The Pride of Mistral

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Beacon organized hunters into squads of four. The team of four was comprised of two pairs of partners. The best teams were formed of four individually mighty hunters capable of synergizing. Those teams had the highest survival rates, made the most money, and earned the most glory. Consequently, experts agreed that the most critical decision a huntsman would ever make regarding their career is who their partner would be.

Cardin’s ideal partner was Pyrrha Nikos. Nikos was a celebrity fighter. She earned her fame by winning the Mistral Regional Tournament four consecutive times, which was all the more impressive because the tournament only had two brackets: a below eighteen and an above eighteen bracket. The first time Pyrrha won the contest, she had been a fourteen-year-old competing against fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen-year-olds.

A single victory at that age would have been impressive enough, but if she hadn’t been able to replicate the feat, spectators could have dismissed her victory as a fluke. Pyrrha did repeat her victory, however, squashing any such talk. By age eighteen, most people in Anima had come to revere her as the most potent huntress in generations.

Pyrrha’s brand as the ‘Invincible Girl’ and the ‘Pride of Mistral’ was near-omnipresent on Anima. Insofar as the huntsman lifestyle went, major brands used Pyrrha’s image to market training styles, exercise equipment, and workout supplements. In popular culture, her face was on boxes of Pumpkin Pete’s cereal; she was on billboards, market squares, and on-street apparel. Pyrrha had even made a cameo appearance in the Surviving Solitas tv show.

Cardin had wanted Pyrrha as his partner since he heard she was coming to Beacon. Consequently, Cardin ditched Ruby once they reached the auditorium and began searching for Pyrrha. It didn’t take him long to locate her. Her attire- a callback to her tournament days- stuck out like a sore thumb.

A bronze choker protected her neck. The collar served a useful function- protecting her from decapitating sweeps- but had aesthetics built into it. The emerald at the base of the choker didn’t have a practical purpose, nor did the grooves. Her PR team had the decorations added for the sake of marketability. It was a pattern that repeated itself throughout her outfit.

The top of her chest, for instance, was left bare to boost her popularity with teenage males. Cardin had dreamed of burying his face in the valley Pyrrha’s armor left exposed. Her armor’s bronze lining even formed a cup where his chin could rest as he suckled her mammaries. Her tunic stopped above her lower abs so men could ogle her toned midriff.

Further down, Pyrrha’s PR team had **** another hole in her defenses. They had covered her ass in a mini-skirt. The marketing team opted for a set of bronze greaves for the rest of her legs. The greaves covered her calves and knees but stopped short of meeting her short skirt- a decision to leave Pyrrha’s creamy thighs bare purposefully.

Her armor was less effective in combat than the heavy armor Cardin preferred, but it was still more practical than the cloth that Ruby picked. Moreover, Pyrrha’s armor served a clear purpose: sending the minds of teenage boys into the gutter.

With her beauty and fame, Cardin expected Pyrrha to be a social butterfly. He could picture her surrounded by a mob of fans, jockeying for her attention. Alternatively, Cardin could imagine her surrounded by a small group of friends from prestigious backgrounds. Tournament fighters she had competed against, heirs to affluent families she had met at exclusive parties, or perhaps an entourage of personal servants.

Cardin thought he would need to use the World Ring to isolate Pyrrha before he could hypnotize her. Consequently, he was stunned to find her alone, setting up her sleeping bag in a spot most initiates avoided. The September chill was setting in, and besides Pyrrha, no one was eager to be near the window.

Cardin watched for a minute to see if anyone would approach her. No one did. Cardin reasoned they might be waiting for later in the evening.

Ozpin had informed the initiates they wouldn’t be assigned rooms until they had been sorted into teams on the second day. The students were expected to sleep in the main hall for the first night. Roughly half the students had filed out of the main entrance to head to the locker rooms so they could swap their armor for their night apparel. The other half were busy setting up their sleeping stations.

Perhaps students were too busy to approach the celebrity in their midst- or maybe they respected she was preoccupied setting up her sleep station and resolved to leave her alone until she had completed her task. Cardin had no such compunction.

