and pulled the blissed out woman into her arms. She stirred to Cinder’s fingers running through her hair and scratching lightly at her scalp. “You were such a good girl for me. I- I love you so much.” She kissed gently at Joan’s forehead.

“I love you too.” Joan whispered back.

“Sleep now… we need to be well rested when we arrive in Argus.”

They would come to land two and a half days later as was roughly planned. When they did, the group split for just a while. Joan and Cinder stayed in Argus along with Pyrrha. They had plans to reunite with everyone after Joan and Pyrrha finished meeting up with their family.

At first, when Joan arrived, her sister did not recognize her. It was only after Joan teased her about how her sister must have got what she always wanted after putting so much makeup on her to taunt her for being a boy as a kid.

Saphron was shocked, but within a day she was beginning to correct herself on pronouns. She called the rest of the family up and they made a reunion that weekend.

As Joan had once predicted, her sisters swarmed down on her with a small army of hand-me-down clothing. Everything they no longer loved and wished could find a good home. Her mother too added to the pile, tho the clothes she gave were a little more refined. All in all, they were surprised, and admittedly imperfect, but they tried, they were kind and they tried. They even seemed to welcome Cinder into the family quite quickly. Something the half maiden was far from accustomed to. She did however, grow to love it. Cinder would never tell anyone but Joan- and even that would only be a confession made after a half dozen drinks… but she loved having the big family, having everyone around her, earnestly loving, even when fighting and arguing about the dumbest of things. It was stupid, but it was beautiful.

Joan’s father… he took the longest to warm to it all. While everyone else rather took it at face value and welcomed their sister or daughter home, Joan’s father seemed to stumble. He didn’t know the right pronouns, he didn’t get the name at first, and he even seemed to keep a wide breadth from his newest daughter.

That all changed on the third day. As was Arc tradition, they all got rip roaring trashed before having to leave the family reunion. Their father shelled out for two kegs- even though most of the family preferred their wine. And everyone had to partake. As he passed them around, he hesitated at Joan, unsure if she would want it. She was of age in Argus now, but she had never been old enough to do it before.

When Joan took the beer and downed it in one swig only to give a rather unladylike burp, her father slapped her back and proclaimed that Joan was in fact ‘his girl’. Joan cried at that. She cried a lot that day- though, most of it was because she and her father got in a miniature drinking contest and she just so happened to get a little weepy after drink six. On the bright side, so did her dad. They hugged and cried, and her father even apologized- unprompted! He apologized, worried that he might have put too much weight on her to be the boy he wanted.

He was right, he had put a bit of weight on it- there was a reason Joan tried to fight who she was for so long… but… knowing her father still loved her? Well, that could make up for just about anything.

That was the night Cinder admitted how much she loved Joan’s family; that she desperately wanted to be a part of it one day… and that maybe she should make an honest woman of her dirty slut.

In time, the reunion was over. Pyrrha, Cinder, and Joan caught the next airship over to Atlass, and they reunited with their friends to start on a new adventure. That, would be a different story entirely. All I can tell you; Joan never got motion sick on airships ever again.

The End