She heard him coming and turned to face him, blanket in hand.

“Pyrrha Nikos, right?” Cardin offered her a hand to shake. “I’m Cardin Winchester. We should be partners.” He wasn’t expecting the amount of aura it would take to get Pyrrha to agree or the heat the ring would generate as it turned Cardin’s words into reality. The amount far exceeded anything it had taken to mold Ruby to his will and was comparable to the physical change Cardin had made to himself. The amount of aura the order had taken told Cardin that Pyrrha was very resistant to being partners with him.

Consequently, even though she agreed to be his partner, Cardin asked a follow-up question. “Did you have a partner in mind before I approached you?” Was there someone Cardin had to keep an eye on?

“Of course not,” Pyrrha said quickly. Too quickly.

“Trust between partners is essential,” Cardin chided. “You’re not lying to me, are you?”

“I would never lie to you,” Pyrrha protested- and the ring went cold. A minuscule amount of Cardin’s aura disappeared. Pyrrha changed her tune. “The truth is, I was hoping for a different type of partner.”

Cardin couldn’t deny her words stung. “What type of partner were you hoping for?”

“One who didn’t know who I am. One who would treat me like I’m a normal girl instead of as an icon. It’s lonely at the top,” Pyrrha confessed, “My face is everywhere in Mistral. If I went to Haven Academy as everyone wanted, I would only ever be the Invincible Girl. By coming to Vale, where I’m less famous, I was hoping to be just Pyrrha.”

“That’s stupid,” Cardin said. “It’s akin to a lion pretending to be a house cat or a wolf pretending to be a dog. It’s not just stupid- it’s downright unnatural. You are Pyrrha Nikos, the Invincible Girl. The Pride of Mistral. You earned your titles. You should take pride in your accomplishments.”

“I don’t feel like I did, though.”

“Did what?” Cardin asked, confused.

“I don’t feel like I earned my victories or my titles. I had an unfair advantage over my opponents.”

“Steroids?” Cardin’s voice dropped to a murmur, and his eyes drifted to Pyrrha’s gloves. Would he find injection scars if she took the gloves off? Then Cardin remembered where they were. Louder, he said, “Grab your clothes. We need to go get changed, partner.”

They didn’t head to the locker rooms to change clothes. Instead, Cardin stalked the halls, looking for a secluded spot where they could talk uninterrupted. A nervous Pyrrha tottered behind him. Eventually, he found an empty classroom, and they entered.

Cardin wasn’t the first person to speak. As soon as they had relative privacy, Pyrrha told him her advantage wasn’t **** use.

Cardin relaxed. “Then what were you talking about?”

“My semblance.”

“Everyone has a semblance, and they’re permitted in the Regional Tournaments, right?” Pyrrha nodded. “Then why would using yours be unfair?”

It took Pyrrha a second to collect her thoughts. “Everyone assumes I won all my tournaments on the back of my skill with Milo and Akuo. The truth is, I didn’t. My semblance is polarity, and huntsmen's weapons are magnetic. I could use my semblance to dodge attacks that would have hit me and **** connections my opponents would have dodged.”

“Your semblance doesn’t work on Grimm?”

“I can only affect things made of metal,” Pyrrha sounded apologetic, as she should.

“Then what good are you?” Cardin asked.

“What?” Pyrrha asked, thrown. Cardin was the first person to look at her combat prowess with scrutiny in years.

The vast majority of combat a huntsman would participate in wouldn't be against other hunters. Torchwick's thugs and the White Fang terrorists were dangerous but not necessarily powerful. Criminals were challenging to eradicate because locating them was difficult. Combat was the easy part.

Pyrrha was a powerful anti-human combatant, but her semblance was useless against Grimm. Cardin could do better. Especially because- “Are you familiar with Glynda Goodwitch?”

“The Beacon combat teacher?”

“Do you know what her semblance is?”

“Telekinesis, I think.”

Professor Goodwitch had one of the most well-known semblances in the world. Hunters and huntresses were notoriously destructive and routinely wrecked parts of Beacon. Goodwitch used her semblance to shift tons of material around, reconstructing parts of the school whenever Beacon was damaged.

A suicidal idiot had once compared Goodwitch to a janitor. She had responded by demonstrating why she was Beacon's combat teacher. A semblance that can lift tons of debris could do much to a human body.

“How are you not a more limited- inferior- version of her?”

Pyrrha didn't have an answer.

Cardin sighed. “This is making me reconsider our partnership.”

Pyrrha's voice wobbled. “I understand.”

The most critical decision a huntsman would ever make regarding their career is who their partner would be. Cardin had wanted an invincible warrior as his partner, but reality had disappointed him. He wasn't prepared to throw Pyrrha away, however. If nothing else, she was still a beautiful celebrity, and there was always something a beautiful woman could do to prove her worth.

“Are you about to cry? You're sad because you don't want to lose me as a partner, right? How about you show me something that might change my mind?”

Cardin dropped his pants.

Cardin's cock was more prominent than any pornstar Pyrrha had masturbated to. Given the industry those stars were in, she had assumed their cocks were as large as men could get- a solid seven or eight inches. Cardin's foot-long put them to shame.

It took her a second to connect Cardin's words with his exposed penis and deduce what he wanted. Once she did, her trained composure shattered, and she began to stammer. “You-you want me to-”

“If you want me to stay as your partner, then yes.” Cardin placed his hand on her shoulder, and under his firm guidance, Pyrrha sank to her knees until his imposing erection was inches from her rosy cheeks. Pyrrha had never done anything sexual before, so she emulated what she had seen women do in pornos.

Pyrrha planted her hands on her thighs and leaned forward until she was centimeters from Cardin's cock. Then, she hesitated. She had seen those women wrap their lips around their partner's cock before bobbing- blowing them. Pyrrha worried Cardin's cock was too thick for her to do the same. His member was as wide as her wrist. Would her lips even fit around him?

She started by licking him instead. Her tongue made contact with the bulbous head of his cock. She was prepared for the taste. All flesh tasted salty. She had also anticipated the texture. Cardin's cockhead was as smooth as it looked. She was not ready for the heat. His cock was much warmer than her fingers.

The heat took her off guard, snapping her out of her trance. She realized what she was doing, and part of her wanted to stop- but if she quit, Cardin wouldn't be her partner. She didn't want to lose Cardin as her partner.

Consequently, Pyrrha continued to lap at Cardin's cock. It took two dozen strokes from her tongue until she had coated the entirety of his cockhead in saliva. Cardin was not impressed.

When she looked up to gauge his reaction- whether she was doing enough to stay his partner- she found Cardin watching the clock. “My balls are going to freeze, Nikos.” He told her. “It took you an entire minute to handle the tip of my cock. You have to do better than that.”

Pyrrha got her answer. She wasn't doing enough to remain Cardin's partner. Pyrrha's fingertips dug into her thighs. She needed to do more. Before she could reconsider her decision, she opened her mouth as wide as possible and dove, trying to take as much of Cardin into her mouth as possible.

Tears sprang into her eyes. Her jaw ached, and she couldn't breathe- but it was worth it. She continued to look up, and even with tears blurring her vision, she could see Cardin smile. She could feel his hands wind through her hair, taking control of her. And she could feel her heart rate elevate as she panicked. With his hands wound in her hair, she wouldn't be able to pull off- be able to breathe- without Cardin's permission.

Her panic turned to humiliation when Cardin murmured, “That's a good slut.” Pyrrha was a virgin. She had been saving her purity for her wedding night. What was she doing on her knees before a boy she had met an hour ago? She almost tried to pull off- would have tried to pull off- if Cardin hadn't said, “You enjoy sucking my dick, right?”

Pyrrha shouldn't be enjoying this, but she did. Her loins burned. If Pyrrha dipped her hands into her panties, she didn't doubt her fingers would come away drenched. How long had it been since she last felt alive? And her heart pounded. Why would her heart be pounding if she wasn't excited? If she wasn't enjoying this?

Even as black spots danced across her vision, Pyrrha didn't try to pull off Cardin's cock. Instead, she tried to dive deeper, helped along by Cardin's firm- loving- hand. Even as she choked, Pyrrha felt bliss. She would have **** herself down further if Cardin hadn't changed tracts. He tugged on her hair, pulling her off him and angling her face. Pyrrha felt a spark of shame but didn't resist.

Several tabloids covered Pyrrha's departure to Beacon. Her marketing team had informed her they would be taking videos of her getting on the bullhead, and consequently, Pyrrha had dolled herself up with cosmetics. Pyrrha doubted she was dolled up anymore.

With conscious effort, she closed her mouth, flushing when she found her lips wet. She didn't doubt her chin was covered in drool, and she recalled she had been crying. Had she been wearing mascara? Had her mascara started running?

Pyrrha was sure she looked hideous and was embarrassed anyone had seen her like this, never mind Cardin. Consequently, his pleased remark took her off guard. “A photo of you looking like a common whore is bound to sell for a lot. Maybe I should take a picture.”

Pyrrha's heart- which had started to slow down- pounded. “You can't,” she said. A photo of her would set off a firestorm. Her brand would be destroyed. Advertisers would avoid her like the plague, and her infamy would skyrocket. Pyrrha's dreams of living an ordinary life would evaporate like morning dew.

“I can't?” Cardin asked, giving Pyrrha another reason to panic. Was refusing him the last straw? Would Cardin no longer be willing to be her partner? “I'll do anything you want- you can do anything,” Pyrrha corrected, “but I'm asking you not to take pictures. Please.”

“You really are a worse version of Glynda, aren't you? I'm sure the MILF wouldn't think twice about starring in a sex tape with me, and unlike you, I'm sure she can take all of me down her throat.” Pyrrha's heart shattered.

Before she could beg him not to throw her away- offer to let him take all the photos he wanted and even pose for the photoshoot- Cardin shoved his cock down her throat. Then he pulled back before thrusting in again with more ****, before repeating with increasing speed. It took three repetitions for Pyrrha to realize he was fucking her mouth and another two for her to admit she loved how rough he was.

With how urgently Cardin was jackhammering into her, Pyrrha deduced he wanted to sheathe himself inside her throat completely. Consequently, she tried to keep her throat relaxed. Unfortunately, this was her first time being face fucked, and she had never trained her gag reflex before.

She gagged and then moaned, and because Cardin seemed to enjoy how her throat vibrated around his cock when she did, Pyrrha stopped trying to restrain herself. She would be humiliated by how whorish she sounded if trails of saliva weren't trailing down her chin and dripping onto her breasts and, more worryingly, her armor. No one would hear her moans. They could see stains on her armor, however.

Pyrrha prayed to the Twin Gods she wouldn't run into anyone before she could get cleaned up. Her prayers only got more fervent when Cardin reached his climax. He started to cum even before he pulled out of her mouth- which is where Pyrrha would have preferred he cum. She could have swallowed the evidence of their liaison if he had.

Instead, she only got his first shot directly in her mouth. Once he exited, Pyrrha reflexively closed her mouth so she could swallow the treat he had left behind. Consequently, his second shot hit her on the lips and splattered. Part of the second shot ricocheted towards her nostrils while another segment fused with the pre-existing trail of drool. His cum tickled her as it slipped down her face and chest before eventually disappearing between the valley of her breasts. Out of sight, out of mind. The last three strikes weren't as kind. They all lacked the **** to reach her face and dribbled over her outfit, creating stains that would be impossible to hide.

Being seen like this would ruin her reputation- but would it be worth it? The first thing Pyrrha asked once Cardin had finished climaxing was: “Am I your partner?” Had she convinced him? If she had, then her success would justify this entire exercise. If not-

“You could have done better,” Cardin told her, and tears sprung in Pyrrha's eyes for reasons unrelated to being facefucked. Cardin staved off her sobs by continuing, “But you are hot and a celebrity. I could do worse.” He paused. “Did you mean it when you said you'd do anything I asked?”

“I did,” Pyrrha said, breathless. “Anything you want. I swear it.”

“There are worse things in the world than having the Invincible Girl as my slut. I'll take you.”

Pyrrha cried tears of joy.